#but you know patience is not one of my strongest virtues

[milkycottoncandy]

Give Yourself To Me And More

Attuma of Talokan x Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, obsessive behavior, somewhat dark!Attuma, rough (consensual) sex, choking, tit slapping, breeding kink, dirty talk

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Summary: Attuma liked to think he was a patient man. Being Talokan's commanding general has taught him how to stay composed in stressful situations, and for the most part he knows patience is a virtue. However, you test his limits everyday with your lingering touches, bright smile, and kind words that make it hard for him to hold back, to leave you untouched and still pure. But like all the strongest of men, eventually they must fall.

Word Count: 2,895

Skip to the three *** if all you want to read is the smut (I'm not judging at all lol).

Translations:

Ma', in querida- No, my darling

In yakunaj- my darling

Author's Note: Hello my Attuma sluts!! Decided to give you guys this and I hope y'all enjoy it. This is my first time writing smut so please, be nice! I will only accept constructive criticism and no hate will be tolerated. Besides that, please enjoy!

Do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or repost my works. Reblog's are fine.

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It felt like Chaac himself was testing him.

He was solely focused on making the surface world and all who inhabited it, who forced his people into the dark, cold, unforgiving depths of the ocean, pay for their crimes, all while being confronted by the dangers that were at every corner. Dangers like you.

To him, you were a radiant goddess, and this world was unworthy of your existence. You were always beautiful from the beginning, and it seemed like each time you both interacted with each other, his feelings became even stronger. What made it worse is you always focused your attention on him. You would bring him homemade lunches, offer to massage the aches in his body after he was done training, be the first to welcome him back after a successful mission, and so much more. It was a miracle he hadn't died from a heart attack with the way it always swelled when he was near you.

You were the light in his life, and it didn't help that you started to appear in his dreams and late-night fantasies, making him feel shameful the morning after. In his mind, he had taken you many times, taking pleasure from you like a lover. You were begging him, touching him, letting him touch you, making him feel less lonely when you weren't near him. You were the reason to keep Talokan safe. You were something worth fighting for. In his mind, you were his, and he was yours.

But reality would reel him back in, like a fish attached to a hook, and he would remember you were simply being the kind person you always were. You laughed and smiled with everyone, you were amazing with children, and you never hesitated to offer help when asked. It's like you were taunting him with your gentle affections, always holding his hand and pulling him to somewhere more private so you both could indulge yourselves in each other's lives. He loved when you would hug him, you felt so soft in his arms, and he would kill a thousand men if that meant never having to let you go. He adored you. If you told him to jump, he'd say how high.

You were enchanting.

You were mesmerizing.

You were a danger to his sanity and beyond distracting.

Attuma wondered how long this would go on. How long he would pine for you, yearn for your attention, for you to say his name like you loved him, pretend like the thought of someone else sweeping you off your feet wasn't possible. That was his worst fear, waiting too long and someone taking you from him. He would kill that person with no hesitation. Would there ever be an end to this madness? Was he doomed for eternity to feel this way about you? Would he be forced to act like you weren't the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when sleep would finally overtake him?

One night, he decided it was enough. You pushed him to the limit, and he was going to be honest with you about his feelings. On the way to your house, his mind was a sea of questions and doubts.

What if she doesn't feel the same way?

What if I ruin what we have?

What if she thinks I'm unworthy?

What will I do without her? Without my light?

By the time he got to your front door, he had thought of everything that could go wrong. For a moment, he wanted to turn back. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want things to change in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable around him. Despite his uncertainty, he gently knocked on your door and waited.

You swiftly opened the door, and it was like all his thoughts drifted away into nothingness. You were wearing a blue silk nightgown that outlined your body perfectly, and Attuma had to control himself from staring at your cleavage. Your eyes brightened, and that smile that made him feel weak slowly adorned your face.

"Attuma!" you squealed in excitement and hugged him, digging your face into his neck. You smelled amazing, like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

He hugged you back and, for a moment, felt like maybe the world wasn't so bad since you were in it. He felt you pull back, and he looked to see you admiring him. You both stilled, and, in a way, were speaking to each other with your eyes. You both had been friends for so long that verbal communication wasn't always necessary.

"Please, come in" you slide your hands down his arms to his, gently pulling him into your house. He followed willingly, and once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him.

 Attuma loved your house. The beautiful decorations, the smell, the atmosphere. Everything.

Your light touch to his back shook him out of his thoughts, and you led him to the familiar couch you both have sat on more times than he could count. You relaxed into the cushions while facing him with a smile, which he returned.

"What brings you here, my warrior?" you asked, taking his hand and delicately tracing his palm while you waited for his answer. Namora and K'uk'ulkan were right. You were going to be the death of him.

Attuma felt like he had fallen into ice water. He remembered the reason why he was here, to tell you how he felt. At this rare moment, the fearless general was scared. A part of him wanted to lie, come up with an excuse that he wanted to simply talk with you, and that was all. But you didn't deserve that. No, you deserved everything and so much more. He quietly swallowed, and he braced himself for all the possible scenarios that could happen.

"Y/N, I have to tell you something," he stated, taking your hands in his and scooting closer toward you on the couch.

He never took his eyes off yours, and you felt your body tingling under his gaze. He could sense your nervousness and continued with his confession.

"I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings stronger than love. Feelings I can't hide from you anymore."

The room was silent. You looked at him with a mix of shock and surprise. His face was serious and unchanging. Attuma didn't like this, and the doubts started to rear their ugly heads back into his mind.

You idiot, you really thought she would feel the same? Now she's gonna hate you forever, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Attuma wanted to leave. Leave and never come back. He knew this was a bad idea. He shouldn't have let his selfishness get the better of him. And now he was going to lose you forever. He was going to lose you, and it would be no one's fault but his. Why would he ever thi-

"I feel the same," you whispered. He thought he was dreaming. He had to be. He was going to wake up in his empty bed and realize none of this was real.

Oh, but it was real. Here you were, looking at him with nothing but love and understanding. You smiled, not in a mocking way, but in a genuine way. You had felt strongly about Attuma since the day you laid your eyes on him. You dropped so many hints that, to you, went unnoticed. The soft touches, the persisting looks, the sincere compliments, and so much more. In your mind, he was yours, and you were his. Your body felt like it was on fire, excitement slowly bubbling inside you.

Attuma didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams admitted that she felt the same about him. He was like a deer in headlights, still and unmoving.

Say something, you fool.

"…You do?" he breathed, his eyes slowly softened.

Chaac, you're hopeless.

"I do," you answered, your tone was nothing but sincere.

The sight was laughable, two love-stricken fools gazing into each other's eyes like lovesick puppies. But you and Attuma didn't care. He loved you, and you loved him, and that's all that mattered.

Attuma paused. He didn't think this would happen. He knew every battle strategy, where and when to strike the enemy, how to keep them in a position where they couldn't win, but being with you, it's like he forgot everything. But he did know one thing. He wanted you.

He wanted you bad.

"May I kiss you, Y/N?" he pleaded desperately. Of course, he was a gentleman, and if you said no, he would be perfectly fine with that. For you, he would wait as long as you believed he needed to.

"Yes," you replied, ecstatic and smiling so hard your mouth started to hurt.

***

He gently grabbed your face, and your lips collided with his, moving in perfect sync like waves against the shore. It started off innocent but gradually became more animalistic and primal, and soon you were straddling his waist while his large hands cupped your ass. You decided to tease him by grinding on his manhood, causing a low groan to emit from his throat that made your pussy shiver. He teased you back by pulling your hair, revealing your neck, and started to litter the area with kisses and love bites, going lower and lower. You uncontrollably moaned, unaware of his hands drifting up toward the straps of your nightgown. He suddenly yanked down both the straps and massaged your breasts, uttering a groan while massaging the soft skin in his hands.

"So beautiful for me," he praised, his large hand wrapping around your throat, making you whimper. 

You moaned like a whore. A dirty, filthy whore. And Attuma wanted all of it. He wanted all of you.

"Attuma," you whispered, eyelids growing heavy as you struggled to stay conscious. It felt like he was squeezing the life out of you, and you felt your vision start to cloud until he roughly pulled you towards him.

"Ma', querida, you're not getting out of this that easily," he slapped your breast, making you scream. He then kissed your hot skin as an apology.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted by the giant brute and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs, somewhat around his large waist. He swiftly made his way towards your bedroom, eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your room, he gently laid you on your bed, and you shivered, questioning what his next move would be. Silently, he slid your nightgown off your body, leaving you in your blue panties that were soaked with your arousal. For some reason, you felt self-conscious, and your hands were attempting to shield your body from his gaze. 

"Don't you dare," he warned, and you listened without hesitation, your hands retreating back to your sides.

Attuma then made his way on top of you, touching and kissing every part of your body. He eventually made his way to your underwear, and he bit down on the material, slowly pulling them off and revealing your wetness. You gasped at the sight. You couldn't believe this was happening. Without warning, he raised your legs and rested them upon his shoulders, his mouth only inches away from your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg him, you shrieked as he licked your cunt. Your eyes widened, and you screamed as Attuma clamped his mouth around your clit and sucked relentlessly, rolling the bud with his tongue and making your legs shake. You were instantly wet, juices gushing out of you. Lewd noises filled the room as he devoured you, mixed with your vulgar profanities while you desperately grinded on his tongue. 

You trembled under him, reduced to nothing but a panting mess as you could do nothing but take it. You held onto the bed sheets for dear life and sobbed as he gave you the best orgasm you've ever had. 

Attuma drank every drop of your wetness, feeling your pussy shake against his lips. He could've stayed between your legs forever, but he had bigger plans to get to. 

Begrudgingly, he released your clit from his mouth and laid your legs down. He slowly moved back to the edge of the bed and stood tall, admiring his work. He wiped his mouth and started to undress, and you caught a glimpse of his battle scars covering his body. He truly was magnificent. 

Your eyes moved further down to his cock. It was hard and girthy, and you noticed precum oozing out of the tip. You swallowed. This was going to be a night to remember. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, rubbing his dick against your pussy. Nothing could brace you for what was about to happen next.

You screamed as he slammed himself inside you, stretching you open and filling you up. You looked to see your belly bulging with the shape of his cock, it was completely obscene. 

Attuma groaned; you were so deliciously tight around him, your soft walls pulling him in as he rutted up against you. He grabbed your hips with a bruising force and pulled you impossibly closer, your tits flushed against his chest. He fit inside you so perfectly, and you took him so well, it made him wonder why he had waited. He should have done this a long time ago.

He set a brutal pace as he repeatedly pounded into you, causing the bed to shake and your eyes to roll back. He couldn't take his eyes off the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. You looked so dumb and pretty, just like in his fantasies he imagined and touched himself to in the late hours of the night. Your moans were sweeter than any siren song, and Attuma wanted to hear you sing for him more.

"You're so wet," he grunted,  pulling out and slamming back in.

"You're a little slut, aren't you? This is what you wanted all along, isn't that right?" You shook your head and cried, it was too much, and you screamed as his dick continued smacking against your womb.

"A-Attuma, please slow down. You're going to break me!" You wailed, trying to push him away.

"I. Don't. Care", he snarled, pounding hard into you after every word. You felt a hand on your throat, and your pussy squeezed him even more. 

"Naughty little girl," he teased as he kissed and sucked on your neck. "Wanting my cock like the dirty slut you are. I'm gonna make sure you're pregnant with our babies. That's what you want, isn't it?" 

"No! N-No, please!" You begged. That wasn't true. You marveled at the thought of having his children. You felt so horny, feeling his dick pounding into you. Attuma leaned forward and held you in a tight embrace, forcing you to look at him as you slowly surrendered to your desires.

"You're mine," he growled. "Only mine. Say it!"

"I'm yours!" you shouted. You didn't care if everyone in Talokan heard you. You only cared about who was on top of you, who was worshiping you, who was inside you. You were so painfully close to another orgasm, and Attuma knew it. 

"Cum for me, in yakunaj," he pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. You could barely speak, barely form a coherent thought as that familiar ache started to build up in your core. You were getting closer, and you loved it, the feeling of coming undone in front of him. 

Attuma bit into your shoulder and you threw your head back and came. Your pussy squirted around his cock, and you almost passed out from the pleasure. Your back arched as he came inside you, filling you up with his warm seed. You moaned his name as your body twitched against him, trying to regain some sense of normality. That was the best sex you've ever had in your life. 

For a while, you both stayed like that, gasping for air while he remained deep in your warmness. Sadly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the empty feeling. His cum felt dangerously good inside you, and you shivered, basking in the fact that he claimed you, ruining you for anyone else. You looked up to see your lover, who was also coming down from his high.

Attuma looked beautifully wrecked, his hair a mess and sweat glistening on his body. You didn't look too bad either, but you weren't complaining. You pulled him down for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated. You were both tired but happy.

"Attuma," you sighed exasperatedly, "that was amazing," you praised. He smiled and caressed your cheek with his hand. You giggled and kissed his palm, running your thumb over where your lips once were. He returned the action and held your hand to his heart. You felt your body heat up at the gesture. You sat up and started peppering his face with kisses, and he did the same to you. 

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, my warrior."

And at that moment, Attuma's world shined even brighter now that you were his.

End.

Thank you so much for reading!💙

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[scavengerssuccotash]

How do you think clintasha has sex like they give me the type to try some bdsm things and sometimes they are soft and then sometimes it’s rough because one almost dies

Was wondering when we would get to the sex. My favorite topic! I could go on for days…ha! Days!

This is pure filth. I am. So. Sorry! 🥴

They are not afraid to experiment when it comes to pleasure in the bedroom. You name it they’ve either tried it or talked about and decided it wasn’t for them. Before Natasha Clint was a bit of a fuck boy. He slept with half of E-wing before deciding to give it a go at stability with Bobbie or Birdie as he calls her. Their relationship might not have lasted but Clint’s fondness for delivering a firm hand stuck around.

I picture both Clint and Nat as switches and very fluid. They don’t subscribe to the rigid boundaries of dominate and submissive, but if forced to pin down a label Clint would argue he’s more of a soft dominate type. He thoroughly enjoys being a tease and toying with Natasha’s pleasure. (The little shit!) He can and has spent an hour or two working her up, be it with his mouth between her thighs or his fingers dancing across her nipples, pinching and twisting them to hard points, Clint finds it intoxicating to see just how worked up he can make her before ultimately sliding in. Will she beg? Will she demand it in Russian? Arabic?…Italian?

It’s safe to say that Clint Barton, master of patience is perfectly content to hold off on his end if it means getting Nat to squirm for it. He is undoubtedly the king of wait and see.

Patience as they say is a virtue.

