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I Can See You | Part One

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Reader | Part Two

Summary: Entering a secret relationship with her boss is something she always imagined, but never something she thought could happen.

Warnings: age gap, boss/subordinate relationship, secret relationship, sneaking around, office sex - Oral (fem receiving), canon typical violence (case mentioning rape and murder) mentions of Foyet, Aarons scars and Haley. Food mention, Smut - oral (mostly male receiving, light female receiving) unprotected p in v, creampies.

Word Count: 10.7k

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

When she joined the FBI and applied to the behavioural analysis unit, she thought her mind would be plagued with unsubs and victims and heartbreak. She was so sure that seeing horrific images and knowing disgusting details would haunt her in her sleep and eclipse her daydreams. And sure, they do bother her, it is hard to stomach sometimes… but there were upsides to this job. Very handsome, very muscular and very delicious, upsides.

She works in the bullpen, she doesn’t see much action, she just files a bunch of reports. She talks to leads on the phone, she consults on cases that VICAP has marked as ones to watch and once a week she brings a couple boxes worth of files up to her boss to give him a rundown on what’s going on. A lot of this Job used to be JJ’s, back when she was the Media Liaison but now that she’s an SSA, keeping track of requests of assistance from police precincts across the United States has fallen onto her plate.

Talking to Agent Hotchner once a week was both a blessing and a curse. She had her meetings with him Fridays at 4:30PM unless he was away on a case, then it was bumped to the morning after he returned at 8AM. That’s what she has to do this morning. All last week they were in Ohio, they returned around midday on Saturday, had the rest of the weekend off and were scheduled to meet at the round table Monday at 10.

She wakes up extra early, she has the longest shower of her life so she can wash her hair and shave everything. Then she puts on her makeup and does her hair all nice and she picks an outfit that was equally pretty and professional. It’s exhausting, but she’d do absolutely anything to look good for her boss. Even if it’s wrong and she knows nothing will happen, a girl can dream.

And she does dream about him. All the time, both awake and asleep. She imagines him walking past her in the hallway, their knuckles brushing ever so lightly because he’d do anything just for the chance to touch her. She imagines him calling her up to his office but instead of asking her to take a seat in the chairs in front of his desk, he sits her on the desk itself, legs open just wide enough for him to stand between them and look down at her. He’d run his finger along her jaw, to her chin so he can force her to look up at him. He’d talk to her in a mere whisper, asking if she’s been good, if she’s done all her work and if she deserves a reward… she gets lost in her daydreams at her desk and before she knows it, he’s standing at the railing in front of his office, calling her name.

“Are you coming?”

“Yes sir,” she rushes to her feet, soothes out her dress and grabs her things. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he truly doesn’t mind. He lets her enter his office first, he follows and shuts the door behind himself. “It’s early on a Monday, I’m sure you had fun this weekend?”

“Not really,” she shakes her head and then swallows sharply. “I uh, I have the reports ready for you, I was expecting to do them Friday, I can’t believe that last case went on 6 days.”

“It was a tough one,” Hotch agrees, making his way back over to his desk and taking a seat.

She follows his lead, taking a seat in front of his desk in one of the nice upholstered chairs. She crosses her ankles and sits as straight as she can, her breathing is rigid and she feels so awkward around him all the time. He’s too handsome for a job like this.

“Are you okay?” He asks, knowing by her body language that something is up.

She nods, furrowing her brow, she just keeps nodding, unable to find the words. “Yeah. Yeah, no I’m fine. Sorry. I don’t know why I always do this with you.”

He smirks, leans back in his chair and tries his hardest not to laugh. He’s too good at his job not to know. “I thought you wanted to be a profiler?”

“Okay,” she nervously pushes that comment to the side and cracks open her file. “I’ve gone through all the cases, I assigned the non-urgent ones to our bullpen agents and then I listed the ones you guys should look into by importance. At the top of the list we have what I think is a family annihilator in Utah who has gotten two families so far in the last 3 weeks. There’s a serial killer in Boston, he killed a man on the 4th of May and then again on the 7th of June. I don't suspect he’ll move to 3 until July, but we never know, he could speed up the process. And then there’s a string of rapes at the colleges in California: CalTech, Berkley, Stanford, Cal-State, but the last vic was murdered in her dorm room in Irvine. I’m not sure if it’s because she saw him this time or if he’s just getting braver.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Well, the 4 girls who have come forward so far say he was in a ski mask, so either she saw him this time and he didn’t want her to tell the sketch artist or he just wanted to move to murder. Either way, she’s dead and now that he’s killed he might not be able to stop.”

“Okay. We’ll brief the family annihilator to the team at 10 but if you hear anything more about this college rapest, you call me,” Hotch says as he goes to stand up. He moves around the desk and takes a seat on the corner. “What can you tell me about our next case?”

She sighs, “Not much. First, he killed a mother and her 3 daughters were killed, no sexual assault on any of them but there was semen found at the scene so he clearly got off on what he did… I had it ran through CODIS and we didn’t get any matches so he hasn’t been arrested for prior offences. In the second family there was no DNA on the scene but again, he killed another single mother and her son and daughter this time.”

“Okay. Any connection between the moms?”

She shakes her head, “Not that I could find. I did however notice that the one daughter from the first murder has a cousin on her dad's side and he played t-ball with the son from the second murder. I don’t have anything else. I’m sure Garcia will be able to get deeper than I can.”

“You’ve done a wonderful job,” he compliments. “You’ve been a great asset to the whole floor, we haven’t been this organized since 2009.”

Her body heats up with the smallest of compliments, overjoyed with praise, she smirks and fidgets in her seat. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You don’t have to call me Sir all the time,” he assures her. “Unless you like it.”

Her eyes widen, she’s so sure this is another one of her daydreams. “Excuse me?”

“I see the way you look at me, I’m not oblivious.”

“Sir, I-I-I-” she says it again, going to defend herself but she doesn’t know what else to say.

“You want me.”

She’s quick to stand up, “I don’t know what’s happening here so I’m going to go.”

“Wait,” he stalls her. “Please, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just… I’ve noticed how you always dress the nicest on the days we meet and you wear this perfume that I know is well above your pay grade. You get nervous, your brow sweats and your breathing changes. Those are all the telltale signs of a crush. I’m just less obvious in the way I feel about you.”

“I’m almost positive I’m dreaming right now,” she jokes, unable to believe this is happening.

“You’re not,” he reaches out for her hand and draws her in closer. From where he’s sitting on the desk, he’s just her height now.

She stares into his deep brown eyes and swoons. “Hotch…”

“I want to see where this could go,” he whispers. “We could keep it just between us, no one has to know. I won’t treat you any differently, I promise."

She quickly leans in, taking her chance to kiss him. Their lips touch, his hand comes up to cup her cheek and she can’t help herself from holding his sides, inside his suit jacket. She melts into him. This is everything she’s ever wanted and more. When she pulls back, she stares at him again, “where did this come from?”

“I really don’t know,” he admits. “I’m always excited to meet with you no matter how terrible the cases are, I enjoy getting to see you in the halls and I smile when you text me. I think you’re wonderful.”

“Are you sure you just haven’t been single too long,” she teases. “I hear them talk. You dated a woman named Beth, 3 years ago and haven’t even hinted about going on a date since… are you sure you’re not just lonely?”

“I’m sure,” he nods. “I like you but I don’t want this to ruin how we get our jobs done.”

“It won’t,” she’s quick to assure him. “I can keep a secret. I can do my job and I can meet you where ever you want for whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” He teases, brushing her hair behind her ear.

She nods again, more eagerly this time. “Anything, sir.”

He hums, “I do like the sound of that.”

“I knew you would, that’s why I keep saying it,” she teases him right back. “I told you I wanted to be a profiler.”

“So that’s all it takes, huh? I tell you I like you and suddenly you’re comfortable around me?”

“Mhm,” she nods, biting back a smile. “I was afraid of embarrassing myself before… I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to brief the team on the new case in an hour.”

“Just pretend this was another one of your daydreams, I know you can behave yourself for me, can’t you?”

She nods again, “I’ll be the most professional girl in the world for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he coos. “And maybe when I get home I can give you a reward.”

She tries so hard not to moan then and there, “Sounds good, sir.”

His thumb brushes over her cheekbone, and he tilts his head to the side slightly. She’s never noticed how long his lashes are, but she’s noticing now that he’s staring at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes, “tell me now if you’re 100% sure about this, if you’re not, if this isn’t something you want to do I can back off and I’ll never mention it again. I came on a little too strong, but I’ve been thinking about being with you for a while now. I don’t want you to only say yes because I’m your boss.”

“Aaron,” she uses his real name so that he knows just how serious she is. “I would love nothing more than to sneak around and be with you at work and maybe have some dates outside of work and to be yours. Even if it’s just something casual and fun and for a little bit of time until you tire of me—

“I won’t,” he cuts her off.

“Either way, I want this,” she says quite firmly. “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, god I can’t even tell you how badly I’ve wished this would happen, I can’t believe it is happening,” she admits, the words just falling from her lips.

“Well, it is,” he smirks.

“Can I kiss you again?”

He nods, pulling her in closer once more, pressing his lips to hers gently at first. She wraps her arms around his back, feeling how warm he is under his jacket and how muscley his back is. The kiss heats up a bit, his hand slips around to the nape of her neck and his other hand rests on her lower back. She can tell he wants to go lower, to cup her ass and pull her flush against him. But he doesn’t, he’s got a semblance of control left as his tongue explores hers for the first time.

Months and months of dressing up and looking pretty for him, making sure her work was done perfectly and being as nice as humanly possible to him paid off. It paid off so well. Kissing him like this in his office with the blinds closed was better than winning the lottery, honestly. Having his hands on her, his tongue in her mouth, knowing there would be a lot more where this came from… she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

And this was just the beginning.

—

She went from dressing up once a week to wearing her prettiest outfits every day. She had no idea what days he’d be in the office, she didn’t know how fast they were going to go with this thing they’ve started. She’s never done this before. Sure, she’s had plenty of boyfriends but she’s never had a casual and secret relationship with her boss… she’s seen it in movies, she’s read about it in books, but in practice? She has no idea what to expect.

Needless to say, she’s been wearing lots of skirts and pretty blouses, she went home that night he came on to her and searched her underwear drawers for her nicest lingerie… but she hated everything she owned. So, she went shopping. She even went as fast as explaining her situation to the sales lady so she could help her out.

“Is this for a date or an anniversary?” She asked, simply wanting to help.

“Uh…” she struggles to find an answer for her. So she just tells her the truth. “My boss admitted he thinks I’m beautiful and wants to start a casual thing and so I want to be prepared if anything… sexy happens in the office.”

“Oh,” she’s surprised by that but by the look on her face, she’s excited for her. “Is he older?”

She nods, “Yeah he’s in his 50s but he’s very handsome you’d have no idea how old he is unless he told you… and we work in a serious field, so like, I have to wear very professional clothes but I want pretty underwear under my suits in case something happens.”

“And do you have a budget?”

“I don’t want to spend more than like 2, 3 hundred,” she confirms. “Can you help me?”

“Gladly,” she smiles, dragging Y/N through the store and tossing her pair after pair of bras and panties as well as lace body suits, garter belts and thigh-high stockings. She has so many things by the time she gets to the dressing room, she’s so overwhelmed but the lady knew exactly what she was doing.

Trying them on, she’s never felt so hot in her whole life. She has no shame opening the curtain and showing the sales assistant, who tightens straps and re-situates her boobs in the bras. “You look hot… hot enough for an affair with your boss.”

“Oh, he’s not married,” she corrects her. “He got divorced in 2007… he’s been single for years, he said he’s never had the confidence to hit on an employee before but apparently because I’m so obvious with my crush on him, he’s confident enough to start something.”

“Mhm, they all say that,” she’s hesitant to believe it.

“No, I think he’s being serious, I mean, in our job its kinda hard to lie to each other—

“What do you do?”

“I consult on criminal cases,” she simplifies it so she doesn’t know she’s an FBI agent.

“Oh, oooh,” she’s really surprised. “Do you have darker dress shirts that these pieces won’t be seen underneath?”

“Yeah, I have a lot of darker blouses and dresses, I mostly wear black and grey,” she shares. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she turns to the side, admiring herself. “I love this.”

“You’ve looked amazing in everything.”

“I’ll take them all,” she gives in, not caring how much she’s about to spend if the end result is Aaron Hotchner being unable to resist her. She wants to render him speechless, have him wanting to rip everything off her and even put on a little show when she eventually has to redress.

This was going to be fun.

—

He texts her work phone in the middle of the night on Thursday.

“We finished the case. Can you meet with me in the morning to talk about California?”

She sees it when she wakes up. Anxiety bubbles in her stomach, seeing him again was going to be interesting. She has just enough time to shower, moisturize, do her makeup, and get all dressed up in a new lingerie set and thigh-high stockings and slips a dress over top. She goes over the case on her subway ride into Quantico and she sits in his office promptly at 8am, before Hotch even arrives.

When he gets in she knows it because the bullpen goes quiet. The morning mingling dies down as he climbs the few sets leading to his office and then picks up again once his door is shut. He drops his suitcase on the couch by his filing cabinet, shakes off his coat and starts unbuttoning his cuffs to push his sleeves up his forearms. “Good morning.”

“Morning… how are you?”

“Tired,” he admits, already reaching for the blinds to twist them closed. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” she says, hoping he believes her. “I don’t really have any updates on the case in California, we haven’t had any more college campus rapes or murders, he normally takes a week or 2 off between victims.”

“You know that’s not why I invited you in here,” he teases, already at the last blind. Once he’s done he turns to her, “Come here.”

She puts the file down on the other chair and stands carefully, making sure her dress is still neatly laying against her body. “I know… I just, I don’t know what to expect from you anymore, that’s all.”

He places his hands on her shoulders and soothes down her arms, holding her by her elbows and staring into her eyes, “I want to see you when I get back from my cases, that’s all.”

“It’s too bad I can’t come with you,” she teases with a smile. “I’d be able to keep you company and help you destress.”

He laughs, “Everyone would catch on to us if we did that.”

“I know,” she sighs. A girl can dream, though. “Was it a hard case?”

He shakes his head, “Not necessarily.”

“That’s good, at least,” she tries so hard to keep the conversation going but she doesn’t know what else to say other than asking him questions.

“Have any other cases popped up that you think we should look into?” He asks.

She shakes her head, “it’s been a pretty tame week, I’ve referred a couple cases to agents around the office and they’re all handling them well. I’ve had a few phone calls from different precincts asking for advice so I helped where I could and sent them up the chain of command where I couldn't. Nothing to worry about.”

“You take such good care of this place while I’m away,” he compliments, his hands now on her waist, travelling lower. “do you remember what I said on Monday?”

She nods, “that I’d be rewarded for my good work… but I have a question.”

“Okay?” He smirks, amused.

“What happens if I do a terrible job?”

“Oh,” he wasn’t expecting that. “Well, then you’d be punished.”

She hums, thinking about it. “Good to know.”

“Is that something you’d want?”

She shrugs, “I’m not sure, I haven’t seen what it’s like to be rewarded for my good behaviour yet, sir.”

“You’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” she has no shame in it. “I have no idea what to expect with all of this, I might as well have some fun while it lasts.”

“Do you want to discuss expectations and limits, would that ease your mind?”

She nods, “very much so.”

“You’re allowed to say no, encouraged to, even. This isn’t all about me. Yes, I want you, yes I’d love to take you right here on my desk but I care about you feeling safe and secure. If you rather only mess around at hotels or your apartment, I’m okay with that, too. On nights my son is with his aunt or a friend, you can come to my house, if he’s home I can’t do anything with you. Unless, maybe on the phone but even then, I have to be quiet.”

“That’s understandable.”

“What we do together should be fun,” he reminds her. “A lot of this job isn’t. If you need to destress, I’m willing to take whichever role you need from me—

“Aaron Hotchner’s a switch?” She can’t help cutting him off, she’s too surprised.

He nods. “Giving my power away is sometimes the best way for me to feel normal and okay again.”

She’s quick to touch his face, dragging her hands down his neck and resting them on his chest, she stares between his lips and his eyes repeatedly. “You let me know when you need that, I want to be just as accommodating to you as you want to be for me.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning in to share a sweet kiss with her, he rests his forehead on hers. “I’ve always known you’d be special to me, I just didn’t know to what extent we’d take this, if ever.”

