#{/so! i decided to brush through for the sake of answering that last ask and m a n}

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

please do one where they were like in a secret relationship and one day reader went live for her fans and idk maybe Tom walked in and now the secret's out. It's up to you how you go abt it. Have a nice day!!

Caught in 4k || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

A/n: Anon you read my mind.... I had this idea sitting in my drafts for quite some time!

Warnings: none!

Wc: 983

Divider by @pommecita

You stir in your sleep when you feel light kisses on your arm. "Good morning, love," He says, his morning voice making you smile as you turn around and place a kiss on his cheek, a smile adorning his lips. His arms wrap themselves around your waist as you both lay still, neither wanting to pull away from the embrace.

"I'm going to go for a shower," You say against his neck, his hands coming to your hips as he massages them. "Can I join?" His tone teasing as you consider the idea. "I fear if you do, we won't make it out of the bathroom for quite a bit," A smirk forms on his lips as you get out of bed, his hand still clinging to yours.

"I don't mind!" He calls out as you flip him off, not bothering to turn around as you shut the door behind you. After the calming shower, you wrap your body in a fluffy white towel as you squeeze out the excess water from your hair, letting it air dry.

You start to brush your teeth as you hear the bathroom door opening. Tom enters in only his boxers as he makes his way to you, arms wrapping around your towel cladded body as you lean back against him. You smile at him through the reflection you mouth frothy with the toothpaste as he smiles back at you.

You bend over to spit out the toothpaste as Tom pretends to fuck you from behind as laughs erupt from your mouth. You lean back up, slapping him across his chest as he smiles innocently at you. Going on your tippy toes, your arms loop around his neck and place a kiss on his lips, a few actually, as you both smile in between them.

"I feel like making pancakes, do you want blueberries or chocolate chips in yours?" You ask him whilst applying lip balm on your lips as he turns the shower on. "Chocolate chips please," He grins at you as give him a thumbs up and walk out picking out an outfit.

You pull back the curtains revealing dark clouds that littered across the sky of Brooklyn. You smile to yourself knowing today was going to full of cuddles and watching Harry Potter films with Tom. Walking down stairs, a thought plagued your mind.

You wanted to go live on Instagram as you felt as if it had been too long since the last time you did one. You leaned your phone up against a fruit bowl as you start the live. "Hey guys!" You smile as you watch thousands of people join in a matter of seconds.

You then continued to pull out the ingredients to make pancakes as you answer some of the questions that people asked. Tom walks down a few minutes later, wondering who you were talking to as your voice travelled upstairs.

He sees you in the kitchen, your back towards him as you talk about the weather. He decided to surprise you so he slowly walked up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you slightly jump. "Fucks sake, you scared me!" You sulked as Tom laughs, peppering the side of your face with kisses as your hands go up to his arms around your neck.

"Oh shit," You silently curse as you freeze, remembering you were still live on Instagram, "What?" He asks confused. You discreetly glance back and mentally face palm yourself as your phone was directly aimed at the two of you which meant that thousands of people witnessed it and most definitely concluded that you and Tom were together, which was very much the truth.

"I'm live on Insta," You whisper as you feel Tom physically pause as well, probably processing your words. He turns his head and makes eye contact with himself on your phone as he awkwardly chuckles. "Oh hey.." He trails off as you burst out laughing. "I'm going to go put a shirt on," Tom quickly says as he runs up stairs to get one.

You watch as comments blow up and you couldn't contain your smile. Everyone was going crazy as they flooded the comments with questions. You hear Tom walk back down, a shirt on his previously naked upper body as you hold out you hand and he takes is. "Well, guess it's out," He chuckles as the both of you read the comments.

Tom leans his hand against the counter as you rest your head on his arm. "Shit, I almost forgot the pancakes!" You panic as you go back to the stove and continue cooking the batter. You and Tom kept your relationship as private as you could, fans speculated that you were dating each other but nothing was confirmed, well until the live of course.

"How long have you two been together?" Tom reads out loud as you get plates for the two of you. "3 years now is it?" You say as Tom thinks about it, "Yeah, 4 years coming this September," he smiles. You come up beside him, resting your chin on your hands that were on the counter as you read through the comments, too immersed to notice that Tom was staring down at you with a huge smile on his face.

A comment mentioning how Tom is looking at you makes you look behind you, "What?" You shyly laugh as he says nothing, shaking his head. Tom takes over with making the pancakes and eventually they are done. "Well guys I'm going to end the live here and eat these pancakes with my wonderful boyfriend, bye!" You say as you end it.

You make eye contact with Tom as you both start laughing. He hugs you and kisses your forehead. "At least we don't have to keep hiding this in public anymore," He says as you agree with him.

[axelsagewrites]

Ragnar Lothbrok*Pet

Pairing: Ragnar x f!captured reader

Kinktober Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Word count: 1491

Warnings: talks of religion, religious corruption, religious guilt, teasing, heavy flirting, mini crisis of faith ig, being ragnars pet/prisoner, making out, thigh riding, smut 18+

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“She is a Christian,” Floki whispered in Ragnars ear as the pair studied the girl presented to them, “We should get rid of her, not drag her around with us. She will only slow us down,”

While Floki’s eyes bore into Ragnars skull the kings’ eyes lingered elsewhere. They had taken your village some days ago when one of his men found you hiding in the forest. The sight of you on your knees, even if it were to pray to a false god to survive, was enough to convince Ragnar.

“I should like to keep her,” he said, watching how your lips wrapped around the words you mumbled, “Untie her hands,” he commanded one of his men as Floki sighed.

“What is it with you and your Christian pets? At least keep her hands bound,” he tried to reason but Ragnar just shook his head. He knew you wouldn’t run.

A couple of weeks had passed of successful raiding and gold was beginning to pile up around him. Ragnar sat at the makeshift feast they had decided to throw after taking another village however his eyes were once again on the Christian girl who sat across from him. At first you used to flush under his gaze, a sight he enjoyed and often tried to tease out by whispering pretty words in your ear.

Ragnar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “What are you thinking about?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“That I may sleep soon. The night is growing long,”

“That is an excellent idea. Perhaps I should join you,” he said, smirking at the way you began to stutter and flush, “Tell me something. Where you married before?”

You paused for a moment before answering, “No, why?”

Ragnar shook his head, “well I heard,” he said, leaning in closer and grinning as you did the same as his voice dropped to a whisper, “that it is only the married ones who get fucked,”

“I-well-I- yes it would be a sin otherwise,” you stuttered out, face growing hot as Ragnar poured himself another glass of wine. “I’m not even supposed to talk about…that,”

“Why not?”

“It is a sin,”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

The awkward smile worn on your lips made a real one grow on his face, “Because god said so,”

“Have you spoken to god,”

“Well, no,”

“Then how do you know?” a frustrated sigh left your lips that made Ragnars grin widen. He was getting to you and enjoying every moment of it. he leaned in closer once more, whispering for your sake more than anything,” Why would a god create something so beautiful then not let you appreciate its wonders?”

“It is a sin,” you clung to the excuse, realising you did not know why either.

The laugh that left his mouth however caught you off guard and your lips twitched, almost forming a smile at the smile on his face. That was until he spoke again, “Perhaps we should sin together one time,” he said, standing and grabbing his cup of wine. Before he could leave, he sauntered over to whisper one last thing in your ear, “And the idea of you falling apart on my cock is enough to make me believe in my god,”

A few more weeks had passed and soon you would be heading back with the raiders to their land. Despite still being wary of many of the men some, Ragnar specifically, had grown on you. “Where will I stay when you take me back with you?” you asked one night as you began to brush through your hair.

Ragnar glanced at you as he began to unlace his boots. While he had unbound your hands, he had insisted on keeping you in his tent, thankfully on your own bed, thought you wondered if this was for his entertainment or safety, “I will find somewhere for you,” he answered simply before reaching to pull his shirt over his head.

Despite seeing this sight many times, the way his muscles flexed, and his tattoos gleamed against his skin made a tingle shoot through your spine. “So, I won’t be a slave? Or is it a thrall you call them?”

Ragnar paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, “You need not worry little one. I will take care of you,”

A moment passed before you allowed yourself to smile, “Thank you Ragnar,” you said and a small smile crept onto his lips as he settled himself above his sheets, his eyes scanning over you.

“Come here,” he said, nervousness washing over you, “Trust me,”

You paused at first before standing from beneath your covers. Your underdress was the only thing to cover you now as you crossed the tent. Ragnar patted the spot beside him and cautiously you sat down, picking at your thumbs. His hand closed over yours, “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said, and you just nodded as his eyes continued to study your face.

“Has anyone ever kissed you?” he whispered.

You swallowed before answering, “Once,” you said, tempted to pick at your skin but somehow resisting, “But I wasn’t very good at it,”

“Perhaps you should try again,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he moved to rest his forehead against yours.

“Perhaps you could teach me,” you whispered, a spark lighting in his eyes, “if I am to go back to your land perhaps it is time I Learned your ways,”

“All our ways?” he asked, his hand reaching over to run his fingers lightly up your thighs making you shiver, “Is that what you desire little one?”

“Would it be so wrong if I did?” you asked and the way your wide eyes gazed into his made Ragnars cock begin to harden.

His hand trailed slowly up your leg, torturously so until it arrived at your hip. You gasped when he grabbed it, pulling you over to straddle his thigh. “Ragnar- “you gasped, when he bent his leg up, propping you up on his strong thigh, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” his hands reached for your hair, pulling your lips down onto his. This was far different from the last time someone had kissed you. this was rough and needy and made whines leave your throat as one of his hands moved to your hips.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing before he began to move your hip, making you grind down onto his thigh. The way you whimpered made Ragnar wonder if Odin himself had blessed him. Ragnar guided your hips and soon your body took over, rubbing your clit against his strong thigh as his hand squeezed the flesh of your hips.

When he pulled his lips away yours chased after his making a chuckle leave them before he began to kiss down your jaw. “You don’t need to be quite little one,” he mumbled against your skin as a soft moan left your mouth, “No one will judge,”

His lips soon found the crook of your neck, kissing it in a way that made a knot in your stomach tighten. Since your hips now moved of their own accord his hands were free to travel up your frame, taking your tits in his hand and making you gasp as he squeezed them softly.

He felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the Hardened buds beneath your shift. His fingertips trailed slowly around your nipples at first, enjoying your needy whines before he finally began to roll them between his fingers.

“Oh god,” you moaned as he pinched them gently, but your words just made him want you more and groan against your skin.

It didn’t take long for a tight feeling to spread across your body, “What is happening to me?” you asked but it came out as more of a whine.

“Enjoy it little one,” Ragnar said, his lips moving to kiss your check, “Let yourself let go,” he said before your lips slammed onto his even catching yourself by surprise. Your moans allowed him to slip his tongue in, the kiss becoming messier and more desperate as you grinded against his thigh.

He felt your body jerk and Ragnar smirked into the kiss knowing what was about to happen. Your lips broke apart only for your head to fall in the crook of his shoulder, “Oh god,” you began to moan again before you felt your peak wash over you like a tidal wave.

sensing your body tensing and hips slowly Ragnar reached for your hips, moving them for you so he could watch you ride out your peak on his thigh. Curses left your lips before you finally slumped into his chest. Ragnar let out a small chuckle, letting his leg lay flat and holding you against his chest. Ragnar had defiantly made the right decision he thought.

[brailsthesmolgurl]

APPRENTICESHIP

Preview: Set back in the olden days of China, your attendance was much summoned by Master Li Shen, a renowned Medical Physician that is in need of an apprentice. Known for his stoic personality, your temperance was definitely tested. But, could there be an actual explanation behind his stoicity?

Warnings: Angst but does come with fluff (that does not actually last long heh), surprise side character oops, suggestive themes because i know chu dirty dirty (like me)

P.S: I am not a doctor, hence most of the 'medication methods' mentioned in here are for the sake of the plot and is not and shall not be implied to real life practice! Futhermore, I am not a historian so I am not the best at depicting traditional China perfectly, all of the basis of my descriptions are taken off of the Chinese dramas I used to binge on. This story was also highly inspired by this amazing artwork and the most recent memory of his! He is always known as Doctor Zayne in modern days, so why not give it an inspirational twist and make him a highly honoured doctor in the older days of Chinese history! Divider is sourced from here!

The night after the incident, y/n could not wipe off the way events had unfolded during the night where Li Shen was tending to her wounds. The feeling of staying afloat while she was unconscious, could it be Li Shen who was carrying her back to his abode? Did he found her in the alley that night when the attack had happened? Or right when it was about to happen? She had so many questions, but little to none answers.

Running on assumptions does not seem to be worth her time either so she decided to confront Li Shen about it. However, it took her more than a week to muster up the courage she needed to ask him such questions that had been bottled up in her. Back to the current moment, she was sat in the treatment room, next to Li Shen, jotting down notes on the bamboo sticks for patient records. "Your wounds are not as deep, provide this young man with some herbs. You can take it everyday and you shall see improvement."

She wrote down the herbs that would be issued to the man and propped the ink brush against the ink stone, awaiting for the ink to seep further into the bamboo slip. Li Shen had gotten up, muttering to her that he shall be in his chambers and had asked her to finish up the current patient. Much obliged, she put the bamboo slip onto the tea table and grabbed some bandages made out of woven cotton.

The patient that sat in front of her was quite a good looking young man, long silvery-white hair that flowed down to his waist neatly tucked behind his shoulders as he was sat in front of her, top peeled off for her to examine his wound. He calls himself Qin Che when he was asked for his name at the start of the treatment. The man had eyes the shade of rubies that glinted whenever he watched her focusing on applying the herb onto his wound. So, this is the girl that the physician had set his eyes on? Qin Che finds it amusing.

"If it hurts, you can tell me and I shall let you have a breather." She glanced up from his naked torso and beamed warmly. Qin Che looked down at her, nostrils hanging high when he barely felt the sting of the herbs laid on his wound. He sighed and tugged a side of his lips up in a smirk, ruby gaze dancing between her eyes and her lips. Studying his prey carefully, watching her basking within the glow of the moonlight. "Is everything okay?"

"Never better." His voice, grumbled through his torso as he replied. This prompted her to fix her gaze back to his wound. The patient's body was full of cicatrixes, some formed scars, some still healing and some newly acquired like the one she is currently treating. He might be that tough of a hunter to obtain such scars. Her trail of doubt was interrupted when she felt a pressure against the top of her head. Looking up, she noticed Qin Che has his palm sat on her head, the smirk still stuck on his face. "You're as pretty as a doe aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" She was ready to pull back but his hand shifted positions to grab her by the nape of her neck and he pulled her upwards, his strength so great that all it took was one arm to get her secured within his lap. Y/n gasped but was immediately shushed by the man whom had already pressed his lips against hers. Her hands came up to push against his chest but it was to no avail. The man is built like a rock, heavy and immobile. "S...Stop." She begged with squeaks but the man did not budge, tongue darting out to lap at her bottom lip as his other arm grabbed her by the waist to secure her within his embrace. "Please..no..."

Based off of her will, he eventually pulled back, still holding y/n on his lap and he watched her flustered emotions, her arms raising up to shield her face. But Qin Che stopped her, wanting to savour the expression she was holding for the past few minutes. "You had never been touched before, haven't you?" His voice littering goosebumps onto her delicate skin. "Now I know why Li Shen was willing to leave you alone in the same room as me." She sensed betrayal, as if she was pawned off to a stranger for mere entertainment. Yet, she could not believe that Li Shen would do this to her. However, she could not even put a finger on what was going on in his head most of the time so who is she to assume that he may not have bad motives towards her?

Her mind is starting to be overwhelmed, hands turning cold, head still bowed low to avoid the intense gaze of the man with scarlet orbs. "He wouldn't do that." Her lips muttered what her conscience wants to believe but Qin Che only removed her off of his lap and he stood up, his height much taller than Li Shen's, making him much more intimidating. "You're lying." She could sense his presence, that same overwhelming aura she had gotten the moment she had entered the room. Fingers gripped under her chin and her head was tilted upwards, eyeing the man with the half naked torso, and a wicked smile on his handsome face.

"A pretty flower like you do not deserve to be deserted within such barren lands." He released his grip on her chin and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. His gaze seemingly had softened under the flickers of the candlelight. "It has been my pleasure to see you my princess. I look forward to our next meeting." His hands retracted, leaving the burning sensation behind as a mark. Pulling on his top, he secured it with a knot and he grabbed the sword that he had placed leaning against the wall. When he turned, she caught sight of his waist tag.

The small and compact identification tag was carved out of jadeite jade, the sheen of green unnaturally brighter within the shine of the moonlight. In this day and age, waist tags identity one's status, family lineage and also their wealth. Jadeite tags marks as one of the most influential beings within a nation and the fact that Qin Che has one, it enshrouds her small mind even more. This man is not an ordinary hunter as what she had figured, he is a scion. Her lips could not utter anything, for she had pieced the explanation for his aura, his scars, his attitude and his sword together and now had grown to be more wary of him.

Out of respect, she kowtowed, forehead pressed tightly against the back of her hands. The man sauntered over to her and she closed her eyes, anticipating any forms of physical contact that she does not even have the strength to fight against but it did not came. Instead, the man served her a command. "Fear me not, for I will come back for you, my flower." He ran his hands smoothly down the back of her head till he reached her nape and he knelt down on one knee, whispering into her ear, his breath batting against the shell of her ear. "Next time, I'm afraid I might not hold back my desires on you."

