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[bouncybongfairy]

Could you do a live action Zuko x reader, they were betrothed to eachother before his banishment. They frequently had visits and got along really well. First time they met he saw her creating a blue butterfly from her fire bending. The reader can produce blue flames but is a gentle, kind person. Zuko is reading the latest letter she has sent him, praying for his safety and health. How does he feel about them after all this time? Maybe this fuel his fire to complete his quest and get home.

See You Soon

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader

Summary: Both Zuko and can't stop thinking about each other, after reading the most recent letters you sent to each other.

Word Count: 2.0k

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It’s been some time since the last time you’d seen Zuko face to face. Ever since his banishment, so about three years. You’d think those wounds would have healed, a betrothal that was nothing more than a concept faded in time. Anyone who’d know you would say you were well past it, those people obviously weren’t paying close enough attention. Sending each other letters, drawings and pressed flowers. Detailing everything unfolding in his quest to find the Avatar. Her day to day life with school and helping your mom with all the tailoring for the Fire Lord’s family. A very important part in your life considering your family had been tailoring in the palace for generations. Every once in a while you’d send him an embroidered Lion to represent power and leadership, hiding his name tiny within the mane. Although you found comfort in the words of reassurance he gave through ink and paper, it only made you long for something more. Reminiscing on all the precious memories that now feel like they were taken for granted.  

The two of you met by chance, your mother worked in the palace. She made all the clothes for the royal family. Often having you assist, holding her pin cushion or any other request she may have. At first not paying each other much attention, one day Azula came in, berating both your mother and self like she did to all other staff. Hearing horror stories from others in the palace made you terrified of her. The last thing you wanted was to get your family banished for looking at her wrong. Zuko noticed this, and nudged your arm; looking over at her and then rolling his eyes. Giving you a reassuring smile, Azula then nudged your shoulder with hers as she walked out. 

“That girl may be a princess by blood line but not respect from her people. She rules with fear when it should be grace,” you mother grumbled as you walked into the house. 

“That may be true but it must be hard, growing up competing for the throne. Having your entire life mapped out for you even before you’re born. That must be so hard on someone so young, I think I'd break,” pulling your hair out of the tight bun. Your mother smiled, setting the bags on the table. Cupping your face in her hands,

“I love that in a nation so pitiless and jaded that you have kept your soft spirit. You know that, but that girl spoiled down to the soul,” your mother laughs before turning back to her bags.

You laugh and walk into your bedroom to change before heading back outside. The weather was perfect to practice your fire bending. One of the perks of having a mother who worked in the palace was better education for you. Now that you had been learning to bend from a master, you were able to do more than you could ever imagine. At school all you learned was combat or defensive bending. At home, you liked practicing making different shapes. At the beginning it was simple stuff like circles or hearts, with time they were getting more intricate. Being able to make things like flowers, birds and even butterflies. You were in the empty field behind your family's home, working on your bending. You’d finally learned to make the butterfly flap its wings and fly around for a couple moments at a time before dissipating. Taking a deep breath and creating the flames, putting all your focus into manipulating its form. Holding your breath nervously as you watch it fly around you. The blue light glowing off the flame lit Zuko's face up, where he was watching from a couple feet away. You gasped out of surprise and backed away. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to- when Azula nudged you, this fell off your top. I just wanted to return it,” he said, holding out the embroidered patch of a crabapple tree that was pinned to your top. 

“Oh, thank you. Wow I'm really surprised you took the time to return it, as someone with so much responsibility; it’s an honor,” you say, giving him a quick bow out of respect. 

“I’ve only seen masters create such detailed shapes with blue flame, can I help?” he asks, you nod in agreement as he comes closer. He stands behind you, pressing his chest against your back. Nudging your arms up with his hands telling you to create the flame before continuing, 

“Holding your breath limits the amount of time your fire can stay in the air. Like suffocating a candle with its lid. Fire can’t be without oxygen, can you feel my breathing against your back? Match it to yours then try to make the butterfly,” he said. 

You were so nervous but took a deep breath in before matching the rise and fall of his chest. Immediately you could feel the difference, like you had more control over the flames. Being able to make the wing movements sharp and clean. Making the flame circle around the two of you, forcing your bodies closer together. 

“See, isn't that so much better?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I never thought I could have so much control over my bending,” you said, moving to face him. 

“I have to get back but i’ll see you around?” he asked, as he took off in a rush which made you chuckle. 

After that night, it was like fate just couldn’t keep the two of you apart. He was getting fitted more often for leather armor and things like that. Noticing each other in lessons and sneaking glances. This progressed until eventually Zuko became unbothered with who saw the two of you interacting. One day he slipped a note into your bag, wanting to meet later that night. Your heart skipped a beat of course, and for the rest of the day it was all you could think about. The day seemed so much longer now that you had something to look forward to. Practically skipping home from lessons, even though you still had a couple hours before dark. You were happy to be home daydreaming. Your mom was home, cooking komodo chicken. Giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading off to your bedroom. Originally you were going to wear what you always did but part of you felt like the night was too special for your everyday attire. Normally keeping your hair up in a tight bun, you decide to let it down. It took you a while to convince yourself to leave it down but eventually you did.

Everyone was finally asleep, the house dark and quiet. You sneak out the window of your bedroom. Zuko was waiting for you right outside which made you gasp, not seeing it was him at first. He had a big smile on his face, which was refreshing considering he’s been going through alot lately. On a night with such amazing weather, the main city and markets were busy with life. Zuko and you however prefer the peacefulness of looking over the city from the peak of a hill not too far. Zuko was pointing out different constellations in the sky to you. Or showing him new little tricks you were learning with your bending. He always acted really impressed but you knew he was doing it for your benefit. You loved that about him, that he cared so much about your confidence. 

“You know, my father says it’s time to start looking for a girl to betroth,” he says. 

“Oh? Any girls you had in mind?” you ask playfully. 

“No,” he says back in the same playful tone, which makes you elbow him in his ribs. 

“In all seriousness though, how do you feel about that?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“I think I'm waiting for you to ask me properly,” you said chuckling. 

Zuko also felt like he took all these moments for granted. He was currently in his room on the ship. Looking around at all the notes and drawings he’d pinned to the walls. They’d just left where he and his crew were docked, following a lead on the Avatar. Reading the most recent letter you’d sent him, it pained him to know you were feeling the same grief he was about feeling apart. He never really talked about it to his uncle or anyone but it was one of the main reasons he was so motivated to complete his quest. He felt like he was missing out on the most important years of his life. Uncle Iroh always talks about how memorable his late youth was, before he had real responsibilities as general. He missed everything about you. Especially how sweet you were, always finding the good in people. Even finding beauty and grace in Azula; his own mother couldn’t find that in her. 

Often when Zuko was anxious he would think about you comforting him. He knew he could be hot headed both emotionally and physically. This never phased you, even when he was in full blown flames. Always finding a way to calm you down. Somehow reassuring him without making him feel small or stupid. You always used to tell him that anger is a form of passion. That you loved the passion and resilience he had, and that one day he’d be able to channel it without anger. He found so much comfort in you so being ripped away was hard but reading your letters helped. Made him feel like everything wasn’t as impossible as it may seem. Like once he returns home he’ll know you’ll be there to support him. 

He laid back on his bed, your letter on his chest. Worried that you’d grow tired feeling his love through paper and ink. That you’d yearn for love that’s more present in your everyday life. This fear was doubled by the fact that he assumed telling you about this fear would make him come across as insecure. Maybe he was but he didn’t want you to know that. He hated being seen as weak, you were too kind to admit but he knows that exactly what you’d think. Currently thinking about one of the last nights you had together. In Zuko’s old room, laying on the bed together. You were playing with his hair and he had his arms wrapped around your waist. Both of you were pretty tired from training and school. Just melting into each other, enjoying the comfort you gave him. There wasn’t any talking but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. You’d kiss him on his forehead every once in a while, finger combing his hair. Taking in your smell and leaning into your touch. He never felt so vulnerable in a comforting way with someone. 

Iroh came into the room, making Zuko jump up. Clutching onto his letter, immediately his uncle sensed something was off. His eyes were dark and puffy, not to mention quite red. The bruise on his face appeared to be swelling and it was obvious that he was beyond his limit. Iroh set down the wooden tray he carried in, handing him a cup. 

“I know you don’t want to hear this but mentally you are being strained. Bending and combat is easy for you because you’ve done it your whole life. Emotionally, some of your muscles are weak but I can see your slowly strengthening them. It’s important that you get lots of rest while you-” he went to look over at Zuko and stopped talking once he realized the boy was asleep. Iroh held back a laugh before taking the cup and letter out of his hands. Zuko gripped the paper and woke up but settled down once he realized it was him. 

“Rest now, and please truly let yourself rest,” he said, pulling the blanket over him and he laid down. Folding the letter gently and leaving it on the nightstand.

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[angelltheninth]

How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?

Sure thing Anon!

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference

A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.

Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.

He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.

"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."

Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.

"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."

Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.

There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.

"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."

Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.

He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.

"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."

Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.

He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.

"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."

Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.

When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.

"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."

Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.

He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.

"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."

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[cherubfae]

Alastor's Lament || Jack Skellington!Alastor x Sally!AFAB!Reader

What if all this power as an Overlord has grown tiring for Alastor? Sure, he likes it. But can he even hope to yearn for something different? Could helping the hotel be his missing piece? Could you?

tags: gn!afab!reader, half-ragdoll!sinner!reader, Jack Skellington!Alastor, hurt/comfort, loneliness, implied abuse, blood/gore, protective!Alastor, friends to lovers

a/n: Tim Burton still has some of my favorite films and I'm also going to be working on a Victoria/Victor Al x afab!reader, so please look forward to that! ^~^ Sally's Song belongs to Disney!

From his little corner of Hell, Alastor could see the pale white moon embedded in the red sea sky from his radio tower. On a rare night where the moon could be seen so clearly, it left a deep sense of melancholy within his chest; even his dead heart ached.

All of his years as an Overlord seemed to drain him. Bartering souls had been his greatest pleasure, and sure, he was rather powerful but now that he had all this power; what was it worth to keep gaining? He was already one of the most feared. He sought out a new career path, to become Hazbin's hotelier to rehabilitate demons! It gave him a spark of interest that had been lost in him for centuries. Everything came easy to Alastor. Everything except you.

What a simply fascinating creature you were! Able to unstitch your limbs and sew them back together good as new! He considered you one of his dearest friends, a lovely thought always lingering in the back of his mind. Yet time and time again you seemed to slip away into the night before he could say anything, or even thank you for the lovely vintage wine you'd gifted him. Like a whisper in the dark, you had disappeared.

Not even Rosie had seen you. Which was growing more and more worrisome with the more the hours ticked on by. Where could you have gone? Were you alright? It was an uncommonly chilly night in Hell, thanks to an ice demon casting a spell over the lands as of recent. It was certainly no weather to be out and about in if one could help it.

The Radio Demon was aware of the unsavory living conditions you kept living with your adopted father and self-appointed 'creator' (which was wholly untrue), Dr. Twisttike, having invited you to live at the Hazbin Hotel. Even Charlie, Princess of Hell, had cordially invited you but the two were unaware of just how tightly you were bound to an over- controlling demon. One who claimed that he made you, therefore you were his.

Shaking his head, Alastor fretted over his blueprints for a new radio tower design, yet that inescapable feeling of dread continued to gnaw at his bones like a starved dog. He runs his hand over his face, down the red pinstriped suit, stopping to adjust his black buck shaped bowtie. Its glimmering red eyes blinked. This will simply not do. He needed to find you.

Hidden away, locked inside of your 'room' once more by the demon who held your chain so tightly, you weep silently to yourself. "And will he see how much he means to me?"

"Will you stop that dreadful singing?" Dr. Twisttike hissed, grasping your glowing pale blue chain and yanking you harshly. You fall to your knees, scraping your hands against the dirty concrete. Red abrasions collected on your palms, threatening to break the surface of your skin. "Your lover boy, Alastor, won't be coming for you, dear. You think you can keep up with a demon such as him? Look at yourself. You can't even keep your stitches together. Next time I make a ragdoll, I'll make one out of proper cloth and not flesh like you. All you do is cry and bleed." Clicking his tongue, he leaves you crying on the cold ground.

With your knees tucked to your chest, you sigh. That brute of a man--demon, oftentimes left you more undone than anything else did. Constantly pulling apart your stitches and not letting you put yourself back together. He almost let you catch fire a few weeks ago. Sure, none of this could kill you. But that didn't mean that it doesn't hurt when it happens.

Standing to look out your window, you hum to yourself. You could see the peak of Alastor's radio tower from here, the full moon rising behind like a great beacon. An immense sense of longing filled your body, you hoped he was looking at the same moon and feeling the same way as you. With a gasp, you slip through the partially opened gap and allow yourself to fall to the cobblestone. More abrasions and bruises from, your blood coagulating from your missing limbs.

Plucking out a needle from behind your ear, you begin to sew yourself back together, hissing softly around a particular tender area. Standing on rather wobbly feet at first until you break out into a sprint before your Overlord can know you've left. Your other arm was left behind, but you couldn't be bothered with that now. You needed to get away, heading towards the highest hill of town, near Alastor's tower.

Alastor frantically searches around town. There's still no sign of you anywhere. Dread continues to eat away at him, until he finds himself standing outside the gates of your home. The dread boils away into anger. Your sweet scent lingers in the air mixed with the scent of blood and fear. You were hurt. Bleeding. He wills himself to calm down, his claws bending through metal gates as he pushes them open with brute force.

"Ah, Alastor! Welcome, welcome, come in my dear boy!" Dr. Twisttike's serpentine tail swishes behind him, allowing the tall redhead into the cramped and dingey house.

Even for Hell's standards, the old and decrepit house was absolutely deplorable. A sulfuric musty smell hung in the air, damp with black mold and cobwebs clinging to every viable rafter.

Tension wafted through the air, Alastor's scarlet eyes turning into radio dials. In an instant, he's turned into his full demon form, mouth sewn by green stitches. A glowing green chain wraps taught around Dr. Twisttike, sending him to the ground with a harsh thud.

"Where are they?" Alastor's neck cracks at an ungodly angle, the echo of screams surrounding him. When Twisttike fails to speak, Alastor yanks the chain harshly, his heeled shoe slamming down onto the demon's claw, snapping it clean off. Black inky blood oozes from the putrid wound. "I won't ask again, good man. Where are they?"

Dr. Twisttike rasps, "Upstairs! Their bedroom! Please, stop!" Alastor snaps his fingers, the demon's limbs and extremities are bound by glowing green rope.

Alastor thunders up the spiral staircase. "My dearest! Are you here?" His eyes are frantic, wild. His ears stand alert, waiting for any sign of your lovely voice calling out to him. The only answer he receives is a perplexing silence. He rounds the corner to enter your door lies and snarls. "A cell? You keep my darling in a goddamned cell?"

Blowing the door off the hinges, Alastor surveys the small, cramped room. There's a bare bed with a single flimsy blanket and ragged old pillow. Small splatters of bloodstains stain those sheets. A tiny dresser to the right of the bed holding a single analog clock that seems to have stopped working long ago. The walls are bare of any color and character, with peeling paint and black mold scuttled around the corners of the ceiling like soot sprites. Everything he knows that you love and adore does not reflect in your room. There was no personalization, there was no you. It's uncomfortably damp. It was nothing short of a miracle that you weren't sick.

"You pitiful creature, keeping my beloved in such conditions. Why I should--," Alastor's sentence does in the back of his throat, noticing something half-hanging out the window. A dismembered arm, the thread of your stitches caught on a rusty nail. Carefully expecting it, he gently traces the stitch marks. "Hmm, it appears I have no more use for you, Dr. Twisttike."

A sickening squelch echoes throughout the house as Dr. Twisttike's body splatters all across the walls. Alastor's slithering tentacle removes itself from the corpse, shaking off the blood before retreating into his back. There isn't much left of the poor fool other than the remains of his guts and brain matter. Alastor carefully dabs his cheek free of blood, holding your severed arm close to his chest. He exits, form swallowed by darkness and shadow. Behind him, the home ignites into hellish green flames.

It did not take long for Alastor to find you. You nearly took his breath away. Your gaze is so beautiful and forlorn, sitting on a hill with the clearest view of the large full moon. The silver light casts delicate shadows against your skin as you hum a soft song to yourself. What a true, ethereal beauty you are.

"My dearest friend," rumbles Alastor, his tone a delicate purr. You stand in surprise, which quickly melts into a delicate smile. "If you don't mind, I'd like to join you by your side. Where we can gaze into the stars," Alastor gently reattached your arm, green magic carefully sewing it back on you.

"And sit together."

"Now and forever."

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"For it as plain as anyone could see, we're simply meant to be." With a gentle embrace, Alastor presses his lips to yours, tugging you into his arms and off the chilly ground.

#hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin imagines #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor imagine #cherubfae 2024

[danytar]

Aegon X wife reader who are interrupted by their children during having sex at the middle of the night 👀👀

“Cold nights” [ Prince!Aegon!Targaryen X Wife!Reader ]

Warnings: Sex, vulgarity, expletives, fondle breasts, domesticity.

a/n: I really enjoyed writing this! You guys have a sweet ideas!

you and your husband were as usual, intertwined with each other naked, the pillows and sheets scattered on the floor along with the rest of your discarded clothes.

It was nothing out of the ordinary that your husband liked to sleep naked even on cold winter nights. No matter the weather was, nothing will stop him from getting naked, especially with you.

This night was no different from the rest. It was cold outside. You could feel the cold air creeping in through the windows and the rain is falling heavily.

Aegon grabbed you and pulled you under him was a sudden shift in their power dynamic. He was taking the lead now, and that was rather exciting to him. The tension of it all was thrilling, as he could now take charge of the way things went down. you being under him was such a tempting position, and it only made him more eager to continue.

"My turn darling I think you've had enough of riding your dragon", he looked at you with a slyly smilie and came closer to kiss your neck sweetly. This particular night he was so sweet and loving Aegon is moody and you have to keep up with him.

"I thought you love it whe-when I ride y you" you moaned and the words came out of your mouth with difficulty due to you being so comfortable and relaxed under his grip.

The sound of your moans were like music to his ears in that moment. The way you were reacting to his touch was making all the effort he had put into pleasing you feel completely worthwhile.

It seemed that he was doing everything right, and he had no intention of stopping now.

The way you were moaning under him, almost as if you couldn't get enough of him, made him feel rather accomplished and satisfied. He could feel the passion rising again within him, and it was only a matter of time before it grew to its peak.

The moment his hands moved to caress your breasts, it felt as if his desire had hit an all-time high. your breasts felt like the softest, sweetest things he had ever touched, and he was thoroughly enjoying exploring them with his hands.

His touches were both tender yet passionate, exploring every inch of you in search of the right spots to hit.

It was only a matter of time before he brought you to a climax with his hands only, but he was in no hurry

whatsoever. Instead, he took his time, enjoying every minute of it.

your moans as his lips and hands moved everywhere on you only made you seem more beautiful to him. His touches on your breasts were soft yet provocative, hitting every right spot and stirring up a burst of intense pleasure.

It was like their senses were on high alert, making everything more intense and pleasurable. He kept taking it slow as he continued to explore your body with his hands and lips, taking his time to get you to the climax you deserved.

"So sweet.. and So soft.." He whispered in your ear, his fingers kneading your chest slowly..

"My beautiful wife has the sweetest pussy in all the Seven Kingdoms". He slowly licks your ear and then bites your earlobe.. He loved your reactions to this sensitive area of your body.

"You are a naughty boy, my dear, mummy should punish you" you replied to his whispers

"Oh yeah? And how do you intend to punish me?"

"Eh?, I have my ways. But first, I'd like to hear you admit that you've been a naughty boy."

Now, it seemed like you were playing with him more than anything. The way you spoke, so confidently while still taking on a flirty tone, was both enticing and captivating.

your demand for him to admit to being naughty was only making the whole thing even more tantalizing. He knew that he was in for something good. He did not hesitate to play along and admit to what you had asked. "I have been a very naughty boy."

"Oh, I'm sure you have. So, do you think a good son like yourself deserves rewards even when he's been naughty? Or should I punish you for your misbehavior?" you said.

"I think a good son like me deserves to be rewarded when he's been naughty." he replied.

You suddenly touched his cock the sudden touch took him by surprise, causing him to let out a small whimper. "Aah..."

you chuckled and continued to caress him with your fingers there his moans were getting louder and louder. He was now weak and fragile...

"Y-yee-s d-darling m-make me feel g-good".

You exchanged positions so that he was under you and you were on top of him. The moment is suddenly was destroyed by your children, the twin both had come into the room, and he could tell by their expressions that they had witnessed everything.

The look in their eyes was one of disapproval and horror, and their presence instantly ruined the moment as they looked at their parents with shock and dismay.

He felt a wave of shame suddenly wash over him, as he quickly covered himself up and turned away. The moment with his wife was over, and he was left to deal with his children.

You also quickly covered your body and exchanged a look with your husband how would you two explain the situation to five-year-old children?

"Darling! What are you doing here at this time?"You were the first one who spoke.

your son was the first of the children to answer, speaking out in a very stern and serious tone.

"We were scared of the lightning, but we heard odd noises coming from your bedroom. So, we decided to see what was going on and..."

Your daughter then proceeds to speak up as well, taking a softer approach when answering.

"We heard weird noises coming from your room, so we got worried and decided to check on you. But when we opened the door, we..."

Just as the two kids were about to finish their sentences, suddenly they fell silent. They both just seemed to be staring at him, clearly baffled and confused by the scene they had just witnessed...

Their father, the prince of the Seven Kingdoms, in an intimate moment with their mother. There was no hiding anything now as the silence between them grew steadily more and more awkward.

Aegon could feel his throat tightening as he tried to come up with a way to smooth things over, despite the obvious fact that his kids had seen and heard everything.

And while he knew his attempt to explain would be futile, he had to come up with something. He chose to use the word playing, hoping that it would make this any less humiliating. "We were just... playing."

your son, however, was having none of it, as his expression remained serious throughout his reply. "What kind of game involves the two of you being naked and making all those noises?"

"What kind of game were you two playing?"

You looked at your husband or a moment, he feared the worst. Was she going to actually speak out the truth in front of their children and reveal their intimate encounter, leaving nothing to the imagination?

That would have been disastrous. But luckily, he had underestimated her ability to maintain composure in such situations. She refrained from uttering those words and turned her attention to the children instead, hoping that she could make this whole fiasco sound a little more innocent.

"We were just...playing a little adult game, that's all."

The two kids, however, were not as naive as she thought they were, clearly detecting her attempt at covering up with the word game.

"Adult game? What do you mean, mommy? What kind of games does daddy play with you?" your daughter immediately asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"wrestling! We are wrestling" Aegon replied..

"But why are you naked then?" your son pointed out with a frown on his face, not buying the answer he'd given about playing a game.

"It's part of the game!" You answered.

Your son kept pushing he was clever smarter than most of the kids his age the skepticism clear even on his young face.

The boy knew that there was no game that required the two grown-ups to be naked, even though he couldn't articulate it in words. Still, he made an attempt to point out the absurdity of his parent's excuse.

"What kind of game requires two adults to be naked?"

Now, your daughter also proceeded to speak up, making him cringe at the idea of even more questions being asked. "Isn't it cold when you have no clothes on?"

"Guys can you stop ask questions?", you replied.

Aegon was relieved when you intervened, trying to steer your kids away from the awkward discussion. He expected his son to back off and stop asking more questions, but his little daughter decided to throw in another comment that made him blush with discomfort.

She seemed to not have a filter at all, and he could see the innocence in her eyes as she proceeded to say..." Are you two kissing?".

"Yes".

"Alright, little ones. Let's go back to your room now. Okay?"

The two children stood there with blank expressions on their faces, taking in what had just been said. His son was the first to speak, as he asked another question.

"So, that's all? You were just playing a game together by...kissing and getting naked?"

“Yes”.

Aegon was relieved to see his son nod in response, accepting the explanation without the slightest sign of disbelief. But even then, there was no telling whether the boy actually bought it or not.

