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hxlyhead-harpies · 4 years

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Brilliant (F.W.)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Fred needs some help with school work

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: None

AN: Hi everyone! Please just pretend that Fred didn’t get banned from quidditch in his seventh year please and thank you.

It was no secret that school was not one of Fred Weasley’s strong suits. He’d much rather spend his time goofing off with his brother, playing quidditch, or planning for the shop than spending countless hours completing assignments and studying for exams. He simply had better things to do. And while he knew that his future laid outside the realm of academic achievements, not everyone quite believed him. Or more accurately, believed in him.

So that was how he ended up in Snape’s office after class, the potions professor staring at him with his arms crossed and McGonagall looking down at him.

“Mr. Weasley do you know why we have called you here?” McGonagall asked sternly. Fred squirmed slightly in his seat.

“I’m not sure Minnie,” he said with a cocky smirk, “I may need you to enlighten me.” Snape scoffed from the other side of the desk.

“Well, first of all, I must remind you that my name is Professor McGonagall and you shall not call me by anything else,” she said seriously. Fred’s grin never faltered. “But it has come to attention that you are failing potions,” McGonagall said. Fred was surprised for a moment. He knew that he wasn’t doing particularly well, but he never imagined that he was failing. He turned and saw Snape smirking at him.

“If you have any interest in passing my class and graduating, I expect you to get a tutor,” Snape said eventually, a hint of smugness entering his tone. Fred frowned. The thing was, he didn’t intend to graduate. He and George were planning to leave in a few months anyway, was it really worth the hassle?

“I think I’ll pass on the tutor,” Fred said, making a move to leave the office. A hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Not so fast Mr. Weasley,” McGonagall warned. Fred turned to face her.

“Yes Minnie?” he asked with an annoyed smile.

“If you want to continue to play quidditch this year, I suggest that you take Professor Snape up on that offer and get a tutor,” McGonagall said with a frown. Fred froze.

“What?” he asked, slightly panicked.

“If your grade in potions does not improve to at least an acceptable, I can not let you participate in the quidditch season,” McGonagall explained. Fred let out a long sigh.

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Just give me the place and time.”

Fred was dreading having to go to the library to meet his tutor. It was early on a Saturday morning and he’d much rather be out with George and Lee than meeting some stuffy tutor in the library. Snape had told him who would be assigned to help him and Fred couldn’t help but grumble at the name. (Y/n) (L/n). (Y/n) was top of their year and the current Ravenclaw headgirl. She had taken an unspeakable amount of points away from Fred and his brother and she was always the first to raise her hand in class. She was the kind of person who was so smart that it was almost obnoxious.

Truly, he was in no position to judge the girl. He really did not know her and most likely had never even spoken to her outside of class before. But he was mad that he had to trudge across the castle at eight in the morning and that he actually had to open his books for once and the easiest way to cope was to blame it on her.

When Fred arrived at the library he saw her sitting in a corner. He was surprised to see that she looked just as tired as he was- her hair was messy and she was rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. She yawned as she spotted him and waved him over quickly. As he made his way over to her, Fred couldn’t help but chuckle. She was wearing a completely oversized jumper that covered her hands with the sleeves. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair looked as if she had run her hands through it countless times already. If anything, she looked more miserable than him.

“There you are,” she said as Fred slipped in a chair across from her.

“Sorry if I’m late,” he grumbled, plopping his books on the table.

“It’s fine,” she responded, “Snape had no business scheduling this session this early in the morning.” Fred laughed.

“Not a morning person then?” he asked. She groaned and shook her head.

“Not at all,” she said, scrunching up her nose. Fred’s bad mood slowly started to disappear. (Y/n) pulled out a roll of parchment and her quills, motioning for Fred to do the same.

“I figured that we could start the essay that’s due in two weeks, that way I can get a feeling of where you are,” you stated. Fred pulled out his materials. If he was being honest, he didn’t even know that there was an essay due in two weeks.

“Okay,” she started, opening up the textbook. “We have to write an essay detailing the process of how to make a befuddlement drought,” (Y/n) stated. Fred furrowed his eyebrows. He thought back to the previous class when he and George had royally screwed up that exact potion.

“Can you tell me what goes into a befuddlement drought?” she asked, peering up at him expectantly. Fred just stared at his parchment, completely and utterly clueless.

“I have no idea,” he said, turning to take a peek at her textbook. (Y/n) jumped to cover the recipe with her hands. He looked up at her, confusion etched into his face.

“Come on Fred,” she said, “I know you know this.” Fred scoffed.

“You’re giving me too much credit (L/n),” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. (Y/n) just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Oh come on. You’re incredibly smart I’m sure you know this,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him. Fred audibly laughed at this, causing Madame Pince to shush him.

“I may be many things,” Fred said, “but smart is not necessarily one of them.” (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him.

“Oh come off it Fred,” she said, “I’ve seen your products, you’d have to be incredibly smart to make them.” Fred furrowed his eyebrows.

“That’s different though. I’m not good at the things we have to do in class,” Fred stated.

“Just because you have trouble with classwork doesn’t mean you’re not smart. I couldn’t do half the things that you and your brother do,” (Y/n) replied. Fred scoffed.

“Oh come on! You’re basically the smartest witch in our year. You always get top marks in potions,” Fred said, making another reach for the textbook. She swatted his hand away playfully, an endearing gesture that made him smile.

“That’s because I’m good at following directions. I always do what people tell me to do,” she said, staring at him intently.

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Fred asked, leaning against his hands. (Y/n) shook her head and laughed.

“Of course not, Fred! If I was told to make a potion but I wasn’t given a recipe, I’d fail. I’m good at memorization but I don’t genuinely have a good understanding of the subject,” she said. Fred frowned, not quite understanding. “I know that you’re better at potions than me because you know what ingredients to put together to make a specific kind of reaction, I could never do that,” she explained further.

“Fine. I guess I have a general understanding of the subject. But I still don’t know the recipe for the befuddlement drought and I need to pass this essay if I want to play in the match next weekend. So if you could kindly hand this over,” he said, reaching once again for her book. She snapped it shut and laid her arms across it.

“Okay let’s think of this differently,” she said, “If you and your brother wanted to make a potion for your business that was supposed to make whoever ingested it extremely confused and disoriented, what would you put in it?” Fred leaned back in his chair, mulling over the answer.

“I guess some scurvy grass? Maybe some sneezwort?” he said after a moment. When he looked back up at (Y/n), she was smiling widely at him.

“Exactly!” she proclaimed. Fred’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Wait really?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/n) opened up the textbook and flipped it towards him. She dragged her finger to the top and traced the words on the page.

“You just named the two key ingredients,” she said proudly. Fred smiled at her, feeling his pride swell slightly.

“See,” she said, “I told you that you were smart.” Fred let out a chuckled.

“Eh, still not sure about that. I am devilishly handsome though,” he replied. She scoffed at his response before turning back to the book. And then, quietly, she murmured, “Well I think you’re brilliant.” Fred froze at her words and flushed deeply. They were spoken so softly that he wasn’t sure that he was even intended to hear them. The ardent way in which she mumbled those words and the soft determination behind them made it sound as if she was stating a fact, a rule of the universe. It sounded as if she was sure that sun rose in the east, that the sun set in the west, and that Fred Weasley was brilliant. The compliment was unlike one he had ever gotten before. So earnest and so simple. Fred wasn’t sure if he had ever even been called smart, let alone brilliant, before this morning, and he was certain he had never heard it so impassioned. The way that (Y/n) muttered the simple phrase almost made him believe it.

Fred began to look forward to his early morning tutoring sessions with (Y/n). Sure, he felt like he was learning and improving at the subject, but mostly he just enjoyed her company. She was funny in a softspoken way, her small quips sneaking up on him and making his face hurt from smiling. She was sweet, always reassuring him that he was capable of learning the material. She was also very cute, with her large sweaters and sleepy eyes, blushing whenever he flirted with her. He was almost sad to think that if his grades improved he would have to stop seeing her. Never in his life did Fred think he would enjoy studying this much.

The day that Fred turned in his potions essay, (Y/n) gave him an encouraging smile from across the room. He had written the whole thing by himself, recalling the information that he and (Y/n) went over in their sessions. He had never been so confident in an assignment and had never been so excited to turn one in. He wanted nothing more than for (Y/n) to be proud of him.

A few days later he got the essay back, Snape dropping it upsidedown on his desk. Fred snapped his eyes up to meet his professor’s, who only grimaced in response. He suddenly felt exceedingly nervous. What if his work hadn’t paid off? He didn’t want to face you if he had done poorly.

As he flipped over the parchment he could barely contain his smile. A large E sat across the top of the page. Exceeds expectations.

As the entire class filed out of the classroom, Fred waited for (Y/n) by the door. He leaned against the wall of the dungeons, waiting for her to pass the threshold and escape the classroom. When (Y/n) finally walked out, Fred scooped her up in a hug before she could even register that he was there.

“Fred!” she squealed as he picked her up and spun her around. When he placed her back onto the floor, his hands still on her waist, he couldn’t hold back the happiness that he felt.

“I’ll take it that you did well?” (Y/n) laughed, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

“It seems that I have exceeded expectations,” Fred stated, puffing out his chest. She chuckled, her hands still clutching the fabric of his cloak.

“I’m so proud of you!” she said, staring into his eyes with the ghost of a giggle still gracing her lips. Fred threw his head back.

“I’m so excited I could kiss you!” Fred shouted with a laugh. If it was possible, she flushed darker.

“Fred!” she exclaimed, swatting him lightly in the chest. Fred captured her hand before leaning closer.

“I’m sorry darling but I’m not sure if I can help myself,” he said softly, a smirk playing at his lips. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at him.

“You get a guy one good mark and suddenly he’s falling at your feet,” she grumbled, sending him a playful look. Fred laughed heartily at her joke.

“Very funny smarty-pants,” he replied. She looked up at him, smiling widely. She took one look around the deserted hallway before she took Fred by surprise and kissed him herself. She pulled him closer by his robes and stood on her toes to reach his tall frame. Fred gripped her waist tighter and melted into her, smiling slightly. After a moment they broke apart, blushing and smiling widely.

“Eh not bad Weasley,” she said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Not bad?” Fred sputtered, caught off guard by her response.

“But don’t worry. I’ve already proven that I’m a magnificent tutor, I think I can help you out with this too.”

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letsperaltiago · 3 years

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the one where i upload the 2nd chapter 5 months after the first :)) so sorry skskss. anyways... CLUB FIC CHAPTER 2, BABYYY. And it’s getting smutty! Works fine on its own, but reading chapter 1 first does add that *extra spice*

Rating: E

Words: 5.8k

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Besides the obvious bruising and swelling caused by Manson’s punch, Jake is unharmed and allowed to leave the hospital right after his debrief. Officer Wilson nicely offers to give him a ride home and after the day he’s had, which Jake gladly accepts - the faster he gets home, the faster he gets to see Amy. By the time he steps out of the car, onto the sidewalk framing Amy’s apartment building, and tells Wilson thanks for the ride, it’s closing in on two am. The streets of Brooklyn are as desert as the city that never sleeps can be, rather unusually quiet, but Jake can’t think about anything else but the painkillers he’s about to pop, the girlfriend he gets to kiss, and last but not least the soft bed that’ll promise him a good night’s sleep.

Or so he thinks.

The second he steps a foot into the apartment, using the spare key Amy gave him a few weeks ago which he proudly accepted, making him feel that more committed to their blossoming relationship, Jake immediately notices that something is not quite how it usually is. And if there’s something he loves about Amy and her place it’s how routine is everywhere to be found - from the tiny key-hook by the front door that holds Amy’s keys to how he knows the painkillers are stashed in the little pink plastic basket on the right top shelf of the bathroom sink cabinet. Tonight the atmosphere feels out of routine, almost making Jake feel like a stranger in an apartment that’s somewhat his own (they’re not quite there yet but they’re mostly at her place so).

It’s not just because the only elements lighting up the blacked-out apartment are candles (quite many of them) which in itself is very weird because no way Amy Santiago would go to bed with a candle, let alone tens of them, lit. The scene screams fire hazard. Jake himself has a hard time putting a finger on it, but somehow the entire energy seems different. It’s as if, somehow, the air is charged with a certain electricity, and, for a second, Jake wonders if he’s accidentally let himself into the wrong apartment - but that’s not possible, right? No way Amy’s key works for other front doors.

His keys make a by now familiar clinking sound as he places them on the key-hook, on top of Amy’s. A routine amidst the estranged feeling of this situation. Although he’d hoped and would’ve loved it if Amy had stayed up and waited for him, he knows his girlfriend’s schedule is highly prioritized (even over him, he learned very early on) and so he ignores her absence. What he can’t ignore is that Amy would’ve gone to bed with multiple candles still burning. Her silver three-arm candelabra on the dinner table, her rose-scented block candle on the coffee table, multiple smaller ones in the windows and around the couch/tv-area…

“Ames?” he calls out, loud enough to catch her attention if she’s awake but low enough to not wake her if she’s asleep.

Silence.

He quickly shrugs off the absence of her reception, and, as per a routine he likes to think of as “domestic”, a new feeling and aspect being with Amy has introduced him to, he kicks off his shoes. Instead of leaving them to clutter up the room, like he would if it were his own apartment, he neatly aligns them with hers on her little shoe rack. His coat goes on on a coat stand instead of a random chair. It’s small gestures like these that make him feel more in sync with his girlfriend. This also leads him to go around the room to blow out the candles. He knows Amy will appreciate him doing it, but he’s just barely put out one candelabra-light when his beliefs are contradicted.

Someone clears their throat and it has Jake freeze in his spot by the dinner table, much like a deer caught in headlights - a Jake caught in candlelights, one could say. All he can see is a silhouette standing in the hallway. Only just barely lit by the candles’ tiny flames, casting the otherwise dark room in a yellow and orange glow, it’s hard to see anything clearly. Still, there’s no doubt in Jake’s mind: It’s Amy.

From the way her silhouette almost looks naked, her curves on full display, he can tell she’s still wearing the infamous red skintight dress. Her now messy dark locks frame her face - her beautiful , amazing face - and scatter onto her bare shoulders which are only covered by the sleek dress straps. She looks flushed, luminous, and Jake can’t help but wonder whether it’s the candlelight or the sudden heat he’s sensing. Did it actually just get really hot in here or just him?

“You don’t like my candles?”

The sound of Amy’s voice is something Jake is very familiar with by now. Her presence has become something his senses immediately tap into, yet when she speaks, red, perfect lips shaping the words with precision, Jake feels his heart skip a beat as if it’s the first time seeing her. His jaw drops to the floor and he surely looks like an idiot, stuck in the same spot with no audible reaction. It surely doesn’t help when his girlfriend walks up to him in a way that has her look like a goddess on a runway. Slow, sleek, and surely she steps up to him as if she isn’t wearing uncomfortably tall stilettos. If Jake hadn’t previously listened to her complain about how awful these heels were then he’d beg her to wear them forever.

“I- uh- yes? No? I don’t know?”

A cocky chuckle gushes from her lips. It’s obvious that she has him right where she wants him, physically and mentally, and from the burning look in her eyes, he can tell she has a plan for them to follow tonight whilst she, hopefully, wears that dress (at least for some of it).

“I thought I’d try to make the most of the night...” Her eyes switch to the clock on her wall. Five past two. Her brown irises slot back together with his. “What we’ve got left at least.”

He’s so entranced by her sultry gaze, mystery and mischief glowing in her eyes, that, until he suddenly feels her hands on his hips, he fails to notice how far across the room she’s made it. Now her warm breath is bedewing his neck, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt and Jake’s never been good at chess but this feels a lot like checkmate.

He doesn’t say anything. Quite honestly unable to do anything else, he utters just the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, but Amy’s happy; it’s enough to reveal his true sentiments when she gracefully pops the first button with her sleek fingers. She pauses and holds his gaze.

“I’m really glad we ran into each other tonight.”

Already very much confused and barely able to grasp what reality he’s in at this point, Jake offers her little statement a frown. Ran into each other? They literally went to the club together, what does she mean-

“Most guys I run into at that club are usually barely mediocre...”

Oh… OH. It all suddenly clicks. That’s what she’s doing.

“... but you...” she interrupts herself by biting into her newly applied lipstick, showing off just how white her teeth are, as she moves on to pop the next button in line. “... you look like someone worth spending a night with.”

The colorful lights, the loud bass, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, their moment of weakness in the scummy bathroom; the sensation of being back in the club comes rushing back. All of this, along with it the thought of Amy Santiago being his scandalous one-night stand, flicks a switch within him. Being with her every day is indeed a much better deal, one he’d never want to change, but this fictional role of the one-night stand he’s been put in? Definitely works for him too. Now he just needs to get up to speed and make up for time wasted on being utterly obvious. Luckily Amy Santiago can turn him on easily as a faucet.

“Yeah? You do this a lot, eh-?” He attempts, dabbling and getting comfortable in his newfound role.

“Cassidy.”

“Oh yeah, cool cool cool. Cassidy.”

After this infamous fumbling, figuring things out, he shifts back into gear. His voice descends into a darker tone, as well as his eyes - and don’t even get him started on his train of thoughts. His hands, up until now stuck by his sides, gently latch onto her waist instead and the soft feel of her dress, silk, he guesses, helps him adopt the exact right mindset for this game.

“So, Cassidy ,” he emphasizes the name as to get familiar with its taste, immediately learning that it savors of something poisonous and addicting. “You do this a lot? Take home guys without even knowing their name or telling them yours?”

Meanwhile, Amy’s already popped another button, revealing a good chunk of his chest, and has to tear her eyes away from it to meet his villainous gaze. There is no fighting it, and she willingly dives right into him as one would in a pool. Although instead of a clear blue mass of water, her’s is a dive right into a sinful twilight that’s slowly but surely consuming them both.

“Well,” she abandons the last two buttons untouched and sneaks her left hand down to the front of his pants to be met what she’s been patiently waiting for all night. A bulge, still quite modest but without a doubt present and growing. After all, they’re just getting started. “All you needed to do was ask for it. Like I’m going to do now: what’s your name?”

She grins, her eyes as well as her lips, and it takes every muscle in Jake’s body to think of a name, stay in the role, all while he’s not to give in to the hand that’s unmistakably cupping him through his pants.

“I bet you’re used to asking for what you want.” He’s kind of proud of that line, he must admit. “... And I’m Andrew.”

“Good to know, Andrew. And yeah…” she tightens her grip on him just a tad more, “it’s the easiest way to get what I want.”

“And what exactly do you want?”

Just like hers had moments ago, Jake’s hands slowly travel south and back, getting two handfuls of her ass and the fabric that’s enhancing its perfect shape. He feels her breath sink into the skin of his neck and lower face, slowly and bit by bit becoming a part of him.

“Whatever you’re willing to give,” she kisses the side of his neck, feeling the dampness her breath has left behind. Turns out he tastes even better than usual, a mixture of him, cigarettes, and alcohol so having her lips let go already seems unnecessary.

“And what if what I’m willing to give isn’t enough?”

He shamelessly squeezes her ass, thanking God for this goddess of a woman he gets to call his, and he’d be lying if he said her sucking on his neck and the feeling of her full behind didn’t have him almost fully hard already.

“Then I’m not shy of a little... begging,” she physically punctuates her sentence by letting her teeth sink into the skin right below his jaw, and it immediately sends her man of the night into another dimension where he can’t hold back and play nice any longer. Luckily, she doesn’t want him to.

In the bat of an eye, he’s got her face cupped in his hands and their lips colliding with a hunger that makes it seem as if they’ve never kissed before this very moment. The kiss is clumsy, hungry as if they’ve been starving for days, and once in a while they can hear their teeth clacking, colliding.

“You’re so gorgeous, Am- Cassidy,” he’s quick to correct himself. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you at that club. Was wondering how a fucking goddess like you was hanging out in a shit-hole like that.”

He feels her hands cling onto his neck. In response, he has to let go of her face. Instead, his hands wander back down to his hips. Although rather than both slipping backward like earlier, one sneaks its way down and forward to get a grip on the hem of her dress.

“And wearing this dress? How could I not notice you and instantly dream of fucking you in it.”

This rewards him a tiny moan, airy and soft right into his ear where her lips happen to be nibbling on his earlobe, and Jake knows he’s giving her exactly what they both want.

“Touch me,” she breathes almost inaudibly and although he hears her he can’t help but push some buttons.

“What are you saying, baby?” He smirks, slowly forcing the dress-hem up the warm skin of her thighs. “Say it again - louder.”

“Touch me, please .”

With two fingers hooked around the red fabric he drags it up to stop right by her pubic bone. “Only because you’re so good at asking for it. I might have you beg a bit later.”

She barely answers, only utters a little uhuh . The same two fingers slowly slip beyond the fabric and slide across the already damp gusset. It’s with a small victory smile that Jake carefully starts rubbing the area, immediately earning himself a small whimper. It falls from her lips as if it’s been waiting to do so for a long time now, and her head drops to rest on his shoulder.

“What did you say?” he cranes his neck in an attempt to get a glimpse of her face, but it’s mostly hidden in his neck. “Does that feel good?”

He doesn’t hear her but feels her nod against him, and so he adds a little more pressure with his fingers, digging into her through the fabric of what feels like lacy panties.

“I have barely touched you and you’re already this wet. Do you want more? Is this okay?” His tone doesn’t change by Amy can tell it’s Jake asking, not Andrew.

“Y-yes,” she whimpers, wishing he’d put more energy into touching her.

For a second Amy believes he can read her mind because as soon as the green light has officially been re-approved, her partner’s fingers force aside the gusset and gather some of her wetness to help embed themselves inside of her. He feels her shuffle on the spot in an attempt to stay on her feet and squirm a bit around him when his middle finger penetrates her, all to be summed up by a soft moan into his neck.

“God, you’re soaked, baby. Do you know how good that feels? Do you feel good?” he slowly starts moving his fingers inside of her, in a pattern he knows she enjoys, and he has to use his free hand to stabilize her as he challenges her with a quicker pace.

“S-so good. More, please.”

Her wish is his command, and he immediately meets it by switching up the pace to which he can hear and feel her react right away.

“This is so hot,” he breathes into the top of her head, her hair already mussed and messy from their fooling around. “You look amazing, you feel amazing. Kinda just wanna keep you in this dress. It looks fantastic on you.”

Busy whimpering and grinding along to the pace of his fingers, Amy has no time to reply and instead gives in to his upper hand. There’s something so exciting, so hot, not only about the roleplay but also the spontaneity of things, the way they haven’t even made their way out of the dining/living room. If Jak- Andrew wants to, he can have her right then and there. She wouldn’t mind one bit…

Caught up in a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts, trapped in the vessel that is her quivering body, it comes as a surprise when suddenly Jake nudges her in the direction of the dining table. Making sure to stay away from the still lit candelabra, Jake backs her up against the wooden surface.

“Sit,” he prompts and helps her over the edge of the table, safely seating her on it and as a consequence, his fingers slip out of her. They’re glistening with her juices and when he runs his hand across her thigh, her skin is smeared with her own lust. Then he nudges her legs further apart for him to fit in-between. The tight dress has by now suffered a lot of moving, already pushed up above her hips and creased into a bunch around her lower belly, which, once he’s ripped off her panties, leaves him with open access to where they both want him to bee.

“Wanna taste you,” he huffs into the kiss he’s pulled her into, leaving them both breathing hard and yearning for air when he retreats to sink to his knees. He’s left at the perfect height. “I’m gonna make you forget about all the guys before me.”

And he sure keeps his promise.

He dives right into the sacred space between her legs, tongue first, drawing circles around and with her clit, while his hands are forged onto her shivering thighs, making sure they stay wide open and spread for him. Her heaves and tiny breaths escape her with shorter and shorter intervals, promising them both a climax, which his tongue follows, focusing on all the right spots. He continuously eats her out like he’s been starved and deprived for God knows how long, and she’s his main course.

“I-I’m almost there.”

She dares to let go of the table, just one hand, and plants it in his messy locks, which are already sweaty and wild from his rummaging between her legs. The tugging throws him into a higher gear that demands extra help from his fingers, still wet from earlier, which makes entering her easy. The second they sink into her, from the higher pitch of her moans, Jake can tell he acted wisely. She shakes, not only the thighs beneath her hands but her entire body, and he fights to keep up the pace that seems to be succeeding in bringing her closer to the edge. A few more pumps, licks and kisses to her inner thigh a couple of times before his tongue reunites with her clit for the final licks that have her climaxing with a loud moan, right there on the dinner table and his mouth. He pecks her heat a few more times as she comes down, then her inner thighs where he spreads her climax on her skin before standing up to see her leaned back onto the elbow that wasn’t tugging on his hair. The dress looks miserable crumpled up around her waist but something about it, paired with her closed eyes and messy makeup, leaves him with what he believes is the perfect picture. Her breathing is more or less just heaves and he lets her catch some air before he leans in to kiss her, open-mouthed as to allow her a taste of herself.

“Good?”

“So good,” she smiles right into the kiss, given a taste herself, eyes still closed as she focuses her energy on assembling herself for what is yet to come.

“Wanna see what you’re hiding in here,” she breathes but Jake barely hears it as all he can currently fixate on is her hand cupping the bulge in his pants, and her nimble fingers working the button and zipper open. Who said attending multiple meticulous and detail-oriented bomb-defusing classes would never come in handy?

“Wanna suck you off. I’ve been wanting to all night, even in that disgusting bathroom we met in. Could’ve sucked you off while you looked at yourself in that disgusting mirror.”

Though it’s pureoy fiction (at least for now - who knows?) Jake feels lightheaded just hearing her thoughts break free and let out into the open. Despite the fact he could never ask her to kneel on the club bathroom’s disgusting floor that, so filthy it stuck to your shoes when walking on it, just the thought of it does ignite something within him. One second they’re still making out, Amy on the table with Jake standing in between her legs, the next she’s got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped thus proceeding to push herself off the table, consequently pulling both his pants and boxers down at once (which kinda impresses Jake - he’s not gonna lie) as she gets descends to her knees.

Cassidy, Amy, whoever she is in this moment, doesn’t waste time. Jake admires the adulterated hunger in her eyes as she wraps her fingers around his hard, pre-cum leaking cock to give it a few assisting pumps before leaning in to kiss the head. Her gaze diverts from his hard-on to his eyes, up at him through thick and black mascara-coated lashes, as she gives the very tip a tiny, almost experimental, lick. Just the sight and feel of her tongue on him, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum is enough to send him to heaven, but he sure doesn’t complain when the innocent lap is succeeded by a full-on licking motion that goes around his full girth.

“Gosh, you’re killing me.”

He reaches for her cheek, stroking it with his thumb as if to praise her for her actions. “You like this, huh? Hunting down your preys, taking them home… only for you to become the prey.”

