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Push the Sky Away - Part Three

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x original female character (Lorra Stark) Chapter warnings: Mild angst. Smut. Word count: ~6.7k

Summary: Aemond writes a letter and makes a thousand mile journey. Series masterlist.

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Lorra,

Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire. You, and you alone, are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please don’t be alarmed -– I don’t expect your favour -– but I can’t, in good conscience, not reveal myself.

I do not wish for a betrothal -– nor will I -– unless it is to you. Since the moment I laid eyes upon you, it has always been you.

With love, Aemond

Aemond casts his eye over the ink as it dries on the parchment, a hot wave of embarrassment flowing through his body and flushing his cheeks. He has never spoken so plainly with regard to his feelings before, though he has never had such strong feelings to express until now. He quickly rolls it up, before he has the opportunity to change his mind and cast it into the fireplace, sealing it with wax and ordering for it to be sent by raven to Winterfell straight away.

The days pass without word from Lorra. Each of Aemond’s visits to the ravens’ tower end in disappointment when he finds no reply from her. Barely contained rage causes him to clench his hands into fists, stalking away from the maester every time he is told that nothing has arrived.

He wonders if his letter arrived in Winterfell before she did, if perhaps the lack of her response is due to her not yet having had a chance to read it. He ponders on whether he had chosen his words carefully enough, if he could have made his feelings clearer. Will she return to him, or grace him with a letter of her own? As the days bleed into a week, and then another week after that, Aemond’s frustrations simmer to despondency as the sad realisation dawns upon him that Lorra has no intent of writing back to him.

“Your mother asked that I give you time, and I feel that we have waited long enough.”

Otto’s voice rouses Aemond’s attention from the flickering flames of the hearth that he has been staring into, lost in thought, and he turns his head watching as his grandsire settles into the seat across from him.

“It has only been a fortnight since Lorra left King’s Landing,” Aemond replies quietly, returning his focus back to the fire.

“Yes, and almost half a year that you have wasted on a failed courtship,” Otto shoots back, his tone sharp. “Time is not on our side, Aemond. You must marry before the King passes, to strengthen Aegon’s claim to the throne. I intend to write to Lord Baratheon to–”

“I do not want a Baratheon girl!” Aemond hisses, head snapping towards Otto, eye wide and nostrils flared in anger.

Otto sighs in frustration, shifting in his chair. “What you want is of little consequence. You will take your dragon, once I have dispatched a raven, and you will fly to Storm’s End.”

Aemond draws in a breath as the realisation of what he should have done two weeks ago dawns upon him. He gives a slight nod, his eye meeting the weary gaze of his grandsire.

“Yes, I will take Vhagar. But I will fly North to Winterfell.”

“That is reckless.”

“I can win back the favour of the Starks. Without recklessness I would not be the rider of the world’s largest dragon.”

“An impulsive act that cost you dearly.”

“Yes, my impulsivity may have lost me my eye, but I shall not allow my own inaction to lose me the woman I love.”

Aemond rises from his seat, walking towards the door. In his mind the matter is closed.

“And what if you fail?” Otto calls after him.

He stops momentarily, bowing his head as he considers Otto’s words, then turns to look at him over his shoulder. “If I fail then I will accept whoever you choose for me to wed.”

The journey North the following morning is one of the longest that Aemond has ever taken on dragonback. Even wrapped up in riding leathers, he can feel the bite of the cold at his flesh as he leaves behind the temperate climate of the Crownlands, his body shivering as his gloved hands grip tightly to the reins of Vhagar’s saddle.

Usually Aemond leans into the ebb and flow of the weightlessness that he feels while in flight, but all sensations are dulled by the racing of his heart. No journey feels like it is long enough for him to prepare what he intends to say when he eventually faces Lorra. Will she be prepared to see him, or will she simply turn him away? The idea of the latter causes dread to gnaw at the pit of his stomach.

He glides in a slow circle above the fortress of Winterfell, scoping out where best to land his mount. There is no way he can land close to its walls due to Vhagar’s size. It is insult enough to the Starks to arrive uninvited, without the claws of his dragon causing their walls to crumble.

Satisfied that he knows the layout of the land, Aemond brings Vhagar to land on a grassy embankment on the southern facade of the castle, dismounting and making the rest of the journey on foot.

It is early evening as he approaches, and he is met at the gates by several members of Winterfell’s garrison, their man-at-arms demanding he state his business. Unsurprisingly, there are no Starks present to greet him, but his dragon has doubtless been spotted and alerted them to this arrival.

“I am Prince Aemond of House Targaryen. I request an audience with Lady Lorra Stark,” he states simply.

He is escorted to the Great Hall, disappointed at the absence of Lorra as he enters. Her father, Rickon, is seated alone, his gaze stern as he looks upon the Targaryen Prince. Rickon does not stand to greet him, the informality taking him aback as the garrison bustle out of the hall, leaving just the two of them.

“I hope you will forgive the lack of formal greeting,” Rickon says gruffly, “the raven carrying news of your arrival must have been waylaid.”

Aemond swallows thickly, clasping his hands behind his back. He had not expected a warm reception from House Stark, however, this appears to be outright hostility.

“My visit is unplanned, my Lord, and I apologise for the intrusion. I will speak plainly, I have travelled to Winterfell with the intention of resuming my betrothal to your daughter. I had hoped to speak with her.”

Rickon scoffs, his eyebrows raising slightly. “If I could, I would send you back the way you came. However, it is not my intention for the people of the North to fall foul of the Crown, so I am obliged to offer you the hospitality of our House. You will dine with us this evening and leave upon the morrow.”

Aemond’s heart sinks, fearing he has failed before being given the opportunity to redeem himself, and he has not even laid his eye upon Lorra yet, let alone been allowed to speak to her.

He is shown to his bedchamber, changing out of his riding clothes into more appropriate attire for dinner.

As he enters the dining hall, he freezes, feeling his throat run dry as he spots Lorra seated at the table. In their time apart he had forgotten just how beautiful she is and the sight of her is enough to steal away all the air from his lungs.

“Come, sit, eat,” her mother, Gilliane, beckons from her seat beside Lorra.

Cregan and Rickon flank one side of the table, while Lorra and Gilliane are sat at the other, leaving the only available spaces at either end of it, either next to her mother and father, or Lorra and her brother. Aemond opts for the latter of the seating arrangements, hoping it will give him an opportunity to speak to her.

“I hope the food is to your liking. We were unaware we were to have a Royal visitor, otherwise we would have prepared something befitting a Prince.” Gilliane tells him with a tight smile.

Once again, Aemond is reminded of his intrusion, feeling the tips of his ears burn with embarrassment. He forces himself to look at her, keeping his tone polite.

“It is a fine spread, my Lady, you have my thanks.”

He lowers his voice, inclining his head towards Lorra. “The food is of little importance to me, I wished only to see you.”

“And now you have,” she replies simply without looking at him.

Her response is like a dagger to Aemond’s chest, he recoils slightly, opening his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it. There are a thousand things he wishes to say to her, but not in the company of her family, and so the rest of the meal passes in slow, uncomfortable silence.

When they retire for the evening, Aemond seizes his opportunity to talk with Lorra alone as she walks back towards her quarters.

“Wait,” he calls after her, striding ahead of her and standing in front of her to block her way. “Did you get my letter?”

Lorra sighs. The expression upon her face as she looks up at Aemond makes his heart ache. She looks tired and sad, and the guilt he feels at knowing he is the cause seems as though it may swallow him whole.

“I did. Pretty words, though they are empty and expressed far too late.”

Aemond’s stomach drops into free fall. His fingers twitch uselessly at his sides, eager to reach out and stroke the soft skin of her cheek, to comfort her. Though she is standing before him, it feels as though a chasm stretches between them, she has never felt more far away.

“Is it too late?” He asks quietly.

“You are leaving tomorrow.”

“Give me one week. A week is all I ask to win back your affection, to prove to you I am a man worth marrying.”

“I gave you six months!” She cries frustratedly. “I am not prepared to waste anymore of my time on a man who does not know how to love. I have no interest in a match that is purely political.”

“Nor do I, not anymore, and I will prove it to you. One week, please.”

Lorra bows her head, toying with her fingers for a moment as she thinks, before looking back up at him. “I shall give you three days.”

She steps around Aemond, walking away and leaving him alone in the castle corridor.

As hard as he tries, sleep will not take Aemond that night. It is not the chill of the Northern air that robs him of rest, as he had anticipated, the hot springs upon which Winterfell is built keep the castle surprisingly warm. He is exhausted from the long journey, and yet his mind will not quiet long enough to allow sleep to take him.

He has just three days to prove to Lorra that he is worthy of her. His station alone is not enough, a royal title is of obvious no concern to the Starks. Aemond has spent his entire life believing that duty alone is sufficient, that love in a marriage is a fanciful, unnecessary component. Lorra has challenged all of that – for her, it is a requirement – and it terrifies him, not the change in mindset itself, but how readily he is willing to accept it.

Aemond drifts off eventually, awakening to the metallic clash of blades outside his window. He rises slowly, groggy with fatigue and walks towards the sound, watching quietly as Lorra and Cregan spar together in the early morning light of the training yard below.

He smiles softly as he looks upon her, noting how quick she is. She is steady with her blade, yet light upon her feet. Though they had trained side by side many times at the Red Keep, he was always too preoccupied with the movement of his own sword and opponent to appreciate her skills fully. Immense guilt washes over him as he remembers how poorly he had treated her the first time she had asked to spar with him.

Now he has the opportunity to remedy that. Aemond dresses quickly, making his way out into the courtyard.

Cregan and Lorra come to a stop at his approach, eyeing him carefully as they lower their weapons.

Aemond gives a polite nod to the elder Stark, before turning his attention to Lorra. “My Lady, would you care to train?”

“I already am,” she says cooly, earning an amused smirk from her brother.

“With me,” he adds, straightening to disguise his discomfort.

“You wish to spar with me? I thought such things were beneath you.”

“I was misguided, allow me to correct the error of my ways.”

Lorra looks questioningly at Cregan, who gives an easy shrug. “Blades are over there,” he nods towards an assortment of weapons propped against the stone wall of the yard as he walks away.

Aemond snatches up a sword, walking back towards Lorra as she takes up a fighting stance. As he takes in the fire that blazes in her bright blue eyes he wonders if perhaps he has made a grievous error in judgement. Challenging the woman he has wronged to a fight would give her ample opportunity to exorcise her vexation, and he half expects her to simply run him through with her blade.

“I am not a child,” Lorra breathes heavily, the flat of her sword pushing back against Aemond’s as she blocks his attack. “You will not appease me with a disingenuous attempt at feigning interest in me.”

“A thousand mile journey is far from disingenuous,” he retorts, side stepping as she swipes at him. “You took the time to get to know me, and I have the genuine desire to do the same for you, though the time I have puts me at a disadvantage.”

Lorra scoffs, dodging as Aemond strikes forward, meeting the resistance of her blade once more.

“You fight well,” he tells her, stepping closer, his chest heaving with exertion. “Visenya Targaryen was said to be a fearsome warrior queen, I dare say even she would be impressed. A trait I would be proud for my wife to possess.”

She blinks rapidly, lowering her gaze and her sword as she steps back, light pink dusting the pale skin of her cheeks. “Flattery will not work upon me.”

Aemond finds boldness in Lorra’s sudden coyness, dropping his sword hand to his side, he closes the gap between them, crooking the finger of his free hand beneath her chin and tilting her face up to his. “Are you certain of that?”

He smirks when she says nothing, and pulls away to place his sword against the wall.

“Come with me,” he tells her, gently grabbing her arm and pulling her along with him towards the gates of Winterfell.

“Where are we going?” She asks with wide eyes as her steps hurry to keep up with his lengthy strides.

“To do something I should have done months ago,” he replies, never slowing his pace.

They pass through the gates and around to the south facade, icy wind nips at their skin and Aemond regrets his impulsive decision for a moment, wishing he had given them both the opportunity to don a coat before heading out, but he supposes in a moment it will not matter, not with the warmth of what he is to show her.

Vhagar is exactly where he had left her when he first landed, though she is now curled up in a sleeping position, the vast expanse of her having squashed the long grass around her completely flat.

Lorra slows, hesitating as the hulking frame of the dragon comes into view and Aemond looks back at her, his grasp slipping from her arm to her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Do not be afraid,” he reassures her, “when you are with me, Vhagar is no danger to you.”

Lorra shakes her head, though she does not pull her hand from his, a gesture that causes Aemond’s heart to soar.

“I am not afraid. I just do not understand the meaning of this.”

“I mean to introduce you, something I ought to have done in the first place, but I foolishly refused. Vhagar is the most important thing in the world to me…well, she was, now I find that someone else occupies that place in both my heart and mind.”

Lorra’s face softens, her big, blue eyes filled with uncertainty as she looks between Aemond and the sleeping dragon.

“Come,” Aemond beckons her forward as he resumes walking. “She is most docile when she is sleeping.”

The air turns humid from the heat that radiates from the great, slumbering beast as they approach her, and Aemond rubs a hand across the hardened heat of her scales, earning a gentle rumble from the dragon which gently quakes the ground upon which they stand.

“Does she not get cold? I cannot imagine the North is a suitable climate for such a creature,” Lorra says, staring up in wonder at Vhagar.

“She is fire itself,” Aemond explains softly, “she is not fond of the cold, but she is able to keep herself warm. Here–”

Aemond takes Lorra’s hand, feeling it tremble beneath his own as he presses it gently against the dragon’s scales, encouraging her to stroke them.

Lorra giggles, continuing to run her hand across them, even after he has pulled his away. “She is not as soft as I expected her to feel.”

“Hmm,” Aemond agrees, watching with a faint smile. “She is old and battle hardened.”

“What will you feed her while she is here?”

He grins, a faint chuckle escaping him at her question. Heat spreads rapidly through his chest at the care that Lorra shows for Vhagar, enquiring after her comfort and wellbeing.

“She is large enough to feed herself, too big even to house within the Dragon Pit of King’s Landing. I have never had to feed her, she fends for herself well enough. I daresay whatever sheep happened to be roaming here have met their end at her appetite.”

“My father gave me a direwolf pup when I was a child,” Lorra tells him, as she continues her absentminded stroking. “When he was old enough to fend for himself, I released him into the forest. It did not seem fair to keep such a creature cooped up in the confines of a castle. Direwolves are not like dragons, they cannot be controlled.”

“The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They obey because they choose to. My bond with Vhagar is the only reason she listens to me.”

Lorra turns, her eyes meeting his. “Is there anyone that you are bonded with strongly enough that you will listen to them?”

“No,” he whispers, leaning down so that his nose brushes against the tip of hers, “at least not until now.”

She blushes, turning her face away. “We should be getting back, but thank you for this, truly. I shall not forget it.”

Though Lorra had declined to kiss him, Aemond’s hope feels restored as he sits beside her at the supper table that evening, stirring his spoon through a steaming bowl of rabbit stew.

“We should go hunting tomorrow,” Lorra says to him with a bright smile.

“Making the Prince earn his keep?” Cregan asks with a chuckle.

“If luck is on our side, we may be able to serve Aemond’s favourite for supper, he is fond of roasted venison.”

Aemond sips his wine to hide the smile that tugs at his lips that she has remembered such a detail about him.

“Do you hunt?” Cregan asks Aemond, raising an eyebrow.

“I have never needed to,” he responds simply, doing his best to ignore the feeling of shame that washes over him as Lorra’s brother regards him with narrowed eyes.

“You will need more than luck if you hope to fell a deer between the two of then,” Cregan scoffs, returning his attention to his stew.

“We do not have to go, if you do not wish to,” Lorra tells him apologetically.

“No, I want to,” Aemond insists. “Even if we are fruitless in our endeavours, the time spent with you will not be wasted.”

She grins at him. A dazzling, brilliant expression that lights up her entire face, and makes Aemond’s heart squeeze in his chest as he realises just how much he has missed the sight of it.

Aemond walks Lorra back to her chambers later that evening, stopping as they reach the door.

“Well, I suppose we both ought to get some rest. We have an early start tomorrow, if we are to go hunting,” she tells him.

“It is still early,” he reminds her, “and I have only three days. It would be foolish to cut the first of them short.”

She raises her brows in surprise at this. “What are you suggesting?”

“I thought perhaps you would permit me to come inside so that we can talk for a while? I promise not to overstay my welcome.”

Lorra chews her lip in uncertainty as she considers his offer, before nodding. “Very well.”

