The hospital smelled the same. Too clean. Although chaotic in its own way, it was too quiet and detached from the life Tommy Shelby had built for himself.
Lizzie stood at the entrance of the Queen Elizabeth Hospital. Her stomach churned at the reminder of Ruby being brought here and Tommy not wanting to let go of her. The last time she stepped foot in this hospital was to say goodbye to her daughter. Lizzie made her way through the clinical corridors, not asking herself if she should be here, she already knew the answer.
Six years since she had walked away from him, taken Charlie, and put distance between her stepson and everything that came with the Shelby name, yet a phone call is all it took.
Tommy Shelby. He is in a critical condition, but stable. He’s sedated and on a ventilator.
It was always going to be something like that.
Her heels echoed lightly in the too quiet intensive care unit as she was taken to the bay Tommy was in. The place was calm and quiet compared to the normal life Tommy lived. With the nurse leaving, Lizzie approached his bed and just stood at the edge, her arms folding across her chest like she was holding herself together rather than keeping distance.
A soft sigh fell from her parted lips before she spoke with an almost whisper. “You look worse.” Of course, there was no answer. Just the machines. Her gaze moved over the tubes, the ventilator, and the stillness. This wasn’t the man she left, but it was a consequence of him. “You didn’t change, did you hm?” She murmured. “Not really.” After a pause she sat down on the chair. “I knew you wouldn’t.”
Lizzie swallowed the small lump in her throat as she watched the machine breathing for him. Tommy never needed anyone, or anything to breathe for him, and now he did. He looked smaller, not physically, but everything else about him. The presence, the weight, the control had been stripped away and replaced by tubes, wires, dressings and the machine making his chest rise and fall like it owned him. Her fingers hovered over his hand slightly and then pulled back into her palm.
Six years.
Six fucking years since she last been this close to him, had chosen to leave him, and now here he was, not calling her back, not asking, just pulling her in anyway.
Finally her hand reached out to his, her fingers brushing against it softly before settling around it. “They told me you were critical” she said. “Didn’t say you’d look like this though.” Her thumb unconsciously moved against his skin. “I moved on, Tommy. I had to and you know that.” She said sadly, her eyes drifting down to where their hands met. “You’ve got another son too. Remember? He’s not a boy anymore. He’s nearly nineteen, joined the Army. Taken after you eh? You’d hate that” a faint breath left her, almost a ghost of a laugh, but not quite. “Or maybe you wouldn’t.” She shook her head slightly “no you would.” Lizzie knew that Tommy would hate Charlie being in the Army after what it did to him. He’d never wish the trauma on anyone, never mind his kin.
“You don’t get to drag him back into this, Tommy” Lizzie said firmly. “You hear me? It’s not fair. I kept him out of all of it. Everything you built, everything you are, he doesn’t get that.” She looked back to him and swallowed thickly. “So don’t you wake up and ruin that” her words a little softer. Lizzie had done what she did with good intentions. “But..” She paused “I have notified him and it is up to him if he comes and visits you. He is an adult who can make decisions himself.”
Lizzie leaned in slightly “you don’t live the way you did and get an ending that makes sense” her words lingered before she continued, “but you’re still here” she straightened herself up slightly. “If you wake up, when you wake up” she held it for a moment, “don’t expect anything to be the same.”
Getting to her feet she inhaled sharply. “Don’t die..” she uttered placing her bag onto her shoulder. “And don’t make me regret coming here.” her words were simple, but blunt. Giving him one last glance, she sighed and made her way out leaving him with the machines, the silence and everything unsaid and yet somewhere beneath it all, still fighting.
'As always, my beautiful listeners and viewers,' Sigtryggr breathed in the microphone, his voice low and calm, barely above a whisper, 'we thank you deeply from the bottom of our hearts for having joined us for yet another episode of An Hour of Spice.'
'We wish you a pleasant evening,' Sihtric added, his voice equally as warm and tender as his co-host's, 'and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable,' he chuckled softly and winked to the camera, knowing he had just made thousands of viewers squirm in their seats all over the world, as per usual.
He'd never tire of using that line to end their podcast, and Sigtryggr never stopped him either as he knew the listeners and viewers loved hearing those words before each episode ended.
An Hour of Spice with Sihtric & Sigtryggr was a successful podcast in which the two men discussed all things erotic. Each episode they'd talk about steamy stories that listeners had sent in and discuss the latest spicy book and movie releases. But there was also more than enough time to discuss their own sexual adventures and fantasies, and it was also a safe place for listeners to ask questions live on air and seek advice when needed. The men touched upon all topics without shying away from anything, breaking taboos by explaining kinks and fetishes in a respectful manner to inform those who simply were curious, as well as discussing ways of how to perform various sexual acts in safe ways.
"Well obviously not!" Dumac burst out. "How long have you been alive?"
"How long have YOU been alive? I haven't heard anything about you!"
"I've heard all about you, it's hard not to." Dumac gave a rather sharp grin. "Serjo sword-swallower."
"Better than you ever were."
"That's like saying you're better than Kagrenac at talking to people. The bar is in oblivion." Dumac gave another laugh. "I'd ask what you've been up to, but..."
"Oh, you know. Making Voryn sane again, ruining the king's plans, politicking that I hate doing."
"You should try being less good at it, then you wouldn't have to."
"And you, Dumac?" Nerevar asked. "You're at the beach gym, though. Are you one of the muscle heads?"
"I am not a muscle head, I am the muscle head." Dumac raised his arms and flexed. "Tamriel's strongest, four years running."
"How did nobody...well I know how Voryn didn't notice, but..." Nerevar sighed. "...how many of you are back? Do you know what caused it?"
"Kagrenac, and a few of the court from the old days...we've got a sort of enclave near Hla Oad. We weren't sure how this Tribunal of yours would handle having people who knew the truth around...that is, we were trying to keep a low profile until Kagrenac got onto the Akaviri fighting robot circuit."
"I bet that just went swimmingly," Nerevar laughed. "Is he running it now?"
"They made him a judge and gave him his own category. If your creation lasts more than eight seconds with one of his it's a success."
The conversation went on like this as they got the food and then started to head back. Bags of greasy fried guar and ash yam fries...and one giant sweetroll in a box to share.
"Voryn is himself again, then?" Dumac asked. "Good to hear. Now I only have to worry about one of you threatening to eat my heart."
"Eat your WHAT?" Sadara burst out, finally, after a lengthy silence, trying not to drop the sweetroll. "You didn't tell me about that."
"I was under the influence, alright?"
"Under the influence of bloodlust and rage," Dumac said, "What Nerevar obviously didn't tell you was that he was completely hammered and hadn't eaten all day. He'd already cut out one heart he couldn't eat--"
Not for the first or last did Sadara then wonder what the fuck she'd gotten herself into.
"Well I don't do that anymore," Nerevar said. "And the owner of that heart is busy elsewhere anyway."
"What heart is this and who are you talking about?" Sadara questioned.
"Lorkhan's. Or...whoever he is this century. He calls himself Wulf now, Almalexia likes to send me pictures of him in a cage."
"A savage even now," Dumac said, with a hint of disapproval.
"Oh no, he enjoys it," Nerevar said, "Lorkhan and his ilk are just...like that. Kynareth, Boethiah..."
They approached Voryn's spot under the umbrella now. The mer appeared to be asleep, but the moment they neared him he bolted upright.
"It certainly took you long enough," he said, "What took you--"
Then his eyes fell on Dumac.
"What are YOU doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question, tube-boy. I see you've yet to grow any muscle on that stick frame you call a body."
Voryn huffed. "I am a sorceror, I have no need to look like YOU."
Sadara wasn't sure what to think of this tension...something must have happened back in the First Era, to make Voryn so dislike Dumac, but she couldn't figure what it might be.
"Can't we get along?" Nerevar asked. "Or at least sit down and eat without bloodshed?"
"As long as he keeps his hands off the two of you."
Oh, so it's that. I should've guessed, Sadara thought. She brought out the giant sweetroll and started dividing it up. Is there anyone from that point you didn't fuck?
Between that and the heart eating thing...it was a wonder there wasn't actually a fight.