Li Shen got up from his seated position and headed over towards the patient room that y/n was last seen in. He was wondering why she has yet to bring by the patient records for storage. Sliding the doors open with a thud as it came to a stop, he was taken aback with the sight of her on the floor, hair once in a bun now unkempt, flowing down her back with ends meeting and spreaded out on the floor. Her dress was slightly crumpled and she was caught staring into the expanse of the cold hard floors. His heart faltered yet again.

"Y/n." He leaned down to her, lightly tapping her shoulder to elicit a response. Y/n's head turned as her name was called out and he could make out that she had been crying, with streaks of moisture on her cheeks that glistened under the moonlight and her eyes that was unwilling to meet his. "Did something happened between you and the patient while I was gone? Did he do something to you?"

Her lips quivered, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes when Li Shen asked her about her wellbeing. The sense of betrayal had blinded her with such rage that she pushed him off, making him stumbled back and sat onto the floor and he watched when she dashed out of the room. "Y/N!" He shouted for her name, pushing himself off of the floor with one arm and he started sprinting after her.

Qin Che's arrival was undue. It was in the middle of the night and the man had appeared at his doorstep, with a huge gash on the side of his hip, blood soaked through his top. He is a stranger, for Li Shen had never met someone who had looked so intimidating like him. Although blood was dripping down from the sides of his lips, he seemed unfazed by his wounds, only asking for herbs and he shall be on his way.

But Li Shen still took him in, because assessing the way his clothings were tainted red, he could have died if he were to be told to leave the premises. However, his crimson eyes got Li Shen wondering if he was the myth that was foretold by the villagers; a king who failed to be crowned due to betrayal, a forbidden king so great that he moves only within the mist, bearing bloodshot eyes like a beast and with a strong desire for revenge against the kingdom. No questions were put forth of course, as Li Shen has never been the one to pry for answers. Especially when this man may be a dangerous individual.

Leaving her alone with Qin Che however, was not a decision he made abruptly. It was observed throughout treatment, that Qin Che was too weak to make any advances hence he decided to leave her alone to finish cleaning up his wounds. Li Shen had retreated back to his own quarters to seek for any other viable herbs that he may prescribe to the man. Yet again, Li Shen's guilt hits when he spots her disheveled figure on the floor, failing to meet his gaze and now refuses to be within his vicinity.

The physician trudged through the bamboo forests seeking for her, lantern hung at the end of a long stick, grasped within his tight grip as he navigated through the forest. The skies being the only witness to the events that had unfolded, quietly mocking Li Shen's emotions by sending thunder crackling through the dark voids of the night. Rain would come soon and his heart grew wary, worried for her safety. A few more moments went by and he heard rustlings of leaves, followed by sniffles.

"Y/n?" He tried to call her name again, and the lantern lit the narrow paths ahead, till he spotted a figure squatted near the berry bushes. "Y/n..." He approached her carefully, not wanting to startle her any further and he asked. "Are you---" But trails off when he seeks her ankle peeking out from beneath her skirt, a few cuts littered on them. There are no doubts she would not be slightly hurt as she did charged out without any guidances of any lanterns. Yet again, Li Shen was relieved at least she is in one piece.

Without even seeking for her permission, the man bent down next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisting her up onto her feet. Y/N only continued sniffling, tantrum seeking defeat when she was urged to climb onto his back and she got on, holding onto the lantern to light their way home. The journey back was a bit of a distance, and the two were entertained with the choirs of frogs, chanting to welcome the rain that was about to pour. "Why did you gave me to him, alone?" She was the one who broke the silence, itching to seek for the ugly truth, or so that was what she had in mind.

"By no means I intended to. I wanted to get him another kind of herb so I was off to my room to look through my medicinal records." Li Shen explained, eyebrows now knitted together when he tried to balance himself while carrying her up a slope. "What happened in the room when I was away?"

Her voice was hushed, indicating her fear and embarassment. "He...He kissed me." The way Li Shen's body stiffened got her stamping her face against his back. The thunder had cut through the awkward silence in between them, and rain drops started to fall. The young physician looked up at the night sky, and continued his journey, not uttering anything else to combat the ongoing silence. He directed his focus towards getting them out of the rain as soon as possible.

Conversations with Li Shen were held to a minimal threshold for the next few days as there has been a spike in patients due to a common cold. Y/n was not allowed to be anywhere out of the premises of the clinic and is only allowed to treat selected patients, only females to be precise. Ever since that night, Li Shen's benevolence had been put to the test. Rejecting all patients whom had visited him during dusk and applying new rules to enforce her safety. Some may view this to be a result for his absolution, but Li Shen was put in a tight spot. In order to protect her, certain sacrifices would have to be made. His decision is perhaps absolute.

Y/n was sat at her desk, brush in her hand as she is writing a letter for her father, to bid a greeting to him as it has been a long while since she had last went home. Homesick she does feel sometimes, but ever since the new rules are applied, she felt even more lonelier than she had ever been. Small talks with Li Shen now are deliberately rarer, and she could barely muster the courage to ask his permission to allow her to go to the market with him for groceries. A knock on her door jolted her and she turned, facing the door as it slid open, revealing the man she had thought of.

Li Shen slips himself into her room, a scroll in his hand and a bag in another. "Y/n." His call for her name has always been gentle, the only time he had ever resulted to a frantic call for her name was when she ran away from him, out of his personal space, leaving him in a state of guilt and confusion. He took a seat opposite her at her desk and places the items he was holding onto the ground carefully. "I am here to discuss with you about some matters."

Setting aside her brush, she looked up at him and awaited for him to speak. Her mind wandering towards what would be the discussion this time, part of her wishing he would care for her, maybe present a change in her daily routines or maybe finally allow her to take a breather outside of the house with a much lenient curfew. But his stoic look does not look promising. "I will be discharging you back to your home town. You are no longer needed to be my assistant."

Y/n felt her world spinning, her brain hammering against her skull when he literally just verbally dismissed her. He handed the scroll, his eyes studying her shocked features, but he remained expressionless. "Was this because of what had happened? When that patient did something humiliating?" Y/n was upset when the whites of her eyes are starting to line with red veins, tears surfacing. "Or was it because I ran away and you find me to be troublesome to your operations?" She had never been so straightforward, so outspoken about herself that Li Shen is all the more convinced that she will no longer remember her past memories with him and this is the right choice for him to make. For her good and for his own to forget about her.

Reluctantly sighing, Li Shen's eyes failed to meet hers. His sanctimonious act felt like an abrasive insult towards the young woman. "Nary of your propositions affected me when I decided upon this." His hands worked on smoothing a slight crease on the shoulder of his white hanfu. "I took you in only because of your father's wish and insistent nature." And maybe I just wanted to see you again. The last sentence of his was hushed, restrained from rolling off of the tip of his tongue. "You may pack up your necessities, your carriage will be ready by tomorrow for you."

He caught her hunched figure, candle light painting warmth onto her now pallor face. The silence in between them was cut off with the sounds of toads croaking. Her small hands had scrunched onto the piece of scroll, distorting the scroll into a crooked semi circle. She looks pissed, but had uttered naught. "There is one more thing I had in my mind." Laying down the scroll in her hand, she looked up, pupils dilated as she moved closer towards Li Shen. She was expecting him to move back, to not be so keen on her invading his personal bubble but he stayed put in his spot. "What went through your mind that day, when you found me in the patient's room?"

An imaginary spotlight was placed onto the young physician, his eyes staring straight back at hers, his forest-like irises eaten by his black pupils. He opened his mouth to speak, but to his surprise, she cuts him off with a question that reeked of dourness. "Were you elated perhaps?" His eyebrows furrowed as she continued questioning him. "That you managed to pawn me off to that patient and allowing him to display such indecent manners upon me." Her torrents did not seemed unending, her laments expressed through every single word of hers. "My father gave me a choice, whether to be married to someone of royalty that he had picked for me, or to work for you. I chose you, Li Shen."

Li Shen although seemed indifferent, he felt like he was to be blamed for the guilt she is feeling. Or whatever negative emotions she has to hold onto at this very moment. "I figured it can't be a coincidence, but, having you to send me off now, maybe it was my father's plan afterall. Maybe he did got you to set me up with that patient and after what the man had done to me, I would be bound to him, for I no longer maintain the chastity of my lips." The tears finally shown themselves, trailing down her pale cheeks and dripping down the edge of her jaw. "I never thought---"

"I would not do that to you." Li Shen chimed in before she could continue, already annoyed at the accusations that were placed upon him. He himself did not know that Qin Che is a royalty, nor did he paid specific attention to his identification tag around his waist. Li Shen placed two fingers under her chin and brought her face up just high enough so he may see her. Eventhough she is crying, she still nevertheless looked ethereal to his eyes. "I'm sorry that I made you feel this way y/n. But I did not act according to your father's will to find you someone of royalty. For I am no matchmaker." His eyes traced down her tear streak, till it came to a halt at her plump lips. "In fact, your father sent you to me not only because of your apprenticeship," his voice had gotten hushed and it was like he had silenced the croaks of the toads outside of the room they were in. All y/n could hear was the sound of his gentle voice, cooing her. "but he seeks for us to be in matrimony too."

Gasping, she blinked her eyes rapidly, refusing to believe that Li Shen is supposedly going to be the one that she shall be holding matrimony with. She could not bring herself to say anything, but to only be lost within his gentle, eager gaze. Li Shen's eyes darted back to her lips, and he slowly leaned in, giving up the advices thrown by his mind as he let his conscience took over him. "That day, when I found you, I was beyond furious. I never thought seeing you in that state would take me such great willpower to hold me back from acting brashly. I had never wished for you to be in danger, y/n." His lips hovered over hers, and she could feel his slightly quickened breaths feathering against her upper lips. "I want you, y/n."

The collision of theirs lips was a burst of emotions, a canonical event that shall reshape the course of their relationship. Li Shen had held back long enough that he thought his desires were going to vanish if she were to leave him. But the longingness he felt, mixed with his desire for her love, was not a good mix and it showed through his fervent kiss. He pushed her back, hand placed behind her head to be a cushion for her as she laid back against the mat. His lips were soft, gentle and needy, lapping over hers like soft tides over the edge of the beaches. His kiss had set Qin Che off to another tier --- imposing a new threshold for y/n--- as it was slow, unrushed, emotional and it felt right for her.

After a moment, their passionate embrace was withdrawn and Li Shen leaned back slightly, a tinge of scarlet now apparent on his cheeks and tips of his ears. The kiss was abrupt and with her most recent trauma, he was not sure if she could have taken their kiss lightly. However, she seemed to be spacing out, eyes slightly narrowed, lips slightly parted and complexion mimicking his, with the scarlet blush splattered across her cheeks too. She did not seemed to be in any abnegation, but she does bear the look of someone who was flabbergasted, or more confused. “My apologies.” The physician blurted out and her eyes travelled to meet his. Engaged in an intense stare, Li Shen could feel his heart trying so hard to lurch out of his chest.

“Li Shen.” A hand on his got the thump of his heart to slow down. Hearing the way she had called out for him and judging by the way she had reacted to his kiss, Li Shen was convinced that perhaps, perchance, she might not have taken it negatively afterall. “I think I need some time.” And there goes the crack on his heart. But when her fingers wrapped around his hand, it got him to continue listening to her. “I like you Li Shen, but I think with what had happened recently, I think it would do me good to retreat back to my home and to recollect myself.” Her words were drawn out slowly, as she seeks for his understanding on her situation, for she is nervous too.

“I understand y/n.” Li Shen reassured her, using his other hand to cup one side of her cheeks. “I will give you all of the time you need, but do not wrong me for giving up on you y/n.” A small smile then appeared on his face when she placed some of her weight against his palm, with her eyes closed, seeking refugee within his warmth. “I do want to be in matrimony with you.”

Her eyes slowly opened, and her smile surfaced. Under the cadence of the candle light, the dim, warm light danced across her face akin to how the butterflies flopped in Li Shen’s belly too. Being emblazoned with the memory of her lips on his, he could no longer look forward to that kind of passionate interaction as he knew that just because he got to hold himself back this time, it may not work as he intended anymore next time. And if her chastity have to be maintained till after marriage then Li Shen would patiently await for her, no matter what it takes or how long it takes for him. “I should leave you to rest for the night, y/n.”

Leaving her in the room, knowing that she would be departing the next day gave Li Shen a heavy heart. It was so heavy that it weighed in for his footsteps, the wood beneath evolved into imaginary mud, dragging his steps into clomps and slowing him down insignificantly. Arriving at the doors leading to his chambers, he heard a shrill of a crow, followed with an ear piercing scream. Li Shen turned and started dashing his way back to her room. It was no doubt that the scream belonged to y/n. "Y/n!" He called out, slamming both of her sliding doors opened, any harder, they would have broke off of its hinges.

Standing by the edge of her window frame, Li Shen could make out the figure that invaded her space. The broad-shouldered, towering man adorns a menacing aura that Li Shen had never encountered before. When he turned, Li Shen managed to seize half of his features in the gloomy room. This is the same guy whom had laid hands on y/n, leaving her stunned within the treatment room, unable to croak even a word, and leading her to flight due to his revolting actions. There, in the shroud of darkness, stood Qin Che, bearing the pupils of a monstrous beast that gleamed red under the silver moonlight, with y/n hoisted up in his arms like a porcelain doll that shall be shattered tonight.

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THE PARENT TRAP — LHS | CHAPTER 16

synopsis: jungwon and ni-ki met each other at a summer camp and found out they were fraternal twins. this leads to events where the two ex-lovers, heeseung and yn, are reunited after 14 years by their children.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, marriage, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication

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a/n: hey loves! im BACK again with a new update and my writer's block is slowly fading away and i just finished my exams few days ago. damn almost 2 months since my last update? i sincerely apologize for everyone that has been waiting but rest assured, im planning to finish this smau this month (hopefully i actually do this) ne ways enjoy this chapter and love yall <3

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The date was decent, to say the least. The guy was nice enough to go on a blind date for the sake of his grandmother being worried about him and his love life. In order to ease her worries, he decided to go through with the date. They talked about their personal lives, such as how he wanted to start a small flower business near a school where his first love was working, while she talked about not standing up on this date as a sign of respect for him. She had also mentioned that her twin boys pushed her to go despite her initial disagreement. They had a lot of fun swapping stories, but Heeseung saw this as the two of them enjoying the date, which might lead to a deeper relationship in the future. His heart felt a tug, but at the end of the day, all he wanted was for her to be happy, even if he wasn't the reason for her smile. After all, she deserves everything this world has to offer.

Time came quickly, and after 2 hours of talking, they swapped goodbyes, and he offered to ride her home, which she declined because someone would be fetching her. She texted Heeseung to fetch her at the restaurant. As he received the message, he quickly drove to the front of the restaurant, where she was waiting for him. He opened the door for her and went back to drive her back home. The ride home was silent in comparison with their usual chat whenever they are alone. He just seemed off to her, but she can't pinpoint what the exact reason was for his demeanor. After a few minutes, she asked him to stop in an empty parking lot, which he complied with easily.

After he stopped the car, she asked him, "What's wrong, Heeseung?" to which he replied with a short response of "I'm okay, don't worry about me," but she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She explained that he was acting different after he fetched her, but he kept brushing off the fact that he was just tired. Her persistence never stopped, and he angrily told her, "Fine, I'm jealous. I saw you two in the restaurant laughing and having fun, and I felt jealous. For the longest time, I still love you. My feelings for you never changed after so many years. I tried to forget you and ventured to date a few years ago, but they will never be you. I longed for you, Yn. But seeing you smiling and laughing with other men made me feel that perhaps you have indeed moved on and I should move on as well." He kept talking, but she gave him a kiss to silent him.

The kiss felt like electricity running through their skin; it felt like their first kiss all over again. A kiss that is full of love, in which he responded back with a more firm kiss back towards her, filled with longing. He had longed for her for so many years, and the kiss proved it. After a few minutes, she pulled away to take a breath. She stared at his face as she examined his reaction. Before he could even respond, she spoke up. "I love you too, Heeseung. No need to be jealous over a man like him. We just talked about him wanting to build a small flower shop near the school where his first love was working. I even talked about you and the boys to him. He opened my eyes and made me realize that all I ever want is to be with you and our boys. I won't want to change any of that; I have longed for you. I want you back in my life, my love," she said as she placed a firm kiss on his lips.

He was too speechless to respond to anything, but he hugged her tightly in his embrace. He can't believe that the woman he always loved still loved him after so many years, and it wasn't a one-sided feeling the entire time. He started the car again and told her that they would be going to their old hangout spot. He wanted some alone time with her before they went back home. They stopped in a small park where they had always gone when they were teenagers. A night spent with her was all he needed to feel at ease. After all, his home has always been hers.

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Enticing 31 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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It was late in the afternoon. Harry was still in his office. He had planned to leave earlier, but as always issues had surfaced in the office.

“This is wrong” Harry exhaled as he read over the contract that had been drafted. He ran his hand across his prickly face. He was still getting used to the new sensation. At first, it was because he was too depressed to shave. He was not motivated to get ready or look sharp.

