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kenanda · 3 years

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It was hard to decide but... 101 for smut prompt please? 👁️ (do I need to write lonelyeyes or is it default?)

Prompt: 101 - “you’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

Eye, you absolute genius! Thank you for the prompt and for the beta read! I hope this is to your liking; I certainly had a grand old time writing this piece!

Disclaimer: These characters AREN’T mine. They belong to Rusty Quill’s The Magnus Archives.

Warning: This work ISN’T SUITABLE for minors. It’s a NSFW piece of slash fiction. Therefore, if you’re a minor or in any way squicked by what’s in the tags, DO NOT READ!

WORTH THE WAIT Words: 2,9k Pairing: LonelyEyes; Jonah!Elias / Peter Lukas Rating: EXPLICIT Tags: established relationship, University!AU, Young!LonelyEyes, unrequited crush, drinking, rimming, handjob, exhibitionism, mild dirty talk, rutting, fingering, touch averse!Peter, Slut-&-Proud! Elias, prompt fill

FILTHY LONELYEYES BELOW THE CUT, MY BELOVED!!!!!

WORTH THE WAIT

There has to be some sort of cosmic joke at play for Elias to develop a crush on someone from his uni class and that said someone happens to be Peter Lukas.

Because you see, as likeable and polite as Peter is, there’s something about the guy that keeps people at a distance. Try as he might, Elias never seems able to bridge that gap, much less make it understood that he wants Peter as more than a colleague or a friend.

It has occurred to him that Peter may not be interested in romance or sex at all. The first seems more feasible; the latter, not so much. Elias is always keeping an eye on Peter (perks of living across the hall from one another) and has seen him bring people to his room on more than one occasion.

Not often, no, but enough to make Elias wonder — about Peter, about those people, and what they could be doing together just across the hall. It takes Elias a while to fall asleep on those nights.

In class, Peter sits next to him and makes light conversation, but it never goes beyond that. Elias is annoyed that Peter doesn't seem to have any interest in him, especially when Elias is handsome, manly, and has an ass that looks great in joggers — which he makes a point to always wear to their study sessions.

If anything, Elias is patient. If he has to keep wearing joggers and asking Peter out with hopes that he will one day finally say yes, then so be it. Though that isn’t to say Elias will breeze through his trials with a smile on his face: by the end of another month of repeatedly getting turned down, Elias is snapping even at his mates.

It's surprising that this mood is what causes Peter to initiate conversation that’s not about class.

"Something bothering you?"

Elias blinks a few times because he isn't sure he heard it right.

"A few things, yeah."

"I've got something for that in my room. Come by tonight if you want. Will help you relax a bit."

Elias hopes that it isn't too evident that he’s essentially dancing in his seat from then on. Talk about a mood change: one could even call him cheery.

When night comes and the halls are quiet, Elias showers with such intent that his skin becomes red; he scrubs every nook and cranny, but doesn't apply perfume. He knows that Peter doesn't like it.

Elias puts on something easy to remove: grey joggers, a sweatshirt and nothing else. At least he can pull the sweatshirt down and hide the fact that he's half hard (he’s been on the very edge of horny from the moment Peter asked him out).

He never considers the possibility that Peter might have meant anything other than sex. When he gets there, Elias is hit in the chest with the sight of a cramped room. Four people are there besides Peter, sharing a now half empty bottle of vodka.

Elias' mood sours.

"There's the man! Mr. Bouchard! Took you long enough mate, thought you weren't coming," chimes Tim, a chipper guy from their class that Elias has no idea why Peter is even friends with.

Elias does his best to smile. "Yeah, I overslept a bit."

They welcome him inside with friendly pats on the back. Peter eyes him curiously, but doesn't say anything.

Elias wants to storm off and find better things to do with his joggers clad ass. But he's here already, isn't he? One doesn’t always get a chance to drink expensive vodka.

It doesn’t take the six of them long to finish the bottle. When midnight rolls around, Elias has had time to allow his alcohol addled thoughts to simmer. He can't believe he had hoped today would finally be it. Look at him now! This is so humiliating that he almost feels exposed, knowing that only a flimsy piece of fabric keeps him from being butt naked among these guys.

"Right," Tim says at some point. "I've got an assignment due tomorrow that I need to finish up."

“You mean due today,” Peter points out, and the others laugh. Elias rolls his eyes.

Tim’s departure is their cue to go as well, but Elias stays behind (perhaps due to some remaining fool’s hope). He knocks back whatever vodka is left in his cup and puts it aside, savoring defeat. He stands up.

"Well, I don't suppose you have another bottle hiding somewhere, so I guess I'll be going too."

Peter smiles. "I don't, but I don't believe that would help you."

"What do you mean?"

Peter scoots to the edge of the bed.

"I'm just saying you look as constipated now as when you first came in."

Elias can't help but laugh, and Peter’s grin widens.

"You have yourself to thank for that."

"Oh? What did I do?"

Should Elias tell him? Should he really dig a deeper hole for himself? Well, fuck it, he’s here already. And to make it worse, he is just on this side of drunk.

"Better yet, what you didn't do. Are you daft or what?! I thought I've been quite clear up until now. 'Something to help you relax'. Bullshit. You're full of bullshit, Lukas."

