#How to make poppy seed filling

[scrambled-eggsed]

i made hamantashen:DDDDDDD

#half w poppy seeds filling bc my parents asked #the other half are with the superiour chocolate filling #turned out better than i expected!! last time i made these was in kindergarten #and now i did it All By Myself😎 #ok im really proud of this #im also making bread which is turning out to be more kickass than usual #honestly this is making me so content w the universe #:D #took me a while to figure out how nuch filling i gotta put in and how to fold the edges properly but even though some are wonky they #still taste good af #:DDDDDD #i knoe its in a few days but chag sameach babes #Judaism #jewblr #purim

[tikkunolamresistance]

Anti-Zionism & Purim:

Purim is a wonderfully joyous, often colourful and very tasty, Jewish holiday celebrated every year on the 14th of the Hebrew month of Adar (which corresponds to late winter/early spring). A holiday where drinking is a mitzvah, some dress up as characters from the Book of Esther, we gift good food and most definitely argue about which hamantaschen filling is best. Purim is about Jewish joy, resistance and outliving those who wish for our destruction.

Purim starts the evening of Saturday 23rd March, and ends at sundown the following day, Sunday 24th.

What’s the Purim story?

It is a story of salvation, of Jewish survival and being against all odds. The story of Purim comes from the salvation of the Jewish from Haman’s plot “to destroy, kill and annihilate all the Jews, young and old, infants and women, in a single day”. Haman, or Haman the Agagite, was a royal vizier in the court of the Persian empire, to King Ahasuerus/Xerxes I (465 BCE) who was agrivated by Moredcai, of the tribe Benjamin, and his refusal to bow down to his demands— thus Haman seeked revenge on his rejection and convinces the King to issue a decree to kill all Jews in the Persian empire. However the genocidal plot would soon be thearted by Hadassah, or as we know her, Queen Esther.

Queen Esther was an incredible Jewish woman whom the King Ahasuerus (transliteration of Xerxes) had fallen in love with. The Queen revealed her Jewish identity and pleaded with the King to spare her people, to which then, the King was appalled by Haman’s treachery— ordering his execution and granting Jews permission to defeat their enemies.

This story is apart of the Five Melligot (Melligah meaning “scroll” in Hebrew), the Book of Esther.

How is Purim celebrated?

Celebrating Purim depends on minhagim (customs) amongst Jewish cultural and ethnic communities: Ashkenazim may celebrate differently from Sefardim, who celebrate different from Middle Eastern, North African, South Asian and Ethiopian Jewry!

However, these are some universal rituals:

• Listen to the Purim story, the Book of Esther, typically at a Synagogue.

• Eating good for Seudah, a meal had during the day of Purim. Including foods such as pomegranate and wine brisket, hamantaschen, boyosa, challah with various toppings, rugelach, onion and poppy seed rings, hojuelas, kreplach, pickled vegetables and so much more.

• Mishloach Manot, gifting food to friends and/or family.

• Tzedakah, charity, and Metanot L’evyonim, supporting those in need.

• Haka’at Haman: during Megillah reading, there is a custom to make noise at the reading of Haman’s name. From stomping your feet to booing, this minhag is associated with Jewry of France and Provence, though has roots in Talmudic sources. You can read more here.

• Drinking lots of wine!

If you have any specific cultural Purim traditions, leave a comment! Traditions vary from family, to minhag, to cultures!

So, what do we learn from the story of Queen Esther?

Where our Rabbis may dress as Queen Esther, and we get drunk because it’s might be your favourite mitzvah, where we stick to tradition and try a new hamantaschen filling, and hearing the megillah like it’s the first time, all over again. Purim is where we introspect through our celebration; the very expression of joy, against all odds, is where we seek our growth. We exercise our liberty, our bravery and boldness— like Esther, we do not hide our Jewishness, instead we decorate ourselves. We do not stand in the face of adversity and let it through, we crush it and celebrate our resilience. Purim is a reminder of pride, of resistance and using your voice for those who may have theirs silenced. Like Queen Esther, we must not allow genocide and violence, and certainly not in our name as a people who have faught against it through out history. In honour of Purim, we must use what power we have to call for Tikkun Olam— a better future, for all.

Purim is where live to see ourselves dance and sing, the complete expression of G!d— HaShem, the Divine, the Universe, our collective human spirit— we live to build a future of many more Purims, many more celebrations of collective resistance. We dance and sing, and dress up, and drink, as is written, so that there is no world without this freedom.

Families often get creative in teaching their children, and communities, the importance of Purim, by making decorative masks to communicate the importance of identity, or dressing up in fun costumes inspired by strong characters, wether from the Purim story or just fictional worlds. Art is an incredible and important way to communicate, so if you want to get creative and make your own mask, costume or simply create artwork inspired by the story of Purim— tapping into your creative liberty is a wonderful ritual to add to your own traditions.

You can also show your gratitude to people, such as friends, family, service workers, activists, with gifts and letters to celebrate them and their bravery, their selflessness. Do you have anybody you’re greatful for, who’s inspired you to be more selfless, to give back?

What can I reflect on for Purim?

Think about how you show your Jewish pride, how you express your Jewish joy. Do you want to be more loud, more unapologetic, more open? How can you show up for others in need, who are in need for their voices to be uplifted? How can you do your part in building a future that celebrates total liberation from what tries to destroy us? Purim is about celebration, about joy, so as you join in on the festivities however you celebrate, remember that this full expression of your Jewish self is an act of resistance against a history of Jew hatred, a history of antisemitism, and that our existence will outlive the powers that pretend to be on our side.

How can I incorporate Palestine into my Purim celebrations?

Following traditions of donating and tzedekah, you can donate funds to GoFundMes of Palestinian families seeking refuge outside of Gaza, to ensure these families can make it to safety and eat well. We’ll be reposting and sharing GoFundMes and other calls for aid all day on Purim, if you’re looking to do some tzedekah.

As millions of Palestinians in Gaza are imminently facing starvation, you could aim to organise protests and rallies with your communities to demand action to be taken for immediate food distribution into Gaza. Be vocal on Purim, we’ll try to update you with any anti-Zionist events that may be happening across the world.

If you live near a Mosque/Masjid or Islamic community centre, you coulf drop off some Halal-safe food packages for Ramadan celebrations; sweets, pre-packaged/cooked foods and pastries. Your local Islamic food stores can definitely offer more guidance, and be sure to look out for the Halal logo! But, importantly, it’s always good to contact the Mosque or Community centre beforehand to see what donations they’re accepting!

If you’re visiting Shul, now more than ever is your time to challenge the narrative. Why must we turn away blind eye to a genocide whilst we celebrate our survival? Why must we allow the pain we have felt, pass to another, in the name of our survival? If you feel it is safe to do so, it is so irrevocably important to challenge the Zionist narratives that use our history, our holidays, our peoplehood to inflict harm that we once felt. As Queen Esther did, we must speak, and we must not be afraid to do so.

Further Purim readings:

The History of Purim

Laws and Customs of Purim

History of Purim costumes

We’re wishing everyone a happy, safe, healthy and beautiful Purim— please share with us how you’ll be celebrating this year, and keep an eye out for tzedekah posts to donate to Palestinians in need!

#purim #anti zionist jews #anti zionist purim #purim 2024 #purim ideas #purim celebrations #what is purim #free palestine #purim for anti zionist jews #jewish holidays #info: purim

[monsterfuckingthoughts]

Orc Husband x Human Reader

Synopsis: You and your husband relish in the company of one another as old memories wander back to you.

You clawed at the furs on Kilian’s bed in an attempt to stay balanced. You stayed on your hands and knees as he fucked you from behind, with so much urgency you would have thought you were on the brink of death. 

“God,” you moaned. 

Your husband had been away for two weeks, traveling with his war council to facilitate peace talks with neighboring kingdoms in the region. Two weeks without your touch had driven him mad. His dreams were filled with you straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock, breasts unrestrained, mouth screaming for a release. When he awoke he’d be forced to alleviate himself with the aid of his hand, not nearly as satisfying as sinking into you. 

So when he arrived back to the stronghold he needed you. And you needed him. The two of you hardly waisted a second. Not even fully removing your clothes before fucking. 

“Kilian. I’m coming! I’m coming!” you shrieked.

His grip tighten on your ass. 

“So am I,” he managed to get out. 

He hastily pulled you up and pressed the back of your body to his, taking the opportunity to cup your bare breast with his calloused hand. 

You let out a painfully delightful whimper as you orgasm spread through you. Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to relax as Kilian’s warm seed released inside you. 

~

The two of you completely undressed and laid beneath the furs in one anothers arms. 

“You were amazing,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Let me accompany you next time my love. I don’t want to be separated from you like that again,” you begged.

“I know my darling. It was hard for me as well. But these missions can be dangerous. I’d never forgive myself if something were to happen to you.”

You kissed his pectoral and nuzzled closer. “I know. But the nights were so lonely without you in our bed.”

You kissed his nipple, taking his piercing between your teeth and giving it the smallest tug. 

“(Name),” he growled. 

You smirked pulling yourself up and settling on top of him. “I remember when you first came into my town. How handsome you were. How kind you were.”

He cupped your faced in his hand. “You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”

“We became friends, but then we became more.”

“I still remember the first time.”

“Under the stars,” you mused. “In the poppy field.”

He smiled, remebering every detail. 

The love in your eyes. The trembling of your legs as you wrapped them against his waist. How you cried out to the heavens, giving thanks for meeting him. 

“You had to marry me,” you teased. “To make an honest woman of me.”

“An honor I happily took.”

“I love you Kilian.”

“I love you too (Name).”

The two of you spent the remainder of the night reminiscing about your lives together. The blessing it was. 

#orc x reader #orc x human #orc smut #orc husband #monsterfucking nsft

[ladyastrelle]

Keep my name outta

yo f***ing mouth jar 👄🫙

How to:

🖤💋🖤💋🖤💋🖤

You need 1 small jar (like a baby food jar) or glass vial/container with cork or a top, and another larger jar you can seal it in, with room around it to add herbs.

In the small jar make a name paper with your name (full name) and any nicknames, business names etc. Then add a petition that says "For Every time you speak ill over me, my life becomes more beautiful and my wealth grows, while your life becomes more unbearable, and your wealth and health fade." Sign the petition with your full name.

Fill the small jar with those papers, lavender, basil, sage, cloves, rosemary and patchouli. Optionally, you can add small sized Quartz stones. Then seal that jar well. If the jar is corked, seal with wax.

Place it in the large jar and fill the rest of the large jar with any of the following: salt, peppercorns, chilis, chili powder, red peppers, nightshade, belladonna, pokeroot, garlic, hotfoot powder, tobacco, small rusted nails, small mirror shards, dead bugs, spider webs, cloves, poppy seeds, small sticker burrs, cat claws- once you've added what you like, top it with more salt, chili powder and your baneful herbs (you want most of the smaller vessel covered) then twist that jar top tight. Seal as you desire.

Lastly, place intent into the jar- you can do this by burning a tealight candle over it and focusing on your intended outcome, or similarly by burning a separate petition or sigil you create on top and scattering the ashes to the wind.

You may bury this jar or keep it hidden somewhere close to you as it does its task.

-Lady Astrelle xx

#witchblr #witchcraft #pagan witch #pagan #witches #witch #pagan stuff #paganism #witchy #witchy woman #witchcrafting #everyday witchcraft #wiccan spells #spell jar #pagan rituals #paganblr #grimoire #book of shadows #hedge witch

[kittyball23]

Any chance of a quick fic of Branch's bros showing and telling Poppy Branch's embarrassing baby photos all while he's a embarrassed grumpy pants about it? I feel we need more embarrassing loving big brothers moments.

Hi, Anon, I apologize for this being delayed. I wrote out a few drafts to this story, but was unsatisfied with the turnout until now. I do hope you enjoy :)

Show and Tell (a Trolls fanfic)

By the time that Branch had gotten his drink at the bar - a concoction his older brother called the Tropical Refresh, composed of a variety of fresh, fruity juices  - and walked over to the backstage area of the karaoke stage to find Poppy, he could already hear the bouts of giggling coming from his girlfriend. Branch had come across this type of situation a few times already, and he didn’t need to ask what had gotten her in such a lighthearted mood.

“Don’t you ever get tired of looking at that?” he asked, gesturing at the clue board that she was unashamedly ogling over.

“Nope!” Poppy chirped. “How can you ever get tired of looking at this cutie-patootie face, huh?” She reached into her pocket and showed him a little wallet-size photograph of him in his signature perm.

Branch gasped. “Hey! Who gave you that?”

