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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Danny wakes up and the immediate problems with that

Everything hurt. Just like he had taken a beating from Skulker again or after when Vlad tried to steal his DNA. Danny’s eyes didn’t want to open, they were so heavy, and he was so tired. Waking up exhausted is never a grand time. He didn’t want to get up. Sleep just sounded better, just five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

But something wasn’t right. This wasn’t his bed. It wasn’t even tuckers couch. No, it was too small. Too hard. It wasn’t even the floor at school. He had never fallen asleep before.

Stiffening as the memories came flashing back. The war, Jack and Maddie, the scalpel hitting his skin, the cuffs holding him down. Gotham herself and then his latest kidnapping. His breathing was more rapid. He needed to calm down.

What if he was being watched? He needs to be calm. Calm his breaths, do something. He needed to act asleep. If he was lucky no one was around, he didn’t hear anything. That was a good sign. Danny needed to figure out a plan. Come up with something sensible. Unlike the last few days.

Never once had he thought he would end up around a crime lord. That just doesn’t happen, Amity doesn’t have any gangs, that was all stuff in action movies. Did Amity even have legit cops? He’s only ever seen the two. Danny just let himself be taken by a crime lord. Who knows what they could have done to him? They may both are hiding from the government but come on. When Jazz finds out he’s so screwed. There is no way she won’t. Jazz always seems to know everything.

He should have fought more.

So, what if his powers just didn’t cooperate? It’s no excuse. Despite his best effort to get out of reds grip. The man was too strong. All his struggles went unnoticed he hadn’t seemed to even bat an eye. Waiting him out wouldn’t work. Not with his threat. Being found by the vigilantes was one of the worse outcomes. His powers had only managed to make the area colder. No ecto blast, no lasers, no intangibility he couldn’t even shapeshift. The more he pushed the worse he felt. It had become too painful to struggle, the more he tried to use his powers the more it spread.

His human side was still too injured that struggling itself had hurt him. Every attempted twist or turn sent waves of pain through him. Whether physical or magical it was a problem.

He had been stuck.

Take a chance with a crime lord and hopefully make it through the next day or be found by the vigilantes.

The vigilantes were too big a risk. They had worked with the police before. The police and government worked hand in hand, following the laws. They enforced them, batman and crew always turned them in. Getting their rogues arrested. By law, he was a criminal for existing. The ones ordering him to be handed over to the government. Experimentation or extermination. He’d be whisked back to a lab in no time.

After a single escape, he didn’t expect another chance. They get him and he is as good as gone.

Why did he have to pass out? He hadn’t even been trying to duplicate himself. He needed to dip. Get out of whatever basement he’s going to find himself in

He didn’t even want to open his eyes. What if they took his kidney? Tuckers talked about stories like that before. It’s happened in his horror movies.

It felt like all his organs were still there. He had experience now on what they felt like all messed around with. An experience he would like to never experience again.

Out of everywhere he went to why here. This place was a mess.

There are too many vigilantes here. Batman had worked with the government before. He couldn’t trust anyone here. He wouldn’t risk getting caught again. A crime lord already can’t be trusted. Movies made that much clear.

He had let his guard down before the mugging. Lost in the new space, he didn’t pay attention as he tried to find his way around. A mistake he wouldn’t make again. Red would have never found him if had just been more careful. Even if both parties hate the government he couldn’t be trusted. An enemy of your enemy only causes more problems.

Danny could do this. Scope out the hopefully not secret lab. Get his bag, he’d need the ectoplasm. Another boost. Get everything kickstarted all again. Then never come back.

Screw Gotham. Screw Lady Gotham. This was the final nail in the coffin. He wasn’t sticking around to end up in one.

Ignoring the pain. That was so much worse than just a day prior.

He opened his eyes and jolted up. Quickly scanning the room in search of anything to help.

His backpack wasn’t in sight. Looking in every direction it wasn’t in clear sight. That bag had everything he had with him. He wouldn’t leave it behind.

At least this place wasn’t a lab or basement.

It just appeared to be an old apartment. He was situated in a living room. A rundown-looking apartment, run-down couch, and rickety furniture. It looked like everything would creak or moan if he moved. Being sneaky was never his forte. Well unless he was invisible and intangible, he was great at it then. Another look and there were no pictures on the wall. No weapons in sight. While it was old furniture the place looked completely unlived in.

There were no bars on the windows. Or anything indicating locked doors. That doesn’t mean they weren’t locked. Could just be all on the outside of the doors. Vlad’s pulled a trick or two like that before.

Red wasn’t anywhere visible. Which was probably… maybe a good thing. One less problem to think about for now. He couldn’t even see out the window. It was one of those frosted ones, there was light. Either he’d barely been out, or it’d been a whole night. Hopefully the first, losing a whole night meant who knows what happened.

Okay… No way to know unless he figured out what was going on. Where he was and when. Maybe another shot of ectoplasm or two. Try and jumpstart his powers again, he has to do something. It was all getting more real.

Get up, get his bag, and get out.

That’s all he had to do. Super simple and easy. Right?

If only it was that simple. Getting up was a chore. Having to push himself up from the couch, he didn’t have the energy. It was like trying to push a car off him. It took everything just to do a simple activity. Then of course as he stood up something creaked. Maybe the floorboard it doesn’t really matter what. Now all he could do is hope the crime lord didn’t hear it.

This was not going to be easy, but then again when was it ever?

No new bodies appeared, and no one stormed out of the room. No new weapons in his face, so maybe he got lucky. He could do this. If he could seal away Pariah, he could handle this. He just had to put one foot in front of the other and start. That was the key. It was going well until he tripped over his own feet falling to the ground.

Not a fun trip, the floor was not as exciting as the museum.

Maybe he could just melt into the floor. It sounded better than getting up again. The fall must have been enough to draw attention.

When he rolled onto his back. The guy was right in Infront of him, looking down at him.

Great

Jason had a kid passed out on his couch, a town functioning under a hidden martial law, confirmation a government agency was after the kid, and to top it off the kid was a confirmed ecto entity. He knew he had been held in a lab. The same place Steph and Cass had been. The kid was injured.

Trying to keep home in the safe house was not going to be easy. The kid jumped off a roof to get away once. It was purely by chance he came across him. The fact he hadn’t left Gotham yet was a shock. Then the fact he got an acceptance of the situation was concerning.

He didn’t give the kid much of a choice, the kid only got two. Him or the others. The cards had been in his favor, not being involved with the government had its advantages. Red Hood also didn’t star in any searches for vigilantes. If Danny didn’t wake up panicked there would be even more concern.

He choose this safe house for a reason. It’s not a nice one, it lacks anything personal, and it makes noise. His weapons were all stashed in the main bedroom, even the hidden ones. No pictures or anything that could link to Jason Todd. If there was and the kid saw pictures of anything related to his personal life it could go bad. Knowing the identity of a criminal was enough to get people killed.

He knows where to move to not make the floor creak and not let the door squeak.

If Danny used his powers, he couldn’t do much to stop him. Just follow him. There were a few trackers hidden away on him. Just in case.

Jason's running theory the powers were on the fritz was even more apparent based on some blood results. Danny had just left a bloody sweatshirt on a roof. The results showed more than just human DNA. That wasn’t a shock.

Something in his system had matching properties as the Lazarus pits. Not a direct hit, not quite the same but close. Somehow Danny’s DNA seemed to have two sets. A pure human side and the other. That part of the blood apparently was under attack. Even with the blood being dried whatever was going to attack that specific property. Danny was likely to need a proper doctor. One specializing in metas or something.

Couldn’t do much about it now.

Jason has to figure out how to convince the kid he is safe here. Everything else would follow.

Danny just stayed asleep through the night. It was only when the kid first showed signs of waking up, he moved out of the living room. His stiffening up was a sure sign he was realizing his situation. Letting him wake up alone in an open space hopefully will lessen his nerves. Nothing in his sight should be concerning. Nothing was locked up. Danny’s backpack was conveniently in another room.

Hopefully, that was enough of a deterrent to immediately bolt.

Jason would give him enough time to look around and not be crowded. When he heard the thud of a body hitting the floor he did head out. Danny clearly wasn’t ready to move. So out he went to offer his assistance.

The kid was face down on the ground. He had slowly rolled to be laying on his back. The movement seemed taxing and difficult.

Danny was then looking straight at him. Jason held his hand out to offer to help the kid up. Danny just got defensive. Saying he didn’t need anything but his bag from him. Trying to get up and failing. Refusing to take his hand and get up.

That was enough of a sign to back off. Forcing anything wasn’t going to go anywhere. Jason just sat down on the couch and grabbed his phone. There wasn’t anything new. Bruce was likely dealing with the justice league now.

“If you need help just let me know” in a simple disinterested tone.

Danny was stubborn he’d give him that. Seemingly accepting a new life lying down on the floor. About an hour passes and he finally caved. The kid re-situated on the couch he grabbed the bag and just threw it on the other side of the couch. It had a few new additions Danny didn’t need to know that. The kid just grabbed it and put it in his lap.

Now to figure out how to get a better check-up on the kid. Jason was pretty sure Danny did something new or something was acting up. Try as he might Danny wasn’t very good at keeping his breaths calm. It could just be nervous energy but add in the flashes in his eyes and with the fall it's likely both.

“You pull something in the fall.”

A silence that was kind of expected. No new movements just a glare in his direction.

“I’m pretty handy with my first aid if you hadn’t noticed” Danny definitely hadn’t. Only just now looking at his wrist.

“why”

“Rope burns are the worst. Always annoyed me” Keep it simple sweet and to the point. Nothing unnecessary or attempts to draw the conversation out. It had to come from him.

“No, why help me?”

“cause you were hurt. It’s obvious you’re not from around here, kids are off-limits here. No one is supposed to touch them. You’re in my territory now, couldn’t just let you stay on the street. You needed some help. Simple as that” Danny looked confused at that. Another bit of silence before Danny spoke again.

“Then I’ll leave and I won’t be your problem anymore”

Time to take a gamble. No way the kid makes it that far if he can even get off the couch.

“I'll make you a deal, you walk out of here on your own you can go. Walking without falling that is. If you don’t, you let me check properly for injuries and treat them. Then you stay another night”

With how quickly Danny agreed he was almost concerned he was gonna lose. He didn’t even get three steps hitting the ground.

“a deal is a deal. I can help you up and it will just be a quick checkup. Just to see if there is anything that needs to be done. Just need you to ditch the sweatshirt for a second.”

This time the kid did take his hand. He just kind of looked defeated and seemingly accepting his fate. Even actually cooperating by taking his sweatshirt off. He only got pushback once they both saw the red. The kid had to have done something. There was nothing around that could have cut his stomach.

Trying to assist he could handle it himself. That he could restitch it without him. After arguing back and forth for who knows how long he got somewhere.

“You can’t freak out”. There was so much dread and concern in that statement.

After several assurances he wouldn’t freak he finally got somewhere. Whatever he saw he had to keep his cool. The way he was reacting was not good. So, the bandages slowly came off. A y becoming apparent.

That wasn’t a from dissection.

He had clearly been fighting it.

Someone vivisected this kid.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #fanf #phan #dc x dp crossover

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hpsaffics · 11 months

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💐 WLW Wed: Flowers 💐

A biweekly HP femslash rec list made by the lovely members of the HP SAFFICS (18+) discord server. See all previous rec lists in the WLW Library.

Currently: Flowers Previously: Cissamione (see list & list)

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Speaking in Flowers by orphan_account [Hermione/Pansy, T, 27.7k]

Hermione has lived in Hogsmeade for many years and has never once seen Pansy Parkinson until she starts showing up everywhere.

Orange Lilies & Black Dahlias by moonyfest [Mary/Lily, Pandora/Mary/Lily, T, 14.1k]

Together, [Lily and Regulus] opened a book/flower/coffee shop, and it was fairly popular. It wasn’t until one Mary McDonald stormed inside and demanded an unusual bouquet that their relatively boring lives took a wild turn.

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A Language of Our Own by @ladyblack3 [Narcissa/Ginny, E, 9.9k]

Disappointed with a recent break up and dealing with the growing feelings for your friend's mother-in-law can be a bit tricky but perhaps it's time for a fresh start. Ginny didn't think helping Hermione plan her wedding would bring her closer to the Malfoy widow but as they say, love finds you when you least expect it.

A Garland of Pansies by @agentmoppet [Hermione/Pansy, E, 8.3k]

Pansy has always been dogged when it comes to getting what she wants. When Hermione Granger walks into her flower shop, it seems what she wants is dinner, a show, and a shag with a long-time crush—not necessarily in that order.

Lavender for Morning by @lumosatnight [Lavender/Hermione, T, 5.3k]

Everyone thought Hermione was jealous in her sixth year because she was in love with Ron. Everyone was wrong.

A Study in Violet by tofugumball [Hermione/Angelina, Hermione/Luna, M, 5.1k]

Flowers in amber are scentless. Hermione realised that years ago. But now, for the first time, it hits her how truly dull they are when compared with a colourful, breathing garden. Or. Five times Hermione pines after a fantasy and one time she finds real love.

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Goodbye Until We Meet Again by @carpemermaid [Fleur/Tonks, T, 2.7k]

Tonks thought that Meet Cute was something that was only heard of in the movies. Her life was only full of Meet Ugly. It worked out for the best, anyway.