A few weeks ago, Harry had looked at himself in the mirror and hadn’t been able to recognize himself.  His life was a mess. His routine had gone out the window and the company was paying for his absence. Then, Harry realized that she was never coming back. He realized that he needed to accept it. He needed to accept that he had lost her forever. Harry allowed himself a few more minutes to mourn their relationship before getting into the shower and putting on a new suit.

“What is William thinking? Has he gone over this?” Harry asked Andrew as he flipped through the pages. William’s company had redacted the contract and all the information was mismatched to what they had previously discussed at a meeting. Harry couldn’t sign it.

“I believe he has” Andrew answered as he scrolled down the email to which the document had been attached to. The email had been sent from William’s email and had been signed already on his behalf.

“Get me a car” Harry ordered.

“But sir, you have a meeting scheduled in twenty minutes” Andrew reminded him, to which Harry brushed off with his hand.

“I am sure they can wait for me. I’ll be very quick. I just need to discuss this with him” Harry got up from the seat and button his blazer before slipping on his trench coat. “Tell them that I had another meeting, and it is running late. Call me when they all get settled in the conference room”.

“Yes sir” Andrew nodded as he opened the door for him. “Would you like me to order dinner?” He could tell that they would be working until late. Harry had missed a lot. There was multiple unfinished business, that he had to go through.

Andrew was only glad to see him out of his apartment. Andrew was sad to know that he had given up on Y/N. However, he could understand why he had decided to let her go. Harry had a son and a company with hundredths of employees, and he needed to move on. He had a bunch of people to take care of and the thought of her obstructed him from fulfilling his duties.  He obviously looked different, but it suited him. The slight beard made him look much older and serious, but there wasn’t anything that Harry couldn’t pull off. He was an attractive man and there was no denying it.

“That would be wonderful. Order something for yourself too” Harry said as he left.

William’s office was just a few blocks away from Harry’s. Harry could have walked there, but the day was so cold and so rainy that it was the last thing he desired to do. As usual, there were tons of traffic which gave him the opportunity to answer some emails and check up on Oliver and the new nanny through the apartment cameras.

Oliver was sitting in his brand-new highchair while the nanny looked like she was preparing a bottle in the kitchen. Harry decided to not move to the new apartment. He was still paying the rent for it, but he wasn’t ready to move in. He was also not ready to let go of it. Harry knew it was something that he needed to do, but it wasn’t a priority.

“Thank you” He thanked his driver as he got himself out of the car. He made sure that he hadn’t left his phone or the contract before entering the building. “Good morning,” Harry said to the receptionist.

“Mr. Styles! It’s good to see you! We weren’t expecting you” Mia walked up to the phone. “Let me announce you.”

“Something came up. It will only be a few minutes” Mia only nodded and gained him access to the elevators. “Thank you,” he said to her as he walked past security and waited for the elevator. He smiled at her, one last time before getting in.

“What are you doing here?” William questioned him as soon as the doors from the elevator opened on his floor. Mia had called him that he was coming up which had gotten him on his feet right away.

“Came here to talk about the contract that you just sent to me. It’s all badly written” He frowned as he pulled the contract up and handed it to him. “I was just about to sign it when I realized the numbers didn’t match what we had discussed.” William looked over his shoulder and nodded at his words. “What’s going on?” Harry asked confused about his erratic behavior.

“Nothing. Everything is fine” William said as he took the documents. “I’ll look over them. Anything else?”

“No—”

“Alright! I am sure you are busy!” William requested an elevator for Harry.

“William! What the hell is going on with you!” Harry finally exclaimed, “Why are you kicking me out?” He asked as William basically pushed him into the elevator.

Before any of them could share any other words. The clicking of a pair of heels interrupted them. It was Y/N, walking down the hallway and on her way to her office, holding a fresh cup of coffee. She wore a tight dress that showed the few months of pregnancy that she had experienced on her own.

“Y/N?” Harry asked as he pushed himself away from William. Her expression of utter shock, and her watery eyes, let Harry know that she wasn’t happy to see him.

“Harry” Her voice broke as she gripped the cup of coffee tighter to her body. “What are you doing here?” She asked as her hands went down to her low abdomen, trying her best to hide her small, but evident bump.

“I came here to talk to William. I didn’t know you were working already” Harry’s eyes move down to her stomach, but quickly move back up to her face. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He exhaled loudly and tried his best not to demand answers. Harry could tell that she was only a few months ahead. “Congratulations”.

“Thank you” She softly smiled at him. Y/N was surprised by his temper and how calm he looked.  She expected him to start yelling and making the floor shake. “It’s good to see you”. She said before she could stop herself.

“You look perfect” He smiled but held his tongue from asking who was the father. She blushed, but still kept her distance. “Can we speak privately? Harry asked noticing the multiple people that were watching their interaction.

“I-I am currently busy. I have a meeting.” Y/N explained, nervous about what he might say to her behind doors.

“I understand. Maybe for dinner?” Harry suggested he could understand that she no longer had the same schedule as before. Y/N was now an executive which meant she was busier than ever.

“Harry. I —” He could tell that she was going to decline his invitation. Therefore, he interrupted her.

“Then schedule me a meeting for tomorrow” he dictated. Y/N tried her best not to smile. “Should I get in contact with your assistant?” Harry asked noticing that he was causing her to smile. The dynamics were now different.

“That would be fine” She nodded, “I’ll see you soon then,” Y/N said just before heading into her office. Her heart was racing, and she needed to decompress. The last thing that she had imagined that she would be doing that day, would be speaking to him.

Harry smiled and asked for the elevator. He no longer needed to speak with William. His day had turned dramatically. He was obviously extremely nervous about what might have been revealed during their meeting. William got into the elevator with him before the doors closed.

“Harry —”

“How long?” He interrupted him.

“Three months or so” Harry hummed and looked down at his watch. “She asked me not to tell you, Harry. She begged and cried”. William explained he knew that he had messed up. William had always claimed that his loyalty always lay with Harry. Unfortunately, his silence proved him otherwise.

“If she is pregnant with my son or daughter, and you hid it from me. I will never forgive you.” Harry said before leaving...

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Afraid- Ellie Williams (1)

Afraid- Ellie Williams (Part 1)

PART 2 -> PART 3

Backround infos you need (THIS CONTAINS TLOU 2 SPOILERS!): This takes place after Joel died, and Ellie´s revenge already started. Dina and Ellie never had a thing going on, they are just good friends, and Jesse is still alive. Still- Ellie doesn´t have contact with them- since they did not accept her leaving. (Dina and Jesse are not a couple though)- also the reader aka your perspective is described as she/her but there is no use of Y/N!

A/N: This will be a series! I hope you enjoy Part 1, and I´m terribly sorry if something doesn´t make sense, English isn´t my first language! Tell me what you think and help me to let more people see this! Enjoy now...

Chapter warnings: Mention(s) of death, mention(s) of guns/shooting, overall it can be brutal,... I think that´s it?

It was dark outside. Through the broken window I could look a bit into the distance, but without any new discovery. Never did I, or anyone, think the world would end like this. Shattered, possessed, and above all: controlled. It is difficult to explain how the world was before. I, myself, do not know. This has always been the way life goes for me, this is how it began, this is how it ends. In the midst of an apocalypse that finds no end.

I decided to get out of "my" bed. It was probably midnight, but I didn't care. As I crawled out from under the covers, I felt goosebumps brush over my body. Stupid broken window. I hated it here. I don't know about the other QZs, but I hope for everyone's sake it's better than here. Vancouver. I was born here, I live here, and I will die here. I've never seen anything else. If someone asked me now what my greatest wish is, I would probably say to finally get out of this shithole. I'm sitting here, living in a small apartment. Not mine, but my friend's. He's always working… and is almost never around. Work is also one of those messy things here…. I think FEDRA has and never had anything under control. Anyway, I got up and put on shoes. Also my dark gray jacket, the only one I own.

Just as I was about to go into the kitchen (which can't even be called a kitchen, it's way too small for that), I heard a loud scream. I quickly ran back to the (broken) window and looked out. Down on the street people were shooting. Probably the fireflies. Ironic, isn't it? I actually had hopes of becoming a part of them once. Just to get out of here.

"Turn around right fucking now." An unknown voice. I turned around and looked into the eyes of a tall brunette girl. She had a tattoo on her forearm and a gun between her hands. "I really don't want to hurt you, but I need you to tell me where your dear friend Liam is." Her words sounded harmless, however the tone of her voice could tell me that she wouldn't hesitate for a second to kill me. I took a deep breath, I didn't want to die yet despite the circumstances. "He's working," I said dryly. This answer apparently didn't please the girl at all, because she came a few steps closer. "Stupid. Who do you think he is working for right now? At this hour? For FEDRA? They're busy enough taming the fireflies." Oh. Kind of makes sense. "FEDRA doesn't care about annoying 20-year-old men who want food. So, tell me, where is he? I still have a bullet, believe me."

Automatically, I took a step back. "Leave me out of this. I hardly ever see him, I just live in an apartment with him- I don't know anything." I didn't like this situation at all. "Get on your knees," the girl said, and I obeyed- not ready to take a bullet. I knelt on the cold floor and felt goosebumps rise again, but probably it was the whole position I was in that scared me. So helpless and close to death. Yes, I wanted excitement in my life, but not like this….

"And now you listen to me. Your friend, or whatever, is working for someone who killed a person who was very important to me. So maybe if you do want to tell the truth, now is the last chance to do it." I stared up into her eyes. Her whole stature looked so frightening in the darkness. I could tell by the look in her face that she did this every day. Not sneaking up on random girls in apartments, no, killing people. Maybe she had already killed 20. Or hundreds. Or thousands… "Now fucking say something!" she screamed as she pulled on the gun to load it. Shit. I swallowed. Now I had to act smart.

Suddenly the wooden floor creaked. Steps. "What the-" Both mine and the girl's eyes darted to the door. Liam. Fuck. The brown-haired girl in front of me didn't hesitate and shot him. I saw the bullet go through his left shoulder and blood gush out of him. "NO!", I screamed. I quickly ran over to him and knelt down. "It had to be done." She wanted to leave. She pushed past and wanted to leave. No. Quickly I ran after her and grabbed her. "No. You can't barge in here and scare me to death and kill my only friend!", I cried. The tears were just running down my cheeks now. "I don't have anyone else! No one. What am I supposed to do now? You took away the only thing I had, and I thought that's how you felt, too?"

Ellie Williams POV I looked down at her, since she was quite a bit smaller than me. Pain was in her eyes…what had I done. Killing people- for Joel- had been easy. At least until now. But this time was different. I saw a girl standing in front of me who had lost the most important person in her life - just like I once had. "No." I- I was no better than Abby. "I'm- I didn't know-", I tried to continue, but I was interrupted. "Would it have made any difference if you had known? You're a murderer!" Ouch. "Believe me, whoever is the person you lost, I don't think he or she would have wanted you to be like this. You're a monster." Now I couldn't hold back my tears either. I was standing here, in a strange girl's hallway, and I was crying. Not very Ellie of me.

Reader POV Wow. I had managed to make a murderer cry. That was definitely not on my checklist. I turned around and walked back to Liam. His eyes were staring off into nowhere. We almost never talked, yet he had been important to me. Taking in a stranger just like that, as a roommate and friend, was certainly not a normal thing. I wiped the last tears from my face before simply accepting it. Sure, this may seem mean… like "Why is she getting over it so quickly?" Well… when you're used to losing everyone, eventually it doesn't surprise you anymore. Of course, the grief will always be there, but it becomes easier and easier to suppress it. I couldn't turn around and look at the girl. I couldn't. "I don't think we'll ever see each other again, and that's just fine. I don't want to see you anymore. Look, I don't even know your name. Forgive? I won't- I don't want to, but I'm going to try anyway. You don't deserve it, but I don't know your exact history. Which doesn't justify what you did, but maybe I just don't understand you. Now just go, FEDRA will be here soon, they must have heard the shot."

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I should be studying, showering, sleeping, doing literally anything else but instead, I am going to do a long post about a mentally ill blorbo because I am mentally ill myself.

SO! We all make fun of Spencer let me take my vest off and lower my gun for no reason Reid, it's a meme at this point- but that....tendency is a consequence of what I find the most fascinating about his character as a whole....his relationships- or more like, the relationships he makes up in his head.

Before I go into details I want to leave something very clear that anyone that has seen even one season of the funny cop show has noticed: Spencer is highly obsessive.

Now I am not talking about his fun little facts or that he likes star streak and doctor who obsession- those are hyperfixations, and even tho MY hyperfixation it's ruining my life, his are actually harmless and overall make him happy.

His obsessive nature had almost cost him his career, if not his life, multiple times.

If you stop to think about it in depth, why does Reid abandon all common sense when it comes to certain UnSubs, certain cases? well the most evident answer is that he projects whatever trauma of the week they decide to explore onto them- and yes, that is the nick of things. He pulled that stunt on Elephant's memory because he related to Owen's harassment story, he wanted to help Nathan because he understood being afraid of your own mind turning against you, he wanted to help Adam because he couldn't save Tobias. You get the drill- but....that is not always the case.

With the guy that Lindsey's dad murdered- Spencer didn't relate to him, he was just a piece of shit. How about Samantha? (I know there is a theory about William....doing shit to Reid when he was younger and while I can see it, for the sake of argument I will take her case into consideration) The father of the victim on "Identity"? I can name another example but this one I am going to save for last since it's the reason for me making this post-

And one can argue "Well, he is just a really nice guy" and while that is true- what I named before doesn't always apply, Spencer's compassion has a very clear, marked limit.

His relationships.

When Cyrus was killed in front of him by Morgan, Reid barely blinked- hell, he fucking SASSED him. Why? because he hurt Emily.

All sympathy he could have had for Cat before she ruined his life DESPITE kind of empathizing with her story based on what HE was going through went out of the window because she and her lil gang terrorized Penelope for months.

He felt compassion for Adam, but not for his father who he claimed was the true monster of this story in the aftermath.

When Maeve told her her ex was dead, he quickly brushed that aside to ask her if SHE was alright.

And ofc, we all know what happened in prison after his friend there was murdered.

Reid is often associated with UnSubs not only because of how his backstory aligned with their motivations (mental health issues, bullying, absent parent, losing a loved one) but because most of these crimes are passional responses- and Spencer can be extremely passional, to a point where it clouds his judgment.

Now...you might be thinking "ok that is all nice and good, but where does the obsession come into play? all that I know is that he is a cinnamon roll that loves his friends and has some really deep projection issues he really needs to work on" and you are not wrong, but what made me make this fucking thesis in the first place its something else....one of my favorite things to analyze about fictional characters in this kind of setting it's "the needs of one vs the greater good" thing.

Now let's be fr, we all as human beings will always, ALWAYS prioritize those close to us over literal strangers. Even among the best, most empathic people that is just how it is, that emotional hierarchy will always be there- what differentiates us is how much it affects our actions.

Now with a job like this, there will always be this conflict among the menbers- obviously, their families and even each other will always be a priority, but on working hours their focus HAS to be on doing their job, following the rules and just being as professional as humanly possible- even tho it sometimes kills them inside since it just doesn't feels right.

Reid actually doesn't face this debate that much- because all common sense, respect for authority and protocol goes out of the fucking window whenever he obsesses over a new blorbo lmao.

Had you heard the phrase "One death is a tragedy, a hundred is a statistic"? nothing rings more true that with Dr. Reid right here. He is able to keep his cool while touching mangled corpses and discussing all the shit that happened to them- occasionally looking horrified if it's messed up enough, but other than that he is able to keep the same level of professionalism and compartmentalization as his co-workers.

Annnnnnd then he gets to know a victim, a witness, or an unsub and the vest leaves his torso, his gun folds itself and his IQ lowers. Alot.

Let's get back to the example I put of the guy that was murdered by Lindsey's dad- in that moment he wasn't a murderer to Reid, in that moment all he saw was a teenager begging for his life and HE could be the only to save him- he couldn't. He obsessed over that instead of what the guy did and that lead him to desire to insert Diluid inside of him after 10 months of sobriety, not to mention being A BIG factor in what he does on Elephant's Memory.

"I thought I could save this one" was his response when Hotch scolded him.

Spencer literally can't forget shit. So he tries to make sure that when he knows someone, even if is on a dying moment like the mentioned UnSub, he can save them. He forms some kind of bond with someone and they stop being an face and a name adhered to his board that he is determined to save/get justice for because is his literal job and he is overall a good person. In his mind, it becomes his responsibility whenever that person it's saved, and when that crosses over obsessive territory and his job, that makes it mandatory to always put the need of the many vs the one (especially if it's an unsub) well....

It's when he spiral and puts his career/the case in jeopardy at best, and his life at worst, no to mention what that shit does to his already questionable mental health.

In the second ep of the tenth season, Reid confesses to Morgan that after killing the LDSK, it suddenly hit him and he obsessed over all the "what ifs", at that moment that guy wasn't the LDSK that almost got him, his boss and a hospital full of mortal hostages in danger- he was the man that Spencer Reid killed- and it only ended when he stopped obsessed over HIM and started to put his victim's faces on his wall, forcing his focus on them instead.

He was more focused on the father of the victim on "identity" than the actual unsub himself because years before he had stopped him from seeing his daughter, and had made enough of an impact to be remembered by him in the present. Thanks to that bond, that little relationship, Spencer was able to put himself between a highly emotional distraught father's gun and the man he wanted to kill, to protect him.

