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luvergirl777 · 1 year

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For Science | S. Reid

Plot: Spence asks you to teach him the one thing he doesn’t know, and can’t exactly learn on his own. Your best friend since college finally wants to better understand female anatomy, specifically how to please it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Best Friend Reader

Contents: Smut, New York, a lot of dumb banter between them, etc. BAU team! Love confessions. Spencer is dumb, but so is the reader lol.

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Reid wasn’t hard to read for you, you’d known the boy since he was 18 and working towards his doctorate. Granted, you were also 18 and just beginning your bachelor's, but that’s besides the point. He’s recently joined the BAU, and if what he tells you is true, he’s doing pretty well for himself. (Reid is terrible at telling lies to you, you call them out every time.) Hailed “boy genius,�� and “pretty boy” by his coworkers. Spencer almost cried with you agreeing with both nicknames, even going as far as to pick up pretty boy for your own use.

Since you know Spencer so well, you know immediately that his inviting you to New York with his team is odd. There’s something he’s not telling you, it’s clear throughout his entire demeanor, but you don’t push him too much. If it were just a normal vacation, Spence would’ve planned it all out weeks ahead of time. What you guys would do, where you would go, how long you’d spend in one area, the best restaurants in the local area, the least busy times to go sightseeing. He’d have it down to a minute-by-minute playbook in his head, not a second difference. So when you ask, “What’re we gonna do there?”

And he replies, “I dunno, New York City things?”

It’s immediate red flags, sirens, and wailing in your head. Skeptically, you agreed nonetheless. Packed your bags, got on the plane, dealt with awkward introductions and banter between you and Morgan over the use of pretty boy, and lastly learned Hotch is more intimidating than Spencer lets on when telling you stories. After a suffocating plane ride sitting across a table from Hotch, you finally feel like you can breathe when you and Reid enter the rental. A cute little apartment-style rental with an open layout, cute décor, and very healthy plants in the window. Sitting down with cold water from the fridge, leaning back on the comfortable couch, you really feel like you’re living the New York City life.

“I need you to teach me how to please a woman.” It’s fast and rushed, Spencer, spewing out his words before he has a chance to rethink them, maybe bite his tongue for the entire trip.

Your water is spitting out, a couple of drops landing on your chest and the rest in your hand. You’re lurching up in a coughing fit in no time, setting the bottle down as you struggle to clear your windpipes. “You want me to what?!” Looking over at him, Spencer is just about as nervous as when he first asked if you consider the two of you friends. Nervously playing with his hands, shifting from side to side on his feet, diverting his eye contact away from you. He readjusts his clothes, a signature button-up, tie, and cardigan over it with basic dress pants. His feet are clad with his signature black and white converse, forcing you to remember how young he actually is. Loosening his tie, he swallows hard. There’s no hint that he’s joking, no tug at the corner of his lips after he tells a joke that normally doesn’t land right.

“I’m not joking.” Yeah, no shit Spencer. “There’s this girl, okay! I’ve been reluctant to tell you because I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me. She’s beautiful, Lila is her name. On a mission once, she said she really liked me. And we kissed and cuddled, and uhm, grinded, but that's it! I didn’t want to go too far because I was nervous!”

“You’re seeing her while we’re on our trip, huh?” You’re in disbelief. You can’t exactly say you’re surprised, as you knew Spencer was hiding something when he invited you onto the trip in the first place. However, this isn’t the secret, withheld information you were expecting. He nods his head, read like a book and he knows it. He offers you a: tonight, actually through his embarrassment. “Ugh, fine. FOR SCIENCE, only for science. Whattya wanna know? I know you probably have some sort of plan.”

“Yes, yes. For science, only.” His grin is shit-eating, you know him so well. He pretends to think, recalling all of the questions he’s memorized in that brain of his. “What feels the best for women? I took multiple anatomy courses in college, so of course, I know where the labia majora is, and the minora, and the clitoris, urethra, vulva, vagina, G-spot is. I read that most guys are too rough, or they rub the wrong areas such as the labia minora. I also know that some women can come from internal stimulation, but not all are able to or it’s being done wrong. What feels good, and what pressure feels good for women? How do I get her excited, too, you know? In movies, when they begin kissing they rush and throw their clothes all over the floor and leave a trail to the bedroom-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” You interrupt before he gets going too much and talks you into a coma. “Being good at things, especially with sex, comes from experience and knowing what she likes and doesn’t like. Everyone is different. Morgan likes to be flirted with and what about you? Do you like it when girls hit on you and pull on your tie?”

“No.” Spencer gives you a definite answer.

“See? Everyone is different. What does she do when you’re together? Maybe that can give you some insight that you missed, because as smart as you are, you’re bad at reading signals.” Spencer knows you’re right, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

“She likes to be close, skin-to-skin contact I suppose. Which usually spurs from-”

“Spence.” You interrupt him.

“Right, right. She likes when I hold her head in my hands, and gently hold the back of her neck. She really, really likes to kiss my neck and jaw. Doesn’t really like being rough with me, at least. Maybe it’s because I’m not super strong, afraid she’ll uhh, break me, ha.” He jokes, earning a small smile from you as you nod, acknowledging the small joke. “I just don’t know when to move on, I don’t want to move too quickly and scare her or hurt her.”

You can’t help but sigh, throwing your head back softly. “You have to read her cues, Spence. Watch how she reacts to you, what sounds she makes, what sounds she doesn’t make.”

“So I go off her cues? Body language, micro expressions, I can do that! I’m pretty good at that!” Spencer smiles hard, nodding his head. “So we kiss, hold each other close, heavy petting, and just go from there. I want to please her first, though. Make her have an orgasm first before we move on with anything.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?” He’s dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth. His eyes blow wide, brows immediately raising with them. It feels as though his mouth has run dry. Spencer fixes his hair, nervous, as he pushes some curls back behind his ears.

“To show you, unless you and uhm, Lila are official. Then forget I asked. I just figured it’s easier to show you than it would be to try and explain with words.” You shrug, trying to play it cool and not die from embarrassment in front of him. Spencer has a blush spread across his face as he nods, eventually making its way up to his ears. Leaning in, you gently press your lips against his, hands quickly finding their way to his hair. It’s awkward at first, Spencer not knowing how to respond as his hand meets the side of your face. “Relax into it, Spence.” You coax, placing your hand over his, encouraging him to relax it and slowly form it to the contours of your jaw.

He does, lips becoming much softer as they slide against your own. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gently pulling at the nape of his neck, forcing his head to tilt back. A small groan slips past his lips before he has a chance to stop it. “That's it, Spence. See, you gently do something, and see how they react to it. If they don’t like it, don’t do it again. If they do, now you know.” You give him more advice, teaching him.

“If I want something, and they’re not making a move to do it, how do I ask?” Spencer asks, voice weak and soft as he mumbles against your lips. “Without being too pushy, I mean?”

“You just ask nicely.” You shrug, “Try it.”

“Can you, uh, can you sit on my lap? If you’re comfortable with that.” Spencer asks shyly, avoiding your eye contact. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, swinging your leg over and seating yourself. His brows push together, creating a small crease in between his eyebrows. He’s cute like this, pretty with his hair tucked behind his ears. Your chest press together, Reid’s hands hesitantly resting on your hips and back as he pulls you closer. You lean into it, pushing your chest into his own with a small hum.

“You want to keep going?” You ask softly, one hand resting on the side of his head as the other re-tucks his hair behind an ear. Your lips meet once more, this time more needy and desperate as they slide against one another. “You can ask her if she wants to keep going, too, as I did just now.” You mumble into his mouth before reconnecting your lips.

“This okay?” Spencer asks softly, hands sliding underneath your shirt. His cold hands meet your warm skin, goosebumps created in their wake. Your tongue catches in your mouth, unable to talk as you nod to answer his question. He hikes your shirt up, easily slipping it over your head and placing it gently on the couch next to the both of you. Such a Spencer Reid thing, you briefly think as you peck his lips once more. Placing your own hands underneath his cardigan, you wait for his nod before removing it, moving to the buttons on his top. Spencer's chest heaves, nerves setting in.

“This okay?”

“More than okay. Amazing, actually. Splendid perhaps.” You can’t help but giggle, softly kissing him as you finish unbuttoning his top. “Skin to skin now, I’d recite whatever fact you were about to say earlier but I didn’t let you finish.” You giggle, pressing your cleavage against him. Reid smiles, a fond feeling in his chest that he can’t quite place. “Pretty boy.” You beam hard, the image of Spencer underneath you, flushed pink, slender fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, lips bright red from kissing.

“Please...don't.” Reid almost whimpers underneath you, hips jerking up into your own. “Do you want…want to continue?” It almost isn’t a question, a rhetoric one maybe.

“Of course, Spence.” You hum softly, holding onto his shoulders and slowly leaning down. Spencer follows without a hitch, slipping in between your legs as your thighs wrap around his waist. His hips gently grind into yours, testing the waters with you. He easily draws out a small whine from you, encouraging him to continue. Grinding slightly harder, you whine louder. He’s picking up your advice quickly and learning quickly. “You can… take off my pants.” You mumble, now your turn to blush underneath his gaze. He does, once again setting them neatly on the table beside the couch.

“I don’t want to hurt you, how do I make sure you’re ready?” He asks, ready to learn once more as his hands rest on your hips. “I know kissing is an arousing action, but there’s more, right? Kissing on your jaw, neck, chest, hips, and erm. Uhm, erm, oral sex?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You mumble to him, shrugging softly. “We can just kiss and grind if you’re more comfortable with that.”

“No, no! I want to. I mean, I want to learn from you. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable.” Reid is quick to explain, fingertips digging slightly into the skin underneath them. “Please…can I?” It’s needy, whimpering as he holds your hips.

Taking one of his hands, you gently place it onto your chest, watching as his mind absolutely melts as he holds it in his palms. You nod softly, encouraging him to continue. “Fuck.” Spencer whines, leaning over at his hips as his lips connect with your jaw. His lips are hot against your skin, leaving light marks in their wake as he makes his way to your chest. Your soft moans spur him on, every now and then he lets out a content sigh at your pleasure. Spencer's fingers slink around your back, easily popping open the clasp.

“That easy, really? Are you sure you need my advice, Reid?” You accuse, smiling softly.

“It’s a simple clasp, gimme a break.” Spencer draws, making you laugh. He easily shuts you up as his lips meet your chest, sucking softly and nipping on the sensitive flesh. A small yelp escapes before you can hold it back, Spencer licking over the bite to soothe the pain. It feels good, better than you thought it would. Encouraged, and slightly more confident, he continues his trail down your stomach. “This alright?” He asks, hooking one index finger underneath the side of your panties.

“Yes, Spence. More than okay.” You nod, watching the nerves flash across his face. “Hey, I’ll tell you if you do something wrong, not wrong. Something I don't like, I suppose. Just so you can get an idea of what to do.”

“I know you will.” Spencer smiles up at you, finally sinking down to his stomach in front of you. The sight alone makes your breath hitch, catch deep in your lungs somewhere. Maybe if you were luckier you could’ve got him before Lila did, confesses to him before he actually got serious with her. Shoving it aside, for now, you focus on the pretty boy currently between your legs. Slowly, as if he’s afraid you’ll jump away, he pulls down your panties. Spencer bites softly into the inner sides of your thighs, leaving dark marks in his wake. Whimpering, it takes everything in you not to beg for him to continue.

“You’ll be nice to me, right Spence? No teasing?” You whimper, allowing your hands to slide down to meet the back of his head, curls slipping through your fingers. There’s a glint in his eyes that you almost miss, pupils blown wide as he peers up at you. “Pretty boy will be nice, hm?”

“To you? Always.” Spencer smiles, licking along your core experimentally. He watches your reactions closely, finding what you like and what you don't. He finds what feels right for him too, and finds what gives both of you the most satisfaction. Reid can’t help but grind into the couch beneath him, involuntarily groaning into your clit as his tongue flicks across it.

“Fuck…fuck Spence. You’re better at this, than you let on.” You whimper, voice catching in your throat as you speak. Spencer is better at this than you thought, eating you out as if he hadn’t had a meal for months. Sucking, slurping, and groaning into you as if he had just crossed a desert and you were the first oasis he’d come across. His jaw flexes with each movement, brows pressing together in concentration. You’re not expecting him to take initiative, sliding a slender finger easily into you. You gasp, pulling harder on his hair, closer to your core.

“You’re so whiny, whimpering underneath my touch,” Spencer speaks, more of a tease rather than a statement of fact that he’s so accustomed to. This also catches you off guard, so used to him stating facts. You can’t stop whining as he slides another finger inside of you, curling and hitting all of the right spots. Maybe the anatomy classes are paying off. He works out his speed in no time, pressure, timing, roughness, everything with watching your reactions. “Like this, hm? Like me touching you like this?”

“Yes, Spence. Like it a lot.” You pant, clenching hard around his fingers as he hits all the right spots, never removing his mouth from you either. “Are you, are you gonna let me cum?”

“Fuck, I want nothing more,” Spencer mumbles, continuing with his actions.

“Just a bit more, yeah? Almost there.” You encourage him, teetering on the edge as you focus on the feeling. Glancing down, the sight alone sends you over the edge. Pretty face buried in between your thighs, eyes peering up at you with need, hips involuntarily grinding into the cushions underneath him. You cum hard, moaning his name loudly as you do. Spencer continues until you physically can’t take it, thighs threatening to sandwich his head in between them from how sensitive you were. “Fuck me.” You mumble, hands reaching to pull him over you.

Your lips meet roughly, almost crashing into each other as they connect. You can taste yourself on his lips, moaning softly into his mouth from how dirty it was. “Do you have condoms?”

“Yea-Yeah, in my bag.” Spencer nods over to his bag that sits in the kitchen island, sat aside when you both got in. You basically scramble from underneath him, on a mission to retrieve them.

“You gotta lot of shit in here.” You giggle, rummaging through the contents before finding them. With a satisfied grin, you walk back and present your findings. “Can we continue, Spence?” You're back on his lap, hovering slightly above his lap so you don’t ruin his fancy dress pants. He nods faster than his brain can fully comprehends your words, which is quick. With a small smile, your lips softly reconnect as your fingertips meet his waistband. You easily pull a soft gasp from him, focused on feeling your way around as you unbutton and unzip them. “Lift your hips a bit.”

He follows without question, allowing you to slip them down so they rest on his thighs. Finally, you’re able to seat yourself on his lap, both of you moaning from the much needed friction. Your hips move on their own, humping slowly against his own as you melt into the kiss. “Here, let me.” Spencer mumbles against your lips, hand softly brushing yours as he takes the condom from you. Pulling back, you slide down a bit to allow him access to his boxers. Watching with wide eyes and a salivating mouth, Spencer easily slides his boxers down his hips, tearing the condom open with his teeth.

“You know, you’re not actually supposed to do that because it can rip a hole in-“ You begin, almost mirroring how Spencer goes on his rants.

“Shhh,” Spencer grins at you, “You’re starting to sound a lot like me.” The grin is shiteating, making your cheeks blush pink. Once the condom is on, he’s pulling you against him once more, fingertips roughing digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “I'll let you lead, princess.” Spencer speaks softly, making you quite literally ache.

Slotting your lips together, you allow yourself to grind down onto his cock, getting a feel. Reid whimpers underneath you, sliding between your folds with a wet sound accompanying it. “I’m gonna start now, yeah?” You ask, mind feeling fuzzy with the close proximity. Reaching down, you pump his cock a couple of times before lining yourself up, slowly beginning to slide down onto him. You could cum from Spencer’s whines and whimpers alone, face scrunched up tightly as he bites down on his lower lip. Once you’re fully seated, you allow yourself to reach forward, tangling your fingers in his hair as you kiss him. “Do you like this, pretty boy?” You coo at him, allowing yourself to slowly slide up and down his cock.

“Mmmm, maybe, maybe not.” Spencer whines as you fully slide back, seating yourself once more in one swift roll of your hips.

“What’s the probability of that answer being maybe?”

“Pretty fuckin high.”

It hurts, the way his cock batters your walls, filling you so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach. Hurts how his fingers dig into your hips, helping you move up and down the length of his cock. Hurts how pretty he is underneath you, chests pressed together, lips brushing everyone and then as you moan into each other’s mouths, hair slowly becoming untucked. Hurts how he’s going to do this with another girl within the next week.

“I’m close, Spence.” You mumble, involuntarily clenching around him as you catch his gaze. You press your chest more into him, tug on his hair slightly harder. “Please let me come, please.” You whine, finally breaking eye contact as your head falls into his shoulder. He picks up the slack as your thighs start to slow, legs exhausted from moving. He snaps up into you easily, forcing moans to slip past your lips that you try to muffle into his shoulder. “Bit more, just a bit.” You whine, thighs beginning to shake from how bad you need it. You have to pry one of his hands from your skin, gently guiding it to you clit. Thanking all the gods, Spencer understands immediately.

“C'mon princess, let it go. Cum around me, cum for pretty boy.” He coaxes, lips brushing along your ear as he speaks. And you do, immediately, catching you off guard as you shove your face into the crook of his neck. You want so badly to sink your teeth into him, bite the soft skin underneath you but you don’t for respect of his previous engagements. “Gonna cum, okay?” Spencer asks, waiting for you to nod before allowing himself to. His hips thrust up into you sloppily, both hands once again digging into your hips to help guide down.

“Please Spence, cum in me.” His hips drive up into you, grinding hard as he does. Spencer’s hands squeeze your hips so hard you’d be surprised if there weren’t bruises, making you whine. “Fucking hell, pretty boy.” You groan, finally catching your breathe as you pull yourself from his neck. It’s a sight to see, Spencer’s face so prettily fucked out underneath you. You kiss him, much more tender and soft than you have before, more loving than desperate this time.

“Thank you…for teaching me.” Spencer speaks, awkwardness cutting through the air from his words.

“Oh, of course. Any time.” You fake a grin, slowly beginning to move off of his lap. Your legs hurt as they support your body weight, legs still shaking slightly. You’re shifting through the clothes that are in various places, jokingly tossing Spencer his whenever you come across them. Spencer’s climbing to his feet soon after, buttoning his pants back up. “Also, don’t forget aftercare. Some girls love it, some don’t, so just play it by ear.” You give your last bit of advice, shrugging slightly.

“Right, do you want to do that or?” Spencer asks, words coming out more awkward and dismissive than he meant to.

“Nah, it’s alright. I'll be fine without it.” You smile, beginning to get re-clothed. “I’m probably going to take a shower and pick a room, you get the leftovers. I call first dibs.” You stick your tongue out at him as you make your way to the hall, on your way to find the better room and claim it with your belongings.

“What?! That’s totally not fair, I invited you on the trip!”

“Finders keepers!” You laugh, slipping into the larger, nicer room of the two and immediately looking to door behind you. Your heart breaks with the awkwardness between you that you’re trying to cower up, breaks more than he’s getting ready in the other room to go on his date. You’re just getting out of the shower when there’s a series of small knocks on your door.

