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itsphoenix0724 · 1 year

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Flower Power (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Az comes into contact with a strange flower on his trip to the continent, and he begins having some strange.....side effects.

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Warnings: Smut, aphrodisiac sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls)

A/N: Hello everyone! This is entirely self-indulgent I'm not even gonna lie. The next part of Your Heart on a Platter will be out soon, but I could not focus on it with this idea in my head. I tried to play around with different POVs, so I hope it came out okay! Please enjoy, and as always constructive criticism is welcome!

“Thank you for coming,” Rhys mutters, quickly ushering you into the small apartment and closing the door behind you. Nothing appears to be in disarray so that means that Az was at least coherent enough to get himself back to his apartment and not break anything in the process.

“He seems okay right now, but I thought you should give him a once over anyway.”

“Of course,” you nod at Rhys, “Better to be safe than sorry.” You had officially joined the Inner Circle as a healer 30 years ago when Madja retired, and you had easily grown into part of your found family. You were always closer to Az, you preferred his quiet demeanor over the loudness and boyishness of the rest of the family, and he actually was quite funny if you listened to him. You two quickly became a pair of wall flowers at social events, always holed up in some corner quietly joking about your family’s antics.

Apparently, when Az had been on a mission to the continent he had come into contact with some strange flower. Rhys had sent you the mental playback of Az falling out of the sky into a field of those flowers, and you had researched them to the best of your ability before you came over.

For Az’s sake, you really hoped this wasn’t the flower you thought it was.

“How do you feel Az?” you ask, walking into the room to find Az sitting on his bed with his elbows resting on his knees. He looks up at you in greeting, hazel eyes tracking your movements to him across the room.

“I feel fine. Rhys is just being a mother hen.” He offers you a small smirk as you roll your eyes and move to stand in between his legs. You try to fight down the smile forming on your lips and fail, and his eyes shine with victory.

“This is supposed to be a professional medical visit Shadowsinger,” you tut, smiling as you run your hands through his hair to check for any bumps from his fall. Az lets his eyes slip shut, enjoying the way your fingers feel in his hair. He has to stop himself from reaching for your wrists as you drag your hands away. “How are you feeling?”

“Throats a little sore,” He mutters, “My back hurts from the crash landing but I’ve had worse.” He notices the way your eyes widen slightly when he mentions his sore throat. “What is it?” he tugs at your hips pulling you closer into his space. He has to fight down the urge to nuzzle his head into your neck. Your smell is much stronger than usual, fresh tea and rainwater, but he chalks it up to being away from you for a few days.

“You might be experiencing some strange….side effects from the plants that you crash landed into.” Your cheeks flush a bright red. Azriel furrows his eyebrows at you, he doesn’t understand why you’re so embarrassed. You let out a sigh.

You have to tell him no matter how much it embarrasses you. You can’t let him go into this blind.

“The flower field you crashed into may have certain aphrodisiac properties.” you manage to choke out, and you watch as dark red floods the tan skin on Azriel’s cheeks.

“Oh” Az coughs, running a hand through his hair. “When will we find out?” You’ve never seen him so bashful before. He refuses to make eye contact with you.

“We should know by tomorrow morning,” You clear your throat. “If you wake up tomorrow with a fever you’ve been affected. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight just in case you need something, and if you are affected I’ll monitor your recovery.” He nods at you again.

“And will you be safe here…If I am affected.” Azriel would hate himself if he did anything to you while he wasn’t himself. He was pleading with the mother that this would end up being nothing. His self-control around you was paper thin enough already.

He didn’t need a flower turning him into a glorified beast thrown into the mix as well.

“You won’t hurt me,” you promise and you can see his shoulders slump. “I’ll make you some tea before bed, and tell Rhys we might be holed up here for a couple of days. Then you should probably get some rest.” Azriel nods at you again as you leave the room.

You make your way to the kitchen and find Rhys perched against the island. His eyes are glazed over in a way that tells you he’s probably talking to Feyre. You root around in Az’s cabinet and find your favorite brand of tea tucked away in the back. Your face flushes as you realize he must have bought it at your recommendation, and you can’t help but be reminded of the many times you and Az had spent combing over books in the library over this same brand of tea. Your daydream is interrupted as Rhys clears his throat behind you. He notices the blush on your cheeks and sends you a feline smirk.

Bastard.

“How’s the patient?” he asks, leaning across the island.

“He’s okay for right now. I’m going to stay and monitor him throughout the night. If he is having a reaction I’ll stay and make sure he’s okay, but it’ll probably be a couple of days before the drug runs its course naturally.” You allow yourself to slip back into the role of healer instead of a friend to make this conversation less embarrassing.

“I’m sure Az will be happy he gets to hole up here with you for a few days. The last time I had time like that with Feyre I took full advantage.” Rhys smirks again at the flames rising to your cheeks, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

You wonder if Feyre would punish you for treason if you sent a mug flying at Rhy’s head.

“Rhysand!” you admonish, “Azriel and I are friends and that is all. Plus I would never take advantage of him like that.” All Rhys does is laugh and wish you luck as he winnows out, most likely straight into the arms of his mate to tell her about the weekend you’re possibly in for. You wander back into Azriel’s room armed with a mug of tea and a book to keep him occupied. You find him still perched on the edge of the bed lost in thought. He’s no longer in his leathers and instead changed them out for comfortable pants. It takes your mind a second to process the fact that he’s shirtless. Large wings are draped across the bed, and you find yourself staring at the muscled back and swirls of tattoos across his chest. His shadows end up noticing you’re there before he does as one comes to swirl excitedly around your wrist pulling you in front of its master. Az offers you a small smile as you set the cup of tea down on his nightstand and press the book into his hands.

“What’s this?” he questions you, scarred hands thumbing through the pages. Your eyes track every move of those fingers as they gently run down the spine. The shadows are curling around your ankles as he looks up at you again, “newest read?”

Mother those hands get you every fucking time

“I thought you’d like it,” you nod. “I wanted to wait and give it to you when you got back from the continent, and I figured it might keep your mind busy while we were stuck here.” Az shoots you a grateful smile as he sets the book down beside him on the bed. “I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” Azriel immediately protests, grabbing at your wrist to stop your exit.

“I can sleep on the couch,” he argues, ever the gentleman. You can tell he already feels bad enough about you having to stay.

“It’s alright Az. You need to rest, and I know you won’t be able to sleep well on the couch with your wings.” He considers for a moment then relents as a shadow brushes across your cheek in thanks. You wish him goodnight as you leave his room to make yourself comfortable on the couch. Distantly you can hear Azriel settle into bed, and flick through the pages of the book you gave to him. You flick through the pages of the book you brought before drifting to sleep on the couch.

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“Go, go go”

The first thing Azriel notices when he wakes up is the fact that he feels like his whole body is on fire. He shoves off the thin pants he already wore to bed, leaving him in just his black undershorts, and practically throws the comforter down to the floor with them. Leaving just the thin bed sheet as he rolls over to the other side. The second thing he notices is that his shadows are frantic, whispering to him nonstop to go somewhere.

“Go Where,” Azriel growls out into the smoke. The soreness in his throat apparently has gotten worse.

The swirl stops for a moment before continuing with their chatter. It now seems like they’re talking more to each other than himself. He tries to listen in again, but it only gives him a pounding headache.

“Go go go,” They urge again as the swirling black mass moves to the door.

“Go, living room, go” They haven’t been this insistent in a long time, and when he hears the living room he’s worried that something has happened to you. He relents letting a shadow creep under the door to go investigate the living room. He lets himself phase out for a moment, seeing through the eyes of shadow to where you’re peacefully sleeping curled on the couch. He exhales a sigh of relief.

Safe. You were safe.

The shadow, however, was much more interested in the way your bare legs were curled on the couch as it happily swirled around your thighs. Azriel tried to reign it back in, but it refused to budge, so eventually he relents and just lets it stay with you.

He indulges in a few more minutes of watching your breathing before dragging himself back into his body.

The fever was quickly becoming unbearable as he drags himself out of his sweat-soaked sheets and into a cold bath. It helps slightly, but the flames beneath his skin continue to burn him alive. The shadow he left slinking around your sleeping form has reported that you’re awake and heading into his bathroom now. He swears he can feel his fever spike higher the closer he gets to you. You greet him with a warm smile and a glass of cold water, and he notices the pink tint to your cheeks as you reach down to feel his forehead.

God, you smell so fucking good.

Az feels like he’s under a spell, or maybe he’s in a dream. You look like an angel, and Az wants nothing more than to drag you and that pretty nightgown right into the bathtub with him and-

Mother above he had to get a hold of himself right fucking now before he does something he would regret once this stupid thing was out of his system. It takes him a minute to process that you’ve been speaking.

“-have to go to the House, apparently there was an accident in training.” You look back at Az again and realize that he’s zoned out. “Az are you even listening to me?” His eyes snap back up to your face and shoots you a guilty smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m finding it very hard to concentrate at the moment.” You understand of course, and touch your hand to his head again. Sending out a wave of power to at least ease his fever for a while. Az immediately lets out a sigh of relief, sinking further into the bath as he feels his mind returning to him. His eyes seem more focused, so you tell him about your plans to go to the House again to deal with an accident that happened in training. You leave Az to finish his bath and get dressed before leaving for the House of Wind.

A couple of hours pass and Azriel feels like a prowling animal. His condition has only worsened since you left, and he’s had a very painful hard on that will not go away even after he’s relieved himself quite a few times. His shadows have been swarming in tense clumps and everything about this environment reads “Dangerous, stay away.” Azriel settles onto his bed again, palming himself through his leathers, for what seems like the 5th time his mind starts running as yanks his pants down.

He feels ashamed of himself when he pictures your mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, but at the moment he can’t bring himself to care. His mind won’t stop no matter what he does. What would’ve happened if he pulled you into the bathtub this morning, his head between your thighs in that damn blue dress you wore last starfall. Him fucking into from behind after a night of him watching you dance at Rita’s. He’s never accepted your invitations to dance, he realizes, too afraid that his paper thin self control would snap.

He decides to say fuck self control, he would crawl from here to spring for a taste of you if that’s what you asked.

He hears his front door open as his shadows rush to investigate. He knows it’s you returning from the house of wind, and he moans when he hears you call his name. He hears you in the kitchen as he shoots himself up to go find you. His brain feels disconnected from his body and the only thing he feels is primal need. You’re turned around washing some kind of fruit in the sink. He’s ready to get down on his knees, and beg you to touch him.

And then he smells it.

You’re covered in the strong earthy scent that belongs to Cassian, and it sends his mind into overdrive. You don’t hear him creep up behind you, and he turns you around against the sink. All of the strong hard muscle is pressed up against you, and you jump as you realize that he doesn’t have any clothes on.

“Az,” you manage to stutter out “What’s wrong, what’s going on?” He growls against your neck when you say his name, grinding his hard length against you as you shudder.

“You smell like Cassian,” he snarls “and you’re mine.” He presses his lips against the curve of your neck, trying to drown out everything that smells like his brother. You moan as Az bites at the pulse point behind your ear.

“Azriel we can’t. Not now, not like this.” This is everything you’ve ever wanted, but you won’t take advantage of him like this.

“You want me,” Azriel counters. “I can smell you dripping for me.” He proves his point by grinding against you again as you let out a loud moan that Az wants to swallow. “I want you too, can’t you feel it?”

Your resolve is obviously cracking and the Spymaster can clearly tell.

“I always want you,” Azriel promises in a shocking moment of clarity as he runs his nose along the shell of your ear. “This is me, these are my feelings, but I just can’t help myself right now. Please, I need to touch you, and if we both come out of this and regret everything we never have to talk about it again.” Your resolve finally cracks, and Az practically purrs into your ear as you agree. Dragging your pants and underwear down in foul swoop, Az hoists you onto the counter and sinks to his knees before you.

“Been thinking about this pussy for years now,” Az mumbles between your thighs as he licks one strong stripe through your center.

He eats you like a starving man, licking and sucking at your core until your thighs are clamping around his head. When one of his fingers slips inside you, you scream his name so loud you think the windows ratte against their frame. He fucks you with his fingers until his finds the soft spot inside of you, and you’re cuming all over his tongue. Az laps up the mess he made before you’re yanking him up to get his mouth on yours. You moan at the taste of you on his tongue as his hands make quick work of the rest of your clothing. Az grabs around your thighs, hoisting you into his arms as the world falls away and all the sudden he’s throwing you onto the bed. You reach your hand down to cup Azriel before he pulls your hand away and shakes his head.

