#but this lady blew me away and i need to check out more of her stuff

[brainrotcharacters]

HIII! could you please write a nami x f reader?

maybe just them being domestic? like the side of nami most don't get to see, r always has

they've been together for a couple of years now

things like cuddling (facing each other), night routines, etc

r is shorter than nami too, top of head just barely (if even) reaching her chin (this is needed info for any hugs🤭)

pls and thank you! :) <<<333

ship: Nami x fem!reader

summary: A day in the life aboard the Going Merry, as Nami's girlfriend from home.

a/n: requested by @fairy-geek-ackerman

tags: reader is shorter than Nami, established relationship, cuddling, events occur after one piece live action season 1, events occur in the span of a day, I now headcanon Nami as gift giving love language, reader is physical touch love language, we vibe with Sanji because Sanji vibes with us, Zoro cameo

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"There you are." You yawn, ascending the stairs to the stern of the boat. Nami smiled at the sound of your voice, one hand idle on the helm as she examined her maps.

"I'm not going anywhere, you know." The early morning sunlight was soft against her features as she peered up at you. The wind blew stronger for a moment, and her free hand shot out to pin the map page on the nearby desk.

You lift one of your daggers― decorative, inlaid with polished stone, and heavy enough to act as paperweight. You place it on the upper left corner of the largest of the maps. "I know. Luffy would get you back."

Nami chuckled. After Luffy and the rest of Nami's boys had freed Coco Village from Arlong's crew, they learned about the girlfriend that Nami left at home. It didn't take much for them to convince their navigator (Nami wanted for you to come with them anyway) to invite you onboard.

"Oh, wow." She stepped back, watching you pluck up all sorts of things from your pockets to help pin the maps in place. Aside from the dagger, she also recognized a bracelet with a real citrine stone, and a glass vial of dried blue paint courtesy of Nojiko. "You never threw anything away, did you?"

"You said you liked giving me gifts," you lean back against the desk, protecting the rest of the maps from the wind. "So I'll keep every gift you give me."

Her eyes softened, a combination of fondness and understanding as she studied you. "You're very... you."

Your lips curl up in a small smile. "I love you too."

Nami reached out a hand, and you stepped into her arms, the top of your head barely reaching her chin. Her grip around your waist was more affectionate and confident than before. You lift your chin, nuzzling into her neck.

The scent of tangerines clung to Nami's skin. She must have checked on the garden earlier. You breathe in the scent of home, the scent of her, and your own arms wrap around her body a bit tighter.

After what felt like an eternity but was only actually a minute, an elegant male voice interrupted the peaceful creaking of the ship's hull. "Isn't that adorable? I've never seen you be so affectionate before."

Sanji was smiling up at you both from the foot of the stairs, bearing a tray in one hand. Two steaming cups sat on the tray. "Good morning to you two lovely ladies. Made you your coffee, as requested. For Nami, two milks, one sugar; for Y/n, two milks, two sugar."

He reached halfway up the stairs before you happily accepted the tray from him. "Much appreciated, Sanji. Thank you."

"Of course," he tilted his head in a graceful nod. "Breakfast will be ready in an hour. I suggest you get there ten minutes before Luffy does."

Nami returned to the helm, smiling as she reached for her cup of coffee. "We'll be there. How'd you know what coffee I liked?"

Sanji motioned towards you, and you offered your girlfriend a sheepish, shameless smile. Nami smiled over the lip of her cup, rolling her eyes.

*

Even with your nose buried in the novel you were reading, you can feel Zoro's attention on you and Nami.

Both of you were sitting on the stairs at the ship's bow, Nami seated behind you so she could braid your hair close to your head. Her legs are braced on either side of your body, and from the way you felt them stiffen, you could tell she had a thin tolerance for Zoro's glancing. "What?"

He didn't need to be addressed, but still reacted. "Nothing."

You sucked on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. You can feel Nami's frustration make her fingers heavier. Three... Two... One... "Since when do you know how to braid?"

You couldn't help but snicker, patting Nami's knee at your side. She understood your cue, and let you explain. "My dad taught us. Nojiko and Nami often visited the house when we were kids."

Zoro studied you for a moment, then turned his attention back towards the island several miles away. "All right."

Luffy wanted to dock here because he said he smelled something delicious, which Sanji interpreted as a personal challenge. Usopp had joined them out of whimsy. Luffy asked the three of you to stay aboard and protect the ship, but you heard Nami mutter how he just didn't want her and Zoro to keep him in line. "Think they're okay?" Zoro asked.

The tallest building on the island suddenly exploded.

Zoro looked surprised for all of two seconds before he groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. Nami's fingers froze in the middle of another braid in your hair. "Seriously...?"

You offer her a hair tie, giggling. "Just tie it where you stopped, and let's go."

*

That evening, when everyone had settled in to sleep, you and Nami laid together in bed. Your arms were snugly wrapped around her bare back, skin flush against your own. You returned to your natural position, lifting your chin to nuzzle her neck as she slowly untangles the braids in your hair.

Along with the creaking of the Merry and the sound of the ocean waves, Nami's breathing was incredibly soothing to hear. "So. You survived another day with these idiots. What now?"

You let out a quiet chuckle as you fell further into sleep. "You won't get rid of me so easily, Nami."

Her chest rose and fell as she sighed. "Good."

"Mhhm." you snuggled closer against her, and Nami tangled her legs around yours.

When you were able to find a comfortable position, you started kissing the skin of her collarbones softly. Nami smiled, smoothing out your hair. "Good night, Y/n. Love you."

"I love you, Nami." You murmur into her skin.

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[multific]

The Song by a Pond

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: King Vicerys visits an old friend, bringing his children along to the Kingdom filled with mystery and magic.

Aemond shouldn't be out so late, he knew that, the forest knew that. 

He wasn't lost, he knew this place by heart since he visited a lot as a child, and so, when he was ready to return to the castle, this is when he heard singing.

A voice so gentle and beautiful, it made him turn around immediately.

The Prince knew, he needed to follow the voice and he did. Slowly walking back in the direction he came from, he followed the song. 

He knew the area the voice was coming from, he knew there was a small pond. 

Hiding behind the trees Aemond walked closer and closer, trying not to alarm whoever was singing.

When Aemond arrived at the pond, he saw a figure, it was clearly a woman.

He could hear her softly humming along to a song as she moved about.

Aemond couldn't make out what she was doing, hiding behind the tree, with his hood up, he debated leaving.

He decided to leave the woman alone but not without one last glance.

She was breathtaking, washing in the pond, her naked back towards him as she stood in the waist-deep water. 

She turned slightly and Aemond caught her profile she was as gorgeous as the song she was singing.

Something in him awoke, something inside him yelled at the man, telling him to get her, that she was his. 

It had no basis, he didn't even know the woman, and yet, he wanted her. Aemond had to have her.

---

After that, the Prince found himself visiting the forest more and more frequently. Hoping, wishing to see the woman again.

One afternoon, he heard cries.

Cries of an animal. He followed the cries and found a small grey bunny. Aemond could tell the bunny's leg was hurt, but he was frozen in place when a voice came from beside him.

"What have done?" Aemond slowly turned and noticed, it was her. The woman he has been seeking.

"I didn't do anything." he watched as she kneeled beside the injured animal and lifted it.

"Why did you hurt her?"

"I didn't. I heard cries and followed, this is how I found it." You looked up at the man in front of you, noticing his sword by his side, his hood was up, hiding his hair as he had an eyepatch. You could see the scars, then you looked down at the rabbit once more. You checked her leg once more before you began to heal it.

Aemond watched dumbfounded. One moment the rabbit was crying for help, in the next it was running back into the forest.

"I apologize, a fox attacked her, you didn't." you gave a quick nod before turning to leave.

"Wait! My Lady! Who are you?"

"My name is Y/N. I live in the forest."

"Are you a witch?"

"Some call me that, others call me a ghost or a fairy. I'd say I'm a woman of magic."

"You healed the rabbit."

"I sure did, she was hurt. Why are you here? Do you seek my help to fix your eye?" Aemond took a step back, could you fix his eye? "Many people come here for healing, I assumed you were the same."

"You can fix my eye?"

"I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

"Because there is nothing to fix. Your eye is just fine, scars are beautiful in their own way, and they tell stories. Stories of strength. The only healing you need is within." You turned around and started to walk away, he followed you closely. "You don't live here. Where are you from?"

"King's Landing." his honesty made you stop as you turned to look at him. A sudden change in the wind blew his hood off, revealing his long hair.

You looked at him closely before you shook your head. 

"I'm afraid I do not know who you are."

"I am Prince Aemond Targaryen."

"Never heard that name before. But then again, I live in the forest away from others. Are you special?"

"You don't know House Targaryen?" you shook your head, no. "We have the blood of the dragon in our veins, we ride dragons. My father's the King."

You took a step closer to him, putting your hand on the middle of his chest.

"No dragon blood, I'm afraid." Aemond was so confused, it was rare when he didn't know what to say, this was one of those moments. "But your family... are you aware that it is bad for the blood to marry within your own?" Aemond made a face as he slapped your hand away.

"How dare you?! My family is pure, the Targaryen name is-"

"Children die during their early ages, or they succumb to illness early. To you it might be common, but I'm telling you, Prince, it is not natural." you slowly turned back and walked away. He was speaking behind you, something about taking your head for this but you didn't listen. "Why are you following me?"

"I will take you to the palace, you will answer for the things you just said." he was meant to grab your hand but you moved away.

"Why are you really here? You were looking for me. I saw you before. You watched me bathe one evening." Aemond was taken aback, he didn't know you noticed him.

"I-I wanted to see you again."

"You are not the first. Last year a man tried to trap me so he could take me as his wife. King's Landing you say? Prince Aemond Targaryen... what would a prince want from me? I'm sure you have Princesses lining up and down the halls of your castle."

"My mother said I can marry whom I wish. I wish to marry you."

"You don't know me. Go back and never come looking for me."

Aemond stood in one place as you walked away from him, he watched you as you left, knowing fully that he will be back the next day.

---

And he was. The next afternoon he came back, sitting on a log by the pond.

You noticed him the moment he entered the forest.

Then the next day, he was back. Sitting on the same log. And the day after.

A stubborn creature he was.

The day after it was raining, pouring down but he just sat there.

"Do you wish to catch a cold?" your voice startled him a little.

"My Lady. It is nice to see you again."

"I have seen you every day, sitting there, waiting."

"I will return to King's Landing tomorrow, I wished to see you one last time. I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage, an official proposal."

You looked into his eye, there was only the sounds of the forest for a couple moments, no talking.

"You know my answer, I cannot marry you. You do not know me, and I don't know you. For all I know you could be a woman beating, cheater who takes a new wife every week."

"Is that who you think I am?"

"I don't know you."

"Then get to know me, come with me to Red Keep, get to know me. I could become a great husband." he took a step and got your hand into his.

"You must let go of Lucerys, you mustn't follow him on that day. You will lose control." Aemond looked at you, confused. "Your family is... fragile. If you follow him, if Vhagar kills Luke, you will start something you shouldn't have. It will end in fire and death." you pulled your hand away from his before your eyes met his.

"You see the future?"

"I see something which can be changed. You must choose the path." 

"I seek revenge for my eye."

"But if you take it too far... your eye won't be the only thing you lose." he believed you, he could see it in your eyes, you looked scared and concerned. It gave him an idea. 

"And if you marry me, would that change my fate?"

"I didn't see that." you saw too much, it scared you so much you failed to realize he was manipulating you.

"Then marry me, bring me down the right path. Leave this forest, this Kingdom. You will be my Princess."

Why was he so devilishly handsome? Why did he have such a hold on you? 

Was there really a choice? You could reject him and watch the world burn or agree and hope you can help him.

"Come back tomorrow, before you leave, I will give my answer then." you turned around, ready to leave when he grabbed your hand and turned you around, one hand holding your hand to his chest, the other on your waist as he pulled you close, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"You must know I want you, not for your powers."

"You don't know me or my powers." you clenched your fist around his chest, gathering the fabric of his jacket in your hand.

"I know that I want you, you beautiful Goddess, I heard you sing, did you sing so I could find you?"

Busted.

How could you not? You weren't ready for the handsome stranger to leave that day.

"I might not know much about you, but I can learn through the years as your husband." he leaned down for another kiss but you quickly pushed him away.

"Tomorrow," you said as you quickly walked away. 

---

That night, Aemond couldn't sleep. 

His thoughts were filled with you. He knew you watched him, but you stayed away.

He thought the fact that he was a Prince would scare you, and he assumed he was correct.

He needed you, your beauty was beyond anything he had seen before. A one-eyed man like him cannot touch such beauty, as he was told many times before, but you had to be his.

Aemond smiled as he thought about you, seeing his future, you would be perfect as a wife and he can use your abilities to have a fulfilling life. 

Suddenly he heard a noise. His given room had a balcony, with his dagger in hand he stepped outside, only to see you. You looked at him then at the dagger in his hand.

"You wish to kill me?"

"I did not know it was you. Why are you here?"

"I was here every night, My Prince."

"You watched me sleep?"

"Your dragon didn't let me sleep. She keeps talking to me."

"Vhagar?"

"She does say nice things about you, but when I wish to sleep, it can get a bit too much."

"You decided to come with me? To be my wife?"

"I will say this, Prince Aemond. I have powers, and while I will protect you, I do not wish to always interfere. You will have to choose your path."

"I believe my path is with you by my side, My Goddess." you looked into his eye as you moved your hand up to remove his eyepatch, seeing the sapphire in his socket you ran your finger down his scar. 

"Must have hurt."

"Not as much as the thought of living without you." you wanted to laugh, but something in you told you he was serious. 

"I like to read romantic novels or even books about the human body, how it works. I like winter evenings, sitting by the fire and reading. I love the rain, watching it run down the windows. I love to eat and cook. I prefer nice warm bread with some meat next to it. I love my freedom in the forest but I seek new things. A better life. Love and care. And I-I wish to be your wife, if you will have me." 

There were so many things which Aemond didn’t know about you. You wanted to tell him that you knew him from your touches but didn’t. You decided he will need to open up to you as you will to him.

Aemond smiled a little before leaning down and capturing your lips.

The kiss was a promise, a promise to be loyal, a promise to care for and protect you. 

A/N: Please let me know if anyone would be interested in a part 2. I do plan on explaining her powers and her new life as his wife, but if only people would be interested. :) 

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[jaxteller87]

Where I Need to Be

 had just pulled into the clubhouse after returning from New York to see how everyone’s been. It’s been six months since my parents passed away, and I was feeling particularly down about it. I wanted to stop by to check in on the boys, but more specifically, I wanted to see how Teller was doing. Even though we weren’t dating the whole time I was in NY, I was hoping to spend some time with him dor the few days I was in Charming. When I wheeled into the clubhouse, it was wrecked. They must have had some hell of a party. I made my way past all the garbage, hung over hang-arounds, and knocked on the dorm door. Receiving no answer, I gently pushed it open.

