[…] “What should I do, Fin? I’m a disgrace.” “Go tell her you’re a disgrace, then. I’m sure Judy will forgive you, since she’s as dumb as you.” “Don’t call her dumb” Nick growled. “Only I can call Carrots like that, it’s my special privilege.” “Of course, special children have special privileges.” Finnick nodded, obliging. “Bullshit aside, if you can’t bring yourself to talk to her, no one can do it in your place.”
You asked something, you got something. I’m sorry for the mild language, it’s Fin’s fault.
This is a missing scene from the Black Jack comics; it takes place between the first and the second chapter. I hope it’ll help to explain what was going through Nick’s mind at that time… good reading, everyone!
Angela never asked to be a superhero. It was a duty
handed down to her by those other, greater superheroes before her. But
the heroes’ glorious days are over and when history starts to repeat
itself, it threatens to suffocate the concept of superheroes once and
The only ones who can stop it are Valkyrie and Sparrow.
I’m back with a new fic and I’m super excited to share this with you!
A lot of you liked the small drabble I wrote for Gencyweek 2.0, and I
really liked the au as well, so! I’ve got 15 chapters planned, with
possible change, and a shorter Origin Story planned as well! I’m not
sure how often I’ll update, but a chapter usually takes 1-2 weeks for me
to write. Updates will be in the weekend after a chapter is finished
A/N: OKAY Y’ALL, first off: thank you so much for all the amazing love and support you’ve given this fic already! it means so much to me and i am so truly grateful for all of you. second: I really hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll keep trying to put one out every other day!
that’s all, enjoy <3
Alexander glared at the writing on his arm, feeling his
anger building as he walked back home in a blind rage. He bounded up the stairs
to his apartment, trying to ignore the writing that was covering his arm.
Chapters: 1 Fandom: Law & Order: SVU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. / Reader Characters: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. / Reader Additional Tags: First preliminaries - Colleagues - Hidding feelings - Kinda romantic Sonny - Smuth - Sonny’s focus on your own pleasure - Inexperienced reader ________________________________________________________________
Hi everybody, just wanted to write few things, this is my first Fanfiction so I’m kinda scared a bit, I wrote it in French before cause YES I’m french and translate it in English after. I wanted to thanks Samantha @of-salt-and-moon for her amazing and precious help and also @larkin21 for her generous suggestions ♥. I know that maybe not everyone will read or appreciate this story but it’s not my aim I just wanted to try so let me know :) enjoy and thank you.
Olivia’s order was quick and direct, and your heart quickened its pace, breath held, as you heard Sonny sigh and saw tense his jaw. You hadn’t been at SVU long, but you had proven yourself to be a good cop. You wouldn’t know it based on how Sonny treated you, though. When you dared to look into those blue eyes, you never knew what he was thinking.
“Let’s go,” he said as he pulled on his jacket, the coldness in his voice pricking your heart.
“What’s the mission?” you asked, trying to start a conversation as you followed him out of the precinct.
His answer was pointed, delivered without even looking in your direction.
“I’ll tell you more after.”
Sonny was a discrete and sometimes difficult to define person, but you knew how much he loved his job. He was protective, always ready to help and advise you. But whenever the two of you worked together, you always left feeling confused. You trusted one another and had an undeniable connection, but he always remained distant and unknowable. You and Sonny had often been partners, and your relationship had evolved very quickly. There was trust between you much deeper than just a friendly relationship. Maybe it was the risk, maybe it was the danger. But it made you ask yourself, “What if we were more than that?”
You ended up somewhere between 3rd and 6th Avenue. Panic gripped you when you realized that instead of the car, you had taken the van that is usually used for long stakeouts. Even after 20 minutes, Sonny still hadn’t told you anything about the mission.
“Are you finally going to tell me why we’re here?” you asked.