She smiles, “I wished something would happen so often that it finally did.”

He pulls her in even closer so their bodies are flush together, “tell me… how should I reward you?”

“Do I have options, sir?”

He groans, knowing just how fun this is going to be for him. “You could pleasure me, I could pleasure you… what do you consider a reward?”

“You’re gonna make me say it?” She suddenly feels bashful, shy even.

He nods, “I need to know, pretty girl, what do you consider a reward?”

“Anything you’re willing to give me, sir.”

He backs away from her then, “On the desk,” he orders.

She walks around him, pushes his laptop and files further up the cherry wood and sits on the edge of his desk, awaiting further instruction. He moves back to the door, locking it as quietly as humanly possible, so as not to alert anyone outside. When he returns to her, he places his hands on her knees, tracing along her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs just enough for him to stand between them. His fingers reach the lace at the top of her stockings and he smirks, “Are you wearing a garter belt?”

“You tell me,” she teases.

He pushes the hem of her dress up, and she leans to each side allowing him to push the dress all the way up to her hips so he can see the black little number she put on just for him. “Well, aren’t you pretty.”

“You like, sir?”

He looks at her with so much hunger in his eyes, he takes a seat in his chair and takes a better look between her legs. He reaches under his seat, dropping it as low as it can go until he’s at eye level with her pussy, he traces his fingers along the inside of her thighs and then hooks his arms around them, hauling her to the very edge of the desk. He kisses from her right knee all the way down to the seam of her panties, over her underwear and up to her left knee. “Is this what you wanted?”

She nods, “Please?”

“please what?”

“Please, sir.”

He hums against her, loops his finger under her panties and pulls them to the side. He kisses her bare pussy first before spreading her lips with his fingers and licks at her. She tosses her head back, holding in a moan but fuck, it feels so good.

“Can I— oh my god, can I touch, can I—

“Spit it out,” he looks up at her, brow raised, wondering what she wants.

“Your hair, can I grip your hair or will I mess it up for the rest of the day?”

“I don’t care how my hair looks,” he laughs. “Do your worst.”

As soon as he returns, she wastes no time running her fingers through his hair. His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit impossibly fast, then he drags his tongue along her folds as if he was making out with her cunt. It felt way too good for her to be this quiet but with the number of people just past the glass windows of his office, she had no other choice.

She makes little gasps and sighs, she grips his hair tighter and grinds against his face, enjoying her reward to the fullest. She was going to be the best damn Media Liaison the team had ever fucking seen if this is what she gets out of it. She could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, she was becoming addicted to each and every motion he made with his tongue and then he added a finger.

She stared at his hands long enough, imagined in a hundred different ways how good it would feel to ride them, suck on them, interlock their hands while he held them over her head and fucked her 6 ways to Sunday.

This was more than she ever imagined.

He knows exactly what he’s doing either through previous practice or a natural-born talent, either way, she’s right on the edge of orgasm with the curl of his middle finger. She starts to squeeze her legs closed when she gets close, his free hand comes up to grip her thigh in an attempt to push them open again. He looks up at her through his lashes, watching her reach her peak.

Her breathing picks up right then, she’s so careful not to be loud but god, she wants to scream it feels so good. It comes rushing over her all at once, he keeps going as she rides it out and then it all feels like too much. She grips his hair tighter and pulls him back, “holy fuck?” She pants.

He smirks. “You’re so pretty when you cum,” he teases, retracting his finger from inside her, he places it inside his mouth and sucks her juices off with a groan. “Taste good too, sweet thing.”

“Thank you,” she manages to say while still catching her breath. Her head spinning, and her legs feel wobbly, too.

He moves her panties back over her, making sure she’s just as put together now as she was when she arrived. “Now you know what I mean by rewarding your good behaviour.”

Her hand is still in his hair, she moves to cup his cheek instead, “Yes, sir, I’m going to be so good for you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he says, slowly standing. That’s when she notices how hard he is. Her hand trails down his chest, towards his belt, “you don’t have to deal with that.”

“I want to,” she practically begs with her eyes. “How can I help?”

“If I cum now I’m going to be useless for the rest of the day,” he admits, “we can handle it later.”

“Okay,” she doesn’t push, respecting his boundary. “You call me in here when you need me.”

“I will… now if anyone asks, you filed something wrong and I gave you trouble for it, that’s what you say if they ask,” he orders, having thought of everything.

She nods, agreeing with the story. He backs up a bit, giving her the room to hop off his desk and stand again. She doesn’t feel totally secure on her feet yet but luckily her desk wasn’t too far away. He cups her cheek and quickly pulls her in for a kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue. It gets hot and heavy quite quick, she pulls him flush against herself and he absentmindedly grinds against her before he pulls back, he can’t go any further right now.

He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “I want to, believe me, but I can’t. We’ll figure out a way to get together later, I promise.”

“Alright,” she believes him. “I should get back to my desk now.”

He nods and lets her slip past him. She gives him the smallest smile before opening the door and heading out of the room. Back to her desk, she goes.

—

Back at her desk now, she works on her files and answers the phone a million times while the main team drinks coffee and jokes around with each other. Hotch has a few more visitors to his office, he keeps the door open the whole time and he stares at her through his now-opened blinds. She feels like she’s on fire every time she catches his glances, she always catches them too, like now that they’ve hooked up she has a stronger radar and can tell exactly when he’s looking.

She wanders over to the little kitchenette, makes herself a coffee and is about to head back to her desk when Anderson pops up with a shit-eating grin, blocking her way out.

“What was with you being in there for an hour with the blinds closed?”Anderson asks in a whisper.

“Oh, I filed something wrong and he’s not having a good day so he went off on me,” she lies, pretty convincingly. “I might have to stay back and refile a few things tonight.”

“Boo,” Anderson sulks, “I was going to see if you wanted to come out with the office gang?”

She sighs, she would really love to but she can’t. Not if Hotch is home. “I’d really love to, but I can’t. Maybe sometime this weekend?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you,” he agrees, backing up and out of her way, about to skip away. “Have fun with your files.”

“You know I won’t,” she cheerfully calls back to him.

Just as she arrives back at her desk, Hotch comes out of his office, file in hand, and walks down the steps towards her. He drops the file on her desk, “can you go over this one again, please?”

“Absolutely, sir,” she nods, giving him a small smile. “Sorry again for messing them up, I don’t know what was going through my head this week.”

“It’s fine, just don’t let it happen again,” he orders, playing the role perfectly.

She swallows sharply, nodding along, “It won’t.”

He walks past her, on his way over to make a coffee for himself. She opens the file and there’s a blue sticky note stuck to the inside of the file. “Meet me tonight” and the address to a hotel, room number and instructions to check in under the name “Lewis”

She’s quick to take it out of the file, fold it up and tuck it into her bra for safekeeping.

—

She stays late that night, she doesn’t leave the office until 7:30 when she sees Hotch through his office window, putting his suit jacket back on. She grabs her purse, her phone and her badge and she heads out first, knowing she won’t beat him there.

She takes a taxi to the hotel, makes her way to the front desk and asks, “I’m checking in, the name on the account is Lewis? Should be a queen or king bed, my partner might’ve already checked in as well?”

“Yes, Mrs. Lewis, he has… you’re in room 902, penthouse,” the concierge confirms. She runs the plastic key through the reader, activating it and then hands it to her. “Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, you too,” she can’t help but smile.

She heads up the elevator to the top floor, gobsmacked that this is really happening. He booked the best room in the hotel for them just to fuck… she was sure she’s just been in one long dream where everything good happens to her.

When the elevator doors open, Aaron is down the hall from her, leaning against the doorframe. “You made it.”

She laughs, shaking her head with a smile, she’s so overwhelmed with feelings for him. She quickly walks to him, watches him stand up straight and engulf her in his arms before bringing her in for a heated kiss. He wastes no time now that they’re free from the confines of the FBI, he pushes her up against the door, trails kisses down the side of her neck and lightly sucks at the pulse point, making her moan.

She has the room key in her hand still, she reaches back and slams it against the card reader and he quickly pushes the door open. Walking backwards is tough, but he gets her into the room, she throws her purse to the side and then it’s her turn to push him against the door and kiss his neck. She pushes his suit jacket off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor, she starts unbuttoning his shirt and he unzips her dress all the way.

She’s able to undo all the buttons and tug his shirt out of his pants, “What are you going to do to me tonight?” She teases, running her hands down his bare chest, towards his belt.

“Ruin you,” he growls, his voice so low and dark it makes her whole body tingle. “Make it so you can’t even touch yourself without thinking of me.”

“You accomplished that a long time ago,” she admits, taking a step back from him, he attempts to pull her back in but she pushes back. She needs the space to let her dress drop to the floor. She steps out of it and kicks it to the side, now she’s just in her new lingerie and her heels.

He pulls his arms out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor too. She steps back in closer, unfastening his belt and working on his zipper. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve wished this would happen, Sir.”

“You can call me Aaron, you know?”

She looks up at him and lightly tips her head to the side, “You don’t really want that, do you, Sir?”

“You’re a mouthy little thing,” He teases before he reaches out for her and tosses her over his shoulder, making her squeal in surprise. He smacks her ass lightly before walking her into the room and throwing her down on the bed.

She has a chance to look around the room to see just how big and cool it is. She’s never been in a penthouse suite before… he’s clearly already been in the room seeing as the lights are dimmed and the fireplace is on and there’s a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. “Holy shit?”

“What? Can’t I treat my best girl to a good view?”

She looks back at him, watching him kick out of his shoe and slip his dress pants all the way down. She sucks in a shaky breath and her mouth opens to speak but words escape her. He’s the view. He has the softest sprinting of chest hair, he’s muscled but he also has a bit of a tummy cause he eats mostly fast food when on a case and spends a lot of his time in the air or in a car. He doesn’t work out as much as he wants to, but that didn’t matter because his arms are still jacked and his thighs are thick… he looks delicious.

She gets to her knees and kneels on the edge of the bed, pulling him closer she runs her hands down his chest, avoiding eye contact while she takes him all in. He has scars littered around his chest down to his underwear line and it breaks her heart a little. She knew the story. Everyone knew it. He was attacked by The Reaper in 2009, just months before his ex-wife was murdered and he then killed the guy with his own bare hands… she sighs, looking up into his eyes, “You’re so handsome, you know that, right?”

He gives her a little smile. “Thank you.”

“I mean it,” she cups his face gently with one hand. “Is this why you haven’t dated?”

He nods, “Explaining it to Beth was really hard… I kept my shirt on most of the time.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she says. Not because she already knows but because it doesn’t affect anything between them, going forward.

He leans in and kisses her again, helping her lay back against the bed he crawls between her legs and lightly rests his chest against hers. She instantly loves this. Feeling him everywhere, his tongue on hers, his big hand cradling her head and the pressure of his body pressed against her own. She wraps her legs around him, holding him there and he grinds down on her. She always thought he’d be well endowed and from the feeling of his budge against her, she knew she was right. She runs her hands over his shoulders, gripping at his skin, she traces her nails down his back.

He nips at her lip, pulling gently and then he places his hand beside her head, pushing himself up so he hovers over her. “Are you on any kind of birth control?”

“Uh, yeah… what time is it?” She asks, turning her head to see his Rolex on his wrist. It’s almost 8:30 now. “I need to take it in half an hour actually.”

“You can take it earlier, it doesn’t affect you if you’re within 5 hours before or after but it’s better to do it before,” he explains as he pulls away from her.

“Okay, I didn’t realize I was hooking up with Reid,” she teases. “Can you get me my purse?”

“I can,” he gets off the bed and retrieves her purse from where it was flung by the door. Before he brings it over to her he stops by the mini bar and grabs her a tiny bottle of water.

He hands her the purse and watches her dig out the little blister pack, she pops out a tiny red-ish pill and he cracks open the bottle of water for her. “Thank you,” she gives him a little smile before she takes it. She swallows it down and then hands him back the bottle. “I also haven’t had sex in a while, so, if you don’t want to use a condom I’m completely safe and very willing.”

He moves her purse back to the floor with a smirk, “very willing…” he teases her. “You keep mentioning all these dreams you had about me, are you ever going to tell me one so I can make it come true.”

“You already did this morning,” she smiles, pulling him back onto the bed so they’re both kneeling, facing each other. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck, resting her forearms on his shoulders and she sighs. “All I wanted was you.”

he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in as close as possible. “Now you have me,” he leans in and kisses her lips, her nose and then her forehead. “All of me.”

“Show me,” she whispers, “give it all to me.”

He lays her back down against the bed and starts to kiss down her neck to her chest, he nibbles at her skin, sucking gently so he doesn’t leave any marks but he really wants to. He wants everyone to see it and know she’s taken. He keeps kissing lower and lower until he’s at her stomach. He finally takes a moment to look at her lingerie and smirk. “This is very pretty, by the way.”

“I got it for you,” she admits.

“I don't want you spending money for me,” he says, disappointed.

“It was more for me. I want to look nice and I didn’t feel pretty in anything I already owned. Sue me,” she retorts.

He just shakes his head, she was too mouthy for her own good. Kneeling between her legs he reaches for the clips on her garter belt and releases her stockings. He tosses her heels to the floor and then slowly, he lifts her leg and starts to slide the nylon sock all the way off. Replacing where it once lay with more kisses, down to her knee and then he lets her leg fall back to the mattress to repeat his actions with the other.

She loves watching him like this, he treats her body like it’s the most delicate thing in the world. He worships her. Kneeling between her legs like she’s the alter and he’s trying to find faith, she is his new religion but his touch is heaven.

He pulls her panties all the way off, her garter says around her waist and he reaches behind her back to undo her bra. He peels it off of her and flings all 4 items to the floor then returns to her, he hovers there for a moment and then leans in to lick at her nipple, making her gasp. He sucks it into his mouth, palming the other with his huge hand, she thought she had pretty decently sized boobs until she saw how big his hands still looked on them. She moans when he sucks on the nipple and then lets it go, he gently blows over it, making her shiver to her core.

“Do you want me to go down on you again or just get right to it?”

“Fuck, don’t make me choose?” She looks at him like he’s crazy. “I mean, if I really got a choice I’d be going down on you to make up for this morning.”

He laughs, “You want my cock that bad?”

She nods, “dreamed about it, actually.” Remembering how he asked to know more about these dreams of hers, she decides to tell him. “I want to spend an afternoon under your desk with your cock down my throat. I want you to answer the phone and try and keep your composure, I want Anderson to come in and ask if you’ve seen me and watch you try and tell him no when I’m right in front of you, about to make you cum again. Maybe even rub my dumb little cunt on your shoe, polish the leather with my damp panties, and if I’m lucky, have a few orgasms myself while I cockwarm you.”

He can’t believe all that just came out of her mouth. He simply wraps his arms around her and rolls them over so she’s now on top, “do whatever you want to me.”

She kisses him deeply, feeling down his chest to his boxers, she grips his cock through the fabric and starts to stroke him gently. She kisses his neck and down his chest, paying a loving amount of attention to his scars on her way down. She takes a deep breath before she pulls his boxers down and frees him finally, watching how his erection stands tall and smacks against his stomach, he’s so much bigger than she imagined.

She kisses both of his hip bones and the tip of his cock before licking it from base to tip. Staring him in his glossy eyes the whole time. “This is my specialty,” she teases before taking his cock down her throat in one go and making him reach out and grip her hair a bit too tight, but it felt good.

She hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked back up to the tip, leaving her lips together and gliding them down to the base and licking back up to start it all over again. Swirling her tongue at random times and flicking his slit to really drive him crazy.

“Sweet fucking Christ,” Aaron groans, trying his hardest to stay moderately quiet, but almost failing miserably when the tip hit the back of her throat.

She gags only a little, her eyes water and she tries her best to breathe through her nose. Whatever doesn’t fit in her mouth, she jerks off to the best of her ability but he’s so thick even her hand doesn’t quite wrap around him completely.

“Baby, baby,” he rushes out, getting her to pull off. “I’m too close.”

With her lips swollen and spit dripping down her chin she looks at him, confused, “Do you not want me to swallow?”

“No, no, I mean, yeah, sometime in the future, but I’m not a spring chicken, I’m not going to be able to fuck you if I finish now,” he explains.

She pouts but she understands, “You wanna fuck me that bad?”

