#looking for any excuse to touch David that he can find

[ingravinoveritas]

"THIN DARK DUKE" I'M--

[kimi240302]

Craving

A/N: Before you read this story, be aware I am from Germany and can't write a bit of English. That's why I'm sending this through an app that translates it for me.

A/N2.0: In this story, the characters are all a little older.

Summary: Y/N Swan tries everything to keep her promise to stay away from Demetri Volturi. But can you stay away from the man fate bound you to?

Demetri Volturi x Female!Swan!reader

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Tellin' myself it's the last time Can you spare any mercy that you might find If I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try Try to follow your light, but it's night time Please, don't leave me in the end

- David Kushner 

"Y/N?!”

Startled, the young girl flinched. Her gaze, which she had directed outside the entire time, turned to the whiteboard, and therefore to her scowling teacher. When Y/N noticed that the whole classroom was looking at her in a wait-and-see manner, her cheeks turned red as she shrank slightly into herself.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Porter, I wasn't listening." Shaking her head, the teacher sighed. "That's been happening to you quite a bit lately Miss Swan!" Embarrassed, since all the attention was still on her, Y/N just shook her head apologetically. "Just pay attention from now on. The things we discuss today will come up in next week's exam."  Y/N sat up a little straighter, took out her pen from her bag, and pulled her notebook towards her, which made the teacher smile contentedly and continue with the lesson.

For fifteen minutes, Y/N was able to focus on what was going on in front of her, until her gaze turned back outside and her thoughts drifted back to Demetri. As she did so, her hand settled, as if by itself, on the spot where Demetri's lips had touched her skin. Her eyes closed and the memories came back. It almost seemed to her as if Demetri was here in the same room with her, very close again.

Annoyed, Y/N exhaled, opened her eyes and dropped her hand. Three weeks had passed since the meeting with Demetri in the library. Three weeks of pure torture, as Y/N no longer knew exactly where she stood, what she felt, or what exactly she wanted.

Then to top it all off, the young girl felt guilty towards her sister for indirectly breaking her promise. While it had been Demetri who had sought her out, Y/N hadn't really done anything about his closeness either, or really found it disturbing. Y/N therefore kept inventing excuses not to talk to Bella for more than half an hour to an hour, even skipping a phone call here and there. Bella, surprisingly, ignored this. She probably thought Y/N had a lot to do with school, which was true somewhere.

On the other hand, Y/N was overwhelmed with what she was feeling. She missed the feel of Demetri's body against hers. She missed his hands holding her, his lips on her skin, and his presence. Y/N even had to admit that she searched for him whenever she was out.

Yet it was almost as if Demetri Volturi no longer existed. As if he had disappeared from the scene and the only thing he had left behind was desire and words that Y/N did not understand, or rather did not want to understand.

"How long can you hide your sins from the light of day?"

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"You should come out to party with us." Mara, a friend of Y/N, looked at her piercingly. "You've been going out for two weeks only to go to school, and even there you're absent the entire time and hardly talk."

Annoyed, Y/N released air from her lungs as she flopped down on her bed. "I just don't feel like doing anything else. Everyone has that once, it'll pass."

Mara jumped up from the chair she had been sitting on for the past hour and tried to coax Y/N into doing something other than just lying around in her room. Her fingers encircled Y/N's ankles. With a strong tug, Mara pulled Y/N off her bed.

Startled, she let out a scream as she plopped to the floor. Silence reigned for a moment until the two friends looked at each other and burst out laughing. Mara lay down on the floor next to the laughing Y/N, as she couldn't stop laughing either.

Both friends looked at the ceiling, trying to get their breathing under control as they slowly calmed down.

"What's it like?" Confused, Y/N turned her head in Mara's direction. "What exactly?" Her friend looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I have a big sister Y/N, I know what heartbreak looks like. I'm just wondering what it feels like. I've never been in love, so I can't understand someone wanting to pull away from everything and everyone because of it."  Y/N turned her gaze back to the ceiling. Clearing her throat briefly, she tried to collect herself. "It's more complicated than heartbreak." The young girl took one deep breath. "You have to imagine that I never really knew who I was at home. I felt lost, which I still do from time to time." Y/N fell silent. Saddened and depressed by her own words, even if they spoke the truth.

"Why?" "Bella always cast a shadow over me. She was all my parents saw. I tried to step out of it, but every time I did, I stood in it again. So I gave it up and just lived in it. When I met Demetri, that's his name, I had the feeling of being seen for the first time. Really seen. I wasn't Bella's little sister anymore, I was just Y/N." Smiling, she closed her eyes and remembered back to the day she had first seen the vampire.

A cold hand placed itself under Y/N's chin and lifted it. This forced the young girl to look up. Her fingers tightened in the fabric of her bag as she looked into a pair of red eyes. "What's your name Chéri?" At the blond-haired man's voice, a shiver ran down her spine. "Y/N...." Her voice was soft.

With a soft smile, Demetri released her chin and brushed a tangled strand of hair behind her ear. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"What's it like to be around him?" "It feels like coming home. When he's around me, it's like I can finally take a breath." Y/N gave a soft laugh. Confused, Mara looked at her, "What is it?" "At the risk of sounding ridiculous, when Demetri touches me it's like he reminds me that I'm alive and not just existing. His touches almost burn, and they continue to do so long after he's gone."

Mara was silent again for a moment. "That doesn't sound ridiculous. On the contrary it sounds beautiful, like a connection anyone would want to have. But then why are you sad?" "My family is against it." Mara exhaled in annoyance. "You mean your sister is against it."  "And a few other people I care about, or at least used to." Y/N's expression changed to a sad one. "So what's the plan? To forget him." The young girl just nods.

Mara, sighing, nudged her friend in the ribs with her elbow, making Y/N wince.

"Now let's be honest, let's go to the club today. The others are coming too. The first step towards oblivion." Y/N rubbed the spot where Mara's elbow had hit her.  "If I come with you, will you promise not to be violent towards me anymore?"

Playfully thoughtful, Mara put a hand to her chin and considered for a few seconds.

"If I have to..." Dramatically, the hand moved from her chin to her chest. "I promise to behave towards you!"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed the pillow, which had fallen on the floor with her earlier, and threw it in Mara's face.

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"Look who decided to join us for the night!" Mara spread her arms and showed her group of friends Y/N, immediately they all started cheering. "The lost child has returned!" Y/N rolled her eyes and plopped down next to Mick on the bench in the club. "I only skipped one club visit!" She had to raise her voice to fight the music. "One too many!" called Mick back, pressing his fresh beer into her hand. He put his arm on her shoulders and lifted the other beer to toast with the others.

As the evening went on, more and more alcohol flowed. Which helped Y/N lose any thought of Demetri and her confusing feelings for him.

With her eyes closed, Y/N moved to the tune of the music. The darkness that surrounded her, broken only by green and red lights every few seconds, made her feel safe and out of reach. Y/N felt free for the first time. No vampire drama could find her here. It was just her and her friends here.

The bodies around her, the young girl was already not even aware of, as well as the smell of sweat and alcohol. Smiling, she raised her arms in the air. 

Y/N's peace was quickly shattered. Startled, she flinched when two hands came to her hips. Her arms dropped down so she could put her hands over the stranger's and push them away. But as her skin touched the stranger's and she felt the familiar cold, the young girl literally sank into the body behind her. An unfamiliar feeling of relief spread through her.

"Demetri..."

His name was no more than a whisper, but Y/N knew he had heard her. After all, he was a vampire. The grip on her hips strengthened as if to assure her that it was really him, that he was really behind her and was not just an illusion.

"What do you think you're doing here Trésor?" Goosebumps formed on Y/N's skin. Tightening her grip on his hands, she sought the hold to steady herself. "Trying to forget." She murmured, not stopping to move, forcing Demetri to follow her lead.

The vampire snorted in amusement. His left hand settled on Y/N's stomach, where he applied enough pressure to keep Y/N's back against his chest. Demetri also released his right hand from her hip and let his fingertips travel upward just a few millimeters over the filmy fabric of Y/N's black blouse. When his fingers stopped at the exposed cleavage that started just below her breasts, Y/N had to gasp. Demetri's lips hovered just inches from her ear. "What are you trying to forget?"

Carefully almost, as if the vampire was afraid his mate would shatter like glass, he touched the exposed skin, between her breasts. Slowly his fingers slid up. Y/N bit her lip gently. She didn't want Demetri to know how much influence he had on her. However, the young girl quickly lost her focus as Demetri's fingers slid over her collarbone. Out of instinct, she grabbed Demetri's right arm, causing him to pause in his movement.

"I wanted to forget you." Her words sounded breathless and desperate. Demetri laughed, "And you really thought for a second that I would let this happen?" The vampire lowered his head. As he did so, he let his lips run over Y/N's cheek and chin. Arriving at her neck, he lowered his lips to her pulse point without further thought. Without hurting her he sucked his mouth there to make a mark on her. The young girl's eyes widened before she closed them. Her body automatically pressed even closer to his as Y/N's grip tightened on Demetri's arm.

"Good luck forgetting now." Demetri had moved away from her neck and taken his arms from her. Confused and slightly backward staggering, Y/N opened her eyes and at the lack of presence behind her, turned around. Only to find that Demetri had disappeared and left her behind  once again.

"He can't be serious now!"

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The young Swan girl felt as if a bucket of water had been poured over her head. Any signs of being drunk had disappeared and been replaced by a feeling of emptiness.

Slamming her apartment door behind her, Y/N shook her shoes off her feet. She had told her friends a half-hearted excuse, gotten out of the club into the next best cab, and headed home.

Tired, Y/N leaned against her front door. Her gaze slid around her dark apartment. Sighing, her head lightly banged on the door behind her. Tears came to her eyes as she realized how lonely she actually felt. Y/N didn't miss Forks, her sister, her father, or her friends, though. She was missing Demetri. Which made no sense from her point of view, since they were both never in the same place for more than half an hour.

Shaking her head, Y/N pushed herself away from her door, banished her way through the still dark apartment to the bathroom, and slowly began to undress in the process. She wanted nothing more than to wash the evening off her skin. The alcohol, her sweat, and the feeling of what Demetri had left on her skin. As she walked past her bedroom window, Y/N opened it to let the evening air in and since she lived on the fifth floor she didn't worry about anyone getting into her apartment.

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With a towel tied around her body, Y/N stood stunned in front of her bathroom mirror.

""This bloody..."" Twisting her neck a bit to the side, she looked at the red mark on her neck. Gasping, she propped her hands on the sink. "A hickey? Seriously!"

Shaking her head in front of her, she tugged on her towel again and left the bathroom to get dressed in her bedroom. Just as she was about to open her closet door to look for her sleeping clothes, a voice familiar to her was heard.

"Mon amour you should not leave your window open like that. Someone might come in here unannounced."

With a cry, the young girl turned to her bed. Stunned, Y/N looked at the vampire. Demetri had made himself comfortable on her bed. His hands were clasped behind the back of his head as he watched her with a satisfied grin.

"I live on the fifth floor! No one can get in there just like that. Except crazy vampires who don't know what privacy is!"

Angrily, she braced her hands on her hips. Demetri raised an eyebrow. "I thought the window was an invitation for me. After all, we both know that the height of your apartment is nothing that can stop me."  Several times Y/N blinked as she processed Demetri's words.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Y/N, enraged, grabbed the nearest object that fell into her fingers and threw it at Demetri. The latter jumped up from the bed to avoid the book Y/N threw at him.

"Mon amour you know that can't hurt me, right?" With an annoyed snort, Y/N grabbed her other textbook and aimed it at Demetri again. "I don't care!" Demetri ducked his head, repositioned himself properly, and looked after the book that had knocked a vase onto the floor.

"Think about your decor Y/N." Demetri's grin seemed to make the young girl even angrier. By the third time she turned to grab something and throw it at the vampire, Demetri had had enough. He closed the distance between them and stood directly in front of her.

Y/N, who was just turning back to face him, startled, dropped the book from her hand, and took an avoiding step backward. The skin on her back touched the cold wood, of her closet. This reminded her that she was still standing in front of Demetri in only a towel. Y/N's hands grasped the top hem of the towel and pulled it closer to her skin.

"Why are you here Demetri?" Y/N uttered her words only softly, with an uncertain tone. Demetri could even hear an anxious undertone. He stepped over the inches of distance that still existed between the two. The vampire raised his hand to Y/N's cheek, which made her close her eyes. The trembling of her body became more obvious and Demetri had to admit to himself that this reaction of his mate hurt him.

"Open your eyes Y/N." Demetri rested his forehead against Y/N's as he whispered his next words. "I beg you, don't be afraid of me." The young girl's eyes flew open. She had to swallow because of the closeness of their faces and the intensity of Demetri's gaze.

"Then give me a reason not to be afraid."

Demetri's free hand rested against Y/N's other cheek as he released his forehead from hers. Without hesitating any further, he lowered his lips to those of his mate. Instantly Y/N tensed and Demetri feared that he had gone too far. But Y/N leaned more toward him. Her chest pressed against his to keep her towel where it was as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss as passionately as Demetri had.

The vampire's hands dropped down to Y/N's hips.

When they both broke away from each other, Demetri stopped with his lips just inches from hers. Y/N opened her eyes, letting her right arm slide down Demetri's chest. The vampire inhaled, even though he didn't have to, not breaking eye contact with Y/N for a second. "I would never hurt you Y/N. I'm not the monster the Cullens want me to be."

Y/N placed her right hand on Demetri's cheek. Her fingertips gently ran over his skin. With a smile, Y/N watched as Demetri's eyes closed as he leaned into her touch. She realized that he felt the same in her presence as she did in his, comfort.

Y/N leaned closer to Demetri with her face getting closer and closer to him. Just as the young girl was about to close her eyes, a ringing interrupted her. Startled, Y/N flinched and separated herself from Demetri. The latter opened his eyes annoyed when Y/N took her hands from him, put them back to the towel and detached herself from his body. Demetri let go of her, watching as Y/N went to her cell phone, picked it up and read the name. "Bella..."

Shaking his head, he walked back toward her. "Don't answer it." Uncertain, his mate looked at him as her fingers tightened around her phone. Demetri had enough of Bella, enough of the promise of what she had taken from his mate, and enough of waiting. He grabbed Y/N`s face between his hands again, pulling her body towards him and letting his lips meet hers. Startled by her mate's rudeness, she dropped the phone on the floor between them. Her fingers buried themselves in the thick material of Demetri's top, at his waist.

"Tonight you're all mine, tonight it's just the two of us!"

Demetri bent Y/N's head slightly to the side with his right hand. Immediately he lowered his lips to the skin on her neck, causing his mate to groan. Meanwhile, his hands wandered over her shoulders to the top saun of the towel, where he untied the knot Y/N had made in it to make sure the fabric stayed where it was.

Y/N shuddered as she felt the fabric of the towel loosen around her body. With trembling fingers she pushed herself away from Demetri. Confused, he looked at her and wanted to protest, but fell silent when Y/N's fingers went to the first button of his shirt and opened it. They both looked into each other's eyes while she repeated this with the other buttons. Carefully, Y/N ran the exposed skin back up as she undid the last button. As she did so, she could swear Demetri gasped several times. Arriving at his shoulders, she slipped the shirt off his body. She let her fingers wander further up his neck and pulled him down to her. This time it was Y/N who deepened the kiss directly as Demetri's hands worked their way down to her thighs. He lifted her up without breaking the kiss and placed her on the bed behind them.

The vampire and his mate created their own little world that night under the protection of her darkness. A world where Bella and the Cullens were forgotten. Where Y/N's fears for the future had no place. Where the ringing of Y/N's cell phone was ignored and where she belonged completely to Demetri.

A world that shattered with the first rays of daylight. When Y/N opened her eyes, she was aware not only of the burning sensation left by Demetri's touch, but also of the tightness in her lungs. She had betrayed her sister.

Y/N turned in bed to face her window. The side of the bed on which Demetri had been lying was cold, but not empty. A note lay on the pillow. Confused, the young girl straightened up, grabbed it and read it.

"Daylight exposes your sins more and more, so why still try to hide them in the darkness?"

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I will write a Part 3

@twilightlover2007​ @ssnapsaurus @svtbpbts

@xxx-wounded-angel-xxx  @ms-sasa​

[liviusofpella]

some thoughts and theories on abh so far

Both Raphael and Mikael's touch is said to be cold while David's is hot

If anyone has any theories about who the guys' superiors could be, please share because I have no idea.

I'm 1000% certain that the guys don't really live at the agency.

The mansion possessed a most unusual trait: if its residents weren't actively seeking you out, it was nearly impossible to find them yourself."

Moreover, I think MC was going somewhere and mentioned again that the house was empty.

"Our father went missing. I believe he's dead" - this actually makes me think the father they talk about isn't God.

This could be a red herring but the man who approaches MC at the club could be involved in the murder. His glassy eyes ("but he didn't look drunk") are definitely a hint and his hot-tempered personality make him very suspicious. "He looked around quiclkly," his outfit is rather out of place at this club, he's pushy and insistent. I found some info that glassy eyes could mean lifeless eyes and when you look at this dude, it's.......plausible (kinda kidding, kinda idk. He just looks suspicious)

I believe they all don't truly grasp the concept of emotions. Mikael doesn't really care about the clients + don't understand the concept of grief, David has no empaty for the deceased. Idk about Cas, and Raphael could be the one able to understand emotions (or he's just good at pretending and/or he feels the emotions his interlocutors do)

As for MC - I think the guys had sth to do with her patient going beserk and her ending up at Astrea. It's just a hunch, I don't have any proof, but they obviously need her for something, and I wouldn't be surprised if Mikael already knew she lost her medical licence.

Mikael:

Cheeky if you pay attention - even during the interview in ch 1 he laughs at MC's poor attempt of touching him under a really weak excuse (can't blame her though); "a playful spark flashed in his eyes," "sly smile" so he's not as stuck up as it looks at the first glance lol

Physically: a picture of Renaissance beauty, it is constantly stated he's very graceful and charismatic. MC also says he's very fit and has prominent muscles (which is surprising "for someone in his position); "stately figure"; statue chiseled out of marble".

He's Not a doctor, but yet heals. In ch. 4 he 1000% sucked the poison out of MC body, and I believe so not only because of what he says but also from the way his eyes look. He also says "I've never had a chance to heal mental wounds" which implies he's been healing for a long time.

David:

Could be far reaching and I formulate this theory mainly because I've been watching too much Supernatural lately, but I believe he's some type of a demon.

He's very confident and he "never loses" as a lawyer, so he's either very very good or able to influence people somehow.

MC obviously didn't end up in Astrea by accident, and she's the MC so she must be somehow special, so it makes me think David constantly calling her a witch isn't without a reason. Ch. 3: "don't admit to anyone in the village that you're a witch, either." Could be just a joke though.

Also the fact he was extremely friendly towards MC is suspicious, almost as if he tried to influence her to stay at all cost.

"It's impossible to get enough of me"

After the murder: "he's like a doctor who has seen death so many times that he hardly feels it anymore"

We learn his father lost his mind because he sold his soul. I've yet to come to any conclusions on this ngl.

Raphael:

I think he takes people's emotions onto himself and makes emotions come to the surface in people. Ch. 3: "Raphael approched the man, and the man's eyes filled with tears."

General:

Felonia emphasising that the guys treat MC differently, kindly and friendly. During the meeting in chapter 3, Mikael is cold and impartial when he talks to Fel

David: "You're so hash, Mikael"

"Only constant effort can attract his attention and make him believe that you deserve another chance" so the question is - who's he?

Felonia: "They're not villains, but they're not exactly heroes either. They have a mission and will go to any lengths necessary to complete it"

Mikael knows about the nightmares MC has and the dream we saw at the beginning of the book is definitely an answer to one of the big mysteries of the book, imo we'll learn what it means at the end of season 1 and it'll be the first supernatural thing we witness (although I'm not entirely sure because of how the last chapter ended)

Mikael: "Everyone's terribly worried about you" - why? They're not that close. They're worried because she's crucial to their plan.

My take is that Raph and Mikael are (arch)angels. Possibly fallen angels or at least angels who fucked up and are being punished. I'm not sure about Raphael, but if Mikael is the Angel Michael then he's the God's commander - his strict, controlled character, the fact he's the director of the agency then it kind of makes sense he;s so harsh to Felonia who seems to have seriously fucked up? He doesn't like disobedience.

Quora (don't judge me lol): "His power is believed to come from his closeness to God and his unwavering commitment to righteousness and the defeat of evil."

"The sword and shield are used today to represent a cutting of cords or energies that no longer serve and protecting us from harm. Michael can help in healing and repairing our energies where trauma, grief, past lives or karmic debts are holding us back from our true potential in this life. He will then work with Archangel Raphael to replace the negative energy, emotions, worries, doubts, physical ailments with positive vibrations. Michael will cleanse your entire being both the physical and spiritual."

@agattthaa mentioned that God is kind only to humans, he's not a good father to angels because he isn't present or forgiving to them; God forgives humans, but when angels make mistakes they fall from grace. Just a food for thought.

I'm curious about others' thoughts and theories. I just wanted to put all this together to sort it in my head as well.

Tagging @raleigh-edward 🫧

[blues824]

Do you think you can do obey me brothers with mc/reader/s/o who’s like SCP 166 Just a Teenage Gaea?

Y’all, I’ve been posting requests left and right, but I think I’m becoming burnt out.

Lucifer

He thinks you look absolutely divine, and you technically are. However, he’s devastated that you have to go through so many health issues. Most of the time, you are bedridden because of the terrible air quality of the Devildom. He will stay by your side as long as you want him to.

Because you can’t see Father David, Lucifer allows Simeon and Luke to come in and talk to you and act as a ‘Father’. Can’t get much closer to Him than his archangel, can you? However, he lets you know that with your rosary beads, he can’t come close because the necklace offers a spiritual ‘force field’ of sorts.

In the HoL, because of your dietary restrictions, the food in the pantry has been changed to all organic ingredients. Even if it sat for just 5 minutes in a factory, it’s being chucked out the window. Everyone is upset at this new change, but this guy will throw hands with anyone who shames you for it.

If you want to go out of the house, he will help you put on an oxygen mask and will carry you outside. Not only does he want you to be able to experience all of what the Devildom has to offer, he also loves keeping you close to him.

Mammon

The literal definition of a simp. He would give you the very clothes off his back if you so desired. He would never admit it though. He would totally stay by your side whenever you find yourself too weak to leave your bed.

He gets jealous whenever he sees Lucifer let the two angels into your room. He’s your first and your protector, he should be in there with you! But your rosary beads create a forcefield only the residents of Purgatory Hall can go into.

He does get a bit annoyed about having only organic foods inside the house, but he understands that you could possibly die if any inorganic or processed food was consumed by you. He will volunteer to make all of your food so that he would be the one to feed you.