Aemond looks around as he walks through Lorra’s chambers, he has never been somewhere that is so personal or intimate to her, and is eager to learn what he can of her from the space. The rooms are decorated with soft furnishings in greys and pale blues, the colours of her house, with ornately carved wolves’ heads and figures upon the shelves that house her books and personal effects. It is clear she is proud of her Stark heritage, just as he is of his Targaryen ancestry.

He casts his eye over her bookshelves, until his attention is drawn to the parchment upon her writing desk. He recognises it as the letter he had sent to her, picking it up as he reads the familiar words he’d written weeks before.

“You kept it…” he utters softly.

“I did,” Lorra confesses, seating herself on the edge of the bed.

Aemond allows the note to flutter back down upon the desk, turning to face her. “Can I ask, what had you planned to do?”

She sighs, fingertips plucking anxiously at the cotton of the bedspread. “Truthfully, I do not know. I wrote back to you countless times, but tore all of my letters up before I sent them. They were filled with hateful, angry words, which I know I would have regretted.”

Aemond nods, though it pains him to know she could ever think such things of him. “And how do you feel about me now?”

“You have made a good effort to redeem yourself, though I would be lying if your rejection of me back in King’s Landing does not still hurt. I am ashamed to admit that I wept most of the journey back to Winterfell. I had not expected you to come all this way just for me, but I am glad you did.”

Cautiously, Aemond steps towards her and, seeing no sign of protestation from Lorra, sits himself beside her on the bed. “It pains me to know you believe your feelings are unrequited. I should never have let you go.”

“Then why did you?”

Aemond presses his lips into a tight line, a wave of unease washing over him. His first instinct is to pull away, to tell her he does not wish to speak of it, yet he knows if he is to have any hope of winning her back he needs to speak openly.

“When I was a child, I watched my father break my mother’s heart more times than I care to count. The irony of it is that theirs was not a marriage borne of love, yet he managed to hurt her just the same. I swore to myself that I would never allow myself to be placed in such a situation, that when the time came I would do my duty, and matters of the heart would not interfere. Then you came along, and you changed my perception of everything that I believed to be true.”

“That is not a bad thing,” Lorra says softly.

“No it is not. But I have lived my life keeping a comfortable distance from others, I always have. I was content in my loneliness, or at least I thought I was. It is disarming to have someone enter your life and feel that you are willing to risk the comfort found in solitude just to keep them at your side. I have never longed for anyone, and yet when you are not near me I find myself looking for you. I did not know what to do with that.”

“And do you now?”

“I am willing to learn.”

Softly, Lorra cups Aemond’s face in her hands. His eye flutters closed, leaning into the warmth of her palms.

“Will you let me in fully?” She whispers. “Let me see all of you?”

He feels her fingertips creep up his left cheek, gently tapping at the leather of his eyepatch, and lurches backwards, heart pounding.

“It would frighten you.”

“I do not scare easily,” she reassures him, placing her hands back upon his face. This time he does not pull away, though he sits rigid as he allows her to lift the patch away from his head, keeping his seeing eye downcast as he holds his breath, fearing her reaction.

Her touch is featherlight as she traces the scar that runs the length of his face, and when he dares to look back up there is warmth in her gaze, where he had anticipated disgust.

“You are beautiful,” she murmurs.

Shock paralyses him momentarily as she leans in, pressing her lips to his, but he is quick to recover. His fingers thread themselves into the silken ebony of her hair as he kisses her fiercely. The soft plushness of her lips feel every bit as divine as they had the first time, his cock stirring in his breeches as their mouths part enough for his tongue to brush against hers.

Lorra presses her forehead to his when they finally break for air, both breathing heavily.

“We really ought to sleep,” she tells him quietly, “tomorrow is an early start.”

“Oh…yes, of course,” he utters, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he rises, preparing to return to his own room.

She grips his arm, stopping him. “No, stay, please.”

Aemond’s pulse races at the suggestion, yet he nods all the same. Stripping down to their undergarments, they lay snuggled together beneath the blankets. It is an odd sensation to hold someone; she lays with her head upon his chest and his arms wrapped around her. Aemond has never done this with anyone before, but he finds that he enjoys the sensation of her flesh against his, her warmth is comforting. Pressing his nose into her hair, his nostrils fill with the familiar scent of rosemary and lavender. Sleep comes much easier to him that night.

As she had promised, Lorra ensures they awaken early the next morning to ready themselves for a day in the forest. They each take a crossbow and a quiver of arrows, though Aemond is uncertain of how much use he will be with his. His disfigurement leaves him at a disadvantage when it comes to the use of ranged weapons.

“I am assuming you can ride a horse?” She asks, as she leads Aemond to the castle’s stables.

“I am not as proficient as I am on dragonback,” he admits, “but yes, I can ride.”

“I have had the stable hand saddle Cregan’s steed for you,” she tells him, stroking a gloved hand over the velvety snout of a large, black horse. “He is more even tempered than any of our other geldings and less likely to throw you off.”

She winks at Aemond as she walks towards her own mount, and he watches with a smirk as she climbs into the saddle of a strikingly white mare.

“Her name is Nymeria,” she tells him proudly. “Cregan’s is named Rhoyne.”

The ride through the forest is peaceful, their horses trotting at a leisurely pace, side by side, beneath a blanket of deep green fir trees so thick that Aemond almost cannot see the sky above them.

“Your Baratheon girl must not be pleased that you are here,” Lorra says eventually, glancing over at Aemond with a demure smile.

“I have no Baratheon girl,” Aemond tells her.

“Oh?”

Aemond tightens his hold on the reins of his horse, his posture stiffening slightly. “It is…regrettable, what you overheard between my grandsire and I. The truth of the matter is that he had intended to send me to Storm’s End to petition Lord Baratheon for the hand of one of his daughters in marriage. I refused.”

Lorra laughs softly. “He cannot have taken that well.”

“He was not pleased, no. I came here instead, on the promise that I would secure an alliance with House Stark.”

She says nothing, averting her gaze towards the trees, and they continue to ride in silence. Aemond glances at her every so often, hoping to catch her eye, but to his disappointment she is always on the lookout for game, or is at least pretending to be. The quiet hangs heavy between them, the only sounds are the gentle hoofbeats of their mounts and the distant chirping of birds.

“I know it is not ideal,” he tells her, no longer able to bear her silence, “to have this obligation hanging over us, but it is my duty. But I need you to know, I am not choosing you out of duty. To have you in my arms as I did last night was no easy thing for me, and it is not something I take lightly.”

“I know,” she says softly.

“Do you think that joining our Houses is even possible? Your father and brother do not seem fond of me.”

“Lords of the North are not quite so tyrannical over their daughters as they are in the South. My father and brother are wary of you because they are aware you have hurt me. But my father will respect my decision and pose no opposition to an alliance with your House, if I choose to marry you.”

“So, you accept?”

Lorra laughs, rolling her eyes. “I said if.”

They lapse back into a more comfortable silence, though there are no deer to be found. Aemond can feel his teeth begin to chatter, despite how warmly he is dressed, he has not acclimated to the chill of the air of the North. It nips at his skin, feeling as though it seeps into the very bones of him.

“I think Cregan had the right of it,” Lorra sighs, “we are to have no luck today. I expect our chatter has likely frightened off any deer we might have hoped to see.”

“Do you wish to turn back?” Aemond asks hopefully.

“You are cold. Fortunately, we are close to one of my favourite places to warm up.”

Aemond’s curiosity is piqued, and despite the cold that stiffens his joints, he continues to ride alongside her, until the trees clear, revealing an opening in the side of the rock face.

Lorra dismounts from Nymeria, securing her reins to a nearby fir tree, and Aemond does the same for Rhoyne.

“In here,” Lorra gestures towards the rock face.

Aemond’s brow furrows, but he follows her in regardless, immediately enveloped in warmth and darkness alike, the furs and leathers he is wrapped up in suddenly feeling much too hot. He picks his steps carefully, walking slowly behind her until light from an opening above them beams daylight down upon a steaming pool of vibrant blue water, nestled within a basin among the craggy stone.

“Hot springs,” Lorra tells him happily, unfastening her cloak and allowing it to drop to the ground. “It is the best defense against the cold while out on a ride.”

She begins to undress and Aemond freezes, his first instinct being to look away, but he finds that as more of her flesh is revealed to him he cannot keep his eye from her. Desire flickers hotly in his lower belly as he looks upon the swell of her breasts, the inwards dip of her waist, and the curve of her hips as she peels her clothes away from her body, dropping them to the floor, before stepping into the water.

He is taken aback by just how brazen she is, unashamed as she turns, once submerged up to her thighs, and looks at him with a grin.

“Are you going to join me, or just stand there gawping?”

Aemond’s eye widens, he opens his mouth to speak, but finds no words will come to him.

Lorra giggles. “Shall I turn away?”

He clears his throat, shaking his head. “N–no…”

His breaths come shakily as he disrobes, wishing to get it over with as quickly as possible. Once fully bare, he steps into the water, his lack of modesty almost forgotten with the sigh of relief that leaves him as the heat of the water soothes the ache of the cold in his joints.

“You forgot this,” Lorra tells him, stepping towards him and reaching for his eyepatch.

“Wait.” He grabs her wrist, stopping her. “I need to know…if you have not decided if you wish to marry me, then why are you doing this? Sleeping in the same bed with me, bathing together. If this is all a game to you, then I can go no further.”

Lorra lowers her gaze, pursing her lips. “I do want to marry you, my feelings have not changed. But I cannot accept that you have changed on words alone. I need to see that you desire me as a husband desires their wife, I need to know it is real.”

Aemond pulls away his eyepatch, discarding it to the side with the rest of his clothing, and pulls her to him by her waist. He inhales sharply as he feels the softness of her dampened skin meet his. “Is this real enough for you?”

The ends of his long, silvery hair are beginning to form loose waves due to the humidity, and her fingers reach up to stroke through them.

“Do you think you could grow to love me?” She whispers.

Aemond’s thumbs trace lazy circles against her sides as he gazes down at her, carefully considering his words. “I am not certain I know what love is. I think of you often, I crave your presence when you are not there. I feel a sensation akin to physical pain when you are sad, and your happiness serves to elevate my own. Perhaps that is love? And if it is, then I believe that I already do.”

Lorra smiles, her blue eyes shining as she looks up at him. Her hands press gently against Aemond’s chest, pushing him back to sit on a ledge, submerged in the hot spring, where the water rises to just above his navel. She sits astride him, the brush of her thighs and womanhood against him making him painfully hard. His breath hitches, as he clings to her waist like a lifeline.

Her fingers caress his jaw gently, and she kisses him softly, their lips meeting slowly and tenderly in an unhurried gesture of affection.

“I would marry you tomorrow, if I could,” he utters against her lips, “wed you beneath the heart tree in your godswood, in the tradition of the Old Gods.”

“Really?” She sighs as Aemond presses his lips to her throat, his hands sliding from her waist to travel up her torso and palm roughly at her breasts.

“If you wish it, once we are married we can return to Winterfell and do just that.”

“Mmm…I would like that.” She tilts her head back as Aemond lowers his mouth to her chest, capturing a hardened peak between his lips and suckling gently.

Aemond has never desired anyone like this before, though he has never cared for anyone in the way that he cares for Lorra. He craves her touch, the need for her making him feel as though he teeters on the very edge of madness.

He removes his mouth from her breast, an appreciative groan rumbling in his chest as she begins to roll her hips against his, and his lips capture hers once more, gripping her hips to urge on her movements against him.

If he had known she would feel this exquisite, he would have barred the doors of the Red Keep and forbade her from ever stepping foot outside of it.

He pulls away, breathless as he stares up at her. “I want to marry you in the tradition of Old Valyria too. Once Aegon is King, and our ancestral seat is returned to us, we will travel to Dragonstone and do just that.”

“What does that involve?” She asks huskily.

“We shall wear the traditional robes of Old Valyria, red and white, and you will have a beautiful headdress.”

He pauses, eye fixated upon her as she raises up slightly on her knees, causing him to hiss through his teeth as she grasps the length of him, positioning him at her entrance. His stones tighten, mind going utterly blank, rendering him speechless, as the tight heat of her sinks down upon him, his fingertips push into the flesh of her hips hard enough to bruise.

She stills once seated fully upon him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Keep going,” she urges, “tell me more.”

“We will use dragon glass–ah, fuck!” He screws his eye shut, hips bucking up to meet hers as she moves against him.

“Use dragon glass to what?” She asks teasingly, her pace never faltering.

Aemond swallows thickly, the pressure building at the base of his spine almost too much to bear. “To…to slice against our palms...the blood that spills is collected in a cup which we will drink from.”

Lorra whimpers softly in pleasure, the rise and fall of her hips becoming more urgent, causing the water to lap in gentle ripples against their bodies. Aemond snarls at the increase in pace, pressing the flat of his palm tightly against her lower back, as he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

“Is that all?”

“No…” Aemond’s voice is strained, struggling to get the words out against the haze of pleasure that overwhelms him. “We will use the same dragon glass to cut our lips, the resulting kiss in addition to the combined blood we have consumed serving to bind us together forever.”

“If that is your wish…”

“Yes…bind yourself to me…”

Lorra gasps, her arms tightening around him as he feels her insides spasm around him in quick, successive pulses, her body trembling against his. He continues to thrust up into her, until the pressure within him gives way, causing his cock to pulsate as he holds her to him, spilling inside of her.

They remain as one, wrapped around each other in the steam of the hot spring as they each struggle for breath, slowly recovering.

Aemond strokes Lorra’s hair away from her face, running his fingers through it as he takes in her blissful, relaxed expression. In this very moment, he has never been more certain that this is love, and to experience what he has just felt makes him feel foolish for having pushed it away for so long. There is no doubt in his mind that there is no one else in the world for him, only her.

“So, will you?” He asks gently, continuing to stroke her hair. “Bind yourself to me?”

She gazes at him softly, a lazy smile upon her lips. “You have barely used two of your three days yet. I am sure there is lots more convincing you could do until they are up.”

Aemond smirks, tugging her against him in a tight embrace. That is an arrangement that he is more than happy to satisfy.

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perfectsunlight · 7 months

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

lisa x non-idol!reader

warnings: minor angst (?) , mostly fluff tbh

part 2 of attention

word count: 3,313

synopsis: your girlfriend proves that she'd do anything for you, no matter what.

an international flight was more than enough time for lisa to think. she knew you weren’t going to answer her, especially after your last argument. she also knew that this wasn’t just about the argument, or your graduation. this was about your relationship.

lisa rested her head against the window, doing her best to ignore the kid kicking her seat behind her and the way the man next to her was snoring. when she arrived at the airport, she didn’t really have a plan. all she knew was that she needed to get onto the next flight back to korea as soon as possible.

maybe that’s why she didn’t care if she got an economy class ticket and boarded without anything except the clothes on her back and the items in her purse. perhaps that’s why she didn’t care that her phone was at 45% or that her airpods were left in the hotel. but none of that seemed to matter to her at the moment.

nothing was as important as you.

with a heavy sigh, the idol closed her eyes, attempting to find solace in the darkness behind her eyelids. but there was no escape. every single one of her empty promises haunted her. she realized that this flight was more than just a physical journey; it was a mental and emotional odyssey, a chance to finally confront the demons that had driven a wedge between you and her.

regret was not a strong enough word to describe the emotions that she felt right now.

she had spent so long blaming everything and everyone else for the issues you two had. the tour, the company, the schedules. these all had a strain on your relationship, but she never stopped to truly recognize that her actions had done the most damage.

but lisa also knew she was causing damage by going to be with you, as well.

missing a concert date was a breach that yg entertainment would not take lightly, especially from someone as crucial to the group as her. the repercussions would be severe, but at that moment, it felt like a distant concern.

all she cared about right now was you.

time seemed to stretch and contract in the confined space of the airplane. hours passed like minutes, and yet every second felt like an eternity. the rhythmic hum of the engines provided a backdrop to her thoughts as she drifted in and out of attentiveness.

as the plane descended into seoul, lisa's heart beat erratically in her chest, matching the turbulence of her thoughts. the city lights twinkled below, a familiar sight that should have comforted her, but all she felt was a gnawing anxiety. the weight of it pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

she glanced at her phone, which was at 15% battery, and noticed the time. lisa would barely make it on time to your graduation. it was cutting close.

every passing minute seemed to mock her, reminding her of the time slipping away, of the chance she might be losing with each second ticking by. the reality of what she had done settled in like a heavy stone in her stomach, a constant reminder of her impulsive decision. as the plane taxied toward the gate, lisa's fingers drummed anxiously on the armrest. she knew she had to face the consequences of her actions.

with a sense of urgency, lisa rushed out of the plane. paparazzi and fans were everywhere. the thai girl pulled her shades closer to her face and lowered her cap to shield her eyes and send the silent message that she didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.

lisa navigated the chaos of the airport terminal with the grace of a seasoned performer, her steps quick and purposeful despite the pounding in her chest. the cacophony of voices and camera shutters filled the air, each flash of light blinding her momentarily. she pulled her shades closer to her face, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the prying eyes and the harsh glare of the cameras. she felt like a deer in the headlights, vulnerable and exposed.

the fans, once adoring, now felt like an encroaching wall of judgment and scrutiny. every step she took seemed to magnify her guilt, each flash of the camera a reminder of her failures. reaching the front of the airport, lisa spotted a nearby taxi.

paparazzi shouted questions, their relentless pursuit of a scandal evident in their probing eyes. lisa kept her head down, her cap pulled low, and her shades hiding her emotions. she was a fortress of stone, unwilling to let the world see the cracks in her armor. as she slid into the backseat of the car, the noise outside dulled to a muffled roar. the tinted windows offered a semblance of privacy, shielding her from the prying eyes outside.

inside the taxi, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. the paparazzi’s shouts faded into the distance, and the insulating walls of the car cocooned lisa in a brief moment of respite. yet, the weight of her actions pressed heavily upon her shoulders, even in the relative silence of the vehicle.