Nothing is answered, at least not verbally. Instead, she slowly goes down on the length, lips stretched to the max around him and batting her eyelids as her gagging reflex is challenged. His hand leaves her cheek and instead travels to the back of her head where it can get a good grip on her hair. Here it settles on following her movement as she bobs her head, swallowing him again and again. The grip on her doesn’t have a real purpose, he doesn’t try to control or force anything with it. All it really does is provide him with another pleasing aspect of feeling her movements, giving him some sense of staying grounded when the thrill becomes too much and he starts losing himself to the thrill of her actions.

“Fuck, you look so good on your knees like this, and…” He’s interrupted by his own growl, escaping him the second he feels a very soft scratching of her teeth against his pulsing member. It takes him a few seconds to recollect himself. She’s sucking him off like a champion, one hand by the base, the other on his thigh, steady rhythm and small hums in between. Hums that he’ll remember till the day he dies. “Your lips stretched around my cock like this? Like they were made for it, fuck. I’m not gonna last though - not if you keep eating me up like this.”

Her lips offer him a few more pumps, slowing down to a halt and leaving her in his mouth for a few seconds before she lets him slip out of her mouth, leaving a thin thread of a mix of saliva and pre-cum to hang on for dear life between her lips and his cock. She can taste him and he can see his discharge on her lips glowing in the candlelight. Her knees are pink and raw when she stands back up, hair messier than ever, and dress crumpled, bunched up around her waist. She’s amazing, Jake thinks, in awe of how he landed someone as perfect as her - in every way imaginable. Tonight is just one of many aspects, and every day with her is truly the best day ever

“C’mere,” he pulls her in by the waist, too caught up to let her go for even a second, and without even thinking twice his right hand cups her heat, feeling the wetness seep through her lips and trimmed bush. Just what he’d hoped for. “You’re gonna start dripping on the floor if we keep going like this.”

“Would you like that?” she breathes onto the shell of his ear, grinding into his hand, and sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah, I would… But I’d rather put how absolutely soaked you are to good use.” He slips his middle finger in between her folds, gathering wetness, feeling her squirm. “I’d much rather fuck you right into this wall…” he backs her into the nearest wall that’s clear of shelves and pictures frames, a low-risk area per se, “... while you’re wearing this stupidly hot dress.”

She’s sucking bruises into his neck, not allowing him to see her face, but the second her back hits the wall she’s back to kissing her way up to his lips. Here she tugs on his plump, still bruised bottom lip before dropping her head backward, letting it lull against the wall. Her eyes are darker than ever, brown irises borderline black, as she stares right into his. “Do it then.”

“Do what?” he challenges. He wants to hear her say it. Every word, every syllable.

“Fuck me. Up against this wall. Wearing this red dress.” She pulls down the skirt, just to cover her ass and give him the full dress-experience rather than it just being fabric bundled up around her waist. “ Please .”

It sure is impossible to not act when she bats her eyes at him, spilling filthy words, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Before he’s even fully aware, his animalistic instinct takes over and has him holding up her leg with one hand, the other giving his cock a few pumps prior to guiding the tip through her folds.

“Cond-”

She’s quick to interrupt. She knows it’s his character asking, since, in reality, they both know they’re clean and she’s on the pill - though she appreciates the effort of staying in character and the fact that Andres is a reasonable man.

“Fuck me. Raw.”

“You’re something else, Cassidy,” he chuckles, and having already gathered enough wetness on him he pushes into her, slowly and torturously, feeling her heat take him in and hearing her moan shatter the silence.

“Yes,” she hisses at the stretch, her uplifted leg leaving her more open and the piercing sensation somewhat smoother.

He starts slow, rocking into her with ease.

“You look so hot. Can’t believe you’re letting me take you right here up against a wall. Fucking filthy.”

He eventually picks up her other leg as he picks up speed and by the time he’s fully slamming into her with a powerful pace that has her legs shaking, he’s fully holding her off the floor and fucking her into the beige wall behind her. She moans with every thrust, every collision between her body and the wall, thumps, as she holds onto his shoulders for dear life, thighs burning from clinging onto his hips. The angle at which he penetrates her is just perfect, hitting and stimulating all the right zones, and, even comparing to the loads of amazing sex they’ve had, this, without a doubt , goes in the top three. The wall is cold against her back, creating a sizzling contrast to the heat forming between their rubbing fronts. His shoulders and arms are flexing under her weight, and now there’s no denying that Jake Peralta the hottest guy she’s even been with.

“R-right there, ah, yes,” she hisses, head pressed back into the wall, the friction messing up her hair.

“This feel good, huh?”

“So good- fuck , harder, please.”

“You feel so good around me, you know that? All wet, all tight… Just like your dress. Fucking gorgeous.”

He picks up the pace, putting great effort that has him sweating through his nice shirt, never fully removed, as he works her up, almost as if he hopes to leave an outline of her on the wall. Her moans pick up the pace, turning into small squeals that can barely come to an end before a new one takes over, and Jake can tell she’s closing in on a climax. So is he.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, J-Jake.”

It flies out of her, beyond her control. It’s hard to stay in character when your groin is one fire like (almost) never before, but she was the one to start the roleplay and he’s going to keep her in it. You have to finish what you started.

“Who’s Jake?” the trust going in with his name is extra hard and earns him a loud whimper, topping all other sounds so far, as if to apologize for her mess-up. “Is he some other guy who you’ve taken home and gotten fucked by?”

“S-sorry, bad habit,” she leans in to kiss him in hopes of making him forget or at least let go.

“Do I fuck you better than he did? Huh?”

She doesn’t say anything but keeps moaning, her pitch gradually becoming higher.

“Tell me,” he momentarily lets go of a leg, feeling her ankles hook together behind his back, to cup her cheek and force her to look right into his eyes. “Have you been fucked like this before?”

“N-no,” she stutters in-between his cocks collision with what he knows is her good spot.

“Couldn’t hear you,” he growls, provoked, and dying to hear the statement in its entirety fall from her sinfully pink lips now that he’s gnawed off the red lipstick. Almost synchronously to his demand, he picks up the pace, heading for the last stretch, which he knows might not be the smartest when he wants her to speak. But Amy Santiago loves a good challenge. To his surprise, the always so consistent woman completely fails, moans turning into small screams as she chases her peak, and Jake can only forgive her inability to answer him right away. It doesn’t refrain him from insisting a few moments later though.

“What did you say, baby?”

Every word is punctuated with a thrust, thrusts that go deeper than before, and Amy on her part is a wreck barely clinging onto him and the wall behind her.

“I-I said…” melts into a groan when he, once again, strikes just the right spot. “I said that I’ve never been fucked like this before.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Jake grins rather proudly even though, in reality, he’s competing with himself. Beads of sweat trickle down from under his wavy bangs who by now are very much soaked, plastered to his forehead like a wet (but also kinda cute, if you ask Amy) mop. In every which way possible, there’s something very special and satisfying about a chuffing, puffed-up, sweaty Jake holding her like he currently is, taking on this commanding role of Andrew, and Amy is sure: she won’t mind revisiting this act some other time.

“Be a good girl: suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”

His hand that was once on her cheek presents itself, and Amy doesn’t even have the time to feel embarrassed about how quickly, without any second thought, she opens her mouth for them. Obeying is part of her DNA and dutiful as Amy Santiago is she immediately welcomes his index and middle finger into her mouth, sucking on them with a great commitment that Jake undoubtedly appreciates.

“Good girl,” he praises, their eyes’ locked in their perhaps most intense staring contest ever. Amy makes sure to take his fingers all the way in, lips reaching his knuckles, and Jake almost forgets his agenda.

Keyword: almost.

After slowing down the pace of his thrusts and retracting his fingers, to Amy’s great chagrin, the hand drops to between her legs, and his fingers are added to the mix, the chasing of her climax, and oh it definitely works. Amy’s whining reaches a brand new level, hitting a high note he’s never heard before, and he can feel her tense around his cock and fingers. She’s almost there, and even though Amy, in the red strappy dress, taking him so well, is a piece of art that he’d like to hang on a wall forever, he knows she needs release. And so does he.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that. Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s very distracting yet I can’t look away.”

High-pitched moans and whimpers are all he gets in return. His fingers slip out of her heat, now even wetter than after being sucked on, but don’t go far and redirect to give her clit the final attention.

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” He chuckles, leaning in just far enough to peck her lips, and if they hadn’t only been dating for a couple of months, the best couple of months ever , he would be pretty sure of the fact that he’s very much in love with Amy Santiago, Cassidy, Dora and every other version of his incredible girlfriend.

“T-then don’t.”

So he doesn’t, her word is her command after all, and a couple of strokes and thrusts later, nibbling on her clavicle with just a bit more teeth than intended but too blown away to be able to control it, she lets out a cry as she comes apart around him. Limbs going limp, just barely managing to cling onto his body and avoiding a fall to the floor, Amy reaches and crashes completely, hitting a climax for the record books. Jake follows right behind, coming into her, riding it out with her aftershock, and then the room goes silent as if nothing had happened. Only their heavy breathing is to be heard.

“Shit,” she pants.

“The good kind?” he chuckles pulling out of her, but still carrying her.

“The very good kind, Andrew . Maybe the best one yet.”

They share a small laugh as she pushes his sweaty hair back, admiring the admiration in his eyes that seconds ago were darker than the pitch-black night sky outside her window. How fast they can switch will never cease to amaze her.

“Kinda sucks I let another man beat that record.”

“Well…” she leans in, offering him a consolatory kiss that he gladly accepts, before she pulls back, just an inch, to whispers against his lips. “The night is young. Andrew had his turn, now Jake Peralta can show me his worth.”

“Holy shit- Amy Santiago, you’re going to be the death of me.”

It’s safe to say that Jake wins back the record and Amy eventually ends up washing her dress. Twice. On the warmest setting possible.

#this is just a pile of filth im so so sorry #very much rated E #peraltiago #smut #jake x amy #jake and amy #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #Brooklyn nine-nine #oneshot

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gintokisimp · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Gin-san!

One-Shot about Gintoki's 30th birthday. Tsukuyo has a special present for the clueless Gintoki. The setting of the fic is an already lightly romantic established GinTsu relationship. They already had some kind of romantic encounters, but it was never quite enough for anyone to make a first move. Basically all of them could be seen as „Well, that was awkward, but we are friends so it’s funny.“

Genre: Fluff, First Kiss Stuff

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 1,960

"Gin-chan, wake up! wake up!"

Kagura's scream echoed through the Yorozuya banged on his door before tearing it open with an ugly sound.

"You're an old man now, no more sleeping in late" She continued to scream with full volume.

"Shut up!" Gintoki screamed back and opened his eyes. He sure felt like an old man already. His life was okay now, after the ending of the canon material. But something was missing, but he also didn't care enough to find out what exactly was missing.

Kagura brought in a birthday cake with 3 sloppily placed candles, topped with one single strawberry. Gintoki frowned looking at the candles.

"I'm 30, not 3." He blurted.

"Yes yes, right. You're so old, I need to use one candle for 10 years, that's how old you are!" She explained to him. Gintoki snorted.

"Why are you so happy so early in the morning?!"

"Here, eat up or mommys gonna be pissed!"

She ignored his bad mood and lifted the fork, forcing the cake in his mouth.

"Ah Kagura stop that, I can eat myself." He picked the fork out of her hand and grumpily ate the cake, sharing it with her. To be exact, Kagura shared with him. She ate most of the cake.

"We're gonna have a party today, yes we will!" She announced.

He groaned in disapproval, a party was the last thing he wanted.

"Zura and Elisabeth are coming, that weird space guy, Shinpachi of course, Gorilla boss lady, -"

"How many people did you invite?!" He interrupted her.

"Mayofreak, Gorilla, that sadistic assface" She ended her list.

"Did you invite the whole Shinsengumi?!"

"Yes of course! It's a special occasion after all!"

"Who's gonna pay for that?!"

"You don't need to pay, don't worry. It's your birthday!"

She happily jumped to her feet, snatching the plate from his hands, on her way to leave his room.

"Thank you, Kagura" Gintoki mumbled. She turned around and smiled.

He laid down again and sighed.

Just forget my birthday already, no one cares about that.

"No more sleeping! Get up now!" Kagura screamed from outside.

Angrily mumbling Gintoki crawled out of his futon and prepared himself for the shitty day.

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The Yorozuya office was packed.

Every possible sitting space was occupied, the room filled with familiar faces. The mood was exuberant, but Gintoki still didn't warm up to the idea of the party.

All guests had arrived by now and the alcohol rose to everyone's head, while Gintoki tried to keep the excitement down. They tried to toast on his birthday several times, but he always denied it, frantically searching for excuses.

Once, he spurted over to the kitchen, pretending that he left the stove on.

Another time, he feigned to be asleep on the couch.

There was no reason for a celebration. There never was.

Katsura had just spilled his third beer all over the floor and Gintoki was kneeling down, searching for some napkins in a drawer, when suddenly the shoji door opened and another trio entered the room. "Hey Tsukki, Hinowa, Seita!" Kagura shouted happily.

Gintoki's heart stumbled. He abruptly lifted his head, banging his head against the drawer. Rubbing his back of the head, he stood up straight and faced the new guests.

Kagura didn't tell me they were coming as well..

"Tsukki…,what are you doing here?" He asked nervously

"Gin-san, Happy Birthday!"

Hinowa said with a singing voice, reaching for his hand to press it lightly, shaking it excitedly.

"Here, we have a present for you!" Seita hugged him turbulently with a small package in his hands, giving it to him with a big smile.

"It's ya birthday, are we not invited?" Tsukuyo mumbled, arms crossed in front of her chest, averting her eyes, Kiseru in her mouth.

Hinowa slightly pushed in Tsukuyos ribs.

"Don't you-?"

She whispered and Tsukuyo blushed slightly before she eyed Gintoki.

Confused, he tilted his head, Seita still jumping around in front of him.

Tsukuyo sighed, closed the few steps between them, walked around Seita and spread out her arms, wrapping them around Gintoki.

He was baffled.

Hugs? Since when does she give out hugs?

"Happy Birthday" She mumbled incomprehensibly.

Tsukuyo hugged him tight, a little too tight. He could feel her arms cramping around him and her heart racing against his. Well, that's awkward. Gintoki felt his heart speed up as well.

"Oi oi, not so unruly, you're almost assaulting me" He laughed nervously.

She tensed up, let out an angry sound and smashed him to the ground, pressing the air out of his lungs.

"That's a nice present, did not expect anything else from you.." He mumbled, lying exhausted on his back.

Tsukuyo was standing over him, her face beet red.

"Tsukki, are you okay? Are you sick?" Kagura shouted from her seat on the couch.

"'s fine" She blurted.

"Oi, why does no one care about me? It's my birthday and I just got crashed into the damn floor" Gintoki grumbled.

"You're fine." Kagura simply replied.

"Nothing new" Shinpachi shouted from the other side. Hinowa smiled happily.

"Oi, why are you happy? Why are you happy?!"

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The evening had gone by mostly uneventfully. Katsura had tried to battle everyone in a game of uno, but he failed miserably, losing every single time. The now close to tears samurai was comforted by Elisabeth in one corner of the room.

"This never happens to me, I'm so good at this game!" He cried in his sleeve.

Elisabeth held up a sign: You're the best player!

Tatsumas laughter repeatedly echoed through the room. It was the most annoying sound of the evening. Gintoki had the strong urge to kick his head in.

"Kintoki, drink something with me!" He called out to him, completely wasted.

"It's Gintoki, can't ya at least get it correctly on my birthday?!" Gintoki hadn't touched a single drop. He still didn't feel like celebrating.

The Shinsengumi members happily drank in their own little round and were joined by Hinowa, Kagura and Shinpachi. Seita played on his new TS. unbothered by the commotion around him. Otae and Kyuubei sat on his table, sharing some food, leaving Gintoki and Tsukuyo alone.

"So.. how are ya" Gintoki started after some minutes of silence between them.

"Whaddaya mean?" She replied uninterested, smoking her kiseru.

"I asked about your well-being , what do you not understand?"

"Why are ya asking, you never ask that" She simply replied.

"Fine, I won't do it again." Offended, Gintoki crossed his arms in front of his chest.

He glanced over to her, their eyes met and both of them turned away, slightly blushing.

Hinowa turned her attention to Tsukuyo, noticing the thick tension between them.

"Tell him how you are, it's not that hard." She chuckled, slightly drunk and continued talking to Kondo with great interest. Hinowa had recently started to bond with him, much to her disapproval. She didn't want the police involved in Yoshiwaras business.

Tsukuyo huffed.

"'s fine, I guess." She finally replied to his question.

"Ah.. I see."

"and how is it?"

"How is what?"

"Being old." She grimaced maliciously.

Gintoki scoffed. "It's not that different from yesterday, it's just one day later."

"okay.."

"I don't know.. lonely" He continued.

"You don't have to be lonely," Tsukuyo said, still looking in another direction.

"..what do you mean?" Gintoki turned in her direction.

"I urr I.. I mean..you have Kagura and Shinpachi.. you're not alone"

Gintoki paused.

"Yea right, I'm not alone, but still lonely"

"That's not true, Gintoki."

"Sooner or later Kagura will move out, Shinpachi will find a girlfriend, and they will be living their own lives. I'll be a single left alone dad by then. Maybe I should buy myself a woman in Yoshiwara.." His thoughts trailed off.

"Ya couldn't afford that anyways. Besides.. I'm sure there's someone for you" Tsukuyo's voice got lower with the progression of her sentence.

"Really? Who is it, is she hot? Does she have big boobs? Please tell me she's not from the Hyakka"

"..kind of"

"Tell me, who is it?" He was invested now.

"Well..-"

"Tsukki, don't you still have another present?" Tsukuyo jumped at Hinowas interruption.

"No I don't. It's already late, let's go home." Tsukuyo answered quickly and she stood up hastily, leaving the disappointed Gintoki behind.

"Okay, if you say so."

Seita helped Hinowa and they said their goodbyes, walking to the front door. Gintoki stood up as well and accompanied them to the exit like a good host.

"You can tell me Tsukki, I won't tell anyone!"

But she just ignored him. He gave up.

"Thanks for coming, hope you enjoyed it." He said politely.

"Oh Gin-san of course we did! It's always pleasant to be around both of you !" Hinowas smiled.

Gintoki was confused "Why do you say 'both of you' so weird?"

Hinowa didn't reply and Tsukuyo pushed her to the door. Halfway, she stopped and turned around, facing the in the door leaning Gintoki.

"Gintoki..I .. I actually have another present for you" She started quietly.

Hinowas gasped slightly.

"She's gonna do it!" She whispered to Seita.

"Eh? I don't need presents, I thought I already said that." Gintoki waved his hand dismissively.

"It's just.. something small."

"uh.. okay?"

"you jus..just need to come a bit closer."

"You're scaring me."

"Or I can just come to you.."

Tsukuyo carefully walked back, stopping right in front of him at a very short distance. Sweat formed on his forehead.

"Close your eyes." She whispered.

He did.

Gintoki felt her small hands on his, turning his palm around, laying her hand in his. But there was nothing in her hand.

There's nothing there, What could it be? -

That's when she kissed him. No warning, no preparations. She just kissed him then and there in the doorway, right on the lips, in full view of everyone.

Gintoki forgot to think at all.

Her warm soft lips on his spread a fire in his body, crawling under his skin, burning the hands that were covered by her soft fingers.

One second.

The whole room went silent, Tatsumas laughter died.

If you listened carefully enough, you could've heard a feather falling to the wooden floor.

Two seconds.

Gintoki's head started to spin. His eyes opened slightly and he saw her face through his lashes.

Three seconds.

That was over the limit of an accidental kiss.

It was not a shy kiss,

it was brisk,

setting a complete new point in their relationship.

Her feathery touch on his hand tightened, sending a shiver that traveled down his spine, making his heart beat painfully fast.

Gintoki slightly opened his lips, about to return the kiss, but she retreated, her face tinted in a shade of red he had never seen before.

Tsukuyo smiled lovingly and lifted a finger, brushing it over his open mouth, caressing his lips.

"Happy Birthday"

She whispered and turned around on her heels, hooking the excited chattering Hinowa into her arms and quickly excited through the front door.

Gintoki just stood there, dumbfounded, unable to move.

The kiss wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't a scene from a shoujo manga with a great backdrop, exciting atmosphere and a big buildup, but it was wonderful.

Nothing else was able to reach his mind in this moment, he only knew he would remember it forever.

Several minutes went by.

Still, no one had said a word.

Everyone stared at him and Gintoki stared at the door where he had last seen her.

“ehh.. Gin-san..? Is everything ok?" Shinpachi asked carefully, the sounds slowly returning to the room.

Gintoki's fingers slowly lifted up to touch his lips, her sweet taste still lingering on them.

“what…?" ..did just happen?

#gintama #gintoki #gintama fanfiction #fanfiction #first kiss #tsukuyo #gintsu #gintsuki #gintsukki #gintoki x tsukuyo #銀時 #fanfic #銀月 #銀魂 #gintsu fanfiction

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leossmoonn · 4 years

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Polar Opposites [Spencer Reid]

masterlist

pairing - spencer reid x fem!alt!reader

type - fluff

note - hey, guys! this was a request! hope you enjoy it!

summary - spencer takes you out to meet his friends and they learn how different you are from him.

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*gif isnt mine*

I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to decide if I liked this outfit better, or the one I had just tried on. Tonight my boyfriend, Spencer, was taking me out clubbing to meet his friends. And right now, I was looking for an outfit.

The one I had on right now was a long t-shirt that I sewed together to be a romper. Fishnet tights, a belt that went along my waist with chains hanging from the sides, a necklace Spencer had given me, and Doc Martens. The other outfit I put together consisted of red and black plaid pants, a regular belt that I put a chain through, a black cami top that had a rose on it, and a black jean jacket.

My style was... different to say the least. A lot more alternative than what a usual adult wears. But, I loved it. I was able to express myself better this way.

I heard Spencer and I’s apartment door open. Spencer called my name and I told him I was in the bedroom. He walked in and his eyes widened.

“Woah, who told you you could look that good?” He smirked.

I smiled and walked over to him. “I did.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss. He put his hands on my back, pulling me closer. I pulled away after a few moments, wanting to catch my breath.

“Is that your final outfit decision?” He asked. I smiled as he knew that I probably picked a out bunch of outfits before this.

“Hm, I’m not sure. You like it?” I asked and twirled around.

“I love it!” He exclaimed and eyed my body and the curves that the belt accentuated. My cheeks burned slightly and I led him to the bedroom to see the other outfit.

“Well, if we are gonna dance you might get too hot in the jacket and pants. But other than that, it’s your choice,” he shrugged.

I thought for a moment. “You’re right. I’ll stick with this.”

“Sounds good! I’m gonna go get ready,” he said.

I nodded and he turned his head before he left to the bathroom.

“Have I told you you looked good yet?” He asked.

“Hm... not in those exact words, no,” I chuckled. He laughed, “Well, you look ravishing.”

“Thank you, lover boy,” I winked. He chuckled again and then left to go to the bathroom.

I sighed happily and sat down on our bed. I truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be dating Dr. Spencer Reid. Us two were so different and due to that, a lot of people wouldn’t picture us together. But we ran into each other on the street - five months ago - , me accidentally spilling my coffee on him. I apologized profusely, but he said it was his fault and offered to buy me a cup sometime. I, of course, said yes and the rest was history.

I think what made us work was, well, I found him incredibly attractive. His fluffy hair, soft eyes, inncocent nature, and intelligent mind. We also shared a similar childhood it seemed. I was bullied for being different and knowing every word to My Chemical Romance and Linkin Park songs. And Spencer was bullied for being a child prodigy. But in my eyes, I didn’t understand who would bully him. He was a true gentleman, best friend, and incredibly sexy fact-spitter.

While thinking, Spencer’s hands wrapped around me. I smiled and turned to kiss his cheek.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Mhm,” I hummed. We both got up and I took a look at him.

His hair fell around his eyes and his lips held his perfect smile. He was wearing a dark-purple dress shirt and black pants.

“You look handsome,” I smiled.

“Thanks, babe,” he said and entertwined his hand with mine. Butterflies flew around my stomach and my knees went weak. Even after being together for almost half a year, he still had the same affects on me as he did from the beginning.

He grabbed his car keys and we went to the car. As we drove to the bar, I sang along to my MCR CD. Even though Spencer didn’t like this type of music, I still found him mouthing the lyrics.

We arrived at the bar and my palms started to get sweaty. Spencer opened the door for me and I thanked him and slowly started walking to the door. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I saw his friends sitting and talking at the bar.

“Hey, they’ll love you,” Spencer said, reading my mind.

“I hope so,” I said and took a deep breath.

Spencer led me over, saying hi first.

“Hey, guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/n,” Spencer smiled.

They all looked at you with friendly smiles and wide eyes.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” I smiled. “You must be Emily, Derek, Penelope, and JJ?” I guessed.

“Spot on! I see Spencer has talked a lot about us,” Emily smiled.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I wanted to be prepared.”

She nodded and then Penelope went to speak.

“I love your outfit and style!” She exclaimed.

I smiled and felt myself relax slightly. “Thank you! I’ve always been one for being different.”

“Oh, me too. Hence all the bright colors and green eyeshadow,” she giggled.

“Oh, awesome! And the eyeshadow looks great!”

“Why thank you. I think we are gonna be great friends.”

“Me, too,” I giggled.

“So, Y/n,” JJ started. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh, I spilled my coffee all over him and he offered to buy me another sometime,” I explained.

Derek smiled and clapped him on the back. “My man! You know, pretty boy here used to be all books, but now he has some game!”

Spencer blushed and muttered a ‘thanks’.

“Really? He’s always had game,” I chuckled.

“If you knew me a couple years ago, you wouldn’t have thought so,” Spencer chuckled.

“Well I would’ve loved you either way,” I smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Oh you guys are adorable!” Penelope gushed.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Do you want some drinks?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, sure!” I smiled.

“Great, what would you like?”

“Um, a Manhattan,” I answered.

“Sounds good. And an Old Fashioned for you, Spence?” Emily asked.

Spencer nodded. I got out my credit card but they stopped me.

“We invited you out. It’s on us,” JJ smiled.

“Oh, uh... you sure? We can split the bill,” I suggested.

“Yeah, we’re sure. Next time you can pay for all of us,” Emily winked.

I laughed, “Okay, deal.”

“Let’s go find a seat,” JJ said. We all nodded and followed Derek and JJ while Emily and Penelope ordered our drinks.

“So, what’re your interests?” JJ asked.

“Oh, I’m interested in art. I’m actually an Art Gallery Dealer, and I paint and draw, too. I love music, that’s also another big part of my life. I’m kind of in a band, too,” I answered.

“Oh, really? You any good?” Derek asked.

“Eh,” I shrugged. Spencer rolled his eyes and smiled. “She’s being modest. She’s the lead singer and guitarist. She’s amazing.”

