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writtingfiction · 3 years

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Hey could get get some corrin x silas fluff where corrin after watching silas show of in training is just a big blushy mess abd is like kay really like this man now what then goes to her norhian sibling for advice

After many short stories, please enjoy this long one! I really enjoyed writing this one out. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

pairing: Silas x Corrin

words: 1.9k

It was a friendly sparring match, at least before it got competitive. Corrin was strong but so was her opponent, Silas. He did train the best he could and became a knight just to see her again. The thought alone is enough to make her heart race but with the sight in front of her, it did the trick.

Dressed in simple clothes, Silas is demonstrating a couple of move sets he was taught when becoming a knight. Corrin watches with careful eyes. The way his arm stretches, muscle flex as he swings the lance in a sharp methodical fashion. He moves with perfection and immense focus in his eyes. She can see the years of training show easily as he waves around the lance-like it’s a stick in his hands. He lands a finishing blow on the dummy, holding the pose for a good few seconds before he relaxes. Silas turns to Corrin with a bright smile, lance loose in his hand.

“So, what do you think?” Silas asked. It takes a moment for Corrin to respond when she realizes that she’d been staring.

“Oh! Your techniques are amazing and your skills are well needed in the army!!” Corrin speaks quickly, face flushing red. “Now, if you don’t mind I believe I have a meeting with Camilla and Elise!” Corrin turns quickly without giving Silas a chance to speak up.

“Oh, well…” Silas’s shoulders slump as he watches the princess flee. A small frown appears on his face as he turns to face the training dummy once more. One more routine then he’ll be done for the day.

—

Corrin is quick on her feet to reach her place, grab extra clothes and hurry to bathe herself. It would be a good distraction and help her calm down. Maybe try and piece things together. However, as she sits in the tub, her thoughts are crazy. It’s one thought followed by the other. How good looking Silas looks in his armour, how bright his smile is when he sees her. How dedicated he is. Silas became a knight just to see her again.

Corrin sighs heavily as she tries to settle her thoughts, but it’s no good as she thinks back to earlier. The confidence in his voice as he challenged her, the movements of trained perfection, the sheer muscle he had earned over the years. Corrin groans loudly, hands coming up to cover her face.

“It can’t be…” Corrin mutters underneath her breath.

Corrin stays in the bath long enough for the water to become cold before she exits. With some resignation, she dresses and prepares herself to see her sister Camilla. It’s not like she’s dreading the conversation with her dearest sister, but the fact that she has caught feelings.

The walk to find Camilla was not hard. Up by her room probably having afternoon tea with Elise or someone else. Perhaps her retainer, Selena. However, Camilla finds her first.

“Oh dear, there you are!” Camilla’s voice reaches Corrin’s ears before she can turn around the corner. The young princess spins on her heels to face her sister, a large smile on her face.

“Camilla! Hello.” Corrin greets her happily, arms opening wide for a hug. The two embrace tightly. Camilla pulls away but rests her hands on Corrin’s cheeks.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, we were supposed to have tea!” Camila said.

“Was I really in the bath for so long? I’m so sorry, Camilla. I was training with Silas and wanted to freshen up before meeting with you.” Corrin explains quickly. Camilla nods.

“Of course, now that we’ve found each other. Why don’t we have that tea?” Camilla said, leading Corrin to her room.

The walk wasn’t long before they reach Camilla’s chambers. The teapot and some teacups are already set and ready. Still warm as well. The two sisters take their seats and chat about everything they think they can. Although, Corrin is slow to mention her feelings for Silas. What if her heart is in the wrong place? She could possibly deal with rejection. She felt her heart sink at the thought.

“Corrin, are you alright?” Camilla said. Corrin realizes that she probably had a sombre look on her face.

“Yes, I’m quite alright. Just thinking.” Corrin replies but it does not instill confidence.

“I hope you’re not thinking about the upcoming battle strategy. I’m not sure how many times I would have to say that your plan will work just— oh. That’s not it.” Camilla’s pause has Corrin pause in her movements. She rarely does it, and when she does, she always says something that’s a little too accurate. “You’ve caught feelings, haven’t you?”

“Camilla!!” Corrin squeaks, face going as red as a tomato. Camilla laughs, as she goes ahead and pours more tea into Corrin’s cup. “It’s not—! It’s, ok well, you see…” Corrin fumbles over her words as she tries to somehow save face but with the catlike smirking growing ever wider on Camilla’s face she hangs in her head in defeat.

“There’s no shame in having romantic feelings,” Camilla said.

“Hmmm, I know, but we’re in the middle of a war. Now is not the time for romantic feelings, Camilla.” Corrin said in a firm tone. Camilla drops the catlike smirk, a concerned look overcomes her features.

“Even during the middle of a war, you should not be ashamed of how you feel. You care for this person do you not?” Camilla said. Corrin nods. “Take care of them, my dear sister but also take a chance. Let them know how you feel about them.” Corrin’s eyes hold a hope that Camilla hopes she continues to hold onto.

