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zuihuojoui · 3 years

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Saturday December 12, 2020

Since his visit with the being he refuses to call by their false deity name, Joui’s mood had improved, some. He hadn’t quite returned to his haunts, or resumed his recreational activities and it was noted. This time of year he would be excited to see the winter operas performed at the palace and enjoying the cozy gatherings in extravagant homes. He did enjoy this time of year so. He enjoyed the furs and velvets, even as they were stripped to reveal glittering gowns. Balls and proper occasions filled this season for facecard society but he had no taste for it. The invitations sat in his study, Uzuki hoping the future engagements would please him.

The mild amusements and promise of worthy gatherings could not shake the core of his issue. She adorned in the freedoms of her midnight sat locked within her high gates, locked within her kingdom of bets and wagers, no indication of sense passing through her fucking head.

Some. His mood had improved some.

He busied himself with work, and his experiments. The tests he had done on the human mind, corrupted manabeasts, and that junction, had provided insight into the structure of the corruption. The results had sent more raiding parties out to retrieve bigger and more violent specimens, all to play under the movement of his puppeteering. The ratio of human to manabeast testing was lacking, few having growing corrupted, no doubt because of his own acts within Hearts. Shame, really. To feed and secure the health of his territory, he reduced the amount of specimens he could play with. He was growing quite ready to force their contamination to progress the study, or maybe collect from the numbers growing in Clubs and Diamonds. Their aces gave zero fucks about stench and beauty, clearly. The idea passed along his mind in his stillness but he had not committed to its outcome, yet.

The true source of the corruption itself also demanded an answer before that step could be properly taken as it left too many variable unanswered.

Still, it kept him busy and minimized the urge to barge in her estate, pin her to the ground and demand a proper answer to this foolishness. But every time it passed his mind, his peace was altered, his expression changed and he felt the mood to further distract himself, repeating to himself, her silence was already an answer.

That detoured his intended resting place for the evening, the wretched woman and her tantrum. His carriage had instead driven into one of the false homes that acted as cover for entrance into the estate, than the comfort of Nari’s villa, ever growing in her own scent and taste. Her smile rose along her lips so beautifully when she saw his face. The memory almost pulled the carriage around, almost had him reverse his steps even when he passed the golden gates. Ayao’s summoning sent her features fading into his mind. Dinner with her and few other of their clan brought in a kind of joy that only his clan and their games seemed to bring him, a nostalgia in their similarities and the shared histories.

The wine she brought with her had been buried for four hundred years, she told while tapping the crystal embellished gloves over the flute in her hand. She told the gathered how she distracted her brothers with each other, sending one to the other and almost bribing another with a prized gift, long enough for to retrieve it outside of their sight. Her victorious laughter danced over the chandeliers, keeping Joui’s expression lifted. “Genun will no doubt be livid and assign blame to Ryuuma at first, it is quite something Ryuuma would do”, she mused about her siblings, Joui’s granduncles. “Until he realizes I sent Ryuuma away”, she grinned, pleased at her schemes. “What can he do, I am his favorite sister, who brought a treat to his favorite grandchild”, she mused, eyes resting on Joui before toasting her crime. The night saw her dancing from the hall, raven hair whipping around, hanging dragons in her ears dancing with her. She set off to make the best of the evening. Joui attached more guards to her company and ignored the scowl from it, his pleased smile surfacing like a barrier as she reminded him of her age. He said nothing, lowering his head in owed reverence as she boarded the carriage.

Sunday, 13 December 2020

Hazeline eyes woke to the world before the sun made its proper ascent. No urgent matter stirred him, just his body ending his rest naturally. Tea had come into his dressing room after a warm bath. He sat in the warm robe while his hair was dried and brushed, eyes occupied with a book. Humming a tune he then looked to a giggling junior butler, noting it was a tune for an opera he enjoyed. “Is it on stage yet?” he asked and watched their faces brighten. He smiled and lowered his eyes back to the book. The care for his emotions and preferences were so deeply their concern. The loyalty and care warmed him.

Turning the page he heard the doors to his chamber swing open suddenly and rapid movement over the floors leading towards where he sat. Uzuki rushed in, apologizing for the disturbance but Joui could hear the open end of the amulet. The screams and shouting of guards. “Sire, it’s the Diamonds. They’re attacking.”

Joui’s his eyes rose from the book to his senior and most trusted aide. Uzuki nodded, having verified the report. Joui hummed and considered the cause of this unprovoked, and horribly rash action while the details were given through the crystal. The attendant at his hair hurried her hands, focused more on drying the locks. The junior butler walked within the room to pull warm attire suited what he knew would busy the Ace for the morning.

“Valentina, mistress of that sun scarce realm”, he said rising and handing over the book to an attendant. He outstretched his arms and had the robe lifted from his body. “Ever lacking the fucking sense to consider beyond two moves”, he added while cashmere lined garments began adorning his body, then his armor. His hair was brushed a top his his head and secured with two dragon pins. Dressed he exited his palace, his horse brought for quick departure. Syuusen’s roar cut through the morning’s foggy sky as he took the saddle, making the High Fae turn and see the lean body of coils glittering on his descent. He smiled, eyes connecting with the dragon. “Imps are no match for you, my love. Come, you must be terribly bored and I long to see your flames in all their glory”, he said before setting off, the dragon climbing back within skies above him.

Following the scouts out the estate, he raced down the streets, elite guards numbering behind him. Outliers pushed at his citizens, sending them back within their homes and businesses. The sun was rising, its faint rays, bouncing off the column of gold, catching the details on their uniforms and armor. As he rode, he calculated just how the events of the morning came to what they were while the open amulet gave him updates on the situation he was racing into. “Sire, a large body has made it up into the west villa district,” He passed his tongue over his bottom lip then looked up to see Syuusen’s figure outlined in the clouds. “Stupid fucking demon”, he answered but his smile grew.

The scouts pushed the pace as Joui looked over the neighbourhood he knew well, having seen it in the many stages of day and night. It was clear to him then that the demon Ace was having him watched. Fine, he knew of her moves as well but didn’t have physical eyes on her. He then checked the date then laughed. Two of their weekly dates missed. She could have simply wrote an angry letter, if she was so enraged, he thought. Well, probably not. Current acts show that a swarm of summoned imps was how dare you, in demon. Her possessive nature, a trait they shared and he once stroked simply because wrath looked beautiful on her, now looked anything but that. He couldn’t say he was completely against the idea at root in this fit she was throwing. He too didn’t like people touching what was his. The difference was Joui wasn’t going to start a war over a lover, not one of them. The column split, half the guards following him into the district, the rest racing to seal the border and deal with the vermin there.

Passing the villa, his eyes glanced quickly and saw the guards present, leaving 2 dozen more before pushing down further into the district.

“And the count?” he asked as he approached the hoarde. He heard the voices checking among themselves before he got a confirmed answer. Ayao was asleep, returned hours prior, now safely in the estate. Few cousins were within the neighborhood but were being escorted to him. “And Sayge?” he asked hearing the creatures before he saw them.

“Unconfirmed.”

“If one hair is harmed on her stubborn fucking head”, he breathed out, tempering his growing anger. His eyes closed for a moment, feeling the dragon closing the gap between them. Blade unsheathed, he rode down towards where most of the hoarde was concentrated, scouts already in combat. His head titled back, eyes lifting up, “Syuusen”, he called, watching the dragon descend rapidly, his flames releasing, engulfing the flying rats in the air. Up from his saddle he pushed towards those looking to pass deeper into Hearts, blade slicing through their hideous bodies, ripping them from the sky.

Eyes holding its perfect form, he concentrated on the building a deep cast, feeling the mana pull into him. He moved, slicing through the fiends clamouring towards him, blade in his left, right hand lifting as his cast perfected. Elite guards around him moved in pace, ending the beasts and finishing those only partly burned from the dragon above. The mana he accumulated strengthen his cast, widening its reach then flooded out, gripping to the mind of the winged pests. Their cries went up, Syuusen answering with the dominance of his roar, body whipping the creatures away. The cast pulled at the fabric of their minds, disorienting their flight, ripping their purpose and senses. He stepped back, head and hand lifting, growing the range, tearing at every bit of mana in his reach and charging it within him, then pushing it back into the minds of the hoarde.

Watching the last groups fall from the sky, writhing in pain, he pulled the cast. He couldn’t hold it at that range for any longer without seriously harming himself. Walking down past the struggling creatures, his eyes focused on the ones at his feet, unleashing mana coursed anguish within to lock their little minds, his blade finishing their bodies.

With the situation under control, he took to his horse, making his way to the border, the sun high in the sky at his arrival. He walked across the border, guards behind him, eyes catching cowering LEA agents, bloodied arms above them to shield from the pests that passed them into his territory. “Useless”, he said tossing his blade into the the male’s skull. Moving swiftly he retrieved it then buried it within the chest of the other. “You fucking Diamonds”, he spat hearing his dragon above echo his anger with vicious calls. “Your experiment at democracy is a failure”, he raged. “All of your idiotic ideals are lies the whole continent now see quite clearly. But oh, to be so fucking moronic to attack me?!”, he said then remembered his meeting with the non deity. To act.

He stopped and looked up at his dragon, fire raining down burning the around the border, destroying every trace of the imps from its sky. “Your Ace has made you all my enemies”, he spoke softly then looked to his guards, their bloodlust visible. At his command they would gladly march into Diamonds and avenge this attack. “Don’t worry my valiants, they will pay dearly for this and the lingering scent those fucking rats left”, he said standing and turning his blade rapidly to see the blood fall from it. “But we are not as foolish as they. For one with so many years, their Ace has never learned patience”, he said turning and walking deeper within the Diamond side of the border. He looked and saw the posters of Ara and Hilo, a quick chortle passing his lips before he caught another LEA agent to sheathe his sword in.

Returning to his side of the border, his command saw to the disposal of the remnants of the imps and those dead at their hands. “I can’t tell what smells worse, their burnt bodies or their blood and goo from being cut open”, he worded disgusted at the stain Valentina’s plague left on his territory. “Do something about the fucking smell”, he ordered, covering his nose. Syuusen lowered, coiling around Joui as he gave his orders near the border, his eyes passing over the senior members of his guard then to the people gathered attempting to pass in as the situation was handled. His low hiss in their direction brought Joui’s eyes.

“Not one Diamond is to cross my borders. Those here will have to stay put, anyone resists, kill them. Anyone sneaks in and is caught, kill them. Valentina wants my attention”, he sang passing his hand over Syuusen’s head, grin wide on his features. “She knows how much I abhor boredom and that woman is anything but boring. Shame though”, he said then just laughed.

To act. To do without being seen, but the goal well accomplished.

He grinned, smile holding well on his features. His senior guards went through the reports coming in, even as his own spies began to move, gathering intel closer to the demon and the situation in Diamonds. And as he grinned, there was indeed amusement in him, brightening his face, but beneath it, his anger bubbled, his rage rose, fueling his thoughts.

This was no simple act of jealousy, this was a declaration of her possession of him and all he was, all he owned. This was a declaration of her dominance. She had long considered all beneath her, now that sum included Joui. The impatient demon who wanted to watch Kadeu burn and descend into chaos had decided she had waited too long. She set her sights on what was his to begin her claim. Oh how he hated being forced to act. And she knew him long enough to know how he hated that.