Clint is also a very adapt dirty talker. He’s filthy, especially when he’s in the throes of his own passion and drowning in Natasha’s encouragements which Natasha of course loves. He’s careful with his word choice I don’t picture him using derogatory language but more praise like. He makes sure Natasha knows exactly how good she feels and just how gorgeous she looks giving it.

Natasha on the other hand likes being in control. There’s something very spine tingling powerful to see a man who has spent twelve hours in the rain perfectly still for a shot completely fall apart beneath her. It’s quite possibly the strongest aphrodisiac she’s ever come across. Sure, she’s brought men to their knees with the swell of her breast alone, but those were weak men, pitiful and pathetic men. Men who held her in no regard to her pleasure or endeavored to ever ask what she might consider an enthusiastic night between the sheets. Clint however. Well, he’s the only man to have ever made her cum with his mouth between her thighs. He is also the only man she would ever allow to hold her down and do all the delicious things he does.

There’s a trust that comes with a certain amount of submission, and if she were to adhere to the strict definition then the trust that she has for and with Clint certainly meets that threshold.

Seriously I could go one for ages on this one. I’ve been thinking about these two fucking since 2012, I have a LOT of brain rot in this area! LOL

As for the soft. When it’s soft, it’s SOFT! I’m talking gentle rocking, a certain four letter word collecting and pooling into clavicles and a lot of open mouthed kisses. When it’s soft it’s slow and tender and healing in a lot of ways, Natasha holds his head to her chest and murmurs her love for him and holds him close with a hand on the small of his back. Clint brushes her hair and promises her the moon with a hand on her hip. Clint might have cried once but he will feverishly argue with you on that. I cannot say for certain. It’s classified.

#ask me #naughty naughty #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #fandom #soft headcanons #smutty headcanons #smut

[integra1127grimmreaper]

His Warrior Princess - Part ten

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Part 9

“Father, you called for me?”

“Ah, Visenya…” your father smiles at you in greeting as you entered his chambers.

“Have a seat, we have much to speak about.”

With furrowed brows, you took the seat across from him.

“I have decided to add your sister onto the Small Council.”

“That makes sense” you nod.

“She is the heir, but what does this have to do with me?”

“Your sister has become quite guarded these days, the only person that she trusts anywhere close to her; is you.”

“Because we are twins” you reply matter-of-factly.

“It has always been that way.”

“That is why I know for a fact that when the time comes for her to rule, the only person she would want by her side; is you.”

“Of course, I shall be there to support Rhaenyra” you nod.

“I am not speaking of your support as her sister” your father waves his hand in response.

“I meant as The Hand... you and I both know that Rhaenyra would want no one other but you as her Hand, The Hand of The Queen.”

“I suppose” you shrug.

“I still do not know why I am here though…”

“Patience has never been your strongest virtue” your father smiles at you.

“I want you present at the Small Council as well. You shall be present at all of the meetings, only to listen and learn though.”

“As you wish, Father” you nod in agreement.

“Father, may I have a word?” Harwin enters Lyonel’s chambers.

“Have a seat” Lyonel gestures.

“What is it that you wish to speak of?”

“The Princess Visenya…”

Lyonel straightens up in his seat.

“What of her?”

“I would like your assistance in asking the King for her hand in marriage.”

“The Princess Visenya?” Lyonel sternly stares at his son.

“Her hand in marriage? Are you certain of your decision?”

With a lovestruck smirk upon his face, Harwin nods in response.

“Quite certain, Father.”

The sternness of Lyonel’s face turns to a joyous smile then.

“It seems my assumptions were correct then…”

Harwin’s brow furrows in confusion at his father’s remark.

“I had an inkling that you might be enamoured with her…”

“Was I that obvious?” Harwin smirks.

“Quite so” Lyonel remarks with a chuckle.

“May I ask, what is it that drew you to the Princess Visenya?”

“I have never met a woman like her…” Harwin responds with a distant look of wonder in his eyes.

“She is both beautiful and strong, fierce yet kind-hearted… a true warrior woman. What better match for the strongest knight in the seven kingdoms, than the strongest woman?”

“What better, aye…?” Lyonel chuckles.

“I shall speak with the King.”

“Thank you, Father…”

“Your father tells me that you wish to marry my daughter?” King Viserys eyes Harwin through narrowed gaze.

“That is correct, your Grace…” Harwin remains eye contact.

“And why should I give my blessing to your request?”

“I could give you many reasons as to why, your Grace…” Harwin confidently remarks.

“Yet, I shall only state the most important one of all.”

The King raises a brow at his remark.

“And that is?”

“Quite simply… I love your daughter, your Grace.”

“You love my daughter…?” the King stares at him still sceptical.

“Not her status?”

“No, your Grace” Harwin responds.

“It is the Princess’ uniqueness and beauty that made me fall in love with her.”

Harwin smiles then, “I have never met anyone quite like her…”

“She is quite a rare find…” the King nods in agreement.

“She can be quite a handful though… stubborn to a fault. Are you certain that you want to bind yourself to her for life? Would you not prefer my other daughter? Rhaenyra would bring a higher status to your family.”

“As beautiful and gracious as the Princess Rhaenyra is, my heart only belongs to the Princess Visenya, your Grace.”

The King silently studies Harwin for a moment, a smile breaking across his lips then.

“Very well… I give you, my blessing.”

“Thank you, your Grace” Harwin bows with a huge smile.

“I would not celebrate so soon if I were you, Ser Harwin…” the King remarks.

“I may have given my blessing to the union, aye… but that does not necessarily mean that the marriage is set in stone.”

Harwin’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Pardon, your Grace?”

“I shall not order my daughter to marry you, she must make that decision on her own accord. It is up to you to persuade her to choose you.”

“I understand, your Grace” Harwin nods in agreement.

“I suggest that we keep this discussion amongst only ourselves” the King looks to both Harwin and Lyonel.

“As you wish, your Grace…” they both bow in agreement.

Part 11

Tag:  @missusnora  @alexandra-001 @green-lxght  @stitchattacks @evyiione @squidscottjeans  

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World Building Wednesday: Artek Sefyr

B A S I C S

• Full name: Artek Orrin Sefyr

• Gender: Male

• Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic

• Pronouns: He / Him

O T H E R S 

• Family: 

- Father - Orrin Sefyr, ex-Chandrila Defense Force officer, former Senator of Chandrila, currently living in retirement

- Mother - Darya Kadir, Renegade Zakuulan Knight, 'Foreign Merchant', currently MIA

- Husband - Theron Shan, former SIS Operative, Eternal Alliance Spymaster

• Birthplace: Chandrila, Hanna City

• Job: Jedi Master, Hero of Tython, Battlemaster of the Jedi Order (former), Commander of the Eternal Alliance (current)

• Phobias: None (unless there’s one for the Emperor. Valkorphobia?)

• Guilty pleasures: 

M O R A L S 

• Morality alignment?: Neutral Good

• Sins: lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

• Virtues: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T 

• Introverted/extrovert. Artek is not exactly a social butterfly, but generally keeps a casual, friendly, and affable exterior. He likes chatting up and getting to know people, maybe kick back a few drinks with them.

• Organized/disorganized. He's not a complete mess, but his organization skills are pretty lackluster. He definitely relied on T7 to help keep him organized, and later Lana when it came to the Eternal Alliance.

• Close-minded/open-minded. There is a few things he's not gonna change his mind about, but generally, he'll maintain a tolerant and accepting stance.

• Calm/anxious. Depends on his mood and/or the scenario he's facing. Sometimes he's collected and focused, other times, he's quick to anger or paranoia.

• Disagreeable/agreeable. Again, a few strong opinions he's stubborn about, but generally, he's gonna remain open-minded and affable.

• Cautious/reckless. Yeah, he's not as much of a short fuse as he used to be during his padawan days, but even as a Jedi Master, he can be fairly bull-headed or shortsighted.

• Patient/impatient. Again, not as bad, but still noticeably can't keep still for more than five seconds

• Outspoken/reserved. If he has a strong opinion about something, you can bet your ass he's gonna make sure the whole room knows.

• Leader/follower. Once again, scenario dependent, but generally, he does tend to be at the front, leading the charge. However, if the situation needs for him to follow, he's more than willing to buckle down and do so.

• Empathetic/unempathetic. He definitely cares for other people and tries his absolute best to comfort them in times of distress. He's a good person to vent to and a shoulder to cry on, should you need either.

• Optimistic/pessimistic. Sure, he's willing to admit shit sucks at times, but he'd rather do something about it than sit around moping.

• Traditional/modern. Yeah, he respects traditions (namely that of the Jedi or Zakuul), but he is not going to let him impede progress.

• Hard-working/lazy. Generally tries to balance himself in this regard. Artek works hard enough to not be lazy, but he knows when he needs to take some time off for himself. He also has to pull Theron away from his work at times.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S 

• otp: Artek/Theron. Yeah, these two dorks are absolutely in love with eachother. Both of them are dedicated and loyal to their causes, yet they're willing to bend the rules every now and then. It's why they got married.

• ot3: Artek/Theron/Kira. No, it's not official, but Artek did briefly romance Kira in the past, who did joke about all three of them getting together. While he did kinda consider the prospect, he decided to leave the three of them being friends.

• brotp: Artek, Kira, Scourge, and T7. Out of all his friends, Artek has the strongest platonic bond with those three, and would trust them with his life.

• notp: Artek/Valkorion and Artek/Doc. Those were the worse ones I could think up. Might indulge in them in a joking way, but otherwise, I don't wanna think about either

Thought this would be a good way to introduce my newly reconstructed legacy. I'll get working on the other characters soon enough.

No pressure tags - @jbnonsensework @swtorpadawan @dream-of-tanalorr (davidoodles), @magicallulu7

#world building wednesday #actually on a wednesday #swtor #swtor screenshots #screenshot #swtor oc #jedi knight #hero of tython #jedi guardian #blorbo #prime blorbo #certified theron fucker #artek sefyr

[hyperiongremlin]

Modern au chapter 7

this took a hot second to finish because half way through I stopped, wrote a serial killer outtake from this universe and decided to make it vampires. 7,400 words later I got back to writing the longfic. In this chapter Rhys makes a shocking disovery that isn’t all too shocking, Tim gets doxxed and there’s a lot of talking. Find the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37983421/chapters/110152173

Tws: Firehawk (Lilith) doxxes someone's deadname, posts a pretransition photo and misgenders someone and uses a lot of terf rhetoric in this. she is not a good character here. also tw for a bit of Jack typical violence.

excerpts

“the boards making me do an ama so ask away kiddos” -hj69 (Handsome Jackass🔫) Friday, 4:33 pm. Rhys scowled, he’d missed an opportunity to ask his idol about some of his theories, though he doubted Handsome Jack would have replied to him. He tapped the thread to see what questions had been answered, maybe there would be enough material for new conspiracies.

“Are you hot? 🔥” - mtxx67 ( Coleslaw slut) Friday, 4:34 pm

“duh” -hj69 (Handsome Jackass🔫) Friday, 4:52 pm

“Is Hyperion going to continue its forays into the arms trade?” - noahblack (Noah Black Pandoran Times) Friday, 4:36 pm

“guess u have to wait and see” -hj69 (Handsome Jackass🔫) Friday, 4:59 pm

“Face reveal when?” - pissbaby23 (Hyperion SIMP) Friday, 4:40 pm

“soon patience is a virtue u know” -hj69 (Handsome Jackass🔫) Friday, 4:57 pm

“At least tell us what color eyes you have!” - xx_Skullfukr_xx (Step on my neck) Friday 4:52

“colors kiddo not color” -hj69 (Handsome Jackass🔫) Friday, 5:00 pm

......

“For coffee he drinks 6 shots of the strongest espresso money can buy and chases it with a disgustingly sweet energy drink. At night he takes his psych meds with whiskey, which is by the way a horrible idea,” he said, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. Rhys was a bit confused as to how Tim knew this, the second part was a pretty intimate detail of the CEO’s life.

“Handsome Jack’s on psych meds?” Rhys asked, that really did make him seem human. Jack laughed and took Rhys by the hands.

“Oh yeah, he’s on…” he looked down at his pill box “ …two….five… eight nine … nine medications,”  he said. Was Jack fucking with him? He’d just counted his own meds…

“Wait,” Rhys said, attempting to gather his thoughts. There were a lot of things that just sort of added up, the money, the tech, the trans healthcare, the twitter callout, and the eyes.

“No… nuh uh. You’re not…” he stuttered. Jack just smiled. The theories were all lining up. But Rhys had heard Handsome Jack’s voice on a few leaked recordings, jacked off to it even, and he had never once heard that voice and thought “hey that guy sounds like my pal Jack Lawrence,”

.......

Apollo’s lyre posted the following the previous year:

“Y’all I work at a certain company and while I can’t reveal any info about its CEO especially what he looks like but he’s hot  (sorry I know), I do have a few recordings I snuck out from my job. I know you sick fucks love this guy so here’s some food. Enjoy,” Below it were several full links. Each link had a title.

“Handsome Jack humiliates department head”

“I think he killed this guy? For mentioning his wife? Unclear since the paramedics took the guy away but he looked dead to me”

“Handsome Jack chokes a guy but it's actually strangulation because apparently there’s a difference?”

“Warning this one’s pretty graphic but Handsome Jack shoots a guy with a prototype weapon”

“Handsome Jack threatens a man? Honestly I don’t know what's going on here”

#longfic #borderlands #rhackothy #handsome jack #rhys borderlands #timothy lawrence #fanfic #ao3 #modern au #golden threads to a shattered heart

[ninxuisle]

It's a long process, indeed.

It’s a collective idea how everything started, how it was disrupted, how’s the resumption, what changed? what are the lesson learned, wasted time. How you realized you were on the right track and suddenly got lost.

The answer to that question is simple: MOTIVATION!

In decent term THE NORTH STAR

In my case, the MOTIVATOR

This is why I told my colleagues ‘not to depend into someone else’ coz when you do, you gotta face it’s blinding spot which is the downtime of your motivator. There downtime is your downtime. You gotta start again, or restart maybe?

But to tell you, there’s a magic in restart. You learned, you regretted but eventually you earned wisdom from it. What you gonna do is to properly navigate the “why” in everything.

Okay, to make everything clear, in my own point of view it started 21st of April, 2020. A month after the lockdown announcement in our country. After a month of figuring out about the shut down of everything, the Motivator was just like a falling star, shining from the skies and sparkled some light in dark and vast land. That’s the effect of my Motivator. I was doing right all those time after some month, the bright light faded. 15th of October, 2021 one of my strongest pillar fell in to her deepest slumber. Everything was blackout until the last day of 2021.

