#be quiet Skeez

[skeez-queen13]

I spent all day wandering in and out of stationary stores. It was heaven ✉️📚📝💖✨

#personal #💕💕💕 #photos #stationary #neko art #Mai photos #I bought so many stickers today #and washi tape #be quiet skeez

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

hi! What's the "YAIM COVERT - anakin meets coruscant mandos" story?

Slight warning for discussions of some things a kid who grew up in slavery might be taught how to avoid and death of a character who also died in canon)

‘…Anakin Skywalker was unquestionably in deep deep poodoo, and he didn’t know what to do to get himself out of it this time. 

He’d managed to get out of the most immediate danger, making a run for it at first opportunity, as soon as the ship had landed in a breathable atmosphere and the door opened. The creepy old man had thought his sleemo skeeze game of ‘friendship’ was working, but Anakin had seen men like him before, and how they were with little slave kids who were unlucky enough to be bought by the brothel owners in mos espa. He also knew it was better to play along, rather than cry or make a fuss. The old man hadn’t expected Anakin to bolt, and had underestimated how good he was at not being seen, even in a place that was crawling with guards. 

He didn’t need to know exactly what happened to young slaves when they were taken away by creepy old sleemos to know he did not want to be caught by this one. He needed to be quiet, but his breaths were loud in his ears, and he felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest, it was beating so hard. 

It wasn’t fair! He had won his freedom, doing the thing he loved most out of everything in the world! The podrace had been wizard! And then he’d got to fly in an awesome spaceship, and had seen the Jedi Temple and Naboo, and even fought in a space battle! But now he was back here on loud, stinky Coruscant, and he almost wished he’d never been Freed; not if he was just going to get found by more slavers anyway—probably worse ones—and in a city he didn’t know.

One that was the size of a whole planet, no less. 

He was so far from Tattoine, which was hot, sandy, and filled with depur and murderers…but it had Mom. He had never been so far from Mom in his life, and now that the excitement had worn off and Master Jinn was dead, everything sucked.

When he’d met Master Jinn and his Angel (who was actually a real life queen!), He had been so sure he was going to be a Jedi, and everything would be better. After all, Master Jinn and the angel Padme took him away from Tatooine! But then they had to go to Naboo to end the Trading Federation’s occupation, and Master Jinn died fighting a stinky bad guy. They still won the fight; some other Zabraki Jedi with pretty hair was there to end it; but it was so sad to lose the man who was going to be his teacher. 

He wanted to be! He had wanted Anakin!

But Jinn was dead…”

Yaim Covert is the second fic in the series that started with Little Yaim. There has been a significant time jump since the end pf that story; so you’ll see how the galaxy is different because one precocious kid never made it to Bandomeer.

So here we are on Coruscant, with more jetpacks, Mandorian’e and Kiffar (and Mando-Kiffar) OCs, and yet another precocious kid in a stitch who could do with some help…

thanks for the ask!

#anakin skywalker #fic snippets #still quite a while till this is done because I’m very slow. but it’s going it’s going… #I wrote dis #star wars fanfiction

[frankenbolt]

For the Headcanon Meme: Hmmmm Razputin Aquato (but how you headcanon him once he’s older so that the questions about shipping aren’t as awkward)

Very thoughtful of you, thank you. -_-

1: sexuality headcanon: Demisexual boy! I don't think attraction figures into his skeez unless he already has a bond with that person. Lili, who he knew as long as anyone else at camp, was the only one willing to look further into the strange goings on, and acknowledged something was up with the creepy meat dreams. The idea of kissing her didn't even make it past his "Omg, I'm on a mission! :D" brain until she mentioned it and then he's all for it...because he already respected and admired her.

And I think this carries on to adulthood. You know I think that Lili and Raz go through different Educational paths, and that means their puppy love sort of mellows into best friendship...But. Events occur, Lili rejoins the psychonauts, they get paired as partners and well. Romance occurs. But in their time apart? Raz is just not interested in romance.

2: otp: Silly question really, considering the above but. OF COURSE RazLili forever!

3: brotp: Dogen. I really love the idea of Dogen coming to live in the Gulch with his Grandfather and Cassie. Because it's quiet and safe, and the bees are much nicer than squirrels (The Queen not included). And I like the idea of Raz and Lili spending time down there with Dogen.

4: notp: Raz with literally any intern or adult in the series. :/ What is wrong with people?!

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: Uhhhhh OH! The first kid Raz and Lili have together is called Azalea...she prefers Zalie. ;)

6: one way in which I relate to this character: I too, hyperfixate on things to the point of making it my life goal of knowing every little detail and can name comic book issues off the top of my head.

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: NOTHING?! WHAT'S THERE TO BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT, HE'S PERFECT?? Even his terrible one-liners are endearing! 8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: The perfect cinnamon roll, too good, too pure for this earth.

#psychonauts #psychonauts razputin #psychonauts headcanons

[omsrandom]

Love is A G̴̢̈́̿L̴̥̋͑Ȋ̶̥͈̥͋̉T̶̢͎̀ͅČ̸̪͍̏H̷̰͚̳͒ Chapter Preview: Speed Metal

for the lovely @insanely-creative-things! Happy birthday! The alternative title for this chapter is: Local Wine Uncle Takes Child to Illegal Street Races

“You know Soundwave is going to offline you if I get caught,” she hummed as she sat in the driver seat. Knockout’s laugh echoed through the speakers.

“If you get caught,” he reminded her. “You can’t stay in the ship all the time Shockie. Even hatchlings got to leave their nest more than you.”

She didn’t have a good rebuttal against that, instead just sitting back as they pulled up into the line. Almost immediately, the person to the right rolled down his window and keyed KO’s arm, making her cringe. “Just don’t kill him while I’m here,” she just asked. “I still have nightmares from when I broke my arm.”

The mech just let out a growl, and they shot forward, leaving her to sigh in resignation.

He was quick, she wouldn’t argue against that, but if she wasn’t bracing herself for every turn, no doubt she’d be slamming her head against the window at every bump. As they came up to the black car, she just turned her head away, hearing the tires squealing and the metal-on-metal crash as the human was sent soaring off a cliff edge.

“He’ll live,” the mech murmured, and she felt tension bleed out of her, replaced with a giddy sense of excitement.

“Then let’s finish this!”

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The next day, she couldn’t stop her fifth yawn as she walked down the sidewalk towards where Bulkhead was supposed to pick her up. It would be her first time actually seeing where the physical Autobot Base entrance was going to be, and she messed it up by going out last night.

“You ok?” she jumped as Jack pulled up beside her.

“I didn’t think humans could yawn that much,” Arcee agreed quietly, making her snort.

“Just wait until finals come up,” she murmured. “If they’re anything like what I did online, all of us are going to be pulling 24 hours or more.”

“Ratchet won’t like that,” Jack agreed. “You did online classes? I thought you were homeschooled.”

“Uh, yeah, Up until, maybe, like, I was 12 or 13? Then S-my dad enrolled me online because his job was getting more and more difficult to do at home.” Jack just nodded, not looking too deeply into her answer. “Anyways, gotta go to, uh, Bulkhead? I think?”

“Good luck with Miko,” he chuckled, letting Arcee drive off. She’d deny it to this day that her little huff of laugh was anything more than slight fondness.

Things were… tense, later on. Miko had been blasting loud music through her phone, which helped keep Ashi awake, but… the Autobot base entrance wasn’t what she was expecting. It was a literal mesa base. No wonder they could never find it.

But that wasn’t a real concern. Jack was late.

Arcee made sure he was never late, so why, after two hours of being out of school, was he not at the base yet?

He wasn’t there when she went to the Nemesis portal spot, but no, she wasn’t concerned, ok?

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Ashie yelped as someone picked her up, holding her in their hands. “We’re going out again Shockie,”

The redhead groaned at Knockout’s words. “I need to get this report done,” she argued. “While I still remember where the base entrance is!”

“One little race isn’t going to hurt hatchling,” Breakdown called from the next room, where he had a buff kit ready to go. “We both know Commanders Starscream and Soundwave will be the first ones to forgive you if a report is late.”

“But it’s still the principle!” she tried to argue.

“Ah ah! We’re going out, and nothing you can do or say will stop it,” the red mech’s words sounded as final as a nail in a coffin (whatever that meant) so she put on a long-suffering face and looked at Breakdown.

“How do you deal with him?”

“I don’t.”

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“Are you getting enough sleep?” Jack asked quietly as they walked down the steps, and she just grimaced.

“Yeah, my brothers are just assholes,” she shrugged. “They like playing pranks on each other and shooting nerf guns in the middle of the night, and Dad put me between their rooms to try and stop it. I just got caught in the crossfire.”

“Ouch,” Jack hissed. “You should tell them to knock it off, at least until Mr. Gregory’s test is done.”

“I’ll think about it,” she hummed.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” Both her and Jack turned around to see Sierra exiting the school. “The race, how great was that? I was like, yeah, go Jack!”

“Race?” she murmured, and Jack’s eyes widened.

“You can’t tell O-,” he cut himself off.

“Jack totally blew Vince out of the water with that sweet bike of his,” Sierra told her. “He promised to take me on a ride.” Something made her blood both boil and freeze.

“Oh?” she just choked out instead, hating how small it sounded.

“Before we met!” he tacked on. “Sierra, this is Ashi, my girlfriend. And Ashi, the race was no big deal,”

“You got that right,” Vince snarled, pushing between her and Jack, forcing her to take some steps back. “If you think you can run with the big boys: the circuit, tonight, 11 pm.” She glanced at Sierra, whose eyes were flickering between her and Jack before the teen’s voice caught her off guard.

“Deal,”

Oh, Primus, she was going to kill him.

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She didn’t go to the Autobot base that day, instead going directly to the ship, to the medbay where Knockout was checking Megatron’s vitals.

“Shockie, what a wonderful surprise! Anything you need dear?”

“There’s a race circuit going on tonight at 11,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I need to be there.”

Knockout frowned. “Even I wasn’t going to have you go out three days in a row. What’s so special about this?”

She swallowed, knowing full well what was about to happen. He was the only one aside from Breakdown and Megatron who knew what the power of the words she was about to say was. “My soulmate will be racing in it.”

Knockout froze before turning to her in an accusing way. “You were supposed to keep us updated if you met them,” he reminded her quietly, too quietly for the mech. “Why didn’t you?” She shifted her gaze to her feet and murmured her response. “That was too quiet for my audio receptors to pick up. Louder now.”

“He’s…” her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but it seemed to echo through the room. “He knows the Autobots… he’s my key to getting behind their defenses.”

“Slag,” Knockout said, and she felt it. “Slaggit, hatchling, you can’t have anything normal happen to you, can you?”

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When Knockout pulled up to the line, she was expecting Jack and Arcee, but definitely not Bumblebee, and the red mech seemed to feel the same as her if the quiet curses seem to say anything about it. “I’ll be quick,” she promised, exiting the passenger door and quickly weaving her way through the crowd to Jack and Bee. “Jack,”

“Ashi!” he snapped around, staring at her in surprise. “What’re you doing here?”

“One of my Uncles is racing tonight,” she stressed, shifting her gaze to Bee rapidly, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by how pale he turned, he seemed to get it. “I just came to wish you luck, and there won’t be any hard feelings, right? Uncle K can be a bit mean in these things.”

“No hard feelings,” he echoed back. “You’ll be safe?”

“Only if you are,” she sighed, quickly going back to Knockout. “He knows you’re here, but not you exactly.”

“He knows you’re a Decepticon?” Ok, so maybe Knockout was still a bit pissed off at her.

“He accidentally got warped into our ship, and our first words were said while I was in uniform. And then we met out of uniform and it only took a day for him to realize who I was.” she still felt bitter over it, but just shrugged instead.

Somehow, Vince ended up between Knockout and Bumblebee, and she was very grateful for the blackout windows and the redhead teen tried to glance her way. “Creep,” she grumbled, bracing as the countdown started.

In a second, they were off, Bee and Vince instantly duking it out for first and second while Knockout stayed back in a casual third. “He’s not really trying to struggle, is he?” Knockout mused aloud, making her laugh. She did notice he was driving a bit more carefully, and she was thankful for that, even if he was watching Bee’s movements to do it.

Then, Knockout gained on Vince and spun him out, making her laugh. He continued driving forward, obviously trying to get first in what would possibly be the only friendly Autobot-Decepticon interaction for a while, when the yellow bot began to swerve, signaling that he had realized who was behind him. Knockout moved to follow him, and she realized in abject horror he had pulled his ion guns out.

“Knockout,” she warned.

“Relax. I don’t plan on hitting them. Fear is a good motivator.” he fired, and true to his word, every shot missed, and the two Autobot allied quickly left the drainage ditch in favor of an actual road with Knockout still following. Bee was suddenly trailing something, and it took her a moment to realize what it was.

“Oil!” She yelled, but she was a moment too late as Knockout spun, and by the time she was finished, she was feeling sick and seeing stars.

“Primus, Sparkie, you ok?”

She let out a wheeze and held a thumbs up. “Fucking shoot him for me,” she choked out. “I’m going to throw up in the ditch.” Immediately, the door opened, and she launched herself out of his alt-mode and onto the road.

As he started to drive away, she stumbled to the side, where she hung over the rails and…

Oh god, were they really hiding under a bridge?

Jack at least had the decency to look ashamed as he caught sight of her, but it quickly turned to disgust as Vince pulled up and got out of his car. Knockout screeched to a halt, backing up to her.

“It’s the school bully,” she murmured. “He’s an ass and a creep who can’t take no.” Knockout silently transformed, and her phone vibrated from her jean pocket. Taking a glance at it, she read:

Want me to teach a skeeze a lesson then?

Maybe her grin was a bit too feral as she nodded. The mech immediately reached down, pulling him up and tossing him into the air as he transformed. The teen was bound to the passenger seat, and without a thought, she hopped into the driver's seat with a grin. “Let’s go, Uncle K,” she giggled, and Vince’s eyes went wide as he realized who she was. He was knocked out not even a second later, so it was ok.

“What’re we gonna do with him?” she asked. “He’s only a year older than me, so he’s still technically a kid, not an adult.”

“So major body harm is out of the question then.” Knockout mused. “Psychological isn’t though. You said he couldn’t take no for an answer?”

“He’s made me his main target, but there’s probably a dozen other girls he’s tried this with before and it worked, otherwise he wouldn’t be so insistent.”