“I understand.” Corrin said but her heart doesn’t have the courage to spill now. She trusts Camilla and her advice is a godsend but does she have the courage to speak her words?

—-

Days had passed, the next battle was upon the army as they set forth. Corrin’s words were stuck in her throat every time she thought about confessing to the knight. It was amazing how she could find the courage to swing her sword against the enemy but not the courage to confess to him. Confessing seemed to be scarier than anything else she had experienced.

“AAGH!”

Her head whips around, hair whipping around showing Silas on the ground. The scene barely registers in her head, the arrow sticking in his shoulder, lance tossed off to the side, a large gash in his leg. She doesn’t think about what she does next, her body moves on its own. She leaves her spot, leaving Niles and Leo in surprise as she runs towards Silas.

“Corrin—! Where are—Hng!” Leo calls out to her but is interrupted by the enemy. He can’t chase after her, he hopes she knows what she’s doing.

However, nothing is going through her head as her bare feet hit the grass. The only thing she sees is Silas on the ground, reaching for his lance. She needed to get there quicker, he was on his own. The enemy could have heard him. Was it the archer that knocked him off his horse? The archer could be aiming again to kill him.

An arrow misses her head by an inch as she runs across the field. She doesn’t stop to think about how that could have hit her. Silas is the one in trouble. He needs help. She dodges past a blade meant for the enemy she assumes as she hears Jacob let out a shriek. Corrin pushes forward, ignoring the shouts meant for her. The moment, the moment she stops is when she gets to Silas.

She reaches him just in time as well, the legendary blade Yato in her hand as she slides to stop in front of Silas. She wields the sword with expertise against the axe wielder now in front of her, killing him. Corrin is caught off guard though when a lance wielder comes into play, disarming her. Her fight doesn’t end their though.

Her red eyes stare down the fighter, a rage boils through her. Her skin feels hot and her eyes glow brighter. Before the lance wielder knows it, he’s standing face to face with a dragon. Bellowing before him louder than before. With swift movements, the enemy is killed and Silas is safe for the moment. Corrin calls for a healer before she turns towards Silas. Appearing human instead of a dragon.

“Silas, are you alright?” Corrin’s voice is soft and calm, very different from how she was a moment ago. Silas can’t say anything, he’s stunned. He was sure that she was across the battlefield, beside Leo and Niles. “Silas?”

“Ah, I’m ok! Really! Thank you for protecting me.” Silas said, still trying to process everything. Corrin’s face remains concerned as she looks over him. The gash on his leg was pretty bad, never mind the arrow in his shoulder.

“Of course, but you’re still hurt,” Corrin looks from him to the rest of the battlefield. She sees Elise heading in their direction. “Elise is on her way, she’ll patch you up.” Silas can’t help but let out an exhausted laugh.

“Would you run across the battlefield just for anyone?” Silas said a wry smile on his face. Corrin stays quiet for a moment, watching Elise get closer.

“No,” Corrin turns to Silas. “I wouldn’t. You’re special, to me. I’d be devastated if anything happened to you.” Her eyes connected with his, her heart decided now, now he would hear her. She didn’t know when it will be the last time to see him, smile bright and laughing even louder by her side.

“Corrin, are you—“

“I care for you, I care for you deeply. I was so scared when I heard you cry out. I was scared that I wouldn’t get to you in time. But I made it, and I have to tell you about how I feel. You make every day brighter and every time you laugh, I can’t help but smile wider. You’re so kind and gentle. By the Gods, you became a knight just to see me again!” Corrin spilled her words, Silas hanging to every word like it was his lifeline. “I’m not surprised that I fell for a kind knight like you.” When her words stopped, there was a sparkle in his eyes.

“Corrin, my friend and from what it seems an admirer. I care for you, more than a friend should. I thought you would never feel the same but it seems I was wrong.” Silas said and it takes a moment for Corrin to catch up.

“Wait, Silas, that means—” Corrin said and Silas can only smile.

“I’m here!” Elise lets out a shout as she arrives. Staff in hand, magic already reaching out. “I’ll get you patched up in no time.” A quick wink and the gash on his leg was sealed but needed to be wrapped either way. The arrow was removed and the wound was healed with magic, with nary a scar. Corrin uses her cape for a makeshift bandage on his leg.

Corrin and Silas don’t get a chance to be completely alone until the battle is over and they’re both in the healing tent. Silas resting on the cot as Corrin sits at the edge. They speak about their feelings, agreeing to at least trying and see where it goes. When news does spread about their union, Camilla swears she hasn’t seen Corrin this giddy since she was a child.

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superemeralds · 5 years

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yes. a big sonic fish dropping his opinion on the Thing.

i watched the trailers a bunch of times unti li got so exhausted i just ugh.

you will notice i tried to go thru every second and try finding easter eggs but my attention is not enoguh to. Write That Down

if i had t and id be comfortable with my voice id just record audio or do shit in a steam but. yakno :’)

anyways its under the cut.