“where to?” the driver asked as he looked back at the idol through his rear view mirror. “seoul national university.” lisa quickly replied, rubbing her temples.

the taxi driver nodded, his eyes meeting lisa's briefly in the rearview mirror before he pulled away from the curb. the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the car sped through the night, the engine's hum a steady rhythm beneath their conversation. lisa leaned back in her seat, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

the weight of her actions bore down on her, but in this moment, she was determined to face them. there was no turning back now. the truth, raw and unfiltered, was what you deserved. as the car wound its way through the familiar streets of seoul, lisa's gaze drifted outside the window. her phone buzzed with messages and missed calls, but she ignored them. right now, you were her sole focus.

this was your special evening. she’d witnessed how hard you had worked over the past years, spending hours studying and slaving away at the kitchen table in her home. there were many days when she’d barely be coming home at the early hours of daw, only to see you fast asleep under your books and papers.

there were countless evenings when lisa would return home after a grueling day of rehearsals and find you hunched over your books, your eyes tired but resolute. the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face as you delved into your notes, your fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease.

your girlfriend would watch you in admiration, marveling at your intellect and work ethic. she recalled the times when you would fall asleep amidst your textbooks, your head resting on a pile of notes and your hand still holding a pen. lisa would gently cover you with a blanket, tucking you in with a tender kiss to your cheek. if you fell asleep on the couch, she’d just pick you up and carry you to bed with her.

she cherished those moments, the sight of you in peaceful slumber, surrounded by the remnants of your dedication to your education.

one particular memory stood out vividly in lisa's mind at that moment.

it was the night before a crucial exam, the air thick with tension and anticipation. you had been studying for two weeks straight for this exam. your brows furrowed in concentration, eyes puffy and red from the mental breakdown caused by the anxiety you were feeling about the exam. lisa had just held you in her arms for a good half an hour as you cried.

lisa remembered how she was going to suggest you take a break, but you simply wiped your eyes and turned back to focus on your flashcards. there was a fire in your eyes, a fierce determination that lisa had always admired. it was a determination that had brought you through countless challenges, and she had no doubt it would carry you through this exam too.

the thai girl prayed for even an ounce of that determination you had from that night to be present in her current moment. as the university came into view, lisa could feel her heart racing. this was it.

when paying the driver, her fingers fumbled with the bills and she definitely gave him double than what he charged because she didn’t care about counting any of the money out. there wasn’t enough time for that.

she quickly stepped out of the taxi, the cool night air hitting her face. the campus gymnasium was where the commencement ceremony would be. lisa pulled her hat down further, practically running full speed towards the building at the end of the block.

lisa's sneakers pounded against the pavement as she sprinted towards the campus gymnasium. her heart raced, not just from the physical exertion but from the urgency of the moment. the distant echoes of applause and laughter reached her ears, a reminder that the ceremony had already begun.

each step she took was a plea for time to slow down, for the universe to grant her a few precious moments to make things right. as she neared the gymnasium, she slowed her pace, trying to catch her breath. she straightened her cap and removed her sunglasses, taking a moment to compose herself before entering. the night air had done little to calm the storm inside her.

the weight of her actions hung heavy, and every heartbeat was a reminder of what she had risked losing. taking a deep breath, she pushed open the doors to the gymnasium. the atmosphere inside was charged with excitement and anticipation. the graduates, clad in their caps and gowns, sat in neat rows, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights. the air was thick with a sense of achievement, a tangible reminder of the years of hard work that had led to this moment.

lisa scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for you amidst the sea of faces. the fear of not finding you clawed at her, urging her to move faster. the sea of dark blue uniformity didn’t help her either. but she’d recognize you anywhere, blending in blue or not.

finally, her eyes landed on you. you were seated towards the back middle rows, your eyes fixed on the stage, a mixture of pride and determination in your gaze.

the idol pulled her hat down lower, fearing that she’d cause a huge scene if recognized by anyone. lisa quickly slipped into one of the side bleachers as your section stood up and made way towards the stage.

the pride in your eyes was undeniable, a reflection of the years of hard work and dedication that had brought you to this moment. as you walked, your steps were confident, your shoulders squared with determination. lisa felt a mixture of awe and regret wash over her.

awe for your strength and resilience, and regret for the pain she had caused you. the applause that filled the gymnasium was deafening as each graduate's name was called. lisa clapped along, her eyes never leaving you. she marveled at your grace, your ability to shine even in the midst of her failures. each step you took towards the stage felt like a step away from the darkness of the past and towards a brighter, hopeful future.

as you ascended the stage, lisa held her breath, her hands trembling slightly. the pride in your accomplishments filled the room, a tangible force that seemed to push back the shadows of doubt that had clouded her mind. for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the sheer brilliance of your achievements, a glimmer of hope that perhaps, with time, she could be worthy of you once more.

the moment your name was called, the room erupted into applause. lisa clapped harder, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions. you walked across the stage, receiving your diploma with a smile that could light up the entire room. at that moment, the thai girl’s heart swelled with pride and love.

she was reminded of just how incredible the person she had fallen in love with was.

as you made your way back to your seat, lisa's eyes followed you, her gaze soft with adoration. she knew that this was just the beginning of your journey, and she was determined to be there for every step of the way. the applause continued, but in her heart, there was a quiet resolve. she would make amends, prove her love, and stand by you, no matter what challenges lay ahead. in that moment, amidst the sea of applause and celebration, lisa made a silent promise to herself.

she would be better. she would be the partner you deserved, supporting you, uplifting you, and loving you unconditionally. no matter what.

the ceremony continued, but lisa's focus remained solely on you. she knew that the path to redemption would be long and challenging, but for you, she was willing to face any obstacle.

echoes of the ceremony's final applause reverberated through the gymnasium as the graduates tossed their caps into the air, celebrating the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter. for everyone else, it was a moment of joy and accomplishment, but for the idol, it was a reminder of her solemn commitment.

as the crowd began to disperse, families reuniting with their graduates, lisa waited patiently in the corner, her eyes never leaving you. her cap was lowered, and her shades were resting on her head. she was wearing a mask she snagged from the taxi driver as well, just to make sure no one else would recognize her.

well, no one other than you, of course.

you finished hugging your parents, and over your mother’s shoulder was when you noticed the girl you loved in the corner. at first you thought you were seeing things, but you’d spent too many nights sleeping in lisa’s clothes to not recognize them.

without another second, you ran towards your girlfriend. lisa’s arms opened as she embraced you, hugging you tightly against her chest. tears fell over from both your eyes and hers. it had been months since you two had seen each other, and despite the argument that had occurred just a day prior, you couldn’t care about anything else while being wrapped up in the arms of the idol.

“you came.” you whispered into her chest, tears soaking her jacket. in the tight embrace of lisa's arms, you could feel the steady rhythm of her heart, a comforting reminder that she was real, that she had come back to you despite all the obstacles and the recent argument. tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with hers, as the emotions of the moment overwhelmed you both.

“anything for you,” the taller girl whispered back, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and remorse. she held you even tighter, as if trying to make up for all the time that had passed since you last saw each other.

“but how? you’re supposed to be performing tonight.” your teary eyes met hers as you looked up at her with confusion.

lisa brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her thumb gently wiping away the tear stains on your cheeks. “i did what i had to do,” she explained, her voice soft yet determined. “i needed to be here for you, that this was more important than any performance.” a mix of surprise and gratitude washed over you. knowing how tightly controlled her schedule usually was, you understood the significance of her decision.

“you're my priority, y/n. i've realized that nothing matters more to me than you, than us. i don't want to miss out on the important moments in your life.”

it was a sentiment that resonated deeply within you. the fact that she was willing to put your relationship before her career, before the demands of fame, filled you with a sense of overwhelming love and devotion.

“but won't there be consequences?” you asked, your concern for her career evident in your voice. lisa cupped your face in her hands, her eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination.

“i don't care about the consequences. i'll face whatever comes my way. i want to be there for you.” the idol pulled her mask down and pulled you closer to her, speaking to you in the most soft and sincere tone you’d ever heard from her. “i’ll fly halfway across the world for you at the drop of a hat. i’d drop my career and my schedule if you called. you mean more to me than anything else.”

her words hung in the air, a solemn promise that washed away your doubts and fears. in that moment, you realized the depth of her commitment to you, the lengths she was willing to go to make things right.

tears welled up in your eyes once again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude and overwhelming love. you pulled her into another tight hug, clinging to her as if she was your lifeline, because in that moment, she was. “i love you, lili,” you whispered against her shoulder, your voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“i love you too, y/n,” lisa replied, her words muffled against your hair, but the love in her voice was crystal clear. “more than words can describe, and more than i can express.” she added, gently kissing your forehead.

in that tender moment, under the weight of her love and the sincerity in her voice, you felt a profound sense of peace wash over you. the doubts that had clouded your heart dissipated like mist under the morning sun, leaving behind only the unshakable certainty that you were meant to be together.

“i'd do anything for you,” lisa whispered, her voice soft and unwavering, her eyes gazing into yours with a depth of emotion that left you breathless. “i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges come our way. i'll be your rock, your support, and your greatest cheerleader. you're my everything, and i promise to spend every moment proving that to you.”

with those words, you knew that your love story had weathered the storm and emerged stronger than ever before. in lisa's arms, you found not just solace, but a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of words and actions. it was a love that spoke in the silent moments, in the gentle touches, and in the unwavering presence of one another.

“i think i just fell in love with you all over again,” you whispered back, your voice echoing the depth of your emotions. in that shared promise, you found the strength to face the future, hand in hand, ready to conquer whatever challenges life might throw your way. your girlfriend could only smile, because she knew everything she had done was worth it.

the last minute flight, the kid kicking her seat for 10 hours, the chaos at the airport, the fact that she’d get an earful from her company, her phone dying in the taxi and her losing $200 by paying the driver. none of that mattered to her.

none of it except being here with you.

with a tender kiss against your lips, lisa held you close, sealing the promises made between you two. you knew without the shadow of a doubt now, that the world class idol you loved would do anything for you.

no, lisa would do everything for you. and you could only smile against her lips.

because you knew you’d do anything and everything for her, too.

a/n: thank you for 1.8k :) enjoy this bc i know u all have been waiting for it <3

#blackpink #lisa x reader #jennie #jisoo #rosé #blackpink x reader #original one shot #kpop #angst #attention part 2 #perfectsunlight

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dxnyarya · 2 years

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Gale did not kill Prim. He didn’t order the bomb strike and he didn’t drop the bombs.

He did however create a bomb (with Beetee) that was deigned to pray on human kindness and target medical personal since it was rigged to blow again after help for the first explosion arrived.

At some point, Gale and Beetee left the wilderness behind and focused on more human impulses. Like compassion. A bomb explodes. Time is allowed for people to rush to the aid of the wounded. Then a second, more powerful bomb kills them as well. - Mockingjay page 177

The fact that his bombs killed Prim is very important to the story, but not as a way to resolve the love triangle (bc Katniss would have chosen Peeta, bombs or no bombs but that’s for a different analysis).

“Beetee and I have been following the same rule book President Snow used when he hijacked Peeta.” says Gale. - Mockingjay page 177

Gale making the bombs that killed Prim is important because it shows the horrors of war. It demonstrates how when you stoop to the level of cruelty and atrocities as your opponent, you hurt everyone around you, especially the people you are trying to protect.

Gale didn’t mean for his bombs to kill Prim, but that doesn’t matter in the end, because his bombs were designed to target compassion and Prim was the embodiment of compassion.

Gale didn’t mean for his bombs to murder innocent children but that doesn’t matter because he was willing to do anything to win the war and the includes the mass murder of children.

It’s important that Gale’s bombs killed Prim because it shows that there are consequences to praying on human kindness.

It shows that the innocent pay the price of war. Katniss is going to have to live with the knowledge that her best friend created the bombs that killed her sister, and yes he never meant to hurt Prim but that’s war. Gale is going to have to live with the guilt and the knowledge that his need to win the war at all costs lead to the death of the little girl he had promised protect. Gale has to live with the fact that he played a hand in taking away the person Katniss loved the most, and he has to live with the fact that it cost him his best friend forever.

Gale was just a kid, like Katniss and he chose to create something that would actively target compassion, not really thinking about the consequences it might have because all he wanted was to destroy the Capitol. And in the end, it he’s going to be living with that guilt and those consequences for the rest of his life.

Katniss doesn’t cut off Gale because she’s not in love with him or whatever. Katniss can’t be around him at the end because she’s unable to ignore or tolerate the things Gale was willing to and justify do to win the war and how that lead to the death of her sister. Katniss and Gale reacted very differently to the war and their different perspectives and approaches were always going to get in-between anything they ever had (friendship or relationship).

There is no winning a war without getting blood on your hands and Suzanne Collins showed it perfectly when she had wrote the arc with Gale, Prim and the bombs.

Gale is not a villain, war isn’t black and white. He was young and trying to win a war but his actions have consequences and one of those consequences was Prim’s death.

Gale didn’t kill Prim and that makes it all the more tragic that he played such a big role in her death.

#gale hawthorne #katniss everdeen #primrose everdeen #beetee #mockingjay #The Hunger Games #thg

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can i request this to be in fic either lady Lesso or Larissa with either of these two gorgeous lady being the dominant and r being sub with some ✨smut✨ because after this little scene happens while there in public the sub calms down decides to brat so more and cause a delicious punishment ( if get what i mean)

also can r be female

if you are not comfortable writing this that is okay :) hope you are doing okay and have good day

Try me 18+

*Authors note~ I've been so excited to get to this request omggggg, fallen in love with the idea of this prompt*

Trigger warnings~ dom l sub r daddy kink jealous r pet name "puppy" edging strap shifted cock spanking praise degrading

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You always found parent's weekend at Nevermore to be an experience, only this year there was the added stress of your girlfriends gay awakening attending. Now Morticia Addams was long gone out of Larissa Weems heart, but that doesn't mean you don't get jealous. Oh no on the contrary your extremely jealous, not because you think you'll lose her but because she was Larissa's first crush. You wanted to be her first everything and knowing that you weren't her first crush. You promised Larissa you'd behave though. And really you were gonna try.

You immediately felt your jaw tense when you laid your eyes on Morticia, watching as made her way to your girlfriend who was greeting the arrivals. You watched how your girlfriends lips morphed into her sickly sweet business smile and not the soft kind free one you were given, your heart fluttering at that fact. One to you nil to her. You knew it was childish really but small victories are still worth celebrating. You continued to watch from a safe distance as your girlfriend stood on the podium and welcomed all the parents for the weekend, her eyes holding yours through most of the talk. Yes Larissa Weems was truly yours in heart,body, mind and soul. But clearly Morticia didn't seem to get the memo.

You'd observed the raven haired woman as she continuously tried to gain Larissa's attention to one up her in some kind of way, you'd truly had enough of it, the green eyed monster kicked in and you acted on impulse not even registering the consequences that would come to you. Seeing the two conversing made your blood run cold so you did the only thing you could think of, you made your way to your girlfriend, wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and murmured, "hi daddy" flashing the most innocent smile you could. Oh Morticia's face was a picture but you weren't able to appreciate it for long at all as Larissa simply took you by the hand and lead you to the nearest secluded spot. Her long slender fingers around your throat as she growled out, "wanna repeat that my darling?" You gasped and stuttered only managing to get out a very strangled "no sir I'm sorry." Larissa allowed lust to cloud her sapphire irises for just a second before kissing your cheek and purring into your ear, "I'll deal with you later my little whore." Oh yes later would be something but what had you got yourself into.

