#but dont hold me to it thats a very tentative promise

[lizzy-pop]

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐧.

Ler: Ragatha Lee: Jax(SFW! NOT A SHIP

Summary: Jax put another “surprise“ in Ragatha’s room again, so she thought it was time for some revenge.

A/N: I have never wrote a fanfic before, sorry if this sucks 😭✌️

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Jax had just finished up putting a few centipedes under Ragatha’s pillow, and now he was locking her door and strutting away, whistling. He came across her on his way back to the main stage. “Hey Jax! Where were you?” Ragatha stopped him to ask. “Oh nowhereee just.. giving somebody a lil’ surprise!” Jax grins, causing Ragatha to lift an eyebrow in response. “Okayy.. I’m gonna go to my room for a bit, see you later.” She says before walking off suspiciously.

Moments later, Ragatha’s scream is heard throughout the whole tent as Jax tried to suppress his giggles. “JAX!!!” She screams as she stomps over to Jax, fuming. “Woah, woah, cool yourself, sweetheart!” He smiles cheekily. Ragatha takes a deep breath before glaring daggers at him, “This is the second time you’ve done this! You are so— childish!!” While Ragatha is waving her hands like crazy, she accidentally strokes Jax’s side, making him tense up and squeak quietly. Once she notices she stops waving her hands and a look of concern washes over her. “Jax? What happened? Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head, “Uh— no, no, you just— nevermind.” He stuttered to finish the sentence, what was he supposed to say? “It just really tickled?” No way! That would be the end of him if he admitted being ticklish. Ragatha squints her eyes and scans Jax for a moment, before gasping and smirking. “Jax, are you ticklish?!” She asks giddily. Jax nearly jumps out of his fur at the question. “I- uh- no!—yes-maybe..?” If he could blush, he’d be cherry red by how embarrassed he was now. “Ohoh, you better run, rabbit.“ Ragatha cracked her knuckles. Jax’s eyes widened as he began to full sprint through the halls “run rabbit, run~“ Jax heard Zooble tease, who had watched the whole thing.

Jax rolled his eyes and eventually slid around a corner, hiding behind a barrel. “Please dont find me, please dont find me,“ Jax whispered to himself over and over. Just as he thought he might get away with it, Ragatha kicked down the barrel infront of him and grins. “cant get away that easy~“ He scoots backward on the ground and puts his hand out, “back, foul beast!!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes and pins Jax down, snickering as he squirmed like a madman under her grip. She was surprisingly strong for a doll, making Jax even more stressed that he couldnt get out when(if~) he wanted to. “Ragatha, rags, pal, gal, bud, we can talk about this!“ He begins to panic and try to pull his arms down. “what is there to talk about?~“ she smirks and holds her free hand on his ribs teasingly, making the poor rabbit shriek and try to shove her off. “nononononono! Uh- I promise never to put c-centiPEDes in your room again!“ He jerks his torso away from her sudden poke to his side, getting a giggle out of Ragatha. “Now we both know you aren’t keeping that promise, Jax.“ He lets out a snicker and rolls his eyes “Ihit’s funny, what can I say?~“ Ragatha glares at him. “You’re not helping your case!“ she squeezes his hip, earning a shriek and a quiet giggle out of him. “D-Doll face, Ihi will kihill you!“ He squirms, barely holding back giggles of suspension. “thats not very nice, bunny~“ Ragatha begins spidering up and down his stomach.

“Nohoho!! I tahake it back, Ragahahahatha!!“ he squeals and giggles uncontrollably. “Wow, Jax. I thought you were 100% ler!“ He attempts to roll his eyes at the tease, but ends up squeezing them shut and going into hysterics when Ragatha begins clawing at his underarms. “EhhehEHEhahha!! Nohoho!! RahAHAGathaHA, not thehERE!“ he kicks as tears of mirth begin to form. “Aww, did I find the rabbits weak spot?~“ she giggles and continues poking and clawing at his underarms. “Not yet.“ Gangle interrupts. “I found out about this a while ago, his tickle spot is the back of his neck. Oh, and he’s enjoying every moment of this. Its not punishment to him.“ Ragatha gasps dramatically, “You like this, bunny?!“ Jax hides his face in his arm, subtly nodding. Gangle smiles, “your welcome, Ragatha.“ she says as she walks away quietly. Ragatha smirks at Jax and pauses her attack, grinning. “Gahangle is a traitohor..“ he accuses, letting out breathy giggles. “Well, now that I know I will 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 tickle you more!“ she smiles and begins to turn him over, gaining acces to his weak spot. “ohoh s[#%]t.“ Jax immediately scrunched up his neck. “Is the big bad bunny afraid of a little bit of tickling?~“ she teases, giggling.

“Shuhut the f[#%]k up and just do ihit.“ Jax commands, aggrovated. “Wow, you want me to tickle you that ba-- ow! Okay, okay!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes “no kicking!“ He snickers under his breath. Ragatha grins and begins tickling the back of Jax’s neck softly but well enought to drive him up the wall. “SohoHOFter is wohohohorse, thIHIhis is eheHEAhaha tohoHOrture!!“ He kicks his feet and shrieks each time she speeds up. “And yet you haven’t told me to stop, even once~” she teases, now beginning to tickle harder and quicker. “EheheEHAhahaHAheh!!! HohOHOly s[#%]t!!” His giggles slowly grow louder and more intense by the minute, when Ragatha suddenly hits a weak spot on his neck, sending a powerful shriek throughout the entire tent. “NOHOHOHO NOT THERE NOT THERE IHIHIHIM GOHONNA DIE!!” He shrieks, laughing like an idiot. “aha! Theres your weak spot!“ Jax begins hiccuping between laughing fits. “OHOHO*ʰⁱᶜ*MY GAHAAHHAHAD!!!“ Jax screams, trying not to accidentally kick Ragtha in the back. “OHOHOHOKAY OKAY, STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!!“ As soon as she hears him say it, she ceases her tickle attack, leaving him greedily gasping for air.

“Thahat was insahane..“ Ragatha giggles, “Yeah, but you liked it~“ She rubs the back of his neck, getting rid of the phantom tickles. “If you’re in a lee mood, come get me~“ She giggles and walks off.

#tickle content #tickle fic #tadc #tadc tickles

[thisfanisgonesorry]

handcuffed - jim hopper

you REALLY dont wanna get arrested right now.

cw/tags: DUBCON. DUBCON FOR DAYS. uhh, very bdsm-y, obvious power dynamics, degradation kink, handcuffs, obviously. timeline debatable, age difference but thats what makes it hot!, he spits in y/ns mouth. cums in her panties if thats a kink? what would i call that? y/n is canonically a bit of a slut but thats okay! mutual pining if u squint.. maybe enough lore for multiple parts. hopper is lowkey a prick whoop whoop.

havent posted in a while but i wrote this (shitty) gem from a few weeks ago.

<3

Surely, this would be a good day. Surely.

Well, that is what I was thinking before I was sprinting down the road, trying my best to avoid the cops. Needless to say, now I’m restrained by an all-too-familiar chief of police and he’s hauling ass to his cop car, which would now be 50 or so feet from where I’m currently standing.

I’m trying to break free so I can sprint in another direction and pray to god it works. Maybe into the woods, break line of sight. We’re by the backroads, so there’s not a lot of people, though maybe losing face in a crowd would be what I need.

I seemed to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I was near Billy’s shithole of a house, just when the cops showed up, and of course, they had to assume I was to blame. Now, at a worse place at a worse time, I’m harshly pressed into the hood of Jim’s car, and he’s struggling to keep my arms in place to put them into a pair of handcuffs. His body is tightly holding me into place, but god damn, I am not getting arrested right now.

“Let me go, Hopper!” I shout, trying to pull my arms out of his grip so I can use them to push him off. I try to move any of my limbs in any direction as an attempt to get him off me.

“Stop struggling.” He says, as he meets my face, feeling the stubble of his moustache brush my ear. I freeze for a moment; before continuing anyway.

“I wasn’t even at that stupid Hargrove’s house! You already arrested all of the assholes there, why are you harassing me!”

He lets out a few grunt, and then I hear a click and feel cold metal around my wrists, so I struggle more as he tries to stand us both up, still pressed against him as he tries to not let me escape him.

“Get the fuck off me, Jim.”

“Watch it.” He breathes out, “You’re about to get us both into somethin’ you don’t wanna get into.”

“I don’t wanna get arrested by some pig! Not over some shit I didn’t do!”

He finally brought some distance between us as he turned me around, looking at me face to face, though still trying to keep me in place with a hand firmly on my shoulder. I was trying to analyse the situation, there was one, semi-large, semi-hard, glaring problem.

Maybe all that struggling was not the wisest idea I could’ve had.

“Are you hard right now?” I said, with a bitter taste on my tongue, deciding to get rid of that taste by spitting right in his face.

“I told you to stop struggling.” He said through gritted teeth as he wiped the saliva with the back of his hand. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” He gestured towards the backseat.

“What? This, or you?”

“Get in the fucking car, Y/n.”

“I didn’t do anything. I’m telling the truth this time, promise!” He began to shove me, before I tried to intervene once again, desperation levels rising to a shameful amount. “Hey! Hey! Maybe we can work something out!”

“I’m taking you in and if you don’t stop talking, I’ll find some way to shut you up.” He seemed unphased despite the half-mast tent in his pants. He glared at me, speaking sternly. “And don’t fucking spit at me again.”

“I’m not friends with Billy, I’m sober as a judge here, Hop!” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Plus, it’s not like you can walk into the station with a boner, can you? Or are you willing to bet it’ll go away by then?”

“You’re right. I can’t. I know what you’re implying, I also can’t..” He hesitated for a moment. “..Act on it with someone under my custody.”

He could sense the sardonic attitude behind my voice. “Why not?”

“Don’t play that game with me.” He said, pushing me again towards the backseat, though I crashed into the side-mirror of his car, letting out a moan of pain which made him, and his buddy, a bit more rash.

“Help me, help you?” I said with a fake grin, trying to push his buttons, either as a tease or a genuine way to get into his pants. “C’mon, what d’ya got to lose?”

“My job.”

“I won’t tell no one. C’mon, I’ll help you out and you can think about letting innocent ol’ me go, how’s that?”

Is it bad that through the numerous times Chief Hopper has thrown me in jail, I’ve always thought, ‘might as well go out with a bang, right?’, he’d been on my ass for years, either for underage drinking or hanging around pot, he’d find some way to get me in handcuffs. I was old enough to do both of those now, and for once, I was completely innocent.

“If you’re so innocent, why’d you run?”

“Look, I was just at the wrong place, wrong time. I saw sirens comin’ at me, what d’ya think I’m gonna do?” I could feel the tension; sexual or not, it was thick in the air. He was clearly sexually frustrated, and look at him, of course he would be. Sure, he was hot, but it’s not like the chief of police gets many weekends.

“I’ve heard you use that excuse before.”

“I’m telling the truth here! What have I got to lose? You’re hard and I’d fuck you to get out this time. I’m not sitting in a drunk tank with Billy!”

“Why’d you run?”

“Fine! I got pot on me! But it’s not from Billy!”

“Where?” He said sternly, trying to pull it off me. I didn’t want to admit it was in my bra, so I tried to avoid eye contact. “Where.” He repeated, louder.

“It’s in my bra..” I said, still avoiding eye contact. He looked at the buttons to my white and green shirt, deciding if he should or not. I rolled my eyes at him, almost to urge him to just hurry up and get on with it.

He quickly began unbuttoning the shirt, it was probably not his best choice, but once it was unbuttoned, he tugged it out of my jeans and tried to push it as best he could off my torso. He took in the view for a moment, but only a moment.

“Where?”

“Left side.” He raised his large hands to put his hand on my right; “MY left.”

Granted, I hadn’t exactly prepared for this moment, so my bra was an off-skin tone, and wasn’t exactly ‘sexy’. He put his hand in the cup of my bra, feeling it for a moment, his fingers grazing my nipple, before he pulled his hand away, with a small baggie of mix in his hands.

“Look, I wasn’t actually doing anything wrong, okay?.. I’ll do anything, I just.. Please don’t bust me for this.”

He looked at the bag, and he exhaled sharply, you could see the cogs turning in his brain, like clockwork, deciding. Weighing his options, even.

“Anything?” He spoke almost silently.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He said, “I’m serious.”

I hesitated for a moment, before simply nodding, and he let out a shaky sigh before grabbing my face, he was still rightfully so, very angry at me, so he firmly pried my mouth open.

“Swallow it.” He spoke sternly before spitting in my mouth.

I swallowed it immediately, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

It took me by surprise how quick the tables had turnt, and his breath shook, and he quickly opened the backseat door, pushing me towards it, though I still stood upright. He had full control, so it seems he wasn’t just going to bend me over and fuck me. At least, not right away.

He pressed his mouth on mine, one hand holding me in place by the waist and the other holding onto the roof of the car. Slowly, he moved his hands down, playing with my belt until he could tug down my jeans so they rested around my knees.

“Hop, c’mon.” I breathed, pulling away though his mouth chased mine slightly. He peaked down, eyeing white panties with a small bow on the elastic.

He pulled away fully, then fiddled with the belt of his own pants, before unbuttoning them and leaving it open like that. I tried to open my legs for him though I was restricted, he pressed our clothed crotches together, a sigh escaping him as he did.

“Can you.. unbutton your shirt?” I asked, a little more timid than I would’ve liked. He gave a short nod, before unbuttoning his shirt so I had a decent view. He was fit, though obviously rockin’ a bit of a dad bod. A good amount of hair and honestly, I could be mad about the last screw I might have for a while, yet I’m not.

“You’re pathetic.”

“Please.” I responded softly, leaning towards him though he simply pulled away. He seemed proud of himself, devolving me into almost begging for it, yet also unsatisfied. “Sir? Please?”

“You’re so smart, such a fast learner.” He said, though it somehow sounded like he was degrading me, and yet, it was driving me crazy.

“I.. I want to touch you.”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“C’mon, Hop. Don’t tease me.” I pleaded with him, and it must’ve worked.

Almost like a switch went off; it was quick, but not harsh, he turned me around and bent me over the back seat.

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not begging for it.”

He took a fist of my hair and pushed my face into the seat, speaking sternly. “Don’t act like you’re not a slut. I’ve heard the stories. Beg.”

“Shit, please.” He pushed my face further; “Please, sir, please!”

“For such a fast learner, you’d think you’d know how to keep out of trouble.” He said, alongside rustling of fabric, I assume pulling your pants down with only one hand isn’t easy. “Last time. Were you at Hargroves or not?”

This was probably the most evil form of interrogation.

“No! I swear it, I hate his guts; him, and his shitty weed. What do I gain from lying to you right now!”

“You do whatever you can to get your kicks out of me. I know you get around. The amount of drunk-tank ramblings about the vixen behaviour you get up to, who knows, this is just another way to fuck with me.”

“Tough talk coming from you.”

“Quit acting like a brat.” He snarled, “You want this, you need this.”

“I don’t.” I lied, and he could tell.

“So if I just pulled up my pants and undid those handcuffs, you wouldn’t kneel and beg about how you need me? I see how you look at me.”

Shit. He played into exactly what I meant and he’s still got me caught.

“No, I mean, yes, I dunno!” I cried with urgency.

“Say you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim, please.”

“Exactly. Look how wet you are.”

He pulled down my panties, soaked beyond any chance of denial, or even dignity I could possibly have left. He shakily breathed, lining himself up to my entrance to only grind against the slickness, teasing.

“Jim, please, I’ll be good, please. I’ll stop getting into trouble, just—”

Almost like a heaven-sent miracle, he began slowly pushing himself deeper, one hand the chain of the handcuffs, and the other still tightly in my hair.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, bottoming out in a smooth movement.

He began at a slow pace, just to feel the way he felt as he moved. It wasn’t fast enough to build any pleasure.

“Faster, my god.” The pace was agonisingly slow.

“I bet you like it rough, huh?” His grip on my hair tightened, almost stinging.

“Shut up—”

“The rumours are right, aren’t they?” He grunted.

“No, ‘m a good girl.” I panted, “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Are you? How long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“If I tell you, will you fuck me like you mean it?” I pleaded, “C’mon, fuck me real hard, please — I’m good for it.”

He rolled his eyes and began thrusting, the sound of wet slapping sound quietly echoing through the woods.

“You really are just a slut, look at you.” He laughed, letting go of my hair and reaching around and grabbing my throat, pulling me upright. “Answer my question.”

“So long, Jim, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Why you’re on my nerves all. the. fucking. time?”

“Yeah, ‘m sorry, please.”

“Stop getting into so much fucking trouble.” He cursed, finally letting go of the loose chokehold and grabbing both hips to fuck into me harder, though completely stopping instead.. “All this so I’ll fuck you? Huh?”

“Yes! I’m better than the other dumb whores you fuck, god, shit.”

“Yeah? You want me all to yourself? Say it.”

“I want you, now fucking move!”

He began thrusting again, I went limp and slumped over, he was groaning and only now beginning to lose his composure. I was drooling over the carseat, my eyes were rolling back into my skull, all over some stupid cop with an amazing dick.

“Y’re so nice aren’t you, you’re so good, you’re gonna let me cum right? ‘m your good girl, please, touch my clit, ‘m so close, please, you’ll let me—”

“Look at you, so needy.” He panted, reaching down to toy with my clit. “God, I’m so close, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Please!” I began chanting as I unwound on him, “Oh, fuck, I’m—”

I clenched around him and felt the rush of the orgasm hit me like a wave, he shuddered and kept fucking into me until my orgasm rode out.

“Feels so good, y’so good..” I mumbled tiredly, feeling him pull his still-hard cock out. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m not cumming inside you.” He said, stroking his cock to completion.

“Please. Want your cum, please.” I mumbled into the carseat.

“Fine, I’m gonna..” He groaned in annoyance though it could also pass as pleasure.

“Thank you, sir.”

He kept jerking himself off, “Ugh, Y/n, fuck, I’m—” He grunted as he came on the panties still bunched around my knees.

“Can you.. help me.. get dressed?” I mumbled. He sighed, pulling up my panties and jeans before rolling me over to do up the button and zip. “I can feel your cum, s’warm.”

“Yeah. It is.” He sighed, buttoning up the tshirt and scooting me into the car fully.

He got into the driver’s seat and began turning on the car, talking into his walkie talkie about something or other. “Are you goin’ to take me home?”

“No, Y/n. I have to take you to the station for the pot.”

I groaned tiredly. “Oh, fuck off, Hopper.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things fic

[ryanberga]

watcher shows + opening lines

#watcher #watcheredit #wearewatcher #watcher entertainment #ryan bergara #steven lim #shane madej #mine #i actually... really like how this turned out! #to clarify: the wording varies a bit for a lot of these from episode to episode #so for the most part i stuck with the wording in the most recent episode #also i didnt do ww+ because they dont always have the same opening line #despite the chanting theyve been doing lately lmao #this took me 4 days guys pls give it notes thx<3 #also i plan on adding to this as new shows roll out #but dont hold me to it thats a very tentative promise #oh also #i know ww opening line is shane shouting the date #but bc the date changes every time i didnt do that lol

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

#henry cavill #clark kent x you #clark kent x August Walker #august walker #clark kent #august walker x you #august walker x y/n #clark kent x y/n #august walker x clark kent x y/n #oh for fic sake headcannon

[sleevesareforlosers]

hi jordan! i’ve had a pretty chill week but something im proud of is that i’ve been mostly able to stick to the new workout/dance schedule i’ve made for myself even though im having to hold myself to it which is usually pretty hard for me :) i’ve also gotten a little bit of my creative energy back so im happy about that! some things im excited for this month is going roller skating with my family, picking out a tree, and christmas so i can see everyone open their presents! there’s a couple things im also tentatively excited for (picking out a new car because the bodyshop finally totaled my old one that got smashed to death, MAYBE getting to see the nutcracker and MAYBE getting to test to go back on pointe for the first time since my injury(!!!!!)) but im not sure exactly whether things will go well (the car) or if they’ll even be happening at all (nutcracker & pointe shoes) so. yeah. i have a (VERY pretty, VERY floofy, VERY pink) dress picked out for the nutcracker tho so if that DOES happen i can promise pictures 🥰

anyways!! song rec for caramelizing onions to: teenager in love by neon trees (very fun and poppy)(makes me think of hot pink and yellow)

and here’s pretzel!

