#thanks for the ask I'd never have had this idea you genius

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"Technically" Not A Student

Summary: Reader is Alex Blake’s TA, and after a guest lecture, Spencer seems to take a liking to her .

Prompt:You’re Alex Blake’s TA when a Dr. Reid comes to guest lecture. Things get heated quickly when you're alone.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, guestlecturer!Spencer , age gap (roughly 10 years), car sex, heavy making out, unprotected sex, slight female masturbation, Spencer is smart and that's HOT, heavy sexual tension

Word Count: 5.1k

Being asked to be Alex Blake’s TA was the opportunity of a lifetime, and when it was presented to me as a first-year graduate student at Georgetown, I took it eagerly and never looked back. 

She had personally approached me after I’d finished a semester in her forensic linguistics class as a freshman, and commended me on my dedication to the material and my general work ethic, and then inquired if I’d ever consider filling out an application as her teaching assistant starting the next semester. 

I immediately agreed. It was a no-brainer. Blake was a seasoned professional in the career field I wished to enter, not to mention she’d been one of the best professors I’d had whilst taking classes at Georgetown. Knowing I’d be working so closely with her absolutely thrilled me. It provided opportunities I'd have never gotten otherwise.

For example, getting to sit in on the class the famed Spencer Reid would be lecturing on. 

She usually kept me quite busy, having me develop assignments and quizzes for her class when she had other responsibilities to attend to. I’d heard horror stories from other TA’s in which their supervisors would delegate ninety-nine percent of the work to their juniors, having them essentially teach the class for minimal recognition or pay. Blake wasn’t like that, and I was thankful. This time around though, she had very different instructions for me.

“You don’t need to prepare any material this time around.” Blake explained to me, and I nodded, listening diligently. “I’d just like you to sit in, and possibly take notes, as you see fit.” She added, and I flashed a polite smile, nodding. 

“No problem whatsoever. I’ll sit in the back so as to not bother any students as I do.” I replied, offering her as much convenience as I could within my actions.  

Secretly, I did want to catch more than a glimpse from the back of the room. I wanted to experience the esteemed colleague Blake had often spoken of with incredible fondness. I was aware he was slightly older than I was, and a bit socially inept from the way she described him in his stories, but I was also aware the man was a goddamn genius. She’d describe in precision the way Reid would pick up on patterns and leads faster than anyone else on the team, and his immense knowledge in multiple fields beyond criminal profiling. When she’d told me he had three pHDs, I had to hold back a gasp. I hadn’t even started my own doctorate, but the idea only exhausted me- and he had three?! Color me impressed. 

Blake, being as brilliant as she did, could sense the hidden enthusiasm in my eyes in meeting this man. 

“Honestly, I’d rather you sit in the front. If you’re taking notes for any student unable to attend, it’s more imperative that you know the contents of the lecture, rather than anyone else.” She said, smiling kindly. 

“That’s absolutely alright with me.” I say, even quicker than before, nodding, thoughtfully. In reality, the only thing I was thinking about was how close I’d be near the man. I had no idea what he looked like, what he sounded like, but something about him made my stomach flutter. 

“I’m sure Dr. Reid would be interested in meeting you, as well. He takes special interest in anyone pursuing our line of work.” Blake added. She didn’t mean for it to happen, but the words made my cheeks light up with a hint of embarrassment.

I don’t know why, but he intimidated the hell out of me. The idea of him taking interest in a conversation with me made my heart beat slightly faster, and I nodded. I tried to convince myself that my nerves came from a purely professional standpoint, but regardless of my intentions, I was absolutely exhilarated by our imminent meeting.

While I knew there'd be initial awkwardness when I'd meet him, given my idolization of the man, I didn’t account for how terrible it’d actually be when I realized how fucking attractive he was. It was almost unfair. I was already tripping over the words I planned on saying in my head, and now he looked like that?

It was cruel.

The soft, doe eyes paired with sharp cheekbones. The slope of his nose, and the mess of brown curls atop his head. Every word out of his mouth was made even prettier by the soft curve and pinkness of his lips, and I found myself wanting to lunge over the table and kiss the hell out of him.

Needless to say, not the right thoughts to have about your professor’s (older) coworker. 

 While I was initially going to introduce myself to Dr. Reid before his lecture, hopefully establishing myself as a serious individual regarding my studies and eventual career, I shied away, opting for Blake to introduce me instead, nodding politely when he made eye contact with me, exchanging a quiet “hello” and taking my seat in the front.

That was it. And probably how it should be, considering I genuinely couldn’t think straight around him. Students began filtering in, and I took my spot at the front of the room, crossing my legs and beginning to outline his lecture as he began to speak. 

He was a brilliant lecturer, and it was honestly criminal he didn’t do this for a living. He gesticulated wildly throughout the whole of it, but every word of his was punctuated with a genuine passion that even some of the best professors on campus lacked. I did my best to diligently keep up with every point he brought up, but with how fast he spoke, it was difficult. Still, an effort was made. 

If that wasn’t enough to deal with, I swear the man kept making eye contact with me for the duration of his lecture. At first I believed I was imagining it, that his eyes kept drifting to mine by coincidence, but by the third time, I’d realized that everytime my eyes left his figure to scribble something, I’d look up to see his dark eyes boring into my soul, almost as if he was trying to solve me with a glance. It was intense and made my stomach turn in a way which wasn’t entirely unpleasurable, but I forced myself to remain professional.

 Blake did not need to see me absolutely lusting after her coworker, even if he was utterly fit. 

Anyway, he was probably only making eye contact considering I was in the front, and probably in an optimal spot for his eyes to focus on whilst addressing the whole of the class. Still, the way his gaze was trained on mine, reaching the deepest parts of my soul didn’t help the growing heat between my legs. 

I forced myself to focus on the board, my notes, anything but those godforsaken eyes for the rest of the lecture. Anytime we made eye contact afterwards, I’d quickly look down, like I’d been caught doing something terrible. 

Was anyone else seeing this? Was I insane and made delusional by my unexpected attraction to this man? Was he seriously making me wet just by looking at me? 

Yes. 

Sooner than anyone wanted, the lecture period had completed and Dr. Reid was finishing up. The students were absolutely enamored, especially the girls, as expected. Of course it wouldn’t be just me who’d noticed that in addition to being accomplished in his intelligence, he was also ridiculously easy on the eyes.

Blake stood in the corner, watching her students vacate the space, while some held back to talk to Dr. Reid as he packed his things. He seemed a bit shy at all the attention, but didn’t hesitate in explaining concepts to seemingly eager students, giving them all a soft, shy smile. 

God help me, he was adorable. How was I falling for a man I’d never even spoken a word to? 

I’d never left the classroom before Blake did, so as she stayed, I did as well, until the three of us were the only ones left in the room.  Blake smiled, walking up to Dr. Reid with her hands in her pocket. 

“You worked up quite the fanbase, Reid.” Blake said, a little playful.

Reid replied somewhat bashfully. “You have a great bunch of students.” He flashed a small smile at her as they spoke, still packing up his things. 

 The dynamic between my superior and the man was obviously sweet. They almost looked familial, which made sense. Blake had commented here and there that she managed to spend more time with the BAU with her actual family. I’m sure the latter was the same for Spencer. He probably had a doting girlfriend at home, ready to welcome him in her arms and I mentally kicked myself again for being so attracted to him.

He was nearly ten years older, for god’s sake! Enough! I screamed at myself. 

 I was brought out quite suddenly from my thoughts when Blake spoke in my direction. “This is (Y/N), my teaching assistant.” Reid came in my direction as I got up and approached him, offering a hand to me. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. Blake told me who you were, but we weren’t properly introduced.” 

I gave a firm shake to his hand, which I noticed was calloused and smooth at the same time. God, even his hands were pretty. He had long, slender fingers with short-kept nails. They were veiny, and looked strong. I couldn’t help but imagine what they’d feel like inside of me, buried in the heat of my core as I begged him for more.. more.. 

I forced the thought out of my head, only nodding again at the handsome man. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” I say, forcing myself to be professional.

Stop thinking about fucking him! 

“Spencer works just fine.” He says, imparting a kind smile that nearly made my knees weak. Did he have any idea the embarrassing effect he was having on me? 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blake looking at the two of us with a bit of a strange expression on her face. I let go of his hand and took a step back. Oh god. Could she tell? If she could, she said nothing. She gave us both a kind smile, before grabbing her own things.

“(Y/N)?” She called out, starting to walk to the door. “Mind locking up for me tonight?” She said, already throwing her keys to me. 

“That’s fine by me.” I say, grabbing her keys mid-air. I was used to this. Blake often wanted to leave a bit quicker than I did, and I was more than happy to assist in any way possible. What I didn’t realize, was that this left me and Spencer in the room alone, something I wanted to avoid, considering how fucking awkward this man was rendering me with so much as a glance at me.

I heard Blake leave, and as she quietly closed the door behind her, I leaned against a desk, keeping my eyes down as Spencer continued to pack his own things. I tried to not let my gaze drift to him, as I waited for him to finish up. 

I let my thoughts wander to the lecture, and couldn’t shake the feeling he’d evoked in me when he looked at me like that. This was honestly ridiculous. The man had barely spoken ten words to me, and here I was, absolutely mooning over him. It was a new low for me, but in my defense being a graduate student meant I didn’t have much time to get my .. needs fulfilled.

“That’s why” I convinced myself. I just hadn’t gotten laid in a really long time. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“So, you’re a criminology student?” Spencer says, suddenly, breaking me out of my trance. 

I looked up, nodding. I responded on pure habit and instinct. ‘Yes, I’m in the process of getting my Masters in Criminology.” I said, nearly robotic. 

“That must be interesting.” Spencer replied, flashing me a sweet smile that caused an entirely new slew of butterflies to erupt in my stomach. “I never studied criminology specifically, but the classes I took interested me.” 

“Blake told me you had three pHDs.” I acknowledged, trying to return his smile, but in all honesty, I probably looked like an idiot. I was nervous as hell, and hoped he couldn’t tell. It wasn’t my fault. He was awe-causing. A sight to behold, if you will, in intelligence and appearance. 

He laughed good naturedly, “Yeah. Three.” He must’ve noticed the stars in my eyes, because he continues. “As well as a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and Sociology. And I’m working on another in Philosophy.” He finishes with a smug, boyish type of smile. 

What was previously stars in my eyes, was now full blown shock all over my face. “Wow, Spencer.” I said, a little dumb-struck. “That’s.. a lot.” I add, a little stupidly, giving him a little laugh. 

He sweetly scratched his neck, revealing his self-consciousness. “Yeah? You think?” He says, a small smirk in his voice, and I laughed again. “You think I should stop after Philosophy?” 

“Totally. Save some knowledge for us.” I teased. It was comfortable. He was surprisingly easy to get used to. He was affable, despite how daunting his knowledge was. 

“Hey, you try graduating before you’re a teenager.” He defends himself, playfully. “Not much to do, really.” 

I laugh. “I don’t know.” I say, throwing my hands up a little. “Play ball? Run around?” I joke, and he makes a face at that, scrunching up his nose. 

“Not my thing.” He replies, smoothly, and I laugh. 

“Alright, fine. Keep your degrees doctor man.” And he laughs at my joke. Like, a real laugh. I didn’t even find my own rhetoric particularly humorous, but knowing that I’d gotten him to react like that made my cheeks glow. 

He finished packing the last of his things and slung his satchel bag over himself, starting to walk over to the door. I made sure to gather all my things, and walked to the door with him. He held it open for me, and I nodded my head in thanks, and he let it shut behind us. I turned around to lock it, using Blake’s keys and placing them in my bag securely, before looking at him. 

“Well, Spencer. It was nice meeting you, thank you for the lecture it was-” I start, but he interrupts me. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” He interjected, looking a little shy as he did. I smiled a little confusedly, wondering why he’d want to do so, but I gave him my answer, nonetheless. 

“I don’t have a car. I usually take the bus back to my apartment.” I explained, smiling softly. 

“The bus?” He says,  quirking his mouth to the side. “Isn’t it a bit late for that?” He replies, a hint of concern in his voice. 

I gave a little sigh, “I mean, it’s fine.” I say, trying to laugh a little. “I’ve done it before.” I add, attempting to ease the worry out of his voice. “It’s not that late.” I say, but he simply shakes his head. 

“No way.” He says, still adamant on this. “I.. I can drive you home, if you’d like?” He says, his words going slightly on the higher pitch as he rolled out his proposal, and I gave a small grin at that. 

“Really? If it’s a hassle I can seriously just take the bus. I wouldn’t want you to keep anyone waiting at home or-” 

He interjects again. “No hassle. I promise. I want to.” He pauses, before adding, “No one at home. You’re probably going to be the last person I see today.” He seems to blush at his final admission, and my eyes widen in interest. No girlfriend? Score. 

“Alright, Spencer.” I say, smiling again. “Lead the way.” 

He led me to his car, an old-fashioned Volvo and I couldn’t help myself from gawking at it.

“God, you have a cool car too? Is there anything about you that isn’t interesting?” I say, aware I was probably stroking his ego a bit, but honestly I wanted to. The man was just so damn intriguing, and every new bit of information I learned about him only made me want to unravel the whole of him. To truly know him, in and out. 

He laughed, using his keys to manually unlock the door. “Oh, trust me. I’m plenty boring. The car is probably my only saving grace.” He joked, and I laughed again as I got into the car. 

“Oh, I highly doubt that, but if you say so.” I say, sweetly, and adding a light tone of flirtatiousness in my tone. He seems to blush at this again, and I begin to think about the events of day. The stares in class, the perpetual rosy tint on his cheeks that had been there since we began our conversation, the way he joked and laughed at my (admittedly, unfunny) jokes. 

Oh god. Did he like me? 

Only one way to find out. 

As Spencer got in the car and began driving onto the main road, I looked at him, trying to put on my best, innocent smile. “So, you said you’re not going home to anyone?” I say, a softness to my tone, but an undeniable hunger in it as well. 

“Uh.” He responds, that damned blush coming on, strong. “Yes.” He replies, nodding as he keeps his eyes on the road. 

“So, you don’t have a girlfriend?” I ask, a bit forwardly. 

Now he’s really blushing, stuttering a bit. “Oh, no. No girlfriend. Not much time, given the BAU and our schedule.” He said, almost clinically, and I nodded. 

“I mean, Blake has a husband.” I point out, a little smugly. 

“I guess.” He says, sighing a bit. “But, you know.” He says. He vaguely gestures to himself, and I look at him a little confused, tilting my head at him.

“Spencer, I have no idea what you’re trying to say.” I say, with a little giggle. “But trust me, you’re absolutely gorgeous.” I continue, before I can stop myself.

He looks at me, giving me a soft smirk, and a raise of his eyebrows. He didn’t look uncomfortable, and honestly looked just as thrilled as I did, and I knew that this night had a good chance of going the way I wanted it too. 

“Ah, you’re sweet.” Spencer replies, “But no. I just mean, I’m.. me. You know?” He says, trying to explain his (non-existent) shortcomings, but I just shake my head. 

“You don’t give yourself much credit, you know?” I attempt to say with that amorous tone from before, but it was more overcome with genuine respect and admiration. “You’re smart, funny and nice to be around, I mean.” I pause. “Did you not see the absolute crowd of girls around you after the lecture? Trust me, Spencer. I bet you’re more than easy to be with, even easier to like.” The words rush out of me, and I watch him tentatively for his reaction to my words. 

Instead of the sweet side smile he’d been offering me all night, he finally looked at me. The car had come to a stop at a red light, and his face was dangerously sexy as it was illuminated by the colored glow around us. 

“And what do you think?” Spencer says, in a low tone, making direct eye contact with me. 

I feel my stomach turn at the sudden directness in his words, his gaze nearly devouring me whole. I felt my mouth go dry and I swallow, trying to keep my tone steady. 

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice having a slight shake to it. 

“I mean, what do you think about me? Do you.. like me?” He says, licking his lips slightly, and the action causes the previous heat between my legs to come by in full force. 

“Oh, I mean.” I say, my previous confidence dissipating in an instant. “Well, yes, Dr. Reid. Everyone liked you today.” I say, trying to give more of a conservative answer now.

The man had a way of making me feel totally comfortable around him, and then flipping the switches, rendering me dumb and stuttering. Like I was now. 

“Oh, so I’m Doctor Reid now.” He says, clicking his tongue and saying the words with an air of lighthearted teasing, but I only bit my lip, hurriedly trying to explain myself. 

“I mean, it's your title.” I say, quickly, trying to justify myself. “I mean, you said it yourself- three pHDs. It’d be pretty shitty to just discard the years taken to achieve that. Um. Well. You’re a genius so probably not as long, but still! Calling you doctor is a sign of respect for your accomplishments and-”

“You're cute.” He interrupts, and I look back at him to see his eyes back on the road, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

The light around us turned green, and he started the car. I picked at my nails slightly, trying not to display any more signs of nervousness around him. I wanted to do something with him, at least, and that couldn't happen if I was a bumbling mess.

We drove in relative silence for the next few minutes, as I tried to gather my thoughts and possibly continue what we’d been building up to these past few hours, but a quick glance at the windows and the road we were on caused me to furrow my brows.

“Oh, this isn’t the way to my apartment.” I remark absentmindedly, looking at the window beside me, then in front. “I live near the train station, off east?” I offer, expecting him to fully make a turn back towards the direction I’d prompted him towards, but he didn’t even flinch, continuing on the more secluded road we’d entered.

“I know.” He said, glancing at me once more, actually applying more pressure to the gas pedal, causing us to go faster down the terrain. 