In year 2022, something blossomed. An add up to the heart and everything was overwhelming. I was motivated by unknown that time. Maybe by the feeling and compassion, everything when well but it seems all was in haste that time, fugaciously flowing indeed. I came to realized that year was my initial formation year, I was coined of who I needed to become. I was motivated to motivate, educated to educate, taken care of, to take care and inspired to inspire. God really gives us things to ponder, things to learn from. Just like reading a book, its like we are reading 15 pages of knowledge and 100 pages of advertisement because they can’t sell a 15 pages book.

In year 2023, something misleading came which if you are not wise enough to decode and filter it you’ll fall into a dark and dirty pit. But nothing comes easy, it was the fastest and exhausted year of my life. Upon seeing my output I even ask myself “how the hell I did all of those? who i was chasing?” Well my friend, life will give us a shiny and healthy green watermelons to believe that everything was made of glitz and glamour, that everything was made of gold and you need to grab it. But little did we know that when we peel the watermelon it will show us the reddish surface and by the time we squeeze it, only 1/4 of its insides are solid. This is only a metamorphosis of life that was shown to us. We might see its dashing yet blinding packaging but little that we know it’s substance was made of toxic materials. So when entering a den make sure to have your timeline and objective. Give them benefit while benefiting from it, there is no such thing as free in this free world.

Make sure before entering a den you have a complete and impeccable self awareness and by the time has come ask yourself “who am I becoming?” refurbish and re-assess yourself. Are you on the right water or are you flooded and submerged into toxins? Do you still have your heap of patience and virtues or are you becoming impatient and easily angst? Are you still feeling hopeful and motivated or hopeless and vindictive? Do you still see things with silver linings or do you only see things with thin line and become red?

If you feel the latters, pack your things, finish your pending tasks, it’s time to leave don’t ever look back for you are becoming the worst person you’ll ever become. When that seeds that you have planted was being watered with used and dirting water, you might wither and soon dead. Choose what shows you kindness and love than who shows you the bad side of the world to get your emphaty and to take advantage of your abilities.

Put your head down, what took all of your time will take the steering wheel of your life. Make sure that you are on the driver seat, it may be a long ride but you’ll navigate it eventually just choose to be kind and patient, trust in God and pray for everything and everyone.

Remember your North Star is praying for you, it will shine by time when you need the light, even you didn’t noticed that you under the darkest skies.

How did I know?

I just regained the energy had God let my North Star light the skies I am into. By that, I realized that I am trapped in the darkest valley of my life and I need to get away from here with my North Star’s light shining throughout my way all the way from the glamourous city of Dubai.

#life learning

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S BLOOD - CHAPTER 14

*Warning: Adult Content*

Julian Hart’s thought cycle is on a constant loop as he drives home, wondering and worrying about Karl Weisman, as he tries to puzzle out how his car would have ended up abandoned in a secluded area outside of town. 

Julian could only come up with two possibilities: either Karl was right all along and the killer had been watching him or he ditched his own car in a misguided attempt to throw imaginary stalkers off his trail. 

Since the second scenario would have required considerate and uncharacteristic amount of enough on Karl’s part, Julian found it highly improbable. 

Realistically, Julian knew that things didn’t look good but he couldn’t give up on the hope that Karl would be found alive and well somewhere, bat-shit crazy but safe. 

Either way, he won’t know until he reads the scene and even then it’s a long shot he’ll pick something up truly useful. In the meantime he’ll have to wait and see. 

Unfortunately, patience is not Julian's strongest virtue.

Arriving home, Julian sits in his car as long minutes tick by, watching and waiting for any sign of danger but everything looks peaceful and undisturbed. 

Maybe they got it wrong. 

Maybe the killer was after Karl all along. 

Maybe the killer was never interested in Julian at all. Inside, Julian heats up some leftover stir-fry that Dane had made the night before but he loses his appetite after a few bites. 

He can’t stop thinking about Karl. 

Stuck by an idea, Julian gets his laptop and checks his bank account. 

Sure enough, there is record that Karl cashed the bank check, bright and early after Julian’s visit. 

If Karl had left the same day, that means he has been missing for almost a week. 

Julian has a feeling that if he ever gets to see Karl again, he’ll be in no condition to repay the loan. 

Exhausted with a heavy mix of sorrow and fatigue, Julian lies down on the sofa and closes his eyes. 

He only meant to rest for a moment but slides into slumber before he knows it. 

A touch on his face startles him awake and he looks up to see Dane leaning over him with a concerned look on his face. 

“Sorry. Your skin is so pale, I didn’t know if your are sick or if that’s how you normally look.”

“Gee, thanks,” Julian replies as he sits up. 

“And how did you get in?”

“The door. It was unlocked.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You need to work on your sense of self-preservation, Julian.”

Dane extends a hand to help Julian up and as he grasps it, the young psychic winces in pain as his sprained wrist takes the strain. 

“Ow.” 

Dane lets Julian go and stares down at him.

“I thought that was better,” he says, a hint of accusation in his voice. 

“If it still hurts you need to see a doctor and get an X-ray.”

“It was better. Until...”

“Until what?” he prompts. 

Reluctantly, Julian tells Dane how Ian had ambushed him in his office. 

Detective Hunter needed to know anyway, if Ian Foley has information about the killings. 

As Julian speaks, Dane’s expression becomes dark. 

When Julian finishes he waits for Dane to respond but instead he stands and grabs his jacket and keys and heads for the door.

“Dane. Wait. Where are you going?”

“To kill Ian Foley,” he says, sounding completely serious.

“What? You can’t do that,” Julian says, scrambling to his feet to follow.

“Why not?” Dane says, his hand on the doorknob.

“Because... Because you are a homicide detective,” Julian reminds him uncertainly and Dane pauses.

“Okay. I’ll just punch him in the face.”

“Yeah. Well, that sounds like something that might kill him,” Julian says, catching Dane by one of his muscular arms. 

“Look. Ian Foley is my problem. Not yours. I don’t need you to fight my battles.”

“Your problems are my problems, Julian,” Dane says as he turns around to face the beautiful young psychic. 

“Because you are mine.”

“What?” Julian says, stepping back in shock. 

“No, I am not.”

“But you will be,” Dane tells him solemnly, his amber eyes locked on Julian’s beautiful, amethyst pair.

“Oh, really?” 

Something in Dane’s expression tells Julian that he’s doing a bad job at communicating whatever it is he is trying to say and the handsome detective sighs.

“Julian, I like you. You are a compatible mate. I can smell it on you,” Dane adds, which doesn’t actually help. In fact, it freaks the young psychic out.

“You can, what now?” Julian enquires, taking another step back and suddenly the whole ‘werewolf boyfriend’ thing seems less cool to him. 

“I’m scaring you. I’ll stop.”

“Ah... thanks?” 

The handsome detective watches the young psychic for a moment then he says...

“I contacted Selene and asked her to dissolve our engagement.”

On one hand, Julian is happy because he didn’t like the idea of the engagement but on the other hand, he’s alarmed.

 It seems Dane has made a big decision based on a very short, barely existent relationship.

“Julian? Do you base everything you do on logic and reason?” Dane asks, watching Julian with predatory keenness.

“No. Actually most of what I do is based on habit, emotion and instinct.” 

“Sometimes you just know when something is right, without having to think about it,” Dane shrugs then continues. 

“I look at you and I know. But we don’t need to talk about it anymore, not until you know it, too.”

“Until then... Okay,” 

Julian doesn’t know what else to say. He likes Dane and he likes that likes him. 

But that is as far as the young psychic has though about the situation. 

He’s not about to make life changing alterations on the fact that he finds the lead detective very attractive. 

Julian realises Dane is still watching him.

“Why don’t we focus on work, for now?” Julian says. 

“I’d liked to visit Karl’s abandoned car as soon as possible. Tonight if we can.”

“Tonight?” Dane asks, frowning. 

“I suppose so. The FBI and the police teams have both finished with it, so all that is left is to tow the car away. The scene should be unguarded. But can’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“Because I have to know now,” Julian explains. 

“I have to know if Karl... “

Julian stops and sighs, leaning his head on the back of the couch. 

“I won’t be able to sleep until I know. Please.” 

Dane hesitates and Julian can tell he is engaged in some internal struggle.

“Alright,” he says, at last. 

“We’ll go tonight.”

Under the cover of darkness, they drive out to the scene in Dane’s SUV. 

It’s located off the main highway, down a dirt lane with a chain blocking the entrance. 

It’s pitted and rocky and it takes several minutes to drive the half-mile to the spot where Karl Weisman’s little car is parked, half in the bushes and with one wheel over the edge of the embankment. 

Dane parks the SUV and grabs a flashlight from the glovebox. 

He hands it to Julian and starts to take his clothes off.

“What are you doing?” 

“Since we are here, I might as well take a look around as a wolf. I might find something... a scent or a piece of evidence that we missed.” 

Dane flexes his broad, muscular shoulders and shrugs. 

“Who knows?” 

“Yeah. Who knows?” Julian replies weakly, turning away as Dane starts to remove his belt. 

The young psychic was distracted already with the handsome detective bare, tanned torso. 

A moment later Wolf/Dane steps around the side of the SUV, familiar amber eyes looking up at Julian from the face of a huge black and gold wolf. 

He circles the young psychic, sniffing and then licking the back of his hand.

 He takes off, running back and forth, looping the abandoned car, nose to the ground. 

Sometimes he goes into the bushes for a short distance, before circling back. 

Finally he seems to pick up on something. 

His ears prick up and his tail is held aloft. 

He looks up at Julian and give him a soft-sharp bark.

“Let me guess,” Julian says, rolling his eyes. 

“That means... ‘stay here, Julian and don’t go wandering off into the woods and getting freaking lost,’... Am I right?”

Wolf/Dane gives Julian a very human look of exasperation, barks again and then dashes of into the trees. 

Julian sighs and then turns to start on his own investigation. 

Despite what Dane had told Julian about Chief Coleridge leaving the scene ‘as is’ it is clear that Karl’s car had been clearly picked over and cleaned. 

For one thing, it usually contains more fast food wrappers than a trashcan outside McDonalds and right now, Julian doesn’t see a single ketchup pack or used straw. 

Either Karl cleaned out his car for the first time in his life, right before he went missing or everything has been taken for evidence. 

They are probably lucky that the car itself is still here and Julian has a feeling that Chief Coleridge had to fight to make that happen. 

He runs his hands over the door handles, the seats, the steering wheel and the gear shift but doesn’t pick up much. 

He gets the impression of fear but that could be Karl’s normal state, for all the young psychic could tell. 

Julian starts to make his way around the passenger side when he hears a quiet growl from the woods behind him.

He though Dane would have been gone for longer but perhaps the trail he was following went cold. 

“Did you find anything?” Julian asks, over his shoulder. 

He gets no answer but that is to be expected. 

Dane can’t talk in wolf form, after all. 

Another growl, louder and a little lower makes Julian turn around and what he sees sends a shock of fear straight to his heart. 

Something is watching him from the trees and it isn’t Dane. 

Julian can tell because it’s eyes are glowing red and the size is the height of a grown man. 

Slowly, he pulls the flashlight from his pocket with a shaking hand and points it towards the woods. 

Swallowing hard, he pushes the button and turns it on. 

The bright beam of light flashes over something that makes Julian’s mind freeze with horror. 

A creature, easily six-feet tall, standing upright and covered with thick grey-white fur. 

It’s head is an ugly shape somewhere between a human and a wolf. 

It hangs forward on a muscular neck and it’s almost hairless snout is long and narrow. 

It’s jaw hangs open revealing a deep mouth full of sharp, yellowed teeth. 

Sinewy arms reach almost to it’s knees and it’s long fingers are tipped with lethal black claws.

 Dane Hunter is beautiful as a wolf. 

Nothing about him is frightening or unnatural. 

Whatever this thing is, it’s a monster. 

It stands motionless, staring directly into the light and Julian feels his heart start to beat faster and harder against his robs. 

Then a low feral growl shakes the air as it takes a step in Julian’s direction.

Julian: ‘Forget what I said about fighting my own battles. Ian Foley I can handle. But this thing, this monster is a different story.’  

Julian screams for Dane and then he turns on his heels and runs away as fast as he can.  

[ohcessilia]

DU SIK OPPAAAAAAAAA~~ HOMETOWN CHA CHA CHA (2021) fanart

#hometown cha cha cha #kdramaedit #asiandramanet #kdramadaily #kdrama #kdrama fanart #ohcessilia.art #should I have posted this on the weekend when people are actually looking out for homecha content??? yes #but you know patience is not one of my strongest virtues #I'm just itching to post drunk hyejin! lol #eeeeeehhhhh #that drunk montage was so cute #edit: it should be 두 #my overcaffeinated braaaaain lol #cc.hccc

[gentrychild]

The post about Tododeku being considered some kinda vanilla ship was taken straight out of my mind... Cos y'all know what happened right? Todoroki saw Izuku give no shits while throwing hands with a freaking genetic abomination and thought "Imma challenge this crazy mofo" and then he accused him of being a secret love child and followed it up with unloading tragic backstory(tm). After that they valiantly tried to murder each other on national TV, live...Izuku broke his everything and permanently disfigured his hand and Todoroki somewhat overcame a lifetime of trauma via talk no jutsu. They also blew up the arena by virtue of thermodynamics and almost killed everyone if it wasn't for an overworked cementoss. The next time we see them, they are ride or die. Todoroki just booked it to a shady alley to fight a serial killer cos of a freaking location ping. Then Shouto joined the Bakugou Rescue Squad(tm) cos Izuku said so..no questions asked. Let's not forget that Izuku, hero fanboy and anxious Duracell bunny stood up to Endeavour BEFORE he knew the tragic backstory(tm). Tododeku is just straight up ride or die. And the fact that people think they're a vanilla ship, platonic or romantic...just amazes me.... Cos these two would most definitely commit light recreational murder(tm) and call each other to for a cute evidence destroying and body hiding session.

You are right and you should say it.

I am very attached to the Todoroki/Midoriya fight because it's nothing short of insane.

It starts with Todoroki (accidentally?) eavesdropping Uraraka and Tenya mentioning that Izuku is eating with All Might. Similar quirk + Midoriya risking his life to save All Might (someone who shouldn't need help) and so he immediately put on the tinfoil hat.

Just before the Sport Festival starts, Todoroki challenged Midoriya, someone who can't use his quirk without breaking his bones, instead of Bakugou, aka the other strongest fighter in the class.

And Todoroki turns out to be right because the sheer possibility of Izuku using his quirk too close to him during the "Grab a headband" fight made him use his flames for a moment, which is a pretty big deal.

Todoroki then lures Izuku to an isolated area, it's the first time they actually talk to each other for real, and Todoroki proceeds to ask him if he is the Symbol of Peace's secret bastard child???

He then doesn't even give a second to Izuku to recover from it and tells this kid, that he has pretty much never talked with before, his entire tragic backstory.

