#i'm sure it's been done but i kept seeing it in my drafts and i had to

[ultralightpoe]

Chaos - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: terribly written but I'm clearing out my drafts

Warning: mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2340

Part One Here

Enjoy!

“What the hell happened?” Cho snaps, moving to the gurney being pushed in and surveying the amount of blood that was spilling. “Back up! I need room, someone page Stark immediately!”

The lights of the tower flicker under the storm, and Steve watches as Cho’s team wheels the gurney away quickly, his hand shaking heavily. Panic claws at his throat as the scene from earlier unfolds in his mind once more, turning slowly to the redhead beside him. 

“Steve-” She starts before he shakes his head. 

“Nat, this is not a conversation you want to have with me right now.” He sighs, bringing a hand up to pinch his nose before he realizes it’s coated in blood and pulls it back sharply. “I need to shower.”

He storms off, shoulders squared as he thinks about all the reports he is about to fill out. 

- 

“We won’t have much time, in and out as fast as we can. Everyone has their tasks?” Steve asks, making sure everyone nods back to him before making eye contact with you. “Y/n, I know this will be your first mission-”

“We should go before the storm gets any worse.” You interrupt, fixing your headset and moving to the bay of the quinjet, grabbing your bag before being the first to leave the ship and rushing to leave them behind. 

“Slow down Y/n.” You hear Bucky warn in your earpiece, and normally you would turn around to wait for him. But he wasn’t your partner on the mission today, so you didn’t turn and kept the same pace. They could catch up if they wanted. 

Bucky stops in his tracks when he sees you march off, not bothering to turn to him, his heart thundering in his chest. Normally you would slow down for him, normally he would have your back during missions. 

It was a slow realization that you would be alone. 

“Maybe we should-” He starts, feeling like a fool as Sam turns to look. 

“We gotta go, come on man.” He mumbles, watching as Nat takes lead. 

It was going to be a simple mission, in and out, Bucky reminds himself. Taking a deep breath before following the rest. 

- 

“We need a report,” Tony sighs, tracing through the footage of the mission, eyes widening at the fight. “I’ve never….”

“Tony, I’ve never seen it before. And it’s my fault.” Nat sighs, rubbing her hand across her face. “I got involved.”

“How?”

“I got in Bucky’s head a bit. I was just worried-”

“Worried about what?”  

“About Bucky and- I just remember coming out of the red room and being so attached to Clint. I had no family, no story, no morals. I was just pain. I was in pain myself and I inflicted pain onto others.”

“You went through something terrible-”

“THEY WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TERRIBLE! Bucky went through 70 years of it and the experiments they ran on Y/n….. I just wanted them to safe. I didn’t want them to get hurt.” She sighs, picking at her hair. “I love them both and I just wanted them to take a break. Maybe they would see how much they needed each other, and they would finally admit it to each other.”

“You should know by now that Barnes never thinks the way we do.”

“He thinks he is going to ruin everything he touches.”

“I know someone like that.” Clint interrupts from the door, giving Nat a small smirk. “Let’s just take a night to rest, Cho will update us if need be.”

- 

It had turned into a mess too fast, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. The rain covered most of your vision as the walls of the compound seemed to be closing in quickly, the others screaming over the intercoms as they had been ambushed. 

You had been tasked to get the files from the lower levels of the compound, and you had planned to get it done quickly. You had not planned, however, to be locked in the basement as it began flooding. 

“GUYS!” You should, tears springing from your eyes as you cling to the door, the water reaching your ankles at the top of the stairs. 

“They blew up the dam-” Sams voice cuts through, half static half radio. “Steve, to your right-”

Gunshots could be heard in the background, Natasha cursing and you truly did not think they could hear you at all anymore. “Shit.” 

Instead of clinging to the door you turn to survey another way out of the room, eyes scanning over every inch of space to find your exit. The intercom in your hear rumbles with static before your name breaks through, Bucky’s voice sounding panicked. The next thing you know the intercoms have a sharp ringing through them that makes you gasp out and tear it from your ear quickly, dropping it in the water and diving in to find a way out. 

- 

Bucky curses as he tears the intercom from his ear, dodging a bullet quickly and diving behind a wall as Nat stays covered by her own, making eye contact for a second as she tears her own comns out.

First the heavy explosion that shook them down, the dam breaking and water beginning to flood, Hydra soldiers attacking them and now their comns were down. Worst of all Bucky could not find you. 

Heart thundering through his ribs as he bites at his tongue to keep from grunting in pain when he realizes he had been shot, but right now that doesn't matter. He had to find you. 

“I have to find Y/n!” He shouts, watching Nat nod before he dashes to the exit that you were supposed to use. Just as he reaches the metal door something loosens in his chest, knowing you would were near and he could find you. He would never let you go he swore to god. 

He pulls the door, desperate to get to you, only to find it sealed shut. So his metal hand takes charge, bending into the metal as he grunts out, doing his best to get it off. A shout of pain fills the air as Sam comes into view, moving to help Bucky tear the door off. 

They make eye contact for a moment, the rain beating down on them before a blast of light blows them to the side, heat covering their bodies as they ram into the wall. 

Bucky’s head slams into brick, he hears Steve shout and Sam scream out in pain before it all goes blank. 

He would never see the chaos erupt. 

- 

Steve is up the second the sun filters through the curtains, happy to finally get to leave his room and check on his friends' health. 

Nat is already waiting for him in the front hall of the med bay, a nervous look on her face as Steve walks past her to speak with Cho.”Any update?”

“He’s breathing.” She sighs. “And he was so lucky Y/n was there.”

- 

You could hear the explosion from under the water, and in a panic you swam back up, only to find that the water had flooded to the roof and your face was pressed to the ceiling to catch your breath. 

Taking a moment to breathe as you hear Sam scream in pain, there was a pain in yoru chest that you couldn’t explain. It felt like a panic attack but worse, you couldn’t breathe and you couldn’t stop crying. 

“PLEASE!” You scream, hands pressing to the ceiling as the water gets worse. 

“Stop crying!” A voice breaks out, and you whip your head to find your old boss, the man that had thrown you into your first cell. The man that had ruined you. 

He was standing in the center of the room, and you had to blink for a moment to realize that there was no water, and you were completely dry.

“W-what?”

“Stand up!” You listen to him immediately, just as you used to, the tears still streaming down your face as you look around the room. It was different now, when you had come in it had looked like a simple office, now it was your cell. 

Or had it always been your cell?

Who was screaming?

“I SAID STAND UP!” Doctor Cornell shouts, stomping forward to drag you up himself, a slap tearing across your face as you cry out. 

“Where’s Bucky?” You gasp, the pain in your cheek fading away quickly. “I want to find Bucky.”

“You think he wants you?” Cornell laughs bitterly. “No one wants you, I’ve made you a fucking freak.”

“I want b-” Before you can finish your sentence you remember Bucky ignoring you, avoiding you….. And then you realize why. Cornell was right, he had made you a freak. You were a monster. 

A sob racks through your chest, and the painful feeling explodes. 

You try to scream out, only for your lungs to fill with water and more panic to take place. 

- 

Steve could not believe his eyes, holding Sam's abdomen tightly in an attempt to stop the blood, watching as vines burst from the basement and travel across every surface faster then he ever thought possible. 

“Is that……” Steve starts, looking to where Nat was trying to get Bucky up.

“Y/n.”

Sam gasps out as the vines wrap around him, tightening around his wound and glowing a deep golden color as some of the blood stops, the vines traveling further and wrapping around the Hydra soldiers tightly to stop them all. 

Now that Sam's wound is being taken care of, Steve dashes to dive in the water, swimming down to try and find where you were. Only you were nowhere to be found, whatsoever. 

By the time he comes back up he is panting for air, watching as Bucky kneels by the water with blood leaking down his face and panicked eyes looking at his friend. “Where is she?”

“She’s not down there.” Steve gasps. 

“STEVE WHERE IS SHE?!” Bucky snaps, the water reaching his waist as Nat moves to snatch him back. 

“The vines are dying, Y/n can’t hold them off forever. We gotta go.” She rushes out, snatching the back of Buckys vest. 

“NOT WITHOUT Y/N-”

“Bucky. Y/n is holding them off but we have to get Sam out of here. Please.”

- 

“Any word on Y/n?” Bruce asks, coming into the surveillance room where Clint is deep diving into the footage. 

“I can’t find her.” He admits, eyes never leaving the screen. “I would love some help.”

“You got it.”

“Lock the door before Barnes comes in and bothers me again.” He sighs, watching Bruce lock it. It was a joke, but he knew that Barnes was hurting. He could understand that. 

- 

Bucky woke up in a startled panic, reaching to your side of the bed quickly, sitting up to find you when he doesn’t feel you. “Y/n?”

His voice is scratchy, a mix of all the screaming from yesterday, and he slowly realizes you aren’t there as the memories resurface.You weren’t here, you were gone. They weren’t able to find you yesterday. 

A knock sounds at the door and Bucky jumps up, excitement filling him as he rushes to answer, hoping to see your face on the other side of the door, only to find Steve on the other side. His heart plummets to his stomach as his friend looks at him softly. 

“You found your way to her apartments then?”

“I think I came here immediately yesterday.” He answers truthfully, letting Steve in before looking around the room, seeing all the dead plants. “How did her plants die in a day?”

“Buck…..” Steve starts, and Bucky tenses, fists clenched as he turns to his friend. “It’s been…. It’s been a week.”

“What?” Bucky laughs, flinching as Steve turns on the light. 

“It’s been a week. You came here the night we brought you back and you passed out, I think because of the head injury-”

“If it’s been a week then where is my doll?”

“We…. we can’t find her Buck.” Steve sighs, rubbing between his eyes. “I think it’s time you and I talked about some things-”

“Talk about things? I can’t talk I have to go find her Steve-” He moves to pass his friend but Steve shoots his hand out to catch him. 

“I think it’s time to admit you love her.”

- 

Freak freak freak freak freak. 

Your mouth was dry and your feet hurt, this was the only thing you could comprehend. 

The lady in the market was staring at you wildly, looking terrified as she reached a hand towards you, concern flashing through her eyes. “Are you okay?” 

She had a heavy accent, one that reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. What was it…..russian?

“Do you want me to call someone?” She asks, rubbing your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“I…..I’m….” Who were you? You blinked slowly, trying to remember who you were. All you saw was a flash of someone with a metal arm before you were met with a bald man in a lab coat. “I… don’t…. Who am I?”

- 

Bucky finds himself in the med bay the next morning after a long lecture from Steve, staring at Sam as his friend runs on the treadmill. 

“I… I am so confused. Steve said you were in critical condition?” 

“He was.” Cho answers in amazement, reading the stats that Sam is sending through the tech pad in her hands. “But he is completely healed.”

“How?”

“Y/n, there were traces of her vines left in the wound. It’s completely healed now.”

“Her…. she’s never done that before.” Bucky mumbles, a tight feeling in his chest. “What do you think it means?”

“I think we need to find Y/n, as fast as we can. That was way too much energy used.” Cho answers, a grim expression on her face.

Bucky could do that, he would tear apart the world to find you.

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[genshinarchives]

Aliceeeeee this art is so adorable!!! It fits perfectly to ur seelie headcanons and al haitham is so....😳😳😳🤤

Al-Haitham / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: Al-Haitham is stressed about writing his new research paper but finds some solace in your quiet presence.

— ( An extension of my seelie!reader headcanons with the Sumeru cast. )

An exhausted sigh slipped past Al-Haitham's lips as he tapped the blunt end of his pen incessantly on his desk. Numerous papers with messy scribbles were scattered haphazardly around him, signifying the unusually frazzled state his mind was in. Pausing, he then glanced over his shoulder to find your mini seelie self snoozing away on his pillow. For a moment, he considered asking Kaveh to look after you but quickly decided against it when he remembered his roommate throwing you out of the window to see how fast you can travel through the air the other day.

"... I'm not getting any work done today," he muttered, dropping his pen on his desk with a sharp clatter. That woke you up from your slumber, and you let out a squeaky noise of protest as you floated up from the pillow.

'Geez, I was having such a nice dream too!' you thought, folding your tiny seelie arms.

Rising from his chair, Al-Haitham walked towards his bed and plopped himself down on the mattress with his back facing the ceiling. He didn't bother changing into proper night clothes, which made you tug his hair to express your disapproval.

He lazily swatted you away, mumbling, "Let it slide for today. I'm tired."

A humming squeak left you as you carefully landed beside him on the pillow, and he turned his head to look at you, blinking wearily. When you tapped one of his eyelids, he chuckled breathily with the tiniest hint of a smile.