She finished up the final note just in time to hear cars circling the building, making her sigh. “Fun’s over,” she said.

“At least we got some enjoyment tonight,” Knockout sounded just as disappointed as she felt. She finished folding the papers up as much as she could while they were on the move, and as she finished stuffing them in Vince’s pockets, the sound of a semi-horn made her freeze.

Oh, Primus, they called in Prime??

The large mech immediately slammed them off the road, and it was only Knockout’s quick thinking of tying her down with straps that she hadn’t immediately been ejected as he slammed into a ditch. It left her in a daze, and all she could really do was just lay there, slumped over as Knockout frantically tried to get his back wheels on the ground.

“Stay online Shockie!” he called, thunderous footsteps getting closer and closer. As Prime easily picked Knockout up, she realized how much deep slag she was about to get into when she got back to Nemesis.

The passenger door was ripped off, and Vince was removed, and she could all but feel the disgust from Optimus as he grabbed her as well, throwing Knockout to the side. The mech transformed an angry, desperate look on his facial plates.

“Give her back,” he snarled, but he faltered as Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all pulled up. “Slag you! Slag you all to the pits!” He drove off, leaving her alone, injured, and surrounded by enemies.

“Are you alright, Miss Lawrence?” Prime asked.

“Think you broke my ribs,” she murmured. “When you slammed into him.” he might’ve had a mask over his face, but just through his optics alone, she could tell how much that sentence hurt, and she planned on weaponizing it.

“Let us get you to Ratchet then,” he murmured. Bumblebee rolled a window down, showing Jack with a pained face of his own. A morbid part of her wondered if he had felt her pain whenever one of the ‘bots had shot her or not.

“This was my fault,” Jack’s voice was distant as if he was getting farther away.

“We must get these two to medical immediately,” Prime cut him off, and she noted in a sense of vindication that he was jostling Vince around while keeping her perfectly still. “Explanations can come later.”

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She hadn’t even realized she had passed out until she woke up, once again in the comically large medical berth, IVs carefully hooked up to her. A glance at the clock told her that calling Soundwave would definitely result in death, so she just carefully turned it off and slipped it under her pillow. He knew how to remotely turn it off if he needed to talk to her.

“Should you not be contacting your parental unit?” Ratchet asked, making her grimace.

“I should’ve done it the second I realized something was off with the race,” she admitted. “Calling this late in the morning would just result in him getting angry at me.”

“Is he not usually angry?” Ratchet’s voice held confusion, so she just tilted her head. “The bruises and cuts across your body indicate you were attacked.”

“Are you trying to ask if my father…?” she trailed off, just staring blankly at him. “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed when I’m in the base, Ratchet, but I trip over everything. I fell down the stairs a few days ago here and you didn’t react, so I just thought you knew not to get too worked up.”

“I-” the mech sputtered, turning away. “Your ribs are wrapped, no running or exercise for the next two months. Optimus would like to talk to you before you leave about what happened.”

“I got kidnapped, not much more I can say,” she shrugged.

The look he gave her told her she hadn’t been convincing enough.

#Transformers #Transformers Prime #TFP #Ashi Lawrence (OC) #Ashi #Jack Darby #Arcee #Bumblebee #Knockout #Breakdown #Optimus Prime #tw: mention of possible child abuse #but not really because the 'cons would happily die for Ashi #You cannot change my mind the Knockout would be THE WINE UNCLE #LIKE HE'S THE SAME COLOR AS WINE TOO #Love is a Glitch Commission #Love is a Glitch (Fic)

[freshouttaparsnips]

another one for @skele-shipper XD this time Fellswap Gold Papyrus/Male Reader!

~.~

You were the one that wore the pants in the relationship, if you were gonna put older terms to it. Papyrus was a shy kinda guy, quiet and unassuming, and there were several times since you’d started dating that you’d had to get some skeeze at the bar from flirting with him.

Stepping up in your deepest manly voice, though at 6’4 you weren’t anything to sneeze at. Papyrus was so much taller than you still, though. But he didn’t have any kind of presence that screamed “don’t fuck with me.”

You were kinda surprised to find yourself in with him at all, even as friends, but his brother (and damn, was Sans scary) had hired you on as a… bodyguard of sorts, when he was on a trip. His brother was fragile, he’d said, and you’d done well on the resume and testing.

You hadn’t known there was any sort of testing, but you ended up hitting it off with Papyrus pretty damn hard. You’d complemented his braces (you didn’t know anything about what braces did for a skeleton, but they were cute), you played CoD with him and kept the racist bigots off his back when they claimed he was cheating.

For whatever reason one thing led to another and you were laying with him on the couch, his slight frame on your chest, both of you watching a movie you knew Sans wouldn’t have approved of… and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

#fresh writes #undertale #fellswap gold: fresh flavor #fellswap gold papyrus/reader #male reader #confident reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #fresh drabbles

[unicyclehippo]

family & jester

‘Did you ever want more siblings, Beau?’

It doesn’t really occur to her until after she’s asked that it might be a touchy subject—not just because of her actual brother but the whole family thing is, well. Difficult.

But she must have caught Beau in a good mood because her friend barely stirs. Her hand twists lazily on the end of her wrist, dipping fingers into the cool pond she lays beside. The wind that whips across the surface of the pool, bringing the chill with it, is gentle, playful. Dips into tall grass and the ribbons tied onto Beau’s bo, into the pleats of Jester’s skirts and to tinkle the jewellery that hangs upon her horns. Somewhere in the distance, a frog croaks. There’s a plop and a wet slap and a splatter as something sends it bounding away and into the pond. There’s the drone of bees not far from them, and the burbling of conversation that sounds like it comes from a half dozen Caduceus’s—the whole family awakes early, apparently. Like Beau had.

‘Sometimes.’

Jester had very nearly forgotten what she’d asked; she’d very nearly forgotten that she’d asked anything at all, if she’s being honest, distracted as she was by the garden and the conversation just out of earshot and the sight of Beau in her training pants and breastband, shirt discarded at some point as she had been training. Sweat glistens on her abs, her biceps, the remarkable hooked definition where the musculature of her upper arms meets the cording tendon of her elbows. The faint discoloured texture of scars and stretch marks across Beau’s abdomen and hips. Has Jester ever seen her like this before? She has changed in Jester’s company before but that is always in the dark of their room—dark vision or no, Jester doesn’t think she’s seen Beau in vibrant lively lovely colour, half-naked in the daylight.

It’s. It sure is something else.

‘You?’

‘Huh?’

Beau blinks open one eye. Rolls it in her head until she can see Jester standing only a few feet away. ‘Did you want more siblings?’

‘Oh.’ Jester blinks a few times hard. Sits with a thump and kicks her legs out, pulls a clump of grass into her hands to peel at the blades, twist the dew-coated leaves into rings and bows and knots. ‘That wasn’t really an answer, Beau.’

‘What? Whaddya mean it wasn’t an answer?’

Jester grins. Watches Beau lift herself smooth—core tightening—into a half-sitting position, bracing herself on her elbows as she cricks her neck to glower at Jester.

‘Now why’re you grinning at me?’ Beau demands, and its funny because with the whole world so gentle and quiet around them—not silent, but quiet—Jester can hear perfectly clearly what she has long known and longer suspected. That rough words, rough tone... That’s sometimes all it is. Just a cloak. Without the whole world vying for their attention, and screaming in their ears, Jester can hear Beau.

‘You’re so dramatic, Beau.’

‘Me? Drama—I’m not dramatic. You’re dramatic. And a distraction. You still haven’t answered the question.’

‘Neither have you!’

‘Yes I did, I said sometimes.’

‘Sometimes isn’t an answer.’

‘I mean, technically it—’

‘Technically,’ Jester interrupts very sweetly and leans forward, sliding a grass ring onto Beau’s forefinger, ‘if you have to defend yourself by saying technically, it probably isn’t a good argument.’

‘Or I’m being a skeeze.’

‘Or you’re being a big old skeeze,’ Jester agrees.

Beau admires the grass ring for a moment. She lays back down, crossing her ankles, and resting her head on the hand she had been dipping into the pool. She doesn’t seem to mind the feeling of a wet hand. ‘I thought about it,’ she says. ‘A lot. Mostly as a kid. Yknow, lots of—I say lots but there was only, what, five other families in Kamordah we really spoke to. But those families, all of ‘em had two or three kids. I thought about it a lot. Built in friend, a sibling. And when I got older, I just really wanted someone else to. Suffer with me?’ She says it like it’s a question, but Jester doesn’t know what she’s asking—if it makes sense? Or if she’s bad for thinking it?

It’s not supposed to be this easy to talk to Beau about things like this. She’s stand-offish and rude and protective of her secrets—except when they’re alone, though. Isn’t that—hasn’t that kinda always been the case? Beau will tell her things. Provided they’re alone. Provided it’s just Jester.

‘So? What about you?’

‘No,’ Jester says, shrugs. She twists the last portion of another ring into place, knots it deftly. ‘Hand.’

Beau offers her hand, fingers splayed. Jester slides the ring next to the first. The third one she thinks should have a flower or something, just a little one. Like a jewel.

‘You really never wanted a sibling?’

‘I don’t think so. My whole life I knew...it was a risk? Having me. Keeping me there. It would have been silly to have another one.’

‘Yeah. I guess.’

‘And besides,’ Jester says, and she leans forward so she’s bent at the waist and her head is almost over Beau’s, her shadow covering one half of her face, ‘I like having all my mama’s attention.’

‘You? Like attention? No way.’ Beau teases. Snorts. She opens her eyes when Jester slaps her shoulder gently, grins up at her, eyes glittering with the sunlight and her smile as she catches Jester’s wrist, keeps her from doing it again. Her fingers are dry and cool and the grass itches against the sensitive skin of Jester’s wrist.

‘What about kids?’ Jester asks. The question isn’t one she expected—it emerges from beneath her tongue where it had been hidden even from her.

There are no clouds in the sky for once; still, Beau’s eyes darken like storm clouds had rolled in overhead. They don’t shine with her smile. They seem to dull, so quickly it sends a pang through Jester’s chest. Another follows fast on its heels when Beau lets her hand drop from Jester’s.

‘Kids? Nah.’

Jester thinks she’s lying. Beau’s voice is rough, tone crushed forcibly flat.

‘Because you don’t like kids?’

Beau shrugs. Squeezes her eyes shut and turns her head like she’s a flower searching for the sun.

‘Beau?’

‘What?’

‘Can you really not see...any kind of future?’ Beau goes very still then and, when she doesn’t speak even after a drawn out moment, Jester continues. ‘I heard you. What you said to Essek? I know you say you lie a lot, especially to people you don’t trust so I don’t...know if that’s what this is but I did hear you.’

‘Huh.’

‘You thought you’d be dead by nineteen.’

Beau breathes out shakily but doesn’t say anything.

‘Is that—I mean, you didn’t know any of us when you were nineteen, I guess it’d be really cool and strange if you’d planned for us.’

Beau barks a laugh. ‘No. I sure as fuck didn’t plan for you guys. Or you.’

It’s a serious conversation. A sad one, even. A thrill doesn’t go through Jester at the acknowledgement that she is something more. She just likes the attention. That’s all.

‘I wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout kids or wars or shit like that at nineteen. I wouldn’t never’ve imagined...’

‘What about now? Can you imagine it now?’

Beau’s smile crinkles one full half of her face. She turns her head very slightly—eyes still closed—as the sunlight returns full force from wherever it had been hiding.

‘Beach house. Couple kids running. Luc. Maybe Kiri. She’s found her home though, I guess.’

‘Yeah. She seems happy. I scry on her sometimes.’

Beau nods. She doesn’t seem surprised by that. Or isn’t letting it distract her from her daydream.

The morning is bright and warm and quiet. Jester ruins a few grass rings and the smell of the broken blades are crisp and clean in the air. Green clings to her fingers, and in small parts to Beau’s when Jester slides another ring into place.

‘You thinking’ about this shit because of Ducey?’ Beau asks. ‘Saving his home and all that?’

‘Maybe. I guess.’ Jester shrugs. ‘I’ve never met someone with so many siblings.’

‘Yeah, no wonder he’s weird. Two happy parents, a host of siblings, and a good home. He’s practically a freak in our group.’

Jester laughs, more amused by the fondness and faint irritation in Beau’s voice than the actual joke which is...kinda sad, if she thinks about it. So she doesn’t.

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #cr tag #this is weird n kinda boring n sad im sorry #im in a mood i guess

[aitheros]

[ dance ] also from mini~

he didn’t plan on attending.  perhaps it was an act of spite, as opposed to duty.  sting grew tired of such gatherings.  he played the part of a social butterfly well.  he smiled when necessary, and bowed his head when showing respect was crucial.  on the inside, he was seething, riddled with anger toward these shallow acts.  he was too tired, too withdrawn from all of this.

sting tugs at his collar, flattening it nonchalantly as he scans the crowd.  he wished rogue was here.  at least then he’d have someone he actually wanted to talk to — someone to wipe that arrogant glare from his face.  then he captures the sight of her, a tense frown tightening his lips.  he said he didn’t want to be her fool — a mere, thoughtless accessory on her arm.  a man to parade around in public, giving the false impression that they enjoyed each other’s company.  sting had complicated feelings of his time with her, and her feelings — well, were confusing to him.

a slowed tempo song came on.  fuck this.  he turns away, passing a waiter and snatching a glass of champagne as he goes by.  sting downs that fizzled poison as quickly as he could.  god, he hates champagne.  but perhaps the mild buzz of alcohol would dull his displeasure.

as he watches patrons pair off, sting nurses his second drink.  he finds her again in his field of vision — resisting the urge to turn away, but failing to do so.  sting wasn’t sure how long he held that stare, head tilting as he made a promising observation: she’s  .  .  .  alone ?

sipping more champagne, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked — her dark dress hugging her curves, her hair adorned with tight braids, and her hands — meticulously gloved, as always.  but then again, so were his.  sting does something he didn’t expect, something that he may come to regret.  he swallows his pride for just a moment, setting aside his champagne flute as he makes haste toward her.

sting makes a bee line around the crowd, whilst trying not to bump into the ‘happy’ couples.  arriving at her corner, he steps in front of her — obscuring her view of the ballroom.  he crosses his arms, a cheeky smirk playing at his lips.  ❛ so where’s yer date ? ❜  he asks with only a hint of insecurity.  looking down his nose at her, he feels the bitterness rise like an oxygenated flame.  ❛ — thought the lady of sabertooth would’ve had a line of suitors. ❜

perhaps the dragon had spoken too soon, spotting a small cluster of unattached men at the side — clearly eyeing minerva, whispering to one another.  no doubt they’re debating which one would have the honor of asking her to waltz first.  sting felt his jaw stricken.  his hands ball into such tight fists, his nails might break skin if he hadn’t worn those gloves.  he saw one man walk toward the otherwise untethered lady of sabertooth, straightening his tie as he steps.  he wasn’t even that good looking.  as if minerva would give that skeeze the time of day.  the dragon makes a split second decision, sighing as his attention turns back to her.  she really did look stunning tonight.  he reaches his hand down to grab hers, giving her no time to deny him.  ❛ dance with me. ❜  he says, sounding more like a demand than a suggestion.  this was one of those times where his dragon nature was dominant — his instinctively possessive nature taking reign.

sting holds her hand as he directs her away.  he twirls her with a swift motion, his other hand resting upon her hip once facing him.  he pulls her close — holds her tight, and they dance.  he only hopes she’d let go of control long enough to allow him to lead.  sting doesn’t speak for a moment, doesn’t even look her in the eye. 

he utters, as if defeated to admit,  ❛ you look  .  .  .  really nice tonight. ❜  as they step in quiet harmony, sting finally meets her gaze,  ❛ i’m  .  .  .  sorry, ‘bout what i said. ❜  he then pulls her close — chest to chest, his fingers intertwining with hers to steady himself.  perhaps, he wanted to feel her warmth — or perhaps, he wanted an excuse to hide his face.