“Hey,” Spencer stands on the other side, eyes accidentally looking you up and down in your towel. “I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out, you can order takeout if you’d like. I’ll leave my card on the coffee table in the living room for whenever you’d like.” He’s thinking hard about something, you can tell as he seems distracted as he’s talking to you. You’ve already gotten over the Lila thing, telling yourself that it’s not your business in the first place.

“Thanks Spence, have fun on your date!” You smirk, reaching out of your door to jokingly punch his chest “Knock ’er dead.” He only offers a half hearted laugh, nodding before turning and making his way back down the hall. Odd, but not so odd you’d openly question him. Maybe he’s just nervous before his date? You brush it aside, continuing on with your little night routine that’s otherwise unaffected by todays festivities.

You make your way to the living room after Spencer leaves, order takeout, put on a show while you wait, do a face mask, the whole 9 yards. Your peaceful night is interrupted as the front door opens, scaring you half to death as you jump to the other side of the couch. “Spencer?! What are you doing home, YOU SCARED ME!!” You scold, clutching your chest. He doesn’t answer, just immediately pulls you in to him, kissing you as if he’s starved. “Hold on, hold on?” You ask, pushing his shoulders slightly away. “Did the date not go well?” You ask.

“There was no date, we met up and I told her I didn’t want to continue seeing her.” Reid answers in the most matter of fact tone possible, making you laugh. “She told me I’m a dick and stormed off.” He shrugs, diving back in to kiss you.

“Okay, but why? Am I missing something?” You once again break the kiss, Spencer looking at you as if you were the dumbest person alive.

“Because I think I love someone more.” He kisses you again.

“ME?!”

“Geez, finally you get it.”

Your poor takeout grows cold on the doorstep, hours ticking by. Spencer’s determined to understand how to please a woman, in all positions, ways, methods, and modes possible. “For science,” Of course.

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seullovesme · 2 months

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slow dancing in the dark » bae irene

pairing ⥬ joohyun x reader

genre ⥬ angst (fluff + smut)

summary ⥬ on her date, joohyun comes to the realization that there's nobody that she wants other than you. hopefully, she's not too late.

warnings ⥬ dom reader, sub irene, oral (idol receiving)

WC ⥬ 5.5k

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joohyun watched junmyeon's lips move as he talked on and on about his business deals at work. she would say she was listening to him, but she knows better than to lie. to be completely honest, her mind was in a different place.

this date was way different than the first.

their first date had felt so much more easygoing and fun, but only now she could tell the romance was missing. it felt like he was only talking about himself. she adjusted her hair and her dress, feeling oddly uncomfortable. this is not the same sweet charming guy she talked over phone with, and she was starting to see through his facade.

she was thinking of inviting you to join them earlier, before she had left, but obviously she wasn't going to make you tag along on their date because she didn't want you to actually meet him until they were officially dating like she had done with her other relationships. seeking your approval was always her number one priority because you knew her more than she did herself, and you were a little protective. nevertheless, you always closely examined each guy she brought to you, making sure that they had good intentions, checking if she had misjudged their motives. you were like the shield to her warrior.

maybe that's why she felt a little more awkward, or uncomfortable. she knew your presence made her feel safer and she was starting to feel uneasy with the man, sensing that he was slowly getting cockier and more rude as time passed. you never made her feel like this, never made her feel so little or inferior. clearly, he was trying to do that by flaunting big business words and bringing up his famous clients.

she knows that if you were here, you would've set him straight and told him off for making her feel upset. she blushed as she thought about you defending her like you usually did, always being straightforward and scolding someone if they even dared to hurt her. you were always the one to protect her, so of course she would've wanted you here tonight. she also would've enjoyed the dinner more if she could hear you talk about something dumb rather than this snooze-fest of a topic.

she also thought about whether you did want to come and were just afraid to ask. she's brought you on dates before, usually when she meets up with someone she doesn't know well. though, those relationships never lasted, they always ended it because they "knew her heart belonged to someone else".. anyway, you usually did everything together so it wasn't that odd for that to be the case. you did look quite down when you left her place.

"joohyun? you okay?" startled, she was brought back into the moment when she heard him.

joohyun locked eyes with the man in front of her, "hm? yeah i'm fine, why do you ask?" she put on a forced smile, trying to pretend like she wasn't ignoring his rambles.

he inspected her face. "it didn't look like you were really listening." because she really wasn't. this entire time she had been trying to figure out why this date was just boring. she hated to admit it, but this was not what she expected the date to be like. she thought it would be like the movies where she'd come to the conclusion that she had finally found her soulmate.

she could tell that he wasn't anywhere near to having that title. she needed a way out of this, any second longer hearing about how his business clients tried to finesse him and she may go crazy. "junmyeon, you're a good person but i really can't sit here and waste your time." she sighed at his shocked face, his ego clearly damaged. "i don't think this is working out for me."

"what? wait hyun—"

"don't call me that, there's only one person who's allowed to call me that." she said sternly. his eyebrows shifted and he wore an upset expression, but she didn't care. that was the nickname you gave her, so she never allowed anyone but you to call her that. not even her parents. it ticked her that he did, she always made sure that the precious nickname was reserved for you.

"joohyun," he corrected himself, "can't you just give me a chance? for me, this date has been great and i think ending things here would be stupid! i'm really the perfect boyfriend for you." he pleaded before reaching for her hand, but she dodged it, scoffing at his childish behavior.

she begins gathering her belongings, trying so hard to not roll her eyes at him. "who are you to decide what the 'perfect boyfriend' is for me? maybe i'm not wasting your time but rather my own." she stood up, looking down on him like he was scum.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "should've known a girl like you was only good for her looks." he muttered under his breath and leaned back in his chair.

she's fuming. "don't call me or contact me, or else." joohyun took her bag off the chair and began to speed walk away.

"or else what? you're going to get your loyal puppy you call your best friend to come and fight me?" that made her pause and she could hear him getting closer as he followed. "she'd probably do whatever you command her to. after all, she clearly just wants to get in your pants just like the rest of us."

a slap echoes in the now silent restaurant.

everyone watched as joohyun struck junmyeon right across the face, the sound of her hyperventilating and a couple of murmurs the only audible noises to her. she was mad, livid even.

"it is not your business what y/n does, nor is it okay for you to judge her like you know anything about her. you must have some nerve to think everyone is as much of an asshole as you. i've known her for years. i've been her best friend for years, and i've seen every side of her. i'll decide what her intentions are with me." junmyeon held his hand right over the cheek she slapped, bewildered by how hard she hit and how defensive she was of you. she muttered some other insults under her breath as she collected herself.

she took a deep breath and looked around, realizing that everyone was looking at the two of them. she felt a little embarrassed, not about defending you, but because she was disturbing the innocent bystanders who were just enjoying their dinners. she gave a small bow to apologize for making a scene, and glared at the man who was still standing there not saying anything.

she needed to leave asap. she felt so angry that she wanted to cry, so upset that she got involved with someone like this. at times like this, your consolation was all she needed to make the anger dissipate. "once again, don't try to contact me." joohyun made clear before storming off.

the moment she reached home, she took off her heels, switching them with house slippers, and threw her purse onto her counter after she got her phone from inside of it. she called her only pinned contact and waited to hear your voice.

instead, she heard her own voice in the form of a custom voicemail, the same one she made for you when you both were still in high school. "hello! if you are trying to reach y/n, she can't pick up the phone probably because she's too lazy to... anyway leave a voicemail or call again later!" why was it sending her straight to voicemail? joohyun was confused because you would always wait for her call, especially if you knew she was going out with someone in case of an emergency. it wasn't like her calling you was out of the blue, it was a regular thing. she could even recall the days you stayed up all night, saying you couldn't sleep because she didn't call.

she called once more and ended up with the same outcome. at this point she was already extremely upset, mostly with what went down at the date, and she wanted your comfort. she grabbed her keys and decided she would just go to you. either way, she wanted your presence, no, she needed it. it was like an urge that she could just not brush off, she needed to talk to you. without changing into her shoes or even changing her outfit, she got into her car and drove off.

once she reached your street, the first thing she noticed was that your car wasn't in your driveway. when she typed in your passcode to your door, she also noticed your shoes were also missing. usually when she came over, she would scold you for leaving your shoes all over the place as she put them away.

but this time, there weren't any shoes for her to pick up.

where could you have possibly been at 9 pm? the fact that you were more of a homebody made it even more odd.

joohyun went to your bedroom to lay on your bed, planning on just waiting for you to return. minutes that felt like hours passed and she felt herself nodding off, your comforting scent on your pillow lulling her to sleep. she was out cold by 11, still in her red dress as she didn't bother changing because she thought you'd be back sooner. otherwise, she would've just slipped into one of your baggy tees.

but as the sun rose and shone through the window of your room, you were still nowhere to be found. she shot up in a daze, looking around to see any trace of your return. nothing. you were still missing and she was starting to get nervous.

joohyun opened her phone and tried your number again, the same outcome. she called your parents, thinking it was probably the only place you would have been overnight, but even they said they had no clue where you were and that you weren't answering their calls either. joohyun apologized for calling so early in the morning and it was probably nothing to worry about, hanging up. she didn't want to drag them in and make them worried too, ultimately deciding to search for you on her own.

she was out of ideas, she had no idea where you were and joohyun was sick to her stomach just thinking about what dangers you could be in. you could be lying dead on the floor for all she knew. she curled up in your sheets and snuggled close to your pillow again, seeking comfort in it by hugging it and smelling it, imagining it was you. praying you were safe, she took a nap despite having just woken up.

five days had passed and joohyun was still in your bed. she only ever got up to cook something to eat using what you had, which was mainly instant foods because you relied on joohyun as she loved to cook you your favorites. when she met your mom for the first time when you were younger and she learned about all of your favorite dishes, she promised that she'd make all of them for you even if you grew up and learned how to cook on your own.

great. now she was crying again, it's like she was reminiscing memories of someone dead. she hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed. her worries got the best of her and she was not only worried now but also scared. it had been almost a week and there was still no sign of you anywhere, on your socials, your dms, nowhere. she felt like she was dying not being able to do anything but wait in your home.

she already called the people she knew and they didn't know, called your favorite places to go and they couldn't recall you ever showing up, and she didn't know what to do other than wait. was she supposed to report you as a missing person? joohyun was so lost, not knowing what to do. she sniffled as her tear ducts were completely drained and a wave of sleepiness hit her like a truck. your pillow was decorated by her tear stains and she just hugged it closer, wishing you would just send her a message that you were okay.

she fell into a deep slumber as it felt like the only thing she knew how to do in this state of mind. not even the sound of the front door being opened woke her.

when you had returned, you spotted joohyun's car in your driveway almost instantly having seen it so many times. what was she doing at your place? why wasn't she out with her boyfriend?

you quietly entered through the main entrance. even if it was your house and you could've come in as loud as you wanted, you wanted to avoid startling your sensitive best friend, assuming she was somewhere in here. there, you were at it again, unconsciously caring for the girl who belonged to another. reality sucked and you felt embarrassed that you cared so much when she didn't reciprocate your feelings after all.

the house was dead silent so with soft footsteps, you walked around in search of joohyun. as you passed the hall leading to your bedroom, you noticed how the door was wide open when you remembered shutting it when you left. for a second, you thought about the possibility that she had brought him to your house, but she knew you rarely let people into your house, let alone a total stranger.

you peered through the open door and saw a joohyun sized lump in your bedsheets with one of your pillows missing. silently, you fought the urge to just jump on top of her and throw away the five days of your friend's "therapy sessions" (you just cried on their couch and explained everything in incoherent words). you were supposed to be working on moving on, but seeing her again made it feel impossible.

you approached her as quietly as possible as she was quite the light sleeper, sitting on the empty space beside her. you gently peeled the blanket from her face, praying you won't be stepping over any new boundaries. she was just as pretty as you thought she was, but her eyes were puffy and a little red and there were faint tear streaks on her cheeks. you found your missing pillow, but it was stained with tears as well. not only that, but joohyun was still wearing that red dress she looked so beautiful in. that was what she was wearing when you last saw her though..?

before you put the puzzle pieces together, joohyun began stir awake. she felt the bed had sunken into and turned around to see you sitting there with a confused look. she stared at you blankly for a moment. "hyun?" it took a second for her to process that you were finally home and when she did, she launched herself at you, wrapping her arms tightly around your torso. you were taken aback by the force of her tight embrace, but you melted in her arms, rubbing her back as she started to cry into your shirt.

"you're back.." she mumbled into the fabric, inhaling your natural scent mixed with the scent of fresh laundry.

in a sudden burst, she put both her hands on your chest and shoved you back, forcing you to get up off the bed and stand as her breathing got heavier. her sweet expression quickly switches to an angry one and you are so confused by the change in her demeanor. you try to get closer to her given the distance she made, but she moves farther away on your bed.

shit, you should've known you were getting too cozy when she's already taken. you've gone and made her uncomfortable. nice one, dummy.

"hyun, i'm.. i'm s–"

"how could you..?" joohyun asked, her voice quivering as her eyes brim with tears. you felt a tightening sensation in your chest at the sight of the distressed girl. and to even think that you had hurt her when you worked so hard to protect her heart from all pain.

"hyun, i'm sorry. i–i truly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, i was just thinking about myself."

she furrowed her brows. "what?"

"there's obviously a line and i didn't mean to overstep it, nor did i mean to disrespect junmyeon. i was just so used to our usual skin-ship that i wasn't thinking about it" once you say that, joohyun begins seething.

"are you stupid?! that's not the problem!" she blows up. "the problem here is that you decided to leave out of nowhere without even calling me or messaging me once! i called everyone, even your parents!! and i felt so hopeless not knowing what to do."

she had it wrong, you didn't think it was going to be this hard on her. you just wanted to fix yourself and heal your broken heart. "hyun, i wasn't–"

"i was here panicking when you were probably frolicking around, partying with other people, enjoying yourself. you just disappeared and i was worried.. i was so worried." the tears spill over, and she's now a crying mess. the gears in your head went into overdrive trying to understand her. she thought you were out having a blast, being a party animal? you..?

now you're upset. "me? 'frolicking around'? what, you think i was out clubbing or going to bars, doing something fun?" you asked with a mad tone.

the switch in your vocal tone caught her off guard."yes.."

you scoff. "seriously? that's not even close to what i was doing, but okay, whatever you want to believe joohyun." you ran your hand through your hair, sighing deeply, trying not to get mad with the way she accused you of something stupid. she was clearly not okay and you weren't going to get upset at her. "i'm going to leave, call me when you want to talk."

she fist tightened, her nails digging into her palms. "of course you are, you're good at leaving." she felt a surge of emotion through her veins. anger, sadness, she felt it all when you said that and she gave up. you bit your lip, feeling like you were about to boil over. she read into your expression of disbelief, "you know how hurt i was?"

"you were hurt?!" you yelled. joohyun flinched at your volume, which you noticed, but you couldn't just bottle this up forever and act like you were okay just to protect her. "what about me? i was hurt too when you made me sit through that date, watching you flirt and laugh with some man you met a few days ago. i was hurt when i watched you talk to him over the phone when we were supposed to be hanging out. i was hurt that someone you spent so little time with managed to steal you away from me so easily, even though i've been by your side for years."

you quickly tried to wipe the streams coming from your eyes, but they just kept pouring. joohyun sat there so lost, perplexed by your shouts.

"what.. what are you–"

"for years, i've been in love with you, joohyun."

joohyun's eyes widen and her arm that was holding her up gave out for a split second. her puzzled face made you want to laugh in pain. you spun around and made your way out of the room, desperate to get out as quickly as possible.

you snatched your keys off your kitchen table and stuffed them into your pocket, slipping on your favorite pair of shoes that you left randomly placed at the front door.

before you could even put on the first one, joohyun slammed you into the wall, pinning you against it. if it were any normal day, you would have let her do her thing and just stood there flustered, but you were over it. "joohyun, move." you command, trying to gently pry her off of you.

"no!" she cried, doing her best to prevent you from slipping out of her grip. she was really afraid that you were going to leave her this time.

"joohyun."

"so stupid.." she mumbles and you furrow your eyebrows. soon, you were going to get wrinkles.

"me, stupid?"

"you are! you really think i want that bumbling idiot?" she growled.

"well, yes? i saw how bright your eyes sparkled when you talked to him. you love him, i can tell." you remembered how stoked she was after the first date, spending her days on her phone, talking to him.

obviously, that's not how she recalls it. "how are you going to tell how i feel?"

"i'm not stupid joohyun."

"well maybe you are because i'm in love with you too."

you both just gaze into each other's eyes, feeling the tension lingering in the air. your eyes slowly shifted down to her lips that were slightly apart, listening to her breathing pick up its pace. you wanted to kiss her so badly, her plump lips so tempting to taste. seeing that you weren't going to make the first move, joohyun placed both of her hands on your cheeks and inched forward, capturing your lips into a kiss.

the leisurely kiss slowly turned into a heated make out. the sounds of your wet kisses were deafening, the entire place dead silent otherwise. she was starting to pin you more by leaning her body onto yours, pressing you completely into the wall as her hands snaked around your neck. it was making you dizzy, feeling her body on yours. you tilted your head and bit her lip, allowing you to slip your tongue in to explore her mouth. joohyun let out a small moan in return, surprising you.

you broke the kiss, your lungs crying for air as you try to figure out if this was going the way you hoped it was. scared she did something wrong, joohyun looked down and frowned. you put a hand on her chin, lifting her head up so you could continue. "joohyun. do you really want this?" she nods eagerly, her excitement showing through how quick she responded. "i need you to say it out loud."

"yes, please, i want this." she pleaded. without wasting a second, you latched onto her neck, sucking and biting, leaving purple marks behind. she tried not to moan in fear of making you stop again, which she did not want at all. the pleasure was overwhelming for her, overwhelmingly good at least. you picked her up and she yelped as she wrapped her legs around your waist, your hands supporting her underneath her thighs. while you carried her to your room, she pushed back your hair and pressed kisses on a sensitive spot under your ear.

you opened your door with your foot and went straight to the bed, laying her down on her back. "turn over." she listens to you and flips onto her stomach. you go for the zipper of the dress and slowly pull it down, revealing her silky skin and pink laced bra. you hum in approval of her choice on undergarments, enjoying the view from behind. she whines, protesting your speed, urging you to hurry up.

she brings her hand to yours on her back to take over, but you slap it away. "don't rush me, joohyun." the authority in your voice makes her quiver, the heat between her legs intensifying. "i'll make sure you know how to be patient by the time we finish here." you say with smirk, loving how you can affect her so easily as she lets out a breathy sigh.

once the metal reached the end of the zipper, you placed your palm on the lower part of her back, making her flinch at the contact. you pulled down the sleeves of the dress and undressed her, revealing her pink lingerie set which amuses you. you toss the dress to a corner, careful not to ruin it as it was a cherished gift of yours. your eyes traced her fame, admiring how gorgeous her body was in pink.