“I did!” The blue Troll turned to find John Dory approaching them, looking quite proud of himself. “Don’t worry bro, I got copies for you, too!” he said, pulling out three more from his dark, aquamarine hair.

Branch groaned. “Seriously?”

“What do you mean ‘seriously’? What’s so embarrassing about a baby photo? You totally rocked the look!” JD asked, confused. Then he chuckled, nudging Branch with his elbow and speaking hushedly so Poppy couldn’t hear. “At least I didn’t show her the other box, right?”

But Poppy had heard him. She perked up and faced John Dory with curiosity. “What other box?”

JD beamed at her. “Ohoho, girl, if you like these photos, just wait till you see what I got in store for you.” Whistling Rhonda over, he entered his caterbus and pulled out a heavy-looking trunk. He struggled dragging it out for a moment, and then gave a short cry.

“Ouch! There goes my back,” he whined with a grimace, having strained himself too hard and rubbing the affected area. But the smile returned to his face a moment later. “Feast your eyes on le pièce de résistance, Poppy Seed!” he declared grandly, and then opened the trunk with a dramatic flair.

For a second light almost seemed to emit from the trunk, like it had been filled with glittering gold. When Poppy managed to focus in and see what it actually was, well, it was as good as gold to her.

“EEEE! Oh my GOSH!!” She grabbed Branch’s arm and leapt up and down with tears of joy while her boyfriend grumbled in dismay. “This is the best day of my life!”

“OOooo, really! Why’s that?” It had been Viva who’d spoken, neither one of them having heard her approaching with all the commotion Poppy was making. She noticed the trunk and grinned. “Is there a lifetime supply of candy in there? I know that would be the best day of my life!”

“Even better!” Poppy cried, stepping aside so her sister could see. Viva tucked her hands under her chin and gushed.

“Awwww…. That’s so sweet!”

Suddenly Poppy whirled on John Dory, grabbing him by the vest and shaking him hard. “John Dory! And just how long were you going to wait before you told me about this?!?!”

“You gotta ask to receive!” JD answered simply.

“Well, I guess,” Poppy grumbled, “Okay, but no more dillydallying, you have GOT to spill everything to me about these!”

But to her surprise, John Dory shook his head. “No can do, Miss Poppy…”

The Pop Queen’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?”

While also surprised to hear this answer come from his brother, Branch was actually relieved. “Oh, good.” The less embarrassment he had to endure in front of his girlfriend, the better!

But it seemed JD wasn’t done explaining. “...Not without the others to help,” he finished with a sly smile.

Now it was Branch’s turn to exclaim “What?”

And before he could stop him, John Dory had cupped his hands around his mouth and called out in the direction of the cantina. “YO, BRUCE! CLAY! FLOYD! GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE, PRONTO!”

A few seconds later, all three Trolls had hightailed their way over.

“What’s up John Dory?” Floyd asked.

“Why you sounding like there’s a big emergency or something?” Clay questioned with suspicion, knowing how JD had a tendency to overexaggerate matters.

“And why does Poppy look like she’s about to faint?” Bruce asked, pointing at the overwhelmed Pop Queen who was being held up by Viva and fanned.

John Dory presented the trunk to the three of them. “Does this answer your question?”

Three identical ear-to-ear smiles stretched across their faces.

“Awwww, that’s nice,” Clay cooed.

“Wow,” Floyd whispered, tears pooling in his eyes, “I really had thought these were all gone…”

“Well they’re not!” Bruce chuckled happily. “This is great!”

“You’re telling me,” Poppy mumbled, just about ready to collapse. “And speaking of telling me…” She gestured at the trunk meaningfully.

But Branch intervened, putting a hand up. “Now wait, wait a second, hold on. Must we do this?”

John Dory rubbed his chin. “Hmm. Alright, those who aren’t in favor, raise your hands,” he said, putting the decision up to vote.

As it turned out, Branch was the only one among the seven who followed through on that.

“‘Kay. Now, all in favor of sharing Branch’s totally brodacious and all-around awesome Bitty-B-baby photographs, put ‘em up!”

Six hands flew up into the air without hesitation.

Branch rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“YAY!” Poppy cheered, clapping her hands with Viva and giving her boyfriend a great big hug in gratitude.

John Dory grinned as he reached into the trunk - full to the brim with Branch-centered memorabilia, cut-outs, magazine-clippings, and pictures - and pulled out the first item to share. Poppy squealed as he began to explain.

“Hehehe, this one” - he started, gesturing at a photograph of Baby Branch suspended on a glitter wire - “was when we were deciding how Branch was gonna make his first live appearance. We thought about having him lower down onto the stage from above, but, hehehe, he was kinda afraid of heights.”

“I was a baby, John Dory. Everything around me looked big! So… yeah,” Branch said in his defense, crossing his arms.

Bruce had a turn picking next, and gave a knowing “Ohhh,” when he saw what it was. “Debut outfit idea that, of course, didn’t work because of, well… the obvious.” When he showed the photo, it was Baby Branch with his head barely peeking out of the top of a puffy blue vest, BroZone’s signature white slacks on his bottom and trailing behind him like a gown’s train.

“I wasn’t the same size as you all back then,” Branch said with a tone in his voice that exhibited a “duh!”

“Aw, but at least you’ll fit in it now, right, sweetie?” Poppy cooed lovingly to him.

He had to smirk at his girlfriend’s neverending optimism. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Clay laughed when he pulled out the next photograph. “Ohhh, man… Grandma’s birthday,” he said fondly. “Each of us had a hand in getting together her special Fluffleberry cake. Bruce and I made the batter. John Dory and Floyd took care of the baking. And Branch, hehehe… he helped decorate. Although, I think he might’ve ended up decorating himself more than the cake.” He turned the photo around so the others could see the little blue Troll baby covered from head to toe in colorful icing and sprinkles.

“It was my first time!” Branch wailed. “And believe me, I had icing in places I didn’t even know I had.” He shuddered to remember. “It was unpleasant.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we took you to the bath right after,” Floyd said with a little grin. The grin became wider when he pulled out the next photo. “Oh my, and speaking of baths… can’t forget your first shower, can we?”

Branch’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment when the baby photo depicted him pictured from behind, the soap bubbles barely hiding his birthday suit.

“Whoaho!” JD cracked up., “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday!”

“I guess you could say it happens only once in a blue moon, am I right?” Clay joked, Bruce laughing alongside him.

“OH!” Poppy squeaked in surprise, blushing, while Viva gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

“This just goes to showcase a whole new meaning to ‘junk in the trunk!’” Branch humphed with whatever dignity he had left, referring to John Dory’s trunk of memorabilia. Although, his older brother didn’t interpret the statement that way.

“I’ll say!” he hollered, stooping down to slap Branch in the rear.

“OUCH! JD!”

The goggled Troll giggled in response to his shout.

Branch huffed and plopped down to the ground, both as a way to ensure that John Dory wouldn’t do that again and as a way to make himself comfortable. Because - as the elder Troll took his turn sifting through the trunk for another good photograph and story attached to it, and his brothers eagerly awaited their next turns, and his girlfriend sat there nearly panting in anticipation - Branch realized that he would be there for quite some time.

Yep. A nice loooong time.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction #thanks for the ask! #kittyball answers #100+

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Hibernation

Set post-game. Halsin starts to feel more tired every day and knows what it means---he will need to hibernate. NSFW.

“Daddy Halsin, are you alright?” One of the tiefling children asked him. He had been showing the children how to take care of the vegetable seeds they had planted in the greenhouse when a jolt of fatigue went through him. Third time this has happened today. Is it that time again? “Daddy Halsin?”

He offered a gentle smile to the child. “Yes, Eustace. I’m well, simply tired.”

One of the other children, a human girl named Poppy, thought for a moment before suggesting, “You should take a nap with Miss Annie, Daddy Halsin. You’re always so happy after being with her!”

He could not help but laugh and ruffled the child’s hair. “You’re very right, Poppy! Miss Annie does make me happy.” He looked at one of the druids, a dragonborn from Baldur’s Gate. “Can you continue their lesson, friend? After, let them wander the square and play to their hearts’ content.”

The druid gave a nod. “Of course. Now children…”

Thankfully Halsin was able to slip away without too much crying, and soon he opened the door to his and Anais’s cottage on the edge of what was Reithwin and now known as Moonrise. He and his beloved agreed to live away from the town center (so I may easily go into the woods whenever I please) but with a kitchen of her design (higher than usual counters and a large hearth) and additions of nature throughout. It was a beautiful home. Certainly not as grand as that manor she grew up in, but thankfully her tastes are much simpler than her mother’s. He smelled something sweet as he entered the cottage. Honey cakes?

“You’re back early!” Anais looked up from her book. She was sitting at the table, her apron covered in flour.

He smiled as he bent to kiss her. She is perfect. She fills my heart with such joy. “I was feeling tired.”

“Again?” Her voice was tinged with worry.

Pulling up his chair next to hers, he sighed. “Yes, but I think I know what it is.” She offered an encouraging nod, and he continued. “Every so often, the bear needs to hibernate. It’s getting to be that time.” He watched as she put a slip of paper inside her book and closed it.

“How long?”

“It can range from a week to three months. It’s never the same, and I won’t know for long I’ve been hibernating until I wake.” She’s going to ask if she can come with me. Oh Annie, please…

As she serious as he had ever seen her, she asked, “Can I come with you?”

He sandwiched one of her hands in his as he shook his head. “No. It’s far too dangerous. Best to stay here and—” Please don’t fight me on this. It’s too dangerous. Far, far too dangerous.

Anais smiled sadly. “Carry on as best I can.”

The two sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “I will write to your mother, Nadia, and Astarion to see if any of them would like to be with you while I’m gone. Or perhaps Gale could make the trip from Waterdeep. Or Shadowheart and her parents?” I would also suggest Wyll and Karlach, but alas, they cannot return from Avernus, and gods know where Lae’zel is.

Her other hand now rested on the top of his. “Oh no, please. I don’t want to be a bother. Besides, I’m not alone when I have Scratch, Horace, and Obie here. And there’s also everyone in town. I’ll be okay.” She reassured him with a kiss on his cheek.

Their foreheads touched as he closed his eyes. I don’t want you to feel alone. I want you to be surrounded by love and care while I hibernate. It will make my sleep much more peaceful. “Since we have coupled, we have not spent one night apart. I worry if my hibernation lasts more than a week or two you will be lonely, my heart.” And it breaks my heart to see you sad.

She wrinkled her nose and gave him a quick peck. “Oh, I’ll be alright. Don’t worry about me.” Impossible, dearest one. “Is there anything else we need to do before you, I assume, go into a cave and sleep?”

Halsin chuckled heartily. “Yes! I’ll start scouting for one tomorrow. There is something else, Annie. I need to put on some weight.”

Anais raised an eyebrow. “How much?”

“Usually between forty to sixty pounds. Though,” he remembered a specific hibernation, soon after the Shadow Curse took hold. “There was one time I barely put on forty pounds, and it was…erm, not a pleasant experience. So please forgive me if I eat us out of house and home for the next several weeks.” Upon hearing her laugh, he shook his head. “You’re taking this remarkably well, my heart.”

She waved a dismissive hand with a grin. “To be honest, when you pass a certain point, some things are just filed under ‘strange but interesting druid things.’ This happens to be one of them.” Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she rose to check the items in the oven. “Ooh, these are all done.” Taking the honey cakes out of the oven, she placed the tray on the stovetop. “Nice and fresh, love, though if you’re going to grab one or two, just wait until they cool a bit.”

Chuckling, he rose and embraced her from behind, his large, calloused hands resting on her apron covered belly. “I was…thinking of something else, my love. As I make ready for hibernation, what if I leave you a piece of me?” We’ve spoken about this before, but why does my heart race so?

“A piece of you, hm? A lock of your hair perhaps?” She cannot be serious. “Or,” Praise Silvanus, she’s teasing. “Something else entirely?”

He huffed a breath as he tugged on her earlobe. “Does ‘something else entirely’ cover me filling you to the brim with my seed until it takes, blessing us with a child?”

A small gasp escaped her, her hands now covering his. Attempting to cover mine. Hers are smaller…and so very lovely. “What a coincidence it does! When shall we begin, Halsin love?”

He gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her and taking a honey cake. “Right after I have a few of these, my heart.”

They spent the rest of the day in bed---laughing, making love, and Halsin leaving the bed every so often for more honey cakes. How blessed am I to love a woman who is brave, brilliant, beautiful, and an excellent baker. Annie is truly one of a kind.

***

Halsin was in heaven.

Or what was as close as he would get to it.

