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[dammarchy211]

THE COMMITTEE FOR RAPACIOUS INTERLOPERS AND MANIACAL ESPERS !

drawing dump I definitely can’t fit all of them in but here’s most of em lol. Neo Cortez the founder and Head of C.R.I.M.E. Got a complete redo which I actually Like now so’ll probably expand on him more

[jake-g-lockley]

Can I have prompt 23 and 27 with Poe Dameron, with a side of enemies to lovers please?

Feels Right (Poe Dameron x reader)

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Prompts: "you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." and "please shut up. i can't stand how appealing your voice is."'

A/N: HALLU! Firstly, thank you for this request nonnie! Sorry it took me so freaking long to complete, had a busy few months :”) 

Warnings: MDNI, smut, a little bit of dub-con, dry humping, dom!Poe, sub!reader, bondage, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, a bit of angst, lots of fluff, swearing, jealousy, possessive Poe. 

Word count: 5.3k

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You couldn't stand his voice. You wanted him to shut up, your only thought in your head was "Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is.”  You couldn’t stand the way he looked at everyone, so full of hope. You couldn’t stand the way his curls bounced when he turned his head or the way his eyes sparkled when they came in contact with yours.

It was all too much.

You raised your hand the second he asked whether there were other questions. He narrowed his eyes but like the good receptive leader he was, he nodded at you.

“This is less of a question and more of a request. I’d just like to say that I need people to start keeping the hangar clean and stop parking x-wings wherever you please, only for me to wake up in the morning and dock the ships for you. What are y’all? A bunch of five year olds?” you huffed, your hands on your hips.

You were addressing everyone in the room, but your eyes were steadily trained on the Black Leader, who had a small smirk on his face. He walked around the table and your eyes followed him while you spoke, holding your head high as he approached you. 

“You heard your commander, folks!” he addressed the room with one of his charming smiles.

Leaning in, he whispers. “Although, I can’t say I’ll be the one keeping the promise, darling.”

You stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was too close and you wanted to body slam him onto the floor so that you would not have to hear him for a while.You flinched slightly as he brought his hands together for a clap.

“All right, everyones dismissed.” 

You stood rooted to your spot, glaring at the General as he went to pick up his data pad. 

“Oh fuck you, Dameron.” you mumbled to his back.

“Say it with a little more chest and I’ll be down, Commander.”  he turned his head to you and smirked. 

Those lips.

Those fucking lips. 

The one time you caved into them made you regret every possible living day you’ve had since. The way those lips had carved out the secret between you two made it seem unbreakable. You craved the taste, but you were too stubborn to satisfy the craving and you had a feeling he knew you were holding back, the passing glances and glares holding something a little more than just resentment.

“You, Dameron, are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." you snap.

“Hmm, would you like my voice to say something only for your ears, sweet angel?” He replied so smoothly that you almost let yourself smile, but you resisted, clenching your jaw hard. 

You scowled through your heating cheeks and you let out a sharp breath as the door closed behind him. Over the past few years, that voice has been the bane of your existence. Always saying something cocky, vain or insulting. That didn’t help to cure your insatiable need for him though. 

You’d spend your nights dreaming away about the way he would sound, if you ever got the chance to get under him. How would his lips feel against the shell of your ear if he were to keep his promise and whisper all the beautiful things you'd want him to do to you? Would he whimper if you tug those curls just right or would he grunt and growl if you scratched that glorious back of his? These questions kept you awake and ebbed away at your sanity for years. You glanced at the clock and rubbed your cheek, groaning slightly at the way you had let this ordinary man completely ruin your relatively stable mind. 

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You stared with sleep laden eyes at the x-wing that was parked smack in the middle of the hangar. You scowled again at Poe’s mischief and mumbled curses under your breath as you climbed the ladder up into the cockpit. You slid into his seat and took a deep breath as Poe’s scent filled your nostrils. You smile to yourself, tracing the joystick before you with your fingers. 

You don't actually hate him, every single good memory you’ve had has him in it. You do however, enjoy the back and forth the both of you had going on for the past few months due to your sudden promotions. Secretly, you were in love with Poe, his stupid boyish swagger made your heart ache, especially when he used that god awful smile on you.

Slowly, everything was becoming more and more overwhelming, lulling you into sleep. You turned and pressed your nose into the seat, breathing in the soothing scent as your eyes fluttered close.

“Just for a few minutes…” you mumbled, and soon the cockpit of the x-wing was filled with the sounds of your snores.

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Poe was waiting for you at the hanger, watching for any movement from his x-wing. He loved teasing you like this, smiling to himself when he sees you unhappily wadling in your sleep shirt towards his ship. He waited for you to come down, so that he could scare you. He frowned when you took too long, silences ringing in his ear when his ship didn’t start moving. Alarm bells started going off in his head and he rushed to the x-wing and quickly climbed up, only to see you sleeping there.

He stared at you for a while, leaning against his x-wing as you snored softly in his seat, nuzzing your nose into his chair. He didn’t make a mistake, kissing you that one fateful day, pretending to be drunk to maybe earn your favour for the night. He knew he couldn’t have you the second your lips pressed harder against his, igniting something that he could not explain, alongside with the urge to keep you safe. He pushed you away that night, vowing to never turn back to you until he could keep you and his people safe. 

The general sighed and flipped open a dummy switch by the control, a switch that you had never touched before, to reveal your face. He pressed his two fingers to his lips and to the picture of your smiling face, just like he always did before he took flight, followed by the softest kiss on your forehead, something totally unorthodox to him, something that he would talk himself out of if he ever gave his heart a chance to listen to his brain. Poe waited for a while for you to stir but breathed out a sigh of relief when you didn’t. 

He wanted to keep his distance, he really did. But you kept him up all night, the way you gasped into his mouth when the kiss got a little more hungry never really left his mind, rolling over and over like a broken tape recorder. He wanted to hold you in his arms and keep his promise, to keep you alive and beautiful as always. To never see you cower away in pain or suffering ever again. How could he do that when everything went radioactive around him? 

He wanted you so bad, and he was running out of ideas and ways to stay out of your lane. Poe sighed again, reaching out to move away a strand of hair that fell out of place.He leaned back and watched you a little longer until his eyes grew heavy with sleep too. 

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You woke up in your bed, completely confused with your bearings. You had a weird dream, being in Poe’s x-wing, being carried out by him. You tried to go through the dream in order, piecing together whether it was real or not. You finally shook your head, figuring that you probably dreamt it up in your sleep-addled brain.

You sigh and decide to get up and start your day, pulling your datapad to check your schedule. There were going to be new recruits today and you had to greet them and assign them to their positions. It was the easiest of your jobs, your smile genuine as your heart gets lighter now that the galaxy was healing. You quickly got up and got ready, to show your best to the new recruits. 

You stood poised in your uniform waiting for the transport to touch down at the hangar when suddenly you felt a strong presence behind you. You didn’t need to be a master of the force to know that Poe Dameron was standing behind you, his gaze piercing the back of your head making your smile slightly. You raise your chin slightly as the door to the transport drops and a few individuals walk out. One of them leads the bunch, walking slightly faster and taller towards you. A beautiful woman, her hair cropped short and her sleeves torn up, revealing intricate tattoos. You shoot the woman with your best smile and she grins back.

“Ah, you must be the General, people talk about your greatness but never your beauty. I am Keana and this is my team.” the woman kneels in front of you and takes your hand, planting a soft kiss onto the back of it, making your face heat up at the gesture. 

You were quite literally lost for words until you felt someone’s body press against your shoulder. 

“That’s because I am the general.” Poe’s voice rang clear and authoritative, and the woman before you quickly stands up and throws Poe a sheepish smile. 

“Terribly sorry for the mistake, I assumed that this fine lady here is the general due to her uniform.” Her words made you spin around to see Poe in his flight suit, helmet tucked under his arm and you try hard not to laugh.

While Keana rounded her group, you tip your head towards Poe with a small smile on your face. 

“I think she called you ugly, baby.” you whisper and his head turns almost too sharply at your utterance of the nickname. 

Poe Dameron was far from ugly. He was indeed one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. His scruffy stubble and flawless boyish curls made him look like an effortless prince. His character and charisma only heightened his attractiveness and he had a smile and glint in his eyes that made him irresistible. Poe rolled his eyes at your statement, a smirk evidently trying not to show on his lips as he tried to hold back his next statement. 

“Come on, no snarky remark?” you say, utterly impressed by his control. 

Poe gave you a pointed look and sauntered off to his x-wing, which was suspiciously parked in the right spot. You stared a little longer at the pilot, your eyes trailing a little lower than your liking and you pout and turn on your heel to join Keana and her little group for their tour. 

You knew the man was up to something but you just could not prove what he was doing, or not doing. 

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By the time the sun had begun to set, you were completely bugged out. Poe teasing you at any point of day had been a daily occurrence since the both of you touched down onto the base. But today he hadn’t said a word directly to you and you were lying if you weren’t slightly worried about it. He also had been tactfully avoiding you all day and you were positive he was when you swear you saw a rush of orange in your peripheral when you finished your tour. 

Fortunately for you, you ran into the best two people that would know where Poe was.

“Finn! Rey! Where’s Dameron?” you panted, running to catch up with them.

“His room, I think. He was weirdly quiet and working on something the last time I saw him.” Finn said and Rey nodded along. 

“Room. Got it. Thanks.” you punctuated before running off to Poe’s room. 

You gathered yourself when you found Poe’s door, combing your fingers through your hair and then straightening out your blouse before keying in the passcode. You walked through the doorway as soon as the door whoshed open, only to find Poe staring blankly at his datapad on his bed. He didn’t even turn to look at you, his eyes carefully trained onto what he was reading. 

“Dameron! Everything okay?” You chirpily asked as you invited yourself to sit at his desk, turning the chair to face him. 

The silence that rang after your question was deafening. You narrowed your eyes at the man before you, trying to figure out why he was giving you the silent treatment. You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue as Poe subtly shifted, still paying you no attention at all. 

Poe hated the way you called him by his last name. He sure as hell didn’t care if he was addressed with it by any other person, but by you? A fiery rage burned in him, fuelled by the way the new recruit flirted with you and the way you had blushed and flushed even with him standing right behind you. He shouldn’t be this angry, not with you, never with you. 

“So the tour went great as usual, Keana is really nice and her team is great, I think that they would do just fine with our people.” You went on, breaking through the silence again as Poe types something into the data pad. 

Poe’s anger was slowly growing and he focused all his might into not losing his temper and doing something that he might regret. He continued to ignore you as if you weren’t sitting there with a beautiful smile on your face that was slowly melting into a frown that he equally enjoyed. He saw your hand move and realised that you were waving at him, trying to force his attention to you. 

You sighed, still not willing to admit defeat. Your brain races through the scenarios in which you could get the General’s attention when suddenly, all the lights go off, making you gasp. You scrambled off the chair and ran to the door, trying to open it but it wouldn’t budge.

“What, never had a power cut in your life, darling?” Poe’s voice dripped like venom over you from the bed, making you slowly turn around to face him.

He was finally looking at you, a glare of pure disdain etched upon his handsome face that was illuminated by the screen of his data pad, flipped your stomach at its intensity. 

Why was he so angry?

His face turns back to the data pad, resuming its previous deadpan expression. You walk over to his bed and sit at the edge, watching quietly as he works, the anger seemingly radiating out of his body and making you feel small. 

You blinked after a while, realising that this man actually had no right to be mad at you. All this time, it had been him annoying the hell out of you. Why should you feel small? You straighten your back and scooched closer, your hand near his. 

You poked him, digging your finger into his side, only for no response. Whatever he was mad about must be making him really angry, because on a normal day, Poe Dameron would be the most sensitive person on base. 

“Daaameron. Dameron, Dameron, Dameron, Dameron.” You jabbed away, but to no avail. 

Inside, Poe was enjoying this. He wanted to see how far you would go to gain his attention. Somehow he knew that you were aware of what he was doing because you suddenly stopped your jabbing, your hand dropping back to your side once again. 

You took a good look at him, wondering if he was worth the risk of losing everything. Your mind was probably leaning towards your riskier side as you eyed the way he sat, his legs and torso forming a seat that you couldn’t resist wanting to sit on. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you as you quickly climbed into the bed and slid onto his lap. Poe’s eyes widen for a split second and his free hand grasps at your hips as he makes eye contact as he huffs out a breath. Then suddenly, his face goes stoic again. 

He turns to his data pad that was still clutched in his other hand and continues to read, as if unbothered by your presence. Your hands bunch up his shirt and you hold onto him as you grimace. You shifted a little in his lap and felt his grip on your hip tighten slightly, making you smirk. A part of you was nervous, being in such a compromising position with your general, but Poe could have thrown you off his body eons ago if he wanted to. 

Instead he sat as still as possible, only his eyes and chest slightly moving. If Poe was the one who was nervous, he clearly wasn’t showing it. You blatantly checked him out, his pretty boy curls flopping here and there, the curve of his necklace as it rested against his glorious neck, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the slight part of his plump lips that you oh so craved for, all zeroing you to the point of why you were there in the first place. 

You steadied yourself, sliding your hands to either side of his shoulder, feeling the muscles underneath his jacket. Even with you feeling him up, Poe didn’t budge a single inch, his hand now gently resting on the curve of your hip. You eyed Poe’s stubble longingly, your heart thudding inside your chest as you gazed at how perfect the curve of his jaw was. A few of Poe’s fingers lightly squeezed at your hip as if he were daring you to make your next move too. 

You figured “Why not.”

What could you possibly lose now, you were already straddling him.

You grabbed at his jacket and leaned in, pressing a feathery kiss to a spot between his neck and where his jaw started, and to your absolute joy, another soft gasp emitting from his lips. You let go of his jacket and let your chest lay flat against his, sliding your hands around his neck and smiling against his neck before pressing another kiss and feeling a light shudder.

“Give up Dameron.” you murmured. 

Poe’s eyes remained glued to the datapad but you knew he wasn't concentrating anymore with the way he started to breathe, slow and shallow, as if he were focusing on composing himself. You slowly run your fingers through his locks, your nails grazing the nape of his neck, gently coaxing him to relax when suddenly you feel his breath jump.

“Where’s that aggravating voice of yours now, General?” You purred into his ear and felt a growing hardness beneath you, along with your own swirling heat at the pit of your abdomen.

One of your hands make their way back to his face, gently grabbing at his jaw as you push yourself off him again, effectively grinding your hot core into his just to rile the pilot up. Poe’s eyes were half lidded now and his data pad hung loosely in his grip as his hand had drifted down onto his bed, laying limp. You pushed his chin up, forcing him to make eye contact with you.

When those swirling dark brown eyes snapped to yours, you realised how much trouble you were in, just from a single glance. 

“Poe…” you whispered, so softly that you doubted he heard you despite the lack of space between the two of you.

Poe’s free hand snaked up your back and held onto the back of your neck in an instant, pulling you towards him as your lips finally crashed together. The kiss was urgent and Poe wasted no time snaking the hand at your waist around your body to keep you pinned against him, making your mouth drop open, welcoming Poe’s tongue as he pushed himself up to kiss you harder. 

You’ve been wanting this for months and the satisfaction that rushed over you was like no other. You didn’t care about the fact that you couldn’t breathe, you just needed to feel him against you. Poe pulls away with a sharp intake of breath as you grind down hard on his growing erection. His eyes were still on yours, piercing right through your soul.

“You’re starting something that you’re gonna regret, sweetheart.” He whispered as he readjusted the way you were straddling him.

“What are you gonna do? Throw me out of the resistance?” You laughed but it died down instantly when a smirk curled itself onto his kiss-addled lips. 

Poe had kept everything he felt about you pented up for months and now he was fuelled with a passion like no other. He flipped you over and towered over you, watching as your face went flush and your eyes grew wide. 

“Oh you’ll see.” He simply said before leaning down to kiss you again, pressing his entire body against your frame as your hands flew to his hair. 

He knew you having your hands in his hair turns you on as much as it does him, but he tutted against your lips and pulled your hands down from his head anyway. 

“You're really a brat.” he says lowly.

“Poe please…” you begged him with your eyes, not wanting him to stop.

“Brats don't get to touch me.” He gets on his knees and towered over you, unbuckling his belt as you watched on, completely aroused by the way he tugs it. 

He twisted his belt and looped it around the buckle a few times before you knew what he was doing. He slipped the makeshift cuff onto your wrists and secured you to the bed, making you giggle nervously, tugging your wrists and showing you that you were going nowhere. 

“There you go, pretty girl.” he smiled cruelly, tapping your cheek with his fingers and you gasped slightly at his demeanour. 

“What should I do with you?” he asked mockingly as his hands trailed to your shirt, undoing the first few buttons. 

“I’d save the best for last,” he smiled to himself before raising his eyebrows at you and ripping the rest of your shirt. “and I’ll start with my appetiser.” 

Your breathing had quickened and you were following Poe’s every move. His fingers had moved to the waistband of your pants and he watched your eyes widen as he hooked his fingers. 

“Want me to stop?” Poe questioned, slightly amused by your silence.

“No, no, please don’t!” You whine, your hands tugging uselessly at their bonds. 

“As you wish, baby.” he gives you another cheeky smirk before pulling your pants down, along with your underwear, exposing you to the cold air of his room. He was a little further away now and you tried to make your eyes adjust to the dark so that you could see him.

That's when you felt a warm breath against your cunt. You wanted to snap your legs close but strong hands clamped you down and a casual chuckle emitted from your core. A soft kiss in your inner thigh rubbed all the feelings of anxiety away and Poe’s hand began to rub soft circles in the plush of your thigh that made you sink further into his bed. 

“Oh, Poe…” was all you could say as his breath fanned your exposed core again. 

“That’s right, angel, love hearing you beg for me.” Poe said sultry, almost to your cunt rather than to you. 

He pressed a feather light kiss onto your clit and you keened, a soft airy moan filling the room. 

“These moans are mine.” Poe said softly from between your legs.

His hands travelled slightly higher, his big palms and fingers feeling the planes of your skin. 

“This body is mine.” He said again, almost to himself. 

Something clicked inside you and you finally figured out what got you here in the first place. 

“You’re mine.” This time, the words were uttered so softly that you were pretty sure you had lost Poe to his own thoughts. 

Suddenly with your last act of defiance, you found yourself saying: 

“You jealous, pretty boy?”

That's when all hell broke loose and you knew your next few thoughts were going to be incoherent. 

Poe’s tongue lapped up your arousal that had been pooling from grinding on him and his words, making you arch your back and push your pussy into his face. His hands travelled back to your core and held you open, as he started to devour you like a man starved. 

Nothing in the galaxy could have prepared you for the way your general started eating you out. He ate your spend like he earned it, licking and slurping and moaning into your pussy as if it gave him life to so what he was doing. His beautiful nose rubbed into your clit just right and your whimpering only fuelled his fire because he latched his mouth onto your clit and pushed two fingers into you without a question.

You sweared, through your haze ridden mind, that he smirked against you as you started to writhe and gasp for air as his fingers reached the delicious spot that you yearned for. You were shaking for him within a few minutes, hands desperately trying to grab onto something but failing as your orgasm ripped through you like a hailstorm. 

Poe knew you were being too loud but didn’t have the heart or the coherent thought to stop you from screaming his name at the top of your lungs as your clit throbbed between his lips and your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers that were still trying their best to piston in and out of you. 

Poe brought you down with several gentle kitten licks and soft kisses onto your skin as his hand began to knead gently at your flesh. He heard his belt rattling again, followed by a soft whimper that tore at his heart strings, causing him to crawl up your body with soft words leaving his lips. 

“Okay, baby, you’re okay. You did so well.” he said through your gasps and gently untied you from his bed frame.

He brought your wrist to his lips and kissed them gently before rubbing them comfortingly. Your whimpers quietened down and your soft breathes made Poe smile as he brought his face close to yours. 

“Hello.” He says as you pry your eyes open. 

“Hey.” You breathe, taking in his pretty face before leaning up for a kiss. 

Poe caught your lips gracefully, his kisses softer and more calculated. You tasted yourself on him and you realised what you had just done with your general. Poe could probably sense your hesitation when your side of the kiss had a sense of unsurity. 

“Baby?” he asked as he pulled away. 

“Is this right?” You asked, searching his eyes.

“Yes, baby, yes. I want this and it feels right to me. Does it feel right to you?” He says, reassuringly rubbing at your cheek with his thumb. 

You smiled. This was your Poe. 

“Yes, Poe. It feels right.” you giggled slightly as Poe sighed in relief. 

“So you gonna fuck me now?” you raised your eyebrow and let your eyes droop, causing the now accustomed smirk to form on Poe’s face with your words. 

“Didn’t think you’d ask.” Poe answered in his usual confident tone. 

Poe got rid of his pants faster than you could ever imagine. To say that you were slightly intimidated by his size was definitely an understatement. He reached over you to his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, slipping it on and letting his length drop between the both of you. 

You stared incredulously at his cock that was laid out on your stomach. You’d definitely feel him in your guts for days after this. You found yourself trailing a hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around him to test his weight. 