He could only hope that he didn't see through the lies he had told, for there was no telling how he would react if he did. That was indeed the last thing he needed right now.

"Now, sweetheart, will you take your sister and go back to your rooms?" you said.

His wife's order made him nod quickly, understanding that this was his cue to end this whole ordeal. For now, he was just relieved that the children were going back to their rooms, and so he didn't waste any time in getting them to do so.

They nodded, one last glance at his wife and he then began to usher the kids out of the room, making sure to quickly shut the door behind them.

His kids may be curious and naive, but they did seem to be willing to accept the explanation he and their mother had given. He was relieved that they hadn't pressed the issue any further, but he also knew that he couldn't keep relying on that luck.

He would have to tread carefully when it came to their interactions from now on.

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Star Light, Star Bright | Fatui Harbingers x (Fem) Creator!Reader

A/N: okay okay. I'm very sorry for this overdue chapter. I've been busy farming for primogems and playing Stardew Valley. I have joined many other fandoms, especially with the release of the Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse movie, and have been collecting the comics. Sue me /j. I have a lot of stories that need updating haha. But anyway, thank you so much for the support you guys have given me. It's fantastic! I'll be sure to continue with the updates whenever possible! Any questions, please DM. Any suggestions, DM me!

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially harder when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only the Fatui Skirmishers but the Fatui Harbingers?

Tags/Warnings: female reader, Creator!reader, Cult Au, contains spoilers of the Archon Quests and World Quests (read at your own risk)

Not edited or beta read, we die like Signora

Chapter 3 | To Be Aware and Be Prepared

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OPERA EPICLESE, FONTAINE

It had started as a normal day. As normal as it could possibly get with the centrism of Lady Furina and the citizens of Fontaine. There was a pause before it then burst. At first, it was seemingly unnoticeable, but then the forests and the landscape became livelier. It seemed brighter and adventurers saw a decrease in Hilichurls, and slimes, and even the Abyss Order stopped whatever they were doing to... dance? It was certainly a strange sight, but at least there was less activity where civilians were being harmed. In fact, this was being seen all around Teyvat thanks to the Adventure's Guild insight and informing each nation's current ruling governments and Archons.

The archons themselves felt a different presence. A presence they have felt once upon a time ago. The same could be said with a certain Court Judge of Fontaine, a certain fellow dressed in blue, his long platinum blond hair and stoic expressions, he definitely felt a power he thought wouldn't be seen again in all of Fontaine.

A being almost as old as Teyvat themselves, but nowhere as powerful as the one that gave them life.

Before he could even make a decision as tremendous as the one all nations must follow, he needed more information.

He needed to send out anyone to locate their Beloved Creator.

Neuvilette felt to go himself and search for Them, but he had his duties. He simply couldn't abandon them. He is a powerful figure in Fontaine and everyone would be suspicious of his actions if he were to leave his office. They would be asking questions.

No.

This needed to be done in an orderly fashion.

If they were indeed in Teyvat, they would appreciate a calm and happy welcome instead of chaotic and frantic for their faithful followers.

Himself included as he needed to prove he, and Fontaine, would welcome Them with open hearts.

The Divine Creator... has finally descended onto Teyvat once again.

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LIYUE HARBOR, LIYUE

The trembling of the mountains. The color in front of him wherever he faced. The weather the past few days was beautiful and the people, especially merchants who traveled through treacherous waters to make it to Liyue were grateful for calm waters.

But he knew of the reason why everything seemed so... calm, so perfect as if Teyvat themselves was behaving its absolute best. Especially with word from other nations that the monsters and even the Abyss Order had ceased their attacks on villages and cities. They had seen these beings celebrate nonstop and were quite stumped about what was happening. But the former Geo Archon knew all too well...

Zhongli, better known as Morax or Rex Lapis, had felt it within the very rocks around him. As a devout believer and follower of the Divine Creator, he was quite familiar with the power and aura They possessed.

It's said that the Sovereign Dragons were the very first to proclaim their loyalty to the Divine Creator and when their time of rule ended, the Archons and Gods followed in their footsteps. As an Adepti in the form of a great Dragon, or Exuvia, he would be loyal to his beloved Creator, a form he greatly prided in thanks to the words of the Divine Creator many centuries ago.

But now they were here.

They have descended at long last like they promised.

His many years of patience and loyalty were finally being rewarded with the very presence of They themselves.

Zhongli, the devout follower he is, must find them. Were they alright? Yes, they were an all-powerful being, but recalling correctly, even the mighty have weaknesses and with the importance of the Divine Creator, there's always a danger no matter how beloved you are. He had to go himself to find him.

No.

He could ask the other Adepti to relentlessly search through all of Liyue, to leave no rock unturned and locate where their Grace may be.

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ZAPOLYARNY PALACE, SNEZHNAYA

The days have gotten warmer and brighter in Snezhnaya.

What with the presence of the Divine Creator that is. It was all that the Fatui and even the citizens of Snezhnaya were talking about. There was nonstop activity in the palace as everyone scrambled to perfect it all for the Divine Creator.

You.

Though it wasn't as overwhelming since your nephew was right beside you, who happily took everything with stride and awe.

He even became attached to the very people that he spoke with on the first day here. And there was no way to separate them or to even have the heart to tell him not to speak with them since he took after his parents and family. Stubborn little nugget.

He especially favored Childe and Scaramouche. He was quite heartbroken when he left and never came back. But, he has been receiving gifts 'anonymously' once in a while.

Meanwhile, you spoke more with the rest to know more about this world. They all unanimously agreed that the mortal body you and your nephew both have currently is due to the fact of the long absence from Teyvat you had. Since your nephew hasn't set foot in Teyvat until now, it might take him longer to adjust to his birthright powers and titles. But he was nonetheless Heir of Teyvat.

The Little Prince.

"They're working really hard, aren't they?" His voice echoed in the halls as you and him were on their way to play outside yet again. He was still a child and with no video games around, it was good for him to be active. Childe once made comment about how strong he was and what a potential warrior your nephew could be with proper training. However, you had the last say and it was not yet time to think about that.

Snezhnaya is still a cold nation so even with Teyvat making it slightly less cold, you and your nephew had to bundle up. This is where Pantalone's gifts came in handy. While you were still bedridden due to your injuries, he called in all the tailors of Teyvat to create a wardrobe fit for you and your nephew: The Divine Creator and the Heir of Teyvat.

It was a sight to behold all the boxes and bags that arrived at the palace - clothing made from rare beasts and cloth. All for you and your nephew.

"If there's one thing you don't question about other people, Nugget. It's their beliefs. It has a certain power that a lot of people have yet to understand." You commented, stopping to adjust his personal Harbinger Coat. It was one of the few items Pantalone commissioned - with the Heir of Teyvat present, might as well commission a child-sized Harbinger Coat.

"I think Mister Pierro and Mister Pulcinella said something about that. I don't know... it's not our birthdays though. We're just people, aren't we?"

"I'm not certain either. We're a long way from home and it might be a while before we can go back. But don't worry, we're together and that's all that matters. All we have to do is-"

"Go with the flow?"

"Ah. I taught you so well." You laughed, quickly moving to playfully pinch his cheeks before resuming your brief walk outside. Everyone else had their duties and you didn't want to disturb them. They all seemed to be important in the political and military worlds.

That was something that kinda threw you off. Something like this world seemed like in the past. Like maybe 1800's innovative past since there were snipers and even giant mechanical machines that can move on their own or by being piloted. It was definitely fantasy - like a dream.

But even in a fantasy world, with aspects aimed at child entertainment, there is danger. Arlecchino and Columbina were telling you all about it with a brief history lesson and a bit of current information about Teyvat today. It was definitely something to think about if you plan to travel Teyvat with or without the Harbingers, especially with your nephew.

"Your Grace. What a pleasant surprise." The voice was ahead and looking up, you could see the masked man, the Doctor. Dottore was the one who ended up healing you from your injuries from the accident. They never did find the person responsible for your accident. Though they never will.

The healing process went smoothly and tended to you alongside your nephew.

"My nephew wanted to play outside again. He saw everyone was occupied and didn't wish to intrude so we thought we could walk for a bit."

"The Heir has no worries. If he or your Grace has a request, we're bound to stop and fulfill your wishes."

Your nephew didn't need to be told twice and quickly marched his way over to the blue-haired man, took his hand, and started walking to the exit to face another cold day.

"Doctor, please play with Auntie and I."

Dottore was quite the character. The others filled you in on what they have done and their opinions of each other. Dottore was the one with the most negative background but no one could deny the intelligence or genius in his mind. But to think this wasn't even his true form. The man was quite the genius that he made a number of clones of himself of each stage of his life. As a scientist, as a pursuer of knowledge, even the kind that's better left alone, he thirsted for it.

"Of course, Your Highness. Your Grace, would it be troubling to accompany you two?"

He also performed...some experiments that in this world were unethical, from what you heard. But...they weren't the worst. No, there was definitely worse. You weren't justifying what he had done, you weren't one to stand on a higher moral ground than anyone else, you at least attempted to understand why. That is exactly what you concluded when you decided to speak and interact with Dottore.

"Not at all. My nephew has grown attached to you and the others."

The walk outside didn't take long. It was short and slow to appreciate the snowfall and the area around. Various Cryo Crystalflies quickly flew their way to your nephew and he gave chase all while a variety of animals appeared and decided to play with the Heir. Teyvat knew the little Prince's love for animals. You made sure he didn't stray too far, your eyes never leaving his form while Dottore kept the same pace as you, taking a few glimpses at you every now and then. There was a small silence - but it was comfortable.

"Why?" You broke the silence and Dottore turned his head, his mask hiding any expression he could have made.

"Pardon?"

"The Fatui. Why was it formed? I want the truth." Your eyes still focused on your nephew who danced along with the Crystalflies, laughing and happily throwing snow in the air before then falling and making snow angels.

Your reason for asking is with who you two have been identified as, and with a seemingly unknown way of going back home, you two will probably be dragged into this world's politics. Before you get involved, you have to see what it is all about. Would it be worth it? Are you currently with evil people? Misunderstood people? What is their goal?

Would it be dangerous to involve your nephew?

"There is quite a lot that a mere moment is not enough to disclose the Tsaristas and our organization's goal."

"Then I shall listen. I hear talk and before I pass 'judgment', I want to understand. I hear talk of other gods, but the mere mention of them besides the Tsarista, it's with contempt."

Dottore, like many of his colleagues and subordinates, has heard the stories, the creation of Teyvat that was retold by the very dragons they created and had them oversee Teyvat. And then Celestia arrived. They had become power-hungry, drunk from the love and attention the Divine Creator gave to them before. When the creator left, Celestia took over and everything changed. Teyvat became different, peace wasn't an option.

Wars started, innocents perished...

Nations demolished.

"The Tsarista fell in love with the idea of how Teyvat was before you left. A Teyvat where all lived in peace. Then Celestia came. Thousands of years ago, they proclaimed that seven gods would be chosen to rule over one of the seven nations. From the thousands of Gods that fought, along with mortals who fought to survive another day, Seven were indeed chosen to represent their following element. But even for Celestia that was not enough. Your Grace was fond of a nation, Khan'ri'ah. Khan'ri'ah was a nation that ruled without the intervention of a God, an Archon. So.. one day, Celestia proclaimed Khan'ri'ah to be sinners, a nation that went against the Divine Creator and was thus destroyed. The Tsarista understood, her eyes opened to what was being done, and isolated herself, to find people who shared her opinions on Celestia and the Divine besides you, Your Grace."

That was just a brief summary that you recreated after your talk with Dottore. He was quite honest and with a few words, you were able to piece together everything. And to think he was kicked out of the Akademiya because of his practices and the murder of a fellow scholar.

This was clearly a case of the black-white-gray morality.

Things aren't always what they seem.

"Several weeks ago, I thought I was human. A mortal who lived a mundane life who loves her nephew like her own. I'm here and I'm told I'm the God that created your world, but I somehow have no recollection of it."

The walk continued as your nephew seemed to head further away from you and Dottore. Dottore was listening. He knew you weren't done talking and he couldn't wait to hear. Would he hear criticism of the divine from the very being who created it in the first place? What kind of wisdom would she bestow that may rival the God of Wisdom herself.

"Pierro and the Tsarista mentioned that my memories of such events and my divinity would come back to me slowly. Especially for my nephew. He's still young, curious but young."

"Your Grace, you need not fear. The Fatui, us, the Harbingers, will be by your side for we and The Tsarista are loyal to no other than you and the Heir."

"But what if I am not who you think I am?" You asked, looking down at your arms, remembering the injuries and the blood that oozed. You remembered the color and thought it wasn't proof enough, but the gold blood was there. You even requested to see the bloodied gauze that had a clear gold color. The sparkle it held, the amount of power that it had.

"Highly unlikely. Every man, woman, and child knows firsthand that the Divine Creator's blood is unlike any living being in Teyvat. Eyewitnesses from your first time here have written quite a bit of information of you. There is no mistake. The Tsarista would have been the first to know."

"Auntie! Doctor! Look!" Your nephew shouted and quickly ran to you, the heavy atmosphere dissipating as your nephew smiled, his hands cupped to hide what it was that he was bound to show you two. Slowly, he opened his hands and a small light blue glow appeared and in the blink of an eye, a small Cryo Crystalfly appeared and took flight, joining the other Cryo crystalflies that surrounded the three.

Creation of new life.

A power only found in the Divine.

What kind of world did she find herself in?

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Consequences | Four

Word Count: 4.4k~ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark, medieval-canon sexism, heavy dub-con/noncon, DD:DNE, mean Aemond, manipulation, abusing power, gore, blood, violence, major angst, Aemond being a possessive horny weirdo with a power complex, p in v, moon tea, cockwarming

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A/N: semi-filler chappie cos it’s gonna get fuckin’ real after this one, buckle up fuckleheads

The weather was just right. And there was something calming about a clean wash blowing softly in the wind. Something calming.

 She felt she needed something calming.

 She ran the bed linen through her fingers, revelling in its soft touch. She remembered scrubbing Aemond's bedsheets for an hour straight after that night, using the hard bristled brush to rid the white fabric of her blood, which in reaction to the air had blackened.

 It was a stain difficult to remove. But she felt it more so in her heart than anywhere else.

 Since then, she'd not bled when she was intimate with him. For this she was glad.

 Stains of lovemaking were easier to wash out than blood.

 Could it be called lovemaking if there was no love? she thought.

 Freiya had ignored her since that day, instead clinging to the other maidservants, who all whispered in hushed tones whenever she walked by. And even now, on the same laundry shift, she refused to spare her so much of a greeting, much less a glance in her direction.

 She'd decided that it was better than way. She would not stop them talking about her, and in all honesty, she'd rather not hear any of the rumours or childish gossip at all. So the less they spoke to her, the better.

 Her only 'friends' as such, was her fellow bed sharing maidservant, Alanna. And Hedi. Hedi was so good. She had the intuitions and calming presence of a mother. But she was perceptive to the extent that it was scary sometimes. And the little maidservant was sure that Hedi knew everything and nothing needed to be said.

 Aemond had become more rough, if it were possible. He liked to mark her pretty skin with red and pink, smirking at the healing bruises for days after. The days and weeks after he had taken her maidenhead, it was like something had shifted in him, and he called upon her at all hours of the day, often not allowing her to leave until it was early the next morning and after getting no sleep she was still expected to attend to her duties.

 It was exhausting.

 He enjoyed leaving marks on places only he had access to.

 But one evening, when he had curled his hand around her neck just a little too tightly, genuinely blocking off all her air, Alanna had seen the redness and raised her eyebrows in alarm. She didn't say anything, nothing incriminating at least. Nor did she assume who was responsible and it scared her to think what Aemond would do if he found out that she'd told anyone.

 It was better that nobody knew.

 For her sake.

 He might just kill her. Or worse.

 "Dyana came to me like this once as well. Shaking and mewling" Alanna said with a resigned expression. She observed that she didn't shake, nor did she mewl or complain. It had been long enough. The little maidservant simply had to grit her teeth and bear it, for she was no longer a child and in a sense, she was the replacement of Dyana. In job position as well as situation. Just with a different Prince. There was no time for complaints anymore, not when she'd been forced to do what women do. What a wife would do.

 Alanna had a sad, mournful expression on her face and she held her hand out to her, “Come”

 Beneath the floorboards, Alanna pulled several beams up to reveal a large container, corked at the top. She struggled a little with getting the cork free, but when she did, there was the unmistakable whiff of mint and earth, and the little maidservant’s eyes widened when she realised what it was.

 A feeling of both fear and dread lay in her stomach.

 Was it such a common occurrence that a jug of Moon Tea was kept within the staff quarters at all times? Had Dyana used it when she worked here? Had the others used it?

 “Is it…”

 “Yes” Alanna responded, “A cup will do”

 She accepted the cup gratefully, knowing that had she tried to find other means to access the tea, or tried to make it herself without the proper knowledge, it could prove dangerous to her health. So she was at least grateful that Alanna, who she expected to be impartial to her condition and circumstance, had in fact offered help.

 The Moon Tea was tepid and tasted musty from being kept under the floorboards, leaving a horrid film all over her tongue when she drank it. But she drank the entire cup, hesitantly, feeling the familiar tug of guilt and shame in her tummy, at the thought that there could have been a child alive within her, that she was ultimately not allowing to live.

 But it would have been his.

 Perhaps it was a blessing to have the Moon Tea. She found herself thinking, why had Aemond not sought out Moon Tea for her? For she’d remembered what he said, about the supposed bastards of Princess Rhaenyra. He hated them, perhaps because of their parentage or perhaps not. But if a man had such hatred for bastards, why would he allow himself to spend inside her? He was too clever to think it would not happen.

 It was like a puzzle she could not guess.

 Perhaps he knew the maids had their own supply of Moon Tea, from hearing stories about what his brother, Aegon, had done to his maidservants. Or that he enjoyed the pleasure of breeding her, knowing that she could possibly swell with his babe.

 Perhaps he didn’t care.

 “Who is the man?” Alanna asks with a concerned furrow of her brows.

 She really did consider telling her, truthfully. Perhaps someone would come to help her if she told someone, and Alanna did seem kind. There were two parts of her mind at war with themselves.

 And then Alanna had dared to ask.

 “Does he make you?”

 The question was not one she expected, and the speed to which her eyes met Alanna’s had told her fellow maidservant all she needed to know. A melancholic look softens across Alanna’s face, but she makes no attempt to soothe her physically, no gentle touches of hands or stroking of her back. All of her comfort could only be offered in words and looks. Alanna was just like that, and did not enjoy people touching her. She wondered if it had happened to her, if she knew where the Moon Tea was kept.

 Does he make me? She asked herself.

 In the truest sense, yes, he did make her. But the little maidservant inhaled deeply, grounding herself to where she stood and shook her head, refusing to answer any more questions.

 Her brother and sister needed her.

She could not let them down.

 And in the deepest recesses of her heart, she knew she’d never return to them, despite the promise she had made to them.

Aemond had called on her that night. She had felt a bit better now after the Moon Tea, knowing that she was safe from the burden of her sex, but it didn’t make the dread disappear altogether. The corridors of the Red Keep were quiet, with very little staff about, which to her was strange.

 Across the hall, approaching her direction to pass her, was Helaena Targaryen, sister-wife of Aegon. She was a dreamy, whisper of a woman, seemingly floating about the Keep. She was utterly beautiful, she thought. Whereas most Targaryens had silver, white hair, hers seemed to have a glow to it and her soft facial features were so much like Queen Alicent’s, though recently her lips seemed downturned.

 The little maidservant looked down to the floor as she passed, steps hurried to not keep Aemond waiting.

 Her body jumped, one shoulder held back by a firm, but soft grip on her arm. She’d looked back and then up, to meet the eyes of Princess Helaena. She was taller than her, not by much but she had such an air of authority and determination that it made the maidservant feel smaller than she really was. For a moment their eyes simply met, Helaena’s pale lilac eyes flitting across her face, her fingers flexing against her arm.

 She looked into the maidservant’s eyes silently for an agonisingly long time.

 “Princess?...” she’d whispered to break the silence, her arm aching with the force at which Helaena was gripping her. She was pulled closer by the Princess, forcing her to keep her gaze.

 “It cannot be”

 It was haunting, and an uncomfortable chill ran through her.

 That voice. Those words. She’d not been able to forget them.

 She remembered the way Aemond had thrust into her deeply, planting his seed as far inside her as it would go. Hearing those words over and over…

 It cannot be.

It cannot be.

It cannot be.

 Hearing them, in the same voice, had her hairs standing up on end.

 “...cold tansy…the womb quickens…”

 Helaena briefly let go of her arm and the maidservant finally took a breath, uttering a quick excuse and turning to make way for Prince Aemond’s chambers, trying to ignore the weight of Princess Helaena’s gaze at her back.

 And not able to hear her soft whispers.

 “A knife, the weapon…sleep, the calling…grief breeds grief…”

 When the maidservant stood before Aemond’s chambers, she wiped the tears away that had gathered on her cheeks, steeling herself for what was about to happen.

 The messenger boy was at her side, and the maidservant truly felt that if she saw someone else she did not want to see she might just scream and wail, the rest of the Keep be damned.

 “What is it” she asked him, rather forcefully, as if trying to hold back a cry.

 The messenger boy somewhat furrowed his brows at her reaction, holding a letter he’d already opened. The maidservant closed her eyes and sighed, knowing already who it was from.

 “Your brother has come down with a dreaded case of the Shivers, probably from writhing about in the mud like a pig. Your sister is spared from it, as you had mentioned she suffered and recovered from it only last year. He is recovering well, but I will need additional coin to pay for herbal remedies to make him well again, as I know I will not receive your coin any longer if she should pass. And if he does, I will have to send your sister away to work or get married. Five additional coins a month will have to suffice. Your sister would like to send you her love and she misses you greatly, especially the way you, and I quote, ‘make the mornings a little bit brighter’”

 She tries her best to not outright sob at the mention of her sister. The tears feel hot and oppressive behind her eyes, trying so desperately to pour free.

 She dismisses him with a soft wave of her hand.

 As soon as his chamber doors closed behind her, her eyes looked up to see Aemond on the other side, leaning against the window and looking out. He didn’t move when she entered, so she took the moment of silence to work on pulling her hair from her braids.

 “You are late” his low voice carries across the stillness of the room.

 “Apologies, your grace” she replies, trying to shake the tremor out of her voice.

 She fears something bad will happen. Perhaps it’s fear of him, or possibly even fear for her situation. But the words Helaena had spoken were whirring around her mind.

 It cannot be.

 “I heard you in the hallway, speaking to a boy”

 She meets his eye when he says this. When he says it, it sounds low, possessive, threatening. She finds he is already looking at her and her breath stops in her throat, her chest constricting painfully. Aemond does not have his eyepatch on, something he did when he wanted to appear frightening, which lately was more often than not.

 “Who was he”

 Again, not a questioning tone.

 She looks away to the floor, “Just the messenger, your grace”

 Aemond ponders her answer for a moment, letting his eye run all over her body. He notices that she has her eyes downcast, briefly picking at the dry skin around her nail beds nervously. An action he’s seen in his mother when she is anxious.

 It twinges something inside. Something buried deep.

 But as quickly as it arrives inside him, he pushes it back down.

 Aemond taps his fingers against the goblet he is holding, in somewhat of a nervous gesture. Like he is thinking about what he should do. She stands still the entire time, waiting for his neck command, all while his eye takes her in, body stirring with desire at the way she obediently always takes her hair down now in his presence. Even the way her chest inflates with air as she breathes seems to set his blood ablaze.

 Aemond crosses the room, standing before her he can see the mark around her neck, now a pale colour, where he had been a bit too rough with their tryst the last few times. A place where she could not hide it. There was some excitement in the fact that her fellow maidservants knew what was happening to her. He wonders if she tells them the things he does to her. Wonders if beneath that soft, innocent exterior, there is the same darkness inside where there is in him.

 His fingers reach out to run the back of them over the mark at her neck, and he doesn’t miss the way she flinches at the contact, at the sensitive, flared skin being grazed against, if only slightly. Those wide, doe-eyes meet his one eye, searching and confused.

 At least until his fingers dip to the buttons of her dress. Her heart sinks.