Okay, fuck. He was an FBI agent, so I didn’t have to worry about him murdering me, right? Wait, no, that’s stupid. He could probably get away with it. No! He’s Blake’s friend. Her coworker. For the goddamn FBI. He wouldn’t murder me. What the fuck was going on? 

I watched as Spencer pulled off to the side of the road, darkness surrounding us entirely. There weren't any other cars around, and it was silent in the car before I bit my lip, and started to speak.

“Did I.. offend you?” I ask, cautiously. No reply. I try again. “Why did we stop?” I add, trying to test the waters with him to see what he was thinking at that moment. 

“I thought I could wait before we got to your place, but I need to know now.” He replied, a sudden urgency in his voice. He turned towards me, watching me with a dark, intense gaze, similar to the one he'd given me in class that day. “Do you want me? Am I reading this wrong with you? Because if I am, we can completely forget it and I can drop you home but (Y/N)..” He paused. He made direct eye contact with me and once again I found myself wanting to swim in those dark eyes of his. “I want you.” He said, his voice low and raspy. 

I didn't give it much thought as I gave into my urges and surged towards his lips the best I could in the car. He responded immediately, bringing me closer with his hands and placing them on either side of my face, moving his lips against mine in a perfected rhythm. I used my fingers to quickly undo my belt, before climbing over the console to sit in his lap, getting closer without our lips disconnected once. He understood my actions and intentions immediately, pulling the seat back so I could rest more comfortably in his lap as we continued to kiss. 

I knotted my hands in his hair, giving an experimental tug which elicited a low moan from his mouth. I grinned against his lips and his hands moved from my face to his hips, bringing my clothed core to rest right against his growing bulge, which I immediately moved against. He let out a sharp breath as I did and broke the kiss. 

“Oh god. I’m sorry.” He said, breathlessly, hands on my hips. “I don’t know what came over me and-” 

He looked almost frantic, and incredibly guilty, so I quickly leaned in for a peck, stopping him mid sentence. I brought my hands to his shoulders to rub them soothingly, and he seemed to relax in my touch. 

“Spencer, calm down.” I say, nearly purring. “I want this.” I continue, rubbing patterns into his arms now. “Please.” 

“You’re Blake’s student.” He murmurs, using one of his hands to run through already messy brown curls. “What am I doing?” He says, almost to himself, looking ready to stop our tryst. 

I realize he was attempting to backtrack from this, and before he could continue his train of thought, I quickly leaned in from my position on his lap to start kissing his neck, trailing wet hot kisses down the column before whispering. “I’m not her student.” 

He pulls away to look at me, biting his lip. “What?” 

“I was her student last semester. I’m her teaching assistant now.” I smirk a little, licking my lips. “Technically not a student of hers.” 

He seemed to take in my words for a moment, and then something in him shifted, and he lunged at me again, kissing me with even more ferocity. He absolutely devoured me, his hands everywhere at this point. Caressing my sides, in my hair, on the small of my back. He brought me closer to him in any way he could, pressing our bodies against each other in a frenzied manner that caused the wetness between my legs to increase tenfold. 

“Wanted you.. as soon as I saw you.” He murmurs against my lips as we caught our breath in between kisses. “Knew it was wrong but..” 

I nodded. I understood. I was the same. 

“Fuck.” I moaned, as I felt the bulge resting below me get even harder. “Spencer, please. Don’t make me wait.” 

“Impatient.” He remarked, smirking, now beginning his own line of kisses down my neck, making me moan in pleasure. 

“Please.” I breathed out, my words being reduced to a squeak as he bit my neck gently, and my eyes fluttered shut. I was melting right in his damn hands, just like he wanted. 

His hands started to work at the buttons on my jeans, and I sighed in relief, lifting up my hips to allow them to be tugged off, leaving me in my underwear. His slender fingers traced the seam, leaving me shuddering with pleasure for the man in front of me. I tried once more, breathlessly murmuring at him.

“Please. Please.” 

“Use your words, baby.” He whispered, a devilish smirk on his face. I was too far-gone to care about what I looked like. I needed him so badly. 

“I need you to fuck me, now.” I say, clearer. “I need it, Spencer.” 

Something about me using his name, nearly moaning for the man when he’d barely touched me stirred something in him, and he started to undo his own slacks, freeing his cock from the confines of his briefs. I watched in fascination as it sprung out, and took in a sharp breath of air. I licked my lips before making eye contact with him, begging for us to get on with it at this point. He nodded, understanding my desperation and I smiled dumbly, beginning to lift my hips. He guided his cock to my heat and placed his free hand on the small of my back, slowly guiding me down his member.

I moaned softly as I felt him enter me, providing me with the most delicious stretch. I threw my head back in pleasure as he brought both his hands to my hips urging me down. 

“That’s it. God, fuck. You feel so good.” He moaned, which only made me want to take more of him. I lowered myself down a bit faster, and he released a heavy groan as his hips met mine. I whimpered slightly, his length filling me up perfectly. A thin sheen of sweat had gathered on my brow and I leaned my forehead, adjusting to his size. 

“You good?” He breathed out, using his hand to brush a piece of hair that had stuck itself on my brow, and I nodded. 

“Yeah, just.” I took a deep breath, before licking my lips, looking up before nodding.

I slowly lifted myself off, letting the head of his arousal nestle in me before I slammed back down, eliciting moans from both of us. He began to match my movements in tandem, thrusting up into me wildly. I held onto his shoulders, burying myself in his neck as we went faster. I could feel his tip hitting my cervix every time, causing me to cry out with pleasure every single time. 

I felt my orgasm rapidly approach, and Spencer seemed to sense this as well, considering the involuntary clenches I was giving around his cock. He let his hand slip down to where our bodies met and rubbed tight, fast circles around my clit, encouraging my release. 

“Come on, pretty girl. Come all over my cock. You can do it.” He breathed out, watching my every move with a hunger I'd never experienced before.  

It took a few more thrusts from him, combined with the insistent fingers at my bundle of nerves before my thighs began shaking, and I let out a chorus of moans, most of them sounding like strangled versions of his name as I coated his cock in my wetness, spurring him on to go faster inside me, bucking into me like a man possessed. 

He continued to jut into me wildly, until I felt him finish inside me, coating my walls with his release. He breathed shakily, holding me close to him as I slumped over his shoulder, my chest heaving up and down as I came down from the intensity of the previous moment. 

He affectionately removed me from his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, the tenderness and gentleness in his actions contrary to what we had just done. I pulled back with a dazed smile, taking in how pretty he looked. 

“If it’s alright, I’d love to take you out for coffee sometime.” He said, still a bit breathless, and a shy smile appeared on his face.

I giggled. He was literally still inside me, and was asking me out on a date with a boyish nervousness that made him even harder to resist. 

“For you Dr Reid? Anything.” 

ahh! writing this was a beast, and i imagined it to be longer but i got what i wanted in less words haha. i hope you guys liked this. any reblogs, comments, likes are so so appreciated i know it sounds totally stupid, but your guys' support means a lot lot lot!! thank you!!! <3

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[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.

That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.

The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.

So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.

Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.

He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.

Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.

Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.

"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."

He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."

"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.

"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."

"At least you know your limits."

"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."

"It was."

"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."

Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"A few times," she blushed.

"Well, it needs to be said more!"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."

Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.

"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.

"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.

The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!

"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!

"An-an answer?"

"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."

They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!

Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.

"-even listening?"

Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.

Good job not panicking, Danny.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

hello! if you accept requests for one peaceLive action (I hope)

could you write reader x sanji and I have a strange idea

what if with reader flirting.... another cook? and Sanji feels not just jealousy, but double jealousy... it's very strange, I know, but still I think it's quite interesting.

thank you in advance🙏💕

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The smell of spices, ripe fruit and freshly made food hits your nostrils. It's markets like this that truly show the genius loci of the place. Mobs of people roll through the narrow spaces between stalls that are bending under the weight of displayed products.

You glance at Sanji, who's walking next to you. Judging by the bliss on his face, you'd think you're in heaven and not some unmarked island in the middle of nowhere.

Then a specific aroma reaches you - something you haven't smelled in a long time but could never forget. It's tangy, creamy and herbal...

"Can you smell it?" you turn to Sanji, suddenly stopping in your tracks. Excitement bubbles inside your chest and cherished memories of beautiful days with wonderful people flash before your eyes.

"You'll have to be a little more precise, love," he answers with undeniable fondness in his voice. His thumb is softly rubbing the skin of your hand.

"Lemon tarragon sauce," you say as if it's the most obvious thing. Looking around, you catch a glimpse of a pot filled with yellow-ish, creamy dip. "Right there!"

Tugging at his arm, you pull him in the direction of the stall and the source of the delightful smell. The market stand is managed by a man around your age. He has a head full of black, dense curls that perfectly suit his tanned skin. There's a clean dish towel tied around his neck as if it's an ascot. Skilled, muscular hands move between pans, pots and counters as he's restlessly grilling meat, fish and prawns to put them in cones made from newspaper and layer the tarragon sauce on top.

The street cook looks up from the dishes when he notices customers approaching. As his dark eyes set on you, the man suddenly perks up and a playful smile curves his raspberry-coloured lips.

"Mademoiselle," he says with a certain intensity to his voice. It almost sounds like he's asking you something.

Sanji immediately cringes at the man's tone. This suave, decadent drawl is something he's also used the very first time he saw you. And considering the fact that you're tightly holding his hand, it had worked perfectly. Now just to make sure that this terragon-smelling, ascot-wearing sleazy guy isn't as successful.

"How can I thank you for brightening up my day?"

"I'd love a serving of prawns with tarragon sauce," you say thrilled. It seems that you're either missing the flirtatious aura surrounding the man or you're willfully ignoring them.

Sanji feels his chest tighten and a bitter taste fills his mouth. Why would you be so excited about someone else's cooking? Worse - what if you will prefer that guy's food over his?

The street cook gets to grilling freshly caught prawns. His fingers skilfully dance in the air as he seasons the seafood and mixes it in the pan. Garlic and lemon pepper fragrances overthrow your senses.

The ascot-wearing man gives you a curious look. "What are you looking for at the end of the world, flower?" he asks.

But before you can answer, Sanji cuts in. "We're on a shore leave," he answers coldly. "Won't stay for long."

"That's a shame," the local chef continues unaffected by Sanji's impertinence. His eyes are fixed on you, eating you up like you're the local delicacy and not the seafood in the pan. "At night the island looks even better. Not that it could compare," he says with a wink.

In a swift move, the man moves the prawns from the pan onto a page from a newspaper. He quickly rolls the paper into a cone. Clearly, he's been doing this for a very long time.

"You're from around here, right?" you carry on the conversation.

"Born and raised, ma cherie," he answers with pride. That shouldn't come as a surprise - ever since the Marines built a base on the surrounding archipelago, the islands have been filled with immigrants who couldn't care less about local traditions and customs.

Sanji feels his irritation only growing, hearing how the pet name rolls off the man's tongue naturally, as though he's calling you by your given name. It feels wrong down to the marrow of his bones.

"So, as a local, can you recommend something to pass the time?"

The bitterness Sanji involuntarily tastes on his tongue is mixed with sweetness that only you can bring him. Of course you don't notice the flirtatious tone - you just want the tarragon sauce and something fun to do before tomorrow comes and the Straw Hats are off for another voyage.

Then, another nice thought stirs inside his head. Maybe you're too deep in love with Sanji to even notice another man's interest? The idea makes him giddy like he's a schoolgirl with a crush. He almost misses the next part of the conversation, too busy with his adorable, a little cringy, daydream:

"While the weather is still good and the nights are warm, skinny dipping is quite popular," the local cook answers while pouring tarragon sauce over the grilled prawns. "Much better with good company," he purrs out. "Prawns with tarragon sauce, on the house." The man hands you your order but with only one cocktail stick as though the blond chef next to you doesn't count as a customer.

Excited, you take the paper cone from the street vendor. But before you can try the food, Sanji takes the stick and takes the first bite.

A frown enters his face as he chews the prawn. Then he sighs in disappointment.

"Do you seriously call this cooking?" he asks the ascot-wearing man. His voice is laced with anger and disbelief. "A fishman would make a better sauce. It's missing white wine and anise. And there's too much garlic."

You hiss his name out but Sanji appears unaffected. Forcing a polite smile, you turn to the street vendor, who's glancing between you and your boyfriend with a look of superiority. "Thank you for the food and sorry for Grumpy over here."

Only when you're a few paces away from the vendor and definitely out of earshot, do you confront Sanji about his mordant humor.

"No need to get snappy."

He forces his lips into a thin line. "His food is shit and he keeps making piss poor attempts at flirting when you're clearly," he lifts your intertwined fingers, "not a mademoiselle." Although Sanji quotes the word in mockery, it sounds delicious coming from him. If you weren't already sharing his bed, right now you'd be seriously considering it. Planning it even.

"So that's what this is about?" you ask as laughter forces its way out of your chest. Considering how whipped you are for Sanji, it seems ridiculous that you could think romantically about other men. "You're jealous about a smooth-talking cook. Sounds like someone I know."

"Does it?" he picks up on your banter. That familiar, playful smile returns to his face. His eyes momentarily light up, flashing you a glint of various emotions: desire, amusement, adoration. "How many smooth-talking cooks have you seduced?"

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head dramatically. "Don't know. Never bothered to count. I'm just looking for someone to make me lemon tarragon sauce any time I want."

Sanji's hand again rubs the skin of your palm. His other hand reaches for your face, fingers brushing against your jaw. "For you, little dove, I'd make tarragon sauce every day."

"With white wine and anise?" you ask, leaning in slightly. His scent of cigarette smoke and frying oil fills your lungs. Suddenly, the market around you is nonexistent and there's only Sanji.

"The best lemon tarragon sauce you've ever had," he murmurs against your face. His nose brushes against your cheeks.

"I already have the best."

His lips taste like lemons, butter and herbs when he kisses you. Honestly, this is the best version of the sauce you've ever had.

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Far More Than Just A Mask

I'd like to thank @cloudninetonine for giving me the confidence to come out of the shadows and start posting the fics I write. I haven't really posted anything before, so I'm still figuring out how to use the Tumblr posting format. I'd also like to shout out @yanderelinkeduniverse @neverchecking @gliphyartfan @luimagines @yourlocaltreesimp and @wayfayrr as I was also inspired by their writings and content in general. To whoever stumbles across my fic and enjoys it, please go give these amazing people some love! With that being said, I'd also like to express my gratitude towards @linkeduniverse for their amazing work as their comics are what this fic is based off of. I hope everyone enjoys!

TW: Yandere themes, blood, possession, creeps be creepy

Your entrance into this journey filled with world hopping and a band of men all dubbed strange and woefully bad nicknames was… interesting. Thankfully enough, it wasn’t a truck send off level of isekai but it wasn’t the go to sleep and then wake up somewhere else type either. No, it was deciding to venture out at night for a rather dumb reason, immediately get lost, stumble across a strange portal, proceed to be chased into said portal by a pure black shadow with red eyes, and then stumble around in a forest you very much didn’t recognize. And then, of course, you stumbled across them.

They had dubbed their group The Chain since they were all Link (based on the expressions made when you were informed of this, it was clear who did and didn’t like the idea). After the initial shock based, you were suddenly bombarded with questions about… everything, really. The sheer amount of attention, combined with knowing a lot more than you should (in their eyes but they didn’t need to know that to the full extent), caused you to freeze. Well, internally freeze. As cooly as you could, you tried to answer the many questions thrown your way as truthfully as you deemed necessary.

“What’s your Hyrule like?”

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t have one? What does that mean? Are you before Hyrule exists or did your Link… fail?” “I just don’t have one. It… never existed. A lot of what exists for you doesn’t for me- not outside of fairy tales, that is. Magic, fairies, multiple civilizations of different species, and more.”

“Why are your ears clipped? Is it a sort of fashion statement or a punishment?”

“Neither. I’m not Hylian, I’m human. Humans are similar to Hylians but we don’t have pointed ears and are usually a little taller than the average Hylian.”

“Why are your clothes so… weird…”

“They’re not weird to me. You guys certainly are, though.”

And the questions continued. After days of asking questions, which quickly broke past barriers and dug deeper than you were comfortable with, The Chain relented a little. It was clear as day that they didn’t trust you, not a bit, but they still “added” you to their little entourage. Dark Link, or Dink as they called him, had still pushed you through that portal like it did for the rest of them. Meaning, somehow, that you were fated to be a part of the Chain even though you were very far from being a Link. In truth, you knew probably half of them believed you might be colluding with the entity and were simply keeping tabs on you. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, as they say.

Thankfully, you weren’t a complete dead weight. You didn’t mind doing chores since you surely couldn’t battle. Despite some of your “exotic” looks (largely your ears, they’re still getting over that), merchants and townsfolk seemed to open up a bit easier to you. Plus, a lot of creatures from the mundane to mystical quite liked you for whatever reason. Were you not in the Champion’s Hyrule, that may not have stuck out as much as it did. On top of that, you knew first-aid better than most of them did. You were no genius in medicine, but you knew enough about the human body (thank you Forensic Files). You also had the “remedies” your Nana often chose over medicine- a lot less helpful in your world, but far more useful in nearly any Hyrule given the more mystical nature of, well, everything.

It took nearly two weeks for the mock friendliness to turn genuine and nearly a month and a half for everyone (including Legend, though he’ll deny it even if he were six feet under) to have a bit of trust in you. It wasn’t like the bonds they had with each other nor the ones you had with your friends back home, but it was something and that something showed. That fact certainly helped you sleep a bit easier during the night.