Poe moaned dangerously low as you started to stroke his cock, his head thrown back almost immediately. You stroked him a few more times before lining up his tip at your entrance, taking your time as you slowly let him push himself in. 

“Maker, Poe.” You cried as he slowly bottomed out, never feeling this full in your entire life.

“It's okay, baby, I’m here.” Poe’s voice was strained from the way your pussy gripped around him and the both of you knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before you both were pushed past breaking point. 

You nodded and Poe started to move slowly, your synchronised moans and groans echoing around the dark room once again. Poe leaned down and began to slowly suck at your exposed breast that had popped out of their bra in your previous tousle. You arched your back and threaded a hand up his locks, pulling him tightly against you as your other hand generously scratched up his back, making him moan hungrily against your tit. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned. 

His movements increased with sudden vigour, picking up the pace to match your beautiful moans. The amazing drag of his cock in your wet channel made you want to float and you feel yourself losing yourself to him. Poe’s hand ended up between the two of you and you knew he was close as his fingers started to rub gently at your already abused clit. 

“Come with me Poe, please.” You whispered and he nodded immediately.

“Now.” he breathed and you came with a choked groan as you milked him, pushing him and prolonging his release with each clench of your cunt. 

He pumped himself inside you a few more times before letting his legs give way, collapsing ungracefully on top of you. The both of you spent the next few minutes catching your breath, completely spent from your irresponsible activities.

Poe gets up first, pressing a gentle kiss onto your shoulder before pulling himself out of you with a groan. He pulls off the condom and you hear him tossing it aside and gently lowering himself next to you as you admire the mess you made of him. 

You gently run your knuckle against his cheekbone and watch his eyes flutter close. You shuffle closer and turn around, tucking yourself into his chest and pulling his arms around you, feeling incredibly clingy after that vigorous session. 

“Who knew you had an off button inside you.” Poe spoke up after a while and you swatted at his bicep, causing him to chuckle and cuddle you closer. 

You suddenly felt vulnerable in his arms, turning to face him once more. 

“Poe?” you whisper.

“Hmm?” 

“D-do you like me?” you ask, hugging your arms around your own naked body. 

Silence filled the room and you thought you were done for, that this was all for nothing when suddenly, a loud laugh emitted from Poe, causing you to jump slightly.

“You’re telling me, you slid into my lap and let me fuck you how I wanted to fuck you and you’re now asking if I like you?! Are you dumb?” he cackled through his words and you pouted. 

“I don’t like you, stupid. I love you.” Poe said in one final sentence that made you almost stop functioning. 

“You- I…” you tried to say but Poe cut you off with a kiss, a kiss so gentle almost like he was afraid to break you. 

“I love you too Poe.” You breathed the second his lips gave you the tiniest bit of space. 

“I know.” He smiled at you before giving you one last peck. “Can we go back to cuddling now and talk about everything when the power comes back?” 

“By talk you mean-”

“Do I need to spell it out, commander? Now hush.” he slyly cuts you off and you smile as his arms wrap around you once again, your heart and mind finally settling in the same place. 

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Experiment 101 — Part 2

AgedUp! Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Words: 5.5K

Warnings: Mention of kidnapping, mention of blood (Pls tell me if I’m missing something)

Summary: The three newcomers are interrogated by the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya and they make a great discovery. The youngest Sully boy made friends with the new humans in the base, but his older brother doesn’t seem very happy with their presence.

Notes: Hiii, i’m sorry this took so long, I didn’t have inspiration to write and this took me like a month to get it done, i’m so sorry. But now it’s here! I hope the fandom is not completely dead cause I still love avatar sm. keep in mind english is not my first lenguaje so it could have some mistakes

3rd Person POV / Proofread ig

Masterlist (i still don’t know how to do that, pls help💀)

“Who are they?” Norm asked the warriors that just arrived at the base, looking carefully at the three sky people he had never seen.

One of them shrugged. “Olo'eyktan told us to bring them here” He answered. “He said something about you and Max checking them and then he will question them”

“Okay, leave them there, please” The Na’vi warriors did what Norm said, laying Y/N, Cameron and Thomas on three stretchers inside of some kind of check room. “They don’t have an oxygen mask, are you sure they’re alive?”

“Positive, Olo’eyktan and his sons made sure it was that way”

“Okay, thank you” The human thanked and the warriors made their way out. “Max!” He called.

“What happened?” He answered peeking through the door.

“Jake says we have to check on these three” He informed, gaining a confused look from Max.

“And who are they?” Max asked looking carefully at the humans.

Norm shrugged. “They don’t know either, so I guess we’ll find out when Jake questions them”

“Fine, let’s get it done.”

Both scientists started to check on the three youngest ones, they had just a few scratches. But what concerned the adults was that their lungs were about to collapse. New oxygen masks were placed on them trying to keep them stable till they wake up.

“It seems they breathed Pandora’s air for a little too long, that why their lungs are collapsing” Max informed. “They need to stay in oxygen for a few more hours, in the meantime, we should do some blood test on them”

“Yeah, I’m on it”

On the other hand, Jake Sully and his sons arrived to their family hut. “What were you thinking? What if it was some kind of tramp from the sky people?”

“Dad, I’m sorry, we were just curious, no need to be so paranoid” The youngest said, immediately regretting it.

Jake raise a brow in Lo’ak’s direction. “Are you for real?”

Neteyam stepped in before the situation escalated. “I’m sorry sir, we will not be doing that ever again”

“I hope so, boy”

“Ma’ Jake, what is happening?” Neytiri’s voice was heard by the three Sully men. “What did you do this time?” She asked looking directly at Lo’ak.

“Your sons found some sky people left behind by the RDA” Jake explained. “We brought them to our base”

“What? Why? Why didn’t you kill them right away?” She asked her mate. “You know better than that”

“They are young, maybe the same age as our children”

“The sky people left them behind for some reason” She said. “They were sent to attack us!”

“Mom, if you let me, I don’t necessarily think they were ‘left behind’, I think they escaped the sky people’s base” The youngest son replied, trying to defend the three young humans, for some strange reason. Maybe they reminded him a little bit of his friend Spider.

“Why would they even want to escape the sky people? They are their own race”

Jake shrugged. “I don’t know, they are with Norm and Max right now, they’re unconscious, so they’re not a threat for now” He said. “Now, you two tell me what exactly did you heard from those humans”

Neteyam and Lo’ak shared a look, the oldest starting to tell what they’ve heard. “We already told you must of it, but they said they lived a shitty life and would probably die in a shitty way”

Lo’ak nodded. “They were kidnapped by the RDA, and they used them as lab rats, that’s all”

Jake pressed his lips. “Fine, I better get going to question them, the faster the better”

“Can we go?” Lo’ak asked. Neteyam didn’t show any emotion, but he wanted to go.

“No” Neytiri said. “There’s no way you go back there”

“Mom, we’ve been there many times, this will not change anything” Lo’ak tried to convince his mother.

“The other times you’ve been there, there weren’t some strange sky people”

“Please mom, we’re curious, they could breath Pandora’s air for much longer than usual, there must be something off, right?”

Neytiri moved her gaze from her youngest to her mate. Jake only nodded, quietly telling her that it was okay with him. “Fine, you can go” The brothers smiled. “But…” The smiled disappeared. “You will stay by your father’s side at all time, am I clear?”

“Yes mom”

“Fine, get out of here”

“Sooo, who do you think they are?” Lo’ak asked his older brother. “And what is their business here?”

Neteyam shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe their just lab rats as they said”

“Boys, keep up” They heard Jake talking to them. “We’ll get our answers once I talk to them, which will be in a few moments, so stop wondering about and walk faster!”

“Alright, alright” The youngest said.

Back in the lab, Y/N opened her eyes and stood up rapidly. The last she remembered was the RDA people being attacked by the Na’vi and then them not being able to breath along with the strongest pain she’d ever felt in her entire life.

“Hey, hey, hey, try to stay calm, we need you to stay calm” A unknown man told her. “You are safe now, but we need you to stay calm for us to explain what happened”

“Who are you? Where am I? Where are the others?” She asked switching her gaze every few seconds to every corner of the room she was in.

“My name is Norm and I’m a scientist” Y/N face started to drop. Not again, she thought to herself. Norm noticed it. “Don’t worry, we’re not with the RDA, you’re free”

“Alright, alright” She sound like she was trying to calm herself more than talking to Norm. “Where are the others?”

“The blonde guy is in the room next to us, the other one is still getting checked by other scientists” Norm explained.

“And Madison?” Y/N asked.

Norm looked at her confused. “There wasn’t a Madison with you”

“Uh? What do you mean? She’s a curly headed one, a few years older than me”

The man shrugged. “I’m sorry kid, but there were just the three of you, no one else” Y/N only nodded, trying to process the information. “What’s your name? It would really help to know the names of you three”

“Oh, yeah, I’m Y/N, the brunette guy is Thomas and the blonde one is Cameron”

“Alright then…” Norm was interrupted by some Na’vi on the door.

“Are they awake?” Jake asked. Norm stood up and walked towards the door.

“They are, let me get the others and you can start the questioning”

Jake gaze meet Y/N’s. “Okay then”

Soon enough, Cameron and Thomas enter the room, followed by Norm, Max and Jake Sully and his sons, who insisted in joining them.

“Oh god, now were going to get killed by the Na’vi people” Cameron started to talk when he saw the three tall blue figures towering them. “Why are we always at the verge of dying? That is kinda strange, don’t you think?” He asked Y/N who looked at him confused. “Anyways, it was nice to meet you guys, you really made the experience of being kidnapped a little fun”

“I don’t think being kidnapped is a funny experience” Y/N answered him, both of them totally forgetting there were witnesses to their conversation.

“Oh my god Cam, why do you have to talk so much in situations like these?” Thomas said angrily. “And you should stop answering him, you know how he gets, Y/N”

The scientists looked at them with a smile, those three young people were quite funny. Jake fought a smile from appearing, and Neteyam and Lo’ak were confused.

“We’re not going to kill you” Lo’ak finally spoke, breaking the discussion the humans were having.

“Not yet, at least” Neteyam added, gaining a look from his father.

“What are your names?” The oldest Sully asked. “I know he’s Cam” He pointed at the blonde human.

“Cameron, actually” He corrected. “But I guess you can call me Cam, I don’t care” He shrugged, making Y/N and Thomas roll their eyes.

“I’m Thomas” The brunette one said in a calm voice.

“My name’s Y/N”

“I’m Jake Sully, and I guess you already know Norm and Max” They nodded. “Okay, let’s get it done” The gazes of the three humans were now on the two younger Na’vi, Jake noticed this. “Oh yeah, these are my sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak” The two boys only nodded at them. “We’re not going to hurt you, we just want to ask you a few questions”

“We’ve heard of you” Y/N said to Jake. “Jake Sully, the one who betrayed his own race” The man made a face hearing the nickname humans gave him, but he regretted nothing. “I think what you did was brave” Y/N shrugged.

“Yeah, I would have done the same just to get away of those RDA bitches” Cameron said, gaining a laugh from Jake, Norm and Max.

“I know, they can be such dickheads, but I did it for a few more reasons” The oldest said thinking about his beautiful mate. “Anyway, let’s start, shall we?” They nodded. “How old are you?”

“21” The two boys said.

“19” Y/N answered.

“Alright, and how long have you been here?”

Cameron let a small smile out. “I don’t know, I guess just for a few hours, how long has been since we escaped the RDA?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Here on Pandora, not here with them, dumbass” Her gaze returned to Jake. “We’ve been here for like two and a half years, sir” She answered.

Jake noticed that neither did Cameron nor Thomas were taking the questioning seriously, so he asked if they can stay only with the girl.

“I’m sorry about them” She apologized once her friends were out of the room. “Thomas is a bit suspicious around everyone, and Cameron never takes things seriously”

“It’s okay, kid, don’t worry” Jake assured her. “But now, I need you to answer me everything I ask, ok?” She nodded. The scientists went outside too, only Norm and Max staying on the room with the Sully men and Y/N. “Now, why did the RDA kidnapped you?”

“They said it was because we had no one back on Earth, that no one would missed us or even noticed we are gone…” She started talking, feeling a wave of sadness through her body. “They were right, though, we have no one, so that’s why we are here, they never told us what we were going to do in Pandora, but we eventually found out”

“And what is that?” He asked.

“Being lab rats” She answered without hesitation. “They used us so they could test some serum, but they were never successful, every three days they came and injected some weird looking liquid, sometimes was painless, but sometimes it was so painful we eventually passed out”

Jake pursed his lips. How can some humans be such monsters, even with their own kind? “And do you know what that serum was supposed to do?”

Y/N nodded. “They told us just before your warriors attacked them” She confessed. “It’s supposed to make humans able to breathe Pandora’s air, no more oxygen masks ever again, but as I told you, the serum never worked until now, but I guess it didn’t work the way it was supposed to because we lost our breaths just a few minutes after”

“You’re correct. The serum didn’t worked well, you three arrived here with both lungs collapsed and unconscious, we work hard to stabilize you, but you’re okay for now” Norm mentioned.

“Both lungs collapsed?” Lo’ak asked. “That sounds dangerous”

“Because it is. It basically means the air escapes your lungs and fill the space between them and your chest wall, making even harder to breathe” Max explained the young Na’vi.

“So what now?” Y/N asked.

“Did you hear something else from the RDA people?” Neteyam asked, making his dad look his way.

Y/N shook her head no. “We were locked in cells for days, we only were able to exit them when they did their tests, we only talked to each other” She answered.

“So you think they will continue their tests without you?” The oldest Sully asked, looking at her with attention.

Y/N shrugged. “I mean, they still have Madison, she was with us every time a new serum was created, so I guess they’ll continue testing on her”

Jake pursed his lips. “So they’ll still have some advantage on us, if the sky people can breathe Pandora’s air, it will eliminate one of their weakest spots” It seemed that he was thinking about his next steps. “Okay, thank you very much, Y/N, now get some rest and let my friends here help you and your friends” He pointed to Max and Norm, who sent the girl a small smile.

Jake stood up and walk towards the door, Neteyam and Lo’ak following him. “It was nice to meet you” The youngest said to her just before crossing the door.

Neteyam only gave her a small nod and walked away.

“Well, that was something” She said making the two scientists laugh.

“I don’t know what you heard about Jake back in the RDA base, but he’s a good man” Norm said.

“I can tell already”

“For now, you should rest a few more days and try to get yourself better, and then we will try and figure things out, alright?” Max asked, Y/N nodded. “Alright then, see you later, Cam and Thomas will be here in just a few minutes”

“Ok”

“Dudeeee, what did they ask you?” Cameron entered the room. “Are they going to kill us?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, they will just wait till we get better and experiment some new things on us, and then they’ll get rid of us” She joked, Cameron face instantly deforming into a sad expression. “I’m kidding, oh my god”

“You’ve got me worried for a second”

“So, what did they actually wanted?” Thomas asked.

“They wanted to know what was our business with the RDA” She said. “They were nice, they told me we should rest for a few more days and then they will tell us what’s our destiny”

Thomas nodded. “I just wish they won’t throw us back to the RDA base, I would rather be left alone in the forest than put a foot in that base again”

“Yeah, same”

What they didn’t knew, was that the Sully men and the two scientists were listening to their conversation. “What do you think they did to them?” Max asked. “They seemed really scared to go back”

“I don’t know, but knowing the RDA system, those poor kids are traumatized for life” Jake replied, making his sons wonder what was the RDA capable of and what happened to those three humans.

A few days passed and Y/N was feeling way better, one of the Na’vis came to visit them daily.

“Sooo, what was Earth like?” The Na’vi boy asked. “My dad has always said it was a dying world, but he hasn’t been there in a while, maybe you can tell me more about it?”

Y/N gave him a small smile. “It may sound crazy, but I don’t remember very much of it. I mean, it wasn’t that long ago but it seems like everything I knew back there just erased from my memory, I barely remember my life then” She confessed. “Maybe Cam or Thomas can tell you more about it”

“More about what?” Cameron entered the room. “Oh, what’s up, Lo’ak?” He said towards the young Na’vi.

“More about Earth” Lo’ak answered. He was always curious about his dad and his human part unlike his older brother, who didn’t want to know anything about the sky people, Neteyam only closeness to the human world was learning English and being friends with Spider, and lately, coming once in a while to the lab and talk with Norm and Max.

“Oh” Cam said. “Actually, I don’t remember much of it, it’s kinda weird”

“You don’t remember either?” Y/N asked him, he denied. “It is weird”

“What is weird?” This time it was Thomas who entered the room. “Lo’ak, how have you been?”

“All good, thanks” He answered.

“Lo’ak asked us to tell him more about Earth, maybe you could elaborate more than us” Cam said to Thomas. “Maybe you remember better than us”

Thomas smile dropped. “Actually…”

Lo’ak raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that you don’t remember, aren’t you?” He said jokingly.

“Uhm, I do not remember much, actually” Thomas shrugged.

Lo’ak eyed up and down the three humans in front of him. “There is definitely something weird about that” He said. “How is it possible the three of you forgot almost everything that happened to you before getting kidnapped by the RDA?”

“Who forgot almost everything?” A fifth voice entered the room. It was Norm.

“It seems these three don’t remember a thing about Earth” Lo’ak spoke with a grin.

“It’s understandable. For what I know, it wasn’t a happy life you had back then, right?” The oldest one looked at them. “Maybe you suppressed some memories to protect yourselves”

Y/N nodded. “It’s not like that, Norm, at least speaking for myself, I do not remember a single thing” She said. “I mean, yeah, I know I didn’t have a perfect life and my parents weren’t the greatest, but I only know that because the RDA scientists kept saying that to me”

“What about you two?” He asked Cam and Thomas. “What do you remember?”

Cam looked at Thomas, noticing he wasn’t going to start speaking, so he did. “Same here, just the things Ardmore told us, that my mother died and I stayed with my father who wasn’t exactly father of the year”

“They told me my entire family died on a car crash and I was stuck in an orphanage” Thomas added.

“But you don’t remember anything at all?” Norm asked. “Anything besides what the RDA told you?” They shook their heads no. “Stay here, I’m going to order some tests to try and find out what they really did to you”

Norm left the room under the gazes of the three youngest humans and the Sully boy. “Aaand… we’re back again with the tests”

“Don’t worry guys, there no way Norm and Max can hurt you, trust me” Lo’ak finally spoke after being witness of the humans’ conversation. “I have to go, my dad said he wanted me home before eclipse or he will take my free time away and make me do some Olo’eyktan son shit” He stood up towering over Y/N.

“But you are the Olo’eyktan son” Y/N smiled at the Na’vi.

“Yeah, I’m aware of that, but that kind of task are always given to Neteyam, and let me tell you, they aren’t that fun, so I better run, I hope you can get your answers” He said while exiting the room. “Byeeee!”

“That guy is very chill, I wouldn’t have thought a native could be that nice” Cam said after a few minutes Lo’ak left.

“Yeah, well, that’s because Ardmore and her little soldiers always talked shit about the Na’vi” Y/N responded. “I don’t know how she can talk that bad about them but then go and make more and more avatars”

“I guess the RDA could really use the strength of the Na’vi combined with the training that human soldiers have” Thomas added.

The blonde one smiled mockingly. “Oh, and wait until their ‘final surprise’ wakes up”

“I forgot about that, they were always bragging about how the natives were done once the ‘final surprise’ woke up, what do you think it is?” Thomas asked genuinely concerned.

“I don’t think it is a ‘what’, I think it is more of a ‘who’” Y/N added. “I once heard them talking about that, but they kept saying that it was a ‘he’, so it’s a person”

“In that case, who do you think it is?”

Back on the village, Lo’ak arrived just in time. He found his older brother entering the hut as well. “What you’ve been up to, baby bro?” Neteyam asked, leaving his hunting gear on a corner.

Lo’ak shrugged. “Not much, I went to the lab”

“It seems you’re getting closer with the newcomers” The oldest said.

“I mean, why not? They are around our age, and Spider is there too sometimes”

“Boys, come help me serve dinner” Neytiri’s voice was heard all over the hut. The youngest Sully boys obeyed.

A few minutes later, the Sully family was eating dinner and telling each other about their days. “What did you do today, son?” Jake asked Lo’ak.

“I went to visit Norm and the newcomers” By the face Neytiri made, they all knew she wasn’t really happy with her youngest boy going there. “I learned something quite… interesting”

“What is it!?” Tuk asked excitingly.

Lo’ak let out a small chuckle. “It not exciting, Tuk Tuk, I’m sorry to disappoint” The youngest of the family made a pout. “I have some new information about what the RDA did to them”

“What is it?” This time was Kiri asking.

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know if it’s confirmed, but it seems they erased their memories” He let about. “The three of them don’t remember a single thing about Earth, only the things the RDA people told them, it was like they forgot all about themselves except for their names”

“That’s messed up!” Kiri said.

“It is, my girl, but that is just a taste of what the RDA is capable of” Jake told her with a soothing voice. “How do you know that, Lo’ak?”

“I asked them to tell me more about Earth…” Neytiri and Neteyam gazed at him, he only shrugged. “But they couldn’t remember a single thing”

“Is Norm informed about this?” The oldest Sully asked.