"you wore this to your date with that douche? you got all prettied up for him?" you ask, a little mad just thinking about her wearing such a lewd thing for someone other than you. she nodded and pushed herself up with her elbows, shifting to face you, a little shy that you were seeing her in this. she puts her arms over her chest and groin. you grab her arms firmly and move them out of the way, allowing you to see her completely. "funny you think he deserved any of this."

you let go of her arms and grope her right breast, to which she lets out a squeak. "this," you give her a squeeze, making her moan out. "is mine. understood?" she just nods again, eyes closed as she focuses on the works of your hand. you move your hand around to her back and feel for the hook of her bra, undoing it with one hand. you tugged it off, the sight of a topless joohyun absolutely one of your favorites.

you forced her back until she was laid down flat, latching your lips around her perky nipple. the new sensation made her throw her head back, her nipples very sensitive. she felt your teeth gently bite on her nub and soothe it with a swipe of your tongue. at some point, she stopped caring about being loud or not, it was very obviously going to be impossible to be quiet when you knew how to pleasure her so well.

your lips left her chest and slowly worked its way down to her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses every inch of the way. you looked through your eyelashes and saw that she was just watching you so intensely, clearly waiting for you to relieve the ache that was only growing the farther down you went. just to tease a little more, you started to go the opposite way of where she wanted you to go.

joohyun whined for the nth time and pushed your shoulders back until you were face to face with her clothed pussy. there was already a wet spot forming on her underwear, the smell of her arousal intoxicating. with your pointer finger, you press onto the wet patch. her whole body seems to react as she tenses up, crying out, and you snicker at how sensitive her body was.

"stop teasing me, please." she begged.

"fine." you began rubbing her heated cunt through the fabric, and all the tension left her body. her small whimpers fueled you to get straight to the main course. you take her panties and rip them, tearing them off of her so you could have full access to her sopping pussy.

"hey!" she sits up halfway using her elbows, "do you know how much this set was?!" it was like steam was coming out of her ears. joohyun always valued everything and took care of her stuff with care so that they would last longer. you just laugh and look at her, the fact that you didn't give a shit was written all over your face.

you hold up her torn underwear with one finger, "baby. i can buy you as many as you want, but you are not keeping this." you take the pink laced set and tossed it to the side. "as if i would let you wear this lingerie after you bought it with the intention of having someone else take it off of you." you muttered.

your eyes take in the sight of her fully nude with her legs spread open, her wetness glistening in the light. once again, she felt shy under your gaze and forgot that she was even mad in the first place. she tried to close her legs, but you palmed her crotch, your hand getting covered in her juices. the pressure you apply makes her moan as she slowly begins moving her hips, grinding against your hand.

you let her do her own thing for a moment, taking the chance to get impossibly closer. you remove your hand and replace it with your tongue, giving small kitten licks to her bundle of nerves, each paired with a small whine. joohyun gasped as you sucked her clit and swirled your tongue around it.

"fuck! h-haah, why are you so good at this.." she asked between breathy sighs. you let go of her nub with a small pop before dragging your tongue down her slit. she was soaked. you slurped up her wet, slick juices and dipped your tongue into her, making her emit sounds at a pitch you didn't even know she could reach. you pick her thighs up and put them on your shoulders. as you devour her, you circled her clit with your thumb.

her mind is foggy, the unholy thoughts of having you ravish her all day, every day being the only thing she can think about. no one knew how to treat her like you do, how to pleasure her, how to make her feel good. comparing you to her past relationships and few one-night stands, there was really no one better than you.

you pausing made her perk up, unhappy with the loss of contact. "no one better than me, hm?" your teasing smirk infuriated her, realizing that she let her last thought slip out. she put her hand on your head and pushed you back down.

"shut up, i didn't say that." she lied.

you took it as a challenge, a taunt. "oh really? so you need me to prove that there will never be anyone to please you like i do? consider it done, bae joohyun." you stopped talking and dove in, clamping your lips around her engorged bud. without warning, you plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy. she screamed out in surprise by the complete 180, going from soft and gentle to rough in the blink of an eye. the mix of your fingers thrusting in and out of her with the biting and licking of her clit brought her closer to her climax within minutes.

"fuck-!!" she put both of her hands onto your head, raising her hips trying to press herself harder against your face. "gonna cum, i'm gonna cum!" she warns, but her higher pitched tone with her antsy movements gave it away already. you sped up and curled your fingers into the spongy flesh. you pressing onto her g-spot sent her over the edge, her back arching as she gasped.

she went silent before her body started shaking violently, her soft, warm thighs crushing your skull in order to keep you in place and she came. you removed your fingers, but continued to lap up her gushing juices, making sure not to let a single drop go to waste. coming back down from cloud 9, she loosened her hold on your head, scared she hurt you because she needed an outlet for the pleasure.

all worry was wiped clean as you came upon with the biggest smile on your face, looking like a kid on a sugar rush. around your mouth and on your chin were the remnants of her orgasm, the thin coat shining in the light. she hummed, "i think you got a little something on your face." she joked, pointing to you. you poke your tongue and cleaned your lips, wiping the spots you couldn't reach with the back of your hands.

"all gone?" you ask. she shakes her head no and leans in, licking a strip on your face.

"there, all gone." she says innocently as she bats her eyelashes at you. she was so close that you could feel her breath on your face. she was so clearly staring right at your lips so you close the gap, smashing your lips into hers, allowing your lust and love take over. when you broke it to prevent yourself from suffocating, you saw how she's surprised by your energy. "what?"

"you thought i was done with you, hyun? i still have years of daydreams and fantasies that i need to fulfill. unless you're too tired?"

her surprised face transitioned to a snarky one, her energy matching yours now. "i'm never too tired to make up for lost time." she shoots back before pouncing onto you like a hungry fox hunting its prey.

the whole night was dedicated to you showing joohyun just how much you needed her, wanted her, and she got your message. she felt it in every touch and in every whisper.

you finally got the chance to express your deep and unwavering love for her. no more slow dancing in the dark.

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Play the Fool - Dottore (Part 5)

Author Notes: Last one! I've actually had a fair bit of fun playing with this series, but I can also say I'm glad to be completing it. Just like the previous parts, I listened to "Black Sea" by Natasha Blume while writing this. Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Mer-Dottore/ Merman AU/ gender-neutral reader/ I'm not gonna label this as fluff since that doesn't feel quite right, but know that it's NOT angst, yandere, or anything like that

Word Count: 2136

Trigger Warning: Discussion of past crimes including murder (Dottore), Fatui are generally shady

[Part One], [Part Two}, {Part Three}, {Part 4}, {Part Five: You're Here!}

EDIT: Entire series now available on AO3! (link deleted due to glitches)

“Here,” I spoke as soon as I entered the bathroom, pulling the vial from my pocket and holding it out to the merman, who merely gazed at me. Utterly unsurprised but obviously pleased.

Despite standing so close to his tank, in such easy reach of his grasp, I stood firm and watched him closely as his one arm slowly slid up from under the water and over the edge of the tank.

His long, webbed fingers wrapped around the top of the vial, slightly overlapping with my own hand as his gaze held mine in a way that almost made me feel transfixed and unable to look away.

It was as if the atmosphere was stretched taut between us in that brief moment, and time almost seemed to slow. It was something he was strangely capable of doing. Turning a moment into what felt like eternity without ever saying a word. Perhaps it was some hypnotic effect of now being a beast from fairy tales that was known to drown hapless victims.

But I pulled back, snapping the moment and causing his smile to spread ever so slightly as I quietly refused to be completely drawn in by him. I may have been playing the fool, but that didn’t mean I actually fit the role.

“I’ll lay some clothes outside the door for you,” I was surprised by how smooth my voice was, but this was the final step. After this, I would no longer have the threat of death hanging over my head. There was only one thing I had left to do.

“You’ve had Pantalone helping this entire time, haven’t you?” Dottore pulled his arm back as I spoke, uncorking the vial as he titled his head.

“You knew?” It was an offer to stay silent. To play dumb and stay the fool even if I didn’t suit that role. After all, sometimes the fool is a safer role to play.

But for reasons unknown, I didn’t make that choice. Instead, I crossed my arms as I continued to look down at him, “I surmised that to be the case. Things were going too smoothly, even for someone such as yourself to be doing the planning.”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that rolled out and through the room. Seeming to coat the entire space with me in it.

“And so you truly are the only clever person left in the Fatui. Good.” His gaze shifted so that he was once more looking at me with that strangely mystifying stare of his, “Very good.”

That was the only answer I was getting. But it was enough and confirmed my suspicions. I turned, leaving the room and fetching the clothes just as I promised.

The next moments would be telling since I would soon be dealing with a Harbinger who was no longer separated from me by the glass walls of his tank. I would no longer have a protective barrier, raising the level of danger. But I’d been playing his game for a fair bit of time now, and I found that I wasn’t afraid. At least not anymore.

If he’d wanted me dead, he would have done so the very moment I’d given him that vial. But he hadn’t. He either had a final job for me or had decided it wouldn’t be necessary to kill me.

Odd for the Fatui, considering that most would want to cover up their time of vulnerability and make it so that it had never happened and no one could or would remember it. The fewer witnesses, the better, was typically the name of the game for such situations within their ranks. But then, Dottore always had been an odd one.

It wasn't long before he emerged, fully dressed and once more on legs. The picture of the harbinger he’d been before he’d fallen prey to his own experiments.

Experiments that I now questioned as to how mad they’d been exactly. After all, he’d apparently had a cure made for himself already, which told me something very simple.

He’d known what would happen.

“Was it all a scheme to get rid of the majority of the scientists?” I leaned against the door to my living space as I watched him adjust his gloves.

“If that’s what you wish to believe,” That was his only response before he looked up and strode forward, crossing the space to where I stood. It took everything in my power not to tense on reflex as he stopped in front of me.

It seemed that even as a human, he maintained that curious draw that made him come across as something fascinating. Something more.

“It is time we returned.” Despite the slight smile on his face, it wasn’t a request, but an order or perhaps a challenge. Either way, it had me crossing my arms in a subtle show of refusal.

“So you can get your position back? I won’t be necessary for that,” I asserted calmly, like I wasn’t refusing a command from a harbinger who’d already killed untold numbers of people.

But I'd never been blindly obedient, not even to him.

His lips curved up into an amused smile that spoke of great satisfaction. He was pleased that I wasn’t simply obeying.

But then I supposed Dottore had never been totally obedient either, one of his many oddities. Rather, it was more that the Tsaristsa’s orders had suited him thus far and that she’d given him access to the materials he needed.

“Perhaps not, but you will be necessary for what comes after, and it will be worthwhile for you.” He tilted his head slightly as he spoke, causing the longer chunk of his soft looking blue hair to sway slightly with the motion.

“Oh?” I maintained a disinterested tone, and he nodded, leaning down and into my personal space as he peered at me through his mask. And though I couldn’t see his eyes, I had a good idea of the sort of gleam they currently held.

“You’ll receive what you’ve been seeking. Safety.” I swallowed slightly, refusing to let him see exactly how much that promise affected me. I’d decided quite some time ago that I wasn’t going to be the first to crumple in these strange interactions, and that was why I hadn’t leaned away from him even though there was now very little space between us. A sharp contrast to when we’d been separated by the walls of his prison.

But I’d freed him from his shackles. It was time I escaped those that still held me.

“Alright, I’ll come,” My admission came out softly as I glanced away, as if that would increase the distance between us and put me in a more stable position.

I didn't trust my voice to not waver without at least that precaution. Not with the promise of escaping the threat of death that remained lurking over my head. And not with Dottore lingering quite as closely as he was.

In response, he smiled, maintaining our position of incredible closeness as he gazed at me. Measuring my reaction like it was of particular interest, before he at last leaned back.

It was a blessing that our trip didn’t take long, and I trailed after him silently the whole way. Pondering what awaited us and what was happening during my interactions with Dottore, which had slowly been gliding on the same path but were turning increasingly enigmatic even though I was taking part in them.

But I remained silent, watching as members of the Fatui, both those of high rank and those of lesser rank, parted for us. Whispering amongst themselves and sending darting, furtive glances our way. The exact same things that had always occurred around Dottore’s tank.

Then I’d been the only one to draw close to him, and now it was similar. With me being the only person close to him as I followed along behind him. In the eyes of the Fatui, I probably did appear to be a great fool. And in some ways, that point could be argued, what with the slippery slope I’d been on with Dottore ever since he’d first spoken to me.

But he hadn’t dragged me down, and something told me he wasn’t ready to do so yet. I was either a fool or someone who’d allied themselves with the most dangerous people present in the name of safety.

The massive doors swung open, and cold air blew out, causing me to shudder as I beheld the throne room of the Tsaritsa.

In the center of the room knelt none other than the head scientist, with all of the Harbingers fanned out around him. The Tsaritsa herself sat at the apex of the room behind gauzy curtains that made it impossible to tell anything about her features.

Heads turned as we entered, our own heads held high as I mimicked Dottore’s behavior, before dipping into a bow before the throne, even as the Harbinger just beside me remained standing tall even before the throne.

“Your Majesty,” Dottore’s rich voice filled the void that had been left behind by the chatter that had fallen silent the very moment we’d entered. “This man withheld the cure that would have returned me to your service.”

Murmurs broke out across the room, and Capitano sat forward, “Is this true?” There was condemnation into his tone that sent the previously stunned head scientist in a frenzy.

“I… No! This one!” He started, pointing at me and causing me to all but flinch away from him as he reached out to grasp my sleeve like a drowning man trying to fight his way to the surface.

He was going to frame me, in some way. He’d drag me down and sacrifice me all in the name of a last gulp of air before he too succumbed to the dangers of being a part of the Fatui.

“They are the one who gave me the cure,” Dottore spoke again, his compassionless voice still filled with unspoken, cold humor as he looked down at the head scientist, whom I now realized was the only one who remained of his betrayers.

I felt myself grow cold as this entire scenario suddenly became infinitely more clear. This was his final act of revenge.

Dottore would pull this man down from the throne he’d made for himself, and he’d do it all with one of the most unassuming people present, who also happened to be as near as physically possible.

The merman’s caretaker. Me.

I’d well and truly played my role and, in doing so, become a weapon for him to wield against one of his final enemies.

“The situation seems clear; we will handle him later. Dottore, do you accept your reinstatement?” A white-haired man spoke from what appeared to be the highest seat belonging to a Harbinger in the room.

“I do, but I have a request.” I looked towards Dottore, wondering if this was going to be when I was freed from my own shackles or when he got rid of me once and for all. I’d been confident before, but the recent revelation had thrown my understanding into a tumult of frenzied thoughts.

A pawn only had so many uses in the grand scheme of things, and Dottore’s plans were beyond unpredictable.

“Say it,” The man looked down at him from on high, his star-shaped pupil glistening oddly.

Dottore’s gloved hand landed on my shoulder, warm amid the otherwise frigid room. “I request that they become my assistant. There is no one else suitable for the position.”

I all but gaped at him, but then his previous words came back to me. Clever and efficient. Even back then, this had been his plan. This entire time, he’d intended to keep me by his side; it was an odd thought that once more brought back my previous questions about our interactions.

But it made sense in a strange sort of way. Once a pawn moves as far as it can, it gets promoted, and when an actor proves themselves, they move up to the next, harder role.

“Granted, now go. It is time you continue with that which the Tsaritsa demands of you.”

Dottore bowed, a smile curving across his face that spoke of a well-planned victory, “Gladly.”

I watched, still not sure what my new position entailed or meant. All I did know was that Dottore had seen through my playing the fool and intended to keep me close to him. Just where I’d been since the beginning of this entire ordeal. I was in the same place, but in a position.

And that meant that someday, at the very least, I would solve the mysteries of the second Harbinger and what my relationship with him truly was.

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danddymaro · 1 year

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IT | Revenant x Reader

just dumb shit lol.

☆

The reader wonders whether the simulacrum comes equipped with ‘IT’

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You swear you are an idiot ; that you had no tact whatsoever with the way your mouth ran sometimes.

That, or maybe it was just him.

It's the dynamic of you two together that always has you acting odd.

And it lead to you asking what was quite possibly the stupidest question you'd ever wasted your breath on.

The simulacrum silently passed you after entering the room, reaching over you to replace his initial pick of the loot with a gun that pleased him more based on how he softly chuckled as he inspected it.

And you wonder if he even heard you at all.

You hope not, but of course, luck wasn't entirely on your side.

He'd heard you say something, but with how mousy you'd voiced it, and how far you'd been from each other at first, he hadn't really caught it.

"Speak up," he suggests offhandedly, for your sake and his.

Your face obnoxiously heated as you let out an irritated huff, deciding to just let it go altogether instead.

You reasoned that it was the best thing to do.

"No, Nevermind," you say back, shaking your head while moving past him towards a laid-out item before stuffing it into your small backpack for later use.

He lets out what is definitely an annoyed groan, and when you look at him, he somehow seems to look back at you almost deadpanned.

"Out with it," he tells you with a touch of annoyance when he notices you're holding back on something.

With just the two of you alone, you could talk, and be uninterrupted by anyone else, so there wasn't any reason to act like that.

You liked his company, and he'd told you once before that maybe, just maybe you were tolerable, which might not seem much were it anyone else.

But from Revenant?

Oh, it meant he definitely liked you, enough to put up with your occasional bullshit, and moronic banter.

You'd once told him about an old relationship with a jerk you'd rather forget, and he'd been sweet enough to offer to skin them.

While you'd declined, you'd also smiled the entire time, unable to hold down the uplift and chuckle .

His offer had made you smile softly because even if you hated them now, you still thought about what they made you feel and go through.

-To think Revenant cared enough to offer...

He'd seemed serious about it, and something told you that if you gave him the green light, he'd waste no time in finding them.

Sometimes you told him bad jokes, classic mirage one-liners that made him chuckle, but only because you'd delivered them. He found your attempts endearing.

Occasionally he told you about himself too, what little he remembers about his past life besides his hits.

He'd mentioned his dad once, but when he saw the look on your face, much more the way you inched closer to him because part of you wanted to touch him and maybe hug him, he stopped.

He saw the intention, and at the time, he hadn't been ready for it.

He sneered before flicking your forehead, surprising you.

"Old man's dead now little girl," he told you, and you figured so.

You'd thought so, but it didn't take away from how you felt sorry for him.

It didn't take away from how you wanted to hold him and make him feel loved.

That Jerk of a bot had found a way into your heart, and you were moved by him, touched by the damned soul.

As much as you wanted to tell yourself that it was just because you considered him a friend, you knew it was much more than that.

He watched you nod as you deflated, and while he felt relief, he also felt disappointed in himself.

He felt like less of a man, afraid to touch you, afraid to know how it felt like to have your full affection.

Your range of topics was extensive, and you considered the idea that maybe you weren't entirely stupid, but rather, comfortable with him to begin asking, but too bashful to continue.