NON VERBAL MEME.   ╱   selectively accepting !

#i keep writing u novels im so sorry #have a Jealous Sting 🥰 #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route iii. — ❛ these violent delights have violent ends. #long post / #✧ sting & minerva ( daimondea ) — ❛ you could drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand.

[silenthillmutual]

001: silent hill. I know nothing a out it, teach me something

Favorite character: HARRY MASON. DILF DILF DILF DAD OF THE YEAR

Least Favorite character: Alex’s parents in Homecoming. They just suck lmao they are so horrible and i don’t think i could ever forgive them. Being in a cult doesn’t excuse child abuse sweaty<3

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): i don’t really have any silent hill ships but Harry/James and Harry/Cybil are both cute. i guess if you wanna take the movies into consideration Rose/Cybil also has rights. Henry/Eileen and Alex/Elle are alright too.

Character I find most attractive: Harry becasue i am a sucker for dads. But like. Travis is kinda cute too in a transition goals kinda way. wish i could just carry a portable TV around in my pocket.

Character I would marry: i’m so on the fence about saying Harry again but also i think Henry would be a good partner. quiet guy.

Character I would be best friends with: i don’t know, maybe Alex? we both have daddy issues. trauma time.

A random thought: i still can’t get over how much the movies fucked up the relationships between characters like they somehow managed to make Vincent & Heather cousins? and then they kiss? hello? if you wanted a love interest for Heather (not necessary) and you really wanted to have it be Vincent then like. fine. but why did you make them related???? what in the fuck.

An unpopular opinion: the first and third silent hill games are just as good as silent hill 2 and i’m right<3

My canon OTP: uhm. i don’t know. i think Henry/Eileen is implied in some endings? i need to finish playing it lol

Non-canon OTP: Harry Mason and his polycule. he should date other video game dilfs and that’s my opinion.

Most badass character: Heather fucking Mason

Pairing I am not a fan of: i don’t understand Heather/Alex at all. i do not think their personalities go well together and also i think she is a lesbian

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): oh boy. uh. well. shattered memories is certainly an interesting take! but it’s not canon for me. especially endings where Harry is a skeeze. Harry is an adoring father and i refuse to hear anything else.

Favourite friendship: Heather & Douglas. she can have two dads. as a treat!

#kunoiichi

[sir-skarsgard]

Robert “Bob” Gray With a Tough Girlfriend

Prompt/summary: Bob Gray, Pennywise’s human counterpart, with a tough girlfriend who is afraid of nothing and never takes anything or any kind of criticism to heart and will beat the shit out of anyone for Bob

Word count: 1128

Warnings/contents: Cursing, fluff, mentions of sex, slight smut 

Notes: None, just enjoy! 

* You’d meet (officially, you’d seen each other around before) when Bowers was picking on him. Your friend just happened to be dating that skeez-bag, and you and Bowers both hated each other with a passion. One day when Bob was getting picked on, you and your friend ran into the scene and you got into a fight with Bowers on why he was picking on Bob 

* Bob would be amazed at all the insults Bowers and you threw back at each other, every single one of his words rolling off your shoulders, followed by a spit of an insult in his direction

* In the end you’d pull a knife on Bowers, preferably aiming at his crotch when he got a little too close, and threatening to cut his penis off if he didn’t “fuck off, right now” 

* Bowers would leave, dragging your friend and his bozo followers with him, leaving you and Bob alone

* Bob would thank you in a quiet voice, blushing when you helped him up and then smirked lightly at him. You’d talk for about 15 minutes before you got distracted by your friend who came back and dragged you off 

* The two of you would become friends rather quickly. The second time you’d meet him would be at the circus where you didn’t know he worked, distracting anyone from making fun of him because you were there and you would glare into their soul 

* You will threaten anyone— even children— with death at the slightest hint of them mocking, taunting or making fun of Bob

* He still is, and always will be, amazed at how well you handle it. He always asks why you don’t care what they say and he earns a shrug and a “never have” in return

* Cuddling after a long day. You’re his safe zone, where he can be himself, so he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face either into your neck, chest or stomach and let your legs wrap around him while you read and he naps on your slouched form

* He is a little spoon. He loves being curled up in your arms. He’s also a big spoon, but not all the time

* May god be with whoever makes Bob cry, because you have a knife and you will gut someone with it if needed, or at least threaten to 

* Some kid once called you “circus whore” and that ended with your friend having you psychically carry you’re struggling body away as the kid ran after you nearly choked him

* Your unimpressed facial expressions end at Bob. He gets the best side of you and he always will 

* After about 3 months of being friends Bob would give a very shy pronunciation of his crush on you, in which you’d respond by admitting you’d liked him for a long time, even before you had met him in the alley with Bowers 

* Hard core blushing from Bob when you admitted your crush on him as well and agreed to dating him 

* If you have a hard day Bob knows just what to do to cheer you up

* Back rubs, forehead/cheek kisses, holding hands, legs intertwined, all day cuddles with popcorn as a snack and taking naps together

* If you fall asleep in his arms he will admire you for at least 30 minutes before he goes to sleep. Wondering how on earth he got someone like you

* Not gonna lie, when he met you he was kind of scared of you, but now that thought just seems silly to him

* It took him awhile to understand that when you got mad it wasn’t necessarily directed at him, and if it was there would never be a time you’d hit him. He knew you wouldn’t in his rational mind set, but he had gotten used to beatings from the kids and Bowers every day

* After you leaned that any time you get mad you just take a few deep breaths, run your hands through your hair and mutter some curses underneath your breath to calm yourself before taking a hug to help calm down even more. There was something about being in Bob’s arms that soothed you, even in the worst of your moods 

* “I love you” “I love you more” “You could never” “But I do” “I said you don’t, shut up, Bob. I will win this stupid game.” *giggle* “This is why I love you”

* Sleeping on your back and having an arm around Bob for him to snuggle closer to you

* Soft kisses every few minutes

* Soft make out sessions

* Slightly rougher make out sessions that follow a few soft kisses 

* Bob can get you to blush and he adores that. Your cute cheeks bright red from his actions or words just like his cheeks usually are from you

* Sweet nicknames such as: “baby” “sweetheart” “Bobby” “baby girl” “baby boy” “angel” and “hon-bun”

* He didn’t believe you at first, in fact he assumed you were making fun of him, but you love his little rabbit teeth

* Neck kisses all the time from both of you 

* You’re his first, well, everything. Patience is required, but he’s a quick learner. Just guide his hands and hold his face in your hands to help when you kiss him for a little bit

* Sit on his lap and kiss his forehead 

* He loves it when you do his makeup for him. He also loves it when you let him do your makeup 

* Bob would love when you sit between his legs and your back is pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you and rested on your thighs or your stomach, one of your hands on top of his and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb 

* He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck and then snuggling his face into the crook of your neck and giving you a gentle squeeze 

* Just wrap your arms around his neck, lean up on your tippy-toes and kiss him. He’ll blush, wrap his arms around you and pull you close 

* Your first time having sex would take awhile. Going slow because he wants to learn every little curve of your body, and he wants to know exactly what pleases you and doesn’t. He wants to keep you as close as possible to him as well, kissing your neck and lips a lot 

* Snuggling after sex and tracing little patters o each other’s bare skin, talking about whatever or just laying in silence as you fell asleep 

* So much love between the two of you that Bob never would have imagined he’d get or that you’d give to someone, and being happier than he’d ever really been 

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard fluff #bill skarsgard smut #bob gray #Robert gray #pennywise #it: chapter 2 #it 2019 #it 2017 #pennywise the dancing clown #bob gray fluff #bob gray smut #pennywise smut #pennywise fluff

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

The Murderess of the Grunewald (25): “Secret Whitsun Holidays on Rügen (14): Sharing Joy and Sorrow (6g) - Jamie’s story (V)”

“Armbanduhr” by emkanicepic 

Previously       

  Tuesday after Whitsun 2020, four days after Claire’s release from prison

         When Jamie woke up the next morning, Claire was not lying next to him. His smartphone and wristwatch were gone too. A slight panic hit him. He jumped out of bed and ran out of the room and into the hallway.

         Just when he wanted to call her name, he heard noises from the kitchen. Obviously, Claire was working with pots and pans. Jamie let out a calm breath and the tension that had taken possession of him dissolved. He went back to the bedroom, took a towel and the clothes he wanted to wear that day, and quietly went down to the bathroom to take a shower. He neither met Adso nor Bismarck, so he assumed the animals were in the kitchen with Claire. Where else could they be? They were always in a place where there was a chance to get something to eat.

         Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and dressed, he walked into the dining room. Claire was already sitting at the table, dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans, reading something on her tablet. Bismarck jumped to meet him and greeted him in the usual exuberant manner. Adso, who had made himself comfortable on one of the windowsills in the living area, took note of Jamie’s appearance but felt no need to greet him. He yawned extensively and then rolled back into his sleep position. Claire had waited until Bismarck calmed down and returned to his pillow. Then she got up to greet Jamie as well.

         "Good Morning. Did you sleep well?“

         She slipped into his outstretched arms.

         "Yes, but much longer than I actually wanted.”

         He kissed her and closed his arms around her.

         "Fine,“ she said, her voice unable to conceal her satisfaction.

         "Someone stole my smartphone and watch from my …”

         "Not stolen! I just banned the danger that those useless electronic … things … would disturb the sleep you needed.“

         A big smile spread over her face. Mischievous, yes, challenging, she looked at him.

         He could not help but smile too and … kissed her again.

“Frühstück” by skeeze

         "Come on,” she said as they broke away, “breakfast is ready and you find your stuff at your place.”

         Claire pointed with one hand to the table and then headed for the kitchen. Jamie circled the table, picked up his watch and put it on. Then he opened the screen of his smartphone and clicked through the incoming messages. Shortly thereafter, Claire returned with a pot of fresh coffee.

         While they ate, a relaxed conversation about this and that developed, interrupted only by an attempt of Bismarck and Adso to get something from the breakfast table of their humans. Claire ignored it completely.

         "I’ve already fed them both - extensively,” she said as she grabbed her second roll.

         It took only one look from Jamie to send Bismarck back to his pillow. Adso was not that easy to discipline. But after Jamie and Claire refused to acknowledge his languishing look, he also gave up after a while. Bored, he retired to his windowsill.

         "We are a good team,“ Jamie acknowledged smiling, not hiding his pride. And in his mind, he added: "We would certainly be a good team when it comes to raising children.” However, he didn’t mention his thoughts audibly but kept his conviction for himself. This wasn’t the time to speak about his dreams and he didn’t wish to rip open old scars. But … Maybe, yes, maybe they would have the grace to have children. Again and again, he was surprised when he realized -  just as right now - that Claire was the first woman with whom he could imagine children.

         "Exactly. They have no chance against us,“ Claire replied, then bit into the second half of her cheese roll.

         Jamie reached for the coffee pot and pointed in her direction. She nodded and he poured fresh coffee in her and his cup.

         "Do you have any other plans for today besides a longer bedtime and a quiet breakfast?”

         Claire swallowed and reached for the coffee cup.

         "Not really.“

         "Shall we go to Binz or Sellin today?”

         He saw that she hesitated and waited for her to turn off her cup. She reached for her napkin and dabbed her lips. When she had folded the cloth and placed it next to her plate, she grabbed his left hand with her right hand and smiled at him.

         "Why don’t we just take it easy today? I mean … we did something every day now. What about just resting, reading something … and … after lunch, we could choose a quiet spot on the beach, take a sunbath and relax. Or … is that too boring for you?“

         A mischievous smile became visible on his face. Then he gently grabbed her face with both hands, pulled her to him and kissed her. She smelled (and she tasted) of rolls, butter, and Gouda.

         "With you by my side darling, I’m never bored.”

         "Oh, that was so … cheesy.“

         Claire grimaced as if she had eaten something sour.

         ”Cheesy?” Jamie asked, “I thought you liked cheese. You just ate a whole roll with cheese.“

         She answered nothing but gave him a slight push with her right fist against the left upper arm.

         The rest of the morning went exactly as Claire had wished. After the table was cleared and the dishes stored in the dishwasher, she made herself comfortable on the couch with a book and a cup of tea. Shortly thereafter, Adso joined her. She picked him up from the ground, put him next to her and scratched him as she continued to read.

         Meanwhile, Jamie had sat down at the dining table with his laptop, watched closely by Bismarck. He had reviewed his E-mails, read and answered some of them. He then devoted himself to the e-papers he had subscribed to. Beside it, he occasionally sipped from the cup of coffee left over from breakfast. It must have been an hour later when a clattering sound from the living room area made him sit up and take notice. When he looked over to the sofa, he saw that Claire had fallen asleep. The book which she had read had slipped out of her hands and fallen to the floor. He walked over, picked it up and put it on the coffee table. Then he covered Claire with one of the blankets that lay on one of the chairs.