TLDR;

the movie looks like they asked pen kenders for design advice for sonics model

i absolutely fucking hate his anatomy its bad from any possible perspective and tehres no sugartalking it hes a naked little man with a fursuit head. and that head has a human jaw. somehow.

the cgi on sonic is debateable. hope the movie puts him into the environment a little better with bounce light n shit. (he would probably fit the environment more easily if he was a cartoon)

the overall quality of the movie is standard millions of dollar budged movie. its got explosions and action and over the top cgi and unfunny jokes that somehow make u laugh anyways they tried some really cool stuff but they just. couldn’t execute it the way they’d wish they did (or at least i wish they did)

you WILL be entertained when watching this movie because the actors are doing a great job n the overall execution is okay (not Good but like. passable. think frozen)

generally the characterization of sonic is good from what we’ve seen

eggman is gonna be okay i think, just. different.

love that its probably inspired by SA2 and 06

im trying to be professional with this but if you know me you know this is impossible. i tried.

I’ll do eggman in a reblog tomorrow right now im just too exhausted from having watched the trailer too often

Starts off with the cop whos name i forgot again sittin in his car when sonic speeds thru.

Ofc he doesn‘t believe such a velocity is possible but then he finds an electrifying blue needle in the grass? Okay? How is that still doing sparkly shit when detatched from sonic, and that strongly? I mean I get it but still. Very hmst? Makes one wonder how they explain his power.

Next is the paramound logo but with rings.

Then is a scene of Sonic running thru the woods which reminds me VERY heavily of the sonic fan movie. like RAELLY heavily.

then sonic falls into his... burrow?

notice the stop sign.

a big biean bag, to cussion his fall probably, and lots of trash. looks like soda and juice and stuff i can’t identify rn. but its a lot of junk.

he has a fuckton of shoes. all w broken soles bc hes running too fast. (tho its unrealistic for only the soles to be damaged.

and a casette player with a knife on it?

after sonic is seen on a street so we can see his back very well.

then he takes the fuck OFF all with the electricity sparkles. its like the efx ppl were too much into MHA

then sonic breaks the sound barrier and. somehow the entirety of north america doesnt have power anymore. maybe those things arent connected but like. its meant to confuse us and make us think. its probably how sonic came to this world.

then eggman is being an asshole to the military (yay) but hes also like. being the Boss Of The Military Now (nay)

also ofc the villain sidekick is a man of color

THEN the cop finds sonic in a shed.

i would screan too if i saw that in a shed.

then theyre sittin in a van. sonic does NOT have his seatbelt on.

THEN eggman attacks. sonic jumps out of the car to fight him off and save the cop

he does a spindash and flips eggmans car, taunts him and runs back to the cop (very good characterization)

eggman then unleashes a smaller robot car thing

then eggman finds one of sonics needles thats still bbzzzting he even tries to lick it. askjfhksa

SONIC THROWS A GOLD RING TO SAVE COP AND THE OTHER GAL FROM FALLING TO THEIR DEATH FROM A SKYSCRAPER??????

then the scene on the skyscraper thats probably before the gold ring throw

i like that the eggman mechs are all inspired by the 06 aesthetic...

he moves so. slow. in the scenes where hes supposed to be fast.......

they tried to pull a quicksilver but. failed.

i dont like how they used ingame sounds bc. yall removed him fro the game aesthetic. and. do that.

and the. shufflebag scene. im. what. thats. what.

also:

ok now onto sonics design.

not even that rainbow flare effect can save the fact he looks like a naked person with a furry mask/headpiece.

total frontal looks okay. i like the smirk and how deep the eyes are. the nose and the eye thing doesn’t really bother much. he looks like a lil boy that i would like to pet

why are his hands white though? just give him gloves you heathens..... they look like monkey hands (yuji naka himself made a statement on twitter that he needs gloves)

the proportions are so. hng. the human jaw. n his head attachment to his body..... it works when its a cartoon but like that? it looks weird.

this angle... why does he have. human lips??? im glad the ears are expressive but. HUMAN LIPS.

why are his eyelids like that.... the peach part is. not enoguh

WHY THE HUMAN TEETH. WHY HUMAN JAW? IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE!!! ITS REALLY EW IM AAAAAAAAAA

hhhh

THIS THO. this is a good boy. how are they the same model?

and thats where i want to give up bc i dont want to look at him anymore.

hes a naked guy with a fursuit head.

and he doesnt fit into the environment... the shaders on him arent good and they are forgetting the bounce light around him and on him.

but. essentially. yknow. yknow what his design reminds me of?

same energy.

i wanted this to be professional but im so. tired. i cant anymore ill do eggman another day

#shadows logbook #long post

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fretishe · 6 years

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You’re supposed to say it back

Characters: Poe Dameron, Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 2,149

Summary: Soulmate AU! Through the soulmate force of the universe (or whatever) Reader finds the wedding ring that once belonged to Poe’s mother in their bed and panics.

Prompt: How about this soulmate prompt? Whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow + a poe x reader involving his mothers wedding ring? I just really like that he always wears it around his neck, and it was revealed that he is saving it for the right partner

A/N: Back from the dead, I guess. I had this idea the moment I read the prompts and never got around to write it because LIFE. And this is my first try at a soulmate AU, I don’t really know how they work, hng.