Lo’ak nodded. “Yeah, he overheard the conversation and said he was going to order some tests to find what really happened to them”

“I’m sure they’re thrilled to have some more tests” Kiri said sarcastically.

“Yeah, you bet” Lo’ak added.

“Hmm, I’m going to speak with Norm about this” Jake ended the conversation. “I need to get some things from the lab and since you just came back from there, it’s Neteyam’s turn to go” Jake instructed looking at his two sons.

Neteyam didn’t want to go. He didn’t like the lab very much, he preferred staying at the village and letting his brother go with the humans and avatars, but he couldn’t do anything. It was a direct order from his father and Neteyam knew better than disobey Jake.

“What do you want me to bring, father?” He asked trying to not show his annoyance.

“Just go, Norm knows what to do” He said. “Just don’t take too long, okay?” The youngest nodded and left the hut.

Neteyam walked for what seemed to him a long time, but he managed to arrive just in time before every human decided to go to bed.

“Hey Max” He greeted the scientist.

“Oh Neteyam! I didn’t expect to see you here, it is always your brother the one who is always around” Max greeted back with a smile. “What brings you here?” He asked.

“My dad send me to get some things” The Na’vi answered.

“Alright, what things?”

Neteyam shrugged. “I don’t know, he told me to ask Norm and he would know what to do” He looked round the place to find Norm, but was unsuccessful. “Have you seen him?”

Max nodded. “Yeah, he’s at the back, last door to your left”

“Alright, thank you Max” He said goodbye and started walking the way the scientist told him.

“How much more do you need, Norm?” Neteyam heard a voice while approaching the door. “Because I feel like this is a lot” He knocked, getting a “come in” in response.

He saw Norm writing some things in a computer. “Just a little bit more, Y/N” Norm responded to the girl sitting behind him.

Neteyam’s gaze shifted to the feminine voice. He saw one of the humans he and his brother brought to the clan. The girl, to be more specific. She was laying down in a hospital bed with a strange tube attached to her arm. A red liquid was coming out of her and straight to a plastic-looking bag. It was obviously blood. “I read the average amount of blood a human can lost is 500 mililiters… that looks way more than 500 mililiters”

“A human can lose a lot more blood, that number it’s just the average amount of blood that can be drawn before starting feeling a bit dizzy” He said while rolling his eyes. “Oh Neteyam, what brings you here?” Norm asked once he saw the Na’vi.

“My dad sent me to get something” He answered. “He told me you would know”

“Oh yeah, I remember now” Norm looked around trying to find something. “It’s not here, let me go get it” The scientist started walking towards the door, the male Na’vi following him.

“Don’t leave me here, Norm! I can bleed out!” Y/N said trying to get the needle out of her arm.

“Stop it Y/N, you’re not going to bleed out…” He looked around once again. “I’m not going to take a lot of time” He told her. “Neteyam, can you do me a favor while I go get what your father asked for?” Neteyam didn’t know what to say so he just nodded. “Please stay with Y/N and keep an eye on her… if you hear a sound coming from the machine, it means she can take the needle out”

Staying with the human? I don’t think so, Neteyam thought. “I could go look for it if you tell me where it is and you could stay with her” He suggested but Norm denied.

“You will not be able to reach it, please stay with her, I won’t take long” Norm said and exited the room.

“Wait Norm!” Y/N started saying but couldn’t finish her sentence as the scientist was far enough. She eyed the Na’vi up and down a couple of times, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his presence. “Sooo… you’re Lo’ak’s brother, right?”

Neteyam only nodded, watching the red liquid coming out of her body. He mentally questioned why was the reason this human girl had to get that amount of blood drawn out of her.

Y/N looked away, feeling more uncomfortable with the lack of response from the boy.

The machine emitted a sound, meaning the treatment was done. “I think you can get the needle out” He said harshly towards her. His accent making a little difficult to understand him.

“Yeah, I know, I heard Norm” She responded with the same tone the Na’vi gave her. Y/N took the needle out and instantly pressed a cotton pad right were the sharpened object was. She got up the bed and walked towards the door, wanting to finally get out and go to her own room, but once she opened the door she lost balance, stumbling a little.

Neteyam, who was right next to the door, managed to catch her before she fell right on the floor. “Oh, hm, thanks” Y/N said looking up to connect her gaze with the Na’vi.

“It’s ok, you’re a little clumsy, I see” He mocked watching the girl exit the room, but he didn’t noticed Y/N heard him.

“I’m not clumsy, blue guy” She said a little offended. “It’s just…” She couldn’t finish her sentence when her vision went cloudy and the dizziness took over her, losing balance once again. She sat on the floor waiting for the dizziness to finally disappear while the Na’vi watched her with curiosity.

“Are you okay?” He asked, towering over the girl. He was already much taller than her when she was standing, and now that she was sitting on the floor and the Na’vi still standing, she felt like an insect.

“Do I look okay?” She asked sarcastically making Neteyam smile. “Just… give me a minute and I’ll leave”

The boy towering her shrugged. “I don’t care if you leave or not, you live here anyway”

“Here, tell your father…” Norm finally arrived with some boxes on his hands. “Why are you there?” He asked when he noticed Y/N on the floor.

“I feel so dizzy, I can’t stand up without losing balance” She said. “I told you that was too much blood, Norm”

Norm rolled his eyes. “Who’s the scientist here, kid?”

“Yeah, whatever… please help me?”

Norm looked at Neteyam. “Here you have, take these to your father and tell him we’ll have more by next week”

“Thanks Norm” Neteyam thanked the human and started walking towards the exit.

“It was nice to see you around here, Neteyam” The scientist said with a small smile. He saw the boy grow up and not being able to watch him more often now was kinda sad.

“Same here, Norm” He looked back before exiting the base. “See you later, little clumsy human” He winked at Y/N and disappeared within the forest.

“Did he just call you…” Norm began to ask but Y/N interrupted him.

“Yes he did, and you will never tell anyone he called me that, okay?” She threatened.

Norm let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, whatever you say, little clumsy human, let’s get you to your room so you can have something to eat and regain strength”

A few more days had passed and Jake Sully accompanied by his two sons were entering the lab once again.

Lo’ak went instantly in search of Spider, Cam, Thomas and Y/N, while Neteyam stayed with his father.

“Norm, Max” He greeted the scientists. Neteyam did the same by gesturing ‘I see you’.

“Jake, Neteyam, what brings you here?” Max asked.

Jake began to walk around the table the two scientists were working. “Lo’ak wanted to see Spider so I took the chance to come get more supplies” The oldest answered. “What are you doing?” He asked watching all the blood samples and scientific instruments they were using.

“We recently took some blood samples from the new kids and we found a lot of things” Max explained.

“What kind of things?” Jake asked. “They seem important”

“The technology the RDA is using to create this syndrome in which humans can breathe Pandora’s air is very advanced, we fear they’ve working on some other things”

“Like what?” Neteyam asked.

“We still don’t know, that’s why we have to keep testing it” Norm replied.

Jake saw all the things on the table. “By doing what exactly?”

“We need to keep testing with these kids, now, I know they won’t be happy with this information, but we could gain a huge advantage on the humans, Jake.”

“So now what? They are going back to being just lab rats?” Neteyam asked kinda annoyed. He listened to the whole story the three humans told, as well as Max and Norm, and they still want to keep testing shit on them?

“It sounds bad when you say it like that, but it is necessary for the sake of the clan, we can learn what the RDA are up to and prepare ourselves if something happens and also we could outsmart them, we just need the cooperation of those three kids.”

“I’ll talk to them” Jake said.

Neteyam looked at his father in awe. Was he really gonna let that happen? Even when he knew the trauma that comes with being held captive by the RDA?

On the other hand, back in the RDA base, General Ardmore was absolutely horrified. “What do you mean by ‘We lost them’?” She asked some of the scientists.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but they are probably dead by now, the girl who couldn’t run away showed us that the serum was not ready yet, they probably collapsed a few seconds after they escaped” The man explained to her.

“You better pray to God they are already rotting, because if they somehow ended in Jake Sully’s hands, we’re screwed.” Her eyes wandered around the place until they met Madison, the poor girl who could escape. “Question her, I don’t mind what methods you use, but I need to make sure those three are really dead and I’m pretty sure she has some answers.”

The soldiers grabbed Madison by her arms and guided her to a questioning room. It was quiet at first, but her screams suddenly started to become more and more loud. Let’s just pray she didn’t see anything, cause if she did, the three humans back in the Na’vi reserve are in so much danger.

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[songbird-sunrise]

Hiya! This is a c!Wilbur roleplay blog run by @re-bi-vebur​ and @wilbursoothouse​​​ for funsies. I’ve remade because I got shadowbanned on my other one. Send an ask if you want, I’ll do my best to respond. The only thing I ask is to keep in mind I’m not gonna be TOTALLY in character, since this is more for the lolz than anything else.

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Some notes about the character:

-Songbird!Wilbur goes by any pronouns and likes any title (Miss, sir, ma’am, etc.)

-Adding on to the above, he is trans in every direction. He was given his boobs back after asking his mother very nicely on pride month. He can adjust the size as he pleases

-Songbird!Wilbur is a blue jay avian 

-Songbird!Wilbur has bipolar disorder and experiences psychosis, which is why he hallucinates

-As of April 29th, 2023, songbird!Wilbur has fused with Ghostbur (@newlmanburgs)

-Current Design | Pre-fusion design | Full wing design

OOC Notes: 

-If you need anything tagged, send an ask and let me know

-I don’t really roleplay with complete strangers! I prefer to keep to myself and my group of friends

-Please don’t send me copious amounts of asks about other blogs. Like, don’t send a bunch of asks telling songbird about whatever Tubbo or Phil or Techno are doing/saying. One or two is fine, but when it’s all I get, it’s kind of discouraging

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-This is a canon divergent blog. c!Wilbur and Songbird!Wilbur have gone through different things, therefore Songbird is going to act different than canon c!Wilbur. Try not to compare the two too much

-As of the fusion, songbird!Wilbur’s chats have gone from rats to...well, a chat! It’s in his comm. You guys are now like an audience watching him, meaning you have little physical effect on songbird!Wilbur/the world

-Threads are gonna be slower and a bit more far between due to mods being more busy! Please be patient :)

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General tags:

songbird chirps: In-character speaking tag

ooc: out of character speaking tag

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a little bit of everything: in-character reblogs that aren’t replies to people

(trigger): Any potentially triggering things will be tagged like this! Let me know if something in particular needs to be tagged ^^

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sorry for not answering the phone. I'm too busy trying to fly away: heavy content

that’s going in the blooper reel: tag for anything non-canon

Arc/Event tags

the 16th (event): November 16th anniversary get-together

something isn’t quite right (event): comm swap event

babysitting (event): tntduo babysit beeduo’s kids

soul meets body (arc): ghostbur fusion

family dinner (event): dinner between Techno, Phil, Quackity, and Wilbur

reunion (event): bedrock!beeduo wedding

roadtrip (event): bedrock!tnt go on a roadtrip to Utah

Tags for specific blogs:

dear ol dad (angelxxreaper): Tag for Phil

we were friends (tmmyrp) / the road is long and we have time (tmmyrp): Tag for Tommy

no need for a leader (subtotechno) / I want to mend what I’ve got instead of throwing it away (subtotechno): Tag for Technoblade

don’t hold your cards too close is what they say (tubbolul) / not too late my friend to get up and try again (tubbolul): Tag for Tubbo

there’s bones in my closet but you hang stuff anyway (memorybooks): tag for Ranboo

we’ve never met but can we have a coffee or something? (thes): Tag for my beloved mutual Thes who’s like the backbone of songbird’s mental health rn

now you see me now you don’t! (girlboycranboo): Tag for the other Ranboo that Wilbur’s hallucinating

there’s a ghost in my home but it’s better than being alone (undead-ram): tag for Glatt

I know that you love me even when I lose my head (casinoroyale) / bit by bit my sad heart’s been charmed by you (casinoroyale): tag for Quackity

read my lips but don’t you dare reply (bestnightmares): tag for Dream

maybe forgiveness is right where you fell (newlmanburgs): tag for Ghostbur

two sides of the same coin (latenightmining): Tag for latenightmining

we are beautiful and we are doomed (goofygoop): Tag for Charlie/Slime

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Background Information - Ramshackle Dorm

I should say this quickly: 

This is my INTERPERTATION of what I think Ramshackle Dorm will be like be based on the information we have about Ramshackle dorm and its' environment currently. I am not claiming this as canon in any way shape or form, and when we do get more information on this dorm (if we do) I am probably not going to change too much about my Ramshackle dorm because I already have developed it a lot, and also I don't want get into other's interpretations of Ramshackle dorm. 

I also DO NOT mean to be offensive to other people's Ramshackle dorm OCs or their interpretation of the dorm in any way shape or form. I tried my best not to seem like I am copying or stealing ideas from anybody, so I did as much research as I could on other's Ramshackle dorms just to make sure I'm not copying anybody's stuff. The only the that I used to help me with this was a theory that Ramshackle dorm was possibly founded after Pete or Oswald, and I thought Owsald was a better pick, this theory is from @darkspellmaster​ and @lovee-infected​ [if the two tagged are reading this, love you, sorry to tag but I loved the theory so much I based my fan dorm off it!) from the post: https://darkspellmaster.tumblr.com/post/616674941368238080/so-first-big-thank-you-to-geodraconia-for-using

But, other than that theory, I do not mean to be offensive to anybody's Ramshackle dorm OCs. So, sorry if I did. 

Founded upon the Cleverness of the Lucky Rabbit, this dorm is full of tricksters and lesser villians (or neutral characters within the stories they are based on) who are at Night Raven College. These students are known for being well-versed in many fields of study, and for not being the most clear cut of people. This often makes these dorm members not very well liked for their trickster nature by teachers and students alike, but they have been known to help when it benefits them or when they feel like it, much to people's want to be able to predict these people. The dorm members are known as the ones in the middle or the neutral characters, as these dorms members aren't always considered good or evil like the other dorms can be categorized, as the dorm members can play both side of a story as needed. These dorm members are also known for their ability to get into strange situations and generally get into trouble, as the Lucky Rabbit is believed to have been both lucky and unlucky based on fate, despite the dorm and the Lucky Rabbit not really believing in the concept. Thes dorm members can also be people who have decided to change their fate from what has been decided for them, as this is a pretty common occurrence in this dorm. 

History: Ramshackle Dorm is a dorm created in one of Night Raven College's years due to the dorm leaders stating that they needed a dorm for people such as tricksters and neutral people, as these people were numorus enough to fill the other dorms to the brim and the dorm leaders had trouble controlling these people due to their tricksterness and lack of control they had. The headermaster at the time, Conleth Falkenrath, agreed to try and find a solution after years of the dorm leaders complaining about it, and thus did several rituals about the situation to which the Dark Mirror stated that the new dorm would be made be called Ramshackle dorm, and then re-sorted certain people into the dorm, both whom the dorm leaders wanted out and not. And after few years long years after the dorm became an official and respected dorm next to the other more offical dorms in Night Raven College, but soon the dorm's population declined when the Dark Mirror suddenly stopped sorting people into Ramshackle dorm altogether, which at first was met with much backlash from previous Ramshackle residents despite not much the school could do to change the Dark Mirror's mind but then quickly faded into obscurity until Quentin Nighy-Sallow, Yuu and Grim came to Night Raven College and brought back the dorm. 

The Rumor of the Dormitory's Foundation: It is said that Ramshackle Dorm was originally an organization founded by the Clever Rabbit himself to create a stronghold against a dark force in Twisted Wonderland's past alongside his other companions before it was ever a dormitory. Because of the dark force becoming less and less out in the open as it used to be within the world, and the Clever Rabbit and his companion's fear of the force returning, the Clever Rabbit and the Runt Mouse made two organizations: one in Night Raven College, the other in Royal Sword Academy to teach and train the most powerful of the younger generations to protect themselves against the dark force which later became dormitories within the schools. It is also said when the Clever Rabbit died, he left behind a paintbrush staff for the dorm leader of Ramshackle dorm in case the dark force came back and said that if the force came back to look for the other organization, because they have another part to the brush. 

Most scholars believe that this rumor was started by a crazy conspiracy theorist teacher to gain respect on the other students and instill some form of unity between the two rivalling schools, but in recent years some scholars have said that the dark force might have been Overblots in some ancient form, and have wanted to get their hands on the legendary paintbrush and other part for scientific purposes, saying it might have been the first weapon specifically made against Overblot creatures. More conspiracy focused people say it was connected to the two schools' very foundations, and that the story has been water down over the years.

In the past, the Dorm Leader and Vice-leader was determined by a simple challenge of the whole dorm playing a modified game of hide and seek around Night Raven College's campus, and the two who were not found by the headmaster where crowned Leader and Vice-Leader for their craftiness and intelligence. But currently, the ones who are Leader and Vice-Leader are the leaders by default since they are the only students in the dorm currently. 

Current Dorm Head: Quentin Nighy-Sallow 

Current Dorm Vice-Leader: Yuu and Grim 

Dorm Room Location: Outside The Main Building of Night Raven College across a bridge, or a short walk from the Botanical Garden.

Dorm Status: Active but Minor Dorm

Dorm Colors: Brown, White, and Black

Known Places In the Dorm:

Front Entrance (Outside): [Sorry that it's the one in the snow, I can't find the one without right now, but when I do I'll fix this]

Lounge:

Hallway:

Front Entrance (Inside):

Yuu and Grim's Room:

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"leave me alone" | pjm

[Collage Credit] 

► CONTENT/WARNINGS: angst, fluffy ending, neutral, sad Jimin dieting too much 

► RATING: pg13

► WORDS: 1.9k

► SUMMARY: Hi!! This is my first time seeing your blog and I really enjoyed!! I just read "Space". Do you think you can do the same thing with Jimin? Where the reader calls him clingy and he distances himself from her? Thanks

► A/N: Aw, thank you so much for requesting! I'm really glad you enjoyed "Space" and I hope you enjoy this one as well! Always feel free to request, I'll most likely accept it! Please tell me what you think of this one! I also want to start a tag list soon, so lmk if you want to be added.

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Shifting on his bed dramatically, Jimin props himself up just enough to lean on his arm and stare at you, studying on his desk. An exaggerated sigh escaped his lips as he stared at you, feeling particularly needy today. "(Y/N), come lay down with me~! I promise I'll be the big spoon this time~!

Though his offer was appealing, you couldn't accept. University exams were still kicking your butt, and you needed to pass to finally get that bachelor's degree you'd worked so hard for the past four years. Lifting your hand in a dismissive wave, you decline, "I can't, Chim. I've just got to get through these classes and I'll finally be done with this university for good."

"But (Y/N), we've barely spent any time together these past two weeks, and you've been studying the whole time you've been here..." He pouts, crawling off the mattress to hold you from behind, caressing your arm, "Don't you think a break would be nice?"

"Just give me one more week, and I'll be free from studying," you mutter, not giving him any of the attention he wanted, but he'll at least hold you to this next week.

Ding.

Ding. Ding.

Flushing in embarrassment, you squeeze your way out of your lecture, taking your phone with you as it began ringing and vibrating uncomfortably. Leaning against the wall outside your class, you unlock the screen, only to be met with Jimin's caller ID. Sighing, you answer, "Yes Jimin?"

"(Y/N), are you busy? I have a free day and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out for a date-"

"Jimin, I'm in class, I can't," you groan, disappointed that he'd interrupted your important lecture for a date.

He stuttered, his voice cracking from guilt, "You are? O-oh, I'm sorry, please go back! I love you."

Releasing a frustrated breath, you reply agitatedly, "Love you too, Chim."

"(Y/N)~! Let's go home, I wanna spend some alone time with you~!" Thes ravenette whined, hugging your waist tightly, swaying back and forth softly.

Your friends had invited you to hangout at the local mall and at the time, inviting your boyfriend along seemed like a good idea. Now, you were truly beginning to regret it. Wriggling out of his grip, you push his chest back gently, "Jimin, let me hang out with my friends for a bit, yeah?"

Feeling slightly hurt, he nodded. He was a people pleaser, and you were a person who he always wanted to be pleased with him. Unfortunately, he was extremely affectionate and forgot about personal space easily. Tugging you towards a photo booth, Jimin begged for a few pictures with you, "Please (Y/N), just one set..."

"Fine, but that's it," you agree, giving into his puppy eyes.

Eagerly nodding, he slid into the booth, dragging you in right next to him. He didn't waste a second sliding in the appropriate amount of money for the booth. Seeing the count down begin, he began posing for the first photo, planting his lips on your cheek and hugging you tightly, to which you just smiled in the photo. The shutters sounded and immediately you were pulled into his lap for the second photo, and then the third picture of both of you smiling. You hated photos, and we're quick to rush out the booth as soon as the last one was taken, grabbing the long card of pictures and handing them to Jimin.

Ready to catch up with your friends, you dart away, only stopping when Jimin appeared by your side, holding your hand tightly in his own, "(Y/N), can we take another set? I know I said one but you look so cute-!"