"I can get my own lovers," Dumac said.
As they started eating, the tension thankfully started to die off. Dumac filled Voryn in on what the Dwemer who'd come back were doing. Some were running a Dwemer museum, the one or two craftsmen of Kagrenac's type were inventing any number of things. One had tried to develop an engine on wheels but no one had gone for it - it was too noisy, people said, and it would spook the silt striders and horses people used, so he'd instead started working on a larger model that would run on tracks. One had designed a line of soul-gem powered power tools and was practically a millionaire.
"They all seem to be doing well," Sadara said, "I've always heard Dwemer were brilliant at everything they put their minds to."
"You hear wrong," Dumac said, "But I'm very glad to hear you think highly of us."
"Dumac," Nerevar said warningly.
Dumac knew what he was doing, clearly.
A pause. Then a screech as a cliffracer swooped suddenly down and stole the sausage right out of Nerevar's hand.
"Hey! HEY!" he shouted, and ran after it. "Give that back!"
Dumac said he'd find them later, he had training for the next year's Tamriel's Strongest to get back to.
"He's nice," Sadara looked after him as he left.
"Too nice." Voryn grumbled. "You shouldn't be alone with him."
"I prefer the two of you anyway," she retorted. "Now, I'm going to go swimming. You're welcome to join me."
He was reluctant to leave the shade of the umbrella, but he did eventually follow her.
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Later in the evening, as they were getting back to their room, a letter arrived.
"Barenziah," Nerevar said, looking at the name, "Why's she writing to you?"
"Are you sure it's not for me?" Sadara asked.
"No, it's addressed to Voryn and I..." Nerevar was confused, and opened it, glancing over the lines within. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Voryn asked. "Is she reimbursing you for paying for Helseth's demise?"
"No." Nerevar sat down and looked up, seeming suddenly lost. "She figured out--she wants me to be King."
"WHAT?"
"After she dies, I'll automatically inherit the throne if I..."
"If you what?"
Nerevar seemed baffled and worried at the same time.
"If you what, Nerevar?"
"I'd have to marry her first, to make it easier to pass me the crown."
(This is based on this post I made a while ago, shoutout to @bunk12bear for suggesting the format!)
(I know the formatting is a bit weird because of how tumblr is posting it, but it’s much clearer/cleaner over here on ao3! But generally I think it works better on desktop than mobile...)
Ok everyone, this is the official megathread to discuss this post from Eddie. Mods have decided it’s been too crazy in here and it needs to be compressed.
If you missed it, although I don’t see HOW at this point, Eddie and a man (who was named by fans in the 90s as Hotdude Inthebackground) have apparently been engaged since 1989 and were among the first same sex couples to get married in Indiana this morning. Hotdude has previously been assumed to be part of their security but *shrug* looks like we were wrong. We’ve been overwhelmed with posts on the subject so keep it in this ONE PLACE please from now on.
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EddiesGirl 8hr ago
Are we sure it’s not a joke?
---mrboombastic 8hr ago
Yes baby we’re sure
---EddiesGirl 8hr ago
How though?
---mrboombastic 7hr ago
They’ve never joked about anything like this, sex and sexuality
is probably the one thing they’ve always been super serious
about. Guess this is why.
---user37397564397569 8hr ago
U mad?
---EddiesGirl 7hr ago
Just not sure I believe it
throwawayfuckeddie 7hr ago
burning all my cc shit right now man. don’t need a fucking fag on my car stereo. fuck eddie.
---Mycoffinisfineactually 7hr ago
They still have your money, dude. But sure, go ahead and destroy
all your shit.
---throwawayfuckeddie 7hr ago
fuck you too.
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---frogger75 8hr ago
You kiss your mother with that mouth?
---lokisbabe 8hr ago
What the fuck?
---allthegoodnamesweretaken 7hr ago
That’s…an interesting threat? I think?
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---freakmeup 6hr ago
Digging your own grave here. Just stop.
---(comment deleted)
---seven8nine 5hr ago
No way you could fit your entire truck up there
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pussyfromaboywithcatears 7hr ago
Do we even know Hotdude’s real name? I mean I doubt Eddie’s going to be Mr. Inthebackground from now on?
---bornindenial 7hr ago
I don’t think so? Someone on twitter said Eddie used the name
‘Steve’ literally one time when they were at a signing and Hotdude was the
one who came to the table. No proof though.
---pussyfromaboywithcatears 7hr ago
Strange thing to wait until NOW to mention. Also, Steve?
Generic af. My money’s on that being a lie and ‘Steve’ was the first name
they thought of.
---babygotfront 7hr ago
Eddie’s got the name ‘Dustin’ tatted on his leg?
---pussyfromaboywithcatears 6hr ago
Along with about eight or nine others, so unless we’re also
thinking Hotdude’s name is also either Jane or Erica, I don’t think
that makes sense.
---lokisbabe 6hr ago
Twitter right now is saying Steve and this tracks for me. Eddie’s got
that big S tattoo on his ring finger.
---frogger75 6hr ago
Did he not saying that stood for ‘sucking dick’?
---EddiesGirl 6hr ago
When did he say that? Like is he even really gay?
---Mycoffinisfineactually 6hr ago
sweetie he’s been out a long time, its time to move on
---indianaguy 5hr ago
I knew eddie in highschool and that is absolutely something
he’d get a tattoo of.
---mrboombastic 5hr ago
My guy. Check your fucking yearbook rn to see if Hotdude in
there.
---sevendogsinatrenchcoat 5hr ago
No way to verify, Eddie never graduated, ergo no yearbook.
Got his GED in 98.
---mrboombastic 5hr ago
We get yearbooks every year but yeah you’re right, too
hard to verify
---freakmeup 5hr ago
Ignore this guy, he’s always on all the conspiracy boards
claiming wild shit about. Russian invasions and monsters.
Says the earthquake that gave Eddie that scar on his face was
an evil wizard. The band themselves have renounced him as a
fan.
---indianaguy 4hr ago
Fuck you you fucking sheep
---freakmeup 3hr ago
Baaaaaa
CallMeByYourMothersName 5hr ago
holy fuck HOLY FUCK everyone needs to watch this video right now. Eddie blowing a kiss to the side of the stage at MSG and if you turn up the brightness HOTDUDE IS THERE AND HE CATCHES IT
---ninebrassmonkeys 5hr ago
Oh shit that’s cute
---ninebrassmonkeys01 4hr ago
I have a bone to pick with you
---burningmanwasboring 5hr ago
Oh shit that’s cute, indeed
Chesticles03 5hr ago
Does this mean Lollipop is about Hotdude’s dick?
---pissbaby75 5hr ago
…yes I believe it does
---showmeyourfeet 5hr ago
lol you’re right it probably does
---drumbitch98 5hr ago
There’s a video of Hotdude wearing a Lollipop shirt at a meet and
greet! Eddie told the person recording that it was a merch sample
that never got made!
---pissbaby75 5hr ago
I’ve seen this video omg wait let me find it I’m sure it’s on
youtube
pissbaby75 4hr ago
HERE is the video of Hotdude in the scrapped Lollipop merch and I swear at 1:23 he SAYS HIS NAME. Headphones on full volume. This was from 2002. Whoa.
---CaptionBot
Here are the captions for this video!
“Hi guys thanks for coming”
“I’m so excited to meet you, your music saved my life”
“Awesome to hear that man, glad you’re still around. Is this the
shirt you brought to get signed?”
“Yes please. I think all the Lollipop merch get sold out already but
this one is awesome too”
“I’ll pass it on to Will our designer, thank you. There was only
samples made for
Lollipop stuff *laughing sounds* They said looked too much like a
dick to sell. (Steve?) back there has the only actual one. Here you
go, enjoy the show tonight!”
“Did you call me?”
“Oh my god Hotdude! Hi!”
“Uh, hey?”
---Chesticles03 4hr ago
STEVE!!!!!!!!!! He definitely does say Steve!
---interestingreaction 4hr ago
The tattoo of the S on his hand. It all makes sense now.
