#the SECOND I SAW HIM i knew this was a ploy

[crowrelli]

i swear to god i dont trust gabriel. i think hes doing all this on purpose as part of a huge plan to get the war going again.

#the SECOND I SAW HIM i knew this was a ploy #hes gonna trick az into trusting him and trying to grow their brotherly relationship and then BOOM he'll laugh in his face when az needs hi #if im wrong great but if im right im throwing hands

[vivwritesfics]

Fire Is The Devil's Only Friend

Chapter Two

There was no such thing as making it on your own with a high profile boyfriend. That was why she kept her relationship a secret. But then after a PR fuck up, her boyfriend is forced into PR relationship and she's left on the side lines, missing him

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"Have you saved your work yet?"

Carlos knew better than anyone how hard she was working. Between writing her next book, using social media to market, and answering emails from her editor, she as flat out. He was incredibly worried about her.

She looked up at him for just a second before saving her work. The moment she did, Carlos pushed the lid of her laptop closed. "Carlos!" She cried. She went to open the laptop again, but Carlos pulled it from the table.

"One hour, mi amor. Give me on hour, and then I've give you your laptop back."

She thought on it. "You promise just an hour?"

"I promise," he said as he stepped towards her, the laptop against his chest. "We can go and get coffee together." He leaned down and pecked her lips.

She pouted as he pulled away. "You're too good to me."

"Because I just love you so much," he said and kissed her again.

***

The story of Carlos Sainz's relationship with Rebecca Donaldson broke in the early hours of the next morning. Neither of them were aware.

Carlos didn't check his phone when he woke up. He went on a run in the early hours of the morning and spent a few hours working out, like he did every day, all while she slept.

When he got back, she was still sleeping. Carlos made two coffees and brought them to the bedroom. Placing them down onto their bedside tables, Carlos leaned over and kissed his head. "Wake up, mi corazón," he said softly.

She stirred awake and glared at her husband. "It's so early," she groaned, pressing her face further into the pillow.

His laugh echoed around their bedroom. "It's not that early, my love. I got you coffee, drink up."

They had just a few hours together before she was having an online meeting with her publishers in her office and Carlos was meeting with the team at Ferrari.

He opened his laptop and logged into the call. He was rarely in a bad mood these days, the team at Ferrari noted. It was a surprise to all of them, especially after the story they had sold to the media that morning. "Carlos, I'm sure you've heard the news."

The smile dropped from Carlos's face, replaced by a frown. "What news?" He asked. He hadn't yet been on any social media, had seen none of the news articles flash up on his phone.

"We made a decision here at Maranello, one we felt would benefit the entire team," somebody else said. "After some recent events, all of which were out of our control, we thought it best to give the media something more digestible. To do so, it was leaked to the press that you were potentially romantically linked to Rebecca Donaldson, the Scottish Model."

All expression dropped from Carlos's face. He turned on his phone and, for the first time, saw the news. The news about him.

The photo of himself with Rebecca Donaldson wasn't obviously photoshopped, but there was no other explanation. There he was, in a picture with a woman he had never met.

"See, the things is, Carlos, what else are we supposed to do? Do you want Ferrari to crumble?"

No, obviously he didn't want that. "But what about the relationships of mine this does affect?" He asked quickly, pulling open his desk drawer and pulling out the ring box. He didn't display it on camera, fiddled with it in his lap. "What if I was in a relationship and I hadn't yet told anyone?"

"You don't want to lose your seat, do you?" It was a dirty ploy, but the Ferrari team was desperate. "You're almost thirty, you have a limited number of wins under your belt and no championships. Will any other team want you?"

Carlos's heart pounded in his chest. "So, I have to go on with this fake relationship and I'll get to keep my seat?"

"Exactly."

He sucked in a deep breath. Just a wall separated him from the love of his life, but here he was, ready to betray her. All for his seat. "What will I have to do?"

The rest of the meeting was spent with the Ferrari team telling Carlos exactly what they wanted from him. Be seen with her at races, have her in the Ferrari garage, take her to dinner sometimes. It was easy enough.

But it wasn't. Because the woman he loved was going to be at the races too, just not with him, not in the way they wanted Rebecca to be with him.

It was too late for him to back out. The press had released several stories about Carlos and Rebecca already.

The call ended, but he just stayed there, sitting in his chair. He flipped open the ring box several times, playing with it in his hands. The ring was gorgeous, simple, elegant. But now, Carlos doubted he'd ever get to put it on her finger.

At the knock on his office door, Carlos shoved the ring back into his desk drawer. "Carlos?" She called as she entered his office. He looked to the door as she walked in. Her shoes clicked softly against the tiled floor as she walked to his desk and sat herself on his lap. "I've got news about the release. It's launching next week."

"I'll be the first to buy it," he said, his hands on her hips.

Just hours ago, this would have been welcome news. The release of her book meant they were one step closer with telling the world about their relationship. But all of that had been thrown out of the window now, and she had no idea.

"I can't wait to kiss you after a race," she said, her head against his shoulder. "I can't wait to be seen with you."

Carlos said nothing. He kissed her head and held her close, relishing in these moments they had together. There was no telling how many more there would be once she found out.

Maybe he could propose to her now. Drop down onto one knee, put the ring onto her finger and kiss her until she forgot how to breathe. But then it would hurt so much more when she found out.

And he couldn't do that to her.

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[paperweight91]

Which other CE babe is most likely to make boss and boyfriend!Lloyd jealous and territorial? Maybe you’re on the periphery of a business meeting between the two of them, and Babe (unaware you’re Lloyd’s) keeps shooting you slow onceovers and thanking you and giving you warm smiles, and Lloyd is TWO SECONDS AWAY from shooting him in the face lollll.

So I had several thoughts on this….i hope you like my answer 😈

The Green Eyed Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 970

Warnings: jealous!Lloyd, sneaky!reader

A/N: at this point anything under 1k words is a Drabble, if only because I say so. Comments, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!

You had been Lloyds personal assistant for years. This job was your calling. You had always taken such great pride in how well you looked after him. It had been a recent party that had changed everything in your relationship with him.

Lloyd had forgotten his favourite watch at home. Which you of course had to traipse all over to get for him. It wasn’t the end of the world, but annoying when you were supposed to be off the clock.

You knew this was a black tie event, so had made sure to put on your best outfit and do your make up. Even if you were only going to be in and out, you couldn’t let your appearance make Lloyd look bad.

When you arrived at the venue you quickly clocked Lloyd and discreetly made your presence known. He waved you over to the conversation he was having with one of the local politicians, you didn’t know who. As you approached, a broad grin had spread across Lloyd’s face, “Honeybee! You made it!”

You quickly hid your surprise, as you noticed the perfectly matching watch on his wrist. It had been a ploy. You had raised an eyebrow at him as he tucked you into his side, and he only smirked and nuzzled your head in response.

Not much had changed it your working relationship. You were both professional. However, your home life had gotten infinitely better since that night.

The two of you had become inseparable in your off hours. You had a surprising amount in common, and the sex was to die for. It had taken you a few months to realize how long Lloyd had actually had feelings for you before the party, and the longer the two of you were together the more in love you fell with him.

***

You were sitting at your desk when a shadow clouded your vision. Looking up you saw a tall, broad man with beautiful blue eyes. He had dark hair shaved close to his head, and a beard lining his cheeks. He gave you a soft smile and introduced himself.

“Heya Darlin’ I’m here to see Lloyd. Curtis Everett. The girls downstairs told me you could help me with that?”

His eyes glittered as they took you in from head to toe, and you found yourself getting warm under his watchful gaze. You stood and offered your name, before directing him to the conference room you had set up for their meeting.

“Do you want any coffee, tea or water for your meeting Mr. Everett?” You flattened your palms against your skirt to clean off some of the sweat you know had already accumulated there.

“Coffee would be lovely, do you need a hand?” He gave you another smile that left you feeling bubbly.

You giggled, just as Lloyd entered, “No Mr. Everett, thank you for the offer. Mr. Hansen, your regular coffee for the meeting?”

As your eyes flicked to Lloyd, you saw his jaw tick and the vein pop in his throat. That always meant trouble. The fact he only nodded and didn’t verbally answer was all the confirmation you needed that he was pissed. 

You busied yourself getting Lloyd’s coffee ready just the way he liked it. When you got to Curtis’ mug you stopped short, you had forgotten to ask him how he takes his coffee. You shook your head and grabbed a tray to load the two mugs and creamer and sugar onto and made your way back to the conference room. 

Lloyd didn’t acknowledge you as you placed his mug in front of him. Staring straight at Curtis, while Curtis’ eyes never left your figure. You could feel him undressing you, although his expression was soft. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I forgot to ask how you take your coffee.” You placed his mug in front of him and offered the tray with sugar and creamer. 

“It’s alright darlin’ I normally take it with a bit of sugar, maybe you could just dip your finger in and sweeten it up a bit.” He winked as he looked up at you from behind his lashes.

Before you could respond a loud crack from the other side of the table had both of you looking over at Lloyd. His face was unreadable, but in his fist was the pen he had been playing with when you entered the conference room, snapped in half. 

You stood stock still, torn between your need to comfort and reassure him, and your professionalism. Lloyd’s eyes finally left Curtis, and looked at you. He took in the emotions warring across your face. You saw his lips twist into a frown, before he stood and circled around the table. He gathered you against his chest, and murmured an apology into your hair. 

You nodded and looked up at him, placing a small peck on the corner of his mouth. You smoothed your hands along his shoulders before stepping back and nodding. You turned to Curtis and gave him a warm smile.

“It was lovely to meet you Mr. Everett, have a great meeting. Mr. Hansen can call if you need a refill.” With that you took your leave from the conference room.

As you shut the door behind you, you heard the deep rumble of Lloyd’s voice, “You ever try any shit like that again Everett, I’ll cut your balls off and shove em down your throat. We clear?”

You smiled softly to yourself as your phone buzzed in your pocket. Thanks, he’s going to murder me. You better get great jealous sex, cause I’m not doing this again. - C. You laughed at your best friend's text, and went about reorganizing Lloyd’s calendar for the rest of the day.

You were banking on great jealousy sex in Lloyd’s office later.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #the gray man #chris evans #paperweight answers #curtis everett

[pellelavellan]

@quiisquiliae from here

"There is always a lesser evil." The inquisitor insisted.

He expected backlash for the choices made at the masquerade ball from a number of people: his advisers, the people of Orlais, shit even people who weren't Orlesian. He'd done what he had to, and as far as he was concerned had done nothing he wasn't told to do. He was told to make a decision, and he did. The circumstances were not perfect, but he saw an opportunity fall in front of him and he took it.

He wasn't happy about cozying up to people who would certainly sell him for a crust of bread, doing them favors, smiling and thanking them for backhanded compliments. He hated every second of it. But that was the game had to be played. It was necessary to play people, get them to think he was on uninformed of their political squabble or they'd keep their mouths shut. If he knew anything about the sorts of people that wandered that ballroom, it was that they loved to talk about themselves, and thought their opinions and ambitions were the most interesting thing to be heard. So he let them think whatever they wanted if it got them babbling.

Truth was he had done his research, and he had actually hoped he might meet Briala at the ball. There were questions that needed answers. Some she could tell him herself and some her body language and inflections would tell for her.

He needed to know if somewhere down there she still cared for the Empress, or the Empress for her. He got that answer, and he used that information accordingly.

"I know what you must think. I acted with an agenda to impose. I manipulated two women who have no business together into forgiving each other, one of which as I see it has no right to forgiveness. I put in a precarious situation to prove a point, and used their affections for each other against them. But do you not think it is better this way for them to see that two people, and one who they would otherwise overlook can work together? Do you not see that men who will do anything to seize power are better off removed before they become a deeper problem?" He sighed. Talon wasn't really the person to argue this with.

It wasn't like Talon was deeply involved in the political turmoil that was the Orlesian court, or that he could perchance offer a better solution. He had asked a question, he hadn't accused him or anything.

"Listen, I don't know if I did the right thing. That's kind of the shitty part about all of this isn't it?" He was very stressed, visibly so. Pacing around the war room babbling all his concerns to no one in particular. The feelings he had were somewhere between anger and fear. Angry that he was certain some would see his actions as a threat, or a ploy to force his ideals onto an entire country, and afraid of the consequences those notions would create. "I don't think anyone knows really. We all just do things and hope they don't come back to bite us in the ass. This certainly will, and I know, I fucking know it will!"

#quiisquiliae #c: talon #{{ it is not death i refuse but extinction }} inquisitor

[lalachat]

"And there you were..."

Author's note: HI! This is my very first fan fiction, along with my first time writing. I do not expect anyone to read this, nor do i expect this to blow up. This is simply just a thought i had in my head that I wanted to write down. If you are reading this I will and fully apologize for any grammar issues or typos. Again, I have a lot of learning to do so if this lacks flow or has too much filler let me know... KINDLY!!! Emphasis on K I N D L Y! I love and appreciate anyone who is planning on reading this silly lil story i wrote. I do plan on writing more chapters for this... hopefully some smut later on if this gets enough attention👀 ANYWAYS, I will be quiet now :)

Summary: Your mating bond had snapped for you as soon as you saw the shadowsinger, but he was too busy pinning after the second eldest Archeron sister to notice the bond. After watching them pin for one another, you decided Az would be happier with Elain. However, Mor has an idea to get Az to notice you. A night at Rita's with a scheme made by Mor goes south when you catch the sight of someone you haven't seen in years.

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: um none? basically filler bc i'm a newbie at writing:) use of some profanity, alludes to sexual theme

Word Count: around 3,200

Chapter 1: "DID YOU JUST BITE ME?"

Lucien POV:

And there you were... standing next to the High Lord of the Night Court, drink in hand as your head tilted back in laughter. You looked even more beautiful than the last time he saw you. The only difference now is that he had found his mate, but he could not help the bubbling of old feelings trying to resurface themselves. Cauldron burn him because he was damned, and he knew it. As soon as his gaze met yours, he knew he was ruined.  