So now, here you sit around a campfire with the Chain after yet another day of traveling. Despite sitting in a circle, everyone was still a little grouped up and remained chatting in that group. Hyrule, Wild, and Wind were all conversing with each other in semi-hushed tones which made you believe some level of tomfoolery was sure to happen in the coming days. Sky, Four, and Wars were simply chatting about random things. Legend and Twilight were off on patrolling duty at the moment which was a bit of a balm for you given just how… prickly the Vet was in regards towards you at times (you knew it was mostly show, but that didn’t stop it from being aggravating). All of this left Time and you sitting beside each other in silence as one surveyed the camp and its occupants with a well-trained eye and the other lightly zoned out.

Although semi-zoned out, you weren’t entirely oblivious to the world. Your eyes drifted around and loosely observed the scenery although it was regarded as little more than static to your brain. By chance, your eyes drifted downwards and caught eye of a trinket that often sat on the hip of Time- a mask. Not just any mask, though. You hadn’t played Majora’s Mask before but you saw snippets of it and knew what the Fierce Deity mask was. You noticed from day one that Time- rather foreign in your eyes given the design you were used to- partly had the mask’s markings on his face. You had many guesses as to why that was, but you didn’t ask any.

“No- you can’t try it on,” Time speaks up as he quickly notices your stare at the mask. It jolts you a little as you didn’t realize just how long you had been staring at the aforementioned trinket.

“Oh? I wasn’t going to ask to but… well, now I’m curious as to why you don’t want me to. Is it special to you? I’ve never seen anyone else touch it before,” you ask as you stare at the mask in partly feigned curiosity, avoiding Time’s stare. Faking ignorance had grown to be second nature by now.

“Because everyone else knows that it’s good to stay away from it lest you risk tragedy. It’s a magical mask but the power it holds is… potent. Rather, who it holds,” Time cryptically answers with a small grin. It brings a little grin to your face as well that the mask wasn’t too sore a subject for the Old Man, but it was best to tread the waters lightly.

“Who it holds? There’s… a person in there?” You ask.

“Not just a person- a god. It’s called the Fierce Deity Mask as it holds a god of war within it. Put on the mask, and you become something of a vessel for him to use. Naturally, doing so is dangerous- extremely so- so don’t expect to be seeing it in use any time soon,” Time answers with a lit of strictness at the end.

“Can I… at least touch it? Or hold it?” You push, curious about many things in relation to the mask. What did a magical mask feel like in your hands? Could you feel the power of Fierce Deity wanting to be released? Could you maybe even hear him? Would your heart begin to pump loudly, as if trying to sync with a war drum? Time can practically hear your unasked questions, it seems, as he detaches the mask from his belt and hands it to you.

It’s weighty in your hands. Not heavy, but weighty. Its texture is smooth and makes it feel a little bit more like fine pottery than wood. Despite that, you knew you wouldn’t be able to break it by accidentally or purposefully dropping it (could it ever be broken? What would happen if it was?). Despite the chill in the air, the mask was warm. Something that could easily be attributed to being nearly sandwiched between your’s and Time’s body, but you felt like that wasn’t the case. Aside from that, the mask was almost… underwhelming. “What? Expecting something grand to happen?” Time lets out a short and breathy chuckle at the puzzled expression that must be on your face at the moment. “Yeah… I guess so,” You mumble, still holding the mask and looking at it in the eyes- or rather eye sockets. Randomly, you hold the mask up and away from you as if it were someone face to face with you.

“Hello, Fierce Deity, I’m (Name). A… pleasure to meet you? At least, somewhat…”

A beat of silence. And then another. And then another. And th-

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! D-Did you seriously just introduce yourself to a mask?!”

Your face burned crimson at Wind’s howling laughter and remark. Many others shared his laughter, including Time himself. Naturally, you looked straight down at your lap and didn’t even resist having Time take the mask back. So caught up in your embarrassing action, you and everyone missed the slight vibration the mask gave off. The second Time put the mask back on his hip was the moment you decided you’d turn in for the night.

Of course, your luck was little and fickle so some of the boys decided to poke at you further come the next day. While you settled beside a stream to wash clothes, it didn’t take long before Hyrule hopped over with a little grin as he propped up the Fierce Deity mask beside you. He made a little comment about how you appeared lonely before practically running off. Unsure of whether to snap at Hyrule or almost pity the god within the mask, you simply chose to go about your chores. You had a gut feeling that a few of the Links were likely lingering close by, so you did your best to stay tight lipped beside the mask. Which was hard since chore time (especially when it allocated some space between you and the boys) was also welcomed alone time. More often than not did you talk to yourself. Safe to say that having such time and space intruded upon left you a little… pent up for the rest of the day.

When the next laundry day came by, the same stunt was pulled (by Wild this time) but you couldn’t keep your silence. Camp was located a little further from the stream than it was at the previous site, so you felt a little more secure.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled out as you began to wash the pile of clothes beside you. By now, you’ve long grown used to the awful smell of them and you were thankful that, despite having a sculpted nose, the mask didn’t have nostrils. After a few moments of silence, you continued. “I, uhm… I’m sorry for the way that they’re treating you. Perhaps seeing the way I interacted with you that night caused them to grow a little too comfortable around you. I just ask that you forgive or at least tolerate the behavior- it’s an outlet for a handful of them. I know you’ve been with Time for awhile, so I know that you know full well the stress and trauma these boys have. It may seem like little to you given your rank as a deity, but I’m sure you’ve grown to understand mortals a bit better after hanging off the hip of one for years.”

After that, it felt like a dam had broken. Anytime you were off doing your chores, the Fierce Deity mask was there beside you. To the Chain it was a recurring joke that turned into a slight routine (something Legend hated since having something so powerful be near you was always something he despised). To you, it was finally a chance to talk- to vent without being judged. Well, you’re sure that Fierce Deity was judging you but you couldn���t hear him. Honestly, there were parts of your life that you likely sooner shared with the mask than you did with anyone else. It’s not like he can spill your secrets, anyway.

You wondered what he must have thought of you. An annoyance? A break? An interesting or perhaps strange mortal? Or did he just not care at all? Was he curious about your ramblings that described your passions, your home, your world or was it merely buzzing in his ears? You didn’t know and likely never would. At least, so you thought.

And it all started with a simple, and seemingly logical, decision from Time.

“I’m sorry- what? You’re wanting the Outsider to have the mask with them? Time, what the fuck?! We’re your sword brothers and we’ve hardly been allowed to touch the damn thing but now it gets to hang off of that witch’s hip?! What happens if we need to use it? Or what happens if they use it? We’re all screwed!” Legend practically screams as Time tells the Chain of his decision. You want to stand tall and face Legend, but you knew that his comment wasn’t entirely based off of his prickly personality (despite what may come out of his mouth). No, all of the boys were likely fretting over you having the mask given what it did to its wearer. If it could take down even a Hero of Courage, then what could it do to you?

“Enough!” Time snorted as he stared down the pink haired man. “The mask is not some secret weapon, let alone a toy (Wild, Wind, and Hyrule flinch), to be used at your leisure. That’s something this ‘outsider’ realizes better than seemingly all of you. As such, I’m entrusting it into their care to make sure it’s not abused. It is only for the worst case scenarios, do I make myself clear?”

“But the past few monster hordes have gotten stronger! I understand that (Name) acts as a field medic to the best of their ability but they stay away from battle when they can. It’ll be inconvenient and risky to let it be away from us for multiple reasons. What if a battle goes south fast and we can’t get to it in time? What if something tries to steal it from them? What if they have no choice but to use it and potentially lets Fierce Deity go on a rampage? I can guarantee that it’d hurt them,” Wars argues with a much more put together and logical rebuttal than Legend. That still doesn’t save you from the ever present glare the Vet has aimed at you and the mask.

“I’ve thought of all of this but I still believe this for the best. Besides, the hordes feel stronger because we’ve been dealing with smaller and weaker hordes for over a month now. Dink has been trying to soften us up a little and I can see that it’s worked based on our combined performance in the last battle,” Time huffs and deepens his scowl. He gives the Chain a thorough stare down before speaking again. “Anyone else want to pipe up?”

The only thing that spoke for about the next ten seconds was the breeze. After that short but tense “talk” was over with, the Chain was back on the move. Safe to say you were distracted as you and the boys traveled, though not by the gazes you felt on your person and on the mask. Rather… it was due to the mask itself. During the argument, it had been on your waist the entire time. With everyone focusing on whoever was taking their turn arguing with Time, they were all blind to the way the mask was reacting. Due to your close proximity to the mask for some time now, you knew full well that Fierce Deity could hear and see what happened around him from his wooden prison. He couldn’t speak, but he could make the mask buzz. He did it seldom, but seldom was not the word you would use for moments ago. Given how a lot of the boys still regarded him as an object, it must have pissed him off. Or, maybe, he was also a little pissed at how his new carrier was being treated. It was likely the former but you at least hope you’ve rubbed off on Fierce just a little bit by now.

…

‘On… put the mask on…’

Okay, maybe you’ve rubbed off on him a little… too much.

The freaky occurrences began to happen nearly a week after you were appointed as Fierce Deity’s new carrier. You didn’t notice the whispers at first as they were quiet and usually spoken while the boys were speaking. You also didn’t notice how the mask would move just a little bit whenever you set it down. Naturally, you couldn’t ignore it for forever- not as the mask only grew more active in regards to your ignorance.

The calls from the mask were getting closer by the day. It’s whisper- his whisper, grew louder for every night that passed. His voice was low and rumbling like a distant thunder, like an approaching storm. You’d put the mask on the other side of your tent (much to the displeasure of whoever you were sharing the tent with at the time) but it’d still end up only a foot or two away from you when morning came. Your once rather passive regard for the mask and the deity trapped within it was becoming… strained as the days went by. The boys noticed it, to the point you wondered if Time planned to take back the mask, but they (aside from a seething Legend) never commented on it. It should have come to the surprise of no one that the rising tension would eventually snap.

“You did pretty good out there today, Wind. I didn’t expect you to take out those three lizafols so quickly,” Wild complimented the young lad as he joined the group around the campfire.

“Ha, naturally! With my rate of improvement, I may even surpass the Old Man one day!” Wind puffed up his chest and grinned. The sight of his youthful happiness and high esteem caused the other men to either chuckle or feel a touch of nostalgia.

“Careful- we’ve seen what praise like that does to one of us,” Legend tsks as he side eyes Wars. The knight rolls his eyes but doesn’t clap back for once.

“It’s well deserved praise, Legend. Wind is truly improving- there’s no harm in letting him know,” Hyrule claims. The man opens his mouth to add more but is stopped when Twilight springs up from his spot and stands stiff as a board. The aura surrounding the rancher is tense as he eyes the tent farthest from the campfire.

“Uh, Twilight? What’s wr-”

“(Name)?” Twilight called out as he took a few steps towards the tent you were currently sleeping in. Due to his heightened senses, he could hear muffled grunts and whines of pain. Could you be having a nightmare? No, if it was a nightmare why did he feel so… worried? Scared, even? Based on the tense men around the campfire, they were starting to feel that as well.

Twilight walks, almost stalks, towards the tent. The wolf within was howling and snarling in the back of his mind, that something bad was happening. An almost shaky hand grabbed the fabric of the tent and… he stalled. Why? Why was he stalling? Why did it feel like he shouldn’t open the tent when he knew that he should? That he has to? That his friend- their friend- was in trouble? Why-

“Leave, Hero of Twilight. This is a private moment and you are not welcome.”

Twilight nearly flung the tent into the field.

A thrashing body was pulled from the tent and pinned down to the ground. Wild reached for the mask stuck to your face and tried to pry it away from you but it wouldn’t budge. While you weren’t transforming into the Fierce Deity, that didn’t mean you weren't under his influence at the moment. His voice had come out of your mouth, after all.

“Dammit! (Name)!” Time bellowed, kneeling beside the scene with an equal mix of anger and worry. Worry because he knows- Hylia does he know what that mask can do and angry at himself. He should have taken the mask back the second it started to show signs of attachment. He should have never let you have it- never let you even touch it.

Suddenly, you went limp. Grunts stopped on the tip of your tongue as you let out a drawn out breath. As if it wasn’t just stuck to your face like glue, Wild yanked off the mask with ease. Aside from some redness and even blood on the outline of your face due to the struggle, your face was largely unharmed. In fact, it looked eerily… peaceful.

Your arms slowly closed in and you hugged yourself. In gentle motions that appeared strange to the Chain- as if it wasn’t really you moving your appendages- you rubbed your arms. Your face settles into a more so neutral expression as you eyes flutter open for just a moment to reveal almost entirely white eyes.

“Shhh… you’re alright now, I told you that it would only hurt for a moment. Shhh…,” Fierce Deity gently spoke out of your mouth before your eyes returned to normal. With a tiny groan, your head lolled to the side as you blacked out.

Safe to say that it was absolute chaos when you woke back up.

Strained voices were arguing somewhere nearby and it didn’t help soothe your forming headache. With wobbly arms, you tried to push yourself up but failed as strength seemingly refused to return to you.

“(Name)? Thank the goddesses you’re awake!” Four pipped up in what sounded like absolute relief. Such relief was short lived as you watched Four get up and run off. You tried to sit up again in your sleeping bag but the weakness in your body persisted. Why? Why were you so weak? You went to bed early, dammit!

A baritone chuckle rings in your ears.

“I apologize for that, dear one. Your lack of strength is due to my actions last night.”

The voice was a shock to your system. You frantically looked around for its origin but couldn’t find it. Your confused actions caused the voice to nearly coo.

“Be not afraid, dear one. I am here, with you. That is why you can hear me.”

Light flooded the tent as what seemed to be a multitude of Links trying to force their way in. Time, thanks to his bulk and armor, was the one who managed to force himself to your side. His grip on your face was almost harsh as he looked over your face with a scrutinizing eye. His hardened scowl made your heart drop into your stomach. Buried fears of the Chain turning on you started to surface as nearly everyone gave you heated glares.

“What did he do? What did Fierce Deity do?” Time questioned as he still held your face, not letting go.

Fierce Deity- of course, how could you forget? Your panic that night as you rolled over and into an awaiting mask. The fear as he grabbed onto your mind despite his gentle tone.

“The mask… I… I rolled over and then it was on my face,” You answer meekly, unsure of what words to use because Time looked like he was about to blow a fuse. Anxious and a little frightened by the Old Man, you rambled on. “I swear that I put it on the other side of the tent! I promise I would never put on the mask like that! I-I… I… I’m going to ask you to unhand their face, Hero of Time. Scaring them will not grant you answers.”

Time let go of your face like it would burn him. A few of the boys behind him instinctively reached for their swords but paused. Even with the blank, white eyes staring back at them, this was still their friend’s face.

“What have you done? Why have you possessed (Name)? How?!” Wars interrogated Fierce Deity as he stared back at him.

“I have not truly possessed them. I merely created a bridge between our minds. It will not let me control them like this for much longer. I can only do so because it is still… fresh,” Fierce Deity explains, a ghost of a smile present in his voice.

“Really now? I don’t believe that for a second! Why else would you create this mental bridge if not to have them as a vessel?” Wild piped up as he tried to get close to his friend’s body. He failed to do so as Time practically shielded you from him.

“Personal reasons. I needn’t explain them to you, but I will assure you that I will not harm them. No, I would never force these innocent hands to slaughter. Not unless they were without choice,” Fierce Deity claims. As he speaks, he rubs your hands together as if enthralled with how gentle they felt compared to the calloused and aching hands he was used to guiding.

“And what, in your mind, is ‘without choice’?” Time pressed, grabbing your hands with a scowl.

“Conflict follows this group like a pack of starving wolves. There have been many times where death nearly sunk its teeth into their neck. Times I wish they would have donned the mask so that I could protect them and get them to safety. Unfortunately, they still believed in the half-truths you all told them were the full truth,” Fierce Deity rumbles as he stares down at Times grip with a less than pleased expression.

“I am not comfortable with what you’ve done to our friend. I don’t know if any of us may grow used to or comfortable with this, but… we also have no way to remove you from them. That does not mean we will not look or try. Don’t grow comfortable with this… this bond. It. Will. Not. Last,” Time threatens as he doesn’t bother to hide his disgust or displeasure. With a motion, he orders everyone else to leave. The Chain leaves the tent one by one, but not before speaking their mind. Once alone together again, Fierce Deity lets his hold slip. One or more of the heroes would come back, with more questions, and they would do so soon. So he would enjoy this little break while he had it.

“They are gone for now, dear one. No doubt they will return shortly, so let us enjoy this piece of quiet while we can.”

You lay on your side, feeling dizzy from Fierce Deity suddenly grabbing the reigns of your mind. Although he backed off once the Chain left the tent, his presence within was close. It was almost as if he was laying behind you, wanting to wrap his arms around you. Wanting to hold you close and only stopped by his lack of physical form.

“I am glad you do not have a heightened sense of smell. Their worry, rage, and envy- oh their envy- would have burned your nose. Ah, but… let us dwell on that no longer.”

Your hand was puppeteered to reach down to your side. Your were made to unclasp the mask from your belt and bring it up close to your face. Rather than putting it on, Fierce Deity touched his “face” against yours. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and almost mouth to mouth.

“Mmm… so soft, as always. If I had need for sleep as you do, then I would not rest unless this is the sight that’s before me. And even then, I may be too enchanted to close my eyes.”

Phantom hands rubbed at your arms, your back, and then your cheek. They weren’t real, but with Fierce’s control of your imagination, they were. And you prayed that is was his influence, and not your own heart, that found it comforting and warm. You wanted to push back and take control but, due to the “fresh” nature of your bond, you would likely be at the mercy of the god for days.