Peter's frown only lasts a second before realisation hits him, followed by the same old amusement. If Elias didn't spend most of his time wanting to blow the guy, he would've punched Peter in the throat.

"Oh god..." Peter says.

Elias clenches his jaw and juts out his chin. "Took you long enough," he spits out, but Peter's caught up on something else.

"You're not- You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"

Elias does his best not to wobble, but the wave of dizziness that hits him is real; his stomach sinks. He had somehow forgotten that fact.

"What if I’m not?!" He growls defensively. Why should he be the one to feel embarrassed when Peter was literally an oaf? "Hell, I'm out of here."

"Hold on," Peter calls, because Elias essentially bolts for the door. Elias pauses with a hand on the handle.

Peter sighs audibly.

"I figured. I mean, I had a pretty good guess when you kept showing up all commando, but I thought 'hey maybe the guy needs more room down there',” he snickers.

"Fuck you, Lukas."

"Sorry. I know."

What he says next is something Elias never thought he'd hear.

"Let me make it up to you."

Elias turns around with both arms crossed. Peter beckons him closer with a no-nonsense look.

Elias goes. Apparently, he's just that stupid for this man. He doesn't know what it is about this Lukas guy that has him betraying every single one of his self-preservation rules, but he finds himself breaking them more often than not. Maybe it's that gentle voice that Peter never raises, or the sharp wits and strong build. Perhaps it's the fact that even after a year, Elias hasn't managed to learn any more about him than that.

Peter is a mystery, and Elias is nothing if not curious.

Elias stands in front of Peter, who leans back a little in bed.

"Hell, you are pretty to look at."

Elias only raises his eyebrows. As if he didn't know.

"Come on. A man has to play safe."

"Don't bore me with politics, that's your family’s business."

Though, if he was being honest, the praise did feel good.

Peter smirks. "Take your top off."

"Pardon?"

"You want this, don't you?"

Elias ponders for a moment. Yes, he very much does, even if he's angry. The setting isn't great, so he'll have to work with what he has. He only wishes that Peter weren't so smug about it, because it's making Elias want to make him regret it.

When Elias goes to take it off, Peter tells him that there's no rush. His voice is calm, but the command is clear enough.

Elias takes a deep breath to ground himself and throws the sweatshirt next to Peter. Elias knows that he paints quite a picture even if he isn't ripped or anything; he still has a bit of a tan from his last vacation, and Peter eats it all up: from the eye tattoo on the centre of his stomach, to the tiny studs piercing both his nipples.

"Nice," Peter says.

"I know."

Peter smiles at him and Elias takes note. So he enjoys show offs. Well, good for them both, Elias had never been the shy type.

"Put a hand in your trousers," Peter tells him.

It's clear that Peter wants a show. Elias can sympathise, for he himself enjoys a bit of watching, too.

Elias doesn't get to do it much these days, but whenever the bathrooms are empty, he pulls himself off in front of the mirror. He knows exactly what to do to make it good, and the risk of getting caught has him coming harder and faster than usual.

He slides both hands down his chest and abdomen, keeping one at the waistband of his joggers while the other disappears beneath the fabric and takes hold of himself. He's half-hard and every one of his motions is clear, so he takes his time.

It doesn't feel good at first. The build up has been all wrong, and the fact that his hands are cold and dry doesn't help. But then he takes one look at Peter and the thrill of being watched sparks it all to life.

Peter doesn’t take his eyes off of him; his own hand is working in his trousers. He's big, Elias notes, and the thought has him fully hard in seconds. It doesn’t take long for a wet spot to form on the front of his joggers.

When Peter tells him to stop, Elias obeys, hoping that this is when Peter also has him kneel and put his mouth to work. Instead, Peter asks him to turn around.

"Show me," he demands. "You know how."

Elias slides his trousers down with a sigh. He hears Peter shuffle forward behind him.

Elias would hate it for Peter to miss any details, so he grabs his buttocks and kneads them open, stepping astride to let Peter see it all. Elias a bit damp down there, but he keeps himself shaved as a rule, and that earns him some praise.

"Oh fuck," Peter breathes. "Bend forward a bit."

"Like this?"

Elias doesn't expect an answer. Peter's hand is working fast and from the sound of it, his cock is very wet.

"Yeah, just like that. Put a finger in."

Elias teases, but doesn't. "Can't. Too dry."

Peter curses softly. "Get over here."

Elias is almost shaking with anticipation. He hasn't been eaten out in ages, and he's so here for this.

"You O.K. with spit?" Peter asks.

"Very."

Peter grunts in approval, then spits right onto his hole. Elias lets out a shuddery breath, then slowly works a finger in. It's hard doing it all by himself, and soon his arm gets tired; he flags a bit, lets his head hang.

"You gotta give me something here," he tells Peter. This isn't begging, he tells himself. This is negotiating.

"I know. Fuck."

Elias straightens up and gives Peter a side glance. "Problem?"

"See, usually I don't touch them."

Elias frowns. That's news.

"So you just-"

"I'm not a fan of touching, let's put it that way. And it's enough to just do this. Most of the time, that is."

Elias nods, but there's something to unpack here. "Well, you are turned on. Why isn't it enough?"

Peter's hand, motionless for a while now, withdraws.