He will only ever want that.

 There is something different about him tonight.

 He undresses her.

 Usually, he stands across the room, commanding her to undress for him. Peeling off the layers of her clothing to reveal her pliant, small form before him, feeling utterly exposed, heart filled with shame at being ordered to bare herself before him, while he is fully clothed. Watching. Always with that self-satisfied look on his face, lips bought into a line to stop himself from grinning.

 This night, his hand softly, almost carefully, unbuttons her dress to reveal her skin beneath, all the way down to the valley of her breasts, where his finger delicately draws an imaginary line, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

 He is uncharacteristically gentle.

 And it frightens her.

 The last few days and weeks since he had crossed that line, stolen her maidenhead as swiftly as a thief would steal coin, he had been rough, uncaring, borderline belligerent. She knew what to expect. Knew that the second she would leave his chambers, her core would ache as she walked, knew that the bruises on her would blossom in pain whenever she moved a muscle.

 She had taught herself not to be frightened. Instead she taught herself to be mindful. Be pliable. Obey. And she would not be hurt.

 But now she was afraid.

 Now that he was acting differently, she did not know what to expect.

 Aemond pushed one side of her dress over her shoulder and then the other, allowing the dress to fall to the ground. She does not miss the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

 Surely he cannot be nervous.

 His hand moves down to cup her breast, testing the weight of it in his palm, as if he had not been touching them multiple times a day in all the time he laid claim on her. Running his thumb over her rosy nipple, it rouses to attention, aided by the chill in the chambers. She swears that he gives a content sigh, touching her skin, feeling the thrum of her heart beneath her chest.

 It’s as if he is realising she is real for the first time.

 Like she is a woman.

 “Gevie” He whispers, almost so quiet she doesn’t hear him, despite being right in front of him.

 She wonders if he’s speaking his mother tongue to make sure she doesn’t understand his words.

 “Would you get on the bed”

 Would you.

 When has he ever asked.

 Taken slightly off guard by his different tone, she lets a breath free and nods, taking her spot in the middle of the bed. Her heart raps in her chest, smoothing her hand over the bedsheets in an attempt to calm herself down. The bedsheets she washed her blood from, now so stark and clean.

 Aemond’s clothes drop to the floor with a soft whisper of a thud, the mattress sinks with his knee leaning on it, slowly making his way towards her in the middle of the bed. Her eyes are fixed on the bed sheets, feeling his hot breath at the side of her face, hearing his soft breath inhaling her scent. His hand calmly pushes her back down to lay beneath him, fingers splayed large over her collarbone.

 She stares at the paintings in his room, as she always does when they do this. Tracing the tender curves and lines of the brush strokes, counting all the items in the subject, appreciating the way the colours perfectly reflect the realism of-

 “Look at me” Aemond asks quietly.

 What?

 She turns her head to him, a small puzzled look on her face.

 It’s the first time she has seen him look this vulnerable. There’s still an underlying feeling that he is hiding what is really underneath, some kind of blurred wall between it. At the surface there is still that man, the one who hurts her, the one who forces his deepest, darkest desires on her. But the insecurities that lay beneath are beginning to bleed out of his old wounds, albeit slowly.

 As soon as she meets his eye, Aemond pushes forward, sliding his cock into her tight, wet heat. A short gasp is caught in her throat at the abruptness of it. But it doesn’t hurt. Not like it did that night. After that night, it had felt strange, intrusive and curious. More often than not, he would brush that spot inside, the one that made her face heat, her thighs shake and her spine curve upwards. When it did happen, it upset her. For all that pain, for all the ways she was hurt, she thought she deserved more than a mere second of pleasure. For all her tolerance, did she not deserve to at least feel good?

 Aemond sighs, a quiet moan leaving his lips at the feel of him being squeezed by the soft ridges of her cunt.

 He slides in all the way, closing his eye and resting his head against her neck. His hot breath coming in short, troubles pants. Aemond lays his body heavy on top of her, supporting his weight on one of his legs that’s around her hips, pressing his lithe, hard chest against her soft, plush one.

 And he doesn’t move.

 She lays there, underneath him, eyes darting all about the canopy, wondering what he is doing.

 Why is he not moving?

 Aemond continues to breathe against her neck, as if asleep, but she can feel the tickle of his eyelashes against her skin, indicating that he is still very much conscious. Like this, she can feel every ridge, every curve and every vein of his cock, throbbing inside her, begging for any kind of friction. But he still doesn’t move, stilling with himself buried as deep inside her as he could go, his tip kissing her cervix. She moves her body a little, feeling a tad uncomfortable at the position.

 His hand tightens at her hip, “Stop” he says, quietly against her skin, “Just…stay like this”

 It doesn’t help her confusion in the slightest at the current situation. But she does as he says, and stays still, allowing him to adjust slightly, which sends his cock nudging slightly against inside her, a quiet sound escaping her mouth.

 “What did the messenger say” he asks.

 Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly, half shocked and half afraid to say anything he deemed wrong, and he might flip his personality like that.

 “Well…um…” she starts, trying to ignore the gentle throb of him inside her, “...he bought word from my family…”

 “Hm” he murmurs in return, angling his head to nudge closer into her neck, his breath against her drumming pulse, “About what”

 There is a deep, nerve-wracking suspicion about this. He has never cared. Not one bit. Why should it be any different now?

 For the sake of obeying him though, she responds.

 “There is a woman…from my hometown…” she starts, wondering how best to word it. Nobody had asked before and now him? “...she cares for my siblings in my absence and is requesting more funds…”

 He is quiet for a long time and she shivers when she feels his fingers running lines over her side, as if deep in thought.

 “And you have such funds?”

 An unwarranted shiver crawls up her spine, “I do…your grace”

 His hand runs between her breasts, up her front to grasp her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Aemond rights himself to sit up slightly, pulling her gaze to his, nudging his cock further inside her when it slips out slightly. He’s still hard, she notices, and her body jolts at the motion of him moving his hips ever-so-slightly.

 His gaze is firm, but his hands are not.

 “You would not lie to me now, would you sweet girl?”

 She quickly shakes her head softly, as much as she can with her chin in his grasp.

 “No, your grace…” she utters softly, her breath coming in short bursts at the sudden undulating of his hips, if not only slightly.

 With his lips slightly parted, Aemond starts to increase his pace, looking down to where they are joined as he slowly sinks into her over and over, his cock squeezed still by the delicious tightness her little cunny offers. It’s slow and thoughtful, the way he does it now. Even when he presses his palm against her abdomen, right above her patch of curls, to feel the presence of him inside of her, his fingers splayed out against her skin, it’s soft. Almost caring.

 She had seen little pieces of this side, like when he whispered to himself the night he’d taken her maidenhead, that he needed it.

 Like when he gently swats her cheek when she has done something he likes.

 But never this.

 As much as she wanted to believe it, she couldn’t let herself.

 Because as soon as he looked back up into her eyes, that dark, almost hateful look in his eyes came back. And it came back with a vengeance. As if it was annoyed it had been gone so long in her presence.

 He had returned.

 He took hold of her hips tightly, in a bruising grip and began brutally using her cunt for his own pleasure, turning away from her face to focus on something else. Anything else. But her face.

 Aemond fucked her like he hated her, uncaring about her own pleasure, chasing it for his own means. Burying that person he was barely minutes before in favour of the man he was now, the one who craved a closeness that nobody else could give him. A closeness that being buried inside his little maidservant could only offer.

 Or at least that is what he allowed himself to think.

 All this childhood he’d felt so small.

Born small and weak, too early.

 Made weak by the loss of an eye. At the hand of those bastards, no less.

 Hid back inside himself on his thirteenth name day, forced to endure the pleasures of the flesh in that sordid brothel.

 He’d felt so small. So weak.

 Powerless.

 He fucked every single insecurity into her, trying to block out the sound of her quiet whimpers as he snapped his hips against hers mercilessly. Hiding inside her. The only sounds in the chambers were flesh on moist flesh. It should be the sound of lovemaking. But it was just the sound of hate.

 No, Aemond thought as he sought comfort inside her. Angling his cock to find the answer within her somewhere.

 He was no longer weak. He was a man. A Targaryen Prince. Rider of the largest dragon in the world.

 And he would have whatever he wanted.

 Everyone else be damned.

 He had done a good job of blocking out her sounds, chasing a peak that just would not come. Aemond did all he could. He went faster, squeezed the parts of her flesh he wanted to elicit a response. He grasped at her breasts painfully, pinching her nipples between his fingers as they rolled back and forth with the motions of his cock pistoning inside of her with increased vigour.

 But there was nothing.

 It took him a long time to finally peak. But it was pitiful, feeble and weak.

 Weak.

 Weak.

 With an unsatisfied grunt, Aemond pulled out of her and threw her legs back together, not wanting to see the proof of incapacity that was represented by looking upon her used sex. She laid there for a moment, gathering herself and brushing the hair from her face that had stuck to her skin with shaky hands.

 His irresolute temper terrified her.

She thought she knew what to expect. But she didn’t. And she found herself unable to speak.

 She expected Aemond to tell her to leave, as he usually did. But instead, he huffed and got beneath the sheets, back against the mattress, looking up at the canopy for an answer, as she had done many times before.

 Her hands grappled the bed sheets, to will herself not to cry.

 It cannot be.

 What did it mean, she asked herself over and over, pulling her knees to her chest.

 But the more she thought about the words that Princess Helaena had uttered, the more it eluded her.

 She felt a warmth between her legs, where his seed was beginning to seep out of her. But there was a warmth deeper inside, as if it were inside her womb and she clutched her belly like she felt nauseous. It felt as if her stomach was turning itself over, trying to rid something from within.

 The dragon inside there had started to breathe its fire into her, burning her from the inside out.

 It cannot be.

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[omegalomania]

i think what i admire most about this record after sitting with it for a full day is the marriage of its musicality and its lyricism.

lyrically..."nihilistic" is a really good way of putting it. i was honestly kind of floored by how goddamn bleak so much of the lyricism on this record is. there's so much desolation, so much hopelessness, so much struggling to find meaning in meaninglessness. lyrically, i think this might be some of pete's darkest but also some of his best work. there's so much grappling with the feeling that maybe it's all pointless. maybe none of it fucking gets better. maybe you're always going to be fighting to figure out some kind of sense and feeling displaced and the further you look toward the horizon, the more the inevitability of the end scares the living shit out of you.

so much (for) stardust is utterly desolate lyrically. even little granules of hope feel tongue-in-cheek or in denial. so...what? does anything ever get better? are we all just flailing around, trying to make our stupid lives make sense? but at the same time, fall out boy are the happiest they've ever been as a band. they waited five years so they could savor making this record and they were genuinely excited to share it with all of us. pete is wearing skirts and letting his hair down and they're playing songs that once got them booed off stage with fearless love in their eyes and they're looking after each others' mental health and supporting one another through it all. what does it mean for a band to release something this somber at this point in time for them?

the "reality bites" pink seashell speech sums it all up kind of perfectly. so maybe life is inherently meaningless, but at the same time...there's good food. there's beautiful weather. there are still good movies, and the sound of rain on the windows, and hope, and friendship, and joy. maybe there's no point. but that doesn't change that there's still laughter. there's still love.

and that's what's in the sound of this record. the big, cinematic swell of an orchestra. the upbeat chirps of a synth. the screeching of a guitar and some bouncy, catchy goddamn riffs that'll live under your skin for days. this is a record you dance to and cry to. (cry a little, cry a lot, but don't stop dancing, don't dare stop.) sonically, this is a record laden with grit and delight and a powerful sense of purpose, from catchy pop hooks to roaring, cinematic anthems. it sits in delicious contrast to the words but it doesn't undermine them. it complements them. happy music for sad people.

of course there's pain, and there's frustration, and the world is full of tragedy and hopelessness and maybe the worst part of it is that it doesn't go away once you grow up. as you get older, you don't ever magically learn how everything clicks together. you just have to fumble through it and hope for the best, even if it feels like it never gets any easier.

it's a hard lesson to learn. but you aren't alone in it. so what fates do we share? we're all stardust. we all share the same end. we are not alone in our fears and uncertainties and we will not be alone at the end either, not really. we came from stardust and to stardust we will return.

i think if there is a hope i can take away from this record it's like...this feeling that it doesn't get better, really. but you do get better at living with it, and to someone like me, that's vital. years ago i had to come to terms with the valuable, painful lesson that i will not, mentally, neurologically, ever get "better." there will never be a point where i am "cured" of all that i must live with. but i've grown better at living with it. and there are things out there that i'm living for anyway - good food, better friends, and maybe a long-anticipated record you need to put on replay for a good long while as you soak it in.

maybe none of this matters, in the end. but if it doesn't, then this is what matters. this.

"if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do."

#fall out boy #so much (for) stardust #*making poasts #*meta #expanding on some thoughts i was going on abt in the gc earlier #this is pretty freeform and it doesnt sum it all up for me but i tried my best #im allowed a little bit of sincerity from time to time #that parting quote is from angel the series. which is a show i have mixed feelings on but its an important quote to me so

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Crawling Back to You (Part 3) - Cassian x Reader

Part One - Part Two

The last part to this fun little piece! Thought it would be good to end it on a mishmash of a bit of angst, a bit of fluff and a bit of SPICE 🌶️

Warnings: Vague allusions to assault/sexual assault. A bit of violence. SMUT.

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You’d stopped showing up to training altogether. 

That sting of rejection — the humiliation — was too much. The moment itself may have been fleeting…mere seconds had passed from the point Cassian had pulled out of you to the point he’d strode from your apartment. But in between…you’d offered yourself to him, unguarded. Told him you were his, if he wanted. 

Which he didn’t. 

See you around, he’d called as he’d flounced away. You’d done everything in your power over the next two months to make sure you didn’t, in fact, see him around. And the fact that he didn’t come to nag you about training — not even once — spoke volumes. 

Colder air had swept through Velaris over those two months, the winter weather very much making itself present — but Velaris always had a warmth about it, a friendliness. 

Such a thing was permanently absent in Windhaven. The cold, soulless place you’d grown up in. To say your stomach had plummeted when your father had summoned you was a wild understatement. The fact that he’d left you alone for over a year suggested that it couldn’t mean anything good that he now wanted to speak with you. 

You rubbed at your arms as Rhys landed in an easy swoop and set your wobbling legs down. The wind was brisk, unforgiving — bleak. There was no light or laughter in this place. 

“Thanks for flying me in.” You squeezed your friend’s arm, your smile not quite meeting your eyes. 

“You’re sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Rhys asked, and you gave an unconvincing nod. “I’m meeting Cassian at the girls’ training rings. Just come and find me when you’re ready to leave.”

With another thankful nod, you began your trek through the trees, taking the winding path that led to a small trickle of old, dilapidated wooden huts. The sight of them immediately had your stomach churning, memories flashing in your head of cramped living conditions, squeezing into a tiny home with three brutish older brothers, the agony of the day your wings had been clipped—

Your eyes shuttered as you came to a stop at the third hut in the row. You steadied your breathing, and then knocked against the door with the toe of your boot. 

Barely seconds passed before your father was ripping the door open and appraising you with nothing but contempt in his eyes. You lifted your chin — met his gaze. It seemed to surprise him a little as he stepped aside and silently gestured for you to walk in. 

Inside was even worse than you remembered. Utterly filthy and dishevelled. Your mother had died birthing you, and it had always been left to you to keep the house in order, make sure the chores were done. 

Clearly, the male members of your family hadn’t adapted well to you escaping to Velaris over a year ago. 

“It’s lacking a female touch.” Your father said from behind you — the first words he deigned to speak to you. Not, hello, Y/N. Not, how have you been? 

You pivoted to face him. Folded your arms. “So it would seem.”

He eyed you. And he seemed…smaller, somehow. Not the towering monster he once was. You didn’t shrink in front of him like you’d always been prone to doing. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You asked.

He jerked his chin, gesturing to the disorder around you. “I need you to come home, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “This isn’t my home.” 

“This,” His jaw set as he studied you, “Is your only home. Wherever you’ve run off to…getting up to the Gods know what…you don’t belong there.”

How wrong he was. He couldn’t possibly know how much you truly did belong in Velaris. How much the place had opened its arms to you as though you were always supposed to be there. Not the vacuous hell that was Windhaven. 

“And why would you have me home?” You shrugged. “Because you care about me? Because you miss having your daughter around? Or because you need a female to look after you and your males?”

“I–”

“Let me make one thing extremely clear, father.” You stepped closer to him – may as well have been as tall as him, from the way you stared him down. “The daughter who escaped this place in the dead of night? She doesn’t exist anymore. She got out, and she will never be returning. You may have clipped my wings, and you may have wasted years of my life, but never – ever will you have anything else from me.” You looked him up and down, disgust curling your lip. “And I mean nothing.”

The way his eye twitched…you knew you’d hit a nerve. Knew that he was looking at you and seeing nothing of the scared young girl he’d treated so poorly. He tucked his wings in tight – a move you knew was a precursor to him unleashing himself on you.

But you weren’t scared anymore.

Biting out a humourless laugh, you shoved past him, your shoulder nudging him out of the way. He made to reach for you, but you were younger, quicker. You unsheathed the blade strapped to your thigh. 

“Lay a single finger on me and you’ll wish you never had.” You levelled a hardened gaze at him. “Rhysand will come looking for me.”

Whatever the High Lord’s name had him thinking…he blanched. Took a reluctant step back. You let a triumphant smirk pull at your lips as you turned once more, yanking the door open. The cold that hit you was actually pleasant. 

“And, father?” You stepped outside. “Don’t ever send for me again.” 

He didn’t deign to respond. 

*

Something stopped you from sheathing your blade again. You didn’t know what. Perhaps just the uneasiness of strolling through the Windhaven camp. 

It was one hell of a trek from your father’s hut to the other end of the camp, where the girls trained – as far away from the males as possible. Strolling through rows of tents and fires and crumbling cottages, you glimpsed faces of males you’d happily never see again – males you’d grown up around, who were cruel and dark in the most harrowing ways. Their eyes trailed you as you passed, smirks on their lips and deep sniggers beneath their breaths – like they remembered, just as well as you did, the torment they’d given you. Given all the females around them.

But you weren’t that female anymore. You had trained, gained strength, grown. You’d seen the beauty that had waited for you when you’d mustered the courage to take that leap out of here.

So you simply smiled at them – pleasantly, sweetly – and carried on walking. 

You’d almost made it to the training rings when the figure came out of nowhere. On a winding stretch of path that was quiet and deserted, the looming male landed in front of you so fast, you couldn’t help but stumble back. 

“Leaving so soon?” Your eldest brother sneered at you.

You gritted your teeth, sidestepping him. “Get out of my way, Zein. Now.” 

“No.” He followed your movement, folding his arm. “I don’t think I will. Has father spoken to you?” 

You eyed him – the dark, cutting features. His face was as cold and impassive as it always was, but he cut a casual figure in a tunic and a pair of breeches. Not the Illyrian leathers he usually donned. 

“He did.” You answered. “Move.” 

 “And?” 

“And the lot of you are fucking insane if you think I’m coming back here – leaving my life – to be your servant again.” 

You pushed past him, just as you’d pushed past your father. Made sure that your shoulder slammed against his arm; it was the least he deserved after the years of his cruelty you’d suffered.

But unlike your father, Zein had never known when to leave something. When to back off. 

His hand landed on your shoulder, hard, tugging you to a stop. “Your place is here, with us.” He hissed. “Not with those pretty males you whore yourself out to.” 

“Get your hand off me, now–”

“You think you can turn your back on us? We own you, Y/N. Always have, always will.” 

That hard, cold hand of his moved from your shoulder – moved towards your neck. And you struck.

Before you could even register what you were doing, register your own strength, you were gripping that hand in your own and twisting your brother’s arm behind his back. Your heavy boot slammed right between his legs, and he groaned, stumbling forward – the perfect position for you to slam him face-first against a tree. 

“One day,” You spat, lifting your dagger to tease the skin of his neck, “One day, I’m going to fucking gut you for everything you’ve ever done. Perhaps not today,” You applied enough pressure to pierce his skin, watching his blood bead, “But one day, I will, and I’ll have fun doing it.”

He choked out around his pain, “You wouldn’t have it in you, you stupid whore.”

“You call me stupid,” you pressed the blade harder, firmer, shoving his face into the bark, “and yet you’re the one insulting me while I hold a blade to your throat.”

He spat onto the tree. “Am I supposed to fear a silly, little female with a blade she doesn’t know how to use?” 

You laughed bitterly. He never had known when to shut up. That wagging tongue of his had gotten him into trouble more times that you could count.

And you didn’t care to hang around and hear him spew utter nonsense. 

Your foot, a second time, flew up to kick right between his legs. He immediately released a whoosh of air, biting out a groan. But you weren’t finished with him. 

You released his arm from your grasp – only to then slash right through skin and muscle and tendon with your blade. The scream that roared from your brother’s throat echoed through the trees, sending birds skittering into the sky. 

“Maybe I should slice those hands off so that you never touch another female again.” You gritted out, your anger a living thing. “Or maybe I should go straight for your favourite part so that you can’t shove it anywhere, ever again. Which one will it be, brother?”

He was choking, gasping. “Bitch–”

“Which one?” You raised your voice, kicked him again. “Your hands? Or you cock?”

“Y/N.”

It wasn’t Zein’s voice that answered you. A stronger, firmer one that had emerged from behind you. Cassian. You ignored him, glaring down at your brother, poised to slice at him again. 

“Y/N.” Cas repeated, and a gentle hand landed on your arm. “Not today – you don’t need to face this today.”

He was right – somewhere deep, in the rational area of your brain, you knew that. That you’d be causing more trouble than it was worth to be dealing with your brother right now. Devlon would undoubtedly coin it an unprovoked attack and use it to strike back twice as hard. You’d be bringing trouble right to Rhys’s door.

So you spat, stepping away from your brother with one last kick to his ribs, “Count yourself lucky, you piece of shit.” 

Zein just groaned. Whined, like the pathetic little bitch he was.

“Get out of here, Zein.” Cassian commanded. “Now. Before I allow your sister to do as she pleases.”

Still whining, still groaning, Zein pushed to his feet. He grasped his arm, blood soaking his hand as he shot you a furious glare. 

“You’re going to regret that.” He hissed, before shoving past you.

“No,” You hummed, wiping his blood from your blade, “I assure you I’m not.”

He didn’t bother to reply as he stumbled out of sight, his wings tucked in tight behind him. And then it was just you and Cassian, the tension thick, heavy. 

His gaze was firm on you. “Are you alright?” 

You met his eyes, then…and they were…they were unreadable. An emotion you couldn’t quite place. Like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“I’m absolutely fine.” You said – and you were. Not shaken. Not rattled. Fine. You pulled away from Cassian, brushing past him. 

“Y/N–”

“No time to talk, Cass.” You called over your shoulder. “I need to get back to Velaris for dinner with Killian.” 

He paused. “...Who the fuck is Killian?” 

“He’s a friend.” You shot him a lazy wave. Emulated that swaggering, cock-sure attitude he’d given you two months ago. “See you around.”

His eyes didn’t leave you as you found your way to Rhys.

*

“Her name is Jaivy. She’s come into the shop a couple of times, now. She’s beautiful”.

You stared down at your hands. Callused and flecked with white scars from years of defending yourself. Proving yourself. The hands of somebody who was prepared to fight. 

Those same hands had sliced at your brother’s skin earlier that day – drawn blood and caused pain. And you felt…removed from yourself. Like you’d watched the whole thing from outside of your body. Not because you regretted it or wished you’d handled it differently, but–

But because you hadn’t realised how strong you’d become. How brave. How all that training you’d put in, pushing yourself to your limits at the top of the House of Wind through rain and sun and snow…it had wielded you into someone you’d always hoped to be. Strong…and no longer scared. 

You hadn’t quite gotten your head around it yet. Hadn’t quite acclimatised yourself to the fact that your run-in with Zein had actually happened – after all those years of torment. And you were the one to walk away unscathed. It felt…good. Bizarre, but good. 