“Buch” by silverstrike24

         When he returned to the dining table, he saw Bismarck running back and forth in front of the door, whistling softly. Jamie looked at his watch. It was already close to twelve. He leaned down and whispered softly:

         “At once!”

         Jamie took a post-it from his briefcase, wrote something on it, and placed it on Claire’s book. He reached for the dog leash and put it on Bismarck. Then he looked at the dog and put his right index finger on his mouth. The animal understood and was still immediately.

         "Good boy,“ Jamie whispered.

         He took Bismarck on one of his arms and left the house as quietly as possible.

         When dog and master returned from their walk after nearly thirty minutes, the table was already set and a delicious smell from the kitchen suggested that lunch was almost ready.

         "I’m in here,” Claire called through the half-open door.

         Jamie let Bismarck off the leash and followed the dog into the kitchen. Claire stood at the stove and stirred in a pot. Adso was sitting on the floor, looking up expectantly.

         "Hmm, Minestrone?“ He asked.

         "Yes, made warm by myself,” she answered with a smile.

         "That’s not important. Important is, that it tastes good and fills our bellies.“

         He carefully pulled her close and kissed her.

         “Thank you for preparing lunch.”

         "The minestrone is just the starter. By the time we finish, our pizzas will be ready. ”

         Claire switched off the stove. Then she took the pot. Jamie and the fur monsters followed her into the dining room.

         Lunch went on in the same quiet atmosphere as breakfast. After the table was cleared, they packed a bag and Jamie’s backpack. Then Bismarck was put into his transport box and placed in the back seat of the car. Moments later Jamie steered the car toward the road.

         During lunch, they had discussed that they wanted to go to the local beach at Nonnevitz. The beach, which was virtually on their doorstep, was a mostly stony beach. Besides, it was not officially marked as a dog beach. Nonnevitz, however, not only had a very idyllic white sandy beach but was also allowed for dogs. The ride to the large central car park took just a little over 30 minutes. After parking, they wandered the 1.5 kilometers to the beach and made themselves comfortable in the shade of some trees.

“Buch / Strand” by darf_nicht_mehr_hochladen

         They spent the afternoon the way Claire had wished. As she read with growing enthusiasm in the book that Jamie had lent her (“The Liver Grows With Its Tasks - Funny Things of Medicine” by Dr. med. Eckart von Hirschausen), he tried to read the new issue of  “Zeit-Magazine” called “Felony”. However, Jamie had to interrupt his reading again and again when Claire was shaken by one laughing outburst after another. After the third or fourth time, he wondered if it had been a smart idea to let her have the book. A quiet reading of his magazine would certainly become impossible. But when he saw the smile on her face, his question was answered completely. Everything was right. Everything that helped her to forget the difficult, soul-quenching experiences of the past six months. Everything was right that gave joy back to her life. Everything.

         Suddenly Jamie noticed a slight pressure on his left knee. It was Bismarck who repeatedly tapped him with his nose. Ever since spreading their blankets and settling in that place, the dog had lain in the sand at their feet. After a while, Bismarck had cautiously crawled up Jamie’s left side and started licking his hand. Jamie had begun to scratch Bismarck’s ears - and read on. At some point, the animal had moved back to his place again and then fell asleep. When Jamie looked at him sometime later, his eyes were closed and if one listened closely, one could hear him snoring softly. Neither Claire’s loud laugh attacks nor the screams of several children that echoed from a distance away seemed to bother him. But now Bismarck had evidently enough of good sleep and demanded a change. Jamie sighed. Resigned, he put the magazine aside and reached for the animal.

         "Ah! Is the master needed as an entertainer? “Claire asked and a smug smile accompanied the - from Jamie’s point of view completely unnecessary - question.

         "Bismarck is an intelligent animal that wants to be challenged. Fat, lazy cats, on the other hand, are content to sleep away their day on the windowsill.”

         Jamie had barely finished his sentence when he was hit by one of the inflatable neck pillows that Claire had taken to the beach.

         "Objection Your Honor! My cat is neither fat nor lazy. Adso has an all-consuming … nature and is also an expert in stress-reducing relaxation techniques.“

         Jamie laughed and threw back the neck pillow. Claire caught it with both hands. Then Jamie clapped his hands. Addressing Bismarck, he exclaimed:

         "Come on!”

         Together they ran along the beach. At some point, Jamie found a stick and now Bismarck’s popular “Get the Stick”-game started. After about half an hour Bismarck seemed to give the game some different rules. He picked up the stick, did not bring it back, but ran away with it towards their place under the trees. Jamie followed, unable to catch up with Bismarck. Amused, Claire watched the uneven race behind her sunglasses over the edge of her book. But suddenly Jamie slipped, lost his footing and landed on his back in the damp sand. Bismarck heard Jamie’s startling cry, dropped the stick and ran back to see what had happened to his master. At the same time, Clair dropped her book and was with him after a short, fast sprint.

         "Jamie! Did you hurt yourself?“

         He shook his head slightly.

         "No, not worth mentioning. I just … somehow slipped … ”

         Jamie stretched, then rolled to his left side and stood up.

         "Is everything ok? Did you break something?“

         "No, everything is o.k.”

         He shook the sand away as Claire examined him from top to bottom. Then they slowly returned to their place. Bismarck followed.

         "There is still wet sand in your hair,“ Claire remarked, "but let’s shake it off when it has dried a bit. That will be easier.”

         Jamie nodded and turned to the dog who was sitting in front of him looking at his master with worry in his eyes. He leaned over to him and began to stroke him.

         "Don’t worry, old boy. That wasn’t your fault. Everything is alright again.“

         Claire reached into Jamie’s backpack and pulled out a bottle of water and two storage glasses. Immediately Bismarck’s attention turned to her. She looked at Jamie. He rolled his eyes and grinned. Then he nodded. Once again, she reached into the backpack and pulled out a bag of dry dog food, which she handed to Jamie. He took it and started to feed the dog. Only moments later, the bag was empty. Jamie then provided him with water from the travel dispenser. Contentedly Bismarck trotted back to his place at Jamie’s feet and lay down there. Claire opened the two storage jars and placed them between herself and Jamie while he poured water into two cups.

          The rest of the afternoon they spent watching the action at the beach and at the sea, eating the fruits and biscuits they brought along, teasing each other or Bismarck together. Shortly after five o'clock in the afternoon, one could see little dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

           "I think we should pack our bags and get back to the car,” Jamie said to Claire. She had followed his gaze and nodded.

          "Yes, we better do that. Otherwise, we’ll get wet.“

“Strand von Nonnevitz - Sonnenuntergang” by Carport [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons

         When Jamie turned to pack his things, she held him back.

         "Stay for a moment, so I can remove the sand from your hair.”

         Claire gently drove her hands through the hair at the back of his head, but suddenly she stopped. Beneath her fingertips, she felt several thick-stained scars on Jamie’s scalp. She’d had her fingers slide through his hair many times before, but since she had mostly kissed him while doing so, she had never paid attention.

         "Jamie! What … what do you have here? Scars?“

         She felt his upper body rise and fall and heard him exhale deeply.

         "Does … has that anything to do with Jonathan Randall’s attack on you?”

         Jamie turned to face her. In her eyes, he saw the horror she associated with this question.

         "No,“ he said, stroking her arm reassuringly with his right hand, "that’s a gift from my uncle Dougal MacKenzie.”

         "A gift from your uncle …?“

         The horror in Claire’s eyes was accompanied by a great lack of understanding that spread all over her face.

         "I … I don’t  …”

         Jamie felt the wind that was coming from the sea grow stronger and he knew that their time to avoid the rain was limited.

         "Claire, we have to go now. I’ll tell you about it when we get home. O.k.?“

         She nodded and he knew by her resigned expression that she agreed only reluctantly.

         Shortly afterward, they packed up their things. They hurried to get back to the car quickly, and barely an hour later they reached the small thatched house that had become their refuge in the past few days. While Jamie provided the animals with food, Claire prepared dinner. On their way back they had agreed on bruschetta and salad. Apparently, the rain had only reached the northernmost part of the island and so after dinner, Jamie leashed the dog again. Claire saw it and he saw her questioning look.

         "Don’t you want to come with us?”

         "Don’t you want to go alone …“

         "No, please come with us!”

         Claire grabbed her jacket, then followed Jamie and Bismarck. For a while, they walked in a row, because the way through the forest was very narrow. Having arrived at the shore, she hooked her right arm into Jamie’s and saw a smile flit across his face. They stopped for a moment and looked at the sea. Jamie pointed straight ahead.

         "Over there is Sweden. Almost straight ahead is Ystadt, the city in which the criminal cases of Inspector Wallander by Henning Mankel are located. There is no direct ferry service there. But if one takes the ferry Sassnitz - Trelleborg, one will be there in five and a half hours.“

         "Have you read all his books?”

         "Not all. The Wallander novels, of course. Then ‘The Return of the Dancing Master’. This is one of the best books I have ever read of him besides 'One Step Behind’, which is excellent. ’Kennedy’s brain’ is not bad, but I think the title is misleading. 'The Man from Bejing’ is exciting, but also very interesting politically. As far as I know, Mankell was one of the first authors who addressed the ever-growing political and economic influence of the Chinese in Africa since Mao in a novel, while connecting it to the history of Chinese Immigrants in America. Did you …"

         "No, I’ve heard of him, but … no.“

“Ostsee” by pixelpepe          Bismarck, who had become bored of standing at the same place, pulled on the leash and whimpered impatiently. They looked at the dog, then at each other, smiled and silently continued on their way. Jamie had not mentioned the scars on the back of his head yet. Claire sensed that it was not easy for him to reveal another, less positive chapter of his family history. So she had decided to wait, even if that put her patience to a hard test. Sometime later, when Bismarck had finished his business, they turned and went back.

         Back in the house, Jamie asked:

         "Would you like to have tea or should we drink the rest of the wine …”

         "Let’s drink the rest of the wine. I’ll get fresh glasses. Can you light the fire …?“

         Jamie nodded.

         Moments later, Claire put the glasses on the coffee table and as she filled them, Jamie sat down beside her. She handed him one of the glasses.

“Wein” by ricarte

         "Claire, it doesn’t make sense … I mean … I don’t want to hide anything from you … and eventually, you’ll find out … I … I just want you … not being scared so much. There is no reason to be afraid. Not really.”

         "Jamie, where did you get those scars?“

         "As I said, they are a gift from my uncle Dougal.”

         "Did you two have an accident? By car or …? “

         "No, Claire. My uncle … well … he … he tried to kill me.”

         Now it was out and again he could see in Claire’s eyes the horror that had already shown itself in the afternoon. How would she react? Would that story - after all the other shameful stories he’d revealed to her the night before - repel her? Would she turn away from him? Would it be more than she could stand? Before he could give his fears any more room, Claire’s voice entered his consciousness.

         "Your uncle? Did I understand you correctly? Your uncle wanted to kill you?“

         "Yes. He hit my skull with an ax. With the blunt side, to be exact.”

         Jamie put his glass on the table and looked down. Claire rested her hand reassuringly on his back. He looked at her and she only shook her head.

         "You have a really complicated story, Dr. Fraser.“

         As serious as the situation was, Jamie could not help himself, he had to laugh out loud. The expression on Claire’s face reminded him of his old elementary school teacher. Whenever he had done something that he shouldn’t have done, Mrs. Rosemann tilted her head slightly to the left and looked at him distraughtly. After a short break (of which he didn’t know whether it was a dramatic break or whether the old lady really had to think), Mrs. Rosemann sighed. Then she said: “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie! What should I do with you!” And a slight shaking of the head accompanied her words.

         When he calmed down, he pulled Claire close and kissed her.

         "And you, Dr. Beauchamp, have the wonderful gift of making me laugh even in such an immensely embarrassing situation! “

         He leaned back in and kissed her again. As they parted, Claire smiled.

         "Jamie, why … embarrassing?”

         "Why embarrassing? Claire! My sister is a  dam … procuress! She brings women into our parents’ home, who have no decency and want to force themselves into my bed! And my uncle Dougal is a greedy killer trying to murder me! And you ask me, why I speak of embarrassing?!“

         Claire gently stroked his left cheek. Then she said calmly:

         "I understand you, Jamie. Really. What your sister and uncle have done is … repugnant. But why should you be ashamed of it? They did it. You are …” she paused for a moment, searching for another word for “victim.” Jamie wanted to interrupt her.

         "Claire, it’s …“

         He wondered if she could understand him at all? The only family Claire had left after her fifth birthday was her uncle Lambert. Undoubtedly her uncle had loved her and provided her with an excellent education. But to be a descendant of a centuries-old Scottish family dynasty that had held on to its values ​​and traditions even in exile and passed them down from generation to generation was something quite different. Would she ever be able to understand that? More importantly, would she be able to share those values ​​and traditions?

         "No, Jamie, please! Please let me finish.”

         He exhaled audibly … and nodded.

         "I understood you,“ she said (and suddenly felt transported to the operating table at the hospital, where she gave instructions to her co-doctors and the nurses), "I agree with you. What your sister and uncle have done is despicable. But why should you be embarrassed? You have done nothing to justify such behavior on your part. You are the aggrieved party. You don’t have to be ashamed of anything they’ve done!”

         "Claire, I … it’s mine … they’re part of my family! Parts of my family did that. Shouldn’t I be ashamed?“

         "Jamie, I understand you,” she said, emphasizing and even more slowly than before, “really. But they are adults who are responsible for their own actions. You can not take responsibility for everything anyone in your family does!”

         She pulled him close and rested his head against her chest as she continued to smooth with her right hand over his back.

         "You are different, Jamie. You made something of yourself. You are a successful lawyer and …  You are a respected man. I saw it myself - in court, with your friends and different other people. Everyone I met spoke highly of you.“

         "At least I tried,” he said quietly but didn’t look up at her.

         Claire hugged his head tighter and ran her hands through his hair.