"You, I guess."

Elias scoffs. "I'm sorry my asshole isn't to your tastes."

"I haven't tasted you. That's probably why."

Elias has the decency to blush. His heart has never beat so fast with anyone before, but he tells it to get a grip.

"Well I'm right here, aren't I."

Peter takes a deep breath. Elias can almost see the moment that his resolve locks into place.

"C'mere."

Peter doesn't go straight for it. He places both hands on Elias' hips and caresses his sides, making Elias aware of him (as if he isn't already). The act makes goosebumps rise on the skin, and Elias’ cock fills out again.

Peter kisses the low of his back and up his spine, where he can reach from a sitting position; then his cheeks, against which his shallow beard feels rough. Peter sinks his teeth into them, just enough to make it twinge. Just enough to make Elias' cock twitch and invite a hand to wrap around it.

Peter takes his sweet time biting his ass and pulling him off. Elias is ready to drive nails by the time Peter finally makes him bend forward and starts working on his hole. If Elias moans and pushes against his tongue, well, he's only human.

For someone who doesn't like touching, Peter is surprisingly good at this. Instinct or perhaps patience makes him into quite an attentive partner; he'll stick to any actions that elicit a more intense reaction from Elias; it isn't long before Elias loses it and reaches behind himself.

"What are you doing?" Peter rasps.

"I need-" Elias breathes, pushing a finger inside. "Keep going."

Peter does; they work together, establishing a rhythm that feels comfortable for them.

Elias will come from this, that is for sure, but it will take a while to get there. His arm keeps getting tired, which forces him to slow down. If Peter would just- If he'd just-

"Come on, come on," Elias whines in frustration. "Fuck me."

Peter grunts, burying his face deeper into his ass. Elias removes his hand and locks it around Peter's nape with a tight fist in his hair.

That's it, he thinks, and pushes Peter’s hand out of the way to give his cock what it actually needs.

Peter pulls back and sticks a finger inside. The girth of it is a perfect stretch, it makes Elias let out a broken curse and come a little just then.

"Shit, you're so hungry for it," Peter says. "Bet if I put my cock in you, you'll come right away."

Elias smiles at the idea. "Wanna bet?"

Peter snorts. "Another day, yeah. Wanna take my time with you."

"It's a date then."

Peter works his finger deeper, finding Elias' sweet spot.

"Here?" he asks, but the soft whimper that Elias lets out leaves no room for doubt.

Elias bears down on it. "Keep doing that. God, just- oh."

Maybe he had underestimated how turned on he was. He comes, sudden, dripping all over Peter's floor. It's so thick and heavy that Elias is somewhat embarrassed.

"Holding back, have we?" Peter observes.

Elias would kill him if he wasn't thrusting inside him so good.

"You would too if you had a schedule like mine."

Peter hums. "Drop by when you feel like it. It'll be my pleasure to help."

Peter pulls his finger out and stands up. Gently, he brings Elias to himself by the hips.

Elias lets him because fuck, Peter is so warm and large...The way he’s kissing Elias’ nape is sending shivers up his spine. Funny though, it’s almost as if Peter is unsure about it.

"First time doing this?" Elias asks. It couldn't be.

"No. But it's been a while."

Elias hums. Peter's cock is pressing against his ass and that’s quite distracting. "Want some help with that?"

Peter groans and rests his forehead on Elias’ shoulder. "Fuck. Can I- can I come on you? I won't put it in, just rub it against you."

Elias would be very much down to taking Peter all the way if he weren’t so spent. He had come here ready for it, anyway. Right now though, he’d have to make do.

"Sure," Elias says. He shuffles onto bed on his knees, spreads his legs and presses his chest to the mattress, to give Peter full view and access.

"Fuck, you don't hold back, do you?"

"Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, love."

Peter doesn't hesitate, only pulls his trousers down, holds Elias by the waist and starts rutting against him.

It feels brilliant even after coming. Elias moans into the mattress, getting off on imagining the picture that they must paint.

Peter taps his hole with the tip of his cock, grazes against it. Elias never would’ve thought that Peter was the cursing type, but tonight is proving otherwise.

When Peter comes, Elias can feel it dripping down his balls and onto bed. They're both breathing heavily, but once Peter recovers, he pulls up his trousers and grabs some tissue to wipe Elias.

Elias had half-hoped that Peter would lick him clean, but maybe that was pushing the boundaries a bit too far for a single night.

Elias gets dressed and they face each other. Peter seems awkward — who would've guessed, when he seemed so in charge earlier.

"So," Peter says. "Hope I made it up to you."

"Are you fishing for compliments, Mr. Lukas?"

Peter laughs and scratches the back of his head.

"If I am, will you tell me?"

Elias considers it. "No. Maybe. Say pretty please."

"Goodbye, Elias."

Peter shows him to the door. They don't kiss; that would be a level of sentimentalism that might make Elias gag. That is, any other time it would have. Now though, they say goodbye and Elias goes back to his room wishing that they did.