Y/N POV:

You were completely unaware he was here. You were too preoccupied with nursing your wine and talking with your favorite high lord to notice his lingering eyes on you. Mor had sent you on a secret mission tonight. It was your sole purpose while being here at Rita’s. The dress Mor gave you hugged your curves in all the right places, showing enough skin but keeping some left to the imagination for others. The plan was simple enough, try to get the attention of your mate and make him jealous. It sounds terrible, but it was the only way to get his attention on you. However, as soon as you got there, his gaze never met yours. You saw Az off in the corner, eyes strictly on Elain as she talked with him. Completely blinded by her beauty, Azriel's bond never snapped for him. This was your last ploy before letting him be happy with Elain. You knew Az would never see you in the light that he saw Elain in. You figured he would be much happier with a female like her anyways. Luckily, Rhysand had spotted you before you could turn away and called you over next to him at the bar.

“Ah well if it isn’t the lovely y/n showing up late as always,” Rhys said smirking handing you a glass of your favorite fae wine.  

“For your information, Rhysand, Mor came to my room at the last minute with a complete wardrobe change. Where is she anyways?” you said as you glanced around the room taking the wine from Rhys’ hand with a smile. 

“Well, I must say she has fabulous style. You look stunning y/n, but as of Mor’s location... I lost her to the dance floor as soon as we walked in. You know how she is.” Rhys rolled his eyes playfully as he sipped his own drink.  

“I should have suspected that answer” you laughed. “I am assuming the rest of the group is somewhere on the floor too? Should we go join them and show them our horrendous dancing my high lord?” you teased with a smile and bow. Rhys gasped and placed a hand on his heart. 

“Oh y/n, how you offend me! My dancing is quite fabulous if I say so myself!” 

“Yes Rhysand, your white girl dance moves are fabulous. However, mine put yours to shame, and you know it!” you say as you down the rest of your wine and offer him your hand. Rhysand’s eyes twinkle as he finishes his drink and takes your hand before leading you to the dance floor. He spots Feyre with the rest of the inner circle on the floor, near the corner where Az was with Elain. Feyre’s face lights up as she sees you. 

“Y/N!!!! There you are! We have been wondering when you would show up! Even got my mate out on the dance floor. I applaud you!” as she gives you the biggest hug. “You look exquisite!” Feyre says as she leaves to see her mate. 

Mor hears Feyre say your name, and she instantly runs over to you. “Look at you!!! I knew that dress would be perfect for you! SO worth the last-minute change because you look fucking hot!” She spins you around and pulls you closer. She lowers her voice to where only you can hear. “He has been glued to her side all night, but it is nothing we cannot fix, hm?” she says with a hint of playfulness. You look behind her to see Nesta and Cassian dancing alongside Rhysand and Feyre. Your heart falters at the sight of both mates enjoying one another’s company with laughter and smiles. How you yearned for something like that. They were both cauldron blessed. Mor followed your gaze and sensed your uneasiness. She smiled at you. 

“Do not falter y/n! We have a mission, and it is now on! Let us go be the badass babes we are and have some fun” as she takes you over to the rest of the group to dance. She positions you purposefully close to Az and Elain. You are both giggling as you twirl one another around to the music, tipsy off the amount of alcohol you both consumed. Everyone was getting lost in the music. You and Mor could not stop laughing at each other. Throats and bellies feeling warm from the alcohol. You both began to forget about the reason you came tonight. Until your gaze left Mor’s and connected with burning amber eyes and bright red hair pulled up in a bun. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned towards Mor. 

“Is that Lucien?” 

“Yes, he’s only here to keep his eyes on his mate, and well because Feyre had forced him to come,” Mor said while looking at you. “Why do you ask? Do you know him?” 

“I do. I just have not seen him in years. Him and I used to... um.... This feels weird to say aloud knowing he found his mate, but we were friends with benefits a LONG time ago” 

“YALL WERE WHAT?!” You decide to grab her hand and go to the bathroom for more privacy. You do not want the entire inner circle hearing about your previous sexual partners. As soon as you shut the bathroom door you turn to her to finish the conversation. 

“Mor you act like I am a virgin.” 

“Y/n I know you are not a virgin, but out of all the people to hear you have had sex with, I was not expecting him! I did not even know you two knew each other!”  

“Yeah, it was when I stayed in the spring court for a while. We met at a popular bar in town, and we instantly clicked. One drink led to another, and I took him back to my apartment. We were so infatuated with each other that it quickly became friends-with-benefits.” 

“OH MY GOD AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME? Y/N this is positively perfect!” You were shocked she took the information so well that you could practically see the gears grinding in her head as she paced back and forth.  

“Mor whatever you are thinking stop it now. I am concerned that you are this deep in thought while being tipsy.” 

“Y/n there has been a slight change of plans” Mor said with full confidence. 

“Should I be concerned?” 

“That my love is up to you to decide, but this is what you are going to do. You are going to talk to Lucien and...” before she could finish her sentence you stopped her with a finger to her mouth. 

“MOR ARE YOU CRAZY?! I must have had too much to drink because I could have sworn you said that I should talk to--” before you could finish Mor bit your finger and you yelped. “DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!” 

“Yes, but that is beside the point. Y/n, you are here to make Az jealous over you, are you not?” 

“Yes, but--” 

She smirks as she says, “And what better way to do it than to flirt with Elain’s mate?” 

Your mouth goes slack. “Elain is Lucien’s mate? Why has no one told me this?!” 

“It is because you are off in your own little world sulking over Az. Besides, none of us even knew you knew Lucien. They don’t even act like mates let alone talk to each other, so we forget half the time. But Y/n this is your chance! Not only could you make Azriel jealous of you, but you could also make Elain jealous of Lucien! Like I said, it is positively perfect!” 

“Mor I can't... this is becoming too much. I do not think I can do this.” 

“GIRL you are drop-dead gorgeous! Any male who does not see that can go die in a hole! You are worth so much more than a mate who refuses to look at you y/n. You can and you will do this! I will not let you sit here and do nothing. You must fight for him y/n, and if the only way to do it is to play dirty, then you must play dirty!” 

“Fine! I will talk to him, but nothing more and nothing less.” 

“Yes! Let us get this new and improved mission going! I cannot believe you and Lucien did it” Mor said as she linked her arm in yours and strutted out the bathroom back to your group. 

“And I cannot believe you BIT me!” Mor giggles as you stick out your tongue and rub your finger to sooth it. You find Rhys, Feyre, Cassian, and Nesta at the bar getting more drinks.  

Cassian boomed as he said, “There y’all are! We were beginning to think you both fell in!”  

Nesta smacked his arm and said, “Not all of us thought that. Some of us have the mental capacity to know that it was for girl talk. And I must say, whatever it is I want in!” She smirks at the two of you.  

“Oh, oh! Me too! Me too! I love gossip!” Cassian says as he swings an arm over Nesta to get closer to your conversation. 

“Cas go be a busy body somewhere else!” Nesta said swatting away Cassian as you and Mor both giggle at their banter.  

“We were just gossiping, it’s nothing important really,” you say hoping Nesta would catch that you really do not want to talk about you and Mor’s trip to the bathroom. Luckily, she seems to understand and gets up to lead Cass back to the dance floor. “Come on Cass, we can gossip with them later, I love this song!” as Cassian whisks her away to go dance. You can hear him faintly say “This is not over ladies; I have to know what it was!”  

You laugh as Mor looks at you. “He's such a drama king. All right, the time is now! No better time than the present right?? Now go,” as she pushes you toward where Lucien was standing. You glare at her over your shoulder as you walk to Lucien. You can see her smirk before turning around to join Rhys and Feyre back at the bar. 

“Mother above only you can save me now...” as you take a deep breath and finish walking over to Lucien. Your eyes meet, and for a brief second, all the memories come flooding back to you. You had forgotten how handsome he was. His fiery red hair, gorgeously tanned skin, and his burning stare that made you feel like the only girl in the world. You had to stop your mind from lingering too deep into the memories y’all shared because most of them were sexual. You would hate to finally talk with him again only for him to notice your scent.  

“Well, well, well, who do we have here? It has been too long Lu!” you say, and you give him the most wholehearted smile that you could muster.  

“Y/N! I was wondering when you would pop by. Always unable to resist me huh?” he says with a smirk, reaching to give your hand a chaste kiss. Your cheeks flush at the feeling of his lips on your skin. You can practically feel your skin burn from where his lips had just been.  

“Still charming as always.” He chuckles at your comment, and it makes your heart flutter. You were treading extremely dangerous waters. You had not told Mor this, but your previous friends-with-benefits with Lucien had you harboring a secret crush on the male. If it were not for the fact you and he had mates, you were sure you both would not be sleeping alone tonight. “You look nice, Lu.” 

“Thank you, as do you y/n. What are you even doing here at Rita’s? Last I remember you were still in the spring court.” 

“I was, until I decided that I wanted to see the beauty of the other courts. I was nomadic for a while as I traveled, but that changed as soon as I saw the night court and met a certain High Lord everyone now knows and loves.” You giggle as you remember your first encounter with Rhysand. “I fell in love with Velaris and the inner court that I had decided to stay. The rest is history.” You gave Lucien a warm smile. 

“If I had known you were here all this time, I would have come to see you! It's nice to have a friendly face around that’s not a part of the inner circle.” He says with a huff. 

“I get a sense you don’t really like the inner circle all that much?” 

“It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s more so that I don’t belong or fit into their group. Feyre tries to keep me in loop, and I love her to death for it, but it will not change the fact I am that group’s wall flower. The only reason I really stick along is for-” he catches himself. He doesn’t ever finish the sentence, but you knew what he was going to say. He was going to say, “for Elain.” You decided not to press the matter. 

“Well Lucien, I think you are the prettiest wallflower!” you say with a smile and slightly push his shoulder. He smiles and dips his head as he says thank you. “Say, I could use some more wine and it looks like you could use another of what you were drinking, want to come with me to the bar?” as you batt your eyelashes at him. He smirks and you can see an emotion in his eyes, but you can't tell what it was. 

“How could I say no to such a pretty lady offering me another drink.” He places his hand on your exposed lower back and guides you to the bar. His hand feels like fire on your skin. You almost sighed into his touch but remained stoic as you finally reached the bar. He removes his hand, and you find yourself missing the contact. He orders a refill of his drink along with another glass of wine for you. You were surprised when you took a sip of your wine, finding it to be the same as before. Funny, you don’t remember telling him the exact fae brand you were drinking. 

“How did you know what to order for me? I don’t remember telling you what I was drinking.” you look mischievously at him as you take a sip. 

“How you vex me! You think after all this time that I’ve known you that I can't tell that you’ve been drinking your favorite wine? Y/n I may not be the brightest flame in the world, but I sure as hell remember the smell of your favorite wine in your breath.” he says with a smirk, remembering all the heated kisses shared between you two. You try to hide the creeping blush from your cheeks, and you too remember those moments all too well. You put a hand to your mouth and breathe out. He was right, you can smell the wine you’ve been consuming.  

“I didn’t think the smell would be that strong!” as your nose scrunches up at your breath. 

He laughs at how silly you looked trying to smell your own breath. You could not help but laugh at this situation too. You had forgotten what it was like to be around Lucien. The warmth that radiated from him as he laughed had you weak at the knees. You can't help but think how lucky Elain was to have Lucien as her mate. You don’t understand what she doesn’t see in him, and that made you think about Az. He would never see you the way he sees Elain. Hell, he barely even looks at you. So how could you even compete against someone like her?Lucien could tell something was wrong as your face went from laughter to disappointment.  

“Hey, what’s wrong? What’s that pretty little head thinking about?” Lucien had asked concerned, tilting his head to get a better look at you. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you couldn’t help but to ask. 

“Lucien, do- do you have a mate?”  

“Do I have a mate? Y/n are you okay? Why are you asking this?” 

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry for even asking. I am overstepping my bounds. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” you take a big gulp of your wine. Lucien reaches out his hand and lowers your hand from your mouth. 

“Hey! Don’t ever apologize to me for asking a simple question! I was just shocked by how random it was. One minute were laughing and now were on the subjects of mates. It was a very big jump, so I'm sorry for my reaction earlier. Yes, I have a mate, but she- she does not want me...” 

“I am sorry Lu, she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on” you give him a faint smile. 

“It’s alright. All this time I thought it would be someone else, but the mother had different plans, I guess. What about you? Surely the lovely y/n has found her mate.”  

“I have, but it’s kind of complicated...” you look down at your glass as you start to twirl your wine. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how is it complicated?” he asks. 

“He doesn’t know about the bond yet...”  

“Y/n why doesn’t he know?” Lucien asks, and his eyes are so intense you have to look away. You catch yourself looking for Azriel among the crowd to see if he was looking your way and spy him in that same corner with Elain. Unlike the other times where they were talking, this time they were kissing. A gasp escapes your lips as your heart drops. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you nearly fall out of your seat. If it wasn’t for Lucien bracing you, you would have. He studies your face for a moment before following and focusing his gaze on where you had just been looking. His grip around you tightens as he watches his mate with Azriel. You can see the realization hit him as soon as he makes eye contact with you again. He now knows... “How about we get out of here, get us a sweet treat, grab a bottle of your favorite wine, and go back to my place to decompress?” He asks rubbing your back. 

“That sounds perfect.”  

You both get up from the bar and walk toward the door, Lucien’s hand is still on your back. You can feel a gentle caress of your mental shields and you know it’s Rhysand. You lower your shields to let him know that you were leaving, that you would be safe, and that you would be back tomorrow. He doesn’t pry and trusts your judgement. However, that doesn't stop him from turning to his cousin and bombarding her with questions about what the hell was going on.

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REMNANTS | E.M.

word count: 2.3k

warning: alternative series ending, no happy ending, thought we were done with this but if I can't talk about it with someone then I can write about it to someone- make this go away by making you the villain vibes except it’s scary factual

summary: you overhear a conversation between eddie and billy and realize your parents had good reason to try and keep you away from him.

previous parts: linger | fleeting | gone

You had a sickening pull to your stomach, the butterflies that lived there had turned to stone, heavy and rough, and it made you want to throw up. Your dad was right, as if that sentence alone wasn’t enough to make your guts jumble, it also made the next part even worse because he was right about Eddie being not only bad for you, but ultimately being on the wrong side of things altogether. Motives really do change, people really do change, but what if you just didn’t know Eddie’s motives from the beginning. When Billy Hargrove started working for the family your dad thought he’d be able to change him and bring out better in him, and for a while he did, for a while, he worked harder than he schemed. But still, he managed to change everything, nearly ruining the entire legacy your parents had created by allowing squatters to move into rooms and pocketing the money, sent out false communications in your dad’s name, selling private information to whoever paid him the most- it was unreal that someone so young, so immature could create such a scheme right under everyone’s noses.