He would totally give you a piggyback ride if you wanted to spend some time outside. However, since the air quality isn’t the best in the Devildom, you have to wear an oxygen mask that delivers purified air. Other than that, he feels like he’s finally doing something for you. 

Leviathan

First time he saw you, he almost died because he was blushing so hard. You were just so beautiful and you looked so innocent. Your soul was as pure as your disposition. However, it all comes at the cost of your physical health. He would essentially move into your room so that you could hang out more often.

If you thought Mammon was jealous whenever he was ushered out of your room, Levi was that tenfold. He would be sitting in his room sulking until Simeon came in and said that your weekly service was completed. Then, he would go straight to your room.

I wouldn’t say he gets annoyed, but it is a tad bit of a problem to change the recipe of whatever he’s making to accommodate your organic diet. Luckily, there are a few shops that offer authentic ingredients so the food he makes is actually quite delicious.

He doesn’t want to go outside, but he wants to stick by you so he will also give you a piggyback ride if you want to go out of the house every once in a while. He could take you to his favorite shops in person and he will most likely want to get you something but you have to remind him that you can’t really touch anything factory made. He’s sad that he can’t spoil you a lot, but he will make sure you feel loved in a different way.

Satan

He thought you were a fairy of some variant at first with your horns and delicate demeanor. He eventually learned about your parentage and understood. He would also stay by your side and read to you whenever you feel at your worst so that you could get your mind off the pain.

He honors your wishes of having services every Sunday, so he will excuse himself as the angels make their way into your room. He tries to listen in, but the rosary beads you have prevent him from doing that. He understands being dedicated to something, so he will just leave you be.

He’s not angry about substituting the food in the pantry for organic stuff. In fact, I think he enjoys it more since studies show that eating healthier leads to being happier. He will volunteer to make your food because he already has a few organic eating cookbooks.

He does enjoy going outside to walk to his favorite bookstore. On the days where you feel okay enough to get out of bed, he will carry you everywhere you desire to go. He’s a demon, so you weigh almost nothing to him. He enjoys the intimacy behind it, with you wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself. He feels sad whenever he sees your oxygen mask, but better safe than sorry.

Asmodeus

Oh my goodness you look so beautiful, Y/N! And adorable! He will coo over your horns and hooves because he thinks you look just like a little deer. He would definitely stay next to you by your bed whenever you feel weak because he doesn’t want you to be alone.

He’s sad that Simeon and Luke get your attention for an hour every Sunday and he’s not allowed inside. Not just on Lucifer’s orders, but also the rosary beads cast protection over the room. He just sits and sulks until Simeon comes in and tells him that the ‘service’ is over.

He is most definitely on-board with changing out the foods in the pantry. Eating organic has many health benefits, and it’s a trending diet! He will gladly make you some food because he wants to spend more time with you.

He would love giving you piggyback rides on the days where you desire to go outside. He would take you around the farmers markets and organic shops to buy you the things that catch your eye. Say it and it’s yours!

Beelzebub

When he experiences your kind soul, he melts. He is a huge pushover. But, he is sad that you can’t spend a lot of time out of bed due to your condition. That being said, he loves spending his time just talking to you by your bedside. 

He’s indifferent towards the weekly services. He understands your dedication to your faith, so he doesn’t sulk or anything. He waits patiently for you to be done, and often gets you some snacks for you both to enjoy after.

Speaking of snacks, he doesn’t care if he has to replace all the food in the house. He just wants to eat. Chances are, the food that was leftover goes to him for him to devour immediately. He will look up a bunch of different recipes so he can make you some delicious food.

He’s down for either piggyback rides or carrying you around while he brings you outside. Like the others, he wants you to experience what the Devildom has to offer. He would take you to a few restaurants that had a healthy menu.

Belphegor

He does think you are beautiful and kind. He will stay by your side and try to help you get sleep so that you can sleep through the pain. He feels sorry that someone as innocent as you has to suffer through so much.

He’s also indifferent towards the weekly services. You would think that he gets jealous, but he doesn’t. He uses it to rest so that he can continue using his powers to make sure you get enough rest.each night.

He doesn’t particularly like cooking, but he doesn’t mind the inorganic diet that Lucifer is putting everyone on. In fact, he has gotten better sleep because of it. If it’s his turn to cook, then he will save a portion for you so that Beel doesn’t eat it.

He doesn’t like going outside either, so he won’t be carrying you anywhere. If Beel takes you somewhere, that is when he will accompany the two of you. It’s nothing personal, Y/N… he’s just one tired demon.

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yoo webgott sickfic for the covid? 😔😔

I got the perfect idea for this one 🫶🏻.

Stuck In It With You-Webgott

Summary: Joe tests positive for covid along with Web. Web is on a mission to heal him until roles reverse.

WC: 1,026

C/W: Mentions of Covid and mild homophobia via Webs parents.

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"Fuck!" Is the first thing Web heard on this beautiful Saturday morning.

Lieb came out of the bedroom coughing and his mouth open, his breath hot.

“I can't fuckin' breathe." Joe groaned, heading right over to the drawer with all the cold medicine and over the counter pain drugs.

“Take a covid test," Web hummed, backing up from where Joe was standing, taking out the Dayquil and swallowing it dry.

“Web, I don't have covid." Joe looked at Web like he was an idiot and not a Harvard graduate.

“You had a sore throat last night and Joe and George both have it." Web said, "There's some tests in there, go in the bathroom and take it." David didn't have the patience to deal with Joe's attitude this morning. They were hosting dinner for his parents and Joe being sick wasn't an option.

His parents had far too high standards held for him, one of those being that Joe was a phase. Never would they accept that David was gay and nothing was going to change that. It was just part of them and Web had learned to deal with it.

Now, Joe on the other hand...it was always tough for him to accept that, Webs parents were like that. Joe had grown up with gay dads and had heard all the bullshit of people's homophobia and hate.

“Fuck!" Joe groaned loudly from the bathroom, “It's positive."

“Should I take one? I feel fine but you never know." Web sighed, shifting his weight.

“Yeah you should." Joe responded. Last night the two of them had an intense four rounds of sex. So confidently Liebs tongue touched every part of Web's body and certainly was in his mouth as well.

David opened the drawer and took out the rectangular box and dumped its contents onto the granite countertop.

He got everything sorted out and swabbed his nose then put the swab on the test. It took nearly 30 seconds before the two red lines appeared on the test.

"I'm positive too." Web sighed looking down at the test.

Web heard the bathroom door lock unlock and Lieb came out. He tossed the test in the trash and washed his hands.

“Well at least we can be sick together, David." Lieb shook his head as he dried his hands moving onto the coffee pot and grabbing out his favorite mug.

“Yeah but now I have to tell my parents." Webs family was difficult dealing with they were Covid deniers and thought David was ridiculous for getting vaccinated against covid as well.

That Joe wasn't some radical leftist, his parents were both a pain to deal with.

“Well let's rip the bandaid off now." Lieb handed Web his phone from where it laid on the counter. Web rolled his eyes, taking his phone from Lieb and calling his mom.

"Hey mom," Web said in a nervous tone as his mother picked up. Joe watched as Web leaned against the counter, "So Joe and I tested positive for Covid, so we're going to have to reschedule our dinner."

“No, I'm fine mom I promise." Web sighed as his mother did the thing she always did.

Joe shook his head walking out of the kitchen. He didn't want to listen to him talk with his mom right now. She hated Joe, they both would find any excuse to talk poorly about him. Joe went into the bedroom ripping the sheets off to wash the bedding so they could have fresh sheets.

Joe was loading the comforter and sheets into the washer when Web came down the hall. "What'd she say?" Joe asked as he pushed start.

“She's upset, but it's going to be okay." David sighed and opened up the other closet in the hall taking out a clean set of dark gray sheets. 

“Of course she's mad," Joe followed Web into their room and took one corner of the fitted sheet.

"She didn't say it was your fault this time." David shook his head, he felt bad that his mom absolutely could not stand Joe.

"Surprise, surprise." Lieb put their pillows back on the bed. Web grabbed the comforter from the closet and came over to the bed.

"You should go back to sleep, you look like shit." Web crossed his arms.

"But I wanna shower with you," Lieb frowned.

"Maybe later, Joe. But no offense, you look like shit."

It was true, Joe had dark bags under his eyes. His throat was swollen and his sinuses were congested.

Joe rolled his eyes and laid back down in the king sized bed.

"Hey, Joe, wake up, you need to eat something." Web kept his voice barely above a whisper as he woke up his husband.

"What?" Joe felt like he could barely open his eyes as he felt the tickle in his throat and started coughing.

"Here," David handed him a wad of tissues as Joe spit up some mucus and took a drink of his water.

"I also made you some chicken noodle soup." Web handed the bowl to Joe after he got himself sat up.

"What about you? You're also sick, liebling you need to rest too." Joe patted the spot on the bed next to him.

"But I don't really feel sick." He sat on the spot next to Joe leaning into his touch as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead.

"Jesus, you're burning up. I'm gonna go get the thermometer." He set the blue ceramic bowl on the nightstand and disappeared into the bathroom. David sighed, accepting defeat and getting into the bed.

Joe came back out with the thermometer and handed it to Web. He tucked it under his tongue and cringed after a moment as the screen flashed red as it beeped.

"101!" Joe sighed, shaking his head and returning to the bathroom. Web didn't like when he felt like Joe had to take care of him. His parents always made sure to make sure he felt bad when he had to ask for help.

"Here take these." Joe put the Tylenol in Web's hand, "They'll reduce your fever."

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Charming Eternity - Chapter 27

A/N: (I don’t have a gif for this chapter and that’s mostly what’s been delaying me posting this...)

Chapter Sum: Calcifer has a few things to explain while everyone waits for Maeve to wake. 

Words: 1977

Warnings: None

(Previous Chapter)

Calcifer walked up to Maeve's door and saw Michael standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, looking in.

“Relax, Mikey boy,” Calcifer said as he watched the mix of emotions on his face. Michael turned to glare at him. “They won’t hurt you or the family. Crossing Maeve would be worse than death for them,” he said with a chuckle. "Star looked a lil outta place down there." Michael looked from him back into the room. "Go on, then. I got this." Calcifer pat him on the shoulder. The boy hesitated but nodded and headed downstairs.

Calcifer walked into Maeve’s room to find David had laid her on her bed and he had taken a seat beside her, leaning against the headboard, legs straight out, arms and feet crossed. Dwayne leaned against the wall by the window, arms crossed, while the other two blonds sat on the floor facing the bed. David looked over at the familiar.

“When’s she gonna wake up?” he asked.

“She’s never used that much energy at one time before or for that long,” Calcifer admitted. “Could be days.”

“Days?!” Paul shouted.

“Relax, when I say days I mean… like two.”

“You’ve got to get better at breaking news to people, dude,” Marko said. Calcifer sneered slightly. 

“The cat behaviour makes so much sense,” Paul muttered.

“I will claw your eyes out,” Calcifer deadpanned.

“Can’t you like… heal her or something?” Marko asked.

“She’s not injured. She just used too much energy. That’s not something I can fix, especially at the levels she used. I don’t think she was prepared to use so much since she had to change up the plan at the last minute.” He gestured towards her. “If she had, she would’ve taken precautions, set things up ahead of time. She just needs sleep. I’m sure she’ll send Ciri to come get you when she wakes up.” All four looked at him. “Oh, you’re kidding…”

“We’re not leaving,” David said, shaking his head.

“I can revoke my invitation at any time,” Calcifer reminded them as he crossed his arms.

“You won’t,” Dwayne said. Calcifer glared at him and Paul and Marko looked between the two, eyebrows raised. The black haired boy let out a huff.

"Fuckin’ hell…" he muttered as he made a quick hand motion and the windows tinted black immediately. When he looked at David he expected a smug smirk, what he didn’t expect was the nod of silent thanks. Calcifer looked around at all of them, hesitating as he took a step back towards the door. “I suggest you don’t touch anything in here. She uses different wards on things that don’t exactly get nullified by a simple invitation.” He turned and took a step out the door before leaning back in, waving an arm up. The window beside Dwayne opened. “Ciri isn’t home yet, she’ll be back well before sun up,” Calcifer explained before he started to close the door only to pause once more. “Damn it…” He walked back in and grabbed something off Maeve’s desk before leaving, closing the door behind him.

…

Once the house was fixed up and cleaned up Calcifer sat on the couch, letting out a breath as he closed his eyes.

"What?" he asked, peeking an eye open to see Sam and the Frogs peeking out from the kitchen.

"You're letting those bloodsuckers stay here?" Edgar asked.

"They're not gonna do anything," Calcifer said, closing his eye again. "Ciri'll be in there with 'em soon enough."

"They'll just wait until we're all asleep," Alan said.

"I'm not sleeping," Sam said, shaking his head.

"Would it help if I locked them in there?" Calcifer offered as he lifted his head and looked at them.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Edgar asked.

"Ya don't." Calcifer shrugged. "You boys still wearin' those charms she made ya?" The three looked down.

"Yeah," Sam said.

"You'll be fiiine," Calcifer said, the last word getting stretched out in a yawn. "Now if you'll excuse me, I haven't done that much at once in forever." He laid on his side, across the couch, closing his eyes again.

"Wait, lock them in first!" Sam squeaked. Calcifer let out a huff and raised an arm, flicking his wrist. The three boys looked up the stairs.

"How do we know it worked?" Alan asked. The three looked back to see Cal curled up in the corner of the couch. They stared for a moment in disbelief until the cat opened its eyes, tail flicking once, and they hurried up the stairs.

When Calcifer walked down the stairs the next morning Lucy, Michael, and Star sat at the kitchen table, Sam and the Frogs sat on the couch with Laddie while Grandpa was in his taxidermy room. Calcifer walked to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice before he paused and slowly turned around to see everyone watching him. He let the door close and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked. "I'm thirsty." He raised the carton before turning to get a glass. "You all know I exist now; I'm allowed to walk around freely."

"Is Mae awake yet?" Star asked. He shook his head as he poured a glass.

"Not yet."

"Is she going to be okay?" Lucy asked.

"Oh, she'll be right as rain in no time," he said before taking a sip of his drink as he put the carton back. 

"And… those boys…?"

"Locked in her room, don' worry. 'sides it's daytime; they’ll be sleeping too."

"Will she be okay in there with them?"

"She's got charms and such. And she's got Ciri in there." He took another drink. “Trust me… they won’t do anything to hurt her.”

“How long as Mae been…?” Lucy asked.

“How long’s she been a witch? Whole life. Doesn’t run in the family, and she didn’t sell ‘er soul if that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

“What happens now that Max is gone?” Michael asked.

“Gotta be more specific, mate,” Calcifer said. “To his video store and house, no idea. To Santa Carla and those boys… well that all depends on certain people…”

“Who?” Star asked.

“Uh…” He hesitated. “Look, Star, I think you’re great and all but there’s certain rules about who can and can’t know about stuff like this… Emersons are in the clear cause, ya know, they’re Mae’s family but uh…” He looked over to the group on the couch. “It’s not up to us but there’s a small chance you’ll have your memories wiped.”

“What?” The Frog brothers jumped up.

“You’re not touchin’ my head!”

“Why?” Sam asked.

“These things are meant to be a secret, kid,” Calcifer said. “Now, yeah, you all learned about vampires on your own so that info isn’t something they can legally touch but… the witch thing is another story. But hey, I’m just saying what would normally happen. Who knows, maybe they’ll be okay with it. There isn’t exactly a precedent for this.” He shrugged. “Oh and I wouldn’t try writing any of this down for your future self in case your memory does get wiped. They’ll just find it and destroy it,” he added as he turned to the Frog brothers. Both boy’s eyes widened. “And no I didn’t read your minds, that just seems like something you’d do.”

It was approaching sundown when Maeve started to stir. The first thing she noticed was someone was holding her hands. As her eyes cracked open she realized it was two someones. To her right David was laying beside her, asleep, and between them their fingers were interlocked. While to her left, sitting on the ground with his head leaning against the bed facing her, Paul had his arm up on the bed in order to hold his hand on top of hers. She lifted her head slightly to see the top of Marko's curly blond hair leaning against the wall beside Circe’s perch - where the bird was also sleeping - and finally Dwayne sitting with his back against the door, arms crossed, sleeping with his head tilted forward slightly. She tilted her head slightly to look up and saw David’s eyes were open slightly, a faint smile on his face. He gave her hand a light squeeze.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in a whisper.

“Like I wanna sleep for a hundred years,” she said as she let her eyes close briefly. “I’m so glad it worked.” Tears began to well in her eyes and David used his free hand to wipe one of them from her cheek. 

“We really thought Marko was gone…” he said. “He showed us the letter when we woke up. I’m glad you didn’t have to be the one to do it.” He brought her their hands up and kissed her knuckles.

“Did you all stay here all day?” she asked, finally noticing the time on the clock.

“You think I’d be able to get them to just leave you here?” he asked with a scoff.

“Right, cause I’m sure you wanted to go home,” she said. His grip on her hand tightened, but he didn’t say anything. She smiled at him and he rolled his eyes as he looked away. On her perch, Circe let out a small trill. “Where’s Cal?”

“Wouldn’t know. He locked us in here last night.”

“I just hope…” she paused and let out a sigh. He raised an eyebrow but she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she turned over her other hand and let her fingertips tickle the underside of Paul’s wrist.

“Don’t wake them,” David groaned. 

“Too late,” Dwayne muttered and a moment later Paul was on his feet.

“She’s awake! Marko! Marko!” He grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him.

“He-ey-ey-ey! Dude!”

“Mae’s up!” And with that both blonds were suddenly up and sitting on the bed.

“How ya feelin’?” Marko asked.

“I’m probably gonna need a few more days,” she admitted even as she sat up, with David’s help. The lock of the door clicked and Dwayne moved so Calcifer could push open the door.

“Thought I heard Blondie shouting,” he said. “No word yet.” He held up a small handheld mirror he had taken off her desk the night before.

“Won’t be long,” Maeve said.

“Luv, you’ve got six witnesses. Eleven if you count us,” he said as he motioned at the four boys and himself. 

“What’s with the mirror?” Paul asked.

“What do you need witnesses for?” Marko asked.

“You need to prove you didn’t kill Max, don’t you?” Dwayne asked. 

“She needs to prove she had nothing to do with it essentially,” Calcifer said. “The way things went I can only see them saying faking their deaths maybe made Max reveal himself… but that had nothing to do with his death if you really think about it. Gramps is the one who did the staking. You just saved his sires.” He shrugged.

“The mirror is for scrying; it’s how Estrid will contact me,” Maeve said.

“Estrid?” Marko asked.

“Witch Rep,” Calcifer said. “Speaking of, I was thinking… maybe it would be a good idea to be first to reach out? Explain our side in case it turns out his brother actually cares that Max is gone.”

“You’re right,” Maeve said and let out a sigh.

“I could do it. We both know she’s got a soft spot for me,” Calcifer said with a chuckle. 

“No, I should do it… but you could be there as back up.”

“Of course,” he said with a smile.

“What’s gonna happen to Santa Carla now that Max is gone?” Dwayne asked.

“Well, unless his brother is willing to pass on the gift of the city to Davey here,” Calcifer said as he motioned to the blond, who frowned at the name. “You boys are gonna have to learn to share.”

A/N:

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HISTORIC ART STUFF WOO

In true procrastination fashion, I have picked up drawing historical Hetalia in the midst of deadlines- but take some images anyway? I've got another 4 waiting to be finished, but I'm posting these now in the hopes that I'll switch focus to better things before I pick up the remaining images... (hopefully)

If you're interested in my process through creating these, I have more information on my thoughts, references, etc under the cut! :)

So first (and ironically the most recently completed one): America. I was going to draw this lad in more masculine clothing, but I was flipping through one of my reference books and found a look I thought was absolutely stunning, so ofc I had to use it. My justification is the hc that he crossdressed to hide from British forces/representatives (depsite the image used being dated to the 1710s). Speaking of...

This is taken from a book in the World of Art series by James Laver: "Costume and Fashion". This specific image can be found on page 129 and is captioned (visible at top of image) "Studies of three women, Jean-Antoine Watteau c. 1716-17". The lady on the left has the outfit that caught my eye, while the one in the middle is who I took inspiration from in regards to hairstyle. I found it fascinating to see the differences in fashion between classes- the same basic structures, but the left woman's stays are on full display, held in place by a simple ribbon. And her stays don't show a hint of decoration, unlike many from the time. Certainly not something the other two would be caught dead wearing, but I quite like it.

Since the image has little colour, I was free to play with my own ideas (though I likely would have anyway). Since my excuse was that this is during the revolution, I figured linking back to the American flag would be a neat touch- hence the blue skirt and white ribbon (not exactly the shades used, but I didn't think of that at the time). You might notice that red's missing from the equation, which I decided on due to the famous redcoats of the British army at the time. I thought about using a red-brown for the stays, but I liked the brown I settled on and figured that probably wouldn't have been the most common colour on the cheap anyway. However, the white of the ribbons is ever-so-slightly red, and I used a grey-red colour to shade it. That detail is meant to be rather subtle however, as I imagine America wouldn't have wanted to use anything red as a disguise at the time. The green top might seem a bit out of place following that logic, however I had a different idea when it came to that. Originally I thought of green because of how it worked well with blue and brown, but a recent (ongoing) project involved me researching meaning by the colour, so its association with growth and renewal seemed fitting for the whole revolution plot. Though, it could also like to the green fields and rolling hills you can find in the east coast- the ground on which the revolution was fought.

The background colour isn't so thought out- I just picked one that didn't take away from the main image.

Now next we have Prussia, who's dressed in a formal suit from the 1820s- specifically, 1829- as seen in the reference photo I used:

This is from "A History of Fashion: From Loincloths to Lycra", written by Jacqueline Moray, created and designed by David Salariya- with a small team backing them up. It's incredibly detailed, and each page features small images of people across each time period discussed (one of which I've used for my reference) which helps with variety of dress. I do have to note, however, its lack of poc representation- with figures of any skin colour other than white only displayed in the Ancient Egyptian section and from the 1920s onwards. Furthermore, a crayon-like texture is apparent on darker skin tones- for no apparent reason. I'm not normally one to call attention to limited representation in these sorts of books- it's incredibly frustrating, but I get the thought process of "European/western fashion, European [looking] people" but the fact that they begin to appear after a time and the weird texture is... highly suspect.

But none of that relates to Prussia! This figure (the middle one, in the turquoise coat) can be found on page 24 of the book, and I've taken the outfit practically verbatim- minus some changes in colouring. I kept the shoes, under suit (under under suit?) and socks, with my changes originally going to be a grey/red colour theme... before I remembered that Prussian Blue exists. My whole idea I had going into this drawing was the sort of obnoxious peacocking that feels very on-brand for Prussia, and using a colour literally named after him sounded perfect. I decided to make that the overcoat's main colour, with a smidge of red around the vest collar to contrast it. Apart from that, I kept the grey and detailed with various buttons, primarily gold in colouring (with an exception for the larger ones on the overcoat, which are a darker blue).