Your tired eyes slowly fluttered open and you yawned. Your body felt stiff from sleeping, and you had to admit that you lost every feeling of time.

What time was it? How long did you sleep?

You didn’t know, not that it mattered. You weren’t woken up, by anyone, so it obviously wasn’t necessary for you to be awake.

So, you yawned again, rolled over in the warm bed and wanted to cuddle up with your beloved significant other. But he wasn’t there anymore. Unwillingly you opened your eyes, pouted and stared at the empty side of the bed.

“You could’ve woken me up at least,” you murmured, even though he wasn’t there and wouldn’t hear it. Still, you felt the urge to express your current dissatisfaction.

You stretched, tried to wake up your body and banish the tiredness that made your body feel unnaturally heavy.

When you left the warm bed you immediately shivered and stumbled over the clothes on the ground. You smirked as the memory of yesterday’s evening came into your mind, and more precisely how the clothing landed there on the ground. The memory made you wish even more that he was still here.

But he wasn’t, so you decided to get ready for whatever would happen today.

A slight sparkle caught your attention as you searched for something to wear. You squinted your eyes to find the sparkling object and kneeled down when you finally found it again.

You wished you didn’t though.

Your heart seemed to stop beating as you noticed what you were looking at, your breath got caught up in your throat and all of the sudden your lips seemed so unnaturally dry. Your hands were sweating and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“No.”

You knew that necklace.

You knew that ring.

You shook your head. No, that wasn’t possible.

There was no way, no explanation how it could have gotten here.

Sure, you thought, Poe Dameron slept here from time to time. Force, he slept with you so it wasn’t really surprising that some of his belongings just were here.

But the ring?

His mother’s wedding ring?

Here?

In your room?

No way.

He always wore it.

“No,” you murmured, “no, no, no. This can’t be.”

Poe would never lose that ring. He’d never leave without making sure where the ring was.

You tried to calm your breath, without success, and leaned against the bed. The cold air that made you shiver just moments ago was completely forgotten.

You stared at the ring as if it was some mysterious and dangerous object.

You knew what it meant.

What it meant, that the ring was in your possession of all people.

And it wasn’t bad per se, but it meant pressure.

For you at least. You didn’t know how Poe would feel about this situation. Force, you’d never talked about things like that, because it never seemed important.

Or rather important enough in times of war.

None of you thought you’d live long enough for that.

For a real future.

You were pretty sure you’d die before the war ended.

And now such a thing that never seemed important enough turned your life upside down in a mere matter of seconds.

You stared at the ceiling to avoid the wedding ring, to avoid this responsibility, this pressure, and silently asked the universe “why”.

“Why now,” you breathed and closed your eyes.

But the image of the wedding ring wouldn’t disappear.

The wedding ring, that once belonged to Poe’s mother.

The wedding ring, Poe always wore around his neck to someday give it to the right person.

“That’s ridiculous,” you groaned and kept your eyes closed.

An object lost would appear in your soulmates’ possession, it always said. Everyone knew that, yet you never thought it would happen to you, or that your soulmate would be Poe Dameron.

You loved him, of course, but you never thought that your relationship would hold on for long or was to stay serious.

You both liked to joke about it from time to time and you yourself never thought that it could be the relationship of relationships. You had never thought that Poe would be your soulmate. You had never thought that the concept of soulmates would still exist in times of war.

The concept of a soulmate, so undeniably romantic and beautiful, in times like this just seemed paradox and unfitting. When so many people died every day, how could there exist a concept like this?

You knew it didn’t follow any rules and remembered how your mother used to tell you about the most amazing stories how soulmates found each other.

You had always wished for one.

But recently you had forgotten.

Forgotten that soulmates existed and that there was the possibility that you might find yours.

The timing was bad.

Very bad.

A soulmate now?

Besides the bad timing, this meant a lot of pressure for your relationship. Your relationship was fragile enough at times like this. Every kiss could be a good-bye kiss, and every encounter could be the last.

To form a relationship with soulmates in this time seemed highly unbelievable.

And thinking of it gave you a massive headache.

Abruptly you stood up, grabbed some clothing – you looked horrible, but who cared – and left the room. With Poe’s ring tightly in your right hand.

You held your hand so tight that it started hurting, but it seemed to be the only thing that kept you sane at this very moment.

Thoughts racing you practically ran the way to Poe’s room and sincerely hoped that no one would see you.

You were paranoid, you realized.

Nobody knew that you just found the ring in your room.

Nobody knew that you just found out that Poe was your soulmate.

On the other hand, everybody knew that you and Poe were a couple so it wasn’t unusual for you to go to Poe’s room.

You tried to slow to down when you realized that you already arrived at his room.

“Here goes nothing,” you murmured as you entered, and really hoped that he wasn’t in there.

And he wasn’t.

Seemed like you had some luck after all.

Your hands were shaking as you carefully placed the ring on Poe’s bed under his blanket. You tried to calm down, took some deep breaths.

Now you just had to get out of here and everything would be alright.