Eddie wasn’t directly involved in any of it, but he knew, you didn’t know that he knew, and it should’ve made you run for the hills when you found out that he did. You should’ve, the second you saw Billy talking to him, the second he started getting a little too involved in the admin part of the job, you should’ve seen his helpfulness and eagerness for what it truly was- a search for an in and you very naively gave it to him by thinking with your heart and not your head.

Your mom decided to send you home, it wasn’t as busy, the work you had to do wasn’t stuck to the office and though she’d never tell your dad about it, your mom knew you were hurting a little at the idea that Eddie, in all his kind glory wasn’t truly who you thought he was. In the back of your head, you could clearly still see your Eddie, he was still all the things that made you blush just at the thought of him but there was a snippy voice in your head that wondered what about it was real, what about it was an act and what about it was just a ploy to distract you from what was happening. You wondered if he ever even wanted to be your friend, ever actually saw you, or if it was always just an endgame type of scenario, if he applied just enough sweet charm, you’d fold like paper, the boss’ naïve daughter who was so desperate for any form of care or love or attention she fell for it without a single bit of hesitation. You felt embarrassed, and stupid, like all those times your mom told you that guys would change your character was right, and that made you so cross too because you were sure you’d be different.

You were already having a horrendous day, fought with your mom, had to apologize for not cutting him off when you should’ve, when you realized you liked him, why you didn’t tell her and the truth was because you knew she’d reason with you, make you realize how selfish, how unlike yourself you were being. And how would you explain that, you’d not done anything wrong, innocent conversations, subtle musings that disguised his flirting, really it was just nice to be noticed, be seen and fussed over, you didn’t need to hide yourself, you could just be.  Now it felt like there was a magnifying glass aimed right at you, every move, every word, everything you’d done the last few months was now under question because you’d not seen Eddie for who he was. You wanted to walk it off and get some air before having to sit in a car with them to be taken home. It wasn’t like you’d run into any of them, not when they were in hiding somewhere discussing their plans.

When you’d found yourself in front of the empty room that used to be an office, that used to be where you and Eddie hid away to eat lunch, to breathe a little, you didn’t expect to find him there, didn’t expect to find him there with those type of people either, seems like you were still in the process of finding out just how much you misunderstood him.

“Oh get over it, so what if she’s ignoring you,” it was Billy’s voice, too arrogant all things considered, too loud considering he wasn’t allowed in the building in the first place, you peaked into the window and saw Eddie shrug, his face looked different, clouded by something-  secrets, just like theirs. “Never mind that, we’ve still got the floorplans, still know which rooms are open and when they’ll be filled,” he was smoking, flicked ash onto the carpet, and rubbed it into the material with the sole of his boot. “Besides, if she comes out saying anything to her parents, we have enough to put everything right back onto her,” that sickening feeling was back, it felt like it was trying to harden the whole of your body with it.

“I don’t know about that, man,” Eddie took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head, he looked unsure, but you couldn’t know, not now, you weren’t sure if you’d ever been able to read him in the first place. “She’s a sweet girl, I mean I know we used her for intel, know it was easy to get her on my side, but shit, I don’t know if it’s right to make this all out to be her fault when it goes wrong.”

“When?” Billy scoffed, a sound, much like his general existence that made you want to throw a chair at him just to silence it. “Eddie, we’ve been one step ahead of them since the beginning, by the chance they catch onto us we’ll be walking away with full pockets and not a single piece of evidence pointing to us.”

You somehow felt even more stupid when you expected Eddie to defend you, your family, he’d been working close enough to the lot of you to at least realize that this wasn’t okay, wasn’t right, definitely wasn’t legal, but it wasn’t how you treated people who cared for you, helped you.

“I think my pockets are full enough,” Eddie stood up, stuffed the cigarette in Billy’s hand, and kicked at the mark Billy left on the floor as if it could take it out now, you bit back a scoff, very typical. “I don’t want to be involved in this anymore, I didn’t think I’d care if I hurt them, thought people like them deserve it but-“

“But you like her? So what if you like her, do you think she’d care about you at all outside of this place, if she’d met you in the diner or the supermarket, she wouldn’t even have noticed you,” he wasn’t wrong, you hated to know he wasn’t wrong, but it meant you also wouldn’t have gotten hurt, it means you would’ve been right to stay as far away as possible. “Besides, she’d write you off in an instant if she knew what you’d been doing with me, that’s the whole point, we’re all caught up in it now, no getting out of it- we’re the ones with the power, we can take them all down with us.”

“You give yourself too much credit, Billy,” Eddie looked like he’d seen a ghost when you opened the office door to see them, he’d paled, and tried his best to hide his reaction but failed completely. “It’s going to take more than a little plan decided on over cigarettes and late-night beers to take down this business, we were surviving before you, and we’ll survive after you,” you couldn’t look at Eddie, took the cigarette from Billy’s hold and put it out on the plastic shades hanging on his shirt pocket. “Now, the sign with your picture on it by the gate is more than just a little suggestion- you’re not allowed on the premises.”

“Hasn’t stopped me before, has it,” he winked and shoved Eddie’s shoulder lightly before he made quite the scene of walking away from you. “See you soon,” he paused, scoffed at the way Eddie was looking at you, lips moving without any words. “Good luck, Eds.”

You waited for the door to shut, for his steps to echo on the stairs as he left, for your heart to start beating again, for your blood to stop boiling. When you finally looked up at the boy, you wished you hadn’t, he looked guilty, you didn’t need to know him to know that it was written all over his features, all over his movements- he moved to say something, you shook your head, he didn’t take note of it.

“I’m sorry,” it felt odd being on the receiving end of that phrase, when you used it the day before it had such a different meaning, and held such different emotions, he was guilty, he was doing something wrong and he was able to hide it from you for months now but with it all out in the open it was like he couldn’t hide from it either, he had to face it now. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Bite your tongue,” you had to be careful now, not too emotional, not too revealing, he wasn’t on your side, wasn’t one you could trust with yourself anymore, another person to sift with, another person to pretend with. “You don’t believe that- I most certainly don’t- I might not know you Eddie Munson, but you knew me enough to take part in this plan of yours so don’t you dare try and tell me you didn’t think this would hurt me.”

“It’s not that simple, okay, yes it started as an act, but I swear things started changing for me, you made this so difficult for me, I knew I should’ve kept going but I couldn’t stand seeing you actually like me knowing what I was doing.”

“I made it hard for you to hurt me?” you scoffed, your words might be calculated but the sound was very telling, you were fuming, you were devastated, how Eddie of all people could be the one to do this to you was madness, unbelievable- how he could be working hand in hand to hurt the business was a whole other thing, your entire livelihood was at stake because he wanted to score some extra cash this month. You shook your head. “I’m so confused, Eddie, honestly, I should be so upset with you but more than anything I’m literally so disappointed in you. You’re better than this, you’re better than him and his schemes- you had a shot here, you were proving yourself to my parents, you had a future here aside for me and you completely threw that away- you think they could trust you after this?”

“I didn’t think it through,” he pulled a hand through his hair, and pulled at his denim jacket, it seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, with his body, he wanted to speak to you but you had a feeling he didn’t know where to even begin, even if he had, he knew you wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t accept anything from him after what you’d just heard. “I didn’t think it would go this far.”

“Neither did I,” he reached for you, and you stepped back, absolutely hated that, he did it again and you physically had to push his hand away. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

“Please, you don’t need to forgive me, but hear me out, let me explain, it won’t mean much but I swear there’s more to this than what you overheard,” you allowed his hand to brush against yours, closed your eyes for a second at the familiar feel of it, considered how you’d think about it for days on end even after all his done.

“Just leave, Eddie, take your cash, your people, leave before I have to tell my dad about all of this and he makes you leave,” you folded your arms around yourself, hated yourself more than you could fathom, how could you have fallen for this, how could you allow yourself to feel like this. “Please, this was cruel, it was unkind and unfair and I never for a second expected this of you so please just leave- please don’t let this linger.”

And he didn’t, he left, you shattered, felt the remnants of your trust in him fall to the floor, and you had no idea how to process this. It was never just a crush, it was never a crush in the first place, you were a pawn and they just took you right off the board.

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Werewolf

Remus Lupin x Reader

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Prompt: Artemis; wilderness, the moon, protection, hounds

Summary: Remus' SO decides to finally figure out why he's been looking so rough every month and gets more answers than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1,890

Category: Angst, Fluff

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Mysteries were overrated.

Every so often, when I dove headfirst into learning something new and spent hours doing that for fun, I wondered whether I should've been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor. But now, after spending far too long trying to reason my way to understanding, I'd decided to throw logic out the window and do some good old fashioned following people around instead. My Ravenclaw friends would never let me hear the end of it when I told them, but right now, I didn't care.

My boyfriend, Remus Lupin, had been ill on and off for months. He leaned on his friends, relied on them for support, but never turned to me. I'd talked to him once or twice, but he'd never given me a straight answer, and when the third month in a row came around that he looked on the verge of death's doorstep, I decided to get to the bottom of things one way or another.

Which was why I was out in the middle of the night on the Hogwarts grounds, trailing a far distance back from the Marauders as they moved in a pack. All of them except my boyfriend seemed in good spirits, and whatever was going on, I felt for Remus. I hadn't expected the adventure to take us out of the castle, so I still wore pajamas, and only love for my boyfriend kept me from turning right around to seek shelter from the cold night air.

To my surprise, the four boys ahead of me made straight for the Whomping Willow. I knew they were idiots, but I had no idea what possible draw the murder tree could have for them right now, especially with Remus so clearly feeling terrible. Then, in a flash, Peter disappeared.

I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, trying to figure out what I'd seen. Then, in the dull moonlight just barely filtering through the clouds, I saw a rat scurry across the roots of the tree. A moment later, the branches froze in place, and the remaining three boys ducked into a passage normally hidden among the roots, the rat following right after them.

Of course they were unregistered Animagi. I knew that month they'd spent barely talking hadn't been a ploy to mess with the Slytherin Quidditch team, or James trying to impress Lily with his friends' support, or anything else they'd claimed. But Remus hadn't been part of that.

Before I could second guess myself, I let every last ridiculous Gryffindor instinct take over and rushed to the tree, sliding into the hole at its base a split second before the branches began whipping around again furiously. I muttered a quick lumos to light the way ahead of me, then hurried after the boys.

Before I got very far into the tunnel, I heard horrifying screams coming from ahead, the same kinds people said came from the Shrieking Shack. I hesitated for half a second before racing off down the tunnel in the direction the boys had gone. Whatever that noise was, it wasn't good, and I needed to make sure Remus and our friends were alright.

I made it about ten steps forward before I collided with someone. They wrapped their arms around me and held me in place to keep me from moving forward, and after a moment's shouting and confusion, I recognized the person holding me.

"Y/N, you have to get out of here!" shouted James, his tone urgent. I'd never heard him yell like this before, never saw his cool composure drop to the level of the panic currently in his eyes.

"James, what's going on?" I cried. I heard that horrible screeching again, and I tried to move past him. "Where's Remus?"

"You have to leave, now! It's not safe-!"

A moment later, an earsplitting howl replaced the screaming. I froze and so did James, and our wide eyes slowly found each other. I knew that howl from Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was a werewolf.

"You have to run, now," James finally said, his voice low but firm. "If you don't, he'll kill you. It doesn't matter that he loves you, when he's transformed... he has no control."

"Is he... is he going to be okay?"

"Not if he comes back to himself to find out he killed you. Now get out!"

With that, James turned on his heel and transformed before my eyes into a gigantic, gorgeous stag. I could hear barking and snarling further down the corridor, still not close but definitely getting closer. I hesitated, hating to leave without doing anything, but James was right. I didn't have a choice.

I took off running back the way I'd come, trusting the Marauders to take care of Remus tonight. For now, that was the best I could do.

Commotion followed me the whole way out of the tunnel, getting just so slightly closer as to make me nervous. When I finally raced out of the tunnel, I just remembered to slam the root on the tree to stop the branches. I didn't look back as I raced up the grounds to the doors of the castle, finally breathing a sigh of relief from the safety of the entry hall.

I quickly ducked into the nearest secret passage lest Filch catch me out of bed, then slumped back against the wall and slowly sank to the ground. The adrenaline of the past few minutes crashed over me in waves, and I focused on taking long, deep breaths. Slowly, as I calmed down, the actual information that came with my investigation tonight sank in.

My boyfriend was a werewolf. His three best friend were unregistered Animagi, and they apparently spent every full moon with him in their animal forms.

Every DADA class we'd spent discussing werewolves (which, thankfully, hadn't been that many) suddenly came rushing back to me. All the time our teacher had spent talking about them as if they were monsters, while Remus just had to sit there and listen. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking a second to run the odds on expulsion if I punched a teacher.

Remus was nothing but the sweetest, most wonderful person I'd ever met, and I was so lucky to have him in my life. The thought of people ignoring that, of Remus' face if someone called him a monster... all I wanted to do was wrap him up tight in my arms and never let him go.

I decided to focus on that last feeling instead of the 'punch a teacher' feeling. I had no idea how long these transformations lasted, but I had a feeling Remus would be awfully beat up when he finally did make it back here. With a quick pitstop in the kitchens to grab a few of his favorite snacks, I headed back up to the Gryffindor common room to wait.

Only sheer force of will and a deep love for Remus kept me from passing out after the first hour. The fire was warm, the blanket nest I'd made on my favorite common room couch was comfortable, and the adrenaline dump just made me want to pass out. But I kept my eyes open, waiting for him to come back. Finally, a little after three in the morning, the portrait door swung open.

"Come on, Moony, let's get you upstairs."

