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this-acuteneurosis · 9 months

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I kind of want to get you started on mind tricks. cause like weak minded to strong minded dynamic and the blur away, but also the sith back in the day were for SURE a Caste system of force sensitive rulers and non force sensitives, and the jedi were their ENEMY off and on for thousands of years, cultural bleed through and dynamics of their own power systems but Ben we are not the droids you are looking for go away so I dont have to kill you, versus Qui hey I want this thing trade it for me.

Alright, Oct anon, it's been a while, but I have not forgotten you definitely forgot this ask in my drafts for who even knows how many months but it's found again, whoo!

It's taken me a while to get this together partly to try and arrange my thoughts in a logical order but also...

Guys, I really, really care about the use of agency in stories. Like, I've ranted about it in relation to droids, I've explained some of my problems with it in the context of the thematic changes between the OT and the PT, I stew over it constantly in my brain, it's a central theme of many of my own stories (including DLB).

I really don't like mind control, and not just in Star Wars.

Now, just because I don't like a thing doesn't mean it doesn't have a place in story telling. As a device, mind control/manipulation can be useful or important to a plot. To a theme. Overcoming it can be powerful or cool (Ella Enchanted-I prefer the novel personally, Tanjiro in Demon Slayer: Mugen Train), watching someone succumb to it can be agonizing (Frodo in Return of the King, anyone? Princess Euphemia in Code Geass?).

So, what is the point of Mind Tricks (and that naming choice, "trick," making it sound almost...harmless) in the Star Wars story, and maybe in the universe?

I feel like in its initial reveal, the mind trick was supposed to a) convey how "magical" Jedi were and b) get the plot from point A to B. Obi-Wan waves his hand, someone believes something hideously untrue, move along move along, don't think about it too hard.

Like, literally, audience, please. Don't.

Luke uses it in RotJ for pretty much the same reason. To convery a) Luke is well on his way to being a "magical" Jedi now (oh but wait, there's more character growth he needs!), and b) Luke needs to get into Jabba's palace and why would they let him in? Because he says so, so we will take him to Jabba now. Move along, move along.

I don't like the implications of this power existing, and as an adult who has been in situation where I have to report to higher powers, the disregard of the consequences of these things are a bit darker if I look too closely, but like...move along, I guess. It's fine as long as we're only using these powers on space nazis and slavers. Right?

Except then we get more movies. And cartoons. It's fine if Obi-Wan mind controls a person into not smoking, right? Smoking is Bad and Obi-Wan is Good.

Only.

Only...

Who taught Obi-Wan to use mind tricks?

Ah yes, my old nemesis.

To all you Qui-Gon fans out there, you may wanna leave. This analysis is probably not for you.

So like, Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon "I'm friends with the current Chancellor and thus an obvious, notable representative of the Jedi Order but I don't get along with my higher ups" Jinn. The thing you have to understand about my opinion of him is that, as a young, first time watcher of TPM, I liked him. He was funny, irreverent, direct. He was wise, or at least seemed to know things no one else did. He was a maverick, ready to go against all orders and advice for what he knew was right. And everyone around him was just stuffy and uninformed.

And to be fair, he wasn't wrong about everything. He's set up to be sympathetic. He's trying to treat with the gungans and they won't listen? Well he and Obi-Wan are right, the Trade Federation does go for the gungans. The Order says there are no Sith? Oops, wrong on that one. The Council makes the ambiguous assertion Anakin is "too old" to train. We've seen the OT. We know "too old" is nonsense.

But like, what does Qui-Gon do when he's thwarted?

He takes away people's agency.

Oh, you don't want to help us, Boss Nass, political leader? Cool, well I'm gonna undermine you in front of your entire court and you're gonna give us a whole ship (that we won't return) to help us defend a people you've been in an active war with for centuries. Oh, my currency doesn't work on this planet? I think it will mister small time junk dealer with a gambling problem (jokes on you for that one, sir).

This to me is a huge red flag in a story that is about literal slaves. I know people will defend the above examples. It was necessary. There were lives at stake.

You wanna know who would have suffered if Qui-Gon had been able to con Watto out of that part?

Anakin and Shmi.

Worthless (or event mostly worthless) currency on a planet where you have to buy water is literal death under the right circumstances. And who do you think Watto's going to reduce rations on. He's got cash flow problems? What's the quickest way for him to make back what he just lost? I'll give you a hint, he gambles on them later in the exact same movie.

So like, well before we get to "weak minded" or anything dubious like that, there's this awkward question of, "Why are the good guys always using powers to make people do things? And not worried about the consequences?"

And like, if we go back to simple story narratives, and trying to move things from point A to point B, that's fine I guess. I enjoy the OT. I'll move along.

But if you ask me to stop and think about it.

Well...

#my soapbox meta #agency #this is without even touching on things like #Anakin accidentally-on purpose?-mind tricking Padmé theories #or like #dubious racial/class implications #teaching this skill to ~~~children~~~#so many other things

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pumpkin-stars · 2 years

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Warmin’ Up

Joel Miller/AFAB!Reader. Smut.

Joel takes a bath in a stream while you watch, then he needs warming up.

This has been in my drafts for so long (mid-December whoops) and I finally looked it over again and managed to finish it! (thanks to @honestly-shite for making this post ages ago that I obviously saved in the doc at some point bc that prompted me to finish it mwah 💕💕) (and also more thanks to Maia for drawing joel in a stream way back when I first yelled about the idea)

I watched a walkthrough of TLOU1 last year (just before I wrote most of this) so anything that’s not quite in character is my bad oops, I tried.

Warnings/Content: Joel is naked from the get go, lack of shampoo, grey hair appreciation, swearing, teasing, fucking on the forest floor, praise, vaginal fingering, p-in-v, tiddy sucking, his hand over your mouth, temperature play (if you squint), reader is called darlin’ a lot

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The sun warms his skin as he steps into the stream, clothes folded neatly on the bank, still within reach - his gun on top for easy access just in case someone unexpected shows up and disturbs him. The water’s cold, biting, even with the warmth of midsummer in the air, his skin prickles with goosebumps as soon as his feet are submerged, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up the way they do when he senses nearby danger, hunter and prey - like all humans have been reduced to these days.

There’s no danger now, though. Unless the fish suddenly decide to nibble his skin.

His nose scrunches as he wades in, a quiet grunt escaping him as his fingertips graze the water, one hand out to keep his balance as he steps over slick rocks, the other cradling his cock and balls against a direct onslaught of chill. He goes up to his belly button, barely able to see his feet - the water’s mostly clear, the rocks beneath darkening the depths, the surface marred by rushing white ripples leftover from the waterfall a short swim upstream.

The trees surrounding this part of the river offer seclusion, the old bridge downstream is impassable, overgrown with moss and weighed down by a fallen tree that makes this the only viable place for a bath: no metal contaminants, a strong but not too powerful current, plenty of places to duck and hide if an animal (or a hunter) comes along.

Not you, though. He won’t hide from you.

“You forgot the soap.” You smirk at him from the bank, lobbing the bar at his head, testing his reflexes as he catches it one-handed with a smile.

“Y’ever stop and think it was on purpose?” He drawls, “Drawing you out for some time alone?”

You shrug and sit on the rock beside his clothes, legs dangling down over the side, feet just above the water. “And what if I’d sent Ellie?”

“She wouldn’t’ve come out here just for soap.” He grins, “Knew I could count on you, though.”

You laugh, leaning back, head tilted away from him, grass in the sky and clouds on the ground as you relax as much as is possible, keeping an eye out for movement through half-closed eyes, listening to Joel as he moves through the water for a minute or two, squeaking indignantly as he splashes you. You sit up to glare at him, the world righted as he smiles at you.

You make no attempt to hide the way your eyes rake over him, watching as he ducks beneath the surface to wet his hair, coming back up like some scarred and dangerous sea-god, the water running over his face, beading in his eyelashes and funnelling off his bearded chin, catching the light and making the greys in his hair stand out all the more against the dark brown tresses.

He reaches up, lathering the soap, chucking the bar back to you as he raises his arms to wash his hair, remiss to use it there, but your supplies of shampoo had run down, left you with bar-soap and nothing else. The nearest store (ten miles east) had run out of almost everything, just four bars left that hadn’t been raided by others… some people are still picky even twenty years after the start of the end. He hates the smell, and so do you - some synthetically sweet, supposedly-strawberry concoction. Throwing it back to you avoids it being washed away downstream, as much as he’d rather not have to use it again. Still, it’s better than blood and sweat.

Nothing beats feeling clean these days, and while you long for daily hot showers, a quick dip in a stream every few weeks is the best you can hope for when you’re on the road. In the woods.

He ducks below the surface again, taking a little time to rub at his scalp, removing all the soap and grime before he emerges, facing downstream. He cups the water, splashing it up to rinse anything he’d missed from his face, giving you the perfect view of water running down his back, over those broad shoulders, tracing patterns over the natural grooves of his form, and chasing each other down, back to their rapid-running home… over the divots at the small of his back, down over the cleft of his ass that just peeks out over the water.