It would be just like before.

No pressure.

Everything fine.

You really didn’t want to put any pressure on your relationship, or on Poe.

“Y/N?”

You closed your eyes and opened them as you turned around to Poe Dameron who, of course, had arrived just here now.

“Hi,” you said and smiled insanely bright.

“What are you doing here,” Poe asked and slightly canted his head, “not that I would mind but,” he nodded at you, “you’re wearing my pants.”

You looked down and realized he was right.

“Oh.”

You pressed your lips to a thin line and nodded.

“I’m just uhm, doing nothing,” you stuttered and laughed, “I mean just checking in. If you were here.”

“Well, I am here.”

“Yes,” you exclaimed way too loud, “you’re here.”

You stared at him and forced smile on your lips.

“Are you alright?”

“Me? Yeah, totally! I’m alright, super alright. Everything’s just fine. Under control. Good.”

The silence weighed heavy between the two of you, and you still creepily stared at him. You couldn’t stop.

You were so nervous.

“Are you … sure?”

You nodded and smiled.

“I just hid your mother’s wedding ring here because I found it in my room,” you blurted out so fast you couldn’t even process what you just said.

Poe seemed confused for a second, and you put your hand in front of your mouth in shock.

Then you shrugged your shoulders, tried to seem totally normal.

“I mean what? Your mother’s wedding ring? Why would I even have that ring, that’s utterly ridiculous. I’m sorry, I just woke up, everything’s alright.”

Poe’s confusion left for a lopsided grin and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Then keep it.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“What?”

Your stomach twisted and you weren’t sure if you’ve heard correctly. After all, you were nervous and confused and didn’t really know what was going on.

Except that you were nervous, that much you knew.

“Keep it,” he repeated and smiled, “I wanted to give it to you anyways – eventually –, so why not now when even universe wants it.”

He knew, of course.

He knew meaning this situation had.

He knew about soulmates.

Everyone knew.

It was just like that.

Always has been.

You raised your eyebrows as you realized what Poe had been saying. Your mouth opened as if you wanted to say something but no word left your lips.

“Are you,” you stammered, “proposing to me?”

“Yup.”

You closed your mouth, blinked at Poe a few times before you huffed a breathless laugh and smiled at him.

“Not exactly how I imagined,” you said as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

He softly shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m always good for surprises.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

You smiled at him.

At your fiancé.

“In that case, Poe Dameron,” you stated as you looked up into his dark eyes, “I will keep the ring.”

Smiling, he leaned in closer and carefully brushed his lips against yours.

With closed eyes, you embraced the kiss.

It felt different now, even though it shouldn’t.

It was a normal kiss.

Not painful like a good-bye kiss.

Not passionate like a kiss when you were finally alone.

Not full of happiness like a kiss when you saw him after a long time.

Not relieved like a kiss when one of you was on the brink of death.

At least that’s what it should have been.

But it was that and so much more.

You felt pain in this kiss.

Pain of what the future might bring, of one of you – a soulmate – would maybe die.

And you felt passion.

Passion like you’d never felt before when you kissed him – or anybody for that matter.

But it wasn’t the heated passion, you knew and loved.

It was sincere, deep passion.

You felt happiness as well.

You had imagined the reveal of this, of you being soulmates, would put pressure on the both of you. Would make everything complicated, maybe even dangerous or painful.

But none of that happened.

Instead, you were engaged.

You didn’t remember when you felt this happy the last time.

Relieve was mixed with all these emotions as well.

Relieve that nothing bad happened.

Relieve that everything seemed to work out.

It wasn’t a normal kiss.

Poe had kissed you numerous of times before, and so did you.

Every kiss was special, you thought, but they always felt familiar.

This one felt totally out of line, even more special.

You recalled the first time he had kissed you as your boyfriend.

It felt different back then, too.

Not the same intense way it did now, but different as well.

But it was good. A good different.

His lips left yours and were now just mere millimeters away from yours. You could feel him breathing.

You looked up into his eyes as he put his arms tighter around you, and a smirk appeared on your face.

“Hey,” you whispered, full of anticipation because you loved that slogan, “is that a lightsaber –“

Poe smiled, brought some distance between the two of you and looked away. He tried his best to look annoyed because you always ruined moments like this when you had the chance, but he failed miserably.

“- in your pocket,” you had to interrupt yourself because you were giggling too much, “or are you just happy to see me here?”

Poe couldn’t hide the smile and bit his bottom lip so he wouldn’t laugh.

“Now that you said it,” he responded and turned away, even though you pulled at his sleeve to keep him looking at you, “it’s definitely a lightsaber.”

You finally pulled him back to you, smiling brightly.

“Aw, come one. I know you don’t have a lightsaber.”

“Maybe I just got one,” he offered.

“Yeah, no, you’re not exactly … Jedi material,” you laughed.

“Ouch.”

You both seemed for a loss at words, merely staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying the company. Silently you thanked the universe for placing the ring in your bed.

You wrapped your arms now completely around his neck and kept him close.

His chin rested on your head, and you could hear the steady beat of his heart.