"It's okay, nobody got hurt-"

The Marauders staggered into the common room, James and Sirius holding Remus between them as Peter held the door. They all froze on the spot, however, when they saw me waiting on the couch.

"Hey," I said, finally moving from the spot I'd spent the past few hours holding down. I blinked sleepy eyes and managed a smile as I approached Remus and the others. "Uh... do you guys mind if I get a minute with my boyfriend?"

James and Sirius shared significant looks, then both turned to Peter. After a moment's hesitation, they looked back at me and nodded.

"Moony we'll, uh... we'll see you upstairs," said James. He nodded to me as he eased away from Moony and headed for the stairs, Sirius following behind him with a narrow-eyed warning look in my direction. Peter followed, giving me a mix of a look between James and Sirius'. Then, finally, I was alone with my boyfriend.

"So... I'm still your boyfriend?" he asked. He leaned heavily to one side, away from me, as I approached him. The hurt and defeat in his voice ripped my heart open all over again.

"Rem... of course. I love you. Nothing could ever change that."

Remus didn't look like he quite believed me, but he drifted in my direction anyway. I smiled and closed the rest of the distance, taking up the position his friends had filled before. I wrapped an arm around his waist and started leading him towards the couch.

"You're not... afraid of me?"

I scoffed and helped Remus ease down into the blankets, then settled in next to him. I'd spent hours preparing this fort, and when I saw a little weight ease off of Remus' shoulders as he settled in, it was worth it.

"Of course I'm not afraid of you. I love you."

"But James said..."

"Never mind what James said. I love you, Rem, and nothing in the world could ever change that. I'm just sorry I couldn't do more to help you."

Remus huffed a laugh as I leaned against his side, then finally put his arm around me. I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he spoke and wrapping my arms around him in the most comforting hug I could.

"You find out I'm a werewolf and almost get killed in the process... and you're wishing you could've done more to help me?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, babe, I don't scare easy."

He laughed fully now, loud and joyous. It didn't last long, since he was clearly exhausted, but the sound made my heart sing.

"What on earth did I do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"

"You were a wonderful person every single day of your life, clearly. Now here, look what I got." Without further ado, I pulled out the snacks I'd stolen from the kitchen. Remus literally gasped.

"Did you get these for me?"

"Yup. If I'd gotten them for me, they'd've been gone already."

"You're wonderful. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Yes, but I can always stand to hear it again." We shared a smile as Remus dug into the snacks, his head resting against mine, and then I sighed. "So... what do you think the odds are of the rest of the Marauders helping me through the steps to become an Animagus?"

Remus choked on what he was eating, then looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not! I want to be there to support you, Rem, through everything. I guess... as long as that's okay with you?"

He smiled, then gave a little disbelieving laugh. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before snuggling up with me again.

"I can't think of anything that would be more okay with me."

"Okay, good. But I'm going to put myself in charge of coming up with a lie to cover the mandrake leaf in my mouth. I'm pre-vetoing anything the rest of you come up with."

"Probably a good decision."

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Viktor from Arcane and the prompt 4: Wanna bet? In what ever way you wanna spin that.

I have a perfect way to spin that actually.

Pairing: Viktor x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, co-workers, experimenting (the fun kind), kissing, blushing, competition

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: I don't care how long we need to wait for more Arcane but once it drops I can feel that I will no longer be sane.

4. Wanna bet?

"What you're suggesting is not possible." Viktor waved you off with a grin, his feet crossed one over the other, one arm thrown around the back of the chair while he cast you an amused look.

You threw a challenging, yet teasing smile at your lab partner, "And how to you know? Have you ever made someone pass out from kissing?"

"No, I've never needed to. A human's body will respond to the lack of air long before that happens. Its our defense mechanism. No matter how high ones lung compacity is there is always a limit one won't past." And just like that he threw your theory to the wind, dismissed, not given a second thought because Viktor absolutely hated to be wrong. But if you could prove it some how...

"Wanna bet?" You challenged him back, taking careful steps towards him before planting your hands on the desk behind him, "I bet you tap out before me."

In the back of his mind Viktor suspected this was a ploy of yours to get a kiss from him during work. But if it got you to shut up and be proven wrong then he is all for it. "That's an easy enough thing to figure out no? Take a seat."

On the chair? On the table? No, you took your seat in Viktor's lap, which was already enough to get his breath to hitch from the pressure of your thighs on him and your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned in.

He coughed to compose himself, trying to cover up the blush on his face with no luck at all. You loved seeing him squirm. As you leaned in for the kiss you saw a tiny smirk cross his lips. He was cocky was he? Well so were you.

As scientist it was your job to see this experiment through to the end. It started with a soft press of your lips against his, adjusting to an angle and diving right in with your tongue, another challenge that Viktor took in stride, meeting you head on, or tongue on would be more accurate in this case.

Hands found their places too, yours slowly scratching the base of his skull with him humming into your mouth, and one of his on your cheek, the other running from your tailbone to between your shoulder blades and back again, keeping you shivering constantly.

For some reason he wasn't backing down, even when your own lungs started to burn, when you tightened your grip on him and started rolling your hips in hope to take your mind of the need for air. No luck. Viktor knew what you were up to and he was one step ahead, pushing you onto the desk and almost falling on top of you too, not once giving you time to breathe.

You started to get lightheaded, you needed air, but you also needed Viktor just as much. Sadly the need for air won and you found yourself missing his lips as soon as you pulled away. Both of your bodies felt like jelly as you melted onto the desk, Viktor on top of you, your chest having. "See? You couldn't hold out long enough."

"Neither could you. But I am feeling lightheaded enough not to get up from here." Lightheadedness was only part of it, the other part was you liking the position you were in, liking that you could wrap arms around Viktor's body and enjoy the closeness this experiment brought you.

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Jealousy — Addison Montgomery x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Synopsis: You get jealous over McSteamy’s antics and decide to take it out on Addison in more ways than one.

Warnings: Semi-public sex, praise, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, etc…

Word Count: 2.7k

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Working at a hospital, you could never walk into work knowing what your day was going to be like. Each day was different, but your favorite days were slow days. The days where nothing major happened and all you had to do was check on patients and fill out paperwork.

Specializing in the pediatric division of Seattle Grace was always interesting to say the least. You worked with a plethora of kids who each had their own personality, and you couldn't help but love each and every one of them.

At first, your emotions became a problem with your cases, as you got too attached, but the longer you were at the job, the easier it got to control. Although, every once in a while, you found yourself slipping, and Addison had to help remind you to keep your head on your shoulders.

Although she was your boss, Addison had taken a liking to you the moment she saw you. The moment your eyes met hers for the first time, she knew you were going to be hers.

As you were finishing your rounds, a familiar high-pitched laugh brought your attention over to the Nurses' Station just down the hallway. Addison was seen speaking with a smirking Mark. Knowing their past, Addison assured you that what they had was over, but it wasn't her you didn't trust, it was him.

Mark was a player and a jokester.

And he repeatedly got on your nerves.

Ever since you started your relationship with Addison, Mark had seemed to make it his job to purposely set you off. He knew how jealous you got when he even looked in Addison's direction, let alone stood mere inches from her making her laugh.

Even you knew he was purposely trying to make you jealous, but you couldn't help it. Just the mere thought of him even laying a finger on her made your blood boil. You had a love for Addison, and although you had yet to tell her, both Mark and Addison knew and made a bet with how long it would take you to admit it.

You couldn't help but stop in your tracks and gaze at the duo talking excitedly to each other. Mark saw you over Addison's shoulder faking to distract yourself even though your eyes were glued to her back.

Your cheeks had already flushed, and when Mark purposely laid a hand on her shoulder to pull her into a hug, a tight smirk spread across his lips when his eyes landed on you. He noticed the way you instantly tensed with the slight flair of your nostrils when you huffed. It was obvious you immediately grew jealous at their contact while Addison had no idea of your presence.

He had you right where he wanted you.

Usually, Addison would catch onto his ploys, but as your presence was unknown to her, she had failed to realize what the man was actually doing.

When Mark finally pulled away from the hug, you took that as your opportunity to stride up to the Nurses' Station just beside Addison and hand one of the women behind the desk your files.

The second Addison heard your voice as you thanked the nurse, her eyes immediately darted from you over to Mark who stood with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk spread across his face.

"Addie, do you mind helping me with something?" You immediately spoke out just as Mark opened his mouth the speak.

"Of course, darling, with what?"

"You see, I've got this annoying rash. . ." You glare over at Mark, "and it is being a pain in my ass, would you help me get rid of it?" You attempt to lie, but to the two of them, it was clear what you wanted.

"What a coincidence! I have one too, just under my shirt here, maybe I should take it off and have Addie here take a look at it." Mark toys, only adding fuel to the fire he saw in your eyes.

"Mark, that's enough—" Addison goes to stop the conversation but you are quick to cut her off.

"No, Mark, go ahead and take your shirt off. I've always wondered what old man physique you had hiding under there."

"Don't tempt me with a good time, sweetheart." His smirk only grew when he noticed your eye roll. He knew you hated when he called you that, which made him say it as often as he could.

"The only sweetheart here is Addie, isn't that right, darling?" You slide a hand possessively around her waist.

Mark attempted to cut Addison's next words off with another one of his annoying lines, but you had grown tired of his antics and walked both you and Addison away from the grey-haired man who eyed the two of you walking off with a curious brow.

"Aww c'mon, Y/N, let's just hug it out!" Mark called out, eliciting a heavy eye roll from you.

"If he so lays a finger on me, I'll break it."

"I don't doubt that one bit, love. Where are we going?" Addison asked curiously, when she noticed you had led her to the more emptier part of the patient area.

"I want to show you something."

Your eyes scan every room until you walk past one that is completely empty, and nearly push Addison inside and close the door behind the two of you.

Addison's back is instantly pressed against the cold mahogany door as your hands make home upon her hips, and your lips hungrily press against hers.

Addison was quick to reciprocate the kiss, a small hum eliciting from her throat as her hands made way to your cheeks, pulling you as close to her as possible.

"What did Mark say that was so funny?" You nonchalantly asked, sending small kisses along her slim jawline.

"Is that what this is about? Mark?" Addison softly laughed. She didn't think you were being serious, which caused you to gently nip at her neck, earning a small whimper from her.

"He still wants you." You say in between kisses as you make your way back up to her soft lips.

"I don't think so—"

"You don't think he does, but I know he does." Your eyes bore straight into hers, before purposely darting to her lips as if you were about to kiss her again. To her dismay, you hovered just mere centimeters from her face, a smirk toying at your lips when she attempts to close the distance, and you having to rest a gentle finger along her lips to stop her.

"But," You continue, starting to walk the two of you towards the empty bed, "that's too bad because you are mine. And I'm going to prove it to you. . . Right. Now." Your finger leaves her lips to slide down to her chest and gently pushing her down onto the bed.

Addison already knew what to do, as she didn't say a word and immediately unbuttoned her top, revealing her royal purple laced bra that tightly held her breasts. You crawled on top of her just after she kicked her shoes off, mouth instantly making contact with her tanned skin. You nibbled and sucked along her collarbone, leaving fresh love marks that only you got the pleasure of seeing. . .

At least that's what Addison thought, until she seen what you were doing next.

You had made a small mark on her neckline that was sure to be seen by anyone who paid enough attention, and you knew exactly who that person was going to be.

"Wait, everyone is going to see that one." She mumbled.

"That's the plan, Addie."

Addison let out a sigh, knowing she would have to explain that one later. You slowly kissed down her body, eyes fixated on her bright green ones that dilated as you inched your way down her stomach.

Heat rushed through Addison's cheeks as her gaze failed to leave your own as you tucked your fingers below her waistband to pull her pink scrubs down her slender legs, revealing her matching purple panties.

"Wet for me already, I see."

Her hips jolted towards your touch, "Does that surprise you?" She breathed out.

"Not at all." You smirked, knowing exactly how she reacts to you, and you alone.

You hook your teeth under her panties to glide them down her legs and off her body.

You waste no time in spreading her thick thighs, your hands laying on the inner flesh of her thighs to keep them in place. Once her panties were off, your bring your lips to kiss a small trail up her tanned legs.

Her hand flew to yours in attempts to get you to do something, "Come on..." You could tell she was getting impatient, but you needed her to feel some frustrations like you did.

You tsked, "That's not how to get what you want, and you know that." You responded with a bite to her thigh.

Your action pulled a whimper from the redhead, knowing that you were right.

"Please..." She corrected.

You looked at her with a small smirk, you couldn't restrain yourself anymore. You wanted her just as bad as she wanted you, so you caved.

Addison writhed slightly at the coolness of your flattened tongue along her folds. Small hums elicited from the redhead at the newfound pleasure between her legs.

Her head fell back along the plush pillow, hips begging for more as they bucked forward ever so slightly. Bringing two fingers to her center only increased the numerous noises coming from Addison's red lips.

"How does this feel, love?" Your curved fingers glide at a steady pace.

"So good. . ."

Addison's hips bucked as your tongue flicked against her sensitive clit. Her chest rose and fell with each pleasurable passing second. She was at your complete mercy. Body and mind both hyper-fixating on you and only you.

"You look so beautiful like this. How did I ever get so lucky?" Feather-like kisses were placed across her skin, trailing up her body back to her rounded breasts. Your mouth attached to her nipple trapped behind the thin layer of lace covering her chest.

You knew she would finish if you had her directly in her mouth, but wanted her to last longer, building up the pressure little by little.

"More. Please." Addison couldn't help her pleas as you teased her breasts. Her freshly manicured hand roamed your locks, fingers tightly gripping the hair at your scalp.

As much as you wanted to make her wait, the fiery look in her glazed over emerald eyes were too hard to ignore. Your ears were blessed with a low moan as you added a third finger, bringing your movements to a halt as you let her adjust.

The grinding of her hips allowed you to restart your pace, your mouth kissing along her lace covered breast before moving back up to her neck, adding more love marks to the opposite side you never touched earlier.

"So close—" Addison whimpered, the feeling of your palm pressing against her clit had her legs beginning to shake. "Fuck, I'm so close." She tugged at your hair, pulling your face up to hers so her lips could connect with yours in a needy kiss.