He turns around, and a smile grows on your face as the water drips over his chest. The strength he has is obvious, even with the softness he carries. Greys litter his chest, a light dusting over his sternum, the curls plastered against his skin by the water, nipples pebbled from the temperature. You wet your lips as water travels over his tummy, snakes around and over the scar tissue - new and old, and continues into the depths, some drops getting caught in the hairs below his belly button, but what you want to see most stays hidden in the small waves and ripples caused by backsplash from his presence.

He laughs, hands on his hips, and your eyes snap up to his face.

“Gotcha,” he smirks.

“As if you wouldn’t look if we swapped places.” You scoff, brushing off the heat that curls up your neck and into your cheeks, throwing the soap back as he gestures for it.

“Course not,” he rubs the bar directly on his skin now, over his chest and under each arm, “But I wouldn’t be embarrassed about it.”

“No?” You smirk as he balances, washing his feet before straightening again, “Your cheeks are looking a little pink there, Miller.”

“It’s cold.” He excuses, and turns his attention from you, focusing on cleaning his dick properly as you examine the spreading silver on his scalp.

The soap flies through the air again, landing beside you with a well-aimed splat, and he walks slowly back to the bank, grinning at you all the while as your eyes are drawn to every inch of skin that gets exposed, watching the rivulets navigate his thick thighs and muscled calves.

He likes the air on his skin, takes a moment to feel the grass between his toes and stretch all the tense muscles, his back protesting from age and carrying several guns and half your supplies around all the time. The water keeps him cold, the slight breeze chilling him further as the sun tries its best to warm him up, its efforts paling in comparison to the heat in your gaze.

“Forgot a towel too.” He tells you as he walks to your side, “You didn’t-?”

“Fuck, no, sorry.” You frown, looking around you, even though you know there’s not one there.

“S’alright.” He smiles, “Have to get dry another way, hm?”

You nod, eagerly anticipating as he leans down towards you, tilting your head just-so as his face nears yours… pouting when he continues past you to grab his clothes.

His chest rumbles as he laughs, kissing your cheek before stepping back, stopping where the trees are a little thinner, where the ground is mostly flat enough for two. “You gonna help get me dry or what?”

“Sweetie you gotta get wetter first,” you grin, scrambling from your place on the rock, t-shirt halfway up your torso by the time you stop in front of him. He gives you enough time to peel it off the rest of the way before he kisses you, holding you with a cold hand, fingers starting to prune, against your bare waist.

You break from him first, “I’m not lying on the ground.”

His eyebrows quirk up.

“Not naked.” You amend, grabbing the shirt from his hands and kneeling to lay it out quickly on the grass, feeling for any rocks or roots beneath it.

No use ruining a good fuck with a damaged spine.

You look back at him over your shoulder, eyebrows raising when you catch him looking at your ass.

“Get naked, darlin’. I need warmin’ up.” He smiles, setting his clothes within reach, gun on top just in case.

You grin, throwing a little twig at him as you turn over, sitting on his shirt as you contort, pushing your jeans down your legs, cursing at your own enthusiasm when they get caught on the top of your boots.

He waits, teeth gnawing his lip, watching as the pile of clothes beside you gets bigger, your nipples turning to stiff peaks against the cool air.

“You’re somethin’ else.” He drawls, one hand on his hip as the other brushes his bottom lip, looking down at you hungrily as you pull your underwear off, flinging it at him with a smirk.

He catches it, his smirk only growing when he feels the little wet patch you’ve left on them, “Well, look at this. I’m not the only one who got wet today.”

“Can you blame me?” You shift, leaning back on your elbows and spreading your legs for him, “I had a wonderful view.”

“And now so do I.” He almost growls and kneels quickly between your legs, half-hard as he guides you to lie flat, a large hand skimming your side as droplets break free from his beard and sprinkle your skin.

The cold water doesn’t bother you for long, Joel’s body looms over yours, and while it’s meant to be your role to warm him up, he’s doing a damn good job of getting you all hot and bothered.

“You really gonna let me fuck you out here in the forest, huh?” He grins.

“You can fuck me wherever you want to.”

He likes that, ducking his head to kiss you as his fingers trail over your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, down and down, over that crop of curls, investigating your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me.” He breathes into your mouth, using your slick to coat his fingers before he presses one inside.

“Joel-“

“Shh, darlin’, can’t make too much noise in case o’hunters.” He smiles.

You know as well as he does that you’ve cleared the area, that the only people around are Ellie, safe and sound in a little cabin upriver, and a couple of disarmed corpses who’ll only disturb you if the infection suddenly helps them stand back up (in which case everyone still walking is well and truly fucked).

Still, you’re willing to try and stay quiet if he wants you to.

Your hands trail his torso and back, using the opportunity to feel as much as you can, checking for stiffness and hidden aches he won’t tell you about. You’ll need to work his shoulders once you get where you’re going, help him release all the tension he holds there, smooth out the knots as best you can.

He presses deeper, curling the finger up to brush your spot, and you abandon your exploration of him, eyes rolling back, sensitive from so many days untouched.

He grins as you gasp, tilts his head to kiss across your jaw and down your throat, sucking a mark into your neck as he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm, scissoring them to open you up for him.

“Joel…”

“I gotcha,” he smiles, “So wet already, darlin’… all because’a me?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, clenching around his fingers.

He adds a third, his thumb swiping over your clit, “gonna make you cum ‘fore I fuck you.”

“Get to it then,” you grin, gasping moments later as he withdraws, “Joel?”

“If you’re gonna be like that, I ain’t gonna do anythin’.”

“Please?” You wiggle your hips a little, enticing him back, “I’m sorry, I won’t talk back, you’re in control.”

“That’s right, darlin’.” He nods, “I am in control.”

Your eyes roll back as he slips two fingers in again, pumping them a few times before the third rejoins.

“Oh, Joel!”

“Shhh,” he whispers, “What’d I tell ya?”

“Sorry,” you match his volume, “So good…”

He grins, leaning down to kiss over your chest as his thumb rubs your clit once more, his teeth grazing lightly over your flesh before he sucks a nipple between his lips, eyes on yours.

He’s so good… it‘s so much… Those three fingers so thick inside you, meticulously providing pleasure with the same skill he handles a gun, trigger finger curling and applying just the right amount of pressure for the best results… The scratch of his beard on your skin, the drops of water that run from his body to yours, their temperature warmed between you as you fight off the cold together.

He swaps nipples, leaving a trail of kisses between, flicking over it with his tongue rather than sucking it into the heat of his mouth, his warm tongue contrasting with the cool air. Your cunt clenches hard, hips bucking up into his hand as he strokes over your spot, and laughs warmly around your nipple.

You cling to his shoulders, leaving little half-moon imprints in his skin as the pressure builds, his fingers working you up and up, higher and higher. Your lips part in a silent cry, breath stuck in your throat as you cum hard, Joel smiling against your chest as you lock up tight and turn to jelly moments later.

“So good,” He repeats your words, keeping his fingers inside you as you come down, catching your breath, “So tight when you clamp down.”

You smile at him, a little dazed from the pleasure, moaning quietly as he pulls out of you, resituates himself, hard cock warm, ruddy, and throbbing against your slit.

“Ready for it, darlin?”

“Always,” you breathe, pulling his lips to yours, coaxing him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him inside.

He goes easy, the familiar path, sliding home in one motion until his hips meet yours, grunting as you gasp, both grateful for this moment of relative calm - relative safety - and the privacy of your surroundings.

“So fuckin’ wet.”

“All for you, Joel,” you smile, “So hot.”

He smirks, “Yeah I am,” and ducks to kiss you again, starting a steady pace, too slow to make anything build except your impatience.

“Joel-!”

“I got you, pretty thing,” he grins, speeding up slowly, making sure to angle his hips just right.

His hands roam over you, rhythm never faltering, fingers drawing patterns in the water that clings to your skin, tracing JOEL through the droplets on your stomach. It tickles, and you squirm beneath him, until he thrusts harder, setting his forearms either side of your head, his face hovering above yours, broad shoulders blocking your view of the trees around you.

“You gonna let me have my way with your pretty pussy?” He wonders, “Let me fill y’up so ridin Callus makes ya squirm?”

“R-riding with you always makes me squirm.” You point out, breaking out into a loud moan moments later.

He grins, adjusting his weight again, moving to cover your mouth with his hand, “What’d I tell you about keepin hush?”

“Mmmf!” You whimper beneath his palm, clenching hard around his cock.

He laughs, speeding up yet again, knocking your breath from you, “Touch your clit, darlin… Wanna feel you cum around me.”

Your hand moves down, doing as he asks, more noises muffled as his own grunts and gasps are free to permeate around you. You can’t help glaring when he kisses the back of his hand, teasing you yet again as he denies you kisses just because you moaned. His smirk is insufferable, and you know, next time, you’ll get your own back somehow… whenever and however that may be.

“Fuck, darlin…” Joel grunts, “Takin me so well…”

He’s been riling you up for days, even when you haven’t been pressed close on the horse he’s found every excuse to touch you. A hand on your back as he moves past you, his thigh brushing your leg as you eat in whatever shelter you’ve been able to find, his touches lingering as you switch over night watch duty, waking you with a breath in your ear and a hand on your hip.