He didn't get to personally know Samantha until the end- but he got to meet the scumbag that raped her. Add that to the already soft spot he has for children and you have a very angry Reid ready to do literally anything to make sure this woman that didn't even knew him was safe.

And ironically enough, what prompt me to do this thesis wasn't even one of those nice touchy feeling moments Spencer had with someone he bonded over- either personally or on a parasocial level- but one where he was wrong, but was about to risk a whole case over it. Rock Creek Park.

In that episode, Spencer and this other girl are keeping watch over this mafia thing so this politician guy's wife cane come back (as you can see I pay attention to certain scenes more that others lmao) and you can see the exact moment where the mission....stops being Spencer's priority.

After hearing this girl's conversation with her mother, she stopped being "the maid" and became someone Spencer's "knows" and so this leads to....this

....why did I bother with that text block when this scene spills it out- Anyways.

I dunno why but Rossi's reaction always sends me to the stratosphere- he knows.

Anyways, turns out that the helpless maid was actually on it all along and Reid almost throws the entire case off over nothing- *slows clap*

Ok ok, this might seem like I am slandering my boy but as fun as it is to make fun of him, this is exactly why I love him. This recklessness as a result of tunnel vision it's....concerning considering his line of work, and his eagerness to go far and beyond for someone he barely knows just because he knows them, above everything else and he is there, and can't bare the thought of not doing anything for them., to have their death's imprinted on his memory.

In conclusion- he ain't lawful good/neutral like the first few episodes want to make you think, he is chaotic good. And a mess. And I love him.

[petitecherry]

The door slid open with a forceful thud, and Madara strode in, his presence immediately filling the room. "You left the banquet early," Madara said, his voice low and controlled, but laced with a simmering rage. "Do you realize how that looked in front of our guests?"

Nanae answered calmly. "I thought it was the right time to leave, Madara-sama. I was tired–"

Madara's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, his towering figure intimidating. "It is not your place to decide when the right time is. Your actions reflect on me and on the entire Uchiha clan. Your early departure was seen as disrespectful."

"Madara-sama," she felt irritation growing, "nobody noticed I was gone. Nobody asked for me. So–"

"It was disrespectful," he repeated, slower this time.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Now, she was angry."Disrespectful to whom?"

Feeling challenged Madara walked up to her until he stood towering over her, "To me."

She could smell the sake on him. Nanae scrunched her nose, "Are you drunk?"

He gave her a sardonic smirk, "You're testing my patience, woman."

She felt lightheaded.

"Woman?" She repeated, her voice cutting through the silence. "I have a name, Madara-sama. I'm now your wife. You can't address me like some servant."

Madara's arrogant eyes assessed her cooly, as she stood bravely before him. A woman. Half his size. Glaring at him. If he wasn't so angry he would've laughed.

He gave her a sardonic look. "Do not mistake my words for disrespect. You should know your place; woman, and beneath me."

Nanae took a step forward, her anger now boiling over, her. "My place? I am here to support you, to stand by your side as an equal, not to be belittled and dismissed. If you can't show me the respect I deserve–"

"Equals?!" He actually chuckled, "I've had people killed over lesser insults."

Suddenly, a hand yanked her up by the hair; her scalp burned as she was pulled towards the bed. The shock from being manhandled made her gasp loudly.

"I expect absolute obedience," he hissed in her ear before throwing her on the bed like a ragdoll.

Nanae sat up slowly, brushing the hair away from her face, she watched in shock as Madara stood at the foot of the bed, undressing. Is this how her wedding night would go?

"You're crazy," she whispered.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow as he dropped his pants. Nanae turned her head away, refusing to look.

There was nothing she could do. He was so much stronger than she'd ever be. But she could at least say her piece.

She narrowed her eyes on him, gripping the sheets, "I said: You're insane!"

"Are you a virgin?"

Nanae faltered. But she didn't want to give him the pleasure. "No," she lied.

"Good," he smirked, lifting her chin with his hand, "then I won't be gentle." He spat the last word in her face.

Without another word, Madara's grip shifted, his hand moving to the back of her neck as he pulled her into a rough kiss. There was no gentleness, no tenderness—only a fierce, almost punishing intensity. His hand gripped her throat as he pulled away, before she could even take a breath he had kissed her again. She protested against his lips but in response he tightened his grip on her throat. The smell of sake and musk overwhelmed her senes.

This was a power play.

Nanae raised arms, wrapping them around his neck and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. It wasn't as if she'd never kissed anyone before.

Whether it had surprised him or not, Madara didn't pause in his attack.

He pulled away, breaking off the kiss. He ran a hand through her hair spread out on the bed before wrapping it around his hand and pulling it down, forcing her to reveal her neck to him.

Nanae couldn't help but let a whimper escape as he bit down on her neck. He moved across her neck, leaving a stinging feeling. She pushed against his chest, protesting his rough dominance. Madara seemed completely unphased. Instead his hand gripped the front of her dress, ripping it off her body in one swift movement.

Nanae watched it fly across the bed, landing on his weapons corner. The cool air brushing against her skin rang warning alarms in her head, and her hands instinctively went to cover herself. Her knees rose up, accidentally touching his crotch. She gasped. He was completely naked.

Madara grabbed her wrists, roughly pinning them above her head with one hand whilst the other squeezed her breast. Nanae yelped. It felt like he was trying to pop a balloon, his fingers dug into her breast, causing tears to gather in her eyes.

He reached down a hand between her thighs, pressing a finger against her warmth and stilled. She turned her head, letting her arm cover his view of her face. She saw him smirk for he had discovered how wet she was.

Without warning he shoved a finger inside her. She gasped.

Her breath hitched slightly each time he slipped his finger in and out.

He released her hands and instead grabbed her knees, parting her legs and positioning himself between them. He rubbed his tip against her folds, wetting it before pressing himself close to her entrance.

"Liar," Madara hovered over her, both hands on each side of her head. He lowered his face closer to her ear, "you've never been with a man."

His words barely registered in her head before he entered her with one, powerful thrust.

Nanae let out a cry at the unexpected sensation, digging her nails into his forearm.

He stilled for a moment. Her thighs trembled against his waist. He looked down at her flushed face as he pulled out, smirking sardonically, before buckling his hips against hers.

"Ah," she cried out, squeezing her thighs against his waist. He started moving at a swift, even pace, each thrust leaving her without breath. She writhed under him, trying to move her hips back.

Madara let out a grunt, she was tight. He grabbed the back of her knee, lifting her leg away from his waist.

Nanae whimpered, she was getting light headed again. She was completely engulfed in his smell, his hair falling around her head like a curtain, rustling against the sheets with each movement. Her fingers, at this point, had drawn blood and she was breathing like she'd just finished a marathon. Yet, she felt that familiar feeling in her core, a tension coiling and building slowly.

Madara's eyes met Nanae's. Ebony meeting emerald. He recognized that look. She was close. His countenance growing arrogant and mocking. He lifted himself off her, pulling out at the same time, leaving her trembling at the absence of his warmth and that unfamiliar, stretching sensation between her legs.

Nanae sat up, pulling the sheets to cover her bare body. When she looked up, he was gone, the room was empty and she was alone again.

Damn shinobi.

[pocket-lad]

CH 9- They Just Do What They Do

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They trudged along for what felt like ages. Adelaide was in no position to complain, considering she didn’t have to walk. But if she were to complain, she’d say Alan breathed loudly, his shoulder was uncomfortable, and he carried himself differently than Ian, which took getting used to. It was still hot even though the sun disappeared behind the clouds a while ago, and everything was sticky. Everything smelled and everything hurt and above all else, Adelaide was tired. She just wanted to sleep.  

She may have tried, if not for Tim. He didn’t ask any questions for some time, but he either forgot Alan’s suggestion to stop or became too curious to contain himself.  

“Can I hold her now?” he asked.

“No,” Adelaide and Alan said together.  

A brief pause, and then: “So how do you live?”  

“That’s a vague question,” Adelaide responded.  

“Like...do you brush your teeth?” Tim clarified.  

“Yes.”  

“Shower?”  

“Yes.”  

“What do you eat?”  

“Um...food, I guess?”  

“What kind of food?”  

“Normal food? What kind of question is that?”  

“Where do you sleep?”  

“In my bed.”  

“How do you go to the bathroom?”  

“Okay! I think that’s enough of that,” Alan interrupted.   

“Gross!” Lex muttered.  

Adelaide was thankful for the intervention. She could barely keep her eyes open, and answering this kid’s questions took half her brain power. The other half was focused on not strangling him. She knew he was just curious- she would be too if she found out tiny people existed – but the questions were borderline degrading, and she certainly wasn’t going to answer that last one.  

They walked on in silence for only a couple minutes before Tim said, “Do you watch TV?”  

“Tim-” Adeliade began, ready to tell him off.  

A roar sounded somewhere in the distance, cutting her short. She felt Alan tense beneath her.  

He decided to call it for the night, his voice casual for the sake of the kids, but Adelaide knew better. The dinosaurs were still out there, and just because they escaped one didn't mean others wouldn't appear. They had the cover of the dense foliage on their side, but Adelaide knew from experience that that cover was only an illusion. It would not protect them in the event of an attack.

Alan ushered everyone up into a new tree. Tim complained the whole way, but Lex shot right up.   

Alan paused before he ascended. “You, ah...” he began. Adelaide knew what he was trying to ask. Did she want to go back in the pocket? The answer was no, she wasn’t looking to go back in the pocket any time soon, but she wanted to see if he could figure out how to ask the question.  

“I what?” she goaded.  

“You want to, um...get - get in?”  

Every ounce of sense Adelaide had left screamed at her that this was stupid and that she should suck it up and get in the pocket so that she didn’t fall a million feet to her death. Stubbornness won out, though, as always. “I’m okay, thank you,” she said smugly.  

“Well, uh, hold on then...I guess.”  

Alan climbed, and Adelaide kept a secure hold on his shirt. They made their way to a big fork in the tree, big enough for everyone to sit in comfortably. Along the way, she heard a strange call that probably came from some other fucked up prehistoric animal, but she couldn’t afford to get distracted while Alan was climbing.  

When Alan stopped though, she looked up to see the source of the noise - it was coming from dinosaurs like the one she saw when they first arrived at the park. They were so tall that their heads soared above the trees. They picked off whole branches in search of a meal and let out a melodic call.  

Beyond them, the gorgeous landscape stretched out for miles. The sun sunk completely below the horizon not too long ago, casting a warm pink light through the purple clouds. The trees swayed in the wind. If Adelaide could pretend that those dinosaurs were just part of the backdrop, it was almost peaceful.  

Tim called them Brachiosauruses, and Alan suggested that they were singing. He was suddenly on the move, climbing to a higher branch and stabilizing himself. He cupped his hands around his mouth and let out an imitation of the dinosaurs’ call.  

Adelaide plugged her ears, being right on his shoulder. She figured Alan’s loud voice couldn’t do much more damage than was already done, but it was uncomfortable on her small ears all the same.  

Two brachiosauruses turned their heads in the humans’ direction. Adelaide froze, and Lex voiced both their fears. “Shh, shh! Don't let the monsters come over here!”  

“They're not monsters, Lex. They're just animals. These are herbivores,” Alan reassured her.  

Ha, Adelaide thought. Just animals. So was the T-Rex and look how that turned out. But even normal animals were a threat to Adelaide. They might as well be classified as monsters for all the trouble they gave her.  

“That means they only eat vegetables, but for you I think they'd make an exception,” Tim elaborated, unable to keep from teasing his sister.  

“Tim...,” Alan warned.  

“Oh, I hate the other kind,” Lex said.  

“You and me both,” Adelaide mumbled. She thought she kept her voice down, but Lex turned to give her a small, grateful smile.  

“The other kind just... do what they do,” Alan said as he made his way back to the fork in the tree, a little more careful now that he was over his initial excitement. He collapsed into a seated position, bouncing Adelaide. She couldn’t blame him, though. They walked for a long time and he was now responsible for two annoying children and one annoying borrower. He had to be exhausted.  

As if on cue, Lex and Tim nestled up on either side of him. The top of Tim’s head was only inches below where Adelaide sat, making this the closest she ever got to either of the children. And nothing bad happened. Maybe Adelaide’s fear of children was a little baseless. That wouldn’t help her get over it any time soon, but the more time she spent around them, the more she realized that they were intelligent in their own way. They weren’t some mindless monsters.  

They just...do what they do, Adelaide thought, repeating Alan’s words in her mind.  

Alan unexpectedly jumped, which made Adelaide jump. He leaned a little to the side, sending her tumbling into his neck. She pushed herself off of it as he muttered a distracted apology, curious to see what he was doing.  

Alan pulled something out of his back pocket from somewhere out of her line of vision. When he brought it into view, Adelaide recognized it from the plane ride here. It was the thing he fiddled with when he first spotted her, which she now recognized as a giant claw. She stared at it, interested in what it once belonged to and where he got it from.  

After some debate, she voiced her curiosity. “What is that?”  

“That... is a velociraptor claw. A real one. Dug it up somewhere in Canada, I think.” Alan held the claw closer to his shoulder for Adelaide to get a better look, but she pressed her back into the tree behind them. She could see it perfectly fine and wanted to get no closer.  

“Oh. It’s uh.... neat,” Adelaide said. It was neat, but it probably would have been a lot neater if she wasn’t three inches tall and it wasn’t being held in her face by a mostly unknown giant.  

“What are you and Ellie gonna do now if you don't have to pick up dinosaur bones anymore?” Lex asked.  

“I don't know, I guess... I guess we'll just have to evolve too,” Alan said sadly.  

So that’s who he was. Adelaide knew Alan was a dinosaur expert and was also someone important – he had to be for him to be invited down here, but she never even thought about what it was that he actually did. Was digging up dinosaur bones an actual profession for Beans? They always came up with the weirdest jobs. Adelaide couldn’t fathom having a job. If anything, her job was survival.  

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” Tim asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.  

“I don't know. What do you call a blind dinosaur?” Alan asked back.  

Adelaide was confused. She had just gathered that dinosaurs were Alan’s job, but he didn’t have an answer for Tim. If anyone should have the answer, it would be him.  

“Do-you-think-he-saurus,” Tim said. Alan chuckled.  

Oh. It was a joke. Adelaide felt stupid for not picking up on that, but she also couldn’t see their faces. Also, she only just recently found out what a dinosaur actually was, so she gave herself a pass.  

“What do you call a blind dinosaur's dog?” Tim asked.  

Alan paused to think, then said, “You got me.”  

“A Do-you-think-he-saurus Rex."

Alan laughed a little harder this time. Adelaide didn’t get it, but the mood was contagious. Blame it on the nerves, blame it on the exhaustion, but Adelaide let out her first real laugh in what felt like forever.  

Lex apparently had other things on her mind. “What if the dinosaur comes back while we're all asleep?” she asked hesitantly.  

Oh yeah. Adelaide’s one moment of levity was cut short by the reminder that they were still in danger.  

“I'll stay awake. All night,” Alan assured her. Silence fell, and Adelaide watched him fidget with his claw for a moment before he let it drop to the ground. She thought back to the various times she watched Ian fidget. They both had such large hands, capable of manipulating big and heavy things with ease, like the claw. The details she could see in those hands, invisible to the human eye, were so fascinating and complex.  

Adelaide laid back on Alan’s shoulder, then adjusted to lean against the tree, then against his neck, then back against the tree again, then back along his shoulder again. She couldn’t get comfortable, and despite the exhaustion weighing on her, she doubted she was in for a restful night. Plus, she didn’t know if she could fully trust Alan yet. To fall asleep in front of a Bean was to put herself in an extremely vulnerable position. She hardly slept around Ian, and never slept on him, so it was unlikely she’d drop her guard enough to sleep around Alan.  

She also specifically didn’t want to sleep on his shoulder. Adelaide wasn’t known for staying still while she slept. She liked to sprawl out and roll around and she often found herself nowhere near her nest when she woke up in the morning. That simply wasn’t an option here. If she rolled over, she would plummet straight off his shoulder, past the tree, and splat onto the ground below.  

But what other choice did she have? His pocket? No thanks. His hands? No way .  

Alan felt her shifting and had to force himself to ignore the tickling sensation on his neck. He too expected to stay awake for most of the night, if not all of it.  

An hour later, both kids were fast asleep, but the adults were still wide awake. Adelaide gave up on getting comfortable a long time ago and stared up through the trees at the sky. She wished she could see the stars, but it was too cloudy.  

Adelaide always heard about stars in stories, but she never thought she’d get the chance to see them, living her life completely indoors. Even after she met Ian, her few trips outside at night never resulted in any stargazing. Ian told her it was due to something called ‘light pollution’, and he explained that it affected cities the most. But there was none of that here. Just clouds.  

It was cold. She thought the persistent Costa Rican heat would never end, but once it did, it did so fast , especially high up in the treetops. Adelaide longed for her coat which was somewhere back in Ian’s pocket. Ian...  

Every time she got close to falling asleep, a weird noise would wake her, or she would start to worry about him again.  

“Dr. Grant?” she said tentatively. Alan’s breathing had slowed down, so Adelaide assumed he fell asleep, but there was no harm in trying.

Silence. And then:  

“Yeah?” he whispered.  

Adelaide honestly didn’t have anything to say. She just didn’t want to be alone. It was a long moment before she responded.  