“No I want to finish inside you” Az presses more kisses all over your neck as he reaches down to pull at your nipples. You arch your hips off the bed as you grind yourself against him in an attempt to find some kind of relief. Az slowly eases himself in until he’s fully seated inside of you. He lets you have a few moments to adjust before he’s fucking into you at a relentless pace.

At this point the only thing you remember is Azriel’s name and the way he’s making you feel.

Az is close, his thrusts are becoming irregular and he just needs one final push. You reach across his broad shoulders and run your hand along his wing in a way that makes Azriel let out a roar. He reaches down and rubs at the apex of your thighs as you both crash through your orgasms together. He collapses onto the sheets beside you as his mind seems to be returning to his body. You can tell the drug is working its way out of his system. His burning hot fever lowering as you feel his whole body tense beside you. You squeeze your eyes shut.

You can’t bear to see the look of regret on his face.

Azriel clears his throat and says your name, clearly trying to get your attention. You pry your eyes open, and see the guilty look on his face.

“Az, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to take advantage of you. I'm so so sorry.” Az immediately looks confused as he violently shakes his head before putting a hand on your jaw.

“You have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart, I’m sorry I should have been able to control myself. I didn’t want it to happen like this.” Your eyes snap up to meet Az’s, hazel eyes tracking your face.

“What do you mean ‘happen like this’ Az.” Pink floods his cheeks as he looks away from you, mouth clamping shut. “Azriel.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at you again.

“I wanted to court you properly. Take you on dates, bring you flowers. The things that a good respectable male should do instead of just taking you to bed. I especially didn’t want to put you in a situation where you felt like you couldn’t say no.” Az runs his hand along your jaw again. “If you want nothing to do with me now I understand, but I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time.”

You can’t help but start laughing as Az looks up at you with a bewildered look on his face. “Why are you laughing?” Azriel questions, his eyebrows furrowing together. You lean over and press a kiss against Az’s lips.

“I have feelings for you too, I just didn’t think you felt that way for me.” Az shakes his head as he leans over to kiss you again.

“I still want to do this right. Take you on dates and such.” he mumbles against your lips, and your body starts to tingle from your toes to the tips of your fingers.

“I think that can be arranged Shadowsinger.”

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rafecameronshand · 11 months

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OHHMYGODDD your first post was literally sensationallllllll😍

can you do one kinda like the first one where the reader and rafe are fucking on the druthers and get caught by someone in his fam??

ahh first request!! ill try my best im so excited omg!

The Druthers

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT! p-in-v, unprotected sex, public sex, teasing, getting caught, making-out

It was yet another sunny and scorching day in the Outer Banks, so Rose had forced Ward, Wheezie, Sarah and Rafe to out out on the Druthers boat for the day. The only reason you were there is because Rafe would have refused to go otherwise.

You, Sarah, Wheezie and Rafe were all laid out on a massive lounge at the front of the boat. You were cuddled into Rafe's side, your hand drawing shapes on his abs as you kept your eyes closed. He was laid on his back, his eyes covered with sunglasses and only having a pair of khaki shorts on.

The two sisters laid near eachother, trying to catch up on a tan. Well, Sarah was, Wheezie kept trying to speak to Sarah about school gossip.

Rafe moved his arm to now trace lines on your back, each time getting closer to your ass. You let out a small giggle and hit his toned chest, ''Your sisters are literally right there, weirdo.'' You whispered through your smile as you opened your eyes slightly, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight.

Instead of looking at you, Rafe looked at his sisters. Sarah looked pissed, whether Wheezie just looked like she was enjoying herself, talking to her older sister about the latest bitch fights.

''They aren't even looking over here.'' He shook his head as he used his fingertips to lay more pressure on your back as he continues moving his hand up and down.

You look back at them as you watch Sarah stand up, looking pissed as she just storms off to the otherside of the boat. Wheezie quickly gets up and follows her, ''Hey! I wasn't done telling you about Jessica!'' Their voices fade off into the distance, leaving you with Rafe. Alone.

You look back at him, your eyes scrunching closed from the sunlight as you raise your head, letting out a soft chuckle. He watches your face, rubbing your lower back gently. You smile contentedly and lean in, connecting your lips to his. You use your elbows to keep you up.

He uses his hand on your lower back to pull you closer to him, resulting in you deciding to straddle him. You now placed your hands on his muscley shoulders as you feel his large hands snake around your hips, making you move on him. You decide to take control and begin grinding your hips against his hardening cock as you feel yourself begin to get wetter.

You continue to make-out with him, your tongues fighting for dominance in the wet sloppy kiss as you now moved your hands to hook around his neck, trying to pull his face even closer to yours than it already was. His hands explored your body, reaching his hand into your bikini top, swirling his finger around your hardened nipple and giving it a small pinch. You let a soft moan erupt into the kiss, making you pull away as you begin to grind harder into his rock hard cock underneath you.

''Fuck, Rafe..'' you whisper as you look down at your crotch, finally seeing the small wet patch you had left on his shorts. ''Look what you did. So wet for me.'' He speaks in a quiet voice as he now brings one of his hands to your clothed cunt, running two fingers over it.

''You want me to fuck you right here?'' He puts more pressure on my entrace, earning a louder moan to exit your mouth.

You nod your head as your breathing starts to quicken, your eyes resting on your boyfriends face.

''Use your words, Y/N.''

''Yes, Rafe. I want you to fuck me.'' You nod your head quicker, pleading for his touch just as he pulls his two fingers away from your bikini bottom.

''Then I'm gonna need you to keep your fucking mouth shut. Can you do that for me, baby?'' He raises his eyebrows in anticipation as he feels his cock throb in his tightened pants.

''Yes, Rafe.'' You almost moaned his name as you now reached for his pants, pulling the zipper down as you pull his dick out with ease, pumping it a few times as you watch how the pre-cum leaking out of his tip glistens.

He lets out quiet groans as he watches your movements on him, he moves his hands to your hips as he watches as you let go of his dick and move your bikini bottoms to the side. Your teeth sink in to your bottom lip as you watch as he brings one of this hands to the base of his cock as he helps to line himself up with you.

You bring your hands to his shoulders as you lift yourself and now sink down onto him slowly. You take him in inch by inch, letting out louder moans each time, quickly making him cover your mouth firmly.

''Shut the fuck up, yeah?'' He whispers as he looks at your face. You nod your head and close your eyes, sitting still at the base of his cock for a few seconds as you wait for your tight cunt to adjust around his length.

After a few moments you start to move your hips up and down, his dick hitting at an angle he's never hit before. He was in you so deep you were convinced you'd be able to feel him in your stomach. You let out moans against his hand as you place one of your hands on his chest and the other to lift one side of your binkini top off one of your tits, playing with your own nipple as you began to move your hips quicker, with the help of one of Rafe's hands.

''Fuck, baby, you're doing so good. You're doing so fucking good.'' He praised, leaning his head back as he scrunched his eyebrows together, letting out quiet moans. You moaned against his hand louder and pushed it away, grabbing his jaw carefully and smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was sloppy and messy, you struggled to keep your movements steady as you began to feel hazy. You let moans out into his mouth as you moved your hips in 'O' shapes.

''Hey guys, just left my water bottle out he- Holy shit!'' Sarah now gasped as she had just walked in on you two on the lounger. He covered her eyes as you and Rafe's movements suddenly came to a halt. ''Oh my god! Oh my god! Ew- Oh my god!'' She spoke frantically as she quickly grabbed her water bottle and practically ran away.

You slowly looked at your boyfriend, not knowing what to do next. He sighed and rubbed his face, he looked embarassed and awkward. But he wasn't going to leave you unsatisfied. He shrugged and brought his thumb down to your clit as you still sat on his dick. He rubbed small circles on your clit and nodded, signalling for you to resume your movements. You blinked a few times and began rolling your hips again, now keeping your noises quiet as you felt yourself get closer and closer.

''Rafe, I'm gonna cum.'' You moaned through your words as you struggled to move your hips, making him begin to thrust up into you, making you squeak loudly. He began to rub your clit quicker, only making your orgasm even more earth-shattering.

''Wait for me, baby. I'm almost there.'' He grunted as he spoke, continuing his thrusts up into you, hitting you deeper than before as he finally nodded, telling you that you could cum. As you both rode through your highs, you covered your mouth as you dug your nails into his big toned shoulder.

As he pulled out of you, you were still sat on his lap. He watched as his seed slowly dripped out of your entrance. He smirked and then pulled your bikini bottoms back to cover you up and then fixed your bikini top.

You basically collapsed onto his chest as you shut your eyes. You felt yourself get entangled with his arms as you listened to his quickened heartbeat.

''What are we going to do about Sarah?'' You spoke quietly, trying to catch your breath again.

''That's a problem we can deal with later.''

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requests are open :)

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ it’s giving . . . jealousy

note: im back from the dead and bringing you leona content cause damn it he's so 🤬💓💓💓 also if you spot any mistakes in this, no you won’t /j but pls spare me i was writing this half asleep 💀

synopsis: in which you seem to be paying a bit too much attention to your kitten, and leona isn't a big fan of it.

He glanced away for three seconds. Three god damn seconds. It was such a short span of time, ans yet that spawn of the devil had somehow managed to snuggle up into your lap and had the audacity to look smug about it too.

"Tsk, why is this thing here again?" Leona, trying to hide his irritation and failing doing so in the process, rolled his emerald green eyes so far back he could practically see the stars.

"This thing has a name first of all, for your info its Wolverine Junior the Second. Address him by his name please," you began to pet the tabby cat as he purred out in content before continuing your monologue like response, "and second of all, he is here because he was meowing outside to be let in after you so cruelly kicked him out."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me, your stupid cat wanted to go outside. This little bastard is manipulating you and you're fallin' for it." The beastman leaned against the headboard of his bed as he eyed the cat, who seemed to be staring back with fake innocence.

"Can you believe the nerve of this guy Wolvy Junior?" you focused your attention on the cat, not being able to resist the urge of speaking to your furry companion (the small one in your lap of course) in a high pitched, baby voice, "how dare he accuse you of that when you're such a cute widdle baby boy."

With a prolonged meow, the kitten eagerly rubbed its head against your hand, shortly before giving it a small lick.

Before Leona had the chance to make a sarcastic reply to your comment (and condemn the cat for even trying to play coy), your excited voice rang out throughout the room; "Leona oh my God he licked me! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to cry he's so cute! Why can't you act a bit more like him, hm?"

"That's it. Either get this damn furball outta my room or c'mere and set him down." With a steady glare directed at the cat in your hands, Leona crossed his arms. You couldn't tell whether he was serious or not, but you figured you'd never get a chance like this again seeing as he'll probably permanently ban you from his room after this fiasco anyway.

"What, are you gonna fight him? He'll beat your ass Leona, don't even try it." You had to stifle your laughter as your lover stood up in a record speed to approach your form, even the tabby in your hands looked somewhat pleased at what you've accomplished. Before he could get too close however, you got up from your spot on the floor with the kitten still in your hands and moved away from Leona.

"Oh yeah? You wanna play cat 'n mouse with me? Fine. Don't go cryin' when you lose, 'cause I won't go easy on ya." Accepting your indirect challenge, the tan male quickly tailed your form as you tried to dodge his attempts at grabbing you. You only succeeded for the first minute however, as the tabby resting in your arms was slowing you down and Leona just had to have amazing agility and stamina.

Before long, you had found yourself laying on your back on Leona's very comfy mattress as he firmly circled your waist with his hands. You quickly set the cat down next to you as laughter emitted past your lips at the fact that Wolverine Junior seemed to be pawing at your lover's arms in an attempt to get him off you; Leona however, didn't pay him any mind as his gaze focused solely on you.

"Not so tough now, huh?" With a small smirk embedded on his face, the beastman leaned in close to your face until his lips met yours in a brief kiss. You couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Oh shut it . . . You just got lucky." You smiled in content after he pulled away, entangling one of your hands in Leona's hair and petting the base of his ears (he would never admit it but the action always brought him comfort). You submitted your other hand to the small kitten who was still trying to defend whatever was left of your honour, melting at how quickly he gave up fighting Leona and settling his small head in your palm instead.

"Oi, hands on me . . . " Your lover's voice came out hushed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, silently nuzzling his nose against it as a sign of affection.

"You need to learn to share honey." You pecked the crown of Leona's head with a small, playful eyeroll.

"Like hell I will. I'm not letting that cat steal your attention away when it should be on me anyways."

"I didn't know you were that jealous of him."

"I ain't jealous of some stupid cat." You quirked your eyebrow at the response; the cat meowed as if it were mocking Leona. The beastman simply growled back. This was really turning into something straight out of a comedy show.

#leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #leona kingscholar

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vainvenus · 25 days

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⌲;꒰ Groovy! ꒱

Pairing :: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Johnny starts to crush on Dally's new friend who's a little bit different from everyone else.

Includings :: Hippie!reader, mutual pinning, readers love languages is personal touch, wingman!Dally, panicking!Johnny, this is kinda short, fluff

An - I'm just trying to drop/finish my drafts even though i think this fandom is practically dead...send outsiders requests if you'd like though!

"I still don't get all that peace and love crap, it's not gonna solve anything." Dally scoffed as he walked beside the you and you shrugged your shoulders.

"You don't have to understand me. If you think fighting will solve everything I'll let you think that." You shrugged and Dally rolled his eyes slightly before his brows raised a little bit and he waved his hand up at a figure who was a few feet away.

"Johnny! That you, man?" He called out and the black hair boy froze like he was caught doing something illegal until he saw a familiar face and he eased up.

He walked over, looking over to the you. He took quick notice of your wardrobe, upi didn't look like too much like a Soc and you definitely couldn't of been a greaser.

You wore a white shirt that seemed a few sizes to big and bell bottom jeans that had multiple patches of different patterns along them and tan sandals. You had multiple necklaces on and a mute orange bandana.

You smiled softly at him and waved your fingers at him which made him stomach flutter a little bit.

"Aww, so you weren't lyin'! You do have friends~!" Yoi giggled, hitting the boy softly on the shoulder and the brunette rolled his eyes with a small snarl.

"Haha, so funny. Johnny, flower power. Flower power, Johnny."

"Flower power?" Johnny repeated as he shook your hand and you let out a short giggle which made his stomach flutter all over again.

"Not my real name of course, it's a nickname. My real name is [Y/n] but you can call me whatever ya' like."

"Ohh." Johnny nodded along, noticing how you still hadn't let go of his hand. Yours were warm and felt comfort at touch. "I...uh..I like your pants."

You beamed, letting go and shaking your leg a little. "Really? Dally thinks they look like an art project gone wrong."

"Because they do." Dally muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I think they're far out, you're such a downer Dally! Hah! Downer Dally!" You laughed and Dally had let out a sarcastic chuckle with another eye roll. "Ahah. Almost busted a lung there."

"See? A downer. Johnny-man thought it was funny." You turned back to Johnny, messing with one of the loose patches on your jeans. "I could make ya' a pair- actually they probably wouldn't be your sty-"

"I'd like that!" Johnny piped up before you could shut the idea down and your eyes widened in surprised, you smiled at him. "Really?"

He nodded, smiling growing along with yours. "Groovy! I'll get onto it as fast as I can."

"Groovy?" Johnny repeated, tilting his head a little bit and you nodded. "Groovy, it's kinda like when y'all say tuff. It's just a good thing."

"Oh, groovy." Johnny said and you had giggled, patting his shoulder.

"You make it sound so weird like it's a different language or something. It's kinda cute." Johnny only smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him cute.

Dally looked between the two of you, narrowing his eyes a little bit before a small smirk itched onto the end of his lips.

"Johnny, you wanna tag along with us? We were just about to head and see that new movie that just came out."

"You should, if you don't mind horror movies." You added and Johnny pressed his lips together in a small yet strained smile.

"Naw, I don't mind."

★

"I could have paid for y'all, you know. We didn't have to break in." You sighed and Dally chuckled.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He hummed as they all took their seats, a little bit away from the front.

"What kind of horror movie is it again?" Johnny asked and Dally shrugged his shoulders. He never really came to pay attention to the movies, he came to be a bother to those who were trying to.

"Some sort of slasher. Shouldn't be too frightening if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" Johnny squeaked and you had giggled, leaning back in the chair.

"It's alright if you are. I wouldn't judge. You can even hold my hand if you want." You offered as the movie had and started. Johnny pursed his lips before he took your hand in his.

"I'm just holding yer' hand in case you get scared." He established and you had nodded, entwining your fingers with his their hands were basically locked together.

He smiled at that as he tried to focus on one thing.

Not looking like a scaredy cat.

But the movie was barley ten minutes in before Johnny had jumped back in his seat from the killer jumping out of nowhere, his scream muffled in the collar of his jean jacket.

He glanced over at you as he felt you squeeze his hand comfortingly. "Sorry.." He mumbled, his sunkissed skin growing warm from embarrassment.

"Don't apologize. You don't have to act all tough for me, Johnny. It's a horror movie for a reason." You reassured with a small smile as you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Next time we can see something a little more relaxing."

"Next time?" He repeated like it was a foreign statement.

You nodded excitedly. "Yeah, next time! Do ya' not wanna see me again or something?"

"No!" Johnny quickly said. "I'd.. I'd love to see a movie with you again."

"Groovy."

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devilsflowerr · 9 months

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Sun-kissed.

warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni) pool sex. unprotected sex. creampie. this is honestly pretty vanilla. not proofread.

Y/n was laying on a pool chair, sunglasses on her face to block the out the now setting sun, the sweet heat kissing her tanning skin softly as it glistened from her recent application of sunscreen, y/n lulling her head to the side softly to try to get comfortable as Elvis splashed in the pool to cool himself off. Charlie, Jerry, Red, Sonny and their wives all hanging around, some of them slowly making their way inside.

Elvis eyed y/n from in the pool, his wet hair sticking to his forehead before he ran his hand through it, pushing it back so that it didn't obstruct his view of her, Charlie splashing around the pool with Elvis, also trying to cool down from the heat. Charlie splashed Elvis, water hitting his ear as Elvis gasped, also splashing Charlie and causing a water fight between the two.

"Y/n?" Elvis called out to her as the water fight settled, Charlie stepping out the pool and shoving his finger in his ear to clear out the water, groaning and stomping away when he couldn't get the water out of his ear. Y/n moved her head in his direction, pulling down her sunglasses to look at him in the pool. "Doll, would you come in the pool with me?" Elvis asked her, batting his eyes with a small pout on his lips.

"Not yet, baby. My lotion still hasn't absorbed." Y/n responded, moving her head back to her previous position and shutting her eyes. Elvis furrowed his brows at her and looked around him. He took note of the pool lights beginning to turn on from it slowly getting dark and he wondered why the hell she would need any sunscreen or tanning lotion in the dark. A smirk appeared on his lips, he slowly got out of the pool and sneakily made his way to her.

Water dripped off Elvis's body and onto hers as he towered over her. Y/n opened her eyes to stare at him as droplets cooled her skin. "What are you doing?" Y/n spoke, a brow raised at him as she eyed him up and down. "You haven't been in the pool with me all day." Elvis pouted again as he tugged at her ankle softly.

"That ain't true! I was in there earlier." Y/n laughed, pulling her leg back from his grip, Elvis squinting softly. In a swift motion, Elvis picking her up into his arms as she gasped, squirming in his grip. "Elvis! don't you dare! Put me down!" Y/n warned, kicking her legs as he turns towards the pool, her grip on him becoming tighter as he dangled her over the pool.

Elvis gave her a cheeky smirk before letting her go, y/n squealing loudly as she fell into the pool with a big splash, the water cooling her skin and Elvis laughing as she resurfaced with a gasp and her sunglasses sinking to the bottom of the pool. "Elvis!" Y/n yelled as he stared down at her and watched as she wiped her face, pushing her hair back and opening her eyes to glare at him. Elvis jumped into the cold water, y/n huffing as she was splashed again.

"Oh, I'm gonna kill you!" Y/n growled jokingly, swimming towards him, jumping on him and playfully shoving his head under the water. Once he resurfaced, they both laughed and splashed each other with water. Elvis took a breath, diving into the pool as swimming closer to her, wrapping his strong arms around her middle so that he would lift her when he came back up for air, and he did with a soft gasp, y/n letting out a small noise as the sudden movement, her legs wrapping around his waist for support.

Y/n wiped the drops of water from his face, her finger running under his eyes and moving to his cheeks, and then to his chin before she moved his hair off his forehead. He looked gorgeous, his skin was sun kissed, a perfect blend of tan and pink, and his lips red and shiny from the water. His shriveled fingers from being in the pool for pretty much all day, gripped at her ass as he held her against his body, her cleavage under his chin.

"Now, this is perfect." Elvis spoke with a grin. "A pretty girl wrapped around me with her boobs in my face." He adds, wiggling his brows as y/n rolls her eyes and laughs softly. "Oh, you're insufferable." Y/n jokes as he looks down at her cleavage again, her small bikini hugging her wet skin, Elvis tightening his grip on her.

Elvis runs his wet lips over her neck, teasing the skin and lighting sparks in her body. He moves down to her cleavage, mouthing at her breasts softy, then he moves back to her neck to kiss and nibble the soft skin. "Elvis..." Y/n nervously giggles, not knowing herself if she wanted him to stop. She turned her head and looks around, seeing that they were alone. She grabs his face, pulling him off her neck before connecting their lip, Elvis smiling into the kiss.

Y/n runs her hands through his wet hair again, Elvis moving them to the steps of the pool so that she was straddling him, feeling his growing cock in his tight swimming trunks. "Elvis-" She repeats, pulling away from his lips, Elvis staring into her eyes and flickering down to her lips. "We can't do this here. Someone could catch us." Y/n whispers, Elvis chuckling softly and shaking his head as he kisses her again.

"They're all inside. Besides, it's my pool and my house and if they don't like it, they can leave." He mumbles against her lips, Y/n giggles as his hands that are now on his waist are moving her so she grinds against him softly. She bites on his lower lip, causing a soft moan to escape his lips as she runs her tongue over the spot she nibbled. She moves against his now aching cock while his fingers fiddle with the bows on her bikini bottoms.

Her hands trail down his stomach that was still in the water, her fingers hooking at the waistband of his swimming trunks. His fingers undo the strings on her bottoms and she lets out a laugh as they float in the water, his fingers going down to her slick that he could still feel even in the water, his thumb circling her clit as she throws her head back and let outs deep breath she didn't even know that she was holding. His thumb moves faster and her hips buck into his hand as she bites her lip.

Oh, Elvis." Y/n breathes, the water making his fingers glide against her beautifully. Elvis smirks at her as she grinds on his hand before he pulls away, a whine falling from her lips. Elvis slowly lifts his hips, pushing his trunks down, his hard cock slowly slapping his stomach. Y/n bites her lips again, grabbing his cock and rubbing the tip against her clit before she lines herself up with him, sinking down onto him as they both gasp.

She takes him to the hilt and digs her nails into his shoulders as she slowly begins to bounce on him. "Fuck." Elvis groans and arches his back a little bit as she slowly moves faster, the water beginning to splash around them and rushing between their bodies as they both moan loudly.

Y/n pulls at the hair on the nape of his neck as she tries to find something else to grip onto as he also bucks into her, the cold water of the pool failing to cool down the heat of their bodies. His hands moved up and down her thighs before he gripped her waist, squeezing tightly and her head falling onto his shoulder so those breathy little moans of hers were right in his ear.

It felt better than y/n could've imagined. His long and thick cock hitting all the spots that only he could reach, y/n feeling him deeper every time she sank down on him. Warmth grew inside her as she felt the sensations, how carefully he touched her inner thighs, the pads of his fingertips wandering up to drag over her hip and then traveling back down to her clit as they met their thrusts.

Her wet hair clung to her shoulders while his began to fall back onto his forehead, she was becoming breathless as she rode him, his cock thrusting into her effortlessly. Y/n's thrusting began to stutter as she felt her release building in her tummy, Elvis repositioning them so that he was standing behind her as her front leaned against the wall off the pool, his thrusts rough and quick, water sloshing quickly around them. "You like it like this, baby? like the possibility of getting caught?" Elvis growled in her ear before he kisses the back of her shoulder.

"Yes. Oh, god, yes." She cries out, gripping the edge of the pool as she tries to dig her nails into the brick lining. His thrusts become impossibly faster, his hand going around the front of her body and reaching for her clit, rolling it between his thumb and index finger before he circles it slowly, growling into the skin of her shoulder before she leans back into him.

"Are you close, darlin'?" He pants, his own hips stuttering as she nods, her head falling back against his chest as she moans out. She can feel the burn of holding her orgasm back and she squirms against him as he groans loudly, giving her uneven thrusts.

She lets go and squeezes around him hard, triggering his own orgasm. She felt the flood of his warmth paint her walls as he cums, twitching as he pushes her against the wall of the pool, his legs almost giving out as he wraps his arms around her, also gripping onto the edge of the wall. As they slowly came down, she turns her head and his mouth searches for her lips, giving her a messy kiss as they gasp for air.

