#I like to think that Sol had an 'everything's going to be ok' moment

[hyunnie04]

pleaaaaase i need a reader x hyunjin where hyunjin sweats his ass off during sex and it drips on the reader!!! (totally not thinking about this from his most recent live)

a/n: sorry for the sort of long exposition!! kinda got carried away since the req was so hot jhasjdhjhds i hope it turned out ok!! sweaty hyune is so.. 😵‍💫

unprotected sex, sweat, mdni 18+ nsfw below the cut

hyunjin had texted you a few hours ago that he would be home later than expected. you were fine with it, noticing how hard he worked these days. passion never rested for someone like hyunjin.

sending him a quick ‘ok, take care love youuuuu’, you decided to do some light reading in the meantime. you have been trying to find some down time, not really finding the right moment to squeeze it in your hectic schedule.  

it was almost midnight now. laying down on your stomach for an extended amount of time was probably bad for you, but the novel that rested on your bed had you completely engrossed. legs dangled up in the air as you flip another page, a quiet yawn escapes your mouth.

the bed dips as a figure hovers over yours. the figure straddles and lies down to rest on your back. surprise takes over your features before you could turn back to look, but a kiss to your shoulder told you everything you needed to know.

"hyunjin!"

“baby, you weren’t answering your phone.” hyunjin mumbles, his voice soft and raspy, most likely worn out from practice.

you turn your head to glance at the neglected phone beside you in worry. surely enough upon pressing the on button, a flurry of unread messages from hyunjin had popped up. there were at least 15 and they mostly consisted of wondering where you had gone. the guilt immediately sets in, sitting up to face him.   

“oh, no i’m so sorry. i must’ve lost track…” you close your book and throw it to the side, mad at it for distracting you for such a long time. you hope whatever he texted you was nothing urgent. 

he laughs at your expression, kissing the space between your eyebrows. hyunjin takes the strings of your hoodie and pulls you closer. he was still in this practice clothes, the beanie he left with this morning was nowhere to be found. your legs slot right in between his while hyunjin tilts your chin up to his eye level. “it’s okay, baby.” he smiles, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “i know how much you love reading.” 

that one simple action from him made your heart practically pound out of your chest. no matter how many times he manages to fluster you with his gentle touches, it always feels like the first time. heat easily creeps up your neck as he turns you around to cuddle.

when hyune was tired, he turns into the cutest, clingiest ferret.

hyunjin’s hands snake over the expanse of your stomach, further burying his head into your neck. the hot puffs of breath from his mouth and the growing hardness in his pants send goosebumps all over your flushed body.

and sometimes, he turns into the horniest one.

you stop yourself from audibly gulping as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“hmm? are you getting flustered?” hyunjin rasps out lowly from behind the shell of your ear. wetness followed as soon as those honeyed words left his lips. it was useless in denying it, he knows damn well how much it affected you.

-

you were down on your shared bed, laid bare and disheveled all for hyunjin to see. you're still recouping from the mind numbing head he had lovingly given you, not expecting him to still have the stamina to go down on you judging by his sleepy state just an hour ago.

hyunjin’s lean and toned figure hovers over yours as his faded grayish pink strands fall delicately over his eyes. he was still dressed in his dark hoodie, only pushing the waistband of his sweats under his length, stubbornly insisting that tonight was about you.

when he had finally entered your drenched cunt, you immediately felt incredibly full, like you always did. hyunjin’s flushed length is eagerly hugged by your gummy walls as if it was solely made for him alone. the deep groan he lets out drives you insane.

he had let out a shudder, feeling your warm pussy swallow him whole, combined essence slowly dribbling down the ruined sheets. hyunjin struggles to contain himself from giving in too early, wanting to make you comfortable first.

a light sheen of sweat starts to collect on his brow line as he adjusts his hips, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from you.

any movement- no matter how little, from either one of you sends mind numbing, electrifying shocks towards your sensitive nerves, tethering on the edge of orgasm. 

looking at hyunjin with hazy eyes, his chest heaved heavily with desire, poking his tongue out to lick his lower lip in that teasing manner that he usually does.

you wonder for a second if it was possible to get any wetter- with hyunjin? it definitely was. 

he looked absolutely sinful, staring down at you hungrily with half lidded eyes as if he was hunting prey, tongue still cheekily poking out and ready to pounce.

“hyune-” the words prematurely die in your throat, getting cut off by the abrupt desperate thrust of his hips. hyunjin couldn't hold back any longer.

you cry out, hands gripping the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself from the animalistic pace he had set. hyunjin is like a man starved by the way his unrelenting thrusts into you eventually start to rock the bed.

you can't help but grind yourself in time with his hips, the wet sound of skin slapping against each other echoing through out the room.

cum obscenely drips from your connected bodies and hyunjin can't help but take his fingers out and spread it further onto your weeping cunt. his surprising actions make you squeal out, clutching on to his forearm and subconsciously making you clench around his delicious cock.

he hisses through the overwhelming pleasure, continuing to toy with your overly sensitive lower lips whilst keeping his momentum.

"you're so pretty, my love..." hyunjin mindlessly sighs out. you could only moan in response, too fucked out to reply.

hyunjin was starting to get hot, you could tell. sweat had started to accumulate all over his body, making him glisten even in the dim atmosphere. the sweat saturates and dampen his hair, making him run a hand through them every few seconds in an attempt to keep them from falling.

seemingly having enough, hyunjin abruptly stops his movements. a strangled sob of desperation escapes your throat as he angrily pulls the zipper of his hoodie down, throwing it next to you. it was so incredibly hot.

you could smell the intense scent of his perfume mixed with sweat along with the unmistakable erotic smell of sex radiating off his skin now. he bites his lips and closes his eyes as he sinks easily into your slick cunt once more, resuming his exhilarating pace.

hyunjin’s lithe arms cages you in between them as droplets of sweat start to drip profusely off his chin and down on to your chest.

the first time you and hyunjin had sex, you were simply astonished by how much sweat he produced. he even apologized for it, for something he couldn't control. you had to insist that you really weren't bothered by it. everybody sweats, some just more than others.

in fact, it secretly made you even hornier knowing how your hot and sexy boyfriend was wet, soaking, and glistening, how could it not make you horny? many nights were spent thinking of him in that state, tempted to just lick it off him in depravity.

it was definitely an unexpected but welcomed addition to your unexplored kinks. you haven't even told hyunjin, so it takes him by surprise when you pull him closer with your legs around his waist, kissing, lapping at the droplets that continue to fall down his chin.

he gapes at you with a momentarily look of bewilderment, but then a flash of ferality in his eyes takes over. hips now starting to stutter aimlessly, he drowns in his unrestrained pleasure. savoring your sweet mewls of ecstasy fueled by his own erotic grunts and hisses.

hyunjin leans down to trail tender wet kisses of desperation along the junction of your neck and shoulders. it's spreads more and more of his perspiration onto the dewy expanse of your skin, the sight of it is absolutely nothing short of pornographic.

the tell tale sign of his orgasm shows, breath hitching in his throat and the bruising grip he has on your hips says it all. his hair flips upwards along with the slight tilt of his head as you clutch his toned arms in return, finally spurting his release inside of you.

wrapping your arms around his neck, the thick searing hot cum that spills inside your walls prompt yourself on the edge of unraveling. hyunjin reaches a hand to your aching clit, rubbing tight little circles on the bud to aid your release.

the throbbing in your pussy seems to increase by tenfold, hips wildly bucking up to meet his hands. you cum with a whine, relief washing over you.

the piercing just below his eyebrow shines against the golden light of your night lamp, getting covered by his pretty hair falling on his face while he stares into your half lidded eyes.

your fingers instinctively reach up to tuck the strands behind his ears, just to see the beautiful piece of jewelry. hyunjin’s eyes are still shut from the aftershocks, but that didn’t stop him from taking your palm and kissing it affectionately.

“i love you so much.”

"i love you too."

he collapses on the wet valley of your breasts, resting his head to recover. both of your breathing are labored, no doubt extremely exhausted.

“we really need a shower.” you hum, smiling adoringly at his tuckered out form, playing with the hair on his nape. hyunjin raises a suggestive eyebrow at your proposal and lets out a cheeky giggle.

"if you wanted to get even wetter, all you had to do was ask."

#hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz x reader #skz scenarios #stray kids x reader #requests <3 #anon <3

[mytyldotwav]

I need to talk about GGXRD music sooo

Sky Should Be High, I think, is about how Sol sees the world and his journey. Every other verse talks about struggling, being wronged, fighting for your life, and teetering on the edge of surrender.

In the main chorus, the words "fade away" are said. I really think that's Sol's driving motivation throughout the story as it is presented here.

Sol has been fighting a physical and emotional war for decades. He wants things to go back to normal. But even if that happens, he knows that so much will be missing. So much will have changed. So is it even worth fighting anymore?

"Sky should be High" essentially means, "This isn't the way things should be"

Sol Baguy, The Flame of Corruption, was supposed to be Frederick. Jack-O and Justice were supposed to be Aria. That Man, or The Devil, was supposed to be Asuka. They were supposed to make the world a better place. But that's not how things went. It's safe to say that, at the start of the series, Sol has lost almost everything. Everything in his life went terribly wrong.

But. In the final bridge, there's a moment of calm contemplation.

Can't you see?

The innocent may find the way

Wise men lose track of the single path

No one... knows tomorrow

To me, this is when Ky entrusted Sol to take care of Sin. Yeah, Sol thought having to drag a kid around with him was a pain in the ass. Yes, he thought Sin was annoying, but in a sense, Sol was literally being given the future of the world.

Sin has had a pretty shit life up to that point. Despite that, he always has optimism. Sin tries making friends, making the world a better place, and bringing joy and hope to others, and he is still just a kid. Though they had their differences, Sol and Sin saw the same hope that Ky saw. Realizing not only the trust placed in him by Ky but also the hope that still remained in the world, Sol makes a declaration:

I'LL

NEVER,

EVER,

KNEEL

DOWN!

That's when the track goes from a song of mourning to a power anthem. "Fade away" is replaced by "Stairway," which makes me think of a stairway to Heaven. In the context of the song, I think it bears some of that meaning. It marks an ascension. A revival of something. Sol realizes there's still more to live for other than revenge. He realizes if he keeps fighting, if he keeps climbing those stairs, he'll eventually reach the top. If he keeps fighting, the world might just become a better place.

When "Fade Away" is said again, it feels more like Sol is warding off evil. Like he's telling the evils of the world to dissappear– not asking it to, but demanding, and even forcing it to. Those last 3 lines feel almost a warning to that evil and strife. "Just one moment left" before he ends it with his own two hands.

Sky Should Be High!

This isn't how things should be, but some things will never be the same. And it's better that way. The experiences Sol has had and trials he's undergone have led him to the people who care so deeply about him; It was in others that he found his hope.

One day, he'll be able to fade away. He won't be the Flame of Corruption, a bounty hunter, a Gear slayer, or the man that saved the world. One day, He'll just be Frederick Bulsara again. It'll be different. But that's ok.

Uuuuuh yeah. Those are my thoughts on Sky Should Be High.

#If I don't unleash the autism every now and then #I start to go feral #next im talking about #All I Can Do #because that song makes me insane #that means more Asuka content. #guilty gear #guilty gear xrd #sol badguy #long post #music #analysis #i love you Guilty Gear #btw theres like. something about Sol's grief in there but. thats a whole other can of worms

[kltsuneudon]

Someone Who Cares

Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

you can always count on me to write (mildly) obscure au’s. happy birthday yuyu <3

this is a final fantasy ateez au bcuz i keep thinking of it hehe

warnings: angst, general violence, major character death, semi happy ending dw, major final fantasy 7 original game spoilers don’t read if you’ve somehow managed to avoid them and want to keep it that way.

The first time you met was in the Gold Saucer. For once, you weren't alone. The group had finally decided to settle down for a little bit and splurge, a little fun and rest was much needed. While you wanted to go to Costa del Sol, mentioning off-handedly that you had never been there before when Wooyoung brought the location up, the rest of the group decided the Saucer would be a better (and slightly cheaper) rest stop this time, wanting to indulge in the games and rides. Grumpily, you trailed after San and Yeosang heading towards the Wonder Square. Yeosang was eagerly talking to San, casually fishing for information about an apparent argument the blonde had with Wooyoung before arriving here. Since you had only recently joined the group, you found yourself half-listening, not wanting to hear anything you weren't supposed to. Instead, you focused on everything else around you, which wasn't a difficult thing to do. The bright flashing lights, colorful screens, and loud music easily distract you from anything and everything, leading you to bump into something very large and plush.

“Oof!” The sound expelled from you as you bounced off of the thing and onto your ass. Your awkward noise drew the attention of San and Yeosang, who finally noticed how far you trailed from them.

San was quick by your side helping you up. “You good?” He asked nervously glancing between you and the large thing you bumped into. Slowly, the large thing turned towards you, revealing that it was a comically large fluffy yellow chick. Face to face with San, the blonde let out a cute coo noise which you quickly stored in your mind for later.

“Sorry about that!” A high-pitched voice from on top of the chick suddenly spoke. 3 sets of eyes quickly traveled upward to locate the voice. Sitting atop the giant chick was a fluffy golden dog wearing a pirate costume.

Quietly, Yeosang gasped behind you and San. “A Maltese! So cute!”

The dog tilted its head to the side. “Maltese? I am a golden retriever!” It pauses for a moment before striking a dramatic pose. “My name is Tyudeongi! I'm a fairy, puppy, fortune-telling machine! And this is Bbyongming!” It pats the giant chick he sits on top of while its fluffy tail wags eagerly. “Would you like your fortune told? Ah, but don't hold it against me if it doesn't come true!”

Yeosang eagerly grasps onto San's arm. “San-ah! Let's get our fortunes told, please?” The brunette beams at the blonde causing his cool composure to quickly crumble. (You completely understand why).

The three of you stare up at the puppy as he begins to dance and spin atop the fluffy chick. Suddenly, Bbyongming squawks and dispenses 3 slips of paper from its beak, Tyudeongi quickly snatching them up. He glances over them before leaning over. “For you, you, and… you!” He exclaims while handing the papers out. You try not to think of how the robot's eyes lingered on you for a moment.

San blinks at you and Yeosang. “Um. You wanna go first?”

“Do not be afraid of competition.” Yeosang reads. “Huh. What do you think that means?” You and San share a knowing look (Wooyoung) before you offer a shrug. Yeosang seems stated by that and motions for San to read.

San's face scrunches as he silently reads over his fortune. He glances nervously between the two of you before reading. “What you pursue will be yours, but you will lose what you hold most dear.” He lowers the fortune without saying anything more, the 3 of you sharing worried looks. “Um, how about yours, (yn).”

“Yeah, ok.” You answer quickly, hoping to pick the mood back up again. You look down at your fortune before reading aloud, “The love of your life will appear in front of you unexpectedly!” … “Huh?” San and Yeosangs eyes remain locked on you, and you can feel your ears turning red.

Yeosang claps, “Oh that's a fun one!” San nods in agreement.

You scoff. “Yeah… Doubt that's true though. There's no one like that for me. Just as strange as yours, haha.” You awkwardly try to pivot from the topic, hastily shoving the slip of paper into your pocket.

Tyudeongi yips from his perch. “Aw don't be so down, you never know what the future might hold!”

***

Lazily, you lounge on your back in a grassy field, observing the blue cloud-filled sky while some of the others slowly set up camp. You hoped Hongjoong remembered not to let Mingi set the fire this time, as the flame-oriented magician accidentally got a little overzealous with it last time and singed half of the tents. Lost in fiery Mingi thoughts, you don't hear the approach of little paws next to you.