#my fic #nanda's ramblings #tma #tma fic #lonelyeyes #lonelyeyes fic #lonelyeyes fanfiction #jonah magnus #peter lukas #elias bouchard #peterelias

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heyitsaloy · 3 years

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ooo for the oc asks, for both kerre and graoth:

☀️ 🍼 👀

♥ @reachfolk

This is going to be fun! It honestly, made me think a bit more about their relationship. Kerre ☀️ - Truth be told, Kerre is genuinely happy with a gift that Gratoth made her. Gratoth crafted twin orichalcum swords in a traditional Redguard style with the help of an old Redguard master blacksmith who lived in Orsinium at the time they moved to Wrothgar to open the orphanage. It made Kerre cry when she received them, as it reminded her so much of her home in the Alik’r Desert, in a small village called Balaara. Before meeting Gratoth, Kerre was the happiest travelling the world on the open seas on a boat called Sahan’s Regret, where she stayed for free in exchange for her talents as a sword-singer. She become known as The Ghost. However, after meeting and falling for Gratoth, her home is where ever Gratoth is. 🍼 - Oh boy. Kerre is a bundle of nerves when it comes to children. She has no idea how to treat them, last time she was told to watch kids she gave a Khajiiti child a dagger, it was dull, to defend themselves from bullies. After that situation, which occurred when she was eleven, Kerre was never trusted with children again. So when Gratoth suggest opening an orphanage in Orsinium, Kerre was essentially terrified. What if the kids got a hold of one of her weapons? Or what if a child were to get kidnapped by bandits? What if one of the kids got sick? A lot of what if scenarios ran through Kerre’s head before, she decided fuck it, and dived in to help children. After the orphanage was open for five years, Kerre decided to adopt an Argonian child by the name of Usheen with Gratoth, after the father asked them to take care of his son and handed them an idol of Sithis. Which makes Kerre wonder if the father was a Shadowscale, however after he left, she could not find him at all in the following days. 👀 - *through the eyes of Delphine* I cannot believe this individual is the Dragonborn. T’uzen is a literal disaster waiting to happen, considering her lineage. One of her ancestors was the Hero of Kvatch who went missing, another became a vampire, and the others? They were various nameless individuals who always seem to be at a center of a catastrophe. Perhaps the T’uzen line is cursed, although many seem to say blessed. My own research suggests that the Dragonborn grew up in Balaara, a remote village in the middle of the Alik’r Desert. Her parents are relatively unremarkable, the father was a mercenary with ties to the Dark Brotherhood chapter in Hammerfell, while the mother was a talented sword master, and alchemist who had resorted to carrying out contracts for nobles who paid for her particular talents. That is beside the point, the Dragonborn, Kerre shown skills in swordsmanship and mental abilities at an early age and was sent to the Abbey of the Blades to train. It was there that the Dragonborn learned the Way of the Sword at the age of eleven. About six years later, the Dragonborn was said to have mastered this style, but eventually grew bored by her surroundings. It’s around this time that it is difficult to track the Dragonborn’s steps. Some rumors say she went on a pilgrimage, while others say she became the pirate known as The Ghost. The true story is that she became a pirate, and raided Nordic ships. It should be noted that the Dragonborn used her skills as a sword-singer to incapicate her enemies, as it is noted by witnesses that she has never killed anyone unless it was in self-defense She was arrested on the Sea of Ghosts, and sent to Helgen to go to trial. It was obvious from the events that happened there and at Whiterun, that I needed to get to her first before the Greybeards did. I did manage to intercept the Dragonborn, who seemed to be disorganized and lacked some much-needed sleep. Talking with her for a while makes me believe that even though she seemed well, she was falling apart. I didn’t introduce myself as a member of the Blades, however, as it seemed like she would not be able to handle that. Kerre is about 27 when the events of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim starts. Sorry that was super long! I really got into it. Below the cut is Gratoth’s answers.

Gratoth

☀️ - Gratoth is typically happy whenever music is involved, just not a frog-caller, a horn that utilizes frogs, which can be found typically in Blackmarsh. While growing up in Wrothgar, she was by her father, who adapted a bardic lifestyle. The two of them often travelled around Tamriel, which exposed Gratoth to all forms of music. She found herself falling in love with the bardic lifestyle, and at the age of sixteen applied to the Bards College, and was denied. This did not stop Gratoth, however, she travelled to Cyrodiil and paid for private lessons from bards. Eventually, Gratoth gained the attention of nobility everywhere, thanks to her singing and instrumental capabilities. After about ten years (I personally see Gratoth as 32 when the events of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim starts), she is hired by Elenwen to perform at the Thalmor Embassy for a reception event. Gratoth graciously accepts, seeing this to be a highlight of her career. It was here, that Gratoth met Kerre, and literally felt like the world had stopped, and no one was there except for Kerre and herself. This makes Gratoth recall her father’s stories about how he met her mother, saying that it felt like the entire world stops, showing him the most important person in his life, aside from Gratoth. (Imma stop here cause this is where the HC’s come in) 🍼 - Gratoth has strong maternal instincts. Children are amazing to her, and need to be treated with the same amount of respect as an adult. After two years, the dragon crisis and the vampire crisis had been solved. It was during this that Gratoth tried to bring up the concept of adopting children with Kerre, but Kerre had shown some hesitation, which Gratoth understood given the entire situation with Daviya and Kirati, she understood. Kerre had explained her hesitation to Gratoth as, she felt like something terribly was about to happen. About six months after this conversation, during Frostfall, the cultists of Miraak showed up. Gratoth promised to wait for Kerre, and that she would be ready for the day that she returned. It took a year and a half for Kerre to return to Skyrim, but at this time she was ready to look at the idea of adoption. So, Gratoth suggested an alternative, that they move to Orsinium and open up an orphanage, which they named Flockhawk Orphanage Sanctum. Five years later, they adopt an Argonian child, Usheen, who they were personally asked to raise by his father. Any search for Usheen’s father resulted in dead ends. Despite this, she was overjoyed for the opportunity to raise the young Argonian as their own. 👀 - *a senior member of the Bard’s College* This Gratoth person seems to be a promising singer with an eye for instruments. It was rather unfortunate that we could not accept her here. So, I sent word to my colleagues in Cyrodill to keep an eye out for a brown haired orc with a gold raven pin in her hair. I really do wish her the best, even if we could not help her here. Gratoth is rather talented, and will most likely be going to high places in her future. Although, I wonder how an Orc, like her, became a singer. When asked, Gratoth did not seem so keen on sharing. Perhaps it was seeing other bardic troupes perform, or talking to bards in the local taverns. Whatever the case may be, I pray for her future success. Here is the finished product! I hope you all enjoy it. :)

