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roseykat · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 14

TITLE: Some things are better left unknown

PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x Felix x reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: a threesome with Chanlix where you’re yet to discover a very sobering truth about the pair of them.

TAGS: explicit language, threesome, oral sex (f!reader receiving), porn with plot, use of the name 'baby girl' and 'angel', swearing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex but protected anal sex, double penetration, big dick!Chan agenda, praise, slight body worship if you squint, kissing/making out.

A/N: Aussie line fucks hard, bye. (If there are mistakes, I will fix them. Currently running on v low sleep)

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TAGLIST: @mal-lunar-28 @luneskies @queenmea604 @kibs-and-bits @kbitties @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung

Milk, nori, rice, raw tuna, coffee, yoghurt, bread, and eggs.

This was all Chan sent you to the supermarket for. All of which could have been easily picked up from the convenience store down the road. Maybe minus the raw tuna which has to be high grade since Chan wanted to make an attempt at onigiri for the first time. However, you would’ve saved an entire trip to the busy supermarket.

Not to mention, grocery shopping sucks in general. At least that is when you’re on your own. In your apartment that you share with your good friends Chan and Felix, two people are responsible for the shopping per week which rotates each time.

If you’re with Felix, sometimes you both tend to muck around. Not to mention forgetting almost a quarter of things on the shopping list which ends in a stern lecture from Chan. On that matter, if you’re with Chan, it’s an in-and-out task at the store in less than ten minutes.

Efficient and practically timeless.

Even though it’s no trivial matter, you manage to get through the pointless shopping before heading home to the apartment. These could’ve been picked up at the convenience store, you think to yourself again. A sigh leaves your lips as you unlock the door, bumping it open further with your hip as you slide your shoes off.

“I’m back. Remind me to buy an umbrella next time-”

Your body freezes on the spot. The bag of items falls from your possession, collapsing onto the floor. Something inside it broke but it’s nowhere near enough a distraction for what is in front of your eyes.

Maybe you need your vision checked because if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, then you wouldn’t have just seen Chan and a topless Felix who are both making out. The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, still lip-locked until they caught onto your presence.

For the few seconds you stood there, rooted to the ground, felt the absolute longest.

Neither of them was as internally panicked as you when they noticed you standing there. Nor did they have hundreds of questions zapping around their brains in the span of a few seconds. It was like your entire vocabulary had turned to dust and were blown away because there were no words to describe what the hell was happening.

Maybe it was a dream.

“T-That was quick,” Chan stammers with an awkward chuckle, breaking away from Felix, almost pretending like nothing just happened.

Felix looked like a complete mess. Dark brown hair mangled - clearly from Chan either running his fingers through it or tugging it - the air gets stuck in your throat with those two theories in mind, painting very interesting visuals and an odd sensation in your stomach.

Chan looked equally dishevelled. There’s a dark red splotch peeking above his collarbone that you had no trouble guessing how it got there. On top of that, his pants were already half undone, and his lips were bitten red and wet, and they both looked so…so…

“What…the fuck…” you manage to speak once your mind has cleared the only one per cent of its capacity to grasp the circumstances.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Felix quickly says as he stands up from Chan’s lap and walks over to you.

It was useless for him to try to take advantage of your shell-shocked state because once your surprise had completely thawed out, your words started coming back to you.

“Oh my god, what am I even doing?” You ask, clamping your hands over your eyes, ready to head right back out of the apartment. “I’m heading out.”

“Wait!” Chan calls out, arm outstretched towards your direction. “You don’t…you don’t have to go. If you want, you can maybe join us. If…if you like.”

Join them? Blindsided by those words, there was no trouble for the difficulty you had in trying to figure out if you heard right or just imagined what Chan said. Why would he ask you that question? But more importantly, why were they hooking up in the first place? It was evident that there had been something going on between Felix and Chan - unless this was just a new one-time thing.

However, even if it wasn’t, you had been left out of the secret. Nonetheless, you quickly came to your senses. Whether they hook up or not is none of your business.

“J-Join you?” You stammer.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Chan emphasises. “It’d be rude to not let you in on the fun.”

You definitely weren’t hearing things, and this wasn’t a dream.

At first, you can’t understand why you’re even considering their request, but there is one piece of information that sprung to mind and that’s your sex life. It hasn’t been entirely sex-filled as you’d like it to be, not to mention your slight lack of experience with threesomes wasn’t vast - but it also wasn’t limited either, especially after that encounter you once had with two of their friends Changbin and Hyunjin on a separate occasion. Although, they didn’t need to know that at all.

That being said, this takes the cake. You can’t even comprehend what Chan or Felix are like in bed but, the opportunity seemed too ridiculously hot to pass up.

“You...you want me to-“

“Like Channie said, if you want,” Lix assures you, interrupting your babbling.

You aren’t somewhat surprised that Felix would ever want a threesome. He’s had sexual partners here and there in the past, multiple ones at a time. However, Chan never struck you as the type to have sex with more than one person. Even after a year of living with him and getting to know him, he’s still pretty private and exclusive.

With the matter at hand and the more you think about the prospect in front of you, you aren’t opposed to the idea. So with your brain taking full control of your body, you hesitantly step over the discarded groceries lying on the ground. This is happening. Felix picks up on the right cue and extends his hand out to you as you take it gently.

He guides you over to the edge of the bed where Chan is still sitting, but as you’re led over, he rises to his feet. There were a few seconds where you’re a little bit bewildered by what’s going on, but when you look into Chan’s dark eyes and as he takes your free hand, you become more centred.

Before you know it, he leans down to kiss you and kisses you good. You’ve never felt anything like it and as Felix releases your hand and sneaks behind your body, your mind starts turning into jelly. He gently swipes your hair to the other side of your shoulder while his other hand freely roams around your waist, underneath your shirt to feel the heat of your skin. His mouth places chaste kisses from your shoulder up to your neck.

It feels so heavenly to be sandwiched between them; Felix kissing, biting softly over your skin while Chan continues to explore your mouth. It was impossible to think that just a few minutes ago, you were at the grocery store and now a complete world shift just seems to be occurring within that time frame.

Chan breaks away from you for a second, kissing you tenderly one last time before sitting back down on the bed and moving up to the headboard. God this is really happening. You’re too deep in it now to not follow him like a lost, yet obedient puppy. You can see that he’s hard and want to touch him so badly but-

“Sit between me and face towards Felix,” he instructs before you can even reach for him.

Your cheeks burn. While you have no idea what’s entirely in store, your body is getting excited and very obviously, so is Felix. He crawls over to you once you’re snug in between Chan’s legs before he tugs your shirt up from the hem and tosses it aside. Then, he finds your lips and kisses you until you have to silently beg and chase him for it.

Squirming in place, you feel hot and subjugated by Chan sitting behind you - snaking and trailing his hands around your now half-bare body, and Felix in front of him, who’s now gone on to give his supposed man some attention too.

He’s up on his knees with his body so close to you that you can feel the heat from him. Chan tilts his head up from resting on your shoulder and lets Felix take what he wants. The slick wet sounds of them both kissing along with the tiny moans you can feel in your ear, makes you shiver all over. You’re only still comprehending this all, that this is still actually happening.

“So needy,” Chan says as he breaks away from him, inches away from his face when Felix hears and feels you unbuckling his belt. He straightens back up and consumes how flustered you are, observing the way you blink up at him pleadingly, displaying how badly you want it now.

Felix smirks, gently grabbing your face with one hand and lowering down just enough to kiss you senseless again. But he cannot stray away from his other plans so frees himself from your lips to help slide your pants off down and discards them to the side.

Immediately, you can see where this is going.

“Aw, look how bad you want it,” Felix comments, swiping his thumb over the damp spot of your underwear with enough pressure for you to muffle a whine by biting down on your lip. You do want it bad and already seem to be losing a fight to the pleasure Felix is barely giving you.

“Don’t tease her too much,” Chan cautions.

Felix doesn’t seem to hear the warning for him as he helps you shimmy your underwear down. From there, Chan takes over. He hooks both of his legs over yours and separates them to not just expose you for Felix but to hold you down for what’s about to unfold.

Heat accelerates through your cheeks as you feel embarrassed. At this point, your brain hasn’t caught up with the fact that you never show this much skin, let alone any skin in front of either of them. But that was going to be an afterthought for you when Felix distracts your mind by gently prying your legs open from your bent knees.

Pathetic whimpers slip past your lips as Felix lies down on his stomach, his face inches away from your pussy while he pets and glides his two fingers in between your folds.

Your head shoots back onto Chan’s shoulder, very narrowly missing his face, “f-fuck…oh my god.”

Without warning, you feel the tip of Felix’s tongue lap a few times over your clit. If it weren’t for Chan acting as a human restraint to hold you down, there would’ve been a solid chance of you lurching forward. His arms are still wrapped around your abdomen, preventing you from moving forward so that you can take what Felix is giving you.

It’s cruel, but Chan thinks it’s necessary for you to feel everything. Which you do when your hands grip each of Chan’s thighs, nearly squashing him backwards between you and the wall.

“How does it feel?” he asks you.

“F-Felix, mmm-” you breathe out his name, unable to answer properly and feel some vibrations from Chan’s chest to suggest that he was chuckling. Mainly at the fact that you weren’t able to directly answer his question.

But it’s not long until the room quickly fills with your whimpers and moans mingled with the beautiful wet sounds as Felix keeps eating out your pussy. Tingly sensations spread like wildfire throughout every cell in your body from his mouth. It’s gradually becoming impracticable to keep up with his tongue. Not that you’ve ever imagined it before, but he does give good oral, good enough to put your breathing pace out of whack when he sucks on your clit.

He’s not afraid of enjoying himself either. You can hear and feel his moans reverberate throughout your lower half. It even adds to the sensation of bliss that’s forming a knot in the pit of your stomach. So even though you don’t know, this is as good for Felix as it is for you. To him, it’s like going to heaven.

What you also didn’t seem to know was when Chan unclasped your bra from behind your back and placed it to the side. His hands went from just holding you to now groping and playing with your tits as your body continued to melt into Felix’s mouth.

“You’re loud aren’t you?” Chan whispers in your ear, rolling both of your nipples in between his thumbs and fingers to make you mewl and squirm. The different methods of pleasure send interesting messages to your brain that only make that crest of ecstasy build higher.

You can only mewl until coherent words appear in his brain and out through his mouth, “s-sorry.”

Felix’s head game is so ridiculously mind-blowing that it makes you forget what language you speak.

Chan chuckles, purring into your ear, “don’t be sorry. You just can’t help it can you?”

His hand circles up to your jaw, tilting it towards his face. He confirms in his mind how much of a mess you are. Cheeks stained pink with a fucked up expression that reads ‘I need more’, to which Chan reaches down and kisses you, sloppy and lazy.

The velvety feel of your mouth when you open up more is slick with warmth. It’s starting to become more obvious how close you are when you start moaning repeatedly into Chan’s mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you after this,” he breaks away, just inches from his lips again.

You never would’ve guessed that Chan was even capable of forming such a dirty sentence. Then again, you never would’ve guessed that you would ever be in the position that you’re in now - having a threesome with your two housemates.

“I’m…you’re gonna make me cum,” you sob, turning your head towards Chan on his shoulder, almost as if you were trying to escape the expansion of euphoria. He couldn’t help but kiss your forehead, waiting for you to brace for that wave.

“Yeah?” Chan rouses. “Want to cum for us baby girl?”

You nod, too helpless to form an answer when you’re on the cusp of a forceful orgasm. He underestimated the strength he needed to hold you down, especially when you’re about to cum. So just when he needed to add more force, your body stiffens. Your legs so desperately crave to clamp around Felix’s head to help triage the pleasure, but it’s no use when Chan has you completely locked in.

Your eyelids flutter, head pressing back further into Chan’s shoulder, “yes! I’m cumming!”

With ragged, heavy breathing, the all-consuming pleasure takes you by the throat as the pleasure surges without control. Even though you’re being held down, it doesn’t stop your body from quivering. It lasts for what feels like an entire minute – one of the best orgasms you think you’ve ever experienced.

Felix’s tongue slows down to a snail's pace, licking a few final stripes before kissing his way up your body, from your clit, abdomen, and then up to the base of your throat. His chin glistens as he adorns a smug smile.

“Fuck…” you sigh out defeatedly, the aftermath of experiencing a volume of pleasure was starting to take its toll. “Oh my god.”

Chan kisses the side of your head, “sound so beautiful when you cum. Lix, switch with me so I can fuck her, yeah?”

“Wait-“ you pause, trying to reorient yourself as you hold onto Chan’s forearm for support. “I wanna ride you.”

Felix looks down at you, “you sure angel? Channie isn’t exactly small.”

From that statement alone, it was obvious to you that Felix was speaking from experience, a strong indication that they had in fact mucked around at least once in the past if not multiple times. But it didn’t matter if Chan or Felix for that matter was packing twelve inches, you needed to have something inside you to tame that need of feeling full.

“I want to ride you-“ you nod to Chan – “but I want you to fuck me at the same time-“ you indicate towards Felix.

Neither of them expected you to be into that. Then again, they didn’t necessarily expect you to join them in bed either so anything was a surprise to them at this point. Chan and Felix can’t deny how insanely hot it is to hear you not only ask for them to do something but specifically ask you to do that.

“Are you sure baby?” Chan has to ask you for assurance.

“I can…I can take both of you.”

Still stunned at your answer, Felix ushers to Chan, “you heard her.”

He cannot lie and say that he’s not excited, because he is – they both are. So while Felix goes into the bedside table for a condom and lube, you move yourself off of Chan, turn around and start unbuckling his belt and helping him take his jeans off, almost like you’re in a rush. The imprint of his hard dick is enough to make your mouth water, and as Felix said, Chan definitely isn’t small.

“Easy, I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles, reorienting himself on the bed so that his head is on the pillow.

Felix returns with the items he needs to help prep you, taking it as a sign to straddle over Chan’s legs and slowly tug his black boxers down. His cock springs onto his abdomen, the dark pink tip reaching just under his belly button. He had to be at least eight inches. Maybe just under, just.

“Ready angel?” Felix asks, kneeling behind you as you straddle Chan. The position would allow you to not only ride Chan but to take Felix from behind too, a dream so delicious that you can’t help but wonder how it was still all possible.

“Yes,” you mutter.

“Okay then,” he replies.

Chan then holds the base of his cock steady for you, watching you slowly take those eight inches. The tip of his dick gently slots into your pussy, taking your time with sinking down. The warm heat engulfs his length, already sending shockwaves throughout his lower half.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan says encouragingly, his fingertips delicately massaging over the skin of your things. “Good girl.”

You bite down on your bottom lip at the extraordinary stretch. In the meantime, Felix squirts a dollop of the lube onto his fingers to warm it up a bit before applying it to your hole.

He thumbs over it, sending shivers up your spine. It’s vital to him to make sure that you’re prepped well for him to fuck your ass. So he starts small by slowly inserting the tip of his finger, before gradually using slow yet long strokes, enough to make your head loll back.

Felix has to express in awe when he sees the result of your efforts to fully envelope Chan’s length, “look at that. You took all of him, angel.”

You know very well that you have because you can feel him in places that other men in your past haven’t reached. The stretch still sings a bit but it could easily be confused with the gorgeous satisfaction of Chan filling you right out.

“So…big,” you strain out, scratching your nails down Chan’s abdomen, almost like a cat, just not as painful.

Meanwhile, as Felix has slowly been stretching your hole out with his fingers, he uses his teeth and his free hand to peel the foil back of the condom packet. He had already freed himself from his jeans when he went to reach for the lube beside the bed so was hard and ready to roll the condom down his cock.

“M’ready Lix,” you say to him, unable to see the smile you brought to his face from how eager you are.

“I know baby, just one second,” he replies before aligning his cock with your hole.

Very carefully and slowly, he starts pushing his tip in. Your eyes flutter shut, steadying your breathing in the process in preparation to take all of him as well. Chan rubs up and down your arm, distracting you from the temporary sting. With the lube doing its job, Felix can continue to push in at a leisurely pace right until he has the majority of his cock wrapped up by you.

“Doing so well Y/N,” Chan says reassuringly. “Just stay like this for a bit until you’re ready to move yeah?”

You nod, allowing your body and muscles to relax and ease into the pleasure that’s starting to fade out the burn. It’s difficult to comprehend a fuller feeling than this; to have two cocks stuffed in you to the hilt, and after a few moments of getting used to it, you slowly start to move.

“Mmm, yes fuck,” you sigh with satisfaction, using your hands on Chan’s abdomen to steady your body as you being to move your hips. “You both…feel so fucking good inside me.”

Your words were difficult for Felix to not listen to who was trying to ward off from thrusting for a little bit until you were comfortable with him starting to fuck you. It wasn’t until your movements became a bit quicker that he began to catch up to your pace. Very quickly did the room turn into a space brimming with moans, wet sounds, and the sound of skin slapping. It was plenty to add to the intense sensation you were hurtling towards.