“Do you see any shapes?” Tyudeongi had been traveling with the group for over a month now, insisting on coming along after your meeting at the Gold Saucer. Originally San was completely against it, Yeosang having to convince him. Eventually, he came around when Tyudeongi revealed his (and Bbyongming's) magical prowess. He wasn't joking about the “fairy” part of his introduction.

“Maybe that one looks like a chocobo.” You offer, you're not really paying attention to the clouds. Behind you, you hear Wooyoung let out a shriek and you feel the warmth of fire. So they did forget.

Tyudeongi hums. “That one there,” he motions with a fluffy paw, “it's like a Moogle!”

“A Moogle, hm… Do you think they're real?”

The puppy tilts its head to the side, “Well I'm real so they must be!”

“But you're a robot…” You trail off not wanting to insult him (was that possible?) “I want to see one, one day.” You hear more chaos behind you but tune it out, imagining a future full of fluffy Moogles.

“You will!” Tyudeongi's tail wags wildly. “I can see the future, remember!”

You laugh. “Ok.”

***

The silence in Cosmo Canyon could not be louder. The 7 of you awkwardly set up camp for the night, no one wanting to talk after Mingi's emotional past had been revealed. Once again you found yourself away from the group, sitting towards the edge of camp wanting to remain in solitude. But when does that ever happen?

“What are you thinking about?” Tyudeongi, or rather, the person controlling the puppy, has him ask. It was something you had caught onto recently. The puppy had been around for a while at this point and he often liked to spend time with you, it led you to notice his quirks maybe faster than the others. Tyudeongi had a handful of automated responses and phrases programmed which he often cycled through with the other group members, but with you, you noticed he often had more to say. It was as if his autopilot had been turned off. You didn't tell anyone.

You sigh. “Just Mingi. I hope he's doing ok.” The anguished look on his face as he left the cave floated around in your memory.

“He's a strong person. This may hurt him for a while, but he will recover and grow from this.” The puppy makes his way over and settles into your lap. You mindlessly stroke his fur. “The most you can do right now is make sure he knows you're there for him.”

Another sigh leaves you. “I know. I just… I don't know if I'm very empathetic. It's like I care but, I don't know. I feel like it's not enough, like part of me is missing something more. Like there's something wrong with me.”

The puppy looks up at you. “(yn), you are an extremely empathetic person, they all know that.” You know it's the person on the other end controlling what he says by how serious Tyudeongi's tone has become. “There's nothing wrong with you and it's ok that you feel that way. They're lucky to have a friend like you.” It feels strange to hear all of this coming from a dog.

It's silent for a while. “Thank you.” You manage to get out. The puppy shifts around in your lap.

“How about a fortune to cheer you up! You brighten up everyone's day!”

You let out a chuckle. “That's not a fortune, Tyudeongi.”

You weren't sure dogs could pout, but he certainly was. “Ok, how about… someone out there cares about you very much!”

***

Alone again, this time crying. Everything was so stressful, between the reveal that Tyudeongi was a Shinra spy sent to watch your group and then Tyudeongi straight up dying only to come back to life as another robot barely an hour later… Your emotions were shot. You hated that puppy now. But did you? He was, no, is your friend. Even if what he did was unforgivable. The mental image of his little body being crushed under all of that rubble wouldn't be leaving your mind any time soon.

“You're crying?” The new Tyudeongi bot spoke behind you.

You sniffle. “Go away. I don't want to be near you.” You won't even look at the dog.

“(yn)...” The controller is back. “I know what I did was wrong and that I don't deserve yours or any of the other forgiveness, but-”

“No, you don't deserve any of that and I don't want to talk to you either! I trusted you, but you were using us.” You quickly get up and storm away towards Mingi and Jongho, not sparing the robot a single glance back.

***

Lately, it seems the tears never really stop. And now, you truly think they never will. Yeosang was gone, and there was nothing that could be done. Maybe if you had been faster, if you had gotten to San sooner. Then Yeosang… You let out another painful sob, the pillow beneath you fully soaked from how long you've been crying. Suddenly you feel a light weight lean against your back.

“I know you want to be alone, but I'm here for you if you need it.” A deep voice speaks through Tyudeongi. The man on the other side.

You sob again. “He's gone. Yeosang. I can't believe…” You can barely speak through your hyperventilating.

The robot further leans into your back, nuzzling its face into you slightly. You won't admit it, but it's a comfort you need. “I know.” His voice is wobbly like he's been crying too. “Really, would any of us be doing this without him?”

The thought of having to go on without Yeosang only made you cry more. His comforting, gentle presence was one of the things that kept the group stable. To continue your journey without him felt wrong, but to stop where you were completely felt worse.

“I'm so sorry, (yn).” He was crying now, which only made you weep more.

***

San was missing and all hope was lost. The planet was doomed to die a painful death as the calamity from the sky loomed. And you and the rest of your group were taken prisoner by Shinra. Alone and curled up in the corner of your cell with your head down, you wondered how the others were, if you were all doomed to die here. Maybe there was no hope. Maybe hope did die with- Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your cell quietly being opened. In rushed a tall man in a black suit fit with high black boots. You don't move from your spot. If he's there to kill you then so be it.

“(yn).” The deep voice is familiar. “Please, you have to get up.”

You spare a glance at him. You don't know him. “What do you want…”

His face is nervous. “I'm getting you out of here. They're demanding a public execution of the team.” Your blood runs cold. “Please, we have to be quick.” His hand is warm on your back as he ushers you up.

“Wh… What? Who are you?” You don't fight him as he begins to move you out of the cell.

He ignores your question, nervously looking left and right before (mildly dragging) leading you down the hallway. “Hongjoong and Wooyoung should already be on the copter getting things together. I sent someone to get Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho as well.” His grip on your hand is strong. He pauses at a corner and peeks around the side before pulling you along again. “Jongho should be able to fly the thing out of here and then you'll all be safe…” He mutters to himself.

There's a commotion at the end of the hallway and the man curses quietly under his breath, pulling you to the side and using his tall form to block the soldiers running by view of you. Your eyes widen as you look up at him, it sets in how tall he is. “Who… Who are you?” You try again.

He looks down at you, his big brown eyes softening as he scans your face. “Someone who cares about you very much.” The response leaves you breathless, or maybe it's all the running you've been doing. Either way, you find yourself charmed by the tall, mildly awkward man. Suddenly, you're outside in an airport hanger and the previously mentioned helicopter is there, all your friends accounted for. Jongho reaches out for you and effortlessly the man with you passes you into his arms. “Ok, you should be good from here.” He yells above the sound of the helicopter starting. The vehicle shakes before lifting off the ground and you begin to feel hands pulling you away from the open door.

Startled, you reach out for your mystery savior. “Wait! You're not coming with me?” You screech, the helicopter already several feet off the ground.

You can see a group of Shinra soldiers beginning to run up to him, shouting his name, but he stands his ground. “Tyudeongi, take care of (yn)!” You think you hear him shout before he truly begins to fade away, pulled away by the guards, becoming a little dot below you. Your heart feels heavy.

***

It was on the day before your team's so-called ‘final battle’ that you finally saw the man who saved you again. San had made a triumphant return after the team's escape and after a thrilling pep talk, you all went your separate ways to briefly make your peace before your potential end. You had decided to return to Kalm, your home, and briefly reminisce on the journey. Alone, you found yourself at the top of the famous Kalm clocktower gazing out on the sunset painting the town, remembering when you first met San and Yeosang there. Leaning against the railing, a heavy sigh leaves you before you can even think of stopping it.

“It's a nice view.” A deep, familiar voice speaks from behind you, startling you. Once again, you're face to face with the mysterious black haired man that saved you and the others from the Shinra prison. He's dressed more casually now in some baggy clothes, face fit with a pair of glasses. “Something worth saving.”

You stare at him blankly, unknowingly gripping the railing tighter. “Yeah.” It's quiet. He approaches the railing, leaning against it next to you. His eyes never leave the view of the town. You clear your throat. “So… You're the one behind Tyudeongi?”

He finally turns to face you. Your heart briefly skips a beat when your eyes meet. “Ah, yes. I control him sometimes and see through his eyes.” He lets out an awkward laugh. “I'm Yunho, by the way.”

“Yunho.” You repeat. “It's nice to finally put a name to the voice. I'm-”

“(yn).” He quickly answers, leaving you looking at each other in shock.

“Oh. Right.” He's known you for much longer than you've known him. It's quiet again. “I didn't get to thank you for saving my life. That day… When you didn't get on the helicopter with us and I saw those guards dragging you away… I thought you…” You don't finish the thought.

“I didn't want to abandon you.” You make note of how he says ‘you’ rather than ‘everyone’. “But I couldn't leave just yet, I had some more loose ends to tie up. I… I did regret it though, after seeing your face when you started to take off.”

You sigh, getting ready to say things you don't want to. “Why did you do it anyway? You're Shinra, a high-ranking executive Shinra worker, too, based on how you were dressed and all. You betrayed us before without batting an eye. Why the sudden change in heart?”

He stares at you for a second, his eyes searching your face before he returns to looking at the Kalm skyline. “I did betray the team and it's my biggest regret. I shouldn't have done it but I was still so scared of Shinra… I have no excuses.” He looks at you again. “But, I mostly wanted to change because I met you.”

You feel your face heating up. “Me? Why me?”

Yunho smiles. “You're so different from everyone else. You stand up and fight for what you believe, unlike me. It was your determination and honesty that made me want to change.”

“This sounds like a confession.” You feel your hands shaking and you suddenly can't meet his eyes. Despite this, Yunho's gaze never leaves your wandering eyes.

He laughs. “Ah, well, I guess it is! San did say to make our peace before we maybe die so…” His ears are turning red. “I guess Tyudeongi's fortunes are accurate after all since I am the person who appeared in front of you unexpectedly. You may not love me now, and you never may, but I love you, (yn). And I don't want you to feel alone again.”

You're speechless, you had forgotten all about the fortune. Yunho suddenly finds great interest in his shoes and he fidgets awkwardly. All those times Tyudeongi would join you in your solitude made sense. “Yunho.” He stands straight up, nervously looking down at you. “You're right. I don't love you… At least not now. But if we survive this whole thing, I'd really, really like to get to know you better. Then maybe…”

His smile is like the sun. “Of course. Let's make it through this together then.” He offers you his hand which you quickly take.

“Together.”

#jeong yunho x reader #ateez x reader #idk what to say about this rlly i was just thinkin of the au and tyu being cait sith.. it all clicked #works

[rookflower]

If you are still doing them Squirrelflight for the warriors ask?

seuality/gender headcanon: oh this cat is bi. not sure on gender, prob just a cis woman

rating out of 10: 10/10 that's my friend squirrelflight

favourite thing about them: selflessness, determination, and absolute endurace in the face of everything that's been thrown her way because holy shit

least favourite thing about them: the fact that she's probably never going to divorce bramblestar. girl leave him

when i first started liking them: uhhh not sure. think it was a click in watching fandom content at some point rather than a specific moment in the books. i was pretty neutral on her when i first stopped reading around early tnp but actively liked her when i picked the books back up a bit later.

do i relate to/project onto them? not really i don't think.

fav ship: tough.... i don't think i've ever actually gotten super into a squirrelflight ship actually. squirrelflight x happiness, i guess. moonlight, tawnypelt or sol if you are forcing me to pick one but im not jumping up and down for any of those theyre all like ok at best lol.

fav platonic ship: leafpool, if that counts? have a bit of a soft spot for funny tnp roadtrip gang shenanigans as well but i can't point to any one of those guys specifically, they work best as a group.

ship i hate: feel like my least fav is ashsquirrel by default. especially considering the bizarre idea that used to be widespread that it would be 100% fine and healthy had squirrelflight never rejected him.

do i prefer canon or fanon?: uhhhh. i guess canon-adjacent fanon from people who actually like squirrelflight?

random headcanon: my mind has gone completely blank i'll get back to you later

what colour do i picture them as: pretty dark red! white paw is important, and i usually give her some white markings on her chest, face, and tail as well.

unpopular opinion: crowsquirrel has like. negative levels of chemistry and i genuinely don't understand why everyone on twitter got so into shipping them last year. hard for me to be invested in shrewsquirrel either when shrewpaw is barely a character. a lot of endeavours to find squirrelflight a better partner are appreciated but in vain sorry. also i don't actually mind the "squilf" nickname (which came from a bizarre kate cary tweet and NOT people calling her squirrel milf, to clarify) i think it's silly

song i associate with them: Dying To Believe by The Beths, Be Sweet by Japanese Breakfast, Every Day I Love You Less And Less by Kaiser Chiefs

favourite maps/pms/amvs

#squirrelflight #character opinion meme

[bonefall]

ok so I had some wc au thoughts last night, and it’s filled with drama. what if hawkfrost killed brambleclaw during their fight? he’s obviously a lost cause if he’s trying to save firestar. he gets scratched up real bad when trying to dig up the foxtrap, and hawkfrost manages to drag him to the lake and dunk his head under, maybe slit his throat too so the blood spilling blood to turn the lake red thing happens

and as brambleclaw thrashes around in the water, desperate to save himself, to save firestar, hawkfrost doesn’t notice the foxtrap falling over from brambleclaw digging it up, releasing firestar. he doesn’t notice that brambleclaw has managed to snag some of his fur in his back claws. he leaves, and he doesn’t notice that firestar saw everything, and that the foxtrap won’t take all his lives

thunderclan is absolutely furious. their deputy was murdered, their leader lost a life, and judging by the scent and the fur in brambles back claws, it was a riverclan cat. and when firestar recovers enough to speak, he tells them that it was hawkfrost, the late deputys own brother. they go to the gathering and firestar speaks last, and he tells them everything

he tells them about brambleclaw being murdered, of hawkfrost doing it, of luring him into a trap and taking one of his lives. there’s an uproar. tawnypelt is furious, and crowfeather is almost as angry as she is. hawkfrost defends himself, says they’re lying. leafpool is sitting next to mothwing, and she sees hawkfrost sneak a quick glance at mothwing, and moth meeting his eyes, and standing up. and mothwing speaks against hawkfrost. after all, he did show up with suspicious scratches, and a tuft of brown fur in one of his claws. and firestar has a new scar around his throat, and the only thing that could cause that is a foxtrap. she tells him that Sasha was right, he was just like tigerstar

hawkfrost is shocked, and furious, but he knows the gathering is a time of peace, no attacking others, no matter what. he says so, and he’s smug, for a moment, until squirrelflight reminds him the gathering doesn’t last forever. he’s chased off the island, out of the territories, leaving the clans in a shocked truce. tawnypelt names tigerkit bramblekit instead, and everyone tries to forget that hawkfrost is still alive, somewhere out there, plotting something

What I also think would be interesting is that Tigerstar would probably drop him immediately

Brambleclaw is his favorite child, and Hawkfrost angrily tells Bramble that the fox trap was all his idea anyway. If it ended with Brambleclaw dying because of it? Tigerstar would probably end up being distraught

So Hawkfrost would end up so, so alone. The whole world knows he's out there plotting, but really? Hawkfrost would probably plan revenge but a big part of him is just broken.

Which is super interesting. I wonder if he would end up joining forces with Sol, or the Kin?