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Lily runs a tattoo shop. Narcissa is a florist. What more needs to be said?

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Minerva McGonagall can’t let an injustice go unchallenged.

lilies of my devotion by poppystars [Alecto/Lily, G, 1.9k]

Lily recalls her memories of her being in love through the flowers of her garden.

Because They Are So Unromantic by anxiousgoat [Pomona/Rosmerta, G, 1.7k]

Take: One Sensible Herbology Professor. One Flirty Barmaid. A Handful of Fireworks. The Entire Language of Flowers. Add to a candy floss machine, and stir.

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“Minerva’s the best in the business,” Dumbledore told her. “She’ll make sure no harm comes to you or the Aibrisiscus orchid.”

The hand that beckons by @bluesundaycake [Narcissa/Lily Luna, T, 1.5k]

A young woman with hair like burning coals enters into gardens guarded by fire. Or, in which Lily Luna Potter is offered a feast and pomegranate seeds from one Narcissa Malfoy.

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anryuuepic · 3 months

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Test Subject: Venus Bio

Name: Test Subject Venus

Species: Daryan

Race: Redscale

Role: A Test Subject of Winterkill Works, and one of two whose powers didn’t backfire. Though she’s a sensible, caring person at her core, the stress of her current environment is steadily degrading her mental health. Considered a useful tool to Winterkill because of the abilities she gained.

Affiliation: Winterkill Works

Gender: Female

Age: 31

Height: 5’1

Appearance: Venus is a short woman with rather plain looks. She has dirty-blonde, neck-length hair with a somewhat coarse texture, kept in a straight bob that flares out toward the ends. Her eyes are a light, rosy, warm-hued shade of pink, and her features are sweet in a way that makes her look younger than she is. Nervousness often shows in her posture.

Personality: Venus is sensible, practical, and routine-oriented. Though generally calm, she’s easily frustrated by the antics of people around her (and known to have a bit of a short temper), especially when she knows she’ll have to deal with the mess that’s left behind. She’s gentle and compassionate, and despite claiming to dislike the task, often ends up taking care of those who need it, whether they ask her for help or not. Emotionally sensitive, she’s prone to taking on responsibilities and feelings of guilt that she rationally shouldn’t. Stress gets to her quickly, but she’s also resilient enough to get through that stress with little lasting damage. Modest, open-minded, and cooperative, she’s easy to be around and easy to trust.

Positive Traits: Venus does her best to be a decent person— though more in terms of personal values than any greater moral code. She’s naturally inclined to sympathy, which extends to treating people well even when they very much don’t deserve it. She’s level-headed and rational, patient with people and circumstances alike, and works for solutions, no matter how small. Caretaking comes easily to her (though she doesn’t always like that fact), and she’s generally as trustworthy, reliable, and easy to be around.

Negative Traits: One of Venus’s most harmful traits is her recurring tendency to take blame for things that she shouldn’t. Even when she knows better, she’s prone to second-guessing herself and finding reasons to worry, and once she’s started down that path, it’s hard to stop. She often takes on too much work or makes commitments that she knows she’ll regret, just because she can’t bring herself to say no. She can also be short-tempered and rather bossy, assuming she has to take control to fix a situation.

History: Before Winterkill Works, Venus worked in a management position in a fairly rural Daryan town. Though it was initially uneventful, the war’s end brought new chaos, in the form of social unrest, financial difficulties, and more. As part of a deal with the Guard’s science division, in exchange for funds directed to the town, Venus was supposedly transferred to a similar job within it— except, as she quickly found out, the real “job” involved serving as a test subject for Winterkill’s ambitious experiments.

Relationships: Venus can and does manage decent relationships with most of the people around her. She doesn’t always enjoy their company (she actively dislikes many of them, in fact), but her personality and willingness to help make her likable to most. Since she’s often forced to play nurse for many of the other Test Subjects, she’s gotten to know them all fairly well, though her closest friendship in Winterkill Works by far is with Bacchus.

Interests: Venus likes peaceful days, her region’s style of home cooking, and being able to work alone. She dislikes urban areas, unexpected changes in plans, and arguments. Since ending up at Winterkill Works, she’s ended up spending most of her “free time” checking in on the other test subjects.

WW Role: As one of the specially selected Test Subjects, Venus was given a particular experimental power. In her case, that power is a functionally “perfect” immune system that renders her immune to sickness and infection of nearly any variety. She’s one of two true successes among the Test Subjects, whose powers didn’t come with some kind of horrible cost.

Miscellaneous: Though she tries not to think about it, Venus can’t shake the fear that someday, her power will backfire like so many of the rest. Irrational as it is, she worries that the other test subjects resent her for coming out unscathed when they’ve suffered so greatly. Venus initially became friends with Bacchus because of their shared background in small-scale government, but by now, she considers Bacchus a close friend on a far more personal level. Though she claims to be annoyed by “nurse duty”, looking after the other test subjects keeps her mind well-occupied.

Connotative Description: A practical and pleasant person whose care for others is often fueled by an irrational sense of guilt. The “sane man” of the Test Subjects, in a sense, but troubled by her situation in more subtle ways.

#Winterkill Works #Venus #Bio

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blorbologist · 2 years

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They said they'd scatter, they said they'd run.

Ashton feels the blade knick and snap and catch, something flakes off them in shards. Part of them. That's a fun party trick.

They'd not describe it as blacking out. It implies a softness to getting hurt, so fucking hurt your brain or your opal or whatever the fuck you have shrieks for it to stop and stops you, too. Knocked out feels a little flimsy too. They'd invent a word for it if they were the nerdy type, and not in so much fucking pain.

So, yeah. Everything stops, for a second, and they said they'd scatter, and is it so bad to expect he'd be left behind? That's how it works. At least he'd know Letters would be alright.

But nope! Too fucking much to expect people to stick to their word and stick to how things work.

He comes to choking on red, not blood his is darker, not the moon that's too big, not the storm - well maybe the storm. Or not - it's Orym, too practiced at this, too good at feeding him the potion, and it curdles on the way down that this is familiar for him, too.

(get left behind; hold the line)

And Ashton tries. Fuck he tries, don't you ever fucking imply he didn't try. Up and down and up and down and he's stuck in his portals he's stuck in time he's here not there but he's both and he's just so tired.

But he knows the rules: shit goes to hell, run. Run and get yourself out and how dare they - how fucking stupid are they to keep trying with him? How fucking stupid is Imogen - Imogen you fucking moron go we're dying so you can go, if you don't fly far and fast we'll die for nothing if no one gets away.

And Orym's dead. He should have kept that potion for himself. Stupid, stupid, who let a body guard martyr himself? Fucker should have been dragged away as soon as he got that look in his eye, he should know heroes die like pigs to people like her.

And Fearne's dead. Fuck, she’s so sensible, she’s so sly, why the fuck did she stay? Just for fun? It's not fun if you die, run with me, we can continue our game. please?

And Laudna might be. They aren't sure, she dances so close to death as part of living. But Imogen wouldn't scream like that if it was good. Thry want to take back everything they fucking said about damage because they've both taken so much.

Ashton will listen. Ashton will run. Maybe because he sticks to the fucking plan, in the hopes they will too and they'll get out and meet up and laugh over this with claps on the back and dramatic retellings and a fuckton of hard alcohol. Maybe because he follows the rules, stubborn stone, obey the continental forces at work of this is how a gang works. Maybe because he's a coward, and he can’t be the one left behind again, because surely when he next goes down they'll leave him.

They aren't sure what their tears are like, as a genasi. Guess they'll find out, now. Against all hope, Ashton fucking prays, prays to something, that he'll cry diamonds.

That'd be useful, huh? Wishful thinking, Ashton knows better.

That's why you always need someone to run - you always need someone to pick up the pieces, somehow. Get shit back together. Tell the story. Never thought it'd be him.

(why couldn't they have just left him behind? that's what they're supposed to do.)

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #critrole spoilers #critical role fic #cr ashton #ashton greymoore #cr orym #orym of the air ashari #this was written in the span of like 20 minutes bc my cats woke me up early and im very fucked up #forgive me any stupid bullshit i. had to get this out #fuvk me running #my writing

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whatwouldvalerydo · 1 year

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💚❤️ Part 4/8 ❤️💚

For this part I will just issue a warning instead: ⚠️ smut, alcohol consumption ⚠️ 18+

Phil belongs to the fabulous @flareshogwarts

Tokyo ended up being more fun than Scarlett initially anticipated, but her energy was almost completely drained by the time they reached Kyoto. So she did what any sensible woman would do. She booked couple massages for both of them, then they ordered drinks to their rooms while relaxing in soft kimonos at the edge of the hot spring.

“How much was this place?”

Pouring some sake for both of them she looked at him “Does it matter Baker? You’re with me.”

Toasting to a relaxing day, he placed the small cup down, Scarlett already pouring a second drink “It matters because I will pay for half of this.”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes “Then sell your business and your parents’ house because this shit is expensive.” Stopping with his drink halfway, his eyes widened “Relax, I’m joking.” Seeing him drink, she smirked “Or am I?” Phil coughing loudly “Honestly you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Yes I have.” He retaliated as soon as he managed to stop the coughing fit.

Tilting her head to look at the water, she sighed “Yes and no, but it’s refreshing. Probably one of the few constant things in my life.”

His eyes softened, this time Phil pouring the drinks, handing her the cup “Is it bad?” her eyes travelled to him, both drinking, him speaking again “Not me, I wasn’t talking about me. About your situation.”

“Really?” she asked scoffing before she downed another sake shot, Phil doing the same “Yes, it’s bad and I don’t want to talk about it with anyone. Simple really.”

He knew pushing her was going to result in absolutely nothing, that was the case back at school and from the look of it, two years did absolutely nothing. If anything, she was even more guarded than before, far more distant. But he always kept her secrets, as much or as little as she wanted to share, he had never said anything to anyone. Not about her, or about them and what their business was, none of it.

“I won’t tell a soul.”

She wanted to laugh, she really did “You’d like that wouldn’t you? For me to just bare my soul to you.” looking in his eyes, he did not say yes or no, but he involuntarily nodded, something inside him happening on an unconscious level “Not going to happen.”

Taking another drink they could both feel the alcohol starting to fog up their thoughts, Scarlett letting out a content sigh, enjoying the atmosphere. Getting up, she took one last glance at the hot spring before deciding to go for a dip, hands already working on taking off her kimono, Phil also getting up covering her back up “What are you doing?” he asked without even looking at her.

“Umm, going to enjoy myself. What are you doing?” she pushed his hands away, glaring at him.

“You can’t, you had a few drinks, hot water and alcohol don’t mix. Also why are you naked underneath?”

Laughing, she flipped her hair to the side, glancing at her long nails “Why, are you wearing something underneath?”

Blinking, he actually took a second to think before responding “Well no but” looking at her he asked “do you really want me to see you naked?”

“Yes.” She answered right off the bat without even taking time to think about it “So you’d better have something better to offer me if you plan on stopping me from taking a dip.”

It was those damn eyes and he knew they held a different type of power. She purposely teased, pushed him and his boundaries, especially in that moment when her brows lifted “How about another drink?”

He knew it was a bad idea, her and alcohol never mixed well and the last time they actually got drunk a lot of things happened. Bad ones that were better left somewhere alongside his memories of Hogwarts, compartmentalized inside his brain.

“Sure Baker. Why not?”

But a shot went by too fast, Scarlett already getting up once more in order to proceed with her original plan. Taking hold of her hand, he looked up at her “Sit back down please, not tonight.”

And if she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn there was something more in those pleading wide eyes of his. Sitting down next to him on the lounge chair, her eyes searched his face for a few seconds before she decided why not, what could go wrong? Why not try and kiss him?

It wasn’t like she hasn’t kissed him many times before.

But this time Phil wasn’t taken by surprise, quite the opposite, he wanted it, his eyes travelling from her eyes to her lips several times throughout their conversation, her picking up on it, because of course the little vixen who pressed her lips against his did. She knew, she always had that thing of picking up on certain aspects when it came down to men.

And he could have very well been an open book, out there for her to read and interpret how she saw fit.

And it should have been a mistake to kiss her after so much time, to even get close to her, as if he had lost his mind somewhere in between her devilish eyes and the sake he ingested. But screw it, how many chances were there?

And this time, he was adamant on being the one to make her sigh as he kissed her, to make her head spin even if she had the power to do the same to him.

Her hands pressed against his chest, gently tugging away at the fabric of his kimono until she could feel his skin underneath her fingers, one of her hands running up his neck, thin digits playing with his hair as she tasted the alcohol on his tongue, Phil shuddering as her other hand lowered to his abdomen.

Breaking the kiss, he cupped her face, eyes searching hers “What are you doing?”

“Anything I want until you say stop.”

His mind blanked, him inhaling softly, tongue wetting his lips before he finally found the words to speak again “And if I won’t say stop?”

She smirked, leaning back in, climbing on his lap “Then we’ll see. Come on Phil, tell me what you want.”

His name leaving her mouth had him pulling her back in, a whisper being pressed against her lips as he softly uttered “You.” His hushed confession stirring up emotions inside of her that were better left untouched. But she could lie her way out of it once more, she could blame it on the alcohol, or she could just play it as it was in that moment and decide what would happen the following day.