“So, um...you’re a dinosaur...person?” she asked. That was stupid, she thought.  

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah I am.”  

“Why?”  

“I don’t know, I... I’ve loved them ever since I can remember... When I was a boy, I spent hours playing with the little figurines and digging holes in my backyard, pretending to find dinosaur bones. Oh, my parents were so mad... But I guess they’ve just been a big part of my life for forever,” he explained.  

“Oh,” she said.  

Another, longer silence filled the air.  

“How are you holding up?” he asked her. That was a question you were supposed to ask when bad stuff happened, so he tried it.  

“Bad,” Adelaide admitted. “You?”  

“Same,” he said.  

Having a conversation with Alan was a lot easier here in the dark. Adeliade didn’t have to worry about him moving too fast or getting too close, trapped as he was underneath Lex and Tim. They couldn’t see each other, so she could pretend that he wasn’t a giant and that they were two normal sized people having a normal sized conversation, besides the ever-present rumble from his voice that she could literally feel in her body. Without having to look him in the eye, talking came a lot more naturally.  

It was the longest stretch of silence yet. Both thought the other had fallen asleep.  

“You know I’m not a child, right?” Adelaide whispered. She knew it was bold, but it was something that had been weighing on her for some time now, and she didn’t know how much longer she could go on without saying something. Better to bring it up gently now than explode later.  

“Huh?” Alan asked, a little taken aback.  

“I can take care of myself. I’m not like...Ian’s pet or anything,” she continued.  

“I know,” Alan said calmly, but he reflected on his previous assumptions. Maybe he did lump her in with the kids he begrudgingly looked after. He didn’t know what kind of relationship Adelaide and Ian had, and it wasn’t his business to ask, so he just filled in the gaps himself. It was easy to forget she was a person with thoughts and feelings and agency, she was just so small. He still didn’t quite see how she could actually survive on her own, but he supposed if he was that small, he too would want others to treat him with the same kind of respect they treated normal people with. Still, he couldn’t shake the sense that he needed to protect her. If not for her sake, then at least for Ian’s. Alan didn’t miss how attached he was to her.  

“I survived on my own for a long time,” Adelaide said, reading Alan’s mind. “Ian found me, and we happened to get along, but I do my own thing. I find my own food, my own water, I make my own clothes, gather my own supplies, build my own-”  

“I get it,” Alan interrupted lightly, noticing that she was getting a little too loud. He didn’t want the kids to wake up, and not just because they needed sleep. He only had a couple hours without them, and he didn’t want to ruin it. “You’re not his pet, and you’re not a kid. I’m sorry if I gave the impression that I think otherwise.”  

“It’s okay,” Adelaide said honestly. “I understand.”  

“You do realize how curious I am, though?” Alan ventured.  

Adelaide laughed. “Yeah, I get it. It’s not every day you see a three-inch tall person walking around... Maybe I’ll tell you about it some time, if...” The rest of the sentence hung in the air. If we make it out of here alive.  

“I’d like that,” Alan smiled.  

Silence. After a while, Alan thought he heard light sniffling, and maybe even crying. He definitely felt something repeatedly pull on his shirt, and he resisted the urge to scratch at it. He was going to let it go, assuming Adelaide wanted to cry in peace, but she surprised him.  

“Dr. Grant?” Adelaide asked again.  

“Yeah?”  

“Is Ian... I mean, he has to be...or...do you think he’s alive?” Adelaide almost couldn’t ask the question, scared of the answer.  

Alan hesitated before he answered. He didn’t want to get Adelaide’s hopes up, but he didn’t want to crush her, either. If he delivered any bad news, he was scared she would jump straight out of this tree.  

That hesitation was all Adelaide needed to confirm her worst fears. Anything he said next would be negated by that pause, because she knew what he truly thought. Ian was dead.  

“There’s a chance...” Alan said, but Adelaide started to cry. She tried to hide it, but every time she gasped for air, she knew he heard her, what with her proximity to his ear. Usually, she’d be too embarrassed to cry in front of anyone, let alone a stranger, so she’d suck it up and let it out when she was alone. At this point though, that was impossible. Her whole world was gone.  

At a loss for words, Alan reached his fingers up and laid them on his shoulder beside Adelaide for comfort. Not touching her, but close. He had no idea if it would work or if his intention would even come across.  

Adelaide flinched on instinct but settled down almost instantly. She appreciated the gesture, so she rested her hand on one of his fingers in acknowledgement. The finger twitched in response, but nothing more.  

“We’ll find him, Adelaide. And we’ll figure it all out, one way or another,” Alan said.   

“Thanks, Dr. Grant,” Adelaide said tiredly. She shook with sadness and exhaustion, and maybe a little from the cold. Up in the trees in the dead of night, she had to admit she was chilly.  

Feeling this, Alan untied the bandana around his neck and uncurled it from its stiff position. It was still a little wet, but it retained a lot of the heat that radiated off his body. It was better than nothing. He draped it over her curled-up form.  

“You’re welcome, but uh, you can call me Alan........Why don’t you get some rest?”  

“I don’t think I can,” Adelaide admitted. She snuggled into the bandana, grateful for a little heat, even if it was kind of gross.  

“Yeah, me either,” Alan agreed.  

“What do you want to know?” Adelaide prompted him. She wiped at her eyes, clearing the remaining tears away.  

Confused, Alan asked what she meant.  

“You said you were curious about me. What do you want to know?”  

Alan recognized what she was trying to do. Neither of them was going to get any sleep, and unless she had something to distract her, she was going to keep thinking about Ian. Alan indulged her and pondered her question. What did he want to know?  

“Well, I doubt you know much about your physiology,” he said.  

“Try me,” Adelaide challenged him.  

“Okay......your brain. And don’t take this the wrong way, but your brain, at that size, should not have the capacity to allow you to function the way that you do. Your speech, your reasoning skills. At most you should only be able to function at the level of birds,” he explained.  

“Gee, thanks,” Adelaide joked. “Was there a question there?”  

“Well, how?” Alan prodded.  

“I have no idea,” Adelaide laughed. She knew from the moment he said ‘physiology’ that she wouldn’t be able to answer whatever question he was about to ask. She just wanted to hear it, and also see how far she could lead him on. She had no idea what ‘physiology’ even meant.  

Alan laughed too. Lex shifted and groaned in her sleep, forcing them to quiet down a bit, lest they wake anyone and face an onslaught of complaints.  

“Okay, okay, uh...what’s life like at that size?” he tried again.  

“Hard. Next.”

“Alright then,” Alan chuckled.  

“Sorry, it’s just.... that’s such a broad question. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Adelaide elaborated.  

What Alan truly wanted to know was how Adelaide and Ian came to meet, but he wanted to steer clear of any topic that involved Ian.  

“What’s a normal day like?” Alan asked.  

Adelaide decided to think of a time before she and Ian met. That’s probably what he was after, anyway.   She hesitated. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to use this knowledge against anyone else,” she said seriously.  

“There are more of you?”  

Shit. She assumed it was obvious, but the fact that he didn’t already know that slipped her mind. She was glad no other borrowers were around to yell at her. Adelaide blamed the exhaustion.  

“Yeah, so none of this gets out to anyone, alright?” She had to make sure he understood the weight this information held.  

“Of course,” Alan promised. He meant it, but he was also baffled by the fact that there were more people out there just as small as her.  

“Well, I uh, I live in the walls, for starters. I’ve got a home set up in there. A block of wood for a door, a nest of fabric, a thimble to sit on, you get the idea. I borrow those things from Beans. I’m not stealing or anything, and it’s never anything a Bean would miss,” she added quickly. Giants got touchy and defensive when it came to the ethics of borrowing versus stealing. Another reason to avoid notice.  

“What are Beans?” Alan interrupted.  

Adelaide gave him a confused look. “What do you mean? That’s you,” she said.  

“I’m a Bean?” Alan asked, amused.  

“Yeah, a Human Bean, right?” She looked up at the side of his face, thinking she would see some sign of a joke.  

“Oh! Ha, yeah, uh, I think it’s human ‘being’,” Alan explained.  

“That’s what Ian said, too! I’m pretty sure it’s Human ‘Bean’,” Adelaide insisted.  

“If I’m a Bean, then what are you?”  

“I’m a borrower.”  

“Alright then,” Alan conceded with a smile. “Sorry for interrupting. Go on.” She could tell he didn’t believe her and was just trying to placate her. She felt a twinge of annoyance but pushed past it.  

“Uh, I don’t know. I don’t really have a set schedule. Nothing similar to Beans anyway. When I’m low on food, I go looking for food. When I’m low on water, I go to the pipes. It’s all pretty boring, honestly.”  

“How do you have access to this stuff?” Alan encouraged her.  

“I have my hook. Well, I don’t have it on me right now, which is... mildly concerning. I left it in my bag, which is back in Ian’s pocket, with my jacket, so....I guess I’ll have to make a new one.” She pressed on before she could dwell over it. “It’s not the sturdiest thing in the whole world, but it gets me from point A to point B.”  

They went on like that for a while, telling stories back and forth. Every time Adelaide thought she was done, Alan was able to give her more to talk about. She never thought her life would be this interesting to anybody. But both Ian and Alan proved her wrong with the number of questions they could come up with and the fascination they exuded. She never said anything too personal or too revealing, nothing that would really endanger any other borrowers, but she trusted Alan enough to give him the basics.  

After a while, Adelaide’s answers slowly drifted off. She eventually fell into a deep but restless sleep.  

“Adelaide?” Alan whispered. He smiled to himself and, hoping he wasn’t overstepping, draped a hand over her shivering form. His eyelids grew heavy and soon, everyone in their little nook was fast asleep.

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Next

[stray-kaz]

Lashes : an Arondir x reader drabble

A/N: part of the Falling Star series. This piece contains possible triggers. There is physical evidence of past abuse and mention of sexual assault. Please do not read if this will cause you pain.

Arondir came upon you by accident. He had taken a less direct route to the village, steering off the well beaten path and into the woods. The dappled sky through the firs and the soft scents of the forest helped calm his fractious mind.

He was accustomed to being and feeling neutral, impassioned for neither pleasure or anger. But now there was you. You had struck his heart, burning brightly like a falling star. That was his name for you, while you called him soldier. Always said with a warm smile and a tinge of melancholy, for you knew the lore, unlike many of those around you. You knew that there would not be a shared beyond for the two of you if you decided to embark on your heart’s path with him.

So here he was, mind full of you, when the dirt track ended and he found himself standing on a low promontory, looking out over a narrow wedge of lake, the light overhead bouncing and reflecting off the water.

And you were there, your back to him, wet hair hanging heavy on your shoulders. He glimpsed the dip at the base of your spine, but what kept him from averting his gaze for the sake of your modesty was the narrow stripes of raised, shiny flesh on your back, faded red and puckered at the edges.

You turned and he saw that there were matching lines over your breasts and belly, and he felt something unpleasant rise up his throat and tasted white hot rage for the first time in many years.

You saw him at last, standing stock still, his fingers curled into strong fists at his sides, and knew he had seen. You started to slowly wade back through the cool water to the shore, conscious of him tracking your progress as he made his way around to meet you. By the time he reached your side, you were dressed and tightening the strings of your corset, then smoothing your hands over your stomach.

You raised your eyes to meet his moonlight gaze, your hands trembling and a flush filling your cheeks. Arondir was surprised he could even speak, his jaw was clenched so tight.

“Who did this to you?”

His velvety voice was pitched very low, almost a growl.

“The man who raped me when I told him no” you answered him very softly. “When I was a girl.”

“This man” Arondir murmured. “Does he still breathe?”

You nodded.

“Yes.”

He stepped closer to you slowly and reached up to carefully hold your head in his hands, the sides of his palms bracketing your jaw.

“Point me to him and he will no longer breathe your air.”

You grasped his wrists, feeling the strength in the tendons beneath your fingers.

“No” you told him, your voice clear and strong.

“Why not?”

He sounded offended, frustrated. You shook your head.

“Because it would worsen the relationship between elves and Men” you said gently. “And you know you don’t want that.”

Arondir closed his eyes and leaned forward to brush his lips over your forehead. Your eyelids fluttered shut at the gentle touch. It seemed an age since a man had treated you with such care and gentleness.

“Thank you for the gifts” you said quietly, turning your lips to his palm and pressing a kiss there.

“You are welcome.”

“I wanted to give you something in return, but I do not have anything precious enough.”

He disagreed, but only inwardly. Outwardly, Arondir shook his head at you.

“I do not want anything in return” he assured you. “I merely wished to make you happy.”

A slight smile crossed your face as he lowered his hands and stepped back.

“Well, you did that” you replied.

Arondir gestured to the trees.

“Will you allow me to walk you home?” he asked.

“Of course, soldier.”

He smiled to himself at the sound of the fond nickname and led you back onto the trail.

[grumpyascianteddybear]

A What-If Part One

Here have a what-if scenario set in her veria verse. Grab your tissues cause there are gonna be onions. This has been sitting in my head for some time now. There is another one that I will do that is in the WoL verse, but this one first. Let me tag the important bitchs for this.

@seatedsacrifice

@jedikitteh

@atdutiesend

He had not expected this of all things. That Hydalen had decided to guide him back to the aetherial sea of the source for Hadi's sake was not out of character, he supposed. Nor was it out of character for his wife to fight the bond tooth and nail to keep living. Hers was a soul that enjoyed the sun, and everything life had to offer. Ophiuchus had once asked her how she could find it worth it when there was so much suffering.

He still remembers it clearly. She had walked up to him and held his face in her hands. Hers was the only touch he could feel, a pro to their bond. He always leaned into her touch, even if his nerves were half dead. It was always a heady rush to feel anything where touch was concerned. Her words on that day also stayed with him.

" Life is a bucket of good things and bad things. The good things don't always out weight the bad, but the bad things don't make the good things any less important."

She had been right too. She was always there no matter how bad it had gotten through the eons. Now he had left her behind in the land of the living. In truth, he had not expected her to last this long. He also did not expect to see the person that walked toward him. Yes, he recognizes them now. The warrior of light, Azems current shard here on the source. What did Cyr want with him, though?

" I was not expected to see you again." Ophiuchus stated as he tilted his head. He had been waiting here in the shallows for her. That also allowed the giant Elezen to find him. It might have been hard given the abundant aether all around. Dionysus had been the same way, blind other than his aether sight.

" The world is full of surprises." He stated with a sigh. Cyr seemed to be in a state of extreme melancholy. It was strange to see, as Dion had always been very good at hiding that. Yet, Cyr was not nearly as dramatic as Dion had been. " I don't fancy being responsible for her death. So, even though everyone else will disagree, I have devised a way to prevent it. If you are willing."

" If I am......" He didn't get to finish as he blinked, watching the loperits bring a bundle that was shaped like a body. Was Cyr actually offering him a way back? Why would he even... Yet before the question even finished itself, he had his answer. Pandemonium. That had been a different time, and he was a different person, yet that alone was enough for Cyr to give him a chance.

" The body was made by the loperits, a blank that you can shape as you, please. I would suggest not a Huyr, so people are less likely to recognize you." The Elezen stated as they turned to give the ascian some privacy. Ophiuchus was confused, yet this would give him a chance to be with them. It meant their daughter would not be left alone in the world.

Something that was Huyr? That would work nicely. Slipping into this blank, he quickly shaped it as he wished it. Choosing to match her race. When he was ready, he would stand and brush himself off. With a snap of his fingers, he was dressed as well. Having ears like this was strange, and he had decided not to have the bunny feet. He drew the line at the bunny feet. He had also seen some Veria that didn't have the bunny feet, so it worked.

" Alright, I am ready." Ophiuchus stated as he looked at Cyr. He watched the much taller Elezen nod his head and motion for him to follow. Dionysus had been tall like that too. He had towered over them even compared to those that were not short in the slightest. Sometimes he wondered what it was like to see over everyone one. To have to look down to meet anyone's gaze. It also left him thinking about the man's poor wife, who was more than a foot shorter.

" It won't be a pretty sight." Cyr warned as he led the other up to the elevator. Ophiuchus was expecting it to be bad. She was likely little more than skin and bones at this point. A long recovery lay ahead of her. One that was going to leave her frustrated.

"I am aware of this." He stated as they entered the elevator and it closed. If he was honest with himself, this was going to be painful. Seeing her life this and knowing that his own actions were the cause. Sure, he could blame Cyr, but he had not given the other choice. It was either locked him in the tower or watched the world burn. Cyr, just like Dion, had chosen to champion the world in which he lived. That was something that Ophiuchus would never fault him for.

[seokiloquy]

Order - Sawamura Daichi

Au: Regular (Timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN!reader, Cops, An abusive(?) parent (Controlling mainly, nothing violent)

Word Count: 3k+

Being the “new guy” on the team meant that Sawamura had to deal with most of the hazing-type dirty work that no one else wanted to do until at least the next person was brought on. Not that he minded, though. He enjoyed his job in the Community Safety Division and even more loved the little things he could do for his hometown. Most of the assignments that came his way were directing traffic, acting as a crossguard for schools (which his teacher-friend, Sugawara, appreciated), and doing the occasional clean-up of the neighbourhood, making sure people got home safe. Rarely ever was he called along for more intense assignments that his teammates enjoyed, like a possible break-in or dispute, but he liked it that way.