As someone who protects their secret more fiercely than a dragon protects their gold, this one shook me more than the actual content of the tragic backstory. There is also the fact that it was a huge risk on Todoroki's part as it was possible for whoever listened to him not to believe him.

Izuku then sees Endeavor. I am not surprised about him talking back to him because Izuku has social anxiety but doesn't have much patience when it's more serious. And yes, from his expression, it's pretty clear he believed Todoroki.

Izuku goes to this fight mentally prepared to snap as many fingers as necessary to win. He doesn't have any other way to fight Todoroki.

Not only does he break many bones in this fight but he pretty much tells Todoroki "You ain't shit" because Todoroki never managed to hit Midoriya. All his damage is self inflicted so far.

At some point, Todoroki wonders if his dad has paid Midoriya to convince him to use his fire, which is very funny to me.

Izuku actually directly punches Izuku with OFA at some point, which is a pretty good deal as at the time, he avoided it in order not to turn his opponents in chunky salsa.

"IT'S YOUR POWER!"

Enough said.

Once the flames were unleashed, they both decided to just unleash their full power on each other.

That something they didn't even do in the USJ, while fighting villains.

You said that an overworked Cementos is the reason why they didn't killed everyone by the virtue of thermodynamic but since the walls were created were vaporized, I am more leaning towards their attacks cancelling each other.

And don't forget how they didn't really talk to each other during this fight, and yet, they quickly understood what the other was trying to say and why they were doing this.

No, seriously, they shared a glance to say "Hey, want to beat the crap out of each other to evacuate some trauma?", the other mentally answered "Yes!" and the next thing Midnight knew, there was no more arena.

And that's just the Sport Festival.

#I think the problem with Tododeku is that the same way Fanon Izuku and Fanon Shouto are made softer #so is the ship #people just forget that those boys are insane #tododeku

[lazysimp]

Innocence /// Virgin!Tamaki x Top!Male Reader (18+)

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Request: Hello! Can I request a Top male reader* x Tamaki. It's his first time and he's very shy and reader takes advantage of it.

A/N: Of course anon, I love the idea of corrupting a sweet innocent Tamaki

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit sexual content, virgin!Tamaki, dominate reader, submissive Tamaki, mild somnophilia/dubcon, tentacles, handjob, He/Him pronouns

Word count: 4k

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Patience had never been a virtue of yours, so when a soft timid Tamaki beat around the bush asking you out on your first date you took the first step. And when he could not find the words to ask for a second you gladly volunteered them. Instead of growing annoyed or feeling emasculated your sweet boyfriend looked at you with gratitude every time you guided the relationship.

So, when it was finally time to take your relationship with him to the next level it was no surprise that you were the one to push it there. In the dimness of your shared bedroom, you laid still in bed listening to his breathing. During the day he would never let you stare at him like this, he would grow too flustered and hide his face.

You wish more than anything he could see himself how you see him. How he is the strongest person you know, choosing to push beyond his limits every day to save those around him, uncaring if it left him in a panic after. You had to bite your tongue every time he came home from work covered in blood and dirt. In your mind you know he can handle himself, but the idea that someone can look at Tamaki and still choose to hurt him baffled you.

You raise your hand to his face and brush your knuckle across his cheek. You wanted to be with him in every way, but you were so unsure he was ready. You know if you asked, he would say yes, he would never deny you. But he has never shown any sign that he wanted to take that next step.

So when a deep groan left his soft pink lips your ears perked up. Normally the only sounds he made while he slept were a few soft huffs as he shifted around. You sit up in bed, now watching his face intensely. Maybe your mind made up the sound, desperate for an excuse to jump on him. But to your delight, his mouth opened, and a single word left his lips, "Please."

This had to be too good to be true. Was your boyfriend having a sex dream? You needed to investigate. Carefully lifting the covers, you look down his slender body unit your eyes landed on his pants. You rub your eyes to clear them and make sure you were seeing things right and you were. A large bulge pushed the seam of his pants up, his erection barely contained in his underwear.

Instantly you felt heat flare-up in between your legs. You look up at his face and grow even hotter, his cheeks were dusted pink, and the tips of his pointed ears were bright red. His lips were slightly parted letting you catch a glimpse of his teeth as he let out another low groan, this one even more desperate than the last.

Without thinking you trail your hands down his chest, tracing the soft muscles until you landed on the elastic of his pants. You could feel the warmth he emitted and moved in closer until you lie parallel to him. The soft purple hair of his happy trial teased the tip of your fingers as you ever so carefully slip your hand under his pants.

You watch his face for any distress, but he held the same expression. Growing bolder you inch your hand further down until your fingers brushed against the head of his cock. You have to stop for a second, already overwhelmed at how far you have gone.

He was so warm and soft, his sweet olive smell filling your nose. You needed him so bad, needed to be close with him, touch him, love him. So you take a deep breath and wrap your hand around the head of his cock. You could feel his hot length pulse in your hand, just begging for your touch.

Needing to touch him more you place your lips by his delicate ears and whisper, "Tamaki, baby, wake up for me."

The man under you tensed and ever so slowly his eyes lazily opened, "Huh?"

You can't help but laugh at his dazed expression, he looked like a newborn fawn. "Baby, can you look down for me?"

His bright purple eyes looked at you with confusion but did what you told. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his gaze snapped to meet yours. "What?" he asks his eyes wide, "What are you doing?"

You keep your face neutral, not wanting to give away too much, "I could hear you begging in your sleep." You purr, "And when I looked down, I could not help but notice the tent in your pants."

His face grows impossibly redder, and he looks anywhere but your face. Not liking that you gently acquiesce your hand around his cock until his eyes snapped back to you.

"What were you dreaming about Tamaki?"

"N-nothing?"

You tsk your tongue, "That's not true, is it?" You lift the hand is his pants up, revealing his hard cock for both of you to see. You could hear his breath hitch as he was finally able to see what your hand was doing.

"Now why don't you tell me what you were really dreaming about?"

You could see his mouth open and close as he tried to form words. His purple eyes started to grow wide and wild. Needing to stop that train of thought you decided to try something else.

"How about I try to guess what your dream was about?"

His breathing slowed and he tiled his head, "What do you mean?"

"We will play a game of hot and cold. If I am doing something you saw in your dream you say hot and if I do something that was not in your dream you say cold."

He looks to the ceiling, "I've never played that game."

You softly smile, "That's ok, we can try it out and if you don't like it, I will stop."

"A-alright," he tightly swallows, "Let's try it."

You let out a squeak of joy and peck him on the cheek, "I am so proud of you!"

He gives you a wobbly smile, but you could see his eyes starting to dilate. He was getting excited.

You look down at your hand and take a deep breath. You know he has never done anything like this, so you had to make this perfect for him. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gently slid it down until it rests on the base.

The soft hair surrounding his base ticked the back of your hand as you let it rest there for a second waiting to see what he says.

"Cold," he mumbled weakly.

You give him a rewarding squeeze and began to pump your hand, admiring how his foreskin traveled up to cover his glands. Everything about Tamaki was perfect and his cock was no exception. It was long, almost double the size of your hand. Instead of being perfectly straight, it bent off a little to the side. You could not wait to take advantage of that.

"Warmer," he said a little stronger.

"Good boy," you praise, starting to pump your hand a little faster.

A shiver traveled through his body at your words. You made a mental note to praise him more. As you gently pump your hand on his cock another idea popped into your mind. You slip his underwear down with your free hand giving you room to dip your hand lower until it settles on the tight skin in between his balls and hole.

You watch his face for any signs of distress as you gently press one finger at his entrance. You could feel him tense for a second but as you continued to stroke his cock his hole relaxed enough to allow one finger to slip inside.

"Bunny," he cried, "Warm."

You hum your approval, sinking your finger even deeper inside his tight hole while you pumped your hand, once, twice, three strokes. His hips started to lift in time with your hand, creating even more delicious friction.

"So good Bunny, don't stop!"

You press another finger inside him, giving him a few seconds to adjust before you spread open your finger, scissoring the digits. His hands desperately grip the sheets beside you, trying to find purchase as you stretch him open.

“Please Bunny I need,” he begged, unsure what he really needed. Needy cries filled your ears as you started to stroke him at a punishing pace, already feeling his cock pulse in your hand.

"Hot, hot, Bunny it's so hot." He cries, his hips rising to meet your hand. You deepen the thrusts of your fingers, pushing them up until you found a soft spongy spot inside him. His hips lurch up and a sob leaves his lips as you press on that spot inside him, keeping your hand moving on his dick.

You force yourself to keep steadily pumping, knowing the consistent pressure is what he needed to finally tip over the edge. And you were right, with his hands white knuckling the sheets he came with a silent cry, his face contorted in pleasure.

You watched mesmerized as he releases all over your hand and his stomach. You ease your grip on his cock, not wanting to overstimulate him too much, and instead weakly kept your wrist moving, letting him ride out his high. His chest rapidly fell up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

You carefully pull your fingers out of his ass, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort. As he came back to reality, he looks down at you with a wobbly gaze, “I’m sorry.”

Your hand flies up to cradle his cheek, “What are you sorry for baby?”

He looked down at the mess on his stomach, “I came too early, I messed the game up.”

You take a second to try and find the right words and finally settle with, “We are just having fun Tamaki, there is no winning or losing.”

His hands lift to cover his face, “But I finished so fast, it’s humiliating.”

“Hey,” you coo, “It’s just me and I thought you cumming so quickly was hot.”

His hands lowered slightly so his eyes could look at you skeptically.

You laugh, “I am serious, the way you could not control yourself and cried out will be the fuel of my late-night fun for weeks.”

His hands fell from his face and the look in his eyes changed completely, “You think about me when you touch yourself?”

"Yeah baby. You are all I can think about when I touch myself. I think about how your cute little ears twitch when you are embarrassed, I think about how good you look in your hero uniform, and I especially think about the look on your face as you take down a villain. But do you want to know what gets me off every time?"

He nods eagerly, the embarrassment of finishing quickly long forgotten. You crook your finger at him urging him to lean in closer. When his pointy ear was inches from your mouth you whisper, "I think about how you would use your quirk to fill me up until you are the only thing I can feel."

He shoots back and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and horror, "You don't mean. . ."

You nod, "Yeah baby that is exactly what I mean."

His entire face grows bright red, "B-but that is so, so dirty."

"That is why it's so hot."

"What do you say we continue our little game but it will be my turn to say hot or cold?"

"Y-you want me to touch you like that?" He whispered the last word.

"Yeah baby, I want you to touch me like that."

He bites his bottom lip, "What if I mess it up or hurt you?"

"You have nothing to worry about baby, I will be in charge the entire time."

The worry on his face eased a little at your words but you could see he was still fiddling with his fingers.

"Why don't we start off slow?" You suggest, rubbing your hand along his bicep.

"You can put your hands anywhere on me and I will say hot the closer you get to where I want your hand to be."

"What if I touch you somewhere you don't want to be touched?"

"Impossible," you mumble, "There is nowhere I don't want your hands to be."

A high whine left his lips, the sound sending heat flashing through you. Oh, you wanted to ruin him, and you were pretty sure he would let you.

Not wasting any more time you wrap your hand around his wrist and lift it towards your chest, letting him get a feel for your skin. His breathing increased and his eyes grew wide as you dragged his hand up your chest until it rested near your collarbone.

"I am going to drop my hand, remember I will let you know where to touch me, all you have to do is follow my cues.

He nods, barely breathing as you drop your hand from his, leaving him free to explore. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, staring at his hand touching you. His soft cock was already filling again, ready to stand to attention as he carefully dragged his hand down the side of your arm. He looks to you for instructions.

"Cold," you mumble as his hands drift off to your hands. He nods, his fingertips sliding up your arms. Involuntary you could feel goosebumps follow the trail of his fingers. If he ever figured out how much power he held over you, you would be doomed.

His fingers trail up until his hand settles around your neck. "Warm," you groan pushing yourself closer into his hand.

With his first hand occupied his second slips under your shirt, sliding up the soft material until he revealed your chest to his view. You could hear his breathing stop completely as his gaze locked onto your soft peaks.

"Breath Tamaki," you order, "In and out, that's it." You watch his chest rise and fall slowly as if it took intense concentration to remember to breathe.

When his breathing grew steadier his hand reached out and slid up your stomach. "Warmer," you reach out to bunch the blankets in your hands, needing something to keep your hands busy.

His brows furrowed as his long cold finger circled around your areola, watching in amazement as your nipple bunched into a tight peak. "Warmer," you say, needing him to deepen his touch.

Thankfully he seemed to understand what you wanted as his fingers pinched the bud and rolled it. You could not stop the whine from leaving your throat as he flicked his finger against your nipple.

Growing bolder from your reaction Tamaki dipped his head until his mouth was only a breath away from your nipple. Again, his bright purple eyes look up at you for approval.

"Hot baby," you bring your hands to thread through his hair as his lips wrap around the swollen peak, sucking it into his wanting mouth. His cheeks hallow as he takes long drags, his tongue lashing the tender bud resting in his mouth.

Small mewls of approval leave your lips as the hand on your nipple pinches and pulls, a stark contrast from the soft teasing of his mouth. The difference in touch left you reeling, if you thought you were hard before, you were fucking steel now.

"Tamaki," you push his head in closer, wanting more, god you wanted so much more. He strengthens the suck on your nipple until you were sure he was going to leave a mark.

The hand on your nipple leaves and started to trail down the softness of your abdomen, caressing the skin. "Warmer," you moan, hoping they would go where you wanted. And he did, his fingers lift the elastic of your underwear and his palm resting on your length, waiting to be told what to do.

You reach over to the side of the bed and pull out a bottle of lube you had hidden away. You quickly squeeze a generous glob of the liquid onto the head of your cock, watching as it dripped down to Tamaki’s hand." It will make it easier later on,” you explain as he stares at the viscous liquid.

“Oh, ok,” he agrees, unsure what you meant but too excited to care.

One finger slides down your length, tracing a vein before he wrapped his hand around you. You both let out a groan of want as his hand slowly moves up.

The palm of his hand wet itself with your precum, making it easy for his hand to slid down the length of your cock before settling as your base. His other hand raised up to your mouth, you give it an inquisitive look but open your mouth anyways, allowing his dainty fingers to come inside. You swirl your tongue around the digits, wetting them with your spit before letting him pull away.

As his finger dips down toward your entrance you mumble, "Warmer."

He lets out a low groan, sucking harder on your nipple as his finger moves down until it settles on the outside of your hole. In the quiet of your room, you could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers breaching your entrance.

You let out a hiss, surprised he had forced you to take two fingers so quickly but the burn felt so good you let it slide. The fingers inside you twist down and press, you had a rough idea what he was trying to do. “Cold Tamaki.”