Additionally, you may notice that he is blushing in the drawing I've done. There is no special meaning to this, other than that I'd noticed- while browsing images of him in order to reference features- images that appeared to be official/from the manga (I was just scrolling, and so didn't double-check) often depicted him with a bit of blush along the edge of his cheeks. Frankly, that's adorable and I had to include it.

And the last we have is New Zealand- or, my interpretation (one of). As I've stated previously (buried in the tags of an earlier post, good luck finding it) I have always thought of feminine/female, in part due to the lack of such representation in the Hetalia canon. Admittedly, though, my decision is influenced by my own gender identity and a want to relate to the character that represents my country. I alter the appearance of my country from their canon counterpart mainly due to a lack of satisfaction with what there is in canon for Aotearoa (and this is not something that just applies to my country, but it is the strongest in this instance) and the feeling that the character I see for my country doesn't represent the one I know. Though it's important to mention that how I choose to represent my country isn't static- it often changes, and you'll likely not see the same two NZs ever in my art, (unless it's an instance like my oc Kima, who was originally an interpretation of my country but was roped into another project and became individual in her own right. I draw her a lot, and her appearance is static, though I doubt she'll appear often on this blog.)

With that out of the way... I had two main reference images for Aotearoa, both taken from "Dressed: Fashionable Dress in Aotearoa New Zealand 1840 to 1910" by Claire Regnault which, by the way, is the best resource I have ever come across for early NZ fashion, and- while approaching the topic largely from the perspective of colonists- details how both Pākehā and Māori clothing evolved.

Both are illustrations by George Angus, the former (page 27) is taken from his book "The New Zealanders Illustrated" which covers how Māori dress changed due to colonisation, which was published in 1847. The latter (page 49) is a painting by him of Toenga (a hine of Ngāti Maru), depicting her in a traditional (though, slightly modernised) harakeke kākahu (flax cloak) as well as a European-style hat he describes as very fashionable among the Māori women of Auckland at the time. While I haven't incorporated the hat into my illustration, I have taken the cloak and red balls of fabric used- a detail Māori weavers began to incorporate upon trade with Europeans- though not the further red lines, since I have limited experience with illustrating this sort of garment. I've taken inspiration from Toenga's pose as well, particularly with how she holds her kākahu to slightly disguise her face (though NZ barely does). As for the other reference, I focused mostly on the hair textures and skin tones depicted to gain an idea of what I wanted this NZ to look like. While Māori hair remains most commonly black or very dark in colour (in my personal experience), I went for a very clear brown tone to call into her Pākehā links. I also initially went for a darker skin tone, but ended up choosing a lighter one for this reason. I additionally considered making her eye colour more noticeably European (e.g. blue, green) instead of brown, but ultimately decided against it, limiting myself to a lighter brown colour. At this point in her history I headcanon her as being primarily linked with her indigenous population, but she isn't absent of European heritage. As colonists begin to take more from her, I can see her becoming more westernised- but that is not yet something she has largely faced (key word being largely).

For similar reasons, I wanted her to have a tā moko tattoo. I am no expert in this art- my knowledge is limited primarily to the placing of the tā moko on the body in different instances and some of the common patterns- so I also sought out a reference for this. I used the book "Tangata Whenua: An Illustrated History" by Atholl Anderson, Judith Binney, and Aroha Harris. It is a goldmine of Māori history (as the title may suggest) and features many depictions of Māori people and events- this time from a primarily Māori perspective. The individual whose moko I referenced is pictured on the front cover, but is discussed in more detail on page 483:

Since I've taken taken my depiction from an actual person's moko, I cannot apply any special meaning relative to NZ apart from the cultural significance of the tattoo: the passage into adulthood, traditionally, though it can differ in the modern age. Internally, I warred with myself over distancing the design I have used from my reference more- after all, every moko is unique to the individual and the last thing I want to do is step on someone's cultural identity- but I am hesitant to do so. I am not greatly knowledgeable about tā moko and I can't help but feel as though I may be making a greater misstep in altering the design myself.

I did, initally, have another image to add here- I'd drawn an image of Canada in the following outfit (page 21 of the same book I referenced for Prussia):

But I wasn't fond (at all) of the pose I used upon finishing it, nor my attempts at the intricate detailing. But if you're interested, the idea behind the image was a bit different to the others. This is the sort of suit a French nobleman might wear in the 1790s- quite a while after Canada became British territory, though I'd been interested in the thought of him looking quite out of place dressed so fancily. So my idea ended up being France (kidnapping him?) deciding to loop Canada into a day of "nostalgia", bringing out old outfits and convincing his old colony to put one of them on. As such, I added a few more modern details to hint at this reality- painted fingernails, for one, and Canada's hair wasn't a wig, but his own styled in a small ponytail (with the ribbon). I may redo it eventually seeing as I was fond of the premise, but I had another idea for a Canada image that will be released whenever I finish the second set. This one was originally a vague notion of Nyo!Canada (her design is adorable) but I wanted this one to draw more from Inuit roots, and so her design will reflect that. Not really recognisable as canon Canada, but a Canada nonetheless.

Apart from that Canada, the other designs I have sketched but on hold are the following:

France, in the clothes of a Norman nobleman from the 1150s- looking slightly older than the young France depicted in Hetalia canon but with a noticeably innocent expression

Germany, looking very unimpressed in a wedding dress dated to 1878 (modern Germany, old wedding dress)

A joint depiction of Nyo!North Italy and Nyo!Germany with slight GerIta, which can be dated to sometime from 1910 to the 1920s, though more likely the 20s than the 10s (look, I had two dresses slightly different time periods, and an idea)

And if you've made it this far through my very long-winded explanation about these drawings that each hold a little bit of my soul, I applaud you and am very (very) thankful. Please feel open to discuss further with if you'd like- I value every second you spend entertaining my thoughts :))

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Omg can I please get a hannibal x a shy girl reader ? Like he’s really possessive of her and she doesn’t know how to handle it but she likes him so they date??

Sorry this took so long, anon. I’ve been bouncing ideas around and this one in particular, I believe, fits your request. Y/n feels out of place among Hannibal’s fancy friends and it becomes even more obvious when he abandons her at a party. 

Trigger warnings: social anxiety, sexual harassment, overstimulation

You and Hannibal had an agreement about large gatherings. He could only bring you to a party if you had a week's notice and at least three uninterrupted hours of gaming time prior to the event.

For this event, you needed a solid six.

One of the major Maryland universities was awarding a lucrative research grant to a student of clinical psychology, and every influential name in the industry was expected to be there. As a recent college grad with a bachelor's in business you didn't know what to do with, you couldn't imagine a less welcoming environment if you tried. You couldn't fit into their world and more importantly, you didn't want to. But the thought of being noticeably different in any situation was twice as terrifying. So you spent the whole week repeating your mantra; blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

But Hannibal had different plans for you.

Halfway through the week, just when you'd pushed the party out of your mind, Hannibal presented you with a gift.

"What's the occasion?" You asked. You hoped that if you pretended not to know, it would just magically go away.

"I brought you something to wear on Friday." Hannibal answered, hanging the garment bag up on the bureau. "You know I'll take any excuse to dress you up."

He unzipped the bag and placed a black silk dress into your arms. "Try it on so I have time to get it altered if it needs it."

The material was cool to the touch and outlined your figure so perfectly, you felt even a little naked. Hannibal, of course, loved this. You were his own personal Venus de Milo. His goddess and his muse. 

“Yes, that will do nicely.” He observed, looking at you hungrily. 

“Seems a little short for a such a sophisticated event, doesn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. The answer was yes and he knew it. He was very deliberate in everything he did. “I don’t want to come off the wrong way.” 

“And what way would that be, darling?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your figure. 

“I mean--” You searched for the right words. “It’s a gathering of the Mid-Atlantic’s most esteemed academics, I feel like, in a dress like this, I might be seen as, well, a...” 

“A prostitute?” Hannibal finished, choosing a much nicer word than you would have.

You looked down. “Yeah. It just doesn’t seem all that appropriate.” 

Hannibal approached you and lifted your chin slightly to look into his eyes. “Many Christian denominations believe that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, yet she was Christ’s right-hand woman. She was first to see him crucified and first to witness his resurrection.” 

“Dr. Lecter,” You smirked. “I never would have taken you for a religious man.” 

“Goodness, no.” He shook his head. “But any reputable academic is expected to be familiar with biblical literature and its many contradictions and impossibilities.” 

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You are my divine feminine, Miss [L/N].” Hannibal said in a low whisper. “And I want everyone to see it. If they see a common whore, it would only be a reflection of their own jealousy.” 

Hannibal's rationalization almost made you forget about your fear of being noticed. Almost. It all came rushing back when you arrived at the event. Not one person your age was in attendance. The women wore long, flowing evening gowns that reached the floor. The length of your skirt alone guaranteed that all eyes were on you. In a simple black silk dress, you looked the very model of high society. Silk was a sign of luxury, and Hannibal wanted everyone to know that you were a woman of means. His woman, to be precise. That was why he brought you to these functions in the first place. To put you in a dress short enough for any wandering eyes so see the smattering of love bites running up your inner thighs. He wanted everyone in his field to know that you were completely and entirely his.

You realized too late that this was all his little exercise in showing you off.

Everyone seemed to know him. He only knew a handful of people by name, and you didn't know anyone.

"And who is this delightful young woman?" A woman with a light southern twang in her voice asked, looking at you as if you were a caged animal on display.

"I wasn't aware you had a daughter, Dr. Lecter." The young man beside her laughed. "Or is she your side piece?"

Your eyes scanned the room for the nearest exit. It would be unbecoming to make a scene, so you plotted a way to slip out quietly.

“Darling, meet Dr. Charlotte Ramset and her TA, David.” Hannibal introduced, notably ignoring the young man. “Dr. Ramset, this is my intended, [F/N] [L/N].”

"I didn't realize she was also a ventriloquist!" The lady, presumably Dr. Ramset, joked. You'd heard that one a million times. She looked at you. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. What are you studying?"

The lady was old enough to be your grandmother and reeked of too much perfume.

"I graduated last year." You said, quietly. "With a BA in business."

"See, there's a good woman." David added. "Only speaks when spoken to. They don't make ’em like you anymore, baby."

Hannibal tightened his grip on your hand. "On the contrary, David. See, Miss [L/N] is quite a bit like myself. She only dignifies those she deems worthy with a response. There's nothing wrong with being selective."

The lady laughed at David's expense and smiled at you. "Good for you."

You smiled back just a little, not ready to bring your guard down yet. "I've had to deal with more than enough. It's best not to engage."

"Oh, I know, I know." The lady said, shaking her head. "That's how it is for us educated gals. Always having to put up with pigs. See, I went to college in the sixties, so I can tell you some real stories."

This was a new experience. Talking to Hannibal's friends and having them listen to you was something you never considered possible. Now, you were one of the educated gals. You were just about to strike up a conversation with this woman, when the man next to her decided someone desperately needed to play devil’s advocate.

“I find that sexist, actually.” He cut in. “Not all men are pigs.” 

The silence following his comment was deafening and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Whatever progress Hannibal and Dr. Ramset made breaking down your defenses was completely reversed and you were ready to retreat.

Dr. Ramset took a long sip of wine and adjusted her shawl. “David, none of us said anything about men, you drew that conclusion yourself.”

“I mean, look at you.” David gestured to your dress. You knew exactly where this was going and you wished you could just disappear. “You’re basically asking for it.” 

Dr. Ramset glared at him. “David, that’s enough.” 

“I’m just stating facts.” David crossed his arms. “If you dress like a slut, what do you expect?”

Dr. Ramset and Hannibal seemed to have an entire conversation through prolonged eye contact before one of them broke the silence. 

"Charlotte, I hate to have to excuse myself so soon, but the president of the university is expecting me." Hannibal said, dropping your hand. Your heart hit the floor when you realized that he would be throwing you to the wolves.

"Of course, Dr. Lecter." She nodded. "Duty calls."

"I trust you'll keep an eye on my beloved [F/N] in my absence?" His voice hardened. The severity in his tone frightened you.

Dr. Ramset didn't seem disturbed or even surprised in the slightest by his gently threatening demand. "Of course."

"Thank you. And [F/N]?" He said, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. "I won't be going far. Please, try to have fun."

You tried not to look affronted, but you were going to have a long talk with Hannibal when you got home. 

"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking." David continued, his inability to take a hint positively astounding. "Why don't you respect yourself enough to cover up, [F/N]? You have a boyfriend!"

Your eyes scrolled across the room looking for any sign of Hannibal, but he was gone. Dr. Ramset finished her wine and stared at her TA with the resigned disgust of a death row jailer.

"Any other thoughts?" She said, snatching a fresh glass of wine. You looked at her with a clear expression of discomfort.

"Come on, do you see any other woman in the room dressed so provocatively?" David's voice broke mid-sentence. "No. Because they're educated enough to know that real men don't care about their bodies."

The hotel clerk approached the group. "Mr. Hosmer, there's a call for you."

David narrowed his eyes. "Uh, what?"

"Someone is on the phone asking for you." The clerk repeated. "Says it's an emergency."

David shrugged. "Fine."

Just when you thought you would be rid of him, at least for a moment, he planted his hands on your hips in attempt to "get by" you. His touch was like that of an insect crawling across your skin; unexpected, filthy and leaving you squeamish.

"I'm so sorry about that." Dr. Ramset's words echoed in your ears, but you didn't really hear them. You were too focused on grounding yourself to process what she was saying. 

“Dr. Ramset?” You said, quietly. “Which one is the president of the university?” 

She glanced at a tall woman in a dark blue suit, surrounded by equally important looking businesspeople. You followed her eyes. “That’s Dr. Mary Hosmer.”

Your ounce of righteous fury was squelched in two seconds when the reality of having to talk to someone, especially someone of stature, set in. You looked sheepishly back at Dr. Ramset. 

“Could you please ask her where Hannibal went?” You whispered. “I’d really like him to take me home now.” 

Her face turned sympathetic. “Of course, [F/N]. Stay right there.” 

You nodded. “Thank you.” 

Dr. Ramset crossed the floor and politely greeted the president. You took a few slow, calculated steps closer, just to get in earshot.

“Pardon me, but, have you seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter?” Dr. Ramset said, casually. 

“I wasn’t aware Hannibal had even arrived yet.” The president answered. “I haven’t seen him.” 

Your eyes widened. You fought the urge to freeze, but you had to move back before Dr. Ramset knew you’d been eavesdropping. You heard everything you needed and rushed back to where she’d left you.

“Dr. Hosmer said he stepped out.” She told you upon her return. “He should be back soon.” 

You tried not to show that you knew she was lying. “...oh.” 

“Would you like me to stay with you until he comes back?” 

You knew you were completely on your own. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had an inkling that it had to do with the president and David sharing a last name. All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t trust anybody. 

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. You took off for the door, but Dr. Ramset grabbed your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, [F/N].” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. She didn’t look mad, but afraid. “But Dr. Lecter told me to stay with you. Please. Don’t make this harder for me.”

You recalled how seriously threatening Hannibal’s request was. She wasn’t answering to the president of the university. She was answering to Hannibal. You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. 

“Right.” You conceded, stepping back in. “I’m sorry.” 

The actual award ceremony was much longer than it needed to be, and it dragged on even longer knowing there was no reason for you to be there. Other than that, you awkwardly followed Dr. Ramset around the party like a lost puppy the whole time. You were back to your original plan: blend in, be quiet and make it through the night. 

Just when you thought the party would never end, someone tapped you on the arm. You turned around, hoping with every fiber of your being that it was Hannibal, but it wasn’t. A tall woman in a dark blue suit stared back at you. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss.” She said, apologetically. “But have you seen my son? I saw him talking to you and Dr. Charlotte earlier, perhaps he told you where he was going?” 

You’d pushed that man completely out of your mind. You shook your head. “He left to take a phone call and I haven’t seen him since.” 

A hand found your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Hosmer, but I believe I saw the boy on his phone out in the lobby.” 

“Dr. Lecter!” The president’s eyes widened. “How nice of you to finally join us.” 

“...Yes, I believe he left right after making unwarranted comments towards my intended here.” Hannibal ran his hand down your arm lovingly. 

“Well, boys will be boys.” The president chuckled. “Maybe you should teach your girlfriend not to wear such revealing clothes.” 

Hannibal smiled and pulled you in protectively. “Whatever the case, I hope you find him very soon.” 

Her phone chimed in her back pocket. “Oh, that’s him right now.” 

“Wonderful.” Hannibal said. “[F/N] and I will be taking our leave.” 

He hurried you towards the door, his hand tight around yours. A blood-curdling scream came from behind you. You looked back for just a moment and found the president hollering in pain and falling to her knees. 

“Let’s go, darling.” Hannibal tugged at your arm. “They don’t deserve your presence.” 

“Hannibal, I swear.” You said, once you were in the safety of the car. “If you killed every man who looked at me like a piece of meat, sooner or later, there won’t be any men left.” 

Hannibal smirked and reached for his seatbelt. “Wonderful.” 

[romirola]

Howdy pal! Straight up wondering if I've ever sent a prompt to your ask box before?? Maybe not! Either way, maybe some Angel/Davey goodness with any/all of: "look at me, hey... it's okay. you're safe now. " "i told you i'd keep you safe, didn't i? " "i said i'd find you, right?"

Whatever you want idk feeling sleepy and yearny tonight xo

Floof, my cherished, lovely pal! I love you so much! Thank you so much for these prompts. I found a way to get all three in there, though that did mean this story ended up being a little bit longer than I anticipated. Hope you enjoy!

Rating, G WC: ~1.5K, Prompts: David/Angel, "look at me, hey... it's okay. you're safe now," "i told you i'd keep you safe, didn't i?" and "i said i'd find you, right?"

David Shaw brought a tentative hand to Angel’s back. They were hunched forward over their kitchen table, their forehead resting on their stacked palms. At David’s touch, they flinched and went rigid, throwing themselves upward so they could see who had just touched them. It only took a moment for them to see that it was David. They instantly and visibly relaxed.

Even so, David was observant enough to notice Angel’s fleeting discomfort and quickly retracted his hand. He brought both of his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “It’s me,” he said. “It’s just me.” His hands hovered in the air, unsure what to do next. As much as he wanted to hold Angel close and to hear about whatever was causing them to be sobbing hysterically alone in their one-bedroom apartment, he did not want to risk making them feel uncomfortable at all. “I knocked on the door, but when you didn’t answer I got worried,” David explained patiently, realizing how scary it probably was for someone who lived alone to suddenly feel another person’s hand on their back. He wanted to put them at ease. “And, I said I’d find you, right?”

Angel’s brows knit together in confusion. “You what?”

“That night we did that corn maze together,” David recalled. “Remember? You bet me you could keep hidden from me in the maze. If I found you, then you were going to pay for our milkshakes. Which you did, by the way, because I found you after about five minutes of looking.” David’s blood pumped at the memory. It had been a fun night for both of them, especially when Angel unexpectedly gave his wolf side the chance to hunt them. “That night, I said I’d always find you, no matter where you were. And I told you I'd keep you safe. Always. So, today, when you didn’t come to the door, I let myself in with the key you gave me to find you, and then I heard you crying…”

It wasn’t a total lie. All of those things did happen, though not exactly in that order. David had heard Angel crying before he’d set foot in the apartment, which led him to make use of Angel’s key. He ached to share that part of his life with Angel soon, but he wanted to wait until the paperwork had been all cleared through D.U.M.P., and they were taking a painfully long time to approve his request to breach covert.

“Well, you didn’t have to look very far to find me,” Angel grimaced. “Finding me in my own kitchen. Not exactly a search-and-rescue operation, is it?”

David bit back a smile. Even at what seemed like their lowest, they managed to keep up their sarcastic wit. It was one of the many things he loved about them.

Angel furiously rubbed at their red, puffy eyes. “I… I…” they began to stutter, searching their brain from some sort of passable excuse as to why they were wrapped up in such despair. “Ummm…” Angel trailed off, unable to come up with anything that sounded remotely plausible, other than the truth. Their eyes darted wildly between the floor, the ceiling, and David’s concerned gaze.

“Look at me. Hey… It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he assured them. “Can I sit next to you?”

Angel swallowed nervously, nodding.

“Thank you,” David responded reflexively. It sounded a little stilted that he’d be thanking them for allowing him to sit down, but the habit of following up a request with a “thank-you” was too ingrained in David for him not to say it. David gingerly took a seat in the wooden chair, keeping his movements deliberately slow so as not to startle Angel again. “Are you okay?” He let his hands rest on the table as he angled his body to face Angel. “Or maybe a better question is, what’s wrong?”

Angel bit the inside of their cheek. “It’s stupid,” they shrugged, patting their cheeks to make the burning sensation they felt dissipate.

“I highly doubt that,” David scoffed. His fingers lightly drummed against the table. He wished he could take Angel’s hand in his. “But we’ll never know until you tell me.”

“It’s just…” Angel sighed, straightening their spine and finally holding David’s gaze. “I missed you.”

“You missed me?” David echoed. “Well, that’s not stupid at all,” he joked. “I’m pretty great.”

Despite themselves, Angel giggled at David’s remark. “No,” they sighed, feeling a little lighter already. “I wasn’t crying because I missed you. I was crying because I was upset that I missed you.”

David’s eyes narrowed. “Run that by me again?”

“I mean…” Angel grabbed for one of David’s hands. Elated at their initiation of physical contact, he held them, squeezing gently. “We’ve been going out for a while, right? And, we’ve been having a lot of fun, right?” David could tell from Angel’s tone, and their lack of pausing, that he wasn’t supposed to interrupt their speech. “We spend a lot of time together. We met each other’s friends. We said we loved each other,” they listed. “This is serious between us. And, sometimes, I get worried that I’m losing myself in us.” Angel began to breathe a little faster as the weight of their confession seemed to hit them. “And that upsets me, okay? I don’t know what to do. I never planned on that happening. Ever! I’m an independent person, and I take a lot of pride in that. So for you to just waltz into my life with your gorgeous eyes and your sexy smirk and your incredible heart...” They exhaled sharply. “I’m getting off topic,” Angel acknowledged, ignoring David’s valiant attempt not to smile at Angel’s compliments.

He didn’t succeed in that endeavor, but he did rub his thumb along the back of Angel’s knuckles to give them silent encouragement to keep going.

“So, when our schedules didn’t line up for a few days, and we weren’t able to see each other, I missed you. A lot. Like, a lot a lot,” Angel emphasized. “And that made me mad, because I shouldn’t be missing you that much, should I?” They shook their head at themselves in disgust. "See? Stupid, nonsensical feelings making me feel more feelings.” Angel groaned, huddling into themselves. “I’m self-sufficient. I’m damn proud of my life. Of the life I made for myself, by myself. Since when do I get all clingy and co-dependent and…?” they shuddered fiercely. “You know when I get mad, I have a tendency to cry.” They swiped at their eyes again. “I just don’t understand this. I feel like I’m turning into someone I don’t know, and I don’t know what to do about it. Like if I keep this up, I’ll be giving up something that’s so important to me.” Their tongue curled between their teeth. “But,” they added in a hushed voice. “I also know I don’t want to stop being with you.” Their body tensed. “Sometimes, I’m scared, Davey.”