But in that moment she had him right where she wanted him. And she wasn’t scared of tainting him or stealing first moments and memories from him because they weren’t kids anymore. They were both mature enough to know what they wanted and exactly what they were doing.

And what they were doing was precisely what they both wanted.

Because she saw him as more and damn all reason if he wasn’t doing things to her she never thought possible. If someone told her back in year two when she first met him that he would mean something to her, that she would take a moment too long to notice his jaw line, or how his hands looked whenever he would pull up his sleeves. Or how his eyes would light up in an instant, his smile and laugh the sweetest thing, she would call those people mad. That she could never look at a guy like that and not want to gain something. But things were different with him.

And she wanted to show him that, at least for a night. To show him that it was alright, that he could touch her, that this time she would not push him away.

That she wanted it just as much as he appeared to.

And he did. Her lips on his felt like fire, warmth that spread throughout his body, making his mind fuzzy and dizzy and it wasn’t because of the alcohol. Her hands roamed freely, every sensation of his going into overdrive as they both fumbled to undress each other of the thin fabrics separating their bodies.

And he didn’t want to stop and look too much because he didn’t want to think, to be mesmerized, instead closing his eyes as her lips found his neck, her chest pressing against his, a shaky exhale leaving his mouth. Her skin felt soft against his hands as he ran his fingers across her spine, Scarlett grinding slowly against him causing him to grip her, hungry lips finding hers again as his hands caressed her body, the last slither of logic leaving his brain entirely.

It felt as if everything was happening in a state of semi consciousness, her mouth stealing his breath away, his tongue against her earlobe and her neck, soft moans making him gasp against her body as he explored. Placing the palm of her hands against his chest, she pushed him back a bit, eyes searching, Scarlett reaching for her lounge chair, pulling the thin matters from it onto the ground, gesturing to Phil to move positions there, him complying without batting an eye, kissing her once more as soon as she was back on top of him.

He did want to ask if she was actually sure about what they were doing, but when he parted from her lips and addressed the first few words, a moan escaped instead as she wrapped her hand around his length, Scarlett smirking as her hair encompassed his vision “Well, well, who would have thought eh?”

“What?” he managed to stutter, biting down on his lip as she tested his reactions.

“That you were packing.” She winked “It’s a pleasant surprise.”

Talking was something he most definitely didn’t want to do, could not even concentrate on with her hand wrapped around him as she was slowly working him up and down, increasing the rhythm whenever she saw fit, her hot breath against him once more, teeth biting down on sensitive skin, managing to steal sounds from him he himself thought they sounded foreign.

“But then all of you is surprising.” She whispered against his ear, Phil opening his eyes to look at her.

“Shut up please.”

Smirking, she leaned in gently biting on his lower lip before asking “Can’t concentrate there Baker?”

Reaching to stop her hand from making him feel like he was about to give in at any second, he pulled her in for another hungry kiss, his tongue dancing across hers, the feeling of her piercing making him remember their first kiss ever back in the commentator stand.

From then to the very moment they were in, a lot of time had passed, too much of it and too much of him being denied. As his hand reached between her legs, Scarlett let out a moan as he ran two fingers across her clit, teasing her, her nails digging into his skin as she let out a content chuckle that somehow made something in him react.

His free hand found the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss, not allowing her to break away as he inserted a finger inside of her and then another, stealing every moan upon his tongue, each making his heart beat faster, the sensation of her electrifying.

The way she bent, the way she felt, it was more than he ever imagined and he did let his imagination run wild on several occasions. As a curse tumbled from between her lips, he looked at her thinking just how damn sexy she was.

Gently pulling his fingers out of her, Scarlett frowned slightly as Phil supported himself on his hands to get up “What?”

“Are you sure about this?”

Rolling her eyes, she pushed him back “Don’t ruin the mood, if you want to stop, stop. If not you’d better replace those fingers with something else and fast before I get mad.” Lowering herself, she grinded against his erection a few times “Make up your mind Phil.”

Grabbing her hips, he stopped her, lifting her slightly to position himself, Scarlett smirking as she looked in his eyes, satisfied with the gasp that left his mouth when he entered her slowly. Placing her hands against his chest for support, Phil covered his face as he moaned when she started ridding him, that charming blush spreading down his neck and chest.

Slowing her rhythm, she removed his hands to look at him, pinning them down “Why are you hiding?”

He breathed through parted lips as she continued to move up and down, Phil meeting her thrusts halfway, somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice still existed, however it was just as enchanted about everything as he was. He couldn’t actually believe that what was happening was reality, but his body knew well enough what was going on, sensations filling him to the brim.

The way it felt being inside of her made him lose focus while at the same time dedicating all that he could to her and that moment between them. His heart fluttered inside his chest, Scarlett letting go of his hands to kiss him once more, her pace slower, his thrusts deep.

He had no business making her feel so good, gentle hands caressing her body, making her tremble underneath his touch. His skin was hot underneath her, intoxicating, a thought launching itself inside her mind, a hint of regret. She hated the fact that she actually didn’t sleep with him back when they were in school. He didn’t need to know, but she did miss out on that golden opportunity.

And it made her mad, pace picking up, Phil’s voice growing louder, making her smirk against his neck, before she traced her tongue along his skin, his arms wrapping around her, keeping her close, his speed matching hers.

“Fuck.” She cursed, biting down on his shoulder, Phil letting out a small groan, hands working on pushing away hair which for some reason he decided it annoyed him, tickled his skin and stuck to him and he didn’t want that. He wanted her skin flush against his, her mouth tracing kisses against his jaw line, finding his lips again.

Wrapping her hair around his hand, Scarlett gasped as he tugged slightly, his rhythm changing to a slower one, each thrust making her moan, thoughts slowly slipping from her head, the only thing remaining alive being only him, the sound of his voice, the feeling of his touch.

It was what she had envisioned and more, definitely more as he managed to lose himself to each sensation, body acting on its own, his mind only an afterthought, hers rapidly losing focus with each thrust. She didn’t need to tease, she didn’t need to teach him a thing, as if he knew already, had studied her body up close and personal. First times should have been awkward, both fumbling as they tried to learn about one another and what each liked, yet they blended and mixed perfectly without either of them even providing a hint.

Catching their breath as the last tremors of pleasures rippled through their bodies, Phil finally spoke “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.” Was all that she could say as she finally climbed off him and stretched her body next to his.

Reaching out to take an energy drink from the table, he opened it, taking a big gulp, handing it to her, a content sigh leaving his plump lips. Looking at her, he smiled “Again?”

“What the fuck, are you on batteries?”

Chuckling, he leaned in for another kiss.

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Squatters' Rights: Dealing with Property Issues in Illinois

Moving Squatters' Privileges in Illinois: What Landowners Ought To Know Squatting is defined as the act of occupying a property without having the owner's authorization. Though squatters can be seen as interlopers, they have got authorized protections under Illinois legislation. These squatters' legal rights exist to avoid homeowners from overlooking unused home, delivering a legal remedy for people who don't have a roof top over their heads. Like a home owner, it's essential to know your legitimate options to guard yourself and manage any squatter circumstances that may develop. In this post, we'll go over illinois squatters rights and give a sensible manual for homeowners working with squatters on their own house. In Illinois, a squatter gets to be a authorized tenant when they take a house in excess of thirty days. Consequently home owners must follow the lawful eviction process to remove squatters from the residence. They can't use any personal-assist strategies like shifting the locks, decreasing off tools, or another methods to forcibly eliminate a squatter using their house as it's illegal. The only method to get yourself a squatter taken off a house is actually by finding a the courtroom order for eviction. Evicting a squatter in Illinois requires filling in the appropriate lawful varieties for eviction and submitting them in the court. These kinds provide recognize on the courtroom along with the squatter that eviction proceedings will likely be started. It's also essential to offer the squatter with one of these notices personally, or even a the courtroom-designated approach web server can assist them for you. An eviction seeing and hearing will then be planned after submitting the documentation. In the eviction hearing, your property owner must provide their evidence and make clear why the squatter needs to be evicted. The squatter has the opportunity existing proof why they really should not be evicted. When the evaluate finds in favour of the home owner, the eviction order is distributed. The squatter has five time to go out of the home voluntarily otherwise, the sheriff will forcibly eliminate the squatter in addition to their belongings in the house. As a property owner, it's essential to conserve a durable offense against squatters. The initial step is to help keep your home safe with safe hair, fencing, and security camcorders. These actions ensure it is more complicated for squatters to penetrate and live in your premises. When your home is unused for a period of time, it may be best if you have someone check into the house regularly to make sure no person has gotten home. In addition, owners of vacant qualities should look into employing a property manager or a stability company to keep a watchful eyesight on their own property. Getting an individual routinely visit the property can help prevent squatters from occupying your property. An extra of getting a house director or stability firm is routine residence upkeep and upkeep is going to be addressed. Conclusion: To conclude, squatters have legal legal rights in Illinois, so home owners are required to follow proper legitimate methods to get rid of them from the property. Evicting a squatter requires submitting the required legal kinds, filing them in the court, and acquiring a judge's purchase for eviction. As being a house owner, it's your duty to help keep your house secure and well-taken care of to prevent squatters from inhabiting it. It's also wise to have a home supervisor or security firm regularly keeping track of your home to stop squatters from consuming house. It's usually better to take care of a squatter situation legally and safely instead of use personal-aid techniques that can lead to lawful consequences.

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5 Time Management Tips For College Students

Time is money. It’s a valuable, limited resource that you need to learn to balance and manage carefully. To make sure you are well prepared and ready to succeed in your academics, use these simple time management tips for college students. The same 24-hour period is provided every day for making the most of life’s obligations, including family responsibilities, job, school, social events, to-do lists, and yes, sleep. Make every minute count thus, rather than counting the minutes.

In this article, we’ll discuss the top 5 time management tips for college students.

1. Create A Strategy And Establish Attainable Targets

Plan ahead since a hectic schedule and constant distractions may prohibit you from completing your academic to-do list. Certain aside a set amount of time each day for schoolwork and allow yourself some leeway to complete smaller objectives. This is one of the best time management tips for college students.

Set up tasks. To organize your chores and schedule events, think about making a calendar. Draw attention to the deadlines for writing projects, from first drafts to final submissions. Take note of any meetings you have planned, including Zoom sessions with professors and advisers that may be for study groups.

You should also be careful about time management tips for college students and for yourself, which might include enjoyable hobbies, time with loved ones, and self-care. To avoid just doing tasks one after another, find the little pauses to recharge your energy.

Just be sensible. Setting realistic objectives for oneself is crucial. Large jobs need a lot of concentrated time management and effort. You may begin to feel overburdened or burned out when you take into account your other work-life obligations. It is thus essential to set priorities and consider what is realistic and doable. The first step to achieving your objectives is to set them in a realistic context.

Choose a routine or method that works for you to follow. It may be a written note, a phone message, a computer list, or a calendar on your fridge. It must be clear and simple to understand.

In order to keep on track and finish homework without becoming overwhelmed, Monique Hebert, a Washington-based student studying film and media, advises establishing little objectives throughout the week. She said that she uses a calendar to organize her schedule. “Learning to balance things is always going to be challenging, but putting aside time goes such a long way,” she said.

2. Commit To Checking In Everyday

We live easier lives because of technology. It offers reminders, communication, and resources for academic and social needs around-the-clock. Staying on track and checking in is now simpler than ever. To remain up you date with your education, be sure to set a daily reminder on your phone to access your student email or online discussion boards. Daily check-ins make your workflow more manageable and help you be ready for forthcoming conversations and assignments so you won’t be caught off guard if the course curriculum or project’s parameters change. This is one of the best time management tips for college students.

3. Define And Acknowledge Minor Achievements

The fundamental objective is obvious: Get your degree. However, a lot occurs along the road. Setting small goals and celebrating them should be a part of the process. These more manageable, short-term objectives might range from finishing the first few pages of a report to finishing a study session without interruption.

Vicki Sheerin, a student at ASU Online from central Florida, utilizes this technique to succeed in her health sciences degree on a regular basis.

You want to do a lot of things, but you can’t do it all at once, she added. It must be done in manageable portions. Things are made simpler by having a system, adhering to it, and being consistent with what has to be done. I’m very pleased with myself for having such an effective method of time management.

There is strength in recognizing progress, and you may be amazed by what you can do when you have benefited from your efforts. Keep in mind that each little victory brings you one step closer to the major prize: graduation.

4. Recognize And Stay Clear Of Distractions

Understanding time mismanagement is the first step to effective time management tips for college students. When several interruptions occur during the day, even the slightest ones might result in substantial time loss. Fortunately, there is a simple method for recognizing these distractions and creating a strategy to avoid them.

Make a thorough inventory of all of your everyday tasks first. Record everything, including screen time, family time, and sleep time. You want to be more aware of how much time you can be squandering on unnecessary diversions and do proper time management. Here are a few typical offenders:

Social media

Games and videos

Meetings: The working professional often cannot avoid attending meetings. Make the most of the time by making sure that everyone has a chance to examine the agenda prior to the meeting beginning. If the meeting lasts longer than the specified time, leave. Your time has worth it. Guard it.

Chats and emails

Multitasking is one of the best time management tips for college students. You’ll probably become less effective if you attempt to juggle many projects and responsibilities. Whether you’re writing a report or reading your children a bedtime tale, allow yourself to concentrate on one task at a time. Keep your attention on the immediate tasks at hand.

