#elizabeth is SO TALL and SO gorgeous

[jenscx]

MY DARLING — jang wonyoung x f!reader

you were just living a quaint life in a bookstore, until a stranger barges in on a rainy day, evidently changing your life.

TAGS — very fluffy, princess!wonyoung, slight angst, jealousy (tiny), commoner!yn, flirty wony

WORDCOUNT — 3.9k

the 10th of august, 1820. you sigh at the raindrops splashing against the glass windows, tinted with a slight hue of blue. the bookstore was rarely this quiet but with everything going on in the royal castle, perhaps it was to be expected.

“no customers yet?” you whip your head up, frowning. eunbi, the owner of the bookstore and the one who had raised you, stood at the top of the flight of creaky, wooden stairs. you shake your head, “aren’t the nobles trying to popularise reading? i don’t think it is working too well.”

eunbi laughs. “sure. the literature we sell here isn’t too demanding of their literary skills. and the nobles only flock to poetry, maybe it’s time we expanded our small library.”

your eyes brighten at the thought of an increased variety of books. even though you adored the selection here, it was starting to get quite boring. the constant romance themes evident in every single book was rather… annoying.

“hm, perhaps we should close up for the day, it’s rather late and the rain is heavy. i don’t think anyone else will bear with the storm just for a quick read,” eunbi suggests and you comply immediately, packing up the stacks of papers standing tall at the counter. you were just scribbling on them to rid your boredom.

“i’ll be upstairs if you need me,” she calls out before heading up once more. you sigh again. just as you were about to close the curtains shut, the door slams open and you almost squeal.

a mysterious hooded figure stands before you, heaving up and down as quick breathes escape them.

“uhm, apologies but we are closing for the day,” you say. the figure turns and you roll your eyes. their cloak was dripping rainwater all over the mahogany wood floors that you had just polished that morning!

“terribly sorry for the intrusion,” they (you raise an eyebrow at the feminine voice) mumble, “i needed a place to get away.”

“right, i don’t really care because you are ruining my flooring, so could you take that damn cloak off?”

the person immediately does so, revealing the white fitted bodice that clung to the woman’s skin, almost translucent and you feel a blush creeping up your neck.

“you are… soaked.”

“yes, quite obviously.”

you turn away from her, eyes avoiding her own narrowing gaze as she was quite literally the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.

“i’ll get you a cloth to clean yourself up with,” you mutter while the girl nods and proceeds to walk along the shelves.

if you weren’t so distracted by her apparent beauty, you would be more conscious of how familiar she looked.

moments later, you return with a cloth, and the stranger was peering at one of the many books that lined the shelves.

“fan of jane austen?” you smile when she jumps slightly at your sudden voice, “that is one of her most popular pieces of literature; pride and prejudice from 1813. though we do have earlier pieces such as ann radcliffe’s the romance of the forest, 1791.”

the woman nods, “aren’t you quite acquainted with books? any suggestions?”

“hm, perhaps persuasion by jane austen if you’re a fan, but do read most of her writings, it’s incredible.”

“what about playwrights? anyone that you’ve taken a liking to?” she asks.

you think for a while, “elizabeth inchbald. i thought lovers’ vows was spectacular. shame i couldn’t see it, sometimes i wished i was born earlier.”

“i always thought that it was too controversial and morally ambiguous for people to adore it. thankfully i’ve found someone of my own,” she says, a twinkle in her eye that you can’t help but feel your heartbeat race at. she daps at her neck with the cloth and you evert your eyes.

“a-anyway, what brings you here? you’ve distracted me from closing up.”

she places the book back into its original position and furrows her brows, “do you not recognise who i am?”

you tilt your head and lean on the bookshelves, “no, not particularly. am i meant to?”

“yes, but i’d rather you stay unknowing. if we were to be… friends, could i ask that you never try to find my identity?”

“could i at least know your name? or something to call you?”

“of course, i haven’t introduced myself. you can call me wonyoung.” wonyoung, you think, it’s a pretty name.

she flashes a gleaming smile at you, “could i know yours?”

“y/n,” you reply, “what brings you here?”

wonyoung’s posture slackens and you take the time to admire her luscious black hair that was tied into a bun with small curls and waves. you unconsciously swallow your saliva as wonyoung answers you.

“just running from my responsibilities. quite lucky of me to end up in a quaint bookstore with you, to be frank.”

your eyes trail down from her face to her collarbones, mouth going dry at the sight of her neck. god, you think, clenching your eyes shut.

“you all right? your cheeks are… flushed,” you spot a hint of a teasing smile on her face.

“how old are you?” wonyoung asks suddenly.

“i’m eighteen this year.”

“oh, i’m eighteen as well.”

you grin, “what responsibilities could you have at eighteen? we’re the same age, yet i’m just working at a bookstore.”

wonyoung shakes her head, almost sullen, “you have no clue how hectic it is back there. if here is shallow water, when i go back there, i’ll drown in the tsunami.”

“how poetic.”

“impressive, isn’t it?”

you giggle first and wonyoung’s laughter joins soon after. her laugh is melodic and soothing, a breather. it’s like you’ve just found your oasis.

and maybe she’s found hers.

your night is spent alone. no wonyoung to fill the empty spaces of silence apart from the occasional footsteps outside of the bookstore. you spent all day with her, or rather the rest of the day until she deemed too late to reach home. no matter how hard you try, your mind ends up wandering and you dream of rosy cheeks with a bunny smile.

you awake the next morning with a letter at your doorstep, addressed in neat calligraphy.

dear y/n,

i could not tell you how much i enjoyed yesterday, it was an eye-opening experience. i am definitely the luckiest person ever. i can’t believe how lucky i was to enter your bookstore and meet you. i hope we stay acquainted forever. send your reply to this address, i will wait for it.

sincerely yours,

wonyoung

if it were from anyone else, you would have found it desperate, or creepy. but even after a day of meeting wonyoung, you were enchanted.

hence, you quickly draft up a letter, perhaps she could see how much desperation there was in the messily scrawled handwriting for you to see her again.

it took almost no time for you and her to communicate daily through letters. even though you only met her three weeks ago, it felt like you’ve known her forever. wonyoung was your everything. and maybe you were her everything too. she was the part of your routine you looked most forward to.

eunbi had questioned you about your sudden enthusiasm and happiness. after all, she had been your caregiver since she had taken you in and you were never this dreamy.

wonyoung would sometimes drop by during the evening and you would spend a few hours together before she had to leave. it was the highlight of your week. a few hours would be all you could have, until a letter arrives at your doorstep.

my darling y/n,

how have you been? i found that book you’ve been raving about. i must extend my apologies for reading it beforehand, you were just too excited about it that i had to read it for myself. anyway, would your bed be free tonight? could i spend the night at your bookstore? my parents finally gave me permission to do so. i do hope you’re free, if not i’ll be missing you terribly.

sincerely yours,

wonyoung

you almost crumple up the letter in excitement. wonyoung was finally sleeping over? it was a joyous celebration. you swiftly write back, hoping that the letter would reach her in time. it always did, surprisingly. you weren’t sure if the post was meant to work that fast. you were counting down the seconds for when she would arrive and when the grandfather clock struck six thirty in the evening, a knock resounded on the door.

“wonyoung!” you squeal, rushing into her arms and burying your face into the crook of her neck. physical touch had become common between you and her, initiated by her at first but mostly done by you now. you could not resist feeling the warmth her body gave off.

“good evening, yn,” she breathes out, “i almost tripped on the way here. i was so exhilarated when i received your letter.”

you grin, quickly locking up the doors and closing the curtains. wonyoung lingers around you, a bag of clothes at her feet, you presume it contained her sleepwear.

“darling,” you feel a shiver go down your spine at her voice, “shall we head up?”

you nod and interlock hands with wonyoung, dragging her up the stairs and heading into your bedroom. your bed wasn’t tiny, but with wonyoung’s height, her feet would be dangling off the edge since your mattress was wider and not lengthy.

“you can change here, i’ll just look away,” you say.

“what if i want you to look?”

your cheeks heat up and you cover your eyes, “shut up, you flirt.”

“my sincerest apologies,” wonyoung says slowly, “do you not like it when i flirt with you?” you roll your eyes. she would always ask questions which she knew the answers to. wonyoung just wanted the satisfaction of you saying it out loud.

“i like it,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“you’re adorable,” she laughs and starts to untie the laces on her corset to reveal her shift under. you take this as your cue to turn away.

a few minutes pass and wonyoung finally says, “i’m done. you can turn around now.”

she was adorned in a long light blue night rail with lace linings. you still thought she was the prettiest girl to ever walk the earth.

wonyoung flops onto your bed and you join her.

“blow out the candle, won't you?” wonyoung requests. without the light of the candle, you can only see her face that is illuminated by the moonlight.

you both slip under the sheets, facing each other. your eyes trail along her features and your fingers ache to trace them.

“how was your day? you never answered me in your reply.”

“you were genuinely asking? i thought you asked as a formality,” you chuckle at her affronted expression.

she rolls her eyes, “of course i was genuine! i’m always interested in what you have to say.”

“why are you being so cheeky today? so many flirtatious remarks,” her long arms wrap around your waist and you giggle.

“i’m just naturally like that,” wonyoung smiles, “and you like it, don’t you?”

you nod shyly.

“i do.”

“then i’ll stay this way. be whatever that you like.”

“i like you,” you confess.

wonyoung blinks slowly. your words and sincere tone seeping into her heart as a large grin overtakes her face.

“and i adore you.”

your night, unlike the first, was spent wrapped up in wonyoung’s embrace. warmth covering your body and a smile across your face the entire time you slept. it was the most peaceful night you’ve had. yet, as all things go, it was just the calm before the storm.

something had been bothering you, wonyoung could tell. after that night spent together, you and her were inseparable. but the more time you had together, the more it seemed like you were drifting away in your thoughts.

“darling?” you turn around in her embrace, “are you all right?”

“yes, i’m totally fine. couldn’t be better than being here with you.”

“i feel the same but, are you certain? it just feels like something is bothering you. if anything, could you tell me?” wonyoung asks. your body visibly tenses up and even in the dark, she could still see how your face was contemplating.

“why did you ask me to never search for your identity?”

wonyoung suddenly unwraps her arms from around your waist. you miss her warmth instantly.

“why are you bringing this up now?” she counter asks.

you frown. “just remembered it. i was reminiscing the first time we met.”

“ah.”

“also because eunbi has been asking me about you and i don’t know what to tell her. i realised i don’t know much about you and i want to change that,” you explain.

wonyoung’s breath hitches.

“eunbi? have you mentioned my name to her?”

“no, i wasn’t too sure if i should have… wonyoung, seriously, what’s this whole ordeal with your identity? can’t you just tell me?” you ask.

you decide not to mention the fact that you have actually questioned eunbi about wonyoung. the amount of warning signs about her identity had been increasing daily and you weren’t so certain about how much you could trust wonyoung anymore.

“you’re lying,” wonyoung states.

“what?”

“you know my identity.”

“wonyoung, love—”

she separates herself from you immediately and sits upright. your bubble of tranquillity bursts and the peaceful future you’ve created for the two of you was ruined.

“i told you. i specifically told you not to go looking!” her voice raises, “and you still do? and i know you’re lying to my face! you know that…”

you can’t stand it anymore. “that you’re the princess? of course i do! how could i not remember your face and name plastered everywhere? are you not aware of how influential you are? the media has been going insane at how your birthday ball was going to be the highlight of this century! but this doesn’t mean i love you less!”

“it’s not about that! you betrayed my trust. how could you? it was the first thing i’ve ever told you; don’t go looking for my identity! and i… this isn’t going to work out. i apologise, but i have to leave,” wonyoung hisses and quickly jumps out of your bed. you can only stare in silence as she packs up her clothes and leaves out the door.

you sit there on your cotton sheets, stunned at how the evening’s played out. a sigh escapes your lips and your heart aches at the forlorn expression that wonyoung had.

you couldn’t believe that wonyoung had just left like that. you thought she would at least hear you out and it wasn’t as if you yourself had gone looking for her identity! her name was basically on every single piece of news article, how could you not know? and wonyoung wasn’t a popular name.

perhaps everything will be normal in the morning. wonyoung’s letter would show up at your doorstep, apologising for how she acted and you would still forgive her.

needless to say, you were wrong. there was no letter, and definitely no bouquet of tulips that normally accompanied the letter.

“i saw the princess stomping out, did you two have a fall out?” eunbi asks. you nod, sulking.

“she found out that i knew she was the princess and she wasn’t too enthusiastic about it.”

eunbi thinks for a moment. “aren’t you going to try to chase after her? wouldn’t it be right?”

“why should i? she said we weren’t going to work out.” repeating those words brought a new level of pain.

your caregiver laughs, “that’s exactly what sakura said as well and she ended up grovelling.”

you raise an eyebrow. “who’s sakura?”

“some foreign lady. anyway, are you going to write to her or not? her birthday’s coming up soon.”

“her birthday,” you repeat, “i could just go to her birthday banquet.” eunbi blinks, “i did not mean that but sure.”

you have a newfound sense of confidence. wonyoung couldn’t do anything if you just went to her banquet, right? well, she could just order for the guards to take you out but it was open to commoners. there was a dress code but wonyoung had gifted you a pretty expensive dress recently.

“august 30th, it starts at eleven in the evening,” eunbi informs you, “you do know your way to the castle? i have other plans that night.”

“yes, of course. thank you for the idea!” you smile. as you head off back into your room, thoughts of seeing wonyoung again run through your mind.

the day had finally come. your hair was parted in the middle with your bangs curled that occasionally twitched your eyes. your bust was pushed up ever so slightly by a tight fitting corset. you had a low cut violet gown and white gloves that extended up to your elbows.

the closer you got to the palace, the more your confidence dwindled. what if wonyoung orders for the guards to escort you out? it would be ironic for you to show up at her banquet, where she would have to reveal her identity. you shiver at the thought of wonyoung’s distrustful gaze.

what happened to staying together until death parts you two? wonyoung had been so romantic with her words, maybe it was all faux.

you shake your head. you couldn’t think of that! now, you just had to reassure her that her identity revelation would not change anything. and maybe you could even try to revert to the same relationship status as before. once you enter the ballroom, you’re surrounded by nobles and commoners alike, all dressed to the nines. you scan the room, hoping to see wonyoung.

“goodness,” one of the more fashionably dressed nobles say, “dukes from high society are starting to court her already. i heard that many are offering their whole family wealth for her hand.”

your face falls. of course there would be people wanting to court her. wonyoung was so angelic and there would be no reason for rich dukes to not throw themselves at her.

“good evening, my lady,” you spin around, facing an older woman with a rather disgruntled young man, “could i ask where you are from?” luckily, eunbi had trained you beforehand.

“miyawaki y/n,” you lie through your teeth, “i’m not from around here, just passing through to visit the princess.”

“splendid! i am from the house of lee and this is my son, heeseung,” the woman exclaims, “i thought you were a perfect match for him.”

your eye twitches.

“ah, yes.”

“i’ll leave you two to get acquainted, hopefully by the end of this ball, you will be dancing with each other.”

“my lady will not be dancing with anyone,” your heart leaps. an arm links around yours and you almost instinctively lean into the familiar warmth.

the woman stands rooted to the ground while heeseung quickly scurries off.

“m-my sincerest apologies! i did not know,” she bows. wonyoung waves a hand at her and turns to look at you instead.

before the crowd starts to gather around you, wonyoung turns her head and swiftly drags you by the wrist through the many nobles.

“wony— princess!” you shriek.

she pulls you into an empty room, away from peering eyes and eavesdroppers. her gaze on you is heavy with emotion and you can barely get a chance to identify them before she speaks.

“what on earth compelled you to come here?”

“i just wanted to see you. you ran off rather quickly last night, much like that heeseung boy.”

“y/n, you can’t just show up here looking like that. i… i told you once you found out who i really was, we could never truly be together,” wonyoung sighs.

you frown, “so you weren’t going to try anyway? were you just going to love me when it was convenient? what happened to all those sweet promises you’ve made to me?”

“i can’t keep those promises if the public found out we were together,” wonyoung clasps your hands together.

“so you were just loving me for the hell of it.”

“i sacrificed lots for you.”

“but you still can’t be with me.” you take wonyoung’s silence as her answer. there’s tears welling up in your eyes and wonyoung’s gaze darts to them instantly.

you tear your hands away from hers to wipe your tears falling down your cheeks.

“this has been… eye-opening. since we were never going to work out anyway, i should take my leave. sorry for taking up your time when you should have been spending it celebrating. happy birthday.”

your heart aches. the beats slow down but you feel like it’s been crushed into little bits, which were then thrown into molten lava and rebuilt. then crushed again by wonyoung.

“wait a moment, don’t…”

“i should have know it would have ended up like this. i’m deeply sorry again, your highness,” you say coldly, bowing.

wonyoung’s mouth is open, almost like she wants to say something. but you can’t be with someone who contradicts herself every time.

“darling,” the nickname slips out and you feel sobs wreck your body, “don’t cry, wait, please.”

“my love, please look at me, please don’t walk away, i was a fool. i wasn’t thinking at all,” wonyoung rambles out, “please stay and listen, which is ironic, i realise but i can’t believe i thought i could ever live life without you. i need you. i was just scared of what they would say, but it doesn’t matter to me anymore. i realised that you’re my only light and i will never find someone better than you. it was all my doing, i never meant to hurt you like this. i’m the one who should be saying sorry.”

wonyoung stares at you, affection and longing in her eyes. so that’s what it was.

“i’m not forgiving you just yet. you still hurt my feelings.”

“of course. i’ll grovel for eternity for your forgiveness.”

you sniffle and slap her cheek lightly, not enough to even hurt.

“i hate that you can make me feel like this.”

“like what?” she asks, looking down at you.

“like everything’s okay.”

“is everything not okay?”

a smile overtakes your face, tears still dripping down your cheeks but you feel contrary.

“don’t ever do that again,” you fling your arms over her shoulders and instinctively, her hands go around your waist.

“i adore you, and if i were to ever hurt you intentionally, please just execute me on the spot,” she whispers into your ear, making you giggle.

“executing the princess is illegal, i would be given the death sentence as well.”

“then we would be together in the afterlife at least.”

“you are such a dork.”

“only yours.”

(to my darling y/n,

i hope everything’s all right back at the bookstore. could i drop by sometime later? maybe we could even read belinda by maria edgeworth. i’ve heard it is quite a worthy read. your wedding gown is gorgeous, for your information, i reckon i’ll sob at the alter. as always, do tell me about your day later. i will be counting down the minutes until i can see your beautiful face. i love you.

forever yours,

wonyoung

to my princess,

of course you can drop by. i’m expecting more books to arrive later in the afternoon. unfortunately for you, i’ve already read belinda but i will reread it with you if you want. i hope you’re doing well back at the castle; how’s the wedding preparations going? tell me all about it later. i’ll be counting down the minutes as well. i love you too.

your darling,

y/n)

#jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x reader #ive x reader #ive

[archoniluthradanar]

A Day in the Garden with Marcus Volturi

Response to a request by @marcusofthevolturi

The weather was gorgeous in Volterra today, yet the Volturi master, Marcus, was not in an appropriate mood. Today was the anniversary of Didyme's death, something he'd never forgotten over the past hundreds of years.

When you pass him in the corridor, you notice his despondency, which seems worse than ever. As the only human allowed to live in the castle as companion and social liaison for the vampires, you hate to see Marcus sad, especially about something that happened so long ago. But you know vampires tend to suffer intense depression if they lose their mates.

"Marcus," you call out. "Where are you off to?"

"Good day, child. I'm going to the garden to see to my roses."