I blushed and held Spencer’s hand under the table.

“Wow, mind if we see you sometime?” JJ asked.

“Not at all,” I shook my head.

“Great!”

Emily and Penleope came over with all of our drinks.

“So, what did we miss?” Emily asked.

“Y/n, here, is in a band!” JJ exclaimed.

“Oh, really? That’s fun,” Emily smiled and took a sip of her beer.

“What kind of music do you play?” Penelope asked.

“Alternative Rock,” I said. “Ah, I should’ve known,” Penelope laughed.

“So have you ever liked the alternative style?” Derek asked.

“Ever since middle school. I guess you could call it emo, too. But it’s a fun way to express myself. I was bullied, but I always knew that it’s good to be different,” I explained.

They all smiled.

“Wow, that really cool,” Emily said.

“Thanks,” I chuckled.

“Hey, there’s karaoke here! I know your band isn’t here, but we’d love to hear you,” JJ smiled, changing the subject.

I laughed nervously and Spencer squeezed my hand for support.

“Sure,” I said. I downed my drink and stood up.

“You’ll do great!” Spencer said and gave me thunbs up. I laughed and went up to the DJ.

“Hey, are you doing karaoke right now?” I asked.

“Yeah! Wanna be the first contestant?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I smiled.

“What song, sweetie?”

“Helena by My Chemical Romance,” I said.

“You got it. Here’s the mic, good luck!”

I thanked her and grabbed the mic. I went on the stage and immediately looked for Spencer. My eyes locked with his and he gave me another thumbs up. I smiled at his support.

The intro started and I took a deep breath and put my hand on my stomach.

“Long ago, just like the Hearse you die to get in again. we are so far from you, burning on.” I sang.

As I went on, people came in front of the stage, crowding around. Spencer and his friends came up. Penelope and Emily were singing along even.

“Well I've been holding on tonight. What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight,” I sang and loosened up. I moved my head and body with the music.

As I sang onto the next verse, almost the whole club was jumping around and singing the lyrics. I smiled and I felt my confidence build up.

“Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave and then. We'll meet again. When both our cars collide,” I sang into the mic, getting louder with each word.

“What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight!” I jumped around. “And if you carry on this way. Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight!”

I finsihed the song and inhaled loudly, catching my breath. Everyone clapped. Derek, Emily, and Spencer whistled. I smiled and went off the stage. The group met me back at our table.

“Wow! You are talented!” Emiy laughed.

“Thank you. I took voice lessons for 12 years,” I chuckled.

“It payed off,” Derek smiled.

The rest of the night consisted of dancing and talking more. I felt myself grow tired and decided to go home with Spencer.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/n,” JJ smiled.

“You, too,” I said and returned the smile.

“See you at work, guys,” Spencer said.

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The Next Day *2nd POV*

“So, you met Reid’s girlfriend?” Rossi asked.

Emily nodded and sat down. “They are like polar opposites, but she’s so sweet.”

“How so?” Hotch asked. “She’s more alternative,” JJ explained.

“Hm... wait, is that her over there?” Hotch asked and pointed to the conference room’s window.

The team saw you giving Spencer his lunch. You were dressed in a blue bad black plaid skirt, crop top, with tights and your boots.

“Wow, she is different,” Rossi said.

“But he looks happy,” Hotch grinned slightly.

“He deserves it,” JJ smiled.

They all looked at the two of you, smiling fondly.

“I’m glad he found her,” Emily said.

“Me, too, Em,” Derek smiled.

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A Perfect Day

Summary: After an argument with the Doctor, the reader is meets a familiar face.

10th Doctor x reader, 12th Doctor x reader

Hot, angry tears slid down Y/N’s face as she watched the TARDIS vanish from her sight in a slow blinking haze. She stood there for several moments contemplating the fight she and the Doctor had just endured. There had been screaming, cold heartless stares, and horrible insults that they will both later regret.

But right now she had a right to be angry. Angry and absolutely devastated.

The Doctor, Martha, and Y/N had been visiting a new planet. The most beautiful planet Y/N had seen. Everything had been so green and full of life. Even the inhabitants of the planet had been green. “Like proper aliens,” Martha had joked. The only other color came from the trees. The trunks of the trees were a mixture of deep violet and bright blue, woven together and branching off hundreds of feet above the ground, sprouting the most delicate looking leaves that stayed bright green year round.

Y/N had wander off on her own after a while. She and the Doctor were friendly, but they were not quite friends yet. Y/N began traveling with the Doctor because of Rose. She and Rose has been best friends since they were kids. Wherever one went, the other followed. The Doctor had tolerated Y/N because Rose loves her, but now that Rose was gone the Doctor was stuck with her. At least that’s what Y/N believed.

While on her own, Y/N met a family who accepted Y/N and her human quirks warmly and taught her about their planet and culture. It seemed like this was going to be a good trip. No running required.

Things took a turn when Y/N was investigating town’s shops with the families youngest daughter. Suddenly the sky darkened and everyone seemed to stop in their tracks. Listening, waiting to see what happened next. Then the creatures with guns started dropping out of the sky.

These creatures began to take out the people around Y/N one by one and, since this planet had been a peaceful one that had never experienced war, they had no defense. So Y/N took the little girl’s hand and ran towards the only place she knew they would be safe: the TARDIS.

The Doctor was waiting by the TARDIS by the time Y/N got there.

The Doctor grabbed her hand and began to drag her to the TARDIS doors. “Idiot,” he was muttering to himself, “always check the dates. Should’ve checked, should’ve known.” Y/N stopped and the Doctor finally turned his full attention to her “We have to go. Now!”

Y/N looked down at the girl who was still clingy to her arm. “No we can’t just leave. They’re defenseless. They need our help.”

Some emotion that Y/N couldn’t register crossed the Doctors eyes for a split second. Looking back now she believed the look at been pity. “We will. We’ll come back. We have to make a plan. Somewhere safe.” He bent down so that he was eye level with the little girl. “See that big building over there,” he said pointing to a building that several others were running towards. “Run there. You’ll be safe until we come back.” The little girl looked up at Y/N, who smiled and nodded, encouraging her to let go of her hand and run. The second the girl dropped Y/N’s hand the Doctor was tugging Y/N through the TARDIS doors.

“So what’s the plan?” Y/N asked while the Doctor fiddle with the control panel.

“There is no plan,” the Doctor replied shortly.

Y/N stared at him incredulously, even though he refused to look at her. “What do you mean there’s no plan? You always have a plan”

“Not this time,”

This is when the screaming and insults began flying. The Doctor tried to explain to Y/N that what was happening on that planet was set in time and that not even he could save it from its inevitable destruction, but Y/N wouldn’t listen. She called him a coward, a liar, a murderer. In turn, the Doctor called Y/N a child who understood nothing. Then out of anger, and likely the feelings of frustration and betrayal, the Doctor had landed in the present day, in some small town, and told Y/N to leave. And Y/N was so angry and hurt she did just that.

Now she stood alone on an empty street, with no sign of the Doctor.

“Are you alright?” A voice called out behind her.

Hearing this man’s footsteps striding closer to her, Y/N quickly tried to wipe the tears from her face. She didn’t need attention from a stranger. “I’m fine,” she called back, not turning to look at him.

“No you’re not,” the man replied.

Y/N spun around to tell this strange man to mind his own business but the retort soon died on her lips. The man before her seemed so…familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why. The man’s face was slightly withered and his greying hair stuck out from his head in odd directions. But it was the eyes that Y/N recognized. These eyes, which seemed to look much older than the rest of him, stared back at her, as if staring into her soul.

“Do I know you?” Y/N finally blurted out.

The man smiled sadly. “Yes and no,”

Y/N now understood why she knew those eyes. “Doctor?”

The man in front of her, the Doctor with a different face, nodded and held out his hand to her. “Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”

They walked silently through the empty street with the Doctor’s hand gripping Y/N’s lightly. She glanced up at him. “Not much of a hand holder anymore, eh?”

The Doctor cracked a small smile. “Not anymore. At least not usually. I’ll make an exception for you, though.”

The two stayed silent until they reached a seemingly abandoned park. The Doctor led Y/N to a bench and sat down. Y/N followed suit. They both stared out into the empty park before either of them spoke.

“Why do you look so sad?” Y/N inquired.

The Doctor scoffed. “Me? Sad? You’re the one who was crying,”

“I’m no sad I’m angry,” Y/N replied hotly. “But you know that don’t you? I mean, you were there. Is that why you’re here? Did it take you this long to realize that you were wrong?” She said gesturing to the Doctor’s new appearance.

“I wasn’t wrong,” Y/N opened her mouth in defense,but the Doctor held his hand up to stop her, “but I wasn’t right either. There are certain rules to time travel and certain instances in time that no one can change. I should’ve explained that to you better. I will do that, in fact. In about three hours.”

“Three hours?”

“Three hours for you. About five minutes for me. But I had to give you time to cool down. You tend to be exceptionally stubborn.” Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled slightly, knowing that she would be back in the TARDIS soon.

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why do you look so sad? And don’t lie I can see it in your eyes. And why are you here now? I’m assuming you didn’t regenerate I’m the five minutes you left me.” The Doctor refused to look at her and that’s when the realization hit Y/N. She grabbed the Doctor’s hand and forced him to look at her. “I died, didn’t I? Just now with you I died.”

Tears filled the Doctors eyes and he nodded. “I’m so sorry,”

“At least it was sudden. At least I’m guessing that the reason you’re here. You didn’t get to say goodbye.”

The Doctor ran a hand through his unruly hair before responding. “You were always too perceptive for you’re own good.” The Doctor hesitated. “You were so brave all the way up until the end. Every adventure we went on, no matter how terrifying or dangerous it was, you were right by my side. You never backed down. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.” Y/N eyes widened slightly and her grip on the Doctor’s hand tightened. She never would’ve imagined that the Doctor could have those kinds of feelings for her.

“It was like you knew you were getting close to the end,” the Doctor continued. “The day before you-the day before it happened, you gave me an absolutely perfect day. And I didn’t deserve it. But you do. You deserve one last, perfect day. And I plan on giving it to you.”

“One last perfect day,” Y/N smiled slightly. “Will this not screw up the space-time continuum or whatever?”

The Doctor smiled genuinely for the first time since he’d arrived. “I think we can risk it just this once. Whaddya say? Let me give you your perfect day?”

Despite the newfound knowledge of her impending death, Y/N grinned. “What are we waiting for?”

It truly was Y/N’s perfect day. Despite only knowing this Doctor for mere hours, Y/N felt as if she had known him her entire life. Their banter was easy, as if they’d been at if for years and the Doctor seemed to know Y/N next movements before she did. Neither of them were ready for the day to end when the TARDIS landed back in that town, right where the other Doctor had left Y/N.

“My last self should be in this exact location in about five minutes,” the Doctor said slowly walking Y/N through the front doors of the TARDIS.

“Can you tell me one thing?” Y/N asked. The Doctor nodded hesitantly. “How long do I travel with you? Roughly I mean. Obviously, I make it through at least one more generation.”

The Doctor was silent for several moments, contemplating the best way to answer the question. “Out of all of my companions, you stay with me the longest.”

“Good. At least we had a good run,” Y/N reached up and gave the Doctor a kiss. Her first kiss with him and inevitably his last. “Goodbye, Doctor,”

“Goodbye, Y/N”

She watched the TARDIS disappear into the air. Seconds later another TARDIS appeared. Another Doctor, Y/N’s Doctor in the blue pinstriped suit appeared in the doorway with an outstretched hand. This hand was a peace offering, an apology, a new beginning for the both of them.

Y/N smiled and took the Doctor’s hand.

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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sweet first impressions

Azumane Asahi x chubby!fem!reader

[a/n: This one is definitely self-indulgent, but my boy Asahi needs lots of love! I also feel like he wouldn’t mind a thicc girl, ya know? - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

You and Asahi had been dating for a couple of months, choosing to keep it on the down low since it was just easier that way, there was a lot more privacy and you didn’t really need to shout it from the rooftop to show that you cared for and loved each other.

However, that changed recently. Asahi had noticed that you had been feeling insecure with your relationship. Now that the volleyball team was getting their title back, there seemed to be more girls noticing your boyfriend. It seemed like the amount of ‘secret admirers’ he had just grew every day. It also didn’t help with the fact that they were all the exact opposite of you. They were slim and beautiful, they were popular and they were third years as well. He had always reassured you that he absolutely loved your curves and didn’t mind that you were a year younger, he still loved you all the same. So, he decided it was time that you meet the rest of the Karasuno Volleyball Club. The other third years had a suspicion that Asahi had a girlfriend but they just didn’t have the proof. The coach decided to cut practice short today, so now you found yourself approaching the second gym in your volleyball uniform. Balancing the container of cookies in one hand, you self-conciously tugged the bottom of your spandex shorts with the other.

“Maybe I should go change...” You muttered to yourself, you still had your shorts, team hoodie, gym shoes, and kneepads on. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice someone approaching.

“Oh, did you need some help?” The small voice snapped you back to reality. Turning to look at the blonde girl standing in front of you, water bottle carrier in hand.

“Erm well, I’m l-looking for somebody.” You silently cursed at yourself for stuttering.

“Hmm, well I think you can go on in. They should be taking a break soon.” She smiled sweetly, “I’m Yachi.”

“I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled as you followed her into the gym.

“Are you part of the girl’s volley ball club?” She asked, both of you unfased by the squeaking of shoes against the gym floor.

“Yup! It’s my second year.” Since they were still in the middle of practice, I joined her in sitting on the bench.

“Wow! Really? Are-are they all as pretty as you?” Your eyes widened as you choked on your own breath. The question was completely innocent and genuine.

“Well, I would say their prettie-” You were interrupted by the whistle blowing and Coach Ukai ordering the boys to take a break.

“Oh? (y/n)-san?” Daichi’s eyebrow rose as he approached us.

“Hey Daichi-kun! I hope I’m not intruding, I just kinda barged in.” You stood up, bowing appologetically. You had only met Daichi once or twice before, mainly because him and Michimiya-san were close friends.

“Of course not, don’t worry about it.” He smiled kindly. “What brings you here?”

“Oh...w-well you see, I uhm, I came t-to see Asahi.” That seemed to catch everyones attention, a second year adressing their ace so casually. Asahi couldn’t help but blush as everyone seemed to look to him.

“(Y/n) this is everyone. Everyone, this is (y/n)...m-my girlfriend.”

“EH?!” Everyone’s exclamation caused your cheeks to flush a vibrant pink.

“N-nice to meet y-you.” You greeted nervously. “I already k-know who you guys are.”

“You play volleyball too?” Hinata asked excitedly.

“Uhm y-yes. Yes I do.”

“What position do you play?” Nishinoya popped up out of nowhere, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’m a middle blocker and w-wing spiker.”

“Whoah! That’s cool!” His eyes sparkled. “I wish I was that tall.” His mood did a full 180 degrees as he became gloomy and pouty. You were dumbfounded, he was only 10 cm shorter, at the least.

“What’s your jumping reach?” Kageyama’s question came out a bit more aggresive that he meant it but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of competition.

“W-well last time I checked, m-my spike reach was about 300 cm and my block r-reach was about 290 cm. I know it isn’t much but-”

“That’s so high! That’s not a surprise though, your thighs seem very sturdy.” His arms were crossed as he nodded firmly, nose bleeding a little bit. I guess some people found it impressive for a bigger girl to jump that high.

“O-Oi...“ Asahi interjected meekly as you locked eyes.

“Leave the poor girl alone, Tanaka.” Suga scolded. There was a small beat of silence before you grabbed the container you brought from off the bench.

“I b-brought you guys s-some cookies. I baked them last night.” You held them out towards them.

“Thank you (y/n)-san.” Yamaguchi smiled cutely as he and, surprisingly, Tsukishima grabbed one. The tall blonde grumbling a ‘thank you’ before taking a bite out of the treat. Everyone else following.

“That’s no fair Asahi!” Nishinoya and Tanaka whined, “You have a cute girlfriend who plays volleyball and is good at baking.”

Asahi watched as you offered a treat to Coach Ukai and Takeda, both thanking you. Then to Yachi and Kiyoko. Smile growing fonder as he watched you interact animatedly with both managers.

“Yeah, she’s the best.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ooh! Asahi’s in love!~~” Sugarawa teased, Daichi chuckling beside him.

“I guess I am.” He admitted quietly, blush amplifying 10x.

“Coach! Can (y/n)-san join us for the rest of practice?!” Hinata shouted wildly. Kageyama and Nishinoya voicing their agreement.

“If she’s up for it, then I’m okay with it.” He watched as you got flustered and stuttered, ultimately accepting the offer.

He grinned as you happily approached him, pulling you into his side. “See? You had nothing to worry about. They loved you. Even Tsukishima looks motivated to see what you’ve got.”

“Yeah, I guess those cookies really won them over.” You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“I don’t think it was the cookies.”

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up at him. Eyes widening as he gave you a soft peck on the lips.

“I don’t think it was the cookies, baby. You’re sweet enough on your own.” This made you blush and hide your face in your hands.

“Asahi!” You squeaked. “You can’t just say things like that.” He thought it was adorable when you pouted.

“Try and stop me.” The confidence in his voice made you drop your hands and fling your arms around his shoulders to bring him down for another kiss, his warm hands grabbing your sides, squeezing your curves appreciatively.

“EWW! Asahi! Not in front of the kids!” Suga and Daichi shouted teasingly.

“Aww but they’re so cute.” Yachi grinned, Kiyoko nodding in agreement beside her.

Well, I guess you really had nothing to worry about.

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Sunflower - Harry Styles AU (Volume 6)

The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.

Here is part 6 of Sunflower. Hope you enjoy it!

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“Oh, this is so wonderful, honey,” My mother exclaimed as she twirled by hair around the curler. “William is such a gentleman and this could bring on great things for you.”

“It’s only dinner, mother,” I sighed.

“Yes, yes, I know, but I really think he might have an eye on you,” she smiled.

I rolled my eyes. It didn’t take long before both of my parents found out about me having dinner with William later. The dinner I never said yes to, might I add. Of course, they didn’t know that and I probably should have told them, told William that I wasn’t interested, but the words wouldn’t leave my mouth. I could tell my parents, especially my father, were ecstatic about me hanging out with William and his friends.

My father because he thought it would help me make up my mind regarding Boston and because it would put in a good word for him with his boss. My mother because she could already picture a wedding with grandchildren running amuck down the line. I wanted neither of those things, at least not right now and not with William.

As my mother continued doing my hair and makeup that she insisted on doing once finding out the news, my thoughts wandered to Harry. He had looked so miserable, so annoyed and angry today. It really felt as if we were making progress and he was being less like how he was before, but today proved that it’s still the same.

Maybe he was just embarrassed with me being there. Seeing him having to wait on William and his friends… on me. Jasper never said anything to me, mostly because he was too busy sailing the boat. Rehearsals would be after the dinner, I wondered if either of them would say anything to me or bring up the events of the day.

Part of me hoped for a yes while the other was perfectly okay with them not uttering a word.

“There we are,” she smiled. “You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N, just gorgeous. William is going to be floored when he sees you.”

Mother moved out of the way, letting me be in full view of the mirror. My eyes widened as I looked at the reflection in the mirror. A reflection I didn’t recognize as me, not in a bad way though. I had never really been one to worry about makeup, mostly out of laziness and feeling like it was just something society made women feel like they needed in order to get a man and for cosmetic companies to make money.

But seeing myself in just a bit of blush, lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara, it was like my confidence level rose about four levels. And my hair was pulled back with a few strands of curled hair framing my face.

“Wow,” I uttered.

“See, I told you just adding a little bit to your face can make the most amazing changes,” she smiled. “Now, for your dress. I have the perfect one for you.”

My mother rummaged around through her closet for a few moments before pulling out this beautiful sunflower yellow dress. It was a halter top with a sweetheart neckline that flowed out just above the knee.

“Try it on,” she smiled.

I took the dress from her going into the bathroom to change into the dress. Once it was on, I tied the long ribbon around my neck and looked at myself in the mirror. The dress fit me perfectly and the color matched perfectly with my skin. I found myself smiling as I looked at myself in the mirror trying different angles to make sure everything did look alright.

Being all dressed up for once in my life made me feel special, beautiful even, but my heart sank knowing that all of this was happening for the wrong person.

Arriving at the Dining Hall for dinner with William was weird, awkward, and stressful. I wanted it to be over before I had even started. However, if having dinner with William wasn’t already bad enough, Harry and his band… the hotel house band was scheduled to perform. I nearly dropped my glass when I saw Harry and Mitch making their way towards the stage.

“Interesting, hopefully that one is a better singer than a waiter,” William joked.

I looked at him.

“Oh, um, the one there, I think he’s name is Barry… he was on the wait staff on the boat today,” William answered.

“I know and he’s name is Harry,” I told him.

“Eh, doesn’t matter,” he shrugged.

My hand gripped onto the menu a little too tight causing a small crease to start forming.

“Good evening and welcome back to another evening here at The Malibu Breeze Hotel. We hope you’ve had a lovely day and we thank you for spending the rest of your night here with us,” Harry said into the microphone.

The opening notes of the first song started playing as I looked over at the stage. Harry’s eyes were closed while he took a deep breath, something I noticed him doing every time before he opened his mouth to sing. Most people probably wouldn’t even notice because he does it so discreetly, but I did. I always do.

“Speaking of our day out at sea,” William started. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Um… I mean… I guess. I’m not really a boat person,” I told him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” he said. “Perhaps we could stay on land next time,” he laughed.

Mentally, I rolled my eyes, physically I gave a small nod and a smile.

The rest of the dinner went exactly how I thought it would. William talking about Boston, himself, his dad, shoving food in his mouth, etc. And just when I thought our little date was over and I could finally get out of there, William stood up from the table walking over to my side.

“Join me for a dance?” He asked, holding his hand out towards me.

“Um, actually, it’s getting pretty late, I should probably get going,” I told him. “I have plans, remember?”

“Oh come on, just one dance. Besides what’s wrong if you’re a little late anyway, you’re with me,” he smirked.

I had the urge to smack him right then and there, but I saw my parents at their table out of the corner of my eye. Even though they weren’t looking in that exact moment, I knew they had been staring throughout the night. I sighed going against my better judgement and what I wanted by saying yes.

I placed my hand in his and he practically pulled me to the dance floor. I gulped feeling Harry’s gaze on us when we got there. I didn’t dare look at him, afraid of what I might see. William wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand with his other one. William’s face sat near my ear and I could feel his warm breath against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, but not in a good way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear.

His hands were slowly inching their way down from my waist. He knew what he was doing, placing his hands ever so subtly on me. I stood there frozen, my body willing to push him away, but nothing would move.

“How about you forget about those plans of yours and we head back to my room?” He asked. “So we could have a little more privacy to get to know one another. I could show you some more information about Boston, too.”

“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I told him. “In fact, I should uh… be going now anyway. Excuse me.”

Not sure how, but I finally was able to maneuver myself out of his arms and out of the dining hall. I needed to get out of there, but I wasn’t sure where I would go. It was too early to head to the cabin for rehearsals and if I went back to my room, Marianne might be there and ask me about tonight. So, I took off my shoes and went out to the beach instead.

I found an empty beach chair that was still left out in the sand. I sighed sitting down, letting my head fall into my hands. I wanted the night to be over with and I knew first thing in the morning I would have to tell my parents that whatever they wanted me to have with William was never going to happen.

My hands rubbed at the side of my neck almost as if I was trying to wipe away his words and the remnants of his breath. I heard someone walking up behind me. I could stand up, ready to run, thinking it was William. But it wasn’t, it was Harry standing there, still wearing his suit with his hands in his pockets.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Did he-”

“I’m fine,” I said, shaking my head. “So um… you saw-”

“The two of you dancing? Yeah, it’s kinda hard not to when you were on my dance floor,” he said, kicking at the sand.

I sighed, “Look, I don’t get you or what’s up with you. Why do you always do this? You act like an ass to me, and then you’re fine and it’s like we’re finally moving past that and then today, you treated me like you didn’t even know me.”

“Me?” He asked. “Y/N, you’re the one staying at the big fancy ass hotel with your Daddy and his money. You’re the one who gets to be Daddy’s little girl by day and sneaks around playing in some band at night. You’re the one playing two sides here, not me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” I told him. “I told you this isn’t a fucking game for me! I’m serious about being in this band because it means something to me and because you mean something to me.”

“Oh really? Cause you could’ve fooled me when his hands were all over you and he was whispering in your ear,” he snapped.

“I pushed him away and left when he did that! I don’t want him,” I snapped back. “I never wanted him and I sure as hell didn’t want to go to dinner with him.”

“Then what do you want Y/N?” Harry asked. “What do you want, right here and right now, what do you want?”

I closed the remaining distance between the two of us. Sand covered my feet and my shoes felt heavy in my hands. My heart raced a mile a minute and my stomach felt like it was in knots, but I didn’t care. For the first time in my life someone asked me what I wanted for myself and because of that, I had to be completely honest.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you. I want the band… I want the music… I want all of it, but mostly… I just want you.”

I stared up at him, his eyes glistening as the moonlight lit up his face. His previously slicked back hair was now blowing freely in the breeze. I waited what seemed like forever for him to say something, but he never did.

He simply took my face in his hands and pressed his warm lips against mine while the waves crashed along the shore behind us.

Soo... word count wise this update was a little shorter. I thought about making it a bit longer, but I kinda like where it ended. But this does make me want to ask, do y’all prefer the longer updates 2k-3k word counts or shorter ones like 1k-1.5k?

Let me know! :)

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WHG 15 Post-Games Brains and Brawn Part 9

A day after part 8! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes (also thanks for Richard, Skyler, and Volt!), @pen-of-roses, and @thoughts-of-nora!

I just kept thinking about Triel. I should probably hide during the masquerade. I wouldn’t want to upset her, cause a scene. She hated me. I knew it. She’d yell at me when she saw me. That would derail the whole escape. I couldn’t be there. I’d just fuck it all up.

But how could I tell the others? Maybe I could just be at the party to scout and make sure we got out safe? And stay away from Triel? That would work. Then I could still have that dance with Reine. And hang out with Skyler.

I was finally pulled out of my thoughts and pacing in the main room when Richard spoke up. “How’s the leg?”

I jumped and looked over at him with a smile. He was standing pretty close to me. How long had he been watching? “Not bad. Healing up pretty well. Even though Shine still says that I shouldn’t have any strenuous exercise.”

“Oh, well…” He sighed dramatically and shook his head with a grin. “That’s good bad, looks like I win by default.”

Oh hell no. He was talking about the spar, wasn’t he? My smile slipped, and I crossed my arms. “Did I say I listened to Shine? You haven’t won yet. I’m not going to turn down an offer to fight.” I grinned at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He shook himself out. “I’ll let you choose the venue, since you’re injured and all.”

