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billthedrake · 10 months

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(Heads up that this chapter is more hard core.)

TRAINING THE SALES GUY (PART FOUR)

I considered my weird fuckbuddy affair with Carson Wells to be done. I kicked myself a little bit for pushing too far and freaking him out. Then I was glad it happened. It was an inappropriate thing from the start and had no good end.

I hooked up with one guy a couple of times. I actually enjoyed fucking again. And kissing and making out. And the fun flirty vibe with another gay dude. As hot as Carson's blowjobs had been and as much as I'd enjoyed the naughty thrill of a finance bro who liked to suck dick, it wasn't a completely rewarding connection.

Maybe I should have gotten out there to date again, but I still wasn't ready for that. I still saw Rob, my ex. We'd run into each other in the neighborhood and decided to have lunch, to try out the civilized adult thing. It was good and not good at the same time. We promised to do it again, but I needed more time.

I was enjoying making a couple new friends. Some of my long-standing friends were more settled down now or had moved, while the mutual friends Rob and I had took his side mostly. But my social life was picking up and I was doing my best to squash my workaholic ways. I was never an athletic guy but joined one of the gay sports leagues in the city. It was a perfect mix of younger guys and older, single and coupled. I even got invited along on a beach trip in Mexico.

It was a Saturday night I got back from that trip in fact when I got a text from Carson Wells.

"Hey Bill sorry to bug you. Can we talk?"

"Yeah, when?" I typed back.

"Now?"

It was like 10:30. I'd had a long day and while my dick liked the idea of a booty call, this just felt like a strange way for Carson to start things back up. I knew the self-respecting thing would be to set boundaries and tell him I'd talk to him tomorrow.

"Sure," I wrote back. "Come over?" I was already settled in for the evening and not in the mood to go out. If Carson was so urgent, he could come over.

"All right," he replied.

He looked distraught when he finally showed up. He had almost that tech-bro look... black joggers, designer sneakers, gray hoodie with some logo on it. "Hey," he said softly as I let him in.

I showed him into the living area and had him sit on the sofa. I sat down too, though not right next to him. "What's up, Carson?" I asked.

He have me a wistful look. Gone was that perfect smile, but those green eyes were sexy as fuck. "Emily and I broke up tonight."

I felt bad, but also I was what the fuck? I didn't fucking know Emily. "Sorry, man," I said. But I couldn't be the guy to unload on. "But don't you have any buddies you can talk about this with?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I've been out with them." His voice got a little quieter. "But, fuck, Bill I need to suck a dick." He scooted closer to me and put his hand on my leg, running quickly up the bare leg and toward the him of my casual gym shorts.

"I don't know, Carson," I said, stopping his hand.

He looked hurt. "Oh. You seeing someone? I shoulda asked."

I shook my head. "Not seeing anyone. But well... you're pretty upset right now. I don't wanna..."

I was trying to respect him and not take advantage of his emotional state, but Carson laughed. There came thought pearly whites again. "What, Boss? You don't want your dick sucked?"

My dick was liking that idea all right. "When you put it that way," I replied, with a chuckle.

Carson placed his hand back on my leg, now teasingly running his fingers along my leg hair and my thigh muscle. I'd never seen this side of the guy. He still wasn't making the move to kiss or anything, but the sensuality of the touch was great. "I've been watching those videos you sent me... a lot actually."

"Yeah?" I asked. This was a surprise, all right. I spread my legs and let his hand travel up toward my crotch.

He nodded. He had a strange emotional vibe. Definitely distraught and wound up. Maybe I was taking advantage of his state. "They're wild as fuck, Boss. But keep thinking what it would be like to try that."

"Which one?" I asked.

"Both," he admitted. "The training one... and that other one... I've watched some others like it, too."

I was completely hard now. I pulled Carson's hand away only now so I could pull down my shorts and briefs. I let my dong ride up fully rigid and throbbing. And here I thought I was too tired even for a stroke session before bed.

The man grinned as he eyed up my phallus. "That's a great dick, Boss." He looked up at me, lust adding to the emotions on his phase. "Just go a little easier on me," he asked. "I've not anything like that those videos."

I nodded and grinned, pushing up my erection for his gaze. "Will do, Wells... though don't sell yourself shorts. You've done a lot of training already."

I reached up and ran my fingers along the side of his hair, moving further back on his head. Carson got the hit and leaned forward.

We'd never actually done it like this before, with me sitting down and Carson leaning over. But it was hot to see this hunk bend over to service me. I let him start, licking me and then sucking me in. Wells was great at this and his mood made him hungrier. He practically scarfed my hardon down to the root in three gos.

"Fuck yes, buddy," I growled. "Eat my fucking boner." I didn't want to go too Dom on Wells. Partly because he was the kind of cocksucker who'd easily spook if you didn't respect him. And partly because trash talking wasn't the biggest turn on for me. That deep throat action was.

I watched him work that deep spot in his throat with my cock, wildly bobbing on me and grunting deep sex grunts. He'd been thinking about this a lot, I know. Carson Wells was ready.

I held his neck tight and just started fucking his skull. Hard steady jabs. I'd only been with three guys who'd been up for this treatment before. My ex Rob wasn't one of them, and maybe I was ready for this too.

It took maybe six thrusts before I hit pay dirt. Carson's gullet seized up and he gagged. I stopped my thrusts but I held so he couldn't easily lift up. He was gonna retch but I talked him through it. "Swallow it back down, buddy... easy, man.... there ya go." I could see the tear stream from his eye and his face go red but Carson did it. And the second he got himself under control I pulled him up.

"FUCK!" he cried, eyes watery. But damned if the guy didn't have a wild, excited look on his face. "That was intense," he hissed, his mouth thick with mucus.

But not as thick as my cock was. Its length was covered with a good amount of Carson Wells' throat slime.

"That's some perfect slime, buddy!" I hissed, encouraging him or at least thanking him. This is the kind of extreme oral that turned me on all right. "How you feeling?"

He looked up. "Not as bad as I thought," he answered. "I think I was more scared of it to happen than anything."

"You up for another go?" I asked. Hopeful as hell, but I'd respect his boundaries.

He nodded. "I think so, yeah... So, Boss... how do you keep from, you know....?"

I knew the answer, but only as an oral top, not a cocksucker. Carson would have to find his own answer. But I did my best to explain. "You gotta know your body and learn how to control it. Lean into just the right amount of gag, then turn it off."

He took it all in. "What if I don't turn it off in time?" I could see the concern and knew where he was coming from.

I shrugged. "If it happens, it happens. But don't fear that. Tell yourself it's gonna be fine."

"All right," he said. Jesus, he clearly had been thinking about this a lot.

I applied some pressure on his neck again and I watched as Carson took me into his mouth again. I did the driving this time, using the residual thick saliva to ease my way into a slow steady deep throat fuck. After the previous activity, Carson was able to take me like a pro. One deep push after another. Six months ago this would have been enough to get me off big. It would be enough now, too, but I wanted more. I started a series of hard thrusts again.

Carson, to his credit, did better this time around. But pretty soon the gag kicked in, and the guy knew what to do. He let it happen, only to swallow it back down.

"Fuck yes," I hissed. I didn't have to go hard and deep now. I just let Carson do the sucking. Up and down on my bone, as that thick slime spilled out of his mouth and onto my balls. He was excited, maybe because of how thrilled I was. But this was hands down one the hottest things I'd seen. My hot business-bro coworker giving me some insanely sloppy head.

"Fuck, Cars... I'm gonna cum!" I growled. I could hear the slickness of the sticky spittle on his chin and lips and he worked me with steady mouth strokes. "FUUCK!" I grunted as I gave up a super heavy load.

Carson now moaned excitedly. He always liked when I came but he seemed even needier now.

He finally pulled back when my dick had enough. Even after a few months' break, the guy seemed to remember just how much stimulation I could take after a good nut.

"Goddamn," he growled as he pulled off. He looked up at me, his mind in some new state of head fuck but definitely turned on. "Damn, you're one kinky fucker," he gasped. The slime and spit was on his chin and all over his beard. It was crazy hot. My dick wasn't gonna go down soon.

I lifted my hand up and wiped some of the wetness of his beard. "You may be a little kinky, too, Wells," I said. Then I nodded down at his crotch. "Need to get off."

He sat up, showing that indeed he had an erection in his joggers. He slipped them over his boner and reached down. "I went soft but my hardon came back," he explained. I watched him started a stroke, then I stood up, letting my wet dong sway some in front of him.

"Too messy for ya?" I asked.

He shook his head no, and had that unmistakable look of need on his face. I stepped up and put my dick near his mouth. Carson leaned forward and started sucking me in again. A few strokes and the guy was cumming, hard.

I went to fetch some washcloths. We'd both need it.

I expected Carson to have some doubts now, but he seemed quiet in a relaxed way. "Thanks for helping me out, Bill. I needed that."

I found my shorts and slipped them back on. "I won't lie, Carson," I said. "I haven't had a scene that hot in, like, forever."

He gave me a sly grin. "I'm glad, Boss. It was kinda crazy hot for me, too." He looked at his phone, where I gathered he had some messages. "Look, I'm gonna go meet some buddies now. Talk to you later?"

"Anytime, Wells," I said.

And I meant it.

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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pink carnations part 2 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, austin theory x reader

warning(s): hanahaki, swearing, smut implied (comment if i should write a separate smut post for this part), mentions of death, vomiting

genre(s): fluff, heavy angst

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if this is what heaven was, then y/n wished to never be alive again. she was stood at the entrance to the designated women's locker room backstage at ohio valley wrestling, facing a much younger, more youthful cody rhodes with a bouquet of pink carnations in his hand and a nervous smile on his face.

“cody? who are these for?” she heard herself asking. the experience was odd for her. y/n already knew who the flowers for as she’s already experienced this, however, it felt as if she was reliving the memory all over again: word by word, detail by detail.

“i, well, they’re for you actually. i know we’re already planning to go get some tacos tonight but how about we call it a date this time?” cody asked, the nerves in his voice as obvious as the blush that fell across the both of their cheeks.

y/n reached for the bouquet, holding it in one arm as she wrapped her other arm around cody’s neck. “i thought you’d never ask, codes.” she whispered, feeling the warmth on her cheeks become increasingly hotter.

he laughed, and let out what she could only assume to be a sigh of relief as he melted into her embrace. “sorry it took me so long. i will admit, though, it did take some jealousy for me to finally grow a pair to ask you out on a proper date. the assholes in the locker room just wouldn’t shut up about you after finding out that we weren’t even talking in that way… yet.” cody apologized to her, placing a kiss on the side of her head as he has always done.

y/n could feel the warmth of his arms as they wrapped around her. she could smell the hint of cologne under the smell of his sweat as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, unable to contain the wide smile that had graced her lips. she felt him pull away from her embrace, and for a moment disappointment settled in her stomach. however, the disappointment disappeared just as fast as it formed, as she felt his hand tilt her chin up.

she closed her eyes as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her lips as if to test how far he could go while still being respectful. y/n could still taste him on her lips, feel the way his hands had fallen to rest on her hips and pull her close to his body as she deepened the kiss.

the memory seemed to have fast-forwarded for the mentally-matured y/n that was reliving the entire situation. somehow between y/n deepening the kiss with cody and the backstage area being the setting, when y/n pulled away from the kiss and opened her eyes, she found herself being pushed down and landing on what she remembers to be cody’s bed.

she stared up at cody who was in the process of pulling off his shirt and felt a blush rise to her cheeks. y/n wanted to laugh at the smell of tacos that filled the room, remembering how the two of them hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of the other and settled for taking the tacos home. of course, the tacos would be forgotten until the morning after.

“c’mere beautiful, i’ve waited long enough to have you like this. now, be a good girl and let me take care of you.” y/n heard him mumble as he leaned down on top of her to capture her lips in a kiss.

the immersion in her memory broke all too quickly when she tasted something like water on her lips, and the smell of cody had faded into the smell of austin.

“hey, drink up, y/n.” austin said to her, reaching for her hand and bringing it up to the water bottle so she could hold it instead.

y/n didn’t recognize the area austin had brought her to. they were surrounded by stage equipment and now that she’s conscious, she realized she wasn’t even sitting on a proper chair. austin had hoisted her up to sit atop a random crate of stage equipment and stood in front of her between her legs.

she downed the water bottle without even realizing it, it was only when austin pulled the empty water bottle away from her and placed it beside her legs that she realized she was finished. austin took a step away, realizing the position they were in and how inappropriate it would have looked to any outsiders. especially after he felt cody shooting him a death stare until they were finally out of his sight. austin felt a chill creep down his spine at the recent interaction.

“he was outside when i carried you away. he saw us but i have no idea what he thinks happened in the bathroom between us.” austin told her, pushing himself up and shuffling around slightly so he could sit beside the woman.

“you’re fucking lying to me right now. he saw me like that? did he see the flowers?” she questioned him, seemingly so full of energy in that moment. y/n had turned her head to look at austin, her eyes wide with fear. cody would know the flowers were for him - they were the same flowers he gave to her after all.

“y/n, i’m willing to bet money that cody has probably seen you in less favorable conditions. but no, he didn’t see the flowers. i managed to flush it all down the toilet before i took you out.” austin reassured her, meeting the girl’s gaze and flashing her a small smile to reassure her.

y/n found it odd to be comforted by austin’s words. before this, the two were acquaintances, and now austin had heard y/n’s entire cody rhodes rant all while the girl coughed up flowers on to his chest.

she shifted her body so she was facing more towards austin, and leaned forward until she felt her head hit the man’s chest. although she was certain that she didn’t have the energy to cry anymore, she could feel the tears pool in her eyes.

“you know, i had it too. hanahaki, i mean. not a crush on cody.” austin found himself admitting to y/n, shocking even himself. the woman hadn’t responded besides a small laugh at the mention of cody, and austin took that as the okay to continue. he wrapped his arm back around y/n, rubbing her back as he continued telling her his experience.

“i guess a similar situation to yours. she was my childhood best friend, been friends since diapers and even used to take baths together when we were really young. our moms are best friends, even to this day. i remember having to sit through every guy that she went through, and then, she ended up getting pregnant by her fiance at the time.” austin took a moment to pause, feeling you shift in his arms. he loosened his grip around you, looking down at you as you lifted your head and made eye contact with him.

“and then? clearly you’re fine now. are you and her together?” y/n asked, unable to hide the hint of hope and excitement that had crept into her voice. perhaps it’d go that way with her and cody… maybe.

“it’s been a little over a year since i got the surgery.” austin admitted, not liking the way y/n had deflated after the fact. he took the chance to bring the woman back in his arms, pulling her back into his chest so he could hold her. he knew what he was about to say next could potentially make or break the situation.

“we’re not friends anymore. i can’t even tell you how i used to feel about her because it’s just not there anymore. i knew the risk of the surgery, the way they said that it’d remove all emotions towards the person but… you know, i never thought about the implications. the fact of the matter is, even though we tried to remain friends, i couldn’t even feel an ounce of that happiness or connection that friendship gives with her specifically.” austin sighed, feeling his heart drop in his chest. “it’s weird, if i’m honest. i know at one point i knew what love felt like and i know that it was once directed towards her. but now, i can’t even think of her as a friend because there’s nothing there.”