The only solace you’ve had from it is knowing he’s just as desperate for a fuck as you are. Proven by the way he pounds into you now, both of you desperate to claim a release, a moment of relief from everything in the world.

Your thighs shake, and Joel’s hand over your mouth tightens a little, knowing your close, that you’ll need his grip to hide your cries of pleasure from the birds twittering overhead.

“Mm-!” you whine, “Mmm-!”

“Come on, darlin, that’s it, cum for me, go on, yes… yes, that’s it, that’s it-!” His words are cut off as you orgasm, choking his cock as you clench hard, pussy pulsing around him desperately.

It’s only a few thrusts before he follows you, teeth bared, turning his cry into a strangled groan.

The two of you stay in position as you get your breath back, though your legs slip from around his waist and to the floor. He releases your mouth once his jellified body will cooperate, smiling as his forehead meets yours.

“Think I need another bath.”

#stuffiwrote #joel miller/reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller/you #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fic #pedro pascal character fic

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imaginethezeldaverse · 11 months

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BOTW!Yunobo x Reader (NSFW)

I wrote this a few years ago, but I wanted to revamp it because I fully have the intention to write for his TOTK characterization as well (it’s already in the drafts in fact!). It’s truly disheartening to see how little content there is of Yunobo. I’m dying for scraps here! So I decided that this needed to be rewritten and reposted because my big strong rock bae deserves some love. And also I so desperately want him oops. I cannot be normal about him, I can’t even begin to explain. Reader is female, just an FYI. ---

You giggled at the tickle of grass beneath your feet, your boyfriend only slightly behind - a soft smile on his face. Your sundress flowed gracefully behind you as you walked the trail together. It wasn’t long before you carefully picked your spot and settled the soft blue blanket beneath you both, your basket placed neatly in the center. The plan for your afternoon was already in tow: lunch in Akkala with your Goron beau, Yunobo. For yourself, you’d made your favorite dish: mushroom risotto and freshly made lemonade. Your significant other however required a bit of a different diet. You neatly unpacked your meal, followed by using a steady amount of effort to take out his: a rock roast sirloin. It was carefully wrapped in thickened steel to keep it warm (and to keep you from burning yourself), but that made it extremely heavy. You struggled at first to remove the “meat” from your basket, but strong hands curled around yours and lifted the thing with ease onto the blanket.

A grateful smile was sent his way, “Thank you, Yuno.”

Yunobo’s finger scratched shyly at his brow, “Oh, s-sure! No problem! I know rock roasts can be heavy sometimes...”

You undid the latch of the steel that held his food, “Well aren’t I lucky to have someone as big and strong as you then?” He blushed at that, a reaction that made your heart flutter. You gestured for him to eat, taking into your own hands a fork for your meal. Yunobo wasted no time snatching the rock roast from its carrier and cracking right through the crunchy exterior of it. It took time to get used to that sound - no human could ever dream of biting into the culinary slab, but you came to find Gorons had teeth stronger than diamonds.

“Mmm-MM!” hummed Yunobo, pleased by the taste, “Nothing beats a good sirloin!”

As the two of you ate, you took in the vibrant colors that Akkala had to offer. Normally it was always quite colorful with its warm tinted leaves, but this time of the season added even more hue to its palette: soft greens, blues, and shades of red and orange not typical for the region. The warmth of the scenery complimented that of your food, which surprisingly you both consumed in a short time. Cleaning up was thankfully a shorter task however, and in no time you were both lying back, watching the clouds drift by.

“That one looks like an Octorok, doesn’t it?” Yunobo said, pointing straight forward. You had to agree, from the curved head to the pointed tip of its tentacle. Another giggle escaped you when he celebrated your agreement - he was so cute. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he started on a story about a horde of Octoroks he’d fought near his home. For the rigidity that Gorons usually held, Yunobo was quite soft in his features. His cheeks held a roundness that you felt matched his personality - optimistic, shy, but good in nature. However…he was still a Goron, and though his face looked gentle enough to squish, the rest of his body was quite the opposite. Large hands calloused by years of working in the mines, accompanied by the strong musculature of his arms and torso. His belly may look round much like his ancestors’, but even you weren’t fooled, that was solid, hardened muscle. You felt it as he easily picked you up when he hugged you. Things like lifting trees, crushing metals, and powering through magma were mindlessly simple tasks for him...a detail you almost forgot. Your eyes sauntered over the rippling muscle of his arms and shoulders, and soon you became very hyper aware of how they moved and flexed when the waves of his hands accompanied his story. You wondered how they’d move when you touched him, or how easy it would be for him to hold you up, pinned against the wall -

Suddenly you felt your face burn. You couldn’t think of Yunobo in that sort of way! He was too...innocent. You valued your time with him, and he was always the perfect gentleman. There were plenty of times you’d kissed, sure, even made out a little - but it never evolved past that. He always stopped short, showering you in words of affection or cuddling you closely. Sometimes it was almost too much to bear having to hold yourself back. Yet when Yunobo held you the way he did, you understood that his feelings were genuine...and it kept you from pushing the envelope.

...Until today.

“You know...” began the Goron, “I love spending time with you.” He sat up now, taking your hands in his as you straightened up with him. Dark blue eyes peered deeply into your own, “Everyday I feel like a champion when we’re together...you make me feel strong...brave.” You were pulled in close, your foreheads touching now. Yunobo whispered out, “I...I-I love you.” The deep pang of adoration drove you to initiate your next move. With a hurried ‘Come with me’, you swiftly pulled your boyfriend to a nearby alcove (one you’d silently, but conveniently spotted as you arrived). Noises of confusion bumbled from Yunobo, his concern more with your picnic setup being left behind. When you ducked into the covering, he was ready to protest - until your lips captured his. At first shock riddled his body, and his hands stood outstretched where he held them, keeping his distance as he was unsure what to do next. Yet you persisted, your arms coming around his broad shoulders and your lips parting slowly. That managed to melt the Goron into a response and before you knew it his hands had come around your waist. This was a dance you two have done often - melding tongues and pressing close. However, this time you had a different agenda. Gently coercing Yunobo backwards, you aimed to press him up against the wall of the area, but a small stalagmite caught the heel of his foot and sent him slipping backwards. Unfortunately, in an attempt to keep you from harm - Yunobo instead took you down with him. You yelped as you released his lips, finding yourself in a now very compromising position. Sitting in his lap, your hands naturally found their way to his chest so that you could steel yourself from the fall. He gazed up at you briefly before realizing how you both were seated.

“I-I’M SORRY!” he shouted, panicking as he tried to figure out a way to get up with you situated like this. You made no effort to move. Instead, your hands slid up his shoulders and finally to cup what of his face you could. His stammering died down a little, though he watched you with anticipation. “Wh…Wh-What’s going on?”

He had to know. You were always so affectionate...but this boldness in you was so different. So when you moved to place your arms around his shoulders he found himself feeling something he couldn’t place.

You bent forward now, noses touching, your lashes sitting low over your eyes. Leaning in close, you pressed your chest into his,

“Kiss me, Yunobo...”

The sultry need in your tone swept over him, moving him on instinct. His lips found yours with haste. The kiss this time was a little less innocent than usual, with your hands either sifting through his hair or holding onto him tightly. His arms encased your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. With some pluck,Yunobo slipped his tongue past your lips - a move that earned him a moan. This was a sound he hadn’t heard from you before like this and it caused him to grip you tighter in response. Your kissing stirred a beginning heat within you and it made you want more of something. Suddenly, an idea struck within you. As your tongues danced, your hands slowly removed themselves from the Goron’s shoulders, slipping behind you and grasping his wrists. You uncurled his long arms from your torso, taking his hands and sliding them under your dress just far enough to place them on your ass. The jolt that ran through him was so strong it shook you both, and suddenly your lips were parted. His face flushed the reddest you’d ever seen it, and he stared up at you like a deer in headlights. You bit your bottom lip, hoping you hadn’t gone too far.

“Is this...okay?” you asked, a blush starting to form on your cheeks. You were met with no answer, but instead the feeling of fingers caressing the curve of your ass. A small pinch of electricity ran up your spine at the action, but slowly melted into a sigh when you heard Yunobo whisper, “So soft...”. His curiosity oddly put you at ease.

“Are all Hylians this soft?...” he murmured to himself, his hands squeezing your bottom in a gentle caress. You had to giggle at that, “Some of us are, I’m sure.” You had to imagine that having a body that could withstand the heat of lava or effortlessly break diamonds, feeling something soft would come as alien to him. Curiosity, however, took over the Goron’s thoughts. His hands scaled down your backside and swooped over thighs, appreciating the malleable skin. He lifted your dress up experimentally and squeezed your waist, wondering how he had never managed to truly notice how different your body was compared to his after all this time. Fascination took over his sense of touch, your behind and hips supple in his grip, your waist curvaceous but much slimmer juxtaposed with his own. His thumbs slid up the middle of your stomach until he came to the underside of your most delicate flesh. Your shiver didn’t go unnoticed, “Am I hurting you?” Yunobo gulped as he started to withdraw his hands. Shaking your head, you protested, “No! It...it actually feels g-good.” The Goron hummed in thought at this, and slowly slid his hands over your breasts now, the rounded globes sitting perfectly in his palms.