With no word of Sayge’s safety, he considered simply crossing the border with his guards. The Blue Moon had brought in a nice addition to his forces. Their numbers could rage a proper war against the demon’s LEA. His concern for the Fae tore at that balance between amusement and wrath brewing within him.

But he had to keep his senses. He was trained to think far ahead of the brief release of immediate acts. His duty came before her and this spat they were in.

Indeed, he would act.

They were at war.

#sp: lessons of impatience #Syuusen #dictator barbie arc #im missing a tag for this i know #le fuckity fuck #um ok sure #he has been minding his business barbie like gimme a break

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rosykims · 4 years

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“it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it?” for solavellan please, i want to suffer 😔👌

mild spoiler warning for the last chapter of tevinter nights

For all its wretchedness, Northern Thedas is not without its share of beauty, too.

Solas, stubborn as he may be, is too old and too tired to deny Nevarra’s pleasantries; the tightly packed chateaux homes, the cobblestone streets, the iron lamps casting eerie light out to chase away even the darkest nights. It’s a foreign beauty – perhaps not one he would have appreciated prior to his waking from uthenera – but as he wanders southwards from the Teahouse down along the quiet city roads, he resigns that, yes, this region paints a prettier picture than most.

Not quite as pretty as the Elven woman who has been following him for the past twenty minutes, however – though, he may be somewhat biased.

By her careful distance and the stillness of her posture, Solas wagers that she believes herself to be far more inconspicuous than she actually is. Inquisitor Ashara Lavellan is many wonderful things, but subtle has never been one of them. The fond memory is enough to make him smile, in spite of himself.

He rounds the end of another corner, with his Dalish-shaped shadow following close behind, and enters upon a communal garden square, with stone benchtops encircling around a small pond in the centre. It’s picturesque, even in the dark, and when he takes his seat by the closest bench, he finds the sight more than a little reminiscent of Crestwood.

All the more fitting that they should do this here, then.

“You must admire Hunter Fell a great deal, Inquisitor, to be wandering its streets so late into the evening.” He cranes his head to regard her, and finds her frozen with shock by the ally in which he emerged, her face made unreadable by night and the coverage of a worn brown cloak. “Sit with me, if you would like.”

The Inquisitor remains locked in place, watching him with rigid muscles that convey little but the deepest caution, even in such poor lighting. She says nothing, but after a moment of deliberation, she begrudgingly crosses the distance between them, taking a seat at his side without a word. She does not look at him directly, but tugs her cloak tighter around herself, as if she were fighting off a winter chill.

She fears him, almost as much as she detests him. He had expected as much, but his suspicion of the fact does little to diminish the ache. He finds himself straightening his shoulders, wishing he had a cloak of his own in which to hide his shame.

“I half expected to see you in the Teahouse,” he continues, with a casualness he does not feel. “Of course, the other half of me remains pleasantly surprised, as I so often am when I find myself in your company. How long have you been in Nevarra?”

She says nothing. Her eyes stare out, unseeing, at the pond’s soft ripples before them.

“You would prefer silence?” he offers. “Ma nuvenin. You always were a woman of few words.”

She says nothing, and Solas feels not unlike a scolded child.

Ten minutes pass them by, then fifteen. Ashara’s hand – her right hand, still flesh – makes a white knuckled fist against her thigh, shoulders tensed as if for battle. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and calm, but strained, like her tongue were holding back something visceral.

“Did you kill my agent?”

Solas exhales. “Not your agent, no. She very politely asked me not to.”

The Inquisitor sighs at that, and he watches as her balled fist relaxes slightly, although her body remains guarded and tensed. “How did you know it was me?” she asks.

“Among other things - a street lamp reflected off the steel of your prosthetic. You wear it well, for what it’s worth.”

“It’s worth nothing.” Ashara’s breath catches, just a little, and he observes her body stiffen once more. She takes a deep, calming breath, and then regards him, for the first time since she sat by his side. “You look …”

“Tired?”

“Orlesian.”

“Ah, yes.” He can’t help but laugh at that, looking down at the silken mess of his attire. The sound is foreign, after so long spent away from the Inquisition. “If I’m honest, tonight’s little spectacle went far smoother than I had anticipated. As far as facades go, this is hardly my best work.”

“I’m familiar with your best work.” Ashara nods. “Solas was very convincing.”

His smile dies on his lips, replaced with a frown and a dull pang in his heart. “Very little of who I was within the Inquisition was an act, leth… Inquisitor. It was only the context of -“

“Oh, shut up.” She laughs. It is tired, and small, and full of a sad hate. “Just … just shut up. Creators …‘context’? In other words – your age. Your history. Your family. Your memories. All your skills, your hobbies, every far-fetched story you ever told me. A convenient word, ‘context’. Pretty lace around a lie.” She laughs again, without the hate, and darts her face from his gaze to look up towards the night sky. “It’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? A thousand different lies for a thousand different masks. It makes me wonder how you can even keep track of them all.”

He could argue – he wants to. He only sighs in defeat. “I have had a long time to practice.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Quiet seeps in between them once more, save for the chirping of crickets and the occasional disturbance of the pond’s waters. Ashara tilts her head back against the top of the stone bench, her hood slipping back just enough to bathe her features in soft lamplight. Still so beautiful.

Her eyes are closed, and ringed with circles darker than they were the last time he saw her. She doesn’t seem older – only more tired, in her bones and in her heart. She was never an easy woman to read, and time spent apart has only made that challenge greater. Not for the first time, Solas finds himself wishing he could get a glimpse into that head of hers. Where is her mind taking her, he wonders. Is she planning, reminiscing, considering? Is there any part of her, like him, that finds a secret comfort in his presence, still?

Only, he doesn’t want to think about that, nor torment himself with any further delusions of hope. He settles for small talk as he wills the dangerous question from his mind.

“You seem well.” He says. “Calmer than I had expected. I know I’ve … caused you a great deal of pain, Inquisitor. It is no small reassurance to see you healing.”

Ashara smiles at him, her eyes flickering to meet his own with perfect steadiness.

“I am calm.” She answers plainly. Her voice does not waver. “And when I kill you, I’ll be calmer still. For every lie you told me, for every moment of my time you stole, for every drop of blood that’s been spilt in your name – I intend to have you answer for that. And when you’re done answering, Fen'Harel, I intend for you to die.”

She’s already rising to her feet, stretching and brushing at her cloak with a casual air that takes the breath from his lungs. She doesn’t regard him, and he considers himself luckier for it.

“I see,” he manages, quiet and controlled, as he rises to his feet in turn. “In which case, the best I can offer you is luck, Inquisitor. You will need it.”

She begins to turn away, and Solas finds himself stepping forward instinctively to halt her, before he loses her face from his life once more. “Inquisitor?” he asks.

She turns to face him dully, blue eyes black in the night. He takes a breath.

“It wasn’t all a lie.” He says softly. “Doubtless, I know you’ll find no reason to believe me, but my love for you … that was always real. It always will be.”

Her face betrays no glint of relief, or reciprocation. Her expression is vacant, save for the twitch of her jaw as she bites the insides of her cheeks, hard enough to draw blood. She turns away, sets off into the darkness, and doesn’t deign to look back.

“Live well, Dread Wolf,” she calls out into the night. “While time remains.”

#solas #solavellan #lavellan x solas #tevinter nights #oc: ashara #mine: writing #u asked for suffering? i will happily oblige :))))#for anyone unfamiliar w my oc ashara . . . rest assured she Does actually love him very much and will be redeeming him #she just doesnt know that yet :))))#she deserves to be consumed w/ righteous fury for a little bit i think. as a treat #anyway ive picked the worst possible time to post this but i hope u enjoy !!#felanndaris

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ffxiv-ariavitali · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aymeric de Borel/Warrior of Light, Aymeric de Borel & Warrior of Light, Aymeric de Borel/Original Character(s), Aymeric de Borel/Reader Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Reader Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Mutual Pining, Implied Sexual Content, Cause we know how thirsty we are Series: Part 5 of FFXIV Writing Prompts Summary:

Or lyric prompt: "Someone holds me safe and warm"

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You hadn’t expected the weather to change so abruptly. In fact, you anticipated the oncoming blizzard to hold off until you managed to reach Fortemps manor. Instead, you end up pulled into the Borel estate, its head manservant seeing your figure dash across the Pillars through the window and urging you inside. How will you explain to Lord Edmont you’ll be missing for the rest of the evening?

You ruffle the frozen flakes from your hair and your clothes. The warmth bathes you like a hot spring and does wonders to your frozen fingers. As soon as you remove your coat and boots, you find yourself gravitating towards the closest source of heat - which just so happens to be coming from the den.

You curl up to a ball before a burning hearth and rub your palms together before bringing it closer. The interior walls were a dazzling shade of sapphire with gold detailing creating royal patterns across the design. It certainly reminded you of the outfit Aymeric wears as the lord commander, which only served to make you ever more curious to what he was like in casual attire.

Aymeric appeared before you in half a bell and you were mildly disappointed to find him in his alpine coat. You can tell that he had dressed himself and combed his hair, making you (almost) painfully aware that he was perhaps tucked into bed prior to your entrance and you missed the chance to sneak a peek.

No matter.

You stand to greet Aymeric and he smiles with one of his own. The lord commander notices how comfortable you seem to be by the fire and moves to sit by the closest couch. He asks you if you are alright and he praises Halone for bringing you to safety before you fell victim to the onslaught of the Fury's ire. You laugh and explain that you had finished your latest dungeon and was returning to Fortemps manor for a brief respite.

He asks you to regale him of your tale. While it would be ideal for him to have joined you, reality decided his fate was not to be. Thus would he be satisfied with a simple imagining of how your battles turned out. The sight of your muscles flexing as it weaves between attacks or takes the brunt of a blow, an expression of adrenaline contorting your face from the thrill of adventure, the beads of sweat running down the sides of your temple as you cheer in victory…

Your voice pulls Aymeric from his small fantasy, your eyes dark with concern with how lost he seemed to be. With certain bashfulness, Aymeric admits how his inner wanderlust had him carried away and he was rewarded with the sound of your giggle. How he wished to hear more of it.

The greater part of the evening was used simply talking. Speaking of day-to-day activities, asking of their health, bidding each other to rest; because both of you give so much to that which you are committed to and it takes others to serve as a reminder so that neither of you collapse from exhaustion. That’s just how both of you work. There wasn’t anything wrong with that.

Then, silence falls when your gazes meet.

Neither of you are aware of the hush in the room or the lull in the conversation. You are both quiet, you admiring how his eyes sparkle with the reflection of the flame and Aymeric adoring how your memory of the tale is brightening your own. You both stay like this, comfortable in the silence.

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Aymeric reaches out to take your hand in his. You allow him this and allow him to pull you closer to his person. Off from the ground and into his lap. You feel his body heat and when bare skin met bare skin, your heart fluttered at the sensation of his erratic beat.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

The winds outside seemed to pick up and, in the far corners of your mind, you hear the rustling against the walls and window. It goes unspoken, for your body is indulging in the feel of his hands exploring just as you are unconsciously chasing after his warmth with slight flinches and head tilts. His fingers are gentle, his caress delicate - as if you are both a porcelain figurine on the verge of shattering and an unknown deity that the Twelve kept hidden this entire time.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

Aymeric leans his head towards you, closing the gap enough that your lips were an ilm away from his. You can feel his breath and it only made your heart fit to burst. Your cheeks burned, but so did his. That is, if the lighting wasn’t betraying your eyes.