However, there was one assignment Sawamura wasn’t too keen on. Unlike the adrenaline-filled, time-sensitive missions that happened once in a blue moon, there was one regular job that Sawamura had to take that he wished would disappear. And on those Friday nights when his boss paused his wrap-up to head home and decided to call a number on his phone, Sawamura knew his day wasn’t over.

“The kid’s lost again,” Boss would say, clicking his tongue while turning to Sawamura. “I’m tired, Sawamura. Go take care of it.”

His boss wasn’t tired, and the Boss’ kid certainly wasn’t lost. If anything, they were likely kicking it back in one of the local parks. Probably with a cup of spicy ramen noodles and the option of either a bottle of Ramune, or sake. Sawamura hoped for the former.

“No problem. When do you want them back by?” Sawamura asked, despite having heard the answer time and time again.

“I don’t want them out in the first place. But that isn’t an option. Just be quiet when you get back.”

Boss would go home and pass out on their living room couch after inhaling a dinner his wife made and downing it with a beer to match. By the time Sawamura arrived with the kid in tow, Boss would be out like a light. At a certain point, we wondered if it was intentional.

Parking his car by the side of the road, Sawamura stepped into the park with a yawn.

On the rickety old swing, which creaked with every movement, sat the Boss’ kid wrapped comfortably in a university bomber jacket with noddles and sake in either hand. They used their heels to rock them back and forth, taking a bite or swig every return.

(L/N) — the younger (L/N) —, (Y/N) wasn’t a kid, hadn’t been for a while. Hearing Sawamura’s approaching steps crunch the leaves, they turned with sharp teeth and a crooked smile. “Daichi! Want a drink?” They said his name comfortably, like a song.

“No. I’m technically still on duty, and I have to drive you home.”

The student groaned, “Old man’s still making you do that? I would’ve thought I’d have a little freedom by now.” They downed the last bit of the sake bottle before holding out the cup of noodles. “Want a bite? I know you’re hungry.”

Even if he were to say no, Sawamura’s stomach grumbled under his shirt.

(Y/N) smirked. “Come sit. We still have a bit till my father passes out.”

Brushing a hand through his short, spiky hair, Sawamura sat down on the next swing and took the remaining noodles.

A cool breeze went by, whistling through the trees and across the top of the nearby stream. It would have been a bit warmer had the sun still been out, but it fell behind the mountaintops a while ago.

“So,” Sawamura started, swallowing down a bite of the noodles. It wasn’t his favourite, lacking a tasty broth made with soy sauce and assorted toppings, but it would do. “How’s school going?”

“A hellscape,” they huffed, downing a few drops. “Why else do you think I’m drinking in a park alone?”

“The scenery?” Sawamura slurped in the last few noodles.

“Ha! I wish. It is nice, though.” With a twist of the wrist, the sake bottle was buried in the sand, safe from rolling away. (Y/N) swung a bit, gently kicking their legs to move. “How’s work?”

“Same old, same old.” He finished off the ramen, crumpling the cup in his hands. He tossed it toward the garbage can, only for it to fall into the wrong hole.

“Hmm… Hey, Daichi?”

“You should be calling me Sawamura.”

“No, I’m not your boss. But anyway, why did you become a cop?”

“To help people, of course.”

(Y/N) chuckled.

Sawamura blinked, watching the slight curve of their mouth. “What's so funny?”

“Nothing.” Their head shook. “Just that the Old-man said the same thing.”

Bending his knee a little, Daichi began to rock back and forth. “What’s so funny about wanting to help people?”

“Nothing, but you should have become a fireman instead.”

Another gust of air went by, whistling through the swings’ chains. 

(Y/N) slowed to a stop, heels digging into the sand. “Has he ever asked you to come help me?”

“Boss? Of course. All the time.”

(Y/N) looked over with a raised brow, tired disbelief weighing down their shoulders. “Really. ‘Hey, Daichi. Do you mind picking up (Y/N) and bringing them home for me?’ That’s what he says?”

Sawamura gulped. “Well, no—”

“He tells you. He doesn’t ask. He never asks.”

There was a tightness in his throat as he tried to think of a response to come to his boss’ defence. Something to refute your claims that he realised were correct. Anything that could paint the man that showed him the ropes on a better night.

“I’m happy to be of help,” he said instead.

(Y/N) sighed, spinning to sit in the swing sideways and stare at Sawamura through the chain link line. “It’s not about whether you’re ‘happy’ with helping — which I’m sure you’re not. It’s him never considering you or your life. Or mine. We’re just pawns to him. He says he wants to help people, but he can’t even help you out or bother to find his own kid.”

“That’s not—”

“You’re a good guy Daichi. You don’t want to be here, and even if you weren’t told to come, I’m sure you’d find me on your own accord. But seriously, just go home. He doesn’t actually care.”

Sawamura hadn’t realised that he had stopped rocking, that he was just staring at the university student with wide eyes and little to say. “What about you?” he asked, getting to his feet.

“I’ll manage,” they sang slightly, leaning over to pick up their bottle from the sand.

“I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone.” It was more than discomfort, like bile seeping through his skin.

A morose smile fell on their lips as they looked down at Sawamura’s polished work shoes. “I appreciate it, but that’s not up to you to decide, nor is it my fathers.”

“If you need anything, you know where to find me.” He paused, shuffling his feet, digging them into the sand, waiting, hoping for some request, some demand, an order. Something to keep him nearby.

The smile they wore was genuine. “I know.”

(L/N), the boss showed up to work late and agitated. No one approached the lumbering man as he stomped into his office, and everyone kept their lips sealed when he walked out. It was as though the air had been filled with cotton, ready to fill their mouths if they tried to speak.

It wasn’t until the night team arrived and Sawamura was about to head home that he found what had the boss so on edge.

“You didn’t do what I asked,” the man grumbled at Sawamura.

“Pardon me?”

“(Y/N) didn’t come home last night. You didn’t deliver them as I asked.”

“Well, sir. You didn’t ask.” Sawamura breathed slowly through his nose, trying not to let his vision tunnel as he made eye contact with the lumbering police officer.

“Sawamura.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Repeat that.”

“You didn’t ask.”

The man glared, light disappearing from his eye as he took a rumbling breath of air. Sawamura thought he could have been facing a dragon ready to breathe fire.

“I don’t need to ask a thing from you. I gave you an order. You obey it. Now, where is my kid.”

The sickening feeling from the night prior came back, crawling under his skin in hot flashes.

“I don’t know, sir. I found them last night, and they wanted me to leave them alone. Taking them somewhere, even if it was their home, without their consent is kidnapping, and I wasn’t going to force them.”

“I gave you an order, and you disobeyed. Take the week off on probation.” Boss began to lumber away, pushed by the incoming night team without a thought.

“Sir, that’s misconduct—”

“I don’t want you in this office until my kid is under my roof. Out of my sight. I’ll see you next week.”

The entering officers gave him a worried look, brows pinching and mouths agape.

“He’s still on that power trip? It’s been over two decades!” The leading officer gasped as the door closed. She turned to Sawamura, “What happened?”

“(Y/N) didn’t go home last night after they told me they wanted to be left alone, and now (L/N) is angry.”

“That kid is an adult!” The woman seethed. “He didn’t put in a missing person report all day, did he?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Of course,” she sighed, adjusting the collar of her uniform. “Look, I’ll handle stuff here. And we’ll keep an eye out. But if you find them, don’t bring them home.”

“Why not?” Sawamura asked.

“Just trust me on this one. It’s probably safer.”

Sawamura’s stomach churned. “Are you implying that (L/N) is abusive?”

She licked her lip, adjusting the shoulder of her uniform, “No, but it would be wiser to not risk anything while he is upset.”

The officers littered around the room stood with expressions of pity. It was silent.

Sawamura sighed. “If I find (Y/N), I’ll let you know, and I won’t take them to Boss’ place. But isn’t there anything we can do?”

“Not without evidence.”

“Great. I’ll see you next week.” 

Sawamura stomped out of the station.

The Sawamura family had a total count of seven people. With his father usually working from sunrise to sunset and his mother working part-time and maintaining the home, the weight fell primarily on Daichi’s shoulders to help his four siblings grow up. He had help, his parents were busy but kind, and if things became too hectic, his grandparents would come in, but he had to learn early how to talk to kids, teach them, make sure they were safe, make sure they were fed, ensure they knew how to be good people like his parents and grandparents were.

Now, he didn’t have to worry as much. All of them were teenagers in or entering high school. And having his own job meant that his parents could spend more time at home in exchange (even if he didn’t quite live there anymore). No matter the circumstance, home, his home, was safe, colourful and happy.

With the only child of the (L/N) family not returning home, he could only wonder if your house wasn’t the same or if you even felt it was home at all.

Where had they disappeared to? Even after the weekend passed and Monday came, updates from the night watch boss remained empty, with no appearance of (Y/N) anywhere. He hoped they were with someone from school, anyone. But no matter how much he asked, they never mentioned a friend or mentor they could rely on, which didn’t fill Daichi with confidence.

Monday night came and went, and Tuesday had Daichi waking up the latest he had in years to the sound of knocking on his door.

Tumbling out of bed on shaky feet, he patted over while pulling a pair of dark sweatpants over his thighs. Tying the knot, he opened the door.

“Took me a while to find this place. My phone died.” (Y/N) stood in the doorway with their weight resting on one hip while yawning. “Can you grab my bag, Daichi? I’m tired.”

The student waltzed in, shoulder brushing against Daichi’s bare chest before crashing on his couch. They wore the same clothes from Friday night, their shoes discarded at the door, covered in dry mud.

“Where have you been?” Daichi asked, grabbing (Y/N) ’s bag from the doorway and rushing to the couch. “People have been searching for you?”

“Heh? Why? I’ve just been trying to find my way here. Oh, that reminds me, the guy that works at the elementary school nearby says hi. He’s the one that directed me here. What was it, Surakagi Shiwou?”

“Sugawara, Koushi?”

“That’s it! He was buying groceries when I found him.” They laughed before falling into another yawn. “What do you mean people are looking for me, though. I’m not missing.”

“We thought you were!” Daichi projected, gripping the armrest before falling to his knees by (Y/N) ’s side. “Your dad nearly took my head off on Saturday because you didn’t go home after I found you. You had me and the night shift at the station worried.”

(Y/N) turned to their side and reached for Daichi’s hand that was clutching the cushions. Their fingers brushed over his knuckles before wrapping around them lightly. “I did go, though. My father got mad at me for being late and kicked me out. Did he say I didn’t go back?”

“Pretty much. He kicked you out?”

“Not sure if you’ve finally noticed, but he’s a control freak. Yea, I didn’t do what he wanted, and he finally kicked me out.”

Daichi sighed, forehead falling on the back of (Y/N) ’s hand. The sour curdling feeling that was eating into his stomach and crawling under his skin finally began to fade, leaving an uneasy peace that felt like a fever.

“Nothing happened over the past couple of days, right?”

“Besides me crashing on a park bench and watching the stars while stalking your friends, no. Nothing bad. Actually quite freeing.” A sneeze escaped them, causing them to curl and hit their head against Daichi’s. He winced. “Sorry. Okay, maybe not nothing. I fell into the stream and might have a cold now.”

Sighing a breath of relief, Daichi rubbed his head where they made contact and walked to the kitchen. “Drop off your things in my bedroom and go take a shower. I’m gonna make some shoyu ramen.”

“Bedroom? Wow, Daichi, you’re moving fast—”

“Just go before I carry you.”

He heard the couch’s springs return to place and the padding of their feet against his good floors.

“I wish you became a fireman if you wanted to carry me. Firemen are more attractive anyways.”

“Hey!”

Before he could turn around, you were scurrying down the hall with your bag in tow.

Daichi’s couch was old, like a withering man gathering dust and had bad knees. It was fine for sitting, but after too long, bruises might appear, or a spring might snap. It was probably in need of replacing. But he hadn’t needed to replace it before.

Because of its age, and his unwillingness to part with it just yet, Daichi’s apartment didn’t have a spare place to sleep.

“Come on,” he yawned, patting (Y/N) ’s thigh. “Time for bed.”

“Give me a blanket, then.”

“No, the couch isn’t worth the pain. We’re sharing. I have a queen-sized bed.”

“I don’t wanna,” They wailed jokingly.

“Don’t make me carry you.”

“As if you’d be able to. You should have become a fireman if you wanted to go around carrying people.”

Rolling his eyes, Daichi started walking toward his bedroom. “I’m turning the lights off then.”

As soon as they clicked, he heard the couch groan and footsteps follow him down the hall.

“I let the night watch know that you came here. Don’t worry, though. Your dad doesn’t know.” Daichi said, falling backwards onto his bed and shuffling over to one side.

“Thanks.”

(Y/N) rolled onto their side, facing Daichi, as they pulled the blankets up.

“So what’s the plan?” Daichi asked, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

“What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow, what are you going to do?”

“Sleep.”

“Ha, be serious.”

It was quiet except for the friction of fabric between (Y/N) ’s fingers.

“Well, I pulled out of Uni. Not that my dad was going to continue paying for it anyways. Hmm... Maybe I’ll join the fire force.”

“Because they’re attractive?”

“I am attractive. Thank you for noticing. But my father hates firemen.”

Daichi paused his scrolling. Shutting off his phone and tossing it to the side. The comment made laughter bubble in his chest. “Is that why you’ve been saying I should be a fireman? Because your dad hates them?”

“And you’re hot.”

“What an appropriate thing to say.” He tried to look over with a deadpan expression that matched his tone, only to be met with sharp teeth and a crooked smile that melted against his.

“Thank you, by the way,” They kissed him again, hand lifting to brush against his jaw where a bit of patchy stubble was waiting to be shaved.

Daichi felt like he was about to explode the third time their lips connected. It was hot, boiling. His heart was beating through his chest and we were certain that (Y/N) could feel it through their other hand that they rested beneath his collar bone. His hand moved, brushing against their side, but before he could tug them closer, or even onto his lap, (Y/N) had pulled away and rolled to face away from him.

“Hey! You can’t just do that!” He lifted himself up to hover over their side, hands sinking into the mattress on either side of their head.

Eyes shut, or at least squinting faintly, (Y/N) curled forward to plant one last kiss on the inside of Daichi’s wrist. He felt like a firecracker waiting to burst at any moment.

“Deal with it or lock me up, copper. I’m tired.”

He wanted more.

“Lock you up, it is. Get back here.”

Being the new guy at the station came with ‘dirty work’ that no one else wanted, but Daichi was happy to do it all.

Hahahahahahahahahaha… no smut for youuuu -Bacon

Posted: 06/11/2022

[deancodedinthewater]

Route 666 Part 4

By the time Sam and Dean had arrived the truck was gone. Cassie was still shaking. Dean sat down with her. Sam went into the kitchen and made her a cup of tea. They sat quietly, Cassie leaning into Dean’s shoulder, as they waited. When Sam came back, Dean let her support herself.

Sam handed the cup to Cassie and she took it, the cup rattling in its saucer. “Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in this,” she said with a weak laugh.

“You didn’t see who was driving the truck?” Sam asked as he sat down in the arm chair.

Cassie shook her head. “It seemed like no one,” she said. “Everything was moving so fast. And then it was gone. Why didn’t it kill us?”

Dean wrapped an arm around her. “Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first,” he said. 

Sam turned to Cassie’s mom, who he had also handed a cup of tea. She was shaking too but not quite as bad as Cassie. Dean’s arm was shaking too, where it rested against her shoulders. “Mrs Robinson,” he said. “Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died.”

“Mom?” Cassie asked when her mother didn’t answer immediately.

Her mom sighed. “Martin was under a lot of stress,” she explained, trying to push it all away. Ignore it. “You can’t be sure about what he was seeing.”

“Well,” Dean growled. He took a breath, for Cassie’s sake, before continuing. “After tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight-” he waved a hand at the window with the blinds still shut tight and both women flinched. “You and Cassie are marked, okay?” He squeezed Cassie closer. “Your daughter could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it.” By the time he finished speaking, despite his best efforts, the growl was back in his voice.

“Dean,” Cassie said, trying to calm him down.

“Yes,” her mom said before Cassie could continue. And Dean’s hand brushed against Cassie’s shoulder, a silent apology. “Yes, he said he saw a truck.”

“Did he know who it belonged to?” Sam asked, leaning forwards.

Cassie’s mother refused to look at any of them and stared down into her tea cup. “He thought he did.”

“Who was it?” Dean asked.

There was a beat of silence. Cassie’s mother was shaking again, worse than Cassie this time. “Cyrus,” she whispered. And then louder, “A man named Cyrus.”

Sam and Dean made eye contact over Cassie’s head. Dean reached down and pulled the article he had found on Cyrus Dorian’s death out of it. He held it out for Cassie’s mom to see. “This Cyrus?” he asked.

Mrs Robinson glanced at the paper and then up at Dean’s face. “Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago.”

“How do you know he died, Mrs Robinson?” Dean asked, softly. He didn’t want to anger her now that they were finally getting answers. “The papers said he went missing. How do you know he died?”

“We were all very young,” Cassie’s mom said. She looked from Dean to Cassie and back again as she spoke. “I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin. In secret of course.” Her eyes dropped. “Inter-racial couples didn’t go over too well back then.” Dean squeezed Cassie’s shoulder without meaning to and her hand clasped his thigh. “When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin-” She shook her head. “-I don’t know, he changed. His hatred. His hatred was frightening.”