“but you told her. you told her that you were in love with her?” y/n questioned, to which austin answered with a slight hum. she could feel how heavy her heart had become, how the tightness in her chest had returned. y/n fought back a cough as she asked her next question, “but you can still fall in love, right austin?”

surgery. y/n knew how precious life was and how unlikely it’d be for cody to return her feelings. however, would life be worth it if she forgot the feeling of falling in love and being in love with cody? would life be worth living if she would not even be able to continue a friendship with cody? would she even be able to fall in love again after the fact?

and for austin, he hadn’t ever thought of the answer to that question before. it wasn’t like he was actively searching for love again. sure, he loves his job, he loves his family but he wasn’t in love with anyone. but a little voice in the back of his head would whisper that if he were to pursue someone like that again, he’d imagine that it’d be directed towards the woman that he had pressed against his chest and that he’d have the same thought of “protect her” as he does in that moment.

so, he would settle for an “i don’t know” as an answer.

just as austin was about to answer the woman, he heard the sounds of someone making their way through the other crates of stage equipment. he could only assume that it was cody who was making such a ruckus, after all, who else would be rushing through an area that was practically hidden away if it wasn’t for stage equipment or to find someone.

and eventually, cody finds them, although he’s certain they do not know that he sees them. he takes note of the way austin had you in his arms before pulling away and getting off of the crate and standing in front of you almost protectively. before y/n can even ask what austin was doing, cody made himself known.

“hey, settle down guard dog. it’s just me.” cody said, stepping in between two larger crates that had been used to block off the area to reach the two. his comment didn’t seem to sit nice with austin, who only clicked his tongue in acknowledgement.

y/n perked up at cody’s voice, her eyes widened at the sight of cody. she could only remember seeing the photo of brandi in her mind, and she bit back another cough. she jumped down from the crate and landed on her feet, taking a step towards cody. “cody it’s not what it looks like.” y/n found herself saying, although she didn’t know why she felt the need to defend her and austin being in an area together alone.

cody cocked a brow at her words. now he certainly believes its exactly what it looks like. he was certain everyone already knew that y/n was his girl, well, technically she was no longer his girl but cody would just push that thought aside. and he certainly was not going to let austin theory be the man to think he can even try with getting with y/n. after all, he knew y/n and everything she liked and wanted in a relationship: austin would never meet those standards.

“if its not what it looks like then why was your roided-up german shepherd carrying you out of the men’s restroom and bringing you back here?” cody questioned, beginning to make his way towards y/n and reaching out his arm as if to grab her hand and pull her away.

austin immediately stood in front of y/n, staring down cody. “look, it’s seriously not what it looks like, rhodes. y/n and i are friends. and if anything, i should be asking you what your wife thinks about you kissing another woman on the forehead and always being so touchy with her. especially in such a public are where all of your coworkers can see.” austin practically spat at cody.

y/n’s eyes widened at the altercation that could potentially grow into something more. “austin it’s okay i-“ y/n tried to say before being cut off by cody.

“listen here, theory. i am completely in love with my wife and have been married to her for years now. in fact, we are about to start a family so for your information, my wife clearly doesn’t see y/n as a threat because she trusts me. and you don’t know a damn thing about y/n and i’s friendship. she and i have always been and forever will be only friends. never have i felt an emotion beyond friendship for her. now let me have a talk with my- y/n?” cody’s tone had turned harsh, not liking how austin had seemed to “protect” you from cody. it was as if austin had taken his spot in y/n’s life from right under his nose and in such a short time. however, he had been cut short by the sound of y/n falling to her knees and dry heaving.

it hurt. that’s all y/n could remember thinking of in that moment as she listened to cody. each sentence had felt like the man had personally took a knife and repeatedly stabbed her. her chest tightened, her throat burned, and she struggled to breathe. y/n wasn’t even aware that she had fallen to her knees, and she certainly didn’t feel the two men quickly falling to their knees on either side of her.

y/n could feel as if her lungs were splitting in her chest, as with one cough a pink carnation flower emerged from her mouth. she continued coughing, collapsing in the two men’s arms as a seemingly endless rope of pink carnations continued spewing out of her mouth with every cough she let out.

before she fell unconscious, she could only wish to forget the look of realization, hurt, and unspoken apologies that appeared on cody’s face as austin yelled for an ambulance to be called.

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acourtofbooksandshadows · 5 months

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Alliance Maker- Chapter 10

Summary: Nesta, Cassian and Azriel are back and you all have dinner together.

Pairing: Slow burn!Azriel x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Sadness, death, power, swearing, fire and that's it I think.

Word count:1213

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“We got you a gift.” Was the first thing you heard as you sat down for dinner. You glanced at the others sitting around the table. Nesta and Cassian sat by each other, Azriel on the other side of Cassian. Lucien had just wrangled a ball from Zas and plopped down in the chair beside you.

“I don’t think it’s my birthday.” You never really knew when your birthday was. Had never celebrated one when younger. But you did celebrate the day your dad had saved you. Though that was a day that only the two of you had knowledge of. The day had also not been celebrated since before you were taken from the woods in the mortal lands. You thought of your father as you often did. Thought about hopefully seeing him again one day.

“Ember, are you ready for dinner?” You heard your fathers deep voice coming from the kitchen. You put a placeholder in your book and got up eagerly. Your footsteps were silent as you made your way through the small house. Your father was standing with his hands on his hips behind the table.

He had a wide smile on his lips as he looked at the spread he had made. There were all your favorite foods lying out on the table. An equally wide smile adorned your lips as you took in the sight before you. He pulled a chair out for you before settling in on his own next to you. Then you both dug into the food in front of you. It wasn’t much but you wouldn’t change this for the world. You’d just finished the dishes and were walking out of the kitchen when your father came into sight.

“I love you Ember.” The sentiment had a lump forming in your throat. You tried to hold back your tears but they ran down your face like a steady stream anyways. He held out his arms and you shot into them.

“I love you papa.” He ran a steady hand along the back of your head and you took in a big breath. Smoke and leather clouded your senses and your sobs grew louder. He had been a safe place for you since he saved you the night you were left for dead. He held you until your sobs stopped and then you both read in the living room by the fire in the hearth.

When your name was called you broke out of your memory. “Sorry.” You muttered the word quietly, the skin on your chest had started to heat and you rubbed at it soothingly. Until a dark tendril came to wrap around your wrist and you let out a refreshed sigh.

“After your display of power we thought it wise to get you something to help control it.” Azriel’s shadows brought a box to the table at Cassian’s words. They slid the box across the table until it sat in front of you. It looked simple, black obsidian with a few intricate designs of swirls adorning the sides of the box.

“Are you going to open it?” Nesta was becoming impatient, you brought a gloved hand up to the box and ran your fingers along the material. You were happy for the gloves lacking fingers as you felt the material that was smooth along your fingertips.

“No one has ever gotten me a gift before.” While you and your father had celebrated before it had always been with your favorite food and dessert. You had never been well off enough to afford gifts. His job as the town blacksmith was only so rewarding. You flipped over the latch that was on the front keeping the lid closed and set your eyes upon three gems as the lid rose.

You looked at them curiously and realized the resemblance to the siphons you’d seen Cassian and Azriel wore. Though the ones lying within the box were black, a beautiful obsidian, that matched the partial color of your wings perfectly. That matched the shadow wrapped around your wrist just as well. You picked one up delicately and sent a flame up through your fingertips, a gasp left your lips as you saw the flame get locked within the stone and pulse. Another wave ran down your arm into your fingers then was once again locked in the stone.

You had expected it to feel like your power was being dragged from you but instead it felt like it was being amplified and dulled all at the same time. You blinked as you realized what exactly was happening. It was being honed for use, it was building up until you needed it, building up within the stone so you wouldn’t fear losing control again. A single tear slipped down your face that another shadow was quick to wipe away. A breath left your lips as relief slowly ebbed into you. You gathered another one into your other hand and let your power slip into it. Your shoulders sagged with the weight of some of what was bottled inside your body locked itself away in the stone.

“Thank you.” The words fell from your lips as you grasped the stones within your hands. You finally looked up and Azriels eyes were studying you. Studying you in a way that made you feel small yet bigger than life all at the same time. He nodded his head at you once and you mirrored the action in return.

“Let’s eat.” Cassian’s deep voice rumpled and you were thankful for the distraction as you slipped the stones back into the box and closed the lid.

“Do you guys have a blacksmith in town? I don’t think that was on the tour today.” The question came from you after dessert had passed and the group of you sat around sipping on wine and whiskey.

Cassian had been feeding Brok and Zas pieces of food off his plate which had earned him their interest and now they wouldn’t leave the Illyrian alone. Brok had climbed into the large males lap and settled in nicely. Which was a funny sight because the hound was massive and you were surprised the chair hadn’t snapped under his added weight. But Cassian didn’t falter and had taken joy in petting the hounds head as he napped.

“We have one in town, yes.” Nesta’s eyes worked over your frame curiously and you looked at her in a bored yet mischievous manner that was so completely you.

“Why do you inquire about one?” You shrugged your shoulders at her question. Cassian and Nesta glanced at each other as they remembered the weapons she had made not long ago. How deadly they had turned in her doing so.

“Miss the art is all.” She gave you a nod, she knew how much you had helped your father around the shop and she was sure you missed the attachment to the man.

“I can take you tomorrow if you’d like?” Lucien spoke up beside you and you were going to turn and accept his offer when another voice spoke up.

“I’ll take her.” Azriel said simply and the discussion was left at that. No one dared question the order from the spymaster. His shadows danced along his skin excitedly.

A/N: Not very long but I'll make it up to you with some Az and reader next chapter. Thank you all for reading as always likes, comments, reblogs and follows are much appreciated.

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ansbobcar · 16 days

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EP 12. A Mother's Wish

WORD COUNT. 1156

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Her rabbiphone rarely rung, she told herself as she picked it up from the counter. Something urgent must have happened at the Bureau, as she answered it, setting it down an a forearm away from her soiled station. “Hello?”

“It’s me, Auntie,” a familiar voice echoed through the speaker as she continued to re-pot a few plants. “How have you been?”

“The usual, I wasn’t expecting a call from you this early in the morning though,” she noted, bringing over another bucket. “What brings you to call me?”

“Apparently, Rinka has been dating Orter Madl for the past few months. Did you know that?” His voice mused with a sinister curiosity.

‘I didn’t take her to be interested in anyone apart from him,’ shuffling through her memories. She showed no signs of developing affections for anyone else. How did it change so suddenly? “Orter Madl? Isn’t he the Divine Visionary from last year?”

“Based on your tone, I presume that you don’t.”

“You know me too well,” she felt humoured by his words as her heart slowly sunk into unease.

“But… aren’t you worried?”

The sight of their fingers locked together amidst the crowd solidified this as more than a mere rumour and gossip. Her daughter who was hopelessly ridiculed and targeted by evils had strayed from it. Her daughter had been seduced. That could be the only reason she wasn’t notified beforehand, she watched as the young man collapsed forward with visible confusion.

‘He took in the potion more quickly than I thought.’

Unease settled into the atmosphere as her lovely child stood up and placed a pillow under his head. “Since when did I introduce you to your son-in-law? And I thought we had a deal?” as she examined his eyes. Unresponsive.

"I didn't hurt him, dear,” she began, clutching onto her hand with delicate firmness as she looked back into her brown eyes. “Just a calming potion. He's clearly a bad influence for you, I heard you got injured while going out on a date with him!” Her mother wasn’t supposed to know about that. “Please go back to the good man..."

She scoffed at this remark. “Didn’t you tell me there were no good men in this world?” yanking her hand away from hers.

"Then why are you in a relationship?! Didn't you make a promise to consult me first before you committed to one?" The brunette gripped onto her collar instead.

"That was because I didn't know any better when I was younger!” She screamed back at her before calmly stating, “I can make my own decisions now, you can help give advice. Isn't that how your own mother did it to you?”

Her golden eyes only strained towards her one and only daughter who smirked as the grip on her collar tightened. "We don't insinuate that name in this household, Rinka Ontarin!”

With little remorse the blonde uttered, “Don’t make me write out another rule, Mother.”

"This is all in your best interest, Rinka!" The older brunette pleaded, eyes welled up in anxiousness. "What if he finds out? Aren't you concerned about what will happen to you?” Oh what would she do without her sole purpose to live. Her reason to lead her life as it was, her fingers now cupped the young woman’s face from such a simplistic fear. “What if…”

"If that happens, then I'll follow along with you to the afterlife. That's how she would've wanted it, right?” she replied, her short silhouette wrapped its’ arms around the woman’s funeral gown, simplistic in it’s design. Her chest clutched by those words as the others eyed her child with more than just contempt.

Barely above a whisper yet as if she was on her knees, the mother murmured in hopefulness. "Promise me?” Her daughter’s hand held firmly onto her own at those words but her eyes gazed into her soul with pity. "You've nearly broken a promise already, I don't think you can keep up. It’s unwise to do such a thing.”

Tears drowned out her sense of loss as she was guided back to sit down. Nothing felt righteous, each choice equally staining her judgement further than the last. Perhaps, this was the transformation she had tried to postpone and veil just a little longer from it’s inevitable end. “Is it true then?”

Was she finally ready to leave behind such a frail old lady and begin living as herself? “You’re being too cryptic again.” Did she finally find a solution to their problems? “Not yet.” Was it atonement that she found? Or a companion to replace such a mother? “You’re being too harsh on yourself. Nobody can replace one’s own mother.” What about her wish? “Will it be fulfilled? I’m sure it will. I’ll make sure of it.”

"I... love you so much…”

"I love you too," a subtle warmth traced her cheek with those words as she tucked her mother and let her drink 2 teacups of her own potion to sleep.

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With two adults knocked unconscious by mere tea, Rinka searched the kitchen for traces of ingredients to such a concoction. It would be wise to know what her mother had made. A woman incapable of harming others intentionally.

Arrowroot, mint, lavender, dried mandragora, coral skeletons, “Sedative #36”, a pestle, and tea strainer were found lying about, or pooled in the sink. Pacing back towards the teapot, there was a lingering scent she hadn’t picked up on before but it was familiar. Elementary in fact as she checked the contents of it. Nothing. Pure liquid.

“Based on the technique, it’s likely just tea mixed with a potion that induces lethargy,” she deduced. Although that also meant it’s much stronger than a mere calming potion. It would explain why Orter succumbed to the effects with more cups than her mother. It’s possible for a magic user to grow more immune with repeated exposure to such potions after all.

Her mother has barely bypassed both laws. A person receives a hefty fine or a maximum of 5 years in prison if they are found making, selling or distributing lethal homemade potions. She runs a vegetable business, so the need for a licence is avoided.

“The wake up elixir would be best but they both deserve a much needed break,” checking some jars. ‘Lethargy spells and potions never last long though, regardless of the dosage.’