For the rest of the day, you were left anticipating what was to come, Larissa made sure to leave you guessing as she focused on her job at hand. You knew that your jealousy was an issue for you, Larissa knew that, normally Larissa found it endearing but today you decided to do it publicly while she was working, and that just wouldn't do.

Larissa waited to retire to your shared chambers until everyone was all settled for the night, you followed along like a little lost puppy. The silent treatment remained in effect until your bedroom door was safely shut and locked. Only then did you feel your back hit the way, her fingers securely round your throat like they had been earlier that day. "Now lige do you mind repeating what you said earlier?" She purred and you decided to stay silent, be a good girl and maybe just maybe your jealousy would be overlooked.

"I asked you a question my slut" she growled squeezing just enough to have your vision blurring round the edges. "Daddy" you mewled. "Mm that's right puppy and daddy's gonna have to punish you for that green eyed monster. You understand that don't you?" Her sickly sweet tone hiding just what lay in store for you tonight. "Yes daddy" you mumbled watching as she let you go and nodded to the side of the bed. Instantly, you stripped off and donned your submissive position.

"Oh so we do know how to abide by rules" she quipped while she set off round the room to find the very much used strap. Truly she had other plans for you but this was preferable to start. "Now puppy come lay across daddy's knees" she demanded settling on the edge of the bed. "Count pup" was all she offered before the first wack was delivered. The rest followed in quick succession until you were sobbing so much so you couldn't count anymore.

"Okay sweetheart, it's okay you did so well for daddy come here love" she murmured settling you comfortably so you could feel the bulge. "Daddy?" You whimpered the question clear in your eyes. "In" you whimpered causing your girlfriend to smile, "you wanna sit on my cock love?" To which you nodded as if you were a bobble head doll. "Okay baby, you can" she murmured lining the faux dick up with your soaked core. You let out a little hiss at the stretch but remained silent and dropped your head to her shoulder.

You had no idea how long you had warmed her strap but you were struggling to keep your hips still as you whimpered and whined against your collarbone. "Daddy, need please" you whimpered causing her her to chuckle and slip out of you. "No no no no empty" you whined. "Do you need to cum?" She murmured kissing over your neck. "Please please" you whined only to be met with a stern "tough. Daddy has something for you and you are gonna take it all then maybe you'd have earned the right to cum." Your poor frazzled brain couldn't work out to what she was referring too, normally it would be the faux appendage but you'd already had that?

"Oh daddy fuck I didn't know you I " you stuttered seeing the now vein covered long girthy cock that stood begging for attention. "Look how hard you got me pup" she teased you bringing one hand of yours down to her member. "Oh fuck, daddy mouth i please" you whined shifting on your knees to show willingness. "Go on baby, can't wait to feel those pretty lips around my cock" she purred with a hand in your hair guiding you.

You couldn't help but cough and splutter around her the further she pushed back but also moaning at the taste of her. "Oh fuck god! Your tight little throat sucking me in so good, take it whore take it all oh fuck you feel amazing we have to do this again" she moaned out while finding that pace that was just right. Enough to drive you insane with need as she ruined your throat. She only stilled her hips to pull out of your mouth, "tongue" she moaned. You were pliant for her and did as she asked only to be rewarded with her spurting her load on your tongue. "Swallow" she demanded and you did happily moaning like nothing more than a common whore.

"God sweetheart if that's what your mouth feels like, your poor neglected pussy is gonna kill me. Love me to stuff your pretty cunt with cum? Oh baby look you've made me all hard again, wanna shove my cum so deep inside you you'll be pregnant and then you have no reason to be jealous" she teased as you were bout on your hands and knees as she teased your dripping core with her tip. You let out a cry when she pushed into your walls, the stretch burning. "Daddy can't big can't" you whimpered at her only to be met with a slap to the glove of your already sore ass. "You will take me. Do not disappoint me" she growled before beginning to move slowly, testing how much you could handle.

Just like the slut she knew you were you were happily whining and mewling for her soon enough, but now your need to cum was borderline painful and Larissa knew she couldn't push you much further. Skilfully she managed to flip you over and place a leg on her shoulder, achieving reaching that spot deep within your fluttering walls. "Such a whore, squeezing my dick so good. Gonna cum baby. Gonna make you so round and pretty with my babies. My whore fuck my best girl take it fucking take it" she panted as thick spurts of white hot seed painted your walls. "Cum baby. Cum all over me" was all it took for you to follow suit squeezing the life out of her pulsating member.

Larissa was soft when she slipped from your cunt, "my beautiful girl, you have nothing to be jealous over, it's you I want. Forever and always. You stay fuzzy daddy's gonna take good care of you" she murmured and in your haze you nearly didn't register her words but you trusted Larissa implicitly so there was need to question that you would be safe and cared for. She was yours forever.

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cinnamonest · 11 months

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So happy your asks are open, absolutely love your work, it’s gets my heart racing so much!!

I keep thinking about your post where darling gets isekaid into the MMAU and couldn’t help but wonder, who would want to (idk how to word this) obtain isekaid darling. Like since they confirmed she’s from another world and all that, who would be most curious/driven to obtain her?

Thank you so much for always feeding us!!! <3

Ahhhhh I like this thought ty anon

//kind of fetishism for "foreignness" (of course this is fictional places we're talking about but just in case)

Top contenders for such a thing: Xingqiu would be the most likely, followed by Albedo and Dottore, and while not necessarily driven by a desire to obtain, there's also a likeliness to end up with Kazuha.

Often times, girls are imported to a different land than the one they initially came from. This is because there will always be those guys who perk up at the idea of something "foreign" to them, it has a certain appeal to them, in the same way art or media often catches attention when imported to a different location, as it stands out. Consequently, this transporting girls, while it costs money to do so, is ultimately profitable, as they can then market it as such. A lot -- a LOT -- of men have either general fetishism for foreignness, or sometimes specific fetishes for certain accents or regional facial and bodily features. Frankly, most girls find it just as cringey and annoying as they would in any universe, but hey, at least no matter where you're from, there's plenty of rich guys in a far away land somewhere who're willing to pay a fortune for you.

Finding something from an entirely different world is a whole new matter. And more importantly, laying eyes on you, to traders, is like looking at walking cash. Rich people will pay a lot of money for that... if they can get them to believe the story, which may prove challenging, but they usually find ways by getting you to demonstrate things you know, the clothes and devices you had on you when you arrived, and so on.

Such appeal is a status thing for the wealthy, but more mature guys tend to see past such marketing tactics and have enough impulse control to know they shouldn't just buy the first thing that catches their eye. Instead, they tend to look for personality qualities they know they want in the long-term. Younger, more immature men, however, are suckers for that sort of thing, and are already known for impulsive decisions.

Thus, it's heavily marketed to young rich boy types... and for all his efforts to give off a more mature, sophisticated aura, as much as he tries to seem like he wouldn't be one to do so, at the end of the day Xingqiu is not immune to those impulsive tendencies and easily caught attention. In fact, he's read fantasy novels with plots much like this! Ideally, you'll be just like those characters written into those (nauseating, to anyone outside the target audience) male fantasy fulfillment pieces, some sort of alien species that looks just like humans but are these hyper-submissive creatures that are breeding-crazed... but, okay, even if that's not the case, you'll still be a cool possession to show off.

However, such an individual also has great appeal to those with an innate sense of curiosity and inquiry, which is where Dottore and Albedo come in. Both aren't going to go out of their way to buy a girl normally (not out of ethical concerns or anything like that, it's just sort of embarrassing), but when you take into account the fact that it's coming from presumably another universe entirely... that piques the interest, and could prove an incredibly beneficial resource in the study of pursuit to each's goals. Granted, you're infinitely better off with the latter than the former, based on the idea of researching you being asking you questions and taking vitals and giving you mild concoctions to drink versus cutting you open to prod around at and take chunks of your internal organs, but you know, every scholar has his unique methods. Still, for both, seeing you would be intriguing enough to go through with the purchase.

That all being said, there's not exactly a guarantee you're going to find yourself initially in a populated area. Teyvat has some rather large expanses of wilderness, and there's good chance you'll find yourself out in the middle of nowhere, wandering until you find a road and picking one direction to travel at random, just hoping someone comes along... and, of course, when the one who finally does come along happens to be a soft-voiced, sweet-looking young man, you would think you've gotten very lucky to not end up with a bad person... even if he does seem very wide-eyed and shocked by your presence and seems to be way too overdramatic when he swears he'll protect you if you stay by him (he's just escorting you through the wilderness, right?), he surely wouldn't do anything bad to you. Not until you settle down for the night, at least.

#.mmau

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whitedarkmoonflower · 8 months

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Hi, I loved your modern!Sihtric fic. Would you mind writing some more modern!Sihtric fics? I can imagine Sihtric and reader meeting by chance on a train. It could get fluffy and even hot and smutty, but no angst this time. OK? Can you do it?

Pairing: Sihtric x reader

Authors note: thank you so much for this lovely request! It was a real challenge for me - no angst, but lots of fluff and smut as requested😅 But as I already said before - I love challenges and I really enjoyed writing this so much, that I was surprised myself.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, fluff, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 5,657

Strangers on a Train

The impulsive decision to escape Paris and find solace at your best friend's haven in Milan was made in a mere five minutes, and within two hours, you found yourself settled aboard the train.

"I've squandered two whole years of my life on that insufferable wretch," you lamented, your tearful voice echoing through the phone screen as you recounted the breakup to your best friend, Gisela. "He lacked even a shred of courage to face me in person. A text message was all it took."

"Darling, he never truly deserved you. I've repeated that countless times. You're leagues beyond him, deserving of so much more," Gisela tried to comfort you, though her efforts seemed to fall short.

“Have you ever been dumped by a text message?” you wailed, not even listening to Gisela.

“Hey, that's enough. Please, stop it,” Gisela demanded, her patience wearing thin with your continued self- remorse, “You need a break and I've got the perfect solution. Why not come visit me for a few days? You’ve been promising that to me for almost a year, but never did because of that despicable excuse of a boyfriend. He refused to let you go alone, but never had time to come with you. Now's your chance—seize the freedom to do whatever your heart desires with your newfound time."

"What?" your attention finally honed in on Gisela's words. "You mean to travel to Milan? Now?"

"Thank the heavens! You're finally listening, aren't you?" Gisela's brow furrowed on the screen. "Yes, I'm suggesting a weekend getaway to Milan. It's Thursday, and if you’re quick enough, you could be aboard the train within hours, arriving in Milan by tomorrow morning."

You searched for reasons to counter this unexpected proposal, but none came to mind. You were on vacation, intended for hiking with your now-ex-boyfriend. That was before his text shattered your world, informing you of his escapade to Majorca with his newfound girlfriend. Although the message struck like a bolt of lightning, deep down, you'd already sensed that something was wrong.

The past month had been an odd stretch, with him spinning countless excuses and no inclination to spend time with you. The tipping point arrived when he forgot your birthday the previous week—a glaring sign that you just didn’t want to see, comforting yourself that he had a lot of work and assuming that all would be set right during your shared vacation.

Consequently, you found yourself marooned within a sprawling, sweltering metropolis during the peak of summer, grappling with an absence of plans.

"Damn, why not?" you exclaimed, witnessing a wide grin forming on Gisela's lips. "You know what? I'm in!"

And so, the choice was made. The next hour whirled by as you hastily packed your backpack and cross-checked the train schedules. Gisela proved right; a train to Milan was scheduled to depart in two hours. Swiftly securing your ticket, you seized your backpack and stormed out of your compact apartment into the lively evening streets of the city.

Securing a taxi at this hour had always been a nightmare, but your options were limited, there was no other way to get to the railway station on time. After several failed attempts that almost drained your hope, a car pulled up a little ways down the street.

Your eyes gleamed as you rushed towards the taxi, only to notice someone else, a hundred metres ahead, hoisting their backpack and heading towards the same vehicle you intended to claim. It was a race against time. Determined to reach the taxi first, you quickened your pace and arrived just as the stranger did. You flung open the door, sliding into the back seat with a sigh of relief.

"To the train station," you breathed out audibly, casting a triumphant look at the surprised and frustrated expression on the stranger's face as the taxi surged forward, leaving him behind. Despite his evident disappointment, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. His rucksack and what appeared to be ticket printouts hinted that he was probably heading the same direction as you. You could have shared the ride, but now it was already too late; the taxi was already gaining speed.

Glancing back through the rear window, you noticed the stranger possessed a uniquely wild haircut. Black waves cascaded over one side of his head, obscuring his eye, while the other side was shaved clean, embellished with beads and pearls woven into the hairline.

Luckily, you didn’t get stuck in any traffic jam and reached the station in time, even managing to snag sandwiches and coffee before boarding. Sliding open the compartment door specified on your ticket, you breathed a sigh of relief. It was empty. The thought of spending the next ten hours sharing close quarters with strangers didn't appeal to you. Your natural timidity favoured solitude over company. Gisela, your complete opposite, always cheery and ready to engage anyone in conversation, had often teased you about it and joked that you’ll never find a boyfriend. This might have contributed to your unreasonable attachment to your now-ex. Opening up to people and forging connections wasn't easy for you.

With a book in hand and your rucksack stowed away, you settled near the window, placing your meal and coffee on the small table. Just as you had made yourself comfortable and delved into your book, the compartment door slid open forcefully, relieving a man who seemed to struggle for breath as the train's jolting departure made him stagger.

Raising your gaze, you were met with an intense stare from a pair of mismatched eyes. They scanned you from head to toe, leaving you momentarily breathless. You caught yourself thinking that you have never seen such beautiful eyes before. A slight blush warmed your cheeks under his penetrating scrutiny. The stranger was undeniably handsome, his face was marked by a strong jawline, full lips, and a partial beard and moustache, along with a hint of eyeliner that accentuated his arresting eyes, adding a hint of mysteriousness to his appearance. Something felt inexplicably familiar about him. Then your gaze fell on his haircut and a realisation struck in, widening your eyes in disbelief: this was the same man you had outpaced in the frantic race for the taxi.

"Good evening, my lovely taxi rival," he greeted you, a smirk playing on his lips and echoing in his eyes. The velvety timbre of his voice sent shivers down your spine.

A shy "Hi" was all you could manage, still paralysed by his gaze.

As he settled in, his presence seemed to fill the compartment entirely, leaving you with little space. He hoisted his substantial backpack into the overhead compartment, revealing taut biceps that flexed enticingly. An aura of raw masculinity surrounded his lean, muscular form, broad shoulders, and expansive chest. A longing flickered within you, imagining how his arms might feel wrapped around your waist, his lips tracing your neck and you shook your head trying to chase away this ludicrous image.

"I'm Sihtric," the stranger introduced himself, taking a seat opposite you and unabashedly inspecting your features. "You're the reason I got an unexpected workout tonight. Just one more minute and I would've missed the train," he continued, leaning against the window.

"I’m travelling the whole way to Milan, and you?" he inquired nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise as a heavy sigh escaped your lips. You just realised that you were about to share this compact compartment with him for the next ten hours. It was a completely new sensation for you. You felt drawn to this handsome stranger as a moth to a burning lamp. OK, you hadn’t had sex for more than a month, but was it a reason enough to feel aroused by the simple sound of his voice?

"Lady, I apologise. I didn’t mean to be intrusive. If you'd prefer silence, that's perfectly fine. You won't hear a peep from me," Sihtric offered, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. He interpreted your sigh and continued silence as signs that you wished to be left alone.

"Oh, no, no. That's not what I meant," you finally broke free from your stupor, your words hesitating. "And I'm sorry about the taxi incident. If I'd known we were going in the same direction, we could've shared the ride."

You bit your lower lip, uncertain how to navigate the conversation. Your mind spun as you drank in his captivating features. You yearned for him to say something, his mellifluous voice driving you absolutely crazy. Yet, your mind blanked out, consumed by the single desire to rise from your seat and press your lips against his.

A satisfied smile tugged at Sihtric's lips as he heard your voice. He couldn't recall ever being so smitten by somebody from the very first sight. Struggling to refocus on the conversation, his gaze remained fixed on your lips—so red, full and inviting. With each passing moment, his jeans grew tighter, painfully restraining him, an uncomfortable sensation he tried to suppress as he observed you nibbling your lower lip. How had he ended up on this train with you, such a gorgeous creature who had him entranced from the very beginning?

