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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley intended to take care of a few important things while he had the week off from work, but a quick visit to base brought with it a change of plans.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, adult language, smut, very hands-on Bradley, spanking, 18+

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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The following day, instead of dressing in a uniform or flight suit, Bradley pulled on jeans and a tropical print shirt while he watched you get yourself ready for work.

"You look cute," he murmured as you wiggled into a dress and some simple flats. "And I like it that you're officially living here now instead of just staying for a few days."

"The commute is not ideal," you told him immediately. "But this is." You placed your hand on his abs before giving him the sweetest kiss that left him soft inside. "This is ideal."

Fuck. He was so in love it was insane. As soon as he was back in your presence for a few hours, having sex and eating pasta, he could barely remember how miserable he'd been on that deployment. It was like nothing else mattered as long as he kept coming back to you.

"Let me pack your lunch," he whispered, tilting your chin up for another one of those kisses. Then he was on his way to the kitchen before he could make you late for school. Before he got home, you filled the refrigerator with everything he liked to eat, and he inhaled two yogurts and some peanut butter toast while he made your sandwich. 

The notes you opened from the box he sent were on the kitchen counter, and he smiled. Nat covered for him big time on Christmas Eve so he could make that happen. He was excited to get to see her when he stopped by North Island, but he had to get you to work first.

"You don't need to drop me off. It's so far out of the way," you told him as you appeared with your tote bag. "I'll drive myself."

When he pouted, you laughed. "Come on, Gorgeous. I want to. I need to stop on base anyway."

"Oh, can you remind Marty and Nat about Career Day?" you asked, holding your bag open for your lunch.

"Nat's coming, too? You'll have the whole of the Navy there, Baby."

"The kids would love that."

Bradley narrowed his eyes. "As long as I'm still the favorite."

"You're irreplaceable," you promised.

You weren't exaggerating one bit when you said the commute was a killer. Bradley hummed along to the radio and held your hand, barely making it through the Starbucks drive-thru line and up to your school before the last minute that you needed to be there.

"I love you. Bye," you told him, kissing him quickly before jumping out the passenger door and running up the sidewalk with your enormous drink in one hand. He was absolutely addicted to the coffee now as well, and after he was sure you made it inside, he sipped his own cup as he drove back down the highway.

It was strange to be going through the guard gates this late in the morning, and when he approached the hangar in his street clothes, he heard Nat's voice and sassy whistle immediately. 

"Looking good, Rooster. Did you forget to do your laundry? Did you forget what time work started while you were deployed?" she called, and he made a point to mess up her hair when she gave him a tight hug. "You're the worst."

"I missed you too, Nat," he told her with a laugh. "Thanks for looking after my girl."

She shrugged and said, "I'm always in the market for drinking wine and talking about you behind your back. Plus, she's actually great. Hanging out with her is the best."

"Yeah," he replied, laughing harder. "That's why I want to do it all the time. I intend to do it forever."

One of her dark eyebrows shot up, and she smirked as she said, "Like forever, forever?"

He ducked his head and cleared his throat. "Yeah, but engagement rings are expensive." Natasha screeched and punched him in the shoulder. "Why are you like this?" he asked as she smacked him several times and jumped around excitedly.

Bradley was saved from being attacked when Maverick walked in with his familiar clipboard in hand and a frown on his face. "Phoenix, you're supposed to be in the tower. Rooster, welcome back. Why aren't you dressed?"

"My vacation days got approved," Bradley replied as Natasha quietly crept away. "I'm off the rest of the week. Didn't anyone tell you?"

"It's probably in my emails." Maverick's frown faded away as he pulled Bradley in for a hug. "I was a little worried for a minute there that you'd end up back in Norfolk." He slapped him on the back. "If you're off all week, why are you here?"

Bradley chuckled. "I just wanted to see everyone. Like you said, I was a little worried about Norfolk, too."

Maverick eyed him closely. "And did I hear you say something about an engagement ring?"

It wasn't like there was anything to hide. Bradley figured it was pretty obvious to everyone by now that his relationship with you was the real deal. Hell, Maverick even compared it to his own parents. "Yeah, I'm going to buy one this month. I just need to juggle some finances around to make sure I can get her something really pretty. But I'm going to start looking today."

A slow nod turned into a beaming smile, and then Maverick said, "Before you do anything, I have something you might want to know about."

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You were dead on your feet at work. Staying up half the night making love and snuggling left you with a smile on your face, but you couldn't stop yawning. Your students noticed right away as you drained your coffee and groaned when the bell rang signaling the start of class.

"Did you have a hard time sleeping?" Jayden asked.

"A little bit," you replied, remembering the way you had to keep pinching yourself to make sure Bradley's strong arm wrapped around you all night was real.

"Was there a loud noise that kept you up?" Nia asked.

You tried not to snort as you thought about Bradley's moans and grunts in your ear as he fucked you from behind. "Something like that. It's time to review our spelling words."

Even though you insisted that Bradley didn't need to drive you to work, he did, and he promised he'd be back right on time to pick you up at the end of the day. But he was such a liar. He arrived at your classroom fifteen minutes before dismissal time with rosy cheeks and eighteen envelopes.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw's here!" Nia called out when your boyfriend knocked on the door before slipping inside. 

He made a beeline right to you, placing a rather innocent kiss on your cheek. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to drop these off," he said, holding up the envelopes. The top one had Jackie's name on it, and your heart soared. Butterflies took off. You had to work really hard not to kiss him again.

"We don't mind," you told him, and you watched him pass out the individual notes he must have written for your students while he was deployed. All eyes were on him as he walked around your classroom, delivering envelopes and answering questions.

"When did you get home from the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Was the food good on the aircraft carrier?"

"Are you coming back for Career Day on Friday?"

Bradley took everything in stride like he always did, but his eyes returned to yours frequently, and his flushed cheeks left you feeling dizzy.

"I got home yesterday," he said, voice deep and commanding as he set the last of his envelopes down on Violet's desk. "The food was terrible. So bad. Nothing like the Pacific Fleet. Nowhere near as good as what you ate on your field trip to North Island. I'm thinking about writing a letter to complain."

"You should," Violet told him seriously. "Yummy, balanced meals are so important."

"You're so right," he replied with a nod. "And yes, I'll be back on Friday for Career Day. Your teacher worked so hard on it, I wouldn't miss it for anything." You were gripping the edge of your desk now as he smiled at you.

"I didn't know you were allowed to wear anything except your uniforms," marveled Oliver.

Bradley looked down at his patterned shirt and laughed. "Should I stick with the flight suit for Friday?"

Then the dismissal bell rang, and your kids started to scramble. You usually had them packed up and ready to go a few minutes early, but Bradley was clearly more exciting than the end of the school day. 

"Don't forget about the spelling test tomorrow!" you called out as they all exited the room in a mass of chaos after high fiving your boyfriend. "Thanks for surprising us," you said as you spun to face him.

"Thanks for being so perfect that I can't stay away from you."

Your cheeks blazed with warmth as you ducked against his chest. Muscular arms wrapped you up in a hug as you muttered, "Did you remind Natasha and Marty about Friday?"

"Mmhmm."

"And did you get to see Maverick?"

He paused before squeezing you a little tighter and kissing the top of your head. "Uh, yes. I did. Now will you let me take you home so I can get back to my busy schedule of eating delicious food, napping and fucking you senseless?"

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Bradley spent the following day unpacking more of your stuff while you were at work. You had all these fancy things he needed to make room for. Like an air fryer. And a rice cooker. Things he would have never used otherwise, but he didn't mind having them here now. 

He took breaks to read from the journal you kept while he was away, often smiling and laughing at what you'd written in your daily log. It was no wonder he fell in love with you through your writing; you were just the same as you were in person and so authentic this way. Then he read about the day you helped Edith with some chores, and he sprawled out on the couch with a groan.

You were the sweetest thing in his life. One time, Vanessa told him that Edith was annoying and only wanted attention. He rolled his eyes then, and he rolled them again now. She was elderly. Of course she wanted attention. But Bradley knew she also had arthritis, and helping her with yard work was fast and painless for him. He couldn't imagine you saying anything like that.

Bradley slipped into a hazy daydream, thinking about how he wanted to propose to you as his feet hung over the end of the couch. He wasn't going to last long now, and he knew it. Not with that ring tucked away in a Zip-lock bag which was duct taped underneath the bathroom sink vanity behind the pipes. If nothing else, he knew it was there, and he could rip it down any time he felt like asking you to marry him, but he wanted it to be special. Really special.

Maybe he could write something for you. Maybe he should take you out to dinner again. There had to be a way to make it just right so you couldn't say no.

After a few more minutes of indulging in the fantasy of having you as his wife, he stood up and attempted to use the air fryer to make lunch. Pretty soon he gave up and made a sandwich instead before walking next door to knock on Edith's door.

"Bradley!" she said, pulling the door open for him. "You're home. Your girlfriend told me you were deployed earlier this month."

"I just got back on Monday. A little bruised, but no worse for the wear," he told her with a smile. "I wanted to see if you needed help with anything."

"Oh, your sweet girlfriend already changed my light bulbs for me," she told him. Then she lowered her voice and smirked. "She's a looker."

"Yeah," he confirmed with a nod. "She's Gorgeous. She also moved in with me, so if I'm not home and you need something, you can always ask her, okay?" 

Edith fretted her hands, and Bradley leaned back out the open front door, knowing she wouldn't agree to his help unless she paid him in some way. Truthfully, he really did feel like playing the piano anyway. "It looks like you've got some weeds that need to be pulled, and your downspout is loose again. How about you think of a cool song to teach me, and I'll be back in like fifteen minutes?"

He ducked outside before she could answer, but he could hear her tapping away at the piano keys as he yanked some dried up weeds out of the soft soil. While he worked, he pictured the sheet music that Edith kept stacked up inside the piano bench, and he started to come up with an idea. The more he thought about the pages stacked up in his own house, the more he liked his plan. 

He was all smiles when he sat down for her to teach him how to play a Bob Dylan classic, and he was still whistling the tune when he went to pick you up from work.

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On Thursday night, Bradley had you snuggling on top of him on the couch when you should have really been going over your final plans for Career Day. "You are such a distraction," you whispered, arms and legs wrapped up with his to keep warm since you were wearing nothing but his old sweatshirt.

His fingers flexed on the back of your thigh as he smirked and turned his head to face you instead of the TV. "And you're the best for helping me relax all week." His breath was warm on your cheek, and he kissed you there, saying, "Don't stress about tomorrow. It'll be perfect."

You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder. "I still have to put all of my guests in order. I need to schedule the most impressive presentation last, for the grand finale."

"Okay, so put me last then, Gorgeous."

You grinned and tried not to giggle. "I was actually thinking Marty."

Bradley's hand slid up from your thigh, smoothing over your butt, and you knew what was coming even before you clenched with need. Bradley smacked you one time, and you moaned as he soothed away the sting with his palm. You were instantly aroused, fingers tingling and ears burning. Bradley's dark eyes were wide, searching your face, questioning what he should do next. When you nodded once, he grunted, and that big hand landed on you again, breaking the silence.

"Fuck," you gasped, rear end stinging as Bradley cupped and squeezed you, pulling you a few inches up his body so he could kiss you. His cock was getting hard in his gym shorts, pressing against your belly, driving you wild.

"You like that?" he whispered between heated kisses, but you barely wanted to take the time to breathe.

"Yes," you replied, mouth mashing against his. Both of his hands came up to your waist, yanking the sweatshirt over your head and dropping it on the floor. Then your lips were back on his as you moaned into his mouth.

The sex had been so sweet since he got home, and neither of you could be blamed for wanting so much of it after going so long without. But this was something else. Bradley's fingers dug into your flesh, and his kisses were rough. Demanding. You spread your legs a little wider, arching your back, silently begging for him to spank you again.

He did not disappoint.

You were aching, whining his name, enthralled by the cocky smirk on his face and the possessiveness in his eyes. "You want more, Gorgeous?" he asked, voice dark as his smirk grew. When you nodded vigorously, he kissed your lips so softly before he said, "You'll schedule me last for Career Day? I think it's where I belong, since I'm the most impressive."

Oh my god. He was playing with you now. You knew he wasn't actually jealous of Marty or Nat or any of the classroom parents, but he knew that you knew that your students would always think he was the most impressive. You would, too.

When you tried to kiss him, he pulled his face away from yours as he stroked your tender rear end with his fingertips. "Yes," you promised, "I'll put you last. You're the most impressive."

"Good girl." 

You gasped as he spanked you one more time, then he kissed you before pushing you up so you were straddling his thighs. When he yanked down his gym shorts, you were treated to the sight of his cock, thick and hard, smacking against his abs.

"Clearly I think you're impressive," he grunted, licking his thumb before running it along your swollen clit. It took no more coaxing before you had your hand wrapped around his cock, guiding him right where you wanted. You sank down on him, already a mess as he thrust up into you, hard.

"Bradley!" His hands were on your breasts, cupping you as he bucked his hips up again.

"Look at you," he rasped, fucking you rough while his hands were gentle. You bounced up and down, bracing yourself awkwardly on the too small couch. "Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked, eyes glued on your face and body. "Show me."

Without hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his right wrist and moved his hand back to your butt. "A little more," you told him, voice shaking as he fucked you so good. Then he spanked you again and again, and you could feel it everywhere as you cried out. 

It was too much and not enough, and you bit your lip as he alternated between soothing you and spanking you until you were shaking, orgasm building. "Baby, you look and feel too good like this," he whined, wrapping his hands around your hips. "I'm so close."

But you were already there. You came as you leaned down and kissed him, those big hands sliding up, stroking your shoulders and neck as gently as you were used to while your ass tingled. You were making some wild sounds as you rode him until he filled you with his cum, then the two of you were panting in unison as your forehead came to rest against his.

You could feel him smiling, mustache brushing your lips as he said, "That was fun. Didn't know you would like it so much."

You moaned and said, "I'm as surprised as you are. And I'll put you last tomorrow. You're the grand finale. Obviously."

"Obviously," he agreed. "Just keep in mind, I'll be more than happy to spank you when you give me a hard time like that again." His lips found the side of your neck, his cock was still inside you as he murmured, "Got it?"

"Oh, loud and clear."

He chuckled, nipping along your skin as your butt throbbed a bit. You didn't want to move, but his stomach started loudly growling. Carefully, you started to sit up, brushing your fingers through his hair as you said, "It's been hours since you ate. Let's find something in the kitchen."

When you stood on wobbly legs, Bradley stayed lounging on the couch, guiding you and turning you so he could place one soft kiss on the spot on your butt where he had spanked you. Then he got to his feet as well, picked up the sweatshirt, and put it back on you.

He kissed the back of your neck and told you he never wanted to leave you again while you made him a grilled cheese sandwich. "Love you too much," he muttered, hand on your thigh as his leg brushed your tender rear end.

You thought about the weeks he was deployed without communication and how awful it was, but this right here was worth it. Making love in bed and rough sex on the couch. Learning what makes each other tick and sharing meals and enjoying how good it feels to have him hold you. All worth it.

When the sandwich was ready, you cut it into four triangles and took a small bite out of one before holding it up for him to eat it. "Thanks, Baby," he whispered, finishing it in one bite before you fed him the second one and then the third in similar fashion. He was finishing the last piece when he wrapped his arms around you and said, "Okay, Gorgeous, now I'm ready to help you get organized for Career Day before bed."

You laughed. "I just need to write a few things down and pick out an outfit."

"Oh. I wouldn't wear anything too tight," he suggested, smirking once more. "You're about to be sore tomorrow."

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Hi! I love all of your harry potter writing!! I was wondering if maybe you could do something thats one of the slytherin guys (theo preferably) with a hufflepuff girl reader and just a tonnn of angst? like a happy ending but just a good amount of angst lol (maybe hes mean to her or smtg - or like he is just to keep up an appearance in front of his slytherin friends??) idk lol

ANGST IS MY FORTE.

BACK TO THE START. theodore nott

IN WHICH… theodore nott is dating the perfect girl, yet prefers to keep her hidden from his friends.

“Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world.”

Warnings/notes : angst (duh, it’s me), matteo riddle and his dumb jokes, illusion to mature content, panic attack, astoria x draco mentioned, pansy x blaise mentioned

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A/N : thank you so much for the request and the kind comment!

Being a Slytherin was hard. Being part of the popular cliche was even worse. It wasn’t hard for Theodore Nott to blend in with his crowd. He was rich, a little bit crazy when he drank, and as all of them were, an asshole to an extent.

Theo had his life all planned out; get sorted into Slytherin, check. Join the popular group, check. Date another rich Slytherin girl who he’d only use for reputation, not checked. That last point was an important part of his life plan but, as if the universe intentionally wanted to screw him over, his gaze was constantly stuck on a Hufflepuff.

Y/N L/N wasn’t all too bad. She was pretty (or gorgeous as Theo liked to mentally describe her), rich enough, and had a big reputation in school and outside. She should have been Theo’s ideal type if she wasn’t draped in that damn yellow uniform.

Nevertheless, Theo was smitten by her. He talked to her in secret, wanting to avoid his friends’ shifty eyes and gossip. They’d no doubt tell his parents that he was talking to a Hufflepuff of all people. But, at least she wasn’t in Gryffindor.

He kept her hidden from the world, which he knew she hated but what else could he do?

“Theo.” Y/N called out in the empty hallway. She had her books clutched closely to her chest, scared they’d drop. Theo passed, his heart slightly sinking.

How was he supposed to tell Y/N, his secret girlfriend, that he still wanted to remain a secret despite promising her otherwise? Theo didn’t have the time to even think about it before he heard loud chatter that could only be his friends.

“Theo!” Pansy exclaimed, jogging towards him. She didn’t even notice Y/N, pushing past the H/C-haired girl without a word. “You have to try Enzo’s batch of cookies! He’s actually getting good at baking after last month’s incident.”

Theo lightly chuckled before he remembered Y/N was still here. She was looking at him like she expected him to do something. He quickly brushed past Pansy. He could feel his friends staring daggers into his back, all curious as to what he was doing.

“I told you I don’t want to go out with you. Leave me alone, Hufflepuff.” Theo wasn’t half-bad at acting after all the times he had to pretend to brush Y/N off for the sake of his friends. He subtly leaned forward, “I can’t be weak around my friends, Y/N. You understand, right? I’ll tell them soon.”

It was ironic how Theo made the first move yet never revealed his relationship with Y/N.

“Yeah… sure.” Y/N whispered.

Theo quickly walked away, catching up with his friends. “What was that?” Astoria questioned as she hooked arms with Theo to quicken his pace.

“Just another lovesick girl.” Theo uttered, loud enough for Y/N to hear. He didn’t even spare her a glance as he walked away, breaking yet another empty promise.

“Isn’t that the same girl from two weeks ago?” Pansy asked.

“They all look the same to me.” His words, fake or not, always left Y/N wondering what was wrong with their relationship. She was a good girlfriend so why was Theo always acting so embarrassed of her? Was he ashamed of her?