"God damn it Jimin, leave me alone!" You yell, shaking his hand off your own, "I invited you because I didn't want you to be lonely, but you're just too clingy-too needy! Give me some time for my friends, or school, or work or whatever, let me have some time without you breathing down my neck!"

Eyes widened at your tantrum, he tried not to let the words get to him, reaching for your fingers once more, "(Y-Y/N), you don't mean that, r-right? I-I'm sorry-"

Slapping his arm away, you growl loud enough for him to hear, turning towards your group of friends, "Yes, I do mean it, Jimin. Go home and let me enjoy one day."

Eyes watering, he gets the message, speed walking down the large hallway towards the double door exit. He was too clingy? Too needy? He couldn't lie, he had thought his personality was a bit much for you, but you always reassured him that it was fine and that you loved his attention. Perhaps you'd been lying to make him happy this whole time. But how could you blame him? You wrre his smart, beautiful, kind-yet sassy girlfriend whom he loved dearly, and he just wanted to shower you in his love at all times.

"Park Jimin, y-you've really lossed all self control, haven't you?" He ponders out loud, wiping his tear stained cheeks on the back of his wrist, biting his quivering lip, "(Y/N) is the only girl who could ever love you, you cannot lose her..."

That was when it all began. His mission to become your perfect man, dream boyfriend, to finally give you what you wanted. To be less clingy.

Most of the time, someone would ease into a new routine like this, right? Like most people, he'd planned on doing so, until you came back to your apartment, still fuming about his behavior earlier that day. Even when he apologized, you shut him down. You didn't want a slow change, he thought. You wanted your ideal man now, and he would do his absolute best to be that man.

Waking up the next morning was an odd experience for you, not having Jimin spooning with you, but instead finding that he'd already left for the studio, an hour early at that. It was a surprise, but you supposed you needed the tie to yourself, away from him until you cooled off. You expected some apology text, a good morning or a note, something that Jimin would do. Instead, you unlocked the phone he'd recently bought you, only to find your notifications empty, seeing that he had even read your text, no response.

"Wow, he's being stubborn this time, isn't he (Y/N)?" Your friend inquires, raising a semi-interested brow at your screen. She knew about you and Jimin before the two of you were even dating, and knew that out of the two of you, Jimin was always the first to apologize and make it up to you. "Maybe he took the hint."

Shrugging, you close the messenger app, opening up several social media apps, before turning off your phone, "Yeah, maybe... This is the first time he hasn't texted me back in so long and he hasn't even called, it's really unlike him."

"Maybe he's just busy, he'll probably text me something later..."

"Well, you said some hurtful stuff yesterday, y'know how he can take things..."

"Hey Jimin, you okay?" Taehyung asks, opening his water bottle and sitting down next to his friend.

Bringing his knees to his chest, the shorter boy shook his head, "I'm fine, Tae."

Giving Jimin an odd yet concerned look, he pushes, "Don't lie to me Jimin, we've been friends for seven years, I know when something is bothering you," it was true, Taehyung and Jimin had been closer than most of the other members, and spent the most time together, they knew how to read one another.

"It's just..." The Busan boy started, biting his lip as his face began to feel hot, "(Y/N) said I'm too clingy and... I want to change for her, because I can't imagine losing her, but I- it's so hard not... Not smothering her..."

Placing a comforting hand on his Hyung's back, Taehyung nods in understanding, "I know you love her, but you shouldn't change for her. I know (Y/N) loves you too, and I'm sure she didn't mean that, she was probably just upset. Y'know people say things they don't mean when they're upset."

Hugging his knees tighter, Jimin agrees, "Thanks Taehyung, I'm still going to try and back off a bit though."

And he did. Sending you the occasional morning text, sometimes a quick g'night when he couldn't-or didn’t want to-go back to your apartment for the night. He still loved you of course, so he did try to spend some time with you, watching movies or eating meals he had Jin teach him to make, you did always say how much you wanted someone to cook for you. But even if he was getting in more time for rehearsals and you had the alone time that you craved oh so much, everyone could sense the toll it was taking on you two.

Eventually, some thought in the back,of Jimin's head resurfaced, compelling him to exercise and diet more, him wanting to be perfect in every aspect for you. Chocolate abs? He was more like a Greek statue with his body, possible thinner. Was he eating too much? He cut his portions to half of what they used to be.

You hadn't noticed at first, how the nights became longer, lonelier. How you were constantly checking your phone for a message or call, or how you'd type out an apologetic text, only to delete it. How you tried to sneak in excuses for him to stay at your apartment longer, just so you could see his face a bit more. You'd never thought about how much you loved Jimin, everything about him. The way he treated you, and how much you didn't want him to change anything, until it was all you thought about.

"Hey Jimin, I'm really sorry," you manage to get out, sneaking behind him to hug his stomach, rubbing your hands over the toned muscle.

Finding your arms, he slowly trailed his hands down to your own, shakily grasping them in his. "You don't have to apologize (Y/N), I should've given you space. You're not the first person to tell me to back off. I was starting to gain weight anyway..."

"No, I do have to," you frown, tearing up as you felt how thin he really was, pressing your cheek against his back, "I... I like when you check up on me, try to take me on dates... When you cuddle me or when you steal my food because you want more. I even like when you're a little chubby, as long as you're happy and healthy. I was being a horrible girlfriend."

Unwrapping himself, he turns to you, allowing you to see the tears that were flowing down his face, his cheeks reddening as he tried to cover it, wiping his cheeks with his sleeves, "N-no, you're amazing, don't apologize, please..."

"I love you Jimin, I'm so sorry," you smile, bringing his hands away from his eyes, wiping his tears with your thumbs, "Let's go cuddle with some Ramen, yeah? Don't cry Minnie..."

"I love you so much, I'm not going to let you go for the next month if you let me cuddle you," he warns, small chuckles leaving his mouth, a grin stretching onto his features.

Giving him a mischievous look, you laugh, "That's the plan."

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[hearteyesmotherclucker]

Common Enemy 5

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: mild swearing

A/N: lol there’s no excuse for not updating for... like 5 months, but I kinda lost inspiration for a while. And I’m so sorry to leave you hanging, guys, but if anyone wants me to continue after this I absolutely will. I love you guys<3

Ps. If you were on the tag list and didn’t get tagged, please!! ask again, my phone deleted everything a while back...:)

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You summoned all the strength you had inside you and punched your brother as hard as you could.

Charlie doubled over and yelled in pain, and you felt no pity for the almost-stranger standing in front of you. His curly hair fell over his face and over his eyes that now stared up at you.

“That may have been deserved,” he admitted, a hint of humor in his voice as he glanced apprehensively at the duel happening just feet away from you.

You said nothing. You had forgotten all about running at the sight of your brother. Questions whizzed throughout your mind, but you didn’t make a sound. Just stared at him.

“Y/n,” Charlie started, getting to his feet. “Grindelwald desires your presence in his castle. I’ve told him of your expertise in dark objects and—“

“Dammit, Charlie!” You shouted suddenly, cutting him off. He stared at you blankly, confused. “I left that stuff behind! That isn’t me anymore. Is that where you’ve been all this time? Skulking about with that man? You were dead!”

Charlie’s face fell, and you thought you saw Mustache fall to the ground in the distance, reminding you of the dire situation at hand. You quickly glanced around for Theseus too, and found him dueling two of Grindelwald’s followers you didn’t recognize. Worry once again crept up your body and you almost forgot your brother in front of you.

Charlie’s face held crazed, unblinking anger now. “Grindelwald’s interests are for the greater good! You couldn’t possibly understand why I did what I did. He believes wizards should rise above those mindless muggles around us! Do you not want that? Do you not want them to suffer for what they’ve done to us? And what do you mean, you left that life behind? I promised him to bring you back! You know as well as I that one cannot just break a promise to Grindelwald, y/n.” You didn’t recognize the slightly deranged man in front of you. His words too smooth for your brother. These words were not his own, and as he spoke them, the coldness in his eyes unsettled you. No, this was no longer your brother.

You felt your own anger rise as you spoke again. “You shouldn’t have made that promise, then! And I don’t want those things. I’m not a psychopath. Charlie, I mourned your death! For months! And you’ve turned into this... I don’t even know who you are. You’re mad, Charlie. Can’t you see he’s brainwashing you?” You paused, but he said nothing, staring dead into your eyes with nothing even resembling love. You held in your angry outbursts, just barely managing to calmly say, “Why?”

“Because I believe in a real cause, y/n,” said charlie, knowing he hit a nerve. Before you could come up with a retort, he grabbed your arm and attempted to apparate with you to who-knows-where.

You ripped your arm from his grasp, pointing your wand at him, silently begging him not to, but he immediately whipped out his own wand. The two of you remained still for a long time, eyes locked, wands pointed, a conversation silently being exchanged.

“You know I can’t leave without you, y/n,” he said finally, cocking his head.

“And you know I can’t leave with you, Charlie. I won’t.” Both of you were silently begging there other to give in. To end his fight. There would be no going back after tonight.

You shook your head ever so slightly, and he moved so fast you barely had time to block his curse. He unceasingly fired flash after flash of spells and curses, and you barely had time to block them.

“Think about what you’re doing!” You yelled to him desperately over the sounds of duels and spells flying around you.

He only responded by sending spells even faster, over and over again. You sunk to one knee, focusing all of your energy on deflecting his spells. When did he get so good at dueling?

“Come on, y/n. I’m not here to hurt you,” he cooed, giving you chills from just his voice. The voice that was barely recognizable from your Charlie. You scoffed.

“It sure doesn’t seem like that, Chuck,” you retorted, causing him to falter just slightly. It was the nickname you and your mother used to call him. Before all of this.

You seized your chance and began firing spells back at him, with more vigor than you knew you had in you. Throwing out everything you could think of. He barely kept up as you threw spells and curses back at him. He stumbled on the ice below you, still keeping his wand up, looking you unblinkingly in the eye.

“Don’t do this, y/n,” he pleaded, one last request before you both knew he would lose this battle.

“You don’t have to go back to him, Charlie. You can come with us!”

He shook his head as if it pained him, and you thought you might’ve seen a tear roll down his face, his hand faltering just a little bit. No, your brother chose his side. And you chose yours. You seized your chance and fired one last spell to disarm him and knock him out.

You took one last look at your brother, for what may very well be the last time, and turned away.

You scanned the crowd once again to the place you knew Theseus last stood. You spotted him and ran over to him, hastily throwing spells at them while grabbing his arm to apparate. His hand found yours, but neither of you really noticed it.

You finally finished the two wizards before you, but just before you finally apparated away, you remembered Mustache and pulled Theseus around the maze of people and to the unconscious form of your friend. When you reached him, you spared no time seizing his arm and apparating back to Theseus’s apartment.

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Gasps for air filled the dark apartment as you fumbled for the lights. Mustache’s unconscious form lay on the living room floor, where Theseus now knelt next to him, trying to identify the curse used. It wouldn’t be one he knew, and you both knew it. Wordlessly, you crouched down to examine him, and you groaned as you saw the signs of a nasty curse dark wizards often used to take their opponents down.

“Theseus, there’s a vial in my room, in the nightstand. Get it and then a glass of water,” you commanded in a low voice, and he immediately followed instructions. Moments later, he placed the vital in your hand, and you poured it into Mustache’s mouth.

Moments passed, and you hoped you weren’t too late.

“What’s wr—“ Theseus began, but was interrupted by coughing and sputtering below you.

“Mustache!” You exclaimed. “Thank God, I thought you died!”

You still managed to get a smile at your bluntness from both men in the room, though Mustache’s much weaker.

“You know, I have a name, y/n,” he said weakly, a smile playing at his lips. “‘the bloody ‘ell did you give me, by the way? It’s disgusting.”

You laughed and glanced up at Theseus. “Er– it’s better you don’t know, seeing as it may not be... completely legal... But you’re alive and that’s what’s important,” you hastily added, a smirk playing at your lips at Theseus’s stern gaze.

Mustache gagged dramatically in response, which turned into a fit of coughing. Theseus helped you get him onto the couch, where you made him drink water, and he soon fell fast asleep.

You moved to the kitchen, and Theseus spoke up, a laugh forming in his voice.

“You know his name is John, right?”

“...yes.”

An amused chuckle left his lips. “No,” he said, mocking your tone.

You laughed, and you passed into a long quiet, before he finally spoke up, all traces of laughing gone.

“Y/n, about tonight...” he said carefully, searching your face for any reaction, only to find anger. “I saw you with Charlie.”

You shook your head. “What about it? He’s a bloody prick” you said flatly, his words flowing through your head once again.

Theseus knew he was on thin ice, but pressed further, soft concern flooding his features as he gazed at you.

“You saw your undead brother tonight, that’s enough to upset anyone, y/n/n.” You said nothing. “Come on, I know you. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You sighed, defeated, sliding into the nearest chair, Theseus following suit. Theseus always knew how to get you to talk. Maybe that interrogation all those months ago was meant to be.

“He asked me to go with him. To Grindelwald,” you told him quietly, not knowing why you felt so ashamed. You locked eyes. “I couldn’t. I’ve chosen my side, just like him. I’m just– I can’t believe he’s on the other one.” Your normal sarcasm and wit was nowhere to be found tonight, your normal youthful presence gone. You seemed to have aged years in a matter of minutes.

He nodded seriously, pressing on his lips. “I’m glad you’re still here, y/n. Truly.”

You smiled gratefully as he put a reassuring hand over yours.

“He’s always been my big brother, you know?” You said quietly. “I was always the problem child, not him. Don’t laugh.” He held his hands up in surrender, doing his best not to smile at the thought of a young y/n. “...And now, he told me tonight he’s been with Grindelwald this whole time. The whole time. He’s one of them, Thes. He’s another one of those brainwashed lunatics that blindly accept everything that man says... Thes, I’m scared for him. There’s no good outcome... and I didn’t go with him tonight, but he promised Grindelwald he would take me to him. What’s going to happen to him?” You asked hopelessly, your head falling to your hands. Your words were all over the place, but Theseus understood. He knew.

He also noticed you abandoned your usual nickname, Salamander, and instead used a softer, sweeter one. He didn’t know why, but it made him happy.

You felt Theseus’s arms wrap around you, and you leaned into his chest, staring at nothing. He let out a quiet, but reassuring hush, rocking you slightly as he did. You felt oddly at home, just sitting there.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered so softly you actually wanted to cry. “That was his decision. Remember that. You’ve done everything right, y/n.” After a moment, he added, “Well, except maybe your previous career choice,” earning a teary laugh from you. Looks like you were crying... that was a surprise to both of you, but you welcomed them.

This interaction stirred something in Theseus. He didn’t quite know what, but he suddenly was filled with affection for this person he was supposed to be protecting. This cheeky, sarcastic, lovely person in his arms had completely entranced him, through and through, and he knew it.

He would have held you forever if he could have, but reality finally seemed to set in, and you realized you needed to go back to the ministry. The attack was not just on aurors tonight, but the whole ministry, and you needed to help as much as you could.

But one thing was certain as you left Theseus’s apartment for the ministry that night, and that was this: nothing remained the same, not even from just hours before.

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All other parts can be found in my profile! Happy reading!!

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Give Me Love

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Newt and (Y/N) had a chance to spend a night together after several months of not seeing each other. Was the short period of time enough for them to realise that they were both happier when they were still together?

Word Count: 2.429

Posted: 11th of December 2018

A/N: I just got back home from the cinema, watched Bohemian Rhapsody, but the second part of Happier is finally here! I hope that you enjoy this too, although I am not that confident of how it turned out. I don’t know, I wasn’t convinced about it, but I appreciate feedbacks, of course. There will be another part as I decided to divide it because of the great  amount of words.

I listened to the song “Give Me Love”, another Ed Sheeran song, as I wrote this imagine. I hope you enjoy!

- G. x

P.S.: Tumblr is having problems with links in the post, so if you want to read the first and the third part, you can go to my profile and search for Happier and The Only One in my Masterlist, under Fantastic Beasts section. Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience!

Tags: @atlas-of-a-human-soul; @dreacantsleep; @ann-is-amazing-person; @i-ship-it-ironically (please send me an ask if you want to be tagged for the next part too!)

“You can do this, (Y/N)!” You keenly encouraged yourself as you dauntlessly took a deep breath to calm yourself. “It has been months.”

You nodded to yourself as you bravely brought your fist up to knock several times on the wooden door in front of you. Your heart was terribly pounding as you waited for it to open, but you still managed to flash a trembly, because of the wintry weather in London, but still truthful smile.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice unconfidently greeted you and your once-so-strong smile quickly faltered. You knew that he would be there and you just accepted the invitation because you thought that perhaps you were ready to see him once again, obviously without being hurt, but your stomach horribly churned at the mere sight of his captivating blue-green irises.

Newt.

Few months has passed and you haven’t heard any news about him or from him. Well, what would you expect from someone who has already moved on from his past relationship? Nothing, right? At least, you couldn’t expect anything, because he wasn’t yours to hold anymore.

“Thanks.” You mumbled under your shaky breath, almost inaudible but you knew that he still heard you because of the tiny smile that formed on his beautifully freckled face.

He let you enter the warm house and you waited for him to close the door behind you before proceeding on walking further. You then took your coat off, feeling at home, and he rushed to your direction to gather your stuff, treating you as though you were a very special guest in his brother’s house.

It was one of those dinners that Theseus and Leta organised every once in awhile to spend some quality time together with the family and some of their close friends. Of course, being the latter’s best friend, the couple thought that it would be a great idea to invite you every single time, even though you weren’t with Newt anymore, even though you turned them down for months because of the fear of ever seeing your ex-boyfriend again.

In the past, it was one of the moments that you most looked forward to, not only because you had fun having uninhibited conversations with Theseus and Leta, but also because it was the only time you could spend your whole night with Newt. Nothing or no one could ever come between your only free time, not the necessary research for his book about the magical creatures, not the paper works that Theseus assigned you for the day after. Above all, your boyfriend’s older brother was your boss and he understood the situation, but he eventually learnt to not give you the paper works when there was an upcoming dinner in the agenda.

“(Y/N),” Leta’s excited voice echoed through the flat’s thick walls and she completely woke you up from your deep thoughts by tightly wrapping her arms around you. “you finally considered my invitation after months!”

You slightly giggled, rolling your eyes playfully as you hugged her back. “Only because Theseus threatened me this morning!” It wasn’t actually a lie.

“He did?” Newt’s disappointed tone was heard behind you. Was he expecting you to attend the dinner voluntarily even after you two already broke up? Even after the particular moment that happened months ago outside the chaotic and in disarray bar?

You nodded in response as Leta left your body so you could face him. You avoided his gaze, but you talked to him. “Tall piles of paper works are resting on his office table right now.”

“A huge load of work is waiting for us tomorrow, so have fun and seize the night!” Theseus giddily suggested, gesturing for you to follow him in his dining room. “You two are already here so we can start eating.”

“Only Newt and I are the invited ones?” You curiously questioned with tremendously knitted eyebrows as your feet started moving.

It was a cosy dinner with family and friends, that was why you started to ask yourself where Tina was. If she were Newt’s new love interest, why wouldn’t they invite her? Yes, she lived in America, but they could have notified her weeks before to have her over. Theseus knew about her, because Leta surely told him every single detail of the incident that happened during your day off.

“Are you disappointed that I didn’t invite the guy who desperately flirted with you everyday at work?” Theseus lightheartedly teased you, smirking as his eyes flickered between you and his discombobulated looking brother. You felt the heat across your face, being embarrassed at his statement.

“Shut up, Theseus!” You blithely rolled your eyes in response, but then you suddenly froze in your spot when you realised that Newt was in the same room as yours. You explicitly told him that you would wait for him, but then he would just hear that you were letting someone to flirt with you at work. That was rude and unfair, or was it really?

“Theseus!” Leta harshly elbowed her boyfriend to tell him to watch his words, but then you saw Newt moving his feet towards his usual place. He just shrugged it off and it made you think that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t remember anything about that night anymore. He already gave up on you, he already let you go.

Undoubtedly, you knew that he already did once he let you walk away from him that night. He didn’t stop you, he didn’t run after you to embrace you back in his arms either. He never showed any emotions. He never asked you to stay. He didn’t do anything to let you know that he still wanted you. He took your hopes and dreams with him, mostly the ones you built during your long journey together.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Newt suddenly mumbled while his hand gently gripped on your forearm. You hesitatingly considered his alluring, but dark orbs, albeit you knew that it was a wrong move. His touch and his gaze still sent you some shivers down your spine, you still longed for him.

“Y-yes, I am.” You shyly stuttered, quickly pulling the chair beside him so you could give him a valid excuse to take his hand off of you. You had to stop him in time, because you knew that he didn’t care about you that way anymore and you would just be hurt once again. “I’m sorry!”

“Look,” Theseus started as you roamed your eyes around the table. The couple has prepared lots of delicious food and your stomach was more than buoyant because of it. “I was just kidding earlier. I didn’t meant to offend you or something.”

You let out some soft giggles, completely shaking your thoughts off as you considered his ocean blue eyes. “It’s okay, Thes. It’s not your fault, I am just tired.”

