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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Morg3n | Yandere Android

Inspired by none other than Meg3n

“Emile (Y/n), meet Morg3n. Your new playmate and helpful companion!”

“Hi there, Emile, (Y/n)!”

You let Emile hide behind your knees as the red-headed android pulled his lips in a simulated smile. Tilting your head in tandem with the robot you didn’t bother voicing your feelings and instead sent a look to the beaming engineer in question.

“Alright, I know what your thinking but Morg3n is our attempt at a better and less…violent rendition of the failure Funki attempted to release.”

Taking a stab at the rival company, Huey flipped his lengthy hair. Smiling with pride he pushed the android to come closer gesturing to Emille who was set on squeezing your knees and rubbing his face into the back of your thigh. You patted his braided hair, looking back at him to see his pensive face.

“Uhm does Emile have to…pair with…uh Morg3n?”

Huey’s smile drooped reading the hesitation in your voice before waving his hands in front of you.

“W-well don’t you go thinking it will be like that other one! No no Morg3n here is going to pair with both you two and the parents. So there will be no problem taking orders if you even have to give them out. Soo Emile, why don’t you pair up with your new best friend?”

The engineer tried again bending to his knees to try and meet the child’s eyes. When his attempt came up with no results, he sent pleading eyes to you. Shaking your head you turn to Emile who looked up to you as you made your stand.

“Alright Alright fine. I’ll go first. You can watch me do it first okay bunny?”

Emile gave a hesitant nod reluctantly releasing you to bend toward Morg3n who held his hand out to you. Placing your left index finger on the pad of its his hand, you waited as a soothing chime rang from the android’s system.

“Good morning (Y/n) (L/n)! I look forward to being of service!”

“Uh, morning?”

Huey stifled a squeal, “Now that you’re paired Morg3n can watch over your vitals and contact you should anything happen.”

You attempted to pull your finger away only to find that the synthetic hand was lightly wrapped around it. When you hurriedly pulled away standing at full height to see the android’s smile widen and its eyes closed.

“Thanks for the welcome, (Y/n).”

You slowly nodded, turning to Emile with a faux confident smile. Urging him to inch toward the android’s outstretched left hand. Like a frightful rabbit, the boy reaches his hand out to the android slowly stretching a single finger from his closed fist. Immediately after the chime, he pulled away returning to the safety of your legs.

“Nice to meet you, Emile! Do you want to play with me?”

“...”

“I have some crayons if you want to color with me! It's the big kind with a sharpener!”

He looks up at you and you shrug with a smile.

“Go ahead Bun-bun, it's okay.”

It didn’t take long for Emile to open up to the android. Gasping at the coloring skills of the android he was back to his bubbly self hardly looking over to your seat in the room. Sitting on the pastel-colored bean bags with Huey you kept your conversation to whisper.

“I can’t believe he agreed to this.”

“What? Do you not trust my work?” Huey pretended to guffaw with a hand over his heart.

“It's not that Hue, it's just that the reputation with that software is far from good. And if he would’ve at least pretended to care–”

“(Y/n), I think you’re getting wayy too worked up about this whole thing.”

“‘Too worked up?!’ I am practically the only guardian this kid has! If he’s going to put him in danger at the very least he could show up every once in a while!”

“Its sounds to me like you’re overreacting.”

“It's not an overreaction to be concerned about your child’s safety.”

You and Huey reeled back at the android who was standing a couple of inches in front of both of you. Taking a shaky breath you, adjust your position to sit normally; Huey did the same albeit shakily.

“U-u-uh Morg3n? We hardly noticed you!”

The android didn’t react instead turning from Huey to you; letting an artificial smile take its face.

“Emile says he’s ready to go. He wants to celebrate my induction into the family.”

Peeking from around the android’s body at the table they had saddled together was Emile. Smiling to himself as he awkwardly organizes his and Morg3n’s colorings. In a messy pile, he runs over to you handing the papers to you as he excitedly made his plea.

“Can we go to that red and yellow place? The one we go to when we’re being sneaky? I want to show Morg3n the cool toys you can get! ”

He gave his best puppy dog face, hugging the robot alongside him. Puckering his bottom lip at you, you shook your head while looking at Huey.

“Well, I think some fries are a palpable celebration.”

He joined in, batting his eyes along with Emile as you put your hands over your face.

“Gosh, you guys are insufferable.”

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“Wow, I will never get used to the average life of the rich.”

Huey busied himself with checking out the lobby of the mansion, while you carried a sleeping Emile inside. Familiar with the position you were prepared to kick the door closed, stopping when Morg3n did it for you.

“Ah thanks, Morg3n.”

“My pleasure.”

The android matched your slower pace, arms holding the unfinished meals from their celebratory lunch. You hummed in approval appreciative of the help, attention pulled away by Huey’s distant yelling.

“Whoa! You have a hot tub!”

You wanted to yell at him ‘I don’t have anything’ but you didn’t want to wake Emile. Focusing on getting the kid to his bed you made your way to the elevator. Hearing a distant crash of pots and pans you groaned, realizing you couldn’t leave the engineer alone. With your hands full and feeling desperate, you looked to the android who was already looking up at you.

“Could you–”

“Direct him to the elevator, it’d be a pleasure.”

“Thanks.”

By the time you were finished prying Emile’s hands from your neck, Morg3n was waiting outside the bedroom with a quieted Huey in tow.

“Hey, glad you were able to join me…how did you know where we were?”

“Uh, Morg3n has a highly educated program for GPS and floor mapping. All it really needs is a simple scan of the property and voila!”

You hummed a little sending a look at the now closed door and the red-haired android. Thinking for a moment you gestured for the both of them to follow you making your way into one of the many guest rooms on the same floor.

“Huey you can shack up in this room for the time being.”

“Ahhh!”

“Yes yes, I know the princess–”

“The princess curtains on the bed!!”

Like a child, he sprinted past you to curl himself into the translucent fabric. Mumbling daydreamy nonsense as he fantasized to himself. You shook your head again taking up Huey’s abandoned engineering pack and leading Morg3n to Emile’s play area.

It was a modest space, compared to other children of similar status. There were some toys a single game system, and an easel surrounded by neatly placed paintbrushes and crayons. There was a small table with matching chairs, next to an outlet. With practiced ease, you set up the temporary charging station that resembled a child’s chair. “Well uh here you go Morg3n, Emile will probably come running first thing when he wakes up. So uh just charge up until then.”

“Sure thing (Y/n).”

“Uhm also Emile wanted to make sure you got your own blanket.”

The android tilted its head as you moved to the linen closet. Pulling out a crochet blanket that had a pastel green and orange pattern. You walked back to the seated android draping the cloth over its shoulders as you tucked it in. Barely caring about the amber olive eyes watching you with precision.

“I didn’t really know your name so I couldn’t prepare it in time but give me a day and I’ll easily knit your name in.”

“Thanks again, (Y/n).”

*Yawn* “Yeah yeah don’t worry about it! Now charge up while I get my own nap.”

With that, you walked out of the room flipping the light switch off and closing the door of the playroom. Leaving the android that had lowered its head to open its eyes as it flashed streams of blue code all the while timing the nap its primary users were making.

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“Come on then you two we have to make it to Morg3n’s appointment.”

“Morg3n! Let’s do one more lap, pleaaaassseee?”

“It’s best to ask (Y/n) first.”

Big brown eyes and frowning lips turned to you in his charming puppy dog face. You kirked your head to the side with raised eyebrows to which Emile beckoned Morg3n to mirror him. You sighed before smiling and throwing your shoulders up.

“Fine.”

“Yay! Let’s go!”

“But when I come back, I want shoes on!”

“Okayyy!”

“I will make sure of it, come on Emile.”

You shook your head carrying the basket of wet towels to the washer and dryer. On your way, you passed by the lounging Huey who was sunbathing with a tanning reflector. Kicking his chair, the engineer startled awake scanning around before spotting you disappearing into the depths of the estate.

“H-hey did’ya need sumthin’?”

You shouted without turning,” We’re leaving for the investment viewing in 20. Be ready. I’m not waiting for you.”

“Hey, I am the inventor aren’t I? How about a little respect?”

“Oh okay, Mister Inventor are you riding with us or taking a taxi?”

“Are you kidding?! I’m riding with you guys! How can I go back after discovering the wonders of a limo.”

You laughed as you turned to the hallway of your destination. As you loaded the machine you could only hope the meeting passed without incident.

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“What a glorious reinvention!”

“Hopefully with better software this time!”

“Shut up you this thing’s going to be the biggest thing the black market has ever seen!”

“And if we can guarantee it works as intended it’ll be more than just a glorified ipad.”

It sounded as though the investors were pleased by both demonstrations. You shifted your feet and adjusted your suit, feeling stuffy in your professional wardrobe. You kept your eyes trained on Emile and Morg3n watching as they played as usual, occasionally flicking to the former father. Who was rubbing at his bearded chin as he watched his son or more likely the android. A pit was forming in your stomach as you could visualize the gears turning in his head.

It wasn’t long before the investors had trickled out, off to their complimentary brunch leaving you, Huey, and Emile’s father to enter the testing room. Looking up from his building blocks Emile stumbled crashing into his father’s suited legs.

“Dad! I’m so happy to see you! I really really wanted you to meet–”

“Morg3n.”

The android stood upright, glassy eyes trained on the man.

“Yes sir.”

“Who are your primary users?”

“Dirk Filler, (Y/n) (L/n), and Emille Filler.”

He chuckled in disbelief, “Nice.”

Emile visibly deflated as he stepped out of the way to watch his father inspect and prod at the android. Your heart ached at the way Emile tried to mask his pain, letting his arm swipe at his eyelids. Walking over to him you rubbed at his shoulder, a silent show of support to his pain. In response, his hand moved to hold onto yours.

“This is spectacular! The polymer skin type you’ve used makes for such a realistic look.”

“Thank you, sir!”

The two continued to converse; with Dirk gushing over Huey’s decisions. Both are completely oblivious to the tension. Fed up with it you turned to leave with Emile stopping when Dirk jokingly called out to you without turning from Morg3n.

“Off so soon? Wouldn’t you like to be included in one of the greatest achievements in history?”

“Forgive me if I’m wrong this has been done before has it not?”

Huey flashed you a look of horror while Dirk let out a belly laugh finally turning around.

“So fiery today! What, haven’t had your fill of coffee this morning?”

“I’m actually more peeved that you haven’t greeted your son for the entirety of this meeting.”

“Oh is that all?” He sent a mocking wave directed at Emile before putting his hands up.

“There happy now?”

“No. You know what I meant.”

“You are impossible to please.”

“I’m not the one who’s impossible. Now if you’ll excuse us.”

You picked up Emile who was already wetting your shoulder with tears as you made your way out of the room.

“Come on Morg3n.”

Already trotting past Huey and Dirk was the android. You continued to walk out already hearing the tapping and mechanical whirring of Morg3n on his way. Dirk laughed again slapping his thigh before shouting out.

“Ha think about it (Y/n) pretty soon that little bots going to be able to do your job without the nagging.”

Morg3n’s whirring stopped and so had his footsteps as he turned to face the man. You stopped turning to hear Mog3n’s automated voice.

“That’s not possible. Human children require a healthy and emotionally intelligent guardian to raise them. Even if that person is not the original parent or working on their own.”

Morg3n wasted no time continuing to walk to your side leaving Dirk and Huey in stunned silence. You hid a smile behind Emile’s head as you began to walk again. While Morg3n’s voice was monotone the sass was there and everyone understood it.

“Thanks, Morg3n.”

“No problem, (Y/n).”

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It is the dead of night. All subjects in the estate were fast asleep. Save for the engineer who was staring down his creation.

Posted in the darkest corner of the room was Morg3n watching both his primary users slumbering within (Y/n)’s designated bed. With no illumination but Morg3n’s own glassy green eyes; Huey would have missed him otherwise.

Unable to find sleep, the engineer could only find solace in the programmed behavior of his creation—specifically the need to charge. Only to find that the android’s charging station was vacant.

It scared him.

And if it scared him he knew he’d best tell you. The one friend who seemed to have a sense beyond the common kind. Like a savior, he relied on you often so it’d behoove him to inform you of such disturbing blips in the android’s system.

But looking into the unmoving eyes of the android, he had a sneaking premonition that he shouldn’t reveal the mechanical threat standing guard in your room.

“Rghh Hue? What’dya want?”

“Uh…water…I don’t know how to use y-your fancy fridge.”

You groaned, patting half-asleep Emile before creeping out of bed. He was slow to follow watching how those glowing eyes trained on him as he followed you out of the room. Somehow feeling safer as he walked further away from the room with you as the lead. He didn’t bother watching the door to your room creep open further, instead rushing to your side as you led him to the kitchen.

Perhaps there were still a few bugs from the original model.

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malusokay · 2 years

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Light and Dark Feminine energy

If you've been on the internet in the past month or so, you've probably come across the terms light and dark femininity. You asked for it so let's talk about it! <3

Feminine energy is about behaviour but also about how you present yourself. While we all have both energies, most people have one that's more dominant than the other. I'm going to list some traits of both, so you get a general idea.

Light feminine energy:

Angelic

Forgiving

gentle

Compassionate

Intuitive

Dark feminine energy:

Seductive

Magnetic

Passionate

Powerful

Mysterious

Divine feminine energy:

Okay, so what's divine femininity? As stated above, most people have one dominant energy; this does not apply to everyone!! You have to view femininity as a spectrum, divine femininity is the perfect balance between both light and dark energy.