Theo told her every time that he’d make their relationship public but he never did, too scared of what his parents and companions would think.

What a coward.

Y/N arrived in the Great Hall and immediately slumped into her usual seat beside her friends. “Hi.” She casually greeted them.

“Boyfriend troubles again?” One of her friends, Cerci, asked.

They all knew Y/N was dating someone from Slytherin, but she never told them his name. They didn’t doubt her, there were plenty of other Slytherin guys who would have asked Y/N out if it wasn’t for Theo.

“He keeps saying he’ll tell his friends but he never does. And it drags on for months. I can’t stand it anymore.” Y/N stabbed her breakfast with her fork and sighed.

“Just break up.” Alice, another girl, piped up. Cerci elbowed her.

“You can’t just say that, Alice. You know this topic is sensitive to Y/N.”

“I’m just saying. If he treats her so wrong, why not just break up?”

The pair begun to bicker, as always. There was never a dull moment with Cerci and Alice around. Y/N’s eyes shifted to Theo, who was trying to shake Astoria off his arm. He succeeded, but spilled pumpkin juice on his blazer.

Matteo immediately burst into laughter that could be heard even at the Hufflepuff table. Alice and Cerci seemed to notice the commotion.

“Nott and Greengrass are at it again.” Alice sighed. “You know, there’s a rumor going around that they’re dating.”

Cerci scoffed. “No way. Greengrass likes Malfoy, everybody knows that. And besides, I saw Nott with some H/C-haired girl and they seemed pretty close.”

Y/N quickly lifted her head, lips parted. “What?” She asked. “You saw Theo with someone?”

Cerci scrunched up her eyebrows. “Since when did you start calling him Theo?”

“We were paired up for potions last year. Old habit, sorry.” Y/N quickly lied through her teeth.

Theo was a master at hiding things, even his girlfriend, but not good enough to avoid Cerci’s watchful eye.

“Nott’s handsome, I guess, but have you seen Riddle? Too bad he’s a player.” Alice mumbled before taking a sip from her goblet.

Cerci snickered. “And an idiot. He asked me if the color orange came before the fruit. Everyone knows it’s the color.”

“No. It’s the fruit.” Alice immediately backfired. “Thats like asking if the chicken came before the egg. Which, by the way, was the chicken because of evolution.”

“Where did the chicken come from then? It needs to come from an egg.”

Y/N could only slump in her seat once more as her friends argued about trivial matters that she didn’t care about.

“Woah. What did I miss on my bathroom break?” Esme, the last member of their closely knit friend group, returned. She readjusted her blouse as she sat next to Y/N, stealing a grape from Cerci’s plate.

“Y/N’s having relationship problems with her little boyfriend. Any advice?” Cerci uttered through mouthfuls of food.

“And how does that relate to your argument about chickens and oranges?” Esme raised an eyebrow.

“What came first? The chicken or the egg?” Alice asked, leaning forward to know Esme’s opinion on the matter.

Esme sighed, quickly rolling her eyes. “Oh, not this again. It doesn’t matter. Shouldn’t we be focusing on Y/N right now?”

Alice and Cerci exchanged a glance before looking back at Y/N.

Esme sighed. “You two are useless sometimes. Y/N, if you don’t want to be secret anymore, confront him about it. It’s not fair to you if he keeps you hidden.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before sparing another look at Theo. “Yeah, I’ll try.” She murmured, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand.

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Y/N spent all day thinking about what to do. Either she could confront Theo, which seemed like the obvious choice, or let him walk all over her. As much as she wanted to choose the first option, she was still an empath and wanted to see what was burdening Theo so much.

It was in potions, one of Y/N’s unexpectedly best classes, when Matteo Riddle surprisingly approached her. “L/N, right?” The handsome boy asked, leaning forward onto her desk. Y/N’s eyes darted to Theo, whose jaw was tightly clenched.

“Uh… yes.” Y/N muttered, lightly clearing her throat.

“I hear you’re good at potions. You wouldn’t mind tutoring me, right? I’ll make sure to give you a special treat after.” Matteo winked with a stupid boyish grin on his face that Y/N would’ve found charming if Theo didn’t exist.

“Back it up, Matteo.” Theo interrupted, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder and forcing Matteo to take a step back. Y/N’s heart jumped and she subconsciously sat up straighter in her chair. She tried to smile at Theo, anything to catch his wavering attention, but it was fruitless. The next words that rolled off Theo’s tongue stunned Y/N. “You know better than to be associating with low-life, Hufflepuff trash.”

Y/N’s smile immediately dropped. She could feel Theo’s apologetic gaze on her but his words cut deep. Theo left Y/N to sit with Pansy, who had been watching the whole thing with furrowed eyebrows.

“He’s joking.” Matteo tried to cover for his friend. Out of all the Slytherin boys, Y/N had expected for Matteo to be the meanest. But here he was, trying to lighten the mood with a Hufflepuff of all people.

“Right.” Y/N whispered, blinking away tears. If Theo were anybody else, maybe a random classmate she barely acknowledged, then his words wouldn’t have hit so deep. But he was her boyfriend.

Theodore Nott was the same boy who secretly showed up to every quidditch practice when Y/N had been on the team. He was the same sweet boy who aimlessly followed Y/N around the school when she was nothing but his crush, asking to hold her books. Since when had Y/N been the one chasing after him?

Y/N subtly packed her things away with the intention of skipping class to rewatch The Notebook or any other film that would lift her spirit.

Barely anybody noticed her slipping out of the classroom. She almost bumped into Professor Snape, who had been walking in at the same time. After seeing her glassy eyes and shaking hands, Snape let her past with a nod of acknowledgment.

“I expect you to catch up, Miss L/N. Complete page two hundred and twenty three.” Snape uttered.

“Yes, professor.” She weakly replied back.

She was walking to the bathrooms, head lowered and trying to hold back tears, when someone grasped her shoulder and spun her around. Y/N let out a loud gasp of surprise before a hand covered her mouth and she was dragged into an empty classroom.

“Whatever you think I did, I didn’t do!” Y/N exclaimed as she screwed her eyes shut and held her hands up. “I swear I didn’t steal your pet snake! When will you let it go?!” After hearing nothing but silence, she opened one eye. “Oh… it’s you, Theo.”

She was slightly glad it was only him and not the strange boy from two months ago who was sure Y/N stole his pet snake. He went to extreme lengths to try and prove it.

“First I’ve heard of that pet snake. We’ll go back to that later because I’m curious.” Theo placed his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Y/N, you know I love you.” Of course she knew that. It was hard to miss when Theo would mutter the same three words between every hidden, breathless kiss. “My parents and even friends expect a lot from me and I can’t go around just telling people I’m dating a Hufflepuff.”

Theo said Y/N’s house like it was a derogatory term.

“Are you breaking up with me?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“What? No.” Theo was at a loss for words. Y/N truly was his whole world but letting both Y/N and his Pureblood life collide was a recipe for disaster.

“Really? Because this sounds like a breakup speech.” Y/N retorted. A few tears slid down her cheeks and Theo was quick to wipe them away.

“I’m not breaking up with you. I just need you to understand what I’m doing.”

Y/N didn’t know if she could ever understand his reasons. They were all so bizarre and could be easily solved through telling the truth. A sudden wave of confidence drew over Y/N.

“I don’t understand, Theo. You always reassure me that you’ll tell your friends about us but you never do. And sometimes you’re mean to me just to save your reputation. You showed interest first, you talked to me first. You initiated everything first, so why are you trying to pretend like you didn’t? Matteo Riddle out of all people had the heart to comfort me while you walked away. You’re supposed to be nice to me, Theo, that’s your job as my boyfriend.”

Theo never once interrupted her, knowing he was in the wrong. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster.

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to tell your friends.”

Theo sighed. “You know I can’t… you know I need to keep up my appearance.”

“Is losing me not reason enough?”

“Don’t make me choose, Y/N.” Theo shook his head. “Please. You know how important my reputation is.”

Y/N slowly grasped Theo’s hands, intertwining their fingers for a moment before dropping them. “If you can’t choose, I’ll decide for you. I don’t want to be a secret anymore, Theo, and it’s clear that you won’t give up your reputation. So keep your reputation and I’ll see myself out.”

“No, Y/N, please.” Theodore Nott was above begging but he’d get down on his knees and plead for Y/N to stay. “I can’t do this without you. I need you. Please. Y/N.”

He watched as she picked up her bag, sparing Theo one more look over her shoulder. “Sorry, Theo. It’s for the best.” She brushed past the door, gently closing it behind her. Theo slumped into a seat behind him, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands gripping his face.

What had he done?

He felt stupid now for not mustering up the courage to tell his friends about Y/N. His leg bounced up and down as he regretted every mean word he spoke to Y/N in an attempt to cover up their relationship. She didn’t deserve that. She was the kindest girl he knew, always giving others a helping hand.

He gripped his shirt, nails digging into the skin beneath the thin fabric. Theo could feel his heart beating at an abnormal rate but it wouldn’t stop no matter how many desperate deep breaths he inhaled.

The room suddenly felt too small and Theo felt claustrophobic, a feeling he had never experienced before. The world was flashing before his eyes with every ragged breath he took.

“Y/N, please don’t go.” He whispered despite knowing she was already long gone by now. He wrapped his arms around himself, shaking. “Don’t go.” He repeated as an attempt to comfort himself. He harshly tugged at his hair, cursing at himself for being so stupid as to letting Y/N go.

He should have tried harder. He should have done everything she asked. He only had his reputation to worry about, but at what cost?

With his head hanging low, he made his way back towards his dorm, trusting his friends would bring his supplies back. He collapsed onto his bed, feeling numb. He was a little bit angry that Y/N broke it off so casually without much tears. Was he not worth it? He suddenly realized how Y/N felt, having to watch your lover walk away like nothing happened.

—

The days following the breakup were gloomy, and that was an understatement. Theo realized early that Y/N was much better at masking her feelings behind a fake facade of happiness than him. He spent every free hour wallowing in self-pity, hoping to catch another glimpse of Y/N like the good old days where he didn’t care about his relationship.

“Theo.” Pansy waved a hand in front of Theo’s face. He scowled, not wanting to go through another rant of how Blaise refused to make the first move. She sat beside him on the green couch, handing him a bottle of alcohol. It was the end of the term, and as always the Slytherin house decided to host a large party. Anybody was invited, unless your name was Harry Potter.

Draco had gone as far in their petty rivalry to hang up a sign at the entrance, stating “no Potters”allowed. He spelled Potter wrong at first, spelling it as pottery, which resulted in the Weasley twins bringing in jars of clay pottery. Theo quietly laughed at that.

“How’s your girl?” Pansy asked as she took a sip from her can of lemonade vodka.

“We broke up. She had enough of me- wait.” Theo quickly turned his head to stare at Pansy, “How do you know about Y/N?”

Pansy simply shrugged with a grin stretching across her lips. “Your words are convincing, Theo, but I’ve known you for a while. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking off and coming back with lipstick marks?”

Theo’s head hung low. “It doesn’t matter now. She’s done with me and vice versa.” He swirled his drink around before taking a gulp.

“You’re stupid, you know.” Pansy spoke up, “If you liked her so much, you shouldn’t have let her go.”

“I had no choice.”

“You had a choice. The door for you was wide open. You just never stepped inside, too scared of others’ opinions.”

“I’m a Pureblood. I can’t be dating a Hufflepuff girl.”

“You’re a boy, Theo. Three years from now, nobody will care that you dated a Hufflepuff.”

“I’ll care!” Theo exclaimed over the loud blaring music. Pansy didn’t flinch, only staring at him with a mix of pity and annoyance. “My parents expect me to marry a Slytherin girl.”

“You sacrificed your girlfriend for something your parents told you ten years ago?” Pansy was judging him now with a hardened stare. “Be careful how you treat girls, Theo. One day, you’ll realize the possibility of losing her is very much real.”

Pansy subtly pointed behind Theo. He glanced over his shoulder, his wandering gaze immediately spotting Y/N. Her friend, Alice, had an arm hooked around her while a boy was trying to hold a conversation.

“Do what you want, Theo. But if you don’t act fast, you’ll lose her for good.” Pansy stood up to retrieve another drink.

Theo, with his heart beating too fast to be healthy, jumped to his feet and pushed past the crowd. He didn’t know what he was going to do or what he was even going to say but he was determined to shove the other boy away.

Blaise was standing with Matteo on the other side of the room, holding a microphone. A dumb idea struck Theo, which he knew he was going to regret the moment he stepped onto that stage.

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she saw Theo walking through the crowd, scowling at anybody in his way. He caught her gaze and for a second she thought he was going to willingly talk to her in front of his peers. But he walked straight past, his shoulder lightly brushing hers.

Y/N deflated, all hope of having a second chance with Theo disappearing. Until she heard the microphone screech and the music abruptly stopped.

She didn’t have to turn to know who was interrupting the party. She heard his voice and immediately knew

“I’m going to fucking regret this. Matteo, shut your mouth or I’ll throw you out the window.” Theo said, glaring at his friend. He sighed before continuing. “I had a girlfriend.”

Some of the crowd lightly gasped, not expecting Hogwarts resident playboy to start his announcement off with that.

“She was sweet, and kind, and all I could ask for. But I cared more about what my family and friends thought so I lost her. I always promised her that I’d tell my friends about us but I never did so I’m doing it now. I don’t expect her to forgive me.” Theo glanced at Y/N who was already staring at him with her head tilted to the side slightly. “But I owe it to her.”

“Hurry up, man!” Someone shouted, “This is boring!”

“I’ll throw you into the black lake so it’s not boring!” Theo aggressively yelled back. “All I’m trying to say is that I had a girlfriend who wasn’t a Slytherin like most people expected. I was head over heels for a Hufflepuff.”

Theo didn’t hesitate to expose his secret. After years of stating he’d date a Slytherin to anybody who would listen, he ended up with a Hufflepuff instead of one of his lovesick Slytherin fangirls.

"Theo, man, I wanna get back to drinking. Are you done?!" Matteo yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth.

"Matteo, I'm done when I'm done! Y/N L/N is the girl I'm head over heels for, okay?! I forced her to keep our relationship hidden, and I will always regret that. She is smart, beautiful, and kind and if I had a chance to do it all over again, I would announce to the whole world that we were dating! After we broke up, I didn’t want anything else but to talk to her again. So I drew her over and over again and my mind was focused on only her.”

Matteo snickered from the side of the stage. “Dude.” He said, almost judging Theo for being so vulnerable.

“Shut up, you banged a Gryffindor girl then cried when she said it was nothing but a hookup. Don’t pretend like I didn’t see you sobbing and eating ice cream in the kitchen.” Theo wittily retorted.

That silenced Matteo.

“I don’t understand why as a Slytherin, I have to date another Slytherin. I can be happy with a Hufflepuff too, whoever I date doesn’t alter my way of living. Now I'm done, go get drunk, Matteo!" Theo shoved the microphone into Matteo's hands, glaring at him.

Theo found Y/N with Alice, who was intensely questioning the H/C-haired girl. “When were you going to tell me the Theodore Nott was your boyfriend?!” Alice yelled as she shook Y/N by the shoulders. "Were you ever going to tell us?!"

"Ex-boyfriend." Y/N quickly corrected her friend.

"Secret admirer, actually. Like old times." Theo butted in, standing behind Y/N with his hands shoved into his pockets. “I’m not demanding you to forgive me, Y/N.”

He kneeled down, gripping onto Y/N’s hands like his life depended on it. He had seen enough romance movies with Y/N to get the hint of what kind of guy she wanted.

“From now on, no more secrets. I don’t care if you never take me back, all I need is for you to look in my direction again. Let’s start over, Y/N.”

—

The school was buzzing with gossip after last night’s party, the word of Y/N and Theo’s relationship spreading fast.

“Is it true?” Hermione asked, leaning forward. “Were you really dating Theodore Nott?” Y/N silently smiled, sick of all the questions she was receiving. At least it was her last class for the day, she could return to her dorm after and sleep.

Y/N was the first out of the door when class ended. She turned down an empty hallway, a shortcut she would always take with Theo when she was too lazy to hike through the large castle.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” Someone questioned.

Y/N looked over her shoulder, half-expecting another guy to shoot his shot after hearing the news about her and Theo. Instead, it was actually Theo.

“I’m Theodore Nott, nice to meet you again.”

Y/N stared at his outstretched hand before slowly shaking it. “Nice to see you too, Theo. Where are you heading?”

“To the kitchen to bake some cookies with a certain beautiful girl. Would you care to tag along?”

When Theo said he wanted to start over, Y/N didn’t know he’d take it to the very beginning.

“What kind of cookies?” She asked as they walked through the hallway, hands linked.

“Your favourite along with a cup of coffee while you study herbology. Just like old times.”

[sirensplayhouse]

REVISION 101

now as we’re all aware revision has become quite the popular topic in the loass community as of late. for why ? I have no idea, but just like everything else y’all are confusing the everlasting hell out of it and each other. so sit back and relax because class is back in session with your favorite sirengodmother 🤝🏾

re·vi·sion (/rəˈviZH(ə)n/)

noun

the act of revising; the act of changing or correcting something, or the thing that has been changed or corrected

y’all know how if you bombed a test or assignment you’d be given the chance to revise it after school or sumn ? yea 🤝🏾

“Changing your life means changing the past. The causes of any present evil are the unrevised scenes of the past.” - Neville Goddard excerpt from ‘The Law and the Promise’

y’all seem to have this deep rooted belief that revision is anything but natural when in fact it is completely 100% natural. when you revise your going back into your imagination and rewriting how you want things to be.

y’all also seem to believe that manifesting presently and revising are on two different levels, and I’m here to tell you it’s not✋🏾

ok so siren since you’re saying all of this and it’s going in one ear and out the other , how do I revise ?

well glad you asked🤭revising is no different than manifesting in the present. (nie reread that until it’s engraved 🙂) the same way you’d affirm/visualize or do whatever that helps you manifest you can do it to revise. remember it all starts within you, in your wonderful human imagination

the past is never and will never be set in stone you can literally revise whatever you see fit.

success stories you might not think have anything to do with revision but they do

• diploma

• revision success stories

• revised parents

• revised never having an infection

• revised exams

• eye color change

•job

• appearance

• body change

• revised the date

• revised a death / another one

• parents

• another razzle dazzle

now there are some success stories missing I know someone asked me to tag revising a birthday and that’s somewhere on my page deep in the archives🧍🏾‍♀️

ok so you wanna revise/manifest your dream life ? lol what’s stopping you then ? revising that you’ve always lived your dream life is nothing hard. however you choose to manifest whether it’s through affirming, visualizing, scripting, etc, doesn’t matter.

if you’re using affs affirm in the past tense “ I have been living my dream life (for however long)”, “I manifested my dream life (so and so long ago)” , “ I have always had my db/df (or whatever your manifesting / revising”

if you’re visualizing then visualize a scene in where the past has been rewritten to what you want it to be. Neville in ‘The Law and the Promise’ spoke of a woman who revised a life long back injury that she had endured, simply by visualizing herself back in the past and revising the events that caused her injury.