"Holy shit." Y/n breathes, Elvis chuckling against her neck before he rests his forehead on her shoulder. "That was better than I thought it would be." Elvis mumbles and y/n nods. "You're gonna have to get this pool cleaned because once you pull out, your cum is going everywhere." Y/n giggles, Elvis letting out a booming laugh at her words. She turns her head sees her bottoms floating on the other side of the pool and laughs loudly with Elvis.

#devilsflowerr #elvis presley smut #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley imagines #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis presley #burning love #elvis imagine #elvis smut #elvisaaronpresley

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billys-pretty-babe · 10 months

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Prevention

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

Summary : A heat wave is getting ready to roll through Indiana and neighboring states. Billy refuses to cut his hair to keep him cool so you help him take precautions so he doesn't overheat.

Warnings : Swearing, underage drinking

Word count: 1,353

The a/c in your house was fighting for its life as it tried to keep your house cool. The heat wave hadn't even started yet but it was humid outside, making the temperature feel like 101° and you knew it would get worse as the heat wave got closer to coming. You knew Billy was sweltering at the pool, that small umbrella could only do so much for him.

You looked at your clock, knowing he'd come over after his shift which would end in fifteen minutes. You walked to the kitchen and opened the freezer, making sure you had ice considering he liked to chew it after his shifts. You were lucky to live five minutes away from the pool, it was a benefit for you and your best friend.

Twenty minutes passed, the house cool enough that you were no longer sweating as the front door unlocked and Billy walked inside, dropping his bag on the floor. He pushed his hair back, cheeks slightly pink as sweat sat on his hairline.

"It's so fucking hot outside." And just like clockwork, he walked to your freezer and grabbed the ice, and stuck a handful of crushed cubes in his mouth, humming at the cooling sensation that his body got before it vanished. You locked the door, your parents out of town for the next two weeks, leaving you to watch the house.

He pushed his hair back, the curls frizzy and stringy from sweat. "You sweat like a pig." He looked at you, more ice in his mouth as he flicked you off. "Man sweat," he said around the ice, some of it crunching under his molars as he talked, "you wouldn't know shit about it. Your a/c sounds like it's going to give out." You waved him off.

"I have fans on too, it'll be fine." He looked at you skeptically before nodding. He looked through the refrigerator and took a can of beer as he chugged it down, some of the beer dribbling onto his tanned skin, and you assumed he didn't bother to put a shirt on after finishing his shift.

You both sat in your room, Billy on the floor as he lay on the hardwood, trying his best to stay cool. "If it gets any hotter, I'm gonna have to get naked, let my balls cool down." You looked at him with disgust as he laughed at you. You walked into the bathroom and rummaged through your drawers and found the pack of hair ties that you had yet to open, always keeping extra on you just in case friends needed them or Max needed one.

You walked out of the bathroom with a towel, clips, and a comb as well as you threw the towel at Billy, covering his face. "Wipe your sweat off and come sit on the floor at the foot of the bed." He wiped the sweat from his body as you sat on the edge of the bed, in front of your mirror.

He moved so that your legs were on his shoulders so he could sit with his back flat on the bed. "What're you doing?" You hushed him as you grabbed the comb, sectioning his hair as you gently combed the knots out before clipping the section with the clip as you did the same to the other sections you had.

"We're not playing dress up." You looked at him in the mirror, his arms crossed over his pecs, slight pout on his lips, and his brow furrowed. "You're not even intimidating when you do that, you look like an angry cat. Just relax." His arms remained crossed as you let each section out of the clip.

You swept his hair back, gently massaging his scalp as you went and his eyes fluttered shut, making you smile. "You're okay with me doing this, right?" He nodded. "I don't know what you're doing but I trust you." You nodded.

You and Billy became friends quickly and easily, you were like a breath of air to him and he was like a protector to you in high school considering no one messed with Billy or the people he was associated with. Billy let his walls down around you, your house was a safe space for him whenever he needed one.

You swept the back of his hair up, gathering everything into your hands, smoothing everything down as much as you could. You held his hair in one hand, looking in the mirror to see his eyes were already set on you, watching your every move. You opened the pack of hair ties, grabbing one as you stretched it out.

You made sure his hair had no bumps in it before putting it up into a bun, not too high but not low enough to sit on his neck, placing it at the back of his head, letting the ends dangle slightly. The front pieces had escaped but that was inevitable considering those pieces were overgrown bangs that he had cut on his own in December '84.

"Feel better?" He nodded, the pout gone, brow back in place, and arms uncrossed, letting his muscles soften. You handed him the pack of hair ties, "You can have them, I have a bunch more in the bathroom." He nodded and thanked you as he moved the short pieces behind his ears.

"Do you have your Polaroid?" You nodded and swung your leg over his head, making sure you didn't hit him as you found the camera, making sure it had film. You handed it to him, going back into your previous position except you let your legs fall to the sides of his body. You knew he was going to take pictures of the two of you, the two of you always had the same picture.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his as he put the camera into position and you felt his cheeks pull up as he smiled and you did the same as he took the first picture, blinding the two of you with the flash as the picture ejected and he handed it to you as you fanned it, watching the picture slowly appear.

You got back into position, except this time, you had one hand on his cheek, your thumb, and middle finger on either side of his lips and right before he clicked the button you squished his lips, laughing as you did so. The picture ejected and Billy fanned it and watched as the picture appeared. He handed it to you as you handed him the one of you two smiling.

He stuck the picture in his wallet for the time being as you placed yours on your bulletin board, quickly scribbling the date on it. He put your camera away as he laid on your bed, sprawling out so you had no choice but to cuddle with him. His fingers massaged your scalp as you hummed, placing your head on his shoulder.

"Do you remember when everything thought I was piping you?" You laughed and nodded. "Fucking Tommy and Carol wouldn't leave us alone." He nodded, sighing at the memory. "Hawkins sucks ass, it really does and at times I wish I was back home," he said as he rubbed your hip with two fingers, "but at the same time, if I was still in California, I wouldn't know what love felt like. I wouldn't have a friend that actually cared about me and that loved me. So, I guess I'm happy that we moved here because if I didn't, I would have never met you." You smiled.

"Love you, B." He smiled and looked down at you. "I love you too. Down for a night swim at the pool? Keys are in the Camaro." You nodded. "After dinner?" He nodded.

And that's exactly what the two of you did, pizza for dinner in his car, late night swim in the community pool before going back to your house and sleeping entangled in each other's arms., placing your head on his shoulder.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things billy #william hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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one of them / julián álvarez

request: julian alvarez ig au where his gf was in camp with the argentina team at the wc and his gf bonds with the team, and learns a trick she takes back to use on her own football team

author's note: loved doing this 🥹 i really miss the wc can't believe we won kajsksjsj

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yourusername qatar!! extrañaba a mí chico y a este equipo. no existe espacio en mí teléfono para bancar la cantidad de fotos que voy a sacarles 👀📸 (qatar!! missed my boy and this team. there isn't enough storage in my phone to save the amount of pics I'm gonna take 👀📸)

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enzojfernandez primer partido que jugamos sin vos y perdemos, te teníamos que traer (first match that we play without you near and we lose, we had to bring you back)

yourusername entonces soy su cábala? (so i'm your lucky charm?)

rodridepaul yourusername de julián (julian's lucky charm)

gonzalo_montiel29 pero te extrañábamos tmb yourusername (but we missed you too)

juliaanalvarez ok ya están muy cómodos con mí novia 😟 (ok you're getting too comfortable with my girlfriend 😟)

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yourusername ha sido un camino y terminó de la mejor forma!! 🏆 se va a extrañar la concentración 😭 (it's been a journey and ended in the best way possible!! 🏆 i'm gonna miss camp 😭)

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juliaanalvarez los mates de enzo 🥹 (enzo's mates 🥹)

yourusername casi tan buenos como los míos 😋 (almost as good as mine 😋)

enzojfernandez seguro, lo que te deje dormir de noche (sure, if it helps you sleep at night)

yourusername juliaanalvarez me está peleando :( (he's fighting me :( )

kunaguero los intrusos 😎 (the intruders 😎)

yourusername ya somos parte de ellos (we're a part of them already)

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yourusername aprendí un truco o dos en qatar (learnt a trick or two in qatar)

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enzojfernandez ya sos mejor que julián (you're better than julián already)

juliaanalvarez callate, la última vez hice 100 y vos quedaste en 24 (shut up, last time I did 100 and you only did 24)

enzojfernandez estaba lesionado! (i was injured!)

yourusername qué hacías haciendo jueguitos mientras estabas lesionado? (why were you doing tricks if you were injured?)

kunaguero me pregunto lo mismo 🤔 (i'm asking the same thing)

#julián álvarez x you #julián álvarez imagine #julián álvarez x reader #julian alvarez x reader #julian alvarez x you #julian alvarez imagine #football imagine #football instagram au #football x y/n #football x reader #football x you

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jupitercomet · 1 year

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Don't know why, maybe because my brain is evil and loves to watch people suffer but all I can think about is Bob x Sweet Pea where someone breaks into the bakery and Sweet Pea ends up a little bloody and bruised and we find out why Bob is called Reaper because you hurt someone he loves he will come after you. But also a call back to one of the first blurbs where Sweet Pea is cleaning Bob up and now it's his turn to clean her up. But also I feel bad for wanting Sweet Pea to be hurt

okay, I'm actually gonna save feral Bob (and the origin of Reaper) for the series, so please enjoy a slightly altered version of the second part of your request!

warnings: language, mentions of violence, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, Bob is 6'5" because I said so

“Ow! That stings—”

Bob shuts you up with a glare, his hand holding your jaw still as he dabs at your cheek with a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol. “I don’t wanna hear whining from little miss ‘startin’ bar fights’ right now.” His fingers squeeze your cheeks a bit more at the reminder and it causes your bottom lip to jut out in a small pout — though you already felt like pouting anyway.

“I didn’t know she was wearing rings,” you grumble, letting out a hiss as Bob moves to clean the tender skin around your eye.

“You’re not helpin’ yourself, sweet pea.” Though his voice is firm and hard, his hands remain soft as they care for the bruises and cuts on your face. “So unless you’re gonna explain to me what happened tonight, I think it’s in your best interest to stop talking.”

You deflate slightly at his words.

Bob’s mad, you know that. He was mad when he picked you and Eloise up from the bar you got kicked out of. He was mad when he changed you into one of his long t-shirts, dropping the pants he’d grabbed with a cluck of his tongue at the sight of your torn up knees. He was mad when he lifted you onto the kitchen counter. And now, as he cleans you of blood and dirt, Bob is mad.

“I’m sorry.”

It comes out small, meek, in a voice you almost don’t recognize as your own. Bob looks up from your cheek bone and sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as his thumb strokes your jaw. “I'm not angry with ya, but I need to know what happened, sweet pea.”

You let out a breath, moving to play with your fingers nervously, but all that does is draw Bob’s attention to your split knuckles. He stops you, holding onto one of your hands himself, and gives you a prompting look as he grabs a wipe to clean them.

“I, um, well, there was this girl, right? And I guess you went on a couple dates with her or something, because she was talking to all her friends about it,” you purse your lips, looking away. The cotton ball Bob grabbed is hovering above your knuckles and he stares up at you with furrowed brows.

“But anyway, she was just… saying the most awful things about you. That didn’t even make sense either! Like she was upset that you were too considerate! How is that a bad thing? And all her friends were laughing, like you weren’t the most amazing person in the world. So I— I told her that I’m not surprised that someone that allows herself to be seen in public with a spray tan that tacky would have bad taste.”

Bob conceals a small snort, though you hardly notice, speaking animatedly as the anger you felt over the course of the night rears its head again.

“Then she said something and I said something back and then we were fighting— She swung first though, so it was self defense I think. And then she said something about you that I really didn’t like, so I… broke her nose.” You finish, nervously glancing at Bob through your lashes.

It’s silent for several moments and you hold your breath, unsure of what Bob is thinking. Suddenly, he lets out an exasperated laugh, dropping his head to the uninjured skin on your knee.

“How am I supposed to…” He mumbles it more to himself, pressing a soft kiss to your leg before shaking his head and looking up at you. “So you broke a girl’s nose?”

“...yeah.”

“Because she said something not very nice about me?”

“Don’t say it like that! You know what you’re doing when you say it like that,” you cross your arms with a huff. “If anything I should be mad.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Bob raises his brows in mild amusement as he soaks another cotton ball in rubbing alcohol.

You stick your nose out to emulate a sense of superiority over the significantly larger man, who's preparing to clean your knee caps. “Because now you have me questioning your taste in women. If you didn’t have such awful exes, I wouldn’t have to fight them— Bobby, that burns!”