"Let go, my sweet Addie." You encouraged against her lips.

Luck was still on your side, as your beautiful Addie came with a scream of your name, a certain someone had walked by the patient room by chance. Mark had stopped briefly as he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, he knew them well, but was caught off guard as a familiar voice screamed your name. Once the shock wore off, he scoffed with amusement before continuing on with what he was doing before his curiosity took ahold of him.

Addison quivered as she came. Thighs attempted to close around your hand, but your body pressing flushed against hers made it impossible for them to close.

Sweet moans echoed off the bare hospital walls, your movements never faltering from her orgasm. Addison's brows knitted while she watched a smirk slowly creep along your face that was now moving back between her legs.

Her legs trembled, a small whimper eliciting from her when you replaced your fingers with your tongue. You carelessly wiped your fingers clean of her orgasm along your pants, watching her every twitch and wiggle as you never eased up on the pleasure.

"Since you wanted this so bad, let's see if we can get another one out of you, hmm?"

Your tongue lapped up her release, sliding across her folds and up to her clit, lips wrapping around the bud and adding gentle suction.

"I can't!" Addison cried out, her free hand holding a death grip along the bedsheets. Tears welled at the corner of her eyes, pleasure and overstimulation clouding her senses.

"You can, my love. You're always so good for me. Just one more. You can do it." You encouraged her.

Her head nodded frantically, the uncomfortableness of the overstimulation slowly returning back to pleasure. Hips threatened to buck against your face, expletives forcing themselves from her mouth.

She loved when you got jealous. It showed in the way you pleasured her. Your usual one and done attitude always disappearing as you attempted to show her just how good she had it with you. You were the only one who ever made her feel this way, and you knew that, but still made it a point to prove it to her each and every time.

Her thighs wrapped tightly around your head as she came for the second time. Her orgasm hit her harder this time around, cries of pleasure sounding like music to your ears.

You hummed as you lapped her up after she came, hands pulling her thighs from your head, allowing air to enter your lungs after she had temporarily cut you off.

"Oh fuck..." She brought her arm up to her face to wipe away the sweat that formed on her features from your ministrations.

You just smirked as you peppered kisses all across her body until you came face to face to her once more.

"Maybe I need to make you jealous more often."

Your smirk lessened as your features darkened slightly, "If you do, I can promise that next time won't be so enjoyable for you." You accentuated your point by pressing your knee to her overstimulated core, causing a slightly pained whimper to come from her.

"But we both know you're my good girl, and you wouldn't do such a thing, right?" You give her a pointed look.

She nodded, "Right."

A sweet smile replaced your previous look, "Excellent! Now, I'm sure someone has probably notice the top two attendings' absence in this hospital. So, it's best we get back to work."

Addison sighed, knowing you'd both have to go back to your professionalism when you returned to work. You lifted from the bed, offering your copper-haired girlfriend a hand.

You smirked to yourself when she stood, the slight quivering of her legs still very prominent from her intense orgasms. It only took a minute for you to help her redress, and run your fingers through her bedhead to calm the frizz in attempts to remove the look of sex from her.

Addison attempted to calm her breathing, feet sliding back into her work shoes. You gave her a quick peck against her forehead, taking her stray hairs between your fingers and tucking it behind her pierced ears as you looked lovingly into her eyes.

"Ready?" You questioned.

"Mhm, you go first and I'll follow after a few seconds in case of any wandering eyes."

You agreed, unlocking the door and poking your head out to look both ways, and letting out a sigh of relief at the empty hallway, completely unaware that a certain grey-haired man was waiting back at the Nurse's Station with a quizzical brow.

You took quick strides from the room, Addison following suit just a few feet behind you, attempting to tame her shaking legs. When your eyes met with Mark's, Addison was quick to turn the other way, clearing her throat and fixing her hair as she walked past the two of you.

You knew the antics that would come from Mark but you wordlessly responded to them all with a smirk, Addison found it nearly impossible to clear her dirty thoughts that wandered through her mind as she attempted to return her focus back to work for the rest of her shift.

#addison montgomery #greys abc #greys anatomy #fanfic #lesbiansmut #smut #no plot whatsoever #oneshot #praise #pwp fics #wlw smut #overstim kink #semi public sex

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine Namor and Queen Ramonda forgiving each other on your behalf

The crashing waves, the whistling of a passing breeze, the chirping crickets, and the rustling of trees were the only sounds to fill the air. For the longest as Namor and Queen Ramonda simply stared each other down. Waiting for the other to cave and look away. Nakia had to be the one to break the silence.

"Neither of you came here tonight to have a staring contest. You're here to make peace with each other, so this alliance starts feeling more real on both sides. And not the result of a forced marriage" she reminded them. Her voice holding a tone of authority.

"I did not force your princess to marry me." Namor protested turning his attention to Nakia with a frown.

"Well its not like I left her with many other choices now did you?" Queen Ramonda shot back with a glare.

Just like that his attention was back on her, and he took a menacing step forward.

Nakia placed herself between both of them. "Careful Namor your wife will not be happy if any harm befalls either of us."

Namor looked away feeling a little ashamed at letting his anger get the best of him so easily. He was supposed to making peace, and here he was arguing with the Queen like a child. You would be disappointed in him if you were present.

"Where is my daughter right now?" Queen Ramonda asked him over Nakia's shoulder. She refused to move even if it did seem like he was no longer a threat.

Namor looked up to catch her eyes with his own, and saw something he wasn't use to with other people. Vulnerability.

You were her daughter and for the past three days she had been unable to contact or see you. Not to mention you were located in another nation not totally inaccessible to her, but not somewhere she could reach in a moment’s notice. Of course she was worried for your well-being.

"She is located in the underwater caves for now, and was sleeping when I left. Your daughter is safe and perfectly fine Queen" Namor reassured her. He tried to sound as if he really didn't care but the undertone was there.

"The Talokanil woman that I killed when I infuriated your home. I'm truly for her death" Nakia spoke up. She decided that someone had to apologize first. Why not her especially when it was her actions that led to the invasion on Wakanda.

Namor tilted his head to the side as he studied her trying to see if she was sincere. Nakia held his gaze.

Ten long seconds went by before he finally let out a sigh. "I sent my soldiers to ambush the Princess and the General in America on purpose. You just responded to my actions, and then I acted hastily nearly destroying the alliance I wanted to build so badly. I'm sorry for that." His gaze flickered back to the Queen whose eyes shone with disbelief. "I'm sorry for the lives your country lost during my attack, and I'm sorry for nearly taking yours."

"Why should I believe you?" The Queen asked.

"Queen mother" Nakia hissed.

"What this could be some ploy to earn our trust" she exclaimed in anger. It was obvious she wasn't ready to forgive the King of Talokan yet.

Namor nodded in understanding. "I told both of your daughters I have no love for the surface world, and it is true. Even now as I stand before you trying to fix my relationship with you so our kingdoms can be united in peace. My hatred for mankind has always stemmed from their hatred of people like me. The surface love has never shown me or my people any love."

"What about the ones on the island?" Nakia insisted.

"They worship me as a God that is different. I'm civil to them but only because most of them haven't truly conformed to the way of the world. I brought all of my wrath down on Wakanda out of fear and paranoia. Humans have nearly discovered our existence in the past so many times. We had to relocate to stay safe for the past couple of decades. Talokan has remained safe where it is now, but all that changed when your son revealed your resources to the entire world. None of you had any intention on sharing with the other nations, but knew they would come looking-"

"We weren't aware of your exis-" The Queen tried to remind him, but he cut her off with a roar.

"It doesn't matter you put my people and home in jeopardy. I was blinded and was willing to do anything to protect my people. I didn't think it was possible for a human to be accepted in Talokan, but your daughter has proved me wrong. That is why I'm here now apologizing because I realize maybe if I had approached the situation differently all of this could’ve been avoided." Namor brought his voice back down to quieter level as he reached the end.

Ramonda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. While there was a part of her that wanted to hold onto the grudge. She knew it was time to let it go, if Namor could find it in him to admit his mistakes and apologize. So could she.

"I accept you apology Namor, and I am truly sorry for how my country’s action have affected your own nations." She said stepping around Nakia to face him directly.

Namor gave her a nod.

A silent agreement passed through both of them as they looked at each other. This was a new beginning for Wakanda and Talokan.

Namor turned around to make his way back into the ocean. He did what he set out to do, there was no reason for him to stick around any longer. But he paused right as his body entered the water too look back at both of them. They were still standing in the same spot watching him leave. "I will take care of your daughter Queen Ramonda her well-being is not something you need to concern yourself with. I promise if it makes you feel any better the marriage is on hold till we learn to truly love each other."

Ramonda let out a sigh unable to hold back the small smile taking form on her face. As relief flooded through her body she didn't know why, but his words brought her some much needed comfort. Knowing you weren't whisked away into some underwater marriage ceremony the day you left made her feel better. "Namor wait take this with you." She called out to him pulling something from her sleeves.

It was a gold chain with a large purplish black ring on it. He tilted his head to the side as he walked back out of the ocean to go get it. "What is it?"

"Its T'Challa's ring her brother I want her to have it promise me she gets it" Queen Ramonda told him.

He observed the ring closely like it was a secret weapon.

"Its just a ring Namor it belonged to their own father. Its just something to make her feel more connected to Wakanda this isn't some trap" Nakia reassured him exasperated with his hesitation.

He glanced in her direction with a raised eyebrow, but still reached out to gently take the chain from the Queen. "I will give it to her." With those words he turned back around and descended back into the ocean. There were no goodbyes exchanged between the two, but progress had been made.

Next Morning

You were stretched out in the hammock on your stomach sleeping peacefully. Your face pressed into a pillow that Namor had put under your head when he got back. Your body was still cocooned in his robe despite the blanket at the bottom. It was still folded neatly, and was nestled under your feet. He wondered if he was going to get the robe back from you.

He was leaned back into a sofa positioned right across from the hammock. Namor had it built specifically for you wanting to make this cave as close to your home as it could get. The platform for the sofa was made out rock material from the ocean itself. Which they were able to mold perfectly as well as the more than comfortable soft cushioning.

Namor had been watching you sleep for about an hour so far. Once he returned from his meeting with the queen. He retired for the night to his own sleeping chambers in the cave. Sleep didn't come easily too him considering it wasn't something he did very often. Unlike his people and you his body last way longer without a sufficient amount of rest. So he only rested whenever the need arose, and although he felt drained a little mentally. Last night physically he was fine and felt as if he could go another two days or so. But he slept anyway with nothing else to worry about.

You started to shift around letting out a soft groan. Your eyes squeezed themselves tightly as you frowned. Consciousness had come to way too early for your liking, and the material wrapped around your body coupled with the cloud you were sleeping in. Made you want to go back under, but for some reason you couldn't go back. You opened your eyes pulling the robe up to cover your face slightly to block out any light. And that was when it hit you no need to try and dim the morning sunlight. Even the glow worms plastered all over the cave ceiling lit up the cave. The light wasn't overwhelming for your fresh morning eyes.

"Maybe sticking with this hammock isn't such a bad idea" You murmured sitting up.

"I'm happy you found your sleeping arrangements accommodating" Namor spoke up.

You let out a small yelp jumping a bit with your head whipping in the direction of his voice. He was sitting on a sofa leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. His hands were clasped together as he regarded with a proud look on his face.

"Were you watching me sleep?" You asked.

"Only for a while in yakunaj" He replied softly.

You raised an eyebrow trying to figure what he had just called you. It probably wasn't anything bad, but it was a bit annoying not being to understand his language sometimes. "Are you ever going to tell me what that means?" He had used that term more than once.

"No its fun trying to see you figure it out" Namor said with a teasing smile.

You threw your head with a chuckle not use to this side of him. It was the first time Namor had joked with you. Then something sitting on the small table between the hammock and sofa caught your attention. You threw your legs up and over standing up in one fluid motion, and walked over to the table. Tears formed in your eyes as you let out a little gasp in shock. It was T'Challa's ring resting on a gold chain. The one that passed down in your family for generations. You had decided that after his death the ring would go to Shuri, so how was it here now. Your gaze moved from the ring to Namor who's face had soften even more now.

"Your mother asked that I give that to you" He told you.

"My mother but how?" You asked in confusion.

"You asked me to make peace so I made peace my Queen" Namor answered getting to his feet.

Your eyes widened in surprised as you were taken back that he had actually done it. Honestly you didn't think he would nor did you think your mother would be willing to forgive him so soon. You picked the chain up to place it around your neck, and overcome with emotion. You threw yourself at Namor wrapping your arms around his neck placing your chin on his shoulder.

Namor didn't respond right away caught off guard with the physical show of affection from you. It wasn't something he was use to so for at first he just stood there frozen. Until finally he constricted his own arms around your waist pulling your body closer to his own.

"Thank you Namor" You whispered into his ear.

"You're welcome" He replied back.

You pulled your face back to look him in the eyes. "Should we go check on the city?"

Namor gave you a small nod knowing right then you had his heart. Nothing in the world could stop him from falling in love with you right now. He might have went about getting your hand in marriage the wrong way, but from here on out Namor made a promise that. He was going to do everything else right.

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[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

??? Is this where I drop by to share my headcanons about House of Mouse Yuu? Tumblr is so confusing. Anyway, back on track.

It’s a newer idea of mine but I am kicking and screaming about the idea of a Detective! Yuu!

She starts to get suspicious of things after Leona’s overblot. Things are WAY too convenient to be mere coincidences. She at first brushed off Riddle’s overblot as a one time thing. It was clear that Riddle was long overdue for his damn to break.

But Leona, a man of great intelligence as well as physical strength that can beat ten men like he’s squishing a cockroach overblotting during the biggest, most important events for him? Plotting against Diasomnia’s team was clearly only the first layer. The time and place was way too convenient. If Yuu hadn’t been there to find out his secret plan and fool him, it’s likely Leona would have succeeded. What Yuu thought was just a petty ploy for revenge against people who always saw Leona as lesser turns into a game of follow the strings.