‘But just incase, they might sleep in!’ Promptly using the kitchen to make it. The night passed by peacefully.

_ _ _

We left early for work, you seemed really peaceful so we didn’t want to disturb you.

Sorry for the lack of goodbyes! I’ll see you soon!

Love,

Your one and only daughter

Flipping over the paper revealed another note with different handwriting. Droplets trickled and strained the small paper at the phrase.

I hope you’ll allow me to take care of her moving forward.

_ _ _ _ _

This is like scheduled just before my birthday and my midcourses. Uhhh. I have like 2 episodes left but I'll probably post them in May (I am very distracted and my priorities are whack. I'm gonna die!)

#mashle oc #mashle fanfic idea #orter madl #mashle #mashle x oc #orter madl x oc #mashle fanfic #mashle x reader

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lordoftherazzles · 9 months

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Alright folks! I know I'm not really doing much for the AU-Gust event for FOTFICs, but when given the opportunity to finally write something for my beloved @i-did-not-mean-to, I simply HAD to! It's definitely not my usual sort of writing, but I had fun with it.

I hope you enjoy it, my friend!!

Characters: Ori x OC, Nori

Prompt: Poorly timed confessions + "Sorry I took so long"

Words: 1624

The mountain had been won, and restoration over the winter had been anything but dull, so for these quiet moments, Ori often found himself near the back of any gathering of dwarrow, even during meals if he could help it. Thankfully, ever since Bilbo had come into the company, some of the more hobbity ways of life had merged their way into the lives of the dwarrow. Perhaps that was more Thorin’s doing than anything, to help keep his new interest feeling at home, but it did give the others a fair chance at properly taking care of themselves.

At least when supplies and provisions were not something they had to scavenge for.

Sitting tucked away at the farthest end of one of the large stone tables of the feasting hall, Ori had a blank journal spread in front of him, food casually to the side, and a look of pure thought across his features. A bead sat stationary within the gutter of those blank pages he had yet to decorate with ink. The bead was immaculate, just as it was important. It was a reminder of the things he had left behind prior to this quest of Thorin’s that had now come to a close.

There were so few things that had made it all the way from Ered Luin to Erebor, and this was one of them. A small, but hardy thing, much like the dwarrowdam who had gifted it to him. Plucking the bead and rolling it between his fingers, a fond curve pulled at the corner’s of Ori’s lips, examining the design of that which was most special to him. He wondered how Lílja was doing these days. Was she still the studious dam he remembered? Or too busy breaking the hearts of many a dwarrow with an axe in hand?

Or perhaps breaking them literally.

It often made the scholarly dwarf wonder what she had seen in him, for she had been a force to be reckoned with. Smart, lovely, and fierce. Sighing to himself as he rolled that bead around once more, Ori’s lips dropped, his eyes falling closed and remembering a time that felt like so long ago…and yet, wasn’t that long ago at all.

The night before leaving Ered Luin, after many months of shy glances and careful gestures, Ori had been ready to pour his heart out. At first, he had thought of simply writing something and leaving it behind for Lílja, such as a letter or a poem, something to truly get his thoughts down, but in the end, he’d opted for verbally stumbling his way through a proper confession of his admiration.

Much to his surprise, while formerly forehead to forehead with the lovely dam he missed, Ori’s feelings had been reciprocated with the bead that was currently being rolled between his fingers.

A clap against the back of his shoulder sent the dwarf nearly jumping out of his skin.

“Thinking about your beaut, again, little brother?” Nori teased, fully thrilled to have caught Ori off guard as the younger dwarf fumbled with that bead, clutching it to his chest. “You could always write to her, you know.”

“The ravens have been working hard to deliver far more important things from our king to his sister, I would hate to overwork them…” Ori sighed, not bothering to shrug the arm that was suddenly slung over his arm as he relaxed, his eyes falling upon the bead in his palm once more. “I do miss her though.”

“Anyone with eyes can see that. Even Bilbo’s caught on!” Nori teased, reaching a hand over and playfully tweaking Ori's cheek, and finally getting a swat in his direction. “I have faith that you’ll get to see your dwarrowdam sooner rather than later.”

“Much as I would love that, I can’t help but believe that Lílja will be upset with me for leaving her like I did,” Ori lamented with a roll of his eyes before they settled on the king and consort-to-be that looked so dopey and enamored, reminding him of the doe eyes he’d been teased about making at Lí. “Did we look like that?”

“Even more sickeningly sappy, I promise.”

Trust in Nori to be honest, anyway. Ori took the words with grace though as he felt a smile pull at his lips, offering a grateful nod towards his older brother. “Perhaps I’ll have to come up with something more romantic if she ever speaks to me again after that poorly timed confession. Perhaps a bead of my own? Or a poem…”

“Or one of the thousands of sketches you’ve done of her since we left. I’m sure she’d keel over just knowing she’s not left your mind since we hit the road.” Squeezing Ori a bit in that shoulder-slung grip. “She’s a fine dam, you know.”

“She is!” Ori’s voice rose an octave, agreeing excitedly and quickly. “She’s fierce, and smart, and her beard…” The longing sigh could have blown the entire mountain away if it had just a little bit more force.

Hearing the quick scraping of boots against stone, Ori perked up to notice Thorin racing beyond his table, Bilbo at his heels and mentioning something about the first caravans from Ered Luin. Sharing a glance with Nori, Ori was quickly on his own feet as other dwarrow were also trickling their way to the main gate to welcome the first of those from the Blue Mountains. “You don’t think…?”

“Let’s go get your dam,” Nori urged, pushing Ori along.

Waiting anxiously, Ori bounced from foot to foot, a bead still clasped in his hand while a journal was long forgotten back in the feasting hall. His eyes were constantly moving, recognizing most faces, but none stuck out to him as important as the one he wanted to see. While watching Thorin embrace his sister, and how she eagerly was greeting Bilbo, it only produced a small smirk of amusement, but his attention continuously moved from dwarf to dwarf.

Whatever small surge of hope had flooded Ori’s chest began to wither away, right up until the point where he heard his name ringing loudly like a gong, It felt like the world had slowed as a particular dwarrowdam emerged from the caravan crowd with a very unimpressed look to her face as her eyes met his. It felt like being caught in the grip of trolls, that gaze, and Ori almost wished he’d stayed behind with his journal and his memories.

“She looks mad,” Nori whispered from behind in his ear, keeping the younger dwarf from tucking tail.

“Thank you for pointing that out,” Ori hissed, already aware of that fact as the dam in question was stomping his way. Furious as she looked, the warmth that bubbled about in his heart couldn’t be helped. She looked just as lovely as he remembered. The way her beard moved as she did, and the little glimpses of those heavily pierced ears, and the tattoos! He’d take an angry Lílja any day, over no Lílja at all.

“Best of luck, little brother,” Nori teased before retreating back a few steps, eager to watch from afar as the dark haired dam got within reach. All he hoped was that Ori didn’t stumble over his words again.

Bracing himself as Lílja stormed her way over, Ori forced a smile to his lips, shy as it was. “Hi Lí,” he barely stammered at least, his fingers locking together as he half expected for an axe to land in his skull, or a fist to clock his jaw.

“Hi? That’s all you have to say?” Lílja huffed as she took those last few steps and her arms moved, though not in the way anyone expected considering her stomping display across the stone. Instead, her hands moved to cup the sides of Ori’s face gently. “I’m sorry I took so long…” she murmured.

Reaching up to clasp around Lílja’s wrists, one hand awkwardly while hanging onto a bead, Ori felt his heart flutter, practically soaring to the heavens as his grin widened. “What do you mean? I’m the one who left—”

“And to say you were simply leaving for the Shire!” Lí snorted, “but…I’m sorry I took so long in getting here so that I could tell you to never do that again. Or at least take me with you! Our foolhardy king could have likely used a bit of sense among his company!”

Ori couldn’t help but laugh, flashing a glance over towards Thorin, Bilbo, and Lady Dis. “We had a bit of unexpected sense join our company, but I’m certain having you along would have spared us many headaches.”

“The Hobbit, over there?”

“Our burglar,” Ori winced as he watched Dis’ skull crash into Bilbo’s, and Thorin practically fell over in worry at the gesture. “And the future Consort Under the Mountain, should he survive Thorin’s sister. You will love him just as we do,”

“I can’t wait to meet him then, but until then, tell me all about this quest, for I have missed you dearly.” Lílja was quick to bonk her forehead far gentler against Ori’s before latching onto his arm, ready to be escorted deeper into the mountain and get a full retelling of the Quest for Erebor, now that seeing the victory had calmed her once worried heart.

“Of course, amrâlimê. I have a whole journal to show you!”

Typical Ori, and the truth of it was, seeing him alive and well had calmed her, not Erebor, not the king’s success, but Ori, and she wasn’t planning on letting him out of her grasp anytime soon—come dragonfire or high water.

#i hope you enjoy this lil thing my friend!#the hobbit #ori #ori the dwarf #ori x oc #nori #this is my first x oc writing lolol i'm expanding!!!#razzledrabbles #razzywrites #hobbit fic #fotfics

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taleofturtleclan · 1 year

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MOON 1

Day followed day, night followed night, and slowly the survivors began to recover from the shipwreck, building their home amongst the splintered wood of the wreck. Shell found herself grateful for Tidechaser’s presence, and the knowledge of the area that he brought to the survivors, though the tom always seemed... distant. it was odd, as he had been the one to ask to live among them, and yet he behaved as though they were imposing on him at times. At least he seemed to be getting along with Foam, one of the younger toms that had survived the wreck. After much consideration, Shell had decided it would be wise to have the older, more experienced cats train the younger ones. None of them other than Tidechaser knew the area particularly well, so she had asked the pale tom to teach Foam. He had agreed calmly, showing no sign of pleasure or annoyance at the task. She had decided to take that as a good sign.

Over the course of the moon, Foam had grown into a confident, intelligent cat. He contributed as much to the group as any of the older adults, and Shell felt it was time to honor that skill somehow. On a bright, sunny morning in newleaf, she called the survivors together before they went off for the day. It took a while for the cats to gather around their designated meeting place beneath the beached mast--Shell had heard some of the cats referring to it as the Tallmast recently, and she had to admit she liked the name.

As the survivors settled around the mast, Shell cleared her throat. “I’m sorry for calling you all together on such short notice. I thought... well, I realized recently that Foam has been doing as much for our group as any cat.” The big tom shuffled his paws with embarrassment. “You all know that I asked Tidechaser to teach him, but I feel that he has learned enough to look after himself as a full member of our group, without any specific supervision. His...apprenticeship is at an end. Foam, we thank you and honor you for your intelligence and pragmatism, and we welcome you as a full member of our group in your turn.” Shell wasn’t sure where exactly the words came from, but they felt right somehow.

Foam dipped his head graciously, his bronze eyes shining. “Thank you Shell, for your kind words. And you, Tidechaser, for teaching me so much.”

The gathered cats let out a few congratulatory meows, but as the noise died down, an annoyed hiss broke through the cheerful mood. “So he gets acknowledged, but I don’t?” Splash was lashing his tail back and forth with annoyance, the fur on his shoulders prickling. “Will I have to remain under your paw forever?”

Shell stifled a sigh. Splash was... well, he was defensive and a little bit selfish at times. He had a good heart, but he only seemed interested in doing the things he wanted to do. Shell had hoped that, by taking him on as her own apprentice, she could teach him to take a little more responsibility, but she had had little success thus far. “Splash,” she meowed calmly, “Foam is older than you by moons. Rest assured, your time will come, and Foam will still be expected to contribute to the group, same as you, same as all of us. I simply feel that he no longer needs direct supervision.”

“And I do?” Splash growled.

“You are a young cat and we are all in a strange new land with which we are unfamiliar,” Shell snapped, her patience waning. “My first priority is to keep you--all of you-- safe and alive. Like it or not, you just aren’t ready to go out without supervision.”

Splash held her gaze for a few heartbeats and then, to Shell’s surprise, sat down, his fur laying flat. So he is capable of reason, she thought wryly. Another thought struck her. “However, I do believe that it will be beneficial for you to have another young cat to train alongside. Current, come forward.”

The small ginger tom bundled his way through the small crowd, drawing a hiss of annoyance from Dustjump when he trampled over her tail.

“Current, I feel you are old enough to begin learning how to hunt and protect yourself as a member of this group. Sand will be your teacher--your mentor, until I deem you ready to act without supervision,” Shell announced. Sand, who had been huddled by the base of the Tallmast, gave a little start, and she heard a chirp of delight from him. Sand was very young to be training another cat, but Shell could not manage another apprentice in addition to Splash, and she didn’t feel comfortable asking Tidechaser to teach another cat so soon. Besides, Sand had proven himself intelligent and capable, and had taken to helping her lead the group without ever overstepping.

“Splash, though you are still training, it will be up to you to help show Current the ropes, to help him understand what will be expected of him,” Shell added. Splash puffed out his chest, seeming satisfied with this turn of events.

“Finally!” Current drew Shell’s attention back to him with his outburst. “I’ve been ready for ages now. What will we do first? Learn how to catch eels? Or maybe sharks? Ooh or will you teach me how to climb trees?”

Sand whisked his tail over the young tom’s mouth. “I think we’ll start with learning how to catch minnows from the tidepools,” he purred, his voice shaking with amusement.

“Tidepools it is!” Current gave a little bounce, his enthusiasm not diminished at all. Shell felt a tension leave her shoulders. maybe they really could make a life here. A good life, where they all looked after one another, learning and growing together.

#warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriorcats #TurtleClan #currentpaw #sandtail #splashpaw #shellstar #foamfeather #clangen #clan gen #clan generator #moon 1

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starset21 · 11 months

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Sincerely, Yours

Standard disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower Warnings: N/A Summary: Ria goes back home for an afternoon Looking for previous chapters? Sincerely, Yours Masterlist

Chapter 4:

Ria arrived at her family’s San Diego home a little after 11 a.m. the next day. The door was opened before she could even get halfway up the driveway, her german shepherd dog was running for her, with Mari standing in the doorway. Ria grinned as she greeted her pup with lots of affection. Once he was settled she walked the rest of the way with him on her heels. “Sorry Ria, he just bolted as soon as he heard your truck door,” the thirteen-year-old told her. “It’s alright Mari, Atlas wouldn’t have gone any further than me,” she told the girl as she brought her in for a hug. “Ma, I’m home,” she called out, hanging her keys on the designated hook. Two sets of footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Sarah Kazansky smiled as she walked into the main foyer, opening her arms for a hug. Ria obliged and wrapped her own arms around her mother and squeezed tightly. “My oldest baby is home, safe and sound,” she murmured, drawing back to look at her. Indira Kazanksy, coined Ria at a young age, the oldest Kazansky child at 29, knew how much those words meant to her family after her twin Everett or just Rhett for short was KIA. Her mother had tried so hard to convince Ria to pursue something with her engineering degree instead of aviation. Neither of the twins would listen. Their father had taken them to base one too many times when they were younger and they had both gotten bit by the aviation bug, though Rhett had gravitated towards weapons systems, much to their uncle Slider’s joy, Ria had a natural talent for piloting that both her father and Maverick did their best to nurture when she was young. She was then enveloped in a hug by 17-year-old Junior. The middle child. “Hey kiddo, how’s school?” she greeted, patting his back. “It’s good,” he told her, bending down to pat Atlas on the head. “Thanks for looking after him, Tj,” she told him. “We all know I’m his favorite, after you of course sis,” he teased. “Dad up in his office?” she asked. Her mother nodded and gave her a sad smile before heading into the kitchen while Tj and Mari went to go play some soccer in the backyard.