         "And you succeeded. Believe me. I’m not just saying that to … Jamie, not one man … really not one man I’ve ever known treated me with so much decency … and courtesy as you.“

         He raised his head and looked at her. His eyes reflected a mixture of sadness and hope. But before he could object, she asked him:

         "Come on, tell me how that happened. Believe me, you’ll feel better afterward. I know what I’m talking about. You can not imagine how much it helped me to tell you my story when we talked about all of this in prison. ”

         Once again she looked him in the eyes.

         "And I didn’t know you so well back then. I had to overcome my uneasiness, but I felt better afterward.“

         "You’re a really brave woman,” he replied. As Claire remained silent, he asked in a jesting tone:

         "Well, was that too cheesy again?“

         "Me and brave, really? And of what else do you dream at night, Dr. Fraser?”

         "Only of you.“

         A big smile crossed his face.

         But Claire decided that she didn’t want to be distracted by any little flirting. She looked at him with a piercing look. Then she poked several times with the pointed nail of her index finger on his chest.

         "Tell! Me! Now!”

         Jamie took another deep breath.

“Stadthaus Berlin-Moabit” by karlherl          "Aye, sir!” he said smiling. Feeling that Claire’s patience was not infinite, he continued: 

         “Well … my mother had two brothers, Colum and Dougal. The older one, Colum MacKenzie, suffered from a very serious illness and when he couldn’t stand the pain any longer, he committed suicide a few years ago. Dougal MacKenzie, the younger one, is still alive. He was always like the black sheep of the family. He had affairs and cheated on his wife until she died of a broken heart. He neglected his family and … the number … of his illegitimate children … well, that number is probably unknown to himself. I doubt that he provides for their maintenance even rudimentary.

         The MacKenzie family owned a real estate company with a large number of rental apartments. Their ancestors had fled Scotland after the rising of 1745 and battle of Culloden. They settled in Brandenburg as farmers and livestock breeders and in that, they were very successful. With each generation, they expanded their wealth and thus their influence. Later they invested in real estate, not only in Brandenburg but also in the west of Germany. In this way, they saved part of their fortune despite the wars. After the fall of the Berlin Wall, the city became a boomtown. And when the Bundestag announced the decision that Berlin should become the capital of Germany again, real estate prices rose to unprecedented heights. Investors bought entire streets or quarters. There was a veritable gold digger mood. Everything seemed possible … No one, who didn’t experience that time, can imagine how those years felt. Also, the value of MacKenzie ownership rose and rose and rose. But shortly before the reunification, Jacob MacKenzie, the father of Colum, Dougal, and my mother had died. Colum MacKenzie inherited the company from his father because he was the first-born. My mother and Dougal were very generously compensated. But since my uncle Colum was very limited because of his disability, he was dependent on the help of younger brother. While Colum was in charge of the day-to-day operations, he left such things as negotiations with tenants, estate agents or local managers to Dougal.

         When we, the Frasers, came back into the possession of our old property at Potsdam ten years after the reunification of Germany,  my mother used a large part of the recently received heritage to finance the renovation of the estate and the facilities. My uncle Dougal, on the other hand, spend his inheritance, well, let’s say 'generously’. Twenty-five years after his father died, there was hardly any money left.

         After my mother and sometime later my father died, Dougal thought his time had come. Previously, he had already tried it with Colum’s son. Dougal is very cunning and an extremely 'good’ manipulator. He tried to persuade my cousin Hamish by making him feel guilty. You have to know that with the so-called 'Capital Decision’ also came a big construction boom. My uncle Colum was a far-sighted man and he had bought up and modernized a dilapidated construction company in time. With this company, he then entered the construction business and thus also made a lot of profit. Dougal told Hamish that his father’s company had just become so big and successful because he worked so hard for it and that his sick father was no longer in a position to do so. That’s why he should own a huge share of the company. But Hamish let him down. I once talked to my cousin and he told me that his father had warned him about his uncle. Colum had probably foreseen that - after his death - Dougal would try to bring the company under his power. Besides, Hamish is not stupid. He had seen that his father was very ill. But it had not escaped him that his father had great inner strength and economic intelligence. Yes, Dougal managed the outside appointments with construction companies, etc., which Colum could not attend to. But the day-to-day business, the management, the investments, all this was in Colum’s hands and fully under his control. Colum’s body was weak, but his mind was razor-sharp and assertive. There was no doubt about that until his death.“

“Hackesche Höfe Berlin” by suesun

         Claire had listened attentively and nodded.

         "And then? What happened next?”

         Jamie reached for his wineglass and took a sip. Claire did the same.

         "After he had no luck with my cousin,“ Jamie continued, putting his glass down, "he tried it with us. First, he asked me if he could join our law firm. But I had to tell him that we have a contract that allows lawyers only to participate and excludes other 'partners’. He was satisfied with that and I was glad about it. Then he tried it with Ian and Jenny. But Ian did not trust him … and neither did Jenny. They refused his offer and Ian later told me about it. I was very glad that they had not fallen for his hot air talks.

         Well and then … then he tried to kill me. He probably thought that once I got out of the way, he would have an easier time with Jenny and Ian. Besides, he’s one of the few immediate relatives I have left, and well, he obviously believed that he would inherit a huge part of my fortune. I’m sure he was speculating about that. He had also noticed that Jenny and I had had a quarrel and that we do not stay in contact any longer. That will have encouraged him too.

         It was in the autumn of that year, after the last summer party in Potsdam, when I one evening after sundown I went to the garden to let Brumm do his ‘little business’. Immediately I noticed that the dog was strangely excited and growled. I looked around but saw no one and so I dismissed that as a false alarm. Brumm was already old and couldn’t see well. Then suddenly a very heavy blow hit my head and I lost consciousness. Everything that happened then, I know only from what the Schallers told me. The man who had struck me had invaded the house after the attack - through the door leading from the garden to the winter garden. He had rummaged through some cabinets and also opened a cabinet in which a small wall safe is installed. Normally it is no problem for burglars to open such a wall safe or to tear it from the wall and take it with them. However, I had this small safe coupled with the new alarm and security system. You remember the one I had installed after this crazy young woman … ”

         Claire nodded.

         "The man triggered the alarm and thus the alarm sirens began to howl around the house. In addition, the security system is connected to the security company that installed it. They called and since no one answered the phone and reported the alarm as a false alarm, they notified the police. Shortly thereafter, a police patrol arrived. But Martha and her husband had already come and found me. I was taken to the Hospital of the Order of Malta and got surgery during the night. I had to stay there for two weeks.“

         "What … what did the doctors diagnose?”

“Notarzt” by d-keller

         "Well, I could have had a serious brain injury and lasting damage. But I have, as they say, luck in misfortune. My scalp had burst at various points and there was a great loss of blood. I also had a concussion. But my skull bones were still unbroken. It could have been much worse. The doctors said it was a miracle and they could only explain it that I would probably have just turned in the moment the offender struck me. One of my body sides must have come between me and the attacker and thus the blow was buffered. I can’t comment on that because I can only remember the following: I went to the garden, Brumm behaved strangely and then I felt a hit on my head, fell and everything around me turned black.“

         "And how do you know that it was your Uncle Dougal who wanted to kill you?”

         "Well, for one, the police found fingerprints of him in the house. There were only a few, but they were in places he had not touched on any of his former visits. I had never shown him the wall safe. At first, the police couldn’t assign the fingerprints, because my uncle had not yet made a criminal appearance and therefore his fingerprints were not stored in any police database. But on his escape from the property, he lost his scarf. It was a very individual piece with a Scottish pattern. When the police presented this scarf to me in the hospital a few days later, I immediately recognized it. I even own a picture of my uncle with this scarf. It’s a picture of better days …“

         Claire sighed.

         "And what happened then?”

         "Dougal was caught in a police stop and search. He was sentenced to 14 years in prison by the district court of Berlin. He was still lucky because in Germany the attempt to murder someone can be punished in the same way as accomplished murder. He … he’s incarcerated in the correctional facility in Berlin-Tegel. That is a prison for detention criminals and for the preventive detention of very serious offenders.“

         "Then you are … save … for now … for sure?”

         "Yeah, if my uncle gets out of jail … if he ever gets out of jail … then he’s almost 70 years old and hardly able to do that again.“

         He looked at her and to his surprise, she seemed to be completely calm. Claire stroked his hair gently again. Then she said:

         "It’s getting late, Jamie. We should go to sleep.”

Thank you for reading. Sorry, I know, this chapter has become very long. But I wanted to finish Jamie’s story. With the next chapter, we’re going back to his preparation of Claire’s trial. Next time read: “The Murderess of the Grunewald (26): A lesson in (criminal) media history (1)”

#themurderessofthegrunewald #outlander #outlander fan fiction #claire beauchamp #claire randall #jamie fraser #ian murray #jenny murray #colum mackenzie #dougal mackenzie #ellen mackenzie #ellen fraser #hamish mackenzie #grunewald #berlin #deutschland #germany #brandenburg #potsdam #rügen #adso the cat #bismarck the dachshund #crime au #modern au

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Life Update~! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

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Well, first things first- I GOT A JOB~!!!! ♥♥♥

NGL, It's minimum wage and I have to wear a hair net (*blegh*)

BUT It's money~!!! And I've been looking for a job since I first moved to the city, so Hooray~! ♥♥♥

However, it has been keeping me super busy. I had to put everything else on my plate off to the side. I also have a lot of obligations outside of work that I need to take care of AND /HHHhhh///

I have been itching to get back into posting art. And just, getting back into art in general.

It's kind of hard to find a balance, especially after not posting art for a few years and what not. Plus! I'm also at this weird point in my life, where I'm finally learning how to be on my own and while it can be stressful I'm also really excited about it.

There's the issue of going back to school, figuring out my career path, and ///HHHHhhhh/// - Housing.

TBH, I'm so flummoxed when it comes to the issue of schooling. I really don't see myself working in a government or corporate position and at the end of the day I just want enough money to have my own place and my own neko.

With enough left over for savings and treats.

Is that too much to ask!?

Anyway- I still have a few things that I need to take care of today, including meal prep before bed.

I hope that 2024 has been treating you all well so far and aaahhhhh-

Wish me luck~!!!!

#personal #♥♥♥ #life things #Be Quiet Skeez

[long-bodyswap]