You were relieved when you somehow convinced the couple with the lamest excuse that you could ever come up with. You weren’t tired, not at all! On the contrary, because seeing Newt once again, after several months, suddenly woke your dormant and lifeless soul.

“Then let’s eat so you can go home and rest early.” Newt thoughtfully stated as you both sat down, but quickly gritted his teeth because of the frustration, he definitely wanted to spend more time with you.

When the group started eating, you were more present in their conversation. You listened to their stories and you would even burst into a tumultuous laughter every once in awhile. Sometimes you would find yourself spacing out because of some moments that you still remembered vividly, but Leta always had a way to get your attention back.

“So,” Leta started, elegantly grabbing her glass filled with Champagne. “shall we make a toast for our never ending friendship?”

“Sure.” Theseus cheerfully agreed, raising his glass to initiate the toast. “To our never ending friendship?”

“To our never ending friendship!” You all said in unison while you raised your glasses and clinked them, leaving all your worries behind. You then individually clinked your glasses with Leta and Theseus, but you paused when it was Newt’s turn.

Did he still consider you as his friend? You were once his best friend.

“Cheers?” He smoothly questioned, turning his head to consider your eyes. He was still uncomfortable around you, but he wanted to start conversing with you again. He wanted your connection back.

“Cheers!” You hesitatingly whispered as you anxiously looked into his stunning eyes, clinking your glasses with a warm smile soon after.

Another deafening silence filled the room, but Leta quickly killed it as she came up with another topic. You barely participated at it as Newt’s eyes still burnt on your skin. He was staring at you and, this time, it was his turn to have some deep thoughts.

“Newt, have another glass of Champagne!” Theseus offered right after you finished eating. He carelessly poured an obnoxious quantity of the sparkling white wine in his brother’s glass and Newt’s eyes just grew wide in surprise, but never debated against it, although he has never been a heavy drinker. Of course, that what was you thought.

The brothers bottomed up their drinks and you just looked at them with an astonished glare and a beaming smile.

“(Y/N), let’s go and wash the dishes?” Leta happily asked, sneakily eyeing at the two Scamander brothers as she signalled that you both had to leave them alone.

“Hmm,” You hummed, raising an eyebrow as you became suspicious of her moves. The gorgeous lady shrugged her shoulders while she stood up, wooden chair noisily scraping the floor. “alright.”

Theseus looked at you with a thankful smile and that was when you understood everything: he wanted to exchange some wise words with his younger brother. This was his time to do so. Their relationship was still complicated and it became even more impossible to talk to him when your break up came. Newt never visited your department in the Ministry after that night anymore and it made you think that perhaps he was avoiding you too.

“Be careful and don’t drink too much, you can’t handle alcohol very well.” You gently addressed to the Scamander brothers, but only Theseus and Leta laughed at your observation.

“Says the one who skipped a whole week of work for drinking five shots of firewhisky in just one night.” He naughtily smirked, firing back at you. You cringed by hearing his words, because it made you remember every sear that your throat endured that time.

Theseus was absolutely right, but you didn’t skip work because of the worst hangover that you had the next day and he was aware of that. You skipped work because it took you a long time to accept that the man you once considered as the love of your life was already the love of someone else’s life.

You endlessly cried for days, teardrops messily staining your clothes. You wailed to the point that your eyes were the ones who begged for you to stop, because you barely had any water left in your body. You were hurt and you mewled worse than a newborn child, but what you did the most was to nurse numerous empty bottles in your desolate and deserted room. You would wake up alone in your cold and massive bed and, throughout the day, you drank different types of toxic alcoholic drinks, all because you wanted to forget him. You drank so much that you even wished for your blood to turn into alcohol to never be sober again, but you never succeeded on doing so.

You still loved him and all you wanted was for him to love you back again. For him to give you the love that you once had, but suddenly lost.

“Whatever, Theseus!” You uncomfortably rolled your eyes as you tried to drop the topic behind, masking the pain that still lingered in your splintered heart.

Your boss chuckled, shaking his head as he watched you and Leta clear the table with some wand swishes here and flicks there.

The memories were still fresh in Theseus’ mind though. He was the one who found out that you were ruining yourself. You always assured Leta that you were fine by sending her letters with your owl, but Theseus wasn’t convinced about it. When he saw your almost soulless body that day, he pulled you in close into his arms, understanding your situation, and, instead of scolding your for skipping work, he comforted you: seeing you eye to eye, heart to heart.

When you finished clearing the table, you made your way to the kitchen with your best friend, leaving a perplexed Newt and an empathic Theseus in the dining room alone.

You and Leta had a talk about the brothers while you did some house chores. She also asked you to open up about your feelings for Newt. You didn’t have to lie about your emotions because she perfectly knew, but she could tell that you felt better.

“Leta?” You softly mumble, puppy eyes showing as though you were asking her to do a favour for you. “Why isn’t Tina here?”

She nervously chewed her lower lip as she hesitated to answer you. It took her awhile before she could open her mouth, but when words were about to come out, she was suddenly cut off by her boyfriend.

“Leta and (Y/N), Newt is going home now.” He announced, making you and his lady rush through the dining room.

Newt’s beautiful face was tinged with a crimson red shade and his eyes were tired and glassy, but he managed to flash you a dumbfounded smile. His physical appearance let you know that he had too much to drink. In short, he was boozed.

“Newt,” You scurried towards the man that you once loved, noticing the empty shot glasses in front of him. “I told you to be careful!” Your gaze was filled with fret, being obvious that you still cared for him. You still did. You always would.

“It’s o-okay, m-my house is just a ten minute walk from he-here.” He reminded you with a slur in his voice. He never wanted to just apparate from his brother’s home to his. He has always preferred walking, but that was when you two were still together. “Would you walk with me and give me some love, my dearest and loveliest (Y/N)?”

“Uhm, what?”

“Give me love like never before, because even after all this time, I still feel the same for you.”

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Simple Things : Chapter nine

Excerpt - As she hurried down the hallway her eyes fell onto the sight she’d somewhat feared... A bespectacled man was reading a paperback at the door of her hotel room. There he was; casually leaning against the door case. The man who had comforted her to sleep, the same man who had urged her to Ystad to ease her mind. Was it silly of her to feel tingly all over as she set eyes on him? Tag list: @winterisakiller, @devikafernando, @scorpionchild81, @messy-insomniac-bookgirl, @smutsausage, @hiddlesbitch1 @noplacelikehome77 @wolfsmom1 @meh1217 @dina-bln @lilaeye39 @tinchentitri @fairlightswiftly @nonsensicalobsessions @wolfsmom1 @stmeiou @ink-and-starlight @givemecocoaa @profkmoriarty13 @nikkalia @massivelemon @lotus-eyedindiangoddess @argo-shila @emoietmoi @redfoxwritesstuff @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @raining-litter Author’s Notes/Warnings: tags will follow later on Anyway thank you in advance for feedback - would love to know what you think…Also on AO3 through this link Masterlist available through here Bonus: click here for the pinterest moodboard (always updated)

Chapter Nine Edinburgh, Scotland– day one

1.  July turned to August. And just like every other year Edinburgh was transformed to accommodate the Fringe Festival. Scotland’s capital was turned upside down as a wide range of performers of all arts and nationalities touched base in the city. Countless stages were being set up all over the city, ready to present spectacles of all kinds and for every taste.

This year Tom would be partaking as well, albeit for one night only. It was a childhood dream come true. He had decided to turn his stay into some sort of a city break, allowing himself some extra days on site because, well, Fringe. With relatives nearby he’d been wanting to visit and a list of performances to explore he granted himself the gift of time.   “A mini-break, Charlotte would be so proud,” he’d laughed to himself.

But first and foremost, true to his words, Tom had made his arrangements to meet up with Charlotte. It had been settled that he would pick her up at her hotel after she concluded her seminar for the day. He wanted to show her the city that held plenty of his childhood memories, he wanted to introduce her to the wonderful world of Fringe - certain in every way that this would be a festival to her taste. He wanted to take her to the Theatre and see her revell in the experience as she did in London. He wanted to talk to her, spend time with her without having to keep an eye on the clock. He wanted every second, as long as it was with her.

She had been on his mind ever since he’d ran into her at the airport that day. On the weirdest moments and in the strangest situations. However when Tom turned down his cousin’s invitation for an event occuring on the night he was to meet Charlotte, he was quick to inform said cousin he was just simply meeting up with someone; a friend. It was most definitely not a date, merely a friendly get-together. The sentence had rolled of his tongue as it had done many, many, times before, in other situations, with other people. This time however the words left him somewhat hollow. Strange.

In the elevator Charlotte glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time, fully realising she was - in fact - still running late. As the steel sliding doors finally opened to her floor, she rushed down the hallway on her white heels, her off white dress flowing casually along, a binder closely held to her chest while her other hand balanced her purse.

As she hurried down the hallway her eyes fell onto the sight she’d somewhat feared... A bespectacled man was reading a paperback at the door of her hotel room. There he was; casually leaning against the door case. The man who had comforted her to sleep, the same man who had urged her to Ystad to ease her mind. Was it silly of her to feel tingly all over as she set eyes on him?

If anything the setback in the seminar’s planning had been a blessing in disguise to Charlotte as it had left her with no time to stress about meeting up with Tom. The afternoon transitioned into early evening without granting her even the slightest second in which she would be able to worry about anything at all. Besides running late of course.

“I’m sò sorry I made you wait,” she apologised. Tom only greeted her with a lopsided smile, urging her not to worry about any of it. They had the rest of the evening, he reasoned before greeting her with a casual peck on the cheek. Her loose hair smelled of citrus and a hint of white musk.

“Do I have time to freshen up just a little bit? Slip into something more appropriate?”

Charlotte rambled on, unaware how he cautiously admired her attire while cautiously reminding himself that this was not a date.

Charlotte inserted her key card and headed into her room, wordlessly inviting him inside. And while she rummaged around in the bathroom, Tom curiously laid eyes on the books that lay scattered on her nightstand. He started flipping pages before coming across a thin hardcover book titled ‘the Amsterdam Canals’.

“See anything you like?” her gentle inquiry startled him and Charlotte quietly laughed at her realisation of it. Tom chuckled slightly and readjusted his glasses before turning his attention from the books back to her as she made her way towards him.  

“That one is for you actually,” she picked up the slim book, presenting it to him.

“I spotted it on a flea market; it’s from an Ecuadorian photographer. Thought you might like it better than the crappy shots I sent you.”

Her lips curved into a kindhearted smile as she admiringly pointed out some of her favourite images to him. However his eyes were fixated on her rather than the book.

“Are you serious?” he gave her an incredulous look, “you shouldn’t have....”

“Hmmm, I have this thing,” she shrugged, “with books. I don’t know. An accidental discovery, I couldn’t just leave it there… ”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” he nodded while a genuine feeling of happiness snuck up on him, “I appreciate this. Thank you.”

“Well, it’s no Paulo Coelho…” Charlotte felt a blush coming up and swiftly steered away from the subject. Buying that book had seemed an attentive gesture to her at the time, but in retrospect, maybe it had been a strange and foolish thing to do?

“So, what do you think,” she switched her hip in good fun as she fake-modeled a casual short-sleeved sweater dress, “am I good to go now?”

“You’re perfect,” the words rolled of his tongue. And it wasn’t a lie.

Remember Tom, not a date.

2. His long legs climbed the Scottish hillside at a very steady pace; Charlotte suspected this was a regular visit to him. Had to be. She gave herself thumbs up for wearing a pair of sneakers while she marched up the (sometimes not so gentle) slope. She may have lost the benefit of added height, but was ever more grateful for gaining the ability to ease through the brisk climb.

Tom was clearly in his element and this amused her greatly. He explained how Edinburgh was built on seven hills and Charlotte was thankful they would only be climbing up just one that evening. It was clear she had been sitting too much these days. All these seminars were a professional blessing, but a physical curse. This, combined with the heat wave, has created this bizarre yearning in her mind to go swimming, not climbing hills. But she had no say in this tonight. She’d agreed to letting him surprise her with what he reckoned a ‘sightseeing-de-luxe’. He made her promise to not take any notice of the view while climbing up, but to allow herself to get surprised at the summit. And who has she to deny him of this - obviously great - pleasure?

“So this one, is called Arthur’s Seat and they say it’s a sleeping dragon,” Tom elaborated. “An old Celtic story says that a dragon used to fly around the sky, terrorising the region and eating all the livestock. Eventually it ate sò much, that one day it lay down, went to sleep, and never woke up again.”

It wasn’t hard to imagine his inner 10 year old that still awed over the legend.

Charlotte smiled to herself, taking in all the information while playfully addressing him as ‘Tourguide Tom’ for the rest of the hike. It had only spurred him on though; under a thick Scottish accent he directed her attention to St. Anthony’s Chapel, the Royal Mile, etc.

“Ye ken, traditionally oan main day, yoong kimmers woods climb th' hillside an' wash their coopon in th' dew,” he continued with a smirk, “legend has is 'at thes woods keep them lookin' yoothful an' bonnie.” (*)

(*) “You know, traditionally on May Day, young women would climb the hillside and wash their face in the dew. Legend has is that this would keep them looking youthful and beautiful.”

It might as well have been Chinese to Charlotte. While she did have English under her belt, the Scottish dialect was just a bit too far out her reach. Except for maybe some easy basics…  

“Ur ye feckin' kiddin' me?!”

If anything, Tom did not see this one coming. His hand flew to his chest, he threw his head back and laughed. Loudly and without reservation.

“Com’n then love,” Tom tittered on, while guiding Charlotte up the hill for those last few feet. Charlotte chuckled along. He seemed so happy, carefree, a bit flirty, probably without trying to be. He was in good spirits and it was quite catchy...

Against all of her expectations, the summit was quite touristy. A lot of vacationers promenaded around, their cameras in hand while they were alternatively in awe of the view and anxious to take that perfect vacation picture so they could relive the moment at home.

But when she herself was standing near the edge of that particular hillside, Charlotte finally understood; the view was nothing short of spectacular. She fell silent at the sight of Edinburgh at her feet, the old city centre was buzzing with activity, with mood lighting everywhere. The people down below were crawling all over the streets like ants, the cars and bicycles seemed almost toy-like.

She heard Tom approaching behind her. It sounded like a gently sigh escaped his lips, mere moments before she heard him quietly murmuring into her ear, “now if I remember this well, you are a sea girl before anything else…,”

In their messages post-Hamburg he had learned about Charlotte’s affinity with water. With the sound of crashing waves, the effect of the surf that could always, always calm her down and relax. Something about childhood memories and Oyster Festival Parades (but she hated oysters. It cracked him up.). Also something with boats, the sounds of the marina. He never told her, but that was exactly why he’d urged her to Ystad. Out of the city. Closer to nature. In a cottage close to the beach; the promise of a deserted shore where you could sit for hours on end just enjoying the silence...   

He gently placed his hands over her upper arms and guided her a bit to the right, changing her position so her eyes could catch the entire panoramic view he had in mind.

“You need the full perspective,” he whispered.

WIth a gasp Charlotte noted the ocean coming within view; the dull cry of seagulls in the distance, little boats making their way back to the safe harbour.

“Oh my…”

“Yah,” a proud smile and he nodded. “I couldn’t bare the thought of you visiting Edinburgh and not coming up here.”

“Something tells me you couldn’t bare the thought of not coming up here yourself.”

Tom looked at her out of the corner of his eye and chuckled as he admitted to her speculation with an ambiguous nod.  

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.”

Charlotte, however, could only frown at Lord Byron’s beautiful poetry, and declared that she knew melancholy when she saw it. A lazy smile curved among Tom’s lips as he cast his eyes down, “and how are you?”

“Don’t digress Tourguide Tom,”

“Says the evasive lawyer,” he quickly retorted.

“Not evasive,” she defended; a caring sympathy lingering through her voice, “I was just first.”

“Are we five?” he cocked his eyebrow in good fun, which promptly urge a giggle from Charlotte.

She looked upon him gleefully and he wondered what it was that made her feel so… familiar and honest and ‘good’?

“What is wìth you today?” Charlotte chortled, “someone ought to teach you manners again. Am I going to speak with your mysterious blonde over this?”

Tom shook his head with a laugh as he quickly retorted the mystery blonde was simply not for him. It had been a casual answer but it didn’t make Charlotte feel any less mortified for mentioning it. Tom sweetly shrugged Charlotte’s apology off. Because there was nothing here to be sorry about. Not one thing at all…

“But,” he raised his index finger proudly, “you will be happy to know that I’m taking a mini-break. Right now.”

“You’re not!” she exclaimed excitedly, “finally! Is that why you’re so…”

“So? So what?” he curved his brow comically, “oh really, finish that sentence for me now.”

Charlotte cackled and admitted she’d rather not. “Oh my, but you’re really doing it. Slowing down. Zoning out. La dolce far niente…” she teased while rubbing her arms. Strands of her hair circled around, dancing freely on the fickle wind.

“Are you cold darling?” he ran his hand over her back, but Charlotte only shook her head, “nah, only surprised how much cooler it is up here. Brisk breeze here,”

“I should’ve told you, it’s always quite windy up here…” he pondered for a little while, “What do you think - Fish and chips?”

Charlotte threw her head back, in an attempt to shake her long tresses out of her face and dramatically bellowed, “god yes!” After days and days of fancy food and finger sandwiches, fish and chips was just perfect. The ideal amount of grease and calories and she was up for it.

He winked and slanted his head to announce their descent.

“There,” he inched nearer and ran his hand from the top of her head of her to her sides, brushing her hair down as he did, “you look like a rockstar.”

There he was, it was as if the clouds had somehow lifted and she for the first time saw him for who he really was. All pretences stripped away. Nothing but his friendly charm, his familiar support, she felt as if she was coming home to an old friend. She could feel his body radiate as they stood close and noted how a soft frown came over him, his eyes scanning her expression.

Her heart skipped a beat. Actually more than one.

Oh, for Pete’s sake! Pull yourself together Charlotte!

She was acutely aware of their proximity and the crazy things it started doing to her, she was even more aware of individuals that kept on roaming around, closer and closer still.

“I erm,” she croaked, “I think you have been spotted,” she raised an eyebrow.

“You think?” a frown of disbelief came over him. This was Scotland, he was good in Scotland. There were no paparazzi here. Or were there?

“I erm, I spy some hesitation, I think they’re going to come up closer to make sure,” her eyes concernedly flashed back at him. Beautiful dark orbs mirroring nothing but honesty and concern. Tom nodded.

3. And, in fact, the small group did just what Charlotte had carefully predicted. As usual, Tom was polite and charming. He offered the vacationists a kind word but rapidly apologized himself to the group when he’d noticed Charlotte had started the descent on her own. Though he found it really defined her and her headstrong, independent, I’ll-be-just-fine-attitude, in his heart this was just not right.

Unbeknownst to him, Charlotte’s heart had been beating rapidly in her chest. And the overwhelming need to shake the nonsense out of her head demanding her to do something about it. And soon. So she started walking downhill, rubbing her arms along the way and taking deep breaths while repeating her new mantra in her head.

Oh dear, oh my, do not make a fool out of yourself Charlotte!

She was thankful though, when Tom caught up with her again and escorted her further down the hillside where he proceeded to gladly introduce her to one of his favourite fish and chips shops. It took her mind of her recent embarrassment and, truth be told much more than this, it stilled the appetite she’d been nurturing during the hike.

To Tom it was clear the woman had no shame in enjoying her food. At all. He liked that. And promptly ordered them a couple of Brewdog’s brown beer, because ‘if you’re doing this, you have to do this right.’

Charlotte had her eyes lowered and focused on skewering chips onto her fork when she casually slipped that she was grateful for him taking her around town and curiously questioned him about Fringe. He gladly and enthusiastically informed her.

When they finally set foot into the centre of Edinburgh, ready to immerse themselves into the experience of the Fringe Festival, the amount of visitors in the streets dizzied her. Charlotte had jokingly mumbled she’d go wherever he would lead, Tourguide Tom, just as long he wouldn’t lose her in the crowd.

And so - after only a few minutes mingling in the streets, he’d wordlessly grabbed a hold of her hand. Without looking. She was sure his only agenda was to guide her safely through the mass in the streets. His hand was large and warm and held onto hers with a caring confidence. Charlotte was surprised at the gesture, but gladly succumbed to it. How could a gesture so small, result to an effect this grand. Oh god, this would not end well.

Don’t let go.

4. Tom safely led Charlotte through the crowds on the streets, towards venues she would not be able to find on her own given the chance. Charlotte looked around in amazement at the liveliness of the city and its visitors, willingly following Tom wherever he guided her.

He explained there were a few acts he thought she might enjoy and led the way and Charlotte followed curiously. The venue was - she guessed - an old concert building. Obviously no longer in use. Shame though. It was dark and crowded. The audience was quite diverse which left her utterly clueless on what she was to expect. The viewers were elated though and anxious. An intriguing start…

He ushered her further down the parterre and towards the front of the stage, where she would closer to the music and away from the blinking neons that blinded her and left her under his control. Not that he mind doing just that.