“To revise the past is to re-construct it with new content. Man should daily relive the day as he wished he had lived it, revising the scenes to make them conform to his ideals. For instance, suppose today's mail brought disappointing news. Revise the letter. Mentally rewrite it and make it conform to the news you wish you had received. Then, in imagination, read the revised letter over and over again and this will arouse the feeling of naturalness; and imaginal acts become facts as soon as we feel natural in the act. This is the essence of revision and revision results in repeal.” - Neville Goddard

when you’re revising something you’ll have all the memories of it and the experience. for example I revised always having my back dimples pierced, and when I woke up the next morning I saw them. I had all the memories of going to get them done and I remembered how it felt to get them done.

some anon knowledge for y’all

also for the girlies that want to manifest always living (ie; revising😑) their dream life and manifest never manifesting it ? pleaseeeee 😭yes it’s possible but like I said that’s literally revision

now that we got all of that cleared😮‍💨I sincerely hope (and I’m manifesting strongly) that everyone who was confused about revision or had reserves about it completely understood /understands everything I’ve written here. because idk how many more revision questions I can take🫠

[writeplace-wrongtime]

The Bet

*cracks knuckles* fine, I'll do it myself.

Okay but seriously, I've only binge watched the first 6 seasons of criminal minds, so I'm probably a bit off with character personalities.

This turned into mostly the team finding out, so if anyone wants a part 2 with more scenes pre-reveal I'd love to write it!

masterlist coming soon

Word Count: 3k

CW// brief mention of kidnapping case, use of y/n (i'm sorry), not beta'd

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‘When was the last time you saw Hotch leave before the rest of us?’

The most recent case had been a relatively short one, allowing the team to get back to Quantico reasonably early. A young man caught kidnapping local women, caught easily when he appeared on CCTV taking his latest victim. Three women, three days. All had minor injuries, but all were alive. It had been the ideal end to the case and no loss of life meant the paperwork was minimal.

Emily’s voice caught the attention of Derek, who followed her gaze to the elevator, where the Unit Chief stood waiting. He raised his eyebrows, trying to think back on the last few months of late nights, week-long cases and multiple middle of the night calls.

‘Not since before his divorce,’ Spencer piped up helpfully from behind his desk, packing away the days half-finished reports and case notes before he too looked up. ‘Hey, has anyone seen y/l/n? They mentioned going for food on the jet, and I know this really nice Indian restaurant not far from here, I was going to suggest we all go.’

Now that Emily thought about it, she hadn’t seen you after you’d gone to Hotch’s office to drop off your report. Barely five minutes later, Hotch had made a beeline for the elevator, leaving unusually early compared to normal, and then you too had disappeared.

‘Holy shit.’ The dots were connecting in her head. ‘They’re totally hooking up!’

This gathered the full attention of everyone in the room.

‘Who’s hooking up?’ Penelope had her bag in hand as she peeked in the door, drawn to the gossip like a moth to a flame.

‘Y/l/n and Hotch!’

‘Oh my god!’ Penelope was quick to rush over to the group now huddled around Emily’s desk.

‘No way,’ Derek was shaking his head, arms crossed over his chest. They’d been working as a team for years, there’s no way you and Hotch were in a secret relationship, and no one had noticed. ‘Come on, you really think they could have hidden something like that from us?’

Spencer shrugged, joining the conversation fully. ‘Hotch hid the fact that Emily was alive from all of us for months, so a secret relationship wouldn’t be that hard for him.’ Emily grimaced at the comparison, searching for any hint of bitterness in his tone, though found none. He had been hurt that they hadn’t trusted him to know the secret, but that hurt had faded over the couple years since Emily had returned. He offered her an apologetic smile, as if only realising what he’d said.

‘Want to make this more interesting?’ Quick to bring the conversation back to inane office gossip, Emily reached into her bag to pull out her purse. ‘100 dollars they’re doing it.’

‘Oh, you’re on. 100 they’re not.’ Derek placed two fifties on top of Emily’s two. Another two went down, and they both looked up to see Spencer sheepishly tucking his wallet back into his pocket.

‘I think they’ve been dating for a couple weeks now, I assumed everyone else had noticed.’

Quickly, Penelope had joined, and much to everyone’s surprise, so did Rossi. Penelope thought they’d just started dating, and Rossi thought it had been at least six months. JJ scooped up the cash, promising to be a neutral party to assure the winner got the whole lot. Plus, when this inevitably went wrong, she did not want to be involved in the fallout.

‘Okay, but how do we get them to admit-‘

‘Or not admit,’ Derek cut in.

‘Or not admit, what’s going on?’ Emily mused. Everyone’s eyes instantly went to Penelope.

‘Oh no, no, no-‘

Penelope’s office felt quite cramped with some many people in it, the space only meant to house one technical analyst, not one technical analyst and five nosey special agents. Five nosey agents who were all huddled around Penelope to peer at the screen over her shoulders.

‘Oh it does not feel right tracking their phones like this,’ Penelope’s fingers danced across the keys as she brought up both locations, ‘My powers should only be used for good, not- not snooping on our friends personal lives!’ Still, she let the trace run its course, displaying the address for the others to see.

‘That’s Hotch’s apartment.’ Spencer recognised the address immediately. Two little dots blinked on the screen, Hotch’s address hovering above them.

‘So they’re together, that doesn’t mean they’re hooking up.’ Derek knew his argument was weak, but hell he had 100 dollars riding on it.

‘Oh come on, they sneak out and go to Hotch’s apartment and you think they’re what, making cookies?’

‘Kids, stop fighting,’ Dave put a hand on both Derek and Emily’s shoulders. ‘Why don’t you just phone y/l/n, invite them for food, see what happens.’

‘You think they’d lie to us?’ Spencer asked, as Penelope pulled out her phone and dialled your number.

‘They’ve been lying to us about this for weeks, if you’re bet is right anyway,’ Emily nudged him with her elbow. He nudged her back.

‘Technically it’s an omission not a lie, since none of us directly asked if they’re-‘

‘Shhh its ringing!’ The room fell to silence as Penelope put her phone to her ear.

~

Even though it had been a short case, you had been looking forward to getting back. And by how quickly Aaron had offered up his apartment for a movie night, he had been too. It was important to keep a clear line between boss and boyfriend while in the field, and it was only professional to stay in separate rooms during cases, so it felt good to have Aaron back in boyfriend mode, with comforting touches and quality time away from the office, away from the titles and roles that accompanied your positions at the BAU.

You had finished your report in record time. It was pure luck that everyone was too caught up in their own work to notice you slipping away. After dropping your report on Aaron’s desk, you had made a quick exit, waiting by Aaron’s car until he joined you in the car park. It had become routine to leave short gaps between your arrivals and exits, allowing the illusion that you had travelled separately, from different apartments, in different cars. It was a short ride back to his apartment.

You had only just settled back against Aaron’s side, a bowl of popcorn perched between your thighs when your phone buzzed.

‘Hey beautiful, where’d you run off to?’ Penelope’s sweet voice rang out from the other end of the line, ‘We’re going for food, you coming with?’

You glanced sideways at Aaron, who kept his eyes on the TV, though you knew he was listening in by the way his arm tensed around you. You gently squeezed the arm closest to you, relaxing further into his hold so he knew you weren’t planning on leaving.

‘Sorry Pen, not tonight, I’m, uh, not feeling great after today’s case…’ You trailed off, hoping she’d accept the excuse and you’d be home free. You should’ve known it wouldn’t be as simple as that. There was pause, and you could’ve sworn you could hear hushed conversation. Must’ve been the rest of the team packing up to leave. You felt almost guilty that they were still at the office, when you’d left as soon as your own report was done.

‘Oh honey!’ Her voice was laced with sympathy, ‘That’s it, we’ll bring the food to you! Nothing like good food and company to cheer up the soul!’ Your head fell back against Aaron’s chest with more force than necessary. Curse her and her kindness.

‘No, no it’s okay, really-‘ You tried to prevent your voice from giving away your panic, ‘No need to go out of your way! Tell the guys I said enjoy!’

‘Its not out of our way at all! See you in twenty, gorgeous.’ The line went dead before you had a chance to respond. You could feel the vibrations of Aaron’s quiet laugh behind you, tilting your head back to look up at him.

‘You think this funny?’ Your words were pointed, but the smile on your lips gave away your hidden amusement. In lieu of an answer, he leaned down to pepper kisses along your shoulder, the side of your neck, anywhere he could reach. You savoured the warmth of his lips against your skin, a soft moan escaping your parted lips as the kisses became more heated. Tilting your head back to give him easier access, you let out a disappointed whine when he instead detached from you, gently pushing you up until you were sitting straight.

‘They’re going to be at your apartment soon,’ He reminded you, giving your arm a squeeze before moving to stand. Your cheeks were flushed red, taking a few steadying breaths as he took the popcorn from your lap, placing it on the coffee table, before holding his hands out to you. Shooting him a mock glare, you resigned yourself to getting off the comfortable couch and getting your shoes on. As much as you loved your co-workers, so much that they were practically family, you really did not want to spend the evening with them, not when you could be curled up on the couch with Aaron, pretending the outside world didn’t exist.

‘Shit,’ You nearly tripped over your untied laces in your hurry to turn, ‘My car’s still at the office, Aaron I don’t have time to get back there, get my car AND-‘ Your words were halted by the soft press of his lips on yours. Clearly, you weren’t the only one wishing you could stay. Melting against him, your hands found purchase on the solid expanse of his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft material of his t-shirt. He pulled back, just far enough so he could press his forehead against yours.

‘I’ll drive,’ His voice was quiet in the minimal space between you, ‘Tell them your car broke down and I offered you a lift home.’ You just hummed your agreement, too caught up in his closeness to really be paying full attention. Overwhelming warmth encompassed you as you breathed in the faint smell of his cologne, trying to catalogue the feeling in your mind as your panic disappeared with the gentlest of touches.

‘Or,’ You offered mildly, blinking up at him through your lashes, ‘We could just turn our phones off, lock the door, and deal with all of this tomorrow?’ Soft open-mouthed kisses were pressed to the column of his throat in between your words, hands climbing to wrap around the back of his neck. Your fingertips teased the baby hairs at the base of his skull. You knew he wouldn’t take you up on the offer, even when his hands gripped at your waist, pulling you flush against him as he once again claimed your lips with his.

 It had been a tough decision, keeping the relationship from your team, but you had both ultimately decided that it was for the best, at least while things were still new. Then, six weeks had turned into six months, and six months into nearly a year. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a secret, and you nearly wanted the team to catch on. You’d met Jessica, and had a proper introduction to Jack, even going so far as to have gone to a few of his soccer practices at Jack’s insistence. You had been slowly moving your stuff into his room, small things like toiletries, pyjamas and a few spare work outfits. You spent more time at Aaron’s apartment than your own. You loved it. What you didn’t love, was having to hide it all from your friends.

‘We really should go,’ Aaron murmured against your lips, ‘At least you’ll get free food out of this.’

You laughed softly at that, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back, cheeks dusted pink. ‘I’d rather have you.’ A rare boyish grin was your only response, before he turned to grab his keys and you quickly tied your laces. You were soon on the familiar road home.

 ~

They didn’t wait around to see if you were rushing from Hotch’s apartment, instead piling into the back of Derek’s car haphazardly. All but JJ, who had familial responsibilities, and Rossi who just wanted to go home, managed to fit into one SUV.  If Rossi had been with them to take some of the blame, Derek might’ve even thrown on the sirens and lights. Instead, he skipped through a few orange lights, and just barely stuck to the speed limits. When they arrived at the Indian restaurant, Spencer was sent to pick up the order, being deemed least likely to do something stupid like flash his badge for quicker service. Emily followed him inside to help carry it all back to the car. Even without the badge, they managed to make it in and out in under ten minutes. Luck was on their side, getting them to your apartment just 25 minutes after Penelope had hung up on you.

When they came to a stop outside your apartment complex, your car wasn’t parked in its normal spot, and they had a moment of celebration before Spencer realised the light was on inside. A light that meant you had beat them.

They all had to hide their disappointment when you greeted them at the door, not showing any sign of having rushed from one apartment to the other. Being one of the closer apartments to the office, yours was often used as a base for nights out, girl’s nights, and team movie-nights. It was the team’s apartment more than it had ever been just yours. Moving seamlessly through your kitchen grabbing plates, cutlery and glasses, Emily and Penelope set to organising the food, while Spencer and Derek moved your coffee table to the centre of the room so everyone could sit around it. It warmed you to know they felt at home here.

‘I’ll have to get someone to look at it tomorrow,’ You sounded morose enough that Emily almost believed your “car trouble” story. She just hummed her commiserations before stealing some chicken from your Jalfrezi. As much as she’d hoped to catch you and Hotch in your lie – or omission as Spencer would remind her – she enjoyed spending time with you, and this had been the perfect excuse for a team night.

‘Hotch didn’t stick around after dropping you off?’ Emily asked casually, scooping up a mouthful of curry with the edge of a poppadom. If you noticed the groups sudden interest in your conversation you didn’t show it. You shook your head, pushing the thought of his hands on your waist and his lips on your skin, out of your mind.

‘He was just being nice, he probably has better things to be doing after a case than hanging out here.’

Derek had to hide his laugh with a cough. You frowned at him, but before you could question it, Emily dragged you back into a conversation about Sergio and how he stole her bagel the other day. She glared at Derek when you weren’t looking. Conversation flowed easily after that, and it wasn’t long before everyone was on their second helping of food and the booze cupboard had been ransacked.

‘Hey babygirl, you seeing what I’m seeing?’ Derek had just sat back down with his second full plate when he spotted it; the start of your downfall. He nudged Penelope, nodding his head toward you. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before rising nearly to her hairline. A sharp “oh my god” left her lips, before she covered her mouth. Just beneath the edge of your oversized t-shirt, a small red mark was blooming on your skin. It looked suspiciously like a hickey. A very, very new one at that. Penelope’s little outburst was quickly noted by Emily, who paused mid-conversation to notice what they had. Her shit-eating grin matched Derek’s perfectly.   

‘What?’ You frowned at her, quickly glancing at Spencer opposite you. He shrugged, offering no help.

‘Maybe Hotch stuck around for a little while after all?’ There was a teasing lilt to her tone as she reached out to tug your collar a little lower. You could feel heat rising up your neck into your cheeks, a beautiful shade of crimson. Covering the offending mark with your hand, you tried to come up with an excuse. Nothing came. Opening your mouth and then closing it a few times, you tried to look anywhere but at your friends. You were caught and you knew it. They knew it too.

‘Is there any point in me saying I burnt myself?’ You tried for a smile, but it turned out more like a grimace.

‘Nope.’ Emily said, popping the “p”.

‘Aaron and I, we, uh…’ You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your blush darkening, as Penelope mouthed “Aaron!” at Emily, who practically giggled. You were going to have to restock your alcohol cupboard before they came round again. You took a breath, glancing around the room. All eyes were on you.

 ‘We’re dating.’

There was an immediate outburst of “oh my god!”s and “I knew it!”s. You had expected to feel awful when your secret was finally out in the open, but all you could feel was relief. Well, and a tinge of embarrassment. Warmth bubbled in your chest, looking around the room at your team, your family, knowing you didn’t have to hide it from them anymore.

‘What ya thinking about over there?’ Emily nudged your arm, a small tendril of guilt creeping through her. You’d obviously wanted to spend your evening with Hotch, and instead they’d dragged you away in a hurry, all just to invade your privacy. A small grin broke through your façade.

‘I’m thinking, seeing as it’s not a secret anymore, I can leave you losers and go back to spending the night with my boyfriend.’ A chorus of cheers followed your words, and someone (you suspected Emily) shouted “Go get some, girl!”.

Spencer wrinkled his nose at that. ‘Gross, remember that’s Hotch we’re taking about, he’s pretty much our work dad.’ His words caused a laugh to bubble in your chest, and you leaned over Emily to plant a big kiss on his cheek.

‘Guess that makes me your new work-mom!’ He made a big show of wiping your kiss from his cheek, but the small smile that followed gave away his charade.

‘What are you waiting for beautiful? Your man is waiting for you!’ Your wide grin echoed Penelope’s as she ushered you up and out of the living room. Your overnight gear was already at Aaron’s, so all you needed was your shoes and phone. You felt almost giddy as you threw the spare key to Spencer.

‘Don’t stay up too late kiddos!’

‘Hey, hold on a second,’ You glanced at Derek, who had started stacking plates to take to the kitchen, ‘How long has this been going on?’

‘Oh… Y’know, only about 11… months.’ You shot them an abashed smile, before darting for the door as all hell broke loose.

‘You didn’t win the bet either!’ Emily and Derek’s argument floated out the door with you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Of course they had bet on it. You didn’t have it in you to care, instead shutting the door with a sound click. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled Aaron’s number.

‘Hey handsome,’ You couldn’t help the smile that carried through in your words, ‘You want to finish that movie?’

[mysticheathenn]

Your Ideal Person VS Who your Soulmate is

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card is all about how you see yourself versus how others see you. This is a Patreon exclusive for all tiers.

Remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

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Who is your Ideal Person? (What do you want to attract)

What will your person be like? (The "One" / Soulmate")

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Pile l:

What type do you typically go for? (Who do you keep attracting) Tarot: 6 of Pentacles (Reversed), Justice, The Emperor (reversed), 6 of Cups (reversed), The Sun.

Two words: Losers & Pretenders. The song Pretenders by Foo Fighters popped into my head as soon as the Sun card came out to tie the pile together pile l. The type of person you typically go for are those who appeal to be one way but show up as something completely different. Similar to the song Stranger by Hilary Duff where she mentions in front of everyone you are the perfect person but behind closed doors you're nothing but a lie, a con artist, a loser. Your type possibly approached you with love bombing where they fed you a lot with false hope, and promises, saying that you deserve the world but their actions never back it up and it typically takes you a while for you to catch on but when you do you find it hard to leave because wanting to give this person the benefit of the doubt. For some of you, it's not even that, you're just d*ck or p*ssy whipped and can't let go of that. Your type isn't very generous even though they can be, just not towards you. They may come off as toxic masculine or even appear as masculine but again behind closed doors they are not that. The vibe I'm getting from your pile is you may have a thing for Alpha podcasters or pick-me podcasters. Those who claim they lay down the law when in reality they just transmute bullshit, manipulation, toxicity, etc. Remember energy has nothing to do with gender so this can go for anyone.