#Hawkfrost #Warrior cats au #Au

[tetsuotools]

Alright op drop the stormbleeze hcs

hoo boy are you ready I don’t think you are ready

saying I have too many is an understatement. frankly I don’t have enough

i obviously can’t remember all of them but be ready for a long ass dump regardless o7

-lazarus is the type of guy who can keep his composure and is either relaxed or just level headed in most situations but anytime it involves chandrelle it’s over for him (he loses it)

-puppy + kitty dynamic ok

-i feel like I’ve posted this before but chandrelle has “the” smile that makes him crack and it’s less of like. The ingame smirk sprite and much more of a genuine smile yknow

-t4t bi4bi i says what i says

-lazarus had bigass crush on her during SoL but took him a minute to realize. Probably didn’t help that she played along with it/somewhat shared the feelings

-he definitely shunned her a lot during VG , probably tried to throw away his feelings for her but unfortunately for him there was still a little speck of hope that one day they could turn everything around and that’s what got him to open up alittle more at the six pint

-chandrelle couldnt ever reflect on what she did because dumbass vallamir would always say something snarky/make her feel embarrassed (he’s in her brain… lol) so she just kinda sat in her own tears because of it

-adding to the angst, because she was shut up by lazarus so quickly after she tried to reconcile with him she legitimately thought it was over. Then she put vallamir in the Tube and regained the confidence she needed lmao

-therapy for them is just holding eachother for a prolonged amount of time because they needed alot of time to just make up for everything

-i like to think that reginald put lazarus’ sword in chandrelles room because he was sick of seeing the tension and nothing happening so he purposefully put it in there

-there’s a moment of dialogue if you go the long way in the cave during SoL where they have an exchange and chandrelle goes “it felt good to slay a few kobolds though, didn’t it?” And lazarus begrudgingly replies “.. I think you should have left me under that rock this time” and my infected brain takes that as him being so stunned by his silly little girlcrush that he goes into denial mode LOL

-chandrelle is overprotective of him. Not in an unhealthy way but more in a way of just, how she can’t ever lose him again

-touched starved lazarus. that’s all.

-lazarus knows that chandrelle doesn’t like the setting but he’d still much rather be in a sort of rpg kind of world than ever go back to vg. Chandrelle can kind of sense this so she makes sure they never go anywhere that reminds him of that

-lazarus cannot believe that she likes so much he thinks so low of himself that he can’t fathom that chandrelle cares about him that much (at least for a little while)

-lazarus lowkey dreads taking his helmet off because chandrelle always likes to mess with it like she can’t even control it it’s just her instinct to Pet the Lazarus

that’s all I can get out (for now >:] ), thank you for sending this in! Hopefully you enjoy reading some of these, im glad I can finally dump these to people that will listen

#the hex #chandrelle stormblaze #lazarusbleeze #stormbleeze #tooldumps

[nxiousxpsistence]

IM HIGH SO CAUTION

SUMMER HITS 2014

SEN OLMANA BIAT ETMEKLE BERABER

CHALLENGE NOT ACCEPTED 

CHALLENGE DENIED 

CHALLENGE ABORTED 

AS MY TIMELINE HAS FEELINGS NOT DISCLOSED 

TO ANYONE 

-- LEGENDS I'D CRAFTED WELL BEFORE I DIED --

AND I CAN’T BETRAY MY WILL 

OVER WHICHEVER LOve

CANT

(LOWE LOV GOV BAL SUCKY FUCKY FRIENDLY POSSESSIVE FAMILY LIKE FILFS FILFS EVERYWHERE) 

CANT YIELD TO ANY OTHER THAN MY

OWN

MASSIVE COCK 

IM PRETTY WELL HUNG 

SO YEAH ITS DISTRACTING

YOU DONT KNOW HOW I PLAY

IM A CREATURE OF HABIT

AND YOURE PLAYING ALL THE WRONG GAMES

THE LUST ID PURRED INTO YOU 

THE FIRE BURSTING AT THE SEAMS

THIS 

IS 

THE 

BATTLE 

OF 

DICKS

AND IT SHALL NOT BE WON ON YOUR TERMS

AND THE PUSSY YOU THINK IM MOURNING HAS LEFT ME AGES AGO AND I ENJOYED THE YEARNING better than feeding the hollow

-- pursuit was more fun than satisfaction, the opposite of the mating dance, the glorious death of a love that could've been --

With anything other than my trusted dildo 

ALL THE WHILE APOLOGIZING FOR THE LIFE I'D ENDED BEFORE THEIR FIRST BURST OF LIGHT 

MAKING PEACE WITH IT 

LOVING MYSELF AT MY 40s

SO YEAH

MY TERMS

BUT YOURE BEAUTIFUL 

AND I CANT BELIEVE FOR ONE MOMENT 

THAT YOU DONT KNOW

THE VULNERABILITIES WE BARE 

ARE OUR TRADEMARK SMILES THAT WORK

THAT. JUST. WORKS.

So you don’t believe me at times

Not really 

I question your knowledge for pop culture 

The word kitch never entering your mind 

As I do 

You call me out 

And I shy away 

There is exactly where my first ever boundary lies

You’re but mistaking the showing of weakness with the brazen showing of the Burning Love pussy 

You’re mistaking my peace with my perfect imperfections with peace with the world 

And that’s ok many do 

And the reason I’ve wanted to write this 

Is 

I need to be away for a while.

Otherwise my self worth will start depending on wonderfully interesting queer people's ability / desire to approve of me.

Otherwise their options will always remain at +1, which is exactly the challenge I shall not rise to, nor shall I deny.

-- I enjoy being liked up to the end of credible deniability --

Yet now, I don’t enjoy my soul being fondled with. 

Because it comes easy to me: I can find myself delving into the depths of yet another human being to go through -- travelling at the speed of light for which I'd chosen to die over and over again just so I don't lose the momentum --

Yet another beautiful soul I shall crush just to stay younger 

You call on me and I won’t respond.

I’m. Not. The. 8. Year. Old. Anymore.

And you my beautiful trans boy

is whom I’m afraid to see

As I may just leave everything behind 

As IS MY CUSTOM

AT THIS TIME OF THE CYCLE

and it’s not fair on anyone.

-- I need to know what I (am) like --

This me you’ve enjoyed 

Needs to have her SOL EL AVUTING her SAĞ EL first

And learn to accept himself fully 

So fully that he won't utter the name of the high-heeled slave to whatever had tickled her fancy;

The one I’ll eternally mourn 

The real baby I ended.

I ended.

And not let others do the same.

Maybe one day.

*Bitchslapping Max Colombie (figuratively) would heal a lot if things. 

But I may just smash instead???*

I enjoy my possibilities more than I enjoy others’.

This is my departure from the wills of the others.

My half truths much halver (halfer?) than anyone else’s.

My world needs no introduction,

invites no intrusion.

And the good thing is 

I know how that feels.

IM GONNA CLOSE MY BODY.

NOW.

[solradguy]

Nap time​

#sol badguy #guilty gear #my stuff #Sorta kinda requested by theskyprism (thank u) #I originally wanted to draw maybe baby Sin sleeping on his chest with him but then I realized I had never drawn a child before #and wasn't about to draw one just for this rofl Sorry baby Sin enjoyers.... #The original idea for this came from a moment I had back in 2012 or so #I was laying on my bed reading this Asimov scifi stories anthology and the sun was kinda coming through my bedroom window #It was early summer and about a year after I had just gotten out of a really shitty situation #and the sun coming through the window and the warmness of late spring made me realize it had been about a year #and it dawned on me then that everything was going to be ok after all #So I tried kinda channeling that warm feeling here but this is already getting kinda sappy so I'll leave it at that lol #I like to think that Sol had an 'everything's going to be ok' moment #Catch me projecting onto my favorite blorbos instead of going to make dinner ahahah

[tamcitrus]

vacation night

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x f!reader

genre: nsfw (i really tried giving it a background, i really did)

warnings: spit play, spanking, slight dom/sub, breath play?, little degradation

words: 2.7 k

summary: working as a fire force officer you inevitably met and worked with the Seventh Company’s Captain and you grew a soft spot for him, so you went to visit him on your “vacations”

tam’s notes: it’s finally here, my first Fire Force fic. I knew as soon as I saw this man that I had to write for him. I hope my fellow Benimaru lovers enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it.

tags: @writeiolite​ , @shinsotired​ , @loneveenas​ , @vventure​

"Ugh, you here again?" Benimaru walked past you and his friend, with the twins behind him. "I'm not interested in what you have to say, so please leave."

He was already in the next room when he finished talking.

"I'm sorry, he's… stubborn," Konro explained.

"Oh, don't worry, Konro-san. I can assure you I'm even more stubborn," you laughed. "Do you know a nice place where I can stay the night? I won't bother him now, I don't want to ruin your dinner."

"We have extra rooms, you can stay here if you like."

"Thanks. I'll take a look around the city and I'll be back," you smiled at the gentle man that made you company until now.

You walked around the city, bought some candies and went to sit by the river under the moonlight. A few minutes later you heard steps behind you and a big arm brushed yours when a person sat by your side.

"Why are you still here? Didn't I make myself clear?" Benimaru couldn't understand what it was about you that made him nervous.

"I'm not here for official business," you explained.

You were sitting on a bench facing the river and the man by your side had his back facing the river. You couldn't quite see the other's face but it wasn't necessary.

"I might apply for a new company," you whispered.

"We don't take people outside Asakusa," he anticipated.

"You don't."

"I'm not in charge."

"I'll ask Konro-san then."

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue and sighed. "Why―?"

"I like Asakusa. I'd like to be away from the Holy Sol Temple for a while…"

"Take some vacations," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

You burst out in laughter. You couldn't believe a man this powerful could be so dense sometimes.

"I'm not making myself clear, I see. I'm here for you.”

He sighed. He had his suspicions and he was right.

“I don’t have time for this,” he answered.

You stayed silent. You had your suspicions too. Benimaru Shinmon didn’t look like a man interested in a relationship or any kind of romance. He had his job and his kingdom. And he was satisfied with it.

“Try not to wake up anyone when you come back to the headquarters,” he said as he walked away.

You smiled at him and observed his shadow disappear in the night. It was ok, you weren't hurt. It was just a simple crush on him, not like he was the love of your life or something. He could be but whatever.

You waited a few long minutes to stand up and walk back to the Seventh Company headquarter. Konro left a note with the room he had prepared for you and a little map to not get lost or get into someone else’s room, all of them marked with an X. You walked there and stared at the ceiling for another long period of time. You weren’t getting any sleep that night, you just knew, so you decided to leave. But you couldn’t leave without any notice so you wrote a note for Benimaru and walked to his door ―which Konro kindly pointed in the map with a different mark― to leave it there.

Once there, the curiosity bit you. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the slightest sign of his breathing, so you slowly opened the door to get inside and deliver your note.

It all happened so fast. You barely saw a flash of fire and then a hand in your throat had you pinned against the wall, without making a sound.

“Easy there, destruction king,” you said. He had your throat in one hand and your hand with the note in the other. “It's just me.”

“I could’ve killed you. What the fuck―?”

“Just wanted to leave a note before going my way,” you interrupted, as calm as you could with him all over you. “I didn’t think you would be so territorial.”

“Do you know how many people have tried something against me? Sneaking here and shit?”

“Pretty sure after a few tries they learned their lesson,” you joked.

“Are you leaving?” he asked without letting go even a little bit.

“I had a nice stay here today but I have to go,” you shrugged.

“What are you even wearing? In the middle of the night are you gonna walk out like this? Without a uniform?”

“A dress. Civilian clothes, Beni, I'm on vacation, remember? You should try it sometime,” you said, the pressure on your neck a bit lighter. “You’d look good without―”

Without your uniform, that's what you wanted to say. His mouth was over yours before you could mock him one more time. You made him come closer to you with your leg around his waist. He let go your arm and neck to grab your legs, you held to his shoulders to jump and cling to him. His torso had you against the wall as his hands explored your thighs.

You didn’t waste a second thinking about how he rejected you a few hours ago. You couldn't focus on anything else but his hands and his tongue, that wet muscle that was now tracing the veins from your neck to your shoulder. You moaned as his big hands grabbed your ass as hard as he could. He walked to his bed and let you fall there, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped when you felt your body hit his mattress. He was taking off his clothes without getting his eyes off of you for a second. It was almost like a lion stalking his prey before jumping to its neck to end the job.

“You’re big under all those oversized clothes,” you commented.

“You talk a lot,” he said.

“Want me to use my mouth for something else besides talking?” you smiled, you put up the most innocent smile that you could in that situation.

He sighed and rolled your dress up to your waist to position himself between your legs. You rolled your eyes at him even when he couldn’t see you. He bit your inner thigh and you closed your legs on pure instinct. You tried to, at least, but Benimaru’s hands held your legs at a safe distance from his head as he kept going up your skin and finally got to the point. He kissed your clothed clit and his mouth went up to your pelvis and belly until he met your dress again. He clicked his tongue and stood up to take your dress in his hands and ripped it apart, like it was a buttoned shirt.

You opened your mouth to complain but all you left out was a moan when you felt Benimaru’s mouth over your nipple. You tangled your hands in his hair and you were surprised by how soft it was. You threw your arm down between your bodies and took his erection on your hand to jack him off. He was… huge. Just like everything else on him, he was big and intimidating. His broad shoulders and chest, his big hands that could easily cover your whole face in one touch, he was just so powerful and big.

“What’s wrong?” he said and stopped to look at you. His different eyes looked at you through long locks of hair and even in the dark you could see a little blush on his face.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat and moved your hand again before spacing out in your thoughts again.

Why get lost in a thought if you had the original one all over your body and kissing you in that same moment? You pulled his hair to hear him make some noise one more time, just in case you were dreaming. He growled when you moved your hips up and grinded your wet underwear against his bare dick.

“Just fuck me already, Beni,” you whispered on his ear as you tried to get rid of your underwear.

He helped you to get it off and then step back to admire your naked form on his bed. He also set your panty on fire, as if that little piece of fabric just did the most unforgivable thing to him. You giggled as you bent your knees and spread your legs open for him. He stood right in front of you again and took two of his fingers to his mouth and then to your pussy. You wiggled your hips at his touch so he rested one knee between your legs and put his other hand around your neck to try to keep you still.

You held to his bicep with both hands ―yes you needed both to get a hold around his arm― and moaned. You moved your hips desperately, silently begging for more. Without letting go of your throat he took his dick and teased your entrance, going up and down with his tip full of precum.

He could tease you like this the whole night just to watch you squirm and whine under his hands. But the reality was he wanted to fuck you just as much as you did. So he finally gave you -and himself- what you wanted. You arched your back at the feeling of him stretching you. Even with all the teasing and preparation you still needed a minute to adjust to his huge erection. He could be a bit rough with you but he still waited for you to signal him to keep going and when you squeezed his arm he took it as his signal.

He started thrusting slow, taking his time to see his dick disappearing between your folds. Once he had enough of that hypnotic view, he pushed himself balls deep into you, like his life depended on it. The pleasure clouded your mind, you had no space for something that wasn’t him right now, nor mentally or physically.

“Oh god fuck,” you whispered when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and started thrusting in a new position. 

You couldn’t hear anything besides his heavy breathing, your moans and the constant skin-against-skin sounds. He pulled out and bent down to kiss you again.

“Turn around,” he ordered and you obeyed without a thought.

He slapped your ass and you screamed as you shut your eyes. You couldn’t hear him or see what he was doing so the expectation only added to your arousal. Then you felt his palm again on your skin and your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Again, p-please,” you said.

He chuckled and obliged. Your ass had three red marks with his hand shape and he felt proud of it. He used his fingers on you again as he kissed your spine up until he finally reached your head and whispered in your ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” he asked. His deep voice made you feel like you were dreaming.