Chan’s eyes are fixated on watching your pussy swallow his cock with every long stroke you take on him, “oh my god.”

With his tank top still on, Chan lifts it by the hem and holds onto it with his teeth. It wasn’t just to make sure that your hands weren’t going to be slipping on him as you use his abdomen to support yourself when you rock down, but it was also to restrict a whole bunch of moans that were about to rip through his chest. But even that couldn’t put a lid on the groans and growls rumbling from him.

“Taking us both so well angel,” Felix says exasperatedly in your ear.

His deep yet velvety voice has you leaning back slightly so that half of your back is pressed against his chest. With the help of you turning your head towards his face, Felix’s mouth crashes onto yours, almost tasting the remnants of yourself from before. He kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth like he’s going to die if he doesn’t.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls, diverging from your mouth to dive into your neck to suck a few hickies in and groping your tits from behind. “Can’t get enough of you dammit.”

You sob out as he pinches your nipples, but also when Chan reaches down to your pussy, finds your clit and begins to rub in perfect motions, “god – fuck, I can’t…s’too much!”

Their cocks hit spots so phenomenally that each time they stroke over them, your holes involuntarily clench around them. Not to mention the total stimulation they were feeding you.

Felix’s hips haven’t faltered since they started pumping forward into your ass. The upward curvature of his cock seemed to be scratching the part of your brain that is responsible for making your eyes roll back. Chan’s dick on the other hand had you shaking. The length and girth were sickeningly satisfying.

“Not gonna last,” you whine, still keeping up the same pace when you rock down on Chan and feel Felix continue to thrust in and out. “So close…”

The hem of Chan’s shirt is long gone from his mouth, already given up on trying to suppress whatever was going to come out, “gonna cum for us again, huh? Such a good girl, taking us both at the same time.”

Chan couldn’t lie either, but he was close a long time ago, probably the second you decided that you wanted to ride him. Felix happened to be on the same page. He couldn’t get over this entire situation, finding it so fucking hot that even just a dream of it would be a blessing.

Words start to slip away from your brain once more. Aside from your orgasm swimming towards an astronomical high, you try to cling to that amazing feeling before it eventually disappears. But all good things come to an end. Your nails dig into Chan’s thighs while Felix has one arm barred just under your chest as the other hand doesn’t let up on your nipple. It throws your pace off balance and staggers your breathing when you start reaching that very pinnacle of euphoria.

“Yes! Fuck, I’m cumming!” You scream out.

Your thighs clamp around the frame of Chan’s lower half, shaking and shivering in place as the pleasure reaches its apex. Felix didn’t let up on his pace, fucking you all through your orgasm as Chan replaces your motions by fucking upwards and into you. Both of your holes spasm and contract around their dicks, enough to actually make them cum by the time you’ve reached the height of your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, holy fuck, s’too good,” Felix’s head rests on your back, watching his cock disappear in and out of you before he starts to bust inside of the condom. His fingernails brutally dig into your hips when he cums.

Your moans easily fill up the room once more now that you have no choice but to succumb to the euphoria when your orgasm hits its hardest. Chan’s head tips back further into the pillow, eyes screwed tight shut as he’s hit with a tsunami of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he exclaims loudly, his chest heaving up and down as he spills inside of you. He’s lucky that he did because as the pleasure reached a point where it was too much for you to bear, you slowly lean forward towards Chan, their cocks sliding out of you in the process.

On each exhale your body shudders, like the surges of aftershocks while the pleasure slowly plateaus. From this angle, Felix can still see you contracting, watching Chan’s cum leak from your pussy. If he wasn’t so fucked out, he would’ve had the energy to eat you out again.

In saying that, he is the first to recover and come to his senses a bit faster than either you or Chan. He takes the condom off, ties it, and discards it in the rubbish bin in the corner of the room before putting his boxers back on. Meanwhile, you’re still panting trying to catch your breath, resting on top of Chan’s body, you feel his hand run soothingly up and down your spine.

“Such a good girl for us,” he says caringly. “Felt so good.”

Felix sits beside you both at the top of the bed. He cards a gentle hand through your hair, observing your distant expression, “you there baby?”

You blink up at him and nod, your brain still trying to process that sort of orgasm.

“When you’re ready, we’ll get you cleaned up yeah?” He smiles softly down at you.

As the minutes ticked by, Felix lent you a helping hand to stand up when you were ready. Even though you were wobbly on your feet, he still guided you to the bathroom and ran a nice hot shower. Both Felix and Chan joined you in a bid to make sure you knew that they were there, dousing you with as much praise as an individual could get – and they meant every word.

When you were ready to hop out, Chan fetched you one of his warm jerseys and placed it straight over your body before telling you to hop in his bed while he went to gather up the towels and clothes from the bathroom. Just as he was picking up the last items, Felix caught him right as he was about to walk out.

“She okay?” Chan asks him.

Felix nods reassuringly, “out like a light.”

“Alright then,” he sighs contently. “She’ll probably be asleep for the rest of the day.”

“Mm,” he hums, staring at a space just to the side of Chan who picks up on the subtle behaviour.

“Is there something wrong?” Chan asks as a slight concern balloons in his chest.

“When are you going to tell her?” Felix asks.

Chan stares at him, trying to figure out what he means, “tell her what?”

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, “that you like her, idiot. That we like her.”

That had been a distant thought for Chan for some time. The possibility of that ever working out between the three of you seemed like a long shot. You only all slept together. There was no depth to it other than that even though deep down, Chan would’ve liked it to be for the sole purpose that he likes you. But it’s not just him.

It’s also the one standing at the doorframe, staring right back at Chan; Felix.

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sepherinaspoppies · 2 months

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Only If For A Night (ii/?)

pairing: Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen x Modern! Reader

summary: In Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead), she gets forcefully transported to Westeros and meets her favorite book character, Aemond 'One Eye'. She asks and begs for his help to send her back home after realizing this was a world she did not want to live in. Unknowingly to her, her favorite fictional man had already grown too attached to fully let her go.

warnings for this part: physical assault, derogatory behavior, mentions of rape, blood, violence, Aemond sorta unhinged in protection mode lol.

wc: 3,271

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When she was a little over the age of six, she remembers when her mama happened to be two hours late to pick her up from elementary school. She stood outside the school gates with her Hello Kitty backpack and her Bratz Dolls lunchbox in hand, waiting until she was the only kid left.

When she was close to giving up and deciding to walk the fifteen minute walk home, a tall dark haired woman with sunglasses stood in front of her offering her a ride home. She was a bit hesitant at first, the woman was a complete stranger, yet the way she was dressed, elegant with an expensive buttoned green trench coat and a Chanel bag, made her wonder what harm could be done in taking up the kind offer. The woman looked rich enough to adopt a kid of her own and besides she was a woman, just like her mama.

The woman must have seen the uncertain look in her face, resulting in her pulling out a Paleta Payaso out of her bag and saying she had more in her car if she simply followed. She remembers smiling and nodding, taking the woman’s hand while she unwrapped her favorite candy.

Mere seconds before getting into the car, she heard her mama call out to her and before she had time to explain, the woman in the green trench coat was gone into thin air. The only trace of her was the chocolate marshmallow candy in her hand…

Don’t take candy from strangers! Her mama warned. Except she did.

That occurrence that had been stored in her memory was what awoke her. There was a burn in her eyes as the sun’s rays hit directly at them from the window, blinding her vision. She wondered if her abuela intentionally opened up the blinds to get her ready for their usual mile walk around the plaza.

Except, she received no response after the three times she had called her out.

Odd.

She gradually sat upright, wincing at the pain radiating throughout her back. Gods, how long did I sleep for? She mused before releasing a long yawn, stretching out the ache within her muscles.

Immediately, she feels her stomach drop down to her feet as she takes in her surroundings. All at once she starts to recollect everything that Alyssandra did and said.

The tea. The blood. The marigolds. The sapphire…

She ponders if all had been some sick cruel joke or a scam to steal some pesos out of her mercado bag. Unfortunately, she had none. Maybe ten pesos which basically converted into sixty cents. Not much could be bought from that.

“Alyssandra?” She calls out, though it’s proven to be useless. It appeared that the cottage had no other occupants but herself. A series of spewed curses leaves her lips as she but all feels a strain in her back and neck. The saying of laying in a bed of rock, couldn’t be any more truer.

After a few stretches and rubs to her neck, she begins her search for her belongings: her dress, her mercado bags, and her Fire and Blood book. But to her bewilderment, none of her stuff laid previously on where she saw them last.

Everything of hers was gone. Or better yet, stolen by that bruja. Including her wallet, her groceries, her shoes, and even her bra and underwear.

Great. Shoeless and commando it is.

Without turning back, she exits the rustic cottage and tries to figure out some kind of explanation that didn’t sound implausible in the ears of her abuela.

Adivina qué abuela, en lugar de tomar un uber fui estúpidamente a la casa de un extraño porque estaba lloviendo. Y una bruja me robó mis cosas y me drogó. Por eso estoy vestida así, sin tus compras y sin zapatos. (Guess what grandma, instead of taking an uber I stupidly went to a stranger 's house since it was raining. And a witchy woman stole my stuff and drugged me. So that's why i'm dressed like this, without your groceries, and without shoes)

The word ‘tonta’ lingered in her head with the same scolding tone as her abuela’s. Yea she was tonta alright.

She figured with Alyssandra gone and the fact that she thieved her belongings, she sure would not miss a bundle of cempasuchiles from her garden. They were fresh and bright enough for the ofrenda and it was at least something she could bring back after being robbed.

She uses the small mental notes as a guide to lure her back to the pueblo and halts halfway into the forest depicting two vital things into her surroundings. One, it was daytime without the residual wet smell one would distinguish after it rained. Two, the grass beneath her feet was free from moisture as if it had not rained and stormed one bit.

Strange.

Instead, she smelled something faint amidst smoke and ash and something else she couldn’t quite identify. She shrugs, maybe someone left out the carne asada on the grill for far too long. (roasted meat)

The bundle of flowers in her hands nearly drops once she fully exits the forest, she expects to see the street that she had taken with Alyssandra but to her puzzlement she is met with an open field of uncut grass and hills that she had never seen before.

As far as she knew the pueblo only had mountains. For a moment she thinks she took a wrong turn out, but she was certain this was the same very path that she followed Alyssandra to. However, curiosity turns into panic, when she spots a large gothic looking castle in the distance that resembles where a particular vampire, Dracula, lived in.

Except this castle appeared to be in ruins or decaying and something told her that not only might have the Dracula resided in there but many ghosts as well.

Where the fuck am I?

It’s not long until she hears loud hoofs in the nearby distance, galloping closer and closer. She hides between a large tree and some bushes, covering up her mouth to restrain her heavy breathing and panting.

She peeks through her shoulder, spotting three men high on their horses wearing some sort of armor medieval knights would wear. In the middle of their chests, a green surcoat was worn over their armor, a golden three headed dragon engraved in the center.

A sigil.

The marking was vaguely familiar from somewhere. Some place. Something.

Through the corner of her eye, she sees all three men coming to a sudden halt. Not too far from where she hides, a middle aged man saunters with his head hung low examining thoroughly at the ground. He hums as his eyes find hers over the end of the trail of faint footsteps, giving her a cruel ‘I’ve got you’ tight lipped smile.

Fuck.

“Look at what we have here!” She gasps, the man grips her forearm impossibly tight, forcing her out of hiding into the views of the others. “We found ourselves a whore!” He whistles as the others laugh. “She’d be good use to us back at camp. Take her with,” Another man snickers.

Rage seethes right through her, “No, let me go. I’m not a whore!” She sneers, pushing his hands away from her body as the man snarls and takes a hold of the roots of her hair but she is quick to act as she curls her hand into a fist socking him straight in the side of his nose.

In that moment, she was thankful for learning such a bold move she mimicked from a Lucha Libre fight her cousins invited her to. (professional wrestling)

The man lets out a painful groan, holding a very bloody nose between his fingers, anger written all over his face. “You fucking bitch,” He hissed, using the back of his hand to slap her so brutally that it sends her directly to the dirt.

A metallic taste swims around her mouth, no doubt her own blood and looking at the few drops on the grass all but confirms it. She hears the other men laughing and she feels too hazy and shocked by it all to continue to fight.

“R’ ye done?” The man asks. She knows he is talking to her, and she looks up at him with furry eyes as she spits her blood against the top of his shoes as an answer.

All four of them rode back in silence. They cut through most of the trees with ease, passing by other knights with the same sigil printed on their chest, circling around a large cliff that hoisted up the ruined castle. Those who were not guarding, hauled lines of other contrarily dressed knights over wagons. Most likely prisoners, she assumed.

Gerald, whom she came to know as the knight who struck her, kept her securely bound with a knife to her throat as a warning to not try and fight him. She knew it was a foolish move to do so. But at some point, she deliberately pushed herself forward against the knife hoping this all had been some weird dream or hallucination that she could wake from.

But to her frustration, it surely was not.

Every single thing about this seemed odd… How did Alyssandra expect her to find a sapphire in this place? And where exactly had Alyssandra send her to?

So far, she’d been led astray, drugged, displaced (to put it lightly), insulted and assaulted. And somehow, she knew her journey had only just begun.

The smell of smoke and ash became more amplified as they barreled further up the cliff. She but all felt like a tiny ant amongst the rubble once the four of them arrived inside the castle’s gates.

There were five towers in total, she counted, all of them tall but not equally the same height. Erosion was a plausible effect of why the castle was in ruins. However, as she looked closely it was quite clear that it was not caused by natural agents of wind or water but that of fire.

But what kind of fire melts stone?

They stopped near the stables, where more men similar to them sat on wooden benches either dining or sharpening their tools. Tents were set up near the most bizarre looking tree she had ever seen. It had eyes with what appeared to be blood pouring out them, leaves that looked like hands waving to her as the branches pendulated.

“Move,” The guard said after he carried her off the mount. She glanced at her possible options of routes for escape. Not many were good enough for a safe return back to the cottage or better yet the woods. It would be a stupid move to run the way they came, guards guarded the main gates and most of the town.

Her best bet was going through the small hallway opening that led inside the castle itself. Perhaps through there, there might be some kind of exit that was unguarded.

No.

“Did ye not hear me, whore? Move!”

She gritted her teeth in fury as Gerald pushed her in the path of the tents.

All color and emotion drained from her face when she heard it. Screams and cries and small pleadings of ‘no’. Groans, growls, and the slaps of skin echoed right back.

At that very moment, it hit her that she was overhearing the acts of rape.

She felt her heart drop down to her stomach. Anger, horror, icy and deep sluiced through her for what these evil and vile men were doing. As she glanced up, tall flagstaffs waving tripartite pale, blue, red, and green on white sigil dresses up in the sky.

Their clothing…

She wanted so much to hurt them as they did to the women. Perhaps even more. Not a single person attempted to put an end to this and she had a feeling that they wouldn’t either. What kind of place did Alyssandra send her? And why did she choose this one?

Why Alyssandra?

She swallowed that useless and weak feeling that rested in her throat. If she couldn’t save them, she could have a chance in saving herself.

She glanced between the small opening and the knights, deciding. If her calculations were correct, she had a sixty percent chance of outrunning them and potentially hiding inside the melted castle. Luckily she was small enough to fit into tiny surfaces.

The guard shrieked as she stomped heavily on his foot and struck him right in the place she hit him from before. And with the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she broke out in a run before anyone had a chance to seize her.

By how fast she was running, one would’ve thought she was in the olympics. If her high school gym teacher could see her now. Perhaps she could’ve finally given her an A.

She saw one corridor unguarded and open and without hesitation, she took it. She glanced behind her, noticing a few men catching up to her and while her feet started to ache she ignored it and continued to run faster.

Carelessly and unknowingly, she felt the front part of her body collide against cold hard metal, causing whatever she clashed in to move.

It was then when she saw the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Stop. Go. Now.

Rage sketched in his features at first. Then his eye locked into hers and that rage quickly went away into something she couldn’t quite describe.

Shock? Awe? As if he finally found what he was in search of.

“It’s you,” He said, his lone violet eye wide and wild as he stumbled backwards, a hand clutching at his chest.

Me?

She drunk in the rest of his appearance. He was exceptionally tall, the kind of tall where she could already feel a strain in her neck from looking up.

He appeared to be not that much older than her, perhaps around mid twenties the most. His hair, curated into a half up-half down hairstyle, was an angelic type of silver that reached just about the middle of his chest. It looked silky smooth and soft and she fought the urge to run her fingers through it.

A scar covers and paints the left side of his face underneath a leather eyepatch that suits him so well. Something about him feels eerily familiar. She had seen him before but to put a name on him was difficult.

This definitely was going to bother her.

She watched as he brought a hand to the left side of his chest, about to speak again when the guard from before came, gripping harshly at her forearm. “My Prince, I offer my sincere apologies. She outran us and–” Gerald’s anxious explanation was interrupted by the man as he held up his hand to silence him.