“The murders,” Sam realised.

“There were rumours,” Cassie’s mom said, sounding like she was trying to swallow tears. “People of colour disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and- Martin and I, we were going to be- going to be married in that little church near here. But at the last minute we decided to elope as we didn’t want the attention.”

“And Cyrus?”

The tears broke through as Dean asked that question. “The day we set for the wedding,” Cassie’s mom explained. “Was the same day someone set fire to the church. There was a children’s choir practising in there.” Her eyes dropped to her cup again. “They all died.”

“Did the attacks stop after that?” Sam asked, softer than Dean’s questions had been.

“No!” Cassie’s mom sobbed. “There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible.” Tears fell into her tea cup. “But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him.”

“Why didn’t you call the cops?” Dean asked and he knew that was a stupid question as soon as it left his mouth.

“This was 40 years ago. He called on his friends,” Cassie’s mom explained, still fighting her tears to talk. “Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus’ body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years.”

“And now all three are gone,” Sam whispered.

“And so is Mayor Todd,” Dean added. That part was still not adding up for Dean. He needed answers. “Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?”

“He was a good man,” Cassie’s mom said, whipping her eyes. “He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus’ disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he-” she let out a weak laugh. Not humour, but almost... relief? Dean wasn’t sure. “-He did nothing. Because he also knew what Cyrus had done.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Cassie said and her voice made Dean realise that her mother wasn’t the only one crying. He tightened his arm around her.

“I-” Her mother’s voice broke on a sob. “I thought I was protecting them. And now-” Her hand came up and covered her mouth. “Now there’s no one left to protect.”

“Yes,” Dean said, trying to keep from glaring at this woman. “There is.” He looked at Cassie and then her mother sucked in a breath. Dean took that to mean she understood.

-

Not long after Cassie’s mom had explained everything to them, Sam had suggested they leave mother and daughter to work things out between them. Dean had been reluctant but Sam had convinced him that Cassie needed her mom more than she needed him right now. Though, from the way he was pacing the length of the car in front of Cassie’s mom’s house, Dean did not seem to be able to calm himself down and probably would have benefited from having Cassie nearby.

Sam leant back against the Impala and watched Dean pass again. “My life was so simple,” he said as he shook his head. “Just school, exams, papers of polycentric cultural norms.”

“So I guess I saved you from a boring existence,” Dean said, turning and going back the other way.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “But sometimes I miss boring.”

Dean stopped just in front of him. “So, this killer truck-”

“I miss conversations that didn’t start with ‘this killer truck,” Sam said. He honestly was not sure if that was a joke or not. His life was so weird.

Snorting a laugh, Dean rephrased. “Well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck.” He started pacing again. “When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years.”

“So, what woke it up?”

“The construction on his house,” Dean said, turning back towards Sam as he reached the end of the car. He didn’t continue pacing this time though. He shrugged, pulling a face. “Or the destruction.”

“Right,” Sam agreed, nodding. “Demolition or remodelling can awaken spirits. Make them restless. Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?”

“I was thinking of the lunch lady,” Dean said. “But that works too.” Sam scowled at him. And then he shook his head when the reference made sense. “The guy that tore down the family homestead,” Dean continued. “Is the same guy that kept Cyrus’s murder quiet and unsolved.”

“So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood.”

“Just like the lunch lady,” Dean said, with a grin.

“Dude, this is your girlfriend’s life that’s on the line,” Sam snapped, running a hand through his hair.

“Cassie isn’t my girlfriend,” Dean defended, crossing his arms.

“What is she then?”

“It’s-” Dean stopped, glancing up at the house. “It's complicated.” He moved closer leaning against the car next to Sam.

Sam patted Dean’s shoulder, incredibly awkwardly. “You’ll work it out,” he said. For a moment they both stood there, silently staring up at Cassie’s mom’s house. Then Sam glanced over at Dean. “You know we’re gonna have to dredge that body up from that swamp, right?” Dean gave him the stupidest grin and Sam knew exactly what that meant. That was the same face he pulled when Dad said one of them had to clean the silver knives after a hunt. Sam spoke first so Sam had to do it. “Man,” he grumbled.

“You said it,” Dean said with a shrug.

“Yeah.” Sam’s shoulders dropped in defeat.

The door to the house opened and both brothers looked up as Cassie came out, pulling her cardigan close around her. Dean pushed himself off of the car and met her on the curb.

“Hey,” he said, softer than Sam had ever heard him speak without that gritty grumble that comes when he’s forcing himself to speak.

“Hey,” Cassie replied, just as soft. Sam felt like he was intruding but then Cassie looked over to him. She gestured back towards the house. “She’s asleep. Now what?”

“Well, you should stay put and look after her,” Dean said, shifting closer to her. “And We’ll be back. Don’t leave the house.”

Cassie gave Dean a secretive smile that Sam really hoped he hadn’t read correctly. “Don’t go getting all authoritative on me,” she said and Sam could see Dean’s ears going red. Great, so he had read that smile correctly. “I hate it.”

Dean glanced back towards Sam and the blush was dusting his cheeks too, sending his freckles into sharp contrast. Sam shook his head and laughed, looking down.

“Don’t leave the house, please?” Dean asked, softly. Sam laughed again. His brother was head over goddamn heels for this girl. Cassie stood up onto her toes and kissed Dean with a smile. After a moment, Sam looked up and found them fully making out. He grinned again and then cleared his throat. Dean, not breaking the kiss, held up his middle finger to Sam and Sam laughed.

When Dean broke the kiss he immediately made his way to the driver’s door. “You comin’ or what?” he asked, blush still darkening his skin. Sam rolled his eyes, but obliged nonetheless.

-

Whenever Dean got his hands on a vehicle he really should not be able to drive, he was glad that Sam never asked about it. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to talk about how, exactly, he’d learnt to drive a tractor. All he’s gonna say on the subject is farmer’s knew their way around.

Dredging up a truck from a swamp was not easy. By the time Dean had stolen the tractor and they had worked out exactly where the truck was the sun had set. They were both wet and gross and Dean really could do with a shower but they still had to actually get the truck out.

“Alright,” Sam called from the front of the tractor. “Let’s get her up!”

Taking the cue, Dean started to back the tractor up. He could feel the drag as the truck moved through the mud and gunk of the swamp.

“A little more,” Sam said. “Little more.” He paused, waving a hand at Dean. “Alright, stop!” Sam flattened his hand out. Dean flicked the tractor off and jumped down. He made his way over to where they had parked the Impala. “Nice.”

“Hell yeah,” Dean said as he opened the trunk.

“Now I see what she sees in you,” Sam said from behind Dean and he stopped rummaging through the trunk to stare at his brother.

“What?”

“Come on man,” Sam complained, rolling his shoulders sideways in an awkward gesture that Dean thought was supposed to mean something but he had no idea what. “You can admit it. You’re still in love with her.” As he said love he signed it, which Dean knew he was doing to emphasise the word. Make it so Dean couldn’t ignore it.

Dean ignored it anyway. “Can we focus please?” he said instead of answering and went back to rummaging.

“I’m just saying, Dean,” Sam whined. He wouldn’t admit it was a whine, Dean knew that, but that is exactly what it was.

“Hold that,” Dean said, handing Sam a gas canister.

Sam sighed. “Alright,” he said, giving in and taking the canister. “What am I getting?”

“Gas, flashlight,” Dean listed. Sam took the flashlight and acknowledged he had both. “Okay, let’s get this done.”

“Alright.” Dean shut the trunk and they moved back towards the rusted and gutted truck. Dean glanced at Sam. They paused for a moment and then Dean nodded. He opened the door and an emaciated, leathery corpse collapsed to the ground.

Together, they dragged the body further up to an area that was a little drier. Dean grabbed the salt and tipped the whole thing out over the body as Sam poured the gas. Once the body was saturated, Sam nodded and Dean pulled out a zippo. He flicked it open and dropped it. The corpse of Cyrus Dorian burst into flames.

“Think that’ll do it?” Sam asked as they watched the body burn.

As if on cue, the ghost truck revved its engine as it appeared. It’s headlights blindingly bright as it stared them down.

“I guess not,” Dean answered.

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[plus-size-reader]

Should Be

Damon Salvatore x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2897 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Damon’s human partner gets jealous of Katherine when she gets out of the tomb.

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Katherine coming back from the tombs wasn’t ideal for anyone.

There was a reason she’d been locked away for as long as she had and really, you didn’t get why they were letting her out in the first place.

The world was going to keep turning whether or not they let her be a part of it. At least, that was what Damon had assured you when the news broke that she had resurfaced.

You didn’t want to care.

In reality, her coming back to Mystic Falls wasn’t any of your business. You hadn’t ever had anything to do with her, and you wouldn’t, even if she came back.

Still, it would be a lie to say that you weren’t really comfortable with it.

The two of them, Katherine and Damon, they had quite a bit of history and you just couldn’t fit the feeling in the pit of your stomach that it was going to be bad news for you. It just didn’t seem right.

Maybe you were jealous, or insecure, or something like that but it didn’t really matter. All you knew was that you weren’t itching for her to come back into any of your lives.

Damon was different, for the better, than when the two of you met but Katherine had quite the hold on him for a really long time and you were worried how her poking around in your lives would affect him.

It couldn’t be good, even if she was magically on her best behavior, somehow.

You just didn’t see that happening.

You weren’t jealous, of course, you had to keep reminding yourself of that. You and Damon had been together for several years, and you knew that he loved you. It was the sort of connection that you’d never had with another person, having been enthralled with him ever since he saved your life.

As it would turn out, that was quite the bonding exercise.

However, no experience you and Damon had ever shared could compare to all the time he and Katherine had been together.

They had been in love, and whether it was real for her or not, Damon had never really even gotten over her betrayal. He cared about her deeply, and you couldn’t imagine how seeing her again would make him feel.

Until recently, you thought that you trusted Damon more than anything.

You trusted him with your life for God's sake and you were sure that nothing would ever change that, but evidently, Katherine had decided to challenge that notion.

Ever since she’d come back into all your lives, she had made a choice to just inject herself into every situation you were in. Even now, from where you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, you could hear her talking to him in the adjacent bedroom.

It was nothing more than pathetic small talk about their past together but it was more than enough to make your blood boil.

You knew more than enough about the bond they had shared and the time they spent together, you didn’t need to hear it from her on top of everything else that was on your plate.

She might not have been too much of a real threat to you, because you knew that no matter what she did, there was no undoing what she’d done to him but that didn’t make you like her any better.

Frankly, even knowing that, you’d had enough of Lady Katherine.

Her presence here, where you lived, was like a slap in the face.

Decades had passed since they were even in the same room and even then, she had done nothing more than treat him like dirt.

It seemed like common sense that she was just going to do it again, but he was letting her. Damon was barely even putting up a fight and really, you were finding it hard to believe.

After everything that she had put him through, why would he even entertain her presence in this place.

He didn’t owe her anything, not anymore.

You thought that what you and Damon had was more important to him than anything else, but if her coming back into his life was enough to make him question that, it said a lot.

So, even though you wanted to go tell her to get out, you kept it to yourself.

Not well, but you kept it to yourself.

You may have been brushing your teeth more aggressively than you ever had in your entire life, but you hadn’t said anything yet.

For you, that was a win.

Deep down, you weren’t really worried about losing him to her. If Katherine had actually bothered to get to know him all those years ago, she would know that Damon was one of the most devoted and loving men in the world.

He was now, and you were sure that he had been before all this.

You just had to break down those walls of his first.

It took some time but it was well worth it once you earned his trust. You knew that he would do anything for you, and anyone else he loved, she just didn’t actually care.

Not that it mattered to her what kind of bond you two had.

As far as she was concerned, you were just some temporary fling that Damon would get bored of and feed off of at some point, like he did most of the others. He had never actually kept a girlfriend around for very long.

He wasn’t the kind, and in any case, she was sure that you couldn’t hold a candle to her.

She had a hold on him that had lasted, at least somewhat, for all the time that she’d been locked away and in a matter of days, she was sure she could have the raven-haired male eating out of the palm of her hand.

It was that easy.

All she had to do was prove it, and at this rate, it wasn’t going to take long at all.

Here she was, sitting new to him on your fancy little bedspread with him, practically hanging on her every word while you were tucked away. Before long, she wouldn’t have to put up with you anymore at all.

He was bound to come to his senses at some point, and she had nothing but time.

She could wait it out.

Tonight though, she couldn’t have gotten away from you that easily.

You could only hide away in the bathroom for so long and once that time had run out, you entered the bathroom with a casual sigh leaving Katherine’s lips at the sight of you.

Just when she was starting to bring up all those good memories they shared, here you came to ruin it all.

“Could you please move over?” you asked, only looking at her as much as you absolutely had to, catching the tail end of an eye roll that you would have been okay with missing entirely.

All she did was scoff, clearly inconvenienced.

“Why? Am I hurting you here?” she asked, not bothering to cover up the hatefulness in her tone, not that you or Damon was surprised. Speaking of, the dark haired male was still just sitting there, waiting for someone to lunge at the other.

He wasn’t a huge fan of her being here either, but he was trying to be civil.

There was a chance they would need her and burning that bridge too early could cause problems along the way, or at least that was what Stefan told him.

He’d lived without her for a long time and he’d be fine if she fell off the face of the earth tomorrow. Though, if she kept testing you, she may not make it until tomorrow.

She may have had the upper hand over you as far as vampire strength was concerned but you all knew that if she tried to do anything to you, he would turn her head so far around that she’d be the one really out of place.

He wasn’t going to let her hurt you, not if it really came down to it.

“That’s where I sleep,” you explained, gesturing to where she was, sprawled out on your side of the bed, without a care in the world. It wasn’t the kind of thing that you even thought you had to explain but she was pushing you.

She wanted to start a fight.

To Katherine, this was all a game and she had nothing to lose.

There were no rules and she was betting on the fact that she could break you with very little effort.

However, there was one thing she was forgetting. You and Damon shared something she could never hope to have with him, something she had given up a long time ago.

Love

You respected Damon and you cared about him.

The two of you were together through the good times and the bad, not just when you needed something from him or you were bored. In that way, she couldn’t hope to touch what you shared.

Still, there was one thing that worried you.

Katherine was gorgeous.

Her body was incredible, and she had no problem showing it off which she had made very clear tonight. Where you would have wanted to hide away and never go outside again, she just strolled around in nearly nothing, without a care in the world.

Emotionally, you and Damon couldn’t have been closer but physically, you couldn’t help but feel like she would beat you had there been some kind of competition.

Even you would have chosen her over you in that regard.

When she stood from the bed, dramatically throwing her hair over her shoulder to give Damon one final wink before leaving, you got a good look at her long legs, even further making you rethink yourself.

Why was Damon with you when he could have had her all this time? Sure, he didn’t know she was down there until today but now that he knew, there was nothing keeping him from picking her.

After she’d left, you plopped down on your side of the bed, immediately turning away from Damon and cuddling into your pillow.

You knew it wasn’t his fault you were having these thoughts about yourself, but you didn’t want to be around him right now.

You didn’t want him to be reminded of what he could have had.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, after a few seconds of sitting in the dark, staring at the back of your head without a kiss on his lips. You always kissed him before bed, but tonight, you didn’t even seem to care if he was breathing.

It was unlike you and it worried him, not that he would ever admit it.

You didn’t answer right away, letting his words simmer in the air for a few moments as you thought about what you wanted to say. There weren’t really words that would make any sense to him.

From where he was sitting, you would seem jealous and out of your mind but this wasn’t about Katherine anymore.

For you, this was about how he’d settled with the wrong woman and you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you about his feelings.

How could he be attracted to you when you looked like you did?

You had asked him before, on a bad day when you woke up feeling huge and ugly, but this was different. Katherine prancing around here had shown you everything that you could have looked like.

What you should have looked like.

“It’s nothing, let’s just go to bed” you tried, far too physically and mentally exhausted to have this conversation.

For now, you just wanted to get some sleep, you could deal with Katherine and all her business tomorrow.

As for your body, that was just going to have to be tomorrow's problem as well. Physical exhaustion always won out over mental anguish, no matter how much you tried to force your own hand in that regard.

All you could hope was that you felt better in the morning, and maybe then, you could explain all this weird stuff to Damon.

~

You woke up to a cold bed, which was pretty much par for the course when it came to sleeping next to a vampire but when you rolled around and found he was gone, that was when you got a little worried.

That was new.

Damon never got out of bed before you, if he even got out of bed when you did, and you couldn’t help but be concerned about what he could have been doing.

Knowing Damon, it could have literally been anything.

Though, the last thing you expected to find when you turned the corner was the man you loved, trying and failing to make what smelled like chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“Good morning my love, would you care to explain why I went to bed without a goodnight kiss?” he wondered, focusing more on the glass of bourbon in his hands than the breakfast that was surely burning on the stove.

He always tried his best where the more domestic stuff was concerned but it just wasn’t his strong suit. He just wasn’t as much of a wiz in the kitchen as he liked to pretend that he was in moments like this.

“After I put out the grease fire you’re about to start” you sighed, moving the pan from the fire and setting it in the sink.

Damon wasn’t going to let you get off easy after last night, but the most you could do was buy yourself some time before you made an absolute fool out of yourself.

He wasn’t about to just let this go.

He never did.