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!!! im SO proud of u for sticking to ur schedule and thats awesome that u got a bit more creative energy!!! fuck yes!! <3 <3 also !!! thats such an exciting month lined up and sending the BEST vibes for ur tentative stuff to go/go well!!! PLEASE send pics of that dress even if u dont go it sounds SO cute and you always look SO good in pink!!

also teenager in love is SO fun. VERY youcore. i need to lsiten to more neon trees them and walk the moon are kissing in my mind if that makes sense

thank you for the pretzel!!! here's a bunbun (that me and my roommate are sitting for a friend)

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#ty pi ily #ghostxraven #discussion group

[theskyexists]

the amazing she-ra 5

i am LOVING this first episode. they’re TRULY the underdogs now. people are hiding with magic. they live in tents. they’ve lost their edge. they’re actually leaning into the horrors of war now

Shadowweaver says OOC stupid things but it doesn’t matter because the princesses shut it down satisfactorily. Adora is weighed down by responsibility in a cool way.

Catra is staking out the enemy and weaseling her way in. (yessss)

‘You don’t need to say it! I know. I made that choice. I’m living with the consequences.’ I LOVE THIS ADORA

I LOVE THIS WRITING. Catra and Glimmer are THE greatest pair ever. Glimmer is smart enough to poke right through Catra’s defenses - and NOW they’re in the same situation - Glimmer says so - and immediately the prison wall fades away - and they’re both invited for dinner. THAT DELICIOUS WRITING

i do love how shadowweaver has been this snarky aunt for two seasons now.

Hord Prime shows us Adora in danger and Catra is like; FUCK YOU ADORA’S MINE (TO DESTROY) !!!!

I love Hord Prime’s wonderfully manipulative dinner. And I love glimmer quietly crying and I love Catra being like HRMMMM I DONT LIKE THIS. the subtle animations are so great - the close-ups

the way Catra speaks to Hord Prime - the way she’s really fuckin scared and the way Hord Prime says ‘little sister’. The way they make him seem unbeatable. I LVOE IT.

AND I LOVE THESE VISIONS FOR ADORA

jezus but how few people really live in etheria ?

the propaganda and the tech to boost prime’s image everywhere....ugh it’s delicious. im also happy Entrapta is back and on the good side instead of helping Catra be a bitch to Adora. and im glad the princesses are wary of her.

hahahaah awww Bo came to give adora breakfast and then he panics when she’s lying on the floor. I ALSO LOVE BO AND ADORA TOGETHER BEST

goddamnit Bo YAH! finally somebody who effectively protects someone from the masses. fuck off micah!

Love the princesses acting on their own - love Scorpia mediating, love mermista stepping up, love Entrapta using her .....intelligence

I love how Hord Prime manipulating Glimmer is used to show us more about his empire.

‘i only want to bring peace’ - but also i destroyed all these worlds. how is that...how is that even surface compatible?? like no attempt is made to align those two things.

wait....the heart of etheria will destroy the universe? why??? why is that the assumption. and why...does Hord Prime want that? i....

the comedy of the princesses doing a mission alone is GREAT

IM SO HAPPY THE PRINCESSES GOT TO HIT ENTRAPTA WHERE IT HURTS. now THIS is the right level of comedy versus hurt

the way scorpia rolled to cover frosta in her bulk!

i love how adora is like - HAH sleep is great actually! wow!!

because of the underlying grievances that we EXPERIENCED as audience, this friendship moment actually LANDS

I REINSTATE MY HOORAY!!! (hahahaha god i love scorpia). oh my god Micah saying he trusts glimmer’s friends to save her - fuckin hell - heart squeeze

LOOK AT THAT SHIT. LOOK AT IT!!! Glimmer being angry at Catra - but then recanting and showing vulnerability. Catra showing vulnerability by acquiescing. GOD!!!

‘why did you do it?’ OH GOD ARRGHGHHG THATS SO FUCKING PAINFUL. why does Catra scratch Adora? Because she doesn’t understand - seems to not make the effort to understand!! because she’s never understood that everybody always hurt her - she never fucking saw when it was right in front of her. THat’s even worse in a way than being hurt.

god the fuckin scale. the planet getting bombarded from space....jezus christ.

theres a hallway with light and dark at the end - its implied she goes into the dark - BECAUSE SHE INTENDS TO HIDE FROM WHO FOLLOWS HER

wow she instantly realises he’s hordak. ha!

Catra is being so open with Glimmer. She’s REALLY REALLY! off balance

they have a talking ritual!!!! THEYRE BONDING ABOUT ADORA BEING A DORK!!!!

Catra realises that nothing she was doing on Etheria had any value to her!!!! I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH

I love how Adora gets to be such a badass dork this season!!!! Bo and Adora + Glimmer and Catra are the BEST COMBINATION

godDAMN they made these clones creepy. damn i LOVE Hord Prime!!!

catra/glimmer......tho.....

she pushes her onto the bed and kneels before her, holding her hands. DUDES. MY DUDES!!!! catra is they gayest cat in existence

‘do one good thing in your life!’ - oh OUCH god, you can feel the whole weight of all the hurt and injustice she’s experienced in ‘dont talk to me like you know me!’

HAHAHAHAHAHAH BO losing his mind and Adora being a hilarious himbo is SO GOOD

I LOVE CATRA’S ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING ADORABLE MEMORY AND HALLUCINATIONS

‘im alway going to be your friend’  - ‘i’ll never say sorry to anybody’ GODDD

‘all i do is hurt people, there’s no one left in the entire universe who cares about me’ - a reasonable assumption based on your behaviour except for the fact that Adora has been trying to reach you for 4 FUCKING seasons with hand outstretched

THAT WAS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC I AM IN LOVE !! IN LOVE WITH THEM!!!!

are you fucking SERIOUS - ENTRAPTA MADE AN AB WINDOW IN BO’S SPACE SUIT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

the animation in this goddamn season is CRAZY and INCREDIBLE

I ADORE Catra the self Martyr i ADORE that she’s going to go through the wringer still in Hord Prime’s hands.

THIS SEASON IS WORTH ALL THE REST

are YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME- i HATE THAT SHIT WHY MUST YOU MAR THIS SEASON WITH AN INTERRUPTION OF AN APOLOGY. STOP IT!!! IT’S NOT FUN IT’S NOT SATISFYING IT RUINS THE MOMENT IT WEAKENS THE EMOTION BY DRAGGING IT OUT FUCK!!!!

well i guess that was pretty good with Adora. wish they had made that a little bit longer

i love entrapta. she’s such a perfect element to throw into the mix. and her connections with AI’s are great

that scorpia and swift wind talk is so beautiful. they are also the PERFECT pair. ‘gosh have you ever noticed how many moons we have here? it’s weird.’ HAHAHAHA

they’re visiting a planet that’s been conquered by Prime...

I love how they made Entrapta flirty with her tech ahahahaha

i love how Adora is like: oh??? you’re coming to me??? for emotional advice??? uhhhhhh ok haha nice

I LOVE ADORA

i love swift wind’s drunk history retelling of what’s going on on Etheria - especially his impression of shadowweaver and his batman micah

Bo sure is very bad at forgiveness himself lol

‘well im NOT! running awayy that is. i AM smart’ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! i love you adora

Adora spewing all her bullshit about Catra to total strangers ahahaha

this was SUCH amazing teamwork!!!

AND THAT MOMENT OF SHE-RA BEING BACK!!!!

GLIMMER ACKNOWLEDGING SHE MADE A MISTAKE AND THAT BO DESERVES TO BE MAD AND MAYBE THINGS WON’T BE THE SAME AGAIN BUT SHE WON’T STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT BETTER AND SHE’LL BE THERE IF HE’S EVER READY

FUCKING TEARS BABEY

jezus christ !! that was good!!! i take it back - it was a stupid interruption (they could have just had Bo respond ‘eh’ at an attempt at apology from glimmer....maybe) but they made the final apology INCREDIBLE

‘i can’t just leave her...’ the voice acting in this is sO GOOD

Catra made her whole plan to keep Adora away from Prime based on the assumption that if Glimmer was in Prime’s hands, then Adora would come to rescue her no matter the danger. So she saved Glimmer. But SHE FAILED TO REALISE THAT ADORA WOULD DO THE SAME FOR HER AHAHAHAHAHAHAA

the amazing thing about these highly tech advanced societies is that none of them have invented security cameras

glimmer getting some ptsd flashes

I KNEW that the heart of etheria was built by the First Ones to fight Hordak. Makes Mara’s decision a bit more ---- hMMMM not as great. Because Hordak has killed countless worlds since!

the hive mind lol. jezus Prime is so terrible.

oh my god the very concepts of Prime when behind a fictional buffer are so archtypically delicious. Catra’s glowy green eyes and full bow. hohhohhohho. that uniform also looks great

so Prime could do this to everyone but he chose to surround himself with clones. goddamn.

oh damn that lean-in, those hands on her neck. hmmmhm. gay

she FLINCHES when Prime lays a hand on her shoulder. DAMN. love it

‘you will give me she-ra’ ---- isn’t that what she’s been offering all along? lol

AND THEN HE LEAVES ADORA WITH A BRAINWASHED CONTROLLED PUPPET CATRA WHO ATTACKS HER

OH ITS SO DELICIOUS

brainwashed Catra is really sexy and disturbing hahahahahaha

this fight is so well choreographed. Catra letting herself almost fall, Adora gathering her into her arms, the scratch across the back, the damn knee into the midriff (OUCH), the dangling her in turn.

‘i always hated that guy in particular - and also all the other guys i hit on the way in.’ LOLOLOLOL

THE CHEEK TOUCH - THE TEARS AND SMILE - THE GREEN EYES AND THE BACKHAND AFJLDJFDSJFLKDSJSDFKSDFJ

‘you’re such an idiot!’

‘yeah! i know!’

I LOVE THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS SO TRUE AHAHAHAHAHAHAI LOVE THEM

‘im going to take you home’

‘promise?’

NOELLE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME

Adora watches Catra probably die and fall off into a endless pit. JUMPS IN AFTER HER ONE SECOND LATER

Prime really did miscalculate lol - his ship’s been destroyed by one stab at a server.

CATRA ALMOST DYING AND ADORA TRANSFORMING WITH GLOWY EYES GODDAMN!!!! HOLDING CATRA INTO HER ARMS BRIDAL STYLE. NEW OUTFIT!! WALKING INTO THE SHIP LIKE A BOSS. AND HEALS HER. HEY ADORA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SHE FUCKING

PURRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all the fucking crying is so good

‘I kNOW YOU ALL HATE ME!” ‘I NEVER HATED YOU’ ‘Then you’re dumber than I thought’ HAHAHAHAHA i love how Catra cannot accept Adora’s friendship because she cannot forgive herself. but Adora never fucking gets it because she has the emotional intelligence of a crab!!!! the problem is that Adora is the exact shape of Catra’s heart - which is one big open wound. And if she presses - all she does is cause hurt

Catra is so adorable looking god.....

SPINERELLA AND NETOSSA KISSED!!!!!!!! awwwwwww they’ve been so cute for so long and they only got more and more screentime and Awwwww

Not-Hordak and ‘dehydrated protein slaw’ AhAHAHAHA

how did they find us? UHHH THERES A CHIP IN CATRA’S SPINE????

ADORA TELLING CATRA WHAT’S UP!! YES! Catra in a corner. Catra on her damn KNEES. ADORA BLUSHING AT HOLDING HER HAND

their first impulse is to hold each other at the ship shaking.

CATRA IS BLUSHING LOOKING AT ADORA TRANSFORM

SHE-RA CAN LITERALLY FLY THROUGH SPACE - well. make matter from light, breathe in a vacuum, jumpt from one asteroid to another....

I AM GLIMMER IN THIS: YEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Catra is very lucky that her biggest likely hater is already on her side: glimmer

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SPINERELLAAAA. what a fuckin bait and punch goddamn! making them so cute and then foreshadowing it perfectly and then BAM

CATRA IS CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO MESS WITH ADORA BY LITERALLY JUMPING INTO ADORA’S LAP

fjadslkfasdjflkadjfsja

CATRA IS

PURRING

catra is so effortlessly cool sitting in the window sill

i am actually loving that they have a not-Hordak with them. it humanises those clones a lot

this prince has farsight but they NEVER thought to recruit him BEFORE???

FUCKIN - I LOVE how spinerella and netossa have gotten so much more screentime - relevant to the plot and also revealing their characters. i wish we’d got this from the start!

well now i ship perfuma and scorpia lolololol

HAHAHAHAHA i LOVE this Seahawk and Mermista hiding behind a bar because of ex victims skjsfajfklds

Prince Peekabloo has an AMAZING design, but also he must be a fake. IT MUST BE DOUBLE TROUBLE. double trouble has TASTE

MERMISTA LOOKS SO COOL IN THAT OUTFIT - but also especially chipped and in shadows. they do love chipping people’s love interests

SCORPIA SACRIFICING HERSELF TO SAVE PERFUMA. jezus christ so much love interest drama suddenly wow

‘happy anniversary’ that is HEARTBREAKING

what a great ending to a very silly episode. that’s the balance. a last message from the last soldier standing...

‘WHY DOES SPACE HATE ME SO MUCH!?!?!’ hahahahaah

Catra’s fingers shake......

‘take it from somebody who’s defeated you guys, like, a lot’ AAHAHAHA

FINALLY CATRA IS ON THEIR SIDE TO BE THE SMARTS IN TEH ROOM

ADORA LOOKS SO BADASS IN THAT SPACESHIP CHAIR

chipping everyboddy so they’re like zombies was a great story idea.

catra upset at her signs of upset. CUTE

why the FUCK is Adora’s hair out of her spacesuit ahahahahahahaha. IM SO GLAD THAT BO AGREES WITH ME ON THE ADORABLENESS OF CATRAS HELMET HAHAHAHAHAA

catra is happy to see adora laugh again.... : ‘)

CATRA JUST CLAWED THROUGH FIVE CENTIMETERS OF STEEL????!?!?!?!

ADORA IS BLUSHING AAHAHAHAHAHAAAA

I LOVE how Catra is like, WHAT THE FUCK at having lost to these people

Entrapta trying to deal with Wrong-Hordak in existential crisis is a hilarious premise

THE ANGRIER YOU GET THE CUTER YOU ARE!!! I LOVE BO

oh wow! a first ones colony! very cool! this whole planet works against intruders and plays tricks on them. i do like how first ones are definitely like, still imperial shitlords like subtly. i love how Wrong-Hordak has a realisation arc in the background.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS CREEPY

CATRA DISARMED THIS CAT CREATURE WITH HER CUTE SNEEZE AHAHAHAHA

CATRA IS PETTING A CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHAHAHAHA EVERY SINGLE THING WE COULD HAVE EVER WANTED IS COMING TRUE

catra is working on not lashing out :’) <= literally adora and also me

Melog is so ADORABLE and imprinted on Catra and LOVES ADORA and AGHGHGHG

I love how Adora can make her eyes glow on command

Castaspella was blushing at Shadowweaver being so close lolololol. wow this is the first time Castaspella has been interesting. ‘and stop me, if i take the power for myself’ i love aunty shadowweaver.

AAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAH WHAT HAHAAHHAAAAHA Catra notices she’s holding Adora’s hand and goes ARGGH and doesn’t just take her hand back but throws it away ahhaahaha. Adora doesn’t even respond. that was so hilarious for some reason.

GLIMMER KISSING CATRA’S CHEEK HELLO??? HELLO?????????

‘is what i would have said before i joined you. go team’ hahahaa

‘you’re wearing hooded cloaks. that’s highly suspicious’ AHAHAHAHAHA fucking meta

I LOVE HOW ADORA IS THE ‘oh god my fuckin friends blowing our cover great’ person here

MELOG IS ALREADY STEALING MUSHROOMS FOR CATRA TO EAT AHAHAHAHA I LOVE THEM

Spinerella and Netossa are so BADASS and i love their fight. it’s so deliciously painful and cool hehehehehe

so the only person im fighting here is!.....my own wife...

I LOVE THEM

spinerella is so op lololol - why did she barely do anything for them when they were still fighting hordak

wrong hordak is so fucking cute ahahahahaha

goddamn that reunion was touching and funny at the same time. and i can actually believe that Prime is having trouble with this slippery team of magic users

I love Netossa’s analysis of the princesses weaknesses. Adora: can’t act to save her life. also extreme hair envy with she-ra

BUT GLIMMER: crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris AHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA

OH MY GOD SHE SPRITZED CATRA WITH WATER JFDKLDFWDSFKSDFKJLDSJFJDSFKDSLKFSDLFJLKFLKDJFLKS AHAAHAHAAHA

PERFUMA DON”T BE A BITCH TO CATRA. (even though yeah Catra did treat Scorpia bad) she’s right you need to fuckin go for the neck (this episode is gonna show us that you need to damage the chip AND get through to scorpia and it’s going to take catra and perfuma ofc)

awwwww glimmer and bo.... bo is really worried about his dad :’( . this is the first time ive found myself shipping bo and glimmer.....the way he sighs into her arms, turns his face into her neck. Yes....

AWWW CATRA AND ADORA CHALLENGING EACH OTHER AGAIN AWWWW

BO’S DADS LEFT HIM A CLUE IN A FUCKING DAD JOKE ahahaahahahahaah

perfuma is really getting on my nerves here. ‘we dont throw tanks at our friends’ uhhhh shes trying to kill you. just let perfuma get electrocuted adora

AH THEY FINALLY GIVE AN ORIGIN STORY FOR ‘GRAYSKULL’! ha! i do love how they keep elaborating on the First Ones as tyrants as well

hmm perfuma was right i guess. i didnt really like that development. urgh god perfuma is so grating lol..

i wonder how shadowweaver and catra are gonna....deal with each other....

hah. shadowweaver tries to weasel in with Adora again. but Adora won’t stand for it again....

Melog literally acts out Catra’s emotions and jumps adora playfully. hehehehe

shadowweaver is such a fucking bitch. i wonder if we’ll ever get her to admit guilt or apologise

no adora. you have to fucking defend catra to shadowweaver. THAT is what you have to do now that you can!

SHE JUST JUMPED INTO FIRE FOR ADORA

shadowweaver preying on Adora and Catra again goddddd. let this be an episode in which they finally shuck her off. Adora fucking THINK, the only reason you could transform in the first place was BECAUSE of Catra.

YEAHHHHH CATRA!!!!!!!! GETTING ALL THE INFO BEFORE ADORA GETS MANIPULATED INTO SOMETHING SHE DIDN’T CHOOSE. naturally she still chooses to do it.

Melog lies half on top of Adora while Catra watches her.... god fuckin hell Melog being an extension of Catra’s feelings is so fucking AMAZING

holy FUCK that confrontation. (i love how every confrontation between adora and catra starts in roughhousing - their language is extremely physical). this is the softer version of catra’s and adora’s dynamic. Catra loves Adora and she wants Adora to choose HER, LIFE WITH HER. ‘what do you want?’ (WHAT ABOUT ME??) But Adora always chooses some higher hero purpose over her. and she doesn’t want to watch Adora die....

‘i dont have to watch it happen...’

god fuckin hell this season.

shadowweaver BELIEVES that she did the right things - of course. and that’s fascinating. and I love that Adora finally totally truly was like: YOU RUIN PEOPLE AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU. fuck yeah!

so when was the moment that Adora couldn’t become she-ra anymore? think it’s when she lost track of Catra....

I love Melog - I love how Catra cannot hide from her feelings anymore - at all.

the way glimmer asks adora ‘are you scared?’ ugh MY HEART

i love martyrs. i fucking LOVE martyrs.

oh my god hallucination Catra touching foreheads with Adora.....

EVERYTIME Glimmer just straight up shows Catra affection? that’s some good shit. i thought we were gonna have Glimmer going after Catra for her mother’s death at one point but no....not at all. and i dont mind it

GLIMMER SAID I LOVE YOU TWICE TO BO AND THEN BO SAID IT BACK AND KISSED HER DSFKSDLBJDS FOREHEAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE MARA!!!

the fights this season have been SO! GOOD!

i love how they’ve set up that Glimmer is a fucking POWERHOUSE. she can turn the tide of battle in a blink!

naturally they pit Micah against Glimmer. jfc this poor family....

there is something important about Prime not remembering Mara....