Prince?

Of course he’d be a prince. With hair that lucious and shiny and silver— Her lips parted open and her eyes widened in pure realization.

The sigil on the surcoats and on the banners. The black castle where they had taken her...

Holy fucking shit!

The one and only, Aemond ‘One Eye’ Targaryen, stood directly in front of her. How was this possible? How could it be? He was just a character. How could he be real?

Que mierda’s esto? (What the fuck is this?)

His expression shifted and his lone eye darkened, noticing her very sheer attire that left nothing to the imagination to what was underneath. Unfortunately to Aemond, if he could notice the outline of her breasts and hips, so could the eyes of his men. And he could not have that. No.

Her body was only for his eye to see. No one else.

So Aemond tore away his crimson cape from his armor, wrapping it delicately around her body, making her skin tingle with shivers.

“Thank you,” She manages to squeeze out. The top of Aemond’s lip lifted for a millisecond until it disappeared as he took heed of remnants of dried blood in the corner of her lip.

The one eyed prince became enraged, his lips turning into a sneer as his hand gripped tightly at the hilt of his sword. Who had dared to touch what was his? Especially in such a violent way.

“Which one?” Aemond whispered, his voice rough with an edge of unruliness. All she needed was to say the name of the assaulter and he would kill him.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Aemond stepped impossibly closer, “Which one did this to you?” He asked again, tone harder as he gently traced his thumb to the swollen flesh of her lip. At her wince, Aemond was readying to kill the entirety of the army.

It didn’t go by unnoticed by Aemond, the way she shifted uncomfortably against the hands of the guard that was holding her in place.

Him.

He wanted so much to peel every inch of the man’s skin off his body for all the people of Harrenhal to see or mayhaps sever his fingers and make him eat it. Death by his dragon, Vhagar, was too quick. Aemond knew his dragon had not eaten and his corpse could be something of a light snack. But it all was too easy. He yearned for this man to die a painful death. Even if it meant one less guard for his brother’s army. Aemond abhorred any kind of violence directed towards women. Especially to his one and only.

“You,” Aemond pointed towards the guard with his finger. “Stand there” Aemond gestured towards the pile of decaying bodies of House Strong. She trembled in horror, her face going pale like the color of her chemise as she saw Aemond swiftly strike the guard right across his face in the same location he had slapped her.

She heard the man cry his apologies but Aemond was not having any of it. “It’s not me who you should be apologizing to. It’s her,” He pointed his sword towards her. The guard redirected his empty apologies to her but she stood frightened to say anything.

“Now which hand was it? The left or the right?” The man didn’t answer for he did not have time to. Aemond’s patience had always been thin, especially now as his one and only was here.

If she hadn’t thrown up before she did now as all hell broke loose. Two detached arms were added into the pile followed by high pitched screams of the now armless guard crying for mercy from the one eyed prince.

She should have run from such violence. Gone back to the little cottage from where she came from now that she had the chance to escape. However she was worried what the repercussions might be especially if what she read was true about the one eyed prince being ruthless and merciless.

What would he do to her?

Aemond had turned to face his one and only, wanting nothing more to take her up the castle and undress her and make her his now that he found her. To his dismay, he would not do such a thing until they were bound in marriage to one another. And when that day came he would be at her disposal worshiping every inch of her skin like the very image of a Queen she is.

“Never again,” He whispered before he turned. The guard’s head was separated from his body in the blink of an eye.

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vixensbrainrotts · 6 months

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Wipe your tears away — Souya <Anrgy> Katawa

Content: Fluff for days

Warnings: crying

Summary: when Souya cries, there’s only one thing that can quell his troubles

Vixen‘s two cents: This is so short, could (should) be more. If you enjoy, please let me know. Also, my requests are always open, please ask me for anything!

As soon as Nahoya called, you were on your way. You probably broke around four traffic laws on the back of your bike but you couldn’t have cared. Hastily, you pushed your kickstand to the floor and darted to the warehouse. With a swift kick you bust open the doors of the headquarters, eyes frantically searching for Souya. You spotted Nahoya before you spotted his brother, and as soon as you made eye contact with the twin, you heard it.

Desperate cries warbled through the air, the poor sounds tugging at your heartstrings. In a flash you were at Souya‘s side, arms wrapped around his shoulders, your hands soothingly carding fingers through his hair as you pulled his head to rest on your chest. ‚What happened?‘ your eyes spoke silently to Nahoya who stood infant of you two, but he just shook his head ‚I dont know‘ in response.

Your mind was racing, trying to pick apart all the possible reasons for you beloved’s dismay. Scanning the space around you, you catch the gaze of any curious onlooker, your glare burning and enraged. ‚Who dare hurt him?‘ your eyes spoke for you.

„Hey Sou?“ you pat his head lightly where it rested, carefully getting his attention. The whines halted slightly, having reduced to hiccups by now, Souya‘s head shifting left and right to find more comfort against your body, his lithe arms gliding around your waist to pull you in closer. „You wanna tell me what happened baby?“ There was no oral response, only the sudden tightening of his arms, and the following gasps which were accompanied by more intense hiccups as his sobbing picked up again.

„No, no sweets, you’re ok.. if you dont want to talk about it, you dont have to right now.“ you whisper into his hair as you silently curse yourself for not having given him enough time to recuperate. You try to divert his attention again by drawing little patterns on his back and shoulders, your cheek now fully resting atop his head as you whisper sweet nothings to him in your native language.

Your magic seems to do the trick as his sobbing once again calms and eventually fizzles down into exhausted, heavy breathing. „Souya?“ you try once again, picking your head up from his, being careful to not to be too harsh with him. „Hmm..“ it was a discouraged, sore grunt he gave you, but at least he responded. Cradling his head in your hands, you lightly shift his neck to angle it upwards to look at you.

„Look at me Sou.“ you say softly to him when he refuses to open his eyes. „There you go. Hi baby.“ your voice is saccharine as you pull his eyes into a trance with your own. Completely calm, head spinning from your scent (and perhaps the heavy crying), and eyes wet and puffy, Souya looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

„Wow.“ Takemichi breathes silently, his spectating position not too far away allowed him a prime viewing to the scene that unfolded all to beautifully before him. „Yeah.“ Chifuyu, who sat next to Takemichi, replied, just as enchanted as he was. „Is she always that good?“ Takemichi whispered as not to break the trance. „Yeah, she‘s amazing.“ Chifuyu nods back and the two sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. „They‘re perfect.“

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ELVIS PRESLEY, RCA RECORDS ARTIST (Nov. 1955)

The story behind one of my favorite 50's Elvis pictures ♥

November 21, 1955: Elvis Presley at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, TN. RCA Victor Records purchased Elvis Presley’s recording contract from Sam Phillips (Sun Records) for a then unheard of sum of $35,000.

Here's the full picture: Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis, Bob Neal (his second manager, after Scotty Moore and prior to Colonel Parker) and country music singer Hank Snow at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, TN, after signing the RCA contract at the Sun Records studio, previously in the same day.

Let's read a bit about the contract, afterwards.

On November 21, Steve Sholes, Ben Starr, Coleman Tily, the Colonel, Tom Diskin, Hank Snow, local RCA distributor Jim Crudgington, and regional rep Sam Esgro all converged on the little Sun studio for the signing of the papers. Colonel Parker came accompanied by a document dated the same day stipulating that out of the 40 percent in combined commissions due the Colonel and Bob Neal (25 percent to the Colonel, 15 percent to Neal), there would be an even split for the duration of Neal's agreement, until March 15, 1956. The buyout agreement itself was a simple two-page document in which Sun Records agreed to tum over all tapes and cease all distribution and sales of previously released recordings as of December 31, 1955, while the managers "do hereby sell, assign and transfer unto RCA all of their right, title and interest in and to" the previously exercised option agreement. The purchase price was $35,000; RCA undertook responsibility for the payment of all back royalties and held Sun Records harmless from any subsequent claims. Out of all this Elvis Presley would get a royalty of 5 percent as opposed to the 3 percent that he was currently receiving from Sun - this amounted to almost two cents more per record sold, which over the course of a million sales would come to about $18,000. In addition, as the result of a co-publishing arrangement that the Colonel had entered into with Hill and Range (who probably contributed substantially themselves toward the purchase price), Elvis would now receive half of the two-cent statutory mechanical fee and half of the two-cent broadcast fee on all new Hill and Range compositions that he recorded, which would be registered through his own publishing company. If at this point he were to start writing songs as well, or, perhaps more pertinently, if he were to start claiming songwriting credit for songs he recorded, a practice going back to time immemorial in the recording industry, he could increase his income by up to another two cents per side. Hill and Range, meanwhile, stood to gain an almost incalculable advantage over their competitors in the field by securing not just an inside track, but what amounted to virtually a right of first refusal from the hottest new singing sensation in the country. After the contract was signed, there was a picture-taking ceremony, with different configurations of the various parties involved. In one Elvis is flanked by the Colonel and Hank Snow, proud partners in Jamboree Attractions, while Bob Neal, to Snow's left, jovially approves; in another Gladys plants a kiss upon her son's cheek and clutches her black handbag as the Colonel pats her on the shoulder and Vernon looks stiffly on. In yet another Sam and Elvis shake hands across RCA attorney Coleman Tily. In all the pictures all the men are beaming - everyone has seemingly gotten exactly what he wanted. After the picture taking a number of the participants dropped by for a brief on-air appearance on Marion Keisker's show in the brand-new WHER studios. "They thought it would be great fun," said Marion, "if they all came over and we announced it. So they all crowded into the little control room, and we did a little four-or-five-way interview, well, not really an interview, just a little chat. And in the course of it, I remember, Hank Snow said, 'I'm very proud this boy made his first appearance on the national scene on my section of the Grand Ole Opry.' And he was being such a pompous ass about it, I couldn't help it, but I said, 'Yes, and I remember, you had to ask him what his name was.' That was a rather tactless thing for me to do." — Excerpt: Last Train to Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley by Peter Guralnick (1994). Chapter "THE PIED PIPERS: September-November 1955".

OTHER PICTURES FROM THAT DAY - NOV. 21, 1955:

Elvis was 20 years old at the time, which means he was still legally a minor, therefore his father (Vernon Presley) also signed the contract, as his natural guardian, which is why Vernon and Gladys are there that day, in addition to the obvious reason (a big moment for their dear son).

The 1st picture below: the Colonel, Gladys, Elvis and Vernon Presley, H. Coleman Tily III (RCA's attorney) and Bob Neal at Sun Records (and a cropped picture of Elvis and Gladys just because <33); The second picture shows Bob Neal, Sam Phillips and Elvis shaking hands across RCA's attorney H. Coleman Tily III, and Colonel Parker; the third picture shows Elvis and Hank Snow that same day (Note: Elvis wearing a tie pictures were taken after the contract signing at Sun Records. The pictures were taken at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, TN), and the one after that shows Jim Crudgington (local RCA-Victor representative), Elvis and H. Coleman Tily III at Sun - Nov. 21, 1955.

The first picture in this post (a cropped picture from Nov. 21, 1955, showing just Elvis' angel face) was used as cover for the FTD box "A Boy from Tupelo: The Complete 1953 to 1955 Recordings", released in July 28, 2017 (3 CD & Book Set)

You can listen to the full 3-CDs from this box (85 tracks), below:

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If you'd like, below you can have a glimpse on the book from this 2017 Elvis box:

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st0rmyskies · 11 months

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Emergency Commissions - Closed!!

Thank you everyone for the help! Commissions slots are all filled, tips are still always welcome. I will advise if any additional slots open up in the next few weeks.

So if you’ve been playing along at home, you may know that I returned from vacation this week to find that my central air conditioning unit died. Our house sustained some damage from the system overheating. Repairs/replacement are going to run in the five-figure range and they can’t wait, since July in my area of the world means brutal heat.

So in the spirit of “well fuck me I guess,” I’ll be opening a limited number of emergency writing commissions slots, not to exceed eight depending on the scope of each work and the amount of interest I receive.

Be advised that this is a one-time thing. I don’t intend to reopen commissions after this financial burden passes.

The Basics

I write for the LoZ and LU fandoms and will accept commissions for either in-universe writing or one of my own AUs (Townhouse AU, Count Darkula, the omegaverse series, etc.).

I will write crack, fluff, angst, spice, horror, murder, whatever. Choose your own adventure!

If you’re interested in something sweet or spicy, I’ll write Linkshipping, Zelink, MidZel, GanLink, lesser-known characters, you name it I don’t care. I’m a multishipper at heart.

Characters can be cis, trans, unspecified, doesn’t matter to me.

I’m always happy to try on new spicy themes, even if it’s not something I’ve written before. This is a judgement-free zone, even if I end up saying “no thanks.” Seriously, just run it by me. I also have a handful of existing WIP options in the list below if you need any inspiration.

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The Nitty-Gritty

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A deposit will be required to lock in your commission slot on a first-come first-served basis. Deposits will vary based on the tier you select with any remaining balance due at delivery, if applicable. If I end up going over a bit and wrote 525 words for a 500-word slot, oh well, bank error in your favor.

Deadlines are TBD between myself and the commissioner depending on the scope of the work and the number of responses I get. Could be anywhere from a few weeks to a couple months. I don’t see myself letting commissions drag on past 3 months.

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Commissions are not to exceed 2500 words unless we negotiate otherwise. WIPs listed at larger word counts excluded from this rule.

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balanceoflightanddark · 2 years

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On Aang sparing Ozai

It's one of the most controversial plot developments in *Avatar: The Last Airbender*: Aang choosing to spare Ozai, one of the most deplorable human beings in the franchise. A lot has already been said on the move and likely will continue to be discussed in the future. All I can do is throw my two cents into the ring on what is a pretty hot button topic for a lot of fans.

I personally have no issue with Aang sparing Ozai.

Or rather, I think it's the more moral option available.

The question of whether or not to kill a villain is a recurring theme in a lot of fiction. If given the chance, should one execute a bad guy in cold blood? That the crimes are so horrendous, they justify their death. And the answer is usually: no. No it's not. Taking a life is arguably one of the biggest decisions one could face, and it should never be easy.

Case in point: Ozai. No one's going to argue that Ozai is a monster. He's a genocidal warmongerer who is willing to screw over his own family just to stroke his ego. Trying to advocate for his survival is to be in one of the worst positions imaginable. I can understand wanting Ozai dead.

But Aang...Aang is not a god.

The Avatar is meant to bring balance to the world, yes. But the Avatar should not be judge, jury, and executioner. Otherwise the whole point of the human side of the Avatar spirit is completely lost. To determine who lives or dies puts one above humanity and all the institutions that are supposed to punish war criminals like Ozai. Which goes against the point of Aang's character.

Aang was able to defeat Ozai and capture him to be tried fairly before the world. And it's not just because he wants to stick to Air Nomad beliefs. It's because he believes in people. That all have the capacity for good. To quote the kid himself:

Aang: Everyone, even the Fire Lord and the Fire Nation, have to be treated like they're worth giving a chance.

That everybody should be given the chance to do the right thing. Handing Ozai over to the world to be judged and his regime dismantled does give the Fire Nation the chance to do the right thing. And if they fail to do so, it was their responsibility, not Aang's (especially since they failed to do so in the comics and that caused a myriad of problems). Especially when others were in a position to kill or stop Ozai but for one reason or another failed to do so (case in point: Iroh and Zuko).

Cause Aang's just a kid. He shouldn't be a god.

Which goes into the bigger argument for Aang sparing Ozai.

Aang's just a kid.

A child.

In what universe should a 12 year old be judged for not killing someone? The same kid who naturally cracked when the Air Nomads pushed him to embrace his duties as the Avatar far too early? It's bad enough he's put in the position to save the world, now people are expecting a kid to kill now?

Aang shouldn't even be fighting wars. He should've been a kid, but was forced to grow up, a recurring theme that was there from the very first episode. Remember when Katara admitted she forgot what fun was like? Yeah. Imagine a whole world like that where kids are forced to fight in wars. And it IS a problem on all sides.

So the question remains: since when did we start believing kids should be gods?

#atla #atla meta #aang #aang meta #ozai #ozai meta #aang sparing ozai #reminder the main hero is a kid #alta aang #atla ozai

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lavender-long-stories · 7 months

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Hello! Jiang-sama here. Just wanted to re-send my response from FF here. I understand how cross-overs can be simple or complex depending on the angle you take them. But after reading your story Lavender Umbrellas I was just having a "What If" moment because I was like Kisame needs some family too, y'now. But thank you for your response. Love your writing and genuinely looking forward to reading more

For reference, this was originally a PM on ff.net that read:

I have a question to ask, out of curiosity really. Have you ever watched One Piece or read the manga? If you yes, you know Jinbei right? One of the resident fishmen? I had this weird thought of what if he was a relative of kisame'? Like an uncle or something with a familial relationship like how you would see Uncle Iroh and Zuko from Avatar the Last Air-bender/. Its a weird thought and I was hoping to hear your two cents on it. Rest assured this is not me asking to incorporate this into your story or anything like that. I enjoy opinions from fellow authors about characters and plot lines and the like.