He manages to laugh, “Yeah, I do.” He sits up, resting on his one forearm, he reaches out and cups her cheek, “Like you, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

She hums, straddles his hips and pulls him up to a sitting position. Chest to chest again, she runs her fingers through his hair and lightly kisses him once, twice, and a third time. “I want you to show me.”

“Lay back against the pillow,” he orders and she’s quick to listen. She lays on the bed the correct way, resting her head on the soft feather pillow. She watches him push his boxers all the way off and then spreads her legs wide enough for him to once again kneel between them. He rubs his thumb over her clit, noticing how wet she is from a bit of kissing and sucking his dick. “Let me just—“ he says as he leans down and has a little taste.

He sucks on her clit and lets it go with a pop, then he kisses back up her body, slowly pressing himself against her. He grinds against her, wraps his arms around her and cradles her there. He buries his face in her neck, kissing her as his cock rubs against her pussy this time. She reaches between them, helping him angle his cock at her opening and then he slips in slowly. She lets out a shocked gasp, in disbelief at how intense the stretch is.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

She swoons, hearing his deep voice, feeling him everywhere… it’s everything she’s ever dreamed of. With one hand still stuck between her and the mattress, he frees the other and grabs ahold of her thigh, pushing her leg up, he looks between them and moans. Watching himself as he pulls out gently and pushes back in ever so slightly, wanting her to get used to the stretch. The last thing he wants to do is hurt her. But he wants to go faster, he needs it. He craves it and it’s written all over his face.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, “please, please sir, I need it.”

He drops his head back down to the crook of her neck with a groan, thrusting into her a bit harder, he starts to snap his hips against hers at a quicker pace. Being in a hotel room, on a floor with only 4 rooms total, she doesn’t feel bad as she lets out a loud moan. She tosses her head back against the pillow even further, her nails grip his back and scratch him slightly. He’s still holding one of her thighs up, his hand cupped in her knee pit, pushing it up as far as it can go as he pile-drives into her.

She grips his hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him out of hiding, “kiss me,” she begs. He slams his mouth against hers, the two of them immediately clashing tongues and breathing heavily into the other's mouth. It’s so heated, so intense, she feels him so deep inside her, hot skin on top of her, wet tongue in her mouth. It’s so much. It’s everything.

He pulls his hand out from underneath her and slows his thrusts momentarily. He reaches for another pillow and stuffs it under her, arching her back so he slams past her G-spot with each thrust. He lets go of her other leg and she immediately wraps them around him, he picks up his thrusts again, now using one hand to hold himself up and the other snakes down her stomach to rub her clit with his thumb.

She moans again, pulling him back in for a kiss because if she doesn’t do something with her mouth she’s going to go insane. He’s much deeper now that she’s at a different angle, his quick thrusts cause him to pour against her cervix over and over again making her let out little breathy moans.

Suddenly, as if all at once, she’s right on the edge, “Aaron, Aaron,” she chants his name. “oh my god, right there, right there,” is all she can say as her orgasm bursts through her, causing her legs to quake and her grip to tighten. Her nails dig into his skin, he hisses and pulls away from kissing her, stops rubbing her clit and fucks her even faster as he chases his own orgasm.

With her legs still locked around him, he has the idea she wants him to finish inside and so he does. With a deep moan, he thrusts one last time, cumming deep inside her, breathing heavily against her neck, he drops down against her body. Hot and sweaty, exhausted and euphoric, he manages to laugh, “Holy fuck?”

“Yeah,” is all she can say. Also still out of breath from it all.

She gently runs her fingers over his back, he keeps kissing her neck, the two of them sweetly recovering together as if that wasn’t the dirtiest sex either of them has had in a while.

“Thank you,” she whispers, running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. “That was amazing.”

He snuggles into her more, wrapping his arms back around her, “Yeah, it was…”

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” She asks, not even caring that he’s still inside of her too.

He nods, “I want to, but I’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” He sighs and starts to sit up. He hovers over her one last time, brushes her hair behind her ear and he smiles. “You’re beautiful.”

She steals a kiss instead of thanking him, letting him feel how grateful she is that way. He pulls away with an audible smooch and slowly but surely pulls out of her, watching himself the whole time. He uses his boxers to gently wipe her down, saving the sheets from a stain. Once he gets off the bed he reaches out for her, he picks her up bridal style and carries her over to the massive bathroom.

“Holy shit?” She says as she looks around. There is a two-person shower with a waterfall feature, a bathtub big enough to swim in and his and her sinks. This room must be so expensive just for one night.

“Did you want to take a bath?” He asks as he sets her down on her feet.

She shakes her head, “Not this time… maybe we can come back?”

He nods, “On a weekend maybe?”

“I’m normally free whenever you are,” she reminds him with a smile. “But, um, can you go? I have to pee.”

He laughs, “Really? After everything we did, you’re afraid for me to hear you pee?”

“Yeah, I am,” she laughs a little, realizing how crazy that is. “Go, you can use it next.” She pushes him gently.

“Fine, I’m going!” He says, closing the door behind himself and then she’s alone.

She does her thing, checks her makeup and her hair and sighs. She’s lucky she keeps some makeup in her purse and she has a change of clothes at work because she’s not going home tonight.

She still has her stupid garter around her waist, other than that she’s completely naked and nervous to walk back out there. She wants a shirt. Maybe he has one… she opens the door just a crack and calls for him. “Hey, Aaron?”

“Yeah?” He calls back and then appears in front of the door, changing into a new pair of boxers and a grey t-shirt. “What’s up?”

“Do you have a shirt that would fit me, that I can borrow? And can you bring me my underwear?”

“Yeah, of course,” he doesn’t mind at all. It takes him a second but then he returns, he has a blank white t-shirt and her underwear. “Are you okay?”

She nods, “Yeah, thank you.”

“I’m a little hungry, did you want food?”

“Um… yeah, I’ll eat whatever you want to order.”

“I can get you anything, what do you want?” He restates his question. He’d really do anything for her.

“Um… a Greek salad? And if they could put some grilled chicken in it, I’d love that… and drink, Pepsi or coke, whatever they have— I don’t mind.”

“You got it, beautiful.”

That makes her blush on the inside, she feels butterflies and her face heats up. She’s falling in love with him slowly but surely. Of course, she was. He’s Aaron Freaking Hotchner… who wouldn’t fall in love with him? She quickly changes and heads back out into the main room.

It's almost 10pm, it’s dark outside, and the room is dimly lit and cozy as hell with the fake fireplace on but no heat coming out of it. The rooms are set to a perfect temperature, she can hear Aaron on the phone with room service still, so she takes a chance to look around their suite. It’s huge. There's an office, a living room with nice chairs and a piano and of course, their king-sized bed.

She takes a seat on the mattress and reaches for the bottle of Champagne, reading it over while she waits for Aaron to come back. She feels like she’s in a movie… pretty woman or something like that. Amazing sex with a rich man, older man, in penthouse suite she didn’t have to pay for. It’s almost a bit too much.

Aaron plops himself down on the bed beside her, smiling, “You want some?”

“Did it come with the room?”

He nods, “I told them it was our anniversary… free things are always fun.”

“Well, Mr. Lewis, I think we have to open it, then, don’t we?”

“I think you’re right, Mrs. Lewis,” he teases, taking the bottle from her. He peels off the wrapping, untwists the wire and carefully pops the cork without making a huge mess.

She hops off the bed and runs over to the little bar, she takes two champagne flutes off the shelf and returns to him with a smile. “I’ve never had expensive champagne before.”

“It all still tastes a little like paint thinner,” he says, completely serious.

She laughs, “When have you tasted paint thinner?”

He smirks, “I haven’t, I just mean the taste is almost as strong as paint thinner smells- if that makes any sense?”

“We should’ve gotten some strawberries, apparently it makes it taste better,” she shares, remembering it from Pretty Woman, yet again.

“I know, I’ve seen the movie—

“You’ve seen pretty woman?”

He nods, “My ex-wife took me to see it when it first opened back in the ’90s.”

She feels a bit awkward then, gritting her teeth, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s been long enough, it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore,” he assures her. “I’m doing better than I ever imagined I could, I have a kid who’s happy and loves me and my work life is… okay? I mean, no one wants me dead that I know of, at least. And I have you.”

“Oh, Aaron,” she swoons, she finds a place to put her drink and she quickly cups his face. “You are the sweetest man in the world?”

“Everyones always surprised—

“It’s because of your ever-present frown at work,” she teases. “But I get it, if I had to see what you’ve seen every day for the last 20 years, I’d frown a lot too.”

He puts his glass down too, wraps his arms around her middle and he pulls her in for a kiss. He backs her up towards the bed once more, cradling her head and back as he lays her down once more. This was going to be a long night.

—

She wakes up alone the next morning. He’s left her a note on the hotel stationary saying he had to get home to be there when his son woke up. He takes him to school every morning he can. She understands that, she actually finds it very charming that he’s such a good father and he cares so much that she’s not too upset about waking up alone.

She never brought a bag with her last night, so she gets redressed in yesterday's outfit. She has a go-bag at work for when home cases keep her in the office more than 24 hours, she’ll just change into one of those outfits if she can.

She’s in the elevator on her way down to the lobby when a text comes in, there’s been another attack in California, he’s hit U of C Davis this time and killed again. Looks like the team will be headed there this afternoon.

When she arrives at the office, she’s in the middle of a phone call with one of the detectives in LA, she doesn’t have time to change, she just heads right to the fax machine. She gathers all the new information, files it and sends the copies to the main team's tablets and prints off a paper file for Doctor Reid. She lays them all down in the briefing room and then heads to Aaron's office. She knocks once on his open door and gets his attention, Derek and Dave are in there with him.

“Sorry, Sir, the California College Rapist killed again, I have the case ready for briefing at the round table,” she announces.

“We’ll be right in,” he announces, standing from his desk. He’s changed at least. In a nice grey suit with a blue tie, he looks handsome.

“Okay,” she gives him a small smile and heads back down to the bullpen, the others are gathered at Spencer's desk, talking over coffee and donuts that one of them must’ve brought in. She cuts into their conversation when she can, “Sorry, I hate to bother you but we have a case, the others are meeting in the briefing room shortly.”

“Okay, thanks we’ll be right in,” JJ says with a smile.

She doesn't even remember that she’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday until Derek walks into the briefing room with the rest of the gang in tow.

“Is that the same outfit as yesterday?” He asks, trying to tease her.

She looks down and gets flustered, not knowing what to say. “Uh, yeah. It is.”

“And is that a hickey?” He points to her chest, it’s just barely hidden by her dress strap.

She looks down at it and realizes that yes, it is. She looked in the mirror at the hotel, earlier, just to check her makeup and make sure she didn’t look too fucked out and crazy. She washed it off and fixed her hair, she was going to reapply her makeup in the taxi on the way to work but she was on the phone the whole time. She didn’t even think to check for marks or bruises when she was in front of the mirror… now she’s horrified.

“Look at you, gettin’ some on a Thursday night,” Derek teases again, making the rest of the team snicker.

She doesn’t know what to do or say she’s just frozen with embarrassment. She never noticed Aaron standing in the doorway either.

“Hey, enough,” Hotch raises his voice a bit. “She’s here to show us a serious case, she’s clearly been busy this morning, cut her some slack before we’re all forced into another HR seminar because of you, Derek.”

“Right, sorry—

“Don’t apologize to me,” he references Y/N.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Derek says with a look of true sincerity on his face.

“It’s fine,” she brushes past it and picks up her tablet and remote. “Um, I’ve been keeping a close eye on this case in California..”

She heads into her spiel, she’s rehearsed it in her head a number of times for when this moment came and now it’s here. She walks them through each case, all the evidence and the theories that the local cops have so far. Because it’s crossed jurisdictions, the cops didn’t consider them connected until the 4th girl came forward and yet another sketch of the same man was uploaded to VICAP.

“He’s an anger excitation rapist, getting more daring with each case, he’s now killed twice and he thinks that by hitting a different college each time, he can evade the police,” She explains. “I’ve asked the police to keep it to themselves that we know these are all connected and they’ve brought in the 4 alive victims for both protection and so we can interview them when you arrive,” she explains.

“You’ve done a fantastic job,” Hotch compliments her as he pushes his chair back and stands up, he gathers his files and his tablet and looks at the clock. “I had Anderson tell the pilot to ready the Jet before we sat down, wheels up in 15… Y/L/N, follow me.”

“Yes sir,” she follows him out of the room and around the bullpen, towards his office.

“I want you to take JJ’s old office,” he announces. “Facilities management is going to be emptying it within the next few hours and then you can move into it. These cases are delicate and I can’t have you on the floor discussing intimate details of the case, now you’ll have a whole room to yourself.”

She feels a sense of pride rip through her, like she’s finally made it here even though she knows this is probably to do with their affair. “Thank you, sir, I really appreciate it.”

He steps even closer to her and lowers her voice, “This isn’t a reward or a bribe to keep this thing between us quiet. I genuinely appreciate all the work you do for this team and that office has been and always will be for the Media Liaison. You deserve that office, I’m sorry it’s taken so long for you to get it.”

“Aaron,” she smiles up at him. “Thank you.”

He reaches out for her hand and gives it a loving squeeze, wishing he could kiss her goodbye but the blinds are open, anyone could see. And then he’s gone, brushing past her and rushing down the stairs, he meets the others in the bullpen and together they head out the double glass doors.

She sighs. Before it was nice to watch him leave, she could stare at his butt and giggle to herself… now she’s completely enamoured with him and watching him go fills her stomach with fear. All she wants is for him to come home in one piece. To come home to her.

@ssamorganhotchner @hotchsdoormat thank you for your encouragement while writing this fic, its gotten so long I'm breaking it up into two parts just so i don't crash the app like I've done with my other long fics <3 hope you like it

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country girl (shake it for me) // mick schumacher

summary: amidst the chaos of the 2022 season, mick retreats to texas for a break from reality and some quality family time on the ranch. of course, when he wears that cowboy hat and those tight jeans, rest and relaxation is the last thing on y/ns mind

pairing: cowboy!mick schumacher x female reader

warnings: smut. we’re all whores for cowboy hat mick. this is the filthiest thing i have ever written i am not seeing heaven

authors notes: i fucking wish that i had a better picture of mick in the cowboy hat, but they're all from cota last year when masks were required, so here's to hoping we get blessed with new ones soon. special thanks to @whorekneecentral and @magnummagnussen for providing the inspiration, you guys are the real ones <3 thank you for inspiring this monstrosity.

in honour of cota, i bring you, whatever the fuck this is.

it was a sunny day at the schumacher ranch, and y/n y/l/n wouldn’t wish for anything else as she woke up in her boyfriend’s arms.

the season had been difficult for mick to handle. he was under a lot of pressure and it wasn’t looking like the season was going to end very well for him. all in all, the young man needed a break. he needed to get away from it all and find his way back to himself.

but he didn’t want to do it alone. gina and corinna were there as well, but the person that he needed the most this season was the one who was curled up in his arms, her slender fingers wrapped around his.

“good morning, schatzi.” he mumbled quietly, kissing her hairline. “did you sleep well?”

“mhm.” she nodded, eyes still closed. she was trying not to wake up too much, enjoying the goose down too much. “don’t go, baby.”

mick chuckled, clambering out of the bed. “sorry, darling. I have to go and check on the horses. they need feeding, and the stables probably also need cleaning out.”

“come back soon, m’kay?” she mumbles, burrowing deeper under the blankets.

“I won’t be longer than an hour, sweetheart.”

mick was, in fact, not back in an hour.

by then, y/n had showered, dressed and gone downstairs for breakfast when corinna joined her in the kitchen. y/n was nursing a mug of coffee, her hair tied in a messy bun on the top of her scalp.

“good morning, mrs. schumacher. have you seen mick at all this morning?”

corinna laughed, going for the bottle of rose on the counter. it was already ten am, and the schumacher women were all about living in the moment.

“I haven’t seen him since he went out to the stables. and darling, you’re a part of the family now. please, call me corinna.”

“my mama raised me better than that, mrs. schumacher.” y/n smiled, getting up to place the empty mug in the sink. “I’m gonna go outside and see if I can find him. is gina in the practice barn?”

corinna shook her head. “she went grocery shopping.”

the texas sun beat down on her as she walked across the grassy expanse of the ranch, her birkenstock sandals crunching against the grass as she walked towards the stables.

she always felt at peace at the ranch. there was something serene about it. the entire compound was a break from the real world. time stood still, especially when she was with mick.

because he felt like home to her.