In wildshape, he was on his back in a small clearing outside Moonrise, his belly full of fruit, milk, and honey as Anais scratched behind a soft ear. She had been reading a book her mother sent (“More bawdy romance, love” she said) after a morning filled with music lessons for the children. She has taken on the role of teacher so well. The way she lights up when they learn something new is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

“I still have some more strawberries if you’re still hungry, my handsome bear.” she said sweetly. Annie always casts Speak to Animals or drinks a Potion of Animal Speaking before I go into wildshape. The sweetest and most thoughtful woman alive… “There’s still plenty of honey too.”

He huffed. “In a short while, my heart. Need things to settle first.”

She nodded, her nose wrinkling. “Alright, love.” Placing her bookmark where she left off, she closed the book and put it down. She then shifted so she was sitting closer to the bear’s middle. “Belly rub?”

Silvanus preserve me. “If…if that is something you wish to do, sweet one, then by all means.”

Anais slowly rubbed circles on his fur-covered belly, humming her favorite waltz. To Halsin, he had never seen a more beautiful sight. The way the sun is hitting her skin, it appears as if she’s glowing with radiance. Oak Father, thank you for sending her to me. Upon hearing him moan, she chuckled. “That good, huh?”

“You’ve no idea…feels so good, my heart…”

She puckered her lips a little and winked at him. Another way of giving each other kisses while I’m in wildshape. “Good. And don’t worry, my beautiful bear---I love doing things for you, big or small.” How true that is, especially anything with the children. She adores every child and acts as a mother to all. “Oh, and before I forget---the care package from Mum should be arriving tomorrow or the day after. I told her to put in lots of snacks with honey in them for you.”

Halsin groaned loudly as she continued her ministrations. “So thoughtful, lover. You’re so good…” As I hope I am to you. Perhaps I should show her how much I adore her. A golden glow surrounded him as he wildshaped back into an elf. “Come here to me…”

Smiling softly, she shifted to lay down next to him, curling into his more substantial side. Not that she minds. I could be a worm, and she would love me. Blessings be upon you, Oak Father. Thank you for her. “Always coming to you. For you. On you.” She snorted, beginning to laugh. “With you.” They laughed for a few minutes with Halsin tickling her upper arm.

He pressed several kisses to her red hair and murmured, “Come with me before you start supper. Come with me after. Come with me once more after dessert…and more…” Seeing the knowing grin tugging on her lips, he held onto her wide hips as she straddled him. And mindful of how full I am. I am blessed. “More…” She will know how much I desire her.

She rocked a little on the ever-growing bulge in his trousers and chuckled. “And you accuse me of being greedy? You’ve been wanting me more than usual, lover. I’m not complaining, mind you.” Her hands traveled down her sides and rested on top of his. “Is this how it usually is for you when preparing for hibernation?”

He furrowed his brow. “Hmm, the fire burns a little hotter some years but never like this.”

Anais thought for a moment. “Maybe because the burdens you once carried---the battle at Moonrise, the Shadow Curse, Thaniel, the responsibilities of the grove---are no longer present? You said yourself your heart feels lighter than it has in centuries.”

“Very true. It could be that. It could be something else entirely. However,” he squeezed her hips and stared at her with his most loving gaze. “I will choose to believe it is because of you.” After all, it is because of you that light shines here once more. Nature thrives here because of you. My heart is full of joy every day because of you.

Her cheeks flushed pink. Nature blessed her in so many beautiful ways. “You are quite possibly the sweetest man to ever exist,” she smiled brighter than a million suns. “And I adore you.” Untying the laces on his breeches (which are far too tight in more ways than one), she freed his aching member, earning her a groan. “Time to come with me, love.” Hiking up her dress a little, she slowly sank down his massive length and not being silent about it as is her way. Finally, be loud, my heart! “Decided against panties today…had a feeling we’d be…” Yes. Good. Very good, my love. “Gods, I’ve no idea how I get you inside me every time…you’re so bloody huge…”

“Ah, and yet, you take me so well!” He let her adjust to him for a few moments until he was fully hilted inside her. Oak Father take me. She is your most lovely creation. Thrusting slowly, Halsin bit back a moan as she rolled her soft hips. “Annie…my love…”

She clenched around him and squeezed her brown eyes shut. “W-what do you desire?”

“To stay like this…and…” He licked his lips. “The honey.”

With ease, Anais summoned a pair of mage hands that opened the jar of honey and brought it back to her and Halsin. “How should we do this?” She clenched around him and moaned softly. “Eat honey off my hand? Pour?”

“Pour…please, my heart…” He panted, his cock twitching inside her. Oak Father, fill me with your bounty, and let me fill her with my seed. “Please, I beg of you…”

Her cheeks turned redder as she smiled sweetly, tipping the jar towards his lips. “No need to beg, my handsome bear.” She cooed. “I can’t possibly tease the one who owns my heart, can I? Not when he’s been so incredibly good to me lately.” Her smile grew brighter as he swallowed the honey. How am I so blessed? It is the highest honor to hold your heart, dearest one. “That’s it, Halsin love. Jar’s almost empty, and then,” she winked. “Want to me to bounce on your cock for a bit?”

Gulping down the rest of the honey, his calloused hands squeezed her soft hips and thrusted upwards making her to moan. More. I must have more. My blood is on fire. All I want is her. All I need is her. Her. Annie. My heart. My everything.

His everything then tossed the empty jar aside as Halsin swallowed, rolling her hips slowly. “Fucking hells, you’re so bloody much, love…” She reached for his hands, grasping them in hers. “Gods…Halsin, fill me…please…”

“As if…I can ever…deny you…” He huffed, thrusting with as much frequency as he could. He could feel his own end coming quickly but hoped as always that she comes first. It is only right that my sweetest Annie experience pleasure before me. Giving one of her hands a squeeze, he let go. The hand dove under her dress to find the spot where they were joined and began to rub furiously. He reveled in her reaction---completely, openly, happily debauched. That I am the cause of her pleasure brings me so much joy…more so knowing that she feels the same for me. “And if this doesn’t take…I shall fill you again, my love.” So close. Oak Father, hear me---let me bring her bliss always. Let this be the seed that creates life.

“HALSIN!” Anais screamed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Moments later, he reached his own peak, hazel eyes glowing gold. Several grunts escaped him as he once again gripped both her hands. “Annie…” Halsin sighed, feeling not only impossibly full but entirely spent.

She rolled off him and onto her back, staring at the sky. “Yes?”

“Perhaps we may nap here a while before returning home?” He waited for her to respond before noticing she immediately fell asleep. Chuckling, he laid on his side and brushed a few strands of red hair out of her perfect face. “Rest now, sweet one, for there will be more later.”

***

Today is the day. Halsin heaved a sigh as his feet hit the bedroom floor. Today I will leave to hibernate. Today I leave Annie for who knows how long. Annie, my love… As tears began to form in his eyes, he remembered something she said the previous night that made his heart feel lighter.

“Think of it this way---you’re taking a lot of me with you.” Anais wrinkled her nose, giggled, and kissed his cheek. “About sixty pounds worth, I’d say. I’m keeping you snuggly warm until you wake and return to me.”

He was not ashamed to admit that he began to cry after hearing her say that and held her in his arms for some time, refusing to let her go. Not that she minds. She once said if she could spend eternity in my arms she would. The feeling is certainly mutual, my heart.

“I packed a few more herbs to make healing potions in your bag. And some freshly baked cinnamon rolls!” Anais said as she leaned in the doorway of their bedroom. While she was smiling, it did not reach her brown eyes. “I keep trying to think if there’s anything else you need—”

Halsin held up a hand. “You’ve done enough, my love. I am more than prepared for hibernation.” Standing, he grabbed the only pair of trousers that still fit and put them on. “All thanks to you of course.” He smiled warmly at her as he tied them. Loosely. They’ll be off as soon as I reach the cave. Then wildshape. Then sleep. And hopefully dream of her. “Your mother is still arriving tomorrow?”

“Yes. I think she might be staying longer than originally planned. Now that she knows the Ironworks can indeed function without her, she wants to see just how long it can function without her.” She giggled and walked to Halsin, giving him an adoring look over. “Gods, you’re gorgeous. Do you know that, love?”

He enveloped her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her head. “I am nothing when compared to your beauty. Nature truly outdid itself when it created you.”

She rested her head under his chin and grinned. “Flatterer.”

“It’s not flattery when it’s true, my heart.”

Normally she would banter with him further. Instead, she hummed softly and ran her hands over his back and sides. “I’m going to miss you.” She whispered after a few minutes.

Annie, please. I do not wish to cry. I want to leave you with a smile, not with any more tears. “As I will miss you, sweet one. Oak Father willing, I will return to you much sooner than we think.” He cupped her face and kissed her forehead gently. OH! “Remember that Eustace loves—”

“The lavender soap at bathtime. I know. They’ll be alright.”

He had said goodbye to the children the previous night, and while it was not easy for anyone (there were many tears shed and hugs given), he knew they were in the best hands. “Forgive me, I—”

She silenced him with a short kiss and a knowing smile. “We’ll be alright. Now,” she stepped back and sighed, hands on her hips. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

He laughed and hugged her one more time. “I love you, Annie.”

More than you will ever know.

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[mybeautifuldelirium]

Centuries Apart || Aemond Targaryen x got!Reader part 1

Requested by: @caspianobsessed

CHAPTER LIST

A/N: so I’m obsessed with this idea and would really love to turn this into a series so let me know if you’d be interested xx

Summary: Y/N is from the game of thrones era, the younger sister of Daenerys, but after the fall of her house and the throne being taken away once again, she has no choice but to go back in time to where it all went wrong, trying to change the fate of House Targaryen. But will anyone from that era even believe her? What price will she have to pay?

Warnings: angst, idk if this would be considered incest tbh lol, game of thrones spoilers

This was not how the story was supposed to end. No, the iron throne was meant to be hers, it belonged to her, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the house which had built this very kingdom, now burned to ashes and the rightful heir, slain by her own kin.

But it was not all of House Targaryen that had perished. There was one last dragon left, Y/N Targaryen, The Silver princess , the youngest daughter of the Mad King. The realm thought the princess had died, perhaps not long after her own sister yet she was destined to live, her limp body pulled from under the crumbled walls of the keep and brought to Volantis. Kinvara was her name, the name of Y/N’s savior, the very same red priestess who had once advised Daenerys.

“How did you get there? Why did you save me?” Y/N groaned from pain as she tried to get up.

“The Lord of Light saved you, you were meant to live” she simply replied without even turning to look at the girl.

“They betrayed her. He betrayed her. He is not a true Targaryen, Jon Snow will always be a cowardice bastard” the princess hissed, thoughts of the traitorous actions of her nephew, filling her with burning rage. “We won their battle, my sister sacrificed her dragons, her only children and now the legacy that our ancestors built once again has fallen in the hands of usurpers” tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Pulling at weeds won’t cure what was caused by a seed planted centuries ago” Kinvara recited, staring at the burning flames, as if caught in a trance.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N’s face twisted in confusion.

“You can’t change the future when it was set in stone in the past” the red priestess continued, finally turning around as she slowly walked towards the wounded princess. “There is only one way to ward off the doom of House Targaryen and that is to go back to the era, responsible for the present.

“You mean Robert’s Rebellion?” the girl inquired, still not making sense of Kinvara’s words.

“No, my dear. The damage was done many decades before” the red woman gently took her hand “I can help you go back in time, though you must know every minor action in the past is bound to change the future”

“I don’t think I understand. What am I supposed to do?” Y/N looked up, her violet gaze widened with bewilderment.

“The Lord Of Light saved you for a reason child, he will guide you there” she said, handing her a small mirror, its glass black as night “But will you ever return, I can’t answer that”

“If I’m not to return, how will I know if I’ve changed the fate?”

“You will” the red priestess reverted her gaze back to the burning flames. “But do make your own decision, there is no going back”

A great sacrifice this was for the young princess, throwing her life away, leaving behind all she’d known. But what really did she have left? Everything she ever loved, now gone, the lands of her ancestors, usurped by traitors, the magnificent dragons, sigil of her house, long perished. There was nothing keeping her here.

“I’ll do it, for my house, for House Targaryen”

-

The following moments were a foggy blur for Y/N, she had no recollection of the events after she had spoken her consent. Was it all a fever dream, caused by the milk of the poppy? She cautiously got up, all the pain from her wounds now gone, then she knew. It wasn’t a dream. She was no longer in Volantis.

Everything looked so familiar yet so different, the girl wandered through the busy streets, trying to figure out where she was. Clutching at the hood of her black cloak, Y/N then saw it, the red keep. The very same magnificent castle that just days ago had been burned down to ashes, now standing tall as the banners, blowing in the wind, displaying the dragon sigil, the sigil of House Targaryen, her house. The princess’s eyes welled up as she indulged in the scenery before her, a scenery she had started to believe her eyes would never see.