"I'm fine, Seel," he murmured, calling you by your nickname which he had come up with, "Sorry for waking you up." Since he doesn't know your real name and you don't know how to write the universal letters of Teyvat, he shortened Seelie to Seel and has been calling you that since then. Lifting a hand over your small form, he lightly patted you. "Go back to sleep. I also have to wake up early tomorrow..." Trailing off, he soon fell asleep, the weight of his hand squashing you flat.

The following morning, you woke Al-Haitham up by smacking his forehead multiple times - that with your loud squeaking effectively roused him from his deep slumber. Groaning, he rubbed the sleep off his eyes before leaving his room to wash himself up. You respectfully turned away when he returned with just a towel around his waist, which puzzled him slightly. Once he was dressed, he beckoned to you and promptly left his house to head to the library in the Akademiya.

On the way there, you noticed the papers in his grasp and flew lower before nudging his hand with an inquisitive squeak. Al-Haitham glanced down at you.

"That's the draft of my new research paper. It was what kept me up last night," he said, "We're going to the library because I need more references. Make sure to behave."

You could sense the stress in his voice, and his tense expression reminded you of the many nights where you'd lose your mind over writing your reports and theses.

'Fighting, Haitham. I feel you,' you thought.

The moment you both arrived at the library, Al-Haitham disappeared between the bookshelves to hunt for the references that he needed. You naturally followed him, curious about the Akademiya's literature collection. He emerged from the forest of books a few minutes later with a small pile tucked in the inside bend of his elbow and your bored self deflated on top of his head. The scholars in the library couldn't help but notice Al-Haitham's mini seelie companion, and one look from him was all it took to make them avert their gazes.

When he sat down at a table to start reading, you tried reading with him. Some of Teyvat's letters are similar to the English alphabet but you still couldn't make heads or tails of the text. As you moved to settle next to the book in his hands, Al-Haitham noticed you attempting to understand his reading material, and he arched an eyebrow at this.

"You seem to understand human speech, so you must possess a certain degree of intelligence. Are you able to read as well?" he inquired, and you moved your round body from side to side to wordlessly say no. "Hmm. I see." Al-Haitham stared at you for a few seconds before asking, "Do you want to learn how to read? I can take a break right now and teach you."

'Finally! I'll no longer be illiterate in this world!'

You perked up at his offer, and he took the way you burst out with joyful squeaky noises as a yes. Before he could do anything, you tugged his index finger and moved it to point at the window. Al-Haitham's eyes widened by a fraction. "You want to go outside?"

'You need a change of scenery, mister! Get some fresh air to destress,' you thought.

As if he could read your thoughts, he quietly stood up from his seat and said, "I suppose a change of scenery is needed."

After checking out the books he had taken off the shelves, he exited from the library with you perched on his right shoulder. You squeaked excitedly as you slightly bounced on the spot, eliciting a minuscule smile from him. Raising a hand from his side, he gently stroked you with the back of his index finger.

Even though Al-Haitham doesn't express himself often, he's glad that you're here to put his mind at ease.

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[gurugirl]

I miss the priest and his pet!!

What about if we get to kind of see a continuation of where she was sitting on his lap with him inside her while he was getting his homily ready at the end of part 3??? Because that was hot and I want to know where that went. There’s no way they didn’t have hot seggggs after he was done.

Summary: Harry lets you sit in his lap while he finishes his homily. But you continue being a brat so he has to take further measures to get you in line.

A/N: Thank you for this request! Loved writing this one - though it's been in my drafts for months! Enjoy babe! 4k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut, bondage, overstimulation, cage play, dom/sub dynamic

Priest!harry Masterlist

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Excerpt from Ch. 3 of Forgive Me, Father (read for refresher)

“You’re naughty today. You were given a lot of attention already this morning pet. You know the rules. But let’s try something else now. Climb up into my lap and sit over me. But you have to stay still, otherwise, I’m going to tie you up and put you in your cage where you’ll stay until I’m done.”

Harry helped her stand up and she sat over his lap, facing him. Harry held onto the base of his cock as Y/n angled herself to slip down over him. She watched his face as she slowly encased him and Harry was barely holding it together. He pulled her into his chest and she tucked her face into his neck so he could see his work as he scooted back up to the desk and picked up where he left off once Y/n had coated him with herself fully. The tiny squeezes and clenches felt good around Harry’s big dick, but he remained calculated as he read the scripture he was using for inspiration for the homily he was preparing for Sunday mass.

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Y/n was a very good girl for nearly ten minutes. Harry was impressed. His pet had been a bit of a brat all day but it seemed all she needed was just to be close to Harry. He'd let her sit with him as long as she kept still.

Her warm breath was humid against Harry's neck and he could feel her breathing in soft puffs. Her naked body sat against his clothed one as she gently shifted over him.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment to call on a higher power to control himself. The girl was warm and wet and her walls were clenching around him each time she tilted her hips.

Harry was prepping for his Sunday homily. It was a Friday and it was important for him to have it ready that evening so he could go over it again the following night to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

He scribbled a note in the margin of his Bible and then jotted down a verse in his notebook when he noticed his pet shifting back and forth very very slightly. The tiny tick of her hips and the way her pelvis tilted and she squeezed around him was delicious but he needed to finish before they could really get to playing.

"Little girl," he said in a tone of warning, "what did I tell you?"

Shifting back a little so she could look up at him she rounded her eyes sweetly and batted her lashes, "Sorry, Father. I'll stay still."

"Not what I asked you. What did I tell you was going to happen if you didn't stay still?"

She bit her lip and let her eyes wander to the side of the room before slowly bringing her faux innocent gaze back to Harry, "You said you would tie me up and put me in my cage."

Harry hummed, "That's right. If you do that again I will have you sitting in your cage away from me until I'm done. If you're a good girl for me, you can sit here in my lap and you'll get to feel me inside of you the whole time. And when I’m done, then we'll play."

Y/n nodded. Her soft bottom lip bit into her mouth.

Harry pulled her into his chest as he turned his attention back to his homily. Y/n sighed and he could feel her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. But she was being good keeping still and not moving over him. For a few more minutes.

Harry's focus was already interrupted by having her in his lap as her soft and wet pussy kept his cock nice and warm. But when he noticed her breath pick up and he felt the way she was gently pulsing herself around him he sat his pencil down and she moaned at the small movement he made and then rocked down over him once. And then twice. A third time.

"You're a brat today. So you'll get the punishment a brat deserves," he spoke and he moved her off of him and stood up, grabbing her by her ponytail and leading her to the bedroom.

"Father! Please! I need you! Please!!" She squealed as he opened up the cage.

She put her hands onto his forearms and he let go of her hair, "Get in."

Immediately she fell to her knees and grasped onto the fabric of his trousers just under his knees, "No. Please! I just... I need you so bad today. Father," she pressed the top of her head into the space between his knees before slowly craning her head back to look up at him, blinking her eyes with her lips set in a pout, "please."

Harry stood tall and unmoving. He wasn't buying her act. She loved all his attention on her when they were home alone together. It wasn't the first time she'd interrupted his studying because she was too needy. Sometimes he'd give in but the more he gave in, the more she did things like this, thinking she could possibly persuade her dominant to let her have her way.

She needed to learn her lesson. He couldn't leave another homily prep until the last minute. He hated to rush. Hated to feel like he wasn't prepared. He'd allowed it too many times, secretly enjoying the way she needed him and begged for his attention.

"In the cage."

Y/n let go of his pants and put her hands in her lap as she looked down. She wasn't moving.

"Do as you’re told like a good girl."

No answer. Just a huff.

Harry sighed and shook his head as he went to the dresser and removed the red cotton bondage rope.

Kneeling behind her he pulled at her arms and drew her wrists behind her back and began winding the restraints together upward toward her elbows until the fit was snug and she would be unable to get out but not so tight that her circulation was cut off.

As he stood, he pulled her with him, grasping the back of her arm, and brought her into the cage, where he had her sit on her pillow, moving her legs to the side and began to wrap more rope around her ankles.

She didn't say a word as she kept her head down.

"There," the priest spoke when he'd finished tying her up as he stood to close the door.

"Please don't go,” she spoke with her face still downcast.

Harry latched the door closed and paused, "Look at me, pet. Right now."

She turned her head and tilted her neck back so she could look up at him.

"Are you okay?"

She sat for a moment as she blinked her eyes. She just wanted his attention. She hated when he was so focused on something else.

"Please will you give me one more chance? I'll be good this time."

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I have to get my work done. You are making it impossible. Last week you pulled something like this and I had to rush through finishing my homily last minute,” he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and tried to keep a grin from breaking out onto his face (because she was so cute and he actually enjoyed this kind of play with her), “You’re naughty. Stay in here until I’m done. And I don’t want to hear a peep from you either or I’ll have to gag you.”

He took the skeleton key from his pocket and placed it into the lock, twisting it and securing the door. Harry looked back over his pet to make sure she was okay. As much as seeing her in the cage with her hands and ankles tied gave him a tinge of excitement, power he always wanted her to be okay.

When Harry left the bedroom he closed the door behind him and she whined quietly. She knew she deserved this. And he might not fall for it anymore. Last week she really made a scene. She was a brat, interrupting his work repeatedly. He spanked her. She resisted. So he put her in her cage (but made the mistake of not locking it because she promised to be good) but she got out and crawled to him begging for his attention. He put her back in the cage, tied her arms above her head, and gagged her. And by the time he sat back down he was fully distracted, turned on, and too much time had gone by to get his mind back into his work. So he didn’t finish his homily that night. Rather, he listened to her muted whines and grunts from his work desk and planned out a more appropriate punishment for her.

And now, a week later, here they were again. He loved to play with her. He enjoyed their dynamic but she had been quite a lot brattier over the more recent weeks. So he was being made to stay on his toes with her. It was fun. He actually liked this. But he truly did have a homily to finish.

She was tempted to call for him. Or whimper loudly so he could hear it. But she decided against it. She didn’t know what had gotten into her exactly. She just liked having his attention on her. Liked it even if was in the form of punishment (but of course she liked punishment and spikes of pain that led to an overflow of oxytocin afterward).

She shifted on the pillow, trying to keep herself in a comfortable position, sitting on her bottom and bending her knees into her chest. She used her feet to push herself back against the cage to lean onto the cool metal, her arms behind her digging into the bars. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. She’d try to be a good girl for her priest. Y/n knew getting his homily finished was important to him.

With every line Harry wrote and each passage he read and contemplated, he couldn’t get over how quiet she was being. Why was he now unable to stop wondering what she was doing (which was obviously nothing because he’d tied her up and locked her in her cage) when he’d finally gotten her to be quiet and could focus on his work?

He groaned and closed his eyes. It had only been about a half hour and he had made some ground in preparation for Sunday, but he didn’t get as far as he wanted. He hoped to be mostly done at the half-hour mark but he was far from it. In fact, at the pace he was going it would take two hours to have everything prepped.

Looking toward the bedroom door he had an idea. It would make for a long night but in the end, they’d both get what they wanted and he could clear his mind to focus on the task at hand when he was done with her.

She popped her eyes open when Harry stepped into the bedroom, “Father! Are you done?”

Harry unlocked the cage door and grasped her underarm to help her scoot out of the metal enclosure and he lifted her up to bring her to the bed, “Not yet. But I’ve decided to show you mercy.”

The truth was that he was just as needy. His cock was still half-hard in his pants the whole time he’d been studying and so he was really the one that needed mercy if he were to tell her the whole truth. He needed his urges soothed.

Lying on her side she stretched her neck to see what he was doing behind her but he was across the room and she was unable to get him in view.

“Need to calm you down. Make you feel all soft and pliable so I can get my work done finally.”

Y/n grinned to herself. She knew the truth. She’d been good and quiet for a while but he couldn’t stop thinking about her and now he was the one that needed to calm down so he could concentrate. She’d done her job then.

When she felt the bed dip and Harry grab her wrists, he pushed at her to lie face down into the mattress. He lifted her ankles up, pushing them close to her wrists behind her back, and began tying another rope in between to attach her ankles and her wrists.  

He tugged at the braided material when he was done and grunted. She felt the mattress shift and she turned her head to look at her priest but he swatted her bottom with the leather paddle and she squealed, “Face down.”

She could hear him removing his clothes. She loved to look at his body and ogle him. He was fit and muscular. And he was strong. He always handled her as if she weighed nothing and she knew it was because he was in such good shape. But she took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she kept her face into the comforter below, using her sense of hearing to determine what was happening next.

Harry kneed up behind her and nudged her thighs apart so he could have access to her. Smoothing his hands over the outside of her thighs and up to her hips he pulled at her and lifted slightly before she felt his fingers spreading her cheeks apart.