“mick? sweetheart, are you here?” she called out softly, knocking on the wooden slats that made up the door.

“right here, schatzi!” the driver called out.

y/n crossed her arms over her chest, following the sound of her lovers voice as she entered the stable portion of the stables, the scent of horsehair and hay bales filling her nostrils as she went to go meet mick.

and when she saw the german, her breath caught in her throat, cheeks turning pink. she found herself using the collar of her t shirt to fan herself as she stared.

mick’s pale blue jeans were tight, accentuating every part of mick that she adored. his deep blue flannel shirt was tucked in to the front of his jeans, sleeves rolled up over his elbows, muscles straining against the fabric. the shirt was partially unbuttoned down his chest, a sight that took her breath away.

and to top off the ensemble, perched atop micks delicate blonde hair, was the white leather cowboy hat she’d bought him last christmas.

mick was standing in front of the stable door, running his fingers through the mane of one of the horses, a bright smile on his face. when he turned around and saw y/n, his eyes lit up even more.

“hey.” he said softly, moving to pull y/n into his arms. “are you not cold? you’re not wearing a jacket, love.”

“I wasn’t planning on going far from the house, darling. I’m okay.” she chuckled, looking down at her crop top and cutoff shorts. “we’re in texas, not switzerland. besides, seeing you just made my blood run hot again.”

mick raised his eyebrows. “oh really? it's the hat, isn't it?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side. “well, you know what they say…”

“don’t fucking make me say it.” y/n laughs, slowly walking backwards and pulling mick away from the horses and back out into the main area of the barn. “I refuse to say it.”

“save a horse…” he encouraged, lifting the cowboy hat off his head and placing it on hers.

“still not going to say it.” she grinned, kissing him softly.

“ride a cowboy.” he mumbled against her lips, sliding his hands into the back pockets of her shorts as he captured her lips in a fiery kiss, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

mick lifted her up, placing her on one of the stacked bay bales before y/n took off the hat, delicately placing it back on micks head before snaking her bare leg around micks and pulling him closer, hooking her fingers through micks belt loops before she kissed him again, smiling as she felt his tongue trace over her lips.

she hummed to herself, shifting closer to mick as his hands slipped up her ac/dc shirt to trace her bra.

they’d been together for two years, but feeling his touch on her skin still felt like sparks crackling. it was addictive and made every time feel like the first one again.

“tell me, darling, you didn’t just come out here to have sex with me, did you?” mick hummed, kissing her jawline, cowboy hat discarded on the hay next to the couple as y/n ran her fingers through his hair.

“not exactly.” she hummed, quivering under micks touch as he started trailing his kisses down her neck, sucking on the skin between the base of her neck and her shoulder, grinning as he felt her shudder under his touch.

“works every time.”

“touch me, mick.” she breathed, practically begging as she pulled her shirt over her head, guiding micks hands to her breasts.

palming her over the bra, mick gently applied pressure, squeezing her breasts in his hands, and feeling the blood rush straight to his cock as y/n moaned.

“in this bra? you definitely came out here to have sex with me. very naughty of you, liebling.”

“the plan was to entice you back to bed, but this works too.” y/n said softly, ripping open micks plaid shirt as she kissed him again, fighting to gain the upper hand as the german tried to control the kiss, his hands all over her body.

in the background, the high-pitched neigh of one of the horses startled y/n and her lover, making them both jump in surprise before they started laughing.

“maybe we should go somewhere a little quieter, schatzi.” mick laughed, pulling the cowboy hat back on. “because we don’t want to be interrupted, right?”

“don’t want to traumatize the animals, you mean.” y/n laughed, grabbing her shirt and getting off the hay bale.

she knew exactly where they were going, it was a place the duo had hooked up many times before, thinking they were less likely to get caught in the barn than they were in the main house. that was a lie, and corinna had caught the two young lovers in the barn more times than either of them could count, but there was something about the western country atmosphere that kept dragging the two back.

y/n lead the way, still shirtless, and mick couldn’t help but grin as he came up behind her and playfully smacked her ass.

“mick schumacher!” she scolded with a laugh and a smile as she pushed open the door to the office. “contain yourself!”

at that, mick scooped y/n into his arms with a laugh, kicking the office door closed behind him as he sat down on top of the shelving unit, settling y/n on his lap before he reached up to undo her hair, watching the still-damp curls fall over her shoulders. he ruffled her hair a little bit with a smile before she smiled, lifting the cowboy hat off his head and once again returning it to hers.

"i swear i fall a little more in love with you every day, y/n y/l/n." the haas driver said with wonder in his eyes as he looked up at y/n, lacing his fingers with hers.

she smiled as she pressed a kiss to mick's forehead, whispering against his skin. "i love you too, mick"

she pressed a series of gentle kisses to his face before she made her way back to his lips, grinding down against mick's lap as she pushed the flannel shirt, or what remained of it, off his broad shoulders. the driver had a tight, yet reassuring, grip on her thighs as she moved, gentle groans leaving both of their mouths.

"mick..." she whined, running her hands down his bare chest, closer and closer to his belt buckle. he knew what she wanted, but he was in a mischievous mood, and was enjoying watching her squirm.

"i know, baby. i know." he said cheekily, leaning back against the wall as his fingers started to dance across the waistband of her cutoffs, slipping underneath to flick the button open.

he groaned audibly, the sound bordering on a moan when he started to pull the shorts down, eyes widening as he caught the sight of the tangerine colored lace she was wearing, a perfect match to the push-up bra.

"glad to see that i still have this affect on you after all this time, schumacher." she grinned, standing up to slide her shorts all the way off.

mick could have moaned at the sight, his jeans painfully tight as he watched her lean over the hay bales stacked in the corner of the office, all of her gorgeous curves on display, orange lace bright against her skin in the light streaming in from the window, cowboy hat placed over her luscious hair.

she always had loved that large, plate glass window. y/n thought that the window gave the best possible view of the ranch, especially at sunset. she thought it was romantic, and who was mick to argue with that, he had thought two years ago as he fucked her against the wall, orange streaks of light from the blinds cast over their bodies.

"what are you waiting for, cowboy? are you just gonna stand there?" she asked, innocently batting her eyelashes at the german

"well, when you say it like that, how can i argue?" mick chuckled, getting to his feet and undoing his belt, popping open the button on his jeans to try and relieve some of the pressure on his cock.

after flicking the blinds shut, he grinned to himself as he ran his fingertips gently down her spine , and then around the hemlines of her panties, enjoying how she shivered underneath his fingers, hums of anticipation leaving her lips.

the way she moaned when he smacked her ass, watching the skin ripple underneath his fingertips before slipping his fingers underneath the lace, teasing around her entrance.

y/n's moans were like cocaine to mick, something he could never get enough of. his drug of choice.

mick's touch set every nerve ending in her body on fire. that was her drug: mick's skin on hers, his arms around her in any capacity. his lips on her neck.

when he finally slipped his fingers inside her, he couldn't stop himself from moaning, his own moans mingling with hers as he stretched her out on his fingers.

"oh god!" she whined, hips bucking back against his fingers

"don't call me god, angel, you'll inflate my ego." he laughed, leaning down to press soft kisses to her shoulder, an action that sharply contrasted to the way his fingers rapidly moved in and out of her, her soft moans and pants starting to get to him.

he pulled his fingers out, wiping them off on his jeans before he took a seat on the hay bales, pushing down his jeans and boxers, sighing in relief as his cock sprang free of it's constraints. taking her hands in his, mick guided y/n onto his lap, pushing her panties to the side before she lowered herself on top of him, lips pressed to his to muffle their moans as she shifted to get comfortable.

"i believe this is yours." she said with a smile and a look so full of love that it sent shivers down mick's spine as she placed the hat back on his head for the final time, her nails digging into his skin as she started to slowly move up and down against him, her hips rolling against him.

"mhm, mick.." she moaned, throwing her head back as she began to pick up the pace, fingernails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders as another moan escaped her throat, mick's hips bucking up involuntarily to drive deeper inside her.

"do you like that, pretty girl? want me to do it again?"

"yes, oh my god, mick, yes." she breathed heavily as mick thrust into her again, her eyes flying shut.

"so good for me, liebling." mick breathed, kissing up the side of her neck as he used his hands to guide her hips, slowly picking up the pace as he looked on at her in wonder.

she truly was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen.

his name slipped out of her lips like a prayer every time his hips bucked against hers, coupled with variations on "yes", "fuck", and "oh god" as she came closer and closer to her peak, slipping her hand down the front of her panties to rub circles on her clit.

"oh, yes, baby." mick moaned. "touch yourself for me. i can tell you're getting closer." his breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed as her walls fluttered around him, confirming his suspicions.

she leaned forward with a moan, resting her head on mick's shoulder as her entire body shuddered. mick's hands moved from her hips to her back as he held her closely, a moan escaping his throat as he reached his own high.

"holy fuck." he said quietly, trying to get his breath back. his forehead was slick with sweat, hair matted against the brim of his hat as he searched for y/n's hand, linking his fingers with hers.

"i love you." he said quietly, so that only she could hear it as he kissed her softly, contentedly. "and i'm glad that you're here with me."

"me too, mick. i love you." she sighed, resting all of her weight against him, gently kissing his collarbone as they sat together, curled up contentedly on the hay bales, not a care in the world as long as they were together.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher smut #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n

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galaxyedging · 1 year

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Follow on from Summer Schooled

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

WC:2.2k

Summary: After ten years, Joel decides it's time the two of you caught up.

Warnings: protected P in V sex. Oral f!receiving. A little angst. A brief mention of cancer.

Adult Education

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Masterlist

Every time the door opened your heart pounded. Joel was always running just a little late for everything. It was going on ten minutes past your arranged meeting time. He had to be there soon, unless he'd rethought it. Was it crazy to be meeting up after ten years?

It was never your intention to leave it this long. The month after you left for college your mom had some bad news. Cancer. Fully treatable. The best outcome anyone in that position could ask for, but it wasn't quite covered by her health insurance and with you at college it made sense to downsize. The news shook her so much that she decided to get back in touch with your aunt and mend a log standing rift. With the house sold she bought a small apartment near your aunt, a couple of hours away from you. Which was a blessing, you were able to stay in school and still be there for her.

Joel kept in touch to offer support. He was a rock for you when you needed it. A stress reliever at other times. Your fingers buried in your cunt took the place of his cock as he guided your pleasure. Then life got in the way. Calls and texts became less frequent. Joel's business took off. His brother, Tommy, moved home and helped him take the business further. You landed your dream job straight out of college. It led you to your husband. Things were great until a few years in when you realised that you were two very different people. The divorce was pretty amicable. Being divorced at twenty-eight drove you down memory lane to see if you could spot where you went wrong.

That's how you stumbled upon Sarah. All grown up and doing well. Travelling Europe and living her best life. A deeper dive showed her at a BBQ. Joel's face looked back at you. He hadn't aged much. A few greys and laughter lines made him look even more handsome. From the looks of it, you weren't the only one that thought so. The woman he had his arm wrapped around looked at him like he hung the moon. A little digging and you saw a post about their wedding anniversary. It shouldn't have made your stomach churn like it did.

Life moved on. You moved on. Joel moved on. Even Dave finally divorced Carol. That had come as a shock not as much as when he swung by once just after you left and caused a stir at a party. A bunch of sorority girls had a bet on who could fuck the hot older man first. They all spat feathers when Dave left with you. He also got you in trouble with your new housemates by waking them all up with the noise of your bed shifting across the floor.

Still feeling nostalgic you messaged Sarah and told her how happy you were to see her living a good life. A friend request from her followed and the two of you caught up over messages.

One morning there was a message you weren't expecting. A message from Joel.

Sarah tells me you're doing great. I'm glad. I'm glad to hear your mom is still well, too.x

It sat there for most of the day as you tried to sort through your feelings. Over the years you'd thought about the brief relationship you had with Joel so many times. Eventually, with the help of your therapist, you concluded that Joel had been your first love. There'd been no actual relationship or a break up so you had never really moved on. It took a while but you worked through it. You put that summer and all the unanswered 'what ifs' in a locked box at the back of your mind. Then a single message from Joel smashed the whole thing open sending shrapnel through your body, it opened up old wounds as it went. Deciding to truly put everything behind you, you typed out a polite reply.

Thank you. She said you're well and the business is doing great. I'm happy for you.x

Thanks. We're doing pretty good. We've actually just landed a contract in your neck of the woods. About an hour out. Maybe I could swing by and see you.

That would be the stupidest thing for you to do. God knows why you typed I'd like that.

With an exchange of phone numbers you set a meeting around the corner from your place.

The door opened again. After all the disappointments you weren't expecting him. In he walked, looking somehow even better than before. His hair was peppered with greys. A dress shirt stretched over those still impossibly broad shoulders. Dress slacks covered his thighs that looked even thicker. It literally took your breath for a moment. You had to pick up your jaw to return the smile he gave you upon spotting you.

"Hi." He leaned in to give you a small half hug.

"Hi." Your hand rested on his back for the briefest of moments before you pulled back. He smelled of expensive college. A woman's touch was doing him good. He was a far cry from the jean clad, body spray wearing single dad you knew.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had a meeting run over."

He gestured for you to sit before sitting across from you. "That's the reason for the get up too." He undid his top button before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. You had to remind yourself that he was married. "That's better. You want another?" He nodded to your almost empty cup.

The fresh cup that Joel returned with provided a handy barrier to hide some of your awkwardness behind.

"I'm glad we could catch up." You plastered on a smile.

"Me too."

"How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Good."

Silence.

"Fuck, this is awkward." Joel laughed out.

"Yeah."

"Was this a stupid idea? I just…I don't know, I had the opportunity to see you again…"

"No, I wanted to see you. It's bound to be a little awkward. The last time we met we…" had toe curlingly good sex that I've never been able to beat "...and now it's ten years later and we're having coffee like old friends."

"We are old friends aren't we?" It was a light, teasing comment but it broke you. You were never friends, he was always so much more.

"I'm sorry. I can do this." Grabbing your things, you made a break for the door.

As if you'd stepped into a movie, the light rain came down in sheets. It washed over you like your emotions. Being there with Joel you were suddenly eighteen again. All the knocks you had taken for the last ten years were healed. You were hopeful, open to all the possibilities that life had to offer. Possibilities that included Joel. Happily married Joel. Who would never be yours.

Joel was jogging behind you to catch up. "Hey, at least let me give you a ride."

"I'm two blocks away. I'm good. Just go home, Joel. This was a stupid idea."

"I'm not going to leave you upset on the street. Let me walk you home."

Since you couldn't exactly stop him, you let him walk alongside you in silence. The rain pummelling you both until you were both soaked through. Joel kept up with your hurried pace even as you climbed the steps to your town house. "This is me."

"You know you can talk to me right? What's got you like this?"

"Joel, I can't. Not with you. I worked so hard to forget."

"Forget what?"

"How I felt about you."

You were wrapped in his arms and kissing him back before you realised what was happening. Your lips moulded to his like he was your only source of oxygen.

"Joel. Stop. We can't."

"I'm sorry." He pulled away dragging his hand over his face. "I just missed you so damn much. I know it stupid to be hung up on some brief fling. Fuck. I have two ex-wives that I miss less than you." He paced the small alcove outside your front door.

"Two?"

"Yeah. I got divorced a little over a year ago."

With no-one else standing to get hurt, you threw yourself back into his arms. The next ten minutes passed in a haze of grabbing hands, wet skin slapping on skin and ragged breaths. Everything was done on muscle memory as you made it through your front door. The two of you ended up on the floor. You barely had the presence of mind to grab a condom from your purse before Joel was inside you chasing a high for both of you, his fingers working over your clit. It was all over as quickly as it began.

Laying there breathless on the floor, reality finally caught up with you both. The two of you instantly burst out laughing.

"Well. I wasn't expecting that today."

"Me neither."

"No regrets?"

"None. Well, maybe the floor. I'm getting old." Joel shot you an incredulous look. "Old-er." You corrected with a smile.

Tucking himself away he held up the condom.

"Kitchen." You waved your hand towards it.

"This is a nice place." Joel came back to peel you up off the floor.

"Thanks. It was a fixer upper but I had a great contractor."

Joel grabbed his chest in mock horror. "You've been seeing other contractors?"

"If it makes you feel any better I never let them fuck me on the floor."

"It does."

"Yeah, we always used the bed."