He lowered his eyes, looking pensive, before fixing them on the computer screens in front of him. The cameras provided a wide shot of the dark street you were on. Quickly he told you about your mission and who you were sent to monitor. You swallowed wearily, thinking back to how difficult and painful this case has been and how monstrous this perp was. He was a rapist serial killer who had been released after only 15 years. Olivia knew that the release was a mistake, convinced he would strike again once he was free, and that’s why she sent you to the neighborhood where he lived.
But when hours passed and there was no movement, Sonny left to fetch you both coffee and some food to hold you over. You had no appetite, though. Instead, you were tired and overwhelmed. The van smelled like him, his cologne lingering and giving you mild chills between your thighs. You could not deny that you were immediately attracted to him when you first arrived at Special Victims - but you always thought this feeling wasn’t mutual. Yet the way he looked at you betrayed him. The way his cheekbones blushed. How nervous he’d get when you were too close. But lately, he had been distant with you. Cold. Even angry. You had started to think that you’d done something wrong, and you had many questions left unanswered.
“Do you hate me?”
The question was hushed and nearly whispered.
He immediately turned to face you, his eyes focused on you intently and his brows knitted.
“What?” he asked.
“I had to ask. These last few days, I found you’ve been - “
“I’ve been what?” The tone of his voice was pressing, and he didn’t take his eyes off of you.
“Distant,” you replied.
He began to swear - something he never did. He then took a deep breath before turning himself to face you completely, moving closer.
“No, not at all,” he said, then turned away.
“So why do I get that impression?” you asked, tears threatening to fall and show your weakness to him. When he didn’t answer, you got up and headed for the door. Perhaps a walk outside in the cold night air would clear your head.
“I don’t hate you,” he said, right as your fingers grasped the door handle. You hadn’t noticed him stand up as well, coming up behind you and pressing against you, placing his hand over yours. You were sure he could feel you tremble at his touch.
You turned to look at him, your eyes full of desire - an oppressive desire, a desire that had gnawed at you for too long. Your blood began to heat, ringing in your ears, as his hand came up to rest on your cheek. You felt a rush of warmth through your body as you tried to concentrate only on the blue of his eyes, but you couldn’t keep from looking at his lips, awakening your senses by imagining them all over you.
“Sonny…” you whispered.
“You talk too much,” he grumbled.
Your breasts were pressed against his chest as he crashed his mouth against yours, offering a kiss that capsized your heart. Your legs were like cotton, but fortunately, his arms were close, holding you tightly against him. His lips were light against yours, gently flicking his tongue against your bottom lip, even biting it slightly, inviting you to open so he could discover more. With a gasp you complied and his tongue plunged into your mouth which made him growl. He had a sweet taste and this thought made you blush as you wondered if everything about him was sweet. Sonny Carisi always made you lose control over yourself. Resisting him never worked, as the attraction between you was always obvious. And now with his hard cock pressed against your stomach, it was certain. You gave a small shriek of astonishment as he pulled you close in his arms, raising you up.
“Let me do this, Doll.”
You smiled, proof to him that you desired it as much as he did.
The situation felt crazy - the small space did not leave much choice, but he found a clear place on the table shared by the surveillance equipment for you to lean back against. He took his time unbuttoning your pants, pulling off your panties with a slowness that made you even more eager. Your emotions scattered, he stretched you tenderly, your legs dangling on the side of the table impatiently as he spread your thighs and growled when he could finally admire your sex, wet with desire. The pink lips of your intimacy called him, and he bent his head to pass his tongue between your lips, from your point of entry to your clitoris swollen with pleasure.
“Oh my GOD!”
You couldn’t hold back your scream and your body vaulted violently, your trembling legs convulsed. Sonny clamped your hips firmly to hold you in place as he began to suck and lick harder.
“You’re as delicious as I imagined,” he breathed between small laps. He then climbed up to your clitoris and drew circles around your contracted bud, as he gently touched your entrance with his finger before slipping it inside you. You instantly contracted, and he redoubled the intensity of his finger and tongue.