“I think if she comes into the shop again, I’m going to ask to take her for a drink. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

You stared down at your plate of untouched food, barely hearing your friend’s voice as he chatted away. You were there and yet…not there. Your mind not entirely present. You twirled the fork in your hand–

And jolted as a kick landed on your shin. 

“Y/N.” Killian cocked an eyebrow. “Am I talking to myself here?” 

“What?” You blinked back at him. “No…of course not.”

“Then what was I talking about?” 

You studied him, searched your mind for the answer – came up blank. A groan left you as you placed your fork down. “I’m sorry. I’m being a bad friend.”

Killian was one of the first friends you’d made when you’d come to Velaris. A jeweller who worked for his father in the Palace of Thread and Jewels, he was an utter sweetheart. And clearly a much better friend than you were. 

He tilted his head, his blue eyes softening. “What’s on your mind?” 

With a soft sigh, the words fell out of you like they’d been waiting for a chance to escape. You told him – all of it. The reason your father had summoned you, your run in with Zein…even bits you’d never told anyone about your childhood. Perhaps returning to Windhaven, seeing it from fresher, stronger eyes, had rehashed some emotions that needed dealing with. 

“So that was that,” You slumped back in your chair. “I almost severed my brother’s arm.”

Killian’s lips twitched. “And threatened to sever his cock.”

“Right. And I think I would have, you know. I think I would have taken it that far if Cassian hadn’t stepped in.” 

“Sounds to me like it was only a matter of time before someone put your brother in his place.”

True. Killian was certainly right about that – but still. Your own strength had…shaken you a bit. Left you stunned by your own impulse. 

“You never need to go back to Windhaven. Your life is here, now, Y/N.” Killian reached over, squeezing your hand. “And you’re happy here, right?” 

Your eyes darted to the table. “I…am.”  

“...But?”

He knew you too well. You sighed softly. “But…I think I’m in love. With someone who doesn’t love me back.”

“Cassian, right? You talk about him a lot.”

Your cheeks heated, and you let out a groan, covering your face. Killian laughed softly from across the table, squeezing your hand again.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He said. “It’s sweet–”

“No. Nope. We’re not talking about this.”

“Is it the thighs? He has amazing thighs.”

You snorted, kicking him. “You are so annoying.”

“It’s definitely the thighs, isn’t it? Do you imagine riding those thighs?”

“Mother above. Be quiet and order some wine.” 

He grinned – your friend grinned, mischievously, endearingly – and you knew he’d achieved precisely what he’d intended. To bring a smile back to your face. 

And no matter what…if all else failed, you’d always have Killian.

*

The two of you shared a bottle of wine, and then you took a slow walk home through the cold, crisp streets of Velaris, your arms linked together. Whether it was the wine or the company, the weight on your shoulders that the stressful day had left was lifted – for now. 

Hopefully, you’d be able to fall into your bed and sleep without issue. 

“She’s a dancer.” Killian was telling you all about his new fancy, Jaivy, as he strolled beside you. “I’m going to go and watch her in the Rainbow soon.”

You couldn’t help but smile. This Jaivy sounded exactly what Killian needed. He was clearly smitten – that much was obvious in the way he’d spent thirty minutes describing her green, green eyes. 

“Do you think I should bring flowers to give her after her performance? Is that a thing? Or would it be too much? Or maybe chocolates—whoa–”

You barely had a chance to respond as Killian grabbed you and hauled you to the side. A huge, black mass flashed above you–

And then Cassian was landing right in front of the two of you, his boots thudding against the bridge that stretched over the Sidra. 

In front of you – and Killian – he looked huge. Menacing. He’d folded his arms, lowering his gaze on the pair of you. Killian seemed to notice it, also, as he tugged you back a step. 

“Leave.” Was all Cassian said, his eyes on your friend. 

Killian blinked. “What–”

“I need to speak with Y/N. Leave.” 

“Cassian.” You snapped. “Don’t be fucking rude. He’s walking me home.”

Cas’s eyes slid to you. Softened. His voice was quieter as he said, “I just—need to talk to you.”

You stared back at him, studying his face for some clue as to what this was about. But he was guarded, closed-off. You could have sworn, though, that vulnerability flashed in his eyes.

Beside you, Killian cleared his throat. “It’s fine—I’ll leave you two.” He turned to you. “Only if you’re okay with it, though.” 

You hesitated…contemplated refusing and pulling your friend straight past Cassian. But something in his gaze made you give a resigned nod. “I’m okay. You go on.” 

And then Killian – Mother bless him – looked to the Illyrian general in front of him. Straightened his shoulders out and lifted his chin as he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.” 

Cassian didn’t bother to glance at him, or away from you, as he replied, “She will.” 

With a light squeeze of your arm, Killian let go of you and carried onward. You waited, watching him walk to the end of the bridge – where he then glanced over his shoulder at you.

And most definitely smirked. And most definitely mouthed the word thighs.

You snorted, glancing down. Cassian seemed to be studying every bit of the interaction, his eyes narrowing on Killian’s back as he strode off, soon swallowed up by the darkness. 

“What the hell was that?” Cass asked. 

“Nothing.” You brushed past him, rubbing your arms. “I want to go home. I’m cold.” 

Before you could take another step forward, you were swept up, your feet lifting from the floor. Your entire body lurched as Cassian shot into the skies, his wings flaring and flapping, his arms warm around you. You ground your teeth, stopped yourself from spitting a remark. Ridiculous. Your apartment was only a few more minutes away.

But within seconds, he was banking and landing right in front of your building. You barely spared him a glance as he gently set you down and you dug your key from your pocket. 

Your huge studio apartment was pleasantly warm. You breathed a sigh of relief, kicking your shoes off and not even acknowledging the huge, winged male that followed you inside. Your feet carried you straight over to the kitchen area, and you could feel Cassian lingering, watching you as you began to brew tea. 

“...I can’t exactly talk to you if you won’t even look at me.” He eventually said, leaning against the kitchen island. 

A flash of anger rippled through you. You chucked a teaspoon into the sink, whirling around to face him. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” 

His jaw ticked. “Why.” 

“You didn’t have to be rude to my friend.”

“That friend had his hands all over you.” 

“Fucking hell, Cassian, I was holding his arm!”

Cass’s eyes shuttered. He seemed to inhale a slow, careful breath, and exhaled it before he dared to open them again. Tried to force calm onto his face and smooth out his deep, furrowed brow. 

“Look, I’m sorry–”

“It’s Killian you should be apologising to. Not me.” You shrugged. “What does it even matter if he was touching me?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to fucking touch you but me! Okay?!”

You blinked at him, his outburst causing every word, every thought, to eddy from your mind. Though his voice was loud, there was somewhat of a weak quality to it – strained – like he’d been holding onto those words for a long, long time, and could no longer keep them in.

Slowly, you swallowed. Stared at him. “That isn’t fair, Cassian.” 

His eyes shuttered again. “I know–”

“No.” You interrupted. “You don’t. You don’t know. You know nothing about how you made me feel that day two months ago. I tried to be vulnerable with you and you smirked. Just like you smirk at every fucking female. And you walked away from me. You don’t know at all.” 

“Y/N.” He opened his eyes – looked at you, tears glistening. 

“The way you looked at me—” You swallowed, tamping down your emotion as your voice broke. “The way you looked at me after we had sex…for a split second, you seemed as vulnerable as I felt. And I thought that maybe…maybe there was a chance that you could feel the same way that I do. That you could love me like I love you—like I have always loved you since the first gods-damn time I ever saw you. But you walked away.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “You have no idea how—I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You can have sex with anybody, Cassian.” You shrugged weakly. Half-heartedly. “Fly down into the centre of Velaris and there’ll be a whole host of males and females alike that would invite you to their beds. You didn’t need to use my feelings to find your pleasure.” 

You stepped away from the kitchen – forgot all about your tea and brushed past him, just…just wanting the entire situation to end. To go away. For the conversation to be over, and for him to leave. Maybe, with enough time, you could get over your feelings for him. Maybe—

His hand landed on your arm, stopping you in your tracks “You’re wrong.” He said quietly. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I know you have a very poor sense of self-worth Cassian, but believe me, you’re a highly sought-after male–”

“Not about that.” He moved to stand in front of you. “About me. About my feelings. If you really think it was just about sex, you’re completely and utterly wrong.” 

You stared up at him, meeting the hazel of his eyes. He was such…such a large presence in everybody’s lives. The one full of witty remarks and booming laughter. The one who hid his vulnerabilities and insecurities with charm, with confidence. 

But he may as well have been half your size, right then, with how utterly unsure he looked. None of the cock-sure mask he usually paraded. He was…small. Vulnerable. 

Your mind went quiet as you rasped, “You never gave me any reason to think otherwise. You pretty much acted like we hadn’t had sex.” 

“I know.” He swallowed – hard. “Because I was scared.” 

He seemed to sense that you’d calmed slightly. That you weren’t so at risk of storming away from him and leaving him to see himself out of your apartment. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out, brushing his fingers over your hand. When you didn’t draw away, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“Can we just…sit down?” He murmured pleadingly. “And talk about this?” 

You studied him. And perhaps it made you a fool in love, but…you nodded. Allowed him to tug on your hand and pull you over to the sofa. 

You sat cross-legged, allowing him to adjust himself into whatever was the most comfortable position on a sofa that most definitely didn’t accommodate his huge, beautiful wings. Once he’d tucked them in and angled himself towards you, he grabbed a cushion, wrapping his arms around it – something to occupy his hands whilst he bared his soul.

“I was scared.” He said again, clearing his throat. “Because I’d been doing so, so well at staying away from you.” 

You watched him – watched his fingers toying with the edges of the cushion – allowed him to figure out his thoughts, his words, on his own.

“I used to see you around Windhaven—whenever I visited. I found myself watching you a lot, and wanting to talk to you…but I knew that your family were trouble, and that I would make it worse. I didn’t have any authority to step in and help until you asked—and I can’t tell you how relieved I was that day that you approached Rhys and I and asked us to help get you out.” 

Your eyes dipped down. Such strength it had taken for you to seek out those two powerful Illyrians and ask for their help – knowing they were the only ones who could truly get you away in secret. And they hadn’t hesitated, not for one second. For that, you’d forever be grateful.

Cassian frowned, squeezing the cushion tighter against him. “But you seemed so…defeated—downtrodden, by the way they’d treated you. I wanted to help you, to be around you…to know you. But every time I went back to Windhaven, there were murmurings about where you’d gone, who you were with. Your brothers were convinced you’d run off with a male, and I knew — I knew if they ever scented you on me, if they ever worked out I’d helped you…that I cared for you…they would find some way to strike back. Perhaps not straight away. But they would wait for any opportunity, and they’d strike. And you would get hurt. So I decided to just…keep away from you. Not have anything to do with you. And it wasn’t easy, believe me.”

All that time you’d spent convinced that he didn’t like you…and he’d really just been trying to protect you all along. You swallowed, not knowing what to say. 

“And then Nesta invited you to train with us.” He choked a breathy laugh. “And I thought…fuck. There go my plans to keep away from you. And I was glad you were training, don’t get me wrong…glad you were showing some zest for life. But I thought that if I was rude and harsh with you, maybe you’d stay away from me. At least far enough away that I didn’t have to worry about our scents mingling. I thought if you got too close, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. And I was doing so well…” 

Your eyes flicked to him. “Until?”

“Until that morning you turned up late to training and I snapped at you. I noticed right away that you were running late, and I overheard Nesta and the others joking that you were up late fucking some male. My anger had nothing to do with Devlon or Windhaven — I was just jealous.”

“Cassian.” You sighed. “I was late to training that day because I’d stayed up the night before to finish a book.”

He shook his head, frowning. “I knew I was being irrational. Even if you had been fucking someone, I had no right to feel put out by it. I’d kept you at arm’s length and been a prick to you, quite frankly. And I knew I should just leave it — that you deserved to find someone. Certainly someone who wasn’t a bastard-born brute. But I couldn’t help myself…couldn’t stand that I’d placed the hurt that was in your eyes when I snapped at you. Which was why I approached you at Rita’s that night we were there. And I really did intend to just…apologise.”

Your cheeks heated as you glanced down again. But then Cassian was reaching out, lifting your chin. 

“I got jealous…again.” He studied you, his fingers brushing your cheek. “I saw you about to leave with Ryckard…and not only did I know you’d regret going with him, but I couldn’t stand the thought of you moaning another male’s name. I wanted it to be my name. And I couldn’t stop myself when I was stood in front of you. I had to taste you. Selfish, I know.”

“Well.” You mumbled. “I wasn’t exactly complaining.”

His lips twitched. “No. You most certainly were not.”

“But…why, Cass?” You shook your head. “Why…when you knew I wanted you, and you’d crossed that line, did you push me away again?”

He blew out a deep breath. “Out of panic—panic that I’d crossed a line I’d drawn myself. And fear…I cannot tell you how fucking scared I’ve been. You know as well as I do what our kind are like. How Illyrian males believe they have ownership of their females. And it’s not exactly like I’m well-regarded in Windhaven. If your family found out that you meant anything to me…” He shook his head, eyes flashing. “I tried to get myself to keep away, but I caved so quickly. I knew, when you didn’t show for training, that you wanted me to come for you. And I didn’t have the restraint in me not to do just that. I knew I was coming here that day to be inside you. I guess I really am an Illyrian brute through and through.”

“Stop that.” You frowned. You pulled his hand from your cheek, holding it in yours. “You’re nothing like them, Cassian — nothing. What happened that day in this apartment…I only want that kind of intimacy with you. Nobody else.”

“I know.” He whispered, eyes shuttering. “And I shouldn’t have walked away. But when you said I could have you…I knew there was no going back. That I’d completely changed things. That it was about more than just sex. That I loved you. And I thought if I didn’t walk away then, I was going to get you killed.”

It was only then that you became aware of tears spilling down your cheeks — tears brought on by a whole host of things. By the way he saw himself…how he was so utterly down on himself. By how he’d been fighting with his thoughts and feelings for so long. 

By the fact that he loved you. That he was actually saying it. 

You cleared your throat, wiping your eyes. “So what’s changed, Cassian? Because who my family are…I can’t do anything about that. I don’t want to live my life in fear of how they’ll react to my choices. I specifically left Windhaven to get away from that.”

“I know.” Cassian nodded. “And it was only today — when I saw how you handled your brother — that I realised I’ve been scared for nothing. I realised you can handle yourself — that you’re strong. That if they struck, you’d strike back ten times harder. And why should we live in misery when that’s exactly what they want?”

For a long while, you just…stared at him. Took him in, in all his brilliant beauty. His hazel eyes were soft, his lips — for once — not smirking. None of the bravado he usually wore. He was just Cassian. The male you couldn’t stay away from. The male you loved.

And did it excuse how he’d previously treated you? No. But you could understand…understand that a combination of his lack of self-worth and his innate need to protect you had combined and manifested in ways that had ended up hurting both of you. 

But surely you’d both been through enough. Surely you both deserved happiness. 

“That strength you saw today…” you hummed softly, tracing a finger over his hand, “that’s all thanks to you. The strength, the courage—all of it. It came from training with you. I didn’t even realise I had it until I was threatening to mutilate my brother.”

Cassian’s lips twitched, but he shook his head. “No—-it was always there. You’re naturally strong. Naturally brave. The training just…honed it.”

You laughed gently, and a moment of silence, of peace, followed it. Just the two of you staring down at your joined hands, a feeling of understanding settling between you.

“So.” Cassian eventually breathed. “As much as I don’t deserve it—do you think we can move past it all? Start fresh—together.”

“You deserve it more than anyone, Cass.” You inched closer. “And yes. We can.”

He genuinely looked like he might cry. But he shut his eyes before the tears could form, and leaned forward to press his lips against yours. 

The kiss was…sweet. Gentle. Not a searing kiss in the back alley of Rita’s, or the angry kiss he’d pressed against you that day he’d fucked you against the sofa. It was…caring. Loving.

You pulled away, playing with his hair as you studied his face. “I love you, you idiot.”

“And that makes me the luckiest male alive.” He stared back at you. “I swear—I’ll never take it for granted again. I’m going to make sure you know it — that I love you.” The tender expression flashed to a wolffish grin. “Even more so since watching you kick your brother’s ass. When I tell you I’ve been rock fucking hard ever since—”

You snorted. “I don’t know whether that should disturb me or turn me on.”

“I’d personally prefer the latter.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

It was clear he had already found out, from the way his nostrils flared, breathing in the scent of your arousal — just like you were breathing in his. A tantalising mix of musky smokiness that had you literally fucking salivating. 

“I’d quite like it,” You met Cassian’s darkened, hungry gaze, “if you fucked me — and stayed afterwards.”

A purely male growl ripped from his throat, and in seconds, he’d hoisted you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’ll stay tonight, and the night after that, and the one after that—as long as you’ll have me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the words, but any attempt at a breathless response was swallowed hungrily when he dipped his head down to catch you in a scorching, searing kiss. 

You imagined it would always be like this — a burst of passion between two twin fires that were just as burning, just as hungry, for one another. Cassian was a constant, impassioned inferno of wild strength and courage, and you could meet that head-on — because you’d never been weak. Ever. It had just been about fanning those flames of power that had always existed inside you.

He was kissing you — devouring you — as he held bruisingly onto your thighs and stumbled backwards into your bedroom. The backs of his legs hit your bed, and he allowed himself to fall down onto the mattress, pulling you right on top of him. 

“As wet as the sight of you in these leathers makes me,” You husked, and Cassian groaned, “I want them off. Now.”

He leaned up, his lips pressing against yours. “Anything for you.”

The room was full of panting and bruising kisses as you tore at each other’s clothes, discarding them around you without a second glance. 

And then Cass was sprawled out on your bed — entirely naked. Entirely gorgeous. His cock standing to attention, his golden skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. His wings flaring around him brilliantly.

The sight was utterly breathtaking. He was utterly breathtaking. A vision. You wished you had Feyre’s artistic ability so you could paint him in all his stunning, naked glory. 

“As much as I love you looking at me like that,” Cass swallowed, “get over here and ride me until I’m hoarse.”

You swallowed, your stomach coiling tightly. Your skin brushed sensitively as you moved over him, every inch of your body alert. There were so many things you wanted to do — so many parts of him you wanted to taste, parts of you that you wanted him to taste, but…later. There would be time for that later.

You met his eyes as you wrapped your hand around his cock, your lips twitching as he hissed between his teeth. You pumped him once, twice, and then slowly pushed his head through your folds, gathering up your wetness. 

“Fuck—please.” Cassian’s teeth gritted.

“Hmm?” You hummed, your breath catching as the head of him rubbed against your clit. “What do you want?”

With an animalistic growl, he grabbed you by the hip. Just slightly — just enough to lift you. Enough to make room for him to grasp the considerable length of him and align it with your centre. He met your eyes as he bumped against your entrance. 

And you bit your lip as the head slipped inside. Held his gaze as you slowly, slowly, sank down onto him. 

It seemed like ages before he was fully seated inside you. And the position…it was so much deeper than when you’d had sex with him before. So much more intense. Like you could feel him in every part of your body, filling you up, completely and utterly yours. 

“Gods,” Cassian’s hips jerked. “You feel fucking incredible around me, you have no idea.”

Oh, you knew. Because it was shattering you just as entirely. You lingered there like that, allowing yourself to adjust to him, to bask in the feel of him. 

And then you began to move. 

There was no denying the twin gasps that left the two of you as you began to roll your hips in slow, languid movements, feeling every part of him in every part of you. Your eyes shuttered, and you threw your head back, sure that if you died right then, you’d die in pure bliss—

“Look at me,” Cassian growled — a pure command. His hands fastened on your hips, and he guided you, his fingers biting into your skin as you moved faster. “Want you to look at me.”

So you did. You opened your eyes, met his gaze. Something about the pure, heated hazel had you shuddering, your lips parting, brow furrowing in complete, unadulterated pleasure. 

“So fucking beautiful.” Cass hissed. He sat up, thrusting up into you, the angle closer, deeper. 

“Gods.” You gasped, sure you may just split in two. “Fuck—Cass.”

“You’re mine.” He purred into your ear through gritted teeth, his hand palming at your ass. “And I’m yours.”

You could have come undone at that declaration alone, you were sure. Because this was no longer just about sex — but love, too. And you showed him that.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, finding the perfect rhythm that had him sliding in and out of you, so slick, so wet, your skin slapping against each other. You wanted to feel this way forever. His other hand came up, brushing the scarred, ruined remains of what was once your wings, and something about his tender touch undid you entirely. You ground yourself down on him, gasping as he hit deeper inside you than ever. As your clit rubbed against him.

“Fuck—I can’t—” Cassian choked. He grasped hold of you, flipping the both of you in one fluid movement. 

You’d barely landed on your back before he was yanking your hips up and slamming into you—hard. Relentless. His wings flared out around him — an invitation. One that meant more to you than he could ever know. 

It was as he pressed a thumb down on your clit, the callused skin causing the perfect friction against your wetness, that you reached out and ran your fingers over his wings. And you felt his cock jerk deep inside you at the touch. Like he had absolutely no control left of his body, he threw his head back, choking on a strangled groan. 

“Gods.” He slammed harder, faster, his thumb working magic against you. “I’m gonna—I’m so close.”

And gods, so were you. So close to completely disintegrating beneath him from the pleasure. 

He thrust in once, twice, three times — right to the hilt. Right until he was pushing up against a delicious, forbidden spot inside you. You shuddered — or maybe he did. You weren’t sure which pleasure was yours and which was his. 

But one more scrape of your hand against his wing told you exactly which pleasure was his. He roared in a way you’d never heard before—and you came just as he stilled inside you, spilling into you.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. And neither could Cassian, it seemed, as he stared down at you, panting. He was still twitching inside you, his warmth filling you. And as he gave a few slow, languid thrusts, drawing out your pleasure, his eyes shuttered. 

“Gods.” He whispered again, swallowing hard. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

Slowly, he pulled out of you, and you bit your lip, savouring the feeling. Cass studied that look on your face, a soft smile playing on his mouth. 

“We have all night, love.” He said. Leaned down to kiss you.

You brushed his hair from his face. Pulled back just enough to study him. “So you’re staying.”

“Forever.” He kissed you again. “You can’t get rid of me, now.”

You were sure you must have been glowing as you smiled up at him. He kissed your lips a third time, and then your nose, your cheeks, your forehead. 

With gentle movements so out of character for him, he scooped you up, and laid back on the bed with you, tucking you into his side. His wings enveloped the two of you, cocooning you from the rest of the world. 

For a while, you laid like that together — happy, content. Cass’s hand rubbing indolent circles into your back. Your hand tracing the sculpted muscles of his chest, his stomach. 

It was after a long stint of silence that he pulled back to look at you, an inquisitive expression on his face.

“I’m curious,” He murmured. “What did Killian mouth at you earlier — on the bridge?”

You immediately snorted, ducking your head and pressing it against his chest. Your shoulders shook with laughter.

“Well?” He pinched your waist, a smile in his voice. “What was it? I don’t need to be jealous, do I?”

“If anyone should be jealous, it should be me.” You lifted your gaze to his, smirking. “He has a thing about your thighs. We may have been discussing them.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow — and then his signature Cassian smirk tugged at his lips. 

“Well.” He grinned wickedly. “Maybe he isn’t so bad, after all. He clearly has impeccable taste.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting his chest. But you couldn’t help matching that grin with your own, basking in the feeling of how easy, how right, this was. To laugh and joke with him. To love him. 

“Shut up and fuck me again, you ass.” You said. 

His eyes flashed, his smirk growing. “Of course, sweetheart.”

And he did just that. Again and again.

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[radiance1]

Hello people.

Using this from Herald of Seasons drabble, and this here reply from the wonderful @percyisawesome

So I'm gonna say that the Herald of Seasons title Vortex gave his little guy was split between Danny and Phantom, Danny getting Spring and Summer and Phantom getting Fall and Winter. Because of that I'm gonna say that both of them like the rain and snow as a little flavor thing :3

So Danny still gets dropped kicked out of the zone to DC by a ghost who didn't want a living person in the zone, who then gets beaten up by Vortex for putting his hands on his little guy, and Danny brings along the seasons and stuff.