Distracted by her thoughts Y/N hadn’t noticed the civilians trying to pass by her, until an angry merchant pushed her so hard that she fell right into someone’s arms.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t-“ the girl started apologizing to the person she was thrown into but as soon as her eyes met his, all words suddenly left her.

The man had only one eye, the other covered by an eyepatch, yet as soon as that familiar violet gaze of his met her own, she knew, a Targaryen, just like her.

The man before her was left just as speechless, gently picking up a silver lock of Y/N’s hair as her hood had fallen from the push. But before the girl could comprehend the situation, her back was met with the cold stonewall of a nearby building as the man’s hands were now firmly holding at her neck.

“Who are you?” he hissed, squeezing harder as his eye widened, directly staring at hers.

“My prince, don’t forget why we came here” a dark haired man pulled at her captor’s shoulder “Let's not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves”

“Take her to the castle and make sure no one sees you” the one eyed man commanded with no emotion harshly releasing the breathless girl, leaving her gasping for air. “I’ll seek to my brother’s whereabouts”

His companion tried to object but to no avail, so he sighed, pulling Y/N’s hood over her head of silver locks and grabbed at her arm.

“Who are you, where are you taking me? Let go!” The princess finally spoke but her screams were muffled by his gloved hand so she had no choice but to oblige and follow the older man.

He led her through the crowds of people without a single word of explanation leaving his lips. As they reached the castle, he dragged the helpless girl to a tucked away passage by the cliffs surrounding the Red Keep, leading her through a seemingly endless spiral staircase then pushing her into a small chamber at the very top of the tower.

“You’re to stay here until prince Aemond returns” the man finally spoke “Don’t think of trying to escape”

“Prince Aemond” Y/N’s eyes widened, of course, that explained the eyepatch. Her brother Viserys used to tell her and Dany stories about the tragedy of The Dance of Dragons, she vividly remembered the tale of the one eyed prince, the rider of Vhagar, the kinslayer. This same man who just moments ago had almost strangled her to death, she slid her fingers over the red markings on her neck. What had she gotten herself into

The sun was beginning to set as Y/N’s exhaustion prevailed and she drifted into a light slumber on the dusty daybed only for a fumble of keys to wake her up. And there he was again, Aemond One Eye Targaryen, standing before her, a living proof that none of the prior events were a mere dream.

“Now speak woman, who are you?” The prince said with the same emotionless voice from earlier.

Y/N stood up in front of him, getting a better view of his face. Now that he wasn’t wearing his hood she could finally see the so distinctive silver Targaryen locks falling over his shoulders and across his chest. The princess had never seen any other Targaryen beside her late siblings and it was almost as if she was looking at them through his so familiar violet gaze.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N of House Targaryen” the girl replied, new found confidence in her words.

The man let out a hoarse laugh as he pushed her against the wall.

“This does not true Targaryen make” he taunted, picking up a lock of her silver hair “Now tell me, who are you really? Perhaps one of my uncle’s bastards, a daughter of a whore of his?”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his crude words, unable to contain her rage at the insult of her heritage, she slapped the prince with full force across his smug face. Aemond let out an angry growl but as he turned back his head, the girl had managed to escape his grip and was already running down the stairwell.

The poor girl was in a complete state of frenzy as she was rushing through the long corridors of the keep, not taking a moment to catch her breath. How could she fail her task so quickly, how could she let her guard down, maybe she should’ve never accepted the red priestess’ offer.

Suddenly she bumped into a cold piece of metal, the bewildered face of a guard staring down at her, the girl tried to fight back and get away but to no avail as she was being escorted to the throne room.

“Your grace, this woman was running through the hallways. I don’t know how she got here” the guard said, pushing the princess to her knees in front of the iron throne.

Y/N cursed under her breath as she lifted her head. The iron throne, the very throne her beloved sister had so deeply longed for, the very throne that was to be taken from them, the very throne that was to be burned into ashes.

A boy, not too much older than her was sitting before her, the same silver hair, the same violet eyes, she knew this had to be king Aegon II, the king who had usurped the rightful heir, princess Rhaenyra. There were two other people standing beside him who Y/N assumed to be no other than his mother, queen Alicent Hightower and his grandfather, Otto Hightower. They were all staring speechless at the princess as if she were a rare dangerous creature.

“Do not fret mother, undoubtedly one of Daemon’s bastards” Aemond spat in disgust as he had just entered the throne room.

“I’m not a bastard!” the girl yelled, finally standing up. She tried to hit the prince once again but this time he caught her hand so she spat in his good eye.

“You little-” Aemond cursed in disgust but was cut off by Otto.

“Silence” the older man stood up “You, who are you, who sent you?”

“I’m no bastard” the girl spoke throwing a glance of disgust at Aemond “I am Y/N of House Targaryen, the Silver Princess, daughter of The Mad King, Aerys Targaryen”

“What blasphemous nonsense are you speaking?” Alicent’s voice trembled with hints of dread “Is this one of Rhaenyra’s tricks?”

“I know this sounds insane, but you have to believe me” Y/N pleaded in desperation “I was sent back here from centuries ahead to change the fate of House Targaryen”

“She’s completely mad” Aegon laughed “Take her to the dungeons”

“No! Wait, please! You have to help me” Y/N screamed as she was being dragged out by the guard. She was pulling and kicking at him but he was much stronger than her and kept walking until something fell to the ground, making a rattling sound. Her little mirror from Kinvara.

A bright beam of light stemmed out of the black glass, morphing into vivid images of the past and of the future right until the very moments of Y/N’s life.

The hall had gone completely silent, everyone staring in disbelief, it felt like time had stopped.

“So you were telling the truth?” Otto finally broke the silence, his face pale as a ghost.

“Yes, I told you” the princess replied with a new stroke of confidence, finally releasing herself from the guard’s grasp “I can help you win the war. I know the future”

“Why should we trust her?” Alicent intervened before her father was able to respond “She’s a witch, what if this is all a ploy?”

“Enough Alicent” Otto cut off his daughter, a devious smirk playing on his lips as he approached the girl “She can prove us a valuable weapon”

“And how can we ensure her loyalty?” Aemond shook his head.

“Perhaps becoming your wife and bearing your heirs will keep her faithful” Otto grinned, caressing Y/N’s silver locks.

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[eggsaladsandwhic]

Wading in Waist-High Water

Tags: Established Relationship Knives x (F! Reader), Slightly NSFW, Angst but Comfort, Accidental Non-con(into it then not), CONSENT IS KEY, Very Feral Plant Behavior, Blood, Songfic

Update: EDITED THIS I ADDED MORE

Based around my little headcannons on him.

Had an idea while listening to this song that made me foam at the mouth. Knives invites you over in hoping to finally stake his claim and gets unbelievably down bad horny. Reader not being ready at all to tie themselves permanently to Knives it turns out ( I would lol). Knives gets frustrated cause he wishes he didn't do it.

"And we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose,"

Perhaps in the dead of night you should've gotten the signal of what Nai wanted from you. Calling you to come over late spontaneously is As you made your way to Nai's house in the dead of night, your heart was heavy with anticipation. The city was quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the gentle rustling of the leaves on the trees. He's never called you this late at night, so why tonight? Maybe you should've known better than listening to his soft and alluring words through the phone. The wish to please and not disappoint flows like a river through your skull. You grabbed half a dozen fresh poppy seed muffins off the counter on your way out for Vash. It has to be for Vash right? Maybe he's having a rough night and Nai knows how well you can comfort his brother, better than he can some days that's for sure. The walk was only a couple blocks from your apartment to the shared house they're currently renting. Standing in front of the door muffins in hand, a raised hand ready to knock, however Nai beat you to it already opening the door. Knived tendrils drag you in quickly and close the door behind, a small shout leaving your lips. Nai's arms and tendrils encircle you strongly while dulled blades flatten and smooth against your skin. When Nai opened the door, his eyes lit up with an intensity that made your heart drop and burn. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. At a time you would've feared this, his love even, but tonight feels different still. He had sent away the muffins as quickly as you brought them into the house and spoke no words. He brought a hand onto your lower back and guided you gently to his room, while all the tendrils from him slithered and pressed tight further. His gaze is hungry, wanting, it's something possessive, you're not dumb enough to not understand his intentions but you want to see how far he goes. Cruel on your part, to want to deny him his ritual, but you have boundaries that should not be pushed. Nai gets what he wants usually and while you loved him, sometimes he needs to learn the hard way. The door behind you clicks into it's lock, your eyes trace the blue markings trailing across your lovers body. As you stood in his room, the only light came from the moon filtering through the window. His fingers traced a line down your arm, and you could feel the weight of his blades encircle and constrict. He tilts his head in acknowledgement, his thoughts want you to tell him he looks pretty, let him bite into that skin of yours, be his please. His love was all-consuming, and he needed to fill you whole with himself.

"Soon as I knew you,

All so wide open

Wading inside of fire,"

Love makes you do stupid things and today it was the simple action of nodding your head. Keeping your gaze to him unwaveringly you sat on his bed, thumbing at the comforter below as you watch his movements precise. A blade passes by your left carotid artery, causing you to grit your teeth in pain as a small cut form and makes you instinctively bare your neck.

"And I love you so violent

More than maybe I can do,"

Nai doesn't let a moment pass to dive in at the opportunity and let's his fangs latch onto the source. His teeth sink in deep causing you to groan loudly and arch your back into his form, while his arms hold you in firm place. Nai leaned in and lapped the blood from your skin, his tongue tracing the line of the wound. His lips found yours, and you tasted the iron tang of your own blood on his tongue. Tendrils sneak around your wrists and pull them taut on the bed as small alarmed whimpers pass through your teeth. He grinds softly against your heat letting growls and purrs slip through the cracks of his dance to you. He's mumbling incoherently and keeps an iron grip on your hips, you can feel his erection sway with every movement. Feeling his hips grind against you, his hard length pressing against the inside of your thigh. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch as he sought to claim you as his own. You could feel his fangs grazing your skin, ready to sink in once more. It was too much, too fast, your brain overwhelming your senses. As panic and arousal warred within you, you knew that you had a choice to make. If you didn't stop him, he would take what he wanted without hesitation. Breathing heavily as Nai continued his onslaught you let your mind speak it's words;

'Nai I'm not ready'.

The blue dancing lights in your vision fade and the silver metal stops dancing around your skin. Tears prick the side of your eyes and your vision goes blurry as you feel the tension held snap like a rubber band. Nai's hands softly cup your face as he murmurs sweet nothings and leans your body upwards to sit. If you hadn't been officially crying before you're well aware you are now as you softly hiccup. Hands grasp your own and foreheads touch, a thrumming current passes through as you calm down. Nai looks to make sure the connection would heal the bite wound, and after a moment all was left was scar tissue and leftover blood. His brow furrows and back slouches in anger as he sits next to you on the bed, keeping a distance between you. You know it's not because of you, but because of the situation that brought him to this point.

'I was too much'

'Theres nothing wrong with loving too much'

'And if I tear you apart?'

'Would you take away what made you learn love?'

'....No'

You shuffle back to him and lean into his side, grasping the sides of his face and bring your foreheads together, reigniting the connection. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, and for tonight you understand. In this moment, you know that he's afraid, he hurts for hurting, but it's his love. It's a wish to latch on and cling, and sometimes his emotions burst at the seems and overflow into you. You hum a soft tune between you both, your bodies rock in unison while both of your eyes stay closed. Unbeknownst to Nai his markings mirror back onto your skin, a soft teal in comparison to his own tethered anchor. For tonight he understands, and your souls dance around in the moonlight.

'I love you Nai Saverem'

'And I to you'

"Now we're finally aligning

More than maybe I can choose,"

ITS 3AM BUT RAAAAAAAAAA. Jesus H. Christ that was full brain power. Anyways hope y'all enjoyed this snack as much I did writing it.

Edited this when I woke up 👍

#millions knives #fanfic #knives x reader #trigun #trigun smut #trigun stampede #knives x you #trigun knives #vash the stampede #trigun au #knives x y/n

[thevirginwitch]

New Moon in Capricorn - January 11, 2024

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This is a successful period for career development and long-term planning. You may be feeling extra ambitious to tackle new projects, or finally gather the courage to go for the new promotion or job you’ve been looking for.

Your emotions will be moved to the backburner during this time, however. You may be feeling more guarded and there will be a breakdown of communication between your heart and your head – try not to dwell on these inner turmoils, and be wary when spending time with others who may not be understanding of this emotionally-absent period.

Your energy is best spent on patience and self-control, and investments and long-term plans. Plus, a little self-care never hurt anyone!