---jackskullboy 4hr ago
As much fun as the story he tells about it being about his love for
sucking dick is, I agree that this is a better fit
CorrodedCorpse 4hr ago
Hotdude has an E tattoo! Repeat! Hotdude has an E tattoo! This video of him in shorts lifting an amp into a van is grainy because hey, cellphones in the mid 00s, right? But the tat on his left leg has a very definite E shape. Props to tumblr for spotting this one.
---punchanazi 4hr ago
How is it that we’re literally only clocking this now?
---CorrodedCorpse 4hr ago
He’s also topless. We were not focusing on anything but
Hotdude without a shirt
on.
---punchanazi 3hr ago
Valid.
EddiesGirl 3hr ago
There’s been nothing posted online since. I still don’t think this is for real if he hasn’t posted a follow up.
---coffinfucker 3hr ago
How does that logic work?
---EddiesGirl 3hr ago
Well wouldn’t you be posting your wedding day for everyone to
see?
---coffinfucker 3hr ago
He kept it secret since the 80’s and you think now is when
that’ll change? We were lucky to even get this. There was more
info about Beyonce’s first trimester on Blue Ivy than there was about
this relationship until literally 10 hours ago.
---EddiesGirl 2hr ago
I just think he owes us more of an explanation. We’re the ones
paying his bills.
---Mycoffinisfineactually 3hr ago
I think you should log off
---EddiesGirl 3hr ago
Why? Because I want to know why he’s lied to us for so long
he’s not the person I thought he was if he’s been lying about
being in a relationship for so long.
---Mycoffinisfineactually 3hr ago
*facepalm*
---EddiesGirl 2hr ago
If you’re ok with supporting someone who has the capacity
for such a huge lie then fine. Some of us are on discord
writing an open letter about it.
---Mycoffinisfinactually 1hr ago
oh my god of course you are
allaboutthatbass 3hr ago
Is this Hotdude in this video? In the yellow? Is someone calling him Harry?
Edit: sorry, new to this. LINK
---showmeyourfeet 3hr ago
You forgot the link, champ
---allaboutthatbass 3hr ago
Sorry, fixed it.
---ozzyozzy 3hr ago
That’s Hotdude! It doesn’t sound like Harry though. More like ‘Here,
Tony’. Is his name Tony?
---CallMeByYourMothersName 3hr ago
No we’ve figured out it’s Steve, but you’re right that there’s two
parts to whatever he’s being called. Surname maybe?
---thedoctordonna 3hr ago
He looks great in yellow
---pissbaby75 3hr ago
He looks fuckin great in yellow
---milestellme 3hr ago
Definitely his colour
---daisiesonyournightstand 2hr ago
More Hotdude in yellow content please
---27 more replies
---CoffinUpMyHeart 2hr ago
If you slow the video down it sounds like they’re saying Harrington.
Could that be it?
---coochieluver 2hr ago
Steve Harrington is such a Midwest name jesus christ
---bodysnatcher 2hr ago
I hear it too. Sounds like Harrington for sure
EddiesGirl 2hr ago
If anyone wants to add their name to the letter of why we as fans feel betrayed by not hearing about this before now, I’ll leave the link here.
---mrboombastic 2hr ago
Are you still here?
---Mycoffinisfineactually 2hr ago
This is so funny
---showmeyourfeet 2hr ago
What the fuck is this?
---TheNumberOneBanished 2hr ago
There are easier ways to ask me to ban you
---pussyfromaboywithcatears 2hr ago
Careful throwing that ‘we’ word around
tusconarizona 1hr ago
It’s kind of hard to see for sure because it’s a screenshot of an old Top Of The Pops performance, but this looks like Eddie holding Hotdude’s hand when they leave the stage?
---BeamMeUpThotty 1hr ago
Hard to tell! Could be just Hotdude putting his hand out to help
him step down off the stage?
TimCurryingMyFavour 1hr ago
Was he ever just a security guard?
---ironmanCW 1hr ago
Now there’s a question.
---TimCurryingMyFavour 1 hr ago
Like how did they even meet?
mopthefloor 38 minutes ago
I wonder if Eddie knows how big a deal this is?
---callousedanus 35 minutes ago
That he’s married?
---mopthefloor 27 minutes ago
Well yeah but like, that he’s officially gay now too. NME has been
saying for years that he’s been joking about it. This is huge for their queer
fanbase
---throwawayfuckeddie 20 minutes ago
fuck their queer fanbase
---mopthefloor 17 minutes ago
Don’t threaten me with a good time
---callousedanus 25 minutes ago
They’ve been pretty clear about never joking about that kind of
thing (I think it was discussed further up the thread?) so NME
haven’t been paying close enough attention. I get what you
mean though, very validating, especially in this scene.
SpaceDogsInMyBrain 26 minutes ago
Hasn’t Eddie said that he lurks this subreddit? I wonder if he’ll see this?
---eddiem 20 minutes ago
Yep!
TheNumberOneBanished just now
Ok! So we’re locking this thread now because we’ve come very close to accidentally doxxing Hotdude! We’ve been given a super rare insight into Eddie’s personal life and we’re going to stay respectful of it.
Also, Eddie has posted another picture on Instagram, you can see it here.
tl;dr for anyone too lazy to click, it’s a picture of them holding hands backstage at a show, it’s pretty cute. Caption confirms that Hotdude’s name is in fact Steve, they met through friends in 1986, and that CC will be scheduling their long awaited farewell tour dates once they’re back from honeymoon.
It’s been a pretty wild day for us in the fanbase, but if it’s one thing we can all take away from this, it’s that Hotdude looks great in yellow.
SUMMARY: You were supposed to enjoy your trip away with your friends when things go awry and you cross paths with a stranger who is so intent to leave his past behind, he tries to steal your car...
Enemies to Friends to Lovers???? I GUESS?????
WARNINGS: My terrible editing?? Some swearing I guess lol? Some light violence.
MODERN!Aegon x F!Reader
PART 1 of 8
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“— Yeah, I know… You don’t need to remind me, alright? I brought everything.” You sigh in exasperation; you hadn’t even arrived at the lodge and this trip away was already such a chore. If the four-hour drive to your destination wasn’t already a chore, then talking to your friend Julie was even more cumbersome.
“Right, well you better – Ray’s already here… he’s so down to fuck.” Julie snorted over the phone, among the sounds of distant chatter which only indicated that most of your friends had made it to the lodge. It wasn’t your fault that you were racing out of a stranger’s apartment in the early hours of the morning… well… mostly.
Your eyes were firmly planted on the road ahead, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the phone up, you could already feel the expectant gazes of your friends as you arrive to ‘consummate’ the fantasy relationship they had built in their heads between you and this Ray person who they wouldn’t shut up about over the first half of the Summer Break.
“Mmhmm, well you can tell the big fella he is going to have to wait a little longer,” you smiled to yourself hearing the anticipated groan on the other side of the line.
Finally, you had driven past the outskirts of town and onto the road where only trees were seen on both sides of the divide, a pleasant sight to see. “I’ll be there by dinnertime at the latest. I’ll stop into Oldtown before I make it to the lodge and get some extra stuff, alright?”
“Fine, you better be bringing the fucking liquor store amount of alcohol with you, or you can sleep outside with the bears.”
“Oh finally, some actual quality company on these types of trips. That’s so thoughtful, Julie.” You snort half-heartedly, concentrating hard on the winding road, knowing that you were best off to have two hands while navigating the countryside, that, and you needed two hands to function the stick shift, “I’ll see you later, don't start the party without me.”
Not waiting for a response, you hung up the phone and tossed it over to the passenger seat, feeling more at ease with both hands on the wheel. It wasn’t like you hadn’t driven these roads before, in fact every year at the height of summer and in the middle of winter you and your friends would migrate to Ashton’s family lodge to drink and spend time with each other.
It was the only time of the year where everyone came together because with half at University and the other half in adult jobs it was just impossible to see each other anymore.
You leaned over slightly to turn up the music, tapping at your steering wheel as you sing along with your eclectic mix of music. Because of said mix, you were banned from any input or freedom to use the Aux among your friends but that was okay, you were a connoisseur in every type of music anyway so it's not like you would ever miss out.