There, I saw my best friend in bed, lighting a cigarette. I looked over to the bathroom and saw Ima standing in the doorway, tits out, with a smile playing on her lips. “Good morning,” she smirked. I looked back at Jax, and I felt the room start to spin. I felt nauseous and dizzy, but of all things, I felt like I was in the right place at the wrong time.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to whatever it is you were doing,” I said. I meant to simply shut the door, but I put a little too much mustard on it and slammed it instead. I didn’t care, though; I just rolled back out to the bar where Tig was.

“Well, hello there, babydoll; good to see you,” he looked like shit, but Tig usually did when he was surrounded by a dozen Coronoa’s at 1 PM on a Wednesday.

“Hey, Tiggy.”

“What are you drinking, doll face?” he asked, brushing off the table, clearing it of cigarette buts, ashes, peanut shells, and some mysterious fluids I hoped were spilled beer.

“Coke with lime, please,” I smiled and rolled up to the table.

“Did you know Jax was with Ima?” I asked curiously as Tig reached over the bar to grab my drink from the mini-fridge.

“What? He was?”  Tig was a shit liar, and I heard it in his tone before I even had to look in his eyes.

“He did what?” Donna shouted from behind us. I didn’t even know she was there, nor did I hear her come in.

“Yup. I walked into the aftermath a few minutes ago. I opened the door to the dorm room, and there they were.”

“Damn. I’m sorry, bestie,” Donna sat down beside me, “I guess I knew too. Opie said something about it last night, but there was alcohol involved, and I thought he was just talking nonsense. That’s usually all he ever finds at the bottom of the bottle.”

“Well, we all know what Jax found at the bottom of his bottle,” I quipped, “And if you go look, I bet you she’s still in his room getting dressed.”

“Are you okay?” Donna whispered in my ear.

I rested my head on her shoulder. “No, not really,” I whispered back.

Just then, Ima came walking down the hall with the smuggest of smiles. If I could have lept out of my wheelchair to kick her ass, I would have. I think Donna wanted to beat her ass too, but for the sake of keeping it civil, at least for the moment, she just glanced at her with the devil’s eyes.

“If looks could kill,” I heard one of the boys say from the half-packed clubhouse.

I had no right to be angry. We aren’t together anymore, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting a little. I don’t know what I expected out of him either; I mean, just because I wasn’t out and about spreading my legs didn’t mean he couldn’t do what he did with— with her. Even thinking her name made me want to throw up in my mouth.

“We could go slash her tires,” Donna whispered.

“Hey, let’s fight nicely, ladies. Keep it to hair pulling and slapping,” Tig winked. “I can get the kiddie pool out of the storage shed, and we can fill it with Jello or pudding, your choice.”

“You’re gross. Has anyone ever told you that?” Donna winced.

“Not today, but it’s early,” Tig blew her a kiss and then went back to his own little world, letting us to our conversation.

“Donna, we aren’t together. He can sleep with whoever he wants,” I dipped my finger into my soda and stirred it around, a clear sign I was feeling overly anxious about the whole ordeal.

“I know, but it’s Ima. He knows better than this,” Donna said. “I love Jax, and I don’t think this was personal, but you really got to think, sweetheart—”

“What’s that?” I asked, sipping my drink.

“He could have any girl, and the ones he can’t have, he could probably find a way to get. Why Ima? Why did he fuck the only one that you’d give a shit about?”

That was true; it did really hurt, but at the same time, I don’t think I would have liked to walk in on him with anyone. I was perfectly fine with the illusion that neither of us was hooking up with anyone else, but I wasn’t ready to do the math right now.

 A few minutes later, Opie walked back the hall, I’m guessing to get Jax. They were only gone a moment before they both came out. Jax looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, and Opie gave Donna and me a little side-eye. I couldn’t tell if he was saying, ‘Have at it’ or ‘Go easy on him,’ but the truth was, I wasn’t looking for a fight. Jax came over and pulled a chair up between Donna and me and sat on it backward like all the teenagers do. He had a shameful, disgusted look on his face, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he felt guilty or if it was the fact that I caught him in the act.

“Hey, how have—”

SLAP!

 Without missing a beat, Donna whacked him upside his head. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, Teller, tell me you put a hat on little Jax before you jumped into that cesspool,” she said loud enough to garner a look and a scoff from Ima, who was now sitting with two prospects.

“Ow! Christ, Donna! I was horny, I didn’t have a death wish!” he responded. Ima heard that, too, and her mouth dropped to the floor. It was funny, and I smirked, but I didn’t laugh.

Jax looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and a disappointed look on his face. “Sorry, you walked in on that. Everyone was drinking last night, and honestly, it was a hole in the dark before I realized who it was. Not that it makes it right, but I don’t want you thinking there was a deeper meaning behind it.”

I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse. Just a hole in the dark? Maybe guys just go through it differently than girls. Although, I knew Jax long enough to know when he was full of shit, and this was not one of those times. “Hey, we’re not together anymore. You can sleep with whoever you want.”

Next thing I knew, the two prospects sitting with the queen of the crows had started fist-fighting each other, a scuffle fueled by Ima, no less. Needless to say, Jax had to deal with it, and that was pretty much it.

Later on that evening, I ended up at Jax’s place. I don’t really remember how I got here, but it started with heading out to the park with Donna and Ope. They got hungry so we stopped for burgers, and low and behold, I now found myself sitting on Jax’s porch. Ope had a surprise for Donna and said I could go along if I wanted, but I didn’t want to be a third wheel. Plus, I think they kind of wanted to get Jax and me together to talk about what happened earlier. These two red birds showed up shortly after I got here, and I’ve been infatuated with them while I replayed the past few months in my head. 

“You’re the only face I see,” Teller said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?” I said, confused.

“When I’m with someone, you’re the only face I see,” he clarified. “I need you here. This is where you need to be!”

I just rolled my eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure.” I started to lead my chair inside, and he followed right behind, helping me get my wheels over the door ledge. “I can do it, but thanks.”

“I’m not even going to try to explain myself because I already said what it was. I was drunk and stupid, and she was willing and easy.”

“I get it. You don’t need to say shit, really. You’re a big boy, and you can do big-boy stuff with whoever you want. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference, but I just can’t bear the fact that it was Ima. Fuckin Ima, Jax! Maybe I don’t want to see you fucking anybody, or maybe I just don’t want to see you fucking anybody but me, but of all the crows in the nest you got with Ima!” I yelled. I can’t believe I just told him I didn’t want to see him fuck anyone but me.

Before I knew it, he had my face sandwiched between in his hand, and he was kissing me like we were the lead roles in a romance movie, and this was our big, sappy ending. In the heat of the moment, I dug my fingers into the chest of his shirt and ripped it off his body.

“I’ll buy you a new shirt, I promise.”

“I don’t care about the damn shirt!” he said, helping me out of my pants.

A little while later, we were both lying on the floor, all cuddled up. I gently scratched his beard as he smiled and kissed my forehead. He was right; this is where I needed to be.

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[cevansbrat0007]

Hello Mr. Barber, I wanted to ask what are some qualities we ladies should look for as our deal breakers in finding a perfect match? I'm not very lucky in the dating sphere and I'm quite ready to give up. You and your wife are very lucky to have found each other and worked on your relationship. Obviously every person is different in what they look for in a partner, but do you have any suggestions or advice?

Summary: Andrew Barber returns to answer even more of your burning questions about love and marriage. Written from Andy's POV. Also check out Volume I and Volume II, as well as an Interview with Mrs. Barber.

Warning: the following response contains mature themes, including references to oral sex and cursing. Minors DNI.

A/N: For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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Well hello again, everybody! First let me say that it’s nice to be back. My wife and I have really come to enjoy these questions. However, this time I felt the need to consult her as I wrote this response. This is in addition to letting her review my answers before hitting “publish”.

I just wanted to make sure that my answers made sense. Lucky for me, Baby Girl is a very honest creature. So, without further ado, here we go.

Allow me to begin by saying that there’s no such thing as a perfect match. Although I initially disagreed with this, my wife helped break it down for me so that I could better see her point. That’s one of the many things I love about this woman, you know? She’s willing to challenge me and the ways I see the world.

And sometimes that’s exactly what I need.

Now, that’s not to say there’s no hope of ever finding the yin to your yang. That’s absolutely possible. I just mean that perhaps you ought to consider tweaking your perspective a little. 

Maybe reframe it in terms of you’re seeking a partner. Because that’s what you’re looking for, right? That’s the goal – the endgame. You’re searching for someone to do life with, together. Forever. 

And in order for that to happen, you need an effective partner. Someone who sees you for who you are. Who loves you the ways you need to be loved. Someone who enhances instead of detracts. 

You want someone who’s willing to meet you where you’re at with the intention of helping you grow.

With that in mind, I would implore you not to lower your standards. Maintain your values. Know your worth. Don’t ever compromise any of that for another person. I’d also advise you to be immediately wary of any man or potential significant other that ever asks you to do so. 

One of things that really attracted me to my spouse is that she expected to be treated a certain way from the very beginning. She’s the type of person who commands respect from everyone wherever she is. She’s always been that way. And it’s because she knows her worth.

Case in point, when I almost blew it on our very first date. To this day, I’m grateful that I found the balls to chase after that woman when things went south at Cibo Matto. This man right here “ain’t too proud to beg”, I can tell you that much.

And yes, I know that’s a song by The Temptations. I was actually just serenading Baby Girl with it the other night. If memory serves, she was pissed at me for eating the last of her homemade cinnamon rolls. So, I did what any good husband would do when their lady threatens to run away to the grocery store and never come back. I swooped her up as she was stomping out the door and carted her off to my office so that I could apologize for my actions.

Besides, I’d much rather eat her any day. I mean can you blame me? My woman is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The stories I could tell you about all the ways I’ve convinced her to forgive me for the stupid things that I’ve done…

But that’s not what this was initially about, is it? My sincerest apologies. Where was I? Oh, that’s right. Knowing your worth and refusing to lower your standards. 

During our first date, my girl refused to settle for being treated as an afterthought. So she left. Just straight up walked out on me. Because she deserved better than how I was treating her. 

That evening should have been about us getting to know each other better. Instead, I unknowingly allowed my ego to get in the way and almost derailed everything before it had the chance to start. Which meant that I almost lost out on something magical. 

Which brings me to my next point. Everyone makes mistakes. This can be especially true when nerves are involved. I’m fortunate in that my Baby Girl eventually forgave me, and with that also came a second chance. But only because – and she explained this to me again last night – I had enough sense and maturity to apologize.

And fucking mean it. 

So, I’m going to suggest that you be willing to grant any of your potential suitors some grace. But only if they’re worthy of it. Meaning that if he’s not willing to apologize – especially if he’s done something to accidentally hurt or disrespect you – then walk away.

Because that’s a sign that you’re dealing with a boy. Not a man.      

The only other thing I would encourage you to do is to keep yourself open to love. Magic tends to find us when we least expect it. It likes to sneak up and knock you square in the face. And when that happens, I think you should embrace it.

Run with it. Cherish it. Be thankful for it.

Treat that relationship like a seed and water it daily. You’ve got to pour into one another and tend to that love. Cultivate it gently with tenderness and patience. And hopefully one day you and your partner will look up and be utterly amazed by what has blossomed.    

Thank you for your question and never forget that Mrs. Barber and I are cheering you on from the sidelines. 

Best Wishes, Andrew Barber

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The next chapter is up!

Mabel and Ford venture out of the shack, Dipper and Stan stay behind. All the while, the younger twins try to uncover what happened between their grunkles.

You can read it on AO3 here or below the cut!

Chapter 9 – Past Mistakes

Mabel hadn’t seen Gravity Falls in the winter – but even if she had, she wasn’t sure if she would’ve recognized it now. Snow covered the roads and stores, and a few flakes were still falling, obscuring her view even more.

Glancing over at Ford, Mabel tried to figure out how to bring up Stan, seeing as Ford didn’t really seem very…coherent. He had swerved a few times while driving into town, and despite the sleep he had gotten, he still had dark circles under his eyes.

“Here, we can grab a few essentials before I go and find…” he trailed off and shook his head.

“Oooo, who are we-OH MY GOSH!” Mabel stared at the convenience store they had parked at. Despite the snow and the fact that it was actually open, she knew the store.

Ford winced at her voice and quickly looked around. “What?!”

“I’ve been here before! Well, kind of. It was abandoned and haunted then…or in the future? Huh…it’s the past for me but also the future, that’s so weird!”

For a moment, Ford just stared at her – which seemed to be his main response to anything she did – then shook his head. “Yes, well…come on. I don’t want to be out any longer than I have to.”

“Okay!” Mabel threw open the door and hopped out of the car, trying to ignore the freezing wind as it blew through her sweater. Ford followed and they both headed into the small store.

As soon as they got inside, Mabel beelined for the candy section. Sure, they needed some real food but there wasn’t any harm in getting some sweets too, right?

“I don’t think this is the kind of food we need.”

Mabel glanced up at Ford, who had followed her to the candy section. “Aww, come on. A little candy never hurt anyone.” Mabel gave him a big smile and for a moment he once again just stared at her. Then he let out a sigh.

“You can get one.”

“Yes!” Mabel pumped her fist, then started searching the isle. A familiar label caught her eye and she took a few steps away from it. Smile Dip. Never again. However, there were a lot of other candies that she had never seen before. Sure, she had caught sight of a few when her and Stan had stopped at gas stations on the way here, but she hadn’t asked for any because of their lack of funds. But now…

With her mind on candy, Mabel didn’t know how much time had passed. It took her ages to narrow it down to Ultra Butter Candy Caramel Blasts and Chocolate Glitter Bombs. Holding up both packages, she narrowed her eyes. Which one would she have a harder time finding in the future?

“Only one, remember.”

Mabel glanced up. Ford was standing there with a few essentials in his hands – bread, milk, some canned goods - all the boring food. Letting out a breath, Mabel settled on the glitter bombs.

Walking up to the register, Mabel could’ve sworn she’d seen the owners of the store before, but she wasn’t quite sure. After all, most of her memories of the haunted store were in Smile Dip land.

“Hello ther-” The lady at the register – Ma – froze when she saw Ford. “Are you okay there, mister?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” Ford quickly put his items – including Mabel’s candy - on the counter.

“Are you sure, cause you look-”

“My uncle stayed up too late last night watching his favorite movies!” Mabel piped in before Ford could respond.

“Oh, I see. A good movie then?” Ma looked at Ford who just pushed the groceries towards her.

“Yes, fine. Now can we please check out?”

“Oh, uh, sure thing.” Ma started scanning items, but kept glancing at Ford. “Say, aren’t you that science guy who lives in the woods?”

Ford narrowed his eyes and Mabel quickly jumped in again. “Yeah! He loves his science!”

Ma looked at her and Mabel gave her a big smile, which seemed to satisfy her as she continued ringing up the items. Out of the corner of her eye, Mabel saw Ford frowning at her, but she ignored it.