"So, where are you off to, my beautiful lady?" he flirted, his words stumbling out slowly, his composure waning. He didn't want to scare you off, coming across as some crazed maniac, yet his imagination ran wild. He pictured himself removing your shirt to reveal your breasts, his fingers trailing down your spine as he unhooked your bra, his lips peppering your neck, collarbone, and lower still.

“I’m visiting a friend in Milan,” you responded, relieved that Sihtric had seized control of the conversation as your mind was still absolutely blank, you didn’t even register his attempt to flirt with you.

"Well, this means we're stuck together for the next ten hours," Sihtric exhaled in one breath, leaving you to wonder if you detected a hint of relief and even excitement in his tone. "Is it your boyfriend you are going to?" he ventured, almost biting his tongue as the question slipped out. It was clearly none of his business, and the fact that he was inquiring about your boyfriend this early in your meeting made him inwardly curse his foolishness.

“Oh, no! My boyfriend broke up with me two days ago, via a text message," you blurted out, an impulsive reaction that you instantly regretted. Damn it, he'll think I'm some pathetic mess. Ugh, you're so awkward when dealing with guys, you berated yourself in embarrassment.

"Fuck, seriously?" Sihtric whistled through his teeth, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're joking! That guy must be a complete idiot. I mean, just look at you—you're absolutely stunning."

You raised an incredulous eyebrow at Sihtric's response. What was this? Was this handsome guy actually trying to flirt with you?

"Oh, I apologise. I didn't mean to overstep," Sihtric interjected quickly, sensing he might have gone too far.

"No, no, it's okay. Thank you; that was really sweet of you," you uttered, searching desperately for something else to look at, trying to escape the intense gaze of Sihtric that sent shivers down your spine. Eventually, your gaze settled on your book. Incapable of reading even a single sentence, you stared at the pages, forgetting to turn them as you pretended to read. A few moments elapsed in complete silence, you pretending to read, and Sihtric seemingly engrossed in the scenery outside.

"Would you..." you both began to speak simultaneously, erupting into laughter.

"Please, go ahead," Sihtric prompted with a smile.

"No, no, you first. What were you going to say?"

"Would you... mind if I invited you to have a drink in the restaurant car?" he asked hesitantly.

Hours and a few drinks later, you found yourself laughing like never before in your life as Sihtric entertained you with stories from his time as a student in the Music and Dance Academy in London. It appeared he was a professional dancer en route to Milan for an audition for a modern musical. Success could mean joining the Milan Grand Theatre's troupe, a major step in his career. His cheerful and kind-hearted personality charmed you even more than his striking looks. You felt completely at ease in his presence, as if you'd known him for ages. Without even realising it, you had shared with him more about yourself than you probably ever had with your closest friends. The restaurant car was closing down, and the waiter was casting impatient glances your way as you finally grabbed your last drinks and made your way back to your compartment.

“Oh, shit!” you exclaimed as the train jolted unexpectedly, causing you to stumble and spill your drink on Sihtric's shirt. "I'm so sorry." you apologised, wincing as you saw your frozen strawberry margarita tinting his fine white shirt a shade of pink.

"Don't worry. Shit happens." Sihtric reassured you with a smile, stepping aside to open the compartment door, gesturing for you to enter first.

"But as a punishment, you'll have to endure the sight of me undressing before your eyes," he quipped, chuckling as he began to unbutton his stained shirt. You swallowed hard and took a seat, unable to tear your gaze away as Sihtric peeled off his shirt, unveiling his magnificent, sculpted upper body that resembled that of a Greek god.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked in his velvety voice that had already been driving you to the brink of madness.

"I'm... I..." you stammered, unable to find the right words as your eyes remained fixed on his muscular torso.

"There's one thing I've been dreaming about ever since I laid eyes on you," Sihtric's voice grew husky as he locked his gaze onto yours. Taking a step closer, he settled down beside you. You turned to face him, feeling his warm breath against your skin. Sihtric gently tilted your chin with his thumb, leaning in for a kiss. His lips brushed against yours in a tender and hesitant touch, and you responded with a soft moan, your lips moving in sync with his.

Encouraged by your reaction, Sihtric's kisses grew bolder, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth, which you granted willingly. Your lips parted, and your tongues met twisting around each other in a passionate dance, sending the world spinning around you. It was unlike any kiss you'd experienced before—simultaneously tender and intense.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” Sihtric breathed as you both pulled away, gasping for breath. His thumbs caressed your cheeks gently.

"Hey," his eyes met yours, questioning, "I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. If it's too much, just let me know, and I'll back off. It's odd—we've only just met, but it feels like I've known you for ages," he confessed, his hands cradling your jaw as his lips covered your heated skin with soft kisses.

You closed your eyes and whined softly, your resistance melting away under his delicate caress, a yearning for more coursing through you. Your hands ventured to his neck, drawing him nearer. It was all the encouragement he required; his arms enveloped you, and his lips pressed fervently against yours. Your t-shirt vanished in a seamless motion, as Sihtric's adept hands undid your bra and slid the straps off your shoulders.

"Damn, you're driving me crazy," Sihtric breathed as your breasts were unveiled to his ravenous gaze. His lips descended onto your nipples, alternating between tender sucking and gentle nipping. Your back arched instinctively as you moaned in delight, trailing your fingers down his spine. Sihtric hummed in satisfaction in response to your moans and his lips embarked on a journey down your belly as he descended to his knees before you. His fingers hastened to unfasten the button of your jeans.

"Are you still okay?" Sihtric inquired, looking up at you. His fingers traced the edge of your now unbuttoned jeans. "Hey, talk to me! I want to hear it from you. Do you want me to keep going?"

The thought of a one-night stand had never appealed to you. You couldn't imagine yourself having one. The notion of engaging in intimate activity with a relative stranger had always repulsed you, until today. You peered down at Sihtric nestled between your thighs and nodded, moistening your lips in anticipation.

Sihtric relinquished your jeans, positioning his hands on the seat as he slowly elevated himself until his face aligned with yours.

"If you want me to continue, you'll need to say it," he asserted, cupping your face and bestowing a tender kiss upon your lips.

“I … I …” you stammered, searching for words, your head spinning, eyes half closed. You wanted him so badly, your pussy soaked wet from the passionate kiss and the velvet sound of his voice alone, “Fuck, I want you! I want you to fuck me here and now,” you hissed, mortified by your own words and the desire that had overtaken your whole body, making you crave for Sihtric’s touch and your cunt throb in excitement.

“Good. I hoped to hear you saying that, because I really want to fuck you, beautiful,” Sihtric purred in response, licking your ear and biting your ear lip, his tongue sliding over your throat all the way down to your brests and further down to your belly as he lowered himself back on the floor between you thighs.

“But first, I want to taste you, if you will allow me to,” he whispered, starting to pull down your jeans together with your soaked panties. In the next moment you found yourself completely naked with Sihtric kneeling between your thighs and placing wet open mouthed kisses up your leg.

“What are you doing?” you moaned in bewilderment, feeling his hands spreading your legs more widely apart to ease him access to your core, while his tongue slid over the inner side of your thigh, his mouth nearing your soaked pussy. This was something new for you. You did not have extensive sexual experience, and none of your previous boyfriends had ever done this to you. You could feel Sihtric’s hot breath on your core, and in the next moment his wet tongue touched your folds, parting them and licking through until your clit, circling it and sucking gently with his lips. The sensation that washed over you was indescribable, and your whole body twitched under his touch. Feeling embarrassed and simultaneously aching for more, you tangled your fingers in Sihtric’s hair and pulled his head back.

“Don’t you like it?” His face was full of surprise.

“Fuck, I do! You can’t even imagine how much I do like this. It’s just… Nobody has ever done this to me… I … I don’t know … You don’t have to … Oh, fuck, Sihtric!” a loud moan escaped your lips as his tongue lapped through your folds again, teasing your clit with the very tip.

“Nobody has ever done this to you?” Sihtric repeated in astonishment, “It’s such a shame, sweetheart. But then it means I’m going to be the first one to taste this sweet pussy,” he purred, pressing his lips against your core and starting to move his tongue over your clit, licking it with fast short laps and sucking gently at it from time to time. The sensation of absolute pleasure building up in you was so intense that the only thing you could do was to arch your back and whine loudly, tangling your fingers in Sihtric’s hair.

“Just relax, love. You are so delicious. Relax and let me take care of you. Let me pleasure you.” Sihtric hummed against your cunt starting to move his tongue with long, heavy, wet stripes all over your folds back and forth, pausing at your clit to give it a short circling lap or sucking at it and going back all the way to your entrance, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and pushing it slightly within you.

The sounds that rolled over your lips were absolutely obscure, but you were unable to control them. You whined, mewled, whimpered and moaned so loudly that you were sure the whole train by now was fully aware of what was happening in your small compartment, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were so lost in savouring the extraordinary sensation Sihtric was bestowing upon you that even the fact that someone could spontaneously open the non-lockable door and barge in didn't trouble you in the slightest. Your climax was building up and your walls started clenching as you felt Sihtric pushing one finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out, his tongue continuing its wet strides over your folds and his nose nudging your clit.

“I can’t anymore… Oh, fuck Sihtric, I can’t …” you moaned supporting yourself by grabbing the edge of the seat with your both hands and starting to move your hips against Sihtric’s tongue and fingers.

“That’s good. I love it. Common baby, cum for me. Let me taste you, let me taste all of you.” Sihtric hummed, adding another finger inside you and fastening his movements, his tongue now concentrating solely on your clit. You came with a loud scream, your climax washing over you in waves of pure bliss with an intensity unlike anything you had ever experienced. You back arched and your knuckles went white from the force with which you clenched the edge of the seat as Sihtric kept fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, drinking in the sight of your body jerking and twitching under his touch.

Sihtric waited for you to come down from your peak, before rising to his feet, whipping your juices from his lips and casting a satisfied look at your naked, limp body, with half lid eyes and messy hair. He seated himself next to you and pulled you into his lap, straddling him. Your breath was still heavy as you were coming down from your peak, your breasts heaving at an uneven pace.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” he breathed in your ear. You looked with bewilderment at him, unsure you could handle anything more, but he had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life and you felt like you owed him something in return.

“If you promise to be gentle. I am so oversensitive,” you whispered back.

“I will be gentle, I promise,” Sihtric murmured, placing your hands at the hem of his jeans. You understood what he meant and started undoing them, feeling his hard cock bulging through the fabric. Your eyes widened at the sight of the impressive size of his cock, as you finally released it from the tight embrace of his pants. Now you were even less sure you could handle him, but your body apparently had a different opinion on the matter as you felt a burning sensation settling again in your lower stomach.

"Wait a second," Sihtric said, taking hold of your hand and reaching inside the pocket of his partially unzipped jeans. "Would you mind?" He smiled at you, placing a condom in your palm. Damn, how could you be so reckless and forget about that? You felt embarrassed for not having thought about it yourself.

You placed the condom on the tip of his cock and started unrolling it, teasingly stroking his length with your hands. Sihtric moaned in pleasure, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. You liked the way he surrendered himself to your touch, and felt your pussy starting to throb with a greedy need to feel his big, hard member inside you. You lifted yourself a bit and placed Sihtric’s cock at your entrance. Sihtric opened his eyes and locked his gaze with yours, a heavy sigh quivering in his throat as you slowly slid down taking in the whole length of him.

Sihtric remained still, his hands on your hips, his large, tender eyes studying your face. "Are you okay, love?" The sincere concern in his voice and reflected in his gaze sent shivers down your spine. How was it possible that a complete stranger you had only met a few hours ago could be more gentle and caring than your own boyfriend had ever been? You felt your walls adjusting to Sihtric’s cock, embracing him and pulsing in arousal.

“I’m fine. Never been better,” you smiled at him and started to move. Sihtric groaned in pleasure, his hands grabbing tighter your hips, but not forcing you to fasten your pace. You steadied yourself pressing your palms against the back wall and fastened your movements, clenching your walls around him as tight as you could.

“Fuck! You are so good. Just as I imagined. I can feel you, so tight around me,” Sihtric hissed, his hands finding your breasts, squeezing them gently, while his lips one after another suckled your nipples.

You didn’t expect your climax to build up so quickly, especially after that overwhelming orgasm before, but here you were feeling your walls spasming and clenching stronger and stronger with each thrust, pleasure infiltrating every cell of your body.

“Oh no, fuck, I am close… Sihtric, move … ” you moaned and it appeared as though he just had been awaiting your permission, as Sihtric’s hands instantly landed on your buttocks, holding them in a firm grip, as he started to thrust his hips up against you, his movements growing ever faster and deeper, hitting some hidden spot of pleasure in your vagina you didn’t even know it existed and making your clit brush heavily against his pelvis. You bounced wildly up and down on Sihtric’s cock, trying to control yourself, to prolong the pleasure, but it was impossible, there was no turning back and in the next few minutes he had pushed you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, pressing your heated body against his chest, your arms wrapped around his neck, as you tried to steady yourself. Sihtric felt your walls spasming around him and after a few more thrusts he followed you, his groans echoing in your ears. His hands wrapped around you and pulled you tightly in his embrace as you both gasped for breath, slowly recovering from your peaks.

"This was incredible," you murmured amidst your uneven breaths, your arms still entwined around Sihtric's neck, your forehead touching his.

“No, you are incredible,” a contented smile graced Sihtric's lips as he tenderly stroked your back.

You felt a twinge of trepidation, concerned that the remainder of the journey might turn awkward. Yet after the two of you had gotten dressed again, Sihtric settled beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders and drawing you close. You felt a touch of sadness tingling within you; it was obvious this was your first and last encounter with the handsome stranger, but you had no regrets. Leaning in nearer, you encircled his waist with your arms, surrendering to the rhythmic vibrations of the train that lulled you into a peaceful slumber. Sihtric held you in a firm embrace, as if afraid to succumb to sleep and release his hold. His fingers continued to caress your hair from time to time, as he marvelled at the peaceful expression gracing your beautiful slumbering face, your head nestled against his chest.

Eventually, sleep overcame him as well, and both of you were abruptly jolted awake by the train attendant's booming voice over the speakers, announcing your imminent arrival at Milan Central Station. In your drowsy state, you sprang to your feet, still struggling to fully grasp your surroundings and the person who held you. Your gaze returned to Sihtric, and your cheeks flushed involuntarily as the memories flooded back. Uncertain of what to say to avoid sounding foolish or awkward, you reached for your rucksack as Sihtric also rose to his feet, offering to help you retrieve it from the overhead compartment. Your fingers brushed against his as he handed the bag to you, and you raised your eyes to meet his gaze.

"Hey, lovely," he began, his tone tinged with uncertainty, "could I have your number? I know you're here just for the weekend, and I have my auditions tomorrow, but maybe we could still meet up on Sunday or something." There was a certain quality in Sihtric's voice that piqued your curiosity, leaving you wondering.

He retrieved his phone, waiting expectantly. With some reluctance, you shared your number, thinking that you probably wouldn't receive a call from him anyway. He punched the digits into his screen and pressed the call button, resulting in your phone immediately vibrating.

"Now you have mine too," Sihtric grinned, surprising you as he leaned in for a parting kiss. You felt there was no point to draw out this moment any longer; it was time to bid farewell. You were not one to believe in love at first sight or fairy tale endings, so you gently disengaged from his kiss and turned towards the exit.

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for your auditions tomorrow,” you offered as you stepped out, refusing to look back. Tears threatened to form, but you fought them back, oblivious to the forlorn expression that lingered on Sihtric’s face as his gaze followed you.

Gisela greeted you with an exuberant shout, enveloping you in a hug and bouncing around like an overjoyed puppy. She seized your hand and propelled you towards the exit, an uninterrupted stream of chatter flowing from her lips. She expressed her delight at finally seeing you, criticised your ex-boyfriend, and shared a thousand other small things. Gisela was in her element, and you loved her for it. She was the only person capable of banishing all your sad thoughts, wrapping you in affection like a soft blanket.

Later that evening, as you both sat on her balcony, sipping Italian wine, you recounted to her the story of the handsome stranger and your first-ever one-night stand.

"Oh my God! You're finally starting to embrace life, honey. It's exactly what you needed." Gisela's eyes gleamed in the candlelight that illuminated the small table. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying great sex. You've always been too reserved for that. Trust me, he'll call you on Sunday. You're stunningly beautiful—why can't you see that in the mirror? The poor guy is probably going out of his mind," Gisela rambled on, but you scarcely heard her, lost in your sweet memories and the taste of the wine on your lips.