The fresh air spilling in from the windows was a welcome one, sometimes the air got so thick in the cities it felt like you were slowly suffocating. But here? It was like you could finally breathe again.
A deep and contented sigh fell from your lips as the songs faded into one another. You had closed your eyes for but a moment, a second even, to bask in the journey to your friends when it felt like a car appeared out of nowhere as you approached the crossroads that you had right away through.
But it was too late at that point, you did what you could to slam the breaks to alleviate the collision, but you had already impacted, and the rest was a blur.
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Your eyes flutter open, body aching and you were disoriented. What was happening? Was I dreaming?
It started to slowly come together, your Truck mere feet away from the trunk of a robust tree, but from the inside all looked fine. Your windscreen was unscathed which was an absolute miracle, but then again, you were driving an older truck. You could hear your Dads voice clearly as you imagined his response to what just occurred, ‘they don’t make ‘em like they used to.’
Clambering out of the truck, you slowly walked to the front of your vehicle to examine the damage. Your dad was right. Only a broken headlight and minor dint to show for the accident, which you couldn’t say the same for the Black Audi. It was totaled.
“Dude! You realise the Stop sign means stop, or did you just fucking get your license yesterday asshole?” You marched over to the instigator; he was dazed and quite honestly beside himself that his car was fucked. Beyond fucked. It was a miracle that he was unscathed. (If he had a concussion or not that was up for debate.)
“Y-yeah, I did but you came out of nowhere—“
“Are you drunk?” You scoffed, hearing the slight slurring in his words and the prominent aroma of whiskey on his body. Not to mention the bags under his eyes were red and raw. You hadn’t waited for an answer, “your ass is grass man, you're lucky my truck is still intact.”
He became more alert at the threat, he couldn’t deal with the Police, not right now. “Woah-woah-woah, Just wait… I’m just hungover… I promise.” He began to bargain, his hands out in front of him like he was urging you to relax.
You turned to look at him, really look at him. And he was a little pathetic looking, shorter than average and he did look like a textbook alcoholic, but you suppose you weren’t one to chastise him. Considering you yourself were hungover. Clearly you were just better at hiding it.
“Okay… but you still pulled out infront of me you fucking idiot.” You ramped up your frustration as the sentence drew on, it was like talking to a child that didn’t understand that they did a bad thing.
“Look.. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it —- Here! Look, I’ll give you some cash for your troubles,” he began to pat himself down before locating his wallet in his pant pockets, pulling out what you could only assume was hundreds of dollars in cash. What a weird turn of events, you had thought to yourself.
Narrow eyes trained on him, you looked between the stranger and your truck gesturing as if you were unsure what his deal was, “dude the truck is fine, I don’t want your money—“
“I need your truck.”
“Excuse me?”
He had opened his mouth to explain but you started closing in on him and his personal space, “you just fucking caused an accident and you want my truck?” You watched as he raked a shaky hand through his silver hair realizing how bad he sounded. But he was desperate.
“Yeah…” He sounded deflated, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck in mild discomfort. He didn’t have an argument to counter you with, it was quite the preposterous ask considering the circumstances.
“You’re insane! I’m going —,” you spun on your heel and started heading toward your truck, you were already behind on time and now this just delayed you even more. You had planned on sticking around for emergency services or even the towing company, but this stranger was not with it, it seemed, and you were better off leaving. You heard him mutter a quiet ‘fuck’ before the gravel scraped under his shoes as he started running toward you and more importantly your truck. “Hey— HEY!” You yelled at him, picking up your own pace in an attempt to beat him to the truck.
He was quick, all things considered and reached the driver’s side by shoving you out of the way. You stumbled back, your footing had slipped on the loose gravel but you recovered quickly and gripped him by the waist, yanking him out from climbing into the driver's seat, he was unrelenting as he tumbled to the ground, gripping onto your legs so that you came down with him. You yelped and started wrestling with the deranged stranger, he was surprisingly weak but then again he didn’t look like he had much meat on his bones.
You had pushed his face in the dirt while you scuffled with him, he whined and spluttered out the dirt that got stuck in his mouth while you stumbled to your feet and brushed yourself off in disbelief this was how your afternoon was going, of all things. At this point you were ready to put the first half of this day behind you and just be on your way.
Finally reaching the driver’s side door, you opened it and were hesitating on calling the police or not. This stranger was insane and it never crossed your mind that he could kill you… No, he was too pathetic for that.
Before you had the chance to climb into the vehicle, he had staggered up and made another break for you. “Ugh you are fucking relentless you are,” You grumble out, thankfully having had the forethought to rip the keys from the ignition in time with him jerking you away from the vehicle causing you to hit the ground with a surprised ‘oof’.
The door slams while you lay on the ground in momentary contemplation, it wasn’t like he could go anywhere without the keys.
You staggered up on your feet and tried to open the door as he locked it from the inside, feigning ignorance with a slight pout. He was a ballsy bastard, you had to give him that but nonetheless flipping him off with one hand and dangled the keys in retaliation with the other, matching his same smug expression.
The both of you were at a stalemate it seemed.
Truly, neither of you seemed to be in the mood to deal with this, and it was well past the point of calling the police because this man was behaving like an insolent teenager who had his allowance taken away from him.
His expression was unreadable, but one could assume he was possibly thinking the same thing about you.
It was a wonder that no cars had driven past the accident, granted this was quite the path least taken to navigate around so it made sense no one had driven by just yet.
You sighed and ran your hands over your face, the little patience you had was dwindling fast but he had your truck and your belongings inside.
Matters needed to be taken into your hands, and as desperate time called for even more desperate measures, it was time to think a little more like your father.
Your eyes narrowed at him before you retreated into the tree line, eyes firmly planted to the ground in search of a sturdy branch… Or a rock would work too.
His eyes watched you from afar, unsure what exactly you were doing, but his patience had also run thin. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
He contemplated apologizing, leaving your truck and just dealing with this mess on his own but he had dug himself far too deep now, and jail wasn’t an option for him, although it was enticing to be away from the noise of life—
THUNK.
He jumped in fear by the sudden noise, turning to its source: it was you, hefty branch in hand beating down the driver's side window valiantly. His eyes widened, “Are you fucking insane?” His voice muffled through the window as you swung once again, bringing the branch down to collide with the tempered glass.
“Me? Insane? You fucking pull out in front of me, and steal my car? You’re a psycho.” You scream at him, trying once more to break the window but to no avail. You throw the branch to the ground and yell at no one in particular, merely at the situation you landed yourself in. Truly unbelievable.
You were well and truly stuck, an hour’s drive away from your parents, an even longer drive away from your apartment, no phone, no money in your pockets because it was in the car, a laughable situation at best. So that’s what you did, you simply laughed and began walking away from the situation. None of your friends would ever believe this ordeal happened, in fact it was so insane of a situation that no one would ever believe you but c’est la vie.
The stranger watched as you hung your head in defeat, dropping the keys on the ground and just walked off without a word.
Now he felt guilty… He was never one to feel guilty but he really did feel bad, it was his own fault that you crashed into him but he needed to get out and away and your truck was his ticket out since his car was royally fucked.
Maybe I could hitch-hike? The thought crossed your mind, it was a miracle that this man wasn’t an axe murderer, you doubt you’d be as lucky when the next guy pulls around.
Whatever the matter, you simply continued in your stride as you headed back into the direction of the town you left not too long ago.
Fifteen… Or was it Twenty minutes? You lost track of time as you walked in silence. The first car you heard in a long while was approaching, you edged off to the side of the road out of safety of not getting hit but were surprised to see your own truck pull up next to you, the man driving it with an ashamed expression painted on his face.
He leaned over to the passenger side and pushed open the door for you, “get in.”
A scoff befell your lips, “that’s mighty fuckin’ generous of you.”
“Listen… I’ll take you where you need to go, I’m sorry for all the trouble.” His apology was sincere, you knew that much. Your eyes scanned the tray in the back of the truck, noticing that there was far more stuff than you remember putting in when you packed this morning, assuming that this guy put his own shit in there.
“You think I’m gonna let a fucking —“
“Lady, do you want a ride or not?” His fingers tapped the steering wheel, he really had the nerve to ask you if you wanted a ride in your own car.