5. Get Good At Saying “NO”

You’re trying to find a way to reconcile getting your degree and living your life. It’s also simple to take on too much. There will be instances when it’s ideal for you to decline a social invitation in order to finish a task. Or maybe you decide against volunteering as a parent for your child’s class for a semester in order to concentrate on your studies. It’s really fine. The significant individuals in your life will comprehend. Additionally, you can always set aside time management tips for college students by utilizing the timetable we discussed to organize events with friends and family that encourage rather than interfere with your study habits.

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GoT Imagines - When You're Engaged to Someone Else

Woooo this is a doozy and I'm including new characters, mostly book ones! because i both love my followers and have lost my marbles.

In this preference, you'll be pining with: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Mance Rayder, Eddison Tollett, Pre-Reek!Theon, Yara Greyjoy, Victarion Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Jaquen H’Ghar, Petyr Baelish, Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, Arianne Martell, Tyene Sand

Ned Stark

He’s already an expert in suffering in silence, so this should be no different. Although he’s very surprised at the sudden arrangement, and while he isn’t a man to throw his rank around… He wonders if he can’t convince your family to reconsider. If it’s simply impossible, Ned would resign himself to having to stop the relationship. He’s too honorable to ever consider an affair and he’s not a man to start a duel or cause trouble, especially since it would negatively affect your reputation. The heavy combination of missing you, pining after you all over again and feeling like he didn’t do enough is hard. Some days he entertains the idea of still having a friendship, but it doesn’t seem like a good idea. He doesn’t trust himself.

Robb Stark

The young wolf tries to accept it, even if his feelings become more and more angry each day. Robb never threw his name around, but… he was going to be Lord Stark. Wasn't that good enough for your family? For you? He tries to be the bigger man, but if you're miserable with your spouse and they don't treat you well, he can't keep his temper in check. Expect him to have a sudden outburst at a feast and cause a scene. The only thinking keeping him from an outright duel are his parents and his worry about your reputation. But if he was pushed to it….

Sansa Stark

She should've known this would happen. It's the fate of all ladies, yet there's a bitterness that tugs at her when she hears the news. Sansa tries to bury her feelings around others, but she's never done that with you. She expresses her disappointment and sorrow, and swears she'll help if your spouse turns out to be awful. She doesn't want them to be, but she doesn't want you beginning to prefer their company, either. She wonders if her affection for you would wane if she just pined from afar and tried to keep her feelings to herself.

Jon Snow

Ah yes, once again his bastardry is hitting him straight in the gut. Jon knew it was going to happen eventually, he already felt like the relationship was on a timer, and now it’s finally ended. He’s convinced there’s no getting out of it, because even if you did - you’d never be able to be with him in the open. It makes Jon glad he’s going to the Wall; hopefully the distance and cold will dull his feelings. In spite of that, sometimes he’ll tell Sam about you, and he speaks so mournfully it makes Sam think that distance hasn’t done all that much to help Jon’s pining.

Benjen Stark

He should be the bigger person and accept that this is for the best. He’s sworn to the Wall, and you two shouldn’t have been sneaking around. He should be relieved neither of you were caught. None of these thoughts are comforting. Ben tries to cope by making not-so-joking jokes about you running off to the Wall too, or perhaps he should take Yoren’s job and find his way to your court once in a blue moon. Then there’s no joking, and it’s just bitterness. He removes himself from your life after that, not wanting to hurt you with his own negative thoughts. He’d rather you keep the happy memories.

Jory Cassel

He accepts it, not that it brings him any pleasure. Jory's always been proud of his service to the Starks, but he's long understood that his landed seat is not a valuable one. Whenever he married, if he did, it wouldn't be someone as lovely as you. The announcement still hits him in the gut and he dejectedly tries to break it off (though it's easier on him if you do it). If he was in charge of guarding you, he'd switch shifts immediately and begin avoiding you, thinking it'll make things easier.

Eddison Tollett

This relationship already seemed too good to be true, so it’s abrupt end is not surprising. He’s sworn to the Wall and you both were sneaking around to begin with, so this should have been expected, but… it just makes him feel even more tired and dumb. Sam and Jon notice how little he sleeps and that he’s begun to skip meals, and he doesn’t have to explain why. They can do the math. Edd at least doesn’t try to bury any sad feelings or memories. It’s too exhausting to actively try, and it’s something to keep him company while he works. Maybe the feelings will fade… eventually.

Mance Rayder

It's one more reason for him to leave the "South" and go past the Wall. He knew a proper relationship with you wasn't possible because of his vows, but watching you go through this sham of an arranged marriage is just depressing. He'll comfort you best he can until he has to go back to the Wall, though he won't make promises he can't keep. Having to separate from you weighs heavy on him for a long time, and is one of many reasons he abandons the Watch.

Theon Greyjoy

What the hell is this? Hearing the news ruins his whole day, worse if he wasn’t able to hear it directly from you. He’s the heir to the Iron Islands, and his interest in you was clear as day! No, he hadn’t proposed yet… but he was getting to it! Now some mainlander beat him to it? Theon is absolutely seething. He’d prefer to duel your spouse to teach them a lesson in front of everyone, but he’s open to more boring methods like reasoning with your family. If he wasn’t able to change the engagement, he’d be bitter, and more than willing to carry on an affair behind your spouse’s back. He ought to just go the Ironborn route and kidnap you for himself.

Asha (Yara) Greyjoy

When you give her the news and you’re clearly distraught about it, Yara considers carrying you off to her ship right there. If you’re non-Ironborn, you’ll be her saltwife -- and if you’re Ironborn, she wants to have a discussion with whoever the hell planned this when everyone KNOWS you belong with her. You hadn’t expected this possessive behavior, but now you know Yara’s willing to fight for you as soon as someone takes you. No surprise, she’s more than willing to sneak around with you behind your husband’s back - maybe she can goad him into a duel. That would certainly solve a problem, wouldn’t it?

Victarion Greyjoy

He doesn’t understand at first. Victarion had made it clear that you were his, hadn’t everyone known that? No, he never made any sort of formal marriage, but not because he didn’t care. He felt like there was no need, hadn’t everyone known? If your family and spouse are Ironborn, he’ll immediately sail to their keep and raise all seven hells, and marry you right there in front of them. If you were sent away to the green lands, it would take the combined power of Balon, Yara and Aeron to keep him from sailing off immediately and just kidnapping you - preferably after killing your spouse. Victarion is pissed. Someone is going to pay for this.

Daenerys Targaryen

She’s just as mad at you as she is with whoever arranged this ridiculous match. Daenerys doesn’t often entertain arrogant thoughts, but… How could anyone think to match you with someone else, knowing your relationship with her? She feels she ought to be offended, though Daenerys knows this is hard on you as well, and you didn’t ask for it. She’ll think of some clever way to get you out of the arrangement, no way is this person getting away from stealing from her. And yes, that might as well be what it is! While she’s working out what to do, if she so much as hears murmurs of the possibility of your spouse hurting you… all bets are off. She’s taking you back with her, alliance be damned.

Jorah Mormont

The announcement of your engagement is a punch to his gut and a shock to his system. Jorah knew he wasn’t the best husband material, but he was planning to ask for your hand himself - then this happened. What’s worse, he knows as far as practical marriage goes, he has little to offer. He goes into a bit of a panic as he tries to think of what to do. There’s sensible choices, like trying to talk to your family with you. Then there’s not so sensible ones… Maybe running off, maybe just continuing the relationship behind your new spouse’s back, maybe dueling them… While Jorah is in emotional turmoil, he’d do anything for you. Even if you wanted to break off the relationship… or had a plan for him to follow. He’s nothing if not hopelessly devoted.

Missandei

… Oh. Maybe she shouldn’t have expected you to stick around for so long. As close as she is to Daenerys, she really has no fancy titles or things to offer. She understood why your family chose the match, it was a good one, politically speaking… but that does little to soothe her. Quite the opposite, a strong, desolate feeling overcomes her, one she hasn’t felt in a long time. She isn’t sure what to do, if it’s her place to stop the process. Perhaps if you asked her, she could try to make plans. Daenerys would help as well, considering how fond she is of you two, and how much she despises women being forced into arrangements.

Grey Worm

The sudden news takes him off guard, and sends him into a bit of an existential crisis. He was starting to see himself as a person, with his own name and a path he chose to follow… then this arrangement happens, and he’s forced to face what the rest of the world sees him as. It’s not that Grey Worm has a sense of ownership over you, but for once he was allowing himself all these happy feelings and memories with you, and now it’s gone. Of course he wants you back, but he feels paralyzed. What if he makes it worse? Does this have to happen? He starts to become even more withdrawn and distant, worrying Missandei until she decides to help. Grey Worm finally returns to his old self when he has you in his arms again.

Tywin Lannister

His steady composure is hit with such a rage at the news, the servant delivering it goes into a panic. His interest in you was obvious, so anyone doing this was trying to spite him. He doesn’t take the insult well. Perhaps before you’re even able to tell him the news yourself, threats will be delivered to both the spouse’s family and your own - Tywin is especially furious towards them, and won’t forget this - and incidents will be arranged. He refuses to be a man who pines after someone or covets another one’s wife, nor will he allow some lesser lord to take what he perceives as ‘his’.

Tyrion Lannister

The angst hits him like a ton of bricks, and it’s even worse if this came out of left field. It hurts less if he hears it from you, but only just. He should have known your family wouldn’t have accept any proposal he made - and gods know he was ready to do it - it’s just one more log to fuel his self-loathing and bitterness toward this world. But if you knock some sense into him, he’ll snap out of that spiral and begin to plan with you. There’s plenty of choices before the two of you - scandal? Running off? - but rest assured, Tyrion is going to investigate the hell out of this person. He’d never forgive himself if you got stuck with a brute.

Jaime Lannister

The fact he knew this was inevitable doesn't help Jaime's irritation. He can't believe your family arranged for that person to marry you. Seriously? You'd better keep Jaime at a distance from your spouse, because he can't help himself from making snide remarks and sarcastic comments. If he riles up the guy into a duel, all the better. He'll do all sorts of reckless things to begin with, and it's only worse when he's upset. He's also very willing to have an affair behind your spouse's back - you were with him first. You’ll probably have to scold Jaime about you two almost getting caught, but he’s above reproach. His stubbornness and jealousy gets worse the closer you two are.

Cersei Lannister

She’s absolutely infuriated with your family. You were her handmaiden, someone whose been with her for years - and they have the nerve to go behind her back like this?! It smells like a scheme of Tyrion’s, or perhaps Varys, but she’ll deal with them in time. For now, she’ll work out what to do about your spouse. She’ll try to keep you around as much as possible, and her possessiveness comes out in full. You can’t possibly be interested in such a worthless man.

Sandor Clegane

When you tell Sandor, he’s quiet for a discerningly long time before the anger and arguments come out. And then the quiet bitterness. The thing is, he knew this was coming for a while. He knew your time together was limited, he shouldn’t have things like hopes and happiness because it’ll just get taken away. And it is. Even if you explain you’ll try to break off the arrangement, that there’s still a way to get out, he has trouble believing it. He’s seen enough ladies get chained to useless fucking lords, he’d rather not see it happen to someone he cares about, thanks. Sandor will push you away as much as he can, but you could still attempt to convince him to have an affair… or perhaps leave King’s Landing entirely.

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater

He’s only mildly annoyed at the inconvenience. It’ll be a lot harder for you both to sneak around now, and forget about it if you’re having to move somewhere far away. Guess that’s the end of that ‘relationship’ - he should’ve expected it. Bronn is way more willing to stay close if you remain in King’s Landing, and he expects you both to keep fooling around. Now, if he’s actually started to develop feelings about you… he’ll start to act differently. You don’t actually like your spouse, do you? Wasn’t that just some arranged bullshit? He’ll throw smirks and subtle insults your spouse’s way, as if trying to goad them into a fight. More then once you two will almost get caught because he decides waltzing up to your window is totally acceptable, or trying to have a quickie in the middle of the day. A surprisingly jealous side will come out and he’s in total denial about any feelings he might have.

Jacquen H’ghar

This isn’t alarming to Jacquen at first. He knew he could never have such a union with you, and since this Westerosi society is so insistent on marriage, it would happen eventually. Still, your pain hurts him as well. Jacquen would have a variety of plans … anywhere from easily disguising as a guard or servant so he’s always beside you, or perhaps whisking you away somewhere. This isn’t the end of your relationship for him - it’s just a challenge to overcome. He assumes you won’t send him away or break it off.

Petyr Baelish

You being someone else’s wife makes no difference to Petyr, though he’s surprised in himself. Usually he stays out of such affairs, it only causes trouble… But he’s been intrigued by you, and quite frankly, he’s offended that this Lord Whoever from Wherever didn’t take his interest into account. No matter. Petyr has plenty of plans to deal with this pest, though he’s annoyed at his own jealousy whenever he sees you together with your spouse, even if you’re miserable. While he doesn’t want you unhappy, it certainly makes starting an affair and/or disposing of your spouse much easier.