“That’ll be $6.18.” Ma’s voice broke the tension in the air.

As she put the groceries in a bag, Ford pulled out some crumpled-up bills from his coat pocket. For a moment, Mabel wondered if he had enough, but thankfully he seemed to find what he needed as he placed a few bills and change on the table.

“Have a good day!”

“We will!” Mabel waved, but Ford just grabbed the bag and walked to the door. Quickly rushing after him, Mabel shivered as the cold air hit her again, but soon she was back in the car.

“So, where to now?” Mabel asked, hoping Ford would tell her who he was trying to find, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he just pulled out of the parking lot and headed further into Gravity Falls.

As they drove through on center of town, Mabel hummed to herself – a Sev’ral Timez song that had a way of getting stuck in her head. Finally, she decided to try again.

“Grunkle Ford?”

The car swerved a little and Ford glanced at her in confusion. “W-what?”

“Why are you and Stan so…tensey?”

Ford’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “That’s not a word.”

Mabel shrugged. “Okay, but why?”

“You can’t just add a ‘y’ to the end of a word.”

“I mean, why are you and Stan-”

“It’s none of your business!” Ford snapped, and Mabel found herself shrinking into her seat. She hadn’t expected an outburst, and if she was honest, it was a little intimidating.

Silence filled the car as they drove on which gave Mabel enough time to gather her thoughts and try one more time. “I’m sorry…I guess I just...wanted to know. Cause you are twins and, twins are supposed to be super close. I couldn’t imagine not being close with Dipper...”

For a moment, Mabel thought Ford wouldn’t answer, he just stared at the road. But then he broke the silence. “Sometimes things happen and people grow apart. That’s all.”

“That’s sad…” Biting her lip, Mabel couldn’t help but remember the times when her and Dipper had arguments. They had always managed to work them out. She couldn’t imagine anything that would make them grow apart like Stan and Ford.

Ford sighed but didn’t respond.

Mabel took that as permission to keep talking. “But Stan came to help you now, right? So maybe…you two could be close again?”

“I doubt it…” Ford said, keeping his eyes on the road. Then he spoke again, so quietly that Mabel could barely hear. “But maybe he’ll prove himself trustworthy this time…”

A grin broke out on Mabel’s face. Sure, it wasn’t the most optimistic answer, but it was something. “I’m sure he will!”

Ford glanced at her for a moment, and a shadow of doubt crossed his face before he looked at the road again. “We’ll see I suppose.”

At that moment, he pulled into a driveway and stopped the car, effectively cutting off any more discussion about him and Stan. “We’re here.”

Looking up, Mabel saw a small condo in front of them. “Your friend lives here?”

Once again, there was a moment of silence before Ford’s response. “Yes. Now stay here.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and headed out into the cold.

Mabel watched him walk through the snow. She knew she should wait, but that was easier said than done. Through the flurries, she could make out Ford knocking on the door and her curiosity was too strong.

Opening the car door, she quickly hurried after him.

“It’s not for me. I just need your help with-”

The guy at the door tried to shut it, but Ford put his foot in the doorway to stop it from closing.

“I ain’t helping you anymore, Stanford. Now leave me alone.”

As he spoke, Mabel couldn’t help but feel like there was something familiar about the voice, but she couldn’t place it. However, it was clear that there was tension between Ford and this guy.

“It’s not for me, Fiddleford, it’s for-”

“Hi there!”

Both men turned and looked at Mabel, who grinned.

“Stanford, who is-?”

“It’s a long story, but I need your help to get her and her brother home.” Ford glanced at Mabel, then back at his friend.

For a moment, Fiddleford just stared at Mabel. Then he glanced at Ford again. “What have you got yourself into this time?”

“I’ll explain as we drive. Please. I don’t…have the time to-” Ford shook his head and let out a breath. “Please.”

Fiddleford looked at Mabel again – who smiled at him – and sighed. “Fine, I’ll come. For the girl.”

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Dipper watched through the window as Mabel and Ford left. He couldn’t shake the tightness in his gut. He had only just gotten Mabel back; he didn’t like seeing her leave again so soon. And despite wanting to trust Ford, he knew that the author wasn’t entirely in his right mind. 

“They’ll be fine.”

Turning, Dipper saw Stan looking at the door, a small frown on his face, but when he looked at Dipper, he smiled.

“Ha…yeah…” Looking back out the window, Dipper sighed.

“So…uh…how did you end up here, kiddo?”

Dipper looked at Stan again. “It uh…it’s a long story…” He realized that staring out the window wouldn’t actually help the time go faster, so he reluctantly made his way to the couch and sat down.

“Well, we got time.” Stan sat down on a chair and waved his hand. “So?”

Letting out a breath, Dipper looked at the ground. “It’s kind of stupid…I wanted a perfect day with this girl…”

“Ah, a crush, eh?”

Laughing a little, Dipper found himself relaxing, despite the awkwardness the question brought up. Unlike Ford, Stan was familiar…and despite being years younger, he still seemed like Stan. “Yeah…I uh…found the time machine from this time traveler. Kind of tricked him into setting it down for a bit.”

“A trick, eh? Sounds like something I’d do.” Stan grinned and Dipper couldn’t help but smile back. Yeah, this was still Stan.

“I set everything up perfectly, so I’d have the perfect date. And it worked but…” Dipper sighed and glanced at the window. “I needed Mabel, and when she helped me, she lost this pig that she got really attached to. And then we…got into a fight with the time machine and…”

“Then you ended up here?”

When Dipper glanced at Stan, he was surprised to see that his uncle was looking at the wall, as if lost in his own thoughts.

“Yeah…I ended up in the snow. I recognized the woods, but the shack looked…different and…then I met Ford…”

“He any different in the future?” Stan was still focused on the wall.

“Umm…well…I’m not…sure.” Dipper was still aware that he shouldn’t talk too freely about the future, but at the same time, he was confused. And talking about things usually helped him reason them out.

Stan quickly looked at Dipper. “What do you mean?”

“Ummm…I…I’ve never met him before…in the future. It’s…confusing. I don’t really know why.”

“But you and Mabel…know me?” The confusion on Stan’s face reflected Dipper’s own feelings.

“Yeah, we…we came to Gravity Falls to stay with you…but…you go by Stanford in the future.” As soon as he said it, doubt overwhelmed Dipper. “Uh…maybe I shouldn’t have…”

Stan shook his head. “Look, kid, I don’t know what is up with your future but…I’m sure there’s an explanation…right?”

As he spoke, Dipper started connecting dots, his brain going into overdrive. “Stan?”

“Hmm?”

“You wouldn’t…ever…hurt your brother, right?”

“What!? No, of course not! We might not be…talking much but I’d never do anything to Stanford!”

The passion in Stan’s words convinced Dipper and he quickly backtracked. “Right, yeah, sorry I just…I’m thinking out loud…”

Stan blew out a breath. “That…it’s fine…”

It was quiet for a few moments and Dipper found himself pulling out the journal and his pen, clicking it as he tried to figure out what in the world had happened in the past to result in the future he knew.

“Hey, kid?”

Dipper looked up from his most recent journal entry. “Uh, yeah?”

“Do you know why Ford is all…” Stan rolled his hand around, searching for the right word, but he couldn’t seem to find it.

“Um…y-yeah…or at least, a little.”

Stan sat up straight. “Really? What’s going on?”

Tapping his pen on the journal, Dipper tried to decide if it was a good idea to tell Stan. But then again, maybe Stan could help Ford. “He’s…there is this anomaly.” Dipper flipped in the journal till he found the page on Bill, then held it up for Stan to see.

Stan quirked an eyebrow. “A triangle? Really?”

“His name is Bill and he…Ford met him a while ago and…made a deal. Bill wants to bring his dimension here, or…something like that…and he’s trying to use Ford to help him get here.” Dipper found himself fiddling with his pen as he spoke. Just mentioning Bill set him on edge.

“Does…does Bill talk through Ford?”

Dipper quickly looked up. Stan was frowning at the floor. “How…how did you know?”

“I uh…when Ford was sleeping, he…talked to me.” Stan’s frown deepened.

“What did Bill say?”

“I…eh, just stuff…” Stan sighed and looked at the window. “Kid, do you know why my brother wanted me to come here?”

An uneasiness settled over Dipper at Stan’s redirection. Was he avoiding something? What had Bill said?

“Kid?” Stan was looking at him again, and the uncertainty in his face caused Dipper to look away.

“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me. He just told me a little about Bill after…” Dipper swallowed, not really wanting to think about that encounter again.

“After what?” There was an edge to Stan’s voice.

“Bill just…tried to get to the portal and I guess I kind of stopped him…?” Dipper rubbed his hand along the bruises that had started forming after his fight with Bill.

“You stopped him?” Stan asked, the shock evident in his voice.

“Heh…yeah, I guess?”

Stan let out a small chuckle. “You’ve got more guts than I thought, kid.”

Dipper tried for a smile, but it fell. There was still so much that he didn’t know, and despite wanting to trust Stan and Ford, he still felt like they weren’t telling him everything. But maybe Stan would tell him a little more.

“Stan?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“…why are you and Ford…upset with each other?”

Stan looked away and sighed. “It’s…a long story…”

“We have time.” Dipper said, using the same words Stan had used on him not long ago.

Shaking his head, Stan leaned back on his chair. “It all started ten years ago…”

----

“So, you’re from the future?”

“Yup! It was kind of an accident but…”

Ford was only vaguely aware of Mabel and Fiddleford talking. He’d told Fiddleford about his predicament, but now he was too distracted to partake in the conversation. After all, he had other problems besides getting the kids home. So he didn’t interrupt as Mabel spoke of the future. At this point, knowing facts about the future seemed trivial, and Fiddleford didn’t seem too concerned about it. That was a little odd but maybe he was too fascinated by it to think about the possible repercussions.

Blinking his eyes hard, Ford tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. It hadn’t been horrible when he’d left but now it was giving him more trouble than he’d like to admit. Plus, it was adding to his exhaustion. It was as if the few hours of sleep he had gotten vanished and he was going off of nothing again.

The car hit a patch of ice and slid. For a moment, Ford lost control of the car, but thankfully he got it under control again. However, the action effectively killed the conversation in the car.

“Maybe I should drive.” The wariness of Fiddleford’s voice was vastly different than the intrigue and curiosity he had used with Mabel.

“I’m fine.” Ford gritted his teeth. They were almost back at the cabin anyway; he could hold out for another minute or two.

Silence filled the car until Ford pulled in front of his house. Then Mabel started talking and Fiddleford engaged in conversation with her again. Ford tried not to let it get to him. He couldn’t entirely blame Fiddleford’s distrust of him after all, even if it did make him feel slightly unwelcome. Instead, he just grabbed the groceries and followed the two inside.

“-look familiar.”

As he walked in, Ford heard Dipper’s voice. He glanced up and saw the boy looking quizzically at Fiddleford, who seemed just as curious as Dipper.

“Best leave it alone.” Despite his growing lack of care at the security of the timeline, Ford found himself not wanting them to waste any more time. The sooner the kids could get home, the sooner he could figure out what to do about his own situation. Plus, he didn’t think Fiddleford would be overly fond of the kid’s future version of himself.

Everyone looked up at Ford and he swallowed in discomfort. “Fiddleford, the device is on the table there.”

For a moment, Fiddleford looked disappointed, but then he sighed and nodded. “Right, right, of course.”

As soon as his friend made his way to the table, Ford headed towards to kitchen. He didn’t necessarily want to waste time with groceries or food, but he also needed a break to compose himself.

Of course he couldn’t get even that. Walking into the kitchen and setting down the bags of groceries, Ford heard footsteps and looked up. Stan was watching him, but despite how close they had once been, Ford found he couldn’t read his brother’s mood now. So he ignored him as he put the perishable goods in the fridge.

“You didn’t crash my car.”

Ford froze - his hand on the milk - and glanced up at Stan. “Of course I didn’t!” The pain in his head and the growing exhaustion of his body resulted in his voice coming out sharper than he intended.

“Sheesh, relax…” Stan frowned and grabbed some of the food to put in a cabinet. There was silence for a moment then he spoke again. “Did everything go okay?”

“Yes, fine.”

“Are you sure, cause-?”

“I’m fine, Stanley!” Ford snapped. He didn’t have the energy to deal with his brother’s worry right now.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, then Stan’s face hardened. “Fine.”

He stormed out of the room before Ford could respond.

Letting out a sigh, Ford put up the rest of the food. Mabel’s comments about Stan kept coming back to him. As much as Ford wanted to believe Stan wouldn’t let him down, his brother’s current attitude towards him wasn’t exactly encouraging. Trying to shake the unease in his chest, Ford made his way back to the living room.

Upon walking in, Ford found the kids watching Fiddleford examine the time machine. His old friend was muttering to himself, clearly fascinated by the machine. Dipper was questioning him, as if trying to decide how he knew the inventor.

Despite not having the energy or desire to interact with anyone, Ford forced himself to walk up to the group. “Can you fix it?”

Fiddleford looked at him, a shadow passing over his face before he returned his gaze to the time machine. “I think so. But I don’t know if all of the parts are here…”

“I tried to grab them all…” Mabel said, worry crossing her face.

“It’s okay, Mabel, I’m sure we can figure something out.” Dipper gave his sister a reassuring smile and Ford shoved aside any resentment he felt at seeing the two siblings getting along.

“The parts are pretty advanced…” As he spoke, Fiddleford glanced at Ford.

 It was questioning and Ford knew he was thinking about Crash Site Omega. Another trip, more time. Ford didn’t have the time or patience to plan a trip to the crash site. Plus, it was freezing. He might not even be able to find the entrance in this weather.

Shaking his head, Ford found himself grasping at vague ideas, trying to figure out a plan. “It’s too cold.” He muttered to Fiddleford, though the kids glanced at him in confusion.

“Then what…?”

“I’ll figure something out.” Ford snapped.

“Maybe you should get some sleep-” Fiddleford started, but Ford quickly interrupted.

“I’m fine!”

When his friend shrunk back, Ford felt a small stab of guilt. “I just…give me a few hours to figure something out…”

“I suppose I could help-”

Ford shook his head. “No, just do what you can with the machine. I…I need to think…”

Making his way to his room, Ford could feel their eyes watching him, but he ignored it. Voices in his head, strange looks, feeling out of place. By now, he was getting pretty good at ignoring all sorts of things.

As he walked into his room, Ford froze as he heard a snore. Glancing at his bed, he saw Stan asleep on it. Annoyance grew in his chest, but it deflated as quickly as it had come. He wasn’t going to be sleeping again any time soon, and he might need Stan later. One of them might as well be rested.

Sitting down at his desk, Ford pulled out his journal and started trying to work out what to do, writing his thoughts out as he did so.