Atlas followed on her heels as she headed upstairs to her father’s office. She passed her room, and Mari’s before stopping at the door to the study and knocking. She heard the automated voice say come in. Tom Kazanksy was diagnosed with throat cancer 6 years ago. He had beaten it and gone into remission but it’s come back, and now it’s much more severe, leaving him in pain when he tried to speak. “Hey Dad, How’re you feeling?” she asked as she pushed the door open. Just fine, he signed. The entire Kazansky household had learned sign language as soon as it had gotten painful for Tom to speak much more than a few words the first time around with cancer so he wouldn’t have to rely on computers, phones, or notebooks to hold conversations with the family. Ria frowned. I don’t want to talk about it, he added as she took a seat in the comfortable leather chair across from him looking at the various photos on the walls like her and Rhett’s senior portraits, Junior and Mari’s school pictures, pictures of the whole family, their academy graduation, and even their wing-pinning ceremony when he pinned the wings on her chest as Slider pinned them on her twin. “Fine, what do you want to talk about?” she asked turning her attention to him fully. Atlas curled up at her feet and stared up at her with his adoring brown eyes. How’s training? “It’s fine, I got tone on Mav during the dogfighting exercises.” That’s my girl. Ria smiled but her father could see that something was weighing on her heavily. What is it? “It’s training for a suicide mission at this point Dad, and we don’t even have all the details yet. I don’t know if we’re ready for this,” she admitted. You’ll be ready when the time comes. Her dad coughed causing her to look back at him, he had stood up and walked around his desk so he was next to her, and Ria stood too causing Atlas to stand, wanting to get a few pats on the head from the older man. He coughed a few times more before clearing his throat. “I’m so proud of you Ria, you’ll get the job done and you’ll come home to us.” Water rimmed Ria’s eyes, though she didn’t allow them to fall. “You’re not supposed to be talking Dad.” Tom shook his head and opened his arms to her and she stepped into them, allowing his embrace to take her back in time to when she was little and the safest place in the world was in his arms and she then allowed a few tears to fall. He held his daughter tightly until she stopped crying then promptly signed at her to go get cleaned up and to go play some soccer with Mari, as she had been dying for some real competition. Ria offered him a wary smile and a nod before leaving his office, Atlas again at her heels.

Mari was giggling as TJ chased Ria, who had just stolen the ball from him, and ran towards her. “C’mon Mari, shoot!” She cheered as she passed the ball to the younger girl. She scored and Ria rushed over to her, picking her up and spinning her around, eliciting more giggles from the girl, Atlas barking happily as he followed them around. Meanwhile, Sarah is opening the door again. “Maverick,” Sarah greets, pulling him into a hug. Maverick glances out the back door to see Ice’s kids playing soccer and laughing, all with wide grins on their faces. That’s good, after the week they’ve had he was glad to see Ria relaxing with family. Sarah wrings her hands together. Maverick noticed and frowned. “It’s come back?” he asked. “No one knows but the family. There’s nothing else they can do. Speaking is painful,” Sarah tells him and Maverick softens. “Sarah, I’m so sorry,” he said. Sarah nods towards the staircase, “he’s upstairs.” Maverick made the trek up the stairs and he knocked as a courtesy before opening the door, hearing him coughing. “Admiral.” Ice turned to him, gesturing to the old chair that was against the wall. “How’s my wingman?” Mav asks as he takes a seat. Ice smiles before leaning over and typing. I want to talk about work. Maverick shakes his head. “Please don’t worry about me, what can I do for you?” he asks. Ice points at the screen again and Maverick chuckles. “All right,” he sighed. “Well, Rooster’s still angry with me about what I did. I thought eventually he would understand why. I hoped he’d forgive me.” Ice nodded and leaned forward typing, There’s still time. Maverick shook his head. “The mission is less than three weeks away. The kid’s not ready. None of them are.” Ice’s fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment until he typed out, Then teach them. “They don’t want what I have to give.” Ice waved him off. “Ice, please, don’t ask me to send someone else to die. Please don’t… Don’t ask me to send them. Send me,” Maverick practically begged. It’s time to let go. Maverick’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he thought about how he was going to respond. “I don’t know how.” Ice pursued his lips. Maverick sighed. “I’m not a teacher, Ice. I’m a fighter pilot. A naval aviator. It’s not what I am. It’s who I am. How do I teach that?” he asked. “And even if I could teach it, it’s not what Bradley wants. It’s not what the Navy wants. That’s why they canned me the last time. The only reason I’m here is you. If I send them on this mission, they might never come home. And if I don’t send him, he’ll never forgive me. Either way, I could lose him, forever.” The ‘It’s time to let go’ on the computer blinked at him. Maverick sighed. “I know… I know.” Ice exhaled deeply before clearing his throat with a few coughs. “The Navy needs Maverick. The kid needs Maverick. That’s why I fought for you. That’s why you’re still here,” he said hoarsely. The two men embrace. “Thank you, Ice, for everything,” he said after a moment. “One last thing. Who’s the better pilot? You or me?” Ice asks, a soft smile on his face. “This is a nice moment. Let’s not ruin it,” Maverick replies with a chuckle.

#top gun maverick #jake seresin x oc #starset writes #tom kazansky #pete mitchell

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sischan · 1 year

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Here are a few doodles I did today after getting back on my computer after resting for a few days. During the time I was resting, I played ocarina of Time again after playing Skyward Sword, but this made me come up with a theory. One that I have mention in my lineage timeline I made based around the child timeline and the games that are mostly my favorites. Any-who, the little theory that came to mind when playing revolved around Rauru, as at first I though he was just a sage of light, but after playing Skyward Sword again. Allowed me to draw a possible conclusion that Rauru might be the son of Zelda and Link after they settled on the surface. My thoughts came to this theory as Rauru is sage of light, and he is the protector of the triforce.

another doodle,

Something in Skyward Sword that was hinted to be Hylia's duty, which lead her to born as Zelda in the game. Only we know from Twilight Princess that shortly after Skyward Sword, a war between the Interlopers and the hylains took place. I like to think the Interlopers were fallen Sheikah that wished to use the powers of the triforce for their own gain, while the faithful sheikah aided the Hylains in the constructions of the kingdom of Hyrule. Soon the responsibility of watching over the triforce soon became Rauru's duty to full-fill as he possessed the powers to protect the artifact. My theory also involves Rauru having a daughter that would take over the throne after he seals himself away, with the first Queen Zelda to possess the sealing powers like her father, but not as strong. With Rauru waiting patiently like Impa aging in the sacred Realm, but not vanishing until his duty is fulfilled. One that allowed him to meet the reborn spirit of the hero, one that would remind him of his own father. Although in Ocarina of time we get to meet Rauru after waking up in the sacred realm in game, but when Link is sent back to relive his childhood I always wondered. Did Rauru in this relived timeline get put to rest or is he still sealed in the sacred realm? Well after playing Twilight Princess, I began to conclude in my playthrough that Rauru did pass, but the sage of Light that would follow after him wasn't Zelda in the Child timeline. Midna in my opinion was made the next Sage of Light after Rauru, as after beating Ganondorf, the light spirits are seen by Midna. After assuming she was killed by Ganondorf, but I think she was only to be turned around and saved by the goddesses. Since they are the ones that sent the Light spirits to protect Hyrule. With my coming to the conclusion that as Hylia planned her cycle of rebirth as Zelda and Link, I like to think the goddesses made a plan of their own for when Hylia's plan would fall apart. Making me continue to think that in botw the triforce isn't completed as a the triforce of wisdom is kept safe within the Twilight Realm under the protection of Midna or her heir. I also like to theorize in Twilight Princess Link (I call Lalon) actually uses the mirror in his house as a way into the Twilight Realm as the mirror holds a Dark Link. As in the Light Spirit of Lake Hylia shows Link a vision of the interlopers and Dark Link was displayed, with me thinking that Lalon unlike his predecessor has yet to conquer himself. Aka fight his version of Dark Link. Thank you for reading my little ramble! a doodle of Rauru in his older age before sealing himself in the sacred realm,

A flat coloring I did for Rauru, I need to add the designs on his clothing, but I wanted to give a rough idea for what he possibly looked younger. Especially if he was indeed the son of Skyward Sword Link and Zelda. ^-^) Thank you for reading my rambling and viewing my doodles!

#Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword #link x Zelda #rauruocarinaoftime #link skyward sword #zelda skyward sword #legend of zelda theory #legend of zelda fanart

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goblinspumpkinpie · 2 years

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The Notes Upon the Page (Norman x Reader) pt. 1

As the caretaker of Harry, you discover one of your many talents is also one of the greatest restrictions upon the Osborn family. And it drives you to answer a simple question: where did it all start from?

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Hello everyone! I haven't written a proper reader insert in nearly 9 years and thought "hell, why not do it again?" Well, this took about 2 months to work up the courage to post, so a massive thank you to @softimaginescity for being my no. 1 supporter through the entire process!Sorry there isn't more Norman in this! I wanted to set up a couple things first.

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"My father hates music."

The phrase blindsides the ears. A stark contrast to the otherwise suggested, given the instruments lined upon the walls and tucked into the corners of the room. One quick count reveals 16 instruments, each organized and arranged in what could be interpreted as orchestral form. Even the grand piano stands center and forefront to the door, adding to the aesthetic pleasure.

But the observation also begs the question: “Why does he have so many instruments?”

Harry’s hesitant eyes turn upwards until his gaze meets yours. He’s got a thousand words to say, but none which find their way to his mouth. And for good reason. He doesn't need to explain his father's arrogance and pride in the monopoly the Osborn family rests upon. The instruments are for show; a mixture of eastern and western to reinforce the subtle musical intellect Norman Osborn hopes to convey to any visitors. Some are even custom designed by overseas companies.

What does become vocalized is a change in description as Harry searches for better phrasing. "I guess he doesn't really hate music. He just doesn't want to hear it. I think it reminds him of Mom 'cause she used to play.”

It's a sombre story, tucked inside dismissal. Moreover, it seals off an entrance to the one world where the remnants of Harry's mother’s memories lie. Space and time repeatedly prove no competition against a timeless tune, and Emily's legacy is likely no exception. Waiting to be unlocked. But the bridges to reach her remain unbuilt. Each time Harry tries to lay the planks, his father destroys them.

It pains the younger Osborn to look at the instruments, his desire to understand their magic and his mother so apparent upon his face. So much so he's fallen quiet in favor of thinking. Ignoring you, as though he's forgotten he's not the only one in the room.

By no means is your presence unvalued. That you know. Your reasoning for stepping deep within Oscorp territory comes with a job acceptance to become the Osborn family's personal caretaker. What the full job description entailed, Norman Osborn never clarified; a classic Osborn conundrum, now that you’ve had nearly a year to investigate how he operates.

While Norman found your occasional flustered confusion and aimless wandering around the giant Oscorp building amusing, he never lost sight of the only blatant request he gave the first day you arrived: watch after his son when he couldn’t. Part of you expected Harry to protest against the idea of a “babysitter”, given he would turn 10 in the Fall. To an extent, Harry does show signs of frustration should you overstep his boundaries, his Osborn pride and Lyman stubbornness getting the better of him.

But the latter half of the months you’ve spent as his caretaker have been with the fullest of acceptance. Not just by Harry, whose childhood no longer slodges through complete loneliness, but by Norman, who has shockingly complimented your efforts once. According to the older Osborn, you’ve settled into the perfect balance of parent and friend, filling the emptiness pitted within the son. “If it weren’t for Peter, you might be his best friend,” Norman had said.

It’s that same bond that leads Harry to show off the music room. A room that probably shouldn’t be as easy to unlock with the swipe of a single keycard if Norman's restricted access inside. Now, as you study the wall of membranophones, you have to ask: "Your mother played all these instruments?”

"Oh yeah,” Harry says immediately. “At least that’s what Lucille told me. Oh yeah, you’ve never met Lucille. She was my mom’s maid; she works for Dad somewhere else now and doesn't visit me often. But she said Mom made a bunch of recordings of herself, then layered all the recordings to make a song. And then she put them on tapes. Hey, wait! I have one! Wanna hear?”

You agree, prompting Harry to skip to the piano bench. Sunbleach has overtaken the giant instrument from years of neglect, the sight a stab to your heart. Norman not only has one of the nicest pianos in the world made by an overseas company, but he’s decided it’s not worth his time to protect the hardwood. Cast to the side like a toy. In contrast, Harry remains unconcerned and unaware of the poor instrument’s condition, having become too wrapped up in retrieving a cassette tape from inside the bench. He holds it up as though he’s found ancient gold, then shuts the bench and drags it to a shelf with a stereo, where he places the tape in the cassette player ever so delicately.

Perhaps you expected to hear the piano, given where the tape was kept. Instead, the shrill trill of a tin whistle greets your ears, each note played with ever so select precision despite the rapid speed. A single guitar accompanies the tune, deepening the jig with cheerful chords just as exuberant as its partner. Yet never does the melody never becomes lost, accented notes keeping it organized and understandable in the chaos.

It's almost incredible. You’ve seen pictures of Emily scattered about the penthouse, all portraying her as a rather petite and dainty woman, even if she's the taller one between the Osborn adults. All of them deceiving, now knowing just how much power she put into her performances.

“Your mom played both parts?” Your voice may have given away your astonishment more than intended.

“Yep! Lucille says she even wrote this piece.”

“She really knew how to play,” you comment as you glance at the loopy cursive on the spine of the tape's case. This particular ensemble is named Don’t Fret About It.

It’s another minute before the song ends. Rather abruptly, as most jigs would, with only two notes and one chord to lead out the end. Only after it finishes does Harry speak again.

“I wanna learn how to play that someday, but I don’t know how to play an instrument. Mom tried to teach me when I was a kid but I didn’t care.” To be fair, Emily also died when Harry was 3. Most children wouldn’t care about instruments yet. But those thoughts are brief, for Harry has more to say, the words drawing a frown to his lips though his exact thoughts never surface to transparency. “Do you have any regrets? Because that’s what I regret. I wish I had paid attention."

Perhaps this is opportunity knocking. One that you’re meant to seize...which you are before you’ve had a chance to consider your words or their consequences.

“Would you still like to learn?”

“If my father will let me have lessons.” Harry wanders over to the piano and opens the fallboard, studying the ivory keys.