“Oh my god, I didn’t think it could be this good and perfect,” you moaned as he sucked your clit harder, adding a second finger to caress your intimate walls. You were losing your head, your body ached and you arched your back, resting your hands on his head and prompting him to go faster as you felt the orgasm rise in you.
“Come in my mouth, Doll. I want to taste you.”
Your cry cracked through the silence of the van, and you surrendered completely, twisting, wriggling, and exploding in his mouth and against his tongue. His movements became slow against your sensitive parts as you crashed from the overwhelming orgasm - probably the best of your life. Your cheeks were on fire as he stood up to look at you, bending over you to kiss your lips.
“Sonny… why? Why?”
“Doll, I’ve been wanting you since I saw you first arrive in that awful poncho.”
You stood up as best as you could, your legs still trembling. Your heart had not stopped running madly in your chest. You looked at Sonny, your eyes full of emotion, knowing you had proof of his desire for you.
“You are crazy, Mr. Carisi.”
His eyes changed suddenly, bearing on you and full of desire. You leaned back against the table, remembering that you were half naked and suddenly feeling very exposed to this man who makes you lose your head with just one look. He was standing proudly in front of you, and your eyes traveled over his perfect body before stopping on his imposing erection, lighting up your senses.
“Doll,” he started. But there was no need to ask. You perfectly understood what he wanted, and you wanted it too. He unbuttoned his pants without a word, pushing them down past his hips and pulling out his hard cock. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, powerful and impressive, and you realized you were holding your breath. You were eager to taste him, but also nervous. You were no expert, and after the amazing orgasm he gave you, you wanted to return the favor. But you were afraid. You dropped to your knees, and took a deep breath, closing your eyes.
“Look at me, Doll,” he said. “I’m going to guide you. I did not ask for an expert in fellatio, and your innocence excites me even more. It pleases me to be the only man to feel this beautiful mouth on my cock.”
Encouraged by his words and happy to feel desirable despite your inexperience, you put your hands on his thighs, gently stroking upward as he sat down. You then leaned forward and turned your tongue on his tip, opening your mouth bigger to take it in further, passing your tongue along his length.
“Relax, Doll, and trust me.”
His words were soothing and you relaxed at once. He tangled his fingers in your hair and put his palms flat on your head, holding you firmly and taking control. He then gave a little kick that made his cock penetrate a little further into your mouth. He went slowly at first, to help make sure you got used to his length, but then he accelerated the cadence, accentuating each thrust with a grunt that made you feel powerful despite your lack of confidence. You tried to stay focused, intent on not disappointing him, when a salty fluid spread on your tongue, indicating that he would come soon.
“Doll.. I’m… gonna come.”
He continued to swing his hips, his breath jerky and bestial and making you wet again. You pulled off of him and took his cock in your hand, stroking at a frantic pace, hypnotized by his expressions as he neared orgasm. You nearly jumped when he finally came, ejaculating onto your hand. You continued to hold him firmly, slowing your pace to accompany him to the end.
“Fuck, that was… wow.”
Senses returning, you both quickly dressed, embarrassment seizing you. The first rays of the morning sun began to peek through the windows and you realized your mission was about to end. It was then time to go home and return to reality.
In which Jughead finds a new place where he feels he belongs, and the Gang grows suspicious.
After their first night at Pop’s, Jughead’s days at the library with (Y/N) felt like something to look forward to rather than something to dread. While for the most part, silent, he would sometimes whisper snide comments or funny observations from his day to her in hopes she would break her studious façade.
His favorite moments were watching her read. While politely guarded in her everyday interactions, her expressions when reading left nothing to the imagination. When a moment in the narrative was particularly suspenseful, she would chew her lip and furrow her brow. When a moment was confusing or loaded, she would flip between pages to remind herself of the events leading up to the revelation. When a moment, he assumed, was amorous in nature, a light pink dusted her cheeks. He found himself ditching the film textbooks and discreetly checking out the same books that she would in hopes he could see into what she was feeling, why she reacted the way she did. He found himself growing nervous that she would catch him staring and retreat to her guarded state, away from their intimacy.