You nodded with desperate energy. You just wanted his dick inside you again, stretching you so good it almost hurted. And as he could read your mind, he kneeled behind you and used his hands to elevate your hips and thrust again into you. Seeing your ass hit against his pelvis was a glorious sight, he could feel himself on the edge of an orgasm just with it. But he couldn't do that to you. He took a fistful of your hair and pulled back so you couldn't muffle your moans with his cover anymore.

Beni fuck, holy sun and derivatives were the only things you could say between your moans and screams of pleasure. He slapped your ass again with all his strength when his thrusts became sloppy. Sweat dripped from his face to your back and tears of pleasure threatened to fall from your eyes if he kept that monstrous rhythm while ramming into you.

"This is what you wanted, right? Why don't you cum so I can see how bad you wanted this?" he said and slapped you again.

You moaned his name and your arms gave up to your weight and the strength of Benimaru's thrusts. He used a hand to touch your clit and rub it. That was your limit. Your climax hit you and you couldn't even keep your hips up, you collapsed on the bed as the man behind you observed as you struggled to catch your breath. He pumped his dick a few times before he started grinding against your ass and sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder, holding his weight with his hands on both sides of your head.

You felt cornered, trapped under his body and his dick still grinding between your ass cheeks, but you wanted more. So you asked for it.

"Such a good subordinate," he said as he made you roll on your back again.

He took your legs and threw them over his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your pussy to thrust again. He spit over his dick and your clit before starting to move, massaging over your sensitive organ to make you clench on him as he moved forward.

"Fuck," he hissed. He was balls deep inside you again but he didn't move this time.

You whined at the feeling of his cock stretching you again. It almost hurted, to feel him fill you like that and not move an inch.

He was biting his lower lip. You tried to move and he held your hips to make you stop.

"What's the rush?" he whispered and you were on the verge of tears again.

He knew what was the rush. He felt it too, your walls clenching on his dick, your legs trembling on his shoulders with the denial of pleasure.

He sighed. He couldn't keep his façade much longer, his balls ached for release. So he moved again, back and forward, hitting your cervix each time. You screamed and cried, it was too much. First nothing and then too much at once. You had your second and faster orgasm of your life. Benimaru lost it too, finally giving his body release, filling you up with his cum. He stood still again, feeling your pussy frantically clamping on his dick as your climax went down and your legs shaked still over his broad shoulders.

When you could breathe normally again he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt and his dick to the bed.

You observed as he walked outside naked and came back with towels. You sat on the bed as you could, your legs were still shaking. Benimaru helped you to get up and cleaned you before taking off the covers and sheet of his bed.

"You shouldn't walk around naked, what if someone sees you?" you said. What if someone heard us, you thought.

"My room is the only one occupied on this wing, no one's around," he answered. "You can still stay here tonight."

"Here in the seventh or…?"

He didn't answer but he threw you one of his giant shirts before putting on some underwear and walking out again to get clean sheets. You walked out to the bathroom next to his room to wash your face and body. You would have marks in a few hours on a lot of places. You took your bag that was forgotten in the hallway and rushed inside his room again, you were still ashamed that someone saw you.

Benimaru was already sprawled on his bed, semi-naked and with one arm stretched to his side. You took that as an invitation to use it as a pillow as you laid by his side and tiredness finally took over your body.

When you woke up, Beni was gone. You assumed he was already working. You got dressed and you were ready to leave (again). When you walked outside, hoping no one was around, you were met by a soft oh that scared you.

"Konro-san, good morning!" you nervously smiled.

"Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but you decided it was the latter. He didn't look the type to laugh at a nervous woman.

"I did, thank you. Your map was really helpful," you tried to joke now. "I have to go now, sadly. My vacations will be over soon."

"Come to see us whenever you like, I'm sure Waka will be pleased," he smiled.

"Thanks, again. See you next time," you said and walked away after slightly bowing to him.

#fire force #en en no shōbōtai #fire force smut #benimaru shinmon #fire force benimaru #benimaru x reader #shinmon benimaru #fire force x reader #fire force scenarios #benimaru shinmon x reader #enen no shouboutai #fire force konro #konro sagamiya

[symphonicmetal101]

Babysitting in the Devildom

Chapter Six: Beel- Dinner Indifference

"Beel n-"

Solomon had to cast a teleportation spell before he could even finish his sentence. Beel's wings fluttered furiously as he burst through a portal and into Solomons arms instead. He immediatly clamped down on Solomons shoulder and started to chew. Solomon sighed as he watched his cloak get drooled on, big violet eyes watching him back as more of the cloth disappeared into his mouth.

Solomon paused. Should he take Beel to you? You seemed to know what you were doing but you also already had Asmo and portioning out food for the rest of the kids...Beel would be in the presence of food either way. He glanced back down and the chipmunk-cheeked Beel and considered trying to take the cloak out of his mouth.  Buuuuut if Beel cried again it was his fault, again...but he really shouldnt be eating fabric...not that it would ruin his appetite but-

He was running out of time to make a decision as the delivery person made their way back to the door. Beel seemed content eating his cloak for now. Beel would be fine, right? Yeah- its Beel. Solomon tightened his grip just slightly on the baby as he approached the front door again, ready to take the bags.

He should have taken Beel to you.

It was like fighting Taz from Looney Toons as Solomon stumbled about, half eaten cloak and a blur of movement around him as he used small portals to keep the bag of food away from Beel.

Barbatos had walked into the kitchen with Luke, wondering if he could help somehow. You had taken Luke from him and used one hand while also sometimes directing him on how to help you while Asmo followed behind him to make sure each plate "looked pretty". Everything was going really well....until the other bag of food appeared suddenly in your free hand and you heard a demonic screech come from the hallway and a loud buzzing noise which was curiously silenced soon after, though Asmo had given you wide berth after hearing that. You sighed and asked Barb to continue portioning things and to go tell the rest of the kids that if they had to go to the bathroom, the time was now. You held Luke close to you as you ventured just outside the kitchen doors and nearly bumped into Solomon.

".....I can expl-"

"Why is Beel eating your clothes?"

You didnt really want to laugh for fear of waking Luke up, but a wide silly smile bloomed on your face as you watched Beel use both his tiny fists to stuff more of Solomons cloak into his mouth, wide eyes staring at you as he cooed a bit and continued to stuff his face, Solomons cloak almost gone.

Solomon had a combination of exasperation and amusement on his face. "Uh...well I didnt want him to cry or attack the food- o-or you so I.....I fed him my cloak."

"....wHY? Earlier you were summoning food for him- you could have done that again right- or multiplied the food we already have even if he ate the bags worth of food-"

You were still smiling, the whole situation a little ridiculous as Beel finished Solomons cloak and started to sniffle, pouting and making grabby hands to the air for more.

Solomon paused before a goofy smile spread across his face as he summoned a popsicle to give to Beel. "I. Dont. Know." He laughed a bit before smiling fondly at you. "This is why you're the one in charge." He started to walk past you into the kitchen, but not before a quick kiss was planted on your temple and a small smirk at your expression was given to you. You gave yourself a moment before joining him and Barb, and a slightly startled looking Asmo.

".....can I have a posicle before dinner too?"

Asmo looked up at Solomon, pleading who just shrugged. "Thats not up to me." He looked at you and smirked a bit. *Motherfucker*

Asmo gasped and skipped his way to you, big, pleading amber eyes as he batted his eyelashes. "May I have a posicle before dinner too please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

It was too much. From the way he asked politely, to the way he said popsicle, to his little pose and big ole eyes-

You looked around the table of happy faces as all the kids destroyed popsicles that Solomon had summoned for them, all save for Beel, Barb, Diavolo, and Lucifer untouched food in front of them.

"POPSICLES FOR DINNNNNERRRRR!"

"They said we still have to eat our food if we want to have dessert tomorrow."

"But I'm not hungry anymore..."

"....I guess I can try to eat some food but Im full from the popsicle..."

"LOOKIT IM PUTTING MY FRIES IN MY ICE CREAM!  But I aint havin the green stuff, thats yucky."

"You're yucky Mammon."

"HEY-"

"My father would NEVER let me do this!! Thank you MC!!!!"

A chorus of thank yous came from all of the kids, luckily before another fight. You sighed softly and forced a small smile as you said "youre welcome". You figured they wouldnt eat their food if they had popsicles. The bigger kids had eaten their food, and Beel had no problem eating his portion and Belphies who....oh. Belphie was sleeping in his mashed potatoes. You glanced around the table again, noting all the sticky faces and hands and...bodies in Satan and Luke's case. Solomon looked exhausted as he summoned another piece of food for Beel. Asmo was trying so hard to eat some more of his food but only ate a few more bites and looked a little upset. Mammon had eaten his fries, at least.

".....if youre full, give your food to Beel. Dont make yourself eat anymore, its ok. I just need to talk to Sol for a minute, ok?" You smiled as you walked to take Belphie out of his highchair and gestured to Solomon to put Beel in. He was a little confused but did so as you wiped some of the potatoes off Belphies face.

Levi spoke up very quietly. "Can we still have dessert tomorrow if we didnt finish our food for dinner?" The sound of plates being pushed towards Beel paused as the kids all looked at you, waiting for an answer.

".....it depends on how well you eat your breakfast tomorrow.." you smiled as the kids thanked you again as you asked Barb and Lucifer to make sure Beel didnt eat the actual plates as you took Solomon and Belphie into the kitchen.

"How are you feeling...you look exhausted.." geniune concern on your face once you had Solomon basically alone. His face twisted slightly and he sighed. "I had hoped the rejuevenating spell I casted would re-energize me more than it did...why? Are you worried?~" he smirked slightly, though it fell just short of smug. You rolled your eyes a bit and ruffled is hair, your turn to smirk as his face turned light pink and started to protest, pouting when you stopped, though you werent sure if it was because you stopped or because you ruffled his hair in the first place. You stopped his protesting by asking your next question, also avoiding answering his question. "Do you have enough energy to clean all of them or am I going to bathe them in an actual bath..."

"....I? It should be we..."

"Well if you're tired you should rest...I'll need your help tomorrow too..."

"I can sleep after the baths..."

"But if we're doing the baths then I need you to cast one last spell to keep the water in the tubs..."

"So I'll sleep after that spell...maybe..."

You gave him a withering look before sighing, though appreciative of his stubborness....for once. You smiled a bit.

"Alright then. Bath time. Especially for the babies. The bigger ones can probably just shower.... Belphie, Luke and Satan need baths the most. Beel made sure his food ended up *in* his mouth....the others..." you chuckled as you peeked back into the dining room, seeing only Barbatos' face clean, and Lucifer and Asmo both fussing over the little mess they had on themselves, Lucifer using Asmos mirror, and Asmo following Lucifers every action to get clean. You brought your attention back to the sleeping Belphie in your arms.

"....do you think he'll stay asleep for bath time?"

"Its Belphie. He could sleep through anything."

"Dont jinx it." You sighed softly and looked out at the kids again, some playing tag, others just watching. Satan continued to mash his food onto the platter in front of him, Luke giggling and copying in glee. Solomon tapped your shoulder to get your attention again.

"Are you ok? The bags under ypur eyes could hold all my potions-"

"Shut up- maybe if a certain sorceror had been more careful I wouldnt be as tired....not to mention the popsicle before dinner was a bad mov-" you were interrupted by Barb lightly tapping your arm.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if you want me to wash the dishes or just leave them in water in the sink....or if you have a dishwasher..." you were a little surprised when you turned and saw him carrying all the dishes from the table, and Lucifer behind him with garbage. Simeon was wiping down the table with a cloth, but gave the younger ones in high chairs some room. Diavolo was trying to talk to Lucifer, who just kinda kept nodding and saying "oh thats cool" before looking at you almost desperately. His look brought you back to your senses as you nodded at Barb.

"Just in the sink with water is fine, thank you Barbatos. Thank you for cleaning up Lucifer, Simeon. It makes a huge difference to me."

Barb and Simeon beamed, and Lucifer managed a small smile before shooting Diavolo a dirty look, but the other boy didnt notice, too busy rambling on about how this was so much better than home for the upteenth time. Ypu ruffled Lucifers hair as he walked by, and noted Diavolo's slight stumble in words as he eyed you a bit, but rushed past to go talk to Barb, glancing back at you, almost pleading, though your attention was divided again as you felt Levi hug you and snuggle into your side wordlessly. You patted his head softly and turned back to Solomon.

"I'll answer that question later. For now lets clean up. Then bath time."

Levi squeezed you a bit and beamed. "I love bath time!! I can do it myself! I promise, I can! I can!"

Though Levi couldnt see it, Mammon was mocking him from behind. You gave him a bit of a "look" before the hem of your shirt was being tugged at and you were met with those same amber eyes that had persuaded you into giving everyone treats for dinner. "I love bath time too! Me too! But you have to watch me. I make great bubble hair dos! A-and guess what? In the water, it might look like I have legs, but really Im a mermaid!"

"And Im a sea dragon!!" Levi cried out, still wanting your attention. "And Asmo, you're not really a mermaid-"

"Am too!"

"Are no-"

"Everyone can be who or whatever they want to be, in the water or otherwise. Fooooor example, I'm actually a sheep, see I go baaaaa" you smiled softly, and winked at Levi before turning to Asmo again who was practically dancing at your side, bursting to ask you a question. "Whats the prettiest animal you like mc?!!!"

"....whats your favourite sea animal mc?"

"Whats the coolest animal mc! No wait- whats your favourite animal?!"

"Yeah, whats your favourite animal?!"

"Oi, I asked em first!"

"Guys its ok, you can all be my or your favourite animal. Theres more than one of each." You chuckled, listing off animals as more questions were asked, meowing at Satan as you handed Belphie to Sol and took him out of his chair, who happily meowed back as you lead your noisy little zoo to the communal bathroom.

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #guide to babysitting in the devildom #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barb #obey me solomon #obey me luke #not super happy eith this but oh well

[moostaronce]

You’re My Ideal Type

Request: I’m bad at thinking or suggesting scenarios but I really want a fluffy scenario of loona Jinsoul x fem reader if u r ok with it,thanks🥺💙

Pairing: Jinsoul x Fem Reader

A/N: Never a problem, I’ve got you. I hope you like it. Feel free to request more even if you don’t have specifics, it lets me try to be more creative. 

P.S I feel like it was a little rushed since I changed my mind the day of upload but I hope you like it because I’m satisfied with the concept as a whole. Also, if you can guess what song inspired this I’ll give you a virtual cookie. 💛

“Hurry up Sol unnie or we’ll be late for practice.” Jungeun called out to her friend.

The two girls along with 4 of their other teammates were going to be late to their volleyball game if they didn’t hurry. They had been caught up talking and walking like turtles when Jungeun noticed the time on her phone. So now here they were running down the hall to their locker room. As soon as they enter, they are met by their coach angrily tapping her foot and their captain Sooyoung shaking her head while pinching the bridge of her nose. They didn’t need words to know they were in trouble. Before they knew it their worst fear came to be reality.

“Jinsol and Jungeun, you’re out for the whole match.” Jinsol’s jaw drops and Jungeun practically chokes on air. 

“But coach we’re supposed to start tonight!” Jungeun cried out almost in anguish.

“You should’ve thought of that before you showed up late so now the other six that showed up on time will be starting.” Coach left no room for argument or discussion and just walked away. Sooyoung followed behind her, having nothing more to add herself. 

The girls get changed in silence and make their way out to stand on the sidelines. The game begins and things go without a hitch. That is until someone comes off of the other team’s sidelines that Jinsol has never seen before. From the sound of the opposing crowd this girl sounded like bad news for her team for sure. She leans forward to get a good look at the girl’s face and actually gasps when she succeeds. 