#ari answers #Gratoth Azorol #Kerre T'uzen #a bit of eso lore thrown in #not much #just enough to keep it spoiler free #skyrim #kerre x gratoth

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oh-obrien · 5 years

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Can i get baddass!reader and soft!dylan. Maybe theyre both famous and she's helllllllaa talented

Uhhh hell yes!

I apologize if this wasn’t exactly what you were thinking but it’s where my brain went off the bat!

You sighed deeply and looked at your watch as you pressed the button for your floor on the elevator doors after the doors had closed with a soft clang, the time reading half past ten at night. You had woken up at six fifteen that morning and all you wanted to do was get your heels and suit off before snuggling up next to your fiance and dog. You felt your work phone going off in your bag and opted to ignore it until the next morning, you’d done more than enough the past two weeks, you deserved a break.

After the elevator doors opened up on to your floor you stepped out on to the woven carpet in the hallway and walked across the hallway to your door. Quickly punching your keycode into the pad on the door you heard the lock click open before you pushed down on the silver handle. Entering your apartment you immediately noted that most of the lights were off and all you heard was the drone of the television floating down the hallway from the bedoo, you shared with Dylan.

You also smelled the onions and peppers he must have fried earlier still lingering in the air, which caused your stomach to gurgle slightly. “Yeah, after we get changed,” you mumbled toeing off your black heels. You were able to grab a bite to eat at one of your favorite pizza places after closing statements had finished, but that had been around two-thirty that afternoon.

You placed your bag by the door and quietly made your way down the hall in case Dylan had fallen asleep since you had last heard from him nearly two hours ago. Slowly pushing your bedroom door open you saw Dylan curled up in the middle of the bed in a pair of gray sweats, his hair slightly damp, your corgi asleep on his chest. “Hey babe,” he offered you a sleepy smile.

“Aren’t you two adorable?” You leaned down to give him a quick kiss and he smiled looking down at the puppy asleep on him.

Dylan shrugged and nodded, “guess we are pretty cute.” He picked her up and sether down on the blanket before sitting up. “You did amazing,” he added. You sighed and looked over to the television, the news on, your press conference from earlier playing. “It was pretty hot if you ask me,” he smirked as you pulled your blazer off.

You watched the expensive fabric crumple into a ball on the floor before reaching back and unzipping your skirt. “Glad my months of stress was attractive to you,” you rolled your eyes. Strolling into your walk in closet while you unbuttoned your shirt you heard Dylan push off the bed, following you. “Sorry, that came off wrong,” you sighed.

Dylan stepped in front of you and pulled a hoodie out of his section of the closet, holding it out for you to take. “Here, get comfortable and I’ll go heat up some dinner for you,” he kissed your forehead as you took the fabric from him. You watched as he walked out of the closet and picked up his phone before leaving the room.

Unclipping your bra and als dropping it to the floor you pulled the hoodie over your head and pulled open your underwear drawer, looking for a comfortable pair. You settled on a pair of boyshorts and changed into them before gathering up your laundry and throwing it into a hamper. You knew it should be dry cleaned, but that was a later problem.

After slipping on a pair of nike pros and fuzzy socks you made your way to the kitchen. Dylan stood at the stove, a spatula in one had and a beer in the other. He was turning over a sausage in the pan and you felt your stomach grumble again, eagerly awaiting your fiance’s sausage and peppers. “Sorry for being moody,” you slipped your arms around Dylan’s waist and rested your cheek on his shoulder, “I’m just exhausted.”

“You know,” he set his beer down, “you’re probably more famous than I am now.” He must have known you rolled your eyes behind him because he followed it up with “I’m serious.”

You removed your arms from his warm skin as he reached for the bowl he had taken out, pouring the sausage and peppers mixture over the pasta already in the bowl. “It was just a big case is all,” you kissed his lips gently as you took the bowl from him.

“Yeah but,” he handed you a fork, “you’re the newest ADA in the city and you just proscuted, and won, the biggest human trafficking case the whole country, let alone New York, has ever seen!” He raised an eyebrow as he picked up his beer again.