When (Y/N)’s seat across from him at the library table was empty one day, he grew suspicious.
A.N: Thank you so so much for the amazing feedback people, it encouraged me to write the second chapter with Steve <3 I hope you’ll like it, please don’t forget to comment and enjoy! :*
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Morning after with Steve Rogers
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Word Count: 393
The buzzing of
the alarm snapped you out of your sleep and you made a face, slamming your hand
on the clock after making couple of failed attempts which made you slam your
hand on the nightstand, making you wince before your eyes shot open.
You weren’t alone
in the bed.
smile pulled at your lips and you turned around, your sudden movement shaking
the bed a little and causing him to make a face before rubbing at his eyes.
up.” You bit on your lip as you took in his appearance, “Wake up.”
opening his eyes and his smile reflected yours in a second.
“Hey.” You said,
getting closer to him, “How do you feel?”
“Shouldn’t I be
the one asking you that?”
You shot him a
look, “I don’t think you need to ask that.”
“Why is that?”
You could feel
the blush spreading over your cheeks as you buried your face in the pillow
before pulling away, hearing him laugh.
thought it was obvious.”
“So it was good?”
You ran your fingertips
over his chest gently, “Another thing you’re good at, it seems.” You heaved dramatically,
“We need to find something you’re bad at, it’s getting annoying.”
He chuckled and
pulled you closer before getting on top of you, pressing a small kiss on your
forehead, then your nose, making you giggle.
you, did I?” He seemed almost hesitant and you shook your head.
“I’d tell you.”
“Of course I
would.” You insisted “Being a super strong super soldier doesn’t mean you’d
hurt me. You would never.”
He smiled softly
“Skip the work today.”
You groaned, and
rubbed your eyes,
still work.” You mumbled, “But Steve…”
“Come on. One
“If I do it,
will you do it too?”
“If New York
doesn’t get into danger by aliens or monsters from space, yeah.”
“I hate that it’s
a possibility.” You murmured, then grabbed your phone, “Fine. But I want
breakfast, and it’ll be a full on American diner breakfast, you hear that?”
“Yes ma’am.” He grinned
and you shrugged,
“I think we got
it in the wrong order.” You said as you found your boss’ number in your
contacts, “You were supposed to wine, dine and bed me, not the other way
Summary: “The leads of Even Bech Næsheim’s new ‘Romeo and Juliet’ adaption were announced yesterday, with Eva Kviig Mohn taking to Twitter to confirm, ‘Looking forward to playing Julieeeeet’. Her fellow Romeo was announced shortly after to be Isak Valtersen, which his publicist confirmed today. It seems that this will be Norway’s new star-crossed pair of lovers.”
In which there is a tumblr fandom that is dying every time new information for said version of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ drops, Even is a beloved director and Isak - well, Isak would just really appreciate it if his mind would stop surprising him with memories at the worst moments possible.
“You look happy,” Jonas greets him as soon as Isak walks on set.
“Of course, I’m always happy. I’m literally a beacon of light in your life,” Isak retorts easily, taking a sip from his coffee. He makes a face immediately afterwards: lukewarm coffee should be forbidden.
Jonas rolls his eyes, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re so not.” Then, he drops his voice to a whisper that Isak can’t concentrate on because he spots Even. He’s standing behind the camera, pointing to something on the screen before turning back to Magnus and Mahdi, gesturing at them instead. It should not be as captivating as it is.
“Dude, you’re staring,” Jonas says in a normal voice and Isak’s head whips around to him.
Summary:Dan Howell’s entire family has been in Slytherin, and there’s no doubt he’d supposed to end up there too. Phil Lester does’t exactly know what to do when he finds himself liking boys, so he’s usually just horrendously mean to them.
Word Count: 4.8k
SW (squick warning!! i’ve learned that we’re not supposed to be saying trigger so casually): a scrape on a knee due to falling on a rock
Somehow those words echoed in Freyja’s head over and over again like that shitty tune of teenyboppers in the shop which grated her head for days as she made it through her room. “Do you know I will not take long.” She thought of Odur again. Why in all places that Odur erected in her memory it must be a mere moment at the encounter on the train back home.