My response was:

Yes, I love One Piece. I don't personally do cross-overs, but that is a cute idea.

To the current ASK: I do love the What ifs and Headcannons of my work. Always send them my way.

Again, I personally do not do crossovers, but I really think that the Jinbei idea for Lavender Umbrellas as it makes the most sense, with Kisame being 18 and Jinbei being 46 (makes slightly less since with cannon Kisame at 32). Maybe he is the reason Kisame is allowed to live on his own and work near the nicer school rather than going to a worse school.

Thank you for reading.

A link to the story talked about above: Lavender Umbrellas

My other KisaHina: Guarding Affections

#ask lav #kisahina #lavender umbrellas #naruto

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I was going to add a comment to your post about ST:PIC, but I felt maybe this was too long and personal of a comment. And I don't even need a response if you don't feel like giving one. But I wanted to say, I understand, at least a little. When the DS9 episode with Jadzia's same sex kiss aired the first time on live TV, I was watching, and my mother turned it off and said it was disgusting. It's not like I was a little kid either - I was a teenager. I didn't see the end of that episode until it was streaming on Netfix decades later. My mother watched TOS when she was younger, so you would think that she would've understood that Star Trek likes being on the cutting edge of social commentary.

Anyway that was almost 30 years ago and I wish the real world had changed more in that time. I'll also add that my mom turning off the TV that day didn't stop me from eventually thinking that both Bashir and Jadzia were the best looking actors on the show. That weren't Romulans.

Thank you so much for sending me this, my friend. 💜 I hope you’re okay with me responding to this publicly (if you’re not, please let me know and I’ll take it down asap). Seriously, this message and all the other responses I’ve gotten have been really positive, so thank you! 💖

I’ve been trying to think of a reply to this beyond a simple ‘thank you,’ because I definitely want to make sure what I say is meaningful (especially given the personal nature of your message). Because this message 100000% deserves a meaningful response. This is a really important topic.

It’s nice to know I’m not alone. I mean, obviously, I’m sorry you had to go through that, of course, but thank you for taking the time to tell me about your experience. Moments like both yours and mine aren’t pleasant, but they do serve to illustrate a couple points.

I’m gonna pop them under a readmore. This is just a little dig for a silver lining to all this. Feel free to ignore if you like. I just felt rambly and had a few thoughts bouncing around in my head.

1.) Reassuring Non-Uniqueness - Almost anything you go through has been gone through before. I’m not downplaying anyone’s experiences by any means! Own your story! It’s your own! Your experiences are important! What I do mean is that if you’re looking for a solution to a problem you’re facing, there are likely a lot of people who can tell you what they did/how they faced a similar problem. You can learn from their experiences and take comfort in the fact that someone knows how you’re feeling (or at least have a pretty good idea of what you’re going through). You’re never alone. There are people who’ve been where you are and who will stand with you. (Also, you can make some pretty awesome friends in the process.)

2.) Failure To Replicate - Hatred and bigotry are obviously bad things. Do I even need to say that? Hopefully, people know that already. For the sake of my sanity, I’m going to assume people do know that. Once you get to a certain point, you start to realize that if you’re recognizing hatred/intolerance in your parents that you don’t share, while the hatred is bad, by simply recognizing that you don’t share it, that means their attempts to teach you to be intolerant like them have failed. Instead of raising their kids to be exactly like them, the goal of every good parent should be to raise their kids to be good people. As long as people keep failing to raise their kids to be hateful like them, the number of kind people in the world will keep growing. [insert “Task Failed Successfully” meme here]

I know this isn’t like...a super comprehensive essay, but I did want to toss out my two cents in case it helps someone.

...Also, on a less serious note: You’re very right, Julian and Jadzia are both SUPER ATTRACTIVE. *giggles in bisexual*

#deepspacedukat asks #starrynightgardens #just a ramble #seriously thank you so much for the message

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the-himawari · 2 years

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A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] Devilish Smile LIVE!! (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Citron: … This is a serious tissue...*

Tsuzuru: Issue, right?

Chikage: He was worried over tissues all of a sudden.

Itaru: Lmao.

Izumi: Ummm… (Are they in the middle of an important meeting…?) What’s the matter?

Sakuya: Ah, Director. We're deciding who will appear in Veludo Way’s local radio show, which we've been approached about before.

Izumi: Ahh. “Veludo Radio”’s “ACTOR’S☆STATION!!!”, right?

Tsuzuru: Yep. The one Banri and Taichi appeared in. The first thing we did after the concert was discuss who would guest star, but…

Masumi: We need to settle who will go on the radio soon.

Citron: That’s why I’ve been saying I want to do it!

Sakuya: Citron-san is apparently a fan of Theatre Tarou, the show’s host. So he’s advocating for himself to be on the show, but…

Citron: But they’re telling me not to. Everyone’s a meanie…

Tsuzuru: Erm, you see, we’re worried he might make blunder on-air.

Chikage: If Citron appears in the show, then the other member is going to have their hands totally full just backing him up.

Citron: You’re overestimating me!**

Tsuzuru: And that’s exactly why we said that…

Izumi: (Hmm… I feel bad for Citron-kun, but I guess I get what everyone’s saying.)

Citron: I sent postcards in night after night since I wanted them to be read by Theatre Tarou! All of you are harvest for ignoring my passionate feelings!***

Itaru: Heartless, I think? It’s not like I can’t empathize with Citron though.

Chikage: However, if they figure out who sent the postcards, they might not read them next time.

Itaru: Riiight. They select ones from general listeners for things like this.

Citron: Mmm… that makes cents.****

Itaru: We’re getting paid pennies?

Chikage: That makes sense.

Masumi: So, who’s gonna guest star?

Tsuzuru: You say that like it has totally nothing to do with you.

Izumi: Hey, now. Don’t worry so much about it. I’m supposed to accompany you guys when you go on the radio too. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.

Masumi: I’ll go. I won’t let her shoulder the burden alone.

Itaru: That’s Masumi for you.

Chikage: He sure doesn’t waver.

Option 1: “Thanks, let’s work hard together!”

Izumi: Thanks, Masumi-kun. Let’s work hard together!

Tsuzuru: Will it be okay? I can’t imagine him being able to do stuff like the free talk…

Masumi: I can talk as much as I need to if it’s about Director’s good points.

Izumi: I’d like you to keep that to yourself, Masumi-kun!

Chikage: That’s right. Other people might become interested in Director-san, you know?

Masumi: … I’ll stick to different topics then.

Izumi: G-great! I’m looking forward to it.

Option 2: “You have to talk a lot in the show. Is that alright…?”

Izumi: It’s a radio, so you have to talk a lot in the show. Is that alright…?

Masumi: I’ll overcome any hardship if it’s for you.

Itaru: How magnificent.

Chikage: That being said, Masumi’s not the type to talk that much. It might be better if the other member was someone who’s good at steering the conversation.

Masumi: I’ll be fine on my own. They’ll get in the way of Director and I’s radio date.

Tsuzuru: Your conversation partner is the radio host. It’s not a date…

Izumi: Then the other person who will guest star with Masumi-kun will be…

Tsuzuru: As for me… I’m not sure I can steer the conversation.

Sakuya: I’m sorry, I’m not that confident either…

Citron: That’s why I’m saying I’ll do it! I’ll steer the topic all over the place!

Itaru: They’re gonna crash for sure.

Izumi: Alright, it’s either Itaru-san or Chikage-san then.

Tsuzuru: Do you two listen to the radio?

Chikage: Well, I supposed I tune into the news.

Itaru: I listen to stuff like Friday Night Nippon.***** It’s the perfect thing to listen to as background noise when I’m going through the dailies in my social games. It’s surprisingly interesting. Idols and entertainers go on, and they share some pretty witty responses.

Chikage: Oh, right. That radio’s hashtag trends on SNS too.

Tsuzuru: If Itaru-san’s that familiar with them, then isn’t he the right person for the job?

Itaru: Seriously? I mean, I’ve done a livestream with Masumi before, so it’s no biggie.******

Masumi: It’s a problem for me.

Sakuya: Now, now…

Citron: Urghhh… I wanted to meet Theatre Tarou… Make sure you talk to him lots for me, alright, you two!

Itaru: Got it.

Masumi: I said you don’t have to come.

Izumi: (Um, I’m sure those two will manage somehow…)

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*Citron originally says "現代" (gendai: modern era), which Tsuzuru corrects as "問題" (mondai: problem). Chikage originally comments Citron's worried over modern society all of a sudden. **Citron says "買いかぶり" (kaikaburi: overestimate), which I assume he misspoke from "見縊る" (hikubiru: underestimate/look down on). ***Citron originally says "彫刻" (choukoku: carving/sculpture), which Itaru corrects as "冷酷" (reikoku: cruel/heartless). ****Citron originally says “三千里” (sanzenri: 3000-ri, a distance of about 12000 km.) Itaru’s original response was “母でも訪ねる気” (~he feels like visiting his mother too), which is a reference to the famous, old anime “母を訪ねて三千里” (3000 Leagues in Search of Mother). Chikage corrects Citron with "一理ある" (ichiri aru: ~has a point/makes sense). *****This is a reference to the popular, real-life radio program “オールナイトニッポン” (All Night Nippon). ******References Masumi’s SR Twins:Black card.

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#a3!#a3! translation #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!#me: this wont take that long #a multitude of citronisms and references: allow us to introduce ourselves

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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A/N: I finally got my new laptop and was able to write again so I wrote an idea that’s been in my head for a while, it’s loosely inspired by Luther, a series that I’ve re watched recently, I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Tom just knows you had something to do with your husbands murder. His problem? He can’t prove it.

Warnings: Swearing. Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, condoms are a barrier from many things), oral (Fem receiving), mentions of murder, talks of an abusive relationship. (Minors do not engage). I think that’s all.

This is purely a work of fiction. I accept constructive criticism.

W/C: 3.6K

You were driving Tom insane, he knew, in his gut, he was so sure that you had something to do with your husband’s disappearance. The case had landed itself on his desk when missing persons had deemed it a murder case, even without a body. Could he find the hard evidence that linked you to the murder? No. Was he sure it was you? A thousand per cent. Your case had been dropped months ago but he couldn’t get it or you out of his head.

“Tell me what happened?” Tom asked as he sat opposite you for the first time.

“I’ve already answered all of these questions.” You replied, Tom could tell you were nervous, you had a hard expression, but he saw straight through it.

“I don’t believe some of the answers that you gave.” He said as interlocked his hands on the desk, leaning slightly closer to you.

“I’m not really bothered what you believe, it’s what happened.” You fired back.

“People don’t just disappear.”

“Sure, they do. That’s what missing person’s is for, right?” You said as you cocked an eyebrow at him and he almost smiled, slightly enamored by the way you were handling his questioning. He’d gained a reputation for getting people to crack, but you? You seemed unfazed by his line of questioning.

Ultimately Tom had had to let you go because he couldn’t find the evidence, he needed to convict you. It drove him mad, it had him stumped for months just trying to figure out how you’d done it. How you’d evaded his thorough analysis of your property and workplace. You were smart, that was glaringly obvious to him, every time he thought he’d found something, he came up short.

A week ago, he’d found himself with a similar case on his desk, only this time the body was found. Again, there wasn’t much evidence but there were so many similarities between your case and this one. He found himself up for hours cross referencing your case file and this one, although the woman they suspected this time wasn’t as intelligent as you were, she’d lied about her alibi. Unlike you she’d said she was with a friend who denied it. You on the other hand had said you were at home all day and he couldn’t confirm that as truth and so this evidence became inadmissible in court.

He’d found himself on your doorstep, almost wanting to beg for your help, it was strange, he’d never felt like he needed anyone else’s help before yet here he was outside your door.

“Detective Holland. A man I thought I’d never seen again.” You said once you opened your door. He couldn’t help but note how beautiful you looked, he shook the thought away as he showed his badge and entered your home.

“Mrs. Leigh, I need your help.” He said in a matter-of-fact manner, he noted the small smile that had appeared on your lips and fought his own back, yours was so contagious.

“It’s Miss L/N now.” You politely corrected him.

“My apologies.”

“What could you possibly need my help with?”

“A case I’m trying to solve.”

“Forgive me but I’m not sure how I could be of help to you.” You said with furrowed brows.

“I think you could.”

He talked you through the case and his theories, all the holes in stories and suspicious behavior and you just drank it all in, nodding in certain places but ultimately you kept quiet. It wasn’t until e was done that you spoke.

“I mean, and this is all hypothetical, you’d hide the weapon in plain sight.” You answered as you made your way over to your fridge.

“That would be stupid though.” Tom said confidently, there was no way he’d missed something that was in plain sight. He watched as you pulled the bottle of wine from the fridge with a sigh. What had urged you to help him was beyond you, but a part of you knew that your case still haunted him, and you somehow felt guilty for it.

“People like you will always overlook stupid.” You said with a confidence he couldn’t quite place.

“So, you’re saying if someone wanted to hide evidence, they’d do it in plain sight because we’d overlook it?” Tom was bewildered, there was no way that this could be true, he’d spent hours going over the case files, there’s no way he missed such major evidence such as the murder weapon. He watched as you nodded mindlessly before digging through the drawer for a bottle opener.

“The autopsy report indicates a stab wound to the neck.” He continued. “They bled out. I’ve searched that house and I couldn’t find a single knife small enough to fit that wound.” He spoke. He knew the evidence for this case was in the house, the timing of everything would not have given the perpetrator any time to hide evidence away from the house.

He watched as you took the cork out of the bottle, once you’d removed the cork you placed the bottle opener on the counter, the tiny blade used for taking the paper lining off the bottle top was shining at him, almost mocking him.

“I could think of a few.” You hummed as you filled a wine glass. Tom was filled with excitement as he realized you were right, the small knife was easily concealed within the opener, he had overlooked it, not thought for a second that such a small knife was in the most basic household item.

“All I need to do is tie the murder weapon to her and case closed.” He beamed and you smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since Tom had met you and he couldn’t help but return it, he really was enamored with you.

“Case closed.” You smiled as you sipped from your wine glass.

You had started to infect the young detective’s thoughts in a different way. He used to obsess over how you’d done it and now he was more obsessed as to why. He couldn’t understand how a woman like you, who was so quiet, kind and charismatic could have harmed another person. He started to wonder if he was wrong, if you’d had anything to do with it at all but his gut told him you did.

All the evidence for his current case came together and the victim’s wife had gone to prison for his murder, pleading guilty. She’d killed him because she wanted his money. He thought back to your case, your husband had had a lot of money, but he couldn’t see that being your motive, he couldn’t think of anything that would motivate you to murder someone. Over the time it took him to gather the evidence, he’d sought out your help more than once and he’d become enchanted by you, he found you intriguing, he wanted to get to know you better.

He wondered if that was what had brought him to your doorstep yet again. He should have been out celebrating the win, but he found himself outside your door. He knocked and wondered if you’d answer, it was late, he noted but he found himself hoping you’d open your door for him. When he heard the lock click his heart raced with excitement, he hoped you’d have that lovely smile on your face that you always had.

“Detective.” You smiled and he laughed.

“Tom.” He corrected and you smiled wider at him.

“What brings you to my doorstep Tom?”

“I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?”

“I’m not sure I’d have found that evidence had it not been for our chat, so thank you.”

“Well, you’re welcome. Did you want to come in? I’ve just opened a bottle of red.” You asked with that oh so contagious smile.

“How could I refuse?” He said as he made his way passed you and into the living room that he’d become so familiar with.

A bottle of red wine shared between the two later had them both feeling slightly tipsy. Tom knew he should probably make a move, but he didn’t want to, not unless you wanted him to. He found he very much enjoyed your company and wanted to stay in it as long as possible.

“Thank you for helping me finish the wine.” You smiled.

“Favor returned?” He smirked and you laughed.

“Sure. I suppose I won’t see you now.” You thought aloud.

“I suppose not.” He said, you’d moved closer to each other now, faces inches apart. “Unless you want to help me solve more cases.” He continued.

“I don’t think you’ll need my help again.” You said quietly, eyes flicking from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips.

“You never know.” He answered as quietly as you had. Tom licked his lips in anticipation, he probably shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of kissing you, but he couldn’t help it. You hummed in response as your noses brushed one an other’s. He couldn’t stop himself as he closed the small distance between you.

Your lips met in a desperate kiss, his hands finding your hair as you fisted his shirt in a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you. His mind felt blank as he became completely consumed by thoughts of you and what he wanted to do to you. He’d found you attractive the second he’d brought you in for questioning all those months ago but the more he’d gotten to know you the more he found you attractive. The rational part of his brain that was telling him this might be dangerous shut off as bit your bottom lip and you moaned slightly.