“You are still chilled overmuch, my friend,” he whispered in a husky voice. “With the storm, it seems wise for you to remain here for the night…”

You gulped and nodded. From excitement, understanding or obedience...who knows?

Far away, long ago…

Aymeric released a soft hum and soon enough, he had closed the gap. His lips were soft on yours and you question for but a breath how he managed to maintain its smoothness in spite of the dry cold of winter, but the thought is pushed aside the more he pulled you to him. To him and with him, down to the lake of need and throwing the chains of restraint across the shore, the life raft being the secure embrace of the other. Both your hands were everywhere and nowhere at once - across arms, threading through hair, brushing against cheeks, sinking lower and lower.

Aymeric picks you up then, causing you to sigh as he breaks the kiss. Even when he is carrying you to his bedchambers, he peppers kisses along your forehead, to the top of your head, anywhere he could as he twirled you in his arms.

Glowing dim as an ember.

When he places you on his bed and retreats to close and lock his door, you notice that his own personal fireplace was losing strength. The candle on his nightstand was melting and a book was half-heartedly tossed across the surface in a rush. Aymeric was excited to see you and it added a certain emotion into the already overflowing melding pot that was whirling in your chest.

Even greater was the thrill when you see he had shed his coat, revealing a plain button tunic that he wore in his colors. Despite the fading light, his expression was clear as day and it was focused solely on you like a predator to its prey.

Things my heart used to know.

Your arms open to welcome Aymeric into your embrace and he collapses into it, your body a temptation that all his years of faith in the Fury could not steer him away from. He hears the muffled chuckles and smiles all the same. Smiles as his lips roam your skin to paint an array of kisses. On your neck, on your collarbone and on your bare chest once he removed your top from you. He hopes you like raspberries.

Things it yearns to remember.

When was the last time you felt like this…?

To feel so safe in someone’s hold, to feel the warmth of their love against your own, the affections evident in each and every brush of skin on skin. You have spent so many moons remaining strong for Eorzea, for the people that plead for your assistance. You’ve bitten back a remark when a merchant was rude and suppressed tears for the ones you were unable to save.

Yet here, right now, you are being cared for. You are being loved in the way you deserve and, oh, how absolutely sublime it is to be reminded of such a sensation.

And a song someone sings…

Aymeric mutters your name like a prayer, a chant. You, in turn, call out to him as if it was the only thing you knew how to say. He was your focus, he was what your heart desired and, by the Twelve, would you level an entire nation if he was taken away from you. For when a heart loves, it knows no bounds. When a heart bleeds, it knows no end.

So, both of you sing. Sing a chorus of each other’s names in the shadowy corner of Aymeric’s bedchamber. Neither of you notice when the hearth’s light finally goes out; the moonlight was bright as it pierced through the glass panes and the warmth of each other’s bodies was enough to stave off the cold. Even more so when the fabrics that separated the intimacies between you two were peeled off.

Once upon a...

Faeries tales often have a willing hero and an eager love interest. No one really knows what occurs after ‘the end,’ only knowing the story begins with a ‘once upon a time.’ In this same notion, you don’t know what the future holds or where it will take you, but at least you know your story began with love.

With love amidst a silver storm on a cold winter night.

#ffxiv writing #ser aymeric #aymeric de borel #wol x aymeric

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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Beholden (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+

Warnings: oral (female), thigh-riding, dirty talk, voyeurism (not Y/N)

Word Count: 4,478

Summary: As the rightful Queen to your nation, you have always known you one day must marry. Each time the question has arisen in the past, you have found legitimate reasons to turn the men down. Until now, that is. Until the proposal of a distant King, one whose union would only bring benefit to your people. Except for the fact, that your heart has already been taken by his proposer.

All breath expelled from his lungs, Jimin slowly lowers himself onto the seat of your chaise. He sits there frozen, eyes wide, due to the command you issued only moments prior.

Sit.

He does this, dark silk of his robes billowing, draping over the furniture. His gaze does not waver, even while dragging a hand through the silver-sand of his hair. The dignitary to a neighboring kingdom, ambassador to a King and mouthpiece of a nation, Park Jimin is here to argue on behalf of his Crown. He is here, to ask for your hand in marriage – not for himself, but for the aforementioned King.

Eyes sparking, you take a slow step forward and enter the room. Your hair is still damp from the bath, sticking to your skin and making you feel oddly exposed. Droplets of water cling to your brow, a substitute for the thin circlet of gold you usually wear.

Gaze raking your body, Jimin seems to devour you whole. His chest rises, falling against the elaborately embroidered brocade he wears. His expression turns tortured at the glimpses of skin you expose when you walk.

“Y/N,” he states – only to wince. “My apologies. What I meant was, your Majesty.”

“Call me Y/N,” you counter, closing the distance between you. Head spinning, you inhale the intoxicating scent Jimin exudes. “I insist.”

His returning smile is soft. “As you wish. Y/N.”

Hearing your name said in such a way – humbled, desperate, wanting – almost makes a moan slip free from your lips. The entire time Jimin has resided at court, you have fought your attraction to him – poorly, apparently and with ill-execution, since it has led to this moment. Earlier in the evening, he requested a private audience in which to plead the case of his ruler.

You responded by inviting him here, now.

He stares as you walk, swallowing around the prominent lump in his throat. Beyond him, your window remains open to the darkness of night, painted silver only by the light of the moon. A breeze stirs the hair at the nape of his neck, carrying with it ripe smells of jasmine and fir. The two primary riches of your land, and why Jimin’s King seeks your hand in the first place.

It is unfortunate, then, that you are not interested in having a King by your side. Coming to a stop before Jimin, you tilt your head sideways and look at him. He stares back, thighs spread openly on the black velvet of your couch. He has not changed since the state dinner of earlier and remains clothed in the wealth of his land – silks and gold, riches and jewels. The material of his trousers clings to muscle in a way which seems almost obscene. His fitness is not a surprise, though. Many mornings you have passed the royal grounds only to find Jimin there alone, exercising his skills.

His skills are many, and not to be underestimated. Hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship of various aspects, not to mention archery and daggers. Jimin is proficient, often excellent, at all of them. His body betrays this raw talent, muscles held taut while you openly survey him. This is the first time you have truly let yourself look. Before, you only allowed momentary glances, taken behind fans when you thought no one was watching.

Never before, have you had the luxury of looking at him openly. Tracing the broad panes of his chest, your gaze encircles his torso and comes to a halt at his lips.

Jimin exhales. “I should be explaining,” he states to you, quiet. “I should be arguing here on behalf of my King – I should be asking you accept his offer of marriage. He is a good King, your Majesty. His lands are rich, and his temperament fair. He is a most gracious ruler.”

“I have heard you say this before,” you muse, reaching out for the clasp of your robe. The fabric you wear is nothing like his – plain, woven material from the looms of your village. It is designed for comfort, rather than style but still, Jimin stares at this as though he might come undone.

“Then,” he swallows, looking up. “Am I here to hear your acceptance?”

Pausing mid-motion, you stare at his frame. The offer of marriage is a complicated notion. On the one hand, you have weighed the odds and found it in your best interest to accept. Your lands need his trade routes and vice versa, his King needs your raw goods. Everything you know validates Jimin’s recent claim – their King is a good one, just and fair in his decision-making.

Still, you cannot help but feel resentful. The idea that someone other than yourself might be best for your Kingdom is a difficult notion to bear. Not only that – for you, it would be a loveless marriage. There is someone else, you desire in your bed.

Returning your gaze to Jimin, your fingers close over the clasp. “I have not yet decided,” you answer him honestly. “That is not why I brought you here.”

“Oh?” Jimin speaks softly, lowering both hands to the chaise. “Then tell me, Queen – why am I here?”

Arching a brow, you undo the latch. “Do not insult your own intelligence,” you state, shrugging free from your robe. It pools at your feet, a small heap of fabric. “You know why I asked you here, tonight.”

Jimin does not control his reaction in time. A tiny groan escapes, seeing your naked body before him. Nothing covering you but the balmy breeze of the window and the weight of his gaze. He traces eagerly, lingering on the peaks of your breasts, the shadowed dip between thighs. Fingers curled around the edge of your chaise, when he looks back up, there is desire in his gaze.

“Y/N…” Jimin’s voice drops to a whisper. “My King would behead me, if he knew.”

“Do you not want me?” you ask, ignoring this protest. Perhaps you misread the situation, earlier – for each glance you gave him, you were certain one was returned. Jimin’s expressions over the past weeks have been longing, meaningful and yearning for more.

Closing his eyes, Jimin holds his jaw taut. “More than anything,” he admits, hoarse. “From the moment I saw you, I feared you would be my undoing.”

“Then,” you exhale, lowering yourself onto his lap, “have me.”

Legs folding around him, your hands slide into his hair. Jimin opens his eyes, clutching at your body, despite all he just said. Between your thighs, you already feel yourself wet, slick with the carnal knowledge of just what Jimin is capable of. It is hard not to recall the night from which this awareness stems.

It was several weeks prior, after a celebratory ball held in honor of the fall harvest. The night was spent in revelry, drunk on both the company of others and the oldest wines from your cellar. Around midnight you excused yourself form the madness – waving aside concerns of your advisors, stating you could make it upstairs to your chambers alone.

Midway through the empty corridor of the second floor, you saw him – Jimin, although he was not by himself. The entire evening, the two of you had been flirting. Furtive looks here, a press of fingers there, a brushing of hands while you walked towards the dance floor. It had affected you greatly (partly, this is why you were retiring to bed early), and it appeared you were not alone in your emotions.

As stated earlier, Jimin was not alone. A handmaiden accompanied him, not one of yours, hoisted onto the low wall between you. Her attire would not have been out of place at the party – but her bodice was ripped, hair undone, skirts hiked up past her waist while Jimin fucked himself into her. He had her on the bearing wall, legs wrapped tightly around him and his breeches shoved past his ass.

You froze, staring at his lips on her breast, switching to the other while his hips pounded forward. The sight made you ache with the force of your wanting. Warmth unfurled in your veins, blazing like lightning and wildfire. When Jimin looked up, catching you staring – he did not stop. If anything, he fucked the girl harder. Lips parting, you found yourself unsure whether to stay or to flee, because the interaction no longer was theirs. No, now it belonged to you. To you and to Jimin, watching you while he pushed himself into this girl.

She came apart underneath him, gasping his name and upon hearing his name – Jimin – torn from her lips, you jolted back to your senses and ran. The visual, along with your hand, was enough to come quickly that night. Ever since, you have not been able to remove the image from mind.

“Jimin,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his ear. “Feel how badly I want you,” you murmur, taking his hand and lowering it in between your legs. “Do you see?”

Jimin’s inhale is shaky. “God, you’re so wet,” he moans, tracing over your folds. Your body is slick with arousal, pushing against him when he brushes over your mound. “Is it all for me?”

“Mm,” you agree, grinding yourself into his palm. Jimin responds eagerly, cupping your heat to slide a finger backwards. “These days, I am always ready for you.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and before you can utter a word, he crushes your lips to his. His kiss is soft, yet intense – much like Jimin himself. One of hands remains at your core, teasing while the other grasps your neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue flicks out to meet yours and you exhale, opening your lips to let him in fully.