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What type do you typically go for? (What do you keep attracting) Tarot: The Emperor, Judgement, 8 of Cups, Ace of Cups, King of Wands, 6 of Swords (reversed)

Two words Pile ll: Toxic and Passion. Two songs popped into my head, Fetish by Selena Gomez and Toxic by Kehlani. A popular Tv couple also sprung into my head and it's Olivia Pope and Fitzgerald Grant from Scandal and in the words of our girl Olivia Pope: "I want that painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love."You love your relatiponships toxic where you break up and make up agai with classic make up sex. Might I add kinky, rough, and passionate sex..I feel some of you like to be twisted like a pretzel, ahaha. No kink shaming here, lord knows I like it too. Another song came through it's by Beyonce Up All Night.

" So many people that I know, they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I'm gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya"

Some of you keep going back to a cheater. If not a cheater maybe you are a side chick, mistress, maybe even sex worker for some of you, but overall the people you love to attract just aren't shit. But you can't help but keep falling for them because they fill some sort of emotional and sometimes even physical need that you feel you can't find anywhere else. This reminds me of when SZA mentioned her ex-fiance and how no one competes to the connection that they had. You may feel this way about the kind of people you attract romantically pile ll. You can't seem to let them go sometimes until you feel it's too much but then you are right back at it again with this person in the same cycle never wanting it to end. Hoping that what you guys do share is enough. I can tell this question "Is it enough?" may keep you up at night sometimes. Some of you the type you attract support you financially, some physically, others, emotionally.

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What type do you typically go for? (Who do you keep attracting?) Tarot: Queen of Cups, 3 of Swords, King of Swords (reversed), 7 of Pentacles (reversed), The Chariot (reversed)

Two Words: Maneater & Manipulator. Maneater by Nelly Furtado is playing in my head as I look at your cards pile ll. You love to go for the bad boy/Girl/person type pile lll. Some of you keep dealing with heartbreak when it comes to the people who you keep attracting. They come in as a smooth talker and then leave you high and dry after they get what they wanted out of you. Whatever that is some of you it's sex, some it's money, your time. your beauty, or just for you to be their emotional dump. You may also be the type of person who when someone leaves you they find their person right afterwards. This is only for a select few of you. Overall you never get anywhere with your type because when you think things are going good things take a wild turn and you're left in confusion as to what happened. Why again are you going through people who don't truly want to deal with you but what you can give them. Culture Club "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me:

"Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? Precious kisses, words that burn me Lovers never ask you why In my heart, the fire's burning"

You are tired, lonely, and worn out by the people who come into your life. You just want someone genuine I feel.

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[missglaskin]

Yan!Targaryen boys with a Stark!Darling 

Reader is similar to Lyanna’s place per request, which got deleted while I was working on it. 

I have also added other Targaryen boys because they need much more love

Warnings: EXPLICIT, implications/some details of Noncon (especially with Maegor) so beware 

Daemon Targaryen 

It was during a tourney where you first met the rogue prince. Where he had crowned you the maiden of love and beauty. A deed that infuriated your betrothed’s house. Despite knowing better, you indulged in the act; speaking to the rogue prince the following day. Maybe it's your betrothed being a drunken old fool that made you entangle yourself with the charming and spirited prince Daemon.

And then a day came when he gifted you a necklace, gasping in awe when seeing it's made of Valyrian steel. And before long, the rogue prince invited himself to your chambers. Laying on top of you, slamming thick cock in and out of your gushing hole. Your expression melts into pure bliss and lips open in a silent scream as the powerful orgasm seeps over you.

Soon you sought him out so often. That it was inevitable. Telling him all while weeping. You're with child. But Daemon doesn't appear to be in the least bit concerned, and he calmly makes a suggestion; wed him. So you did, even when he already had a wife and you were promised to another.

Maegor I Targaryen 

In Winterfell, everyone was astonished to see the enormous silhouette in the sky resembling one of a dragon landing. The enormous black dread fills the heart with terror as its head turns. The crowd moves aside so that the lady of Winterfell can approach the beast. Watched by King Maegor as she tries to scale the large dragon.

As soon as he noticed the king's eyes following you around the court, your father sent you to Winterfell with the intention of having you wed off to someone else. But Maegor had other ideas, not only threatening your house but also that of your betrothed. Truly, you never knew what made you catch his eye, but does it matter when your fate has already been sealed.

Instead of the wedding you expected, it's the first taste of what is to come that greets you. After Maegor landed, far from other people's lines of sight. His full weight is on top of you, breasts flattened against his chest. His cock buried deep inside your cunt as he moves, hating how your walls clench so tightly around his length. After that, you are welcomed by a wedding. All with bruised hips and dried cum-stained thighs.

Jacaerys Velaryon 

You were enthralled by Jace the moment he set foot on Winterfell, and so was he. You had to remind the prince many times of your betrothal, even so, you kept giving in to his advances. And soon you’ve stopped reminding him and even grown to forget the man you’re meant to wed. And shortly after, lust started to replace infatuation. The first time you fucked was in the snow. It wasn't an ideal first time, but it was certainly a fond memory. It was before you exchanged your wedding vows, bribing some drunk septon.

In your chambers, the two of you continued your wedding night. As you climb up on top of him, meeting his lips as you grab his cock teasing the head through your slick folds. Jace whines into your mouth as you slowly sank down his cock. His hand reaches to grab your hips, gently guiding you in back-and-forth movements. The sound of your shared moans echoed through the chambers.

But everything comes to an end when the septon confesses to your brother out of guilt. And when a servant informs him they heard noises coming from your chambers, it only infuriated him more. Your brother probably would have killed Jace if you hadn't stepped in. You confess that the two of you are wed. And your brother frowns, asking if you truly understand the implications of this. That Winterfell will no longer be your home. And in all your recklessness, you failed to see this.

Baelon Targaryen 

Baelon was always been sweet to you, even now, as he consoles you after learning about your arrangement. It seems both of your fathers had plans. But so did he. There you were given instructions to meet him at the dragon pit late at night using certain passages. And you followed his instructions to the letter; as promised, he was there to greet you atop Vhagar. When Baelon landed Vhagar, a septon met you there, and you and Baelon were secretly married soon after.

Your maidenhood was already taken by Baelon, many times in fact. Yet that night felt far more intimate. You whimper when feeling his length slowly filling you up and half-lidded eyes are on you as he pushes himself deeper. Your nipples peaked against his chest, a mantra of pleads uttered from your lips, swollen and flushed. Baelon’s breathy moans reach your ears, feeling you clench so tightly around his cock. His body tensed as he came, creaming you with all his cum. 

Both of your families were furious when you two returned to King's Landing, but as was to be expected, nothing was done beyond a few lectures and disappointed looks. Living in King's Landing, where summer lasts a lot longer and having a devoted husband as your only companion, you assumed you'd be the happiest person alive. Yet, there are times where you feel homesick. Telling Baelon you wish to go home, only for him to press a gentle kiss on your head and tell you you’re already home.

Aegon II Targaryen 

Right from the start, Aegon made his intentions known. Whichever lord you were engaged to didn't matter to him. He wants you, and Aegon always gets what he wants. The worst predicament is that you actually enjoy it; given that the man you are supposed to marry is rumored to be already old, the idea of a young, charming prince pursuing you thrills you in the most heinous ways. You should’ve resisted his advances when he had you in a corner, instead, your body ached for his touch.

And when the prince asked for you to come to his chambers, you did so. Many times after, you come to find the prince loves to lie down and watch you do all the work. Lips exhaling as you sat down on him slowly, feeling his girth filling you up. Aegon throws his head back in pleasure as his hands are on your waist to guide you. His hands at times stray to your breasts, fingers brushing your nipples until it hardens, pinching it just to hear your low hiss.

Every other night, you have to push the prince off of you so you can leave his bed to not get caught by the servants. But this time, he convinced you to stay. In the morning, you sensed a presence. It wasn’t a servant. You wished it was. Instead, it was his mother, horrifyingly staring at the two of you. You screech, reaching for the covers to cover your naked body, and tried to get out of bed, but a hand grabs you. It’s Aegon who’s now awake, dragging you closer to him as he speaks to his mother as if there wasn’t a naked person in his bed.

Daeron I Targaryen 

It was the hour of the owl. A knock was hard, and the instinct in your gut warned you against opening the door. Still, you've opened it and greeted by the sight of Daeron. Your stomach flutters under his intense gaze. You knew why he was here. To Daeron, he saw you first. That staked his claim before whatever lord your father arranged you to. This was his way of getting back to your father. His way of ensuring his claim. After all, when have you ever known Daeron to ever back down.

Daeron closes the distance, moving his lips on yours, tongue coaxing your lips apart. And before long, Daeron was on top of you. A heavy weight builds in the pit of your stomach with him rolling his hips in a way that his cock will brush every inch of your inner walls. His eyes never left yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan. His hot cum flooding your inner walls.

You dread waking up the next day. Having to face your father's wrath over what transpired. He'd have lunged at the prince right then and there, but he chose to value his life more. Your father made you know of his disappointment as he watched you and Daeron exchange vows. You wondered if it was all worth it even days after your husband was crowned king and you his queen.

Aemond Targaryen 

You didn’t have the heart to see Aemond upon hearing of your arrangement. The thought of facing him was too daunting. On the day before you depart for Winterfell, you hear a knock on your door late at night and it comes as no surprise when you see the prince. Before you can even have a chance to speak, Aemond makes you a proposal. As the years went by, your heart came to only yearn for him, and at the moment where love engulfed your mind and senses, you agreed to it. 

Holding hands as you sneak through the hallways. Finding yourself in some secret place face to face with a Septon. You thought you always wanted this. So why does your hand waver. Finally, it dawns on you what you've done and the repercussions that'll follow. Yet you two already said your vows. There's a sliver of hope that this all can be fixed; after all, you haven't consummated your union yet. But Aemond has already made up his mind.

And not seconds later, the prince has buried his face between your thighs-your nightgown pulled up to your hips. Feeling a tight pressure on your stomach as he licks between your folds like a starved man. And all soon finding yourself forgetting any doubts or the fury that will be shown to you in the morning as his thick cock fills you up and stretches you wide.

[nayziiz]

Shadows | LN4

Summary: [Mafia] In the face of dire financial troubles, Lando receives a desperate plea from his father to unearth a lucrative solution within the family business. Fueled by the pressure to rescue his family from ruin, Lando stumbles upon a seemingly perfect venture—using luxury cars as a facade for the clandestine world of drug trafficking. With the unexpected partnership of Amelia Rossi, his father's best friend's daughter, Lando believes he has found the ideal accomplice. However, as the Norris family collides with the ambitious Russells in a ruthless bid to establish their dominance, the perilous path Lando has chosen places not only his newfound enterprise at stake but also entangles Amelia in the dangerous crossfire that unfolds.

Warning: Violence, drugs, blood, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Amelia Rossi) - appearances from other drivers

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Chapter 6

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the quiet dealership, the air thick with anticipation as the day unfolded with the promise of new arrivals and potential threats looming on the horizon. Amelia stood amidst a pristine row of cars, her mind buzzing with the myriad tasks that lay ahead.

The sudden ring of her phone shattered the calm, pulling her back to the present moment with a jolt. She answered with a sense of trepidation, knowing that the caller held news that could potentially disrupt the fragile peace of the morning.

“Good morning.” Amelia greeted as soon as she answered the call.

“I have some men keeping an eye on George and some of his guys. There seems to be chatter about visiting you at the dealership today.” As Lando's voice filled her ear, Amelia's brow furrowed in concern, the weight of his words settling heavily on her shoulders.

“Fantastic. I have five new cars coming in and then I still have to deal with him too.” She muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she processed the information.

“Do you want me to come down? I’m just a few blocks away.” Lando offered.

With a deep sigh, she braced herself for the challenges that lay ahead, her determination unwavering despite the mounting pressure. She knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not with George and his cronies lurking on the outskirts of her world.

As Lando offered his support, Amelia couldn't help but feel a flicker of gratitude amidst the chaos. She knew he had her back, even if his penchant for gallows humour grated on her nerves at times.

“I can handle myself, Lando.” She assured him, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “But I appreciate the offer.”

“I know. I'm just scared you'll actually end up killing him too.” Lando confessed, his tone tinged with apprehension.

“I might just kill you if you keep making stupid jokes.” Amelia retorted, a hint of playful irritation in her voice.

Despite her assurances, Lando couldn't shake the nagging fear that she might be pushed to her limits, driven to desperate measures in the face of George's relentless harassment.

The familiar chime of the bell above the entrance signaled the arrival of a visitor to Amelia's showroom. She looked up from her desk to see George striding confidently through the door, his presence casting a shadow over the room. His silhouette seemed to fill the space, emanating an aura of self-assurance and authority.

Amelia's pulse quickened at the sight of him, her instincts immediately alerting her to the potential trouble his visit might bring. She quickly glanced at her phone, noting Lando's message with a mixture of relief and apprehension.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I’ll talk to you when he’s left.” Amelia informed Lando and with a resigned sigh, ended the phone call.

As George drew closer, Amelia felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach, a familiar sensation of dread creeping over her. She had hoped that their previous encounters had been the end of it, but it seemed that George was not so easily deterred. His presence in her showroom was a stark reminder of the looming threat he posed to her and everything she had worked so hard to build.

Suppressing the urge to let her apprehension show, Amelia forced herself to maintain a composed facade as George approached her. She plastered on a polite smile, though it felt strained and insincere.

“George, what a surprise.” She greeted him, her voice tinged with false warmth. “Are you here to accuse me of more foul business or something worse this time around?”

“I'm here with pure intentions, Amelia, no need to get defensive.” George replied smoothly, his tone seemingly casual despite the gravity of the situation. Amelia raised an eyebrow, her scepticism thinly veiled.

“Go on, then.” She urged him, her voice betraying a hint of impatience.

“I do want that Mercedes you showed me the other day, but I'd like to take it for a test drive first.” George stated, his request seemingly innocuous.

Amelia's guard remained firmly in place as she considered his words. She knew better than to take anything at face value, especially when it came to George and his motives.

“That can be arranged. I'll have Ollie take you out.” She suggested, her response measured and professional. George shook his head, his expression inscrutable.

“No. I'd like you to accompany me.” He insisted, his tone brooking no argument.

Amelia's demeanour stiffened at his request, her instincts urging caution. She knew better than to acquiesce to George's demands, especially given their tumultuous history.

“I don't do the test drives, unfortunately.” She replied, her voice tinged with regret. George's gaze hardened, a hint of frustration flickering across his features.

“Surely you can make an exception for an old friend.” He pressed, his tone coaxing.

Amelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his thinly veiled attempt at manipulation. She knew better than to let sentiment cloud her judgement, especially when it came to George.

“It's not within our protocols for the owner to do test drives.” She explained with a firm tone.

“Not even for someone who has damning evidence against you?” George countered, his words landing like a blow.

Amelia's breath caught in her throat at his implication, her mind racing to comprehend the gravity of his words. She knew that George had the potential to cause irreparable damage if given the chance, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down, not even for a moment.

“If this is your way of scaring me, you’re not.” She replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside her. “I have not done anything wrong, and I will not be taking you on a test drive. If you'd still like to purchase the car, Ollie will assist with pleasure. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a meeting.”

Back in her office, Amelia hastily gathered her belongings, her mind racing with a sense of urgency. She tucked her laptop under her arm and grabbed her purse, her movements quick and decisive as she prepared to leave the dealership behind. The weight of George's ominous presence lingered in the air, driving her to escape the confines of the showroom before his influence could take hold.

As she made her way toward the exit, her steps quickened with each passing moment, a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. She couldn't shake the feeling that George's unexpected visit was the harbinger of something far more sinister, and she was determined to put as much distance between herself and the looming threat as possible.

Outside, the cool breeze provided a welcome respite from the stifling atmosphere of the showroom. Amelia took a deep breath, the rush of air filling her lungs with a newfound sense of clarity. She glanced back at the dealership one last time, her gaze lingering on the familiar facade before she turned on her heel and strode purposefully toward her Ferrari SF90. She pulled out her phone and texted Lando.

“Where did you say you were?” Amelia's fingers moved swiftly over the screen of her phone as she typed out the message to Lando, her heart rate quickening with each passing moment.

“At Velocity. All good?” He instantly responded.

“On my way now.” Amelia replied before shoving her phone into her purse.

As she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the bustling streets of the city, a sense of purpose filled her veins. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as she struggled to steady her breathing, the rapid thud of her heart reverberating in her ears. Panic surged through her veins, threatening to overwhelm her with its suffocating grip. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to regain control, but the feeling of dread persisted, refusing to be banished.

With trembling fingers, she reached for the door handle, her movements slow and deliberate but she couldn’t build up the strength to open the door. Her thoughts raced uncontrollably, a whirlwind of scenarios. It was as if her mind had been hijacked by an unseen force, plunging her into a vortex of panic and dread. She felt disconnected from reality, as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up.

Amelia's vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. She felt a sense of impending doom closing in on her, suffocating her with its weight. Every sound seemed amplified, every movement exaggerated, sending her senses into overdrive.

Desperate for relief, she clutched at her chest, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. But the more she fought against it, the tighter the grip of panic became. It was as if an invisible hand was squeezing the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath.

As the minutes stretched into eternity, Amelia's body trembled with exhaustion, drained by the relentless onslaught of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She longed for the calm that had deserted her, praying for the storm inside her to finally subside.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the panic attack started to fade. Like a storm passing overhead, the chaos in her mind gradually gave way to a fragile sense of calm. Amelia took deep, shaky breaths, feeling the remnants of panic loosen their grip on her. Though exhausted and shaken, she knew she had weathered the storm once again.

Concern etched deep lines on Lando's face as he approached Amelia's Ferrari, his heart pounding in his chest with each step. The sight of her struggling for breath sent a jolt of fear coursing through him, propelling him into action. Without hesitation, he reached for the door handle and swung it open, his movements swift and sure as he leaned in to help her out.

“Amelia, what's wrong?” Lando's voice was filled with genuine concern as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a comforting embrace. He could feel the tension radiating from her body, the tremors that shook her frame betraying the turmoil raging within.

“It's okay, I've got you.” He murmured soothingly, his words a gentle reassurance in the midst of her panic. He guided her out of the car and onto steady ground, his touch firm yet tender as he steadied her trembling form.

Inside the dimly lit interior of the club, Lando guided Amelia to a secluded corner, away from the pulsating rhythms of the DJ’s soundcheck. He pulled out a chair for her to sit, his gaze soft with concern as he watched her take a seat.

“I'll be right back.” He promised, squeezing her hand gently before disappearing into the crowd. Moments later, he returned with a glass of water, beads of condensation glistening on its surface.

“Here.” He said softly, offering her the glass. “Take small sips, okay? It'll help.”

Amelia nodded gratefully, accepting the glass with trembling hands. She took a few sips of water, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat as she gradually began to regain her composure.

“Thank you.” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Lando's concerned gaze.

“When did you start getting panic attacks again?” Lando asked her once she was calmer.

“Just after the shooting incident in the dealership.” Amelia answered, her voice hoarse and her throat dry.

“Why didn't you say anything?” Lando wondered, a pang of guilt surfacing in his chest.