You smiled.

“I love you,” Poe murmured.

You looked up to him.

“Who wouldn’t.”

He laughed, and so did you.

“You’re supposed to say it back, you know.”

“Oh right,” you adjusted yourself to look him in the eyes, “I love you, too.”

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kingfisherunion · 6 years

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After the Cup of China - Chapter 4

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Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Relationships:

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov

Characters:

Victor Nikiforov

Katsuki Yuuri

Christophe Giacometti

Phichit Chulanont

Additional Tags:

Fluff and Smut

Eros Katsuki Yuuri

Blow Jobs

Hand Jobs

Anal Fingering

First Time Blow Jobs

First Time

First Kiss

Sexual Tension

Tension

Fingerfucking

Edgeplay

Teasing

NSFW

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of the Filling in the Gaps series

Yuuri was still breathing in long, shuddering gasps. Knelt nest to him on the bed, hands resting lightly on his hips, Viktor watched with relish as the Japanese skater pressed both palms into his forehead. He moaned a little, quivering moan and curled up on his side. It was adorable. He was so adorable. He could watch the boy’s ecstatic repose for hours.

But momentarily Yuuri stirred, and, propped on one elbow, traced his fingertips up Viktor’s pale thigh. Goosebumps. Without uttering a word he gazed up into blue eyes like two drops of clear, blue ocean. The older man looked on, rapt.

Yuuri had, for years, imagined this moment. Viktor protruded expectantly in front of his face. He admired it for a few moments, unashamed to let himself take in what had up until now been the thing of his dreams. He slid his hand slowly down its length, then fingered curiously at the tip. The soft skin was slightly sticky and seemed to jump in response to his touch.

He couldn’t believe he was about to taste Viktor’s cock.

He licked his lips and slowly, not willing to miss a moment, moved them down Viktor’s shaft, tonguing the head gently. A guttural response escaped Viktor’s throat. Yuuri like that he could elicit such an involuntary reaction. He wanted to hear even more of those vulnerable sounds from his idol. He tried to take everything the way Viktor had done with him, but choked. Viktor cradled his head in his hands as he sputtered and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Don’t try too hard, zolotse,” he murmured. Yuuri scoffed, but as he looked up he saw in his coach’s face nothing short of pure love. The Russian beamed down at him.

Yuuri felt his self-conscious slip away and he began to really enjoy exploring every inch of this smooth, soft, inviting flesh. He tested and teased with his fingers, and then with his tongue. He finally felt adventurous after the first real gag and took Viktor deeper and deeper with each thrust. Pretty soon he didn’t feel like he needed his hand to support him anymore and decided to explore further. He stopped his licking and slupring for a moment and rested his cheek on Viktor’s hip as he crept his saliva-soaked fingers back between his thighs.

Viktor clenched, then relaxed as Yuuri gently parted his buttocks. He pressed his lips greedily into his hip.

Viktor’s legs turned to jelly as a curious, wet finger found its way to his asshole. His breathing was shallow and heady and he tried to verbalize some sort of affirmation – this was amazing – but whatever came out was far from language. He could barely think.

Yuuri hungrily resumed his oral worship, all the while teasing with his fingertip. It felt tight; the gentle pressure it offered as he prodded was incredibly gratifying. So he teased a little deeper.

“Yuuri,” Viktor panted, steadying himself on the wall. “Yuuri, be caref- ohhhh!”

Yuuri had coaxed his middle finger in to the first knuckle. He licked, open-mouthed, at Viktor’s front, letting the drool drip down his chin, up and down the entire length, only to swallow it again a moment later.

Viktor’s breathing was becoming more and more audible, a low, throaty rumble. His jaw hung slack and his eyes, adoring and warm before, were hooded and unfocused. Yuuri’s probing finger was dizzying.

“Yes, Yuuri, that’s very good, Yuuri, that’s perfect,” he growled. As Viktor got used to him, Yuuri prodded a little more assertively, wriggling and thrusting greedily. The hand that was not now anchoring Viktor to the wall drifted to his hair, entangled themselves, gripping tightly. Even with the architectural support, he seemed unsteady, hips jutting out, back arched, head lolled forward. His teeth dug into his lower lip.

Yuuri was in a rhythm. Thrusting his finger into Viktor all the way to the knuckle was causing the latter’s slender hips to rock back and forth in synchronicity with Yuuri’s lips, which plunged over and over again along Viktor’s length.

“Yuuri, I… hng!!!” A wave of sensation interrupted Viktor’s words and his thoughts. However, Yuuri did not need words to communicate Viktor’s present status. As the Russian’s whole body quivered, cheeks and shoulders a soft, shiny, pink, gleaming with sweat, he began to swell dramatically. His buttocks clenched tight over Yuuri’s hand. “I’m… hah… oh!”

Warm fluid flooded into Yuuri’s mouth, thick and bitter. He gulped it down with immense satisfaction as Viktor collapsed onto the bed beside him. He cradled his slender body close and pushed back the silver hair plastered to his forehead. They lay in silence as Viktor’s heartbeat and breathing gradually slowed. The sun cascaded down over their intertwined bodies, casting a warm glow over everything.