You think it might be nice to get outside and see the garden. The Volturi have professional gardeners, but they are forbidden to touch the bed of roses planted alongside the castle's southern wall. That is Marcus' small garden, and only he may care for it. "Mightn't I come with you? It's so lovely out."

Marcus doesn't really feel like company, but since he likes and trusts you, he acquiesces. "Of course, my dear. We will need to fetch a few supplies from the gardeners' storage room.

You walk together in silence to the room located two floors down. Once there, Marcus helps you choose gardening aprons and tools needed. Marcus looks over at you and smiles. He is feeling better about having someone to garden with. None of the other vampires care about the maintenance of the garden.

You both go outside, carrying the equipment you will need. When Marcus puts down all the gardening tools at the side of the rose bed, you marvel at the beauty of the multi-coloured blooms. The smell is sweet and delightful. Leaning forward, you barely touch one of the pink roses, inhaling the scent. "It's beautiful, Marcus. They're all beautiful."

He practically grins broadly, happy in your praise of one of the few things he cares about. "Thank you, child. I am proud of this garden. It's dedicated to Didyme, you know. This rose here, I named after her." He held a pink bloom gently in his fingers, inhaling the fragrance. He closed his eyes, remembering his beloved mate.

You both get to work, and under Marcus' instructions, he shows you how to prune the old blooms. While you are loathe to pick off any aphids, he doesn't mind that task. If killing a human means so little to them, killing a bug is nothing. You're just grateful they love you enough not to want to kill you.

"Oh, Marcus, look at this rose. The colour is gorgeous!" You peer down at a bush that carries pure white roses that have a light blush- pink closer to the center of the blooms.

"Ah, yes. I created that one myself, by blending cuttings of a Full Sail white rose and a Queen Elizabeth pink rose." He admired the blooms on the bush, happy the experiment had worked so well.

"You like pink roses, Marcus?" you ask.

"The pink flowers were Didyme's favourite. I grow them in remembrance of her."

Suddenly, a bee begins to chase you, and you run around screaming while waving your arms.

Marcus is confused, but sees what is scaring you into making so much noise. He can't help but smile at your antics. "Stop running," he tells you. "You're only making it angry."

You run to Marcus and stand behind him, your arms around his waist. Hiding from the bee seemed the best course of action. Bees could never hurt Marcus.

The tall master smiles at your fear, but tries to help you by swatting the bee.

"Don't kill it!" you shout, knowing bees are endangered insects.

Marcus laughs at your sudden compassion for the hapless bee. Using his quick reflexes, he flicks the bee over the wall, watching as it flies away. "All gone," he says, his arms around you, steadying you.

You laugh, thanking Marcus for being our savior. He bows to you ever so gallantly, then you both laugh.

Aro happens to have heard voices and looks down from his office window into the garden. Watching you and Marcus seemingly enjoying the day and each other's company, he is amused by the laughter coming from both of you.

Aro initially wondered about you as a human female who joined their ranks by accident, and how you would fit in. You begged him not to kill or change you, and to allow you to do something for them. He had decided they needed someone who could intercede for them with other humans, teach them modern ways, and be a companion to them.

At the time. you had wondered if that meant indulging them sexually, but so far, aside from occasional teasing, none had asked you for sexual favours. Sometimes, when you were feeling your oats, you wished they would. If Aro had read this, he never said anything.

Aro did wonder if perhaps you would be a suitable mate for his despondent brother. There was no instant pull, but perhaps something could happen to increase your feelings for one another. He knew that you would probably not be averse to such a connection.

Back in the garden, you and Marcus continue caring for the roses, pulling out a hose to water them once the pruning had been completed. Then you both gathered the equipment to return it all to the storage room lest the gardeners rail at everyone within earshot, angering Caius.

Once that has been done, you and Marcus go back inside. But before Marcus lets you go, he removes a perfect pink rose from inside his shirt and hands it to you. He kisses your cheek, and leaves you watching him walk away, a smile on your face. You inhale the scent of the rose and return to your room.

#marcus volturi #the volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi x reader #volturi fanfiction #Summer fun #vampire gardener

[esta-elavaris]

Fallen Through Time

Part Five [3,132 words]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Also now on AO3 (restricted to registered users only thanks to AI mining, sorry!) and FF.net.

Notes re: dubious historical authenticity at the end.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - *Part Five* [you’re here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen​​​​ @dancerinthestorm​​​​ @teawithshakespeare​​​​

Port Royal was gorgeous. It was something Theo had passively acknowledged when she'd watched the movies, but she'd never really stopped to properly notice it. There was always something else going on - like Jack's arrival…or Jack being shot at…or Jack stealing a ship. He had a knack for stealing the show just as happily as he did ships, she'd give him that. But he was nowhere to be seen now, and she was left basking in the beauty of the world she'd been catapulted into without warning.

Very aware of how easy it would be to get turned around if she ventured beyond the main thoroughfares - and with no wish to get lost (because, duty or no, the only way Norrington could currently hate her more would be if he had to have his men launch a search party for her) - she stuck to the main road. Following it lazily down the hill on which the Governor's mansion was situated upon, she passed a number of large stately houses, or smoothed dirt paths leading to them, likely belonging to the senior-most of the men and good ladies residing here. Those houses and paths dotted around eventually gave way to little other than foliage.

For that stretch of the walk, she was alone with her thoughts - save for the odd passing carriage, from which the passengers inside all but hung out of the window to try and catch a glimpse of her. Word of her presence here had undoubtedly spread, and the town was so small that everybody knew everybody. Plus, she was a tall redhead swanning about - for lack of less apt phrasing - in Elizabeth's clothing. It left little doubt as to who she was.

She smelled the town before she saw it, and while it was one thing to hear that towns would not have smelled great as a passing comment in historical documentaries, it was another thing entirely to experience it. Not only was it a glaring reminder of the sort of hygiene standards (or lack thereof) held by the time, along with the lack of modern plumbing, but with the addition of the smells drifting from the butcher, the fishmonger, and even the blacksmith, it did threaten to overwhelm her. It really harmed her hard-won self-perception of not being some sort of swooning delicate flower, but she tried to chalk it up to her ordeal.

Despite her hearty protests to Elizabeth that she would be fine on this little solo expedition - which were born not only out of a desire for solitude, but out of a determination not to be the sort of guest who was permanently under foot - she had to admit, once the smells hit and the heat grew worse as midday beckoned, that she might've bitten off more than she could chew. Sweat had begun to bead steadily down her neck, and there wasn't much of a breeze so that it might cool her, and she was very aware of her pulse pounding in her skull. Without the heart to turn right away and begin walking back up the hill to make the trek back to the mansion, she turned instead for the docks and sought the refreshing air she might find there.

That was all she needed – a sit down, and some peace to think things through. She'd be right as rain after that.

***

James Norrington was caught in the midst of an annoying week. Not a bad one - after all, none of his men had died over the last few days, and nobody was aiming cannons at his head, so as far as his frame of reference was concerned, all was reasonably well. No, it was just irksome. And it did not appear to be lessening when the primary source of his vexation drifted into his peripheral vision.

At first, for a slight moment, he'd mistaken her for Elizabeth Swann. She was certainly dressed like the Governor's daughter, in a white gown that he'd once noted was very becoming on its rightful owner, her hair bundled atop her head in much the same manner Elizabeth's often was, and what must have been one of Elizabeth's hats propped atop her head. But there was no mistaking the crimson hair…nor the foolishness of her actions.

James sighed, turning his gaze back down to the papers in his hand…although he did not read them.

"Lieutenant Groves."

"Yes, sir?"

"Go and inform Miss Byrne that unless she wishes to fall into the sea a second time, she must vacate that section of the docks as swiftly as possible."

"...Miss Byrne, sir? Governor Swann's guest?"

"The very one," James nodded in her direction, and Groves quickly followed his line of sight before nodding and stepping away.

Only once he'd given him long enough to vacate the ship they'd been getting back up to scratch did James look up from the papers he'd been pretending to busy himself with. He did so reluctantly - half expecting Miss Byrne to be looking right back at him, some scheme ticking behind her eyes. But she was not. In fact, she looked rather pale even despite the tan her burns had faded into, her face drained of most of its colour as one hand clung to the post beside her, her eyes shut and her chest rising and falling in quick succession as she tried to regain her composure.

Even the most talented actress could not blanch at will. They could, however, use pre-existing ailments to their advantage. But to what end? He was fairly certain she did not know he was observing her. Something too closely related to guilt flitted through his chest as he considered the matter - the dilemma - of Theodora Byrne for the thousandth time since meeting her. Their first meeting had not gone particularly well, and although Governor Swann had met him that night to plead her case (and assure him that she had been horrified when their cultural miscommunication, as Weatherby called it, was explained to her), and James was inclined to believe that. She'd have nothing to gain from purposely offending them.

Unfortunately, that was more or less the only part of anything to do with her that he was inclined to believe.

Watching with more interest than he'd own to, he saw as Groves approached the weakened section of the dock with great care, testing the boards beneath his shoes before he stepped forth. It appeared to take a few calls before Miss Byrne came to her senses and noticed him at all. Turning, she blinked at Groves as he remained a few feet safely back, gesturing towards himself as he seemed to explain that she needed to move away. No doubt a touch more gently than James would have done so himself. That might've had something to do with why James had sent him in his stead. But it also gave him much more ample opportunity to observe than he would have if he was involved. From here, he didn't have to concern himself with whether his own façade would coax hers into locking up all while he tried to monitor her and work out what exactly it was she was up to.

She certainly seemed earnest enough as she apologised profusely to Groves – who smiled and joked away her embarrassment with artful ease…and mixed results. For though she offered a smile in return, her discomfort was betrayed in how she twisted her hands in her skirts and ducked her head as Groves continued to speak. None of it rang false to James' eye, even if he tried to make it so - which, truly, he wasn't in the habit of doing. While he saw no profit in deluding himself with heedless optimism, he also saw little benefit in finding foes where none existed. Treating a misfortunate woman who needed his help like she was a criminal, all while she dwelled in the very midst of her woes, would be just as unforgiveable as failing to see ill intent if it was there.

And yet none of that helped him unpuzzle why something about…about her simply rang false to his instincts. Yes, there was the possibility that it was nothing sinister – she'd hardly be the first woman to come to Port Royal with a secret or two – but she would be the first to do so and find herself living with the Swanns. That made all of the difference. They were good people, the very best. He had no desire to see them being taken advantage of due to that fact.

So deep in thought had he been that he found himself staring back like an idiot when Miss Byrne finally sensed his gaze on her, turning her head and pinning him beneath the weight of her sharp blue-grey eyes. His comfort at being caught unguarded was that she seemed as startled to find herself on the other end of his gaze as he did hers, her eyes widening as she faltered, and then haltingly lifted a hand in a reluctant imitation of a wave.

There was little chance of him returning it. But seeing that he'd been caught observing – and that, annoyingly, Groves seemed to be in little hurry to leave their new arrival, James sighed and turned away from the rail of the ship.

***

Theo watched with disappointment, but not a great deal of surprise, when Norrington responded to her wave by not responding to her wave at all. Not even a nod was given in response, and she watch as he sighed and turned away, walking out of sight.

"I wasn't…I was…"

God, getting used to speaking in a time-appropriate manner was doing nothing to help her not sound like a bumbling idiot. Of course, what also did not help was the fact that every time Groves spoke to her, he did so with the voice of one of her favourite video game characters – one her Inquisitor had married an unspeakable number of times in Dragon Age: Inquisition – which just added a fresh, new layer to the surreal nature of being surrounded by people who should not actually exist. No offence to them. Although she supposed around here, she was the one who shouldn't actually exist, so it was all just a matter of perspective, really. Norrington seemed to be firmly settling into that opinion, at least.

After a shocking number of false starts, and a great deal of patience from Groves, she finally collected herself and achieved the glowing feat of a full sentence.

"I was feeling out of sorts, and I thought I'd sit down and…look at the ships…"

Maybe ship-spotting had caught on in the days before trainspotting was a possibility.

"Look at the ships?" he echoed with a bemused smile "Have you family in the Navy?"

"No, no – it's just an, erm, academic interest. Although not that academic considering I don't know that much."

The smile remained on Groves' face, and she was growing increasingly relieved to find that Elizabeth wasn't the only person in Port Royal to find her weirdness endearing. Not least because she still wasn't feeling entirely right, and she might need him to catch her if she passed out.

"Well, if you've any questions I'll be happy to answer them. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I'm an expert, but I do know a thing or two about ships."

"An occupational hazard, I'd guess," she said – and he chuckled and agreed. "Don't you have to get back to your captain?"

"I was sent to remove you from the dock, and to ascertain that you were well. Forgive me, but you're still worryingly pale, so I believe my job is not yet done."

He was hardly wrong. While she was feeling better than she had, she still didn't fancy her chances at successfully completing the walk back to the Governor's mansion just yet.

"What makes the Interceptor so fast? One of the fastest in the Caribbean, right?"

"The fastest," Groves corrected proudly.

Well, he could debate Jack on that matter later. Disagreeing would only make her sound like a pirate – and Groves continued before she could do so, anyway.

"She's a brig, so she's smaller and more manoeuvrable, along with having less weight to be hauled by the sails."

"I suppose you don't need the sort of guns a man-of-war packs when you're on them before they can sneeze. Or when Captain Norrington's at the helm."

Groves chuckled, "The Captain has earned his reputation, to be sure."

"I did have another question, but I think it's going to sound daft," as daft as sitting on a structurally questionable dock in front of a whole shipload of men, she supposed. "The…the bottom bit of the ship. The panels…"

"The keel?" he guessed with that same amused smile.

"Probably," she shrugged, "It looks a bit different to the others – it's inspired by Viking longships, isn't it? Is that how it gets the speed?"

His eyebrows shot up towards his wig.

"Yes, I believe so. Very good! They did revolutionise shipbuilding, and so you'd be hard-pressed to find a ship today that doesn't benefit from their methods in some way or another, but the Interceptor…she leans a bit more into that than, say, the Dauntless."

"Heathens they might have been, but there were not entirely useless."

The unmistakeable voice of Captain James Norrington joined the fray, and the nice moment she'd been enjoying of feeling like a normal person having a normal chat was shattered in an instant. Theo felt the smile on her face become a touch more strained as she turned to greet him.

"Well, even a broken clock's right twice a day, right? Hello, Captain Norrington."

"Miss Byrne. You appear much improved."

"Give me another week and I'll be able to work out for myself why this was the one completely empty dock in the port," her smile gained a sheepish quality "I'm sorry."

"It's no matter."

"Yeah- yes, well, while I'm apologising – I misspoke last time we met."

Norrington cleared his throat, "Governor Swann offered your explanation and apology both last we spoke. Do not trouble yourself with it, madam."

"I know, but it's my apology to give and so I should be the one to give it. I didn't realise what I was implying at the time, and that wasn't what I meant by it. I'm sorry. Genuinely."

"It's no matter," he repeated, "Put it from your mind, Miss Byrne."

Well. It wasn't exactly the warm and rosy acceptance she'd been hoping for. Although warm and rosy were not things she'd come to expect from Norrington in their short acquaintance, either, so she didn't feel much of a sense of loss.

"How is it that you come to know so much about ships?"

Every the straightforward one, he asked her the question bluntly before an awkward silence could even think to settle over them. Groves, at least, appeared relieved for it – it was obvious he hadn't known quite what to do with himself as she'd made her apologies to his captain.

"From a book."

Or a TV series on Amazon Prime. Same thing, really. Kind of. In a metaphorical way.

"A book? A book that you read?"

"Only when smacking it against my forehead didn't get me anywhere."

Groves covered up a laugh with a cough, but Norrington seemed far too concerned with her scandalous book-reading to send so much as a withering glare in the direction of his lieutenant. It was almost enough to stop her from noticing the way one corner of his lips just slightly twitched upwards. One of these days she'd manage to get a smile out of him. She'd settle for a smirk.

"What was the name of this book?" he levelled the question her way like it was a challenge.

Oh god, did he think she was lying about what she read now? Sure, technically she was, but this was getting a touch ridiculous.

"It…was a series of tales and legends about Ragnar Lothbrok. I forget the author. The account of how he first found the Lindisfarne monastery is fascinating, though."

Hopefully he'd realise that if this was part of her dastardly plan to earn herself a false reputation as a Viking historian in Port Royal, she'd have made up the name of an author…but she'd thrown in an errant detail just for good measure.

"I shall have to read it," he said flatly.

God, if he ever did catch her out in some sort of scheme, he'd be bloody thrilled – because so far, he'd been blatantly pissed off every time he realised she wasn't up to something.

"Right. Well. It was nice to meet you, Lieutenant Groves," she said, smoothing her skirts and preparing to make an exit.

It was becoming clear that Norrington was reluctant to leave her here – lest she go plummeting through the dock through sheer force of stupidity.

"And you, Miss Byrne," Groves, at least, offered her a smile.

"And I'm glad I got a chance to offer you my apologies in person, Captain Norrington. Thank you for hearing me out."

His brow furrowed a little at that – she'd spoken with her eyes meeting his, hoping to show him just how sincere she was. Judging by how he faltered, he saw it. The furrow in his brow lessened, and then he finally offered her a nod and a 'have a pleasant day, Miss Byrne' that didn't even sound like a thinly veiled 'piss off'.

They remained on the dock behind her when she took her leave, and Norrington must've underestimated the scope of her hearing, for once he thought she was out of earshot, he asked Groves quietly.

"Tell me, Lieutenant, what do you make of Miss Byrne?"

"Miss Byrne, sir?"

"Yes."

"I…I suppose I found her rather charming."

The silence that evoked wad nothing short of deafening.

Notes: The ship trivia here is 90% invention based tenuous fact. If it's accurate, that's a stroke of pure luck, but it's probably not. Just a mild disclaimer. Leaning into the 'fantasy' aspect of historical fantasy here lolol.

#catch the wind #ctw #james/theodora #james and theodora #fallen through time esta-elavaris #ftt #james norrington/oc #james norrington x oc #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #james norrington fanfiction #james norrington fanfic

[your-resident-boat-person]

Kinda curious, don’t know if this has been asked, but I’m trying to get into the habit of sending more asks, so,

What’s your *least* favorite Ocean Liner?

Thank you SO much for this question. It's a little tricky to answer. Over the years, there have probably been thousands of liners, most of which nobody has ever heard of. For example, my great great grandfather came to America on the Manuel Calvo. This was a tiny no name liner that would have probably been completely forgotten to history if I wasn't such a huge boat nerd. So my least favorite would probably end up being a liner like that. In all honesty, it's probably a liner that I don't know exists.

But let's make this interesting. Let's talk about my least favorite of the "popular" liners that people actually talk about and remember. For me, that ship is the SS Normandie.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't dislike the Normandie, she's just easily my least favorite. Maybe it's because I constantly compare her to the Queen Mary. But to be fair, her rivalry with the Queen Mary is one of the most notable things about her short career. I think her exterior is just plain ugly. I don't like the way her bow is shaped, her superstructure looks weird, and she looks really short and fat, despite her relatively normal proportions on paper. Her funnels are also way too big. If you're going to have really fat funnels, they need to be short to look aesthetically pleasing (like the MV Britannic, MV Georgic, and the planned but unbuilt RMMV Oceanic). If your funnels are going to be tall, they need to be thinner to compensate. Keep in mind, I'm speaking purely about aesthetics. Not function. Just as a whole, I feel like she's just not as aesthetically pleasing as more traditional ships like the Queen Mary, Aquitania, or Olympic. And she's also not as aesthetically pleasing as more modern liners like the SS United States, Queen Elizabeth 2, or her successor: the SS France (the one from 1960).