“There's nothing you could have done to stop them.” She attempted to reassure him.

He had always prided himself on being there for her, on being her rock in times of need. But now, faced with the knowledge that she had been struggling silently, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness wash over him.

“I wish you had told me.” He murmured, his voice tinged with regret. “I hate the thought of you going through this alone.”

Amelia reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance.

“I didn't want to burden you.” She admitted softly. “And besides, I've been managing. It's just... sometimes, it gets overwhelming. Especially when my main cause of stress keeps showing up in my place of business.”

Lando nodded, his expression filled with understanding.

“Neither you or your fears are a burden, Amelia. I'm here for you, no matter what.” He assured her.

Amelia offered him a grateful smile, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude. In that moment, as they sat together in the comforting embrace of their shared understanding, Amelia knew that she was not alone. With Lando by her side, she felt stronger, more resilient, ready to face whatever challenges life threw her way.

As the afternoon faded into evening, the atmosphere at Velocity gradually shifted, transforming from the tranquil calm of an empty club to the vibrant energy of a bustling nightlife hotspot. Amelia remained seated at the booth, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her laptop as she immersed herself in her work. The rhythmic clatter of keys filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the hustle and bustle unfolding around her.

Meanwhile, Lando darted about the club with practised efficiency, overseeing last-minute preparations and ensuring that everything was in place for the night's festivities. Despite his busy schedule, he made a point of checking in on Amelia regularly, his concern for her well-being evident in the gentle way he looked after her.

Amelia found herself surprisingly at ease in the company of her friends, the familiar faces of Max and Pietra offering a sense of comfort and camaraderie amidst the whirlwind of activity. They shared easy conversation and laughter, their relaxed demeanour a welcome respite from the chaos of the outside world.

As the evening progressed and the drinks flowed freely, Amelia found herself succumbing to the carefree atmosphere of the club. The weight of her worries lifted with each sip of her drink, and soon she felt herself slipping into a state of blissful relaxation. With her inhibitions fading away, Amelia embraced a zero-filter attitude, allowing her thoughts and words to flow freely without restraint.

Amelia leaned back in her seat, swirling the remnants of her drink in her glass as she looked up at Max sat across from her. The dim lights of the club cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the furrow of her brow as she wrestled with her thoughts.

“Why can't I love them?” She asked, her voice laced with bewilderment and frustration.

“Who?” Max inquired, his brow furrowing in confusion as he tried to follow her train of thought.

“Charles. Or Daniel.” Amelia replied, her words coming out in a rush as she struggled to articulate the turmoil in her heart. “I want to love them, Max. I really do. But my heart just doesn't want them.”

Max nodded slowly, his expression sympathetic as he reached out to place a comforting hand on her arm.

“What does your heart want then?” He asked, his voice cloaked with silent understanding and empathy.

“Everything I can't have.” She whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she repeated the words, her heart heavy with realisation

“Amelia, if you're talking about Lando, just tell him how you feel.” He urged, his tone gentle but firm.

Amelia shook her head, her thoughts racing as she struggled to articulate the tangled mess of emotions that churned within her.

“It's not that easy, Max.” She replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Why not?” Max pressed, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes with an intensity that left no room for evasion.

“He's my best friend.” Amelia explained, her voice tinged with resignation. “He doesn't feel that way about me. I bet you I only feel this way because he's always been there.”

Max scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You can be so dumb sometimes.” Max retorted, his tone laced with exasperation.

“Excuse you.” Amelia shot back, her defences rising in response to his blunt assessment.

“You don't see the way he looks at you?” Max continued, his voice softening as he spoke. “Or how he literally drops everything when you call or text him. He's willing to die for you if he needs to, and let me tell you, he may be my best friend too, but he would never do that for me.”

Amelia faltered, her breath catching in her throat as Max's words struck a chord deep within her.

“You're being ridiculous.” She protested weakly, though doubt gnawed at the edges of her resolve.

“He covered up a murder for you.” Max reminded her, his voice sombre.

“Yeah, one you were never supposed to know about.” Amelia argued back.

“He only told me because he needed me to help wipe the footage.” Max countered, his voice trembling with the weight of the truth. “He would have taken that to his grave for you. Oh, and don't even get me started on the amount of times I had to stop him from showing up on George's doorstep seeking retribution for the trauma he caused you.”

Amelia fell silent, her mind reeling as she grappled with the implications of Max's words. For the first time, she allowed herself to entertain the possibility that perhaps her feelings for Lando ran deeper than she had dared to admit. And as she looked into Max's unwavering gaze, she knew that she could no longer ignore the truth that lay dormant within her heart.

She watched Lando move gracefully behind the bar, his easy charm drawing people in effortlessly. But despite his magnetic presence, her thoughts remained fixated on the conversation she had just shared with Max.

“I could also remind you of that one night at Alex's when we played spin the bottle and he kept cheating so he could kiss you and no one else.” Max continued, his voice a gentle reminder of their shared history.

Amelia felt a blush creep into her cheeks as memories of that night flooded her mind, the warmth of Lando's lips against hers sending a shiver down her spine even now.

“You need to stop speaking.” She replied, though her tone lacked conviction.

“Only stating the facts.” Max countered, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes.

“Yeah, but now you have me questioning everything we've ever done together.” Amelia confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Amelia, your fathers discussed the two of you getting married when you were still teenagers, they saw it before anyone else ever did. Am I wrong?” Max pressed, his words cutting through her defences with unerring accuracy.

“No.” Amelia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then just tell him.” Max urged, his tone gentle but insistent.

“He has Zara.” Amelia protested, though even as the words left her lips, she knew they held little weight.

“He's never loved Zara.” Max countered, his voice filled with conviction. “She's only stuck around because he can help her climb up in the model industry. He's kept her around because he got tired of having a different girl every night. Deep down, you are the only one who understands him on a level not even I can.”

Lando's gaze softened as he looked at Amelia once he rejoined his friends at the booth, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.

“You guys seem to be having a serious conversation.” He remarked, his tone light but attentive.

“Amelia was just saying she's struggling to develop deeper feelings for Charles.” Max explained, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Oh?” Lando responded, his curiosity piqued.

“Max, seriously?” Amelia grunted, shooting her friend a warning glance.

“Let me go find Pietra.” Max excused himself, disappearing into the crowd before Amelia could protest further.

“Yeah, cause trouble and run away, Fewtrell.” Amelia muttered under her breath, shaking her head in exasperation.

“What's happening with Charles?” Lando asked, his voice gentle as he turned his attention back to Amelia.

“Not a lot, honestly.” Amelia admitted, her voice tinged with resignation.

“I told you it's not just about the sex. You need, actually, no, you deserve love too.” Lando told her, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated deeply within her.

“Yeah. I should have listened to you.” Amelia conceded, her voice soft as she met Lando's gaze.

Lando studied her intently as she fiddled with the rings on her fingers. She suddenly felt very overwhelmed by her conversation with Max, and her subsequent conversation with Lando. Lando abruptly stood up and held his hand out for her to take.

“Come.” He urged her.

She took his hand and he led her to his secluded office, far away from all the noise and alcohol. Unsure of Lando’s motives, Amelia took a seat on the brown leather sofa across from his desk and watched him open the top drawer of his desk. He pulled out a slab of chocolate wrapped in red and gold foil.

“Here.” He told her as he handed her the slab of chocolate.

Amelia's eyes widened in surprise as she took the chocolate from Lando, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it in her hands. The familiar scent of rich, Belgian chocolate filled the air, triggering a flood of memories from their shared past.

“Why do you have chocolate in your drawer? You don't even eat chocolate.” Amelia remarked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“I keep it in there for emergencies.” Lando explained casually, his gaze fixed on her as he leaned against his desk.

“Lan, this is that chocolate your Nan always sent you from Belgium.” Amelia realised with a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips as she remembered the countless times Lando had shared the sweet treat with her.

“Yeah, you loved it.” Lando confirmed, his expression fond as he recalls their shared moments of indulgence.

“It's my favourite.” Amelia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed at the chocolate in her hands.

“I know. Why do you think I have it?” Lando responded, his eyes filled with warmth as he watched her reaction.

Amelia's heart raced with emotion as she looked at Lando, a rush of gratitude washing over her. She broke off a block of the chocolate and let it melt in her mouth, savouring the sweet flavours and nutty undertones. Lando moved towards the sofa, taking a seat beside her, his arm resting behind her head on the headrest.

“Do you want some?” Amelia offered, extending the slab of chocolate to Lando.

“Maybe just a small taste.” Lando agreed, a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

Amelia's heart skipped a beat as Lando's lips met hers, the taste of chocolate mingling with the warmth of his kiss. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they shared the intimate exchange, the sweetness of the chocolate paling in comparison to the depth of their connection.

“Just as good as I remember.” Lando murmured, his eyes locked with hers, his expression tender.

“If it's that good, have some more.” Amelia whispered, her voice laced with a suggestive tone.

“Mmh, what a temptation.” Lando responded, his voice husky with desire as he took the slab of chocolate from her and placed it on his desk.

As Lando's lips claimed hers once more, Amelia felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. She surrendered to the passion of his kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she melted into his embrace. With each touch of his lips against hers, she felt herself drawn deeper into the heat of the moment, lost in the intensity of their connection.

Her body pressed against his, seeking solace in his warmth as he held her close. Their kisses were hungry, desperate, fueled by a primal longing that consumed them both. Amelia's heart raced in her chest as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of being desired by the man she had always secretly yearned for.

In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the present, where they existed together in a state of pure bliss. And as they kissed, Amelia knew that she had found her home in Lando's arms, where she was cherished, desired, and loved beyond measure.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time itself, each touch igniting a spark of pleasure that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. With each movement, she felt herself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion.

Lando's hands explored every curve of her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. As his touch grew more urgent, she felt a familiar ache building deep within her core, urging her toward the brink of release.

The sensation of his hardened shaft pressing against her sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, driving her closer to the edge with each delicious friction. Her moans mingled with his, filling the air with the sweet melody of their desire as they surrendered to the primal urge that bound them together.

In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw, unbridled passion that pulsed between them, urging them toward the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Lando's hands travelled down her waist to her hips and to her thighs. His hands made their way under her skirt only to discover her lack of panties.

“Fuck, Rossi, no panties?” He groaned at the realisation, his arousal spiking as he saw her wetness destroy his black jeans, a delicious confirmation of her desire for him.

The discovery of her lack of panties only fueled Lando's desire further, sending a surge of primal need coursing through his veins. Amelia's giggles only served to heighten his arousal, the sound like music to his ears as he surrendered himself to the intoxicating sensation of her body moving against his. With each grind of her hips, he felt himself growing harder, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

“You're going to be the death of me.” Lando remarked as he let her tug on his curls.

“Remove your pants if you don't want them getting dirty.” Amelia countered, a playful smirk making its way onto her lips.

“You're so bossy.” Lando groaned, his breaths fast and shallow.

Amelia kissed him again, but this time gently bit his bottom lip and tugged at it with her teeth.

“Pants. Off. Now.” She commanded, frustrated by the fabrics keeping their skin apart.

“Yes, baby.” Lando replied with a mischievous grin, his hands moving to comply with her request to reveal his black briefs.

“That's more like it.” Amelia chuckled.

Amelia retook her position, straddling him as she continued to kiss him. Her hands travelled from his chest to his briefs and back up again.

“Shit, I've missed this.” Lando moaned under her touch.

Amelia smiled slightly, Max's words ringing through her mind. She could feel his tip budge against her through his briefs. Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, igniting a primal need that only she could satisfy. Lando's words betray the depth of his longing, echoing the sentiment that Amelia herself had been harbouring for so long.

“I've missed your touch.” Lando added, his primal thoughts escaping in between broken kisses.

“Keep talking, Lan.” She encouraged him, wanting to hear all his deepest desires leave his lips.

“I dream about you at night, all the time.” Lando admitted, his cheeks suddenly flushed.

Amelia hummed in response to his words, her body quickly building towards her peak. It had been ages since she felt that good. Neither Daniel nor Charles were ever capable of igniting the flame within her like Lando in this moment.

“Talk to me, Lan.” She pleaded.

She needed to hear his voice. She needed to hear how desperate he was for her and her touch.

“You're so wet, I can feel it through my underwear.” Lando continued, obeying her instructions.

“That's all you.” She smiled.

Lando threw his head back as he too began to feel something stir deep inside him as she continued to grind against him.

“Shit, baby. You really want me to beg?” Lando asked, a muffled moan interrupting his speech.

“Beg, Lan. Tell me what you want.” She urged him.

“I want to feel you.” He informed her, desperate to feel her around him.

“You want to be inside me?” She asked, confirming exactly what he wanted.

“Yes, baby.” He groaned.

Amelia smirked yet again as she lifted herself up from him spotting the splotches on his briefs. She gripped the hem of his briefs and pulled them down to reveal his hardened shaft, softly smacking his lower abdomen as it was set free.

She repositioned herself above him, using her fingers to guide his tip to her entrance. She rubbed it through her folds, lubricating it before sinking down on him as slowly she could as she stretched to accommodate his size. He lifted his head and watched her move her hands and body for him. She stifled a deep moan as he entered her and she bottomed out.

“Be loud, baby. No one can hear you.” Lando assured her as he rested his hands on her waist.

Almost instantly, Amelia groaned loudly, transferring the power game to Lando. He guided her with his hands on her hips, pulling her skirt up more so she wasn’t restricted with her movements.

“It's been too long.” He commented as he relished feeling her walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, Lan.” She moaned, using her one hand to rest against his chest for support.

Lando shifted slightly to position himself more comfortably and unexpectedly hit her sweet spot causing her to grunt his name several times.

“You like that, huh?” He murmured, his voice filled with lust and desire.

She hummed in response, unable to trust her voice. She rested both hands on his chest, gripping his white button up in her fists as she moved up and down and then forward and backward.

“I'll never get enough of you.” He informed her as he watched her bounce.

Amelia's eyes opened slightly to study his pleasured face, his lopsided smile and droopy eyes with his head flung back. He subconsciously started bucking his hips, thrusting into her causing more rapid moans to fall from her mouth.

“That’s right, baby, you make the prettiest sounds.” He cooed, shutting his eyes as he started chasing his high.

“Just for you, Lan.” She whispered, her breathing heavy.

“Just for me?” He asked her, almost wanting to make sure he didn’t mishear her.

She cupped his face in her hands as her body readied itself for a long-awaited release of tension and pleasure.

“Harder, Lan.” She pleaded, fisting his shirt yet again.

“Yes, baby.” He happily complied and thrusted harder into her.

Seconds later, Amelia combusted on him. Caught up in the moment and in awe of her, he ejected moments later, expressing his fluids into her. She collapsed against his chest, weak and tired.

“Why do we wait so long to do this?” Lando quipped, his breathing slowly returning to normalcy.

“Because there's always something, or someone.” Amelia responded, pushing herself off his chest, still feeling him inside her.

“I want you.” He mumbled, a pout almost forming on his lips.

“Lan, I don't think I can do another round right now.” She sighed, still sensitive as she moved on top of him.

“No, no. Not like that. I want you, and not just for sex.” He explained the desire for more.

“Lan.” Amelia breathed, unsure of his intentions.

“Let me love you the way you deserve. Let me give you the world you've been craving.” Lando further explained, his emotions laid bare in front of her.

“Is this some post-nut clarity surge or are you being serious?” Amelia teased, attempting to lighten the conversation and the mood.

“Dead serious.” Lando countered, his expression serious.

“We can’t.” She responded, lost in a sea of confusion by his desire for more.

“Leave Charles. I’ll leave Zara, just say the word.” Lando continued. His serious composure was something unusual for Amelia to witness.

“It's so complicated, Lan.” She quickly advised.

“Why are you fighting this?” Lando wondered, frustration creeping into his voice.

“I'm not. I just don't want us to rush into making decisions because we're drunk on lust.” Amelia clarified, although she didn’t quite believe her own words.

“I just cummed in you and you're worried about us rushing things?” Lando argued, confused by her thought process.

“And, it was wonderful, Lan. But, just consider the uproar for a moment. What about our families, our businesses?” Amelia added, wanting to use every excuse in the book not to commit.

“Your father would happily let me marry you the second I ask for his blessing.” Lando retorted, unwilling to accept her denial.

“Lando.” Amelia sighed, not knowing what else to say.

“Milly.” Lando sighed as well, but he sounded defeated and shell shocked by her choice to remain friends.

Amelia was taken aback by the use of her nickname she hadn’t heard since they were children. She stood up, freeing his now limp cock and walked over to his desk to grab a tissue. She wiped the cum dripping down her thigh and discarded the tissue in the waste paper bin. She turned to leave the office, but Lando’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Don't just leave.” Lando begged as he pulled up his briefs and jeans before standing up.

“I cannot be with you, Lando. Not romantically.” She stated, and with that she left his office.

As Amelia walked out of Lando's office, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at the words she had spoken. Yet, deep down, she knew that maintaining their friendship was the only way to protect both herself and Lando from the inevitable heartache that would surely follow if they pursued a romantic relationship.

Lando stood there, watching her leave, his heart sinking with each step she took away from him. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and never let go, but he knew that respecting her decision was the only way forward, even if her choices seemed wrong.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 25

Kid x Fem Reader x Killer

Warnings: violence lite, kissing girls and liking it

Fuck Around...

The Victoria Punk pulled into port in the early afternoon. This island was clearly not affiliated with any kind of marine presence. It appeared disorganized and haphazard from your bird's eye view. There were a lot of buildings, most of them looked like shops rather than houses. Stopover islands often had tons of resources available to purchase, but permanent residents were few. That was doubly true of stopover islands without marines. The type of people that wanted to settle in one place didn't feel safe without them around, and business practices were shady at best, downright criminal at worst.

While you would have been nervous to step foot on an island like this in your past life, you had been on many such like this in your career as the Sea Snake. Places like this, with no laws, and disenfranchised folks, were ideal for promising better lives, and instead kidnapping people to sell. By way of this, they were also great places to ambush traffickers, and it wasn't difficult to recognize which were affiliated with corrupted marines. They had money and they tended to go after people that were younger and attractive. And if you happened to catch others in the cross-fire, oh well. You had tunnel vision and it was dead set on revenge.

The girls had already scrambled off while you had to hang back and wash dishes after breakfast. Kid and Killer left together not long ago. You debated on whether or not to bring Mini, although she had been crammed on this ship and would also make a great pack-mule, so you decided she could come. You had a list of stuff you wanted, but remembered Killer had taken your savings. It would be really embarrassing to ask for a little back. Though, you had wanted to try your hand at counterfeiting. 

While you were thinking about the logistics of shopping, a familiar face walked up beside you. "Want some company?" 

You greeted Heat with a smile. "Only if you don't mind going clothes shopping first. Do you have any paper I could borrow?" 

Heat gave you a curious glance. 

"So I can make Berry." You wiggled your fingers, devil fruit powers ready.