“I’m serious, you got all squirrely after Katherine left” Damon prodded, his hands falling on your hips, which he used as leverage to turn you toward him, trapped between his body and the sink.

You sighed, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t have to have this conversation but knowing that you would.

It was embarrassing.

Part of you, the mature part, knew that this wasn’t that big of a deal but the other part couldn’t help but hate her. She wasn’t just some beautiful girl, Mystic Falls was full of those, but Katherine was a threat.

This was much more about how she was clearly trying to take Damon from you than actually just trying to be a friend to any of you.

She wasn’t that kind.

“Excuse me if I’m not thrilled to have your psychotic ex girlfriend prancing around in her underwear” you scoffed, not understanding what it really was that he was missing.

You were projecting, of course, but there was no real way around it. As insecure as Katherine made you, her being here was just as much of the problem. You didn’t want her injecting herself into your life.

It wasn’t her place, and the idea that he wanted you to somehow be okay with it was really messing with you.

“Cute”

From Damon, that was little more than a casual huff but he knew you better than to just believe that. It wasn’t like you to act like you did last night, not with him, even where she was concerned.

You were better than that.

You were better than her, that was why he didn’t think anything of her immature little games.

“Now the truth” he prompted, a soft smile on his face as he waited for you to tell him what was really eating at you. This had been dragging out for way too long, and he really just wanted to get it over with.

He wanted to help  you feel better, and he would do anything he could to make that happen, you both knew that.

Damon would have gladly turned her inside out if it would make a difference, but first, you had to tell him what was bothering you. He was good, but he wasn’t that good. You had to give him something to go off of.

“She is what I should be, what you deserve” you muttered, the words barely leaving your lips as you thought about them. You didn’t want to admit it to him, almost as much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You didn't like that she got under your skin, because she knew that she could. The more you let her, the more she got what she wanted.

...and you hated that.

“I think I’d rather have you” Damon shrugged, not even hesitating in his response. Given the two of you, and the person that Katherine was, there was nothing in the world he would have rather had than you.

He definitely didn’t want her.

Katherine had turned her back on Damon a million and one times, and at the end of the day, she couldn’t have given a damn what happened to him but you weren’t like that. You had the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever known, in several lifetimes.

There was nothing he wouldn’t trade, if it meant that he got to keep you.

At the end of the day, you were his person and he knew a good thing when he had it.

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Chaotic as The Sea (3/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k Warning: swearing, violence Part Summary: The Black Pearl arrives in Bimini and as any adventure with Jack Sparrow, there’s chaos

Masterlist

Two days later... 

Will

We arrive at Bimini as the sun begins to set. Y/N and Barbosa argue that we should wait until sunrise to explore the island. I argue that we can't waste another minute without trying to rescue Elizabeth. Jack, to my surprise, agrees that we shouldn't wait. Though, I think his reasoning is because he wants to see the fountain. 

Barbosa, Jack, Gibbs, Ragetti, Pintel, Y/N, and I all hop off the boat to explore the island. Gibbs, Will, and Pintel all carry long torches for us as the only sources of light. 

"Okay, so I know the general direction, but unless you feel like risking the chance of getting lost, which I don't, I suggest we use the compass," Y/N announces. 

"I thought you were certain of the fountain's location," Barbosa remarks a tad agitated. 

"Every tree and speck of white sand look exactly the same. Next trip, I'll drop your ass in a jungle in the middle of the night and tell you to find your way out!" She snaps. 

"Okay, well then let's use the compass." Ragetti takes the compass of Jack's belt and hands it to Y/N. 

The device begins to spin in her hand and Ragetti peeks over her shoulder. Jack quietly moves to stand beside her, wishing to catch a glimpse of himself. 

Abruptly, Y/N shuts the compass and frantically tries to get rid of it. "Oh uh, no it's okay, Jack can take it." She tosses it to him. 

"Me?" He looks at her wide-eyed and panicky. "No, give it to Will! He wants to find the bloody place." He tosses it to me. 

"What's wrong with you two?" Barbosa yells in frustration. 

"The compass doesn't work for them," I state. 

"Seriously!" Y/N huffs. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barbosa questions. 

"When Jack holds it the arrow points to Y/N," I explain pointing between them. 

"Who told you that!" Jack questions. 

Then, Jack and Y/N both glare at Gibbs. "Gibbs!" They bark in unison. 

The older man holds up his hands in surrender. 

"Well, why can't Y/N do it?" Pintel questions timidly, circling his hands together. 

"Why can't Will just bloody do it and we can move on!" The woman challenges. 

Jack nods. "I'm with her on this one." 

I sigh. "When Y/N holds it, it points toward whatever she wants so bad in New France." 

"But isn't New France North of here?" Ragetti questions. 

"Yes!" The rest of us answer in unison. 

His face scrunches together in confusion. "But uh-" 

Y/N elbows Ragetti in the ribs. "Shut it!" She's quick to change the subject. "Let's go! Will! I'll lead the way, you just act as a checker." 

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30 minutes later... 

Y/N

As the seven of us continue to march through the thick jungle, Jack appears beside me. "After we're finished in New France. I say you and I pay a visit to Tortuga for old time's sake." 

I laugh. "Ha! Wish to relive our break-up?" 

"Think of it as a celebration of our reunion," he tries to sugarcoat it. 

I roll my eyes, laughing as I move ahead to join Will up front. "In your dreams!" 

Ragetti

I pick up my pace to catch up with Pintel. "I know something you don't know!" 

"What?" He eagerly asks. 

"When Y/N was holding the compass, the arrow was pointing toward her," I whisper. 

His face scrunches together. "Y/N desires herself?" 

"No!" I huff. "Jack was standing next to her!" 

He gasps, putting it all together. "So you mean-" 

"Yes!" 

He grins. "That's kinda sweet actually." 

Y/N

"Now be careful!" I announce to the men, watching my step as we get closer to the mountainside. "The natives made pit traps and other boobytraps-" 

Before I can finish my warning. Jack screams from the back of the group. When I whip my head around, Jack is nowhere to be seen. "For idiots like Jack," I sigh. 

"Does anyone see him?" Will questions, moving his torch around. 

"It's kind of dark!" Gibbs remarks. 

"Thank Jack and Will for that! They refused to wait until morning," I grumble, marching back to where I last saw Jack.  

"Jack!" We all call in a scatter as we search. 

"Captain!" Gibbs shouts. 

We all watch our steps, checking the heavily covered jungle floor and sky for any sign of him. He could be hanging from a tree in a net or in a hole somewhere. If it's deep enough and well covered, it'll be hard to hear him.

"This is ridiculous!" Gibbs huffs. 

"I say we leave him and tell the crew some natives got him," Barbosa suggests.  

"I have an idea," I announce as one pops into my head. "Give me the compass," I ask Will, holding out my head. 

"But how will that help?" He questions with a raised brow. 

I hold the compass in my palm and lift the lid. I watch as the arrow spins. Soon, each of the men are gathered around me in a circle, eager to catch a glimpse. Then, the arrow stops, pointing Southeast. The men break apart, allowing me to follow it. 

"Watch your step," I advise. 

I keep a close eye on the arrow, making sure it doesn't change direction. I'm about to take another step when Will suddenly grabs my arm. I glance ahead and realize there's a massive pit in front of me. Its edges were covered in leaves and brush. 

"Oh, thanks," I exhale deeply. 

"Captain! You down there?" Gibbs shouts down below, holding a torch above the massive pit. 

I kneel down beside the pit and await an answer. 

There's a faint, "Am I dead?" 

I giggle and shout back. "No, you're not dead you idiot!" 

"Pintel! Ragetti! Go fetch a rope from the ship!" Barbosa commands, sending the two off. 

I laugh, relieved that Jack is okay. Based on the distant swooshing sound, the pit is filled with water thankfully, not spikes. This could've been a recovery mission. I sit back on my knees and glance up to find the remaining three men staring at me with knowing grins. 

"What!" I sass, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Nothing," they all say, breaking apart to roam in different directions. 

I roll my eyes, such nosy people, pirates. 

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The men work together, yanking Jack up from the bottom of the pit. I remained to kneel beside the edge, holding up a torch so we can see Jack when he pops up. 

"Ho!" Barbosa calls out as they tug the robe. "Ho!" 

Soon, Jack appears from within the darkness and I grip his belt, guiding him to safety. The men release the rope and relax, releasing panting breaths. 

"You okay? Captain!" Gibbs questions. 

"Yeah," Jack flips onto his back, catching his breath, "yeah, I should be fine. How did you-" His eyes flicker about until his eyes land on the compass on the ground beside me. 

"Ah, now that's interesting." A cheeky smirk begins to form on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. 

I shove him in the shoulder, frustrated. "I told you to watch where you were going!" He has no idea how worried I was. 

"I was a tad distracted by you, Love," he chuckles. 

My eyes fall shut as I release a sigh of relief. Thank God, he's okay. 

Jack places his hand on my thigh, capturing me by surprise. His dark eyes meet might and I place my hand over his. He flips his over and they interlock in my lap. His eyes soften at the sight. 

Suddenly, there's a series of yells from across the jungle. Each of us tosses our heads to the side and sees small glimmers of light in the distance. Jack flies up beside me from his laid position. 

"Are they with us?" He questions. 

There's the ring of a gunshot and the bullet hits the tree right by Barbosa's head. 

"Don't think so!" Will declares, his voice shaky. 

"Who are they?" I shout. 

"Wait! They're Black Beard's men! I remember one of them. He's the one who took Elizabeth!" Will determines. 

“How did they find the fountain?” Barbosa yells. 

“He knew you’d come and find me!” I comprehend and look over at Jack. “He’s been following us here!” 

Pintel and Ragetti immediately make a run for it. 

“I’m with them, time to go!” Will decides and starts to run back to the ship. 

Jack takes my hand and instantly brings me to my feet. We begin to run too, hand in hand. 

“Cowards!” Barbosa shouts and stands his ground. He whips out his gun and begins to shoot at the mob. “Come and get it you slimy gits! Ha!” He laughs. 

Running utterly blind in the dark jungle, there’s hardly any light other than that that can make it through the tree tops from the moon. We make it through the jungle and see the beach a few yards ahead. Will and the two morons make a bee-line for the ship, when they’re suddenly stopped by a cluster of Blackbeard’s men running from down the beach. Jack pulls me into his side and draws his sword.

 Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I’m yanked away from Jack. He immediately whips around and his eyes grow wide. My back slams into someone’s chest and I struggle to free myself. More of Blackbeard’s men appear from within the jungle and begin to fight Jack. Two men begin to drag me off and I fling around, trying to break free. 

"Jack!" I scream. “Let me go you bastards!” 

Jack searches for me and when he finally spots me, he screams. "No!" He looks at me pleading and full of guilt. 

As more of Blackbeard’s men appear, we both quickly realize there’s nothing either of us can do. These morons are taking me to their ship, more than likely to see their captain and to be held prisoner. This is yet another reunion I did not request. 

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After sailing out to the Queen Anne's Revenge a couple hundred yards from the island, the nasty men take me aboard and immediately drag me off to the captain’s quarters. They swing open the double doors below top deck and we enter a familiar red velvet decorated office. 

A tall man stands behind the desk with his back to us. "And who do we have here?" A familiar voice purrs. When he spins around, his grin falls to confusion. "Y/N?" 

"I told you! Idiots!" I huff and yank my arms free from his buffoons."Hi, Eddie," I offer a fake smile.

"Eddie?" The pair beside me repeat in unison. 

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "How many times must I tell you?" 

"You could hand me the Templar Treasure yourself, I won't call you Blackbeard. It's stupid," I laugh, approaching him. 

"Leave us," he commands his minions. Once we’re allow, he moves to stand the other side of his desk. He props himself against it with a grin. "So, you and Jack are back together again..." 

"No way in hell," I snicker, taking a look about his office. He’s changed it in the last five years. "He promised me he knew where the Templar Treasure was, I'm simply completing my half of the deal." 

"Which is?" He inquires. 

I stop my admiring of his decor to meet his gaze. "Showing him to the fountain." 

"You would honestly betray me like that?" He acts offended my placing his hand against his chest. 

"If it guaranteed me the Holy Grail? Yes,” I stand firm. 

"Your loyalties still lie with that treasure? You truly are a pirate at heart,” he smirks. He rises from his position on the desk to pour us chalices of wine. As he approaches me, his eyes travel up and down my entirety. "Dare I say, you look amazing." 

I accept the wine, but roll my eyes at his compliment. "Oh save it.” 

He pouts dramatically. "What happened to the spirited eighteen-year-old I first met?” He reaches up and tucks strands of my hair behind my ear. “You're bitter now." 

I lift my arm and knock his hand away from me. "It's called maturing." 

"Have you matured enough to conclude that I'm the better man than Jack?" He smirks, stepping closer to me. 

I move away from him and toward the book case against the far wall behind his desk. "I think I prefer neither of you,” I answer over my shoulder. 

"One point, if I recall correctly, there was a point where you couldn't choose between us." He narrows his eyes, taking a sip of his wine as he creeps closer to me again. "Do you remember those few months in Bermuda?" 

I shift of my heels, allowing my eyes to fall to the Persian rug beneath them. "It was always going to be him, Eddie..." 

Abruptly, he rushes toward me and pins me against the bookcase. My wine falls out of my hand and stains the rug. "I could've had you if I wanted!" He growls. 

I look him dead in the eyes with a clenched jaw. "You dare threaten me!” 

He laughs mockingly. "What? Going to curse me?" 

I grin. "That used to terrify you if I recall correctly." 

"You're all bark and no bite. I happen to know for a fact, you don't practice dark magic!" He challenges. 

"Just because I don't practice it, doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.”  

There’s a commotion outside and soon the double doors swing open to reveal Jack marching in, gun drawn. While Eddie is distracted I pick up a vase off one of the shelves near me and I knock him over the head with it. The vase shatters into a hundred pieces over his head and the man falls to the ground with a thud at my feet. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I meet Jack’s gaze. His eyes flicker away from the man knocked out on the floor and up to me. 

"I hate that I'm relieved to see you," I pant. 

He runs over to me and takes my hand. "Consequence of loving me." He guides me over to one of the windows and swings it open. “Can you jump?” 

I look at him as though he as three heads. “Can you jump? What kind of dumb question is that?” I mock. Then, I ask him a similar dumb question. “I don’t know Jack, can you swim?” I roll my eyes and climb up onto the windowpane and jump out. 

“Jesus, Mary, and the bloody camel sorry for asking!” I hear him grumble under his breath as climbs out the window and jumps in after me. 

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Jack

We’re not sure how we’ll get Elizabeth back, but we will. Though, I suspect that he was never after the fountain. No, what he truly wanted was Y/N and the fountain was just a cover-up. I brought her right to him. For now, we just need to create some distance between us so we can form a plan. 

Y/N climbs the ladder above me and Gibbs helps her on board. She offers him a thank you and brushes herself down. The crew is well into their tasks, getting us far from this island as soon as possible. 

“Glad to see you’re safe, Miss,” Gibbs greets. 

“Did everyone make it back okay?” She questions as I climb aboard. 

“Yes, even I,” Barbosa announces with a proud grin. “Not with the help of you lot,” he adds. 

“Don’t exactly have a death wish,” she giggles. 

“There’s a change of clothes for you in the Captain’s office,” Gibbs informs her. 

She offers him thanks and begins toward my quarters. Barbosa and Gibbs break apart to return to their positions. 

“You! Hold it!” I call out. 

The two men glance in my direction, wondering who I’m speaking to. They follow my gaze to Y/N. 

She whips her head around, her gorgeous, long, wavy, Y/H/C flowing in the breeze. She crosses her arms over chest. “Excuse me?” She scoffs with a grin forming on her lips. 

I narrow my gaze at her. “I have one question.” 

Barbosa and Gibbs watch the interaction, their heads tilting back and forth between us with each exchange. The crew too watches as they attempt to multitask with their duties. Her eyes remain on the deck panels and anywhere else but me. 

“Did you know the compass would lead you to me?” I ask. 

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s reluctant to answer despite the amused expression she wears. Then, her eyes rise to meet mine with a sigh. “Yes... maybe...” 

I smirk, approaching her slowly. “Oh see now that’s interesting, don’t you think?” 

“What? Just going to gloat about the ship now?” She rolls her eyes, directing her focus in the distance away from me. 

I bring my hands up to her cup her face and make her meet my gaze. To my surprise and pleasure, she doesn’t move from her spot or shove me away. Instead, brings her fingers to hook through the loops of belt. 

“You stay with me from now on. No more hiding out.” I smirk. “That’s an order,” I tease quietly between us. 

“Whatever you say...” Her eyes fall to my lips and then flicker back to my eyes. She grins. “Captain.” 

One my hands slips behind her head to her neck and I bring my lips to meet hers in a needy kiss. Her arms fling over my shoulders, deepening the kiss. 

“Now they’re going to be insufferable!” I hear Barbosa grumble to Gibbs as he stomps off. 

Five years of searching for her, waiting for, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. What happened between us all those years ago is one of my greatest regrets if not the biggest. Our relationship has never been easy, in fact it’s exceedingly complicated and one giant headache. We haven’t stopped arguing since the moment we met and rarely agree on anything. Yet, we love as we do argue with each other, passionately and with everything we have. Now that I have Y/N back and I know she loves me in return, I’m never letting her go. God help me if I let Blackbeard anywhere near her. 

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