"Smartass." He brushed his nose over yours before kissing you. When he pulled away you were looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Nothing. You want to take a shower? I can dry your clothes off." You moved to walk away.

"Hey." He caught you by the waist bringing your back to his chest. "This wasn't just a fuck for me. I mean it when I said I've missed you. For years I tortured myself with what could have been. I understand if you don't want to see where this can go but I think you do."

Leaning back, you let him hold you. "I do. I just don't think I could take you breaking my heart. Not you."

"That's the last thing I want to do, Darlin'." He kissed your neck and pulled you even tighter to him. "I can't wait to get to know the person you have become."

"I'm pretty much the same. Type A need for organisation. A bit of a dreamer. Life's just beat me down a little. I'm a lot more cautious."

"A little caution is good. I'm just glad you had none when it came to me and Dave."

"Dave! What's he doing?" You span in his arms to face him.

"Let's get you into something dry and I'll fill you in."

"I'm gonna order some take out. You hungry?"

"Oh yeah." He growled nipping at your ear. "Food sounds good, too."

By some miracle you managed to be dressed when the food came. Joel had dropped to knees in the shower and had himself a feast. When your legs couldn't hold you anymore he reluctantly agreed to get dressed.

"I swear that guy always lands on his feet." Joel finished up telling you about Dave divorce. It was Carol that filed once the girls were old enough. They still came together for the holidays. Dave was still a hands on dad. Dave kept himself busy with a string of woman half his age. The only shocking revelation was about Dave's job. "The CIA? That was Dave's 'government job'? Wow."

Joel went on to drop another bomb on you. "This will be our fourth job together. He might be an ass sometimes but I can't fault his work." Dave had gone into private security. If Joel's clients needed a secure system he called Dave.

"I remember the two of you worked very well together." A grin spread against your wine glass.

"Oh you do, do you? Dave was your first after all."

"Don't remind me. I can't believe I did all that!" You visibly cringed.

"I'm glad you did." He held up his glass in a toast.

"Me too." Your glass clicked against his.

When both your glasses were empty, you offered Joel another. "I can't. I have to drive back down in a little while. I have a few early deliveries to take in the morning." He saw your bright face drop. "I can be back tomorrow afternoon. If you'll have me, I can stay the weekend? I'll take you out on a proper date."

"Sounds perfect." Rounding that table, you sat in his lap, lazily making out until he had to leave.

Laying in bed that night, you just couldn't switch off. Your brain buzzed with so many questions and possibilities. Your body still hummed from Joel's attention. The renewed memory of his touch ghosted over your skin. When your phone buzzed your heart leapt at the fact that it could be Joel once again after all these years.

The text came from an unknown number.

Miss me? I'll catch up with you soon.

Series tag: @popcornforone @myrealmofchaos @casa-boiardi

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #no outbreak!joel miller #joel miler x f!reader

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0alanasworld0 · 2 years

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Mornings (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Description: title speaks for itself tbh

Warnings: implications of previous sexual encounter

You wake up to beams of sunlight peeking through the gap in your curtains, streams of gold scattering across the room. You panic about getting ready for work until you realise that it's Sunday and you sink back into the warm bed. Your slight shift triggers the strong arm around your waist to tighten and the other to pull your leg closer as yassine nuzzles further into your neck, groaning at the movement. You place your hand on his forearm, giving it a light squeeze before attempting to turn around, wanting to see your beautiful husband.

He registers this as an escape plan and tightens his grip even more.

“Not going anywhere today, princess. We’re staying right here.” he mumbles, giving your neck a sweet kiss.

“I’ll have you know, I was actually trying to turn around.” you snicker at his clinginess and he blushes lightly. You’ve been together for years and he’s still just as affectionate as he was all that time ago. It instantly brings a smile to your face whenever you think about it, about him, about the night before. He was such a passionate and giving lover; every time you'd think he couldn't get any better, he would one-up himself. He always made it his mission to tend to your every need before anything and yet he felt his heart start beating quickly when you gave him the same love.

He relents, releasing you very slightly to let you face him. You feel so blessed to call him yours, he’s truly a work of art. Everything about him brought you such a level of joy that you felt you would one day burst in the happiness only his mere presence brought. You don't know how you got so lucky but what you don't realise is that he's thinking the same. Neither of you know how you went without each other for so long, being the perfect match. You’re from 2 completely different worlds yet still find yourselves on the same wavelength regardless.

His eyes are very slightly open but the sunlight illuminates the honeyed pools and he looks absolutely divine. He has a dopey smile on his face, revelling in the fact that neither of you have anything to do for the day. He rolls you onto your back and lays face down on your bare chest, arms wrapping around your waist again. the weight of his giant frame and feeling of his soft skin flush against yours was one you could never get over. Your one hand lands on his muscular back to draw random shapes and smooth over the corded muscles, memorising the little dips and scars that decorate his chiselled body. The coolness of your hand offers a soothing chill to the scratches you left the night before. You smile at the idea of his teammates teasing him about it. The other rests in his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. He hums in pleasure, nuzzling further into your chest. You’re both a bit sore from the night before and you’re almost certain that you’re not going to be able to walk properly for a good few days.

“How are your legs?” you playfully scoff at that.

“I think you know the answer to that, my love.” you feel him smile against your skin and lightly smack his back.

“I know, it's just better hearing it from you, you know?” you hum jokingly in disapproval. Some things never change. You both laugh at his silliness and quieten down into a comfortable silence shortly after.

“What do you want the wedding colours to be?” He asks all of a sudden. He's always very direct so you're now used to coming up with witty responses.

“Do you really want to know what I think?” He lifts his head to look at you, nodding. He looks so adorable with his eyes wide and lips in a slight pout.

“I think you’re going about the whole process in the wrong order, the proposal goes before the wedding, my love.” He buries his head in your chest again and you feel his face heat up slightly as you giggle. You don’t realise that he’s got that part planned and has done for a few months now. He spent many months paying attention to what you scrolled past on your phone when you cuddled, taking note of the things you saved, learning about gem cuts and shapes so he could relay them to the jewellers. He already knew your ring size as he's bought many for you but none hold the weight that he hopes this one will. The ring rests in the drawer of his bedside table. You don’t like crowds or big spectacles, he knows that much. He’ll do it at home and soon, he’s just waiting for the perfect moment. He’s always carrying the little box in the pocket of his sweatpants, just in case his intuition kicks in. He lifts his head again, opting to rest it on his hand, his elbow is resting next to you on the pillow.

“C’mon, hypothetically speaking…” he trails off, waiting for an answer.

“I don't know, I want to keep it traditional y’know? If the dress is gonna be red, green and gold, I guess everything else is gonna have to follow that?” You hope he agrees, the idea of spending the rest of your lives together is an exciting one and the images that flash through your mind of the special day have you willing it to come soon.

He hums in agreement. His heart warms at the fact that you’re both on the same page. He can already imagine it all so vividly, you're not gonna have to lift a finger.

“Would we go back to Morocco?”

“I guess so, I want the whole family there.”

“Mom’s gonna be really happy about that.”

“You’ve discussed it with her already? You must really love me” you wiggle your eyebrows teasingly and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“As if we don’t make that obvious to everyone, every second of every day.” he narrows his eyes and pokes your side gently.

“We’d make a hot married couple.”

“So nothing’s gonna change then?”

“I doubt it, we’re the perfect match through and through. Anyone can see it.” You smile at his confidence. The pair of you keep PDA to a minimum but just with the way you look at eachother alone, it's so obvious that you’re made for eachother. It becomes even clearer when he whispers something in your ear and you hold a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the giggle that bubbles past your lips.

He falls back into your chest again, arms wrapping around you with a vice grip once more.

“I love you, my angel.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.” He says matter-of-factly.

“It absolutely IS possible!”

“You forgot about our first date anniversary AND our first conversation anniversary, not possible.”

“Who even remembers these things?”

“Obviously, I do. And that obviously means I love you more so checkmate.” you huff in pretend annoyance.

“Whatever”

“You know you love me”

“Hmm”

He cuddles even closer, if that was even possible. You both release a blissful sigh. His warmth was something you could never get tired of. His mere presence brought you a great deal of comfort. How did you get so lucky?

“Can we just stay like this forever?”

“Nothing’s stopping us today.” You both return to the comfortable silence. He moves to your side and you turn to look at him. Hands tracing over each other's features.

You dont get many days like this so you just treasure the beautiful moments as they come. Revelling in each other's warmth and love.

Yh i had to get this out of my system. one of my favourite tropes and since no one else is doing it, i'll gladly take matters into my own hands lol. i hope u enjoy, my lovelies xx

#yassine bounou imagine #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bono #yassine bounou #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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estcsy · 2 years

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I hope this doesn’t bother you, since he’s your brother 😭 but i’m shifting for Lo’ak and i could rlly use some motivation rn and the experiences you bless us with motivate me sm. do you think you could tell us more abt him and what he’s like? i’ll literally eat up anything

nono it’s okay dw it doesn’t bother me :D

I just don’t really know what to tell you because lo’ak is my brother and I’m assuming you and him are gonna be romantic and like I don’t see him in a romantic light at all 💀 so I’m sorry if my sibling stories with him don’t satisfy you :(

he’s always down for a good time tho so like if you’re bored he’s probably doing something fun, although it’s probably something he shouldn’t be doing HAAA (y’all might get in trouble tho so be careful)

he is a very very good dancer which I didn’t really expect at all but with omatikaya traditional dances he’s really good but dancing anything other then that… he looks funny but it’s okay

in my dr he really likes cookies (all of the sully kids do) so if you ever come across the scientists and they offer you cookies get some him I’m sure he’ll really really appreciate it :D (make sure there’s no raisin he hates those, his favorite is chocolate chip)

he is very protective over his family and if you and him are gonna be a thing I imagine he’ll probably be getting into a fight or two for you because if he gets fired up when someone looks at any of us the wrong way then idk what he’ll do if somebody does something to the person he’s dating

he’s a very good person to stay up late at night with when we lived at home tree sometimes we’d get in the same hammock and just talk but then for whatever reason we get funnier at night so while everyone is sleeping we’re trying our hardest to stay quiet while we’re laughing our asses off but then neytiri or jake would wake up and tell us to go to sleep

he WILL start a splash competition if you end him go swimming with him so be prepared (also he plays DIRTY HE MIGHT JUST TRY TO DROWN YOU)

he hates it when people call him “lo’ak silly” so if you wanna make him mad I encourage you it’s my favorite thing to do I love bothering him

#shifting #avatar #avatar the way of water #lo’ak sully #lo’ak x reader #reality shifting

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chuncao · 1 year

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Love potion - Final

Joongdok Fantasy AU - Witch kdj/knight yjh

Based on the novel - “Hello, I Am a Witch, and My Crush Wants Me to Make a Love Potion!”

“…the princess and her knight marry each other and they live happily ever after.”

His mother closed the book and placed it beside her. Kim Dokja was staying in bed, his small head peeking out of the blanket.

“Mommy, what about the witch?”

He looked at her with his big round eyes.

“Mommy doesn’t know, Dokja-ah.”

She smiled gently at him. Kim Dokja couldn’t remember the details on her face, but he was certain that his mother had a very beautiful smile. But that smile somehow always carried a hint of eternal sadness.

“Why couldn’t the witch be happy like the princess and the knight?”

“I think she deserves it too!”

Kim Dokja’s little mind couldn’t quite understand why the witch had to be the bad person. His mother was a witch too, but she was kinder than anyone he had ever met. And her dumplings were delicious too!

“Dokja-ah.”

“A witch can never be happy.”

—

Kim Dokja had never cared whether he could be happy in life or not. Just being able to survive was a blessing to him, so happiness was a luxury that he could never dream of. He was content with living a life of seclusion, being away from the privy eyes of other people. When the time came, he would gladly become one with the Earth and finally reunite with his mother in heaven. That’s what he had always been thinking up until a certain man crashed into his life.

For the first time in years, Kim Dokja had a taste of what happiness was like. The part that he had long forgotten was uncovered, drowning him in the sensation of tenderness. It was sweet, addicting, and unforgettable. It almost made him believe that even a witch like him could deserve to be happy.

But the gods wouldn’t be themselves if they weren’t acting cruel enough. In just a few seconds, Kim Dokja fell straight to hell from heaven. The same hell that had been bearable up until

now suddenly felt insufferable. Now that the witch had had a taste of happiness, he couldn’t go back to tasting loneliness. Nothing was crueler than waking up from a sweet dream just to face the looming harsh reality. And the man standing in front of Kim Dokja was the epitome of his sweetest dream.

“Kim Dokja.”

The knight called him with that deep voice of his.

The tears on his face immediately vanished from his face as if it had never been there. He unconsciously covered his face with the hood, lowering his head in an attempt to avoid that burning gaze.

“Dear customer, we are closed for the day.”

He tried his best to keep his voice from trembling.

Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t say anything. Instead, he kneeled down to where Kim Dokja was sitting, not minding whether his white uniform could get dirty or not.

“Kim Dokja, look at me.”

“Please.”

His voice was unbelievably bare. It was the first time Kim Dokja had ever heard such raw emotions coming from a person. Hence, he couldn’t help but look up at the man. The moment he laid his eyes on that masterfully carved face, he felt his breath hitched. It was as if he was transported back to that day 5 years ago, the day when he fell in love at first sight with the man. The man who helped him fend off the angry locals despite knowing that he was a witch. The man who cared for his safety even if they were just strangers at that time. The man who held his hands tightly as they ran across the streets.

“First of all, I would like to apologize for making you feel comfortable the past few weeks. I was not aware that my actions could cause you such distress. I sincerely apologize and I hope that you could forgive me.”

The man stared straight into his eyes. No. He was wrong. Those few weeks were the happiest days that he had felt in a while. Every day, he kept looking forward to the next day while in the past, he had never paid any mind to the future. If someone had to apologize, it should be him. He needed to apologize to Yoo Joonghyuk for taking away his precious remaining time with Princess Lee Seolhwa.

“N-no I…”

Kim Dokja tried to open his mouth but nothing came out of it. In the meantime, the knight continued with his words.

“Secondly, I… I have never been good with people. At one point, I even loathed the idea of having to stay by someone’s side for the rest of my life. But the day I started talking to you, I realized that accompanying someone else might not sound that bad after all.”

Yoo Joonghyuk paused for a while as if looking for words to say.

“The time we spent together, I enjoyed it a lot. On days when we didn’t meet, I felt like something inside me was missing. Days went by and before I knew it, I started seeing your silhouette everywhere I went.”

He then gently grabbed one of Kim Dokja’s hands before placing a small kiss on it. Just like how a knight would greet his dear princess.

“I know I’m lacking in many aspects, but could you give me the chance to be the one staying by your side?”

At first, Kim Dokja couldn’t understand what he meant by that. He just sat there, staring into the eyes of a sincere-looking Yoo Joonghyuk. But then, the realization started to dawn upon him and he laughed out loud. Just like how a true witch would.

“Oh dear customer, I didn’t know that you could possess such a sense of humor.”

He laughed, but his inside was bleeding.

“Kim Dokja-“

“How could a prestigious knight like you have an eye for someone like me? A mere witch that couldn’t afford his own clothes? A pitiful man who lived alone by himself? Dear customer, you better be off with a pretty princess by your side.”

Kim Dokja didn’t even know what he was saying. Maybe he had gone mad from the loneliness that had been invading his heart from the day his mother left him all by himself in this cruel world.

“After all, a witch can never be happy.”

That last part, he muttered to himself. If he didn’t repeat it in his head over and over again, he might get swept by the delusion of Yoo Joonghyuk’s words.

“Kim Dokja, I don’t care whether you are a witch or not. All I know is that my heart desires you and I want to be the one that makes you smile for the rest of your life.”

Yoo Joonghyuk brought the witch’s hand to where his heart was and Kim Dokja could feel it beating loudly just from the quaint touch. Does this man… really desire him?

“Even if I’m ugly?“

“Your eyes are even more beautiful than the brightest constellations.”

“Even if I’m foul?”

“How could I hate the smell of blooming violets that always linger on you?

“Even if I’m vicious?”

“You can’t even kill an insect, don’t you remember?”

“Even if I’m… a witch?”

At that question, Yoo Joonghyuk stared straight into his eyes. Darkness of the abyss met radiance of the constellations and they melted together, creating a sight that could be on par with the shining galaxy.

“I love you because you are a witch.”