She was vulnerable tied up this way. She couldn’t move much. She was able to open her thighs up and twist to her side but that was about it.

Suddenly Harry’s fingers were in her ponytail and he pulled her head up with one hand as he stuffed the gag ball into her mouth with the other. He buckled the gag in place and released her hair so her face fall back into the mattress. But with the gag, it was far less comfortable. She’d deal with it, though. She’d had worse.

“Was this what you wanted?” Harry spoke in a deep voice. Dominant and dark.

She moaned as a response and the priest laughed, “Oh. My sincerest apologies. You can’t talk right now, can you? Well, I guess that’s a good thing since you’ve been trying my patience for most of the day. I’m gonna fuck you and make myself come. I don’t care if you come at all,” his words were tight as he pushed his thumb into her labia, already wet for him. He actually did care if she came. In fact, the intention was to make her come until she couldn’t take it anymore. And since Harry knew just how to do it and make it happen fast, he was going to torture her with overstimulation until he finally came himself.

A stinging smack against the side of her bum with the paddle caused her to groan but the next smack had her eyes watering. The third rendered her silent as drool pooled onto the blanket below her mouth where she was gagged.

When he’d gotten her nice and red, and the skin was raised and hot to his touch he chuckled at how quiet she’d gotten. But the glistening from her pussy was the giveaway indicating how much she enjoyed it. She loved being spanked. He loved spanking her.

Suddenly she was being pulled at again, her hips brought up another few inches when suddenly she felt the cool silicone of one of the vibrators enter her pussy. Harry pushed it in slowly but she was fully aroused and ready for it. He brought it into her until it was secured and the front tip of the silicone that laid against her clit was in place. She knew this vibrator. This was the one that had her coming fast because of the way it vibrated against her clit and curled into that yummy spot on the inside. He turned it on and cooed at her when she moaned around the gag, “S’good isn’t it pet? This’ll have you nice and subdued for me while I come in your ass.”

She was already shaking and her heart was racing by the time Harry had prepped her bum for his cock, adding lube and fingering her open.

Harry could hear the way she was moaning and breathing through her nose heavily. He’d have her nice and worn out for him by the time he was done.

Filling her bum slowly she suddenly stiffened and her muffled moans were louder, “Aww, poor baby. Did you need to come? You can if you need to.”

As he continued to prod into her he could feel her clenching around him and he held the vibrator back in place as the way she was squeezing and pulsing nearly had the toy being pushed out, “Ah ah ah… this stays in.”

She wasn’t in any mind to understand what he was saying as she had her first orgasm, letting the electricity heat up her core as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. When she began to come down she squealed as the vibrator was buzzing against her sensitive clit. She tried to cry out around the gag but the noise was muffled and her drool only increased. Her chin and cheeks were drenched. But now she was feeling his cock too. He was slipping himself in and out, pressing into her deeply and moaning above her as her pussy was still being stimulated.

Harry kept his hand on the vibrator as he fucked her. The vibrations filling her insides and tapping into his cock the entire time. It felt good. Harry loved fucking her when she had the vibrator in.

“Your bottom is all red but your pussy is dripping pet. You’re so needy today. You were even taken care of this morning and yet here you are on the cusp of coming a second time in less than five minutes.”

Harry smirked as he eyes the scene below. Her ankles and wrists tied together behind her back, her sore bottom needing a bit of soothing (which he’d get to later), her pussy packed with the vibrator and the little nub at the end dancing over the hood of her clit, shiny with arousal, and his favorite thing to see; the way his cock filled her bottom and how she opened up wide for him.

Each time Harry’s hips met her ass she was shoved forward slightly. He was inside of her deeply, moving in and out, making her brain turn to mush when suddenly she was hit with another wave of ecstasy. She gurgled and clenched hard around the toy and her lover’s cock as he continued pounding into her.

Harry closed his eyes and groaned. He needed to last as long as possible, which he knew wouldn’t be long with how worked up he’d been and good she felt around him at that moment.

Her shaky limbs were stunted by the rope as he fucked into her fluttering muscle.

“Fuck…” he let out a curse. His own hips stuttered as he struggled to keep it together. But part of her punishment would be to come a couple more times. He knew he could hold out.

She whined and arched her back at the excess of sensations. Her clit was revolting, her pussy was clasping and leaking, her ass was getting stuffed so hard it ached.

Harry buried himself into her and paused for a moment, the little toy buzzing and making him moan. He had to still himself for a moment before he came as his balls were already tightening and preparing for his orgasm.

But the way his orgasm continued to slowly build he knew he had to pull out. The vibrations alone would make him come. He slipped himself out and panted as he held the vibrator inside of her and used his other hand to hold the rope to keep her position for him.

She was making soft little whimpers and her hips were gently swaying as she was trying to fight the hyperstimulation. But she was powerless against it. Because she began to come again for the third time. Harry choked out a moan and watched as her body convulsed and her neck tightened, causing her head to lift upward. Her tensed muscles had her constricted limbs jerking in compact little movements.

When she had come down from her orgasm and began to wiggle away from the vibrator (which was impossible as he kept it in place with his hand) he finally dipped himself back in and gasped. His cock twitched and the sensation was delicious.

“Gonna come again, pet? Bet this will teach you to behave, won’t it?” His words were panted as he languidly pushed and pulled himself into and out of her tight hole. His thick cock was being squeezed and petted by her insides as he sunk into her repeatedly.

He watched her closely as he clenched his jaw holding back his orgasm. He wanted her to come once more before he poured into her.

And it came quickly. When her body tensed again and her soft muted moans grew louder around the gag he began to pump himself into her harder and faster as his release finally took over.

She jerked around him as she came and he pushed into her until his come was filling her. He stopped his hips as he spurted warm sperm from his tip inside her but her body was trembling and lurching.

It was so much. So much. She thought she would simply cease to exist. Her body didn’t feel real. Her insides were melted by his cock and the vibrations from the toy. It seemed as if she didn’t exist as a human, but only a thing that kept coming involuntarily and was being used as a holding vessel for her priest.

When Harry clicked the toy off she felt her heart beating again but her mind was elsewhere. Her body floating in the clouds above.  

The priest pulled his cock out and watched as his come dripped from her ass. He’d leave her lying on her side, filled with his come, tied, and gagged as she came down while he finished his homily.

Now he was ready to get his work done. His mind was cleared, his body relaxed. And afterward, he’d untie his sweet girl and kiss her all over, put her in a warm bath, and speak softly to her as he brought her back.

He kissed her temple as he gently laid her on her side, “Stay here and relax. I’ll be back for you, pet.”

She was in a dream state with her eyes closed and her body like jello so she didn’t even notice when he finally returned and his warm hands deftly untied her until her arms and legs were free and the gag was removed. He kissed her wrists and her ankles and her bottom before placing her in a tepid bath. He held her to his chest and whispered to her.

“Such a good girl. I love you, pet. My little sweet submissive. I’m right here when you’re ready.”

She could hear him. His words and his voice but to unscramble the sentence and make any sense of it was difficult at first.

He rubbed his hands up and down her arms and squeezed every now and then to switch up the sensation and bring her back as he continued speaking into her ear, “Tomorrow we’ll have a movie night. Whatever you want to watch,” he chuckled when he felt her move and she groaned lightly, “How does that sound?”

Harry stayed with her and coaxed her back slowly with soft coos and touches, damp presses of his lips on her neck and cheek.

They’d both gotten what they wanted. Harry finished prepping his homily and Y/n had gotten his attention. He adored having her so soft and gooey after she came so many times and her body was limp, but he loved it even more each time she began to come back to him, her doe eyes blinking and soft sighs falling from her mouth.

Helping her dry off and steadying her as he brought her to the couch with a big blanket he tucked her in and brought her a warm tea with honey to share.

“Father?” Her first real words to speak since he’d had her gagged.

He looked at her as he secured her red leather collar back to her neck (which he’d removed before the bath) and her eyes were on his, “Yes, pet.”

“I’m hungry too.”

Harry smiled and took the mug from her hands and placed it on the coffee table.

“You know what? So am I. I’ll make us some cucumber tomato sandwiches with that cheese you like. Does that sound good?”

She nodded and hummed, “Yes, Father. Thank you.”

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hey! If possible, could you write doppio dropscythe x reader dating headcanons? Maybe the reader is also a vtuber in nijisanji rn, but it’s a secret from the internet?

i had this draft since the cheftective era and haven’t touched it in a few months, i’m not so sure why, especially since it was almost done... if it seems dated then that's why. thank you for your patience anon, i loved writing for doppio! he's very difficult but very fun!

tags: established relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader, lore compliant, reader is a vtuber, reader is an xsoleil student, secret relationship/getting caught, pet names

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🐣 Doppio Dropscythe

It's funny, because at a first glance, Doppio seems like the type of guy that takes what he wants. He's never shied away from who he is and wears his heart on his sleeve; one of the many reasons you fell for him.

But he doesn't. You collab often with him and you can tell there's something unsaid between you two, or something more underneath the surface-level entertainment. Something that goes beyond the audience's heads.

It's not quite a certainty but you're convinced you need to do something. It's just that as streamers, especially streamers that work under a corporation, you want to know exactly what to do.

You end up talking to Ver for advice. As the President of Xsoleil, he's a good listener, especially since you know how close he and Doppio are. He wouldn't dare judge you when his friend's own feelings are on the line as well as yours.

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You enter the Xsoleil student council office. As expected, Ver swivels around in a big leather office chair that makes him look more imposing than his dorky-sweet-tooth personality ever could. "Reader, it's good to see you. I liked your stream last Friday. How can I help you?"

"Nothing business. I'm here to ask about Doppio."

At the mention of his name Ver leans back in his chair, and you tense. You explain yourself: how lucky you are to work with him, how wonderful of a man he is, and how much you care about him. It spills out of you like water in a strainer. You've kept your feelings bottled up for so long, and Ver has such an accepting energy that makes you want to uncover everything you've been hiding. After all, if anyone could give you approval and advice on your feelings about Doppio, it would be the president himself.

By the time you finish, however, he seems far less surprised than you expected. "You should tell him."

"But what if-"

"Just do it." He presses his fingers between his eyes like he's alleviating a headache. "Trust me on this one. Please. Hopefully if you do so within the next week, Meloco's earnings from the betting pool will go back into our funding."

Somehow, that doesn't surprise you, and you're too happy they approve to get frustrated. You request Ver's blessing. He obliges. "Not that you need it. We're just happy there's someone out there for him." Ver's eyes glint. "Treat him right. If you don't, I'll be very disappointed. And Kotoka will start a smear campaign on Instagram."

"Duly noted, Kaichou."

"And he'd be sad."

"Can you trust me too?" You ask. Ver nods. "That's the last thing I want to do. If we're going to do this, I want to make sure I give him everything he deserves."

"Good answer." He smiles, like everything's fallen into place. "I meant what I said, you didn't need my blessing, but you definitely have it now."

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When you finally muster up the courage to ask Doppio out, it's like he forgets to talk. In fact, he does. He sputters out happy noises that don't even make up sentences for a solid minute before he remembers how to say "yes."

Doppio makes a lot of noises even when he does know how to talk, and it might be one of the most endearing things about him. You've lovingly started calling them Doppi-noises simply because no one reacts quite like how Doppi reacts. He’s so silly and there isn’t a single word in the English language to describe how silly he is.

He even talks to inanimate objects sometimes when he's alone. It's not much different from how he talks in front of others, but his voice is lower and gentler, and when he realizes you could hear him thank his oven for preheating and the mixing bowls for not spilling ingredients, he spouts out a flustered Doppi-noise with averted eyes and red along his face.

Hanging out with your boyfriend is never boring. He brings so much energy wherever he goes that anything becomes a story, including seemingly mundane things like studying.

Whenever you go grocery shopping he somehow always remembers that one thing you mentioned a few days ago that you wanted to buy but didn't put on the list, and buys it with his own money to give to you, but he doesn't remember to get his own stuff sometimes??

The amount of times Doppio bought you a snack or found a good deal on a candy you've been craving, but forgot to buy hand soap... he usually runs by himself to the store, grabs whatever he forgot, and then comes back to your door nearly out of breath.

Doppio always makes you laugh. He's so goofy when he tries to be, and so earnest when he's serious that his charm is never lost on you. He likes to make you smile.

On the days when your lives as Xsoleil students and streamers get too busy to pay attention to one another, you tend to watch his VODs while you work, and you can pretend like it's just another domestic day where you both tend to your own chores while still enjoying shared company.