Your lips disconnected as you both needed air, both as breathless as each other. You looked at him and the look in your eyes drove him wild, your beautiful eyes were looking back at him completely list blown. He reconnected your lips as you straddled him, his hands finding your waist, lifting your shirt slightly to feel your skin.

“Bedroom?” He asked through a breath as your lips briefly disconnected.

“Upstairs, third door on the right.” You said quickly before reconnecting your lips, the kiss was hot and heavy as Tom stood, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a second. As soon as he found himself in your room, you both fell onto the bed, Tom’s back hitting the mattress. He almost moaned as you rocked your hips into his, the friction causing him to stiffen even more than he thought possible.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said as he sat up, his lips connecting with your neck. You rolled your head back to give him more access and he took the opportunity to trail kisses down your throat, listening to the small gasps you were exhaling. He was more aroused than he’d ever been in his life, he felt completely drunk off you.

“Tom, I really want you to fuck me.” You spoke and Tom groaned at the filthy words that left your mouth, he wasn’t expecting it.

“Wanna taste you first.” He spoke as he flipped you both over, your back easily hitting the mattress as your lips reconnected. He trailed kisses down your neck as his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling it from you effortlessly. He unclipped your bra and threw both your shirt and bra onto the floor. Kissing down your chest as he took a nipple into his mouth, slightly grazing it with his teeth before licking and sucking at it.

Your moans grew louder, and Tom found himself entranced by the sounds you were making, he doesn’t recall ever being with anyone who sounded as pretty as you did. He continued his attention on your nipples, switching from one to the other.

“Tom, please.” You begged and he smirked against your skin.

“What?” He asked as he made eye contact with you, his fingers moving to roll your nipple.

“I need you to move lower.” You moaned.

“Whatever you want baby.” He spoke as he placed a final kiss to your breast before moving down your body.

He quickly removed your shorts and groaned when he realized you didn’t have underwear on. He looked at your glistening heat and almost moaned at how wet you were for him.

“So wet, look at this.” He said as he ran a finger through your folds. “I’ve barely touched you and your soaked.” He smirked as you rolled your head back into the pillow.

“Please.” You begged as he let out a breath over your heat, watched as you jolted slightly from the sensation. “Tom.” You moaned as he ran his tongue through your heat.

“You taste fucking amazing.” He said before practically diving in, sucking your clit as he listened to your moans. He continued to lick and suck at your clit as he heard your moans grow louder, you must have been close he thought to himself as he sucked your clit and listened to the high-pitched moan you released.

He felt as your hand moved to his hair, almost keeping him still as he continued to lick and suck at your clit, your hips bucking up to meet his movements and e found it so incredibly hot, the way you’d started to use his face to almost get yourself off was driving him wild.

You let out a moan of his name as your orgasm crashed through you, Tom felt your legs shake and helped you through your intense orgasm, feeling proud of himself for not disappointing you. Once you’d come down from your high, he pulled away, moving back up your body, your legs continuing to shake through your aftershocks.

“So perfect.” He mumbled as he gave you a quick kiss, taking in the blissful expression on your face. “Did so well for me. Fucking hot.” He said again as you removed his shirt, placing a kiss onto his chest. You continued pressing kisses to his chest as he fumbled with his belt, almost getting frustrated as it got caught.

“Here.” you said as your hands took over, taking his belt into your own hands, undoing it almost like it was second nature to you. He found it all the more of a turn on. You made short work of his pants; they found their place with the rest of the clothes on the floor of your bedroom.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me Tom.”

It was all the confirmation he needed as he slipped into you, both of you moaning at the contact. Fuck, you felt good, almost perfect for him. You were both a moaning mess as he thrusted into you over and over again. His hand gripping your thigh to hoist it higher around his waist. You almost screamed as he found your g spot from his new angle, your nails clawing at his back which only made him thrust into you harder.

“Fuck, that feels good, you feel so fucking amazing.” He said as he felt you clench around him. He shifted your leg higher to get an even better angle on your g spot as he continuously pounded into you, listening to your moans of his name. he felt his own orgasm approach as you tightened around him, he knew you were close, and he watched in awe as you reached your own hand to your clit and started to rub it.

“That’s it baby.” He said and after a few more thrusts he felt you come around him which brought on his own orgasm, he removed himself from your tight heat and released his load all over your stomach with a moan of your name.

It took you both a good few minutes to recover, he was collapsed on top of you as you ran your fingers through his hair. He kissed your shoulder every few minutes and found himself more happy and content than he’d been in a long time. He removed himself from the top of you and went into the bathroom to find a warm cloth to wash the two of you off.

Once you were both cleaned up he laid in your bed with your head on hi chest as you slept soundly, and he ran his hands through your hair. He was deep in thought as he thought about your case and what had happened and now he was dying to know what had driven you to commit such an act. He was so sure in his gut you’d done it but having you here in the state you were he wondered how you could harm an insect, let alone another person.

“I wish you’d tell me what happened. Just be honest, everything’s different now. I’d want you to confide in me as your partner not see me as a detective who’s looking to lock you away. Fuck Princess, I think I’d move the Earth if you asked me to.” He whispered and he meant it, he didn’t want this time with you to end, he was so infatuated with you by this point. He fell asleep after a while, thoughts of you completely on his mind.

“I need to know how you did it.” He spoke after a while of you both being awake, you were spooning now as his hand rubbed your bare skin, he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“You’ve read the file.” You spoke.

“That says you didn’t do it, but I know you did Princess.”

“My case is closed, why don’t you leave it at that?”

“I can’t. I’m obsessing over it.”

“I’ve already told you.” You said after a while and Tom furrowed his brows as he turned you onto your back so he could look at you.

“No. You haven’t.” He spoke carefully, maybe he’d missed something, a confession maybe.

“For a Detective Inspector, you can be pretty stupid.” You laughed and he thought on your words for a second. Thought about how much help you’d been and what you’d said, of course you knew how this woman had done it, it was how you’d done it. The only difference was that you’d managed to dispose of the body.

“So, you did do it?” He said quietly, a small part of him was proud he was right, his gut was never wrong, but the bigger part of him wondered why.

“You just need to prove it.” You said as a tear made its way down your cheek. Of all the things Tom expected, this wasn’t one of them, he wasn’t expecting you to cry.

“Hey,” he said as he swiped the tear away with his thumb. “Tell me what happened.” He urged in the most comforting manner he could, he needed you to know you could trust him with this.

“Have you ever felt trapped? That’s how he made me feel, like I had no way out. I tried to leave him so many times, but he wouldn’t let me, he had me by the throat and it felt like he was squeezing the life out of me.” You said through your tears and Tom’s heart dropped, this wasn’t a usual case where the wife murders the husband for a payout. “He wasn’t the nice rich guy everyone thought he was, he hit me, took all his anger out on me but I could never prove it, if I had bruises I wasn’t allowed to leave the house until they weren’t visible, which wasn’t often. I snapped.” You spoke and he pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N…” He said and you interrupted him.

“But it never matters to people like you. You don’t give leeway for the small amount of people who had no other choice. That’s why I never came clean, never admitted to what I’d done, I didn’t want him to trap me any more than he had, I didn’t want to go to prison because of him.” You said as you finally let the tears out that you’d kept in for so many months.

You hadn’t intended to kill him; it was an accident. You cried for ten minutes as Tom held you, placing comforting kisses to your temple. Something about finally telling the truth was freeing, you knew he could and would probably arrest you for this, but it felt good to finally tell someone the truth that was eating away at you.

“I’m not going to do anything.” Tom spoke after a while.

“What?” You asked through sniffles as your tears ceased.

“I understand now. You’ve been punished enough. Your secret is safe with me.” He said sincerely and you believed him, but you didn’t want to drag him down with you.

“You could lose your job, go to prison if anyone found out.” You said and he kissed your cheek.

“They won’t, your case has become a cold one. There’s still no body, I doubt they’ll reopen the case.” He said through a small smile. He didn’t want to ask what you’d done with the body, he assumed you were clever enough to make sure it was never found and if it was he would make sure none of the evidence led to you, he would make sure that all the evidence ran dry, he felt like he would do anything for you.

“So, I’m free?” You spoke, hope lacing every word.

“You’re free baby.”

#tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut

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Doom At Your Service: Analysis & Theories for EPs 9-10

Anyone mentally exhausted from watching DAYS? Well, you’ve come to the right place where I do the thinking for you, so you don’t have to! As always, if you have any questions, feel free to click on the ask question button! Happy Readings !

The Contract Revisited

While reviewing the contract, I realized there was something major that I had completely missed! Anyways let’s go over the contract again to clear up some confusion.

The Contract is as follows:

1) Dong Kyung must ask for Myul Mang to destroy the world before she dies (It could be rephrased as Dong Kyung must ask for Myul Mang to destroy the world before her tentative expiration date)

2) During Dong Kyung’s last 100 days, Myul Mang will prevent her from feeling any pain

3) Myul Mang has to grant her one real wish

4) If Dong Kyung breaks the contract (does not wish for the world to be destroyed) then the person she loves the most will die

If Dong Kyung does not violate the contract as in she wishes for the world to be destroyed, the person she loves dies anyways because you know.... the world is non existent. If Dong Kyung does violate the contract, meaning she does not wish for the world to be destroyed, the person she loves dies too because her doom is transferred to them. Some have also wondered whether she can has to ask for the world to be destroyed in order to get her one real wish to be granted. In my opinion, I don't think so. I think she can still get her one real wish to be granted regardless of whether she wishes for doom upon the world or not. Other things to note is that nothing will happen to Myul Mang if he does not stick to the terms of the contract (i.e keeps Dong Kyung pain free and granting her one real wish) because as Dong Kyung said "If I violate" not "If either you or I violate".

Now something to pay close attention to is #4. In Ep 2, Myul Mang had said he would take Dong Kyung’s doom (brain cancer) and transfer it to someone she loves. This is the part I missed! I’d thought that all Myul Mang was doing was transferring the death that was meant for her, not that he was actually removing her source of death which was her brain cancer. Therefore, if Dong Kyung breaks the contract, she will live because her brain cancer is removed and is subsequently transferred into the person she loves, causing them to die instead. I feel incredibly stupid for missing this important piece of info. In light of this new info, I will therefore retract my previous theory that Dong Kyung’s one wish will be to cure her brain cancer.

For those who were confused by that scene of Dong Kyung going to the beach and staying away from everyone, here are my thoughts on that. Dong Kyung was trying to find a loophole. The loophole was that she was planning on violating the contract while protecting the people she loves. This means that Dong Kyung was planning on ending herself at the beach (you can't wish for doom upon the world if you're already dead) and accepting her doom (her doom can't be transferred to anyone else because she accepts it in herself).

Who’s Going to Get Dong Kyung’s Brain Cancer and Die?

I recently had a eureka moment a few days ago before Eps 9-10 aired that led me to formulating a new theory -- it's actually Dora who will inherit Dong Kyung’s brain cancer and die. Let’s think through some things first, “the person you love the most will die”. The most obvious choice is Myul Mang. However, if you think about that statement in a more abstract way, you can see that if Dong Kyung loves her life, then the person who will die is Dora. Remember that Dora is basically the personification of life.

To further add evidence that supports this theory, I present to you Exhibit A, Dora’s massive nosebleed. We know Dong Kyung has a rare type of brain cancer and it’s located in her frontal lobe. As days pass, the brain tumor is growing or metastasizing. In theory, the tumor could grow into nearby areas such as her nasal cavity and cause Dong Kyung to have nose bleeds (FYI: In real life, I’m a scientist with experience in the field of oncology and most of the time brain tumors don’t grow outside of the brain. It can happen, but it is very rare!). Now, think about the events that occurred before Dora's nose bleed. For example, Dong Kyung was out and about enjoying her time with Myul Mang and her family and friends. Essentially, Dong Kyung was beginning to love her life. This causes Dora to suffer because she is taking in Dong Kyung's illness into herself. Subsequently, this leads to Dora experiencing some of the symptoms of Dong Kyung's brain cancer (e.g nose bleed). Thus, as Dong Kyung is beginning to live, Dora is beginning to die.

Exhibit B: Adventures of Pinocchio. At the end of the story, the Fairy (Dora) heals an ailing Geppetto (Dong Kyung) as a reward for Pinocchio (Myul Mang) becoming a good boy. Following this, we don’t hear much about what happens to the Fairy except that she’s in laying in a hospital on the verge of death. It is implied that in order to heal Geppetto, the Fairy had to take his illness into herself. Afterall, nothing is without consequences, someone must pay so that others can be happy. Much like the story of Pinocchio, Dora is doing the same thing as the Fairy. Dora is taking in Dong Kyung’s illness so that Dong Kyung can freely love her son, Myul Mang, without consequences (e.g Myul Mang dying).

Exhibit C: Dong Kyung walking around like she didn’t have brain cancer while in seclusion. You would think that since she didn’t see Myul Mang to recharge, she would be experiencing some severe symptoms, but nope she was walking around as if she was cured! I wonder where her cancer went.......DORA!

Exhibit D: Dora telling Dong Kyung to be madly in love and live. Basically Dora saying, "Love my son and live, don't worry about your brain cancer or him dying because I'm taking care of it."

Why Dora Didn't Want Myul Mang To See Her

For those wondering why Dora didn’t want Myul Mang to see her, here are my two cents. One explanation is that Dora probably didn’t want him to figure out that she was inheriting Dong Kyung’s brain cancer. It would’ve made him feel guilty to see that his mother was willing to take on even more pain just so he could be happy. Another explanation is that Myul Mang still has a lot of growing up to do (to become human). Dora didn’t want him to get the idea that he’s out of the clear just yet. Meaning if Myul Mang had found out that Dora was doing this for him then he would’ve thought life was a breeze now and have no further motivations to want to grow, thus ruining Dora’s plan for him (to grow up to become a good human). There’s no better motivation to make someone grow than the thought of their love ones dying.

Final Theory on Dong Kyung’s Wish

In my previous post, I had discussed that without knowing the limits of what one could or could not wish for, it was difficult for me to accurately predict what Dong Kyung’s wish would be. However, in this week’s episode, I was finally given the limits: the wish must be a wish that is doom in nature. I thought to myself, what could be a good thing to end? Oh, that’s right, Myul Mang’s immorality. Dong Kyung must say “I wish for your immortal life to end” or something along those lines. The combination of Dong Kyung’s wish + Myul Mang’s willingness to sacrifice himself for her + Dora’s plant = the rebirth of Myul Mang into a real boy....oops I mean real hu-man.

The Ending of DAYS

So, what kind of ending will DAYS have? Prepare yourselves. I think it’s going to be a bittersweet ending because it goes with the one of the main themes DAYS which is dualism. I think Myul Mang will be reborn as a human, but still have his doom responsibilities (so more like a fake human). He will probably end up becoming like Dora in the sense that he gets to experience the cycle of life and death over an infinite amount of time. Dong Kyung won’t be reborn in his next life cycle (remember Myul Mang tells that crazy lady there’s no afterlife; humans only have this one life). I guess the notion that the love he and Dong Kyung share will always be with him and forever serve as a shining beacon even in his loneliest days is sweet, but still I want a happy ending!!!

Now excuse my language, but to hell with dualism and what is logical! I want a happy ending where Myul Mang becomes human, lives with Dong Kyung, and when he dies that’s it. No coming back to doing his doom job in a different life. Dora can create another herald of doom. Dora did it once before and she could do it again lol. Or if Myul Mang must come back in a different life, at least allow Dong Kyung to be reborn at the same time. I mean you can grow the same plant again…. EVER HEARD OF PROPROGATION DORA?!! Metaphorically speaking, if Dong Kyung is a sunflower, then wait until she dies, harvest her seeds and grow her again…. it’s that simple Dora!!!

Some Thoughts on the Writer of DAYS

The writer (Im Meari) of DAYS is at best, pretentious and at worst, derivative. She’s more or less just rehashing the works of other great philosophers (Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Deleuze, etc). She presents DAYS as a collection of major philosophical concepts with the intention to differentiate herself from that of other kdramas writers. She goes onto placing great stress on the idea that in order to innovate or bring about a new beginning, one must deviate from the norm, yet she herself does not diverge from the ideas of other philosophers. She does not present any philosophy of her own. In this aspect, she is a hypocrite to the very ideas she tries to preach. Oh well, to each their own. Who knows, maybe my opinion of Im Meari will change by the end of the series. Anyways, I’m still here for the romance between the actors and actresses and solving mysteries!

Ep 11 Preview Predictions

Here are my predictions for Ep 11 based off of the preview, they may or may not be correct !

Dong Kyung takes back the bracelet from Myul Mang after their conversation on the beach. Honestly, I’m growing tired of this whole giving/taking the bracelet type situation lol.

Dong Kyung enjoys a nice vacation with Myul Mang on Jeju island.