When Viktor finally opened his eyes, they sparkled in the light. They met Yuuri’s and the two lingered there for a long while, wearing stupefied grins and kissing each other’s faces wherever their lips could reach. They gazed at one another as if with new sight, faces lit with wonder at this position they had somehow never found themselves in before now.

How could they look away now?

“I feel like I should… Let me…” For the first time since Yuuri had known him, Viktor was stumbling over his words. “Um? Here…” Without breaking eye contact he fumbled around with Yuuri’s body, indicating his desire to keep having sex. “I don’t want to be unfair,” he mumbled as his hand found its mark.

Yuuri was still feeling a bit sensitive. So much so that at first, Viktor’s touch actually tickled. He let out an involuntary giggle. Then Viktor giggled. Then they both were giggling, rolling around in their tangle of lanky limbs and silly kisses. What had moments before been a sultry, lust-drenched tryst was now a snuggly, loving exchange. Viktor tended to Yuuri’s arousal with great care, caressing his body as he went, whispering sweet adorations between deep kisses. He savored to soft moments when Yuuri’s bliss showed through in his face and even backed off a few times to draw out the experience.

When the Japanese skater could hold back no longer and came with a delicate, shuddering sigh, Viktor scooped him up into a deep embrace.

“Viktor,” Yuuri breathed, “let’s go get lunch.”

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Can’t Touch This - Day 4: Torture

This hurt me… this really, really hurt me….

That’s why there is silly banter and fluff at the end.

Note the AN at the end please….

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Can’t Touch This

[Fandom]:Voltron: Legendary Defender

[Rating]: Teen Audience/ Gen

[Genre]: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Whump

[Warnings]:Graphic description of violence, violence against animals, torture, Galra OC

[Word count]: 1.800

[Status]: completed

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Vrok brought down his foot and listened to the satisfying crunch of tiny bones breaking under the force of it.

It feels good to pay back these little bastards after having almost jeopardized his mission and he grounds his foot for good measure, the shriek of pain and terror delicious to listen to.

He grins at the other ones he has kept confined under a small portable net, their eyes filled with horror.

He lifts his foot, wiping at his boot and dusting it off, ignoring his most recent victim before spitting down on it.

His smirk turns into a sneer as he picks up the rodent by its tail, bent at a strange angle he supposes, and watching with satisfaction as the blue-furred thing squirms pathetically in his grasp, finds pleasure in seeing its companions becoming agitated and giving off loud screeches and squeaks.

Just because he feels like it, he jostles the thing, the mouse letting out noises so pathetic and pained it takes all of his very modest self-restraint to not just drop it to see what other sounds it might give.

“Thought you could outsmart me. Hng?”

He swears that animal is glaring at him with its red eyes but its uncontrolled twitching and silence contradict the defiance it obviously wanted to portray.

He’s somewhat intrigued, since he hadn’t expected to find such intelligent eyes on a creature so small and pitiful.

Then again, they did almost make him shoot his own leg, the damn critters, while two of them had tried to operate the knobs and dials on the console so that he would have become the one caught in a trap.

Still, he had been fast enough to stop them from shutting the doors to the room he had hijacked – the one he at least thought contained commander Sendak- and contained them in a net.

But he had a score to settle with the blue little one. His ear flicked, stinging from the bite that was still bleeding, blood dripping and spraying on the consoles.

Right now though, the mordacious little bugger presented no danger anyway. He was rather surprised how it was still alive to be honest… but well, he had not really put that much effort into squashing it. He had wanted to make an example of him for the others should they get any funny ideas.

He showed them his teeth in a smile, his hand unclasping the gadget attached to his hip-belt letting it expand in his palm.

It the space of a few ticks, it had turned into a small, spheric containment unit. He rolled it around in his hand, thinking about whether or not to make it air-permeable with the push of a button or to put his victim into it just because.

His ear stung.

“Hope you enjoy your stay.”, he mocked, shoving the squeaking rodent with as much force as the unit could stand.

The animal screeched in pain, while its friends let out noises of distress.

The unit closed, the animal hunkering and balling up as much as its broken leg and tail would allow, shaking and quivering.

Never once, did its eyes leave Vrok.

Feeling especially vindictive he tossed the sphere into the air a couple of times, catching it and throwing it into the air again.

“You see? This is what happens when you oppose someone stronger than you.”

He stopped, giving a disappointed hum when he looked inside to find the creature unmoving, its eyes closed, the only indication it was still alive its erratically moving chest.

He let his thumb jump from one side of the button to the other, missing it on purpose, watching as the animal tried to draw breath as the air inside the unit had to be almost depleted.

In the end, he decided it would be a waste to let it die now.

He pressed the button. There was a hissing sound as air rushed back inside the containment unit, the mouse making a small noise as it gulped in fresh air.

Satisfied, he hooked the unit back onto his belt, winking at the critters staring him down from under the net.

“Don’t get any ideas.” He said, patting his new plaything with a meaningful stare at the rest of them.