I don’t care to even think about the future any more, it is not as if I can unlearn the knowledge I have-

Ford’s hand froze in midair as he glanced at the sentence. Unlearn. Forget. Fiddleford said that he had destroyed his memory gun. But…what if he hadn’t? It could come in useful. Maybe…

Jumping up, Ford knocked his chair over. Stan mumbled in his sleep but didn’t wake up. Glancing at his brother, Ford knew what he had to do. If he could. If Stan would cooperate. If Fiddleford hadn’t destroyed the gun. If he was right about Bill. It was desperate and…it was permanent but…what other choice did he have? 

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Sub Rosa

Sequel to "Behind Closed Doors."

You definitely don't have to read that one to enjoy this one. Readers beware, shameless smut in this one. Enjoy the story!

Sub Rosa

Clarissa Dovey paced nervously in front of the ornate vanity in her bathroom. She stopped to inspect her makeup once more and the pacing continued. Back and forth. A brief pause to pin an errant curl. More pacing. 

What if she didn’t show up? 

What if she has made a total fool of herself? 

What if this was all a huge mistake and she had just ruined the most important thing in her life? 

Dovey halted once more and grasped the edges of the porcelain sink. She hung her head and closed her eyes. Inhaling a shaky, deep breath, she smoothed down the creamy satin of her robe. 

‘Get yourself together! This is ridiculous.’

The Good Dean did one more mirror check before resuming her pacing in front of the bedroom door. She jerked violently in response to a singular, sharp knock against the solid oak. 

Her heart squeezed and twisted into a new, unidentifiable shape before it soared. She felt like a poor imitation of a balloon as it floated away. Where was the string to ground her? 

“Listen, Dove, I’m sorry I’m late!” Lady Lesso’s muffled voice called through the door. 

Clarissa did not let her finish. She threw open the door and yanked the woman in without so much as a “hello.” 

Lesso stumbled through the door, cane clattering to her feet, before she was pushed roughly onto the bed. She blinked dazedly.

Clarissa stood in front of her, clad in a short satin robe with her blond curls piled loosely atop her head. Warm light from the setting sun slanted through the curtains of the window and Lesso was certain that the woman was not a fairy godmother, but an angel. 

“I think I could get used to the manhandling.” She smirked up at her. 

But Dovey’s nerves finally got the better of her. Clarissa shifted slightly from foot to foot and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. Leonora’s eyebrows furrowed as she took in the woman’s body language. 

“What’s wrong?” Lesso asked simply. 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Dovey blurted. 

A deep blush heated her cheeks and extended down into the V of her robe as she bit her lip. Lesso wanted to chase the color with her tongue. 

“Are you sure you want me?” Clarissa added quietly. 

Leonora sucked in a breath through her teeth and blew it out slowly. She flattened her palms against her thighs to keep her hands from reaching out and misbehaving. 

“Clarissa, I believe I have made my feelings on the matter explicit.” She said, swallowing thickly. 

Dovey took another step forward. Her hands fiddled with the tie at her waist and Lesso bit down hard on the lateral edges of her tongue. 

“Tell me again. One more time.” Dovey whispered. “Please.”

Her doe eyes were large and pleading. 

“I want nothing more than to be here with you. Only ever you.” Leonora said firmly. “Is this what you want?”

“Lesso, I have wanted this for so long and I never thought it possible.” She laughed through a sob. 

“Leonora.” Lesso reminded her. “And if you don’t come over here and finish what you started, you’d be the most Evil person to bless this godforsaken realm.” 

She did not reach out. She kept her hands achingly still against her trembling thighs. If this was happening, Clarissa needed to be in control…to make the first move. She refused to ruin this for herself. 

Leonora watched as all the confidence returned to her little Dove. The blonde’s posture straightened, bringing Lesso’s attention to the forward thrust of her chest. She could see the cream-colored lace of Clarissa’s matching bra peeking through under the edge of her satin robe. Her petite hands had stopped their fiddling and tugged firmly on the sash, allowing the covering to fall away. Leonora’s eyes darkened as she took in her freshly unwrapped present. 

Clarissa stood proudly in a sheer, lace-lined, floral balconette bra and matching panty set. Lesso choked back a moan and clenched her thighs together at the throb of need making itself known at her center. 

“I’m all yours.” Clarissa invited huskily, raising her arms in display. 

The verbal consent was all it took for Lesso’s self-control to finally snap. She gripped the enchanting woman before her by the waist and pulled her down to straddle her lap once more. Leonora muffled Dovey’s startled gasp with a bruising kiss. Her fingers, finally granted the freedom from their self-imposed restraint, buried themselves into Clarissa’s impossibly soft, blonde curls and tugged loose every pin. She broke the kiss only to gaze adoringly at the dream in front of her. Lesso combed through the waterfall of silken, white-gold and twirled perfect ringlets around her fingers. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” Leonora admitted softly. 

“Kiss me or play with my hair?” Clarissa asked with a breathy laugh. 

“Both.” She answered, stealing another languid kiss. “I want to do this right, Dove.”

Clarissa cradled the woman’s face in her hands gently. A warm smile illuminated her face and she kissed her once more, endeavoring to pour the depth of her feelings into the connection. 

Leonora’s hands found purchase on the smooth expanse of Clarissa’s thighs and pulled her closer, swallowing the moan of pleasure that erupted from the godmother’s lips. Her fingers dug into the warm flesh with a firm squeeze before traveling on. They slid over her full hips, skimmed over a slim waist, and came to rest just under the curves of her breasts. 

Dovey’s warm hands covered Lesso’s and guided them impatiently up to cup her breasts. Leonora graciously took the hint and shifted her attention. Her tongue and teeth began a purposeful descent from Clarissa’s swollen lips, down her neck, to the swell of her chest before attaching wetly to her nipple through the sheer fabric of the balconette. Dovey’s sighs spurned her on. A clever hand reached behind and deftly released the hooks of the offending material. Lesso released Clarissa’s nipple only to discard the bra and re-attach to the neglected side. She grazed her teeth against the hardened bud and relished in the groan she earned in response. 

Clarissa’s prettily painted nails dug into Leonora’s shoulders through the crispness of her white shirt before yanking at her necktie. 

“Take it off.” The Good Dean commanded roughly. 

“Yes, Ma’am!” Lesso acquiesced against Dovey’s flushed chest, 

Lesso pulled the tie pin and in one swift motion, slid the tie from around her neck. Clarissa did not wait for further delay. Without hesitation, she yanked the white shirt from Leonora’s slacks and ripped it open from the middle, scattering white buttons across the floor. 

“Is this payback for the dress?” Lesso asked with a singular raised brow. 

“Maybe I’m just tired of waiting.” Clarissa said sweetly. 

Dovey trailed a glowing finger from the hollow of Lesso’s throat down and cut through the simple black bra, shoving the clothing away mercilessly. She flattened her palms against her chest and pushed her down, back flat against the soft bed underneath her. The Dean of Evil choked down a surprised yelp and gaped at the assertiveness the usually docile woman was displaying. The view from below, however, was divine. 

Clarissa settled her weight on Leonora’s hips and sighed contentedly. “You are so beautiful.”

Embarrassment fluttered in Lesso’s gut and she resisted the sudden urge to cover herself. Beautiful was not a word she ever associated with herself. Freckles and blemishes stood out in asymmetrical, dark contrast on her skin. And the scars…

“Don’t do that.” Clarissa’s whisper interrupted the trainwreck of Lesso’s thoughts. “Not here. Nora, you are so beautiful.”

Clarissa’s hands tenderly caressed Leonora’s cheek before tracing unidentifiable swirls down her torso. She mirrored Lesso’s earlier attention to pebbled nipples, sucking and kneading. But she didn’t linger. She slid down the length of her body, trailing wet kisses in her wake until she arrived at the hem of the Evil Dean’s slacks. Dovey’s eyes met Lesso’s in an unspoken request for permission. Leonora nodded vigorously, red curls wildly flying. 

In this endeavor, Clarissa finally slowed. Nimble fingers easily popped the button and she slowly slipped them down Leonora’s legs, never once breaking eye contact. 

“If we do this, there’s no going back.” Dovey warned, fingers teasing the edge of Lesso’s simple black panties. 

Leonora raised herself up on her elbows and caught the other woman’s eye. 

“Rissa, I never want to go back to the way it was before.” She said firmly. “Not when I know this is what is on the other side. When I know what your lips taste like…or how smooth your skin is…or what it feels like when you look at me like that.”

Clarissa bit her lip to prevent its trembling. 

“So if you don’t get on with it and fuck me right now, i’m going to lose it.”

She needed no further encouragement. She flung Lesso’s panties over her shoulder and curled her arms around milky thighs. She suckled teasingly against the crease of where thigh met hip and nuzzled at the small nest of cherry curls, inhaling her scent. Her own arousal spiked at the discovery of how ready Leonora was for her. Clarissa boldly swiped the flat of her tongue from base to peak, curling the tip deftly as she reached Lesso’s clit. She let go a low hum and dove back in for more. She alternated between full, deep licks and intense sucking, driving Leonora so close to the edge in record time. 

Lesso’s hands fisted in the sheets and she arched her back into the pleasure. 

“You’ve done this before.” She panted.

Clarissa tugged her closer and hummed once more. The vibrations and firm thrusts of her tongue sent Leonora careening towards the edge of the cliff. 

“Clarissa,” Lesso warned tightly. “Rissa, I’m right there.”

Dovey retreated only to apply pressure to Leonora’s pulsing clit with her thumb and deep strokes of her tongue. Leonora grit her teeth and came with a restrained cry and a shuddering breath. Clarissa lovingly caressed her thighs as she came down from her high. Cheeks painted a bright pink and eyes glazed, Lesso admired the sight of Dovey between her legs. 

“My turn.” She husked, flipping Clarissa onto her back with much more athleticism than the good fairy was expecting. 

Lesso trapped her hands above her head in a firm but gentle grasp. She captured the woman’s lips in another sensual kiss, moaning at the taste of herself that lingered there. With a quick nip to Dovey’s bottom lip, she ground her hips down to find more pressure. She could feel Clarissa arch up into her, brushing their breasts together and chasing any friction she could get to her throbbing core. 

“Tsk.” Leonora warned. “Do you like to be in control, little Dove?”

Clarissa keened underneath her and bucked again. 

“I let you have your fun. But now, I’m going to show you how good it can feel to lose control.” 

Lesso dove in and sucked harshly at the fluttering pulse point of Dovey’s neck. With a wet pop, she released the skin and soothed the already forming bruise with her tongue. With a glowing finger, her neck tie was summoned off the floor and secured Clarissa’s hands above her head. 

“Now isn’t that a pretty sight?” Lesso crooned. 

She hooked her fingers around Dovey’s sheer panties and dragged them slowly down her toned legs, touch light enough to tickle. Lesso grinned wolfishly at the shudder that wracked Clarissa’s frame. 

“Lesso, touch me already!” Dovey growled. 

Lady Lesso wagged her finger and tutted. “Not yet, love. Patience, after all, is a virtue.” 

Leonora used the opportunity to explore every inch offered to her. She listened to every hitch in breath and committed the sounds of Clarissa’s pleasured moans to memory. Head to toe, she learned what made the Good Dean shiver and thrum: a soft tug to an earlobe with her teeth, a wet suck to the inside of a wrist, a fleeting touch to the back of her knees, and a swirl of the tongue into her navel. 

By the end of Lesso’s teasing, Dovey was wound so tight she thought she would snap. 

“I don’t think I can take anymore!” Clarissa cried. “I need you inside me, right now!”

Lesso climbed atop her lover and captured a nipple into the warm cavern of her mouth. Feeling indulgent, she reached down and swiped a finger through Clarissa’s dripping folds. Using the weight of her body, she held the frenzied woman in place as she bucked up into Lesso’s hand. With one last hard suck, she released Dovey’s breast with a pop. 

“What do you want, Rissa?” She asked as she drew lazy circles around Dovey’s nub. 

“Fuck me, Lesso!” Clarissa begged wildly. 

The redhead pulled away and hummed. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please!”

Her finger swirled once more and dipped shallowly into Clarissa’s dripping entrance. With her other hand, she grasped the woman’s chin lightly to catch her eyes. 

“Say my name.” She asked, brushing her nose against Dovey’s lovingly. 

“Leonora, please.” Clarissa crooned. “Please make love to me!”

Leonora slid two fingers into Clarissa’s slick heat with ease and chased her sigh of relief with another kiss. She set a punishing pace that had the woman beneath her writhing in bliss. She slowed to add a third finger and slid down her glistening body to throw a thigh over her shoulder. Eagerly, she began to attack her engorged pearl with her tongue as she drove her fingers in to the knuckles. The fairy godmother was musky and sweet, an addicting combination Leonora didn’t think she would ever tire of. She slung an arm over Clarissa’s hips to hold her steady as her bucking became erratic. 

“Nora, don’t stop!” 

Spurned on, she redoubled her intensity despite the burning ache in her wrist. She curled her fingers deep inside Clarissa and stroked against the rough patch inside her, sucking furiously on her clit. She was rewarded with the tightening of Clarissa’s muscles, pulling her impossibly closer as her whole body stiffened. Erratic fluttering of her inner walls danced along Leonora’s fingers and the warm wetness exploded on her tongue. Unlike Lesso, Dovey screamed her release and it was music to Leonora’s ears. She continued her thrusts as Clarissa rode through the aftershocks of her orgasm and slowed only as the woman collapsed into the bed. 

And with a smug smirk, she licked each of her fingers clean. 

Leonora untied the still-trembling woman and lay next to her, reaching out to play with the mussed blonde curls that fanned out on the pillow. Clarissa caught her breath and smiled brightly as she intertwined their fingers together. She brought their joined hands to her lips and kissed the back of Leonora’s hand before letting them rest over her racing heart. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” She asked, twinkling brown eyes pleading silently. 

Leonora matched her smile with a broad one of her own. “Dove, you’ll be hard pressed to get rid of me after a night like tonight.”

“Promise?” Clarissa asked saucily. 

“I’m all yours.” Leonora said, sealing the promise with a good-night kiss. 

Dovey pulled the covers up around them and snuggled tightly into Lesso’s open arms. Who knew all it would take to achieve her happily ever after would be to lock her Evil Dean in a closet with her?

Maybe one day she would tell her…

#Dovesso #Leonora Lesso #Clarissa Dovey #Lady Lesso #dovey x lesso #smut #Lesso's tie goes to good use #SGE #school for good and evil #fanfic #fanfiction #wlw

[holylulusworld]

Ride with me again (6) (Epilogue)

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Opie Winston, Tig Traeger, Robert 'Bobby' Munson, Happy Lowman, Filip 'Chibs' Telford , Piney Winston

Warnings: past abusive relationship, angst, language, scared reader, protective Jax, protective SoA, hurt & comfort, fluff, talk about character’s death, mentions of gore, blood, rape, mentions of murder and suicide, mentions of accidents

A/N: PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER. I can’t name every detail or else I’ll spoil the story. So, please proceed with caution as I mention blood, gore and what they did to Paul in the last chapter. 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Ride with me again masterlist

<<Part 5

“Careful. One step after another,” Jax helps you walk toward the bedroom at his house. Since your husband attacked you a few days ago, he didn’t leave your side. Always afraid someone could hurt you again. “You’ll have a rest, and I’ll get some things for you, Y/N.”