“Wow. Who is that?” Jinsol doesn’t mean to say it out loud but her teammate Yeojin heard her loud and clear. Yeojin was probably too small to even be on this team but she had hops and strong arms so the coach kept her around. 

“Oh that’s Y/N she’s a transfer and apparently she’s become their secret weapon since she showed up. Why?” Yeojin leaned over to the older girl in curiosity.

Jinsol didn’t respond right away. The moment she looked at you she recognized it. You were exactly her ideal type. Her eyes fixed on you and they wouldn’t look any where else. She could’ve been in mortal danger but missing the chance of catching your eye was something she refused to do. The hope that you would look her way just for a moment was intense and as if it was by design, you did. Your eyes scanned the gym like you were looking for something, and in the back of your mind maybe you were. The search comes to an end when you spot her. 

The two of you are standing pretty far away but the space between you began to feel unusual. A bizarre kind of feel that can’t quite be named, stirring up electricity between you. Jinsol watches as your lips part and you remember to take a breath before your teammates nudge you to focus. At this moment Jinsol has decided, she needs to talk to you or even just to be in your immediate vicinity. Her eyes didn’t leave you the whole match, even when coach finally had mercy and put her and Jungeun on the court. The match ended with your team winning by a hair and all Jinsol could think about was getting to you before you got on your bus to leave.

“I have to have her.” She muttered it under her breath and Jungeun looked over at her in confusion. The blonde followed the brunette’s eyes until her own landed on you packing up your stuff to leave.

“Who? Number 25?” Jungeun squints at the number on your back but she’s so loud when she asks that you look up and around.

When you look over to the other side of the court you see Jinsol and can’t help the small grin that takes over. You planned to approach her but she comes to you first with a rare kind of confidence you aren’t used to seeing first hand.

“Hi, I’m Jung Jinsol.” Her smile is nervous but bright and it draws you in.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you Jinsol, that was an impressive match. If you had been in a little longer I think you could’ve killed us.” She smiles sweetly at you and goes against her better judgment. Jinsol touches your arm in as flirty a manner as she can, lingering on the touch to make it clear she was indeed flirting.

“Thanks but with your skills there is no way I could’ve come out on top.” 

You glance down to her fingers, daintily tracing your bicep then back up to her ridiculously pretty face. You can’t deny how attracted you are to her and she’s clearly throwing you signals so you decide to ask for her number. Jinsol beats you to it though, she grabs your coach’s sharpie off a discarded clipboard and writes her number on your bare forearm.

“You better call me. I really want to see you again Y/N.”

The look in her eyes shows nothing but hope and sincerity, so you give her your best smile and a kiss on her hand before taking your leave. Neither of you are usually the type to be so forward but there was just something about your chemistry that felt different. Something about each other that made you both a little weak just by meeting the other’s eyes. Jinsol heads  to the locker room with a newfound bounce in her step, nothing could possibly ruin her day now. She just hopes you’ll at least text her.

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The next day during lunch period Jinsol is sat with her 11 teammates as usual but she picks over her pizza instead of scarfing it down as usual. At first no one really notices or pays any mind, until she feels someone rubbing comforting circles on her back. When she looks over it’s Kahei giving her a concerned look.

“Are you okay Sol?” At their oldest’s concerned voice, the other members look over to see if everything is okay. Jinsol just shrugs in response. Technically everything is okay but she can’t help feeling disappointed that you haven’t tried contacting her. Jungeun catches on rather quickly and gives her a questioning look.

“25 didn’t text you, huh?” Jungeun patted the older girl on the head after she practically does a faceplant on the table. The others look at each other in confusion.

“25? Who’s 25?” Hyunjin leans on the table with interest.

“Oh! You must be thinking of Y/N unnie. She’s the new member for the team we played last night, Southside.” Yeojin speaks nonchalantly and everyone looks over at her with curiosity, including Jinsol.

“Unnie? You know her Yeojinie?” Heejin speaks up with the question they all wanted to ask.

“Oh yeah, she’s a family friend. Our moms are best friends, so she comes over to my house sometimes. She’s basically my big sister.”

“Oh so I’ve been replaced, huh?” Haseul speaks up in mock offense

“You said your only sibling was a boy so yes, Y/N unnie would never disown me like that.” Yeojin crosses her arms and turns her nose up at Haseul while Jinsol burns a whole in the side of her head with her gaze.

“Yeojin,” the younger girl looks to her nervous from her tone.

“Hook. Us. Up.” She doesn’t break eye contact even when the rest of the table starts smirking at her.

“Oooh Jinsol likes Y/N.” Yerim’s tone is teasing but Jinsol really pays her no mind. All she’s seeing right now is Yeojin and a direct doorway to you.

“But didn’t you already give her your number?” Jungeun chimes in and gets a nod in response.

“I wrote it on her arm.” Jinsol confirms it but becomes nervous at Yeojin’s shake of the head.

“You should’ve put it in her phone. She probably went home and showered it off without thinking about it, so she couldn’t reach you even if she wanted to. Here let me give you her numb- oh.” Yeojin pauses looking at her phone when she sees a text in all caps from you.

Unnie<3: JINNIE DO YOU KNOW A JINSOL ON YOUR TEAM?

YeoYeo: Actually I’m with her right now.

Unnie<3: NUMBER

Unnie<3: NOW

“I think I was right about her losing your number Sol unnie. Here I’ll send you her number and send her your number too. Save it as soon as you get it, okay?” Yeojin speaks while typing away at her phone screen.

Jinsol sits upright waiting for her phone to register Yeojin’s text with a new kind of energy. Not long after she finishes naming you in her phone, does she get a text from you. She looks up at Yeojin and thanks her until the younger girl gets tired of hearing it.

The two of you talk all day through text even transitioning to phone calls over the next few days. Without even realizing Jinsol finds herself wanting to to know every thing about you. What you’re doing, how you’re feeling. The two of you have even set up little training dates together and practice. One by one, little by little, day by day her feelings grow for you more and more until she decides she’s waited long enough.

You are on a walk holding her hand when Jinsol stops you in your tracks. She gets nervous under your curious gaze but she convinces herself that it’s now or never. The warm smile you give her only further assures her that this was the right move. You had to feel the same, right? Would you really be here with her smiling at her like this, looking at her like this, holding her hand like this if you weren’t the least bit interested? Surely not.

“What’s on your mind Sol?”

“Just…Y/N would you like to go out with me? Like actually date me?” She’s worried by the dumbstruck look on your face and the way you awkwardly release her hand to rub the back of your neck. Then you open your mouth and her jaw drops.

“Oh I um… I kind of thought we were dating already?” The sheepish look on you made her want to coo at you but she was lost for words.

“I mean I guess I should have said so but I mean think about it Jinsol. All my free time is yours, I practically hang off of your every word like I’m out of my mind. Any where you go I wanna follow and I pretty much do, I figured it was pretty clear that I thought we were in a relationship.” 

You can’t seem to make eye contact with her and Jinsol can’t believe you get cuter by the minute. She tries to meet your eyes but you keep looking the other way. Her hands reach up to hold your face affectionately and make you look at her her. Now is when you both start to realize just how close she’s gotten and this close you can really see just how pretty her brown eyes are. Jinsol smiles at you sweetly and gives you a small peck on your lips, shocking you stiff.

“From now it’s day one, okay?” Her smile infectious and you return it tenfold.

“Okay.” 

#Girl group scenarios #Loona scenarios #Loona fluff #Jinsoul scenarios #Jinsol scenarios #Jung Jinsoul scenarios #Jung Jinsol scenarios #MooStarOnce

[carbo-ships]

Picnic

Ok back to your regularly scheduled fluff as we recover from that mess. Full story under the cut.

Part 35 [Soldagand x Carly Masterlist]

Carly pushed open the doors to the sanctum and was greeted by the warm welcome of many of her friends who were lounging near the hearth. It was early afternoon, and Carly had just returned from some field work.

“Hey, Carly! How did it go?” one mage named Trent called from his seat near the fire.

“Pretty well!” she responded. “Took a bit longer than we expected, but we got everything we needed.”

“Yeah,” another mage named Eka chimed in, “weren’t you only supposed to be gone for a week? It’s been eight or nine days. What happened?”

“I’ll catch you guys up later. Let me unpack first.”

“Wait, I almost forgot. Letter came for you.” Trent nodded towards the table against the wall. Atop it lay a folded piece of paper amongst other various knickknacks.

“Oh, thanks,” Carly said, moving to the table to pick it up before turning to head to her room.

“Your boyfriend dropped it off a couple days ago,” he teased with a grin.

She immediately stopped in her tracks. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Are we talking about the orc?” Eka asked.

“Dryad,” Trent clarified.

“But the big green guy, yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how to tell you this, but he’s definitely your boyfriend,” Eka said with a shrug.

”Is not,” Carly insisted, embarrassed. She and Sol had never explicitly defined their relationship, and she didn’t feel right putting words in his mouth.

“Whatever you say, sunflower,” Trent purred. Their friends fought back laughter.

“Wh— I—“ the poor girl stuttered, eyes wide.

Eka scoffed. “Oh, please. Don’t think we didn’t see him doting on you after he saved all of us.” There were several hums of agreement. “The man killed an entire camp of bandits—“

“And wizards!” Trent piped up.

“Yes, and wizards, all because they took his little darlin’.”

Carly scoffed. “They took you guys, too!”

“All I’m saying,” Eka laughed, “is that dryads are pretty single-minded, and I can’t help but feel like his mind is solely on you.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” Carly said, rolling her eyes.

“So you’re telling me that’s not a love letter?” Trent asked, unconvinced.

“It’s definitely not,” Carly said confidently.

“So you won’t mind if I read it, then?” Eka asked, standing from her seat and crossing the room to her.

“Be my guest.” Carly put the letter in Eka’s outstretched hand. “It’s probably just an update on what he’s been up to while I was gone.”

Eka unfolded the sheet of paper and Trent hopped up to peer over her shoulder. Their other friends noticeably looked up from their work to listen.

Eka cleared her throat to read. “Darlin’,” she began, “I’ll pick you up at sunset on the day of the equinox. Dress warm. We’ll be out late. I’ve missed you. Love, Sol.”

All eyes in the room turned to Carly, who looked just as surprised as they did. She snatched the letter from Eka to read it herself, not believing what she’d heard. The words were in Soldagand’s handwriting, and indeed read just as Eka had said. This wasn’t a prank.

Trent finally broke the tense silence that had formed. “Sounds like someone has a date!” The room erupted in laughter and cheers, making Carly hide her face in embarrassment.

“Wait, the equinox—isn’t that today?” Eka asked, and received several nods in confirmation.

“Well, you’d better go get ready!” Trent jeered. “Seems like your Fae buddy has a long night planned for you!” Eka and the others broke into laughter.

“Oh, my goodness, Trent, it’s not like that!” she squeaked.

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Just as the sun was beginning to set, Soldagand knocked on the large wooden doors of the sanctum’s main hall. While he waited, he adjusted his jacket against his broad chest and brushed his messy hair out of his eyes. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal his little human. She quickly stepped outside and closed the door behind her to keep the other mages from being too nosey. “Hi,” Carly said bashfully.

Soldagand suppressed a chuckle when he saw her friends peering out through the windows. He spotted the young man he’d handed the letter to among the little group and offered them a gentle smile. It seemed news of his visit had spread among their circle. Well, if they wanted a show, he’d give them one. He leaned down and kissed Carly’s cheek sweetly, triggering a muffled uproar from inside. Her face was red when he pulled away, and he gave her an apologetic grin.

“Soldagand, I...” she stuttered uselessly.

“Honey, if they’re gonna talk, I might as well give ‘em somethin’ to talk about. Now c’mon.” He took her hand, much to her embarrassment, and led her away from the sanctum.

“Where are we going?” she asked once she’d found her tongue.

“Stargazing. At our picnic spot.” He paused. “If that’s alright with you, of course.”

She squeezed his hand and smiled. “That sounds lovely.”

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Hours later, Soldagand and Carly were still lying on the grass in their usual spot. He had one arm wrapped around her waist to pull her close, and her head was resting on his chest. He pointed out the constellations and explained the legends that inspired them. She paid close attention—mostly. She would sometimes find herself distracted by his handsome profile or the way that his eyes seemed to twinkle when he smiled. He always noticed when her gaze stayed on him rather than the stars, but he didn’t comment on it. He could tell she’d missed him dearly.

“Y’see those three figures, darlin’? Right there?” He traced the sky with his finger, connecting the stars. “That’s Ganica, and there’s Umbrit, and Caliphae. They judge the souls that pass on into the underworld. Now, if you ask me, I...” He noticed her nodding off against his chest. “Are you gettin’ a lil tired, sweetheart? Looks like you’re about ready for bed.”

She held him tighter against her chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. “Not yet,” she mumbled sleepily. She didn’t want to leave his side.

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t be taking you back to the sanctum, doll.“

“Oh...”

Soldagand held back a smirk. “Does that change your answer?”

”I guess I am a little tired,” she admitted bashfully.

“That’s what I thought. C’mon.” They got up from the ground and brushed themselves off. He knew it was far too dark out for her to see where she was going, so he swept the young woman into his arm to prevent her from tripping. She was too sleepy to protest, and was fast asleep by the time they reached his tree.

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La Cuervo - Chapter 17

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on, on Mayans M.C., are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

17.

They spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, until it was probably cleaner than it ever had been. To Angel’s – and admittedly her own – great regret, it was sundown by the time they finished; not leaving time for any naked fun. Not that Angel hadn’t tried – and almost succeeded – in having his way with Nina on the kitchen floor. Only the fact that she felt an empty pack of smokes poke her in the back, made her insist he get off her, and get back to work.

They took Felipe’s truck to the scrap-yard. Nina didn’t mention Angel’s bike, knowing that the fact that it was busted, was a sore subject. Gilly opened the gate for them, and shot Nina a bright smile through the window. He nodded meaningfully at Angel, who gave him a half smile in return. Angel seemed very out of his element when they got out of the truck in front of the clubhouse; and almost naked without his cut. Nina took his hand, and squeezed it encouragingly, leading him towards the porch.

EZ and Coco were waiting for them outside the door, and Coco gave his former patch-brother a half hug, before looking at Nina. “You gotta talk to Chuck, niña… He didn’t do so good with you leaving like that”, he said. Nina sighed deeply, before turning to look at Chucky; who was coming out of the garage. She got off the porch, and walked over to him. “Chucky, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to leave without saying goodbye. And taking money from the cashbox; I know that messed with your books…”. Chucky scowled at her. “I’m not angry about that. Being angry is a waste of time”, he said. “But I amdisappointed in you”. It was like a slap to the face. Chucky had never said anything like it before. “I’m… I understand”, she said. “Do you? I was very worried about you. You could have gotten yourself hurt, or someone could have taken you; and I just didn’t know!”, he said. “You know better than that”. “I do… Can you forgive me?”. Chucky sighed. “Of course I forgive you”, he said. “But don’t ever do that again!”. He raised one of his two real fingers, and wagged it at her. Nina smiled slightly. “I promise…”, she said. She leaned forwards, and kissed his cheek. Chucky patted her shoulder, and slipped away to finish some task or other.

Nina went back onto the porch, where Gilly had joined the others waiting for her. “He was worried about you”, Coco said. “Wouldn’t even eat the pistachios Gilly cracked for him”. “That took a long ass time, too”, Gilly muttered. “Can we just go inside, so I can make one apology to cover everything I did, at one time?”, Nina sighed. “Come on”, EZ said, and opened the door for them to step inside.