The motion of your hips must be ruining the silk of his pants, but Jimin does not seem to mind. Indeed, he pulls you closer, forcing your nipples over the broadness of his chest. They seem achingly hard, in desperate want of attention – and, as though sensing your desire, Jimin chuckles and pulls himself back.

“Would you like to be fucked in the same way?” he inquires, referring to the night you saw him. “Spread out on this chaise, or your bed?”

Bending, Jimin closes his lips around a nipple as you moan, tugging his hair with your fingers. His mouth is attentive – overly so – and your blood pressure spikes, with each tender ministration.

“No – I want to ride you,” you whine, gasping the words. “I want your cock between my legs, your hands on my body while I take you in deeper.”

Jimin nods in agreement, already moving to disrobe. This necessitates the removal of his hands from your body, a fact which you do not approve of. Jimin smirks at your expression, dutifully undoing the trappings of his clothing. “Patience,” he cautions, pushing silk from his shoulders.

Falling to the chaise, the removal reveals the beauty of Jimin’s toned upper body. Unable to speak, you stare, since this is the first time you have seen Jimin shirtless. Even when practicing in the courtyard, he typically does so while dressed in a thin, sweat-drenched tunic. This reasoning becomes clear, when black ink is revealed along the length of his torso. Thin, delicate lines of writing in a language you do not understand.

“What do they say,” you whisper, awed. Gently, you trace over the words with your palms and Jimin inhales, staring at your hands on his skin.

“They are promises,” he explains, pressing his lips to your jaw. “Each new year, I tattoo another – it is the custom, where I am from. This one,” he murmurs, taking your hand and moving it north. Small letters interconnect between his breastbone. “It is a promise of obedience. I swear to be loyal, hard-working and honest to the Crown.”

“Oh?” Your word is barely more than a breath. Fingers exploring the dark whorls of ink, your curiosity only grows. “And what about this one?” you ask, hands sliding lower. A tattoo that is only half-visible, above the waist of his trousers. “What is this one’s meaning?”

Jimin is naked from the waist up, though his pants remain on – they cover the view that you crave. “Another promise,” he murmurs, cupping your face with his palms. “To love as deeply as I can, whenever I can.”

“Ah,” you exhale – uneven, when he begins to kiss down your jaw. Jimin presses his chest to yours, molding you to him. “Is that what you were doing, that night after the ball?”

From his place at your throat, Jimin chuckles. “Were you jealous, Majesty?” he asks, a throaty purr. “Did you wish it had been you, instead?”

“I,” you falter, grinding yourself on his thigh. “I merely thought that, were you interested, you would have asked me instead.”

“I should have asked the Queen into bed?” Jimin repeats, amused. He arches a brow. “I do not imagine that would have gone well,” he exhales, hands sliding to cup the curve of your ass. “I have had to be satisfied by whatever scraps you throw my way. Then, I go and fuck the first woman who’ll have me. I imagine they’re you, you, always you. Their moans,” he whispers, a hand slipping between you, “their swears. Their tight, wet pussies wrapped around my cock. All of it, I only want from you.”

“Oh,” you whimper, finding a rhythm against him. Jimin pulls you over his leg, watching you writhe from the pleasure. His lips find your neck, lips, breasts – briefly, you wonder if you might come undone just like this.

Your eyes fly open. “Not like this,” you pant, reaching for his waistband. “I want you naked, on my bed. Now.”

With a smirk, Jimin watches you rise from the chaise. He catches your waist with his hands, pressing a kiss to your belly button. As he pulls back, caught by the visual, Jimin hovers for a moment. Before you can stop him, his lips brush a more sensitive area. Shivering, your hands curl into his hair and your stance involuntarily widens. Jimin’s tongue darts out to lick arousal-soaked folds and you whimper, pushing your hips forward, seeking out more, more, more.

Withdrawing, Jimin’s tongue touches the edge of his lips. “Not yet,” he agrees, pushing himself to stand. Undoing the waist of his clothing, he lowers his pants to the ground.

His cock stands, half-hard from his waist; reddened and pretty, just begging to be touched. The lines of his muscles are prominent, abdominals disappearing into obliques, wrapped around the edge of his hips. Staring, you wonder if there has ever been a view as glorious as his. The ink of his tattoos blend into the panes of his body, making you uncertain just where to begin.

Gently, Jimin takes your hand. “I am sorry,” he blinks, seeing your shock at the gesture. “I apologize, if tenderness is not as customary for you as for me. I only – I wish to have every piece of you, my Queen. That includes your heart.”

Startled by this, you stare. Jimin stares back, lips wet from your body and gaze full of sincerity. Beneath the bones of your chest, your heart beats like a drum. Despite what you said to him earlier, this is not just about sex. The truth of the matter is; over the past several weeks, you have fallen in love with him. His quiet thinking, his sensible resolve, his lowly voiced humor. All of this has ensnared, entrapped you body and soul.

The fact makes tonight even more dangerous.

Lacing your fingers in his, you let Jimin pull you closer. His next kiss is soft, gentle with his body pressed to yours. Naked and deprived of his wrappings, Jimin moves in a way which drags air from your lungs, scorching them dry. You feel every part of him, know every part and, emboldened, pull him back towards your bed.

“Here,” you instruct, settling down on the edge. “I want you here, so that I might think of you tomorrow.”

Gaze dark and aching, Jimin lowers himself to your mattress, one knee at a time. “I hope that you do,” he confesses, palms laid flat to either side of your body. “I hope you remember the sight of my head between your legs, the feel of my tongue pressed to your sex. I want you to think of me with all other men, Y/N.”

Leaning back on your elbows, you meet his gaze. “I wish that as well,” you exhale, letting your hair fan over the pillows. “Do your worst.”

The sheets beneath you are silk, sensual while Jimin lowers his head to your knee. His lips start off gentle, trailing upwards in a slow pattern; higher, then lower, seeking a path to your core. When he reaches your hips, Jimin kisses each jut of bone before moving to your belly button. Inching lower again, Jimin does not push your legs apart.

Instead, he kisses soft over your sex. With your legs pressed together, everything is so sensitive. Jimin’s tongue darts out quickly, parting your folds with his tongue to make you arch on the bed. He barely grazes your clit, making you shudder, realizing this is entirely new. With a growl, Jimin realizes how wet you are and – suddenly impatient – pushes your legs apart on the sheets.

“Oh,” he exhales, seeing your body splayed out before him. Before you can speak, Jimin bends to close his lips over your bud, sucking hard.

“Ah!” you cry out, arching against him.

“Fuck,” Jimin mutters, lifting his head. He holds your legs open, rubbing the length of your folds. “I imagined before, Queen, what you would look like. I imagined what you would smell like, taste like and I – I never imagined someone this sweet.”

“Liar,” you manage, falling flat on your back. Jimin’s tongue swirls, moving in circles – first one way, then the other. Suddenly, you no longer care if he is telling the truth or not. “Oh!”

“I would not lie to you,” he chuckles, withdrawing. Keeping his gaze firmly on yours, Jimin drags his tongue up the length of your sex – you shiver, when he finds unexplored parts. “Look how hard I am,” Jimin declares, lifting himself from stomach to knees.

Exhaling, you stare because, yes, Jimin is much harder than before. His cock stands out from his waist, reddened and eager. You almost forget what he was doing before with his mouth, and demand that he fuck you right now.

With a small laugh, Jimin drops back down. Spreading your sex with both fingers, he licks over your clit. You squirm, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity until he inches further back, slipping a finger inside. Hips bucking upwards, you gasp and realize you will not last for much longer.

This is not the way you wish to come. Reaching down, you slide your hands into his hair, pulling him upwards. “Jimin,” you moan, chest rising and falling. “I want you inside me.”

After a moment, he nods. Pressing a final kiss to your sex, Jimin scrambles upwards and lowers himself to your bed. He sits there, legs outstretched and cock hard between thighs. When he holds out his hand, you accept, arranging yourself in a position above him.

Gaze dropping, you stare at his cock leaking pre-cum beneath you. Jimin’s hands continue to roam while you look, flicking your breasts and stroking your ass. It is enough that you pant, arching your back to roll your hips in mid-air.

Jimin lets out a low whine at the sight. “Y/N,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “Please. I want to be inside you.”

“Are you clean?” you inquire, though you already know that he is. You would not have asked him here tonight, had he not been on the Royal Physician’s charts. “Your Queen demands honestly from you,” you tease.

“My Queen,” Jimin repeats, tasting the words on his tongue. With a resolute nod, he grips your waist in both hands. “Indeed, I am, my Queen.”

“Good,” you exhale, ignoring the pang the words send and lowering yourself to his length. His tip brushes your folds, easing inside and it takes several moments to work your way down. He is not the biggest you have ever had, but he is thick, hard and hot in your body. Then Jimin rolls his hips, and you realize his lethalness.

His cock thrusts into you, brushing each toe-curling place that you have. This is something you have never experienced: it makes you gasp, lurching forward to clasp the sheets of your bed. From here, Jimin twists to take your breast in his mouth. His tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening this into a peak while he thrusts slow from below.

“Oh,” you gasp when he fills you. He continues, relentless, picking up a rhythm designed to scatter your thoughts. Meanwhile, his mouth does not stop – he switches to the other breast, once you are sufficiently sated.

Gripping your waist, Jimin eases you up and down on his cock. The rhythm stokes a fire within you, renders you molten, in need of release. Pushing yourself higher, you remove your chest from his mouth. Jimin’s gaze darkens questioningly, until you lean back on your palms and take over the motion.

Slowly, you roll your hips in an attempt to feel every inch of him. Lifting yourself higher, then lower, you realize Jimin has gone still underneath. He stares, unable to look away from the sight of you fucking his cock. Legs splayed, chest rising and falling from the motion you set, you push his dick deep inside.

Eager to help, Jimin reaches up and presses his thumb to your clit. You gasp, clenching around his length – in response, Jimin hisses, dick twitching inside you. He rubs you harder, faster and your hips buck, uncontrolled, losing hold of the rhythm.

“Jimin,” you choke out, entire body trembling. “I need your help, make me come.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, hands sliding into your hair to tug you back down. Jimin lays you flat on his chest, hands gripping your ass. “Mm,” he exhales, spreading your folds with his hands. “I don’t know what I did, to deserve to touch you like this.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you exhale, turning and connecting your lips to his. Jimin spreads you wider, thrusting his cock deeper inside. “I could stay here for years.”

Jimin smiles, soft and true – it makes your heart stop for a moment. “Good,” he exhales, before thrusting into you.

With a groan, you collapse on his chest and let him fuck you like that. Each thrust of his hips rubs your clit on his stomach, making you moan and clutch at him tighter. Jimin’s hips are relentless, pounding you openly and forcing you forward. His hands grab your ass, your thighs, your hair; molding you to him. Unable to take it, you cry out from the motion – a risk, but your quarters are fairly isolated from others.

Giving in, you let go and tell Jimin exactly what you think of him. His cock, filling you so deeply, his lips molding to yours. Fingers digging into his back, you whisper how hard and beautiful he is, how he hits all the right places, how he makes you want to come so fucking hard.

Jimin groans, gathering you closer and giving himself to you fully. You can barely see through the pleasure, thrusting your hips each time that he fills you; frantic and needy, chasing after your high. Jimin helps – he laces a hand through your hair, bringing your ear down to his lips. Breathlessly, he details how perfect you are to him. How tight your body is, how wet and needy you sound for his cock. No one else can compare – he was right to want you, since there is no after for him.