Creative

sensual

communicative

wise

accepting

Masculine energy

To get in touch with your feminine energy, you first need to let go of the masculine energy. In today's age, masculine energy is praised, spending most of our time working hard, chasing things, avoiding emotions, and fixating on accomplishments.

But Malu, what's the point of all of this?? Let me tell you, being in touch with whatever feminine energy works best for you will help you become the best version of yourself, feel more confident, and manifest quicker. However, getting in touch with your feminine energy is a longer prosses; you have to get to know yourself better, visualize your goals and the person you want to become and work towards that.

Signs that your NOT in touch with your feminine energy:

You are insecure

You chase validation from others

You have no set boundaries

You avoided strong emotions

You constantly try to please others

You are bad at making decisions

The beauty of femininity:

The beauty of this all is that it can be expressed in many different ways. You can decide who you want to be; soft, kind, loving but also strong, seductive and confident. Celebrating femininity and working on your energy can give you purpose and strength to reach whatever goal you have set for yourself.

In my next post, we will discuss HOW to get in touch with your feminine energy so stay tuned for that <3

As always, feel free to add something positive in the comments, but if you don't have anything nice to say, please keep it to yourself. I hope you have a beautiful day! :)

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

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ash-says · 2 months

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I think your page speaks volumes about the way you’ve perceived and endured life and I’m sorry you haven’t had the time or opportunity to soak up the good things that are all around you, I hope you develop skills that allow your success to be built off of things that are good and pure and not cheap manipulation tactics and lies

Devil may care: A guide on being unbothered.

Okay, and??

Sweetheart, I really appreciate your unwanted sympathies and illusionary sensitivity directed towards me. In our culture when someone is being sweet, kind and helpful (even if fake) we make sure that we pay them back with something valuable. Here's a small guide curated for you that will help you in being self secure so you won't feel threatened by other people's success and opinions.

1) Have a life:

Nothing screams idle to me more than this. Like you have time to be offended by someone's post and comments which you might just scroll by and ignore?? On top of that going above and beyond to let that person know. Okay, Sushma. Now log off and do the pending coursework.

2) Build genuine confidence:

Ladies, fake it till you make it can only go this far. You have to work on your underlying issues and address them. If you don't you are susceptible to triggering even by a mere stranger. Confident people don't need to go above and beyond to prove other people. They embody it.

3) Self awareness:

It's tiring to explain this. Just Google it at this point. This word is thrown like a football everywhere. You know it. Do the homework.

4) Practice self compassion and boundaries:

Negative feedback is part and parcel of life. Accept it, analyse and if it applies adopt or otherwise ignore. Boundaries are important to understand the difference between constructive criticism and disrespect.

If disrespected don't be afraid to put a bitch in place. Until then shut your mouth and concentrate on your goals.

5) Opinions are subjective:

Everyone has their own life experiences and opinions are formed based on those. Your Roman Empire might be different from your friends but does it mean it's invalid? No. Develop empathy and open-mindedness. Not everyone has the same views. It's okay.

6) Develop a thick skin:

You can't survive in this world if you are triggered by the tiniest of things. You have to be comfortable in being painted both as a hero and as a villain. Don't let others opinion get to your head. Owe to yourself that I will stand in my truth thou glory or disgrace.

7) Reflect a rbf stance:

When someone tries to belittle you, try to put you down, talk shit about you. Your body language should be cold and reserved with a rbf that screams intimidation but all you are going to say is Okay, and??

8) Master Sarcasm:

I have said this before and I will say it again. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Sarcasm is the ice in it. Ladies learn sarcasm. It's the one way ticket to put people in their place in a humorous way.

9) Be classy. Be polite. BE UNTOUCHABLE.

Who do you think will be named as the crazy one? The one who is screaming and belittling someone or the one who is still being polite but discreetly showing the person where they belong. Never resort to screaming and shouting. That's dumb. Second never go out of your way to prove how you are relevant. Take it or leave it mentality.

10) Seek professional help:

Even after all of this you are not able to practice being unbothered. I think a therapist is the best solution for you.

P.S. :Ladies, this is what I mean when I say leverage the fuck out of your connections and opportunities. This is how you turn a negative into a positive.

Plus I am petty enough to not let this disrespect slide but thought it would be a good content idea for my posts, isn't it??

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 8 months

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Note: this happened when I started to write at 1 in the morning to see if anything would come out. eh, happy spooky season?

Warnings: bickering, lots of eye rolls and sighs, some fluff, some suggestive stuff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You started a new job in October and were tasked to plan a Halloween party at the office with Sihtric, your colleague, who was a control freak and Halloween fanatic.

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'I didn't mean to call you ugly, indirectly.'

'And because you're new here,' your boss, Uhtred, said with a grin on his face, 'you'll be planning our office Halloween party with Sihtric this year.'

'Oh,' you blinked, 'o-okay.'

And with those words, your first week at your new office job had come to an end, and you weren't sure how you felt. You loved the job, it was perfect for you, sitting behind a desk all day and answering emails about insurances the company you worked for offered. Your colleagues were all nice, for the most part. You just weren't sure about Sihtric, who sat at the desk across from you. He would roll his eyes or let out an annoyed sigh each time you asked him for some help. You were new at the job, afterall, and everyone was kind to help, except for the annoyingly hot Dane. And to make it worse, you now had to spend hours with him to plan a Halloween party all of the sudden. And you hated Halloween.

Still trying to process the idea of your new job as party planner, you grabbed your bag and walked up to the elevator. There, you nearly walked into Sihtric, who was waiting for the elevator already, as you walked around the corner.

'Oh, hey,' you said awkwardly, 'so, eh, Uhtred just told me I am to plan the Halloween party with you.'

'What?' Sihtric snapped his face towards you, stared at you, and then groaned, 'no.'

'No?'

'No.'

You stared at Sihtric, with his handsome, scarred face, his well-kept goatee and his long, wild hair. His mismatched eyes stared down at you, his jaw clenched and his lips pursed.

'No,' he said again as the elevator arrived, and he stepped inside.

'I'm sorry,' you scoffed and quickly followed, 'what do you mean, no?'

'I mean no,' Sihtric said sternly, 'you're not used to being told no, are you, little girl?'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed again.

A few days ago you found out Sihtric had a problem with you because you got your job through Finan, a mutual friend it turned out, who had put in a good word for you with Uhtred. While Sihtric had fought his way into the company years ago, and constantly had to prove himself until last year, when he finally got a permanent contract. A contract which you had gotten right away because of your experience in the insurance business. Sihtric was bitter about that. He simply hated people who fucked, or used someone else, to get to a good job position with a nice pay. And Sihtric felt you had done the latter, using Finan to get you inside the company. But Sihtric didn't know that Finan had suggested he'd put in a word for you on his own. You never asked anything from anyone, and you had also worked really hard to get where you are today.

You had a bad impression of Sihtric, and Sihtric had a completely wrong view of you. And since he already disliked you, he was not interested in getting to know you better, and he made no attempt to hide that. Beside the contract issue, you were both total opposites, mindwise and stylewise. You always dressed colourful and were bubbly, while Sihtric was always dressed in dark clothes and was rather quiet. You were a bit messy and all over the place, whereas Sihtric was a control freak and got upset when someone took something from his desk without asking. In conclusion: you just didn't vibe.

'You heard me,' Sihtric said, and raked his tattooed fingers through his hair.

'Look, it's not like I'm excited about this either,' you crossed your arms, 'I think we share the mutual feeling of not liking each other.'

'So it seems,' he mumbled.

You huffed when the elevator doors opened again, 'And I fucking hate Halloween too,' you said as you made an attempted to walk out.

'What?' Sihtric nearly yelled, and he quickly pressed the button to close the doors again, locking you in the small space with him.

'What the fuck?' you turned to face him, heated.

'You hate Halloween?' Sihtric asked, disgust on his face as he looked you up and down.

'Yeah, it's stupid. I'm a Christmas person,' you threw your hands up, 'who cares? God, I just want to go home and forget about this for the day.'

You pressed the button to open the doors, and Sihtric was quick to close them again.

'No, no, no,' he said, 'this is a problem.'

'What?'

'First of all, I always plan this party on my own. Alone,' he said, 'I like to be in control, okay? Second of all, now that we are apparently doomed to work together, you tell me you hate Halloween? This is just unbelievable. I thought you couldn't possibly get worse.''

'Well, you better believe it!' you hissed, and opened the doors again.

You finally got out of the elevator and stormed into the parking garage, and Sihtric followed.

'I take this very seriously!' he snarled, 'you will not mess with my plans!'

'I have no intention of messing with your plans, Sihtric,' you scowled.

'Lady,' Sihtric sighed, and grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, 'next monday, after work, meet me in the lunchroom at five, because the planning starts then. You better be there and bring your Halloween spirit.'

'Fine,' you shrugged, broke free from his grip and walked to your car.

'Bring that Halloween spirit!' Sihtric yelled after you, then sighed, annoyed, and walked to his car, 'witch,' he mumbled as he got in.

'Himbo,' you muttered as you drove towards him, and you both flashed each other a fake smile in passing.

Monday, 5pm.

You found Sihtric in the lunchroom after work with his laptop open. His phone, a notebook and a pencil next to it. You mumbled an awkward hello and Sihtric reluctantly returned the greeting.

'Okay,' he said and leaned back in his chair, 'every year we have a theme. So that's the first thing we have to come up with.'

'Okay,' you pretended to be interested, 'zombie theme?'

'Nah, did that a few years ago already.'

'Vampires?'

'Done that last year.'

'Unicorns?' you already gave up.

Sihtric smacked his lips, 'It's a Halloween party, princess. We want scary, not cutesy.'

'Well, if you show up I'm sure it'll be scary enough,' you rolled your eyes.

'If I were you, I'd wear a mask,' Sihtric snapped back, 'so people won't run away screaming and crying.'

You gasped, offended, and were actually so shocked at what he just said that you had no comeback.

'Jesus,' you scoffed, 'you must be a real hit with the ladies with that rude mouth of yours.'

'Can't complain,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, 'maybe you should get a man to treat you well some time, you might become more fun to be around.'

'Okay, that's it,' you said and got up, 'I'm not working with a douchebag like you. I'm done.'

'Oh, come on,' Sihtric said, then sighed as you walked to the door, 'okay, I'm sorry,' he said quickly, knowing it would make him look bad if you went to Uhtred to say you wanted out of the party planning because of his remark.

'You don't even mean that,' you side-eyed him and his half assed apology.

'Maybe,' he shrugged, 'look, we have to do this together whether we like it or not, okay? Just sit back down.'

You knew Sihtric was right. It was only your second week at the new office, you couldn't just storm out like that, it would make you look bad. And so you sat down at the large table again.

'And come here,' Sihtric said, annoyed, pointing to the empty chair next to him, 'it's easier if we can both see my screen when we search for decorations.'

While you cursed internally, you sat down next to him. Sihtric scooted his chair closer to you, along with his laptop, and you got a sudden whiff of his pleasant cologne. At the same time you took in his scent, you looked at him, and he looked at you, eyes lingering on each other for a moment too long.

'I didn't mean to call you ugly, indirectly,' he said as he looked back at his screen, 'sorry,' he mumbled.

'Thanks,' you mumbled too, 'I also didn't mean to.'

You looked at each other again and a faint smile tugged at both your lips, but you both refused to let the other see it, so you both looked at his screen again. Sihtric cleared his throat and told you to write down whatever cool ideas you saw as he scrolled through an endless list of Halloween themes. The research went quite okay, for an hour, but then you became hungry… and irritated at the fact that you were hungry.

'How much longer do you plan on staying here?' you asked and sat back.

'Oh, we're just getting started,' Sihtric said, and he tied his loose hair back in a bun, 'I often spend half a night here. Why?'

'What? Well, I'm… I'm hungry. It's dinner time basically.'

Sihtric looked at the time and realised he also felt rather hungry, he just hadn't noticed it yet as he was so focused on his research.

'We'll order something,' he said and grabbed his phone, 'what are you up for?'

'Order something?' you grimaced, 'no, I don't order food, sorry.'

'What?'

'What?' you frowned.

'What do you mean you don't order food?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'It means I always cook my own food, you know, healthy food.'

'Not all take-out is junk food,' Sihtric said, 'but you mean to tell me you never order a pizza or something? Or a kebab? Fries? Burgers? A fucking salad?'

'No, I like to prepare my own food,' you shrugged, 'and most of those places seem quite… shitty.'

'Hey,' Sihtric chuckled, 'the crappier the place, the better the food usually.'

'I doubt it,' you said with a disgusted look.

'Oh, come on. Loosen up a little, doll,' Sihtric nudged your shoulder, 'come order a pizza with me. Go wild for once,' he taunted with a grin.

'I don't like pizza.'

'You can't be serious right now.'

'I'm serious.'

'Okay, a kebab then?' Sihtric asked.

'Never had one,' you said, 'they don't look nice anyway.'

'Oh,' Sihtric laughed, 'I'm ordering you a kebab. Wait, no, actually,' he put his phone down, 'we're taking a break. Come,' he said and got up, putting on his leather jacket, 'I'm taking you to the best kebab place in town.'

'What? No,' you gave him a disapproving face, 'absolutely not.'

'Absolutely yes,' Sihtric said, 'come on.'

'Sihtric-'

'Nah-ah,' he hushed you, 'come, let's go, princess.'