And he had already completely healed from when Shine had worked on his machines? Was that really possible? Eh. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care if I was still hurt. I was going to fight him. I kept grinning. “How about right here?” I kicked out at his legs to see if it would work.

My kick actually connected! But then he fell dramatically, and I knew it was all an act. Boo. He splayed out on the ground and looked up at me. “Maybe you do have a chance.” When he jumped back up, it was fluid and practiced. I probably didn’t stand a chance. But still. He brushed himself off. “Now, how much do you want me to hold back?”

“Not at all. If I win and you were holding back, it wouldn’t actually be a win!” Skyler was inching into the room, and Shine plopped themself on a couch with a bucket of popcorn. Rude.

Richard nodded, and he lunged forward inhumanly fast. Before I could even react, he had already grabbed my arm and forced it behind my back before swiping his hand on my throat. Shit. He jumped back, grinning even wider. “Like that?”

Amazing! I grinned back. “Exactly like that.” I rocked on my feet, and I got into an attack stance, waiting just in case he decided to make the first move.

He opened up his arms. “Your move then.”

Perfect. I dashed toward him but changed directions at the last second, moving behind him to try to kick at his legs again, but he just twisted and grabbed my leg and pulled me to him, falling on his back and then rolling over so I was pinned underneath him. And he pinned my arms as well. He laughed and got back up, waiting for me.

I stood up, getting back into the attack stance and looking him up and down. I had always thought I was pretty fast, but he was on a different level. Was there a way to surprise him? I ran at him again (super smart) and feinted a punch before ducking down to try to sweep his legs out from under him (a huge difference). But he just hopped out of the way and grabbed my waist, scooping me up to carry me over his shoulder.

Wow. He was making me look like a toddler. I kicked at him, but he didn’t even budge. So, I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I still think you’re going easy on me.”

“Oops.” He grinned at me and twisted, throwing me as if I weighed nothing, onto one of the couches. And, to add insult to injury, Shine threw a piece of popcorn right in my face. Richard kept grinning at me. “How’s that?”

I bounced back up and kicked at his stomach. “A little better.”

It actually connected, but he staggered back way too dramatically, so he was still just toying with me. “Oh you got me!”

I crossed my arms. “Now, that’s just blatant.” Shine threw another piece of popcorn right at my head, and I looked over at them.

They signed slowly at me. “Boo. You are so cruel.”

I opened my mouth to sass back, but Richard jumped on me, landing on my shoulders so my legs buckled, and I crashed to the ground (noticing that he cushioned my head just in case; he was toying with me). He kept me pinned to the floor, putting a hand over my neck without pressing down and pretending to rip off my arm. “Just pretend I tore it off. I hope you’ll forgive me holding back on that one.”

I decided to go for dramatic this time, pouting. “I don’t know if I can.”

He leaned back, holding a hand to his chest as he rolled onto the ground beside me. “How can I go on knowing that?”

Could be my chance? I pounced on him and tried to hold him down, and he let me for a bit before he kicked me off, jumped up, and grabbed me again and threw me onto a couch.

Well, shit. I looked up to see Skyler standing behind me. “How about we take him on at the same time?”

He leaned on the couch, looking down at me. “What, you can’t do it on your own?”

I smiled my best innocent smile up at him. “I need some bait.”

“Fine.” He huffed, but he rounded the couch and stood with me as I stood up. This would be awesome! I could actually have a chance! Richard smiled at us both as we got ready, and Skyler ran at him, grabbing his arms. Perfect!

As Skyler kept him busy, I ran around behind him to try to kick his legs out from under him again. He avoided my kicks until I finally connected, but as he went down, he kicked me as well. I toppled to the ground as Skyler tried to keep him down alone, but I jumped back up and tried to hold down one side while Skyler got the other. And I tried to punch him (not super hard) to keep him distracted until we had finally grappled Richard completely down. Yes!

Richard stopped struggling. “There’s no other choice—I surrender.”

Yeah right. I stuck my tongue out at him. “I know you’re still going easy on us.”

“Maybe.” He smiled. “But I think we’d get in trouble if we got a bunch of blood on the carpet.”

Blood? Cool! I looked over at Shine. “Eh. Shine could figure out how to clean it up. Right?” They shot me a middle finger.

Richard laughed and got out of our grips like we hadn’t just been holding him down with all our strength. Shit. He reached out and scratched my neck shallowly with a smile. “There, does that satisfy your bloodlust?”

I sat up. Shit. I tried to keep my panting inconspicuous. “No. I could go…ten more rounds.”

Skyler got up and rolled his eyes. “Keep dreaming.”

Wow. Now, that was just rude. To return the favor, I walked over to Shine and grabbed one of their popcorn pieces. Hey, if they could throw with perfect accuracy, I could too. I threw the popcorn at Skyler, but it missed by just a mile. Shine signed something at me that I couldn’t understand.

“There’s always another day for a rematch.” Richard got up and stretched. “If I haven’t scared you off.”

Never! This had been fun! “Nah. I’ll make sure to spar with you again.” Richard was so cool. I’d have to get stronger so I could give him a better match.

I hung out with Shine for a while, just trying to keep my mind off Triel. They showed me some videos for dancing, and I thought of Skyler. I had to show him.

I found him in his room, and I grinned at him. “You want to try to figure out some rich person stuff for the party? I found some videos!”

He looked up, and he didn’t look annoyed. “We can give it a shot. What did you find?”

I pulled out my phone and pulled up one of the videos Shine found. It was a clip of a fancy party in a movie. It was so dramatic! “These should work!”

“How old is this?” He wrinkled his nose at the video.

“Shine actually found it for me, so it can’t be that bad!” I scooted closer to him, grinning. “Look at all these stupid people. Just think of it as we have to mimic them to make fun of them. But here! The dancing part is starting!” I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the middle of the room, trying to mimic the video.

He tried to say something, probably protest by the sound of his voice, but he gave up pretty quickly. He positioned his hands too, mimicking the video. “So they really just go and hold people they never met like this?”

I laughed. “Capitol people are stupid. And probably they won’t grab people they just met until they’re already drunk anyway.” I paused. Speaking of alcohol… “Are you going to drink at the party? Alcohol is pretty good.” Triel had let me have some.

“Probably.” He smiled sheepishly. “As long as Volt’s not looking.”

I winked. “I’ll sneak you some.”

He shrugged. “With all the people there I’m sure I’ll have enough time out of her watch.”

He had a point. “Probably. It’s going to be crowded.” I turned up the volume on my phone as the music started, and we started swaying to the music. Damn. I had no idea how to dance. And the people on the screen were doing something complicated. “Ooh! You also need to steal as much food as possible. It’s going to be amazing!”

He frowned. “I don’t think it’s stealing if they’re offering it.”

Now, that was quitter’s talk. “They don’t want you to take it home, though. It’s totally stealing.” I laughed. “By the way, have you gotten more used to the heels?”

“Right.” He pulled back from me, and I frowned. Had I said something wrong? “Hold on, I should probably go get them.” Oh. Okay. Everything was fine. He wasn’t annoyed. He disappeared, and when he returned, he was wearing the fabulous heels. “Let’s see how this goes.”

I grinned, my face growing a little hot. He looked good in heels. “Now, that’s a look. You should wear that exact outfit to the party.” I laughed and rewound the video so we could get back into place.

“Yeah, sure.” He got back into position and tried to follow the steps of the dance. Eh. We were both awkward at this.

But he was trying hard, and he was actually doing good for a first try. Better than me. I kept accidentally stepping on his feet. “You’re doing really well. We have to dance at the masquerade.”

He nodded awkwardly. “Thanks. I think if we ended up dancing with anyone else they’d laugh anyway.”

Nah. At least not my friends. “Nah. Shine’s not that mean. And Triel would only laugh if you were laughing too.” Don’t think about Triel. Don’t think about Triel.

He paused. “Are you nervous?”

Yeah, but probably not about what you’d think I was nervous about. I smiled. “About what? I think I’m doing pretty good at dancing.”

“What if something happens?”

That was a pretty open-ended question, so I chose to interpret it as about the dancing. “If I fall, it’ll be fine. You’ll pick me back up!” I winked for good measure.

He nodded, but his eyes turned thoughtful. As if he was nervous. So, I asked the obvious question. “Are you nervous?”

It took him a bit to respond. He nodded. “I am. I’ve never done this.”

“Well, you’re doing great. If you need a distraction, just ask me, and I’ll make the biggest distraction.”

“You’re obnoxious enough anyway.” But he relaxed a little. “So maybe you’re on to something.”

I grinned. That was a compliment. “Thanks!”

Volt decided to walk up at that moment, looking between us and the video. “What are you up to?”

I smiled over at her. “We’re learning how to dance for the party! Do you have any pointers?”

Her face fell, and my stomach lurched. What was going on? She sighed and didn’t say anything for a little bit. “I need to talk to you two about that.”

I nodded as the smile slipped from my lips. I stopped the video. “What about?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Skyler looked uneasy, but he stayed quiet. Volt hesitated. “I know you’re eager to come and help for the event but I think it’s best if you both stay behind.”

A rush of relief flooded through me, even as guilt smothered it. I wouldn’t see Triel yet. I wouldn’t have a chance to fuck up the rescue. Anyway, I was injured, and I was reckless. I’d get us all captured. I sighed. “That makes sense. I’d probably fuck it up anyway.”

“I’m not scared,” Skyler said with a scowl, and I had to swallow back bile at seeing him unhappy. It wasn’t fair.

Volt shook her head. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t think you can handle it. You’re both more than capable and any other circumstance I would be glad to have your help.” She was trying to sound gentle, but that was a lie, at least for me. She didn’t know me as she knew Skyler, and she had only seen me be reckless. Of course she wouldn’t want me to help in a covert mission. She continued. “But there are going to be people at that party that know your faces and will go after you.” She glanced at Skyler. “I know for a fact Aurora will be there and I couldn’t live with myself knowing I put you in that kind of danger.”

I nodded, rubbing at my scars. Churi would probably be there. Made sense. But Skyler crossed his arms. “I said I’m not scared. I can look after myself.” He raised his voice. “And what if something happens to you? They know your face too!”

Volt shook her head again. “I’m sorry, Skyler but this is how it’s going to be.”

“Fine.” Skyler stalked off, and I watched him go. I should be more frustrated, more willing to fight back, but I only really felt relief.

Volt watched him go, but then she turned to me. “I should have told you sooner, I’m sorry for that.”

I couldn’t look her in the face. “No, no. It’s fine. I understand.”

“We’ll get Triel out, I promise.”

“I know you will.” She was far more capable than I was anyway. But Shine would be there. I looked her in the eye. “And you better take care of Shine.”

Volt nodded. “I will.”

Good. “Thanks.” I glanced back at where Skyler had gone. I needed to find him. He didn’t need to be alone right now. “I’m gonna go.” I headed off, and Volt just watched me go.

I found him in a small room that wasn’t being used, and I sat down near him, but not too close. His head was buried in his arms, and he was hugging his knees to his chest. I hated that he wasn’t able to go. Was there anything I could say to make him feel better?

I opened my mouth multiple times before I could find my voice. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

“She thinks I’m a baby, doesn’t she?” he snarled. “That I can’t take care of myself or anything.”

From what I had seen of Volt, which admittedly wasn’t much, she didn’t seem to be that kind of person. “That’s not true.” My voice came out small. “I think she probably just wants to protect you. Not because you need it. But because she cares.”

He glanced over at me. “How do you know?”

Just from how I had seen her look at him, especially after we had had that encounter with Skyler’s mom and Meras. She looked so concerned. “An educated guess? She gets worried when you’re upset, and she’s been taking care of you, right? She’s basically your mom. And moms generally worry about their children.” At least that was what I had heard.

He turned away, but not before I saw tears in his eyes. Shit. I had fucked it up. Should I distract him instead? “We…we can still have that dance…”

He nodded. “Okay.”

That wasn’t good enough. I swallowed hard. “And I’ll totally make you blush with all the flirty things I say to you.”

“Weirdo.” He didn’t look at me, but he did gently shove me. So, it had to be working, right?

“Well then by the friend property, you are a weirdo for choosing a weirdo friend.”

“Just my luck then.”

“Hell yeah, you’re lucky.” I paused. How would they escape from the masquerade anyway? The airship? And if so, shouldn’t there be someone guarding it just in case something happened? I had a brilliant idea! “We can wait with the airship and help them make a quick getaway.”

He looked up at that. “That…that might not be a bad idea.”

I smiled a little. I was doing something right! “We can make sure no one finds it.”

“And if something goes wrong at the party we can jump in.”

“Yeah! It’ll be great!” I had actually made him feel better. I couldn’t believe it.

He nodded. “It’s a plan then.”

I grinned and held out a fist for him to fistbump, which he did. “Yeah, it’s a plan.”

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Tangled Timelines Chapter 3 Rated: T Chapter Word Count: 5,010 Chapter Summary: The Doctor and Rose try to track down some ghosts. Notes: Hey look! It's an update!! Hopefully they'll be happening more regularly now. I'm semi doing NaNoWriMo, and by that I mean that I'm attempting to write 50,000 words this month spread across any project (including this one). I'm starting to find my groove with this fic, so *fingers crossed*

As always, many hugs and thanks for @hey-there-juliet , my lovely beta. && all mistakes are mine.

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As soon as he entered his ship, the Doctor collapsed onto the jumpseat and stared blankly at the time rotor for a few moments. And then he glared at it.

“I somehow manage to happen upon the exact coordinates for the beginning of an invasion, and for some reason you’ve put me smack dab in the middle of it?!”

The answering hum was … frustrated.

He furrowed his brows, frowning. It would be exceedingly bad, incredibly bad, astonishingly bad bad bad if something else was influencing the TARDIS. The Doctor sprang to his feet and immediately sonicked open the grating, taking a moment to place a temporary barrier around his panic before he could worry Rose.

Back at the flat, she was having tea with her mother. She’d only just managed to get Jackie to stop complaining about his apparent need to ‘make everything about aliens’, and they were now talking about the wedding. Apparently she’d found a baker who said they’d make up cake samples that all somehow incorporated bananas. Best news he’d heard (well, technically) all day, and he couldn’t properly appreciate the sentiment when he desperately needed to check his ship and parse out exactly what he was going to do about these ‘ghosts’.

First things first, he needed to make sure that the TARDIS was physically fine. That she was healthy. And actually, it wasn’t so bad. There were some minor repairs he should take care of before they next left Earth, but nothing he couldn’t leave until after they’d saved the planet. The Doctor pulled himself out from under the console and bounced over to the navigational matrix, pulling a screen with him as he went.

His mouth dropped as he looked at the recording of their last flight path. A time track seemed to just- just pop into existence, pushing them months away. His ship had immediately landed due to the unexpected error. It literally looked like a glitch in the Vortex - but there were no such thing as glitches in the Time Vortex. A whole dimension doesn’t glitch - not without some outside force acting on it.

And any outside force meddling with time was even more dangerous than whatever these ‘ghosts’ were.

One bloody thing at a time, though.

The Doctor pushed himself away from the console and began pacing.

Ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts ghosts.

Not really ghosts. Getting stronger from the psychic energy of the entire human race. Incredibly unpleasant when one walks through you - really do feel dead. Worse than dead. Likely nothing good, and all over the world.

But they appear in shifts. There’s shifts.

So someone had to be in charge of that. Probably multiple someones. But still, there would be a central location connected to them, giving them whatever help they need to press themselves onto the Earth from wherever they really are. To do that, all around the world, they would have to have an incredibly strong signal.

An incredibly strong, traceable signal.

“Alright then!”

Headfirst into danger was just what it was going to have to be.

The Doctor sonicked open a different panel and began rummaging around for the equipment he’d need. It wasn’t long before he heard the TARDIS' door open.

“According to the paper,” his wife announced, “they’ve elected a ghost as MP for Leeds. Now tell me about this plan you’re tryin’ so hard to keep secret.”

He popped out of the grating with a backpack full of equipment.

“Who you gonna call?” he joked.

“Ghostbusters!” Rose laughed, more amused by the voice he was using than his shockingly similar looking technology.

“I ain’t afraid of no ghosts,” the Doctor finished with a little jig before dashing out of the TARDIS.

“My mum’s on her way down,” she informed him as he looked around the playground for the best area to set up the cones. Actually, should do nicely right where they were.

“Oh?” He turned on his heel and went back into their ship, pleased that she’d seen fit to set out the rest of the equipment they would need. “Let’s get these outside.”

“Doctor,” his bondmate huffed, even as she took a cone. I don’t think we should tell her yet. About the lifespan thing. Not until after we’ve gotten rid of the ghosts. Like, way after. Next trip back.

That’s fine, he agreed as he sat down his roll of wire and cone and began plugging everything in.

“We’ll still have to stay for awhile, though. Because we said we would.”

The Doctor paused what he was doing, dramatically raising his eyes skyward. It was quite a nice day, really. You’d think, with London having nice weather for once, that he’d be able to enjoy it. He opened his mouth, planning to vocalize his many complaints, but as soon as he turned back towards Rose, he saw Jackie walking up.

After the ghosts, yes. Sometime during this trip, though, please .

He wasn’t ashamed to beg. Well … a little ashamed.

“Why’d you park all the way over here?” Jackie asked as he began plugging the wires into the cone Rose had placed.

“Got tired of the alley. Bit dingy,” he quipped. It was a lie, but better than telling his mother-in-law that not only had the flight gone wrong time-wise, but also slightly by location.

His wife shot him a worried look as she caught the thought.

Later, he promised, rushing back into the TARDIS for the final cone. He would worry about all of that later - they had important things to do.

“When’s the next shift?” he asked as he sat the cone down.

“Quarter to,” Jackie answered, “but don’t go causing trouble. What’s that lot do?”

“Triangulates their point of origin.”

“I don’t suppose it’s the Gelth?” Rose asked, visions of their spectral forms playing across their bond for a moment.

“Nah,” the Doctor responded, and she quickly shrugged off the idea. “They were just coming through one little rift. This lot are transposing themselves over the whole planet. Like tracing paper.”

With the final cone plugged in, he ran over to make sure they were all in the proper position.

“You’re always doing this,” Jackie complained. “Reducing it to science. Why can’t it be real? Just think of it, though. All the people we’ve lost. Our families coming back home. Don’t you think it’s beautiful?”

He paused to give his mother-in-law an honest answer.

“I think it’s horrific.”

And then the Doctor bounced back into motion, unrolling the cable that would connect the triangulation devices to the TARDIS console. They were on a time crunch, after all. “Rose, give us a hand, love.”

His bondmate sighed before following him into the ship.

She’s so upset.

The Doctor remained silent, aware that the thought wasn’t really meant for him and even more aware that there wasn’t anything he could say that would help. He plugged in the cable and turned to Rose, aware that her mother had followed them inside. This is how they could help.

“As soon as the cones activate,” he explained quickly, pointing to the monitor, “if that line goes red, press that button there. If it doesn’t stop,” he continued, reaching into his jacket to pull out the sonic screwdriver, “setting 15-B. Hold it against the port, eight seconds and stop.”

“15-B, eight seconds,” she confirmed.

“If it goes into the blue, activate the deep scan on the left.”

“Uhm … oh!” His wife leaned over the console, which he found much more provocative than the situation really called for. “This button there?”

“Hmm close.”

And he’d really, sincerely intended to send her a mental image of the correct button, but some wires must have gotten crossed there. Instead what he sent was a memory of their return to the TARDIS right after the Rhibelini festival. Eh. Oops?

“That one?” Rose smirked, pointing to another button that was definitely not close, while sending some very, uhm, creative suggestions that, unfortunately, weren’t actually feasible.

“Eehh, now you’ve just killed us,” the Doctor told her with a theatrical grimace.

With the button, or- ?

They both laughed, but only for a moment.

“Er, that one.” She confidently pointed to the correct button, telepathically informing him that she knew the whole time.

“Yeah!” he smiled before turning to Jackie. “Now, what’ve we got? Two minutes to go?”

Jackie looked down at her watch, and the Doctor was glad that she didn’t realize that he was just trying to make her feel needed. That he was a Time Lord and didn’t need her help to check the time. Because his wife had to be right - there’s no way her mum actually enjoys the act of doing laundry. She enjoys being a mum.

You like her, Rose teased over the bond.

Shush.

He gave her a peck on the cheek before exiting the ship to do the final prep work on the triangulation cones. It was go time. The Doctor raced around, calibrating each one.

“What’s the line doing?” he shouted through the door.

“It’s alright,” came his wife’s answering shout, though she really didn’t need to with his superior hearing. She could whisper and he’d be able to hear her from this short of a distance. “It’s holding!”

“You even look like him,” Jackie said to Rose, and he could hear her just fine. Not that he understood what that was supposed to mean.

“How do you mean? I suppose I do, yeah,” his wife responded, sounding pleased, though he still didn’t know what it meant. Rose didn’t look at all like him. What a strange thing to say. He tried to refocus on the triangulation equipment.

“You’ve changed so much,” Jackie sighed. “All grown up and married to an alien, living in a spaceship.”

The Doctor almost said something to Rose about her mother acknowledging that they were, in fact, already married, but then caught himself. If she didn’t already know that he was eavesdropping, no need to make it obvious. Not that it would matter either way. He wasn’t going to stuff cotton in his ears just because the humans in his life couldn’t be bothered to remember all of his biological differences.

“For the better,” his wife replied with confidence. “We have an amazing life, and we’re in love.”

“I suppose. It’s just barmy. Seeing you two like this in this box of his. Makes it hard to pretend everything’s even a little normal.”

He wondered what exactly Jackie imagined their life was like when they weren’t around. Things had actually gotten shockingly domestic lately, though it would still probably be too alien for his mother-in-law.

“Mum, I used to work in a shop.”

“I’ve worked in shops. What’s wrong with that?”

“No, I didn’t mean that,” Rose sighed.

Once again the Doctor made himself refocus on the task at hand, all the while hoping that they weren’t about to have a row.

“I know what you meant. What happens when I’m gone?”

“Don’t talk like that,” Rose ordered, distress flooding their connection, making it nearly impossible for him to pay attention to the cones.

How exactly was he supposed to save the Earth with these working conditions?

There was a smug voice in his head, with a distinct Northern accent, very pleased to point out how they were right about avoiding domestics.

“No, but really. When I’m dead and buried, you won’t have any reason to come back home. What happens then?” Jackie asked her.

“I don’t know,” Rose mumbled, as she tried and failed to imagine their future life without her mother in it.

The Doctor frowned, realizing that he couldn’t quite picture it either.

“Do you think you’ll ever settle down?” her mother continued.

Their connection was now awash with all sorts of negative emotions, and he could tell that his bondmate was near tears, which was completely unacceptable. He turned away from the cones, ready to march back on board before stopping himself.

“The Doctor never will, so I can’t,” Rose told her. “Wouldn’t want to. We’ll just keep traveling.”

“And you’ll keep on changing. And in forty years time, fifty, there’ll be this woman, this strange woman, walking through the marketplace on some planet a billion miles from Earth. But she’s not Rose Tyler. Not anymore. She’s not even human.”

Their bond somehow managed to pulse mauve.

It’s going to be okay, love, he tried to comfort her, fighting to send soothing, positive thoughts over their connection just as he finished up the calibrations. A distraction, that’s what she needed! It was certainly what he needed.

“Here we go!” he shouted.

“The scanner’s working!” Rose called out. “It says Delta-One-Six!”

“Come on then, you beauty!” the Doctor laughed, firmly resolved on drowning out all of the pain present in their shared mental space with adrenaline fueled glee. After all, he had always wanted to use these cones - they were state of the art!

He watched with wide eyes as the cones connected, immediately trapping one of the so-called ‘ghosts’ within their quasi-electric field. And then he reached into his pocket, carefully blocking their bond as he pulled out and put on a pair of 3D glasses - this was the part of his speculations that he really would rather not worry his bondmate with. At least, not yet. Not until he absolutely had to.

The ghost … thing he’d just trapped was absolutely riddled with Void particles. Completely covered, blurry head to blurry toe. Blimey.

The Doctor knelt down, adjusting the controls in order to get a more accurate read. If he was lucky, he would be able to figure out which parallel world these creatures were trying to come from. Likely a parallel Earth, but which one?

It began writhing, though nothing about the triangulation device should cause a living thing pain.

“Don’t like that much, do you?” he couldn’t help commenting. “Who are you? Where are you coming from? Woah!” He jumped back as the ‘ghost’ attempted to break out of the containment field. “That’s more like it! Not so friendly now, are you?”

He looked on as the creature faded away and the cones deactivated. While some more time would have been helpful, the Doctor had enough information to get started. After quickly picking up all of the cones, he ran back inside. Once he’d dumped them all out of the way, he raced up to the console, shrugging out of his coat and tossing it onto the railing.

“I said so!” he exclaimed. “Those ghosts have been forced into existence from one specific point, and I can track down the source. Allons-y!”

With that, he slammed the dematerialization lever, the coordinates having been inputted by the triangulation device. So handy! Finally got to use it.

The TARDIS shook violently.

Well, maybe he could make some improvements ... if he ever got the chance to use it again. The Doctor sprung to his feet and stabilized the flight.

Things seemed abnormally silent in the console room and over their bond. He was uncertain as to why, but still gave over to his natural inclination to fill the silence.

“I like that,” he told his wife as he moved around the console. “Allons-y. I should say allons-y more often. Allons-y. Watch out, Rose Tyler. Allons-y. And then, it would be really brilliant if I met someone called Alonso, because then I could say, ‘Allons-y Alonso’ every time.” He finally reached Rose and wrapped his arms around her before pausing. “You’re staring at me.”

“My mum’s still on board,” she whispered, squeezing his arms.

The Doctor looked up to see Jackie Tyler sitting on one of the platforms.

It was terrifying.

“If we end up on Mars, I’m going to kill you.”

Absolutely, bone-chillingly terrifying.

Stop being a drama queen, his bondmate chastised.

Oh, the domestics of it all! Worse than living in a house! Traveling with his mother-in-law?!

You’ll be fine, it’s hardly traveling . We’re in the same city, in the same time, Rose reassured him, rolling her eyes before giving him a proper hug.

What was he supposed to do now, though?! Bring Jackie with them? Leave her in the TARDIS? It would likely be dangerous wherever they ended up, invasion and all. The alternative was having her stay in their home to snoop around and get up to who knows what. There was no winning!

“Welcome aboard, Jackie!” he said with a wave, his smile showing a bit too much teeth.

“Where exactly are we going, anyway?” her mother asked.

“Come down, mum. You can watch the landing on the view screen with us,” Rose encouraged, releasing him so that she could meet her halfway. “We’re gonna land at wherever they’re controlling the ghosts. Are you fine to stay on board? There’s a pool, you could have a nice swim. Or watch telly in the media room. We’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’m just supposed to hang out in this weird ship of his while you’re off trying to get yourselves killed?”