Dong Kyung returns from the vacation because she finds out that her aunt is sick (probably from worrying about Dong Kyung). Dong Kyung beats herself up about it.

Dong Kyung is sick again (probably from hating life...remember that I had theorized that the more Dong Kyung loves her life, the sicker Dora will be become) and Myul Mang in his desperation pleads with Dora to help him, but Dora’s version of helping him is to …. surprise surprise… teach him another lesson. The lesson is that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side and that Myul Mang and Dong Kyung complete each other for the better. Dora shows Myul Mang what their lives would've been like if they had never existed in each other’s lives.

Dong Kyung having never experience any kind of suffering would live a healthy life but become the most unappreciative and spoiled person ever. She may go on to finding that life was pretty meaningless and would want to put an end to it all. And Myul Mang having never met Dong Kyung wouldn't have any motivation or desire to grow as a person and so he would remain stagnant. And who knows… maybe at some point, that Myul would’ve became so angry with humans that he would personally go around killing every last one of them.

#doom at your service #doomatyourservice #myulmang #Myul mang #dong kyung #dongkyung #kimsaram #Kim saram #DAYS #parkboyoung #park bo young #seo in guk #seoinguk #kdrama #kdramas #theories #analysis #long post

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So dispite that the fact that i cant dance, that doesnt stop my brain from imagining what slow dancing with danceracha would be like, like you went to watch them practice, they maybe try to show off in front of you, then they try to teach you how to dance, which turns into slow dancing.

Like i imagine lee know would be the only one to actually teach you to dance. And everytime you get something right, you get kiss as a reward.

Hyunjin would start out actually teaching you, but somehow, someway, it ends up with you, sat on his lap either cuddling or making out its one or the other.

Felix would just use it as an excuse to hold you close (not that he needs an excuse) In the end, no dance was learnt, but if someone were to walk in, theyed see you two swaying side to side,eyes closed as you both hold each other to a slow song in the back ground

But thats just my two cents -🍯

AHHHHH HONEY 🍯🍯🍯 I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS ASK OF YOURS ESP BECAUSE I MYSELF AM A DANCER SO THIS IS DEFINITELY AN IDEAL SCENARIO

and hey hey hey,, ofc you can dance <333

ALRIGHTY DANCERACHA TEACHING YOU HOW TO “DANCE” LETSGOOOO!!! ❤️❤️❤️

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

lee know

you stood up jumping up and down clapping, proud of your boyfriend, as the music ended and minho was in his finishing pose. he walked over to you and befor you could say anything he grabbed your hands and brought you to the center of the dance practice room.

“min what are you doing?”

“well you’re always saying how amazing of a dancer i am, which is not wrong, but i wanna teach you how to dance”

“i don’t think that’s a good ide-“

“everytime you do a move right, you’ll get a kiss, how does that sound baby”

“mm okay, but go easy on me alright”

minho chuckled as he mumbled an ‘alright’ as he walked over to the computer to go through songs that you could learn to dance to, leaving you vulnerable in the middle of the room staring at yourself in the mirror(s).

“mm how about we do god’s menu chorus, you’ve seen us do it multiple times”

“uh, that seems kind of hard but alright”

“you’ll do fine”

he started off by showing what he would be teaching you, you already regretting everything.

“okay ready, stand right there next to me, your gonna throw your hands in the air facing up left to right and then bring them down like you’re chopping on a cutting board, the movements should be sharp as well”

you copied them moves of your boyfriend and he smiled at you, cupping your face and giving you a kiss on the lips

“just like that y/n see you’re doing so good”

honestly seeing how seriously he took dance amazed you and made you wanna learn on your own, although some of the movements you did that night were not as precise as your boyfriend’s you did still get your kisses, and he was still so very proud of you.

and let’s just say, almost every time you went to practice with him, you would come out knowing a new type of choreography.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

hwang hyunjin

you were watching your boyfriend hyunjin dancing to mmmh by kai,, amazed at how your boyfriend moved his body and knew just the right isolations between moves, he noticed you looking at him through the mirror and made him way over to you, the once loud music being drowned out from the gaze you had on each other.

hyunjin reached his hand out for you to grab, you stood up locking eyes with him.

“you’re such a good dancer you know that”

he hummed in response as he wrapped his arms around your waist as your face was buried into his damp shirt that covered his chest.

“what if i teach you to slow dance”

“i might break something”

he cocked his head at you then shook it in response.

“cmon it’ll be fun”

“okay okay fine, you win i’ll do it”

“yay, alright so you just have to follow me, drape your hands around my shoulders like this”

he said as he put your hands where they needed to be.

“and i’ll put my hands around your waist, and put your head where it was before, against my chest alright”

you put your face forward into his chest causing your boyfriend to giggle at how cute you looked

“y/n ,, baby you can breathe, just face the left”

“oh okay”

“now just follow my lead”

hyunjin began swaying the two of you and you weren’t looking down at you feet and this being the first time you’ve tried slowdancing, you stepped on his foot, he let out a little ow.

“hyun i’m sorry i knew this was a bad idea”

“no it wasn’t, let’s just take a break”

the two of you walked over to the couch in the room, hyunjin sat down first and patted his lap for you to si on, you sat facing him as he looked into your eyes. you blushed and he kissed your lips.

“you know i’m proud of you right”

you shrugged your shoulders and he giggled once again before kissing you, the two of you ended up laying on the couch and sweetly making out, you don’t know how this happened but you were definitely glad that it did.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

lee felix

“hey baby come here stand next to me”

your boyfriend felix said to you as he looked at you through the mirror, motioning for you to stand next to him. you stood up from the couch and let your arms make their way around your boyfriends shoulders, your fingers intertwined with each other. felix had wrapped his hands around your waist gently and the mood was sweet.

the next song that began to play was the only exception by paramore, you and felix smiled sweetly to yourselves since this was the song that you two would call ‘your song’ you and felix had began to slowly just sway to the music and everything was sweet, it was just the two of you.

the both of you felt so in love, you lifted your head from his chest and the two of you locked eyes. he placed a kiss on your lips and whispered softly

“i love you”

“i love you too”

you said before returning to resting your head on his chest. everything was perfect, you could hear his breathing and how fast his heart was beating, it made you giggle to yourself knowing you had such an effect on him and honestly he had the same one on you. the both of you both had your eyes closed now as felix hummed to the beat of the song. the door had opened but neither of you seemed to notice. chan had walked in, not saying anything since he didn’t want to interrupt the sweet moment that you and your boyfriend were now sharing.

besides, chan could go over lyrics with felix anytime, he could ask any member about it for now and discuss with felix later in the night. chan watched the two of you for a second, smiling, then closing the door behind him as he exited the dance practice room.

felix placed a kiss on your forehead, and began rubbing and scratching your back softly, and even when the song finished, the two of you continued slow dancing with each other.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

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alto-march-of-death · 3 years

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I just saw your requests are open and I have something a little weird

Can you do suga or any of the karasuno guys with a friend/SO/neighbor/coworker/whatever (sorry I’m indecisive) who kinda has an exhibition kink? And like he pushes her to do stuff in public kinda like yesterday ? I’m sorry I know that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. My head’s still reeling from all that 😅

Don’t worry if you can’t or if it’s a little boring because of its redundancy. I understand you must have a lot of other requests rn

Okay bye, Al! Thank you!

-your lil cutie pie 🥰 hehe

Of course I can do this for you, lil cutie pie! <3

Pairing: Sugawara Koshi x f!bodied reader

WC: 1K

Warnings: exhibition/voyeurism, use of nickname (Sugawara calls you “sugar”), established relationship (you and Sugawara are dating), fingering

Sugawara listens to his friends talk. His cheeks is in his palm, elbow resting on the table. His other hand rests absentmindedly above your knee, thumb pressing into the inner side of your thigh. You’re listening with just as much interest as your boyfriend is; that is, to say, not much. At this point, you couldn’t even begin to say what Daichi and Asahi were discussing.

Currently, the only thoughts running through your head were: his hand is on my thigh and there’s a look of something in his eyes. What that look was is beyond you, though like some Pavlovian response, your subconscious seems to know, and has your thighs pressing together.

Sugawara senses this. His face stays facing forward, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. Ah, so it was that. He wants to play, then. What’s his game today?

Some rational part in the back of your brain is saying, “He wouldn’t do anything! We’re in public!” But the little devil on your shoulder, whose voice sounds strangely like your damn boyfriend, says “But wouldn’t he?” Perhaps that’s why he had convinced you to wear a skirt today.

A small bead of sweat forms on your temple, threatening to drip down the side of your face at any second, as his hand slides further up your thigh. The room is suddenly hot, but why are there goosebumps forming on your flesh?

Under the cover of the table, he flicks the edge of your skirt up. You’re in the middle of taking a drink, trying to parch your sandpaper-like throat, and you let out a squeak.

Daichi and Asahi look at you with concern as you choke on your water. “You okay?” Daichi asks.

You wipe at your chin, collecting the water that had spilled from your mouth, giving a pathetic cough. “Totally fine,” you respond, voice higher pitched than you’d have liked. “Just choked on my water.”

They return to the conversation, trying to include you a bit more. Sugawara nods, adding in his two cents every now and again. As he does, his hands continues its path, higher and higher still, until his fingers touch the crotch of your panties.

Your cheeks are flushed, that bead of sweat has finally dropped from your temple, and the three men at the table watch you with concern, though Sugawara’s is feigned.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “It’s just a little hot in here.” They accept this answer after a couple of seconds, each giving a shrug. If there was truly an issue, your darling boyfriend would be sure to take care of you. In his own way, you supposed he was taking care of you.

You bit down on your slightly shaking lower lip when his fingers press in against your clothed pussy. “Quite wet out today, isn’t it,” Sugawara muses when the conversation lulls, his fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles against your clit.

Asahi glances through the nearest window, nodding. “It is. Glad I brought my umbrella. You all brought one as well, right?”

Sugawara nods in turn, moving your panties aside to get some precious skin-to-skin contact. “We did. Thought we’d make a mess if we didn’t bring one.” If the two of them notice the way he’s emphasizing his words, they don’t say anything.

God, it’s so fucking hot in here.

His fingers dip inside of you, curling up in an almost cruel way. You groan, and the three of them, along with some other customers nearby, turn to look at you. “S-sorry,” you apologize again. “I’m just... a little warm today. It’s making me a little grumpy.”

Daichi looks at Sugawara. “Maybe the two of you should go. She doesn’t seem like she’s doing well.”

Sugawara waves his hand. “She’s okay. She’d let me know if she isn’t. Right, sugar?” You nod, teeth gritted as you try and plaster a smile on. He thumbs your clit with a hum, as if it’s some sort of reward.

Daichi doesn’t look convinced, and neither does Asahi. He’s your boyfriend though, and he would know if you really weren’t okay. The conversation continues again, moving across to new topics, reminiscing on old times, and just generally catching up.

Meanwhile, it’s taking every effort that you can spare to keep from making a peep, to keep from letting everyone in this damn diner know exactly why you’re so hot, flushed, and sweaty. There’s a pinch to your clit, and you jump like you’ve seen a ghost.

Luckily, no one sees, much to your boyfriend’s disappointment. You’re so close now, the pinch pushing you closer to your end. How has no one noticed his arm? Or that it’s moving under the table? Are they just ignoring it? How are they just watching this happen? Almost embarrassingly, the thought excites you, and you feel yourself about to cum.

Sugawara still sits with his cheek in his palm. Daichi and Asahi glance over at you. Their eyes on you make you clench around your boyfriend's fingers, finally cumming after what feels like an eternity. A small whimper flies past your lips, and you see Daichi swallow, and Asahi’s cheeks tint pink.

“Didn’t I tell you she’d sit there and take it like the good girl she is?” Sugawara coos. He pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, presses them to his lips, then sucks and licks them clean.

Of course he was doing it on purpose. Of course he was. You sink down in your seat, wishing you could evaporate into thin air.

Sugawara tuts at you. “If you’re going to sink under the table like that, why don’t you help us all out?” You’ve already made a fool and a nuisance of yourself by cumming in the seat, so what’s it matter if you suck three men off under the table? At this point, it’s nothing.

You sink to your knees under the table, Sugawara’s hand on your head to protect it from hitting the underside of the table. He takes a deep inhale as you tug his pants down.

From your spot between his legs, you hear him say, “Don’t worry Daichi, Asahi. You’ll get a turn too.”

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moon-spirit-yue · 3 years

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Chapter 2: This Charming Woman

(Chapter 1, Chapter 3)

Raya was not wrong when she thought the day was turning out to be an odd one. As soon as she entered the door of Sisudatu’s Sweets Raya almost dropped her jaw in shock at seeing only Boun waiting for her. Where the hell were Tong and Noi?

Raya is the only employee at Sisudatu’s Sweets that didn’t live in the city, so it was a normal occurrence for her to be the last one there. Plus, she knew Tong and Noi lived almost right next to each other. They always arrived at the shop together, or so Boun says, so not seeing either of them just made her feel on edge.

Walking into the shop with no Tong or Noi in sight is just so weird.

“Hey Chef Boun, do you know where the other two are?” Raya questioned as she grabbed her apron. The ten year old boy shook his head.

“Nope! I’m kind of worried, to be honest. They should have been here at least a half an hour ago,” Boun frowned. Raya’s eyes creased with worry as she secured her apron.

“Do you think we need to che-” Raya was cut off by the sound of both Tong and Noi barging through the door. The middle aged powerhouse of a man was heaving for air as Noi simply waved from her swaddle that Tong held. Raya and Boun rushed towards them in concern.

“Woah, what happened? Are you guys okay?” Raya asked racing towards them. As Raya scooped Noi from Tong’s arms to relieve the man of the extra weight, Boun ran to the back to get some water.

“My apologies for the delay, Raya. Noi and I are fine, though her mother just fell ill,” Tong explained. Raya frowned at his response and gently placed the two year old baby down at her usual table by the window.

“That’s awful! Is she going to be okay?” the young woman asked. Tong nodded easily and thanked Boun as the little boy handed him his cup of water.

“She’s going to be just fine, thank goodness. It’s a common cold, nothing major. But we do need to pick up some bread from the bakery today. The order was already placed and paid for, we just need to go and grab it. Do you think you’d be willing to get it for us, Raya? I would do it in her place, but my day is already swamped with repairing the stove,” Tong explained.

“Of course, Tong. That won’t be a problem,” Raya quickly nodded. She hastily threw her apron off and walked to the door. “Is there anything else we need?” she called over her shoulder.

“No, just the bread. But if that scrawny little baker boy with the short brown hair is working there, just leave. He has very romantic intentions with you and I simply will not stand for it. I’ll grab the bread myself if I have to,” Tong stated. Raya snorted and rolled her eyes.

“The guy gave me flowers once, Tong. Once. You really need to stop acting like everyone my age is trying to court me because they do something nice,” Raya sighed. Tong threw his hands up in exasperation.

“They were red roses, little one! Red roses is just a way of saying ‘I want to court you’ without actually saying it! I was a young man long ago, I know how these things work!” Tong argued. Raya had to bite back a laugh. Even if it was totally ridiculous and occasionally a bit annoying, she really did appreciate him looking out for her.

It was also incredibly amusing.

Especially when Boun decided to chip in his two cents.

“To be fair, the guy was totally checking you out when you were cleaning the windows last week. I saw it with my own eyes,” Boun chimed.

“Oh, and what do you know about checking someone out, kid?” Raya retorted and lightly whacked the back of Boun’s head with her discarded apron. That earned a loud laugh from Noi as Boun rubbed the back of his head with a frown. Tong automatically nodded as if the words from one ten year old boy proved everything.

“See? The kid knows what’s up!” Tong exclaimed as Boun mumbled something along the lines of ‘I’m not a kid’.

“Well, if it eases your mind in anyway, I can assure you that even if the bakery boy wishes to court me, I have no desire to court him. Or anyone for that matter. I’m too focused on leaving my step family to even consider romance,” Raya told him honestly.

“Ah, now that is music to my ears,” Tong hummed happily before a stern glare came on his face. “Even so, walk on out of there if he’s at the bakery. Who knows what he could pull in there?”

Raya giggled and gave him a thumbs up. She then walked out the front door but heard Boun call her name as she left the building.

“Sorry, what did you say? I didn’t quite hear you,” Raya asked. Boun cleared his throat before repeating his previous question.

“I just asked why are you going that way? The stables are in the back. Aren’t you going to bring Tuk Tuk with you?” the boy asked. Raya simply shook her head.

“Nah, it’s a beautiful day out today today. Besides, the bakery isn’t that far on foot. I figured I might as well enjoy the fresh air while I can,” Raya responded. She heard a loud laugh bellow from Tong’s belly that caused an immediate frown on her face. “Now what was that supposed to mean?” Raya asked.

“Oh nothing. I just find it funny that you, of all people, are going out walking. Willingly. It really is a strange day,” Tong mused. Raya’s eyes narrowed into a glare. So what if she decided to take a stroll? The day was already full of oddities, what’s one more to the list?!

