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The Sorcerer's Apprentice
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Maxim Horvath
Labyrinth AU
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Sequel
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Harry Potter
Drabbles
Remus Lupin
Poly Wolfstar x Reader angst
Sirius Black
Poly Wolfstar x Reader angst
Series
Lucius Malfoy
The Marriage Law that shook Wizarding Britain
Remus Lupin
This is a world of colour but I only care about the blue of your eyes
Sirius Black
Mystery of dreams and reality, 2, 3, 4
Harry Potter Crossovers
The Devil Has a Name
Reunited
Twilight
One shots
Aro Volturi
Spooktober 2025 ask
Caius Volturi
Spooktober 2025 ask
Marcus Volturi
Spooktober 2025 ask (1)
Spooktober 2025 ask (2)
Carlisle Cullen
Spooktober 2025 ask
Headcanons
Qui-Gon Jinn
Sibling AU
Severus Snape
Sibling AU
Moodboards
This is a world of colour but all I care about is the blue of your eyes
Once stung, thrice bitten
The price of desire
Competition for a heart
The Paw-tential of Magic
Bitten by history
Bitten by history (2)
A Dash of Magic and a Sprinkling of Memories
Journey through the past
Unveiling the Inexplicable
It's a highway to hell but oh, the things we do for love
Seasonal Writing
Halloween 2023
It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love
I know Tumblr is full of posts about the virtues of commenting on AO3 fics and such. But like. It works.
I just knocked out 8.5k words in one single day for a chapter update because of one reader leaving one of the most absurdly endearing comments Iâve ever gotten. That is unheard of levels of productivity for me.
The power of the fandom. The power of the comment.
But also. I got a LOT of comments on my most recent fic, most of them from people whose work I love and have (enthusiastically!) commented on myself. I canât confirm it, but I think some of them left a comment for me because I left a comment for them.
That was never my intention as an avid commenter (I started reading/commenting way before I started writing), and I certainly donât want anyone to think itâs tit for tat. But I think itâs a cool bonus!
Getting genuine, excited comments on my fics brightens my day every time! And my fics have taken different, unplanned directions because people have been so supportive!
inspired by this artwork. Thanks again for letting me use it!
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warnings: swearing, Winston gets kidnapped
I rubbed my temples as I saw the ransom note on the television. Screenslaver had taken Winston in an attempt to draw me out. Trudging to the bookshelf, I pulled the copy of my favorite book down. The bookshelf slid back and moved to the side. I headed down the stairs towards the closet where my supersuit was hung.
âcomputer, call frozone.â I sighed. âAnd the incredibles.â The computer started dialing as I got changed. A tone played that indicated a lost connection. I sighed before heading to my car. The tires squealed as I tore out of the underground garage. The news played on the radio as I tried to weave through traffic.
âScreenslaver has apparently kidnapped Winston deavor, the CEO of devtech. To further this shocking turn of events almost all of the superheroes of the city are mysteriously missing.â The reporter said. âEarly reports state that screenslaver has also kidnapped the heroes. Which leaves the question who is left to save them?â
âMe thatâs who.â I muttered, turning off the radio. âOn my way to save my idiot boyfriend and hopefully find everyone else.â The gps beeped as I turned the corner. My eyes narrowed behind my mask as it looked like the location screenslaver was sending me to was right under me. âThe sewers. Fuck. Ok.â I turned the wheel and gritted my teeth as I pulled over a manhole cover. The floor slid back on my car and I pulled it up. I slipped out of the car and into the hole. My car took off as I slid the cover back into place. Climbing down the ladder, I trudged through the damp cement tunnel. I hung my head as I came to a door.
I pressed my hand against the keyhole and blasted it with a laser. The door swung open and I snuck through. There was a light at the end of the hallway. I carefully picked my way towards it, keeping my ears open for any sound that might signal screenslaver coming. I frowned as I made it to a door and didnât encounter anyone.
â(Y/S/N)! Yo came to save me!â Winston cheered. âWow. Such an honor. Imagine. Little old me getting saved by you.â He was doing a bad job at hiding the fact we knew each other on a different level than he had with the other heroes. I rolled my eyes behind my mask as Winston waved his hands at me. They were poorly tied together but Winston being Winston he couldnât get out of it if he tried to. I looked around the room.