“Angel…” David said softly. Ever so slowly, he let an arm wrap about Angel. When they gave a tiny nod, he pulled them into his chest. He breathed slowly for a few beats, noticing that Angel’s breathing seemed to slow to match his pace. “You’re not stupid for having these feelings,” he declared. “And I know how different and new all of this is for you. It’s different and new for me, too,” he admitted. “I know there are days I’m sure as hell scared by how much I love you.” He added a bit of steady pressure from the large hand on their back. “I never anticipated anyone wiggling their way into my life the way you have. Ever. But…” David was surprised to hear the catch in his own voice. “But, I’m also confident we can figure out this new, scary thing together. Doing that doesn’t negate our independence,” he continued. “It doesn’t undo who we’ve worked so hard to become before we met. I’d never ask you to give up that part of yourself. I love that about you, Angel. Really. And frankly, I’m not prepared or probably even capable of giving up mine completely, either.”

“Wouldn’t want you to,” Angel instantaneously agreed. “I love you for who you are, Davey.”

“Exactly,” David confirmed. “Same goes for you, you little snot. I love you, Angel. And, yeah, I think there was a time I might’ve considered you a threat to my independence,” he noted earnestly. “But, I don’t see it like that anymore. We’re not fire and water. We don’t erase the other. I see us like two different elements. Like Carbon and Oxygen. Not parts of a whole. But two substances on our own that, when they combine, form something different. Something greater. Something special.”

Angel let David’s words reverberate in their head for a moment. They hadn’t realized it until that moment, but they needed to hear David say that their independence wasn’t in jeopardy, even if their mind had somehow convinced them he was. They also were surprised at how relieved they were to hear David treat their complicated, if a little convoluted, feelings as valid.

“So we’re Carbon Dioxide?” they wondered.

David rolled his eyes to prevent himself from laughing. “Well, you don’t have to be so literal,” he criticized. “But sure, if that helps get my point across. We’re Carbon Dioxide.”

Angel gave him a wide grin, making his heart flutter. He couldn’t believe how something as simple as putting a smile on Angel’s face could make him feel so fulfilled, in a way that organizing every pack meeting for the next six months could not reproduce.

“Thanks,” Angel finally said, pulling away from David only to ensure he could hear them. “That actually does make me feel better.”

“Good,” David answered. “Guess I followed through on my promise then.”

A bit confused, Angel tipped their head up to search David’s expression for clarification as to what he meant. They were surprised to catch David wink at them.

"That night at the maze, I told you I’d keep you safe, didn't I?” he murmured into their ear. “Even if some days, I’ve gotta keep you safe from yourself.”

[pjisskullourful]

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              a touch undercover, a secret command, giving in to the villain...

🎃part 2/2 [part1]- happy halloween ⚰️ let me be your HalloQween

Damiano X Ethan X reader

🔥NSFW🔥 possibly the least safe for work thing on this entire hellsite. the most depraved pornographic shit ever         [🚨TRIGGERWARNING:mild theme of suicide ideation & brief mention of selfharm]

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° Damiano David & female reader insert (& Ethan Torchio too! 3somefun!)

° “I’m bleeding.” - “I know baby…All over my sheets.” - you & vampire-rockstar-hybrid-heartbreaker Damiano have a strange arrangement...

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° dedicated to/suggested by/fuelled by @superchrystaldrug 💋 the greatest cellmate to share my time & ideas & filth with

CONTENT WARNING- NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED ××× •PERIOD BLOOD •UNPROTECTED SEX •CUNNILINGUS •SWEARING •SPANKING •OVER-STIMULATION •STRICT DOM  •DEGRADATION KINK •BLOOD FETISH

“Since January?” Damiano sounded annoyed. You rolled over to find you were completely alone in the bedroom, allowing you to take some comfort because you couldn’t be the source of his bad mood.

From a different room, you heard someone mutter a response. Their words were indistinguishable, but Damiano was his usual level of animated and you could easily hear what he was saying.

“Baby, it’s May… you’ve been in your coffin this whole time?” Your curiosity got the better of you and you slid out of the bed. Stepping carefully, you headed toward where his voice seemed to be coming from. “This is why I told you to stop hibernating, ‘cause you go too deep and now look at the state of you. It rips my heart in half, it really does.”

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep (time behaved in the most unusual way when you were around him) and you had no idea of when this other visitor had arrived. Your instincts had you walking as closely to the wall as you could manage, doing your best to shrink yourself down and avoid attention.

“You went five months without feeding? What’s your record or have you just broken it?” He asked, briefly pausing before speaking over the other person’s response. “That was clearly sarcastic. What do you think I’m gonna do, give you a medal?”

You were almost at the end of the hallway when the second voice became more assertive. “Hang on, what’s that smell?”

You froze in your tracks, this other vampire could smell your menstrual blood. You should have known that would happen - sneaking around behind the backs of creatures with superhuman senses was never going to end in your favour. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are…” Damiano sang, before strolling into your field of vision. “Good morning, did you drop any good eaves?”

“I can… I’m just gonna go back to bed.” You had already started to back up a little.

“No, no, come here darling.” He said, advancing quickly and grabbing your hand. “You’re gonna come with me.”

You were pulled into the other room, where a long-haired man turned around. You recognised him from the music video shoot that had set all of this craziness into motion - Ethan, the drummer of Måneskin. He didn’t look quite as you remembered him, his skin had become paler, aside from the dramatic bruise-coloured bags under his eyes.

“Hey, I know you. You did the makeup on our last video.”

Damiano smiled, looking proud. “He never forgets a face.”

“I remember you were acting like a total diva.” Ethan said to him. “You kept asking for extra takes under the rain machine so your makeup would get all ruined and you’d have an excuse to call her over to your side.” You turned to him, surprised to learn that something more had been at play during your first meeting. “I guess that terrible plan worked out, ‘cause you two are together now.”

“Oh, we’re not together. We just have visits.” He placed his arm around you. “Monthly visits. And wow, what perfect timing that you should drop in while she’s here. And you’re just so very hungry. What do you think, baby? Doesn’t she just look good enough to eat?”

Ethan’s nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. “You can’t just speak for her and offer her body over like she’s a glass of wine.”

“Of course not, that would be incredibly rude.” Damiano shoved you towards the other man. “Go on honey, tell him about our arrangement. It’s flexible enough to fit him, wouldn’t you say?”

“I- um, hi.” Up closer now, you could see how clouded over his eyes were. He was shaking, as if affected by a chilly wind. “Have you really not had any blood for five months?” He looked like a junkie going through hellish withdrawals. “I’m actively bleeding and I don’t want you to go hungry, I’d really like to help you feel better, if you’d let me.”

You felt Damiano’s hand sneak up your back, moving up to tickle the nape of your neck. “What a good girl. And she has an exceptional taste. She’s not scared, this is the ninth time we’ve done this.” His hand had eased forward, finding the first button of your shirt. “I think I could go further than saying she isn’t scared.” He undid the button and worked lower. “I think I can say that she loves it, hmm? She loves being drunk from like this, don’t you honey?”

“Yessir, I wait all month to be devoured by you.”

“C’mon baby…” He said, putting a hand up to caress Ethan’s cheek. “Let me share this treat with you, let me take care of you, like I’ve always done.”

When Ethan spoke, his voice was strained and you could see that his fangs had lowered. “She does smell incredible…”

“Wait ‘til you get her turned on.” Damiano said, leaning in to whisper against your skin. “Go get your ass back on my bed.”

“Yessir.” You stepped out from between the two men, rushing for the bedroom.

There was already a swell of butterflies in your stomach as the two vampires followed you down the hall.

“How do you manage it? How can you always find an innocent girl to agree to your depraved bullshit?” Ethan was asking.

Damiano chuckled in response. “Oh my love, I don’t know any innocent girls…”

Your hands were clammy as you placed yourself onto the large bed. You turned around to immediately find Ethan staring at you, approaching the end of the bed. Your heart launched into your throat as your mind raced, wondering what things he would do to your body. How would his technique and control differ to what you experienced with Damiano?

“I know we hadn't really discussed sharing…” He said, kneeling next to you. His face was so close to yours and you licked your lips as he worked apart more of your buttons. “But Ethan’s my baby, I share absolutely everything with him. You understand that, right?” You nodded as he pushed the shirt off of your shoulders. “I knew you would, ‘cause you’re so smart.” Next, he pushed a finger under the waistband of your underwear. “So, do you wanna come for that gorgeous angel over there?” You lifted your ass and he tugged the dirtied underwear down, away from your ass. “Do you wanna give him the meal that he’s desperate for?” Once the undergarment was free from your body, he held them out with Ethan grabbing them - he didn’t require a single world of instruction. “He really needs it, honey.” Damiano’s hands ghosting up-and-down your naked sides was making you tremble. “He needs you to bring him back to life. And I know that you could do that, ‘cause you do that for me every time you let me drink from this perfect body. Could you do that for me, honey?”

His lips went to your ear, placing a hand high up on your thigh. “If you do this for me, then I would have to do something for you - a favour for a favour.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe I could send you home with my heir growing inside of you.” He whispered.

You shut your eyes, feeling every nerve in your body pulsing with lust. “Yes.”

“But first, you have to be a good girl for me. Lie down.”

You shuffled down to your usual position, biting your lip as your eyes went to Ethan. He brought himself down to the bed, sitting at your feet. His mouth hung slightly open as he stared at your body, seemingly trying to commit every scar and every freckle to memory.

You couldn’t contain a gasp when Damiano touched your pussy - one finger testing the wetness that was waiting to be discovered. He smiled, a cruel look as he took the finger away, giving you no chance to enjoy it.

He offered this mixture of your blood and cum to Ethan, who instantly opened his mouth for the finger. He drew all of it into his mouth, lips creating a tight suction before you heard him moan.

Damiano grabbed Ethan and pulled him in for a deep kiss. You lifted your head from the pillow, intrigued by the clear passion between the two of them. Of all the things Damiano had shared with you about his world of vampires (including how all four members of Måneskin were undead bloodsuckers, after Thomas had fallen in love with a girl who turned out to be more than just a fan of reading Dracula), any mentions of romance between he and the other three hadn’t entered as a topic of conversation. It seemed that you had been asking the wrong questions.

He put a hand to Ethan’s throat, pushing him away. “Don’t make me put the leash on you…” Despite the intensity in his tone, Ethan didn’t seem to be paying much attention - his eyes had begun wandering over your body again. “This is a treat I’m sharing with you, because I- hey.” Damiano tapped Ethan’s cheek then grabbed his chin, forcing Ethan to look him in the face. “Because I love you. But you are not allowed to ruin her. If you do, I promise that you’ll be going back into your coffin. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, it’s clear, it’s inescapably clear.” Ethan was squirming, seeming like he wanted to fight off Damiano’s hold that strove to keep him still.

“Alright, have at her then.”

Ethan moved forward very quickly, bending down and putting his hands to your thighs. He pushed them apart and you made a grab for the pillow.

There wasn’t any build up - his tongue was inside of you straight away. You cried out, daunted but thrilled by this invasion.

You thought that he already knew you as intimately as Damiano had gotten to know you.

He didn’t need to taste any other part of you, buried deep between your quivering walls. There didn’t seem to be any technique, beyond simply going as fast as he could. He didn’t let go of your thighs, his hold never slipping and you were certain he would leave marks.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind blown by how he had you feeling that your nerves were purely made of fire. Your pussy had become so helplessly sensitive, keeping you aware of every twist as he greedily drank you in. It was overstimulation, but concentrated to one area, mercilessly pushing you closer to your crescendo.

The tension rose higher and you had begun to spasm, first in your legs, then in your hips. A hand took your own and you instantly clung to it, squeezing to it as you hoped for something to help you steady yourself, before you lost complete control.

“I feel like I should apologise on his behalf.” Damiano’s voice was so gentle. “Usually he’s much more civilised, but when a vamp lets themselves starve, they can go a bit feral.”

“Uh-huh...oh, ah, fuck…” Your need to answer him was easily overpowered, more loud moans coming from your mouth instead. 

“Is he hurting you? ‘Cause he’s not allowed to hurt you, he-”

“It’s guh-good.” You arched your back, hips snapping into Ethan’s face. “God, it’s so fuckin’ good. But I…” It was getting more difficult to contain yourself. “Do I have to wait? ‘Cause I don’t know if- ah, God.”

“You don’t have to wait to come, not with him. But don’t get too used to that…”

“Thank you, yes, thank you.” You babbled before letting your body take up the rhythm it had been yearning for.

You thrusted into Ethan’s face, encouraging him to properly fuck you with his tongue. You swore to yourself as the glorious friction grew to the height you had been waiting on. You felt more so than heard his moans as his tongue worked within you.

You could feel how close your pussy was to spilling and you wanted to give it all to him. You wanted to give him your orgasm, so you kept up with grinding against his face.

Finding sublime coordination, you swung up into him as he was curling his tongue, hooking up to hit you in the ideal spot - sealing your fate.

Being consumed by him, you let go into a loud and blinding orgasm. He kept at your cunt through all of your wild twitches, his tongue lapping up and intensifying every response. Until you fell back onto the mattress, immobilised by the devastation of his mouth.

“Exquisite, no?” Damiano’s voice said in a low and seductive tone.

“Amazing.” Ethan sounded short on breath. “Do you really eat like this every month?”

“Well, usually I don’t go that fast on her. You know me, I like to play with my food, torture it, really make it suffer until it’s begging. But basically, yep - every month since the music video. I genuinely just wanted to fuck, but I guess fate had something else planned, ‘cause when I woke up the next morning, she had started bleeding and she let me eat it all up.”

You kept your eyes shut, fully aware that this wasn’t a conversation awaiting your input. You were as good as an inanimate object to them at the moment. This provided you with some time to catch your breath as the aftershocks rattling through you started to die down.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Ethan said quietly. “You’re right, I need to stop doing that, but I just-...”

“I know, baby. You just feel things more than the average guy, you always have.” Damiano’s voice was filled with so much affection - you opened your eyes, truly bewildered by this side of him. “But you’re so pretty that I’ll forgive you every time.”

“Thanks. Is she- she’s okay, right?”

You felt a hand on your knee, jostling it carelessly. “Ay, preziosa - wake up. This boy still hasn’t outgrown the need for a conscience and right now, you’re weighing on it.”

You propped yourself up, resting on your elbows. Ethan’s hair was mussed but your offering had been entirely cleaned from his face. He looked less like a bad Halloween costume version of himself, some humanity back in his eyes as he looked at you. “I’m fine, I just didn’t wanna interrupt…”

“Wow, manners, very impressive, very well trained.”

“Don’t be fooled.” Damiano said. “She’s purely sin.”

“No, she tastes better than sin.”

You could feel Damiano’s fingers swirling patterns onto your thigh and you interpreted the look in his eyes to mean danger. “You don’t even know the half of it - when you really tease her and get that arousal dripping out like sweat, she’s delectable.”

“De-lect-able.” Ethan repeated slowly, he was smiling, allowing you to see his fangs. “But she probably needs a rest after that, I would assume.”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

Your eyes flicked from one face to the other and back, you wondered if they could hear how heavy your heartbeat was, or if they could smell your arousal. “I’m bleeding.”

“I know baby…” Damiano had applied his whole hand to your thigh now. “All over my sheets.”

You bit your lip, knowing what he wanted to hear next. “I’m sorry sir.”

“Aw, she’s so sad now.” He told Ethan, trying to get the other man in on this little charade. “If only we could think of something that we could do to cheer her up.” He grabbed Ethan’s shoulder, acting as if he’d just had a sudden realisation. “Oh wait, I have an idea.”

Ethan watched as Damiano moved closer to you, picking up a leg by your ankle. He lifted it up to his mouth, pressing one kiss onto the skin here. This was followed by another kiss above your ankle, then another, until he reached your calf, where he placed a trail of kisses further up.

He paused, fingers tenderly holding you at the underside of your knee as he stared at Ethan. “Does she look any happier?”

He barely glanced in your direction. “You should probably keep going Daddy.”

Damiano tickled at your knee ditch, making you feel tingles through your body. “Keep going? So, something like this?” He slid his tongue down the inside of your thigh, never breaking eye contact with Ethan.

“Keep going.”

“I get the feeling that you just wanna watch me eat that pussy. Pervertito…” Damiano said, both of his hands now playing at the top of your thigh.

Ethan opened his mouth to respond, but he was interrupted by a swift move from Damiano. He had quickly wet his finger on your pussy, putting a smear of your blood on Ethan’s nose. He was surprised, his only reaction was blinking slowly and you started to laugh.

“Isn’t it better?” Damiano asked. “Isn’t it better to just let yourself be nasty and indulge in all of these sins?” He put his hand to the back of Ethan’s head. “Humans are so good at sinning and some of them really love it, some of them are better at it than Lucifer ever hoped they would be.

“It’s human nature baby, why can’t you enjoy it? You were so excited on the night you were turned, remember that with me. You were so unashamed, you were inhabiting this perfect body like I’d never seen before. You were so confident, so defiant.” Damiano had put his other hand to the side of Ethan’s face, climbing over your legs to get closer to the other man. “You were so sexy, you could’ve talked me into anything, my love. Anything that you asked me to, I would’ve done it.”

Your voyeuristic urges only intensified when he moved his mouth to Ethan’s ear. His eyes met yours and he licked his lips, he wanted you to watch.

“You were so wild that night, you didn’t ask for any kind of permission. And you fucked me so hard…” You saw Ethan twitch and it seemed that he did remember. “I was yours forever, even before you turned me. Your eternal kiss just sealed the deal. Let me turn you to this sin, like you turned me, because it wasn’t a curse.”

He pulled back to look Ethan in the eye. “It’s been more than one hundred years and I know for sure that kiss wasn’t a curse. But even if it was, I’d take your kiss again and again…” Damiano illustrated this point by kissing Ethan. “And again and again…”

Damiano surprised Ethan again, licking the splodge of blood off of his nose.

“It’s always a monologue with you. You’re boring her.” He said.

Damiano looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Boring?”

You shook your head. “I’m definitely not bored. The only reason I’m not playing with myself right now is ‘cause I know he likes me best when I’m obedient.” 

Damiano pouted his bottom lip out. “Aw, so desperate to watch us fuck, but also so desperate to get fucked. Trying to be a good girl, but what she really wants…” His fingers glided over your eager heat. “...is to be so fuckin’ bad…”

He deposited his fingers into Ethan’s mouth before looking back at you. “Real vamps don’t read minds, that’s Hollywood bullshit…” His hands ran up your legs and he had begun to lean down. “But, honey, looking at you right now - I feel like I can hear your thoughts.” You bit into your fingernail, entirely hypnotised. “And what I’m hearing…” He let out a breathy moan, lowering his head toward your pussy. “It’s absolutely disgusting.”

“Yes.” You said shakily, your volume getting louder as soon as his tongue was on you again. “Yes.”

He took a brief tasting, then looked over his shoulder at Ethan. “See, told ya that I didn’t know any innocent girls.”

Next, you felt Ethan’s hand caressing your leg as he laid down, resting his head on your hip. “I doubt you’ve ever met an innocent girl in your life.”

“What’s the point?” Damiano asked, raking his tongue across your folds. “Bad girls taste better and they fuck so much better.”

He didn’t dive into you, instead of devouring you, he sought to share your taste with Ethan. They shared an instantly passionate kiss with him grabbing Damiano, deepening the kiss.

Ethan moved quickly, climbing over to put himself next to Damiano. You spread your legs further, the anticipation making you shiver.

Then Damiano’s tongue was claiming you as his own again - sliding across your slit before rubbing up against your clit. Your body was set alight when he swirled his tongue in thorough circles over the tight hood.

He turned his face away and you heard the wet sounds of him sharing another kiss with Ethan.

When they parted, Damiano moved his lips to your thigh - gently sucking and kissing. Ethan took up the empty space left over your cunt. He moved far slower, seemingly more present. He laid his lips upon your clit and tenderly kissed you here. You let out a happy sigh, relaxing into him.

He drew the bud of nerves between his lips and you could feel how you were pulsing as blood flew to heat this area all the more. Then he let it slide free. He captured it in his mouth again, fondling it without the intention of overwhelming you.

He pulled back, far less greedy than before. You gave his silky hair an appreciative stroke and he lifted his eyes to look at you. He was licking his lips, a shy smile forming on his face.

Damiano stroked his nose against Ethan’s cheek, getting his attention. You watched as they bowed their heads together, Damiano whispering one thing before Ethan whispered something back. Even in this silent room, you couldn’t hear a single word.

Then Damiano began to crawl up your body, mirroring the movements you had made yesterday. When his face lined up with your own, he grasped your throat in one hand. He studied the emotions playing out in your eyes and all you could smell was his coppery breath.

“Do you want your reward now? Or do you want to continue your power-trip of having me owe you?”

“Now.” You said, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I should’ve known.” He said with a smug smile.

In one quick thrust, he pushed into you and you immediately squeezed your thighs tighter around him. When his lips met yours, you were intoxicated by his taste and you quickly opened your mouth - as insatiable as if it had been weeks since he’d indulged you, instead of hours. You gripped his shoulders when his tongue slid into your mouth, opening you up to new pleasures.

Your body was swarmed with an unbearable heat, hotter than any volcano, as he sunk into you deeper. His hands rushed across your skin and, even though it was your reward, you were the one being manipulated like you were made of putty. You couldn’t hold back your moans, your excited noises being delivered directly into his mouth.

He set into his movements, knowing exactly how to work his body against yours. The grinding of his hard hip bones against your own and the slightly-metallic taste of your blood on his lips, it was unrelenting, the pleasure that it brought was a little intimidating. This was in direct contrast to his soft tongue, which brought you only yearning. He was so smooth and so warm inside of you.

These competing sensations of hard and soft, warm against cold, threatened your composure like never before. He was everything and everywhere at once.

You desperately gasped air into your lungs when your mouths separated. You heard his own ragged breathing as he worked into an unrelenting tempo. You clung to him, savouring every second of his dick disappearing into you.

“Tell me what you want.” He commanded, hand back on your throat.

Your mind was already reeling, strung out on all of this pleasure. Your thoughts moved slowly, constantly on the verge of being thrown off. But his hand held your neck tighter and you feared the consequences of not responding, even though you didn't know the exact phrase he wanted you to say.

“Your demon seed.”

“Yes.” He rewarded you by hitting into your harder, your cunt throbbing for release. “You wanna get pregnant, don’t you?” You could only respond through choked sobs. “You want me to fuck you ‘til you’re pregnant.” He briefly squeezed your throat enough to bring pain. “Hey, tell me - is that what you want?”