“Well, it’s what happens when you fight people,” Bob discards the cotton ball, getting up to rummage through the first-aid kit. “So maybe you shouldn’t fight people, sweet pea.”

“She hit me first!”

Bob ignores your outcry, turning to you like you never spoke at all. “You want a Snoopy band-aid or polka dots?”

You sigh. “Snoopy, please.”

He opens the band-aid quickly, smoothing it against the cut on your cheek, and he lets his thumb linger on the latex padding.

“Listen,” he starts, softening at the way you look like a scolded child. “I don’t care what she thinks about me, alright? Because she isn’t you. And I got you, so why would I give a shit about some other girl with,” his lips quirk up slightly, “a bad spray tan? I do care about you though. And I do give a shit about you getting hurt.”

The hand on your cheek travels down to your chin and he holds it so you’re looking at him. “So, no more starting fights.” He gives your lips a peck. “And no more breakin’ noses.” He gives you another. “Okay, tiger?”

You nod. “Okay.”

“Good,” Bob picks you up from the counter, supporting you with hands holding your thighs as he leads you both to the bedroom. “Now, when you did it, did you do it how I taught ya? Your form’s gotten a lot better, sweet pea. I’m proud of you.”

#bob floyd blurb #bob floyd x sweet pea #sweeter than sugar #under the hard deck #buggy's got a pen

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mrprettywhenhecries · 1 month

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❝cleaning duty❞ [b.h]

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (oc)

⚓︎ w.c. 1.9k words ⚓︎ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, none really, flirting + kisses ⚓︎ a/n. Cowritten with my love, @hawkinsglasscloset, for @theocxcanonweek's day one - Play Fighting. Part of Flor and I's Stranger Timeline'verse, in which Win is an exchange student from England, staying with the Harringtons.

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Ever since Win Lewis started working at the Hawkins Community Pool, Billy couldn't seem to pay attention to anything else.

The bored housewives who always watched him from their lounge chairs hated how distracted he’d become–he didn't even try to hide how he looked at her with his eyes full of desire.

"Lewis! Cleaning duty today," Billy called as they were about to close for the night.

Win groaned, rolling her eyes. “I did it yesterday, it’s your turn, Billy,” she huffed, fixing him with a pointed look, her hands resting on her hips as she stared him down from across the storage room.

"No chance, I have a date," he lied. He just wanted to make her a little jealous. Every day watching her in her little red swimsuit was torture, even more when she was so good at playing hard to get.

Win’s mouth fell open for a moment, her stomach doing a flip at his words and she quickly smoothed her expression, not wanting him to know he’d struck a nerve. “What a coincidence, I have a date too, with Steve Harrington,” she said with a shrug, knowing just the mention of Steve’s name would get under Billy’s skin.

"Harrington, huh? I see..." Billy's expression turned sour, he couldn't help but wonder if she was just trying to mess with him or if it was true. "If we both have dates, maybe we can clean up together then, so we finish quicker,” he suggested.

Win deliberated for a moment, letting her gaze linger on Billy’s smooth tanned chest before slipping lower down his toned stomach to his bright red swim trunks and muscular thighs before her eyes snapped back up to his. “Alright, sounds like a deal,” she said, glad her little fib worked. All she wanted was for him to carry his weight. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her wanting to possibly spend more time with him.

Billy noticed how her eyes wandered and it made him feel a little more confident. If the date she’d scheduled with Harrington was real, he'd make sure she never made it, getting stuck there at the pool with him instead.

"Alright, I'm gonna lock the gates and you close the umbrellas. Then we can take care of the floor together," he said, giving her plenty of time to watch as he left, spinning the key chain around his finger.

Win's lips crooked as she took advantage of his exit, biting her lip as she watched his backside for a moment before following, stepping out into the warm dusk to close the pool umbrellas and make sure they were secured shut.

Billy closed the gates, taking his time as he watched her from afar. By the time he came back, they were the only two people left there. "Alright, ready?" He offered her one of the mops he brought out with a bucket of soapy water.

"I hate mopping," Win sighed, but took the mop handle, dipping the mop head into the sudsy water before bending over to wring the excess water out.

Billy smirked when he watched the scene, it was like she was moving in slow motion... she was too beautiful not to be a dream. "Me too, I'm not here cause I want to," he scoffed, wetting his mop to start on his side of the pool.

“So… who’s the lucky girl you’re taking out tonight?” Win asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as she returned to the bucket for more soapy water.

"You don't know her, she graduated with me last year, her name’s… Danielle," Billy said the first thing that came to mind, also trying to sound nonchalant. "She was always after me, so I decided to give her a chance."

Win let out a snort. “Uh huh, throw her a bone, ey? How kind of you,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. “You’re such a gentleman, Hargrove.”

"That's what I'm known for... as if you're not throwing Harrington a bone. You're way out of his league, he's been trying to get any girl to go out with him this summer and you're the first one to say yes."

Win rolled her eyes as she mopped closer, quickly running out of floor. “And whose league am I in?” she wondered, fighting not to smirk and give herself away.

"Better looking guys, smarter guys for sure... you know, guys who know more books than just Green Eggs and Ham," Billy chuckled as they finally stood face to face. "Someone who can satisfy you."

“Why do I get the feeling you think that’s you?” Win asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him as she propped a hand on her hip and leaned against the mop handle.

"Do you want it to be?" Billy smirked, making an exaggerated move to fix his hair just to get an excuse to flex his bicep for her.

Win rolled her eyes. “Hmmm, I dunno, Steve is awful sweet,” she mused, smirking at him.

"Pfft I can be sweet... to people who deserve it," Billy scoffed.

“People like… Danielle?” Win ventured, bending to pick up the mop bucket.

"Shyeah, people like her, who can appreciate a real man," Billy stepped closer to her until they were inches apart.

Win’s grin faltered as he moved closer. This close she could smell his cologne over the fainter scent of chlorine. He must have refreshed his cologne sometime after their shift ended and before they started mopping. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes met his, a brilliant blue that sparkled like he knew something she didn’t. Before she could get sucked in further, she shook her mop at him, getting him wet before slipping past him.

"Hey! What was that for?" Billy exclaimed, following her to the other side. "You wanna get me wet? Fine then, let's get real wet..." Without warning Billy wrapped his arms around her and did a kamikaze jump into the pool, taking her with him.

Win’s surprised shriek cut off as she hit the water and she gasped as she broke the surface, pushing her wet hair from her face. “Billy!” she cried, slapping her hand across the water to splash him as soon as he emerged.

"What? You started it!" Billy splashed her right back, trying very hard not to laugh at the anger on her face; she looked so cute when she was angry. "As a Brit, you should know us Americans do war better than anyone else, so don't provoke us," he warned, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Win stuck her tongue out at him. “Yeah, only cause you play dirty,” she countered, daring to swim closer.

"How dare you!" Billy gasped, resisting the urge to splash her again, deciding to poke her sides instead.

Win let out a yelp and tried to squirm away, though the water made it hard to move quickly enough. “Billy! That tickles!” she gasped breathlessly.

"Good, you deserve it!" he laughed, unrelenting, wrapping one arm around her so she couldn't escape.

“Billy!” Win exclaimed through her laughter, giving up and melting into his embrace, his body firm against hers. “You’re a menace!” she insisted, smacking his chest lightly.

"What? You can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Billy chuckled, pulling her even closer, trapping her against his chest.

“I can take it,” Win countered insistently, running her fingers over his ribs.

Billy suddenly stopped and looked down at her, he couldn't keep the smile from his face. "You... you don't have a date with Harrington, do you?"

Win chewed her lip, quickly averting her face so Billy wouldn’t notice the pink that dusted her cheeks. “I… I may have just said that to get a rise out of you,” she admitted, trying to keep her voice light.

"Well... I... I might've made up my date too," he admitted, gently turning her face back to him. "And I lied when I said I'm not here cause I want to be. I want to."

Win’s eyes found his and she froze, her lips parting as she watched him, breath catching at how beautiful he looked with the water dripping from his hair and the setting sun sparkling in his bright blue eyes that were fixed unwavering on her face. “Good,” she finally breathed, wetting her lips. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Billy couldn't stop staring at her, she had stormy eyes that captured his gaze and her skin was so soft, he just wanted to kiss her all over. "I'm glad too," he murmured, looking down at her plump cherry lips. He couldn't hold back, he leaned in and stole a kiss, a long and gentle kiss.

As soon as Billy’s lips touched hers, Win melted, her eyes slipping shut as she kissed him back, her arms emerging from the water to wend around his shoulders, pressing herself tighter against him.

"Maybe I should be doing more cleaning duty," Billy breathed before kissing her again, deeply this time and more passionately.

“Or maybe… you should just ask me out,” Win murmured breathlessly, glad for Billy’s arms around her and the buoyancy of the water, lest her knees gave way.

"I guess that works,” he chuckled huskily. “Wanna have dinner with me, Winnie?" Billy whispered in her ear. "I can pick you up."

Win couldn’t help but grin as his breath tickled her ear and a shiver ran through her. “Sounds good. What time?” she asked, tilting her head to catch his eye.

"I'll pick you up at seven," Billy finally let go of her, wanting to leave her wanting more. "Just can't guarantee what time you'll be back..."

Win huffed a soft laugh. “I see,” she murmured, flushed and wanting to keep kissing him. “Guess I better get home and change,” she teased, a grin playing at her lips as she swam toward the edge of the pool, lifting herself out easily and adjusting her suit as she watched Billy glide over.

"Really? I wouldn't mind if you came in your swimsuit," Billy joked, pushing himself out of the pool as well and shaking his wet hair. "Actually, on second thought, I wouldn't want anyone else to stare."

“You wanna be the only one to stare at me?” Win teased, tucking her damp hair behind her ears.

"Yeah, I wanna be the only one," Billy smirked and gave her a wink, his hand placed on his chest.

“Too bad this is my work uniform,” Win quipped, grinning wryly.

"I guess... as long as you're okay with the ladies checking me out too," Billy teased.

“Hmm, I dunno about that,” she mused, going to grab her towel. “But maybe I will be once they know you’re taken,” she said offhandedly, though hope bloomed in her chest at the thought.

Billy’s grin grew even wider at the idea. He’d never really had a serious girlfriend before, but for Win? He was willing to try and make it work. "Didn't know you were so possessive..."

“I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Win said, pulling her shorts over her suit once she’d dried off. “But maybe I can start filling you in tonight.”

She flashed him a genuine smile. “See you seven, don’t be late,” she reminded him with a wink before turning to head to the front door, leaving him to lock up.

Billy watched her unabashedly, looking like the cat that got the cream. His little plan had worked way better than he’d expected. He couldn't wait to have her all to himself that night and taste her lips again, he couldn't wait to be able to tell anyone who asked that he was taken.

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mogglewrites · 10 months

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Say What?

LukeJamie confession fic (Luke Ver.)

[Also posted on AO3 and my Twitter as a thread fic]

This fic has two different outcomes. This is if Luke wins the fight.

Thank you to my friend @miss-evening for being my beta-reader. You're a lifesaver.

Okay, let's get to the fic.

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It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting, each throwing punches and kicks as if their lives depend on it.

All over a simple wager.

"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.

It's a chance.

Luke gets a sturdy hold on Jamie's shirt, and rushes forward, pushing and pinning him to the floor. The drunken boxer struggles against him, but the combined weight of Luke's grip and fatigue from a long fight drains the energy out of him. Eventually, he stops. He can't win this now. Only the sound of them panting remains. Jamie is ruined under him, face red and hair loose from its braid. He didn't drink at all throughout the match, which was strange. Usually when they brawl, there would be at least one or two sips from his gourd.

"Ugh, you're too fuckin' big, man. Are your arms packed with bricks or something? Shit...," the yellow clad fighter grumbles. Luke releases him and stands up. He offers him a hand, and unsurprisingly, Jamie refuses it, getting up on his own. He sweeps back his long, black hair and looks for where his hair band has gone off to, then goes over to pick it up.

"Don't be a sore loser. Are you gonna back out of the deal too?" Luke crosses his arms, waiting for his rival to collect himself. Jamie rolls his eyes.

"The great Jamie Siu doesn't go back on his words. I'm the one who suggested it anyway," he says as he ties his hair back in a loose ponytail. He's too tired for a braid right now. "So what do you want? Food?"

Jamie turns to face him, but Luke doesn't meet his gaze. He seems to be deep in thought, though he's staring at his opponent.

Does he have a giant bruise on his face or something? Why is he staring?