âWhereâs screenslaver?â I asked, walking over to untie him. âAnd the other supes?â
âthe other supes?â Winston looked at me confused as he rubbed his wrists. âWhat do you mean?â Real concern appeared in his eyes. âIf this guy took them we have toâŠâ
âNo. No we Mr. Deavor. Just me.â I shook my head at him. Winston gave me a sharp look. âYouâre a civilian. One who is on our side sure but a civilian nonetheless. And you are going to go wait in my car where it is safe.â I gave him a look that had him deflating. âI will be back to take you safely home.â Winston opened his mouth to argue but closed it when I walked over to the computer in front of me. âNot here.â I murmured. âNotâŠanywhereâŠâ I furrowed my eyebrows and reached out to type on the computer.
âuh (Y/S/N)?â Winston called. I turned my head. âNot to interrupt but wouldnât it be safer to try to find them from my lab?â He was frantically looking between me and the computer. I narrowed my eyes at him before noticing the hum from the device in front of me.
âyouâre right.â I murmured. âLetâs go.â I grabbed the shoulder of his suit and started hauling him down the hall. We got to the door to the sewer when there was an explosion. I pushed Winston into the sewer and slammed the door shut behind us. I felt the door vibrate with the force of the explosion. âFuck thatâs strong. What did he use?â
âc4.â Winston murmured. He was still rubbing his wrists. âIâŠsaw him wire it.â I looked at Winston with wide eyes. âItâs why I wanted to help. To get you out of the roomâŠâ he nervously looked around. âCan we finish this conversation in your car?â I nodded before slipping his jacket off. âHey!â
âbugs.â I muttered as I worked on getting him stripped down to his undershirt and boxers. âDonât want to risk it.â Winston glared at me slightly as he followed me down the sewer towards the manhole cover. Using my wrist guard, I got my car into position with the floor open before I sent Winston up the ladder. He moved the cover with some difficulty before I climbed up after him. Once everything was back in place, I sped off. I took off my mask and looked over at him. âOh donât be mad. You know as well as I do that screenslaver only took you to get to me. We were never really that careful anyway.â
âyeah but my suit (Y/N)!â He complained. I chuckled as he pouted.
âwin come on. Itâs just a suit.â I reached over to take his hand and chuckled when he pulled away. "You have like ten of them Winston. Come on."
"Still can be upset about it." Winston huffed. I rolled my eyes again.
"So you saw Screenslaver." I prompted. Winston nodded as he ran a hand down his face.
"Yeah. He knocked me out at home. Tied me up. Left me in that office. I think he wanted to take the two of us out at the same time. I don't think he knew I was awake when he wired the computer." Winston sighed. "(Y/N), where are the other supers?" Just then my phone rang.
"(Y/S/N)." I answered.
"Hey. You called earlier?" Mr. Incredible said. I sighed in relief. "Everything alright? I saw about Winston Deavor."
"Yeah everything is fine. I got him." I said. "What about you guys? Everything fine?"
"Yeah. Dash's track meet ran over. Frozone was there. I'll pass the news on." He said. "You sure everything is good?"
"The other supers might be missing again. Although now I think it might have been a trap for us." I sighed. Winston played with his fingers.
"Mr. Incredible, I think the targets were us. Me. (Y/N). And your family." Winston said. "You are the core group that is working with DevTech to change the law. The other supers...well...they're new. They don't know anything about this. I think they were taken under false pretense that I was going to be there to talk to them."
"Do you know where they went Mr. Deavor?" Elastagirl asked.
"I might. But that would also mean I might know who Screenslaver is." Winston shared a look with me and finally reached over to grab my hand. "I think Screenslaver is Evelyn. She's on our yacht."
Summary - Insulted by a drunken fool, your choice to pull a knife on him is one which gains the attention of Lord Tywin and you find yourself having to explain your choices to the old lion himself. (2.9k)
(tw for: established relationship, threats of violence, older man/younger woman, age gaps, companionable snark, oral sex, come swallowing, unspoken power dynamics, smut)
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While your role within Casterly Rock was not accurately defined by any official parameter, it was common knowledge among both the servants and the nobles who sniffed around the great Lannister name that you were somehow more than just a simple handmaiden at the great Tywin Lannister's beck and call. The second daughter of a minor noble from the Westerlands, your work at Casterly Rock had evolved from maintaining the personal fashions of Lord Tywin himself into something much more complicated as one heated night of discussion had led to you awaking in bed with the old lion himself by your side.