Don’t even get me started on book three. Illegal scamming and forced labor? Suspicious. Yuu finds it way too odd that she had the perfect team to beat the overblot after she foils another housewarden’s scheme. Any why so soon after Leona’s overblot? A few months between each blot fight might seem large to some but three overblots in the span of a school year? Each one perfectly linking the first to the next? It doesn’t seem plausible that THREE students secretly decided to act out plans of demise only to overblot afterwards?

Yuu knew they all had sob backstories but GEEZE. (Even Idia found it suspicious about the amount of overblots)

And now, how this all plays out into the House of Mouse.

Yuu goes about her work like a normal person, except she’s incredibly talented at solving puzzles or word games. If there’s an accident in the kitchen while no one is there watching, Yuu puts together clues and finds the answers in record time.

Patrons like Roger (from 101 Dalmatians)might bring a newspaper to the club one night to have some fun with the word cross only to get befuddled when suddenly Yuu pops up behind him and gives him the answers to the hardest ones because she knows it’s rude to ruin people’s fun. Yuu gives Roger a pat on the back and continues on with serving the villains’ food and drinks.

Yuu just knowing oddly specific information about things the crew like Donald or Mickey might not know. For example knowing exactly what Goofy had for breakfast despite being in Twisted Wonderland all morning or where Donald left that one CD in his house boat that he could never seem to find. Or if Minnie and the others can’t remember a code for a work computer or something like that, Yuu walks in when she hears about it and simply types in the entire 20 digit code from memory and then walks out again like it was nothing. Even when Minnie is very sure she never told Yuu the code to that specific device. And that no one had told Yuu, either. (I don’t know why they wouldn’t tell her-maybe for security/safety reasons? Y’know, with Pete{is that his name? I haven’t watched HoM lately} always trying to destroy the HoM?)

Omg—I didn’t realize how much I was rambling until I scrolled?! So I’ll leave you with these last few bits!

•Grim wearing a beige trenchcoat and fedora during the second book while they try to figure out what Leona is hiding and Yuu not having the heart to tell him that’s not actually how detectives/investigators actually dress

•Yuu having multiple impossible to solve rubiks cubes and hand written what-if scenario essays scattered inside her dressing room to pass the time

•Yuu having AT LEAST three makeup items like lipstick or a compact mirror that is actually gadgets like a mini sleep-dart gun or just simply using the mirror to spy on people behind her

•Yuu playing video games like ‘bomb diffuser simulator’ or murder mystery board games like Clue when Ace, Deuce, and others come over

•Yuu ironically/purposefully using a cork board and red string when solving cases just because it’s fun

Okay so when you first said Detective!Yuu, my first thought went to The Great Mouse Detective. Like imagine Yuu and Basil of Baker Street being mystery solving besties (with Basil sitting on her shoulder or breast pocket). I feel like detective!Yuu would remind Basil of Sherlock Holmes (especially in that one scene in the Savanaclaw manga where Grim wears the classic deerstalker and is holding a smoking pipe)

Meanwhile Professor Ratigan is sulking because he was supposed to be besties with her.

I remember there was this one Goofy cartoon which was 'How To Be A Detective' and Yuu is just in the sidelines shaking her head and laughing at all of his antics.

Since Yuu is just a teenager I reckon that she wouldn't be an actual detective but would be more like the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew or the characters in the Enid Blyton books, 'Famous Five' or 'The Five Find-Outers and Dog.

I bet that she even goes head on with Professor Von Drake for a battle of the minds when he gets too full of himself (and then beats him, much to Mickey's amusement).

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #fem yuu #house of mouse au #asks

[xxavengingangelxx]

Somewhere Only We Know 7/?

Part 7 and drawing to a close soon! I feel like there should've been more Graves scenes in MWIII ;)

Summary: Val tries to hold her own again Makarov but is unsure if she will be able to. Makarov can do a lot of damage in a little amount of time, can't he? There is smut in this chapter so MDNI!

Triggers: Implied (but no actual!) pregnancy loss, tipsy/drunk/intoxicated sex, threatened noncon (but no actual noncon). Let me know if I missed any, please!

Taglist: @bellgraves, @unicorngirly1 (thanks for the chats, as always! :) ), @lily-lily131313, @sharksausages, @shepgurl - if you want on or off the list, lemme know :)

Your blindfold was yanked off…

And there he was, right before you.

Vladimir Makarov.

And then he said something…the last thing you expected him to say. He said it in that characteristic Russian accent he was so well known for.

“Hi, Val,”

And it took everything in your not to cry and beg to be released. Because fuck this. You should’ve stood up to Graves and told him no, that you couldn’t, in your condition, be bait.

So you used your second language as a ploy. “Quien es Val? Ni me recuerdo de mi nombre y no se donde estoy.” You asked who Val was and told him you didn’t even remember your name nor did you know where you were.

And Makarov, the man of many tricks up his sleeve, surprised you when he responded in Spanish. “Te conozco, Val. Eres la puta de Graves, si?”

And that pissed you off. He said he knew you and asked you to confirm that you were essentially Graves’s slut, yeah?

“Go fuck yourself, Makarov,” and there, that line, and your lie fell apart. Fuck your emotions and your mood swings and your frontal lobe that refused to work ever since you found out you were pregnant.

And with that he smacked you. Hard. So hard you cried out and almost fell sideways.

“American brat,” Makarov spat with venom. He knelt in front of you, dark eyes looking downright into your soul. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt just visible under his bulletproof vest. “My men said you mentioned No Russian.”

“I was just communicating to your dimwits that I don’t speak Russian.”

Makarov smiled but there was no humor in his tone and the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Shall I make you scream like my men are doing to your Shadow friend?”

You shook your head.

Makarov reached out towards you and brushed your hair from your face. And you flinched.

“He tortured you, no?”

You met his gaze but you didn’t answer him.

“I know the look,” Makarov pressed on. “You broke,”

And despite your best efforts your eyes got watery and teary.

“I don’t think you could mentally or physically handle another interrogation, hmm?”

You shook your head and the action was enough to make tears fall down your face. “I’m pregnant,” as soon as you said it you wished you hadn’t because you didn’t feel Makarov would take any pity on you because of it.

Makarov laughed cruelly. “Graves’s?”

You ignored him.

“You’re too pretty for him, love,”

“Fuck off,” you snapped. You saw that by the look on his face it took everything in him not to hit you again.

“I believe,” Makarov paused before continuing, “that for some reason not only do you know something about No Russian but that you have valuable information about Shadow Company.”

“I don’t,” you lied. Now you didn’t know shit about No Russian but you knew a few ins and outs of Shadow Company.

“Your lies only serve to disappoint me,” Makarov said darkly. “Graves trusts you. You’re carrying his child, how could he not?”

You scoffed. “He hasn’t told me anything about his company.”

“I know you know things, Val,” Makarov stood. And he produced a firearm.

“What’re you doing?” you asked. Because this was getting scary. Is this how you were going to die?

“Clearly, you respond to harsher forms of questioning,” Makarov stated. “I shoot,” he took several steps away. “You vest catches the bullet. Worst case for you? Broken ribs.” He aimed slightly lower than your chest, towards your abdomen. “For that kid inside you? Probably worse results,”

“I don’t know anything about Shadow,” you reiterated, getting desperate.

Makarov’s gaze turned deadly and he loaded a bullet in the chamber. “How about I take care of that bastard child and fuck another one into you?”

And you sobbed, broke your brave, defiant persona.

“Don’t!” you screamed. You hoped your shriek would bring Shadows and Graves running.

You couldn’t take this, you couldn’t. You leaned forward as far as you could, trying to protect the child you were carrying. You’d rather be killed than lose that child although you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because that child offered you a chance at some sense of normalcy. Maybe because deep down you loved Graves with a twisted kind of love and that child was the only thing that might keep you together with him forever. You wanted a family, was that too much to ask? Fuck. Fuck.

And then.

Gunfire outside.

You took the opportunity with the added noise to focus on snapping the zipties behind you like Graves had taught you.

Makarov walked over to you and when he saw your hands were free he yelled at you in Russian. You assumed he was cursing you out. You dodged a kick, intended for your stomach, the homicidal bastard. And so when he reached for you, you launched a punch.

But missed.

All hell was breaking out around you and Makarov and yet here he was focused on you. Was it because he knew what a valuable hostage you’d make or was it because he knew about the fucked up relationship you had with Graves and that it would destroy him if he killed you? Or worse took you? Maybe both.

Shadows were targeting some of Makarov’s men and Makarov’s men were targeting Shadows by returning fire. Friendly fire was a real threat here as it was close combat.

Your ears were ringing and you were delirious with how tired you were but still…you fought.

In his bid to get you under control, Makarov was getting enraged. But you weren’t giving up because you weren’t fighting for you. You were fighting for your child and for the chance to see Graves again.

So when Makarov, a known war criminal and sadist, tried kneeing your in the stomach, you reached up and scratched his face. With force.

Makarov yelled in pain and in frustration and in rage. But it gave you enough time that your small frame was able to slip away. You tried crawling away but Makarov grabbed your ankle. The grip was tight enough to make you cry out in pain and you went from a position of being on your hands and knees to one where you fell flat on your chest and stomach, the force knocking the wind out of you.

Makarov then made quick work of twisting your ankle, making you scream in pain.

“I like that sound,” Makarov grinned sadistically as he yanked you back towards him. You scraped your nails and fingertips raw trying to claw the cold cement floor trying to find anything to prevent you from being pulled back to him. But he had you under him again and he straddled you, preventing your escape. He raised a hand, no a closed fist, that motherfucker was about to hit you with a closed fist and so you raised your arms up in front of your face in desperate bid to protect yourself when…

You heard a command from none other than Graves himself. And a bark. And then watched as Graves released Riley’s leash.

The look on Makarov’s face said it all. He knew when he was outgunned. Makarov was brave and liked risks but one thing Makarov was not was stupid. Makarov always wanted to live to fight another day. And he knew that Riley just might move too fast to be shot.

“I’ve caught your scent, Val,” Makarov grinned. “I will see you again.”

And then he was gone his men covering him with return fire.

And you could only lie there and cover your ears, curling in on yourself. Because Makarov was gone. And he was alive. And he promised to find you again.

Riley caught up to you and stood over you, barking and snarling when the enemy so much as looked at you.

“Can you walk?” Graves’s voice sounded muffled.

“I think my ankle’s broken,” you cried.

So Graves carried you. And you leaned into his touch as much as you could and passed out.

-

“Consider yourself out of the field,” Graves’s calm voice slowly brought you back to consciousness.

You were in a hospital. Somewhere. You never really knew where you were. Not since Graves took you anyway. Your brain did some drugged mental gymnastics and wondered if being a hospital meant you were going to be flagged and taken into custody again.

“Why’m I here?” you mind jumped to the worst. Had you lost— “Did I lose him?” tears filled your eyes.

Graves sat next to you and his scent, his body being in contact with yours brought you instant calm.

“What makes you think you’re having a he?”

“Mother’s instinct,” you replied.

“Well then,” Graves responded. “He’s fine.”

“Motherfucker got away, didn’t he?”

“Relax, Val,” Graves stated. “And no. We were pushed out by Makarov and his men. Still didn’t get my man back and they’re torturing him.”

“Sorry,” you said. Because you knew Shadow Company was like a family to Graves.

“Not your fault,” Graves comforted.

“It sucks,”

“You know what doesn’t suck though?”

“What’s that?”

Graves pulled something out a velcroed pocket on his vest. It was a small picture and he handed it to you.

“Since you insist on knowing through mother’s instinct, him,”

And that was the first time you were given an ultrasound image of the tiny life growing inside you. So you teared up.

“Why’re you cryin’?”

“Graves you have—”

“Phil,” he corrected.

“Phil you have a lot to learn about emotions,” you sniffled. You ran your fingers over the image.

“Now you know why I’m such a hard ass,” Graves stated.

You gave him a confused glance.

“You can’t take that,” he signaled at the small image, “from me.” He elaborated, saying, “And you’re sure as well not taking you from me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised. Where could you go even if you wanted to? It was either a military prison in the UK, Makarov, or Graves. You had no other options.

“No one will love ya’ll like I do, Val,”

You nodded. It was starting to sink in. So you returned the gesture. Partly because you meant it and if you were a hundred percent honest, you were still scared of the man. “I love you,”

“Besides, what’s not to love about you? You’re a bad ass,” he smirked.

“I’m in a hospital,”

“You held your own again Vladimir fuckin’ Makarov,”

“And he kicked my ass,” you continued.

“Doesn’t matter,” Graves interrupted. “You won’t be seeing him again because you’re outta the field. You’re workin’ intel from now on.”

You wanted to tell Graves that Makarov had threatened to find you, that he had pretty much told you he’d caught your scent like a rabid animal catches scent of prey.

And that terrified you. Because now, unlike months ago, you had a lot more to lose.

-

That night, thankfully, you weren’t plague by nightmares. You actually dreamt of when you first met Graves.

“They call me Val,” you extended your hand.

“That’s…mysterious,” Phillip Graves, the CEO of the private military group known as Shadow Company, smirked and winked at you and if you weren’t mistaken, eyed you up and down. He shook your hand strongly but you could tell it wasn’t even half his strength.

You smiled coyly and felt your face grow warm. Great. So you were blushing in front of your new commander and in front of your captain.

You were about to turn and walk away in shame. To go back to your room where you were going to scream into your pillow for acting like an idiot and full on blushing in front of your new commander and Captain Price. The last thing you needed your Captain thinking was that you were sleeping around again. You and Soap had gotten an earful about that a year ago.

“Looks like we’re the only two Americans on this leg of the tour, huh?” Graves’s voice drew you back and you turned back towards him.

You huffed a nervous laugh. And now you were the one who eyed him up and down. He was hot and tall and just all around fucking attractive. You wondered what he would taste like on your tongue and what he would feel like inside you. And your stupid self bit your bottom lip to prevent from laughing nervously anymore before answering, “Yessir,” tapping the American flag on the front of your vest.

“Price told me you speak Spanish, too?”

“Correct, sir,”

“What’re you doing tonight, bonita?” Graves drawled. He was eyeing you shamelessly and he was trying to make it obvious.

And you laughed nervously again before stepping closer to him. He smelled of cologne, aftershave, and gun oil and it only made him more attractive. You got on your toes and he must have gotten the idea that you wanted to whisper to him because he learned towards you.