“Yes, God yes. That’s what I fuckin’ want, yes.” You couldn’t get the needy tone out of your voice. “Breed me, please. Oh please, breed me.”

You opened your eyes and, as he hovered above you, you could tell how lost to the ecstasy he was. But you weren’t the one who had his eye.

You followed his line of sight - Ethan had moved to lie his head on the pillow alongside yours. He was watching every movement with wide eyes, scanning up and down both of your bodies. You noticed that he was shivering, but you quickly identified the source. Looking down, you found that his dick had come free from his underwear, now wrapped in one of his hands. He was moving slowly (clearly holding no interest in competing with Damiano) but you could see the precum beading at his tip.

“Like I said - pervertito…”

Ethan huffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re the one who can’t do anything without an audience.”

“You wanna eat my cum out of her bleeding pussy once I’m done filling her up?”

Ethan perked up, quickly looking at you. “Can I?”

You were biting into your lip as you nodded. “Mm-hm, just… Just not…” You didn’t know why this was hard to say, why this made you embarrassed. “Can you go slo-...”

“Slower, baby.” Damiano said patiently. “You’ve gotta go slower on her, savour every fuckin’ drop.”

“Yeah.”

“Promise.” Ethan said, his word almost drowned out by the triumphant cry you gave when you realised how close to release Damiano had you. “You just taste so amazing.”

You were getting so weak - so close to complete ruin. You needed him to set you free, every nerve in your body throbbing to the beat he had set. How long until you were screaming out pleas for mercy?

“Breed me, breed me…” You had begun to chant quietly as you renewed your efforts to hold on - to get to the most spectacular peak with him. “Unf… breed me, breed me, breed me. Oh, please, breed me, breed me…”

He poked four of his fingers into your mouth, muffling your begs. You gave the digits a lazy suck, too concentrated on trying to catch your breath.

“Please.” You whispered, hanging onto him so tightly that your fingernails dug into his skin.

The spank that hit your ass was the precursor to the ultimate relief. One final surge of enthusiasm let you snap your hips up in a series of bucks that matched his thrusts. Loudly, you began to dissolve, feeling him falter as his own orgasm came over him.

Your legs spasmed out before you went totally limp, used up and moaning in his arms. His own noisy panting (accompanied by profanities) almost harmonised with you. He moved to the space next to you, his bliss audible.

“What do you think, honey? Do you feel pregnant?”

“Uh.” You gasped, lifting a hand to gesture before letting it drop again, once you realised you didn’t have anything to say. “Sure…”

“If I go slow, may I-...”

“Mm-hm, I’ll say stop if I need to.” You said, eyelids heavy as you showed him a small smile.

“She’s fantastic. Where has a woman like this been all my afterlife?”

“She’s very generous, isn’t she?” Damiano sounded quite proud and you were glad to still be of use to him. “Have you come yet, baby?”

You shut your eyes, letting Ethan reposition himself as was necessary for him.

“No, I- uh, I got way too distracted by watching.” He said.

“You want me to finish you off while you finish her off?”

“Yes Daddy.”

At the sound of them kissing, you blinked your eyes open and raised your head from the pillow - willing yourself into having enough energy to watch them. It was more than curiosity - this was fascination dripping with arousal.

Your view wasn’t ideal and soon Ethan was putting his mouth on you, which made you care far less about maintaining consciousness. He skimmed his tongue across your pussy and you were helpless to do anything but let your eyes flutter shut again. All of the deep breaths you had been trying to draw in, quickly grew shallow.

He played at your highly-sensitive clit, rolling it under his tongue, even the most careful of circles had you biting into your finger. Each controlled swirl was followed by a sweet, soothing kiss, his affection making you melt. He refused to rush you, coaching you through the waves of overstimulation.

A broad stroke delivered him to your soaked slit. You hissed in a sharp breath when he swiped over, collecting what had already dripped free.

He tested into your cunt, less than an inch, but you jolted, your throat clamping tighter. He moved as slowly as requested and gradually eased further into you. He pulled back to swallow your essence and the sound of a gulp made you curl your toes, the most pornographic noises coming from below your waistline.

You gave into the sinful sensations, becoming overpowered by their desires of pure filth. You whimpered, his tongue extended all the way inside of you, teasing you into oblivion.

There wasn’t any time to recover from your orgasm, for Ethan was already drawing out more of your Damiano-flavoured release. You grabbed the closest pillow and covered your face with it, muffling the sounds of your uncontrollable climax.

You felt like your cunt was being rubbed raw and you painted his face, crying into another, higher level of stimulation.

“Huu- God.” You whined, separating from every aspect of your body - only feeling his tongue. “Hu- ah, oh, fuck.”

You were bucking so wildly, positively aching from what he had already done to you. But he held on, taking even more from you.

“Stop.” You wailed. “Stop, stop. I cah- I can’t.” You felt his heat leave your body and you instantly rolled onto your side, hugging your knees to your chest.

“It’s okay darling.” Damiano’s voice was so soothing, filled with what you took for genuine care. “You’re alright. Just breathe, breathe, good girl. I’m gonna get you a cold drink.”

“Team Jacob.” You whispered, your mind still reeling from the electric currents shooting through it. “Team Jacob.”

“What?” Ethan asked. “What are you saying?”

“She’s saying team Jacob.” Damiano said, projecting his voice as he left the room. “That’s her safe word. It’s okay baby, you can laugh about it. She sure did when she thought it up. She laughed like a bloody loon for a good hour. At two in the morning, ‘cause everything is funnier at 2AM.”

In the silence that followed his exit, you felt sanity coming back to you. The aftershocks gradually weakened and it became easier to hold still.

You refused to open your eyes, until you heard Ethan saying your name quietly. You looked across to where he sat, at the furthest corner of the bed.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped sooner.”

You smiled weakly. “It’s okay, I’ll be fine. It was just a bit like, I’m gonna have to use that later.”

This set him off laughing - the look of a remorseful puppy leaving his face. “Can I get you anything?”

“A smoke?”

He didn’t hesitate in this task, immediately knowing where to find a pack and lighter amongst all of Damiano’s other possessions. He placed the cigarette between his own lips to light the end. But he paused before handing it to you.

“This shit ‘ll kill you.” He said seriously.

You laughed and sent a kick in his direction. “Just give me the damn cigarette, pervertito.”

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Less than a month later your phone-screen lit up with Damiano’s number. He sounded so casual when you answered, he knew that his control over you could be exerted without much effort. “Are you home?”

“Yeah.” You had, in fact, just stepped into your apartment after finishing a horrid day at your horrid job. You hadn’t had time to remove the unflattering diner uniform. “But I’m not-”

“I know, honey, I know that it’s too early. It’s not feeding that I wanna do. I’m in the mood for breeding, I wanna breed you.” You smiled, heart skipping and a burn starting in the back of your throat. “So, can I come over?”

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Your cheek was pushed against the pillow, Damiano’s fingers in your mouth as he hovered over you. Your heart was pounding and you had been teased to the point of agony. If you had to endure any more foreplay, you would surely cry - then he would know how pathetic you were, he would know how you lived and died for his touch.

“Do you really think you’re worthy of having my child?” He asked, the uncovered tip of his dick barely inside of you - it had been this way for excruciatingly slow minutes. You had never felt so empty and sucking on his fingers wasn’t enough to pacify your surging lust. “You expect me to believe you’re deserving of giving me an heir, your body is good enough for a hybrid?”

You nodded your head as best you could, while he used one hand to hold you down, to hold you against the pillow.

“I don’t think you understand, silly girl. I’m asking you a question and I expect an answer. Fail to answer and you will regret it. Now, answer me, convince me. Just try to convince me, honey.”

You were allowed to move your head so as to free your mouth of his fingers. You were flustered, scrambling with no way of knowing how to begin pleading your case.

“Because I’d do anything…” You hoped that he hadn’t been expecting anything eloquent. “I swear, sir. I would do anything to please you, anything to get your demon seed. My life is so fuckin’ pointless, you’re right, I am a silly girl. I don’t know how to make anything that I do matter, to anyone, to myself. Please sir, please let me do something that matters…” The pressure of how he held your head to the pillow lessened slightly. “Please let me give you a hybrid child. I’d do anything, I want it so bad.”

“It’s badly.” He snapped, making you flinch. “You want it so badly. But by all means - tell me how badly you want it. ‘Cause if you really want it, I wanna hear it. If you want it all then you’ve gotta beg me for it.”

He readjusted how he was sitting on top of your hips, allowing you to feel more of his tip, your cunt needing to have all of him. “I wanna hear how much you want it, how you want me to bury it in you and fill every part of you with my demon seed. Beg me for it. Beg for the fuckin’ privilege of making me come. Beg for it, you silly cum-whore.”

“Please.” You burst out, already surrendering any restraint. “I want it, I need it.” Your hands flew up to his body, seeing how much you could get away with because you needed to experience more of him. “I can’t live not being your cum-slut. Please sir, please. I need it, tell me what to do and I’ll do it, anything, just anything.” He was grinning as he picked one of your hands up, off of his chest. You could see his fangs had extended into place before he applied a kiss to your skin. “Please breed me. I mean it when I say that I don’t care how long it takes, I just want you to fuck me ‘til I’m pregnant. Please.” His hold on your head had changed and you could finally look straight ahead, could finally look at his cruel face, that you were so utterly devoted to. “Please breed me, please.”

He was smiling, his breath still warming the back of your hand. Your lip trembled and you were ready to whisper more begs. 

“Ah…” You gasped at the feeling of his fangs digging into you, piercing the flesh.

The pain filled you with delight, the feeling of him sucking the blood from you swarmed your senses and you knew this perfect moment could only lead to more pleasure. You quivered in your excitement.

You felt his thighs tense as he released his mouth from your hand. He licked up the blood that beaded from these punctures, then turned your hand over, his nose brushing against the palm. He moved his lips to the inside of your wrist, eyes flashing up to meet yours before he made his next move - because he needed to see your reaction as he upped the ante.

This bite had you arching your back, ready to scream as the delicious sting surged through you. You wanted this to be how you ended, wanted to know nothing after this high.

Your scream burst free when he swung his hips forward, stretching your pussy with his entire length finally entering you. You clenched your hand into a fist as you felt the fire bloom to life in the pit of your stomach.

He kept his lips fixed to the sight of your new wound, sucking and savouring the taste with his tongue. He pumped into you, coating himself in your eager arousal, building momentum with something you could keep up with. It was a glorious, seductive rhythm that bonded your body to his -

Until you were ready to be owned by him.

Your thoughts swam, a disorientating floating sensation coming into your mind. You could feel yourself disconnecting from reality, losing yourself to his quickening thrusts - to the way he was sucking your blood to draw the life out of you.

“Yes.” You whined. “Please sir, please give me your demon seed.”

He moaned hard against your skin, the fervent increase in his speed making you think the time to shatter would be soon. You could feel more of his hot liquid arousal shooting into you, marking the deepest parts of you as his own. You gave up on trying to catch your breath and instead gave into his movements, giving into how pain could transform into enchanting pleasure.

“Breed me.” You raised yourself up, wrapping your arms around him as you sought an angle that would provide greater friction. Your chest rubbed against his as you worked to keep this promising rhythm. “Breed me, please.”

His mouth detached from your wrist, where his circular imprints went against the uniform straight line scars already collected on your flesh. His lips were bright red, glistening as he looked at you with eyes that you weren’t sure had ever had brown irises - you were so used to seeing him in hunter mode, when the dilated pupils took over everything.

He looked at you, his grip on your arm relaxing. He gave your wrist a powerful final suck as things reached a slower moment between the two of you - something like the eye of the storm. He released your wrist and suddenly your vision was filled with what looked like flying rubies.

But it was your own blood, being spat back at you. It splattered across your cheeks, creating red freckles.

“Do you still want it?” He asked, a forceful kiss pinning your back to the bedhead. “Do you still wanna have my demon seed?” He was rolling his lips against yours again. “Do you still want every bit of my cum in you?”

“Y-yes.” You met every thrust, unafraid to work for your climax. “Please give me your cum, please give it all to me.”

He pressed his sweaty cheek to your own as he whispered straight into your ear. “You wanna come for me?”

“Yes, please.”

You gripped his back as he buried himself deeper into you. The two of you struggled to catch your breath, bodies lost to the erratic pacing. The friction flooded you, turning you into a spasming mess.

When he gave you the blessed signal for release, you shuddered forward into him. You pressed your face against his shoulder, your mouth gaping open as the shockwaves ripped through your body. You were soon to be ruined, the rubbing between your bodies allowing you to taste perfection.

As he emptied himself into you, your vision filled with stars before you shattered.

Your bodies wound down from this unbelievable high together, finding the necessary stillness after that flurry of activity. He kissed you softly a couple of times while you refused to loosen your hold on him.

“Go and rinse your hand and wrist.” He ordered. “I don’t need you developing a blood infection.”

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“I do not have time for this today, darling.” It had taken nine messages to get Damiano (including assuring him that this was definitely a life-or-death situation) to agree to quickly pop into your apartment. And now that he was here, he was tense. Making no effort to show you any of that legendary charm. “Time is money and you do not keep the Gucci people waiting, not when they’re doing a fitting for custom suits. I don’t need to insult them because you wanted some attention.”

“I just wanted to tell you in person, this isn’t-”

“So can we make this quick? There’s a car waiting for me and…”

“I couldn’t just tell you in-”

“I need this to be fast.”

You grabbed his arm, tugging on it to bring him down to the couch next to you. This allowed you to look into his eyes as he finally gave you the opportunity to speak. “I’m pregnant.”

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One Summer In Paris ~ Is She Mine? ~ JJK

WORD COUNT: 3.4 K 

GENRE: Fluffy, romance, ex-lovers to lovers, smut at a later date

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Jeon Jungkook had always loved Paris with its amazing views, incredible museums and the small Bookshop right across from the Effiel Tower. It was were he spent a lot of his summer breaks as a kid so he loved it well into his adulthood. There was one bookshop he rented a room in the summer that changed his life. It was a place where he felt happy and at peace whenever he had the chance to stay there. Where he fell in love for the first time and had his first heartbreak, a lot of firsts for him were in Paris. But what happens when he goes back to the same book shop four years later and finds the love of his life in the arms of another with a daughter who looks suspiciously like him…

THEMES: Single Parent, Jungkook x Fem!Reader, self insert, Smut will be included in a later chapter

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As soon as the plane touched the floor Jungkook instantly felt at home even if his home wasn't Paris it was still felt like home to him. Everything about Paris made him feel at peace and in a place, he couldn't help but fall in love with more and more every time they came here. Pulling his bag through the airport calling Namjoon to let him know that he'd arrived in Paris safely like the leader had requested but he had to have been sleeping because there was no answer from him so he just put his baseball cap on paired with some sunglasses and walked out, keeping his head down as he walked.

The joys of the break coming like this meant that no one knew where he was heading, not even his manager knew that Jungkook had flown to France he didn't want everyone following him around he wanted it to be just like his old times there when he was a kid and the last summer he was there. This break was about spending time alone and just having some time to breathe, no paparazzi, no fans. He adored all of ARMY but sometimes he just needed some time to himself.

It was almost four years to the date when the boys all took a break from their idol life to spend some time off and away from everything and just like today he flew to Paris. One of the places he'd loved as a kid since he would always come here on his summer breaks,

"Bonjour," He greeted one of the cab drivers who nodded at him through the rearview mirror with no response, waiting for the address to be given to him. Jungkook could recite the address as if it was his own home address, it had never left his brain even in the four years he'd been away from it.

"234 Louvre Road please," It was the address of an apartment above a book shop, one that he'd spent most of his inside of when he came to Paris with his grandmother, and the one he'd been in four summers ago the last time he was alone in the city without the boys around. Of course, they'd been there many times since but Jungkook could never break away from them or the paparazzi long enough to go and visit the small shop.

"Right away Sir, what brings you to the city of love?" Jungkook assumed he was trying to make some conversation to help pass the time so he just decided to speak back to him. The man was balding and had a thick black beard, he couldn't have been any older than his 50's.

"I've missed coming here, so I decided it was time for a visit." He chuckled to himself even though what he was saying wasn't funny. It was the nervous chuckle he did whenever he didn't know what to say, he turned and began staring out of the window as he passed by everything. Nothing had changed, the views were still spectacular no matter the angle you looked from, everything was still just as beautiful as ever. The sun was already starting to set in the city and it made everything look more impressive than it already did, the fairy lights were just starting to twinkle on the Effiel Tower. 

"No story of a long lost love living here? I've heard them all kid and I can read you like a book," The man laughed softly as he pulled onto the main road, Jungkook's heart sank at the thought of you even still being in Paris, you would have been long gone by now there was no way of knowing. 

"No. Not for me." He lied, laughing it off as though it wasn't weighing him down so he kept his attention on the view out of the window, looking at all the different people that were around him. All of the couples running along together, families huddled together as they toured the city of love. 

This was supposed to be a creative break for him, Namjoon told him that he thought Jungkook could have a breakthrough with some lyrics he'd been struggling on so he was hoping Namjoon was right about that. Paris was always one of the places Jungkook felt most creative, the art and the people all inspiring him. It was where he'd written a lot of the love songs that were on his mixtape...That wasn't released yet, Jungkook didn't think it was ready but he was sure after this break it would be. He just needed something...More.

"Here you go sir," Jungkook tipped the taxi driver and got out at the small book shop. 

It was just the way he remembered it from his childhood and the summer he'd spent there. The small shop nestled right between the river and across from the Effiel tower, the view from the apartments above it was honestly breathtaking and made him wonder how the place was still just a book shop instead of a B&B but he didn't mind, the place was still there, still his private little nesting place. He wondered if the inside had changed all over the last four years of him being gone, Grace was always crazy about changing everything inside. Going on about how the decor was wrong, or the shelves needed rearranging whenever she didn't like something in its place. He was about to head inside of the shop when he froze in place, his hand on the handle of his suitcase tensing while his knuckles turned when he saw you standing there. 

Reaching across the counter probably speaking French to one of the customers since it was practically your native tongue the way you spoke it, your hair was longer than it was Four summers ago and you seemed happier somehow. The corners of your lips were turned up in a smile and it made his stomach flip and kick the longer he watched you engaging with someone. Although he had no idea what you were saying he was making it up in his head, imagining what you would say to someone who was asking for a book recommendation. It had been one of your favourite things to do in the shop, you'd read so many different books Jungkook always wondered how you kept it all in your head.

"Excusez-Moi monsieur, Allez-Vous à l'intérieur?" Excuse me, sir, are you going in?" Jungkook was pulled from his daydream about you and turned to see a small elderly lady holding a stack of books in her hand, he'd hardly heard her and he doubted that he would if she hadn't have tapped his shoulder to gain his attention. She frowned at him as she watched him, Jungkook could have sworn she looked an awful lot like Grace but he couldn't be sure.

"Oh, Oh...Sorry. No." He stepped out of the way darting to hide down the side of the shop when you looked up. There was a bell above the door that alerted whoever was working that someone had entered so you glanced up, right as Grace walked through the door with a stack of books in her hand.

"Bonjour!" He heard your voice and it was just as sweet as he remembered it from before, you still sounded like you which was good since you were you and not some alien that was disguised to look like you...He knew it was impossible. But his flight over here had been cramped full of dreams about you...Nightmares rather. One stemming from an Alien abduction to the next one of you flipping out at him when you see him.

"There was an odd boy outside, I'm sure I know him." That was his cue to leave that meant that the woman had been Grace. Grace was like a mother to you so he knew you would have told her all about him and why he'd left you, he dragged his suitcase down the cobbled road trying to find another taxi service. He couldn't stay in the apartment above the bookshop you were working in. It would feel too weird but his heart was aching to go and see you one last time. To get one last glance at you before he disappeared, his heart yearned for it but he shook his head, keeping his eyes downcast as he tried to find a cab.

"An odd boy? Madame Grace, you think everyone is odd," You laughed softly at the elderly lady taking her in the direction of the back of the shop to settle her down with a pot of tea and one of the books she'd brought along with her. It was her own store but she'd never read anything from inside of it. 'It's all junk' She said to you one day as she settled down with books in different languages you could never understand. 

"He was really odd, just watching you through the window. I thought he was going to come in but then I startled him," She continued ranting about how he shouldn't have been standing in the doorway like that how it would only deter people from coming into the charming little bookshop she owned. You poured her a cup of tea into the small teacup and shook your head at her,

"I'm sure he was just lost Madame Grace," Your voice came out softly and she patted the top of your hand, she always knew you were nice to everyone. 

"Where is your handsome boyfriend?" She meant David, of course, she loved him since she was the one to set you up with him and he was..."One of a kind." There was one thing about him, you hadn't worked out what it was going on between you, you knew he liked you a lot and he and Arehum - your daughter - got along perfectly well but you weren't sure how you felt about him. There was nothing wrong with him of course, he was a great guy but there just wasn't something there that made you feel connected to him.

"He's out with Arehum." You spoke to her, she sighed happily going back to her books as you left to go and answer the bell that had been ringing, it was the latest delivery of books that had been ordered in. Josh was standing there with a clipboard and a box that looked relatively heavy.

"Has the person renting the apartment been by yet?" The delivery boy - Josh - asked as he handed you a box full of books, you grunted putting them down behind the counter. Everyone you were close with knew the ins and outs of the shop and were interested to see who you'd finally decided to rent the apartment out to.

"Not yet, I'm sure they'll turn up soon though. I can't believe someone wants that place, no one's been up there in years." You said as you began singing on the small pad he was holding out for you. The bookshop you worked in had two apartments above it, the bookshop was the bottom and basement floor - the basement was mostly used for storage. Then the apartments were on the second and third floors both of them relatively big to say they were just some small apartments. 

The third floor was one that an ex-boyfriend of yours had stayed in over the summer four years ago since then no one had rented the apartment out. Mostly because you never advertised it anymore, the thought of someone going up there...Being there where your memories were didn't sit right with you but when someone called to book it you couldn't say no. So you had to venture up there the other day when you had to clean it out since Grace was far too old to come to the shop and do it herself. She struggled walking around alone nevermind climbing up all those stairs and cleaning.

"I hope so anyway, I didn't clean that place out for nothing." You joked as Josh bean walking out of the door and left you to deal with the boxes in front of you. Most of them were on the History of Paris and some were old cliche romances that Grace had clearly snuck onto the order, she was a sucker for the cliches and as much as it pained you to admit it...So were you. The cliche romances where there are two people one bed or enemies to lovers...They were always a favourite of yours.

This was not how Jungkook wanted to spend his holiday, he'd been longing to stay in that apartment since it was where all of his memories were but seeing you there sent him into a wave of emotions, mostly guilt for what he'd done to you. How things had ended between you both wasn't the best of ways. 