Swapper

by brossession-collection 

Shit, Cliff thought as he heard the sirens in the background.   Gotta find a fucking body!  Quick!  They know I’m in this CIA operative! Yesterday… The authorities were in a mad scramble for him, trying to detain him due to his abilities.  Being able to switch bodies with anyone via eye contact and having high intensity mind control powers had given Cliff quite a fun last few years, but the trail of chaos he left in his path eventually caught up with him.  The CIA designed a special holding facility just for him.  He was being held in a room that featured a glass wall and door for observational purposes. They believed they could contain him, but they had severely underestimated his talents.   The guard assigned to monitor Cliff was equipped with special reflective glasses that made swapping impossible, but there was nothing to protect him from Cliff’s suggestive power.   “So you’re the little skeez shit that had the whole CIA shitting a brick.  Don’t seem so tough to me,” The guard said mockingly.   “Well it doesn’t help that I swapped into a high school boy before you guys got me.”“So how long are you guys going to keep me in here anyway?” Cliff asks.  “And why did you guys go all suburb bedroom?  I kind of expected prison to be a bit more concrete block and matte-finish metal.” Cliff asks.“Oh, you’re never getting out of here.  A person with your…talents is a liability to the safety of this country.  Can’t have you deciding to swap into Senators or Generals or even the President whenever you feel like it-”“No disrespect, but I prefer hot guys under the age of 25.  I might make an exception for you though,” Cliff says with a wink.   “I’d like to see you try,” the guard responds with a smirk, tapping on his special glasses.  “When we caught you and put you under we scanned your eyes and developed a countering mechanism to block your power.  These lenses reflect any attempts you make to swap with me.  We’ve also developed an inhibitory mechanism.  If you try to escape, our special dart guns are equipped with an ink-like inhibitor that will seal you inside your body and spread to form a distinctive tattoo, making you easier to identify and reclaim.”“You guys have been pretty busy it seems,” Clifford says with a sneer that seems so foreign in his current high school cutie body.   “You tend to be more efficient when you’re operating outside of the official federal government and agenda.  Oh right!  That’s a perfect tie-in to you being here forever.  Basically, we are getting to study your ability and body until we can replicate the process.  The suburb vibe is for your own comfort because we want you to feel safe while we learn more about you.”“I want to go.”“Negative.”“I didn’t do anything harmful!”“That’s not true and you know it!” the guard growls.  “You think there are no consequences to this little game you’ve been playing?  Every boy you have swapped with has been placed in a mental institution from the trauma and confusion of waking up in a completely different body.  How do you think we tracked you?!!  We followed the trail of spikes in schizophrenia and dissociative identity disorder diagnoses that you left wherever you went!”Cliff doesn’t say a word.  He just smirks and begins laughing.“You think that’s fucking funny?!  What do you have to say for yourself?!” The guard snaps.“oh just one thing,” Cliff says as he begins focusing intensely on the guard’s mind.  “Take off those glasses.”The guard stands frozen still, face going red as he resists the overwhelming urge he has to lift his arm up and remove those glasses.   “What the fuck?!  How are you?!  FUCK!” the guard roars as his hands continue slowly rising until they calmly pull those glasses off and put them in his pocket.  The guard is now squinting his eyes shut, spinning around and trying to run for help.“FREEZE!” Cliff shouts, making the guard stop in his tracks before he could sprint away.   “Good.  Now turn around.  And be quiet.”The guard reorients himself in front of Cliff, bright red in the face as he keeps squinting his eyes shut and fighting this control.   “Open your eyes and look at me.”The guard begrudgingly lifts his lids, instantly seizing up and grunting as surges of energy flow into him.  He convulses as the energy flowing into him makes him feel so full he might burst.  He feels sweet relief though as another energy dissipates out of his body, feeling light and completely free until he starts feeling warm and like he has mass once again.   Cliff wakes up on the ground right as the guard begins stirring in his new body.   “Very nice,” Cliff coos as he stands up and begins examining the CIA operative’s body.  Feeling his strength and muscular mass as he cockily begins grabbing his new body’s pecs and reaching his hands down his solid torso and rubbing his new meat through his dark slacks.   “What the…?” the guard says with the high school cutie’s voice as he blinks his dazed eyes open.  He groggily stand up before noticing his own body on the other side of the glass feeling itself up.   “SHIT!  GUARDS!!  HELP!!! SOMEONE!!!  THE SUBJECT HAS ESCAPED!!!  THE SUBJECT HAS MY BODY!!!”“Shut up!” Cliff growls at his previous body, instantly forcing the guard to be silent against his will.  “You should be thanking me.  A nice cute body like that doesn’t come along every now and then.” Cliff says as he approaches the glass door’s biometric scanners, letting the device scan his iris before hearing an unlocking click and the system saying: Approved access.  Welcome Agent Daniel Frost.   The real Daniel Frost cowers in the corner as his own body saunters over to him.   “Please!  You can’t just leave me hear!  They’ll find you!  We have brain scans that will show I’m not you!  You’ll have to kill me and this boy’s body because as soon as you leave I will report you to the first guard I see!”“Actually, I don’t think you’re going to say anything at all,” Cliff says as he focuses hard on the guard’s mind.  “I think you enjoy being a high school cutie.  I think you feel grateful to me and you will promise to keep our little secret.  I think you’re a fucking whore for cock and the best way for you to thank me is to let me dump a load in that tight virgin boy hole with your old cock.”The guard, Daniel, grabs his head as he scrunches in discomfort as he fights off Cliff’s influence.  His CIA training makes him naturally tougher to manipulate, but it’s not long before he let’s out a cry of defeat and collapses down to the floor, breathing deeply and smiling up at his old body.   “Thank you.  Fucking thank you!  I get to be young again!  And I get to be this hot high school boy!  I promise I won’t tell because I don’t ever want to go back!  I’m so grateful to you!  Please!  Be the first one to use my new virgin boycunt!” Daniel insists and begs as he looks up at his old body with adoring desire.   “Oh I’m gonna give you this cock alright,” Cliff growls as he begins pulling his CIA suit off, so fucking horny and turned on by the mind fucked CIA operative in the high school cutie in front of him.   Daniel is already naked by the time Cliff is nude and he gasps as he is scooped up by his strong old body and pressed up against the wall.   “Ohhhhh yeah, give it to me!  Let me show you how happy I am with this body!” Daniel exclaims as he reaches his hands to begin massaging his old body’s chest, squeezing those nipples and making Clifford get fully hard and growl in sexual desire.   “I know what that body likes,” Daniel says with a wink before moaning as Cliff forces their mouths together, letting them taste each others’ tongues as Daniel wraps his legs around his old body and squeezes to let Cliff know he was ready.   Cliff gets his new 8 inch meat slick with spit before pushing Daniel further up the wall with ease and lining the head of his dick with that tight boy hole.“oohhhhhhhh fuckkkkk,” Daniel moans as his old cock slides inside him in one long and smooth motion.  His old body is letting him slide down onto that meat until all 8 inches are completely inside him and he’s literally frozen by the fullness and gasping from how hard his new boy cock just got.   “Now comes the fun part,” Cliff whispers into Daniel’s ear before pulling those boy thighs up, making Daniel lift off his old 8 inch cock, cooing from the sensation and friction along his new hole’s nerve endings before Cliff yanks him back down onto a powerful thrust.   “AHHHHHHHH  OHHHH MY  FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK mmmmmmmmmYEAH  Please!  PLEASE!  God PLEASE FUCK ME SO HARD OH GOD!!!” Daniel screams as his old cock begins a full on assault of his hole, thrusting so deep up into him.  Cliff is using Daniel’s old body’s strength to repeatedly lift the boy up and thrust up onto the free falling hole, making them both grunt and grab onto each other so tight.  Daniel can’t get enough and he thrashes his head each time he’s speared by his old meat, but Cliff makes him focus as he locks their mouths together.  Their sounds of pleasure reverberate in each others’ mouths as Daniel keeps riding up and down on his old cock, feeling so good that his toes are curled tight and squirming.   They keep this up for over half an hour, becoming soaking wet with sweat but continuing to plow on thanks to the CIA operative’s body’s stamina and training and the high school boy’s body’s fitness and athleticism.   Finally, the pressure becomes too much as they both reach earth-shattering orgasm together.   “I’m gonna- FUCK I’m close!  GOD your hole feels so fucking GOOD!” Cliff roars as he thrusts up into the panting boy.  Daniel is beyond words at this point as his old body continues to fuck his new hole.  He wants so desperately to shout out his joy and appreciation, but the best he can do is squeeze his new boy body’s ass muscles, making Daniel grunt and go into a thrusting heaven as he’s overcome by the feeling of Daniel’s tightened hole.   “Ohhhhhhhhhh KEEP DOING THAT KEEP DOING THAT KEEP-AHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Cliff roars as he slams his meat into the boy’s hole one last time, squirming as he feels a flood of hot cum surge into that tight boycunt, stream after stream.  Daniel is overcome by the feeling of his old body’s cum filling him up and without even touching his cock he starts shooting streams of youthful teen cum that spray the chests of his old and his new body.   Finally settling down, Cliff carries Daniel over to the bed and lays down on top of him, cock still buried deep inside.   “Thank you so much,” Daniel whispers to his new body.“No, thank you,”  Cliff says, enjoying his new deep and powerful voice.  “Now go to sleep.”Daniel instantly passes out.  As Cliff slides his cock out of the slumbering CIA operative he can’t help but groan in pleasure one last time before being impressed by the flood of cum leaking out of that used hole.  Must have been enough to make a solid handful!“Gonna miss that body, but yours will do for now,” Cliff says to the slumbering operative.  “Now it’s time to get cleaned up and get the fuck out of here.”TBC

[adapembroke]

Hello! Thank you for doing these! If there's still a slot, could I get a self care reading please? Aquarius moon (10H), Aries sun (12H), taurus rising

Since I already did a reading for Aquarius moons in general, I’m going to focus on the 10th house. 

With the moon in the 10th house, you have an emotional need to feel like you have a role to play in the community. Anyone with a strong emphasis on the 10th house will tend to feel this way: sun in the 10th, ruler of the ascendant in the 10th, lots of planets in the 10th...

There’s a lot of pressure in society to have a personal sense of mission, and there are a lot of scammy life coaches and personal development people who prey on that pressure, drumming up a sense of panic in people who would really be much happier caring about their families or living a quiet life with a quiet job. Because of the skeeze that goes along with the idea of “life purpose” and “calling,” there is also a backlash against people who legitimately have a need to feel as though they have a role to play in the community. 

10th house people have the tendency to be caught between these two forces. One the one hand, they have all of these motivational speakers yelling at them to get it together already. On the other hand, the people around them can be dismissive. “Who are you to think you have something to offer?” 

In a time when part of society is flailing to keep society together, and the rest of society is being told to stay home and out of the way as much as possible, having a strong 10th house can be enormously challenging. 

If you are one of the Stay Home people... Especially in the first half of life, 10th house people have a tendency to struggle with the feeling that there is something they MUST do and no one wants it. If you struggle with feeling that way, those feelings are probably turned up to 11 right now. 

If you’re struggling, the best thing you can do is take care of yourself. You can’t take care of anyone else if you can’t take care of yourself. That is your mission.

Even if you are personally doing okay right now, there will be moments when you have a choice between taking what you need and leaving the rest on the shelf and buying as much as you possibly can and leaving the people behind you with nothing. There will be moments when you have a choice between breaking the social isolation rules and suffering inside. 

Your personal mission right now is to make the right choice in those situations. Those choices are so small. It can be hard to feel like they’re making a difference. Anything you can do to reassure yourself of how important those decisions actually are--and they are important!--will help you right now.

If you are still working and/or are caring for someone who is sick... Your work is important. I hope that you’re hearing it so often you’re tired of hearing it, but, just in case: your work is important, and we appreciate you. 

At the same time, be careful about trying to take on personal responsibility for the entire pandemic. Take care of yourself as much as you possibly can. 

You might be in a position where your physical limits are being pressed to the max. If so, so it is essential that you do whatever you can to not internalize the message that your limitations are meaningless and that you need to be everything to everyone. 

Stay safe, stay well!

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 4~

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Image Credit: Pictures not mine obviously, but the collage is.

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, mention of murder, fluff...a little heated makeout session.

A/N: I really hope this doesn’t suck too terrible! **insert nervous laughter here**

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“I just.need to know why you’re here...” Hale repeated for the millionth time, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as Teagan continued to ignore him. Choosing instead to fidget obnoxiously with the cuffs that bound her wrists to the table they sat at.

“Look, you’re not in any trouble...as of right now at least. But legally we have to detain you until that paperwork comes through. IF it comes through.”

“It’ll come through.” She replied flatly.

“Come on, Teagan...work with me here.” Hale stated as he leaned forward against the table. “I’m trying to help you...I know he’s out. I know that’s gotta be at least part of the reason you came back. That was part of the agreement all those year ago, wasn’t it? Between the Club and Charming PD? 

Her green gaze snapped up to meet his, cold and void of any emotion as she started him down with a hard look that made him shift uncomfortably as he sat back in his chair.

“You don’t know shit...”

“Teag-“ 

“Save it, David!” She snapped, cutting him off before he could finish. Not in the mood the niceties.  “You didn’t give a shit back then and you sure as shit don’t give one now! Just leave put me in a god damn cell and leave me the hell alone!”

Hale frowned, his gaze falling to the table as he rose from his seat. “I cared a hell of a lot more than you seem too remember.” He replied calmly. Pausing as he pulled the door open to exit the room, glancing over his shoulder before he stepped out.

“Cells are all full.” 

The door swinging shut behind him with an audible thud. Leaving Teagan alone to her own thoughts as she rested her head against the cold metal table. ‘Where the fuck was her Lawyer?!’

-- 12hrs Later --

Gemma slammed the phone back down of the receiver, rubbing at her temples to try and soothe the stress headache that was trying to settling in. She had spent countless hours making phone calls and was getting nowhere. Her fuse was growing short, and it was starting to show.

“Lawyer’s goddamn usless!” She muttered to herself as she lit the cigarette between her lips.

“Still no luck?” Jax’s voice came from the door that lead out into the Garage of Teller-Morrow. Propped just inside the doorway, arms crossed as he watched his mother with a worried expression. Tig approaching slowly to stand behind him, remaining quiet. Gemma shook her head.

“Damn Lawyer won’t pick up.” She sighed, taking a long drag from her smoke. “I’ve called every number Teag has listed for him, and nothin’...it’s like the guy fell off the face of the goddamn planet.”

“Wait, there’s no answer at his firm?” Tig spoke up, stepping into the office as he looked down at Gemma, her expression annoyed as she nodded in response. Cigarette between her lips again.

“Why, that mean somethin’ to you Tiggy?” She questioned, propping her elbows on her desk as she leaned forward. Watching him carefully.

“Last I knew the guy had like three Secretaries.” Tig recalled, his brows furrowed with worry. “I mean, the guys a total Skeeze, but he’s reliable. He’s never been known to not pick up or return a call within’ more than a few hours. Especially on Teagan’s case...” 

“You don’t think...?” Gemma’s words trailed off as she stood, exchanging a worried glance with her son, one hand resting on the desk as shr pressed the other to her chest, the anxiety that had been building started to creep to the surface.

“I think maybe it’s time we go pay her Lawyer a little welfare check.” Jax stated calmly. Watching his mother nod in agreement.

“You go round up the boys...” She nodded. “I’ll go talk to Clay.”

“Wha’s goin’ on, Jackie Boy?” Chibs questioned with a concerned look as he and watched Jax and Tig exit out of Gemma’s office and back into the garage. Stopping him as they approached, Jax instructing that everyone not a member leave and roll up shop. Jax sighed.

“Teagan’s Lawyer has gone MIA. We need to make a run down to Vegas...pay him a visit an’ see what’s going on.” He replied, Chibs nodding in return.

“Ye wan’ me to give the Tacoma boys a call? See how far ou’they are?” 

“That’d be good, give Bobby a call to.” Jax stated, turning to address the rest of the group as Chibs stepped away. “Ope, go track down Juice. We’re probably goin’ to need his hacking skills.”

“SAMTAC will be ‘ere in half an hour. Bobby’s on his way.” Jax gave a nod, rubbing a hand across his face as he glanced up to the clock on the wall, noting the time. “We’ll meet back at the Clubhouse in an hour...head out soon as everyone is here.” He dismissed.

“Ye al’righ?” Chibs questioned Tig who ran a frustrated hand through his hair, shaking his head as they started for the Clubhouse. 

“She can’t go back man.” He shook his head. “We need to sort this out...she can’t go back to Vegas.” Chibs gave his brother a reassuring pat on the back as he nodded. Choosing not to press him for information at that given moment in time as they walked. Knowing a enough that whatever Teagan was running from, was pretty serious.

“Aye, we’ll get it sorted Tiggy. We’ll keep ‘er safe.” 

-- 24hrs --

“Trager?” Teagan sighed, lifting her head up off the small uncomfortable bed of her cell. Arching a questioning brow at the officer who was standing on the other side of the bars. 

“What?” She pressed when he didn’t continue, sitting up as she swung her legs over the edge, boots hitting the floor loudly as she stood and walked over to him. 

“You got a phone call.” He finished, motioning for her to put her hands through the meal slot so he could cuff her. She rolled her eyes in annoyance but obliged, nonetheless. 

“Christ, it’s not like I’m a murderer.” She grumbled as he opened the cell, taking her arm gently as he guided her down the hall.

“Just a precaution.” He replied causally as they rounded the corner, pausing just outside an office door. Knocking twice before pushing it open and gesturing for her to have a seat. The door closing behind her as she sat down in the empty room. Waiting for what, she had no idea?

“Thought I had a phone call.” She stated with an annoyed tone as she heard the door open behind her, expecting to see Hale round the desk as she looked up. A smile spreading across her face as she caught sight of the older man.

“Sorry our accommodations aren’t up to your standards.” 

“Jesus Wayne.” She chuckled as she got to her feet, accepting the hug he offered her. A smile on his own face as he held her out at arms length. “You ain’t retired yet old man?”

“At the rate I’m goin’, I’ll retire when I’m dead.” He scoffed with a grin, moving to sit opposite her on the other side of the desk. Picking up the phone and dialing a number as Teagan returned to her own seat, watching him curiously as the opposite line rang. 

“Gem-- Yeah, got her right-- Alright, alright! Jesus, Gem, just calm down. Here--” Wayne held the phone out for Teagan to take, shaking his head, Gemma’s voice still shouting through the receiver as she accepted it.