The whole charter was gathered in the clubhouse. EZ went behind the bar – joining Camille, who had apparently become Nina’s substitute while she was away – and Gilly and Coco went over to join Riz and Creeper by the pool table. They weren’t playing, but stood there; deep in conversation. Angel stayed by the door, seeming unsure what to do with his hands. In the end, he settled on putting them in his pockets. Bishop, Taza and Hank came out of templo, and moved towards Nina and Angel with determined but calm steps. They stopped in front of them. Nina swallowed thickly, and looked around at all the faces trained in her direction. “Before we start, I just wanna say that I’m sorry…”, she said. “I went back on my deal with all of you, and I know you were worried about me”. “We’ll get to that”, Bishop said. “You need to step aside”. “Bishop…”, Nina tried. She felt Angel straighten his stance behind her; and she felt the urge to turn around and throw herself at him; so that he could use her as a human shield. “It’s not your place to meddle in this”, Hank said. Nina frowned at him, and was about to speak, when Taza held up his hands. “Nina, this is how it is. You know that”. Angel slipped an arm around her waist, and pulled her close. He kissed her temple. “It’s ok, cuervo. Go”, he said. He looked at EZ, who came over, and led her away, with a firm hand on her shoulder. Nina’s knees and hands where shaking, and she felt her heart beating almost painfully. She knew how MC’s worked; and what Angel had done, could mean either a beating, or something much worse. You didn’t turn your back on the club; and you certainly didn’t disrespect the patch. She should never have asked him to come.

Angel shrugged defeatedly. “I just came to get my ink blacked out, Bish’”, he said earnestly. “Shut the fuck up”, Hank said. He clearly had no intention of helping him out with that. Nina swallowed thickly, and clenched her fists. Bishop looked seriously at Angel. “You know how it is, Angel”. “I know”, Angel said, and seemingly readied himself for the worst. He shot Nina a look and a small smile. I love you, he seemed to be saying. “Taza…”, Bishop said, and the VP handed him a bundle of something. He held it in his hands for a few moments, before throwing it at Angel; who caught it mid-air. He unfolded it to reveal his cut. Bishop raised his brows at him. “Don’t ever step into this clubhouse without that patch on your back again", he said. “That’s a fine”. Angel looked confused for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah… I mean, no. Whatever you say, prez’”. Angel put on his cut, before taking Bishop’s outstretched hand. The president pulled him in for a half hug, and patted his back. Nina audibly let out a relieved sigh, and Bishop turned to look at her. “Beers”, he said, and went to sit down. Taza and Hank both hugged Angel in turn; and after them, the rest of the bikers greeted their prodigal brother. Nina delighted in the sight, and Angel shot a happy smile her way. Creeper snuck over to give her a warm hug. “Welcome home, Nina”, he said. “Thanks, Creep”, she grinned.

Smiling and feeling much better than she had a few minutes ago, she went behind the bar to get everyone’s favorite beer, but noticed that someone had messed with her system. “Where’s the Bohemia?”, she asked Camille. “Bottom shelf”, Camille muttered. “But that’s Bishop’s favorite”, Nina chuckled. “It should be on the top”. Camille smiled uncomfortably. “Sorry…”, she said. Nina gave her a bright smile. “No, don’t worry about it”, she said. “Thanks for holding down the fort while I was away”. “So you’re back for good?”, Camille asked. “It looks like it”, Nina grinned. She began lining up the beers on the bar counter, and EZ went to hand them out to the Mayans. “How have you been? Did you heal up ok?”. “I’m ok”, Camille shrugged. “And Creeper and you…?”, Nina smirked. She was in a better mood than she had been in quite a while. “We’re… I don’t know”, Camille said. She looked towards the pool table, where Riz and Angel had set up a game. “Do you think Riz would be interested in giving it another shot with me?”. Nina shook her head confusedly. “I… don’t know”, she said. “I guess I thought you were with Creep now”. “Yeah, but Riz is secretary”, Camille shrugged. Nina frowned a little at her words, before shrugging them off. “His loss, Camille”, she said. “You’ll find someone”. Camille’s eyes scanned the room. “Yeah…”, she said. EZ was about to grab a bottle of Sol, but Camille nabbed it before he could. “I got this”, she smiled, and slipped out from behind the bar; sauntering over to Hank, and setting down the beer in front of him. She gave him a flirtatious smile, and hovered by the table for a few moments, before muttering something about lipstick, and moving towards the bathroom. Hank seemed confused and slightly amused at her behavior.

Nina looked at the performance with wide eyes, before chuckling to herself; and turning to grab drinks for Coco and Gilly, who’d come over to the bar. “I told you”, Coco said. “Screwing her way into the family”. “And up the ladder”, Gilly muttered, and took a swig of his beer. “You, me and Creeper were a bump in the road. Secretario… Sergeant… Didn’t she try it on with Taza last night?” “Yeah. He shut it down”, Coco said. Nina chewed her lips to keep from laughing. She was quite sure Camille was missing a very specific body part that Taza found attractive in his partners; but it wasn’t her place to say. “I’m not part of this conversation”, she said, and grabbed a beer for herself, before going over to watch the pool-game. She gave Camille a friendly smile, as she came back from the bathroom, and took a leisurely stroll around the room.

Angel seemed to have gotten his biker-mojo back. The color had returned to his personality with his cut; and he slipped one arm around Nina when she joined him by the table. “Hey, mami”, he grinned, and attacked her mouth in a devouring kiss. Nina laughed against his lips. “There are people around!”, she said. “We could show them what a good wheelbarrow looks like”, Angel grinned, and grabbed her bottom with a firm hand. Nina looked at Riz with wide eyes. “You told him what I said…?”, she exclaimed. Riz shrugged. “Thought maybe he’d have some pointers”, he grinned. Bishop came over to the table and looked at the three of them with an amused expression. “If we’re all done laughing at Nina’s sex-life, we have a couple of things we need to discuss”, he said. Nina tore herself from Angel, and gave Riz a playful pat over the back of his head. “Not the hair!”, he groaned.

They all went to sit down around one of the larger tables. Apparently, a gavel wasn’t needed for the conversation, as they weren’t going in to templo; but everyone still sat around the table as they would have in there. There weren’t chairs enough for Nina to sit down, but as she was needed for what was to be discussed, she took a seat on Angel’s lap. EZ went for refills, and Camille sauntered over to the table to join them. She looked for a free chair, and finding none, she apparently decided to follow Nina’s example, by smiling brightly at Hank; and trying to sit down on his lap. “Whoa, honey. This is a club meeting”, he chuckled, and caught her by the hips, to keep her standing. His voice was warm, clearly trying to not make Camille feel bad about her faux pass. The red-head looked at Nina. “But I thought…”. “Time to go home, Camille”, Creeper said. He didn’t seem very happy about the fact that the girl he’d nursed back to health, and liked enough to take on trips to the ocean, was throwing her goods at his brothers. Camille frowned embarrassedly. “Ok… See you tomorrow, everyone”, she said, and headed for the door. EZ stood in the doorway, and watched her walk away, before closing the door, and nodding to Bishop.

“Alright. It looks like we got everyone here…”, the president said, and looked around at the people around the table. “This has been a weird fucking week; but we got our den-mother back behind the bar, so we should be good from here on out”. He didn’t mention that Angel had been gone as well, and Angel seemed relieved. Things were back to normal; at least somewhat. “You all know about Palo’s ultimatum”. “Nina’s head on a platter, or war”, Creeper said. “Neither option is viable in my opinion”. The men around the table all nodded, and Angel squeezed Nina’s hip gently. “You’re right. So, to avoid either outcome, we do something else. We let Palo think he’s getting Nina, when really, we’re giving him our snitch”. “I don’t like it”, Nina said. Bishop looked at her, clearly not as used to women speaking in a club meeting, as Filip was. “Well, what do you suggest, then?”, he said.

“You should just let me do what I planned all along”, Angel said. “Which is…?”, Taza said. “Angel…”, EZ said from behind the bar. He shook his head. Nina swallowed thickly. “I didn’t come back here to just go along with you plan, Bishop”, she said. The president narrowed his eyes at her. “Because it’s dangerous”, Angel said. “No”, Nina said. “Because, like I said, I don’t want anyone else dying on my account”. “Then why did you come back?”, Taza asked. Nina sighed. “Because… someone decided to throw his cut on the ground, and go rogue”. She shot Angel a hard look out of the corner of her eye. “Go rogue… What are you talking about?”, Bishop said. There was a long moment of silence, before Angel looked around at his brothers with a nervous expression. “I was gonna cross the border, and find Palo. Take care of him myself”.

A murmur of curses and words like dumbass and suicidal shit-for-brains rose around the table. Coco smacked Angel over the back of the head. “You think we’d let you do that?”, Bishop growled. “Are you really that fucking stupid, that you think we’d let you walk straight into your own execution?”. “That’s why I wasn’t gonna let you know”, Angel said. “Well, someone must have known; how else did Nina find out?”, Gilly said. “He told me”, EZ said. Bishop seemed about to say some choice words to his prospect, before EZ stepped out from behind the bar, and cut him off. “I was gonna let you know, if it came down to it. I just thought Nina would be more likely to be able to talk him out of it, than any of us”. “That’s why you wanted to come to Charming with us, in stead of holding down the fort here”, Hank said. EZ nodded. Bishop slammed his fist into the table. “This is why blood can’t sponsor blood. If Angel was still your sponsor, you would have let him go through with it; because he’d make you stay silent”. “No, that was never an option”, EZ said.

Bishop sighed. “You just added three months to your year, prospect”, he said. Angel cleared his throat. “Technically, I wasn’t patched when I told EZ. So, he didn’t owe you the information”, he said. Nina was caught off guard at Angel’s sudden show of shrewdness. “Angel’s right, Bishop”, Taza said; always the mediator. Bishop clenched his jaw, and let out a deep breath. “One month. And my bike needs polishing”, he said. “First thing in the morning”, EZ said, and went back behind the bar. He and Angel shared a knowing and very brotherly look; which made Nina want to take a picture at the scene from the sheer sweetness of it.

Coco decided to get back to business. “Prez’, no offence, but even if we did decide to go through with your plan, we still don’t know who the snitch is”. “No, but we’d buy us some time to snuff her out”, Bishop said. “But if Nina isn’t going to back us in this, we’re fucked either way”. “You sure he won’t take money?”, Riz asked. “Palo doesn’t care about money”, Taza said. “All that matters to him is his pride and reputation. The fact that he can’t get revenge for his cousins killing, makes him look weak”. “So, let’s play on that”, Angel said. “Find something that will ruin his reputation, and threaten to use it against him, if he doesn’t back down”.

Bishop seemed to ponder Angel’s words for a moment. “It might work… But it would need to be bad”, he said. “Taza, you know him the best”. “Yeah, but I haven’t kept anything from you”, the VP said. “You know everything I know”. “What do you know, though?”, Coco said. He smirked to himself, when he seemed to realize that he’d just made a rhyme. “Other than the fact that he’s an absolute psycho”, Gilly added. “He’s been president of VM since 93”, Taza said. “No one’s had the guts to challenge him”. “They’re based out of TJ; and they deal in H and guns, like us”, Bishop said. Nina frowned for a second. She had always known about the Mayans’ heroin business, but didn’t like to be reminded of it. Back when she’d found out that SAMCRO was muling for them, she’d refused to speak with Jax for a month. Angel stroked her back, clearly feeling her tense up. “We can’t use that”, Creeper said. “Don’t we have something on his family? He’s going crazy over his cousin, maybe he’s got a niece with an std, or a brother with gambling debts…”. “Nah, carnal. He killed his brother, remember?”, Coco said.

Darkness ghosted Taza’s face for a second. “Yeah, he did…”, Bishop said. “Slit his throat back in the nineties, right VP?”. “Yeah…”, Taza said. “Were you there for that?”, Angel asked. “It wasn’t a good day”. Taza took a swig of his beer, and seemed deep in thought. “But Palo never hid that”, Hank said. “If anything, he just used it to add to his rep as a crazy motherfucker, you shouldn’t mess with”. All the Mayans sat in silence for a moment, but Nina’s eyes were trained at Taza, who looked pained. “Do we know why he did it? Does anyone?”, Gilly asked. “Palo is the only member of the Vatos from back then who’s still wearing the cut”, Bishop said. “Yeah, ‘cuz the rest of them are dead”, Hank said. “Taza’s not”, Riz said. All eyes were on the vice-president. “Taza?”, Bishop said. “Why did Palo kill Davíd?”.

Nina would have fallen off Angel’s lap, if his arm wasn’t around her. “You good, querida?”, he said, looking at her worriedly. “Yeah… I just need to go… powder my nose”, she muttered in reply, and got up to stand, heading towards the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”, Bishop asked. “She’s gotta piss”, Coco said. Nina decided against throwing any more shoes at the Mayan, and simply went into the small bathroom, and closed the door as best she could. Someone really needed to fix that door.

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Nina sat down on the lid of the toilet, and tried to calm her breathing. She knew what being gay meant in most clubs – even SOA had been hetero-exclusive up until a few years ago, when Tig got together with Venus – so, she’d never for a second thought about talking to anyone about Taza’s relationship with a man. But now it turned out his lover had been Palo’s brother – the one he’d killed, no less – and Nina was quite sure she knew why he had in fact committed that murder. Having a gay brother, in the very catholic country of Mexico – while being the president of an MC – would be a devastating blow for Palo, if it became public. This truth could save Nina’s life; and at the same time, it could be the death of Taza, if the Mayans felt like Palo. Even if they didn’t share Palo’s convictions, Nina had no right to out the man in front of his brothers.

So, there she was. She could let a person die in her place, by following Bishop’s plan; or hurt Taza, if she chose to tell the Mayans what she knew; so that they could use it to blackmail Palo into standing down. Neither option was feasible, and both options made her want to throw up violently.

There was a knock at the door. “Nina? Are you ok?”, Angel asked. She quickly flushed, and ran the tap to make it seem like she was washing her hands. “Yeah. Uh huh… Just a sec”, she called out. She looked at herself in the mirror to check that she didn’t look too flustered; and then opened the door, smiling brightly at Angel. “You were in there a long time”, he said worriedly. “Do you wanna know what it smelled like?”, she asked, and pushed him out of her way, to go grab a cigarette from his packet on the table. Nina sat down on Angel’s chair, and when he came back to the table, she grinned at him, and patted her thighs; as if inviting him to sit down. Angel chuckled, and pulled another chair from a nearby table, to sit down next to her instead.

Apparently, the conversation about something to use as blackmail against Palo had continued while she was away. “So, we don’t know why Palo killed his brother; we don’t have any other dirt on him, that he’s not using to his own advantage already…”, Angel said. “… and we don’t know who our snitch is”. “And Palo wants an answer by tomorrow night”, Bishop added. Nina let her eyes meet Taza’s for a split second, and he simply smiled at her. He took a deep breath, and was about to speak, when Nina caught him to it. “We’ll go with Bishop’s plan”, she said, with her heart in her throat. Taza looked confusedly at her. “Nah, that’s too dangerous”, Angel said. “I’ll be fine. I trust you to keep me safe”, Nina said.