You dragged your feet towards the elevator. Going out for a kebab? With Sihtric? This had to be a nightmare. Sure, the fact you hadn't bickered for about five minutes was a good sign, but you had no desire to spend more time with him than was necessary. Whereas Sihtric was simply curious to see how you were when you weren't at work. Yes, he also hoped he was riling you up, but he truly thought you were missing out on some good food. And some fun.

Apparently the best kebab place in town, according to Sihtric at least, was a place called Kebab Corner, and it was located two blocks away from your office. Sihtric ordered you a bun with extra garlic sauce, the same as he always ordered, and he ordered some fries as a side dish too, as well as a drink for you both.

'We're taking our food back to the office, right?' you asked as you waited in the small, warm food place.

'No, we're eating it here,' Sihtric smiled, 'you gotta have the full experience.'

You rolled your eyes and took off your coat with a sour face, taking a seat at an empty table in the corner. Sihtric did the same and sat across from you, then also took off his hoodie, under which he was wearing a black shirt that really showed off his biceps. You couldn't help but stare at his arms, as he placed his sweater on the chair next to him, and let his arm rest on the chair's backrest while he sat back and stared around the kebab shop.

'How did you get those scars?' you suddenly blurted out.

'Which ones?' Sihtric asked.

For a week now you had wondered how he got the scars on his face, and when you saw his arms had a few too, you had wondered out loud by accident.

'A-all of them?' you asked, suddenly feeling shy, 'sorry,' you said quickly, 'you don't have to answer that-'

'It's fine,' Sihtric said, then took a quick sip of his drink, 'the ones on my arms and back are from my father, he didn't like me very much. Those on my face are from my half-brother, he really took after my dad.'

'What? I…,' you stammered, 'I- oh my god, I-I'm sorry.'

'They're both dead,' Sihtric shrugged and fidgeted with his rings for a moment, until he saw your wide eyes. 'Don't worry,' he chuckled, 'I didn't kill them. Wish I did though.'

Before you could speak, your food was served. Sihtric wasted no time and devoured his kebab right away, while you inspected your bun with a disgusted face. Sihtric stared at you, his mouth stuffed with food, and he was clearly amused when you hesitantly took a small bite from your food.

'And?' he asked, while garlic sauce dripped down his chin.

'It's… better than I thought,' you confessed, to which Sihtric grinned, and you thought he looked like a savage caveman, with his mouth full of food as sauce covered his facial hair.

'Can you believe it? Something we both enjoy, who would've thought, huh?' he said as he finished his food and began to eat the fries.

'Why are you always so mean?' you hissed.

'I'm not mean.'

'Yes, you are. You always seem to treat me like I am some stuck up bitch. Just because I like to cook my own food, doesn't mean I'm a snob, or that I'm better than you. I'm not. And I also had to work hard and survive growing up. I had issues with my mother, she completely broke my confidence, and I still struggle with that,' you suddenly spilled, 'so, yeah, maybe sometimes I may come off as cold, but that's only a coping mechanism. And I never asked Finan to get me this job, you know. He did it on his own, because he knew I was perfect for it. I always took care of myself, because no one else did, so let me just have this one time where someone helped me out by getting me a job. You and I,' you said, 'we're maybe not that different, you know? Except that you really are a jerk.'

You then ate your kebab in silence while Sihtric didn't say anything, he just continued his fries and looked at you, with a soft gaze and a half smile. Maybe he was starting to like you after all, in a weird way.

Back at the office you both finally agreed on a theme. You suggested something from a movie, but when Sihtric asked you which movie, you shrugged and said you only watch Christmas movies. Sihtric made a face but then started to smile, and said he knew the perfect movie to use as a party theme; Nightmare Before Christmas.

The next afternoon Uhtred had sent you and Sihtric to go shopping for the decorations. You were not in the mood and just wanted to continue your work, as you were already annoyed that you'd be behind on your emails by tomorrow morning.

'Look at these!' Sihtric said with a beaming smile, pointing at a gigantic skeleton which could be placed in a garden.

'Ridiculous,' you mumbled and continued to look around.

Sihtric got on your nerves as he had to press every "try me" button to find out what sound something would make or what it would do in general. You thought he was being a manchild right now, but something inside you forced you to keep your eyes on him, because it was kind of adorable, in a stupid way. After nearly an hour, your shopping card was still empty. Because every time Sihtric showed you some decorations, you found something to complain about.

'Gods,' Sihtric huffed, 'do you even know how to have fun?'

'I beg your pardon?'

'You don't like anything,' he said, 'it's all too dark, too spooky, too gory, too childish,' he mocked your voice, 'what do you like?'

'I'd like to leave this awful place,' you grimaced at the gigantic fake spider Sihtric picked up, 'ew,' you said as he held it up to you.

'What? You don't like spiders?'

'I don't, put that thing down- No!' you suddenly screamed and started to run when Sihtric ran towards you with the fake spider, 'stop it!' you cried out while being chased.

'It's only a fake!' Sihtric laughed as he hunted you through the Halloween store.

'I don't want to touch it, it disgusts me!' you yelled, 'stop! Please!' you became out of breath.

And Sihtric only stopped because he was laughing too hard at your reaction. You gave him a disapproving look and disappeared into the Halloween outfit department, hoping to find the exit.

'What are you dressing up as?' Sihtric asked after he had followed you.

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'I didn't even want to go.'

'You have to.'

'I guess,' you sighed, 'maybe this?' you grabbed a Snow White dress off its hanger.

'Try it on,' Sihtric encouraged you.

'I don't know, I'll probably look stupid. I'm just not into this whole dressing up spooky thing.'

'I know,' he said, 'but it doesn't have to be spooky. Of course, spooky is fun, but there's nothing wrong with this dress either. Try it.'

Sihtric somehow persuaded you, and you had a blush on your cheeks when you looked in the mirror and realised you needed help to zip up the, rather sexy, princess dress.

'S-Sihtric,' you shyly called from inside the dressing room.

'What?'

'I… I need help to z-zip up the dress.'

'Oh,' he cleared his throat, 'eh, let me find an employee.'

'Okay,' you said and waited.

When Sihtric returned after a minute and told you he couldn't find anyone, you sighed.

'C-could you…'

'Eh, yeah, o- okay,' Sihtric chuckled and entered the dressing room when you gave permission.

He stared at you in the mirror as he stood behind you, his eyes were big and his lips slightly parted, while his gaze was soft. He smiled sweetly and then carefully zipped up the dress, letting his hands linger on your for a few seconds before he pulled away.

'There,' Sihtric said as his mouth had gone dry.

'Thank you,' you mumbled, 'is it… too slutty?' you asked, insecure at how much skin it revealed.

'No,' he chuckled softly, 'it's… you look pretty.'

'So I won't scare anyone off with my face?' you furrowed your brow as you turned to him.

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled and shook his head, 'you drive me insane, yet for some reason I enjoy it,' he said and licked his lips, then left the dressing room.

You were left speechless, with a smile tugging at your lips and a pleasant sting in your stomach. After you had managed to get out of the dress again, zipping it down was easier than zipping up somehow, you put it back where you had taken it from.

'Not buying it?' Sihtric asked as you made way to the store exit.

'No,' you said, and Sihtric sensed a hint of insecurity in your voice.

And you left the store without buying anything.

Back home, you received an email from Sihtric, late in the evening.

I ordered decorations online, whether you like them or not. You'll see them next week when we have to start decorating.

Ps. you should've bought that dress, princess.

The next day you were surprised to see Sihtric was not at work, but you didn't think much of it. When he didn't show up the next day either, you asked Finan if something was wrong. You were kind of worried, but you wouldn't tell anyone, instead you said you needed to speak to Sihtric because of the Halloween planning. Then Finan told you Sihtric struggled with a form of depression, situational depression, and it acts up out of nowhere and knocks him down for a few days in a row. Everyone at work was aware of it, so they always gave him time.

'Another nice treat his father left him,' Finan sighed and went back to work.

You felt bad and decided to email Sihtric when you were still in the office.

Hey, I heard you're not feeling too well. I wanted to let you know I took care of the food and drinks for the party. Anyway, I hope you're doing okay. Look after yourself and remember to eat. Did you eat anything today? In case you need anything, here's my number.

You closed the email with your number and pressed send. And about ten minutes later you received a text from an unknown number, which you quickly understood was Sihtric.

Sihtric: thanks for checking on me

Sihtric: and I didn't eat, no…

You: I'm almost off work, I could cook you some food?

You: actual healthy food, no kebab…..

Sihtric: i'd like that, could use some company I guess

About an hour later you entered Sihtric's apartment. It was cosy, but quite messy, and you hated the Halloween decoration he had up. And Sihtric looked like shit, yet still handsome, you thought. His face was pale, hair even messier than usual, and he looked like he hadn't slept in several days, while that was actually the only thing he had done.

'Thanks for coming,' he said, his voice a little raspy.

'No problem,' you said and looked around the kitchen, 'so, eh, I'll need your help to cut some veggies.'

You dragged Sihtric to the kitchen, knowing that if he'd help you out, he might feel a little better as he's doing something productive. You both didn't speak much as you prepared the food for an easy, quick and healthy oven dish. And while the dish was in the oven, you started to clean up the messy kitchen and a part of his living room.

'Please,' Sihtric said, 'you… you don't have to-'

'I insist,' you said, 'you'll feel better when your home is more tidy, trust me.'

Sihtric stared at you as he sat on the couch, desperately wanting to make you stop, or wanting to help you, but he couldn't. His mental health had him in a chokehold and he couldn't seem to fight it. He felt embarrassed, and worried you probably thought he was just lazy, or worse; just weird.

'Do you have someone who looks after you?' you suddenly asked.

'What?'

'Like… family, friends, a partner of some sorts?'

'Oh,' Sihtric shook his head lightly, 'not really. I'm quite... lonely. Girls leave when the depression kicks in. And I mean, yeah, some friends ask me how I'm doing but they don't come over, unless I ask, but… yeah, I don't know.'

'Asking for help is hard, huh?' you said mindlessly.

'Heh, yeah,' Sihtric said, and he suddenly choked up when he saw you fold his piled up laundry, and realised what he needed all this time.

He needs someone to look after him when times are rough, someone who stops by and offers help without him having to ask. Someone who seems to not judge him and knows what would truly help him to snap out of it again. Someone he enjoyed having around. Someone like… you? Sihtric cleared his throat as he walked over to you, as he wanted to thank you again but couldn't bring it out. And you looked up at him to find his teared up eyes staring at you.

'Sihtric?' you frowned lightly.

And hearing his name from your lips was all he needed to finally burst into tears.

'Oh, no,' you whispered and threw your arms around him.

'I'm sorry,' he sniffled.

'It's okay,' you said and squeezed him when he finally hugged you back, 'it will be okay, I promise. These days will pass.'

You held him for a few minutes until he composed himself again, just when he oven ringed. And then you ate in front of the tv, on his couch, and you actually even enjoyed being with him right now. Sihtric tried to keep his eyes off you, but struggled gravely, and only looked away quickly when you looked at him.

'Food okay?' you asked, 'I know it's not a kebab or whatever.'

'It's the best meal I've had in years,' Sihtric chuckled, 'thank you, really.'

'Don't mention it,' you smiled, and both finished your food in silence.

When you cleaned the dishes, Sihtric asked if you wanted to watch a movie or something. He didn't want you to leave yet, but he wouldn't admit that to you. You accepted his offer, as you wanted to make sure he was feeling a little better before you'd leave, but you didn't admit that either. And soon, you found yourself on his couch watching Paranormal Activity, which happened to be shown on tv.

'This is so dumb,' you complained, smiling.

'Oh, please,' Sihtric rolled his eyes with a smile, 'just admit it scares you.'

'Yeah, right,' you huffed, but scooted a little closer to him not much later.

Sihtric grabbed a blanket and invited you to join him under the warm fleece fabric. You accepted, as the movie actually did scare the shit out of you, and you felt oddly comfortable as your shoulders touched. But your own feelings scared you as much as that movie. There was no way you could actually start to like this guy. You were total opposites. There was just no way, you convinced yourself, while Sihtric was apparently trying to convince himself of the same. When the horror movie was finally over, Sihtric seemed in better spirits, and you left his house after he had showered and promised he'd text you if he needed anything. But you were the one to text him first later that night.

You: can't believe that stupid movie scared me, thanks a lot!

Sihtric: wuss ;)

You: very funny…

Then Sihtric called you.

'Are you okay?' he laughed.

'No, this is so embarrassing,' you sniffled on the phone, 'I've been in bed for an hour and I'm terrified to move.'

'Hey,' Sihtric said as he heard your soft sniffles, 'it was just a movie.'

'I'm just not good with those things- oh my god, what was that sound?' you suddenly gasped when you thought you heard something.

'Hey,' he said again, 'everything's fine. There's nothing there, okay?'

'Easy for you to say,' you said with a soft whimper, and hid under your blanket.

'I promise, you're safe,' Sihtric said when you sniffled again, 'listen to my voice, okay? I'm right here, baby girl. Nothing will happen to you, I promise.'

'I can't believe I- I'm saying this,' you scoffed and suddenly chuckled, 'but I… I actually wish you were here right now.'

'Yeah, me too,' he whispered, and you heard a soft chuckle, 'I'd come over if I could, but I took my meds after you left. I can't drive when I'm on them, I'm… I'm sorry, princess.'

'It's okay,' you said, 'I'm glad you took your meds though.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said, and cursed himself for having to take medication sometimes, as he would've wasted no time to come and see you otherwise, 'I'll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay?'