Summary: AU -There is something about the way she looks at him. The way her cheeks flush and her beautiful green eyes sparkle. Like she wants to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him, but she thinks better of it. It amuses him like nothing else. No other woman has been able to fire him up like Betty Cooper. And yet he hates her.
A/N: My first Bughead multi-chapter is finally seeing the light of day. All the chapters are already written and I’ll try to post them every Monday and Thursday (so the second chapter should come tomorrow). I hope all of you will enjoy my take on an enemies to lover fanfic and leave me your thoughts.
Summary: The reader and Edmund have been friends for most of their time together in Narnia. They realize their true feelings for each other at the worst moment; just when they both leave for Earth. It doesn’t help that they live literally half a world apart.
Note: This is a multi-part fic. It is a collaboration between an amazing writer, @peterpevensje and myself. We are really excited to be working together on this series. I hope you enjoy the second chapter of Love Knows No Bounds!
Disclaimer: Part of this chapter is based off the movie and some quotes are from the movie. Those quotes are not mine.
Warnings: Slightly sad.
Previously:“I think- I think I —”
“You think what?” Susan and Lucy asked you at the same time.
“I think I love him”
“You what?!” Susan exclaimed.
You blushed, looking down at your lap. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Lucy squealed, threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. To Susan, she said, “I told you!”
You looked at Susan, curious. “Told you what?”
Susan laughed a little and smiled. “Lucy told me that you love Edmund. I thought that the two of you were just close friends. It’s rare that Lucy beats me at matchmaking.” Susan’s voice turned serious as she took one of your hands in her own. “But why does loving Edmund make you upset?”
Tears pooled in your eyes again. Your chest constricted painfully as you forced yourself to speak. “I know that I- I have feelings for Edmund. I just… I just can’t act on them.”
Lucy hugged you again, gently stroking your hair. Sympathy shone in the young girl’s eyes.
“You can’t act on your feelings?” Susan asked softly. “If it’s because you’re afraid he doesn’t return your feelings—”
“No,” you said. Shaking your head, you repeated yourself. “No. It’s not because of that.”
“Than what is?” It was Lucy who asked the question.
She pulled away from you and stood next to her sister. The two of them led you over to the dusty bed and all three of you sat down, bed creaking. Dust drifted off the bed in small clouds, making you cough.
When you stopped coughing, you answered Lucy’s question, “We’re all leaving Narnia. Today. If I tell him how I feel… nothing could happen.”
“You don’t know that!” Lucy said. “You can’t just give up hope and not admit your feelings like that. For all you know, Edmund might feel the same way!”
You laughed bitterly. “I can’t hope like you can, Lucy. I know that when we go back, I’ll never see Edmund—I won’t see any of you ever again.”
Greetings everyone! I’ve just spent 48 hours awake due to a bus ride across half the country and I’m writing in my hotel room in DC because I’m so punchy I can’t crash just yet. I hope you enjoy this second chapter!
Not ungently, Nesta lifted her head away from Cassian’s touch and took a step back. His smile never left his face while he lowered his hand back to his side.
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
Scowling, Cassian admonished, “You need to eat, Nesta.” He knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes flashed with indignation and she crossed her arms, squaring her shoulders and spreading her legs apart slightly. He almost grinned at the fighter’s stance she’d subconsciously taken.
“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m not one of your soldiers under your command.”
He raised both hands in a surrender action, only slightly mocking. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have worded that better. You came out here because you were hungry. Are you sure there isn’t something else I can make for you?”
Looking down at the floor, Nesta realized the mess she had made with her plate of food. Cassian was already reaching for a broom and dustpan and began sweeping it up, dumping it in the garbage. Nesta put her half empty plate in the sink and started back to the hallway leading to her room.