Except that Danny can't easily guide Fall or Winter as he could Spring or Summer, because that wasn't his role, that one fell to Phantom. But he still does it because, well, Phantom is there to do those things, he's still in the DP dimension., even though it puts some strain on him to do these things.

So he meets Batman, gives him a snowflake (accessing the power of ice is easier than guiding Fall and Winter), and then leaves hoping to encounter him next Spring. Then Phantom manages to find his way to the DC verse and he kinda, well.

He kinda fucks shit up.

You get Winter, and you get fall, you get winter and on and on. Sending chaos to the balance that Danny tried to create and when he's made aware of it, he drops what he was doing to go and put it back into order and Phantom's already gone to spread more cold.

This, obviously, gets the attention of the Justice League due to sudden change in the weather all over the place. So, they get to investigating, find it to be someone deliberately changing the weather, and quite violently at that.

Batman instantly thinks back to that child he met, proclaiming himself to be the Herald of Seasons. The boy didn't seem to be the type to do this based on their conversation, nor how he waited for the rain to finish before calling forth snow.

Batman doesn't want to jump to any conclusions yet, but he'll keep note of the information, and also shares it with the rest of the Justice League just in case.

Danny is kinda running himself ragged trying to clean up the sudden changing of Seasons, for every Fall and Winter he reverts back to Spring and Summer, another takes its place. Eventually, the Justice League manages to crack down on Phantom's location, and pulls up to stop him from continuing this unnatural weather changing.

Phantom takes one look at Batman, and instantly guns for him because of that snowflake he has hiding in his suit. Unfortunately for Phantom, there's some heavy hitters in the Justice League, as well as Justice League dark who pulled up because this was an incident of magical capacity.

So Phantom gets hold in check, and the JL just sees a child meta that's the source of everything going on here, and, while fighting, try to talk him down from all of this but Phantom?

Phantom just does not care. He goddamn hates humans, because all they want to do is try to capture and tear him apart under a light, so he decided to destroy them first before they destroy him, hence the massive and violent change in weather.

Just as a massive Winter is over the city they were fighting with and the Justice League getting more and more convinced that they can't communicate with Phantom. It suddenly becomes lighter, the storm, I mean.

Danny appears.

He's finally caught up with Phantom, who was causing an imbalance in nature that he established and tried hard to keep. Checks on Batman because hey that's his friend, and also tries to talk Phantom down.

He gets farther than the Justice League, and the storm gets lighter and lighter, the area almost coming back to its natural season, until communications broke down because Phantom got shot at.

Who? Why none other than the GIW, of course! They followed him to the DC verse, and Phantom's recent actions only reinforced their views on ghosts.

Unfortunately, Danny becomes the focus of Phantom's rage and faces the brunt of the attack to do being so close, he thinks that Danny, a human is allied with the GIW, and even if he felt familiar he couldn't care anymore because the men in white lied, the girl who called him her brother lied, the one calling themselves his friends lied and the ones who called themselves his parents lied.

Danny lied. Phantom didn't know why he cared so much, but it just hit harder than any other time.

Humans always lie.

So Danny gets injured, and a fight breaks out with the GIW trying to get both Phantom and Danny. Because the boy was obviously also a ghost if he was able to talk with Phantom.

Unfortunately for them, the JL puts a stop to that.

Phantom is on the full offensive, while Danny is on the defensive. Mostly because Danny doesn't really, fight, magically at least. He knows martial arts, but Phantom does as well, and Phantom due to being a ghost is physically stronger than him, so he would have to resort to magical might, rather than physical.

Unfortunately, due to his usual use of guiding rather than forcing as Phantom did and also because Phantom used his powers to fight and fend off the GIW, he doesn't have as much experience with fighting with the elements.

So, he's mostly reacting here, rather than acting.

Even worse when he's injured as well. Eventually, Phantom escapes, and Danny gets taken to get medical attention in the League base by Batman.

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[zorosbeau33]

Storm~ Sanji x Genderless Reader Timestamp

❖ One Piece, Sanji x Genderless reader

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Just a little something that came to mind while I was searching for inspiration~

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Drip drip drip, the rain pattered the windows of the Sunny interrupted only by drop-

“Luffy you break my plate again I break your face!” Snarled Sanji unbeknownst to either gentleman, a lone figure was braving the storm outside. The ship bobbed in the harbor as waves rolled under its hull, the figurehead at the bow almost imperceivable in the torrential downpour. Yet standing at the rail not far from the carved lion you stood, Nami’s voice calling somewhere below decks falling deafly on your ears drowned out by the punishing droplets and wind. 

It would not be Franky to notice first but Chopper's soft question to Robin at the dinner table that would draw the attention of the rest of the crew. His high voice asking sweetly where you had gone, shouldn’t they wait for you to start dinner? Sanji’s neck nearly broke as his head snapped up. Dropping Luffy and Ussop on the floor he looked around in earnest, heart jumping into his throat. 

“Where are they?” A frown crossed his face, worry sending his fingers to his pocket drawing out yet another cigarette. “When was the last time someone saw them? DAMMIT-” 

Before Robin could answer that you’d simply wanted to watch the lightning dance out over the ocean Sanji had kicked the door open. 

“HEY BE CAREFUL OUT THERE IT'S STORMING!” Yelled Franky getting up to grab the door as the wind and rain held it open to the dark night. “HEY CRAZY COOK-” “Let him be,” Chuckled Zoro “Love chef is looking for his lover there's no stopping him.” Indeed within moments Sanji had found you, yelling something unintelligible he yanked you into his arms trying to cover you in his jacket to stop anymore rain soaking you to the bone.  “HEY YOU-” He couldn’t call you an idiot but the fright he had gone through in those few minutes praying you had not gone overboard was enough to make him tremble. “Come inside you’re going to get sick like this what were you thinking mon amour?” His gentle chastising was spattered with reassurance that he had you. And indeed no protests or explanations were heard by him as he carried you back inside and straight to the bathroom. You had scared him half to death and he was sure to tell you that. As well as tell you how you were still so beautiful dripping wet like this. Eventually he would calm down, and be able to hear you as he got clean clothes and warmed them for you as you bathed.

“Watch the storm? From outside? What if you got struck by lightning or washed overboard?” But despite his worry he would eventually bundle you up in a blanket and carry you off for a piping hot bowl of soup. “Fine if it means that much to you we can watch it together next time, I’ll buy you the nicest rain jacket money can get in the next town. Anything for you my love just please don’t frighten me like that again?”

There would be many needed kisses and reassurance that you were in fact okay and safe the entire time. Warm hands running all over your body, he would spend the night wide awake fretting over you even as you slept in his arms. And when you woke up with a cold he would do everything in his power to nurse you back to health, swearing he’d never let you out into such weather again…Although the smitten cook would find himself in a month or so breaking such promise as he held you tight on the deck of the Sunny watching the sky open up over the ocean in a cataclysmic fashion. But he had you so soggy and cold, he was still happy to stand there for however long it made you happy.

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[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 7

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6

Taglist : -

@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff , @fluffy-koalala , @swivy123 , @starxao , @kaoyamamegami , @kimura-uzuri , @rsvye , @seikouryuu , @just-here-reading , @matsulovesyou, @sincerely-aaronette , @prettyliliy, @chibiduck

To anon who posted about reader being injured from battle, i'm sorry but you'll have to wait a little longer until i find out what the heck is going on with my tumblr.

Authour's note :

And i'm really sorry for being gone for quite a long time. I was feeling under the weather and i had a lot of things on my plate recently ! But now that i'm okay now, i'm bringing you a new chapter !! I MEAN, HAVE YALL SEEN THE NEW KAFKA COMPANION QUEST ?!?!? ITS SO GOOD AND I ONLY SAW SNIPPETS OF IT HELPPPPP (Obviously there will be a chapter dedicated to the companion mission hheheheheh)

"You are a star that fled home, aren't you...? An outworlder, some would say." a tender feminine voice voiced out.

A masculine hum resounded from behind the female. "Yes. That's right." he said, his coarse and calloused hands caressing her beautiful soft hair with a resin comb in his hands.

"Do you suppose I would've had a different name should I be born in your homeland ?" the innocent female voice asked back, the horned lady turned around to meet tender red eyes.

"I suppose that may be the case. But why change your name ? Dan Jia is a perfectly beautiful name." the male asked back, his hands stopping from running them through those beautiful locks.

"But I suppose...if you want another name, your name would be..."

"(Y/n)..." the tender voice whispered.

And everything warped from her eyes, as if someone had wiped away the drawing of a beautiful scenery before her. And in its place, was a storming day, where left and right was surrounded by lifeless bodies of knights and Mara-struck soldiers.

She ran and ran and ran, gripping a crystal fan tight in her hold. (Y/n) didn't know where she was headed. Her heart was thumping, her head was pounding, but she never stopped running.

She just followed her heart, letting it bring her to wherever she was heading in this dream. It seems that she knew she was supposed to run somewhere, but where...?

No matter...keep running.

And in the distance, was a puff of smoke. It was puffing up in the sky, contaminating the air with its burnt smell, accompanied by the musty smell of rain.

The rain was hindering her sight, but she kept pushing on.

Snippets of pictures came to her mind. Everything was just...happening too fast. She barely remembered anything. It was...so blurry. But she could feel everything.

A body of a man lied lifeless on the ground, being held by another man tenderly in his arms, his back facing her.

Even her current self knew who that was, lying in the embrace of the Imbibator Lunae.

The dragon's fangs bared in her heart the moment she saw the limp body of the one she loved. The one she was about to tie herself to. The one she promised that no matter what, they would be together, for as long as his short life promised them.

The claws dug into her heart, as it teared at her inside out with fury and pain. She had never felt such powerful emotion running through her veins. She had never been this overwhelmed.

She remembered she saw herself swinging her fan. With fury running through her veins, she kept attacking, enemies were being frozen, then broken to the ground like broken glass and sharp icicles.

She couldn't remember much after that. And before long, she was holding the body of her fallen beloved in her arms. And as she still felt the pain in her lower back, it was nothing compared to the searing rage that was bubbling from her chest as it formed tears in her eyes.

"The elixir....it failed, sister." the Imbibator Lunae woefully whispered out. And despite the heavy rain that showered, his voice was as clear as day.

Memories resurfaced in her mind. Dan Jia was looking through the archives with the fallen, and stumbled across a scroll. A scroll of forbidden knowledge. That scroll had indeed gone missing a few days later, and she was heavily penalized for it.

And it all made sense to her.

They had taken it, now knowing its position when the young lady had accidentally pulled it.

"Please Dan Feng ! You must do it. We cant leave him to die ! Not like this ! Please, take my bone marrow !" a familiar female voice sobbed, holding the body close to herself.

"We cant leave him to die. Not when it was our fault to begin with !"

Right. They were both held accountable for what has transpired. This all happened because she showed her lover where it was, although he was forbidden from ever stepping into the archives.

She should've protected the scroll with her life should she known what were the two planning to do today.

The guilt of Dan Jia was so strong, even (Y/n) could feel it, herself crumbling to her knees and sobbing at the memory.

"I..." he whispered. He looked sorrowfully at the body of the man before them, growing lifeless as they spoke. Then he nodded.

"I understand. For you, I shall endure all punishments." Dan Feng replied, daring not to look at his sister who was weeping over the loss of her lover. For it was partially his fault for lending the man two hours to scour through the archives, to search for the remedy of death.

"Please...when I reincarnate, give me this jade pendant. It shall remind me of who I was and who to find..." she said, taking off a single jade pendant from her belt, and handing it to him.

Her memory began to blur even more, static filling her ears, and it was as if she was looking at an old screen...

Dan Feng took the pendant from her. And all she remembered then...was the teal eyes of her brother, the smell of the rain, the grey skies...

And the burning pain that ripped through her back without warning.

And the searing sensation that tore through her chest.

Her body fell, eyes beginning to blur even more.

Dan Feng stood above her, those teal eyes...colder than the ice she could ever dream of conjuring. And in his hand...was a chunk of white bone and a beating heart.

Though she had no power left, no energy left, no will left...

Those sweet words from her brother...wasn't meant for her. But for the lover that rest in between them.

(Y/n) screamed as loudly as she could, though nothing came from her lips.

"(Y/n) !"

(Y/n)'s eyes snapped open, her heart beating like crazy. Her forehead was sweating as her chest heaved up and down.

Warm and concerned honey colored eyes gazed into her own, worry swimming in them as the bearer leaned over her laying body, hands holding her down by her shoulders. Then one of the hands moved and cupped her cheek, taking in how cold she was at the moment.

"J-Jing Yuan..."

"Are you alright...?" the lion quickly interrupted, as he slowly pulled (Y/n)'s hand, letting her sit upright, trying to let her get more oxygen to calm down.

(Y/n)'s head was swimming with horror and realization. What she had just witnessed...was too vivid to be a dream. Too familiar to be a gore fantasia.

Those were her memories. Memories of her past. Before she called herself (Y/n).

"You were screaming in your sleep. I tried to wake you up, and you finally opened your eyes, (Y/n)..." Jing Yuan softly whispered, his hand holding her dainty own as another hand rubbed her back.

"(Y/n)..." the warm voice of her memories called out before the nightmare begun. That deep voice. The voice of the beloved swordsmith.

Her eyes filled themselves with uncontrollable tears, biting down her lip as she relived those horrible...horrible memories.

The man in the alley...and her beloved in her dreams...

Were the same person, had she not realized sooner.

Was that why she had a strong sense of longing...?

(Y/n) bent down, putting her face in her hands as she began to sob. Everything was beginning to feel too much for her. Everything was coming back too fast to her, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

Jing Yuan was a little surprised at her sudden breakdown. But who was he to complain...? Who was he to say anything when he didn't understand what was going on ? He could only rub her back soothingly as he put his lips close to her ear.

"(Y/n)...what happened...? What did you see...?" he spoke, as (Y/n) nodded, wiping away her tears.

"I saw...everything. Snippets of my past...my death..." (Y/n) said, looking up at Jing Yuan.

"It hurts...it hurts so much...how could...how could he pull out my heart ?"

Her back hurt, but her chest even more. It was as if what she had just seen in her dreams, had just relived that moment.

"(Y/n)...princess..." Jing Yuan softly said, as (Y/n) looked at him with those pained and traumatized (e/c) eyes. With only that description, he knew exactly what she saw.

He raised a hand, and caressed her silky (h/c) hair. He was conflicted, unknowing what to do in this situation, for what he had hoped to avoid for the most came back to her in times where she wasn't ready.

"I...I thought I was punished...?" (Y/n) asked, her hoarse voice scratching through her throat as she talked. Jing Yuan moved his hand to cup her cheek, wiping away those broken crystal tears that ran down (Y/n)'s face without her controlling them.

Jing Yuan didn't know how to explain this. But he thought that it was only right she knew bits and bits of herself. When the time was right, he was sure that he would tell her everything. But now...? The dragon girl before him was bawling her eyes out, having seeing horrific things, feeling them.

"Your punishment...was your unlimited sleep and losing your privilege as a former High Elder for losing the heart. You were gravelly injured when I found you. Even after we returned you to the shell...you never woke up. It was odd, really." Jing Yuan said, his voice soft as to comfort her.

"Honestly we didn't know when you would wake up, since it seems that your power was abruptly taken away from you. Your body couldn't handle it, and you fell into a deep sleep. Even when you hatched after years of resting here, you...were still this size. Though you no longer had the injuries you once sustained, and it seemed that the egg just...healed you." Jing Yuan replied.

"That's enough for now, princess. It's all in the past now. We can talk later in the morning. Can you sleep ?" Jing Yuan kindly asked with a smile.

(Y/n) shook her head, as she gripped the sheets that covered her lower body. She looked like a little child, really. With how she was pouting, trying to recollect herself that everything that happened was just in the past.

Jing Yuan couldn't help but chuckle as he saw (Y/n) like that. He lifted his hand, and pet her hair soothingly. "I know just the thing that might help you."

The general walked down the hallways of his large estate, tenderly holding (Y/n)'s hand. He was still a little tired, and the darkness of the hallway was more than enough to rouse his sleepiness. He was called the dozing general for nothing.

Turning around a corner, he brought her to a room. And as he opened it, it was a large and spacious bedroom. It was tidy, minus the disheveled sheets, the clothes strewn across the ground, and the number of scrolls that littered one small table in the corner of the room. A glaive was set high on the wall, his personal choice of weapon for years he passed through.

It was his personal bedroom.

"Come in, princess." Jing Yuan said, comfortingly, pulling her hand in. As he shut the doors behind him, (Y/n) was standing there, admiring the deco of his room.

"A-are you sure it's alright for me to be here...? Wouldn't anyone be...suspicious...?" (Y/n) timidly asked, her hands together as she looked at her long-time friend behind her.

She regretted, as a furious blush crept up her cheeks by the sight behind her.

She had never realized this before since she was in a state of shock and trauma, but she never really took in the appearance of her friend. He was wearing a loose silk robe with a simple red belt around his waist, tied loosely with a bow by his side. Though it was beautiful, fitting his muscular form perfectly, running over his toned muscles like water, the fact that it was just a loose robe with such little security, meant that his chest was wide open for her to see.

He stood there, with a knowing smirk on his face as (Y/n) was watching him stand there in all his half-naked glory. There wasn't anything for him to hide, rather there was much for him to show. That toned six pack he usually hid behind his attire was there right open for her precious innocent eyes to feast on.

"J-Jing Yuan ! Have some decency !" (Y/n) exclaimed, facing front immediately, a hand over her eyes to cover her from the quite revealing sight she was just exposed to.

Jing Yuan merely let out a hearty laugh, as he got closer to her petite form. His large hand went to her hair, admiring the silky strands that hung from his calloused fingers with a soft gaze in his golden eyes before he leaned in to her ear.

"Not to worry, princess. You shouldn't be ashamed to see something I wasn't meaning to hide~" he purred deeply into her ear, laughing again as he saw her face grow redder by the minute, up to the point where the tips of her ears had turned red.

"No no, I didn't mean to do that." he said, walking away from his flustered companion and walked to the corner of his room, where there were clear sliding doors.

Jing Yuan opened the door, revealing the view of a beautiful and spacious oriental garden, enclosed by the other walls of the estate. It was hard to see, but with the light provided by the moonlight, she could see all the plants and pathways that were manicured and shaped to form this traditional art. Small lion statues were placed around, along with little bridges that crossed over small streams.

"Mimi~!" Jing Yuan called out from his door. (Y/n) was on the floor, seated on the matted floorings of Jing Yuan's room, admiring the garden before her. That was before her (e/c) eyes were met with shining sapphire eyes with slits.

"A...lion...?" (Y/n) asked, eyes blown wide by the majestic creature that appeared before her. Jing Yuan laughed as the beast came to the wood platform, moving aside to let her in.

The lion, of Mimi as Jing Yuan called, pranced right in, as it was a norm for her to appear in her master's room. She looked curiously at the woman who sat close to her master's feet, slowly approaching the woman in a curious way.

"Hold your hand out to her like you would a kitten, (Y/n). Don't worry, Mimi never bites." Jing Yuan said, smiling warmly at the interaction between his companion and the beautiful dragon lady.

So (Y/n) did as she was told, holding her hand out to the majestic creature. Mimi tilted her head slightly as she approached the woman that had no fear towards her, her muzzled close to the small hand. It was so small, it was smaller than Mimi's face.

Mimi took one sniff with her black nose before she pounced on the dragon lady. (Y/n) yelped loudly as the lion leapt on her, her tail whipping in the air affectionately as she pushed (Y/n) to the ground, purring like a cat.

"It seems that she likes you !" Jing Yuan said heartily, sitting on the ground next to (Y/n) who was laughing and running her hands through Mimi's majestic snow mane. Mimi loved (Y/n) so, rubbing her large face against (Y/n)'s face, like a companion that had long last seen their master.

"I brought you here to play with her, if you couldn't sleep. So, spend the night here. I'm sure no one would mind, knowing who you are." Jing Yuan said, as he stroked Mimi's back.

"Are you sure ?" (Y/n) asked, looking at Jing Yuan from the floor, her beautiful strands of (h/c) hair, disheveled on the floor, shining silver beneath the moonlight like the most precious silks. He picked up a few strands from those beautiful locks gently in his hands, leaning down to kiss them.

"I'm sure. You have nothing to worry about. When your on these grounds, you shall be safe from all harm." Jing Yuan whispered, as (Y/n) began to get distracted when Mimi demanded more attention from her by resting her entire bodyweight on (Y/n).

"I promise you, my princess. So do not worry, and play and laugh to your hearts content. Sleep so soundly and sing so cheerfully, as if you have no other care in this world."

Jing Yuan smiled as he watched his princess laugh so melodiously as she played so carefreely with his feline. He had never seen her smile so freely, so enchantingly as she bathed beneath the pale moonlight.

He would do anything to protect that smile on (Y/n)'s face.

"You look troubled, Bladie. Are you sure seeing her once is enough...?" the voice of a beautiful woman rang through the deserted docks.

The man who was previously looking at the moon turned to look at his companion, who had unexpectedly awakened from her slumber as he stayed up.

"Being able to hug her once...was more than enough for me, Kafka." Blade quietly responded, surprisingly calm even after seeing someone so closely related to his past.

"Are you alright ? No feeling of the Mara stirring up in you ?" the woman asked, as she sat next to her companion who held something in his hands in his lap as he sat crossed legged on the ground.

"Surprisingly, no. Seeing her makes me calm. Honestly, I never thought I'd be able to see her, ever again. Not after how I saw her..." he responded quietly, trailing off as he refused to say it. Then, he unfolded his fingers from their tight grasp. And there, was a pair of beautiful glass earrings.

"If its stirring up again, what are the chances of it calming down once you see her ?" Kafka asked, taking a simple guess as she glanced at her partner in crime.

"She has always been...calm. Jia. In the native language of Xianzhou, it means home." Blade said, looking down at the earrings he once made for a beloved once. He turned up, looking at the moon, the same moon he knew she was sleeping peacefully under.

"And that's what she has always been. My home."

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x you #hsr x you #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x you #blade x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you

[my-love-is-sunlight]

Frozen lake

Sanji x gardener!reader

Warnings: None just fluff y’all already know, fem reader

Word count: 1,398 words

Summary: In which you and Sanji ice skate in a lake. This is from my series of gardener!reader but can be read as a stand alone.

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Truth be told you hated cold weather, I mean naturally since you were a being of bloom, sunlight, warmth and freshness. Cold weather made all the trees shed their leaves and plants lose their color, everything seemed to lose life, and so did you

You stood with a cape over your your sweater, mittens, fluffy boots and earmuffs shaking uncontrollably at the breeze that seemed like it just wanted to make its way trough your garments “Goddammit we really had to stop here?” You cursed at your captain’s wonderful idea to wonder around the snowy island, so you offered to stay and look after the ship to try and ease your cold but it wasn’t working at all. And to make it worse you were all by yourself, how fun.

You had tried everything to stop shivering but nothing seemed to warm you up, so you decided to at least enjoy the snowy view out in the deck. You looked at the nearby lake, frozen completely at winters arrival, glistening in the few rays of sunshine that seemed to sneak trough the cloudy sky. You had never witnessed something like this in your life since your home island was hot almost all time of year, curiosity made its way trough your thoughts, could you we able to ice skate in there?

“MY LOVE!”

At the distance Sanji waved your way, big jacket on with a huge bag pf shopping that hanged from one of his shoulders, nose red from the cold breeze how cute, you thought. What was he doing back so early? You approached the other side of the deck and examined him as he walked to the ship, but he seemed just fine.

Sanji grunted as he let the heavy bag hit the floor “Hello sunlight” he smiled as you approached him “Sanji why are you back so soon?” You asked as you fixed his jacket “Did you forget something?” The cook let out a small giggle “Just wanted to see your pretty face” he said while squishing your cheeks together “Besides, I know how much you hate cold weather so I thought I’d keep you company”

You helped Sanji put the groceries away as he explained what every new seasoning tasted like and what he could prepare with them. You loved listening to him talk about his passion, his eyes would glisten and his heart felt full as you listened attentively, he would explain every detail and answer all your questions, you’d always take note of stuff you could use even though Sanji would never let you move a finger around his kitchen “I’ll prepare you a hot chocolate my love, then I’ll get started with dinner prep” he said before looking for the ingredients.