“Please don’t leave me alone,” you sniffle, afraid Jax will leave your side. Please…”

“Opie and Half-Sack will stay here while I’m away. Tig is outside to check on the surroundings. You’ll not be alone for long. I need to handle a few things, baby. Okay.”

“Do you think they will come back?” you weakly reply as he helps you lie down. It’s a struggle to even stand for a few moments. With the heavy meds in your system, you are tired and weak all the time. “Jax? Do I need to worry?”

“No, princess,” he’s kissing your forehead. Softly touching your skin with his lips. For a rough criminal killing people and dealing with weapons, drugs, and anything in between, Jax is the softest man you ever met. “No one is ever going to hurt you again. The doctor said you need to rest some more. I’ll be right back before you wake.”

“Okay. I trust you, Jax,” Jax kisses your temple, sighing as you mumble his name. “My Prince Charming, on his fiery bike. He saved me again. Just like a knight in shiny armor.”

Jax covers you with a soft blanket, hoping you will never leave his house and him again. He can’t make you stay if you want to leave. But he’ll try anything to show you that he can be a good man for you.

“We took care of the leftovers,” Happy explains. He took care of your father and father-in-law. “Man, you did a number on her husband. A pity you didn’t let me have a punch too.”

“It was important to get rid of the others first. No one can know we killed them all at the same time. Mr. Ethan Zobelle committed suicide and blew his brain out after his beloved son went missing. No one will doubt our version. We paid the right people,” Clay explains. “We couldn’t just let him disappear. Not at the same time as his son went missing.”

“What about her father?” Jax runs one hand down his face, shuddering as he’s got the feeling Paul’s blood is still on his hands. Jax still can hear Paul’s screams when he closes his eyes.

That night, Jax lost control. He started with punching your husband, but this wasn’t enough. After he broke Paul’s cheekbone and nose and made your husband pee his pants, things escalated quickly.

“Jax, did you hear me?” placing his hand onto Jax’s shoulder Clay sighs deeply. “I know you think you went too far. You didn’t. Just remember what that bastard did to your girl, your old lady. He abused her. He killed her baby. He raped your girl and tried to do it again. Paul Zobelle was nothing but a piece of shit.”

“You did what you had to do,” Bobby throws in. He smirks, remembering how Paul begged for his pitiful life. “Your girl is safe now.”

“We had to send a message to Zobelle’s business partners. I think they got it loud and clear now. They gave us a peace offering and will stay the fuck out of Charming,” Clay shrugs at Jax’s pained expression. “A win-win situation. Your girl is free of that monster, you got the girl, and we don’t need to fight on another front.”

“I know,” Jax knows all of this, still, what he did to your husband will haunt him for the rest of his life. He crossed a line and can’t make his actions undone. “Clay, I castrated that bastard and stuffed his dick in his mouth.”

“It was justified. He had it coming, boy,” Piney huffs as the other sons snicker. “Jax, I know you want to feel guilty, just don’t. You took a life to save another. Maybe even more. Trust me when I tell you that men like Paul Zobelle don’t stop abusing women. He would’ve done the same to another girl or Y/N again if he got the chance.”

“How does she feel?” Gemma worriedly watches her son carry two suitcases filled with your belongings toward his house. “I see, Zobelle’s partners kept their word and made sure your girl gets her things.”

“Seems like Y/N is going to get a lot of money. Her father has not left a will,” Chibs explains while Jax only wants to get back to you. “Right, Jax?”

“I think so,” Jax shrugs. “They found her father in his car. A tragic accident. Poor guy ended up dying in his beloved car as he wanted to visit his son-in-law. Who, surprisingly ended up dead in said man’s trunk, along with the knife her father used to castrate Paul.”

“You’re back,” you try to get out of the bed to greet Jax but he is faster. He crosses the room to keep you from leaving the bed. “I was worried about you, Jax.”

“Princess, I promised to come back. We had to…you know, take care of a few things. Now you are safe, and no one is going to ever bug you again,” you pounce on Jax when he sits on the bed next to you. He helps you onto his lap so you can hide your face in his chest. “We should talk about a few things.”

“Hmm…I’ve missed you. Half-sack is nice, Opie too. Say, why do you call him Half-Sack?” Jax chuckles at your question.

“He’s only got one ball,” you giggle now, feeling a little better since Jax is back. “Did they take good care of my girl?”

“Donna brought me soup and Opie tried to talk me into learning how to shoot. Half-Sack checked on me every hour and told me a lot of not funny jokes,” he chuckles as you get comfortable in his arms. “You said that we need to talk about a few things.”

“We killed your father, Ethan Zobelle and Paul,” you tense in Jax’s arms for a moment. You knew he and the sons took care of Paul and the others but tried to not think about it too much. 

“What if anyone finds them, Jax? I don’t want you or your friends to end up in jail because of me,” clawing at his shirt you start to cry. “Please.

“Friends from out of town helped us fake Zobelle’s suicide. And your father got killed in an accident after he murdered your husband, Y/N. All the evidence points to your father,” Jax cradles you in his arms. “I kinda lost control with Paul.”

“I don’t care,” you hide your face in his neck. “He was a monster and you protected me. No matter what you did to that man, it’s justified.”

“Princess,” he kisses your temple,” your father has not left a will. You’ll get all of his money, his house, and everything he owns.”

“I don’t want any of it,” crying into his neck you hold tight onto Jax. “They can do whatever they want with his money and shit. Please.”

“We will talk about this later. You can decide on how to use the money later. Maybe you can donate it or buy a horse. I don’t care. It’s your decision.”

“I want to attend his funeral,” you allow yourself to lean in Jax’s gentle touch. He runs his hand over your back and kisses your hair softly, “to spit on my father’s grave.”

“All for you, princess. We will attend his funeral and all spit on his grave. Trust me. Your father will rot in hell for what he did to you, Y/N.”

“Rot in hell,” you spit on your father’s grave, chuckling as you step aside. Jax is next. He spits on your father’s grave, and glares at the priest daring to clear his throat. “What? That man killed his son-in-law and commited other crimes.”

“I got some nice spit for you, bastard,” Clay steps toward your father’s grave to spit on it too. “I hope you got comfortable in hell.”

“Well, be my guests,” you nod at the sons of anarchy, stepping aside to grant them access. “He’s all yours.”

While the others start to spit and even pee on your father’s grave, Jax leads you away from the cemetery and toward his parked bike. He smirks as you slide your fingers over his bike.

“Princess,” he cups your face to press a soft kiss to your lips, sighing as you return the kiss. “Ride with me again..”

“I’ll ride with you for the rest of my life…”

After rethinking your decision, you took your father’s money and sold everything he ever owned. What you couldn’t sell, you burned.

Most of the money you made from selling his house, cars, and jewelry got donated to women’s shelters and other organizations helping women, children and men escape abusive relationships.

Jax and you only took the money from your father’s bank accounts and the safe to buy a bigger house and spare some of it for...well, whatever you want to buy next.

You will fill the house with love, laughter, and in a year down the road with new life…

Tags in reblog.

#Ride with me again (6) (Epilogue) #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #jax x y/n #jax x reader #jax teller fanfiction

[zhongrin]

The sound of steel hitting steel was heard through Jueyun Karst. Shapes speed through the ancient adepti forest; spears of ice went flying and destroyed in the next moment; sprites of dark emerald nature followed the second shape sometimes as they vanished and reappeared again.

"...Listen to me! Your Archon needs to-"

Cursing and stepping out of the way, I swung my sword downwards, bissecting the windstorm in half and allowing it to pass unharmed. A thud could be heard and the guardian yaksha crouched low on a stone not far from me, mask on his face and miasma curling around his form like an old friend.

I looked up, with two snowflakes in my eyes and blew out a slow frost coated breath.

"Leave, Fatui, or disappear from this world forever."

A sourge of miasma and an explosion of frost.

"Lady Secretary." The coat was taken off with slow moments and handed over to the grunt.

"I will see the results of the background check at my desk."

The grunt looked daringly up, flinched and looked at the ground again, and waited until the Secretary was gone to her Office before they moved again.

Because reflected in those eyes was the winter of Snezhnaya, callous, cold and unforgiving to everything. A long streak of blood on the cheek, frosted over a deep blue, was the only thing marring the cold face.

I hope the Yaksha will relay the message.

A Pyro Agent waited calmly in the office and stretched their hand out without waiting for the owners permission. Low Pyro Energy melted the ice off the cheek and the blood was wiped away, leaving the gash to scab.

I hummed, patted the hand once and sat down.

"Inform the Patrol tomorrow to pull away at midday. I need to talk to Rin and get her out of the shop. You and your twin wait nearby and when she comes out, bring her to Jueyun Karst. The Adepti should recognize her."

Hesitation rolled off the Agent and I quirked an eyebrow at them.

"Do not worry that much. I may specialise at the more dubious aspects of our work but I don't fall behind in combat."

Satisfied, the Pyro Agent left their Commander to their work, not noticing anything amiss.

As long as Childe won't descend into the abyss...

"She visited Jueyun Karst? I see... Seeking help from the adepti. Clever. Well, what are you planning to do?" Lord Harbinger grinned, as if he was already imagining fighting with one of Liyue's illuminated beings.

"Are you not going to give me any orders, Lord Harbinger?"

"Why should I? Besides, you're competent enough to move on your own. Ah, rest assuredー my own agenda should theoretically work with yours... That's why I'm allowing you to do this in the first place."

Coviello fell silent, but decided to nod and walk away.

"First Capitano's secretary, now the adepti... and at the end of it all....," Tartaglia cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, "Now this is getting exciting."

"Miss Meirin?"

"I made you t̸ea."

#rin plays ebg #coviello answers #coviello is serving tea to: queen-belial

[silencedrowns]

Could you help me with sci-fi book (or other media!) recommendations for my wife? I don't read much in that genre so all I can do is recommend anime and some movies I watched with my dad. We're currently watching Gunbuster. She likes Howl's Moving Castle (the book), Ancient Magus Bride, Yu Yu Hakusho, Fruits Basket, and Matilda (the movie), if that helps with her taste. Thanks for any help you can offer!

OHOHO I’m assuming she actually likes Gunbuster?

General recs: I recommend The Murderbot Diaries to anyone vaguely interested in sci-fi (and no, it doesn’t actually have much if any murder!). Same for Becky Chambers’ Monk and Robot series. 11/10, made me weep in joy and also weep like I went to a particularly good therapy session. And I cannot mention sci-fi without saying everyone should read some Octavia Butler. I was getting burned out on the entire genre until she blew my mind back open with what it could be.

For even more specific recs… my own tastes are pretty damn different, as I tend to skew more to fantasy and horror (I am extremely a Locked Tomb enjoyer), but from what you say she likes, I think she needs a copy of Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson and also to check out Seanan McGuire (the Wayward Children, October Daye, and InCryptid series). Also maybe Legends and Lattes, Space Opera by Catherynne M Valente, and Brandon Sanderson’s Skyward series! And OH IF SHE LIKES HOWL BOOK THE AUTHOR WROTE SO MUCH MORE and all of it is good. I love DWJ I owe her my life. It’s all kids and YA and they’re older books so some things wouldn’t fly today but most of it holds up so well as an adult!

A bunch of books that I have been blown away by reading recently and want to share just in case: A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine (difficult and dry but the slow burn is chef’s kiss), Leech by Hiron Ennis (this skews very horror), the Lady Astronaut series by Mary Robinette Kowal, Priory of the Orange Tree, the Daevabad series by S. A. Chakraborty, The Luminous Dead (also skews extremely horror, please check content warnings), absolutely anything else by Catherynne M Valente, some John Scalzi for light sci-fi fun reading, and the requisite “I know it’s older books but reading Ursula K LeGuin is life changing”. I have left out most of my incredibly dry political space opera favorites because that is an acquired taste as well as most of my epic fantasy series favorites that are shaped like bricks and can be used in a home invasion. Same for the purely horror books and stuff like The Goblin Emperor and its spinoffs (which are incredible but also very dry and very difficult and therefore difficult to recommend to anyone whose taste I don’t know well enough to know they’d enjoy it).

EDIT: WATCH GUNDAM 0079

[raeharmonia]

Alone in my living room

Author's note: hello, im back with a quick drabble. Im having a terrible month and what better way to express my emotions than to write an Amaranthe drabble of it MSKKSMS

I was listening to Sleeping at Last's Space for Sleep album while writing this (i love Sleeping at Last one of my comfort artists fr) Also this was intended to be a Lymaranthe hurt/comfort fic but i ditched the idea lol it just doesn't sit right for me. This might be the reason why the first half is a bit weird sorryy qwq

Word count: 698, semi-proofread Tags: angst, very venty, brief Lyney appearance lol, weird attempt of writing an accurate description of making tea (tried my best), mention of a want to disappear, self-deprecation

The sounds of the bustling city overwhelms Amaranthe's senses, the people's overlapping chatter makes her head feel dizzy. Lately, she felt even more emotionally and physically drained than usual, constant voices of insecurities flooding her mind ever since.

She tried doodling something on her sketchbook in an attempt to comfort her troubled soul but to no avail. Erasing the unfinished lines as soon as it shows signs of failure, leaving Amaranthe to stare at the leftover marks of graphite on her paper with frustration.

Unfortunately, the walk that was supposed to drive those feelings away only drained her even more. The bright rays of the sunlight and the overwhelmingly loud sounds of the streets amplified her stress levels.

Her hand found its way at the nearest streetlight, leaning against the metal pole in an attempt to calm herself down. She needs something that will ground herself back to reality, desperately.

"My lady, are you okay?"

A voice nearby called, it was filled with worry rather than his usual flamboyant tone.

His voice sounds gentle and warm, she thought.

"Oh im alright, Mr. Lyney. Thank you for your concern." Amaranthe managed to force a small smile, its so painful that its chipping away her remaining energy.

But she has no choice, she can't let him know that she's in such a state.

"But your eyes tells me otherwise. The eyes are the window to someone soul is it no—"

"I said im fine! Can you please shut up for once?!"

Lyney's eyes widened at her reaction, shocked to witness Amaranthe's sudden outburst.

Her tone is firm and cold, as cold as a snowstorm. And her sharp gaze lacked it's usual shine, devoid of color and light.

"I- im sorry i didn't mean to... I need to be alone."

The smell of rainbow roses surrounded the living room as she opened the door of her home. Her stress dwindled as she takes in the comforting atmosphere that her home can only provide.

Amaranthe then boiled some hot water for tea and takes out a box of tea bags out of the kitchen cupboard. Once the water finishes boiling, she poured it into a cup and dunked two tea bags in it.

She grabs a couple of brownies from a paper bag that Charlotte left for her 3 days ago and placed them on a small plate. She brings her teacup and plate towards the living and placed them on the coffee table.