“We do stuff like this all the time,” the Doctor piped in, trying to reassure her. “Only this time you’re on the TARDIS instead of at home in your flat. Which, really, is much better, when you think about it. Best ship in the Universe.”

Jackie still didn’t look thrilled as they all gathered around the view screen. She looked even less thrilled as they watched the TARDIS land in a hanger before immediately being surrounded by armed gunmen.

“Oh, well, there goes the advantage of surprise,” he sighed. “Still, cuts to the chase.”

Now he was going to have to deal with soldiers. Really, every time he thought that the day couldn’t possibly get worse. The Doctor turned to his mother-in-law as he made his way around the console.

“Jackie, stay inside. Doors shut. They can’t get in.”

“I’m not staying here! Take me home!”

“It’s too late for that,” he told her. “Shouldn’t have come aboard if you didn’t fancy a trip.”

“I was kidnapped!”

He rolled his eyes, deciding not to dignify that with a response as he took Rose’s hand. She pulled him to a stop before they reached the door.

“Doctor, they’ve got guns.”

The Doctor mentally reminded his wife that they’d been surrounded by much, much worse. Daleks couldn’t help but come to mind. 21 st century Earth guns were really the least of his concerns at the moment. Jackie Tyler accidentally breaking his precious timeship was more of a worry than guns. Whatever these creatures had planned, definitely more of a worry than guns.

“And we haven’t,” he delightfully informed her. “Which makes us the better people, don’t you think? They can shoot us dead, but the moral high ground is ours.”

With that, he tugged her out of the TARDIS behind him and closed the door as casually as he could manage.

Honestly, with all of the emergency programs he had installed, why couldn’t he have made one to deal with this scenario? A program that would immediately take Jackie home and then bring the TARDIS right back - now that would be nifty.

They barely had a chance to look around before the soldiers surrounding them cocked their guns. He and Rose quickly raised their hands to prove they were unarmed.

Y’know what this reminds me of?, his wife casually asked across their connection.

What?

Utah, 2012.

The Doctor’s eyes swept the area as much as he could without moving his head. He could see her point.

Do you think they’d fire if I knocked on wood right now?, he asked her, just as a blonde woman in a suit rushed into the hanger.

“Oh! Oh, how marvelous!” she exclaimed, clapping.

I think she may’ve gone ‘round the bend, Rose laughed in his head as she fought back a confused smile.

The soldiers slowly began to lower their weapons as they joined in on the … clapping? Really, why were they clapping?

“Oh, very good. Superb. Happy day!”

Really, the Doctor felt inclined to agree with his bondmate on this one. Still, now that guns weren’t being pointed at them he was inclined to just go with it.

“Uhm, thanks. Nice to meet you,” he greeted. “I’m the Doctor, and this is my-”

Probably not the time to introduce me as your wife.

“- this is Rose.”

“Hello,” his wife waved with a wide grin that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Oh, I should say! Hurray!”

And there they went again with the clapping. Honestly, what the bloody hell was going on?

Think you’ve got more fans, Rose teased.

“You- you’ve heard of me, then?”

Really, where had his ship landed them?

“Well of course we have,” the overly enthusiastic woman replied. “And I have to say, if it wasn’t for you, none of us would be here! The Doctor and the TARDIS.”

Everyone started clapping yet again. He was starting to get used to it, actually. It was kind of nice.

“And his companion, of course,” the woman continued.

Okay, not as nice. Then again, Rose was the one who didn’t want him to say she was his wife. Which was probably the smart thing to do, mid-invasion, but still. Just … didn’t feel right. As it was, she had had to cover her mouth with her hands in order to keep herself from laughing - out loud. Their bond was awash with her amusement. The Doctor found himself fighting the urge himself as he tried to politely make them stop.

“And- and- and you are?” he asked as the noise died down.

“Oh, plenty of time for that,” she evaded. Huh.

I think she thinks she’s the boss of you, his bondmate informed him.

She also thinks that I’m the boss ofyou, the Doctor couldn’t help but point out.

Bless.

“Aaaaaaanyway lead on, allons-y. Will there be nibbles?”

He fought the urge to take Rose’s hand as they followed the woman away from the TARDIS, surrounded by armed guards, stuffing his fists into his pockets. A moment later she tugged on his sleeve. The Doctor glanced over, taking out his hand when she rolled her eyes. Their fingers slotted together, perfect fit, as always.

We’ve been holding hands since the moment we met, she mentally chastised. Memories played across their bond.

She certainly wasn’t wrong.

Sorry, he told her, squeezing her hand. Not sure how to pretend to not be married, I guess.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rose smirk.

Well, I took off my ring. Think all we’ve got to do now is not say it outright.

Before he could properly respond, something on the tip of his tongue (or whatever the telepathic equivalent of that idiom might be) about how he could do a much better job than that, the mystery woman started talking.

“It was only a matter of time until you found us, and at last you’ve made it,” she said. “I’d like to welcome you, Doctor. Welcome to Torchwood.”

With that, she flung open the doors and they entered a massive warehouse. A massive warehouse that was full of alien technology. And since this definitely wasn’t UNIT, this was very, very not good.

Blimey , he told his wife, you’re right. This really is frighteningly similar to that bunker in Utah.

Gonna nip over to that crate and knock on wood?, Rose asked, only partially teasing.

He really was considering it, actually, but … (he peeked behind him at the armed soldiers following uncomfortably close) better not. Instead he focused on the spacecraft in front of them.

“That’s a Jathar Sunglider,” he realized.

“Came down to Earth off the Shetland Islands ten years ago,” the woman explained.

“What, did it crash?”

“No, we shot it down,” she stated. “It violated our airspace. Then we stripped it bare.”

Oh, this was really not good. The Doctor tried to sense the timelines, but they were all still so jumbled and wrong that he couldn’t make out the consequences of it, this technology that Earth really shouldn’t have right now. Not yet.

“The weapon that destroyed the Sycorax on Christmas day?” the woman continued with pride, “That was us. Now, if you’d like to come with me.”

That’s what Harriet said, Rose realized, replaying the memory over the bond, Torchwood. I didn’t even think about it, though.

No, me either, he agreed as they were led further into the warehouse. Why hadn’t he noticed anything off before? He should have felt it. On Christmas, maybe not - he’d just regenerated. But apparently this organization has been active for at least a decade, if not longer.

“The Torchwood Institute has a motto - ‘If it’s alien, it’s ours’,” their ‘captor’ slash ‘tour guide’ explained. “Anything that comes from the sky, we strip it down and we use it for the good of the British Empire.”

“Excuse me, the what?” Rose interrupted.

“The British Empire,” the woman repeated, turning around and looking his bondmate up and down, sizing her up.

“There hasn’t been a British Empire in ages,” Rose informed her, and she wasn’t wrong.

“We’ll see,” their hostess replied, a little too condescending for his liking. “Ah, excuse me,” she continued as a soldier handed her a particle gun?! “Now if you wouldn’t mind. Do you recognize this, Doctor?”

“That’s a particle gun.”

Now that he was here, now that this had his full attention, the Doctor could feel the strain on the timelines. This whole building was a threat to the entire causal nexus. His wife held his hand tighter when he showed her just a smidge of it over their connection.

“Good, isn’t it?” the woman smiled, unaware of the impending disaster that he wasn’t yet sure how to fix. “Took us eight years to get it to work.”

“It’s the 21st century,” he calmly tried to explain. “You can’t have particle guns.”

“We must defend our border against the alien,” she replied, as if that somehow gave them a free pass.

The Doctor didn’t know what to say to that, which apparently was fine, as their guide wasn’t really paying attention anyway as she handed back the gun.

“Thank you, Sebastian, isn’t it?”

I think it’s best if we just, you know, let her talk, he told Rose, studiously not looking directly at her - and really, there was a lot to take in, the warehouse was packed with advanced tech. Much too advanced.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Think she’ll give us an evil monologue?

Well, I don’t think she’s evil, he admitted. I think she’s … some sort of, I don’t know, business woman? I think she truly believes that what they’re doing here is good . Which makes them even more dangerous.

It would also make stopping them even more difficult.

“Thank you, Sebastian.”

He refocused as she turned back to them.

“I think it’s very important to know everyone by name,” she said. “Torchwood is a very modern organization. People skills. That’s what it’s all about these days. I’m a people person.”

Well that’s … nice?, Rose commented across the bond as she gave the woman a very forced grin.

“Have you got anyone called Alonso?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“No, I don’t think so. Is that important?”

Eh, oh well. It was kind of nice, though, having her asking a question for once.

“No, I suppose not,” the Doctor replied, just as he noticed a crate of Magnaclamps. He’d always wanted some, hadn’t gotten around to it, though. “What was your name?”

“Yvonne,” she told them (finally). “Yvonne Hartman.”

He let go of his wife’s hand, giving into the urge to inspect a clamp.

“Ah, yes,” Yvonne said with a smile. “Now, we’re very fond of these. The Magnaclamp. Found in a spaceship buried at the base of Mount Snowdon. Attach this to an object and it cancels the mass,” she explained, as if he didn’t already know. “I could use it to lift two tonnes of weight with a single hand. That’s an imperial ton, by the way. Torchwood refuses to go metric.”

Of course they do, Rose scoffed over the bond. British Empire, I mean really.

“Well, that’s handy,” is what she said aloud as he tossed the clamp back into the crate, wandering away to try to get a better idea of all of the other alien technology they’d managed to scavenge, commandeer or steal. His wife wandered in the opposite direction, giving him a second set of eyes even if she didn’t know what everything was. It really was a devastating amount, and the Doctor had to assume that this wasn’t all of it.

Really, it was about time they got back on track.

“So, what about the ghosts?” he asked.

“Ah, yes, the ghosts. They’re, er, what you might call a side effect,” Yvonne admitted.

“Of what?”

“All in good time, Doctor. There is an itinerary, trust me.”

Ugh, of all the things to add to this no-good-very-bad-day, he was stuck on a tour. With an itinerary.

It was his personal hell, really.

And to make it even worse, there went the TARDIS on the back of a lorry.

“An itinerary?” Rose scoffed. “And what are you lot doing with the TARDIS?!” My mum’s in there!

Oh, seriously?! He’d just managed to forget that they’d left Jackie Tyler unsupervised on the ship. Really, truly, worst day ever.

Seriously? Could you just grow up and get some perspective?, his wife snarled over their connection.

“If it’s alien, it’s ours,” Yvonne replied confidently.

“You’ll never get inside it,” he told her with just as much confidence, if not more.

“Hmm, et cetera.”

Once she turned away, they both glanced back at their ship to see Rose’s mum peek out through the doors - which he distinctly remembered telling her to keep shut.

Really, why did no one ever listen? He didn’t understand it.

With a sigh, and all of his unflattering thoughts about his mother-in-law safely behind a barrier, the Doctor turned away to continue their ‘tour’. At least the ghosts were on the itinerary. So this day had to turn ‘round at some point … right?

#ten x rose #tenrose #time petals #ficandchips #dw fanfiction #fandom: doctor who #pairing: rose x doctor #fic: tangled timelines #my fic

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Amnesia (Book one, part seven)(Alec Volturi)

A week had passed, and Maeryn busted herself to being excited and hopefull to see Alec again. She had even dressed up slightly but wore her long, goldenbrown hair neatly loose. But throughout the day, no Alec. She got ready to close the doors when the bell above the door rang, announcing someone entering. Maeryn turned around and was greeted by the gentle smile of Alec's lips. Maeryn smiled back, trying to not look too happy because he returned. "I hope you don't mind me barging in at closing time?" he asked. Maeyrn blinked her eyes a few times to get out of her dreaming state. "N-no. Ofcourse not." she said quickly, affraid he would dissapear again. Gosh, she sounded like a love sick fool. Alec smiled and walked closer to her, a hand behind his back. "I honestly hope you can forgive my absence this week. I had some errands to run." he said as he pulled his hand from behind his back and showed her a beautifull white rose. Maeryn smiled and took the rose from him. "You are forgiven. Though, I have to admit it has been quiet this past week." she said as she placed the white rose into the vase with the red rose. Alec couldn't help but to smile as she said this. "Daemon has told me you've wanted to see the castle ever since arriving here." he said as he watched her turn around. "Eh, yes. But sadly the tours are for invited guests only. Believe me, I asked Heidi before but no luck." Maeryn said as she played with her fingers slightly. "Well, how about a private tour? Tonight? Just you and me, I promise." Alec said as he held out his hand for her to take. Maeryn bit her lip and debated it. Daemon and Mauno had warned her many times that the castle was dangerous, and they should know since they worked there, but her curiosity and the fact that she could spend a few hours alone with Alec tempted her to take his hand and accept his offer. And so she did. She gently placed her hand into his, which was cold as ice. Maeryn gasped slightly at the coldness but didn't dare to pull back, as she could feel small sparks travel up her arm making her heartbeat speed up slightly. Alec smiled and gently pulled her out of the cafe and towards the castle. Palazzo dei Priori.

Instead of going to the entrance, Alec led her into an alley. "Do you trust me?" he whispered softly to her, making her knees feel weak. "Yes." she whispered back, unsure if he had heard her. But he had and he gently scooped her into his hard arms and jumped down a small gap at the end of the alley. Maeryn had burried her face into his neck while they fell down and it ended with Alec landing perfectly onto his feet. He gently placed her back down onto her own feet and grabbed her hand once more, making sure that she wouldn't trip on the uneven stone surface. It was quite dark, due it being night and no light was coming through the gap they had just jumped down from. The path beneath their feet continued to slant downward, taking them deeper into the ground. Slowly the hallway turned dark gray instead of black. Maeryn and Alec were in a low, arched tunnel. Long trails of ebony moisture seeped down the gray stones, like they were bleeding ink. Maeryn felt mesmerized by the old castle walls and couldn’t wat to explore even more, but she had trouble concentrating as Alec’s cold hand firmly held onto hers, as if being afraid to lose her. Slowly the temperature got colder and Maeryn had been unaware that she had been shaking slightly until Alec had stopped and turned around. “Are you alright?” he asked gently. “Yeah, I am fine. Let’s continue walking. I am sure that will keep me warm.” She explained which was true, but she was afraid that if she admitted she was cold he would take her back to the café, and that was the last thing she would want. She was finally in the mysterious castle and more importantly she was int the castle with Alec. Alec nodded his head and continued leading her through the tunnel into the castle. At the end of the tunnel was a grate—the iron bars were rusting, but thick as a human arm. A small door made of thinner, interlaced bars was standing open. Alec ducked through and hurried on to a larger, brighter stone room. The grille slammed shut with a clang, followed by the snap of a lock. On the other side of the long room was a low, heavy wooden door. It was very thick because it, too, stood open. Alec and Maeryn stepped through the door, and Maeryn glanced around in surprise. They were in a brightly lit, unremarkable hallway. The walls were off-white, thefloor carpeted in industrial gray. Common rectangular fluorescent lights were spaced evenly along theceiling. It was warmer here, for which Maeryn was grateful. This hall seemed very benign after the gloom of the ghoulish stone sewers. Alec pulled Maeryn along and the heavy door creaked shut behind them, followed by a bolt sliding home. Maeryn jumped slightly but Alec gave her a reassuring squeeze in her hand. “It’s alright, amore mio. Come on.” He said as he pulled her towards and elevator. Once inside the elevator, Maeryn took a quick glance into the mirror and tried to fix her hair slightly without him noticing. Maeryn looked at him quickly but was surprised by his eyes. Instead of their usual violet colour, they where now a bright burgundy. It slightly frightened her, but they also suited him much better than the violet ones. But to be honest, Maeryn couldn’t care less about his eye colour. The elevator ride was short; Alec and Maeryn stepped out into what looked like a posh office reception area. The walls were paneled in wood, the floors carpeted in thick, deep green. There were no windows, but large,brightly lit paintings of the Tuscan countryside hung everywhere as replacements. Pale leather coucheswere arranged in cozy groupings, and the glossy tables held crystal vases full of vibrantly colored bouquets. The flowers' smell reminded Maeryn of a funeral home. In the middle of the room was a high, polished mahogany counter. Maeryn looked at the woman behind the desk. She was tall, with dark skin and green eyes. Maeryn was sure she had known everyone who lived and worked in Volterra, but she had never met this woman before. Maeryn was afraid that they where busted and that this woman would most likely call the police, but to Maeryn’s surprise the woman behind the desk smiled politely in welcome. "Good evening, Alec," she said. Alec nodded his head. “Gianna.” He said politely as he showed Maeryn some of the many paintings. Alec explained most of the paintings and by whom they where painted, but Maeryn felt like something was off. He was defiantly hiding something. But Alec treated her to another sweet smile and Maeryn's worries where soon soothed as they continued through a set of double doors in the back of the room. Alec showed her all of the castle, almost as if he walked the corridors every single day and knew them very well. Their little tour ended in the garden, where two bushes with roses, one white and one red, where blooming and shining in the moonlight. "These roses look just like the ones you gave me." Maeryn said as she examined the roses. "Well, maybe they are from the exact same bushed." he told her. "It's not polite to steal from a castle garden." Maeryn said playfully while turning to look at him. Alec took a step closer to her and took her hand into his cold one. "Maybe I am not that polite." he said while kissing her hand gently. Maeryn blushed deeply and was gratefull that there wasn't alot of light for him to see her blush. But Alec had seen it. He gently placed a hand onto her cheek to feel her blood rushing through her thin, fragile skin. Skin he could easily pierce with his teeth while her sweet nectar would flow into his mouth and sooth the burning in his throat whenever he was so close to her. But he restrained himself, not wanting to harm this little flower. "May I ask you something, even though it might be impolite?" Maeryn asked softly. Alec smiled gently. "Of course you can, amore mio." he said softly as he lead her towards a bench and took a seat, Maeryn sitting next to him, her hand still in his. "What happened to your eyes? I mean they where violet before and now they are red." she asked bluntly but quickly looked away in shame. It where probably just contacts and she was worrying about nothing. But, to her surprise, Alec sighed and gently stroked her hand with his thumb. "I will tell you, but you have to promise to not tell anyone, not even Agnella or Adolfo." he said softly. Maeryn bit her lip but nodded her head in agreement. "I promise." she said, anxious to his answer. "Do you believe in myths about vampires?" he asked. Maeryn frowned. "Not really. That is why they are called myths, right? Because it doesn't excist?" Maeryn said as she watched her hand in his while his thumb circled on the back of her hand. Alec chuckled softly. "I guess so, in a human's book. But I am affraid some of those myths are true, seeing as I am a living one." Alec explained and looked at her. Maeryn frowned and looked up into his burgundy eyes. She felt like laughing. Him? A vampire? Yeah right. But when she saw the serious look in his eyes, Maeryn knew he spoke the truth. She wasn't sure what to do or, more importantly, what he will do to her. "Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't hurt you. Believe me, if I wanted too I would have done it the first day when I saw you in the cafe." Alec said trying to sooth her as he could hear her heartbeat quicken. Maeryn nodded her head and her heart calmed down slightly. Alec smiled once more and gently kissed the back of her hand. "Honestly, I don't know what has gotten into me lately. But when I first saw you I knew I wanted you for more than just your blood, which smells delicious to be honest." he said as he gave her a playfull smirk. Maeryn blushed slightly and Alec gently pulled her closer to him, resting his other arm around her waist. "I have told you how I feel, now I think it is only fair you tell me what you feel for me. I do hope I haven't misread any signs?" he whispered softly and his cool breath hit her face leaving the smell of his sweet breath on her face. Maeryn but her lip and shook her head. "You haven't." she whispered back. Alec smiled. "Good." he said and his eyes trailed down to her full lips. "May I?" his voice sounded husk and seductive at the same time. Maeryn could no longer anwser so she nodded her head. Alec slowly leand foreward and closed the gap between them by claiming her lips with his own. Maeryn had forgotten how to breath for a moment as his lips guided hers gently into a loving kiss, but he pulled away too soon for her liking. "My appoligies. I am sure you have alot of questions that I need to answer before we continue." he whispered softly as he pulled her hair gently behind her ear. Maeryn nodded her head as air and oxigen filled her lungs and brains and she could think quite straight again. "So, you're a vampire?" Maeryn asked. Alec chuckled. "Yeah. Or so I have been told." Maeryn blushed in shame and looked down. Alec gently made her look up again. "I am sorry. That was rude of me. Go on. I promise I won't laugh." he said, sorrow in his eyes. Maeryn nodded her head. "Alright. So what can you do? As a vampire ofcourse." she added softly and watched as Alec took her hand into his once more.

“Vampires are one of the four known supernatural species in the world, with the others being vampire-human hybrids, true werewolves, also called Children of the Moon, and shapeshifters. Vampires and Children of the Moon are transformed humans (by venom and infection, respectively); shapeshifters are a human population with gifts of their own; and, occasionally, humans show gifts of their own. The origin of the vampire race remains a mystery. Contrary to popular belief, vampires deviate from those of traditional myth. For example, all vampires have refined and perfected physical features including their scent and voice, allowing us to lure in prey. Our skin is flawless and textured with a marble-like substance much harder and stronger than granite. Due to the crystalline properties of our cells, when a vampire is exposed to sunlight, our body will sparkle like diamonds.” Maeryn giggled softly at the idea of a sparkling Alec. “What is so funny?” he asked curiously. “No nothing. I am sorry for interrupting. Please continue.” Maeryn said as soon as she got her small giggle fit under control. Alec looked at her curiously but continued anyway. “For vampires who feed on human blood, their eyes reflect a deep red, as opposed to those who drink animal blood, whose eyes will reflect a medium gold color. Vampires also possess superhuman powers, such as speed and strength. They also have incredibly keen senses and are able to hear for miles and see in total darkness.” Maeryn was lightly shaken by the fact that Alec’s eyes where read, meaning he feeds on human blood. But she was also very intrested to the rest of his story. “Vampires are indeed immortal unless destroyed. Unable to sleep, we spend all days and nights awake. After transformation, a few vampires show special abilities. I for example have the gift of sensory deprivation. But my sister Jane, the small girl you met in the cafe three weeks ago, has the gift of pain. Usually a prominent personality or physical trait magnified from our human life. Most of us, however, do not have a special gift. Vampires are unharmed by garlic, holy items, or wooden stakes; we have reflections and shadows, and we are able to walk freely in the sunlight without being physically damaged by it.” Alec finished his story.

"I guess that explains alot. Are there many vampires?" Maeryn asked. "There are quite a few, some live in covens and are stationed in one area, and others live in small groups traveling around the globe." Alec explained. "And you?" "I live with the largest coven there is. We are the Volturi, and we actually have been living in this castle for many centuries." he explained. Maeryn was curious to know more about his coven and he could see her curiosity in her eyes. Alec smiled softly and continued explaining.

“The Volturi act as the unofficial royalty in the world of vampires, and we are an incredibly influential coven. We are also considered 'nighttime patrons of the arts' as, because of our inability to sleep, we study the arts at night. The Volturi act as guardians, keeping the secret society of vampires hidden from the human world as needed. My masters often send their agents to travel from Volterra to prevent overzealous covens from exposing vampires through mass eradication of every vampire and any humans present. The coven has existed for over 3000 years, and is the largest coven in existence, followed by the Olympic, the Denali and the Mexican coven. Throughout the centuries, the Volturi have established and enforced a number of laws that all vampires are expected to obey on pain of death. There aren't many of these laws, and they mainly concern the secrecy surrounding the existence of vampires. The laws are not written down; to write them would in itself be an infraction. Instead, the laws are passed by word of mouth from vampire to vampire.”

Maeryn frowned. "Will we get killed now? Because you told me your secret?" Alec gently caressed her cheek. "No, amore mio. My family and I would actually like to invite you to live with us for a while. And after that we can always decide what we will do." Alec said and he kissed her cheek gently. Maeryn nodded her head and smiled gently. "Come on. My family would like to meet you. I promise no harm will come to you." he said as he stood up and held out his hand for her to take. Maeryn smiled and placed her hand into his as he gently pulled her to her feet and led her back into the castle.

Alec and Maeryn returned to the reception where Gianna had been and they went through a set of double doors in the back of the room. On the other side of the wooden doors was a different kind of reception, and at the end of the room the short girl was waiting for them. "I see she hasn't fled yet?" Jane said jokingly as she kissed her brother on both cheeks. "Thankfully, no." Alec said as he pulled Maeryn closer to his body. Jane smiled gently. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you properly. My name is Jane. I am Alec's twin sister." she said as she held out a small hand. Maeryn slowly shook it. "Nice to meet you. My name is Maeryn." she replied. Jane turned her attention back to Alec. "The masters, wives and high guard are awaiting. Aro wanted to make sure not too many people would be in the throneroom as it might give Maeryn an unpleasant feeling." Jane murmered softly to Alec. Alec nodded his head and followed his sister, gently pulling Maeryn along with him.

They ignored the doors at the end of the hall—doors entirely sheathed in gold—stopping halfway down the hall and sliding aside a piece of the paneling to expose a plain wooden door. It wasn't locked. Alec held it open for Jane and Maeryn. It was the same ancient stone as the square, the alley, and the sewers. And it was dark and cold again. The stone antechamber was not large. It opened quickly into a brighter, cavernous room, perfectly round like a huge castle turret, which was probably exactly what it was. Two stories up, long window slits threw thin rectangles of bright sunlight onto the stone floor below. There were no artificial lights. The only furniture in the room were several massive wooden chairs, like thrones, that were spaced unevenly, flush with the curving stone walls. In the very center of the circle, in a slight depression, was another drain. The room was not empty. A handful of people were convened in seemingly relaxed conversation. The murmur of low, smooth voices was a gentle hum in the air. The exquisite faces all turned toward the two vampires and one human as they entered the room. Most of the immortals were dressed in inconspicuous pants and shirts—things that wouldn't stick out at all on the streets below. But the man who spoke first wore one of the long robes. It was pitch-black, and brushed against the floor. For a moment, Maeryn thought his long, jet-black hair was the hood of his cloak. "Jane, Alec, dear ones, you've returned! And you have brought Maeryn. It is so good to properly meet you, my dear." he cried in evident delight. His voice was just a soft sighing. “Master Aro.” Alec said while Jane made her way towards the man and he lightly pecked her lips. Then he returned his attention towards Maeryn and he gave her a reassuring smile, one that a father would give to his daughter and Maeryn immediately relaxed. "My appologies. I am being very rude. My name is Aro and these are my brothers Marcus and Caius." he said pointing to the sad looking man on the left throne and the man with snow white hair on the right. "And the rest of my family. We are so delighted to meet you." he said and smiled like a child in the candyshop. Maeryn felt slightly out of place in this room where every last creature but her was absolutely gorgeous in their own way. "Thank you sir. It is nice to meet you." Maeryn said, trying to be as polite as possible. "Now I am sure Alec has told you all about us. But I am affraid he left out some pieces that I specifically had asked to not tell you. You see my dear, we have met before you came here. I believe you where on a camping trip in the forests of Forks. And a small accident happened and I had my dear Munin take those memories away. No I know you have wondered for a while what has happened that specific evening and as what hopefully will be a small welcome gift to our family, I would like to hand you your memory back. Now if you accept I do hope you consider spending some more time here with us, as a human ofcourse. We will not rush into things that need to rushing." Aro explained. Maeryn's head felt heavy. They knew what had happened that night that she had lost and one of her campsupervisors had dissapeared. She couldn't let this oppertunity slip away. "Thank you. I will glady accept your offer and gift." Maeryn replied. Aro laughed loudly and clapped his hands together as if he was praying. "Munin, if you'd please." Aro asked a man with brown hair, olive skin and red eyes. The man approached Maeryn carefully, affraid that if he moved too fast he would frighten the girl. "This may hurt alittle and I appoligise in advance." he said in his deep voice. Maeryn nodded her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain and the memory she so long longed to remember once more. Munin placed his fingers on her temples and gave her her memory of that specific night back. Mearyn screamed as she felt like her head was being burned. Alec helt her gently in his arms as darkness took over and the memory of that night played in her head.