Her interiors are another big thing for me. She was decorated in an art deco style, as was popular at the time. These interiors are gorgeous, and they look like works of art you'd see in a museum, and that's part of the problem for me. All of the marble and works of art create this imposing atmosphere like you'd feel in a museum. Museums are cool, but it wouldn't be comfortable to live in one for a week. By comparison, the Queen Mary fell very homely and comfortable. I feel like the Normandie (while undoubtedly gorgeous) wouldn't be very nice to live in for the duration of the voyage. The Queen Mary isn't nearly as flashy or pretty, but feels infinitely more comfortable.

The Normandie didn't even have an interesting career to compensate for her shortcomings (again, in my opinion). She had her maiden voyage in 1935, had a REALLY GOOD few years competing with the Queen Mary for speed records, and then got stuck in New York in 1940 when world War II broke out. She sat there for 2 years before the Americans accidentally burned her down trying to convert her into a Troop Ship. Meanwhile, the Queen Mary had a long and accomplished career, and performed excellently as a Troop Ship.

Tl;dr - The Normandie looks ugly on the outside, doesn't seem comfortable on the inside, and her career wasn't notable either.

Thank you so much for this question, and I hope you enjoyed my answer.

#ss normandie #ss united states #rms olympic #rms titanic #titanic #rms queen mary #rms queen elizabeth 2 #ss france #ocean liners #ocean liner #olympic

[braveclementine]

Bonus 4- Firenze x Elizabeth Kane

Tags: 18+ readers only, Centaur sex?, no foreplay, slight praise, slight breeding kink, angsty, fluffy-ish

Note: Elizabeth Kane is a character from my Harry Potter series. First book is Elizabeth Kane and the Sorcerer's Stone. So this is an OC character so there may be some minor spoilers, but I'm going to do my best not to spoil anything :)

Copyright: I do not own Firenze or any other Harry Potter/Wizarding World characters. However, I fully own Elizabeth Kane and there should be no using her name at all without permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

I finished pressing the flower into my journal, carefully sealing the paper over it. I closed my journal, before putting it into my bag with my other naturey outdoor things. I also picked up my jar of nuts that I had found while walking, screwing the lid back on tightly, sliding it back into my bag. 

I slid my bag onto my shoulder, going to find the clearing to watch the purple sunset flowers bloom as the sun went down. They were beautiful, obviously purple, flowers that would open up when the sun started to set. They would glow brighter and brighter until the moon came out, lighting up the entire clearing with their luminescent light. 

I slowed as I reached the clearing, a grin going over my face, "Firenze!" 

The tall, gorgeous centaur turned, his normally passive face looking agitated. I frowned a little. "Firenze, are you alright?" 

"Ah, Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said, his hoof pawing the ground. It wasn't just my imagination, he was definitely agitated about something. "You should leave the forest quickly." 

"Why? What happened?" I hurried over to him, looking up at him. He didn't look hurt, nor did I see or hear anything that could be causing any trouble. "Firenze?" 

He took a deep breath and said, "Elizabeth Kane, I am in- ah- breeding season. And you. . . well you are. . . what I mean is that you are. . . appealing to me. And you need to go before I do something I will regret." 

For some reason, his words made my heart do flips inside my chest. The way his sapphire blue eyes were looking at me, hungry and full of desire, sent something unfamiliar straight to my core. 

"To beautiful." Firenze murmured, capturing a lock of my red-brown hair between his fingers. My heart was beating heavier in my chest. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. I took a step closer to him now, which made him inhale sharply again. 

I wasn't sure why I did it. Maybe madness or maybe it was the same desire that he was feeling. But I reached out, putting my hand against his chest. He was hard and firm, perfectly fit and slim. 

"Elizabeth~" It was the first time I had ever heard his voice shake. He sounded weak almost, and desperate. I could feel his heart, beating heavily in his chest. His long palomino white hair flowed as a light breeze swept through the clearing. The first of the flowers started to open just a little as the sun started to dip down, lower into the sky. 

"Firenze. . ." I whispered, wanting to offer my help. Two things were dividing me. One, the fact that I was sure Bane and the other Centaurs would not be happy if they found out about Firenze rutting me, even if it was because it was breeding season and he couldn't control himself. I was partially afraid of what they would do to him. 

And secondly. . . well it wasn't exactly like I had ever had sex before. And well. . . Firenze was not exactly small. In fact, I granted that he was probably bigger than most men, since he was part horse. 

Was he human enough that this was okay? Did it matter if he was part human at all? 

But every single thought when away, when his arms swept me up, our lips crashing together. His arms, strong around me, holding me up off the ground. His lips, which tasted like sweet berries and his tongue tasted like nectar as it delved into my mouth, searching me out. 

We pulled apart, his eyes glazed and burning. He had put me down again, pacing a little once more. "Elizabeth. . . I can only give you one last chance. If you stay I will not be able to stop myself." 

My eyes were slightly drawn to his large appendage, dangling lower than usual. I had been friends with Firenze for years, since my first year at Hogwarts. I hung out with him more than I probably did my own brother. And it had never bothered or caught my attention before. 

But now, my eyes traced the dark veins, from the tip of his length all the way to the large balls that sat in the back. I swallowed hard, looking back up into Firenze's eyes. He had paced off a little distance, looking like he wanted to bolt, but also couldn't. Like a magnet was holding him to this clearing. 

"I want to stay." I whispered, putting my bag down in the grass. I undid my Hufflepuff robes, letting them flutter down, while I discarded my shoes and socks. Firenze let out a horsey huff, pacing forwards now, towards me. "Firenze-" 

Saying his name seemed to make him snap. My back was pressed against the tree behind me, bark crackling against my shirt. His head dipped down, kissing me deeply once more, this time more possessive than before. 

His white blond hair fell down his shoulders, brushing against my cheeks. My hands slid up his shoulders, shaking with nerves, before I slid them into his hair, something I had always wanted to do. The locks were silky and smooth, like silk. He groaned as I pulled at it, one of his legs moving between mine, his knee pressed against my private regions. 

I whimpered, having never felt the pleasure that one simple action brought. I both wanted to move away from it, and also grind down, create more pleasure. 

I didn't get a chance to do either. 

Firenze knelt to the forest floor, making me go with him, our lips still locked with each others. I had kissed a few boys, but never like this. His tongue was hot and heavy, and it felt strange in my mouth. But there was something equally pleasant to the strangeness, my tongue clashing with his before I gave in. 

My hands were on his face now, his skin smooth and soft. I had always wondered what it would be like, to touch him, and now my wishes were being fulfilled. 

His breath sounded heavy in my ears and as my hands ran over his chest again, his skin was growing steadily warmer, his heart beating faster in his chest. 

I found myself flat on my back, his hands trapping me against the Earth. His body was positioned over mine, his lips hovering inches above mine. His long hair tickled my cheek and I closed my eyes as he thrusted into me once. 

I gasped, which was quickly muffled by a kiss, as pain filled my core. I could feel myself clenching around his length, my body trying to shift underneath him. My body felt like it was shaking as he pulled out, thrusting back in. I stifled my noises of pain against his lips, before he pulled away and whispered, "Sorry" against my ear. 

He did not stop though, and I did not fault him in this pain. He had warned me that he could no longer control myself. He had given me chances to run, to go. I had not taken them. 

But then, there was a slight change. The ache in my nether regions became something entirely different as he sped up, tiny grunts and neighs leaving his mouth as he fucked into me. My walls seemed to be contracting rather pleasantly around his large length. Waves of pleasure started to caress my body, rolling over me bit by bit. 

"Firenze." I gasped out, my eyes searching for his blue ones. They were dark and needy, primal with his lust. His hands continued to roam across my body, his lips kissing every inch of skin that he could reach. 

"You are beautiful." He whispered suddenly, his breath fanning against the hollow of my throat. I sucked in air, feeling the way that his whispers tickled my skin. I nearly giggled, but instead let out a soft moan that made Firenze groan. "You sound so sweet." 

His hands moved up my hips. His hooves planted into the ground, changing the position so that he had an easier time maneuvering himself. I gasped, my fingers digging into the fair, unmarked skin of his shoulders. 

"F-Firenze~" I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. I could not keep my head up any longer to look at him, letting it thump softly against the forest ground. My back arched as I felt the apex of pleasure, before it crashed down. It felt like a coil of white fire, spreading across my skin. My toes were curled so tightly that it was painful and I had to flex them to get rid of the cramp. My skin felt hot, matching the temperature of Firenzes'. 

"Elizabeth." Firenze growled deeply. I could feel the vibrations of his words through his chest. Spoken passionately, deeply. One of his hands threaded into my long locks as his hips thrusted even faster. He pulled at my hair, which was painful for only a few seconds before I leaned into the pain, realizing I could use it to even out the overwhelming pleasure I felt as Firenze started to go faster than he already had been. 

I let out a sigh of content as the pleasure swelled again. . . and again. The white fire returned, shooting through my body twice, then three times, then a fourth. My body started to feel fuzzy, like I was feeling faint. It felt as though I would have an out of body experience. 

I wanted more. 

"You will take this." Firenze suddenly whispered into my ear. His normally light blue eyes were now navy blue, nearly black with his lust and heat. We were both hot, and sweaty and his heart raced twice as fast as mine. "You will take this and you will bear my seed." 

His words did not hit me right away until I felt him filling me up with something I had never felt before. I gasped as he finally stopped moving, before gently pulling out of me. He breathed heavily for a moment, before staggering to his hooves, looking down at me. 

His eyes were slowly returning back to their sapphire blue and he went silent and still. 

"Firenze?" I asked softly, trying to sit up, before wincing, finding that I was very sore indeed. 

"Elizabeth Kane." Firenze murmured, kneeling once more, this time beside me. "I have hurt you." 

I looked into his face, seeing the genuine concern. 

"No." I whispered. "It was. . . magical Firenze. I. . . I really enjoyed it." 

I did not voice aloud that I wanted to do it again. That I wanted to stay in the forest with him and live a magical life. It was as though a future had been opened up to me. . . in a cottage somehow, by a stream, with kids-

I was going to bear his kids. 

Oh shit. 

Dad was going to kill me. 

"I must get you up to the castle." Firenze said suddenly, wrapping my cloak around my shoulders, grabbing my bag with his hand. "Come, we must hurry." 

He was gentle as he helped lift me up onto his back. 

"Firenze, what's wrong?" I asked, heart thudding in my chest. 

"You must go to your hospital wing." Firenze said quickly as he galloped through the forest. "She will be able to help you remove. . . she will make sure that you do not get pregnant with my child." 

"Is it such a bad thing?" I asked softly, feeling hurt. I didn't understand why he did not want me to carry his child. 

"You are only human Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said softly. "Your body cannot support the child. It will kill you." 

I was silent the rest of the ride until he had neared the school grounds. "Go. Quickly!" Firenze sighed, stroking my cheek as he helped me down. He looked so sad, almost lonely as he pushed me gently towards the stairs. 

"Firenze." I whispered, watching as he turned. "I-" 

He smiled softly. "Good night, Elizabeth Kane." He galloped away and I watched him go, before heading back into the castle, stopping in the foyer. The Medical wing was on my left. The Hufflepuff common room was on my right. I had two options. 

Students passed by, heading to lunch or class, wherever they were supposed to be at the moment. No one took in the state of my dirty clothes or the leaves in my hair. 

I smiled to myself, a hand coming to my stomach. 

I turned right. 

#Braveclementineworks #Kinktober 2023 #Firenze #Wizarding World #Centaur sex #no foreplay #slight sex pollen #slight praise #breedingkink #angsty #fluffyish #fluff #smut #xOC #FirenzexOC #FirenzexElizabethKane #ElizabethKane #18+readersonly

[the-masked-ram]

Root of Humanity- Commission Gowther x Fem Reader

A/N: This is a Gowther x fem reader fic I wrote for @mastershybeastyx they were wonderfully patient as I got used to my commission and GW load and their commission took me quite a bit longer than anticipated! But it was quite fun to work on! CW: NSFW, breeding, getting interrupted ALOT, sexual tension, blow job, fem reader, cat hybrid reader, nicknames (referring to cats), heats, unsafe sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of blood ---

                                          It all started with a rumbling nearby, something that made you certain that an earthquake or maybe some giants were on the way. Yet, it stopped nearly as soon as it started. You paused in your trek through town, hoping to head to the small shop to buy some salve for the abrasions on your face. Glancing over your shoulder you were uncertain if anything was going to appear over the horizon. Nothing did, and so with a frown of uncertainty, you continued about your day.

              You didn’t learn until later that the Sins were in town. Meliodas and Elizabeth were who you met first, unsurprising since Meliodas was loud enough to draw endless attention to him and Elizabeth was tall and gorgeous. When Ban joined them, it was impossible to not stare. So, obviously you got caught in the act, and of course the sharp eyes of Ban noticed your slightly small differences, even though your ears and tails were carefully hidden under your cloak.

              You withdrew as much as possible from his attention, you wanted to be invisible, this was a safe town. The people here didn’t necessarily like you, but they didn’t attack you like so many others. They didn’t drive you from their presence with sneers and raised weapons. You were treated like a demon, when honestly you were just cursed, or gifted depending on how you looked at things.               “Looks like we got a friend here, hm?” he chuckled, throwing long arm over your shoulder and drawing you against his side.

              You winced and squirmed against his tight hold, trying to pull away, “H-hey! Is this a normal thing you do? Drag strangers around?”               He grinned brightly, and he sported the blush of alcohol about his cheek bones, “I do when they look like they might fit in with us, huh, kitty cat?”               You narrowed your eyes in annoyance and wariness, “I don’t know what you mean.”               Meliodas joined in next, his bright personality easily rounding out Ban’s sharp edges, “Don’t worry! We won’t hurt you.”               It was so simple to accept, because the way he said it, he meant it with every fiber of his being.               “Looks like someone has already though,” Ban hummed thoughtfully, and Elzabeth frowned down at the scrapes on your face.               “We can help with that back at the Boar Hat,” she said, her soft voice far more welcoming than even Meliodas’s. “Ban please give her some space.”               Ban pursed his lips but listened to the lithe woman with a grudging sigh. You happily extracted himself from under his arm and bounced farther away, still eying them with hesitancy. You weren’t someone who usually just went with people when they invited you somewhere, but then again you couldn’t remember when you were last invited anywhere by anyone.              

              “Look we will be around for a week or so, and will be set up over that hill,” Meliodas said pointing vaguely in the direction from where the shaking had come from earlier. “The Boar Hat has some of the best drinks and food around I can guarantee. And service of course. Come check us out.”               It was like a welcoming sales pitch, something bright and cheery that hid all the strength and danger you’d heard about this man. But still you nodded stiltedly, uncertain if you’d follow through. Though just the consideration seemed to placate the three of them. They wandered off with Meliodas seeming to be looking for something specific and Ban talking about supplies for the kitchen.               You slipped further into town down a smaller side street where the shop you were looking for sat, a cheery open sign welcoming its patrons. You walked in cautiously, hesitating for a moment with your hand cupping your bicep in anxiety.               “Welcome!”               The shopkeeper wandered out from the back of the store a second later and smiled, though it was hesitant when she saw your face.               “Hi, I was just wondering if you had some healing salve?” you asked.               “Sorry, we are all out, won’t have any in until the shipment next week,” she responded.               Your hands rubbed against themselves, worried about the slice along your cheek the most. Then the friendly hand Elizabeth had extended to you, promising to help your wounds, flashed through your memory and with a sigh you thanked the shopkeeper and slowly made your way to the hill. It was a long walk, one filled with people making their way through their morning routines. But you didn’t stop to try and say hello to anyone, your gaze stayed focused on the strange building slowly coming into view.

              None of the three you had met in town were at the Boar Hat when you arrived. Instead, a giant stood in the way, eying you with suspicion which looked extremely out of place on her soft face. Diane, you assumed since you had heard of her exploits.               “Hello!” you called, your fingers once again twisting into a knot as you tried to keep yourself calm. “Elizabeth said I could come here to get treatment for my wounds? They don’t have any of the usual salve in town.”               You smiled sheepishly and you hoped it gave off a friendly air. Whether it did or not you weren’t sure since Diane’s facial expression only grew harsher.               “Hey Diane! What’s going on?” a young man’s voice asked, except it belonged to a boy.

              Or perhaps this was King, so he was a fairy, and yes, he was young but far from a boy. He floated out of the Boar Hat to sit beside Diane on the edge of the slanted roof of the pub.               “This person says Elizabeth told her to come here,” the giant responded with a puffed pout to her cheeks.               King’s eyes tracked your face, hidden in the shadows of your hood though it was you still felt completely exposed. He pursed his lip, floating down on his giant green pillow and hopped down to take a step closer to you. What was with these people invading your space? You tried to shrink in on yourself, no matter how impossible it was.               “It does seem like something Elizabeth would do, well we aren’t open yet but feel free to wait here until the rest get back,” he said with a yawn.               “We-ell, if King thinks it’s ok,” Diane muttered thoughtfully, curling one of her pigtails around her fingers. “Come on in!”               Suddenly her defensiveness from before melted away into a welcoming grin and you just stared up at her dumbstruck. This entire day was just a bit odd, but you nodded meekly anyway and followed the fairy inside, stopping only for a moment to look back at the giant who stayed outside.               “Don’t worry, we’ll see each other again soon enough!” she giggled and waved.               You stepped hesitantly over the threshold to where King sleepily curled up on his pillow without a care, obviously unconcerned about your presence. Your gaze skipped around the room to land on a young man reading a book. He paused long enough to look up at you and tilted his head curiously. His pink hair and soft features made him almost feminine, and for a moment you questioned whether he actually was a woman.               “Oh? Who are you? I am Gowther, the Goat Sin of Lust,” he said, standing to strike some sort of pose that had you raising your brow before you broke out into a laugh. “What’s funny?”               He looked totally lost as his hand dropped and he studied you, your hood finally falling to expose your features as you tried to catch your breath. His gaze lingered on your ears, the way they twitched with each giggle. Immediately realizing you were exposed and under scrutiny, you drew your hood back over your head.

              “Why are you hiding yourself?” he asked.               And all you could do was shake your head at how accepting and warm, though also odd, he was being after he saw your feline features. It had just been like when Ban noticed you. He didn’t even blink or twist his face in disgust, no instead he seemed drawn to you, curious about your appearance.               “M-most people don’t like how I look,” you said in a lame attempt to answer his question.               “People don’t understand anything different from them. But unlike me they don’t want to understand it either, instead they are just happy hating it. I don’t think there is any reason to hate how you look,” Gowther said, his voice steady and eyes never once leaving yours.

              You blinked at him, surprised at his answer and felt a smile creep across your lips. He frowned as he walked to you as touched your face. You flinched away, surprised more than anything else.               “You are injured,” he muttered.               “Ah, that’s why I’m here, Elizabeth said there was salve here. There was none in town,” your glance shot to the side shamefully.               He turned to the kitchen and walked out of sight for a moment before he began to riffle through a drawer, offering no explanation in the process. You stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Nervousness making you unable to sit and instead you tapped your clawed fingers against your thighs in hopes to relieve some of your tension.

              Gowther reappeared a moment later, holding a small jar in his hands and turned to you with a tilt to his chin. He seemed confused as to why you were still standing.                             “Sit down, I will apply the salve,” he said, once again his voice seemed to have an awkward robotic quality to it, no real inflections.               Yet even though he spoke in monotone and his face stayed expressionless he cradled your face gently when you sat in front of him. He brushed your hood back down, and though you stiffened, he merely focused on the abrasions on your skin.