“I was actually planning on sneakin’ outta here to get a drink,” you murmured.

“I’m game,” Graves responded.

-

And not too much later you were getting into Graves’s Jeep. You were both sans gear but like any other soldier you both still had firearms on your person.

You were sitting right next to Graves when you heard a familiar voice coming into the bar.

“’Mericans found it before we did,” Price’s voice almost made you choke on the drink you’d been nursing.

And you did choke, which made it harder to put some distance between you and Graves.

And at that point you discovered that Graves had wrapped an arm around your waist, making it even harder to scoot away from him along the booth seat. You didn’t plan to scoot too far. Just enough to dispel any rumors you two were thinking about hooking up.

“Captain,” you gasped out after finally catching your breath. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap joined him. And Soap being behind Price threw you a knowing smirk.

“Discussing business?” Price eyed Graves.

“Sir, yessir, business,” you said rapidly.

“Make sure she gets back safe, eh?” Price placed a hand on Graves's shoulder before he and the rest of the team followed their captain, leaving you to scoot right back over towards Graves who didn’t need to be told twice to put his arm around your waist again.

“Will do,” Graves confirmed.

-

You stayed at that dark bar with Graves even after Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap had left. You weren’t drunk, just wonderfully tipsy and happy and giggly.

Graves helped you into the passenger seat of his Jeep and when he leaned over to fasten your seatbelt, you caught him with a quick kiss on the lips. He didn’t react outwardly but when he closed the door you saw he smirked to himself.

-

“What’re you doing?” you asked when he pulled into the parking lot of his own living quarters. Your quarters were a few more miles down the road. He wasn’t going to make you want home was he?!

“I don’t feel comfortable driving much farther,” Graves replied.

“Bullshit,” and just like that you had cursed at your new commander. Thanks to the alcohol you’d drank making you loose lipped. You weren’t drunk, bot by any means, but even one drink always made you braver, more open to speaking your mind.

“You can’t talk to me like that, soldier,” Graves’s voice took a stern tone.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Alcohol always makes me a little braver than I usually am.”

“Apologize to me some more inside,”

-

“You’re gonna run hot with all these clothes on, ya’ know,” Graves said hoarsely as he easily peeled your jacket off you. You had lied down on his couch and dozed off for what must’ve been a few minutes and woke up in his bed.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, fuck me,” you sneered at him through tipsy eyes.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,”

-

In the span of less than two minutes you were on your fucking knees in front of Shadow Company CEO Phillip Graves. He had both his strong hands fisted in your hair and was moaning your name as you drooled over and licked his cock. Even in your silly, tipsy state you knew how to please a man. You hummed around his length, the vibrations making him moan and lean his head back, his hair falling off his forehead. You ran your tongue along the underside of his dick, using the tip of your tongue to flick the head.

Graves hissed above you and said, “Ah, fu—fuck,” all the while tightening his grip on your hair.

You sucked the precum right out of him, drawing another moan from him.

He glanced down at you, his golden brown/blonde hair falling onto his forehead again.

“Look at me, Val,” he commanded. “That’s an order,”

So you opened your long, dewy eyelashes and looked up at him. And what a sight you must’ve been. Your eyelashes were carrying some semblance of tears from when he triggered your gag reflex and your checks were flushed thanks to the alcohol and your…current activities. Your breasts still had the hickies he had sucked onto them earlier and you were on your knees, legs spread wide, with one hand on what was left of his length and the other between your legs, touching yourself as you blew him.

“I give you permission to touch yourself?”

He pulled his dick out of your mouth and you whined at the loss. You yanked your free hand away from between your legs. And your face was hot in shame. Here was one of your commanding officers with his hard cock right in front of your face while your were blowing him and you were touching yourself.

“Sorry,”

“You’ve been saying that an awful lot tonight, haven’t cha?” Graves stopped stroking himself and grabbed your hair before tossing you onto the bed.

“Go on, then,” he demanded. “Do it. Show me what a piddly little orgasm you can give yourself before I take over and get the job done,”

“Graves—”

“Say my name, baby, fuck yeah,” Graves moaned.

And despite the fact that you felt your face burn hot with some semblance of embarrassment, you also found this incredibly, unbelievably hot.

And you were a soldier so you started following orders. Your fingers made obscene noises as your sunk them deeper into you. You were fucking yourself on your hand and whatever shame you felt before was quickly being replaced by carnal need.

Graves watched intently, running his fingers over his length and sighing at the contact.

Your fingers curled inside you and you found that soft, cushiony spot inside you that made you gasp and see stars. You’d always been a little rough with yourself and so all it took to push yourself over the edge was pressure on your clit from one hand and a hint of fingernails on that spot  deep inside you for you to cum on your fingers.

You mewled your release, again saying his name, “Graves, fuck,” or rather moaning his name.

You thought you were going to be given a break.

But it wasn’t even a minute before Graves had his face between your legs, tasting you, drinking you.

“Graves, I need a break—”

“You don’t get one,” he smirked. “Since you like to cum so much you couldn’t keep your fingers outta yourself,”

So despite the fact that your legs were shaking and jelly, your wrapped your fingers around his hair and arched into his mouth. Graves had you coming undone in the span of 30 seconds. You saw spots in your vision and your vision also went black and white for a few seconds.

Okay, now you needed a breather.

“Don’t be selfish,” Graves snapped as he pressed his hot (probably painfully hard dick) against your entrance. “You on birth control?”

“Yes,” you whispered hastily.

Graves didn’t need to be told twice to slam into you so he did. And thank God you were the only two in that tiny shack and that the rest of both of your groups were some distance away because you screamed his name.

Graves put his hand, which smelled of you and him combined, over your mouth. Graves set a brutal pace. But could you blame him? He had probably edged himself repeatedly while you’d sucked him off, while you’d essentially fucked yourself, and then again as he tasted you.

So you whined underneath his thrusts and when he took his hand off your mouth he replaced it with his own mouth. He swallowed your moans and mentions of his name. Then his dick started hitting that spot deep inside of you repeatedly and roughly all while he also ground against your clit. It took a few rounds of that, maybe three or four, before you came undone around him. Your jaw dropped but now sound came out as you reveled and lost yourself in your orgasm.

Graves rode his own orgasm out as he held himself inside of you, groaning his own release before he gasped heavily. He didn’t collapse on top of you completely but he laid his head on your chest. And you ran your slightly trembling fingers through his hair.

What a surprisingly intimate act for two people who had just met a quick fuck, yeah?

#phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #john soap mactavish #ghost cod #cod mw3 #longwayfromhome #price call of duty #gaz mw2 #somewhere only we know #call of duty phillip graves

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A Study Into Lily Evans: 1.8k

Lily focused, minor marylily and back ground jegulus.

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Lily Evans.

Many people knew her, many people had opinions about her, not all correct but opinions nonetheless. It’s hard to be known when you spend your entire life faking a personality.

The first person to ever know her was her sister. Petunia could always find her tells and would hug her whenever she needed. That is until one day Lily mentioned how she had a crush on the girl across the street.

Freak.

That’s what Petunia said she was.

Eventually they talk less and less, and then just cross to the point where Lily smiles at her, and Petunia throws a dirty look.

But it’s all good.

When she makes a new friend at 10 she keeps those parts of herself hidden. She keeps them hidden so she doesn’t lose another good thing in her life.

She would like to say that the second person who knew Lily was Severus Snape, her best friend but really she was the one doing the seeing and justifying. It’s a tale full of betrayal, red flags, homophobia and racism. Definitely not one she likes to think about.

The second person who actually knew her was her dorm mate, her best friend and later something much more.

It all began with a confident smile and a “Hey! I’m Mary, Mary MacDonald and is it just me or are these people weird”

Lily had looked at the girl – Mary – looking up at her from in between the ridiculous amount of pillows at her.

She knows it’s incredibly cliché but her first thought was truly Oh. This girl is beautiful.

So Lily kept her distance, she did. She made an extra hard effort of keeping out of way and sitting as far as she could from her and everything. And it worked, it worked all up until one day Lily was crying in a corridor after receiving a reply from Petunia to her letter.

She had sent a letter explaining how those were just childish thoughts and how now, she knew better and wouldn’t think of anything like that, how she missed her sister and hoped she could rekindle the things between them. And once again she had profusely apologised.

She received a reply and it was just one word, not even signed off but Lily knew Petunia’s handwriting as if it were hers.

“Freak.”

As soon as she’d read it she ran out of the great hall and into a corridor pulling her knees close to her chest and resting her head on her knees she’d begun to cry.

She felt pathetic.

She was Lily Evans.

Smartest kid in her class and yet a freak.

She felt helpless as another sob coursed through her body.

Couldn’t they see that she couldn’t help it?

She felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up she saw herself gazing into the most beautiful eyes ever.

And from then on Mary had taken to calling her her best friend. Each time she wondered if Mary would still keep up the claim if she knew how Lily truly felt.

Their friendship changed all through one drinking game. One day they were best friends and the next they were girlfriends, and Lily had never been happier with a change ever in her life.

She’d like to say their relationship was fun and perfect. But it wasn’t.

Their first ever fight was about Severus.

-

“He was my first friend!”

“That doesn’t excuse his behaviour!” Mary shouted back. “He treats me like shit, he treats people like us as shit. Not only is your so-called ‘best friend’ racist, he’s also homophobic and transphobic. Do you not see the things he says to Sirius and Remus? To James and Dorcas? Or do you just ignore those words when they’re out of your best friend’s mouth?!”

“Mary–”

“No. I will not– i can’t–”

“Mary” Lily whispered, absolutely devastated.

“Not until you let go of him, Lily, i won’t, i can’t.” and with that she had left.

People may think that her and Severus’ friendship ended that evening in the courtyard but it ended that night.

The rest of it all was just a ploy.

-

Their last fight, oh, it’s ingrained in Lily’s mind.

They hadn’t been fighting per se, more so just realising just how truly devastating their love story actually was, and just trying their best to salvage it.

-

“Think me a coward all you want, flower, but I can't fight this war.”

“Mary please, for me, for–”

“You’re being mean Lily”

“I’ll save you, just don’t run away! I can’t stand being without you.”

“Run away with me then!”

“I can’t, not on good conscious, i can’t”

“Fuck your conscious!”

“I have morals!”

“I have family! I have a family who loves me and needs me as I need them. I can’t leave them.” And then with a sideways glance, she said, “not that you would understand”

Lily inhaled sharply and nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Lily, I–”

But it was useless. Lily had already left.

-

All these people in her life, and yet the only person who ever saw her was James Fleamont Potter.

For all of her first year and most of her second she had thought of him as an obnoxious, loud and arrogant child.

It wasn’t until late in their second year that her opinion on him changed.

-

Lily followed the muffled sound of sobs until she reached a hidden alcove, hard to spot upon first look and inside she saw Potter repeatedly hitting both his palms on the side of his head repeatedly murmuring “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

She may not like the guy but she wasn’t heartless.

Lily sat down next to him and slowly pulled his hands aways from him.

James looked at her, eyes wide, red and puffy. It was a sight, seeing probably the most popular guy in their year like this.

“What’s wrong?” Lily asked and for a moment it looked like he would not reply. But then with probably the most distressed voice she’d ever heard, he said, “Me. i’m wrong. I’m all wrong. I’ve been wrong my whole life. Wrong.”

-

It had taken a while but eventually James had confessed to having a crush on a boy and then after that they gradually transformed into confidants.

Lily had been the first person James had told about being trans (besides his parents ofcourse) and after that she helped him in any and every way she could.

People would argue that their story started in 6th, or it started when James asked her out for the first time on the last day of second year.

But it was all a ploy.

Lily Evans and James Potter.

Head Girl and Head Boy.

The Perfect People.

That’s what everyone thought, but only they were the ones who saw behind the mask, behind the smiles and hugs and sweets. Only they saw the two broken and lost children in a world full of hatred.

For two years they only had each other. For two years they talked and they talked about feeling out of place. But then in fifth year, changes started.

Sirius opened up about their crush on Remus to James, as did Remus about his crush on Sirius to Lily. Marlene and Dorcas started going out. Mary and Lily kissed. Regulus finally talked to James civilly, and they started to meet up.

And in that year, what was a duo became a group, it became a family.

They were happy.

For the first time in their lives, James and Lily looked at one another and saw two children who were happy, truly happy.

-

Lily Evans hated Fate.

Maybe it liked playing a sick joke on her.

When Lily and James got together everybody said it was Fate.

That night Lily found her in that alcove. Fate.

A pure-blood and a muggle-born. Fate.

Books and sports. Fate.

Fate. Fate. Fate.

Maybe it was Fate.

Maybe it was Fate that the same day as Mary and Lily’s break-up, Regulus broke James’ heart too.

Maybe it was Fate that both James and Lily were drinking on a Tuesday night.

Maybe it was Fate when they both showed up the next day to class together, bright smiles painted on their faces.

Maybe all the rumours were Fate too.

Maybe it was Fate when James and Lily collectively decided that nobody would ever have the energy to put up with them.

Maybe it was Fate when the Ruse ended and they started dating.

-

Lily thought that after all these years she had seen James break down, seeing him at his worst. But no.

His worst came with a letter at midnight.

At that moment Lily truly saw James break down and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t the most terrifying thing she had ever witnessed.

She wondered what it was like, knowing the love of your life could die at any moment, that you may have to hurt them on the next mission.

At least she knew Mary was safe.

-

A year into their ‘relationship’ James told Lily about how guilty he felt about not being able to provide an heir, how he had these plans with him but now they were all useless.

And so, they decided that they should have a child. After tracking down one of James’ cousins and going through with the whole sperm donation process, Lily was pregnant.

And then 9 months later, Harry James Potter came into the world, crying.

Looking at their little boy, James and Lily decided maybe they would be okay.

-

All the tabloids may have believed that the secret to the famous Lily Evans and James Potter’s amazing relationship was a lot of love.

It was true.

But it was love for other people.

-

Maybe it was wrong of her, but the best day of her life was when she was hit with an Avada Kedavra right at her chest.

Waking up into the next world beside James, had admittedly been weird.