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kyouxa · 4 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Kou Mukami (Story 03)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Violet mansion — unoccupied room

*Yui yawns*

Yui: Nn…

(Even though I got out of prison, I can’t fall asleep easily)

(Even if I want to rest, I can’t stop thinking about multiple things…)

Kou: M neko-chan, why are you making such a depressed face?

Shouldn’t I ask if something troubles you? M neko-chan♪

Yui: Kou-kun…

Kou: What is it, M neko-chan?

Yui: … Do you like calling me M neko-chan?

Kou: Isn’t it a funny name? You’re a masochist kitten, M neko-chan!

Kou: It got stuck in my memories because of my nice naming sense and I really like it.

Yui: (He really seems to enjoy himself…)

(I wish I could return his memories even just a little, but there are no signs for that at all)

(But I will make sure to return Kou-kun’s memories)

Kou: Hey, I’m getting pretty boring staying here all the time. Why don’t we go to the living room?

Yui: Me too?

Kou: Aren’t you bored of just staying here too?

Just like now M neko-chan always gets huuuge wrinkles between her eyebrows. Let’s change that, okay?

Yui: (Surely, even if I’d stay in this room I probably wouldn’t be able to stop overthinking the situation...)

Sure, okay.

Kou: Okay! Then let’s get going.

Place: Violet mansion — Living room

Laito: You’re doing something surprisingly bold.

Carla: Bold? Hmph. You surely act wisely…

Yui: (Huh? Everyone is gathered here)

Kou: Hey Hey, what happened?

Laito: Just earlier one of Oranges familiars brought us a letter from them.

Yui: (The Orange family… that’s the house from Ruki-kun, isn’t it?)

Kou: From Orange? What was written in there?

Azusa: They will come in three days… to take Eve away from us…

Yui: Eh!?

(Ruki-kun will come to start a raid here… even though Azusa and Kou-kun are living in this house… !)

Subaru: This notice is such a bother, it seems as if it might just be an intimidation

Carla: If they want to come, let them. We will be prepared to attack them first by that time.

Kou doesn’t need to tie up Eve, just keep her away from outside.

Kou: Understood.

Yui: (Carla-san is seriously trying to intercept them)

(If I leave things as they are, each family would try to kill each other)

(It’s not only Ruki and Kou-kun, it’s also everyone else… can’t I stop them from anything…?)

Kou: …..

Nn… again what is this…

Azusa: Kou… ?

Kou: It’s nothing. Nothing at all…

Place: Violet mansion — unoccupied room

Yui: …Haa

(Ruki-kun will attack us in exact three days. I really wish there was a way for everyone to stop fighting)

(...That’s it! They are only coming here to take me away, so maybe I should leave the mansion during that time)

…No, I’m sure they would look all around the mansion to check if I was hiding from them somewhere...

(I’m also under Kou-kun’s watch the entire time. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to)

(If Kou-kun’s memories were restored, he would surely help me out in this moment. But still…)

…I guess I shouldn’t be too sensitive about this matter…

*someone knocks*

Kou: Eve, can I come in?

Yui: (Kou-kun… ? I wonder what he needs)

Kou: Why aren’t you giving me an answer if you heard me?

Yui: (He opened the door and came in by himself anyway. But whatever)

Sorry, I was just lost in thoughts. What do you need?

Kou: There is a big announcement!

Kou: What it is… it’s that you are allowed to sleep together with me in my room from now on!

Yui: … Eh?

Kou: Yep, don’t worry about Carla’s permission, I’ve already asked him about it.

Yui: Oh, wait. Sleeping together…

Kou: You need to be permanently watched from me anyway. This would be the perfect way to always have you in my sight, right?

It’s dangerous for you to stay alone because of that letter. And there also is something that I want to show you.

Yui: What do you want to show me… ?

Kou: Okay then, let’s go to my room together now!

*Kou pulls Yui*

Yui: Ehh!? Um, Kou-kun please don’t pull my arm so harshly!

Place: Violet mansion — Kou’s bedroom

Yui: Wow!

(There are a lot of rose petals scattered on his bed…!)

Beautiful...

Kou: The scent is really good. Look, come here.

Yui: Eh…

*Kou lays down with Yui*

Kou: … Eh? When you fall in the bed like this you’re able to smell the scent stronger, right?

Yui: Y-Yes…

(I was just surprised to get hugged so suddenly and thrown in the bed...)

(But it’s true that it has a good scent. It’s refreshing and sweet… fufu, it makes my heart relax a little bit)

Kou: Your face finally became calmer. Do you feel a little better?

Yui: Yes...

*Yui blushes*

(Did he do that because he cares about me? Even if his memories are gone, his kindness didn’t change a little)

Kou: And? Happy?

Yui: Of course I am, thank you.

Kou: You’re welcome… and now?

Yui: Eh?

Kou: Ahh, you really don’t get it. I actually thought you would.

Yui: (Somehow I’ve already seen him like this. I have a bad feeling about this…)

Um…

Kou: You seriously don’t know. When you get something, you should give something back too!

*Kou rips Yui’s clothes*

Yui: Kya!

Kou: Fufu, your clothes get easily torn. It’s not bad for your shabby figure anyway.

Yui: Kou-kun… stop…

Kou: Hah? First you don’t get proper manners and then you’re begging me to stop. You can’t stop me anymore… Ahh… Nn...

Yui: Ngh… Ahh…

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: (He bit… my neck with his fangs… so suddenly and strong… Nn)

Kou: Do you think if you start crying you will be forgiven? Despite my kindness, you’re still continuing to act like the victim and beg me to stop?

Kou: If you look at me with such a face, I’ll just make you feel more and more frustrated... Nn…

Yui: Please… stop…

(No… my strength gives up…)

*Kou backs off*

Kou: Fufu, your blood isn’t even that bad. I wonder why Carla said it was horribly bad when it isn’t. It’s impossible.

Haa, you’re crumpled with tears. At least the taste of your blood was refreshing.

Yui: Uhh…

Kou: You’re all slippery now. Did I suck more than you expected?

But well, it can’t be helped. Looking at you, somehow makes my chest feel incredible sick.

It’s your fault to begin with, so you will forgive me, right?

Yui: Kou… kun…

Kou: Fufu. But watching you being tossed by me like this makes me feel better to be honest.

I wonder if there even was any need to prepare these roses for you.

Yui: … After all you spread these roses for only one purpose…

Kou: Of course it was already sure that I’d drink your blood tho. Also, maybe for bullying you?

Kou: I had to, it wasn’t such a hassle to prepare a lot of petals anyway.

I gave you a nice gift. So it was only natural to expect something back from you too.

Giving and taking is everything that matters in the world in the first place.

Yui: Nn…

(He told me these exact same words when we first met. The world is all about giving and taking)

(At that time Kou-kun was indeed only in contact with others who gave him benefits)

(But Kou-kun got over all of that… !)

In return… only…

Kou: Hm? What?

Yui: The world isn’t all about returning and giving things…

There is no need to reward someone for things you don’t want…

Kou: Hah? What did you say?

Yui: (I don’t want to look at him… It feels like I don’t know Kou-kun for sure anymore)

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: (It feels as if we never were together. We overcame various wounds and hesitations together…)

Kou-kun may not be able to believe in people anymore and only thinks about giving and taking…

But… but! Even if I need to bet everything, to do something for someone, I want to be someone they can rely on!

(At least I was someone he trusted. If I can do anything for Kou-kun, I’ll try my best to do anything he desires as well)

Kou: For someone, huh… if you say that much, prove it to me.

Bet everything you have for me.

Yui: Everything… ?

Kou: Give me all the blood you have in your body. That’s a great deal, you can do that, right?

Yui: That... is…

Choices

1) Do it (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) Think about it (black)

— Do it ♡

Yui: (... I already know my answer to that)

Of course I can do that. If Kou-kun desires it, it doesn’t matter how much blood he wants to suck.

Kou: You know that you’d die if I did so?

Yui: Of course. But still… I want to prove it.

You can bet everything for someone. I want to prove that this feeling exists.

— Think about it

Yui: (All the blood in my body... I’ll die if that happens)

(Kou-kun probably wants to test the answer I’d give and the resolution)

Kou: Your skin is pale. If you say something like that, be prepared for this kind of situation.

Yui: Nn...

(I may seriously die. I’m scared of that. But... !)

I can do it. I want to prove it to Kou-kun.

end Choices

Kou: … Ahh, you’re pretty annoying. I could do it, but I can’t afford to. Do you seriously want to prove it that much?

Whatever. It’s not like I enjoy hurting others, but it’s what you want, isn’t it?

*Kou reaches for Yui*

Yui: No, it hurts… I won’t run away even if you don’t grab me.

Kou: What are you talking about? I’m holding your arms this way to pierce my fangs in your skin and suck your blood.

I’ll let them sink in more than ever. And you’ll not make me stop in any way possible.

Yui: … Nn!

Kou: Well then, let’s eat.

*Yui closes eyes*

Yui: .... Ah, stop… !

(He’s in front... of me… but it’s so painful… n-no… I have to... do my best… to endure this…)

(Endure it… for Kou... kun… but… I can’t… nn)

*time passes*

Yui: …..

Kou: … What did that prove show me now? You just simply fainted from it.

All you have is a stupid face on, makes me feel really good honestly.

If you’re disciplined with this, don’t ever come to me again about such stupid stuff.

Yui: …..

Kou: Those who don’t seek a reward, huh. I’m not an idiot or whatever. Such a thing…

(There shouldn’t be something like this. What is this…)

(I’m so upset about myself at this point, it doesn’t make sense. Rather than that, my chest hurts…)

She didn’t give up until the very end to prove it…

Even if she did bet everything for someone…

I still don’t know that feeling — ngh

*strange noise*

Kou: … Ngh… Ahh…

(Again… this huge amount…)

Kou: Huh… ? What was that… ? …The sky… ?

The blue sky… this scenery just now…

Yui: …..

Kou: Why, under the blue sky… she was laughing…

… Why…

Place: Orange mansion — Kou’s bedroom

*familiar flies by*

Ruki: ...Understood. You did good.

Shin: They seem to have read the letter properly. Exactly as according to all your strategies.

These guys, they’re our current enemies then. Right, nii-san?

Ruki: Don’t be too incautious. We need to be careful.

Shin: Yes Yes, I know that. I’m just looking forward to worship their faces.

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zerot0all · 5 years

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ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɪɴɢ | ᴍ

.YOUNGMIN POV.

.Small story plot. Straight filth. Instant love.

.Rated M for smut & slight fluff.

Enjoy!

Fools.

What is a Kingdom without a Queen? Simply a Kingdom ... but I don’t want that. I want an Empire of the damned. I wish to rule, not only the undead but my fellow Vampires as well. Risking everything to conquer these pathetic humans.

But I grew up with the knowledge that a King must always have his Queen... and I think I’ve finally found her.

Cute little bar owner. She hates me but I know that’s all a ploy to get to me. She plays hard to get but what she doesn’t know is that she is meant to rule a new world, by my side as my Queen.

“You’re playing yourself if you really think she likes you.. I’ve heard from a reliable source that she despises you, actually.” Woojin speaks as he stands by the window in our home library. I raise a brow at his statement , till it hits me.

“A reliable source , eh? This wouldn’t be that annoying bookworm you’ve been hanging out with ? Isn’t she my Queen’s little sister?” I add on. Woojin’s eyes grow with suspicion, but he should know better.

I know everything. Whatever happens in this town goes through me first ... humans and monsters.

“I don’t know what to tell you ... you’re in for a rude awakening.” Woojin adds cautiously, watching me hoping I would react. Like as if that would hold me back, I like a challenge. And I know she wants me too. I can feel it in the way she looks at me .. might even pay her place a visit. She does have some of the best whiskey in town, so why not?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bar wasn’t packed , usually we have the town drunks show up before closing time and give her a hard time. I’ve handled a few of them .. others come and go, they fear me and I like that. This town runs better when everyone sticks to the status cuo , or better yet , just don’t fuck with me.

“Don’t touch me!” I heard her voice , as she screamed from the back alley of her bar. She’s in trouble? I’ll rip whoever’s throat out, I don’t care who it is. My vision becomes hazy, blood red is what I see as I turn the corner to find her hyperventilating as she watches the poor bastard who tried to touch her- run off. She quickly turns towards me in shock and that’s when I see ... her black eyes.

No... she’s -

“What do you want?” She hissed, shaking her head - the black orbs disappearing, bringing back her light colored eyes. I stumble over my words , unable to piece them together as I watch her gather her things.

“Y-You-”

“I have to get back to work, your bravery was splendid.” She spoke in her snarky attitude, rolling her eyes - annoyed with me. But I was too bewildered by what I just saw.

“Get your ass back here ... what the fuck was that all about?” I hauled her back against me, she stumbled a bit then pushed away. She snarled almost , angered with my actions but I was speechless. For some odd reason, an anger grew within me.

“What the hell are you?” I hiss. My eyes had become larger than ever as she tried her best not to react. But the flare in my eyes sent her a sign that I was not the one to mess with. Not right now at least ...

“It doesn’t matter , now please , leave me and my sister alone.” Her voice was soft , almost like she gave up in a battle that she was so close to winning. Her shoulders slouched , her eyes dropped down to her shoes - just as my chest constricted.

“Y/N... are you a vampire?” The fear behind my words made it seem like i didn’t want this to happen .. that it was damn near impossible to find others like me - especially, that were not in my clan. Rogues. For centuries rogues have been killed off, deemed the weak of our kind.

She blinked back in disgust, knowing full well what I meant but hating the reality.

“Youngmin, please ... please leave.” Her voice got caught in her throat, holding back something that she feared I would see. My mouth opened then shut , wanting to say more but too soon did she twist on her heel and run into her bar. I followed suit, passing by her employees as she rushed to the back of her establishment to where her office was hidden.

She was fast but not fast enough for a monster.

“Why are you running from me?” I grunt as I bust her office door open , sending her swaying back. Once I was in her office, I locked the door. Needing to find out more and finally figure her out , she’s always been so standoffish but that has not once put me off. She’s one hell of a woman and I will have her.

She huffed and puffed , even more annoyed. Pacing back and forth , she was on the brink of exploding just as she finally made eye contact with me.

“Half breeds have been hunted down and killed for centuries, by both humans and creatures of the dark.” She said faintly. Her eyes scanned the office , her chest rose with deep breaths as the truth was revealed.

“Half breeds?” Was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I’ve never met one , I’ve only ever heard stories about them. Some say they were more human than monsters but others have seen gruesome killings by those who have lost themselves to their monster.

“Yes. Half breeds... half human and half vampire. We exist , believe it or not. Mother was a human , while father was a vampire.” She spat, rolling her eyes already being bothered. This was new for me ... yet, here I was , wanting to make someone who I thought was a human , my queen. How am I any different? Honestly, I had no idea us vampires could procreate with humans. I never knew we would make more of us .. or, at least half.

“Y/n, why didn’t you just tell me. I can protect you-”

“Ha, protect me? Don’t you kill rogues? How can I ever trust one of the most notorious killers . I’ve done well all by myself , for years I’ve hidden that dark part of my life. I’ve made a life away from the truth. I’ve built my very own business from the ground up, I’ve raised my sister and taken care of her. I’m fine without you... I don’t need a monster anywhere near my family and I.” She said.

She wasn’t yelling at this point. She wasn’t mad. She was just ... fed up. Something about her broken spirit made my chest constrict once more , the need to have her near at all times made the demon within me snarl. I wrinkled my nose with a sizzling anger as I approached her suddenly. I cupped her face , pushing her body back, guiding her till her precious ass touched the end of her desk. She stood shocked. Eyes wide open as she glanced up at me. She melted into my touch, it was evident that she was letting me be so close to her.

She wasn’t fighting me. She was letting me finally inside her world.

“Call me crazy my love, but I would slaughter towns to protect you. This constant need - an obsession to have you next to me only grows with each day. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially one that involves you. Y/n, you have been and will always be mine.” The simple confessing had my tongue swollen with something I wasn’t aware of. My eyes shifted before hers , letting her know my monster agrees.

But the longer I stood inches away from her mouth, the more her scent drove me wild. She was intoxicating. Her aroma alone made my groin thicken in my jeans. The loud thumping in chest which laid dormant for centuries, has begun pumping within me. The useless vessel which humans always blame for love ... was now letting me know she was the one. She has always been my precious Queen.

“You’re a fool Youngmin, a damn fool to want someone like me. I’m not a pure creature,” she whispered softly, her voice gently leaving her as I dipped closer. At this point , my nose skimmed hers. Closing our eyes and just breathing one another in like a drug ...

“No one is pure, my love.”

I say smiling just as I take my chance and kiss her. The one I thought was human, was more like me than anyone I have ever met. This was fate. Who am I to deny such pull... such desire ... such carnal hunger for this small glorious woman. She’s what dreams are made of .. and now, my sickly nightmares will consist of fucking her sore.

Her lips tasted of cherry , while her tongue of something even more addicting. But through her small whimpers , and the way her hands tugged on my belt, I knew my love wanted more.

“In your office ... are you sure?” I asked mid smile , she was turning savage the way she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans. Her tiny hands reached in, wasting no time to palm my length , making me close my eyes in admiration.

“I have no idea what’s come over me ... but yes, I’m 100% sure about this.” Her voice, now husky, spoke into my mouth. Her tongue casually licking my bottom lip, her monster coming alive and meeting me in this heart to heart tussle. She was in charge now, and I wasn’t sure how I felt. A part of me , wished to do whatever in my power to please her endlessly- while the other part craved to dominate her very own soul. To consume her blissful sighs of pleasure , but to also have her at my will. But who was I to lie to myself, I was her toy.

Letting the moment heat up , I went to her zipper. Striping her of those skin tight jeans which only emphasized her glorious frame, letting her panties go straight into my pocket for safe keeping.

Her breathing hiked as she threw her arms over my shoulder , her small hands gripping my neck to keep her in place as I did away with my clothing. The music outside her office door grew louder as her legs wrapped around my waist, cradling me into her thighs to have me closer. It wasn’t until her mouth was back on mine when it finally made sense - everything I’ve been feeling about her was because of this exact moment. I wanted her as a Queen because she is and will always be the only one for me. She’s a half breed, but together there will be no stopping us.

“Be mine, be mine for eternity.” I suddenly asked just as my length began to push into her warmth. Her walls hugged me tightly enough to groan out a frustrated breath, she was untouched.

Her eyes widened as she pushed away to fall back onto her desk, giving me a view of a lifetime. She was bare, her full gorgeous body radiated such beauty I was left speechless just as I bottomed out. Her mouth hung open on a sigh, her eyes fluttered closed enjoying the way I stretched her perfectly to the point of pain and pleasure. I gripped her hips, pulling out slowly, letting her soft whimpers take control of me just as I ram back into her. I find my rhythm just as she begins to scream my name, her hands go to her breast, fondling her perky buttons as I buck harder into her. Going deeper , with each fucking thrust I was seeing stars , her body shook the longer I went for it. Needing to spill my seed deep within her womb. Deep within her walls.

“Yes, yes.” She chanted like a song, her hands went to mine as I continued to grip her hips. Leaving marks on her flesh for later , she pleaded, clawing at my wrist as I felt her cunt begin to squeeze my cock.

“Say you’ll be my Queen. Say it loud ... say you’ll be mine forever.” My voice was strained, my balls heavy as I held back as much as I could , needing to explode soon enough. Her eyes rolled back on loud moans, begging me to let her cum, to help her cum, and to make her cum. What she doesn’t know is that I already have that planned for the rest of our lives.

I continued teasing her, flicking her clit everytime she pleaded she wanted to finish, ignoring my earlier statement. Tears rimmed her eyes the longer I tormented her, a shrill screamed erupted from her just as her thighs tightened around my waist , her pussy milked me whole as those exact words I craved spilled from her lips.

“I’ll be your forever. Youngmin, I’ll be your Queen.”

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Galactica, Chapter 22 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Thank you for being patient with our slower posting schedule. We love you so much and we’re so grateful for any feedback! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Everyone survived the Galactica runway show.

This Chapter: Time for the afterparty! (And after-afterparty, in the case of one couple.)

***

“The Grand Hotel, please.”

“Right away ma’am.”

Katya checked her bag, just to make sure that she had the paper invitation to the Galactica afterparty that Trixie had given her. The Galactica parties were legendary and Trixie’s phone had been ringing off the hook since Pearl had announced on her twitter that the location had been booked.

Galactica had rented out the entire hotel for the party, and they had even booked a selected amount of hotel rooms for VIP guests if anyone ended up partying too hard. By the time that Katya’s taxi pulled up to the curb of the hotel, the paparazzi was there, their flashes and cameras going off again and again as they took pictures of the designers, bloggers, socialites, models and fashion editors who were arriving. Katya took a deep breath, but thankfully no one noticed her.

“Hey sugarbutt.” Trixie smiled brightly as he spotted Katya making her way towards him. She was beautiful as always, but tonight it was like she was glowing, a sight for sore eyes after Trixie had spent three days looking at angry, moody models who never smiled.

The two kissed, and Trixie held out a glass for Katya.

“It’s sparkling cider. Violet found one in the exact same shade as the champagne.” Katya smiled, thankful for the fact that she wouldn’t have to explain herself all night.

“She thinks of everything, doesn’t she?”

“It’s almost freaky.”

Katya giggled and took a small sip of her drink, before flagging down a waiter who was carrying around a tray of canapés.

“So how has your day been?” Trixie had found a bench for them to sit at, so he was now tucked into Katya’s side, occasionally getting a bite or two from the food Katya had collected along with sips of her drink which Trixie liked a lot more than the champagne he had gotten himself.

“Pretty good. One of the kids offered me a cigarette from his locker stash, and said he had more if I agreed to go on a date with him behind the bike shed. Unfortunately he was seven, so I had to confiscate everything; imagine the great romance I killed.” Katya laughed and gave Trixie one of the salmon hors d'oeuvres from her plate.

“Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, destroyer of hearts.”

***

Courtney stood with Adore and Tati, telling them all about her encounter that morning with Willam. She still didn’t know quite what to make of the boy. It wasn’t the first time she’d been on the receiving end of such eager advances, but there was something a bit off about it. Courtney couldn’t exactly put her finger on it.

“I mean, the roses were really sweet, you know?” she said. “And anyone who likes Sólseturstríðsmenn has to be at least a little awesome, right?”

“Totally!” Adore enthused.

“Eh, I don’t know.” Tati sipped her cocktail. “He sounds pretty creepy to me.”

“He doesn’t feel creepy. Just a bit…” Courtney searched for the right word, but found herself at a loss. “He’s just really different from all the guys I’ve dated before. But like, considering my history, maybe that’s a good thing.”

“I’ll say! Remember we used to call you the Douche Magnet?” Adore laughed.

“Yeah, I loved that,” Courtney told her, grimacing. “And one date can’t hurt, right?”

“Carpe diem, bitch!” Adore agreed, then began waving excitedly to someone over Courtney’s shoulder. “B!”

Courtney turned to see Adore’s sister, Bianca, approaching them. She’d only met Bianca twice before, but of course she knew all about her: how she was one of the most powerful women in New York, how she took care of Adore, basically like a second mother. And how, in spite of being siblings, she was as unlike Adore as night and day.

Adore was tall and lanky, with an easy laugh and charmingly youthful demeanor. She managed to look cool with randomly thrown-together outfits and messy hair that told the world she didn’t give a fuck.

Bianca, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more of a perfectionist. Every detail of her appearance was intentional, from her elaborate updo with not a hair out of place, to the pressed seams on her perfectly tailored designer clothes, the blue dress she was wearing today fitting her like a glove, hugging every curve--another difference from Adore. As she wrapped her arm around her little sister’s waist, Courtney saw clearly just how different they looked, Bianca smaller and curvier, with rounded hips, a tiny waist, and a bigger chest than Adore’s. Much bigger, Courtney couldn’t help but notice, accentuated by her low neckline.

It wasn’t until Adore spoke next that Courtney caught herself staring, a blush rising to her cheeks as she looked up quickly to Bianca’s face, brown eyes staring directly into hers, dimples appearing in her cheeks as she smiled.

“B, you remember my friends, Tatianna…”

Tati grinned, sticking out her hand, thrilled to be meeting the famous editor-in-chief.

“Hi! Omigod, it’s such an honor to finally meet you-”

“Yeah, hi,” Bianca said, giving her a cursory pat on the shoulder, her eyes never leaving Courtney’s.

“...and Courtney.”

“Hey.” Courtney managed a smile in spite of her painfully hot cheeks, praying that she didn’t embarrass herself in front of this important woman.

“Hi there. I hear you’re working at Galactica,” Bianca said.

“Yeah, about a month now.”

“Impressive.”

“Thank you.” A thrill rippled down Courtney’s spine. That was the first time anyone who meant anything had implied that what she was doing was something to be proud of. Knowing that she’d made even the slightest impression on Bianca made her feel invincible.

“You’re in Fame’s office, right?” Bianca’s head cocked slightly to the side, and Courtney felt a little bit of that familiar dread creep into her stomach, praying that she didn’t seem anything other than grateful to be working for Miss Fame.

“Yes. I’m her second assistant.” She forced another smile.

“In that case, I think we better get you a stronger drink,” Bianca said, with a conspiratorial wink and another flash of those dimples.

Courtney bit her lip. The light shade at her boss made her feel special, almost like they had a secret between them. Bianca was one of Fame’s best friends, but unlike Adore, she was also a work colleague. So it made sense that she had a bit more insight into the way she ran her office. Of course, if Courtney agreed too enthusiastically, there was a chance that she’d ruin this very tentative new alliance, so instead she just giggled charmingly and shook her head.

“That’s okay. I’m still technically on the clock, and I have to work tomorrow, so...better stick with this thimbleful of champagne.” She held up her glass, lashes fluttering.