Before he knew it, tears started streaming down his face. Just like the day when they first ate together, Yoo Joonghyuk gently wiped the tears off his face with his handkerchief. Ah, he really is a crybaby in front of the knight, right?

They sat on the ground as the time seemed to have gone still. No one was there and the only witnesses to the start of their stories were the quiet forest and the tranquil lake.

—

“Papa, can you tell me a story please?”

Yoo Joonghyuk was about to blow the candles off when his daughter called for him. Knowing full well that the girl wouldn’t go to sleep unless someone read her a storybook, he sat down by her bed and asked her:

“Then do you want me to tell you to the story of the princess and the knight?”

It was one of the most common fairy tales in the kingdom where the princess and the knight fought together to defeat the evil witch. He learned the story by heart as his mother also used to tell it to him over and over again.

“Nope, I hate it.”

Biyoo scrunched her nose. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but be reminded of the face that a certain someone would make when tomatoes were in his dish. Really, they were too cute to be true.

“Why?”

He was rather curious to know the reasons. After all, nearly everyone in the kingdom grew up with this story by their side.

“Because only the princess and the knight get to be happy. I want the witch to be happy too!”

She pouted, her little eyes filled with feelings of dissatisfaction. Those sparkling eyes that shine brighter than the brightest constellation in the sky were just as lovely as how his beloved’s were.

“Hm, I would tell you about the story of a knight and a witch then.”

“Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lives a lonely witch that loves to read more than anyone else. One day, a knight suddenly appeared and asked him to make a love potion…”

Yoo Joonghyuk started to tell Biyoo a story that only two people in this world were familiar with. A story of a lonely witch and his dear knight.

—

By the time the story ended, Biyoo had fallen sound asleep. Yoo Joonghyuk gently tucked his daughter in, watching a small smile blooming on her face. He was too absorbed in observing his daughter that he didn’t notice a figure standing by the door.

“Joonghyuk-ah, what took you so long?”

Kim Dokja called out to him in a sleepy voice. Only then did Yoo Joonghyuk realize how late it was. The other man must have woken up from his sleep to find out that his husband hadn’t returned to their bed.

“Biyoo asked me to tell her a story. Sorry for leaving you alone.”

He pulled Kim Dokja into an embrace, placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Hmm, it’s alright. But what kind of story did you tell her?”

The witch asked as he rested his head on the knight’s shoulder.

“Nothing much. Just a fairy tale.”

“The one with the princess and the knight? My mother used to tell it to me all of the time.”

A hint of nostalgia could be heard in his voice. Up until now, Kim Dokja hadn’t told Yoo Joonghyuk much about his mother. All the knight knew was that the man lost his mother at a young age and she was a witch just like him.

“No, I told her a different one.”

“Which one?”

“The one with the knight and the witch.”

Kim Dokja stayed still for a while before starting to laugh. He gazed up at his idiot of a husband with a sweet smile.

“Oh god, did you just tell her OUR stories? What did you even tell her then?”

“Just how much of an idiot you are and how I’m a bigger idiot for falling for you.”

The knight smirked as he saw a blush creeping up his partner’s gorgeous face. It was always easy to turn the man into a blushing mess of boiling squid.

“Geez… you and your cheesiness… why did I even marry you in the first place…”

The other man grumbled but the words carried no weight. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but admire the cute pout currently on the witch’s face.

“Anyway let’s go to bed. We have to get up early for Biyoo’s entrance ceremony tomorrow- WOAH?”

With a swift scoop, Yoo Joonghyuk picked his witch up, and princess carried him to their bedroom. Kim Dokja, now used to his husband’s tactics, just slightly protested before quietly resting his head by the man’s chest.

“So a witch can also be happy.” He thought to himself.

The witch and his knight lived happily ever after.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kdj #yjh #joongdok #yoo joonghyuk #kim dokja

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kangaskahn · 2 months

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🪐

//OOC UNDER THE CUT! :333 here's a little blurb for his 'original' au (Elysium!)

Joey groaned, the first breaches of sunlight beaming through his window, waking him up with a warm welcome. He always liked mornings, though he wasn't exactly productive, simply the act of waking up early made him feel better. The cabin- made with warm, dark wood and decorated with books and tapestries and candles- was softly lit by the golden rays of the sun as it glittered through the window.

His eyes lazily followed the streams of sunlight across the room, stopping when he had turned the opposite way of the sunlight. On the edge of his rather large bed, Princess had her "face" laying on his covers. Her large petals- a soft teal that turned yellow at the base- shifted, scrunching up before puffing air in his face. He chuckled, softly petting the massive plant as it let out a strange purr. He's long gotten used to the weird habits of his little meat eating friend- he'd created her, after all- so it wasn't at all a strange thought to him that 'hey, plants shouldn't make noises like that.'

He got up, shifting out of bed the other way, making Princess scamper off, her vines carrying her bud down the stairs. He turned back to his bedside table, plucking his glasses up and setting them on his face.

He quickly got dressed, wearing rather lackluster- yet incredibly comfortable- clothes. No one was going to see him, he lived in the middle of the woods all alone, And he wanted it to stay that way.

He strolled over to the window, the large, almost desk-like windowsill had a couple of herb bottles and crystals, and in the middle was a metal, ornate candle tray. He methodically lit the fresh candle, setting it in its place in the middle of the tray. Beneath it he laid out some fancy herbs, delicate stems, rare petals, along with some dried fruits to finish the offering.

He didn't pray like most might, instead of asking for goddess to bless him, he never called her attention directly. It was too much of a gamble for him, as he knew that he was the most likely to catch her eye. Instead, he set out silent offerings. The goddess knew they were for her, as he would lock his door for the day and when he usually come back at sunset, the fruit would be eaten and the herbs turned to ash.

He quickly made his way downstairs, turning on the lights and doing a once-over to make sure Princess didn't make mess. Princess was happily nestled into her large bed, cozy to lay down while her little antenna and leaves twitched and fluttered as she slept.

He went to open the fridge to grab some food, and paused. He blinked owlishly at the calendar. Shit, it was tending day. He opened the fridge quickly, and noticed that most of everything was already eaten. Seems today would be harvest day as well.

He turned to go out the other door, located at the back of the kitchen. He was met with hot, humid air. While it was never his favorite, he had to make sure his plants survived.

He picked up one of the woven baskets he's made, quickly sweeping through the isles of plants to check up on them, plucking and harvesting the ripe fruits and veggies. The greenhouse was set up to be tall enough for his vine plants, which also allowed for extra hanging space for some of his rooted plants to dry. He ducked under a basket of lower hanging garlic, continuing to make his rounds and sweep through.

Very few of them needed extra water, which Joey considered a win. It meant that his watering system was still working as intended.

His basket was getting heavy, and with a final sweep through his garden, he turned to go back inside, only to hear a large crash inside. He nearly dropped his food, hearing Princess start hissing and growling through the door.

He quickly set the basket down, before rushing over to the door. Shit.

#ask game #snivy's ask vine #pkmn irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokemon irl

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taliskermortem · 1 year

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okay, rewatch/full watch thoughts - episode 8

under the cut because its long and i dont want to bore you all

don’t talk to me about junseong beelining it straight for seongho’s room as soon as he wakes up and then... holding his hand? on the way out? what was that

seonwoo saying he feels like he has to ‘repay’ yoonghee for always calling him with a date is one of the main reasons i don’t like him tbh, this isn’t about owing people its about finding a connection and if that’s how you’re viewing it then it’s never going to work and you’re just leading people on for no good reason

junseong panicking about his appearance just to ask seongho for a date is adorable... and yoonghee helping him is so cute

hyeongjoonie is so shy and awakward bless him, waiting for seongho to leave and double checking the mission card

not minseong stress smoking trying to figure out what the hell to do, i wonder at what point he realised it wasn’t actually first come first serve like hyeongjin implied it was

hyeongjoon is a bigger person than i could ever be

minseong has some serious guts tbh not sure i could sit down and eat a meal with someone i'm rejecting but he must have seriously made up his mind because there’s not really a way back from this for these two i think but who knows maybe the voicemail he left hyeongjin will soften the blow

but wow is hyeongjin perceptive, like he knew straight away something wasn’t right before minseong even said anything but he was very gracious about it

ugh I feel so bad for jeongwook, no one even considered asking him and he was just bounced around between people without anyone really telling him what was going on – i think he was looking forward to spending some time with hyeongjoon because they do seem to get along really well

junseong and seongho leaving with absolutely zero fuss? living for it

JUNSEONGHO DATE:

HOT PACK BOY I'M DYING

starting the date by insulting his hoodie? totally valid

not both of them trying to match the other with their outfits

seongho calling him out for being obvious

seongho straight up talking with his mouth full like they are so comfortable with each other i cannot handle this

seongho: “when the cat comes, i push it away… then my cat comes to be again” junseong: “so poor, it’s similar to me” i'm dead

both of them being neverous that outside of the house it would be uncomfortable between them and then realising its exactly the same as if they were just lying on the bed and chatting again

junseong saying he wants to leave quickly so he can have seongho’s phone number has me dying

junseong remembering from the first date that seongho likes desert boy has been gone from the very start

(on a side note koreans and cheese makes me nervous okay they do things with cheese that scare me)

exCUSE ME that bossy conversation, let’s talk about it romorrow? whaaaat

god the fact that they are able to talk to each other about how they feel, that seongho isn’t afraid to talk about seonwoo and junseong respects his feelings, that’s wild to me

WAIT FOR THE VOICE MESSAGES SEONGHO YOU WANT HIM DEAD

junseong already being worrying about not being able to give seongho all his attention when they leave the house i cannot believe how gone this boy is

JUNSEONG WHAT ARE THOSE SHOES THOSE ARE THE UGLIEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN

did these two do anything other than walk by the sea and eat food? (kind of hoping they did and we get some behind the scenes like we did when jeongwook and hyeongjoon when to the arcade)

walking. with. his arm. around. him.

yeah that image of them silhouetted against sunset? not processing that today

YOONGHEE AND SEONWOO DATE:

okay seonwoo has annoyed me before they even got in the car with his whole ‘wooooo’ thing. just stop.

yoongheeeeeee you deserve so much better im sorry

honestly, at this point i would rather seonwoo was outwardly possessive of seongho, like show some depth to those feelings you claim to have, at least that would come across as genuine this people pleasing act is getting exhausting

not sure how i feel about them going to personal places tbh, i know hyeongjin and jeongwook go to his house later too but yeah, not sure what i think about it

for a second there i thought yoonghee was going to say he had a nut allergy

wow seonwoo way to bring down the mood

god this is awkward, i wasn’t expecting it to be this awkward

god i feel sorry for yoonghee

yeah yoonghee you’re the ace

seonwoo is just incredible insecure isn’t he and like i get it but bro

also how is yoonghee more mature than a guy 12 years his senior

wow just say yes or no… seonwoo proceeds to give no answer at all… and now yoonghee wont give up again this poor kid just let him go i beg

guy just keeps asking why yoonghee is into him, please stop looking for compliments i'm begging you its embarrassing now

“will you really answer it” okay thank god yoonghee can see through his bullshit even just a little

“i want to rely on him” fuck you seonwoo

MINSEONG AND HYEONGJOON DATE:

THE CUDDLING ON THE SOFA HELP

#his man 2 #i gave seonwoo the benefit of the doubt but this episode killed him off for me im done #but junseong and seongho date was incredible and i cant wait for minseong and hyeongjoon

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blubushie · 1 year

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Daily Denim Question #2: What’s your favorite fairytale?

I don't really care for FAIRYTALES much but I love mythology!

Wave Rock near Hyden was created when Ngalmudj dragged herself across the land.

After Ngalmudj finished making Australia and her people she came to Kakadu, laid a nest of eggs, and settled down for a long sleep. Out of the eggs hatched baby rainbow serpents, and that's where rainbows come from. It's thought she's made her nest somewhere in Cooper's Creek near the East Alligator. Anyone who doesn't obey her Law is swallowed, and she'll drown kids who cry too much because she doesn't like noise (you and me both, Mum). There were legitimate concerns from people that the drilling from the uranium mine in the centre of Kakadu would wake her, but it seems she's stayed dormant. For now.

The Moon Man's wife is bloody pissed at him because he's lazy and doesn't do anything. Every month he gets fatter and fatter (waxing moon) until eventually she gets so fed up that she takes a knife and starts cutting off pieces of him (waning moon). He dies of his wounds (new moon) but immediately comes back from the dead a few days later just to spite her.

During the Dreaming, when something went extinct it wasn't like it was now, a slow decay. It was a massive trial of fire (or, well, water). Ngalmudj scoured the land and ate the species of whatever creature offended her, and it was always because it broke one of her laws relating to taboos. Her eating you was actually a blessing in that regard, since it cleansed you of the sin of whatever taboo thing you did.

The Moon Man and Sun Woman are deeply in love but they're (quite-literally) star-crossed lovers. They chase each other across the skies for years on end but very rarely they're able to rendevous. Solar eclipses are the Moon Man shielding his wife from prying human eyes as he makes love to her.

A man wanted to marry the Pleiades sisters but they wanted nothing to do with him. He chased them across the continent until they found a massive tree and climbed it into the sky, where they remain today.

The Milky Way is an emu.

Alternatively, the Milky Way is a river in the afterlife and where people go when they die. All the stars in the Milky Way are campfires. Ngalmudj sends a canoe to collect souls when they die, and sometimes people will send their canoe back to show their loved ones they made it up there just fine. That canoe is shooting stars.

Emu used to be able to fly and nest in trees, and had massive, beautiful wings. One day he saw Brolga dancing and decided he'd go talk to her. He asked how she danced so beautifully and Brolga, bitch she is, said that he could never do it because of his big wings. She offered to clip Emu's wings, and Emu (being dumb and not realising that he could never fly home with short wings) agreed. When they were done Emu danced and asked Brolga how life is on the ground, but then Brolga went "WOULDN'T KNOW, LOSER" and spread the big wings she'd had tucked on her back and flew off and that's why emus have tiny wings and can't fly.

The Bitchy Brolga legends continue! Eventually Emu reared babies and encountered Brolga, who did the same thing. Brolga quickly hid her young in the bush (except one) and went to greet Emu, who holds no grudges because he's happy in life now. She immediately started in, "Oh, you have such a large family, how do you ever feed them all? You look ill. You shouldn't have so many children, just one like I do, or surely they'll work you to death." Emu, again, listened to Brolga, and slew all of his chicks except for one. Just then Brolga called her young out of the bush with a sweet voice, and when she saw the grief and despair on Emu's face when he realised what he'd done, she'd started laughing. She laughed so hard she blew her throat out and now the brolgas can't only make a harsh two-note call. Bitch.

One day Brolga showed up again and Emu's mate had laid a large clutch of eggs, which, as the male, he was tasked with incubating and guarding. He was so furious when he saw her that he charged her, and she hopped over his back in her graceful flight and stomped all of his eggs except one. She danced for a bit as Emu mourned and begged her to spare his remaining egg, and then she seized it and threw it into the sky. It cracked when it hit the stars, splattered open, and out hatched the Sun Woman (depending on legend it might have also struck the campfire of a sky man called Ngoudenout and lit it thus creating the sun, but I don't know enough about that story to relay it back to you).

#blu whos #true blu

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huxs-waifu · 2 years

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10,000 Nights- Chapter 12 - Gift From The Gods

Chapter Summary:

This is entirely fluff! we have 2 weddings here, cute cloaky and you find out what on earth the baby's name is going to be!

As always thank you for the response to the story! we have just one chapter left after this (there will be wedding night smut) But don't fear, I'm already planning a sequel and you'll never guess who will be playing a part in it all!

i researched Greek wedding and blessings for this, I've done what it says in Greek and English but not the Greek lettering for you.

drop a comment and tell me which wedding you would prefer?

Part eleven - can be found here

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30666221/chapters/93492631

Playlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/650653939084279808/via

Masterlist - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent

Chapter extras

wedding mood boards to inspire each wedding: https://at.tumblr.com/huxs-waifu/10000-nights-wedding-mood-board/a651jw7s1i9t Chrissys crown - https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/385409680623396678/?nic_v3=1aCoaaxP0<br /> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corona_Borealis

Strange watched as Chrissy was shuffled away from him. Hermes and Wong left, stood beside him.

"So time for your robes too."

"I can just wear this and the cloak with no need for anything fancy."

"Stephen you are literally getting married to a goddess and you're in 40c heat. I think she'll appreciate the change." Wong got up from the pillar.