It was Sunday morning, the buzz of your phone stirred you awake, indicating a new message. It was still early, the sun not yet fully risen. You rubbed your eyes, puzzled about who could be messaging you at such an ungodly hour. If it was work-related, you wanted no part of it—you were on vacation and wanted peace. If it was from your ex-boyfriend, you wanted even less to do with it. No one else came to mind as a potential sender worth noticing, so you simply turned over and drifted back to sleep.

It was long after breakfast, as you indulged in cup after cup of Italian coffee that Gisela expertly brewed, that you finally remembered the annoying message. With your phone in hand, you were taken aback by surprise. Seven unread messages! What on earth?

05:37 Hi, pretty. Having a good time with your friend?

06:25 Hey, I have the entire day free and was thinking we could grab a coffee or something.

07:15 I realise it's early in the morning, and you're probably still asleep, but I just can't get you out of my mind.

07:55 Are you still sleeping or am I just rambling madly into the void?

08:25 I can’t sleep. All I can think about is you. Please, answer me.

09:05 I assume you're awake by now. Could we meet for a coffee? I've got some exciting news I'd love to share with you.

10:00 Alright, I get it. You must think I'm completely insane. I know I've gone overboard. I shouldn't have poured all of this out to you. My impulsiveness always ruins everything.

With each new message you read, your eyes widened. Gisela immediately picked up on your astonishment.

"Is it him? Is it him? I knew I was right. I knew it!" she exclaimed in excitement, nearly snatching the phone from your fingers.

"Gisela, calm down. I have no idea what he wants from me. Judging by these texts, he's either high, drunk, or completely lost his mind," you retorted with a snort.

"Come on, girl! Let me see them!" Gisela knew you were going to show them to her anyway, and she was right, as you handed her the phone.

"Honey, this guy is head over heels in love with you. You have to reply to him. And you should go for that coffee. I can come along if it eases your nerves."

You shot an annoyed look at your best friend, unamused by her enthusiasm for intervening in your love life, yet she persisted.

"If you're not going to write back, I will," she declared, her excitement reaching a fever pitch as she began to dart around the table, your phone still in her hands.

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You walked reluctantly towards the small coffee shop, a mix of annoyance and apprehension evident on your face, while casting irritated glances at Gisela, who was panting beside you. Ignoring her enthusiastic chatter, you were lost in your own thoughts, berating yourself for letting her talk you into this seemingly pointless date. It might have been better to leave things as they were.

As you approached the coffee shop, your steps grew slower with every stride. And then you saw him, seated at a small table outside the shop. A whistle from Gisela caught your attention.

"My God, he’s so handsome! And you considered missing a date with him? I need to use the restroom," Gisela declared suddenly, pushing you forward before slipping inside the shop, leaving you to face the situation alone with an unmistakable grin on her face.

This was your chance to escape, to turn around and leave, but you hesitated for too long – Sihtric had already noticed you. Rising from his seat, he approached with a radiant smile on his lips. He swept you up as if you weighed nothing, twirling you around and leaving your head spinning. Gently setting you down, he cupped your face in his hands, making you meet his eyes. Oh, his eyes! There was no escaping their magnetic pull.

"I know you probably think I'm completely crazy, but I can’t get you out of my head. I've never felt like this about anyone before, and even if you don’t believe me, that was my first one-night stand and I … I don’t want it to stay that way," he blurted out in a single breath, his hands still cradling your face as if he feared you would vanish if he let go.

"Sihtric! Oh, you’re definitely insane. You must realise this can’t work. We have our lives – in less than a day, you'll be in one place and I'll be in another. There’ll be hundreds of kilometres between us. Why are you putting me through this? Saying goodbye to you on the train was hard enough," you nearly shouted, earning curious glances from passersby.

"No, no, you don’t understand. Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't told you," Sihtric's voice quivered with anticipation as he took a deep breath and continued, "I didn’t go to that audition yesterday. It would have been pointless; I wouldn't have accepted even if they offered, knowing that it would mean ending us before it even started. So, I sent my tape to a theatre in Paris, and they got back to me last night. Their lead dancer broke his leg, and they urgently need a replacement. They want me to come for an audition as soon as possible. Can you believe it? I'm coming back with you, if you'll have me. I mean, if you want to give us a chance," his eyes studied your face, a blend of hope and uncertainty in them, searching for your reaction.

"You did what?" you managed to utter, your mouth agape as you stared at Sihtric, trying to grasp the enormity of what he just revealed. "You can’t be serious! You gave up your big opportunity, for me?" Tears welled up in your eyes, impossible to contain.

"Hey, baby, don't cry. Oh, please, don't cry! Why are you crying? Are you upset? Did I upset you?" a note of panic tinged Sihtric's voice.

"Can you just shut up and kiss me?" you muttered amidst the tears, and you didn’t have to repeat it. As soon as the words left your mouth, Sihtric leaned in, his lips meeting yours in the most tender yet passionate kiss.

#sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #tlk #sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #sihtric fic #tlk fic

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Salaar: Scene Interpretation!

Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down to day

An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway

Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path

Every moment points towards the aftermath,

Deva and Amma were traveling from village to village, escaping from something or somebody. But nobody was actively pursuing them, like they did with Aadhya. In fact, Radha Rama (through Vedha) was just trying to find them discreetly by searching through the cctv cameras across the nation. Even Obulamma, Radha Rama's closest maid had no idea about this. The search mission was so secretive that Vedha hid the photo of his target behind the papers in his own den and refused to take his name even when he was among his men. It was as if they feared some kind of retribution if people got an inkling that they were searching for Deva.

Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town

Hopeless urchins from the city gather around

Spies from Imperial China wash in with the tide

Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides

Then news of Aadhya's arrival brought a breakthrough for them. They started actively pursuing Deva in the guise of searching for Krishnakant's daughter to punish her for whatever Krishnakant had done seven years back. Their instincts proved right. With Aadhya, they finally found Deva. Radha Rama formed the plan of using Aadhya to make Deva break the seal and start a war between Deva and Varadha. Because she knew, if one of them would die, then the other would follow.

Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills

Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills

And a rabbit gives up somewhere, and a dozen hawks descend

Every moment points toward its own sad end

Deva and Amma left Aadhya and Bilal in Tinsukia. Before they could go far away, Amma saw those two being surrounded by Rinda's men, Bilal putting a brave front and then finally surrendering on seeing themselves outnumbered. Amma looked at Deva to see his reaction to find him completely focused on driving away. Amma looked back again and saw Aadhya being stamped with the seal and put in the truck along with Bilal. Deva didn't need to look back to know they were captured. He knew exactly that would happen the moment he left them behind and drove away. But he was bound by his mother's word.

Ships loose from their grins, capsize and then they're gone

Sailors with no captains watch a while and then move on

And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction

All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection

When Bilal recognised the seal on Aadhya and realised whose truck it was, his first reaction was to hold the pole tightly and ask Aadhya to do the same. He knew that Deva was not only going to break that seal, but was going to put on a grand show while doing that. And Deva didn't disappoint him. He went all out to stop the truck. He knew to whom the truck belonged. He knew the consequences of stopping that seal. He was not just saving Aadhya, he was sending a message to the man, who was ignoring his existence for the last seven years.

And I am coming home to you

With my own blood in my mouth

And I am coming home to you

If it's the last thing that I do

Varadha didn't have to be told, he already knew it was Deva who stopped the seal. There was no exhilaration in his reaction, like one would expect when someone finally found the thing he was searching for all these years. In his demeanor, there was just reluctant acceptance of the consequences of Deva's actions. Varadha never pursued Deva, nor did he allow anyone else to do the same. He knew nobody could find Deva, if he didn't want to be found. He understood the message Deva had sent. Just like he had accepted every impulsive action of Deva, he accepted this too. He knew Deva was coming home, to him and he was ready to welcome him, even if it was the last thing they both do.

#salaar #varadeva #salaar part 1 ceasefire #devaratha raisaar #varadha rajamannar #deva #varadha #aadhya #radha rama #the mountain goats #sax rohmer #sax rohmer 1 #spotify

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nostallicca · 7 months

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The Memory Remains

~ Heavy rings hold cigarettes, up to lips that time forgets, while the Hollywood sun sets behind your back. And can't the band play on? ~

Episode 5: Hide and swallow mansions whole

Episode 4

Warnings: Alcohol usage

6:42PM

Sitting in front of the mirror, you were trying desperately to make you look your best. The blush might have been too much, the eyeliner might have been too much but you had absolutely no intention nor time to remove it and start all over again. Not to mention, you hair was also not doing what you wanted it to do. You were trying to drown that insecurity out with some good ol' alcohol. Something that usually never works, yet you expect it to. Every single time.

While you were trying to figure out what to wear, you took a few chugs out of the vodka bottle you had standing on the table in front of the mirror. It was lukewarm and gross beyond words but hey, what can you do when you're this desperate?

Amanda was coming with you to the concert. One of the girls that went with you to the party along with Celeste and that other girl. Amanda was a wild one. Someone you probably wouldn't have hung out with if it wasn't for the fact that you and Celeste had a falling out. You could not bare to go alone. That would be too much for you frail little heart.

The ride to the concert venue with Amanda was unique to say the least, yet surprisingly fun. You had only asked her to go with you because you couldn't ask Celeste. And honestly so far, it had seemed like a good idea. Amanda was probably one of the wildest girls you had ever met. She was loud, impulsive, naive with not much thought of consequences in her. People like that could probably be good for you. To help you get out of your shell. The shell you had built. Maybe as a way to protect yourself? but from what? you or the people around you?

8:21PM Arriving at the concert venue was like entering a new world. A world you hadn't been a part of yet. You could not believe how many people were there for the same reason. There were mostly guys there and almost everyone was wearing some sort of Metallica shirt. The excitement you felt over the fact that you were finally going to see them live for the first time was almost overwhelming. The familiar knot in your stomach making yet another entrance. You were finally going to see what made James the person he was.

You spotted a few security guards here and there and eventually you found a little entrence to the backstage area. You took Amanda by the hand and walked over to the four men with backstage passes hanging around their necks as well as the word GUARD on their chests.

''Olivia'' you say to them hesitantly, glancing over at Amanda for support. The two guards whisper in each other's ears a couple of times until they give both of you a reassuring nod before letting you inside the backstage area.

The backstage area was filled with people wearing those in ears, working with god knows what. There were a lot of people, more than you would have imagined but both of you were only here for Metallica obviously.

You walked around for a while, taking in the hectic energy of it all, probably looking like two complete idiots. Eventually you found a door with a sign that said Metallica. You could hear the guys behind the door, probably making a ruckus. You looked over at Amanda before grabbing courage by the throat and knocking on the door. Jason, the bass player opened the door. “Oh, hey!” He said with a questioning look on his face. You flashed Amanda yet another look and you could almost see her trying to stick her head inside the door. “Uh…is James here?” While also trying to sneakily take a look inside the room. “Yeah, yeah sure. JAMES!” He yells out before kind of pushing the door open a bit more with the help of his foot. The two of you could now enter the dressing room. You see James come around the right corner in nothing but a pair of black jeans, black boots and a beer bottle in one of his hands. You almost felt your knees buckle because of the near godly sight. “Hey hey hey, u came! And I see you brought a friend” he said giving both of you a grin and a wink. “Yeah I hope it was okay” you said, waiting for some reassurance. You didn’t know him well enough yet to know what kind of response and/or reaction he would have. He gives Amanda a look “yeah of course, the more the merrier! Am I right?” You and Amanda both give out a small chuckle. “Alright well, we need to prepare for the show. You can watch from the side stage if you want to. Then after wards we will be having an after party at the Hilton’s. We will be leaving almost immediately after the show ends. So if you could meet us there, that would be great.”

The show started with a bang. After the hair raising intro of The ecstasy of gold. The audience's screams were almost ear numbing. You couldn't even imagine what the feeling must be like to know that all those thousands of people were there FOR YOU. Lars came out on stage first, absolutely dripping with charisma. He started the show with Leper Messiah. All of a sudden the four guys were on stage and you were in awe. They owned that stage. They were born to be on that stage. The crowd's excitement was on the same level throughout the entire show. Not to mention, James was definetely on one. He was breathtaking on stage. You had never enjoyed watching someone more in your entire life. Everything about him out there made your entire body feel like a big tight knot. The way his fingers moved across the guitar neck with such ease and the way his downpicking was as fast as lightning. Watching him was like a drug to you. You almost entered a trance-like state. Unable to move. His whole being was starting to become otherworldly to you. That scared you. Because at this point, you were afraid you were stuck. Stuck on him.

The air was sticky and filled with smoke. Not much of a contrast to what was actually starting to happen. You had high hopes for the night. To have fun and most importantly to be a part of James's atmosphere. You had seen a lot of girls hanging around the backstage area that looked like they came with one mission and one mission only. Were you supposed to feel threatened? was he expecting you to be one of them? you had no intentions to be one of them. You wanted more. More of him and more for yourself.

They ended the show with Enter Sandman of course, to really just hype up the crowd one last time. The guys walked off stage towards you and instinctively you started to pull at your black minidress and smacking your lips together as a desperate attempt to try and re-apply some of the lipstick. Lars and kirk were walking past the two of you, completely occupied in their adrenaline filled bodies. Both of them could almost touch the ceiling with the way their feet were bouncing off the ground. Jason stopped to talk to some backstage guys while patting his face with a towel in order to soak up some of the sweat that was now making his hair stick to his face. James used his forearm to wipe some sweat off forehead. He saw you and walked over. You swallowed hard and you could feel your pulse pick up. God, why was he affecting you like this?

The closer he got the hotter the air became. At this point it almost felt stuffy. His tall, glistening stature came up to you and leaned down so he could whisper in your ear. His hair was teasing the side of your neck, making you shiver.

''Room 301 at the Hilton's. Imma take care o' ya'' That's all he said before walking off to probably one of the dressing rooms.

You grabbed Amandas hand and the two of you moved towards the backstage exit. Your goal was to make it to the Hilton's as fast as possible. This was your calling. A few cars were already waiting outside. You passed them since they were most likely intending to take NOT two random girls to a hotel but instead the guys and probably crew members. A bit further down the street you spotted a few taxis. Jackpot. The two of you almost skipped down the dark and dirty street towards the taxis. Excited and high on life.

The night was about to take a turn. You were about to be immersed in so many different feelings that would leave you standing at the end of a road. You were definetely not in kansas anymore.

END OF EPISODE 5 - I'm so sorry it's SO short and that this took forever but I've had a lot on my mind lately and been super busy with work. I'm not happy at all with this one but I just wanted to get SOMETHING out there. Episode 6 is almost finished also so I will post it probably this weekend or early next week <3

#james hetfield #james hetfield smut #jason newsted #kirk hammett #metallica #metallica smut #papa het #rob trujillo #metalhead #lars ulrich #metallica fanfiction #cliff burton #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield 90s #the memory remains

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Let’s Fall In Love For The Night - (9/10)

Summary: Being the eldest daughter of a Duke and Duchess means that Lady Y/N has been prepared for society; to fulfil her duties as the next heir to her family name and estate. However, she dreams of so much more than that, particularly, finding someone she truly loves rather than a political match. Intrigue sparks an idea with the introduction of Tom Bennett, a soldier she meets on a Press tour - forming a new relationship that could either make or break her apart should things turn against her favour.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! Reader

“Do you think you were too harsh on her?”

The Duke glanced at his wife, catching the stern look on her face as she studied him. The empty seat at the table remained as it had for the past three weeks. Y/N had become a shell of the person she previously was. They failed to recognise their daughter as she fell into a new routine. One teetering on self-destructive as she locked herself away. Meals were taken in her room, or at later hours when solitude was suitable. The woman waiting for her soldier to return from a devastating war. The consequences were direly affecting her resolve, forcing her into a fragile state.

His face relaxed, regarding the empty chair with a solemn look. “I did what I thought was right.”

“But you see what this is doing to her?” her voice lowered, “It’s tearing her apart.” She watched as her husband’s resolve shrivelled with each word. “You know it as I do."

"Who are we to stop her from being happy?”

He met her eyes, “I am only trying to protect her. That’s all I want.”

“We can protect and support her at the same time. Can't we?"

“You know the ferocity of these people. What they’ll all do to her and this family if it gets out.”

“I rather think she would do fine on her own. We’ve raised her to be resilient and strong. We can’t hold onto her forever, Richard.” he’s left with that note.

***

Every day, she listened to the radio.

And every day, she received nothing.

Although no news was oftentimes better than the inevitable letter many awaited.