SHE BEAT MICAH SHE BEAT HIM!!!! WALKING RIGHT THROUGH HIS STORM OF DARK MAGIC.

SCORPIA CRADLED BO LIKE A BABY

SHADOWWEAVER SAVING CATRA? FOR ONCE???? FOR ONCE CHOOSING CATRA OVER POWER????? FUCK THAT’S CATHARTIC EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY TO GET ADORA TO THE HEART

catra has such a soft heart really. she still, after everything, loves shadowweaver. god....

SHE SAID SHE WAS PROUD OF CATRA. SHE --- SHE - SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF. GOD THE VOICEACTING FOR CATRA WHEN SHE - ADORA FALLING TO HER KNEES. THEIR PSEUDO MOTHER... AGHLDJDWFJJDSLF

FUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk

EVERY SINGLE LINE IS SO GOOD, so well-acted. the ‘im ready’ the way she says ‘catra’ like she can’t take anything anymore

i couldn’t write anything for the whole rest of that i was just covering my mouth with my hands

The fuckiN KISS! the look of PURE LOVE on ADoRA”S FACE

which in the back of my head - they cannot actually cut that in any way - it’s impossible to cut

adora with those blue eyes in the blaze, the magic is beautiful adora excising prime from hordak’s mind (WOW), adora and catra touching foreheads and the slight PURR you can hear, adult bo and glimmer (lookin so nice), adult catra (LOOKING SO HANDSOME in her prom-y outfit,) Glimmer chasing Catra, just, GOD, THE UTENA FUCKING REFERENCE, the way they say they love each other, my GOD, Scorpia being like woah perfuma you look nice, MY GOD MY GOD MY GOD THEM GOING TO SPREAD MAGIC TO THE UNIVERSE GOD!!!!!!

every single thing in this season was worth 4 seasons of enjoyable, entertaining, interesting, frustrating and meh. WOAH! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#she ra #i have been BLOWN! AWAY!!! EVERYTHING WAS WORTH IT #my stuff #vidi #THiS WAS AN EXPERIENCE #OF EPIC PROPORTIONS

[shhbean]

fuck it! some thoughts on al’s years in xing. if you guys have thoughts or criticisms let me know! i just wanna ramble lmao.

also don’t reblog lmao bc theres a lot of errors in here and its all sporadic and frankly embarrassing

okay so first things first i think in the two year gap between the promised day and the post canon adventures the brothers keep up a correspondence with ling and mei through letters (bc theyre planning this big adventure and its wild that they would show up unannounced even tho i know thats theyre style but als like. mmm dont want lan fan to execute me on sight)

side note! i think of xing as a relatively isolationist country, but with a phone and railway system that operates within itself, not on the outside (its a big country! people need to communicate!) ling is not against isolationism per say, only because drachma and amestris are still very much Major War Torn disasters, however ling puts a big emphasis on assisting refugees and families displaced by war. he also holds relatively frequent council with their bordering countries* *more on this later. but i dont see xing moving away from isolationism until ling is MUCH older. and even then most of their opening up mostly revolves around trade and world aid. 

ed sort of bangs his adventure out west in like a year and a half, because hes kinda. rarin to get back to rush valley and marry winry. al spends about three and a half years in xing bc he has to learn the language AND a brand new form of alchemic science. (with visits back to amestris for. weddings, occasional holidays and meeting his nephew and niece)

when al gets to xing the first thing he notices are 1) the food is incredible (though some of it is spicer than hed realize and amestrian food is blander than he thought)  2) the art and architecture is amazing and beautiful 3) he’s never worn silk before and he privately amends to never make that mistake again 4) ling has two modes Emperor mode and Ling mode (al has been on the receiving end of both 5) lan fan seems much happier 6) mei got taller

side note yes ed and winry have the emperor of xing and his sister, the princess and imperial alkahestrist at their wedding. no no one knows how the fuck to deal with it jfhgkjfdhjk

ling, in order to establish security for clans with less power appoints one family member from each clan to his court. hence why mei becomes imperial alkahestrist at 16. this ruffles a lot of feathers, and lings happy for it. 

in general one of lings biggest projects in his time as emperor is helping the poor and disenfranchised of xing. he has the aristocracy pretty much on its knees all the time. 

al spent so much time in the two years preparing for his trip studying up on xingese culture, tradition, and especially xingese aristocracy because he didnt want to offend an entire culture (he leaves that to ed) only for mei and ling to horrify the entire court by yanking al into a very tight HUG 

ling continues to horrify the court by asking al for advice and counsel in front of everyone lmao

lan fan has other family members! not just fu! she has a whole mom and two younger sisters. lan fan remains ling’s personal gaurd until she turns 20, and then she appointed captain of the guard. she really loves her job and honestly being home has made her 1000% more outgoing and confident (not when shes guarding tho obviously) 

lan fan’s family has their own suite in the palace, for being the yao’s families faithful servants. however once lan fan becomes captain of the guard she insists on sleeping in the barracks (this annoys ling greatly. though he doesn’t say anything)

mei is an INTENSE teacher. not so much izumi level bet she has al wake up at 6 am every day and run arrays for her until shes decided shes satisfied. al does not mind this, he likes watching the sun rise 

al takes awhile to learn xingese. and once he’s finally mastered it he’s better at speaking it than writing it (his script is basically chicken scratch) this sort of impedes his alkahestry lessons too because of a lot of the tomes and books on it are in xingese. a lot of al’s lessons are spent doing translations

jerso and zampano, somehow, pick up xingese stupid fast. al is furious lmao. 

winry and ed and their children (lil 1yr boy sig and actual baby baby girl nina) come out to visit at behest of ling. xing had no established automail program, just a few engineers here and there, so winry worked with him to train a few automail engineers. this becomes one of the only forms of trade that xing has with neighboring countries. an automail material trade agreement was presented by general mustang and signed off by emperor ling and furher grumman. (an eventually, would become a regular commodity of amestris under roy’s rule as furher) 

once his three years of research and study are up al (now 21, keeping track of ages for my benefit, bc this timeline largely exists in my head) heads back to amestris to write his paper and swap notes with ed, and eventually publish a book together. ed somehow earned a fucking PHD in three years while al was away. al is once again, is furious and super proud. (he privately amends to earn his in 2) he convinces mei (now 19) to tag along to help continue her own research on the link between alkahestry and alchemy. ling lets them go and starts a research initiative that funds their travels all over the world. 

mei and al visit scar alot on their travels, and while theyre in ishval they help out the community (doing wonderfully but still needs a hand every once in a while) wherever they can. mei’s always so excited to see scar. lots of hugs and catching up. scar always fixes al a hairy eye when he arrives with mei (note they are very much JUST friends at this point. scar does not care....probably having flashbacks from how quickly ed and winry got together fvjdghjkf) 

they also have tea with the newly promoted brigadier general and his captain every visit. who...share a tent. al and mei make sure not to comment. this does not stop jerso and zampano from commenting. (roy and riza are doing well though, and very much concede their authority to scar and miles on every deciding fact. reparations suits them) 

mei’s 22nd birthday is spent in ressembole where ed and winry and their babies have relocated. pinako (still holdin on strong) watches her great grand babies. ed and winry have alcohol for the first time in 5 years. chaos ensues. al and mei watch he stars and al starts to realize maybe. he might. have a crush. oh well. not going to address that. too much work to do. 

on al’s 27th birthday he has a mild crisis about how old he’s getting. ed, 28 a whole professor, with a third goddamn kid on the way, laughs at his pain. mei (24 now. jesus. im writing this why am i getting whiplash) receives a letter from miles telling her scar, much to humble to admit it, has been made lead representative speaker for ishval. he hints that al should be on the lookout for a letter coming his way. and sure enough, a letter asking if al would like to be the amestrian ambassador to xing arrives at their doorstep. 

and then its back to xing again to get ling to sign off on the order (of course he does) and to get his approval on al and mei’s courtship (re: not engagement. theyre very slow lmao). (that one requires a longer conversation wherein lan fan threatens al with a knife) 

#why did this get so long lmfao.

[mieczyhale]

throwing together some of my recent/ish hc posts/tags for @hellomyguru bc its a thing, babey (i have no idea what you’ve seen and what you havent bc tumblr really just suck like that so lmao)

my tags on this post::  #HELL YEAH HELL YEAH #more pride hcs!!! noice!!#i love these sfm#like klaus always taking part no matter how bad shit is bc HIS PEOPLE!!! and ben trying to punch picketers and homophobes is fucking adorbs#and i would kill (whoop) for the day klaus makes ben corporeal during pride and ben can punch all the people and then disappear#vanya’s is cute. come to the light darling!!#and diego fksgjf okay listen whether one hcs him as bi or not this is 1000% something he’d do either way#he’s supportive!!! and he has lgbtqa+ family!!! and nobody gets to be mean to his family but him!!#see also:: the first year after the apocalypse is avoided five decides to tag along when klaus saying he’s taking dave to#his very first pride. he not only enjoys himself but he learns a lot and either then or over the course of the following weeks figures his#own labels out - bc i hc five as asexual and i just have a thing for klaus being the all knowledgeable one about something for once#and his siblings learning about gender and sexuality from him and maybe discovering something new about themselves along the way!#except luther. he’s a cis hetero and we all know it#but maybe he learns to be a good ally. maybe#i mean probably not but whatever#allison is the only other person in the family who i’d even consider calling straight#bc there’s nothing wrong with being straight and i just.. dont have another label that i think fits her really well#so yeah ive got gender and sexuality hcs for them all flgkscndn happy pride month bitches

my tags on this post:: #’you’re telling me this happens every year?? for a whole month??!’ #actually i need every possible concept of dave experiencing pride month and seeing how far things have come for gays#like rainbow shit everywhere#and of course the legalization of gay marriage#out and proud gay politicians and gay people in positions of power#the amount of support that comes when homophobic shit happens now#homophobia isnt the accepted norm anymore#another thing i like is the concept of - either during pride or just in general - dave being excited to learn about the community as a whole#his boyfriend is a nonbinary pansexual and klaus has explained before what those words mean but dave wants to really understand#we stan a supportive and loving couple#dave has a lot to learn in 2019 but i think this stuff would be the most important and have the most effect on him yknow??#shit isnt perfect but its better and now he can work on getting passed the environment he was raised in#so he can hold klaus’s hand in public and kiss him around other people without panicking and eventually he proposes because HE FUCKING CAN#HE CAN DO THAT. HE CAN JUST.. ASK HIS BOYFRIEND TO MARRY HIM. LEGALLY.#good fucking shit

my tags on this post:: #did you see the state of the sky in the apocalypse?? there’s a chance he really wouldnt have noticed#i mean like yeah it could be a funny plothole#but there could also be reasons for why thats not something he noticed#or idfk man timeline shit#maybe the moon didnt explode the first time around#maybe it did and there’s just another moon somehow some way#maybe he didnt notice bc he was first too scared and then too frenzied and angry probably and then he had shit to focus on and math to do#and then dolores wanted to go on dates to the local wine cellars and flat empty areas that used to be parks and then there was spending days#in the library together like having a girlfriend is a lot of work okay#maybe five just didnt have the time to slowdown and consider things like space#maybe his headspace was too fucked#sometimes you just forget about the moon - i know i do!#so sfgksncjf okay y e ah

my tags on this post:: #YES!!! #yes yes yes #okay #so#everytime someone mentions or even hints at dave having anger issues i wanna fucking cheer bc thats one of my biggest hcs for him#like yeah he’s sweet and gentle and respectful and all that - genuinely a good man - our lil jewish gay#BUT#he did grow up in the 50s and 60s which as op said would have surrounded him with a lot of toxic masculinity. now i dont think he would be#a toxic kind of masculine AT ALL but it definitely would have forced him to hide his emotions and feelings and idk hobbies and of course his#sexuality. and i say hobbies bc there isnt a canon answer for it i dont think but i personally hc dave as being someone who loves art#specifically: drawing. dave keeping a lil sketchbook and some pencils under the pillow on his cot in vietnam?? yes please#so anyway yeah - he wouldnt have really had any good examples of how to properly take care of your anger - although he has enough#heart and common sense to know its really fucking wrong to take it out on women and children and people one is dating WHICH - another hc i#have that ties into this is that somehow his dad found out that he’s gay and beat the crap out of him over it. because unfortunately thats a#thing that happens. so his main male example was an abusive pos. and then he goes to vietnam which is fine because its not like he has#anyone stateside that will miss him - that will talk to him anymore - and its a warzone so there are a lot of ways to work out your anger#and yeah that of course includes bar fights. and he does - usually - try and keep a hold on his anger until he’s away from anyone who might#feel threatened - and he doesnt wanna end up taking out an innocent on accident - but he’s not actually perfect and so sometimes he fails#and it happens around klaus one time and seeing his love’s reaction - the making himself smaller - trying to hide - going quiet and so#clearly afraid - and not just afraid but afraid OF HIM - freezes him to the core where he stands because nobody has ever reacted like that#before. or if they have he never noticed or cared because they didnt matter. but this is klaus. his klaus. who he loves and would never do#anything to hurt him. his klaus who he protects and defends and knows he wants to spend his life with - no matter how impossible it is#he wants to go to klaus and apologize - try to undo the damage done simply by him raising his voice and lashing out - but he doesnt know#what to say or how to say it - he doesnt know what to do with the situation honestly. so he leaves the tent and goes to take his renewed#anger and frustration out on whatever he can find so he can calm down and hopefully get into the right headspace to have whats#no doubt going to be a really hard conversation with his boyfriend. because where do you even start??#but of course they talk it out and dave promises to work on his anger and on how he lets it out and yknow.. its dave so klaus trusts him and#it takes some time - there are some incidents - but dave works hard and learns a lot from klaus - including how to unlearn a lot of shit he#grew up with - and its rough but having a partner from the future who breaks all kinds of barriers definitely helps#so y eah. those are my brief feelings on it and i wanna marry op 

my tags on this post::   #!!!!!!!!!!!! #YES #i adore this post#i could never pinpoint why the introduction on the bus made me feel like That but this is it!!#its just so sweet and innocent - even surrounded by other soldiers in the middle of a warring country#the innocence and unbearable fucking adorableness of their first convo on that bus just… its so bright and lovely it makes everything else disappear#the only thing that matters is the two guys getting to experience that ‘o h’ moment for the first time in their lives bc their childhoods#never let them have that #i assume#bc like op said klaus didnt go to a regular school and he wasnt p much stuck in that house and then he was on the streets so#and for dave like.. i guess he could’ve had that moment in school? but it would’ve been one-sided and he never would have#told anyone. 1960s. gay jewish man. yeah.#they’re each others first (and only) loves and i just really fucking adore that and live off of posts about them 

my tags on this post:: #what if he wasnt dead-dead though???#bc like… the day five found them all dead was apparently the day the apocalypse happened right? so its not like they’d been dead for days#weeks or w.e yknow??#and the time between klaus dying and coming back is varying and undetermined - there’s no canon timing for the length of his deaths#so what if he came back to life??#like okay i know its not really possible in canon bc five buried them i think?? or is that a fanon thing??#i cant remembering #anyway#but still - in general klaus not being permanently dead in the apocalypse is another possibility#and five didnt know about it bc after finding them all he began his 45 year journey#and klaus wakes up alone and essentially has to learn to survive and he doesnt know five was ever there bc..well.. yeah#five is long gone#maybe klaus lives out his days in that wasteland#and he doesnt remember it where five does bc five time traveled back and klaus didnt. the klaus that got stuck in the#apocalypse is a different klaus - like a different timeline. the klaus from ep1 never got stuck in the destroyed future so#he’d have no knowledge or memories of it or anything#or - second thought - he kills himself at some point after waking up and either begs god to let him stay dead or he strikes some kind of#deal with her so he doesnt have to return to whats left of earth#oooo or something happened that put a lock on his powers?? like yknow those cuffs and devices and stuff in stuff in fantasy that freeze the#users abilities?? that’d be an interesting plotpoint bc then like who did it and why and what was the last day really like? yknow#vanya’s meds but More is the idea #just a thought#but anyway idk im just a big fan of klaus with the inability to die and all the possibilities that brings 

my tags on this post::   #i’ve actually never stopped to consider why he didnt notice them except for my v first tua watch-thru#which is odd bc like that seems like a thing one should notice after a few watches??#but w.e #anyway#my only other hc for that part of the episode isnt that klaus didnt notice them bc he’s used to guns#it’s that he didn’t hear them#or that they weren’t loud enough -to him- to register as gunfire initially#bc like one of my close hcs is that he has bad hearing. growing up with people screaming in your ears 24-7 365 can’t exactly be good for#his ears now can it? and with how loud some of them are and how close they can get to him - without touching him - that’s just.. a lot of#fucking volume okay#now add in the academy’s mission alert siren#how loud he listens to his music with headphones on when he’s trying to drown out some REALLY LOUD SCREAMING#and then being near gunfire growing up. those bank robbers had guns and weren’t exactly a big distance away#all the raves and clubs and parties he goes to?? places where music is played so loud the room shakes and you cant hear anything else and#the music itself can be heard from blocks away?? that’s an indeterminable amount of intense noise#and then of course the gunfire of vietnam#so like… boys ears have SUFFERED. whether they wanna acknowledge that in canon or not#so the shooting at the theater - the shooting thats IN the theater - which is large and meant to house sound#thats happening across a big city street from where they’re standing and they’re behind the food truck and if klaus was ordering when it all#started that was just another level of sound and he’s not exactly focused bc everything is awful yknow?? so either it takes him a second to#notice or register it on his own or maybe he doesnt and ben says something?? idk but that’s kinda the field i’ve landed on for that scene#not that im not here for op’s hc!!! bc it really is a good one and it makes sense. im just rambling my own theory here bc i like considering#the Ways for Things sometimes. esp with klaus involved. this does make me wonder tho… if his hearing somehow is -fine- in canon…. h o w?#bc like bitch who tf can take all that and have perfect hearing?? thats gotta be impossible. if they are fine is it related to his powers#somehow?? like.. does his casual passing between life and death all the time mean he doesnt have mortal ear weaknesses? its weird but im..#i’ve got theories. 

my tags on this post:: #probably in the massive fucking pockets of his fluffy coat#see also:: a dealer’s place #a boyfriend’s place#an ex-boyfriend who is also a dealer’s place#a girlfriend’s place #a partner’s place#all ex’s of course bc dave is the only valid romantic relationship#he made friends with the person who owns a nearby thrift store and they help him out#he has a locker at a public place like the ymca#he only has one outfit before returning to the mansion so he has nothing to carry - ever on the move#he thiefs off of people in rehab and crackhouses he stayed in that are dumb enough to leave their shit unattended#when he sees something he likes or he feels its time for an outfit change#he mostly sticks with his lace up pants as far as bottom pieces go bc its much harder to sneak away with skirts#and the kind of crazy pants he likes. there’s only room for one pair of pants for this pan disaster#after returning to the mansion he has access to the funky gay clothes he had managed to aquire before leaving all those years ago#bc like… i kinda hc that he got out of there fast and probably higher than fuck and had nothing packed#have you ever tried to pack while high?? it’s harder than it has any right to be#crack theory:: he had a bag - we just never saw it bc in the beginning he wore it under his floofy coat bc safety and he didnt need it the#rest of the time.#i have a lot of thoughts and headcanony opinions about klaus’s time on the streets so thank u#for giving me a place to dump some of them   

#a collection of my dumbass tag rambles about the umbrella academy #for the ever lovely #hellomyguru #im definitely gonna be thinking of more pride hcs tho bc... Gay. #oooo i should make a post about my gender/sexuality hcs for all the siblings maybe?? ive seen other people do that and like.. i wanna share #but i also dont want to be eaten by people who disagree so... mayhaps not. #idk. #anyway. i knew i typed a lot in tags but uh... i wasnt aware of how bad it was. whoops? #mytuaposts

[hookedonapirate]

The Way She Makes Him Feel It

Summary: She wants to break up every night, then tries to fuck him back to life.

A/N: I really have no excuse for this, it’s just something that came from listening to the song Break Up Every Night by the Chainsmokers. I rated this mature but the smut is referenced and not detailed at all, this is mostly an angsty little thing I wanted to write.

Happy New Years everyone! 