The Hotel Antoniette was the hotel he'd found the quickest, it was close to the bookshop in case he found himself brave enough to head inside at a later date. The hotel was huge and elaborate, probably since it had been a palace belonging to a French Aristocracy. It was close to the Tuileries Garden and the Louvre which he adored, he could remember all of the times he'd spent roaming around the museum and the garden with you hand in hand as you spoke about your day in the shop and his time in Paris. Back then you had no idea who he was, to you he was just Jungkook who'd been travelling on his break from college to come and see Paris and decided to stay a little longer for the ''view'.' Which of course, the view was you. He wished he'd been honest with you about who he really was. Maybe none of it would have happened. Maybe you would have somehow made it all work out, he could still be happy with you.  

His suite was right on the top floor - the best that money could buy him, he figured it would bring more privacy if he could just hide out in the hotel room most of the days. He was sure he could find something to occupy his mind if he did end up stuck here. The room had french-style windows that opened up onto a balcony giving him the most magnificent view of Paris he pushed the doors open to look at the fairy lights on the Effiel Tower in the pitch-black night. He kept his eyes on the structure, watching the way all the lights changed somehow making them look like stars. It was stunning to look at but his mind was going back to you in that book shop. He wondered how you were, How you'd been doing over the last four years and if you'd even remember him but, of course, you would. How could you after what you went through together? That kind of love couldn't have been one-sided and he doubted you could forget it so easily. 

Trying to distract himself he went back into his suite to go and unpack his bag, the whole place was like a huge apartment all decorated in white with marble counters. The bedding was a pale-peach kind of colour stacked high with pillows that he had no idea how he was going to get back onto the bed the next morning when he got up. He slid his bag over to the dressing room and almost dropped the case on the spot, it was only half of the size of the bedroom and it was lined wall to wall with mirrors all doubling as wardrobes he could see himself in every square inch of the room so he began unpacking as quickly as he could, making a promise to himself not to go in there at night time because it scared him. The thought of walking into a dark room and catching his own reflection...He'd seen enough horror movies to know better than that.

By the time he got back out of the hotel it was getting close to 10:30 pm and he wanted to stop by the shop one last time, just to see you and maybe try to speak to you. He had his hat on, hoodie pulled around his body with some shorts on since it was summer and quite warm at night, most of the shops were already closing up but he noticed the lights inside the book store were all on. 

"Grace I can lock up alone," Your voice came out smooth as you spoke the small old lady who'd been outside of the shop earlier when Jungkook had been there confirming it to be Grace. You slid a cup of what looked like something hot into her hand it was steaming and Jungkook scoffed. Who could drink hot drinks in this weather? It was far too hot for that. It was much better to have a cold drink on a night like this.

"How was your day?" Grace questioned you sitting back against an armchair that was inside of the shop, Jungkook remembered picking the chair out with you at a car boot sale you both went to. He remembered taking it back to the shop in a struggle before the both of you curled up to sleep in it. The chair wasn't huge but it was comfy enough to take a nap together there for an hour or two until he woke up and had a dead arm from the position you'd fallen asleep in. Jungkook felt like such a creep for watching through the giant glass window but there was something about you that was different that he couldn't put his finger on. 

"It was okay, Josh came by with a new delivery. How was your day Areum?" You called out behind Grace, Jungkook wondered who Areum was who you seemed to change your tone for. Your tone went from soft to even softer as you looked down at someone. Jungkook remembered you mentioning the name a lot around him but he knew it wasn't one of your friends. All of your friends had french snotty names which were one of the reasons he never wanted to meet them, that and he couldn't risk them knowing who he was and blabbing it to the press that he was in Paris with a girl.

"Areum, how was your day?!" Grace asked politely and a small girl came out from one of the bookshelves dressed in a Princess dress twirling around and waving a wand in the air, Jungkook's mouth fell open as his eyes landed on the small girl. Her hair was long to the lower of her back it was curled at the ends and she had the biggest smiles he'd ever seen on her face as she twirled around and around in one spot. 

As he finally got a good look at her his heart sank to the floor as he realised she was the spitting image of him, she had his smile, his eyes and hair colour even the little dimple that he had on his left cheek. He stumbled into a metal table knocking it over and knocking the sign to the shop over, you laughed looking up to see which drunken idiot had knocked it over this time but the smile faded from your lips as soon as you locked eyes with him outside of the window. Your heart began to pound as you stared at one another, your mouth falling into an 'O' shape the longer you watched him. Part of you was praying it was just your eyes playing tricks on you. 

"Y/n?" Everyone was in the background as you stared at Jungkook through the window swallowing the huge lump in your throat. No one else in the room mattered now that your eyes were on him. Grace followed your gaze wondering what the big deal was when she saw the same boy from before standing there. Both of you having a stare off as you looked at one another through the giant window. 

"He was outside earlier! I told you he was a creep, I'll ring the police." You shook your head rapidly, taking her hand away from the shop phone and telling her to take Areum up the staircase instead. Grace nodded rushing your very confused daughter up the stairs in the back of the shop while Jungkook made his way into the shop, red in the face as he looked at the small girl. All of the dots in his head connecting to get a different image but one still remained as he watched the small girl. Her eyes locking with his as it hit him, 

"Y/n...Is she mine?"

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[evakuality]

Matteo - Episode three

Social Media - There’s so much of it this week!  At the time, I only followed a couple of accounts and then only saw the rest when it was posted to the tag.  I think I’m grateful for that.  This is absolutely overwhelming, the sheer volume of things the characters were putting out.  But it’s also really nice that we get all this normal teenage life stuff.  It really does allow an immersive ‘this is real people doing real stuff’ feeling to everything.  Particularly people like Kiki and Sam who have little to do with the plot.  It keeps them real and alive through a season where they were a bit more sidelined (and I love that Matteo and David’s little trip later on keeps them alive in a way that doesn’t overpower Amira’s season - this is a really clever way for the producers to keep fan favourites active without having to shoehorn them into places where they don’t belong).  I am also a bit concerned about some of this though - how on earth did the boys not get in trouble for filming the dancing girls and posting it to social media?  At most schools I know that would have resulted in some serious discipline action.  However, the most fascinating thing about the social media is the party at the end of the episode.  Sara didn’t start posting much on her stuff until much later in the evening (the reason this post is so late is because I was waiting to watch through all the social media before I worked with it - and there was so much for so long that I was able to notice the patterns in it in a way I didn’t at the time) and then Leonie took over and it was interesting what she chose to show and how non-perfect it all was compared to what Sara was trying to do before she got really incapacitated.  I know it’s not technically part of this episode but the text string between the two of them the next day where Sara panics over how Matteo might take seeing her in such a sloppy drunken state is very telling.  She really really wants to put on a show to make sure he’s not turned off by her not being ‘perfect’ - again, this is all very subtly done but there’s a really strong push to show how much of what is put onto social media isn’t a real and true depiction of who we really are.  And of course that’s most important for Matteo himself.  He’s still very actively putting on a front and it’s only partly to try to cover for the fact that he’s interested in boys not girls.  He’s really not happy or at ease with pretty much any aspect of himself, but he’s also not really willing to show it to anyone.  Except David.  Which we’ll see as we go through the clips.

Clip one - Matteo’s shelf in the fridge is so sad!  Someone (a parent maybe?) should really be making sure he has food and is looking after himself.  We touched a bit last episode on food and nurturing and what we see here is Matteo very much not nurturing himself.  Even more so than Sara, he has no care for his own wellbeing.  Also he’s relying heavily on other people (Hans in this case) to do the heavy lifting for him.  It’s also a major contrast to the playful, if disgusting, sandwich he made with David.  Here it’s really just about putting something in to his body and there’s no thought for anything other than basic survival.  Which is, tbh, a good metaphor for Matteo’s approach to his life at this time.  The chat with Mia again veers close to things that are difficult for Matteo - he’s wearing David’s beanie, trying to get that bit of closeness to him, but then Mia starts asking awkward questions about why the kitchen was so terrible and what Matteo was up to and it’s all a bit tough.  Matteo tries again to deflect and lie to cover his tracks.  Which... is he ever going to learn?  This lying is forever getting him in hot water when he’s caught out.  Jonas even calls him out on it, basically saying ‘if you’re going to use me as an excuse then give me a heads up first’ showing that he has Matteo’s back, but is incapable of helping him if he won’t help himself.  At this point, of course, Matteo has closed off because there’s a lot he finds too hard to talk about but Jonas is already giving those hints that he’d be there for Matteo if only Matteo would let him be.  But at least Mia’s pushing serves one purpose - Matteo makes contact with David again and they manage to connect and get over the little hitch that David’s ditching caused.  Both are still hiding bits of themselves from each other (David more so obviously), but both are quite happy to make these connections and are comfortable with each other.  That David responds is so nice; it sets up the dynamic so different to the original and Matteo is much more secure in David’s friendship than Isak was with Even at this point just because of this.  Then of course Matteo does the gay test, and it’s clear he already knows but he’s just sort of trying to work through some things.  It leads to some of the things he says later that are quite unfortunate (both to the boys about the dance teacher in this episode and to Hans later about the ways to be gay), but I think there’s a genuine desire to figure out what gay might look like rather than any truly homophobic stuff.  societal expectations and stereotypes and our own internal biases mess with us big time!!

Clip two - There’s not a lot of difference with the dancing girls clip, but it’s nice to see David again and the interactions between him and Matteo are a lot more natural than with Isak and Even.  I guess because these two are in the same year, it’s much easier to pass off knowing each other and so Matteo really is a lot more casual than Isak ever was.  The tone of the ‘why does he have to be so gay’ is different here too - Matteo’s much more low key and subdued when he’s called out on ‘why do we insult gays’ and he’s apologising fairly quickly.  It really is much more obvious that he’s trying to work out what ‘gay’ is than trying to distance himself from the idea of being gay.  He has a lot of issues and a lot of stuff to work through but it’s entrenched in an entirely different way to the og even though the words are almost exactly the same.  The power of acting and body language!!  Of course, this makes sense for both characters too - Isak and Matteo have different experiences and different lives and so they each act in a way that makes sense for them.  I’m super impressed that the same conversation can look so different - both actors are very very good.

Clip three - This scene with Matteo and Sara works much better for me than the one with Isak and Emma.  But perhaps that’s because Sara is allowed to be much more of a rounded character rather than a plot device.  We can say all we like (and Leonie is so clearly right there with us) that Sara needs to wake up and see how badly Matteo is treating her, but the way this is developing makes it clear why she thinks and acts the way she does and we can have a lot of sympathy for her even while rolling our eyes at how obviously this is not working out.  This right here is the moment where Matteo really should have said ‘yeah sorry, this isn’t working for me’ but he chooses not to because he still wants that security of having ‘someone’ if the thing with David turns out the way he expects it to (eg, David and Leonie being a thing).  He wants the ability to hide and say ‘see, there was nothing there, I have a girlfriend so I’m not at all upset that David has one too’ and it’s shitty behaviour and it’s totally unfair to Sara, but at this point Matteo can’t see beyond his own needs.  Sara is very clearly not happy with the situation and she rightly feels sidelined and unappreciated but she is still willing to accept his word when she puts those words into his mouth.  She’s still invested in this fantasy in her head and she is carefully scripting it so that it goes the way she wants it to.  Like last week when she was talking over Matteo to avoid hearing anything he’s saying, here she’s literally telling him what to say to get the outcome she wants.  Leonie has quite obviously got a better handle on the situation, but Sara doesn’t want to hear it.  Sara, again bless her, is very open about what she wants and needs from a relationship and how she’s feeling.  She refuses to take Matteo’s very half-hearted attempt at sweet talking her at face value and demands some accountability.  But it’s the very nature of those demands that sets her doom.  She tells him what she needs and he gives it to her - only it’s a very pale and weak imitation of what she would really like.  He uses her communication skills to play her.

Clip four - I loathe how no-one takes Matteo’s wants and needs into account, pretty much ever.  He’s in such a rut of being used to just going with the flow that even when he tries to assert his own wants people straight up ignore him.  It’s sad that he allows Kiki etc to basically commandeer his home for their party but it’s very much in keeping with how everything else is going.  Last week, Kiki was super irritated because she had a picture of how things were going to go (they would have their event and Matteo would host it) and she couldn’t deal with things not being under her control.  I suspect that if Sara hadn’t been with them and hadn’t done the speaking for Matteo, he would have been bullied into doing what she wanted then too.  He clearly doesn't want to do this , but at least he uses it as a way to get closer to David.  ‘Well, this party idea sucks, but maybe I can get this guy I like there’ and so he goes right up to him and invites him.  While he’s quite checked out of significant parts of his life, when Matteo really wants something he’s not scared of going after it.  Of course, as we see in later events, this gets him in trouble at times.  But for right now it’s nice to see him taking some small control of his life.  This is only possible, of course, because he was able to connect with David fairly quickly after he left last week.  The fact that they are able to do this is testament to how easily they do understand each other and even while its awkward, this relationship doesn’t have the underlying tensions that the one with Sara does.  It’s awkward in a positive way.

Clip five - there’s lots going on in this one.  The studying and how little interest and engagement Matteo has with it.  The consequent stalking of David on Sara’s account, the flow over into looking for David’s favourite movie, and of course Hans and his intrusion into Matteo’s quiet space again and then his attempt at using grindr.  It’s a slow, fairly quiet clip and yet Matteo ends up doing a lot in it.  It shows again, I think, just how much he values his time by himself and how much it works for him to be allowed to do things at his own pace.  I’ve said before I really enjoy seeing the characters in their own environments being chill and just hanging with themselves.  It shows us a lot of how they are.  In this case, Matteo moves very quickly from the boredom of the studying to things he has more interest in.  Like David.  He’s restless and disengaged, using all of his tricks to try to distract himself (playing with plants etc) and then very quickly giving up on what he should do.  I like that we get these sorts of smaller, lower key indications of how much David means to him as well.  It’s not big grandiose expressions of interest, but he watches the movie because David likes it.  He can’t even let himself stare at the picture for too long because it feels like a huge admission (he literally breaks eye contact with it and looks away the way he often does with David himself).  It’s in these unguarded moments in his own space that we really see Matteo and he’s a mess, but he’s a mess who really does want connection and to find meaning with someone.  

Clip six - We all love this one, right?  It’s such a nice moment with David and their almost-kissing is very intense.  But there’s a lot going on before that that I also want to look at.  First, the way the boys call Matteo a ‘player’?????? how???? That’s his girlfriend?????  He is playing her and stringing her along when he shouldn’t, but he’s not playing the field which is generally what we mean when we say this sort of thing.  He has one girl and that one girl has made it pretty clear that he is hers.  In many ways Matteo would be better off if he was playing the field - then there’s no expectations and he gets a rep as a ladies man.  But this works better for him - he can sort of fall into it and follow along with it without having to put any effort in at all.  She literally speaks for him, even.  I have always found it fascinating how much Matteo keeps to himself in this clip.  He hugs the walls like they’re his home and Sara is out there in the middle and there’s such a disconnect between the way they’re both acting.  How would Matteo have coped with the expectations Sara outlines about sex had she not got so blind drunk she had to be taken home?  It seems like it would have led to something very awkward and maybe she’d have finally got the picture.

Laura's little visit to see Matteo is cute too.  Obviously she knows that David is interested and so she checks him out.  It’s a shame it’s interrupted by Hans who then monopolises Matteo, but she was quite deliberate in finding him and speaking with him and I love the sibling support.  David’s shirt he chooses to appeal to Matteo is hilarious too.  The thought process (and the discussions with Laura at home beforehand) must have been brilliant.  ‘I always wear black and am mysterious and aloof and cool, but to attract this boy I will wear a white shirt with a stupid picture on it’ - that it does attract Matteo just shows how attuned David is to his future boyfriend.  Maybe he’s stalking the instagrams too - the Matteo Monday and Florenzi Friday do suggest that this is something that might appeal to Matteo.  

Hans and Andi bother me too.  In much the same way that I dislike that Sara assumes that Matteo not wanting sex with her means he’s gay (like?  It’s okay not to want sex!!  It doesn’t say anything about your sexuality), I don’t like that Hans has talked about Matteo to Andi and allows him to be so forward and aggressively sexual with someone who is very obviously not willing to be out.  I know Hans is trying to be there for Matteo and to encourage him to accept himself (I think it’s pretty clear that he knows or thinks Matteo likes guys).  But this is a party with all of Matteo’s friends.  What did they think would happen?  Why did they think he’d react in any way other than the one he does?  Hans looks confused when Matteo pushes away and leaves, but why?  This behaviour is entirely consistent with everything we know of his character. That it ends in an actual panic attack makes it all much more sad and difficult to watch.  Honestly, outing people when they’re not ready is not cool and Hans should know this.

The panic attack itself is so well done.  There’s no dialogue and yet we can see very obviously how Matteo is feeling and just how ‘normal’ this is to him.  He has a set of behaviours that he follows to try to take the edge off.  He throws things (this is his go-to when he’s stressed and he does it a LOT), he tries weed and he finally tries music and sitting by himself, cuddling a cushion for comfort.  I know a million people have discussed this at length, but I don’t think we can speak about this clip without at least touching on it.  Everything about it is done so well and it all combines to allow Matteo’s feelings to shine through.  I love that it’s allowed to happen at a party and that we see very clearly how these things can be overwhelming for characters.  I won’t go on anymore, but it’s just great and the acting is so perfect.  I genuinely think this small part of this clip is probably my favourite acting out of everything in this show.

And then of course we have the stuff after everyone else has left.  Again, a million people have discussed this in a million ways, but I love how this scene again shows how easily they get each other, how good they are at communicating with each other and how quickly they get on the same page.  Matteo has no trouble at all saying what he thinks and pressing for information.  This parallels Sara in some ways - she is like this with Matteo, making her wants and needs clear and putting herself on the line.  Again, this is all very good set up for later on when Matteo finally finds himself in her position and realises just how much his behaviour hurt her because he’s living her side.  However, unlike Matteo, David is quite clear and honest back.  And that’s why they can so quickly move into a potential kiss.  As with Matteo and Sara, there are close ups as they lean into each other, but somehow it feels like there’s more space for them to breathe here.  The camera allows them both to be in the frame naturally, whether Sara is often invading into Matteo’s shots.  Here, they’re both on board and both want it.  I like that Matteo gets a moment to be open and himself after his experience with Andi.  It must take a lot of courage to do this after he was so badly affected earlier.  Testament to David’s calming presence which reassures rather than pushes, and how honest they are with each other - there’s no way David could miss how relieved Matteo is when he finds out that Laura is David’s sister not his girlfriend.  They’re both very brave here - David for telling Matteo he looks good and Matteo for trying to take that next step even after his panic attack.   And I think that’s a nice place to leave this.  Because that’s already such a lot and this has all already been said before.  

[space-helen]

Back To Vegas - Chapter 4

Words: 1948

Pairing: Nick Stokes x reader

A/N: Case is unfolding now!! I promise there’ll be more Nick and Reader moments in the next chapter

CH1     CH2      CH3     CH4    CH5   CH6   CH7   CH8

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“Y/N?” You looked up from the evidence gathered at Hallie’s house that was out on the table.

“Greg?”

“New DB just came in. Want to join me?” he questioned stepping into the room. 

You looked at Grissom opposite you and he gestured towards Greg “Go. I’ll be ok with this. Catherine will be back in a second anyway.”

You stood and began to leave, Greg leading the way. “You wanna drive?”

“Uhh I think you should. I still don’t know Vegas that well.”

The man laughed “You’ll get to know it soon enough. I’m surprised Nick hasn’t taken you on a tour yet.” 

You got into the car with the man “Well we haven’t exactly had the time yet.”

“I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to come hiking soon and you’re more than welcome to join to.” The man started the engine.

“I’ll ask him later. Thank you”

“My pleasure. So Y/N tell me what sort of stuff are you into?”

The entire car ride was spent talking about your hobbies and getting to know the man, allowing him to talk about the history of Vegas and his friendship with Nick.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make too much of an effort to get to know you. Or come and see you and Nick. I was actually kind of nervous. I knew you were a big part of his life and I didn’t want to scare you away or something.”

“Don’t apologise or worry about it. It would have been nice to get to know you sooner, don't get me wrong. But you and Nick were always calling each other so I feel like I know you anyway.”

“Same to you. He spoke about you a lot, you know. Still does.”

You rolled your eyes “As much as I love the man can we move away from the relationship talk? I feel like I’ve been grilled and questioned by everyone about it.”

“Alright. No relationship talk.” The man pulled into the drive of a house. The police presence around the house was instantly noticeable.

“High profile?” 

The man shrugged “I don’t think so.”

The two of you got out of the vehicle and grabbed your kits, quickly moving towards the house.

“Why so many officers?” you questioned an older looking man by the front door.

“The body is fresh. Found by his kid. He was a professor and writer. The kid said he saw a woman leaving.”

You thanked the man and entered the house, Greg right behind you. The two of you saw a teenager in the corridor with a detective “Hi.” you greeted them.

“Sanders and?” the detective enquired.

“Y/L/N” you replied and stretched out your hand. 

He shook it “Wentz” The man turned to the teenager “This is Steff Nichols, Mr Nichols, the vic’s, son.” He turned to the man “Tell them what you saw.”

Steff fidgeted “I came home from tutoring early and shouted for my Dad. I knew he was in, he never leaves on a Thursday night. He has to be home to watch his favourite show. I didn’t hear a response so I looked for him and came to his room and found him on his bed grasping at his chest. I went to run for my bag and cell phone and saw that someone was running down our drive I didn’t chase her I called nine one one and went to try help him.” he was visibly upset.

“Don’t feel bad you did the right thing.” you re-assured “Have you given Detective Wentz a description of what she looked like?”

He nodded “The best I could.”

“Did you touch anything in the room?” Greg asked from beside you.

“No. My focus was on Dad and… he was gone by the time help got here.”

“Did they touch anything?” Greg asked.

“Nothing. Just the father” Wentz replied.

The two of you nodded. “Stay with the detective alright?” Greg told the kid as the two of you continued down the corridor to the room his father lay.

The room was large and the man lay on the floor next to his bed, far from the door. You took a picture as soon as you entered the room. You slowly approached the body and took more as Greg fell into step with you.

Something caught Gregs eye as he approached the opposite nightstand. “Y/N look” he pointed at a vial on the nightstand as he began to rush out of the room “I’ll ask if they left anything.”

You took a picture of the vial before placing your kit down and picking up the vial. Greg was back with you within seconds “They didn’t even take anything out of their packs. Anything they did was over by the body.”

You read the label and passed it to Greg who now had an open evidence bag. “Potassium.” He sealed the bag and read it through the plastic. 

“These cases are more intertwined than we thought.”

“Is it ok if I call Nick? He said that his vic looked like they OD’d but maybe it was something connected to this? Can you call David to check for puncture marks on Hallie?”

He nodded “You call Nick.” Greg brought his phone out of his pocket and walked to the otherside of the room to make his call. Slipping out your phone you quickly called Nick.