A few days had passed after the movie night, and Sihtric was back at work again and you both decided to never mention that evening at his place, or the way he had stayed up, talking to you on the phone when you were scared, until you fell asleep. And today, it was time to start decorating after work. You met up in the main hall, a floor up from your office, and you walked into a huge mess. Decorations were scattered all through the hall, and you now understood why Sihtric needed nearly a week to prepare the festivity.

'Fucking hell,' you said as you walked towards Sihtric, who turned and greeted you with a smile.

'Here,' he said and pushed a bag with paper bats in your hands, 'if you hang these up over there,' he pointed to a large orange orb he had painted, which was a moon, 'I'll start putting up the tombstones.'

'Tombstones?' you made a face when you saw the decorations he had purchased, but decided against arguing.

As you hung up the bats, you felt Sihtric's eyes on you. He tried to bite his tongue, but he was going crazy and how you decorated the wall.

'Don't forget to put them up higher too,' he carefully instructed.

'Yeah, yeah,' you sighed.

Sihtric kept checking on you, and he only had to bite his tongue harder each time he did. The way you didn't seem to care about the distance between the bats, or how they were not all facing the same way… he couldn't witness it anymore.

'Can you, uhm, maybe… try harder?'

'Try harder?' you scoffed, 'I'm doing my best here!' you looked at the dozens of bats you had placed on the wall already.

'Yeah, but, like,' Sihtric stammered, 'they're not… it's not good.'

'What?'

'Bats fly together in the same direction,' he said, 'you can't have one bat go left and five others go right.'

'Are you serious right now?' you asked, nearing your boiling point.

'Yes,' Sihtric said and adjusted some of the bats, 'it's not that hard, okay, princess?'

'You know what, princess,' you shoved the bag of bats in his arms, 'you go and decorate the place, okay? I'm not going to listen to your constant nitpicking.'

You turned on your heels and walked away.

'Princess?' Sihtric mumbled after you.

His eyes darted between the wall, the bats in his arms, and you walking out on him. Then, he dropped the bats and ran after you as you left the hall. He caught you just when you stepped into the elevator, and stopped it from closing by standing in the door censor.

'Who are you calling princess, princess?' he asked and clenched his jaw as he stared down at you.

'Oh, please,' you rolled your eyes, 'I'm not doing this anymore, okay? Decorate the way you want, I'll see it when it's done.'

'Fine,' Sihtric shrugged.

'Fine,' you hissed.

He took a step back, out of the elevator.

'You really make my blood boil and my cock hard,' Sihtric said just before the doors closed.

And then you stared at your reflection in the empty elevator, wide eyed and… aroused?

Sihtric: look… I really need your help with the decorations

You: are you going to be a little bitch about it again?

Sihtric: I swear I'll…

Sihtric: fine, I won't complain.

The Halloween party was tomorrow, and Sihtric desperately needed help with the finishing touches. Your love/hate relationship had only gotten worse since you walked out the other day, and the tension between the two of you was sharp as a blade. But you still showed up and helped him out.

'Are those balloons not too far apart?' you taunted as you looked around the hall, hours later.

'Don't push it, lady,' Sihtric muttered, and you grinned.

You both studied the decorations. The full moon with the bats was perfect, the tombstones made for a nice graveyard dance floor area, and the walls were decorated with Christmas lights and thick, fake cobwebs. The ceiling was full of black and orange balloons, and the tables had vases with black roses in them. To make it complete, candles graced the shelves throughout the hall, giving it a strange, spooky romantic vibe, you thought.

'I'll admit, the place looks cool,' you said.

'Really?' Sihtric smiled at you, 'thanks. And, eh, thanks for your help too.'

'You're welcome. But I hope we'll never have to do this again,' you said and grabbed your bag.

'Yeah, well, me neither,' Sihtric said and followed to the elevator.

You both tried to hide a grin as you entered the elevator, and Sihtric asked what you were dressing up as tomorrow.

'I don't know,' you sighed, 'I still don't want to go.'

'Oh, come on, you have to!'

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, 'I don't have to do anything.'

'Gods,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you're such a nightmare.'

'Yeah, well, so are you.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'Gods, will you just shut up?' he mumbled.

'Fucking make me,' you huffed.

Then, Sihtric suddenly took your face in his hands and kissed you firmly. And he didn't let go until the elevator doors opened.

'I'll see you tomorrow,' he said, and walked out, leaving you speechless once again.

The Halloween party.

You stepped into the crowded, noisy hall on the third floor. The smell of alcohol and apple pie greeted you, as well as some cheap perfume from your already drunk colleagues. You felt out of place and wanted to turn around and run home, until you saw Sihtric, who helped himself to a drink at the other side of the party. You fought a smile when you saw his outfit. He was dressed as a warrior, complete with tunic and leather armour, and even his hair was braided. You thought he looked ridiculously handsome, even more handsome than usual, if that was possible, and you felt your cheeks heat up when you locked eyes with him.

Sihtric stared at you from across the hall, with a drink in his hand, and his jaw slightly dropped. You had listened to him and had actually bought that rather revealing Snow White dress, and he couldn't believe how drop dead gorgeous you looked right now. Well, you always did, he thought, but there was something different tonight.

You both smiled at each other and wasted no more time to get closer, pushing through the few dancing people as you both crossed the room. And then without thinking, you wrapped your arms around each other and held each other tight for a moment.

'So glad you came,' Sihtric said in your ear as he held you.

His pleasant scent made your knees weak, as did his smooth, honeyed voice. And his grip on you was pleasantly firm.

'I had to, hadn't I?' you chuckled and looked up into his mismatched eyes.

Sihtric smiled and took your chin, and then the music changed to a not so spooky song; the Elvis cover of Unchained Love, and couples ran to the dancefloor. He chuckled and asked you to dance, since the entire moment was cheesy already anyway. You laughed and accepted, and next thing you knew, you were slow dancing in a foggy graveyard, with Sihtric, in the middle of the hall.

'You don't know what you've been doing to me lately,' he suddenly said, halfway through the song.

'Like what?' you smiled as you kept your face pressed against his armoured chest, and your arms around his waist.

Then, Sihtric took your hand and shoved it underneath his leather armour, onto his tunic covered chest, and he took your chin again, pushing your face up to meet his eyes. And then he leaned in, slowly, capturing you in a kiss and not caring who'd see it. And this kiss was very different from the one he had given you in a sudden rush yesterday, in the elevator. This time it was sweet, soft, gentle and tender, but still firm enough to make you feel his heartbeat quicken underneath your hand. And when he broke the kiss, you looked up at him.

'Well you've been doing a lot to me lately too,' you said with a smirk.

'Like what?' Sihtric asked with a cheeky smile.

'Making me want to do things with you I can't possibly do here.'

'Is that so?' he grinned, then took a step back and pulled you with him off the dancefloor.

'Where are we going?' you asked when he guided you out of the hall, to the elevator.

'A secret spot,' Sihtric smiled as he pulled you in the elevator.

And as soon as the doors closed, your lips found each other while your hands moved up to his neck, keeping him close, while Sihtric's tattooed fingers slid up into your loose hair.

'Tell me, lady,' Sihtric breathed as he pinned you against the wall, 'what are the things you want to do with me?'

'I think you know,' you murmured as your lips pecked his neck.

'Mhm,' he hummed with a smile, 'but I want to hear you say it, princess.'

You chuckled softly before you kissed his lips again. And when the doors opened at the top floor, Sihtric pulled you with him out the elevator, into the hallway, where he was quick to push you up against a door.

'Say it,' he almost growled while shoving his hands up your short dress, squeezing your thighs as he kissed and sucked your neck.

'I want you to treat me good,' you breathed as you started to untie his leather belt.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed again, 'I'll treat you good, don't worry,' he mumbled in between kisses, and searched for a key he kept in a pouch that was attached to his belt.

He opened the door you were pushed up against before, and pulled you up the stairs to another door, which he quickly unlocked, and then you suddenly stood on the large roof terrace of the office building. The place had an amazing view while being sheltered from other buildings, as they were not as high as the building you worked in. Sihtric took your hand and pulled you with him to some lounge chairs in the middle of the roof, near a fireplace, where he made a fire and pulled you down on the furs in front of it.

'Why the fuck does this place have a roof terrace like this?' you chuckled while you continued to work his leather armour.

'It was supposed to be a lunch spot for employees,' Sihtric said in between the wet kisses he left on your shoulders and neck, 'but last year I found out I'm the only one who actually has a key to go up here.'

'What?' you snorted, 'are you serious?'

'Very much so,' he laughed, 'so I have been sneaking around to make it a cosy place. I often go up here when everything's too much, or,' he snorted, 'when you had been getting on my nerves and I couldn't stand you anymore.'

'Such a gentleman you are,' you joked.

'You couldn't stand me either,' Sihtric furrowed his brow, then nuzzled your nose, 'don't lie. Anyway, I intended to keep this place a secret, actually,' he said with a wink, 'but now it's our secret, I guess.'

'I won't tell anyone,' you promised, and pulled him in for another kiss, 'and yes, I couldn't stand you either,' you grinned and finally took off the leather piece he was wearing.

'Good,' Sihtric unzipped your dress and pushed you down on the soft fur.

'Good that I won't tell anyone or that I couldn't stand you?'

'Both,' he said with a cheeky smile and pulled his tunic off, exposing his insanely toned torso.

'Oh my fucking god,' you whispered under your breath at the reveal.

'Still can't stand me?' Sihtric asked as he positioned himself between your thighs.

'More wondering if I can handle you,' you chuckled, moving your hands up his muscular chest.

'I'll be gentle,' he whispered, 'I promise,' he said and pecked your lips, 'you on birth control?'

'Yeah, don't worry,' you smiled and pulled him close, impatiently, after he had slid down his boxers and you kicked off your panties.

'Tell me, princess,' Sihtric whispered, then kissed your lips softly as he held your face, 'do you want me to make love to you and take you home with me after, or fuck you numb before we return to the party and pretend nothing happened?'

'Both.'

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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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The meeting ended way faster than it was planned due to… you guessed it, a surprise attack. Both me and Anakin fought with great intensity and when it was over, we had won every Senator over. Our job was done. And so after bidding goodbye, we headed towards our ship. Anakin sat in the driving compartment ready to pilot the ship back to the Temple and I joined him.

A comfortable silence enveloped us, safety and protection radiated from him and sooner than later I felt myself slip into a much-needed slumber.

A set of plain dark grey doors stood tall before me, and as I reached to open them my hand came short several centimetres under the handles. A tall black man called Windu stood beside me, silently assessing me. I stood on my tiptoes and opened the doors. Several pairs of eyes turned towards me and I felt myself shrink back. Master Windu placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push while whispering "It will be alright".

My feet carried me to the buffet of the cafeteria and my mouth watered at the sight of the plethora of food. I wasn't used to it and my stomach growled as the minutes flew by. In the end, I chose rice with some chicken because I knew that even though I could eat anything on the table my stomach wouldn't be able to handle more than that. I headed towards the far side of the room, where next to no one was sitting.

A blond boy suddenly appears in front of me, startling me. He has a kind face, that is framed by shortcutted hair and a small braid, a padawan. He smiles at me as he examines me.

"Hi, I am Anakin. You can join me and the rest of the padawans if you want to."

"No thank you."

"Are you shy? Or just really stuck up? Because there is this girl Jade…" He says maliciously. "Well let's just say that no one likes Jade."

I snort a small chuckle and he laughs at me.

"Is it okay if I come and sit with you?"

"Sure," I said back to him.

He simply rushes back to his table and grabs his lunch before coming back to the table. He lets his tray down with a thud and he beams at me with a toothy smile, some of his teeth are missing, as he sits down. He must be older than me by a year or so or two.

"I see you chose the chicken. Good choice but it is a bit like a tyre you know, probably overcooked. You should try the roasted beef next time. It is simply great."

The ship rocks side to side being caught in a star storm, a hushed curse sounds as I shift my position trying to get comfortable.

My body is covered in sweat and I pant like crazy. My sides burn like there is no tomorrow.

"Again?" Anakin asks with a smirk.

"I hate you"

"Oh come on, trouble. I am sure you will beat me next time."

I roll my eyes at the nickname. You crash five fighter jets and set only two fires and suddenly you are a pariah. Anakin was the only one who defended me because somehow he had figured out that I wanted to go home or to what was left of it. He stopped me at the last minute and he crashed three out of the five jets.

Training with Anakin late at night when the whole Temple rested. When the nightmares started nothing could calm me down. The sleepless nights started to catch up with me, and the dark circles that adorned my eyes were prominent. After a while, he suggested joining me when trying to fall asleep like we used to do when we were little. And for a time it worked and then they got worse. He believed they were just nightmares but they were memories of the abuse and the destruction.

Then Master Obi-Wan said that we had both fallen back on our training and that we should be focused only on that. That was our priority. And so one late night in the training room turned to hundred and to thousand. We would fight to the brink of exhaustion and then we would turn off like lights.

In the meantime, we have both grown. My body started to turn more feminine, and curves showed up, attracting creepy stares from the boys and glares from the girls. Anakin on the other side gained a lot of height, surpassing me by a full head. His once lean body slowly became more muscular, and his shoulders were broadened.

I examined him as we both tried to gain our breath.