Rated: M

Word Count: 1830

AO3 I FF.N

She wants to break up every night, then tries to fuck him back to life.

And she succeeds every time.

To think, his life used to be so simple… before she came in like a whirlwind and turned his world upside down.

They’d met at a bar, sparks flew between them immediately and what had started as a one night stand had quickly spiraled into something more. Or so it did.

Now she flees every chance she gets.

Maybe it’s his fault for putting too much pressure on her to start a relationship when he knows she’s had a rocky history in the dating department. She’s had a boyfriend who’d cheated and one who died, another who did both. So she’s too scared to risk giving away her heart again and wanted to keep things between them casual. He can’t help the way his heart has grown fond of her though. She’s so fierce and full of life, she's a firecracker in bed and so insatiable. Being with her is like going to France one time and becoming Parisian.

He can’t seem to stay away.

Nor can he resist her when she comes knocking on his door wanting to get back together again. Even though his older brother is constantly insisting against it, telling him not to fall for her games or her prowess.

Each time she breaks up with him, they go through the same ole song and dance.

“I need some time to think, I need some space,” is what she tells him as she’s leaving.

She changes her mind every night like the seasons, not knowing exactly what she wants. Meanwhile, he's at home, drowning in misery and loneliness from the emptiness she’s left in her wake. He checks his phone every second to see if she’s called or texted, then checks his pulse to make sure his heart's still beating because he feels lifeless without her, like he’s drowning.

So when she shows up on his doormat the very next day and says she wants him now, he sees the sorrow and apology in her eyes and can’t help but take her back. When she lunges forward, crushing his mouth with hers, pushing him back inside the apartment and slamming the door shut, he can’t help but let her use him to her heart's desire. When she presses him against it, kissing him breathlessly until he’s deprived of all oxygen, he can’t help but come to life again. And when she unbuttons his shirt, runs her fingers through his chest hair and pushes him on any available surface close by and rides him good and hard, until their bodies are crumbling and shaking and sweating and breathless, and after she’s made him come, milking him for everything he’s worth, he can’t help but like the way she makes him feel it.

In the morning they’re satisfied and sated and that’s when they start getting close again. They build the bridge up again, and that’s when she gets scared and takes off, burning the bridge down once more as she goes. And that’s when his heart stops again.

She wants to break up every night, then tries to fuck him back to life.

It’s the same rollercoaster ride over and over again. It’s like being at an amusement park and buying a ticket for one good ride, only the ride keeps stopping before it gets to the really good part and he has to keep starting from the beginning.

That’s what their relationship is like.

But he kind of loves it.

He loves the power she has over him. He loves it because he knows she feels as he does. And he can’t wait until she finally decides to realize it. She can’t stay away from him just like he can’t stay away from her. So she keeps coming back before she can feel the pain rising in her chest. She comes back hoping for a different result, hoping she won’t feel as strongly for him. But it’s always the same.

She gives him the runaround and leaves him wondering who he’s with now. She’s got seven personalities and everyone of them’s a tragedy.

But the thing is he loves each and every one of them.

So when she breaks up with him for the millionth time and doesn’t show up at his door the next day, his whole body aches. He remains hopeful, but when she doesn’t show up the next day or the one after that, he feels numb. He wants to give her the space she needs, but he also can’t live without her.

So he waits.

Still, she doesn’t come.

A week goes by and he hasn’t heard a word from her, so he goes to her place, but she’s not there. He tries calling her and texting her everyday, but there’s no reply.

It’s not until three months pass when there’s a knock on his door at seven in the morning. And he knows it’s her. He recognizes her knock because it’s soft and tentative, like a child’s knock.  

He doesn’t hesitate to stride across the room in his plaid pajama pants, his hair wrecked as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. He takes a deep, shaky breath and with unsteady fingers, he turns the knob and pulls the door open.

Normally a smile would take over his lips upon seeing her breathtaking beauty—she may even look more beautiful than she did when he’d first met her—but when there are a million tears streaming down her face, his heart constricts in pain.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbles through her sobs, and he can hear his brother’s voice in his ear telling him not to let her take him down again like every other time, but Killian’s unable to shut his feelings off for her. Even after three months and the numbness that had taken over him, everything he feels for her comes rushing back to the surface.

“Emma…” he starts to say, but she shakes her head to stop him.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but…” she chokes out another cry, “I had to feel pain again.”

Cocking a brow, he’s not sure what she means. ”What pain?”

“The pain that I felt every time I wasn’t with you. I’ve been numb for so long, I had to learn to feel again.”

Her words tear him apart. He swallows the lump in his throat, needing to know exactly why she’d needed to feel pain again. “And do you?”

Emma manages a strangled laugh, tears still falling down her cheeks. “Yes, I kept running away because I was afraid where things between us were going, and I would always come back because my heart would hurt…” the words stutter in her throat and she pauses and takes a breath, a soft smile forming on her lips. “My heart hurts when I’m not with you.”

“So you left to feel pain?” he asks in confusion, but it’s very early in the morning, so his brain is still foggy with sleep.

Emma nods. “Yes, I needed to feel the pain again so I could find out the truth, and so I could stand here and tell you to your face…”

“Tell me what?”

“That I… I love you, Killian Jones, and I don’t ever want to leave again.”

A big grin stretches across his lips, heart soaring to life again. “I love you too.” He steps forward, but to his dismay she puts a hand on his chest to stop him, her facial features growing more serious again.

“Wait, there’s something you should know before you decide to take me back.”

“You’ve never left, love,” he confesses, his words completely shattered as he raises hand to her cheek, his thumb wiping away her tears. “At least not from my heart.”

Another smile spreads across her lips as she sees the truth in his eyes. “But I have to tell you the reason why I had to make sure my feelings for you were real. I have to tell you why I didn’t come back the next night.”

“Why’s that?” Not that it matters, he’s in this for the long haul, whatever her reasons are.

Emma doesn’t speak right away, her emerald greens shining with the evidence of her love for him. She reaches her hand out, taking his and pulling their joined hands towards her abdomen. Lifting her sweater, she places his hand on her belly.

Killian‘s breath catches when he feels the roundness at his touch, his eyes glowing with wonderment.

“I’m pregnant, Killian. Sixteen weeks. And when I found out, I was more afraid than I’ve ever been in my life. I even,” her words crack as she continues, “I even considered giving the baby up, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t let go of something—someone—we created together. So I needed to make sure my feelings for you were real. I needed to know I couldn’t live without you, pregnant or not.”

Killian has no words at first. His eyes widen and he looks down trying to process everything, his hand tightening around the life growing inside her. After those three months, he’d thought he’d lost her. He’d thought she hadn't wanted him anymore. Turns out he couldn't have been further from the truth. He should have never given up on her for one bloody second. “I’m going to be a father?” he finally musters, his words completely shattered.

“Yes, you are, if you want to be that is,” she says swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry it took me being pregnant to realize that I love you, and I can understand if you want me to leave and never come back.”

His eyes darken at the thought, but he quickly banishes it from his mind as he kneels down and plants a warm, loving kiss on her protruding belly. Still holding her hand, he caresses her delicate stomach with his other fingers, appreciating the feel of her skin finally on his lips and underneath his fingertips again and the way her scent permeates his senses. He’s so relieved to have her back and carrying his child, words can’t even express how he feels. So he rises and takes her into his arms, kissing her deep and fierce, expressing everything he feels for her in a breathless, heady kiss. And when they come up for air again, his heart thumping wildly, he touches her forehead with his to keep the world from spinning around him, a soft whisper pouring from his lips. “I never want you to leave again.”

She sighs in relief, a big smile blooming across her lips “Good.”

It’s not until she’d arrived on his doormat that morning, bearing his unborn child and promising to never to leave again when she brings him back to life again. Only this time it’s permanent. This time, the bridge they build that day never gets burned down ever again.

#cs ff #captain swan #cs angst #break up every night #by the chainsmokers #hannah writes

[xjefferxx]

First Date

Who: Jeff Sterling & @joiesomer​

When: Fri 7/5- Sat 7/6

Where: Jeff’s room

What; Its just a cute date (tw: anixety)

It was all set up and ready, Jeff was so proud of himself. He had set up the fort, asking his roommates to find somewhere else to be for the night and both were cool with being gone until morning. Probably going to some party, but Jeff didn't care. He was more excited, buzzing even about his evening to come with Somer. The house was pretty empty for the night, which was good when he heard the doorbell and came down the stairs. Opening the door, Jeff stood in his jeans, tee and glasses, smiling to Somer. "Come on upstairs. We have the room to ourselves, but first, close your eyes."

Since Jeff wouldn't tell him much about the date except when and where to meet him, Somer had actually dressed up just a tiny bit. Well, he'd put on a buttoned shirt, anyway, and rolled the cuffs up neatly, and worn slacks instead of jeans. He felt really overdressed when Jeff opened the door for him. "Oh, um, okay?" Just to show how obedient he was being, he put his hand over his eyes.

Jeff looked Somer over, feeling bad that he was so over dressed but it wouldn't matter soon.  He was glad to see that Somer covered his eyes. His hand went to the boy's free hand and brought him to the stairs. "Okay now step up." Walking him slowly up the stairs and down the hall. All the while, Jeff was still buzzing, hoping he'd like the date. "I know you're still not ready to be out there and figuring things out, so I made our date as private as I could. My roommates won't be coming back any time soon." Jeff opened the door, stepping them into the room and locking the door behind them. Over his bed was sheets and blankets, fairy lights hung inside of them. On the bed was a pizza box and his lap top with a movie ready to go. "Okay, open your eyes....I really hope you like it." Chewing his lip

Somer could almost feel Jeff vibrating. He wanted to offer some kind of comfort, but the truth was, he was nervous too. He had no idea what kind of date Jeff might have set up, or what to expect. The bad part of his mind was tossing up all kinds of terrible scenarios, like 'what if Jeff wants to have sex with me I'm not ready for that yet'. And yet, every single word Jeff blurted in his hasty tumble seemed thoughtful. He was guiding Somer perfectly, and Somer's sense of Jeff's body was just getting stronger. Then he opened his eyes, and just stopped, stunned. A blanket tent ... the same kind of dim multisource lighting Somer used in his own room ... he could smell the pizza ... "Jeff," Somer breathed. "It's ... this is amazing. It's perfect." His hand closed tightly on Jeff's. "I just have one very important question. "What movie is it?"

Jeff's face lit up. "I tried, I did. I know I love blanket forts and they normally are a privacy thing so yeah." When he asked about the movie, Jeff brought him over to the bed and turned the laptop to show him. "Princess Bride." He grinned.

"Excuse me," Somer said then. He carefully put the laptop and the pizza on the far edge of the bed from them, then pushed Jeff down to sit on the edge. Standing between the dancer's legs, Somer looked at him gravely for a moment, then put his hand into Jeff's pale hair and kissed him. "Thank you," the redhead murmured. "It really means a lot to me that you listened when I said I wanted to be a little less public."

Jeff furrowed his brow, thinking he had screwed up now. He must not have as Somer had him sit on the edge of the bed then came to stand between his legs. Pressing a kiss back to his lips, his hand rested on the boy's hip. "I want to do this right, its the first time I've really done and I want to do it right for you...." Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, moving Somer to sit on his lap. "Do you like the movie choice?"

Somer grinned. "Why do you think I kissed you, towhead? The Princess Bride is one of my favourite movies." He stepped back and pretended to flourish a rapier. "'My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!'" he declaimed in an exaggerated Spanish accent. Then he pretended to thrust at Jeff with a huge grin.

"Well because you like kissing me, ginger." Jeff chuckled, dodging as he thrust towards him. Standing, he took the hand as if he was holding Somer's that held the sword. "As you wish." He whispered to him. Jeff stepped back then, scooting to the wall and setting things back up. "Come on, lets watch it."

Somer found a pillow and wrapped himself around it, half-sprawling across part of the bed. Happily he took a slice of pizza and immersed himself in the movie. "Humperdinck," he muttered, giggling. "Can you even imagine being named that? Of course he was horrible."

Jeff smiled, looking to him and grabbing a slice of his own. "I think if I was named that, I would so go change my name. I mean but yeah, funny name for the biggest jerk." Biting into his slice, Jeff hummed. "I love this pizza, its amazing...oh gosh I love Wesley but you gotta admit Buttercup is one strong princess."

Somer wrinkled his brow, thinking about that. "I guess," he said at last. "I mean, she didn't kill herself right away -- but she didn't go find the Dread Pirate Roberts herself, or go with Westley to seek their fortunes. She's a little passive most of the time."

Jeff thought about what somer said. "Huh I didnt think about that  part before. I just meant that she kind of stood up for herself at moments. But you're right."

"I still like the movie a lot, but it's not very feminist, you know? But then at least she doesn't faint or anything like that, and she is pretty brave most of the time. I couldn't marry Humperdinck." Somer gave an exaggerated shudder. But then the rhyming scene began, and he shaped the lines under his breath with a happy smile.

"Oh god if she fainted.." Jeff faked it with a laugh. "That would be too much.  " it got quiet then, they both seeming to be sucked into the movie now. There were so many parts that were just something that stuck in your mind. Jeff wanted to put his arm around Somer but he wasn't sure how he'd react to it.

They hardly said anything for the next hour, slowly nibbling on the pizza and wholly absorbed in the movie. Somer somewhat unconsciously snuggled closer to Jeff when Westley seemed to die, wanting the comfort of touch.

The movie had them both pulled in to the point that it took a moment before Jeff felt the closeness of them. His arm moved to wrap around the boy's waist, holding his hip as he pulled him in closer.  He smiled, his head resting on top of Somer's.

After a few minutes, Somer rolled his eyes upward, as if he could see Jeff that way. "You know, just because I'm short, that doesn't make me a pillow," he said lightly. "Also your chin is kind of pointy."

"But I think you make a great pillow." He teased, kissing his hair. "I won't do it again, promise." With that, he laid his head back and still smiled. "My chin isn't pointy." he mumbled, using his free hand to rub it with a pout on his lips

Somer laughed, fumbling around for some part of Jeff to poke. "Well something's digging into my scalp!" He thought something might be poking into his backside, too, but that was not something he was going to bring up.

Jeff yelped as he poked. "Hey now, no tickling." Sticking his tongue out to him. "Well then I guess we have a pointy ghost in the room then." Laughing still, though Jeff shifted some and pulled his arm back that he had around Somer's waist. Instead, he slipped his hand into the other boy's, smiling and looking at the screen as if nothing had changed. "Oh I love this part...to the pain."

"Oh noes!" Somer giggled. "Joie has a ghost! Do you think it's just here -- oh, yes, this is the second best part! But it only works on Humperdinck, you know, because he cares so much about what people think of him. Well, and it would actually hurt a lot ... "

"maybe or maybe its always here, its like hogwarts, they come to play and have fun?" Jeff commented with a shrugg. "Yeah, he's too pretty but I mean i dont think he's attractive, god help someone that does, but hes suppose to be vain so it makes sense....yeah that would be painful. I think its funny though how he falls for it and all Wesley did was stand."

Somer pointed out, "It's not like Westley can do anything else. He's completely paralyzed right now! He has to bluff. It's a good bluff, though. And it's not much of a story if the hero doesn't win." Jeff rolled away, and abruptly Somer shivered. He hadn't realised how much warmth the other boy was giving him.

Jeff saw the shiver, moving back in closer to him again. "Well yeah, thats what I mean. Hamperbutt is so stupid, he falls for it and its all a bluff which I mean, he sees moments later. Very true and you know that true love's kiss thing too." Looking over to Somer as he said it. "Do you believe in it? True love and all that?

"I don't know," the redhead said slowly. "I don't know if I've ever really been /in/ love, you know? I love my family, and I've had crushes on celebrities and stuff ... so I don't know. It seems a bit limiting, sort of."

"I do, I can be a hopeless romantic but I like to believe that there is someone out there for everyone." Jeff smiled, sitting up as the movie ended and stretching some. "I have another movie if you want to watch it or you can choose one and I could close my eyes." Jeff hiding his eyes behind his hands, pretending to peek at Somer.

Somer looked down at the bedspread. "I want to believe in it," he said quietly. "But ... " He shrugged. "It's me. I don't really believe anybody is ever going to feel that way about me. I'm just not that lovable." He looked up at Jeff, mouth all twisted up. "Sorry. This is supposed to be a date, not Somer's pity party."

Jeff shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. "Its not and you know I'll keep showing you that you are loveable and that you can be liked because well..." Jeff chewed his lip. "I like you and i don't mean in like a friend way. I like you as more and I know you're still figuring things out and all that. Its not to cause you to be more confused or god, not to scare you but you really are likeable...I wouldnt be here with you if i didn't feel that way." He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "So...another movie?"

The redhead had to hide his face as Jeff spoke. He was struggling as much with the idea that he could be worth paying attention to as with the idea that he liked boys as well as girls -- and the former was much more deeply rooted. He wanted to say something, to explain how Jeff was wrong, only the words didn't come. It was just a feeling, a terrible unfounded fear that made his eyes prickle and his throat close up.

Jeff just sat back. He didnt know what to do. He had fucked it up, he had fucked it bad. Just chewing on his lip as he sat there, he finally just turned on another movie. "Sorry Somer." he whispered, not sure what else to say. "Just know I meant all that and if you want to go, I understand.

Somer flinched when Jeff said that. It felt like Jeff was sending him away, and the good part of his mind was screaming at him, trying to get the reins back before he did something stupid. He pulled in on himself, trying to be smaller.

He didn't know what to do, so he did what seemed to be natural. Jeff moved closer to him, pulling Somer into his lap and holding him. He hugged him there and just didn't let go. He could only hope it would turn out okay.

He almost resisted when Jeff hugged him, but already he associated Jeff with comfort, so he went with it. After a second he lightly beat his head on Jeff's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said, voice a bit scratchy. "I'm not -- I told you I was broken. I didn't mean to do this right now. I mean, I never /mean/ to do this but I didn't want you to see this part of me."

Jeff held him shaking his head. "I want to see all of you, even if its parts I don't know much about handling...but i want to learn. I want to learn all about you." His hand finding Somer's, fingers lacing then. Just having the boy speak had saved him from a place that he didn't know well anymore. "if you're broken then so am I...and I'll help you put yourself together again if you'll help me." Kissing his knuckles softly.

The feeling of Jeff's mouth on his skin send tingles up Somer's spine, and completely distracted him from the way his brain was betraying him. "Do that again," he squeaked in a whisper.

Jeff kissed his hand again, playing with his fingers. He kissed each finger tip then his forehead. He didnt know if he was helping but it seemed to help Somer, so he was more then willing to keep doing it.

Something surfaced in Somer's mind, right before Jeff proceeded to totally unhook his brain. "I don't want you to hurt yourself on me," he managed. Then he swore, softly., and shuddered. "Jeff, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm not hurt and too late, I'm kind of addicted to you." Jeff smiled to him, shrugging and shaking his head. "I don't know, you have to tell me that...because honestly, what are you doing to me?" His other hand coming to caress Somer's cheek. "You have me feelings elephants..."

"'m not doing anything," Somer protested. "You're the one with my fingers practically in your mouth over there." He closed his eyes, leaning in to that touch. "Fuck." His voice cracked sharply on the k sound. "'ve never felt like this before."

"Oh that, just being silly and kissing you in silly ways." Jeff zerberting his cheek again, trying to get him to smile some. "I haven't either...this is new for both of us." He whispered back, forehead to Somer's as they sat there in the light fairy light.

The cheek kiss did make Somer smile, although it probably wasn't the silly smile Jeff had been hoping for. It was softer, warmer. He took his hand back, cupping Jeff's face in both hands, then leaned forward to kiss him slowly. There were all kinds of things he wanted to say, about how overwhelming this past week had been. But he pushed them all aside and concentrated only on kissing Jeff, slowly learning.

He was glad to see him smile, though this one was soft and warm, it still was nice to see. Jeff leaned into the kiss as well, his hand on Somer's hip and the other in his hair. He didn't tug it this time, just ran his fingers through it as he followed Somer in the kiss. He was letting him control it all right now, letting him set the speed and time.

After a long time, Somer leaned back, one thumb rubbing against Jeff's cheekbone. "I still don't know what you see, but I guess I have to accept that you see something," he said quietly. He glanced over at the laptop, with no idea of what was playing. "I. Um." He swallowed and tried again. "I usually go to sleep while listening to the Mythbusters. I thought, maybe ... if you didn't mind ... you ... could hold me? For a while? And we could watch some?"