You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth before following Dylan into the living room, “okay that is true.” You gave in. “But you’re also in one of the biggest TV series of the 2010’s, not to mention all the movies too, so I bet more people would recognize your name.” Dylan picked up the TV remote and flicked on the television.

Every news channel he turned to had your post trial press conference on it, “so?” You asked around your food. “That literally just happened,” you pointed at the screen with your fork.

“Not arguing with you about it because I’ll lose,” Dylan picked his arm up and allowed you to snuggle into his side. “But maybe I should argue with you, I mean-” he trailed off looking over to you. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked hot.”

You rolled your eyes and swallowed before speaking. “I am too tired to put my suit back on tonight and fulfill whatever little fantasies are running through your head right now O’Brien.”

“I mean, I never said anything about that,” Dylan snickered and knocked back the rest of his beer. “You in lawyer mode does something to me babe,” he sighed. “Like just the way you carry yourself, and those suits, and you intimidate nearly everyone in the room.” He let out a very over exaggerated groan. “Hot.”

“Ew,” you mumbled, taking your last bite of food. “Stop that shit.” Sliding the bowl on to the table you heard your personal cell phone ring from the counter in the kitchen.

Dylan looked down to where you snuggled into his chest, your eyes slipping closed. “Need that?” He asked you.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “it’s people looking for interviews who I made the mistake of giving my number once.”

You felt Dylan’s hand slide under his hoodie you had on. “Interviews you say?”

“Dylan,” you groaned knowing where he was going.

“So famous,” he laughed, kissing the top of your head.

#dylan obrien #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien fanfiction #anna writes #ask #answered

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elopez7228 · 4 years

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Scenic Route 35/47

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Armitage Hux was visibly rattled. His face was red and his eyes were about to bulge out of his skull. He pursed his thin lips to the bone as his nostrils flared with every exhale. He appeared to be on the brink of implosion.

Today had been an utter disaster. He had bet on Syed Ren’s success following Kylo’s utter insubordination, naively hoping for results in under twenty four hours. It was the 8th of July and Syed Ren was well past due to deliver her promises: the documents, Kylo Ren and Rey Jakku in chains, and a taxidermy of BB8 on a silver platter.

Hux had spent all night waiting for a miracle that never happened.

Earlier this morning he had finally recieved a call, but not with good news. Kylo was injured but had escaped with the girl aboard the Millennium Falcon. Syed had insisted that the girl was armed and had taken them by surprise. She didn’t elaborate further, or admit that the decision to let them go was a monumental failure.

Typically, FORCE agents never went into the details of their dirty work, unless they wished to embellish the story or brag about their accomplishments. The fact that Syed discussed anything at all revealed the true magnitude of the catastrophe.

It seemed that Kylo Ren had resigned from his duties, betrayed two of his own team members, and fled the scene with his new mistress.

Hux promptly ordered them to find the Millenium Falcon. It was a piece of junk from the 70s that would surely stick out like a sore thumb in regular traffic.

Alas, both Syed and Skylar Ren, two of the most experienced recon agents in the company, had been outsmarted by what they could only describe as a sandal-clad British tourist. Hux was about to eat his hat. Maybe even literally.

At Syed’s behest, he deployed a swath of police officers across the region. Cops were easy to corrupt these days, greedy and unscrupulous enough to turn a blind eye now and then. The “official” memo Hux released today summed it up quite nicely: “seeking unidentified suspects in an armed robbery, responsible for assaulting a gas station employee, traveling in a vintage brown 1977 Oldsmobile Cruiser.”

Every road from Bozeman to Helena was under surveillance. If Kylo Ren and his princess were there, they would be caught red handed. Hux would be getting a call from the police as soon as they laid hands on them.

Unexpectedly, he was less angry and much more willing to strike than ever before. It was time to marshal their forces and get this situation under control.

The second call Hux received that day was, regretfully, not from Police Chief Unkar Plutt. Instead, it was from Shakti Ren. What could Shakti possibly want, and where did she stand? He needed to handle this prudently.

“Sir, I’d like to report that we were targeted by Earth Soldiers last night.”

Hux almost spat out his darjeeling breakfast tea.

“What do you mean targeted?!”

“Kylo Ren’s personal vehicle was vandalized during the concert. Slashed tires, shattered windows, dents all over the place. It was signed, too.”

“Signed?”

“There was a green bomb painted on the front, I’ll send photos. Earth Soldiers and their sympathizers are becoming more agressive. I think Kylo is getting major pushback for something he did. What are your orders?”

In his shock, Hux remained silent. Why were Earth Soldiers there—moving so vindictively, no less? Syed had assured him that Rey was just a diversion that Kylo was following around on a wild goose chase. Hux had built his entire plan to oust Kylo on that very fact. One of them was surely lying, but who? The only thing he knew for certain now was that any schism within FORCE would only benefit the Earth Soldiers camp.

“Erase all evidence of the truck. Thank you for this information, I will contact Kylo separately. Expect orders from him or from myself within the hour.”

Of course, he had no intention whatsoever to call Kylo. What would he say? “Sorry, turns out you were right and I misjudged you?” He would rather drop dead. Hux was closing in on the bastard after three days of hell, the details were negligible. It was time to finish this—if Kylo got ahead now, the consequences would be dire.