"I can show you some of the traditional clothes you could wear, it would show off that chest of yours perfectly. I'm thinking of the winged crown too." The messenger god pointing toward an archway. That went into a cave. “ You can get ready there ."

Wong holds a snigger. "I too think you should go traditional, Strange, no blue robes or cloak for you. I forbid it."

"And why on earth would you want to see me in a toga!"

"Call it punishment for waking me up early" —---- Having been whisked away to a room overlooking the clouds and mountains below, then promptly being sat in front of a mirror. Maenad and Nymphs seemed to appear from nowhere carrying wine, trays of jewels, bolts of silk and bath water, full of petals. Ariadne stood behind playing with my hair, seeing each other in the mirror giving a wide smile that looked very much like my own.

“So what are we thinking, purple for wine? white for traditional?”

“Blue for his eyes?” I say, partly joking. Thinking of the same blue that his eyes shine, when the Stone in his necklace lights the room in green. As we lay in bed holding our hands up looking at the shadows on the wall.

“Blue it is then.” Guessuring over to the silks.

Through what seemed like some kind of magic the nymphs, brought over blue silk, almost seafoam in colour, the material gliding like water as it moved. It wraps around, tying in knots at various points, hugging my chest and body perfectly. Gold clips of grape vines are placed at the shoulders and around the waist, with real ones crawling up the bottom and down over the train, in plush greens. If anyone could have seen it could best be described as a vineyard on a warm summer's day with a cloudless sky.

The true triumph of the dress though was the insulin pump. It held weightlessly against the skin of my right breast. Yet with the folds of the dress cupping across the breast and under it appears as if nothing was there. A couple of Maenad brought plate fruits to me when I was lounging in the bath of rose petals, in all the haste and adrenalin my blood sugars must be shot to pieces. Testing with my machine the beings around me were surprised to see Such technology. After a few whispers I heard the word Mellitus come up knowing for well that the Greeks had coined the word for diabetes all those years ago.

“How is the bride doing?” A male voice was heard

“Dio, No men allowed!”

“Dear I'm, not the groom it doesn't count.” sitting on the marble bench next to me, laying his staff down on the stone flooring. “Besides, I wondered if it was time to give her the wedding present!”

“Of course, we were just about to start her hair.” Hebe, replied excitedly

"Strange as the cloak it's only fitting that you get a relic too." Ariadne fusses behind the mirror shoeing the non-gods out of the room before thanking them as the last leaves.

"We pulled a few strings or shall we say stars," Dionysus adds.

"The Corona Borealis constellation was originally the crown that was given to Me on my wedding day. We thought it would be quite fitting for yours too as Stephen means crown in Greek."

Offering a wooden box carved with the constellation on it, opening the lid to peek inside. On a silken white cloth sat a gold crown. The mass of vines is intricately woven between one another, with emerald leaves and amethyst Grapes.

“That's bloody beautiful!” As I carefully touch one of the grapes. “But am I allowed? I mean it's wonderful, it's worthy of a goddess, but I'm not a real one.”

“As we keep saying this is sorry, to you. For almost getting you trapped in the dark dimension, I think we can let this one slide.” Dionysus gets back up with a creek of bones. There are not many of you left in the timeline you're in, descendants of greek gods that is. There's always that nagging fear that one day you mortals will forget about us altogether. We will look after you while we still have you.”

“ We’ll add the crown into your hair then we're done. Shoo Dio. check on Stephen if you must”

—- “I look like, like bloody Hercules, Wong! You can't make me do this looking like this ?” Stephen's voice echoed through the room on the other side of the hall of the gods.

“I had far too much fun with this” wong, draping the cloak over his shoulder as Dio walked in from the goddesses.

Stephen emerged from the room. He definitely wasn't in his normal blue robe, as Wong had requested. The White toga is tied over one shoulder with one of the cloak brooches. The other half was showing off his bare chest which looked almost as marble cut and white as the toga compared to the tanned god Hermes next to him. The edging to the toga was embroidered with gold wine glasses and crowns interlocking in a continual pattern. A long slash of red wine is tied to the side with masses of rope. The eye of agamotto in the very middle looks like a fake buckle. This normally slicked back hair had been left to fall naturally, the white hairs curling in with the jet black due to the heat. A crown of laurel leaves and golden narcissus flower sat among it.

“Your definitely not Herc he had more leather.” Hebe joining them from the women's side, she would be doing the blessing as they thought best not to involve Hera into the mix. Hera was the normal goddess for people to pray to for marriage. Hebe could also be involved sometimes in the proceedings of mortals. So she was the next best thing.

Sighing Strange nods before smiling he was actually doing it, marrying a woman he'd literally known for only a few months. Yet felt like he'd known all his life. Clasping his hands together, the scars didn't even come to his mind “shall we make this more homely?” waving his arms, the daylight went into twilight in an instant producing, hundreds of candles up the path to the altar.

“She's ready.” Ariadne is the final one to join. They all proceeded to gather up at the small alter The gauze curtain twitched.

Strange looked at Chrissy pull through the curtains, a dress of blue and grape vines artfully created around the body, now he definitely didn't feel overdressed. He truly felt like he'd been transported 1000s years ago into the shoes of that last supreme. The warmth of the glow he felt in his heart for Chrissy. Seemed to be shared by someone else at that moment. Taking her hand as she approached lightly connecting the two of them as he led him up the stairs.

“I if I may start, so we can break the spell.” Hebe adds with a cough,” We gather today to bless Stephen Vincent Strange in marrying the Descendant of Dionysus Chryseis. If you consent to the union of this marriage please proceed. If anyone does not please speak now.” The Service went on hebe, saying all the rights and blessings she could to try and cover the marriage. Better to be safe than sorry when trying to break a centuries-old spell.

“Do you Chryseis Heed-Warden take Stephen Vintcent Strange to be your husband and partner in this life?”

“I do.”

“Sam to you Stephen Vintcent Strange do you take Chryseis Heed-Warden to be your partner in this life?”

“I do, in every life of mine.”

“Then I now pronounce you man and wife! The god's final blessings to you are these.i ora i kal , vion anthosparton , na zisete”

“What does that translate to?” the non-greek speakers looking slightly puzzled”

“Our blessings to you - the time is good, may your life be full of flowers and may you live.”

“ That's good enough for me!” Chrissy leaps on Strange dragging him down to her height to give him the kiss smiling Stephen pulls away, whispering

“i ora i kal when I'm with you.”

—---- 1 year later…

Standing at the bottom of the steps, a veil over my face, I walk up the steps one by one. The doors to the New York sanctum came open flooding the hall with light. Smiling at the same open door which started it all. I walked down the aisle with, Cream dress, embroidered with pale yellow flowers on the soft net top layer and a train flowing behind. Modern compared to the lavish blue greek robe we were blessed in a year ago. The bunch of wild English flowers - including dandelions - show up against the dress. Reaching the stairs, looking over my shoulder at the guests seated on either side. My family joined over from England on one side, shocked at the surroundings and the situation but happy nonetheless.

Tony and Pepper, Morgan bright and bubbly watching. Peter throws confetti with Thor. Loki and Darcy give a small wave, shooing me up the stairs. Two strange-looking family members sat behind my parents. Dressed in a matching wine suit and a dress. Dark sunglasses on and the lady wearing a comically large floppy straw hat. Looking back on the two greek gods were doing the exact opposite of blending into the corrugation.

As I take a deep breath to walk up the stairs. To Stephen, the cloak and the little girl being cradled in it like a swaddle floating weightlessly, her chubby finger trying to pull at the collar. With the cloak booping her now and again lightly on the nose. Cloaky had then quite a liking to the infant, if the cloak of levitation wasn't needed by Stephen so much we would have no need for a nanny . The sentient object was happy to protect the small child.

Reaching the top of the stairs I tap Stephens's arm, with the bouquet. Which he enhanced upon seeing with a broad smile and click of his fingers, the dandelions turning into oversized bulbous heads. Looking down at me, the biggest grin I've seen, since our daughter was born! He leans into me, to whisper peering over at the cloak rocking her so lightly you could hardly see it. “ Do you really think it was a good idea to give Alice the cloak for the day?”

“Shhh, Chalice Helena Donna - soon to be Strange does as she pleases. Plus the cloak is a good judge of people. Otherwise, it wouldn't have invited me in!” knocking into him again playfully.

“If you two are done, can I perform the ceremony?” Wong in his ceremonial robes.

“Sorry Wong !” We say in collusion, Chalice giggling at the name like she always did at the name.

“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to officially marry Chrissy and Stephen in this universe…”

Part 13 - here

Tag list ! - @too-short-for-my-own-good @avengershumanresources @d0ct0rstrangewife @strangelockd

#Dr Strange #dr stephen strange #dr strange smut #dr strange marvel #dr strange fanfiction #Greek Mythology #greek mythology references #romance fiction #Marvel multiverse #MCU fanfiction #diabetic reader #diabetic fiction #dr strange x reader #dr strange x ofc #dr strange x oc #benedict cumberbatch #daddy strange

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sometimes-sleeby-octopus · 2 years

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Sonic Prime Moana AU

A loose combination of Sonic Prime and Moana based on this post:

https://at.tumblr.com/little-horror-girl-love/these-are-the-same-vibe/zyh17bwj0fi9

Disclaimer: Characters might be a bit ooc because.

Environment:

- Instead of making universes, the Paradox Prism makes islands/regions when Sonic breaks it

- New Yoke is a ship rather than a city (because I’d rather draw a boat than cities)

- The regions are as follows: The Grim, The Aquamarine, and The Jungle

- The mainland still exists after the Prism shatters, but it’s unbalanced and wacky without the prism absorbing all the extra chaos with it’s order piece for Green Hills

- Instead of being above ground, the Prism is hidden below ground

- Once it is shattered, its pieces fly out of the cave and form the islands

- Green Hills Island!!! With more mountains and also meadows

Basic Character Stuff

- Everyone wears either bandanas or necklaces because I said so

- Shadow takes on the demigod role, guarding over the island in the shadows, sometimes chatting with the others (but not much)

- He has a gold necklace with a smaller chaos emerald for his powers (its role is alike to Maui’s hook)

- Eggman (kind of like a smaller demigod?) hides in the mountains, always trying to sabotage the island due to a vendetta with Shadow

- The non-gods like Sonic can get blessings that are essential lowkey powers

- The difference is that the gods/demigods can do everything well but have specializations (Shadow’s are knowledge and strength and Eggman’s are knowledge and corruption/disorder)

Half developed plot (might change if I write a fic or something)

- All of them except shadow are quite the explorers although Sonic wants to venture on to new heights compared to the others

- He goes exploring in underground caves by himself despite being discouraged by his friends

- Sonic comes across Shadow standing by the Paradox Prism, sneaking in the shadows

- Suddenly Eggman grabs him and offers to trade his life for the prism in front of Shadow

- Shadow’s like “nope” and fights eggman, trying to retrieve Sonic without hurting him TOO MUCH

- Sonic (blessed with speed and strength unbeknownst to him) suddenly finds himself running very fast after escaping egg man’s grasp

- He is unsure of how to stop running and slams into the Paradox prism, much to Shadow’s and egg man’s dismay

- It breaks and creates chaos on Green Hills Island and creates the three new regions

- As the shards ricochet around, Shadow loses his necklace and Eggman takes it

- Shadow is very angry and Sonic offers to fix it

- Shadow reluctantly agrees to help him

- Sonic sees the chaos on the island before he leaves and explains part of what happened to his friends

- Shadow tells them how to survive and he and Sonic are off by boat

(The Grim Region)

- At first it’s very rocky and stormy

- They decided to wait on a small island until the storm calms

- They talk and get along for a moment

- Training montage for Sonic because I love that for them and for me

- Storm calms mostly, back to the Sea!

- Things go poorly in the grim after a run in with the New Yoke and it’s dystopian crew due to Sonic’s careless and inexperience

- Shadow only gets half of his emerald and half of his power back and storms off back to the island right before he and Sonic reach the Aquamarine

(The Aquamarine)

- Sonic is alone and sad, gets lost and picked up by the Dread and his crew

- Eventually The storm is back oh no

- The crew tries to gain control but their ship sinks

- Sonic tries to swim and calls out for help

- He sinks into the water and it all goes black >:0

- He wakes up drenched back on his boat with Shadow!!!

- They make up and get going again, Shadow got the crystal from the Aquamarine

- And then it’s into the jungle

(The Jungle$

- The greenery gets in the way crap, gotta get out of the boat

- They get hunted by two tribes (Amy variant with Knuckles and Birdie and Rouge Variant with Tails and Big) who then fight

- Shadow easily gets free and he and Sonic help the tribes get along again

- The tribes now one tribe lead them to the Jungle’s shard

- More journey, The New Yoke is back, Shadow and Sonic win!!!

- They get the Grim crystal

- As they go home they realize the crystal isn’t whole, keep searching, find nothing

- They gotta sacrifice the emerald to get home quickly (what a twist I know)

(Back to Green Hills)

- The island is in ruins nooo

- Basically huge team up of everyone ever

- Eggman with New Yoke crew and then everyone else on the other side

- Obviously everyone else wins and Eggman and co is chucked off the island

- Crystal whole with the Island stabilizer part

- All the regions combine WHOA

- happy end and shadow makes friends (especially with Sonic, could be interpreted as sonadow but like. Doesn’t matter it’s whatever you want it to be)

- The end Jesus CHRIST that was long

TLDR: Sonic prime au where Sonic prime meets Moana meets ooc characters. Shadow’s a demigod who defends the island against Eggman. Sonic fucks up and breaks the crystal. Shadow and Sonic go get the pieces and have conflict that gets resolved. The 4 crystal shards make three regions, the fourth being to keep order on Green Hills. Crystal piece unite and so do regions, happy times for everyone. Sonic and Shadow are best friends (yay!).

#sonic prime #moana au #also if you want to know more/have questions PLEASE ASK #posting again because it just didn’t show up in the Sonic prime tag????#I think it glitched because I left the page or something #anyways this took too long for it to not work I’m stubborn lol

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Alexis Balaska // Immortal Thirty-Two // Tailor // Fate

TW: DEATH MENTION (INCLUDING ANIMAL)

Alexis was born eons ago. No, not that many– keep going. Being the daughter of Zeus had its blessings as well as its curses. Atropos took them both with a grain of salt. As centuries passed she did as she was born to do– she cut thread. She was the eldest of the three sisters that controlled the fate of the living. They were deemed The Fates due to their jobs and Alexis had the specific task of cutting the thread of one’s life, determining when they would take their last breath and meet death.

Years felt like seconds to Alexis as an immortal being. As time passed the world changed so she knew she had to adapt, hence calling herself Alexis. A name like Atropos wasn’t one a person would commonly hear. Fashion came and went and trends always seemed to be revived. Alexis had seen it all. Life could be dull and monotonous, but still she did the same thing every day. She cut threads of life from the Underworld only for the poor, deceased souls to be dragged down. She did this with a sense of pride, but also duty. Death followed Alexis everywhere she went and she began to find solace in it.

Waking up in Evermore was a bit of a shock for all three of the fates. None of them had seen it coming, literally, and it was a struggle living there at times. Being stuck in a town with no escape was horrific to Alexis. She had no escape and felt like she was being suffocated by four walls until access to the Underworld was found. Even being able to go back down she could not go anywhere else besides Evermore and it drove her insane.

Alexis still did as she should though and traveled to the Underworld to cut thread after thread. Above, in Evermore, the sisters had a tailor shop where Alexis worked away during the day and then in the Underworld in between. She continues her work as a Fate while trying to make a living in town sewing clothes. It was all very monotonous, but Alexis’ life always had been.

The woman dreams of more, she wants to touch Olympus one day and get out of this town with her sisters. She will do her job as a Fate until she ceases to exist but she wants to experience more than life in a dull town when she’s not busy doing her work.

Alexis has a strong sense of intuition, she cannot see the future like Lachesis seeing as she is the fate that represented the future, but whenever something bad was going to happen she had a strong feeling in her gut. It came with the territory of being a fate.

She absolutely is NOT a pet OR plant person. Every plant she’s ever owned has mysteriously died and she doesn’t want a pet to test the theory further.

Alexis is a very morbid person and that is reflected in both her own personal style and her home. There’s (real) skulls and bones on her shelves and creepy accent decor to compliment the black hues of the furniture and curtains. She finds comfort in the reminders of death.