“Fine…” You reluctantly climbed in, looking at him expectantly. He returned the same look either in defiance or in an attempt to challenge you before turning the truck around and driving through the windy roads and past the accident he caused.
It was mostly silent for a while, not even music was playing through the stereo, just the wind filtering through the open windows. You leaned down to pick up your phone and began typing in Julie’s number to explain the increased delay.
The man panicked, thinking for a moment you were calling the police, and with a quick snatch, the phone was out of your hands and thrown out the window.
You exhaled sharply, not having the energy to begin another argument, “thanks dickhead.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” His response was quick and sharp, wincing ever so slightly that he may trigger your wrath once again. His eyes darted to you, your expression was poise and annoyed, which was warranted, he could admit that. “Where - uh… where were you heading?”
You looked at him with pursed lips and a blank expression, “four hours south…. The outer outskirts of Oldtown.”
He blew out a surprised breath, not anticipating the drive with you to be so long. But it was the least he could do, for all the problems he caused you so far.
“You got a name, or will I just settle for calling you a cunt?” You were looking out the window and must admit that was much nicer of a drive being a passenger and looking at all the trees and foliage.
“Aegon.”
You turn to him in disbelief, “sorry did you just say ‘egg-on’?”
“Aegon… It’s uh… It’s not from around here.” He shifted uncomfortably, grip tightening on the steering wheel.
Humming in response you see a small pitstop coming up on the left, “can you just pull over for a second?”
He was hesitant at first, but nodded and started slowing down so he could pull up safely to which you were grateful for. Once the truck stopped you smiled at him, like lightning striking a tree or a snake striking its prey, your fist snapped forward and collided with his nose.
His head snapped back in shock; positive he heard a bone break as a distinct metallic smell filled his nostrils. “You broke my nose!?” He shouted, covering his face in pain. The pain that seered through your hand indicated you had definitely broken a few fingers from the assault, but at least it was cathartic.
“Yeah well… You threw my phone out the window of the car — which you stole, I might add and pulled out in front of me while questionably under the influence. You’re lucky all I did was break your nose… Asshole.” You muttered, opening the glove box and retrieving the small travel first aid kit you kept with you, handing him some painkillers and tissues to clean his mess up while you wrapped your hand.
This drive was going to be long.
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“— Pull up into town.” You pointed lazily in the direction of the small-town centre. The sun had begun to set but it was still high enough that it peaked over the trees in a bright golden glow.
“What — why?” Aegon was reluctant, thanks to your last request to pull over, it had earned him a broken nose.
“What do you mean why, just fucking pull into town. I need to get shit.” You sounded exasperated, growing tired of his company. Not that the two of you spoke all that much, mostly driving in awkward silence until you finally put your collection of CD’s in the stereo for some relief.
He sighed, and pulled into town at your behest, “You’re not going to punch me again... are you?”
You turned to look at him as the car came to a stop just outside the country sized supermarket and liquor store attached, it would have to do given your time frame. “If you don’t give me a reason to… C’mon I need you to help me—“
He groaned and threw his head back to rest on the chair's headrest, “I’ll stay with the car,” was this guy being for real right now? You thought.
“No, you won’t you prick, your face broke my hand and I need help to carry the booze.” It was a question or a favour, it was a demand, that was clear in the tone of your voice, and he heard you loud and clear. Even if it was just so he didn’t get socked in the face again.
He followed you around the Liquor store, intrigued why you had accumulated so much alcohol in the trolley, it reminded him of a juvenile teens party with the selection you had accrued.
Whatever it was that you were going too, he wouldn’t mind getting in on the action if there was this much alcohol.
When the two of you unloaded everything into the back seat, you took the single-handed items while Aegon managed the slabs and bigger items. “Long way for a party,” he remarked, kicking the trolley into the car park, content with dismissing it as you looked at him in disbelief, watching the trolley descend down the small incline before slowly coming to a stop in a vacant parking spot.
You didn’t say a single word to him as you slowly walked off to the trolley and angrily put it back in its spot with the others, adding extra vitriol in the way you pushed it back and it clattered with the others obnoxiously.
“That —,” you pointed to the trolley once you climbed back in, “was fucked up what you did. You always put the trolley away.”
He shrugged in defense, unsure what it was this time you were annoyed about, “what? Its what the people get paid for to do, it's not like it’s a crime.” The truck started with a roar, and he took off back onto the road.
“How out of touch are you? fuck me…” You were unsure the man you were with right now was even a properly functioning individual with how he behaved. But the fact he drove a black Audi, offered you hundreds in cash for the inconvenience of causing an accident and wore what you could only describe as designer brands. He was rich. So you expected nothing less of his behaviour.
With your directions you had finally and painstakingly arrived at your friend’s lodge, pulling up beside the several other cars that surrounded the front. As the only functioning headlight flicked off with the engine, the door to the lodge opened and out poured your friends, ready to greet you.
A smile pulled at your lips as you exited out, excited to finally see your chosen family for the first time since christmas last year.
Pulling each and every one into a hug, greeting their respective partners politely and finally introducing yourself to the so-called-hunk of man called Ray.
“What happened to your hand?” Julie examined your wrapped hand, making you wince only slightly.
You considered indulging everyone in the happenings of your morning, but decided against it to avoid the impending interrogation that came with it.
“I cut it at work — wild, huh?” You dismissed it. The lie wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility considering your job was being a Head Chef. It was only luck that it wasn't your cutting hand that was broken, otherwise you’d be out of work longer than you’d like.
The truck door slammed behind you, announcing the presence of your stowaway as he slowly made his presence known to everyone.
“Oh uh… this is my..” You looked at Aegon, sizing him up to figure out the best way to describe his relationship to you that didn’t look at all fishy.
“Cousin.”
“Boyfriend.”
You both had answered at the same time with widened eyes.
“Boyfriend.”
‘Cousin.”
The two of you desperately tried to fix the error you originally made but only made it worse again. It was an awkward silence that followed between yourself and the others, it made you wince slightly in discomfort, but you had dug your grave it seemed and now it was time to lay in it.
“Anyway… Who wants some booze?” You cleared your throat, beckoning your friends to the truck, you didn’t need to tell them twice as they came crowding like a horde of zombies, while they were distracted, your eyes set on Aegon with a glare. Your shoulders lurched up as you gestured a faint ‘what the fuck?’. Prompting him to silently gesture back to you and pull a face, an additional ‘what the fuck’ to your ‘what the fuck’.
It was clear that wasn’t going anywhere so you sighed loudly and began to offload your own stuff carefully, not wanting to use your broken hand. In the spare moment where your friends cleared the back seat of all the alcohol, the very stick up your arse lingered in a way you could only assume to laugh at you struggle with your things, after a few moments of nothing he finally breaks the silence, “you mind if I uh… stick around for the night?”
You groaned dramatically, “Yeah actually I do mind — but you kinda just do whatever the fuck you want so I can’t stop you.” It wasn’t venom that dripped off your lips, more or less exhaustion and reluctance. Despite the way you worded things, there was no amount of vitriol that ever compared to the same he experienced in the past, and he was okay with that.
Silently, you handed an unfamiliar bag to him, assuming it was his own stuff and closed the door behind you, “well if you had an unforgettable and enjoyable day today, I’ve got good news for you — you’re bunking with me.”
If it was any luck, he’d be gone by the morning and even though that meant your truck too, you’d just be glad to see the back of his head and him out of your life.
Screenshot: Adrienette that’s borderline crack in the best way (Teen&up)
It was a nightmare. He hadn’t meant to leave his phone unattended, Alya had asked him a question and when he put his phone down to give her his full attention, Nino had picked it up to check the time and instead was greeted with a private Instagram account Adrien had created with the specific purpose to lurk in peace.
“No way, dude. Do you just stalk a bunch of Ladybug look alikes in your spare time?”
Adrien gaped, too horrified to process his world falling apart around him.
“Wow, look at this one, she looks almost exactly like ladybug!”
“Let me see!” Alya sounded too eager.