You take a fifteen-minute break to reset your brain from working so hard, and you hear Doppio on stream offhandedly mention something with a giggle, and you cackle when you realize it's an inside joke you both share. Then you notice no one in chat even pays attention to what he just said, and you laugh out loud even more. Even when you're apart, he's still thinking about you. He's loyal to a fault.

To this day Doppio still tweets his nonsensical ramblings. But sometimes you reply to them like you understand exactly what he's trying to say! You roll with his humor so well and so quickly after he tweets sometimes, that not only are your fans totally surprised you can comprehend him, but some of your other coworkers in Nijisanji have to ask you to translate what he's saying.

Confession incoming: most of the time you don't understand entirely. But when he checks Twitter and notices the reply from you, his face lights up, and rolling with it makes him bright as a sunbeam. To be fair, you get a lot of his jokes that no one else does. You know how to quip with him and he appreciates it a lot.

Doppio's energy is always infectious, but only so intense when he wants to be. He's always uniquely himself, but he can chill out, and he appreciates when he can. The D in Doppio Dropscythe stands for Downtime!

The whole chuuni thing isn't an act—that's just how he is—but sometimes it's nice when he doesn't need to constantly proclaim his position as the Duke of Discipline. Sometimes it's nice to know he can come home to his Devoted that already knows he's the greatest cheftective out there no matter what he does.

By the way, when you're alone by yourselves, he calls you his Devoted. You think it's so dramatic for the little moments and he thinks it's a bit embarrassing, but neither of you have figured out another word for "lover" that starts with a D, so, Devoted it is.

(Meanwhile you call him Doppippi. Not so chuuni, and you don’t call him that regularly—too mushy—but you swear his face gets a little more colorful whenever you call him by that name.)

It nearly drives you insane how cute Doppio can be. Here he is, one of the tallest and fittest people you know, with piercings and eyeliner and messy hair, and pointed eyes that scream punk rock energy—but he coos at any animal he sees and sticks out his tongue a little whenever he's concentrating on a game, and he turns pink as your hand brushes against the inside of his wrist.

But at the same time, he's still such a badass that you can't resist him. He likes to mess around and tease you, and he knows how to use his appeal to his advantage. It’s no secret he has a sadistic streak, either.

It’s the best of both worlds. He’s so hardcore that it makes the gap moe even more effective when he decides to be cute, and when he's soft and silly it just serves as even harder whiplash when he acts cool.

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You entered Doppio's streaming room with a glass of water and a light snack, and exchanged a few words while Doppio was typing out a before-stream message on his waiting screen.

So how did you get here, a finger wired under his collar to bring him closer, his hands eager as they clutch around the shirt on your back?

You kiss him, hungry and stupid, drawn to his magnetism. His teeth are pointed. They leave imprints on your tempted mouth, dragging magma over your thoughts, the blind come-ons that dusted over what makes sense. The stream should be starting soon but you can’t find it in yourself to resist.

Steam rises where Doppio hangs his tongue along yours, and so do his hands, large palms rubbing up your back and fingers on your shoulders. You’ve learned that he purrs when pleased; a soft, soothed groan pours from the corners of curved lips. Like an engine muffled by your connection.

You readjust, parting just enough to speak, though your words bounce back into his mouth. “You should prepare for the stream.”

“Done.” He holds you along your neck next, ready to go another round.

“Your Scythekicks are going to get lonely.”

“But I don’t wanna stop kissing you.”

“I don’t want to either,” you say. “I mean, you can always delay by fifteen.”

“I’ll send the message in chat, ‘kay?”

Even though the keyboard is just inches away, Doppio still brings you in with a loose arm around your shoulder and neck. Your forehead presses up to his cheek, not quite a hug but just as casually intimate. He removes his arm when he places a quick smooch to your temple.

By now all of Xsoleil’s vtuber talents are pros at sending delay messages and Doppio is no exception. The keys clack along in a steady cadence, until the tapping patters out, slowly and surely, with gaps of space between every keystroke.

It’s comedic like everything Doppio does whether he knows it or not. One final key sounds out before your boyfriend folds his hands over his mouth, and lets out a tiny “Huh?”

He stares at the screen. It’s strange to see him this motionless. You’re not too concerned, until you watch his head sink into his hands. “Er, Doppippi? You alright?”

Doppio buries his head a little bit further. It muffles him as he softly chants. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“What’s the matter?”

“No no no no no no no no noooo.”

"Did something happen?" You pat his head comfortingly, before looking back up at the screen, where he was typing into chat. "It usually isn't this difficult for you to send a message..."

Metamrph: HELLO??

sola: TSKR

🐣 AikosVoid: READER AND DOPPIO

AKENJIV: no way taht jsut happened imgcrying

eurelin mystic: SHIP CONFIRMED 💖💖💖

rin: WHAT DID I MISS IM LATE

~tiaramiisu~: should i give u kids some privacy lol

in-d4krness: READER HAS MAIDENS

"...Ah."

Doppio groans. You wish you could groan too, but your throat goes too dry to make a sound. The floor can't swallow you up fast enough.

"Um, I, uhhh," you say eloquently. "S-surprise?"

You've never seen the chat go this fast for so long. You can barely read individual messages before they speed away to make room for new ones.

messXed-up!: CLIPPERS GET YOUR CAMERAS

kierri: doppippi is such a cute pet name help

AKENJIV: this is crazy

sola: AAAAAAA

lunasmortas: CONGRATS 💜💜💜

A normal broom: are reader and pio dating???

You nearly choke on your spit despite the moisture leaving your mouth. "Dating?"

By now, Doppio flopped down in his chair so much that he's flat against the desk. Even though embarrassment crawls down your back, your hand rubs his head and shoulders as reassurance while you continue. "Maybe we should've announced that we were dating sooner."

At that Doppio launches straight up in his seat like a bamboo shoot. "Yeah, but I wanted to do a special stream for it, and take viewers' questions and give bad love advice and have a column name like Doppi's Dreamy Passionland and then announce that we're together at the end!" His eyes squeeze shut as he spits out his thoughts, pink washing over his cheeks the more he talks. "But-but-but what's the point of the Scythekicks knowing I have rizz if they can tell I'm not a whiz?"

You know the blood is rushing to your head too, but even now, your shoulders raise as you giggle. "You know our fans would be supportive whether you had a stream or not."

"But the contenttttt," he whines. He blinks to life with a pout and puppyish eyes, a sign that he's being dramatic for the sake of being dramatic. There's no hiding the fact that you're both mortified, but at least you know just as well as he does that he'll bounce back.

"Content later, whatever this is, now." You sheepishly look back at the screen. "Um, thanks for coming, everyone. How about, uh, Doppio and I take a thirty minute delay and we'll get back to you if the stream is still on the agenda."

You don't wait for any answers before you finish Doppio's half-written delay message, pin it to chat, and make triple-sure that the mic is muted this time.

Doppio rests his cheek on his palm, squishing his blush. "I could've done the stream, you know."

"Okay, but do you really want to after that fiasco?"

He averts his eyes, then relinquishes. "...Touché."

"Thought so," you say. "So what do you want to do now?"

"Nothing." Doppio slumps over and places his head on your shoulder, too exhausted to wrap his arms around you even though he leans into the fabric of your shirt and the body heat underneath it. "Let's just not do nothing."

So you take the initiative instead, and hold him properly, letting him sink like a weighted blanket. "You know, that was embarrassing, but if I can say? I'm glad they know we're an item."

He rests in the crook of your neck, letting you envelop him while tired hands lay on your back. "About time they figure out I'm yours." Your scent fills his nose and warms his blush, and even though he thought he was at his weakest on stream, he still finds his reservations breaking down as you let him be vulnerable, just for this moment. "But can't you be mine? Just for now."

You hug him tighter. "Always."

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[littlejuicebox]

Hello Gina! Been loving your stories a lot specially Astarion talks in his sleep and My Sun, My Moon 1&2! which is why I wanna try if you can do a one shot of their 1st anniversary of marriage! 🤭 just wondering how it was for them, usually they say the 1st year is the toughest one but i wanna see how you see it 🤭 Many thanks!! i look forward to more stories!

Hello, my friend! <3

I really love this prompt! Marriage is hard and Astarion has his quirks that would def make him frustrating to Tav! Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows.

I took this in a slightly different direction, it's a reflection on their first major argument! Hope you like it. <3

Warnings/Tags: not edited or beta read / In-game spoilers, fluff/angst w comfort / married people having an argument / this follows my HC fics for redemption Astarion x Tav but I'm pretty sure it can be read as a OneShot

Word Count: 1.7K

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Astarion cannot concentrate on the blasted contract in front of him any longer. The delivery should have been here by now.

He only had a few hours before you returned from the Upper City and his entire plan for your first anniversary would be shot if the florists didn’t hurry the hells up.

“You said they would arrive by midday and now it’s nearly teatime, Pascal!” Astarion snaps at his steward, a middle-aged human with wide set eyes and a scar running horizontally along his nose bridge.

Pascal sits on the far end of Astarion’s office, reviewing a ledger. He slowly raises his eyes from the document to meet the petulant visage of his employer.

“That is what the florist told me, my Lord. But it is quite a large order. Fifty night-blooming plants and shrubs would likely take several carts, sir. It’s certainly possible they’ve run into delays along the way.” Pascal responds, his voice gentle but unbothered, as if he’s grown used to placating the moods of the vampire over the past year.

Astarion simply huffs in response, “We did not pay a premium for those ingrates to simply—“

He stops as his highly acute hearing catches the sound of wheels turning along the manor’s pebbled drive. By the raucous sound of it, there are several wagons making their way towards the home's entrance.

“Pascal, they're here. I will go greet them; round up the other servants and have them stop what they’re doing immediately. We will need all hands to make up for lost time.” Astarion says as he tosses the contract he’d been reviewing, leaving it with a large stack of papers scattered across his desk.

Several of those papers had the remnants of ink splotches and blood splatters from an hours-long drafting session he’d done on a business proposal the day prior. The goblet he'd been drinking from yesterday, dirtied with now-dried blood, sits haphazardly in the corner of the desk.

Astarion struggled to contain his natural propensity toward sloppiness. His mind often worked far too quickly for him to slow down and pay attention to trivial things like bloodstains and spilled ink.

However, after multiple gentle chastisements and one angry explosion from you, he’d managed to curb his disorganization to his office, which you accepted. The argument you two had, prior to coming to this arrangement, had truly terrified him.

The pale elf makes sure to grab the goblet and place it out in the foyer for the maid to grab; she had never been allowed to enter the master bedchambers or his office, for privacy. You two were responsible for keeping those areas tidy. Astarion did... almost nothing to his office, while you kept everything pristine in the bedroom.

Except for that one time before the argument. His mind wanders as he exits the office, reflecting on the memory that keeps him cleaning up his goblets.

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He could tell by your voice alone that you were angry. Furious, in fact. The sound ripped him away from the contractor agreement he'd been reviewing.

“Astarion! How many times do I have to ask you to not leave cups of blood in the bedchambers!” Your voice came booming down the hallway before you burst into the office, causing the door to slam into the wall with a loud thud. His eyes caught sight of the angry red splotches on your face, and then trailed down to your wedding dress, clutched in your shaking hand.

There was a large, crimson bloodstain smattered along the train. He almost fainted at the sight.

So many hours of his own work. Drenched in blood.

“I’d laid this out for the servants to frame today, and Scratch ran into the bedroom and knocked the goblet of blood — that you left there, completely full, by the way — off your nightstand and onto the dress!” You were waving the grown vehemently as you spoke, voice cracking toward the end.

Oh, his little love was infuriated. His gut sank at the thought.

The anger in your voice sounded entirely foreign, it was rare for you to speak in such a manner to anyone. But towards him? Never. You always spoke to him in soft, adoring tones and little whispers. The only time you truly raised your voice had been in bed, and he rather liked it then.

But this? He did not like this one bit. It made his undead heart thrum with anxiety.

“My love, I—“ He begins, his voice honeyed and smooth in the usual tone he used to appease you, but you cut him off.

“I’m sick of your excuses and your words, Astarion! I’m sick of cleaning up after you! I have asked you more than once to not bring blood into the bedroom and you've deliberately ignored me. And the one time I don’t remove the damned goblet from the bedchamber look what happened! I can’t keep—“

You were crying by then. Large, angry tears rolling in streams down your face as you swiped angrily at your eyes. That dress, and the hours of work he'd put into it, had been a testimony of his love to you. His actions had made your heart soar; seeing the gown ruined caused your heart to break entirely.