The next morning, her younger brother managed to coax her to join them at breakfast. He had managed it with his softened gaze and a gentle smile. Her family missed her presence and so she sat there at the table quietly. The sun shone briefly that morning, the clouds drawing closer. The room was cast in a grey light, the clinking of cutlery and the radio filling her ears.

“News arrived yesterday of the survivors at Dunkirk. A confirmed list of the troops rescued on the shore was tallied this morning. British soldiers were rescued from several vessels, including the HMS Exeter-”

A knife twisted in her chest at the word. The fork clattered on the table as she listened patiently, the sound of chatter ceasing with it.

“Recorded numbers are in the thousands... many were unaccounted for...stranded at Dunkirk.”

Many erratic thoughts rushed through her mind. It darted from worry to shock within a second at the image of him stranded and alone. Their promise was a far cry in the schemes of a war. Promises were easily broken in the scope where life and death were concerned. Breathing suddenly became difficult as the prospect of his body wrecked her.

Y/N’s breath grew shaky. She pushed her chair out, finding the eyes on her. Her mouth parted as she flickered back to the radio. The impulse stirred in her before she moved, departing from the room.

The footsteps thundered behind her on the floorboards. Y/N heard her father call out her name, but ignored it. She swung her bedroom door open, grabbing her coat and keys.

Her mother’s concerned voice reached her through the haze. “Please, talk to us.”

A blank stare and glistening eyes reached her parents standing in her doorway. “What do you want me to say?”

Uncertainty brewed in their eyes as they stepped around the topic. “We’re worried about you, darling.”

She withheld a scoff, nodding her head. “Of course.”

“Where are you going?” her father nodded, looking down at the keys in her hand.

“I have to know.” her voice shook.

“Have you thought about this? What are you going to do?” he asked her.

“I don’t need to consider anything. Did you not just hear what I did?” Y/N gasped out, her heart clambering in her throat.

“He-”, she choked out, clenching her fists as her eyes fell shut. “-He could be dead. Just let me go. Please. I will never ask anything of you again.”

“Please.” her parents’ expressions softened at the pain in their daughter’s voice. The agony was evident in her face as she pleaded for respite. She watched her parents glance at each other, the Duke eventually nodding his head.

Y/N’s mouth formed a tight line as she withheld a sob. Her hands shook, holding onto the keys like a life line.

“Go to him.” he said.

Surprise lit in her eyes at his words.

“I-I was...” her father paused, guilt written over his face. “I was wrong. I understand now-- the extent of your feelings. What I did...it was a matter of protecting you, in my mind. But to you...Darling, I will work to make this up to you every day if it means that I’ll have you in my life.” he gulped. “All I’ve wanted was to protect my children. Not to be the source of their pain. I hope that when this is all over, you will want to come back here. Despite my decisions.”

Her eyes shone with unfallen tears, finally meeting his gaze. “And you mean that?”

He bowed his head. “I do.”

A pair of arms tugged her into their chest before she could depart. She embraced her father, a second pair of arms caressing her waist. A heavy breath left her chest as she breathed out some of the built tension.

“I-I have to go.” she released from the hug, wiping her eyes.

***

Anxiety wringed her stomach, her heart thundering in her chest as she waited for an answer on their doorstep. She waited for relief to fill her once the door opened, but met with the devastation on Lois' face failed to settle those feelings.

“Please tell me he’s here.” her voice low.

Lois’ silence was enough of an answer and Y/N felt her knees grow weak. She hid her sob with a hand on her mouth, the woman pulling her inside.

He wasn’t one of the list to arrive home. She almost broke down, if not for Lois’ support on her back, urging her to let it out.

“I-I only found out this morning. Do you think its possible he could be-”

The creaking floorboards caused the women to glance at the man’s presence.

“Who’s this?”

Y/N wiped her eyes, blinking between the father and daughter. She stood up straighter as the realisation hit her.

His eyes shone with recognition upon finally seeing the girl’s face. “Lois?”

“Mr Bennett, I-uh.” she paused, glancing between the pair before she explained herself. The first meeting with his son. The second encounter and everything from there on, except the minor details of course. She recounted meeting Lois, justifying her knowing of their secret relationship and all that led up to the present.

“I assume you heard.”

Thoughts of what if fill her mind as they all sit in the knowledge Tom Bennett might very well be dead. Y/N flickered between Lois and Douglas, recognising the remnants of Tom in them both. She stepped on her feet, cautious of her place in the room without him.

“I apologise for coming here without notice. I-” she breathed, “I had to know. If you had heard anything else.”

“We got the news yesterday with the listings. He wasn’t on it.”

That sent a bout of relief through her body, yet the question lied in when he would turn up. Or if he would.

“If there’s anything I know about my boy is, he’ll come home.” Douglas stated firmly, “He’s as stubborn as they come.”

“He’s brave, too.” Y/N mustered, a sad smile on her face.

The Bennetts were kind enough to offer to stay the night. Any news received would be directly to their household. Most of the night she failed to gain any rest, laying across the bed. The scent of smoke and something faintly resembling him filled her senses.

“Aye, he is.”

It had initially sent a painful ache through her chest after weeks of being far away. The aching had turned to comfort as she nestled her face between the pillow and blanket, falling into a haze of sleep and restlessness over the night.

Two days had passed. She had phoned her parents that first morning of her plan to stay in Manchester. Her mother relayed her concerns and best wishes, understanding of the circumstances. She assured her daughter that her father was supportive nevertheless, much to her relief.

The rustling of Lois leaving the room caused Y/N to open her eyes. She blinked away the sleep, turning her head to the door that remained ajar. The creaking of footsteps reached her ears, rustling before the sound of the front door opened. A muffled gasp and a shout sounded, her heart lurching in her chest. Y/N rustled for Lois’ gown, slipping into it as her thoughts were lost to her.

Only instincts pushed her to the door as she slipped down the staircase, turning to the back door with a heavy chest and hope building at the thought of-

Him.

He looked tired and worn. She trailed his face, his wounds still healing with red scrapes along his cheekbone. His outfit was borrowed-- tattered; evidently from travelling all the way here. There was cause for concern with exhaustion in his eyes behind the smile he wore. Lois and Douglas had pulled away from the hug, allowing a full view of her standing in his line of sight.

“Tom.” she finally breathed. “You’re-”

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Y/N felt her throat close up, and a shuddery breath escaped her. He stepped toward her, meeting Y/N halfway as she fell into his arms. Tom held her tightly against his chest. The woman’s arms clutched around him tightly, afraid this was all a figment of her imagination. The feeling of his body against her was a tentative reminder.

“I’m here.” he whispered as she withheld sobs at the sight of him. The warmth of his touch. The beating of his heart beneath her ear was a comfort, pulling her back from that darkness that paced in her mind for days. “I’m right here with you.”

@pearlstiare @chainsawsangel @aemonds-sapphire @xcharlottemikaelsonx @padfooteyes @batsyforyou @yentroucnagol @cl-0-vr @viviartsy @h3k3t @arcana-greenleaf @yummycastiel @lauraneedstochill @rntrsna @schniiipsel @caribbeangal @ccosmic-illusion @aemonds-wifey

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hockeylovee12 · 1 year

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Chapter Two

Aftermath-Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke Hughes knows he has some explaining to do to his family about his recent trip and normally that would be all that’s on his mind but unfortunately for him there’s something or I should say someone else occupying his mind.

Warnings: family fights, mentions of drinking, swearing, implied sexual activity

A/N this is the second chapter for this story I wrote this in one day because inspiration struck lol. I don’t typically go through and edit my stories just because if I did I’d never post them so I’m sorta an impulsive writer. I really hope you enjoyed and while this chapter does go hand in hand with a whole story I still write one shots if any one has any requests and there are more parts to this story. Ik it didn’t really talk about Izzie that much but I wanted to give an insight into Lukes life a little more and I also enjoyed writing some of the brotherly bonding stuff. feel free to ask me any requests or start a conversation with me! And I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

June 9th 2022 7:00 PM

It was a long six hour flight home to Michigan and when Luke Hughes arrived at the Detroit airport he knew his family would be waiting there wanting answers.

Unfortunately the boys who are his best friends were not the smartest and word got out the trip the boys had planned to go to California was actually a trip to go to Mexico. Once the news was out it wasn’t long before every boys families had started calling and texting to no reply.

The five boys knew they would have to face the music eventually and safe to say none of them were thrilled by the idea of having consequences for their actions.

Shortly after landing at the airport and grabbing their bags the boys found all their families who were not extremely pleased by their return.

Luke’s parents were no exception.

The family of 5 made their way to the parking lot silently.

Luke placed his bags in the trunk of his dads car and sat in the backseat with his brothers on both sides of him.

It was a silent 30 minute drive back to the families home and when the car was finally in park his father turned around and disappointingly shook his head at his youngest child.

Normally Luke would be feeling very remorseful and anxious about the disappointment he has caused his family but his mind was still racing trying to relieve the past 24 hours with Izzie, the beach, the kisses, the ocean.

“Luke let’s go” A voice breaks Luke’s thought

Luke looks over and sees his brother Jack standing outside the car waiting for him to exit

Luke exits the car and Jack harshly closes the door.

The family enters there house and Luke places his bags on the floor by the door leaving him holding only his phone.

The silence from the car ride continues inside the house as no one says a word and everyone just makes there way towards the living room and takes a seat.

“What the hell?” Is the first thing said by Luke’s older brother Jack

“Ok look I get it it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to Mexico and I’m sorry I lied but like nothing happened and we had a great time” Luke defends himself

“Nothing happened you and your friends left the country without telling an adult! What if something had happened what if one of you had gotten in an accident or went missing we would be looking in California for goodness sake!” Ellen Hughes exclaims at her youngest son

“I mean we’re adults” Luke says in a monotone voice

“You know what your mother means you didn’t tell a parent” Jim Hughes intervenes

“Look I said I’m sorry I don’t know what else you want me to say” Luke says

“We want you to understand that what you did was wrong and that it should’ve never happened in the first place” Ellen says calmly

“Alright sorry it won’t happen again” Luke says with a slight eye roll which earns him a smack upside the head from Quinn who’s sitting next to him

“You’re grounded for a week and when we go up to the lake you’re not allowed to go wandering off on your own without another person with you” Jim Hughes sentences

Luke scoffs at this. He thinks it’s fucking ridiculous he’s 18 years old, he just finished his freshman year at college and he’s being treated like he’s a fucking child. It wasn’t the grounding that was pissing him off so much as it was the thought of having a babysitter. Lukes been able to go off on his own at the lake since he was 14 years old no worries whatsoever which isn’t completely true his parents and brothers always worried a little bit seeing as he is the baby of the family but Luke always stayed relatively close and always kept his phone on him.

“No that’s bullshit!” Luke shouts standing up

“Did you really think you could just go to Mexico without telling anyone and not have any consequences?” Quinn who has stayed silent this entire time finally speaks

“I’m 18 years old I’m not some child you can order around anymore and I certainly don’t need a fucking babysitter”

“Clearly you do if you’re off running around in Mexico why the hell did you even go to Mexico if you wanted the beach there are plenty of ones here! In America!” Jack shouts standing up as well

“Luke! Sit down.” His dad says

Luke rolls his eyes again feeling nothing but anger building up at the way this conversation has gone. Luke shakes his head in disbelief and scoffs before grabbing his phone that was sitting on the couch and walking towards the front door.

He leaves the house slamming the front door and leaving the people inside both shocked and angry by his actions.

Luke starts walking away from his house and onto the dark pavement lit up only by street lights.

After about 15 minutes of walking Luke reaches his neighborhood park. He sits down on a bench and tilts his head back looking up at the night sky.

There were few stars up in the sky but Luke still enjoyed the view although he preferred the view from last night.

Luke starts to think back to the bar and dancing with Izzie. His hands around her waist hers on his neck. Her lips touching his. Within seconds his own lips turned from a resting frown that had been present since the car ride into a smile.

Luke pulled out his phone and goes to Instagram. He tries every combination of Izzie he could think of unaware of the spelling of her name but with the thousands of results and no way to narrow it down Luke quickly gives up.

The frown which had since disappeared was now back and became even more distraught as he noticed two figures walking towards him.

Once the figures came closer to Luke he noticed who it was.

“Dude let’s go” Jack says walking closer to Luke

Luke just looks at Quinn who’s displaying no emotional reaction. Luke starts to wonder if it’s because he’s tired or because he’s pissed or possibly both.

Luke thoughts get interrupt when he feels a hand on his bicep

He looks over and sees Jack gripping his arm and urging him to stand up

Luke shakes his head and stands up then the trio of brothers start the 15 or so walk back towards their house.

Once the park was in an unseeable position the silence that Luke has gotten oh so familiar with today is broken.

“Did you have fun on your trip?” Jack asks with a sympathetic such smile

“Ya I had a great time we went to Rocky Point and it was fun it was really fun” Luke says matching the slight smile appearing on his brothers face

“What did you guys do?” Jack continues the conversation

“Um I mean we did a lot of things we spent a lot of time at the beach, we went to a couple of bars and clubs at night, there was one day where we went jet skiing that was super fun” Luke explains not sure if mentioning the bars and clubs was a smart decision but chooses not to overthink it.

“Did you fall off the jetski?” Quinn asks with a laugh remembering a more recent time when Luke had been on the back of a jetski with Jack driving and despite being told multiple times to hold on when Jack hit the gas Luke went flying off into the lake and at first the whole family was worried out of their mind but when Luke rose his soaked face and hair out of the water and stuck up a middle finger towards Jack they all laughed.

“No I didn’t fall off mainly because Jack wasn’t driving” Luke responds giving a little nudge to Quinn who smiled towards both his little brothers after an exchange of smiles and laughs between the trio Quinn’s demeanor quickly changed to a more serious look

“you know Luke I’m really happy you had a good time but you know it just it would’ve been nice to know where you were going mom and dad were freaking out a bit when your friends mom called and said you guys didn’t go to California they were really worried something could’ve happened to you and when you wouldn’t respond to anyone they really love you kid and we do to and we don’t know what any of us would’ve done if something did happen to you” Quinn explains to his youngest brother

For the first time today Luke starts to feel a little bit remorseful about what he’s done and realizes his family although they can be annoying sometimes they really love him and he regrets worrying them so much.

“I’m sorry I worried you guys and you’re right I should’ve told someone or at the very least text or call you guys back I’m really sorry” Luke says

“Just don’t do again or otherwise I’ll have to kill you which would really suck because that would mean we wasted our 4th pick and I think it’s gonna be really fun when you and I get to win on the ice against Quinn” Jack laughs

“Don’t jinx it or tomorrow’s headlines gonna be that I got traded before I even sign a contract” Luke responds

“Hopefully that won’t happen” Jack adds crossing his fingers

“Oh god the two of you on the same team and living together I don’t know who I’m gonna feel worse for one of you or the state of New Jersey” Quinn jokes

Jack reaches over and gives Quinn a playful shove causing all three brothers to smile again the next few minutes the brothers spent laying and teasing one another until they arrived back at the families home.

Jack was the first to step in followed by Luke who had no way of escaping again since Quinn was blocking the exit with his own body.

Once all three boys were inside the door closed shut and Quinn turned around and locked the door making it official that everyone was now home for the night.

“Where are mom and dad?” Luke asks

“They’re in their room” Quinn answers and Luke sighs and starts walking in the direction of the master bedroom.

Knock knock

“Come in” Luke’s mom answers

Luke walks in and sees his mom putting her jewelry away and his dad sitting in a chair in the corner with a book cracked open

“Hey I just wanted to tell you guys I’m sorry I’m sure I worried you guys alot and it was really a shitty thing for me to do and not answering your calls or text was stupid and I shouldn’t have lied about where I was going I know you guys were already nervous about me going to California and it was a really selfish thing for me to do and I’m really sorry” Luke apologizes this time meaning it

Both of his parents smile and his dad puts down the book and gives his youngest son a hug his mom walks over and does the same.

Luke spends the next few minutes talking to his parents and telling them some of the fun parts of his trip well making sure to only include the family friendly parts which do not include his beverage or entertainment choices however does include a mention of riding the jet ski which his parents took as an opportunity to tease him about when he fell off.

After a few more laughs Luke chose to apologize once more for the worried he had caused them and they reassured him that he was forgiven with a pat on the back from his father and a kiss on the cheek from his mother the family says their good nights and then the 18 year old left their room to go to his own.

As he walks towards the stairs he sees his bags still sitting there and rather than bringing them up right now he decides later is better and by that he means sometime tomorrow starting to feel a little tired himself.

Luke walks to his room and shuts the door then feels in his pocket for his phone and goes on Instagram.