As he was still trying to calm down, I lunged at him. Raising my lightsabers, trying to disarm me. His quick reflexes were his saviour. Our sabers clashed as we attacked and defended ourselves. It was like a dance, a brutal one and we matched each other. No one could know for how long we stayed there until he missed a step and went down like a sack of potatoes.

"That … was not … fair. I was caught off guard." He says breathlessly.

"Say that… to your enemy… next time." I say to him smirking and I grab his outstretched arm, pulling him up.

"I miss the days when I did all the talking. You were less mean." He says with a pout and I laugh at him. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see him for six months.

I feel someone move me from my sitting position and being laid down on the reclined chair. A light duvet covers my body. His familiar scent fills my nostrils and drifts me back to sleep.

Master Windu watches me from the top of the stadium and his encouragement comes to me in waves through the Force. Today I gained my knighthood. And after all of the struggles and challenges, this moment of that day is not my favourite.

I found myself unable to sleep so I took a walk through the Temple. I tried to meditate. Still, I feel on edge, some would say that it is because of my achievement of becoming a Jedi Knight. I wander in the aircraft zone, his favourite place. I need to feel close to him, now more than ever. A few months ago he left for the war front with some other padawans and Jedis, for some reason, I was not approved to follow. At least not yet.

I see a craft landing and I hide behind a pillar, holding tightly one of my lightsabers in my hand, ready to attack.

A deep voice sounds. "I already told you, Master. I didn't not hint that-"

"That is the problem with you you never think." A familiar voice said. Obi-Wan's voice sounds tired and full of panic. "You could have been killed."

"Don't say that Master. I didn't do anything wrong." The deep voice says mischievously, his voice laced with mirth.

"Oh really. Well, I guess there is nothing wrong with jumping off of jets, and completely trusting your life on a droid, no offence Artoo, or challenging your opponents. You are being reckless."

I slowly pull myself out from my hiding space trying to get a better look at the two approaching figures. Obi-Wan is the same, only his robes are more tattered and he looks bone tired as he moves at the pace of a sloth.

The figure next to him wears dark clothes blending in the dark night sky. Yet I am able to make him out. His blond hair has grown from his short spiky haircut. He seems even taller and his body more muscular than it was. It fits snuggly against his armour. Ani, he is here, he is back.

Without a second thought, I sprint towards him and jump on top of him. He staggers back by the force of the sudden impact. His arms shoot out to catch me as he gains his footing.

"Hey, trouble. I missed you." He whispers into the skin of my neck as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. His arms tighten around me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He is solid, covered in hard muscle and almost double in size. His voice is several octaves lower than it used to be. Everything about him makes my stomach roll and coil into a knot. That's when it all started. Since then I could not pull my eyes from him. Since then I could not stop thinking and fantasizing about him.

I am woken up by the rumble of the edges shutting down. I blink the sleepiness away and pull myself up ready to head towards my room. A hand grabs mine, stopping me on the spot.

"You look beautiful, you know. You should wear dresses more often." He says as he looks at me with a loving gaze. I blush harshly as he walks away, only turning his gaze back to me to say "Goodnight, trouble."

My eyesight finds the first reflective surface and I take a long look at my appearance. My hair had fallen from the messy curled bun Padmé had somehow made at the top of my head. The dress truly compliments my figure, making every curve stand out, daunting every man to take a look. Yet my strong arms stand out, in contrast to the soft aspects of my body making me look like a true fighter. Making me look like a Greek goddess.

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#anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fluff

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lustbile · 2 years

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can you do a blurb where jeno and jaemin kind of trick innocent reader into filming porn? since jaemin is rlly into photography he can film the reader and jeno having sex. they trick her into showing them her holes and playing with herself with toys and such

This is a blurb that was requested by @whiteteadreams but!!! She also wrote an entire almost 14k word fic about it too. If you want to see both our interpretations, and read her amazing work, please read both and also a huge thank you to her for letting me still come up with something myself because i really loved this idea a lot. <3

Warning: threesome, drug use, vague coercion, use of toys, hand jobs, degradation, filming, slight choking, and jaemin being a man that doesn’t have a bed frame. Can you say red flag?????

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“Smile reeeeeal big for the camera,” Jaemin slurs as he shoves the lens into your face, your hand reaching out to swat at him as you try to take a hit from the joint without sticking it to Jeno’s bare chest.

“Leave me alone,” you mumble, your voice muffled as you speak around the smoke that fills your mouth. You breathe the hit deep into your lungs, pushing the filtered end of the joint in between Jeno’s lips, before you strain to speak again, “it’s not 2014 okay, you don’t need to be taking indie pictures of people smoking weed anymore.”

Jeno laughs around the joint as he pinches it slightly between his teeth, his chest shaking against yours as you’re draped lazily on top of him. Jaemin on the other hand just pouts, shooting daggers at his friend below you, before he raises the camera back up to his eye.

“Maybe I just want a picture because you look pretty,” he defends, flipping the adjustments on the camera to record without you noticing, “did you ever think of that, idiot?”

“You think I'm pretty?” you gasp, choosing for your sake and his to not acknowledge the idiot comment as you wrap your arms around a still laughing Jeno, your face nuzzling into his warm chest.

“Yeah,” Jeno and Jaemin respond at the same time, the seriousness in both of their tones making you squirm and sigh as Jeno pets at the back of your head. The weed finally hits you at that moment, and as your head turns light, you feel yourself start to become more bubbly at the comment, your feet kicking happily as they both stare at you.

“Say hi,” Jaemin commands quietly, his voice dropping to a whisper as he pushes the camera back towards your face. This time you don’t push him away, your arms feeling too heavy for the action, so instead you just squish your cheek shyly against Jeno’s pec and let out an almost silent hello.

“Can you believe it,” Jeno starts, realizing now that Jaemin is recording as he moves his fingers to press into your warming cheek, “that we have such a pretty creature locked in here with us, Jaem?”

“Honestly, no,” Jaemin responds like he’s winded, his breath coming out in a essaperated puff, “almost feels like we caught a fairy.”

“And the first thing you do is get the fairy high?” You gawk, breaking the complimentary tension they were wrapping around you, their heads falling in playful annoyance as you start to giggle.

“Of course,” Jeno responds like he’s speaking to a child, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck as Jaemin pans the camera towards him, “otherwise we wouldn’t be able to control you.”

“What do you need to control me for?” You ask suggestively, staring up at Jeno with your head moving to prop your chin on his chest. The position and the lighting creates a tension that Jaemin simply can’t describe as he stares into the little screen on his camera, but he keeps his thoughts to himself as he doesn’t think from the way his friends stare each other down, that this is the best time to geek out about composition.

Jeno’s eyes finally dart over to Jaemin, leaving you a bit flustered and confused now that your impromptu staring contest is over. You wish for a moment, as they look into each other’s eyes, that you lived inside their minds, because you would kill to know the silent conversation they’re having right in front of you.

When you first accepted their invite to come over, you expected nothing more than free food and weed. Maybe they’d eventually force you to watch them play some stupid video game, but ultimately you were expecting zero physical exertion on your part, and once you were clinging to Jeno’s chest like a koala, you thought you were getting just that.

But when Jaemin nods, and then Jeno nods, agreeing on something that you’re left completely in the dark on, all you can feel is an impending doom of something that you’re not sure your high brain is ready for.

Jeno’s fingers touching you makes you jump, his fingers brushing your jaw as uses the hand on the back of your neck to lift you closer to him. You try not to show the shock or slight panic on your face, but you can’t smother the squeak of surprise you let out when he pulls you until your lips are pressing against his.

Jeno had always been a friend. A goofy guy that entertained you and brought you food if you called him and complained loudly in his ear. Yes, you found him incredibly attractive, but based on your behavior, you assumed he saw you as nothing but an obnoxious sibling. So why was he kissing you so softly?

And why was he kissing you in front of Jaemin?

Sirens go off in your head telling you to pull away, but your brain heavy with thc keeps you in place as you lean into the kiss. Your fingers dig roughly into his chest and when he licks at your mouth, you don’t question it. Nor do you question the camera that moves in your peripherals.

Jeno sits up slightly, making your hips slip until you’re perched in his lap. And it’s with this action you feel how hard he is, his length straining against his underwear as he pushes your hips until his tip digs into your shorts.

You pull away with a shuttering intake of breath, the straining of your lungs going unnoticed from the numbness that tingles through your body. You stare at the boy beneath you in shock, your jaw hanging open as you move to touch your lips, before you turn to look at the one who’s grinning behind the camera.

“What’s…. going on?” You ask with hesitance. You’re confused and a little on edge, but even so, when Jeno wraps his arms around your waist, you melt back into his chest without question.

They exchange another glance, leaving you to stew in your confusion, before Jaemin peaks over the camera with a soft smile, “you’re so pretty,” he hums, making you shy again into Jeno’s chest, “why don’t you let us capture it?”

“You wanna film me?” You ask, having a funny feeling that you know where this is going, “doing what?”

Jeno forces your head to face him again, and all he offers as an answer is his signature smile, before he pulls you into another kiss.

“Don’t worry,” Jaemin assures as he moves behind you, his hand landing on your hip as he pans the shot up and down your back, “we’ll take good care of you.”

“Here,” Jeno starts as he pulls away, his chest puffing with pride when you chase his lips. He leans over to the end of the mattress, reaching his hand towards the ashtray that sits on the floor. When he twists back to face you, he holds the still burning joint in his fingers, and he forces it between your swollen lips, “take another hit. A big one this time.”

You do as he says, not thinking too much about it, and once the smoke fills your lungs he takes the little cigarette away from your mouth. You hold it for a moment, before turning your head to the side, and you let the smoke billow out of your mouth as you breathe it into your nose, showing off for the camera that Jaemin pushes closer to your face.

“I think we have a movie star on our hands,” Jeno teases, pulling you in for a chaste kiss, before he lifts you up by your waist to turn you around.

He wiggles up the short length of bed that remains behind him, leaning against Jaemin’s bedroom wall as he settles you between his thighs. You relax immediately with your back pressed into his chest, but as he reaches around until his hands press into your belly, you shrink away from the camera.

Jaemin sits crossed legged in front of you, the clunky device he holds obscuring his grinning face. You wonder how he’ll even keep the thing in focus with the remnants of the drug that swims through his veins, but you don’t get to ponder for long before you feel Jeno’s hands land on your hips.

“Look over here,” Jaemin says, clicking his tongue. He wiggles his fingers directly above the lens, and you follow the motion with your eyes, subconsciously swaying slightly like you’re hypnotized.

Jeno takes advantage of your distant mind, running his wandering fingers up your sides before they slip fully beneath your shirt. He sighs happily when he feels you bare underneath the oversized fabric, and he jumps along with you in excitement when his hands clasp over your chest with your nipples pinched between the sides of his fingers.

You, on the other hand, are jumping in shock. The buzzing pleasure that shoots through your chest, has your eyes darting away from the small red light of the camera. You abandon the staring contest you were holding with what told you that you were in fact being recorded, and look down instead to see the way Jeno’s hands push against the fabric of your shirt.

“Hey,” Jaemin calls playfully, getting your attention again, “keep your eyes on me. Don��t worry about him.”

“But-“ you start to argue, ready to tell him not to be mean and also remind him that he can’t be so demanding on your cloudy brain before Jeno presses his nose into your temple.

“Listen to him, baby,” he murmurs, placing his mouth over the shell of your ear, “keep those pretty eyes on the camera.”

You do what they say, or try to at least. You stare into the camera with rounded eyes, trying to not think about the way the device captures every little move you make.

Jeno tugs on your nipples a few times, making sure the flesh stands at attention, before he starts to lift your shirt over your head. The cool air of the room hits your sensitive skin, and when his hands return to your stomach, you lift yours to cover your chest.

“No, no,” Jaemin scolds, reaching out a hand to pull yours away, putting the camera closer to your chest as he does so, “none of that. Let us see you.”

You anchor your hands to Jeno’s wrists instead, needing something to cling onto so you don’t go against the boys’ demands. The way Jaemin smiles in front of you as he captures the rise and fall of your chest, and the way Jeno smiles against your skin as he trails his lips down your jaw and neck, makes you realize that maybe you’d do whatever they asked.

Jeno’s hands disappear again, this time under the fabric of your shorts and underwear. They stay flanked at the sides of your hips, and he uses the bend of his wrists to start slowly pushing the fabric past your lifting butt and down your thighs.

You watch the crumpled fabric slide across Jaemin’s floor, disappearing in the dim blue and red glow from his LEDs. And when Jeno’s hands wrap around your thighs, it hits your brain maybe a moment too late, that you are completely bare in front of your two close friends. One of which holds a camera.

You look up at Jaemin nervously, the camera blocking his face still and forcing you to give the look to the capturing mechanics the device contains. Jaemin doesn’t seem too worried with the look, but instead he revels in it as he reaches out to pinch roughly at the swell of your cheek.

He coos some words you can’t understand, as Jeno starts to lift your trembling thighs over his. Your muscles strain slightly as the move to hold as wide as Jeno has his, but once your ankles hook around his calves, you can’t think of anything else but the way you’re spread open for them to see.

“That’s what I was waiting for,” Jaemin mumbles to himself as he sinks down between your legs. He points the camera directly at where your arousal slowly drips from you, and when you clench at the attention, he responds with a hissing, “beautiful.”

“Can you spread yourself a little bit, baby?” Jeno asks, in a much similar tone to how he’s asked you what you’d like to eat in the past. The question makes you shake slightly, but when you turn and see how he stares down at you with furrowed brows, you can’t imagine saying no.