"Hello? Did I hit ya on the head too hard? Pick something already." He's getting impatient. First his plan got ruined, and now he's being tortured by his opponent's indecisiveness. It's pretty odd, since Luke is always so straightforward. He must be thinking real hard on how he could humiliate him.

"I want you...to repeat what I say," Luke finally answers after another minute of contemplation. Jamie raises an eyebrow at him.

"That's it?" He puts a hand on his hip. Honestly, he's a little disappointed. A chance to make him do whatever he wants and the guy chooses to play Simon Says. But that's fine. He'll let it pass, just this once.

"Whenever you're ready, big guy."

Luke takes a deep breath to bolster himself. He keeps eye contact with Jamie as he begins.

"I."

"I," Jamie says after him. Weird start. Maybe he's making him say a humiliating line or something.

"...love." Luke steps closer. There's a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

"L-love?" Jamie stutters, face turning red as well. He's taken aback by Luke approaching him. No way. No fucking way.

Luke stops. They're standing chest-to-chest now. Jamie is looking up at him with wide eyes.

"..."

The training center is silent. Luke can feel the heat radiating from Jamie's tan skin. Jamie's top is open, showing off the expanse of his smooth chest. Luke sometimes wonders how he doesn't have any scars, even though he seems to get into as many fights as he does.

"You," he finishes, nearly whispering. Both of them are flushed all the way down to their necks. Blue eyes look pleadingly to his object of affection. He's done it. He has confessed.

Now he can only hope that Jamie will accept it.

Fuck, why the hell did he think this was a good idea? Maybe he can laugh it off and say it's a prank. Jamie would understand, right?

"You."

Luke's eyes fall shut. Hearing Jamie say those three words makes him so happy, but knowing that they're probably not true just turns the happiness into a heavy weight that gnaws at him from inside.

He senses Jamie grabbing him by the collar and yanking him down.

Luke braces for impact.

And feels Jamie's lips press against his own.

His eyes fly open in surprise, but closes again as he melts into it. Luke pulls Jamie in, one hand finding his lower back and the other coming up to cradle his face. It began sweet, but a swipe of Jamie's tongue on his lips startles him into breaking the kiss.

"You better not be messing with me, Sullivan, or it's gonna be my fist meeting your face," Jamie growls, sharp eyes burning with passion. Luke feels like his heart can blast off straight into space. He couldn't stop the smile from blooming even if he tried.

"Nah. You of all people should know I don't lie." He gives Jamie a peck on the cheek. He's full on hugging him now, and Jamie is hugging him back! He kisses him again, and again, and again-

"Ookay, that's enough. Leave some for later too, dumbass." Jamie's palm blocks his advances. He looks away from Luke, but his cheeks are flaming red.

"Aww, is the great Jamie Siu defeated by a couple kisses?" Luke coos. Guess he got a little too eager there.

"No, 'cus if you don't stop, I might just fuck you right here." Jamie grins, glancing back at him. Luke sputters in indignation.

"Jamie!" His hold loosens just enough for his rival (or lover? Are they lovers now?) to wriggle out.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he laughs, "I rather do it on a bed." He starts walking towards the door. Where does this guy think he's going?!

"Why you-" Luke catches up to Jamie and scoops him up from behind, holding him in a princess carry, earning a squawk of surprise and a hit on the chest.

"Just for that, I'm taking you back to my place. Better be prepared to get stuck in bed all day tomorrow," he huffs. Call him brash or whatever, but if Jamie wants to tease him like this, he'll do it right back. He's not afraid!

"Cocky much? Don't disappoint me." Jamie drags the tip of his index finger under Luke's chin, like he's caressing an animal. Luke shivers and his smile widens.

"You can bet on it."

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ofswordsandsorcery · 1 year

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My thoughts on SHADOW & BONE S2

SHADOW AND BONE SEASON 2 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

GRISHA VERSE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

!!!!SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!!

I wrote this while watching, so it's really chaotic

Also, I haven't read any of the books in a while, so forgive me for not remembering how to correctly write the names and probably forgetting stuff :D

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED CLICK OFF THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE

Episode 1

A privateer actually, it's an important distinction

Take your fuckin shoes off the bed

TAMAR AND TOLYA FUCKING ICONIC

Episode 2

THE BOOK, IT'S LIVES OF SAITS, OH SAINTS IS IT BEAUTIFUL

"you live in a single moment I live in a thousand"

You're old as shit we get it

Nina Zenik is a fucking menace and I am SO living for it

Also, we love a queen that eats <3

Oh oh Nikolai trying to steal Mal's girlfriend i see

Tamar and Alina interaction ahsjsjsjsj

The bonding over being shu han???

Awww, i loveee themm

You are FANCY CARGO

I'M DYING

Wylan and Nikolai working together would be the end of the world as we know it

HE SAID THE LINE

HE SAID IMPROBABLE

I- I CAN'T OMGGG

I thought the girl working for Aleksander was Zoya for a sec and i was SO confused

Aww, Wylan he's beyond thrilled, he just doesn't show it love

FUTURE HUBBYYS

Jes getting his fucking hat before leaving is everything

Episode 3

Soaaring flyyyyinnn

Nikolai is one hell of an inventor

Jes and Wylan on a missionnn *in a singing voice*

Nina giving Kaz contra >>>

Ajsjyjsjsjs Prince Nikolai reveal i am jsksksjsj AN ICON, truly

You lying bastard

Whack

Even more iconic

David and Genyaaaaa

I love David

I'm still so incredibly mad

On an unrelated note: Lewis Tan is one fine man

A casting decision I actually love

Side eye to Nikolai

(sorry paddy, nothing against you, you are doing a wonderful job just really not how I imagined Nikolai to look at ALL)

Nadja meets Tamar

Brb, I'm going to turn in to a useless queer

Also, I love Aldrick

ZOYALINA ZOYALINA ZOYALINA

Fuck allies, you need a wife

I am so living for Wylan begrudgingly agreeing with Jes

Wylans horrified stare at the piano playing omg and the little flinch

"He's really good" lol

Jes is so falling in love with Wylan over his piano playing skills

That LOOK

YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT THAT IS SO CUTE I'M CRYING

Uhhh, kaz inej fight lol

Let me bandage it for you even tho i am deadly afraid of touching skin

Ahhh, communication

Omg the subtle shaking? The fear in his eyes? Well done.

What's your telll?

The cane the limp, know ones ever smart enough to look for the real one????

It's not what you think??

Nina is like yeah, take your bullshitting elsewhere

Ahaaa

I LOVE seeing that friendship develop.

Shit at first dates lmao

Love you Nina

Kaz fighting scene omg

Badass.

Crow club takeover? What?

Y'all I wasn't prepared for this

So much is happening at once, help

Eww he licked the knife? Bah

Go Inej, get his ass..

THE HAIR FLIP

INEJ INEJ INEJ INEJ INEJJJJJ

BABES YOU'RE FUCKING BADASS

Wow the prayer

So much emotionnnn

Ajhsjsjsj

Vladim, what are you doing love

General Kirigan what the actual fuck

That.. Is your mom

The horror on David's face

I feel the same way tho

I HaVe a PrOPosAL

Shut up Nikolai, you're gonna get punched again and you're face is actually to pretty for that...

STOP IT. They're holding hands

I repeat THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS

This is a fucking emotional roller-coaster

I'm not going anywhere - walks away

Thanks Jes, for saying what i thought

Jesper you little fuck

Don't betray Wylan like that?

Wylan talking about how Alby isn't responsible for who his father is

Van Eck im FUCKING LOOKING AT YOU

Oh Mathias my poor boy <3 he seriously needs a hug...

What's your price? Nuh uh

Episode 4

Vasily you idiot

TAMARR <3

Razrusha'ya

Ruined? I AM NOT RUINED I AM RUINATION

Baghra the wise im cackling

I KINDA LIKE YOUR FACE?

Jes you can't just drop that casually and then move one as if fucking nothing happend????

No mourners no funerals and it's almost all of my babies

Nadjas impressed look at Tamar and her axes has me SOBBING

TOLYA WITH HIS BOOOK

LOVE

That was a long time ago

Yeah oops

Make him kneel make him kneel make him kneel omg

That whole scene is so fucking good i had to actually rewatch it multiple times before i could move on

Tolya and Tamar supremacy <3

Not The POETRYYY

Tamar and Tolya meeting the crows??? Holy shit

This has taken so many twists and turns and loopings what

You could... Come with me??

Wylans lil shrug???? I'm actually crying

Kit's acting in the confession scene? SPECTACULAR the glances, the lil eye roll before be gathers the full courage, the little waver in his voice when he does confess??

A WYLAN KISS? WHAT I DID NOT EXPECT THAT AT ALL

HELP

HELPPPPP

Maybe you need a reminder?? The laughs the giggles I'm going to spontaneously combust

Wtf kaz

I worry about you?

I can't have a weak link in my crew?

You're a bloody idiot, is what you are

Nina should kock some sense into that head of yours after what you just said you moron

I think Rollins knocked it outa ya

And king he shall be

Just not yet oops

Unhinged Genya? hell yes!!!!

Ahhh, Baghra, you sly fucker

Not Adrik

Not him

Please not him

Jesper, Inej and Nina solidarity

Jes loves the gossip so much ahahahah

Episode 5

Genya not wanting David to see her because she's afraid of what he'll think hurts my heart

Genyalina hug supremacy

Baghra said sobatchka

I'm crying. This is not the time but omh

YOU DON'T NEED FIXING

Damn right she doesn't.

Tolya looking at the bowl of food is literally me

NINA AND TOLYA BONDING OVER FOOD

NOT WHAT I THOUGHT I'D GET BUT NOW I NEED MORE, OH LORD

I'm not here for you whoops

Oh Jes, you said the wrong thing baby

Bhez Ju? It looks INCREDIBLE!!!

Tolya being like wtf is going on with you and wylan is gold

I know metal

David i love you

The gentle forehead press

What did you do to him

Tolya giving relationship advice to jesper avout wylan I'm going to cry

Nvm I'm actually already crying

Nina trying to talk to Kaz about tea had me laughing so hard

Tolya snacking all the time, we love it

Zoya honestly

Tolyas comment about soldiers, i love that

Episode 6

MAMA

I'm laughing so hard

Poor Mal

He doesn't deserve any of this

The thief is so beautiful

And she's so badass

SHE'S DOING A GRISHA VERSION OF BLOODBENDING??? THAT IS GENIUS

Lol she's giving it to Jesper

I think she knows he's a special one

Love her so much

Another Wesper kiss??? Also, Tolya's knowing face lmao

Mathias = slab of fur and i will not refer to him as anything else ever again

Episode 7

Why on earth is everyone losing their hands?

This is ridiculous

Let me introduce you to Inej - Badass of the Barrel

Uh oh is right you witch

The crows join, it's over you idiots

Not the cane, that's a sacrilege what you just did.

Sibling reunion I'm sobbing over that hug

Um, Mal u okay hun?

Episode 8

Not kaz giving his cane away what is happening???

My Man

MY MAN

Kaz and Tolya bonding over Poetry? Of all things? love it

Ah ah ah is that an upward lip tug i see Kaz?

Jes... Why did you ruin the moment like that?

There's six of you you morons

Just don't know it yet lovelies

Have i said i don't like Genya's eye thing? It just looks so cheap

He wants an investment lol

Kaz you fuking idiot

You actually have to say it you know

Oof, the I want- I want you

Gives me the same vibes as i love, i love, i love you

How many fucking flying ships do they have?

Nah wtf is this Inej & Tolya shit

What's with the suggestive camera angles, stop that

Actually, i like the sturmhond look on Mal

Inej on the boat taking over slaver ships

So many things i didn't think I'd see this season omg

Ketterdam what kinda fucked up, out of proportion moon do you have???

Ugh not the apparat

Fuck off already, i didn't miss you at ALL

For a man of faith...

Love you for that, sobachka

Finally a better eye patch

Zoya you actually could lol

Are we going to get a triumvirate sitch with Alina?

Omgg yesss

You finally gonna go to Fjerda huh

I AM SO LIVING FOR THE DRESSES

EXCEPT ZOYAS... WHERE'S THE SIGNATURE BLUE SILVER?

Not that it doesn't look good just...

Talk about show stopping, am i right

Well, that's a way to end the show

Additional things I LOVED

- The show name at the beginning of every episode

- The different languages >>>>

- everything Tolya does

-Patrick Gibson as Nikolai, the longer I watched the better it got

What I did NOT like:

- lots of things actually but I have decided for myself that from here I'll just see the show as something different from the books and cherish it for what it is

-David and Genya having literally five seconds before he died? WTF? David was supposed to be here longer :/

-that they put SO MUCH into this season? like so much is happening at once and then they introduce additional stuff??? Felt a little rushed to me... Like were kinda already at the point of King of Scars but at the same time the SOC plotline is so ripped apart? I am confused...