The feeling of restlessness and frustration was inescapable. Here he was, cooped up in the office and playing a game of Chinese whisper with the field agents. His desk telephone was the next to ring. Bloody hell, what was happening this morning?

No one ever called him on that. Now and then, Phasma would ring a few times and hang up in order to get his attention. Occasionally Snoke did the same, in order to get him down to the director’s office in person.

Looking down at the number, he realized it was the governor’s office. Hux had a bad feeling about this. He ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his vest. He took one final deep breath before answering.

His eardrums immediately regretted the decision as Representative Krennic yelled so loudly that it was a miracle Hux didn’t go deaf right there.

Orson Krennic was a man of few words who could generously be described as glacial. The fact that he managed to lose his sangfroid and his voice in the same conversation was startling. Hux paled as he listened.

Apparently they had just recieved a message from Skylar Ren. A video, secretly recorded in Governor Valorum’s office, showing his lawyer negotiating over a briefcase full of cash from an unknown beneficiary...who was represented that day by none other than Armitage Hux himself.

The video had been taken by a “an unknown third party”, probably Skylar himself. The man had been FORCE’s field representative in California a few months earlier, after all. One of Kylo’s fucking punks, silent, brutal, and loyal to the bone. The perfect spy. What a fantastic decision that turned out to be.

If Skylar had passed for loyal back then, the message accompanying the video now was anything but: “times are changing. Make sure I’m spared, or you’ll fall when I do. I’m expecting a video call from you, or else.”

“Damned mercenaries! Look what your so-called teams have done, Hux!” Krennic spat. “Is it my job to manage your freaks, so close to the trial date? You better get this boy and the others under control soon, or I assure you that if I go to prison you’ll end up as my cell mate. Is that clear?!”

It had been very clear. Hux had managed to drop his mug, lukewarm tea soaking his silk socks.

What madness had possessed Skylar Ren—wasn’t he Syed’s right hand man? What a nest of vipers, the lot of them. Hux himself had been betrayed by Kylo, who had been betrayed by Syed, who had been betrayed by Skylar. Were they all too daft to realize that if the law caught one of them, it would burn them all? At this stage he would have to sit them all down and explain what seventy years in prison would look like...

The party was over, starting right now. What a shit day. Taking out his phone, he called Plutt’s office in Bozeman.

“I have a suspect for you in the armed robbery case. I’ll send a photo and identification over. You have to stop this man at all costs, he’s dangerous, and heavily armed. He likely changed vehicles. Look for him and the car separately, let me know when you’ve found one or the other. When you catch him take him straight to the station. No phone, no lawyer. Don’t let him speak to anyone—I’ll send someone over to deal with it.”

Fuck, what a mess.

Hux had imagined that after defeating Kylo, he would assume control of the Knights of Ren. But that was turning out to be a grave mistake.

They were less a team and more a group of merciless ruffians with unspoken rules and undocumented methods he had yet to decipher. It was an oversight on his part not to have connected the dots between Kylo’s terrible behavior and the anarchy that thrived within the Knights’ circle. And he had been too proud to admit it but...by eliminating the man who kept the Knights on their best behavior, he had accidentally unleashed the Six Depraved Riders of the Apocalypse. It was going to take all of his effort to stop them from razing everything to the ground.

And because trouble travels in packs, his fourth call of the day was none other than Kylo Ren. For once, Hux had no idea where this conversation was going to go.

“Hux.”

“Good Morning. Having a good day?

“Better than yours, I hope.”

Given the morning Hux had endured, it was a subtle way of wishing that he fell to his death. The hostilities were back.

But Kylo wasn’t taking the bait.

“Here’s the deal, jackass: don’t think for one second that I don’t know about the web you’ve spun around me. I don’t know if you think you’re some kind of subtle genius or whatever, but you’re not fooling anyone.”

Hux gritted his teeth. “Why, I have no idea what you’re taking about. I’m just a pen pusher in the office, after all.”

“Yeah, that’s the difference between us right there. You do the paperwork, I do the dirty work. What were you thinking, waltzing in and meddling with my team like that?”

“Strategizing, it’s my job.” Hux replied, though his voice was less assured.

Kylo was taking everything in stride. It was only a matter of time before he caught up. When had the situation gotten out of Hux’s control?

“Your strategy is shit. Earth Soldiers had a microchip with everything on it. The documents, the bribery, all of it. And the media is waiting to swallow it all, and send us directly to prison. When did you ever think this was a game, Armitage? This isn’t beer pong anymore. If we lose, there will be consequences.”

Hux did not respond.

“That microchip,” Kylo continued, his gravelly voice oddly calm, “is something only I can get you. Syed couldn’t read the girl. My instincts are good and they never lie—I told you from day one that Rey Jakku was an Earth Soldiers operative and she was gonna give us hell. Thanks to your side deal with Syed and Skylar, she disappeared without a trace while my team was somewhere off in Candyland.”

Armitage was on the verge of a panic attack. He hated not being able to distinguish the truth from the lies, the friends from the enemies. He hated losing control. This conversation was sounding more and more like a trial.

But Kylo wasn’t done yet.