And Astarion's heart almost broke at the sight of his little love so distraught, but he had no words nor actions to soothe you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath; he watched as the patches of red faded from your cheeks. When you opened them, the sight scared him and when you spoke, he was terrified.

Your face was blank, unreadable. Your tone was resigned. In that moment, in the absence of any discernible emotion, he felt certain you were going to leave him.

Eight months into a marriage and he was already failing; he knew he hadn't been cut out for this.

“I am very patient with you, Astarion. We both knew this wouldn’t be easy… with well, everything. Your condition, navigating my newfound fame, easing back into normalcy when we both have our baggage... but I chose this. I chose you. I choose you every day. Over and over. A hundred times a day."

You paused, and your eyes flicked between his, searching for something.

“I just wish I felt like you were still choosing me, too.”

And then you were gone. You left the dress crumpled on the floor as you turned and walked away.

As he moved from his desk to pick the garment up from the ground, he heard you call for Scratch and exit the front door. The sun was out, he couldn't follow you. And even if he did, there would be nothing he could say to placate you. He needed to give you time and space and wait for you to come to him; it was something he’d learned over the past eight months. Although he hated it.

So, he stayed in his office, trying to work, and failing at that, too.

After a few more hours, it was time to head to bed. When he entered your shared bedroom, he realized the goblet you'd spoken about had splattered over the sheets and onto the carpet, as well. He removed the goblet from the bedroom and placed it in the foyer; and then he changed the sheets, which you usually did. He waited for you to come to bed, but you never showed. Hadn’t he given you enough time by now?

Eventually he traveled to the guest chambers, certain you must be there sulking, and when he attempted to enter the room, the door was locked. He knocked tentatively on the door.

"Tav, darling--"

"No. And don't you dare pick the lock, Astarion."

"Tav, my sweet, please--"

"Please, Astarion. Please just leave me alone."

He wanted to pick the lock. Wanted to break down the door. Wanted to hold you in his arms and whisper apologies in your ear until you forgave him. But you always told him that his actions spoke louder than his words; honeyed lamentations would not work on you. Another thing he’d learned this past eight months.

And then he thought of the dress, which he'd left draped across the sofa in his office.

While you slept, Astarion set to work. He could have outsourced the task, sure... but truthfully, he did not trust anyone else with the fine detailing work he had spent several hours doing with his own hands. He'd created the masterpiece himself, after all, so perhaps it was best he restores it himself.

He worked gently, and for several hours, scrubbing the blood out of the fine fabric. His time with Cazador had taught him many things, and unfortunately a skill he used more often than he liked happened to be removing bloodstains from nearly any fabric.

By the time the gown was restored, his hands were raw from hours immersed in the harsh combination of soaps, chemicals, and water. It was past noon when he finished; you had certainly risen by now, but you hadn't come looking for him.

Astarion asked Pascal to place the gown in the sunroom to dry and then resigned himself to his office, back to reviewing contracts.

It was several hours later when you knocked on the office door, eyes downcast and face remorseful.

He didn't say anything, he just simply opened his arms and you crossed into the office before folding yourself in his lap. A few moments of quiet passed between you.

"I saw what you did to the dress. It must have taken hours... thank you." You finally whispered as your face nestled into the side of his neck. Your hot breath tickled, and he hummed in acknowledgement.

"It did, darling. And the skin on my hands certainly is not happy about it," He starts, and your hand comes to his as you bring it closer to your face, examining the uncharacteristically cracked knuckles and reddened flesh, "But you are worth the effort. And more. I'm sorry about the cups, my love.”

You placed a kiss on his chapped knuckle. An acceptance of the apology. And then you turned to face him and pressed a soft, tentative peck on his lips that made his entire body melt into you. Before long you two wound up on the floor of his office, and he made sure to use his actions to ensure you knew just how much he cared about you. How much he chose you.

And every day since then, he'd been certain to no longer bring goblets in the bedroom, and always leave them sitting in the foyer for the maid regardless of what room he was in. A tiny daily action signifying his love for you.

#astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #baulders gate astarion #baulders gate 3 #astarion fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic idea #baulders gate tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x f!tav #astarion x f!reader #astarion x female reader #astarion reader insert #astarion x female tav

[bellezaycafe]

Get Your Shit Together - Part 2

context: Sadie volunteered for the 2024 Melbourne GP during a gap year away from uni. She is 20.

Part 1

Comments; i’m tempted to make this a series… I have some stuff drafted?

“Charles!” The reported called him over. “We’ve just found out that you’re first! How does that feel?”

“I mean,” he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “I just found out myself, we all did. I’m still shocked! I don’t know what happened with the penalty or the flags, I’m just happy to have another win!”

“You were only just told that you won?”

Charles laughed through his, “yeah!”

After a small pause he added, “I think a volunteer was given the standing from the FIA. She told us, and told some of us off for complaining.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We were all pretty annoyed by the penalties; the race ended half an hour ago and we were only just being told. It is frustrating, we are all frustrated."

Oscar Piastri's Interview was similar.

"That was very well done out there, Oscar. How does the P2 in your home race feel?"

"I'm still trying to process the fact that I scored a podium in my home race. It's an incredible feeling."

"Do you agree with Charles about the FIA handing out penalties so late?"

"Yeah," the Australian answered without hesitation. "Frustration is the right word for what we're all feeling."

With a nod and a thank you, he handed back the micrphone and walked away.

Lando stepped up.

"Congratulations," the reporter began. "That is another double podium for McLaren, how does it feel?"

"I'm gonna be honest, undeserved. Don't get me wrong, I think I did well today and I'm proud of Oscar and our team, but I didn't cross that line in third. I don't know the full story about Max's penalty but it just seems undeserved, you know? He should have kept the win. I should be P4, not Max. The FIA needs to sort it out."

"Wow, that's a strong opinion. Will you get in trouble for saying that live?"

Lando shrugged and pursed his lips. "If I do, I do."

His PR manager pulled him away before he could say anything more incriminating.

Then Max stepped up, still fuming.

"Max," the reporter began.

"I know what you're going to ask," he interrupted. "Yes, I'm upset about the penalty. Gasly passed me under yellow flag conditions. I was told that I was allowed to take the position back. It is an unfair penalty."

"Charles told us that a volunteer told all the drivers off for complaining. Surely you have a right to complain?"

Max let out a surprised huff of laughter. "Charles is being Charles! That volunteer told me off. I blamed her for the penalty and she put me back in my place. Volunteers don't dictate penalties and can't change them."

Max shrugged and moved to hand the microphone back to the reporter. She held up a hand to ask one last question.

"Do you think the FIA should revoke the penalty?"

"Yes. The FIA shouldn't have given me a penalty and they shouldn't have handed it out half an hour after. I think that all of the drivers are sick of being told what place we finished well after the race."

"Thank you for your time, Max. It was still an incredible race."

He nodded his thanks and moved on.

It was the same reply over and over.

We are tired of the FIA handing out penalties well after the fact.

We are frustrated.

We are annoyed.

We. We. We.

Sadie never watched any of the interviews. She didn't realise the impact he'd had on the drivers.

As she wiped a hand across her sweaty brow the next day, she wondered if they had said anything. She was about to ask her friend, Aurora, when a shadow fell over her.

She turned to see Max Verstappen.

"Hi?" She frowned.

"I'm sorry" he blurted, squeezing his eyes shut in mortification at his slip up.

"What?"

"About yesterday," he muttered, opening the crystal blue eyes. "I shouldn't have tried to intimidate you."

Sadie laughed and put down the tent peg she'd been using to remove other tent pegs. "The key word there is tried."

Max smiled at her laughter. He chuckled a little and stared down at his feet in the dirt.

"But," Sadie continued, "thank you for apologising. I didn't take it to heart. You were trying to win every reason this season and break another record. Yesterday, you lost that and it made you angry. I know, so it's okay."

Max's eyes widened at her nonchalant statement about his goals.

"What?" she asked impatiently. "I figured out your goal? It wasn't hard, Verstappen."

"No, it's not that."

"What, then?"

"You had already forgiven me?"

"Yes, I forgave you the moment you left the room. You were angry and that was your response to the anger."

"That doesn't make it okay," he pressed. He didn't know why he was pushing her, she’d already forgiven him.

"Which is why you will never do it again." She pointed a dangerous finger at his face.

"Okay," he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Good. Now I’ve got things to do and you probably have somewhere you have to be.” Sadie pointed at the gazebo and then the bag it belonged it.

“Right, yes. I have a flight in a few hours, so I need to get to the airport. Have a great day, yeah? It was amazing to meet you.” He stepped backwards, with a thumbs up.

“It was honour to meet you too Max Verstappen. Never forget who you are.”

Max had to take a deep breath as he strode away.

Never forget who you are.

You are Max Verstappen the world champion, not Max Verstappen the upset child.

He made a promise to himself then, and to Sadie, that he would hold himself to a higher standard. He could be better, he should be better, he would be better.

——$——

Masterlist

#f1 #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula one #get your shit together

[unofficial-underfell]

Hey guys, I've been thinking about making this post for a long time and I think its finally time I do so. After realizing that some of my last work was done over a year ago, I don't think I can really ignore it anymore. While I haven't quite thrown in the towel on this quite yet, it's pretty evident to me and I'm sure to everyone who still follows this blog that my fervor for the project has drastically decreased. And has been kind of dead for a while. The comic has not been a priority to me, or posting online much at all actually. I did some soul searching and found that I'd started relying on outside approval for my art instead of doing art for the sake of wanting to tell a story and express myself throughout my work. I have limited energy and depression and sometimes it feels like i get such little progress done even though it takes all of my energy. While I'm trying to go to the gym more and build better habits my energy levels and mood still have a lot to be desired, and I'd rather use the limited energy I have to work on something I'm more passionate about.

I've been trying to grow my skills and absorb more stories and I've moved around a lot and started to listen to what I really felt, and I found that a lot of the art I want to focus on deals with heavier and more mature topics. I do love this story, and all of the characters and I feel like I could make a really clever subversion of what is expected from an Underfell comic. But I feel like in these uncertain times with the world and with all of the stuff going on right now, I'd like to use my energy to work on stories that hit closer to the things that I feel are important. So that's why I've not been posting much.

I'm working on a book, and I've actually got quite a lot of progress done on it, but because of all the horror stories online about people stealing author's original works, I'm kind of holding off on publishing any chapters before I can copyright the first draft of the novel. So my online activity will still be pretty scarce for a bit, though I'll still post occasionally on my @cosmicpixel01 account. I'll try better to not be so radio silent though lol. Even if that means I'll post something boring about my dog or books I'm reading just so everyone knows I'm still alive.

I don't want to call it quits on the story. But I also feel like you guys have been kept waiting to see what happens for a really long time, and that makes me feel so guilty. I will try to finish up the pages I have in the works, and I'm probably going to switch to a different format that is some drawings, some writing to finish the story. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to finish it the way I intended for you guys, even with all of the support and kind words and even the fanart that I've kept in a folder on my desktop. I am letting a lot of you down, but I feel like the radio silence is probably more irresponsible than just going out and saying something. And I'm sorry I've kept you all waiting for a not-so-happy update on the blog.

I hope that some of you will continue to follow me for some of my other exploits and see whatever other things I have going on, but I understand that you all followed me for Undertale so I don't want you to feel any sort of guilt if you decide not to. I'm just happy you all supported me for so long.

I'll try to work on this blog again soon, and if anyone has any questions, my asks are open, though I'll probably keep the asks private. Until then I hope everyone stays safe out there. And from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

-Avery

#not pages #unofficial-underfell #this was so hard to write i dont want to be a quitter but I'm tired #avery speaks

[neverchecking]

Could I please ask for Sub!Four with hypno kink? Poor guy has too many thoughts in his head with the Colors... But Reader wouldn't mind taking them away for a bit of fun ;)

You absolutely can! Subby boys are my jam!

What are the personalities of the colors? Like I can't find it anywhere and I'm trying to be very strategic when writing four that I don't have to include them right away-

ANYWAY-

(I'm currently out of town so I'm posting my stocked drafts. I'm not ignoring my asks or the reblogs I wanna add to, I'm just not near a computer where I can answer them properly.)

Smut so 18+, MDNI

Smut CW: Hypnosis, Sub! Four, Dom! Reader, AFAB Reader

He was going to need to re-evaluate the amount of trust he put in you.

Honestly.

This might've been pushing his limit just a bit. He probably wouldn't have even considered this should he have not been so enamored by you. He wasn't even sure the absolute chokehold you had on him was enough to keep him on his place on the bed.

"My jewel, you know I would never doubt you-" Never. Never in a million years. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth. "But, are you sure about this?"

This was insane.