He wants to come, deep inside and, upon hearing this, you break apart at the seams. Jimin’s words shatter you, send your body spiraling over the edge, fallen apart in his arms. Jimin’s lips brush your temple, guiding you through and before long, you feel him coming as well. His groan is rough, broken as he releases inside you. Burying your face in his shoulder, he rocks into you until the moment has passed.

Warmth singes your veins, wrapping your body in ecstasy. You do not want him to leave and, lifting your head from his chest, you see a similar debate raging in Jimin’s gaze. On the one hand, this is the safest you have felt in a long time. On the other, if Jimin is not in his chambers come morning, it will raise suspicion. It is not unusual, for you to have lovers – it is unusual, for one to belong to a King who asks your hand in marriage.

With the utmost of care, Jimin sits up, taking you with. The breeze from the window is chilly and he wraps himself around you, pulling the sheet up to your lap.

“I do not know what I wish for your answer to be,” Jimin confesses at last, pressing his lips to your throat. He pulls back, resolutely meeting your gaze. “Practically, this marriage is a good thing for both nations. And yet – selfishly, I want you all to myself.”

Fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his neck, you move closer. “I want that, too,” you admit, barely a whisper. “Logically, you speak true. Logically, I should accept your King’s proposal and join our lands together. But,” you swallow, looking down. “The reason I have not, is I feel for another.”

Brushing your chin, Jimin’s fingers force your gaze upwards. “If I do not return to him with an answer,” he admits, desperate. “He will just send another in my place.”

“And if my response to him is no?” you return, tilting your head.

Jimin does not move. “Then, I will be called back to duty.”

Resignedly, you recall the ink on his skin. Jimin promised obedience, fidelity, loyalty. He would not break a promise to the Crown so easily – it is part of what you love about him. Inhaling softly, you look out the window. The night beyond beckons; it encourages wild propositions and wanton shirking of duty. Instead, you know that when this nighttime does end, you will be left in the day. You cannot run away for too long and, at the end of the night, your choices are not fully your own.

“If I say yes,” you whisper, returning to him. Pushing the words past trembling lips, your fingers curl into his hair. “If I say yes to your King – this Min Yoongi – what will you do?”

Jimin’s gaze burns, pulling your lips close to his. “I will accompany you to him,” he whispers, before kissing you.

A/N: This will be turned into a series! I do not know length of timing yet. Please see the follow-up interlude from Yoongi’s perspective here: Weighted.

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goldishlock · 4 years

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Emerald Seas Chapter 6 (Pirates of the Caribbean Fanfiction)

Seven years later

Katherina lifted herself from her bed, as her maid just left she smelled the fresh air entering her sleeping chambers. The white curtains by the open windows waved graciously in the warm breeze, mixing in with the sound of the palm trees going back and forth in the wind. It was a beautiful day, already very hot as the sun started rising upon the blue Caribbean skies.

It was very early in the morning, Katherina had woken up with a scream, her maid Josephine had stormed into her room without asking permission, thinking she was being kidnapped of some sort. But everything was well, she had assured her. For it was only a nightmare. The same one who had haunted her for years.

Waves crashing upon a misty dark ship, walking over the deck, suddenly turning red underneath her bare feet. Hearing someone scream, screams that turned weaker and weaker, ending in only hearing a soft heartbeat. While moving closer a face of a young man covered in blood was getting clearer, but fading soon again, and every nightmare the face became vaguer. Like the person was fading from her memory.

Katherina sighed and wondered when the nightmares would end, if they ever would. She made way to the room located next to her private chambers and dropped her nightgown from her slender figure onto the wooden floor, her feet stepping out of it slowly reaching for the bath that was filled a few moments earlier. Her thin fingers reached for the water and she made the tips of her fingers flow upon it. Just the right temperature. When in the bath knee high into the water she dropped down gracefully.

Washing away all the tension from her body and mind. Feeling more relaxed already. Her face was half into the water, her lips playing with the small waves of movement. Her red hair darkening when getting wet. She crossed her arms over her chest and got lost in her thoughts. Thinking about what must have been the hundred time she had this dream. But this time there had been something different. The face had vanished more and more with every dream. But not this time. She, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, had seen the eyes of the face crystal clear this night. Ice blue-grayish eyes gazing into hers.

Awaking from her now daydreaming, she moved the water making it spill over the edge a little. She turned her arms away from her chest and made her whole body and head dip underneath the water. After exiting the bath and getting herself dry she moved to the bedroom again. Since it's still so early in the morning she decided to take a simple morning gown over her undergown. She tied her hair, almost completely dried from the heat, with a silk ribbon together so her long golden curls rolled down her shoulder.

She made her way down the long stairs covered in red carpet which always felt so soft and pleasant underneath her bare feet. Something her father had remarked more than a dozen times, how a lady like her should not walk around barefoot. That and not wearing a corset made her mornings feel a lot less formal, as she had to walk around in heels mostly for the rest of the day. Not that she hated that, she was used to the attire and loved it most of the time, but she wished there were some more days, like on the seas, when she would be able to wear something more light.

Even the servants were still making themselves ready for the day. That's why she liked being awake so early, the silence in the mansion with the sounds of nature walking past the open windows made this the only minutes of the day she had truly for herself. Entering the dining room she opened the two doors carefully, trying not to make any noise, but the cracking of the wood was unavoidable. She grinned when seeing a teapot and a single porcelain teacup waiting in the middle of the table. It was one of the servants that was aware of her early mornings and wanted to make sure she had at least a hot cup of tea every time.

An hour passed and while turning her teacup between her hands she heard the creaking of the wooden doors when her father appeared from behind them. He was wearing a smile on his face that wrinkled the side of his mouth. Wearing his brown wig she was amazed by how he managed to do this every morning, considering she was the woman of the two, he always looked ready for any formal occasion. But he was still in his morning robe as well. She gave him a warm smile and he kissed her forehead passing her, sitting down on the chair opposite of her. The many rings on his fingers gleamed in the sunlight, and she noticed he was holding a newspaper tightly. He unfolded it onto the large wooden table and pointed his finger to an article with a big headline in elegant letters.

'The East India Trading Company finally has a new Director' Lord Florence's winded eyes didn't leave the headlines and his finger pressed hard against the paper so the tops turned white.

'It was about time, the last Governor of the Company was tiring everyone with no actions on that what matters the most nowadays!' He almost sounded angry, like the man had done to him something personally.

'Now we have a fresh young face that can only help the new world even further. And he'll even move to the Caribbean. Something the old Director should have done long ago. Smart move if you'd ask me' Lord Florence released his fingers from the newspaper and looked at Kate for the first time, still holding the teacup between her hands, staring outside into the gardens, she clearly wasn't just as ecstatic as her father.

'Katherina, are you listening? Do you know what this means?' her father lifted the news article and placed it directly in front of her on the table. She already knew what he meant. This was going to be one of the suitors he was so desperate to find for her. Now that she was a grown woman, and not the girl she used to be, she had already told him a dozen times, the time will come when she'll pick one. Kate was at an age that it was expected of her to be married and have children already. But she tried to postpone it as long as possible since she still did not feel any spark with the many men her father had introduced her. The countless balls they attended she always managed to slip away from his mission and be with her friends and socialize with the people she liked. There was a spark, once. But she'd never mentioned that anymore, she fought for it once, but in vain.

'You know the man Katherina' her father's eyes hooked onto hers to see her reaction. She was blessed to not be forced into marriage yet, only thanks to the position they were in, but time was running out. But Kate didn't want to discuss this again, she couldn't care less about who this man was, for he was going to be the same as any of the other men, only wanting her for her wealth, title, and beauty.

She was a lady ahead of her time and interested in everything business wise, learning a lot from her father. Most of the time she knew everything that was going in the world. But when her father had started to push her even more into the direction of marrying she stopped following what was going on with men getting higher up in ranks and the titles that were given from the King himself. Only to save herself from the information she knew about these men, prior to meeting them.

'No father stop this! We have been down this path and it must stop' she squeezed the newspaper into her hands and made it into a ball without looking at the article what so ever. She stood straight from her chair and threw the paper ball into the fireplace.

'But Katherina, you will like him, trust me' Lord Florence stood as well and took her wrist caring so she won't run out of the dining room.

'I've had enough of it. I've heard you say this a thousand times father!' annoyence filled her voice.

'Give me one last chance Katherina. I will show you I'm right' he spoke like he wanted to make it up to her and moved his arms around her holding her in his loving embrace.

'Only if you promise me this is the last time and after that leaving me to sail my own course' Kate looked up to her father's tall body, hoping this will be the very last time, and if it was, then this would be a good deal.

'You have yourself a deal' her father spoke grinning at her. Kate kept a straight face and moved her head onto her father's chest.

'Tomorrow we will attend his ceremony, after that there shall be a ball' Kate moved her head from his chest.

'A ball, well at least the evening will bring some excitement' Kate spoke with a rather sarcastic tone.

'This day and your meeting will be very exciting, I assure you my dear' Lord Florence looked at her releasing him and making her way to the doors. She turned around before leaving.

'This man must be quite something, you seem so certain' Kate whispered, already mocking his lost deal. Lord Florence's mouth curled into a smirk.

'Just wait and see my dear'

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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💜 This I Promise 💜

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XLVII. Rendezvous

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It was the much awaited evening of the year.

Naturally, all of the debutantes and their family were busy preparing for the event, including all the nobles who were also invited.

The same atmosphere could also be said to that of the Dawk and Shunerman household, despite the added tension exuding from the people within each of the estates’ walls.

For one, (F/N) was being scolded by none other than Lady Delilah. And there was approximately three hours left before the event.

“No, no, no!” the irritated lady said to (F/N)’s attendant for the evening. “How many times do I have to point myself out? This thing would not be allowed in the Reiss household!”

“But, the young lady was insisting upon wearing it.” The frightened attendant, Rosaria, squeaked. She was absolutely afraid of Delilah. Deathly afraid, if you may say so.

“Yes, I’m insisting on it.” (F/N) retorted. She was sitting in front of a large vanity mirror. She had been on her bath robes for at least an hour, unable to change into her clothes for the evening because of Erwin’s older sister. “What could go wrong?” she asked innocently.

Delilah exhaled angrily, unable to keep up with the girl’s oddity. She pinched the bridge of her pointed nose and placed an arm on her hip.

“Lady Delilah, does it say so, otherwise, on any guide books about the Winter Season?” (F/N) asked for the third time that night.

“No.” she simply answered with much gravity.

“Come on, my Lady.” The young girl told her. She was smiling up at her like nothing’s wrong. “Winter Season is all about fashion, right? Time itself could never match the pace of its changes. You told me that.”

The lady looked at her with those cold blue eyes, considering the decision she was about to make.

Am I going to regret this? She asked herself. Is she going to regret this?

“Well, then. Let’s get started.” She announced, putting a smile on both (F/N) and Rosaria’s faces. “Rosemarie was about to get finished with her preparations. We must leave at exactly ten in the evening. There’s no time left. Rosaria, make sure (F/N)’s hair is properly brushed.”

“Yes, my Lady.” The attendant answered. She removed the towel on (F/N)’s head and started going through the wet loops of locks with her comb and brush.