He turned to the right as they got closer to the podium and asked her if she would be alright standing there. She noted it would leave them with a close view of the performers, but they also escaped the harsh lighting thanks to the overlooking balcony, which she did not mind at all.

Relatively soon the spotlights died down and the hall was enclosed into shades of blue. Spotlights brought the audience attention up to the ceiling. Tom however could not help but sneak a peek at her, curious towards her experience, just to see if he had made the right choice with this. Would she be enjoying herself?

He could see her look up above the stage with big curious eyes, and how her lips slowly curved themselves into a wondrous smile as a pair of aerial ballet dancers came tumbling down.

Her smile was only getting wider and wider by the second as she watched the performers play and as the amazement of their craft settled in. She was rapt, there was no denying that.

That smile was all he longed to see. An emotion came across his heart. Not the sense of pride he was expecting, this was different.

Tom brought his gaze back onto the scene himself, until he felt her eyes on him mere seconds later and wordlessly drawing him in. They sparkled and it was all the answer he’d ever needed. They exchanged the broad smile she thanked him with.  

Her eyes conveyed beauty, wondrous amazement, appreciation and pure delight. It warmed his heart because he felt just the same, just looking at her.

The dancers swept the audience away, moving them from cautious emotion to elation and from grief to hope with such a flexible ease.

When the male dancer came tumbling down, some of the spectators gasped and Charlotte was no exception. Her hand was covering her mouth and Tom instinctively ran his hand over her spine, inching closer to ask her if she was alright. She merely nodded, never taking her eyes of the stage.

When the music swelled, implying the woman would follow the man’s path suit, Tom could swear he felt Charlotte tensing up under his gentle touch.

A closer look indeed revealed her hesitating whether or not to keep looking. She ultimately squeezed her eyes shut and turned around slightly, gratefully clasping her hands over his forearms. The viewers gasped once more and she immediately scanned Tom’s expression for clues.

“What happened?"

But Tom only stood, gawking at the stage in stupor.

"What happened?" she pressed on before eventually turning her head back to see what had the growing whispering and gasping behind her back.

She heard Tom, brought back out of his daze, softly whispering “I thought you didn’t want to see this…?”

Dirty tease.

“I’m curious,” she defended as she looked back up to him again, “also, you were no help at all.”

“I’ve gathered that by now,” his lips gently brushed her ear as he mumbled on.

“It’s a problem, I know,” she sighed, “but I hàve to… else I’ll just imagine the worst.”

“You’ll imagine the worst?” he tilted an eyebrow in good humour.

“My imagination is my worst nightmare, I’m afraid…” her eyes twinkled as she joked.

 She could feel his eyes settle on her while he suppressed a laugh. Suddenly she was well aware of the fact that his hand had remained on the small of her back and her hands still clasped over his forearm. She found herself teetering on that fine line between composure and absolute surrender again. How could she not? After spending this perfect night with this charming man...

Glancing back up at him, only to find him looking right back at her, she wondered if she  balancing thin border alone or not. It didn’t help that the music was compelling, or the fact that shades of blue enhanced the mystery within his handsome features.

 Charlotte’s eyes travelled from his eyes to his lips. Everything about him called her in. Even hours prior, on Arthur’s Seat. Like a moth to a flame. She felt her pulse racing, her heartbeat deafening her ears.

She could vaguely see his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something but last-minute decided against it. Did he lean in closer or did she? She failed to remember. All she realised was that at some point she was close enough to feel her nose softly brushing against his cheek while her thumbs softly stroked his arms.

Her lips seemed to search out his but neglected to kiss them, instead they hover over his as if to sense whether they would fit, whether he would consent? Her eyes fluttered shut when she finally did dare to sweep her lips onto his.

It felt as if the world suddenly had stopped turning, as if all sound had left the venue and nothing else existed apart from them. There. Together.

It was silly, impulsive maybe, but there was no way running back from it now. And if all went to hell, well then, let it. At least she would feel no regret. After a while.

When her lips left his, she stood frozen for a moment, eyes closed, afraid to move, afraid to break the spell and afraid of how he might react.

Images of the World Cup Semi Final Party drift back into her mind. Sensations of a satisfying, yet tipsy kiss. Much less chaste than the one they shared now. But just like that night, she pulled back a little. And when she did dare to search his eyes again, she found they simply glistened at her in honesty; radiating warmth and looking at her lovingly.

His thumb grazed her soft lips. His weight shifted closer and she swore she heard him whispering her name while the distance between them was closed once more. He moved his fingers along her jaw, sliding them into the side of her hair when his lips capture hers in return.

Charlotte gladly and unreservedly surrendered to him, to his warmth, his taste, his scent and his touch. She adored how those first few kisses just lingered, although remaining featherlight before their eager lips parted, longing and desperate for so much more.

She easily moulded herself to his rhythm, her fingers drifting over the skin of his neck and proceeding to ghost over his bearded skin.  

She adored the fact that his hands gently but firmly enclosed themselves around her waist, so he could hold her firmly against his own body. Cradling her so devotedly moments before they both lost themselves in a very amorous embrace.

She felt as though her heart might burst.

Good lord. Don’t stop.

The sound of an enthusiastic applause in the venue brought them both back to earth quickly, cruelly ending their passionate embrace.

As the outside world started to slowly seep back in, Tom rested his forehead against Charlotte’s, basking in the sensation of her hand that still remained splayed out on his chest. His fingers combed through her hair and he relished in her sweet perfume that enticed him ever so much.

“We seem to have a knack for bad timing,” he chuckled to her amusement.

[mrschangrettawrites]

No One Else

Summary: Kandomere’s family is having their yearly reunion.

Word count: 3229

Notes: JESUS CHRIST I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT FJDGNDFJNGDJF BUT IT’S HERE AND I REALLY HOPE U LIKE IT LMAO RIP!! TW for mentions of murder and mutilation, and sexual assault. NSFW (featuring my first ever smut scene lmao rip).

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“Kandomere, darling, you must calm down.”

You ran your hands smoothly along Kandomere’s shoulders as he fixed his tie, noting how heavily he was frowning. “This is your family, I’m the one who should be nervous.”

“It isn’t that simple.” He said sternly. “They…” He sighed deeply, hands falling limply to his sides. “Look, my family is...I love them. But some of them are...difficult.” His hands rose before gently cupping your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t want them to scare you off.”

Surprised at his worries, but also rather touched, you smiled and held onto his wrists. “Nothing could scare me away.” You whispered assuringly. You leaned in and gently kissed Kandomere, letting out a soft squeak of surprise when he wrapped his arms around you and began to kiss you more deeply.

“I love you.” He said huskily when he pulled away.

“I love you too.” You replied, smiling. “Now come on, we can’t be late.”

The family reunion was taking place in the most elite and swanky part of the elf district, which was already pretty damn swanky. According to Kandomere, relatives from all over the country and elsewhere were flying in for the three day event.

“My family refuses to do things with half measures.” Had been his explanation, accompanied by a wry smile.

Since elves had such extended life spans, this meant several generations would all be interacting, some for the first time ever, all in the home Kandomere had bought for his mother. And you were to be the only human, the only non-elf in fact.

You were, of course, no stranger to prejudice from elves. Despite the fact that you had been at the top of your class and had been a forensic analyst for years before arriving in L.A., there were elves within law enforcement who had treated you with belittling indifference at best, and cruel mockery at worst. Kandomere had been the one exception.

It wasn’t that he was noticeably kinder or meaner than his colleagues. In fact he largely left you to your own devices, and whenever you interacted he had always extended you professional courtesy. You supposed having a human as his partner had something to do with it, but you never really bothered to think about that. You never even really thought about him, until the day he brought in the mutilated corpse of a seventeen year old orc girl.

Despite being above orcs socially speaking, the sight had horrified you. While your elven superiors picked over the body and remained clinically impassive, you had to excuse yourself. In all your years you had never once done that, for fear of being ridiculed. But in that moment, seeing the young girl’s mangled remains on the cold metal slab while people who wouldn’t have bothered to hide their disgust of her spoke about her as if she were an abstract concept, it was all too much.

You found an empty supply closet and wept.

To this day you’re not sure how long you had been in there, but at some point Kandomere had gone out to find you, and decided to investigate the muffled sobbing noises. He found you sitting on the ground, eyes red, cheeks streaked with tears, and trying to catch your breath.

Usually, Kandomere would’ve just closed the door, and silently left, never speaking of what he had seen. But for whatever reason, he crouched in front of you, placed a hand on your shoulder, and said “I know”, with the most grim tone and expression you had ever seen.

Throughout that particularly horrific investigation, you and Kandomere grew close, to the point where he would bring you coffee and speak to you before your elven colleagues. Even after the case had been concluded and the girls buried, this closeness continued, and grew, much to everyone’s surprise.

Some theorized you were trying to use Kandomere to get a promotion, while others suspected Kandomere was merely ‘slumming it’, and there were those who refused to get involved in any way, shape, or form.

Regardless, the two of you fell deeply in love, and all the cruel taunts became little more than white noise.

It was now a little over a year later and the two of you were living together, and still maddeningly in love.

“It verges on gross sometimes.” A friend had said once. “I feel like I need to go to the dentist after spending ten minutes with you guys.”

Despite that, you hadn’t yet met any of Kandomere’s family. In truth you were somewhat relieved; handling prejudice in your professional life was hard enough (not even being the live in girlfriend of a respected elven officer let you off the hook with that), avoiding it in anyway in your personal life was something you strived to do (which was why you did the majority of your errands outside of the elf district).

But when you came across the reminder (not an invitation, you had noted with some amusement) of the family reunion from Kandomere’s mother, something inside you stirred. You wanted to meet these people, get to know everyone who had a hand, for better or worse, in making Kandomere who he was today. The man you loved.

He had been hesitant at first, but after some persuasion (and some persuasion), you had managed to convince him to take you along as his plus one.

Operation Meet Kandomere’s Family was now in full effect.

Throughout the car ride you had to reassure Kandomere multiple times that yes, you did still want to go and yes you were absolutely sure.

“If at any point you want to leave for whatever reason, let me know.” He said tensely.

“Kandomere I’m an adult, not a child.” You rested a hand on his knee and smiled serenely. “Everything will be fine.”

Kandomere set his mouth into a thin, skeptical looking line, but said nothing.

Shortly after that, Kandomere pulled into the driveway of a home that could only be described as palatial.

Starkly white against the late afternoon sun, the sprawling mansion boasted a yard that could easily fit several average suburban homes and their yards, a driveway that was basically the size of a freeway, and several floors. While it certainly appeared to be large enough to host the entire family, you were still trying to wrap your head around the sheer size of it.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, before turning to Kandomere. “Your mom lives here on her own?”

“Yes.” Kandomere said, looking oddly tense. He eyed all the other expensive cars, which even with the way they were all parked together, still weren’t able to completely take up all of the outside space.

You opened your mouth to ask just how she managed to get this house, and why, when you noticed the set in Kandomere’s jaw, the stiffness in his posture. You knew that this meant nothing good and you immediately went straight to his side, sliding your hand into his. “Hey.” You said softly. “Are you ok?” You looked over his face, trying to decipher what he was feeling. “Do you...do you need to leave?”

This seemed to bring him back as he looked down at you, trying his best to smile. “No, I’m fine.” He held your hand and brought it to his lips, gently kissing the knuckles. “Thank you.”

Although you weren’t entirely convinced, you walked with him to the front door and into the home, where you were immediately hit by a tidal wave of noise. From the delighted squeals of children, to loud discussions between adults, and blaring music, your ears were ringing within seconds, as you tried to decipher everything. And then came the smells.

At home the two of you shared the duties of cooking and while Kandomere’s food did smell good, it was nothing compared to this.

The aroma of spices both familiar and strange filled your nose and caressed you the way Kandomere would, leading you further into the house as if you were in a cartoon, taking Kandomere along with you.

In your food driven daze you weren’t paying close enough attention to where you were going, leading you suddenly collide with someone, finally bringing you back to Earth.

“Oh God!” You said, suddenly very self-conscious and wishing that the ground would open up and swallow you up. “I am so sorry! Are you ok?”

Now that you were fully aware of your surroundings, you took in the person you had bumped into.

What startled you most was how closely he resembled Kandomere, but...more. He was taller, broader, with a more defined bone structure. He looked down at you, his silvery blue eyes piercing as he appraised you. A dark brow rose, seemingly appraising you, before his gaze was drawn to something beside you.

“Kandomere.” He said, voice deeper than you had expected. “It’s good to see you.” He smiled widely, his sharp teeth glinting off the crystal chandeliers. “Who’s your friend?”

Kandomere’s mouth was set back into a thin line, and he slipped his hand out of yours before wrapping his entire warm around your waist, pulling you close. “This is Name, my girlfriend.” He said stiffly. “Name, this is my older brother. Lazar.”

While you were trying to wrap your head around the fact that Kandomere had never told you he had any siblings, Lazar stepped closer, almost leaning over you, as his eyes travelled slowly along your body.

You shifted a little, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze, but did your best not to show it.

Apparently finding you meeting his standards, Lazar grinned widely. “It’s been awhile since Kandomere brought a partner to one of these.” He wrapped his arms around you, successfully pulling you towards him in a surprise hug. “Welcome to the family.”

Caught completely off guard and feeling awkward, but deciding to just go with it, you tentatively hugged Lazar back. “Thank you.” You said politely. When you pulled back, you found that Lazar’s hands were resting on your hips, with more pressure than you were comfortable with. “It’s...nice to meet you.”

‘This is going to be a long night isn’t it?’

Meeting the rest of Kandomere’s family was...mixed. His mother already knew about you so she wasn’t caught off guard, and in fact she seemed to approve of you, which surprised you greatly. Most of his relatives were polite, if somewhat standoffish. They seemed to be more interested in keeping the peace than giving you a hard time, which you were grateful for.

The children were less concerned with social niceties, as children often are, but were respectful nonetheless. Most of them were more concerned playing but some clung to you, following you like ducklings and asking questions.

None of this bothered you the way Lazar did. He always seemed to be lurking in your periphery, ready to step out at the drop of a hat.

Throughout all of this, you kept a close eye on Kandomere. For the most part he seemed to be fine, and enjoyed seeing relatives that he hadn’t seen in a while. The only times he seemed ill at ease was when Lazar stepped in.

Kandomere’s whole mood would change; he would go quiet and tense, and would be incredibly reluctant to talk to his brother. And for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

After dinner, you volunteered to help clean the dishes along with other relatives, urging Kandomere to relax and spend more time with family.

As you were putting away a plate, Kandomere’s mother appeared at your side.

While you knew elves could be more attractive than most, Kandomere’s mother was still an astounding beauty. Her hair had gone silvery white in her age, but it was lustrous and full and cascaded down in glamorous waves, resting on her shoulders. Her eyes were as sharp as Kandomere’s, and didn’t hint at any loss of vitality.

You suddenly became nervous, not sure why she was there.

“I must admit, I had my doubts when my son told me about you.” She said, putting a plate back without having to look. “He has never gone out with a human. None of us have. This is unfamiliar ground for all of us.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but she held her hand up and you immediately closed it again.

“But whenever he talks about you, there’s a change to him. A lightness.” She smiled. “He’s happy. I can tell. And he loves you.” She placed a hand on your forearm. “And that’s enough for me.”

A few tears came to your eyes and you blinked them away as you smiled. “Thank you.”

An hour later you were putting away the last glass of champagne when you turned and came face to face with Lazar, towering over you.

“Oh! Lazar!” You jumped, thankful that you weren’t holding anything. “Can I help you with something?”

Immediately, Lazar put his hands on your hips, pressing you against the wall beside the cabinet that held all the drinking glasses. “Yeah, I think you can.” And before you could react, Lazar forced his mouth onto yours and shoved his hand up your dress.

You tried to fight back, but Lazar had the advantage in every way, so your flailing did nothing except make him chuckle, and you felt your skin crawl at the thought of him being amused by your distress.

Almost as quickly as it began, it was over as Lazar was tackled to the ground and thrown off of you so violently you stumbled and fell. When you regained your senses and looked up, you saw Kandomere on top of Lazar, punching him as his family looked on in horror.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed in Elvish.

Several relatives, including his mother, had to pry Kandomere off of Lazar, and you saw that his knuckles were bloody. “If you ever touch her again I’ll fucking kill you!” He snarled.

“Kandomere!” You went to him, holding his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. “Kandomere, look at me!” Your voice was shaky and your hands trembled, but you tried your best to remain calm. “Let’s-let’s just go.”

He looked back at you, his gaze now soft and tender. He swallowed thickly and his breathing became more laboured. He nodded. “Yeah, yeah.” He fumbled in his pocket for a few moments before giving you the keys to his car. “Wait in the car.”

You nodded, leaving without a second look back.

It was halfway during the ride back home that Kandomere finally spoke.

“Lazar’s a fucking asshole.” His knuckles went white, as his grip on the steering wheel became tighter. “Ever since I first started dating he’s taken my partners. Boys, girls, didn’t matter. If they were with me, he wanted them. But this?” He snarled and shook his head. “He crossed a fucking line here.”

“Pull over.”

Kandomere looked over at you with surprise before looking back at the road. “What?”

“Pull over.” You repeated, calmly. “You shouldn’t drive while angry.”

He hesitated for a moment, but Kandomere soon pulled over, parking on the side of the road. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I should’ve warned you. I-”

You interrupted him by pressing your lips against his.

While he was momentarily surprised, Kandomere quickly got over it and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you.

You undid your seatbelt and, with some degree of difficulty, climbed onto Kandomere’s lap, straddling him.

Kandomere pulled away and gazed up at you. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” You said softly, running your fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“Yeah but-”

You interrupted him by kissing him again.

As the two of you kissed, you began to undo Kandomere’s tie and rocked your hips against his, making him hum and growl.

“I don’t think we should do this here.” He said, somewhat breathlessly, although he didn’t stop you from untucking and unbuttoning his shirt.

“I need you.” You whispered huskily. “Now.”

You ran your nails along his chest as you kissed along his jaw, pushing the shirt off of him.

Kandomere groaned, shedding his shirt and tossing it into the back seat. “I love you so much.” He said, running his hands up and down your sides and sending shivers down your spine. “You’re perfect.”

You hummed, and ran your teeth along the outside of his angular ears, biting the tip lightly.

“You little minx!” Kandomere growled, pushing the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hand slid in between your thighs, and you gladly spread them open wider. As he ran the tip of a finger along the crotch of your panties you whimpered, and bucked into his hand.

“Kandomere!” You whined, drawing out the last syllable.

He tsked, pressing the finger that had been running along the damp modal against your lips and smirked. “Not yet sweetheart.” He said teasingly. “Be patient.” He pulled his hand away and kissed you, deeply, before pressing his entire hand against your panties.

You whimpered and whined as he rubbed your pussy through the fabric, reveling in how wet you were, and he smirked as he could tell how badly you wanted to grind against his fingers, to get a greater sensation from him.

His mouth moved from yours down to your neck, licking and nipping the skin as he slid a finger into your panties.

“Oh fuck yes!” You cried, relieved at finally feeling Kandomere’s hand against your pussy, panting as you began to rock your hips.

“You dirty girl.” He growled. “So desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, squealing when he slipped a finger inside. “Please Kandomere! Please! I need more!”

He smirked, slipping in a second finger and beginning to pump them in and out, slowly, to tease you. You whined and sobbed, begging for more, but Kandomere maintained his cruel pace, even slowing down. You’re about to beg again when he plunges a third finger inside you, making you scream.

You try to undo his pants, but the fast pace at which he’s finger fucking you makes it hard to even breathe. Once the button had been undone and the zipper pulled down, Kandomere paused his torture to help you pull his pants and boxers down, allowing his cock to jump up, fully hard, the tip leaking pre-cum.

“Get on it.” He snapped, and you obeyed, sliding your wet cunt down his thick shaft, letting out a long, drawn out moan at the wonderful intrusion. “Yes, that’s it, good girl.” He bucked his hips, shoving his cock inside you deeper and making you cry out.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” You dug your nails into his scalp, rocking your hips and whimpering as he pressed his thumb against your clit.

“That’s it, cum for me.” He rasped hoarsely. “Cum, cum for me!”

“K-Kandomere!” You screamed, and bucked your hips one last time as you felt your orgasm overcome you, washing over you, as Kandomere’s cum filled you.

The two of you panted heavily as you both came down from your highs.

Kandomere held your face, and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered.

[leelee10898]

Back to you: Chapter 13- Girls like you

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry, except those created for the story Rating: 18+ NSFW Summary: Olivia and Aria make it to the speakeasy, Aria runs into a handsome masked man who shows her a good time. She also runs into Liam. This chapter picks up from chapter 12. You can catch up HERE Title/Chapter inspiration: Girls like you - Maroon 5

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Leo sat in the back of the limo staring out the window, swirling a tumbler of scotch in his hand. He tried to ignore the fact that he was still pissed at his brother for what he did to Aria, but he made her a promise he wouldn’t do anything. He would have much rather hung back at the hotel and spent time with her but here he was, heading out for Liam’s bachelor party. “Were heeeeere” Maxwell cheered bouncing up and down in his seat, he chuckled to himself. Maxwell was odd, but at least he was fun. The men got out of the limo as Liam hung back. “Leo, a word.