The fingers inside you twist around again, blinding looking for your sweet spot. After a few misses attempts you could feel him grow more agitated, his teeth now nibble on the tender bud of your nipple. "Patience baby, move your finger up, just like that, a little to the side- there!"

Your hips lurch up into his hand as his finger finally brushes across your prostate. Your hands in his hair tighten to a bruising hold but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, your reaction drove him even further.

His soft fingers hone in on the spongy tissue, rubbing it gently, a little too gently.

"Harder Tamaki, touch me a little harder."

And the good boy did as he was told. His middle finger pressed down with force, his fingers making a firm coaxing motion. You were feral, having him touch you like this was better than any fantasy your mind had made up to help you get off. There was no comparison to having the real thing.

While his mouth distracted you, the fingers in your ass grow longer and softer. You look down in confusion unsure what was going on only to see purple tentacles now fill you instead of his fingers. One large tentacle wrapped itself around the length of your cock, with one large sucker latching onto the tip of your cock, sucking on it like a mouth.

Your head falls back, too overwhelmed to watch anymore. You could already feel the tight grip you had on your control slipping away. Following the cues of your body, Tamaki used another tentacle to tease around your entrance. It circled around the tight hole, wetting itself in your pre-cum before carefully pushing inside along with the rest, stretching you impossibly wider.

He releases your nipple to watch his tentacles sink deeper inside you. The tightness of you around him would fuel his fantasy for years to come. He had always felt deeply for you but doing something like this with you made everything click into place. There was no one else in the world he would ever want to share this with and being with you for his first time was something he would never forget.

He made sure to move his tentacles up inside you, remembering something Mirio had told him a year earlier about how men’s g-spot is on their ass. It seemed his best friend was right. You bucked wildly into his hand, he could tell you were fighting to keep control of your movements, but he wanted to see you lose control, he wanted to see his Bunny become wild.

So when the sucker around your cock strengthened its pull you had to reach down and frantically pull it away before it tipped you over the edge. Tamaki instantly stops what he is doing and looks at you with eyes full of worry.

"You made me feel so good baby," you praise, pulling him in for a hug. “Too good, I was going to finish right then and there.”

"You really liked it? What I did with my quirk?" he asked weakly.

"Fuck Tamaki I don't think I will ever be able to get myself off without your help," you look down at him, "Nothing could compare to that."

A bright smile spreads across his face, "I am glad I made you feel that good bunny, but why did you make me stop?”

You look down at his body and smile.

His head tilts and he follows your eyes until it lands in his erection. His breath sputters as he tries to wave it away, “Wait, you don’t mean-“

“I want to cum inside you baby.”

“I, you, you want to- “

“Fuck you. Yeah baby I want to stretch that tight ass around my cock and fuck you until you can’t speak.”

His mouth opens but no sounds come out, for a second you worry you have finally pushed him too far but suddenly he snaps back into focus. “Yeah, bunny, I want to d-do that too.”

You give him a relieved smile and get to work. You quickly take off your underwear and have him swing his leg over your lap, positioning him to hover over your waist. You reach down and grab ahold of your throbbing cock still slick from earlier, lining it up with his hole.

With you already being prepared all you had to do was push down on his hips, urging him to sink lower, slowing impaling him with your length. You could feel the tightness of his hole as it resisted your entrance at first, not letting you move forward.

Soft mewls left his lips as he tried to relax and let you in but he could not do it on his own, “Shh baby, it is ok,” you coo, trying to get him to relax.

“I don’t think it is going to fit,” he whines, starting to lift himself up.

“It will work,” you mumble, and pull him in for a kiss. You explore his mouth with your tounge, distracting him until you could feel his hole begin to soften. Not wasting time you thrust your hips up, finally popping past the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance.

A loud cry rips from his throat as you sink into his heat further, the head of your cock now settled inside him.

You force yourself to look up and meet his eyes and it was beautiful. He was an absolute wreck, already gasping for air and you were not even halfway in. His pupils were blown out, eyes barely focusing until you grab his hair and force him to look down.

“Watch baby,” you coo, “Watch me take you like this. No one but me will ever get to see you like this but me.”

He whimpers but complies, watching you sink in the last few inches. You lean forward and press your lips to his one again, wanting to be surrounded by him. Needing his taste on your tongue. At the same time, you start to lift your hips, admiring the feel of him slipping down onto your cock.

With each rotation of your hip, a new whine filled your mouth as he tried to stay in control. You broke the kiss and ordered, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

He complied, his fingers digging into your skin and helping to increase the power of each thrust.

“Y-you are so perfect,” Tamaki panted as you rocked your hips forward in time with his. “I never want to be without you.”

“My baby,” you groan, “You are a natural, feel so good around me.”

His breath hitches, you could feel him growing closer, the hands on your shoulders weakening and the trusts becoming more desperate. Wanting to cum together you reach down and grab ahold of his pulsing cock.

“That’s it Tamaki,” you groan, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

Without needing to be told twice his hand came to life spurting three tentacles. The smaller two spread dipped low, gently cradling the weight of your balls with the third latched onto his cock, joining your hand to stroke himself with its slippery ribbed texture.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, your head falling forward to rest in the crook of his neck. You could feel his hole tightening around you, spasming as he grew closer, “Just like that Tamaki, please keep going just like that.”

And as always, he did as he was told. He lifted his hips, riding your cock at the same speed, driving you higher and higher, the tentacles on your balls gently squeezed mercilessly milking the pleasure from your body.

“Ah, god Tamaki, just like that,” you babble, unsure if the words were even able to be understood.

You could feel yourself slipping further away and needed to do something before you embarrassed yourself. You shifted up your hips, changing the angle of your thrusts. The next time your cock plunged inside of him, your length brushes against his prostate.

A beautiful look of shock crossed his face, there was no time to prepare himself before an explosion of pleasure suddenly blasted through him. He could not even cry out as he was swallowed whole by his release.

He convulsed in your arms, his mouth opens in a silent scream as his ass clenched around you, sending you spiraling too. In the middle of your haze, you could make out his hole clenching your cock as you fill him to the brim with your cum. His tentacle still toying with your taunt balls.

No longer able to support himself Tamaki collapses onto your chest, relying on you to stay upright. You wrap your arms around his wairs, pulling him in closer to your chest. He rests his cheek on your pec and you could hear his broken breath as he slowly recovers.

“Wow bunny,” Tamaki says breathlessly, “That was amazing!”

You kiss his sweaty neck weakly, “Yeah baby it was.” You look down to where your bodies were still joined and could already make out some of your cum starting to seep out of him.

“Bunny, I don’t think I can move.”

You laugh, “Oh good, because I don’t think I can either.”

He slouches down even more, “I think I will just lay here for a little bit; you feel so warm.”

You tighten your arm around his waist, holding him close, “Sounds good to me.”

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[caspers-arthur-morgan-imagines]

Stag & Doe

Summary

In a world where outlaws are no longer wanted, the past seems to be another foe. Seven years and one disappearance can hold many wounds. Even as you learn that those wounds are about to be torn right back open.

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| 5 | The Saint

Camille hated the humidity of this land. Her blouse would stick to her arms from sweat, her face would flush tomato red and it made the air thick with people’s stench.

She sat in the rowdy saloon of Rhodes as she waited for her informant to make an appearance. She was early but it didn’t settle the hairs at the back of her neck. Patience had never been Camille’s strongest virtue as a child. Seeing as she was always moving from town to town, she never felt settled enough to grow some patience. That of course blew into other aspects of her life and now look where it had landed her. However as she grew up and learnt that having a small amount patience could save her life, she adapted.

God what I’d give to go back,Camille wished as she sipped her whiskey. The burn as it slid down her throat reminding her how hungry she was, and the room took on a saturated hue only furthering her headache. Shouldn’t have left without a bite first.

The saloon was full with workers after a long scorching day. Most worked on the Gray Plantation, others went out to Saint Denis for work. Their overalls dirtied and their brows still sticky from sweat whilst they smelt like the ass end of a barn. Working girls were sat or stood together looking for their night of work. Some looked disgusted with their choice of clients – Camille couldn’t blame them. She was half tempted to make their night easier and pay them herself just to let them escape the wondering eye of a drunken mess. If all went well with this meeting then she’d spare ten minutes to help them out.

Beer and whiskey was potent in the air, mixing with the smell coming from each person it was a miracle that Camille could even sit still long enough to be in there.

Camille heard the beating of horse hooves outside as the rider called for the horse to slow. Sitting straighter she looked out the window to her right and saw the man climb out of his saddle, checking around himself as though he would see what was lurking in the shadows.

Something had tipped him off.

Camille waited for the man to enter the bar behind three other locals. His heart was thudding against his ribs, pounding as his eyes darted around the saloon until they finally settled on Camille. He made no hesitation to rush over to her.

“Miss Camille, forgive me please,” the man sputtered over his words, air still gasping between his lips.

“Harrison what’s wrong?” Camille stands to sooth the startled man. She guides him to sit in the booth opposite her as he tries to calm himself – but his eyes kept diverting back to the window.

“I did everything I could Miss Camille,” Harrison’s lip quivered and his voice broke.

“He knew. I-I don’t know how, but he knew.”

Camille inhaled with a deep regret as she sank back into her seat. That’s why he made it to me alive. Camille felt her hope slowly break and her anger flare.

“I’m sorry Miss Camille. I-I followed all the steps you gave me, I didn’t t-tell no one.” Harrison was begging at this point. He knew the consequences of this but he had still agreed to help Camille. Perhaps it had to do with the foul odour coming from him.

“No Harrison, I’m terribly sorry for dragging you into this. I should’ve known better.” Camille spoke softly, listening as the beating of several horses was heard from outside. Camille didn’t need to look outside to know the fate that awaited them when Harrison’s fear stuck expression spoke a million words.

“Please Harrison, let me get you out of here.” Camille reached out for the young man’s hand. Harrison looked back to Camille and then down at their hands.

“N-no Miss Camille. I’m worse off dead than on the run, my-my lungs won’t make it.” Harrison spoke with a soft tone, the acceptance in his eyes clear as day when he returned his gaze back to Camille.

The boy is already dying.

“I’m so sorry Harrison.” Camille stood from her seat as the riders halted their horses outside.

“I can help you, let me get you away and I can help you-”

“There would be nothing that could help me,” Harrison interrupted Camille, the riders were getting off their horses. Camille reached out and gripped Harrison’s shoulder and she watched as his face once again twisted with fear.

“I can help you.” Camille assured. Curiosity was biting at Harrison’s heels and the riders were making their way into the saloon.

The leader of the riders pushed a drunken man out their way as they entered. They looked around the saloon as the locals stared back at them through hazy and curious eyes. Searching for the young traitor that they had tailed here.

“Seen a young man come in here, ain’t a local.” One of the men asked the bartender as he stood polishing off a glass.

“See a lot of people come in here, you’re lucky to see anyone new. Only new boys I seen is you and your chums over there.” The bartender looked down his nose at the greasy haired man that scowled at him. The thug turned back to the leader of the small group.

“He ain’t here,” he tells him.

The group search the rest of the saloon for another few minutes, only finding more drunken locals and some men getting lucky with the working girls in the back rooms. There was no sight of Harrison or who he had run off to. The group left the saloon and rode off in the direction they came.

The bartender stood polishing his glass and huffed as he watched them leave. The small wad of money in his back pocket feeling like a good payment of silence.

***

Arthur wiped the sweat from his brow after he finished chopping the last of the fire wood. Afterthe preparations for the job tomorrow he and John were settingup, Arthur wanted a day in the camp – but Miss Grimshaw made sure he did chores. He had already helped with tending to the horses, moving sacks for Pearson, collecting buckets of water and finally he had chopped enough fire wood to last the camp for another few days.

His blue shirt was drenched through with his sweat, his forearms bare to the small spring breeze after he had rolled his sleeves up earlier that morning. His hat had been on his head all morning, his hair a wet sweaty mess underneath – also still needing a good trim. Arthur was just grateful that he finally finished his chores.

Once the fire wood was stacked and ready for anyone to throw onto the fire later, he made his way back to his tent. Arthur took his hat off and wiped his brow with his forearm before replacing it back atop his head. He hadn’t even opened his trunk to get a fresh shirt before Dutch had came over hollering his name.

“Dutch.” Arthur gruffed in greeting as he shut his trunk.

“Arthur my boy! I have been struck with genius in my sleep! Oh my boy, I have a plan.” Dutch rambled and Arthur couldn’t help himself but to laugh.

“Careful Dutch, you’re starting to sound like the reverend,” Arthur gestures over to where Swanson was currently babbling to himself as Miss Grimshaw tried to make him eat a stew.

“You can laugh all you want Arthur, but I’ll need you by my side for this one. Now I’ll explain more at another time, but you should go wash up.” Dutch says as he turns to walk away but stops to point at Arthur.

“Get that job with John done smoothly, we can’t risk having anymore law on us.” He cautioned.

“We know, it’ll be over before they knew what hit ‘em.” Arthur assured before he opened his trunk again and pulled out a brown shirt.

Sniffing himself Arthur’s face scrunched up at the foul odour he let off. Best deciding that a trip into Valentine for a bath and maybe grab some more ammo for the train heist, he prepared Ace’s saddleand let Javier know he’d be back in a couple hours.

The ride into Valentine was pleasant and once he got into the hotel and in his bath his worries washed away for the time being.

When his fingers started to wrinkle and the water was getting cold, Arthur stepped the bath feeling refreshed and clean. He thanked the hotel owner and made his way back outside to Ace. As he was putting his folded shirt into one of the saddle bags, Arthur heard the commotion up the street.

Glancing from under the rim of his hat he saw a man arguing with someone as he stepped out of the gunsmith. The person he was arguing with still inside and out of view, Arthur could only see the young man as he went red in the face as his voice rose. Arthur knew better than to stick his nose into a stranger’s business but then he saw Camille leave the gunsmith’s.

She weren’t meant to be back till tomorrow.

The man seemed to be the only one being a public disturbance, while Camille tried to calm the man down. When it didn’t seem that Camille was having any luck, Arthur pat Ace on his neck and hastily made his way over to the pair.

“There a problem here?” Arthur grunts when he approaches. He also notices how rigid Camille’s back goes when he nears.

“None that concerns you mister,” the man snaps back. Now Arthur was closer he could see the man was young, maybe in his mid twenties. A scrawny little one at that, but he was also pale as sheep’s wool. The young man was suddenly taken by a violent coughing fit, crippling him as his knees buckled and both Camille and Arthur moved to catch him. Camille caught him by his right side, Arthur was barely able to catch him by his left arm.

“Harrison you aren’t well, I’m taking you to the doctors and that’s the end of it.” Camille spoke with a finality in her tone, the same type that Abigail used on Jack on the rare occasion he misbehaved too much.