“Thank you, Lady Delilah.” She said with that disarming smile once more.

“What more can I say?” she uttered. "I can't change your mind, after all,..."

“Sorry?”

“Nothing.”

After thirty minutes, Rosaria was about to style (F/N)’s hair in the common Winter Season fashion when Delilah unceremoniously dismissed the girl.

“But, the buns, or the tiara. The mousse!” The attendant bravely argued, being a true and loyal believer of high – fashion hair styles.

“Seeing that we had a last minute change, we no longer have to follow the protocols of high fashion here.” Delilah answered. “I’ll take care of it, myself.”

“The dr – “ Rosaria started, but she cut her sentence off, seeing that the term no longer applied with the situation. “The garb! What about the garb.”

“I can manage, dear.” Delilah said, then smiled at her. “Just go help with Rosemarie’s petticoats, alright?”

The attendant calmed down and smiled back. “Understood, my Lady.”

Rosaria went out, closing the door behind her and leaving the ladies in peace.

It was only then that (F/N) felt the nervousness that she was supposed to be feeling as a debutante. Well, she didn’t feel it a few hours prior, but she definitely felt it now. And it honestly unnerved her. It was like diving into a different world than hers, facing unknown places and faces with no one else but her.

Delilah took the foundation and the eye shadow palette from the table but dismissed them, as well, seeing that there’s no need for much heavier makeup. She just took a brush and powder and started applying it to (F/N)’s delicate face.

And just like she predicted, not too much time was spent on (F/N)’s minimum makeup.

Delilah stepped back and admired her work, and the beautiful girl wearing it. The girl looked at her with confusion.

“We’re done?” she asked.

“Yes, dear.”

“I thought it would be much longer.”

“There’s no need.”

“Oh.”

For a space of a few seconds, (F/N) was quiet. She was even silent as Delilah helped her put on her clothes. Delilah noticed this, of course.

“Tell me your thoughts.” She said as let (F/N)’s hair fall down gently on her back.

(F/N) was a bit startled upon hearing her. She looked at the older woman and she was surprised upon seeing the concern on her face. It somehow reminded her of someone,…

“I’m sure you’re not exactly proud of me right now,…”

“What is that rubbish I’m hearing from you?” Lady Delilah retorted as she put all the things that (F/N) would be needing in a black reticule, the same color as her outfit for the evening.

“But, all these changes, this,… rubbish!” (F/N) muttered as she observed herself in the mirror. “I know that I’m not exactly the pupil that you could you be proud of right now. I’m not even what others would consider an exceptional and sensational beauty. I’m so sorry, my Lady.”

Delilah just raised an eyebrow. She joined her most favorite pupil and looked at the mirror with her.

“What are you talking about? All I could see here is a pupil I’m very proud of.”

(F/N)’s eyes widened at those words. She glanced at Delilah once more with that confused look of hers.

“Don’t look at me like that, your makeup would get ruined.” The older woman said then sighed. She gently put her hands on top of (F/N)’s shoulders. “So, are you regretting your decision now, dear?”

“No! I just,…” the girl said, clearly conflicted.

“If you are worried by what people would say, then don’t mind them.”

“But, you told me to be acceptable in their eyes.”

“Yes, I told you that. And that’s called meeting their standards.”

It looked as though (F/N) would cry at Delilah’s words.

“So I’m,… unacceptable and below standards – “

“Exceed their expectations. I know you can do it.”

“How do I do it?”

Delilah smiled and nodded at her, a gesture that the lady didn’t exactly show others.

“Like what you’re always doing. Show them what a gem you truly are!”

Finally, Delilah managed to make (F/N) laugh. For the first time, ever.

“I’m not exactly a gem, my Lady!” she said through her uncontrollable giggles.

“To the people who truly loves you, you are.” She whispered to her ear. “Well, now, unless you want to keep my stupid brother waiting for another two hours, let’s get going.”

Delilah handed (F/N) her reticule and her invitation. And together, they left the room to meet Erwin downstairs.

***

Levi was waiting for Hange and the others downstairs. Yes, he hated going to parties and such, but he definitely hated being tardy.

His arms were crossed, his right foot tapped impatiently and relentlessly. He was facing the front door, his back turned against the staircase.

A few minutes more of waiting and he finally heard the obnoxious woman’s voice.

“We’re ready, Levi.”

“Finally. What took you so – “

But, Levi just dropped his sentence upon turning around and looking at Hange.

It’s not like he wanted to cut his sentence.

His breath was just taken away, both positively and negatively.

“What in the fucking blazes,…” he just whispered helplessly. His hands went automatically to his temples, trying to massage them to ease the sudden headache that invaded him due to the incredibly crazy sight.

After all, who could blame him?

***

Erwin was having a conversation with Nile at the library. Jonas, on the other hand, was standing near the fireplace away from them and just observing. All of them were wearing the appropriate attire for the evening, and they were all waiting for the ladies to arrive. Particularly Erwin. He was very excited to see (F/N) wearing a beautiful ball gown. He was so sure that she would be the most beautiful woman on the dance floor.

“Gentlemen.” Marie uttered, gaining the attention of the men.

All three of them turned towards the doorway,…

… and had their breaths taken away from them.

Marie was wearing a very sophisticated – looking ball gown the shade of her beautiful ocean – blue eyes. Her hair was in a slightly loose bun, intertwined with a string of pearls and expensive looking gems. She smirked upon seeing the look, and drool, on her husband’s face.

She cleared her throat in a mocking and jesting way as she stepped slightly away, gesturing behind her.

“May I present, Misses Rosemarie Dawk and (F/N) Carlstead.” She announced excitedly.

Nile and Erwin craned their necks, trying to see the ladies. Their eyes widened upon seeing Rosemarie in her pure white and flowing gown, looking like the most anciently divine princess with her golden tiara, symbolizing her debutante status. She looked at her father, joined him, and linked her left arm with his right one.

“I may have to ward off numerous wolves tonight, dear.” Nile said to his daughter. He smiled warmly, trying to suppress the tears that was threatening to get out of his tired eyes. “You look beautiful, my daughter.”

Rosemarie’s eyes widened. She looked at her father and turned hastily away, some tints of red starting to creep on her smooth cheeks. She still had a grudge on him after what happened that day. Yes, she hated her father for that, but she still loved him, being a total daddy’s girl and all. She just couldn’t accept that Nile would deny her wishes, and it made her totally sad.

But, just this once, she decided: she would fulfill her father’s wishes.

And after that, he must accept her for what she would do, as she had made her mind.

She would pursue her dreams of being a journalist, no matter what.

Marie went towards her son, Jonas. He just looked nonchalantly at her, his hands on his pockets.

“Aren’t you going to take your mother’s hand?” she said, smiling up at him. Oh, how times pass, her beloved son was already taller than her!

Jonas shrugged, looked away, looking seemingly embarrassed. He left the protection of the fireplace, stood up straight, and took his mother’s waiting hand. After everything that had happened and his current rebellious state, he still couldn’t deny that after all this time, he was still his mommy’s boy.

Erwin waited for (F/N) to enter the library, and when she finally emerged from the shadows with his sister, he was utterly,…

… there was simply no other words left to describe what he just saw.

He smiled despite of what he saw, totally accepting her bold move, and went towards her. He knelt in front of her, took her right hand, and placed a chaste peck on it. He stood up, not letting go of her hand, his eyes letting her image burn on his mind and memory. She might hate him when she finally gets her memory back, so it’s best to instill every happy moment he would have with her. He decided that right before going to the event. He decided that right before taking the wheels on her life from the moment of her supposed death.

He swore, he would give this wonderful girl the life she deserved, no matter what.

And he would start it right now.

He would not let anyone take her away from him.

***

Every eyes turned towards them as they glided on the dance floor.

Every word Levi heard from them didn’t please him, at all.

“Isn’t that the Countess’ granddaughter?” one noble said to another.

“Yes! That’s her!”

“The whore’s daughter!”

“Why did the Countess’ daughter have to run away from her family when life’s clearly better here than there?”

“Even marrying the family’s Butler!”

“What a shame! What a shame!”

“Where’s the Countess when you need her?”

“She’s six feet under with that senile Count, rotting away!”

“Look at that Countess’ granddaughter, dancing with the Captain of the Scouting Legion,…”

“That’s the Captain of the Legion?”

“Look at that, it seems that being a whore runs in the family!”

“I can’t take it any more!” Petra cried and tore herself away from Levi’s arms. She ran away from the dancefloor, leaving him there in front of judgmental eyes.

“Petra!” he said and went after her.

He found her there outside on the gazebo, still crying her eyes out. He went towards her and wrapped her in his warm embrace.

“Petra, don’t mind what they said.” He whispered gently on her ear. “They’re trash. Everything they said is trash.”

“And so I’ am!” she cried. “Yes, my mother was the daughter of a Countess here in Wall Sina. She ran away from home because her family opposed her relationship with the family Butler. My father did everything he can to fend for themselves by being just a simple farmer in Wall Rose. My mother helped by working as a seamstress. They did nothing wrong! They did,… nothing wrong,…”

“They just loved each other.” Levi said to her. “There’s nothing wrong with loving someone. Hush, Petra,…”

“I’m so, sorry,…” she was drenching his fine suit with her tears, but that doesn’t matter right now. “You must really hate me right now,…”

“I don’t hate you. I will never hate you.”

Petra looked up at him and gave him an innocent kiss that soon turned into a passionate one.

Before the kiss could turn into something different, they pulled hesitantly away.

“Let’s run away from here.” He told her like some mischievous kid planning something naughty.

Petra finally smiled. She really liked that boyish side of him.

“Erwin and Hange would totally get suspicious if we just vanished like that.”

“I don’t care.” He said, wiping her tears away.

“What about the Duchess Fleminger? She invited us graciously here for the Winter Season. We can’t let her down.”

Levi just winked at her.

“She’s busy as tonight’s hostess. She won’t even notice that we’re gone.”

***

~ @levi4mikasa , @yepps , @nerdyphantomlady , @shewolfofficial , @unhappysap , @super-peace-fangirl , @fangurl-ontgeside , and @emilyackerman78 . 💜

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elizaviento · 5 years

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Manipulation (part 8)

NSFW -- 2400 words

(FYI: This story is a sequel/companion piece to Assimilation, which can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog’s description along with additional chapters of Manipulation. Or, you can click the #manipulation tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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I woke up once in the middle of the night when I felt the humid, warm puffs of her breath bathing my neck and shoulder. Startled, I nearly throttled her before the memories of what had transpired hours earlier sprang forward from my memory bank. Releasing a sigh of relief, I rolled on my side and strained to see her face as my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

She was lying on her side, facing me with one hand tucked under the pillow. My scratchy blanket covered from her shoulders downward and I wondered if she was still nude. Gently and slowly lifting the shroud, so as not to wake her, I peeked underneath and smirked when I was rewarded with bare breasts. Then, I chanced placing the hand still under the blanket on her hip, confirming that no fabric covered her lower half either.

As exhaustion began to overtake me again, I wiggled closer to her on the cot and draped an arm across her waist. She stirred only slightly, but her features remained slack. Closing my eyes, I quickly banished the nagging thought of what would become of this once the harsh light of day illuminated our transgressions.