"What I asked was...well, Rev...Do, uh... you know..." you start off in a miserable attempt at first, and you visibly cringe as you attach your new mag onto your primary weapon. It’s done with difficulty as your fingers feel antsy, and your grip is just a bit tighter than it should be.

“D-Do you…” You try again, stumbling before you even pushed out the other word because it seemed that no matter how much your tongue massaged the gummy walls of your mouth, or how much spit you gathered, it still turned up dry.

You couldn't help but pout, your brows furrowed as you visibly expressed both frustration and fluster,

“ You… do you have…”

"- Do I have a what?" he asked sternly, intently gazing down at you, and you swore you felt your face beginning to melt.

" A…Well, " you hummed out, idly scratching your brow, looking away all together.

" You know, " you muttered, yet again stumbling as you make your way out of the building with him in tow, curious as to what you have to say.

"just out with it," he said with a low sigh, making you let out a long, peeved groan because you were getting there...slowly.

He just had to give you a moment.

" Ahhh! I'm trying!" you whine as you perform a rather clumsy spin on your heel, your weapon hugged to your chest as you do so.

You stare up at the bright sky and try to think of just how to put it without sounding dumb.

You're unconcerned about anyone else during your idle talk as you begin to stray behind him, and while it wasn't practical, you weren't really thinking about it.

- You were just spending time with him.

At the moment you release the peeved sound, he takes a glance back at you, huffing out a little amused sound before he decides to keep it moving, his weapon drawn just in case anyone shows up and tries to take advantage of your idiotic antics.

He lets out a long hum before saying your name, and without looking back he lifts up his hand, two fingers beckoning you to follow.

Your ears perk at the sound, and you do so, aware it was time to change your location.

You'd cleaned out the area by then, and it was time to move somewhere else, so you simply follow, letting him lead the way.

Meanwhile, you hope he drops the conversation, that someone shows up and you have to move on from it altogether.

A silent minute passes between you two as off in the distance you hear an explosion, the sound making your body jolt into alarm while he cackles.

"What....?" he starts off, " you seemed spooked," he muses, and he takes notice of how you've managed to get real close, practically on his heels.

One of your hands is close to touching him like a safe pillar, but before you had the chance to you tisk, pulling it back.

"You scared?" he taunts, and as he looks down at you, you stiffen your back, your face stern as you try and play it off with an eye roll while you take a step back.

"Yeah right," you mutter, "You'd like that wouldn't you," you retort, and rather than just turn back, he keeps staring, making you shift where you stand, nervous when he doesn’t bother to say anything back.

He doesn’t bite back, and it’s unnerving.

The longer you two simply stand, the more you try to hold yourself together as he just continues to look at you quietly.

He made you feel incredibly tiny, and you couldn't find anything else to do than fiddle with the little charm that dangles on the side of your weapon as you try to act like it doesn't affect you.

" What's with you..." you say softly as he makes no move to turn back.

You don’t know what to say, but the silence feels unbearable.

"Staring at me like that," you add with the same enticing voice.

He considers your words, and he's trying not to answer back with the admittance that you look so utterly beautiful to him, so much that looking at you is giving him little surges of pleasure that are becoming addictive.

It takes him a short pause to collect himself, and after, he then turns away with a little scoff, "I'm still waiting," he tells you, and you let out another groan, hanging your head.

“You’re still on that?” you sigh.

" I was curious to know if you... if you have it alright?" you say while looking far away, the last bit of your words coming out rushed.

"You know...It, IT," you say ruffled, and you put a good emphasis on the word.

You can see his steps almost falter before he stops walking altogether and looks back at you again, the speed at which he turns his head terrifying.

His glare is searing, and you feel yourself sweat nervously, the thickness of your lip bitten into out of the same fluster.

“Ah...” he sounds, sauntering close to you after he understands.

"And what would 'it' be?" he asks you as he catches on, and he's definitely teasing you.

There's a tease in his voice that makes you shrink because you know he wants to laugh.

- which was just what you'd been wanting to avoid.

It wasn't that you thought he'd be mad, but he'd definitely dangle the moment over your head, referring to it... mocking you with it like the asshole he surely was.

The initial surprise was gone entirely, so quickly that you hadn't had a moment to even savor having roused such a reaction from him.

"Ah...you know," you say not bothering to finish and shutting your eyes hard when you hear him chuckle, which then turns into a cackle.

"A cock?" he says without any shame, and he takes a step closer to you making you shrink.

"Is that it?" he questions you coyly, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Why? " He then asks, " interested?" he says as he looms dangerously close, and you swallow down thickly, gathering some nerve to answer him.

you swallow a long breath that has your chest puffed out a bit before you decide to speak, holding onto every bit of boldness you can muster.

"What if I am?" you breathe out, and the way you look up at him which is bashful, yet daring deep within the depths of your gaze makes him tone down his bravado.

His certainty lessens as he gets closer to more of the unknown with you, and even if you can't see it worn on him, he is nervous.

Terribly so.

He feels it fester in him, that feeling that has him flustered.

He can see you hold in your breath, anticipating what he's considering, what he's so terrifyingly close to doing.

If he had spit to swallow he would too as he readies himself before coming nearer, his face hovering over yours, making him close, but not enough to make contact.

"Then you're playing a dangerous game little girl," he warns you, meaning it, and the little endearment he’s given you has your stomach full of anxious butterflies.

It's unsaid but well-known that he's one to slice through anyone that would get in between the two of you.

Even now he's protective with a touch of possessive, and you couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd do for you if you cross that line, if you're his, and only his.

"I know," you respond back airily.

A part of you is touched with a hint of fear, but there's far more excitement there that it's drowned down and overpowered.

And you can’t think of a reason as to why you should turn away.

When one of your hands touches his chest, he lets out a low sigh as he cherishes the moment part of your body grazes him.

One of his hands moves to lay over yours, holding it as your palm fully touches him.

Your own lips press against each other before you decide to move even closer, meanwhile inching up as you extend yourself as far as you can, balancing on the tips of your toes before your eyes close.

You're near, you can feel it, and you barely brush your lips past his before you faintly hear the sound of gunfire come closer, and it's not until a bullet whips past you, narrowly missing you that you react to it properly.

It jolts you from your moment, and as you become a target you're thrown to the side by the bot.

The brutish shove saves you from worse outcomes as it has you avoiding the sudden ambush.

He's quick to respond, tossing you to safety while he lays down the cover fire with a rage that radiates from him.

You react slowly at first, instead admiring him, how he moves so beauteously, so elegantly as he shields you.

Even in the midst of utter chaos, he has you pulled to him, wanting.

And just as you admire him, you have him ready to fight for even one of you kisses.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Black Heart Part 7

Regulus Black AU

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn’t easy because of the war and Regulus’ denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn’t know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Link to Part 6

Rating: M

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“I’m aware. I am here to talk to you about your death eater of a brother. I want him to keep his filthy hands off of Y/n before we have to either bury her or make a blooper reel of her life. You need to tell that asshole to watch his back.”

Sirius blinked several times as if trying to decide if this conversation was actually happening. After determining Dr. Sexy was actually standing on his doorstep threatening Regulus, Sirius poked his head out of the front door and looked around. He, for a moment, thought that Regulus was screwing with him in some weird way. Was there some joke that Sirius wasn’t in on? When he didn’t see Regulus in the hallway, Sirius turned back to Nicolas.

“Okay, now that I know I am not being bamboozled somehow, I’m going to say this...mate stop. For your own good and the good of everyone involved stop. Fucking with Regulus is about the first level of stupid. He isn’t one to be fucking around with.

Nicolas was shivering in anger. He was mad! Mad wasn’t putting his feelings with enough emotion. Nicolas had spent ages trying to get you to like him. There had been so much dedication on Nicolas’ side then in swoops some older rich bastard that looked younger than Nicolas himself.

“I am knocking the shit out of your boney brother when I get a hold of him. I love Y/n and he won’t mess this up!”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. It took Sirius a few moments before he was able to get ahold of himself.

“What’s funny?”

Nicolas snapped as Sirius rubbed a hand over his face. Sirius wiped a few tears from his eyes before laughing again. When he calmed down, Sirius sighed.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just laughing at my life.”

Nicolas put his hand on his hips as Sirius moved to speak again.

“Mate, she’s having his baby..two of them…if you didn’t know. Y/n is in love with him. Accept it…embrace it…look if you are dumb enough to fight my brother…he may be skinny but Regulus fights dirty. He’s going to win. Unfortunately, because you're threatening my little brother you are also threatening me. Keep it up and I’ll sit on your head while Regulus jumps up and down on you. You’ll also be pissing Remus Lupin off because he’s pals with Y/n so he will be beating on you too. If you insist on starting something…may the odds be in your favor”

Sirius promptly shuts the door in Nicolas’ face before going back to his tv show.

“Dude’s a mother fucking idiot. I would rather hug a cactus than tangle with Regulus…especially when it comes to the first girl that he’s ever been mental over. Nope. No way”

(meanwhile)

Regulus woke up alone when the sunlight began to stream down into his eyes. Frowning, he sat up and looked around the now-destroyed bedroom. The sheets had been ripped off of the bed during the previous night's activities.

“Y/n, love, where did you go?”

Regulus called out as he looked at the mess of feathers there were all over the bedroom floor. How a pillow was totally destroyed was beyond him. Regulus made a mental note to call for Kreacher to come to help him tidy up. He was thankful that Kreacher wouldn’t ask any questions about what happened. The elf would just nod and start cleaning up.

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts.

“Bathroom, can you come here a moment?”

Regulus turned and walked into the bathroom where you stood looking at your reflection.

“Is something wrong?”

He asked tentatively. Regulus hated admitting it but he was afraid when things were going well. Things typically didn’t “go well” for him. When they did go well for too long hell fire typically ruined everything.

You turned to face him with a smile. Regulus’ eyes fell down your body and stopped at your stomach.

“I woke up this morning and look.”

Regulus’ eyes widened. You were right! It seemed like you started showing overnight.

“I totally did not expect that.”

Regulus commented as you moved to wrap your arms around him.

“Wait a minute.”

Regulus murmured as he dropped his hand to run over your stomach. You were relieved when he smiled. Knowing that was a genuine Regulus Black smile made your heart happy. Even though Regulus had promised that he was happy about the babies…that little smile always made you feel even better.

“You look beautiful.”

Regulus said, pulling you a little more tightly against him. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against yours.

I’m happy.

Regulus liked that thought. He needed to relax. He was happy and you were happy with him.

I have never had that happen before.

It was a true thought, no matter how sad it was. Regulus never kept a girl around longer than a few weeks. When things usually went down in flames, it was usually due to his not willing to open up. With you, Regulus was going to try his best to open up…no matter how uncomfortable it made him. You were worth the uncomfortable feelings.

The last thing that Regulus wanted was for you to tire of him and leave. He couldn’t process the thought of you ending up with someone like Nicolas. Regulus was not about to let that younger man be the one that raised his children.

They’re my kids and I’ll be the one that raises them.

Regulus internally nodded at the thought. He hadn’t told you, and maybe he would at some point, but when he was young (before the dark thoughts and feelings started) Regulus had wanted a family of his own. A family that could be happy…not whatever the Blacks were.

“Do you mean that? What about if I gain a lot of weight and get bigger than a house?”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. He chuckled before taking your hand and bringing it to his lip.

“You worry about such silly things. I can barely keep my hands off of you. You’ll be beautiful no matter what. I really am concerned about telling these children apart. Did I tell you Sirius’ comment?”

You shook your head, knowing whatever Regulus was about to say would be amusing.

“No, should I be worried?”

Regulus shook his head.

“He said that he wouldn’t even bother learning which child was which. He is simply going to sit back and let the children tell them who they are.”

A small smile played on your lips before speaking.

“A lot of twins tend to switch names with their sibling.”

Regulus suddenly looked petrified. You couldn’t help it as you giggled

“You’re worrying too much, Reggie. You’ll be able to tell them apart. As far as Sirius is concerned, let the twins have their fun. You know, we haven’t really spoken about it…what do you want the babies to be? Girls? Boys? Does it matter?”

“As long as the three of you are healthy that’s all that matters to me. I have a feeling if the babies are girls I will understand why my uncle Cygnus was so damned crazy. Someone could look at his daughters funny and he was ready to take them out. Anyhow, now that my anxiety is through the roof, how about we get out of the house for a while…maybe go down to the beach?”

You eagerly nodded before turning to go find a clean dress to put on.

“That sounds lovely. I’ll get changed.”

Regulus turned and walked back into the bedroom scratching his head. He was in deep thought again over the babies. If they were girls would he be able to handle it? Of course, the answer would be yes. Regulus had a feeling that he would suddenly develop the urge to murder whatever punk teenager showed up at his door in the future. Regulus suddenly thought about what a dick he was.

It's a good thing that her father is missing in action. If he wasn’t, I would call him and apologize for ever having sex with his daughter.

Regulus thought as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Master Regulus?”

Regulus turned around to see Kreacher in the door. He was relieved to see the elf.

“Kreacher, I was about to call for you…”

Kreacher nodded.

“Kreacher had a feeling that Master Regulus and Mistress Y/n would need Kreacher. Besides, Master Sirius is at the house and Kreacher did not have the patience for that.”

Kreacher looked around the bedroom and looked suddenly shocked. There were feathers all over the bedroom floor, blankets thrown everywhere, and your knickers hanging from the chandelier. Kreacher blinked a few times before turning to Regulus.

“Is all well here?”

Regulus’ cheeks turned a pale pink as he met Kreacher’s eyes. Had it been anyone but Kreacher, Regulus would have been absolutely mortified. Kreacher, house elf or not, was the one being that Regulus felt understood him. He also knew that Kreacher cared about you (even if he complained about your wrecking his kitchen and organization system).

“Uh..yeah. I think we may have gotten carried away.”

Kreacher nodded before speaking.

“Kreacher will fix the pillows and clean.”

Kreacher wasn’t about to complain. He was thrilled to see Regulus happy, for once. Kreacher was also happy to see the family that he cared about continuing. If Walburga had been alive, Kreacher was positive that she would have been happy too.

You stepped out of the bathroom in a pale pink sundress. Regulus’ eyes immediately went to your stomach, yet again. There was definitely no denying it. You were pregnant…you were pregnant and Regulus was happy.

Kreacher gave you his usually squashy frown.

“Kreacher it's nice to see you.”

You said pleasantly. Kreacher gave you a nod. The last thing that he wanted was to upset you again. After making an offensive comment that made you cry, Kreacher was scared to do it again. Even after you assured him that it was just hormones the last thing that Kreacher wanted was to upset Regulus for making you cry.

“It's nice to see Mistress Y/n too.”

Regulus meanwhile had reached for your hand.

“We’ll be back later.”

Twenty minutes later you stood on the beach watching the waves crash onto the sand in front of you. You were enjoying the fresh air and quiet peacefulness that surrounded you. There was no hospital, no dying patients, no screaming, panicking, or general distress that filled your typical day. It was just peaceful nature sounds.

You turned your attention to Regulus. He had rolled the bottoms of his pants up and was wondering around where the water met the beach. You couldn’t help but smile looking at him. For this brief moment, Regulus wasn’t the man that had so much thrown onto his shoulders. He wasn’t the boy that became a death eater at 16. He wasn’t Regulus Arcturus Black, heir of the Black family…the blood traitor (that he would be in his family’s eyes)...the high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic…he was just Regulus.

Just Regulus…the man that you loved with your whole heart.

You watched with a small smile on your face as the wind blew through his now messy curls.

“I see why you like it here.”

You commented as you moved to join him. Regulus wrapped an arm around you before leaning down for another kiss.

“There isn’t any noise…no expectations.”

Regulus replied. While he knew his place with The Order was important, Regulus, if even for a brief moment, considered not going back. It was a silly thought but he loved entertaining the idea of the two of you remaining here, in this moment, forever. The two of you could raise your kids away from the crazy.

It won’t last forever…the crazy will come here eventually if the dark lord isn’t taken care of.

The thought was unwelcome in Regulus’ mind. For once, he didn’t want to think with his logical brain. He was enjoying this peaceful happy side a little too much.

Looking down at your face, Regulus realized that you were feeling the same way. You didn’t have your “doctor poker face” on. Instead, you looked like that young woman that you were. You weren’t some child prodigy that grew up to be a young doctor. You were just Y/n.

Now is a perfect time…

Regulus watched your face for a moment longer before pushing some of his hair away from his eyes.

“Remus and Tonks are getting married. Do you think they are crazy?”

You shook your head.

“No, I don’t. With this war, none of us know how long we have. Tomorrow isn’t promised. They’ll be happy.”

Regulus let his hand drop into his pocket. His grandmother’s engagement ring suddenly felt very heavy. The ring had been willed to him to give to his future bride. Granted, Regulus never thought that he would actually use it.

He had been keeping the decision to propose to himself but he had been considering proposing for some time. A lot of his reasoning was the pregnancy. The last thing that Regulus wanted was for anyone to run their mouth about HIS kids…but that wasn’t it. Regulus wanted you to be his and his only.

“What about us?”

Regulus asked softly. You instantly smiled.

“Darling, we’re happy. I am very happy. I love you.”

Regulus took a deep breath before taking the ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto your finger.

“Would you love me enough to marry me?”

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. Looking down at the emerald and diamond engagement ring, you could barely form a sentence for a moment.

“Is this an engagement ring? Are you…”

Regulus nodded, his eyes suddenly taking on that “sweet lost boy” expression that typically got him anything that he wanted.

“Yes, will you marry me? It isn’t just because of the babies…I don’t want people bad-mouthing any of you. It's also because you are the only one that I would even entertain the idea of such a thing with.”

Regulus suddenly wondered if he was crazy. He was proposing to a girl that was younger than him…and not dating long. Would you think that he was nuts? What if you did? What if you said…

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Regulus’ internal panic stopped when you said those four sweet words. He stood staring at you a moment before pulling you into a kiss. You stood on your tiptoes and tangled your hands in Regulus’ hair as he deepened the kiss.

Were the two of you crazy for moving toward marriage so fast? Maybe. Did you care? No. At the moment the two of you had everything that you both needed. For once, both Regulus and yourself had someone who loved you despite all of your flaws and insecurities…that was enough.

The two of you were so lost in the moment that neither of you noticed none other than Peter Pettigrew, in rat form, watching with a cold sneer. So Regulus Black was making himself a happy little life after deflecting…fascinating…

With a squeak, Peter disappeared down the street with some happy news for his master…

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empresskylo · 2 years

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“Didn’t expect to find you here,” a familiar voice spoke to you. You turned around from your place at the picnic table and smiled at Eddie.

“I’m full of surprises,” you teased.

You and Eddie had become recent friends against all odds. Eddie wasn’t exactly cool or popular—at least for positive reasons—but you secretly didn’t care. You admired him from afar; the way he wasn’t afraid to just say shit or wear whatever the hell he wanted. It was so freeing.

On the other hand, Eddie always thought you were stuck up, but you were just shy and had an unfortunate friend group.