“You’re really soft here...” he stated, gently massaging your chest. You tried your best to bite back the moan that threatened to leave you, but to no avail once his fingers grazed over your nipples. Instinctively, your back arched at the stimulation, your hands gripping his shoulders to steel yourself once more. With the noises you were making, Yunobo figured it must’ve really felt good - you did say so after all. He looked you over once more, your lips parted, cheeks flushed reddish hues, eyes closed in some sort of spellbound bliss. He wasn’t sure why this was all happening just through simple touch, but then he remembered the stories Hyrulian soldiers used to tell around the campfires back when he’d traveled with Link and the other champions. Tales of women and what ‘got them wet’ as he recalled. So with your neck right in front of him, he leaned in with a mix of interest and trepidation. If the feeling of his hands caressing your tits wasn’t enough to light you aflame, the lips at your neck would serve to be the end of you. Yunobo placed timid kisses above your collarbone, angling his head a little higher after each chaste kiss. Your fingers laced into his hair, and your palm instinctively gave him a soft push of coercion - hopefully to signal that you needed a little more pressure than what he was supplying. It pleased you that he immediately understood what you sought as he kissed your neck with a little more fervor now. His hands stayed busy with your breasts whilst his mouth worked to tend to your sensitive areas. You mewled here and there, but it wasn’t until he reached a spot just under your jaw that you gasped in pleasure. That, he couldn’t help but be taken by. Seems like those soldiers were right. He licked a small stripe in that exact spot and did the next best thing that came to mind - he bit down. It wasn’t nearly hard enough to break skin or even truly hurt you, but the pinch of pain mixed with all the kisses and caresses on your body had you whine out, “Unghh, Yuno~”

You flushed wildly at your cry, embarrassed that you would be so forthcoming so soon. But that didn’t seem to bother the Goron one bit. Your normally shy significant other now pulled back from your dampened skin, rounded cheeks still red with nerves - but the stirring of something wild showing in his eyes. It was now or never, you thought. You slid further down onto his lap, and as you expected, your moaning and kissing had brought Yunobo to a new level of excitement. Feeling bold, you moved off of him carefully and leaned forward, inspecting what you would soon find yourself thrilled over. Yet there was an understandable feeling of intimidation when you saw the hardness of your boyfriend’s cock threatening to tear through his garments. You pressed your palm to it while asking, “Yuno...could I...try something? It will feel good, I promise.” He lent you a simple nod, having somewhat of an idea of what you were getting at. You moved forward, coaxing him into helping you remove his undergarments.

Oh my...

You were right to feel intimidated. Dark brown and solid, he was larger than anyone you’ve ever seen. Granted he was a Goron, but still...the sheer size astounded you; you were already trying to calculate how it would...

“Ahh!” he hissed in pleasure. Mindlessly your hand had begun stroking his hardened length in the midst of your thought process. So much so, that Yunobo was outstretched in bliss, grasping a nearby stalagmite for purchase. You smirked, taking your ministrations one step further and placing your lips at the tip of his dick. The crunch of rock could be heard from behind him, and in Yunobo’s grasp was a cracked stalagmite. Kitten licks and slow strokes were what you awarded your lover, along with a few soft moans to let him know you were enjoying this as much as he was. He peered down at you with one half-lidded eye, “O-Oh god...that’s amazing, I...” he groaned as you licked up the entirety of his length. In one fell swoop, you took as much of him as you could into your mouth. The sound he let out in response was beyond heavenly.

You sought out to really test your limits with how far you could take him - but much to your surprise, he stopped you. Mouth leaving his dick with a soft pop, there were questions forming in your mind. His hand lifted under your chin, and he leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips. Before you knew it, he’d lifted you back into his lap again with ease. Your eyes locked, both of you now seeming to have questions. Yunobo was the first to break the short silence,

“When I traveled with Link and the champions...these soldiers used to tell me stories about Hylian women, some of them being…very detailed. I...didn’t exactly understand then. I still sort of don’t now...but they did tell me about something interesting. A special event that apparently feels really good...but that was meant for the person that you l-loved...” his hand came behind his head and shyly scratched as he continued, “Can we...do that...together?”

You felt your breath leave you entirely. One of his hands found your cheek, “I...don’t know what I’m doing. All of this i-is new to me…so I might need your help,” with that he looked down, trying to hide his disappointment, “And...and I’m sorry if I’m not very good at it...”

Your breath in a shudder, it was your turn to lift his face up and kiss him. Voice strained, you quickly huffed, “Never worry about that Yuno...I’m happy I get to do this with you at all.”

He smiled once more, arms seating around your waist. You shifted your position, fully aware now how wet you were when you felt the heat of him between your legs. Your eyes met his one last time, “You’re sure...?” He nodded with a hint of confidence, “I want this. I want...I w-want you.” Your heart fluttered at the confession and without another word, you slid your hands between your legs. A gentle grasp on his member allowed you to guide him to your awaiting heat. When you felt him right there, in a slow and deliberate pace, you lowered yourself down. There was a slight sting in your hips as he stretched you, but that was superseded by the way he filled you. It was a delicious feeling, one that had you parting your lips and focusing on how well you fit together. Yunobo, on the other hand, was trying to will himself still. You were so hot and slick on him, it was nothing he’d ever felt before…and it was starting to drive him crazy when he realized he needed more of it. The way you clenched around him was mind-numbing, and it led him to another question of how he never knew about this or felt this part of you before.

When you were satisfied with how far down you could take him, you used your knees to slide back up. Slow movements, calculated and experimental was the game here, and you watched under hooded eyes to gauge your boyfriend’s reaction. His teeth grit in pleasure; he tried his best to find your ass and smooth over the curve of your cheeks once more. You mewled at this as he unknowingly angled himself to hit you a little deeper than you had him before. Nevertheless, you continued bouncing on his cock, the slick noises reminding you that you were truly one with your love. Heat was creeping up your thighs and deep into your loins the more you came down on him. Your hands found his broad shoulders and you worked your hips to take him a little more as you sped up the pace. He groaned at this, not expecting your pace to change already. What you didn’t expect however, was Yunobo’s hands gripping under your thighs, and flipping you over. In an instant, your back was on the cave floor, your legs as spread as far as they could possibly be with one champion Goron between them. He curled a fist next to your head to hold himself up, while the other hand wrapped around your thigh. With a quick drawback, he slid nearly entirely out of you - and then as far inside of you as he could fit. You arched wildly, a loud wail of pleasure reverberating off the walls. His lips held next to your ear, “Ngghh...I-I’m sorry if I h-hurt you...I don’t know what’s come over me, I...!” Yunobo apologized as he lent you another deep thrust. Your nails desperately tried to scratch down the hardened spikes of his back as he drove you into the ground. Mind in a haze of lust, the only thought you could cling to was that you couldn’t believe your soft, sweet Yunobo was capable of taking charge like this! The mere idea that he was actually fucking you only served to make you wetter than you thought possible. He pressed rough kisses into whatever flesh he could reach, hips slamming into you now. Your body was hyper aware of everything you were feeling: your breasts bouncing against the solid wall of his chest, your cries of pleasure mixing with his guttural groans that filled the cave air, and the rising pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in your abdomen. You weren’t long now and you knew it. Yunobo quickly moved from your thigh to support under your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer to him - only for the rougher edges of his stomach to nudge your clit as he spread you open further.

“Oh Yuno, goddd, this feels so good, I can’t!” you babbled, feeling short waves of ecstasy creep up your hips. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, “Please, I’m...!”

Yunobo, so wrapped in his own lust it rendered him incapable of answering you, opted to touch his forehead with yours in response to your pleasured pleas. You leaned in at the last second to kiss him, and it was that deep groan into your mouth that set you off. You held onto as much of his as you could, the striking of white hot heat flashing through the entirety of your body like lightning. You whined against his lips, the strokes of his cock pushing wave after wave of your orgasm to the surface. It wasn’t long before the pulsing of you on him had squeezed him enough to bring him to his own finish. A lengthy guttural roar left him as he pulled from your lips (and just as quickly from your body) to spill onto the ground beneath him.

It would take a few long winded moments before you even had the thought process to move from your positions. When you both finally felt the fog of sex lift from your minds, your thoughts had settled what just transpired.

“That was...” you began, still trying to catch your breath.

“...Amazing,” he finished. He took your hand in his, pulling you up in a sitting position. Careful to move around the mess, you took your place in his lap once more, this time just to simply be close. His giant arms encased you, the warmth emanating from both of you bringing you comfort and making your heart swell. You nuzzled into his neck, still trying to find the courage to look at him after what just happened.

“I love you, Yuno...” you muffled into his neck, unable to shake your sudden timidity. He chuckled lightly at your shyness. Your opposite demeanors proved interesting to the Goron. His hand came to the back of your head and he held you a little closer this time, “...I love you too.”