“Everything ok?” Nick’s voice was curious

“Yeah.” you pushed some stray hairs back “I’m with Greg with the new DB. We found a vial of potassium here. I know you said your case looked like a general overdose in a motel but be sure to check for Potassium in her bloodstream. We’ll explain more later.”

“Sure, sure. Ours vic had a pretty big concoction of drugs in her stream. We initially thought she was a long time user but she wasn’t at all. I’ll check again for potassium.”

“Thanks Nicky. I’m just finishing this scene and we’ll be back to properly fill you in”

“No problem Darlin’. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you in a bit. Love you.”

“I love you too.” 

With that you hung up the call and turned back around, Greg stood on the other side of the room with a smirk on his face and arms crossed around his chest. “Love you Nicky.” he teased.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face “What? Are you jealous Greggo?”

“Don’t you dare.” he laughed “Let’s get back to the scene shall we?”

You composed yourself “Sure.”

The two of you collected the evidence efficiently and effectively and were soon walking back to the car. Bringing out your phone you checked your messages “Nick says there was potassium in his vic.”

“Right. David said he found puncture marks in Hallie too. This calls for a proper meeting.” Greg slid into the driver’s seat and brought out his phone. He began to frantically tap the screen before locking it and putting it away.

Just as he put it down your phone vibrated and you pulled it out.

“It’s only me.”

You read the text on the screen calling for a team meeting upon your return. 

“I’ll drop the evidence off ready to be properly processed then make my way over to the meeting.” you pulled your seatbelt across as he pulled away from the scene.

“Did Nick tell you about that time he left evidence in his car and-”

“Yeah.” you laughed “He gets pretty embarrassed about it.”

“I would too. It was a rough day.”

“When he told me the story I instantly got second hand embarrassment and it lives in my head rent free now. I’ll never leave evidence in a car.”

The journey was quick and you both leaped out the car. Greg chucked you his keys before rushing inside. You grabbed all of the evidence from the trunk and locked up before following Gregs footsteps inside. 

You quickly dropped off the evidence and hurried to the breakout room. Greg was straight ahead of you at the back centre of the room as you entered. Slipping inside you stood by the door next to Sara.

“I’ve called you here because it looks like all of our cases are linked. Each of them are all linked with a potassium overdose or elevated levels in their stream. Y/N and I just got back from a scene where an older man, a professor and writer was found having a heart attack by his son and he saw a woman fleeing the scene but stayed to help his dad.”

Greg paused and looked around the room before continuing. “We need to find the link between these cases. We’ll all be working together from now on. I want the teams to review all evidence from now on. Finish whatever you were doing and come join Y/N and I with your evidence.”

The group split up and you were soon falling into step with Greg. You spread the evidence out across the table and began to upload the crime scene photos before joining Greg back at the table.

Nick was the first to join you. He placed a box of evidence down on the table and stood beside you. Sara and Grissom were quick on his heels with more boxes. Nick’s hand settled on the small of your back as he leaned forward and used his free hand to sift through some evidence.

Sara got to work looking through all of the crime scene photos and Catherine was soon coming into the room with armfull’s of paperwork.

The team worked effortlessly together. Looking through evidence and moving around the room smoothly, lending knowledge effectively and researching as appropriate.

You pulled out the picture strip found on Hallie and looked over the faces with her in the booth. “This face is familiar.” you showed Greg next to you.

He took the strip from your hands “That’s Shana. The first vic. The teacher.” He held up the strip to the room “We’ve found out first link. Find out how they know each other.”

Catherine took the strip from Greg “On it.”

People began to leave the room, finding new clues and going to research them Greg had to excuse himself to take a call but he was soon returning.

“Sara, Y/N.”

“Yep.”

“New Dead body for you both. Could be connected.”

The two of you were soon leaving. “I never thought something like this would be my first case in Vegas.” you admitted to Sara.

“Vegas is different.” Sara laughed “It’s thrown us all straight into the deep end.”

“You can say that again.” 

The scene was a small nicely furnished home. It wasn’t high end but not low end either. The surrounding houses were full of families. The victim was Tessa Spencer, a woman in her 30s found dead in her living room by her brother. Sara and you processed the scene swiftly.

“Do you have any idea who could have done this? Did she have any enemies?” Sara questioned Tessa’s brother, Julian.

“A lot of people liked her. She was a really good person.”

“I know but you really need to think for us. Is there anyone who would want to see her hurt?”

He sighed. “I know she had a disagreement with our cousin last week. She mentioned it over the phone. The two have never really got on. She’s definitely spiralled over the years.”

“Would you say your cousin is capable of murder?”

“Yeah. Most definitely. They were on trial a couple of years ago”

“Who?”

“Hannah West”

Sara’s head snapped to Julian “I beg your pardon.”

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Whining and Dining (Spencer Reid/F!Reader)

prSummary: Reader teases Spencer by sexting him during a team dinner. Chaos and smut ensues. 2.7k word count.

A/N: Hi! I got to write this for @thisgirl-knm​ for our discord’s fic swap. This was so much fun to write, and I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I loved writing it. 

CW: swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, penetrative sex

The dinner was one I had been looking forward to for a while now. We hardly ever got weekends off these days, what with the country seemingly crawling with killers. Rossi had planned a big evening at his house, fine dining a la David Rossi. So, there was pasta and wine to be had, and no shop talk allowed. It sounded like a blissful evening. There was only one problem. Spencer Reid had not touched me in weeks. It was understandable, as the team still didn’t know about us, and being on constant cases meant any time we got to go home we scrambled for our beds and passed out. But I was beginning to get impatient, and tonight I was determined.

“Y/n, are you ready?” Spencer calls from the living room, and I giggle to myself, turning to look in the mirror. I’m wearing his absolute favorite dress on me, paired with one of his blazers rolled to the elbows, the blazer resting just below the hemline of the dress. 

“I’m coming! Just needed to grab a jacket.” I toss a longer duster coat over my ensemble and pick up my purse and head towards him, and he smiles, a huge grin. 

“You’re wearing that dress.” He smirks a little and pulls me close to him, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Any particular reason?”

I laugh, not wanting him to see through me just yet. “Figured it was as good of an occasion as any. Are we still taking separate cars?” I reach up to grab my keys, and he grimaces but nods. He still hates driving.

“If that’s still okay with you. Less questions that way.” I know he’s right, but the feeling of hiding settles in my stomach like a rock. We both would never live it down, and the HR paperwork seems like a giant headache on top of all the other paperwork we’re drowning in. Not to mention the lectures, the seminars, it’s just a lot. 

“It’s fine, just double checking!” I lean up to kiss his cheek, and he opens the door, ushering me out.

The drive is innocuous, an easy half hour with Spencer following me out of the city. We’re the last ones to arrive, but I can easily blame that on traffic. After all, it’s DC. Pulling up, I marvel at the house before me. I swear it gets bigger each and every time I see it. I go in first, letting Spencer follow behind me a few moments later.

“Ah, she’s here! Benvenuta, darling!” I smile as Rossi opens the door and pulls me in for a hug, the smell of Scotch following him.

“Running a little late, aren’t we, y/n?” Morgan follows, his joking tone betraying his words. He reaches out and takes my jacket, hanging it on a coat rack to his left.

“You know how traffic out of the city gets.” I smile invitingly, making my way back towards JJ, Garcia, and Emily, taking a seat on the sofa beside them. “It is so good to see you outside of the bullpen.”

“Ah! No work talk.” Emily exclaims, handing me a glass of red wine. “We’re all here except Spencer. Where is he, anyways?” She muses, and I balk. Just as I’m about to make an excuse, the doorbell rings.

“Speak of the devil!” JJ laughs, and the greeting process begins again, with much less physical affection this time, save Garcia, who of course runs to hug him tightly. He’s learned to tolerate and maybe even enjoy her hugs over the years. 

For appearances sake, I call out a short, teasing, “What took you so long, Reid?” He shakes his head at me and just offers a simple excuse about getting caught behind a train out of the city. It works for the team, and we all chit chat for a while, nursing our drinks and pilfering Rossi’s precariously placed appetizers. Eventually, Rossi announces it’s time to move to the backyard for the main course, and small cheers fill the air. 

I make a quick excuse and step into the hall bathroom, pulling out my phone as the door clicks behind me. Opening up Spencer’s contact, I type out a small, teasing message.

‘Check your pocket.’

‘Y/n. What is this?’

‘You tell me.’

‘It seems to be your underwear, little girl.’ One seemingly quick second later, he follows it with another text. ‘You’re going to get us caught.’

‘Sounds like you should make sure we don’t, daddy.’ I slide my phone back in my blazer pocket and duck out of the bathroom, hurrying to join the others at the table. The only seat left is of course directly across from Spencer, seated in between Rossi and Emily. 

“Nice of you to join us, y/n.” Emily teases, and we all laugh. It’s nice to have a teasing moment between friends sometimes, and I intend to remind Spencer of that fully. After the attention leaves me, and focuses on Emily and JJ’s son, I pull out my phone and text him again.

‘You look distracted.’

‘I wonder why.’

‘Can I fix it, daddy?’

He sucks in a quick breath, choking on the water he’s drinking. He puts his phone back in his lap before glaring up at me briefly.

Morgan claps him on the shoulder. “You alright man?”

Spencer responds with a very obvious, “Yeah. I choked.” The team once again laughs it off and returns to their conversation, paying us no attention. 

‘You’re going to pay for that.’

I tune into the conversation then, purposefully ignoring the text, and pretend to not notice when the phone vibrates in my lap. Rossi is talking about his newest book, and I chime in with a quick, “Hey, we said no shop talk!” and Rossi relents, and Morgan brings up a subject change, something about Hank and Savannah.

I check my phone, and there are three messages waiting for me.

‘Are you ignoring me, little girl?’

‘That was a question.’

‘You’re in big trouble now.’ I stifle a giggle at that, and reach one leg across to him, slowly sliding my foot up his leg. 

‘Daddy, why? I’m innocent.’

‘Sure you are.’ He catches my foot and wraps one hand around my ankle, effectively stopping my teasing.

‘I am! You’re being mean.’

‘You’re about to see mean.’ He clears his throat and pretends to check the time. “It’s getting late, you guys. I should head out. It’s going to be an early morning for me.” He pushes his chair back and stands up, beginning to make his rounds. 

“Got some hot date, Reid?” I pipe up, laughing with Emily and JJ. What they don’t know will make for a funny joke someday.

He simply glares at me, offering Garcia her goodbye hug and makes his way back through the house. About thirty seconds later, my phone buzzes.

‘In 15 minutes, I’m going to call you. You’ll pretend it’s your neighbor, she’s been locked out and needs your help. Then you’ll meet me at my place. Understood?’

‘20 minutes.’

‘I said 15.’

‘Fine, daddy.’ I groan internally, knowing I’ve got a storm waiting for me back at his apartment. Good thing I’ve got tomorrow and Monday off, to heal the bruises he’s likely to leave on my ass.

Fifteen minutes later like clockwork, my phone starts to ring. I pick it up before anyone can see the caller ID.

“Hello?” I ask, as if I don’t know who it is.

“Remember what I said. I’m your neighbor, I got locked out.” I can hear his smirk through the phone, and it takes all I have not to huff. 

“Mary? You’ve been locked out? Yeah, of course, I’ll be on my way.” I hang up the phone before he can say anything else and extend a smiling apology to the team.

 “My neighbor got locked out. I need to go help her, I’ve got her spare.” The team is of course, smiling and accepting, and Emily comes to help me put on my coat and close the door behind me. 

“I thought your neighbor’s name was Beth.” Emily posits. I freeze, and turn to her with a smile.

“That’s what I said! Beth. My neighbor.” Emily smirks and pats me on the shoulder, laughing softly.

“Have fun with Spencer. Don’t worry, I won’t blow your cover.” She strides back towards the backyard and waves you off. All you can do is laugh, right? 

…

Emily takes a seat at the table, grins at Rossi and says, “You owe me 50 bucks.” 

Rossi groans. “Y/n admitted it? I thought it'd be the kid for sure.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a fifty, slapping it into Emily's outstretched hand while the team laughs.

...

The half hour drive home is nerve wracking and thrilling all at the same time. I wonder just how much trouble I’m in, or maybe he'll make it nice for me. He really won't be nice when he finds out Emily knows. 

I pull up to his apartment, nervously stealing the last on street parking in front. Guess his neighbors will have to walk. 

I make my way up to his door and shake off the nerves, settling back down into a bratty state. It's what he deserves, not paying me any attention. I bring a hand up to knock on his door, but he opens it before I can rap against the wood.

“Hello, little girl. You took quite a while.” He motions to grab my coat and ushers me in and closes the door. Even when he's angry, he's still a perfect gentleman.

“About that…Emily may have made a comment insinuating she knows that we are together.” The whole sentence comes out more like a squeak and he steps forward, pressing me against the door I just came through. 

“And who's fault is that?” His knee comes ip to rest in between my legs, the tiniest bit of attention under my skirt. He leans forward and starts to press kisses into my neck, leaving barely there traces of his tongue.

“I think we were both at fault there.” I snicker, craning my neck to give him better access.

“Oh? And who started the texting tonight?” One of his hands begins to snake down and trail back up my skirt, pulling me down on his thigh. “Because it wasn't me.” I whimper at the contact and he has the audacity to laugh at me.

“You could’ve s-stopped me.” I pull off his blazer, tossing it behind us and start to unbutton his shirt when he stops me.

He catches my chin and forces it up, looking into my eyes. “Did I give you permission?” 

“No.” Despite my words, my fingers keep up their work of undoing his shirt.

“Then stop, little girl.” His voice is a warning, low and quiet.

“Make me.” In one swift move he grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head, effectively stopping any motion I might've made. Except for the part where I could grind against his knee.

“Oh, you pitiful thing. So needy for me that you have to rub against my thigh for just a little bit of friction, hm?” He's laughing at me, but he's holding his thigh just where I can get myself off, and I’m refusing to hold back my moans. So be it if his neighbors know what he's into. 

“Please, daddy.” Being held up against the door, there's only so much I can do for myself. 

“Please what? What do you want?” His words are kind but his tone is mocking, and his smile gives him away. He's having fun with this, torturing me.

“Please, help me, let me ride you, something, daddy, please.” I've never felt more embarrassed that I’m so turned on by being denied like this, but anything this man does turns him into more of a sex god.

He takes the begging, releases me, and sits on the couch in the living room. It occurs to me then that his blinds are open, and I decide then I don't care. If the team knows, the whole city can know. I swing a leg over his lap, straddling his thigh and locking my fingers around his neck. 

His hands meet my hips and he pushes me down on his thigh, giving me more of that delicious pleasure. “Go on, little girl. Ride my thigh until you finish. But you better ask permission first.” 

I bite my lip and nod at him, uttering a soft and whiny, “Yes, Daddy.” I rock myself back and forth, loving this attention I’m so desperately craving. I feel the pressure build in my stomach and throw my head back, moaning loudly as it builds and builds. 

“Let me finish, please? Can I please?” The sentence hardly makes sense but luckily he's feeling nice, at least this time. 

“Go on, little girl. Be good for me.” And with his words, it sends me over the edge and he kisses me, threading his tongue through my mouth and silencing my screams of his name. 

“Oh, thank you, thank you.” The brat is wiped out of me at this point, too tired to keep of the façade that he doesn't own me.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head ever so slightly at me. “You made a mess, baby.” He pushes me off of his lap and motions for me to get his pants off, which I do, tossing them behind us. He makes quick work of my dress, seeing as how my underwear were already off and in his pocket from earlier. “Stand up.”

“Why?” I whine, slumping my head against the couch cushion. 

“Because I fucking said so.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up, all but throwing me over the side of the couch. 

He smooths over my ass, humming appreciatively. I feel his erection pressing up against me, and I arch my back and wiggle into him. 

“Oh so eager, my little girl.” He chuckles and traces a finger through my wetness, eliciting a louder moan than expected from him. “All this just from my thigh?” With no warning, he thrusts into me all at once. 

“Fuck! Daddy, you feel so fucking good.” I moan, the pleasure heightening my senses and making me feel all but drunk. One glass of wine at Rossi’s is nothing compared to Spencer's dick. 

He moves faster then, reaching a hand up to thread it through my hair and pull me back on to him with every thrust. 

“Little girl, you're so fucking tight. How are you always this tight?” He groans through clenched teeth, fucking me with an unfair but so rhythmic thrusts of his hips. He knew how to build me back up again and it showed.

“Please, just use me, Daddy.” I choke out, every muscle in my body preparing for my impending orgasm. 

“Oh, I plan to, sweet little girl. You teased me all fucking night, from the time we left to your silly little texts.” He reaches one hand down and finds my clit, rubbing circles and bringing me to the brink of orgasm for him. “You gonna come for me, baby?” He pants, drawing near to his finish. It had been two months, after all. 

Almost as if on cue, my release found its way out of my body and I came around him with a loud cry of his name. He yanks my hair and buries himself into me, filling me with his simple warmth.

He collapses on top of me momentarily, before drawing out of me with a hiss and falling onto the couch. 

I giggle and stand up, stretching my tired muscles. “Did you have fun, Daddy?” 

“Always do with you.” He smiles, and I lean down to kiss him deeply.

“I love you.” I say, and he pulls me onto his lap. He presses another kiss against my forehead.

“I love you too. I guess Tuesday will be so much fun, huh?” I groan, thinking about the implications of the team knowing.

“Yeah. But you're worth it.” I laugh softly, and wrap my arms around his neck. 

“You mean that?” I say brightly, batting my eyelashes at him dramatically. 

He chuckles and says, “Always.” 

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Fluff oh your jealous

Misc I think I just ripped my pants

Do your best bestie 😘

Thanks for prompting these bestie! <3

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Fluff #5: “OH you’re jealous!”

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You're my best friend

Ever since they moved into their apartment, Ian’s been making friends with others who live in the same building as them. Whether it’s at the gym or at the pool, he even made one in the laundry room, Ian is collecting new friends. Mickey’s happy that his husband has found other people to spend time with. What he doesn’t really like is being forced to also hang out with these people. There are just some he does not want to have to fake being nice to. The couple he met when they first got there and Mickey had what Ian now calls the pool tantrum like he’s fucking six years old and was told he had to stop playing in the pool. Mickey doesn’t remember their names but they definitely don’t care that they don’t see Mickey and only hang out with Ian. There’s also the lesbian couple that live right above them that Mickey doesn’t like either. They’re so boring, unlike any lesbian couple he’s ever seen - which is only Debbie and whatever girl of the week she’s seeing. They like to debate a lot and Mickey just can’t deal with it.

Tonight though, they’re having over this gay couple who live a few doors down. Ian met one of them by the pool - shocker - and has been hanging out with them quite a bit. They also like to garden so they go to the market together a lot and do yoga and all that boujee ass shit Mickey hates doing but does because Ian asks him to. Now Ian’s got a friend to do that with so Mickey agreed to a double date or whatever the fuck this is so that he could meet his husband’s new friend and his husband. Ian hasn’t met the husband yet either but he’s heard a lot about him from his friend and has filled Mickey in. Well, Mickey’s only half listening.

There’s a knock on the door so Ian calls from the kitchen, “Mick, get that please!”

Mickey groans as he gets up, taking his beer with him and chugging down the rest as he goes, leaving the empty can on the table. He opens the door and sees two guys. “Hey,” he nods his head to them. “Uh, come in.” He steps aside, letting them both in before closing the door.

“You must be Mickey! I’m David,” the tall, darked haired man says. “I’m the one who keeps stealing your husband away,” he adds with a laugh.

“Nice to meet you,” he says because he doesn’t know what else to say and isn’t that what polite people do?

“And this is my husband, Patrick,” he says as he rubs the slightly shorter man’s broad shoulders. He has light brown hair that’s just starting to show is curly and he has these hazel eyes that look so soft.

Patrick smiles, offering his hand to Mickey. Mickey shakes it as Patrick says, “It’s nice to meet you, Mickey.”

“Yeah, you too,” he says, noticing how strong the man’s shake is.

Just then Ian comes out of the kitchen, no longer wearing that super girly apron Debbie bought them as a gag housewarming gift. He has a grin on as he makes his way over. “David!” he says walking over and hugging him. David squeezes back, eyes shutting, and his big hands rub at his back. He has four gold bands on his left hand. Fancy.

Ian gets introduced to Patrick and Mickey wanders off, taking his empty beer to the kitchen and tossing the can in the recycling. “Can I get anybody a drink?” he calls out.

“I brought a red!” David says as Mickey pokes his head out to look, seeing Patrick holding a bottle in his right hand. “Honey, go help Mickey,” he hears David tell his husband, again rubbing his shoulder. Patrick smiles at him, kisses his lips once before excusing himself and heading for the kitchen.

They nod at each other when he joins him in the kitchen. Mickey gets three glasses out for Patrick to pour them wine, as Mickey grabs another beer for himself. “Not a wine drinker?” Patrick asks, nodding to the can Mickey cracks open.

“Nah, not really,” he tells him.

“Me neither,” Patrick admits with a small chuckle.

Mickey opens the fridge and grabs another can. “Beer?” he asks him.

Patrick nods so he hands it to him. “Thanks,” Patrick says. He puts the can down, pours their husband’s a glass of wine and they each grab one and their own beers before rejoining.

David and Ian are already sitting on the sofa chatting and Ian throws his head back laughing. Mickey’s never seen Ian laugh like that in front of anyone but him and his family. He hands Ian the wine glass before sitting on the chair near him.

They do the obligatory small talk - how did you meet, how long have you been married, how long have you been together, what do you do for work. Stuff that they probably already know if Ian told David already but from their curious expressions and interest in their answers, it doesn’t seem like Ian’s gotten into much detail, not like they are now.

-

Ian made lasagna because apparently it’s Patrick’s favorite and always asks David to make it. It was really good. Ian and David go out on the balcony, leaving the screen door open only so that they could still hear them if need be. Mickey sits on the sofa with Patrick, scrolling through the channels. They both have fresh beers and Mickey finds a baseball game on so he puts that.

“You a fan?” Patrick asks, nodding to the screen.

Mickey shrugs. “Yeah, I mean I’ve never really kept up all that much. Didn’t really have a normal childhood but um, when Ian and I started dating or whatever, we used to sneak into games all the time. We were like seventeen - or well, I was, he was like fifteen or sixteen.”

Patrick has a soft smile on his face which reminds Mickey a lot of Ian, and that soft smile he gets sometimes when he looks at him. “That’s really sweet that you’ve been together for that long.”

“Had a lot of breakups and setbacks on the way,” Mickey tells him.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yeah,” Mickey smiles before rubbing at his mouth with his thumb. He clears his throat. “You a fan?”

“Oh huge fan. Used to play for my school’s team. Could have gone pro,” Patrick tells him.

“No shit,” Mickey says. “Why didn’t you?”

“Life,” he shrugs. “Responsibilities. Thoughts about what I should be instead of what I was.”

“I hear that,” Mickey says before knocking his can into Patrick’s.