Correspondences

Herbs/Plants

Hemlock

Comfrey

Hemp

Pansy

Ivy

Red & Black Poppy

Horsetail

Pine

Elm

Yew

Poplar

Crystals

Turquoise

Amethyst

Other

Gold

Green

Off-white

Earth

Winter

Goats

Pigs

Number 8

Journaling Prompts

What does “success” mean to me?

How can I re-evaluate my finances to better suit my goals?

What is a project I’ve always wanted to start, but was too scared to? What small steps can I take to begin that project?

Spells, Charms, Rituals & More

Successful Growth Jar Spell

This spell is a lot like a sourdough starter – keep feeding it and as it grows, so will your success! This is very similar to a money bowl, but in my opinion, it’s more like an altar that you can constantly work on and change. Plus, it kinda looks like those vases from the 90s/2000s filled with neon sand art, so… that's a plus.

Materials

A large, tall jar (I'm using an old pasta jar)

Rice for abundance

Bay leaves for wishes, luck, manifestation and abundance

Coins and/or dollar bills for abundance

Ground cinnamon or cinnamon sticks for success and abundance

Pecans and/or walnuts for success

Paper

Pen or pencil

Permanent marker

Instructions

Take your rice and layer a good amount at the bottom of your jar, maybe an inch or so. This will be the “foundation” of your spell, and represents the beginnings of your success.

Next, write on a few bay leaves what the “seeds” of your success will be. For example, “time”, “energy”, or “commitment” – things that will grant you the success that you want. Bury them in the rice.

Sprinkle ground cinnamon on the rice (or, shove sticks of cinnamon into the rice). This will represent your efforts to grow your success.

Lastly, sprinkle walnuts or pecans on top. These pieces will represent the “buds” of your success; the beginnings of your rewards.

Now, as time goes on, with each accomplishment you make, write it down on a strip of paper, fold it up, and place it in the jar. With patience, the jar will continue to grow until it is overflowing with accomplishments and successes.

Walnut Charms for Prosperity

Materials

Whole walnut(s) for prosperity

Whole cloves for prosperity

Bay leaves for wishes, luck, manifestation and abundance

Rice for abundance

Super glue or twine/string

Golden metallic paint and a paintbrush (optional)

Instructions

Carefully open your walnuts and clean out the shells.

In each shell, place cloves, crumbled bay leaves, and a few grains of rice.

Charge each shell by meditating, with a candle, or however else you see fit.

Once charged, carefully superglue or tie the two halves of the shell back together.

(Optional) Paint your walnut with gold metallic paint.

Leave on your altar and carry the charm with you when you feel the need for some extra prosperity. Once you feel it has done its job, you may bury the charm in your backyard.

Other Ideas & Considerations

Paint your nails gold or green

Carry cinnamon sticks and/or bay leaves with you or in your wallet

DIY your own wind chimes to carry in good luck

Great time to begin any long-term workings you might be considering

#thevirginwitch #witchcraft #witch #witchblr #witchy #witches of tumblr #new moon #capricorn #moon phases #astrology #astrology witch #astrology magic #luck #luck magic #career magic #career spell #prosperity #abundance #luck spell #prosperity spell #money spell #crystals #crystal witch

[shadowxamyweek]

I think a nice date in with cake ans movies and cuddling would be good for him.

... Hey Shadow, ever built a blanket fort?

Amy: Eeeehehehehe [Shadow turns their head just enough to see Amy from their vantage point on the couch.] Amy: So I have been experimenting~! Shadow: (ᓀ ᓀ)? [Amy fusses in the kitchen.] Amy: I know you're not super fond of sweets, but I had been wanting to try to make this really fun cake for a while. It's not what I normally go for, but I played around with the recipe a bit aaaaand. [Amy comes into the living room, cake in hand. It's a small, square, purple thing. There is a little powdered sugar on top in a pattern that looks like a daisy. From between the cake layers ooze bright yellow.] Amy: TADAAAAAA! Shadow:Σ(O_O) Amy: It's a blue peaflower cake! Well, okay, it's a lemon poppy peaflower cake- say that ten times fast, wow- with extra lemon and extra poppy seeds, and- [She swipes some of the yellow filling from the plate and pops the finger in her mouth, smiling.] Amy- lemon curd. For extra zest. Shadow: (•ิ.•ิ)! Amy: Do you want to try it now or-? Shadow: Yes. Amy: Haha! (๑⁀ᗢ⁀๑) Okay! Let me just get you a plate and some utensils. Shadow: ... Aren't you having some as well? [Amy waves a hand in reply to his expression as she moves back toward the kitchen.] Amy: That's for you, not me! [Amy hears shuffling. When she turns around, knife, plate, and fork in hand, she finds Shadow fully turned towards her, arm braced over the edge of the couch. Their brow is furrowed in confusion. She laughs, shrugging. She cannot make eye contact.] Amy: I... don't like the way it tastes. And- and that's not saying I made it wrong! I didn't! I just didn't make it for me, you know? I made it for you! Shadow: (¬ ¬) Amy: It's- you know! It's like how Cream loves pineapple, but I don't. It gives me such a stomach ache, ugh. But I still make her pineapple upside-down cake for her birthday! I'm not gonna *not* make something just because I don't want to eat it! [Amy hands Shadow the plate and utensils over the back of the couch.] Amy: If I get myself a small bowl of ice cream, will you stop making faces at me. Shadow:(¬‿¬) Amy: Ugh, fiiiiiine! But only because I can't stand that look, mister! And you better tell me honestly what you think of that cake! Shadow:(´֊`)

[Amy smiles, then as she turns to go back into the kitchen, she looks outside to the cold, grey sky. She pauses.] Amy: Hey... quick question, have you ever made a pillow fort? [Shadow pauses, then shakes their head.] Amy: Well, I guess I know what we're doing after this then! Because if I'm having icecream, then I'm going to be cold, and if I'm cold... I'm going to want snuggles (๑￢ᴗ￢๑) Shadow: Σ(O_O) Amy: Hehehe, (๑>◡<๑) welcome to the joys of dating Amy Rose, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform! I'm a classy lady who likes baking, long walks, shopping sprees, and spending the entire day cuddling! Once you're in my arms, you're going nowhere! [Her smile falters, a nervous glaze settling over her features. Shadow notices. They give Amy a long, hard look. Then, with a huff, they cut a slice of cake for themselves and settle back into the couch.] Shadow: Get your desert, then explain to me what a pillow fort is. [Amy beams, unable to hold back a small sound of joy as she darts back into the kitchen. Once she's out of view, Shadow runs a shaking hand over their mouth as they take a deep breath.]

#shadamy #anon #ask #I REALLY need to make chapter tags #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #AskAmy #AskShadow #SonicCharacterAsk #pillow forts and courts

[gemsofgreece]

I just saw your rare local dishes post! another few from the island of Kastellorizo: Katoumari (Κατουμαρι), Strava (Στραβά) and Kastellorizian halva! and from Crete: Gastrin and Boureki, although boureki isn’t all that rare on the island i’ve never seen anyone not from there eat it, make it or know of it.

They sound great! Thank you for bringing them up.

So, Katoumari is a sweet pie pastry with very simple ingredients. I sense this one is ideal for people loving baked goods for the pastry rather than the filling (i.e my mum). It gets its sweetness from sugar and cinnamon.

Stravá are fried syrup sweets. They can be fried either in butter or olive oil and the latter version is also the traditional delicacy of the Lent in the island. They are filled with walnuts.

I didn't know Kastellorizo has its own type of halva! Its halva is also called "Nifis halvas", which means "the Bride's halva",

Gastrin is a local dessert documented since the antiquity of Crete island. Archestratus and Athenaeus mention it in the 4th and 2nd century BC respectively. Athenaeus decribes that it was a pie made with walnuts, hazelnuts, almonds, poppy seeds, sesame and honey. He also commented how the dessert gets a dark colour from the poppy seeds. Recipes for Gastrin were found even in household cookbooks of the 20th century. [Source]

While variations of the word boureki are used throughout the Northeast Mediterranean for many types of pies, the Cretan boureki is its own thing. It's made with a lot of potatoes and zucchini and loads of the Cretan myzithra.

#greece #europe #food #cuisine #greek cuisine #greek food #mediterranean food #mediterranean cuisine #kastellorizo #crete #dodecanese #greek islands #anon #mail #chania

[trashmouth-richie]

WE’RE THE LAST IN LINE: PART 6

Eddie x female! Reader

Modern AU

W.C 2.3k

Warning: no minors, fluff

masterlist

It had been a week since Chrissy graced you both with her presence and Eddie’s phone wasn’t blowing up at all. He was suspicious, rendering himself crazy into thinking that she just disappeared. She would never. But he put a brave face on for you. Anything to see you happy was more than enough for him. He wanted to take things slow, afraid you would get freaked out eventually by the shit that happened with Chrissy and what had originally brought you two together, Jason. You were special to him, meant more to him than anyone currently in his life. And he wanted you to be a part of it. Whatever that may mean for you. But for now— he was going to take it slow.

Monday and Wednesday he showed up to your apartment with an iced coffee, and a lemon poppy seed muffin at 6 AM. Sleep still stuck in your eyes, hair a complete disaster but Eddie thought you never looked prettier. Leaving you with a kiss on your forehead and a wink as he left to head into the shop. He would text you every morning around the time you got to work, telling you good morning and wishing you had a nice day at work. Tuesday and Thursday he had stopped by your work to eat lunch with you. Bringing sandwiches and chips from the new modern sandwich shack on Main Street, making you laugh as you wiped mayo from his chin. You loved his thoughtfulness, yearning for more from him.

He had made it a habit to stop over after he got off work, apologizing profusely for when it was late. He never overstayed his welcome, just popped in and out, leaving you with the tightest hug anyone could have given you and the world’s most award winning smile.

The kiss you had shared the week prior was sweet as sugar, a light at the end of the tunnel after a complete shit filled day wracked with a confession of his horrible past and the decaying face of his ex. It was everything you had needed in that moment in time, but you were craving more.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing your back one night as he gives you his usual hug goodbye. His lips pressed against your hair as you rested your head on his chest, breathing him in, not wanting to let go.

“Eddie, do you like me?”

A chuckle reverberates against his throat, “what do you mean sweetheart?”

Pulling away from him and looking into his smoky brown eyes you say, “I mean, do you like me? Or did I do something to turn you off from me?”

Eddie’s eyes water to empathetic, “God no, I — the things that happened to us—to you, how we met, it’s a—”

“I get it. It’s fine..” you say, pulling away from him. Wrapping your arms around yourself and turning your back to him. You can’t help when the tears begin to fall. “I just thought that you, that we were I don’t know… on the same page?”

Was he scared? Afraid that you didn’t want him? Didn’t need him? Afraid that you had a glimpse of his everyday life and decided that it wasn’t for you?

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, turning you around, placing his hands on your cheeks, skimming away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “I like you so much it melts my brain whenever I think of you. I’m just—trying not to come on too strong, I don’t want to scare you away.”

“Wh— Eddie?”

“You have been through a lot, and I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries and make you uncomfortable. What happened last week was…insane, we talked about it but I guess we never talked about how you felt about it.”

Your mind plagues over with the sagging flesh of Chrissy’s face. You would be lying if you said you weren’t terrified at times, waking in the night with skin slicked with sweat, hair matted to your neck. But that wasn’t Eddie’s fault, he can’t help what his ex is like, it’s not like he is that way. Eddie is sweet and kind, a perfect gentleman. Not to mention hotter than the seven layers of hell themselves.

“I was serious when I said that nothing in your past could deter me away from you. Those are things that happened to you, not things you had control over. I—you, you saved me! Who knows what J—he— would have done if you weren’t there that night. You didn’t even know me but you jumped right into helping me. Talking to Hopper, calling our building manager to get the security footage— Eddie you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” You’re full on crying now, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe at your tears. His eyes are full, taking you in, heart aching for you.

He leans in, caressing your cheek against his rough hands. “I’m sorry, you doubted how I felt, let me make it up to you.”

Friday was a normal day at work, a few clients today nothing spectacular, a couple of piercings, and Pete had a giant back piece to finish. You were sitting at the reception desk answering a customer’s question about placement for a nose ring when in walked a giant order of white roses, clad with orange and black balloons and a gorgeous basket filled with enough candy and shooters to make a dentist wince. You blushed hard as the delivery driver handed them over to you. The card was shoved tight into the center of the roses.

“Talked to Pete and I got you off work at 12, be ready at 2 for a date, see you soon pretty girl -Eddie”

Your heart sang with the sweet melody of Eddie Munson. He was gentle and sweet and everything you could ever ask for. You were giddy as you piled the balloons and roses into your car and sped home. It was the perfect day outside, a warmer day for the end of October, the autumn foliage blazing against the sky as the leaves clung for dear life to the windy branches against a cerulean sky.