Since then, things had settled into something steady. You conducted your assigned role with typical grace and spent your free time split between the library, gardens, and Lord Tywinâs presence when called for. More companion than whore, you often found yourself engaging in conversation with him as he sought a perspective different to his own. Not that the physicality between you was scarce, but it certainly was not his focus as you typically shared his space.
The keep, however, was not blind and the unspoken rule was clear. You were a handmaid, yes, and you were not to be disturbed in your duties, but it was known that Lord Tywin held some regard for your presence and that offered you a security which could not be bought. Time had shown that Lord Tywinâs unspoken rules were, at times, more solid than the swathes of gold he ruled over.
However, that common knowledge did not extend to new visitors to the stronghold and it was only those unfortunate moments which lead to situations in which that wicked temper which roiled deep within your gut had opportunity to truly assert itself.
To be fair to yourself, it was temper which only flared when men took liberties they were not entitled to.
The hand on your shoulder, you could forgive.
The insult to your honour, you would not.
Balding and stout, the fool who had dared to not only pull you close to his stew-stained frame but also to loudly snarl that you were an ungrateful whore as you recoiled away from the stench of wine on his breath widens his eyes comically as you hold the short, slightly-curved knife which lives within your skirts to his thick neck.
"Say it again." You hiss, delighting at the small bead of blood which swells at the very tip of your knife where it presses into his skin. "You will not finish the word before your blood coats this pretty dress which seems to fascinate you so."
"You mad bitch." The fool splutters, his voice somewhere between fear and rage as he remains as still as he can to prevent any further damage to his throat. "You pull a knife on me? Here at Casterly Rock? Lord Tywin will surely have you-"
A throat clears loudly behind you but you do not flinch as a familiar, deep voice rings out from its unseen owner.
"Is there a good reason why my handmaiden has a blade to the throat of one of my guests?"
As though delivered by the gods themselves, Lord Tywin Lannister makes his presence known with the calm security of a man who knows he holds the power in any situation.
Standing in a vivid burgundy tunic, the dark clasps which sit across the chest are perfectly secured as they lead down to dark pants which are a comfortable and familiar staple as he conducts business across the privacy of his own stronghold. His expression is void of anything but its typically stoic firmness, an expectation that an answer to his question will be provided both immediately and with sufficient detail.
"I apologise for the disruption, my lord." You grit out from between your teeth as you pull the knife free and turn to offer him a soft, appropriate curtsey before returning the blade to its hidden sheathe. "Your guest here gravely insulted my honour and my father would burn with his shame of me if I did not at least attempt to defend it."
"A grave insult, you say?"
Somehow sensing that this interaction was not one which would work out in his favour as you were not immediately and severely punished for threatening such violence, the mildly intoxicated fool is quick to backpedal on the situation as he glances at Lord Tywin with open fear.
"No insult meant, Lord Tywin. I misunderstood the purpose of this," he pauses for only a beat, "maid. I assumed she wa-"
"You dare to assume any of my servants are for any aspect of your personal use?" Tywin's expression locks in without hesitation, his brow furrowing slightly as his eyes narrow. "You would dare to assume control of anyone in this castle outside of the tasks which I have personally assigned them?"
Allowing the silence to hang heavily between the three of you, the only sound to exist is the uneven breathing of the drunken fool as his panic steadily grows in the quiet. You stand passively, content to allow Tywin to exert the control which he so easily commands as you smooth the front of your skirt and watch stern eyes flick between yourself and the drunkard whose name you did not even know.
âLeave us.â Tywin commands after a moment, dismissing the fool with a short, sharp nod. âDo not touch another of my servants or I will deal with the matter more personally.â
Bowing and spluttering out apologies as he makes a hasty retreat back to the main halls of Casterly Rock, you watch the idiot leave with a vague sense of disappointment as you regret not having given him a slightly longer cut to remember you by. Tywin also watches him leave and the sound of his retreating footsteps echoes in the stony hallway until they are nothing but a faint memory.
You turn back to Tywin with a slightly raised brow as you repeat his own threat back to him, âAnd how would you deal with the matter more personally?â
âMy rooms. Now.â Barely sparing you a glance as his voice remains perfectly even, Tywin turns on himself as he makes long strides towards his own personal quarters and you follow him quickly, knowing that whatever conversation he wishes to hold is one which would be much better suited to a private setting.