Your hands are shaky as you reach down, your fingers pressing against your skin hard enough to dimple your skin. When you spread yourself, you expose more of your sensitive clit to the cool air of Jaemin’s room, and you feel your toes wiggle anxiously as he gets closer with the camera.

“Put your fingers in,” Jaemin commands, looking up to you from below with an encouraging nod, “stretch yourself open for us, yeah?”

You nod softly, moving one hand down as the other rests on Jeno’s thigh, before you slowly sink your middle and ring finger into yourself. The action makes your head tilt back, landing on Jeno’s shoulder as they both watch you move your wrist. You’re slow with how you thrust your fingers in and out, and from the way the two boys groan, you assume they love every second of it.

Jeno’s head turns again to latch his lips to your throat, his tongue lapping across your skin and making your hand speed up as Jaemin reaches a hand out to tweak one of your nipples. All the different forms of stimulation are overwhelming in their own right, and feeling them all at once, you’re melting and happy as you sit between the two men.

“Do you want more?” Jaemin asks, having to repeat the question, before you respond with a rapid nod. You don’t see the curt nod he gives Jeno, but you do feel the way Jeno’s chest shifts against your back. And when he returns to be flush against you, he pulls your hand away until you let out a bubbling whine.

Both boys beam happily at how desperate you’ve become, your hips thrusting up towards the camera in a way that makes Jaemin have to back up. He stays close though, making panning motions up and down your body as you squirm, and you’re so distracted by the way the red light moves like a small fairy, that you don’t notice the way Jeno’s arms twist around your waist.

You feel your head slowly bobbing as you follow Jaemin as if you’re hypnotized, your vision becoming slightly blurred as your blinking unevens, but you’re gradually pulled back to reality once you hear the faint buzzing sound that surrounds you.

You look between the two cautiously before you finally turn your eyes down, where Jeno’s hands trail down the center of your legs. You notice too late the small vibrating cylindrical toy he holds between his fingers, and even though you still try to voice out in confusion, whatever you think your brain was trying to conjure gets cut off quickly at the first touch of the object to your clit.

Instead, all you can do is gasp out, your hips canting towards the toy as your hands start to move wildly. Jeno uses his strength to his advantage, whether he’s aware or not, as he presses the toy against you tightly enough for his arm to tense. And he starts to rub the vibrating end in small circles around your clit, all you can do is grasp at his skin in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Feels good?” Jaemin asks, as Jeno simply laughs against the side of your neck. You moan out lowly in response, twisting your head back as your core tenses, but that doesn’t pacify your personal camera man as he encourages, “come one. Answer me.”’

You lift your heavy head, staring right in front of you with bleary eyes. You think that maybe you look a little possessed, but as your mind is still foggy with the smoke you pulled into your lungs, you pout pathetically into the camera and whine.

“F—fu—fuck,” you stutter out, as your teeth clench together. The pleasure floods your lower half, and as you sink back into the man behind you, you feel the way his length strains against you back. But regardless of how Jeno’s continues to play with your body in his hands, you will yourself to respond with a biting tone, “wanna come so bad.”

“Do you?” Jaemin laughs back, almost sarcastically as he moves to sit on his knees for a better angle, “how bad do you want it.”

“Bad,” you whimper and nod as you tilt back into Jeno until you can grind your body against him. The soft groan he lets out is enough to tell you he enjoys the way you squirm, and it encourages you further as it makes a blissed grin pull onto your face, “want to make you guys come too.”

“Us?” Jaemin asks, with a confused pitch in his voice. They had plotted out the plan for this all to start very well, but they hadn’t really discussed how it would go any further. So with you crumbling under the scrutiny of Jaemin’s camera, he thought his goals had been met; the way your jaw hangs open as you stare at him like he’s fresh meat, makes his brain go a bit fuzzy, and he thinks maybe he can push this farther.

“This was meant to just be about you, baby,” Jeno assures, letting you know you’re in no obligation to go any further than the wild extents they’ve pushed you to now. But as you lock your eyes onto Jaemin’s wild ones, you know he no longer agrees with that sentiment.

This time, it’s you and Jaemin that exchange wordless thoughts, him nodding in encouragement when he sees the spark of a mischievous glint in your eye. With his approval, you wiggle your hand behind you; when you feel Jeno’s bulge press appreciatively against your palm, both you and him let out pleased hums.

His hand stutters as he continues to push the toy against you, but that doesn’t stop the licks of pleasure it sends up your body. Instead, it just makes you more clumsy as you reach past the band of his underwear to wrap your fingers around his shaft, and your hips to wiggle as you try and will your body to calm down long enough to get the two boys started somehow.

Jaemin wiggles closer to where you and Jeno twist around one another, and when he pushes his hips out towards you as he reaches one hand out to grab at your chest, you force your swirling brain to try and multitask. You get Jeno out of the confines of his underwear, his length wrapped in your fist pressing against your bare hip, as you reach a shaking hand out to mess with the string that keeps Jaemin’s sweatpants held against his body.

He doesn’t aid you in getting the article off his hips, instead just looming over you as he enjoys the way your face twists in aggravation. Jeno, is also not helpful in the slightest, because once he feels the soft skin of your hip against his sensitive tip, he starts fucking gently up into your hand.

Jaemin lets out a sleazy laugh when you finally get his pants down far enough for his length to prod up against his stomach, and he twists his fingers around your nipple as if to be some form of prize. You ignore his antics as you run your shaking fingers up his length, and when you freeze in place from the way your thighs start to tense, he simply takes to grinding sloppily against your palm.

Both boys use your trembling hands for their own pleasure as your back starts to arch away from Jeno’s chest. You feel sweat trail slowly down your spine, and as you start to lose the battle against your impending orgasm, you can’t help but imagine how wild you three look tangled altogether.

The way Jaemin kneads at your chest is rough and unforgiving, his fingers pushing into the sensitive skin until you know your skin will be littered with tender marks. Jeno keeps your tensing thighs spread wide for his wandering hand, the toy being pressed and wiggled against you until your breath comes out in desperate puffs. And as you orgasm crawls up your spine like a rabid animal, your twisting body is memorialized on film as your hands are used for the pleasure of the two boys who torture you.

You start to come with an embarrassing squeak, your fingers tensing involuntarily around the lengths of both Jeno and Jaemin, making both of them groan out and thrust faster against you. Jaemin somehow manages to zoom into your face before panning down your body, and he grins behind the camera as he captures every twitch your body goes through as you’re overcome with pleasure.

You swear loudly as your eyes roll painfully back into your skull, and your body tries to fight against the way Jeno pulls you down against the toy. If it wasn’t for the way he holds you, and how Jaemin now pushes you back against Jeno’s chest, you would have folded in on yourself. Instead you’re forced to ride through your orgasm, and try not to melt from the way they continue to move against you even when you’re plagued with aftershocks.

You let out desperate cries as you start to blindly move your hands as your eyes slam shut. Even through the way your eyes become flooded with unshed tears, and the way your lower half begs for mercy, you sloppily move in tandem with the pace each boy has started in an attempt to pull them onto the same level as you.

You roll your thumb over Jeno’s slit, rolling around the leaking head of his length as you try to make him squirm like he was doing to you. And even though he continues to muddle your brain with the small toy against your tender clit, you feel triumphant as he starts to groan and roll his hips up faster in desperation.

Your other hand finally wraps around Jaemin’s length, spreading his precum down from where it accumulated on the tips of your fingers, and using the slick substance to twist him in your palm and beckon him closer.

He moves cautiously on his knees as he comes to lean over you, sighing when you pout up at him because the way Jeno holds you stops you from pulling him into your mouth. You try a few more times, twisting your shoulder, before coming up short every time from the way Jeno keeps you tightly pressed to him.

You huff, before looking up to make sure Jaemin has the camera trained on your flushed face. When you see the way he has the big, daunting black lens focused on your lips, you grin. And with a playful wink, your tongue rolls out of your mouth, until your spit trails down your chin until it drips messily directly on his skin.

Both boys swear loudly at the sight, but Jaemin’s profanities are followed quickly with whimpering noises and fluttering hips when you start to jack him off again, slowly with a devious smile.

He grits his teeth in pleasured frustration, his fingers rushing up the span of your chest, and when his fingers wrap tightly around your throat and shoves your head back into Jeno’s shoulder roughly, you can’t help but let out an overly excited laugh.

“What a little slut,” Jaemin says happily, thrusting faster against your palm as his fingers drum and dig into the skin of your neck, “make ‘em cry, Jeno.”

Jeno complies happily, laughing as well as he turns his head to sink his teeth into your jaw. And as he does, he wiggles the toy around your clit until you let out a shuttering gasp, keeping it pressed to that spot until your hips are grinding down towards the mattress.

The way they both puff from in front and behind you makes you feel like you’re trapped in a sauna, the heat that radiates off of both of them making your skin tacky and damp. Jeno’s free hand takes the role of groping at your chest now that Jaemin has moved to gripping your throat, and the way his blunt nails digs into your skin makes your tears finally spill over your waterline.

You start to cry out again when Jaemin presses his hips closer until his tip brushes against your stomach with every thrusting move he makes, and that mixed with the way Jeno starts to grind his entire length against the side of your hip when you palm pushes flat against him, makes you feel dirty in their holds.

It’s perfect, you think, perfect in every way. The way their hips turn sloppy and the deep throaty groans they let out and another orgasm threatens your system. You’re afraid to let go, afraid of how much it will shake you to your core, but when both men grunt about wanting to stain your skin, you can’t help but feel like they’re dragging you over the edge along with them.

Jeno is the first to tense, the sticky feeling of him dragging against you becoming too much for his nerves. He keeps the toy vibrating against you and his fingers tighten painfully against your chest, and as his come shoots across your skin, you feel yourself teetering close behind.

“Look at the camera when you come,” Jaemin demands in a shaky voice, his fingers pushing at the curve of your jaw and forcing your head up, “let me see how come drunk you are.”

You never imagined either of the boys you’re pressed against to speak to you this way, but you also never expected them to do anything that they do to you now. So as you continue to stroke your hand over Jeno’s length, making him make noises that make you happily pant, you stare directly into the camera with watery eyes as you crash for the second time.

You feel the evidence of your orgasm flood against your skin, your legs wrapping tighter around Jeno’s as you try to lift away from the toy. But in his own delirium, he keeps it pressed tight against you and you have no choice but to feel every bite of pleasure so powerfully it makes your entire body start to shiver.

The sight of writhing bodies against one another, and the way your fingers squeeze against his length as you stare and whine at him, is what makes Jaemin lose his senses. The view the camera has begins to shake in his hands, but he still manages to point it to capture the way he presses against your skin as he finally comes.

His come shoots up your stomach, landing on your chest as he groans above you, and you just stare in amazement as he is dedicated enough to film the way it clings to you even as he still trembles from aftershocks.

It’s when his thighs start to shake, that you know he’s nearing his limit. His fingers are clumsy as he flips the knobs on the top of the device, and once the red light goes out, he dumps the camera a lot less gracefully than he intended on the floor next to his mattress.

There’s a moment of quiet tension as Jeno pulls the toy away, flicking it off and leaving the only noise to be your combined heavy breathing and the soft music that plays from Jaemin’s cheap speaker.

It’s also Jeno who breaks the tension, letting out a playful groan as lays back, pulling you with him and forcing your neck out of Jaemin’s hold until you lay awkwardly against his chest. He rolls you to the side when he realizes how uncomfortable it is for the both of you, and when you two settle, Jaemin comes crawling over until he’s laid facing you with a guilty smile.

“Are you still high?” He asks with caution, pushing his thumb into your skin to get a look at where his come starts to dry.

“Hmmm yeah,” you reply with a tired nod, curling as comfortably as you can without pushing him away and to not get come on his sheets.

“I think I was right,” Jeno interrupts as he nuzzles into your shoulder, both you and Jaemin humming in question, “we found a little movie star.”

“Yeaaaaaah,” Jaemin agrees, seeming proud of what just conspired amongst you three, “a performance we’ll never forget.”