Right. Always down to Norman. The man whose idea of parenting could be described in one word, yet takes an essay to explain. To Norman, Harry’s life lays in detail upon an invisible planner, calculated out year by year, month by month, day by day. And if the plan ever goes awry, there was always a backup plan.

The one thing Norman doesn't calculate for is you. Nor could he ever have, for your name isn’t the most well-known when it comes to leaving a record of your musical career. What is out there is only known by word of mouth. Which gives you the rare opportunity.

You join Harry’s side in standing at the piano, raising one hand and pressing a few select keys and encouraging him to copy. As expected of the sunbeaten beaut, the piano is out of tune and impersonates a saloon instrument far more than its concert hall design suggests. Dust which collected upon the keyboard now touches your fingertips with a gritty consistency. The pedals cry in dire need of oil, prompting you to choose to forget their existence for the time being. Yet none of these imperfections take away from the sheer joy upon Harry’s face as he realizes he’s playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

He's a fast learner, faster than you prepared for. Within a few playthroughs, Harry understands not only the keys to press, but which fingers to use and where to position his wrist. All from a few few visual demonstrations upon your part. And it prompts you to ask another question:

“Maybe I could teach you?”

You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen Harry beam until he could pop, but what’s there to blame? The gleam in his eyes confirms he's wished for this moment for years, but never found the pathway to make it a reality until now. “Really??” He asks, unable to mask his feelings. “When do we start?”

“Which instrument do you want to learn first?”

“I wanna learn how to play the guitar! That was Mom’s favorite instrument because she always has it in pictures with her—” His words screech to a halt, his eyes adjusting to the stiffness that settles upon the atmosphere over your shoulder. The joy that captivated him drains just as easily from his face as it arrived.

“Hi Dad.”

Only then do you turn to face your boss standing in the doorway of the room. If there’s disappointment upon Norman's face, it's well hidden behind the frustration. The stoic businessman isn't known to be friendly, but now knowing the father's hated for music were far beyond an exaggeration makes the older Osborn’s sharp cold glare even more intimidating, green eyes burning through your head.

"Harry, aren't you supposed to be focusing on your studies?" He wonders aloud. A routine, passive aggressive question he's used multiple times in various scenarios, and one that only codes as fatherly worry when in front of strangers.

Not before you. You've been around Oscorp for far too long to be an acquaintance. Although one could argue you’re still an amateur, given you know very little about the man's personal endeavours. What you do know is that it’s summer, and Harry doesn’t have school, nor any summer camps to attend.

But you have no say in the matter, and Harry doesn't either. Nor does he fight back. Or even attempt to. "Yeah," is all he says, head turning down. He starts for the door, pausing as he passes you. “Can you get the tape?" And then he's gone, shoving past his father as he runs away. Norman attempts to make eye contact, but it’s futile.

You let Harry go, knowing he’ll likely head upstairs to his room. Your next step is towards the stereo, Norman’s eyes following your every move as he sets a small black box upon a nearby shelf. Only when the cassette tape is back in its case does he speak.

"I didn't know you could play the piano."

“A little,” you say as you shut the stereo. Under your breath, you mutter, "It's easier if the piano is tuned.”

"What?" Norman asks, stepping closer and tilting his head so his right ear leads.

You wave his question off, moving towards the piano. Your eyes meet as you place a little more enunciation upon your lips. "Nothing, I was just talking to myself."

Recognition flickers across Norman's face as he glances at the tape. And not in a positive way. "Where did you get that?"

"I found it," The gears in your mind immediately suspect something else is on Norman's thoughts. Something that causes you to tuck the tape in the corner of the bench, opposite of where a stack of bleached papers sit. Perhaps it’s counterintuitive, showing the man exactly where the tape is instead of taking it with you for protection. Yet part of you doubts he would have the heart to snap it in half or throw it away, as it's one of the few memories left of his late wife.

Closing the piano’s fallboard is the last task you complete before turning to study the man. He's emotionless, motionless, and unreadable. It makes for an intriguing combination, given his usually eccentric and motivated desire to banter. It also doesn't help deducing his intentions.

"Is there something you need?"

He's tempted to answer with detail. Instead, he ignores voicing it in favor of prodding his pet subject. "How’s Harry?”

"He’s good. Hasn’t changed since yesterday.” The snark isn’t met with approval. “It’s about his snack time. You're welcome to come if you want.”

"That isn't my job.” His voice sharpens as he switches topics again. “I thought I told you this room was off limits.”

“You did.”

“And you disobeyed my wishes.”

“Under the better interests of your son. As you obeyed me to do.”

Silence fills the space as Norman scans you over with great scrutiny. From your very eyes, down your face, to the shoulders, then falling through your torso and beyond before his gaze is back to your face. Like he’s assessing you, questioning why you’re not challenging him, and yet forcing him to hear what he doesn’t want.

And that’s what frustrates him most. All he can do is raise a hand and flick a lazy thumb over his shoulder. “Get out of here.” And you obey, stepping by him very similar to how Harry did just moments earlier. The only difference is that you keep your head up and your face always in view of his sight as you pass. Norman shuts the door behind you. He casts one more warning glance your way before heading to the penthouse elevator, pausing in his step when his fingers fail to find the item he needs in his pocket. Briefly, he pretends nothing is wrong to hide the level of concern he feels.

Too bad a year of working from him leaves his body language easy to deduce. “Norman,” you call, giving him a second to register your voice and direction it came from. “You left it on the shelf in the music room.”

Norman doesn't bother to thank you, swiping his Oscorp card to enter the room and return with the black box, which he pops open. The last thing you see of the man is him replacing his hearing aids before entering the elevator. Only then do you head to the third floor to find Harry setting up a board game.

Harry’s not in a mood for too much discussion, but he has the energy to mumble, “Do you know how to play Mahjong?” Shaking your head opens the opportunity for the youngster to boss you around and teach you the rules, regardless if you know the game or not. Within seconds, he’s forgotten what he was even angry about.

But while a smile accompanies your struggling to understand the rules Harry’s gleefully over-complicated in explanation, your mind remains elsewhere. You can't wrap your head around Norman's thought process. On one hand, he refuses to listen to Emily’s work despite it being possibly the closest memory of her soul. On the other, he keeps her instruments around, as though he expects her to return and play them again.

And it makes you wonder.

#norman osborn #norman osborn x reader

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inthishousewestanspiderpunk · 2 years

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Yoooooooo, I'm baaaaack!

Heyo, it's been a while, I know! I have been busy but also not busy? Finished my theatre, moved house, diagnosed with adhd and put on meds, turned 26, it's been a heck of a month! And in between that, I have been working on Félix and Pepa smut! But what's this? A new challenger had entered the ring? Everyone, may I introduce you to Paquita! Now, Paquita is sadly not my own character, she is made by my-spirit-phone and she is Pepa and Félix's partner with her design being inspired by a concept art for Pepa as shown below! She is a lovely woman, she loves to help people and always lends an ear to those who need to vent. She loves her motorbike, good wine, cigars and of course, her found family. I hope you love her as much as I do and enjoy this fic as well!

Till next time,

Charlotte :) x

"Gracias Juli!"

"Si, gracias!"

"We owe you one!"

SLAM!

Julieta laughed and shook her head at the door, before casting her attention to Dolores in her arms.

"Ay, I don't know mi vida, do you?" she clucked gently, kissing her head. The baby yawned and lazily began to chew her fist, covering it in a light coating of drool. "Come on. Let's see what Tio Bruno's up to, hmm?" Dolores gurgled in response, her dark eyes looking at Julieta as they made their way downstairs to give the adults their privacy.

Behind the now closed and locked door, Félix grinned and clapped his hands greedily, with both Paquita and Pepa giving him the same lustful look. Pepa bowed lowly and laughed, a rainbow appearing above the throuple. "Ladies first," she said to Paquita, blowing her a kiss. "Oh, you flatter me, but everyone knows it's age before beauty." "Mm, is that so?" Paquita nodded. "It is cariña." "Well in that case, would you like to pick out a few toys for us?" She nodded again and went to the drawer where they kept their impressive collection of toys. Whilst being intimate with one another wasn't anything new, even Paquita had yet to discover the true extent of their personal collection. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the assortment; so many shapes, colours, textures…holy shit, they had rope! Paquita couldn't help but smile a little. This was going to be good.

"We call that one thunder," Félix laughed as Paquita inspected a glittery pink double ended dildo at arm's length. It was decorated with bumps and ridges at both ends and had a slight curve to it. "It's okay vida, they're all washed," Pepa reassured, giving Paquita a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The younger woman visibly relaxed and felt the weight of the toy in her hands. "What's this one?" she asked, putting 'thunder' down and picking up a silicone bulb shaped one with a fluffy round tail attached to the base.

"Oh that's where it went! Félix! Paquita found your favourite!"

Félix looked up and grinned sheepishly as he saw what was found. "Ay Paquita, that is for mi culo," he explained, laughing at her reaction as she suddenly dropped it.

"So you're saying this goes in there?"

"Yup. It vibrates, too!" as if to prove a point, Félix took the toy and pressed a button, where it buzzed to life.

"Why the tail though? Isn't it kinda…fluffy for you?"

It was Pepa's turn to speak up this time. "That's the point, corazon. El es un conejito, and a very cute one at that." She winked and pursed her lips to her husband, who reddened considerably. Paquita couldn't help but notice a swirl of fog settling around their feet and smirked a little.

"El conejito, you say?" she asked, taking a step towards Félix. "Pray tell, how do we spot the elusive pink tail bunny?"

"Well…first we need to set the bait, get him nice and comfortable," Pepa purred, her fingertips lightly grazing the back of her wife's neck. Oh, she didn't just mean Félix. Paquita shuddered at the contact, letting a small whimper escape. Pepa smirked and kissed the skin, her tongue poking at just the right spot. Her taste was fairly similar to that of Félix, but different somehow. More clean and floral. Humming softly, she created a suction and began to suck. Félix chuckled and nodded in appreciation as he sat down on the bed. "That's my girl, you let her know who she belongs to," he said lowly as the scene began to play out. He sat back and grinned as Pepa pressed her clothed body against Paquita's and their lips touched. Paquita groaned at the contact and opened her mouth a little, allowing Pepa to gain access which she did with little prompting. Their tongues danced and ran along the other's lips; teeth were nibbling and nipping the skin with a tongue quickly following. Who's tongue it was neither had any idea, but it was complete bliss and Félix loved being witness to this.

His pants had now developed into a clear tent and he dipped a hand below the waistband of them and groaned at the touch, hissing a little as he swiped his thumb over the head.

"Need help, amor?" Pepa asked sweetly, looking up from her make out session with Paquita before sauntering over to the bed. Félix nodded, pulled her in with his free arm and put his hand on her breast which wasn't difficult considering the size. "Always mi vida," he replied, kissing her deeply, tasting Paquita and Pepa on his lips. He took his hand out of his pants and put his thumb in Pepa's mouth as soon as their lips parted. "Suck for papi," Félix instructed, his voice firm but fair. She did as she was told, but scraped her teeth along the digit to mess with him. This did not go down well and Pepa squeaked as she felt the sting of hand on ass which dissipated into radiating warmth as quickly as it had appeared. "Now Pepa, that's not what good girls do, is it?" Félix mused, raising an eyebrow and lifting Pepa's chin to get her to look his way. He didn't expect eye contact but he did expect her to look in his general direction. He may have been a daddy, papi, sir, master and a myriad of other titles and had a good control of both women given the context, but he wasn't a complete monster.

She muttered a 'no' and more fog began to swirl around, covering the floor in a light haze that enveloped the bottom of the bed.

"No they don't. Good girls do as they're told and don't bite the thumb that feeds them."

Paquita made a noise in agreement as she hitched her dress up a little. She had found a toy that she liked the look of and wanted to put it to the test. Seeing Pepa so soft and vulnerable and quite frankly, so pathetic, did things to her. It wasn't something she could describe, but she knew she liked what she felt and wanted to put two and two together.

"Ay Paquita, let Pepa do the work. After all, she needs to be taught a lesson," Felix cooed, shaking his head as Pepa flipped him off and a small rumble of thunder was heard moments later. Paquita kissed Pepa's forehead and booped her on the nose, before handing her the toy she had picked out; a medium sized flesh coloured dildo. Being a relatively small woman, Paquita hated toys and cocks that were too big for her. They would be intimidating and men, she found, seemed to think that jackhammering themselves into her amounted to pleasure when in reality it left her sore and bruised, aching for days afterwards.

Not to say she also enjoyed a challenge and there were always exceptions to the rule. She bunched up the rest of her dress and handed the dildo over to Pepa, waiting with trepidation as she watched her oil it up.

"Does pequeña Paquita want this?" Pepa cooed, studying the now glistening toy. She looked at it and then back to her partner as if she were a collector in a museum studying a fine piece of art. Paquita nodded affirmatively, feeling her core start to throb with need. Pepa cocked her head to listen and shrugged. "I'm not hearing anything. Félix, can you hear something?" Félix shook his head as he shuffled his pants off which given his erection was easier said than done.

"No mi amor, no puedo escuchar nada." "Neither can I. It's a shame, too. I think our little toy would like this." Pepa emphasised the last part, slapping the dildo into her hand like a bat. A wind began to whip up around her and a dark cloud hung ominously in the air above. "You'd have thought that our little toy would know by now the power of communication. And how she knows that if she is to get what she wants, she must-" she emphasised, poking Paquita's clit with the head. "Use." The head slipped in, Paquita yipping in surprise. "Her." Pepa pushed it in a little further and watched how her partner's body responded. "Words." At that, the red head pulled the veined dildo back and then pushed it in again teasingly.

Paquita's eyes rolled in the back of her head when Pepa inserted it. It was veined and hit all the right spots. Pepa smiled a little and dipped her head, putting her lips directly onto her wife's clit, earning a satisfied moan. She splayed her tongue out flat, her nose right against Paquita and began to pull the toy back out, only to push it in again. In, out, in, out. Her moans grew louder and more wanting as she was continuously fucked and sucked.

Pepa's tongue lapped and slurped obnoxiously as Paquita got more wet and aroused. Her juices tasted salty and slightly bitter all in one and she couldn't get enough of it, drinking as if it was manna from heaven. It might as well have been as far as Pepa was concerned.

All the while, Félix was stroking himself again, enjoying the view of his partner being fucked, her hickied neck arching and her breathing starting to become ragged as she tried to suppress the force that threatened to engulf her body. He took his hand off his erection and went over to the two women with a clear plan in mind.

"Arms up."

As much as Paquita wanted to run her hands through Pepa's hair as she was being eaten out, she did as she was told and held her arms above her head. In one fell swoop, Félix pulled off the offending item and discarded it on the floor. He marveled at her naked body, years of stretch marks, scars, wrinkles and freckles adorning her frame. He was surprised that she hadn't any tattoos, but she always said she had a fear of needles which caught him off guard when revealed.