Passing through the winding halls of the keep, you cross very few others and those who do walk your path show the appropriate amount of respect to their Lord before offering you a much more familiar nod of recognition as you smile back at them and attempt to keep up with Tywinâs long steps. Before too long, you arrive at the thick, armoured door which acts as a final line of defence against any intruders who wished to enter Tywinâs private chambers and you pause to catch your breath as Tywin pushes at the heavy wood.
Tywin holds the door open to allow you to pass by and you do so with a small muttering of thanks. Walking ahead of him into the spacious bedroom, you head straight towards the large bed which sits on the furthest side of the room as you listen to Tywin lock the doors behind you to ensure a moment of privacy.
The room is bathed in red and gold, Lannister colours seeping into every possible aspect of the design while lions glare at you from all directions. The familiar room is busy but not cluttered; books and various pots of ink and parchment decorating many of the side tables with those which Tywin revisited most often being kept closer to the bed than others. You glance at them as you take a soft position at the very end of the bed â perching on the edge as you cross your ankles.
Tywin comes to a stand before you after ensuring the door is locked, deliberately leaving a small distance which forces you to tilt your head up at him in order to hold his eye. His expression, as ever, is difficult to determine but you canât sense any anger hiding within the handsome, lined face.
"Why did you pull your dagger on him?â Tywin asks, the words holding the faintest disappointment. âYou realise that I may now have to answer questions on why I allow my personal maid to carry a blade."
"I like the fear in his eyes. I'll remember it every time he looks at me but, more importantly, so will he." You answer honestly, instinctively smoothing the plush blankets on the bed before sitting on the edge of them. "Besides, who is going to question you? Who would be brave enough to look the fierce Tywin Lannister in the eye and question how he runs his personal homestead?" The appeal to his pride never fails to net approval and you slip it within your reply like a small boon.
Tywin made a soft noise in his throat somewhere between approval and irritation as he stands by the end of his bed, gazing down at the unrepentant look which you are offering him.
"What would you have me do with him?"
"Nothing. I want him to live with the knowledge that he's earned your ire and that his debt will come due one day."
Sighing slightly, the amusement which sits subtly in Tywinâs expression refuses to shift, "You are a wicked, petty thing."
"I dare to think that you like that about me. Would you kill him if I asked?
"That depends. What insult did he hurl to inspire such ire?"
"He called me a mad and a whore."
Tywin coughs at that, hiding a soft laugh behind the much rougher sound as he replies to the confession with a considerate hum.
"You are a pretty young thing who is clearly well-kept and takes great pride in herself. The assumption on his behalf is a fair one."
"Then Iâm surprised that the great Tywin Lannister would allow the common man to assume that he fucks whores. I thought he had a reputation to uphold?"
"Hm, you are mouthy tonight.â Tywin chastises with a soft growl, his hand dropping to grip at your chin firmly and force your head higher to meet his own tilted neck. âCareful, little one, or I'll take real offense to those smart tones."
"You like it when I'm mouthy.â You fire back gently. âEveryone else is too afraid of you to have any real fun."
"Good. They should be."
Tilting your head slightly, you allow a decidedly more wicked expression to touch at your features as your eyes widen and your mouth curls into an inviting smirk. You bring your hand up to wrap it around his own, feeling the calloused skin as you stroke your softer digits across the roughened patches.
"Would the old lion like to see how mouthy I can be?â You offer with a purr, bringing your other hand up to play softly with your hair as you glance pointedly between him and his groin. âHe did intervene and save an innocent maiden from an untoward bastard. That's got to be worthy of a reward."
"Innocent." Tywin repeats with a scoff, his lined face disbelieving, "But have it your way. I know when a battle is not worth fighting."
Standing by the edge of the bed, Tywin makes no effort to move as you run your hands up his covered thighs and make short work of the clothing in your way to remove his cock from its confines. Heâs already mostly hard, the limitations of age not quite having sunk their claws into him yet, and you tuck the burgundy material of his tunic flush to his stomach as you shift it out of the way of your prize.
His cock juts from his groin with a shameless pride, ringed by a healthy thick patch of mostly-greyed pubic hair which adds a certain dignity to things. Heâs as clean as ever, his hygiene of those unspoken things which you greatly appreciated about his person, and you quickly wrap a hand around his shaft to pull gently at his foreskin and reveal the slightly darker skin which covers his cockhead.