“Rest, dear one. Rest your mind and body, you must still recover from our bonding last night.”

Those phantom hands circled around you and you feel as though you’re caged in an embrace.

“I will deal with the heroes should they come to disturb you. Know that I will not let them part us- not unless they’re looking to stir my rage.”

A kiss. It wasn’t real- it wasn’t, but the rough lips upon your forehead tempted your heart to will that they were.

“And I promise that one day, we will not have to rely on this spiritual bond. No, I will make up for these ethereal affections tenfold when I find out how to return to the material plane. No matter how long it takes. Not that we must worry about that, after all. Our time together… will be eternal.”

---

The next few days were perhaps the most tense you’ve ever experienced. Fierce Deity was a constant presence in your head, even as the bond between the two of you settled. He wasn’t chatty, but just rather curious and inquisitive. When he wasn’t asking questions about you, he was observing. He seemed to derive an almost twisted form of happiness whenever he saw how on edge everyone was around you now . He assured it was out of jealousy of him, not fear or hatred towards you. Were it actually out of new found ill-will… no, you weren’t going to imagine what the god would have in store for them.

True to his word, his hold over your mind lessened the more the bond settled in. No longer would you feel phantom hands wrapping around your own or resting on your shoulder. No longer would it feel like a large body was laying behind your own every night you fell asleep. No longer would it be his voice on your tongue to shoo away the boys should they do wrong in the war god’s eyes. No longer did it feel like he was breathing down your neck every waking moment.

In an attempt to hinder the god’s mysterious motives, you were quickly relieved of the mask he was bound to. It was once again on Time’s hip- now covered and tied up in cloth. Honestly, you were surprised it wasn’t buried into the storage of Wild’s Sheika Slate to create even more distance. Even with what happened, it seemed that Time didn’t have it in him to simply discard the mask. Perhaps he hoped to keep the deity in check, like he had done before you accidentally stirred the entity into action.

And it would seem that that is exactly what Fierce planned on him doing.

It was supposed to be a quiet night. The area was secure, dinner was cooking in the pot, and everyone but Time was idling around the fire. Wind chatted with you about every and anything that came to mind which pushed your focus onto the young man. With your distance from the mask and not thinking about Fierce, you felt nothing from the bond. You felt calm for the first time in awhile and everyone seemed to feel the same.

“Any idea when the Old Man is gonna be back?” Wars asks aloud, looking for nearly anyone to answer him.

“Soon. Dinner’s almost done and he’s not one to miss it. At least when I’m cooking,” Wild hums. It was a simple answer to a simple question, so no one said anything else. Still, it unnerved you. Time sought to set an example, so potentially being late to dinner was unlike him. Curious, you probed on the bond connecting you to Fierce. Even if he’d huff at you checking up on another man before him, you knew you’d get an answer. You always got an answer.

…

“I’ll look for him,” You state as you get up and walk off in the direction of where you last saw Time. Your sudden decision startled the boys and your nervous, almost haunted, expression did nothing to soothe them.

“Then I’m going with you. I don’t want you to getting close to him,” Twilight announces as he catches up to you. His tone left you with no room for an argument but you weren’t going to.

Not when Fierce was being eerily quiet.

You and Twilight took careful steps through the forest as he tried to retrace Time’s path. You both would stop and listen to the ambient sounds of the forest whenever something sounded off. The constant stopping and going only ramped up your nerves further as it kept punctuating Fierce’s refusal to communicate.

“I’m sure we’ll get an explanation when we find him. If you ask me, he might just be getting some alone time. He always does seem to have a lot on his mind,” Twilight piped up as he led you through the woods. The man offered a small smile but the strain on his face wasn’t lost on you. “Any word from him?”

“No. Nothing. It’s like… like there’s no bond at all,” You reply. “Ever since the incident, it’s never been like that. If anything, Fierce always made an effort to feel ‘present’.”

“Maybe… he’s also taking a break?” Twilight suggested, trying to be the optimistic. You shoot him a look and that optimism is quick to falter. Twilight doesn’t give up and faces you with an uneasy smile. He gently places his hands on your shoulders and rubs them a little. You feel that it comforts him more than you. “C’mon, think about it. You’ve said that he’s not as violent as we believe him to be, so m-”

“Remove your hands from them, Hero of Twilight.”

The air is squeezed from your lungs as Twilight suddenly pulls you into a shielding embrace. His fur pelt partly blocks your vision, but you can make out an imposing silhouette between the trees. How did the both of you not notice him?

Fierce Deity was striking. He has to at least be seven feet tall and he was clad in armor similar to Time’s but it was a steely silver, not gold. The armor was lined with white fur with an abundance of it on his collar. Long, flowing locks of white swayed in the night time breeze. Fierce’s silver-gray eyes were framed by strong and downturned brows. His stare was… intense, to say the least. But your eyes weren’t on his. No, you were focused on finding out why there were splatters of blood on him.

“What did you do?!” Twilight growled. “Where’s Time? What did you do to him?!”

“I won’t ask again, Hero of Twilight. Release them,” Fierce commanded as he began to walk towards the both of you. Twilight only seemed to tighten his hold in response. This was going to end up being ugly unless you did something.

“Stop!” You exclaim as you try and fail to wrestle yourself out of Twilight’s hold. Both men head your order but the tense atmosphere doesn’t dissipate. You shoot Twilight a glare but the hero returns it as he shakes his head. True to his word from earlier, he wasn’t about to let you get close to the god of war.

A strangle cough breaks the silence as someone stumbles through the brush. Thanks to the golden armor, you knew exactly who it was.

“Oh god, Time!” You exclaim as the older man leans against a tree for support. His face is banged up and actively dripping blood. His armor was smeared with the red liquid as if he had been trying to wipe off the blood over and over again. Blood bubbled up from Time’s lips as he tried to gurgle out words. The pathetic sight was enough to shock Twilight into action as he let go of you and zipped towards the injured man.

“Ancestor! What happened?! What did he do to you?” Twilight questions as he supports the bloodied man. More gurgles and grunts leave the man’s mouth as he tries to answer the younger man’s questions. It’s clear to all present that Time is in no shape to answer questions despite the desperate need for it.

“Take him back to camp and have him healed up,” You order. The order earns you a stern shake of the head from both Twilight and Time, but you refused to budge. “Now, Twilight! I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Go take care of him,” Fierce chimes in as he looks back to the two men. “No harm shall befall them. You have my word.”

With a tough choice to make, you can see the exact moment when a hero’s instinct takes over Twilight. He lifts up Time and barrels through the forest back to the camp. In the blink of any eye, you’re suddenly left alone with the very person who had to have harmed Time. You’re so out of your league in the current situation that you probably couldn’t even see the playing field on the horizon, but you weren’t about to back down.

“My dear-”

“What did you do to him?” You confront as you stand up as tall as you can. It’s nothing compared to the towering deity, but you weren’t about to let that stop you. Fierce seems amused by your actions. He leisurely walks towards you with his hands by his sides and a small smile on his face.

“Nothing too rash, my dear. Just a broken nose and some scraps to the face. Head wounds tend to bleed quite a lot, as you know,” Fierce answers vaguely.

“Why did you hurt him?” You continue to question as you start to back up. You wanted to keep distance between the both of you in case you had to turn heel and run. Not that’d you’d get very far, but you could only hope.

“I didn’t mean to hit him hard. He came at me and I punched him, simple as that,” Fierce assured as he continued his approach. “Surely, my dear, you believe me? You know I would not hurt another without reason.”

“The mask- how did you escape the mask?” You press as you do your best to keep your distance.

“That wooden prison was old and ready to crack. I never saught to free myself from its binds as there was little in this world that tempted me forward. Well, little until you came around. Ah, I still recall how gently you held me in your hands that night…” Fierce hummed as he closed in. It didn’t take long for him to corner you against a tree. Frozen against the trunk, you could no longer keep space between the two of you. Fierce leaned down and grabbed your hands with his own. He pressed them against his face and he stares straight into your eyes.

“Hello, (Name), I’m the one they call the Fierce Deity. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Words evaded you, as did action. You didn’t pull away nor did you do anything else than having allowed Fierce guide your actions. The god chuckles at your frozen deer response as he moves his hands under your arms and lifts you up. You cringe as he holds you close and blood seeps into your clothes and the smell of iron assaults your nose. Fierce nuzzles against your cheek and buries his strong nose into your shoulder. In your shock, you can’t tell if he kisses your shoulder or if it’s just your imagination.

“YOU BASTARD!”

A growl reverberates through you as Fierce grits his teeth. His embrace tightens as he turns to face a small group of men. A near foaming at the mouth Legend leads the party of enraged me. Upon seeing you in the grasp of the deity, the rabid man refrains from attacking but it’s clear he’s waiting for his opening. A similarly enraged Sky, Four, and Wars follow behind him and a snarling Wolfie is quick to catch up with the group.

“Quell your tongue, Veteran. They’re already stressed enough,” Fierce huffs as he rubs a hand up and down your back.

“Then let them go! Can’t you see that you’re scaring them even further?” Sky argues as he adjusts his grip on the Master Sword. Unlike Legend, he’s not still on his feet as he begins to move in an attempt to flank Fierce. Wars and Wolfie catch onto his plan while Four stays steady beside Legend.

“They are shocked, Hero of the Sky. Their senses are overwhelmed at the moment from tonights events,” Fierce dismisses the claim. He takes his eyes of the men and looks at you. His voice his low and gentle when he addresses you. “Correct, my dear? You know I’d never want to harm or scare you.”

You shrink away from Fierce and refuse to look him in the eye. The actions draw out a sigh from the god but he doesn’t force a response out of you. Instead, you feel yourself sway with his body as he begins to move. There are shouts and orders from the other men to stay still but Fierce acts as if they were little more than the surrounding scenery.

“Let’s get you back to camp. You must be hungry after all of this excitement. Can you hold a spoon? I’ll feed you if you can’t,” Fierce murmurs to you as he walks. You nod in response and the god sighs again. “Come now, my dear, what has happened to that beautiful voice of yours? Do not tell me you’re so mad at me that you’d cut me off from such sweet melodies?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

Fierce slows to a stop. You can practically feel the puzzled expression radiating off of his face.

“My dear? What are you talking about?”

“Why are you calling me ‘my dear’?” You repeat as you pull away from Fierce’s shoulder. You can see his face scrunch up at your remark. You also see the men who confronted him following close behind.

“Because you are dear to me, (Name). You treated me fairly and sweetly, like I was a man- not a mask. You’ve told me more than what you’ve told anyone else. You always seemed happy to be near me for the longest time. Even after my brash actions that night, you still didn’t entirely recess into fear,” Fierce answers with a strong tone. “You may not realize it, but that is very important to me. You are very important to me and by the Golden Three do I intend on making that clear.”

Fierce resumes his large gait back to the camp. When he arrives, the reception is chilly. No one moves for their weapons but nor does anyone stay far away from them. Finally, Fierce sets you down onto the ground. You slump down to the soil below you as you take in deep breaths, unaware of how shallow your breathing had been before.

“Get a bowl of food ready- and don’t be skimpy,” Fierce orders as he stares down Wild. Wild grumbles something you can’t make out but he portions out a bowl for you. Fierce takes the portion from the cook before he can even leave the pot to give it to you. He settles himself by your side before shifting you into his lap. A spoon is brought up to your lips before you can argue. At the very least, Wild’s cooking never disappoints.

“Getting comfortable?” A rough voice breaks through the ambience of the night. A now healed but still beaten up Time stares down Fierce without a shred of fear. You immediately notice that he has both eyes open, and they’re both normal. Not to mention the fact that his face was now free from markings.

“Very,” Fierce curtly replies. He doesn’t bother to face Time as he’s focused on feeding you. The deity coos at you as your mouth is stuffed with food and your cheeks puff up as a result. The actions from the towering entity is… strange and off-putting to all present. The boys are stuck between glaring at the deity or cringing at his out of character actions. Fierce couldn't care less.

The evening passed by without much more incident. Everyone was jumpy and gave you and Fierce space despite the expressed distaste towards the new addition. There would be no knight in shining armor for you tonight, so you only hoped that Fierce would keep his word on treating you kindly.

Based on how he clung to you when it was time to go to bed, he seemed only further convinced he needed to assure you of that promise. He had shed his armor so you didn’t have to have metal pressing into you. He had also wrapped you up into a blanket burrito (something he made clear he learned from you and your ramblings) to limit the amount of skin on skin contact between you. He wasn’t blind to his intensity, so he was doing his best to restrain himself. You could only hope he’d keep up the will to do- for everyone’s sake.

“Sleep tight and sweet dreams, my dear,” Fierce whispered as he fiddled with the blanket covering you and stray strands of your hair. “I will be by your side the entire night, should you need me.”

“Okay…” You mumbled out as you wanted to do nothing more than hide away into your blanket. You closed your eyes but no amount of counting sheep would make falling asleep easy. Not with arms caging you to a man ever hungry for even your attention. Ever hungry for even a sliver of affection. By Hylia, what have you gotten yourself into.

“I love you, my dear,” Fierce mumbles as he believes you’re on the brink of falling asleep. “And remember… my love for your is eternal.”

And by the Goddesses, how do you get yourself out?

A wide and fanged smile cracks against the skin of your neck. A dark and hopefully playful chuckle leaves the god of war’s lips.

“You don’t.”

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Name: no strings Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader, Severus Snape x Slytherin!ReaderWord Count: 6437 Content/Warnings: NSFW, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bad sex (but consensual), good sex, obsessive behaviors, voyeurism, au where characters can be 18 at Hogwarts, cunnilingus, reader has a vagina Prompt: Reader has feelings for Severus and has agreed to help him blow off steam from his frustrations with Lily. When things go too far, Lucius is there to pick up the pieces. Author's Note: Requests are still open (for everything, not just this, please send in prompts)!! This has a lot of potential setup for a part two, so if people enjoy it I'd be happy to continue it and maybe include some more fleshed out sex scenes.

Before

You sat in the Slytherin common room puzzling over a particularly nasty Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. Lucinda Talkalot had spilled an entire inkpot on Professor Bernthal Unger’s desk, and he had assigned an extra 10 inches in retaliation. 

So far, you had written a title and nothing more: Practical Solo Applications of the Orbis Jinx.

As there were no practical solo applications of the Orbis jinx or indeed no solo applications of the Orbis jinx at all, you were in a bit of a bind. You sighed and turned the page in your textbook. You glanced up to see how Severus was faring and frowned when you noticed that he was five inches down his parchment already.

He glanced up and gave you a sympathetic smile, shaking his head as if to indicate that he also had no idea what he was doing. You didn’t believe it for a second. 

“What could you possibly be writing, Sev? There simply are no Practical Solo Applications of this spell.” You complained, the sarcastic capitalization perfectly audible from your tone. He smiled in the sly way he did when he was about to help you without helping you at all. 

“Why not write about that, then?” He fixed you with that gaze for a few more seconds and you gaped at him before turning back to your parchment. 

“Sev, you’re a genius and I love you.” You were too engrossed in your paper to notice the way that Severus flinched at that last part. The two of you were friends, good friends even, but his heart belonged to one Lily Evans. The casual affection was not something that he was accustomed to, when those words held so much weight elsewhere. He said nothing, returning to his work. 

Severus, despite finishing long before you, sat with you while you finished your paper. These were your favorite moments: the quiet, comfortable ones where you knew that Severus was doing something solely for your enjoyment. You drew out the last sentence longer than you should have, just to enjoy the feeling a moment longer. 

“Have you finished?” Severus asked, glancing up as you spread your parchment on the table to dry. He knew, of course, that you were done, but this was a part of the ritual. You did your homework together and he waited for you to finish. He asked you if you were done and you released him to go off after Lily or whatever else Severus did when he wasn’t with you. 

“Yes, I’m done. Thanks for your help.”

He gave you a weird half-smile and waved his good-bye. You waited until he cleared the common room door and then collapsed back into the couch. If he was leaving the common room, that meant that he was going to find Lily. The warm feeling in your chest faded to something cold and hard pressing into you and you swallowed thickly. You should be used to being second to Lily by now, but that never soothed the sting. 

One

“Do you picture her, Sev?”

It was getting late and Severus would need to return to his dorm soon, but you were a prefect and there were certain privileges that came along with that. One such privilege was the use of the prefect bathroom, which you and Severus had been enjoying since these dalliances had begun several months ago. 

You lay behind him in an overstuffed chaise, your bare legs still tangled with his. He was soft and warm against you, all contentment and tiredness. You fought the urge to run your fingers through his hair as you waited for his answer.

“What?” His voice was high, nervous. You had caught him. You weren’t surprised. In fact, you had suspected as much since the beginning. You bit your tongue. 

“It’s okay if you do, Sev.” It was not.

“I just want to know who I’m supposed to be underneath you.” You did not. 

Severus sat up, his wide eyes glued to your face. You bit back a bitter laugh. It was the opposite during sex, with him. If his eyes were open, they never left your body. More often than not, they were squeezed tight, unseeing. Here, in the aftermath, you supposed he didn’t want the reminder of your body. He had fucked you and you were not Her.

You stood and started to slowly reassemble your uniform. Suddenly the thought of being near him was unbearable. Even knowing what his answer was, the apprehension pressed hard against the inside of your chest. You justified your hurry with the patrol you had to finish with Lucius. 

Snape followed your lead, dressing quickly. You stopped to watch as long, elegant fingers flew down a line of translucent buttons, tucking away the boy that you had just been rolling around with.  He looked ever the model student by the time that he was done, and you almost wondered if he had ever been nude to begin with. The two of you walked out together a respectable distance apart, silent until you reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. 