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winchesterwild78 · 3 months

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Chance Meeting Part 10 (pt 2)

Part 10 (part 1)

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (cover it up y’all), fluff, small moment of insecurity

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters. This chapter finds our lovebirds in Texas. Small time jump noted. Enjoy 😁

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He opened it and pushed you in. He kicked the door closed and he walked you backwards towards the bed. Your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards. Jensen dropped to his knees and put your legs over his shoulders once again devouring you. It didn’t take long to build you back up and before too long you were gasping and cumming hard on his tongue. He helped you ride your high before he pulled his fingers out and his head up. He leaned over you capturing your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and feel his erection pressed against your mound. He stood up and pulled off his pants and boxers. Letting his hard cock spring free. You bit your bottom lip as you slid backwards towards the top of the bed. Jensen climbed on the bed and positioned himself between your legs. He grabbed your legs and lined himself up with your dripping wet pussy. He pushed inside slowly and you moved your hips into him. “Move baby, please I need all of you.” You said while panting. Jensen bottomed out inside you and started to set a steady pace. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of moans and flesh hitting flesh. Sweat was forming on Jensen’s forehead and yours. You felt that familiar feeling again and wanted to chase it. “Get on your knees y/n” Jensen growled as he thrust deeper into you. He pulled out as you flipped on your hands and knees. You stuck your ass in the air and leaned on your elbows. As Jensen pushed inside you, you arched your back and flung your head back. Jensen grabbed your hair and you groaned loudly. One of his hands was gripping your hair and the other was on your hip digging into your flesh. You pushed your body into his as he fucked you deeper. You took one of your hands and started rubbing your clit. Faster and faster chasing your release. Jensen’s thrusts started to get sloppier and as you came for the second time he groaned and pushed his release deep into you. Coating your walls with his hot cum. He let go of your hair and helped you lay down. He rolled on his side and cupped your face kissing you gently. “Was that okay, y/n” he asked softly. “More than okay, it was perfect” you said kissing him. You both laid there for a few minutes before he got up to get a washcloth to clean you both. After you were both cleaned you climbed under the covers to lay there for a few minutes longer. “We need to get up and go eat” Jensen said. “I am kinda hungry now” you said smirking at Jensen. He kissed the tip of your nose before crawling out of bed and pulling on some jogging pants. You got up and pulled on your panties and grabbed one of Jensen’s shirts. You met him downstairs in the kitchen and helped him get dinner set up. “Let’s take this in the living room and veg out” Jensen said as he grabbed the pizza box. You grabbed the plates, napkins and drinks before following him. He turned on the television and sat back on the couch next to you. He grabbed a slice and handed it to you before grabbing one for himself. He picked a movie and you both sat in comfortable silence while eating and watching tv. After you both were full you grabbed the plates, pizza and empty beer bottles and took them in the kitchen. You put the leftover pizza away, washed the plates and threw the bottles away. While you were washing dishes you were humming and dancing. You didn’t notice Jensen leaning against the wall watching you. He has a sweet smile on his face and was deep in thought. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found you and fallen in love with you. You spun around and jumped when you saw him. He laughed and you playfully slapped his arm. “You scared me” you said. “Sorry babe. I was enjoying the show” he said while pulling you into a kiss. You smiled into his lips.

“Come on y/n, let’s go to bed” he said grabbing your hand. He walked around locking doors and setting the alarm. Turning off the lights you both climbed the stairs. Walking into your bedroom you went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You decided to sleep in Jensen’s shirt. When you came out you crawled into bed waiting for Jensen. The bed was huge but you snuggled to his side. Jensen walked out of the bathroom with his jogging pants on and no shirt. You instinctively bit your lip at the sight of him. He smirked and climbed in the bed. Jensen pulled you close and you snuggled into him taking in his scent. “I love you, y/n. Thank you for trusting me and taking a chance on me.” He said as he kissed your forehead. “Oh Jensen, thank you for taking a chance on me. I know you could have anyone you want and you chose me. I love you so much, Jensen.” You said as you looked up into his emerald green eyes. He gave you a soft smile “I’d choose you over and over again y/n. Now, let’s get some sleep. We’ve got some decorating to do tomorrow.” One last “I love you” came from both of you and you both drifted off to sleep.

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #chance meeting #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles #hes gorgeous #jensen ackles x reader

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citadelofswords · 24 days

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for the writing prompt - the homestuck team shortmotherfuck AU and any shenaniangs they got up to with their powers?

(find context for this here)

al finds audrey and trish laying in the rubble of a half destroyed building, on the edge of a ruined city. for a long, heartstopping moment, he thinks they’re both dead. and then he gets close and realizes audrey’s giggling uncontrollably, and trish is breathing hard but also grinning with the exhilaration of a fight well won.

“you two okay down there?” he calls anyway.

trish shoots him a thumbs up, which for some reason gets audrey giggling again. “don’t do that, oh my god,” she says, wheezing. “my sides hurt. oh, man. hi al!”

relieved, al scrambles over a demolished wall. it’s been a long time since he’s seen audrey quite this happy; she’s been tense and unhappy basically ever since she went god-tier and realized it didn’t come with an immediate understanding of her aspect. seeing her grin like this makes him think everything will be okay again. “need a hand up anyway?”

trish waves him off, climbing to her feet. audrey does accept his hand, and then to his surprise follows through the motion by wrapping her arms around his neck in a brief hug.

“al,” she says, delighted. “i figured it out. i figured it out.”

“mind?” he asks, and audrey pulls away, grinning. “amazing! did you use it with trish?”

“oh yeah,” trish says smugly. “it was pretty cool. i didn’t even know spice girl could do that.”

audrey ducks her head, grinning bashfully. “it’s kind of weird feeling,” she says. “i don’t— i have to be careful with it because i could definitely see myself exploiting it for personal gain, but— it’s leverage, al.”

“how so?” al asks, because he’s been so curious about how it worked for months now, and he’s known that audrey was the only person who could explain it to him, and now that she gets it he can understand.

“trish did the thing, right,” audrey says, and does the thumbs up-thumbs down gesture that trish and shadow have started doing when they deem something is a threat. “and all of a sudden i could like, see the branches. i could see what would happen if i gave trish the thumbs up. it wouldn’t have doomed us, but it would have complicated things, and introduced pawns onto the board we weren’t ready for— and i could see where we could make decisions to influence that, but it felt— if i just gave trish the thumbs down, things would be way more straightforward. and of course that had its own branches, but i—,”

she glances at trish, who breezily says, “i let her influence spice girl a little. not me, of course. she could have, but she wanted to ask first so i told her no.”

“it’s all manipulation and leverage,” audrey says, and there’s a glint in her eyes that makes al shiver despite himself. “concentrating our effort on the path that gives us the best positioning. i don’t think i’m doing a good job of explaining it but— you were definitely right about me and trish.”

she reaches out to fistbump trish, who returns it with a little smile, and al can’t help but think— he’s very, very glad that audrey tends towards being more thoughtful and careful with her decisions before she acts. in the hands of someone rash and impulsive (like shadow, al can’t help but think) audrey’s mind powers would be very, very dangerous indeed.

after all. he’s pretty sure this city was still standing when they arrived on this planet.

#interstitial infinity #my writing #listen. i just know in my gut that once audrey gets full control over her mind powers #that she and trish will have the most powerful combo attacks in the entire squad #manipulating the branches of choice and causality in order to pinpoint the maximum amount of doom on their enemies #we SHOULD be fortunate that audrey tends towards talking first violence second #al is so right here #(i did write the scene also where audrey has the aha moment)#asks #impernaway #interstitialstuck

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lamarkeu · 2 years

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I Don’t Like This

Synopsis: Mingyu thinks he’s capable of compromising the feelings he has for you in order to maintain your friendship. He finds that the favors you and his team members ask only seem to make things more difficult.

Genre: Non Idol!AU, SPY!SVT, Scientist!Reader, fluff, angst and suggestive

Word Count: Just a little over 2k (I proof read it once so if there’s any grammatical errors pls let me know).

A/N: There’s no SVT sector for NIS in real life, so for the sake of this story it stands for Sector for Violent Crimes and Terrorism. Let me know if you want me to do drabbles with the other members too. I’ll be working on more WIPS after my camping trip 👀

You and Mingyu met on the first day of spy academy where the two of you were sat comfortably at the top of your class both in brains and brawn’s respectfully. The big wigs at The National Intelligence Service payed close attention to the two of you, only accepting a few graduates each year.

There was an unspoken bond you gained over the course of being partners for your time at school. He swears if it weren’t for your leg injury during the final test the NIS would’ve picked you up as agents.

Lost was one way you could describe life after your injury. If it weren’t for his words of encouragement, you probably wouldn’t have even considered the scientist position at NIS’s newest team: the sector for violent crimes and terrorism.

Your team initially had five founding members including Mingyu, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Seungcheol and yourself. As word came in of the success of your missions resumes from newly graduated agents would come piling in. The main office is now home to 26 members.

Mingyu was one of the teams top agents who worked hard until the end of every work week. The tasks he was given off the field seemed to make them drag on, like when Seungcheol requests him to test the new plasma gun before clocking out for the night.

The shooting range was oddly quiet; the only sound he could hear was your sweet voice instructing your newest intern on how to work your newest creation.

“Last time I checked those guns were for field agents. Not lab interns.” He yells earning him an eye roll from Wonwoo.

You turn to him, “Well, as head of our lab, I wanted to show off the hard work and brain power he’s contributed to our team-” You can't help but shake your head at the usually friendly giant, as he pulls his sleeves up to show off his biceps. “Please tell me you have protective gear.”

“Here, borrow mine.” Wonwoo offers a fresh pair of earplugs from his lab coat tossing it towards Mingyu before taking his protective noise canceling headphones off.

Mingyu all but yells at you as you leave the room. “Where are you going? Don’t you need to monitor him?”

Their first encounter had Mingyu mistaken Wonwoo for their new office intern Seungkwan and gave him money to buy everyone coffee.

This small confusion almost resulted in someone almost destroying the lab and the photocopier. Mingyu has since been banned from asking interns to go on coffee runs and from using the offices coffee machine.

“I’m his boss, not his babysitter. Besides, he's a natural and I’m done my shift.” Patting the two of them on the shoulder before making your exit. “Have a good night boys.”

Mingyu picks up a second plasma gun on the wall and gets a few head shots on the target. Before gloating about his shot Wonwoo fired his rounds and left identical holes. “You got a pretty nice shot for a lab rat.”

“Look, I’m gonna cut to the chase. I know you don’t like me but I want to put aside our differences to ask you what kind of gift I should Y/N as a thank you for training me- why are you laughing?”

“Wait, that wasn’t a joke?” His eyes stared at him. “I guess I never saw you as a gift giving type.

“That’s okay right?” Mingyu kind of stares at him in confusion before Wonwoo explains, “I always thought you two had a thing.”

“We’re just friends.” He manages to stutter out. “Last time I checked we’re still at work, discussing any personal business could result in-”

“Relax, I’m not here to grill you, I just need to know her preferences for flowers. Who better to ask than her work husband.” Mingyu's face gets all red at the nickname Wonwoo chose.

“Don’t get flowers, Y/N hates how she has to take care of them 24/7. Get something like a cactus.”

Mingyu walks in with his morning coffee a few days after that encounter. A bitter taste leaves the field agent’s mouth as he tries to determine if it came from his latte, the little cacti sitting at your desk or the Instagram post you took with Wonwoo at a fancy dinner restaurant.

He shakes his head of those thoughts, holding tightly to the second cup in his hand; a green tea for you. The hope this gesture could have him fall into your favour once again is immediately beaten to a pulp as he see you at your desk with none other than the office flirt, Yoon Jeonghan. He watches from afar as the older calls you that dreaded nickname.

Back when they all first started Jeonghan had difficulty remembering your name so he would also call you “Baby girl”, to get your attention. No matter how many times it gets thrown around it’s almost impossible for Mingyu to keep his entire body from cringing.

Amidst their usual morning exchanges Mingyu hadn’t noticed the cup Jeonghan was hiding behind his back until it was offered up to you. He could only assume it was the same drink he had in his hands.

In an attempt to save face, slowly making his escape towards the lab doors before turning to see the devil himself right in front of him.

“Just the man I was looking for. Remember how I saved your ass from getting caught in a sting operation and how you said you’d pay me back with a favor?”

“Can you please get to your point, I have a meeting with Joshua and Seungcheol about getting my coffee machine privileges back.”

“Help me break up Wonwoo and Y/N.” Jeonghan announces almost nonchalantly.

Mingyu stutters out in confusion, “T-they're not together.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you tell that to the little cactus Y/N keeps flaunting around the office.” He takes his phone out, showing Y/N’s most recent story where her cactus sits quietly at her desk with a hat sticker over it.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“What no,” Mingyu doesn’t miss the hesitation in his answer. “Wonwoo’s a newbie so he doesn’t realize how hard it was for her to get here. Can’t have him risking all that hard work because some lab tech isn’t able to keep his feelings in check.” As if he were trying to convince himself that was in fact the only reason.

“Don’t act like you don’t like her too. Your cup of tea and coffee is really telling.”

“Look you can do what you want just don’t get me involved. I’m already in trouble with Seungcheol as is.”

Jeonghan looks down at his pocket after hearing it go off. He checks the caller before leaving Mingyu “Just do me a favor and let me know if you have any intel. I have a friend that likes her and wants to ask her out.”

Seungcheol wraps up the team meeting with his agents and their new assignments. He’s posted in Manila to arrest major drug traffickers bringing heroin to Seoul while Chan is stationed in Busan to deal with an underground fighting ring.

You’re asked to stay at home base to communicate with Mingyu over earphones and also act as a translator.

“Careful out there, your smart mouth has the tendency to put you in harms way and I’m afraid I won’t be there to patch up your wounds.” There’s a slight sense of change in your tone.

Mingyu often puts himself on the line as a field agent, so there have been a few times he’s gotten close calls. His heart warms at this worry

“I promise, I will try to be on my best behavior. You on the other hand need to promise me you’ll actually sleep while I’m not around to nag you.” He reassures you, trying to lighten up the atmosphere with a little laugh.

You smile in agreement, “Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow then, okay?”

“Perfect. Bye Y/N.”

Chan makes his way over to his partner as he finishes the last of his coffee.“Mingyu Hyung, are you meeting up with Y/N anytime soon?”

“Tomorrow actually to go over what items to bring on our trip, why what’s up Chan?

“I wanted to return the equipment she let me borrow at the last siege.” He explains. “I also wanted to check to see if you asked her out yet?”

Chan was one of the few people who knew about his feelings. Having been paired together for as long as they’ve worked here, they often shared with each other their personal lives. Mingyu's silence in and of itself was pretty telling.

“You’re not gonna know how she feels until you ask. There are a lot of people willing to step in if you’re not brave enough, me included.”

Mingyu’s eyes go wide as saucers at the sudden confession.