You nodded happily nonetheless, weaving a delicate gold chain around your fingers. The clock hooked to the chain swung hypnotically beneath your hand, picking up a steady tempo as it rocked back and forth. It entranced him, making his eyes follow it's every move--despite all the voices screaming at him to do otherwise. To pry his attention away from the pendulum and instead focus on you. But this was what you wanted. You wanted to see if you could hold his ever moving focal point on one thing. You wanted all of his attention on you and you alone.

And while he never wanted it to be on anything other than perfect, divine you, it was a struggle to get everyone's attention on one place. One would be off, worried about enemies lurking in the trees. Another would go off on tangents about how beautiful your eyes were and how he could get so lost in them within moments. Another was reminding him of all the ways you had been whimpering beneath him, crying for his every move. Another was cataloguing your outfit and every bit of it that he could mend or better or-

It was a lot getting everyone's attention on one point.

You figured this may help in the very least. And whatever you wanted, he would give. Anything at all. If you wanted someone slain in your name, it would be done. If you wanted the kingdom of Hyrule to fall before you, it would just be a moment. If you wanted to strip him of his will, to make him nothing but a mindless servant for you to use?

Your wish is his command.

The clock kept his attention as he felt his raging psyche gently melt away. One by one, each of the colors settled into nothing, their voices shutting down and falling away. For the first time in a long time, there was silence around him. He didn't even notice you pulling the watch away, settling it down before you were gently cupping his chin with a hand.

"-ear me, my love?"

You were asking him something. Could he hear you maybe? Either way he nodded. It was all so blissfully quiet. All he could see was you. Everlasting, exquisite, paradisical you. Treating him like fine glass, you touch was never anything more than positively featherlight, gently tracing the lines of his jaw and neck.

He nodded slowly. It felt like someone had laid a blanket over his busy mind, clouding it in a layer of pure mindlessly feeling. He could feel the cotton of the blanket beneath him (Why were you sleeping with something so rough? He would need to replace it right away.), the give of the pillows stationed behind him (Those were too flat, you deserved only the best.), even the feeling of the mattress beneath him (It was so firm. How would you be expected to sleep soundly when it felt like a freaking rock beneath him?! How had he never noticed this before?!). Things he never would've thought of before were now jumping out at him only to flit away in the blink of an eye.

Anything he previously found issues with simply fell away at the feeling of your touch on his leg. It started at his knee, igniting a fire in it's wake, before trailing up his thigh and towards his pelvis. His entire being lit up, nerves firing to life, sending impulse after impulse to his brain, overloading it with just the knowledge of you. The way you smelled, the way you felt, the way you were so close he could feel your breath against his shoulder as your fingers brushed along his shaft.

His nerves clenched, as if to jump at the action, but the action never came. No, instead, he laid there limply. Morphing himself to your every whim.

It was different, to have someone else take the forefront. Even when one of the colors was in charge, he was still there. With this, he was completely giving himself to you.

And what better way was there to show his absolute devotion to you?

He couldn't think of any other way. Actually, he couldn't think of any thing as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, thumbing the head of his cock to spread the bulbing precum down the skin.

"-hats it, Link. Just let me do the thinking for you."

He'd let you do anything to him. Absolutely anything. You could say jump and he'd say how high.

His entire body was yours to use and manipulate, anything you so wished.

Your hand moved, making his thighs tense in anticipation. Some sort of whine left his lips as his every sense was overloaded with just you. His muscles coiled like a viper, tight and poised to snap at any moment. His eyes burned as tears collected in the corners of his eyes, feeling too overstimulated to do anything but without any of the relief of release.

It was nothing but pure pressure building in his gut as you sped up your ministrations. The coil was tightening further, and further just begging to snap and give him any form of release. He would take anything at this point but he would never dare disobey you.

"Cum for me, Link."

The coil snapped as his hips bucked up to meet your hang, thick, viscous strands burning like magma against his skin before cooling enough he gave himself goosebumps. Flashes of white blinded him from behind his eyelids as he jolted and cried, fat pearls of tears trailing down his cheeks as drool shined against his lips.

Everything was abuzz, his skin feeling too hot to the touch, as you retracted your hand. A part of him wanted to beg and plead for your touch once more, but another part knew that it would do nothing but burn his nerves wit overstimulation (He'd leave that for another day).

The first thing that came back to him from any of the colors was one simple thought.

'Holy Shit, dude.'

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #cindersins #yandere four #yandere lu four #yandere four x reader #yandere lu four x reader #lu four #lu four x reader

[demoniccomplex]

Could I request tecchou with prompts 3 and 12? Thank you I love your work!

3 (“don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you”) + 12 (“please.. just let me hold you.”)

sorry for the long wait, i realize that i, in fact, have drafts that need to get done! anyways hope you enjoy this, its currently 3:30 am and my head hurty

no TWS i can think of, i think, maybe idk

Life wasn't exactly in the cards for you and anyone close to you knew that well. Your mood reflected every bit of frustration. However you tried your best to look up in the worst of it all, it's that or to the grave you go. Your poor lip had been picked at so many times, the blood staining your nails. You wondered if the skin would ever stop healing. Afterall, what's one public display of terrorism on your way to work caused by who knows, gonna do to ruin your already shit year? That's right, bring Tecchou Suehiro into it because you wanted to be heroic against your body’s wishes. It was alright for a while, he talked to you a far bit longer than the rest of the victims of the attack. You jokingly took pride in his coworker’s comment about Tecchou spending just a little longer on you. The letters came frequently, more so legal nonsense with “support” mentioned in them, then there was one from Tecchou. The name didn't click originally and the letter was almost discarded had you not kept reading down. He thanked you for your bravery and how much it takes, rolling your eyes but it did make you smile. 

Applauding you for what you did that day kept circling back in your mind, something to latch onto with a heart barely full of pride. The legal letters stopped but tecchou’s letters did not, after the third letter, you wondered why he even bothered scouting out your address. Everything you felt was now sinking down into the dark blues of regret in your mind. Then the letters were not enough so he came in physically, a little cafe date then to a restaurant, then something bigger. It all became just a little too much then way too much. You used to not notice the way he would make sure you were physically okay, but you followed his eyes carefully. His questions about your health did get annoying and not comforting like they used to be. People who used to check in stopped, like they were scared but you never knew why. You got a hint that Tecchou’s behavior towards you affected his line of work. The white haired man who scoffed at Tecchou’s extended talk with you that fateful day was the same man yelling loudly at him. Forcefully taking the infatuated soldier with him while giving you mixed signals on how he felt about you, Tecchou’s expression went blank in his coworkers grasp. 

The last person you talked to got exposed for horrible things, you only found out by Tecchou. Your world was falling apart in a weird way and you didn't even know why anymore. The man in question only tilted his head at your quickly distressed face, you forgot why he was even with you today. He tried to comfort you but you resisted in your scrambled up mind. Tecchou let out a sigh before speaking up, “don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you, i deeply care for you,” He said your name with such care in love but you were too deep in mental turmoil to even realize it. Tears quickly spouted from your eyes, while you cried out on why this was happening to you, why everyday was such a horrible day. You barely felt Tecchou’s figure try to hold you before you pulled away, your hands covering your face as you still cried. Trying to sit down on the floor but Tecchou refused to let you sink down, still desperately wanting to hold you. “please..just let me hold you. I want you to be okay.” Why can't you have an okay year?, why couldn't you have friends that weren't such horrible people? Why did it have to be you that people were afraid of? Why out of anyone did you decide to play hero? The only person who had stayed was Tecchou, it was always Tecchou. 

So just this time, let him hold you.

#yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #yandere #bsd #tecchou x reader #yandere tecchou #bsd tecchou

[kanmom51]

JK on Bruontheradio - coming soon

*Disclaimer: This post came out way longer than I initially intended it to be, and is a little bit of a brain fart. You have been warned, lol.

Josh “Bru” Brubaker

Love how even with this we have Jimin reference.

JK just cannot help himself.

He did tell us "the love of my life".

And what about the first thing that JK shows us is this:

Bad lighting he probably didn't really count on, but yes, his hand tattoos.

And I know there will be those that will say: "he's showing us ARMY", but I say it's a double for him, cause man ain't stupid, he knows fans will go crazy he's showing ARMY, and at the same time I believe he's showing the JM tattoo as well. You know, the JM that did the exact same kind of clip before him. The JM that spent 5 days WITH HIM in NY (and CT). The JM that is his "love of my life". That JM.

Same JM that @andy-wm wrote a beautiful post about just a few hours ago:

Ok, so I guess I'm going to talk about this here, even though I will probably repeat it many times to come.

Seven for JK is about love not fucking.

There. I said it.

And why do I bring this up here?

Because of the hand he so graciously showed us.

Because of JK's JM tattoo.

Because of said tattoo's placement.

Ring finger. For all to see.

How long have we known the J over the M stood for JM?

Us Jikookers?

I'd say since forever.

It's the rest of the fandom that kept trying to find excuses why it wasn't. Why it stood for everything under the sun other than the obvious. The one person that JK puts above others. The one person JK has been showing for years now that is special to him, in a way that is way beyond even the best of friendships. When you tattoo someone's name on you that is a statement. You are literally branding yourself with their name till the day you die (yes you can erase tattoos, but when you are having a tattoo done that is not what you are thinking of, in that moment in time you are painting your skin for life).

And JK did that. One sided.

He also made sure to let us know that the theories running around for years about what that J meant (you know, the army and J means all the members bullshit) were crap. Yes, he didn't tell us out loud that the J placed over the M stood for JM, but he didn't deny it either. He omitted that. Which is understandable given they are still a closeted couple and we all know that admitting to that, would be admitting to their queerness. As much as JK wants out of the closet, as much as he wants to scream blue murder that JM is his and his alone, he won't do it as long as JM isn't ready. And saying the JM is Jimin out loud, that would be outing not only himself but also the love of his life, when said love of his life is not ready for that yet. So he said the J stands for Jungkook and moved on at the speed of lightening. Without addressing the huge ass elephant in that room - why place it over the M knowing EXACTLY what it looked like? (we know the answer to that, but omitting is the name of the game - said that already).

So yeah, JK tattooed JM on his hand. For all of us to see. And he keeps touching it up. Darkening it. At times specifically those two letters.

I actually had a post in draft that is kind of redundant now, about how I noticed his JM at the airport leaving for the States.

That pinky ring, that actually isn't a pinky ring cause it's JM's ring, which he didn't wear when JM was there in NY with him, but had it back on travelling to London, JM gone back to SK, looks kinda too small even for his pinky, lol.

Now to Seven.

Like I said, JK sees Seven as a love song.

Yes, he sang the explicit version, but that's not what HE feels the song is about. And he's said it multiple times too.

This is what JK thinks about Seven:

and from the MV making:

and:

and from Stationhead radio 20th July appearance:

I think JK is being very clear here. Pity people aren't listening to him. This, for him, is a love song.

Yes, he knows it's very sexual, but it's about being with the person you love more than anything else and wanting to make that person happy. And him saying "the love of my life" that might have been on purpose (wouldn't put it past him) or even as a slip of the tongue, but it cements how he feels about the song, that might not have been written by him, but he most definitley feels an emotional connection with. I'd say kind of like Euphoria or Only then.

And now back to the hand and to JM and their place in JK's promotions for this song.

Not coincidently, JM is laced through every single part of the promotions for this song.

He's in the photo shoot concept.

He's in the MV (yes, what can you do, they had to go with a gf and hetero love story in the MV cause JK's first solo worldwide cannot be a queer love affair MV, that's just the way the cookie crumbles... not New jeans cookie - yuck - just writing that makes me feel ewe...).

He's in the choreography

There are more similarities than those I pointed out in that post. And again, it's not about JK stealing JM's moves from SMF pt. 2 (which we know the man LUVED). It's about JM inspiring him. And believe you me, that JM knew every single step of the way. The song, the MV and the choreo.

It's in the styling (not only the photo shoot).

And JM is just there, with JK all the time, on his hand, just out there for everyone to look and see.

For those saying the J is covered, nope, it ain't. The ring band is see through, cause that's just a thing JK does.

This finger pointing, not intentional in my opinion, just a little coincidence (JK holding the mic, as he does in the GMA performance as well, but in the Explicit performance with no mic in hand he covers his face just like the backup dancers do), and yet, a lovely one at that.

This is the way JK wanted it to be. Since way back in 2019 when he added that J over the M. For everyone to see all of the time!

So, where was I?

To sum this absolutely probably unnecessary post.

JK loves JM.

JK had JM tattooed on his hand.

JK chose Seven because he liked the song (and it's really a good one) and he also connected with it on an emotional level.