“Not going to bother answering me?” He had a slightly cocky swagger to his voice, as if he was baiting her to snap back at him. Pausing to look at him cooly, she stated, “I already told you I’m not hungry.”
“Okay, no food.” He finished cleaning up the mess and started tidying up the kitchen counter.
Nesta was at a loss. She didn’t want to go back to her room and deal with the dark emotions that were sure to come back the moment she was alone again. She hated admitting needing any help, though. Her pride was all she had left to cling to. She was almost to the doorway again when Cassian asked her, “Will you at least spend some time with me while everyone else is gone? It gets pretty boring here without someone else to talk to.”
Feeling relieved but refusing to give him the satisfaction of showing it, she stopped and turned to him. “I need another book to read. You can accompany me to the library while I pick one out.”
Rolling his eyes, Cassian crossed his arms. “Books are almost as boring as being alone.”
“Then be alone.” And with those three words, Nesta walked out of the kitchen and towards the library. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she heard Cassian catching up to her a moment later and it exploded out of her in a silent sigh of relief.
When they reached the library Cassian threw himself on one of the couches, casually lounging while he watched Nesta peruse the hundreds of volumes of books. He kept quiet, watching her pull down a book, thumb through it and silently read selections out of it, then place it back on the shelf and pull another one down. He didn’t fidget, he just calmly watched her while she walked back and forth in front of the volumes. A while later they both turned towards the entry when they heard voices in the main room. Obviously, others in the house were starting to arrive back home after their night out. Nesta was scanning another book when she heard Mor call out, “Cassian, are you home?”
Before he could answer Mor appeared in the doorway to the library and paused, startled. “Well, I never would have thought to look for you in here!” Glancing sideways at Nesta, Mor directed her questions to Cassian, “Why didn’t you join us for dinner? We waited for you over an hour and drank all the wine instead of eating, but now we’re going to Rita’s so I came back to get you.”
Smiling at her, Cassian waved a hand casually and said, “I wasn’t that hungry, and I don’t feel like going to Rita’s tonight. I promised Nesta I would hang out with her for a while.”
Nesta turned sightly to look at Cassian, barely managing to contain her startlement at hearing his words. She had never heard him turn down Mor for a night out on the town. In fact, it was Cassian always choosing to spend his time with Mor that created much of her anxiety about his declarations of feelings towards her. Nesta wouldn’t call it jealousy; she had too much pride for that, but her feelings of rejection by Cassian right after they arrived home from the war still stung too deeply to forget them this soon.
Mor turned a hard gaze on Nesta but quickly smiled when she saw Nesta was looking her way. “Well, then why don’t I join the both of you? We can fix something to eat and all ‘hang out’ together.”
Nesta gritted her teeth at the sly sting in Mor’s words. Did Cassian catch those undercurrents of malice towards her from his long-time friend? Looking at his face she couldn’t tell if he noticed it or not, but he did notice Nesta’s impending anger and shifted as if to intervene before Nesta blew up at Mor. And she was ready to lash out at Mor, but then remembered the leftover food Cassian and she had made earlier. Hiding her grin but still with a wicked gleam in her eye, Nesta turned to Mor and in a sweet voice said, “That sounds lovely. Cassian and I made some stir fry earlier and there’s a lot left over on the stove. Why don’t you heat yourself up a dish and join us?”
Nesta glanced at Cassian and saw his jaw almost hit the floor and then with a snap he closed it and looked at Nesta. His eyes were as big and round as she had ever seen them, and he had a slight grin on his face that he quickly hid, trying to compose his features. Mor was also at a loss, clearly having anticipated an angry Nesta and not knowing how to react to an accommodating one. With a shrug, Mor walked out of the library and headed towards the kitchen where Cassian and Nesta could hear her dishing herself up a bowl of stir fry.