After some time, she brings the teacup near to her lips and blew on the her tea before taking a sip. The sweet and sour flavors of the drink soothes her mind quite a bit. She takes a bite of the brownie, the sweet chocolate flavor made a small smile creep up her lips.

The only things that are accompanying her silence are the soft winds of the outdoors and the soft ticks of her clock.

She looked up at the clock to check the time. Its 2pm. Usually at that time she would be drawing, but the fear of failure hesitated her from picking up her art supplies.

As much as she likes the moments of solitude, she cant help but feel a bit lonely. Without the sounds of companionship filling up the room to distract her, negative thoughts and insecurities began clouding her mind.

Do people really like her? Do they really mean whenever they say that she's amazing and talented? Or are they just pretending and lying to her face? People clearly like someone else who also does the same thing as her better and are only spending time with her out of pity.

She's not amazing. Far from that. She'll always besomeone who is boring and make nothing but horrendous art. Why would anyone like someone like her?

Sometimes, she just wants to disappear altogether.

"Liars." she muttered.

A tear fell down from her eye, landing on her tea which caused it to ripple in the cup.

She places her cup on her table as more tears falls down her face.

She lied down against the soft cushions of her sofa and began crying softly.

This was the 4th time she cried this week.

#genshin oc #charlee.e's writings

[generalcucumbercheeseburger]

A Frosted New World

Summary- Francine has finally got out of the hospital and sees the man again.

Ch. 1

Chapter 2 - Meeting

Francine was able to get out of the hospital after a couple of weeks, though she still wouldn’t be able to play. The weather outside wasn’t what she was looking forward to, the wind blew directly into her face as she exited the building. Francine growled at the sudden temperature change, not being on the ice for so long made her sensitive to the cold. She walked to her car and heaved herself into the driver's seat, she started to pat herself down.

“Keys check, wallet check, my phone check, my pills…” She looks around frantically. “Where’s my pills!? Ah shit, don’t tell me I left it in the room.” 

Knock Knock

Francine, startled by the noise, quickly turned her head to the driver's side window. Her right hand reached the buttons under her radio to open the window. 

“Can I help you-” Francine’s eyes widened. No way! It can’t be!

“I saw you dropping this while you were getting into your car, you should be more careful.” the man said.

It’s him, why the hell is he here? Oh god, don’t tell me he’s stalking me, the captain warned me about this kind of shit. WHY DIDN’T I BUY PEPPER SPRAY LIKE HE TOLD ME TO!?

As Francine's mind raced at 100 miles per hour, she smiled at the stranger.

“Thank you so much, I thought I would have to go back in there. I would much rather shoot myself than do that.” Francine chuckled.

“Anytime, have a good day” The man turned to walk away.

“Wait, I know you from somewhere. I saw you at my game. Did you follow me here!?” Francine yelled.

“Huh, what’re you talking about- Ooh you’re that hockey lady. I did go to your game.” the man smirked. “I must say, you played pretty well.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question, how did you know I was here? How did you know that this is my car?”

“The TV? Did that puck make you forget who you are?”

Francine got out of the car and looked up and down at the guy.

This is the fucker that distracted me and now he dares to talk to me like that. I show his retarded ass not to fuck around with me!

Suddenly, Francine grabbed the man by his jacket and pushed him against her car. She brought her arm to punch the man, but he grabbed Francine's arm.

“Look, don’t be an idiot.” He pointed behind her. “There are people that are watching us, you need to calm down.”

Francine was always told to calm down, most of the time she wouldn’t listen to whatever a random person would say. But something told her to listen, so she let go of him and walked back from him. 

“It doesn’t matter how you found me, you distracted me from my game and got me into this situation. I won’t even be able to play until next season, asshole.”

The man chuckled to himself, he grabbed Francine's shoulder and gave it a rub. Their eyes locked together.

“How about I make it up to you, I’ll buy you something to eat next time I see you.” He pulls out a piece of paper and paper from his jacket pocket.

“Ok, one of not some whore on the street you can just do stupid things for and they’ll forget everything and two what next time? I ain’t interested, sorry.” Francine says jumping back into her car, rolling up the window.

The man grabbed the window before it could fully close, and he handed the paper to Francine.

“Here, if you change your mind you know what to do.”

The man gave a wink to Francine and started to walk away from the car. Francine looked down at the paper. 

505-555-9787 - Zhang

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[jaesxnuwu]

Chapter III: After Work Hours

Playing with first person pov this time

Finally, the day was over. It was easy to lose track of time with how many windowless rooms there were in the building. Knowledge of the Kalecian Guard’s operations weren’t something available to the public, so I guess it made sense.

I slipped on my jacket and left the office. A soft breeze blew behind me as the door slid shut and the automatic locks turned on. I pulled out my phone and started down the white hallway. The echoing of my own footsteps was always calming and helped me relax at the end of the day. 

Hmm. What should I eat tonight? I haven’t had ramen in a while, so I guess that’ll do. Oh that reminds me as well. Should I stop by the convenience store afterward? Those limited-edition candies should be out this week but—

“Have a good night, captain!” A nervous voice broke me out of my trance.

“Huh?” I paused and looked up to see one of my subordinates waving at me a few paces up ahead, “Oh, yeah. You too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

One of the new recruits today. I remembered seeing him in the training facility earlier. Damn, this was going to be a lot of faces to remember. Do the higher ups really think I need this much help? Sure, there’s crime here and there, but it’s not like we haven’t been able to handle things so far.

I passed by a few more people on my way out. Some were staying behind to train on their own and some were coming in for the night shift. A gust of cold air greeted me as the automatic doors slid open. The weather sure had been nice lately. The sun was starting to set and cast a warm glow across the cityscape.

I should hurry before the restaurants start getting packed. Technically, I don’t have any official hours I need to abide by at my rank, so I like to take days off a little earlier when I can. Of course, I only do this when I happen to wrap up work earlier than expected.

I hopped on one of the train stations nearby since the ramen place is a decent distance away. It was still early, so I managed to grab a seat instead of having to stand. I checked my phone to see if there were any updates, but of course I knew there wouldn’t be. It was just a habit though. The passengers around were mostly keeping to themselves too.

A lady in a business suit looked like she was playing something on her phone. I had seen her often enough on my evening rides. I always wondered what she was playing.

There were three guys that stood out today though. It was difficult to ignore their loud conversation and laughter, and it was even harder to tell what they were talking about with how much they talked over each other. It sounded like something about a party from the other night. Their clothes were visibly dirty and slightly ripped. I imagined they were probably up to no good based off past experiences, but I really just wanted to get some food and figured somebody else would deal with them if they decided to do anything. They didn’t look too dangerous after all.

The crowds were really starting to pick up by the time I got off the train. The ramen place wasn’t too far from the stop, so it wasn’t a long walk. I thought I had gotten there in time, but once I turned the corner to the storefront, I saw a line had already formed before I arrived. I sighed. It wasn’t too long, thankfully. It could have been worse.

I got in line behind the others. There were about ten people it looked like, but maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad if some of these people were couples or friend groups. At least, that’s what I was hoping. Near the front I could see one of the workers jogging toward me, with a stack of menus in her hands.

“Hi! Welcome, here’s a menu for you to look over while you wait,” she said cheerfully as she slid one of the menus to me, “How many people are in your party?”

“Thanks, and it’ll just be me.”

“Alrighty, there are a few people ahead of you right now. We estimate it’ll be about a twenty-minute wait until it’s your turn to be seated. Will that be alright, sir? And can I get a name for your table?”

“Jae. Yeah, no problem.”

“Thank you, Jae! You can hold onto that, and we’ll collect it when it’s your turn,” she smiled and walked behind me. A few more customers had already lined up during our quick exchange. She repeated the same greeting to them as well. I glanced over the menu, but I already had a good idea what I wanted to have that evening.

Slowly but surely, the line continued to move, and I was at the front about twenty minutes later, like she estimated. The same girl greeted me past the doors. She stood behind a podium with the light of her screen peeking out from the sides. The place was packed and filled with chatter. She had to raise her voice a bit for me to hear her.

“Hi! Thank you for waiting. You were Jae, right, and with a party of one?”

“Yup.”

“Okay, okay,” she hummed as she tapped on the screen. I could hear a few muted beeps confirming each entry amidst the noisy restaurant. I shifted in place and fidgeted with my chains while I waited.

“Sorry about that. We just got a new system update, and everything’s all jumbled, give me just a second,” she looked up and smiled apologetically.

“No problem, take your time,” I waved, trying to assure her. I got it. Kalecia’s technology was great, but the speed of advancements sometimes was exhausting, and this was a pretty mundane but good example of that.

Buzz buzz

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

Who could it be?

I pulled out my phone and glanced at the notification screen.

A crime had been just reported nearby.

Seriously? How nearby are we talking though? Surely someone else can deal with it right? I just got to the front of the line!

I swiped up and checked the map. I couldn’t help myself from letting out a small groan from what I saw.

It was literally just down the street, and in a narrow alley. From the map details, I could tell it was a prime area for shady dealings. There was only one entrance, with a fence likely blocking the other side. I zoomed out. There were no patrolling Guards anywhere near as close by as I was.

If this were any other situation, I would have just let someone else come to handle it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do that this time. The details of the report were left blank, so I’m assuming that the person sending the message didn’t exactly have the luxury to type anything down. So… they’re probably being attacked, maybe being mugged? Whatever, I’ll find out when I get there.

“Sir? And what did you want to order, sir?” the hostess’s voice suddenly registered to me.

“Sorry, something just came up, but I’ll be back another time” I felt bad for wasting their time too

“I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold your place if you leave,” she warned nervously. It seemed like she had dealt with some unreasonable customer demands before. “I know, that’s alright.”

It was going to be one of those nights.

Following the tracker on my phone, I quickly arrived at the street with the alley in question. With the overwhelming sound of cars, music, and the occasional train running through, it was easy to see how even someone crying for help in one of these quiet alleys could easily go unnoticed.

I turned the corner into the alley, and was immediately greeted by what was basically darkness compared to the bright illuminated streets I was just in. It wasn’t too hard to make things out though. The amount of light that spilled in from behind me was enough to at least see the criminals.

“I-I told you, that’s all I have on me! Please, I’m sorry!” a man’s voice cried out. He was on his knees, and his clothes had been torn and partially soaked with blood. It looked like he had been pretty roughed up already. Two men were looming over him, with each of them pointing a knife at him.

“Come on, this can’t be all you’ve got,” one of the men grabbed the victim by his hair and forced him to stand.

“N-no! I’m telling the truth! I really don’t have anything on me, I barely had enough to buy food this week. P-please I’m begging you!”

“Ah shut up already! You’re making too much noise,” the knife wielder was ready to take another swing.

I had seen enough. The air around me suddenly grew cold in response to my mana. I pointed a finger toward the crook and sent a ball of frost directly toward his armed hand. On impact, it melded into his hand and engulfed it completely, before rapidly expanding. In the blink of an eye, his hand and forearm were completely encased in ice.

“Grahhh!!” he screamed as he fell over, “What the fuck! What the hell is this!” He tried tugging at the layers of ice that had encased his arm with his free hand. He jerked his face up toward where the attack had come from, as did the other two men.

“Give up, before I freeze the rest of your limbs off,” I warned them. I was not in the mood after having my dinner plans ruined by these idiots. Normally, I was supposed to announce myself as a Guard and declare their formal arrest, but today I didn’t have the patience.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” the other criminal decided to charge at me next. It was so easy to read, I almost felt bad for him. Still, he was holding a knife, so he was dangerous enough to warrant some force.

As he got close enough, he spun his knife toward me, aiming for my neck.

A little excessive, don’t you think?

He smirked, as he assumed that surprise attack would have caught me off guard.

Unfortunately for him.

Clang

His knife was sent flying at the last moment and fell to the floor. He looked up in disbelief at the ice blade that had disarmed him.

I’m not one to make ice constructs to fight small time criminals, but again, I was in a sour mood. I created one of my favorite weapons, my ice blade, to knock his knife from his hand. One was enough. Well, to be honest, I could have just taken him out without magic, but I needed something to make up for tonight.

“What the—” he barely got the words out before I grabbed him by his shirt and pointed the end of my ice blade at his neck.

“All done, already?” I traced the blade down from his neck and made a small incision from the top of his shirt, going down his chest, demonstrating the sharpness of the ice.

“M-mercy! Please!”

“Well, since you did say please,” I smirked and dissipated the blade back into small crystals that quickly vanished into the air. In his shaky state, it took just a small push to knock him onto the floor. With a wave of my hand, a layer of frost began to rapidly encase his hands and feet that were touching the floor.

“It’s just a precaution, so you don’t try to do anything else stupid,” I knelt on the floor in front of him, “Now behave while I call for someone to take you two in. And an ambulance for that guy.”

The victim also seemed a little shaken up by what was going on, so I had to assure him I was on his side at least. He didn’t seem to be in imminent danger, so it looked like things were about done here.

“You bastard,” he cursed at me, wanting to hold onto a bit of his pride.

I don’t hate people who have some fight in them sometimes.

“Really? I can make the call later, and we can go for another round if you’d prefer.”

Art: @/hisknn

#Kalecia #JaeVerse #first person pov playing around

[royalkay23]

This is a snippet of a new story I’m working on starring Carmelo Hayes. Let me know what y’all think. I’m open to ALL feedback😌😁

Club LOTE; is the hottest Club/Lounge in Atlanta. And tonight, it was victim to the Promo King Of the South, Carmelo Hayes.

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Carmelo entered the building trailing behind the bottle girls with his crew, dapping up some of the guys in the club and hugging the females while they snapped their pictures of him. Carmelo is one of the hottest male promoters in the Southern Region. Promoting through major cities like Houston, Miami, Nashville, and of course, the ATL. As he walked in with his boys, all I could see was him. That man knew he was the epitome of sexiness. He knows how much pull he has here, yet he keeps it humble and gracious.

My girl Nia and I go to the bathroom to fix our look after fighting and fussing to get into this club. I’ve never been to LOTE, so the atmosphere was pretty new to me, and the same goes for Nia. We decided to come out and Celebrate my new job offer. I became the Executive Content Producer for Essence Magazine. Which was always a part of my Top Two choices, and it wasn’t number two.

“Girl, I know you saw Trick's fine ass walking in with Melo. You already know what he does to me; seeing him doesn’t help Shit.” Nia groaned slightly before eagerly checking her lip gloss and fixing her makeup.

“Nia, you know exactly who I was looking at, so Trick was nowhere near my sightline.”

“Shay, please! Kiss my ass.”

“With pleasure!” I kiss my hand and slightly tap her butt. “Lucky you!” gleaming slightly before grabbing my purse and exiting the bathroom.

They laugh before doing a final look at their outfits and makeup.

As I walked out of the restroom with Nia, ‘How Deep’ by Jeezy blasted on the speakers as I got closer to Carmelo’s section.