Félix ran his tongue along her neck and down her side until he got to her breast and grazed his teeth upon it, making Paquita cry out. It was amazing how close she was to cumming for someone who claimed to last forever in bed. "Sssh, don't want to be too loud, now do we?" Félix whispered, cupping his strong hand against her mouth and being careful to ensure that she still got an oxygen supply.

Paquita shook her head, her cries muffled as Pepa swirled her tongue around her soaking wet folds, the dildo being pushed in and out at a faster pace as she grew closer with her legs clenching and toes flexing.

"Buena chica, eso es todo. Córrete para nosotros, aquí vamos, buena mascota…"

Paquita gasped against Félix's hand and her body shuddered as she came with Pepa quick to suck the juices squirting around the toy, making sure to get every last bit. Her wife writhed in pleasure with her hips bucking upwards, one hand stroking Pepa's graying ginger curls that were now wet from where she squirted extra hard and gained distance. Pepa took it upon herself to give Paquita one last suck and kiss before pulling the dildo out.

"Mmm, such a good job, mi vida," she smirked as she licked the shaft and stood back up, looking Félix in the eye. "You came so fucking well." The younger woman nodded breathlessly; she seriously needed to cut down on the cigars if this was to be a regular occurance.

"That…fuck me, Pep, how did you do that?"Paquita finally sat up. "I ain't come like that in years!"

Pepa raised an eyebrow and kept silent. "I have my ways."

"No fucking shit. I feel almost obliged to return the favour."

Another eyebrow raise. "Almost?"

Paquita blushed a little and looked away, feeling Pepa's eyes bore into her.

"Use your words, mi princesa."

"Okay, I want to return it."

"Excelente, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No mami."

Pepa smirked. "Good girl. Do you want Félix to fuck you whilst this is happening? Remember, you don't have to say yes."

Paquita gulped and nodded; she missed the feeling of the dildo already, so to have the real thing would be even better. "S-si."

Pepa motioned to Félix to come over with a slight move of her head. "She's all ready for you cariño."

Félix rubbed his cock and grabbed the small bottle of oil from the dresser as Pepa positioned herself so that she was using Paquita's face as a seat. "Ay, so comfortable," she mused, grinding against her mouth, which made Paquita moan in agreement and flick her tongue against Pepa's dripping wet slit.

Meanwhile, Félix had finished lubing up and was lining himself against his partner. Having a sister in law who knew her way around herbs and when brewed into a tea made a decent birth control and eradicated any unwanted surprises and infections really helped, so condoms weren't too much of an issue.

As Félix slid in with ease and Paquita started to pleasure Pepa properly with her mouth, lips parted and the room was a choir of moans and whimpered names.

"So tight today, Paquita! Just how papi likes it."

"Mmmph! Pbpuh! Mbhbmmmmm…"

"Bit down, ay! That's the spot!"

Félix rutted and dug his thumbs into Paquita's thighs. He loved fucking both women and of course would always prefer Pepa over Paquita, she was his wife, it was a given, but something about Paquita's curves did things to him and an almost animalistic urge would take over. He felt he could be more rough with her somehow, more demanding. Was it because they hadn't known each other that long? There was a sense of jealousy somehow? That he'd been replaced? There was plenty of time for contemplation and questions after, but right now it was about making himself and the two women in his life feel good.

On top, Pepa was whimpering and moaning for all she was worth; Paquita was definitely better at eating her pussy than Félix was. No offence to him, but he was a little too rough, often getting toothy and leaving her with bruising that even Julieta's cooking struggled to fix. Shivering in pleasure, Pepa ground her weight down so she was positively smothering the poor woman underneath. But judging from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it and could still breathe, so not all hope was lost. Still, better be safe than sorry…

"You alright there Paquita?" she asked sweetly as she propped herself up using her hands, only the slapping of Félix's balls and his grunts breaking the silence. Paquita's sweaty red face nodded and she grinned, showing the gap in her teeth. "All good here Pep!" She was surprisingly chipper for someone getting spit-roasted but given she'd been in Paquita's position many a time, Pepa understood. Being in the middle of her two favourite people, being pleasured by one and giving to another, Paquita was in absolute heaven.

"Buena chica," Pepa murmured, dipping her body back down to be eaten out again. "Oh you eat me so well, mami is very proud. Si…" Paquita continued to work on Pepa, dragging her nails along Pepa's thighs leaving a marked trail that was threatening to well up with dots of blood and even pushing her ass up with one hand to insert a finger into her pussy. Out of the three, she was definitely the strongest. Pepa shuddered at the sensation that hit her core; fuck, that was the spot! She threw her head back, her pert breasts bouncing softly as she rode Paquita's face and fingers. A minute passed and Pepa moaned as she felt herself squirt right into her partner's mouth with Paquita not minding one bit; she was loving it and the fact that she got Pepa to squirt was a huge turn on for her.

"Is Paquita getting close?" Félix asked sweetly, the muscles clamping down with each thrust into her body. "Mmhmm," she responded, her voice muffled as Pepa continued to ride her tongue, getting close to orgasm herself.

"Don't stop…" Pepa murmured, biting her lip harshly, wincing a little as she felt her teeth sink down and draw blood. She tasted the sting of copper as a trickle of blood flowed onto her tongue and coated the back of her throat. She was close, she was so, so close. Her heart pulsed out warmth that synced in time with her clit and her breath deepened. She was gonna, any-

"Oh Paquita!" Pepa screamed as she finally came. Her legs shook uncontrollably and the blinding heat radiated all over, making her scream again as it reached her brain, enveloping the woman in a comforting sensation that could only be described as a release of pure energy. Paquita continued to suck and lick Pepa through the orgasm, feeling her own build up as Félix moved his hips; in, out, in, out….just the tip. At this point, Pepa knew that Paquita would be wanting some air that wasn't filled with pussy and she gingerly climbed off and lay next to her, watching what was going to happen.

Félix jutted his hips up more into Paquita's walls and she whimpered softly with her toes curling and body tensing, her mouth forming an 'o' with no sound escaping.

"That's it, good girl, cum for papi," Félix whispered in encouragement, circling her aching clit with his thick fingers. Her whole body was taut, ready to unravel at a moment's notice. Félix applied more pressure onto the swollen nub and pumped into her cunt once, twice…

That was what she needed; the barrier had opened and Paquita thrashed and writhed on the bed, completely speechless but completely overtaken with pleasure as she came. Having his partner cum against his cock was the catalyst for Félix's own orgasm. He clenched his feet and grunted as he spilled his seed into her, having to grip onto the bedpost in order to stop his legs from completely buckling and giving out underneath him. He shuddered once more and pulled out, the last few drops of cum leaking from his cock and dripping onto Paquita's crotch, intermingling with her public hair.

Pepa pulled Paquita in for a side hug and kissed her cheek proudly. She loved the bones off this woman! Paquita wrapped her thick leg around Pepa's slim one and melted more into the hug. Félix wiped his brow and grabbed a towel that was thrown into the corner whilst the two women snuggled and bathed in the afterglow.

"I don't know about you senoras, but that was the best one yet!" he declared as he flopped down next to the pair. Both women nodded and murmured in agreement. "Si, it certainly was," Pepa purred into his ear.

"Who's a happy girl? You are! Yes you are Dolores!" Julieta cooed, kissing her sobrina on the forehead as she gurgled. "Oh I just know tu mami, papi y tia Paquita are going to be so surprised with your new outfit!" Whilst the three of them were busy, Julieta had taken Dolores and Isabela into the market and had found the perfect outfits at Señorita Pezmuerte's stall, along with an offhand remark about Bruno staying away from her fish. Isabela was treated to a lilac onesie adorned with flowers along with a light pink tutu and a flower clip whilst Dolores had a cream coloured ruffled blouse and a deep red skirt and headband. Julieta couldn't wait to show them off! She had been so excited to display the new outfits to her hermana and family, but seeing how Alma made a beeline for Isabela as soon as Casita opened the door, she was left with Dolores. Julieta would be lying if she said the obvious favouritism didn't hurt; yes, Isabela was her daughter and the oldest, but seeing Alma lavish praise onto the infant whilst brushing her other granddaughter away…it hurt.

She smiled curtly at Alma, who was fussing over Isabela and noticed Bruno in the corner feeding some of his rats. "...sorry Juanita, it's all there is today," she heard him mutter. There was an indignant squeak and Bruno held his hands up. "Unless you have any better ideas, then no, I can't help you there." Julieta swore she saw the rat put its tiny paws on its hips and give her brother an eye roll. "Alright, be like that. I'm simply saying that Héctor being Lupé's long lost fiance and returning just as she's about to marry his cousin and have another guy's baby is not that complex! I mean what is there not to get?" Another squeak. "Okay, you got me there. Oh, hey Jules!" Bruno pocketed Juanita and stood up as he noticed the pair. "Hola Bruno. Still trying to get the rat telenova thing going?" He nodded and scratched his face. "Yeah, it's…it's a process. And how is ¿mi sobrinita? ay eres tan linda! Sí, lo eres, ¿no?" Dolores cooed and kicked her feet, reaching out to her tio. It warmed Julieta's heart to see him interacting like this; he would make a good papi one of these days. That is, if a girl could even get past the rats. And the cave. And the sand. And the whole outcast bad omen hermit thing….arranged marriage was a thing, right? "Would you mind watching her for a bit Bruno? I need to put some shopping away," Julieta asked, not even waiting for an answer as she passed the infant over. "What? Oh yeah, sure! Totally!" He fumbled about awkwardly before finally holding Dolores in a comfortable position. "We buds, right Lo Lo?" Dolores smacked him on the nose and giggled as he gave his niece a deadpan expression. "Gracias, Dolores."

Julieta hummed and sang to herself as she began to put away the various groceries she picked up in the market; papayas go there…dulce de leche in the pantry…

Thump!

Both she and Casita looked up for a second. The noise was followed by shrieking laughter, which calmed Julieta down. It was nice that Pepa and Félix had finally found another person to share their love with. Whilst that lifestyle wasn't for her or Augustín, it clearly made the couple happy, so more power to them. She finally got to the outfits folded neatly at the bottom of the bag and smiled. Just wait till they see this! Still humming to herself, Julieta patted the outfits down and took the bag up the stairs. The noise had died down by this point, so one would assume that it was okay to come in. Still, best be careful and knock just to be safe.

She reached the familiar wooden door adorned with Pepa's outline surrounded by rays of sunlight and knocked precariously.

"Come in!" Paquita called in a singsong voice from the other side. Julieta turned the handle and bumped the door open with her hip. What she saw next was a surprise beyond her belief and the first reaction was to shriek and cover her eyes.

"FÉLIX!"

She almost dropped the shopping in shock, but was able to gain her composure and keep a hold on the bags. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said for Félix, who was completely tied up and unable to move. It was clear Paquita and Pepa had their way with him judging by the dusky grey panties shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag and a pink fluffy rabbit tail protruding from his ass.

"Ah, you found conejito de cola rosa! What do you think? Quite the specimen, huh?" Paquita asked, leaning on Julieta's shoulder. "Personally I think he'd look better with ears, but you try getting those damn things on that hair of his."

Julieta couldn't even look her in the eye and shoved the woman awkwardly off her shoulder. She shuffled out of the room, her eyes firmly fixed to the ground and her face strained.

She needed a fucking drink.

#pepa madrigal #felix encanto #encanto smut #encanto oc #bow chicka wow wow #encanto fic #bruno is a good uncle #julieta is scarred for life

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Saving Grace Ch. 10

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Author’s Note: Hello again everyone! I’ve got a few chapters typed up this time so prepare for plenty of content to come out. Some chapters are longer, other’s shorter...but they all have our favorite man :)

Warnings: There is a decent amount of death talk, however I bunched it into one spot. That is designated between a series of lines. If car crashes and death are not your thing, scroll past the series of solid lines (you don’t miss anything of great importance).

On Tuesday morning I gingerly slid myself into my packed car and waved goodbye to my family as I pulled out from the long driveway. Lewis and I had mostly broken in Dipshit and the cows were ready to go for the Fall.

Grandma sent me home with a cooler full of frozen meats, breads, and cookies so I wouldn’t miss her cooking for too long. I promised I would be out soon to help around the house and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Murphy enjoyed his time by chasing the goats all weekend and even learned what a cow looked like and what a cow hoof to the head felt like. His fault for trying to go near her calf though. He quickly ducked back under the fence and ran straight for me to cuddle him and tell him that he would be okay.

At this point, I had enough time to get home, unload the cooler, put Murphy away, and change clothes for my lunch date. I was looking forward to meeting up with Lindsey, but even more so for getting all the chunky baby cuddles in with her little one Mavery. Until I have kids of my own, I relish any opportunity to hold, play with, or even babysit my friend’s kids. I’ve become the “Aunt” of my coworkers and a couple of them have already booked me to watch their kids for a much needed date night with their spouses/partners.

Murphy settled in on the passenger seat and let out a high pitched yawn. I rubbed his ears and went to turn up the radio. My phone buzzed in the cup holder and when I got to a stopsign I picked it up to notice a message from Aaron.

Aaron: Good morning. Are you on the road yet?

Me: Yes, already left. I can’t wait to see you tonight :)

Aaron: Drive safe darling

My breath caught in my throat for a second and an ooey gooey feeling spread across my chest, he called me darling. He’s never done that before and that makes me pretty darn happy.

The drive home felt much quicker than normal and I managed to get everything inside with time to spare. It was a bit warm today so I changed into jean shorts, grey short sleeved shirt, and a rust colored cardigan. When I told Aaron what cafe we were meeting up at, he mentioned how that was one that he and his team would frequent for lunch. They would also apparently send someone out before their flights take off to grab a series of snacks and sandwiches for the plane ride so they could have the comfort of home despite where their flight took them. I thought that was pretty sweet that they tried so hard to keep a sense of normal in their abnormal lives.

Lindsey was there already with a table held by the time I pulled into the parking lot. Mavery was sleeping in her car seat and her toddler Myatt was coloring on the paper menu. “Hii! Sorry, I know I’m a bit late.” I said as I gave her a quick side hug and then sat down next to her. The cafe was newly redecorated in light wooden tones with bright shiplap walls and lots of pastel flowers and thick greenery. The original owners sold it and the much younger new owners wanted to revamp the space in hopes of drawing in more customers.

“Oh please, you are right on time. These squirrels were becoming impatient so we left early. I ordered you a drink, it should be here any minute.” She said with a wave of her hand before helping Myatt pick up the spilled crayons from the floor. I looked over the menu and settled on a pesto chicken parm sandwich with fries of course. After our drinks arrived and we placed our orders, Lindsey and I got to talking while I helped Myatt color in his photo. We went on to gossip about our students and the other teachers for a bit. Myatt’s food came out first, so his mom started cutting up his food for him and Mavery woke up crying for her food. I unbuckled her from her carseat and placed her on my lap facing sideways.

Lindsey handed me her small jar of pureed apples with a ‘thank you’ and a small spoon. I opened the jar and dipped the spoon into the liquid so she could get a taste of it. She only started eating baby food recently so I didn’t want to overwhelm her. Her mouth smacked together happily and the little noises made me smile big. She is quite a character when it comes to food, and her animated features just make her seem like a living cartoon character. When mine and Lindsey’s food came out, she offered to take Mavery so I could eat but I waved her off and said that she didn’t need to do that. I wanted her to have a break and be able to eat her food while it was still hot.