“Very responsible,” Bianca said, then turned to Adore and asked, “How is she your friend?”

“Opposites attract?” Adore guessed.

“Humanity is a rich tapestry,” Courtney added, taking a delicate sip of her champagne as Bianca cackled gleefully.

“That it is.” She held Courtney’s gaze for a few more moments, before noticing someone nearby flagging her and sighing slightly, turning to Adore with an eye roll. “I guess I better go work the room some more. We still on for Saturday?” she asked, giving Adore another squeeze.

“If you’re paying, I’m there!” Adore agreed cheerfully, accepting a kiss on the cheek.

“Perfect.” Bianca turned back to Courtney. “Nice seeing you again.”

“Yeah, you too,” Courtney said, swallowing. All this focused attention was making her feel a bit lightheaded.

“Bye kiddos, have fun. But not too much!”

“No promises!” called Adore.

“Byee,” Courtney breathed, watching her leave, a strangely wistful feeling curling in her stomach. She took another sip of her drink, wondering what it was she was feeling...she supposed it was mostly envy, which made her a bit ashamed. As much as she loved her best friend, she had to admit that right now, she couldn’t help but be jealous that she had Bianca in her life, a constant and reassuring presence supporting everything she did. After all, how different would Courtney’s life be if her brother had even a tenth of the influence or respect (or money) that Bianca had? She shook the thought out of her mind, sighing slightly. It was no use wishing for something that wasn’t possible.

She was so buried in her own thoughts that she completely missed the pointed look that Adore and Tati exchanged over her head, nodding distractedly when Tati announced that she was getting another drink.

***

The party was going well. Very well. Violet was leaning against a wall, an empty and clean champagne glass in her hand. She had nicked it from one of the party planners, the women out mingling with the party guests, the only thing singling them out the clear plastic earpieces all of them wore.

Violet was keeping an eye on Fame, her boss looking like a vision in white. On anyone else, it would have looked bridal, but Fame always managed to carry herself with grace, wisdom and dignity like an aura around her.

Violet felt a presence besides her, someone sliding in right next to her, the scent of tobacco and cedarwood catching her nose.

“Hello lovely eyes.”

“Hey,” Violet turned her head, unable to help the smile blooming on her lips, and the sense of pride that settled in the bottom of her stomach.

He leaned in for a kiss, and even though Violet hesitated for just a second, she couldn’t resist the siren call, the fact that she was in public be damned.

“Mmh-” Sutan broke their kiss, a smirk on his lips. Violet smiled, and turned her head. “You look gorgeous.”

Violet had gotten dressed in the bathroom, changing from her daytime look and into something appropriate for a night out. It had been a bit of a struggle, but she had managed, her hair twirled into a French twist that she hoped suited the soft lilac of her dress.

“I could say the same to you.” The praise was an absolute understatement, Sutan looking downright hot in a perfectly fitted suit, an ochre shirt causing his skin to practically glow.

“So-” Sutan leaned back against the wall, apparently more than content to hang out on the edge of the party, no one looking their way. “Have you had a good day?”

Viole wasn’t sure if it was good, trying to predict Fame’s mood when she was outside of the office even harder than normal, but it was Fashion Week, and that meant she could withstand any challenge.

“Yeah, and you?”

“No major emergencies.” Sutan pushed a gentle elbow into her side, and Violet could see the smile on his face. He was obviously teasing her, mischief in his eyes, but Violet also knew how fast things could go sour when models were involved, the girl who had torn a dress thankfully not one of Sutan’s hires.

“Really all we can aim for.”

Sutan chuckled, and Violet felt that heat return, her stomach doing a pleasant flop.

“Can I get you a drink?” Sutan nodded to Violet’s empty glass. She shot a quick glance at Fame, her boss completely caught up in conversation, a bright smile on her face, Patrick at her side, and Violet decided to take the chance, to actually give in to Sutan’s temptations for once.

“I’d like that.”

***

“Well, we’ve done it again!” Raja exclaimed, one arm tight around Raven’s waist as she toasted her friends.

“Cheers!” Raven cried, clinging to her fiancée as everyone clinked their glasses, her hair still smelling like the spray the makeup team always preferred.

It had taken forever to get everyone together in the bar, to take a moment with her nearest and dearest, but as Raja looked around, the hassle had been absolutely worth it.

“Cheers indeed.” Fame giggled, already adorably tipsy on champagne and adrenaline. “Thank you so much for all of your support...”

Raja took a moment, a little afraid that Fame would start crying, finishing a collection always exhausting her, but she didn’t have to worry.

“Like we have a choice, Blondie,” Bianca joked as she joined the group, tugging lightly on Fame’s hair.

“On a personal note, I’m a little sad that no models fell off the runway or tripped on their hems where we could see them,” said Detox, earning some side-eye from his wife, Juju giving him that warning look before he quickly added, “But I’m super proud of you. Great show.”

Raja smiled, looking around at her friend’s gorgeous faces, before realizing that her brother was nowhere to be found.

Where was Sutan?

***

“Nh-” Violet bit her lip, swallowing a moan as Sutan placed a kiss against her neck, his stumble scratching her in the most delicious way.

She hadn’t seen Sutan all week, his touch just as good as she remembered it, the temptation to fall into him and disappear almost too great to withstand.

If you asked Violet how she had ended up tucked away in a dark corner on the building's patio, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to answer. Sutan had asked if she wanted to go outside, his hand in hers before she had made up her mind. There were people up there, the faint sound of chatter almost reaching her ears, but it didn’t feel like it mattered, Violet completely lost to the world.

“Ah” Violet gasped, her fingers desperately tightening, grabbing the fabric of Sutan’s jacket. “Please-”

“Mmh?”

Violet could practically feel the smirk, Sutan humming against her skin.

“Feels good?”

It felt good, very, very good.

Violet was practically in a daze, Sutan’s touch so very pleasant, but then, she felt fingers on her neck, fingertips brushing her skin as Sutan reached up, up, up.

“No-” Violet grabbed Sutan’s wrist, stopping him inches from her head. “Don’t touch my hair.”

There was still a chance she’d have to be presentable, still a risk Fame would call on her. She had reacted without thinking, Sutan looking at her, and for a minute, Violet worried if he would get mad, but then, he chuckled, his face breaking into a smile.

“Of course, lovely eyes.”

***

Pearl strolled through the party, wondering how much longer she had to walk around engaging in small talk and sipping on weak cocktails before she could leave. One of her friends had tweeted about a new club in Queens and she was hoping to check it out, but she really wanted to go home and change first.

Pearl knew she looked good in her skin tight black dress, but she knew that she’d look even better in the slutty cropped number she had at home.

She glanced at the exit.

Would Fame get upset if she left? She had made an appearance, so what more could she be expected to do?

Pearl made her way towards the door, giving the cursory smiles and waves as she went, when someone caught her eye. Adore Delano was standing with a couple of girls at a cocktail table, gazing at her longingly, cheeks immediately turning a deep red when Pearl gave her a smile in return.

When Pearl first met Adore, she’d seemed so young, and it was easy to dismiss her as a sweet kid. Sure, she flirted harmlessly with her, but nothing ever went beyond that. But the way she was eyeing her up at the moment, Pearl couldn’t help thinking what a fun little adventure she’d be. For all her bravado and tough girl front, Pearl had a sneaking suspicion that she could quite easily be reduced to a whimpering, needy mess.

She approached the group, slipping in beside Adore to say hello.

“Hi, Pearl!” Courtney said cheerfully.

“Hey, Courtney.” Pearl could feel Adore shift beside her, but decided to hold off on giving her any attention for a moment, concentrating on her friend. “People are totally obsessed with that picture of you from Monday.”

“Really?!” Courtney squealed, her eyes lighting up.

“It was cute,” Pearl said, amused by how easily excitable her young coworker was. “We should do it again some time.”

Courtney’s mouth dropped open.

“Sure!” she said.

Pearl then shifted her gaze to Adore, touching her wrist lightly.

“Hi, Adore.”

“Hiii,” Adore breathed. “Um...can I buy you a drink?”

“It’s an open bar,” Courtney pointed out, and Adore elbowed her in the ribs. Seeming to catch on to the situation, Courtney cleared her throat and grabbed the hand of their other friend, saying, “You know what? I need to go introduce Tati to...uh...Max!”

She yanked the girl away, leaving Pearl alone with Adore, fingers still lingering on her wrist.

“So, um…” Adore swallowed. “Drink?”

“I have a better idea,” Pearl said, leaning in close to say, “My friend just told me about a party in Queens, and I was gonna head there now. Wanna join?”

Adore nodded, hypnotized. She threw back the rest of her drink and slung her mini-backpack over her shoulder.

“Thanks for the invite,” she said, lashes fluttering.

Pearl grinned, telling her, “You can thank me later,” and tossing in a wink for good measure.

Adore opened her mouth, but nothing came out except the cutest little sigh. Oh yeah. She was going to be fun.

***

“Max!”

Max turned around, a plate of finger foods in hand. He spotted Courtney, the girl bouncing as she came towards him, her blonde hair now a candy floss pink.

“Hello Courtney.”

“This is my friend-” Courtney pulled someone forward, “Tatianna Santolini. She’s a model.”

Max wasn’t surprised in the least. Tatianna was the perfect height, slim, but not unhealthy, the slight muscles in her arms promising a hidden strength. Her skin was a wonderful caramel, her eyes a lovely hazel.

“Courtney!” Tatianna pushed her friend, a smile on her lips, and Max saw that her teeth checked out too, her smile bright and perfectly in place. “I’m not a model.”

“You’re not?” Max was confused, a girl that was that pretty and apparently also humble in Manhattan a rare occurrence.

“Yet!” Courtney held up a finger. “She just moved here.”

“Ah.” That made a lot more sense. “Do you have any potentials?”

“Potentials?” Tatianna looked like she didn’t understand him, and Max realised that she was really and truly not a model.

“Know what?” Max looked at her. “Let me take your picture. I know someone who’d be very interested.”

***

Adore was in absolute heaven, pressed up against Pearl on the dance floor, the crush of bodies around them forcing them to stay close. They’d taken some Molly when they arrived, and were now blissfully rolling, the electricity of the music pumping through Adore’s blood.

Pearl’s breath against her cheek felt amazing, and Adore rubbed against her, face seeking out the warmth of her neck. When they finally kissed, Adore thought she might swoon, her entire body tingling with pleasure.

“You’re so fucking hot…” Adore said, and Pearl laughed, taking Adore’s face in her hands and looking her up and down.

“Look who’s talking,” said Pearl, and Adore pressed in closer, feeling her knees start to buckle.

What little that remained of Adore’s self-control had dissolved by now, and she gripped Pearl’s waist tightly, hips rutting against her.

“I need you,” she whimpered.

Pearl smiled--a slow, lazy smirk spreading across her face like the cat that caught the canary. “Oh yeah? Then I guess we should get out of here…”

***

Fame bit her lip. Her feet ached, her dress was uncomfortable, her hairstyle hurt and even though she was tipsy, she was cold.

The only thing that made the wait bearable was the fact that Patrick was with her, both Violet and Courtney gone when Fame had felt ready to call for a car.

The Galactica party had gone well, the night living up to her expectations, but Fame was tired, and she wanted to go home.

“Uh! Taxi-” Fame held out her hand, but the yellow car went right by her, causing her to swear loudly.

Before she had realized what she was doing, her Louboutin was already off, Fame’s brain more than ready to throw the shoe after the car, but Patrick wrapped his arms around her.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Patrick laughed and took the shoe from her. Fame blushed, holding onto Patrick so her stocking wouldn’t get soiled on the pavement. “We’ll get the next one.”

***

The way Adore’s breath hitched in her throat as Pearl leaned in to kiss her neck was adorable.

Adore was all puffy lips, heavy eyes and the most buttery soft skin Pearl had felt in a long time. What began as a fun little experiment--how quickly could she reduce her to a whimpering mess--quickly became an even more exciting challenge.

How long could she keep her on the edge, clawing desperately at Pearl’s shoulders, moaning in blissful agony? The way she begged shamelessly, dripping wet all over Pearl’s fingers, was so sexy that Pearl could have come herself.

“Please, please, Pearl…”

Pearl silenced her with a kiss, biting gently on her perfect upper lip, tongue teasing her mouth open.

“Careful, baby...don’t come until I say so.”

Pearl’s fingers slowed, thumb first brushing lightly against her clit, then pressing down on it, making her cry out, hips desperately rocking back onto Pearl’s hand.

“Please, oh God, please.”

“Not yet.”

Pearl smiled and twisted her fingers, working even faster.

Adore was gasping now, little tits bouncing with each breath, purple hair fanned out over the pillow, skin glistening with sweat, and it made Pearl want to lick her all over.

“Hold on, honey,” she whispered into Adore’s neck, “Just a bit longer. You can do it for me.”

Pearl laughed as Adore whined; she loved the power she had when a girl was breaking apart in her hands, even if her arm was cramping and her jaw ached from the two orgasms she had already wrung out of her. Pearl might not be a saint, but she never left a girl unsatisfied.

Adore, bless her, was not going to last much longer. She was tense and rolling her hips to meet every thrust of Pearl’s hand. Her nails raked down Pearl’s back, fingers digging into her ass, panting. As Pearl looked into her desperate, unfocused eyes, she decided to have mercy on her.

“Okay.”

Pearl curled her fingers forward, stroking her g spot, thumb rubbing her clit in vigorous circles.

Adore groaned as she came, hips pumping frantically before slumping against her, still gasping for air.

Pearl eased her fingers out, stroking her gently as she came down, finding the bruises she’d left on her neck and licking them softly.

“Good girl,” she said, chuckling against her skin, damp with sweat.

“Fuuuuuck…” Adore sighed, and Pearl laughed some more, nuzzling into her neck.

Not normally much of a cuddler, Pearl would usually leave right after fucking a girl, but there was something charming about the way Adore immediately wrapped her long arms and legs around Pearl’s body. As she tangled their limbs together, her purple hair tickling Pearl’s nose, Pearl found herself relaxing into the younger girl’s soft flannel sheets. One night wouldn’t kill her.

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Electrical Disturbance, Ch. III

Chapter 3 of "Electrical Disturbance," a Rockman (Dr. Chou Numbers universe) fan fiction story. Random trivia: The first page of this chapter was originally the last page of Chapter 2. Then, I went and revised things. 'tis for the better, n'yes.

I have to confess something. This story wasn't originally meant to go in this direction. Actually, it was going to be a nice, calm, boring story about Joseph and Kaitlin chillin' out at his house which would, eventually, lead to them getting cozy. However, I got a sudden spark of inspiration while writing Chapter 1, which led to the events of Chapter 2. Then, while writing this chapter… well… another unexpected thing happened and I rolled with it. Actually, I think most of this story ended up being spontaneous, knee-jerk choices, ha hah~

Word count: 4,335 – Character count: 24,994 Originally written: July 18th, 2020

After her less-than-successful battle, Kaitlin finds herself wondering just who she really is…

Thomas Right, Roll, Elecman, “Rockman,” and related characters and concepts created by various people and © Capcom Co, Ltd. "Dr. Chou Numbers" concept and related characters and concepts created by and © Jussy Kaitlin/Thundergirl created by and © KaitlinEXE

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“I shouldn’t’ve held back… What kind’a hero holds back in a crisis…?” “One that deeply cares about their friends, Thundergirl.”

After fulfilling Elecman’s request, Kaitlin called Roll and had her teleport the two of them back to Right Labs – though, outside the main building, since they were both a bit waterlogged. Once they were dried-and-drained, Kaitlin brought Elecman into the main lab where Dr. Thomas Right – the world’s leading roboticist and all-around nice guy – was waiting.

“I should’a went full-force!” she scolded herself after hearing the doctor’s comments. “I should’a just called down the thunder ‘n–” “It’s good that you didn’t. Elecman is in a rather fragile state…” “What–?!” The girl hopped off a workbench where she was sitting and practically ran over to the doctor. There, he showed her the damage…

“Wha– what happened?” Her hands came over her mouth. “I didn’t do that… did I?!” “No.” Dr. Right shook his head. “I believe Elecman put up a fight before Albert was able to reprogram him. It looks as though Albert neglected to repair him after that scrap…” “I-is he gonna be alright?!” “Calm yourself, Thundergirl…” The man smiled as he stroked his beard. “His body can be repaired and, according to initial scans, his original programming and memories are intact.” “O-oh… Oh, good…” After hearing that, Kaitlin finally let herself settle down. As she slowly walked back to the other table, she heard the good doctor continue.

“Once he’s stable,” he said, “I’ll take a look at you – with your permission, of course.” “I feel fine! Surprisingly…” The girl-hero rubbed the back of her head, thinking it over. “Actually, yeah. He prob’ly burnt out a circuit. Or, knocked something loose…” The girl quietly clutched her side, remembering when he kicked the crap out of her. “Man… Elecman sure got mean when he was mad at me! Ow…” “Albert’s viral code removes an android’s inhibitions, opening them to new possibilities,” Dr. Right explained. “Part of Elecman’s core personality is egotism and indulgence. You said that you had made him mad, yes?” The girl nervously laughed. “A little…” “I imagine that by angering him, you damaged his ego. In his virus-warped mind, the only way to save face was by… well…” “Kickin’ and shockin’ me almost t’ death?” Kaitlin asked with a grin. “Under normal circumstances, he is much more reserved,” Right continued as he started the repair process. “You must have significantly embarrassed him.” “I prob’ly just annoyed him,” she confessed. “I got a little cocky…” “Mm.” The girl tilted her head. It seemed like Dr. Right didn’t have anything to say to that. “Hey, I’m gonna head out, okay?” When he failed to offer a reply to that… she shrugged and simply left without a word. He’ll call me back when he’s done fixin’ Elecman… Prob’ly.

The heroic robot girl walked into the living room of the Right Labs compound, that afternoon, her hands behind her head and eyes pointed at the ceiling. She was a little lost-in-thought, trying to figure out where the fight with Elecman went wrong.

Okay, so. I got teleported in at the base’a the dam. Prob’ly should’a called that in. Had’a fight off all the small fries on th’ way up, so I was worn out when I got there… Then, I decided not t’ use my full strength when I fought Elecman ‘cause… ‘cause, he’s cool. She very-faintly blushed, the corner of her mouth twitching. Maaan… the only one who got embarrassed in that fight was me…! “Kaitlin? Kaitlin!” “Huh?” Kaitlin turned her head, then blinked. “Oh. Hey, Roll.” Standing behind her was the blond-haired girl she was mimicking earlier that day. Of course, she was wearing her new favorite outfit – the hoodie-dress with funky shoe-boots – rather than her plain, red dress… which only reinforced Kaitlin’s opinion that she’d made a mistake on what to wear for her surprise visit to her boyfriend. “Sheesh… Today’s just not my day…”

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that, Kaitlin…” The brunette smiled as Roll softly hugged her from behind. “Eh, live-and-learn,” she said, giving Roll’s arm a little squeeze. “If I ever get into a fight with Elecman, again, I’ll kick his a– butt and not the other way ‘round!” “He kicked your butt?” Roll stepped back, blinking. “But… I thought you won…?” “It was… kind of a draw? Actually…” Kaitlin turned around. Next, she brought a hand up, pushing a button on her visor. It withdrew from sight. Finally turned to face Roll, directly. “It was more like ‘victory but forfeit.’” The other girl grinned, putting her hands on her hips. “You made him give up, huh?” “No-no-no…” Kaitlin waved her hands. “Elecman gave up all on his own.” “I’m not sure I understand…” Roll smiled. “Tell me about it? I’ll make us some tea!” “Can I get a cocoa, instead?” “Sure!”

The two shared a smile, then Kaitlin followed Roll into the kitchen. There, she told her blond friend all the details of how she fought Elecman to a standstill… which is to say, how she humiliated herself by show-boating and holding back, then dumped them both in the Hoover Dam reservoir where neither of them could hurt anyone, much less each other.

“Wow…” By the end of the story, Roll was frowning right alongside Kaitlin. The girl-hero was simply disappointed in herself. The housekeeper, however… “You did what you thought was right and there’s nothing wrong with that!” She just couldn’t help but support her friend’s decisions.

“Elecman almost blew up the dam and took us both out for good, Roll!” Kaitlin exclaimed with a scowl. “All because I didn’t take the fight seriously!” “It’s okay!” Roll brightly smiled as she said, “You were trying to save Elecman, not destroy him! I’m sure if you were an evil Wily ‘bot and he had to fight you, he’d do the same!” Kaitlin… nervously laughed at the idea. Oh, if you only knew, Roll… “No, Roll,” the brunette said. “I didn’t take the fight seriously because I’m a dumb kid who thought she could bat her eyelashes and sass-talk her enemy into giving up…” “You say that like it’s a bad thing…” Roll chuckled. “And… when I couldn’t persuade him to stop being bad, I still didn’t wanna hurt him!” “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” “But, oh. But, oh. Little did I realize that Elecman wanted to hurt me!” “He was under Wily’s control, though!” “Exactly!”

Kaitlin banged her fist against the table, startling Roll. When the cheerful girl looked up, the woeful one looked away in shame. “Sorry…” she whispered. “I know ya don’t like rowdy behavior in the house.” “It’s okay, Kaitlin…” Roll rose, then she put her hands over Kaitlin’s and offered a compassionate smile. “I know how you feel!” “Heh. I kind’a doubt it, but I appreciate the vote’a confidence.” Kaitlin took a sip of her cocoa… before she caught sight of something that made her stare. Roll’s green eyes were locked onto hers… and they were full of sadness.

“Did… you do somethin’ with your eyes?” Kaitlin asked, casually looking away. “Didn’t they used t’ be blue?” “I had a toggle installed…” Roll sniffled after her reply. Then, after rubbing her face, she cleared her throat. “Kaitlin… Every time Rock goes out there to fight bad-guys, he has to go through the exact same things you did, today.” “I’m sure he does…” “Kaitlin!” The girl-hero nearly snorted her cocoa in surprise. When she looked back over at Roll, the girl was glaring at her with weepy eyes.

“Rock never-ever wants to hurt anyone! Every Robot Master he fights could be a friend! Some of them even are friends…! He tries and he tries, begging… pleading them not to fight… not to do bad things… but every single time he fights one… it always ends the same way…” Roll brought her hands up, locking her fingers together over her chest in silent prayer. “Every time Wily tries to conquer the world, Rock comes home a mess! He doesn’t know what to do with himself… He wants to be angry, or he wants to curl up in a ball, or he wants to cry, but he can’t!” “Is it ‘cause he wasn’t built with that ability?” Kaitlin half-heartedly joked. The other girl flinched as Roll brought her hands down onto the table, making it rattle. “It’s because Rock is a hero, and heroes don’t cry, Kaitlin!

“Heroes like Rock can’t show any kind of weakness – especially not in front of the bad-guys… Rock has to keep moving forward when he really wants to run away! Rock has to keep a stiff-upper-lip when he really wants to cry! Rock has to… has to blast robots when all he really wants to do is make them happy! Rock believes there’s goodness… kindness… in everyone – even that jerk, Doctor Wily! I’m not so sure, myself… but I believe in Rock! So… so, if Rock believes that humans and robots can be friends and live in peace… so do I! And… and if you don’t understand that, then… well… I feel sorry for you!!” Kaitlin blinked a couple of times and Roll suddenly stormed out of the kitchen. She didn’t know if her friend was disappointed or simply disgusted with her… but either way, she was feeling even lower than before. I knew Rock had it hard… she thought as she sipped her cocoa, but I had no idea he had it that hard… She paused, considering something… I wonder if a hug from two girls would make his day better? Actually… She chuckled, then. I could use a hug, myself… Kaitlin finished her cocoa all alone, then. In her mind… it was probably better that way. I can never be a hero like Rockman…

Sometime after her conversation with Roll, Dr. Right called the hero back into the lab. “I have good news,” he said as she walked in and walked over. “Did Wily decide to pack it up and head home?” Kaitlin asked as a joke. “No, but I like your optimism.” She blushed a little as the doctor patted her head. It felt kind of patronizing, but she knew that was just how he was. “Actually, the good news has to do with Elecman!” She perked. “What about Elecman?” “Yes, Doctor. What about Elecman?” Kaitlin blinked at the new voice, then turned to meet it. All-at-once, her face lit up. Standing right there, good-as-new, was… “E-Elecman!!”