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

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Chapter 7: Part 2: The Call

Raining Hellfire: Season One | Season Two

Raining Hellfire: Season Two

Word Count: 1628 words

Warnings: swearing, illusions to ptsd, mentions of wounds, reader literally just suffering oops

[A/N: Me? Ignoring that the rest of these chapters are just drafts at the moment? Could never be me. I also reached 100 followers oh my lord.]

Part 2: The Call

You froze.

You watched as the creature in front of you uncurled its mouth, rows of teeth threatening your life.

With one swift motion, its claws wrapped around your neck and threw you to the ground. The bat tumbled out of your hand as your head hit the hard floorboards. Its grip on you was tight, restricting your screams to mere whimpers. In the background, you could hear Nancy’s cries.

You struggled beneath the weight, trying anything to escape. It brought its head closer to you and slowly opened its giant mouth, rancid breath blowing onto your face. Each row of teeth brought terror to your mind.

You couldn’t breathe. Rows of teeth. You couldn’t breathe. Its face opened. You couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N!!”

Max’s screams were the only thing that broke through your state.

One of the creatures pounce and you grip your bat, aiming and swinging. The nails tore into flesh, sending it flying into another. Two monsters with one bat. Another tries to knock you to the ground. You return the favour.

Breathing through the fight, you risk a glance to the bus, Steve’s wide eyes staring back at you. He looked conflicted. You knew he couldn’t help you.

With one more blow to a dog-like creature, you see your opportunity to run and you take it.

Steve reaches out, his hand desperate to find yours and pull you to safety. Everyone was screaming now and you ran as fast as your legs could take you, jumping over stranded pieces of metal scattered across the junkyard. You were almost there.

You felt your fingers brush against Steve’s before a sharp pain sears into your shoulder.

A creature had pounced once your back was turned, claws cutting through material and meeting flesh.

Steve manages to twist around you as you scream, kicking the thing off of you and pulling you in before any more could attack.

Once the door was shut, you had no time to cry over your wounded shoulder. You and Steve had to use your bodies to keep the entrance closed and you struggled against the weight of the six creatures wanting in. The whole bus was shaking from the impact.

Another tried to break in further into the bus and you ran over to the kids, swinging the bat at it and blocking the wall with whatever you could find.

It was complete chaos.

A scream left Max’s lips and you instinctively push her out of the way, staring out of the make-shift skylight as the monster opens it’s mouth with a roar.

“Come on asshole!” You cry, keeping the kids behind you as you laid your life on the line. If you missed the swing… you didn’t want to know what would happen.

One claw forward, ready to pounce. And then… nothing.

Before it even attacked, something else caught its attention. A chorus of shrieks surrounded the bus before they all pushed off and the footsteps became quieter and quieter.

With heavy breaths, you all cautiously make your way outside.

If someone was talking, you didn’t hear it. There was a strange pull, a beacon in the back of your mind that was summoning you forward into the forest; to follow the creatures. It wasn’t a strong feeling, but it was still lingering there nonetheless.

“No, they’re going somewhere.” Steve turned back to everyone and you quickly nodded in agreement despite missing the conversation.

Everyone still stood there for a moment, recollecting themselves. You see Max’s hand shake slightly as she stares out into the junkyard, afraid. You try to raise your arm to comfort her until a sharp pain shot through your arm.

“Uh, guys. I don’t wanna worry anyone or anything but my shoulder really stings.” Your voice breaks into the silence and the gang turn to you with wide eyes; you had all forgotten about that wound.

“Shit!” Dustin gasps from behind you. He was the only one with a view of what the creature did to you.

“Is it bad?” You wince.

“Uhh…” He was at a loss for words and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Fuck. I’ll take that as a yes.”

You break away from the group, making your way back onto the bus in search for your backpack. When you had seen Dart for the first time, you had made sure to pack anything you could find in terms of first aid, especially considering your track record with demogorgons. It turned out that you had every right to be prepared.

“Need some help?” Max’s voice rang out while you gently peeled off the jacket from your wound.

“Please.” You agree, handing her the bandages while you pull the lid off the bottle of alcohol. If anyone was going to help you, you’d rather it be Max. You trusted her.

Taking a deep breath, you shove a rag into your mouth to bite down on. Shoving away any nerves, you pour the alcohol directly onto your wound and wince hard, a small noise leaving your lips despite your efforts to control it. The pain makes you feel faint all of a sudden and you shakily sit, moving your body so Max could take care of the rest.

At the sight of you struggling, Steve pushes the audience of Lucas and Dustin out of the way and crouches in front of you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I should have checked before I-”

You shake your head, resting your hand on his leg for support once Max applies pressure to the wound and begins to dress it. He shouldn’t feel guilty for anything that happened.

“No,” You finally say quietly after taking the rag out of your mouth. “It’s my fault. I froze.”

“Y/n...” He gently takes your hand in his as you sigh. Max takes the final bandage and wraps your shoulder neatly; years of experience thanks to your father.

“We should get the kids out of here.” You bring your eyes to his, noting the sorrow that lay behind them.

There was a familiarity in each step you took as you walked across the train tracks once again. The only differences being that it was now pitch black and you were in charge of getting three kids safely back home.

Steve walked the closest to you, giving you some distance. He could tell you were distracted by some force unknown to him. He knew you were keeping secrets yet you refused to admit it to them. Last year, you almost died and now, it was all crashing down on you. You lost the only normality in your life; Eddie. He was your anchor, the one keeping you sane.

You didn’t know why you were shutting everyone out. You were aware that they were just trying to help, to show their support but it was getting harder and harder for you to open up.

“Dart ate a cat?!”

The walk came to a halt when Lucas pulled Dustin to a stop. You had been zoned out, not paying attention to the conversation, but you didn’t have to be a genius to catch on to the discussion.

“No, what? No.” Dustin lied, shaking his head vigorously.

“What are you talking about?” Steve chimed in, looking oblivious as ever, “He ate Mews.”

“Mews? Who’s Mews?” Max looked between the members of the group, knowing she was clearly missing something.

“It’s Dustin’s cat.” Steve continued and you smirked slightly.

“Steve!” Dustin protested and a laugh escaped your mouth. Steve glanced to you, a smile tugging at his own lips.

“I knew it!” Lucas shoved Dustin, “You kept him!”

“No!” Dustin tried, Lucas just staring at the boy. “No. No, I… I… He missed me. He wanted to come home.”

“Bullshit!”

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon!”

“Oh, so now you admit it?”

“Yeah, well…” Dustin tried again, looking around until his eyes landed on you. “Last year, Y/n was attacked by a Demogorgon!”

“What?!” Lucas and Max exclaim simultaneously. All eyes were on you.

“Wow.” You say, moving away from the group. Dustin reaches to you but you just hold your hands up, walking past him.

“Really, dude?” You hear Steve say as you take a breath.

You were too tired for arguments. Usually, you’d have some sort of snarky remark to defend yourself but right now… you just didn’t feel anything.

It was as if you finally accepted your fate; destined for pain.

All of a sudden, the loud words of the fight behind you drowned out. Your mind felt clear, a small tug at your brain insisting you walk toward the tree line.

Without hesitation, you let the impulse pull you like a magnet.

A screech echoed in the distance. Your mind warbled it into a cry. A cry for help.

The argument officially stopped, the screeching continued and yet, you noticed none of it.

A t t a c k

It was a beacon, calling you forward as a recruitment. Your legs moved without decision, the Party distracted.

Another screech and you heard footsteps behind you, the mention of your name. It snapped you back into focus and you took in the scene ahead of you. You were stood at the edge of the hill, the view of the forest with an out-of-place building dropped into the middle of it.

You felt Steve walk up next to you, the kids close behind.

“It’s the lab.” Lucas shares, lowering the binoculars pressed against his face. “They were going back home.”

Another call for help sparks in the back of your mind. You wanted answers more than ever.

Your feet started walking before you could comprehend, quickly guiding you down the hill.

“Shit.” Steve breathes as you break away from the group, “Come on.”

This monster-hunting party was about to pay a visit to Hawkins Lab.

Chapter 8: Strong Connections ->

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marshmellowtea · 8 months

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um. so. y'all are not going to believe this but i've had this goddamn fic finished for MONTHS but i fucking FORGOT??? IT WAS HERE??? IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS BECAUSE I FORGOR I HAD THIS BASICALLY FINISHED FIC JUST WAITING TO BE EDITED AND PUBLISHED HGKLDSJFLKSD 😭

ahem. anyway. sorry for yelling lmao. onto the actual fic summary—basically, i decided to write this silly little thing about human, arospec lila trying to talk about a newly formed crush with an aroacespec will. it's very silly and fluffy and writing it made me giggle a lot, don't expect much angst here, aside from like a sprinkling of it for flavor lmao. that being said, small warning for some toxic queerplatonic partner vibes between will and lila, but the vibe is still mostly lighthearted, it's not too heavy or extreme. also, they're working on it, okay :') they're teenagers who grew up in abusive/traumatizing environments (which isn't referenced in the fic but it definitely shapes the way i characterize them), they don't exactly know how to navigate a healthy relationship yet but they're trying goddammit dskjfkdsafj

.....uh, if it's not obvious, i don't remember how i do summaries on tumblr fics ngl. there'll probably be a cleaner one when this gets posted onto ao3 in a day or two, so watch out for that if you'd prefer to read this on there :P tbh depending on how tired i am when i get home from work i might just go ahead and post it on there later today anyway oops

anyway, onto the fic now, hope y'all enjoy! :)

William's curled up on his side, his upper body in Lila's lap and her hands kneading though his hair in a way that mostly feels good, when she suddenly asks the question.