 ” Liam cleared his throat. Leo gave his brother a curious look. “I know that you two have become,” Liam clears his throat again, "very close, I just need to know how is she?” It pained him that he was asking his brother how the woman he loved was. He had screwed up big time, he wasn’t sure if he even stood a chance with her anymore, but it didn’t stop the fact that he still loved her. He made terrible decisions, and yet he could not remember making them. “She’s fine.” Leo said firmly as he finished off the rest of his scotch. “Are we done?” He asked. Liam nodded as they both got out of the limo.  They walk to the door and knocked. A slot slides open "Password?” A man asks from behind the door. Maxwell leans in, “pieds puants ananas,” Maxwell whispered. The slot closes and the door opens allowing the men entrance. "Everyone put your masks on.” Maxwell demands as they make their way through boxes and barrels, behind a curtain was a spiral staircase the lead down to a lavish 1920s inspired club. Leo broke away from the group and posted up at the bar. He wanted to be far away from his brother right now.

 In the town car Aria and Olivia make their way to the club. “Ok, spill it, what’s with you and Leo?” Olivia blurts out. Aria gives Olivia a fake puzzled look. “Im not sure what you mean.” Aria lies. “Im not dumb Aria, I see the way you two look at each other. Something is going on with you two. If you don’t tell me I will figure it out on my own.” Olivia said very matter of factly. “Fine. Cliff notes version. We met and dated over 5 years ago. Something rekindled when he showed up here and I’m just really confused. ” Aria sighed. “Do you love him?” Olivia questioned. “I…I don’t know.. yes.. maybe? Im not sure to be honest. I love Liam, but, I think maybe I’m still in love with Leo too. ” Aria groaned as she threw her head back against the seat. The car rolled to a stop thank god Aria thought she wouldn’t have to be questioned by Olivia anymore. Aria pulls out her mask and puts it on as they get out of the car and walk up to the door..“password” the man asks. “Umm password?” Aria was clueless. “Pieds puants ananas” Olivia says as the door springs open and they make their way inside.

 It was like they stepped into back to 1925. A catchy jazz band playing, men in suits and the women wearing caps and feathers on their heads. Everyone around Leo was having a good time, he just felt something was missing. He missed her, he knew the night would so much better if Aria was here. He watched as every person came down the staircase and into that lounge and no one caught his eye, until she did. She wore a flowing black flapper dress that hugged her body but moved freely with every switch of the hip. Her brown hair curled and pinned just to the bottom of her right ear, a rhinestone headband on her head. Bright red lipstick on her luscious full lips, she wore a royal blue beaded mask that hid her face but those big brown eyes locked with his and he smiled. He walked over to the beautiful stranger. “Excuse me miss? May I buy you a drink?” His voice like velvet. “Sure thing handsome.” She took his hand and they walk over to the bar. 

 “an old fashioned.” He said to the bartender, “make that two.” She piped up. They drink their drinks as Leo leans in close “You are the most ravenous woman here, I am finding I am having a hard time keeping my hands to myself.” he growled in a low husky voice. She looks over at him, fire in her eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t fight it so much.” She purred as she brushed her hand across his. He grabs it and pulls her in close he looks into her eyes, his lips crash down on hers. Their their tongues dancing together, their mouths smothering the sounds of their moans. “I want you, right now. ” she whispers. A guttural growl escapes the back of his throat as Leo grabs her hand and leads her to an adjacent hallway used for access to a private party room. The lights were dim and there was no staff since the room was vacant.

 He pushes her up against the wall, his mouth kissing and nipping the sensitive spots of her neck. She moaned softly as his fingers dances up her legs spreading her thighs slightly to gain access to her wet pussy. His lips found hers as he brushed one finger across her sensitive clit before dipping it into her wet center. Leo groaned with satisfaction. A second finger joined the first as he pulled them in and out. His thumb massaged her clit and she threw her head back in ecstasy. She fumbled with his belt buckle, wanting to free his throbbing erection she could feel pushing up against her hip. She rubbed her palm across the crotch of his pants grazing his trapped member as she swiftly unzips his fly and releases his rock hard dick. A growl escapes his mouth as she strokes his cock a few times. He pulls her up and lowers her slowly onto his cock, she gasps at the instant satisfaction she felt as he lowered her all the way down. She squirms against him hard as his tip tickled her gspot. He thrust into her hard and fast, each stroke teasing her sweet spot more and more. She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach. 

They kiss feverishly swallowing each other’s moans. Each stroke was like electricity, she felt it pulsating throughout her body. “Oh fuck, so tight, so fucking wet, fuck.” He grunted, his pumps becoming faster more urgent. She felt like she was going to explode, as he thrust and pump into her, his huge cock stroking her g spot she screamed out, “oh fuck Leo, im cumming. Oh fuck!” As her juices enclose his shaft like a wave he growls, “oh you feel so fucking good Ari, fuck.” He gives into his own orgasm as his hot cum coats her walls. They pant, and try to catch their breath. He lowers her down onto the ground as they both adjust themselves. He leans in to give her a kiss, “like I said.. the most ravenous woman here.”

 They exit the hall as Aria walks out first, Leo follows after, turning his head to the man standing by the hallway “Liam.” he nods and zips his fly as he walks off.  Liam stood there stunned and speechless. He looks over at the woman now talking to a tall redhead woman, he realize it was Aria, and the other woman was Olivia. He felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. He saw her kissing him at the bar. He knew that she just hooked up with his brother in that hallway. He wanted nothing more then to be with her, the possibility of that happening now was not good, He felt like he might be sick. He just wanted to talk to her, he had to ask, to try. He gathered his courage and walked over to her. “Aria” he whispered. She gasps “Liam?” “Aria I want to talk to you, please. I only want to talk. What do you say?” He begged. She could see the desperation in his eyes. “Ok.” She sighed. “The Seine, 10 minutes.” He whispered as he took off. 

She approached the Seine, there he was standing on the bridge. He stood tall, but his face told a different story. He looked haunted, he had circles under his eyes, his slender body looked even slimer. She felt pained seeing him this way. “Aria, I am so glad you came.” He smiled walking towards her. “Have you ever been here?” Liam asked. Aria hesitated a little, Liam could see it in her face. “Its ok.” He assured. She shook her head yes. She had been there with Leo long ago. “Aria, I need to apologize for my actions, it is inexcusable how I have behaved and I give you my sincerest apologies.” Liam blurted out. “You slept with Madeline, I guess I’m just wondering why?” She asked. “Honestly I don’t remember it. I know this sounds like an excuse but I have been having periods of blackouts.” He paces. Aria looks at him cautiously. “That day, I came to your room and well, you know ” I didn’t know I was doing it until you slapped me. Yes, I had a few drinks but not enough to black out. “ Aria looked at him skeptical of what he just told her. She walked closer to him. "When did these blackouts start happening? ” she questioned. “Just as we started the tour.” Liam put his hands on the bridge railing. 

“I came to your room, I wanted to talk to you, but.” Liam shakes his head he thought back to him hearing her make love to his brother. “Im sorry Liam, it just happened.” Aria sighed knowlingly sitting on a nearby bench. Liam sat next to her. “Aria I love you more then words can express, I always will. Please know that I never meant to hurt you.” Liam took her hand. Tears filled her eyes. Despite all the hurt he caused her she did love him, but was that enough to look past every screwed up thing he had done? “I love you too, Liam. I don’t know what is going to happen. I am very confused.” Aria sobbed. “I’m sorry my love, please don’t cry.” Liam wiped her tears away. “How did things get so messed up?” Aria whispered. “I never meant to come between you and Leo.” “It’s hard not to fall in love with you, my love.” Liam sighed.”I hope that we can move past these past few weeks, and try to get back to where we were. I know you are unsure of what you want, but I will not stop fighting for you Aria.” LIam finished. “I hope we can too.” Aria patted his hand.  “We should probably get back before Bertrand calls for a search party. ” Liam chuckled. “You’re probably right.” Aria agreed as they walked back to the club.

 Aria walked back into the club as Liam made his way over to Bertrand. She found Olivia making out with a brunette man, who she was sure was Drake. She chuckled, they seemed like an odd pair, but if they enjoyed each others company in whatever way made sense to them, she wouldn’t knock it. She felt a hand slide around her waist and an instant smile formed on her lips. “Is everything ok beautiful?” Leo asked, he seen her come in with Liam, “I don’t have to break anyone’s jaw do I? He chuckled. "No, everything is ok superman. No beatings necessary. How about you dance with me instead. ” she giggled. “Now that I can do.” He turned her around, they swayed their bodies to the slow jazz beat as the rest of the club seemed to fade away. 

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No More Next Times

Pairing: Jim Hopper x reader

Request: Can you write an explosive , bad as hell , break up with hopper?         

Tags: purty bad breakup, swears, angst

Words: 692

Summary: The reader and Hopper break up :/

Sighing and holding back your tears, you began to clean up the Italian meal that you had made for your dinner date with Hopper. He was almost two hours late, something that you had unfortunately grown used to dealing with. Yes, he was a cop, you understood that, but if he couldn’t handle the responsibility of his job and you then he should have never started dating you in the first place.

Whenever this happened you always told yourself that the next time it were to happen would be the day that you break up with him. But you always found yourself finding a reason to keep saying “next time”.

No more next times.

While you were drying the last dish you heard the front door open and quietly shut closed. Deciding that you were going to stand your ground and not give in, you remained at thes sink. He slowly walked over to you as if he knew that he really really messed up this time.

“Y/n” He hesitantly began, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to get your attention. “I know I’m a little late--” You slapped his hand off your shoulder and turned to glare at him.

“A little late? A little late would’ve been, oh I’m sorry for being twenty minutes late, I was helping a little old lady cross the road. Or, forty five minutes late, sorry I got stuck in the worst traffic! You are two full hours late, and you don’t even call to tell me you’re going to be late. You just...be late.”

“I am so sorry, I promise next time I’ll call. It’s just--” He tried to explain why he was late this time.

“You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want a next time, Hopper.” You confessed looking him directly in the eyes with tears threatening to fall from your own.

“Okay, it won’t happen again. No more next times.” He assured you, taking your hands in his and rubbing the top of them with his thumbs.

“No...I can’t be with you anymore, Hop.” You shook your head and slipped your hands out of his.

“Come on, you don’t mean that. You’re just really pissed off at me right now.”

“I mean it. I want to break up.”

“So because I’m late a few times it means you want to end almost two years of all our amazing times we had together?” His voice rose a few octaves in a accusatory tone.

“This happens all the time, and I don’t think you understand how much it hurts me when you do it. It feels like you don’t give two shits about us. And if you don’t care, why should I?” You confessed. It felt to good to get that off your chest, you’d been holding it for so long it felt like you were going to implode.

“But, I do care. Honestly, I do. I promised you that I would love you forever and always so that’s what I’m trying to do.”

“Yeah, and promises can be broken. I thought you of all people would know that.” That seemed to set him off as his brows furrowed with anger.

“You know what? Fine. Leave. I don’t fucking care anymore. I don’t need you in my life, especially when you can’t comprehend that my life doesn't revolve around you!”

“I wasn’t asking for your life to revolve around me, I was asking for your life to just have room for me in it!” You defended angrily.

“Well, you’re right. It didn’t from the beginning.” He venomously spat. “And now it never will.”

“Fuck you, Jim Hopper.” You said in the same tone.

“Go to hell. And why don’t you do us all a favor and stay there.”

You hurried out the door, not caring about the food or any little things you’d left over his place. Rushing to your car with your keys in hand, you slammed it closed in frustration. You turned your car over and quickly pulled out of the driveway and onto the street letting all your tears flow.

No more next times.

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Just Yours - Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five - Say You Love Me

A/N: Final chapter! (Of part one) Yayyy! I hope you all like it! Please let me know what you think! I’m going to edit the whole thing and release it as one long fic. I definitely meant to make this chapter longer, but it’s kinda perfect just like this, so. I used lines from Jane the Virgin, The Last Five Years, and Nightingale by Demi Lovato. Please, please, let me know what you think!  Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader Word Count: 3,346 Synopsis: Final Chapter! Tags: @sergeantdodds, @la-devotees, @amelia-save-me, @evs14u, @cumberbabe92, @sweetsummertime99, @gibbs274, @standing-in-a-downpour

Previous Chapter

Olivia’s hands weren’t the only ones that had blood on them. You finally caught Rafael’s eye, and you let out a sigh of relief when you saw him. His sleeves were rolled up, and he looked frazzled as he spoke to one of the corrections officer. Although the entire court room looked a little bit frazzled.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked, moving quickly your way.

“I heard there was a shooting. Are you okay?” you asked, touching his arm gingerly. 

“Yeah,” he said, although he was looking at you nervously. “Johnny D is dead. Did uh, Liv talk to you?”

“Talk to me about what?” you asked, looking Olivia’s way. She made her way towards you, looking more stressed than anyone in the room.

“Nick was shot. They’re taking him to the hospital right now.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m driving up there now, do you want to come with?”

“Yes.” She nodded and walked towards the door. Rafael looked at you, and you touched his forearm softly again. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He nodded and smiled softly.

“Go to him.” You started walking away, but looked back on him once before leaving.

“Let’s talk later, okay?” He frowned slightly and nodded.

“Okay.”

When you got to the hospital, you met Amanda in the waiting room on Nick’s floor. She hugged you, and smiled comfortably.

“Hey, how is he doing?”

“He’s in surgery. A bullet hit his liver, so they had to do an emergency laparotomy. Now they’re working on his knee,” she replied.

“The liver can heal itself, but a bullet to the knee-” Amanda cut Carisi off by shaking her head. The tall Italian had just walked up, and was already making you feel worse.

“Yeah, I know that,” she said firmly.

“Sorry. I’ll get us some coffee,” he said, scurrying off. The waiting room was filled with fellow officers, each worrying about Nick. Amanda rubbed your arm and smiled at you.

“He’s gonna be okay.” You nodded and sat down next to Fin, who touched your shoulder. He said the same, and you tried to believe it. For the next few hours you sat in the waiting room. Groups of people came and went, but only your squad stayed the entire time.

“Hey, Y/N,” Fin said, sometime around midnight. “I just want to wish you luck in Chicago. I know we’re all gonna miss you a lot-”

“I don’t know if I’m going,” you said quickly. He cocked an eyebrow at you and you sighed, falling back in your seat.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how I can leave all of this,” you said. Fin started to say something about Rafael, but you were pulled away from this conversation when a nurse walked over to your group.

You stood up first, and Olivia was right at your side. She told you that surgery went well, and he was in recovery. It was going to be a few hours before he came to, and she encouraged you all to come back in the morning.

Carisi and Fin decided to head out, and Olivia said that she needed to go home to see Noah. You of course understood, considering everything that had happened today, she wanted nothing more than to see her son. And unfortunately, Amanda had to go home to let out Frannie.

Olivia told you not to stay here by yourself, but you weren’t going to leave. Once everyone left, you texted your dad and your brother, to tell them that you were going to be here for longer. You also texted Graham, who had been here a few hours ago, just to update him on everything.

An empty hospital room at one in the morning was a good place for you to think, and you had a lot of thinking to do. You didn’t know what you would have done if Rafael had been the one to get hurt. It was bad enough to sit out here knowing that your best friend was in there, but if it was -

You stopped yourself before you let any tears fall. You told yourself that Rafael was safe. Yet, you didn’t feel any better. Even if he made it through this moment, who knew if there would be more.

Rafael may not be safe forever, and he wasn’t going to wait forever, either.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” a blonde nurse with a kind smile asked. You nodded and politely smiled. She went behind the counter and grabbed you a blanket, and gave it to you, although you protested.

After the day you were having, and all of the thoughts swirling around your head, you didn’t think you would fall asleep. However, when you woke up again, you were face to face with Zara, and Nick’s mother, Cesaria.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a laugh. You sat up and stretched, noticing the sunlight coming through the windows. You smirked at her as she threw her arms around you. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, cutie. You have to tell me all about California.” Zara opened her mouth to start, but her Abuela cut her off.

“In a little bit. Someone else needs Y/N’s attention right now.” At that moment, it suddenly dawned on you that Nick was probably awake now.

“He’s up?” you asked.

“Yes. And he’s been asking to see you.” You stood up, hugged Zara once more, and patted down your hair before walking in to the hospital room.

Nick was propped up in bed, looking tired, but happy. He smiled at you, and you took his outstretched hand quickly. You kissed his hand and he laughed.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you said.

“I’m glad you’re here. But I don’t know why you stayed here all night.”

“I didn’t stay here all night.” Nick cocked an eyebrow at you and called your bluff.

“That’s not what the nurses said.”

“Well can you blame me? My best friend was just shot by a serial rapist and pimp, I’m not gonna abandon him.”

“You’re a good friend, Y/N.” You smiled again and looked down at your hand in his. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“About that, Nick-”

“Although, I’ve been thinking, and maybe we don’t have to be that far apart. I know that I’m going to be off for a while because of my knee, and I just heard back that the department doesn’t want to promote me.”

“Oh, Nick, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I honestly think it’s for the best. This injury and the news has got me thinking. I don’t think I’m going to stay in New York. I mean, Zara and Gil are both in California. There’s not much here for me. I figure I might as well put in for retirement, and start over in California.”

“That sounds really great, Nick.” He smiled and squeezed your hand.

“I’m glad you said that, because it could be a new start for you, too. I know you were set on going to Chicago, but I think California could be great for you, too. You won’t be lonely because you’ll see Zara and I’ll be there, and,” he stopped and laughed for a moment, while you watched him in surprise.

“And I’ve always loved you, Y/N. California could be the time and place where we-”

“Nick!” you said, pulling your hand away. “I’ve already put in for transfer to CPD. Mike is there, I couldn’t.”

“Hey, hey, just think about it, okay?” he said, smiling at you, and before you knew it, he was leaning in to kiss you. Kissing Nick used to leave you breathless and flushed. Not that it didn’t now, but it wasn’t the same feeling. It wasn’t the feeling that you felt with another man.

“Nick,” you said, pulling away, putting a hand on his chest. “I’m going to ask Rafael to marry me.”

“But didn’t he just-”

“Yes,” you said, grinning as you stood up. “But this is what I want. I should never have taken this job in Chicago. Rafael is everything I want.” He looked disappointed, so you sat back down on his side quickly. “I’ll always love you, too, Nick, but-”

“You don’t have to explain. I am happy for you.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, Nick.”

“He better know how lucky he is.”

Rafael walked into the precinct Sunday night, more than a little bit irritated. He had hoped that after the case of Johnny D, he would get a few days off. However, Olivia had different ideas as she called him in.

As he walked in, he noticed that all of the lights were dimmed. The front desk was empty, and he heard phones ringing from somewhere in the back. He smiled to himself as he walked deeper into the squad room.

“What kind of budget cuts are thes-”

"Hi.” Rafael stopped breathing for a moment when he caught a glimpse of you. You were standing in front of the cork board that he had given so many presentations in front of before. There were candles lit all around the room, making you glow, and look even more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. You were wearing a blue dress, and your hair was up, and you looked incredibly nervous.

“Hi,” he said, walking closer to you until he was close enough to see the tears that were brimming in your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to be brave.”

“Brave?” he asked, although it came out in a squeak.

“Yes. I thought that going to Chicago was the right decision, that it was the grown up decision. I thought that putting my career forward was more important than anything. But, I learned that going to Chicago won’t change anything. I’ll still be a detective, I’ll still rise up in rank as I would here. The only thing that would be different is you. I learned that I don’t ever want to lose you, Rafael.”

“But what about Mike, what about-”

“I can visit,” you said, shaking your head. “I was terrified today that I might lose you, and I don’t want to feel like that. So.” You took a deep breath, and struggled to get down on your knees in the heels you were wearing. Rafael reached out his hand and made you stand up.

“You don’t have to kneel. You don’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I do. Now, I had a speech prepared, so let me say it.” Rafael laughed softly but nodded. “So, I propose a new deal. We’ve made many in our time together, first when we started hooking up, and then when we decided to give dating a try, but I think - hope this deal will be our last.

“I propose that you and I spend the rest of our lives together. It doesn’t matter where we go, or what we do, as long as we’re by each other’s sides. I propose that we love each other no matter what, through whatever ups and downs we may face. I propose that we get married because I really want to see you in more tuxedos, and I couldn’t even last a week apart from you. I couldn’t imagine a life without you.”

Rafael laughed a little as he smiled at you. He could feel tears forming in his eyes, but tried to hold them back. 

“I don’t know why people run. I don’t know why people are afraid to fall in love. I don’t know why things fall through. I don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you.

“I could run, I could let this fall through, I could survive a life without you; but why? Why, why, why? I want to be your wife! I want to bear your child! I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms. I want to spend forever with you.” You took a deep breath and Rafael opened his mouth to say something else, but you cut him off by holding up your hand.

“I’m not done yet. Before I propose to you, I need you to know all the facts. You need to know that I’m sorry for breaking up with you, even if it was only for a week. You need to know that I love you more than I have ever loved someone in my life, and it was hell to turn you down. And most importantly, you need to know why I love you.