He’d never admit it, but there were more than just a few girls on his private Instagram that looked “exactly like” ladybug. And no, it wasn’t just a uncanny accident.
But the account his friend happened to stumble on was his favorite, a well off Russian Instagram model who’s handle was Steelix.
She could pass for a perfect Ladybug, if not for her brown eyes. She was perfect in almost every way, and posted great *ahem* material. Ladybug was the fantasy girl of his dreams and anybody that looked liked her was at risk of being followed and stalked by his private finsta page.
His private page he was privately ashamed of.
That his best friend was now holding up to show his own girlfriend, and the girl Adrien quietly, sort-of had a crush on. This really was his worst nightmare. He tried to snatch the phone from Nino but to no avail. “It’s just some girl. I like her photography.”
“Yeah sure that’s why you liked all her recent pictures and wrote in the comments ‘omg’ with a heart face, a drooling face, and two fire emojis.”
Adrien was red in the face, his mouth gone completely dry not knowing what to say.
“Wow Adrien, these are the kind of girls you like?” Alya asked.
Adrien glanced toward Marinette, and the look on her face was perfectly surprised. Ironically, her face was one of the ones he lives to see grace the screen of his dirty private Insta. Marinette had great Ladybug features right down to the freckles on her nose. The only bad thing was Marinette rarely posted any selfies at all, and although her account was an interesting documentary of her handmade fashions, it did not serve the dirty purpose his fake account had followed her for.
“So what?” He finally grabbed the phone from Nino and was getting back some of his composure, although his face was still deeply flushed.
“Oh no reason.” Alya’s smile was wicked, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
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Marinette ponders what she just witnessed while Alya blabs in her ear. She wasn’t holding the phone, but it sure looked like he was following a lot of slim girls with shoulder length black hair. If she didn’t know any better she would think he would have a type... And he certainly did nothing to dissuade that idea. He turned beet red and made some dumb excuse about photography. And that girl.. the one whose photo he had commented on, Marinette knew her. Well, she had previously followed her. Steelix has such a similar face structure to her own that she had been a phenomenal teacher of makeup to Marinette. She knew all the right things to use and what products would work on her just by watching what Steelix recommended. She had loved following her for her beauty content, but when her account started becoming more of a travel diary with pictures of her on island beaches in bikinis with inspirational quotes covering the captions, Marinette had to find other places to search for helpful information.
All of these thoughts were making her wonder about Adrien, and the things she had neglected to notice about him.
“If Adrien likes shorter, dark haired girls than why doesn’t he comment on my selfies like that?”
“Umm interrupt me, much?”
Oops, she didn’t mean to say that outloud.
“But maybe because you never post any, especially not to insta.”
Marinette thought about this. It was true she used her IG story to post updates on her Latest creations, and her grid was very much like a well thought out catalog. She was very proud of that page, but it was definitely not the place where she’d be posting cute sundress selfies.
“I use my Snapchat for personal stuff like that.”
“Exactly. And I bet you haven’t even given Adrian your snap.”
Marinette frowned, stealing a glance at the boys table. “No, I guess I haven’t.”
“Well what are you doing sitting here talking to me for? Go get his snap and start using it for evil!”
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“Hey Adrian! Wait up!”
Adrian was more nervous than he should have been when his friend approached, but he kept the feeling off his face. “Hey Marinette! What’s up?”
She stopped right in front of him, “I was just thinking about earlier, how you have a private instagram account.”
Adrians stomach dropped. Had she figured him out? Did she know he was using her and girls that looked like her to quiet his drowning ache for Ladybug? He was so ashamed of himself. He was weak, so desperately weak.
“And it just got me thinking that I’ve known you so long and we don’t even have each others snaps.”
“I’m so- wait, what?”
“Snapchat. We don’t even have eachother added. So, want to be friends?” Marinette held out her phone, snap code ready for him to scan, her happy little pigtailed Bitmoji smiling up at him.
Something warm ticked his belly. “Yeah, definitely.” He pulled out his phone and added her to his seldom used snap account.
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He has to add her on his old account, the one with the list of contacts from kids that once gave him their number. There really isn’t that many.
Adrien finds out quickly that Marinette posts her selfies on snap, and keeps her instagram clean and more professional. Very smart for a girl who is looking to go to college next fall. He clicks on her daily story; a picture of her in her bedroom mirror, a picture of fresh croissants and danish, a picture of Alya, Rose and some other girls at her lunch table, and then finally a selfie. A picture taken from straight above, she was lying down in her bed, light pink and white pajamas that looked like they may have a ribbed texture to them. He could see the edge of the selfie stick she was using to get such a wide angle, the idea that she had planned this sleepy in bed photo turned him on more than he could have ever dreamed. He could see the tops of her exposed thighs where her matching pj shorts abruptly ended. Her lean, exposed belly led up to the cropped short sleeve tshirt, that was so on-trend and so Marinette that he had no doubt she’d made it for herself.
Best of all, her blue eyes stared right back at him through the camera and her lips were puckered just right.
It was as he was getting himself all worked up thinking about the blue of her gaze, easing his own back down her body when he realized something else; she wasn’t wearing a bra. And the way she had arched her back to show off the muscles of her stomach only made it more obvious; and Adrian couldn’t believe he didn’t notice them before. Tiny peaks hidden behind soft pink fabric. He was going to lose his mind.
His heart was beating faster and he swallowed back guilt as he unzipped his pants. Her body was amazing, and he was insanely greatful she left this on infinite. He worked himself till climax thinking about what her nipples must look like beneath that thin pajama top, and what it might feel like to taste them. He kept working himself, more gently, thinking about that face, those lips and those eyes and how bad he wanted her to swallow him. Who? Marinette or Ladybug? Honestly in that moment he didn’t feel like he was using her pictures as a ladybug substitute. He cleaned off his phone and thought seriously if he should use his tablet to take a picture of the screen just so Marinette wouldn’t know he screenshoted her. Another, dirtier part of him wants her to know. Wants to comment on her pictures like he’s some random thirsty nobody. Tell her how she makes him sweat, how he can’t get enough. He wants to use his private page to stalk her, too.
Damn sometimes the lines get too confusing.
He sits there, weighing his options. This picture was too good for him to let go. But he didn’t want to look like he was chasing after Marinette’s thirst traps when he knew he was still just a dirty pervert for Ladybug. Adrien felt like screen recording would be even more creepy than a screenshot, and almost made him feel like he was coping out, being a chump. But if he did screenshot her what would Marinette say? Would she ignore it? Would he be sad if she did?
Adrien shook off his intrusive thoughts and screenshotted his new favorite photo. And for good measure; and maybe so he could feel like he was making a move instead of just drooling over his classmate; he sent “wow” with an emoji it took him way too long to choose. Stuck between the drooling or hot emoji he finally got fed up with himself tapped his screen and sent it off without letting himself immediately get anxious. He made a decision, over analyzing himself won’t help anything. Now he just had to wait for Marinette to respond.
And then he could freak out again.
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A/N: a work in progress, can someone help me come up with their snap handles? I don’t like the ones I have right now. Adriens is supposed to read as (BeAgreste= be•our•guest). I dunno! I’m not good with puns it’s the best I could do! Please help me!
Summary: Saegyth said she would come late for dinner, so Finan decided to bring dinner to her office and maybe more...
A/N : It's still 8 am, and here I am, posting a smut. I am blaming @poguesmaybank once again. Like all the time I post modern AU smut about Finan and Saegyth. To be faire it's been waiting for a while in my docs, 2 months? Anyway, E N J O Y.
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Warning: Fluff and Smut
"What about a break?"
Saegyth twirled her pen between her fingers, concentrating on the paper she was reading. This was the biggest case she ever had since she was working on her own. Well in fact two other lawyers were working with her, but each of them had their own cases and rarely came to interfere in others work. Though, this time she would have gladly welcomed some help. She sighed leaning back in her chair and dropping her pen.
She looked at the clock on the wall, it was already past 8pm. She grabbed her phone, intending to warn Finan she wouldn't be home for dinner, but she got a call from him first. She picked up and made her rolling chair turn.
"Hi darling." She frowned when she heard the sound of a car through the phone. "You're not at home?"