“Yeesh, what is this, pick on Raya day?” the young woman asked. Her glare turning sharper when she heard Boun say, “everyday is a pick on Raya day!” The woman almost thought she could consider Noi a loyal friend but the malicious little baby began laughing at Raya’s affronted face.

Raya shook her head in exasperation. “Whatever, losers. I’ll be off, don’t hurt yourselves or each other while I’m out. Bye!”

She didn’t let any of them say another word as she quickly exited the shop. Raya finally let the grin she fighting back the entire time spread across her face. Those guys were a bunch of bratty little binturis.

But they were her binturis.

She shook her head fondly as she made her way into town. The place she worked in was constantly bustling with life and bursting with color. It’s one of the many things Raya loves about this place. The people here held a special place in Raya’s heart.

In the manor, Raya was regarded with cold looks and harsh orders from the people she was supposed to call family. Meanwhile, this town full of strangers have only ever shown Raya genuine smiles and warm greetings. She felt more connected with people who she made eye contact with across the street than than the women she lived with. It made Raya all the more thankful to work in such a lively place.

After about twenty or so minutes, she came across the baker that Sisudatu’s Sweets always got their bread from. The delicious smell filled the air the moment Raya opened the door. She would gladly be a delivery girl more often if it meant she got to experience this wondrous sensation.

“Ah, Raya my dear! Here to pick up the bread for Sisudatu’s, I assume?” the cashier named Cam asked. Raya was rather fond of this woman. She was a regular at the shop and always left generous tips in their jar despite her own financial struggles. She always did so with a beaming smile on her face that made Raya feel at home.

And hey, no bakery boy that was supposedly in love with Raya! At least now she didn’t need to lie when she said he wasn’t there.

“That’s correct, ma’am,” Raya answered. Cam nodded and swiftly pulled out a crate of bread from under the table.

“Here you are, my dear! Since it’s already been paid for, you’re all sent,” Cam told her. Raya still pulled some jade from her pocket and placed it in the tip jar. Cam’s smile widened seeing Raya’s action which made the young woman feel all the more pleased that she did it.

“Thank you very much. Have good day!” Raya told her as she carefully opened the door with the crate on her hands. She breathed in the cool, crisp air and made her way back the the sweets shop.

Raya began shifting the crate in her arms a few minutes after leaving the bakery as she continued her walk. At this point, her arms were starting to tingle and her legs were getting tired of this moving around nonsense. Usually, Raya was pretty much static during her work days since she has to move around so much on the week days. Apparently her body didn’t love her lack of using one of her rest days to her advantage.

The young woman was pulled out of her thoughts as she felt a drop of water land on her head. Raya looked up to find that the once clear blue sky had transformed into a stormy gray. The rain drops went from a small drizzle to a full out storm in a matter of seconds.

She couldn’t afford to stand out in the rain because of the bread. After all, it’s in an open crate. No one would be willing to eat soggy bread. She joined the rest of the townsfolk in their desperate search a place to seek shelter from the rain.

Raya’s eyes brightened when she looked to her left and saw a library that seemed mostly deserted. The young woman quickly rushed to the library doors in a light jog.

When Raya was right outside the door, she remembered that the library didn’t allow food. It’s not like there were many other options at the moment so the library would have to do. Besides, Raya would hopefully be shown leniency because of the unexpected storm.

Raya kicked open the door with her foot and spotted the librarian sitting at an old desk a couple feet away from the door.

“Hello, ma’am! I was hoping you would allow me to stay here until the storm passes. So sorry about bringing food in here, I just didn’t want the bread to get soggy,” Raya explained. She was relieved when she saw the older lady smile kindly at her.

“Of course, dear. Just be sure you don’t leave any crumbs behind. You can leave the crate on one of the tables,” the lady instructed. Raya nodded immediately and made her way into the library.

“Thank you very much! I won’t leave a trace, I can assure you,” Raya agreed and silently cheered as she dropped the crate of bread on the nearest table.

Alright, the bread is fine and now she has solace until the storm stops. That’s good! Maybe she can read a book while she’s waiting. It’s been forever since Raya has been able to do some light reading for fun. With that thought in mind, the eighteen year old woman began scanning the shelves for a good book.

Her eyes landed on a book with a gold trim and a dragon on the side. Raya recognized it as the Tale of Sisudatu. It was her absolute favorite story growing up. She had forced her parents to reread it over and over again to the point where they had memorized the words.

The story was about a brilliant blue dragon named Sisu who needed to save the world from an evil plague called the Druun. The Druun were caused by human hatred that filled the land, infecting everyone in its path. Those that were touched by the Druun immediately fell into a deep coma with no way of waking up. It was the embodiment of everything wrong with people. Boun had once commented that Raya’s stepfamily reminded him of the Druun which made her laugh so hard she accidentally dropped the cupcakes she was holding. Raya mentally referred to them as the Druun family from that point on.

Anyways, it got to the point where the Druun had infected everyone except for Sisu. Using her magical dragon powers, she was able to defeat the Druun and heal the infected. Raya honestly forgot the details of the story after having not read it for so long, but her love for that story never died. Or her love for dragons in general.

Raya reached up to grab the book only to realize that she needed a couple extra inches of height to get it. The young woman huffed in annoyance and scanned her surroundings for a stool. And of course, there was not one stool in sight. Raya glanced at the old librarian lady and knew the other woman wouldn’t be very helpful for this particular task. Well, there was only one thing left to do.

Jump up and down like an idiot in hopes of snagging the spine of the book.

Raya crouched down on the ground before taking a big leap to yank the book from its shelf. Her hand didn’t even graze the damn book! She tried again with as much success as the attempt before. She bit her lip in concentration and genuinely considered just climbing the shelves when a voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“Do you need some help, miss? I was walking by and couldn’t help but notice your struggle,” a soothing voice asked her. Raya turned her head to respond but after seeing the woman right in front of her Raya honestly didn’t know if she would be able to form proper words ever again.

The woman had jet black her with a sharp and neat undercut that framed her face wonderfully. She had smooth dark skin and narrowed eyes that Raya could stare at for hours and simply never get bored. Her clothes were incredibly pristine, something that would only be worn by those of high social status. The woman’s full, red lips were upturned in a teasing smirk and- wait.

Raya flushed as she realized she had been gawking at this woman for way too long. She cleared her throat to respond to the woman’s question and to distract herself from her own humiliation.

“That would be great, thank you,” Raya managed to choke out. The woman flashed Raya a smile that made her feel weak in the knees.

Even with the woman’s stunning grin, Raya couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in her heart as the woman grasped the book with ease and gave it to Raya. Oh, to be tall. Yet another luxury Raya would never experience.

“Here you are. Need anything else?” Miss Beautiful Smile asked. Raya blushed and shook her head.

“No I don-,” Raya cut herself off seeing the golden dragon pendent dangling from the woman’s neck. “Hey, is that Sisu by any chance?” Raya asked.

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise before yet another wondrous smile lit up her entire face.

“Yes it is, actually. No one’s ever caught onto that before,” she told Raya with evident shock in her voice. Raya’s already red cheeks were just glowing brighter at this point. Okay, so a pretty girl clear likes your favorite story. That’s no reason to lose your damn mind, Raya! Get a grip!

“Well, just between you and me I’m a bit of a dragon nerd,” Raya replied. Then she internally cringed as soon as she said those words out loud. A dragon nerd, Raya?! Really? She seriously didn’t know how to talk to pretty girls, did she?

“Hey, I’m the one wearing the Sisu fan necklace,” the woman teased. Raya laughed and thanked whatever deity is out there that she didn’t make a total fool of herself.

“Well, I suppose that makes two of us,” Raya smiled as she internally cringed at her own words. Someone throw her in the abyss because apparently she simply can’t talk to pretty girls properly. Raya was incredibly thankful to see the other woman giggle at her terrible attempt at humor and proceeded to continue their conversation.

“I guess it does. And may I ask what is the name of my fellow dragon nerd?” the sophisticated undercut woman asked.

The question made Raya purse her lips and glance from side to side in distress. See, the problem with that is the fact that Raya doesn’t exactly just give out her name. After witnessing her ba fall into the she demon’s grasp first hand, Raya had developed a little bit of trust issues over the years. She didn’t need anyone purposefully ratting her out to her step family behind her back. Hell, it took Raya over six months before she was comfortable telling Tong and Boun her real name.

Plus, she didn’t want to run the risk of someone accidentally exposing Raya to her stepfamily. All it took was one mindless comment mentioning Raya’s affiliation withe Sisudatu’s Sweetshop and having the Druun family overhear to absolutely ruin her.

So, as much as it weirdly pained Raya, she would not be telling this woman her name. She was a stranger, and that meant she could not truly be trusted. Her rules would bend for no one. Even they looked like they were sculpted by the gods. As Raya was desperately trying to find the right words to explain the situation without offending the woman or making herself seem like a paranoid psycho, the woman’s eyes lit up with understanding.

“Ah, not very comfortable around strangers I take it?” her gentle voice questioned, soothing Raya’s ears immediately. The eighteen year old sighed in relief at how quickly this woman was able to figure out what was wrong without Raya having to stumble on her words and make a fool of herself.

“Yeah, sorry about that. It has nothing to do with you, I promise. I just tend to err on the side of caution when it comes to telling anyone any kind of personal information, even if it’s something basic like my name,” Raya explained. The woman nodded at Raya’s response.

“I completely understand. Names have power. Besides, you really can never be too careful in this world. There’s a lot of less than good people out there,” the woman agreed. Raya nodded as the other woman spoke up once more,” besides, I’m kind of liking the mysterious vibes you’re giving off right now. It’s very intriguing.”

Raya stifled her laughter at the woman’s words. She honestly never would have called herself mysterious until now. But Raya couldn’t deny the pleased feeling she got in her chest when she got the undercut lady’s approval of her newly found aura of mystery.

“Although, I am going to need something to call you. Dragon nerd seems a bit long, don’t you think? Got any other nicknames I can use that you’re familiar with? Or do I get to make up my own?” the gorgeous girl asked with a small quirk of her lips.

Raya tilted her head in thought at the question. Well, Raya’s nickname at the bakery was Ray Ray, started by little Noi who struggles to say her actual name. Tong and Boun just kind of picked up on it after hearing Noi say it for so long. However, that nickname was a bit too close to her actual name so that was no go.

There was also the nicknames her stepfamily gave her. The most popular one being Cinders. But then again, they were meant to demean and belittle her in every way possible. Raya didn’t really think any of those would be a good choice either.

“Uh I’ll let you tap into your creativity for that,” Raya decided. The woman hummed and tapped her chin before a beaming smile graced her face.

“Oh! I’ve got one that suits you quite well,” the goddess of a woman declared. Raya rose an eyebrow at this exclamation.

“And what would that be?” Raya inquired.

“I think Dep la is a perfect fit for you,” the woman said as Raya’s entire face bursted into flames. Oh no, pretty lady is calling her strangely beautiful? She had to fight the urge to fan herself from how hot she was getting in the face.

Think, Raya, think! Don’t let this woman know how much control she already has, even if she was quite c- oh. That could work. Raya quickly switched her expression from shocked to smug as an idea struck her.

“Well now that my nickname has been established, I think it’s only fair that I give you one too,” Raya grinned. The woman’s smile only widened at Raya’s words.

“I certainly don’t mind,” the woman purred. Raya prayed she wasn’t overstepping any boundaries as she gave this woman a new nickname.

“Charming. You’ve certainly got the right qualities for it,” Raya giggled. She was incredibly pleased to see a blush on the other woman’s face. Gone was the once confident girl and was then replaced by a much more shy version of herself. Charming looked down bashfully and hastily tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I’m honored you think so highly of me,” Charming whispered. Raya’s smug little smirk grew at the comment.

“How could I not? You saved me from the utter humiliation of hopping up and down like a frog for this book,” Raya joked. This earned a beautiful string of laughter from Charming and wow could Raya listen to the sound all day.

“Hey, would you mind if we looked at that book together? I’ve been trying to find this version of the story and it’s the only copy here,” Charming asked, sounding quite nervous.

Raya’s heartbeat started going a whole lot faster. She got to reread one of her favorite stories and she had an excuse to be with the woman with muscles that must have taken years to develop? Sign her up.

“Of course! I’ve never read this story on my own anyways,” Raya said as she led Charming back to her table with the bread.

Raya and Charming nestled in close as they opened the book then proceeded to dive right into the world of magic and dragons saving the world. They made sly comments about dumb things the characters did and shared a couple laughs over the more humorous parts of the story. Raya couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun. It was silly, really. She was just reading a child’s book that she has read countless times before with a total stranger. It shouldn’t make Raya so happy.

But somehow...she felt so warm. So safe. Raya was honestly a tad concerned with how attached she was getting to this woman in such a short amount of time.

Before Raya knew it, they had completely abandoned the book and were instead asking each other questions to learn more about the other. This led to exchanging stories of their personal lives. While keeping their true identities a secret, of course.

“I swear I’ll never forget the look on my ma’s face after I completely destroyed her vase with my sword,” Charming cackled. Raya was laughing so hard she felt tears trying to break free from her eyes.

“How did she even let you live after that?” Raya chocked out. Charming shook her head as her laughter died down to an easy smile.

“I wish I knew, Dep la, I wish I knew,” Charming wheezed out while trying to calm herself down. Despite Raya’s best efforts, she could still feel the warmth rise to her cheeks after hearing this woman call her dep la. Raya seriously needed to work on that.

“You sound like you were quite the handful as a kid, Charming,” Raya giggled with a sense of pride as the other woman’s cheeks darkened as well. Two can play the nickname game.

“Oh, absolutely. My Ma had her work cut out for her, that’s for sure,” Charming chuckled. The taller woman leaned hand against her palm and glanced at Raya with curious eyes. “What about you? Any crazy childhood events that drive your parents up the wall?” Charming asked. Raya laughed and shook her head.

“Of course not. My Ba always said I was the perfect baby,” Raya smiled as Charming scoffed.

“Forgive my doubt, but you don’t strike me as the innocent angel type,” Charming pointedly told her. Raya’s smile completely overtook her entire face at that remark.

“Okay, so I’ll admit I may or may not have set the entire kitchen on fire when I tried cooking dinner,” Raya sheepishly admitted. Charming threw her head back in laughter.

“Now that’s more along the lines of what I was expecting. Have your parents let you step foot in the kitchen after that mishap?” Charming teasingly asked while nudging Raya’s shoulder. The question made Raya’s smile turn sad as she shook her head.

“Well, my both of my parents passed a few years back so I guess they don’t really have much of a say in that,” Raya shrugged. She noticed Charming’s demeanor shift into one that was much more comforting and sympathetic.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, I had no idea. I hope I didn’t bring up any bad memories by asking about them,” Charming told her worriedly. Raya’s joyful smile returned at the other woman’s concern.

“Oh no, not at all. I’m honestly glad you asked me about them. I like to think talking about them keeps their memory alive. Well, it’s either that or retelling my Ba’s awful jokes. I loved that man but wow even I was embarrassed for him whenever he tried to be funny,” Raya smirked as Charming’s laughter filled the air once more.

“Now that’s something I understand all too well. I swear, my mother’s attempts at humor are to intentionally humiliate me,” the other woman sighed. Raya was about to respond when she looked out the window to see that the sky had cleared up. Ray frowned at the realization that this meant she needed to go back to the bakery. She never thought she’d see the day where she wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t the sweetshop The woman beside her caught onto her upset face pretty quickly.

“Something wrong, Dep la?” Charming inquired. Raya sighed and stood up from the table to brush her pants off.

“Nothing so terrible, I assure you. It’s just that now that the rain has cleared up I have to return to work. I only ran in here so that the bread wouldn’t get soggy. Sorry to leave so abruptly,” Raya sighed as she leaned down to pick up the crate of bread. She didn’t notice her hair ring slip from beneath her shirt into the open until Charming spoke up.

“That’s a beautiful ring. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Do you know what those words mean?” she asked, referring to inscription on the inside of the hair ring. Raya shrugged as she adjusted the crate in her hands.

“Honestly, I have no idea. This was the last thing my ba gave me before he passed so he never got to tell me what the words mean,” Raya explained. She frowned before continuing to speak,” I still haven’t been able to even figure what language the words are in.”

Charming squinted her eyes at the hair ring before a lightbulb seemed to go off in her head.

“Hey, I think I’ve seen that language before. I’ve got a pretty big library back at home with some ancient text. I’m sure it’s in there somewhere,” Charming told her with a thoughtful expression her face.

“Wait, does that mean you might be able to figure what my hair ring says?” Raya asked hopefully. Truthfully, the words didn’t really matter but she had always been so curious as to what it said.

“I think so. I just need to write down the words really quickly. If you have the time, that is. I don’t want to keep you from your job.” Charming said, already getting out a piece of paper.