Robert Baratheon

He’s furious and everyone is going to know about it. Robert will complain endlessly to Ned and Lord Arryn about how he found you first, how that useless shit of a husband won’t know what to do with you. Since he does little to hide his disgust, rumors will spread all over court. Hell, he’ll probably say even stupider things when he’s drunk, or he’ll do something stupider, like actually try to aggravate the guy into a fight or a duel. If you’re actually able to get him under control, he has no qualms about having an affair with you… but he may not be subtle about it. So that’s another thing to keep in mind.

Stannis Baratheon

It’s depressingly impressive how willing Stannis is to bury and deny his feelings once he hears you’re promised to someone else. He’ll try to extinguish all the happiness he had with you, bottle up all the memories and feelings that went along with it. This will be fine. He’ll be fine. This iron resolve is easy to maintain if Stannis rarely sees you. If you both are forced to interact even semi-often, it chips away at him, and he can’t help himself from making biting remarks about your spouse when you both visit. He hates feeling this way, he’s never felt it before, and he carries a deep grudge against your spouse and family for making it happen. It’s easier if you write to him, but then Stannis starts keeping those letters and punishing himself by reading them over and over. Eventually he stops entirely, deeming it inappropriate, even if that feels like cutting off one of his limbs.

Davos Seaworth

The old knight is understandably saddened by news of your betrothal and marriage, but it makes sense. Politics-wise, Davos believes he isn’t much of a prize, even when he’s risen to Lord. He should’ve expected this would happen. He’d wish you genuine happiness… But if you were miserable, Davos would feel awful and powerless. If you truly wanted to continue the relationship behind your spouse’s back, his biggest worry would be the secret getting out and your reputation being ruined. He wouldn’t be able to resist forever, but he’d still try to talk you out of it and try to convince you to forget about him.

Margaery Tyrell

She seeks you out the moment she finds out - and that was quickly, because she often keeps tabs on you. Her grandmother warned her about getting so close to her favorite, but it still comes as a terrible shock. Margaery holds you close and promises she’ll make it better, somehow. Maybe she and her grandmother can reason with her family, perhaps you can marry into the Tyrell family, so you both can be together. She’ll fix it, she swears. The thought of someone else being with you is terrible enough, she’ll be even more worried if the person is abusive. Margaery won’t stand for it, and might take a few rare risks for your sake.

Brynden Tully

This stirs up a lot of complicated feelings in the old knight. He knew his relationship with you wouldn’t last forever, that you’d have to marry eventually, and he never wanted to marry…. But he feels like this is his fault, especially if you’re miserable. He could’ve prevented this. Brynden knows he ought to break off the relationship, and he won’t blame you if you do… but he’ll also consider the idea of continuing the relationship. And if you have to go somewhere far away, he’ll still appreciate you sending letters and having a correspondence. The relationship may not be the same long-distance, but he cares a lot about you, and it hurts having you cut from his life.

Edmure Tully

Woe and misery. How much wine is in Riverrun’s stores? He may end up drinking a dent in it by the time the month is out. He almost didn’t believe the news until he heard it from several people, or just you directly. How could this happen? Wasn’t he courting you properly, taking all the steps just the right way? Wasn’t his interest obvious to anyone with eyes? Edmure approaches your family with a bit of a hot head, almost demanding an answer for why they chose whoever over … whoever your spouse is. Edmure doesn’t even care who it is, he hates their guts immediately. More likely than not, he’ll do something foolish, like start a duel. If all else fails, he’ll make sad eyes at you at all the feasts and galas and go into a bit of a depression.

Brienne of Tarth

Brienne is immediately distraught, but also believes she deserves it somehow. This happy relationship just had to come to an end, didn’t it? Well, you two had to be discreet about it to begin with, which didn’t please her … but this alternative feels worse. Brienne switches between trying to stay frosty to make it easier for you two to part, and being unable to hold back her affection and sadness. The best solution she can think of is to stay as your sworn sword, independent of your new husband’s house guards. And gods know, she will come at him with a vengeance if he even dares upset you or lay an unwanted hand on you. That means the relationship could continue, but she dislikes the secrecy even more when you’re married. While she doesn’t like the idea of running away from problems, maybe in certain circumstances, she’d be open to the idea…

Ramsay Bolton

Ramsay is irate, to say the least. Even if you don’t actually know him, you’ve just caught his eye, he’ll become possessive. If you both were romantic before the engagement news, his anger and possessiveness would be even more dangerous. Woe to your spouse if he lives close to the Dreadfort - leave it to Ramsay to think up some “accident” for them to be involved in. And if he finds out they’re involved in some sort of treason or crime, that’s all the better, no matter how flimsy the “crime” is. If he’s feeling especially reckless, he’ll just arrange their murder and take you back right away. Ramsay is a terrible loser, doubly so if it involves one of the few things he actually cares about.

Roose Bolton

On the outside he doesn’t react to the news beyond a silent glare. On the inside, Roose is furious. He had plans for you, plans that may have taken quite a while to get to this point, and now it’s been ruined by someone whose actively working against him… or too stupid to realize what a massive mistake they just made. Roose thinks up various ways to circumvent this and have you to himself. In the meantime, he’ll gladly continue an affair behind your spouse’s back, but that won’t necessarily save them from death. You’ll notice him become increasingly possessive and jealous, even if you have zero interest in your spouse, and you can sense he’ll be holding a deep grudge against whoever arranged this in the first place.

Oberyn Martell

As soon as he hears about the news, Doran has to talk him down from dueling the man…Half his daughters support it, the other half suggest something more subtle. Overyn feels insulted, for one - your affection for each other was obvious, yet your family still made this arrangement. And if he doesn’t get his duel, he will spread all sorts of unsavory, salacious rumors about your spouse, in hopes of creating a scandal that makes your family break the union. Or better, lead to the man dueling Oberyn directly! Oberyn doesn’t even consider continuing your relationship with him an “affair”. You both were together first, and a farce of a marriage you didn’t agree to won’t change that. You just have to make sure he can be discreet.

Doran Martell

While the news of your engagement is depressing, it isn't surprising. He's quite aware of the politics of Westeros, even if his own family doesn't believe it, and he had wind of this engagement. He just thought he could stop it in time. He hides his disappointment, but his family can tell he's withdrawing. Oberyn argues with his brother to go get you and fight, but Doran is a man of silent plans. He'll still love to correspond with you, and you can tell by his letters that he seems hopeful. Maybe he's thought of a way to break it off …

Arianne Martell

Well, isn’t this irksome? Arianne loved having you in her palace and keeping you all to herself, but then this foolish arranged marriage happened… She doesn’t hide her disdain, and she’s annoyed at herself for not doing more to stop it. The princess will spend no small amount of time being angry at the unfairness of it. Once she’s calmed, she doesn’t see why you both can’t continue the relationship behind closed doors. You’re both used to sneaking around, anyway. And Arianne can’t resist ferreting around for some salacious rumors about your spouse… Wouldn’t it be a shame if she found out something that led you to your family cutting the betrothal off?

Tyene Sand

She’s beyond annoyed at this outcome. You were her favorite, in more ways than one, and while she didn’t delude herself into thinking you’d be together forever… well, couldn’t you both have spent your days in court in service to the Martells, or perhaps left forever on a boat to Essos? Why did this have to happen so soon? She’s despondent, much as she tries to hide it, even with her sisters trying to comfort her. She begins to think of plans, just little things … a rumor here, a scheme there. She’ll feel much better if you remain in the Sunspear court, so she can stay close and your relationship can continue.

#got x reader #game of thrones x reader #got imagines #got imagine #game of thrones imagine #got preferences #game of thrones preferences #& yes that is 35 characters & yes I CANNOT TAG THEM ALL bc tumbles wont let me #*screeches*

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How I see the Zodiac Signs (2)

Aries: the spontaneous friend who texts you at 2am because they need your opinion on something completely irrelevant, that person in your life who everyone is attracted to, the classmate who could intimidate anyone (including the teacher), the definition of ADHD, the lover who will kiss you 2.0 seconds after a HUGE argument, the bold and brave friend who always takes the lead when it comes to doing stupid things, always tired tho

Taurus: the fancy friend who is always up to date with all the gossip, the person on the street who is either dressed like they’re going camping or to the runway, there’s no in between, the shy but cute flirt (who thinks they can’t flirt but who secretly invented flirting), the friend who loves singing in any situation (good or bad - catch them having a blast at a funeral or sth lmao), that person who always eats out at fancy restaurants but somehow never pays for anything because people simply love them, they might appear materialistic but they secretly only value relationships with other people, from family to friends and lovers

Gemini: that friend who thinks that they are a genius but really can’t do much without the help of someone else, the person you meet at an art gallery/museum and starts talking to you about random things and somehow you end up being their new friend, the one who never shuts up (they either mumble or literally talk out loud about anything), the person everyone gossips about, the person who gossips about everyone, always posting on Instagram stories, easily bored, tries to encourage everyone out of kindness but people read it as “being fake”, has anxiety, the cheeky fun and quite childish friend who challenges your mind, aesthetics are on point

Cancer: the friend everyone goes to for advice, the most sexually aware people I have ever met, sensual and beautiful people who could make anyone fall for them, the colleague who leaves all the work for last minute and then stresses about it, moody, not even near as sensitive as everyone is trying to portray them, the mysterious artist you see at the metro station, the family member who has a significant other but still accidentally flirts with the waiter at the restaurant, probably some of the strongest people you will ever meet, great at whatever it is they are passionate about, always wearing comfy but cute clothing

Leo: the stubborn friend who asks the group for advice but listens to no one, just to come back after a few days and say “you were right about it guys”, the people who will hold back their tears even in front of their loved ones because they don’t want them to worry about anything, if you are their friend you are also their partner in crime, spontaneous, the unique person who gets all the attention, sensible people will label them as selfish but the truth is they are the most selfless people I have ever met, ambitious and determined, the person with the strongest goals and values, the protective lover who gets jealous easily but doesn’t want to admit it, sometimes their attention span is non-existent lol

Virgo: that person in your life who gets bored very easily and always needs stimulation in all areas of their life, the bossy friend who will try to monitor everyone’s actions and plans but hates when someone forces them to do something, that elegant person you’ve been staring at for the past hour, either super clean or super messy, probably knows how to cook really good meals, the lover who has super high-standards but somehow always accepts the bare minimum from the person they are in love with because they are afraid to lose them, they have a heart of gold but their guard is always up, the colleague who is either the best at their job/the worst (works for students too)

Libra: the friend who values and NEEDS their alone time even though they might seem to always be out and about, the person with the most unexpected and intriguing hobbies and interests, the friendly person who will listen to anything you have to say even though they secretly dislike you, the lover who is committed but whose romantic past intimidates and worries their partner (because they’ve been with quite SOME people, and are probably still in contact with them, even though they are just friends/ acquaintances), definitely has a past lover who changed their life and gave them trust issues, the friend who most likely has a “flip the coin” app on their phone for moments when a decision needs to be made, always beautiful

Scorpio: the people who brag about being mysterious, even though everyone knows the tea about them and their life, the person with the nice body (regardless of it’s size) who can build up sexual tension in any situation and with anyone, witty and quick action takers, struggles with their confidence (especially in their youth years), the friend who hates to look and feel vulnerable, they look their best when they wear darker colours, the lover who will manipulate you into doing things their way, if they have a secret and they want to keep it, be sure that they’ll take it to the grave, the people who should really be careful when it comes to addiction and processing + working out their feelings, because they can really fall down dark and deep loopholes

Sagittarius: the brutally honest friend who would much rather break your heart with the truth than bother with making up lies, fake scenarios or sugarcoated stories just to please you, the lover who won’t settle down unless they actually feel like they want to take you with them on all of their adventures, intense feelings and mood swings (occasionally), will immediately sense it if you are fake/masking your true self and will trash the hell out of it, they value open, weird people who are not afraid to look like idiots from time to time, they easily make friends because they are very confident and self-aware, interested in true crime, the paranormal or spiritual stuff (or all of them lmao don’t underestimate them), very, very, extremely, impressively smart

Capricorn: the friend who likes to pretend they have their sh*t together but is actually crumbling inside, emotional baddie, that one person everyone had a crush on at some point, they post intellectual memes about philosophy that the “regular mortals simply don’t get”, Draco Malfoy vibes, the friend who likes to appear rational and use logic in every situation but is secretly obsessed with tarot tik toks, loves solitude, dancing and sleeping naked in their house while listening to their favorite tunes but despises the feeling of loneliness, will choose money over love even though it would hurt them - love won’t pay their bills, workaholic who will probably open up a business if they don’t have one already (they tend to accustom themselves with working and making money from a young age)

Aquarius: the friend who thinks they can hide their feelings but who has the most obvious facial expressions and energy shifts EVER (still, they are not good at speaking about how they feel), the hopeless romantic who, sadly, always gets screwed over, the person who broke more hearts than any other sign but who is completely oblivious to this fact, treats people with kindness (yes, this is a Harry Styles reference), they have very distinct personalities - you just simply know when they walk into a room, glam and extravagant a bit “out there” fashion choices or life choices (or both lol), the person Karens are declaring war against, the lover who is most likely to experience “blind love” or fictional relationships, misunderstood, optimistic despite their idea that they are “depressive and negative”, balls of sunshine and joy who only want to make others smile, they can easily get you addicted to their presence and therefore are the people who have caused major changes in the life of those they have connected with (either good or bad)

Pisces: the cheesy sensitive lover that will only do what their partner says, only values the opinions of those who they consider as close as family, most of them (not all of them) experienced a thirst for rebellion and troublemaking in their childhood/teenage years, the friend who will help you bloom, the person who catches the eye of everyone and, speaking of eyes, they are know to have the most beautiful, shiny eyes in the entire zodiac (especially Pisces Rising people), has an addiction or an attachment issue 100%, everyone wants to be their friend or lover because their sweetness is beyond unmeasurable, cringe machines, everything pastel and expensive is their aesthetic

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Just a Little Pretense

Jaskier and Geralt stage a fake breakup. Someone’s feelings get hurt for real.