Jeff leaned into the touch, turning his face to kiss his palm. "Yeah, I do see something I see a lot." He looked as well. Hearing what Somer asked, he didn't show it but his heart picked up pace. Did that mean he'd stay the night for cuddles? Jeff could only hope. "Sure, I can do that. Do you want...do you want to borrow some sweats to lay in?"

"Maybe just a t-shirt? I mean, unless me in my boxers is a problem?" Somer felt very daring saying that. It was absurd, because he was a swimmer, used to being looked at while wearing much less, but somehow this situation was different.

Jeff shook his head, "Nope, I can do that." He had to slip Somer from his lap as he got up and got him a shirt as well as take his contacts out, glasses going on once more. Jeff handed him the shirt, changing out of his jeans as well. He wouldn't deny, he stole a glance at Somer as he changed. "So does it matter what season we watch?"

"I literally just have them all on random," Somer said, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it just pile into a heap on the floor. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, then shucked his slacks, grinning at how long the t-shirt was on him. "You are such a beanpole, did you know that?"

Jeff smiled, tilting his head. "It looks cute on you...and yes I know I am but it makes for a good dancer." Jeff flopping on the bed. He laid on his side, leaving room on his bed for Somer to lay in front of him as the pizza had been put away and the laptop now moved to his desk so they could see it.

Somer rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Jeff. "I'm not cute," he said firmly. He climbed back onto the bed, walking on his knees over to Jeff, and did a controlled faceplant into Jeff's side. Then he rolled and flopped until he was tucked into the curve of Jeff's body.

Jeff giggled to see how he got into bed. His arm wrapped Somer's waist, pulling him back a bit before he leaned over to press play. The only light in the room now was from the laptop and the fairy lights, making it all the more intimate for them. Lying back once more, Jeff folded his pillow so he could be up more to see, still holding Somer close and semi tight in his arms

If he were being honest with himself, Somer would admit how right this felt. He felt safe in a way that he hadn't experienced since he and Winter had stopped sharing a room at fifteen, wrapped up warmly in Jeff's arms. Nothing could come at him from behind, because he was protected. The fact that it was one of his favourite episodes, the pirate special, didn't hurt. Unconsciously, he snuggled back more firmly into Jeff's body, feet tangling with the dancer's.

Jeff didn't dare say what came to mind when he held Somer like this, how it felt right and comfortable. But it did. Maybe another time, but tonight was good, it had had its bad moments but tonight had turned around. Feeling him snuggle back, jeff held him a bit tighter, trying to in a way reassure him that he was still there.

It didn't take too long for the familiar episode, plus the sense of peace and comfort, to drag Somer down into sleep. He was used to waking up in the night, at least to roll over, but not this night.

Jeff felt his breathing even out, showing was sleeping. He smiled, turning the brightness down on his computer a bit but letting the show play. Settling in, he threw the blanket over them and drifted off as well. His arm never leaving the boy's waist.

Somer had no idea what time it was when he woke up. He drifted to the surface, feeling someone's arm around him, and at first thought it was part of his dream. He blinked his eyes open, and realised he was looking at Jeff's shining fall of hair, and the whole memory of the night before came back. Then their position connected with his dream, and he felt the color drain from his face. Oh, god. What was happening to him? And yet having Jeff tucked securely against him, holding him close, felt so right. Somer shoved his fear into a box and put it under the bed in his mind, then carefully shifted around until he was facing Jeff. "Hi," he whispered.

Jeff was still half asleep when he felt something moving next to him. He held a bit tighter but it seemed it still moved. Hearing a voice though, his eyes opened some to see who it was. It took his brain a moment, catching up and then a soft smile graced his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to Somer's nose. "Hi. How did you sleep?"

"Good," Somer admitted. "I didn't mean to wake you up, though. Do you know what time it is?"

"its okay, I can sleep all day if someone doesn't wake me and waking to you is better then my roommates." Jeff chuckled, reaching over Somer for his phone. "Hmm its 9. You want to get breakfast?"

Somer pushed up on one elbow to peer at Jeff's phone. "It's /how/ early? I never wake up this early, what have you done to me, towhead?" He flopped back down, dragging Jeff back with him. "No," he said in a vaguely sulky tone. "Stay here."

Jeff smiled, still a bit sleepy. "Hey I dont get up until noon on the weekends some time." being dragged back down, Jeff gladly went. He held Somer once more, his hand rubbing his back. "Hmm okay, i'll gladly stay here with you."

"Tell me more about you," Somer requested. "Like, when did you start dancing. And why. And about your family."

"Okay, well I started at 3. I was just fooling around, dancing really, around the aisle of the super market and this lady stopped. She saw me dancing there as my mom shopped. Then she approached my mom about how good I was and how she couldn't stop watching in a good way. So my parents put me in ballet and I loved it. So we added more and more and soon I was learning them all. I became nationally ranked at a young age in each age category and now am in the top 5 nationally for college level. My dad is the CEO of Sterling Banks. My mom is the daughter of an oil refiner. I have 4 younger siblings that are into music and acting. I love to watch movies and hang out more then anything..." Jeff blushed a bit. "Sorry I don't normally talk about myself this much."

Somer bit his lip, eyes rounding as Jeff described his dedication to dance. "How do you even have time to do anything else?" he asked in amazement. "You should be spending all your hours in the studio, my god. I feel like I must be distracting you or something." Then he pictured a 3-year-old Jeff and suddenly giggled.

"I didn't but I didn't really care all that much, I just loved dancing." Jeff shrugged. "Well I mean, my parents would have me take a break at times. Like right now, I'm on a break. For about 6 months out of the year I'm on a break but I'm still dancing to keep in shape for it." He laughed. "You are no distraction for me, trust me. You're more of a muse really." Hearing him giggle, Jeff smiled. "You just pictured little me huh? You want to see a picture?"

When Jeff called him a muse, Somer flushed hotly. Too fast, the bad part of his mind screamed, slow down, you're going to crash! "Maybe another time," he said hastily. "I don't want to move right now. If you love dance so much, how come you're majoring in Music Theatre?"

"Okay." he replied. "Well because I am amazing at dancing so I'd ace it, wheres the challenge in that? So musical theatre, I get to still dance but I have to focus on acting and singing as well."

Somer rolled over, burying his face in a pillow to muffle his laugh. He lifted his head long enough to say, "Wow, that's a little arrogant, isn't it?"

"Maybe a little bit." he made the motion with his fingers but laughed as well. "I don't know I just, I love to dance and i think if it was my major then the love for it would fade away...."

"Okay, that's fair," Somer said, flopping over onto his back. He tugged the t-shirt down over his hips, hoping Jeff wasn't looking there. "And you really are an amazing dancer. I wish I was half that good at the things I do." He put both hands under his head and looked at Jeff, just taking him in in the morning light.

Jeff sat up on his elbow and looked down to him. Sure he had glanced down to see his boxers but he didn't stare either, just smiled to him. "Well I think you're writing is amazing, you're really good at it, so there is that." His tongue sliding over his lips as he just wet them some. Feeling eyes on him, Jeff smiled softly to Somer.

Somer reached up a hand, letting his fingertips drift softly over Jeff's face. Everything about this situation he'd stumbled into was just making him more confused. Was it normal to feel this strongly, this fast? Or was it just because Jeff had been his first kiss, and second, and third ... ? The idea of this just being some kind of puppy love he'd grow out of suddenly made his heart ache.

Jeff leaned into his touch, his eyes closing as he just laid there with him. "A penny for your thoughts?" he whispered, his eyes open once more and looking back at Somer. He didn't know what he was thinking but he could only hope it was all good things.

The writer's stomach gave a lurch, but he managed to say calmly, "They aren't worth that much." He brushed his thumb over Jeff's mouth, pretending to shush him.

Jeff kissed his finger when it touched his lips like that. "No they are. They're well written, a great story line and age appropriate for all that could read it. Its just a fun, twisty turning story. One that could hold anyone's interest that you choose to let read it"

"My thoughts?" Somer tilted his head, puzzled. He'd missed something somewhere. Jeff kissing his finger made the shiver go down his spine again, and made it hard to think.

"What? oh crap, sorry i was thinking about your writing...but either way, you're thoughts are worth a lot." Jeff leaned down, his forehead to Somer's. "Everything about you is worth a lot. " Sitting back up then, just looking to the redhead.

"Jeff ... " Somer sighed. He reached up again, and put his hand over Jeff's mouth. "Stop that for a minute. And while you're at it stop being so ... I don't know, but stop it for a minute, I can't think when you do that." He pushed himself up on his elbows, and levelled a direct, non-flirtatious gaze on the blond dancer. "I know you're trying to persuade me to have a better self-esteem, and I really appreciate that. But," Somer sighed again, "I don't know what you want. Hell, I don't know what /I/ want. And this is all kind of fast." The redhead sat all the way up, bringing his knees up to wrap his arms around them. "Last night was really nice, and this morning is nice, and I just don't know what I'm doing. I don't want to hurt you by accident."

Jeff sat back, letting Somer sit up and letting him talk. He nodded some but didn't say anything. He wanted to make sure his own words were all put together. "I want to spend time with you, get to know you, take you on dates, cuddle with you." He was honest in his answer. "I don't know what I'm doing either, I'm just being honest about how I feel, even if it scares me. "

Somer raked his fingers through his hair. "I don't know what to do with that," he confessed at last. "And I ... I think I just ... need to think about it, for a bit? I still want to hang around with you, and I don't mind kissing -- I think -- I just ... Jeff." The blond's name came out kind of despairing. "I've never felt like this about someone before! I've never even been on a date before!"

"Then think about it, I won't make you or pressure you to do more then you're ready for." Jeff was glad to hear that he still wanted the things, or at least most of the things that Jeff had said he waited. Hearing him sort of whine, Jeff peered to him through his eyelashes. "Neither have I but knowing you has made me want to try."

The redhead climbed out of the bed, stretching as tall as he could. He pulled on his slacks from the night before, then shoved his hands in his pockets in an attempt to feel less awkward. "So. Um. I guess I'm gonna go?" He looked down at his feet, then realised he still had Jeff's t-shirt on. Hurriedly he jerked it off and toed around on the floor for his own shirt.

Jeff sighed some, his fingers running through his hair. "Yeah, but let me walked you out okay?" He didn't want it to be awkward for Somer at all. With his shirt back in his hands, Jeff helped him look and handed Somer his own shirt back. He wanted him to stay, but he wasn't going to force it either. Jeff opened his door and walked with Somer down the stairs and to the front door. Thank god everyone else was still sleeping. Jeff chewed his lip for a moment then pressed a kiss to Somer's cheek. "I'll see you again soon."

#psomer #first date #tw:: anxiety

[imaginefeawakening]

Do you think you could do the male Shepard's reactions after femu has lashed out at them after shes been worried about her Grima side hurting them? Im sorry if thats worded oddly >

Your name: submit What is this?

My understanding is that MU has been ruminating over the Grima thingy and then they check up on em and then it’s all ‘grahahghragh’ , I hope I understood that right! //is slow

Frederick: “Your brow has been furrowed for an awfully long while,” observes Frederick. You’ve been hugging a pillow to your chest and intensely contemplating the fate that you have been given. Where to go, what to do, how to do it--Nothing makes sense at all. “Is there something you need--”

“Just leave me alone!” It comes out more harshly than intended, and you bite your lip. Yet an apology doesn’t come out. Perhaps, if you could isolate yourself, it would make things much easier.

Frederick regards you for a while before finally bowing his head. “As you wish.” To both your relief and dismay, he exits the tent and leaves you to wallow by yourself. It’s better this way...right? You look dolefully over your shoulder in hopes that he’s there but it’s only you by yourself. After several more moments of silence your husband returns, and gently sits beside you. “I cajoled Gaius out of these but--” He opens his palms to reveal two sizable helpings of your favorite tarts. “While these won’t solve your problems, I do hope I can alleviate your burdens even a bit. If my presence is truly unwanted, I do bid you to tell me at once.”

His last sentence makes you sniffle. You can’t imagine being without him at all. Ever. “Sniff--I’m sorry Frederick--of course I want you with me--” His face is right in front of yours, and his eyes crinkle with a warm and tender smile. He wipes your eyes and messy nose, and insists you take a nibble of the treat he’s brought for you. He’s happy to see that he’s right, and you’re far more relaxed now that you’re not alone.

“You can always count on me, _____.” He strokes your hair in soft caresses and speaks to you in a low and soothing voice. “Even if you want to shoo me away, I’ll be here to bother you.”

“You’re never a bother Frederick.” You reach up to squish his cheeks together and he smiles at you wryly. “But Frederick....Say I really am...Grima…”

“It wouldn’t change a thing in the world for me.” This time it’s his brow that furrows. “Do not suggest that you would--is that what you were so tense about.” He stops stroking your hair and his hands move down to your wrists. “You mustn’t. You cannot.”

Your eyes dart to the side, no longer able to hold the gaze of his warm, but now stern brown eyes. “I...I must do what is right, Frederick.”

“Sacrificing yourself is not right, by any means!” His voice holds a desperate fury that you cannot shy away from. He holds your chin up so you’re forced to look into his eyes. “Swear you won’t do such a thing.”

You lock eyes for a painfully long time, and every bit of you aches to simply hold him and tell him it’ll all be okay and that you’re being silly. But perhaps for now that would be the correct path of action...to lull him into a sense of security, with promises of tomorrow. And perhaps being positive may even bear fruit….perhaps.

“Fine, Frederick...I’ll swear it. I couldn’t bear leaving your side as it is.” You curl up in his lap and hug his waist, your cheek nuzzling his torso as you look up at him with a soft smile. “You’re my Freddy Bear, after all.”

“Won’t you quit that silly nickname even now?”

“Never, my dear Freddy Bear.” With a sigh he lets go of the debate for now, wishing to instead lavish you with so much attention that you never even think about leaving him.

Stahl: He’s gently stroking your hair with the same old smile as always. Yet--you find it unbearable to look at. You could be the one to get rid of it, to be the one that takes it away forever--

Before you’ve realized it, you’ve flinched from his touch and swatted his arm away. “D-dont!” His face falls, but he attempts to maintain a wobbly grin.

“Ah...sorry for bothering you. Do you want to stay alone for a bit..? You must have a lot to worry about but, you know you can count on me, right?”

He’s so sweet, damn him.

“I can’t rely on you forever Stahl. I have to learn to take care of myself.”

His mouth forms a tiny little ‘o’ and he rests his head on your lap. You look down at him with a surprised glance, while he in turn examines you, as though studying you for the first time. “When we got married, I thought the whole point was we could rely on each other?” He pokes your cheek softly and you sigh.

“I….It’s different now.”

“Really?” He pokes your other cheek and you wriggle your nose. “Do you not love me anymore?”

“You know that’s not it. It’s about…”

He sits up carefully and looks at you with a piercing gaze. “You potentially being Grima?”

You inhale sharply, not expecting him to know. “You...Yes. That’s...I can’t put anyone in danger. Not Morgan, not you, not anyone--I would rather die a million times over before I hurt any of you.” Your hands are shaking and you just wish he would get that you can’t live your life like before. But he won’t hear it at all.

“You’re not going to hurt any of us. It’ll be different this time.”

“How do you know? What if we said the same thing in that life?”

“Then I have all the more conviction in this one,” he says firmly. “I’ll hold you back, should you need it. But I believe you won’t do anything to harm us.”

“Stahl...would you take my life if I asked you to?”

“Absolutely not.”“Then my dilemma is the same.”

An uncomfortable silence falls, and the two of you ponder for a long while.

“If the time comes….If a time should ever come--”

“Then let it be you. Please? And don’t let it just be lip service.”

“....I’ll promise. Because I know it’ll never come to that.” His answer is resolute, and he squeezes your hand firmly to prove it. “Now...will you finally smile for me?”

You oblige him, if shaky and anxious, but it’s enough for now.

Gerome: He refuses to leave you be. “Gerome...get off of me.” He cages you in his arms and is adamant about not budging. You squirm weakly, half wanting solitude and the other half craving to continue receiving his affection.

“No. Because I was like you. Do you really think you can pull this with me around?” His hold only gets firmer and you get a whiff of his woody scent. “You’re giving up.”You grumble softly under your breath. “I’m not.” You’re determinedly looking at the ground, but he persists in getting your attention.

“Really? You’re not? Then why are you pushing me away.”

You almost retort, ‘what, like you?’ but you hold your tongue. He’s gotten better recently. Before when he held his tongue, you always wondered what was going on behind his surly silence and gloomy demeanor. And being prickly to him won’t do anything but make you feel even more guilty. “So I don’t kill you in this timeline as well.”“In this one as well? I assure you I’m whole and healthy.”

You push his face away slightly, sighing. “If we’re splitting hairs then...almost. I was the murderer of your parents. What’s to say I won’t take everything else from you too? Including your life this time, our son’s, I--”

He holds your cheeks firmly and finally has you look at him. “Quit that. For one thing--you’re not the same _____ from that lifetime. Even if you were...you and Grima aren’t the same.”

“So you...you don’t hate me? For being the monster--” He kisses you before you can go another rant again, although slowly enough that you could pull away if you so wished to. You return the soft peck, so gentle his lips caress yours rather than kiss.

“I detest Grima. Not you. So stop that. If you die, I’ll kill you, you know that, right?” He says such harsh words in such a soft voice. Before you know it, you’re laughing, and he nudges you with a playful smile. “Finally. That took a long time. I kinda feel bad for you for having to deal with me all the time.”

“It was worth it in the end. So you really believe in me Gerome?”

“I do. So you believe in yourself too, alright?” His words are strong...you don’t wish to betray his belief, nor take anything else away from his life. So you close your eyes and pray, pray that you can keep to your word and not break his heart ever again.

Chrom: Not sure what to do, he decides upon respecting your space and giving you time to breathe. He’s the one that you worry about the most. You’ve stolen his life in one timeline. What keeps you from doing it again and again?

Wracked with guilt, you stay up for him to come to bed so you can apologize for your sharp tongue, and promise to not shout at him again. But he doesn’t come back. In the late hours of the night, you finally doze off, exhausted from fear and stress. When you wake up in the morning, you’re not cold. He must have tucked you in once you dozed off. Braving the morning chill, you crawl over to the opening of the tent and poke your head out. Chrom’s right there, fast asleep against the front flap of the tent. With a heavy sigh, you grab him under his arms and drag him in.

He of course wakes with a start and almost attacks you, but calms down at the first sound of your voice. “_____,” he yawns and comes into the tent with a sleepy stagger. You invite him under your blanket and he snuggles up to your side in an instant. “_____...talk to me.”

“I wanted to,” you grumble, “but you never came back.”

“I...was doing patrols.” He rubs the back of his neck and averts his eyes. The man never made a very good liar.

“So you slept outside of the tent?” Your arms are crossed, and you cock your head to the side. He shrivels under your accusatory tone, and he wears a half smile that makes him look boyish (adorably so, you think with a pang). 

He looks down and hides his face in your shoulder. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so tired…”

You gently pet his head and he slumps his shoulders and sighs. “I’m sorry Chrom. I never should have yelled at you. I’m really, truly sorry.”

“Will you kiss it better?” he jokes, but anxiety pervades his voice. You both know the conversation that’s coming. Better now than keep the elephant in the room waiting. But he doesn’t give you the opportunity to even open your mouth, and makes a defensive maneuver. “Don’t.”

“Chrom.”

“We’re not discussing this again.” His tone holds finality but you don’t have any of it.

“Chrom! Be reasonable!” As much as you fight against it, your voice goes up by a decibel. You clench your fist to maintain control, but you’re shaking nonetheless.

“I’m the reasonable one here. You’re spouting nonsense!”

You curse inwardly, biting back the profanity in your mouth. Why wouldn’t he listen? Surely, surely it all made sense from a logical perspective. But a man like him listened to his heart above all, much to your dismay. “If you would just let me explain to you just why we should--” 

He holds your hands and brings them to his chest. He’s gone from snuggling in you to sitting up straight, his eyes full of desperation and a steely glare you’ve only been on the other side once before. It sends a chill down your spine. “There’s nothing to explain. I cannot allow you to...to--”

“Oh, and it’s alright for you to die? It’s okay if you die?” Your voice grows more shrill by the word. “Do you think love me more than I love you?”