“‘Bout goddamn time.” Teagan teased as she put the phone to her ear, adjusting her elbow on the arm rest to find a comfortable position to hold it with the cuffs still on. 

“How you holdin’ up, sweetheart?” 

“Great.” Teagan replied sarcastically. “Five star treatment...don’t know why I don’t come here more often.”

“Don’t be a shit.” 

“Sorry, Gem.” She chuckled lightly. “You get ahold of Jameson yet?” There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. “Gem?”

“About that...the boys made a run down to Vegas.”

“Why would they do that?” Teagan chimed in, sitting up a little straighter in her chair. Gemma sighed on the other end of the phone, the distinct click of a lighter made her groan inwardly...’she’d kill for a cigarette right now’

“Your lawyer never picked up. Jax and Clay agreed it’d be best if the guys made a run to check up on him. See about getting your papers...” Gemma trailed off, leaving Teagan’s nerves frayed as she waited for her to finish.

“Gem?” Her voice was soft, just barely above a whisper.

“Your lawyer’s dead, Sweetie.” Teagan nearly dropped the phone. “His office girls too. Looked like a hit from the sound of it.”

“Jesus Christ...” Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest, it was beating so fast. Her anxiety building rapidly as she closed her eyes.

“Juice found your file hidden on a personal laptop they pulled from his house. Everything in the office was wiped clean...he thinks he can crack the pass-codes once they’re back, but it’ll take a little more time.”  Teagan nodded, even though Gemma couldn’t see her. 

“Sweetheart? You alright?” 

“Yeah...” Teagan replied as she let the phone fall away from her ear. Passing it back to Wayne as she stood and exited his office. The officer from before escorting her back to her cell. 

‘Great...more waiting’

-- 72hrs --

Gemma breathed a sigh of relief as Juice set all the appropriate paperwork on the desk in front of her. Thumbing through it briefly, finding signatures complete and everything to be in order. 

“You’re a lifesaver Sweetheart.” Stuffing the papers inside a folder as she stood, placing a kiss to one cheek as she patted the other softly with a smile. Turning to grab the office phone as it started ringing.

“Teller-Morrow Garage?” She spoke into the receiver. “SHE DID WHAT?!” 

The yelling caught the attention of everyone out in the shop, Tig hurrying into the office with Chibs and Jax close behind. Watching as Gemma fumed, not the least bit happy with whoever was on the other end of the phone.

“Why the hell would you put her in a cell with anyone else?! ... I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE OVER CROWDED! ... Put Unser on the goddamn phone!” 

“That can’t possibly be good...” Tig groaned.

“She beat up a hooker...are you fucking kidding me, Wayne?! Do you not remember her teenage years!? ... Yeah. We got the papers. I’ll get a hold of her. Jesus Wayne, just start the damn bail process already!” Gemma slammed the phone down, snatching the folder off her desk and thrusting it against Chibs’ chest.

“Take these to Unser...and hold on to your ass. Teagan’s losin’ her shit.” 

“I can go--” Tig stepped in, falling silent when Gemma held her hand up and shook her head.

“No.” She replied firmly. “You and me are gonna go talk to Lowen. Fill her in on Teagan’s case, and hope to fucking hell that hooker don’t press charges.”

Unser was out front with Teagan -- attempting to calm her down by the looks of it -- when Chibs rolled up. Climbing off his bike as he watched her pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Frowning as he approached them, noting the darkening bruises and bloody cuts that adorned her face.

“’Christ...” 

“You should see the hooker.” Unser replied as he took the folder Chibs handed him. Flipping through it briefly, making sure everything was there before nodding. “She’s all yours...hope your wearin’ a cup.” He muttered, hands raised briefly as he turned away, pushing the door open as he disappeared inside the station before Chibs could ask.

Chibs approached her carefully, remaining silent as he held his pack of smokes and lighter out to her. She gave an appreciative nod as she accepted them, pulling a smoke from the pack before handing it back to him. Her bloodied hands shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to light the cigarette that now hung from her lips. Her frustrations settling a bit as his callused hands closed around her own gently, pulling the lighter into his own grasp to help her.

“Thanks.” She muttered quietly, taking a long pull as she savored the much needed nicotine that flooded through her system.

“Ye doin’ al’right, love?” He questioned, inspecting several of the deeper cuts on her face carefully; apologizing as she winced, his thumb smoothing across her her cheek as she leaned into his touch. His warm brown gaze studying her carefully as she closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath before pulling away to finish her cigarette. His question remaining unanswered as she descended the steps down to his bike. Pulling the spare helmet off the sissy bar and putting it on.

“Let’s just go...” 

Chibs nodded, putting his own helmet back on before mounting his bike. Giving her a hand as she swung her leg over and settled behind him, placing her feet on the spare set of foot pegs. Her hands locking around his waist as he kicked the stand up and fired the bike up, speeding out of the parking lot and onto the main road.  

They took the long way back to Teller-Morrow, the ride easing some of the tension in Teagan’s body as they cruised across town. Her cheek resting against his leather clad back, his left hand occasionally drifting to rest over hers reassuringly. Frowning at the loss of contact when they finally reached the Clubhouse. Teagan climbing off the bike, placing the helmet back in it’s rightful place before disappearing inside.

“She okay?” Tig asked as he approached.

“’Bout as far from it as ye can get.” Chibs replied, placing his helmet on the handle bar as he shook his head. “Never seen’a lass so unraveled before.” 

“Yeah...well, she’s got every right to be at the moment.” Tig added. “Thanks for pickin’ her up man. 

“Aye.” Chibs nodded. “Tara still here?” 

“Nah. She and Able left about an hour ago.” Tig replied. “She left her bag though.” Chibs pushed away from his bike with a sigh as they started for the Clubhouse. Tig clapping him on the back before veering off towards the garage, watching as the Scot raised a questioning eyebrow in his direction.

“God speed man...”

“The hell is tha’ suppose’ta mean?” He questioned.

“Means have fun playin’ Doctor with my batshit crazy sister.” Tig scoffed a laugh before disappearing from sight. Chibs entering the Clubhouse, greeted by a horrified looking Half-Sack who pointed down the hallway before tossing Tara’s medical bag at him.

“Pussy...” He muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes. Grabbing a bottle of Tequila before disappearing down the hall himself. Music blared loudly from the room Gemma had spent the last few days setting up for Teagan. He paused outside the door for a moment, knocking loudly but receiving no answer. Taking a deep breath as he tried the handle, pushing the door open cautiously just in case she planned on aiming anything at his head.

But the room was empty when he entered, glancing around to see that the bathroom door was shut as the faint sound of water could be detected over sound of Deff Leppard blaring from of the sound system in the corner. Closing the door, he chuckled softly and dropped the medical bag on her bed. Taking a seat and lighting a cigarette as he waited patiently...for a good twenty minutes.

“Jesus- fuck me!” Teagan jumped, her hand flying up to clutch the towel she wore to keep it from falling. Chibs chuckled softly as he rose to his feet, ignoring the glare she gave him as he opened the medical bag.

“I could’ve been naked.” 

“Nothin’ I have’na seen before, lass.” He grinned, the dimples in his cheeks appearing as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully at her. Teagan rolling her eyes with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I can take care of it myself...I’m fine.” She snapped, jerking her chin toward the medical bag.

“Ah, no...” He replied, gesturing to her right cheek. “Ye need stitches, so sit.” Teagan remained rooted to the spot where she stood. A hard look fixed on the Scot who simply rolled his eyes.

“There’s only two ways this can go lovey.” He added. “Both end with me winnin’.” He extended the bottle of Tequila out to her, wiggling it back and forth. Smiling at the audible growl he received in return as she snatched it and disappeared back into the bathroom for a moment; returning a few moments later in a black silk robe that barely fell to mid-thigh. 

“Fine.” She huffed out, taking a seat on the bed. Ignoring the triumphant look Chibs wore as he dug around in the bag, pulling out everything he needed and laying it out neatly before disappearing to wash his hands. Slipping on a pair of gloves once he had returned and pulled up a chair. Numbing the area around the cut with a Local before attending to the other cuts. Making sure they were properly cleaned and butterflying two more that deep, but didn’t need stitches.

“You certainly know your way around a medical bag.” Teagan commented, taking a swig of Tequila as she watched him thread the surgical thread through the needle carefully. Shaking her head when he prodded around the area to insure it was numb. 

“You a doctor or something?”

“Was an Army Medic, f’er the British.” He replied, turning her head gently as he started to stitch the wound closed carefully. “Jax’s ole’lady, Tara, she’s taught me a good deal.” 

Teagan hummed in response, careful not to move too much as he worked. Fiddling absentmindedly with the white lace trim on the end of her robe. Watching him from the corner of her eye as he concentrated on tying off the suture, his tongue poking out slightly.

“I’m suing if it scars.” She teased lightly before taking another pull off the bottle. Chibs chuckled lightly in return, opening up another packet of alcohol wipes before picking up her right hand; cleaning the cuts and scrapes on her hands.

“Ye ain’t gonna get much.” He replied with a toothy sideways grin. Releasing her hand and gesturing for her left, taking a swig of Tequila when she offered it to him, grimacing at the burn as he swallowed. 

“Gah, how do ye drink tha’ shite?” 

Teagan chuckled softly at the face he made, simply shrugging in response as she took another pull herself. Flexing her hand as Chibs released it, pushing himself out of the chair as he stripped the gloves off and cleaned up the mess he had made. Zipping the medical bag closed before tossing it over his shoulder and looking down at her, touching her cheek lightly before withdrawing her hand.

“I’ll leave ye be.” He gave a respectful nod, turning as he started for the door. Pausing when he felt her fingers close around his wrist, looking down at her curiously.

“Thank you, Chibs...and...I’m sorry I’m kind of an unbearable bitch.” Teagan spoke softly, releasing his wrist as she hugged her arms around herself. Averting her gaze away from his as her eyes started to suddenly sting with tears. 

“Hey now,” He cooed lightly, dropping the bag as he enveloped her in a hug. “Dinna speak ill of yer’self, lass. An’ ye’ve no reason to be apologizing...I understand.” Teagan nodded as she pulled away slightly, Chibs wiping away the few stray tears that ran down her cheeks.

“Nothin’ bad is goin’ta happen to ye either...I swear it. We take care of our own, lovey. Ye know where’ta find me if ye need somethin’.” He kissed the top of her head gently before pulling away to pic up the bag. Pulling the door open as he turned, throwing a glance over his shoulder before stepping out.

“An f’er future reference, ye can call me Filip.” 

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Teagan spent hours tossing and turning in an attempt to sleep. Her mind refusing to shut off, even after half a bottle of Tequila. The ghosts of her past -- as well as her present -- weighing her down heavily. Making it hard to focus on anything outside of the storm that was barreling straight for her at full speed. It was frustrating, and she felt so alone in everything that had been happening...she knew the Sons would protect her. 

But at what cost?

Huffing out in frustration she threw the covers off of herself, fumbling around for the switch on her lamp before standing. The liquor she had consumed hitting her full force, as she swayed a little. Putting a hand out to steady herself on the nightstand beside her bed as she straightened up, throwing a tank-top back on before wandering for her door. To lazy to bother with pants as she stepped out into the hall in her underwear, fumbling down the hall for the kitchen for a bottle of water. Thankful that everyone had either left or gone to bed hours ago.

She was stumbling her way back down the hall when she noticed the light in Chibs room was still on, shining out from beneath the door as she paused in front of it. Biting her lip softly as she contemplated going back to her own room, but before she could stop herself her hand was suddenly knocking softly before she pushed the door open. Chibs looking up from the book he’d been reading as she entered, his brows suddenly fraught with worry as he sat up a little.

“Ye al’righ love?” He asked as she closed the door quietly behind her. She nodded, making her way over to his bed and flopping down beside him with a sigh. 

“Can’t sleep.” She grumbled, her voice a little hoarse from the fit of drunken crying she experienced after he had left her room earlier. 

“Ye mean all tha’ Tequila dinna help?” He chuckled sarcastically, dodging away from the hand that blindly swatted at him before she fixed him with a glare. “Maybe ye should try some tea next time.” He teased lightly, Teagan rolling her eyes at him as she rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Dad.” She sassed back at him with an innocent look. Smirking lightly as Chibs broke into a fit of laughter.

“Aye, well, if we’re goin’ there, ye should probably put on some pants.” He added with a sly grin, taking his glasses off and setting them aside as he sat up, leaning over to yank open the drawer of his dresser. Snatching a pair of sweat pants and tossing them at her. Teagan sighing as they caught her upside the head, cover part of her face as she glared at him.

“I’m insulted.” She replied flatly, but her green eyes spoke differently. Snatching the material off her head as she climbed off the bed to pull the pants on -- that were just slightly to long for her short figure -- losing her balance as she pulled them up. Chibs darting off the bed, reaching out to grab her before she could fully topple to the the ground. 

Teagan could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as he steadied her back on her feet, strong arms still wrapped around her waist as she peered up at him through dark lashes. 

“I knew you were tall, but Jesus.” She muttered, staring down at her feet that were covered by the excess of material. Chibs chuckling as he glanced down, she was a good four to five inches shorter; his 6′2″ frame towering over her. 

“Aye, but they look nice on ye.” He chuckled, helping her back to the bed so she wouldn’t trip again. Settling himself comfortably with an arm behind his head, watching as she cuffed the pant legs a few times. Before laying back down beside him, fidgeting with the edge of the pillow case as she contemplated on whether or not she should return to her own room. Chewing her bottom lip out of habit, her brows furrowed together in thought...she really didn’t want to be alone right now.

“Ye can stay...if ye want.” He pipped up, almost as if reading her thoughts. His hand reaching out, brushing a few strands of dark hair behind her ear. Shifting as she scooted closer, not needing to be told a second time as she rested her head on his chest. His left arm wrapping around her, fingers trailing up and down her arm gently as she made herself comfortable. His eyes falling to the tattoo on her shoulder that peaked out from beneath her tank-top.

“That why they call ye Raven?” He inquired, pushing the material back slightly to reveal the creature that soared across her delicate skin. She hummed lightly as his fingers traced the outer wing. 

“No...” She replied softly, shifting onto her elbow so she could look up at him as she spoke; a sad smile touching her full lips as she recalled the memory. Chibs’ hand moving to rest against her cheek. “A friend gave me the nickname because of my hair...the bird came later, more or less as a bit of a joke.” 