This was the first official date for you and Eddie, technically the 30 seconds of the movie night that you enjoyed before Chrissy bombarded his apartment was your first date but you wouldn’t be counting that.

Like clockwork, a knock on your door at 2PM could only be one person. That damn grin. You swear he gets better looking by the second. “There she is,” Eddie murmurs, “girl of my dreams.”

You reach out to him and pull him into a hug, your hands wrapped around his neck as you stretch for more of him on your tippy toes. He smells like a new cologne, an amber moss with notes of citrus and bergamot. He’s wearing a black and gray flannel, pushed up tight around his bulging arms. His large hands wrap around the small of your back, pressing you flush with his body, He feels so good, warm and holding you tight, his hair tickling your ears.

“I missed you,” he admits, “that’s not weird is it? I mean I literally saw you last night.”

You chuckle and pull away from him planting a kiss on his plump lips, “definitely not weird, thank you for the roses. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, stroking your cheek. “Not sure if you know this, but I’m a stuttering blubbering mess when you’re around.”

“Yeah I’ve noticed—“ Eddie’s face blushes to crimson, “And I think it’s super cute that the hottest guy I’ve ever seen gets flustered when he tries to flirt with me.” A smile spreads across your lips.

“The hottest guy huh?” Eddie says behind his curtain of brown curls.

“Duh! Do you own a mirror?” You tease, “you are so handsome I used to stare unapologetically whenever you came into Ace of Spades. Then I get to know you and you’re funny, and kind…sexy.”

“Jeez baby keep it in your pants, I’m a good christian boy here.” He says, swooping you low into a backwards dip and kissing your lips. “I noticed you too by the way,” standing you upright again and holding you close, murmuring into your hair, “just too awkward and in my own head to make the first move.”

“You awkward?” You tease, “no way.”

Eddie tickles your sides, fingers curled into your ribs and by your neck, you’re giggling and trying to get away from him and he’s laughing too. “Alright! You win!” You say breathless and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He brushes hair behind your ear and holds your back tight against him. “In more ways than you know, sweetheart.”

“So where are we going?” You asked from the passenger seat of Eddie’s 4Runner, a ridiculous amount of little trees in the scent Black Ice hung from the review mirror as Metallica blared through the speakers.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Eddie smirks, flashing his pearly whites.

Pulling up to Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch n’ More, Eddie has a giant grin splattered on his face. “I’ve always wanted to come here, but figured it would be weird going by myself…nobody wants to see a grown man go down the giant slide by himself.”

“Probably think he’s some sort of a creep,” you tease, “or maybe a serial killer?”

“Ooh that’s festive, very in the spirit of Halloween.”

Merrill’s was bigger than you had expected it to be. Like most things in Hawkins, it was staple in the 80’s, sort of dwindled down to almost being closed but nothing a few hipsters with an impressive amount of followers on instagram couldn’t fix. The rustic vibes had people driving all the way from the city just to get a taste of nostalgia in this worn down, weathered but also now modern, establishment. Spreading along for acres were orange spheres of every shape and size. Even the ones that were different colors, muted greens, Cinderella blue, alabaster, and coal black. There was an apple orchard on the east side where you could pick your own apples, a giant Cider Mill on the north side that doubled as an eatery and a place with home brewed apple ale. A corn maze stretching over 10 acres, where the winner could win tickets to the movie theater and a freshly made apple or pumpkin pie. Activities for the kids included: the giant slide, corn pit, pumpkin painting, pumpkin carving, you name it—Merrill’s had it.

“Eddie this is fantastic!” You say, crunching into a caramel apple, “seriously, the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.”

He’s pulling orange tufts of sugary cotton candy out of his hair, he licks his fingers and takes a bite of his foot long corn dog. “Right? It’s like every enjoyable thing about summer minus the heat!”

You were having the best time, it’s so easy spending time with Eddie, he made you laugh any chance he got. He held your hand all the way through the corn maze, swearing he knew the way out only for you to be in the maze for over 2 hours and very, very lost. His tongue poked out when he was concentrating carving his pumpkin, a flight of bats, as you carved ghost face. He dunked his entire head in the barrel while bobbing for apples, leaving his head sopping wet, and shaking his hair like a dog would to try to dry it out. He was chaotic and sweet, caring but also didn’t give a shit what anyone had thought of him. He was perfect in every way.

“Did you have fun? Eddie asked lugging a wagon full of pumpkins of every color Merrill’s had to offer behind him.

“Are you kidding? Hands down the most fun I’ve had in Hawkins, ever.”

You’re carrying two pies, because Eddie couldn’t decide which one he wanted but didn’t want to leave one out. A gallon of cider in one hand in the wagon handle in his other hand he smiles, “I’m glad you agreed to come with me.”

You turn your head to look at him, winking as you say, “I’m glad you finally asked.”

Loading up the back of his 4Runner you slide the last of the pumpkins in. Eddie leans back against the them, bringing you between his legs, holding your hands, rubbing the knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m— I’m not very good at this. I’m super awkward and I get flustered whenever I’m around you,” his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as he looks into your eyes—two orbs of melted chocolate dripping with happiness, “I haven’t dated anyone since— and I’m not even sure if I’m doing this right…you’re beautiful and sassy and I care about you more than you could ever understand,” tears prick the corners of your eyes, “I would really love, if we took this to the next step, and you would be my girlfriend.”

This gorgeous man. God he would be the death of you. You lean forward and plant your lips on his, deepening the kiss by running your hands through his curls, your tongue slipping inside his mouth, dancing with his. “I take that as a yes.” Eddie purrs into your neck. You hold eachother for what seems like hours. Taking eachother in for everything you’re worth.

“So this is it huh? Fancy fuckin’ broad ain’t she?”

“Shh, there’s cameras all over this building— that’s how they caught Jason.”

“They caught Jason because he’s sloppy— couldn’t even wait til she opened the door… rookie mistake.”

“Quiet, this will be trickier than normal… Fred is right, this place is loaded with cameras and high tech shit, I had to see what we were dealing with.”

“That why you made a little surprise visit last week?”

“Yup, Jason told me she was his neighbor but I didn’t know where— thankfully he was able to swipe her file from HR before they fired him… see you soon princess.”

—

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Like the Saying Goes...- Double Life Ensemble

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Recovery date: December 19th, 2023

Description: The participants are left to ponder double life as they return to their regular lives.

Notes: N/a

Word count: 677

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Tilly death do us part.

Pearl grinned as she tied up another bin chicken in her store. She was convinced Ren was stealing them for eggs, though she didn’t know why. Maybe it was some friendly competition from Gem or Impulse, her neighbors in both business and housing, and she’d find them hanging around her base later

Tilly, he’d made a pun. At the time, she’d been too caught up in panic to catch it but she’d had plenty of time to rethink. Laying in bed at night, restocking, gathering materials, building, Scott’s goodbye wouldn’t leave her head.

Death did them no part.

History does not take kindly to lovers.

Jimmy sits in his explosives shop, hat tilted over his eyes and leaning back in the crates of tnt. It’s much hotter here, and brighter. The terracotta reflects the sun back into his eyes and the heat sticks to the ground, maybe a trip to a more temperate climate was in order.

He’s got a box in his lap, closed and locked. Grian had given him an incredulous look when he’d asked for a clipping of his red string, he’s sentimental like that. It’s tied around a poppy and a spyglass, tucked against the side of the box filled with trinkets and pictures.

They weren’t really lovers, he smiles, but they were close enough for the universe.

It takes two to tango.

Impulse swings his pickaxe down into the stone, breaking out more room for his base. It’s not quiet, he can hear the river outfront and his neighbors arguing. His mind drifted back to being poolside with Bdubs and planning how to break up the other couples.

They’d pulled them apart, planted seeds of doubt, and it would’ve worked if they hadn't underestimated the trust of the other duos. They’d tripped up Scar and gotten cocky, they’d been the ones who tripped over Cleo and Etho.

It takes two to tango, and theirs was the smoothest.

Red at night, sailor’s delight. Red in the morning, sailor’s warning.

Etho is watching the sun rise over the server when Joe makes the comment as everyone enters the tcg arena. Beef wonders if they should move inside incase it rains, Etho finds himself admiring the way the sun sets the world aflame.

He’d done that once, side by side with Joel. The world never stood a chance as they took vengeance for the relation-ship. It was almost ironic how they’d found their end in burning lava. As it starts to rain, he chuckles to himself.

They’d delighted in the red flames burning down the server, but there’d been no rain to save them.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Cleo’s balance wavers as they build up their city, and they panic. They throw their weight backwards, falling against the wall and feeling the wind rush out of their rotten lungs. There’s a sharp pain as they collide with the stone, and suddenly they’re back on the diving board.

Martyn had caused them so much pain, and in turn they’d taken so much from him. He’d been their greatest weakness, and they’d let him roam free. They’d angered the witch because he left them.

They made the mistake of letting their enemy walk away, when they really should have kept him close.

History repeats itself.

Scar is paving out more of Scarland’s road when his tower Warden lets out a roar, making him jump. It rings out through his head, merging with that endless echo, and he has to take a second to re-compose himself. Grian comes up to him as he sits on the edge of the flower bed in the roundabout and takes a seat.

Jelly wanders across the road, and suddenly they’re back in the panda sanctuary. They’re bound together once more by Scar’s recklessness. Scar is following his every whim and fancy as Grian desperately tries to keep them alive. In the end, they always find their way back to each other.

They will always find each other, and it will always be their undoing.

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[tumbleweeddesktop]

About Hanahaki Rudy

//Shitty writing coming through. I have no idea what im doing//

So Rudy loved Ale definitely since he knew he was gay. (I'm not putting him through too much on this) Hanahaki doesn't occure until one acknowledges that they are in love with the intended person here, so Rudy only experienced normal coughing and the check up left him with normal diagnosis and meds

Rudy only realized he loved Ale after they got out on escapades to bars as they got more freedom over time in the forces. Rudy was unable to process anything as Ale flirted right and left, It happened enough that finally, after enough outing. Rudy coughed up seeds.

And the more and more he sees Ale flirt and goes somewhere outside with a different person, the more it escalates. The seed turned to leaves and stems. By then he knew that it was hanahaki, clear enough for who these feelings were.

But he denies it, tries to drown it out with trying to achieve his best and just keep up with Alejandro in the force. Standing by his side was enough, he wouldn't ask for more.

He coughed up the first petals on the first day of autumn, when they got a temporary leave after a mission and Ale decided to visit a relative. A red, fan shaped petal landed on his palm after Ale's car was right out of view. Separation makes the heart grow fonder.

He hates that it's right.

A soldier with hanahaki is not uncommon, but they were given 2 choices. Confess or operation. And honestly Rudy would opt the first. Loving Ale for so long and being lifted of it- he wouldn't know how to survive.

If only he knew how to face the man so that so freely allowed

So of course he keeps it a secret.

Trying to hold back the coughs and chokes in public. He'd gotten quite well at controlling his breathing so that no one noticed his lack of chatter, well, not less than usual that is.

Alejandro ofc knew that something was wrong with him, but Rudy wasn't ready to confess, he doubts he'll ever be. So he chalked it up to just nostalgia washing over him for a bit. Ale didn't believe him but he knows that it'll take some time for Rudy to be honest with something so he left it for another day.

His first full flower was when Ale got his promotion as colonel

A red poppy.

Ah, he loved enough to die apparently.

With a smile, Rudy accepted his feelings. At the same time he realized that he quite liked oak coffins.

Rodolfo Parra loves slowly, it takes years but once he does it's strong.

The red poppies decorated the corners of his room. At first just one or two; overtime he coughed up enough to fill a bowl. Along with his breath shortening day by day, the flowers are clogging up his airways slowly but surely, ready to cut it off completely. He hopes that it's in his sleep.

Then the house burned.

The smoke didn't make it easier for him to breathe. Suffocating from the outside and inside, Rodolfo Parra accepted that it was his last night on earth. His comm blared, Alejandro of course, worried and panicked but Rudy's voice was calm and collected as much as he could bring it to. Telling his colonel to chase after Hassan, aware of the implications but Rudy ignored it.

He won't have to stuff red poppies in his pocket the next morning, filling a bowl with fresh water to keep them alive despite them being a reminder that he's a day closer to death. He loved Ale, and even if the flowers were a painful reminder he loved them too.

Fate had other plans.

He lived. Opening his eyes to a morning he never thought he'd see again. His colonel by his side holding his hand.