Carmelo and I made eye contact for a few seconds, but it felt like time had stopped. I managed to send him a slew of my “ I would Fuck the shit outta you ” looks before turning away; he smirked kindly and then turned away before sipping his drink.

Nia and I decide to get some drinks before we dance.

“What’ll it be, ladies?” The bartender asked, ready to receive our orders.

“A tequila sunrise for her and a lemon drop Martini for me.”

“Alright, coming right up.” The bartender turns and starts making our drinks. Not too long after, she places them in front of us.

“Will that be Card or cash?” The bartender asked.

Before I could answer, a deep voice jumped in.

“Make that card. And keep my tab open; I’ll be back later. And whatever other drinks these beautiful ladies want, add them to my tab as well. Got it?”

“Of course, Melo heard you loud and clear.”

The bartender grabs the card, puts it in the tab folder, and puts it next to the computer.

“Oh, um…Melo?! You didn’t need to- “

He politely cut me off and said, “Yes, I did! Enjoy it, baby girl. And whatever it is you’re celebrating, congratulations!” He grabbed my hand & kissed it before walking back to his section.

I turned to Nia and was shocked by what had just happened.

“Girl…am I trippin', or did he just give you that sexy ass gesture? Shay, you better go snatch him up! You know that has been your ULTIMATE dream with Carmelo. Girl…GO MAKE YOUR MOVE!”

“Are you sure? He seems a little…preoccupied now.” A couple of females surround him while touching his chest, feeling every inch of his muscles. He eventually played along when the cameras came out and started recording.

I waited some time until they were done recording. But then more and more females wanted to do the same thing: a video or picture with Melo. I’ll record any and everything for work but not myself. I feel I’m not meant to be on camera but behind the scenes.

Thirty-Minutes Later

I do one last check with Nia before walking to his section. I got there, and this big ass linebacker of a security guard kept blocking my way into the section.

“Sorry, ma'am, no groupies allowed.” the guard blew me off by waving his hand, saying next, and then letting an ACTUAL groupie in the section.

“My nigga, I thought you said “No Groupies!” WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

“Uhm…HELLO?! Mr. Keep that tab open; a little help?”

I raised my arms in agitation, especially since the guard won’t let me in, but he let in all the Groupies. Not to mention I'm still drunk, trying to get into this section to talk to Melo. Ughh…Niggas irk my nerves.

“Yo Benni, she good man; let her up.”

He waved for me to come his way, and as I did, I ran into a few more females taking videos with him. So I had to think of something quick and painless to get his attention before my drunken buzz wore off.

“Aye man, y’all already know what it is and all it’s gone be. It’s yah boys, Trick & Melo, and we are out here at Club LOTE. We got the hottest DJ, the best drinks, and, most importantly, the finest ladies in the ATL. It’s still time to get in… so y’all slide on Down to The LOTE. It’s LIT!!”

Before the live ended, I gently grabbed Melo and passionately kissed him while the camera was still rolling. Suddenly, a slew of cameras popped out of nowhere, capturing our kiss. I release Carmelo from my hold before hurriedly grabbing Nia and making our way out of the club.

“Bitch…how much have you had to drink?” Nia shockingly said before we got into our Uber.

“Honestly,” *Releases drunken belch* Four Lemon Drops, three tequila shots and”

I drift off through my thoughts, displaying a face of worry.

“And what Bitch?” I take one last sigh before telling her I drove the boat with some Hennessy, which was the WORST decision I could’ve made while drinking.

“And…I drove the boat with a bottle of Henny.”

Nia looks at me in her ‘You done fucked up’ face; without saying a word.

“Keep your judgments to yourself, Hoe.” I beat her to the punch before she could say anything else slick.

“Well, I mean, the Henny did do its’ job. Shay, you made the first move and kissed Melo in front of EVERYBODY in LOTE and not to mention on LIVE. Those girls who were on LIVE were The Atlanta Shade Girls. They have over 500,000 subscribers on Instagram, and you will be the most talked about female in the city in the next 12 hours. So enjoy your last hours of freedom; this is the last bit of anonymity you will have in this city. After tonight, Melo did just like Twista & made you an Overnight Celebrity.”

What the Fuck did I just do?

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Let me know what y'all think 😌

#wrestling #carmelo hayes #trick williams #wwe nxt #wwe superstars #fanfic

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Kiss It Better

Title: Kiss It Better

Word count: 1607

Rating: Mature (nudity, innuendo, rough play)

Characters: Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley

Prompt:  Person 1 gets manhandled by Person 2 in the ring and decides to do something about it outside the ring.

Tagged: @wrestleprompts

"That was my hair!" Liv's indignant voice rose with each word. "My <i>actual</i> hair! Not just the extensions." At least one of her extensions had come loose and was beyond repair, so she dropped it in the trash. "That hurts!"

With a mock pout, Rhea mimed rubbing away tears as she made her way past Liv in Gorilla. "Maybe your hair's too long then. Some of us don't have that problem."

Liv turned on her heel. She was sure she looked like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, but she didn't care. "And you almost made me knee myself in the face!"

Rhea turned and threw her arms out wide, managing a sarcastic little bow while still walking backwards. "Not my fault you're so bendy, is it? Maybe you should talk with Zelina. She could give you some pointers." She blew Liv a kiss before rounding the corner to the interview area.

"I'm going to have a bruise on my hip too," Liv muttered, pulling down the side of her shorts to examine the sore spot. The ladies in hair and make-up weren't too busy, so she got them to check her extensions and most of them were okay; after the damaged ones were removed, Liv even had to grudgingly admit her hair looked better. Not that she would ever tell Rhea that, of course.

When she was in the locker room shower, Liv got an idea, but she knew it would be time sensitive. "Hey, Nikki, can I catch a ride back to the hotel with you tonight?" she asked as she was drying off.

Nikki's eyes widened with surprise. She and Liv were friendly enough, but they didn't hang out much outside of the arena. "Sure. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have an early flight," Liv fibbed, "and I want to get to sleep early, you know?"

Nikki nodded. "Aye. I need to get more work done on my dissertation. I was going to leave in about twenty minutes. Is that okay?

"I'll go check with Creative." Normally the bosses didn't like anyone leaving until the end of the show and Liv felt a bit bad for wanting to leave a bit early since she was usually one of the ones who would stay and sign autographs for fans, but if her plan was going to work, she needed time to be on her side. Thankfully she wasn't needed for the rest of the night—one of the few times she didn't mind the women only having three segments on the show—and she was able to pack up her bag quickly. "Good to go!" she told Nikki when she found her again. "You sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. I might stop for a coffee on the way, if that's okay," Nikki added. "You know what room-service coffee is like."

"Ick. I'll grab something too. My treat." Liv almost thought about getting a second drink, but she knew it would probably cool off before she had a chance to put her plan into action. Everything would depend on when Rhea got back to the hotel. If she went out to a club afterwards with Damian or Finn, she might not get back until after midnight, and even if Liv's actual flight wasn't an early one, she still had to get to the airport before noon.

Is this even a plan? Liv wondered as she got to her room, doing a quick walk-through out of habit. She had intentions of doing something, but calling it a plan seemed to imply something a little more complex. To waste time, she took everything she would need for the morning out of her bag and repacked the rest, plugged her phone in so it would be done charging by the time she went to bed, and checked her messages. Changing clothes took a ridiculous amount of time, but it was important to her idea: too much and the novelty might wear off; not enough and there was no challenge.

Liv watched the rest of RAW on her tablet and once the on-air portion had ended, she started her countdown. Rhea wasn't part of the dark matches, so she and most of the other wrestlers should be arriving at the hotel in half an hour. Unless she's going out, Liv thought, deflating a bit. About twenty minutes later, though, a cavalcade of rental SUV started pulling into the hotel's parking lot. It was hard to recognize many of the wrestlers in the dark and at a distance, but Damian's height helped him stand out.

Taking one last look around, Liv tucked her room card in her pocket and stood by the door, listening to all the chatter as wrestlers found their rooms. After a few incidents with creepy fans, most of the wrestlers were trying to stay on the same floor—strength in numbers. When she heard Rhea's deep laugh, she looked through the peep hole and saw her walking down the hall. Liv eased her door open just enough to see which room Rhea entered and then withdrew.

"This isn't going to work," she muttered as she waited until the influx of arrivals ended. Then Liv stepped out into the hallway and strode to Rhea's door, raising her hand as high as she could and knocking confidently.

"Dammit, Priest, let a girl breathe, would you?" Rhea's voice was muffled by the door and Liv could picture her stopping short when she looked out the peephole and saw someone completely different. The door opened slowly, but Liv noticed the security chain wasn't engaged. "Back for more?"

Meeting her gaze, Liv edged past Rhea and strode into the room, crossing her arms. Rhea hadn't even had time to settle in yet: her suitcase was open on the floor, clothing spilling out in more colours than black than Liv would have imagined. She certainly wouldn't have suspected the bright red panties. "They had to remove some of my extensions, you know."

"Aw. Poor baby. You should go short. It would be a good look for you. Little pixie." Smirking, Rhea ruffled Liv's hair as she walked past. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow. "Any more complaints?" She seemed more amused than anything.

Liv took a step closer. If she lost her nerve now, she might as well just turn around and go back to her room. Holding Rhea's gaze, she pushed the waistband of her skirt down enough to showcase the blossoming bruise on her hip. "I'm supposed to have a photo shoot soon…."

She expected Rhea to say something scathing, like Maybe you shouldn't be wrestling then, huh?, but she blinked slowly, looking up at Liv with a curiously neutral expression. "What do you want me to do about it—kiss it better?"

Yes. Liv's heart felt like it was doing pirouettes. She had pictured herself confronting Rhea and leading up to that, maybe even attempting a strip tease, but any flirtatiousness she had felt had frozen up. "It's a start," she said haughtily. "You really sho—" She yelped when Rhea pulled her in, one hand suspiciously close to her ass, and kissed the small bruise.

"Better now?" Rhea asked, the question gliding over Liv's hip. She didn't let go, didn't sit back, didn't move. "Anything else?" Rhea smirked as she stood, sliding a hand into Liv's hair. "Oh, right. I almost made you knee yourself in the face, didn't I?" She tilted Liv's head to the side, hemming and hawing for a moment. "Oh, there it is." She dipped her head to kiss Liv's jaw.

There was nothing—oh. Liv shivered a bit as Rhea planted another kiss on her jaw before stepping back. "Thank you. I didn't notice that one."

Rhea brushed her thumb over Liv's jaw. "Not surprised. Maybe I should see what else you missed. You took the Riptide pretty hard." She spun Liv around and pushed her down on the bed.

Liv's breath caught when she felt Rhea lift the hem of her shirt. "My back is a little sore," she murmured, sighing when Rhea's fingers paused at her bra.

"Yeah? Like… right about here?" Rhea loosened the hooks on Liv's bra and pushed the straps to the side before kissing her shoulder blade.

"Mmhmm. And… and on the other side too." Liv's fingers scrambled to grab her shirt and pull it out of Rhea's way.

Rhea pushed Liv's bra and shirt up as far as she could. "Probably your other hip too. I should check." Running her hands down Liv's back, Rhea curled her fingers around the waistband of Liv's skirt and her panties, tugging both down to her thighs. "Yep, I was right. Right… here."

While Rhea was busy kissing her other hip, Liv wriggled out of her shirt and bra, batting them away as best she could. Rhea's grip on her thighs made her gasp. "That's… that's probably going to bruise too."

"I should kiss it better now then, huh?" Rhea pulled Liv's tangle of panties and skirt down and off, pulling her shoes off too as she turned Liv over onto her back. "Or maybe I should just stop, you know, since you're so delicate. What's that saying? You bruise like a peach?" Her hand curved around Liv's hip and pinched her ass.

Liv pulled Rhea down on to her and kissed her. It felt strange, being naked while Rhea was fully clothed, but she hoped to change that soon. "I can take it," she whispered, wrapping her legs around Rhea's waist, "as long as you kiss it better."

#wrestleprompts #combatfaerie fic #liv/rhea fic

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023- Day 19- Part 5

After Dark

Finally, that good, sweet lemony, smutty goodness. Hopefully the sweetness and happy ending was worth all the angst. And hopefully it didn't traumatize you like it did me when I had to live through a lot of this myself.

Part 5

After Dark

But that night, you noticed that your roommate snuck out of the room. 

“Where are you going?” You whispered. 

“To go get laid.” She whispered back with a giggle.

“Oh, well, have fun.” You urged her. 

“You don’t want to come?” She asked. 

“No thanks. I need my sleep.” You politely refused. 

“Eh, your loss, but I’m pretty sure Blaze will be talking Zach into going too.” She said before you ripped your covers off. 

“Where?” You asked. 

“This way, follow me.” She whispered before you both creeped out of the room and down to one of the physical therapy rooms where there was basically an all out orgy. But as much as your eyes looked for Zach but didn’t see him as you blew out a breath of relief and then came back to your room just in time to see Blaze bring back his ladies of choice for the night before Zach exited the room not long after. 

“Zach.” You whispered as he immediately turned towards the sound of your voice but couldn’t see you. 

“Ellie?” He asked as his eyes looked into the inky darkness before you came out and closer to him before the white in your fins caught the lights of the hallway so he could see your outline. 

“Yeah, wanna find some refuge from…that?” You asked. 

“Yes please.” He offered as he pulled blanket over himself more. 

“My roommate left, so it’s just me in here. Come on.” You invited before he readily followed you before he put his blanket out on the floor. 

“Here, this bed is big enough for the both of us. You don’t have to sleep on the floor, unless you really want to, but I figured since we already…” You trailed off before he practically bolted from the floor into the bed with you before he gathered you up into his arms and wrapped you up into the blanket he had and suddenly the both of you finally felt comfortable enough to actually drift into a deep restful sleep, but not before he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head as it was nestled into his chest as he was happy to finally feel the feeling his parents always described. That- ‘I’m lost without you. And with you- I’m home, no matter where we are’ feeling. 

But just before dawn, Missy woke Zach up. 

“Hey, you need to get back in your bed. The day nurses are about to come on shift.” She urged him before he simply tried to detangle himself from you and replaced himself with his own blanket before he slipped from the room just as Blaze’s “guests” left the room before Zach used the provided blanket to get back into bed. 

“So where’d you spend your night?” Blaze asked once Zach settled into bed. 

“None of your business.” Zach brushed off. 

“Mmmhmm. You smell pretty guppy to me.” Blaze teased and grinned more smugly when Zach bristled but had to take a calming breath to keep himself in check. 

“Don’t worry, she’ll reveal herself when she returns your pretty homemade blanket.” Blaze added and laughed when Zach actually huffed. 

“Oh quit your huffing and puffing. As far as I can tell she’s all yours, cause no one else is at all interested, so no need to get all jealous and possessive or threatened by me or anyone else.” Blaze waved off before he rolled over to get some more sleep. 

“Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. And if I’m the only one who can see her for the jewel she is, that’s fine with me. It’s my gain and everyone else’s loss then.” Zach muttered as he was already rolled away and hiked the blanket up to his chin. 