âYou will need to move closer if you want your reward, my lord.â
Tywin takes a solid step forward, his right hand coming to rest on the wooden post which sits at the corner of the bed as he steadies himself in position. You pump your hand along his cock for a moment, enjoying the velvety heat of it between your fingers as you maintain a gentle, teasing grip. He grows harder beneath your touch, reaching full arousal quickly as you bring the head of his cock closer to your lips and dampen it with your tongue.
He was not a vocal man and that had proven itself across the various pleasures which you had shared between you. Whether you pleased him by mouth or cunt, ridden or splayed, no variant of pleasure seemed enough to break the stoic control which he held over his reactions and it was a game you loved to indulge in as you learned what little things made him tick.
Dragging your tongue across the underside of his shaft nets you a familiar hiss of appreciation as his cock twitches within your grasp. Finally, you bring him within your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and taking the head of his cock between your lips as you use your tongue to pull him deeper.
âVain temptress.â Tywin mutters, his eyes dark and predatory as he snaps his hips forward enough to force you to accept another two inches of his cock â the sudden fullness within your mouth taking a moment to acclimatise to as he continues. âI know the game you are playing and you will never win.â
âThe gods reward those who try, my lord.â You hum into his cock, accepting him back into your mouth as you set to work on showing a proper appreciation for his intervention. Pleasing him just as he likes, you split your attention between your mouth and hand â using both to ensure that his length was never without a moments peace as you habitually glance up to meet his gaze.
As ever, his focus is relentless. Eyes sharp and filled with an intensity which makes you feel like a butterfly spread wide and pinned to a board for examination, the thrill of them sends a fresh wave of arousal through your neglected cunt as you feel the dampness pressing into your undergarments. As though sensing your distraction by your own need, Tywin drops his free hand to your hair as he uses it to sternly guide you along his cock.
Content to be used, you allow him to set your pace as you hollow your cheeks and steal small breaths where possible as he pulls free and has you service him with your tongue. Knowing his business for the evening is clearly complete, there is a high chance that he will be yours for the night and the thought of a decent fuck to come makes you extra willing to please.
Before too long, Tywinâs hand tightens against your scalp with his fingers firm and nails only just scraping your skin as he pulls your head close â burying his cock deep within your throat without hesitation as he chases his own release with a selfish delight. Practised and relaxed enough to accept him without the shameful need to retch being too strong, you feel the telltale pulse in his shaft just before a low, satisfied growl slips free of his lips and he spills his release deep within your throat. Having no other choice, you swallow down every drop as you dig your thumbs into the leathery fabric which encases his thighs and use your grip to focus on pleasuring him through his peak.
His gasping breaths are still surprisingly measured but you drink in the low groan of desire which escapes him as he slowly comes down from his release and pulls himself free of your mouth â your lips plump and buzzing with use. You gaze up at him with wicked eyes, delighted in how quickly he had spilled within your mouth and you watch him tuck his cock away with a small smile.
"Is the lord of Casterly Rock satisfied?â You ask, voice only a little hoarse from the firm use of your mouth. âDoes he require any further services this evening?"
Remaining silent as he walks to one of the many tables which litter the side of his private chambers, Tywin picks up a soft, clean handkerchief and presents it to you with an unspoken invitation. Plucking it from his hand, you wipe at your mouth to clean off the little pockets of mess which have accumulated at the corners of your lips and just above your chin. Nodding to him in thanks, you keep the handkerchief in hand as you slip further up the bed to lie against one of the pillows which litter the upper half.
Tywin only answers your question as he finally slips around the other side of the bed and drops to the plush sheets, immediately reclining at a sitting position to allow him to gaze down at you with an expression which is vaguely amused and satiated in its wants as some of the firmer lines across his face seem less settled.
"He wishes nothing more than to enjoy some evening wine and perhaps the company of his handmaiden a little longer if she would be so kind?"
"How could I refuse, my lord." You laugh softly, wondering if the old lion has another round in him so quickly as your thoughts once again shift to the aching need which remains unsatisfied between your legs.
do you ever look back at your relationship with someone on the internet and just think oh my god iâm so fucking glad i clicked follow they make my life so much better
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Warframe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Drifter/Arthur Nightingale
Characters: Drifter (Warframe), Arthur Nightingale, Viktor Vodyanoi
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Date Gone Bad, Slice of Life, Secret Crush, Fluff, Female drifter
Summary:
When Seilaâs date with Viktor leaves her stranded in the middle of nowhere, she finds herself standing on the doorstep of none other than Arthur Nightingale, her secret crush.