Heat snorted. "Look at the little marine now."

You shot Heat a glare. "Watch it or I won't share my fake money with you."

The two of you, plus Mini, headed off the ship as soon as you had converted enough regular paper into something indistinguishable from Berry. As you said, the first order of business was clothes shopping. Heat had good taste, so you were glad that he wanted to go with you. Heat picked out a few things for himself, leather things that matched his aesthetic. He had also picked some things for you, of a similar style. You couldn't remember ever owning anything leather. 

You held up some of the stuff he had picked. "Heat, this is too much."

"No, no it'll match your jacket. It'll look cool." 

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Did your captain put you up to this?"

"No!" Heat crossed his heart. "But..." He was a little sheepish, "I do know what he likes." He gestured to the pile of things you had to try on. "I kinda figured you wanted to catch his eye."

"First of all, maybe. Second of all, I could catch anyone's eye that I wanted." You grabbed the pile and went into a dressing room. 

Heat rolled his eyes. "I have no doubts." He continued to browse for himself. "Show me when you have something on." 

There were some black leather shorts with straps on the legs. Pants were more your thing, though these shorts looked really good on you and you would need more clothes for hotter weather, granted leather was not the most comfortable fabric in heat. A few simple tops, some tank tops since you generally liked your arms exposed, some other varieties so you had options, including a deep red corseted top that you couldn't resist. There were pants that were more your vibe, baggy, many pockets, and hanging from the hips, with some decorative straps. And then there was what Heat had picked out: white leather low-rise pants that laced all the way up the legs on the sides paired with a top to match. You had to admit it would look cool with your jacket, and you did look eye-catching. Maybe Heat knew a thing or two. 

Heat gave you a thumbs up when you walked out. "See?"

"You were right." You considered yourself in the mirror. "Pick out some more things for me." 

After trying a few more things, you both settled on your final options. You had also left Heat to his own devices while you grabbed some more intimate things, simple things, not anything wild. There was nothing worse than being short on bras and panties. You hung your bags on Mini's tusks, much to her displeasure. They only got heavier as you and Heat made your way through the various shops. Heat wanted to get some mapping things for Wire and journaling things for himself. You decided to pick up a small sketchbook. There were some things you wanted to start working on and needed to draw plans for. Speaking of which, you needed to visit a few more places. 

"I'm gonna head back to the ship. Want me to bring the bags?" Heat asked.

You cocked your head at him. "That's kind of you to offer. That would be great."

He took them from Mini and she gave him a grateful lick on the cheek. "You gonna come out with us later?" He patted her on the head in return.

You were staring at his arms. Is it a crew requirement to have beefy arms? You knew those bags weren't light. "I'll think about it."  You winked at him. "Which bar?"

Heat shrugged. "All of them." You both laughed. "Don't go by yourself though," Heat added. "This is a rough place at night."  

Shooting him an incredulous look, "You're so cute, Heat." It was endearing, however unwarranted. You had literally skinned a guy's face a few days ago. 

He rolled his eyes again, but his cheeks were tinted. "I'll put your bags on your bunk."

"Thank you." You couldn't help adding, "Don't go looking through my panties now." 

Heat walked off and gave you the finger as you cackled.

Hopping on Mini's back, now that she was unencumbered with bags, you got on to your other errands: finding an armory and some place that sold scrap metal, because you would be damned if you asked Kid to borrow some. It was dusk when you got back to the Punk and Mini was loaded down with various pieces of metal. You had gotten a few other items as well. You didn't really want to put all of it by your bunk, not that there was room anyway, so you brought everything to the infirmary for storage until you could get to it. 

The last time you had cleaned up nicely was for Killer's party and that was with help. The boat was pretty vacant. Everyone was out for the most part except for some stragglers and some rookies who were assigned watch duty. You treated yourself to a quick shower, probably the only time you had gotten the women's showers to yourself. There wasn't time for your hair to dry so you left it alone. You mainly wanted to wash the day's grime from your skin so you didn't stink. Nothing worse than someone with B.O. grinding on you, not that you would be doing that. 

With maroon lips, a little bit of mascara, and the outfit that Heat had put together, you looked better than you had the last time. Maybe you thought that because it was more your style than a dress. The last touch was using your power to change the color of your heeled boots from black to white. No better way to ruin an outfit than to wear clashing shoes. One of the items you had acquired earlier in the day was a little switchblade, which you tucked into your shoe. Never knew when it could come in handy. You threw your holster and coat on, then decided your coat hid too much skin. Normally, you didn't care and you would want to advertise who you were, but you hadn't been to a bar in a long time and wanted to be a little unrestrained. 

When you had a big, beautiful beast like Minerva, whose best attribute was sense of smell, though she would argue it was her tusks if she could speak, it was easy to find the bar that the majority of the Kid Pirates were patronizing. No one had bothered you on the way there. Something about a huge animal mounted by a person with an aggressive demeanor really limited the amount of people in your way. Minerva unfortunately was too large to comfortably fit in the establishment so she was content to sit outside, occasionally snorting at people to spook them, for her own entertainment. 

The bar was noisy and dim, as expected, and packed with a grungy variety of pirates, thieves, bounty hunters, and other criminally minded folks. The white of your outfit and the fact you were coming in alone drew the attention of many gazes. Most people wore dark clothes, so you stood out. Not to mention, you were gifted with a body so perfect, you could lay someone down on hot coals to use them as a bridge to walk across and they would thank you. At least, that's what someone had told you once. For a moment, the bar had quieted to a low murmur, save for a boisterous laugh that you recognized as belonging to the Red Menace. Purposefully, you ignored that area and went straight to an open stool at the bar. 

Of course Kid noticed as you walked in. His eyes devoured your figure in that tight leather outfit. If you had asked him if he was waiting to see you walk in, he would deny it, but he was pleased that you did. He was not pleased, however, when you ignored him and went to the bar. And he was especially not pleased when you started giggling and flirting with some loser who bought you a drink. He didn't even have a bounty for fuck sake. Kid grumbled to himself and downed the rest of his beer, slamming the stein on the table and demanding another from the waitress. 

"What's wrong, pirate?" The pretty ginger shifted in his lap. 

"Shut up." Kid continued groping the petite little whore that had wound herself around him. It fed his ego that women, and some men, threw themselves at him. He liked that they decorated his side at whatever bar they decide to visit. But now, for some reason, he was just annoyed. The girl in his lap squeaked. He had been squeezing her a little too tightly. "Why don't ya fuck off?" He all but tossed the woman away from him, returning to his refilled mug trying to burn through that guy's head with his glare.

You could feel Kid's attention on you. You smirked knowing that meant you were probably bothering him in some way. The guy you were pretending to be interested in was telling you about all his adventures, obviously trying to impress you. You finished your drink, leaving the bar while he was still talking to you. His voice faltered and he turned around to mope over his glass. A hand grabbed at you while you were walking to a corner where they were playing darts. You took the hand by the wrist and held it like it was a dirty sock. 

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." This was one of your favorite games to play. A game where you let them think you were simply a pretty thing to look at, let them get themselves into trouble, and then you got to punish them for it. 

"Why not, sweet cheeks? You're dressed like you want some attention."

You dropped his hand, ignoring him, and started to walk away, when he grabbed you again. This time you turned his arm around behind his back and forced his head down on the table. Then you rested your knee on his back to free up your hand, taking his drink and finishing it off. "Least you could do is buy me a drink first." You let him go and continued on. He was lucky you didn't smash his glass over his head. 

Killer had watched the interaction. He, like Kid, had also noticed when you came in. For a while, when you hadn't shown up, he thought you may have left completely, but Heat had mentioned you had been with him all afternoon and planned on meeting up with them. Killer thought your hair was cute down instead of in its usual ponytail. And of course you were hot in leather, even so Killer thought you would probably look hot in just about anything. He saw when that man had grabbed you, noticing that his hand tightened around his glass. When the guy grabbed you a second time, he heard the mug in Kid's hand shatter, causing him to relax his own grip before he did the same. Prior to either of them getting up to handle it, they watched you push the guy down into the table. Killer swore Kid had a smug hint of a smile on his face. Honestly, Killer should have known you would put him his place yourself. 

Darts was a lot harder to play with one eye. If you had won, you would have gotten some money. If you lost, you owed your competition a kiss. Your competition happened to be the short, ginger girl that had been sitting with Kid earlier, though you hadn't noticed her at that time, and you had lost badly. The girl, whose name was Ruby, was cute, freckles spattered across her cheeks, and her ginger hair, short and wild about her face. She was like a pixie. 

"You talk a big game for someone so tiny," you quipped. You weren't used to being the taller one in a pair. Like many other things, it had been some time since you had kissed a girl, though the last time was probably also at a bar. She grabbed your hand and led you into a corner booth. "I think the deal was a kiss, not a date."

"Yeah, well, have one drink with me. That guy on the other side of the bar pissed me off and you seem like a fun time. I saw you smash that dude's face." She laughed and motioned for a waiter to bring you drinks. 

"Do you want me to smash your guy's face, too? Who was it?" You smirked. Maybe coming out tonight would be more fun than you thought. A waiter came over and put two glasses in front of you both, filled with a small amount of greenish liquid. "Absinthe?" You raised an eyebrow. So I'll be getting shitfaced tonight. You took a sip and scrunched your face at the strong taste. 

"Yeah it's kind of my drink of choice." Ruby pointed to the table that Kid was sitting at. "That red-head over there. But I don't think you want to fight him. It's Eustass Kid, of the Kid Pirates." 

You almost spit out your drink. "Is that so?" This girl had questionable taste, like yourself. "He pisses me off, too." You pondered something for a minute. "Do you want to really piss him off and get your kiss?" A sinister thought poisoned your mind. 

"See? I knew you would be fun."

You downed both drinks and grabbed her by the hand this time, leading her outside. Earlier, you saw that the booth that Kid was in happened to be by a window. You pulled Ruby to the side of the bar, not in front of the window, but next to it, close enough where you knew they could hear you, yet couldn't see you. You were both giggling as you pushed Ruby so her back was to the wall. She wrapped her arms around your neck and jumped up to wrap her legs around you, you supporting her with one hand, while the other played with her hair. "Maybe I have a thing for redheads," you wondered out loud. You didn't even know if Kid had noticed the two of you slip out. Even if he didn't, you still got to make out with one cute ginger tonight. The alcohol was starting to make the edges of your mind fuzzy. 

Kid couldn't rip his orange leer from your back. What were you doing, talking to that pint-sized whore from earlier? He barely even participated in the conversation with his own officers. His eyeballs almost fell out of his head when he watched you two go outside. There were only a handful of things people went outside to do. I am NOT jealous. Those two whores can fuck around outside all they want. So why couldn't he relax and enjoy his drink? He growled and turned to Killer to bitch, when they both heard giggling and felt a thump outside the wall. This was not a well-constructed establishment. That could be anyone. They went back to their conversation, though Kid slowly tapered off when he heard sounds that were definitely from your mouth.

The little ginger demon was not shy, slipping her tongue in your mouth and snaking her hands into your hair. You took turns leaving marks on each other's necks. "How do you know him?" She asked you. 

You pulled away from biting at her collarbone to answer, "Fucked. Tried to kill each other. Fucked again."

"So you're dating?" She bit the top of your breast, making you gasp.

That evolved into a laugh. "Not a chance in hell." 

"You like poking the bear then?" She tugged at the laces on your top. 

"Something like that," You grinned. At once, her hand stilled and she tensed. You stopped and looked at her face, which had paled.

She whispered to you, "Good because the bear is right behind you." She unraveled herself from you and put her feet back down on the ground, slipping out from under you and scurrying back into the bar.

You turned around to see Kid, as red as you thought he would be. "You scared my date away." 

"What do ya think yer doing?"

"I lost a bet." You put your hands out in defeat, as if you had no choice but to comply and this was not at all your idea. He wasn't yelling at you, which was strange. The rest of the Kid Pirates were behind him. You guessed that was why.

"We're going somewhere else." He grabbed you and pushed you in the direction of the others. "Don't get left behind." He stalked off to walk by Killer.

Heat found you in the back of the group, Mini trotting beside you. "She was cute. Do you have a thing for redheads?"

"You know I was wondering that myself." 

Heat stopped you for a second to retie your top and wipe some smeared lipstick from around your mouth. "Have you eaten today?"

"Not really." You lowered your voice so only Heat could hear, "Did I get him mad?" 

"I can tell. You're not gonna last the night if you don't eat. That was only the first bar." Heat fake-punched you in the arm. "Yeah, he made us leave early. Thanks a lot." 

"Sorry. I didn't think he would do that."

"What did you think he was gonna do?" Heat realized his mistake. "No, don't answer that." 

It was too late. You were already explaining an elaborate plot fitting for an X-rated film. Very loudly, in fact, since you were sort of drunk. The half of the crew that heard it was pink from head to toe, including Killer. All the girls were giggling and making gagging noises. Kid was grinning ear to ear, chest puffed out, a 180 degree turn from the moping, pouty captain that he had been minutes before. 

If that's what she wanted, all she had to do was ask. But now I think I'll make her beg. Kid's ego had been bruising this entire time, when it really should have been inflated. 

Next Chapter

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Talk is Cheap (1/2)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mentions of pregnancy Category: AU; Angst (with a happy ending) Word count: 1.5K Prompt: What would have been the outcome if Sawyer had discovered that she was pregnant whilst Ethan was in the Amazon? A/N: The theme song for this fic is “Go Get Her” by Restless Road. Part 1 of this AU follows my HC for E&S up until the unexpected event at the end. Part 2 will be posted in a couple days.

After Ethan rescinded his resignation from Edenbrook, he and Sawyer agreed to keep some distance until she was no longer an intern and he was no longer her boss. But that was easier said than done. Having crossed the line, they found it impossible to go back to their respective sides. They were able to keep up appearances at work, but after hours they spent their time together in Ethan’s apartment, hiding from the world.

Ethan was quick to share the exciting news with Sawyer as soon as he received the offer. He told her that he had been invited to join a team organized by the World Health Organization. The carefully selected team would be traveling to an indigenous village in the Amazon. They hoped to prevent the further spread of an unknown virus and provide much-needed medical care.

Sawyer had mixed feelings. She knew this was something he had always wanted to do, and she outwardly supported and encouraged his upcoming adventure. But inwardly, now that they were finally together, she selfishly wanted him to stay.

When Naveen announced Ethan as his replacement and appointed Sawyer to the diagnostics team, Ethan promised her that they would “figure it out.” Sawyer had no reason to believe otherwise. To date, they had successfully kept their secret under wraps. It wasn’t ideal, but if it meant they could continue to be together, why fix what wasn’t broken?

All too soon, the time came for them to say goodbye. Standing in his doorway, Ethan framed Sawyer’s face between his hands. He studied her face, committing her features to memory, before planting a final kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you in a couple months.” 

“Will you check in once you’re there and settled?” Sawyer asked hopefully.

Ethan gave a nod, then watched as Sawyer flashed a sad but affectionate smile before walking away.

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After a week with no contact, Sawyer tried to call him. No answer. She followed up a few days later with a text message. No reply. Two weeks had passed without a single acknowledgment from Ethan. 

She gave him the benefit of doubt. He was in the jungle after all, and maybe communication with the outside world was a challenge. But as more days passed, she started to wonder if something had happened. Something that would make him shut everyone out, again. Like the time he thought he failed his mentor and quit his job.

With just a couple hours left of her shift one afternoon, Sawyer stepped onto the elevator to find Naveen dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief. “Hey there, are you feeling okay?” she asked. Given his recent medical ordeal, she was immediately concerned.

“I’m fine, dear. Not to worry. I just came from outside.”

Acknowledging the unseasonably warm weather, Sawyer commiserated, “Being from Arizona, I can take the heat. But the humidity? Ugh. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” 

“It can be downright uncomfortable. Though Ethan would probably welcome it given the climate where he's currently stationed. Poor fellow. His shirt has been completely soaked both times I’ve spoken to him.” 

Sawyer felt a sudden stabbing pain in the center of her chest. Her heart slowly bleeding out, she tried to maintain her composure. “You… you’ve spoken with him?” 

Naveen, who was once the nation’s leading diagnostician, knew immediately from the change in her tone and body language that something was amiss.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened to the fifth floor. Emotions betraying her, Sawyer swept a finger along her lower lashes to catch the tears that threatened to spill. It didn’t go unnoticed. 

Naveen quickly pressed the button to close the elevator doors. “I have some tissues in my office,” he offered, reaching out to give her hand a quick squeeze. When the doors opened again, this time to the seventh floor, the chief led his personal lifesaver to his office. Once they were seated, he pushed a box of tissues toward her and asked, “When was the last time you spoke with him?”

“The night before he left town.” She told him that she had tried to call and text, but Ethan hadn’t responded. “I-I don’t understand. Things were good… we were good.”

Naveen offered consolation, sharing his disappointment in the man who had become like a son to him. “I’m sorry, Sawyer. He’s an idiot. Plain and simple. I can offer no other excuse for his behavior.”

Despite her heartbreak, she couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at his candor, grateful for the validation.

“I have heard the way he speaks about you. Seen the way he acts around you. He lights up! Do you know how rare that is? You are special to him, Sawyer,” he reassured. Then with a sigh, "One thing I've learned about Ethan is that he feels deeply, and when those feelings become overwhelming, he shuts down. If I had to hazard a guess, that's the reason he has ghosted you."

She nodded, processing the information. “I love that you know what ‘ghosting’ is,” she said with an appreciative smile. Not wanting to take up any more of his time, Sawyer stood to leave. “Thank you, Naveen. I should get back to my patients.” 

A couple minutes later, as if summoned by the universe, Ethan’s name and picture appeared on Naveen’s vibrating phone. “Were your ears ringing just now?” Naveen answered.

His protégé furrowed his brow. "Why would they be?"

“I just had a chat with the newest member of the diagnostics team. You remember Sawyer, of course?”

Ethan huffed and shook his head in frustration. 

With parent-like disappointment in his tone, Naveen asked, “What are you doing, son?”

Like an annoyed teenager, Ethan looked away from the camera. Whatever was or was not happening between him and Sawyer was none of Naveen’s business. Part of him blamed Naveen for putting them into this situation in the first place. As he gazed into the distance, carefully considering his response, Ethan missed when Naveen’s attention was momentarily diverted by a gentle rap on the door. 

Sawyer poked her head in and pointed to the desk. “Sorry, I forgot my pager,” she mouthed.

Naveen gestured for her to come in.

“How is she?”

Sawyer froze when she heard the familiar voice, her terrified eyes flicking up to Naveen’s. 

Looking back down at his phone screen, Naveen countered, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” 

“What?” The view in Ethan’s hand blurred before finally coming into focus on Sawyer’s equally panicked expression.

The lovers-turned-strangers stared at each other for an awkward moment until Ethan finally broke the silence. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she reciprocated, voice steady despite the thundering in her chest.