              His fingers were gentle, unbelievably so for someone who seemed so out of touch with his emotions, and his skin soft. Your eyes fluttered close even though you usually wouldn’t let your guard down in another’s presence, but it felt so good to have his cool fingertips spread the past over your wounds. You winced as he caught the edge of one that was particularly sensitive, and he hummed in surprise.               “Sorry,” he muttered though to be honest he didn’t sound all that apologetic.

              You laughed at the total lack of empathy in his words and opened your eyes, your ears falling to the sides as you shot him a soft affectionate smile. He looked at you in confusion even as he continued his job of covering your injuries in the salve.               “You laugh a lot,” he said.               “Actually, I don’t usually,” you murmured, the smile still curving your lips. “Apparently just around you.”               He frowned slightly but seemed to accept my answer. Finally, his fingers pulled away from your face, and then he nodded slowly.               “There, that should be good,” his words were calm.               Just as he was drawing back Meliodas, Ban, and Elizabeth burst through the door. They were chattering lively with the two men holding bags of groceries. A pig came trotting down the stairs and froze when it saw you. You too stiffened at the added noise all of a sudden.               “Oh! I’m so glad you decided to join us!” Elizabeth said, immediately skipping to your side. “It looks like Gowther took care of your face. I’m glad.”               Her smile was welcoming, both wide and gentle, a mix you’d never seen on anyone else before. It made you feel safe despite the fact you barely knew the girl. You grinned back weakly; hopeful you were able to convey your appreciation.               “Ah, hi there, kitty cat,” Ban said, his smirk wide and eyes narrowed. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”               You glanced at everyone else, uncertain before Gowther said, “Apparently Ban’s food is good. You should eat with us.”               “I don’t know how I would repay you though. I don’t have a lot of money,” you squirmed as you revealed such sensitive information about yourself.

              “You could always help waitressing!” Meliodas said brightly.               You blinked and nodded meekly, casting your gaze down to the floor, “Sure.” ---               You didn’t realize back then saying yes to dinner and helping out in the bar for the night would lead to staying with the Seven Deadly Sins. You began to travel with them, becoming a welcome addition to their group. Even Diane and King had opened up to you and you had learned that the pig wasn’t just an ordinary pig but a talking one named Hawk.

              You had yet to meet Merlin or Escanor, but you had only been with them for a month. You had taken to your waitressing job well, enjoying having a task to do and a schedule and people that you dared to call friends. Or at least allies. Lately at night you had found Gowther outside and slowly your relationship began to grow with the strange man. And it was becoming perhaps the most important relationship you would find among the strange members of the group.

              It started last week; you were unable to sleep due to the unbearable heat of the night and so you found yourself wandering outside in hopes of finding cool air. You didn’t find that relief, but you did find Gowther, with his slim legs dangling over the edge of the Boar Hat’s balcony. He was completely engrossed by the book in front of him, and you were equally distracted by the softened edges of his face. For once he didn’t look completely emotionless, for once he looked relaxed. You hesitated to interrupt him.              

              “Are you going to join me?” he asked, not once lifting his eyes from the pages in front him, in fact he turned one.               “Oh!” you squeaked in surprise. “I didn’t realize you knew I was here. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”               “You aren’t,” he said bluntly, putting the book down on his lap and glancing loosely over his shoulder at you. “Would you like to know what I am reading?”               It wasn’t necessarily that you wanted to know what he was reading, but you wanted to know more about him. Ever since the first time you met him and he took care of the injuries on your face, treating you as if you were made of glass, you’d found your eyes wandering to him more and more. You wanted to know what happened beneath his blank mask. Being privy to his moment of happiness just a second ago felt both wrong and special.               Finally, you nodded, taking a seat beside him and letting the humid air of the night tickle your bare feet, “Yeah.”               Quietly, Gowther began to explain what he was reading and how much he had read, and then when you finally understood where he was in the book, he picked it up again, only to begin reading aloud. You felt warmth, a comfortable kind, curl about your chest as you listened to his calming voice tell you of a story of knights and kingdoms. It was something fantastical that you didn’t expect the Sin to read, but the fact that he was reading it just showed how multifaceted he was.

              He managed to spin a colorful tale from the book even though his voice never once lifted from its monotone expression. It was almost hypnotic, pressing images into your brain that much easier. You closed your eyes, leaning back against your palms as you relaxed into his words and let the world he spoke of cradle you, until finally unconsciousness took its hold.

              You didn’t wake until the next morning, realizing you were back in bed and uncertain if the moment the night before had even happened. You glanced to the side where Elizabeth usually was sprawled out in the other bed but there was no one, however sitting on the nightstand was the book from last night that Gowther had been reading from. Did he finish it after you’d fallen asleep?

              There was a strange pit that grew in your stomach, growing from a seed of frustration that you’d let yourself drift off to unconsciousness and missed the end. Now all you wanted was to listen to him finish the story. You stroked the spine of the book pensively and stood to stretch and prepare for the day.               “Oh? Look who’s late to the rise. Almost giving King a run for his money,” Ban taunted from behind the counter when you made your way down the stairs.               The air smelled like breakfast, cooking ham and eggs mixed with the sweetness of some sort of fresh fruit. You licked your lips, rubbing a hand over your eagerly growling stomach. He smirked at you as he looked at you from around the corner and nodded to the pan in his hand.               “Want some breakfast?” he asked as he flipped whatever mix of foods were in the eggs.               “Please,” you murmured, your soft voice barely carrying in the room.

              Your eyes slid throughout the pub, taking in Meliodas in one corner who seemed to be watching Elizabeth sweep the dust on the floors. Gowther was sitting at a table with a different book this time, propped in his hands. Diane in her small form was eating with Hawk while King still slept on his Chastiefol.

              Gowther was the first to glance up after Ban, at the sound of your voice. His dull gaze took in your presence and then he smiled softly, the expression was gentle and comforting. Just like the presence he had become in your life. Diane and Elizabeth both were eager to greet you.               “Good morning!” Elizabeth said cheerfully and Diane nodded in agreement, her mouth full of food.               “Did you sleep well?” Meliodas asked. “You usually don’t sleep in.”               “It was a little warm last night,” you offered as an explanation, your eyes wandering once again over to Gowther who was smirking down at his book.               It’s like the night you two had shared was a secret. Something special you felt encouraged the friendship between you and the strange man.

              The day slipped by normally, spending the day joking, smacking Meliodas when he got too fresh with Elizabeth, and trying to stop Ban from drinking too much. When the pub opened for a nearby town you went to work filling out orders and carrying meals to tables. But you noticed a slow ache was encroaching in your limbs, something that wasn’t going away, and you couldn’t place what it was from. Maybe from all the extra and consistent work?

              Your tail curled around your thigh as contractions rippled through your abdomen and you nearly cried out. But instead, you pushed through it to serve the last customer you had filled out an order for and then excused yourself. Your stomach was aching, and you felt unbearably hot. Your body was nearly dripping in sweat.

              You found yourself wandering outside to the edge of the Boar Hat’s porch for relief once again, the warmth of the summer night offering little more than a small breeze to cool you. You shivered as you wrapped your arms around yourself, even though you felt on fire it was like any cold felt thousands of degrees lower than it should be.                             “Are you well?” a familiar voice called from behind you.               You looked over your shoulder to see Gowther and you smiled softly, your tail relaxing as your body calmed in his presence.               You nodded, “Yeah, I think so. Just might be getting sick.”               His head tilted curiously, “Why do you think that?”               “Achy, feverish, you know the typical stuff,” you said with a flippant wave of your hand.               “No, I don’t know. But I would like to,” he said, taking a seat on worn wood.               “Why would you want to know about illness?” you asked with a laugh.               “I’ve never been sick, it’s a new experience, and I would like to know more about you,” he responded like it was the most obvious answer in the world.               Though you knew he likely meant nothing by it, you had grown attached to the Goat Sin and your cheeks warmed at his words. Your stomach fluttered and you swallowed nervously, trying to find a reason to continue the conversation because now you were certain things were getting awkward with your silence.               “Did you finish that book you were reading the other night? The one you read to me?” you asked.               He smiled, it was a millimeter of a difference from his usual expression, but it was still existent, “No I did not. I will once you are done.”               He’d given it to you to finish reading on your own. Your ears flicked excitedly at the thought that this was your opening. You wanted to know Gowther better too.               “Perhaps you’d like to read the rest together again?” you offered, hopefully.               He nodded, “I would like that. Do you have to go back inside, or would you like to start now?”               You blinked in surprise but shook your head, “I am done. And I’d love to.”               There was an odd emotion that flashed across his face then, something you’d never seen the man express. Almost as if he was relieved while he dashed away to go grab the book. You settled more comfortably against the porch, resting against one of the pillars providing support. Trying to ignore the way you shivered.

              The next thing you knew you heard footsteps across the creaking wood and felt something warm draped over your shoulders.               “You looked cold,” Gowther said.

              You looked down and saw a blanket that you eagerly wrapped tighter around yourself. Just as you were curling up and preparing to enjoy his soothing voice, an ache rippled through your gut and an insistent warmth settled between your thighs. You could feel slick pooling in your underwear, and you let out a small moan. You needed to be filled, you needed something deep inside you, you shot Gowther a heated look where he was flipping through the book and muttering.               “Gowther,” you sighed.               “Yes?” he asked, looking up.               You watched his expression, saw the minute changes and the way his cheeks flushed slightly, uncharacteristically. Gowther licked his lips, swallowing hard enough you could hear it, and he gently placed the book down as he gave you his full attention. The force of his stare was enough to have your tail prickling and skin tingling. You needed him, he could help, you wanted him to help most of all. Your instincts took ahold with vicious talons and twisted you under their control.                             “I need you,” you gasped, your breath leaving you as you admitted the very fact that had been growing in your heart since you’d met the Sin.               “Need me? Need my help?” he asked.               “I’m going into heat I-I think,” you stuttered over the words, hesitant and shy, glancing down at the ground as your lust mixed toxically with your embarrassment.               He frowned, “What can I do?”               You knew he understood what it meant; he had read enough books to know what that word meant. But you weren’t certain he understood the implications of you asking for his help. Though you no longer cared either, you needed him and only him, and as a painful twisting sensation rippled through your gut one more time, your ability to think rationally was becoming harder and harder to achieve.               “Fuck me,” you groaned, collapsing toward the ground only to feel lithe arms surround you and hold you up.                             He inhaled sharply, a sound you didn’t think was possible from him. Gowther sounded surprised, taken aback, and when you looked up through heat clouded eyes at him, a definite flush of arousal had darkened his cheekbones. It wasn’t much, but it was more than you’d ever seen on him, his desires for you were very human in that moment as his lips dropped to yours instantaneously.

              The kiss was sloppy, he guided you and it seemed as if you were both inexperienced, but it didn’t matter. His lips, his taste, were like cool water slipping down your overheated throat. You breathed his oxygen, and he swallowed your moans, his tongue licked into your mouth teasingly and your entire body shuddered in his firm grip.

              Some dim part of you was aware you were outside, that there were patrons cheering and talking loudly in the Boar’s Hat, and yet you couldn’t care less. Gowther tasted like fresh strawberries and mint over ice water. It was perfection and your nails curled so tightly in his shirt that their sharp edges pierced the cloth.

              He heard the rip and broke off from your mouth, looking down at the damage with a lightly quirked brow. You panted and your fingers curled tighter, tearing longer gashes into his shirt as your tail wrapped around his waist.               “Please,” you breathed against his skin, your lips just hovering above his collarbone.               He let out a choked back groan, a sound neither of you expected and he seemed just as surprised as you. His fingers gripped the back of your neck, while his other hand wrapped around your hips held the flesh tightly on one side to keep you still. He dove back down to claim your mouth again and again, altering angles as if he couldn’t find one that could let him indulge deep enough.

              The touch on your neck left to trail down to cup the side of your breast, thumbing the bead of your nipple. You arced closer to the touch, trying to encourage it to increase, to press harder. Your nails dug deeper into his clothes until finally they pricked at his pale flesh and his breath hissed tightly against your lips. He pulled back long enough to nip your lips and suck on your tongue. You trembled in his hungry grasp, and he plunged demandingly back into your mouth over and over until you were nothing but a limp puddle in his hands.

              Then the creak of the door behind you alerted the two of you to someone approaching. There was a gasp and a squeak, and you spun around to see King hiding his face and a blush that rivaled the heat you could feel on your own expression, rising up from his chest and running all the way to his forehead.               “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he babbled, followed by several more mumbled apologies as he zoomed back into the pub.               You looked back Gowther with surprise written on your face, you desire which had been at a full bonfire just a minute earlier was now a quiet smolder. Slowly it faded further until you questioned if it was ever really there. You hesitated before your eyes drifted down to the tattered shirt decorating his torso and blinked in surprise.               “Oh… um… I need to go back,” you managed to gasp out before rushing inside yourself, hoping that your nervous twitches wouldn’t be noticed.               You glanced back over your shoulder just before the door closed and saw Gowther press a finger to his lips and a look of wonder cross his face. A look you’d seen him make when he was trying to understand something.              

              The next few days you avoided Gowther as much as possible, unsure how to bring up the situation in a conversation or wondering if you were supposed to bring it up at all. Instead, you opted to ignore the problem and it was easy enough since the Goat Sin seemed to be away visiting Merlin.

              The heat you thought had been coming on seemed to have calmed down and you were unsure it had even happened. If it hadn’t been for the vivid memories still playing in your head, the knowledge that you had his skin under your claws for just a minute and his tongue in your mouth for quite a few, you would have been able to brush it all off as a dream. It was hard to breathe sometimes when you recalled his touch on you and then you could almost feel the phantom of the heat simmering low in your gut once again.

              You were busy wiping down the tables when Gowther walked back in and just his scent, the smell of strawberry candy and freshly cleaned sheets, was enough to cause your tail to curl up behind you and bristle. You scrubbed a little harder at a stubborn stain on the grain, only to realize it was a mark that had soaked into the wood directly and wasn’t about to come up. You swallowed, keeping your head down as you went to wash another table in hopes he wouldn’t notice you.               “Good afternoon,” Gowther said with a gentle call of your name.               You froze under his gaze as you turned and looked slightly at him. Your eyes were dropped toward the side, refusing to meet his directly. You could feel the bottom of your stomach warm, and your cheeks twitched into a hesitant smile.               “Hi,” you offered shyly.               No one else was downstairs currently, and you knew from the way your body was reacting you were already flirting with a dangerous situation. Still once you looked at him fully you couldn’t turn away from him.               “Gowther we need to talk later,” you said.               He stares at you, seeming not to be aware of what you mean. He didn’t seem to understand why nor how serious it was. But with that confused and blank face he nodded innocently, completely unaware of how your stomach squirmed for him nor how the heat slowly collected between your thighs.                             “Tonight?” he asked.               You knew he meant at your usual place on the rim of the roof, where you would read books together and you’d fall asleep to the sound of his soft voice. You nodded and turned away from him, wrapping your tail tight around your waist in hopes of giving yourself some sort of comfort. He made a small sound of curiosity before you heard him walk up the staircase to the rooms that only seemed to somehow be slowly growing.

              The pub was unusually quiet that day with the Sins having their own things to do and traveling seeming to be on everyone’s minds. The rocking of Mama Hawk kept your thoughts stable as you focused on keeping your balance while working on organizing the kitchen. Before you knew it, evening was falling, and dinner was being served by a whistling Ban. However, your stomach turned away from the thought of eating and you pushed your plate far away from yourself in hopes that the smell would dissipate.

              Your heat was coming back with Gowther’s scent so close by, lingering in the rooms, and your desire to feed yourself was waning. Instead, you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of his cock. You squirmed on a chair as Ban and Elizabeth, both sent you curious looks while King resolutely ignored your distress and instead focused on Diane, even though his ears were pinking and you were certain it wasn’t because of the discussion about the fight that happened in the last town.

              Your ears flattened against your skull and tail curled around the leg of the chair as you felt your abdomen contract in desperation when Gowther practically floated down the stairs and walked lightly behind you until he perched on the chair just a table beyond. You ached so desperately for him, and you knew he had no idea what his mere presence was doing to you.               “You okay, little cat?” Ban’s deep voice asked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.               “Yeah, stomach is just a bit off tonight,” you murmur apologetically, one of your ears flicking nervously.

              Elizabeth immediately jumped onto the possibility that you might be getting sick. Her eyes turned to Ban, widening even more and she pouted.

              “Do you think you can make some soup for her?” she asks.

              You shake your head, “I don’t need that Elizabeth, I just need a break for tonight. Some rest.”

              “If you’re sure,” she mumbles and looks at you in concern.

              “I think I’m going to go up to bed, actually,” you say with a gentle bow of your head.

              The others sent you a cheery good night, but Elizabeth looked worried, and Ban looked almost suspicious when his eyes landed on your flushed cheeks. You could feel the weight of Gowther’s stare following you to the steps and you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally closed the door to your room behind your back.

              You sank down against the cool wood, letting it soothe your growing fever from your increasing heat symptoms. Immediately your fingers dove down into your pants to reduce the ache between your thighs. Your body seized under the touch of your pads and your legs fell open for easier access.

              Slowly you collected your own slick and worked it over your swollen flesh, sighing slightly at the calming sensation that took over your eager libido. It was like soothing water trickled down your nerves, even as you twitched every time you flicked over your needy little clit. The memory of those amber eyes that were usually so curious but lacking emotion, and instead shifted with heat and excitement in your mind. The way they had when he kissed you, when the flames of passion had been licking at his skin just like yours.

              Your sighs turned to choked off moans as you grew closer to your peak. The Gowther in your mind’s eye kissed down your body until his lips hovered over where you touched yourself. It’s as if he were waiting for you to tell him what to do.

              What do you need?  His eyes asked. But you couldn’t tell him, if you spoke, they’d find out.

              The sound of footsteps were coming up the stairs so you grew quieter even though your fingers moved faster. It was likely just someone else going to their room anyway, they wouldn’t bother you. That’s what you told yourself while you continued to rush towards the edge.

              Then through your ecstatic state, you heard a knock at the door, soft and familiar. You knew what was coming next, he never waited for you to say it was ok for him to come in. Instead… the door opened, and you fell backward with it. Within seconds you were scrambling up, your hand having retreated from your pants.

              You blinked at Gowther with wide eyes and flattened, embarrassed ears. He returned the look only instead of shame he merely seemed confused. Then his amber gaze drifted down to where your fingers still shone with your slick and you saw him swallow hard.

              He walked into the room, closing the door behind him and he knelt down before you, “Did you still need my help?”

              He asked it so innocently even though it sent your insides aflame. You nodded silently, your eyes darting to the side in hopes of avoiding the disappointment you expected to see in his. But instead, he caught your chin and kissed the breath from you within seconds, with deep plunging swirls of his tongue and greedy pulls of his lips.

              He grabbed your dirtied hand and brought it to his lips, staring at it curiously until his nostrils flared and he inhaled eagerly.  The pink of his tongue darted out as Gowther licked you slowly, from one knuckle to the next. Cleaning you thoroughly as if the flavor of your arousal was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

              The throbbing in your cunt that had finally relaxed seemed to come back full force and you whimpered under his attentions. Gowther pushed closer to you, tilting your chin up as he leaned over you and kissed your lips. The press of his lips turned demanding soon enough, so much so that you could taste yourself swirling on his tongue.

              Then the door, which was still unlocked, burst open to reveal Ban holding a steaming bowl of what your addled brain provided as soup once you and Gowther nearly leaped apart. Ban stood there silently for a moment before a sly and sharp smile crept across his face.

              “Sorry for interruptin’,” he muttered and with that he turned around and the door shut firmly behind him.