Rudy didn't like the hope he felt so he didn't return the light squeeze. Merely hoping his attempt at a smile was successful in reassuring the other.

"Hanahaki?"

Rudy nodded.

"To who? Tell me, Rudy, to who?"

"It doesn't matter. It'll be better if they never know, I'm content with this."

And before Ale responded, he cuts in again.

"When is the surgery?"

//whew this turned out longer than I thought//

#alejandro x rodolfo #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #alerudy #call of duty #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #cod #hanahaki #good ending? never know her #bad ending? never know her either

[thomas-life]

I wrote and @drksanctuary drew the chapter image for my Fluffy Coffee Shop AU Oneshot. its just short and cute. i hope you enjoy!

 A Nicobaster Coffee Shop AU with notes of ReyRae.

Hazel opens up a coffee shop and Nico is helping her out by working at it while she is still hiring staff. He meets the local union rep Alabaster Torrington...

Hidden Gem Cafe

“Well don’t you look chipper.”

Nico huffs and glares in the direction of one Rachel Elizabeth Dare.  She looks entirely too well put together with her red curls in a pony tail and black apron around her waist. The coffee shop door clinks closed behind him and he locks it. They don’t open for another 30 minutes.

“Some of us,” Nico replies, “aren’t born to be Baristas.”

Rachel snorts at his attempt at insulting her. “You’re just grumpy because you’re used to waking up at noon, and we both know it.” She pats his shoulder sympathetically as he passes. “You really will do anything for your sisters.”

Nico grunts. The clock on the break room wall reads 4:30 a.m.

Who in their right mind would ever willingly be up this early in the morning for coffee?  He emerges with his apron tied around his hips and eyeliner applied in hopes that the bags under his eyes don’t show too starkly. Rachel is preparing the drip coffee canisters and Nico starts on the pastry display case.  He’s a little surprised that Hazel hasn’t show up, but according to his text string she had barely managed to get to bed around 2 am, anxious as she was for the Hidden Gem Café’s Grand Opening. 

Nico opens the doors right on time, Rachel humming behind the counter. He can’t help but yawn. “Why are you like this.” He deadpans. He has no energy in his entire body and she laughs at him.

“The trick,” she side whispers like it’s some big secret, “ –is that I never went to sleep in the first place!” She sing songs the rest, and Nico can’t help but realize…Rachel is delusional.

He groans and makes a cup of coffee with creamer and four sugars. He might as well take advantage, and coffee really is mostly a way he uses to get sugar into his system. He takes a large swig as the door chimes and Hazel’s first ever customer enters.

The man that enters is tall and looks a little frantic. Nico tries to smile but it doesn’t come naturally, so he settles on a bemused expression as the man approaches the counter, his dress shoes clicking along the vinyl flooring. “Hey,” Nico wonders if that was too casual of a greeting but proceeds, as it’s too early to be self-conscious. “What can I get you?” The man’s squinting at the menu on the wall behind the counter, freckles scrunching on his nose; He seems almost startled to be addressed at all.

“Oh- ah,” He clears his throat looking vaguely apologetic and he ruffles his light brown hair. “Do you sell large travel containers of coffee?”

Nico nods, “We’re not busy, so we can make you one, but it will take some time. It’s $30 plus tax.”

The man brightens, “Perfect. I’ll also get a small coffee and…” he looks at the pastry display case, “One of those lemon poppy seed muffins.” A smile flashes across his face and Nico can’t help but think the man is handsome.

“You got it.” Nico winks at him, and blames it on how sleep deprived he is; he can feel the sugar and caffeine starting to work through his blood stream,  “Name for the order?”

“Alabaster.”

Alabaster sounds a little strained…Maybe I shouldn’t have winked at him. Nico thinks as he writes the name on a small cup. He looks up to see Alabaster blushing and holding his hand against the bottom half of his face. Or maybe I should do it again… Nico reconsiders, his mood sufficiently boosted. He fills the small cup himself since Rachel is working on the traveler and grabs the muffin as Alabaster inserts his credit card to pay. He looks at the other pastries in the case and grabs a cookie.

He hands both over to Alabaster. “Here’s something sweet... For being our first customer at our Grand Opening.”

Alabaster flushes again and takes them. “Thank you. I do appreciate you accommodating me.”

“Anytime.” Nico responds; This time the smile comes easily. “Enjoy your coffee. You’re traveler will be ready in a couple minutes.”

Alabaster nods and settles down at a table, taking his traveler when it’s finished, waving at Nico as he leaves.

Nico hopes he comes again.

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“You’re telling me you fell in love at first sight with a barista, and now you go two cities over every Monday morning just to see him?” Reyna sounds incredulous and when she says it like that, Alabaster can’t help but agree. It does sound ridiculous.

“-And the Coffee!” he rushes to justify. “Not just the Barista, Reyna. The coffee too. There’s a reason it’s called Hidden Gem- And it wasn’t at first sight!” he defends himself.

Reyna scoffs at him as they get out of the car. It’s a rare Friday off and he had insisted they come to this location for coffee. Reyna won’t deny she’s intrigued, and she’s not actually all that bothered. It’s not every day she gets to tease Alabaster C. Torrington about having a crush.

It didn't hurt that and he’d brought her some of their coffee a couple weeks ago. It really was much better than any of the popular chains they had around the office. She can’t help but tease a little more. “So when are you going to actually ask him on a date?”

Alabaster looks at her, a scandalized expression on his face. “Ask him out? While he’s at work??” His tone drips with derision, “ oh yes, that what everyone wants. For some random customer to ask them out on a date while their just working their shift.”

Reyna laughs and elbows him. “I thought you said he was flirting with you .”

Alabaster puffs out one cheek, “I believe I said I wasn’t sure if he was flirting with me. And I don’t want to be a creep. Or make him feel uncomfortable. Or ruin everything. What if I can never come back to his place because I fucked it all up?! That would be the absolute worst…” He looks regretful, “I’d have to go back to regular coffee and we both know that would be awful. I’m too pampered now.”

Reyna opens the door to Hidden Gem Café. The place is nice; plenty of space seating with personal touches that make the space welcoming and homey. There’s a mural on the wall next to the seating area she can’t help but admire. It really would be a terrible loss if Alabaster could never come here again.

A man’s voice greets them as they approach the counter, and Reyna can see why Alabaster, their number one union organizer, who has nerves of steel when negotiating with greedy executives, has been acting like a teenager: Dark hair and eyes, muscled forearms, eyeliner and earrings…just Alabaster’s type.  He keeps glancing at her with a subtly perturbed expression, and it takes her a moment to realize- she smirks. That is crestfallen expression someone that thinks we are dating.

She nudges Alabaster, hoping he will take her hint, but he’s too engrossed in chatting with Nico to notice to subtle signs of distress. She’s almost worried Nico will get the wrong idea.

Nico gestures to her, looking at Alabaster with intensity. “Is she you’re girlfriend?”

Alabaster almost chokes on his own saliva as he’s in such a rush to say ‘No’.  “Absolutely. Not.” Alabaster confirms.

Reyna likes straightforward people, and she likes Nico even more for his blunt attitude. That will save them a lot of drama down the road.  “We’re just friends.” She seconds, “And besides, you’re co-worker is more my type anyway.” She smiles winningly at the red-head behind the counter who grins back at her and gestures to Nico and Alabaster with a shrug that communicated “what can you do?”

Reyna moves to the side, waiting at the pickup counter for their coffee order. Rachel approaches with two drinks and hands them to her. “Were you serious about me being your type?” she asks, looking honestly curious, “-because I’m available.”

Alabaster chuckles nervously as Reyna walks away and looks back at Nico who appears relieved. He hopes he isn’t reading too much into that. “Honestly. She’s just a good friend.”

Nico nods, and rings up their order, debating if he should ask… more. It’s been a while since they first met, and Nico always gets butterflies on the days when Alabaster comes in. “You know,” he starts, and decides to barrel on with it, “I get off shift today in an hour … are you free after that? I know a good Italian place that serves a really good lunch menu.” He hears Alabaster audibly take a breath. “Yes!” Alabaster’s voice can be heard very clearly over the background noise of people and music. “ah- I mean. Yes.” He returns to a normal volume, “I would love…that.” He can’t stop grinning from ear to ear. “I would really really like that.”

The End

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ME FIRST!! ME FIRST ME FIRST *elbows everyone out of the way* Gah damn, lemme in *rattles bars* I want I WANT *moves to the front* a macaron and a cafecito with some honey caramel poppy seeds and # 4 from the secret menu please. Be a darling and I'll give you a kiss (i'll kiss you regardless)

hiiiii bb, rattle them bars all u want, are u kidding me, u are always first in my heart 💓 anyway, as always thx for ur patience, you know what time it is when it comes to writing ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

3.6k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst city, smut, hurt/comfort (triple fatality, i'm sry but that's what u wanted); reader deals w. a messy break up & guess who's there to help her sort her feelings? there's also a party and lucifer makes an appearance; solomon tries his best to be a gentleman but yk how it is when pussy's on the table. i didn't proofread, so if u see any mistakes no you didn't, ok.

what you miss most about the human world is the sun — the warmth from it, the sheer impressive force behind its brilliant light, a mood-stabilizer that fills you with a natural bust of energy. lately you find yourself dragging, snoozing through your alarms, waking up late — satan and asmo voice their concerns, wondering if some sort of human illness has descended upon you overnight. you assure them it’s nothing, do your best to summon as much pep as you can muster, but when you smile, it doesn’t reach your eyes. your words are hollow, rehearsed — voice controlled in a feeble attempt at appearing as close to normal as you can.

you’re haunted by ghosts that shouldn’t exist, lingering emotions that you swore you buried a while ago; you’d rip your heart out of your chest if you could — the pathetic organ constantly reminding you of things left unsaid, of regrets and secrets.

lucifer asks you twice and you wave him off, laughing faintly and making excuses for yourself. crimson eyes peer at you carefully, taking note of your change in inflection, in the way you can’t quite look at him properly. it makes him sigh, opting to find another roundabout way of figuring you out. not one to pry in delicate matters without sufficient evidence, he decides it’s time to reach out to someone who might get you to open up a bit.

in the midst of preparing himself for a night out, solomon receives what appears to be an urgent text — one where he’s summoned to the house of lamentation immediately. the invitation is last minute, and he does have plans, but who is he to deny lucifer’s request? especially since it pertains to you.

you hardly touch your food, and instead busy yourself with playing a mindless game on your phone, finger tapping and swiping on the screen; you barely register your high score when you make a wrong move and lose. like everything else in your life, this is just one more layer of disappointment to add to your melancholy.

with hushed tones, lucifer gives solomon a brief rundown, causing a frown to glide onto his lips as he makes his way over to you. looking up from your phone, you smile softly and go back to playing the game — not bothering to question solomon’s sudden appearance, or lucifer’s concerned looks. solomon doesn’t need to investigate any further, he has a running theory that his fairly certain he can easily proven with your nonverbal cues as evidence.

he pulls lucifer off to the side, voice lowered again as he voices his opinion. “there’s nothing wrong,” he says assuredly, the frown never leaving his face. lucifer doesn’t understand, and says as much to him, his annoyance at solomon’s lack of consideration for the situation at hand bubbles inside of him, waiting to burst free.

“how did you come to that conclusion? you didn’t talk to her, or see what we’ve seen over the past few weeks—”

now, the highly skilled sorcerer knows better than to interrupt lucifer when he speaks, but solomon’s patience has run thin. “you don’t understand. there’s nothing physically wrong with her. she’s just…” his voice trails off as he tries to explain it as best as he can without coming off as insensitive. “depressed. that’s what she’s dealing with. depression.”

if it wasn’t because he was so concerned for your well-being, lucifer would have flayed solomon alive for his impertinent attitude; his dark brows bunch together as he contemplates solomon’s words. “are you certain?” he’s seen the way depression eats away at people — humans, mostly — and the more he thinks about it, the more he sees the truth in the matter. you insistence at solely staying in your room, your lack of energy, the way you’ve withdrawn from all of them in the house. normally, you’re a chatterbox, full of ideas and absurd words, always sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong — so, naturally, seeing you this way is jarring to him and the others.

“is there a cure?” a fruitless question that lucifer dares to ask. 

you feel solomon stare at the side of your face, and you glance his way, startled at the intensity, cheeks flushing a bit when you catch yourself looking for much longer than you mean to. lately, being around him is impossible — even through the fog that lingers over your mind, he manages to slice through it with ease, shining a light that’s comparable to the sun you’re hopelessly pining after. 

he understands that there’s a delicate way to handle things like this, but solomon also knows that with you, certain extremes must be employed to yield favorable results.