The reverse trope series: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

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“… It would be to take you off my hands!”

Geralt’s voice echoes in the ballroom, between the tall walls and the high ceiling. Everyone on the dance floor has fallen into silence. Even the band has stopped playing, their lead singer gaping with round eyes.

Jaskier blinks, impressed.

All the eyes are on the two of them. Jaskier’s back prickles with the gazes. As the fight escalated, more and more guests have stopped dancing just to eavesdrop on the witcher and the bard, the most peculiar couple in the room.

Which is just perfect. The more people witnessing their breakup, the more awkward it will be afterward, and the easier it will be to get out of this tedious party. And here Jaskier is, regretting ever having doubted his dear witcher’s ability to perform.

Who would have thought Geralt is a method actor? Drawing inspiration from a past argument is ingenious.

His old acting professor back in Oxenfurt would approve of this. The show is going swimmingly and he is pumped with adrenaline—maybe he should go back on stage one day, do a play or two.

But alas, he can muse the idea later. The show must go on.

“Really? Just like that?” Jaskier croaks, seemingly on the verge of crying. He’s not so bad himself, classically trained and everything. “Thirty years, Geralt. I followed you for thirty years, and just like that, you will kick me out of your life? Did I ever—” he breaks off with a whimper. “Did I ever mean anything to you? Or were you ready to cast me aside this whole time?”

A tear rolls down. His lips wobble. The crowd erupts in hushed murmurs and sympathetic sighs. The set-up, the build, everything has been perfect. Now the only thing left is for Geralt to break things off, and the two of them can ride into the metaphorical sunset and never see this court again.

Jaskier waits in anticipation, but his witcher opens his mouth.

And closes it.

Geralt looks as upset as he should, angry and torn and equally shocked, his golden eyes wide and his jaw clenched tight. It’s a nice picture to paint for the audience. They are supposedly having the biggest fight in their lives and his body language is very convincing.

More than convincing.

Except, it just might be … too convincing.

Wait—

Jaskier focuses on Geralt, who looks as if he wants to shrink into himself, his shoulders slumped and arms drawn in. He looks as if he’s waiting to be struck. Wait, something’s not right.

“I can’t do this.” A whisper leaves Geralt’s lips, small and achingly sad.

It’s not the line he’s supposed to say.

Geralt’s eyebrows droop ever so slightly, and there’s a flash of distress behind the molten gold. It’s gone in a second, hidden behind a façade of indifference.

The tells are subtle, near imperceivable to the untrained eye, but to Jaskier, they are clear as day—Geralt is hurt. For real.

Oh.

Fuck.

“Geralt,” Jaskier tries, instantly snapped out of his character.

And yet, there’s no reply. Geralt lowers his head, turns around, and flees the scene within one heartbeat and the next. The crowd is too eager to make way for him.

“Shit,” Jaskier curses, ready to chase after Geralt, but the Countess de Stael appears out of nowhere with a flock of maids and positively blocks him in all directions. She’s eager to lament the loss of love and companionship, and to offer Jaskier a place at her court once again. Oh, shit.

Jaskier brushes her off, all the while painfully remembering he and Geralt’s goal from the beginning—to use the breakup as an excuse to get out of this place.

Well, the plan is shit. Is it too late to notice?

Weaving through dozens of nobles is a lot more difficult when they all want to extend sympathy, and Jaskier is only placating them absent-mindedly, faking regret and heartbreak. His mind is full of his witcher, who is either brooding or spiraling over the venom he spewed earlier.

The truth is, Jaskier has long forgotten about the mountain—not because it didn’t hurt. To be shunned by Geralt, blamed for everything, and denied friendship, was the worst thing to have happened to him at the time. It’s just that Jaskier has forgiven it, so long ago and so completely.

Jaskier cannot get to their room fast enough, and when he pushes open the door, the sight of Geralt’s dejected face is a stab through the chest. The witcher is perched on the bed, somehow looking a lot smaller than he is.

Jaskier never should have come up with the stupid fake breakup thing, never should have inadvertently reopened the old wound. They healed, together. They shouldn’t be hurting anymore.

“I explained. We can leave now,” Jaskier tires, but in fairness, he doesn’t remember what he said to the Countess. “Geralt?”

The witcher himself crosses his arms, hugging his midriff and avoiding Jaskier’s gaze. “Good,” he answers curtly, shoulders still tense.

He looks angry, and when Geralt is angry, it’s most likely with himself. Oh, whatever heartbreak Jaskier acted out earlier, it’s not a match to a fraction of what he’s feeling now. It must be the one millionth time Geralt’s self-loathing has broken Jaskier’s heart, and it never gets easier, not when Jaskier caused it himself.

“Hey.” Jaskier desperately wants to wrap his arms around Geralt. So he does. He sits down on the bed and pulls his witcher into the biggest bear hug, which is returned immediately and so very tightly. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I fucked up, Geralt. I’m—”

“Don’t be.” Geralt buries his nose into Jaskier’s neck and shakes his head. “I never should have said those things, Jask. I should be the one apologizing. It was wrong and untrue and I would never abandon you. You are my best friend. How can I ever? Please, believe me…”

Geralt trails off, his hands rubbing circles into Jaskier’s back. Although it’s unclear who he’s trying to soothe.

“I know. It’s okay. I know,” Jaskier murmurs, over and over again, sealing each reassurance with a kiss pressed into silver hair.

“I never meant it, Jask.”

“I know. It was fake. We were pretending.”

Geralt pulls away, golden eyes dead serious, pausing between every word. “I never meant it.”

Jaskier meets his gaze unwaveringly, with not an ounce of doubt. “I know.”

They stay there for a while, just holding each other. Geralt keeps sniffing Jaskier’s scent the same way he always does to check for injury or distress. He thinks he’s subtle, the sweet man, so Jaskier never mentions it.

Despite what an outsider might assume, Geralt is the sensitive one between the two. He’s so careful when it comes to their relationship, especially after the mountain and sometimes to his own detriment.

He’s so scared of hurting Jaskier again.

“I was an idiot for suggesting it,” Jaskier breaks the silence, nudging Geralt in the knee.

Geralt hums, lips pursed.

“Fake breakup is a terrible idea. Next time we’ll just grit our teeth and sit through the month-long party.”

Still, no smile.

“Alright, you win. Next time I won’t take you to a month-long party to start with.” Jaskier gently pats Geralt on the cheek. “For your delicate sensibilities, darling.”

Finally, finally, Geralt’s lips turn upwards, just a smidge.

“You are an idiot,” Geralt says, the crease between his brows fading. “Just…don’t make me make you cry again.”

Melting into the warmth welling up between his ribcage, Jaskier leans forward and presses a tiny kiss at his witcher’s forehead, so softly as if he’d break with any more force.

“Yes, dear.”

Being careless with Geralt’s heart is a mistake that Jaskier never wants to repeat. As he put a hand over his witcher’s languid heartbeat, Jaskier feels the soft thrumming against his palm, and realizes just how terribly he needs to guard it with the same care too. Against his frivolous self, and against the past that never seems to stop haunting them.

Because Jaskier needs this thing between them to work. If a faked breakup already seems unbearable, he shudders to imagine a real one.

A witcher’s life is already riddled with pain and sadness and could-have-beens. A poet would hate it if he added himself to the list.

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA:

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Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn.

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

#bnha 328 #stain (bnha)#tsukauchi naomasa #all might #stars and stripes (bnha)#all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #eta: how did I forget to type 'bnha' in the title sob

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beckyh2112 · 2 years

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when I call myself a shell, I mean- (2/3)

when I call myself a shell, I mean (1/3)

Me: This chapter is going to be bleak and sad. This chapter: Anyway, let’s talk about logistics.

Behind a cut for length. I should probably start doing that with Fox^2, too.

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It was the middle of the Coruscant night when Hex's comm buzzed. He didn't answer right away, choosing to finish the current section of his report. Either it was someone who knew his sleeping habits and thusly knew to wait, or it was someone who didn't give a rat's hind leg about waking up a clone. He didn't want to talk to those kind of people, and since it was the middle of the night, he could get away with not answering.

He checked the ID code on his wrist unit: CC-5869. Commander Stone of the Coruscant Guard. So, the former kind of caller. Good, he didn't have to put on his 'dealing with natborns' face.

He leaned back in his desk-chair and clicked the line open. "Commander Hex here."

"I thought captain was the more important rank," Stone said, sounding too amused for his own good.

Hex rolled his eyes. "If you think I'm answering to Captain Hex from anyone not aboard my ship while the 501st is on Coruscant, you're deranged. And you've always been pretty sensible for a ground-pounder."

"At least the two of you have yet to be on the same ship?" Stone offered, grin audible.

"Can't have two captains on a ship, so he'd get courtesy-promoted to Commander Rex."

"So you'd have two commanders on the ship instead."

"Every Venator captain for a Jedi general has had to deal with that. It's not new. Why did you call, Stone?"

There was a long pause, and Hex flicked a glance at his comm. The image of Stone was in full armor, so he couldn't read the man's expression. Kark. This was going to be very bad.

"Representative Binks-"

Oh stars, it was worse than he'd thought. "No."

"-Needs to return home to Naboo-"

"Absolutely not. I refuse."

"- Jedi High General Obi-Wan Kenobi-"

"He has his own ship!"

"-Has volunteered to escort him, along with General Skywalker."

"Who also has his own ship!"

"The Negotiator and the Resolute are in dry-dock for repairs from their final battles."

"That sounds like a them-problem."

"Unfortunately, Representative Binks recommended you as a very competent naval captain that he had worked with before."

"I have never regretted being good at my job more, and I'm in Home Fleet." Hex kicked his feet up on his desk and stretched out, one arm coming up to cover his face. "What else?"

"Generals Kenobi and Skywalker will be bringing Ghost and Torrent companies with them respectively."

Hex uncovered his face long enough to glare at Stone. "I hate you and everyone who looks like you."

"I just wanted to warn you before you got the official orders." Stone was audibly smirking, the bastard.

"I'm running away. I'm packing my kit and fleeing the system."

Stone made a sudden, startled sound. Then he hummed thoughtfully.

It was enough to distract Hex from dreading the upcoming mission. "Now what?"

"Ask Commander Azure to call Fox when he gets a chance. I need to look into something. Stay safe."

"I'll do my best. Think you need to focus on that a lot more than me, though."

Stone grunted in acknowledgment then ended the call.

Hex tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling. Did anyone owe him a big enough favor to take this mission off his hands? He didn't think so, but there might be a few vode he could trick into taking it.

One of the nicest things about Palpatine being gone was that Fox was allowed to sleep for more than four hours at a stretch. His body was still adjusting to this new luxury, so he was pleased with himself for managing five hours straight last night. To celebrate, he broke out the good caff, the gift from Senator Celica that had landed him under the scrutiny of the Senate's Internal Affairs department.

Halfway through the cup, Stone joined him on the ratty couch in Thorn's office. He thumbed on a datapad and tilted it to show Fox what he was reading.

It was the evacuation plan his commanders and captains had put together after the blackouts started spreading beyond him and Thorn. When he began to suspect about Palpatine. The plan was a last resort, designed to get the Guard and the Jedi off Coruscant as quickly and untraceably as possible.

He never had a chance to enact it. Palpatine ripped the knowledge of it from his mind, and it had infuriated the Chancellor. That was when he carved symbols into Fox's skin that still writhed from time to time, inked knotwork briars around Thorn's neck that slid so, so slowly under his skin. Made it so they couldn't speak against their Emperor, couldn't resist, couldn't disobey. They were loyal, loyal, loyal.

Loyal slaves didn't run away.

Stone's voice brought him back to the present. "It would be easier to implement if we don't have to account for the Jedi, sir."

Fox sipped at his caff. "Just the Guard and Home Fleet, you mean?"

Stone nodded, then slowly scrolled down to the first difficult section of the plan.

There were over eighteen thousand men in the Guard. It would take the cooperation of all of them plus the majority of Home Fleet to pull this off. That was a daunting task even without keeping it from the GAR.

Not that it mattered if Home Fleet wouldn't cooperate. Fox's eyes narrowed. He needed to get in touch with Azure.

Thire was halfway through his mid-morning round through the Senate Rotunda when a conference-comm was forcibly opened on his helmet comm. He recognized the icons of the other Guard commanders, as well as some of the more senior staff like their CMO and quartermaster. The other icons he didn't recognize beyond identifying them as navy personnel.

He ducked into an unused conference room and tapped on the privacy-lock.

It took about fifteen minutes for Fox to explain the plan, with Commander Azure filling in the navy's side of things. Then the questions began.

"What about the vode who don't want to leave?" Thorn asked. "We could force them to come with us, but that's its own problem."