"Is it called a crush because you want to crush them?"

If this were closer to the beginning of their friendship, when he wasn't already used to weird comments like these from her, William might've sat up in shock, giving her a wide eyed expression of surprise she loves to make fun of him for. This is far from the most outrageous thing she's ever said to him at this point, however, so instead, he just furrows his brow and shifts in her lap a little, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Lila, what on earth are you talking about...?"

She's quiet for a moment, her hands pausing in his hair. He lets out a little whine at the loss of feeling, and she huffs softly before continuing, using a little bit more of her nails than she was before.

"Let's say...like...maybe there's this person someone thinks is...pretty," she says, the words awkward and stilted in a way he's never heard from her before. "And because they're so pretty, that person keeps...fantasizing about...squeezing them. In their arms. Or under them."

"Ew," he says on instinct, his fingers moving to fiddle with the black ring around the middle finger of his left hand. "Is this hypothetical person you, Lila?"

"No, dumbass!" she says, and, well, that almost sounds convincing. "I'm just...asking. For a friend."

"But I'm your only friend?" he asks, genuinely confused. His confusion then turns to pain, however, as she pulls on his hair—apparently she found that insulting. "Ow! Lila!"

"I have friends. Mainly friends you picked out for us—" and here, she huffs, sounding put upon about his choice in companionship, as though she has no choice in whether she hangs out with them too, "—but friends nonetheless."

...okay, admittedly, he understands where the offense came from now. But still, she claims that he's her only friend enough that of course he would make that assumption, and it's kind of not fair for her to punish him for words he's repeating from her. And also, he must reiterate, ow.

"Anyway, it's for a friend," she insists, sounding a bit wounded. "God. Don't be a smartass, Will, it's not flattering on you."

"I'm not trying to be a smartass, you're just—ugh, nevermind," he grumbles, letting his eyes flutter open and sulking at a vague point in the distance. His hand drifts toward the hem of her skirt, and he plays with it absently, rubbing his fingers over the soft fabric. "Putting all that aside, well...um, sorry to your friend, but I don't think I'm the right person to ask about that. I still don't really...understand all that stuff."

"Ugh, right, I forgot you were a fucking loser."

"I'm not a loser!" he protests, but he immediately feels childish for it. He flips onto his stomach to hide his face in her lap, and is instantly rewarded with one of her hands on the nape of his neck, a warm, comforting weight. "That stuff is just...really complicated..."

"Yeah, well, that's cuz you're a loser who's bad with people, it's okay to admit it."

There's a twinge of fondness to the insult, and despite himself, he finds himself smiling a little at her tone. Still, he decides to retaliate by lightly pinching her on the calf, just under the crook of her knee.

"Ow! Will!"

She then retaliates to him by pulling on his hair again, harder this time despite only using one hand this time. He lets out a sharp cry of pain and smacks her on the knee, pulling out of her lap briefly to escape her wrath. She drops her hands once he's fully off of her and sitting up on his knees, and he scowls at her unamusedly. She scowls back at him, the two of them staring at each other for a moment with equal mild annoyance.

Then, face unchanging, Lila pats her thigh, looking even more annoyed when he doesn't immediately lay back down. "Well?"

He huffs, but obliges, flopping back in her lap, this time on his back so he can continue to scowl at her. One of her hands returns to his hair, and the other one grabs one of his hands, though it feels less like she's just trying to hold his hand and more like she's trying to restrain him from pinching her again. Which, really, is super unfair, given that he only pinched her because she was being mean to him. And she pulled his hair first. And because she always does shit like that to him, and he deserves a chance to defend himself...

...but she is petting his hair in a way he likes again, and her face has softened a little, her lips now in that tiny but genuine sort of half smile he's only seen her use on him. He smiles back at her, wobbly and crooked but just as genuine, letting out a little laugh despite how genuinely annoyed he was moments prior.

"You're the worst," he says, and though he kind of means it he also says it with all the affection in the world. "I am sorry I can't answer your question, though."

"Hey, you also suck," Lila says back, but she coos it in the same tone you'd use on a mischievous kitten. "And it's fine, honestly. It wasn't a serious question, anyway. I was just wondering."

They fall quiet for a moment, and William's eyes fall to their enjoined hands, watching as Lila idly traces his fingers with her thumb. He's struck, then, with the oddest thought—that being, the thought that he does love her, in some weird way, despite the constant bickering and occasional minor physical attacks. That no matter how hard she makes it for him, he cares about her, and he wishes she would let him do that without constantly trying to fight on him on it. That he's glad she loves him too, in her own weird way, because he knows she does but he rarely gets to hear her say it out loud.

Not that he could ever say all that to her, of course. She'd probably just make fun of him.

Instead, he says, "If it is you with the crush...you know I'd be here to listen if you wanted to talk about it, right?"

He's fully prepared to let the conversation end there, but she surprises him by letting out a sigh and saying, "I don't even know if it is a crush."

He raises his eyebrows at that, trying not to get too excited at the information he was just given. She'd hate it if he said it out loud, but she's really easy to scare away on these rare moments where she's being open or vulnerable. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying not to let his voice soften too much.

She groans loudly at that, but she hasn't stopped talking, which, score. "I dunno, William, like...the crush question was kind of a joke? But it also kind of wasn't?"

"...elaborate?"

She groans louder, loud enough to startle him a little. She must feel him jump, because she gives his forehead a light pat before entangling her fingers back in his curls, the hair petting having mostly stopped now. "When I think about this person...I want to hold them as tight as possible and not let go. And squeeze their hand and just...hold it. And..." She grimaces, like it pains her to admit it. "And kiss them, maybe. On their stupid fucking face. Among...other things that I suppose I will graciously spare you."

She taps his ring as she says that, making him giggle. "Thank you. I appreciate that," he says, smiling broadly up at her for a moment, before his face falls back into an inquisitive frown. "Uh, but, Lila? I'm no expert, but that...kind of sounds like a crush? I think?"

Lila chews on her lip for a moment, as if considering what she's going to say next. When she finally speaks, William feels his heart cease to beat in his chest.

"I know, but like...a lot of that is stuff I want to do with you."

William feels his face grow hot, and he stammers, ice cold panic rushing through his veins. Yeah, he loves Lila, but it's not—it's not like that, he's not comfortable with—she knows he's not—

"Not the—not the sex stuff!" Lila says suddenly, giving him a harsh shake. "I didn't say I wanted to do all of that with you, take a fucking breath, Will!"

Oh, he did stop breathing for a second there, didn't he? He inhales deeply as she told him to, letting her lightly push him upright into a sitting position on the bed. He twists around a bit so the two of them are side by side, and she immediately tugs him closer until his head is on her shoulder, awkwardly patting his back in a way he thinks she thinks is comforting. It's a little much, honestly, given that his moment of panic really was just a moment—it was instant relief hearing that she wasn't into him in that way, and it was kind of silly for his brain to jump to that conclusion in the first place anyway since he mostly knows where they'd drawn the lines in their relationship, even if they've never properly talked about it—but he likes these rare occasions where she attempts to fuss over him, so he's not going to protest it. It's kind of sweet, really, even if it's obvious that she has no idea how to comfort another human being.

"Ugh," she says, sounding more embarrassed than exasperated. "Ugh, I said that in the stupidest way, sorry." Then, after a pause, she adds, "I mean...it's all just stupid, anyway."

"Aww, no it's not," William says gently, very comfortable in his place nestled against her side. "I guess I get what you mean though. I know I don't have a crush on you, but I like cuddling you and stuff. I'd also feel weird if I suddenly felt the same thing toward someone else but with...other stuff too."

"Yeah," Lila says, sounding mopey. Probably because she's moping, if he had to guess. "It's not just that, either, wanting to touch this person the way I touch you also feels...different. Different in a way that's hard to pin down." She grabs his hand, having lost it in the shuffle of him sitting up, and once again starts tracing his fingers, running her thumb from the back of his hand, over his knuckles, down to his fingernails. "Like when I do this, it's nice, but I don't do it and think about you as my boyfriend. That'd be disgusting."

William barks out a laugh at that. Technically, it could be an insult toward him, but... "I understand what you're getting at, yeah. I want to be close to you, but you're not, like, my girlfriend or anything, and I wouldn't really want you to be. You're just my friend, but, like...a friend I want to cuddle sometimes."

"Stop saying that we cuddle," Lila scoffs, but the usual harshness of her tone is still rather muted. "But...yeah. Exactly. It's different, and it's weird."

William hums sympathetically, giving her arm a light pat. "Yeah," he says quietly. "That does sound weird." Then, after a pause, "I'm sorry. I wish I could help you more."

Lila huffs, letting her cheek rest against his head. "I wish you could help me more too," she bemoans, interlocking their fingers and giving his hand a light squeeze. "But, whatever. Just talking about it was nice, so you're not completely useless..."