              You looked at Gowther with wide eyes, taking in the slight flush of arousal on his cheeks and the barely controlled lust burning in his amber gaze. It was so rare to see him like this, so emotional. Your hand touched his cheek, stroking across the pink staining his skin before he cleared his throat, seeming uncomfortable with his own state.

              “I’m sorry. We will talk later tonight still, right? I will make sure to have myself more under control by then,” he stood and without even giving you a chance to grab a hold of your confused tongue and ask him to stay, he left out the door.

              You sat on the floor for several minutes, your body still burning from his touch. You could still feel the ghost of his lips and tongue gliding across yours and the way he hovered over you perfuming the air with his scent. With a sigh you moved to the door and opened it once to look down the hall, only to see the still warm soup sitting on the floor off to the side of the entrance.

              With a smile of appreciation, you scooped up the food and made it back into your bedroom. You managed to eat some before taking a small nap despite how uncomfortable your pussy had become again. It wasn’t until the stars were glittering in the ebony of the night sky that you woke again. It was some time until you realized you needed to go talk to Gowther.

              While you slept Gowther made his way downstairs after gathering his composure. For some reason that face you made when you said you needed him made him crave you just as bad. More so than he had ever wanted anyone before. Even Nadja.

              However, there were certain things that reminded him of Nadja when it came to your actions. Your kindness and gentle nature, your intense generosity when it came to the Sins and anyone you were comfortable with. But he didn’t see you necessarily as a replacement for her. No, he wanted you more than he’d ever even thought of her.

              He had known you very little but the time you spent alone together had become strangely irreplaceable to him. He wondered if this was what people called love. Or was it something more? His feelings toward you were growing stronger even if he couldn’t quite understand them.

              Gowther was so lost in his own thoughts of trying to sort out his own emotions that he didn’t notice Ban’s arm appear from the bottom of the stairs to snatch him in its grip. He immediately looked up in surprise to see the sly smirk the taller man sent him.

              “So, you and our little kitty cat?” Ban asked, innuendo dripped from his words, but Gowther couldn’t grasp what he was implying.

              “What do you mean?” he responded.

              The Fox Sin sighed in irritation, but King seemed to zero in on their conversation.

              “Did you walk in on them too?!” he cried, his face flushing red at the memories that were likely playing in his head. “God you guys need to learn how to lock doors.”

              Gowther looked up and Ban laughed boisterously, “They’ve done this before? Ooh I didn’t think you were such a dog!”               He grinned like the predator he was named after at the man caught in his grip. The other sins were all leaning in on the conversation now.

              “What happened?” Meliodias piped up, obviously sensing the perversion dripping in the air.

              “Saw Gowther here mackin’ on our little cat upstairs. Looked about ready to dive between her legs any second,” Ban chuckled.

              “Oh! Ban gross!” Diane admonished. “Couldn’t you be a little less crude?!”

              “If the situation called for it,” he responded with a lax shrug.

              Gowther was completely lost, and he currently wished he could understand what was going on. The itching of his fingers and the desire to use his powers came to him strongly but instead he glanced to the door where he could escape to the outside. He knew his friends didn’t like it when he read their minds.

              “So-o?” Meliodas practically sang.

              Gowther turned his attention to his captain, “So?”               The parroting of the word seemed to make his confusion more obvious than his expression or lack thereof had. Ban sighed again, and Diane shook her head.

              “Do you like her?” Meliodas asked.

              “Like?” Gowther copied again, tilting his head and considering the word.

              “The way I like Elizabeth,” Meliodas motioned to the princess, and she flushed before twitching on the spot.

              “Meliodas,” she softly reprimanded.

              He grinned at her before stroking down her thigh and causing her spine to straighten. Diane reached across to smack the back of her Captain’s head. Things were getting out of hand and Gowther still didn’t understand what was being discussed. Was it love? Affection? Lust?

              Did he feel all of those things for you? He wasn’t sure, it was hard to understand his own emotions. Lust seemed most likely to be what he was feeling.

              “You mean lust?” he said bluntly.               Diane nearly had a fit, “That’s not all there is it to it! Is that all you feel for her?”

              “Hm, I do not quite know what it is I feel for her,” Gowther admitted. “I want to touch her and kiss her. But… there is more?”

              He tilted his head in his usual confused way. The others looked at each other, exchanging expressions that were sympathetic for the Goat Sin. He may not have known how he felt but the others had a good idea, though they weren’t quite sure how deep his feelings went.

              “Perhaps you need to take her on a date?” Elizabeth offered.

              “No, he needs to show he’s interested before asking that,” King said shaking his head.

              “How about flowers?” Diane asked. “All girls love flowers.”

              Gowther looked at them with a raised brow. For once he couldn’t keep up. All this talk of dates and gifts, loving someone or not, he barely knew what was going on inside himself let alone trying to figure out whether he wanted, what was it people called it? A relationship?

              He just shook his head and walked past the other sins toward the door outside. This was a discussion for him to have with you, not with anyone else. That’s what others did right? That’s what felt right at least.

              “I need to think but mostly I need to talk to her about it. It involves us, not you,” for once his voice was firm and he let the door close shut tightly, cutting off the suffocating atmosphere from inside.

              The night air enveloped him in a mixture of cool and humidity, the scent of an oncoming storm rode the light breeze, and he wondered if it would break the slightly hotter daytime temperatures they were getting. Pulling a book from the pocket of his jacket, Gowther leapt up onto the balcony of the Boar’s Hat upper level and he rested against the outer wall as he began to read.

              You wandered down the stairs with a yawn stretching your jaw and your hand swiping across your teary eyes. The nap had felt good, and your heat symptoms were currently at a gentle simmer, something calm enough you could ignore them for now. You wondered if that was because you couldn’t smell Gowther in the immediate vicinity.

              Once you could focus your bleary eyes, you glanced around the lower levels, where most of the team sat scattered around barely functional due to what looked like some sort of drinking game. They were louder than usual and even Elizabeth seemed to have lost her usual decorum to some extent. You couldn’t see the shock of magenta hair anywhere and guessed he must already be waiting on the lip of the roof for you.

              You slowly began to creep toward the door in hopes you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. Mostly you wanted to avoid any awkwardness that might crop up from earlier. However, that was not to be since Ban immediately zeroed in on your presence and wolf whistled as he saw you tip toeing to where he knew the goat sin had run off too.

              “Go get it!” he yelled far louder than was necessary and you felt embarrassment sink deep into your bones.

              The night was calm and soothing, but when your nose twitched, and you inhaled, you could smell a storm on the horizon with a touch of staticky ozone lingering in the air. It promised to be a big one. For now, though, you were safe, and could enjoy the gentle breeze brushing across your skin and reducing the constant fever you seemed to be running lately.

              You grabbed the lip of the roof only to feel a cool and soft hand grab the back of your wrist and hoist you up. You stared at Gowther in surprise to see him sitting there, with an open book spread beside him, seeming to be waiting for you.

              “Y’know, I knew you’d be here but… I can’t seem to get used to you anymore,” you admitted softly.

              He frowned and you thought you saw a tiny flash of hurt in his expression, “What do you mean?”

              “I don’t mean it like that,” you say softly, shaking your head, hopeful to relax him. “I meant that I’m so aware of you now. And only you. My body needs you; I need you. I want you and only you. But… I’m not sure if it’s just because of my hormones or not.”               You looked down at the wood you knelt on and clenched your hands on your knees.               “I will help you; I want to help you. More than anyone I’ve ever known; I want to know you. Understand you,” he hesitated and for the first time since you’d met Gowther he looked uncertain. “I’m not sure that makes sense.”               “It does for you,” you laughed shakily, a sound that relaxed some of the tension that had been rising.               “We can do this without any deeper meaning until your… heat?... passes,” he promised.               Something twinged in your chest, unhappy with that result, but you also knew it was the most logical choice. You nodded and smiled at him, he brushed a thumb against your cheek, and you looked at his delicate features with affection. Your ears flicked and his fingers moved up to touch the soft fur gently.

              Your eyes closed and a soft purr rolled up your throat. You heard a soft huff and cracked open one of your eyes and saw that Gowther had a gentle smile on his face, it was small just like all his expressions, but it looked like he was about to laugh. You leaned into his petting for a moment, until you felt the fire grow and lick violently up your spine again. It coiled in your stomach and begged, tugging at your clit until it pulsed with need.               “Gowther,” you breathed.               Your thighs clenched and a flash of pride grew in his eyes as he watched you struggle in his presence. You rocked against the air, your tail thrashing behind you but he ignored the spot you ached for him most. Instead, he tugged your ear lightly to drag your mouth to his, continuing where you left off in the room.

              His tongue rolled across yours and you sucked it desperately, wishing it was his cock instead. As if reading your mind, which you aren’t totally sure he hadn’t, Gowther broke away from you to stand and work his pants open.

              He pulled his erection out, pale and flushed, long and curved in a way that made your walls clench because you knew it would hit just right. Your mouth watered as you kneeled before him and he stood in front of you. He stroked across the soft skin of his cock, once, twice, gathering the pearling precum at the tip to work it down the sides.

              You leaned forward barely noticing the way the rough wood dug into your knees. Instead, your tongue popped out, and you lapped at the head. Instantaneously, as the salty and sweet flavor of his pre splashed across your taste buds, your body nearly screamed with the amount of heat that consumed it. The sheer desire was suffocating, you needed him inside you, stuffing you full and breeding you. Your tail curled tight around your waist in hopes of controlling yourself a bit more, in hopes to bring you both a little more pleasure before you lost your mind completely.

              His hand cupped your skull and guided you forward, encouraging you to open your mouth so he could slide along your tongue and down your throat. The heady weight of him resting there made you delirious, you could smell the musky scent of his desire and the sharp scent of crushed mint. It was so good as he slid back and forth, slowly and methodically, testing the primal desire that he’d never experienced before.

              You looked up underneath your lashes at him and saw his cheeks flushed a deep pink, almost matching his hair and his jaw dropped open to let out soft pants of air. Your jaw was stretched uncomfortably, in a way that kept you focused on how wide he’d split you when he fucked you. The curve of his dick touched the softness of the beginning of your throat, making you gag every now and then around him.

Slowly drool began to accumulate along his length and down your chin. He tasted so good, a mix of salt and like the white part of a strawberry, just a bit sweet and sour. Your lids fluttered and he groaned, causing them to fly open again as you noticed his head tilt lazily on his shoulder. His hips picked up speed until he barely left you time to draw in air. You weren’t sure you cared though.

              You gagged more, the sounds turned sloppier and Gowther’s hips were pushing harder against your nose and chin. Then both of you heard steps as they made their way out onto the deck. Your eyes widened but Gowther didn’t seem to have any mind to stop.

              Yet, right as you thought maybe the person had gone inside or maybe Gowther was going to cum and it wouldn’t matter, despite the fact your pussy desperately wanted him to cum inside it and only it, Diane’s head popped up over the side with a sly smile. It seemed as if she had intended to catch the two of you doing something and cause embarrassment again but from the look on her face, she got far more of an eyeful than she intended.               “Oh my god!” she screamed and leapt over the rim of the roof to where we stood.               Gowther immediately let go, and for a moment you were hypnotized by the way your drool mixed with his precum and dripped off his dick. Diane’s hand came down within seconds of Gowther getting his brain back under control and smacked his cheek so hard that it reddened instantaneously.               You on the other hand were trying to wipe your chin clean and pull the hood of your jacket back up to hide your embarrassment.               “What the hell are you doing!?” Diane yelled at Gowther, as if you hadn’t been a willing participant.               You watched in surprise as chaos ensued and Gowther stared at her with his erection slowly softening. Your entire body cried in despair, and you found yourself almost reaching out to help him find pleasure again. He tucked himself away again though and faced Diane with a bland expression.               “Helping her. She asked me to,” he said.               That did not go over well. After the second crack of her skin against his, you stepped in.               “Please Diane,” you held your hand out in a placating gesture, scrambling forward on all fours. “Stop. He’s right. I was a willing participant.”               For a moment Diane seemed to freeze, confused, and then her face flushed impossibly darker, she screeched in embarrassment, muttered some form of apology, and dove back to ground. The mood had been officially broken despite the way your body still throbbed with need. You were still on your knees and Gowther looked at you but something in his eyes was very different. There was a glow, no matter how small, that had never been there before. A look that dare you say, seemed like affection.               You trembled under his stare, uncertain where this was going, and he opened his mouth before squinting his eyes and for a moment looking uncertain. He offered you that tiny expression you recognized as a smile, and he pulled you up to stand next to him.               “Let’s find somewhere private,” he whispered.               You shivered when his cool breath touched the canal of your ear, but you nodded all the same. Yeah, you wanted to be with him, desperately. So, you allowed him to urge you down off the roof and further away from the Boar’s Hat. ---

Meliodas was leaning back on two legs of the chair he sat on. He contemplated the ceiling as he occasionally took deep drinks from his cup. Diane burst into the pub, and even that didn’t disrupt his deep thoughts as he stared at the shapes the wood grain made.               “Dia-ane, what’s wrong?!” King asked and Meliodas finally turned his head to look over at where the two of them and his Elizabeth stood.               “God, I walked in on them,” Diane said, her voice trembling and her face bright red as she hid it behind her hands. “She-she was on her knees…”               King immediately broke in to stop her words, “Woah, woah, no need to be descriptive!”               The giantess nodded, seeming thankful she didn’t need to explain anymore. Meliodas sighed.               “They need to get this out of their systems,” he said bluntly.               Ban laughed, nearly spitting beer, “Perhaps we should avoid goin’ out. Since they haven’t come back.”               “That’s it! Everyone stays inside for the night!” Meliodas agreed.               “Why?” Elizabeth asked.               “No need to worry,” Meliodas responded, stroking the curve of her ass.               Elizabeth stiffened in surprise and Hawk butted against his chair hard enough to make him topple over. Meliodas sent him a glare even as the pig chattered on about being inappropriate. Drowning out the farm animal by focusing on dragging his chair back upright and taking another swig of his ale, he wished the two of his team outside luck as they found their way to each other. ---

The moon glowed above you, hanging with a pregnant fullness in the dark of the sky. Stars twinkled in between the oncoming clouds and though you both knew a storm was on its way neither of you worried, too tangled up in each other. Gowther’s lips stroked across yours, needy and demanding, as he nipped yours open and then rolled his tongue past your teeth. He claimed your mouth over and over, hunger roiling through you both and eventually it boiled over in you until your tail was rising over your hips and bristling.

Your groin burned, aching for his cock, something you’d been denied over and over again. You rocked against nothing but the growing breeze and the fabric between your legs and slick gathered at the apex of your thighs. Your cunt grew hot, unbearably so and you were mewling into his mouth, your fangs pricking at his lips as your claws sank into the cloth of his shirt once again.

              You pulled back long enough to breathe in deeper, seeing in the glow of the moon droplets of blood left behind on Gowther’s lips. He seemed unconcerned as he swiped his tongue across them and then wrapped his hand back around you, drawing you in for a deeper kiss until you felt like he was scooping the air from your lungs with his tongue.

              He worked your jacket and shirt off your body until you were forced to part by the cloth. But as soon as it was gone, he was back, feasting from your mouth and swallowing every sound you made. You shuddered in his tight grasp and his fingers worked over your curves gently, cupping your breast until you shifted and tried to get him to touch the sensitive peaks of your nipples. And when his thumb finally brushed over them you cried out, breaking from his mouth and nearly twisting in his grasp.

              His hand around your back, worked up your spine to grip around your neck, controlling every movement you made. You sighed, your nails sinking into his chest until finally you were able to rip apart his shirt enough that it was time to discard it. He dropped it from his body like the ruined top wasn’t any real loss, and maybe it wasn’t, your touch, his touch, was too addictive to really care about the destruction of some cotton.

              Every time you parted from each other’s lips there was a small string of spit connecting you together, and the sheen of saliva painted your mouths. There were smacks of wet flesh and the kisses grew deeper and messier. It was so good that you were growing lightheaded and eventually you stumbled, only to be caught by Gowther’s wiry arms.

              He held you up, eyes searching your face until he finally seemed happy with your condition and led you to the forest floor. A cushion of moss and soft clover held your body. As you crushed it beneath your skin it smelled like fresh grass and that warm pollen scent.               You inhaled but it wasn’t long before Gowther pulled you back to him, with a murmur of, “Pay attention to me.”               His lips found your jaw, the beginning of your neck, fluttered down your collar bone and right above the swells of your chest. He showered your skin with gentle kisses, only to follow behind with scrapes of his teeth and sharp nips, and then soothe the ache with a light lick. It was too much; your fingers were digging into the greenery beneath you. Your body arched and head rocked from side to side. It was so euphoric.

              His fingers danced down your body, bringing goosebumps to the surface the closer he got to your waist. Your hips lifted, encouraging him to where the fire of your heat had settled, where your cunt cried out for him. You were tired of waiting. He seemed to understand, or perhaps he was just growing impatient too, because his soft lips latched around one of your nipples, causing you to cry out while his nimble fingers worked open your zipper.

              You were rocking against the air, nothing providing you friction and desperation had grabbed ahold of you. When he switched to your neglected nipple electricity shot through you, making you bow and your tail puff out.               “Hurry!” you exclaimed, trying to control yourself and not grab his head and force him harder into your breast. “I can’t t-take it.”               You shuddered violently and his chuckle was `muffled again the soft flesh of your chest. His teeth were sharp against your sensitive nub as he bit down, you trembled, uncertain whether you wanted to move away or beg for more. Your body seemed to be toeing the line between greedy for any sensation and yet overstimulated.

              You whined finally before your body twisted out of the grip of his cuspids only encouraging his hands to work your pants and underclothes off your legs. Cool air kissed your slick covered pussy and you nearly cried out when Gowther dropped butterfly kisses over your silken skin, slipping lower and lower until he hovered over your pelvis.               “Ready?” he asked.               Though he didn’t wait for your slow mind to come forward with an answer. Your brain was too burnt out on pleasure to comprehend his words and pull-out comprehensible words. Instead, he slipped your naked legs over his shoulders in a position he seemed too comfortable with for never having done it before.               Your cunt was spread wide for him, dripping arousal as your walls clenched needily around nothing. Before he dove down with the flat of his tongue, he licked you from entrance to pulsating clit. You squirmed in his grip, even as his arms tightened impossibly around you. Making you so much more aware that he was much stronger than his delicate features let on.               “Gowther,” you breathed, your hips rising as much as they could to seek out his touch. “Please?”               You beseeched him as your fingers tangled in his magenta hair, tugging hard to encourage his tongue to flick faster against your sensitive flesh. His tongue and lips focused on your clit, rolling against it until you were shaking and then all of sudden he was backing off. You watched as one of his arms released one of your thighs. He stared at you in a way that told you to stay still. But how could you do that when his lips were back around you and his finger was pushing into your aching heat.

              You twisted, your free hip rising more than your pinned one, unable to follow his silent command and his finger probed inside you. He didn’t know what he was doing at first, you could tell from the way he seemed to be searching for something that brought a reaction out of you. But then his finger brushed lightly against the wall of your inner pelvis, and you groaned lowly. Your entire body nearly shot out of his grasp and he was caught by surprise.