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Digging through all the crap I had stored on the metal shelves in the garage was always such a pain in the ass. Briefly wondering if I could somehow bribe Summer to organize it for me, my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the two boxes sitting next to the shelves; the same boxes that I’d begrudgingly agreed to allow her to store in here until she moved out. Stepping closer toward them, I tilted my head to read her handwriting scrawled down each side in black magic marker. One box was labeled as ‘random crap’ and the other simply as ‘photos’.

Photos, huh? I had missed out on over thirteen years so the pathetic curiosity was overwhelming and it took me all of five seconds to pull a pocket knife from my lab coat and slice the thick packing tape across the top.

It was an absolute cluster fuck inside. What appeared to be hundreds of loose photographs haphazardly tossed in a cardboard box with no cataloging or preservation method whatsoever. Thinking back to the state of the boxes on my metal shelves, I smirked to myself at this common thread between us as I removed a handful of photos from the box to leaf through.

Most of them were of the kids. In fact, discarding each one on top of the other unopened box as I went, I figured 85 percent. Some were of Beth, Jerry, Joyce, Leonard, other people I didn’t recognize and didn’t give two shits about. But, then, the next handful I scooped up and shuffled through revealed her in a sleeveless, knee length white dress. The kids were in the photo with her – one on each side – and they were also dressed in formal attire. She didn’t appear much different physically but the kids were obviously a few years younger. The next photo in the stack also showed her in that same white dress. Only now, just her father appeared with her.

Nice going, Rick. You stumbled across her wedding photos. You know what they say right? Curiosity punches the old man directly in the ball sack. Maybe you should quit while you’re ahead, huh pal? Maybe you should quit before you find one that she and her husband took of themselves while they fucked on their wedding night in some kind of amateur hour photo shoot.

Tossing the pile I had in my hand back into the box, I quickly threw the others inside as well before finding a roll of tape on my shelves to reseal it. It served me right, I supposed. I’d watched more than a few Ricks in the dimensions where her counterparts were still married play games of hide and seek with her husband. Most of them were having an affair and that presented its own set of challenges, but the ones who weren’t were just plain miserable. They avoided her and her husband’s counterparts like the plague, and I honestly couldn’t blame them. I’d only caught a glimpse or two of the husband through the goggles and honestly couldn’t pick the guy out from Adam. As it were though, I’d prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible. No good would come of stumbling across a photo of him, at this point.

Feeling grumpy from having almost sabotaged myself, I gave up my plans of recalibrating the ionic defibulizer and decided to go back inside to check on her. I’d left her sleeping in my room about an hour prior when I’d realized that I’d been staring at her while she slept for a creepy, stalker-esque amount of time. But, as soon as I entered the kitchen, I caught the faint sound of water running through pipes. Considering no one else was home, I felt my cock twitch as the cliché image of her soaped up in a steamy shower invaded my mind.

Again, it took me all of five seconds to decide to join her, even as I was already walking toward the bathroom. Jiggling the door knob, I found it locked – which was fucking adorable – so I fished an ink pen from my inner pocket, pushed it through the hole to pop the lock on the other side, shed every stitch of clothing and opened the door. The bathroom was completely shrouded in steam and I wondered if she was trying to boil herself alive. Then, the bubbly sound of her laughter could be heard over the shower spray. An intrusive thought crept in that she was trying to scrub the shame of our coupling from her skin, but I shoved it away as I forcefully yanked the shower curtain back.

She screamed. Loud. She also tried to scramble backward which only managed to pitch her off balance as the balls of her feet slipped up the tub wall. Thankfully she steadied herself before falling and cracking her skull.

“What w-w-were you laughing about in here?” I asked nonchalantly while trying not to laugh.

“WHAT?!” she screamed back at me. Obviously her brain hadn't fully caught on to the fact that I wasn’t there to murder her and I smirked as I stepped over the tub wall to join her.

“Jeez, tone it down – dial it back a bit or Jerry will start to suspect something,” I joked as I shimmied past her to get to the spray of water. Noticing the look of pure terror on her face at the prospect, I clarified that I wasn’t serious by adding, “Re-relax. He’s not here.” A moment later, she shoved me as I ducked my head under the shower spray. “Hey, watch it! I – I’m an old man, remember? If I shatter a hip, you’re cleaning – emptying my bedpan.”

She laughed, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest as she shivered slightly. Her brow was also furrowed, making it obvious that she was having a serious reflection on what I’d just said. The last thing I wanted was for her to try to backpedal, so I moved in closer.

“I can hear the gears t-t-turning in that head of yours,” I said, grabbing one of her forearms to pull her in until we were chest to chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I rested my chin on the crown of her head and turned her until she was again under the soothing spray. Once I was sure that she had warmed up enough, I pulled back slightly to look down on her. When she shifted her gaze upward toward me, she also rose on her tip toes and kissed me, parting her lips slightly to encase my bottom lip between hers and gently tugged it with her teeth as she lowered back on her heels.

Wasting not even one second, I wrapped my arms around her tighter and continued where she’d left off – pressing several short, open mouth kisses to her lips before pushing inside; rolling my tongue over and around hers until I had her absolutely breathless. All the while, my cock filled and swelled against the soft flesh of her stomach. And, as I pulled away to trail kisses across her jaw, she leaned back to grant me easier access which, in turn, shifted her smooth skin across the head of my cock. That bit of stimulation flipped a switch in my brain, throwing me into a frenzy I could hardly control.

Without warning, I unwrapped my arms from her waist to grip both of her biceps, turned her around and roughly shoved her against the shower wall. Then, placing one hand on the back of her neck, I pressed her cheek to the ceramic tile.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” I growled in her ear, rutting against her ass from behind. “Are you wet enough for me yet?” Moving one hand between her thighs, I spread her lips wide with my ring and index fingers before thrusting my middle finger inside. We groaned in unison – her from the sudden intrusion and me from the sensation of my digit sinking into that tight, wet snatch of hers. “Mmm, yeah, y-y-you – you’re ready,” was all the warning I gave her before swiftly positioning and slamming home. Her chest and face slid upward against the tile with the force of it and she cried out. For a split second, I wondered if I’d hurt her. Most of her counterparts seemed to like it rough now and again but perhaps I’d misinterpreted her earlier lip bite.

That is, until she demanded – “Do it again.”

Suppressing a moan, I gripped her hips a bit tighter. “Yeah? You like that?” I asked before pulling out and ramming back in.

“Oh, fuuuck…” she sobbed. “Don’t stop!”

Jesus Christ, it’s like Christmas morning and I’ve just been gifted the perfect toy, I thought as I shuffled back slightly – tugging her hips to move with me – and then positioned both hands to clamp down on her shoulders for leverage. Dropping a kiss on top of her head, I pulled out nearly all the way and then slammed home again and again and again.

“Oh, shit. Oh, Christ. I – I’ve fucked my hand so many times while – while dreamin’ about pounding you in this shower,” I confessed; the words spewing from my mouth unchecked as she slid and grunted against the tile. She moaned in response, her pussy tightly enveloping my cock and I continued to give it to her. “I can feel you squeezing my dick, baby, fuck. Touch – rub your clit for me. I want – wanna feel you cum.”

Sliding one hand down the tile, she squeezed it under her body. Seconds later, she cried out and her knees buckled beneath her. I adjusted my grip from her shoulders to her hips to hold her upright as she continued to massage her clit until her legs began to tremble.

“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” she screamed, slamming her free hand against the tile. Her cunt continued to tighten as I fucked her and I knew she was seconds from cumming. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her ear and commanded her to do so.

“Cum.”

And, she did. Her body seizing in the same manner as the night before, she hitched a sob as a flash flood erupted from her cunt, coating my cock as I continued to savagely fuck her. As each contraction pulsed and squeezed, I faltered my rhythm as I drew closer to the edge of that cliff.

“I’m gonna – gonna cum on your ass, baby. You ready?” I asked, my speed increasing as I chased my own release. The glide of her slick pussy was so god damn perfect and I wondered how I would contain myself from fucking her 24/7.

“Yesss,” she hissed in reply. Her climax ebbing, she steadied herself before continuing, “Cum on me, Rick. Do it, baby.”

“Ah FUCK!” I yelled as I pulled out and pumped my cock. Once, twice; the pressure building and building until it snapped and I came all over her ass – each rope painting the perfect landscape of debauchery on her backside.

Completely exhausted and panting like a dog, I hadn’t even realized I’d slumped on top of her until she spoke –

“That was fun. But, I really need to actually shower now.”

Laughing, I stood upright and wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her from the shower wall and steady her on her feet.

“I – uh – gotta get Morty, anyway,” I said, pulling the curtain back and stepping out while she angled her body back under the water.

“Morty’s in school,” she informed me and I scoffed.

“So? I’ve got shit to do and – and need his help.” Once I was fully clothed, I turned back toward her to add, “Don’t tell Beth.”

“Rick, that’s not fair,” she replied, pulling the shower curtain around her body to shield from the cold air wafting in from the hall. I should have known that her sense of duty to the kids would remain absolute.

“Okay, fiiiine,” I groaned, rolling my eyes before stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door.

“You’re still going to get him, aren’t you?!” she yelled after me.

Smirking at her correct assumption, I casually strolled toward the garage. And, as I did, I had the distinct feeling that what had just transpired had cemented something between us. Yeah, we’d fucked the night before, but it was under a haze of alcohol and vulnerability. She could have refused me just now. She could have screamed at me to leave the bathroom as soon as I ripped open the shower curtain. But, she didn’t. Even the short conversation between us after the euphoria of a good fuck had faded was natural and easy – no awkwardness or tension whatsoever. I supposed that, even at my age, it was never too late for firsts.

To be continued...

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lilyabsinthe · 2 years

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Looking Back...😄

Looking Back…😄

Looking back to last May… I know I’m a little scary in this image, but it’s sheer happiness and jet lag combined, accented with some cool bling–some antique, (check out the bracelet from Elizabeth Emerson) some vintage, and the earrings are awesome modern reproductions from Dames a la Mode. FUN FACT: we got held up with TSA at LAX because the box that held all this bling was in my carry-on…they…

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Irked

Title: Irked

Author lokilover9

Chapter 4

Original Imagine: Imagine due to having highly effective telekinesis, Tony Stark seeks you out and hires you. Loki’s been forced to live there by Odin and help on missions when needed, making penance to Midgardians. Prior to moving into the Tower, you learn of his superior and arrogant attitude and upon being introduced, immediately dislike him. Particularly because he looks at you like your his next meal.

Needless to say with their wicked hangovers, Nat and Shandi slept most of the next day. Later in the afternoon, Loki was leaving his apartment when Clint passed him by. His head was cocked to the side, hair majorly disheveled, shirt half hanging out of his pants and dried barf stained his clothes.

Loki tried waving off his scent. “Rough night Cupid?”

“Fuck off.” He grumbled, heading towards Nats apartment.

“Might I suggest a shower first? She might not let you in if you don’t.” Clint kept walking and Loki smirked while knocking at Shandis door.

She dragged herself off the couch where she’d passed out after a trip to the kitchen that morning for headache relief, but it hadn’t done much good. Putting on a robe, she answered the door.

Loki smirked at the sight of her. “You look almost as bad as Clint, although he’s quite putrid at the moment.”

“Huh?” She asked.

Loki spoke matter of factly with his hands behind his back. “Oh, yes. I was referring to last night’s dinner I assume? Small particles of it are still attached to his attire. Quite an unpleasant sight really, you’re lucky you missed it.”