When you both got seated next to each other in Chemistry this year, you formed an unlikely friendship. It began when Eddie teased you and you’d respond with the same sarcastic insults back. It surprised him the way you could easily match his energy. He took a liking to you, though he wouldn’t admit it. The pretty popular girl never ended up with the rebellious grungy guy.

You currently sat at Eddie’s drug dealing spot in the woods behind the school. He knew you didn’t do any drugs, so why was he acting so dense? Why didn’t he understand why you’d show up here? You two never hung out after class, even if you desperately wanted to; he would never ask. He thought you’d be embarrassed to be seen with him beyond the forced pairing in chem.

He took big strides to the picnic table and put one leg up on the bench, hunched over slightly, and looked at you. He didn’t say anything, he just stared. You rolled your eyes in response. “I… I just knew you’d be here.”

He stood back up and ran his hand through his hair. God, he was effortlessly so good looking , you thought. “Ah. Couldn’t get enough of me today?” he teased.

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. It was true. You had a crush on Eddie and he appeared oblivious to it.

You looked away from his gaze shyly and he sank onto the bench beside you, his body facing the opposite way so his back leaned against the table. “I’m just kidding around,” he said in a softer tone after seeing your reaction. His soft voice was rare, you discovered. But when he did talk in a quiet, serious tone, it gave you goosebumps.

You smiled and looked back up at him, “No. I know.”

“So, what’s your deal today?” His words sounded harsh but you could tell he genuinely cared and wanted to know what was going on with you showing up in his ‘special’ spot where he’d often come to be alone.

“Nothing. I just thought…”

He waited for you to finish your sentence. When you didn’t, he pushed himself up, and jumped off the table, unable to stay still for too long.

He waltzed around the area, his feet crunching the dried leaves as he did. “What has gotten your painties in such a twist?” He placed his hand on his chin jokingly, pretending to think hard.

You would usually giggle at his dumb remarks and gestures but you were frozen in place. You had convinced yourself that today was the day you’d tell Eddie how you felt. But once you heard his voice in the wind behind you, alone in the woods together, you got flustered. This would ruin everything between you two. But you couldn’t wait forever, you were both graduating in a few months time and then you’d be on your separate ways.

“I wanted to tell you something,” you said cautiously.

He looked at you and he continued to walk in circles. “What would get you to come out all this way in to the woods alone?” He smirked. “Something good, I hope.” He winked at you.

You shifted in your seat. “Well, I knew we’d be alone here.”

Eddie felt his heartbeat quicken just a tad—if he wasn’t paying attention, he might not have even noticed.

Fine, you should just say it. Get it out! You squeezed your eyes shut and blurted out, “I like you, Eddie.”

He stopped in his tracks, all the charisma washing away. He tried to play it off cooley, but he was clearly flustered, his words not as confident as usual. “Are you just buttering me up so I’ll do your half of the lab report?”

You sighed and looked at him. He quickly averted his eyes. “I’m serious. I know it’s dumb,” you waved your hands around as you talked, “but it was eating me up inside.” His eyes slowly traced the ground and then up the table and over at you. His eyes narrowed on you as he listened. He held back clever remarks, he didn’t want to self-sabotage like he usually did. “I‘ve liked you for a while, you know.” He sat beside you like he did before as you continued. “Always thought you were so cool and rebellious. You never cared what anyone thought of you.” After a long pause and averted eyes, you spoke again. “Well, say something!”

He fiddled with his rings as he spoke. “Just so we’re clear, you’re saying you like me as in…”

You laughed. “As in… I think you’re hot.”

He hoped you couldn’t see the blush forming on his cheeks.

“This is not how I thought today would go,” he whispered.

He laid his elbow on the table behind him and tapped his fingers nervously against one another. “What are you thinking?” You asked, feeling a bit self-conscious; afraid Eddie would begin laughing at you for being so foolish to have actually thought that you stood a chance.

“How.. I feel the same way.” He looked at you, all the sarcasm and quick wit sinking away as he stared. He was hoping you weren’t pulling a sick joke on him. How could you be into him. You had lots of friends in different cliques. You were so pretty. You were outgoing and likable. You’ve dated football players. How could you like Eddie?

He braced himself for you to begin giggling in his face and telling him it was a joke he fell for, but you didn’t. He saw red creep across your face.

“How long?” He finally asked nervously.

“I don’t know… Since sophomore year.” You clenched your hands together as you confessed your feelings.

Sophomore year? Eddie thought, stunned. You had liked him for that long? Before you two even began talking in chemistry this year? He felt his ears turn pink as he stared at you dumbfounded.

It felt like minutes had passed as he looked at you until he reached a hand out and rested it on your cheek, his head moving into you in one quick motion.

You both closed your eyes as your lips met. He was soft and gentle as he kissed you. Both of your hearts were pounding in your ears. The kiss turned eager and desperate as he hungrily wanted more and more.

He pulled away, a new wave of confidence pooling over him. “I never thought you’d actually like me too.” His breath was hot against your face. He pulled you in again, your hands reaching out and resting on his extended arm as he kissed you.

His hand rested on the back of your head as he pulled in you more. The scent of him filled your nose, sending a wave of arosual to your lower half. God, you wanted him so badly. You reached out and gripped his t-shirt and yanked him closer. He smiled into the kiss, amused at your need.

The angle you were at was uncomfortable and you weren’t able to deepen the kiss or touch him how you wanted. So you slid your leg around the bench and scooted towards Eddie. He pulled away from the kiss to ask what you were doing, worried you wanted nothing more from him. Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, you were straddling his lap, your hands resting against his chest. His face must have looked how he felt because of how you giggled. He couldn’t fathom this really happening right now.

You leaned in, your noses brushing, before kissing him again. His arms wrapped around you as the wind picked up and sent a chill down your spine. The heat radiating off Eddie was enough to warm you up as he held you close.

He thought of you all the time. His favorite class of the day was chemistry even though he hated everything about the subject. Just the way you’d kick him under the table during a lesson when he whispered a joke at you was enough to make him show up for school everyday. It took him awhile to admit it to himself, though. Eddie Munson found himself stumped for words. How could he tell you how he felt? He couldn’t, that was the problem. But today, you completely sending his head spinning with your confession, he felt like he was in a stupid romance novel. Fuck, the way your hand came up to rest against his jaw made his knees go weak.

You adjusted your position when your leg started to go numb and didn’t even realize how you rolled against him until you felt him harden in his jeans beneath you.

“Shit. Sorry, I—“ Eddie began in a fit of fear.

You cut him off with a kiss to the side of his neck, his words stopping in their tracks. Your hands crept down to the spot where you rested against him and you squeezed him through his pants. He made a choking noise in response, causing you to look up at him. “I can stop if you—“ You said, unsure if he wanted you this way.

He shook his head. “I just…” his words faded away, embarrassed.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, your breath still heavy from your kisses.

“No. God, no. It’s just… I haven’t… done this before,” he gestured between the two of you.

You felt your heart do a flip. You were certain someone like Eddie would have had tons of girls by now, a whole notebook full of names. You couldn’t be more wrong. He had the opposite experience. He wasn’t exactly popular with the ladies, not when you run a DND club and spend your time being annoying by wreaking havoc on the school as an outcast.

“Do you want to?” You couldn’t believe how brave you were being, but you wanted him so fucking bad right now. The way his face was flushed and his lips parted. His hair was messy as it hung around his face. And his hands rested lightly on your hips. You were completely intoxicated.

Eddie nodded his head slightly, his lips parted and swollen. On the inside he was nodding his head like a mad man and screaming yes, wanting nothing more than to feel you. To have you.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. Your hands made their way back down and began undoing his belt. You were slightly trembling as you did, the anticipation exploding inside you.

You awkwardly came up so you were on your knees now. He helped you shift his pants down, his hands trembling the same as yours, making you both breathlessly laugh. Your hand wrapped around his length once his jeans were down far enough and gave it a stroke. He looked down at your hand with his mouth parted in astonishment.

His hands gripped your hips to help balance you as you yanked your skirt up and pushed your underwear aside. You were already so wet for him. You had shamefully dreamt of this moment before and found it easy to be ready for him.

You looked up at him and met eyes as you gripped his cock and lined it up with your entrance. His breath hitched in his throat, his fingers digging into your side as his tip brushed along you, throbbing in anticipation.

You placed a kiss on his lips as you slowly sat down on him. Both of you gasped, your mouths breaking the kiss as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” he breathed as you bottomed out, your body flesh against his jeans.

His hands slid up slightly as he held you, your shirt getting pushed up, his touch burning your skin.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and you slid back up, earning a groan from Eddie. His eyes fluttered shut as you sank back down on him. His hands slid up under your shirt to your rib cage, right below your armpit. You continued that motion, slowly bouncing on top of Eddie. Your skirt flipped back down over and disguised what was going on between your two connecting bodies. He swore under his breath, his eyes opening to look at you. You couldn’t get your mouth to close as you continuously let out soft cries. His large hands slid under your bra and groped both of your breasts. You whined as he squeezed and moved his hands across your chest. Obscene noises echoed from where your bodies connected as you kept bouncing.

“God, Eddie,” you moaned. Eddie’s eyes darkened at his name in your mouth. You began to pick up speed and Eddie’s hands slid down to your ass, pulling you towards him as he gripped you. You mewled as he helped you hit a better angle.

Your head collapsed into the crook of his neck, your arms hooked underneath him, your body giving out. You cried into his neck, your noises muffled. Eddie let out a deep growl as he bucked his hips up to meet yours, unable to control his movements now. He was so close, as were you.

He moaned out your name, his face flushed bright red. “I’m gonna—“ he said in a strained voice.

You slammed back down into him repeatedly, your clit brushing against his hair as your bodies collided, sending heat waves through your core.

His hands left your ass and wrapped around you, pulling you flesh against him as you kept riding him. He groaned in such a dark frequency that you felt it rattle through your chest. His hips continued to buck up against you as he came inside you, swears pooling off his tongue as he did. You felt him throb inside you as he came, sending warm liquid deep in you before dripping down around his cock.

You moaned and your hands gripped his shirt in fists tightly as you came around him. Your walls squeezed him and dragged out his orgasm. His head flung back in extacy as your thighs began shaking.

You slowly lessened your bounces as his seed poured out of you and onto the bench. When you finally stopped, you both were gasping to catch your breath. What felt like forever, was really only two minutes. Eddie was surprised he even lasted that long.

You stopped moving, holding him inside you as you both came down from your high. You both finally looked up at one another and began laughing. His hands still held you tight, sure to leave bruises on your soft skin.

“Jesus,” was all Eddie was able to muster out.

“I know.”

He smirked at you, his fingers tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I think I love you.”

You nervously looked down, but Eddie kept his gaze focused on you. You hoped he really meant it.

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oddballwriter · 7 months

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A Piece of Cake

Summary: You work at a food truck that sells baked goods, dessert foods, and other such things, named The Sweet Spot, with two other people who you've grown close to. Close enough that they know about your crush on the cook who works at the circus-themed food truck that you share one stop with. They're tired of you being too shy to make a move, so they help you get the ball rolling so that you two can actually talk to each other.

Warnings: Mentions of cakes and sugars. The reader gets teased by their co-workers a bit but nothing too harsh. Billie and Penny kind of ruining the moment while also making it a bit better?

Author’s Snip: I love this series and I wanted to make something for the sake of having something other than two sparse headcanon posts.

Notes: Go watch BigTop Burger and support the creator WorthiKids in any way you can. This show is such a delight and I love everything about it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

"I'm gonna go stretch my legs." you tell your co-workers, almost out the door but their odd, almost sarcastic-sounding 'uh-huh's made you pause. "What? We hardly get customers at this stop, and our stock of food is fine. You can handle some customers while I'm out for a few minutes, can't you?" you question.

"Oh no. We'll be fine. For sure." one of your co-workers, Daniel, says, before speaking up again. "But how come you always want to walk while we're parked at this stop instead of all the others we do?" he asks, giving you a knowing look. "Like I said, we don't get customers here. It's half past noon. No one eats baked goods and desserts at noon." you say, trying to make up to defend your reasoning as to why you want to take a walk break at this spot.

"People also don't eat dessert at 1 pm, or 2am, maybe at 3pm, but those two other spots for one and two are okay to walk at too, don't you think, Y/N?" your second co-worker, Helen, suggests, with that same knowing tone.

"What's so wrong with me walking here. It's a nice walk around this block and there's some nice looking things here?" you ask.

"I bet there are." Daniel comments.

"Quit acting dumb. We know you just want to see that Circus Burger guy you have a crush on." Helen accuses. "What? No. I mean- I see him when I walk around sometimes, and I say hi, but I don't like him." you deny, even if Helen is right on the money. "And it's BigTop Burger. Not Circus Burger." you correct, trying to make her feel dumb for getting the name wrong, but you realize that it just makes you look more interested in him by knowing the actual name of the food truck he works for.

To be honest, they don't really care about your interest in him. They just like to tease you because of how much you deny it. And also because he wears clown make-up as part of his uniform and that makes the whole idea of you two kinda silly.

You look at your co-workers with a flushed face, knowing that even if you make a whole argument that you don't have a crush on him, they would know better.

"What's his name again anyways? Tom?" Helen questions. "It's Tim." you correct, again, this time with no defense. "Well. Why don't you take something for Tim and you two can talk. Maybe work up the courage to ask for his number too." Helen offered. "Or maybe just take him something for a couple of days and then ask for his number. One of the best ways to get to a man is through his stomach." she suggests.

"What should I take, though? We have so much stuff here." you say, looking at the plethora of cakes, cookies, brownies, rolls, and bonbons, the list could honestly go on forever and so could the various flavors, looks, hybrids of said things that you carried.

"Here," Daniel says as he moves towards the display and picks something for you. It was a slice of the funfetti cookie crust cheesecake. You look up at him with a 'really?' readable across your face. "What? His job has a clown theme. He might think it's funny." Daniel explains. You glance back down at the slice in its little plastic container that your truck usually puts your slice orders in before sighing and taking it.

"Go get 'em, Y/N!" Helen cheers as you actually step out of the truck and also hear Daniel shout "Don't worry, I'll pay for the slice!" as you walk forward.

The BigTop Truck wasn't that far from yours. It was just a turn around the corner and a small stride forward. It was impossible to miss the blue-colored brick of a truck once you turned the corner. As you got closer, you could see Tim leaning against the truck, on his break. As ashamed as it is for you to know that this time was usually his break time. 'Okay, Y/N. You can do this. Just walk up to him. You've done it before.' you think to yourself as you walk closer and closer. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you probably would have passed right by the BigTop truck and Tim if it weren't for him saying something.

"Hey! Y/N, right, from Sweet Spot around the corner?" Tim greets. "Out to stretch your legs again, huh?" he says. "Yeah. Sorta." you choke out, trying to both keep your cool and lower your excitement. "I brought you something." you say, holding out the slice of cheese cake to him.

Tim takes a second to look at it. "Oh wow. That's really something isn't it?" Tim comments. "Yeah. It's... something new on our menu. Some people have mixed feelings about it and," you explain, trying to come up with a reason why you'd just give him a piece of cake for free. "I was told to have someone kind of settle the score to see if we should keep it or not?" you conclude.

"I see." Tim says. "Well, I'll see how I feel." he remarks as he takes the container from your hands.

You somewhat avert your gaze so as to not make the situation weird by watching him eat. He uses the taped-in fork and takes a few bites pausing in between chews and taking pieces of certain parts to get the food as a whole.

"It's pretty good." Tim finally says, "No doubt, there's enough sugar in here to make a blood sugar monitor explode. But still good." he comments, trying to make a joke. "Yeah. I'm sure there is. If I'm being honest, this hybrid abomination feels like a culinary crime, but you know how it is with food trucks. If it's crazy enough it gets sales." you agree smiling a bit to show that you appreciate the joke.

Tim nods and even makes a few bashes himself. "Hey. I'm pretty sure we only have one or two people who actually like our food. I think everyone else is just trying it for the sake of seeing what it's like." Tim remarks, "I mean, our burger buns literally have sprinkles on them." he adds.

You think about the idea of how that would even taste and understand that that also feels like some type of crime against food as well.

"But hey. Your truck can get away with sprinkles. That's basically the go-to strategy for everything you sell." Tim explains. "I haven't eaten anything from there till right now with this, but your stuff looks good." Tim compliments.

You see Tim try and say something else after a long beat of silence but the window latch of the truck pops open and smacks him hard in the back of the head with a faint bunk noise.

"Hey, Tim. Steve wants us to head to the next stop early, for whatever reason, so-" a person with blue clown make-up and a cap on says, speaking low and monotone voice before pausing upon seeing you and their co-worker who was rubbing the hit spot, who was shooting them a quick glance.

Another person, this time a shorter, rounder woman with pink makeup, pokes her head out. She sees you and Tim as well but she changes to a brief shocked expression and speaks, "Sorry for the interruption. Tim, take your time. I need to talk to Billie for a second.", the woman takes hold of the window door and quickly throws it down to close it, but in the process hits Tim in the back of the head again. You hear her shout a muffled "Sorry!" from inside.

"Are you okay?" you ask. "I'm fine. Just fine." Tim assures. "That was Billie and Penny by the way. In case you wanted to know," he says.

"Thanks for the cake by the way it was really neat of you to offer me some." Tim thanks. "I'll keep that as a highlight of the rest of my day. Whatever that may entail." he says as he starts to walk around to enter into the truck.

You try your best to not squeal at the fact that he just called you, well, more like the cake, a highlight in his day.

You wave goodbye to each other before he gets into the truck and you turn to walk back to your food truck. Upon getting back, you find Daniel and Helen seemingly waiting inside for you.

"So, how was your date?" Daniel jokingly asks.

"He liked the cake," you say, "And I met his co-workers." you add.

"Ooh. Sounds pretty serious." Hellen buds in with a joke of her own.

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lillytalons · 24 days

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This is my non comprehensive and unfinished list of Drift Compatible pairs

Drift compatible

Leverage

Eliot and parker:

They just are, they both love hardison but he’s better at being tech support outside the drift. Plus, they really only trust him to be monitoring them. They both know how to take emotion out of the problem when necessary.

Person of Interest

John and Shaw:

Chaos twins, need I say more? Actually I’m gonna, people were a bit afraid trying to find a pairing for them because of their pasts (epecially john and Cara who were a brutal team that wrecked John when Cara died) and were afraid they might make things worse for each other, but they actually leveled each other out to a shocking degree because the machine (a doctor in this case) saw what most people don’t, that they deeply care about justice, they’re compassionate, and have a strong sense of right and wrong-it’s just that for them the end justifies the means to a degree others might not feel.

Doctor Who

Ten and Donna:

I think Donna could also be compatible with nine, and it takes her a minute with ten, but they do get there, they make each other better.