"No, we have to give them the option not to come," one of the Home Fleet commanders replied. Thire flicked open his profile. CC-12-1885, nickname 'Nimitz', rank of commander in the navy, and captain of the Aegis.

"That opens us up to a lot of potential intelligence leaks," another Home Fleet commander pointed out. CC-12-3216, nickname 'Hexadecimal', rank of commander in the navy, and captain of the Legion. Thire thought he remembered Stone mentioning him, though he'd called the ship-captain Hex.

"I'd rather deal with intelligence leaks than highly-trained, angry vode on my ship."

"If we don't decide on our final destination until after we've evacuated the system, that would limit the damage from anyone talking," Thire said.

Commander Azure nodded. "Could work."

The icons of everyone else slowly became bordered by bright green as they tapped in their agreement.

"Next question. Some Guards, and maybe some of Home Fleet, have family or lovers here on Coruscant. What if they don't want to leave them behind? Can we bring them with?"

As chief supply officer of one of the few Acclamators in Home Fleet, Flaire was in it up to his eyeballs in sorting out how to comfortably add two army legions to Home Fleet. His ship would be taking on the bulk of the Guard. He was looking forward to it. An Acclamator without troops was a very empty ship.

That did mean people's various hobby rooms had to be cleaned out of the empty bunkrooms. People needed to live there, even if forging art was way more fun. (Vode got creative when they were bored, and the crew of his ship had gotten very bored during the war.)

Right now, though, he was on conference-comm with the quartermaster of the Coruscant Guard and the supply officers of the other ships involved in this plan. They'd almost finished thrashing out a list of everything that needed doing when another Corrie leaned into the pickup-range of the quartermaster's comm.

"What about my massifs?"

The Guard quartermaster just put his face in his hands. "One problem at a time, Hound."

Flaire tried not to visibly perk up. That would get the others' attention. "How many massifs?"

The answer was something like a hundred total, which didn't seem like enough for a pair of legions. But it was specialist work, so maybe that was reasonable. It wasn't like he knew jack about keeping massifs. But a hundred scaly critters with handlers sounded like great fun.

"Dibs," he said.

A couple of other supply officers protested. Flaire just smiled at them.

"One, my ship is an Acclamator, so I have more space to set up what they need. Two, I called dibs. Suck it up."

"But where are we going?" Shim asked. Sergeant Magpie had told them about the commanders' plan a few klicks back along their patrol route, then told them to think about it before saying anything. Well, Shim had done his thinking, and he had some questions.

The sergeant shrugged. "Not decided yet."

"I think that's an important thing to know before we say yes," Clap chimed in. "Just a mite. A wee bit. A smidgeon."

"Can't spill what you don't know," Magpie replied.

Shim glanced sidelong at the sergeant, and his helm obligingly brought up their vitals. Heartbeat steady, armor unbreached, eyes in focus and tracking movement.

"Who are they worried about us telling? The GAR?" Aster asked disdainfully over comms. He and Flinch were two streets over, checking in with some of the Guard's informants and buying jogan fruit juice for the rest of the barracks.

"Do any of us even still talk to them?" Shim wondered aloud.

"I talk to them," Flinch said. "I've still got batchmates alive in the 41st."

"How's that going?" Shim hadn't bothered to reach out to his one remaining batchmate in the 501st. The Guard had pretty strong Opinions about General Skywalker, even those of them who'd never been unlucky enough to have to serve in the Senate. And he just didn't have the energy to deal with it if things went badly.

"Not well enough I'd tell them about the commanders' plan."

"It'd be pretty great not to be on Coruscant, wherever we wind up," Aster said thoughtfully. "Even if we decide to come back."

"Sergeant could find new shiny things to collect, too," Clap added, like a di'kut.

#bexfic #star wars #shim's batchmate is a background character #don't expect him to ever be relevant

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Happy Fucking New Year!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 5071

Summary: You and Bucky spend New Year’s Eve together in Paris!

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (F receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal play, cum eating), explicit descriptions of violence, minor character death, SMUT, 18+ only!!!

A/N: Well, my grandma ass passed out while literally writing this fic last night at like 10PM so sorry it’s late! But it’s still New Year’s Day so whatever. It’s kinda fun, I definitely enjoy having Bucky and Sam be complete idiots while our poor reader is the only one with common sense, so you may be seeing a lot of those two fucking things up in this series. Join my taglist here if you’re inclined and a Happy New Year to all you lovely hoes!

“Damn, Barnes. Look at your ass in that tux.”

He choked on his champagne when you snuck up behind him, grabbing one ass cheek and giving it a squeeze before he had a chance to turn around.

He didn’t know how you always managed to catch him off guard. He was used to being able to pick up on any threat immediately, but you were always able to slip under his defenses.

The expression that came over his face when he finally saw you was priceless. You loved surprising him with shockingly revealing outfits, offending those sweet old man sensibilities he pretended to have in public. But you knew exactly what he was thinking as his eyes drank you in.

The gown you had picked was a deep blue velvet that hugged your curves. While the skirt was tight against your legs, it still could’ve possibly been considered modest. The top though…. The v of the neck wasn’t as deep as your usual style, but the back dipped so low he wondered how you could possibly be wearing panties. All he could think of was snapping those thin straps with his vibranium hand and watching the fabric slide over your soft skin before it pooled around your ankles.

He couldn’t believe the two of you were spending New Year’s Eve in Paris. You’d barely had a chance to speak to each other after your tryst in Stockholm, and now you were together in the city of lights on one of the most romantic nights of the year.

“Hey, Barnes, you still in there?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He grinned at you as he watched you take a sip of champagne. “Just wondering where you’re hiding your knives in that dress?”

“Mmm, if this night goes according to plan, maybe I’ll let you look for them later.” You teased him, giving him a wink as you walked your fingers across his chest.

“Alright, that’s enough. You two promised to cool it with the kinky shit over comms.”

The two of you turned to shrug apologetically at Sam, who was glaring murderously at you from across the foyer.

“Sorry Sammy.” You whispered, tittering to yourself.

“Yeah, sorry Sammy.” Bucky gave him a stupid grin as the three of you started slowly moving to one the hallways leading to the main building.

“You don’t get to call me that, Barnes. You keep getting me into these fucking stupid situations, and your poor girlfriend always has to get us out. We were almost home, man, and you just had to follow that shady fucker at the airport.”

“No, he was following me. And anyways, I was right about him. I told you HYDRA had various goon squads lurking around.”

“You guessed.”

“I guessed right.”

“So, you admit it, you guessed!”

“Hey, boys!” You furrowed your brow as you turned to glare at the two of them, a little annoyed at the bickering. “Isn’t there supposed to be a door here?”

They finally shut up and followed your line of sight to where all the intelligence indicated the access door to the arsenal should be located.

Bucky let out a deep sigh and clenched his jaw, his eyes moving up the wall until they found the tiny hatch in the corner, fifteen feet off the floor. He turned his head to Sam and growled.

“You were in charge of reconnaissance. Do you not know the difference between a door and a hatch? Do your little robot minions not know how to take measurements?”

“Hey, don’t blame the robots man! This was based on human intelligence, which I’m pretty sure is your responsibility.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You ground your teeth together as you listened to the two of them, not sure how you were able to put up with this shit. You took in your surroundings, trying to figure out a way through this situation.

“Well one of us has to get up there.” You murmured to yourself.

“I nominate robot boy.”

“Ok, ya know what, they’re not robots. I might’ve been able to let it go but, heh, I can’t. They’re drones. And if you think me buzzing one of those through the party out there is inconspicuous…”

“Oh, not one of your robots, you. What if I throw you at the hatch?”

One glance at him let you know he was seriously considering throwing your friend at the hatch. You rolled your eyes as you slipped out of your pumps.

“Ok, now you’re trying to piss me off, I just told you they were drones. And you are not throwing me at that tiny door. It’s not even open.”

“Well, if I throw you hard enough, that won’t matter.”

“It’s a solid steel door, dumbass. And I’m pretty sure it opens outward. I vote we come back later with some tools.”

“We’re on a timetable. I say we settle this with some old-fashioned rock, paper, scissors.”

“Um, no, you cheat.”

“How can you cheat at rock, paper, scissors?”

You did your best to tune them out as you stretched, sighing as you gathered your dress up over your thighs and grumbling to yourself about ruining another outfit.

“I don’t know, but you do. Ok, if you use your normal hand, maybe that’ll work.”

“Whatever, I’ll still win.”

You walked back down the hall, then turned and sprinted past the two of them, vaulting off one leg when you reached the corner and using your momentum to spring yourself off the wall until you were able to brace yourself in the tiny alcove next to the hatch.

“Could one of you toss me the laser driver from my clutch?” You called down to them, now that they had finally stopped their incessant arguing.

Sam grinned up at you as he picked your clutch off the ground, tossing the driver to you when he found it.

“Man, every time.” He shook his head at Bucky as you started working on dismantling the door. “I don’t know how your dumbass has survived this long without us, Barnes. You can’t just punch your way through everything.”

“I’m sorry, ‘us’? Seems like she’s doing all the work while you’re just bossy.”

“Can you two just give it a rest? I’m in.” You pulled the hatch open and slid through it, hanging over the edge by your fingertips for just a second before softly dropping on the balls of your feet on the other side. “Fuck, that’s a lot of bombs.”

“What kinds of bombs?” Sam asked over the comms, all business now.

“Well, I’m not an expert, but this sure looks like tesseract related tech to me.”

“Shit.” Bucky hissed. “Any way to disarm?”

“Well, probably, sweetie, but there’s at least 100 of these fuckers, and I don’t really feel like spending all of New Year’s Eve playing ‘which wire?’”

“Alright, just give us a second.”

You heard a yelp from outside and all of a sudden Sam’s torso came flying through the open hatch, his hips catching on the edge.

“Did he just throw you?” You asked, not bothering to hide the grin that spread over you face as Sam looked for something to swing down with. You dragged over an empty shelf and he pulled himself through, climbing down gingerly to come stand beside you.

“Your boyfriend is a fucking menace.” He grumbled, brushing some debris off his shoulders. He whistled through his teeth when he got a good look at the stockpile you had uncovered. “Shit.”

“Fuck me.” Bucky murmured, suddenly behind the two of you, making Sam jump.

“Goddamn it Barnes, why you gotta always be so stealthy?”

“Maybe you just need to pay better attention, what if I’d been a goon?”

“You are a goon.”

“Oh my god, I cannot do another round of this. Sam, can you call this in please? Maybe Sharon will have some idea of what to do about the massive pile of shit we just stepped in.”

“Fine, Y/N. I’ll call the boss.”

You went to examine the bombs more closely. They all seemed to have remote triggers, but you didn’t want to take the chance that they were volatile, so you resisted the urge to pick one up.

“Yeah, this is definitely tesseract tech.” Bucky muttered, and your heart jumped into your throat when you turned to see him tossing one of the bombs into the air and catching it again in his vibranium hand.

“Motherfucker put that down you idiot! What if there had been a pressure sensor?”

Bucky stared at you for a second, then back at the bomb in his hand. “Right, whoops.” He placed it back on the pile gingerly and gave you a sheepish grin.

“I swear to god, the two of you are going to end up getting me killed.”

“Ok, boss said they have a remote drone about one minute out that should have the ability to disarm these. She just wanted us to open the skylight for it.”

“The what?” You hissed at him.

“Uh….”

“There’s a fucking skylight?” You looked up and scoffed, seeing a very large window right there in the ceiling.

“Nice, Wilson.” Bucky just shook his head at him.

“Fuck you, Barnes! You didn’t know about it either.”

“No more! One of you morons get up there and open it!” You were seething. “You’re lucky I like the two of you or I swear to god, I would stab the both of you right now.”

“Alright, rock, paper, scissors?”

“No!! Bucky, just fucking do it.” You screwed your eyes shut and pressed your fingers into the peaks of your eyebrows.

“You got it, beautiful. You’re so cute when you’re mad… shit.”

He had to scramble up one of the shelves as you tried to charge at him, but Sam was able to hold you back at the last second.

“Ok, let’s all just take some deep breaths. It’s all good. The drones on the way. We didn’t have to fight anyone. And there’s still 25 minutes until midnight, so we’ll all get to toast the new year.”

Right as he uttered that last word, a large door on the opposite end of the room opened, and three goons carrying large guns entered.

“Goddamn it, Wilson, you jinxed us. And look, another fucking door!”

“Yeah, they do seem to be popping up everywhere.” He muttered under his breath. “Hey, fellas, we were just…. god, y’know what, I’m too tired to come up with something. Should we just fight?”

You sneered at him before hefting one of the bombs and chucking at the head of one of the guards, hitting him right between the eyes and knocking him out.

“OOHH! What if that had gone off?” Sam yelled at you as you charged the two standing goons who were still standing, diving at the last second to roll one of them over your shoulder.

“Oh, so only you and grandpa are allowed to make stupid decisions, then?” You said, pulling out a knife from under your skirt and trying to stab the guard who was still standing. You were just a little too slow and he dodged you, making you hiss. “Do you mind giving me a hand?”

“Shit, right.” He found a metal pipe leaning against the corner and walked over to where the first guard was starting to come to his senses, bringing it around in an arc to crash against his chin, knocking him out again.

“Drone’s here! Aww man, you guys started a fight without me?” Bucky had climbed back down to find the two of you grappling with your respective opponents.