JK sees the song as a love song, expressing him wanting and needing to be with the person he loves, the love of his life, constantly, and showing said person how much he loves him and wanting to make them happy.

Yes, there is an explicit version to the song, yay, they replaced "loving" with "fucking". JK sings it, finds it amusing to say the word out loud, but when asked about it, it's the clean version, the love song version that he is connected to.

JK wanted to show us, in the ways that he, as a closeted queer man can, loves JM, is inspired by JM, and that JM is a part of who he is, as a man, as an artist.

Those two may not have come up with the "you are me I am you", but they most certainly took ownership of it. And JK, he's out there showing us just how true it is.

I think maybe it's about time that army:

a. Go read the lyrics to the song and understand that even the explicit version is talking about being with one person, the one you want to make feel good 7 days a week, and not about fucking someone else every day of the week. It's called reading comprehension, I think they need a lesson in that.

b. For once, even just once, listen to what JK is saying, what he's been saying ever since he started the promotion for this song.

This army was listening:

Well, at least to some of what JK has been saying.

I am guessing she's not a Jikooker, lol.

c. This one is for JKKs and PJMs. Try, for just one second, to put your feelings about the way JM's solo debut was treated BY THE COMPANY, and see with untainted glasses just how much this man loves JM. You know how much he promoted him personally and without the company's approval. He adores him, admires him, I'm willing to go so far as to worships him. JM is his catalyst. JM is the love of his life. JK would NEVER do something to disrespect or hurt JM. JK is trying to show us just how much JM is a part of who he, JK, is. He's trying to show us how much he is inspired by JM. How much he loves him. All this anger you are holding towards JK you need to let it go. JK as an artist is not the company as a promoter, they are not one and the same. On the way, I also recommend reading @beautifulpersonpeach's post:

Maybe, just maybe it will give you a little more insight or at the very least food for thought.

Ok, I think that's the end of this one. I kind of think I was all over the place here, and not so sure I got the message through, but it is what it is. Brain farts are not always pretty...

#Jungkook #JK #JK Seven #JK Seven love song #Jikook #kookmin #minkook #Jimin #JM #JM Face #JM SMF pt. 2 #JM Like crazy #Youtube

[hawkland]

Art masterpost: Sunflowers & Pussy Willows Story by: MBQ (@mbqnoyolo) Art by: sidewinder (@hawkland) I'm so happy to get to share the first of my five (yes, five) collaborations for my very own event, the SPN Angels & Demons Reverse Bang (@spnangelsanddemons-rb)! I admit to my own selfish reasons for organizing the event — I wanted the excuse to draw & paint more of my favorite angelic characters and relationships than I usually get the chance to. And I'm so proud of all of the work that's come out so far and is yet to come! Be sure to visit the blog to see the other masterposts so far!

Anyway, I've been on quite the pre-Raphaelite kick for a while and doing a number of SPN pieces inspired by classic paintings. And when I saw Anna Lee Merritt's "The Watchers of the Straight Gate," it immediately screamed out Cas & Jack to me. So with that in mind (and spending a fair amount of time posing myself in my trenchcoat and white jacket to get the right references for the clothing), I ended up submitting this work for claims:

I had a lot of fun doing the wings on this one, as well as playing with different little things to keep the original inspiration while also making it more these two.

It was lovely getting to work with MBQ again who was the perfect author to write something lyrical and magical, drawing on elements of nature and floral symbolism as hinted in the artwork. Once I saw the draft I was inspired to do this piece of Jack as I felt captured him in the story:

Both of these pieces were done on Arches hot press paper which allowed me to do a lot of detail (necessary for the main piece, as it was a lot to fit on a 14"x20" paper block and keep some of the distinct brushwork) and kept the colors light as I wanted. With the Jack piece, I was experimenting with some new honey-based paints Mr. Hawkland gifted me from a. gallo watercolors. Their greens and blues in particular are amazing, and it's so hard to find good greens for doing botanical work! I was fortunate enough to get to visit their main shop in Assisi while in Italy last month too and stocked up on all the colors I didn't have.

Now, please go read the story - and I'll be back in about two weeks with my second collaboration for this bang!

#sidewinder art #hawkland art #my art #spn angels & demons reverse bang #dadstiel #castiel #jack kline #spn art #watercolor painting

[silentium-symphony]

Now Watch Me Whip III (Link x Reader)

(a/n) ya'll have no idea how many drafts i had to burn through to get here dear god--

it's finally done! it felt kinda all over the place, but it was made w lots of love & effort ♡ if you're curious, the dance is loosely based on Azura's Nohrian dance from Fire Emblem Fates! Please start at 0:51.

i hope you enjoy! :)

Part I \\ Part II

cw: afab!reader, link rediscovering joy :D, he also lowkey horny as HELL, him just getting flustered lol, violence (somewhat explicit), dancing in the forest, gentle kisses

wc: 4.3k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

"And... There!" You firmly pinched the metal clasps together, fastening the end of a small rod to the end of a dark green strip of silk. You twirled it in the air and watched the gleam of the setting sun glow through the ribbon and bounce off the golden handle. It was perfect!

The door cracked open and the familiar scent of a hearty homecooked meal wafted to your nose. With a snap of your wrist, the ribbon chased the rod hurriedly tucked under your pillow. Seafoam eyes popped in and crinkled at you happily.

"Link!" You waved the man over and patted the edge of your bed. He gave a curt nod and the rest of his body spilled in, hands occupied with a tray of two steamy bowls of stew. In a few short steps, his body had sunk into the edge of your bed and he handed you the tray.

"How're you feeling?" He muttered, wariness directed at your bandaged shoulder.

"So much better! And I have you to thank for that." You smiled in between spoonfuls, lightly "mm-ing" at the mildly seasoned creme stew. Its delicate flavors reminisced of simpler times, of bygone eras of innocence.

"It's nothing, really." He returned your appreciative look with an abashed one, feeling a heat rise to his cheeks. "Have you been moving it?"

"I'm trying, but it's been... hard." A swell of panic arose in your chest at his crestfallen features. "But! I've made some good progress! Look."

You carefully maneuvered your hot bowl onto your bedside table, mindful to keep its scalding contents within the clay's confines, and slowly outstretched your bad hand towards the sky. Unused ligaments pulled and contracted and protested the simple action, but you kept at it and lowered it back down into your lap with care. Bliss and relief wrought the man's expressions.

"That's amazing! You're recovering so well."

"Yeah! And it's all thanks to you. You've taken such good care of me these past several days..." You motioned to your dinner and the dozens of empty potion bottles lined up neatly on a nearby table. "You've saved my life, Link. Thank you--from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

The Hero gulped, feeling that familiar warmth kiss his cheeks and flutter his stomach. Knighthood was often a thankless job and Link had fully accepted that his heroic deeds would be overcast by the normality of idyllicity most Hylians took for granted--one that he had worked so hard to protect. Seeing you look at him with nothing but pure gratefulness in your eyes... Truthfully, it was something he could get used to.

"You're welcome."

Your heart punched a quickening tempo in your chest, happy that he had finally accepted your thanks instead of brushing it off like what he was doing for you wasn't the most considerate, sweetest thing in the world.

"Are you this chivalrous to everyone?" You laughed, half-jokingly. "Surely I'm not the only injured traveler you've come across. Do you also draft potions, cook their meals, and grant them free lodging at your expense?"

You hadn't realized your little quip would get the battle-hardened warrior flabbergasted, but here you were. Link's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as his ears adopted a pretty crimson.

"T-Truthfully..." He stammered. "... No..."

"Oh? Then what makes me so different than your average traveler?" You mused, hoping to rile up the stoic swordsman like a little schoolboy. Sure it was a question that's been burning in the back of your mind, but frankly, you were enjoying the scene in front of you far more than gaining the satisfaction of solving your biggest mystery since day one.

"Well--... I don't... know."

That was a lie. He did know.

The thought crossed so clearly in both of your heads, but you decided to drop it before the man in front of you dropped dead from embarrassment. You laughed at his dumbfounded expression and caught his gaze with a softer look.

"I'm... really gonna miss this time we had together. So that's why..." Your good hand sneaked behind you and pinched the thin rod, yanking it out like some sort of magic trick. "Ta-daaah! I fashioned you your very own twirler!"

Oh Hylia, this man was gonna cry.

There was an undeniable twinkle in Link's usually terse look--one that screamed with childlike wonder and innocent joy.

"This... You made this for me?" He reached up, fingers ghosting along the rod's golden sheen. He handled it almost frightened—as if it were to disappear from his grasp.

"Of course! I know I can never repay you for what you've done, but I hope this can be a start." You wedged it into his fingers. "Take it! It's yours now."

The ribbon trailed after his hand as he pulled it to his chest, inspecting and handling the twirler like it was something sacred. He suddenly whipped his hand to the left; unadulterated joy flamed his pupils at the sight of the dark green trail. He snapped his arm to the right and watched the silk flit after his movements. With a mighty downward stroke, the fabric whisped past his ears and sang a gentle chortle.

His sword-swinging techniques mettled under the most ferocious battles felt... beautiful, for once.

"This is..." He said at last, eyes never leaving the ribbon. "The best gift I've ever gotten."

"R-... Really?" A strange twinge of melancholic joy pricked your heart, touched by his sentiment.

Link turned to you with a gaze overflowing with thanks.

"Thank you."

"You're..." You stammered, choking under his affectionate eyes. "You're welcome."

Both pairs of eyes drifted downward, finding respite in the way your blankets folded in on themselves, the gnarled patterns carved into the wooden floor's grain, and the shadows of trees shaking in the setting sun.

"Oh, right!" Your voice boomed with excitement. "Let me teach you the basics!"

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

As Link settled into the log, he gazed up at the dome of stars that would lull him to sleep for the night. The crackle-pop of the fire filled the empty gaps between his thoughts with a vague sense of comfort as he recounted the memory from weeks ago; if he listened past the flames, he swore he could hear that lyrical melody imparting your lips. You had since recovered from your injury and left the inn, a promise of seeing each other again carrying itself on the winds.

Hylia only knew how deeply he wanted to see you again.

To talk to you, to share meals with you, to come home to you. But a domestic life was not a lifestyle he could so easily achieve, with him being Hyrule's sword and shield against every iteration of evil. A life with you would have to remain a pipe dream, just like the promise of seeing you again.

As he rolled out his bed cot and wrapped his shield with a worn cloak, he kicked off his boats and tucked under the thin blanket, resting his head on the shield-pillow. Staying at the inn was a treat he had divulged in for too long--his neck had grown soft from its feathery pillows and downy sheets. He rolled this way and that, feeling every vertebra in his spine whine at him to find something more comfortable. In the end, he opted to count the residents that dotted the night sky with glimmers of white and yellow.

Were you warm, well-fed, and under a roof? Or were you under the cloak of wilderness, looking at the stars like him? Were you fast asleep, happy and content? Or were your thoughts consumed with him, like he were of you?

The bright glow of the stars began to dull as his conscience finally caught the elusive Sleep, dangling the quick-footed thing in victory. But before his mind faded to softer worlds, he noted how the stars could not compare to the twinkle your eyes once held for him.

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

A crack in the air and a crazed whinny tore his thoughts asunder and he shot up, grabbing the hilt of sharpened iron with him. A chorus of raspy croaks assaulted his ears and sent his senses into a flurry. He scrounged for his boots and drew his shield; another snap in the air, right behind him, and he whorled around to greet that familiar noise.

"(F/N)--?!"

"Link! Are you all right?!"

He saw the beginnings of a horn prick just behind you, and a blink later he found himself in the heat of battle, repelling an attack that would have otherwise spelled your doom. Your backs pressed against each other as the horde of Lizalfos began to circle you, shrill yips and grunts seeping your senses.

"I-It's good to see you again," you panted. "Though I was hoping it would’ve been under... better circumstances."

Link hummed, effortlessly twirling the readied blade as he waited for the first sign of movement. He felt your shoulders squeeze into his, anticipation baiting your breath.

The Lizalfos to your left was the first to move. With almost telepathic synchronicity, the body of your whip dealt a welt to the fiend's scaly skin while cold steel dug into its flesh, warmed at the blood that spilled forth. The monster faltered slightly, giving Link enough room for a mighty swing at its torso.

Your eyes caught a glint of brandishing metal and you found your thick cord already reaching for it, snapping at the brutish digits with a bitter hiss. A shocked cry left the monster as it dropped the weapon, bending over just in time for the body of Link's sword to puncture through its stretched neck. A wet gurgle popped from its throat as it keeled over and stained the ground it once stood.