Stormlight Archive

Kal and Moash former:

ok this one is odd because I think they were pushed to pilot together and it worked for a bit, especially whenever kaladin’s mental health is declining, but they stopped him piloting because of that and when he got better he couldn’t drift with Moash anymore. Moash found someone who’s destructive like him and Kaladin ended up with Syl. Shallan and him are oddly compatible but there was a bit too much tension with Adolin and Kaladin could tell she was hiding something, which after Moash freaked him out.

Adolin and Maya

Adolin used to drift with Dalinar but Dalinar retired and he stayed a loner until Maya, he was compatible with Renarin but Renarin was too sick to actually pilot. Maya is so quiet people didn’t think it would work but Adolin is used to Renarin and isn’t as much of a dumb jock as people think. People don’t understand that Dalinar and Adolin worked well because they fight the same AND they’re both very smart.

Stranger things

Steve and Robin:

Robin didn’t trust him at first but their first drift test percentage was so shockingly high that afterword they spent like days together getting to know each other. Most likely people in the base to be throwing potential partners at each other

Psych

Shawn and Gus:

https://www.tumblr.com/hmslusitania/745431572726038528/shawn-and-gus-are-drift-compatible-but-under-no

Owl House

Amity and Hunter:

I think this one would take some work, but say they got paired together in their overachiever/my worth is tied to performance phase. They would fall out of synch for a bit, but would come back together later courtesy of Luz (who I don’t think is great at the drift -following the rabbit is an issue- but can spot good pairings/pilots a mile away, and helps people get to where they need to be mentally) (side note, I could see her as an adult actually being great at temporary pairings, once she’s self assured enough that’s she’s stable in herself she can adjust to be what a person needs for emergency situations)

Star Wars

Anakin and Obi-wan (pre darkside):

I don’t think I need to justify this one, but Obi-wan suffers extremely when the bond is broken in drift

Han and Chewbacca:

Similar to the Shawn/gus scenario on the surface, but they will actually refrain from major property damage (probably)

Jyn and Cassian:

This one also is a growing to be compatible situation, but they fit better than they expected, he thought she was too selfish, she thought he wouldn’t trust her or compromise, turns out they work wonderfully together

Baze and Chirrut:

It took them a few years but they’re like the most stable and dependable pairing, despite Chirruts tendency to charge towards danger

I’m definitely right about all of these but I will accept additions!

#sw #stormlight archive #poi #psych #rogue one #leverage #owl house #stranger things #doctor who #dw

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stereksecretsanta · 1 year

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Merry Christmas, @thetommoway-oioii!

It's a little longer than I expected and had to split it up to three parts so this is the first part and the other two parts will be updated on the 26th and than 27th, hope you like it ^^

*****

Little one on the Way

3 weeks

For the past week Stiles Stilinski felt odd, not only was he getting irritated by every little thing but he was also craving the weirdest things seriously when has he ever wanted raw meat?

Certain smells were causing him headaches and he could've sworn he was gaining weight.

But he wasn't the only one going through changes, Derek was scenting him more than he usually did placing kissing all over his belly while also inhaling it {it was weird but for some reason it brought joy to Stiles' heart}.

He was also growling at anyone that came near him well okay not anyone primarily Scott, Jackson, and Allison hell he wolfed out on the poor girl so many times Allison was to afraid to get near them.

Stiles and Scott reprimand him and he tried to apologize keyword tried the pack soon learn that it was probably best if Allison didn't come near Stiles with sharp items.

It was a little sweet but also irritating especially when he instructed Boyd if Derek wasn't around to never leave his side and Boyd took that order to heart. Whenever Derek wasn't around Boyd was by Stiles side and if he was honest Stiles was ready to punch them.

Another situation that was odd was Cora, the girl couldn't get near Stiles without crying seriously whenever she saw him she would cry and leave.

Stiles tried talking to her but she would break into tears.

It was irritating him and he had enough he needed to know what was going on with those three because they knew something and he was gonna find out.

He waited till they were in the vicinity of their room before he calmly asked what was going on.

"What the hell is going on?" Okay maybe calmly wasn't the right word but he was getting aggravated with the way he, Cora, Boyd and now Peter were acting.

Peter took it upon himself to cook for stiles which would've been fine…if it weren't for the fact he gave him nothing but organic food with vegetables soy wheat and threw away his curly fries and other snacks.

"What do you-"

"Don't you dare play dumb Derek Hale I know for a fact that you, Cora, Boyd and now Peter are hiding something,"

"Stiles-"

"Cora won't stop crying every time she sees me, Boyd-even before you asked him too refused to leave my side and now Peter! Peter is cooking for me which wouldn't be so bad if the fucker didn't throw away my chips, soda, cookies, and other foods that he said were and I quote "diabetes waiting to happen"."

Derek stared at the liquid orbs of Stiles Stilinski-Hale, his husband, his mate, how was he supposed to tell him why his family were acting like this?

To him it was a blessing to Stiles it might be something else it might freak him out and cause him to say something that while it may not be intentional harm it'll still cause him harm.

And yet looking at his mate's eyes he couldn't help but feel that maybe just maybe Stiles might accept this information, he might take it to stride the same way he did with the supernatural.

He was scared yes but…if Stiles can accept werewolves, magic, and other night terrors that come out to play every other week he might be able to handle this.

Only one way to find out.

"Theres no easy way to say this but Stiles…your pregnant,"

Derek was expecting a lot of things, anger disbelief, denial, him fainting was not one of them.

"STILES!"

☾~☆~❀~☆~☽

When Stiles came too he found himself lying on his bed he knew it was his bed because only his mattress was as firm as the one he was lying on.

He turned his head and saw Derek currently walking in the room with his mug.

"You're awake,"

"Yeah I am,"

The silence between them was awkward and Derek did not for one bit like it.

"Umm…I have some hot chocolate, I was told that it's okay to drink it so long as it's umm soy milk and-"

"Derek-"

"I know this is a lot to take in and I understand if you're freaking out-"

"Derek-"

"But hot chocolate should calm you down, I would've gotten you tea but i wasn't sure how you'd feel-"

"DEREK!"

His alpha had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Derek I need you to explain things to me before i start freaking out and I don't think either one of us needs that right now,"

"Right you're right…ummm…ask away?"

Stiles can count on one hand the amount of times Derek was flustered and nervous, and he so badly wanted to count this and take a moment to crack jokes but right now he needed to know how it was possible to get pregnant since he didn't exactly had the right parts to get pregnant.

"Okay, you said I was pregnant are you sure I'm pregnant?"

"Yes, I could smell it on you and, and you also were more clingy and wanted to be around me not to mention you were nesting,"

"THATS REAL?!" he couldn't help but shout because never in his life did he think the Fanficion he read was actually true.

Seriously NESTING? Of all things to be true nesting is true.

"Yes, it's umm…true anyways you were nesting and also umm…eating raw food-"

"Yeah eating raw meat is gross and yet I couldn't stop eating it,"

"Yeah we all realized it when you wanted meat and nothing but meat,"

"Okay, okay,"

"Than there was me attacking Allison and Chris,"

"You still owe those two an apology I hope you know that,"

"I'm not apologizing for protecting my mate and pup,"

"Derek,"

"Stiles,"

He glared at his mate while his mate stared him down, he refused to back down from Stiles glare.

"Stiles understand where I'm coming from,"

When he said that Stiles calmed down and he did understand if anyone understood Derek's anger and frustration towards the Argents it was him.

Derek might be in a better place but that didn't mean he didn't still carry the scars the Argents left him.

The two were silent for another moment before Stiles asked,

"How?"

"How? Stiles are you really gonna ask how you're pregnant?"

Stiles grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"Derek I mean how is it possible that I got pregnant I'm case you haven't noticed I'm a guy!"

"OH right umm…well you see you're pregnant because not only because I'm a werewolf but you're also a spark and because of that you had a baby?"

"Are you stating that I'm pregnant or asking?"

Derek once again looked sheepish as he answers,

"Stating, you're pregnant because I'm a wolf and you're a spark. Yourealsomymatesothatalsohelps,"

The glare he gave him made him realized he should say the last part slow and steady.

"You are also my mate so that also helps,"

Stiles fell on the pillow he than grabbed another pillow covered his face and groan in it.

"Okay," he uncovered his face sat up.

"So I'm pregnant because I'm a spark and you're mate,"

"Yes,"

"Okay, will it be a normal pregnancy or not?"

"Yes but it's gonna be 6 months instead of 9 but don't worry that's normal,"

The look he gave him told him that the word normal wasn't the right choice of word.

"Or as normal as it can get for us,"

"I'll take it,"

"But yes, other than that you'll be fine,"

"Okay and will Deaton be able to help us?"

"Peter is getting a list of dos and don'ts to prepare ourselves for your pregnancy. I should also mention that Peter will be delivering since he specializes in this stuff,"

"Peter knows how to handle this?"

Derek was quite for a moment before he answered,

"He was our pack doctor and helped my uncles deliver their kid,"

Stiles looked at his mate before getting out of bed. He wrapped his hands around him and gave Derek a tight hug.

"Okay, I may be a little scared but I know how important this is for you and honestly I'm a little scared but I'm also excited to have a little bundle of joy with us,"

Derek smiled as he wrapped his hands around him he than kneeled down and placed a soft kiss on his tummy he made a soft promise that he will do everything he can to protect his babies.

2 months

"YOURE PREGNANT,"

Stiles turned around and saw his father standing at his door way.

"Umm…"

"How, Stiles how are you pregnant?"

"Well you see me and Derek had sex and-"

"Stiles!"

"Okay okay sorry umm well Derek is a werewolf,"

"I'm aware of that,"

"And I'm a spark which means I'm an emissary and the end result was a little bun in the oven,"

John looked at his son before taking a deep breath.

"Daddy?"

"Im worried but I'm also scared Stiles is this safe? Will you be okay?"

Stiles smiled at his dad. He understood his fear but he also needed to reassure him.

"Yes daddy I'm safe Derek is making sure I'm okay and Peter is taking care of me,"

"Peter?"

"He use to be the packs doctor,"

"Questions for another day,"

The two Stilinski men were silent before John approached him and kissed his forehead.

"So we're gonna have another headache in a few months huh?"

"Yeah we are,"

3 Months

Stiles was surprised he didn't get morning sickness however he got something much, much worse.

"Derek!"

Derek came rushing to the house to see Lydia glaring at Jackson while holding Stiles who was crying.

"What's wrong?" He turned to Jackson and growled at him.

"He, he broke my mug!" Stiles wailed ad he buried his face in Lydia's shoulder who was glaring at Jackson.

"It was an accident I swear!"

"You dropped it when I told you to be careful!"

"It was hot!"

"You're a werewolf you should be okay with holding a cup of chocolate!"

"You broke his mug?!" Derek decided now was a good time to intervene.

"The hot chocolate was hot"

"Lydia is right you're a werewolf you should be able to handle the pain!"

"Derek?!"

"Whats going on? I can hear you yelling from across the fields," Cora asked.

"Jackson broke Stiles mug"

The she-wolf turned to glare at Jackson.

"You broke his mug?!"

"It was hot!:

"You're a werewolf suck it up you little bit-"

"Stop yelling this is not good for the baby!"

Immediately everyone shut up.

"Sorry Stiles we didn't mean to upset the baby-"

"What? No not my little nibblet I'm talking about me I'm the baby this yelling isn't good for me,"

Everyone was quiet for a moment before they all began to laugh like crazy.

Stiles looked at his mate and fellow pack members and while he wanted to be mad he couldn't help but smile and giggle as well happy to see both his mate and family members happy.

TBC...

#thetommoway-oioii #stereksanta22 #*fic22 #*gifts22

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the-pretty-boy-dealership · 2 years

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@liinkkiden , this is for you!

Error with a reader who woke up in the anti void:

- People don’t normally wake up in his, er, domain. In fact, Error was the only person to end up there like that. And we all see what happened to him. So it’s more likely than not that you’ve errored yourself out to get there.

- What were you doing? Were you experimenting with something you’d been warned against? Exploring, maybe? Trying to tear a hole through the walls of the multiverse? (Error personally thinks that last one would be something Ink would do, but he can never be too sure) Or was it just dumb luck— er, maybe not luck, per say…

- He doesn’t care. He’s trying to decide whether to kick your ass to the curb, kill you, or, funnily enough, keep you around as something of a pet. He can’t make up his mind. You stay wrapped up in his strings and suspended high above him while he tries to make a decision. The first night (if you can call it that) passes slowly, the sound of you glitching out and trying to figure out what and where and why you are pulling Error into a long nap.

- He doesn’t make his mind up for a long time, continuing to put it off. He grows fond of your odd noises and twitching. It reminds him of himself, but without the intense amount of self loathing he carries around. He lets you down from his suspension, but keeps your hands bound at the wrist while he leads you around. He makes you sit with him, watch tv and eat and sometimes even read with him. He enjoys it, and he thinks you do too— he thinks it’s good for you.

- You do good with attention from him, you think. He’s nice to you (as nice as he could be, probably. You’ve seen him interact with Ink before. ‘Nice’ is definitely the word for it) and cares for your well-being. You’ve stopped minding that he binds your wrists together. It makes him comfortable, you’ve noticed, makes him a little less erratic. It’s fine.

- It’s been months at this point, though it feels like years in this place where time is simultaneously moving and frozen, when he offers to take you out of the anti void. Just a quick run, he says, we need snacks and you could use some fresh air. Dunno how long you’ve been here, but it’s been long enough, right? You venture into some universe that’s accepted the existence of other universes. Error takes you to something resembling a grocery store. He unbinds your wrist, leaving only a thin bow made of his string around your left wrist. You realize he trusts you. Just a little bit.

- The shopping trip is brief. You only grab the essentials, watching as Error pulls out a wallet that definitely isn’t his and slides over some horrifically glitched out currency to pay for the snacks. You’re waiting with the bags, looking around the place in wonder. And then you think— did I used to live like this? How did I get this way?

- The snacks are bought and carried (more like pulled) into the anti void along with yourself and Error, but the question gnaws at you. Who were you? What did you do? How’d you get into the void? It causes you to blue screen. You stay that way for a while.

- You wake up and you’re bound again, thin blue lines tying your torso and arms together and keeping your ankles tightly bound. Error is watching you silently, so close to you and with his fingers digging into the fabric of your clothing as he twitches, eyes wide and afraid, you realize. You crashed, he says simply when you ask him to explain. Just means you got overwhelmed. You don’t have to talk about it, but it’s not good to do that… Blue screen of death and all…

- You don’t explain. You cry. You glitch out and you thrash against wherever it is you’ve been put and you try to grab at yourself to try and tear yourself apart, but you can’t. One look from Error tells you everything you need to know. He’s done this before. To himself. You’re pretty sure he already knows the question you’ve asked yourself. You stop thrashing and start to scream, less screaming that hysterical sobbing. The strings around you loosen and reform, allowing you to fold your arms across your chest and to hold yourself before restricting you again. You realize it’s his way of offering a hug. It’s fine.

- It takes Error a couple of months to make his decision. He’s attached, he realizes one night while looking through different tears in his anti void. He spots another you— this one unglitched and smart enough to not mess around with things beyond their understanding, but he realizes he doesn’t care much for that version. He tells you what he saw and what he thinks. What you did, who you were, what your life had been like. It satiates you. You glitch, blue crowding your vision for just a moment before you’re brought back down. It’s fine.

- Error rethinks his choice a couple of times, watching you thrash about and glitch and whine in your sleep, but he always comes to the same conclusion. He likes your company. You seem as happy as possible where you are. You haven’t asked to leave. He thinks everything’ll be okay in the end. He’s pretty sure you think the same.

#error sans #error sans/reader #error sans headcanons #sorry this took me literal months i am very tired #also sorry this is less headcanons and more uh. basic outline for a fic??

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lotusthewriter · 9 months

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Dark, darker yet darker

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Rating: T

Relationships: Alphonse & Edward

Characters: Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric; MINOR - Winry Rockbell, Pinako Rockbell, Pride | Selim Bradley

Summary: When Al was little, he was afraid of the darkness. The light of the lamp, of his mother’s smile, and his brother’s presence used to soothe him.

Nowadays, Alphonse avoids the light.

Because in the light, there are shadows.

Including his own.

Word count: 1.911

AO3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - major character death in dream, nightmare, paranoia, hallucinations, trauma, panic/anxiety attack, and ableist language

DO NOT SHIP THE ELRIC BROTHERS. P/ROSHIP DNI.

The door opens, the light invading the dark room.

“Al?”

He’s sitting in bed, hugging his knees. For protection, like he always used to do.

“What are you doing here?” Ed asks, frowning. “Aren’t you going to eat dinner with us?”

“Oh, I’m not very hungry, Brother. I’ll eat later.”

Obviously, Ed is not going to buy the excuse. He’s narrowing his golden eyes in suspicion.

“What’s going on?” He questions, crossing his arms and standing in the entrance.

“Nothing.” Al tries not to stare at his shadow.

“Nothing, huh? Why are you sitting in the dark like a total creep, then?”

“Because…” Al trails off. “I’m just thinking, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s true, Brother. I just wanted some time alone.”

Ed’s face softens a little, though it still looks serious.

“Al, if something is bugging you…”

“Don’t worry, everything is fine.”

Telling him not to worry is useless, Al thinks to himself. Regardless, his older brother sighs and finally gives up.

“Alright, fine. But if I find out you didn’t eat–”

“I will eat, Brother. I promise.” Al smiles for him. “Go enjoy your dinner.”

Ed looks sad and worried, but he doesn’t insist. He’s always respected Al’s space, and nowadays he’s learning how to be more patient, too. Hence why he closes the door and leaves Al alone.

The younger Elric finally releases a relieved breath, which he has been holding for quite a while.

He looks around the dark room, listening to the crickets outside. It’s peaceful.

He never imagined the dark would become safe to him.

When Al was little, he was afraid of the dark. The light of the lamp, of his mother’s smile, and his brother’s presence used to soothe him.

Nowadays, Alphonse avoids the light.

Because in the light, there are shadows.

Including his own.

The first time it happened was during a walk on a sunny day with his brother. It was a beautiful morning, the birds were singing and the wind was soft.

Ed’s voice suddenly shifted into another.

It became haunting laughter.

And on the ground, Al could see… a monster.

His shadow was a monster and it was about to get Ed.

Panicking, Al yelped and jumped away from his brother to save him. Problem is, they were in the middle of town and he ended up tripping and falling over a poor vendor selling fruit. Ed, of course, didn’t understand a thing as he helped Al stand up, concernedly asking what the hell had just happened.

Yet as Al looked at their shadows again and nothing odd happened, he couldn’t tell him what he saw.

Because maybe that monster was a threat.

That if Al doesn’t watch out, his brother will be in danger.

If he goes to the light, everyone else will be in danger.

Since then, Al only goes out on cloudy and rainy days. Sometimes even at night to stargaze until late, much to Ed’s and everyone else’s concern. He does everything to avoid the light, and most importantly to avoid people in the light, so he only eats dinner in the late hours, or early morning so Ed doesn’t find out he basically skipped a meal.