"I'm not!" He replied and she could easily imagine that a grin was plastered on his face. "I'm in front of the office, can ya open me?"
Saegyth stood up, confused about why he was here. Usually he would be at home at this hour, waiting for her for dinner. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, even though she was walking out of her office toward the front door and would have the answer soon enough.
"Ya sound pleased to see me." He replied, making her roll her eyes.
She hung up and unlocked the door to find herself face to face with her smirking fiancee, holding in one hand a paper bag. "I'm taking no more clients at this hour, sir." She said, leaning against the door's frame.
"Even if they brin' food?" Finan raised an eyebrow and shook the bag slightly.
She smiled and he immediately leaned to catch her lips. She pulled him in and locked the door behind him while he was looking around. It wasn't the first time Finan was coming, but it was rare enough for him to feel as he needed to recognize everything before staring back at her.
"You said you'd finish late, so I thought you might be hungry." He explained as she stepped forward to take a look at what was in the paper bag.
"Sushi! You read my mind, I was craving for some at lunch." She smiled and he chuckled.
"Maybe."
Saegyth shook her head before walking into her office, Finan close behind her. She piled up the folder spread on the desk to make space and let Finan rest the two boxes of sushis.
"Ya're alone?" He questioned her, sitting on one of the two chairs usually for the clients.
Saegyth nodded, taking a salmon roll, her favourites and for once Finan didn't forget to take a box of them. "Medwin left a hour ago."
"So ya're alone." He grinned after leaning forward to dip a sushi in the soy sauce and bite in it.
She narrowed her eyes, he had something in mind, however she pretended not noticing it and kept talking of her day with him, until the two boxes were empty and her stomach was filled. She sunk in her chair again, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.
"Thank you for the dinner." She said, eyeing him as he crossed the room to drop the boxes in the trash.
He was still wearing his work clothes, consisting of a shirt, a blue-gray one today, and a simple jean. It was casualer than her own look for work, but it was fitting him perfectly, his shirt highlighting the shape of his torso and his broad shoulders.
"You should surprise me more often." She added, grabbing a folder and taking the document she was previously working on. "I like it."
He turned around, smirking widely and she couldn't help but bite the tip of her pen. He walked back to her and made her chair turn so he could stoop towards her, his hands clasped around the armrests. His face was an inch from hers and she could smell his perfume, it had a woody smell that she always found heartwarming mixed with a subtle odor of iris, making it hard to not just bury her own face in his neck.
"I can still surprise ya." He tilted his head, one of his hands moving to her bare thigh under the skirt of her dress. His palm was cold, spreading goosebumps on her skin.
"I have work to do." She replied but it didn't discourage Finan, whose fingers were now playing with the elastic band of her underwear which didn't help the smirk dancing on her lips.
"What about a break?"
In fact, he didn't wait for her answer, his lips crashing on hers in a first soft kiss, tasting sweet soy sauce. She answered quickly, her hand sliding in his hair, eager for more. She felt him grin against her mouth teasing her flesh before finally easing the ache that had started to grow between her legs. She pressed her head against the seatback, his finger drawing a first circle at the apex of her fold. Her own fingers curled in his hair while she started to unbutton his shirt, now craving to feel his warm skin.
“I hope there isn’t any security cam.” He chuckled, his mouth tracing a hot path along her neck.
An amused huffed passed between her lips before she bit her lower one when Finan shifted his hand, to tease her entrance and she instinctively rocked her hips. She moaned at the bliss he was tactfully building in her, working again on undoing his buttons. Then, she undid his belt, removing the shirt from his trousers to finally let her palm slid on his chest. He caught her lips once again and at how rough his kiss was, his tongue meeting hers yearningly, swallowing her whimpers, she guessed he was impatient to feel his own pleasure.
“Make space on the desk.” She commanded him, pushing him away slightly. Finan grinned, his hand moving from between her legs. He grabbed the pile of folders and looked around for somewhere to put it. “Put it on the floor.” She said, standing up.
“Alright!” Finan shrugged and he let the pile fall on the floor.
She grabbed the edge of his shirt, sliding the sleeves down his arms, and then her hands wandered on his torso, her mouth drawing the line of his collarbone. She stepped back until her thighs bumped on the desk, and with a smirk playing on her lips she sat on it. She removed her shoes, then her underwear, Finan observing her with pure lust burning in his eyes. She took his hand and led him between her knees, welcoming his lips.
“I hope you’re not planning on making a habit of this.” She said between kisses along his jaw while working on pulling down his trousers and boxer just enough and he on the zip at the back of her dress so she could remove the sleeves.
“As if ya’d mind?” He grinned, unclasping her bra and tossing it on the floor.
She chuckled, lying down on the desk, Finan kissing a hot line from her stomach to shoulder, his mouth paying enough attention to her breast to make her sigh contentedly. She could feel him hard between her thighs and she couldn’t help but rub herself against him, provoking his deep growl that vibrated against her skin. He grabbed her hips roughly, adjusting her before finally guiding himself in her, his palm then travelling up her body as they both moaned. Saegyth’s legs encircled his hips and her hand gripped her own hair as he began to thrust, firmly gripping her waist. His movements were frank and quickly built an euphoric feeling in her mind, and she prayed for none of her coworkers to unexpectedly come back to their office for whatever reason as she found herself unable to not express her pleasure.
Finan leaned down to her, kissing and nipping the soft skin of her neck between his groans, his breath heavy as the sound reached her ears. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to feel his body more against hers, the warmth of it as it grazed over hers regularly, making her lose her mind. Her hand slid in his thick hair, fingers pulling it lightly as she came apart, her thighs tightening around his hips and his name falling from her lips. In a last deep thrust, Finan came as well, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.
He started to chuckle, still out of breath but utterly satisfied, his body heavier on Saegyth’s while her fingers were brushing the nape of his neck. She turned her head so she could nuzzle his messy hair, the smell of his perfume still keen.
“Ya should work late more often.” He said with a smirk, pushing himself up to see her face. “And let me come here with dinner.”
“I doubt I would really work.” She laughed, but a tender kiss shut her up.
“T'would be just for a break.” He grinned, moving away to put back his boxer and trousers correctly.
She shook her head in amusement and sat up. She pulled him toward her, her arms wrapping around his waist and her head resting against his chest, the sudden need to hug him overwhelming her. He immediately embraced her with his strong arms and she sighed appreciatively as he kissed the top of her head.
“I think I’m going to continue this tomorrow. I really need a bed right now.” Finan growled and she looked up to find him smiling broadly. “To sleep.” She specified.
“Of course, darlin’.” He replied, trying to act as innocent as he was able to.
Once they were properly dressed again, they went back to their flat. Half true to her words, Saegyth let herself fall in bed as soon as they were home but didn't find the will to push Finan away when he started to kiss a path down between her legs. They fell asleep, body tangled together, the pleasant feeling of exhaustion running through their veins after sex, later than she had planned. But she definitely wasn't regretting it.
Requested: Hi! So I'm a huge fan of your modern!reader writings, and I was wondering if you would be interested in doing that, but the positions are reversed? Where Ben more or less is having a hard time just naturally fitting in on Earth and Reader somehow contacts him through the force and eventually convinces Ben to come with him?? Idk this has been kn my mind for a while.
Warnings: Slight angst, Modern Ben solo, reversed roles, dark lord reader, innocent Ben, slight fluff, Bi Ben.
@lea-the-foxe
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“Supreme leader, we have arrived. Would you like us to prepare your ship?”
“Yes, please make sure that no one follows me and don’t send anyone unless I say.”
Hux gives his supreme leader a small bow. “Yes supreme leader.” He says as he exits the large room as y/n glanced outside, just a few miles away was Earth. A planet that took him months to find, it was a very well secured and hidden planet that y/n had to make sure that they scanned the whole galaxy to Just find this one planet.
He hasn’t heard about this, ‘earth’ but he does know that the population of humans don’t know anything about them so He order his people to make sure that they stayed hidden below radar, not wanting to cause any alarm on earth. “Make sure that everything is in control, I’m counting on you Hux.” He says through the force bond that he has created with Hux before leaving his own thrown and heading towards his chambers, getting himself ready before landing.