Things fell silent between them, Chibs choosing not to press any farther than that. His eyes slipping closed briefly as Teagan’s own fingers reached out to trail across his right cheek, tracing the harsh curve of the scar as she studied it. Noting it was much deeper than the scar on his left as he guided her hand to the opposite cheek. His eyes never leaving hers as he watched her closely. Almost as if waiting for the same questions or reaction out of her that he likely received from others. 

So it caught him off guard when she shifted to her knees, straddling his lap as she pulling her tank-top up just below her breasts; revealing the scars that marred her skin. Several of the larger ones on her rib cage covered by the tattoo on her left side. She shivered lightly as Chibs’ index finger trailed from scar to scar, inspecting each one carefully as if trying figure out the story behind it. His eyes eventually drifting back up to meet hers; sad, but understanding. His hand falling to rest on her hip as she dropped her shirt.

She shifted, intending to lay back beside him, but the next thing she knew her lips were on his. Chibs caught by surprise at first, but slowly he kissed her back. Cupping the sides of her face as he shifted to sit up before allowing them to drift, pulling her closer to his chest as her tongue ghosted over his lower lip, earning her a small growl that rumbled through his chest as he opened his mouth; her tongue brushing over his as her hands fisted their way into his hair, tugging gently. 

Chibs smirked into the kiss, tightening his grip around her as he rolled. Teagan squeaking at the suddenness of the movement. A small moan replacing it soon after as his lips left hers to trail along her jaw and down her neck, attacking the sensitive spot between her collarbone and neck; her hips bucking involuntarily against his as she gasped. Her hands clawing at his shirt, pulling it up as he paused, allowing her to yank it over his head before returning his lips to hers. 

Groaning as his tongue entered her mouth again. Exploring. Still able to taste lingering hints of Marlboro and Tequila. His growing erection unavoidable now as he pressed himself closer to her, his own hips grinding slowly against her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Drawing another moan from her lips, the sound setting his senses ablaze with pleasure; like wildfire coursing through his veins as he lost himself in her touch. Hand traveling underneath her shirt to cup her breast, pulling away with a questioning look as his thumb brushed across something cold and metal.   

“Noo.” He arched an eyebrow curiously, earning an amused giggle from the young woman beneath him as she nodded. “Aren’t we full of surprises.” He chuckled, teeth nipping at her neck as his hands inched her shirt up slowly; almost teasing. A small whine of anticipation slipping out as Teagan squirmed beneath him, his lips moving to kiss across the bared flesh of her stomach. Her fingers back in his hair as he traveled higher, edging the thin material of her shirt up, freeing her breasts and the metal that pierced her nipples. 

Teagan gasped as his lips closed around her left nipple, sucking at the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking against the metal barbell, drawing a strangled moan as her legs clenched around his waist. The throbbing between her thighs growing more urgent as she ground her hips against him. Earning another growl as he moved to pay her other nipple the same amount of attention, the clink of metal against his teeth as he tugged gently nearly sending her over the edge.

Her hands tugging him back to her lips eagerly as she kissed him like her life suddenly depended on in. Tongues battling it out for dominance, Chibs eventually gaining the upper-hand as she gave in. Her hands moving the waist band of his sweats, about to push them down when his hand closed around her wrist. Breaking apart abruptly as he panted against her collarbone as he tried to catch his breath, groaning outwardly at the realization...

‘He was about to fuck Tig’s sister’ 

And as quickly -- and unexpectedly -- as their little romp had started, it was over. Teagan’s head falling back onto the pillow with a whine. Having a half way decent idea as to what had just happened.

“You thought about my brother...didn’t you?” She chuckled awkwardly, shifting as Chibs rolled onto his back, hands covering his face which was suddenly three shades of red. Teagan pulled her shirt down before reaching out to uncover Chibs’ face. 

“Hey? It’s cool.” She assured him gently.

“Sorry lovey...I jus’- it don’ feel righ’ goin’ behind his back. Y’er his kin...” He sighed.

“You don’t have to apologize, Filip.” She replied, shifting to curl into his side where she had originally started. Relieved when he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “He’s your friend...your brother. I get it.”

“Y’er not mad?” He questioned curiously, brows furrowed as he stared down at her. Teagan shifting in his arms to place a soft kiss to his lips, smiling softly as she pulled away. A small smile creeping onto his own lips, seemingly pleased with the wordless answer as she settled her head back against his chest. Placing a kiss to the top of her head before he reached of over and turned off the lights; pulling the blankets up over them. 

“Goodnight, Filip.”

“Aye...sleep well, lass.”

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disengagement part 5

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He does call, eventually. It takes another day for him to wipe away all the fear and hesitance. When he does, Taako picks up halfway through the second ring, and knows it’s Kravitz. When they talk, Taakos voice is gentle and lovely. Kravitz agrees to come over, to grab his bag and to talk. When he comes to Taakos front door, he feels the fear bubbling up again and quells it immediately, putting on a face that’s easier to talk to. When Taako answers the door, a wave of affection and wanting washes over him. He quells that as well.

"Krav?"

"Hi, Taako." He says, and fuck if he doesn’t hate how small his voice sounds right there. He adjusts himself and clears his throat, which was very tight, apparently. "I'm, um. Hello. It's good to see you." And it is. Just being close, and seeing the little smile on his face, and the concern in his eyes is soothing. Kravitz doesn't make a move forward. He can't push Taako any further than he already has.

“I’m really glad you called.” Taako says, really. Genuine. And quiet. He gives a small smile, the one he gives him over breakfast when it’s just the two of them, when they go to sleep together and Kravitz spies Taako’s mouth curling into it, when it’s just them. Taako guides them in the house.

"Kravitz, I think we should talk, yeah?"

“I'm--I'm sorry, Taako, I shouldn't've gotten--we've barely talked about it." Is all Kravitz can offer.

"You don't need to apologize, baby." Taako offers a warm smile that reaches to the tips of his toes. He takes Kravitz’s hand in his. "I'm the one who should be sorry, I can see how I might've spooked you. I tried calling, but you left your Stone here. And I wanted to give you a little space and time.”

Kravitz doesn't say anything, for fear of the tears welling in his eyes pouring over. Why did this stupid construct of a body cry? What's the point of that? Taako takes a trepidatious step forward, and extends him arms toward him. The reaper steps into the embrace, and the wizard wraps his arms around him, gentle and strong and lovely.

"I'm sorry." Kravitz says again. Because before Barry came by, he was haunted by the thought that this was the end for him and Taako. He half-expects Taako to be annoyed, but he just holds him a little closer.

"Please, darling, you're okay, it's okay." Taako says into his neck. "You're okay, Krav."

"I didn't want to upset you. I didn't even--" Kravitz starts to speak, but tapers off when he feels the tears again.

"I'm sorry that I didn't do a very good job explaining myself." Taako says, very easily, a little self-depricating. "I'm not--I'm not angry at you, or upset, or weirded out or anything. I was just very surprised. Kinda out of left field, for me, bub."

"Okay." Kravitz says simply, trying not to overthink, but to just be in this moment with Taako.

"Here, why don't we lie down in bed and talk a little bit, okay?" Taako offers. "Talking about my feelings isn't really my skeez but I owe you that much."

"You don't owe me anything." Kravitz responds. That's not how love works in his brain, in his heart. He's grateful for every moment and every piece of himself he gets with Taako, and is happy to make Taako happy. It's not about owing. It can’t be.

"Okay, okay, 'owe' is the wrong word, maybe. You deserve to have a boyfriend who talks about his feelings, particularly his feelings reagrding you, with you. And I love you, and I want to be deserving."

Taako rubs his thumb over the back of Kravitz hand and leads him to the bedroom. Kravitz doesn’t speak, unsure how to make this right or to stop the tears that are welling. But Taako doesn’t seem to mind the quiet. He just leads Kravitz into the bedroom, a little cleaner now, and climbs into bed. Kravitz hesitates before following suit, as he has so many times before. Taako welcomes him into his arms, the same easy smile soothing his rattled heart. He lies his head on his chest and listens to his steady heartbeat, a reminder of how full of life he is. A few tears drop and it wells in his throat, but Kravitz takes a long deep breath to tamp it down.

“Okay. So. Like. You got me a ring.” Kravitz nods against Taako’s chest, feeling the emotional exhaustion of very much not crying, thank you, wash over him. Taako rubs his hand over Kravitz’s locs, scratching gently at his scalp. Which he knows is Kravitz power down button, when he needs to boot down for a bit. “Which, is really cool. That you got me. Something. And I love you so much Krav. But I—hadn’t considered it. Not seriously. Because I didn’t think anyone would want me for that long. But you are exceptional, aren’t you?” Taako kisses the top of his head. Another tear falls. “So I—I just never thought any one would want to. And then you came along and kind of flipped everything I thought I knew about love on it’s head.” Taako holds him a little closer there and Kravitz relishes the touch and the company and every word out of his mouth. “I hadn’t thought about making a long term commitment to somebody outside my family of plane hopping dorks. Even then, it’s been really fucking hard readjusting to the idea that these are people who are in my life for the forseeable future. And like, forever.” Kravitz nods again, because he gets it. Being alone for so long and then very suddenly, not.

“I know we haven’t really talked about it much, and. I wasn’t going to until—unless I knew you wanted to. But I hope, the forseeable future and all, I hope that’s you.” Kravitz says, keeping his tone even, careful not to be too hopeful. A sob gathers in his chest but he’s not going to fuck this up by being over emotional and weepy. He can have this conversation.

“Good,” Taako laughs a little. “Because—I hope it’s you too, baby.”

And there’s the dam for Kravitz. The sob he’s been holding in escapes his throat and he shudders as tears fall against Taako. He shakes his head, as if it will will them away, but it just comes on heavier and deeper. And his instinct is to push away, so Taako doesn't have to deal with this, but Taako isn't pushing him away, he's just got his warm arms around him, and he's rubbing his back, and talking softly to soothe him. Just stay here, you're okay, it's okay. I'm right here, I've got you.

Kravitz just focuses on the way that calms him down, and helps him focus. With a few deep breaths, he's back to his normal breathing. Then he mumbles an apology.

"Krav, how many times have you hung out with me when I was being weepy and upset? " He asks with a laugh. "You don't need to say sorry, just take your time. We have plenty of time." How is it Taako knows just the right thing to say for him? His mood evens out, and he sits in the quiet closeness here.

"I thought I was going to lose you." He admits. "And...I thought I was out of time with you."

"No, no, it's gonna take a little more than that to scare me off at this point, Krav." Taako laughs a little and keeps rubbing circles on his back. "I know you wouldn't pull that out of your ass without talking to me about it. You're too old-school for that shit." Kravitz breathes a deep sigh of relief, and lets the soothing words wash over him. Anxiety still has his heart in a stranglehold, but it's easier now, his chest isn't so tight, and his breathing comes deeper and easier. Taako grabs him a warm towel to wipe his face, and when he returns to the bed, he keeps contact with Kravitz, knowing how it's good for him.

"Do you have to get back to work any time soon?" Taako asks as he brushes some hair behind his ear, smoothing a thumb around it.

"No, not 'til tomorrow afternoon. I have a two week recon, with Lup."

"Do you want to hang out with me, until you have to go hang out with my less beauitful counterpart?"

"I'd--that sounds really nice, yes."

"I'll make you that white fish dish, with the lemon and chili that you like, and we'll watch some stupid movies."

"You spoil me, sometimes, you know that?"

"Well I can make you something gross and we can watch some really good movies if you don't want to have any fun."

"You could never make something gross, darling."

"You haven't seen me try." Kravitz laughs at that, and lets himself rest easy in Taako's arms. He's tired after the ordeal of the past couple days, but it's all okay now, so the exhaustion is welcome, when he has somewhere safe to rest.

They chat idly between stretches of quietness as they just lay together in bed, Taako doing his best to gage Kravitz's emotions and lighten it up with a kiss here, a soothing rub of his hand down his arm, anything to comfort him. It's a skill he's still developing, after three years of being together. But in those years, Taako has had night terrors, and fights with Lup, and horrible days. But Kravitz was always there, with his arms open and his cool touch that feels like home. Even when they fought, Kravitz was never far, never unwilling to forgive and move on, so long as they did it together. And, well, fuck, he really loves him. And he wants him. And he wants to share his whole life with him. Even if that's a terrifying prospect for Taako right now, it's something he could warm up to. Something he wants to want.

“Can I see the ring?”

“I left it—back in my office. I didn’t see much point in carrying it around. Anymore.” Kravitz says. He tenses and steels himself.

“Maybe not right now, but maybe soon. After we’ve talked about it a little more. But I’d still like to see it.” Kravitz rises from the bed and tears a quick portal through realities to grab the ring. Just holding it tightens his chest and makes his hands feel like glass. He cracks the box delicately and presents it to Taako. He’s still standing out of the bed, and Taako kneels up on the bed to look closer.

It’s fairly simple. A gold band embedded with a swirling sapphire and two pink tourmaline gems on either side. It certainly wouldn’t be the flashiest or most expensive piece of jewelry Taako wore but it was from Kravitz, and it was a promise to love him and care for him for the rest of time, and that made it undeniably beautiful. So beautiful that tears start to well in Taakos eyes. When Kravitz sees this, he closes the box and returns it to the bedside table. He kneels on the bed in front of Taako and reaches out to comfort him, but Taako only shakes his head and wipes a tear away.

“Kravitz.” He speaks through the waver in his voice.

“I could...I can get you something different. If you don’t—“

“No it’s not that. It’s really beautiful,” Taako makes a point to look Kravitz in the eye when he says this. “It’s....Kravitz.” He chokes on the name. “It’s so....it’s perfect.” Kravitz breathes a sigh of relief and takes Taakos hand in his.

“Well I wanted it to match you.” Kravitz replies, easy.

“You big sap.” Taako throws his arms around Kravitz and pulls him close. “I love you.” He kisses his shoulder, where his face is and then pulls him closer still. Kravitz reciprocates, and shoves his face into the crook of Taako's neck, breathing him in.

Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or for another three years, or three more after that would Kravitz show Taako the ring again, when he was proposing for real. But today, they were wrapped up in each other, breathing in the easy morning air, teasing each other with gentle kisses and touches, and content to know that they were loved, very deeply, by the man holding him.

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