“I do, sometimes.” His words were spoken in lieu of a goodnight. Your stomach dropped. You had already known, of course. She had been the sole purpose of your arrangement. Still, it hurt to hear. You responded with a curt nod and turned on your heel to find Malfoy.

-

Severus knew that he should have lied to you the moment the words left his mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was something in your posture or your smile, but there was a shift, and it was not a good one. But why should he lie? You had come to him about Her, in the beginning. You had offered to ease the pressure with no need for explanations. No terms. No labels. No anything outside of that room.

Gears grinded in his head as he tried to parse your expression. What had that been on your face? Hurt? Jealousy? Offense? He settled on that one. It was the most logical answer. Perhaps you thought that by thinking of Her, he was saying that your body was not enough for him. That wasn’t the case, of course. And he would be sure to clear that up next time. 

-

You found Lucius skulking around the dungeons, waiting for you to join him for your patrol.

“One more night.” Lucius said instead of a greeting, reminding you of the terms of your bargain. You waved off his concerns. 

“Yes, Lucius, I know. Then it’s your turn. Then it’s…” You counted the days on your fingers, “the Hufflepuffs. I haven’t forgotten.” Lucius nodded, satisfied that you would uphold your end of the bargain. The two of you walked together down the corridor, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the emptiness. 

“You might consider joining me.” Lucius intoned, turning to you with that famed Malfoy smirk. You laughed. 

“On the outs with Narcissa again?” You accused him with a smile. This was not the first time that Lucius Malfoy had offered to bed you. If they were off again, he would not want to waste his time with the bathroom. 

“No. I’m bored with her, and I know that you’re tired of Snape not looking at you.” He turned to you with a feral grin and you would have hexed him if he weren’t completely correct. You cared for Severus a great deal, and you enjoyed helping him relieve himself, but it was draining when you could not be you.

“I’m fine, Malfoy. I’m perfectly satisfied.” You lied with a smile. Malfoy saw straight through the lie, but he was polite enough not to call you out blatantly. Instead, he ruffled your hair. 

“If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be. I’d be happy to look at you all you’d like.” He purred. Something in the words made you shiver. You had no particular interest in Lucius. He was attractive, sure, but he was not the one that you wanted. Still, you longed for attention, real attention. On you, not on the thought of a girl who you were not. 

“What about Narcissa?” You asked, considering. You hated yourself for the concession but the look of heat that Lucius turned on you was well worth the hit to your pride. 

“We’re not exclusive. She’s cozy with Rosier half the time.” 

“Not Evan! They’re such close cousins.” The two of you fell back to normal subjects for the rest of your patrol.  Still, you did not forget his invitation and he did not forget your slight concession. When you returned to the common room, he brushed his lips over your knuckles before you left to the girl’s dorms. 

Two

By the time you reached the prefect bathroom the next night, Severus was pacing in a nearby corridor. Lucius had held you back with bits of gossip, trying to tempt you into blowing off Severus entirely. You considered it. Hearing in Severus’s own voice that he pictured Lily Evans when he shagged you had been a hit to your pride that you almost couldn’t bear. You weren’t sure what your motives were in asking, but the answer should not have been this surprising, or this painful. 

Still, tonight was not for examining your complicated feelings for Severus. Tonight, was for getting shagged in the prefect bathroom before you had to give it up to the rotation. When Severus spotted you at the end of the corridor, his eyes were wide. He stumbled to you, gripping you tight.

“I thought you changed your mind.” His voice was desperate, but his eyes were glassy and unfocused. If you didn’t look, you could pretend like the desperation was for you. You looked anyway, your eyes searching for something, anything, in the lines of his face. 

“I need—I need you.” He needed anyone, but you were there. You nodded and led him into the prefect bathroom, checking the room for anyone lingering before locking the door. He fell upon you immediately, attacking your neck with lips and teeth and tongue. He pawed at you hungrily, manhandling you out of your robes before you could remove them properly. So it was going to be like that. 

You let him have you, drowning in his desperate attempt to feel. On his worst nights, he had at least been attentive to your pleasure, but there was no room for that tonight. He ripped your shirt apart, buttons skittering across the floor, eyes raking greedily across your body and stopping just where your hair rested against your shoulders. He pulled it up out of the way, by your face so that he wouldn’t have to look at it. It wasn’t exactly Her color.

He left your skirt, socks and shoes alone, pushing your panties to the side so that he could have his way. If this was for you, you would have come undone. If this was for you, it would have been searingly hot. If this was for you, you would have been in ecstasy. It wasn’t. This was for Her and he was taking it out on you, whatever it was, because she was unwilling. You choked down a sob as you let him have you. 

He took you hard and fast on the bathroom floor, eyes trained on the place where your bodies met. You tried to catch his eyes, and reached up to touch him only to be swatted away. Tonight, you were not to help, you were to be used. You knew how to do that. 

You watched him where he would not watch you. You memorized the desperation in his face, in his touch, in the sounds he made. You wrapped yourself in his energy, allowing yourself to be carried away in his fervor. This was Your body he was touching. Your body he was using. Yours yours yours even if it was not the one that he wanted. You let that take you, almost succeeding in creating something enjoyable when he froze above you, breath catching, hips stuttering erratically. 

“Lily.”

Everything stopped. Something froze in your chest and then shattered. You had always been aware of why you were there, but he had never… Not when he was touching you, not when he was inside you. Not when you were looking at him. Not after. Never. He had never said her name and now you felt like you were cracking, drowning, losing something of yourself that you had barely had a grasp on in the first place.

He gasped your name as if he had only realized what he was doing, but the sound was far away. 

“Please, I didn’t mean-“ 

“Get out.” 

-

Severus’s heart beat painfully against his chest. Normally the two of you would cuddle after sex. You would lay there and talk about anything other than sex and he would walk away feeling like he hadn’t used you. You had just been helping a friend blow off some steam in a normal, healthy, adult way. 

Tonight, though, he had crossed another boundary. Even as he had his release, he could feel you drawing away. When he tried to fix it in the aftermath, your gaze had turned to ice, and you had ordered him away. He gathered his clothes and left as quickly as possible, his head spinning as he tried to pinpoint what had gone wrong.

When he turned back to try again, you were sobbing on the floor, and he fled. No attachments. No terms. Nothing outside that room.

Three

The first two days that Lucius had the bathroom, you resisted the seed of curiosity that he had planted inside of you. You already felt utterly used and you could not handle the thought of enduring that again. Still, he didn’t make it easy for you. 

He gave you heated looks in the halls, making excuses to touch you casually. He started throwing his arm over you in conversations, regardless of who was around. Narcissa had been peeved, at first, but it gave her license to more openly enjoy Evan’s attention and so the three of you were in an icy standoff with Evan none the wiser. 

On the third night, you met Lucius in the dungeons, as you always did. You would start the patrol together and split off near the prefect bathroom. You would hide out in an empty classroom until he was done and the two of you would finish your patrol. Tonight, however, Lucius was determined. 

His gaze was dark and heavy as you approached him, eyes trailing your body as if he could see past your thick robes. When you reached him, he took your hand and brushed his lips across your knuckles like he had before, this time stealing your breath from your lungs with the action. 

“Why do you deny yourself?” He purred, releasing your hand to touch your face with the tips of his fingers, “I want to worship you.” 

Oh. Oh. That was all it took. You knew that there was oxygen in the dungeons but none of it seemed willing to fill your lungs. Still, you couldn’t do this here in front of the common room. If anyone saw… Lucius had been touching you for days, damn him. It would come as no surprise if someone caught you here, hanging onto his every word. 

You forced yourself away from him, turning to start your patrol. With Lucius matching your step, you were ever conscious of the slickness between your thighs. He never stopped watching you with that heated gaze, never stopped teasing you with brief touches even as you walked. When you neared the prefect bathroom, he grabbed one of your arms and steered you back into a small alcove. Your back hit cold stone and you arched away from it with a soft yelp.

“Lucius?” He studied you now. This close it was obvious that he had you. Your pupils were blown wide with lust, your skin burning for his touch. Your bottom lip was swollen where you had been chewing it as you walked. He almost didn’t answer you with the time it took him to appreciate you. 

“You are stunning.” He whispered, leaning in to give you a kiss that burned through your entire body. You moaned into his mouth, unable to disguise your reaction to his touch. He chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to the intimate spot just below your ear, “Simply beautiful.” He purred. Two of his fingers came up to stroke your jaw and he tilted your head so that he could look at you again. His gaze was equal parts dark and tender and you thought you might lose yourself in it. 

“Let me show you how it feels to be wanted.” He murmured. He leaned in and tasted your lips again, gently sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as if he could soothe the swelling with his tongue alone. You were trembling with want for him, with a need for the things he promised you. It didn’t matter that you did not love him, and that he would never love you. You only wanted to feel, and perhaps that made you no better than Severus. 

“You will not think of him in my presence.” This gaze was all darkness, his voice dripping with venom. You almost wondered if you had spoken your thoughts aloud, but you realized that Lucius was well acquainted with the pained looks you got on your face when you thought of him. You swallowed thickly and nodded, pushing all thoughts of Severus away. 

“Good girl.” He murmured. Oh, yes please. He smirked at the way you leaned into his words, “Will you come with me?” He asked finally. You blinked owlishly as if just now realizing that you were on the verge of letting Lucius Abraxas Malfoy ravish you in public. You nodded, unable to find the words to express your desire. It was enough for him. He took you by the hand and led you into the prefect bathroom, locking the door with a thoughtless spell thrown over his shoulder. 

You thought to ask where the person he would have spent the night with otherwise was waiting but decided not to voice the question when he sat you down on a couch in the corner. You started to fumble with the closures on your robe, but he pulled your hands away. 

“Please. I like to unwrap my own presents.” He purred. You knew that he was only telling you what you wanted to hear, but you couldn’t help but blush all the same. He slowly removed your robes, draping them over a nearby privacy screen. Without them, you wore your normal uniform: A simple white button down with your Slytherin tie, a pleated skirt, knee-high socks, and shoes. It was what everyone wore, but Lucius looked at you with so much raw desire you thought you might have been nude already. 

He slid behind you, drawing you back into his chest. He kissed a trail up the side of your neck, his mouth igniting fires all across your skin. You pressed back into him, closing your eyes as he deftly unbuttoned your shirt, stopping only to loosen your tie with one hand. As he pulled open the fabric he moaned into your ear at the sight of you, one hand sliding up to cup you through your bra. He took his time unwrapping you, savoring each new reveal as if it were the sweetest bit of flesh he had seen until you were down to just your socks and panties. 

Through a fog, you realized that he was still completely clothed. 

“Lucius.” You complained and his eyes snapped to yours as if he were surprised to hear his name from your lips. You realized then, ah, he did think you were no better than Severus, but he wanted you anyway. He wanted you. 

“Yes, love?” You were perched in his lap, back arched as he peppered kisses to the top of your breasts, licking hot stripes across your collarbone. There was that Malfoy charm. 

“You’re entirely too clothed.” You managed to state through a moan as a hand reached up to cup your breast, two fingers gently pinching your nipple. You were already so sensitive, and each touch reignited your senses anew. He would be the death of you. You wanted him to be. 

He chuckled at you, helping you to your feet so that he could disrobe. You helped him, fingers flying down the row of buttons with expert speed. You undressed him greedily, voraciously. He had seen nearly all of you and you wanted the same from him. He did not stop at his pants, though, leaving himself bare before you. He was already hard and wanting, but when you went to touch him, he pushed your hands away. 

“This is about you.” He reminded you, “You give so much, just take.” You took a shuddering breath as you considered the various meanings you could glean from his words. Rather than let you dwell on it, he firmly pushed you back into the couch, settling between your legs. He pulled your panties off slowly, a desperate moan rising as he revealed the final piece of you. 

“You’re perfect.” He rasped. You briefly wondered how many girls he had used that line on, but you stopped caring when his tongue found your clit. You could not stifle the moan of pleasure that ripped from your body, but you didn’t want to. He lapped at your core, his eyes trained on your own, and you were transfixed. His eyes were gorgeous, desperate, starving. It was as if his entire world existed only for your cunt in his mouth. 

You slid your fingers into his platinum blonde hair, tugging at the roots as you writhed above him. You wanted to push yourself down closer to his mouth, wanted to rut against his tongue, wanted to do anything to have more of him but instead you just held his hair, focusing on keeping your trembling thighs open as he drew you closerclosercloser with lips and tongue. 

Electricity crackled across your skin and you came with a roar of his name as he cast wandless magic on you. He watched you come undone with an enchanted look on his face, as if he was memorizing each tremor and moan. 

“Unbelievable.” He rasped, like you were the most amazing thing he had ever encountered. The affection was almost overwhelming, but you let yourself enjoy it. This was the sort of lapse of judgement that only happened once. 

When he surged up to kiss you, he was gentle. He pressed his lips to yours, coaxing small sounds from you as he drew you into him. He might have devoured you, if you let him, and you wanted to let him. You knew that you were a notch on the mighty Malfoy bedpost, but damn if he didn’t make you feel good enough—special enough— that you did not care. 

“Tell me you want me.” Lucius whispered, sucking a bruise into your neck. You hummed softly and stretched to give him better access. 

“I want you, Lucius.” You sighed breathily, drawing a shudder from him behind you. 

“Say it again.” 

“I want you.” You repeated. 

“The other part.” 

“Lucius.” He bit down on your neck as you moaned his name, crushing your body against his. You repeated it softly, grinding your hips into him. He growled this time, his fingertips sinking into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. 

“I would promise you the world for a chance to be inside of you right now.” He growled into your ear. You hadn’t realized that it was possible for you to be more aroused, but a fog overtook you in that moment and you knew that Malfoy would lead you to ruin. 

“Start promising, Lucius.” He smirked wickedly at you and pushed you down on the couch. 

“I promise to completely ravish you.” He spoke each word between trailing kisses across your torso. “I promise to make you feel wanted.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, making you arch against him. “I promise to focus on you and you alone.” His fingers were tracing circles on your thighs and your entire body was already trembling with anticipation as he lined himself up. This was what you wanted. “I promise to fuck you until you forget who hurt you.” 

It was a grand declaration, but it was one that fell on the back of his first thrust. He rocked his hips slowly, hissing at the heat of you. He started slowly, savoring the way you stared at him with those wide eyes as he rocked his hips. You had your legs spread wide for him, every nerve in your body begging for his touch. It was a surrender and it was a celebration. He fucked you, he made love to you, he worshipped your body with mouth and hands and cock and you came, screaming for him twice before he allowed himself the pleasure. 

In the afterglow, he peppered kisses across your face and chest, running his hands across your body as if he could not get enough of you. 

“I would have you again and again if you would allow it.” He murmured into your hair. “I would have you until you pushed me away.” Something in that sounded like a confession, but you decided not to parse it. You felt warm from head to toe, rather than empty, as you had often felt after sex. 

“Thank you, Lucius.” You mumbled, “I needed this so badly.” He kissed your neck and ran his fingers through your hair. 

“Any time, darling.” And you thought he meant it. After another few minutes, you begrudgingly dragged yourself off the couch and the two of you got dressed. The process was hampered by Lucius’s unwillingness to keep his hands off of your body, but eventually you were both decent enough to finish your patrol. 

You left the prefect bathroom and strolled leisurely through the dungeons, lighter than you thought that you could be. 

-

Something dark festered inside of Severus. He had witnessed every look, every touch, every word, and something possessive roared in him every time you gave in to Lucius. Every concession, every allowance frayed at his self-control as he sat hidden behind a pillar. Hidden, that way, to you. 

Malfoy had seen Severus early in the encounter and had given him a singular smirk when you were too far gone to know his eyes were not on you. Hot shame bubbled in Severus at the thought of all the sighs and moans Lucius had been able to coax from you. The two of you had fucked for weeks and most of the sights and sounds from that night were brand new to him. 

Granted, he had never watched your face before. He had never praised you like Lucius did. He had never worshipped you, lathed you with the attention and praise that you deserved. He had no claim over you and yet he hated Lucius for giving you everything that Severus had failed at doing. He hated himself even more for what he had done to you. 

When Severus was sure the two of you were long gone, he swept from the shadows and fled back to the dungeons. He spent the night writhing against a pillow, images of your body wet and wanting for Lucius tormenting him endlessly.

Four

Something shifted between you and Lucius after you shagged. You had told yourself it would be a one-time thing, and you had held yourself to that, but he was… softer. He wrapped his arm around you when you walked places. He called you “love” and “darling” without it sounding like empty charm. He would sometimes sneak a kiss when you were supposed to be patrolling. 

It made your head spin. You had spent so much time pining for Severus that you had forgotten how to feel things for other men. Lucius awakened that in you now, one touch at a time.

“What is your goal, Lucius?” You asked one night during a patrol. He sighed happily as he always did at the sound of you saying his name. 

“Goal?” You frowned. 

“With me. All of this affection and attention. Aren’t you with—” 

“I am as much with Narcissa as you have been with Severus.” You winced. Of course, he knew. You had been lying about your use of the prefect bathroom. Malfoy made you feel things that you weren’t ready to face and so you had used the time as a reprieve. Some nights, you would just soak in one of the tubs and bring yourself release, rocking on your own fingers. 

“You’ve known all along?” You gasped, hot shame or embarrassment warming your chest “Why didn’t you—” 

“I will not force myself upon you, darling. I am here when you’re ready to come to me.” He stopped and turned to cup your face in his hand.

“Lucius, I—” he shushed you quietly, preventing the excuses from spilling from your lips before kissing you softly. 