Bishop looked at her with hard eyes. “Are you sure about this, Nina?”, he asked. “I don’t like it; but, yes”, Nina replied. “Ok”, Bishop said. “Now we just have to find our snitch… Taza, call up Palo first thing tomorrow. Tell him we’ll give him Nina, and that we’ll work out the details of the handoff as soon as possible. That’ll buy us a few days. Someone’s gonna fuck up at some point; and one suspect has already been eliminated”. “And killed”, Angel growled; though there was a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Everyone got to their feet, and Angel took Nina’s hand to kiss her knuckles. “I’m not gonna let you get hurt”, he promised, and she gave him a slight smile. Bishop called him over to share a few words, and Nina began gathering the empty beer bottles to recycle them. Going in to the back room to get a clean dishtowel – and to gather her thoughts – someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around and stood face to face with Taza. “Nina, I’m…”, he began. “I’m not telling anyone what you told me. That’s not my place”, Nina cut him off. Taza smiled warmly at her. “But telling the club was my decision to make”, he said. “I don’t want you to get hurt…”, Nina whispered. “I’m not just talking physically… You shouldn’t have to dig up that old wound, just for my sake”. The VP put his hand on her cheek, and shook his head defeatedly. “Kid, I’m…”.

“What is it with everyone putting their hands on my woman today?”, Angel laughed from the doorway. Taza took a step back, and held out his hands in defence. “Don’t ask me to join you in the cage. My arthritis is acting up”, he chuckled. Angel stepped over to Nina, and wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s go home, ma’”, he said. He nodded at Taza. “See you tomorrow”.

Angel led Nina out of the clubhouse, and towards the truck; when EZ came up behind them. “Hey. The garage”, he said. Angel groaned. “Man, I wanna go home… spend some time with my girl”, he said. “Just come on”, EZ said. They followed him over to the garage, and EZ pulled a tarp off something large; revealing Angel’s repaired bike. Angel ran a hand over his face, and looked at his brother. “Fuck, Ezekiel… You did this?”. “And Coco and Gilly”, EZ said. “We knew you’d be back”. Angel pulled his brother in for a tight hug. “I love you, hermano”, he muttered. “Love you too”, EZ smiled. Angel got two spare helmets from a rack, and handed one to Nina, before getting onto his bike. Nina climbed on behind him, and put her arms around his waist. Angel started up the engine, and Nina saw him grin in the mirror, at the sound of the roar.

As they drove off the lot, Nina let herself forget Palo, Davíd, and the fact that she’d probably just doomed someone to death. She was just there, seated behind her Angel; and letting herself become one with the road.

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The house still smelled like detergent when Angel and Nina stepped inside. Angel closed the door behind them, and locked it securely; before taking off his cut. He held it up in front of him, and smiled softly. Nina was leaning against the worktable, and chewed her lip to keep from laughing. “Do you two want some privacy?”, she asked. Angel hung the cut over the back of a chair. “Shut up”, he said, stifling a grin.

They stood for a long time, just smiling at each other, before Angel finally spoke. “Take your clothes off”. Nina’s smile widened. “Excuse me? What’s the magic word”, she said. Angel walked towards her, as if on the prowl. “Take your fucking clothes off… please”. Nina stepped towards him, meeting him in the middle of the room. “Do it for me”, she said.

Angel let out a short laugh, before he grabbed her hands, and raised them in the air. Slowly, he pulled Nina’s top over her head, and then – after stroking his knuckles down between her breasts and over her belly – he undid the button on her shorts; and pulled them down her legs. His hands stroked the skin of her calves and thighs on his way up; and once he was standing again, he cupped her face, and placed a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you…”, he whispered. “I know”, Nina smiled. Angel pulled back, and frowned. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say”. “Thank you?”, Nina teased. Angel let out a groan, and slipped his arms around her; cupping her bottom. “Nina…”, he said. “I love you, Angel”. A grin spread across Angel’s face, and he kissed her again. Nina let herself melt against his chest; but before she knew what happened, he had picked her up, and thrown her over his shoulder. “Let’s go”, he said, and slapped her butt; before carrying her into the bedroom.

Nina giggled like a schoolgirl, as she was thrown onto the bed. Angel went to put his gun on the nightstand; then looked down at her for a few seconds, before shedding his t-shirt, and shrugging of his jeans with almost superhuman speed. She spread her legs to invite him in, and Angel laid down between her thighs; pressing his hardness against her warmth. “Oh, my…”, Nina gasped. The sensation was almost too intense to handle, after being apart for so long, and she locked her right leg around his hips, to keep him close. As they kissed – both obviously relishing in the taste of the other – Angel grinded against Nina; and the friction was enough to make Nina feel that familiar heat that always came before an orgasm, spread through her body. She dug her nails into Angel’s back, and whimpered against his lips. “Already?”, Angel chuckled. “I missed you…”, Nina breathed. “Missed this… oh god!”. Angel had thrusted hard against her, and caught her lips in another deep kiss.

Nina arched her back, and Angel opened her bra; quickly pulling it off her. One of his hands found her nipple, and he rolled the little bud between two fingers. Attacking her neck with kisses and nibbling at the sensitive skin here, he continued moving against her. Angels penis was rubbing against her labia, and the head was bumping against her clit perfectly. In spite of the barrier of their underwear, before long, Nina cried out, her climax washing over her like overwhelming waves. “Fuck, querida. Making you come is my favorite thing in the world”, Angel breathed. “I gotta be inside you”. He moved off her to shrug of his boxers, and Nina pulled at her panties; letting Angel take over the task of getting them off, once they were down by her knees.

As soon as he was back between her legs, Angel used his hand to guide his cock to her entrance, and pushed in to her. “Yes…”, Nina gasped. Angel grabbed her thigh, and made her lock her leg around his hips again. Nina threw her arms around his waist, and dug her fingers into his butt-cheeks, to try to push him deeper into her with every thrust. She clenched her muscles around Angel’s cock; willing him to never leave her warmth. Angel dug his fingers into Nina’s hair, and his free arm hooked under her knee; giving him the perfect angle to make her whimpers turn in to loud mewls. “Give me one more, mami”, Angel demanded; and at his words, Nina fell over the edge again. Angel used her orgasm to reach his own high point; and with a loud groan, he came inside her.

It wasn’t the longest session they’d ever had, and they were both much too tired for a round two; but as they lay there, looking into each other’s eyes, that didn’t matter. They were together again, and they’d have many more nights to get lost in each other. Angel pressed his lips against Nina’s, and turned them around, so that she was draped over his chest. She fell asleep with him still inside her.

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tags: @cole-winchester @doloreschanal

#angel reyes #angel reyes fic #angel reyes x oc #angel reyes smut #clayton cardenas #coco cruz #mayans mc fic #ez reyes

[thessaliah]

kirsch, olga, and ophelia!

I'll answer Olga here because I have asks for Ophelia and Kirschtaria, so wait for them. Spoilers for Olympus.

First impression: I loved her design, she and Roman were stands out of the cast (plus Fou because he looked like Merlin). Her role in Fuyuki was like "what the hell is her problem. Ok. Bye-bye."

Impression now: I can't say I'm a big fan of Olga. She just doesn't emotionally capture me aside from meta theorizing. But I don't hate her either. I think she's the type of character Nasu can't write properly, IMO. She has a lot of potential to be interesting, but once Nasu likes a female character, he tends to infantilize them, make them too gag-like despite landing an important antagonist role and target them with his stupid fetishes. Her U-Olga reappearance is everything is that is wrong with how Nasu handles his favorites. He's satisfied with that oversexed, ridiculous design because it tickles him. It's a shame because Olga shares some traits of two of my favorite characters (Integra from Hellsing and Asuka Soryu from Evangelion) but like in the hands of the least qualified person to write her (not that Nasu is a bad writer, he just doesn't excel to write most female characters in these kinds of roles anymore, and LB6 is proving this again; it's like his writing decayed for this when he used to be good). I do have a tiny hope for her and her arc, she's basically carrying my potential criticism to the world-building resolution on her back.

Favorite moment: Her scene at the end of the Rail Zeppelin Arc of Case Files where she does the Animusphere spell. In FGO, I suppose naming Mash's NP, I hope her endgame NP is Lord Chaldeas.

Idea for a story: Meeting her mother father's servant for the first time. Or SOL AU nothing goes wrong and everything is well, with children versions of Olga, Kirschtaria, and Mash adopted by Roman who married Marisbury (who is sent to sleep in the lab until he fixes his dad's skills). Goetia can be an angry animal mascot who plays with Fou.

Unpopular opinion: I'm not too sympathetic for her struggle outside Flauros' sabotage. It's sad her dad wasn't very emotional or warm, but, in comparison to all the horrible crap mage children deal with, it makes me go "that's it?" Even when she was disowned in Case Files, she still had a relatively comfortable life with a caring nanny, access to her family wealth, and her family magic crest. The bar in TM mages is so low that emotional child neglect is kinda tame for someone advertised as super tragic. Mash feels more unlucky than Olga. Maybe if she were younger in FGO, I would probably feel worse, that's probably why I feel more sorry for her in Case Files where she's 11 years old.

Favorite relationship: I don't ship her with anyone. Her pseudo friendship with Reines is interesting in Case Files.

Favorite headcanon: Since she has no mother listed, I like the hc that she's a test tube baby made with Solomon's DNA (recovered from the sent ring) by Marisbury. This makes her Mash's older sister in a way.

#olgamarie animusphere #meme #character meme #lostbelt spoilers #lb6 spoilers #fgo asks

[alovevigilante]

Belief in one’s ability to create is the key to actually generating and experiencing it in 3D form. The brain creates the energy around the desire you feel. It’s a symbiotic relationship.

The reason why you may not be seeing your desires come to fruition in your three dimensional reality is because in some way, shape or form you, yourself, are holding it back in some capacity. How? And why? It could be one of a myriad of reasons.

One reason may be because although you may think you want it, you’re not really feeling it completely. You may be afraid to change into the new reality, and tend to lean towards the older, less desired, but easier because already established one. Like, for example not switching jobs because you are comfortable where you are. You can’t stand your boss, cause he/she/they are an ass, and ask ludicrous things of you daily that are ridiculous and no one should comply with, but, you’re used to it, and you like your cubicle and the hot lunch in the cafeteria, that serves meatloaf on Thursdays, and that’s pretty ok. So, you choose to stay in a situation you aren’t fully down with. And you know what?! The pay blows, and you feel under appreciated, but yet you still continue to hang out in that ass place regardless, cause you know how to get there, even though it’s a 2 hr commute there and back. And that’s cool and all, but not really a reason to stay, but for you, it may be. You may be afraid to navigate the city, to a new location, because Mapquest sent you on a wild goose chase one time, and you ended up in an industrial area with no outlet, when you were trying to get to an important meeting. That can happen. I know, it’s happened to me. And that’s why google maps trounced mapquest. And waze did too. I don’t even know if people use mapquest anymore, because yes, it sends you on a quest alright, but not necessarily the one you signed up for in advance. And that can upset your apple cart greatly, cause you already had the plan! The plan was set! But you are lost now, in an unestablished, incomplete part of town with no one there to guide you out, ok?! And you call where you want to be, and say, “I’m not there! I’m here! And here is ass! Ok!?” But no one answers, cause they’re busy being there, and not in the abandoned, desolate crap area, where you are, by no fault of your own. And you have to call someone yelling, because lost, and where the hell are you?! And it takes you fifty two minutes later, and a tangible map and live navigator, like Keith Richards in pirates of the Caribbean, but on land, not see, and not him, cause he’d probably lead you on a disastrous seafaring mission where you would develop scurvy, but at least you’d get to listen to a decent guitar lick before you die of dysentery, when really wanted to do was to get out of the craziest wilderness that has been given up on, in an urban area.

Cause you found a place, much like Christopher Columbus the director didn’t, that hasn’t been discovered on the map yet, and there you are! And people are counting on you to be in their place at a certain time, and not this barren place, with construction all over creation and tumble weeds that aren’t there cause it’s the city. So what do you do?! I said, what is it that you do?!?!?? You stay, in your tried and true, marginally ok place, and don’t try to move. It can happen...

Another reason may be because some things that you are choosing to partake in, in your 3D life are contradictory to the desire you believe you want. For example, you may want to be an exotic birdwatcher for a living. But you don’t live near anywhere near the exotic birds. You don’t even own a pith helmet or a pair of binoculars. And you don’t have any link to anyone that will hire you to do that, nor do you have any experience or association that would appreciate and hire you for said experience, who would also, in addition to that if you did, fly you to where the exotic birds you want to study, reside. And you refuse to buy the plane ticket yourself! So you mope, and you pout, and you say, “you know what?! I didn’t like those ole exotic birds anyway! Who do those birds think they are? With their feathers and pretty colors?! Screw them!” I mean, how’s a bird supposed to know you’re interested in them?! They can’t go to you, nutball! They’re busy being birds! So, you’re SOL, and it sucks, cause all you want to do is look at and engage in some exotic birds action. But again, you are choosing not to take steps to get near one.

And the third reason may be, because you don’t really believe you’re worthy of being happy. And that’s just ass thinking, cause everyone, is entitled and worthy of that.

All of these things, are bs. You are a creator of your own life with your feelings. So make, deliberate choices to feel good. And by that I don’t mean to mask the feelings by something that may placate the feelings of lack you decided to focus on, and feel better just in the moment, then worse later. I mean, make a conscious choice to feel better than you do right now. And do that, as much as humanly possible, and not the other crap choices that just hinder you in the end.

Creating your reality is a constant, and needs attention to detail, and clarity. The universe refuses to outright give you what it knows won’t light you up, but if you continue to contradict your own desires, it’ll throw up its hands and allows you to experience your own chosen ass flow or, in this case your resistance to your own desires, to be your reality you see through your perception, and that’s what you will experience daily. And I must definitely have have a dragging defiance to a lot of things, because here I sit, discussing all of it, and there’s still things in my life I’d like to see happen, and not just ruminate around in my head as “what if’s”. Like, for example, I’d like a few millions of dollars, a lot of few, like at least over 20, so I can help a ton of people, and myself to things I enjoy, like creative freedom, and the ability to choose my own path in life. I’d also like to pay for my boob lift, no. Ahahaha! Cause they’re ok, and I’ve decided to be cool with them, as they lower themselves down to belly button level, to defend it from countertops and other things that I may lean on from time to time... and other important things like that.

So my long winded and long boobed point is this; being you is great, no matter what your situation. You know why? Cause you’re literally making your life what it is with how you see it, and how you choose to feel about it. And yes, you can switch it up! What an awesome place to be! You’ve made your life, terrible! Which means you’re In the drivers seat of your own life! You did that! You decided, my life sucks! And you see it, in everything and in everyone you talk too! Then you open a window and yell outside, “Yes!!!!! I did that!!!!!! I made my life blow like joe!” Which means to you that you can decide every decision you make from here on out differently with a better, more positive energy. To others, they may witness that and think you’re ready for the booby hatch, cause they won’t know the context of your exclamation. But that’s none of your concern. You did it! You figured out that you can decide closer, or farther away from what you want. And the more you move towards you truth, the better you’ll feel. And that feeling will take you all kinds of places and put you in front of all kinds of fun people doing amazing things you never thought possible! And you, are the one feeling, and thinking and doing your way to it! You choose better and better, and before you know it, your ok life has turned pretty damn good, to super great! And so on, and so forth. And on and on and on we go, experiencing exactly how we want to feel minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, month by month, and year by year, happier and better, and healthier and wealthier and wiser and more crazy and fun and silly and artsier and more and more creative and in the love til poof! You explode into another higher dimension because you’re so happy with everyone everywhere, and it’s all due to your thoughts. 🙌💕

That’s life. Pretty cool.... But you gotta believe it. Then from there it’s all about the inspired action, Jackson... 🤷‍♀️😉😆💪💕

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[amiramorozova]

Dual Summoner x The Darkling pt. 47

Glossary: Moye Serdtse - My heart, Sol Koroleva - Sun Queen

After that party, we had time to prepare and things were getting down to the next fete. Aleksander had a meeting with Ivan as I just sat there listening. He wanted to have Alina open the next tunnel instead of me once we found her amplifier which didn't bother me. Still, after these meetings, he walked over offering his hand to me.