“Nesta, what are you up to?” Cassian fiercely whispered at her, still fighting a grin. Nesta shushed him with a finger to her lips and then pointed to her ears, indicating Mor might be able to hear them talking. Chuckling, Cassian leaned back and looked at Nesta with admiration shining in his eyes and a grin no longer hidden on his lips. Nesta felt a thrill of excitement shiver down her spine at his look. Never before had a male looked at her with that touch of pride she saw in Cassian’s eyes at this moment. It was a new experience for her and she was almost overwhelmed with how much she enjoyed the feeling.
Mor swept back into the library with her bowl of food and plopped down on the couch right next to Cassian, close enough that her thigh and arm were wedged up against his body. Cassian slung his arm across the back of the couch, a pose Nesta had seen him take hundreds of times around Mor, but this time he kept his grin on Nesta. Mor glanced at her, too, as if making sure Nesta had seen how close she was sitting to Cassian. She settled herself in the couch a bit more, scooting closer to Cassian in the process, and dug into her stir fry.
Pretending to look through a book, Nesta waited. Mor was obviously hungry because she shoveled in three bites in succession before chewing and swallowing. The fourth bite was in her mouth and a fifth on the way when Mor paused with the fork halfway in the air. A sudden cough sent some of the food flying from her mouth and her face turned bright red. Another cough had Mor spitting the food out of her mouth and back into the bowl, and then a fit of coughing had her doubled over on the couch. Suddenly, with tears streaming down a face brighter than a tomato, Mor jumped up from the couch and ran down the hall towards her room, where Nesta and Cassian could faintly hear running water and giant slurping noises in between coughs and deep breaths. Then a door slammed and they could hear nothing more.
Nesta let out a giggle and glanced at Cassian, who was watching her. He started to laugh.
“What a wicked, wicked streak you have, Nesta.” He was still laughing and looking at her as he stood up from the couch and walked over to stand in front of her.
Grinning broadly, Nesta looked up at his shining eyes and asked, “You knew about the stir fry?”
Snorting, he crossed his arms and said, “Of course. You can’t include the seeds from the hot peppers, those contain the most heat. They make any dish almost inedible to most people if you include them.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything before throwing them into the stir fry?”
With a wicked smile and winking at her, he leaned in to her ear and whispered, “Because I like hot stuff on my tongue.”
Rolling her eyes, Nesta cocked her head to look up at him and asked, “So if you knew, why didn’t you tell Mor?”
Shrugging, Cassian said in a low voice, “Because she wasn’t being very nice to you, and she’s been behaving like that for too long. It’s time she started learning that our dynamics are changing and I’m not going to let her stop those changes any longer. And I enjoyed watching you defend yourself. You’re a strong female, Nesta, far stronger than most I have ever met, and I know letting you handle such nonsense like that from Mor would be a far greater lesson learned for Mor than any intervention I could have provided.” Looking into Nesta’s eyes, he gave her a warm smile. “And besides, if it lets me hear your giggle and see you grin, I’ll let you hot pepper every dish I make for the next hundred years!”
There we go. I can’t believe I did it. Finally. I do apologise again for the long wait. I truly appreciated your patience and I do hope you’ll love the second and last chapter as well. I read all your comments, tags and reblogs, and I treasured all of them. Thank you for the time you spend reading my work!
“There you are.”
Dorian’s voice interrupted her reading, as the mage marched inside
the hidden library under Josie’ office “Why are you working here,
in this dark and smelly place?” “It’s not smelly!” Demetra
protested weakly, closing the ancient volume in front of her. She
wasn’t able to concentrate in any case. Yawning, the Inquisitor rubbed her
swollen eyes. Blessed Maker, she needed a good night of sleep so badly.