-

Mickey likes Patrick. He’s not annoying. He likes sports but not obnoxiously so. He’s only come to terms with his sexuality late in life, something he can relate to. He likes math. He has a sense of humor. He likes beer. So far, this is one person in his building that he doesn’t hate.

Ian and David finally come back inside and Mickey’s laughing at Patrick’s reaction to a call made in the game. “Dude, you’re fuckin’ dramatic,” Mickey tells him.

“Pah!” Patrick makes an offended noise. “I definitely am not the dramatic one in my relationship.”

“Excuse me? What did I just walk into?” David asks, eyebrows drawn and mouth hard.

“Nothing,” Patrick tells him, pulling him down to him so he can kiss him on the lips.

David kisses him back and when he pulls away and stands back upright he says, “Mhm, sure.”

“What were you laughing about?” Ian asks as he sits in the chair next to Mickey, kicking at his foot lightly.

“Nothin’,” Mickey tells him and turns to wink at Patrick, making them both laugh and leaving their husbands confused.

“Okay, this isn’t fun for us,” David says, getting up. “More wine, Ian?”

“I’m gonna take a beer,” Ian says as he gets up, following David to the kitchen. They come back to join their husbands - Patrick now in the middle of the sofa in between David and Mickey, and Ian left to the chair next to Mickey’s side of the sofa.

Mickey finishes off his beer so he gets up, tosses it and grabs a new one before heading to their room to grab his smokes and lighter. “Either of you smoke?” he asks the new couple as he passes through the living room.

“No,” they both say.

Mickey shrugs. He’s about to light one when Ian says, “Let’s go outside for one, Mick,” getting up from his seat. “You guys don’t mind?”

“No, no, go for it,” David shoos them away so Ian and Mickey step outside on their balcony, closing the full door behind them so the smoke doesn’t go inside.

“Our fuckin’ house, could have let me smoke inside,” Mickey grumbles as he lights his smoke now, leaning against the railing and looking out over the pool.

“Would have been rude, Mick, they don’t smoke,” Ian sighs, coming next to him, close enough that their elbows are touching against the railing where they rest their arms.

“Whatever,” Mickey says through a lungful of smoke. “They’re cool,” he adds after a few quiet beats.

“Yeah?” Ian smiles, looking at his husband.

Mickey shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, Patrick is. I don’t know much about David,” he tells him.

“Ah,” Ian notes, nodding his head and turning back to face the pool again.

“What’s wrong?” Mickey asks after a minute.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not.”

“Are to. You got all quiet and you don’t usually unless you’re annoyed so just tell me what it is,” Mickey tells him. He knows Ian better than he knows himself most days.

“I don’t know - you just got like really chummy in there. I don’t know, it’s dumb,” Ian rushes to say.

“OH you’re jealous!” Mickey says, connecting the dots.

“What!?” Ian asks in that dramatic way he does. “Why would I be jealous? He’s married. We’re married.”

“You’re so jealous,” Mickey teases. He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray Ian bought so Mickey stops tossing cigarette butts out towards the pool and getting them in trouble.

“Mickey,” Ian warns.

“Are you jealous because I like him or because he likes me?”

“Both?” Ian asks with a small smile on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Mickey laughs as Ian wraps his arms around Mickey’s shoulders and leans down, kissing him softly on the lips. Mickey holds onto Ian, pulling him in closer and sliding his tongue into his husbands mouth, showing him why he has no reason to be jealous.

There’s loud knocking on the door before it slides open. “Oh my God, we can totally leave if you two need to you know,” David says before he does some weird winking/blinking face.

Mickey knows he turns beet red, he can feel it. Ian laughs and tells David to fuck off for a second before turning back to Mickey. “Finishing this later,” he whispers. Ian winks at him before heading back inside. Mickey stays out there for another smoke, needing it after that.

-

Cuddled up and ready to pass the fuck out, Mickey lays on his back, naked, with Ian half on top of him. Mickey’s eyes are closed, waiting for sleep to come as he listens to Ian breathing, his soft, warm breath hitting his chest, and his gentle fingers tracing his name tattooed on Mickey’s chest.

“You asleep?” Ian whispers.

“Not yet,” he whispers back, turning his head slightly, Ian’s soft hair tickling his nose.

Ian lifts his head so that his chin is now digging into Mickey’s chest. He looks at him, barely any light illuminating his face, and says, “So you liked them right? Did we finally make couple friends that we can hang out with?”

Mickey chuckles softly, shaking Ian’s head since he’s still resting it on him. “They’re definitely better than anyone else you’ve made me meet but -”

Ian waits and when Mickey doesn’t continue he asks, “But what?”

Mickey sighs, shifting slightly. “I just don’t care about any of these people. I like when it’s just us.”

“Awww, Mick,” Ian coos, snuggling closer by shoving his face into his neck and kissing him all over.

“Okay, okay, okay, stop, Ian,” Mickey warns as he feels like he’s going to lose it soon, getting ticklish.

“That was so fuckin’ cute,” Ian says after he pulls back, giving Mickey some personal space.

“Not cute,” Mickey grumbles.

“You are. You want me all to yourself,” Ian says and even though Mickey can’t see it, he knows Ian has a huge fuckin’ grin on his face.

“Yeah so I actually like my husband and spending time with him, sue me,” Mickey says, making Ian laugh.

Ian tilts Mickey’s head towards him and kisses him softly. He only catches Mickey’s top lip but with some adjusting, they kiss sweetly and so filled with love. “I love you, Mickey. You’re my best friend and I love spending all my time with you,” he tells him softly.

“Okay well then I guess sometimes we can hang out with them again. Not every fuckin’ week though.”

“Deal,” Ian says before kissing his cheek loudly then getting back into position with his head on Mickey’s chest and fingers lightly tracing his tattoo.

Mickey holds him close, kissing the top of his head. “Night baby,” he whispers against his hair.

Ian kisses his chest, “Night baby.”

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figure it out.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: this has been in my wips for literal months as i’ve done my best to get it just right for yall. i hope you enjoy it, and tell me what you think! There’s an addendum to this one, and i’m already working on it, but we’ll see a few more things before that’s ready :)

words: 3.5k warnings: sex mention, sex implication, language

summary: “love is like a backache. it doesn’t show up on an x-ray, but you know it’s there.” - george burns. au!january 2012. 

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You roll over in bed when your alarm goes off, but you don’t get very far. Aaron throws an arm over you and pulls you back to him with a grumble. 

You huff a laugh and wiggle up against him. It’s all a tease and you both know it - there isn’t any time to get up to anything fun before work, but it’s far too entertaining to rile him up.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His voice escapes his lips between your shoulder blades and you can feel his smile. 

“Oh, trust me, babe. I can finish.” 

He hums, his smile breaking out into something real. “I noticed.” 

+++

When the two of you finally make it out of bed (surprisingly still on time), you grab one of Aaron’s scarves and a hat on your way out. It’s your turn to drop Jack at school today on your way into the office, and the task serves two purposes. 

The first? It’s nice to spend time with Jack, just the two of you, when it’s your turn and you’re not on a case. It’s the same for Aaron, who always leaves a little earlier so he and Jack can sit down somewhere and have breakfast together.

The second is pure logistics. You two can’t show up to work in the same car at the same time, so a convenient excuse to separate and stagger your arrivals is welcome. 

“Really?” 

Aaron’s question stops you at the threshold and you look over your shoulder “What?” 

“My hat? My scarf?” 

It’s almost too tempting to cave when he’s looking at you like that - his tie hanging around his neck, shirt untucked, arms crossed, and playful frown hiding a smile. 

“Yeah. It’s warm and it’s here and we’re late.” 

Jack squints up at you and says, “We’re not late.”

“You’re not late.”

The observations come within split seconds of each other and you laugh. 

“Fine. Not late, but warm. And you have more hats.” You scamper back into the house to plant a kiss on his lips, smoothing the hair at his temples. 

Jack’s laughter is the underscore to your next quip. “You’re very handsome and I’m sure you’re very smart so you can figure it out.” 

“Yeah, Dad,” Jack chirps. “Figure it out.”

He has nothing to say to your retreating forms as he catches a glimpse of your smile through the crack in the closing door.

+++

Emily and Spencer are away at a conference-book-signing thing, so it’s just the five of you and Penelope this morning. You’d normally figure that would be Rossi’s purview, but apparently - 

“My book-signing days have been put on hold indefinitely in favor of -”

“ - He’s back.” Garcia interrupts, tossing case files at all of you. The conversation is cut short and you suppress a smile. “The Marin headlands last night.” 

You can see Aaron’s lips pull as well. 

It’s the little things. 

Penelope gestures with the notes and crime scene photos appear on the screen. “David Atley and Nicole Puli, both 24, both grad students at Berkeley, shot multiple times in their vehicle-- wait for it--” She clicks again and a familiar sigil appears. 

“The Zodiac?” Morgan’s shock is almost sardonic in its delivery. 

Rossi snorts. “No way.”

“Come on,” Derek says, amused, while JJ chimes in as well. 

 “It's gotta be the 2.0 version.”

While neither of you speak, you share a glance with Aaron. You’re kidding. 

He only raises his eyebrows for a split second and shrugs. 

There’s some part of you a little paranoid that you’re the most obvious couple to exist in the history of the universe. Sure, the team has been teasing you about your friendship for years, the will-the-won’t-they of it all, but now that it’s real you’re almost terrified that they know everything. 

Thus, the overcompensation has been wretched. You and Aaron barely look at each other in the field if you can help it (which you usually can’t) and he tends to put you with Derek more often than not. 

In truth, the others have noticed, but are far too interested in the spectacle to say anything. Emily’s almost certain the two of you have slept together, and Dave may or may not have suggested the possibility of a secret marriage during your period of suspension. 

However far-fetched and ridiculous their theories, they know you two well enough to know that something happened. The tension is gone. 

Derek almost finds himself missing the tension. There hasn’t been much to tease you about lately in its absence. 

“Yeah, you would think so, except for the crazy similarities in the MO.” Penelope clicks through the photos as she talks. 

“I'm talking same victimology, same geography. And,” she adds. “Two souvenirs were left at the crime scene.” She clicks once more and stands back for the full effect. 

“He left a photo?” Rossi asks.

She hums in the affirmative. “Local police say that is Marcia Miller. She was found near Napa in 1971. Strongly suspected that she was a victim of the Zodiac, but police never confirmed it and they didn't publicize the case.” 

Morgan’s still squinting at the screen. “So the Zodiac took this photo at the killing and then saved it all these years?”

“The Zodiac's last confirmed victim was the cabdriver Paul Stine,” Dave notes devolving into a conversation about The Zodiac, his timeline, his signature. 

It’s nothing new - The Zodiac Killer’s case details are common knowledge in your line of work, nevermind the sheer number of copycats that try their hand at the highly-ritualistic murders before inevitably getting arrested. 

There’s a reason this guy hasn’t been caught in forty years. 

After a few minutes of bouncing between you all, Hotch pushes back from the table and stands. “Have Reid and Prentiss meet us in San Francisco. Wheels up in 30.”

He heads straight to his office to collect his things and you swing in by the tips of your fingers for just a second. “You wanna call Jess or do you want me to?” 

In the middle of throwing files in his briefcase, he doesn’t look up when he answers. “Can you, please? I was supposed to meet with Strauss this afternoon and need to stop by her office before wheels up.” 

You smile at him, tapping the door frame twice. “You got it.” 

+++

It’s boots on the ground right away when you land in San Francisco. You drive to the crime scene with Aaron in the passenger seat beside you and JJ in the back. The radio’s on, and you sing under your breath, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel as you make your way up to the crime scene. 

Before you get to the local FBI agents, JJ catches you by the sleeve. “It’s nice to have music in the car again.” 

You just smile at her. Aaron looks a little puzzled. 

The three of you wipe the looks off your faces by the time you get to Agent Lynn. 

+++

“What did JJ mean?” Aaron asks you. 

The two of you are alone for the time being, posted up in the conference room with the old Zodiac case files. You look up. “Hmm?” 

“What did she mean when she mentioned the music earlier?” 

“Oh.” A little flush of embarrassment shoots down your gut. “Derek pointed out to me last summer that I didn’t play any music in the car.” 

...while you were gone is the thing you don’t say, but he knows that’s what you mean. 

“I didn’t really notice.” You shrug to cover your fib. “I guess I’ve reacquainted myself with the radio in the last couple of weeks.” 

Aaron hums, returning to his work. Something’s off, but you’re sure it’ll come up later. 

+++

“You don’t think it’s really him, do you?” You ask, unbuttoning your shirt and throwing your pajamas on. 

Surprisingly, this case seems to be one of those that allows for sleep at regular hours. For that, you’re grateful. It’s much harder to find time to wind down with Aaron at the end of the day when you’re all forced to sleep in shifts. 

Aaron shakes his head, “No, I think Reid’s right. We’re looking at a particularly sophisticated copycat.” 

“Isn’t that kind of worse?” Hopping up on your bed, you curl up and look at him over your nose - a clear invitation to join you. 

With a huff down his nose and a little smile, he flops down beside you and props his chin on his arms over your belly. “Could be. Luckily, we have Reid.” 

You almost think he’s going to say something else, but he gets that pensive look on his face again. 

“What?” 

With a sigh, he says, “I’m just thinking about what JJ said.” 

“Oh, Aaron -” 

He doesn’t let you finish. It’s probably a good thing. You didn’t know what you wanted to say anyway. 

“I knew how hard it was on me, but I’m realizing more and more how hard it was on you, too.” He shakes his head. “I feel ...I don’t know. I feel like I should have known better… or something.” 

Winding your fingers in his hair, you sit in silence for a moment. He doesn’t have anything more to say and eventually he crawls up your body and settles in under your arm, his head on your chest and legs wound between yours.

Sometimes, you’ve found, he likes to feel small.  

“You’re safe and you’re home. That’s what matters.” You kiss the top of his head. “And I love you.” 

He hums, arcing into your touch and wrapping an arm around your waist. “I love you.” 

+++

You spend much of the next day chasing Spencer around the city, keeping notes handy (for yourself, not for him - he doesn't need them) and reporting back on his discoveries to the team like some kind of overwrought and hyper-trained secretary. 

Stepping off to the side, you answer a call from Aaron. 

“Hit your limit yet?” 

You look over at Spencer, who’s flipping through a newspaper like a man on a mission. “It’s actually kind of entertaining.” 

And that’s actually true. Watching Spencer push the limits of his intelligence is always a treat - it happens so rarely you almost forget how much you enjoy it every time. 

He huffs into the phone. “Hang in there. We’ll all meet back at the precinct once Reid’s done -”

“Doing magic?” 

“Exactly. Keep me posted.” There’s a pause. It’s an odd little habit you two developed in the field to leave space for the words you can’t say in front of the others. 

I love you.

“Me too.” 

+++

You’re almost asleep when a sliver of yellow light shoots across your room, promptly disappearing as the door to the hallway closes. 

He pads across the room and slips under the covers. “Hi.” 

A little smile crosses your face as you roll over to face him. “Hi.”

Before you can say anything else, his hands are on you and he’s half on top of you as he captures your lips. 

Needless to say, the lack of sleep is worth it. 

+++

Emily, long after she and Aaron are the only ones left in the precinct conference room, squints as she notices something right under his collar. 

He’s already loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt, no longer standing on ceremony now that all the local police have retired and the rest of the team gone up to their hotel rooms. There’s not much to do, but the compulsion to get ahead for tomorrow is one neither one of them can shake. 

What Aaron failed to remember when executing his wardrobe adjustment was the rather...spirited romp in your room the night prior. The little purple swatches painted on his skin just under the line of his collar stood out stark against the crisp lines of his dress shirt. 

Fortunately for you, there was no way in hell the rest of the team would find anything he left on you last night. 

Emily reaches into her purse and pulls out a tube of concealer and a powder compact. Though he’s more olive-toned than she is, it’ll be good enough in a pinch. “Hey, Hotch.” 

He looks at her over his nose, his eyes tired. 

“You might want this for tomorrow morning.” She pushes the crisis control kit across the table to him, but he only frowns and deepens his squint. 

By way of explanation, she reaches across the table and presses the tip of her finger into one of the visible bruises in the hollow of his throat. He flinches, freezes, and then immediately drops his head into his hands. 

It’s easy to say Emily is amused in the extreme. “Those look...really fresh.” 

He shakes his head, insisting as he picks up a file at random, “They’re from before we left.” 

It’s only because it’s Emily that he’s even humoring this conversation. 

“No they’re not.” She sticks her tongue firmly in her cheek. “These ones are though.” She points at yellowing marks on his collarbone and he smacks her hands away. 

“And I know what fresh hickies look like, Hotch. Those are fresh fresh. Like, last night fresh. And we’ve been here for four days.” She frowns, tracking back through the day. “When on earth would you have time to -” 

A series of images flash through her head, random wayward connections flashing together in an alarmingly clear picture.

You, avoiding her at the office back in September with quickly-covered marks painted across your neck.

You, flirting with Sean and having way too much fun doing it, looking over his shoulder at ...someone else.

Hotch, in a perpetually good mood (for him, anyway, and despite looking ill-slept) for the last five months. 

The way the mistletoe kiss at Dave’s Christmas party looked way too easy, too familiar. 

And now, the obvious indicators that Hotch is not only getting it, he’s getting it good. 

If he got those last night…

Wait. 

Their hotel rooms are right next to …

Oh my God. 

Hotch watches the realization flash across Emily’s face, and he knows you’re both busted. Instead of losing her shit like he expected, Emily just leans back in her chair - smug. 

“So. Are you still Not the Boyfriend, or has there been an update?”

He sighs. 

The corner of her mouth tips up. “How long?”

“For which part? The not-boyfriend part, the boyfriend part, or this part?” He gestures vaguely to the space behind his tie, and Emily snorts. 

“Just spill it.” 

Holding up a finger, he pulls his phone out of his pocket, dialing the first number on his speed dial. 

You’re hardly asleep, sitting up in bed waiting for him with a case file in your lap, when you get the call. You’re not sure who’s listening, so a “Hey, Hotch. What’s up?” will have to do. 

“Emily knows.” 

You straighten. “How?”

“Doesn’t matter. She knows.” 

There’s a scramble, and suddenly Emily’s on the other end of the phone. “He’s got very questionable and very fresh bruises just under his collar. Care to explain?”

There’s another shuffle. 

“Ignore her,” Aaron says. With a hand pressed to your forehead, you understand the question implicit in his phone call. 

“Just tell her. It’s basically her fault, anyways. If she hadn’t ditched it then we’d have our heads up our asses for another five years.”

“Alright,” then, after a second of realizing you don’t sound sleepy at all, “Go to bed.”

“I’m in bed.” 

He rolls his eyes. Emily can only look on with amusement, gleeful in the extreme. “You know that’s not what I mean. Go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright. Fine.” You reluctantly close the casefile and put him on speaker so he can hear the light click off. “I’m going to sleep.” Then, “I love you. Come up soon.”

“Okay.” He shoots a glance at Emily. Because he’ll never hear the end of it anyway, more ammo won’t hurt at this point. “I love you too. Now, really. Go to slee -”

You hang up on him. He double-takes at his phone for a moment before shoving it back in his pocket. 

He’s met with Emily’s surprisingly moved eyes. “You’re...okay.”

What she means is, You’re happy. 

He knows. 

He nods. “I’m okay.”

She puts her files down and leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers. “Tell me.” 

So, he does. 

He tells her about the way you stuck to him like glue through the divorce, the way you wiggled your way into Haley’s heart, captured the love of his son, and earned the trust of his entire family. 

He tells her what Haley said in the hospital, the tenacious care you showed his unyielding and unwilling ass when he was healing, the way your grief soothed his in the wake of Haley’s loss. 

He tells her about the moments of euphoria in the years of want and doubt and fear. 

He tells Emily about the day she died, how there was nothing more painful than that necessary lie. He tells her how easy it was to lie to the others, how it ripped him in half to lie to you. 

He tells her about the day he left for Pakistan, about the fight the night before, the kiss he pressed to your cheek on the tarmac, the endless, wretched nights missing you in the desert. 

He tells her about the fight when he finally came home, skims over the following days, jumps and meanders around to Christmas, to moving in, to the bliss that now seems to follow him wherever he goes. 

Emily watches the smile that plays at his mouth when he talks about you, the softness in his eyes as recalls the look on your face and the words you said and the way you are with Jack. There’s a kind of peace in him that she’s never really seen before. 

Maybe, she imagines, it was there before she met him (the second time). Maybe this peace existed with Haley. Maybe this is the most she’s ever heard him speak at once. Maybe it makes her smile. 

Maybe this peace is what his love looks like. 

If that’s the case, she thinks, you are very lucky indeed. 

It could have been hours, it could have been minutes, but at some point he stops talking. 

“Hotch?” 

He looks over at her, the softness lingering in his eyes. 

“I’m really happy for you.” 

His lips twitch. “Thanks.” 

“And you know it’s my God-given right to tell everyone else once this case is over, right?”

+++

You actually are asleep by the time Aaron gets back to the hotel. He leans against the wall in the dark with his hands in his pockets, enjoying the peace before the inevitable shitshow. 

He crosses the room and crouches at your side, running the back of his fingers over your cheek. You stir, sleepy noises leaving your throat as your eyes crack open. 

“Aaron?”

“Yeah. Just me.” 

You smile a little and close your eyes again. “How’d she take it?”

“Remarkably well.” He kisses your forehead. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“No,” you whine, drawn-out and slurred. “Don’t leave. Stay. I set an alarm.”

With a resigned sigh, he strips and slides into bed behind you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you close. 

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You and Aaron sit on proverbial pins and needles for the rest of the case, but Emily keeps her word. The only indication of her knowledge came the morning after her chat with Aaron, when she pulled you to her and hugged you so tight you could hardly breathe. 

She seizes her moment on the plane, about halfway home. 

“Derek, you owe me fifty bucks.” 

She hardly looks up from her book as she speaks. 

He takes off his headphones and wrinkles his brow. “What?”

She repeats herself, slower, as if she was speaking to a child. “You. Owe. Me. Fifty. Bucks.”

“...Why?” 

Emily finally looks up from her book to pointedly stare at you and Aaron, seated next to each other and sharing a bag of Goldfish you stole from Jack’s snack drawer. You’re both reading from the same file, absently reaching for crackers as you go along. 

Derek’s confusion continues to smother his face until it finally clicks in. 

He steals a page from Reid’s notebook and balls it up, tossing it across the plane and breaking your concentration. You look up, only a little startled, to find a face-splitting grin blinding you across the cabin.

Derek’s small ruckus has drawn the attention of the rest of the team - well, all except JJ, who’s fast asleep on the couch. 

There seems to be a collective sigh of relief as money exchanges hands. You’re not quite sure what the bet was, but Emily seems to have won handily. 

Aaron takes your hand under the table, waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

It doesn’t. 

Everyone simply returns to their tasks, little smiles on their faces. 

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