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone season 2 #spoilers #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #the darkling #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #the crows #six of crows #nina zenik #matthias helvar #waffles #how do i tag help

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years

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Percy Jackson imagine being Thalia new half sister and you wearing a Green day shirt and Percy notices your bag and knows that Thalia would like you.

you send a lot of requests and i love you for that

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I sat nervously on the thin mattress in the Zeus cabin. Apparently I was supposed to have a sister but she was away from camp.

My backpack with my stuff in it seemed even smaller in the vast marble cabin and I tugged my hoodie trying to get a little warmer. If someone else had lived here shouldn't it have been heated or something? Maybe better bed, underfloor heating so I didn't have to feel the cold stone through my shoes.

"Uh, hello? Knock knock?" A voice from just outside the cabin door.

I quirked an eyebrow and shuffled to the entrance, opening the door. On the other side was a tall, tan dude with black hair and freakishly blue-green eyes. He was vaguely familiar and I remembered that he'd been one of the people fight off the... whatever it was that was chasing me as I sprinted beyond the barrier into the camp. Pierce? ...no, Percy.

"Did you just say 'knock knock'?" I let slip a smirk. "You can touch the door."

A little sheepishly, Percy shook his head. "Actually, I've been banned from entering this cabin because we've had too many fires started by lightning."

I blinked. Weird, but okay. "Uh, can I help you, Percy?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, since Thalia isn't here, I am here to show you around." He peeked inside the cabin behind me. "And maybe get you some real bedding, or maybe a poster or something."

"Yeah, it's a bit bare." I stepped outside into the warm sunshine, shutting the door behind me. "Guessing my apparent dad doesn't have many kids anymore?"

Percy nodded. "He was banned, so was my dad, Posiden-" Explains the eyes. "-and Hades." Grinning, he shrugged. "Since me, you, Thalia and Nico exist, they didn't stick to that ban."

"So Thalia is, what, my sister?"

He began leading me across the grass to what looked like an arena. "Kind of, she's your half-sister, related on the godly side. Trust me, don't think too hard about the god family tree or you'll give yourself a headache."

As advised, I quickly shut down all paths of questioning in my head. "Alright, so what's she like? My... half-sister on my dad's side?"

Percy practically lit up. "Oh, Thalia's awesome. You'll love her, she's fierce as anything, she was actually a tree for a bit-"

"I'm sorry, a tree?"

"-which protected the camp and made the border so monsters couldn't get in, and she's saved me and my friends gods know how many times."

I swallowed. Maybe she was cool, but she sounded intimidating as hell. I'd just got here, what if she thought I was lame and just ignored me as a sibling? Clearly I wasn't technically supposed to exist, what if she held a grudge for me stealing away some of her spotlight or something?

The sunlight was beating down and now I was sweating nervously. I undid my zip and shrugged off my hoodie.

"W-well, you clearly know her well, d-do you think she'll... like me?" I slung the hoodie over my shoulder.

Percy's eyes flicked to my t-shirt and he smiled widely. "You like Green Day?"

Looking down, I noticed I was wearing a shirt with the iconic album art from the album 'American Idiot' by Green Day. I nodded, a little shy. "Well yeah, they're awesome, they're one of my favourite bands."

He slung an arm around my shoulders as we ducked through the arena entrance.

"You're gonna get along just fine."

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a bit of a short one but i hope you enjoyed!

#thalia #thalia grace #child of zeus!reader #sister!thalia grace #percy jackson #imagine #pjo

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Ok, ok, last thing about Putlitz (for now)..

I know you’ve already read “Brandenburgische Geschichten” but I can’t get over how this is how he introduces Katte…

Apologies for the poor translation….

“

Torn, and the apparent proved that his mutation with the newly arrived guest had been right. Wrapped in his coat, in haste, a lieutenant from the gendarmes entered the room.

Another hasty greeting of the older officers, he approached the Wirth and asked about the Lieute nant von Spaen from the royal regiment.

The figure was not great, but skilful and strong, the attitude more the free of a world man than the stiffness of the then military. The face was tanned and torn apart by leaf scars, the bushy dark eye browns, which shaded a beautiful eye, gave him a gloomy expression on top, like the raised lips a little dry sensual. [NOTE: The exact word used was “Sinnliches.” I’m not fluent In German…. Is there…. Perhaps…. Another translation that I’m not familiar with?]

Nevertheless, the whole appearance had something Attractive. Youthful cockiness and graceful movements.

The uniform, blue with red lapels, sequin vest and golden Balleten [NOTE: I can’t find a translation for this I’m sorry] bore the fight. (?) Traces of a quick ride, the high boots were sprinkled with feces, the hair in disarray. The young man had safely taken a seat, had taken off the thick riding gloves, and the most beautiful man's hand, decorated with brilliant rings, rested on the backrest of the armchair.”

Yeah, I love how he's all "Look at this mysterious hot stranger" and then Katte just can't keep his mouth shut to save his life for the following pages :'D Another thing I genuinely liked about Brandenburgische Geschichten, to my own surprise, was Katte's scene with Wilhelmine ("Her Royal Highness will be glad to hear that I am leaving forever and she never has to see me again!! :((" and "You have been talking about his plans and being in his favour with everyone you met!" "No never, I did not tell a soul!" *a few scenes earlier* "So the CROWN PRINCE, who likes me, is totally gonna run away if things don't change. See ya later, I'm being summoned by THE CROWN PRINCE!", he's such a dumbass idiot).

You did very well with your translation!! A few things that were perhaps slightly off/I tried my hand at to clear up possible misunderstandings:

The first sentence is incomplete, it's more like "He could not finish talking, the door was torn open and one look proved, that his assumption about the new guest had been correct."

Wirt[h] is the barkeep/tavern owner/guy who sells you beer

"The figure was not tall, but dextrous and strong, his posture more the free one of a worldly man [Weltmann is like... He is modern and has been travelling and knows what's up] than the stiff one of the military of the time."

Blatternnarben are pockmarks and his "full lips give him something defiantly sensual". Sensual is the proper translation of sinnlich in this context, I believe, which... Putlitz made a choice there :'D

"Nevertheless, the whole appearance had something attractive, spraying with youthful cockiness and the movements were graceful."

"paille Weste" is not a sequin vest (that would be Paillettenweste), although that would be very funny. Paille is an uncommon word for this yellowish beige colour of the military's vests and trousers. If I had to guess I'd say the Germans just used a French word there?

No idea what Balletten are. I know that the fancy uniform of the Gens d'armes had golden trims, so it's either that or maybe Putlitz gave him anachronistic epaulettes? People who know more about uniforms than I do, speak up (also why would he be wearing that uniform, iirc that was a privilege for special occasions and *only* for the Gens d'armes and he rakes it through the mud :'D Get your yellow leather riding fit, silly)

no matter what they are, the Balletten "carry the visible marks of a fast ride"

Kot does mean feces, you are correct in that, but it used to be used in a more general "dirt" kind of way. Since I don't know if the same is true in English I feel like I have to clear up that Katte doesn't show up there covered in shit, it is probably mud :'D

"The young man had exhaustedly thrown himself onto a chair, had taken off the thick riding gloves, and the most beautiful man's hand, decorated with brilliant diamond rings over which rich lace cuffs fell, rested on the [arm- or back]rest of the armchair." [my little drama queen, I adore Brandenburgische Geschichten Katte <3]

#hans hermann von katte #brandenburgische geschichten

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mlobsters · 10 months

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supernatural s6e3 the third man (w. ben edlund)

so i wanted to know where cas was, i guess "total anarchy" is a little different from what i said ("heaven politics"). whatever, dean needs some backup from all these pod people.

trying to file away a thought about how the show treats him leaving lisa and its after effects, if he's dreaming about her now. not holding my breath on that. (but maybe this was just an excuse to get both guys shirtless)

is this a random lady sam banged or the lady in the hunter group? pretty and longish brown hair blending together.

also sam is very tan. i wonder side by side how much darker he is than s1. might be due to the lighting/coloring they're going with the past couple seasons which can be really warm and saturated at times.

s1e17 hell house / s6e3 the third man - evolution of tan

ah right, i forgot i knew the sex worker thing.

oh jackles what did they do to your face. i know it looks worse because i have the nighttime warm display on, but oof

dean's just rolling with this totally different personality from sam. it's only been 5 minutes but i haven't been angry and i'm tryin real hard to keep the chill vibe. but...

i guess we're going all-in on the gross deaths.

DEAN Yeah, I suppose. Still driving the plastic piece of crap, huh?

SAM What's your mileage, again?

DEAN Shut up.

well, i appreciate the mention of gas mileage because the amount of money they had to have spent on gas for the impala based on the amount they drive is astronomical. but again, we're just doing the fun banter. i don't really get this version of soullessness.

but then, hmm. thinking of the magicians, which sera gamble was also a showrunner on, they had this thing called a shade: "The Shade is the tiny beating heart of the soul and the part that allows people to process complex emotions and connect to one another. The bonds of friendship, love, intimacy, trust, and compassion all rely completely upon the Shade." they also had it be a release from pain from trauma. and general give no fucks anymore-ness. (were shades in the books... i can't remember)

but anyway it kinda seems like, from what i've seen here, their implementation of soulless is really similar to shadeless. i think i'm grating against it so hard because i want dean to figure it out and he can't figure it out if they're being chummy on a job.

also why isn't dean even silently pissy about sam NOT CONTACTING HIM IN A YEAR THAT DEAN THOUGHT HE WAS STILL IN HELL. i just don't see how there's any plot or explanation that's going to make me think dean would react like this. with how you've had him be about sam for the past 5 years, and established canonically his history with him before that. does not compute for me.

(s3e5 bedtime stories) CROSSROADS DEMON No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean.

you don't get demons calling you out to your brother about being desperate, sloppy and needy for nothing.

and zachariah's "sam and dean winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other". but no. dean's all good.

SAM So, what, you -- you like him better or something?

CASTIEL Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't gonna mention it.

DEAN Cas, look, if Sam calls, you answer. Okay? You wing your ass down here, and you tell him, "I don't know." Just because we have some sort of a -- a bond or whatever...

CASTIEL You think I came because you called? I came because of this.

i wonder how cas's dislike of sam gets translated into fandom (who must have had a field day with the profound bond line)

CASTIEL Sam, Dean, my "people skills" are "rusty." Pardon me, but I have spent the last "year" as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.

same, bro, same. except the multidimensional wavelength part.

kind of funny this dude is blaming cas for giving the angels free will.

oh someone must have gif'd tobias and hannibal fighting compared with raphael beating on cas. that's funny.

feeling slightly mollified that at least dean brought up sam seemingly not caring about anything.

DEAN Hey man, I'm just trying to figure this out because... something's different with you. You know that.

SAM Yeah. Yeah, I know.

DEAN Really?

SAM Yeah. I mean... I've been hunting non-stop for the past year, kind of... kind of on the wild, you know? So, yeah, I suppose I'm a little rough around the edges.

well that made me wonder how much awareness sam has of what's going on, realizing i assumed he knew but i see it also makes sense if he doesn't. and doesn't care because he's happy (i assume?)

DEAN Yeah, I get that. I just don't think I'm getting the whole scoop. You went to hell, Sam. And believe me, I know what that does to a guy.

SAM To you.

DEAN What?

SAM You know what it does to you. It -- it tortured you. You know? I think it still does. But, Dean... I'm okay.

ouch. that was ugly. we do not need to fuel dean's guilt-shame fire.

still really looking forward to this particular plotline's demise.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 6x03 #robosam #ben edlund #the magicians #sera gamble #by proxy #evolution of sam's tan #spn-tm-thoughts

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First wound of pride

Summary: Din Djarin was once a son, he was once a foundling. He is a mandalorian now, a father and a king. This is his journey.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Paz Vizsla.

Relationships: Din Djarin & The Armorer, Din Djarin & Grogu.

Characters: Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, The Armorer (aka Verdandi), Jano Prima (OC), Svart (OC).

Rating: M (+18)

Warnings: Descriptions of PTSD, anxiety.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Coming of Age, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Friends To Lovers, Lovers To Enemies, Enemies To Lovers, Identity Crisis, BAMF Din Djarin, Human Disaster Paz Vizsla, Smut.

Chapters: 1/8

Navigation: Next Chapter ->

Excerpt:

A droid. His nightmare standing in front of him in the flesh.

"No droids." He said slightly shaking, his breath coming uneven.