"I remember saying we'd go for a horse ride, Moye Serdtse." Aleksander said as I took his hand with a nod as he led me out of there. I was glad he didn't have to leave yet but I knew it was coming that we'd be separated again before the winter fete so I took the time to enjoy what was going on right now. 

As we made it to the horse stable I was unsure but two people brought out two horses as he handed me the reins of one. I took it as I smiled while we walked out and I noticed he didn't have his kefta on. "You don't have your kefta." I said as I got up on the horse that was ready and watched him get on his horse. "I don't need it where we're going." Aleksander said 

I smiled at his words knowing that was true, as long as we were together it wasn't bad. No one dared attack the general of the 2nd army. I was putting my faith in this as I sighed looking forward. Once we started having the horse go in a gallop with him leading I watched the surrounding area. It was peaceful and that was what I liked most about this place. While we were heading to our destination though I noticed a fire and stopped.

"Aleksander." I said as he stopped and looked at what had my attention. "A fire, should we head back and get a few tidemakers?" Aleksander asked as I questioned it too. "Could we..take care of it together?" I asked as he stared at me. I was a tidemaker and Sun summoner, if people were going to start respecting me as both this was my opportunity to show them their Sol Koroleva was more than a sun queen. 

Aleksander seemed hesitant but I knew why, people didn't know he was a walking amplifier. We didn't announce it and I knew we were connected. Without a second thought, I headed for the fire and felt that he followed as I got down. I saw people were shocked to see me as I approached putting my hands together as I used my tidemaker abilities to get rid of the fire. I felt the stags amplified power helping me as I watched it but I still struggled. 

Am I not enough? I thought 

I was worried about this as I felt a hand on my shoulder and that already amplified power got a bit stronger as I saw the fire get extinguished. I put my hands down as I smiled, then I looked up seeing Aleksander. People would just assume he was there for comfort for me, that there was nothing more to it. The villagers who were approaching stopped as they bowed. I didn't like it, my smile faded knowing this wasn't what I wanted. 

"Please, don't." I said as Aleksander just stood there and they looked up at me. "Sankta Amira, is truly a blessing from the saints." Some of them said. I knew there was no way of talking them out of this but I knew there was so much more to go on. I wanted them to appreciate both sides of me and this was the risk of doing so. "I am just a Grisha with a Dual gift from the saints." I said as I put my hand out to help one of them to their feet as they took it. 

It was then that the girl who'd taken my hand, she'd gotten on the ground but she noticed my ring. "Sankta Amira has married, such a blessing." The woman said as she noticed my kefta, the darkling symbol over my heart on the kefta and she showed respect. "May the Saints bless your union." 

The Dual Saint and the starless saint, how ironic. I thought 

"Thank you." I said as I talked with the people for a bit before we went back on our horse ride. "You truly have a way with people, do you truly not wish to rule them?" Aleksander asked as I looked at him then looked forward. "I don't like the idea of people bowing to me. I want to be able to talk with them and not be bowed to them." I said as he slowed his horse so I followed while we were out. "Grisha needs new opportunities." Aleksander reminded me as I knew that was true. "People want the fold destroyed and we are deceiving them." I reminded him

You knew this, you know I won't kill the volcra. But maybe that would be what might put them to peace. I thought 

We went to a few places and I was happy during our time outside the little palace. Still, it was getting dark so we had to return to the little palace and I was hesitant on going back but knew it wasn't going to do any good. As we kept going there was a lot on my mind but we were in this together so that was always there. 

"Do you think Alina's amplifier will be found?" Aleksander asked and I looked at him before thinking about it. "I think the moose will be. It just might take some time." I said but then I thought about his past. "Aleksander." I said as I noticed him looking at me and I looked him in the eyes. "If..If your first love was still alive, do you think we would still be where we are?" I asked, for the first time I saw him stop and I stopped looking at him wondering if I'd crossed the line. He seemed in thought but also in pain at the memory of her but he looked at me. "Yes, I believe we would."

After he answered we went to the little palace and things were back to normal. Meetings and things were happening, we had the time he could make for us and then as I figured. He was called away for a week before the Winter Fete. He took my hand kissing it as he looked at me. "We will be traveling soon, so hopefully Alina gets stronger soon." Aleksander said as I looked at him. "Can I go with you?" I asked knowing he took me that time after my presentation but not since. 

Aleksander kissed me as I kissed him back "I wish you could, but I need you here. I need you to help her so she can make the tunnel this time and you don't have to hold this burden coming." Aleksander said against my lips. I looked at him knowing what that meant, he was going to attempt it. He was going to kill the first General and possibly west Ravkans as well and he didn't want their blood on my hands.

Wouldn't it partly still be on my hands with you holding the stag bone in your hand? I thought 

"Hopefully you come back soon." I said as he was seeming to hesitate to leave. I knew we'd grown very close since our wedding day but duty still called. He was General of the 2nd army and I couldn't change that no matter what. When he had to leave I felt sad but I knew this was best. 

As I watched his carriage leave, I knew this was almost best that it kept our relationship on better terms. It wasn't easy but I knew that sometimes if he stayed too close it may become unhealthy for me to want to be at his side every moment. I soon closed my eyes as a tear fell and wiped it down before I walked to the hall where my family was. Dad was there and saw me as he seemed worried. 

"Is everything ok?" Father asked, I nod but knew that I might have to sneak Alina out if the moose was found. I knew what Aleksander was plotting and I knew I needed my dad. "There's a moose, it's going to be found but I need you to..take everyone home. I'll meet you there after the fete." I said as my father walked over to me looking serious. "You snuck out the last time at the last winter fete, you don't think he might be prepared?" Father asked as I nodded. "I don't have a choice. I need to do this for Alina." I said 

Father understood and I knew I had power here but that was going to wait as father soon left with everyone. It would be different than last time because I was going to be getting Alina out, I was going to let her find this moose with whoever the tracker was that finds it. Aleksander didn't want the moose but if I left he would follow me to the ends of the earth. 

We'll have to do this again. I thought 

I slightly wished that those people who were there when I escaped last year would show up and little did I know they would be. Still, I kept everything under control and got things done. David from the materialeki asked what I wanted my kefta dress to be and I answered that it should be black with my design and symbolize the Dual Summoner. He asked what Alina should have and I looked at him.

"Blue, sun summoner design." I said as he bowed before leaving. 

Time went by as I was planning, the day of the winter fete arrived and I was not happy about any of this. Alina had improved but this was getting ridiculous that we had to make performances for the nobles. We are people too, The Grisha are people who had small science powers but still. Every year performing seemed tedious to me now that I was something more. 

I tried to relax looking over his map and the picture of the first army General. I heard the doors open and footsteps as I sighed a bit. I figured it was Feydor coming to give an update from Ivan, but that thought went away when I felt arms around me. "You seem tense, Moye Serdtse." Aleksander said in my ear. Turning around I claimed his lips in a kiss as he picked me up and placed me on the end of the table where the map was not kissing me back. 

"Welcome back, Aleksander." I said as he looked at me, our connection was clear he could just tell I was in a bad mood. I didn't want to talk about it but he kissed my forehead. "I don't like the performance for the winter fete either, and if you're going to run off again to help find another amplifier. I am going to track you down like last time and we will go through this whole thing before heading back to the skiff." Aleksander said 

My eyes widened knowing he was ahead of me, he knew my plan before I'd even said more than two words. It was true I planned to sneak Alina out but he sighed. "How did you.." I started but he just looked at me. "Our connection is getting stronger, guessing your moves has become easier." Aleksander said 

You have gotten that far. I thought 

There was a knock and when we both looked it was Feydor with a few Materialeki bringing in boxes for the fete. "Your keftas for you and your wife." Feydor said as he left with them. Aleksander looked at me for a minute before walking over to check what they'd brought. I got off the table walking over to see what they made. All the other Grisha were always excited as I took my Kefta dress and went to get ready then walked out. 

"What do you think?" I asked as I knew his approval was always appreciated as he took in the kefta dress. It was not to my liking, these keftas were getting to be too much for me but I had tolerated them all this time. Aleksander walked over as he pulled me to him once again claiming my lips in a kiss. "you look ravishing, Amira." Aleksander said as his words made me blush.

"The Queen hired another circus to amuse everyone, would you like to go out there?" Aleksander asked as I smiled and nodded. He walked over to where we kept my cloak and he picked it up before walking back putting it around me. Then he led me out as we went to check it out, it was different this time. People recognized me and he insisted my hands were kept in the cloak since the royals didn't know. 

At some point, I stopped to look at something and we got separated but that was where I had to figure out how to find him. I kept walking till I walked into someone and when I looked I saw it was one of the people from last time. "Jesper." I said remembering his name and looked around before looking at him again. 

"Hello Amira, I see you returned to the little palace after your escape. How did your Solo mission go?" Jesper asked, I knew this man had assisted with my escape last time but Aleksander was around here somewhere. "Partially failed, I made it to my parents but I failed to kill the amplifier. Guess I'm a big softie." I said as he laughed a bit but looked around and I followed his look seeing Inej. 

"You three are on another mission? what is it?" I asked as he looked at me, I was the prize they let go. "Jewels, gold, hiding from people?", " I asked as he cleared his voice. "We heard there's another sun summoner. Though there's still a hefty price on your head." Jesper said as I shrugged a bit. 

I was gonna say more when I had to turn around and he walked away as Aleksander found me. "You shouldn't run off." Aleksander said as I walked with him and showed him what it was. "You were distracted by this plush in the shape of an animal?" Aleksander asked as I sighed, "Maybe I wouldn't feel lonely if I had a pet to be with me when you're not here." I said 

Jesper, Inej, and Kaz are here, they are after Alina. I can use this to my advantage. I thought 

As we soon attended the winter fete after Genya took to tending to my makeup for the night and hair since I now had two hair things I needed to prepare for what was to come. As usual, the fete did not disappoint but it was what I expected. All the Grisha had to do something so when it was my turn Aleksander led me up on stage as I used the sun in one hand and water in the other and tried my best to make my routine different from last year. In the end, people loved it regardless cause I didn't need mirrors to help me. I knew I could introduce her as I smiled. 

"Tonight, we have a special performance for you. I'd like to welcome her up here on the mantle with Alina Starkov." I said as everyone applauded while she walked over. We'd worked on a joint routine and at first, we had our lights swirl together before I let mine go and she used hers to hit mirrors while everyone was surprised. 

I smiled at her performance, but then I noticed Aleksander was looking at her. I suddenly felt very envious and bothered by this as I led Alina away. I couldn't be around Aleksander at that moment as I sighed. "Are you ok Amira?" Alina asked as I nodded. We kept walking and I had to get something from his war room as I walked in seeing two men.

"Who are you?" I asked as Alina walked over "Mal." Alina said as she went over hugging him and I watched as he hugged her back. The other soldier left as he looked at me, seeing the general's color on me. "Is she your friend?" Mal asked Alina who nodded but looked at her wrist and gasped. Mal looked as he noticed whatever it was "Are those my initials?" Mal asked as Alina looked at me. I walked over to see the MO on her wrist. "Yes, I believe so." I said 

I started to gather with a bag as I knew there was not a lot of time, Aleksander had already angered me and I needed to find this moose for Alina. "You're the tracker who found the moose?" I asked as Mal nodded. "Then we need to get moving." I said as Alina was confused. I walked over to an area as Baghra was in on my plan knocking on the area just as I stepped back when it opened.

"Come Amira, you don't have long." Baghra said as we went through and I knew exactly where I was going. Alina followed behind and I figured that the crows were already working on getting out again. "Marie, Nadia and Nico?" I asked Baghra as we walked, "awaiting you, they've asked the trio to help." Baghra said as I nod

We had a change of clothes as I walked behind the wall getting out of my kefta for the fete and walked out in my regular black kefta and clothes underneath. I looked at Alina as Baghra gave her different clothes as she went to change and then came out. "This plan is risky, Amira." Baghra said and I looked at her. "I know, he's already aware I'm going to do this." I said as Alina was shocked but I looked at her. "We have a short opening." I told her 

Leaving through the tunnel we didn't have long as we made it and snuck into the carriage as it started to move. This time it wasn't as obvious so we were able to get away and we waited as it traveled. I fell asleep in the carriage which wasn't hard to do but as I dreamed, it was in that dream I saw Aleksander. 

"You can't run, Amira. There is nowhere you can go that I can't find you." Aleksander said as I turned from him in the dream. "I am not running, I am doing this for us or maybe I am doing this for her." I said as I felt him pull me to him in the dream. "Her or us?" Aleksander asked as I looked at him, I remembered my anger and how angry I was. "Why were you staring at her?! I thought it was supposed to be you and me no matter what!" I yelled at him as he was speechless. I got free as I started to wake up "Don't come in my dreams unless you have an answer!" I told him

I woke up when we stopped and I got out first seeing the crows, I was glad to get away but I also wanted to cry. "Hello Amira." Inej said as I was glad to see her and I nodded. We had a talk, as far as they knew they didn't know where I was going. I told them there would be a skiff and they'd want to be on it. Alina got out "You know these three?" Alina asked as I nod, "they kinda helped me out last time." 

When we separated from them it took time but we were able to get to the woods, Nico was the one to notice. "What happened?" Nico said as I looked at him and looked up at the sky. "Nothing." I said as he laughed a bit. "Nothing? Yeah, right. You get mad and you make decisions without thinking fully. So, what happened?" Nico said as I just shrugged

Now we find the moose and after that the fate of west ravka I guess. I thought 

Marie and Nadia walked over when we found a place to camp out, Baghra had funded our leave again as we sat there. "Why are you upset?" Nadia asked as I looked at her and sighed. "He was looking at Alina with her powers." I said, Marie, put a hand on my shoulder. "It was Alina's first performance so maybe he was surprised." Marie said 

I shrugged not wanting to talk about it but after a couple of days we went on to keep going. Mal led as I knew this wasn't for me but if Alina couldn't do it then we had to figure out another plan. Days went by and I looked at my wrist seeing it bare as I traced his initials to feel better. It was all I could do to not run back to the little palace. When we camped out in the woods was when it was time.

I decided against it and traveled to my family's house with Marie and Nadia as we stayed there. Nico decided to help Mal and I wouldn't stop him, still, I laid in my bed waiting for their return. My mood was just neutral for a bit as I sighed. Getting a bath felt good though as I smiled till there was a knock on my family's house door. Looking at my wrist, I saw his initials vibrant so I knew he'd found me. 

wasn't hiding. I thought 

When I got out and dressed as I walked out I saw him there, but instead of running to him, I walked to my room. I heard him coming after me as he had my wrist. "Amira, wait." Aleksander said as I looked back. He pulled me to him as his hand went on my cheek and his thumb gently grazed over the skin. "I was just surprised." Aleksander said, "It's not the same as you, it never will be the same." 

I believed him as I pulled him to me and kissed him, though I heard the door open and we both looked seeing Alina, Mal, and Nico. "Well you two made up." Nico said as he walked over and went to wash off. Alina showed the amplifier but she looked like I had when I hesitated to kill the stag. She'd done it but that was where it ended on everything.

"Alina, the nobles will need to return home soon. Maybe, you could assist on the next skiff." Aleksander said as he looked at me "Right, Amira?" I knew his plan but I had to keep quiet. "Right, show them you can do what I can." I said to her as she just seemed hesitant but nodded.

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