              His eyes widened from between your legs and then he purposefully did the same motion, a little harder and that spot, that action, had stars bursting in your vision. They dotted the canopy and you gasped.               “Oh g-god, more,” you stuttered, trying to follow the movements futilely.               “Stay still,” he demanded, and the vibration of his voice reverberated against your over sensitized skin.               You tried to shift away from him but instead Gowther held you still, a flash of hunger and impatience lighting up his usually dull eyes. He nipped at the sodden skin just on the outside of your pussy. You yelped and flinched, nodding in agreement to his words finally. Then he went back to feasting on your slick until finally he began to feel a change in your walls and hear the shift in your moans.               “Wait,” you pushed at his head, your voice trembling as you tried desperately to free yourself from his touch. “Wait, I-I’m gonna— fuck—gonna cum.”               A smile, the widest one you’d ever seen on his face, curled his lips. He increased his movement, his tongue spelled words across your vulnerable nub and his fingers curled, pressing harsh and tight against that spot that had you crying out until your voice began to crack. You could barely catch your breath and your ear muscles were aching from the way they strained and twitched.

              Finally, every tensing muscle in your body snapped and then relaxed as you groaned gutturally. Your orgasm washed over you, sending your nerves tingling and hips rutting shamelessly against Gowther’s beautiful face. He encouraged it though. His fingers withdrew but his tongue continued to pulse against your vulnerable clit until you finally yanked at his hair.               “Stop! I don’t want that,” you murmured, and he looked at you confused. “I want you. I want to be filled with you finally.”               He groaned his appreciation, “Yes, of course.”               He pushed his pants down until they settled at his mid-thigh, exposing his cock to your eyes again, that pretty pink tip was sticky with his precum already. He bit his lip as he gripped himself at the base, paused for a moment as if considering something and then leaned back on his haunches and lifted one of your legs over his elbow. The position spread you wide for him and you couldn’t help the flush of embarrassment that rushed through you. That didn’t stop either of you though when he pressed forward, and you gasped at the pressure he caused.

              It felt like you were being split apart, he’d prepared you so well but still he was so much to take. He’d looked slender and beautiful, something that should be easy to take in your heated state, but he wasn’t. He stopped to rest on his hand when he was pressed halfway into you, his glasses glinted, and his eyes nearly rolled as you clenched down on him.               “Relax,” he hissed, his hips jumping forward half an inch causing you both to groan.

“I’m trying,” you swore.               “Let me in, kitten,” he breathed, using a nickname he never intended.

              But it was like opening the gates, you gasped, and your body relaxed for him, letting him push pelvis to pelvis with you. There was a sweet ache in your loins, but it was so good. That mild pain was adding insurmountable pleasure as he rocked back, the slide easier than expected thanks to the slick that now lined his cock.                             “Good girl,” he purred as he leaned further back, arching your spine for him and then rolling his hips in a quick and perfected rhythm.               It was euphoric, hitting you in all the right spots, dragging in the best ways, to where you couldn’t catch your breath. Were you drowning? Were you even alive anymore? Wasn’t death supposed to be painful? Each lucky inhale was sharp agony in your oxygen deprived lungs. But with the way Gowther was looking at you, like you had made him into a ravenous beast, you couldn’t find yourself caring.

              Your pelvis was rising to meet his, and he was not only shifting his hips in that perfect way with each fuck forward but when he slipped toward you, he ground against you for a few seconds. It caused the soft curls at the base of his dick to rub your clit tantalizingly.                             “Fuck,” Gowther spat, and if you weren’t in the throes of ecstasy, you would have been surprised.               Gowther didn’t cuss but your cunt twitching around him brought something out of him. It was bestial, greedy, he wanted to fill you over and over until you were dripping with his cum. Until he had to stuff his fingers into you so it would stay plugged inside. Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted it in you, he wanted to breed you.

              “I want to fuck you full,” he snarled, baring his teeth in an animalistic snarl. “I want to breed you, kitten.”               Your body seized upward excitement causing your cunt to clench and muscles to spasm, “Yes.”                You wanted it, you wanted it so badly. You wanted to pull more of this darkness and greed out of your lustful Sin. Your hands wound their way around his thighs, the only part of him that you could touch. You claws scrabbled at the leather hide of his pants. Desperation in your every movement for more that he could give you. He leaned over you finally, finally giving you something to hold onto better.

              Immediately your claws sank into his shoulders, and he groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His lips crashed against yours as his movements grew wilder and he swallowed your every sound, fed you his oxygen until finally you came with your eyelids fluttering and the black behind them turning staticky white.

              Pleasure unfurled from your cunt like a white-hot lava, racing up your spine and down your nerves, leaving your skin tingling and burning. Gowther couldn’t stop though, he wouldn’t, it felt so good with you clamping around him, milking him and urging him to completion. Quickly he pushed you into a second orgasm, one that fell right on the heels of the first.

You thrashed under him violently, until he came with a groan, painting your insides white. His hips grew sloppy, slowed down but he didn’t stop.               Eventually your cunt throbbed again, growing eager for more. Your heat pushed you into another round, accepting his excitement to keep going.               “Wait Gowther,” you whispered.               Because though you physically wanted it, mentally you needed a moment. You needed to process what just happened because he hadn’t pulled out at all. But he had no intention of waiting.               “You’re ready to go again,” he sighed in relief in your ear, his movements growing steadier and more confident.               Since when had he become so knowledgeable about your body? ---

The two of you crept back the morning after your dalliance in the woods. The others were together at the tables, eating breakfast and all eyes turned to you as the door opened. You were certain your face flushed eight shades of red even though Gowther refused to let go of your hand.               “Looks like it’s time to celebrate,” Meliodas crowed from his seat.               By the early afternoon the celebration had left most of the party so drunk they couldn’t move, but Gowther looked at you no differently even as you were babbling to Elizabeth, and Diane was picking twigs out of your hair still. He was certain you were everything he’d been looking for when trying to understand human emotion. He finally understood the root of humanity. Love.

#gowther #gowther x fem reader #7DS #seven deadly sins #fanfiction

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Oh, geez, so I’ve never really done one of these before haha but thank you to @draw-a-circle-thats-the-compass for the tag!

What book are you currently reading?

Unfortunately, I haven’t been reading much lately, but I am looking for suggestions! The last thing I read was Pox Americana by Elizabeth A. Fenn. It’s about the smallpox epidemic that hit North America around the time of the American Revolution and its effects, but it simultaneously takes you on a broader look at the impact, such as on Native American populations and the outbreak in Mexico City. Granted, it was for a class but a wonderful read that will make you not only think about history but reflect on the pandemic of today.

What’s your favorite movie that you saw in theatres this year?

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Top Gun Maverick…I went and saw it three times with three different friend groups.

What do you usually wear?

Ah, well, the winter fit is usually sweatpants of some kind coupled with any random assortment of t-shirts, both short- or long-sleeved, then some kind of hoodie or jacket. I’ve been trying to break in a leather jacket though so that I can paint it! That thing is far comfier than it should be.

How tall are you?

5’ 5” or about 165 cm.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I am a Cancer. I don’t really believe in astrology, but I know far too much about it because of friends. They tell me I am a “classic Cancer,” and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. And I do! June 21. I share a birthday with Chris Pratt and the U.S. Constitution. It’s also the day the Sox pitcher Rube Foster no-hit the Yankees 2-0 at Fenway in 1916. Make of those what you please.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

I go by my nickname Jill, or Grem/Gremlin online. Call me whatever the hell you want though, I’ll reply regardless.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I wanted to be so many things as a kid. Astronaut, microbiologist, paleontologist, a whole plethora of other things… As long as it had to do with using my hands for something and getting to learn and sate my obnoxious curiosity, I would be happy. Doing archaeology checks all those boxes, so I can’t be mad! I’m a recent convert to anthropology and I love it. Learning more each day just makes me love how diverse the Earth and its inhabitants are. I’m a filthy optimist, okay?

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Single and vibing.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I don’t think I’m much good at anything, but I guess I can draw! Would love to be better at writing.

Dogs or cats?

Don’t make me choose.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

To keep it in the scope of Hetalia, I would like to continue the historical fic I started writing centered around the American Revolution, as (early) American history is my secondary study. But I’m not confident in my skills enough to continue it. Forget posting it anywhere. But I had a prologue, first chapter, and second chapter in different states of completion before putting it down.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Cold War-era armor.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

My grades. [rimshot and laugh track plays]

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I don’t think being ADHD-fueled human encyclopedia counts so…I can write with my toes. I can sing and play euphonium, too, I guess! Idk guys fr

Are you religious?

Not particularly. I am a very lazy pagan, at the very least.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

All my friends and mutuals with their fine asses right in front of me so that I can give them all ginormous, lung-squeezing, spine-cracking hugs. Y’all need to stop being gorgeous double-cheeked-up baddies on this Tuesday evening.

I’m nominating @sunnysssol @ironicorange @cicadatalia @magictrio1118 @sunnylolli @modernday-jay @abbittheturtle because you are all wonderful and are either close beloveds or super chill!

#callsign gremlin checking in

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

28 / 11 / 2023

MEN OF THE DAY #80

TOM CULLEN & TOM BATEMAN

Can you believe it's the 80th article of MAN OF THE DAY! 😁 THANKS YOU SO MUCH!

To celebrate the 80th article, i chosed two compare 2 handsome British bearded actors.

Tom CULLEN and Tom BATEMAN are two handsome alpha men, British actors aged 38 (Tom Cullen) and 34 (Tom Bateman). I chosed to compare them because they are both English, actors and white bearded men. They both played in historical tv series, and they are both straight (unfortunately) hunky tall men (6'1 / 1 m 85 : Tom Culllen // 6'2 / 1 m 88 : Tom Bateman). Who is your favorite?

Both dress so well and are naturally cool, hot!

Both have a great chest which seems tasty!

On the left, Tom Cullen as Landry du Lauzon in the tv series NIGHTFALL.

On the right, Tom Bateman as John Beecham in the tv series BEECHAM HOUSE

(you'll find the link of the story i wrote about it just below)

Story about John Beecham (Tom BATEMAN)

Both looks so dominant as men of power.

On the left, Tom Cullen as Lord Thomas Seymour in BECOMING ELIZABETH. He makes me wants to smell his fur coat!

On the left, Tom Bateman as Giuliano de Medici in DA VINCI'S DEMONS. He makes me wants to lick his boots on my knees!

They are both gorgeous in costumes dramas.

On the left, Tom Cullen as Guy Fawkes in the mini-series GUNPOWDER. He seems so manly and stinky!

On the right, Tom Bateman as Rawdon Crawley in mini-series VANITY FAIR. We love a confident man in uniform!

Both are classy in suits as superior rich men.

On the left, Tom Cullen as Anthony Foyle, Lord Gillingham in DOWNTOWN ABBEY.

On the right, Tom Bateman as Bouc in the movie DEATH ON THE NILE.

⚠️ CHOICE 4 IS SUPPOSED TO BE "TOM BATEMAN'S SLAVE" I MADE A MISTAKE ⚠️

I'll may write a story about the winner choice.

And if you are interested i wrote two stories about characters played by Tom and Tom 😊

My story featuring a Tom Cullen's character

@gayhopefullove @tomcullens @tombateman @tomcullen-blog-blog @tombatemantheactor-blog @tidodore2 @leftprogrammingroadtripdean @rainykpoptravelcreator @innerpiratefun

#Jeu #Game #Question #Man of the day #Men of the day #Hommes du jour #Homme du jour #Alpha male celeb #Célèbre mâle alpha #TV series #Série télévisée #Histoire #History

[narrators-journal]

Breed the easter bunny

Ooooughhh, I'm sick as fuck, but I got this baby written at last! I went through SO many drafts of this, and I liked NONE of them. I like this one though! Tho, if it sucks, I'm so sorry. I wrote this while I'm hopped up on caffeine and possibly sick with a cold, bc winter is hell. But! I hope you enjoyed, and it was worth the wait, even a little!

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Breaking and entering, bunny suits, begging, at least a crumb of pet play, though no collars this time. Creampies, breeding kink.

With the moon drifting into the sky, Yu Narukami finally returned home from work. Stretching and yawning as he slipped on his house shoes and stepped into the quiet, shadow-filled home he called his own. The peace soothing after a long day of working, but...something wasn’t quite right.

Running his mist-colored eyes over the still living room, the ex-wildcard didn’t see anything out of place. The house was a tad messy, but he could deal with that tomorrow, when he had a day off. So, the tall man made his way to the stairs and paused at the bottom to listen to the upper floor. Only progressing carefully upwards when no odd noises came down to meet him.

Continuing the prowling pace, the persona user slithered up the stairs and did a sweep of the second floor until his eyes landed upon the sliver of yellow light trickling from beneath his bedroom door. Too potent to be sunlight, or moonlight, at this hour, yet he was certain that he’d shut all of the lights off before he left that morning.

So, as quietly as a mouse, the silver-haired man crept over to the door, phone at the ready to call 911, his other hand itching for a katana he no longer carried. But, he didn’t need his katana. He was now a bit over six foot, and he’d kept his body in top shape after his time in the tv world, so even unarmed, Yu Narukami could handle an intruder. All it took, was a quick count to three, and the slam of his bedroom door on the wall for him to take- “Well, this is a surprise,” Narukami muttered, drinking in the sight of, not some burglar raiding his underwear drawer, but the short-haired sister of his velvet room attendant sitting at the edge of his bed. Dressed in a sexy body suit and a matching pair of sapphire bunny ears atop her snow-colored head. “Elizabeth, right? I never expected to see you in my house. I’d assumed you were scared of me from our first interaction a few years back.”

Elizabeth’s golden eyes flicked to the carpet, her cheeks dusted a healthy pink as she muttered, “I mean...I was, but Kurusu is too young, and...well, Tatsuya’s not an option for...this particular lesson on humans.” She explained, the silver-haired man’s eyebrow raised when she glanced back at him. “Alright then,” He hummed, making the woman jump slightly, her gorgeous eyes widening in surprise. “Really?! Without even k-knowing why I’m here?!” She squeaked, but he simply shrugged, already relaxed again from his earlier offensive stance. “Lizzy, you’re dressed like a sexy rabbit on my bed. You want to fuck, right? Well, alright then.” He repeated, his nonchalance seeming to shock the woman into silence. Though, it was only for a moment, before she recomposed herself and managed, “Ah, I-I mean, thank you, then…” Ignoring how her voice still shook slightly, despite her attempts to seem confident. Not acknowledging how blunt he was, or any possible embarrassment at how obvious she was.

Regardless of that, though, Narukami went ahead and stepped towards her. Watching her vibrant eyes flick back to the floor until he put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up to him, “Though, I kinda feel the need to ask, what’s with the bunny costume?” He hummed, gently tugging one of the faux rabbit ears on her head and watching her cheeks turn pink. “Oh, I read in a magazine that these types of costumes were popular with men. So, uh, I thought wearing it would help convince you to help me explore.” She explained as he lowered himself so that his face was more level with hers and hummed. But, he left the words there for now and instead kissed her.

Her lips tasted like strawberries. And, while Elizabeth was obviously inexperienced, she easily let the wildcard take the lead. Following the movement of his lips and tongue, and letting him push her back onto his bed. Narukami pulling away after a moment to catch his breath and drink in the woman below him.

A good amount of curves, gorgeous eyes, with a sweet vanilla perfume he couldn’t get enough of. Dressed in a skimpy costume for him, horny enough to get over her fear of him after so long. It was a wonderful boost to the ego.

With a smile down to the golden-eyed bunny beneath him, Narukami reached up to trace a finger slowly down her throat and over her sternum, stopping to grab the small zipper of the strapless, black body suit and drag it down slowly. Bit by bit, revealing the soft, milky skin of Elizabeth’s chest and belly, and allowing him to slip a hand under the material to feel the anxiety radiating off of the woman. “Are you sure you want to do this? You seem rather skittish.” He pointed out, keeping his hand to the soft pudge of her side as his mist-grey eyes returned to hers. Watching the velvet room attendant look around his bedroom, internally debating herself before swallowing the doubt down. “Yes. I’m sure, I just...sleeping with wildcards isn’t exactly...encouraged…” She muttered, letting out a shakey sigh as the tall man slid his palm slowly up her belly. “You won’t get into trouble for this, will you? I’m good in bed, but my dick’s nothing to die for.” He joked, getting a semi-nervous giggle before she assured, “No, it’s not encouraged, but Igor doesn’t meddle in our methods of studying humanity. Sex is a part of that.”

Which, on some level made sense, so, the old wildcard nodded. Letting his hand finally slip over her skin to cup one of Elizabeth’s breasts. Massaging the mound of warm flesh until Elizabeth shuddered. From there, Narukami lowered his head to capture her mouth in a warm, slow kiss. Drinking down her lewd noises as his hands continued to explore her body and work the shiny material of her costume away from her body.

Once she was stripped of the body suit, the short-haired woman was left in nothing but the bunny-ear headband on her head, which, was a very cute sight to see laid on his bed. Golden pools of excitement watching him as he pulled off his t-shirt to toss onto his bedroom floor. His pants and boxers soon to follow before he climbed onto the mattress and ghosted his hand from her knee to her hip. “You know, you’re a very pretty easter bunny.” He hummed, making her giggle slightly with a dusting of pink spraying across her cheeks, “You really are such a flatterer, Narukami.” She muttered, her eyes flicking over to the wall behind the tall man who situated between her plush thighs and trailed his nails over the seam of her thigh and hip to gently tickle the woman before dipping down to run up her dripping cunt.

And, even that simple touch made the woman shudder and whine slightly. Moreso when the tall wildcard let the digit slip into her cunt to thrust into the moist warmth. Each soft moan and whimper Elizabeth let out, feeding a mixture of his ego, and his dick. So, he went ahead and slid another finger into her to further wind up the coil in her belly until, “N-Narukami…” She panted, her blush having worsened to a rosier shade of red as her golden eyes glittered with need. Just how Narukami enjoyed his partners. “Will you...will you quit teasing already? I’m impatient…” “Impatient? For what?” He hummed, continuing to move his fingers within Elizabeth’s twitching cunt as he spoke, the way the woman squirmed under him throwing gas on the bonfire in his own belly, but, not as much as her next words did. “I’m, um,” her blush continued to darken as she became more skittish. “Impatient to be bred. Please.” Her eyes darting away before she could see just how her words had the wildcard’s blood zipping through his veins. “Oh, and here I thought you were just dressed as a bunny to be cute,” He chuckled, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he spoke, Elizabeth’s eyes returning to his face when he spoke again, “Maybe I should simply make you beg to be bred.” ”H-huh?! Why would you do that?” Elizabeth squeaked, biting back a moan that almost slipped out with her words, which surely didn’t help the color of her cheeks ebb. “Because I think it’d be cute if my lil bunny begged, maybe.” Narukami chuckled, his usual laid-back energy replaced with a slightly darker one as he watched the attendant squirm more as he lowered his head to kiss her neck and purr, “So~ Go ahead, Lizzy, beg for me.”

When she didn’t, he nipped at her sweet spot. The move earning a squeak and a jolt, but he could feel how the little spark of pain made her pussy tighten around his fingers, so he did it again when, again, she hesitated. Finally drawing out a bashful, “P-please…” “Please what?~” “Please...master.”

It was little more than a whisper, but the success made Narukami’s cock twitch all the same. So, he retracted his fingers and instead let his member slide over the short-haired attendant’s drooling slit, “Say it again.” He hummed, leaning back to sit up once more so he could watch the woman scowl, but cave easily. “Please, master, Breed me.” She was a quick learner. So, Narukami grinned and lined himself up to finally push into her. Moaning along with her at the warmth and friction of every new inch of him that filled her up. However, when the wildcard was buried inside of her, he paused to let himself catch his breath. Taking the moment to drink in the sight before him once more.

A panting, needy woman clawing into his sheets, her snowy hair mussed, golden eyes aglow with lust and desire, and her rabbit-eared headband askew. Her plush thighs wrapped around him to keep him in place, as if he’d opt out so close to euphoria, it was a gorgeous sight that he’d savor for days after that night.