“I will be anything you need for me to be, but only when you ask for it.” He informed you, and then he was patrolling again, several steps ahead of you. Your head spun. 

This was not the Lucius that you were used to.

You followed him—you had to; you were on a patrol—trying to work through it. Was this one of his games? What did he stand to gain? 

Maybe it really was just that simple. Maybe he wanted you to feel good.

You thought on it for several days. You had come to see Lucius differently. He was still a Malfoy through-and-through, but there was something else there. Deeper. Softer. 

At the end of the week, you sought him out. 

You found him in the prefect bathroom, soaking as Narcissa paced around him. Your stomach dropped when you saw them together, but something in Narcissa’s face had you slipping quietly into the room to hide behind a pillar. 

“I’m bored of Evan.” Narcissa announced, “Aren’t you bored?” 

Lucius examined the fingernails on his right hand. 

“I’m bored of this, certainly.” He stated dismissively. Narcissa huffed. 

“Lucius, I’ve forgiven you already for shagging her. Just forget about Evan and things can go back to normal. It’s not like you really care for her.” 

Your heart seized in your chest as Lucius looked up at Narcissa. You couldn’t quite parse his emotions, and that made you nervous. Not this. Not again. Not now. Your heart was a steady beat of no no no no no no no that nearly drowned out everything else. 

“Don’t presume to know who or what I care for, Narcissa. Leave or I’ll take away house points for trespassing in the prefect bathroom.”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. 

“Trespassing? You can’t take points from your own house.”

“Try me.” 

Narcissa opened her mouth as if to argue further, but she only growled and stormed out. You waited for the door to slam behind her before slipping into view. Lucius turned towards your footsteps and winced as he realized that you had been in the room. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

You smiled weakly and took a seat at the edge of the tub, crossing your legs. 

“I think I’m glad I did. I somehow didn’t expect to find her here.” You admitted sheepishly. From the beginning, Malfoy had offered you nothing more than “whatever you needed” which you took to mean comfort. You had no illusions that he wasn’t still shagging other people when you did not go to him, but the way he had been acting recently… Had you hoped?

“She’s been here every day I’ve had the room.” Lucius said, something flat in his tone. Your stomach dropped a bit, your heart aching from a betrayal you had no right to feel. 

“Oh.” You managed. Lucius looked up at you in alarm and moved closer to you, water splashing with his urgency. You started, staring down into his wide ice-blue eyes. You had never seen the Malfoy heir this earnest.

“Not like that. I mean- I haven’t- She’s been here trying to convince me to take her back. She’s grown bored of Evan or of people pointing out how close their bloodlines are, I’m not sure which.” He stumbled over his words for a moment before regaining his normal composure. If you hadn’t witnessed the moment of uncertainty yourself, you would never believe that it happened. 

”Oh. Why didn’t you?” Again, you found yourself asking questions you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer to. You weren’t sure yet what your feelings for Lucius were, but you knew that there were feelings. 

“I promise to focus on you and you alone.” Lucius said darkly, quoting his promise at your first encounter. The memory sent heat flaring through you, and you swallowed thickly in an attempt to reel it in. 

“Lucius.” You said softly. He closed his eyes and shivered at the sound of his name on your lips. When he opened them again, his pupils were blown wide and he watched you with such an intensity you weren’t sure if you could speak again. 

“I thought that was for the night.” You finally managed. “Have you—”

“Denied myself this entire time?” He finished for you. You nodded. 

“No.” Your heart dropped. 

“I haven’t wanted anyone else, there’s nothing to deny myself. I’ve been waiting for you to come back for more.” Oh.

Your brain scrambled to find a proper response but found nothing but sparks. You realized that selfishly, stupidly, you had wanted that to be the case, but you had never dared to hope…

Lucius pushed himself up against the side of the tub, breaking you out of your reverie as he moved closer to you. 

“You have come back for more, haven’t you?” He asked. Something feral dwelled just behind his eyes and you could feel heat pooling in your core. 

“Yes.” You rasped, the sound more wanton and pleading than you had hoped.

Lucius pushed himself fully from the water and you admired his glistening body as he crossed his room to grab his wand and whisk away the water. You started to stand from your spot on the floor but he stopped you with a hand and crossed the room again to kneel next to you.

You tried to ignore the fact that he was completely, gloriously naked next to you, but your body refused to comply. You were putty in his hands as he carefully unlaced and pulled off your shoes before gently rolling down your socks and placing them into your shoes. 

Every touch was both searingly hot and exceedingly gentle. You let him undress you entirely, feeling bare and vulnerable despite the fact that he had been naked first. He took in the sight of you, his eyes hungrily drinking in your bare flesh. 

“Can I touch you?” You asked, reaching towards him tentatively. 

“Not yet. I’d like to bathe together, if that’s alright.” It was a question, but he didn’t need to ask. You nodded dumbly and let him help you up and lead you down the stairs into the deep tub. The water was pleasantly warm, and his body was hot behind you. 

“When is the last time you relaxed?” Lucius asked, rubbing firm circles into the juncture between your shoulder blades. You moaned softly as he worked out a knot you hadn’t realized was there. The true answer was that you hadn’t relaxed since he had fucked you. You were sure he knew that, however, and wanted to hear you say it. Instead of giving him what he wanted, you played coy. 

“I’m well on my way to it now.” You purred, leaning into his touch. He chuckled and redoubled his efforts, letting you win for now. He massaged down your back, letting your water-slick skin slide under his un-calloused fingertips. 

He quietly murmured a summoning spell and you wondered if his trek across the room to gather his wand had been just for your enjoyment. When he pulled his hands away from your back, you nearly whined in disappointment. He stayed gone for a moment, lathering a bath cloth with soap before returning to gently rub circles down the back of your neck with the cloth. 

You let yourself relax under his ministrations as he slid the cloth down your arms and then moved to your back. It was oddly intimate, especially due to the nature of your entanglement with Lucius Malfoy, but it was because of the intimacy that you enjoyed it so much.

You hadn’t realized that this was what you craved. The sex was great and fun, the attention was lovely, and the compliments were always welcome, but intimacy was what Severus never gave you. 

“What are you thinking?” Lucius asked as he reached around you to lather your stomach. His voice was somewhere between curiosity and a warning, as if he could sense when Severus’s name crossed your mind. 

“This is lovely.” You said, turning to smile at him. The answer didn’t seem to placate him, so you turned and planted your hands on his shoulder, moving forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss. His lips parted for you instantly and his arms closed around you, pulling you closer. 

The cloth floated in the warm water, forgotten, as his fingers slid down your sides, thumbs gripping just above your hip bones. His kiss drew the air from your lungs and set your body aflame. You moaned into his mouth and he reciprocated with a quiet growl.

“Just lovely?” Lucius gasped, pulling away to catch his breath. You rolled your eyes at him and started to move away, but his grip on your hips kept you firmly in place. 

“I suppose it could be more than lovely.” You teased, leaning forward again. He stopped you from kissing him and you raised your eyebrows, confused. 

Instead, he pulled you into his chest and placed a kiss on your forehead. He said nothing for a long moment, just holding you to feel that you were there.

You and Lucius did not end up shagging that night, but you found yourself feeling just as satisfied as if you had. Oh, you were in trouble now.

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[circeyoru]

OH OH BTW TO THE PERSON WHO SAID I WAS A GENIUS FOR THINKING ABOUT COLLECTION OF OVERLORDS TYSM

It was my daily dose of fantasies at 1am *sighhh

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Haha~

While I'm happy for the interactions, at the moment, it's turning out to be more and more like you're using my inbox as your messaging ground. I understand you don't want to reveal your account, I'd like that you refrain from sending 'asks' if they were personal messages. Because frankly, I don't know how to treat this. I did so before because I'm honestly happy for your interaction and grateful for your idea, but it's getting out of hand in my opinion.

I'm not asking you to immediately show yourself, but others have been using their accounts to comment to said posts. So I think it's a bit unfair if I let you do this.

Sorry if you find this displeasing or offensive, however, I must put my foot down on such matters. Anymore of your personal messages won't be posted and I'll be privately reading them. Thank you.

(Apologize to the people that read this and have nothing to do with it. I have no idea who they are or if they will read this, so I had to use these tags. At least you can't say I never warned them.)

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[thickenmyblood]

I don't know how to thank you. This feels like the end of an era. I can't believe it's been 4yrs since you started posting hiuh and I was instantly hooked. It literally got me through the pandemic. I learned so much from the story and felt I had Neo as a therapist(the best in the world). You must be flooded with asks now but I am really curious how the story formed in your head. It's hard to believe how consistent the story is as you posted chapter by chapter. Did you outline the whole story when you started? did you stick to all the original ideas? if you changed your mind what were they? It really is a master piece - much much better than many published books I read and I hope you will publish someday, if that's what you want.

I'd also offer you my first born to have an epilogue. hopefully lamen with their child(ren) playing on the beach and Nicaise being the doting big brother. they all grew so much and deserve all the happiness. oh and Kastor and Jo and Galen for big family gathering. I'm so proud of all of them.

thank you thank you thank you for all your patience and genius and mostly, generosity.

hello!!!! i'm so happy that my story resonated with you and got you through some tough times. it did the same for me!

It's hard to believe how consistent the story is as you posted chapter by chapter.

thank you!! it will never be as good as it was in my head or as good as I know I could have made it if I had spent more time on it, but for me the most important thing is that it is completed and at least 70% of what I wanted it to be. a win is a win!!!

Did you outline the whole story when you started? did you stick to all the original ideas? if you changed your mind what were they?

i got the idea for a modern au break up fic in 2020 while I was writing and posting wtsioa. i started the story as a 20k one shot and then realized 5k into it or less that it was not going to fit into that word count. the reason was very simple: i did not want a break up fic centered around "miscommunication" in a naive, fluffy way. i did not want to write a fic where the main issue was that one loved the other too much or that they thought the other was cheating when it wasn't true, etc. i wanted to write a break up that felt honest to me, and this meant giving them both issues that felt real, that i saw in myself and in the people around me irl. which meant that it would take them both considerably more than 5k to get over them (if they ever did).

i outlined the fic very roughly. my first drafts . . . they are not it, girl. like, anyone that has read wtsioa knows that. I'm a much better editor than I am a writer, so for hiuh i outlined the main beats (nicaise calls damen after months, damen goes to therapy, nicaise is out of control and some incidents happen, laurent is dating maxime, they get back together). then, i wrote the entire thing in . . . a year? maybe less? then, i made a mistake and got cocky: i edited the first three chapters and started posting on ao3. that's why the fic took so long to post. i had to edit each chapter a lot after the first three were released.

i edited out too many things to count. things you wouldn't believe if I told you now because they make no sense when looking at the finished version. idalia was a pretty big character, and so was jokaste. in the og outline, I debated between claude/heavy drugs for nicaise. i almost named dog NIKANDROS!!!! damen actually punched aktis at the party when he talks shit about laurent . . . which led to him also punching nik. laurent slapping nicaise once. aimeric and damen baking together. then, there were things I wanted to write but couldn't because they didn't feel very real to me, despite being the best self indulgent daydream scenarios ever: damen hunting claude down (yeah, ruth wanted this to happen), dog getting sick, aimeric's EVERYTHING lol, nik and nicaise talking, etc.

thank you for sending this ask and reading the story through all the ups and downs and... lack of updates on my end!!! it has been the best experience ever, knowing that someone out there is reading and cares about what I made. thank you!!!!!!!!

#anon #hiuh #about the epilogue: i feel you #someone asked me what lamen telling nicaise would look like #but I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT OKAY #bc i already know what happens inside my head #some people were pissed about the cut off ending but i think it just gives the story such a hopeful note

[gizmo-writes]

The Witch | Part 2 | Siren!Wilbur soot

one person asked me to post part 2 so I must! I have no clue what to do for part 3. I'm always so bad at slow burn fics cuz I just wanna jump into lovey dovey stuff and drama. So if you guys have any ideas feel free to comment or send an ask or even a dm! I love y'all!

Y/n stood in the bathroom at her job, she looked at the scar on her neck with a sigh. She wished 404 had stabbed her in a better place, like he could've at least gone for her heart and then she wouldn't have to deal with hiding the scar. She fixed her turtle neck. She hated wearing turtle necks, it always felt like someone was choking her but now she had no choice. She walked out of the bathroom and put on a smile as she got back to her job.

Wilbur, Tommy and Phil walked into the diner. It was one they hadn't ever visited before. They usual stuck to the diner down the street or the chicken truck a few streets down. They never really came here. Y/n came around the bar, greeting the customers. "Hello, my names y/n, I'll be your server. You can sit wherever you'd like." She said, a sickly sweet smile on her face. The three men muttered an okay and walked to a booth.

Y/n tried to calm her nerves. She recognized Tommy instantly, the kid who saved her life. She tried to keep herself calm, not reveal her identity to the men. I mean, it didn't take a genius to figure out the tall, dark haired man besides him was Siren. He had the same dark, curly hair as Siren and the same jawline and height. I mean seriously, he needed a better mask. She didn't really recognize the other man, but she figured he was part of their little group as well.

She came over to the group of men with menus. "Alright, here are your menus. Our specialty tonight is clam chowder but just between you and me, i do not recommend.. unless you like canned clams." She giggled. The men looked at her with a bit of confusion. "Way to sell the soup to us," Tommy said with a chuckle. "Hey, I'm not gonna lie to you guys. It's absolute shit. The only thing I'd actually recommend is a burger but it usually depends on who's working the grill." She admitted. "Well, who's working the grill tonight," The man who you presumed was Siren, asked. "The one who makes the good burgers." She smiled. "Well, perfect, we'll take three burgers. And a round of water for the table." The older man said. "Wait, i want lemonade." Tommy said. "Okay, two waters, lemonade and three burgers." You repeated their order to them and they nodded. "Oh, wait, do you have coffee?" Siren, or whatever his real name was, asked. "Well, how much do you enjoy 4 hour old coffee?" She asked, giggling. "I'll pass then," He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll brew you a fresh batch." She smiled before walking off.

A blush grew on Wilbur's cheeks and Tommy was quick to point it out. "Oh my gosh! You're blushing! Should i ask her for her number for you?" Tommy laughed. "Jesus christ, not again," Wilbur groaned, covering his face with his hands. "I mean we need to get you a lady, I'm tired of you being so clingy," Tommy said, chuckling. "Oh shut up!" Wilbur groaned, rubbing his head, "you're giving me a headache already." He added. "Welp, unfortunately for you i cant fix a headache." Tommy shrugged. "Well, you can if you stop messing with me." Wilbur said. Phil just laughed at the two.

Y/n was thankful that the diner was empty, she wasn't sure if she could deal with other customers as she was trying not to freak out that Tommy, Siren and some other member of the syndicate were their. Not to mention she was sweating because of the damn turtle neck. Y/n came back to the table with a tray of drinks. "Alright, we got one lemonade, a water and a cup of freshly brewed coffee." She sat down the drinks in front of the men. "Would you like any cream or sugar?" She asked Siren/Wilbur. "Oh, no, I prefer it black, thank you." He smiled at her. "A man after my own heart," she spoke before she even realized what she had said. Sirens eyes widened, a blush rising on her cheeks as she quickly walked away.

Jesus Christ, she couldn't figure out why she said it. Maybe it was because of all of her nerves, when she's nervous she resorts to joking or playfully flirting but she had never said something like that. She wasn't exactly the flirtatious type, especially not even she was a civilian. Sure, she loved to playfully taunt, tease and joke with people when she was The Witch, but when she was just y/n? Oh no, she was as awkward as they come.

Y/n came back after a few minutes with the burgers. "Alright, I've got three burgers. Here ya go," she sat down the plates. "Also, i am so sorry about earlier i don't know what- why I said that. I'm so sorry," y/n profusely apologized to the man who was siren. "Oh don't worry, he liked it," Tommy said, earning an elbow to the ribs from Siren. "Uh, it's alright. I uh, i didn't mind it." He smiled. "Okay, cool. I was just making sure I'll still get a tip," she joked. "Oh you'll definitely get a tip now," Tommy said, earning another elbow to the ribs that made him double over. "What the hell Wilbur!" Tommy yelled at him. Oh, so his name was wilbur. "Kids, cut it out." Phil said. "Sorry dad," the two men said in unison.

So the older man was their father. Interesting. Y/n walked back behind the counter. She tugged at her turtle neck. Fuck, it was so uncomfortable, she couldn't wait to get home and change. As the men finished their meal, Wilbur came up to the counter. "Uh, is this where I pay?" He asked. "Oh, yeah, let me get your bill." She smiled, walking to the register. She handed him the bill. "So how will you be paying? Daddy's money or card?" She joked. "Ah, daddy's money of course." Wilbur chuckled. She gave him a smile before taking the credit card from his hand. "Was everything good?" She asked as she did the transaction. "Delicious, the burgers were actually pretty good." Wilbur said. "Good, if you ever come back, make sure to ask if Ryan is working and if he is.. then you'll know you're getting a good burger. But if James is working, run." She giggled, handing him his card back. "Got it, Ryan good, James bad." Wilbur said and she nodded.

"Oh, by the way. We left a tip on your table," Wilbur added. "Thanks, you guys really didn't have to. I know i Can be really awkward." Y/n giggled. "Don't worry, it was cute." Wilbur smiled. Her eyes widened as she watched him walk off. Oh.. so he thought she was cute... interesting. Y/n walked over to the now empty table. She saw her tip under the coffee mug. "What the fuck?" She picked up the hundred dollar bill. Underneath it was a napkin with a number scribbled on it and a note that said "text me, if you'd like - Wilbur" Wait.. Siren just gave her his fucking number? Oh god.