“I do!”

“No you don’t!” He turns away as though he’s been slapped, and your throat burns from the guilt, as though it bears responsibility for physically paining him. “Y-you don’t Chrom, you don’t know what you are to me...what you mean to me,” you hiccup, unaware when you’ve started crying. You try to maintain a steady voice, but it remains a tremulous mess, and your words are barely coherent. “You’re my everything. If I did anything to you...if this hand ever hurt you I’d--I’d cut it off!” You announce this dramatically and he looks very concerned. His eyes too are brimming with tears, and it catches you off guard.

“_____…” Suddenly, he clutches you to his chest, holding you so hard as though he’ll never release you again. As though his arms are a cage he can protect you in forever. “Don’t go. Don’t hurt yourself. My every heartbeat matches yours...how could you say I don’t love you just as much as you love me?” His hands move from your back to your cheeks, and he cups your face as though you’ll slip away if he’s not careful enough. “So don’t ask me to hurt you...and don’t go where I can’t follow you.”

“I’m sorry,” you finish pathetically, and he kisses you. He kisses your eyes, all of your tears, your cheeks, your nose, everywhere he can reach. It’s come to an impasse. You can shout your lungs out all night but in the end a false promise is all you can give him. And all he can do is accept. Between every sorry, you receive another kiss, and you remain at war with each other, to do all you can to ensure the other lives. it’s a truce, albeit an unwilling one. All that’s left to do now is to enjoy each other’s company while it still lasts.

#fire emblem awakening #chrom #frederick #stahl #gerome #ive worked on this for days oof #i have lonk as a wip i guess ask if u want me to finish him up #i wanted to get this posted tho so i could keep moving forward #angst

[harlockauxillia30k-blog]

Epilogue

Vale Halleck sat at her desk, and glanced out her wide window to see a city skyline of cranes, hover constructors, drones, and workers busying themselves. In the far distance, a dim glow reminded her that she was on the same hemisphere as the Imperial Palace.

She opened a side drawer and looked at a slug pistol she kept loaded, until sliding it shut again; she hoped it would not be necessary.

Before her, a tidy leather-bound book rested. She ran a finger over its spine, then glanced at a framed photograph of her and a military man.

The door to her office, framed by artificial plants, buzzed repeatedly.

“Enter” she said, gulping slightly.

Shadowed somewhat by the bright hall lighting which backlit the figures robe, a menacing presence stood. It clanked and hissed as pistons moved and machinery churned beneath its simple dull red robes, its only feature visible in the light the two dull orange lids of a biomechanical gasmasked face.

The figure stepped forward into the neutral light of Arch-Medicae Halleck’s office, and the door gently slid shut.

Halleck gestured, and with a holo display enabled blinds for her window, blocking out the evening lights of the rebuilding Imperial superstructure of Terra.

“Why have I been summoned.” The tech-magos intoned, clearly impatient despite her dispassionate mechanical voice.

“I’d like your assistance with a project I’m conducting, Magos Augustine.” Halleck began, carefully laying out her thoughts.

“This is beneath my talents. Other projects demand my attention.”

“I’m certain your lords in Malcador’s personal organization can wait.”

The magos immediately drew a pistol, and fired it without hesitation at Medicae Halleck- only for the shot to impact a wall.

Halleck considered the reaction from her office, watching the magos through a holo window.

“I’ll cut to the heart of things, Magos Augustine, or do you prefer Adept Klicke? I’m summoning you here to get your testimony regarding a captain you briefly worked alongside of during the Horus Heresy, Jan Harlock.”

The magos froze, her pistol grip shaking, ultimately a mechadendrite reaching out, retrieving the weapon, and holstering it as she dropped her arm.

“What?” The mechanical voice asked.

“I started information gathering when I recieved word my lover had died on Centauri Prime. General Storm, you likely wouldnt have known him well. He had taken an interest in your army captain during the great crusade, and we had a file prepared that would have released him from Imperial service. But..”

Halleck sighed, and tossed her arms up gently. “Horus happened. So much for that.”

The Magos listened, saying nothing.

“I was curious about what happened to him, especially after i learned he was there when Storm died. I’ve been doing some digging ever since. Until last week, two days after the second anniversary of his death on Hesperax, I got my hands on this.”

Halleck tapped the bound book on her desk.

“I recovered it from the army’s property claimage system- it seems Harlock didnt have any next of kin to pick up his belongings. Almost all of it was put up as army surplus, destroyed, or handed off to new troops, but they had nothing to do with his personal writings, which he kept seperate from his own mission logs.”

Making a tent with her fingers, Halleck looked at the Magos. “Lets finish this charade before we go on. The door to my office is to the left, its time you left my waiting room.”

The door opened, and the magos walked through it, remaining silent.

“Good, now were face to face.” Halleck said, watching the reactions of the tech priestess.

“How do you know who I am?” the adept asked. “Do you really think your the only one with connections? Where do you think people go after they get cut up by traitor marine remnants they were hunting on Terra, over a year after it was declared traitor-free? There are only so many ‘construction accident’ excuses one can make until they need a good doctor to come in and care for the entire situation.”

The magos folded her arms.

“Your compromising my cover for a dead man.”

Vale couldnt help but be surprised. “I knew you martians had metal hearts, but you’re impressively blunt. Is that a defense mechanism? Or did you fall into his arms by accident one night? These writings outline your relationship clearly.”

The magos recoiled slightly, her stance changing. “And just what gives you the write to read them? You weren’t there. What the hell do you know?!”

Halleck nodded. “I see. I’m in mourning too, you know. Its only been two years now, since the apocalypse. Thats what I like to call it. What other word suffices?”

The magos snapped: “I’m not in mourning- I’m-”

“Listen. I’ll answer your question. The reason I read these documents is because no one else will. I don’t know why Harlock wrote all he did. Maybe he felt good to have a release, or a tell-all. But as far as war memoirs go this is surprisingly frank and honest. Usually I read about super-men thwarted only by circumstance. This reading is hard, honest, and carefully considered.”

The magos paused for a time. It was clear she was looking at the book, considering her options.

“What will you do with it?”

Halleck ran her fingers over the book. “In my opinion this should be preserved in any museum of the crusades, and the ones that we’llmake for the Heresy as well. But- there are many accounts already. And I don’t think the colourful words here really fit that. Your old captain had a knack for making his diaries quite readable for a common man.”

The Magos walked up and gently picked up the book, flipping through entries.

“There is a lot here.”

Halleck slowly drew a lho stick and lit it, leaning on her desk with a sigh.

“Well, you aren’t wrong about that. Its not just his words too. Theres a copy of my notes and investigations as well. As much data on that regiment of his that I could. Records from remembrancers of the crusades, sketches of him, recordings of bawdy drinking songs, the works. I’ve had a bit of free time- and I think you and  I both know how dangerous that can be.”

Halleck exhalled a stream of smoke, gently sucked up by soundless environment fans above her.

“But, I’m a poor writer, and I dont want to hand this off to some hack fraud war propagandist to turn this into some Imperial Army adventure piece. I’ve considered it. I’d like you to edit and revise that mess of journals and notes into something readable- from the perspective of someone who was actually there. Who could make the hard calls on what is or is not cut. Excise yourself if you must meddle with them- I’ve considered that too. Or burn them, if you really don’t care about him, or your memories there.”

Halleck turned, her jaw taut.

“But you do, don’t you. You can’t just drop this into a furnace and forget about it all. I couldnt. Not after what I read.”

The magos remained silent, flipping through pages.

Halleck stared at her, then slumped back in her chair, staring at the blinded window and enjoying her lho stick.

“...Very well. This can be done.” The magos said, in her unnatural mechanical voice.

Halleck exhaled.

“Good. It’s all there, and on a data disk near the back as well. I can help get it to publishers when your done. I cant promise you it will be the widest release- given the saturation in the market of books just like that... but maybe he’ll live on as more than some anonymous grave in a centauri state graveyard.”

The magos nodded, folded the book into her robes, and made to leave.

“One more thing.” Halleck said, finishing her lho stick.

“August 3rd, two years ago. Port Vangelis. Why didn’t you show? Near as I could tell you were alive and able. And dont give me some line about the Inquisition.”

The magos stopped as she stood upon the threshold to the exit.

“Colonel Harlock died on Centauri Prime. The heresy took what little fragments that were left of that noble man and ground them into a fine paste, like so many others. Do you think I could have redeemed the war for him? Do you think that there was anything any of us could have done?  Behind the deeds, he was the most wounded human I have ever met. Do you want the truth? I didn’t go, because I was scared. Scared of becoming like him. Scared to see the face of 800 years of war. I’m not some galactic hero, Vale. Neither was he. He was just a man, a soldier, who earned his survival by paying the price no one dared: his soul.”

The magos turned, her hood glowing from the light emanating from the magos’ mask.

“Even machines have souls, Halleck. To peer into the absence of one, is to peer into chaos. You think Harlock survived the Horus Heresy? Wrong. He fought it every single day. Until at last, mercifully, he didn't have to any more.”

With that, the Magos crossed the thresh-hold, exited the room, and left.

//

CHAPTER 1: HARLOCK, THE AUXILIARY

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[The End]

#post #epilogue #Shows over folks

[panticwritten]

Pearl-Handled Shotgun: Chapter One

Yeah. I have no posting schedule for this haha. We’ll just see how it goes.

Prologue

Word count: 2978

TW:

Emotional warfare (of the controlling parent kind)

Hardcore dissociation

Reference to police brutality

Alyssa

“You’re lucky we could keep it out of the newspapers.”

Alyssa doesn’t look at her father, drumming her nails against the arm of the chair. Her mom watches from a chair behind him, her disapproval clear in the curve of her brow, the thin line of her mouth. The teen turns her head so she doesn’t have to see either of them.

“That man could have pressed charges. Do you think he would have gone after your little friends?” She bristles at the sneer in his voice, but she keeps her mouth shut. “You have a promising future ahead of you, I won’t stand by and watch you throw that away.”

She nods idly, the bare minimum of what he wants from her.

“I don’t know where this is coming from, your lashing out. Your brother never did anything like this.”

Ah, there it is. Calim, the perfect son. The good one. The easy one.

“He just never got caught,” she mutters.

“What was that?”

She looks up, at the familiar anger in her father’s eyes. He cocks an eyebrow up, expectant. She sighs and shakes her head. “Nothing. I’m sorry.”

He stares at her, his gaze hard, before returning to pacing to and fro in front of the fireplace. “What else have you been doing behind our backs? It isn’t safe, and it certainly isn’t acceptable.”

“Last night was an accident,” Alyssa says before she can hold the words back. “We took a wrong turn.”

He stills, burning eyes back on her. “You shouldn’t have been out at all last night!”

“I already apologized for that.”

“You can’t really think a petty ‘sorry’ will make up for breaking our trust? For sneaking out, so you could—what? Run around the city with a group of delinquents?”

She straightens up, scrabbling to hold onto her unruffled air. “Delinquents?”

“They’re a bad influence.”

“They are not!” Shoulders squared, Alyssa’s practiced placidity ruptures at his ‘holier than thou’ stance. “Stephanie and Jared are good friends, and they don’t treat me like a glass doll or a- a- a piece of advertising!”

“Alyssa, dear, please don’t yell,” her mom warns, her voice soft. It diffuses the immediate tension in the air. Her father says nothing. The coolness in his eyes, however, tells her the damage has already been done. Alyssa clears her throat and continues with more restraint.

“I apologize, sincerely, for what happened. I should have been honest with you.” She pauses, heartened when her father jerks his head in a nod. “It wasn’t the first time I left without permission, and it was unfair of me keep you in the dark.”

“How many times?”

“What?”

“How many times have you snuck out?” he asks. His deceptively level voice spreads anxiety through her chest, thick and sticky in her throat. She swallows it down and makes a mental tally.

“Twelve?” She offers. It’s not counting the days she used shopping trips as cover for driving the roads on the eastern edges of Portland with her friends, but she doesn’t tell him that.

He considers this thoughtfully, as if deciding whether he’ll have honey or jam on his toast. Alyssa sees it in his eyes when he comes to a conclusion, one fist coming down on his open palm.

“Then we’ll discuss this again in twelve weeks.”

Her heart constricts in her chest, driving her to her feet. She manages to keep her mouth shut, but that’s not enough. It’s never enough. He raises a brow, unimpressed, and starts for the family room door.

“You won’t leave the manor unattended until then. You have ten minutes to tell your friends before I collect your devices.” He pauses at the door, looking back with a painfully detached expression. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she says automatically, unable to suppress the reflex.

The door closes behind him, with hardly a whisper. She stares unseeing at the polished surface, almost wishing he had slammed it. She lowers herself back into the chair, wiping the back of a hand over her eyes before the pinch behind them can turn into tears.

If he can keep ahold of his temper, so can she.

“It could have been worse.” Alyssa jolts violently when her mom speaks. She had almost forgotten she was here.

“I know.” She doesn’t look over, dragging her phone out of her pocket. Steph and Jared will lose their minds if she just disappears for three months, especially after her father left them in jail for the night.

“You could have been killed,” she continues, voice low. Alyssa freezes, her fingers hovering over the screen. “ Just because we are who we are doesn’t mean it’s safe to get into trouble. An officer won’t think twice before they pull that trigger.”

Alyssa nods, looking up. Without her father here as a distraction, she now sees what she didn’t before in her mom’s furrowed brow, pressed lips. Fear, not disappointment. Regret pangs in her chest. “I know, mom. I swear we weren’t trying to do anything illegal.”

“That doesn’t matter.” She rises from her chair, full of grace as always, and offers her daughter a strained smile. “You need to be careful. Smarter. I’ll try to talk your father down, but I do agree that you need time to think about what happened last night.”

She nods again, and her mom starts for the door.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.”

She doesn’t answer, closing the door silently behind her. Alyssa sighs, sinking deeper into the back of the chair, and pulls up a group chat.

A<-- Hey.

A<-- I am SO sorry about my father, I can’t believe he just left you there.

A<-- I hope you both are okay. At the very least, that you’re home safe.

A<-- I can’t leave the house on my own for a few months, and he’ll be back for my phone any minute now.

She watches the screen with bated breath. After a moment, both of their icons appear beside the messages. Before she can register her relief, Steph responds.

S--> hey!

S--> i was starting to rly worry

S--> mom picked us up right after u left

A<-- Oh, thank god.

J--> a few months

J--> what the hell

J--> my dad took my keys but like

J--> just for a two weeks

S--> im grounded for a month :(

A<-- We’ve talked about my parents before. Are you really surprised?

J--> nah i guess not

J--> but thats hella rough

J--> someone needs to take some parenting classes

S--> im sorry aly

J--> how to be a good dad and not alienate your children or whatever

J--> oh shit yeah we kinda did get you in trouble huh

A<-- It’s not your fault. My mom said she’ll try to change his mind, but I doubt that will do much good.

A<-- Besides, you both got in trouble, too. It’s as much my fault as it is yours.

J--> no man dont say that

J--> youd never been camping thats a fucking crime

J--> i mean shooting at teenagers for pitching a damn tent should be a crime but thats a whole other thing

S--> jj

S--> not funny

A<-- He’s right, though.

J--> hell yeah drinking down this validation

J--> glug glug motherfucker

S--> stop

S--> ur ok tho?

S--> like should we worry?

Her phone slips through her fingers, pulled away by nimble hands, before she can answer. She hadn’t noticed her father come back in, and he leaves again without otherwise acknowledging her. She watches him go without a word.

Arguing more would make it worse. She’s lucky to have gotten ten minutes.

Now that she’s alone with nothing to do, she hefts herself upright. She stares at the embers glowing in the fireplace, considering what to do for the rest of the day. She has schoolwork due on Monday. She needs to decide within the month between Oxford—her father’s alma mater—or the local university her friends already enrolled in.

PSU sounds more fun. She wouldn’t like to think of the repercussions that may come out of that decision, though. Her parents don’t even know she applied.

She shakes her head and strides out of the room. Her feet take her along the familiar path upstairs to her study while she broods about three months without the promise of a night out on the town or a day flying along back roads in Jared’s convertible. By the time the bars are lifted, she’ll have graduated.

And she’ll have a month with them before her inevitable shipment off to Oxford.

She slams the door much harder than intended at the thought. She’s visited the campus a few times, walked through the city, and something about it leaves her uneasy. It’s beautiful, certainly, but it feels wrong.

She leans back against the door with a sigh, peering at the stack of books on her desk. The last thing she needs is for her grades to slip. She’s on thin ice as it is.

Her gaze drifts to the shelves lining the back of the room. They hold the books she’s sequestered from the library, or those that have been gifted to her.

She crosses to the closest shelf, running a finger along the books’ spines. Many of them, she still hasn’t read. She hasn’t had time to read since her parents began taking her to functions and benefits.

She dips a finger over the lip of the first in a series of old tomes wrapped in leather, one of her mom’s gifts to her this past Christmas, and drags it out. The first seems more weathered than the rest, the cover dull and rough rather than polished. She skimmed the first few pages when she first got the books, and she know there must have been effort put into it. The whole series is handwritten.

It’s as good as anything else.

She takes the book to her desk, promising herself that she’ll only read for a while. She has to get some work done before dinner, after all.

*****

“Alyssa? Are you in there?”

Alyssa jumps at the crackle of the intercom, heart racing and unseeing eyes leaving the yellowed pages of the book. It takes a few seconds to orient herself, remembering where she is. When she does, she recoils at the headache pounding behind her eyes, the roiling tension in her stomach.

She glances back down at the book to find it open near the middle. She can’t remember reading more than the first few pages—it was written as a personal diary of a slave girl named Brietta. She wrote in a neat script about mundane chores and city life, but she can’t remember the details of the anecdotes. She closes her eyes to try and remember.

Her stomach turns over when she catches a wisp of it, but it doesn’t stay long enough for her to grasp the memory itself.

“Alyssa!”

She jolts again, her eyes flying open. She rushes from her seat to the intercom and presses the flashing button for the dining room.

“Yes, mom, I’m here. What is it?”

“Come down for dinner, dear. I hope you haven’t been working too hard.”

She hesitates before answering, looking back to the book. It must have been hours since she holed myself up in there. She doesn’t remember any of it. She shakes her head and taps the button again.

“I’m fine. I’ll be down in a minute.”

She returns to the desk, ignoring her mother’s confirmation, and turns back to the first couple pages of the book. She finds the mention of ‘afternoons near the cold river after tending to mother’s sickness,’ jams one of many bookmarks upon the desk between the pages, and snaps the book shut.

She leaves it on the desk for later investigation, hurrying out to join her family in the dining room. Maybe some food will ease her lingering nausea.

By the time she enters the dining room on the ground floor, both of her parents are already perched in their seats at the far end of the table. Her mom greets her with a warm smile, her father with a nod from the end chair.

She apologizes for being late and takes a seat across from her mom. The air lays heavy upon the room, increasing the pressure behind her eyes. Even the light viola drifting from the wall speakers can’t break the tension growing with each overdone slice of a knife her father grinds on his plate through the steak.

She struggles to keep from screwing her eyes shut against it, forcing her hands into measured strokes. One bite at a time, then this will be over.

“So.”

It’s her mom that breaks the silence. All sounds of eating pause for only a moment, the rhythm of the meal changing, before continuing as though it never stopped.

“It’s gotten warm awfully fast this year, hasn’t it? Just last week it was freezing.”

“And now we’re in the upper seventies,” her father agrees.

Alyssa manages hold back a physical sigh of relief, bringing a stalk of asparagus to her lips. Her parents chat about the weather, and she keeps her head down—metaphorically speaking.

“How was your afternoon, Alyssa?” her mom asks, bright eyes on her. She lowers a slice of steak back to her plate and clears her throat with a brief glance at her father.

“Uneventful. How was yours, mother?”

She inclines her head, a conspiratorial smile playing on her lips. “Absolutely boring. My husband and daughter were hidden away in their studies all day.”

She laughs before Alyssa can feel guilty. She reaches across the table and brushes her fingers over the back of Alyssa’s hand, forgiveness promised in her eyes.

“Hidden away?” her father remarks. His words flow warmly, a rare grin directed at his wife. “My door is always open to you, Carmen.”