My first warframe fic! So excited to share this one, it was for a prompt request from @ficwip event and I had a blast exploring Seila and Arthurâs relationship in a setting without Protoframes or Techrot or Warframes. Thank you @incognito-insomniac for betaing <3
warnings: swearing, probably blasphemy heâs the devil after all, menstruation, mention of drugs
âWhatâs wrong?â John asked, sitting on the edge of the couch. âYou practically avoided me all day at the office and now youâre hiding all the way back here watching the rain.â He ran the back of his hand over my cheek. âCome on. You can tell me.â
âI just havenât felt well today.â I shrugged. John raised an eyebrow at me.
âdarling what have i told you about lying to me?â He said, putting his hands together. âI donât like it when you lie to me.â I rolled my eyes at him. âItâs your period isnât it?â
âyou and your damn puppy dog eyes John!â I laughed as he smiled at me. âYes it is. Felt like shit and I knew you were going to want me to take the rest of the day off and we couldnât afford to do that. So I ran away from you.â I leaned onto him. âEven though I knew youâd be pissed off about it.â John wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
âYouâre right. It did piss me off.â He sighed. âBut itâs understandable.â He drew little circles into my arm. âYou know, I could work a littleâŠmagic so to speak.â
âI thought all your powers were taken in the fall.â I said, looking up at him. John smirked at me.
âyou believe everything you read in that book?â He asked, clearly amused. âAbsentee landlord remember? Some stuff sneaks by.â John brought his fist up to his mouth, mimed blowing into it and pretended to throw something away. âIâve still got a little something something up my sleeve.â I chuckled at him.
âsure. And the almighty wouldnât notice if all of a sudden his greatest design flaw stopped working?â I scoffed. âThatâs bullshit John and you know it.â He shrugged.
âstill worth a try.â He chuckled. âEternal punishment for one act of rebellion. Stupidest idea Iâve ever heard of.â I nodded in agreement. âHow about you and I take the rest of the week off? Hmm? That young hotshot Lomax can handle some more cases. Heâs blowing through the plea deals like a pile of coke.â
âwhen are you planning on telling him youâre daddy dearest?â I asked, moving to lean against him as I turned my attention back to the rain. John started rubbing his hand over where my cramps were the worst. His hand heated up slightly, making me sink back against his chest.
âAll in due time.â John muttered. âHeâs not ready yet. That young wife of his though. Never in a million years did I think Iâd find anyone so easy to tempt. But she is ripe for the picking.â
âlooking to trade me in?â I teased, tilting my head back to look at him. John chuckled before tilting his head down to kiss me.
ânever sweetheart.â He assured me. âNever.â
âgood.â I sighed as my cramps started to subside. âLomax suspects though. He confronted his mother the other day. She may have let slip that his father was the devil but in his mindâŠwell thatâs just a sweet little term of endearment sheâs using to say he was a prick.â
âI plan to keep it that way a little while longer.â John said, looking out the window. âBoth his wife and his mother will probably go mad with his rantings and ravings.â John chuckled. âThat case I gave him back home is headed towards appeals. Maybe Iâll make him watch how that one goes.â
âruining a manâs career? Isnât that a little below the devil?â I asked, smiling up at him. John shrugged with a smirk.
âtechnically so is falling for a mortal but look at the pretty little thing in my lap.â He teased back. âStill the easiest temptation Iâve ever done. And who knew. You were able to tempt the devil himself. Got to be some kind of award for that.â I laughed as John kissed my cheek.
âyeah wellâŠâ I turned to look at him again. âAs far as Iâm concerned the only kind of devil you are to me is between the sheets.â John grinned wickedly at him.
âand as long as you behave and donât pull the kind of crap you pulled today, thatâs the only kind of devil I will ever be to you.â He leaned in close enough that our noses touched. âNow if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to raise a little hell on poor Mr. Lomax.â
âand then youâre going to come back and be my personal heater.â I said, leaning in to kiss John. He smiled against my lips as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I happily granted it, almost moaning as his forked tongue flicked into my mouth. John pulled away with a chuckle.
âDonât wait up.â He smirked before straightening his suit and heading back out.
warnings: swearing, menstruation, mention of harassment
I tucked my legs under me as I channel surfed. I rolled my eyes as I passed by the news networks, finding them still bashing Winstonâs attempt to reintroduce supers to the public. A cramp rolled through me making me wince. I heard the door open and glanced over. Winston smiled at me as he closed it behind him.