As Mavery smacked her hands together in a clumsy clap while she gummed on the apples I looked up and saw a big black SUV pull into the parking lot. For a moment I smiled to myself and thought about Aaron being the one driving that car.

To my surprise, he was the exact person who left the driver’s seat in jeans and a college shirt, and opened the back seat door to let Jack jump out of the car. The shocked gasp that left my lips caught Lindsey’s reaction and with a piece of lettuce hanging out of her mouth she asked “What?” and followed my gaze to the parking lot. “Him? Do you know him?” She asked as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

“Uh yeah, sorry. That’s just one of my students and their Dad. I have always thought about how weird it would be to see my students in public and this is the first time it’s happened.” I said with a light laugh and turned my attention back to Mavery. I was sitting so that the main entrance was in front of me, so if Aaron came in looking for a table, then he would be able to see me clearly. The first set of doors opened up and Jack quickly raced to open the second set of doors for his Dad. I picked the spoon up from the apple jar and continued to feed Mavery a couple more small bites and dabbed the corner of her mouth with the napkin. I felt eyes on me so I glanced up slightly to see Aaron staring at me with a small smile on his face, his dimples slightly showing. I returned the smile and he continued to stare at me with joy, but also a hint of something else I couldn’t make out because his attention was shifted away due to Jack pulling on his arm.

They walked to the other side of the Cafe and waited for their waitress to come by. “Is he a good student of yours or is he a little you-know-what.” Lindsey asked as she ate the last of her sandwich. I smiled and shook my head, “If I had to be a bit biased, I would say that he’s the best student I’ve had all year. Couldn’t say enough good things about that kid.”

Lindsey pushed her plate to the side and said that she would take Mavery so I could eat my food. I lifted her up high and she started giggling really loud. Bringing her back down to my face, she placed her hands on my face and babbled a bit before I lifted her back up in the air again and made loud kissy noises so she would laugh more. She jammed a hand into her mouth and laughed around it, I scrunched up my nose and spoke in a baby voice, “Whatcha got in your mouth Mavery? You got your hand? Ohhhhh, that looks like a yummy hand. Come here pretty girl!” I brought her down one last time and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

Mavery kept babbling as I handed her over and Lindsey kept talking to her. Myatt and I got deep into conversation about race cars and Lightning McQueen while I ate my sandwich and fries. Every so often I would look behind him to catch a glimpse of Aaron and Jack now chowing down on their food before returning to my table. We sat for a bit longer after I finished eating to just enjoy the company, but I knew that the kids would dictate soon enough that it was time for this party to be over. The waitress came over with our bills and Lindsey handed Mavery back over to me so she could take Myatt to the bathroom one last time. Once she left, I noticed Jack and Aaron were making their way over to me.

Jack got excited once he saw me lock eyes with him and he quickly dodged between tables to reach me. A huge smile was planted on his face and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hi Ms. Y/N!” He said as he gave me a side hug. I slipped my arm around his back and gave him a hug back.

“Hi Jack! Did you enjoy your lunch?” I asked and he nodded enthusiastically. He went into great detail on what he got for lunch and how this is one of the best Cafes he’s been to. Aaron finally made it to the table at this point and greeted me. He rested his hands on the back of the chair Myatt had been sitting in previously.

“Ms. Y/N I didn’t know you had a baby.” Jack said and that caught me off guard completely. I coughed a couple times from choking on some spit and I shook my head, “Oh uh, no Jack. Ms. Y/N did not have a baby. Maybe one day she will have one though.” Aaron said adamantly and gave me a pointed look.

His lips formed a smirk and I mimicked it before turning to Jack, “This is another teacher’s baby. Would you like to say hi to Mavery though?” He said ‘hi’ and waved to her and I grabbed her little balled up fist and waved it to say hi. “Are you excited to be going to camp this week? You’ve been talking about it in class a lot.”

He blushed at that a bit, “Yes I am! Dad and I wanted to get lunch before he dropped me off. It’s going to be sooo much fun.” His smile matched his father’s to a t. He leaned more into me when talking so I wrapped my arm closer around him as he whispered to me, “Can I share about camp during Circle Time next week? I really want to tell everyone how it went.” He fidgeted with his fingers while he waited for my response.

I hummed a bit before saying, “I have an even better idea. Why don’t we have everyone make a poster explaining what they did on Fall break. I think the majority of our class had something planned.” His mouth dropped open a bit and he bounced up and down in excitement.

“That means we get to do a really big show and tell and then, and then I can hear what Zach did. I forgot to get his mom’s number so we could hang out over break so now I have to wait for class to start again.” Jack rambled on excitingly and I couldn’t help but nod along and hang onto every word he said. Lindsey and Myatt came back to our little group and Lindsey introduced herself to Aaron. Jack briefly talked to Myatt about the coloring page that Myatt had colored in while waiting for food earlier, and Mavery kept herself occupied by chewing on my clean fingers.

“Uh Jack buddy, we have to get going in just a minute so we aren’t late. Say your goodbyes.” Aaron said carefully to Jack and he took that as his que to wrap up his conversation with Myatt.

I looked up to Aaron and his eyes darted between me and Mavery before he smiled warmly and softly said, “It was good seeing you again Ms. Y/N. Have a good afternoon.” Jack gave me one last hug before departing with his dad. Lindsey took Mavery from me and buckled her into her carseat before leaning across the table to me.

“He’s not that bad looking. A bit older, but still a solid man.” I rolled my eyes at her jokingly, “And,” she continued, “did you see that he didn’t have a ring on?!” This time I hit her forearm lightly and urged her to quit it. We said our final goodbyes in the parking lot and I made my lonely drive back home. After I fed Murphy an early dinner I got to work on laundry and sorting through bills so that I wouldn’t have to worry about that while Aaron was here.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket and unsurprisingly it was Aaron asking for my dinner order from whatever sounded good. I shot back my Chinese takeout and headed up to my room to make sure that it and the bathroom were cleaned and organized. I lit the giant sandalwood candle on my bedside table and moved a couple things around so the flame had nothing to catch fire on. Aaron should be at my place in the next twenty minutes, so I just took my time watching a TV show waiting for the doorbell to ring.

When the doorbell finally did ring I raced Murphy to the door and swung it open wide to see a beaming Aaron holding his overnight bag in one hand and food in the other, “You know,” I started as I opened the door, “it seems like everytime you come over you have food with you. I think that is one thing I can always count on now.” He chuckled as he removed his shoes and I took the Chinese bag from him.

“Well, I’m glad that I can be useful for one thing at least.” He joked as he pulled me in by the waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek. There was a playful glint in his eyes, something I haven’t seen before. He almost looked ten years younger with that look and I wanted to keep that look on his face for as long as possible. He seemed relaxed and calm.

“Ohh, I can probably figure out at least two more ways for you to be useful.” I patted his chest with my hand twice as I walked to the kitchen island. Aaron took the food out while I grabbed two glasses and filled them with ice water. I sat down sideways on the barstool so I could face Aaron face on and he turned a bit so his left knee knocked into mine. We started eating pretty quickly and fell into easy conversation of how our breaks have been. His was pretty quiet and mundane, which for Aaron is something he wants, but he felt out of place with not having much to do.

I suggested that he find a hobby he can stop and start whenever or TV show he can binge watch when he has enough downtime to help combat that restlessness. That of course led into a whole discussion of what shows and movies are more superior and even if he did have enough time for a hobby, what would he even be interested in doing. “Well, what about collecting things? You go to so many states, maybe you could bring back something like a postcard from them?” I suggested.

He immediately shook his head, “Nuh uh. That would be way too similar in my head to serial killers keeping trophies. Wouldn’t want to mimic that too much incase I bring back more than just a postcard.” He said quickly as his eyes avoided mine. I knew what he meant. He didn’t want to look at the postcards and be reminded of the people he either saved or didn’t.

I sucked in a quick breath, “Okay, no postcards then. Got it. Uhh, let's run down the list of usual collectors things. You’ve got stamps, rocks, art pieces, figurines, coins..”

“Coins!” His eyes shot up to mine again and a light look took over his face.

“Coins?” I reciprocated with raised eyebrows. That didn’t take long to find a possibility.

He sat his fork down momentarily, “Yes, coins. When I was younger I was getting into collecting them and I became obsessive over finding a rare 1944 coin that was worth thousands of dollars. Never found it and started growing out of it I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a small smile.

“Huh.”

“What?” He asked sheepishly and fidgeted in his seat a bit.

“Nothing, I just wouldn’t have thought you to be a coin guy. If I had to pick a collectors item for you I would have said something like model planes or cars.” I shrugged and turned back down to stab my fork into the chinese food once more.

“What about you? Did you collect anything as a kid?” Aaron asked as his knee knocked into mine a bit. He took a long drink of water and grabbed another crab rangoon.

“Yes, actually I did. It’s a bit nerdy, but it makes sense for me. You know, grandparents owning a ranch, being around horses all my life, riding at rodeos…” I led on and he caught what I was saying.

“Horse models?”

“Ohh yeah. I would convince my Dad to buy them and my Grandpa to build the shelves for my room. For a time I wanted to get rid of them, until I learned how valuable the collection was. Truly I think that my mother just wants to keep them for any grandkids she may have.” I said with a small smile on my face. It was a happy memory to have of my Dad, him adamantly saying that he wouldn’t buy me any more, but anytime we went into the tractor supply store I would refuse to leave until I had a new horse. Eventually he tried to go to the store without me, but when I would stand pouting with my arms crossed in front of his truck, he had to give in.

We finished dinner and moved to the couch upstairs. I put on some background TV but we mainly just sat there talking. Wrapped up in each other’s arms. He extended his legs to stretch out onto the ottoman, and I laid perpendicular to him so that our bodies made an L shape. My head and hair was splayed out onto his lap and every so often he would run his palm over my hair. I tried keeping a neutral look on my face, but my inner thoughts were eating at me.

I really want to know about his wife. I know it's personal and he probably doesn’t want to talk about it, but I’m nosey. As much as Aaron tries to maintain a calm exterior, there have been moments where he has slipped up. Just tonight even he broke a little. We were starting to walk up the stairs, with me in front, and there was a loud bang from outside. I wasn’t too phased by it, figuring my neighbors dropped something, or something broke, but Aaron’s spooked look in his eyes told me he was phased by it. He whipped his body around to look behind him on the stairs. He startled me by barking out a “Stay here” before slinking back down the steps and out to the main floor.

I heard doors opening, shutting, and locks locking. I swore I heard the dull clicking of the window locks before a deep sigh sounded out. Aaron gave a tight smile and said that it was nothing and urged me to go upstairs.

“Something is weighing on your mind.” Aaron observed, and I blinked a couple of times to clear my head.

Releasing my lip from my teeth I meekly looked up, “Sorry, just kept thinking about something.”

“What is it?” He asked as his fingers gently traced my cheek. I closed my eyes briefly and gathered my two seconds of courage.

“I was just thinking about earlier, when you went to check the house. Is that something you normally do because of your job or is there another reason?” I whispered out and for a moment I thought he didn’t hear me. That is until his hand paused heavily on my hairline.

“It..it has to deal a lot with work. There was a time when my work carried over to my home life and it still affects me.” He spoke out with a faraway glance in his eyes.

I pushed my luck even further and asked the big question, “Was it related to your wife?”

His eyes closed and he took a long breath in, “Yes.”

A thick sour taste was in my mouth now and I became a bit afraid to ask for more context, but I headed into this wanting to know so there was no going back now. I reached behind me and grabbed his hand, “May I ask what happened?”

His hand clenched under mine and his head turned to the side, the tension in the air becoming thick, “I can share my story first if it helps any.” I offered up and he nodded, still not looking at me.

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I swallowed the lump in my throat before speaking, “Technically speaking, the whole thing was ruled as an accident, however it was natural once you break it down.”

“We were heading out to my Grandparents for the weekend and Mom went a couple hours ahead with Lucas while Dad and I stayed behind to finish a couple errands. There’s many things I don’t remember so some of this story is my personal recollection and the rest is what I’ve been told over the years. I remember sitting behind my dad with my stuffed dog. We were actually almost to the house according to my Mom when all of a sudden the car started spinning and then I blacked out from the impact.

“My father had a spontaneous brain aneurysm burst and it killed him immediately, which is where natural death comes in. When he passed, the car spun and it threw us off of the road. When I finally woke up, I was hanging out of the window facing the ground. The car was pinned against a tree and I couldn’t move. By the time the ambulance got to us, I wasn’t really alert.

“What I was told was that I was in an upside down V position with my lower chest hanging over the bent metal of the door frame. According to the doctors, I would have bled out if it hadn’t been for my stuffed dog wedged between me and the bent metal. It didn’t stop it from cutting into me completely, but it stopped it enough so I could hang on for a few hours. I spent 18 months in the hospital recovering from surgeries to my chest and abdomen, reconstructing my ankle, and repairing my femur. They had to keep me in a coma for a couple months and the doctors weren’t sure I was going to pull out of it.

“Once I did get out of the hospital I went right into physical therapy and my Grandfather managed to befriend a couple of college students who were doing equine therapy. I wanted to be back on a horse so bad so once the doctor cleared me, I started my therapy on horses. That lasted at least a couple of years. I had my mobility back, but my Mom still wanted me enrolled just in case I needed a bit longer. It took a huge toll on my family though. My Mom lost her husband and bestfriend, Lucas and I lost our Dad, and my Grandparents lost their bonus son. We really weren’t a family for awhile, my Mom was hyper focused on me for a long time so my Grandparents were raising Lucas. Even though Mom was by my side for everything, I could sense that she wasn’t really with me though mentally once the day was coming to an end. She didn’t sleep much and I could hear her cry throughout the night. It changed all of us, sometimes it was a good change, but for a long time it was just a bad change.” Finishing up the more abbreviated version of my story I looked back up to Aaron to find him finally looking back at me.

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His lips were turned down into a frown and his dark eyes looked even darker somehow, “I’m sorry.” He whispered out and I looked at him puzzled.

“For what?” I asked and he smoothed my hair out once more.

“That all of that happened to you. It's one thing to lose a parent that young, but it's another to be heavily involved in it like you were. Do you still deal with any physical trauma from it? I know it was a long time ago, but are you okay?” He asked worriedly and a warm feeling spread across my chest.

“Just a couple of scars. Some of them healed over time, others I got surgically lightened, but I left the rest as a reminder to what happened. It is a part of me that I can move on from, but can’t remove from my life. As sad as it was, I don’t want to forget what happened.” I shifted myself up so I can now sit on my feet next to Aaron and he slipped an arm around me to pull me in close.

I laid my head on his shoulder softly and played with the hem of my shirt.