He walked over and punched the asshole that had Sam in a chokehold in the face with his vibranium fist, feeling a satisfying crunch as he went down. Bucky started to stride over to give you a hand as Sam tried to catch his breath when you suddenly drove your knife up under your opponent’s ribs, giving it a twist before you withdrew it.

“Y’know,” He murmured as he watched you bend over to clean off the blade on the dead man’s jacket. “I’m a little mad at you now. I was looking forward to looking for that later tonight.” He grinned at you, nodding at the knife in your hand as you drew up your skirt to return it to the sheath on your thigh.

“Don’t worry sweetie, there’s plenty hiding under here for you to discover.” You teased him as he pulled you to him, pressing a deep kiss to your lips and moaning against your mouth. He always got so worked up after watching you fight.

“Ugh, I’m still here, you freaks!”

“Shit, sorry Sam!” You flashed an apologetic grin at your friend as he glared at you. Bucky was pulling at the front of his pants and screwing his eyes closed as he tried to fight his obvious erection.

“There’s something wrong with you two.” He muttered under his breath as he started climbing the shelves to leave through the skylight.

The drone had done its job. All the indicator lights on the bombs were off, showing there were no longer armed. You gave a small sigh of satisfaction before looking up at the skylight.

“Gimme a boost, Buck.”

“Yep.” He hooked his hands under one of your heels and grinned to himself as he brought his arms up a little faster than you had intended, flinging you up to the roof in one swift motion and making you yelp.

“You’re such a dick!” You shouted down to him as he started to climb out after you, making him laugh. “What time is it Sam?”

“Hey, we’ve still got 10 minutes to midnight!” He said, giving you a grin.

“Ooh, think we can make it back?”

“Yeah, it’s just a couple rooftops over! Barnes, move your ass!”

Bucky was just climbing onto the roof as you and Sam started jogging towards the adjacent building and cursed under his breath as he clambered to follow you.

Sam let out a whoop as he leaped between the buildings, one of his drones catching him halfway and carrying him to the other side.

“Oh my god was that waiting out here the whole time?” You scolded him as he swooped back to lift you across the gap, depositing you softly on the next roof.

“Yeah, why are you surprised?”

You just gave him a laugh as Bucky flung himself over the space between the structures, rolling in his landing and scowling at the two of you when he regained his feet.

“No thanks, I don’t need any help.” He growled at Sam, voice dripping with sarcasm as he brushed some pebbles off the shoulder of his tux jacket.

“You’re fine.” Sam waved a dismissive hand as the three of you walked to the next edge, which led to your hotel.

You dropped down first to the ledge that was 10 feet below, landing on the balls of your feet and twisting just a bit to gain your balance before you started gliding towards the window to your room.

“You good, Y/N?” Sam called as they watched you crouch as much as you could when you reached the end of the ledge.

“She’s got it.” Bucky muttered as you uncurled your body like a whip, shooting across the gap between the two buildings, latching onto the buttress above your window as you stretched down, your toes reaching for the lower sill. You found your purchase and released one hand to draw the window open, then slipped inside easily. “See?” He gave Sam a grin as he moved to follow you.

It only took the two of them a minute to join you, and you met them with champagne and a pleased smile on your face.

“Hello boys, just in time for the countdown!”

You passed out the drinks and took one for yourself before the three of you headed out to the small balcony that was around the corner from the window you had entered through.

“And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!” The three of you shouted.

You heard the city erupt in cheers and fireworks started exploding over the Eiffel tower. Bucky set his champagne flute down and drew you into his arms, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You sighed as you opened up to him, welcoming the crisp taste of champagne on his tongue as he curled it against yours.

“Ooookay, that is my cue to leave.” Sam said, downing the rest of his drink and avoiding making eye contact with either of you as he made his exit.

“Mmm, Happy New Year, Sammy!” You called after him. Bucky just waved a hand at him as his mouth moved down to your neck, his lips trailing over your throat as his other hand pressed against the small of your back.

“Just, remember to take out your comms, I’m begging you.” Sam said before shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck, right.” You plucked yours out of your ear and set it next to your glass as Bucky drew you back into the room, sucking on the curve of your shoulder softly. He released you for just a second to remove his own comm and closed the door to the balcony before turning back to you.

“Oh, that fucking dress.” He growled as he took you in, his eyes dark with desire. “You know, I’ve been wanting to peel you out of that thing all night, you damn cock tease.”

You stepped into him and pressed your hand against the bulge in his pants as you nipped at his bottom lip. “Mmm, your always so good to me when I tease you though, baby. I can’t help it.” You moved your hands up to start undoing his tie. “Besides, I don’t know how you can blame me for teasing you when you’re walking around in this tux. I’ve been wet all night.” You whipped the tie off and started working on the buttons of his shirt as you took his earlobe between your lips and sucked on it.

His hands moved to your ass and squeezed as he ground his hips against you, making you gasp. “Don’t tell me that unless you want me to do something about it. Fuck, are you even wearing anything under here?”

You slid his jacket off his shoulders and followed it with his shirt, running your fingers over his bare torso before starting to undo his belt. “Why don’t you get it off me and find out?” You purred, gazing up at him through your lashes as you drew the belt through the loops and moved to unbutton his fly.

He leered at you and brought his hands up to your shoulders, running the thin straps of your gown through his fingers before snapping them easily. He sighed as he watched the material slither over your curves and pool at your feet. “I fucking knew it.”

You were completely bare under his gaze, aside from the two knife belts you had around your thighs, each of which contained 2 blades.

“Damn it, Barnes.” You scolded him.

“What?”

“Could we have one night where you don’t end up ruining at least one expensive item of clothing?” You sighed, bending over to pick up the dress and shooting him a soft look of reproval.

“Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I get too excited.” He did feel a little bad, but every time you wore something like that, all he could think of was ripping it off you.

“Well, now you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You teased, tossing the dress aside and drawing him closer.

“Yes, ma’am.” He murmured as his fingers moved to start undoing the belts around your thighs. He brushed his lips against the small hollow beneath your ear as he worked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin there as his fingers brushed over your legs, making your pussy clench around nothing. “You want me to show you how sorry I am with my tongue?” He set aside the two belts and moved a hand to cup your sex, groaning at how warm and wet he found you.

“God, just fucking do it.” You hissed as he teased a finger between your folds, barely brushing against your heat before withdrawing again.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He picked you up and carried you a few feet to lay you on the dining room table, kicking the chairs out of the way with a clatter.

He gave you a searing kiss, taking your breath with him when he withdrew to kneel between your thighs. His stubble tickled at your skin as he moved his lips and tongue up your inner thigh at an agonizing pace, moving to the other thigh when he had almost reached your cunt and making you whine.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your dress, pretty girl.” He finally dragged his tongue over your slit and you let out a low moan, your fingers burying themselves in his hair as he repeated the motion. “Wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but this pussy does things to me.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue against you and drew it over your entrance heavily, slurping up all the evidence of your arousal with an obscene sound before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. The whimper you let out made his cock twitch as your thighs clenched around his shoulders, drawing him into you even further.

“God, Bucky, right there.” You murmured as he increased the pressure on your bundle of nerves and inserted two fingers into your cunt, moaning at the feeling of your satiny walls clenching around him. He curled them just a bit and you wailed, arching your back into him as you started whispering “please” over and over like a prayer.

He grinned against you as he shook his head slightly, pressing himself even further into your heat and lapping up the juices that leaked from you as he fucked you with his fingers.

He added a third finger and crooked his wrist just slightly and that was it. Every muscle in your body went rigid as you came against his face, soaking him in your release as you clamped down on his fingers and sobbed with pleasure. You released him slightly, only to spasm again from the aftershocks as your muscles quivered around him. He finally managed to draw himself away and stood between your legs, grinning down as he watched you come down from your orgasm, shivering occasionally as a random jolt of pleasure shot through you.

“You think you can forgive me?” He asked wickedly as he finished undoing his slacks and slid them over his hips, followed by his boxer briefs. He drew his hand over his length as he waited for you to answer, nudging the tip of his cock against your folds and making you yelp.

“Fuck, yes. God Bucky.” You sat up and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his face to yours violently. You ground your hips against him, groaning as you felt his shaft slide through your slick easily. He started to lift you to bring you to the bedroom and you shook your head a bit before releasing him. “No, I need it now.”

He grinned at you as he teased his head against your clit, making you whine. “You want me to fuck you right here on the table?”

“God, yes please. Gimme that cock. I need you inside me.” It was driving you crazy. You brought a hand between the two of you and wrapped it around him, making him hiss as you lined him up. “I want you to split me open then fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

He let out a low growl from deep in his chest. He loved when you talked like this. He pushed into slowly with a groan until he was sheathed to the hilt, relishing in the feel of you clenching around him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. So tight and warm. What else you want me to do to you?” He started moving his hips slowly, grinding them against you each time he was bottomed out.

“Shit,” You were panting with need as he moved inside you, his cock dragging against your g-spot over and over and making it hard to think. “I want your mouth on my tits. God, just like that.” He was following your instructions beautifully, dragging his tongue over the inner slope of your breast as his hips kept up their slow pace. “Fuck, baby, suck on my nipples now.”

He did as you asked, swirling his tongue over the sensitive buds as his lips closed around them, sucking softly and making you whine. He’d always been good at following orders.

“Mmm, move faster.” You commanded, wrapping your fingers in his hair as he continued lavishing attention on your breasts.

He obliged easily, picking up the pace until he was slamming into you, knocking the breath out of you. You met each of his thrusts with your own, mewling as you felt a coil starting to knot in your abdomen.

“God, I’m gonna cum.” You whined.

One more drive of his hips and the coil broke, making you scream. Your fingernails dug into his scalp as you went stiff for just a beat before everything released. He smiled into your neck as you vibrated against him, panting heavily as you came down.

He kept fucking into you like a man possessed. He brought his mouth back up to yours and kissed you softly as he felt you relax a bit. “Did I do good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, you did great.” You laughed into his mouth as he kept moving.

“You’re in charge, pretty girl. What do you want now?”

“God, work my clit. Fuck, just like that.” You were having trouble focusing as he did what you asked. “I need your mouth on my neck. Hngh, Bucky! That’s so good.”

“What else, beautiful?” he grinned against your throat, loving how easily you were coming apart around him. He picked up the pace with his hips a little more and felt you flutter around him.

“Shit, stick your thumb up my ass.”

He was not prepared for that and his hips faltered for a bit. He whipped his head up to stare at you as he regained his composure.

“What?”

“Ahh, fuck.” You were just a little embarrassed. You usually liked to ramp up to this type of thing, and especially with Bucky, you had wanted go really slow with this particular kink. You didn’t know how much of a thing anal play had been in the 40s. “Um, you can forget I said that.”

To your surprise, he broke out into an absolutely sinful grin and gave you a savage kiss as he laid you back on the table, stilling his hips but keeping himself sheathed in you as he drew your knees up to your shoulders.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ass, baby.” He said as he started moving his hips again, dragging his thumb through the slick that was leaking out around his cock and moving it down until it was pressing against your pretty hole, making you gasp.

“Bucky, don’t tease me.”

“Thinking about this tight little hole wrapped around my cock, I was worried you’d never let me in.” You moaned as he pressed himself through the tight ring of muscle and your eyes rolled up into your skull as you arched yourself into him. “But here you are, giving me a fucking invitation.”

He gave a groan when both your holes clenched around him, and he felt his cock moving in your cunt with his thumb through the thin lining between your passages. He drew himself out halfway and slammed back into violently, the tip of him barely kissing your cervix and making you whine.

His fingers on your clit pressed down hard and you flew apart around him, your orgasm ripping through you with abandon. The scream you let out was otherworldly as you creamed all over his cock.

The sight of you writhing beneath him sent him over his own edge and he shouted your name as his cum spurted inside of you, coating your walls and his dick as he collapsed on top of you.

You were still trembling as aftershocks rippled through your body. He kissed your neck and pulled out of you gently. You barely noticed, you were so fucked out.

“Shit sweetheart.” He muttered as he drew himself up. “This body treats me so fucking good. Damn, look at that.” He drew your knees apart and stared appreciatively at you pussy, still clenching as you came down. His cum was slowly leaking out of you and dribbling over your puckered hole. “Let’s clean you up.”

You had expected him to go get a towel, but he knelt down and dragged his tongue over first your asshole, then your slit, making you sob as he lapped up the mixture of your releases. When he drew his tongue over your clit, you came again immediately, it was so overstimulated.

“Fuck, you ok, Y/N?” He hadn’t expected you to be that sensitive and was worried he might have overdone it. He brought himself back up to look you in the eyes, cupping one cheek in the palm of his hand as he studied your face with concern.

“God, Bucky, I’m fucking great.” You gave him a sloppy grin as you stared up at him, turning your head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand. “I don’t think I can walk though.” Your legs were jelly.

He just laughed and scooped you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom and laying on the bed. He covered you with the sheets and pressed a soft kiss to your temple before heading into the bathroom to clean himself up. He was only gone for a minute before he was sliding behind you and wrapping you in his arms.

“Happy New Year, beautiful.” He whispered into your hair as you drifted off to sleep, drowsy now that you were surrounded with his warmth.

“Happy fucking New Year, Bucky.” You murmured before you dozed off, blissfully satisfied.

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