“no, but i’m sure i can think of something to help lift her spirits.”

at school, solomon sticks by your side — sitting next to you in class, walking with you through the corridors, insisting on accompanying you to lunch; at first you’re annoyed. it seems meddlesome, like he’s trying to fish for information that you don’t want to give out; but as the day goes on, you come to understand that his concern is genuine. something close to warmth flutters in your chest, but you snuff it out with a grim reminder when you check the date on your phone.

on the walk home, he takes you on a detour to buy sweets — something to perk you up; you agree because you have a sweet tooth and also because you realize that solomon has been working tirelessly to make sure that you’re alright. you’re pretty sure lucifer put him up to it — which you make a mental note to harass him about it on another day — but another flutter has you staring at his smooth, angular jaw, at the curve of his lips, and the long, delicate lashes that curl around his eyes. 

he’s impossibly handsome, his voice mesmerizing, words casting a spell over you — a tragedy that will plague you for the rest of your life if you’re not careful — and you’re not sure what he’s talking about, but he repeats his question a little louder.

“so, what do you say? do you want to go?”

because you don’t want him thinking that you weren’t paying attention, you stumble over your words in a panic. “what? yes, of course i do.” you hope that whatever you agreed to isn’t something out of your comfort zone, although you doubt solomon is the sort to trick you like that.

brows raising at your compliance, a slow smile takes hold of his face as he pauses right in front of the shop. “really? good. the party is this weekend, everyone will be there.” more or less. he’s surprised that you agreed to go, when you didn’t seem too interested before. since you know you can’t really back out, you nod and hum in agreement.

he’s sure you don’t actually mean it when you say, “yeah, sounds fun.” but he lets it slide; maybe dragging you out might do you some good.

the party is loud, the house dark with neon, strobe lights illuminating the crevices and corners, casting shadows along the faces of the drunken party-goers. someone spills a drink next to you, and you sidestep, nearly avoiding the spill, grateful your shoes didn’t get wet. solomon is off socializing, although he promises to come right back. you wait for him against the back wall, watching asmo flirt with a few pretty faces while mammon tries to con his way into some money; beel sequesters himself in the kitchen, inhaling what he can, and satan is in deep conversation with a fellow classmate, ignoring the rest of the noise and revelry. 

it almost feels…normal; you smile, genuinely, for what seems like the first time in weeks, your cheeks warming significantly as you think about how much you appreciate the friendship you’ve cultivated over the past few months. it’s unfair for you to not explain yourself, and you don’t like that they’ve been worried, so you promise yourself to make things right. 

that pleasant feeling, the one that has minuscule butterflies flapping happily inside of you, doesn’t last long; it quickly turns to ash, tasting funny in your mouth, making you clutch the drink in your hand tightly. you see someone from afar who looks vaguely familiar and you feel your chest constrict, anxiety pulsing through you as you finish the colorful drink and place the empty glass down. 

impossible. you know it can’t be him; but that doesn’t stop you from following behind, stealthily clinging to the shadows as you try your best to not be seen. he passes under a dim light and you release the breath you were holding. a simple case of mistaken identity nearly gave you a panic attack; you need to do better.

solomon’s watchful gaze followed you out of the room; he excuses himself to see where you’re heading off to, not liking the way you’re sneaking about. you’re aware he’s standing behind you but your stupid heart sputters out of control anyway.

“what are you doing?”

you muster as much courage as you can, slap a grin on your face, and turn around to face him. “hm? nothing! just thought i saw someone familiar.” a thick silence settles between you, but you focus instead on his eyes — normally so sharp, the blues pop up over the browns — soft and tender, as he waits for you to tell him the full version of that truth. 

sighing dramatically, you tug on your curls, nerves getting the best of you. the lies are hard to tell apart and you’re tired of letting this secret dictate your life; so you tell him the truth. all of it. from start to finish. there are times where you pause to gather your thoughts, and there are times where your mouth moves faster than your brain. he more or less can follow what you’re saying, and he closes his eyes and leans back against the wall.

“so that’s what has you moping around,” he muses out loud, pressing his lips together as he considers what to do with you next. 

with widened eyes, you stare at him incredulously, unsure of how to take that. “what do you mean?” you cross your arms and hold them against your chest.

“heartache,” he says slowly, opening his eyes to peer at you again, a curious, yet determined look taking over, “is easily remedied. with the right course of action.” you laugh out loud at his ridiculous statement, laugh even harder at his frown, but when you realize that he’s actually serious, you stop, cheeks aflame all over again.

“oh,” you’re not sure exactly how to answer him, but you know that he’s not going to let it go yet. “it’s stupid, i’m fine really. i’m over it.” which isn’t exactly true, but you’re trying to convince yourself that you are. solomon sighs at your stubbornness and playfully pinches your round cheek. 

“stop that.” he hates the way you’re casually glossing over the gravity of things; your insistence at burying your feelings for so long backfired significantly — to the point that it’s affected your everyday life. “it’s okay to not be…okay.” he releases his hold only to caress that same cheek, lithe, pallid fingers stroking your skin and making you forget all about the gaping hole in your heart. you’ve tried patching it up, even after the break up, even after you saw that he moved on without you — and quickly at that; but nothing worked.

and yet, with one touch, solomon is able to eviscerate those worries, your mind clearing only to find yourself trapped and unable to extract yourself from his presence. not that you want to do that — you’re so much more at ease around him, find it easier to talk about difficult things, and laugh more earnestly than you have since arriving at the devildom. it’s because you realized that this month would’ve been your three year anniversary — that you’d considered moving in with him, that you’d made plans for the future together. he shattered that dream with callous words and irredeemable actions. you should hate your ex — and you do, you really do — but the grief from that knowledge intensified as the days rolled by, and soon you were consumed by every negative emotion that could possibly pass through you. 

“alright,” you say after a while, sighing and leaning into his touch, “what do you have in mind?”

again, your compliance surprises him; he doesn’t understand why lucifer complains, because he’s yet to be met with resistance from you — at least, not on serious matters, that is. he’s not sure if it’s the atmosphere of the party, the thundering music that bleeds into the corridor you’re standing in, or the adrenaline from having you to himself, but an unshakeable urge courses through him, possessing his body, prompting him to pull you closer.

if you thought your night couldn’t get any more unpredictable, you’re mistaken. with a hand gliding down your back, and another tangling in your hair, he slants his lips against yours experimentally, leaving behind a soft kiss. you’ve never believed in the foolishness that romance novelists peddle to their readers, but at this moment, you’re quite sure that your legs almost giving out is a sign that maybe they weren’t lying, that there are people out there who will wreck your life without even trying.

you tell yourself that kissing him is dangerous, but you do it anyway; you lean forward, hands planted on his chest as your plush lips brush against his. he’s bewitched you, somehow, that’s the only way to explain the way your mouth moves in tandem with his and the way your tongue glides into his mouth without a care. he hadn’t meant to kiss you, not really; he just couldn’t help himself. even in sadness, you’re stunning — a baroque oil painting come to life; beautiful, passionate, and otherworldly. 

a marvel, really — he’d like to keep you, but knows he can’t. still, he won’t know unless he tries, right?

his teeth graze your lip, playfully nipping, your pulse quickening when he pushes you against the wall, his leg slipping in between yours, parting them with your assistance. it’s ridiculous — an indescribable heat grows within you, burning through your doubts, erasing any lingering dejected feelings that piled into you without your knowledge. he tries his best to keep it together, but finds it difficult when you arch into his hold, or when your kisses turn breathless, leaving him with a desire so great that it has him throwing away every bit of decorum he’s stored inside of him over the years.

it’s highly inappropriate for the two of you to be so brazen like that out in the open, but somehow it makes sense. you’ve never seen solomon lose his composure like that, but you can’t say it’s unappealing; if anything, it makes you want him more. you like that he can’t stop touching you, that his curious, but skilled hands tug your dress up, making him groan against your lips as your thighs tempt him in the worst possible way. the sheer power you now hold over him is unbelievable, and yet you have no idea how to wield it.

with great difficulty, he pulls himself off of you and his eyes take in your swollen lips, thumb gently brushing along the bottom one. a shiver passes through you, mind effectively blank, as you look up at him through your thick lashes. it’s not often that you find yourself rendered speechless, so it takes you by surprise when you can’t find anything to say. but you readily allow yourself to be commanded by him when he presses a kiss on your neck, right below your earlobe. he murmurs against your skin, you’re pretty sure he suggested moving to a more private location. all you can do is nod as he takes your hand in his, leading you off to a bathroom nearby and locking the door behind him.

it doesn’t take long but he has you on top of the counter, hands tugging on your panties, the flimsy fabric ripping slightly with his hurried movements — you ignore it, just like you ignore the way your hands tremble, the anticipation almost too much for you to handle. with your legs spread and your pussy on display, the light in the bathroom illuminating the wetness that pools along your folds. solomon swipes his thumb against your slit, another heat working its way through you as you watch him bring his thumb to his mouth, tongue slipping out to sample your arousal. 

there are so many things you want to tell him, and similarly he has things he wants to tell you too — but that can wait; he’s more interested in the way you’re grabbing onto his arms, eyes pleading as your mouth parts again. “please,” you gasp when he inserts a finger inside of you, relishing in your wet heat that wraps around him, “i can’t take it.” he lets out a chuckle, amusement flitting across his face as he kisses the side of your neck again. 

“it seems like you can, though,” he offers as a rebuttal, finger plunging in and out of you, your pussy clenching around him even tighter when he slips an additional finger inside of you. if you had more sense you’d chastise him for all the teasing; he scissors his fingers inside of you, amazed at the way you’ve completely let your walls down, with how your head falls back, lightly bumping into the mirror behind you. 

despite wanting to take his time with you, to really explore your body, to lift you higher than you’ve ever been — but, a terrible hunger claws at his insides, obliterating whatever patience he has left, poisoning his logical thoughts and turning them into impetuous whims. solomon unzips his pants swiftly, his cock heavy in his hand as he strokes it a few times. 

he rubs the tip against your folds, enjoying the way your breath catches, how your nipples harden beneath the fabric of your dress, how you seem like you’re hardly keeping it together yourself. you roll your hips and grind your pussy along his hardened length, a quiet moan slipping out of his mouth as he inches his cock inside of your tight entrance. 

“solomon,” you manage to let out, a throaty moan accompanying the desperate way you keep calling out his name; with a sharp snap of his hips, he slams his cock inside of you, mouth claiming yours again as he gives you open-mouthed kisses, tongue stroking yours, making you wrap your legs around his waist and keeping him close to you. slinging your arms around his neck, you lift your hips to meet his thrusts, pussy on cloud nine, heart beating entirely too fast. it doesn’t matter though; all that matters is making sure to cement this feeling in your mind, bottle it up for later, to keep you company late at night.

he’s in an equally distressing position — except he’s not distraught at all. if anything, he’s never felt more alive. he powers into you mercilessly, the lewd, squelching sounds echoing, bouncing off of the walls, and reminding both of you that you’re fucking on borrowed time — because at any moment, someone could possibly interrupt you. and you’d hate for that to happen.

you’re not sure if it started with his initial touch in the hallway, but you’ve completely forgotten about your ex; while you know the hole left in your heart might take a while to mend, it’s closed a bit more thanks to solomon — although, maybe it’s more appropriate for you to thank lucifer, since it was his idea for solomon to help you sort out your emotions. you decide to think more on that later, because now all you want to focus on is the rush you feel with each thrust of his hips, cock kissing a sweet spot, one that has you bucking your hips wildly against him, arousal dripping as you tug on his hair. 

his hands hold you steady as he pounds into you, hips jerking with each thrust, his moans tumbling into your mouth as he kisses you senselessly. a frenzy swirls around his head, making it impossible to think straight, he’s never been so captivated by someone like this, so it’s brand new territory for him to navigate. he whispers praises in between kisses, a heat passing between you as your walls squeeze tightly around his cock. your orgasm is intense, makes you gasp loudly, your nails scratching against the back of his neck, and he hisses as he keeps fucking you, orgasm taking most of your energy.

but you don’t let up; instead, you press needy kisses against his jaw, lick along the side of his neck, your name falling off of his lips like a lyrical prayer, one that he’ll say every night from now on. a dizziness coils around him as his thrusts get sloppier, his cum thick and hot as it pours inside of you. you’re sure your heart might give out at this rate, but you cling onto him, body trembling as he steadily comes down from his high, breathing uneven, panting lightly. you’re sure it’s residual post-coital bliss that has you kissing him tenderly, that has you pressing your forehead against his in an attempt to calm down. if anyone asks you about it later on, you’ll deny ever holding such affection. 

unfortunately for you, solomon knows the gritty truth of the matter — and you do too. 

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