“Arthur throw his arm around your shoulders and help me take him across the street,” Camille asks and Arthur slings Harrison’s arm around his shoulders and take the weight off Camille. They take him across the street into the doctor’s office and Camille goes into the back with Harrison and the doctor while Arthur stands idly in the front.

Who was this kid and how did Camille know him?

Arthur felt awkward around for the kid and Camille to make a reappearance. Though he didn’t wait long as Camille came back out to the front on her own and a sense of dread flooded Arthur.

“The boy gonna be alright?” Arthur asks. Camille inhales deeply and looks at Arthur after pulling herself out of her own thoughts.

“Harrison isn’t well, don’t expect he’ll last much longer.” Camille replied grimly, her eyes lingering to the back room. Arthur shuffled on his feet and his hands restless by his sides.

“I’m sorry to ‘ear. How’d you meet?” Arthur poked as his curiosity kept nipping at his heels.

“I’ll explain another time, I just need to get him settled somewhere out the way. I’ve got enough on my hands and now I’ve just gone and added a dying boy onto my list.” Camille vented then put her hand against her forehead and inhaled deeply to calm herself.

“You always were a saint among sinners,” Arthur chuckles softly, earning a warm smile from Camille and for the first time in years Arthur felt his chest swell with the butterflies of his youth.

“He why you back a day early?”

“Partly, I finished business up faster than I thought. But it only opened another can of worms.” Camille sighs.

The door to the back room creaked open and out stepped the doctor with a grim look on his face. Camille turns back to Arthur while she itched at her eyebrow.

“Look, why don’t you meet me in the saloon tomorrow. We can talk better then,” Camille offers and Arthur nods his head – until he remembers that tomorrow was the day of the train heist.

“I can’t tomorrow, got a job.” Arthur tried to keep his words vague in front of the waiting doctor, but he saw the recognitionin Camille’s eyes.

“Sunday then, I expect you first thing Sunday.” Camille pointed her finger at him before turning back to the doctor. Arthur took that as his farewell and left the doctor’s office, head down to hide the small grin on his face.

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[no-other-words]

Just a Bit Closer

Synopsis: Xie Lian suggests taking a relaxing dip in the pond. Hua Cheng slightly freaks out. Rated T | 3400w | canon-divergent, fluff, domestic, slight angst [ Read on AO3 ]

Never again will he be so bold. His Highness follows a path of virtue. His Highness is to be untouched. His Highness—

“San Lang?”

Hua Cheng snaps his head up. Xie Lian’s attention is fully on him, his face half-curious half-amused. He hasn’t been aware that his hands were rolled into fists until now.

“It’s only a bath.”

His Highness is requesting him to bathe with him.

Hua Cheng gulps. He may be a ghost king, but he is not equipped to face this challenge.

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Hua Cheng has endured much throughout his life.

As a child, love was an alien concept and no friend of his when endless beatings and hate had accompanied him. He’s worn battle scars that no young man’s body should ever had to receive. Wars had been waged against godly figures from the depths of Mount Tonglu to the skies of the Heavenly Court. His soul has died again and again for the anguish that had ceaselessly pierced his one person—yet it is also his soul that lives again and again and refuses to fade.

Hua Cheng is a Devastation, a ghost king, one of the Four Calamities, if not the strongest. His very name demands unwavering respect and brings even the strongest of martial gods to their trembling knees. He’s been through a lot but not one of his past challenges can come close to this.

In just a thin layer of white robe, Xie Lian stands in the middle of the pond. He’s pouring another bucket load of water over his head, completely unaware of the silver allure cast upon him by the soft of the moonlight. His under-robe does nothing to hide the rosy peaks of his hardened nipples, peeking from underneath.

It goads Hua Cheng for a little contact, a little taste.

Long locks of wet hair stick to his skin, drawing out the slender curves down his neck and bony ridges of his collarbones. A few stray strands wound up over Xie Lian’s lips and it reminds Hua Cheng of their kiss in the lake. Their first and most likely the only kiss. The one he bravely stole in the heat of the moment when all he’d meant to do is give Xie Lian a little help.

Necessary on Xie Lian’s part, completely out of line on Hua Cheng’s. He’d let his worst part get to him at the expense of His Highness’ comfort. It’s obvious from Xie Lian’s reaction—a boundary had been crossed that left the martial god catatonic to the point where he had to lie to get away from the situation. The only redeeming hope had been from within Qiandeng Temple, where Xie Lian had thankfully taken to its charm.

His eyebrows pinch and he looks away.

Never again will he be so bold. His Highness follows a path of virtue. His Highness is to be untouched. His Highness—

“San Lang?”

Hua Cheng snaps his head up. Xie Lian’s attention is fully on him, his face half-curious half-amused. He hasn’t been aware that his hands were rolled into fists until now.

“It’s only a bath.”

His Highness is requesting him to bathe with him.

Xie Lian moves to the bank. The closer he gets, the lower the water level around his body becomes and reveals a shapely waist perfect for grabbing onto. Once again, that good-for-nothing under-robe does the opposite of what it’s meant to do and only serves to feed Hua Cheng’s tainted, invasive mind. The translucent material, wet to the core, plasters nicely against Xie Lian’s skin, emitting a pale pink hue.

Hua Cheng gulps.

He may be a ghost king, but he is not equipped to face this challenge.

It had started with a simple question.

“Do ghost kings not take baths?”

Hua Cheng paused mid-sweep and looked back at Xie Lian curiously. They’d been fixing up Puqi Shrine and cleaning the grounds, after leaving it unattended for several days when they went off to catch a runaway fetus spirit. Things were winding down for the day, with Lang Ying washing dishes after a not-so-successful meal and Guzi put to sleep.

“N-not that I mean anything by it! I was just thinking, how we ran around all over the land recently and we just spent a whole day cleaning the shrine, and I haven’t seen you gone washing since.” Xie Lian stopped to reflect. “I suppose there aren’t suitable places around here to properly do so.”

Hua Cheng pulled a small smile and continued to sweep away the last of leaves into a corner. “Gege needn’t worry to justify his questions. Any curious thoughts arise, this San Lang will gladly answer. I don’t know about the other ones and I don’t care to, but this one does well to remember to be clean. It would be an offence not to.”

He faltered and quickly added, “Does gege think this San Lang is filthy? I will—”

“Ah no! Like you said, it was just a curious thought” Xie Lian says. His eyes then sparkled, caught bright under the gleam of moonlight. “How about we take a dip in the pond nearby? It’s a nice little spot I found not so long ago, with a waterfall. The night is still early. I’m sure it’ll help expel the last of the adrenaline from our recent voyage.”

Which is how Crimson Rain Sought Flower has found himself in this current predicament.

Much to Hua Cheng’s dismay, it doesn’t really expel much. If anything, it invites more adrenaline and that is not what he needs right now. To be so close, in the intimate space of such private practices—Hua Cheng calls upon the 800 years of learned patience and discipline.

Xie Lian is still waiting for him. “Something the matter? I promise, this time there are no demon babies in the water.”

“…I’m dirty.”

“That’s the point, San Lang.”

That unassuming smile graces his face, as ethereal under the night sky as the time when Hua Cheng pulled him out of the lake in rescue.

How can he say no to his god?

He feels an excited trembling at his side and Hua Cheng looks down to see E’Ming wiggling to get out. A soft chuckle runs through the air.

“See? Even E’Ming wants a wash.”

Hua Cheng slaps his weapon in annoyance. “Ignore it, gege. This thing just wants to play.”

As if Hua Cheng had said a magic word, the silk band around Xie Lian’s wrist slithers itself free and gently glides towards him. Without warning, Ruoye grabs him by the waist and tugs him into the pond. Hua Cheng surfaces just in time to hear Xie Lian laugh. It’s music in the making and he hopes to hear more of it for the rest of his time.

“Looks like Ruoye wants to play too,” Xie Lian teases.

E’Ming responds by unsheathing itself and splashing water towards the white ribbon. The two sentient weapons go at it nearby, chasing frantically at each other in an almost comic-like scene. It comes to a quick pause when E’Ming casts a rather large wave of water right in Xie Lian’s direction and Hua Cheng blocks the attack with his arm.

The demon lord shoots his weapon a cold killing look. Xie Lian meanwhile tugs on an assailing Ruoye and reminds all three of them, “gentle”.

Reprimanded, E’Ming and Ruoye calm down and go off to find other ways to play. Xie Lian then turns his attention back to Hua Cheng. “San Lang, will you hand me your robe? It’s gotten dirtied from all the chores today. I’ll wash it together with mine.”

If Hua Cheng still had a beating heart, it’d be skipping out from his chest. But he doesn’t and it’s a momentary reminder of the many boundaries he mustn’t cross over. He stands unmoving, a good distance from Xie Lian.

“Is Your Highness suggesting that he wishes to see this San Lang strip? That is quite a bold request.”

“Your outer robes, San Lang! No teasing, please.”

“This one wouldn’t dare.”

Nevertheless, Hua Cheng takes pride in observing the red flush on Xie Lian’s cheeks. Rosy and heated, it’s a gorgeous contrast to his pale white skin. He often wonders what other things can make Xie Lian blush like that. A simple touch on his neck, a nip at his ear, perhaps a kiss on his—

He stops. Stop stop stop. His Highness would not appreciate these inappropriate thoughts.

His Highness, who is currently scrubbing his clothes, as if it’s not a baseless and undeserving task for a martial god to do. He does it so earnestly, as he does with everything else. Xie Lian’s eyebrows scrunch with concentration, the tip of his tongue peeking out from habit. Hua Cheng quietly watches, peeking under his arms as he lathers soap into his hair. This is a treasured moment not to be missed.

“It’s not the grand bathhouse I’m sure San Lang has in his manor, but I find this spot to be very relaxing,” Xie Lian says in a soft tone. “Hidden astray from the main road, not a lot of villagers know of its location. Nature is untouched here and it helps me ground myself.”

“My bathhouse is nothing compared to this. If gege wishes, I can build a fence around the area. Prevent outsiders from trespassing.”

“San Lang,” Xie Lian chortles, “if people pass by, they pass by. If they don’t, they don’t. This place isn’t mine. None of it is, even Puqi Shrine. I’m merely borrowing the land from which the earth has gifted me.”

Hua Cheng sneaks a loving smile. He’s always admired this side of him.

After one final dunk in the water, Xie Lian wrings both their now-cleaned robes dry and drapes them over a low-hanging branch. He gives the red robe a long look, contemplation washing over.

“San Lang, if I may brazenly ask…”

Hua Cheng halts his scrubbing to give the man his full attention.

“Earlier when you said…it would be an offence…to whom would it be an offence?”

It takes several words out before Xie Lian flutters his gaze up to Hua Cheng, already bashful from making such an inquiry. But once Hua Cheng catches his eyes, he does all he can to hold them. He wills them not to look away, yearning to convey all the feelings locked inside. The fires, the bliss, the ten thousand words he’s thought up to say in the past eight hundred years. All the little tingles of emotions bottled up and will continue to be so for he has a beloved and that beloved cannot know.

Hua Cheng tilts his head slightly forward and softens his gaze. “Someone very important.”

A short moment of silence pass before Xie Lian hums in understanding. He grabs hold of the wooden bucket, floating forgotten nearby, and returns to his own washing.

“San Lang is a very earnest person.”

Only for his one god.

“Gege is not going to question further?”

“Whatever San Lang is willing to tell me, I will listen with gratitude. I trust you have your reasons.”

Hua Cheng purses his lips, not knowing what to do with this level of trust. So he dunks his head underwater and scrubs harshly at his hair. He’s determined to get all the dirt out. All that filth that sticks to him like a parasite, refusing to leave this place that Xie Lian considers his haven.

Get out. Get out get out get out. His Highness, in all his lack of self-preservation, has invited a Devastation for a private bath and all he wants to do is touch and feel and be close, so so close with him. Patience is his forte – it’s something he’s nurtured in the past centuries but there are moments of weakness. Moments like this when he cannot contain himself and wish he can kiss gege again.

Be a thief and steal another piece of bliss.

Hua Cheng lifts his head out, a thick curtain of black hair fall around his face. He’s done now, all necessary washing complete. He should get out of the pond and wait by the sidelines.

A warm hand places on his shoulder. Hua Cheng startles at Xie Lian’s sudden closeness.

“San Lang, that is not how you wash your hair,” Xie Lian chides, a slight pout to his displeased face. “You must treat it gently else you can get knots like that. Here, let me.”

Xie Lian pulls him towards the small waterfall in the corner, leading a winding path so they stay on a shallow path. Hua Cheng lets himself be turned around and a second later, feels gentle combing down his hair. He lowers himself to a kneeling position so Xie Lian doesn’t have to tip toe.

Somewhere in the depths of his chest, a ghost heart beats.

Here, under the lull of the waterfall and vigil of the moon, a god washes his follower’s hair. The consistent rhythm of Xie Lian’s fingers massaging soap on top of his scalp and combing through his hair length brings a soothing pleasure. It is here that Hua Cheng braves to think that once again, Xie Lian is okay with his touch.

“My mother used to brush my hair while I bathed.”

Somehow, Hua Cheng can imagine an overindulged young prince melting under his Empress Mother’s loving attention, just as he’s so lucky to be experiencing the same.

“Am I currently as well-behaved as gege was back then?”

Xie Lian answers with a light chuckle, “very. In fact, I was more of a troublemaker. I’d often want to go swimming and try to wiggle out of her grasps. Mother was always too lenient.”

“With good reason, I’m sure. Gege was a beloved son—” Hua Cheng stops, not wanting to bring up unsavoury memories, and quickly corrects himself. “And must have been very adorable in his mother’s eyes.”

His hair is tugged playfully. “Cheeky San Lang.”

Fingers run along his hairline, gently pulling back to catch every strand. When the same hand moves down to his ears and brushes against the outer skin, Hua Cheng shivers in delight. It feels like something forbidden, one he gladly welcomes. No one has ever come this close in contact and Hua Cheng resolves from here on out that only Xie Lian will have the privilege.

Washing turns to a pleasant session of grooming. Hua Cheng’s sure his hair is more than clean but he stays quiet in favour of Xie Lian’s touch. His eyes drift to a lazy close, the peace creeping up on him so sneakily that he almost misses Xie Lian’s murmurs.

“I don’t…I rarely reminisce on old memories, especially ones involving my parents. They were from so long ago.”

An image of the Xianle Empress flashes in Hua Cheng’s mind. She’d been looking worryingly over him, from that time when he’d been rescued from Xie Lian’s bastard cousin.

“Then San Lang is very happy that gege is sharing a piece of his memory with him.”

He’s rewarded with a final stroke of his hair before he’s pulled towards the waterfall.