“My job killed my wife.” Aaron said after a minute of silence and I froze up at the statement he just made. He continued talking, “There was a mad man, a monster, that wanted revenge and he chose my family. Even after placing them in witness protection he still found them and he shot her. I found him and I..” He paused and I lifted my head up to look at him. Aaron was staring ahead with another faraway look in his eyes so I placed my hand on his cheek. He startled a bit at my touch and I peered into his eyes, understanding what he was trying to get at.

“You did what you had to do.” I said in a firm voice.

He pulled me over to sit on his lap and he buried his head into my shoulder. It took a moment before I wrapped my arms around him and ran one set of fingers through his hair. A sudden sob halted me though and my heart clenched at the sound. “Let it all out honey.” I cooed softly in his ear and his grip became tighter on me. I had to hold back from wincing and pulling out from his embrace.

We sat there for a couple of minutes as he cried into my shoulder, his tears soaking my shirt. “I miss her so much. She was the first woman I ever loved and she was the mother of my child.”

I pressed my lips into his hair, “I’m so sorry Aaron. I’m so sorry that you were put through that. I’m sorry that she was taken from you and Jack.” He nodded against my shoulder and he stayed quiet.

I went to shift myself backwards but Aaron pulled me back to my original spot, “Please stay” He whispered. He went on to speak softly about how he hasn’t been able to really mourn since he has to be strong for Jack and continue with his job. He turned his head so that his ear was smooshed up against my breast, I’m confident he could hear my heart beating loudly in his ear though.

“Thank you for sharing about her though. I hope I didn’t push you to say something too soon.” I said and he lifted his head back up to me.

“No, you didn’t. Thank you for getting me to share. I needed to get it off my chest.” He reached up and kissed my cheek. He pulled back and asked with brows furrowed, “Do you know how great you are?” I smiled and scrunched up my nose at him. My head shook slightly side to side and his lips turned upwards, “Well then,” He quietly started, “let me show you.”

His hands grabbed my cheek and the back of my neck to pull my face to his and his lips bruised themselves against mine in a firm kiss. A numb feeling was spreading itself over my brain, making it go hazy until he released the hand on my cheek and pressed it against my back. Before I could hold it in I let out a yelp in pain and before I could process what happened, Aaron had yanked backwards and let go of my back.

“What’s wrong?” He yelled out in shock, his eyebrows immediately furrowing together. My hands reached around my backside to apply the smallest amount of pressure to stabilize myself. Aaron’s focused eyes followed my movements and grabbed the bottom of my shirt.

I pushed myself up and off of Aaron before he could lift my shirt up, taking a couple steps back to create some space. “It’s not your fault, I promise I’m okay.” I tried soothing him but it didn't appear to do anything. His mouth was silent but his body wasn’t. Any person would be able to tell that he didn’t believe a word I said as he sat there rigid and on edge.

“Let me see.” He said in a low tone.

“No, it’s okay Aaron. It’s nothing really, it was just an accident.” I said in hopes that he would just drop the conversation. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of what happened, just more so embarrassed.

He rolled his eyes and stood up, taking a giant step forward so that he was towering over me. “I said,” He grabbed the bottom of my shirt again, “let me see.”

My shirt was pulled up several inches until it bunched up under my bra. The breath that left Aaron’s lips told me that he saw the deep purple bruises that blossomed over my back. At first I didn’t want to look up into his eyes, afraid of him seeing the embarrassed blush that creeped over my cheeks.

“Who did this?” He rasped out in a gruff tone. When I didn’t answer him right away two fingers hooked under my chin to force my gaze upon him. His eyes were dark and hard, a long way from the playful glint at dinner. I suddenly wished to myself that we were back at dinner again, almost scared of his reaction to my bruises.

I brought myself back to the moment and a quiet, “It was no one..” started to slip past my lips but I couldn’t finish as Aaron cut me off.

“I promise you, Y/N, I will deal with whoever did this to you. Just, please tell me their name, darling.” His voice kept its gruff tone until it became pleading at the end. My lips pursed together and I shook my head slightly.

“It was no one Aaron, it was an animal. A horse. I..I was thrown off yesterday.” I explained quickly and he still didn’t look convinced so I reached into my back pocket, “Here! I’ll prove it to you. There was a video taken.”

I held the phone out for Aaron to watch. My mom was filming on my phone so that we could keep a record of how far Dipshit has come since the beginning. Lewis and Grandpa were standing next to her commenting on my form and how it looks from their perspective. In the video Dip and I were trotting around in large circles and I got a bit cocky and urged him into a faster gait.

Dip didn’t like that and threw his head downwards so that he could start bucking his back legs into the air. I held my own for the first several bucks and tried my hardest to pull his head back up so that he couldn’t continue bucking. That ended up not working and soon I found myself debating if I should get off or not or if I should ride my way through this.

Lewis and Grandpa were giving conflicting shouts of what to do. Mom’s voice could be heard somewhere on the video between the both of them, telling me to ‘just hang on’ and that ‘you’ve got this’. That didn’t last long as Dip reared up and when he came back down, I was flung over the front of him, landing on my stomach. The air was knocked out of my lungs from the impact and whatever air had started seeping back in was pushed back out as Dip trampled over me.

Mom’s horrified gasp was accompanied by a lot of ‘Oh shit, fuck’ s from Lewis and Grandpa. Lewis had ducked between the fence and started sprinting to me as did Mom while Grandpa went after Dipshit. Lewis had turned me over onto my back so that my airway wasn’t blocked. He started running his hands over my shirt to check for any blood or broken or swollen joints. The raspy inhale of air sounded over the camera that Mom was still holding. I don’t think she knew she was still recording at this point.

“Oh honey! Honey, you’re going to be okay. Lewis help her.” She shrieked out and Lewis knelt down next to me, taking my face in his hands.

“Y/N, breathe. I need you to calm down and get air back in you.” Lewis said as he lightly tapped my cheek. My eyes were wild in the video and my arms were flailing around, knocking into Lewis’ legs. After a couple more breaths I managed to get my breathing under control and I coughed to get the tight feeling out of my throat.

Mom must have noticed that the camera was still recording so she fumbled around for a couple seconds before figuring out how to stop the video feed.

Aaron took a ragged breath in and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking back down at me. “Are you okay? Did you get checked out?” He said in a hard but quiet voice.

I placed a small smile on my face to tell him that I was okay, “Yes, I’m okay. Incredibly sore, but I’m okay. Mom took me to the hospital, nothing was broken, just really bruised.” He leaned his forehead down onto mine and took another deep breath in. I closed my eyes and relished the moment with him. His hands dropped from my back, the shirt following too and replaced themselves on both sides of my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered and kissed my forehead, “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I’m glad you are safe now. It’s been a full night for both of us now.” I wrapped my arms around his side and pulled him closer to me.

“Want to go shower? Maybe cool down a bit?” I suggested and he hummed in response. We pulled away and made our way into the bedroom.

I turned the water on hot in the shower so that the bathroom could start steaming up. Aaron sat on the bed, looking into the bathroom as I moved around and grabbed a second set of towels for him. I grabbed my makeup remover and wiped off as much as I could before I released my hair from its hold and scratched my scalp to ease the roots of my hair.

I could feel Aaron’s eyes on me as I started to discard my clothes, one-by-one and put them into the laundry hamper. First was my shirt, putting my bruises on display, along with the rest of my scars from my accident. Next was pulling my pants down, leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I slowly slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them, tossing them into the hamper. I glanced over to Aaron and he was intently watching me, with firm dark eyes. I inwardly smirked to myself and slipped my arms out from the bra straps.

My heartbeat was rapid in my chest, mentally preparing myself to remove one of my last pieces of dignity. I peeled the cups of my bra down and gently laid it on top of the rest of the clothes. I turned towards the shower, my backside fully showing to Aaron, and opened the shower door to turn the water on to hot. As I stood there waiting I took a deep breath and reached my arms above my head to stretch. My hair fell backwards as I arched my back and pushed my chest up to the ceiling. Bringing my arms back down I let out my deep breath and tested the water temperature with my hand, making sure it was warm enough for me to step into.

Stepping in, I was enveloped in the hot water. At least it matched how I was feeling on the inside. My eyes peered through the open shower door to see Aaron sitting on the bed still. He was hunched over with his elbows on his knees, his hands somewhat clenched together. It looked like he was struggling to stay composed, and the small chewing on his bottom lip only confirmed that for me. We bore into each other’s eyes for a beat before I soothed out, “Come join me.”

#aaron hotch x reader #Criminal Minds #teacher #thomas gibson #love #jack hotchner #fbi

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I Never Planned On You Chapter 16: Overwhelmed- Darcy Reid x Ava Reid

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Five Years Later

Darcy was sitting at his desk, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he drafted letters and approved stories for the Trib. His office was now what used to be his father’s office, a bigger desk and more amenities that he rarely used, but his father insisted he take the space anyways. He wasn’t much different than he was in years past, but he had allowed himself to let loose a bit.

Ava, who’d tried not to, found herself growing overwhelmed. One of the presses had been acting up and, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t figure out what was going on. It was a simple solution, but it just wasn’t coming to her head. She was frustrated with herself, but rather than do what she used to do and just immediately break down she headed for her designated storage closet, knocking on Darcy’s office as she passed. It had become a sign that she was essentially taking a break because she was overwhelmed.

The man’s gaze lifted as she walked past, and he sighed softly as he set his pen down and pushed his chair back to stand up. He often let his work consume him, enough to the point that he often neglected to take a look around and gauge how people were doing around him. Darcy left to get her some food, rightly assuming that she hadn’t eaten that day, and when he returned he knocked gently on the door to the closet.

“Come in,” Ava’s quiet voice came from the other side of the door. During the time it took him to grab the food she’d settled under the various blankets (some of them probably being weighted blankets) and was laying in the darkness, trying to calm herself down and not cry. The man opened the door slowly, stepping inside and closing it behind him softly.

“Hey,” he said in a soothing tone, setting down the food and crouching beside her. “You okay?” He reached out to touch her face with the most delicate touch as he spoke. The woman opened her mouth to say yes, but paused.

Though they’d been working on helping her regulate her feelings when it came to stuff like this (feeling like she always has to prove herself), she still found herself feeling like a burden when something was wrong with her. It likely didn’t help that she still looked roughly the same as she did when she was younger (give or take some new scars from a few accidents while she was working on something). But, she was still learning and she was getting better with all of it. After a few minutes of silence she eventually shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes.

“No,” she whimpered. The man frowned and moved to sit down, patting his lap for her to lay her head on. He hated to see her like this, it always broke his heart to see her get worked up or upset. Ava moved her head to lay in his lap and took a deep, shaky breath as she looked up at him.

“The type form and platen haven’t been pressing properly on the press stone. I tried replacing the letters and the bar but it still hasn’t been pressing clearly. I can’t remember what to do,” she explained quietly, sniffling afterwards. Darcy ran his fingers through her hair soothingly, looking down at her with fond eyes.

“Have you looked through your journals?” He asked softly. The woman shook her head then glanced around.

“I think I left them in here… They should’ve been with me,” she grumbled as her eyes landed on said journals, now mad at herself for forgetting them. The man shook his head and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Hey, it’s okay. The world isn’t ending. One of the presses isn’t working, it’s okay. We have a hundred other presses. Have you had any water?” He asked, grabbing the glass he had brought in, already knowing the answer.

“Take a guess,” she tried to joke, sitting up a bit so she could drink properly. He set the cup in her hand then rubbed her back lightly.

“I brought food, too. Let’s eat and finish that glass of water, and then I’ll take a look at the press with you, alright?” He offered, moving his head to be in her field of vision. Ava nodded with a small smile.

“Thank you, my love,” she said softly before taking a sip of her water. She was incredibly grateful for him because she knew she wouldn’t have made it far without him. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she was so excited to be sharing the rest of her life with him. The smile on her face widened absentmindedly as she glanced down at her wedding ring. They’d gotten married a few months ago, but it still felt like a dream to her. He was an absolute dream for her, one that she never wanted to wake up from.

Darcy opened up the bag of food and set a box from her favorite restaurant in town in front of her with a smile. He so much enjoyed their makeshift picnics, and the lighting of the room made his wife look so beautiful, he couldn’t help but admire her. The reflection of the humming electric string lights around them that dimly lit them twinkled in his eyes and glasses. His smile was loving and warm.

“Anything for my beautiful wife,” he responded simply. He called her his wife at any chance he had, he loved saying that word more than anything because he was so proud to be married to such a wonderful woman. Ava giggled quietly as she began to eat.

“Never gonna give that up, huh?” She asked, referring to him calling her ‘my wife.’ She was just joking, though, she loved when he said it because it reminded her that it was real, and that she’d actually married the love of her life.

“Nope, never. Not till the day I die,” he half joked, leaning back against the wall lightly “They made it good today, huh?” He nodded to the food. He loved to run down the street and get her food. It pulled him away from his work and it made her happy which always made him happy. The woman nodded in agreement.

“Maybe they knew I was having a bad day,” she joked before shaking her head. “You looked pretty stressed when I walked by earlier. Is everything okay?” Her tone was softer as she asked the question. She was always worrying about him because, while he took care of her and everything else, he never took care of himself. That was her job, which she took on without hesitation or complaint.

“Don’t you worry about me, I’m just fine. You worry yourself too much, you’re gonna worry yourself sick- you do worry yourself sick,” he pointed out.

“Well if I’m not worrying about you no one else will,” she defended gently. “I happen to love and care about you deeply and I’d like to know that you’re happy and healthy.” Darcy couldn’t help but smile. He thought it was endearing when she worried over him, sometimes it was just nice to be reminded that someone cared.

“I thank you for your worry. We’ve got a decrease in sales, I’ve been a little stressed, but it’s nothing that won’t fix itself in a week,” he admitted as he finished up his food. Ava nodded and smiled a little.

“It’ll work out,” she reassured him as she finished up her own food. “It always does with us.” And it was true. Things always somehow seemed to work out for the two of them. From Whitelaw initially not liking her to even the stresses that came with taking over the Trib, things always managed to go right for them, which she was incredibly grateful for. She hates to see her dear husband so stressed. The man nodded with a smile, then urged the water into her hands once again.

“Finish drinking this up and we can go check out that press, alright?”

“So bossy,” she teased, though she took a sip afterwards.

“You like it, don’t lie to yourself,” he teased back with a small smirk. He loved their banter. Every night was like an adventure for them. He set their trash aside and stretched out a little bit.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she responded simply, though her nonchalance was quickly erased by the blush on her face, which she chose to ignore. The man rolled his eyes playfully.

“Sure,” he laughed off, standing and holding out a hand for his beautiful wife. She took it and stood, taking a moment to straighten out her overalls and take a deep breath, readying herself to face people again. Darcy kissed her hand softly, then pressed a kiss to her lips before opening the door for her. She smiled at him before walking out. Ava had no idea how she’d gotten so lucky with Darcy, but she’d spend the rest of her life cherishing him the way she knew he cherished her.

#newsies #newsies imagine #newsies live #newsies live imagine #darcy reid #darcy reid imagine #darcy reid x oc

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