Until one night, at 3 AM, Ed and the Rockbells confront him when he’s eating in silence. They turn on the light from the kitchen, as Al used the lamp from the living room to stay mostly in the dark.

“Alright, Al, this can’t go on any longer,” Ed says impatiently, arms crossed. “You’ve got to tell us what’s going on.”

“Tell you what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Granny rolls her eyes. “The reason you’ve been completely paranoid lately.”

“Paranoid? I’m not paranoid.”

“You’ve been acting strange for days, Al,” Winry points out worriedly, the saddest out of the trio. “It’s like… you’re scared of something.”

Alphonse swallows a handful of food, trying not to stare at their shadows nor his own.

“Could you please just–” he gulps, “turn off the light?”

“No, Al, you’re going to tell us what the fuck is happening right now.”

“You don’t get it, I–”

“What we don’t get?”

“Edward,” Winry scolds him.

As Al looks at the three of them, he feels something chill in his bones, causing him to shiver.

A presence.

The monster.

He knows it.

Al drops everything, abruptly standing up.

“Al-?” Winry tries, but he’s rushing past them the fastest he can.

“Al, get back here!” Ed yells.

He closes the door and locks it right before Ed aggressively tries the handle and slams on the door.

“ALPHONSE, OPEN THIS DOOR!” Ed commands. “AL!”

“Ed, stop!” Winry begs. “You’re just going to make things worse!”

“Please, Al, just- just talk to me!”

It hurts how heartbroken Ed sounds.

Al is shaking his head, even if they can’t see it. He’s also trying not to cry right now, so he doesn’t upset his brother further.

“Please,” Ed begs, quieter. “Al…”

Winry sighs. “Come on, Ed. He needs some time alone.”

From the sounds of it, she has pulled Ed away from the door, as Al hears steps going downstairs. Only now does the latter realize he can’t breathe well and his body is rushing like it’s in imminent danger.

Al has to do this.

It’s for their best.

He sees…

The light.

The white void of the Truth, that took away his body.

The smile of a wicked child and their multiple red eyes.

Suddenly, shadows are trapping Al’s fragile human body, forcing his eyes open, unable to close and be comforted by the dark. It hurts.

In front of him stands Pride, the most powerful homunculus he’s ever had to battle. The boy is smiling at Al with gluttony, desiring more and more power. And next to him…

“Brother!”

Ed is also trapped in the black tentacles, but he can barely move. He looks hurt.

“You thought you would get away?” Pride teases. “I am everywhere. I am unavoidable.”

He’s tightening the hold around Edward, who doesn’t react. Al is crying.

“Brother, no!” He begs. “Please, stop!”

“It’s too late.”

Al gasps at the weakened voice that comes from Ed, who finally raises his head with hatred in his eyes.

“All of this…” he glares at Alphonse. “Is your fault.”

The other hiccups. “B-Brother… I’m…”

Pride smirks.

Multiple bones break.

“NO!!”

Ed is lying dead on the ground.

Al can’t even break free.

“No! Brother! BROTHER!!”

“Shh…” Pride’s shadow literally shuts his mouth. “It’s over.”

Al tries to scream as loud as he can, but it comes out muffled.

All he feels next is more unbearable pain.

And the shadows taking over the light.

And… darkness.

…

“... Al!”

He gasps, his face wet.

In front of him is…!

“Brother?” Al speaks like he’s talking to a ghost. “Y-You’re not…?”

He can’t finish the sentence as he realizes something.

The light.

The shadows.

The pain returns.

“Turn it off!” Al screams.

“What?”

“THE LIGHT! TURN IT OFF!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll turn it off.”

A few seconds later, darkness is reigning their room, much to Al’s relief.

“Al, why–” Ed interrupts himself, likely thinking over his next words. “Why are you… afraid of the light?”

The other sniffs, crying as he can’t forget his own brother telling him everything is his fault. He’s hugging himself to hide his shame.

“Alphonse…” Ed sounds like he wants to cry, too. “You can talk to me.”

“You don’t get it.”

“I might if you tell me what’s happening.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

The worst part is, Ed isn’t even angry this time.

Al can’t accept it.

“It’s–” He sobs. “It’s PRIDE, okay?!”

He can tell Ed tenses.

“Pride?”

Al squeezes himself tighter. “E-Every time we’re out in the light, I… I see him, I sense him, and he’s out to hurt you. That’s why I… I can’t let him!”

As he sobs, Ed is contemplative for a while.

“So… you’re afraid of the shadows,” the latter concludes

“I dreamed he killed you right in front of me,” Al weeps. “A-And you told me…”

Even though it’s mostly dark, he can see his brother’s tragic face.

“It’s my fault,” Al completes.

“Al… Oh, Alphonse.”

Ed is hugging him, kissing his head while Al can’t help clinging back, as if starved for the gentle affection. After all, he has been isolating himself from everyone in order to protect them from him.

They’re safe now.

They’re safe.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk to you,” Ed apologizes.

Al shakes his head. “It’s not your fault I’m being paranoid. I’m…” He buries his face in his brother’s chest and cries like a child. “I-I’m crazy.”

“No, nonono.” Ed is pulling him away to look at him. “Al, you are NOT crazy.”

“But I keep- I keep seeing things that aren’t there,” Al talks fast, unable to breathe, “and I keep making everything hard for you–”

“Shhhh,” Ed cups his face. “Pride scared you and he’s messing with your head. You’re not crazy, Al. You’re just scared.”

Alphonse sniffs, shivering as his brother softly wipes his tears for him.

“I… I just don’t want to hurt you,” he admits.

“You won’t. I promise no one is going to hurt us, and if they try to, I’ll kick their ass.”

Al can’t help smiling a little at the last sentence, lying on Ed’s chest again. The latter hugs him protectively.

“I don’t blame you for being scared,” Ed says. “Pride was fucking hell. I can’t even imagine how it must’ve felt to be… controlled by him.”

The moment he shivers, Ed is tightening the hold a little more, but not to engulf him. Al appreciates it, or else he would’ve felt like his bones were being snapped again.

“I wish I could kick his ass again for hurting you,” Ed hisses. Al smiles again, saying nothing.

His brother is warm, unlike the shadows, unlike the darkness. But he’s not the light either because he stays there for Al in the dark moment. He doesn’t have to be the light to be warm.

Al is grateful he has Ed with him.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

He can tell Ed is grinning like an idiot with the kiss he gives his forehead.

“I love you, too,” the latter says. “No meanie Pride is going to tear us apart.”

Al snorts, relaxing for once in the other’s hold. Ed is then lying both of them down, not letting go of Al for anything, smoothing his short blond hair.

As he’s slowly falling asleep, a question comes to haunt him.

“Brother?” He calls. “How… How am I going to face the light tomorrow?”

Ed seems close to sleeping too, since he hums tiredly and takes a while to reply.

“Baby steps, Al,” he says, rubbing Al’s back. “I’ll be there with you for each one of them.”

The younger Elric hums, satisfied. “Okay. Thanks, Brother.”

Ed yawns. “You’re welcome, Al.”

The Elric brothers stick together in the night. Al could never be more glad to be able to sleep with someone again, after staying lonely for years.

In a way, you could say Al was trying to seek comfort from the dark nothing of the armor. That’s why he’s been alone until now.

Though he doesn’t have to be anymore.

He’s got his brother with him, like he always did.

Like he always will.

Al falls asleep with a smile, protected by Ed, though making sure he gets to be protected, too.

#fullmetal alchemist #fmab #alphonse elric #edward elric #fma pride #fmab pride #death tw #hallucination tw #ableist language tw #panic attack tw #nightmare tw #fanfiction

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tojiphilia · 1 year

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Me: Idk I might not read polaroids of you, my weak heart (figurative) can't handle horror

Also me: read the whole thing multiple times bc I have no impulse control and am thinking of theories of who did it

Anyways, we're only 5 parts in but I've got two theories. And I am long winded so I apologize in advance.

1) it's yuji. This IS an smau so it's hard to talk about alibis since we only see a very tiny snippet of their lives, but yuji is the one who supposedly went to bed early when it was announced that gojo came over and he could have been playing dumb about not knowing what's going on. All that could've been a ruse to cover for him not responding to messages but he was actually on his way to y/n's rather than actually sleeping. I thought it was odd that he didn't just scroll up and skim the messages and stay up to comfort y/n about the situation but I could be wrong and it could've just been a coincidence that he woke up at that moment was was like "wha- huh? What's going on?" Bc he's groggy and all (I have been both of these lmao). He could have just stayed silent, but then his friends might have raised questions of where he was. They wouldn't be suspicious of him, but he couldn't be so sure so it was best to throw in an alibis asap to avoid potential suspicion. A sweet personality, y/n's favorite, I wonder if he's upset that he's not ACTUALLY y/n's favorite bc of gojo.

2) it's gojo. I was just "haha what if this is an elaborate scheme to keep y/n around forever" like he's in love with her but he doesn't want to confess bc he thinks she might not feel the same or he's afraid they might break up so he does this whole thing to gaslight her into thinking that he's the only person she can trust or something bc he's just a freaky man(derogatory). It really is too early to tell for any of these theories but like part 5 shows that he does have some feelings for her to be jealous of Nanami, but that doesn't prove anything criminal yet. The stalker raised some suspicion about everyone she knew with the first (I think) two messages which I interpreted as "can you really trust your friends" and the last messages are pushing her away from gojo, but gojo is the one who has been around the most to comfort her and in a moment of weakness, that can be really powerful, but like in a bad way for her if he is the bad guy. He's the one going to get Geto to help right now, but we don't know who he's working with yet bc if it IS him, he'd need a partner to pull it off.

In conclusion, I have been watching too much "Murder, She Wrote" haha. I'm just like what if it's none of these guys and it's someone else that will talk more later? Ooo what if someone fucks up and leaves a clue? I'm so excited for this and to see where you take it omfg💕💕💕💕

these are good theories 👀 I do like seeing all your theories, it’s very interesting. All I can say to you nonie is wait until chapter 8, your theories will change and you’ll have to tell me about your new ones 👀🫶🏼

#𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦?#✰. 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

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munku-collar · 2 years

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did Macavity have any little personality quirks that annoyed or endeared you?

This is a fantastic question i was about to go to sleep but I can't wait on this one (not proofread bc it's 130am)

He has an annoying (and cute) smug little smirk that pulls on the left side of his mouth when he thinks he's being funny. He loves to push buttons when he's in a really good mood so some teasing about whatever you're doing or saying and a dumb little joke to accompany it is commonplace. So irritating in an endearing way lol

He rolls his eyes a lot, which, fair, I do too lol. Unlike me though he doesn't really shake his head or anything when he does it. He'll keep his reaction to his eyes only. His eyes are very expressive but can also be very guarded when he's feeling quite in control. He will always look away or avoid eye contact when he feels vulnerable though and he has a hard time looking you in the eyes when talking about love. He's afraid to.

Loves to physically intimidate, both actually, when someone annoys him, or playfully if you're close with him. Crowds you against the wall or a nearby surface just to make you feel a little nervous and to focus on him, brushes a paw across your neck or shoulders. Often a segue for romance (and it fuckin works -.-)

Not afraid to let you know when he doesn't like something. "That's stupid." "Why do you enjoy this?" "I wouldn't be caught dead doing that." Lots of verbal complaints bordering on whining if his interest isn't piqued. Really fucking annoying honestly lol

Despite everything mentioned, he's not much of a conversationalist. Sits quietly most of the time, thinking and brooding. Quick to be annoyed and quick to sulk or grow distant. His two responses to turmoil are to lash out or shut down.

Impossibly stubborn. Really really irritatingly so. If he doesn't want to do something he will not do it. But at the same time if we got into a standoff of sorts or the silent treatment was on the table he would break first.

He has a warm laugh. It can be a little startling and there's this edge of excitement to it though that can make some uncomfortable. Makes your heart race in a way.

Frowns often and deeply or has an annoyed expression in general, and definitely some resting bitch face. But I enjoy his frown. It's endearing somehow. Same with his frustration face. He can burn a hole through something with its intensity but sometimes it makes him look younger than he is and it's just. Idk there's something about it

Bristles a lot. Like, kind of recoils if you catch him off guard with a subject he wasn't expecting lol. But for the most part does his best to appear stoic, always keeps up a certain image, especially around other cats. Moves quite gracefully but also so... the word unhinged comes to mind LOL like i dont know you just... always get the sense that he's on the prowl, that he has an endgoal in mind, whether it be something good or bad. Well i suppose the song says it itself: "movements like a snake." But he's quite large and can easily loom over others and it's just. Yeahhhhhhhh,,,,,,,, You know he's dangerous. You know he's capable. But also I look at him and just see this man desperately clinging to a sense of control. He's graceful by nature but the darkness he's been swallowed up by in his own mind and the bad patterns he's formed are constantly at odds with his true self and the mask he tries to wear. Idk it's hard to express. It's also sad and scary and hot at the same time 😔 like please get your shit together

This one is a little 🙃 and i try not to think about it but like the way he uses his paws is very similar to munkustrap, so definitely a family thing. There's a sharper edge to mac and more insistence, a little more force to it i guess but the way he reaches for your paw or pulls yours into his own, the way he brushes a thumb across your cheek or the way holds your paw when he's feeling very soft is unbelievably similar.

Talked about this one before but purrs so louuuuddddd so loud. You can feel the vibration of it so strongly if you're close enough. Can be a little off-putting if you're not used to it but i enjoyed it 🤷‍♀️

His aura in general is endearing and frustrating all at once. He's just an overwhelming presence in general. He makes you want to get close to him, like "please let me drown in you" but at the same time it's like "god get me away, you're too much." It's easy to lose your train of thought when trying to talk to him and he just riles you up in 10 different ways, makes you feel one thing and then something else a moment later. So yes. Very annoying and im strangling him with his own tail

I'll go back to exposing his asshole behavior another day but yes there are some bits of him that are loveable. Makes me a bit sad to think about

#my shit #cats the musical #cats 1998 #asks #macavity #macavity the mystery cat #demecavity #JH

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idance2silence · 2 years

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This is an opportunity to info dump! 🥳

Xiao and Hu Tao relationship dynamic ideas for Genshin Impact (platonic)

I'm writing a fic, either their first meeting or them just vibing I don't know yet. But I'll take thoughts on their relationships or ideas you wanna see on Ao3!

I just think their dynamic is sweet!

I'm including my current thoughts under the readmore. I didn't include anything with spoilers so it's safe. I'm caught up with the quests so send me anything I'm cool 💕

He entered one of her dreams and they went on a whirlwind adventure

Hu Tao shows him the crystalflies and they make hair clips that Xiao becomes obsessed with

She jokes about death and funerals and this humor rings close to a war vet so they make a lot of jokes together. Former general alatus has a support team

She's childish and lively even though she has seen dark stuff. Admirable.

Hu tao isn't afraid to toddle right over to him and poke him on the cheek but she's so professional towards him and addresses him properly. This confuses him and she just giggles and he cant help but smirk because she's bizarre but so kind

She brings out his inner child

They play in the mud. I just feel like Xiao enjoys it and Hu Tao would 100% roll with it

Hu tau makes ghosts jokes. Xiao knows a lot of ghosts. It works.

They've encountered people claiming all kinds of stuff about spirits and they've had to deal with the idiots together

Hu tau isn't afraid to hug goodbye. Xiao doesn't let a lot of people that close but he is terrible at saying no to the child

Xiao had forgotten that a 20 year old is not a child. He needs to interact with more people. Hu Tao is unbothered because it's fun to be doted on and the ancient little man is so strange and sad she can't help but make him part of her odd little family.

Hu tau sends him mail. She wants to know how he wants his funeral because he is always working. He finds it endearing. It's the only mail he gets

She sings her little hillichurl song and Xiao is amused by music bc that's his calm button

Hu tao admires him like a child meeting a story book hero and its not feared reverence but childish curiosity and awe. But unlike actual children she behaves like a grown up and is respectful . Mostly .

She has her hat and he has his mask and she likes to pretend it's their superhero masks like comic books. He doesn't understand this at all. She finds it hilarious. Her laughter is contagious

She sends him her poetry. He is an appreciative audience. Like a grumpy old man with a soft spot for his grandchild

Hu tao asks Xiao for relationship advice and he has no clue why but she loves his bs answers. He thinks she's dumb until she escalates the joke. He is so confused but is enjoying partaking in fun

She loves star gazing with him because he knows constellations.

Sometimes he helps her gather wood for coffins. Pole arm buddies

She calls his fangs little teefies and no one else has the audacity. He's amused greatly.

She gives him an excuse to chase after cool birds and he appreciates that she let's him hide his childishness behind her

Healing their inner child together.

They climb tall things together. And look down. Xiao loves forcing her to a hight that freaks her out and teleports her down. He likes being the strong protector and Hu Tao loves the adventure without being afraid

She delivers things to ganyu anonymously for him. Can't look too much like he cares

She finds him soft animals to pet

She brings him cool skulls. Cleaned. Ofc.

She plays pranks and tries to scare him. He thinks her attempts are funny. It's also how she knows something is seriously wrong bc when he gets spooked he needs help

They both value history. Xiao knows the sad dark reality, Hu Tao is fascinated by odd things, like old technology and means of living. They discuss anyway

She gives him space when he feels a lot of carma but doesn't actually run away. Just so he isn't worried.

She promises that the funeral parlor will cover a room at the hotel if he needs, but it's not necessary as they wouldn't charge him. Just to ease his anxiety.

Lots of haunted jokes

Xiao learns her little dances but she will never find out

She tells him about curre t books and convinces him to read. He never takes time off so she starts reading to him as he fights. He thinks it's hilarious and adorable of the smol child.

#xiao headcanons #xiao genshin impact #hu tao headcanons #hu tao genshin impact #hu tao and xiao genshin impact #genshin impact headcannons #di thinks #genshin impact story thoughts #genshin impact fic idea #i took a commission on an exchange in ao3 so i thought id benefit from poking around #looking for infodumps on them #tell me all about them #xiao and hu tao genshin impact #xiao and hu tao friendship #xiao and hu tao dynamics

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valeskakingdom · 2 years

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Time to give us the boost it needs (part 6)

*3 weeks later*

3:15 am.

The time has come.

It was time to escape.

Everything seemed perfect: The guards stopped checking on Jerome and Scarlet since they got aware of them making plans to escape. Ever since, they checked on them everyday; they prohibited them from sitting next to each other, they let Scarlet relocate to another cell because they were afraid Jerome and her would communicate through the shafts. The guards even organized that Scarlet and Jerome wouldn't be able to see each other again. The asylum had two groups of inmates that separately visited the rec room. If group one was in the rec room, group two waited in their cells - and so it was the other way around. Since Jerome was in group one, they put Scarlet in group two. The communication between the two of them was completely dead.

For Jerome it was horrible. He freaked out. How did they dare to separate Scarlet from me?, he thought, nobody separates a king from his queen! They will regret that! I will make them feel the pain and despair I now feel!