Naveen handed his phone to Sawyer. “Why don’t you kids catch up? I need to check in with my assistant before she leaves for the day.”

Reluctantly taking the phone, she watched Naveen retreat. Only after the door clicked shut did she turn her attention back to the now guilt-ridden face on the screen.

"How have you been?" he asked with trepidation.

Sawyer shook her head defiantly. She didn’t care about pleasantries. She wanted answers. Fighting back the tears that she had just gotten under control, she cut to the chase.

“I thought you and I… I thought we meant something to each other… I thought we were together,” she fumbled for the right words.

“We were.”

“We were? Past tense?” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Sawyer.”

“Is there someone else?”

“No,” he said firmly with a shake of his head. “No.”

“Then why, Ethan?” she pleaded for understanding.

“For the same reasons I stopped things in Miami. I can’t be–if I am–your career is–and you mean too–”

The connection became unstable, with Sawyer only able to catch every few words that he spoke. “You keep cutting out… Ethan, you’re breaking up–” The screen suddenly turned black and the call ended. “You’re breaking up..." she repeated, the double-meaning not lost on her, “with me.” 

Falling into a chair, Sawyer covered her mouth, muting the quiet sob that she could no longer contain. “God, I’m so stupid.” After a couple minutes, she sniffed back her tears and composed herself. Cracking the door open, she found Naveen with his hip perched on his assistant’s desk. 

He couldn’t help but notice her reddened, blotchy cheeks. His questioning eyes met her bloodshot, swollen ones. Sawyer answered with a shake of her head, handed him his phone, then turned and briskly walked away.

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A month later, Sawyer sat on a paper-lined exam table chewing on her thumbnail, waiting for the doctor to enter.

Knock, knock. A slightly older woman dressed in pink scrubs entered the room. “Hi Sawyer, I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m Dr. Moore.”

“Hi,” Sawyer greeted. Not usually one to shy away from small talk, her anxiety made the task seem impossible.

Dr. Moore sat down on a low stool, wheeling closer to Sawyer with a tablet in hand. “I have your test results. Your pregnancy test is positive.” As the doctor spoke of conception and due dates, and suggested a quick ultrasound to confirm, a single tear fell from the corner of Sawyer’s eye.

Part Two

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[wof-as-humans]

human peril 🔥

she’s finally here after only 11 months of procrastination!!!! ideally i can have character profiles for all of the JW finished before I end up in a retirement home, but i’m not making any promises 😭 same layout as the one i did for moon (under the cut)- these are based on how the characters appear in the silly modern au fanfiction i wrote in middle school because that seems to be what people want to see from me. more specifically, the headshot is how peril appears at the beginning of the story and the fullbody is how she looks at the end-ish (aka the same but with longer hair. im noticing a trend)

PS: expect next poll soon and have a great july!! 😈

[winged-wolf-dreamer]

Alt-text: [Home? The word made her feel sad. Ser Jorah had his Bear Island, but what was home to her? A few tales, names recited as solemnly as the words of a prayer, the fading memory of a red door... was Vaes Dothrak to be her home forever? When she looked at the crones of the dosh khaleen, was she looking at her future?]

-A Game of Thrones, Daenerys VI

Reading this paragraph made my analysis brain go brrr, so here's some under the cut

One of the central themes of Dany's whole arc is the search for home, among the Free Cities, the Dothraki, Qarth, Meereen, and ultimately Westeros, but ultimately, what is home to Dany? And it made me think of this in relation to the other heads of the dragon, who I believe, ultimately, to be Dany, Jon Snow, and Tyrion (who I do not think is a Targaryen, but that's a different discussion).

(Side note: While I can see others claiming the dragons beforehand, like Aegon with Rhaegal, I believe these 3 will be the final dragon riders.)

What is home to Dany? It's something she's constantly chasing, searching for. The closest thing she ever had to a home was the house with the red door, the home of a brief childhood of innocence, and she constantly searches for it again as it constantly appears in her chapters. She's terrorized by Viserys even as he does what he can to keep her safe, always fleeing for safety. What's home to her? The Dothraki, a people she was sold into by her dear brother, a people who turned on her as soon as her husband died? Qarth, a city of people who lust over her dragons for the sake of gaining power? Meereen, a city full of those who despise her, even as she does her best to rule and make peace with and compromise her ideals for, even as she seeks to stop the despicable slave trade? Is it Westeros? Westeros, the place she wants to go to, yet a place that is only a collection of names to her, a place of promises, a place of dreams? And what will she bring to Westeros, after her rebirth on the Dothraki Sea? Dragons plant no trees, after all, so what will she bring? Fire and blood? More war and death and destruction, is that what she will bring? Will the people love her for it?

What is home to Jon? He was loved in Winterfell, but not by all. Robb and Arya and Bran and Rickon loved him, and his father did too, fiercely, and let him be raised as equal to his other sons, but how could he be equal? Catelyn hated him, Sansa was cordial with him, for one thing, and even among the family who loved him, what then? "I'm the Lord of Winterfell," Jon shouts when he and Robb train as kids, only for Robb to reply, "You can't be, you're a bastard!" and Jon knows this isn't his place. His father will not even speak of his mother, so she, and by extension, Jon, must be a source of shame, even as the bitter truth lies in the crypts beneath his feet. Winterfell isn't his home, no wonder he joins the Night's Watch first chance he gets. But what is home there? Sure he eventually makes friends, but he is still highborn, the class division lies between them, he is groomed for command, he gets to remain informed of what happens with his father in King's Landing, he gets a second chance when be attempts to desert. And no sooner does he begin to be accepted does he go on the Great Ranging and ordered to turn his cloak and spy on the wildlings, forever sowing doubt in the hearts of many of the order as to where his allegiances lie. Nor can he find a home among the wildlings, among Ygritte and Tormund and Val and Mance, for he seeks to betray them, and no one will thank him for it, no one will love him for it, least of all himself, so there is no home there. And when he is named Lord Commander, even among whispers of being a turncloak, he orders his friends away, Sam to Oldtown, the others to various castles, and buries himself in his duty, even as he compromises it by aiding Stannis, and seeks to abandon it when he hears Arya is a prisoner, for ultimately the Night's Watch isn't his home, his family and his friends are, not a place, and he is killed for it. But when he returns from the dead, what will home be for him? Will he even remember those he loves?

What is home to Tyrion? Casterly Rock? There father is, a father he is so alike, yet the shadows of Joanna and Tysha forever lies between them. His sister? Hates him. His brother? Beloved, but a lie there is between them. And when his brother is named to the Kingsguard, his father doesn't name him heir despite, by all rights, being the heir to the Rock now. And when Tyrion finally asks about it, what does his father say? Never. He will never have the Rock. It will never be his home. And what about King's Landing, the city Tyrion saved from Stannis and the red demon he worships? They hate him, they blame him for Joffrey's actions, they mock him in his trial. Tyrion snaps, he kills his father, flees the country, persuades Aegon to bring war to Westeros and seeks to do the same with Dany. He can't have a home now, so he will instead reduce everything to ashes, and will even sell out the gold of Casterly Rock, the home he wanted, to mercenaries in order to do so. Is that all he is now, one who brings death and destruction in his rage?

Bran and Sansa and Arya, their roads have always been pointed back to Winterfell, to their home. North of the Wall, in the Vale, in Braavos, their journeys will take them home, stronger from their hardships, difficult journeys, but journeys with a destination in mind.

But for Dany and Jon and Tyrion, three lost souls searching for home? What is their goal?

Perhaps they won't find a home.

But they can make it so homes of everyone else, the people they love and the people they hate, the innocents, will remain safe.

[balsamfir-fics]

a hope redefined (part 3)

Genres: angst, post S1 canon, more angst, romance, eventual smut, established childhood crushes to strangers to lovers, post-pining, becoming machine herald (sort of), dad!vik, political tensions, growing up, the human condition, some fluff

Pairing: Viktor/AFAB Reader

Warnings: series will have eventual smut, mentions of difficult pregnancy/injury/civil war. this prelude mentions spicy activities. she/her pronouns, but no use of YN.

Summary: Viktor shouldn’t be alive.

He shouldn’t have survived the blast of the Council attack, and even if he did his sands of time should have soon run out. And yet here he stands, part man and part machine, in a future he never planned for and an augmented body he never expected to have.

With no template to follow, Viktor forges a new path towards happiness as he grapples with reconciling the man he once was and the man he could become. Complicated as this path may be, he knows better than to waste an opportunity to spend his remaining years with you, the person he’s kept in his heart ever since you were children. Amidst the chaos of an antebellum Runeterra, Viktor finds his freedom, his future, and his family -- retelling these events through vignettes and letters to his daughter.

Chapters: Prelude | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Chapter Word Count: ~4k

Author Notes: Unedited. Threequel and final part to a hope never forgotten and a hope at risk. This can be read independently of its predecessors, though reading those first will better contextualize Viktor and YN’s relationship.

Viktor found himself in a hospital again, but not in a bed himself.

Instead, he glared down at your weary expression as you took in what your doctor was saying. It wasn’t an ideal situation; this was no Piltovan elite teaching hospital but rather a scrappy lean-toe operating as a field hospital (in Bilgewater, no less), amidst a warring continent and vicious unrest back home.

Worse, it appeared that you’d been parked in this meager outfit for no less than three weeks, risking gangrene and necrosis and all manner of unspeakable illnesses. He was here to bring you back to Piltover, where you might receive better care in well-equipped facilities, but the usual routes had been riddled with threats and blockages and he hadn’t been able to make it out of the twin cities in better time.

He surveyed your badly broken arm with great scrutiny, his brilliant mind memorizing the location of every haphazard stitch. He’s pleased that he brought many of his own precious few remaining medications with him; Viktor made it a point to poke you with every disinfectant syringe in his arsenal, and after the two days since he’d been stuck here in Bilgewater with you, it seemed that the oozing and swelling were in fact improving.

“If you make it back by the end of the week, I expect that my colleagues will be able to save your arm,” said your doctor, one of your coworkers in your philanthropic mission group sent from Piltover’s elite. “But you, and Viktor,” her eyes darted to your considerably taller partner, who for some reason was wearing a rather ominous dark blue cloak. “—need to leave today if you’re to stay ahead of the next round of troops from Noxus.”

You winced at your colleague’s words, knowing that your window of opportunity was exceedingly narrow. You wanted to stay here, to help the needy and injured, but you knew she was right. It was bad here, but it was bad everywhere in Valoran. You’d be of much more help orchestrating more shipments of necessary rations and medicine from Piltover than you would be festering on a makeshift hospital bed here.

“I can send some caravans to bring back more critical patients,” you promised, but your colleague waved this away.

“The supplies and machinery Viktor brought with him will be enough to tide most of the patients over,” she said, eyes roaming over her patients and taking stock of their needs. “I can’t move the majority of the critical ones quite yet, but I am optimistic that the supplies Viktor brought will get them into safety soon.”

She taped over your intravenous injection site before bidding her good-bye; Viktor looked around for your things but you’d brought very little personal effects with you on this trip. He decided on silence as he helped you to your caravan, figuring that opening his mouth and letting his opinions loose would be worse for your recovery. But as he settled next to you in the small Hextech-operated vehicle and fussed over your wounds with fresh syringes, he managed to press a soft kiss to your hair and whisper a quiet “I’m glad you’re safe.”

The relief you felt was short-lived, as the army of doctors your father sends your way look increasingly worried after each visit. (You did wonder if they were additionally wary of Viktor’s presence by your bedside; some of your surgeons had been there for his prior amputation, if not the ones who had operated on him outright, but the political climate and upper-crust rumor mill had been less than kind to Viktor — even if it had been overall polite). You didn’t have the energy to snap at your providers over their constant tiptoeing around your partner, but Viktor seemed not to notice and ignored any discomfort. By the second week of your stay (which had thus far largely been spent draining abscesses and in various surgical consultations), most of the doctors had relaxed and treated Viktor like the Council attack and its subsequent civil skirmishes never happened.

Perhaps it was Viktor’s newer stature that improved how he was treated; this bothered you to no end, as you’d spent the greater part of your life defending him from unfounded mockery. But it was difficult to ignore the obvious physical changes in the former Piltovan academic; if your doctors remembered a worryingly thin researcher with a limp, they now faced a much taller, though still somewhat wiry man (with a gait that could now only be described as ‘slightly uneven’). You still struggled with the changes, but ultimately Viktor was Viktor no matter what body he was in — your childhood friend and the person with whom you would spend the rest of your life loving.

Still, there was a marked difference with how arguments with Viktor felt before he’d started augmenting his body with the Hexcore or without. Maybe he felt more intimidating because you were seated and thus much shorter than usual in your bedridden state, but you knew that part of it was his comparatively bulkier form and changed height. You shifted in the bed, trying to straighten your spine enough to gain a few more inches, but they didn’t help much with Viktor looming over you.

The past few days in hospital had been particularly tense between the two of you, even with Viktor holding your hand in his as if he was too scared to let you out of his touch. He was worried, that much was clear, but there was a fierce glint in his gaze whenever a new surgery option for restoring your arm fell through. You started caring less and less, hoping for (at most) minimal pain and recovery from the unfortunate two-story fall you had while trying to rescue children in Bilgewater. Conversely, Viktor grilled your doctors with questions about alternatives, pointedly trying his best to bring as much function back to your arm as possible.

“It’s fine, really,” you told him, voice resigned and yet at peace. “I’m grateful to be alive; whether or not I can use my arm like I used to is irrelevant.”

“No, it’s not,” Viktor snapped so quickly and with such intensity that you were rendered silent for a few beats. Then— “No, it really is not that fine,” he said much more gently, before sagging back into his seat beside yours.

You figured it was something to do with his own history with disability; while it had never held him back from what he wanted to achieve, you wondered if he was stricken by the thought of you coming to harm and going what he had lived for so many years. His compassion and empathy always impressed you, but you had been expecting him to be more supportive in adjusting for a life after severe injury rather than trying to protect you from it outright.

In the end, you and your doctors chose to set the break and rely on physical therapy to try restoring function to your arm; try any other procedures and you very much risked losing it outright.

When you made your final decision at the hospital, you’d been much more convicted in it — but physical therapy was far more stressful, painful, and demoralizing than you’d expected, even with some of the best care and facilities that Piltover could provide. You were surprised to find psychosomatic issues; you began to wake in the middle of the night following dreams re-living your fall and the shock of pain that followed, or sharp twinges randomly stabbing up your arm long after your cast had come off. Your progress was so slow, you began wondering whether the effort was worth it.

“I think I’m going to scale back my physical therapy,” you told Viktor eventually, long after having moved back into Emberflit Alley to be with him. You had enough function to do what you needed to at work, with some modifications, and it was on PT-less days that you had less nightmares or recurrent pain. You knew you’d have to continue going at least somewhat regularly if you wanted to maintain the functionality in the few fingers that still worked, but the grueling schedule of several visits a week (and additional homework) if you were to work towards fully restored function was wearing upon you. “I can live with maintaining this level. It takes so much time that I could be using on my work, especially in during these wartimes, and I can’t justify the cost of my care any longer.”

Viktor’s reaction to your declaration was anything but what you expected. He first tried to appeal to you; he explains that for Zaunite children like him, having the money, time, and access to services that you do would be an unimaginable privilege that they could only dream of having. You tried not to interpret that as an accusation of wastefulness and flippancy. Viktor then asked if you might reconsider surgery again, now that your bones are set enough to attempt operations again. Again, you struggled with the guilt of giving up your privileged access to healthcare, but you knew that you’d be spending millions on an exceedingly slim chance of fully restored function — that alone seemed more wasteful to you, to spend money chasing a flicker of a dream. However, Viktor kept suggesting that you continue your path to full recovery, and your discomfort with his suggestions grew.

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I was very worried for Mama, you see. I could have continued to live with my limp and my cough so long as it wasn’t fatal, but after the Hexcore — cursed as it was — gave me the ability to experience what life was like for everyone else, I became very concerned for your mother as she was making the opposite transition.

When you love someone so powerfully, their pain becomes yours. I’m sure your mother always wished she could take on my physical pain and share the burden, but when I was faced with the very reality that she would suffer what I had, I was very against it. I couldn’t understand her decision to stop trying when I would have tried anything I could get my hands on — and did, at great cost. But just as I had accepted my lot in life and lived well regardless, I was so caught up in the fear that struck my heart when I first heard Mama had gotten severely injured while out on an aide trip, that I somehow wouldn’t let your mother do the same. 

She wanted to move on from her own pain and brokenness, especially since to her they seemed so trivial compared to the war raging on outside. But as her partner, I didn’t want her to move on and simply deal with it; I wanted her to get better and never know such difficulty.

Sometimes when you want to protect someone you lose a little bit of perspective. Perhaps we’d already been through so much that at the time I just wanted to get rid that one extra bad thing that I didn’t feel we deserved. But the perspective I prided myself on for having for my own condition, or when helping patients in Zaun, I failed to have when it came to your mother.

I think I’m much better about it these days. You’ll find that when humans have fears and don’t face them head on, they tend to reveal themselves in arguments instead. Your mother and I have been like that for most of our lives, always fearing for the other and trying to protect each other from hurt. Being honest with the people you love is much better, little Robin, so I hope we do our best in teaching you healthier habits like that. 

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It wasn’t until Viktor quietly offered to build an augmented segment for you that you snapped. It happened one otherwise uneventful morning with Blitzcrank cheerily tidying up breakfast, but it occurred after yet another night where Viktor asked if you were truly alright with the reduced function in your arm. 

“Perhaps something like this would help,” Viktor said as you observed the in-progress technologies in his little lab, waving the fingers of his mechanical hand in demonstration. All he’d wanted was to reduce the time you would spend experiencing what he had for so long; now that he had the technology and the expertise, he could personally give you back your former physicality.

Your eyes flashed. Something in Viktor’s stomach seized at the sight; he knew what that look in your eye meant, and it had never meant anything good. But he stood his ground in full conviction; he knows he would not be alive now to bask in your love and give you his without the Hexcore, like it or not, and he knew that its power might be used to improve the lives of those in need. Its power, now that he had an uncorrupted new version of the Hexcore, could be used to improve your life specifically.

“I do not need improving, Viktor.” You spat his full name instead of your usual terms of affection, noticing the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. It had been a peaceful few days without Viktor bringing up additional physical therapy or reconsideration of surgery, and you had thought he might have finally made peace with your permanent injury. Every time he brought up alternatives you were wracked with guilt over your access to healthcare but conflicted by your traumatic memories of recovery, and it was precisely the lull in his worry that made this new suggestion so insulting.  The accusatory implication in your words was loud and clear; he took it to mean that you felt that he found your weakened body as flawed or fallible, in need of enhancements. Viktor was appalled at the insinuation; he, of all people, should be the last person on Runeterra who you could ever accuse of judging others based on their physical abilities. Energy coiled inside him, white-hot and reactive.

He didn’t say anything; merely pressed his lips into a thin, disapproving line and set his jaw. Then:

“How dare you.”