“And watch you approve paperwork all day? No thank you, sir!”

Alyssa can’t help but smile at the exchange.

“And you? You were upstairs for quite a while.”

The sharp change in her father’s tone straightens her spine, and her my expression morphs back into one of bland interest as she turns to meet his eyes. The sudden movement jolts her headache, and she isn’t able to hide all of her wince behind her clenched jaw.

“I was catching up on some reading for class,” she lies smoothly.

“I see.” He nods and leans forward in his chair. “You don’t look well.”

She hesitates, unwilling to admit the truth. She can’t imagine her father’s reaction to her losing several hours of time would be good, so she waits for the jammed cogs in her brain to churn out a suitable response.

“It’s just a headache,” she promises after a long pause, ignoring the way her stomach somersaults as she speaks. “Eye-strain, maybe. I was reading for several hours.”

“You shouldn’t work so hard.” Her mom’s serene interjection prompts her father to return his attention to his plate.

“I lost track of time.” Alyssa offers her a smile. She mirrors it, then turns back to her husband to discuss their upcoming trip to the capital.

Alyssa wastes no more time clearing her plate and asking to be excused. Her mom tells her to take an ibuprofen from her purse in the front hall, which she does on her way back upstairs.

Back on the third floor, she pauses at the door to her study. Just a few steps down the hall, her bedroom waits. Her bed waits, and the pounding behind her eyes feels like reason enough to take an early night.

With a sigh, still, she jerk the door open. She left the lights on, and the glare shining from the glossy cover of a textbook almost turns her back around. She stubbornly crosses the room and takes a seat at her desk.

The leather book waits for her, and she nearly flips it back open on impulse. She glances over at the stack of texts to her right, the slip of paper poking out of the first with a list of tasks.

She lifts the book, the rough cover feeling familiar under her fingertips. The cover doesn’t bear a title or an author, just the letters B.O.F. embossed across the front. She runs a finger over the initials, then the edge of the cover.

The trailing string on the bookmark knocks a pen from the desk, and she straightens up. Within moments, the book is hidden away in the desk drawer. She can read it later, when she’s gotten some work done.

Her work is much harder to get through than she may have hoped. Her headache slowly fades, but she can’t concentrate. Her thoughts keep circling back to Oxford, her friends, and the look on her mother’s face when they spoke in the family room.

That woman has been through enough.

She drops her pen on the desk and groans, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. She’s been reading the same line over and over for the past—she can’t even see how long it’s been because she doesn’t have her phone!

You don’t need to know the time when you’re working. You’re done when the work is done.

She shakes her head in her hands, banishing her father’s words into the ether. He’s taken enough energy from her today.

It’s not fair.

She rises from the chair, every movement sticky and slow. Flicking the desk lamp off, she pads to the door, covering a yawn with the back of a hand. She only made it through two of the six readings due, and she still hasn’t touched the worksheets, but she has all of Sunday to get them done.

She barely registers the walk down the hall to her room. She doesn’t bother turning the lights on, merely kicking her shoes off on the way to the bed and falling face first onto the pillow. Her father will likely have words with her if he catches her sleeping in her clothes, but she doesn’t care.

#supernatural fic #oc/oc fic #my writing #pearl handled shotgun #alyssa showman #there he is #my boy jared strife #aka knock off dave strider #oh damn this means i have to make a character page for her too huh #FUCK #i should do one for stephanie and jared too but ehhhhh #we'll see

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Hell On A Angel- Happy Lowman

Song- Hell On A Angel By Brantley Gilbert.

They said I was baptized in dirty water By the hands of the devil himself Between the banks of a Whiskey River Beside the Highway to Hell I got scars on my heart and knuckles I got debts that I can't pay Yeah but I got a blessing sent down from heaven Baby you're my saving grace

Pacing the room, waiting for time to go by faster. This day was going to be the best day of your life, you were finally marrying the love of your life. She was amazing, she didnt care about your job or how you made your money. The only thing she cared about was that you came home alive and that you were loyal. You fell deeply in love with her the first time you saw her three years ago. She was like a drug that the high was so great that you kept taking it and over dosed. Your mind and heart racing, you didnt notice Kozik coming in the room. "Hap..Happy". "Huh". You chewed on your fingers. "Its time brother, you're getting hitched". He gave you a bear hug. "I cant wait, I'm so fucking nervous". You looked at your hands shaking. "Dont be, she loves you and you love her, thats all that matters". He smiled, slapping your back. "Lets get this party started and get you a wife". "Here we go". Kozik and you walked outside to the tent that was set up for the wedding and reception. Feeling the wind blow, the sun shining on your face, you new Y/N picked a great day for your wedding. She worked so hard to get everything she wanted and you wanted to be in the wedding. It was a classic biker wedding but with alittle hippy style to it. "You look good Brother". Said Chibs as he gave you a hug. "You nervous, you look like your sweating". Jax grined. "Nah, I'm good". "Cant wait till shes finally mine". You played with your kute. "She looks real pretty, we just came from her room". Tig smiled wide. "Guys, I think I'm gonna throw up, to be honest". "Dont do that, then Y/N will have to find someone else to kiss". "I so volunteer". Tig laughed. Happy shook his head. Chibs smacked Tig on the back of the head.

Girl you got an outlaw Ready to lay down all my guns A dirty old hound dog Learning new tricks like cuddlin' up You've got a hellcat purrin' like a kitten You've got a sinner down on his knees It had to be hell on an angel Lovin' the devil outta me

Smiling at Gemma, you couldnt stand still. It was taking to long to get ready. "Y/N hold still or I'm going to be sick". She laughed. "Can I just run out there and just get this over with". "I hate waiting". "I think your having trouble waiting for is the honeymoon". Lyla giggled. You smirked. "Is it that obvious". "Yeah it is, its like your in heat or something". "Your not right". Gemma laughed. "No Gem I'm not". "I just cant wait for husband and wife sex". "Is it different"? "Not really". Lyla said. "Its alittle more exciting tho". You blow out the breathe you were holding in. "Can we start"? "Yes, I'll tell them your ready". Gemma got up, walking to the door. "SHE'S READY, LETS START THIS WEDDING". She yelled . "I could have done that". You laughed. Hearing the music, you picked up your flowers and grabbed Juices arm. "Lets get you married".

You'd tell me how did I get under This leather skin I wear Beneath the callouses and tattoos Around the walls I've built down there To this heart I've broke and guarded All alone out on the street flyin' Yea it takes an angel to fly with a free bird Baby we've got the sky You heard the cabin door slam, it was finally happening. She was stunningly beautiful. Her dress fit her to a tee and showed of her amazing curves. Looking from head to toe she was so..you lost words. Walking down she was passed to Tig, then to Chibs and last to Kozik to give you away. It was her way to get everyone in the wedding. "Hey Handsome". "Hey Gorgeous ". Happy smiled from ear to ear. "We are gathered here to day to bring Happy Lowman and Y/N Y/L/N together for eternity and beyond. "They have prepared their own vows, Happy would you like to go first"? Happy nodded. "Y/N, your are the most amazing person I've met". "You make me smile, when things are going bad". "You make me a better person, the way I live and the things I do, you still love me. "I love that your a spit fire and you can hold a drink". He laughed. "You're not like other girls I've been with". "You take such good care of me and I love you for that". "Mom loved you, I feel her with us today". "She always told me that you and I would get married but I didnt believe  her". "And I wish she was her to see this and our kids grow up". "You were there when she was in the hospital, nursing home and when she died". When I was broken you were strong". I cant tell you how much that meant to me". I love you and nothing with change that". "You are my one and only". "I love you Mrs. Lowman". You, the club and Happy wiped away tears. "Wow Hap". Tig said. "Its your turn". "Happy, when I first met you, you tried to be this big bad biker but I guess I wore you down". "You turn out to be a soft, warm, caring, loving person". "I couldnt ask for a better husband and father for our kids". You sniffled. "You make this spontaneous person come out of me, you get these amazing ideas and your so creative". "Our children are very lucky to have a dad like you". "You will teach them to defend their selfs, love their selfs and mostly be loyal to one another". "Family comes first and I love that about you". I wish when our child is born, your mom could have been there, but I know she will be in spirit". She raised such a wonderful human being". "I hope that I could be just like her". "I love you Mr. Lowman". "If anyone objects then do so at this time". "Umm, Hap you for got something". Kozik piped in. Happy rolled his eyes. "I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my harley" Happy and the guys chanted. You laughed. "You may now kiss your bride". Happy pulled you close, gentle grabbing your face and kissed you deeply. All you heard was clapping and whoos. Your mind was blank at the passion that came from his kiss. "I would like to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Happy Lowman".

Girl you got an outlaw Ready to lay down all my guns A dirty old hound dog Learning new tricks like cuddlin' up You've got a hellcat purrin' like a kitten You've got a sinner down on his knees It had to be hell on an angel Lovin' the devil outta me

The reception went off with a bang. Drinks, food and music was flowing. You sat at the table and looked around at your family. You couldnt be happier. "Hey Wifey". "Did I tell you how stunning you look today". "Hey, Hubby". You laughed. "I think maybe four or five times but whos counting". "I really hate those names". Happy said as he took a sip from his beer. "I do too, let just go back to our old names". "Alright Little Girl".  Happy smirked. "Yes, Daddy". You giggled. Can we get the bride and groom on the dance floor. Happy grabbed your hand and lead you to the dance floor. Swaying back and forth, with Happys hands on your lower back. You were in heaven. Never wanting to leave this moment. "Y/N"? "Yes, my Love". "I was wondering, in your vows you kept saying our kids". "Yeah so". "Are you trying to tell me something or what". A smile cam across your face". "That I am". "You are going to be a dad in eight months". Happy danced speechless. You new he was excited, his grip on your lower back pulled you closer. "I cant wait". "Your going to be a great dad".  You laid your head on his chest. "Your going to be a great mom". "Mom would be proud of us". Tears rolled down your cheeks. "Yes she would, we came so far and our lifes are just getting better". "I love you". You both said at the same time.

Hell on an angel, on an angel Girl you got an outlaw Ready to lay down all my guns A dirty old hound dog Learning new tricks like cuddlin' up You've got a hellcat purrin' like a kitten You've got a sinner down on his knees It had to be hell on an angel Lovin' the devil outta me

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #sons of anarchy #happys-crazy-queen22

[stormpainter]

wickedPainter: Wicked was standing in the mess tent, hair wild and untaimed, stained with purple blood, helping the clowns with these big chunks of meat he'd brought for the brothers and sisters.

carnivalsOrphans: Ringleader walks in, sees Wicked and immediately starts smiling. Even despite all of the embarrassment of the chat room, he is still so excited to be able to spend time with his moirail. He comes over, envelops the filthy troll in a hug as soon as he's not actively holding meat, and tries to pretend he doesn't see all the knowing looks from the clowns in the tent.

wickedPainter: He knew he was there, of course he knew, he was right where he was supposed to be, and he leaned back into the embrace, a purr rattling up shamelessly in front of all of these witnesses. "Shows over?"

carnivalsOrphans: Any attempt at not blushing is ultimately futile, and he leans down to give the tip of a horn a small smooch. "Yep. Sure is." And then, softer. "You're a damn mess." It's an attempt at being private, but it's really not hard to guess the gist of what he said, considering the purple that spreads down his neck and over the visible part of his earfins.

wickedPainter: The clown smiled a mischevious smile up at his moirail. "Someone probably better ought to clean me up then." He told him.

wickedPainter: "Is't workin?" He asked innocently.

carnivalsOrphans: He gives his moirail a squish, huffs at him. "You know damn well it is."

wickedPainter: "Good" Somehow he managed to make purring sound smug

carnivalsOrphans: He is officially done. Time to lean down and just pick Wicked up, bridal style. "You little brat."

wickedPainter: Arms went around the enormous troll's neck and the completely filthy one snuggled into his arms. "Pretty sure you enjoy it"

carnivalsOrphans: Nothing to do here, time to head out. And it has nothing at all to do with all the people softly cracking up from him being ridiculous. Of course. "I'll enjoy it more once I got you to myself."

wickedPainter: "I'm gettin you all dirty" He noted.

carnivalsOrphans: "Guess we're just gonna have ta shower together, ain't we?" Very flustered clown trying to seem as cool as possible.

wickedPainter: "Guess we gotta, its the only way." he kissed up under the other clowns chin. "do each others hair too."

carnivalsOrphans: He just... Eyes Wicked's fucked up hair for a moment, fuck. How is he supposed to hide his face in that? "You gonna make me walk all the way back to my tent with palebait in my arms, or you gonna just take us to your hive the quick way?"

wickedPainter: "I feel like bein an exibitionist." he smiled with half lidded eyes.

carnivalsOrphans: "You're lucky I love you too much ta drop you," he says with a play growl that doesn't even remotely sound scary.

wickedPainter: "I know I'm lucky. Luckiest damned motherfucker, dont deserve you." he nuzzled up at his jaw.

carnivalsOrphans: He can't help how he purrs. "You're the one who's been takin care of my ass for the past while in there. Don't know how I got so lucky, ta find you."

wickedPainter: "Who the shit knew I'd find someone who needs me?" he leaned his head into him.

carnivalsOrphans: He pretends he doesn't see all the people casting knowing looks at him as he goes through the field of tents. "You wouldn't think I'd be so damn needy, considerin how long I've gone without."

wickedPainter: "Why would you wanna do without when you dont gotta?" He told him, he was smiling his little smile, pleased with all the looks.

carnivalsOrphans: God damned exhibitionist. "You're a goddamn blessing, Miramini, I am glad I got you around ta keep my head on straight."

wickedPainter: "..I like yo' pet name for me." he nuzzle his cheek into him. "..I tolt you I love you?"

carnivalsOrphans: His purr goes from soft to loud at the words. "You mentioned it a few times, yeah." Everything is nice right now, and it's hard to give as many fucks about everyone watching when he's so happy to have Wicked with him.

wickedPainter: "Good cause my memory aint great and you need to know." That purr was so nice, he pressed his ear against RL's chest and let it vibrate through him.

carnivalsOrphans: "I love you so much, brother, don't think I've loved someone so much in a long fuckin time." He wants to pet his moirail, but his hair is crunchy and dirty with blood and salt, and he doesn't want to hurt him. .... Scritch softly at a horn bed.

wickedPainter: He leaned into the touch of fingers on his scalp purr going strong. "How'd I get to be the lucky one?"

carnivalsOrphans: "Dunno. Probably cuz you're my miracle." Finally to his own damn tent, he ducks inside and just flops down for a moment to snuggle and kiss at Wicked's face.

wickedPainter: Wicked cuddled into him, he was perfectly content to be held. "think the gods gave us to each other if thats a thing."

carnivalsOrphans: "Serendipity." Purrrrrrr. He'll head to Wicked's place soon, for the sake of a nice shower that will fit them both and a bit more space to lounge, but he just wants to be alone with him for a few minutes.

wickedPainter: The smaller clown returned all the kisses on his face and pet a hand into RL's hair, leaning his head onto his shoulder. "Might well be. my other two are."

carnivalsOrphans: He tries not to make a face at the thought of him being in the same category as Tarrat, and mostly succeeds. "Yeah."

carnivalsOrphans: The word is curt and a bit clipped but he tries to cover it by kissing at Wicked's jaw more. "Love you brother."

wickedPainter: He frown pulling gently away from the kisses, although he stroked his hair."whats wrong?"

carnivalsOrphans: "Why would anythin be wrong, brother?" He nuzzles in close, purring at his rail softly.

wickedPainter: He scratched his fingers behind an ear and played gently with tiny fins "cause you dont seem to like bein compared to my other quads"

carnivalsOrphans: ... That feels too nice to be entirely fair, and he leans into the touch. "... I like em fine. For the most part."

wickedPainter: "Mm- for the most part?" He tried to coax him.

carnivalsOrphans: "You ain't gonna like this answer," he warns, leaning into the attention while he's still getting it.

wickedPainter: "probably means I oughta hear it."Look at those cute little ear fins, he needs to give these more attention than he has.

carnivalsOrphans: He huffs, turns his head slightly to kiss Wicked's wrist. Trying not to dislodge scritchies.

carnivalsOrphans: "... tarrat pisses me the fuck off."

wickedPainter: Mmmm. He hummed and brushed RL's hair away from his ear. "What'd he do thats so bad?"

carnivalsOrphans: He's just going to pretend he doesn't know tarrats probably watching. "Called Vel a psychopath and referrin ta him as that thing ya brought hive. Can't remember exact words, but I remember the gist."

wickedPainter: "That all?" He tilted his head.

carnivalsOrphans: "And talk about Vels triggers like its just him bein insane. And seemin none too fond of me."

carnivalsOrphans: "... get protective over my little brothers and sisters, and I'm real fond of Vel, mad scientist he is."

wickedPainter: The clown in his arms found one of Ring's hands and brought it to his mouth to kiss it, and spend a moment organizing his thoughts while he nuzzled at fingers.

"Tar loves me. A ridiculous motherfuckin amount. I think some of its cause I'm the only one he has left, but even before that he was my best friend, and more loyal than anyone I've ever seen in my life, short as it may be. He would do anything for me, even if he don't like it too much- cause he wants me to be happy. Like switchin quadrants to flush."

He drew a breath in and let it out slowly. "Vel ain't good for me. Hes a target I brought hive cause he managed to fuck me up, and got fixated on. Hes also screwier than a fuzzy dildo, and its hard to predict when hes going to randomly decide he wants to see what colour your insides are an how they're put together personally. Now I aint.. sane either. Auditory an visual hallucinations, delusions, irrational rage. Donno how much of it is just me and whats because my head was fucked by a terror. .. Donno how much of Vels crazy was what I did to him, an how much is natural for him, either. Tar just wants to protect me, though. Hes seen him try to kill me, an hurt me, an tear me the fuck up so many damned times. We're..workin on it, me and Vel."

carnivalsOrphans: The enormous clown considers his moirail's words, for a long moment. "... Can admire Tarrat, some, for his devotion. And can see where you're comin from, with Vel. .... But he told all that shit to a stranger. And not like a warnin, said it like it was just gossip. How long til he starts Gossipin bout all the shit you and I say? ... Don't it bother you, that he's so intent on draggin Vel? Even if Vel's got a goddamn truck full of issues, don't it bother you that Tarrat's just airin it out goddamn everywhere?"

carnivalsOrphans: "That's what's really botherin me. Just.... Him fuckin not keepin secrets secret. And I know he. Lurks, sometimes." All the time. "Makes me damn uncomfortable."

wickedPainter: "He aint gonna gossip about us." He pressed his face into the hand he was nuzzling. "Hes frustrated with my choice not to keep myself safe, an his livin situation havin to share with Vel. ..an I do love Vel, don't mistake that, hes a tempest but one I wanna sail, whether its good for me or not." He was quiet a long moment. "..I can promise you he aint interested in us gettin intimate but. ..if you want I could turn the transmission feed off. I aint ever done it before, but I could." [:: | Edited :: ]

carnivalsOrphans: He runs his thumb along Wicked's cheekbone, leaning forward to kiss a horn tip softly. "Can.... Understand his frustration, I guess. .... But it still makes a motherfucker bristly." And then, after Wicked's suggestion, he looks over him. "... You know how I feel bout my secrets, brother. ... And bout bein seen as weak. And I love you, and i'll show you all of myself, so long as you're willin to see, but. Him. He... He don't... .... I didn't think i'd be sharin my time with you all the damn time, even if he ain't payin attention. I can't... Know that." He runs a hand over Wicked's crunchy hair. "If you feel alright turnin the feed off, it'd. Make me feel a lot better, bout a lot of things."

wickedPainter: He hesitated and quietly squeezed at RL's hand closing his eyes and opening them. "..do you know what its like to have grown up an always had someone in there, not just him, Them, too. I'm alone an its too damned quiet." He hesitated and decided not to say something else. His god tier would protect him if RL's impulse control broke. "..but I can, for you I will, for makin peace an settlin you, an keepin your secrets."

carnivalsOrphans: ".... Could." ... He clears his throat, softly Considers Things for a few moments. "If you don't wanna have things be quiet. I could..." He pulls from the depths of his sylladex a magic wand made of his own horn. ".... With this, I got voodoos. Could be with you."