As much as you loved hot chocolate more than anything in the world, the idea of Sanji working on his free time didn’t thrilled you, you walked closer to him holding his gaze so he would listen “I was thinking of doing something more fun!”

“Are you sure about this, sunlight?” Sanji walked behind you as you struggled your way through the snow “Yea! I’ve never ice skated before but not gonna lie it looks so fun” it was true tho, as out of character for you as it sounded, the thought of slipping through the cold ice under your feet sounded intriguing and like a good time. You were fascinated by the power of winter, how it managed to transform a warm fresh lake into a big ice cube was so mind blowing, with one finger you touched the cold surface making sure it was solid enough to stand on it, a cold shiver overtook your body at the motion “It looks safe but we still have to be careful” Sanji said while holding your hand, scared you may slip and fall on the frozen lake.

Using your powers you were able to mimic the sharp edge of ice skates with strong branches under both of your boots, you made sure it was sharp and strong enough to skate before standing on the lake. As you slipped trough the ice you started to regret your brilliant idea, keeping your balance was harder than you had expected, you held onto Sanjis hands while he stood outside the ice to keep you steady, he found it absolutely endearing how your hands grew vines to keep you secure in him and how you looked like a baby deer learning how to walk “Okay my love you have to let go slowly, I’ll skate beside you to make sure you don’t fall” of course this man was good at skating, had you seen him fight? He wasn’t black leg Sanji for nothing. You took a deep breath and started to let go of the cook, slipping ungracefully through the ice, you felt lighter and like at any false move you’ll fall on your face “There you go! Now do this” Sanji demonstrated how to move so you wouldn’t just go slipping without direction, hesitantly you moved your legs and began to make your way trough, one of your hands still looking for the blonde for support every time you felt like falling.

When you finally got hang of it, Sanji took both your hands and skated in circles around the lake “Wait sweetheart, too fast!” You exclaimed “Don’t worry I won’t let go” he smiled kindly, you knew Sanji would never do something to endanger you but still being in a situation where you didn’t had control over your movements panicked you. After a while you started to have fun, giggling and following Sanji around, you would lose balance every now and then but it suddenly didn’t mattered if you fell over because you were enjoying the moment “I’m a professional now” you joked while catching up to the blonde “Actually I’m really surprised how easily you got the hang of it sunlight” he looked so proud of you, but more importantly he appreciated how you wanted to spend quality time with him doing something you might dislike, it melted his heart “The student betters their master” you said with a grin while you skated faster and left him behind, but it seemed you spoke too soon. You miscalculated a turn and fell on the cold snow out of the ice, Sanji felt his heart fall to his stomach as he rushed your way “Y/N! y/n are you hurt?” But his worry quickly faded when you started to laugh out loud, a genuine infectious laugh “I guess I’m not that good after all” you said between giggles.

The sound of your laugh made the blonde cooks heart swing, he had never met someone with a laugh like yours, hearing it felt like being bathe in sunlight or having a sweet beverage under the clearest skies. He still wondered how someone like you existed, someone that enjoyed life so much and thanked whatever force of the universe had put you in his path “It surprises me how you manage to look stunning even while falling” he smiled while he offered his hand to help you get up, you took it but instead of getting up you pulled him in making the blonde fall on the white snow, making you laugh even harder.

Sanji had never been around someone that treated him like this, with such playfulness and never afraid of what he may say or do “I guess snow isn’t that bad after all” you said before rolling over and positioning yourself on top of Sanjis chest “But I still prefer feeling warm” you got closer to his face and kissed his red cold nose, when you started to back up the cook positioned his hand behind your neck to keep you from doing so “My darling, I could live in the hottest pits of hell or in the coldest place on earth if it meant spending my days by your side” he whispered before collapsing his lips with yours which you happily welcomed.

“ARE YOU GUYS PLAYING IN THE SNOW WITHOUT ME?” Luffy screamed in the distance which made you both flinch “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” this was the last thing you heard before your captain literally catapulted himself in your direction and crushed both of you while laughing.

Truth be told you hated cold weather, but with Sanji any weather was perfect

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Fun fact I actually am really good at ice skating lol this was sooo fun to write, if you have any specific scenarios form me to write lmk! As always feel free to correct me if I made any mistakes English is not my first language

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Galletita ║ ⓞⓝⓔ๏ⓞⓕⓕⓢ

part of a small fic exchange with random mutuals :)

This is for you, my dearest Beefro! Hope you enjoy!

| GALLETITA | main masterlist | PAIRING(s): chubby Javi P x fem!reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT:  5.2k | CONTENT: big boi Javi P is hungry and a little cranky, you like to bake and Javi likes to eat, belly kink, feeding kink, probably bad Spanish, we’re playing fast and loose with timelines, canon, and everything in general, so just forget about timey wimey boo boo wah wah and enjoy the story lmao

| SYNOPSIS: Your sister and brother-in-law have enlisted your help with their small business while they await the birth of their first baby. You help with the cafe and find yourself face to face with a new customer whose appetite might have met its match in you.

It had been a rush to open up on your own at the last minute, but your sister couldn’t exactly be blamed for going into labor in the middle of the night. You’d anticipated this eventuality, but manning the entire store on your own for the next couple of hours felt as daunting as if it’d never been considered at all. She and your brother-in-law had brought you down here almost a month ago to help out with their small cafe before the baby arrived, and you had spent most of your time helping out with anything to shoulder the more physically demanding tasks, leaving her with things like manning the register so she could rest on a stool for most of the day.

They only had two other part-time employees, and only one of them was available to come in today around noon, which left you on your own for what felt like an eternity. Thankfully the rain provided a deterrent for many customers, and you held out hope that nobody showed up until someone who actually worked here was able to come help out. You hadn’t heard any updates about your sister’s labor, but there were plenty of things to do to keep your attention until something came through.

The little bell above the shop door rang out the announcement of a customer’s arrival. You quickly smooth over your apron, pat down your wet weather frizzy hair, and walk towards the front counter.

“Good morning! What can I get for you today?” you offer up in a rushed, pleasant voice.

The smooth, deep tone that replies aligns with the gorgeous man it belongs to. Brown hair mussed every which way, a neatly trimmed mustache that frames a pair of plump lips, broad shoulders balanced out with a soft middle pouching out against a light blue button up. Thick thighs stretching the denim of his worn jeans. By the time your eyes travel back to his face, he’s looking at you expectantly with a hint of a smirk. Heat floods your face when you realize he said something you missed entirely because you were too busy ogling.

“Sorry,” you stutter out in a nervous laugh. “O-One more time?”

The handsome customer almost renders your brain into complete mush yet again when his big brown eyes soften into something patient and, hopefully, flattered instead of annoyed with your distractedness. “I asked if you had any kind of dessert type foods. Bakery down past the corner lost power. Saw your cafe sign on when I was driving back and figured I’d give it a shot,” he explains simply with an easygoing sort of confidence that made your knees feel jittery.

“Oh. Right. Yes, we have power,” you assure him. His eyebrow ticks up in amusement as you both take in the overhead lights and sound of machinery running. His lips twitch as though he’s holding back a wide smile - and probably a laugh at your expense. 

“What I mean is, uh, yes. We have a few options, but we mostly focus on coffee based drinks.” You wave broadly at the barely stocked glass case. “I, um, I didn’t quite get it all filled up. Busy morning.”

“Busy, huh? Figured the rain might keep people away,” he observes as he looks over the sparse offerings in the case.

“Yeah,” you agree in a breathy sort of hum. Why on earth could you not stop staring at this man like you’d never seen a male human before? You give yourself a little grace by insisting the hectic night and busy morning have made your brain a little fried. He stays still except for his eyes, which flick over to you with that sparkly sort of warmth you feel you could get used to very quickly.

“See anything you’d like?” you ask, trying desperately to get yourself back on track.

His grin breaks free completely and makes little crinkles around his eyes. “I’m open for whatever you recommend, sweetheart,” he shoots back, smooth and heavy like molasses.

Your face goes from slight confusion to embarrassment  when you realize your choice of wording probably sounded incredibly forward, and it goes into full-fledged mortification when you realize his reply was even more so. He only smiles back warmer, and you feel frozen to your spot, only released when he breaks eye contact to look at the case again.

He chuckles low to himself, but you only catch something that sounds like “linda.”

“My name’s not Linda,” you correct in some sort of autopilot reply. When he bites his bottom lip down in a quiet laugh, you very nearly excuse yourself to the back.

“My apologies, sweetheart. Rude of me to not make proper introductions. I’m Javier. Javi, if you like.”

Your hand floats up of its own accord to meet his, and you think you give him your name in return. You’re not really sure anymore. Maybe you were more exhausted than you thought. You manage to get through enough conversation to direct him to the cookies you’d made yesterday as well as a few pieces of banana bread. He picked a random assortment, and you began to box it up when he held a hand up. 

“Just gonna sit here for a bit and try a few if that’s alright,” he smiles. “Not in too much of a rush to get back out into all that mess.”

You say of course and stay as long as you like and try to make yourself busy with things around the shop so you don’t embarrass yourself anymore than you already have. You watch as inconspicuously as you can from the corner of your eye as Javier downs two cookies, half a slice of banana bread, and a few sips of his black coffee like it was nothing. Your chest felt light and jumpy watching him dive into your baked goods. You were far from a professional, having just heavily dabbled in cooking and baking as hobbies when you had the time or the money, but you’d taken to prepping baked goods for the food case since you arrived to help out.

Javier seemed to appreciate your efforts in full as he munched quickly on each bite. You could see the soft bugle of his tummy over his belt while he sat eating. You wanted to reach out and touch it so badly, to see if it was as soft as it looked or as sensitive as you imagined it would be. It was noticeably rounder the longer he sat and ate.

The already snug pull of his shirt buttons was more pronounced each time he bent forward slightly to sip on his coffee. His waistband sat lower than he was probably used to because he kept fidgeting with it. You wish he’d just undo his belt if it was pressing into his stomach and making him uncomfortable. Frankly, you wouldn’t mind if he undid it all and let his body bow out and breathe easy while he ate and got more of a curved, satisfied middle.

You jump at the sound of your phone going off in your back pocket, and you hastily answer when you see your brother-in-law’s picture fill up the screen. “Hello? Is everything alright? How’s she doing? Is the baby here yet?” You do a little jumpy dance when your brother-in-law shares the news of the latest member of the family making their debut. Baby and mom were both happy and healthy. You shoot Javier an apologetic look when you notice him watching you curiously. He grins and waves you off as he tucks into whatever sweet treat was lined up next.

You pace around the cafe and try to retain all the information being relayed, but between the rain and the busy hospital it was a bit difficult to hear. You were so focused on listening to your call that you hadn’t heard another customer enter the shop. In fact, you didn’t even realize anyone else had come in until a firm, annoyed tap landed on your shoulder. You jerk away in surprise and motion to the phone. “I’m so sorry, my sister just had a baby. I’m getting the update about it. I’ll be with you in just a second,” you promise in a whisper to the impatient customer. He’s tall and thin with a clean-cut suit and haircut to match. Your entreating smile has no effect whatsoever as his face remains cold and annoyed. 

“Half the block is out of power, and the only coffee place I can find in this fucking storm won’t even serve people? Fucking typical,” he bites out, gripping his hips with large, tense hands. “Hurry it up, will you?”

You’re so caught off guard by the rude interaction that you’re stunned into silence. Just as you get your thoughts together enough to tell this guy to fuck off, he rounds on you again. “My boss is going to wring my neck if I don’t bring him some fucking coffee, and some of us have real jobs that we care about. Can you get off your stupid personal call and sell me a cup of coffee?”

When you don’t answer quickly enough for his liking, he plucks your phone out of your hand and hits the button to end the call. He snaps it back into your hand and holds his arms open to his sides. “Was that so fucking hard? You got enough brain cells to rub together to ring up a few cups of coffee, sweetheart?” he sneers.

The scrape of a chair across the cafe is all the warning this harassing asshole got before Javier roughly shoves him into a table, knocking said asshole as well as a couple of chairs onto the ground.

“Get the fuck outta this shop. If you step foot in here again, I will personally see to it that you are arrested for trespassing, harassment, stalking, assault, and whatever else I can think to put on the charges. You understand me?” Javier’s back and shoulders are puffed out and ebbing with heaving pulls of angry air.

The rude customer scrambles onto his knees and feet, reddening quickly from embarrassment. “You can’t just put your hands on people, man!” he squalls. Despite the challenging demeanor, the man slowly takes several steps backwards and away from you, edging closer to the entrance. “Maybe I should have you fucking arrested for putting hands on me, huh? How about that? You think your girlfriend is gonna be impressed when you’re sitting in county? All because you wanted to impress her? You fucked with the wrong guy—”

Javier takes a measured step forward and swings an uppercut into the man’s gut. He doubles over with a groan and grabs at the entrance to hold himself up. He sputters and coughs, bug-eyed with alarm, before scurrying out of the shop.

“Jesus,” you mutter under your breath. It had been a while since you’d been in a retail environment, and you’d forgotten how awful the general public could be, especially towards service workers.

Javier turns to you once he’s sure the man has left for good and gives you a quick inspection, satisfied with your unscathed state, but still asks if you’re okay. You give a quick nod and thanks. 

“You know that guy? He ever been here before and given you trouble?” he presses.

His voice is so stern and pointed, you answer immediately that as far you knew it was the first time the asshole had ever graced the walls of the shop. He dips his head a few times in acknowledgement. “How long are you here alone?” he probes. You don’t stop to consider how he’s so confident that you’re in the shop alone. Instead, you reply quickly to his commanding voice and words. He glances at his watch and makes a sort of grimace. “That’s still some time between now and then,” he muses aloud. He puckers his lips in thought and relaxes a hand onto his hip, leaning casually to one side and somehow still maintaining that confident control of the room.

“If it’s alright with you and wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, I’d like to hang around until it’s more than just you holdin’ down the fort.” His eyes are softer now, like they’d been earlier before the belligerent customer had come and disrupted everything, but you can see the imploring weight behind them. Please just say you don’t mind that I stay for a while so you’re not left here alone.

“No, of course not. Of course I don’t mind,” you half laugh at the idea of not wanting him around. “Just don’t feel obligated or anything. I think you got the message across to that jerk loud and clear.”

You grin a little, and Javier mirrors the expression with a lopsided one of his own. “Well, alright then.

I’ll keep outta your way until cavalry arrives.”

True to his word, Javier settled back into his seat after righting the chair and table he’d knocked over during the scuffle, and you might forget anyone else was here with you in the shop if it had been someone who wasn’t so devastatingly handsome, broad, and protective. You kept stealing quick glances his way and offering up more treats “on the house” for his help if you noticed his plate was empty. After the fourth round of treats, he sighed  and rubbed his ever protruding belly. “I’m fit to pop, sweetheart,” he groans.

“Oh, come on. One more cookie,” you appeal. You shoot him a bright, encouraging smile as you extend the plate of cookies to him. He breathes out a laugh and shakes his head but still accepts one last cookie.

“Damn things taste so good. Everything tastes so good. I’m really  in for it now that I know about this place,” he laughs.

You chuckle and shrug as you absentmindedly sink down into the chair opposite him. “Well if you have anything in particular you like, I can try to find a recipe and make it. The regulars would probably like something new in the rotation,” you reason.

“Chase off one asshole and you get preferential treatment, huh? Not a bad deal,” he teases. 

You giggle and clench your hands where they lay resting in your lap. It’s part giddy nerves at the way his crinkly smile and flirtatious demeanor make your belly feel warm and tingly. It’s also partly getting flustered once you realize that you’d invited yourself to sit down at his table and started pressing him for menu ideas. He seemed like a nice guy, and that’s probably all this was: just a nice guy doing a nice thing. He hadn’t signed up for all of this when he stumbled upon your sister’s little cafe.

“You really make all the food yourself?” he asks. He looks thoughtful and maybe even a little  impressed.

You wave off his unspoken compliments and explain that you’ve taken up the task from your brother-in-law since you came to stay and help out. You admit that it wasn’t very hard to convince him as it wasn’t usually in his wheelhouse to prep any of the food. That had always been your sister, who shared an affinity for baking and cooking with you.

“So, got any ideas for me?” you ask in a hope to get the conversation away from yourself.

The line of his mouth curves until a soft, shallow dimple forms on his cheek. “You’re really gonna make somethin’ just for me?” His voice dripped in a deeper, honeyed drawl that made warmth spark and erupt between your thighs.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

He laughs to himself and rubs a thumb along his lower lip, which isn’t helping with how badly you want to throw yourself across the table and nip at it. After a moment in thought, he nods his head once and says, “Biscochitos.”

You blink a few times, completely dumbfounded at what word just left his mouth. “Biscuit Cheetos?” you repeat in confused whisper.

Javier snorts and covers part of his laugh with a cough. “I’m sure you could make a hell of a ‘Biscuit Cheeto’, but I’m talking about the cookie I grew up eating a lot of. Biscochitos.” He pronounced it slower this time, and you parrot it back correctly.  He gives an appreciative hum at your efforts. “Sound real pretty sayin’ that.”

Your face heats again at the center of attention circling back to you. You wave him off again and look away. “I’ll agree it’s a lot better than ‘Biscuit Cheetos’,” you snort. You sit in a charged silence, fidgeting and squirming under Javier’s steady, calm gaze. He leans against the wall and crosses his arms lazily. His air of confidence was warm and firm in a way that made you feel at ease and electrified all at once. He studies you for a moment and grins again.

You feel like you’re trapped in his charming web, but you’re not exactly a fly struggling to escape. You might not mind being up next on the menu. He certainly  looks like he enjoys a good meal. You excuse yourself to get back to work and pack up some cookies to go once he leaves. All too soon the other employee shows, and your quiet time together is over. Just as you resign yourself to some internal pouting that this handsome stranger turned knight in shining armor was probably never to be seen again, he slips you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on it. With a wink and a “gimme a call once those biscochitos are out in the case, mi galletita” he strolls out the door.

You immediately take your 15 minute break and start scouring the web for recipes.

Javier didn’t know which was harder to give up: smoking, booze, or women. All of his past indulgences felt a little heavy handed now that he was mainly doing consultation work for police and government agencies. He’d settled back in Texas to be closer to his family, closer to the home he’d gone away from with dreams of making the world a better, safer place. While he doesn’t much feel that he’s made a difference, he still tries to politely skirt the heaps of praise and compliments most shower him with instead of shutting them down with the truth of just how fucked up each and every facet of the law was in its own way. 

Still, he had bills to pay. He had a spitfire mind and drive that needed quelling. The first thing he’d given up was smoking. It hadn’t been the uphill battle he’d heard about from so many others. Then again, he really only craved a smoke after he’d been in the company of a beautiful woman. That had sorted itself out as he was no longer hitting the pavement day in and day out, and the pick of female coworkers was an HR nightmare on top of slim pickings. 

He wasn’t meeting up with informants and tipsters down at random bars or restaurants or wherever else, and all his fountain of vices seemed to naturally dry up - at least in terms of what triggered his attention to them in the first place. 

However, Javier had found himself a new hobby that he didn’t have to worry about hiding, scheduling, or monitoring. Food. He could eat at his desk, little snacks tucked into his drawers. His car was good for a quick bite any time he got into it. The guys around the office went out for lunch more often than not, and there were plenty of places to eat around here. It’s how he’d found his favorite bakery. That is, until the storm had knocked their power out and led him straight into your sister’s quaint little cafe. You’d struck him in a way he hadn’t seen coming. He hadn’t found himself too concerned with women or fucking something warm and wet for a while now. Much too enamored with his latest adventures in becoming a “foodie” or whatever it was that the secretary had called it.

He hadn’t gone back to that former favorite bakery since he’d happened upon you. A comfortable, familiar smile crept onto his face when you’d called him a few days later after that fateful firth meeting. You sounded flustered and excited to let him know “his cookies” were ready. 

It’s no wonder his mouth had formed the nickname for you as he left the shop that first day. Mi galletita, my little cookie. God, you were such a sweet thing. When he went to see you first thing after work, you beamed at him and looked all the brighter when he legitimately moaned into his first bite of the biscochitos you’d made. He was almost embarrassed about it until he saw how much you took it as a compliment. He liked making you feel good about yourself. After visiting you week after week - sometimes more than once a week - he’d begun to hope that he might be able to make you feel good in other ways, too.

Your sister and brother-in-law were back into the mix now, and he was starting to worry how much longer he’d be able to just walk in and see you. You’d lit something inside him that had him coming back to see you again and again, like a magnet inching too close to another and having no choice but to be propelled together. He didn’t care too much for how you were closing a lot at night by yourself, no matter how many times you assured him it was safe.

Just like that first day you’d met, he felt a need to look after you and make sure you were taken care of. After all, you’d been doing the same thing in your own way. He’d put on more weight since you started plying him with all sorts of confectionary treats. His pants dug into his waist by lunchtime every day, but he couldn’t keep from gorging himself on all the delicious things you made with him in mind. He’d been fit and active once upon a time, but between the desk job and your baking, the seams of his clothing were hanging on by a weak thread in some places.

But, just like your delectable offerings, Javier just couldn’t get enough of you.

The shop had been closed for almost 45 minutes now, and you hated to think of all the ways you were holding Javi up while he waited for you to finish shutting everything down and prepping for the morning shift. He’d taken to sitting with you on nights that you closed, quietly reading something to himself as he patiently waited for you to complete the tasks around the shop. It had been a hectic day that put you behind, but the sight of Javi eating cookie after cookie and rubbing his expanding belly appreciatively made it all worth it.

When you tell him you just have a little bit of paperwork left in the back, he’s slouched down into the chair to ease the bend of his waist into his tight pants. He doesn’t turn you down when you offer for him to keep you company in the back. He sighs as he settles into the couch in the back office. You eye the pouching bits of his stomach that have spilled over his jeans and lick your lips. You love that something you’d made for him - something you’d put so much time and care into - had resulted in a satisfied tummy.

The couch huffs and puffs as much as Javi does as he tries to find a comfortable position. You turn to look at him, and his expression morphs into a somewhat embarrassed face.

“Ate too many cookies, and now my fat ass can’t even sit comfortably,” he grumbles.

You fight internally over whether or not to suggest the obvious: undo your belt and pants. Instead, you opt for the softer lob of a suggestion. “Here, lie down and stretch out a bit. That should help.” You get his head propped comfortably and slide his jacket away from him. He looks more at ease, but you know what would make him feel really good. Your hands travel down his chest slowly. “And, um, I think that…. this could help, too.”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, your fingers are gently unfastening his belt and jeans, and his stomach bulges out when it’s finally free from the confines of his constricting clothing. He breathes out a heavy sigh of relief, and his entire body slackens a bit. “See? Told you it would help,” you say quietly. You trail your fingertips through the thatch of brown hairs at the top of his underwear. His eyes snap open and find yours, pinning you with a searching, fiery look.

You gently curve the palm of your hand over the taut swell of his stomach, and he groans when you rub soothing motions across it. “Poor belly is so full, Javi. Feels so tight. Does it feel good when I rub it like this?”

He whimpers and nods when you apply firmer pressure, and you continue rubbing for a few minutes. “Makes me so happy to see you eat all the cookies I make you. I bake them just for you, Javi.”

His tongue slips over his lower lip when he groans again. “Know you do. Too fucking good to me.”

“I just wanna make you feel good, Javi,” you breathe. Your hand starts to travel lower. “Can I do that? Make you feel good?”

He watches you with fixed adoration and nods. You drag his pants down to mid thigh and gasp at the sight of him. Belly rounded and protruding from stuffing himself with your cookies. Thighs thick and strong. Cock half hard and dribbling from the tip. Your head is between his legs before your nerves have a chance to distract you. The sound you draw from Javi with a few kitten licks across the underside of his cock makes your head spin. You vacuum your lips around the tip and rub his stuffed belly as you start sucking.

He lets out a pained moan and guides your head faster, bobbing up and down on as much of him as you can take. He pulls you off with a loud grunt. “Hermosa, my stomach,” he hisses. You pushed too hard against his sensitive belly while you worked him with your mouth.