For the time being, though, he simply began to move. Keeping his thrusts slow and deep to fill the needy bunny up and enjoy the eager squeeze of her walls around him. Also enjoying the symphony of lewd noises his movements drew out of her. Like the music of a violin, each moan and whimper that his thrusts got, was addictive to listen to. “Narukami!” She whined, “God, go faster! Please!” Clawing into his sheets more as she spoke, the desperate glint in her golden eyes making the silver-haired man smile before answering her plea for a faster pace.

Moaning along with her at the added friction and the way her cunt squeezed tighter around him with each thrust that bounced her curvacious body and send shivers through her. Each shudder unravelling the woman more and more, her back arching, and louder, needy whines increasing as well. All the while, Narukami slowly let the heat of Elizabeth’s body overwhelm him.

The friction and temperature teaming up to devour his stability and stir up the most primal thoughts that laid buried in his mind. Breed, breed, oh god, breed her. Was all that his internal voice chanted as his thrusts grew unsteady and his pace wild. Until, finally, the pleasure completely overwhelmed him. Washing away every thought more complicated then breed my pretty bunny with a gutteral groan bubbling up in his throat.

Elizabeth wasn’t too far behind. Wrapping her legs around his waist to bury his stuttering cock as deep as she could within herself, her twitching walls milking every last drop of cum from him like some sort of sexual vampire. Leaving them both winded and satisfied. “There…” Narukami breathed as he slipped out of her, “Bred enough for the night?” but, all he got was a thoughtless nod from the velvet room attendant as she caught her breath. So, he just left the conversation at that and got up to get his boxers on. Whether or not Elizabeth stayed the night was up to her.

Though, if she did, maybe he could give an encore a bit later.

#Persona #Narukami x Elizabeth #persona 3 #Persona 4 #kinktober #ao3 ask #kinktober 2023 #scenario #Yu Narukami #Elizabeth #spicy #kinktober2023 #lemon #not sfw #minors dni

[crying-fantasies]

1936's Winter

Joseph x reader

There is nothing more romantic than a date in the middle of December, snow flakes falling from the sky, a joyful atmosphere around, the usual smell of the bakeries near with new and warm products that could make you head there without even noticing.

But there was also that could be called your worst enemy: the cold.

Since you were young even a cold breeze could make you weak, it would give you a fever or even worse, it got to the point that you were bedridden most times than what you could remember, it made you lost so much of what was supposed to be your happiest years, leaving you in your teenage years.

In those lost years it was common to have Joseph into your room, he would go almost everyday if time could let him do it, something that always made you comfortable, maybe too much give the fact that you even found it normal to talk to him in the late hours of the night and waking up with him next to you, it was fine, accepted by the adults when you were little kids, but now that you two were older it was bad.

Joseph couldn't go into your room, he was prohibited to do it after your father found him with you one morning, of course you two didn't do anything but the fact that he was in there was enough for almost chasing him out.

"Yo!" Now, said young man still had no respect for boundaries or personal space, that was clear by the fact that he could never keep his hands for himself, like now, appearing out of nowhere and hugging you from your back, a big smile on his face, you were once again greatly appreciative of the Joestar's genes by how tall he was at the moment, his body easily overshadowed yours, "did you wait for me? So sweet!"

Not that you had much of a choice, you weren't familiar with your surroundings so you only could wait for his appearance.

"Let's see, are you hungry? I know the right place for us" being totally honest you could say that you could trust him, he could be an idiot, a total stupid guy with bad jokes, but at least he knew you enough to lead you to good places that you would like, and that's exactly what he did while reciting the menu to you like he was singing.

Joseph was like this, he was funny, he was smart and also a complete dork, but you liked that, you really did.

In reality, you weren't sure if he liked you, at least not like that.

It was normal back in the day to have Joseph take your hand, if you were down with fever he would take ice and put it there, it didn't matter that it was too cold, if you were just too cold he would use his two hands to keep you warm.

Even at this point in life you weren't sure if Joseph liked you or if you liked Joseph, the one of your past, or the one now that was flirting with some girls after they asked him about a certain direction, totally a lie because they were looking at him for a long time before approaching.

Well, it was obvious that the puberty hit him quite hard, not only physically but also mentally, and hormonally for what it seemed.

You wanted at least one tip from someone older than you in this matter, so you took your shoot and asked to the first man that you found in your way.

"Uncle, I like Jojo"

Uncle Speedwagon started to cry in that very same moment and you didn't have an idea of the reasons, he was just saying something about your grandma and Mr. Joestar.

"Jojo is only a young man, and if he takes after Mr. Joestar and George, well..." He told you that, so you were quite certain that you needed a miracle in order to have Joseph to like you, you were quite aware of the fact that Granny Erina only needed to exist to attract Mr. Joestar, and you were also aware that the same thing happened with Elizabeth and George, Joseph's parents, rest in peace both.

So yeah, looking at the photos of the two incredibly gorgeous women it was obvious that you needed to work hard.

"I really like this new volume of the series"

"Wait, how come that you have it?!"

Work hard.

"Hey, you look nice in that outfit"

"Thank you" you were so uncomfortable in those clothes.

Work hard.

"I cooked too much, you can have it if you like"

"Sweet~!"

Work hard.

"I saw it in the market and thought of you, it looks good on you"

"It does, it's perfect!"

Work harder.

To the point that you just decided to stop, it was indeed impossible, and the worst was that Uncle Speedwagon started to cry again when you told him so, but he was also one to tell you that there are many opportunities out there for you and that anyone that you got to choose was lucky enough to be next to you.

So, yeah, you already let go of your hope a long time ago (it was only a week ago) and you drowned your sour heart with yogurt.

"Women really are crazy" oh yeah, there was also the fact that apparently Joseph would always say something stupid when he was talking to the opposite gender, it was funny because most of the times they would hit him, good riddance.

"It's only you" of course he put showed a painful expression, "if you put yourself some filter you wouldn't need to deal with this"

He put both hands where his heart was supposed to be while falling to the ground on his knees, showing that your words hurt him in such a dramatic way, "you are so heartless!"

Oh, now you were the heartless one.

"Yeah, yeah, then I'll be heartless enough to let you alone in this cold night..."

"What?"

"All alone, not giving you sweet and warm mug of chocolate..."

"What?!"

"I was just thinking about how warm my bed could be tonight, I got new blankets the other day so..."

"I mean!" Now he was on his feet again, his arm on your shoulder, "let's say, do you remember that time when we and Uncle Speedwagon were kidnaped?"

"I better not" oh dear, you still had nightmares about that day when Jojo almost killed you all.

"Well, let me tell you, this whole magic thing, I have it almost totally under control, I can show it to you" now he was close, maybe too close for your liking (not really) and with all the muscle that he was growing this was bad, you could feel every move around you.

"Yeah, fine, okay" oh, how could you say no to him in that situation?

You've never arrived home so early, everyone was surprised but didn't say a thing, you just hurriedly got to your room, your window was closed so Joseph was still on his way, looking out and expecting his appearance you didn't expect to feel his arms behind you once again, before you thought that he was warm just because the environment was cold, his hands were warm and big, no matter what was around, you wanted to hold them, his face showed his usual grin and now that his hair was longer than ever you felt how it also was in touch with you, Joseph always secured you in his arms, "nice and warm" he would say, not caring an ounce if you were in public, sweaty, angry at him or just being, in his own words, weird, he would appear out of nowhere and get you just where he wanted.

You liked it, because it was cute, it made you feel good, feel wanted, even when you knew that he was doing it only by the reason that he liked to do so.

"Do you like me, Joseph?"

It took courage, almost two months ago, to say those words, only to be greeted by his stupid and handsome face, he looked so confused before smiling again.

"Not in that way, silly, but of course you are good looking, anyone that get your eyes in them will be lucky"

Joseph tried to make it as less awkward as possible while you tried to just go with the flow, it was something that you never told Uncle or anyone else.

And now here you were, with you dear friend, in the same bed, without your parents knowing and seeing something similar to little fireworks appear in his hands, you smiled at how beautiful it looked, you could feel it near, you could feel him near, under the same blankets, Jojo was warm, even when he wasn't touching you, even when he was out of your reach and-

"Ow, what the fuck, Joseph?!" And then Jojo head-butted you.

What a way to ruin the atmosphere, really.

But what is to be expected of two idiots with 16 years old and zero experience in love?

Maybe that was the cause, Joseph thought at the time, you two were two fools in love, one already noticing it and the other just stupid enough to not even realize it, and he can say, without doubt, that he was that stupid one while you were the brave one that even got the courage to ask that question back when you were just two stupid kids.

"I mean, what was I supposed to say?" He wasn't sure, even when he was about to reach 80, and he was being quite serious about the question, even when he knows that you never were resentful of his negative response, maybe he could've say that, yes, that he liked you even when he didn't just to try and have his first relationship but the he would also be a piece of shit for doing such a thing to you, maybe if he said yes at that moment you two would've started a relationship and then, with enough time for his stupid young self, he would've noticed that, yes, he liked you.

He likes you, even the one that is sitting next to him, one that shouldn't be here because you died years ago.

"By the way, did I tell you that Fourth and Josuke are expecting a child already? It makes me so happy everytime I remember it, they're still young, and that foolish kid hasn't made the question even when I already told him to do so but still" you were listening, just like always, not saying a word, just like when he would enter your room to tell you about all the things that were happening outside those walls.

This was good, even when he could feel the worried glances from his family, but they just let him have it.

And he was happy with what he could have from you now.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #joestar family #jojo x reader #jjba pt 1 #joseph joestar x reader #joseph x reader #failed #meant to be #stupid love #spotify #Spotify

[womanexile]

Swifties think the song Harry talks about in ‘Him’ is Wildest Dreams, because he references it in the song but that makes no sense because OBVIOUSLY Wildest Dreams is about Harry! It’s on 1989!! An entire album about him!!

They cannot believe Taylor would call Harry “tall and handsome as hell” but the thing is… he is handsome?? AND tall?? If Taylor can write a song about plainfaced Joe called ‘Gorgeous’, she can write Wildest Dreams about Harry.

I’m pretty sure Harry is refering to Rep songs in ‘Him’ — RFI, So It Goes, etc.

Yea I’ve seen where some think it’s about Alexander Skarsguard cause they were in The Giver together. But I don’t think Taylor would write a love song about someone she might have casually dated once or twice. And Harry is clearly claiming it lol then the music video is a nod to the Richard Burton/Elizabeth Taylor parallel between her & Harry. She even has hair like Elizabeth Taylor. But yea in Him Harry definitely means songs from Rep cause 1989 is all about Harry.

[aftout]

Any funny Jekyllstein moments in JD canon? 👀

KLQ I need you to understand that EVERYTHING that has to do with them is hysterical

They met because Poole found Liam sopping wet at their doorstep out in the rain one night carrying a bundled up (VERY SICK) Victor. Imagine having to tell people that you met the love of your life because you needed to nurse him back to health.

I think it’s also funny that Victor became infatuated with Jekyll THE MOMENT HE SAW HIM and went “I need to impress this Englishman soo fucking bad”

Right. About that. Jekyll thought Victor was a legitimate doctor for two whole months before Victor came clean about being an expelled Ingolstadt student. They argue about this constantly.

RIGHT VICTOR LITERALLY HELPED JEKYLL CREATE BOTH HJ SERUMS?!?!? HE ENDORSED THE BEHAVIOR.

Victor will literally sleep through Jekyll/Hyde’s night transformations. He does not notice them. He will go honk shoo honk shoo while the other writhes around in agony next to him.

“Victor, Victor my spine is so dislocated right now. You need to squeeze me so hard that I pop.” “Edward I don’t want to do that.” “But you have to.”

Victor will call Jekyll/Hyde things like “handsome” and “gorgeous”. Jekyll/Hyde calls him things like “wanker (affectionate)”

ME AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IN THE LABORATORY CREATING TOXINS TOGETHER GRAAAHHHHHH 💪💪💪🔥🔥🔥🔥

They only end up working as Juliette and Elizabeth’s forensic assistants because they didn’t want to go to jail 😭😭😭

Ok this isn’t FUNNY funny but Victor just subconsciously kisses the left cheek when it’s Jekyll and the right cheek when it’s Hyde. Do not worry about it.

Victor ALSO never had a stage where he, like?? Couldn’t perceive Hyde’s face? Like he always looked like a normal dude to him (this is because Victor was well aware of Jekyll’s mania and how to help him get through it long before Hyde’s creation. This logic DOES ALSO apply to Poole but this isn’t about him).

Their 8 foot tall corpse son has more common sense than they do, which says so much.

THEY NEED TO BE TOUCHING EACH OTHER ALL THE DAMN TIME. They need to be STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER or they will COMBUST.

Victor having to pretend he’s in a polyamorous relationship with two different guys when he actually just has one lover with super deranged anatomy.

Penny sees them as her cool uncles 💔

That one time Jekyll had to scream at Victor to get down from the roof was fun (Victor literally just wanted to get a good view of London and he is insane).

“Henry the love of my life did you know that you can eat moss. Do you want me to show you."

yeah.

EDIT OH MY GOD RIGHT HYDE CAN LIFT VICTOR UP DESPITE BEING SO SHORT I FUCKING FORGOT

#i need u to know that curious case is the case ever. #asks #juliette’s draft #curious case

[nightmaresqueen5]

How Starlight met Nightmare: The Story of Us

Home. She was home. Her tiny little village at the base of the Tree of Feelings. Those gorgeous golden and black apples that shined in even the thickest of fog. Elizabeth had always been curious about the tree, ever since she was a little girl. Her mother, Anne, would always warn her away from going up to explore it. But Elizabeth had always been a curious little girl. Always asking questions. Why was the sky blue? Why did it rain? Why, why, why? Why couldn’t she go up to the Tree of Feelings? She knew about the two Guardians. Dream always had a kind smile for her and would play with her in the wildflower field just behind her house. But it was Nightmare who she really wanted to see. Was he nice? Did he look like Dream? Did he want to play? Did he like books just as much as she did? So one day when Elizabeth was 12 years old, she snuck away from her house and went up to the Tree of Feelings. The hill was really tall to her 12 year old self. It took forever in her little mind to get to the top. Though really it only took a couple of minutes as the hill actually wasn’t that tall. 

She had learned from Dream that he did indeed love books as much as she did. Dream loved to tease her that she was just like Nighty. How she always had her nose stuck in a book. And she always stuck her tongue out at him and told him it was because Nightmare had taste. She had her two favorite books clutched to her chest. The Canterbury Tales and Grimm’s Fairy tales. The spines were well worn from how often she read them. Elizabeth smiled brightly as she reached the top, looking around for another skeleton in purple. That’s what Dream had told her to look for when she went to find Nightmare. “Hello?” She called out, standing just outside the gate. “What are you doing here?” A young voice called out from the tree. Elizabeth looked up at the tree and grinned brightly when she saw Nightmare “Hi! I’m Elizabeth! You’re Nightmare right? Dream told me you like books just as much as I do so I brought you my favorites!” She said brightly, holding them out to him. 

Nightmare frowned as he looked at her from the tree branch that cradled him. “Why would you come to see me?” He asked “Because! I want to be friends!” She said, still smiling brightly, even though it was clear that Nightmare wasn’t too happy she was here. “Why would you want to be friends with me? All the villagers prefer Dream.” Elizabeth frowned at him “I mean don’t get me wrong, I like Dream, he’s fun to play with. But he doesn’t like reading and is always trying to get me to put my book down. So when he told me that you like books just as much as I do..I wanted to be friends.” She said softly, looking down at her feet, clutching the books back into her chest. “B..but if you don’t wanna be friends, it’s alright. No one other than Dream wants to be friends with me.” She said, her green eyes watering. Though past her couldn’t see it, older Elizabeth did. She saw the flash of pain on Nightmare’s face. He clearly didn’t mean to upset her. Elizabeth smiled softly up at the younger version of her soulmate. Has he always been such a sweetheart? 

Nightmare sighed softly and hopped down from the tree. “The villagers don’t like me either.” He murmured softly, looking down at his feet. “They think I’m evil because I’m the guardian of negativity.” He admitted as the younger version of herself looked up at him “They think the same of me. Because I have red hair.” She said just as softly. Nightmare looked confused and tilted his head “They don’t like you because you have red hair?” He asked. She shrugged her shoulders “They tell me it's because red hair is a sign of the Devil and I’m a witch. Momma tells me to just ignore them because they’re just jealous because my hair is so pretty.” Nightmare chuckled softly. “Dream tells me the same. They're jealous, not because I’m pretty.” Elizabeth grinned at him “You are though! Pretty I mean! I really like your eyelights, purple’s my favorite color” She said shyly, looking down at her feet. Bright purple covered his cheeks at her admission. “...Thank you. I like your eyes too. Green is really pretty.” He said just as shyly. 

Elizabeth grinned at him, a soft blush on her face as well. “Sooo wanna be friends?” She asked as she held out her books once more. Nightmare chuckled softly and nodded his head “Yeah…” He said shyly as he stepped closer to the gate and took the books. “They’re my favorites. I wanna go on adventures like that one day.” She said as their fingers accidentally brushed against each other as she handed him the books, both of their faces blushed their respective colors. Elizabeth blinked and suddenly she was in a new memory. They were still at the Tree of Feelings, sitting side by side, their shoulders leaning against each other as Nightmare read and Elizabeth had a sketchbook in her hands. Elizabeth could see on her younger self’s fingers were black charcoal smudges as she sketched. They were a couple of years older now. Around 14. “What do you think Moonlight?” She asked with a grin, holding her sketchbook out to him. “Did I capture the village well?” She asked, looking up at him. Nightmare paused his reading to look down at her drawing. “It looks really good, Starlight.” He murmured softly. “I like it.” Elizabeth grinned at him “Thanks, Nighty!” She said happily, before looking up at the sky, groaning. “I don’t wanna go!” She whined, flopping into his lap. Nightmare chuckled softly and started to run his fingers through her hair. 

“I know Starlight, but it is getting late.” He pointed out. “And you promised your mother that you’d be back before the sun dipped below the forest. If you leave now you’ll make it just in time.” Elizabeth turned around and buried her head into his chest “But I’m comfy.” She whined. Nightmare chuckled and shook his head “I will not have your mother angry at me again. I just got back on her good side.” He whined back, just to mess with her. Elizabeth giggled and looked up at him. “I love you, Nighty.” She murmured softly. A purple blush crossed his cheeks once more as a shy smile graced his teeth. “I love you too, darling. More than you know.” He murmured softly. Elizabeth giggled softly, leaning up to kiss him gently. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Are we still going to the river?” She asked as she stood up. “Of course. Dream promised to stay at the Tree tomorrow so we can have some time together.” He promised as he stood up as well. “Wanna walk me home?” She asked shyly, holding her hand out for him. Nightmare frowned and shook his head “Not this time, starlight. Dream’s still not back yet.” Elizabeth visibly deflated and nodded her head, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow. Tell Dream I said hi!’ She said as she hugged him tightly before running off. 

Time flashed before Elizabeth’s eyes and another two years had passed. They were 16. Nightmare had shot up another foot almost over night so he was almost as tall as he is in the present day. But today did not look like a happy day. Young Elizabeth was arguing with her mother. “Mother, I love him!” She yelled at her mom. “And he loves me! What’s so bad about that?!” She cried “Elizabeth! I am your mother and you will not yell at me! Now Nightmare is a sweet boy. But he is the Guardian of Negativity! He has an important job and he cannot give you the attention that you need!” Elizabeth shook her head “I don’t care about that! I know how important his job is! He always makes time for me! He loves me, mother! I love him” She sniffled, rubbing her eyes. Anne smiled sadly at her daughter “I know you two love each other.” She said softly. “I just want you to have the same love that me and your father had, my sweet girl.” She murmured as she cupped Elizabeth’s face. “You have my blessing.” She said softly. “You two may marry.” Elizabeth’s face brightened up “Really mama?” She asked. Anne chuckled softly and nodded her head “Yes, yes, you two may marry. I just wanted to be sure, sweetheart. That this wasn’t just some childhood puppy love.” She said gently. Elizabeth nodded her head “I understand, mama. Thank you! I’m going to go tell Nighty!” She said excitedly. 