You froze, then narrowed your eyes. “Pardon?” The word was venomous as it left your lips.

“How dare you accuse me of judging you based on physical capacity? How can you, after knowing how I’ve lived and being my life partner lump me in with the very people who sneered down at me when I limped by?” His tone was incredulous. “Do you even know me anymore?”

His own accusation stung you. “Do I, Viktor? I’m not sure I do. When I talk to you these days, all you do is point out little things, little changes that you say will make ‘improvements.’ God! Who are you?

Why am I grouping you with those people? Because you sound exactly like them. Can you even hear yourself, going on about how to help people by changing them? That’s what they used to say about YOU, Viktor, and you’re the last person who I expected to ever let those words fall out of your mouth!”

Something roared inside of him; something, or someone at the back of his mind screamed to be let out. It fed on his fury and sent electricity surging through his body. He winced as a headache bloomed to life between his ears, but he steadied himself and draws up to his full height.

“You have NO idea what it’s like!” Viktor hissed, amber gaze cold and calculating, thin mouth curving into a snarl. “You have never lived in a body that wants to imprison you; a body that others look at in disdain when you know your value is so much more than your scaffolding.” Behind him, on its stand, the Hexclaw whirred in response to his emotional state. Chest heaving and eyes sharp, Viktor didn’t notice, but you did – you kept your eyes focused on the machinery, wary of its destructive capabilities. It may have once been a vision of efficiency and engineering, but as it poised itself in your direction, you knew it was capable of more: it was a weapon. “I have never once let that stop me from achieving my goals, never cared to lament my condition – I preferred to forge ahead, acknowledging my body as one part of me, as something that drives my work. Even now I have the same perspective; this,”  he gestured down at the glittering mechanics that substituted his human limbs. “--this necessary abomination is but one part of my totality. But you, you have no understanding of what it feels like to even once feel your body as a potential enemy, as an obstacle, or as a public display of otherness! Even if I never let my disability define me, it doesn’t mean I never had moments of weakness when I wished things could be easier!”  You wordlessly stepped to the side, positioning Viktor between yourself and the Hexclaw — your eyes never allowed the contraption to leave your periphery even as you trained your gaze on Viktor.  He caught his breath. “Sue me for wanting to protect that ease in your life. Is it so wrong,” he seethed, stepping forward. The Hexclaw craned upward and curved over his shoulder. “… to know that others feel the desperation I felt, to know that not everyone in a similar predicament chooses to accept their fate? Is it so wrong to try and help those people, when it isn’t their fault they’ve been given the hand they were dealt and they choose to come to me for help? I may have accepted my fate back then, but now I’ve been given the ability to help others who would prefer other options. And it isn’t so outlandish for me to want to offer the same to you, when you’re the love of my life!”

Hearing Viktor reveal his fears and desires explicitly came as a surprise. But your adrenaline was high and you were still frustrated by his outburst and the unwanted suggestions he provided. Raising your head slightly, you blinked once, drew your eyes pointedly to the Hexclaw above his shoulder, and settled your gaze back into his.

“I’m well aware that I have no understanding what that’s like,” you said, voice calm and low. “I have not once been unaware that my body does not rebel against me. You know that I fully comprehend my limits of knowing and have never once assumed that I might have the right to pass judgment or opinion. Even know, with this injury, I don’t claim to understand what life has been like for you.” As if on cue, phantom pains from previously broken bones and torn tendons twinged in your arm. Scientifically, you understood that your stress and heated emotions were wearing down the protection from pain your medications provided – you gritted your teeth and endured it. “And I’ve never thought that it was wrong to facilitate those who prefer to change their state of affairs rather than accept it.”

Viktor went silent, his hair sticking up in wild directions. He wondered where you were going to take your words next.

“But,” you paused for full effect. “I have made my own choices clear; I do not want to be augmented nor ‘restored,’ Viktor, and you should know to respect that.”

He shut his mouth, chastened inwardly by your collected demeanor. But the monster hiding in his brain balked at the wave of shame that courses through him. Behind him, the Hexclaw stuttered; the mechanical whine of gears abrading finally captured Viktor’s attention. Alarmed, he whipped his head around — the Hexclaw stilled, then receded as Viktor stared it down in bewildered concern.

Once the Hexclaw was fully seated in its normal dormant position, Viktor dropped his hands to his workbench. His shoulders sagged, barely keeping him upright as the full weight of the argument bore down on his conscience. You didn’t move. Instead, you watched Viktor’s back as he seemed to have an internal conversation.

Then: “Sparrow…”

You swallowed, then respond. “Yes, Viktor?”

“I’m… sorry.”

Resisting the urge to cave and run to the man you love, you locked your knees. “For?”

A loud sigh came from Viktor’s general direction. “I warned that this… this whole set of changes I’ve been going through for the past year… would be difficult. I’m… This is as new for me as it is for you, and it seems I still haven’t the best grasp of what these changes mean for me and about me.” He swallowed thickly. “It’s not that I’m not grateful for the extended lease on life that you and Jayce have given me. But I’m constantly torn between gratitude for my new skillset and health, regret over what it cost all of us to get here, and fear over the corruption that I seem to still have not fully purged.” He gestured at the now-dormant Hexclaw then, clearly dismayed that despite his best efforts, remnants of the corrupted Hexcore still broadcasted his emotions dangerously to his technologies.

His raw admission gave you the courage to step forward. You quietly came to his side, placing a warm hand between his shoulder blades. Small strokes seemed to soothe him best, as they always had, and Viktor turned ever so slightly towards your presence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, tentative at first, then fully committed as he pulled you into a tight, firm hug. His cheek rested against your head, and you continued gentling at his back.

“I’ve always seen you as perfect,” his voice cracked somewhere above your head. “And I still do; nothing could change that about you. I never meant to suggest that you needed improvement or restoration, and you know that; rather, I thought it might be kind to spare you from a rough adjustment to a lifelong ailment you hadn’t been born into. When you’ve been through what I have, even if you can cope with it and make peace, it’s not something you’d ever wish to see happen to the ones you love most.”

You sighed, heart breaking as you shifted to lay your head on Viktor’s chest. “I know, love, but if there’s anything I’ve learned from being with you it’s how to be strong when living is a challenge. We’re both lucky to be alive, and these days, that’s good enough for me.”

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Perhaps, Robin, I briefly thought that the thing that helped make me strong and live longer — my augments — were something that should be universally desired. After all, after living so long with my cough and my crutch, it was a vast difference to be living without. I never thought my ailments made me any lesser, but they were certainly difficult and I was of the opinion that if someone wants to take their own life and destiny into their own hands, then augmentation might be a useful path forward.

Perhaps, Robin, I chose to forget or suppress the challenges I faced because I was too excited about my triumph. All of those changes I made in order to be able to greet you — those were scary, and difficult, and often times incredibly dangerous. Your mother’s fury reminded me about those. I chose to make those changes, and while I made something good out of tragedy, I needed a reminder of how much I lost in the process. You’d have liked Skye, I think. She’d have been a wonderful Auntie to you.

Just because I made these choices and lived to tell the tale (again, not solely of my own accord but through the help and sacrifices of people like your mother, grandfather, and Uncle Jayce), it doesn’t ever mean that everyone should make those choices. So I made it a point to continue my work, to make these choices safely available to those who want them, and I never suggested them to someone who hadn’t considered augmentation themselves ever again.

Oh, and I also said I’d stop telling Mama what to do. Of course, she said the same thing right back, but I’m not so certain we’re very good at that yet. Maybe by the time you write this letter we’ll have stopped bickering so much, or maybe not. Just know that I still love Mama very much, even if I protest to things she says and vice versa. 

[knoxs2nd]

in shannon and beatrice's first meeting, they talk about how love is the single element of the world. they both live for love - their greatest wishes are to love and be loved, in turn.

kanon notably does not live for love. no, his greatest wish is to become human.

in episode 4, shannon's concept of the golden land is somewhere she can be at rest with her loved one. beatrice's greatest wish - a universe of two - lines up with shannon's idea of happiness.

meanwhile, kanon's idea of the golden land is a world where he can become human.

george likes shannon, so shannon, the furniture who lives for love, accepts him.

jessica likes kanon, & it makes him happy, but he rejects her. being loved isn't his priority. being furniture is what anguishes him. being unlovable is just another tragic fact of his inhumanity.

it's not that love isn't important to kanon! but love belongs to the realm of humans. it's an important part of the human experience that makes life worth living, but it's not a singular reason to live. to kanon, being human is having possibilities for happiness, INCLUDING love

(as an aside, beatrice, who also lives for love, was so close at the end of episode 3 to pulling a shannon and accepting battler. but she ultimately rejects that type of love that prioritizes positivity and getting along, in favor of a love where she can be understood)

if shannon cries herself to sleep because of her unfulfilled love for battler, then kanon cries himself to sleep because he wants to be human

now, this can be read as a characterization choice between shannon and kanon as two characters of their own with different backgrounds, personalities, motivations, but in the context of reading them through yasu, and how they reflect how she lives in the human world?

and specifically, how she lives in the human world as a woman and as a man

shannon, who tries to present herself and is seen by others as this perfect, ideal adult woman

kanon, who is seen as a weak, boy-ish man who has few redeeming qualities

one of the most prominent themes in umineko is about different perceptions of love, and in particular how the different women feel like they need love and partnership, in order to be accepted as a woman and by society. it's not just a part of life. it's part of their purpose.

so, shannon, who lives for love, is seen as an ideal partner who can die happy as soon as she accepts george's ring. she's fulfilled her purpose.

meanwhile, kanon, who longs to be human, is seen as a tragic, doomed boy who will always die fighting his fate. he dies unfulfilled.

shannon is loved by george and can die peacefully with the promise of eternal love. meanwhile, kanon and jessica's love is framed as being the start on a journey. in ep6, they look forward to some distant future where kanon becomes a wonderful human with jessica supporting him.

love is important to kanon as a catalyst for change. jessica adds onto that, saying that she'll be there to support him the whole time.

love is important to men because it's a motivator for change, while women are there to support men in this journey to being good humans.

(and yes, i'm also pointing to george and shannon in this too! because this dynamic is also present in george/shannon's relationship, in george admitting he wanted to change because he wanted to become worthy of shannon!)

as people, kanon faces far more unknowns in his dreamed of future. but you can think of it as, he has all these endless possibilities, as a human.

meanwhile, shannon has already decided on her set path. she knows exactly what she wants and needs, and what it'll look like.

what does being a woman mean, for one's future, versus being a man? what roles must, and can, a woman fulfill? what are they allowed to hope for and aspire to?

how much more limited do their paths to happiness appear to yasu?

shannon is happier and more optimistic than kanon, but she sees the world in a more limited sense. see: her comments in ep2 on the fish in the aquarium who can live, perfectly happy and ignorant, never knowing that they will never reach the ocean. her comments apply to the catbox, but you can read it through this lens, and view it as her comments on the "world" that women are allowed to inhabit.

kanon is an unhappy, pessimistic person, but also because he's so acutely aware of what he's missing - all the more possibilities that he's allowed to have, as a man. it's an entire ocean out there that he's been denied.

finally, looking at yasu's miracle self. what does happiness look like for lion? what sort of happiness can they aspire to?

lion's gender is intentionally unstated in episode 7. and so, clair wishes for lion, the miracle beatrice, to find happiness - and frames this wish for lion's happiness in the context of both a man and a woman's happiness

live, as a human, in happiness

live, and find love

[ri47]

[Q1-2024] A RI47 Heavy Industries Not-Quite Quarterly Report: The Power of Paranoid Thinking

So let's do a quick summary to avoid scaring anyone: Ri47's fine, Rin's (hello!) health isn't really any worse than it usually is, no major projects have been cancelled besides a standalone short story, we have a new mascot, and we're staring down the barrel of several simultaneous releases. 2024, god willing, if all goes to plan, is set to be a busy year... but a normal year.

That's it! You can scurry along now if that covered most of what you were curious about. It's rambles past here.

I promised I'd put something together like this, and since I've set aside the time today, when better to make some announcements and clarify some things going on under the bonnet. It's nothing especially massive, but radio silence felt less ideal as an indicator of the fact I'm hard at work

Without further ado, let's get into the thick of it

A New Face

You might have caught that there's a new face around here. The girl in the black hat is named Łucja (/ˈwu.t͡sja/) and she'll be taking over as the actual mascot for Ri47 Heavy Industries going forward!

There were a lot of motivations around making Łucja, but it can mostly be boiled down to wanting a design to represent the creative side of Ri47 which also doesn't appear as a character in any of the works proper. As much as Pagan is a dear character to me, she's just not an excellent mascot (or author mouthpiece, given that she's an awful person lmao)

She's entirely monochrome, she's got a distinct funny hat, and her outfit is partially stolen from a band I enjoy. Perfect.

Additionally, Łucja is entirely incapable of death, although it still doesn't feel great. It's probably best not to bother her with that sort of thing.

What's up with VesalBlood?

The next chapter of ALTERNE: Diesem Fernen Traum is nearing its release (about 80% done), so if you've been following that series, I hope that's welcome news!

VesalBlood's releases slowed down a bit in the final months of 2023 and the early months of 2024. I wish I could say it was because I was working on something more impressive, but the actual reason is that money is money and I needed to work on projects which produced that sort of thing

There is no actual hiatus on VesalBlood besides my usual glacial pace, but I'd be lying if I said that my work hasn't been eating into my ability to write at the pace I'd like. It's neither here nor there, but it simply is

In a perfect world, I'd probably devote all my time to finishing one long-term project at a time, but that's just not a viable way to be a working artist of my type under any economic system at the moment. The Kishar System setting survived the latter years of my schooling, so rest assured it's not going anywhere unless I go somewhere as well

There may be a few surprising announcements relating to VesalBlood coming at some point in the next few months, but there also might not. To keep a little transparency here, it largely depends on whether I get some calls back

What's up with Armored Blade Jetkaiser?

Armored Blade Jetkaiser continues apace, albeit I've had to delay it a bit as well, due to some surprise complications necessitating the reworking of some key aspects of the combat system

I'm still weighing whether I want to release the first pre-release editions without the dogfighting ruleset to get it out the door faster, but it feels like that'd be a bit of a betrayal. Maybe I'll put it up to a poll soon? Who knows.

At any rate, Armored Blade Jetkaiser is Armored Blade Jetkaiser, and that means it's a solo project that I'm working on in my second layer of free time (what I do after I do the things I do in my free time) so it was always bound to be a little extra slow

What's up with OMEN/CONSTANCE?

OMEN/CONSTANCE is coming. No delays are expected, because I didn't actually set a release date. At any rate, it's coming about as fast as expected!

It should be entering the final stage of work soon, since we're only a song or two short of release. Look forward to it! There might be a few surprises on this one

RI47? In My Project?

While I'm not at liberty to discuss the specifics of it quite yet, I'm going to be featuring on a few projects! Watch out! Or don't! I'll be here, regardless. I'll make a point of saying more once I can.

As it stands, the projects are game-related, and I don't have to actually make the games for once

Lovely! Lovely!!

Wrapping Up?

Mostly! Before I forget, I'll probably throw Chivalry Without Honour on Bandcamp as a single at some point in the next few days. If you enjoy that track, you can pick it up, probably!

Also, I've finally worked out the ideal portion of salt to cut the burnt taste from my instant coffee! I won't write it down here, because discovering that is an important (and personal!) milestone in every frugal caffeine addict's life, kinda like learning which brand of inexpensive vodka won't make you sick.

You've really gotta learn it for yourself! But it's worth it!

See you soon!

[azmstea]

"A story about freedom, abuse of power and psychological consequences."

Fantasy politics, fantasy, psychological, thriller, sci-fi.

Synopsis:

“After years isolated and unhopeful, Agent S accidentally meets and teams with two rebels: Dryyan and Alice. Now, they look for the truth behind the “Lost Prophecy”, which promises bring back the peace and freedom for all monster kind.”

Agent S is a monster who lives in a "futuristic" world where peace isn't an existent word around. A group of powerful creatures known as Teknoloids rule all the places with ideals that no monster should be going through. However, by accident, she meets two rebels who were spreading their words for people around: Dryyan Ethan, a chill and polite ex-militar skeleton, and Alice Felicity, an energetic and brave gardener hybrid (human and moth). While they're wanted by the military, they hide in the deepest parts of an isolated community where Agent S lives, exploring more about the government and studying more about the "Lost Prophecy" while looking for new allies and ways to end the dictatorship.

Main Species:

Guardians: Superior creatures made of star dust. Tales say that they guided monsters during hard times;

Teknoloids: Powerful creatures made of pure magic with a raven appearance, rulers of the world. They're intelligent and strong, but unmerciful;

Hunters: Creatures with a similar appearance of owls, which main job is hunt for rebel teknoloids. It's a specific task, indeed, but only them are able to face teknoloids;

Regular monsters: Simple type of monsters who live under the dictatorship rules, like earth, flying and water monsters;

Hybrids: A fusion of human DNA + monster DNA beings with features of both species;

Hajikays: Creatures made of organic life and shadows, living in the deepest parts of the forests, blocked by a special barrier.

Other positions:

Military: Group of trained guards and militaries, where most of them agree and support the dictatorship as much as possible, having high influence over it, specially the politics. Guards are also included in this category, being known as the "police" of this world;

Scientists: As the name suggests, they work with researches and general science of this world. However, their discovers are completely manipulated by the militaries, so the same ones can always have monsters under their rules and control.

(OBS: There are subdivisions for each level in the hierarchy, but this is the main idea of how the divisions work.)

Main characters:

Agent S:

(Better arts will be added soon.)

Agent S is considered the leader of the team. She's a reserved, smart and "weird" monster that isolated herself for years due to the dictatorship. She's smart for many things, except social skills. She's determined, but also stubborn sometimes, brutally honest and lacks empathy sometimes, but she's not proud of this. Even though she looks cold most of the time, she can be also emotional and becomes extremely excited everytime she has the chance to talk about something she knows about, but can also be hysterical.

Alice is a human and moth hybrid with plant powers, working as a gardener to be able to sustain herself. She's mostly energetic and optimistic, even during hard times. She's the bravest one in the team, but can also be a bit reckless sometimes, which makes her end up end up injured in many missions. She likes to do many tasks at the same time, which makes her enjoy many hobbies. Although, her focus isn't the best, and she can do things like interrupt people accidentally or forget important details because of her hyperactive thoughts.

Alice Felicity:

Dryyan is an ex-militar from the military, but he never agreed with it to begin with. He can look threatening at the beginning, but he's really chill and polite. He never refuses being honest if it's really necessary and it's a bit clingy, but would never break someone's boundaries. Although, he suffers from sudden flashbacks and is always looking at getting stronger, because he feels like he will never be strong enough to protect those he loves. Too many informations at the same time also overwhelms him.

Dryyan Ethan:

Obs: This post will be frequently updated everytime new changes are made!

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