“Sorry, Javi,” you apologize in a soft hush. You lean forward and press soft kisses to his belly in a show of contrition. 

His chest vibrates with a low, approving hum. ‘That’s okay, galletita. Let me have a turn, yeah?”

Despite his bloated middle, Javi moves with relative ease now that it’s not cinched beneath a waistband. He stands and bends you over the desk. He’s freed you from your lower garments in what feels like seconds. You know he’s on his knees between your legs, but your hips still jerk in surprise into the cool edge of the desk when you feel his damp breath fanning over your bare pussy. “Still hungry for you, galletita.” A gripping hitch of breath lodges in your throat when he starts licking into you.

Javi’s appetite for your confections paled in comparison to the famished frenzy happening between your thighs. Strings of warm wet something slide down your legs as your climax quickly approaches. His large hands spread you open for his devouring, and the next sharp suck on your clit has you shaking against the desk. Your lax body is pulled backward, head turned to the side to meet Javi’s mouth. He eats into you again, tongue and spit and the taste of yourself spreading.

You reach blindly behind you and around Javi’s belly to guide his cock into you. He lowers you onto the desk once more to adjust himself deeper into you. You moan when he props his belly onto the curve of your ass. It frees up the space he needs to drive himself to the hilt, and you sputter and squeak at the size of him.

“Yeah, you like my big belly, huh? Got somethin’ else that’s big I think you’ll like,” he chuckles.

Your mouth juts open in a silent yell when he grips onto your hips and fucks into you. Your hands fly backwards to clench onto his as he cleaves you in two.

“Breathe, hermosa, breathe,” he reminds you. You instantly gasp and heave out the breath you’d been holding. “You like all of your man to be nice and fat, huh? Big fat belly and a big fat cock, too, huh?”

Every stroke wiggles his belly on top of your ass, and there’s no sense in denying how much you love it. “YES, JAVI,” you cry out. “WANT YOU SO BIG. YOU FEEL SO BIG FOR ME.”

He pants with the effort of his thrusts. “Can feel you tightening up again. You gonna come again for me? You gonna come on this fat cock? Gonna come on this fat cock while your ass is trying to hold up this fat belly?”

Your eyes slide into the back of your skull as your whole body seizes up. Javi  drives himself sloppily into the pitches of your cunt, gripping and choking him with your orgasm. His frenzied question of where? lets you know he’s close. So close that he doesn’t hesitate at all when you tell him to come inside you. He groans like he’s in pain at the desperate plea for him to fill you up.

“Aahhhh–fuck— my little—aahhh fuck!–galletita wants to be a mommy just like her sister, huh? Want me to come in you and put a baby in there, hm?”

You’re too strung out on your high to coherently answer, and it’s extended by the guttural moan of Javi as he starts to spill inside of you. So often a smooth talker, the transition of Javi’s dirty talk to this vocal, unhinged symphony is a pleasant surprise. You soak in every hiss and groan and whimper. He doesn’t quiet until he’s caught his breath, although the slump of him against your back leaves very little room for him to take a deep breath.

You stumble when he pulls out of you and turns you around with your ass half hanging off the desk. He scoops his fingers through your spent pussy and gathers up the remnants of him leaking out. He brings it to your face, and you obey when he tells you to open up. He slips his cum covered fingers into your mouth and groans. He retrieves another scoop of himself from you and smears it across your waiting tongue.

“You feed me so good, galletita, I gotta make sure I feed you, too,” he grunts.

You swallow all of it down until you’re left with nothing but his bare fingers to tongue and lick and suck on. He lets his wet hand wander down to your stomach where he pauses. “Maybe I like the idea of you having a big round belly because of me, too,” he jokes. Warmth floods your face at the thought of it: Javi with a big round belly stuffed full of your cooking, and you by his side, the swell of your middle filled with the two of you.

I tried my best for you, @beefrobeefcal 💜

Here's the "pic" of Javi in the cafe (aka the edit I made for this fic lmao):

Merry Christmas, ♥Puddles♥

#javier peña #javier pena x reader #chubby boi #chubby!javier pena

[bluedandelion1]

Wukong cares about people. Macaque isn't a saint.

Alright, I've wanted to write this for a while, so here I go. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any typos.

I've been watching so many fananimations of LEGO Monkie Kid. They're all gorgeous, top of the top, excellent, chef kiss and I'm glad the fandom seems to be growing every day.

But I HATE how so many people have portrayed Wukong as an asshole who doesn't care about anyone. Love the animations, they're great but I don't think Wukong is the villain people make him out to be.

Now don't get me wrong, Wukong has made many, many, many, mistakes throughout his life. The thing is, people don't seem to realize that while he messed up, his intentions were good! "Yeah, right, then how is he such a bad mentor?" I'm gonna shut you up right there.

When MK first got the staff, he didn't know how to use it, I agree with you. But Wukong is a milennia old stone monkey who has gone through a lot on his life, getting stronger and stronger with each fight.

"Pfft, what about DBK? You can handle it! Consider it a trial"

That's what he tells MK when said boy asks him what to do with DBK, because for Wukong that fight is easy. He then reassures him that with enough confidence in himself he could take him on. He trusted MK since the first moment and even told him to consider it as a trial. He was evaluating MK during his fight to make sure he had picked the right successor.

And just in case and most probably noticing how nervous he was on his first fight, he kept an eye out on him to make sure to intervene in case MK needed help. Wukong already knew that MK was invincible before locking away some of his powers in the second episode, therefore he was confident that he would succeed. And even if he already knew he was going to defeat DBK, he still watched over him to make sure he wouldn't get hurt.

Following this battle, in the first episode "Bad Weather", MK doesn't call for Wukong's help. He's confronting Red Son when suddenly the staff acts on its own and takes him down to the ground and who appears afterwards? The Monkey King himself! Almost as if he had sensed that MK needed some help with defeating Red Son. Almost as if he had been the one to call for the staff so he could talk with his student. Again, he showed up on his own because he cares.

"Then what about that time he abandoned him?"

He didn't abandon him. To abandon someone is to stop supporting them, to give up completely in someone. Monkey King knew that LBD was coming back but he didn't want either MK or his friends to get hurt.

He's used to doing things on his own! I mean, on JTTW Wukong was always sent ahead to see if there were any demons that would kidnap Tripitaka. And even though he warned his companions numerous times that there were demons under the disguise of innocent people, they wouldn't believe him. So why should he tell MK and his friends that there's an enemy approaching? Every time he had warned other people of other threats, they had never believed him, so why should MK be any different?

I think that's one of the reasons why he didn't even try to defend himself when Pigsy snapped at him. Because he's used to taking the blame. What's the point in trying to do something right if you're going to be blamed for everything going wrong, regardless of how much you try to make it okay? He even tries to keep helping MK through his training with the astral projection throughout the whole season!

So, he searched for the map that would lead him to the rings of the Samadhi Fire, knowing full well that he could end up dying.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I thought if I could somehow get the Samadhi Fire out of you, without hurting you of course, then I could put it inside myself. Then, I don't know, use it to burn up the Lady Bone Demon or something?"

Let's remember that while it's difficult to hurt Wukong, the Samadhi Fire is one of the powers that could actually kill him. He was willing to risk his life so he'd be able to save not only the whole world, but his friends as well. Do you realize how crazy that sounds? To be willing to give up his own life to save the Earth?

He even says that he wanted try to get the ring out of Mei without hurting her.

Would someone who didn't care about anyone try to make something as painless as possible for the victim? I don't think so.

Alright, let's focus on Macaque now for a bit.

My biggest beef with this guy is that some people seem to paint him as the misunderstood character who never did anything wrong because "Oh, my best friend abandoned me and woe is me!". Yuck.

While Macaque has many good reasons to be angry at Monkey King, that still doesn't give him the right to kidnap and trick MK. It doesn't give him the right to taunt him and make him feel like shit, nor the right to manipulate him and make him think that he's not a good successor.

"Well, you know what that means! There really isn't anything special about you. You're just some kid with a heavy stick!"

Macaque knew that if he hurt MK, eventually Wukong would come out to save him, because he knows that he'll protect him. This is a little theory of mine, but Macaque manipulates shadows, right? Who knows how many times he's watched MK from them? Because I don't think his plan to steal MK's powers was something he thought of in just one minute. No, I'm pretty sure that plan took a while to be thought of.

"Ah, MK. You really are dense, aren't you? You saw a story about a hero who got handed everything? Who didn't have to work for anything? And you thought you were the other guy? The second the hero got real power, he couldn't care less about his friends. That's you, bud."

He tricked him into sharing his insecurities, knowing full well that MK was vulnerable and stressed out about the whole LBD situation, then blamed him for not caring about his friends. He made him doubt whether he truly cares about his friends or not or whether he was even a good person.

And we all know how hard MK's worked to try to get control of his powers, especially after he lost them when LBD took away his staff. MK can be a lot of things: optimistic, a bit smug at times, a bit forgetful... But if there's one thing I'm sure of is that he worked hard to control his powers. He even asked Wukong to limit them so he could control them better, knowing that it'd be harder but he still did it.

And let's take into account that Wukong apologized to MK for how he acted towards him. Macaque, still to this day, hasn't apologized at all. And yet, he keeps mocking Wukong and saying he's the same old Wukong, while he himself is still stuck in the past.

I get that Macaque is angry at Wukong, I really do. But if he were really so angry against him, maybe he should've brought it to Wukong himself instead of using MK. He isn't a saint. He's made mistakes as well. These two are very complicated characters who have gone through a lot, but neither of them are blameless. Macaque isn't a saint, but he does care about some people. And although Wukong has made many mistakes, that doesn't mean that he doesn't care about other people.

Anyways, to finish it off, as MK once said:

"Uh, you know you two are the same, right?"

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #monkey king #sun wukong #six eared macaque #lmk mk #vent #rant #attempt at character analysis #holy fuck this is long #i didn't expect to write that much #but i got carried away #so #hope you liked it #first post in ages #lemme know what you think #these monkeys need THERAPY AND COMMUNICATION

[im-a-goat-in-disguise]

Hey there! Do you want the entire wall-e script? Here you go.

EXT. SPACE

FADE IN:

Stars.

The upbeat show tune, Put On Your Sunday Clothes, plays.

“Out there, there’s a world outside of Yonkers...”

More stars.

Distant galaxies, constellations, nebulas...

A single planet.

Drab and brown.

Moving towards it.

Pushing through its polluted atmosphere.

“...Close your eyes and see it glisten...”

EXT. PLANET’S SURFACE - CONTINUOUS

A range of mountains takes form in the haze.

Moving closer.

The mountains are piles of TRASH.

The entire surface is nothing but waste.

“...We’re gonna find adventure in the evening air...”

A silhouetted city in the distance.

What looks like skyscrapers turns into trash.

Thousands of neatly stacked CUBES OF TRASH, stories high.

Rows and rows of stacked cubes, like city avenues.

They go on for miles.

EXT. AVENUE OF TRASH

“...Beneath your parasol the world is all a smile...”

Something moving on the ground far below.

A figure at the foot of a trash heap.

A SMALL SERVICE ROBOT diligently cubing trash.

Rusted, ancient.

Cute.

Every inch of him engineered for trash compacting.

Mini-shovel hands collect junk.

Scoop it into his open chassis.

His front plate closes slowly, compressing waste.

A faded label on his corroded chest plate:

“Waste Allocation Loader - Earth Class” (WALLY)

Wally spits out a cube of trash.

Stacks it with the others.

Something catches his eye.

Tugs on a piece of metal stuck in the stack.

A hubcap.

The sun reflects off it.

Wally checks the sky.

ON TRASH HEAP HORIZON

The sun sets through the smoggy haze.

“...And we won’t come back until we’ve kissed a girl --”

He places the hubcap in his compactor.

Presses a button on his chest.

The song stops playing.

The end of a work day.

Wally attaches a lunch cooler to his back.

Whistles for his pet COCKROACH.

The insect hops on his shoulder.

They motor down from the top of a GIANT TRASH TOWER.

EXT. AVENUES OF TRASH - DUSK

Wally travels alone.

Traverses miles of desolate waste.

Oblivious to roving storms of toxic weather.

Passes haunting structures buried within the trash.

Buildings, highways, entire cities...

Everything branded with the SAME COMPANY LOGO.

“Buy N Large”

“BNL” stores, restaurants, banks...transportation!

The corporation ran every aspect of life.

There’s even a BNL LOGO on Wally’s chest plate.

CLOSE ON NEWSPAPER Wally drives over.

Headline: “TOO MUCH TRASH!! Earth Covered!!”

The deck: “BNL CEO Declares Global Emergency!”

A photo of the BNL CEO giving a weak smile.

Wally’s old treads are threadbare.

Practically falling apart.

Cause a bumpy ride for his cockroach.

He passes the remains of other RUSTED WALL-E UNITS.

Fancies one with NEWER TREADS than his own...

EXT. DESERTED STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Wally now sports the newer treads.

Rolls past a SERIES OF HOLOGRAPHIC BILLBOARDS.

The solar-powered ads still activate when he passes them.

2.

BILLBOARD ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

(Ad #1: BNL logo over trash)

Too much garbage in your face?

(Ad #2: starliner in space)

There’s plenty of space out in space!

(Ad #3: starliners take off

from Earth)

BNL starliners leaving each day.

(Ad #4: WALL-E units wave

goodbye)

We’ll clean up the mess while you’re

away.

EXT. EDGE OF THE CITY

Wally drives down a deserted overpass.

Activates an even LARGER HOLOGRAPHIC BILLBOARD.

CLOSE ON BILLBOARD AD

Shows off a CITY-SIZED LUXURY STARLINER.

Depicts passengers enjoying all its amenities.

BILLBOARD ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

The jewel of the BNL fleet: “The Axiom”.

Spend your five year cruise in style.

Waited on 24 hours a day by our fully

automated crew, while your Captain and

Autopilot chart a course for non-stop

entertainment, fine dining. And with our

all-access hover chairs, even Grandma can

join the fun! There’s no need to walk!

“The Axiom”. Putting the “star” in

Executive Starliner.

The BNL CEO appears at the end.

Waves goodbye as the Axiom takes off.

BUY N LARGE CEO

Because, at BNL, space is the final “fun”-

tier.

The holographic billboard powers off.

Reveals the AXIOM’S DESERTED LAUNCHPAD in the distance.

The mammoth structure sits across the bay.

Now empty and dry. A polluted, dead valley.

ON COLLAPSED BRIDGE RAMP

Near its edge rests a WALL-E UNIT TRANSPORT TRUCK.

A giant child’s Tonka Truck left to weather the elements.

A “Buy N Large” logo on its side.

Wally approaches the rear of the truck.

3.

Pulls on a lever.

The back lowers.

Wally motors up the ramp.

INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

Open racks for storing WALL-Es line both walls.

KNICKKNACKS OF FOUND JUNK littered everywhere.

The tired robot removes his newfound treads.

Ahh... Home.

Wally motors down the center aisle.

Flicks on an ancient BETAMAX PLAYER.

Jury-rigged to an iPod.

Pushes in a cassette labeled, “Hello Dolly!”

The image is very poor quality.

Actors sing and dance to Put On Your Sunday Clothes (POYSC).

The same song Wally worked to.

WALLY

[Hums POYSC]

Wally opens his cooler.

Newfound knickknacks.

Pulls out the hubcap from his chest.

Looks back at the TV.

Mimics the dancers on the screen.

Pretends the hubcap is a hat.

Continues to unpack:

A spork.

A Rubik’s Cube (unsolved).

A Zippo Lighter.

He presses a BUTTON by the rack of shelves.

They rotate until an empty space appears.

His new items are lovingly added to the shelf.

The Zippo joins a pre-existing LIGHTER COLLECTION.

A new song, It Only Takes A Moment, plays on the video.

Wally is drawn to it.

Presses his “Record” button.

ON TV SCREEN

Two lovers sing gently to one another.

They kiss...hold hands...

Wally tilts his head as he watches.

Curious.

Holds his own hands.

4.

EXT. TRUCK - NIGHT

Wally motors outside.

Turns over his Igloo cooler to clean it out.

Pauses to take in the night sky.

STARS struggle to be seen through the polluted haze.

Wally presses the “Play” button on his chest.

The newly sampled It Only Takes A Moment (IOTAM) plays.

The wind picks up.

A WARNING LIGHT sounds on Wally’s chest.

He looks out into the night.

A RAGING SANDSTORM approaches off the bay...

Unfazed, Wally heads back in the truck.

IOTAM still gently playing.

...The massive wave of sand roars closer...

Wally raises the door.

Pauses.

WHISTLES for his cockroach to come inside.

The door shuts just as the storm hits.

Obliterates everything in view.

INT. TRUCK - SAME

Wally alone in the center of his shelter.

Unwraps a BNL SPONGECAKE (think Twinkie).

Lays it out for the cockroach to sleep in.

It happily dives in.

Wally collapses himself into a storable cube.

Backs into an empty shelf space.

Rocks it like a cradle...

...and shuts down for the night.

Outside the wind howls like the Hounds of Hell.

INT. WALLY’S TRUCK - NEXT MORNING

Wally’s CHARGE METER flashes “WARNING”.

He wakes. Unboxes.

Groggy and lifeless.

Stumbles outside.

EXT. ROOF OF WALLY’S TRUCK

The morning sun.

Wally fully exposed in its light.

His front panel splayed out like a tanning shield.

A solar collector.

5.

His CHARGE METER chimes full.

Solar panels fold away into hiding.

Wally, now awake, collects his lunch cooler.

Heads off to work.

...and accidentally runs over the cockroach.

Horrified, Wally reverses.

Reveals the FLATTENED INSECT under his tread.

The cockroach simply pops back to life.

No biggie. Ready to go.

Relieved, Wally resumes their commute.

EXT. WALLY’S WORK SITE - THAT MORNING

A SERIES OF “WALLY AT WORK” MOMENTS:

- CU of Wally’s hands digging into garbage.

CU of trash being scooped into his chest compactor.

A cube lands by the cockroach.

- Wally discovers a BRA in the garbage.

Unsure what it’s for.

Tries placing it over his eyes, like glasses.

Tosses it in his cooler.

- Wally finds a set of CAR KEYS.

Presses the remote lock.

Somewhere in the distance a CAR ALARM CHIRPS.

- Plays with a paddle ball.

The ball keeps smacking him in the face.

He doesn’t like it.

- Wally discovers a DIAMOND RING in a JEWEL CASE.

Throws out the ring. Keeps the case.

The jewel case drops into the cooler, then...

...A RUBBER DUCKY...

...A BOBBLE HEAD DOLL...

...An OLD BOOT...

...A TROPHY...

- Wally finds a FIRE EXTINGUISHER.

Activates it.

FOAM blasts in his face.

It’s tossed far, far away from his cooler.

- Wally’s shovel hand strikes something solid.

Faces a REFRIGERATOR much larger than himself.

Now what?

- CU on fridge door.

A WELDING BEAM moves down its center.

It emits from between Wally’s SPLIT BINOCULAR EYES.

6.

The door falls apart in two pieces. Reveals...

...a SMALL PLANT

in its early stage of growth.

Wally is entranced.

Carefully, he extracts the section of earth around it.

CLOSE ON IGLOO COOLER

Wally gently places the plant inside the old boot.

Dusts dirt off the leaves.

EXT. TRUCK - DUSK

Robot and faithful cockroach return home.

Wally stops short of the threshold.

Stares at the ground.

Continues staring.

A RED DOT

quivers on the dirt.

A single laser point of light.

Wally moves to touch it...

...The dot races along the ground.

Wally drops his Igloo.

Chases after the dot.

EXT. EMPTY BAY

The dot leads Wally deep into the polluted expanse.

He is so fixated on it he doesn’t notice

MANY LASER POINTS

coming from every direction.

All racing into the valley over the contour of the terrain.

Triangulating towards a center.

Wally’s dot suddenly stops.

Slowly he reaches for it.

Can’t grab it. Just light.

ALL THE DOTS converge in front of him.

The ground shakes.

Wally becomes confused.

Doesn’t see above him.

The SUN growing brighter behind the cloud cover.

A noise. Building.

7.

Rocket engines.

Wally senses he should look to the sky.

Now THREE SUNS are descending on him.

Wally runs for it.

An enormous COLUMN OF FIRE blocks his path.

A second column of fire.

A third.

Trapped.

Wally cubes the ground beneath him.

Working fast.

Noise deafening.

Heat rising.

Digs in just as a tide of flame carpets the ground...

...Then suddenly quiet.

Smoke clears.

CLOSE ON THE SCORCHED EARTH

Wally’s head rises out of the dirt.

Glows red hot from the heat.

Trembles with fright.

Everything in shadow.

Something very big looms over him.

Wally climbs out of his hole.

Bangs his head on metal.

WIDE on a massive SPACESHIP.

Rests ominously in the empty bay.

A PORTAL on its underside opens.

Frightened, Wally tries to hide.

Nowhere to go.

He places a SMALL ROCK on his head. Boxes up.

A DEVICE lowers to the ground on a long stem.

Scans the surface.

Wally creeps closer for a better look.

The device unfolds.

Wally boxes up again.

A CAPSULE descends from a chute in the stem.

ROBOT ARMS emerge from the device.

Place the capsule on the ground. Press buttons.

The capsule falls away in sections, to reveal...

...a PROBE ROBOT.

It hovers gracefully above the ground.

White. Egg-shaped.

8.

Blue-lit eyes.

Female.

Eve.

Wally is transfixed.

Inches closer.

Watches Eve from behind the device.

Tilts his head.

Time stops.

She’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Eve hovers over the ground.

A BLUE RAY emits from her front panel.

Fans out 180 degrees.

Scans random objects and areas.

The device rises back into the ship.

Exposes Wally.

He rushes for cover behind the nearest rock.

Never takes his eyes off Eve.

Watches her float away from the ship.

...from the ship?

The ship!

Engines roar back to life.

Wally digging furiously.

The rocket takes off.

Smoke clears.

Again, a red hot Wally peeks out from the ground.

Looks for Eve.

She is watching the ship rise into the clouds.

Waits until it is completely out of sight...

...then Eve rises high up into the air.

She flies around the bay.

Soars like a graceful bird.

Does loops in the sky.

Zooms right past Wally’s rock.

He is hypnotized.

Eve descends gently to the ground...

Wally sneaks up closer.

Hides behind another boulder.

Slips.

Makes a NOISE.

Instantly, Eve whips around.

Her arm converts into a LASER CANNON.

Blasts Wally’s boulder to smithereens.

...Smoke clears...All quiet.

Eve, now cold and dangerous.

9.

Scans the area.

No sign of life.

All business again.

Hovers away to probe more of the planet.

ON OTHER SIDE OF BOULDER CRATER

Wally boxed up behind what little remains of the rock.

Trembles uncontrollably.

EXT. AVENUE OF TRASH - DAY

Eve wanders through the pillars of cubed trash.

Scans random areas.

Wally spies from the shadows.

Too frightened to approach.

She moves on. He follows.

EXT. TIRE DUMP - DAY

Eve probes a mound of tires.

Wally hiding nearby.

He flinches at the sight of

HIS COCKROACH

innocently approaching Eve from behind.

She spins around.

Blasts the insect.

Wally is gut-punched.

The cockroach climbs out of the smoking crater.

Unscathed. Still curious.

Eve finds the insect intriguing.

Lowers her arm.

The end separates into individual hovering sections...

...A HAND.

She lets the insect crawl up her arm.

Wiggles into her workings.

It tickles.

EVE

[Giggles]

Wally relaxes.

CHUCKLES privately.

Eve sonically picks up Wally’s location.

Locks onto him.

10.

Arm converts to laser cannon.

Fires rapidly.

Quick glimpses of Wally dodging the blasts.

Trash piles are systematically obliterated around him.

Wally now exposed.

Nowhere to hide.

Boxes himself up. Shakes uncontrollably.

Eve holds her fire.

EVE

(electronic hums)

[Identify yourself.]

She slowly approaches Wally’s box.

Keeps her gun trained on him.

EVE

(electronic hums)

[Repeat. Identify yourself.]

Wally peeks out from his box.

Doesn’t understand a thing she says.

Doesn’t care.