Before she could stop herself, she practically leaped at the robot, giving him a big hug around the shoulders. Elecman awkwardly returned the hug… at least somewhat. Then… “Um… thank you. Can you, um, let go, now? Please?” When she realized what she was doing… she practically leaped right back off. “I-I’m so sorry!” she apologized, covering her mouth and blushing. Then, after a moment more… she turned morose and repeated, “I’m so sorry…” “I’m not entirely sure what all has transpired while I was under the effects of Wily’s heinous reprogramming,” Elecman said with a confused look, “but… perhaps I should be the one apologizing to you?” “What?” Kaitlin blinked, again, as Elecman knelt and took her gloved hand into his. “I regret making such a lovely young lady worry about my well-being. And… I am filled with the deepest sorrow, knowing that I was forced to engage her in mortal combat, and it greatly bothers me to think that I could have turned your sunny smile into a frightful frown…”

As Elecman stood back up, Kaitlin covered her mouth with her free hand, her face… a rather noticeable shade of crimson. She was pretty thankful Elecman didn’t try and kiss her hand, otherwise… she might’ve popped like an overheated thermometer! It was more-than-enough that he was on bent knee, saying such sweet things and apologizing! When he smiled, afterward… she was pretty sure she felt her heart skip a beat. Say something… say something cool, stupid!! she internally shouted at herself. But, when she moved her hand and opened her mouth… “Fwah… guh… bwah…?” Nothing coherent came out. “Indeed.” It got a quiet chuckle out of Elecman… Dammit…! Which made her completely hide her face with both hands. She felt so embarrassed…

“Doctor Right.” The masked robot turned his attention to the doctor. “Thank you for repairing me. I will try and use less flashy tactics when engaging the forces of the nefarious Doctor Wily, next time.” “I’m just relieved the damage wasn’t more extensive!” The doctor smiled. “Between your fight with Albert’s forces and your skirmish with Thundergirl–” The girl nervously squeaked upon hearing her name. “– I think you have more-than-earned a rest.” “Is Wily’s operation still ongoing?” “Yes, but–” “Then, I have further work to do.” Dr. Right frowned… only to nod. “Roll will send you where you’re needed…” he said with a mix of understanding and regret. “Please, do be careful…” “I’ll buy an Energy Can from Rightot before I go, Doctor.” That brought some small relief to the elderly man’s face. “Oh! Before I depart, I should like to make one small request, if I may?” “What is it?” Elecman smiled, looking over his shoulder. Kaitlin, who was peeking out from between her fingers at him, immediately hid her face, again. “I want you to give my biggest fan the utmost of care,” he said, casually strolling away. “When all this is over… I want to see her bright, smiling face light up the night sky, once more.” Kaitlin made a weird, croaky kind of noise… Her heart was racing, her head was steaming, and in a way, she actually kind of felt… embarrassed, too. Elecman was laying it on super-thick. Was he always like that…? She kind of liked the attention, but wow… was it a lot. “I’ll give her as much attention as she requires,” Dr. Right chuckled. “I promise.” “Excellent. And, upon my glorious return… I shall give her the attention she deserves!” He looked back at the Kaitlin one last time and smiled, smiling as she squeaked, again. “Adieu! Adieu. ‘til next we meet, my lovely heroine! Fare thee well!” As much as Kaitlin liked hearing her favorite Robot Master shower her with praise… she was kind of thankful he’d left when he did. She was pretty sure one more compliment would’ve pushed her over the edge and made her faint. That wouldn’t have been very heroic…

“This should be a fairly standard process,” the doctor said after she’d had time to calm herself. “Lie down on the examination table, please, and I’ll run some scans on your chassis.” “O–” she squeaked, still feeling a little overcome. “O-okay…!” The white-haired man waited for Kaitlin to lay back and get into position. Once she was ready, he plugged her into his computer and began the tests…

“Mm-hmm… mm-hmm… Your core temperature is a little high – though… Elecman tends to have that effect on robots he likes.” She blushed and looked away, really wishing the doctor hadn’t acknowledged that… “Internal systems look… oh. Oh, dear.” “Wh– what?” “It seems that… Elecman has caused you some serious harm…” She knew what he meant, but felt a little flustered, again. “Most of your primary systems are offline and almost all of your backup systems are active and running at maximum capacity. Thundergirl, if I might ask… just what happened?” “You don’t wanna know,” she dismissively told him, not wanting to repeat her story. “This is quite important.” He turned toward her with a smile. “As your doctor, it’s sometimes necessary to know this sort of information to properly diagnose–” “Ugh, fine! If you need it…”

“Oh, dear… I see…” By the time Kaitlin was done regaling the doctor with how Elecman kicked her butt… and back, sides, head… and practically fried her like overcooked bacon… he was shaking his head and making a lot of tongue-clicking noises. “Tell me, Thundergirl… do you feel any abnormalities?” “Well, no…” she answered. “I feel a little slower than usual, but otherwise…?” “Given that you’re running on backup systems… secondary and tertiary, in some cases…” he quietly added, “that’s to be expected. What about your memory functions?” “I guess my brain’s in workin’ order? But… how would I know it’s not? I am an amnesiac, after all,” she told him with a chuckle. “That is… a fair point. Yeesss… yes, now that I think of it, you declined a backup of your vital data the last time you were here. I have nothing to compare your current memory to…” “Honestly, all I care about is gettin’ patched-up so I can try my luck with some other Robot Master… who isn’t Elecman…” the girl muttered in addendum. “The repairs to your primary systems could take quite some time…” “Wha’?” She sat up, looking at the doctor. “How long’s ‘quite some time?’” He stroked his beard, thinking about it. “No less than five days, I would say… And, that’s only if I don’t find anything else.” “Hrrnnn…” The girl flopped back and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to be out-of-commission for five minutes, much less five days! But, the doctor seemed really worried about her, so… “Alright,” she sighed. “Put me under and pop me open. I guess.” “Are you certain?” “Yup,” she said with a nod. “Do it to it, Doc!” “Okay…” He took a deep breath. “I shall revive you once it’s all over…” –––––

“– dergirl? Thundergirl? Are you activated?” “What…? Yeah, yeah, I’m awake… “Good, good… I–” “One thing. Who’s talkin’ at me? Also… where am I?” “Oh. Oh, dear… I was afraid of this…”

Kaitlin groaned, rubbing her eyes before blinking them. She sat up, then, and looked around. As far as she could tell… she wasn’t anywhere she’d usually be. Which was to say… it didn’t look like any of the rooms inside Wily Castle. The voice that spoke also didn’t sound like Dr. Wily or any of his robots… Actually, it kind of sounded like… “Doctor Right! Is Kaitlin okay?”

The girl blinked, again, before she found her focus. Standing off to one side of the room was a man of below-average height and above-average facial hair. He kind of looked like Santa Claus… except smaller and rounder. He also wore a lot more white than Santa does, she noted. “Doctor… Right…?” she called. “Welcome back, Kaitlin!” She looked to the doctor’s side and noticed a smaller form smiling up at her. The figure was, presumably, female, if the long, blond hair and girly, red hoodie-dress was any indication. She was probably a younger girl, too, considering the lack of curves. As she looked closer, though, she slowly recalled… “Hey… aren’t you Roll?” “Well, yeah! Did you forget?” When the blond girl giggled, the other android narrowed her eyes. “And, you’re… Dr. Right?” she said, focusing on the first figure. “Dr. Thomas Right…?” “That’s right…” he said with a nod. “I am Thomas Right.” “You’re Roll… and you’re Right…” Roll tilted her head. Dr. Right had looked away… “If you’re Roll and you’re Right… then… I’m outta here!!”

Before either party could react, Kaitlin jumped up and made a bolt for the door! Just as she thought she was home-free, though… “Goodness! Where are you off to in such a hurry?” She was stopped by a taller figure in a black body-suit and angular, yellow mask. “Oh, sh– you’re… you’re…!” The girl paused, blinking. “Er… which one are you, again?” “Who am I?” The figure scoffed. “I, the thunderous Elecman, found the time to come to visit my number one fan, Thundergirl, after her repairs… only for her to toss me aside like a burnt-out fuse! Hmph! How very ungrateful…!” “Elecman,” the doctor called, “Thundergirl is going through some–” “Why do you keep calling me– oh, never mind… Outta the way, big-boots!” “Hey!!” Elecman narrowed his eyes as Kaitlin barged by him. “You ungrateful, rude…” “Stop her!” “‘Stop her?’” The man-in-black blinked, then he spun around. “Um… stop?” Of course… Kaitlin was already long-gone from the area, by then.

“Okay… okay…”

The brown-haired girl ran through unfamiliar hallways, scared-and-confused, desperately trying to find a door that led outside. As she scouted, she also thought out loud.

“I’m lost… I dunno where I am… I’m not sure where I’m not… and… and…” She slowed, stopped, then backpedaled after passing a big mirror. “I’m wearin’ somethin’ way weird. What the heck is this stuff?”

The girl looking back at her didn’t look like one she recognized. Rather than the expected denim dress and lavender T-shirt, she was wearing what looked like big, clunky, yellow boots and black yoga pants – not unlike that funny-talking guy’s – a purple chest-piece with a red collar and shoulder “wings,” matching sleeves that ended in gold cuffs, thick, red-metal bracelets and fingerless gloves, a pair of white ear-pieces, and a purple beret. The chest-piece and beret both had a little lightning bolt on them, she also noticed.

“Is this… battle armor? What… why am I wearin’ battle armor? Where’s my dress…?” She put a finger to one earpiece, flinched, yanked it off, then touched her bare ear. “Dress, dress, dress… Huh, I don’t remember this outfit… what is– waaah!!” A light engulfed the girl and, just like that, her outfit was replaced by something a bit more casual.

“Th-this isn’t my dress, either… but it does look pretty snazzy!” She posed, fanning one arm and the opposite leg out as she admired herself. Rather than her expected dress, she wore a long-sleeved, pink T-shirt under a purple mini-hoodie with gold trim, a pair of black shorts, and white socks with two blue stripes near the top, and comfy, yellow sneakers with white energy ports on the sides. “I guess Papa Wily upgraded me in my sleep…” She giggled a little. “He let me keep my sneaks, too! Anyway, let’s see… Dress, dress, dress– ah! Here it is!”

Once again, she was bathed in light. When it faded, though… “Waaaaah…?!” She was horrified by what she saw!

“Wh… why do I have this outfit?!” she asked her reflection as if expecting an answer. The new outfit on her body was an exact duplicate of that housekeeping robot’s usual, red dress, complete with matching metal Mary-Janes. “W-well… at least I don’t have that dorky bow in my hair… b-but, wah!” She shook her head. “This is terrible! Red is not my color!” One more spin through her internal Quick-Change Module’s menu and she was back in the hoodie and shorts. “This’ll have t’ do ‘til I can get back home to Wily Castle… Oh, gosh, Dad’s gonna be so mad at me… I–” “I found her!!” “What?! Oh, no!!”

Kaitlin looked to her left. While she’d spent all that time changing, Roll had found her. She was quick to resume fleeing… though at a significantly higher speed than before, somehow! “Wow…!” She beamed as her feet carried her faster than she expected. “I guess Papa Wily did give me an upgrade! I feel light-as-a-feather! Speedy-as-a-hawk! Quick-as-a-lick! Or… something like that. Try ‘n catch me now, Right ‘bot!” She turned her head, putting her thumb to her nose and razzing the blond-haired girl as she gave chase. When Kaitlin turned back, she went wide-eyed… “Wuh-oh!” The guy in the black suit was in her way.

“Come to me, my dear ingrate!” he said with a harsh grin. “Let us return you to the doctor!” “You want me?” She smirked. “Gotta catch me, first!” Without really knowing why, she hit the deck, dropping onto her back. Strangely enough… ports on her feet flipped open at that exact moment, shooting out a burst of air and, unexpectedly, she found herself sliding right through that weirdo’s long legs! “Holy…!” she cried as she pushed herself back into a standing – or, running – position. “Coolio!! Was it my birthday, or somethin’? Papa really tricked me out!”

The girl beamed as she continued running through what she eventually figured out was the Right House. Which was to say… she realized that she was in the home of her dad’s hated rival in science! “I should cause mischief, while I’m here…” she thought on her feet, “but I dunno where the front door is, yet. Maybe, I’ll knock over a lamp or crook-ify a painting on the way out… That’ll teach ‘em not to kidnap me!”

The chase continued for a solid five minutes, Kaitlin quickly darting, dodging, bobbling, and weaving around any-and-all obstacles and people in her way. However, when she heard Dr. Right tell Elecman specifically not to hurt her… she knew she had the full run of the place.

“Not the nesting dolls!” Roll cried as Kaitlin grabbed them from a shelf and started throwing them in random directions. “That was a gift from Kalinka!” “Watch the vase!” Elecman wailed as he ran to catch it after Kaitlin bumped it off its stand. “That was a gift from a more appreciative fan than you!” “Please, put those bills down!” Unfortunately, Dr. Right was helpless to stop Kaitlin from tossing a bunch of mail around the room, scattering both envelope and contents all over. “Kaitlin, stop!” Roll screamed as Kaitlin threw down a lamp and knocked over some unlit candles. “This isn’t very heroic, you know…!” “I am a hero!” was Kaitlin’s reply. “I’m fighting your tyranny the only way I know how!” “What are you talking about?! Ack, get out of the– nooo, all the coats…!!” “You Right-‘bots kidnaped me!” Kaitlin shouted as she hurled coats and jackets out of a nearby closet. “You stole me from my dad and my family! My dad hates you, and so do I!!” “Your dad…?” the blond girl asked as she started picking the garments up. Kaitlin stopped in he tracks and turned to face everyone. Then, she said the worst-possible-thing she could have… “I’m Dr. Wily’s housekeeper – Special Wily Number error: Kaitlin!!”

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Threesome [Hoseok x Reader]

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened // m.list

Genre: Smut // Fisting // Dirty talk // Oral (fem.)

Summary: You mentioned you had a boyfriend. Maybe write something about you guys having some kind of threesome with J-Hope (my bias). I think that I'll extremely cute as well hot, maybe he would like it as well. Anyways thanks for the hard work and hope you have a nice day. :)

WC: 3.5k

A/N: Tbh I showed my boyfriend, and he was like “Go for it. I have nothing against it.” and now here we are. Thank you for your lovely comment, it seriously means the world to me. I will have a lovely evening, and you shall as well too.

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“You’re honestly considering this?” You questioned, your boyfriend leaning against the breakfast counter. You shot him a look that was a mixture of confusion and desire. He was stripped to nothing but his tight boxers that hugged his thighs. He, much to your amusement and annoyance started to work out more often. Giving him more of a reason for you to fondle over him as every day, he grew more into a masterpiece.

Carter shrugged his shoulders at you. His dyed blond hair sweeping across his eyes as he continued to shove his peanut butter and toast into his mouth. This conversation you were having was brought up by your devilishly handsome boyfriend. He suggested to invite his friend over for a threesome, but you didn’t particularly enjoy sharing him.

He said that it could make the bedroom life hotter and maybe even try new things out. Carter wasn’t much of the possessive type; honestly, he was the exact opposite. He could care less who you hung out with because your heart belongs solely to him. He was the type of man you had been looking for your entire life, and now he was starting to suggest things that you were interested yet terrified with.

“I mean, I don’t think Hobi would object.” If Carter could see you now, he would ultimately start laughing. Out of all the people he could have considered, it had to be Hoseok. The talented, handsome dancer who, if it weren’t for you dating Carter, you would fall in between his sheets. He stood just a little taller than your boyfriend and had beautiful brown eyes.

His hair was usually styled over his eyebrows, but sometimes was drawn up and exposing his forehead. When he danced, it was like he was drawing everyone’s attention in and keeping it there. The way his body would move to the beats often made you fantasize about him. Before Carter could move to face you, your jaw shut instantly. Cheeks blazing with heat as you glanced down at your fingers.

Ultimately fumbling with them as you didn’t really understand where he was going with this. Carter had mentioned that if you weren’t comfortable with having someone else in bed that he wouldn’t pressure you into doing so. Nor would he bring it up ever again. Instead, Carter just wanted to get your opinion on this and see where it would land him.

“C’ mon [Y/n],” he spoke, turning around, finally facing you. Bits of crumbs hung to the corners of his mouth as his devilish smirk still rested upon his lips. “Just think about it okay?” he finished swiftly moving himself over and bringing a hand under his chin. You dart your gaze away from his beautiful sea-green eyes, unable to look at them directly.

He could get you to agree to anything with just one sorrowful glance. You huffed again, crossing your arms over your chest as your cheeks puffed out. How Carter loved seeing as it made you look younger than you usually wear. He gave a little smirk, leaning in and kissing your forehead as you silently answered him.

You knew if Carter got his way, you wouldn’t hear the end of it...

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In the end, your boyfriend eventually got the end of it. How he somehow convinced you that everything would be alright and you would have fun was honestly a mystery. You scowled at yourself, thinking the situation was a little out of your comfort zone.

But you couldn’t really deny that you were interested in it. Instead, you were surprised that Hoseok agreed to it at all in the first place. It wasn’t like he was coming in and destroying your relationship. Instead, he was coming in and making things a little more interesting in the bedroom between you two. Not that Carter didn’t do well in bed, but you both wanted to try something new.

And Carter so happened to be interested in having another person in bed. You bit your lower lip, careful not to smug the already perfect lipstick painted on. Your eyes flickered towards the mirror again, taking your painted mask once again. Foundation mixed with other products lied carefully on your face. Highlighter illuminated the places that you needed it the most as your eyes were done in neutral colors.

Bringing out your naturally beautiful eyes. Tonight, you decided to wear your hair down, letting some of the natural waves gracefully fall over your shoulders. Turning in your chair, you crossed your legs as you looked down at the netting sprawled across your thighs. Out of all the things Carter could have chosen, it had to be the fishnets.

The wrapped around your flesh, ending at your feet. Some even torn from how Carter had handled them before. You flushed at the thought, your makeup making it harder to see your pink cheeks under. Standing, you fixed his baggy button-up, making sure everything was in place. Carter had gone down to grab Hoseok, explaining to him exactly what he had you not too long ago.

“This is all going to be consensual,” Carter explains, pressing a few kisses on your forehead. He knew how your anxiety worked when new things were placed in front of you. It didn’t help that you were already over-worrying about tonight’s events and how it would shape your relationship with Hoseok. “If you don’t feel comfortable throughout the entire process, we will stop at once. Okay, pumpkin?” he whispers squeezing your arm before releasing as you once again gave him a silent answer.

You scratched the top of your head now. Mind still buzzing from the recent conversation you had with Carter. When Hoseok got here, it would be awkward at first as you didn’t exactly know how to start one of these. Then, you began pacing back and forth before hearing your apartment, doorknob twist. Craning your head to the sound, you quickly scrambled out of your bedroom.

Since your apartment wasn’t too large, it meant that certain sounds traveled faster. And it also said that getting from point a to point b was rather quick for you as you now stood in your living room. Hoseok was the first to walk in, his heart shape smile spread as he was laughing with his friend.

Tonight, Hoseok wore a light tee that had a rather large v-neck. It ended at the tops of his collar, revealing some of his beautiful olive skin underneath. His jeans were tight-fitted, and he wore some rings his right hand. They looked expensive from where you stood, but you didn’t want to ask him.

He quickly shoved his oxfords off, then pushed back his bangs. You sucked in air, head-turning to the side as you hadn’t realized how affected you were by him. Yes, you had always thought Hoseok was beautifully handsome, but you weren’t really bothered by him before. Now that you were going to be sharing the same sheets with him, your dirty fantasies come to life.

Oh, how you always wondered how his lips would feel against your skin. How his plump lips and dirty tongue would touch in places, they shouldn’t have. Just the thought of it made you start to throb in between your legs. Especially so when he finally turned his attention, and his eyebrows rose.

“You’ve got her out here like a sitting duck eh Car?” Hoseok teases pushing on his friend’s arm as he shuts and locks the door. Carter grunts, you imagined that he rolled his eyes but had a faint smile on his lips. Once more, you brought your mouth back into your teeth, biting gently as you shifted your weight onto one side.

“I haven’t been waiting for long,” you muse sweeping your foot behind you, making your body shift again. Both men watched as the shirt pulled and changed in your small movements. They noticed how now, your nipples started to harden and poke through the fabric just a little. You watched as their eyes darkened and they both looked like they wanted to devour you.

“How are we going to do this?” Carter questions, his voice dropping into a low murmur, one that made your stomach turn into knots.

“I think we should both have a turn at pleasing her,” Hoseok suggests tipping his head to the side. “Make her orgasm as much as possible before the real fun begins.” at the word “fun” Hoseok’s eyes brightened and widened before going back to what they usually were. You quickly turned your head towards Carter, the idea of making his grin turn deadlier.

“I like that,” pausing for a split second. “Very much.” his tongue sweeping across his lower lip as both men approach you.

You took a step back as they approached, putting your hands up. They ultimately stopped, both men curious as to what you had to say. But, you really didn’t have much to say in the first place. They hadn’t decided who was going first and preferred to know who was going to make you orgasm. When they saw some kind of look in your eye, that’s when Hoseok turned to face Carter now. It seemed like the two of them were having a silent conversation with their eyes before breaking and approaching you again.

Carter moves just slightly to the side, Hoseok reaching out to take your hand. He guides you close, Carter watching him like a hawk. You soon realized that it was Hoseok who was going first, and you started to shake just a little. It wasn’t until you felt a sturdy pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to his body.

“Everything is going to be alright,” he whispers, leaning in to close the space between you. Hoseok’s kiss was tender at first. Allowing you to adjust to his presence before it becomes feverish. Pressing you harder against his chest as his hands were wandering into places you had only thought about in your dreams.

His slim fingers trickled down your back, sending sparks wherever they touched. You shivered, arching yourself into them as you felt a sharpness against your lower lip. He was biting you, and oh gods, did you enjoy it. Hoseok soon broke your feverish kiss. Pulling back to swipe his tongue disconnecting the string between you two. He attacks your skin against your jaw. Sending kisses and bites across the smooth surface.

Distracting you from his goal, which was between your legs. He grunts, head pulling back to shifting to look now at Carter. “You never told me she was this wet,” he muses, pressing the pad of his finger into your soaked underwear.

“She usually gets pretty excited even before I begin to touch her.” Carter answers. Since your back was towards him, you could only imagine that he was shrugging at his friend. That nonchalance attitude of his was really going to land him with -

“Oh gods!” you murmur feeling Hoseok push the fabric to the side and slip one finger inside. He wiggles it, your limbs shaking as your grip upon his shirt tightened. He grunts once again, removing the digit to swiftly move your legs around his waist.

“I think it would be much easier in the bedroom, don’t you Car?” already moving past his friend and into your shared room. Carter once again shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Your eyes drifted down to him since your head was popping up over Hoseok’s shoulders now.

You could see that he was aroused. Just by how his expression grew and even the pinched tent in between his legs. Before you were lying on the bed, you saw Carter swing his leg over his office chair that sat in the corner. He pressed his chest to the back end, leaning himself against it in a position that you found oddly charming.

“Eyes on me,” Hoseok mentions setting you down and hot fingers climbing up your thighs. You give a whimper, watching as Hoseok comes dangerously close to your folds. He smirks once again, spreading your legs as he continues his previous statement. “I don’t particularly enjoy when all the attention isn’t on me,” he mumbles, his breath hitting your skin as goosebumps being to claw to the surface.

Without another word, Hoseok lowers his head. He removes your underwear with quick grace, it makes you wonder who he learned it from, or how he learned it in the first place. He doesn’t even bring it down all the way before attacking you once again. Peppering kisses against your skin, even on your thighs as he bites down.

His tongue pokes out at one point, sending chills up your spine as he drags it in between your folds and up to your clit. Where he spends the most time-devouring you. Licking each and every inch as your body and mind explode in heat and lust. Each moan was muffled by your hands, only to soon be released as Carter was next to you.

His big hands wrapping around your wrists and pulling them back. “I don’t think it’s nice to hide such a pretty voice from us.” he purrs eyes brightening only to darken when you gasp. Hoseok pushes two fingers inside, stretching your walls. He opens them, then closes as he proceeds to curl them upwards.

Pressing them into your sensitive nerves as he begins to pump so agonizingly slow. You arch your body, wiggle your hips, and plea with Hoseok to stop teasing you. His head lifts from in between your legs, another gasp leaves as the sight itself, making your body tremble again. Whenever Hoseok would smile, his lips would turn into a heart. Now, it turns into a crooked lustful grin a he got you right where he wanted.

They both did as it seemed like they had this planned out from the beginning. “That’s cute darling,” Carter spoke tilting your head to face him as he bends down. Leaning his face in, he tips his head once again humming just a little. “Begging for another man...” he pauses Hoseok pressing a harsh bite to the inside of your thigh, causing you to drag out a moan.

“She’s such a little slut now isn’t she?” he ponders to his friend who gives your clit quick attention with his tongue. His fingers still moving at the pace they were before, your lips trembling and hips always moving as you tried to find the right spot.

“One of the biggest Car,” Hoseok answers now probing a third inside. “Look at her pussy, how it easily takes me.” The feeling of being filled makes you moan out again, pushing your breasts upwards for Carter to lean in and bite at your nipples.

“You know Hoseok,” Carter mentions against your skin, planting a few more kisses as he then continues with his thought. “If her pussy is that loose, why don’t you try fisting her hm?” Your head whips up from where it was, eyes almost bulging out of your skull. Fisting?! You had once tried that with Carter, but since his fist was just a little too giant, he was afraid of hurting you. Hoseok had the same size fist, but his fingers were more extended and slimmer. You could imagine that he could possibly try, but you were just a little afraid. However, your fear didn’t stop you as you were more interested than anything else.

Instead, Hoseok only grinned at your reaction and simply agreed with Carter. He removes his fingers, saying that he needed lube to do so since he didn’t want to hurt you. As Hoseok left, you whined slightly since your source of pleasure left. But that didn't stop your boyfriend from teasing and pulling at your nipples.

You never did enjoy boob play before your boyfriend. But the way his lips danced across your skin, fingers twisting and pulling at your nipples, make you almost completely forget that Hoseok was watching. Your head bowed towards him, eyes glassy as you needed some kind of attention again. Carter purrs, noticing your reaction as one hand slipped in between your legs.

Two digits pressed against your clit, moving them in a slow circle to keep you stimulated. Your hips bucked upwards, wanting to receive more attention from him. But at last, it wasn’t for long as it seemed both men tried to tease you as much as possible. Leaving you hanging on their every string as it became apparent that you could cum at any given moment.

When Hoseok returned, he was all set to go. Slowly moving two fingers inside of you once again. You didn’t catch his gaze as Carter had held yours. Soon, the space between you two closed and he was kissing you. Stealing all your attention from the man in between your legs. But, the kiss wasn’t enough to distract you from the friction in between.

Two turned into three, which turned into four. You felt your walls start to stretch as Hoseok gave his fingers and your body time to adjust to them. Your mind was swirling with such dirty thoughts that you could keep up when Hoseok murmured that he was going to push his fist in. You spread your legs almost instinctively, his fist moving in slowly.

“Oh, fuck!” You groaned throwing your head back as you felt him inside. Your hips wiggled against him, dying for his fist to move inside of you. How could he make you feel so powerless but so good at the same time?

“Yes, baby?” Carter whispers, pressing a deadly kiss against the corner of your mouth. Hoseok hums against your skin, the vibration of it all making you groan once again.

“Look at this Car,” Hoseok murmurs, now taking your boyfriend’s attention away. Carter moves towards his friend, a high pitched hum escaping his lips as you pushed back on Hoseok’s fist once he started to move. Gods, you didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want his fist to even move. The feeling was indescribable as it all came down to you want him. You need him, and now you begging both of them to stop teasing you.

“Aw, what a pretty little bitch.” Hoseok purrs once again, his first turn inside as he pumps it extremely hard. You cry out, fists gripping the sheets your knuckles turning bright white.

“I can’t believe she took you,” Carter says tutting. “She really is a little slut, isn’t she?” their conversation making your cheeks flush as you felt your lips tremble again. Carter’s hand came up to press against your clit, once again giving you slow circles as Hoseok’s fist, which was fast and hard, contrasted it.

Your thighs began to tremble at the new sensation. Gods, they were going to drive out nuts if they -

You thought process slowed as you get the knot in your stomach completely tear. Stars were beginning to cross your vision as you bucked into them. One hand released itself from its grip on the bed, ultimately covering your lips. You cried into it, eyes squeezing shut as you felt any and all energy escape from your body. Your orgasm was the biggest you had ever given anyone, and you could have sworn that you did more than just orgasm.

You heard the boys murmuring something, but you couldn’t entirely understand it at first. When you came too again, you realized that they were now looking at you. Eyes darker than before and both hands and part of their shirts wet. You blinked a couple of times, noting that you had not only just orgasmed.

You had squirted as well too. You quickly shifted yourself on the bed, pure embarrassment stuck to your face as their lips formed into a smirk. Carter started a deep laugh, one that came from his belly and created that oh so familiar knot in your stomach.

“We’re not done with you yet kitten.” he purrs, reaching out to grasp your ankle, Hoseok taking the other and pulling you back.

“Just because you had your fun doesn’t mean we get to have ours.” he protests the corners of his mouth hitting his eyelids. If this was just the beginning...what was the end going to be like?

You couldn’t keep that thought forever as they only continued with their plans.

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