Shandi stared at him as her stomach began turning from Clints scent still lingering in the corridor. “What do you want Loki?”

“Hmm. My guess by the looks of it would have been a salad of some sort, combined with dried up pasta in a white sauce perhaps?”

That did it. She slammed the door in his face and just made it to her kitchen sink.

“No problem.” He shouted from the other side. “I’ll just leave your shoe here darling.” He dropped it to the floor and just then, Clint came back around the corner. “Denied entrance were you? I did suggest a shower.”

“I said fuck off Loki.”

He walked on towards his own apartment and Loki snickered going back into his.

After cleaning out her sink, Shandi brushed her teeth, crawled back into bed and her phone rang. It was Nat.

“I hope you feel as shitty as I do.”

Shandi whined into the phone. “Ya think?”

“Okay good. Just checking.”

“Well thanks friend.”

Nat chuckled at her subtly.

Shandis curiosity got the best of her and she had to ask. “Do you remember what Clint had for dinner last night?”

“Uhhh, Caesar salad aaand fettuccine I think. Why?”

Shandi gagged. “I gotta go!”

After hurling again, she brushed her teeth once more and crawled back into bed. “Fuck. Maybe I should just put a bucket beside the bed.” Someone knocked at the door again and she grumped when almost to it, thinking it was Loki returning. “I’m not in the mood for this crap Lo… Tony!”

“Hey doll. Oooh, you look a little rough. I heard you were subjected to a Nat n’ vodka night?”

“Yeah. It was fun, but I’m paying for it now.”

“Been there, I know the pain.” He held up her shoe. “This yours maybe?”

“Yes, thank you. Tony, I’m sorry. Please come in?”

He gave it to her, then declined. “Thanks, but it’s all good. Nat can drink the best of us under the table so I wanted to make sure you were still alive.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Sure. You wouldn’t happen to know what that smell is out here would you?”

“Clint I believe.”

Tony grimaced. “Niiice, Nat must have murdered him this time. I’ll leave him to rot then. Later doll.”

Shandi chuckled before closing her door and Tony headed towards the elevator, waving off the smell. “Whew. You really need a hose down corpse Clint. That’s nasty.”

Shandi dropped her robe and decided on a hot bubble bath before trying to sleep again. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so shitty from drinking. Her muscles were tense from vomiting which was aggravating her headache and the pain was only heightening her nausea. It was a vicious circle she hadn’t escaped since first waking and it was becoming frustrating. Nowhere near so however, than her constant thoughts of Loki. Like persistent annoyances of sorts, they’d attached themselves to the outskirts of her mind and refused to leave, despite her diligent efforts. And Heaven help her to comprehend why the sound of his voice traps her in a subtle state of arousal from the moment she hears him speak, regardless who he’s addressing, until he stops. Sitting in her tub, the only sound being the quiet hissing of her rapidly dissolving bubbles, her mind helplessly wandered and she closed her eyes.

~~~~~ It was past midnight when Shandi went swimming in the Towers pool. After dimming the lights, she’d turned on the tiny turquoise ones beneath the water’s surface and was enjoying the peaceful solitude of having the place all to herself. Exiting the deep end, she walked towards the diving board when every light in her sights suddenly extinguished. Floor to ceiling windows thirty stories up in a skyscraper illuminated nothing unless the moon was full and she was plunged into complete darkness.

“J..Jarvis?” No answer.

While struggling to focus, the unmistakable sound of a door opening and closing near the shallow end filled her ears, followed by the sound of all three that gave access to the pool, locking one after the other. Her head jerked towards each click, keeping her distracted from a fast approaching presence until it was too late.

Gripping her from behind, he covered her mouth with his large hand and dragged her back against the wall. She tried struggling, but was pulled to the floor unable to escape as his long legs quickly tightened around her torso. Pinning her head still, he presented a ball gag and she managed only a muffled cry before her mouth was filled with it. Everything happened so fast and still unable to see, Shandi was terrified until he spoke.

“Good girl.”

Before she could react, he stood and lifted her, jumping in near the shallow end. As he began pulling her to one side, Shandi focused her inner energy on two lounge chairs and several floating devices nearby. In seconds they were whizzing towards them, but Loki was too fast and a flash from his wrist hurled them into a wall.

He chuckled while subduing her by binding both wrists behind her back with magic. “That wasn’t very smart. They could have struck you too darling.”

Furious, Shandi struggled as he kept pulling her and began inhaling water. Coughing and spitting it out, she gasped for air and Loki placed her towards the wall with her back pressed against him.

“Come now. Was that any wiser, hmm?”

His patronizing sarcasm was infuriating and she grunted and tried struggling harder in protest. Loki calmly wrapped an arm around her, kissed sensually down the side of her neck, then licked back towards her ear. She shivered and just as it ended, he tightened his arm abruptly and she froze when his tone became dark and menacing.

“I’ll only warn you once. I know what you like, but continue this behavior and I’ll consider it no more.”

Her heart raced as he loosened the ties of her bikini bottoms, tossing them from the pool and despite being infuriated, couldn’t deny the arousal she’d begun feeling. Loki lowered her torso to the deck until her cheek laid upon it, pushed open her legs and gently traced his fingers along her folds.

“Look what I found Pet.” ~~~~~ Shandi flailed her limbs and gripped the sides of her tub, coughing up bubbles from her throat. “Oh for fuck sakes! Really?”

After wiping up the floor, she put on pajamas and headed back to bed and began massaging her temples. “Dammit. Why can’t I shake this pounding headache?”

Tossing and turning, she drifted in and out of sleep still feeling nauseous and sweaty. Then when almost there, the funniest sensation overtook her. It began in the space between her eyes and like a soothing warmth, slowly spread throughout her skull and down the entire length of her body. The sickness and headache she felt followed it like a subtle wave that ebbed out the tips of her toes.

Loki removed his thumb and watched her brow un furrow and body go limp as she eased into a peaceful sleep. “I’ll aid you in your suffering this once darling, but indulge yourself again and I’ll leave you to it. You certainly are beautiful by the way. Goodnight.”

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10+ Fun Ideas for Memorable Birthday Party Alternatives

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Ten Birthday Activities to do at Home

There are so many fun activities to do at home as birthday party alternatives. Who needs friends when you have your family? Mix and match any of the following options for a day your child will always remember. Scavenger Hunt. Whether a list of items to cross off or clues leading to hidden treasure, a scavenger hunt can be as easy or involved as you choose to make it. Either way, you child will enjoy searching throughout your house or your neighborhood.Spa Day. Present the birthday kiddo a menu of spa services to select from and prepare a full day of pampering. From shoulder massages to face masks to foot baths, there are endless possibilities to do right home.Nerf War. Cue the Nerf darts! If your family has a plethora of Nerf artillery, replenish the Nerf darts and assign everyone a blaster of their choosing (birthday child gets first pick!). Spread out in your back yard or throughout your house…and every man or woman for themselves!Dress Up and Pretend. Who doesn’t have fun dressing up and pretending you are someone else? Get out costumes for the kids – and possibly formal attire for the adults – and pretend you are at a Royal Ball. Or that you are secret spy agents assigned to save the world. Or act out your favorite movie. So many fun options!Laser Tag. Whether you already have laser guns or order them for your child’s birthday present, team up and fan out. And don’t let the laser get you!Capture the Flag. Split into teams and assign areas of the house or your yard as each team’s home base. Grab two different colored washcloths/rags as each team’s flag and hide in plain sight. When both teams are ready, attempt to capture the other team’s flag and make it back to your home base without getting tagged!Have a Princess or Superhero Call or Facetime. Many of the companies that once dispatched your favorite princesses and superheroes are now offering one-on-one virtual visits at a fee. Give your child this surprise alone – or on a video conference with his or her friends!Water Balloon Battle. Easy and fun for everyone, don your bathing suits, and start filling up those balloons!King or Queen for the day. Possibly an idea for older kids, let the birthday child make all the decisions for the household for 24 hours. Ice cream for breakfast? Whatever your highness wishes!Overnight camping trip…in the backyard. If you don’t have a tent, build a fort in your backyard and grab your sleeping bags. Play outdoor games and grill out. Use the grill to make s’mores! And the best part? No need to use an outhouse when you are just in your backyard:) Read More: How to throw a birthday party on the cheap

Drive by Birthday Parties

If you live in a home that has a street conducive to traffic slowing to a stop, consider one of your birthday party alternatives a parade of family and friends. Set a time for everyone drive by with posters and balloons for the birthday honoree. Play some music and make it a party! Maybe even set out a box for people to drop gifts and cards for your kiddo. Craving more one-on-one attention? Assign each person a different time to drive by giving you time to talk and play at a safe distance. Use your driveway or sidewalk to outline a safe distance where each child can stand and visit. Kids are craving time with their friends and this is a great way to have quick and safe time with one another. Read more: How to photograph your child’s birthday party

Birthday Party Alternatives from a Distance

To avoid the temptation of getting too close to others, there are quite a few birthday party alternatives that involve the mail or dropping items off: Card Shower. A week or two prior to your child’s birthday, request family and friends send multiple birthday cards in the mail. Watch the cards pile up or surprise the birthday girl or boy on the big day with the greeting card love.Keepsake drop off. Before the big day, deliver little ceramic fairies or dinosaurs or a trinket of your child’s choosing for each friend to decorate and place in your yard on the birthday. Another great idea is to use stones/rocks with paint for children to personize messages giving the birthday child a rock garden of birthday wishes.Chalk messages. Set out baggies of chalk (to keep as party favors) and invite family and friends to write birthday wishes on your driveway and sidewalk. Maybe even put out a sign asking neighbors who walk by to add their love for your child!Yard signs and balloons. The majority of cities have local franchises that will set up yard signs to commemorate any occasion; Card My Yard and Sign Gypsies being two of these companies. A cheaper option includes purchasing balloons and affixing weights, placing them throughout the yard. Read more: How to make a birthday balloon wreath

Online Birthday Party Alternatives

The internet offers a number of online meeting places to host parties of more than 10 people. According to Business of Apps, Zoom daily downloads increased from 56k in January 2020 to 2.13 million in March 2020. While Zoom is used predominantly for business and educational meet ups, individual users can create an account and host an online party for free. If you prefer to use a different online option, there are a number of websites/apps that offer free accounts such as House Party, Google Hangouts, Skype Meet Now, Facetime, and many more. Any way you look at it, the world has changed. Daily lives along with its highs and lows has flipped itself upside down. One thing that remains constant: the need for family and friends and celebrating those we love. Although it looks different, your child will remember this year’s birthday as a happy milestone in his or her life and hopefully, this list of birthday party alternatives has given you some fresh ideas! WANT TO READ MORE? Looking for Creative Kids Birthday Party Ideas check out some additional ideas here. 💖 NEWSLETTER: DAILY READS IN YOUR INBOX 💖 Sign up to receive our picks for the best things to do, see and buy so you can relax and focus on more important tasks! Let us help you be the best version of yourself you can be! GET MORE FROM DAILY MOM, PARENTS PORTALNewsletter: Daily Mom delivered to you Facebook: @DailyMomOfficial Instagram: @DailyMomOfficial | @DailyMomTravel | @BestProductsClub YouTube: @DailyMomVideos Pinterest: @DailyMomOfficial 📌 LOVE IT? PIN IT!📌 Photo Credits: Unsplash.com Read the full article

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