He notices a few of his recommendations to follows are random girls named Izzie with alternating spellings.

He shakes his head with a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jack asks appearing in the open doorway

“Eh nothing” Luke shakes off still smiling

Jack starts walking closer to Luke and soon Quinn appears in the room.

Jack takes a look at Luke’s screen which he was doing nothing in response to hide as he didn’t really care about the contents being public at least not to his brothers

“Why do you follow so many girls named Izzie?” Jack asks with a confused look

“I don’t follow them I was just looking for the Instagram of some girl I met but it’s kinda impossible considering all I know is her first name and I don’t even know how she spells it” Luke explains with a shrug

“Did you just meet her this week?” Quinn asks stepping into the room and the conversation

“Ya I met her last night” Luke says

“Funny how when you were telling us about your trip you left this part out” Jack jokes then takes a seat on Lukes bed

“So tell us what happened” Jack encourages

“What?” Luke asks as he watches Quinn take a seat next to Jack

“Come on you never tell us anything!” Jack claims

“I’m not gonna tell you guys what happened it’s private” Luke says

“Fine but we’re not leaving till you tell us about Izzie at least tell us where you met her or what she looks like” Jack says lying back on Lukes bed and getting comfortable

“You are so annoying” Luke shakes his head then walks over to his desk chair and takes a seat

“I met her at a bar it was like a beachside type thing it was like I don’t know 10 or something but I was drinking a beer and then I decided to take a shot of vodka and obviously vodka tastes disgusting so I made a face and she was standing next to me and starts talking about how it’s a mentality and that way the shots don’t taste so bad and we took a couple of shots together and then we danced together and we made out a few times in the bar and then we ended up leaving and we walked down to the beach and uh we had a good night” Luke recalls starting to blush a little near the end

“I’m going to assume had a good night means you walked her home and then went back to your room alone” Quinn says starting to get up

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night then that’s exactly what happened” Luke answers

“It does” Quinn says with a laugh then says goodnight and proceeds to head to his own room.

“I’m out too but I’m proud and relieved to know you at least have a little bit of game” Jack jokes giving Luke a playful punch to the shoulder which Luke returns and adds a mocking laugh

“Goodnight” Jack says as he walks out the door

“Goodnight” Luke responds

#luke hughes #umich hockey #hughes brothers #jack hughes #quinn hughes #feel free to interact #umich boys #original story #brothers #hughes family #hope you guys enjoy

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Vampravenwolf

I’m not soft

Hello, this is the first Wednesday Fanfic I’ve written and actually posted. Please forgive me if this sucks or there are any errors I wrote this in the span of an hour and I have not posted an fanfics I have written online in years.

This is based on the idea of Wednesday Enid and Yoko dating inspired by @caitlynskitten featuring baby Wednesday. (She is baby)

Wednesday walked through the halls of Nevermore with her plush raven tucked away safely in her bag. The petite girl was on her way to her last class of the day, which was sadly on the other side of campus far away from her two girlfriends classes. As she glided through the halls she caught a piece of two student’s conversation, a conversation that happened to be about her. She then paused her journey to class in order to eavesdrop on the conversation in which she could make out the words

“Wednesdays gone soft”. And while the girl knew it to be somewhat true the raven was under the impression that she was only soft with Yoko and Enid, she didn’t think anybody else would have picked up on the matter. The gothic girl wanted to be good for her mommy and daddy, however she also couldn’t just let this go and let people continue to think such things about her. In her mind it was settled she would be doing something about this. She was normally very calculated in her revenge plots, but this was a more impulsive revenge plot, no planning and maybe not the best way she could have gotten the outcome she desired, however in her mind this needed to be taken care of immediately. With little to no planning she made her way over to the two gorgons when they had their backs turned to her. When she was standing behind them, whispering random words in Latin. The two boys were rightfully startled be her presence and began freaking out trying to get her to tell them what was going on and what she was saying.

“just a basic curse, have a dreadful day” she said monotonously before finishing her journey to class. It wasn’t a real curse she just wanted to inflict fear in them giving them a bit of lasting paranoia.

“That should take care of it” Wednesday thought as she sat down at her desk. About ten minutes into class her internal celebration was cut short when she was called into Principal Weems office. The young raven made her way to the principal’s office taking a seat in her usual chair in front of Weems desk.

“Really Wednesday, a curse you know I really thought you had been making amazing progress in accepting your Nevermore family, then you pull this stunt, I am very disappointed in you”

Wednesday could feel the tears forming behind her eyes, but pushed them back or she would just be proving the gorgon’s point.

“He called me soft” Wednesday said her voice slightly cracking.

“That’s no excuse miss Addams you put a curse on two of your classmates, there is no excuse for that” Weems exclaimed pacing back and forth through her office.

“Well you can relax, I didn’t actually curse them I just wanted to scare them” Wednesday fired back.

“God Wednesday, you can’t do that, you need to learn your actions have consequences”. At that point Wednesday could no longer hold back her tears, as she began sobbing. All she could think about is how disappointed her mommy and daddy are gonna be in her. Weens had seen Wednesday cry a few times but was still not used to it. She knew the only way to calm the crying raven was to call Enid and Yoko to her office, however the shapeshifter was hesitant to do that after the threats she faces from the vampire and werewolf last time she made the young seer cry. She pushed back her fear, being that the wellbeing of her student was more important. Weems then called both girls to her office as she awaited their arrival she sat down next to the dark girl who was now hugging her beloved raven plush, while rocking back and forth.

“Wednesday will you look at me” Weems says. The small girl halts her rocking slowly looking at the tall women.

Weems then proceeds to tell the much smaller girl “ given that you didn’t actually curse that you didn’t actually curse the two boys, I’m gonna let this one slide, but next time I hear about you doing anything like this you will be given detention, and just for the record I don’t think you’ve gone soft your just evolving”

Wednesday sniffled quietly before saying “so I assume you’re gonna tell the two gorgons they are not cursed”.

Weems took a minute to think over her options before saying “No, I don’t think I will, but if you do this again I will be spilling your little secret about these curses”

“But why?” The pale girl asked.

“Because I’m rooting for your success and I don’t think telling those boys is going to help your success and as long as there not really cursed there’s no harm In not telling them, hopefully it will discourage them from talking behind peoples backs and other students from trying to mess with you” Weems said.

At that moment Enid and Yoko showed up.

“What’s going on, is she okay?” Enid said trying to mask the worry in her voice.

“I think everything is okay now” Weems responded.

At that point the bell releasing the rest of the students from their last class of the day rang.

May I ask what happened, why is Wednesday in your office” Yoko asked.

“Wednesday had overheard two students taking, and long story short she heard one of them say she was going soft, so she thought she would take matters into her her own hands and make them think she put a curse on them, but everything is fine, nobody was harmed and no curses were made, and Wednesday is not being punished unless this kind of thing occurs again so the tree of you are free to go and enjoy the rest of your day”

“Okay, thank you Miss Weems, we’ll get out of your hair now”. Enid said.

“Come on baby” Yoko said calling her girlfriend over. Wednesday then gets up and runs over to her two girlfriends grabbing both of their hands and making their way out of the office and back to their room. As soon as the door closes Wednesday starts crying saying “I’m sorry, I just don’t want people to think I’m soft.

Enid comes up to the shorter girl hugging her from behind, while Yoko cups Wednesday’s face in her hands making the small girl look up at her.

“Mommy and I know you don’t want people to think you’re soft but you can’t pretend to curse someone, or really curse someone or anything of the sort. Since when do you care what people think about you, you can’t let what people say get to you. You are amazing, strong, and beautiful and nothing anyone says about you will ever change that or anything about who you are, just be true to yourself you know the real you, I know the real you, and mommy knows the real you and that’s what matters.” Yoko says.

“Daddy and I love you little raven, whether your weak or strong cause to us no matter what you will be perfect.” Enid says reassuring Wednesday and backing up what Yoko had said.

#vampravenwolf #wednesday #little raven #baby Wednesday

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more cally o'pia stuff because it's my blog and i can do whatever i want forever. below the cut is a very rough broad written timeline of How Things Shake Out In Da AU. i hope you enjoy, very dry timeline notes

>20 years ago…

The Psychic 7 (namely Ford, Bob and Cassie) raid a hospital that is performing lobotomies on psychics. In the resulting scuffle, Cassie impulsively rescues-slash-kidnaps one of the patients, a 10-12 year old boy, Caligosto Loboto.

Ford and Otto eventually reach an arrangement with Cal’s birth parents, convincing them not to press charges and to release Cal into their custody. They’re secretly quite happy to be rid of their troublemaking psychic child and to not have to face the consequences of the botched lobotomy attempt.

Cal is raised collectively by the Psychic 7 (minus Lucrecia, who’s already left for Grulovia by the time he arrives), becoming a powerful psychic, voracious reader and writer, an amateur tinkerer, and very much a next-gen hippie weirdo. He’s particularly bonded with Cassie, who stepped into a maternal and teacher role for him early on, so she takes the role of his legal guardian on paper and he assumes her surname, becoming Caligosto “Cally” O’Pia.

20 years ago…

The Psychic 6 have their fateful battle with Maligula. Cal, by this point a teenager, remains behind to watch the Gulch and keep an eye on the then-ongoing construction of the modern Motherlobe. He ends up finding Ford, mind shattered, wandering through the woods one night. Cal is unaware of what happened to him but keeps watch over him until the rest of the Psychic 6 - minus Helmut, of course - return from Grulovia.

Helmut’s funeral is held. Cal is particularly affected, especially seeing Bob’s subsequent mourning and breakdown - Cal looked up to the two as a model relationship and they helped him realize his bisexuality, so the incident gives Cal significant hang-ups around emotional intimacy and relationships.

Cal becomes part of the first class of Psychonauts agent trainees after the Motherlobe’s opening, alongside Truman (who he sees as a sort of cousin-slash-honorary family member).

Between then and Psychonauts 1…

Cal graduates and becomes an official agent, though by this point he’s already started becoming disillusioned with the Psychonauts mission, due to the continued breakdown of his family in the Psychic 6. He deliberately puts on an ineffective, slacker persona to avoid being put on missions, despite being a powerful and capable psychic. By the time Cassie leaves the Motherlobe, his role is primarily head janitor and semi-official steward of the Gulch. He also writes for True Psychic Tales under a pseudonym.

As his disillusionment grows and he becomes less trusting of the other Psychonauts for help and answers, he adopts the Loboto persona to go undercover unofficially. He’s especially looking for more information on Grulovia and Maligula, since he suspects he hasn’t gotten the full story from his family or the official press.

Cal befriends Oleander after the latter becomes an agent, eventually progressing to a tumultuous on-off relationship, which becomes something of an open secret around the Motherlobe. Each of their unaddressed issues, combined with assuming the worst based on the other’s unaddressed issues, makes each successive breakup worse and sabotages their secretly-mutual hopes for a serious lasting relationship. The big breaking point occurs when Oleander is badly injured on a mission (losing his eye and gaining his facial scar), making Cal panic over the idea of losing him like Bob lost Helmut; he encourages Truman to reassign him to Whispering Rock, which Oleander finds out about and takes as a tacit rejection-slash-lack of belief in him due to his own issues.

Shortly before meeting Oleander, Cal also has an extended affair with a married woman that he breaks off when she objects to him also seeing other people on the side. He remains unaware that he fathered a child through this affair.

Just before Psychonauts 1…

Oleander’s father dies, which causes him to finally snap and start up the Brain Tanks Plot. Having learned about Cal’s moonlighting while they were dating, he blackmails “Loboto” into helping. Cal agrees so he can secretly sabotage the project from the inside and attempt to keep Oleander safe.

Around the same time, Cal also gets a lead about the Delugianaries and infiltrates them as "Loboto". He begins to learn more about Maligula’s history with the royal family and the movement to reinstate the lost prince.

Psychonauts 1…

"Loboto" interferes as best he can with the Brain Tanks Plot without revealing his true identity to the other inmates, nor making it obvious to Oleander what he’s doing. He leaves massive openings on the psychic radio communications in hopes someone at Whispering Rock will catch them, stations Sheegor and Crispin to intentionally create weak points for an intruder, leaves the kidnapped brains out in the open to be recovered, and intentionally stalls debraining Lilli (to whom he’s an honorary uncle as Cal).

When Raz finally gets to the tower, Cal secretly trails him to make sure Raz can get to the top safely and unopposed. Once he does, Cal bails to return to the Rhombus of Ruin and continue his undercover work. Unfortunately, his boss there has figured out his true identity as Cally O’Pia, and blackmails him into kidnapping Truman by threatening his family (namely Cassie, Oleander and Lilli).

Rhombus of Ruin…

“Loboto” kidnaps Truman, and much like with the brain tanks, does everything he can to sabotage the plot without getting caught. This mostly entails poorly packaging Gristol’s brainless body, failing to dispose of the brain case, and capturing the Psychonauts after they crash rather than leave them to drown. Recognizing Raz and realizing he can excuse not “knowing” to put him under high-security restrictions the same as the other agents, he deliberately leaves Raz the means to navigate the facility via clairvoyance.

Raz learns of “Loboto’s” true identity from Oleander after rescuing him, and ends up using Oleander’s PSI-Portal to enter Cal’s mind. There, he sees the projected "Loboto" persona and meets Cal himself, who plots with him how to fake capturing “Loboto” and escaping in order to rescue Truman without giving away his betrayal. He will not give Raz information on his employers, however, still fearing for the others’ safety.

The Rhombus’ self-destruct auto-engages when “Truman” is released, to Cal’s horror. However, Raz and the agents are able to escape with their “captive”, though he still refuses to talk about his employers.

Psychonauts 2…

Sasha attempts to use a psychic construct to get the information out of Cal. It goes very, very poorly. However, Raz does manage to learn more about Cal’s backstory and get a glimpse of his boss and Maligula.

Sasha continues to attempt to interrogate Cal through the first part of the story, to no avail. After the Lady Lucktopus heist, Sasha’s forced to release him, and he returns to monitoring the Forgetful Forest. He drives away the psychic bees when Raz disturbs them, and Raz can talk to him about the undercover work as “Loboto”, his upbringing with the Psychic 6, and his apparent complicated relationship with Oleander. (There’s an optional sidequest where Raz can go back and forth between Cal and Oleander uncovering and pointing out their misinterpretations of each other, eventually convincing them to talk things out post-game.)

Post-reconstructing Ford, Cal discovers the three in the Gulch and is looped in by Raz. Cal still can’t help directly out of fear of his family being targeted, but gives Raz some tips for trying to talk to Cassie and Bob, and moves to the entrance of the Gulch to keep watch and feign ignorance of Raz, Ford, and Lucy’s presence. Raz can go back to him after helping either Cassie and/or Bob, and Cal is grateful for their apparent steps towards recovery, and baffled yet amazed by Compton and “Nick’s” arrival (with a hint that he already knows what’s up with the brainless Nick).

While Raz and company are doing final preparations for the Astralathe, Cal is distracted by Augustus trying to make it through the Gulch (and experiencing distress due to his repressed familiarity with it), allowing Norma to sneak by and witness the Astralathe activating. She comes back with Truman, and Cal is forced to let them by, knowing Truman is actually Gristol. He also witnesses Lilli tailing them and, realizing everyone is at risk no matter what and he has nothing left to lose, Cal instructs Lilli to distract “Truman” as long as she can and get out of dodge with Raz if the worst happens.

Cal runs back to the Motherlobe to search for the brain case just as Sasha, Milla, Hollis and Oleander are about to leave in pursuit of the mole. Cal begs Oleander to help him and he reluctantly agrees. The two find the case hidden in the mailroom and rush out to deliver it just as Maligula’s storm is released; they end up finding and protecting Lilli during the storm, and turn up just after she reunites with Raz to help with re-braining Truman.

In the post-game, if Raz either already completed or completes the sidequest with Cal and Oleander, they will be found together in the Gulch cleaning up around the Heptadome, and will confirm they’re talking things out. Cal will thank Raz with a signed copy of True Psychic Tales, though Raz doesn’t quite make the connection between Cal and the author. Cal also reveals Truman’s punished him for the kidnapping and undercover work by putting Cal back on the active agent duty he’s worked to avoid, intending for “Loboto” to start doing officially-sanctioned undercover work to clean up the remaining Deluginaries.

#anonymous puzzler writes #technically. look for categorization on this blog purposes we count it #long post /#psychonauts spoilers #rhombus of ruin spoilers #psychonauts 2 spoilers #tw death mention #tw implied eye trauma #psychonauts #ok i think that's post. enjoy #tw lobotomy mention #tw medical abuse mention #forgot those two !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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