She stuffed the napkin and hundred dollar bill in her pocket. "Hey, Ryan! That was the last costumer, we're good to close." She called out, locking the door. She closed up the diner before head back home.

Y/n sat on her bed after she had gotten home and changed. She stared at the phone number. Should she text him? Would that even be a good idea? She didn't like to get involved with people anymore. There's a reason she kept people at a safe distance nowadays.. and the last thing she needed was to fall in love with another damn supervillain.

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Happy Halloween!!!🎃🧡🍭🍬👻🍫

For the trick or treat challenge, if I may, I'd love a Thrawn x OC moodboard (TRICK 🎃) with Vampire AU theme, and a Thrawn x reader headcanon (TREAT 👻) with First night theme

Thank you sooo much!!!🎃👻🎃👻😘

Hiiii

I'm so so so sorry. Halloween is over but i was very busy and i'm a workaholic girl ^^ So here we are.

First night with Thrawn x Reader - Headcanon

Absolutely nothing will happen because neither of you knows what to do.

...

Okay, it's a joke. (Or not)

Really. I don't see anything conclusive about this. It won't be wonderful, because Thrawn is simply not an expert in this area. He is a military genius and thinks that everything is handled exactly like a war.

As for you, you are terribly anxious. You are afraid of not being good enough and disappointing him. I mean...It's the first night you're going to spend together and you have no idea how it's going to happen. I imagine that to be sure, you will put on your best underwear and wear your favorite perfume. You will leave nothing to chance.

You have decided to spend an evening the way you like it: an opera or an art gallery, a good meal.

The difference is that this evening, you offered to spend the night at your place.

A very courageous proposal when you know that he first asked you why you wanted him to sleep with you even though you didn't live very far from each other. (He's too smart to understand this kind of simple thing).

So you ended the evening at home, in your living room for a last drink. And there was an indescribable atmosphere between you, mixing anxiety and excitement.

It's not like you've never made an intimate gesture towards each other. No. You've kissed before (although your first kiss was a disaster since your teeth clashed) and even held hands in a public place. But this is new and you wonder if he will be able to take the first step towards you.

Damn, this was going to be carnage.

However, his hand brushed against yours and you saw it as an invitation. You approached him to kiss him and he offered no resistance.

After you bumped several times against the painting, the wall, the sofa and spilled the bottom of your glass on the carpet with your foot, you ended up asking him to go to your room.

It was soft, delicate and also a little clumsy. However, you were very surprised to see that Thrawn mastered certain aspects (he carried you to your bed, kissed you on the neck and did not hesitate to touch you with tenderness). You weren’t so sure of your knowledge about him.

Besides, you wondered about him for a long time: did he function in the same way as you? Did the Chiss reproduce like humans? You were surprised that he reassured you about it before you even had to ask him the question.

You spent more time getting to know each other than actually sleeping together. Which allowed for some rather awkward moments between you, notably when it was necessary to put on a condom and you had to initiate it. It was quite sexy after all.

You had to ask him to stop asking questions and enjoy. And also to stop comparing what was happening to you to what he had read in books the previous week.

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Susan Kay's 'Phantom' Read: Part IV (Nadir)

I always knew I'd have mixed feelings about this chunk of the book.

I feel like the issues with the rampant Orientalism and just generally how very wrong Kay is about so much of this have been sufficiently commented on by others, so I'm not going to spend a lot of real estate on that. I'm mainly going to focus on what bugs me personally.

Which is... well, several things

Where do I start?

I guess with "Nadir" himself. I don't know who "Nadir" is, but he's #NotMyDaroga. 'Why's that?' You may ask? Well because, in my opinion, he's only tangentially related to his source material. There's a lot here that checks the boxes: Daroga of Mazanderan, reluctant with many of his duties, simultaneously in awe of and terrified of Erik’s genius all of that's in there. Buuuuut

First of all, Kay took the most practical, likeable character in Leroux's work and made him whiny and annoying. All he does for the first five pages is complain. Within those five pages he also refers to himself as "regrettably squeamish". Nothing happens in the course of this episode to show him growing out of that, so how we get the, pragmatic badass who haunts the Paris opera house keeping Erik in check I have no idea (I also have no idea how this is gonna go later in the book).

Not only that but this in particular stuck out to me:

Some of the illusions were positively supernatural, and long before the show was at an end, I was quietly convinced that I stood in the presence of a genie, created from fire more than two thousand years before Adam. I noted uneasily that he was left handed. Every Moslem knows that the devil is left handed--it is for this reason that we always take care to spit to the left. My fingers felt instinctively for the amulets that hung at my neck, an outstretched hand made in silver and the dried eye of a sheep, killed at Mecca on the great day of sacrifice. Both were powerful protective agencies, and I had never felt more in need of their protection. I took care not to meet his gaze, for I already feared his evil eye.

This stands in sharp contrast to the Persian of Leroux:

If I had been a superstitious man or easily susceptible to weakness, I could not have failed to think that I had to do with a siren of some sort whose task was to trouble the voyager bold enough to travel on the waters of the lakeside house; but, thank God, I come from a country where the fantastic is so cherished that we know it to its depths, and in times past I myself have studied it extensively. Anyone who knows the magicians trade can excite the human imagination with a few simple tricks.

Of course you can make the argument that the Persian speaking here has known Erik for years now and is wise to his tricks, whereas Kay's "Nadir" is seeing them for the first time. But I'm sorry. I don't buy it. Leroux's Daroga, though amazed and awestruck by Erik's skills at illusion, never indicates that he has even been so fooled by them as to actually mistake him for more than what he is: a genius, certainly, but no genie.

Which leads me to wonder if Erik's magic tricks in this book aren't a little too fantastic. Granted Kay never leads us to believe that they really are supernatural, but she uses Erik's degree of genius as a bit of a shield to get away with not revealing the secrets to some truly fantastic tricks, while Leroux nearly always explains Erik's mechanisms (whether they would work to the level of efficacy Leroux describes its up for debate, but he at least does have explanations for them all.

I think it's hilarious and contemptible that Kay has, at numerous times in this book, dropped incredibly clunky and gratuitous clusters of architectural technical terms, just lists of them for no apparent reason except, I can only assume, to show off how much research she did on the subject; and then makes it so patently obvious that her cultural research is dubious, negligible, or entirely non-existent.

She goes to great lengths to paint Nadir as a devout Muslim, which is not something Leroux ever did, now that I think about it. I don't doubt that the Persian is, at least culturally, be he seems quite ambivalent to his religion, as a rule. It quite literally (as far as I can recall) never comes up. But Nadir is. Several times she has him exclaim "Allah" much in the way a Westerner would use "God" as an expletive. Not "Wallah" not even "By Allah" just "Allah".

"Allah, how I hated cats!"

And it's not only the things he says but the things he doesn't say that annoy me (though I'm a layman, and very much open to correction). Common Islamic phrases that could easily be used in any of the situations Nadir finds himself in are completely left by the wayside. There isn't even a single "Inshallah" in his entire narrative.

Another problem I have is that Kay's Daroga is a widower with a sick son. A very complex emotional relationship develops among Erik, Nadir, and Nadir's son, Reza, to whom Erik feels an affinity, as the boy is slowly crippled by a debilitating congenital disease. I have a problem with this because its all very... I call it the Michael Burnham effect. That is to say this is a very important and big emotional thing in The Persian's relationship with Erik and I don't believe that this wouldn't have come up in any of the Persian's narrative if it was actually the case. This is a liberty which Kay, in my opinion, shouldn't have taken. It affects Erik's entire relationship with The Persian in ways that strain my credulity. And it's part of the reason that Erik's character here is fully beginning to stray deeper into a musical-based version than the Leroux-version (which I have a problem with, as this book is ostensibly following Leroux's outline). She even goes to far as to have Erik acknowledge Nadir, with complete (if reluctant) sincerity, as his friend. And this pretty much confirms my suspicions of where "Erik and Daroga are friends" comes from. Whatever Erik and The Persian's odd relationship in the book is, I can't call it friendship with how frequently The Persian calls him "the monster".

Note don't get me wrong Erik and Daroga do definitely have a bizarre bond that is, I think, a kind of friendship. Daroga feels sympathy for Erik, and also responsibility for him. He is, in many, ways, more like an older brother than a friend. I could say so much on this subject but that's for another post.

But what I find really baffling and annoying about Erik and Nadir's "friendship" in this book is the drugs.

I can't express how repugnant I find this. I think it's an insult to both Erik and the Persian, the fact that Nadir HIMSELF GETS ERIK HOOKED ON OPIUM. WHY. And then she has the fucking nerve to lampshade with all the "Oh yes Opium's a terrible horrible deadly habit" Only to have Nadir turn right around and give Erik his fix. What the actual fuck.

But setting aside that Susan Kay actually said "I'm not just going to make Nadir annoying, I'm also going to make him an enabler!" Is the fact that... I just don't buy Erik doing drugs.

I know Erik is an artist, and artists throughout the ages have been associated with decadent habits like drugs and alcohol to soothe their tortured souls or broaden their minds to ever more fantastic plains blah blah blah.

But Erik is not an every day kind of character. Erik is notable in how uniquely he glories in his tribulations. Erik's music in particular is a manifestation of his pure emotions both good and bad, and I think for him to alter his moods with substances, to him, would sully the purity of his art, which he always characterizes as a spiritual, almost holy thing.

And here's another thing. Part of the reason Erik is doing opium in this book is, yes the horrors of his past, but also the terrible things he's doing in the present... which I do think Erik of Leroux did grow sick of what was demanded of him in Persia (he explicitly says he wanted to put it all behind him), but I don't think he probably felt... that bad about it? I dunno maybe that's just me.

Moving on.

I'll pause here to say that while I think Kay is a bit guilty of "de-fanging" Erik in this book, I genuinely do appreciate her emphasis on his affinity for the weak and broken, and his knack with animals.

So now I come to one of the things that made me look most askance at this section. Again, the conceit of this book (or at least what I was given to understand the conceit was) is that its filling in the blanks that Leroux left vague. And I don't really know if that was Susan Kay's intention, but it's certainly how the Phandom took it. Which is why it bugs me when there are things in here that either don't quite jive with canon or straight up contradict it.

Now in terms of the canon of Leroux's actual book, we're not sure exactly which Shah employed Erik. Leonard Wolf point out that Leroux mentions Erik "[fighting] the Emir" and posits that he is referring to the Afghani-Persian war of 1837. This would put Erik’s age in PotO at about 60, assuming he was very young at the time (in his teens). That would make Erik's patron Mohammad Shah Qajar.

However M. Grant Kellermeyer (and most others writing about this period in Erik’s life, including Susan Kay) favour the idea that Erik’s patron was Mohammed's son, Nasser al din Shah Qajar.

When Erik and the Persian talk about the "Rosy Hours of Mazanderan" they both make mention of the "Little Sultana", who is described by Leroux's narrator in the epilogue as "the Shah-in-Shah's favourite", whose boredom was the Shah's impetus for sending the Persian to find Erik in the first place, and whose delight in bloodthirsty spectacles of torture and execution allowed Erik's talents in those areas to develop into a finely honed art.

Now I would take "the Little Sultana" to mean one of the Shah's wives, concubines, daughters, or even a sister.

But Kay, for some inexplicable reason, chooses to interpret this capricious (and bloodthirsty) female figure--the Shah's favourite--as his... mother.

Now Nasser al din Shah's mother was Malek Jahan Khanom, who, true to Kay's portrayal was Regent of Persia for one month (September 5th - October 5th) in 1848. Also like Kay's "Khanum", Malek was a formidable and politically savvy woman, and definitely not an individual you would want to cross.

I can't dispute the idea of the Khanom being an incredibly powerful figure, and the type you would need and want to keep appeased (she is described by Kay as keeping her son firmly under her thumb), but I have to look at the fact that Kay read "The Little Sultana, the Shah's Favourite" and really said, "Right. That'll be his mom" and squint a little bit.

On top of this, the Khanum is characterized as having a sexual obsession with Erik, very similar to the way Duchess Josiana is aroused by Gwynplaine's facial deformity in Victor Hugo's The Man Who Laughs, and is first irritated, then enraged by Erik's constant indifference. This fact is not lost on the Shah.

I just don't know ya'll. It's...I just... I don't know about this.

M. Grant Kellermeyer speculates that the "Little Sultana" Leroux refers to, to be the seventh wife of Nasser al din Shah, Jeyran, whom he first took as a mistress in around 1850 following a chance encounter during which he apparently fell in love with her on sight. One story of their meeting even asserts that she was one of his mother's servants.

If that is the case it would be one reason why Malek and Jeyran stood locked for years in stark political opposition to each other.

Jeyran was herself formidable and enjoyed many masculine pursuits including hunting and shooting, and not even the Khanom was able to dissuade Nasser from conferring her the title of Forough ol-Saltaneh, or from naming her son the crown prince (though this decision was stuck in political hell for years because of Jeyran's lack of influential blood-lines).

She was his favourite wife until her early death in 1860 at the age of 29.

It's my opinion that Leroux's "Little Sultana" is a composite of Jeyran and her successor as the Shah's favourite, Anis al-Dalweh, who was even more formidable and politically savvy than Jeyran. She was the only one of the Shah's wives known to share his meals and the only one he suffered to publicly criticize him, and she took over Malek's duties as the head of the harem upon her death in 1873.

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[mcflymemes]

NATIONAL TREASURE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2004 film

what do you see?

i'm gonna steal it.

this is cool. is this how you feel all the time?

what time is it now?

i'm so sorry i dropped you.

once we catch them, what do we do?

and you have no idea where he went?

just tell me what you told my friend.

is this real?

tell me what i need to know.

i made something for you.

what do you think? i'm a hostage.

stop chatting and get in the van.

then we keep looking for it.

you're not supposed to be up here, looking at that.

come on romeo, get out of there.

you know the key to running a convincing bluff? every once in a while you've got to be holding all the cards.

honey, stay as long as you'd like.

i know what i have to do, i'm just trying to think if there's anything else we could do.

you know what? i take it back. you're not liars. you're insane.

people don't talk that way anymore.

i would have done exactly the same to you.

i thought i'd be a good idea to have a duplicate.

you're treasure hunters, aren't you?

so we find a way to make sure the status quo changes in our favor.

who were those men?

you know what you have to do.

don't speak again.

i'm not going.

it's only a matter of minutes before the FBI shows up at my front door.

why don't you just come back down here and we can talk through this together.

will someone please explain to me what these magic numbers are?

are you crying?

look, i will let you hold this if you promise to shut up! please! thank you!

i know the person who has the originals.

do you want something?

i see why you left him.

look, if you wanted to leave me behind, you shouldn't have told me where you were going.

okay, pay attention.

we found bullet casings.

delicious jams and jellies?

it's not a conspiracy theory.

you owe me $35 plus tax.

you know something? you're shouting again.

we missed it.

you know, thomas edison tried and failed nearly 2,000 times to develop the carbonized cotton-thread filament for the incandescent lightbulb.

at least i had your mother, for however brief a time.

this is huge.

this is a waste of time.

i'm just trying to hide from my ex-husband.

beautiful, huh? i have no idea what you said.

you're a genius.

enjoy. go ahead.

everything i told you was the truth.

you are gonna go to prison. you know that right?

how do a bunch of guys with hand tools build all this?

you're not hurt, are you?

did bigfoot take it?

well... this might be possible.

do you have a visual?

yeah, rub it in.

is there a door that doesn't lead to prision?

at least i had you. what you do you have?

if it's any consolation, you had me convinced.

it means if there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsiblity to take action.

what if we go public? plaster the story all over the internet?

are you all right?

you handled that well.

the guests know something happened but they don't know what.

well. that would bother most people.

someone's got to go to prison.

you would do well to be a little more civilized in this instance.

you don't know this?

this isn't a day for "um."

he doesn't remember a thing.

we can't go back there.

it means the treasure is real.

i've never been so happy to be proven wrong.

our evil plan is working.

i'm still not against you.

i'm in a little trouble.

i know something about history that you don't know.

i'd be very excited to learn about it.

still a little on edge from being shot at, but i'll be okay. thanks for asking.

there was no file opened. we didn't find the information credible.

if you're not a steak, you don't belong here.

anyone crazy enough to believe us isn't gonna want to help.

when are we gonna get there? i'm hungry. this car smells weird.

you're all lunatics!

are you trying to steal that?

why does that never happen with me?

it's not like we have our reputations to worry about.

we did the only thing we could do to keep it safe.

hold on one second. let me just take in this moment.

they don't have it.

a toast to high treason.

there's no chance anyone can steal this.

hey, i don't make the prices.

the aliens helped them.

who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

i'm taking the whole thing.

you know, i really couldn't accept something like that normally... but i really want it.

now could you please stop shouting?

give me that!

i leveled with you one hundred percent.

you're still shouting, and it's really starting to annoy.

we probably deserved that.

no broken bones? a jump like that could kill a man.

it's invisible.

i volunteered.

i don't have that on my computer.

can i marry your brain?

you know, something i've noticed about fishing? it never works out so well for the bait.

we don't actually have it.

they're like early american x-ray specs.

i'm sorry for your suffering.

here's to the men who did what was considered wrong in order to do what they knew was right.

why do you care?

i lost my feed.

i don't know where anyone is anymore. i have nothing!

get out of there! get out of there now!

it was cool. you should try it sometime.

for the record, i like the house.

enjoy your spoils.