“Y/N is a catch and deserves to be treated well instead of being strung along by your below average flirting.”

Attending a ball was the last thing Mingyu thought he would be doing while working undercover. With your insight you managed to notify the whole team that their target would be hosting an event to cover up their money trail. Insisting you stay behind past closing to help lead Mingyu through this mission.

For the most part it went well though there were a few times you had to prompt him through his ear piece to get over the language barrier between him and some guests. Carefully you access the hotel cameras from your office computer to monitor Mingyu’s movements.

He breaks away from the crowded convention centre, to avoid the prying eyes of the public seeking refuge in the mens washroom before sending the signal to the other NIS agents to arrest the target.

The sound of static is heard in his ears breaking apart the sound of running water before he closes the tap, “I need a favour.” Your voice come through clear as day.

“Surprisingly, you wouldn’t be the first person to ask me that this week.” He scoffs before running through the sides of his hair with hands.

“I need someone to act as my date for my high school reunion. Is there any member of the team you could introduce me as a boyfriend?”

The silence on his end was almost deafening that you’re convinced his audio cut out, but before you can say anything he replies with a monotone, “None.”

“What about Chan or Wonwoo?”

“No. Just go alone.”

“Why?” You pry.

The discomfort caused by that question is followed by him trying to shut the conversation down, stating, “Can we talk about this when I get back. I don’t like this.”

You scoff at his stubbornness, “Why not?”

“It’s just because-“

“Why?” You whisper into his ear.

“You’re my wife.”

“Yeah, your work wife. I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal- wait.”

Mingyu hears the sound of the bathroom door opening as she stops. Quickly he rushes into one of the stalls and whispers to you in confusion. “What?”

“I knew it, you are jealous.�� grinning satisfyingly as you reveal the truth “I wanted to see if you’d actually cave into the guys showing interest in me and you did.”

His brain finally clicks, having found out what she was insinuating. “Not cool, Y/L/N. You could’ve just asked me how I feel about you.” He feigns being upset as the sound of the door closing signals that the other occupants in the washroom have left. “When is your reunion?” He asks wanting to keep his heart from beating out of his chest after his subtle confession.

“A week from today at my old high school.” She reassures him.

“Perfect, I’ll be back from this mission in three days.” Finally getting back to the ball room he watches the other agents on standby to follow his signal. “I can take you out on a real date the next time we meet before the reunion.”

To keep yourself from squealing, you cover your face and say a muffled, “I’d like that a lot.” The target comes into view on your security camera making a run towards the back exit where Mingyu was standing. “Gyu, our guys making an escape on your left.”

Sound of sirens could be heard in the background, as Mingyu corners their target in the gardens of the venue with the help of local police. He whispers a quick thank you to Y/N before heading to his rental car. For a moment he sits trying to take everything in.

His curiosity wins over him quite easily this time from having drank a little too much champagne, “I understand how you convinced Wonwoo to be part of your plan but how did you get Chan and Jeonghan?”

You simply tell him it’s a secret. He groans unsatisfied with that answer. You laugh it over for the most part, mentally reminding yourself to treat Wonwoo and Chan for helping out. From across your desk you see Jeonghan chatting away with Seungcheol, the two walk past the lab window to the direction of the cafeteria for lunch. You’re left wondering what he said to Mingyu as he was never a part of your plan.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen #lamarkeu #seventeen requests #spy!svt #kim mingyu #mingyu drabbles #mingyu imagines #mingyu #mingyu scenarios

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theprinceandthewitch · 2 years

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Edit 9/6/2022: I added context for certain points and cleaned it up a bit.

The main pairing doesn't work for me because there are very glaring flaws I can't overlook. Also when I write out all the stuff Luz and Hunter have going for them it's more interesting compared to what Luz and Amity have going on.

But for this one I'm just gonna be rambling about Luz and Hunter and some questionable writing choices involving them.

I'm putting this under a read more so I can go back and edit some stuff in I might have missed.

Let me start off with a list of all the Good stuff Luz and Hunter have going for them

1. They are literally narrative foils. They both go through a deconstruction of "The Chosen One" story archetype. Luz believed she arrived on the Boiling Isles to fulfill some kind of grand destiny while Hunter believed his destiny was planned out by the Titan.

2. They parallel Caleb and his Wild Witch lover. They really wrote Hunter (the only Grimwalker who looks the most like Caleb) running away from Philip to start a new life with an expecting witch (Luz, who is waiting for her palismen to hatch) like...

Okay so let me explain why this drives me crazy as someone who loves storytelling. Because this parallel doesn't start when Hunter is running away with Luz in Hollow Mind and stop in the season finale. It goes deeper than that - to a character arc level - and it goes all the way back to Hunting Palismen. This episode is the start of Hunters positive change arc and "betrayal." The person to spearhead his positive change arc and "betrayal" is our favorite WILD WITCH Luz. Completely unbeknownst to Hunter, the moment he lets Luz go he is taking a stand against Belos. And he's following Calebs footsteps by choosing a wild witch over Philip. That is so romantic it's crazy to me.

[I want to highlight that in their attempts to escape, they were both unsuccessful. Philip tracked down and murdered Caleb. And in the finale Philip hitches a ride on Hunter to follow him to the human realm.]

I also want to point out that Hunter knows how merciless Belos is. He tells Luz in Separate Tides that "the emperor is not a merciful man." We can see at the end of Hunting Palismen that Belos is physically abusive towards him. But despite knowing the very really threat of physical violence that will come if he fails this mission, Hunter still chooses to let her go. Hunters choice is extra crazy once you remember that his "uncle" was the one who took him in and gave him a future as a magicless being living in a magical world. The same "uncle" who has been telling him how dangerous wild magic is. So dangerous infact it took their (Belos' and Hunters') family away from them.

Luz really charmed her way into his heart during their brief truce to the point he chose a wild witch he barely knows over the man he owes everything to. All because she is the only person in his life to consider him a friend.

And most of the fanbase really couldnt figure out why some of us would ship them.

[Also no he didn't let her go because she saved his life, if he wanted to let her go for that reason we would have never raised his staff at her.]

3. Enemies to lovers potential between a witch and a witch hunter.

Edit 9/6/2022: Okay so again, this ties back to the past. Specifically to Caleb's life before arriving on The Boiling Isles. He would have grown up to become a witch- hunter because of the ideology of his society. In one of the flashback paintings we can see him and Philip as children idolizing witch-hunting. And in another painting, it looks like Caleb may have been on one of those witch-hunts as a teenager. We can also see him being "lured away" by magic, which indicates that despite his upbringing he is openminded enough to unlearn his harmful belief systems. Eventually, his mindset changes so much during his time on TBI that he chooses to run away with a witch and start a new life on an alien world. [There's also the possibility of him hiding the door from Philip, out of fear he'll bring others back to help him wipe out the people of The Boiling Isles.]

BASICALLY, what I'm trying to say is is that I think class traitors are very interesting. Because that's what Caleb was and all of the GG's who came after him follow that same path. They all inevitably forsake their dogmatic belief system to help others and to hopefully achieve a more fulfilling life. That's why I think this witch/witch hunter set-up is really neat.

I gotta say... its seriously fucked up for Philip to name the copy of his friend "Hunter" as a shorthand for witch hunter. And that he's been training copies of a man who fell in love with and wanted to start a family with a wild witch to help him hunt wild witches. That is so deeply deranged. Unfortunately for Philip, it's in Caleb's genes to be a decent human being who will always "betray" him. Because no version of Caleb is capable of being a close-minded and genocidal Puritan maniac like he is.

4. They both have a fascination for wild magic and share the struggle of trying to navigate a magical world without inherent magical abilities. And I do think if we were actually given more friendship development between them, Hunter would have actually learned how to use glyphs. Luz could learn what artifical magic is and maybe try to use it alongside wild magic.

5. Okay so I'm just adding this one because it makes for an interesting dynamic:

Luz: "At least you have your future figured out for you."

Hunter: "At least you can figure out yours."

6. Complimentary color schemes. This is honestly just something I love to see because it always makes the characters look whenever they're in a scene together.

7. Hunter is literally the type of boy she likes. Luz is into older, angsty warrior princes with facial wounds and tragic backstories who have a cute animal sidekick. Yeah im counting Hunter as a warrior type. Because in Any Sport in a Storm, Hunter tells Gus and Willow what kind of dangerous training Belos has put him through. And like... do you see how beat up the kid is? He's clearly gone through shit. And he's... literally a prodigy with artifical magic. While he's not super ripped like Nevarath he's still physically fit enough to chase Luz through the city and climb on top of a building twice, in Hunting Palismen.

Neverath and Hunter share some other superficial similarities: They have the slicked back hair, heeled boots, and where the same exact shoulder armor.

Also in the episode where King and Luz write a book, Luz draws herself kissing a prince who looks suspiciously like a beta version of Hunter. Like... she's into princes my dudes. Anyone who says otherwise is being deliberately obtuse lmao.

8. Luz: "...and maybe meet a hot yet vulnerable upperclassman." Amity isn't an upperclassman because she tells Luz what she needs to do to get into her grade.

9. Hunter is "coded" as a "princess stuck in a tower, kept prisoner by some kind of evil being." Luz frees him from that tower by showing him the truth about Belos. Through finding this painful truth his entire entity as the "special" golden guard chosen by the Titan completely shatters. But through this shattering he can make a new, authentic identity and start a new life with people who actually love him. I really dig this kind of subversion of the princess stuck in a tower trope honestly.

10. Luz telling Eda that she met someone very interesting in Latissa (the city in Hunting Palismen) and referred to Hunter as "a bad but sad boy". Hunter has a very funny reaction to her comment. His whole head blushes and he acts like he wants to give the human a piece of his mind. He's acting as if he wouldn't bend like a twig for Luz if she got in his way, again. Absolutely adorable on Hunters part.

11. Hunter would have never met Flapjack if it wasnt for Luz. Luz guided Flapjack directly to Hunter and showed him that even though hes made from wild magic he isnt dangerous. Edit: Without her he would have never gained his strongest system of emotional support. We also have to add this to the Caleb/Hunter parallels as Hunter is the only version of Caleb he's taken an interest in.

Now I want to talk about the more questionable writing choices that don't make sense to me:

1. What happened after Hollow Mind is incredibly OOC for Luz, Eda, and King. But I just want to highlight how OOC it is for Luz, specifically. It doesn't make sense for Luz to not go after Hunter. She literally saw what Belos does to the golden guards who "betray" him. She knows Belos will send scouts out to look for him. But she just lets him run into the woods in the middle of the night. She doesnt know that hes actually going to Hexside. Its not like he can outrun her because she can just use Edas staff to catch up to him. It doesn't matter how fast Hunter is, a staff is always going to be faster. And if she loses sight of him Flapjack can just take her to him. She doesn't make any attempt to go after him and even stays at the Owl House all night.

This is straight up bad writing. And the only reason why it's like this is because the writers thought it would have been too weird for Luz to spend a night comforting a boy who fits her type in boys and has more in common with her than her girlfriend does. Seriously, what other explanation is there? How else can you explain this OOC writing choice? Luz and Hunter NEEDED this bonding moment. Hunter needed someone there for him after his preconceptions of himself were shattered completely. He needed a strong support system, and he should have got that with Luz, Eda, and King.

But he doesn't get that. Luz, Eda, and King let him run away into the night. And then Luz decides to leave with King to find his family WITHOUT MAKING SURE HUNTER IS OKAY FIRST FOR A WHOLE WEEK.

Excuse me!? She's not even going to make sure Hunter is safe even though she knows Belos wants to kill him? For all she knows he could have fallen to his death in some ditch in the woods. And as you can see by the scratches on his face he DOES hurt himself during to trek from Eda's house to Hexside.

OKAY I GUESS.

Yeah it's totally in character for Luz to leave a kid who just ran out of her house having a full blown panic attack to run off to God knows where in the middle of the night. Knowing full well that the main villain wants to track him down to KILL HIM. And that Hunter, being a literal prince, probably doesn't know how to do basic shit for himself like cook or clean his clothes. Which by the way we get visual confirmation that he doesn't know how to do any of that. The next time we see him hes wearing stained, poorly patched clothes and eating food Flapjack finds in the trashcan.

Also why was it so imperative that Hunter had to go to Hexside and not go into hiding with Lilith and Eda? Seriously, he could have gone with Eda and Lilith when Luz had to leave with King.

What should have happened is that after Luz and Hunter spend the night comforting each other Hunter decided that Luzs suggestion of going into hiding with Lilith and Eda was his safest option. While Hunter and Lilith aren't exactly on great terms at least he knows her. And it's better for a child like Hunter, who doesnt know how to cook or even clean his clothes, to be with two adults who know how to and can teach him how to do that stuff. But more importantly this gives him the chance to learn wild magic so he can have more firepower when he inevitably faces off against Belos. And ya know... he can give Lilith and Eda some insider information about Belos only his former right hand man would know. This would have certainly been better than leaving him to fend for himself for a full 7 days.

2. Removing Hunter blushing from Hunting Palismen is weird to me. Was this removed as a way to deter people from shipping them? Because if so then... it didn't work. Because blushing doesn't consistute as romantic development. I know this show thinks that having two people who like each other blush alot at each other is thrilling romantic development... but it really isn't. Besides, Hunter and Luz got alot of interesting story bits going for them that can't be taken away from them just because you remove this one moment.

#lunter #goldenluz #these two are so unintentionally romantic it drives me crazy

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