When she talks she knows she can come across rude. She’s not trying to be, she is just very guarded and does not trust easily. Making friends is difficult for her and relationships sound torturous so she doesn’t let herself catch feelings. She isn’t close to many people aside from her sisters. There’s many times when Alexis finds herself feeling lonely and fills the space in her bed, and heart, with another body for the night.

Get on her bad side and her tongue will be as sharp as her heart. She can be cruel if she needs to be but prefers the path of civility. Being on the receiving end of her anger doesn’t result in anything great– for the other person. Some would say the other could possibly receive a death sentence.

Some would call Alexis mysterious, some could call her strange, regardless she does carry herself with a sense of mystery. Her presence often gives people an uneasy feeling and she knows that. There’s just something about her that seems to throw the vibe off at times and it makes her wonder if it’s just the resting bitch face or if she does scare people away for some reason.

Her sense of style is very…her. Think witchy aesthetics meet Greek mythology. Long, flowy skirts and dresses in hues of black, purple, and green. Lace accents in her clothing and a lot of gold jewelry. She doesn’t like super tight clothing, preferring the breathability of loose and light fabrics. She has both of her ears pierced all the way up, a nose stud, and septum ring. Her sense of style isn’t super loud, but it’s definitely unique and she doesn’t care who has judgements against it. Don’t get her wrong though– she can rock a short dress with heels and all the glam that comes along with it.

She’s morally gray in the sense that if there was a hurt animal she’d tell someone to put it out of their misery. She doesn’t always make the best decisions and they usually end in hurting people. She’s not evil. She knows right from wrong and her morals are in the right place, but she often blurs the lines of good and wrong. She has regrets, who doesn’t, but living as long as she has meant she definitely has some big ones. Her actions make her think about her next approach on matters, and she’s usually able to correct a mistake no matter how dire it was.

Alexis often finds herself visiting the Underworld alone, late at night when the rest of the town is asleep. She finds solace in the place, gaining a calm sense when she would sit and listen to the sounds of the souls she cursed to an eternity in the River Styx. She has very few regrets about the lives she’s ended, but isn’t quite sure why it brings her so much peace to be around death. Perhaps it’s because it’s all she’s known her whole existence.

Alexis is not a fragile person but she knows where her weaknesses are. Not that she would ever admit them. She may come across as brash but deep down she’s very warm hearted. When she cares about someone she goes all in which is why she tries to avoid it all together. She only needed her sisters, she has always told herself, and it’s her job to look after them. She can’t let other people get in the way of that and ruin the flow of life’s fate.

#✂️ about #✂️ headcanon

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vaguelyrotten · 10 days

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Through the Shadows, To the Edge of Night - Chapter 6

Weighed down by nightmares and bad memories, Alec Lightwood feels like he's just a ghost of the man he once was. When a new neighbor moves in next door and the man and his adorable charge become an integral part of his life, Alec starts to see a light out of the darkness…that is until a single horrific night forces him to relive the horrors of his past.

After six months had passed, Alec could say he was truly happy for the first time since he’d returned. His sleep remained nightmare free more often than not and the times he did wake up in a cold sweat with his demons knocking at the door, he would send his boyfriend a text, and make his way down the hallway between them where Magnus was always waiting for him with open arms and a welcome distraction. Sometimes they talked until the sun came up and Magnus had to go to work and take Madzie to school, other times his boyfriend pulled him to bed and held him tightly until Alec drifted off in his arms.

Magnus’ presence in his life didn’t just change his sleepless nights. Alec found himself with a rather busy calendar these days. He’d taken over babysitting for Madzie on the nights Magnus had to work late and had quickly become a familiar face when dropping her off at her friends houses, dance classes, or the stable. When Magnus wasn’t working and Madzie wasn’t at school or a lesson, the three of them liked to go on adventures. Sometimes it was the zoo, or the aquarium, or a simple journey across town to a brand new ice cream place that had opened up. And then, of course, there were the lunch dates on days when Magnus wasn’t consumed by a case and Alec could pull him away.

His therapist had cleared him to return to work in a lighter capacity a month ago but instead of being excited, Alec found himself a bit despaired. He wasn’t ready to return to work and he wasn’t sure he wanted to at this point. The torture that he’d endured had almost been a blessing in disguise. Before, he’d never been able to consider another career - the Institute had been his only option but now… the world was his oyster. If he didn’t have to return and could do something that truly made him happy, what would he choose? He’d started to daydream about his possibilities and had mentioned them a time or two to Magnus who he knew would support his decision no matter what he decided.

Despite what had happened to him in the past, Alec’s life was good…so when he woke up in the middle of the night to eerie silence and his instincts on high alert, he knew that something was very, very wrong.

A quick glance at the clock showed it was just after three in the morning and the sounds of the city outside of his window were the same as they always were. It was the heavy silence that hung in the air and the stomach-churning scent of ammonia that had Alec reaching into his bedside table for a gun that he hadn’t told his parents he possessed (and one that Jace hadn’t been able to find before his initial release from the hospital). He found it all too easy to slip into the mind set he used as an active field agent, checking and clearing all rooms of his own apartment and finding nothing amiss.

Still, though, his gut was screaming at him that something wasn’t right and he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ignored it and went back to bed only to learn in the morning that there was some sort of situation that he could have helped prevent. He knew he should call Jace and get him out of bed and over here for backup and maybe he would ask his brother to canvas the area but he wanted to check on Magnus and Madzie first because if he called Jace than Isabelle would come too and Alec had yet to tell either of them that he’d started dating his new neighbor.

The hallway was quiet when Alec opened his door and he took a few moments to make sure no one was lurking before he stepped outside and quietly padded down the hall to Magnus’ apartment. The door was ajar and Alec’s blood ran cold.

Alec raised his gun and pushed the door open, ready for someone to start shooting at him the minute he was inside. Instead, he found a mess. Magnus’ living room was in shambles and it was clear that a fight had broken out. Furniture was broken and tipped over, the frames that had once hung on the walls were now scattered across the floor in pieces, the files that Magnus had been working on at the kitchen table the last time Alec had been over were strewn across the room and his laptop had been snapped in half.

There were no sounds from anywhere in the apartment and Alec was fairly certain whoever had invaded Magnus’ space was long gone so he continued inside, looking for any trace of his boyfriend or his young charge. There was no sign of Magnus in the kitchen or the hall bathroom and as he continued through the apartment, a quick glance at the balcony and the shattered window, told him that the other man wasn’t outside. The master bedroom was closest to the entrance but the open door told Alec that unless Magnus was under the bed, he wasn’t inside.

Madzie’s bedroom was at the end of the hall. Alec twisted the knob and the door slowly opened with a squeak. He held his breath, terrified of what he would find on the other side.

The little girl’s bedroom was in the same state as the living room but Alec didn’t have a chance to investigate further. Magnus was hog tied in the middle of the room, staring at Alec with terrified tear-stained eyes and Madzie was nowhere to be seen.

Alec dropped to his knees and untied the gag from around his boyfriend’s mouth. “Alexander, they… Madzie…she’s…”

“Let me get you untied and you can tell me what happened. We need to call the cops,” Alec said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice so Magnus didn’t get even more upset.

“Can’t call the cops,” his boyfriend replied with a sob as Alec’s practiced fingers released the knot at his hands. “They’d only hurt her more and this is too big for them.”

“What’s too big, Mags? Take a breath and tell me what happened.”

Magnus inhaled sharply and let Alec finish undoing the knots in the rope he’d been tied with. He said nothing for a few minutes and they both knew that each second that ticked by was one second farther that they got from finding the little girl. “I’ve been working on a case,” Magnus said finally, letting Alec pull him to his feet and guide him to the only upright chair still in the apartment. “For the better part of a year, bodies have been turning up with the same symbol branded onto their bodies. As far as we could tell, nothing linked the victims together — they were all different ages, different races, different sexes…the only thing they had in common was that brand.”

Alec grabbed Magnus a glass of water from the kitchen and waited for his boyfriend to continue. “We figured it was one of the crime families in the city…and the victims appear to be far enough apart and random that we were certain it wasn’t a serial killer. But everyone we had come in was clean and so were the sites they were discovered at. We had no information we could use to pinpoint the culprits and the case sort of was put on a backburner until we could find some data that we could actually use.”

“Last week, NYPD got a call about the bodies of two men who were found gutted on a bench in Central Park. When the medical examiner got them back to the morgue, they noticed that they both sported the same brand, albeit theirs were a lot sloppier than the others we had found. We had the bodies transferred to the FBI lab and as we started our own investigation, we realized we actually had something we could work with. Our killer hadn’t been so thorough this time and we found a trace of soil from one of the men’s boots that had a very specific composition that we’d be able to use…we were getting so close. I thought we’d finally be able to put this thing to bed.”

Magnus squeezed his eyes shut and Alec watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek. “They said taking Madzie was a lesson. I needed to learn not to dig my nose in where it didn’t belong.”

Alec felt his blood begin to boil at Magnus’ words. He’d dealt with some truly terrible people in his line of work but the one thing he couldn’t stand was criminals messing with innocents or children. Madzie didn’t deserve to suffer because her caretaker was just doing his job and trying to make the world a safer place. They were going to get her back, he’d make sure of it and they couldn’t take this to the cops. No, not only was Magnus right that this was bigger than the NYPD could handle, it was now personal and Alec wasn’t going to let a single soul stand in his way.

“We’re going to get her back,” Alec stated, a plan already beginning to form in his head. “We’re going to get her back tonight.”

“I want to be hopeful too, Alec, but…we’ve been looking for these people for months now and we haven’t been able to find anything. Nothing about that has changed just because they took Madzie.”

“You said you were close,” he replied as he stepped into Magnus’ room and grabbed a change of clothes for the man. Alec needed to call for back-up and he wasn’t going to leave his boyfriend in his ruined apartment alone. “And what’s changed is you now have me. I might not currently be an active agent, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have resources.” He scooped Magnus up in his arms and carried him down the hall to his own apartment. “I want you to go get dressed,” he said, pointing to his bathroom after he set the man down. “Take a shower if you want, I’m going to make some calls and get us some help.” He paused, noticing the panicked expression on Magnus’ face and knew that he must be thinking that they were wasting time. “It’ll be okay, Magnus,” he said softly. “Madzie will be okay…I promise.”

His statement was enough to get Magnus moving and once his boyfriend was out of sight, Alec let out a sigh. He wasn’t going to fail the man now. And he absolutely refused to fail Madzie.

Alec’s phone was on his bedside table where he’d left it and he waited for the sound of the water in the shower before he dialed his brother. “Jace,” he said when the ringing stopped and the line opened. He cradled the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he pulled on a pair of jeans. “I need you to grab Izzy and I need you to get over here now.”

He could hear his brother swear and the sound of him jumping out of bed. “Alec — what’s wrong? Do I need to call Maryse? Did something happen to you?”

“Easier to explain in person but I could use some back-up ASAP. I’m fine physically but my neighbor is not…and don’t tell Maryse. She’s going to tell me not to get involved because she doesn’t think I’m ready for it but I refuse to sit on the sidelines for this. It’s important.”

He felt Jace hesitate on the other end of the line. “You didn’t…hurt anyone, did you Alec?” His brother asked hesitantly and Alec couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He knew that they’d been afraid that after he was released, he’d suffer a mental breakdown and lose his grip on reality and injure someone. It was one of the reasons that they’d taken his weapons when he’d first returned back to his apartment. Alec knew that he wasn’t a danger to people but at the time, he hadn’t had the energy to fight them on the matter.

“Not yet,” he said flatly, his eyes trailing over to the door that his boyfriend was behind. “But someone is going to suffer by the end of the night for what they did to Magnus and Madzie. Call Iz, Jace. Now. I needed the two of you here ten minutes ago.” He hung up the phone without giving his brother a chance to ask any further questions, knowing that the urgency in his voice was enough to get the two of them moving. Magnus had yet to emerge so Alec took the chance to liberate some of his other weapons from their hiding spots and take them into the living room. Cleared to carry weapons or not, he refused to go into this situation unarmed.

When Magnus stepped into the living room ten minutes later, dressed and looking slightly less panicked than he’d been before Alec had sent him into the bathroom, Alec was strapping a second gun into the holster on his thing. He saw Magnus pause in the doorway with a thoughtful expression on his face. “What?” Alec asked carefully, afraid that he’d somehow done something wrong. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” Magnus answered, crossing the room quickly and brushing a thumb over Alec’s cheek. “I just haven’t seen this side of you. You look different…dangerous.”

“I’m still just me. I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt, Madzie.”

“Oh, I know, Angel. I know…Madzie and I are lucky to have you in our lives.”

Alec opened his mouth to reply when his door slammed open. He had the gun in his holster out and pointed at the intruder in a fraction of a second but he relaxed once he saw Jace and Izzy, their own guns at the ready, lingering in the doorway. “I could have shot you,” he said, dropping the weapon to his side and putting it away. “That was stupid. I told you I was fine. There wasn’t any reason to bust in my door.”

“Jace didn’t say fine,” Isabelle replied with a roll of her eyes. “So blame him. I believe his specific words to me were that something had happened and you were about to do something stupid because of it.” She strolled through Alec’s living room to where he’d positioned himself in front of his stunned boyfriend. “I’m Isabelle, Alec’s younger and far more intelligent sister. You must be the neighbor.”

“Magnus Bane. Alec has told me all about you. I wish we were meeting under less unfortunate circumstances,” Magnus replied, shaking the hand that Isabelle offered him.

“He can catch the two of you up to speed,” Alec said, gesturing for them all to take a seat. “I’m going to go check on Magnus’ apartment and grab some files I think we’ll need and make sure there was nothing else that we missed.” He left his boyfriend with his siblings to tell them about the attack and Madzie’s abduction knowing that his siblings would keep the man safe while Alec was out of the room.

When Alec entered Magnus’ apartment, his focus was on the files that were thrown about the room. If his boyfriend had been trying to find these people for months now and they’d given him nothing of substance that he could use to find them, the likelihood of the culprits leaving behind any sort of clue for Alec to find was slim to none. He’d focus on getting the papers together and send his sister over later. She had a better eye for that sort of thing than he did anyway.

As Alec started to stack the pages, his eyes lingered on a few images from what must have been the autopsy for the two men from the park. The knife wounds in their chests had been precise and Alec could tell that they’d been caused by a sharp blade and a steady, practiced hand but that’s not what had caught his attention. Magnus had mentioned that they’d both been branded but the work on the mark had been rough. He could see what his boyfriend meant - both the men’s brands had jagged edges and long lines like whoever had given it to them hadn’t been careful. Something about the mark tickled the back of Alec’s mind but he couldn’t quite place it.

He finished gathering the scattered documents and pushed himself to his feet, taking one last look around the apartment as he did, cementing the image in his mind. Whoever it was that had taken Madzie and destroyed her and Magnus’ safety would pay - Alec would make sure of it. His eyes drifted down the hallway to where the little girl’s room was. He’d shut the door behind them earlier and from where he was standing, only the horseshoe he’d hung above her door that had flipped upside down in the struggle gave any indication of the crime that had happened inside.

He tried to move to the door but his eyes focused on the curved piece of iron and he found himself unable to look away. In the distance he heard the sound of metal striking metal and his vision began to get fuzzy at the corners. Magnus’ apartment seemed to fade around him and he was standing in the middle of a stable — only the stalls weren’t filled with horses, they were filled with children.

The scene changed again and Alec grabbed a long piece of metal from where it was heating in the furnace and swung at a man who had come up behind him. The man fell to the ground and Alec pressed the hot brand against his attacker’s neck and dragged it down across his shoulder. The man screamed and the scent of burning flesh reached his nose. Another shadow moved behind him and Alec got ready to go again.

A bus. A long stretch of road. A church.

The room began to appear around him as his flashbacks faded and for the first time since he’d returned from his disastrous mission, Alec truly remembered. He swore under his breath as his mind started to piece everything together and he ran down the hall to his own apartment. Magnus and his siblings looked startled at his sudden and wild appearance. “Alexander - is everything alright? Did you find something?”

He dropped the stack of documents on the table, pointing to the photos of the two men from the park. “I know who has Madzie and I know who you’ve been looking for, Magnus. These two men belong to the Circle’s new child organization. I know because that’s who took me and held me for a year and when I escaped, I gave them those marks to remember me by. I remember. Maybe not everything, not yet, but I remember.”

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