"What did you say, rookie?" The instructor leaned forward, his visor scrutinizing Din's face.

"I said no droids." Din retorted through gritted teeth.

Chapter 1: Heart of glass

The sounds of blasting and screams of horror were haunting his dreams every time he closed his eyes. He often woke up covered in cold sweat, crying in pain as his heart ripped in half.

Every time he looked around only to find the other foundlings shushing him, Jano was the one running towards his bunk, soothing him by using kind words, holding him in the dark.

Din was twelve years old when he was rescued by a child of the watch and he was now a foundling. Their days consisted in training and working as a community, they learned about providing, harvesting, cooking, repairing machinery.

He would use his chores in order to forget, to put his mind at ease. Fortunately, Jano was there, they became close, he was Din's anchor, he liked to pretend the boy was his brother. The brother he never had.

When the foundlings turned fourteen, they were send to the fighting corps. Din and Jano were excited, Jano laid down on Din's bed next to him.

"I can't believe it! We're gonna become mandalorians, Din." He said staring at the ceiling. "Kriffing finally!"

Din chuckled looking at his friend's face, he looked so happy, his green eyes brighter than ever. "Yeah, I'm glad we're going together."

He closed his eyes, resting his hand on his stomach, in two days they were leaving. Din felt like a grown man, the galaxy was waiting for him, nothing would stop him. Nothing.

They were received by a group of mandalorians. Din walked inside the barracks carefully close to Jano. The fighting corps hid his facilities underground, the air felt dense and humid, the dim light of candles wrapping bodies covered in beskar.

The foundlings were standing in front of them, a mandalorian in black armour greeted them, inviting the group to sat down at the long tables, Din looked at Jano nervous, his eyes pleading him to stay close. Jano nodded.

They sat next to each other as a group of older kids started serving tiingilar. Din looked up at the boy handing him off a bowl. He was tall and broad, with dark hair, brown eyes and tanned skin.

When Din took the bowl from his hand, the boy locked eyes with him, Din pressed his lips together avoiding his gaze, fixing his eyes on the tiingilar.

Jano received his bowl and waited until the boy walked away to asked Din "What was that?"

Din frowned and shook his head, still staring down "What was what?"

He elbowed Din "Come on, vod, I know you, you looked like a tooka kitten when this guy looked at you."

Din shrugged "He was so big." He said absentmindedly.

Jano bursted into laughter, Din flinched hushing him "Shut up, vod!"

Din could feel his face going warmer, stupid Jano.

"Yes, he's so big." Jano composed himself, "Did you see those arms? I'm dying to get as ripped as that guy. That's the training, vod, imagine us in a couple of years."

Din chuckled nodding, yes, he noticed those arms but unlike Jano, he wasn't thinking about the training, he was a little ashamed since that didn't cross his mind. The only thing he registered was how handsome the big boy was.

That was new. He had never thought about any person in those terms before. He looked around, his eyes searching, the boy was two tables away, still handing round the tiingilar.

Later that evening, the foundlings were gathered in a training room, three mandalorians explained to them how things worked in the fighting corps. Then they walked the kids towards the barracks rooms.

"Make groups of six people and choose a bunk, that's going to be your room for the next four years." A mandalorian called Sju said to them.

Din couldn't sleep that night, Jano was cuddling up against him. His mind was parsecs away, he closed his eyes remembering his father's voice, his mother's eyes, and the look of horror on their faces the last time he saw them.

He cried in silence, still mourning them. Life wasn't fair, he learned that at a tender age.

The next morning a group of kids entered the room, Din sat onto the mattress swiftly, Jano was rubbing sleep from his eyes, his head against Din's chest, he narrowed his eyes clutching Din's t-shirt.

Din widened his eyes when he saw that the big boy was one of the guys waking them up. He stared at Din and Jano, his eyebrows lifting, he seemed surprised. He walked in Din's bunk direction.

He rested his elbows on the mattress crossing his arms, since Din's bunk was the top one. "Did you sleep together, cuties?" He asked and Din's heart skipped a beat.

Jano let go of Din, Din knew he wouldn't take this guy's shit "Yeah, we had wild sex all night long, the other four guys joined us." He shrugged one shoulder pointing at their roommates, the older boys laughed at his boldness.

The big boy chuckled "No need to be that wary, little one." He moved his eyes to glance at Din "What about you, cyar'ika, are you wary too?"

Din blinked at him, feeling something warm nesting in his stomach at the affectionate term the boy used to address him "I'm even worse. What are you doing here?" He tried not to show the way this guy was making him feel and he was also desperate to impress him.

"We are waking the rookies up, it's part of our training, now dress and come to get some breakfast." A blonde girl retorted.

Din nodded, he was ready to leave his bed after Jano when he felt a touch on his knee, he froze locking eyes with the big boy again, but this time he didn't break eye contact with him.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" The boy asked almost whispering.

Din pretended that it was a secret between them and his breathing was going faster at the thought. "Din Djarin." He said under his breath relishing in the boy's attention "What's yours?" He asked gingerly.

The boy chuckled sending shivers down Din's spine "Paz Vizsla."

Din smiled taken aback by this boy, Paz. "How old are you?"

Paz raised his eyebrows smirking "Sixteen."

Din gasped "And you look like that?" He squeezed his eyes shut when he realized how eager he sounded.

Paz squeezed his knee gently, laughing, Din found that captivating "How do I look, Din?"

Kriff! The boy saying his name for the first time made his head spin. His voice was as deep as his brown eyes, Din couldn't handle it.

"So bulky." He answered noticing his cheeks burning.

The boy, Paz, closed his eyes, fluttering his eyelashes "I hope you like that." He withdrew his hand from Din's knee and turned around. Din's eyes were fixed on his broad shoulders.

He stayed there until Jano called for him "Come on, Din, we're getting late."

Din rubbed his knees with his hands, still processing what had happened a minute ago. It was real, a boy touched him an he felt electricity between them. A magnetic pull that he couldn't avoid even if he wanted.

When they were walking down the corridor, Jano touched his shoulder "I can't believe big guy flirted with you, vod."

"What's flirt?" He asked sincerely.

The snort that escaped his friend's mouth made him frown. "You know that thing Svart does whenever Verdandi is around him?"

Verdandi was one of the most respected members of the tribe, she was known as The Armorer. Svart was the mandalorian that rescued Din when his home village on Aq Vetina fell under the separatists droid forces' attack.

Everybody knew that Verdandi and Svart had an on and off secret relationship, still they weren't clan, the reasons, unknown.

Din was still thinking about Jano's words in regard to Paz' acting when their instructor started talking "This is your first training class, you have already been trained in hand-to-hand combat."

The man was sporting a white and green armour. Din was dying to get his own beskar, even when he knew he couldn't remove his helmet in front of others ever again.

"Today you're gonna learn how to fight in groups, show me your strategies. No vibroknifes, no blasters, only you and your bodies."

Din looked around, the rest of the kids started making distressed noises, to be honest, Din was feeling uneasy already. Jano took his hand in his own, they were sitting on the floor, legs crossed "We can do this."

"I need four of you, come to the arena. Come on, quick!" The mandalorian in charge said.

Jano tilted his head towards the arena, smiling, his green eyes full of excitement "We should go first!"

Din frowned "Alright. Let's kill it!"

When they stood up, three other kids did the same, the instructor dismissed one of them.

"Very well, you are gonna show us how you work as a team." The instructor pointed at a training droid as the unit started approaching the group with heavy steps.

Din zoned out, flashes of a war zone, his village blowing up into pieces, his parents telling him to hide. "We love you, son." the last words he heard before a big droid stood in front of him, ready to kill him.

A droid. His nightmare standing in front of him in the flesh.

"No droids." He said slightly shaking, his breath coming uneven.

"What did you say, rookie?" The instructor leaned forward, his visor scrutinizing Din's face.

"I said no droids." Din retorted through gritted teeth.

"This droid is part of your training, you're going to face droids even more lethal that this one, this one is a close combat droid, it's almost harmless." The mandalorian shook his head in disapproval.

Din started to feel tears pricking his eyes, the instructor leaned back "Your blood pressure is getting high, rookie, are you blinking back tears?"

At that very moment Din heard chuckles and laughs coming from his comrades, his stomach clenched, his heart was pounding fast and his chest was tight "I can't breathe, sir." Din replied feeling dizzy.

The last thing he felt was his instructor holding him by his armpits, hauling him to his feet. "On your feet verd'ika!" Din grabbed his vambraces feebly. And then, everything went black.

Din blinked slowly adjusting his eyes, he moved his hand finding his friend's leg, he hummed trying to sit onto the mattress.

"Don't." Jano said pressing a hand on his chest. "How do you feel?"

He looked up at Jano's face, the boy was sitting next to him in his bunk "What happened?"

"You blacked out, Din. Are you alright?"

"Kriff." He closed his eyes moving his head to the other side, avoiding Jano "What a cream puff..."

"Hey! Don't you dare talking like that about yourself!" Jano scolded him.

Din groaned "The droid, the fucking droid, vod, he got inside my head."

"I know."

"How are you, rookie?" Din flinched when he realized his instructor was standing next to his bunk.

He cleared his throat "I'm okay, sir, I've never been better." Din chuckled trying to charm his way through the situation.

The man snorted out a laugh "Alright verd'ika, now move, the showers are closing in ten minutes, go, take a shower, you already missed the dinner. Don't miss shower time too."

The shower room was empty, Din sat down on the bench, he was taking his boots off when he heard steps approaching the entrance.

He lifted his head, hands still on the fasteners of his brown boots. Four older comrades came close to him, they stood in front of Din blocking his way.

"Look who's here guys, the no-droids' kid." A boy with dark hair and blue eyes said, resting his hands on his hips.

"Oh, sweet little boy, first training day and you're already shitting on your pants." Another said leaning forward, his dark eyes piercing.

Din's eyes shifted between them. He felt his blood boiling "Go away, I need to shower, go the kriff away!"

"Oh, he's bold, didn't know you had it in you, snowflake." The dark haired guy reached out to touch his head.

Din dodged his hand and grabbed his wrist, he stood up tightening his grip around it.

The guy frowned, almost showing confusion. "Hey, I thought you said he was a wimpy kid." Said a guy behind them.

"Get off me, asshole." The dark haired guy said pressing a hand around Din's throat as they started tussling.

Din felt a sharp pain in his stomach, he realized someone had kicked him while he was lying on the floor, still fistfighting with the dark haired guy.

A howl escaped his mouth, when suddenly the dark haired guy was yanked away. Din looked up only to find Paz grabbing the guy by the nape of his neck. His face close to his "I'm gonna pretend this didn't happen, our superiors won't know about this, but if you touch this rookie again, I will kriffing report you!"

The guy gasped grimacing. "Let me go, Paz."

"Not until you say you understood." He retorted, his jaw clenching.

The dark haired guy nodded closing his eyes. Paz let him go and the four of them were rushing to exit the showers.

Din was groaning on the floor, propping himself up on one elbow, Paz offered him his hand, Din stared at him for a while and then he shoved his hand, Paz chuckled when he saw Din standing up by himself.

"Stubborn." The big boy said with a pleasant expression.

Din rolled his shoulders, lifting his chin up "I didn't need your help, I can take care of myself." He said feeling his ego bruised.

"I know you can, but, Din, they had you four to one." Paz maintained the distance between them.

"I like those odds." He said and he sounded like a brat.

Paz chuckled again in that delicious deep voice and Din felt a little less ashamed "Promise me you would never come here alone. Ever again."

Din nodded, he noticed the dimples on Paz' face when he smiled and he was tempted to put a finger on every one of them.

"I'm serious, I don't know what are you doing here by yourself, but next time, just don't. Ask your boyfriend to stay with you, the first days here could be a bitch, you know." He said walking Din to the barracks rooms.

Boyfriend?

Din was trying to learn by heart every detail about the boy next to him, the colour of his skin, the way his chest moved when he talked, his mind was too busy to correct Paz, and if he wanted to believe Jano was his boyfriend, maybe he could take advantage of that.

"Good night, Din." Paz said resting his arm on the room's door frame.

Din was enamoured with the sight. He nodded, staring down, avoiding Paz' massive chest on display. "Night, Paz." He said entering the room.

Din climbed up to his bunk, Jano was already sleeping in the lower one. His body was sore, his ego bruised and his heart broken.

Din stared at the ceiling thinking about his parents, he prayed for strength, he really wanted this, he really wanted to be a mandalorian.

He felt the emptiness consuming him until he fell asleep.

#pazdin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #paz vizsla #pazdin fanfiction #first wound of pride fanfic

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