“Come, rinse. Stand under here, the water is not that heavy.”

Hua Cheng dutifully complies, happy under Xie Lian’s full attention and care. When the waterfall hits him, he tips his head slightly back and feels the suds slide down his hair. He hums in pleasure.

“Gege is right, this is very relaxing.”

Hearing no response, Hua Cheng opens his eyes. Xie Lian is wearing a dazed look, his eyes round and staring at him almost in a trancelike state. Lips slightly parted, as if in shock after discovering something unexpected.

“Your Highness?”

That seems to shake Xie Lian out of his stupor. He swiftly looks away, a nervous smile slapped on to hide the quiver in his voice.

“Ah—sorry. You’re done. Clean now…I’ll leave you. Give you priva—ah!”

Xie Lian slips on a rock in an attempt to quickly turn away. Instincts take over and Hua Cheng moves to catch him by the waist, his arm holding firm.

“S-San Lang…”

Only when Hua Cheng registers that Xie Lian is safe and away from immediate harm that he notices their close proximity. Senses become hyperaware towards the man in his embrace—the heat emitting from Xie Lian’s stuttered breathes, the pounding of his very alive heart, the skin…

Oh the warm hot skin that sends tingles through every cell currently in contact with Hua Cheng. Only a mere thin material stands between them and it’s oddly erotic to feel the cold wetness. Hua Cheng flexes his arm and watches in satisfaction the way Xie Lian jumps. His muscles feel both hard and soft under his hold and Hua Cheng would like nothing but to memorize the ridges and curves.

“San Lang, I’m—I’m cold.”

This time, he’s barely whispering.

Hua Cheng takes mercy and slowly unwraps his arm around Xie Lian and steadies the man. “Gege, be careful.”

He receives no response but he doesn’t need to. That bright red blush on his face is enough to lift the heavy weight off his chest and unchain the shackles that has settled over ever since the time when Xie Lian scrambled away their kiss. Perhaps this is different.

Hua Cheng finishes rinsing himself under the waterfall, glancing over at Xie Lian from time to time making sure he’s alright. The god seems to be back to a normal state, no longer moving in jerky ways. They’re alright. It’s going to be okay.

He can stay by His Highness’ side for just a bit longer.

When time comes for them to wrap up, Hua Cheng grabs both of their outer robes from the branch. It’s still rather damp but better than having no covering on. Which…would be quite a problem because Xie Lian’s slowly getting out of the water, not even at all mindful of the obscene display he’s putting on.

Hua Cheng blames that under-robe once again. It molds perfectly to Xie Lian’s wet skin and paints a pretty pink picture of his naked body underneath. Hua Cheng accidentally catches sight of a rather perfectly-round bottom before looking away. Thick clouds roll over the moon, dampening any source of light. At least there is some protection to Xie Lian’s virtue by the night’s shadows.

But imagination doesn’t discriminate, not to a ghost king’s mind and definitely not to a cursed weapon with a cursed eye.

E’Ming jumps at the sight of Xie Lian, joyous to see its master’s beloved come up to the shore and even more so to see him…in that state. It does a shuddering whirl before launching itself at the man.

Hua Cheng makes a displeased sound and is about to snap his fingers when Ruoye whips around E’Ming and covers its red eye. The two weapons wrestle a short while before the scimitar gives and compliantly calms.

Hua Cheng huffs. Damn thing will have a beating later as punishment for even thinking of peeking.

Their walk back to Puqi Shrine is short but sweet. Now without the bright moon, there isn’t much light for Xie Lian to see. Luckily, Hua Cheng’s silver butterflies illuminate their path and the two take to an extra slow pace.

“They’re so lovely,” Xie Lian comments with a soft smile, a warm husk to his tone. He lifts a finger that a bold butterfly has landed on and watches its wings open and close. “I’ve seen them in action, but they’re so gentle and beautiful and—and…enchanting!”

Hua Cheng gives a teasing voice. “Gege, stop. San Lang can only take so many compliments in a day.”

“The butterflies, San Lang.”

“Oh? I guess I am none of these words that gege commends on.”

Xie Lian pauses and turns his attention on him. “That’s not what I mean! I said—well…San Lang is also gentle. And lovely.”

The smile on the ghost king’s face is ever-growing.

“Anyways! That was quite refreshing, right? I can already feel my muscles relax.”

He, too, can feel Xie Lian’s muscles. Hua Cheng’s fingers wiggle on impulse and he quickly brings his hands behind his back.

“Gege’s suggestions are always the best. I am at my cleanest state.”

Xie Lian laughs and the butterflies flutter to the musical cadence. One floats near Hua Cheng and he reaches to gently play with it. His hand grazes Hua Cheng’s shoulder and the latter promptly looks at Xie Lian, searching for any signs of discomfort.

None. Xie Lian is unaffected.

The butterflies grow more daring by the second and surround the god in an illuminating circle. He in turn gives every butterfly a chance of contact with his hands and hums in delight.

Hua Cheng relishes in the sight before him.

Perhaps it’s okay to be this close. Perhaps even in a way Hua Cheng hasn’t dared to think of before. And someday…maybe someday he can show His Highness just how close he desires to be.

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a/n: somewhere between these paragraphs, dianxia drops the soap. cue shower-sex scene.

#hualian #tgcf #myfics #im so tired. ready to drop ded. #thank you cofferiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[crazy-loca-blog]

Personal thoughts on Open Heart, Third Year, Chapters 2, 3 and 4

Note: As the title says, these are just personal opinions on Choices books and chapters. Of course, you may agree or disagree with them, I only use this platform to express my thoughts on what I read every week and what I’d like to see in the next chapters, because none of my friends play Choices so I have no one to comment the books with.

I was actually planning to post this last week (and the week before) and I just couldn’t come up with a consistent piece of text to do it. I only had a lot of random ideas that for some reason couldn’t connect because there is something about Open Heart 3 Leland Bloom that blocks me when I want to write and I just can’t find the right words to explain what I want to say. So this will be some kind of “hybrid” between Chapters 2, 3 and 4. I’m the kind of person who trusts her guts a lot, and I’m getting so many different vibes from this book… but by now one thing is clear to me: it will be all about Leland Bloom, both directly AND indirectly. Even though it’s no news that he is the actual antagonist in this book, Chapters 2 and 3 left me thinking how much he was already controlling at the hospital and how much we hadn’t seen yet… and thankfully, Chapter 4 began to give me some answers.

But first, I want to make a recap on the influence that Leland has had in our friends so far: - He gave Rafael a job even though he had only taken a few courses that probably weren’t enough to perform the type of job he’s doing.

- Elijah has been given a chance to work in research (his dream job).

- Jackie was promoted to chief resident (the perfect job for her).

- He gave Ethan the power to hire a new doctor for the team (to make him believe that he was still in control of the team).

- Just as Elijah, Baz was given a chance to work in research (let’s remember he almost left Edenbrook in Book 2 to pursue a job in research).

- Esme’s problems with Levi’s family were solved because of Leland Bloom’s intervention millions. There is also Bryce, Sienna, Aurora, Ines and the MC. Right now it looks like he’ll offer Sienna something regarding the pediatric area, and there’s nothing clear about Aurora and Ines, but I’d like to stop specifically on Bryce and the MC. For some reason, all this Bryce’s overconfidence thing got me thinking… what if this is Leland Bloom’s influence, too? We know Bryce and the MC are the best residents in their respective fields… and we know he’s been trying to praise our MC’s work every time he has a chance. What if he’s doing exactly the same thing to Bryce? Like pushing him to be the best doctor he can be (very Ethan’s style), but in the wrong way? There is also Naveen. Where is he? Well, I may have a theory. So far, we’ve seen Leland Bloom’s influence in almost every area of the hospital, except one: the administration. And we don’t have Kyra or Harper working in that area anymore, so our only hope to know what’s going on there is through Naveen. So my guess is that PB is saving him for some future chapters when his help will be needed (remember that even though we all hate it, he stopped having a major role in Book 2). And finally, I don’t know if this is just a coincidence or if it may be something that we should consider for future chapters, but I wanted to point it out. So far, there are four characters (besides the MC) that we can tell don’t trust Bloom: Jackie, Esme, Ethan and Zaid. And there is one thing they all have in common (besides being doctors): they’re probably the characters with the strongest temper in this series. They also perform different roles in different areas of the hospital. I don’t know if this will have some type of effect when discovering and fighting all the mess that Leland Bloom is making, but I never forget that in Open Heart, almost everything has a reason to be. There are many other things that are causing me some doubts. For example, don’t you find suspicious that, if you’re romancing Ethan, you have this apparently perfect relationship and if you’re dating Rafael, Bryce or Jackie this is not happening? Does this mean there will be “trouble in paradise” in future chapters and that these troubles may have an effect on the diagnostics team? Also, we’ve been having a chance to choose between three very different types of answers when solving the cases (giving credit to the team, accepting all the credit, and another one that seems to be random or related to the case/patient) and when making decisions inside the team (we may agree with Ethan, agree with Harper or stay neutral/have no opinion at all). Will our choices regarding the team have any effect in the future? And then we have Harper. What’s going to happen to her? We know that it was Ethan who convinced her to join the diagnostics team (and this might mean that we have an ally) and so far I love the role that she has in the team because she seems to keep the balance when it comes to making decisions, but at the same time, she seems to be very naïve and easy to manipulate and Bloom might use her “weakness” for his own benefit. And last but not least, of course we’ll have Tobias. There were several reasons why he was always meant to be the new member of the diagnostics team, but the most important one for me was that they needed someone as brilliant as Harper, Ethan and the MC, but who also could be Leland Bloom’s pawn inside the team. Of course, there was also that plot of Ethan vs. Tobias that was left unfinished in Book 2. Then, is he our friend or our enemy? I think he originally accepted the job not only for the big paycheck that Bloom (who is giving me some Silas Prescott vibes by now) must have offered him, but also to mess with Ethan and to rebate every decision he makes. However, I don’t think Tobias knows as much as we do about all the ethical issues that Edenbrook is dealing with (I wrote some paragraphs specifically about Suzette’s case here) and the control that Bloom is having over the patients and the doctors,

and I don’t think he’s willing to throw his career away to save some rich man ass, so he may have Ethan’s back faster than we think. Also, I think he will create a professional conflict for our MC (and maybe a personal one if you’re dating Ethan): Ethan will expect to have the MC on his corner, but let’s not forget that Tobias literally helped to save our MC’s life in Book 2... so there is a chance that our MC will be left right there in the middle of their mess. Anyway… I have to agree with all those people who claim the book is going slow. But as I’ve said in the past, Open Heart has always been a slow series and the writers take their time to develop and solve the conflicts in the book, to the point that I think they take the phrase “patience is a virtue” to a whole new level. So be patient and let the writers do their jobs, most of the time they actually have a point when doing things the way we don’t want them to be.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #open heart #choices open heart #open heart choices #casey valentine #ethan ramsey #rafael aveiro #bryce lahela #jackie varma #sienna trinh #elijah greene #aurora emery #harper emery #tobias carrick #baz mirani #zaid mirani #ines delarosa #naveen banerji #leland bloom #edenbrook #pixelberry

[zukadiary]

The whole top star subject is fascinating! Would you be willing to hypothesize on who seems to be the next top star/nibante/Sanbante in each troupe? Purely for fun, we know things can change!

Ok ok ok.... I will do this if

we all remember that in Takarazuka the rules are made up and the points don’t matter... I’d never stake anything on anything

no one @’s me about my hunches!!

(Full names only because lots of newbies in my inbox this week)

🌸 Towaki Sea is for all intents and purposes Hanagumi’s nibante. I know like... she’s not getting cast in nibante roles yet, and even with Seto Kazuya’s weird nibante-but-not reign coming to an end, Minami Maito might keep pulling rank for a bit. BUT, Towaki Sea is the Visa girl, she was pulled into Hanagumi to be top star, and barring transfers I think she’s pretty much guaranteed to be the the next top star.

Below that, well, Hanagumi isn’t exactly flush with upperclassmen. Seino Asuka is the next definitely tracked person, with 3 shinko leads and a solo bow, but she’s allllll the way down still in shinkos. Between her and Towaki Sea there’s Hiryuu Tsukasa with 1 shinko lead and 1 shared bow lead hovering in a kinda will-they-or-won’t-they scenario (I’m betting they won’t which is NOT my assessment of what should happen, just what I think probably will happen). I have no idea who they will treat as sanbante once Towaki Sea is consistently getting nibante roles, and honestly I think that between Yuzuka Rei and her so many years will pass that the landscape will change before Towaki’s successor.

🌙 Tsukigumi’s line of succession hasn’t changed since the Tsukishiro/Asami swap in 2017, with the exception of Miya Rurika removing herself from it. Ostensibly, Tsukishiro Kanato > Akatsuki Chisei > Kazama Yuno. 

HOWEVER, the next top combi has not been announced yet, and despite the relatively clear lineage, I also think Tsuki is the strongest candidate for RECEIVING CHAOS, just by virtue of the fact that they’re the only troupe with a top spot coming open in the visible future. I still think Tsukishiro Kanato WILL be top of Tsuki (even if there is a chaotic interlude), and if it’s immediate, I don’t know if Houzuki An is planning to stick around and steal the nibante roles for a little while, or if she’s going to leave with the outgoing tops.

This is based on NOTHING but a hunch but.... there are also a couple of troupes that feel, uh, a little unstable. I personally think Kazama Yuno is a good transfer candidate, because she’s IMO one of the few youngsters with I-can-save-this-troupe vibes almost as strong as Towaki Sea’s.

❄️ For the purposes of this exercise, I’m commenting on Yukigumi’s already announced next generation led by Ayakaze Sakina. I suppose TECHNICALLY, the lineage is Asami Jun > Aya Ouka > Agata Sen... however, I think Agata Sen is the only one of those three who might actually become a top star.

I HOPE they let Asami Jun do it, I think she’s interesting. But tbh, I don’t think Yukigumi’s next top star is in the troupe right now. 

⭐ FuuuuUuuUuuUUuuuck if I know. Seo Yuria was the latest bloomer out of the 95ths who became anyone, and literally just as the company decided “hey maybe Seo is a thing!” they also boinked Aizuki Hikaru right in front of her. So now we have something that looks like Aizuki Hikaru > Seo Yuria > Ayaki??? Hikari????? > Amahana Ema > Kiwami Shin 

Except...

The last and only time a nibante who outranked the top star (in terms of graduating class) was actually present in the troupe with the younger top AND actually became top afterwards was Kuze Seika taking over from exception-to-every-rule Amami Yuuki in 1997, so I don’t know if that’s a great endorsement for Aizuki Hikaru’s prospects statistically.