wickedPainter: He blinked quietly at the wand and reached out hesitantly, almost touching it but not quite. "aint never shared like that with voodoo. Mines real strong but I aint good at like, subtle shit too much."

carnivalsOrphans: "I'm gonna have two," he pulls out the other, unfinished. "... Used ta be amazin at subtle shit, way back when. Vel said I could have one of the most powerful voodoo focuses in the multiverse. And this one," he hefts the first one slightly, "is for... delicacy. Sublety. ... and if ya get uncomfortable with sharin panspace with me, all ya gotta do is knock this fucker outta my hand. I want you feelin safe around me."

wickedPainter: He contemplated the wand thoughtfully. "if someone was tryin to get control of me or somethin, this'd be how they do it, gettin me to cut off my help, and let them into my head." He put voice to the paranoid narrative running through his thoughts. "A few perigees work, then you got yourself a laughsassin with some programmin he let himself get put there."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the back of RL's hand. "Don't wanna make it sound like I don't trust you, thats just the shit my pan is sayin'"

carnivalsOrphans: His expression breaks a moment, and the wand goes away. It.... Hurts, more than he thought it would, for Wicked to have those sorts of thoughts about him, but he can understand it entirely. And it's entirely true, if that's what he wanted, he could have it about that easily.

carnivalsOrphans: "... I love you. I want you ta feel safe around me. Safe as I can, at least. ... You ain't gotta do nothin you don't want to do."

wickedPainter: "Gon turn off the feed." He murmured. "..but I've had a lot of people dickin around in there, that I couldnt stop from doin that." He glanced up at him. "..guess its a lot like you not wantin me to take your rage to calm you maybe."

carnivalsOrphans: "... I'd feel all hollowed out, and weird. Don't like fuckers messin with my emotions when I can't control it." He kisses Wicked's forehead. "I don't wanna dick around in your pan. I like your pan how it is."

wickedPainter: "My pans a motherfuckin shit show, but I'm glad you like it."He let out a breath quietly. "..me gettin us some for sure privacy help shit with you feelin all upset bout my flushmate?"

carnivalsOrphans: "..." He could say yes, and it'd be over with, and Wicked'd indulge him, and it'd feel Better. ".... If ya just. ... I don't need it off every time I want us ta chill together. I just... ... When I'm panickin, or when I'm tellin you bout personal shit... ... And if you do that, I'll feel better. And I'll try ta make peace with him, cuz fuck knows he probably thinks i'm out ta get him or somethin." For no reason, of course. None At All.

wickedPainter: "its real sweet of you to compromise on that shit" he murmured.

carnivalsOrphans: "... I love you. There ain't a lot I wouldn't do for you."

wickedPainter: "it'd just be nice if some of my quads didn hate each other." he settled his head against his chest. "..me neither." "..things I wouldnt do is vanishinly small"

carnivalsOrphans: "... I like Vel. And I'm pretty sure he likes me. ... And I'll try ta like Tarrat, for you. Sure I can find somethin we get along on."

carnivalsOrphans: He pets Wicked softly, purring at him in some attempt at comforting.

wickedPainter: "He did sue the shit out of the people who had us arrested for you." he murmured.

carnivalsOrphans: "... Which was fuckin fantastic."

carnivalsOrphans: "Pretty sure that was for you, but."

carnivalsOrphans: Details, details.

wickedPainter: "He didn' have to include the carnival in it" He told him mildly.

wickedPainter: "I worry bout him but you dont wanna hear bout that"

carnivalsOrphans: "If it's important ta you, it's important ta me."

wickedPainter: He snorted softly, smiling.

carnivalsOrphans: Plus that puts them on more even terms, on knowing things about eachother.

carnivalsOrphans: He kisses a horntip. "What is it that's got ya worried, brother?"

wickedPainter: "..hes got spark somewhere in there, I've seen it, but ..caint tell if hes depressed or what. he just does what hes supposed to do. lets his sense of time take over, kinda sleep walkin through the motions a lot of the time."

wickedPainter: "..which granted I do some times but his is fuckin all the time"

carnivalsOrphans: "... Did tell him he needs ta get out more, the first time we talked. Make some damn friends, or somethin. ... Much as it's good he adores you so, it ain't really good ta be so fixated on the one person. ... Know some people find solice, in plannin everythin out. In havin everythin planned for em. ... Mayhaps you could just. Ask him ta include ya in some of his plannin? For just fuckin around or somethin. Even if he knows it's comin, takin him out or some damn thing might help him wanna do it more himself."

carnivalsOrphans: "... normally, i'd suggest a jolt of spontaneous, ta see what he does with it, but that don't really work with him i don't think."

wickedPainter: He looked thoughtful. "Could take him out more- we been out a couple of times foolin around on that earth vel likes. need to fuckin ..enter more variables."

carnivalsOrphans: "Yeah, he does have a fuckin spreadsheet or somethin. And hell, if he really likes doin those so much, addin more variables means more time spent doin that, right?" Shrug. "If it's what he enjoys."

carnivalsOrphans: ".... Just. Ask him what he wants to do more. He don't make decisions. Make him make em."

carnivalsOrphans: "... Dunno. That's my advice. He's sorta... Opposite me."

wickedPainter: He hummed softly and nodded against him then murmured. "..salts dyin an itchin like crazy."

carnivalsOrphans: .... Time to pick the boy up, all at once purring. "Jammin done, let's get ya clean. Ya damn exhibitionist."

wickedPainter: He leaned up and kissed him on the chin. "damned straight"

carnivalsOrphans: "Half tempted ta just sling ya over my damn shoulder next time, so we ain't lookin so pallid."

wickedPainter: "you don want people to know?" eyebrows

carnivalsOrphans: He bounces him in his arms. "I want everyone ta know. But I don't want people ta see."

carnivalsOrphans: Let's head over to Wicked's hive at last.

wickedPainter: Time to go and be ridiculous in a shower!

carnivalsOrphans: And then spend a while doing hair and paint and potentially claws and Ringleader softly contemplates letting Wicked polish what remains of his horns.

carnivalsOrphans: .. He decides against that, for now. He'll do that later, when him and Wicked have a full night together.

wickedPainter: ((cuties))

carnivalsOrphans: [[i know it's so gay]]

#paragraph RP #carnivalsorphans #valencedichotomy #mind control// #mental health//

[nashville-escort]

TOG Short Story

Dorian, Manon, and the Thirteen were taking a break in the cool woods after several hours of hard magic and sword fighting lessons. The sword fighting was mainly for his benefit, Dorian had to admit. He managed to convince the Demon Twins to give him lessons. He was good, but he wanted to be better. Seeing as to how magic is not entirely dependable he did not want it to become a crutch. And every so often after weeks of practicing for hours everyday he found himself besting some of the best in the Thirteen. And as far his magic was concerened... holy burning hell, Dorian thought. After he destroyed an entire castle with just his voice he knew he was powerful, but he never knew the sheer might and the complexity of his magic. It was an endless abyss, infinite and unlimited; unyeilding. Tempermental when provoked. Aven, Manons grandmother, informed him that his magic was raw upon more training and seeing him summon and control anything he wanted, and that she had never seen anything like it. The rarest and deadliest kind, sheer undiliuted power. To do whatver you desired. she marveled. The kind of power people tell stories about. Weeks ago Dorian had found out that his family line was blessed with the brute power of Mala Fire Bringer herself, and the raw magic of her daughter, Elena Galaynthius Havilliard. So that meant that his children and their children and the entire royal Havilliard line would be blessed with this power as well. Dorian tried not to think about children with Manon standing beside him, worried that she would see the thoughts on his face. Especially with their relationship growing and progressing, he didnt want to scare her away. Then he started laughing. Scare Manon, he thought. Ha! "What's so funny?" Sorrel, Manon's Third, asked walking up to him. Dorian noticed the other Thirteen staring at him as well and Dorian smirked. "Just wondering how I'm so lucky to be surrounded by such beautiful people." He smiled. Vesta snorted, and Ghislaine laughed while the other Thirteen were trying to scowl at him but he saw their smiles breaking through. They had started off hostile towards him at first but apparently after a heated argunment with Vesta in which Dorian refused to back down they grew to respect him a little bit. And weeks of traveling and fighting together, and afterwards joking and laughing he could tell that against their best efforts, they started to like him. And according to Manon, the respect and kindness he'd shown them all only strengthened their opinion of him. The Crochans had even started warming up to him. After a conversation with Annabee, Manons neice, she stated that she didnt expect to like him as well. But found that he was polite and nice, and not what she expected of a King. Because he was unlike any King she'd ever met before, and she couldnt help but like him. And that he never tried to give orders or insert himself. He wasnt cruel and arrogant. Well Dorian thought, I do have a habit of charming witches. But then she told him not to let it go to his head or else she'd kick his ass. Well, to an extent. Snapping back to the present, Dorian opened his mouth to say something else when he heard the sounds of people laughing from a few yards away. The fact that people could be laughing at a time when war was right on their doorstep only intrigued him more. He walked further into the woods with the Thirteen surrounding him and found the source. Over 300 men, women and children in a huge campsite made up of many tents set up in a circle with a huge fire in the center, and matts and cotts closer to the fire holding more people. The people were laughing and marveling at a boy in the very center who was making a handmade flame thrower. Literally. Fire spewed and flew from the central hearth, lighting up the green and brown of the forest around them. The kid was waving his hands and the fire mimicked his movements. Swirling in the air in a high circle. The adults had stopped their cooking and talking to watch, unaware of their other audience a few yards away. "Amazing," Manon whispered, coming to stand beside him with the silence only a lethal witch could have."He'll be a powerful weilder when he grows up if he already has this much skill, likely without any training." Dorian could only nod. When his power had first manifested, it just came out; usually in the form of ice. Later with practice and focus he could harness it, control it. The kid wasnt just strong he was gifted. He saw other smaller flames inside the bigger ones dancing around. Damn. He is twenty, this kid had to be around thirteen and he has more control at his young age then Dorian had when he was nineteen. He caught the eye of an elderly man around the same time he noticed them. He nudged the girl next to him and the girl yelled, clearly startled by the witches surrounding him. The boy halted and the flames died down. And all the adults looked to where the girl was staring in our direction, stopped laughing and stood up. The men grabbed their weapons and took a defensive stance. Even the people on their cots stood up and faced them; eyed him and the witches wearily. Dorian held both his hands up in the universal gesture of peace; even as he felt the witches put their hands on their own weapons in the presence of hostile territory. He even took notice of how the Thirteen formed a tighter circle around him, Manon steeping slightly in front of him hand on her sword and Sorrel and Vesta beside him. The people all looked to one man who seemed to be the leader. He walked in front of their camp his chin high and chest out and barked, "What do you want?" That accent--- the Adarlanian accent, shined through. Dorian almost let loose a sigh of relief. These were his people. But looking at them, he wondered how they really felt about their Crown Prince now King. And judging by their faces; some blank others incredulous, he wondered how many of them actually knew what the king looked like. Or if they suspected they wouldnt expect a king to be sweaty and dressed in casual clothing. "We heard the laughter." Dorian replied. "We're staying nearby and taking a break and wanted to see what all the fun was about." And while he was speaking he saw the hostility in their eyes lessen at the sound of his accent, Adarlanian through and through. Of course, he is their soverign. Dorian locked eyes with the young magic weilder for a second. Then he knelt on the ground and put his hands on the soft earth. He could feel the heart of the ground and he called to it, telling him that he meant no harm. He felt the spirit of the ground, stubborn and slow, surge up and his magic merged with it. This was also another new aspect of his magic that he discovered when he was bored while he was experimenting with it. Merging with the heart of something and making it do whatever he wanted. Gasps sounded throughout the area as flowers started to sprout from the ground and cover the entire woods. Daisies, sunflowers, roses and lilics. He stood up saw the looks of utter shock on the faces of everyone and turned his attention to the fire and held out his hands. He felt his magic buzz in his veins, that infinite craft that called to him with the promise of starlight and sunshine. With focus, he put a shield on the ground to protect it first so it wouldnt burn and then watched as two twin trails of fire seperated from the hearth and surged to meet his hands. He stood before them as the fire spread from his hands and up to his elbows. If possible the gasps got even louder. Smiling, Dorian willed his own flames to meet them and watched as the flames increased ten fold. Then he heard a loud sizzling as he used his water magic to put the flames on his arms out. Then came the ice. Dorian saw his people shift as the temptature dropped significantly. Ice and frost spread with the sound of cracking bones. Strong and thick. From his limbs as the entire area, trees and all, got covered in white. Then the winds picked up. Dorian also put a shield around his people and his court as he raised his arms and willed the winds to roar louder, gain speed. Soon he had his own miniature storm going. And feeling he'd done enough Dorian lowered his arms and the winds stopped. With a wave of his hand the ice melted into water and fed the ground and flowers. Silence. Every single mouth was hanging open and staring at him in amazement, even the Thirteen. The young boy approached him, and he saw other children do the same. "You're a weilder as well?" He asked, with the same accent of Adarlan as me and the man. Dorian smiled. "Thats right. Not nearly as good as you but I think im okay." The boy barked a loud laugh. "Are you crazy? That was amazing. I've never seen anything like that." Dorian laughed. He looked around at all the people and wondered, "Where are you all from?" The man who was the leader answered and confirmed his suspicions. "Adarlan. We fled Rifthold after the city was attacked and have taken up refugee here for the time being." Dorian willed himself to stay calm. Even though he could feel his magic wanting to punish and destroy those Yellowlegs that ruined his capitol. He felt a hand on his arm and saw Manon give him a small smile, probally knowing what he was thinking. Dorian gave a small smile in return. "Have you all heard about the upcoming war? Between the Valg who was impersonating the old King's duke and Adarlan and Terrassen?" A woman snorted. "Of course. We all miss our home and can only hope that there will be something left once this is all over so we can return." Dorian felt his heart skip a beat, their home. "So you are all proud to be from Adarlan? Given what people think of it and us?" A fierce looking young woman huffed. "We dont give two burning shits what people think of us." Oh, she's from Adarlan alright. "We know who we are. The old King is dead, and even if he wasnt we would still be proud to be from Adarlan. Its a beautiful place. With green hills and valleys and water. It should not take the blame for the actions of a trumped up King. And people shouldnt judge someone they do not know. From what I gather from after the Kings death and King Dorian shutting down the slave camps and relasing the other kingdoms that shows us that he's not a tyrant like his father. And even if he is we are Adarlanians, born and raised. We're on Dorian Havilliard's side, even if there isnt a Dorian to lead it. We are going to live like Adarlanians even if there is no Adarlan. And were going to do what we've been doing for all our lives; perservere and conquer. Now and always." A chorus of "now and always" echoed her. And Dorian fought the urge to break down sobbing right there. He cleared his throat. "And have any of you heard any news about King Dorian?" "No." The man said. "We heard he fought when the witches attacked the city, but that he was taken away by his guards for safety." Another man snorted. "Cant say I blame him. I'd be heading for higher ground too." Dorian laughed. "And he's more useful to us alive than dead." the man continued. "He cannot make things better for us if he is dead." "We hope that he is okay. He is the future of our home. Our world. And our King." The leader said. Dorian eyes were starting to get damp. He managed a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah he is." He sniffed, "I happen to be a close personal friend of the King himself." They all murmured to each other. And he heard Ghasilene give a small laugh. "Really?" The boy asked. "Definitely." Dorian said. "He is a great man, a humble man" he hesitated for a beat, "And a powerful magic weilder. And I heard he will fight along side the Queen of Terassen against Erawen." "We didnt know the King had magic," the woman said. Dorian laughed. "Oh yes he has magic alright, very powerful. I hear thats what he's been doing in his absence. Training his magic and finding forces to fight Erawen." The woman sighed, "Gods hope this war is over soon. Rifthold is the only home we've ever known." Dorian gave a huge sigh, then turned his attention to the small community. His community of people. Staring into the face of the king they loved and they didnt even know it was him. "My dad says that with my magic I could be a great warrior someday." The boy said. "Indeed. You could be a great warrior, or a blacksmith. But you cant always rely on magic. How good are you with a sword?" The boys eyes lit up. "Great! I can even beat my dad and my brother and they're two of greatest warriors I know." Dorian laughed and looked over to where the boy tilted his head and found his dad and brother smiling at him, the latter shaking his head. "How good are you?" The boy asked. And the people laughed. Dorian laughed as well. "Well, judging by what ive seen from these beautiful ladies" he gestured to the witches around him. "I'd say I'm pretty good as well." A man with keen brown eyes stepped forward and looked Dorian over closely. Dorian felt his breath hitch and tried to stay calm. "Have we met before? I feel like Ive seen you somewhere?" Dorian gave a small laugh. "Maybe. I am from Adarlan so in passing perhaps? Ive been told I have a very pretty face." He said batting his eyelashes. At that the witches and his people laughed. The man's cheeks heated and he stepped back. Dorian turned back to the boy. "You could be a great warrior, or a magic weilder. You could do alot of things. You could keep fires going for cooking at all times, you could boil water. With the right training and a place to learn and grow and practice your gift." "And where would that be? There is no such place in Adarlan." The young woman asked. And with those words something hardened inside of Dorian. This talented boy, having to master his power all by himself with no one to teach him or turn to. He knew what that felt like, and he would make sure this boy wouldnt struggle for long. "What's your name?" Dorian asked. "Rory." The boy replied. "Well Rory, you know how I said im a close friend of the King's?" Dorian asked. The boy nodded. "Well, a few days before the attack on the city, the King told me his plans for his kingdom, plans that would continue to be in affect and if anything happened to him that I should be the one to make sure they get carried out." Dorian said. He rose to his feet and looked at the assembled citizens of Adarlan. "You are all loyal and dedicated people of Adarlan." Dorian said in a loud clear voice. "And what Im about to tell you should be top secret but Im sure the King would understand. If not then I'll deal with the consequences myself. When the war is over and we survive wait till the city is rebuilt and then come back home to Rifthold. The entire kingdom will be rebuilt better than it was before. And there will be a place. The Academy of Magic." Dorian said, and he saw the father and brother of the boy looking at him with respect in their eyes. "Regardless of what many people may think the King knows what its like to be alone. And rejected, and forgotten." Dorian's continued, his voice catching a little bit but he regained his composure quickly. "And he doesnt want anyone to feel that way. His father was an evil man, he left the world worse then it needed to be. King Dorian is not going to do that. He's going to leave the world better than he found it, or I will. I give you my word." He took a dagger from a stunned Manon and sliced his palm. He watched as his blood dripped on the soft ground and then he looked at Rory, who eyes were bright. "Spread the word. Adarlan will be home to the Gifted, just like you." He locked eyes with the fierce looking young woman. "And the Bold, like you." He then locked eyes with the sharp brown eyed man. "And the Cunning like you." He then locked eyes with the older woman. "And the Kind like you." He then locked eyes with Rory's father and brother. "And the Brave warriors like you. And we're going to bring honor back to Adarlan. And create a kingdom that will be talked about everywhere. And a city for the ages." He noticed the sun was setting and realized they should be heading back. He turned back to the group assembled said to the five who he had singled out, "Come home to Rifthold. Go to the castle and ask for Chaol Westfall, and he'll take you to the King. The Court of Adarlan would be honored to have all of you." The leader thanked Dorian profusely and said he would make sure word spread to all Adarlanians everywhere. And then announced that it was getting time for bed. But then Dorian suddenly had a thought. He stooped down and put his hands to the ground again and then there was a slight tremor. On the outside of the encampment, they all watched as tiny green leaves started sprouting an assortment of vegetables. Corn, tomatoes, beans, peas, etc. Cheers of surprise and gratitude sounded throughout the area and Dorian laughed heartily as he found himself on the recieving end of several hugs and kisses and claps on the back. The citizens dispersed, but not after shooting him respectful and grateful looks and stares. Dorian Havilliard, King of Adarlan, bent down and said to the children and Rory, "Do not be freightened of what makes you different. It makes you special, and Adarlan will be home to people like you, just like the King himself, understood?" They all nodded and skipped off. Dorian turned back to the witches who had been utterly quiet during the entire thing and saw them looking at him with open respect. Then he turned to Manon and his breath was stolen as he saw the pride and love shining in her light mocha eyes. And as they walked back to the Crochans, Dorian's heart swelled when the Thirteen tightened in around him and he saw them straighten themselves out and stand a little straighter, as if they were proud to be with him.