âhey. Thought Iâd find you here.â He said, sitting down next to me and throwing his arm over the back of the couch. I adjusted so I was laying against him. âHeard you left early today. Everything alright?â
âWasnât feeling great today.â I murmured. Winston hugged me tightly. âThought Iâd get out of everyoneâs hair and rest up.â Winston started rubbing circles into my back.
âare you feeling better now?â He whispered, pressing his face into my hair.
âa little. I took some painkillers. Had a heating pad earlier.â I tilted my head up to look at him, accidentally bumping our noses together. âSorry.â I smiled softly at him. Winston tilted his head so our noses were touching.
âno big deal.â He smiled at me. âAbout todayâŠâ Winston sighed as he rubbed his nose against mine. âI heard what Susanne talked to you aboutâŠâ
âoh. That.â I said, ducking my head to lay it on his chest. I felt the tears well up at the mere thought of the meeting with my supervisor. âIt was nothing.â
ânothing doesnât make you cry.â Winston pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. âNothing doesnât make you decide to just up and go home.â I blinked and watched a tear fall onto his blue suit. â(Y/N)âŠâ
âa client called to complain about me.â I admitted, sniffling. âSusanne told me we needed to talk about it but bashed my customer service instead. Even though the recorded call would prove me right.â Winston pressed another kiss to my neck as my shoulders shook. âThey said that Iâd been bad mouthing you. That I had said the whole screen slaver thing happened because of your trust in supers.â Winston held me tighter. âAnd Susanne said if I had spent as much time brushing up on my customer service skills as I did shacking up with you, then maybe I wouldnât have so many issues.â
âDid she mention the issue with Ben again?â Winston asked. âI know that was an issue too.â
âOh yeah. That even though he lied about me harassing him and he openly admitted to harassing me, it was on my record and there wasnât anything anyone could do about it now.â I sniffled again and Winston sighed. He tilted my head up so I would look at him. I tried to blink away my tears but he wiped them away instead.
âmy offer still stands.â He whispered. âPlease take it. This isnât worthâŠâ I cut him off.
âIâm fine win. Just my period making everything worse than what it is. I can take the hits.â I gave him a watery smile. âYou know that.â Winston shook his head.
âitâs not just your period. This is big shit being turned on you. And hell Iâm tired of people twisting your words and you getting in trouble for it. I listened to that call. You defended me and sure you got a little flustered and frustrated but donât we all when our partners are involved. You did nothing wrong. And she wants to send you to customer service training on devtechs dime. Itâs not worth your mental health (Y/N).â Winston cupped my cheeks and leaned his forehead against mine.
âwinâŠâ I whispered.
âno. Let me finish.â He said, eyes shining. âThis keeping your cool bullshit is something she needs to work on. Not you. She needs to look into what harassment is because itâs on Ben accusing you of shit you didnât do or say. Itâs him misconstruing what you said. Thatâs on him. Not you. And Iâm tired of coming home to my partner upset by something some idiots at my company said or did. Enough is enough. Take Evelynâs old job. No one else deserves it more than you and no one else can do better than you to fix the reputation of the company.â
âwin, I donât know anything about tech development.â I said, curling my fingers around his wrists.
âthatâs what think tanks are for. Or just throwing things at the wall and hoping they stick.â Winston laughed. âBut hey you can work a camera right? Thatâs what I need right now. Thought supersuit cameras back in action and helping elastagirl and Mr. Incredible show the world that supers deserve the positive attention theyâre getting.â
âwe could always bring back that idea you had.â I suggested sheepishly.
âwhich one?â Winston asked. âI have so many itâs hard to keep up.â I laughed. Winston smiled at the sound, even if it was shaky.
âsupewatch.â I said, a small smile growing on my face. âThe twenty four hour super channel. Old interviews. New ones. Footage both old and new. Maybe mix some live coverage in there. Show them in the positive light they need for the law to be officially changed.â Winston smiled at me before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
âthat is exactly the kind of thinking I need on this.â He whispered. âThat mean youâll take the job?â
âyeah.â I smiled at him. âIâll take the job.â Winston kissed me again.
âgood. Now, Iâm going to order us some food, grab you the heating pad and weâre going to discuss more of this idea of ours.â Winston tapped my nose before getting off the couch.