Once again, William just chuckles at that. He can hear the unsaid Thank you in her voice, and he appreciates it, even if he does wish she would just be straightforwardly nice to him sometimes. Hell, not even just to him, oftentimes he wishes she would be nice in general.

But...she's working on it. He thinks. There's been a notable difference in the way she speaks to Martha, Ellie, and Regina, anyway. She's still on guard around Jim and Mike, and god, he doesn't really know what her deal with Tanya is, but she's friendlier with those three, at least. And...she's been more gentle with him, too. At the very least there's been less pinching.

He's proud of her. Which is another thing he can't tell her if he doesn't want her to laugh in his face, but, hey. Maybe one of these days.

"...you wanna lay down now?"

Her question pulls him out of his introspection, and William hums in assent, finally pulling his head off of her shoulder. "Are we gonna take a nap now?" he asks, rubbing at his face absently. "I got pretty close to falling asleep before, well, you know."

She sniffs, pulling her legs up on the bed and stretching out behind him, her arms and legs reaching each end of the mattress before she rolls back onto her side and brings them back in again. "I mean, you can sleep if you want. I don't know if I will."

"You're not at all tired?" he asks, curling up on his side next to her. They're face to face, now, and he can see the exhaustion in her face, as well as the slight flush left over from their conversation.

"Not really," she sniffs. "I mean, I don't think I am enough to fall asleep. I just want to rest my eyes a little."

"Oh, okay," he says, scooting a little closer to her. "I might fall asleep. You didn't want to talk more, did you?"

Lila shakes her head rather than verbally answer, and William smiles to himself. She's probably going to fall asleep too, judging by the way she's gotten quieter, but even if she doesn't, he knows she'll let him sleep if he needs to. Unless something important happens. Or if she gets too bored, which is something important in Lila's eyes.

She kind of is the worst, but luckily for her, he kind of does love her.

He lets his eyes fall closed then, pressing further into her warmth until he's tucked up under her chin. She doesn't fight him on it, instead wrapping a loose arm over him, and he knows he's very close to drifting off when he hears her ask one last thing.

"You're really not going to ask who my hypothetical crush is on, are you?"

It's an interesting remark—it almost sounds like she's disappointed. Still, it's not interesting enough for him to open his eyes. "I kinda figured I wouldn't be able to get it out of you," he mumbles, his voice muffled by her collarbone. "Why?"

"...I dunno. I just thought you would ask," she says, starting to sound close to sleep herself.

"Did you want me too?"

"No." She says it too quickly. And then amends, "Maybe..."

He laughs sleepily, resting one curled up hand on the small of her waist, wanting to be closer, trying to absorb the warmth she's emanating—she's always run weirdly warm, while he runs weirdly cold. He tries not too think too hard about the way that makes them fit so well together. "Tell you what. When I wake up, I'll pester you about it as much as you want me to. Is that okay?"

"I didn't want you to pester me," she protests, scowl audible in her voice. "Just ask."

He laughs again, suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of contentment. "'m gonna pester you so hard," he mumbles, picturing the dirty look he knows she's giving him despite his still closed eyes. "'m not gonna leave you alone until you give me answers. S'only fair."

"How's that fair?"

"I mean...you pester me when I try to keep secrets from you."

"I don't..." Lila protests, but she sounds amusingly unsure. "Besides, since when did you try to keep secrets from me anyway...?"

"Mm. I stopped tryin' cuz you'd always get them outta me."

"Well, that just sounds like your fault."

"...maybe you've got me there," he mumbles, chuckling softly. "I jus' think it's my turn to needle somethin' out of you this time, mmkay?"

"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Lila grumbles, making him giggle more.

The two of them then lapse into a comfortable silence, aside from their quiet breathing. William is just about asleep when he feels more than hears Lila murmur something against his hair.

"Love you, Will. No matter what happens."

He smiles widely at that. She must think he's asleep—rarely does she say that she loves him without him saying it first. Even then, he usually receives it with a (nonetheless fond) eye roll, so hearing it now sounding so genuine is a nice treat.

"Love you too, Lila," he mumbles back, his voice slurred from exhaustion. "Love you so so much."

Given the way she tenses, he was probably right in thinking that she thought he was asleep. Still, she doesn't respond with a protest or a quip like she normally does, whether because of her tiredness, or maybe she just wanted to let a nice moment linger for once. Either way, he'll count that as a win.

It doesn't take him long to drift off after that, the smile not leaving his face even as he sleeps.

#who's lila #who's lila?#william clarke #lila #will/lila #queerplatonically but still. them :) <3 #also #implied lila/tanya #it's vague about who's she's crushing on tbh but that's the authorial intent lmao #if you wanna read it as another ship i don't really mind tbh but if i theoretically add another installment to this au just know #that that's where this is heading lol #marshy writes #this'll end up on the main account and not the side account cuz there's no agere and/or whump here #i mean some whump fics end up on main. it's about the vibes #but this doesn't have whump so that automatically puts this on main #and frankly i rarely post to my main ao3 account anyway so it needs some love okay #i know none of y'all asked but ahglkasdjfklds #on the off chance someone was curious? maybe?#yeah idk lmao anyway. expect this on ao3 soon 👍

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two fights for freedom ~ chapter three: hope remains

It was hard to miss him. Near impossible. The guy was a giant compared to the citizens flocking him, barking about their perks and their discounts. He had his arms full with a huge basket of goods, and some kid beside him was holding onto a growing armful.

“Who is that guy, Genzo?” Nami questioned sweetly, “I don’t recognize him.”

Neither did he. “Stay here, alright? I’m going to go interrogate him.”

“Stay here? In the middle of town?”

Her eyes batted innocently when he looked her way. Maybe that wasn’t the best advice in hindsight.

“Go back to the orchard, then. Help your sister.”

“Yay!” Nami threw her arms in the air exuberantly, bustling off towards her home. Bell-mère could chew him out for this later. There were more pressing concerns.

Nearby vendors hardly looked his way when he approached. Not with the berri signs glimmering in their eyes. “Hey, hey, enough.” Genzo called out, which finally warranted some attention. “Everyone get back to your booths.” He ordered with a strong extension of his arm. The stranger and his kid shifted their focus towards the authority figure. “You two. I don’t recognize you. Who are you, where are you from?”

“We’re travelers.” The blond spoke in a friendly baritone. His hair was a bit unkempt, all waves and curls from the humidity. Jeans, boots, a crisp, clean button-down. He wasn’t from the East Blue. “Call me Dante. And this, this is my kid, Paul.” He plopped a hand over the teen’s spotted hat. Hard to believe they were related in any way. Dark hair, darker, splotchy skin. At least he was wearing shorts. He offered nothing but a silent wave, while the other arm awkwardly managed the bulk of his basket.

“Travelers.” Genzo repeated, as the townspeople listened on in silent awe. “Why have you come here, of all places?” He eyed between them fiercely, “And how?”

“By…boat?” Dante’s reddish eyes darted about as he chuckled nervously. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how did you get past the Arlong Pirates?” Genzo bit out, tired of this blissful oversight.

“The…Arlong Pirates…?” That dopey grin started to melt.

oops i forgot to post this snippet on tumblr. here it is!! i just finished a draft of chapter 11 tonight and we're about 1/3 of the way done with my outline so she's lookin like she might be about 30 chapters. i think i should be able to keep up with the weekly posting for now.

title: two fights for freedom rating: M category: F/M, gen content warnings: graphic depictions of violence status: incomplete, three chapters, 9,637 words relationship: rosinante/bell-mere, cora & law, rosinante & hatchan, bell-mere & rosinante & law & nami & nojiko, rosinante & genzo, bell-mere & genzo characters: rosinante, bell-mere, law, nami, nojiko, genzo, nako, hatchan, arlong, arlong pirates additional tags: canon divergent, fix-it, everybody lives, pre-arlong park, angst with a happy ending, angst and feels, fluff and humor, hurt/comfort, scheming, suggestive themes, sexual tension, limes (yes i'm bringing limes back), eventual smut, romance, slow burn, arguing, financial issues, broken bones, references to depression, referenced alcoholism, mental health issues, canon backstory, mentioned doflamingo, non-canon backstory (giving bell-mere a backstory), found family, medical inaccuracies, blood and injury, trafalgar d. water law is a little shit, developing friendships, more tags to be added later (?) summary: freedom for one means adventure. exploring all the world has to offer, while avoiding the occasional haunting. freedom for another almost costs an arm and two daughters. a home, a village. perhaps freedom is best sought back-to-back. {a cora and bell-mère lives au}

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#genwrites #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #arlong park #bellemere #bell mere #bell mère #genzo #nami #nojiko #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #hatchan #corabelle #corabell #two fights for freedom

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arsonist-chicken · 7 months

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For not from the US ask: 2, 5, 6, 15 and 26 please! 💜

Kiki the Snake! Hi! Fair warning ahead because you probably don't know that yet, I always think hehe easy question, short and sweet answer, and then I ramble on forever in the answers and/or the tags because in writing, I'm incapable of shutting the fuck up.

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?