“I don’t love you because you’re smart, and clever, and handsome, and caring. I love you because you’re my best friend. You’re my sanity. Everything that we’ve been through has tested us, proven to us that we are meant to be together, that no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other’s backs.

“You bring me peace. You make me a better person. You’re never selfish, you never want anything from me, you love me for me,” you said, as you started to cry fully. “When I told you about Chicago, you wanted me to go. You are the most supportive man I have ever known, and you’re my dream. 

“And there are so many dreams that I need to see with you. There are so many years that I need to be with you. I will never be complete until,” you took another breath and noticed that Rafael was crying at this point, too. 

“Rafael, will you marry me?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, laughing. You laughed too and wrapped your around his neck, as you finally kissed. It was wet, as you were both crying pretty hard, and you were both smiling too much, but it was perfect. 

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you, too, cariño.” He kissed you again, and this time he heard the applause. He turned his head and saw the entire squad standing in Liv’s office, watching the whole thing. Rafael laughed and shook his head. You shrugged and put your hands up in mock surprise.

Rafael waved them over, and soon you were both met with a wave of hugs and congratulations. 

“I called it,” Fin said when he came up to you. You laughed and Carisi smiled from behind him.

“He did. He said you two would get married.”

“So I take it it was good news?” You turned around and saw your dad and brother walking into the precinct. You nodded and they both grinned as they hugged you. 

“Congratulations!” They then went over to Rafael and shook his hand, before hugging. You smiled as Nick wrapped his arm around you. You leaned against his chest and he kissed your forehead.

“I’m happy for you, Y/N.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“He better treat you well or I’ll beat his-”

“Okay, Nick,” you said, looking up at him. “I know he will.” He kissed your forehead again and you hugged him. 

“Oh, I gotta call Zara and Graham. I promised I’d keep them posted.” You laughed and nodded as he hobbled away on his crutches. You found Rafael again and you kissed. Your friends cheered again, and you smiled, even though you were already smiling. You smiled more. 

“Have I mentioned how lucky I am to be in love with you?”

“It might have come up,” you said. Rafael laughed and leaned in to kiss you, this time keeping his hand on the back of your head to make it last longer. “I am the lucky one though. I found a man who loves suspenders as much as I do.” Rafael laughed heartily and kissed your temple.

“You and your weird kinks.”

“Come on, babe. If you don’t hurry up we’ll be late to Liv’s,” you said as you put on your earrings in the mirror. Rafael groaned from the other room and you heard the bed creak.

“Or,” he said, snaking his arms around your waist, startling you slightly. “You could come back to bed.” You spun around and put your hands on his bare chest. 

“We need to celebrate with Liv. This is a really happy occasion.”

“It was a happy occasion in there, too,” he grumbled, walking back into your bedroom. You laughed and followed him, only to grab your dress from the closet. You slipped on the silky dress, and went into the bathroom. 

“Mi amor,” Rafael gushed as he walked in. You rolled your eyes as he slid his hand across your back. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you. I have the best accessory to go with it, too.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked. You nodded and he smiled, knowing exactly what you were going to say. You drew up your hand and showed him the ring again.

“Doesn’t it just look amazing with everything?”

“It’s not the ring,” he said, kissing you happily. 

“With talk like that, you might get me to stay.” Rafael grinned and wrapped his arms around you tighter, looking up at you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Our wedding is going to be a magical event everyone will remember for years to come.” You hummed happily and kissed him. 

“Rafi, we have to go,” you said, pulling yourself away from him. He groaned, and let you walk away. “Be downstairs in seven minutes, or we’ll be late,” you said, trotting down the stairs.

About half and hour later, after coaxing Rafael downstairs, falling on the couch together, and then coaxing each other out of the house, you arrived at Olivia’s. She hugged you both when you walked in, and you were soon holding Noah. Rafael smiled at you and you bumped his hip as you swayed with Noah in your arms.

“Do you wanna hold him?”

“No thanks,” Rafael said. You raised your eyebrows at him and he laughed. “I don’t do so well with kids. Although, I’m sure when we have kids I’ll do better.” For some reason you blushed and he kissed you quickly.

“I love you,” you whispered as Carisi walked over, bringing along Fin and Olivia’s babysitter, Lucy. You all cooed over Noah and Liv smiled on happily. Eventually, you gave him back to his mother, who beamed up into his face. Carisi scurried into the kitchen and got everyone a glass of champagne.

“Congratulations, Liv, you look happy,” Fin said. You all nodded in agreement, and Olivia smiled, as happy tears formed in her eyes.

"Amaro coming?” Rafael asked.

“He’s doing better, right?” Carisi asked

“Yeah, he’s only two weeks in to PT so it’s gonna be a long road.”

“But he is doing a lot better,” you said. At that moment, the door swung open, and Amanda and Nick walked in, although Nick had to hobble in on his crutches.

“Hey, you guys started without us.”

“Nick, Amanda, thank you for coming,” Olivia said, meeting them halfway. They handed her a bouquet of flowers and she hugged them. You all milled around together, talking with each other. You watched as Nick walked with Olivia into the kitchen, and you figured he was giving her the speech he gave you, minus a few details.

When they came back over, they both looked as if they’d been crying. You all circled around, ready to toast to everything that you had been through. The last year had been hell on all of you, but you made it through together.

“I just want to thank you all for being here,” Olivia said. ”I couldn’t have done any of this without you, and as a dear friend recently told me,” she said, looking at Nick. “Friends for life.” She held up her glass and you all raised your own.

“Friends for life,” you all repeated, clinking your glasses together. You locked eyes with Rafael as you took a drink. He laced his hand in yours, and stepped closer to you.

“And to a wonderful life with you,” he said. You clinked your glasses together again, and kissed instead of drinking to your toast. 

“Forever and ever.”

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• However, please let me know if you want to drop a roleplay thread! It can give me major anxiety when I’m waiting for a response that’s never going to come, and I wonder if I did something wrong and assume that’s why you’re not replying anymore :’) I’m not forcing you to let me know if you want to drop a thread, you can drop it without saying anything too. But I personally really appreciate being told about that sort of thing.

• Don’t reblog a thread you’re not part of. This should go without being said, of course.

• If you can trim your threads, please do! It’s fine if you can’t, though, because I will most likely trim the thread for you. If you don’t trim threads with other people, however, I’ll be less likely to follow you since I don’t like scrolling through long posts.

• Please don’t claim any of my art as your own. I prefer if you don’t repost any of my art without asking me first. All of my icons are also created by me using my art.

• That being said, if you’re following me, please let me know if I’m doing something that’s making you uncomfortable or is breaking one of your rules!! I do read the rules pages of everyone, but I’m human and forget things, and I’m not a mind reader either ;~; I care, so please tell me if I’m doing anything bad

• You can reply to any of my open starters at any time! Even if they’re a year old! Even if other people have already replied to it! My open starters are open for a reason, and we don’t have to be mutuals for you to reply to them either :’)

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–STUFF YOU SHOULD KEEP IN MIND–

• I am of age to do smut rps, but I will not for this blog because Vinnie and his counterparts are all in closed relationships, and they are physically minors. There will occasionally be sex jokes, but that’s about it.

• I’m alright with roleplaying nsfw, minus smut. Gore, violence, and generally dark roleplays are cool with me. I love angsty things just as much as I love fluff ;w; Speaking of gore, you’re more than welcome to fight/harm/injure my muse to any extent! You don’t even have to ask! However, please read my headcanon post regarding pain and injuries, because my muses are ghosts and therefore work slightly differently when being injured than a regular living human.

• I prefer not to roleplay with personals, unless you are someone I know from school or something like that. Personals in general are allowed to follow me too! However! Personals are not allowed to reblog roleplays, in character posts, or ooc posts especially if I say in the tags that I’m going to delete the post later. Only things that are tagged with my “art tag” tags are okay to reblog. Headcanon posts are not okay to reblog unless I say otherwise.

• Like spamming is okay! I very occasionally lose roleplays, and getting lots of notes from likes are never a factor for that, for me personally. If I lose a roleplay, it’s mostly just because I forgot, so that’s really a “me” thing. I’m usually very good at keeping track of who I’m roleplaying with and how many ongoing threads I have, and I reply pretty consistently, so just remind me if I haven’t responded after five or more days (as stated in one of the above rules)! And I like it when people like my posts! It lets me know that you like my blog and the stuff I post, and it makes me happy :’)

• I’m pretty lenient with short replies. Don’t feel pressured to match the length if my reply gets long! Multi-para (usually 2-4 paragraphs) is my go-to for roleplays, so I usually do long replies by default.

• Adding onto that, I honestly don’t mind one-liners. Of course, in crack/online roleplays it’s fine but I’m okay with it in serious roleplays too. I prefer it if you don’t give me one-liners, but hey, as long as I’m still having fun with the roleplay anyway, it’s cool with me! I understand not being able to think of anything to write, so just as long as you don’t give me one or two words as your reply like ‘He smiled.’ or ’*laughs*’, I’ll be cool with it. Put at least some effort even if you’re only gonna give me one sentence, otherwise I’ll drop the rp once it becomes a repeat offense.

• I will not change the formatting of my roleplays to fit yours. I’m comfortable with sticking to only paragraph style roleplays for myself, thank you very much. It’s cool if you format, I think formatting can look nice sometimes. I will sometimes use icons, but I will not go all out with formatting my own posts with all that cool ‘small text’, and indents, and bolding and all that. The most I ever do with my formatting is italics for emphasis on certain words.

• I tend to move roleplays from asks onto its own post. If I send you an ask meme and you answer it, I’ll respond by making a new post, tagging you, and linking to your reply. Until formatting on asks are fixed, I will answer any asks sent to me in a new text post rather than asks.

• I accept any sort of asks! If they aren’t answered after a while, either I don’t know how to answer it or I might be drawing it out and I am a very slow artist- Sorry-

• Feel free to tag me in any of those tagging memes! I don’t mind and I think they’re pretty fun to do! ^^

• Adding onto the above rule, you’re more than welcome to send me those chain asks like “send this to 10 roleplayers you think are really great!” because it’s super duper nice that you would think to send one to me! But don’t expect me to send them to other people, because I won’t :’) my anxiety won’t let me, so I’m sorry-

• If I follow you, that means I’ve already read all of your rules. I have also read your About and Mun pages, if you have those as well. I might not send the codephrase, though, because most of the time I get anxious over having to send things like that. I’m very sorry–! But if I follow you, then chances are that I most likely have read them- If you choose not to trust me on this, I understand.

• I generally follow every rp blog that follows me, but I might not follow some people back for a few reasons. Some might be for the type of content you post on your blog, but I am still non-selective! I will roleplay with anyone who asks (unless you wanna rp gross things or you’re a mean person,,,, like your muse can be as much of a dick as you want, that’s no problem but don’t be gross to other people as yourself) and if I do roleplay with you, I will be more likely to follow you as well.

• Adding onto the above rule, however, please respect that it’s nothing personal if I ever unfollow you either! It’s not that I hate you or anything, but if you haven’t followed me back and you’re a private rp blog, or if we’re mutuals but never really roleplay, our muses just don’t click, you spam stuff that I don’t want to see on my dash, or you’ve become inactive for years and/or don’t interact with me anymore, there’s nothing wrong with that! We can still be friends but I prefer to have all the people I follow be potential rp partners. Feel free to follow me on my personal, Briightskies, if you still wanna keep in touch but not rp :’)

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–ABOUT THIS BLOG–

• These are technically fandomless OCs, though they were integrated into the Hetalia world in a way (Vinnie’s boyfriend is Feli Vargas Jr. and Devon, Vincent, and Flint’s boyfriends are just Feli’s 1P, Opposite, and Opposite 1P counterparts respectively). That being said, I will most likely roleplay within the Undertale or Deltarune fandoms (yeah sorry, I’m not too into roleplaying in the Hetalia fandom lol, i’m just stealing the fandom’s AU concepts and running), but I am open to any muse, and other fandoms I am familiar with.

• I’ll also rp with fandoms I’m not into either, as long as you have a good about section for your character, which also indicates how you portray them (any headcanons or AUs you have that aren’t canon, or whether you portray them as canonly as possible, unless they’re OCs of course since a regular about page is a given) and I’ll probably look up other things about that fandom in its wiki if I don’t know what something is anyway.

• This blog is OC, multiverse, and crossover friendly! Multiple threads are also greatly encouraged, because I love having lots of threads with people!

• This blog is a single ship blog! All my muses already have boyfriends whom they all love very much and they do not want to get into relationships with other people

• I will tag common triggers and such, but don’t be afraid to tell me if you have something you want me to tag! I promise I’ll remember to tag it from then on. I do not have any known triggers myself. Any trigger warning tags will be written as “tw; ____” with a semi-colon, not a colon. If I feel like something should be tagged as a trigger but I’m not sure what to tag it exactly, I’ll just tag it as “tw” as a sort of catch-all tag.

Requested tagged triggers:

• tw; vore

• tw; age regression

• tw; jump scares

• tw; mental hospitals

• tw; spiders

• I will only talk through the IM system ooc. If you send me a message through there, I will not respond with ooc brackets ((these things)) because I will automatically assume you know that you are talking to the mun. I do not do roleplays on there.

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Thank you for reading this really long list of rules! It means a lot if you did!

There’s no password, because I’m also anxious with those for other people’s blogs as I said above. But if you would like to interact with me, you can shoot me an ask directed to one of my muses, or like these posts at any time (also feel free to re-like those posts so I can make another starter for you at any time!) for me to write you a starter with Vinnie, Devon, Vincent, or Flint!

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Common Enemy

(Part 3)

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Theseus goes missing and the reader goes after him. It’s angsty but I love it.

(Theseus x reader)

A/N: don’t forget to comment and like, it inflates my ego!!! (Find parts 1, 2, and 3 in my profile)

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The next day, you scoured London for Krafft, but came up empty-handed. You took the day off to find clues, but not even one person said they saw him, but it was Knockturn Alley, so you didn’t get your hopes up.

When you went into work the next day, Theseus looked at you differently. It was as if he was trying to figure you out again, but didn’t know where to start.

All you told him that night was that your brother, Charlie, was killed two years ago by Hans Krafft. That was it. You told him you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and he knew not to bother you further. But you knew Theseus would dig deeper, and it was only a matter of time till he found out. You dreaded the day he did.

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“Y/n?” Came Theseus’s voice, startling you from your thoughts.

You gazed up at him. He was looking at you with concern, which surprised you.

“Y/n, it’s been two days. Go home and sleep. You’ve earned it,” he said.

When you didn’t reply, he- awkwardly- hauled you up and to the elevator.

“I don’t need to sleep,” you said defiantly.

He laughed. “You need sleep, y/n. You sound drunk, that’s how bad it is. Come on, we’ll apparate.”

You rolled your eyes, but cling to his arm as you apparated into your apartment.

Theseus looked the place over. “Nice.”

You scoffed, though a smile gave you away. “This place? Don’t lie, Salamander, it’s unbecoming... Ugh good Lord, I sound like my mother...”

Theseus couldn’t help but laugh at you in this state. “She sounds lovely,” he said, watching you plop your bag down and get a snack from the small kitchen.

You just shook your head. “My family’s not your average lot, Thes— sorry, Salamander.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and hesitated before speaking. “Tell me about them,” he said. Theseus was looking for answers, and he was hoping to get them from you rather than a file.

You plopped down on the couch and patted the place next to you. Theseus obeyed the silent request and sat next to you.

You told him about how it was just you, your mum, and your brother, Charlie, and how you all were very close before Charlie died.

“How did he...?” Theseus asked.

You paused, reliving that night. “My brother and I were taking a walk in Godric’s Hollow- That’s where we used to live- he was trying to tell me something when Krafft just appeared out of nowhere and- and...”

You already knew you were going to regret this in the morning, but right now it was comforting to know you weren’t the only one in the world that knew how you were feeling.

“The only reason I’m still here is he fought him off and i ran. I just left Charlie there, and when I came back, Krafft had taken his body. There wasn’t even a proper funeral,” you said, tears threatening to fall.

There was a contemplative silence before Theseus spoke again. “Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said genuinely, but he was at a loss for words.

“It’s not your fault, Salamander. It’s Krafft. That dirty son-of-a—“

You were cut off with a soft look that said ‘Watch your language.”

You stick your tongue out at him, completely aware of how immature you must have looked. The mood lightened considerably.

“You’re such an old man, Salamander.”

“I’m exactly thirteen months older than you,” he deadpanned.

“Still old. Now get out of my house so I can sleep, please.”

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The next day, you knew something was wrong the moment you stepped out of the elevator.

Normally it was hushed and slow, but not today. Today, there were worried whispers and nervous glances when you walked to your desk.

“Oi, where’s Theseus? I need to talk to him,” you asked an unusually tense Mustache.

He glanced up at you, confused. “Haven’t you heard? Theseus is missing.”

“He... what?” You whispered almost inaudibly, already trying to push the panic that was setting in you.

Mustache rubbed his temples and took a shaky breath. “He didn’t show up on time this morning, and you know him, he’s early every day. Sent some boys out to his flat and they saw evidence of a struggle.”

You swallowed and took this in.

“Well, what are we going to do?”

He stared at you.

“We can’t just sit here and do nothing! For all we know, he could be sitting in a dark room somewhere, terrified for his life!” You agonized, trying not to picture it.

“Or, he could just have a messy flat and be out of town... without telling us,” he said unconvincingly.

Your mind wizzed past endless possibilities of where he might be. His enemies? Plenty. This was not going to be easy.

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As soon as your lunch break began, you apparated out of the ministry so fast your head spun. You ended up right outside of what you assumed to be Theseus’s flat (you may or may not have broken into the minister’s office to find his address. At least the skills of being a criminal weren’t going to waste).

You pushed open the door after whispering, ‘Alohamora,’ looking around to find a somewhat bare apartment, which was uncharacteristically messy for Theseus.

Amusement showed on your face as you saw his attempts at decorating. A small, rather ugly painting was hung over the pillow-less couch. It simply screamed “I’m single and I have no idea what I’m doing,” much like your flat.

Upon closer inspection, you found his toothbrush in the bathroom and an open box of crackers in the tiny kitchen. You knew he wouldn’t leave his flat like this, and he would have at least taken his toothbrush. You swallowed the anxiety bubbling up from your chest.

In a faint attempt to cheer yourself up, you took the left shoe of his favorite pair of shoes, hoping he would would come back to “enjoy” your prank.

Just as you were about to leave, you saw something shining on the floor that made your blood run cold. You recognized it as soon as you saw it. Krafft’s cufflink.

You knew it was his because the Krafft family crest engraved on the front. Panicking, you seized it and apparated back to the ministry. You pulled Mustache into Theseus’s unoccupied office and showed him what you found.

Your nervousness must have rubbed off on him, because he stuttered about getting the person in Theseus’s place and ran out in a panic.

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You and a team of aurors stood at the entrance of Hans Krafft’s towering home, waiting for the signal to break in. You were supposed to wait outside (being only a consultant), but the look on your face told everyone you weren’t going to wait anywhere while your, well, best friend was in there.

Suddenly, you heard a crash deep inside and you didn’t have to wait anymore. You kicked down the door (yes, without magic), and burst inside.

You moved past the richly furnished rooms, acting as one of the aurors, ready to fire spells at anything that moved.

You finally turned town a long hall when you heard voices.

“...s’not like you’re ever going to see ‘er again. Might as well tell us now and get it over with, eh Theseus?”

Silence.

“Well, it’s your funeral, I reckon.” Krafft. You heard him mutter something inaudible, and something between a moan and a yell came from Theseus.

You couldn’t wait anymore and burst in, firing ‘expelliarmus!’ at an unsuspecting Krafft.

You might have hit him if it weren’t for the other man in the room. He must have heard you coming and blocked it.

You dueled the two of them fiercely until backup came. Krafft and the other man, who you didn’t recognize, were now their knees and in handcuffs.

You leaned into Krafft’s face, almost touching, an intimidating trick you learned from Theseus, and spoke.

“That was for Charlie, you bastard,” you hissed.

You watched them glare up at you as they were dragged away before you remembered with a start that Theseus sat behind you.

You undid his magical binds and immediately checked for wounds, just like he taught you.

Nothing too serious, you noticed with relief.

“Theseus,” you started hesitantly, before realizing asking how he was doing was pointless. “Let’s get you out of here.” He nodded faintly and whispered something that sounded like ‘Thank you’ before you hauled him up and apparated to Saint Mungo’s.

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You sat with him in silence, holding his hand as he sat in the hospital bed, both of you lost in thought.

Higher-up aurors came in, glanced at your interlocked hands, and gently asked you to leave. Apparently you weren’t allowed to be in there during questioning. A stupid rule, you thought, annoyance flowing through you.

The door opened after about fifteen minutes and one of the men came out and faced you.

“Miss l/n?”

You nodded, thinking he was going ask you some more about Theseus. Nope.

“After hearing what Mr Scamander has told us, we’re going to have to put you into protective custody.”

Your mouth went slack. “What?”

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