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Author note: 😭💖Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes! THANK YOUUU ALL SO MUCH- I'm very grateful for all the support 😚yes I'm still writing the Tyler Galpin x Reader fic!! Part 2 will be out before Saturday (I hope), but here's a little something to celebrate 1000 likes!!! 🥺💞

Batman x Gender Neutral Reader

words: 887 . 🥺💞Song suggestion while reading: Cherries by Madison beer

Summary: It's been one year since you've started dating the Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprise and still, it feels like you're living in a dream to know both you and him are in love and are together! Though not always together physically, unfortunately due to Brucey's secret vigilante life- You could only hope he makes it in time to celebrate your and his anniversary. . .

BRRRRRR.

"Speak." Oh how you missed hearing that gentle, masterful calm voice of his.

He's most likely in his batmobile right now, flying over the city or doing something genius you haven't figured out yet.

"Mm, got any plans for tonight, Batman?" With your hip, you leaned on the coffee table and stared out the floor-to-ceiling glass window of a penthouse. (One of many you shared with your future husband all over the city.)

"Depends on who's the lovely person asking. And I thought I've told you not to call me during–"

"–Night patrols, yes but. . ." You twisted the silky curtain fabric around your finger, "I just really wanted to hear your voice." Also to see if he remembered your anniversary date.

There was a small pause before a delicious low chuckle trailed down your body tenderly in vibrations through the phone. "Will that be all?"

Oh no it won't be once he gets his ass here.

You tightened the lavish bathrobe around you, "hopefully I'm not disturbing you too much, Mr Batman. But if you have some time to spare, I'd appreciate it if you'd spend it on me."

Another one of his entertained chuckle runs through your nerves like silk.

You sighed dreamily, "it would really make my night. . ."

"I'll come to you within 24 hours," you swear you heard a teasing smile in his lovely deep voice. (He had no idea what a chase you'll be giving him this time. If it'll even be a chase at all for the big brain he has.)

"I'm not at my (our) usual place. . . " That was the first clue you gave him, "how ever will you find me?"

He guaranteed before hanging up, "you're never far from me. If that's all, I'll need to get going to see you soon." Oh he'd better.

You left the phone on the coffee table and laid out on the lounge sofa to relax, looking out at the world-wide view and specks of stars in the great sky. If he's late, you planned to sleep here for the night. . .

But true to his words, you didn't have to wait long, sensually alone, drinking some juice in your fluffy bathrobe when the sound of the doors opening gently alerted you.

"Baby," his footsteps ring from behind you and closer they reached until a large warm hand lands on your hip.

"It didn't take you very long to get here," you pouted and turned your head around to see the handsome love of your life- though internally your heart jumped for joy at how early he arrived.

They were piercing in the shadows, but sweet in the lights as Bruce's sapphire blue eyes would sweep across your whole body from head to toe for a minute (something like his routine as Alfred, his butler, had once said) admiring you.

"I tried to delay myself as best as I can to give you some space, (Name), but it is almost midnight." So he knew all along. What an eyeroll moment if not for how wonderful he is looking down at you with that sweet loving smile and his burning hand on your covered skin.

He then crouched and leaned in closer to softly- like a butterfly- kiss the center of your forehead, the ironed tie of his suit hung and grazed at your arm as he held that kiss for a while.

Then you couldn't help speaking, "I thought I'd give you a little challenge. . ." Which wasn't very hard in the first place if he had placed a tracker on you somewhere, somehow like he'd usually do. For safety reasons, you'd assume.

"Oh yeah? And how did that go," he cocked his eyebrow sharply.

"Not very effective but I don't care," you reached out your arms around his neck and tugged him down onto your body. "I hope you have alot more time because I'm not letting you go until tomorrow night."

Bruce allowed this, you were well aware of his extremely superior strength and how much you had an effect on this hero who'd melt in your proximity.

His strong chest pressed down on yours and suddenly you could feel his heart beat racing against yours. . . Like there was nothing except both of your flesh and bones being the obstacle for your hearts to join into one. . . He kissed the side of your lips like he couldn't resist your pull. "Of course not, I don't expect anything less from you, (Name) Wayne. . . I couldn't stop loving you even if I had tried."

"No complaints, Brucey. I'm having you all for myself for the day." You said confidently though didn't mean it completely, sure you could be selfish but the city needed Batman more than you do. . . You have his heart and that's more than enough. (Also his wealth but that's not the point)

Many times in your life you've seen the absolute lovestruck way he's looked at you, but the warmth shimmering between your body and his as he, unblinking, gazed seriously into your soul. . . Made you fall in love again and again. As if you couldn't love him enough.

Bruce whispered near your jaw in the sweetest voice, cracking near the end. "(Name). . . Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary too, Brucey." You kissed him back, deeper than ever. The night was still young after all.

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[greypetrel]

*peeks* *runs away, just to return with TEGLIA DI LASAGNE*

What's Alyra's unfiltered opinion on the other blorbos? And most importantly, on their crushes 👀 Also, if Max had to feed Liara a typical dish from Earth, what would it be?

*corre dietro alle lasagne* Offro panettone in cambio! *apre un trench pieno di panettoni*

Oh LOL, Alyra's opinions are FUN.

Alyra on the other blorbos:

Raina: "Bat-shit crazy. A wild card. I don't know how is she even alive eating what she does. Useful, but an asset you can't direct. Perfect for Kirkwall. How is she alive eating how she does, tho. Note to self: never EVER accept an invitation to drink with her, the tavern she seems to favour is the one place you will catch your death by germs." Garrett: "Reliable, if you need the Hawkes, ask him and not his sister. Questionable humour, makes Alistair's seem refined. Not swayable if you touch his family. Jovial, friendly, potentially dangerous." Aisling: "Clever, very fit for politics, reliable as an ally. Do not ever admit that to her face, she'd be even more annoying than she is. Irritatingly unsure of herself and to have around. Good ally, dangerous as enemy, the People needs more like her. Morrigan likes her, so it's fine, can entrust her with them." After Trespasser: "Can't see why she disbanded the Inquisition and went stealth. Fucking Teagan ruined another good thing." Radha: "A grudgy spy. Never cross her if not to impart the killing blow. Good as an asset, too impredictable as an ally. Keep your cards to your chest when she's around." Max: "Reliable, good at her job, but I'll take that playlist and shove her where the sun doesn't shine."

Alyra on the crushes. But taken as a unit because it's more fun:

Raina+Merrill+Bela: "Merrill seems happy so it's fine, I'm glad she got away from fucking Merethari. Isabela? Good taste, nothing to say. Luckily Alistair told no to the threesome, it would have been awkward. Remember to thank him without explain exactly why lest he becomes annoying. The raccoon seems more manageable." Garrett+Fenris: "Do not cross one if you don't mean to cross both. Give money to Fenris to counter slavers, whatever he wants. The Blue Wraith? Suggest him a better name. Or a lack of one. Nothing to say, they're a fine couple, both good people." Aisling+Cullen: "Good for him to having got his head out of his ass. Sappy, horribly so. What could have been with Alistair. Finance their clinic, why not. But invites to dinner? Once in a while, too sappy otherwise." Max+Liara: "No, god, no. Good for each other I guess, do not approach. She's clever, reminds me of Merrill. Can tone the crazy engineering down. Why her cabinets sounds when she opens them? WHY. Run."

Liara's menu for Max, taken from the most renowned historical source on Italian cooking: GialloZafferano

Shrimps in pink sauce (Max likes rock music from the 80s. She searched a fish recipe from the 80s and that's what she found. Doesn't really understand why mixing mayo and ketchup is considered a think to do, but she won't question it, maybe it'll be another genius idea of Joey Tempest and she'd like to talk about other things this evening thank you.)

Gran Fritto Misto of fish, zucchini and zucchini flowers (of course, she has to conquer the girl.)

A very special place bought directly in Livorno Max won't shut up about and will be the piece de resistence and actually get the girl:

Caramelized figs crostata as a dessert.

Honestly this was an overkill, Max would have been conquered by a bottle of spuma alone. The expectations over her liking the cinque e cinque (it's a sandwich filled with a thin pie made from chickpea flour, a typical streetfood from Livorno) would be sky-high, but she will like it a lot, Max won't cry. They need to talk about her problem with spuma (a fizzy drink you only find in Tuscany. Much to my chagrin because it's so good and I'd like to drink some, right now), Max, honey, you have to drink water, not only fizzy drinks.

#petrel replies #alyra mahariel #max shepard #shiara #I hope it makes sense because I was laughing while writing. #*Max starts speaking in heavy tuscan accent without pronouncing the K sounds for too much emotion*

[jamiesfootball]

apologies if this has been asked/answered/referenced somewhere i haven't seen but where did the title for 'oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)' come from??? every time i see/read it i feel like i've read something inherently profound. if you came up with it you're even more of a poet and a genius than reading the fic had led me to believe - which was a lot lol (seriously it's so good, literally how???????????????????? i feel like this title is haunting me and the fic has definitely caused some level of brain rot)

THANK YOU FOR SAYING IT GAVE YOU BRAIN ROT. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO FLATTERED.

The closest I have come to talking bout the title is here but at that point the title was still redacted on my posts so I'd say that barely counts!

So this is going to be long. Do try to bear with me, I've done my best.

The title is pieced together from two different song lyrics, but I think I did an excellent job in both picking a title that echoes the themes AND in smushing it together to make something new.

Oh god you're gonna get it is from Florence + The Machine's 'Girls Against God', which is one of those songs that came on when I was deep in the blorbo feels and they imprinted on the song so now that song just is a Roy Kent song to me, with many parts of it speaking to the vibe I wanted to bring into this fic. The quiet helplessness, the barely restrained incandescent rage -- all set against tragic, mundane life.

What I love most about this part of the title is that it's so loaded with meaning. Because 'oh god you're gonna get it' can read as 'oh god, you will understand'. Is it reassurance? Is it telling someone that it's okay if you're confused and lost now, because in the future they will understand?

Is it foreshadowing? Is it a warning? 'Oh enjoy you're obliviousness and confusion now, because one day it will make sense and you will understand. Oh god, will you ever understand.'

Then we have the part of the song that contains the title:

Oh God, you're gonna get it You'll be sorry that you messed with us

And here it becomes a threat of violence, and echo of rage acting against outside forces.

So that's part 1 of the title.

The nested part of the title, the part in parenthesis, is 'you have not been given love' by A Balladeer. Now, this song is more vibes than lyrics, though it does have some echoing ideas towards Jamie regarding generational trauma. That mixed with the lamenting tonality with which it's sung made this one really stick out.

Well, that and the fact that the title is repeated no less than sixteen fucking times. You can see why it was stuck in my head, yes?

Again, though, the lyric when taken at face-value feels loaded with meaning. On the one hand, it's someone recognizing, 'oh, I understand now. there have been circumstances in your life that have brought you to were you are now, and how you are able to perceive love has been directly affected by how you have not received it before.' But then it's also saying 'hey, those things you lived through, those things that other people gave you. those weren't love. you know that right?' And finally it's an understanding about someone, 'oh, you are an unfed thing. you do not know what love is, because you have never been given it'

Even if you take each part of the song piecemeal, with each section representing a different character, you end up with a fascinating tension. But if we combine the two we get this reverberation between the getting and the given. 'You will get', and nested with it 'you have not been given'. You will get your understanding (that you have not been given love). Oh god you will understand (that you are an unloved thing). You will make them pay (for they did not give you love). And most importantly

Oh god you're gonna to get (the love you were not given)

#I hope this makes sense #thank you so much for your wonderful message - I quite literally thought about it all day #and I'm glad you've enjoyed my one very very long chapter so far! #fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) #ask box is always open #fic testimonials

[dream-meister-translations]

THE TALE OF FOOD

NOTE : These translations are done using the SG/MY version of the game, we apologize for any inconsistencies that may come with the official English release.

EEL NOODLE SOUP - STORY #1

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The slow melody begins to play. With a few light and agile notes, before gradually transforming into a more passionate and intense sound as it reaches the climax of the song. 

EEL NOODLE SOUP : This is one of my most recent inspirations! That day it happened to be raining. I went to a cafe on the street corner, thinking I'd wait inside for the rain to stop.

EEL NOODLE SOUP : I immediately sensed it. This was the inspiration I had been missing for so long!

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OPTION 1 : I'd like to experience that too.  EEL NOODLE SOUP : Oh. You're interested in this kind of thing too? How about next time you join me in my search for inspiration? EEL NOODLE SOUP : I always try to mix things up and go to new places. So it's sure to be a unique experience and never disappoint! EEL NOODLE SOUP : Ah...My apologies. I got a bit carried away there.

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OPTION 2 : I think it's a novel idea.  EEL NOODLE SOUP : Well, creativity stems from life and the mind. As long as you have a heart that loves life, you will have a great imagination.  EEL NOODLE SOUP : The richer your imagination, the more it can provide an endless source of creative inspiration, which can also bring about more genius ideas and genuine smiles from the audience.  EEL NOODLE SOUP : Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away talking about myself

EEL NOODLE SOUP : What do you think, Master? Is this song good enough to be included in my debut anniversary concert?

EEL NOODLE SOUP : I'm kinda worried it might clash with the style of my other songs. Those were inspired by different things. Like, the chirping of birds in the morning, the rich aroma of brewing coffee, and the gentle trickle of a stream. 

EEL NOODLE SOUP : After all, rainy days often make people kinda sad, right?

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OPTION 1 : I felt happy when I heard the song. EEL NOODLE SOUP : Really!? That's great!! EEL NOODLE SOUP : I thought I might not have effectively conveyed the concept well enough.  EEL NOODLE SOUP : There were a couple of teenagers outside of the cafe, dancing around in the rain without a care in the world. Though, I couldn't quite understand why they would do something like that, I recognized they must have felt immense happiness in that moment!  EEL NOODLE SOUP : This song was created to capture the essence of that genuine, unbridled joy. I'm thrilled that you appreciate it.

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OPTION 2 : A song created with heart is certainly appropriate. EEL NOODLE SOUP : I put a lot of heart into each and every one of my songs! Music has the power to inspire, and with my natural talent to create harmonious melodies, it's important for me to continually put my heart into creating inspiring music!  EEL NOODLE SOUP : All I want is to provide strength and encouragement to the listeners! EEL NOODLE SOUP : I hope that those who listen to my songs can find joy in them. I love seeing others smile. EEL NOODLE SOUP : I especially love your smile, Master. It always serves to warm my heart and give me lots of encouragement!

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EEL NOODLE SOUP : Since you believe this song won't clash with my existing set-list, I'm confident about including it.

EEL NOODLE SOUP : Thank you so much, you've been a great help! If I didn't have a manager as lovely and versatile as you, I can't even begin to imagine how chaotic my career as an artist would have been.

EEL NOODLE SOUP : Having you by my side is truly wonderful. Please continue to be with me forever! 

EEL NOODLE SOUP : You want to know if I arranged this gig by myself? Ah, I see, I guess it's hard to hide anything from you.

EEL NOODLE SOUP : I was gonna ask you, but I figured you had a lot of stuff on your plate and didn't wanna trouble you. Besides, as an artist, arranging some gigs independently is pretty normal. 

EEL NOODLE SOUP : Oh, by the way, there's still one thing I haven't figured out. Any suggestions for some spectacle during the concert? I was thinking that relying only on the new songs might be a bit lame. 

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OPTION 1 : You should perform in your beloved dried fish costume. EEL NOODLE SOUP : You're seriously suggesting that I perform in a dried fish costume at a concert? Do you think that would help bring me close to my fans? EEL NOODLE SOUP : Huh. The idea doesn't sound bad! But do you really think it would be suitable for energetic songs and dance performances?  EEL NOODLE SOUP : Among the songs on the set-list, there are two that require a solo performance and dance moves. EEL NOODLE SOUP : Can we adjust the choreography to avoid dance moves that might be inconvenient while wearing a costume like that? EEL NOODLE SOUP : Eh, we can give it a try! Your idea is truly brilliant, Master! EEL NOODLE SOUP : How about this : I'll take the section of music I created based on the sounds from my hometown and adapt the choreography to the dried fish costume. 

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OPTION 2 : Promote the new song with Commemorative Souvenirs?  EEL NOODLE SOUP : That sounds like a typical promotional method considering most of the songs performed will be new releases.  EEL NOODLE SOUP : Are you suggesting that we should emphasize the "commemorative" theme of the concert? EEL NOODLE SOUP : Huh, I think I get it! I'll try to incorporate elements that evoke that into the performance. As for the souvenirs, let's use the iconic dried fish pendant I wore when I first debuted! 

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EEL NOODLE SOUP : It just so happens that I've thought of a new and very meaningful piece to perform at the concert. with plenty of time left, I can try to rework it using some of the new ideas you have given me.

EEL NOODLE SOUP : The inspiration of the song? Even I need to keep that secret for now! 

EEL NOODLE SOUP : It's a surprise as a token of gratitude and you're the one for whom the surprise is intended. So I wouldn't wanna ruin it! 

EEL NOODLE SOUP : Anyway, I'll trust you with the planning of this debut anniversary concert as usual! I'll do my best with the rehearsals!

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OPTION 1 : You've already grown into such a mature superstar. EEL NOODLE SOUP : Hehe~ You know I've always got things under control. You never have to worry about me! I'll do my best no matter what, but with you by my side, I can do even better!

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OPTION 2 : Let's give it our all together! EEL NOODLE SOUP : Yeah! Let's do it! EEL NOODLE SOUP : Here's to making this important concert a success and delivering the best performance to the fans who have always encouraged and supported me on my journey! 

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EEL NOODLE SOUP : Thinking about it, it's been quite some time since I debuted. I'm kinda famous now, huh?

EEL NOODLE SOUP : By the way, Master, do you remember how we met?

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