“Eh, they’ll survive a few more minutes without me. Go for it,” Raya agreed, allowing Charming to get a closer look at the words on her hair ring. The other woman quickly scribbled done the words and pocketed the piece of paper in her pants.

“Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Dep la. I hope to see you around. To tell you what those words mean, of course,” Charming blushed. Raya suppressed her laughter at the woman’s rather awkward final sentence. Man, she really wanted to stay with Charming just a bit longer. But alas, she had to return to her normal life.

“Right back at you Charming. Don’t miss me too much while we’re apart!” Raya teased as she sped walked away from the library.

Raya was in a pathetic daze as she reentered the sweetshop. For some reason, Charming just would not leave her head. It was ridiculous! It wasn’t just because she was pretty, Raya had seen many other pretty people before. No, this was different.

The undercut woman made her feel so warm. The security she felt with her was something she hadn’t felt since her ba’s death. Raya frantically shook those thoughts away before they could attempt to grow. She couldn’t think about that now. There was basically no chance of running into Charming ever again, anyways. It doesn’t matter anymore.

Despite Raya’s rational thinking, the dopey grin she had never left her face as she gently placed the crate of bread on the counter. Boun and Noi looked up from their spot at the window when she came in.

“Raya! Thank goodness you’re okay! We’ve been freaking out over here!” Boun yelled as he pounced on her in an hug. Raya chuckled as Noi quickly followed Boun’s example.

Tong poked his head from the back door and sighed in relief at seeing Raya standing there unharmed.

“Sweet spirits, Raya! I was worried sick over you! I had no idea it was supposed to rain today, I’m so sorry! I would never have sent you out if I had known!” Tong cried out and hurriedly gave a her a once over to make sure she was really okay.

“I’m fine, Tong. Really. Sorry for the delay. I got a bit, um held up,” Raya giggled. Tong huffed and crossed his arms.

“Next time just be more- wait. Wait a minute. I know that look,” Tong said, glaring at Raya. The eighteen year old woman tilted her head in confusion at his comment.

“What look are you talking about, exactly?” Raya question wearily. Surely she wasn’t that obvious? Raya was proven wrong at Tong’s immediate scowl at her attempt to deny his observation.

“You were with a someone! I knew it! ‘I’m just focusing on leaving my stepfamily’ my behind! What’s his name, huh?” Tong snapped at her. Raya rolled her eyes at his overreaction and dismissively flicked her wrist.

“I’ll have you know that I really am focusing on ditching the Druun family! I never lied about that,” Raya told him pointedly. She gave a slight grin and said, “plus, if it makes you feel any better, I was actually with a girl.”

“Ohhhhh Raya’s got a girlfriend!” Boun whispered to Noi, totally trying to stir the pot between the two adults. Which absolutely worked.

“Are you kidding me?! That’s even worse! Women are ten times more vicious than men could ever hope to be in the ways of courtship! You should have seen my wife in our youth!” Tong exclaimed. Raya cackled at his rather passionate response and went to secure her apron.

“Oh Tong, you really are too much sometimes. Besides, you should have seen the quality of the clothes she wore. That woman was definitely of a wealthy family, so it’s all but certain that I’ll never see her again,” Raya said in order to try and soothe the older man. Though she couldn’t deny the disappointment she felt at her own words. It was embarrassing how quickly Raya grew fond of Charming if she was being completely honest. All she could really do now was try and get over it.

“Well, in that case I suppose it’s not the worse thing in the world,” Tong breathed out, effectively calming himself down.

Oh, Raya couldn’t resist the urge to mess with him just a little more.

“It’s such a shame, though. She was the most charming woman I’ve ever met. She even told me I was strangely beautiful,” Raya swooned. She watched in amusement as Tong’s face grew panicked.

“Maybe I should just go seek her out! I’d love more one-on-one time with such a stunning girl,” Raya grinned. Tong frantically began shaking her shoulders as if that would drag all thoughts of Charming away from her.

“RAYA NO DON’T FALL INTO HER TRAP ITS HOW THEY LURE YOU IN! BE STRONG, RAY RAY, BE STRONG-”

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Of Dust and Ashes (Chapter 35)

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Chapter 35

Early March, just over 7 months post Decimation.

It was early and she couldn’t say why she had woken up, but she did. After untangling herself from the trap of Clint’s arms, she slipped from the bed in the dark of the room. At the foot of the bed, Trust lifted his heavy eyelids and glanced at her, evaluating the world in his mistress’ eyes before closing his own again.

Deanna stood in the moonlit room and gazed down at him. The scars littering his arms and exposed chest seemed to glow in the soft light. Reaching out, she danced her fingertips over the soft skin of his chest, neck and lips.

He was magnificent, in all ways. She couldn’t imagine a world without him. In response to her tough, his lips parted and her stirred causing her to pull away. She didn’t want to wake him. He had worked hard all winter to see them through and she was beyond thankful. Now, spring was in the air and he could rest at least for the morning.

On nearly silent feet, she crept out of the bedroom. The house was peaceful in the early morning light. She turned on the faucet and filled the tea kettle while she pulled open the curtains over the sink. In the distance, morning light was just beginning to fight back the black of the night.

After setting the kettle on top of the wood stove, she set about the task of opening the curtains in the living room as well. She needed to go out and get some eggs, perhaps some spinach and tomatoes for breakfast but that could wait, it was early still. It wasn’t quite the time for chores, at least not the heavy ones.

The whistle of the kettle pulled her out of thoughts she hadn’t realized trapped her. Rushing across the living room, she snagged it from the stove. Later, she would make a proper pot for Clint but for now a simple pour over mug of coffee sounded lovely.

It was black in the mug but the rich smell as it filtered down into the cup brought a warmth to her that the fire still burning in the wood stove hadn’t. A part of her though still felt cold even as she sipped the dark brew.

She made quick work of pulling open the heavy stove door and chucking a log inside. They wouldn’t need much warmth to make it through the day. It was her opinion however that keeping a low fire burning in the stove was far easier than starting one fresh when they wanted to beat back the chill.

Was that part inside of her that shattered at the smell of burning flesh mended or had it simply been held together with the ice of winter? Would it melt in the spring? Would she be okay if those parts fell apart with the spring thaw?

Such silly thoughts in the early morning. She scolded herself for allowing her mind to be so overly dramatic as she slipped her feet into the fuzzy house shoes Clint had brought her as a Christmas gift. She pulled on a fuzzy over sized jacket that smelled of Clint and pulled open the heavy door.

Cold air bit at her cheeks but it would quickly warm. For now, the thermometer next to the door reported a temperature of only 37 degrees. Above freezing, that was nice. Where the shadows of the buildings covered the ground most of the day, there were still piles of white snow but most of the snow that had once blanketed the field that stretched out from in front of their farmhouse had melted away in the last few weeks.

Their farmhouse. Such a silly thought. It was a lie. It wasn’t their farmhouse. It wasn’t now and she suspected it never would be theirs. It was his… and her’s. If she went upstairs she could still feel her there. The ghost of the woman who had called the house home. Who had made the house a home.

Dee could never banish the spirit of her and wasn’t sure she wanted to. Clint deserved to have the ghost of what was for as long as he wanted to cling to them. She knew that sometimes, in the deep quiet of the night he would occasionally go upstairs where the children’s rooms had been. Where the room he had shared with his wife was.

These thoughts needed to be banished. They had no place in the daylight. They would be banished with the morning sunrise, she decided.

It was better to think of the future and their plans for it. There was no point in walking through the past and stirring up the dust of those who are gone.

Soon they would be digging deep holes in the field to plant the trees that managed to survive the winter in their makeshift greenhouse. There would be new life for her to focus on. Chicks will hatch and those that had hatched over the winter were of age to be traded.

Warm arms snaked around her waist, startling her. Coffee sloshed around in her mug, spilling over the side and dripping down onto the railing she had been leaning against. His chest was warm, pressed against her back as he rested his head against her.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” His voice was thick with the gravel of sleep.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” It was hard not to melt into his embrace and she gave in within seconds. It was his warmth that touched the deep part of her heart that couldn’t seem to get warm.

“You didn’t.” He mumbled. “Did you make any for me?”

“It’s the pour over- I was going to start a pot when I went in.”

He hummed in her ear and just stood there, holding her. He didn’t know it, but she was sure he was holding her together.

“How many chickens are we going to trade?” She asked as the sun climbed higher, breaking the crystalline silence that had settled.

“Three, I think.” After a moment he added, “Two roosters and a hen, probably.”

“What do you think you’ll ask for?”

“Dunno. Maybe just a favor owed. We aren’t really in need of anything. Maybe flour if we can find someone with a stockpile.” Rubbing his hands up and down her arms, he finally pulled back. “Breakfast and planning?”

Inside, they worked together to scramble eggs, chop small red tomatoes and spinach. Breakfast was quick to cook while a pot of coffee quickly filled. Omelets were finished off with thick slices of crusty bread she had gotten fairly good at baking. Coffee washed it all done just fine.

It was a fine start to what should have been a fine day.

~~~~~<3

Clint had gone into the barn to get a second shovel. That was over half an hour ago and he still wasn’t back. It wasn’t that far to the barn and another shovel couldn’t be that hard to find. He had damn near every tool in that barn along with extras, even with much of it cleared out for the plants and her RV.

“Where is he?” It would be a lie to say she wasn’t frustrated.

It had warmed up as the morning gave way to midday and the sun shining down paired with the exertion of digging helped a lot but it still, digging these holes wasn’t high on the list of things she wanted to do- even in the post decimation world.

After another 15 minutes passed, she tossed her shovel down between the two broken halves of the shovel Clint had been using. She was tired of doing all the work.

“Clint?” No answer. “God damn it.” She was going to have to go all the way into the barn to find him, wasn’t she?

She had to go all the way to the damned barn.

He was inside, in the very back. Though she called his name, he didn’t seem to hear her. Clint wasn’t a man that she could sneak up on but for all she could tell, he didn’t hear her coming. He didn’t react to her voice. He didn’t turn to her, smile wide and crack a lame joke.

“Clint?” Fingertips trembled as she reached out for him, stopping just short of his shoulder. Though it made no sense, she was scared to touch him. Perhaps he would shatter into a million pieces. Perhaps she’d wake up, find herself asleep on the couch in her house all those miles away as the TV blared the repeating emergency broadcast.

He was holding a shovel. It was plain, nothing fancy. There were dirt stains on the blade and handle but that wasn’t all. There were words carved into the wood.

They where simple words, names. There wasn’t much room on the shaft of the handle for anything complex but their meaning was clear just the same. Since the decimation, keeping dates and time had lost importance but suddenly it was all she could think about.

Those names, it was their names. That date, it was today. She couldn’t be sure but she was. Deep down in her core she was beyond sure, though there was no reasonable way she could know.

But she did.

“It’s dumb.” Clint’s voice was thin.

“What?” The word was more like a whisper of a breath than anything resembling a word but that was okay. He heard her anyway. Or perhaps he didn’t need to hear here. Perhaps he was talking to the ghosts as much as he was talking to her.

“When we’d gotten married, we got a shovel. This shovel.” Could he hear her heartbeat when he fell silent? She certainly could. “Burned our names into it myself. And the date. I promised when we got married that I’d build her a house. This was the shovel we would use to break ground.”

“That’s…”

“Today.” He finished for her. “The farmhouse was dilapidated when we got it but she saw the potential bones of her dream house. We used this shovel to break ground on the addition.”

“Clint-”

“No.” He cleared his throat and repeated the word, stronger. “It’s fine.”

She didn’t believe him but instead of challenging him, she nodded. He didn’t meet her eyes as he stood. The grace and fluidity that he usually moved with was gone, leaving stiff limbs and the dust of age.

“Let’s get those holes dug- it’ll be easier to plant the trees in a few weeks when it warms up if we’ve got them done.”

They dug six more holes that day. She watched as he tried to act like nothing was wrong. He cracked jokes, talked and flirted but still, he was off. Now that she had confirmation that something was wrong, she couldn’t not see it through every hole.

She saw it through lunch. It laughed in her face during dinner.

Trust felt what lingered in the air around the man. He could see it too, in that way dogs had. It was a dark cloud that followed the man. Even as he smiled and laughed, it clung to him. He didn’t want to be around that cloud. There was plenty he could and would fight away from his people but there was nothing he could do to banish the cloud. He had no choice but to leave it to the woman.

With a whine, he put his paw over his muzzle and closed his eyes. Hopefully when he woke, the could would be gone.

~~~~~<3

Dee woke slowly in the dark. The haze of sleep was slow to lift. Waking in the middle of the night was never like it had been shown in movies. They always showed it as sudden, as if sleep and awake were two completely independent states. More often than not, waking in the night was a process where one spent most of the time in a gray fog of in between.

It was that gray area that she lingered in, head resting against the pillow and enveloped with the warmth of the blankets. Still, she woke and a part of her was cold, deep down.

She was alone in the bed. She shouldn’t have been, they had gone to bed together. He had held her as she fell asleep. That warmth reached into that cold part of her. But it was gone now.

Was that what had woke her? Was it something else? Should she go back to sleep?

Sleep wouldn’t come, though she had tried for a while. She could hear the sound of Trust breathing. The weight of him at the foot of the bed was comforting. It was almost enough to soothe her back to sleep. Almost.

But sleep would not return. Perhaps it was waiting for him to return. But it seemed he wasn’t returning and thus, neither would sleep.

After some time, the fog had left her fully. Nothing but the burning irritation of sleepiness was left behind as she pushed back the blankets. Trust’s eye’s opened and he watched her, not bothering to move from his place as she got up.

“Don’t get up on my account.” She told the dog that was clearly at no risk of doing such a thing.

The oil lamp that usually sat overnight, wick turned down low on the dresser was gone. They kept it there as a precaution. The reactor that powered the property had gone a long time without service and Clint wasn’t equipped to do any work on it. While Tony would say it could run forever, it was largely untested and the farmhouse was far from the perfect environment for it. The time was tarnishing metals on it and sometimes the lights in the house would dim ever so slightly.

She could flip the light switch and there would be plenty of light to see by, probably. But she didn’t. The truth was, they rarely used the electric lights in the dead of night though it was hard to say why. If forced to guess, she would say it was because the fires of the oil lamps couldn’t be taken away from them. It helped that Clint was able to make good trades for oil to burn.

They were not in the habit of closing the curtains in the night. Moonlight filled the room, spilling over Trust as he slept alone on the bed. That same light, cold yet pure filled the rest of the first floor, allowed in by every window left uncovered or covered only by a gauzy fabric that while was a curtain by name, did nothing to keep the light out.

Where the curtains upstairs open? Was that floor banished into the darkness. Did he open then in the mornings when she was busy with a chore and close them when darkness fell? It didn’t matter. Let the dead rest. Stop digging up their graves.

But they weren’t dead, unlike her kids. They where something else. Was that why the ghosts of his family seemed to haunt her more and more as time went on?

“You’re being silly.” She whispered to herself.

And she was, wasn’t she? Dust or dead, it didn’t matter. Gone was gone. There was no coming back from dust. Hell, she wasn’t even sure the world could come back from the decimation. It was gone. Gone was gone.

“Clint?” She called softly. It was silly, they were alone so there was no fear of waking another and if she wanted to actually get his attention by calling out, it would typically do well to be heard.

There was no reason for it, other than the imaginary ghosts haunting her thoughts, but her nerves were strung tight. She could feel the hum of it in her body. The hair on her arms stood on end as she walked from the hall into the living room.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Everything’s fine.” She chastised herself. “You’re just being silly.”

“Yeah, you are.”

A shrike filled the air. If it had been a cartoon or some cheap show, she would be clinging to the ceiling with how she jumped. This was reality however cursed it may be though and so she only jumped at most an inch off the ground while all the muscles in her body seized before she whirled on him.

She didn’t know what she expected, as she prepared to launch into a tirade of ‘don’t scare me’ but it wasn’t what she was faced with.

Clint sat on the stairs, oil lamp sitting to his right and wearing only the sweat pants he had gone to bed in and naked from the chest up. The soft light played across the lines of his face and body. Between his bear feet was a bottle of whiskey. They’d sipped at it rarely and it had been rather full when she had last seen it. Now? Now it was nearly empty. The light of the lamp shone through the glass, seeming to light a fire within it.

It should have been mesmerizing. In reality, it was haunting. The way he looked in that moment made her blood run cold. It was a fear based in nothing and yet it was instinctual.

He looked worn, older than his age. Older than he had ever looked before. The weight of countless battles, struggles and trials weighed on him. Across his lap lay a shovel.

She’d been blind to it. Even when his mask would slip ever so slightly, she still didn’t see it. But now? Now the mask was off, thrown aside. She saw it all and her heart broke for him.

“Clint?” Fear tamed both her voice and tone. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” He said before changing his mind, “No. I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay.”

She knelt in front of him, the smell of whiskey on his breath washing over her “You will.”

“And if I’m not?”

~~~~~<3

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