“Mmmhmmm.” Blaze hummed in agreement as he drifted off to sleep. 

Part 6 

Negotiations For Happiness 

You woke up and had to change smocks again because sleeping with Zach had kickstarted your own maturation and development and practically kicked it into overdrive. And you waited until everyone else had gone to breakfast to return Zach’s blanket to his bed before you hurried to get to breakfast and get through the line, but to your surprise, Zach wasn’t at the table you had eaten your last few meals on, and not at his old table either. In fact he wasn’t…anywhere. 

“Where’s Zach?” You asked your group. 

“Oh he was waiting for you by the head of the line, but a nurse came and got him and took him to get his bandages changed. He’ll be right back.” Missy answered. 

“Oh.” You said before you got a space at the end so you’d keep a space open for him when he would come to breakfast as you kept your eyes on the entrance to keep on the lookout for him. But he never came. And you tried to wait until the very last moment before you were urged to go to the learning annex to continue with your lessons. 

And he wasn’t in there either and you couldn’t stop yourself from fearing that you’d not see him again and barely got a single lesson done since you kept looking at the door to the room - every time someone entered or left it and it was never him. And by lunch, you were still on the lookout, but couldn’t find him and had lost your appetite from worry. And by dinner you were ravenous for food from missing eating enough at lunch but you simply kept eating while you refused to take your eyes away from the entrance. And when he didn’t come, you went back to the room, and blew out a breath that his things were still there. But it hadn’t changed since you were here last. 

And when it was lights off, Missy left and you used Blaze bringing in his new “guests” into the room to practically slither across the floor under them and out of sight and crept into the room and then slipped into the bed under his blanket. And while it still smelled like him. It had started to go a bit stale and your soul ached as you really started to miss him. 

Then the door opened again and it was a nurse.

“Ahem!” The nurse grunted as you immediately slipped from the bed to the floor between Zach’s bed and the wall and then quickly wedged under the bed to keep yourself from being caught. 

“I expect this out of the guppies. But you mollies are just as guilty of this. Ladies, time to call it a night.” She urged as she made sure the girls left the room as Zach slinked into the room and got into bed. 

“Now get some rest.” She urged them before she shut the door. 

“Your timing sucks. How come you are coming back so late? I thought you’d be moving out of here any minute now.” Blaze complained to Zach as he pulled the blanket back and got a whiff of your scent before he carefully slipped into bed and got the blanket over him as gently as he could to keep the scent as close as he could get it to be.  

“I’ll stop cramping your style tomorrow afternoon.” Zach offered as your heart broke and sunk in your chest before Zach rolled onto his stomach and reached down, feeling to see if you were anywhere close before you tentatively touched his hand with yours before he was quick to move over and lean over the bed to see you under the bed as he smiled in relief to see you and then used his hold to pull out from under the bed and into it with him before he used the blanket to wrap you both into a cocoon as you silently cried in the darkness as you wrapped your arms around yourself and tried to keep to yourself as you bit your lip to keep yourself from making much of a sound. 

“Ok, so this blanket is pretty sound proof so we can talk, as long as we do so softly.” Zach said. 

“So you’re leaving tomorrow?” You asked as you hated how pitiful your voice sounded. And you really hated how he gathered you into his arms and your body practically melted into his. 

“Well, yeah. I actually need to be the first person to tell you what happened today, I was going to try to sneak into your room had the nurse not been such a hard fin.” He began. 

Honestly, you didn’t care if it would practically rip you half, you wanted all of it as you were already overly eager to have all or as at least as much of him in you as possible and with a just a little prodding, his cock speared the mucus membrane that had formed from your womanly canal and the relief yet exhilarating to feel him fill and stretch you to your max. But all you wanted was him and that’s all your body was able to handle apparently. And the moan that seemed to spill right from your heart through your throat and right into him and the primal growling rumble back only seemed to open you up even more as he was able to suddenly seat all of his plainly massive cock right into you and practically into your egg sac that was already seeded itself and the head of his cock had already passed the entrance from the canal to the sac so that every precious sperm would have no choice but to find an egg of yours and only your eggs. 

"Then I guess I should be the first to say my goodbyes huh?” You guessed before you started to say as you could still appreciate how soft his skin was before you decided to go for broke and pulled your face up to his to kiss him as he seemed shocked still for a moment before you broke the kiss.

“Thanks for being my…mmpf” You began to thank him to try to untangle from him. But he was suddenly pulling you back and flush as his lips were searching for yours as he pressed and peppered kisses all over your face before his lips finally rejoined yours and eagerly kissing you back and before you knew it, you were pinned underneath him as the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you as he- in a few pulls, untied your smock and untied his own to press his whole body up against yours and stroking up and down your body as your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders to hold him as close to you as possible as your kisses deepened and before you knew it, his cock had speared the space between your belly and his own. 

It was when he started to stroke himself in and out of you, that’s when wave after wave of pleasure soon delightfully coursed and flowed through every fiber of your being. And when Zach’s mouth left yours to press salacious kisses to your jaw and especially your neck, it allowed you to catch your breath as it had to become labored to keep up with the needs of your body and when his mouth found your breasts, just at about the time his cock was reaching every pleasure point your canal had, your back arched off the bed and even pushed him up with you as your fingers took fistfulls of his hair to keep his mouth right there as your orgasm seemed to deliciously electrify you and when that happened, your canal practically clamped around Zach’s cock and began to undulate and massage his cock just as the head turned bulbous to keep it in your egg sac as he had to bite down on your collar bone to keep himself from making too much noise as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your hips down to seat himself as deep into you as he possibly could as his whole body tensed and then jerked with each rope of seed that left him to disperse into you before he rode out the last of it while you did the same before both of your bodies seemed to relax as he moved his arms up so he would not hurt or crush you. 

“No, I want all of it, all of you.” You whispered as you hugged him tight before he caved and moved his arms under you so that he held all of you into his arms as he appreciated how much you had grown and filled out in the last couple of days so the didn’t feel like a giant trying to fuck a small fry. 

“Well, this more or less answers all the questions I was going to ask you when I saw you in the morning.” Zach whispered with a soft laugh in your ear as his face nestled next to yours so you both could catch your breath. 

“Questions? What questions?” You asked. 

“Well, if you liked me and liked me enough that you could, or had, or have- I should say- um, feelings for me that, you’d want to be my mate and leave with me tomorrow to my new tank.” He asked. 

“Really?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I mean, it won’t be like the one you grew up in and it won’t be like the one I grew up in but something in the middle.” He answered. 

“Really?” You asked as happy tears flooded your eyes as you could feel him smile as brightly as you were suddenly smiling. 

“Oh yeah.” He assured you. 

“I thought I was gonna lose you forever.” You admitted as tears flooded your eyes anew.

“Never. Starting now, no more lies or secrets or impostering to people who don’t give a shit about anyone or anything except themselves.” He reassured you as he lifted his head and let his fingers drift through your hair before cupping your cheek, only to use his thumb to wipe away the tears as they made the water around your eyes blurry, but only for a moment. 

“Sounds perfect.” You grinned. 

“So what took you all day?” You asked. 

“Negotiations. Negotiating for us to get the hell out of here and getting out together. You were supposed to go into a special showcase and then go into new aggressive breeding group with your next of kin to get more of your recessive gene. But, since I know you don’t want that, it just so happens that my dad is from the same strain that your parents are. So because I’m a hybrid. And a gold chameleon beta mix to boot. Means, that your recessive mixed with my own genetics, means that our kids will be hybrids- but get the best of both worlds. With being chameleon, they will be able to express the recessive pattern if they are not already naturally born with it. And we will be in a showroom for the celebration- but only special occasions, otherwise, we won’t be spending day in and day out smiling and waiving to a never ending revolving line of people there to see us as a prop.” He explained. 

“But what about our kids? What will their lives be like?” You asked. 

“That will be up to them. But chances are- they’ll not go through the same hell we went through. They will be the best kind of special. Without the patronizing, or the superiority complex or the inferiority complex either.” He reassured you. 

“Ok.” You nodded before his cock softened enough and your canal loosened up before it finally seemed to set him free but all he did was simply move to lay beside you instead of over you but you still turned with him before he untucked the blanket and peeked out only to see Blaze already gone from his bunk, and probably off picking up where he had left off. 

“I guess we didn’t have to stay so quiet.” Zach murmured. 

“Next time- we won’t be.” You reassured him as sleep started to pull you down as for yet another night, you were happy and content to be in his arms, your ear over his chest to hear his steady heart. 

The next morning, Blaze’s “guest” woke you up early so you’d both make it back to your rooms for the morning nurse’s check in while you had to change your smock again because now you were definitely pregnant and sporting the bump just as much as your breasts and ass had pushed out too. But thanks to all the new pregnancy hormones, you had fully healed, and simply wore it as more of a formality as you were happy to pack up your meager belongings and simply lay in bed and wait. 

And sure enough, the escort came with the morning nurse, after she inspected you and medically cleared you- the escort and informed you that you were being moved to your permanent tank with Zachilichiza Merche as your mate. 

And you were never so happy to hand your things over to the luggage cart the escort’s assistants brought over with them as Zach put his own things on the cart before you left there, hand in hand. 

“Oh, my fins.” You gasped softly when you saw the utter masterpiece that was Zach’s tank- that had fun “passage ways” to the several other orbs that belonged to the others while all the orbs also connected to a large center that was more or less like it’s own little town, if not, more like an all inclusive resort. Reserved for only the most special of occupants. All of them were just like you or just like Zach. All of you either were hybrids. Or had super rare recessive genes that you were hoping to pass on to the next generation. Some of the “couples” were paired purely out of genetics and were learning to at least like each other enough to get along, while other couples were like you and Zach- threatened to flood the place if you didn’t get the mate you had already chosen because if the owners wanted you to play nice and give them what they wanted, your demands were going to be met, come hell or high water. 

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I'm Fine part 2

Part 1

forgot to add this earlier but this is part 2 of the prompt from @whumpshaped

CW: Discussion of past trauma, self-loathing, self-deprecation, bottling up emotions, crying, past emotional and physical abuse mention, heavily implied past kidnapping, past kidnapping mention (different character), lady whump, magic used to snap character back to reality, implied brain washing, characters wanting to kill whumper, character called sweetie but not in a bad way? kind alike calling your cat sweetie cos she's the cutest little furball of a tortie you have ever met.

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This ends in fluff i swear

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The soft rapping of knuckles on her door startled Marlie from the spiraling train of thought. She stiffly got off her bed, releasing the unconscious grip she had on her arms. Slowly, Marlie made her way to the door, opening it cautiously, surprised to see Dawn's worried expression.

"Hey Sweetie, how was dinner? Cedar said something upset you." Dawn knew getting to the point was best, sugarcoating anything always made her sister more anxious. Marlie lifted her empty and scared eyes, the widened and she quickly let Dawn in mumbling something Dawn couldn't make out.

Marlie took several deep breaths, her heart racing faster as her thoughts became reminded her of her place.

Why would anyone help you? Dawn only came to check on you because it's her job. She's the healer so of course she checks on anyone. She hates you. Hates how you were hurt. How weak you are. She only tolerated you when you grew up. Alice was right. She should have taken you sooner, hurt you more often. Not just with her words either.

Dawn noticed the thousand yard stare Marlie's eyes held, the tears being held back even then. When this happened Marlie was almost unreachable, her mind blocking out anything in her environment it could.

I don't like doing this, but Marlie could get worse. It's better to snap her out of it now and slowly than to startle her. Dawn's fingertips glowed, her dark skin and palms becoming a lavender shade as she slowly summoned a dust. Carefully, the fairy blew the dust in Marlie's direction, watching as her sister slowly came to.

"You alright Marlie?" Dawn sat by her side. eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Marlie nodded, wincing at the skeptical look that crossed her sister's face. "Yeah, just freaked out over a plate breaking. Alice did so much worse. You didn't need to waste your study time on me, Dawn. I'm fine." She said, reaching to pinch the bridge of her nose, hiding the tears beginning to sting her eyes.

"This is what I was worried about, Mar. You think you have to be happy all the time and never feel hurt or sick or upset. Checking on my sister and best friend does not waste my time." Dawn's firm voice still had a gentleness to it. The tone of voice she used when Bear did something stupid and then tried to get out of resting. Seeing the tears beginning to slowly trickle down Marlie's cheeks, she sighed quietly, silently cursing when her sister flinched away.

"I can't. I hate feeling like this! I want to let out my emotions. I want to be able to talk about them! I j-just can't. I've been trying so hard and I can't." Marlie rarely raised her voice, only ever doing it when she has reached her breaking point. A choked sob escaped her before she continued. "Y-you don't get it. Alice beat me into shoving them down more than I did before. I-if I fucking breathed wrong she'd hit me until I begged her to stop. Then she'd starve me for days for begging. I-I want to work through this. I-I do but- but," Marlie stopped, crying overtaking her small form. She still tried to speak, choked syllables unintelligible as the fairy completely broke down.

Dawn hesitated for a moment, debating on offering a hug as Marlie threw herself into her arms. Her shaking hands clung to the soft fabric on Dawn's sweater, tears soaking her shoulder. Slowly, the healer returned the embrace gently, placing one hand on Marlie's head and the other on her mid-back- avoiding her wings. "I'm sorry, I wish I had known sooner. You're gonna be okay. Just cry it out; you don't need to talk about anything. No one will starve or hurt you here." The reassurances felt flat and meaningless, Dawn having repeated them several times before. Still, the chance it could help Marlie without using magic to control her was worth every word.

Dawn found herself humming quietly, a lullaby she had learned from her mother easing the twins' fear.

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Cedar watched anxiously as Harley and Bear prepared to leave. All of them had heard Marlie's cries. Bear pulling Cedar into their arms and assuring him Marlie will heal. Heal in a safe way, no more painful healing for anyone. The brainwashing spells have been outlawed for centuries.

Harley gave him a pat on the head, offering assurance they would be back with Bear before lunch the next day. The two had always wanted revenge, for Cedar and, now Marlie. With his tormentor, Cedar escaped because the human had died and a family member released him. Marlie wasn't as lucky- the team taking two years to find her and being lucky the iron from something in the dungeon had yet to kill her. Now, Bear and Harley were going to make sure Alice never touched her again.

Cedar closed his book, realizing he had zoned out for- he had no idea, placing the bookmark on the last page he recognized before closing it. He had to check on Marlie. The fairy was only 105, still so young in comparison to the many over a thousand.

He stood from the couch, fidgeting with his hands as he walked to Marlie's bedroom door. Knocking, he waited for permission, only opening the door when Marlie said he could enter.

"Hey Mar, you feeling any better?" he asked, sitting in a chair nearby.

Marlie nodded, leaning against Dawn and yawning. "Yeah, sorry for being loud."

Cedar dismissed her, "Nah, its all good! I was wondering if you wanted to go foraging tomorrow?" Marlie nodded, eyelids drooping more and more and exhaustion overtook her.

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