Why move Aizuki Hikaru in front of Seo Yuria if they really wanted to keep Seo on the path to stardom?? That said, I still think that of all the CURRENT in-troupe possibilities, I feel like her taking over next is the least far fetched.

(I don’t actually think Ayaki Hikari is a contender here)

They just like, FEEL WISHY WASHY about Amahana Ema to me. I can’t explain it with concrete evidence, they just do.

I think Kiwami Shin will be a top star. I have no idea when or where.

My actual prediction is they plan to milk Rei Makoto for like six years, and by the time she’s ready to retire the troupe will look nothing like it does today. In the meantime, we should all start stocking up on smelling salts for Amato Kanon 2029.

🌌 Serika Toa > Sakuragi Minato... however, especially now with COVID, either Serika Toa’s clock is hella ticking, or giving her a proper top run would force Sakuragi Minato’s clock to start ticking. I personally hope they just chill out, practice patience, and let them succeed one another, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some chaos surrounding one of them. 

After them, I think Kazuki Sora will get the roles, but we’ll be talking Rukaze Hikaru/Takato Chiaki/some transfer when it comes to the actual future top. 

Maybe I’ll reblog this in 3 years and see how much I embarrassed myself :)

[yououui]

First of all, congrats for your 900 followers, you deserve them ❤🎉 related to the KF prompts, what about Kurogane being a warrior elf and Fay being a mage. They both have had very long lives and have been friends for a very long time too, but have little to no experience in romantic love for any reason you wish lol. (They have experienced family love, love for their friends and other types of love though) and Kurogane accidentally says something that makes Fay's heart skip a beat and blush. Kurogane doesn't notice what he says until he sees Fay 😂 what happens next is up to you 😊

Quiet footsteps, expertly avoiding any twigs or dry leaves. Arrow nocked, bow raised, he gives one quiet breath to steady himself as he aims for the deer and— 

“Hyuu~ what good form!”

The deer’s ears perk up and it promptly dashes away. Kurogane lowers his bow and looks above him into the foliage of the forest with a scowl and a pounding in his temple. “Oi,” He snaps as he returns the arrow to its quiver and the bow to its place on his back. “Get down here so I can beat you up properly.”

Without even a rustle in the leaves, pale silks and wispy hair appear above Kurogane. Hanging upside down, his knees hooked over a branch, Fai grins happily at Kurogane without a single care for the threat just thrown at him. The hair that usually frames his face is hanging down, exposing his pale forehead, the rest of it pulled up to the top of his head and secured with a ribbon to match his expensive robes. Taking the bait hanging in front of him like a rope, Kurogane grasps the wavy golden locks and gives a tug.

Fai whines and waves his hands around his head to swat Kurogane away. “Hey, that hurts!” The mage pouts.

Kurogane only scoffs. “Lucky I don’t do more to you. You cost me my hunt, you annoying little fae.” He reaches to flick at pale, pointed ears, but Fai pulls away before he can.

Fai weightlessly falls from the trees and lands silently on his feet, as graceful as a cat, and shrugs casually. “You’ll find another deer to slay. Come, I have something much more exciting to show you!” He has an eager look on his face, his bright blue eyes sparkling under the beams of sunlight spilling through the leaves.

Kurogane sighs but follows regardless. He’s followed after Fai and given in to his antics since they were children, though why, he never quite knew. Fai was his oldest and, really, only friend. He’d go anywhere with him, even if he complained the entire time.

“Don’t you have some lessons to be in?” Kurogane asks as they walk through the quiet forest.

“Don’t you?” Fai counters. He waves a hand nonchalantly. “I’m finished for the day! I practiced some spells, worked on some potions, and slipped away as soon as I was dismissed. I’m all yours for the day!”

“Mm.” Kurogane hums. “Until someone comes looking for you. Remember what happened last time their favorite pupil disappeared for too long?”

“Then I’ll just have to make sure I pick a better hiding place,” Fai winks with a charming smile.

Fai is quite possibly the most powerful elven mage in their entire kingdom and has been doted on since he was a small child and his powers first began presenting themselves. With so few mages remaining of their kind, any mage born is seen treated as royalty, but Fai is extremely special. 

By comparison to him, Kurogane is terribly average. A warrior elf, one in a thousand—  though he is the strongest of them all, at least he has that to brag about. But with just one look, one could see how different the two of them were; Fai, wearing his gifted silks and pretty pendents, and Kurogane in a beige tunic with a bow on his back and a sword at his hip. 

And yet, the two became quick friends as children. They were allowed to play together back then, when they were too young to begin their training. But by the time their lessons started, they were expected to understand that they were not the same, that two elves of drastically different lineage could never be seen at the same level. And so, they were no longer given permission to spend their time together. And Fai especially was forbidden from frolicking around freely and instead was often treated like fragile glass.

But Fai, being Fai, found a way. He’d sneak away and drag Kurogane along with him so the two could play, or hunt, or train, or just lounge around. No matter how many punishments it led to when they were caught, he never stopped, and neither did Kurogane.

Kurogane wonders, as he sees dirt cling to the bottom of Fai’s flowing robes, how much trouble he’ll get in today when he’s inevitably caught.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” Kurogane asks eventually.

“Patience is a virtue, Kuro-tan,” Is Fai’s response. “We’re almost there, and then you will see that it’s worth the wait.”

Kurogane grumbles a quiet complaint. After a little while more, they eventually break through the line of trees, which opens to a wide clearing surrounded by the forest on each side. Without the leaves to act as shade, the sun shines brightly over a field full of pale purple flowers, petals drifting lazily in the breeze and honeybees buzzing around.

Fai lifts his arms to gesture grandly to the field. “Here it is! Isn’t it amazing?”

“It’s... fine, I suppose,” Kurogane shrugs. He’s never been much of a flower person.

Fai, however, looks at Kurogane like he’s just said something horribly offensive. “Fine? It’s fine? What have you seen that could possibly be any more beautiful than this?”

“Honestly?” Kurogane glances at the mage. “You.”

He says it easily because, well, it’s true. It’s not like it’s only Kurogane that thinks so—everyone is enamored by Fai’s looks. Kurogane is certain the mage must have some ancient fae blood flowing in this veins; he can’t find any other reason for Fai’s almost other-worldly beauty. Blue eyes that shimmer like gems, fair skin that never blemishes, hair like threaded gold that reflects silver under the moonlight. Even Kurogane, who never much cares about things like physical appearances, knows that Fai is quite possibly the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Kurogane doesn’t think anything of the compliment. Not until he peers at Fai again and sees that his cheeks have gone bright red. Even the tips of his pointed ears are pink. Kurogane furrows his brows and leans in closer to the mage to get a better look at him; Fai’s back bows to lean away from him.

“Oi. What’s wrong?” Kurogane asks as he reaches out to touch Fai’s forehead. “You look ill.”

“What?” Fai squeaks and leaps back from Kurogane’s touch like a skittish animal. “I’m fine!”

Kurogane crosses his arms over his chest and frowns at the mage. “Your face is all red.”

Fai places a hand on his cheek and looks away. “Yes, well. I suppose. I’m just surprised that Kuro-pan would say such a thing.”

Kurogane blinks at the blushing elf. Is Fai embarrassed? There’s no way he’s bashful; Kurogane knows that Fai knows how pretty he is. “Thought you’d be used to it by now,” Kurogane tells him. “You get called beautiful ten times a day.”

“This is... different,” Fai tells him.

“...Why?” Kurogane asks.

“I... I don’t know, really,” Fai responds, turning away slightly to look at the flowers. “But for some reason, hearing you say it has me feeling rather...” He stops suddenly, his lips pressing into a tight, straight line as his cheeks redden even further. 

He gulps and glances at Kurogane, then abruptly looks away again. Kurogane scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and looks at the flowers as well. “Sorry. Won’t do it again,” He murmurs.

“No,” Fai responds immediately. “You... You can say it again. If you want to.”

Kurogane regards the mage. “...Okay then,” He says quietly.

Fai swallows and, very stiffly, says, “...Kuro-pan is rather beautiful, too.”

Kurogane feels his own face heat up and he can only hope that it isn’t as apparent on his bronzed skin as it is on Fai’s. “H-Huh? What the hell are you saying, you idiot?!” He stammers.

Fai looks at him with a soft smile, not one of teasing, but of honesty. Kurogane feels something swoop down in his stomach and his ears get hot. Is this what Fai had just felt, as well? He’s never experienced such a thing in his long life, but his heart is beating wildly and he finds it difficult to look away from those pretty eyes, reflecting the warmth of the setting sun.

Eventually though, Kurogane pulls his eyes away from Fai and scowls at the flowers. “The hell are you staring at me for?” He asks. “Didn’t you want to come to look at the flowers?”

Fai laughs quietly and nods. “Yes, you’re right. I did come all the way out here to admire the beauty.”

Kurogane glances at Fai again and finds that Fai, his face still flushed, is still looking at him.

Kurogane finds it hard to look away, too.

#kurofai #kinda wanna write a whole story about this...

[accirax]

Obey Me Brothers as Virtues

Probably because of the angel outfit leak, I’ve seen a decent number of posts floating around lately talking about what the brothers would have been like in the Celestial Realm as angels of virtue. Most of those posts have equated the brothers with the virtue that’s the opposite of their current sin, and while those ideas are also great, I personally think that they’d fit better with different virtues. That way, the characters could still be recognizable as “themselves” as angels.

Keep in mind that these are just my headcanons, and that they’ll probably be destroyed by whatever event/lesson those outfits go with :,) Potential spoilers up to Lesson 21 because that’s as far as I’ve read.

PRIDE -> HUMILITY - Leviathan

Humility means having a low view of one’s own importance, and who does that fit better than the Avatar of Envy? This otaku is the third strongest of the brothers, the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, AND an amazing gamer (three attributes of equal importance), and yet he still doesn’t understand why MC would even give him the time of day. I’m sure that Levi would have similarly belittled his own importance in the Celestial Realm as the Angel of Humility.

GREED -> CHARITY - Asmodeus

On the surface, this might not seem like the best fit. Asmo, the attention-seeking narcissist, being the Angel of Charity? But Asmo’s self-centered ways fit perfectly when you consider exactly what he’s being generous with-- himself. Asmo is always sharing every part of himself to the world: his time, his thoughts, and his body. As an angel, he could have inspired others to be charitable with their love, just as he shares his self-proclaimed wonderful qualities with everyone around him.

ENVY -> KINDNESS - Beelzebub

Come on. You know that Beel, resident cinnamon roll of the House of Lamentation, would have to be the angel that embodies kindness. He shows so much affection to all of his brothers, Belphie especially, and obviously towards MC as well. Even though he’s the Avatar of Gluttony, he still tries his best to make people happy by sharing his food with them when they’re sad. As the Angel of Kindness, his protective nature was probably a kind blessing for those who needed it. And his hugs. But those have probably stayed mostly the same.

WRATH -> PATIENCE - Mammon

Mammon? Patient? The demon who’s always breaking into your room, and clinging to you, and refusing to sit down and do his work? MAMMOOOOON?!? Impersonations of Lucifer aside, Mammon actually shows a great amount of patience all the time, considering how his brothers treat him. As in, they’re so mean to him. Constantly. And he just... takes it. As the second strongest brother, he could easily teach any of his brothers (besides Lucifer) a lesson the next time they mouth off against him. But he never does. And he’s never turned against MC either (I get the sense that this is true past 21), even when they're throwing themselves or spending time with someone other than him (blasphemous!). Plus, some of his Devilgram stories show that he’s willing to be very patient when it comes to a relationship. Mammon’s secret emotional strength shows the restraint that he could have embodied as the Angel of Patience.

LUST -> CHASTITY - Satan

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Are you saying that Satan isn’t ever lustful? And, no, I’m not. While any headcanons for the brothers’ sexualities are valid, textually I don’t think there’s any evidence to suggest that ANY of the brothers would be especially chaste. So, let’s think about this in a different way. Lust is often thought of as one’s primal urges. But, as the Avatar of Wrath, what are Satan’s primal urges? To be really, really angry, all the time. Thinking about chastity as suppressing one’s innermost urges makes Satan an easy fit for the title. He’s the master of concealing his innate impulses, the king of acting civil in public, the Lord of Masks. Of course, the other thing you may have been thinking up top was that Satan never was an angel, so whatever I assign him doesn’t really matter... 

Theoretically, I’d propose that in his place, Lilith could fill this spot. However, considering that her romance with a human is what sparked the Great Celestial War, I think she might not be the best fit...

GLUTTONY -> TEMPERANCE - Belphegor

So in opposition to gluttony, temperance literally means “abstinence from alcoholic drink.” But, that’s kind of boring, and like literal chastity, I don’t think that there’s much evidence to say that any of the brothers would fit this very well. The other definition of temperance is “moderation in action, thought, or feeling,” which I think fits the Avatar of Sloth pretty well. Other than... that one time... Belphie keeps a fairly level head, preferring to nap than to get super worked up about things. His sarcastic, smirking comments also display a temperate emotional distance that only the cool Belphegor could embody. Even in the Celestial Realm, Angel of Temperance Belphie could convince people to take it easy, in a way.

SLOTH -> DILIGENCE - Lucifer

And another obvious one to finish the list. If you don’t think that Lucifer works hard, I’m not sure if you’ve been reading the lessons properly. Go listen to the Save Me, Lucifer audio drama, it’s really funny. Lucifer works hard day and night and day and night again both to fulfill Diavolo’s wishes and to keep the House of Lamentation operational. As the Angel of Diligence, Lucifer could have inspired people to work hard, although hopefully incorporating a little more rest than the eldest brother usually gets.

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I just like to think about the angelic qualities that the brothers display. They always say stuff like “oh, we’re demons, we’re actually terrible people; we just  don’t show that side to you” >:(  But... the hospitality that they show to MC isn’t a lie. That’s part of who they really are as well. So this is my appreciation post to them, showing that they still are good people, even as some of the leaders of the Devildom. I hope these 2D, fictional, hot anime demon boys understand that :,)

#obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #is that how you tag the characters??? #obey me headcanons #obey me spoilers #you never know what fandom i'm gonna pop up in next #my friend convinced me to start playing this game and i have grown a little bit obsessed #but that's easy to do when the writing was so surprisingly good! #and fit for analysis like this very post! #the way that they characterize the sins is fascinating to me #making the avatar of pride be prideful for someone else? fascinating! #making the avatar of wrath appear super polite on the surface? amazing! #making the avatar of envy a huge nerd? not at all what i expected but incredibly fitting! #i'd love to draw something for this one day #maybe an animatic... but we'll see #i decided to censor this post last minute just in case anybody important ever looks at it #which isn't as funny but what can ya do #just imagine a certain word that's Not Safe For Luke in Satan's section ;)