Nothing but their whiskers twitched and he decided he had gotten his point across perfectly.

Without further delay, he made his way deeper into the brig.

It wasn’t officially part of the mission, which was infiltrating the Castle of Lions while Voltron fought another of their Beasts, but it was where they had from commander Sendak last and as little as Vrok wanted to be punished for disobeying orders, he owed the man.

He also felt it better to have another Galra at his side, even if just as a decoy should things turn sour.

He pointed his blaster down the long rows of tubes, all of them empty. Upon reaching the last one, he had to accept that whatever had happened to the commander, he probably could no longer be found on this ship.

He clicked his tongue, pre paring to exit the area when something sharp dug into his back while energy crackled just beneath his chin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a pair of blue and pink eyes, narrowed dangerously.

In the reflecting surface of the tube he was standing in front of, he saw the Altean princess in full armor, pressing a blade to his neck while another had to be ready to pierce through his middle.

Vrok had known fear before whenever he crossed Druids in the hall and when the Witch had taken him in for interrogation but now, as he caught sight of the Altean’s livid expression, he suddenly got a new understanding of the word.

Her voice was deep, low and terrible.

“You will not harm another creature ever again.”

They all stood around the pod, watching and waiting and twiddling their thumbs.

The ticker was indicating only minutes were left but all of them just wanted the doors to dematerialize right now.

When Lance could not take it anymore, he sat down next to Pidge and gently put a hand over hers when she wouldn’t stop tapping her index against her biceps restlessly.

The interruption was obviously not welcome at first but his expression seemed to dissuade her and she allowed for him to hold her hand.

Allura watched as Hunk came up behind those two, standing above them and putting one hand on each of his friends’ shoulders in silent support. It made them look up and smile at their friend.

Shiro and Keith, despite keeping their distance, with Keith leaning against the console and the Black Paladin standing still with his arms crossed, they both looked just as worried as everyone else.

Allura herself was holding onto Coran’s hand far harder than she would have expected but the man simply let his thumb run over her knuckles in silent comfort.

She squeezed back, smiling at him in thanks.

With a quick chime, a hiss, and a shower of sparkles, the protective glass vanished revealing her snoozing, little companions.

The mice were sprawled at the bottom of the pod, fast asleep and huddling around Plachu.

“Oh my gosh.” Pidge whispered, glancing up at Allura imploringly, her eyes huge behind her spectacles. “Do we really need to wake them up?”

They all smiled and chuckled. It seemed Coran had taken her query seriously, turning to the main console to read out the information.

“It seems the treatment was a success. All of our little friends seem to be bac in top shape, so there’s no need to worry your little head.”

He twirled the end of his moustache between his fingers as his eyes scanned over the rest of the screen but that announcement was enough to put all of their minds at ease.

Lance popped to his feet, linking his arms together and stretching with a drawn-out sound at the back of his throat.

“Ooookay. I should probably go and get a pillow or something.”

He was about turn and head towards the door when Keith piped up.

“No need to.”

They stared at him in surprise and the attention seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable as he started to fidget.

“Uh huuuuh.” Lance sounded unconvinced, his hands jammed in his pocket and one eyebrow raised. “And why’s that?”

He did not look at anyone, not even Shiro, mouth in a thin line and crossing his arms, his face gaining a light dusting of red.

“No reason.”

“What’s that?”

Nobody had noticed Hunk sauntering over to Keith’s side, staring at something that was on the ground. He bent down to grab it. Keith darted forward, his expression panicked when Hunk was faster, holding up his prize for all to see.

“Is that-“

“-a mouse bed?”

Allura had no idea how Hunk and Pidge had come to this conclusion. All she saw one of the kitchen’s larger bowls filled with a thick, soft looking piece of cloth.

She watched, with even greater confusion, as suddenly Shiro burst into laughter and Keith’s face finally took on a solid shade of red, his eyes wide and pleading.

“You really never change.” The words were hard to understand with Shiro wheezing, bent over and keeping himself from toppling over by bracing his hands on his knees.

A real smile was splitting his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkled with mirth. At their lost expressions, he went on, obviously delighting in sharing this information with them all while the Red Paladin looked like he wanted to vanish into fin air.

“He already pulled this kind of stuff at the Garrison. On every trip into Giddin, you know that town near the Garrison? Anyway, he’d always come back to the barracks with a suspiciously tight jacket and every time I’d have to find a way to get some cat or dog out of the facility without any of the other staff noticing.”

There was a very, very foreboding smirk stretching Lance’s lips.

“Is that so?”

Their resident tech expert on the other hand did not seem amused in any way.

“Hey! No fair!”

Beside her, Coran laughed, sauntering over to examine the Red Paladin’s construction.

Allura hid her own smile behind her hand. She gave a wink at her tiny friends when ears flickered traitorously even though the pile itself had not budged a millimeter.

“Let’s see how this will play out, shall we?”

Through their shared mental connection, Allura swore she could hear squeaks of agreement and pure amusement.

(AN: Rest assured that no bone in Vrok’s body was in its intended place once the team was done with him.)

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