“Give me back the Knights, my Knights, that you tried to turn against me. And don’t fucking interfere in things you don’t understand. Keep the paperwork up, from your corner office with that gorgeous view of the ocean. Fieldwork is my job. Otherwise, I’m sure Snoke would love to find out that you’ve been playing James Bond so effectively back there.”

“Fuck you.”

No response. The bastard had nothing to say in return. The anger boiled in Hux’s veins.

“Yeah, well, you really need to get laid. Maybe you should go rub one out. I’ve got better things to do. Stay out of my business and leave my Knights alone. Let me do my job in peace. Trust me, you don’t want to end up on my hit list.”

Hux hung up. He’d had enough.

He needed another tea. No, a vodka tonic. Without the tonic. He needed a whole bottle of vodka and it wasn’t even noon yet.

Two very long hours passed, his questions remained unanswered. What the hell was Bozeman PD doing? Who exactly was this Rey? Where did Kylo, Syed, and Skylar stand, and who came up with the absolutely ridiculous notion of adding the nonsensical title of “Ren” to their names?

He had a fit of rage the next time his phone vibrated.

“WHAT IS IT NOW?” He yelled into it.

It was Plutt, with the first good news of the day. Hux immediately calmed down. They had apprehended the suspect in a grey car in Bozeman. He had resisted arrest which had increased the charges against him. He was under police custody for now. He was alone, no phone, no lawyer. Plutt was waiting for orders.

“Perfect.” Hux breathed, shoulders sagging. “I’ll send someone to get him. Keep him for at least twenty-four hours, and don’t let him speak to anyone. Anyone, you hear me?”

“Will do, sir.”

Hux sighed in relief. Things were falling back into place. Skylar was under lock and key, and the car would be found any second now—with Rey inside. That left Kylo and Syed, which was more manageable.

He slumped back into his chair and took a swing of his secret stash of Belvedere.

The telephone on his desk rang again, and the smile on his face dissipated as his blood went cold.

Shit. It was Snoke.

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reaction post typed while watching Good Omens (ALL OF IT)

my favourite novel is now my favourite mini-series and IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

under the cut: a very long, spoilery six-episode reaction to MY NEW FAVOURITE THING EVER

may 31st 07:36pm nz

i posted my episode 1 reaction a couple hours ago but that got ZERO NOTES so i assume people are either avoiding spoilers or aren’t interested, which is fine, but i’m just gonna put all my reactions in one big post so anyone who IS interested doesn’t have to read 6 separate posts c:

edit june 1st 04:08am: btw i watched using a free trial on amazon prime, which i’m pretty sure is worldwide. soooo if yOU WANT TO WATCH THIS, YOU CAN, FOR FREE

EPISODE 1: In the Beginning

04:03pm

idk how much i’m gonna type, whether i’ll post a reaction to the entire thing in one post....... or how much i’ll end up watching right now

kinda want to spread it out and save it as a treat for after i’ve done some writing

but right now i wanna watch before writing

so maybe i’ll do one ep, write something, then return to this?

edit: aahhaha that didn’t happen

04:04pm

I’M SO EXCITED

I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

well... since 2011 when i first read the book

but regardless it’S BEEN 84 YEARS

04:05

okay first off i did not know amazon prime did adverts at the start of their videos. so i was like SINCE WHEN WAS CHILDISH GAMBINO/DONALD GLOVER IN GOOD OMENS

and then

yeah

either way i thought it was a good opening

W A R

NING

cool cool cool cool cool

omg i’m used to where the netflix full-screen button is, and on amazon prime that’s the “next episode” button so i gotta be real careful

dear god my video quality is TERRIBLE

i.......... i might torrent this show and watch it offline

this is horrendous i can’t see a damn thing

i have never seen pixels this big

04:11

okay the quality calmed down after a minute

i loooove the intro, i love that it’s basically word for word from the book

i feel like i’d find it funnier if i hadn’t read the book 3 months ago

also? god is a woman? yes

04:13

is it just me or does the snek have a slightly david tennant-esque quality about it

i’m so happy adam and eve are black

04:17

omfg. aziraphale said “ineffable” and now CRAWLEY’S CHECKING HIM OUT TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS ANY JUNK

WOW

...or y’know, looking for a flaming sword. SAME FUCKING THING.

also i looove how FLUFFY azi is

azi: “do hope i didn’t do the wrong thing”

i fucking love them both uhrgughhhuhuhughuhhh

04:21

small sob for cuteness

umbella wings

04:23

in the opening titles, crowley just stopped a spaceship and aziraphale turned it into fish

i feel like that was a douglas adams reference and i’m on board

04:25

the entire time i read the book, up until i saw video promos of this show, i thought “crowley” was said the same way as spn’s “crowley”, as in “crahwlee”

not “crOhwlee”

i definitely like that they’re different though

both probably named after aleister crowley tbh. all of whom are queer.

THOSE SWAYING HIPS

i haven’t found david tennant attractive in about 9 years but WHOOOP HELLO AGAIN

somehow attractive for entirely different reasons than before. like. my taste changed but tHEN

i’m on crowley’s side, taking down a cellphone network is VERY ANNOYING

04:35

crowley: shitshitshitshithsit

i can’t wait for aziraphale’s big swear

04:37

i miss eating sushi

sushi was great