Oh boy, you could tell, he missed his little Patel more than anything. Every day he thought of her: the dark beautiful eyes that shined every time she saw him - that's what he thought. Or the sweet scent of he smelled on her every time she sat on his lap and he could wrap his arms around her. Or what about her soft flawless skin? Her touch was softer than a bunny's fur. And her voice - he could just swarm about her voice, it was like music in his ears.

And the more he thought about all that, the more he wanted her. He couldn't stand a day without her any longer- he needed his Scarlet.

For Scarlet, the situation was odd. Did the guards know about her plan to escape? It at least would explain why they became so suspicious about Jerome and me, she thought. She missed Jerome, but she would never admit it. Showing feelings was for the weak and too unprofessional - and she wanted to be professional.

The guards weren't dumb, as well - they knew Scarlet hid her feelings for Jerome. She tried to avoid all this - so the guards provoked her with asking questions like: where's your little king, Scarlet? Don't you miss Jerome? How is it being so all alone?

It annoyed it, it annoyed her a lot. It firmly pissed her off. Of course, she missed him. Of course, it was all odd not hearing his laugh, not sitting on his lap while his arms were wrapped around her stomach. She longed for him, eventually she was addicted to him in a certain way.

All she knew was: she wanted him and she needed him.

***

Currently, Scarlet sat on the edge of her bed, playing with her Walkie-Talkie Sionis' friend gave her. She was thinking. Was everyone well-prepared enough? Was everyone well-informed about the plan? Did everybody checked on the bombs? Did everything work the right way?

Yes, they decided to place bombs on several police cars as a distraction. Scarlet admitted, it wouldn't be that bad. Less cops would walk through the floor which means the chance of getting caught was lower.

She became a little nervous as nothing really seemed to happen. There was no screaming, no guards that started to run, no bombs that were exploding. Not even Jerome was saying a word which was a little concerning - so she pressed a number and started to speak to Sionis' friend.

"Scarlet here, everything's alright?" Just the thought of something that might not work, was giving her chills. It wasn't fear she felt, it was nervousness and edginess. Somehow she could tell, something would work wrong - her feelings told her so. She just couldn't tell what. Was it the bombs? Or Dobkins who shitted in the bed? Or even Sionis' friend? She wasn't sure.

"Yes. Bombs are placed on cars and foreyard. The crucial shaft to escape is in a cell near the rec room. I'll lead you there as quickly as possible." A dark raspy voice resonated through the device.

"Are there any signs of shift changing already?"

"Most of the cops started collecting their shit together. Otherwise nothing in particular, yet."

"Alright." Scarlet released the button,still holding the walkie-talkie in her hand. Everything seemed fine so far. No complications, no changes. The chances were high we could escape today, she thought.

She stood up, making her way to the door to take a look out of its little window. There was no cop on the floor, everything was quiet and empty. Just the light was flashing a little. Not even the other inmates were screaming or making other kinds of noises.

She was honest with herself, she was curious where all the guards were, so she slightly pressed her ear against the cold metal door. No sounds either.

The cops had to be downstairs still, she thought, now would be a great time to escape. No struggle with the cops so we could easily escape through the shaft. The only risk we had were the cops we might meet outside the asylum.

"See you tomorrow, guys! Tell Gemma congrats with the baby!" She suddenly heard a guard who was about to leave.

"Thank you! Ask Gina to make us some peach pie! Her pie is gorgeous!" Another guard said, chuckling.

"Why don't you marry Gina to get your pie every day?" All the guards chuckled.

"Nice try, Louis! See ya!" I heard a door shut and some guards finally left. Interesting what they're talking about while working.

"Gina must be a good cook if she gets orders for her peach pie." Scarlet flinched and almost dropped the walkie-talkie. Jerome scared her away with his sudden comment, it came so unexpected. She was firmly in trance when she heard the guards speak.

"Fuck, Jerome!" Scarlet hissed in anger, flinching, almost letting her walkie talkie fall. She hated it when someone terrified her like that. She felt how her pulse was running now, she needed to take some deep breaths to calm down "You scare me again and I cut your head off! What do you want?!"

"Just missed your pretty voice, doll" She could feel his grin through the walkie talkie. He was happy to have an opportunity to talk to his lady. Even though she was pissed off, he totally enjoyed hearing her voice.

"We don't have time for stupid small talk" Scarlet looked through the door's spy again to watch the guards. They just walked the last meters along the floor to the exit. One of them was

"We have all the time we need, relax a little. We're just in time." Jerome assured her "Hey, I got an idea how to torture your brother when we're out! You gonna lo-..."

"How about we both shut up for a few minutes and focus on the plan?" Scarlet hissed and kept looking through the spy. She was a little bitch when she was stressed - oh, she knew that. But she had a reason why: The plan was the highest priority. So all she did was focus on her work - she literally zoned out. She couldn't think of something else.

"And people say I'm inhibited..." Jerome shouldn't have said that. This comment made her mad. She was stressed already and with that, Jerome was just increasing her stress level.

"At least I didn't get caught after my first kill, asshole!" In fury and madness, Scarlet threw the walkie talkie away from her. She hated Jerome for that moment. How could he be so annoying? Didn't he understand the gravity of the situation? Wasn't he worried that anything could fizzle? How could he be so self assured that everything would work perfectly?

"Alright, guys, I'll leave work for the day! Just gonna check whether everyone's locked!" Sionis' friend chuckled - he was a corrupt cop, who mostly worked at police stations. This time though, he was here in Arkham.

"No! Dave can do that!" I heard someone yell "Go home!"

"It's okay guys. I'm on my way already!" Sionis' friend started walking upstairs to our floor.

Scarlet heard him strolling over to us while whistling. He pretended nothing bad happened, as if a normal guard would do his walk - and so he also gave some annoying comments like 'hey you freaks! You're still awake?' or 'I wonder how it is being stuck in a little cell like a stupid dog'. Well done, Scarlet thought, he indeed did a good job as a guard. He said it so loud that the other guards heard it and started to laugh. They shouldn't become aware of him helping the inmates to escape. He would lose his job as he couldn't help Sionis anymore - which meant he couldn't help Scarlet as well.

Sionis' friend then silently opened Dobkins cell door right before he tiptoed out of it. Dobkins trembled whimpering and nibbled on his finger nails. His torso moved extremely uneven which showed he was nervous and probably his voices tried to force him to do stuff he didn't want.

Sionis' friend turned to Dobkins whispering to him that he should make noises and run around, insult the cops, destroy any kind of devices - then he gave him a little gun - then he told him even to shoot at cops to get his attention. He also warned him never to run in circles, just to run upstairs and downstairs in another block to escape. He also gave Dobkins a little walkie talkie and told him to start screaming when he told him to do. He said at first, he needed to walk away further so that no one could make any assumptions of him helping all of us to escape.

Dobkins stared at Sionis' friend confused as if he wondered: What does that prick want from me? I shoot at cops? I scream at them?

But then Dobkins crazy look turned into a weird smile and he nodded fast - he got it. He loved this idea. He'd love to shoot at cops. He didn't even think about all the consequences, that he'd eventually die or that he wouldn't be able to escape with the others. He just wanted to kill them all.

Then Sionis' friend unlocked all the other doors, such as Jerome's, Sionis' and Scarlet's, before he disappeared completely.

It's been quiet ever since. No one said a word, no one moved, it was like everyone even stopped breathing - we all were thunderstruck.

Scarlet pulse was running, the sweat already dropped down my forehead, and her actual slowly breathing echoed through my cell.

Pins and needles covered all over her skin, adrenaline rushed through her veins. She was so excited to break free, she couldn't wait a second to finally escape.

Suddenly Dobkins ran out of his cell, screaming and laughing and making weird movements with his arms. He ran across the floor, at first downstairs to get the guards' full attention. You heard them scream to run after Dobkins and try to catch him.

Right after he disappeared behind the corner, Jerome, Sionis and I smashed our doors open and got out.

"Time has come, let's hope the plan works." Sionis pant loading his gun while giving Jerome and me a stern look. They simply nodded.

"The detonator?" Scarlet asked, grabbing the guns Sionis gave her. She hid one in her shoe, two others in her trousers and her bra.

"I got it." Jerome grabbed it from his pocket and moved his hand as emphasis "Just need to press the red button and all the cars shoot in the air."

"You are able to wait and follow commands?." Sionis scoffed at the questioning. He couldn't believe that. Jerome would never ever follow any command. He couldn't. He sees himself as 'the boss' so no one was a higher authority than him.

"I don't need to follow commands. I can predict what's gonna happen now. First of all, Dobkins screams any insane nonsense while running." Jerome said. Within a second, you heard Dobkins running through the halls and screaming stuff like 'we're free! You can't get me!'

"That's nothing. I could have predicted this, too. Dobkins is quite obvious in his actions" Scarlet nodded her eyes in annoyance. She knew Dobkins inside out already - and she was the little chap in the group. It was because Dobkins was too obvious. He always screamed, talked nonsense, he was mostly absent through his voices, and he loved to kill people.

"Hush doll," Jerome covered my mouth with his hand. "Here comes the most exciting part! The cops get him through besieging him from all sides. His little pals aren't very amused about that."

And in this moment you heard the guards scream 'Guys get him! Along the floor! He can't escape if you hurry up!'. That all was followed by grunting and panting, crazy laughter and screams - then something banged on the ground. Like Jerome predicted: the guards got him now. You heard Dobkins yelling something unclearly, the guards just laughed about Dobkins' failed try to escape.

It was unbelievable, Scarlet thought, how did he do that? How could he predict something like that on point? She was fascinated and surprised by Jerome - even more than before. She didn't regret collaborating with him at all. She even started to love it.

"And since they're now celebrating their triumph and forget about anything else.... The bombs explode...," He waited a few seconds, Sionis and Scarlet already covered our ears since they knew exploding bombs were extremely loud "Now!"

As Jerome pressed the button though, nothing happened. He pressed the button over and over again in confusion - still nothing. Why is it not working?, he thought, everything was calculated correctly! I never made mistakes! He became furious. The problem was, no one had a plan B. They all just focused on plan A - and especially now, they had no time to figure out a band-aid. They had to improvise anyhow in the hope it will work.

"I thought your friend knows how to build bombs!" Jerome was giving Sionis a death stare "...everything you need to do on your own..." Jerome cursed, shaking his head.

"Guess your little friend just pretended to be your friend," Scarlet muttered pissed "There you can see, never trust a fucking cop!"

"Instead of nagging at me like little bitches we should figure out a band-aid!" Sionis yelled in anger. He couldn't understand why his friend disappointed him that much. Did he really do that on purpose? Or did it happen by accident? He wasn't sure. Maybe his friend switched sides? Maybe he wasn't as loyal asSionis always thought?

Before any of them could give an answer, they heard the cops running upstairs - they knew it. They knew Jerome, Scarlet and Sionis tried to escape. 'Faster!' Some of the cops yelled as they were about to run upstairs.

Scarlet's pulse was running, her adrenaline rushed through her blood and veins. Sweat was dripping down her forehead, her palms were sweaty and cold while the rest of her skin was quite warm.

That's what she hated most: figuring out a quick plan spontaneously. This situation pressured her so much that even if she had an idea, she knew it wouldn't work even though nothing was well-prepared.

"Great idea, Sionis! We haven't thought of it ourselves!" Jerome muttered sarcastically.

"You know what?! Fuck off! Ima shoot that bastard and his friends now because I don't wanna wait for them like a stupid whore on a sidewalk!" Scarlet quickly loaded her guns and jogged to the cops' direction. This reaction was like a kickback - it usually happened when she was overwhelmed with situations. It wasn't planned, it wasn't well-conceived. She just saw it as a last opportunity to escape anyhow.

"Hello you little motherfuckers!!" Scarlet yelled through the floor laughing and hammered against the wall to get as much attention as possible "I've heard you caught Dobkins?! How about you try it with Sionis, Jerome and me?!" Shelaughed "It's like a little level-up! It's just...there's no guarantee any of you will survive!"

The guards came closer, their steps became louder. They yelled loud bringing themselves into positions and called for more back-ups.

"What about we play a little game? One head, one shot?"

"I like that game, it sounds a lot of fun." Jerome mumbled for himself with a smirk. He loved that side of Scarlet. It was so bloodthirsty, so cruel and so chaotic - perfect for him.

"Oh, it is Jerome," Scarlet glanced at him, still smirking. "It's even more adventurous when guards use their weapons as well!"

"There's no reasonable chance you can win!" I suddenly heard Sionis' bastard of a friend yelled at them, as they arrived, pointing all their guns at them "You're just three little scumbags in comparison to us!"

"Scumbags you say?" Jerome suddenly uttered with his usual dark grin "What about the biggest scumbag stops hiding and crawls out of his little hole?"

"Shut up Jerome!" Sionis hissed though he apparently smelled the danger in this situation. He respected the guards apparently since they knew everything about them and our usual plan now.

"What's that for a cop, huh? First dealing with serial killers like Sionis, Scarlett or me...handing us arms and blueprints and now you're too afraid of the law that you hide behind your good cop scam."

While Jerome kept talking to the guards, Scarlet took the opportunity to take some steps downstairs to have a better view over the cops. She tried to be hidden still. She didn't want them to point all the guns at her.

She faced Sionis' friend and pointed with the gun at his head. This bastard had to die, she thought, no one needed a snitch.

"One thing that aroused my interest, my fella," Jerome started "How is life as a ja-..."

She shot his head. His now dead body immediately collapsed on the ground like a jack knife and fell down a few stairs.

Everybody flinched either in surprise or shock.

Guards cursed, yelled his name not believing he got shot, others loaded their guns looking for me and some started to shoot as well.

"100 points for Scarlett Patel!" Scarlet cheered laughing "Straight in the face!"

"Good shoot, doll!" Jerome applauded "My turn now!" But before this could happen the cops started shooting at us running upstairs.

Immediately, Sionis, Jerome and Scarlet started running through the halls. They had no clue where to run. They just knew they had to run away from the cops and hoped not to get shot.

They ran downstairs to some other halls in the hole they were near the exit - they had no clue they were not.

The guards kept running, you could hear them panting, grunting and yelling - then they started to shoot again. Some bullets hit the walls, others hit the grids from the cells - and one bullet hit Scarlet's stomach.

"Fuck!" Scarlet cursed stumbling over my now bleeding leg and fell on the ground.

Blood was spread across her clothings and the ground - it wouldn't stop. The blood was floating like a river - the cop probably hit an organ or some veins.

The pain was gruesome she felt. Her leg felt numb through the pain shot down from her stomach and increased in my upper leg - that cop hit a nerve. Breathing became harder, Scarlet somehow felt poorly probably caused by the pain as well.

Though there was no time to care about the wounds,she thought, so she stood up fast and continued running. Running was horrible. After a few steps already, her leg became numb again and she stumbled. The pain worsened as well, it was unbearable. She couldn't run anymore even though she wanted to. She didn't want to be the reason why they failed to escape. She didn't want to be the loser that felt guilty in the end.

"You're too slow doll," Jerome suddenly grabbed her waist and carried her through the floor while running.

His arms were tighy wrapped around her body like a mother who was protecting her child from danger. Scarlet's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist to take a stable position. One of her arms was also wrapped around his neck as well getting a good hold.

Shewas astonished about his strength and endurance. He had no problems with running, he didn't even gasped for air. He was like a competitive sportsman at a marathon.

Scarlet was now turned to the guards that she had the best view to shoot at the guards. She loaded her guns and started to shoot - she killed a few cops. Some headshots, some were shit in the torso, some in the stomach, as well. This was the vengeance for shooting at her, Scarlet thought.

"We need reinforcement! They're on the 4th floor!" I saw a guard yelling through a walkie talkie. At this moment, Scarlet wanted to shoot at him but the munition was empty. Fuck, she thought and threw the empty gun at them.

"Sionis! Gimme your gun!" She yelled at him reaching her hand out to him.

"No munition!" His answer annoyed her. They wouldn't accomplish to escape, she thought, now it was impossible.

Suddenly Jerome stopped running instantly that Scarlet almost fell out of his arms.

She turned around giving him a questioning look at first but then she saw the guards' so called reinforcement. Something about 12 guards and a Chinese baldy in a gown. He gave all of them a mischievous grin signalizing Scaret he had something in mind. He looked like a professor. Maybe he was experimenting something? Maybe he had plans with them? Scarlet wasn't sure about him. She didn't trust him.

"Who's that little goblin?" Jerome frowned "You went astray to your little wonderland?"

"I've heard about your interesting charm already, Jerome, I'm Hugo Strange, the asylum's manager" The baldy chuckled walking a few steps towards us, then he glanced at me "Mrs.Patel, you should go see one of our doctors. They must stop the bleeding and fix your wounds."

"Don't worry about me baldy. I'll be fine" Scarlet smirked trying to avoid the pain "So what now? You got us! You wanna shoot at us? Torture us? Doing weird experiments with us?"

"We'll discuss that if your health conditions are better," Hugo Strange behold his clock on his wrist "Due to the current time, you've lost a huge amount of blood. Your pale, almost white skin tells me your circulation is about to fall enormously." He turned to the guards "Call a doctor and prepare a room for the upcoming surgeries" Some guards just nodded and left us.

"Surgeries? No need doc, I'm feeling fantastic," Scarlet grinned, even though she felt horrible.

Feeling poorly worsened, her legs were shaky, and she even started to see blurred. At the same time, Shefelt hot and cold - pins and needles covered her skin while her sweat was dripping down her head.

Shelooked down to the ground suddenly seeing a huge puddle of blood - and it didn't stop dripping down her leg. She knew she was fucked. Since she even now lost the ability to hear on my left ear, Scarlet knew she was close to collaps, maybe even to die. In this moment, she didn't really paid attention to her current health conditions though, her will to prove anybody she was a strong person was way stronger - as said, she didn't want to be the loser in the group.

Trying to make a few steps, she immediately stumbled through her shot leg became numb completely. She lost the hold as she tried to load it with her weight. Jerome's arm's grabbed her under her armpits fast to give me a hold. One of his hands pressed on her stomach wound, her blood literally oozed through his fingers. He was worried about her, he was actually panicking. Seeing his doll like that was the worst he has ever seen. Will she die? She can't! She's not allowed to die!, he though, she has to survive! He has made plans together, what to do after they achieved to break free! He wondered why the guards took so long. The baldy told them to hurry up.

"You're okay, doll?" He softly slapped her cheek to get her attention - too late though, she passed out. Fury, despair and helplessness filled Jerome's body. He was about to lose his lady - eventually forever, and all that because of these bastards.

"I'm sure the doctor will arrive very soon" Hugo Strange assured Jerome with a smile. He knew what all that caused in Jerome. He was fascinated to see this. Never has he ever experienced that an inmate felt such a passion for another.

"Oh, I'll hope so for you" Jerome hissed in madness and anger, digging his nails in Scarlet's flesh "If my doll dies right before the doc arrives, you'll wish you're dead before I can get you"

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