After hugging her mother, Elizabeth ran out the back door and towards the Tree of Feelings. “Nighty! Nighty!” She called out excitedly. “Where are you?” She said as she reached the Tree. “Right here, Starlight.” he chuckled as he hopped down from his normal branch. “What has you so excited, my dear?” He asked with an amused smile on his face. “She said yes! She gave us her blessing!” She said excitedly as she ran into his arms. Nightmare’s eyelights lit up. “Really?” He asked hesitantly. “I felt your anguish earlier, darling. Are you sure?” He asked. Elizabeth smiled up at him and nodded her head “Yes! She just wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into by becoming your wife since you’re the Guardian of Negativity and don’t have enough time to give me all the attention I deserve.” She said, giggling. Nightmare chuckled softly. “She does know that all I do is give you the attention you deserve, right?” He teased, pulling her closer to him. Elizabeth giggled and shook her head “She doesn’t believe me. But she did end up giving us her blessing in the end so that’s all that matters! Now we just need Dreams!” She said excitedly. 

Before Nightmare could say anymore, he looked behind her and saw a group of villagers marching up from the town. “Darling, get up into the tree.” he instructed “And stay hidden until I say it’s clear to come out.” He ordered. Elizabeth frowned “What’s going on, my moonlight?” She asked, turning her head to see over her shoulder. Nightmare grabbed her by the jaw “Don’t look. Just get into the tree.” he ordered her sternly. “And do not come out until myself or Dream come to get you.” Elizabeth nodded her head, kissing him gently. “I love you.” She murmured softly. “I love you.” He breathed back as she did as she was told. As she climbed up into Nightmare’s usual branches, they immediately wrapped themselves around her body, keeping her from moving even an inch. “Thank you Nim.” She murmured, placing her hand on the branch closest to her. She was carefully hidden in the branches but she could see out to what was going on. A group of villagers with weapons had marched up to the Tree of Feelings. Nightmare had summoned his bow and arrows. 

“What brings you to the Tree of Feelings?” Nightmare asked diplomatically. The leader of the group of villagers glared at Nightmare. “Move aside, you devil.” he snarled “We’re here for the apples. We will no longer be bound by you or your brother’s rules.”  Nightmare frowned “I nor my brother will not let you have the apples. The apples are much too powerful for mortals such as yourselves.” He said, still trying to be nice. Elizabeth frowned ‘ Where’s Dream?’  The leader’s glare darkened “I will not order you again, Demon.” He snarled “Move.Aside. Now! We will have the golden apples and we will destroy the black apples!” Nightmare sighed softly, glaring at them “And I will not say it again. Leave peacefully. My brother and I will let this go.” He tried to reason. What Nightmare couldn’t see was a villager in the back, who had a bow as well. For Elizabeth, time slowed as she watched the arrow start to fly towards Nightmare. “No!” She screamed as she jumped down and ran in front of Nightmare. The next thing she knew was pain as she was hit in the stomach. She looked up to look into Nightmare’s eyelights. “Nighty..” She said weakly as she slumped forwards. 

Nightmare immediately dismissed his bow and caught her before she could fall. He knelt down with her in his arms “Starlight! Don’t close your eyes!” He cried as he held her. Fat purple tears fell down his cheeks as he went to heal her. But before he could, Elizabeth cupped his face in her hand. “It..It’s ok.” She murmured softly. “It’s going to be ok. I promise.” She breathed as she started to feel the life start to leave her. “Moonlight, look at me.” She begged, making him look at her “I love you.” She breathed “I love you more than anything and I will see you again. In the next life. Come find me my love. I might not remember right away. But come find me anyway. I will love you in every lifetime. Doesn’t matter how many I have.” She swore. “I will.” he said brokenly. “I will find you. I love you more than anything. I will be seeing you soon, my darling. Wait for me.” he murmured back “I will find you again. I will chase you across the multiverse until I have you back where you belong.” Elizabeth giggled softly and nodded her head “I love you.” She said as her eyes closed without her permission, her life snuffing out like a candle in a windstorm. 

Which is where her memories end. Elizabeth woke up with a gasp, sitting straight up, placing a hand over her stomach, where the arrow had killed her. At least now she knew why she had a birthmark there. Elizabeth frantically looked around for Nightmare, finding him sitting on the love seat in front of her fireplace, holding a very familiar book. Canterbury Tales. Elizabeth smiled fondly at the back of his head before she slipped out of bed and silently walked over to him. “You kept it.” She murmured, causing him to jump just a little “ Oh starlight. ” he murmured softly when he saw it was her. “ You’re awake. Good, I was starting to get worried. ” He said as she sat down beside him. “I’m sorry.” She murmured softly. “ Oh its alright, dearest. I knew that it would take a while, which is why I grabbed a book.” he said with an amused smile. “Not for that, moonlight.” She said softly, taking his hand into hers. Nightmare froze. She smiled at him softly. “ You..you remember. ” he murmured softly. Elizabeth nodded her head “I remember everything. From our first life at least.” She said softly, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles “ What are you sorry for? ” he asked, tilting his head in confusion. “Dying.” She murmured back. “ Oh starlight, that wasn’t your fault. ” he said gently, one of his tentacles wrapping around her shoulders. “I disobeyed you. You told me to stay in the Tree until either you or Dream told me it was safe. I didn’t. I stupidly jumped out and got in front of you.” She said, rubbing her left eye as she could feel the tears start to well up. 

Nightmare sighed softly “ Yes you did. You didn’t listen to me. But I forgave you for that in your second life. You’ve already explained to me why you did what you did. You did it to save me, dearest. Because you loved me and didn’t want to see me hurt. I understand, my starlight. ” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. “You’re wrong.” She murmured into his chest. “ About what, dearest? ” He asked as he ran his fingers through her hair. “You said I saved you because I loved you. You’re wrong. You used the past tense of love. I never stopped loving you, Nightmare. I do not love easily, in any lifetime. Once my love has been won, the person who has it keeps it forever.” She said firmly, looking up at him. “Doesn’t matter how many lifetimes I have. I will always love you.” She said as she leaned up to kiss him gently. For a moment Nightmare didn’t move before suddenly she was on her back on her bed. Nightmare had her pinned to the bed, his hands on either side of her head. “ I’ve missed you, dearest. ” he purred as she grinned up at him “I missed you too, darling. Is this your way of forgiving me?” She teased as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “ There’s nothing to forgive, my starlight.”  He murmured as he leaned down to kiss her once more. She could get used to this.

#nightmare sans #undertale #killer sans #nightmare's gang #undertale multiverse #dreamtale #horror sans #xtale cross #tw bullying #tw death #soulmates #reincarnation

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Cape Cod Trip added bonus Maine and Rhode Island

4 Day & 6 Day Adventures

Trip 1 Cape Cod, Plymouth, P-town, Martha’s Vineyard

September Trip 2020 4 days

Stayed in an Air b&b at Yarmouth

Day 1 Plymouth Rock and Pilgrim Memorial State Park.

When the first settlers first stepped onto land here, they did so because of the protected bay. Early in the 18th century, nearly a century after the landing, one of their descendants identified a certain rock as the place of that first landing. The famed rock, which has been broken, moved, and put back together, now sits at the seashore protected under a classical columned canopy.

The Mayflower II the tall masts of Mayflower II rise above her decks, a reminder of how this all started. Built in England during the early 1950s, the ship arrived in Plymouth in 1957 and today serves as an important way to relate the tale of European settlement in America. As well as can be determined, the ship is a full-scale replica of the original.

Day 2 Martha’s Vineyard Daytrip

Steamship authority vineyard: ferries to Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard.

We started at Oak Buffs were we rented an e-bike. The six-mile bike ride from Oak Bluffs to Edgartown is known for being a gorgeous and manageable ride, including riding over Jaws Bridge!

Oaks buff is known for its distinctive Victorian architecture with 300 colorful cottages designed to look like gingerbread houses.

We continued to Edgartown, with its quaint harbor complete with an 80-year-old lighthouse. A former hub for the whaling industry, admire the stately Greek revival mansions built by ship captains.

We Traveled along the idyllic countryside and small fishing villages. We then took a taxi the technicolor cliffs of Aquinnah.

The Aquinnah Cliffs – formerly known as Gay Head – is one of Martha's Vineyard's most-visited tourist spots, with bus and bike tours congesting the paved roads in the peak summer season. But the epic clay cliffs, which were carved by glaciers millions of years ago, are worth the trek. Visitors can explore the lower beach paths to see the cliffs up close and stretch along the sands at Moshup Beach. Or take the upper trails to the top of the cliffs to catch a glimpse of Gay Head Light and nearby Elizabeth Islands.

The Aquinnah Cliffs are part of the island's Wampanoag reservation and under special environmental protections to deter erosion.

Day 3 Cape cod waterways boat rental on swan river. Swan Pond River is Located right on the banks of the Swan River Cape Cod Waterways boat rentals offer four different boat models to choose from: Kayak, Stand Up Paddle Board, Canoe, and Pedal Boat rentals!

The Pilgrim Monument in Provincetown, Massachusetts, was built between 1907 and 1910 to commemorate the first landfall of the Pilgrims in 1620 and the signing of the Mayflower Compact in Provincetown Harbor.

Provincetown

Provincetown is at the northern tip of Cape Cod, Massachusetts. P-town is known as a longtime haven for artists, LGBTQ. Numerous galleries plus restaurants, nightclubs, cabarets and specialty shops are clustered on and around lively Commercial Street.

Long Point Lighthouse 5mile Trail

Begin at Pilgrim first landing park, walk over a jetty for a mile towards long point. Follow the shoreline towards a lighthouse. The first light was built in 1827 and became automatic in 1952.

Day 4 Pilmouth Plantation

Plimoth Patuxet is a complex of living history museums in Plymouth, Massachusetts founded in 1947, formerly Plimoth Plantation

The largest of which is the 17th-century English Village. On ground carefully chosen to reflect the topography of the Pilgrims' original settlement, and following the same street layout, the village authentically recreates the reality of those hard first years in the Plymouth Colony.

The following year we did a 5 day trip in July 2021

Trip 2 Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard, Gloucester, Cadem Hills State Park, Arcadia, Rhode Island (Newport).

July trip 6 days 2021

Day 1 Yarmouth July 10

Plymouth Rock, Provincetown and Plymouth first landing

MacMillan Wharf, 450-foot-long MacMillan Wharf. Aside from setting off on ferries and sightseeing tours, it is a picturesque spot to amble along and gaze out over the bay, boats and coastline.

Day 2 Martha’s Vineyard July 11

Ferry/bus we took the bus to the bridge that was made famous by the movie Jaws. We rented kayaks and stopped at the bridge to view locals and tourists jumping of the bridge.

Day 3 July 12 Whale watching Trips to Stellwagon bank marine Sanctuary

It encompasses 842-square-miles of some of the most productive ocean waters anywhere in the northwest Atlantic.

While the frequent presence of Humpback whales, Finback whales, Right whales and sometimes other endangered whale species no doubt gives the sanctuary its public appeal and worldwide recognition, this marine sanctuary was created in order to protect all of the great diversity of marine creatures that depend on these waters for all or part of their life cycle.

The sanctuary was named after its principal geologic feature: a shallow, underwater sandbar known as “Stellwagen Bank.” There is more to the sanctuary than just Stellwagen Bank, however. The sanctuary encompasses many other equally important areas; most notably “Jeffrey’s Ledge” which is just to the north of Stellwagen Bank itself.

You can think of Stellwagen Bank as a huge, underwater sandbar that it is about 24 miles long, 3-5 miles wide at its northern end, and just under 14 miles wide at its southern end. It rises above the surrounding seafloor to a height the equivalent of an 11-story building, with waters on top of the Bank ranging between 65 and 120 feet in depth and surrounding waters being between 250 and 350 feet deep.

Geologically speaking “The Bank” is an underwater extension of Cape Cod and this can clearly be seen in maps of the seafloor. As you can see in the map below, Stellwagen Bank is situated directly between Cape Ann and Cape Cod, a location that led many fishermen to refer to the area as “Middle Bank.”

Cadem Hills State Park camp out

Located a few minutes north of Camden on U.S. Route 1, the park offers year-round trail activities and camping. Winter camping, in a rustic shelter, is also offered and available by reservation by calling the park. 1.1 out and back trail, renowned for the panoramic view of Camden Harbor and Penobscot Bay from the top of Mt. Battie, which inspired Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem "Renascence," the park still inspires wonder in visitors today.

Mt Battie

Day 4 July 13 Hike & Acadia National park

After camping in Camden State park we stayed at an Air b&b right in town in southwest harbor, Me. It was 25 mins from Acadia National Park.

We did 2 trails, the first was a simply path along the coast call Ocean Path.

Ocean Path Distance 4 Miles out and back length of time 1.5-2.5 hours.

The second was Beehive loop Trail it is 1.4 miles , Strenuous hike, Length 1-2 hours. I do not recommend this for beginner hikers or young kids there are sections of narrow cliffs ledges and non technical climbs up metal rungs. My son was 5 at the time but we hike rock scrambles so he was trained well for this one. Def an amazing hike for advance hikers!

Day 5 July 14 Rhode Island

The next day we went back to Rode Island we stayed in an air b&b on a boathouse with such an amazing night view.

Day 6 July 15 Sunset mimosa Sail Newport

The next dat we drive 45 mins to Newport for a 75-minute sail highlighting 5 different lighthouses at the southern end of Narragansett Bay. few other points of interest around Newport Harbor and lower Narragansett Bay. We boarded the Schooner Adirondack II 80 foot turn of the century style pilot schooner.

For lunch we had reservations at the The morning Restaurant to enjoy New England Lobster. The Restaurant was located right in the wharf, with breath taking views of the harbor. I highlight recommend this restaurant!

Back home

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Ok, it was something I'd wanted to write for a long, but I needed to have a bit of time. 🤭

Since I've been re-reading, I noticed that, while writing my original story Dark Circus, Kate's and Alexander's looks became more and more similar in style and colors once they got nearer... It was totally unconscious on my part, but I can't help myself but find it so funny!

So, here are the scenes (all told by Kate):

FIRST - meeting among colleagues after work (ending in an unexpected undercover mission 🤭):

Kate: About my look, after Lucy worked to style my hair in a high tail with a slight crest, I opted for a black shirt with colorful flowers, smoke-colored jeans, a yellow jacket, and Chanel shoes of the same color.

Alexander: At least he had changed his look. I had to admit that a black jacket, white shirt, and jeans made him more informal, as well as reflecting his half-thirties.

SECOND - operation at the Four Seasons Hotel:

Alexander: I understood the reason for his confidence when a brand-new-looking Alexander Graham opened the door. He was wearing a suit with a classic tailored cut, Prussian blue, a tie still loose of a brighter tone, and a white shirt. In addition, his thick rebellious hair was ordered in a perfect cut with a side fringe that perfectly framed his face not at all surprised, unlike mine.

Kate: I decided not to play his game and threw my bag on the chest of drawers. I pulled out a classic knee-length dress of a sober beige, tightened by a belt at the waist and after having struck my boss a wink, I went to change in the bathroom, taking care to lock it. I pulled up my hair in a tall neat tail, then went out to pick up the black décolleté shoes with plateau I had aside.

Bonus, Elizabeth (Alexander's ex-wife): Elizabeth was really gorgeous. She, like me, had styled her hair, but being shorter, she had opted for a bun. On him, a Tiffany blue sheath dress that could easily have been on pair with Graham's tie.

THIRD - the same evening, before the "Let's unmask the dead" operation:

Kate: And so, I had bought online a dark coral dress, long and enveloping, crossed behind the back, which I would have combined with a nude satin heel.

Alexander (a bit of fanservice)😇: It was then that an intense wave of Boss Bottled tickled my nostrils, leading me to follow the trail toward Graham's tall figure silhouetted from behind, naked and perfectly defined. The tattoo with the symbol of the Dark Circus, which I had glimpsed sometime before, extended along the lower part of the neck up to the half shoulder. It was much more elegant than I imagined, rich in inked details. […] he dedicated himself to a black jacket and matching bow tie, then wore a white gold Rolex Daytona on his wrist.

FOURTH -At Graham's apartment before their unconventional cohabitation.

Alexander: A few minutes later, Graham appeared. He was free, in a gray Nike suit and slippers.

Kate: I changed my outfit, opting for a black pair of leggings and an extra-large green and white sweatshirt.

FIFTH - The wedding party at Howell Mansion.

Kate: My dress was a black empire-style chiffon dress with very light round sleeves, which descended softly, with an insert of diamonds that wrapped the pronounced neckline. I had worn simple light points, while my hair had turned out to be a drama impossible to style with that length. In the end, Lucy had just given some movement with some waves made with the hot iron.

Alexander: I wonder why I had deluded myself for a moment that he would respect the dress code. Total black look yes, but without the bow tie. He had just a silver-gray two-pointed clutch to give color and this time he had opted for a decidedly more modest steel Michael Kors on his wrist. On the other hand, he had fixed his hair, which fell back into a lonely, soft wave. Around him, his unmistakable scent. He was handsome.

#personal #dark circus #writing #oc: alexander graham #oc: kate hastings

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Visit Sweet Valley High for a super thrilling Halloween

Sweet Valley High is a series of young adult books by American author Francine Pascal. The books chronicle the lives of identical twins Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, who live in Sweet Valley, California. The twins and their friends attend Sweet Valley High.

Among the Sweet Valley High Super Thrillers by Kate William & Francine Pascal are the books Double Jeopardy, On the Run, No Place to Hide, and several more. These all make ideal popcorn eating thrills for Halloween.

TALL, DARK AND DEADLY: When Jonathan Cain moves to Sweet Valley, Jessica Wakefield feels an attraction so strong, it's almost supernatural. But Elizabeth Wakefield doesn't trust Jonathan for a single minute. 

And when a body is discovered behind the high school, Elizabeth's mistrust explodes into fear. Jonathan might be far more dangerous than she ever imagined.

RUNNING FOR HER LIFE: Elizabeth Wakefield's journalism paper my cost her life. She wrote up her theory that a young movie star's suicide was actually a murder, and two days later her dorm room is trashed. Somebody doesn't like Elizabeth's theory. Somebody may even be willing to kill her for it.

Jessica Wakefield is minding her own business in the campus coffeehouse when a bullet just misses her head. Suddenly she and her twin sister are running for their lives. Tom Watts, Elizabeth's boyfriend, is frantic. Can he help her catch a murderer before the murderer catches her?

MURDER ON THE LINE: Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield are looking forward to another summer as interns at the Sweet Valley News. Elizabeth can't wait to get to work as a reporter; Jessica can't wait to spend time with the gorgeous new editor.

Jessica is even more excited when she discovers that a crossed telephone line allows her to eavesdrop on other people's conversations. She loves listening in on the private lives of Sweet Valley -- until she overhears plans for a murder!

#sweet valley high #book club #young adult #halloween #Halloweekend #books #90s vibes #90s nostalgia #80s #francine pascal #cynthia daniels #britanny daniels #manchester #uk #sweet valley #point horror