As they stood up, they were given the choice of whose life to view.

Harry or Mary?

Harry or Mary?

“I’ll go with Haz, you choose her.” said James.

Lily nodded and before she had the chance to thank him, James landed on the ground as a body tackled him to the ground.

She smiled as she watched both James and Regulus hug and kiss and cry and hold on to each other.

She was glad that things worked out for James, he deserved that.

But when had things ever gone right for her.

That’s what she thought as she turned around to watch Mary slow dancing with a guy in the rain and kissing him and smiling into the kiss and, and, and.

#we love lily i promise #lily evans #marylily #mary macdonald #severus snape #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #marauders fandom #sirius black #marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #james fleamont potter #a wee bit of #jily #the maruaders #the marauders era #harry potter marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #dorcas meadowes

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Hi and welcome back! If it's okay to request? nanbaka x reader

Reader who's an inmate and twin sister of Jyugo/no.15.

Reader has a motherly, pacifist, and cinnamon-roll personality, (or similar to Ryuiichii Kashima from Gakuen babysitter). She also has a 'shackles' like Jyugo but different, this shackle are look similar to ribbons and Their also irremovible as well.

Jyugo and his twin sis were very close and his sister always been take care of him, even they're the same age. Until they got seperate and both were like gloomy w/out each other.

Until they meet again at the Nanbaka, (takes place before new year's tournament)

Jyugo and Reader soon notice and recognize each other, then had a good reunion to each other.

Jyugo and Reader has close siblings relationship/dynamic like the Kashima brothers from Gakuen Babysitter. Reader's like Ryuuichi and Jyugo's like Kotaro.

What would the reactions/interactions of Building 13 inmates and guards to Jyugo's sister

Thank you and hope you doing well!

-You had always been together, even before you had been born, you and your big brother, Jyugo. He had always been there for you, just as you were for him, there wasn’t a day that the two of you were apart…until the incident.

-Not a day went by when you didn’t think about your brother, and he always thought of you, but he never mentioned anything to his cellmates, why? Because they didn’t need to know.

-It was at the tournament when he saw you, another prisoner, sitting in the stands, shouting out his name from your seat. You couldn’t believe that he was there! It had been years since you saw him, after the two of you had been ripped away.

-Jyugo’s eyes went wide, seeing you there, “Y/N!!” his cell mates and Hajime saw him running towards the stands and people all over screamed out as you leapt from the stands, having no fear. You knew that your big brother would always catch you.

-He fell to his back, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your arms were around his neck as you sobbed loudly, clutching your big brother.

-Uno and Rock were glaring hard, tick-marks surrounding them as they watched Jyugo hugging such a cute girl while Nico was sparkly-eyed, wanting to hug you as well.

-Hajime’s eye was twitching, his stomach immediately churning to life with annoyance, seeing that there were two of you as he knew that this was going to be an issue.

-Due to your good behavior, something Hajime didn’t believe for a second, thinking you were the twin spawn of Jyugo, you were transferred to Jyugo’s building and his cell.

-Nico had immediately embraced you and you beamed, twirling with him in your arms, “You have such nice friends, big brother!... Big brother?” you looked around and you Nico saw Jyugo wrapped in his bedroll, being interrogated by Rock and Uno who were comically crying, demanding to know why he had never told them about you.

-Jyugo only made things worse for himself when he finally answered, after he got free, “I didn’t think you guys needed to know since Y/N wasn’t here.”

-Hajime was there only minutes later, the three of them sitting on their knees, steaming lumps on their heads as he yelled at them for the very intense pillow fight.

-When he turned, seeing you and Nico looking at magazines together, his eyelid twitched again, thinking it was a ploy to lure him into a false sense of security.

-When he came, not yelling at you both, but basically putting fear into you, you both had tears well up in your eyes, looking so small and innocent as Jyugo and the others all yelled at Hajime for making you and Nico cry as Uno held you, patting your head while Rock did the same with Nico, which only made Hajime more irritated.

-A few hours later, when you escaped with the others, Yamato caught you easily, mainly because you had stopped to pet Kuu who was meowing happily, content in your arms and you walked with Yamato, “Does my brother escape a lot?” Yamato just laughed warmly, thinking it was funny while Hajime was yelling, “All the time- but my captain always captures them! It’s like a game!”

-You were happy, seeing your brother having so much fun, you were glad that he made such good friends! And you were happy that you were now back with him where you belonged.

#nanbaka #nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka hajime #nanbaka nico #nanbaka uno #nanbaka rock

[savagebisand]

I'm gonna say this and make my peace with it but I am frequently reminded as someone watching from week to week when it comes to Only Friends, that it is so easy in a series like this to find yourself accidentally having bias toward some characters, pairings etc. It's very important that we always remain open to alternate perspective and that we remain able to pick out nuances in our favourites. Critique them when they cause trouble or make a bad choice and cheer for them when they find moments of happiness. For today, I am going to speak primarily about Sand because I've already seen a lot of a sentiment on YouTube mostly that he is justified in his scheming to reveal BostonTop and drag Ray into it and yet Ray is vilified for lashing out and pushing Sand off him in the same episode.

We have really got to stop woobifying characters like Nick and Sand and even Ray or Mew because we see them as the most traumatised or the ones with the uncaring lovers. None of them were meant to be the "innocent" character amongst the darkness. JoJo has always said all these characters are flawed and live in shades of grey.

I'm getting real tired of seeing Sand constantly elevated above Ray because one has to be worse than the other for some reason? Or seeing TopMew and SandRay pitted against each other when both have tormented romances. We can note the difference in how the relationships are developing without attacking one or the other. Sand can be the kindest and most sensible character in this series and he can still be morally reprehensible and wrong in other ways. Mew can be caring and hesitant and only want what's best for his friends and still get it wrong sometimes not out of spite but simply because he just doesn't know better.

We do not have to pretend that Sand is in the right when he isn't because we don't want to lose the Sand as a good person label. He IS a good person..he's also wrong for the mess he indirectly caused this ep. Y'all I'm a Sand stan, this blog is sandified all over. The man is me coded. He's a mirror to my soul for me. And I will still sit here and hold him accountable just as much as I would do for Ray when Ray fucks up. He made some Choices this episode and they were Bad. He prioritised his vengeance against Top over Rays emotions regarding Mew and that is Unkind.

Ray was Unkind to lash out at him and push him as well but to act like Ray was unjustified and deserves to be vilified for it is just... it don't sit right with me. He stooped as low as Sand did, he hit right where he knew it would hurt. It was tit for tat. The second Ray went into that meet up where Sand showed him the audio, you could sense Ray knew he was being used as a middle man. That shit hurts. This is the person he's been vulnerable with finally and he just got treated once again, by him, as someone easily influenced and gullible.

Sand used clever words to make it sound like he was doing this for Ray but it was heat of the moment. He was thinking purely of making Top taste his own medicine and eat his words. He wanted Top to lose Mew to prove the point that Top doesn't always get what he wants. Bonus if it meant Sand got Ray and could prove Top even more wrong because "who have you got?" Well now he has him. But honestly Ray was just a prize at the end of a long game Sand wanted to play there for a second.

It can be equally true that when he saw Ray was going to rain hell upon the group, he became more concerned as in his moment of Seeing Red he thought only Top would get hurt. He under estimated the fall out a truth like this would cause for everyone in that clique. Tell one harsh truth and a million more come pouring out. Ray got hurt because of this little ploy and he got a nasty awakening that oh yeah Ray is more important than some contest with Top, it can be equally true that he cares about Ray when Top isn't clouding his judgement and actions. That he didn't want Ray to endanger himself. That he would follow Ray and get him to a hospital safe after Ray angrily tries to take himself home under the influence because he feels betrayed, a black sheep to his friends.

But like it or not some of Sands actions this episode were still laced with calculation and manipulation and involved using others like chess pieces such as Ray and Nick, two people he normally cares about more than anyone. That moment when he smashed up his phone intentionally to get his hands on Nick's? Batshit insane behaviour. He was high tempered and irrational and he made a very big mistake because as I've said before these characters are portrayed as human young adults and it's what we do. No one is perfect 100% of the time. We all have a capacity for bad inside of us that most of the time we tamper. Sand was not able to in this instance. He caused mass destruction in a butterfly effect of one choice he made way before Ray caused more fallout with the truths he spilled.

Sands actions. Sands choices. Not just Rays or Mews. And don't get me wrong Ray was wrong too, he shouldn't have brought April and Cheum into it just to further a point. He should have just let Mew handle Top alone at home. But to be fair he'd spent all day and night being ignored by his friends for not being as blind in love as them, biting his tongue when Ton played along to insinuations over Nick and still got treated kindly after outright saying he had an ice cold heart when Ray knew just how true that was. Dealing with Ton making his emotions for Mew the butt of a joke again, belittling him. Sand using him to get back at Top and lying to Rays face or stonewalling him after they'd spent a week connecting more.

So it's no surprise he went since we're being honest tonight anyway maybe you all need to see you aren't perfect either. Sand set the spark that started this fire this time around. It's alright. All of them went too far and crossed lines. None are worse than the others. This show is not a competition between which partner in this couple is worse or more fucked up than the other. It is showing its audience what it looks like when two fucked up, flawed, morally grey, young adult and queer people fall into relationships and friendships. All of the couples are equally as wrong as each other for behaviours they exhibit when together.

It's subjective of course, everyone's personal level of what's wrong and what's acceptable is different and that's what makes this interesting. Something a character does may not be going too far for one viewer whilst for another it's absolutely appalling. The beauty of media. But let's not get so caught in picking teams that we lose our critical lens when we consume media. You can be rooting for Nick or Boston or Top or Sand or Ray or Mew! A combination! Have favourites! By all means pick people you'd love to see overcome these messy dramas and challenges they face. Just don't throw rocks at glass houses.

#only friends #only friends the series #i guess im morphing into ray tonight bc it needed to be said #and ive seen others echo the sentiment here and there #but this is the kind of show i feel can never have too many reminders to remain unbiased with when consuming #its entertainment and its not that deep but i can understand frustrations when certain characters are treated as more justified than others #in moments of weakness #ANYWAY DHDJD IM READY TO BE HATED BUT I MUST SPEAK MY TRUTH #sandray #bostonnick #topmew #raymew

[devine-star]

Okay so, the idea is that reader has the ability of precognition. So like they tend to predict things that are going to happen in the near future and Eddie always finds it so cool when they do it because usually it’s like, “X Teacher is going to run into the door and spill their coffee” or “There’s going to be a fight at school today.” But Eddie thinks it’s like, deeper than that. Like they can predict anything. And since that’s their assumption he always assumed Y/N knew he liked them and eventually he goes for it like, “What am I about to do?” And then he fuckin’ kisses them while they’re thinking of a way to explain that it doesn’t work like that. Cute lil fluffy freaks in love.

Eddie Munson x male reader

Warning: Mentions of fighting,

Eddie didn't quite believe you when you told him you would predict small things.

He figured it was a little bit of a joke or a ploy to get attention from others but when he saw it for himself; he was amazed.

"Hey, Eds!" You whispered tapping his leg slightly. He jumps looking up from the work he was doing; surpringly enough he was almost done!

"Yeah?" You pointed to the door with a small stiffled laugh "Mr. C is about to come in and eat shit!" Eddie rolled his eyes but he would be lying if he said he wasn't even a little bit curious if it was true.

Roughly 5 minutes goes by before the door finally opens revealing Mr. C. Eddie is on the edge of his seat watching the teacher with wide eyes.

Mr. C takes a few steps into the room before stepping on his untied shoelace. He lets out a yell of surprise before tripping; slamming himself into the floor roughly.

Eddie's eyes went wide before he erupted into laughter along with the rest of the class.

"How did you know that?!" Eddie asks through laughter turning to look at you. You simply smile and tap the side of your head with a wink "I already told you that I can see some stuff before it happens Eddie!"

The second time Eddie saw this happen was when he had convinced you to skip class and chill in his van with him. He had brought a blunt and was nursing it slowly to enjoy the buzz a little longer before having to go back to class.

You sat in the passenger seat working on some late assignments before looking up and over at a group of people who seemed to be just relaxing against their car; also skipping.

"There's gonna be a fight between them," You say casually before looking back down at your work; flipping it over to continue the backside.

Eddie looks towards the group and sure enough two of the dudes were at each other's throats, yelling. With excitment to see a fight rising in his gut, Eddie watches as the first guy throws a punch.

"Holy shit!" His high mind was racing with thoughts.

"Can you predict ANYTHING??" Turning to look at you. You mearly glance up from your work before going back "No, not ANYTHING, but just small things. Not sure how honestly,"

That night Eddie stayed awake in bed with his mind reeling about you.

Surely if you knew what was going to happen you knew he liked you right? He doesn't exactly try to hide it at time when he stares at you during class or goes out of his way to get your favorite drink whenever you come over; even if it's the last few dollars he has.

So, Eddie hatched a plan! There was no school tomrrow due to a bunch of meetings the teachers had to do so, he invited you over to hang out!

You knocked on his door, smiling as he opened it with a wide grin.

He lets you in and the two of you start talking about random shit as Eddie takes his guitar off the wall to mindlessly pluck at the strings.

After a while, Eddie sets the guitar aside and turns to face you fully.

"Hey, N/n," You look up from the book you had been read "Yeah?"

"You know when things are gonna happen right?" You sigh and nod you head; not wanting to try and explain it to him again. Eddie was a very stubborn man when he has his mind set on something.

"Predict what I'm about to do," Eddie could feel his heart racing as he stared at you for a moment.

"I don't-" You were cut off when Eddie quickly leaned over to press his lips against your own. You froze before melting into the kiss bringing a hand up to grip the side of his face gently.

You two pulled away, resting your foreheads together. Small shy giggles left you both before you spoke "I would have NEVER been able to predict that," Eddie laughed leaning back against his hands with a stupid lovestruck smile on his face.

"You are such an unpredictable man Eddie Munson, I never know what you're going to do," You leaned over to peck his lips gently letting a yell out as he tackles you back onto the bed for cuddles.

#Eddie Munson x male reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger Things x male reader #Stranger Things x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson x male reader fluff