Can’t believe she’s real.

The cockroach climbs down her gun arm.

Jumps onto his master.

Eve scans Wally.

A RED LIGHT appears on her chest.

Buzzes “negative”.

He’s not what she’s looking for.

She retracts her gun arm.

Hovers off.

Wally watches her go. Lovestruck.

WALLY

[Sigh.]

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ABANDONED BNL SUPERSTORE - NEXT DAY

LOUIS ARMSTRONG’S “LA VIE EN ROSE” PLAYS

Eve scans through the market.

Wally follows from a safe distance.

A stray puppy-dog.

Eve glances over at him.

Wally panics.

Bumps into a RACK OF SHOPPING CARTS.

Creates an avalanche.

11.

They chase him down a flight of stairs.

Wally reaches the exit doors.

Won’t open!

Carts pig pile on top of him.

EXT. BNL REFINERY - NIGHT

Wally perched on the roof.

Patiently watches Eve fly.

She scans the ground below her, like a searchlight.

Eve comes in for a landing below.

Shuts down for the night.

Wally waits.

Quietly sneaks down the refinery fire escape.

Accidentally trips. Tumbles to the ground.

Eve doesn’t wake.

Wally creeps up to her.

Opens his arms wide...

...and measures her.

Turns to a pile of trash.

Splits open his eyes. Begins welding something...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BNL REFINERY - NEXT MORNING

Eve powers up again.

Does a double take.

A TRASH SCULPTURE OF EVE stands in front of her.

She hovers away, unimpressed.

Doesn’t notice Wally hiding behind a PILE OF PIPES.

Wally kicks the pipes in frustration.

They roll on top of him.

SONG ENDS

MONTAGE OF EVE SEARCHING

- Scans a car engine.

Negative.

Slams the hood shut.

- Scans a Port-A-Potty.

Negative.

Slams the door shut.

- Scans an Apollo capsule.

Negative.

Slams the hatch shut.

- Scans a FREIGHTER HOLD.

12.

Negative.

Slams the lid shut.

EXT. DERELICT SHIPYARD - DUSK

Eve hovers over the freighter.

Frustrated.

Not finding what she’s looking for.

Wally eavesdrops from afar.

Eve flies past the ship’s CRANE MAGNET.

Gets stuck.

Wrestles to free herself.

Furious, she BLOWS UP THE ENTIRE SHIP.

The reaction startles Wally.

Eve slumps down against a dredged anchor.

She gives up.

Concerned, Wally cautiously approaches.

Sits at the other end of the anchor.

Both robots stare silently at the fiery wreck.

Then...

...slowly, very slowly, Wally inches towards her.

Musters the courage to speak, when --

She suddenly turns to him:

EVE

(hums)

[So what’s your story?]

Wally falls backwards with surprise.

Me?

Eve scrolls through a variety of languages:

EVE

(German)

[Directive?]

(Japanese)

[Directive?]

WALLY

[Huh?]

EVE

(Swahili)

[Directive?]

(English)

Directive?

WALLY

(beeps)

[Oh, I understand that!]

13.

EVE

Directive?

Wally eagerly turns to some nearby trash.

Scoops it into his compactor.

Proudly spits out a cube.

Points to Eve.

WALLY

(struggles to speak)

Di...rec...t--

EVE

Directive?

Wally nods.

EVE

Classified.

WALLY

(beeps)

[Oh. Sorry.]

She scans his CHEST LOGO.

EVE

Name?

WALLY

(struggles again)

W-wally? ...Wally.

EVE

(smooth; almost perfect)

Wwww-aaaa-leee...

Wally nearly melts.

She says his name so beautifully.

Moves closer.

EVE

Wally. (giggles)

Eve.

Wally tries to repeat it:

WALLY

Eeee...?

EVE

(slower)

Eve.

14.

WALLY

Eeeaaah?

EVE

Eeeve. Eeeve.

WALLY

Eee--vah!

She giggles again.

Wally likes making her giggle.

WALLY

Eee-vah! Ee --

EVE

Eve.

The wind kicks up.

The WARNING LIGHT sounds on Wally’s chest.

He moves to grab her.

WALLY

(Gasp!) Eee-vah!

EVE

(hums)

[Hey watch it! Don’t come any closer!]

She draws her gun on him.

Doesn’t understand the danger.

The sandstorm rushes up behind her.

Too late.

Wally collapses into a box.

The storm hits full force.

Eve is instantly lost, disoriented.

EVE

Wally? Wally?

WALLY’S HAND appears out of the dust.

Calmly takes Eve’s hand.

INT. TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER

The back door lowers.

A rush of wind and sand.

Wally pulls Eve inside. Closes the door.

She coughs up dust.

Wally hits a switch...

Strings of CHRISTMAS LIGHTS fill the space.

His racks of oddities painted in colored light.

15.

An air of enchantment.

Eve is taken aback.

WALLY

(beeps)

[Come on in.]

She drifts through the sea of knickknacks.

Becomes spooked by a SINGING BILLY BASS FISH.

Threatens to shoot it, but Wally calms her down.

He is compelled to show her everything.

Hands her an eggbeater...

...bubble wrap (so infectious to pop)...

...a lightbulb (lights when she holds it)...

...the Rubik’s Cube (she solves it immediately)...

...his Hello Dolly tape.

Curious, she begins unspooling the tape.

WALLY

(loud beeps)

[My tape!!]

He grabs it back. Protective.

Inserts it carefully into the VCR. Please still work.

The movie eventually appears on the TV.

Plays a clip of POYSC.

Wally is relieved.

WALLY

(beeps)

[What do you think?]

Mimics the dancing for Eve.

Encourages her to try.

She clumsily hops up and down.

Makes dents in the floor. Rattles everything.

Wally politely stops her.

WALLY

(beeps)

[How ‘bout we try a different move?]

Spins in a circle. Arms out.

Eve copies.

Spins faster, and faster...

Too fast.

Accidentally strikes Wally. He flies into the shelves.

Eve helps him up from the mess.

Wally’s LEFT BINOCULAR EYE falls off.

Dangles from two wires.

Eve GASPS with concern.

Wally placates her.

16.

WALLY

(beeps)

[It’s fine.]

Feels his way to the rack of shelves.

Rotates them until...

...SPARE WALL-E PARTS appear.

Replaces his broken eye with a new one.

Eve is relieved.

She eyes his LIGHTER COLLECTION.

Flicks open a Zippo. Ignites a FLAME.

Wally freezes.

He had no idea it could do that.

Moves closer to inspect it...

ON WALLY

It’s the closest he’s ever been to Eve.

She remains focused on the lighter.

Wally stares up at her.

...The tiny flame flickering between them...

...The Hello Dolly video plays IOTAM in the background...

Suddenly, he is moved to express his love.

Musters the courage to open his fingers...

...Timidly reaches his hand out to hers...

-- Eve turns and looks at him.

Wally instantly chokes.

Pulls his hand back.

Eve becomes intrigued with the TV.

Scans the image of the lovers singing IOTAM...

Wally watches her.

His infatuation still palpable.

Then he remembers...

WALLY

Ee-vah!

He rushes to his shelves.

Eve watches him rummage through junk.

A drum falls down on his head.

She giggles, charmed by it all.

Something about Wally...

She is drawn back to the lovers on TV...

...then the lit Zippo lighter in her hand.

A tap on her shoulder.

She turns to find Wally holding something.

The plant.

Eve immediately locks onto it.

17.

Drops the lighter.

In a flash...

...her chest opens...

...a TRACTOR BEAM snatches the plant away...

...stores it inside her...

Then she shuts down completely.

Only a SINGLE GREEN LIGHT pulsing on her chest.

Wally is stunned.

What’d I do?

Waves his hand in front of her face.

WALLY

Ee-vah?

Knocks on her chest plate.

No response.

Wally panics.

Gently shakes her.

WALLY

Ee-vah?

Still no response.

WALLY

Ee-vah? ...Ee-vah?!

CAMERA MOVES IN on the blinking green light...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROOF OF WALLY’S TRUCK - DAY

The morning sun.

Wally places Eve in his charging spot.

Aims her hovering form to f

Actually looks like I can only post the first "part", roughly... Already this is lagging my phone. Will experiment more tomorrow. For now, enjoy!

[yaut-jaknowit]

The Moon Will Shine On Us Again

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3512

Warning: slight gore, gun shots, blood, reader is injured.

Summary: There's a knock on your door. No one should be here, let alone at your door and wanting entrance. The mother and her knew born needed to be protected. You weren't going to let them be fed to the wolves. You grab your gun and face whoever is at your door. Deadly force is needed.

Author Note: From high demand. Glad you guys are loving it! Don't worry all! Here's the second part. I might also write a third part as well. Thank you for the support as well! Greatly appreciate it.

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Part 1 | Part 2 (you're here)

This had quickly become a life or death situation. On the outskirts, you didn’t know why you were willing to stick your neck out. Someone wanted the mother, wanted her either dead or alive. They had tracked her through the forest of your property and all the way up your cabin. A place deep in the forest. Not somewhere a person would just stumble across.

In its bony cage, your heart pounded, on the verge of escaping and flopping around on the ground. To steel your nerves, you clenched your teeth together and tip-toed out of the room. The door was closed behind you, to seal away what evidence you could. Anything to give the mother more time to escape… if it came down to that.

What were you doing?! You barely know how to use a gun, let alone the one in your hand! And if those people were able to down a creature of her size and threatening nature, you shuttered. What would they do to you?

Here goes your life. You pushed off of the bedroom door and walked over to the door. Every creaky floorboard you knew in the place was missed in each step. You didn’t want them to know you were coming towards them, just in case; nor let them know someone was inside. Despite your truck parked out front, maybe they’ll believe either the creature killed you or you’re off on the property.

A few steps from the door, on the edge of the living, you stood with your loaded gun. The weapon shaking in your hand.

“Open the door!” a male voice demanded from the outside and pounded on the door. A lump instantly formed in your throat. “We know its in there.” Your eyes widen, breath catching. Everything changed at the man’s words. If they knew… they also knew someone, a person, was inside too, harboring her. You forcefully swallowed the lump and flicked off the safety. Then, you readied yourself for whatever action they take next.

A muffled of exchanged words came from two people. The door groaned and rattled from a powerful strike. You stumbled back, legs hitting a chair in the living room. Another bash against the door.

Unfortunately for you, the wood that made up the door was twice as old as you. It’s seen better days, been through horrid winters and soaking summer. The third hit caused the wood to splinter and give, leaving a mess on your once clean floors. You bristled and aimed the weapon in hand at the first figure you saw through the broken door. “Leave!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, voice, thankfully, not cracking from the force.

Yet, the weapon wasn’t true in its aim. The barrel twitching from the nerves controlling your hands. “Get the fuck off of my property!” You probably weren’t the most scariest thing on the block. Just a lone person who draws for most of their free time, holding a pistol but shaking too much.

Two people stood on your red porch, each holding a rifle of their own. Other weapons that you didn’t pay attention to adorn their body. One was wearing a ski mask of sorts, reasonable for the weather. Said man raised a brow and chuckle, shaking his head. “What are you going do? Shoot us?” he scoffed, brushing off the threat of you pointing a gun at them.

The other figure, dress similar but only had a cloth covering hi nose and below laughed with his partner. Then, they stopped at the same time, becoming stern. Ski mask guy took a step into the house, head scanning around. “Nice place you have here-“ his gaze fell back onto you “-shame if anything happened to it.” You swallowed thickly at the threat.

“Now, let’s stop this boring banter. Where is it? You give it up, you’ll get a fat paycheck to stay quiet, and you won’t get a bullet to the head. Fair deal?” the man with the neck gaiter offered, voice honeyed but uncaring. It felt like it didn’t matter the option, they’ll happily put you down.

Your chest start to hurt from how hard it pounded. Is this where you died? For an unknown creature who is a mother? What has your life become? You shook your head and steeled your grasp on the weapon. “Last warning: get out of my house!” you voice nearly wavered, about to show your true emotions. Though, you could bet a hundred dollars they already knew.

One of them snorted, the other shrugged his shoulders then raised his rifle. Before he had a chance, knowing they would kill you if you didn’t shoot first, you pulled the trigger. Despite being a pistol, you weren’t prepared for any knockback it gave. Your aim definitely wasn’t true.

That didn’t stop you. Both of them ducked down, not expecting you to fire first, but you didn’t stop. Bullets flew violently through the sky, possibly hitting their marks or not. In all honesty, you shot blindly at the two.

Once the ringing in your ears stopped and the trigger just clicked, empty, you dropped your arms. Each man was collapsed on the ground. One had a large pool of blood around him, body lifeless on the stained wood floor. His other partner was shakily breathing, gasping for air.

The pistol was promptly dropped. Your hands covered your mouth as you stumbled away from the murder scene you had created. Sobs raked your fragile body. What had you just done?! Your back met some soft. The couch. You rested heavily against, blankly staring at the two men on the floor. Blood. From bullet hole you caused from shooting them, killing them. You… oh my god.

Tears poured down your face. You couldn’t believe what you had just did to two people. Yeah… they weren’t nice people, they wanted to hurt a mother… whatever she is. They had hurt her already. And they wanted to hurt you, kill you. Silence you about this situation.

Why?

The question of the year: why?

In the haze of you distraught, you held onto what sanity you had left. Your body was shaking worse than leaf in the aftermath. Either from the adrenaline… or something else.

As the powerful chemical waned, you hissed at the pain in your thigh and glanced down. A dark patch stained your pants. Blood. Your legs nearly gave out at the sight. They shot you! “Fuck!” you cursed and clutched onto the couch tighter. Your thoughts were far too wild to comprehend. What do you even do?! You sobbed harder, on the verge of a total breakdown.

Through the fog and craziness of your thoughts that drowned out nearly everything, you heard the tall tale sign of the floorboards. You spun around, ready to face your attacker. But it was just the humanoid creature. She moved softly, not as if she was scared, but mindful of her steps and movements. Or like she knew what she was doing.

All you could do was watch as she, without the green, sticky blob, stepped up to your trembling form. Her piercing, purple gaze scanned over you, from head to toe. From there, she stops on the blood coming from your thigh. The wound hurting worse over time. The mother peered past you and observed the scene behind you.

She must have deemed it safe and turned her gaze on you. As the seconds ticked by, you couldn’t handle the weight on your injured leg. The couch became your crutch. A motion she easily notice.

A hand wrapped around your wrist, easily engulfing the limb, nothing more than her holding a stick. The mother tugged you towards her before dragging you along, back towards the bedroom. Unable to think straight, you aimlessly let her take you back to the room and had you sat down on the bed. The bed, a usual comfort, did nothing to sooth you.

You began to curl up, closing yourself off, legs drawing up to your chest despite the pain. Your hands gripped at your hair and tugged on the strands. “I killed someone… I killed,” you murmured to no one in particular.

“Oh my god!” Your head whipped up and found the mother’s eyes on you. “I killed them! I-I… what have I done!” Then, you tried to get off of the bed and pace. But a sturdy hand held you back down. She grunted and squeezed your shoulder. ‘Stay.’ How could you stay?! You fought against her.

“No! No-no-no-no-no! I killed them. They’re dead. I shot them. Oh my god, oh my god.” The grip tightened but you brushed off the touch mentally. Everything in your body itched to be on your feet, moving, pacing, doing something. You had to do something. You killed people! How could you?!

A short snarl barely caught your attention long enough to shatter your world. “Quiet!” a deep, guttural voice demanded silence. Your lips sealed shut. She just spoke. This humanoid figure that wasn’t from here… spoke.

Pain raged in your leg, the first thing you noticed. You gasped and sat up too quickly. Stars danced along your vision, everything disoriented now. A groan sounded low in your throat as you tried to figure out what was what. Yet, the throbbing in your leg made it hard to think. Why was it… You gazed at your exposed legs and the white bandage snuggly secured on your thigh.

Okay, why are you not wearing pants? Why is there gauze on-you killed two people! You gasped harshly enough to make you start to cough.

A glass of water was passed to you. You mumbled your thanks and sipped from the cup. Wait! Your head snapped to gaze at the green figure standing next to you. She towered over you. More than usual. You were on the bed. You groaned and clutch at your head as all this information was far too overwhelming. That didn’t stop you from downing the water, body dehydrated.

You take a chance to glance up at the mother. In her arm was cradling the little child she had birthed earlier. Its cries have been soothed, possibly sleeping after such a harrowing event for itself today. Honestly, you were shocked she hadn’t slept after birth. From what you’ve heard, it takes a lot out of you. Makes sense when you bring new life into the world.

Nervously, you scratched the back of your neck. “Thanks… for the water,” you spoke your gratitude, knowing she wouldn’t respond. It hit you right then and there. You had no pants on, nothing! Even as it pulled at your aching leg, you snatched a blanket and covered your exposed bits to her. Thankfully, she decided to leave alone your underwear.

Everything started to come back to you in small bits before the puzzle was put back together. The two men killed by you; the bullet hole in your leg, the fact she spoke. She spoke!

The mother dipped her head minutely. “You are welcome,” she said in a low voice with a lot of timbre. It sounded like she struggled to get the words out. A person who didn’t have the vocal cords to speak the language. A short thought of what her language sounded like came mind, but you brushed it off.

Despite already hearing her speak before, your brain short circuited again. It took you a moment to shake off the shock and look the mother in the eye. “Y-you speak?” Instantly, you cringed. That sounded horrible. “Sorry,” was your next word to save your hide from her. All she did was raised the one brow with five gems studded into her skin.

“I do speak. Learning ooman is not a rarity.” The more she spoke, the more you learned her different speech pattern. It was more formal, slow and a little unclear, but like a queen talking with her subjects. Who or what was she?

But ‘ooman’? That didn’t slip past your attention. It dawned you on. Human. Strange way of saying it but you weren’t going to bring that up.

The child in her arms gave a tiny squeak and lightly shivered in her hold. Before you realized what you were doing, you were offering the nearest blanket to the mother. Said cloth had been covering your exposed legs. She looked at the fabric for a moment before taking it. Carefully but skillfully, she wrapped her newborn in the blanket and kept the child cradled close.

While she did that, you used another blanket to cover up your legs. Once the three of you were settled, you stared at one another. For what reason, you couldn’t figure out. But, deep down, you were intrigued, despite all that has happened.

What now? What happens now? You killed two people. What made the guilt inside of you twist like a rusted blade was the idea of how to get rid of the evidence. How to make it look like these men never came here, never came after her? With all the bullet holes and blood probably stain not only your wood floors but the carpet too… what are you going to do?

A might palm captured your shoulder and gave your torso a shake. “I give you gratitude, ooman. You are unlike the rest of your race.” Past experience hung heavy in her words. A chapter that didn’t need to be opened. Not now. Her hand slipped off of your shoulder.

Her words made you think. Race. That solidified the idea she wasn’t human, not at all. “What… are you?” you muttered and bowed your head. You desperately hoped your words wouldn’t offend her in anyway. A chaste chitter that reminded you of a laugh sounded from her. You took that as a good sigh and raised your head.

“I was waiting for that… question.” She paused there and slowly blinked, eyes looking down at you. She was thinking of something in her mind then relaxed slightly. You saw the slight twitch when the move pulled at her own wounds. “I cannot say much but you did protect me and my suckling. You have earned my respect. I am a Yautja. An alien.”

For some reason, your heart swelled at the knowledge of knowing you had her respect. To know that a dangerous looking alien-alien! Oh my god! An alien! You, what… Your jaw dropped but not a sound came from you. This meant, aliens were real. Completely real. And you had just helped one not only give birth but protected them. You covered your mouth and tried to reel in this new information. An earthshattering discovery.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and took a deep, stuttering breath. “W-what’s your name?” She tilts her head, a little to the side, to look down at you with an inspecting eye. Said gaze flickered to the bundle in her arms. Her expression softened at the sight then she looked back at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

“I am called Gawtin.” You hummed thoughtfully and lightly bobbed your head. To be polite, you returned the gesture which she acted indifferently. Not that it bothered you.

Silence engulfed the two of you. Yet, the throbbing in your leg didn’t wane. It burned. You worried at your bottom lip until blood spilt. She huffed, like she could taste the blood in the air… Wait, could she? She was alien. Her physical make-up could be completely different. You just shook your head side to side and rid of those thoughts.

There were more pressing matters at hand.

Your gaze looked back up at the massive… Yautja, Gawtin before you. “What happens now?” It was a necessary question that needed to be answered or some closure. Look at where you were! Two dead people in your cabin in the middle of nowhere with an alien and her baby. There was a bullet hole in your thigh as well, an injured gained from defending not only your property but the mother.

She took a moment to carefully plan her next words. “Endless possibilities. Due to the honor code, I am bound to you until my debt is paid, but I must return to my home world with my child. I must gather all of my armor and weapons stolen from me by your ooman government.”

This was a lot of information that made your brain fuzzy to think of all the possibilities. Honor code? Home world? Retrieving her items? Your government? What does this all mean?!

“You are not safe here. You will come with me. Your ooman government will send more. I cannot allow you to get… injured-“

“What are you saying?” you interrupted her without meaning any harm. All you needed was a dumbed down version.

The Yautja gaze a shortened growl. Your lips tightened against one another. Lesson learned. “You will come with me. I must protect you until the debt is paid,” she stated gruffly, as if it a chore to keep you alive. She had mentioned an honor code, meaning she has to follow rules. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t chosen to just kill you and be on her way.

Your brows furrowed. “Go with you? But why?” you sputtered and tried to turn onto your knees and face her. But the wound on your thigh wouldn’t allow you. Shit. You weren’t in good shape.

Gawtin leaned down to get close to your face, making sure her point finally struck you. “Your society frowns upon murder, does it not? Those two s’yuit-de are dead because of you.” Your face paled at her efficient words.

Prison. Murder. She was completely right. No matter how you spun it. You had killed two people. All the evidence would show you as murderer then sent straight to prison, locked up for life.

Now, you had two choices: prison or Gawtin. Prison was a lifetime of four concrete walls and survival. Gawtin… she was an unknown but couldn’t hurt you. Wouldn’t? She couldn’t due to her ‘honor code’ but what about wouldn’t. If the debt was paid, would she slaughter you where you stood. Was that better than prison?

As you gazed upon the muscular alien who waited for you to speak next, the choice was obvious. Timidly, you nodded your head. Gawtin scoffed. “Glad you agreed willingly. I am not above dragging you though.” Just something freely she stated, as if it was normal.

She stood back up to her full height, reminding you on how big was compared to your smaller form. “Gather what you deem necessary. We need to move,” she spoke and left the bedside to exit through the door. A door she had to lean down to get through.

You listened to her words and slide off of the bed. Pain shot up your leg and almost sent you to your knees but locked a knee helped. Through the aching, you limped around the room and place clothes in a small duffle bag.

At the entrance of the bedroom door, you stopped. Off to the left was your sketchbook and pencil. An item you couldn’t leave behind. It too was placed into the duffle bag. Now, you were prepared for wherever the mother was going to take you. You walked out of the room but paused at the overwhelming smell and sight slapped you right in the face.

It took every ounce and more of your being not to bend over and puke out what was in your stomach. She, Gawtin nonchalantly stepped over the bodies and left through the front door. To save yourself the trouble, you spun on your heel and escaped through the back entrance. Anything not to come close to the… mess you created.

At the front, Gawtin waited with her child still wrapped in the blankets from before. A chill was powering over the forest air as the sun was already falling again. Damn the mountains and winter. Thankfully, a jacket was wrapped around your torso to fend off the chill.

The alien looked down at you, eyes scanning over your body before giving a minute dip of her massive head. “We shall head towards the base. I must gather my supplies back before we find my ship and leave this c’jit planet,” she snarled towards the end. You couldn’t help but feel hurt and a need to defend your planet. But with one look at her stopped you.

All you could do was nod. Even though many questions were stuck to the tip of you tongue, never leaving, never asked. In good time, they’ll be answered. With the way she spoke, like it was complete fact and part of her fate, you weren’t going to argue with that.

One last look down at you, she turned and began the trek. Her strides long, powerful. Every one was nearly three for your own. With the pain in your leg, you didn’t how long you were going to last. This was your choice to live with now.

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