Dorian shrugged “I’m glad at least you tidied up this place a
bit. Now, I’m here to invite you to have a drink with your handsome
Tevene friend.” “I don’t drink, Dorian.” she forced a smile
“And I fear I wouldn’t be a good company today.” “Fine.” Dorian
sat graciously on the simple seat in front of her desk “Let’s skip the tavern part, it was an excuse anyway, and arrive straight to the
explanations.” “About?” she prompted, leaning heavily on her
more luxurious seat. “About why you barely eat, speak, and
spend your time hidden in this library.” She bit her lip,
lowering her eyes “Dorian, I would rather not…” “And why
Cullen spends his time buried between his reports and the armory,
brooding more than usual, and scaring the living life out of whoever
tries to make him sleep, eat or speak.” Demetra clenched her
jaw, looking at some scratches on the old desk surface. She didn’t
want to talk about their fight. She didn’t want to say aloud how
badly she had messed up. She didn’t want to tell Dorian she had tried
to speak to Cullen, just to have him avoiding her. She was
sleeping in her bad alone since three days now, and she had no idea
how to fix this. If this was something she could fix. Maker knew that
if the situation was reverted she would put Cullen through the Void, so
she truly couldn’t blame him for being so mad at her. “Demetra.”
Dorian’s voice was soft and he leant on the desk, grabbing gently the
hand she was fisting “Fights between lovers can’t be solved
refusing to talk to each other.” “I tried.” she said, her
glare fixed on their hands “He didn’t listen.”
Authors Note: Hey, Hey everyone, I hope everyone has had a great day and evening. This is the second chapter to Manhattan, my Frat Boy AU. I am not sure whether this will be a fanfic or a mini-series, or what it becomes. It depends on the reviews I get on it from you guys.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, is a bit different from the first Chapter, but it is building on characters, I guess. I don’t know. Anyway, enjoy! Xx
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It has been several days since the ludicrous frat party I attended. My dress still emanates a damn brewery, and I swear I can’t cleanse the stench of beer off my skin, but everyone else appeared to have loved it— it’s all I have heard about the last few days.
Apparently, it was such a great gathering that there’s going to be another… one that I will NOT be attending.
I don’t care if they do some keg standing drinking game or if there’s some kind of absurdly amazing beer pong match where that dickhead gets his ass beat— I am not going. I have no desire to.
I haven’t seen or heard about Harry either.
He seems to be mysterious, I am starting to wonder if he even attends the same University or if I managed to lure a creepy man to my dorm room while falling for his British charm.
Maybe he isn’t even British and it’s all an act. Who knows?
Besides the tailgate party and the after game entertainment that has been circling around conversations, the month of September is the beginning of football season—a season of deranged fanatic students’ screaming and rumbling at a football stadium, rooting for our blue and white team, while trying not to get drunk in the stands.
Today, September sixteenth; Well, today isn’t just the day for kick starting the glorious season of men in pads, pounding each other for a football, but it kicks starts against a rivalry that has been brewing for years.
We start the season against the Cornell Big Reds.
Despite my piling stacks of work and notes that need revising, I can’t help but fall for the first day, kick off, shenanigans of college football. I guess, I felt it was compulsory to act within the typical expectations of a college student and tag along with tailgating before the game.
Little did I know that this decision would be the start of something unknown.
At first glance, I disregard him, having to carry a double take before realising that it’s him, Harry.
I tilt my head to the side, my eyes blazing into him as they discern that he’s bearing red. Although he seems rather dainty in crimson, the blood humming through my veins seems to disagree with his judgment of colours, both for a good and bad reason.
I glance around promptly, noticing I am the only one not gathered in the crowd up ahead with their chants and their eager anticipation. I sigh, leaning against my roommate’s car, my eyes fluttering back towards him.
He makes his way over to me, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as a nervous reaction.
“Hi, I’m surprised to see you here.” He flashes me a Cheshire grin, his eyes appearing to glisten a radiant emerald that I can admire more in the dusk sunset then I could in the moonlight the other night.
“Hello,” I nod, “I’m just as equally as surprised,” I comment, part of me rather enthused with the fact he’s bearing a rival colour that nobody dares to sport on such a day like today. “Nice colour, surprised your blood isn’t spread all over it— wait, don’t tell me,” I gasp, leading with a small pause. “You’re one of them.” I add, considerably amused by the fact that he may be unknown territory that is ’forbidden’.