He’s made some research on earth, making sure the blend in well with the proper dressing and material he would be able to blend in with the crowds. He’s been sensing a force on earth and it has been calling out to him and he’s been trying to search for months but came up with nothing until now, he figured out about earth a while ago and has ordered his people to search everywhere in the galaxy. He’s been feeling this pull for awhile and now that he’s here he can finally search for the person responsible for this urgent tug.
As y/n finishes dressing up he gives himself one last look in the mirror, adjusting the black jacket and fixing up his hair, trying to make it look a little less nice and more modern looking. “Supreme leader.” He jolts in fright as he glares over at Hux who has re-entered his chambers. “Your ship is ready.”
“I’ve told you to knock several times.” He hisses out and ignores Hux. He grabs hsi saber and tucks it underneath his jacket before leaving his room, brushing past hux as he makes his way towards the shipping area. “While I am gone, I need you to make sure that no one is to disturb me, if we suddenly get pulled into danger then you send a holo.” He instructs as he climbs inside his ship and checks the controllers.
“I’ll make sure that nothing happens while you are gone, but for now focus on your own mission.” Said hux as y/n grins at him and closes the cockpit. He makes sure that he is ready to launch, strapping hismelf in as he sighs deeply and looks up ahead. “Lets do this.” He whispers to hismelf.
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“Ben, you haven’t eaten anything since you’ve returned from your uncles.” Said Leia as she watches her son. Ben was sitting on the dining table as he stares out the window, he was looking at the sky with curiosity. “I’ve already eaten, uncle gave me some of his weird cooking.” He says as he turns his attention back to her.
Ben has been spending time with his uncle constiantly since his parents were still arguing with each other, reaching the point of Ben not being able to stand their bickering. His uncle was nice enough to Lend him a room, allowing him to stay as long as he wanted, but he knows that he would have to return back home and make sure that his parents haven’t killed each other.
“You’re Uncle isn’t feeding you properly.” She mutters out as Ben chuckles.
“Old man is lonely, he cant cook well but he’s learning.” He stands up from his seat, taking one last look outside before helping his mother clear the table. “How’s Rey by the way?” Ben freezes up at the mention of her name, walking towards the kitchen as he sets his plate inside the sink. “She uh—“
“She’s a very sweet girl.”
“Yeah about that,” he began to clean his dishes as he spoke. “We broke up a long time ago, I don’t think I’m ready for a serious relationship, you know? Just need time on my own and finding a new place for myself.” He shrugs a little as he turns off the sink water and cleans his hands with a dry rag.
He hears his mother shuffle close to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “That wasn’t the reason.” She whispers as Ben bites his lip. “You still hear them.”
Ben flinches away from her touch. “I haven’t been hearing it lately, it’s not bad and besides its going away so I’m fine.” His mother was talking about the voice that had been talking to him for awhile now, it’s been years, to be exact three. It started when he was at work, working on one of his big projects when he suddenly heard a soft whisper. He thought that it was one of his co-workers talking to him but when he turned around he saw no one. He thought it was his imagination until it happened again, but this time he heard it loud and clear, he thought he was going crazy at first.
But he had tried to ignore, blocking it out as he continues on with his life. But it only got worse as months went by so he had no choice but ot tell someone and that someone was his mother. He loved her so much that he wouldn’t do anything to upset her, so the day he told her—he expected her to freak out and send him to a therapist but instead she stood by his side and told him that it would all be over and to not listen, so he did that.
He’s been keeping it undercontrol, but he can’t help but feel a sudden tug in his chest. A feeling telling him that he didn’t belong here. He’s been struggling already with his own problem that he almost missed the times that his parents argued with each other and having to deal with a relationship that didn’t really feel real anymore. And his Job was only becoming stressful, the new interns were getting on his nerves, to the point where he would want to smash their face through a computer screen but he had to remain in control.
So he changed some things, he began to visit his parents separately and try to help fix their relationship while he visited his uncle Luke who he had tried to convince to help him out with his mother but his uncle refused to get involved, leaving him on his own. His break up with Rey didn’t end well, the two were out together when she suddenly brought up their future a topic that he hated talking about. He was polite to ask her to stop but she didn’t causing him to snap at her and dumping her on the spot.
He was already struggling to much, he just wanted a new start and far away from all of his problems.
“Ben you should really see a therapist about this or a doctor.”
“I said I was fine!” He slaps his mothers hand away from him as he grabs his coat and makes his way towards the door, leaving the house in a hurry, not wanting to get anymore upset with her.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
“Get out of my head.” He growls out in anger, walking a little faster as he heads towards an empty park.
“I can feel your anger, you’ve been angry for years now.”
“Shut up!” He grips his head, he can’t give in.
“It’s okay to be angry and upset, so let it all out no one is here to judge you.”
“What do you want with me?! You’ve been pestering me for years now! So tell me, what do you want!?” He circles around, checking his surroundings as he pants heavily. He can’t allow this voice in his head to mock him, “I just want you.” Gasping he turns around to see a strange man standing a few feet away from him. “Hello Ben, I’ve been waiting for you.” That voice, he recognizes that voice from his head.
“Who are you and how were you talking to me just now, in my head?” He asks as the other gives him a grin. “You don’t know do you?”
“Know what?!” He shouted back, expecting the other to get frightened from his anger but he doesn’t flinch nor does he move. “You see Ben, me and you are alike. You just don’t know it.”
“What—?”
The other approaches him slowly, causing Ben to stumble back. “Have you ever done something that was considered impossible?” He asks. “Have you ever felt another’s emotion or hav been so angry that you may or may not have moved an object, or maybe a voice in your head telling you what to do?” He cocks his head and smiles at Ben.
It wasn’t a warm smile but a wicked one.
“How do you know all of this?” Ben glares at the other as he sighs deeply. “Because I’ve been watching you, the force led me to you and it want me to take you in, to train you to make you stronger, wouldn’t it be nice to just start over? To learn something new?”
The offer sounded tempting to him but he couldn’t, his parents were here and hsi whole family, he can’t jus leave like this. “Who’re you?”
“I’m y/n, but where I’m from I prefer others to call me Supreme Leader, but if you agree to follow me then ill allow you to call me whatever you like.” He adjusts his hoodie and reaches under his hood to take out a cylinder like rod, it was black with a sigil on it.
He could feel a sudden tug on the object, like it was calling out for him. “You feel it don’t you?” Ben snaps his eyes to y/n as he holds out the object towards him. “go on, take it. I know you want too.” He whispers and takes a few steps forward, causing ben to realize that he was slightly taller than the other. By instinct he takes a step back, “Go on.” He hears y/n say again. “take it.”
Ben glances back down at the object, slowly reaching out to take it into his own hand. At the sudden touch he feels a strong powerful feeling, causing him to gasp and drop the object. But before it could hit the ground it froze in mid air, his eyes widening as the object slowly floats up and into the hands of the other. Y/n grips onto the saber and eyes Ben. “Shame you didn’t get to use it.” He says with a small pout, almost making it look like he was making fun of him.
Ben could only glare at him. “Don’t tease me.”
“Oh but I like teasing, its the only thing I’m really good at it.” Y/n admits as he clips the saber back on his belt and turns back to face the other. “I know you felt a strong force when you held it, it was calling out ot you. Telling you that you belonged somewhere else and not here.”
Ben breaths out nervously, he wasnt wrong. He’s been feeling unimportant around others that maybe disappearing wouldn’t matter to anyone.
“Join me, I know you want too.” Y/n extends his hand out, offering it towards ben.
Ben gives his hand a glance before looking back up to face the other. “I can train you, make you a better person. You can become someone a lot better—“ Ben inches closer as y/n slowly smiles. “I can take you away form everything.” He whispered out as Ben takes his hand, wrapping his fingers around his hand.
Y/n’s lips twitch up into a smirk as he tugs Ben forward, placing his other free hand against his forehead, showing him various visions before he falls asleep. Y/n uses the force to keep him from falling, reaching into his pocket he takes out a com, a holo of hux appearing as y/n speaks. “General, prepare an extra room, Will be having some company.”