I'd love to travel abroad more to go visit friends and acquaintances and have them just show me their towns and countries and point at stuff at every corner and go "and this is where we hid after pre-school when we didn't want to go home, and this house has five cats, and here used to be grass only but now they've built houses there, and this is where I thought trying [x stupid thing] would be a good idea". Austria definitely also has it's nice sides and spots; two summers ago, I joined my sister and her friend for a few days when they travelled around Austria and that was really nice, and visiting friends who moved to Vienna is great too 🥰 but otherwise, I'm going to try to find a job and save up money to use to travel around a bit next summer, visit friends across Europe and whatnot, get out of my eventually-it-gets-boring area and the rather small town I study in. If you want to look at castles and go hiking though, by all means, come to Austria, you'll love it here.

5. favourite song in your native language?

well another fair warning, I'm an indecisive bitch tm so.

Currently I love Kommst du mit? ("Are you coming along?") by Liedfett a lot, especially the line "Hauptsache du hast Spaß und schenkst anderen Menschen Licht" ("what's most important is that you're having fun and making other people's lives brighter"). I saw them live recently and knew that song and one other one, and it was still really fun, they're very entertaining, they talk a lot of weird stuff and just go with it, and they're very explicitly anti-right-wing parties and people and bands and routinely make fun of such bands and their fans and make it clear that they're not welcome at their concerts.

And as I said, indecisive, so Anständige Frau ("Proper Woman/Lady") by Mandelkokainschnaps also has to go here. It's basically them quoting shitty stuff people and especially men say about how women should dress and behave and make fun of it and tell them to fuck off. It also features a rapper with whom the singer (amazing voice btw, I'm love) has a duett in which he first sings "your body, my rules" at her and then it morphes into her singing "my body, my rules" and I was absolutely in love with how they did that from the first time I heard that. Other songs by MKS that I love: almost all of them, they don't have many yet. Bunt ("colourful", a Pride song); Janüscht (uuh.. basically the only thing you have to do in life is live your life the way you want to); Taub ("Deaf", telling right-wingers and racists to fuck off).

Honorable mentions: Deutsche Bahn ("German Railway company") by Wise Guys just because it's so fucking funny to see them make fun of everything that's wrong with the DB while knowing at least one person for each of the things (cow on tracks, heating broken, many many hours late etc pp and so on and so forth).

6. most hated song in your native language?

It's almost 3a.m. and I have to travel tomorrow, let me save this as a draft and come back tomorrow, aka after I've heard the radio in my parents' kitchen and will have many many suggestions for this one.

Oh I forgot this was in my drafts, oops. I'm back now.

Anyway. There's probably lots of songs I can't stand, especially if the moderators of every radio station ever think ohohooooo time to play the same boring songs with questionable or don't-say-anything lyrics five hundred thousand times an hour!! So, one of them has to be Atemlos by Helene Fischer. Really fucking annoying and for a while, every dj at any kind of event ever thought it'd be fun to play. Also, not on the radio I think but a friend showed it to me some time ago (to complain) - Liebe Leben by Andreas Gabalier. That guy is generally questionable at best and this song is so fucking stupid because suddenly he's pretending to care about queer people which He Does Not and then says "whether it is a man and a woman, or a man and a man, or two girls" like ?????? Call adult women women or call adult men boys, too, take your pick.

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

Uuuh I thought about this for a bit but I can't really come up with anything, sorry.

There are two words that are pretty unique to the area I'm from - "gsi" ("was" like "I was outside"; Gsiberger = people that live in my area) and "ghörig" (I.... it's like. A ghörige Portion is a large serving of food, an ghöriga Funka is a good, nice bonfire-to-kick-out-winter that was well built and burnt down well, "wenn scho, denn ghörig" = if you bother to do something, you have to do it well/properly.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Uuh.. I'm not really sure. I mean there's Sound of Silence but I've never seen that, and otherwise I guess we're not really portrayed that much? I think usually they just use Germany and make them villains.

#aja laura said it Die Ärzte are also a good german band #also russkaja if you want russian-austrian-spanish #christina stürmer and eav too. haven't listened to silbermond in ages but i loved them as a young teenager #asks #goth-automaton #there's definitely a german song i hate more than atemlos but I don't remember any of them right now luckily #there's a song called ghörig actually that's pretty good #there's also a greeting from my area but i won't put it here because it sounds too close to something else and especially people from #vienna look at you like you threatened to stab their child when you say it #anyway thanks for asking! maybe someone else knows more than me about austria portrayed in hollywood oops

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Saw someone else do it and I think I've done this before too, but the list has grown since then a bit so here's my current lineup of read dead wips that I'm working on!! :D Minus the stuff that's already posted on AO3 cuz I see no point in doing a synopsis for things that have left my google drive and you can go and read ahah.

Turned out loooooong so lookie under the cut if you're interested in knowing what I'm up to.

Morston Soulmate AU (title tba, multichapter, around 20-30k when finished) - An AU where you can feel all the injuries your soulmate gets, both minor and major ones. There's no soul marks, seeing your soulmate get hurt and connecting the dots is the only way to find out. Has a lot of time skips and focuses more on feelings than events, but starts out pre-canon when John almost gets lynched and works its way towards the end of the canon story. Chapters alternate between Arthur's and John's POV. Canon compliant :)

RDR2 "Modern AU" (title tba, multichapter, long as shit) - I only call it a modern AU for the sake of simplicity... I'm not sure if it counts as one. Set in 1999 and focuses on the case of Arthur Matthews -- a 36 year old adoptive son of the infamous criminal defence lawyer Hosea Matthews, who went missing without a trace for six months and then reappeared miles from his hometown, seemingly unharmed, but also... not quite right. Delusional, confused, suffering from some sort of memory impairment. The story is about Arthur struggling to adapt to being back home in a reality that is apparently foreign to him. Outsider's/John's POV, but not really shippy. It can be read as pre-slash, though.

My Self-Indulgent Jesse/Arthur fic (another title tba lol, it's too early to tell but I'm thinking multichapter? A collection of scenes from 1878 to 1899) - This one is for me and me only, though I will eventually post it 😂 Written in second person, like a reader-insert and can be read as one if someone wants to, but I am including Jesse's backstory and feelings that are way too specific to be immersive for anyone but myself... I'm working real hard to write it in a way that portrays growing up queer in that time somewhat realistically, so it's not always pretty, but I do try to keep it not that depressing. Features: Jesse's early-life backstory, the story of the scar, his first Gay Experience, how his brothers died, the ups and downs of his relationship with Arthur, why they eventually broke up for what felt like last time, how he got arrested (altered RDO storyline bit) and how he got back up with the gang. I'm planning to do a rough rewrite/fix-it of the canon story with him in it too, but that's... an "one day" thing ajsddjfk

Morston Omegaverse (title tba, one shot, around 10-15k probably? I can't keep things short, sorry) - Young-ish and freshly presented Alpha John, "Closeted" Omega Arthur. Ngl this one is smutty as hell... but! I think my take on omegaverse is rather fun (very transgendered) and it's porn WITH not without plot so something for everyone there lol. John's POV again + lotsa feelings, misunderstandings and some angst :) Just the way I like it.

Vandermatthews Daemon AU (had a title but ao3 yeeted my draft and I forgot what it was, oops)- I say Vandermatthews, but it's more of a "curious couple, unruly son" genfic than real slashfic 😅 This is supposed to be the beginning a series of oneshots from different characters' POV. This one is maybe a 1/3 done (needs a serious rewrite tho) and written from Hosea's POV. It's about him and Dutch finding and taking in young Arthur -- a very traumatised child who has undergone intercision and therefore lost his daemon. More of a collection of vignettes from that moment to when they take in John than a real coherent fic tho. The next one is going to be John's POV coming of age thing and we'll see where my brain will go from there. I want to do a separate big ass post about this one later because I have Opinions on the gang members' daemons that I need either challenged or validated...

1907!John/Isaac fic (title tba... a two parter, one set in the epilogue and the second is a RDR1 fix-it) - NOW HEAR ME OUT!!!!!! PUT DOWN THE GODDAMN PITCHFORKS FOR A SECOND PLS This is a plot bunny that Refused To Fucking Die. Isaac is obviously an adult in this (22), they have never met before, and the story begins in the months where Abigail and Jack were gone and John worked alone on Pronghorn ranch. It's not so much a romance (despite the slash) but more two people dealing with different types of grief in Very Unhealthy ways, okay. It's supposed to be a bit iffy because of that and the... 12 years of difference between them in this universe. I'm not trying to make this shit uwu or anything. It's also a bit of a daddy issues vent piece for me and I've been working it for MONTHS because I want to write this one right. This is the the fic I redacted in my last WIP showcase, but now decided that... fuck it. Here you go.

(Doubt anyone has made it this far, but if you did ily.. please lemme know what you think? My ask box is open for questions too... I love talking about the stuff I'm working on even if it's not posted yet ❤)

#wrote this instead of working on any of these like i promised myself i'll do today..#master of procrastination #(well i wrote like 500 words of and i'll die if that counts.. but i've been at my puter the whole day so that's like nothing rip)#rdr2 #oh the joys of fic writing

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