The remaining Lizalfos, in a frenzy of bloodlust and rage, threw coordination to the winds and pounced on you all at once. You had barely managed to dodge the swing of a Lizalfos tail before you felt something hard and metallic hit the backside of your head. You felt your knees buckle and saw the ground propel towards you at alarming speeds; you sucked in a breath and gritted your teeth as you spun around and dealt a marring blow to the offender's face (which quickly met its brutal end). A rough arm looped under your armpit and hoisted you up.

"You okay?!"

"Y-Yeah!" A streak of metal graced your periphery. "Watch out!"

You latched onto the man's shoulder and pulled him down, the chill of metal and what could have been sending shivers down your spine. Link promptly retaliated with a swing of his sword and a stab for the chest. Yet another Lizalfos crumpled to the ground, and the remaining monsters fled in a panic.

Your sweaty body pressed into Link's comparatively cooler skin, your haggard pants filling the silence. Cautious (E/C)s lilted about you before finally meeting a pair of blues (that had been resting on your heaving form the whole time, but you didn't need to know that).

"G-Good morning, by the way." You laughed out tiredly.

"Morning." He huffed.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" You were facing him fully now, eyes and fingers scanning his face for injuries.

The rush of battle meshed with the surge of heat your gentle grazes left pulsed his core with butterflies. His eyes naturally fell on your previously debilitated shoulder.

"I should be asking you that. How's your shoulder? And your head? That Lizalfos got you good earlier."

"I'll be all right. I can move my shoulder just fine too. " Your fingerpads tingled with his warmth and you worriedly pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. "You're awfully warm... You haven't caught a fever, have you?"

Link cleared his throat, his brain scouring for a new topic.

"What are you doing here? How did... How did you find me?"

"I stopped by a stable to find out where the next town would be and I was on my way there. Then I… saw a body on the ground and a couple of Lizalfos nearby. I feared the worst." You laughed, drawing your hands away and standing up. "I never thought it would be you."

Link nodded, still starstruck from seeing you dazed from his rudely awakened sleep and the sudden onset of battle. You extended a hand, which was promptly clasped and pulled.

"Well regardless, thank you. If it weren't for you... I would have feared the worst."

"No problem. It was by sheer luck we ran into each other again… Actually..." You hummed thoughtfully. "If you're up for it, would you like to head to town together? We need all the help we can get out here, and I personally think we make a great team."

Link graciously took you up on your offer and you helped him pack his things (which consisted of a bed cot and a beaten pot). As you handed him his tightly rolled mat and his bag, a familiar golden sheen caught the morning sun. Your next exhale lodged in your throat and your heart swelled.

"Is that...?"

Link followed your gaze; his heart performed theatricals against the confines of his ribcage as his brain sputtered an answer.

"Y-Yes. I keep it with me at all times--it’s like a good luck charm, of sorts."

"Didn't really do its job this morning." You chuckled, slinging your own pouch over your shoulder.

"I wouldn't say so. After all, it brought you back to me."

...

...

I want to go die in a hole now

Link mentally pounded his head against a tree as his still-groggy brain worked overtime to make up for his social ineptness. You both looked at each other, dazed and dumbfounded, and all the swordsman could muster was a steady, silent gaze into your eyes.

"That..." You finally coughed out, breaking the spell between you. "was incredibly smooth. Good job, Hero."

You looked away in time to hide the blush on your cheeks and you busied your hands with swatting the imaginary dirt from your tunic. A gentle stream of clops thankfully filled the void between you and Link; Epona had returned!

You both exclaimed a shout of surprise and glee and bounded your way over to her, you hugging and nuzzling your friend's loyal companion and Link checking her for injuries. Once it was made clear she was in tip-top shape, Link mounted first and you handed your bags to him. With some help from Link, you managed to lug yourself onto her back and sit in a mostly upright position. You snaked your arms around his torso and pressed your bodies flush against each other; the hero's grip noticeably tightened as he felt your body meld wondrously with his own. Your hot breath fanned across his neck and your chest caressed his back--

"Um... Link?"

Link clicked his tongue and you were off.

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

"Why do we keep meeting at the worst possible times?"

A laugh bounced off the silent man as he slowly drank a bottle of milk. He glanced at you with a hopeless look, a faint shimmer of amusement streaking his irises.

Your guess is as good as mine.

You swirled the cup in your hand and watched its watery contents lap at some cracks while your ears passively tuned into the hums of the inn's dining hall. Clinks of glass mugs meeting wood choired from the bar and a childish laugh or two left the young family holding out in the corner. Link politely patted his mouth with one of the barkeep's rags and resumed his dinner in peace.

"So how've you been? It's been a couple weeks since we saw each other."

He shrugged, motioning to the constellation of fresh wounds marring his exposed skin. They were minor enough to not be life-threatening, but concern still tensed your gut.

"Do you need some potions? I think I got a couple extras--"

A calloused hand clasped onto your wrist before it could retreat into the recesses of your pouch. He shook his head widely, his long locks whipping to and fro.

"I'm okay."

You most certainly weren't as your hands and cheeks flushed with a warmth you hadn't felt in weeks. You drew an inconspicuous breath and redirected your focus away from your hand to Link's steady gaze.

"I just worry for you, 's all."

"I know," stormy blues softened to clear skies, "but I'm okay."

A slight squeeze pressed into your wrist, skyrocketing your heart rate to unhealthy levels. Gods, it was almost shameful how such a simple, platonic act could spur you so. With great effort, you managed to still your inner fangirl and flashed him a charming smile.

"Whatever you say, Hero. But if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He nodded. "You too."

You worked on the plate in front of you (which had regrettably gone cold) and a comfortable silence filled the space between you two. You were once again enveloped in the hearty, homey atmosphere of the inn as patrons percolated in and out of the dining hall, having had their fill or venturing to lift their spirits (in more ways than one).

"Have you been practicing the routines I showed you?"

When you turned to him, your countenance joking and side glance light-hearted, you were not expecting to see a dutiful glint and a firm nod.

"Wait what."

"I wanted to be ready for the off-chance we saw each other again, so I've been practicing in my free time."

He said it so matter-of-factly (he was—in fact—panicking), your heart couldn't take it. The energy to scream and flail your arms about you hysterically took hold of you, and you funneled all of that chaos into a toothy grin.

"That's really great! I'm glad you're enjoying it."

His face flushed a deep ruby and his eyes swam this way and that, his brain fishing for an answer.

"I-It's not good by any means, but... I think I'm getting the hang of it."

"I'm sure you're doing just fine." You patted him on his shoulder. "You're a pretty fast learner!"

Well, he had to be given his... unique position. You couldn't fight the uncomfortable squeeze in your chest when you thought about how he quickly he had to forego life's simple pleasures to keep the world safe.

"Can you..." Link's barely-there voice was just loud enough to pull you out of your reflection. "... help me with some parts?"

His pretty eyes glowed something soft, something pleading. Behind his puppy-dog eyes, there was an unmistakable flash of excitement pooling underneath the surface.

"I'd be happy to!"

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

After paying for dinner, you agreed to meet each other at the entrance of the inn and went to drop your stuff off in your room, noting to grab your twirler before you headed out. Heart soaring and feet light, you skipped down the hall and over to your waiting companion (who looked quite heavenly in the moonlight).

"Hey! You got everything you need?"

His shoulders barely rose at your voice and he turned to you carefully, features blank but eyes sparked with enthusiasm. He nodded and held out his hand to you, his pink cheeks mixing with the pale blue moonbeam.

"If it's all right with you, I would like to practice somewhere more... private."

"Of course! I know these routines need a lot of space to be done well." You slipped your fingers into his outstretched ones, heart fluttering at the near-imperceptible squeeze. "Heck, I taught you in a wide, open clearing."

Link hummed a confirmation, turned on his heels, and marched onward. You, a mere traveler, weren't used to his solder-like gait and trailed helplessly behind him as he dragged you a little ways past the inn. However, Link wasn't blind or cruel--he slowed his pace so he comfortably fell at your side; it was a small, wordless gesture, but something about matching a steady, even pace with him tugged your chest with the most pleasant feeling.

A tall statue hung in the middle of the square, lanterns stringing from its highest point to the stores and houses that circled it. The whole vicinity was abuzzed with quaint leisure as the giggles of children faux-sleeping under their sheets coddled the air while passing couples clasped their hands in tender closeness--not unlike you and a certain blonde.

"This town sure is beautiful... What do you think, Link?"

"Indeed, it's all very..." He paused, eyes shifting slowly to his distracted companion. "Beautiful."

You dipped back into darkness, the sights and sounds of the gently lit square coalescing into a symphony of the night. The shrill chirps of crickets rounded the body of the choir while the baritone 'hoo-hoots' of owls balanced the insect's biting trill. It wasn't long until you found a nice, secluded pocket of forest away from the prying eyes of an uninvited audience.

"All right, anything specific you need help with?"

You both ran through parts of the routine he struggled with, with you going first, him copying your movements, and you correcting what needed to be fixed.

"Relax your shoulders, you're so tense!"

He just about melted under your soft ministrations, enjoying how amazing it felt for your fingers to lightly pat and rub into his shoulders. His tight sores mixed indistinctly with his toned arms and muscly shoulders; you pressed into a particularly sore spot just between his shoulder blades and he had to bite back a pleased groan.

"Relaxing your shoulders helps you loosen your arms, which will help you look more like you're dancing and less like you're fighting a Moblin." The way your hands curled about his biceps paralleled how you had him wrapped around your little finger.

"Oh, and twist your hips like this--if you snap your hips too fast, you might lose count of the song." A soft pair of hands rested on his hips, rocking him in a gentler sway. "Do you feel the difference? It doesn't feel so tight anymore, right?"

His pants disagree Link swallowed thickly, trying so hard to focus on your words and not the fire your fingers flamed across his skin--or the way you beheld him with such tenderness in gaze and touch, or the sugary, flowery scent emanating from the crook of your neck oh Hylia help him

"--and just like that! Ready to go again?"

Wait what.

Oh, he was screwed.

He didn't process any of that.

"... Can you show me one more time please?"

"Oh, sure!" You spun around and he mentally slapped himself at how quickly his eyes went to your hips.

"Why don't you take a break and watch me?"

With PLEASURE The blanket of moss on the stump beckoned him to sit.

"I'm gonna run through the whole routine and emphasize the parts you struggled on, okay?"

Link's chin dipped and you took a deep breath, shifting your focus to your expanding diaphragm. The words you had known so well belted out of you, and for a moment the forest seemed to have silenced themselves to hear your honeyed voice. The very air about you changed into something mystic as your hands snapped in front of you. The silken strip arced below your waist, before snapping up into a tight vortex above your head. A foot darted out and your hips shook to the imaginary beat, your body rolling as you bore a heavy, hooded gaze into the hero's soul.

His blown-out pupils followed your every movement, spellbound as your alluring eyes pulled him further and further into the depths. His mind blanked, his feet finding a mind of its own as he barely processed your quickly approaching figure. Your head bolted to look behind you; a loud gasp slipped your lips at the man's sudden proximity and a pair of arms circling your lower back.

"L-Link...?"

His face was mere inches away from yours, your doe-like eyes curiously peering at him through trembling lashes. His arms tightened, pulling you close enough to pick up traces of his earthy scent. The heat emanating from his body made you squeak and your eyes flew shut, heart racing and breath slowing.

The bright light of realization dispelled the desire that darkened his irises and alarm bells of every sort rang through his head in a demonic chorus.

"(F/N), I'm..."

Sorry.

Except it never left his lips.

As it became enveloped by the taste of you.

The clatter of twirlers hitting the ground was lost to you as you cloaked your arms about his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Your waist was beckoned by a gentle tug until your bodies were flushed together; a soft sigh fanned across your cheeks as Link's muscled frame nestled perfectly into your softer one.

A hand found residence in your hair and softly combed through it, jogging memories of him soothing you on your deathbed. Knees quivering, you leaned into him as happy tears dared to leak from your eyes. He moved his lips away from yours to kiss away the hot tears before landing a soft kiss on your temple. The middle of your foreheads pressed into each other as weathered hands cupped your cheeks, thumbing away the faint trail of tears.

"...sof..." He breathed.

"Hm...?"

"You're soft..." He muttered a little louder this time, the deep rumble in his chest tickling you slightly. He captured your lips in another faint peck and hummed.

"And warm..."

Another.

"And sweet..."

And another.

"Your lips are so addicting." He concluded, pressing one final kiss onto your forehead. You giggled at the buzzy tingling on your lips and he dipped into the crook of your neck.

"Come with me," he muttered into the flushed skin, "let's travel Hyrule together."

"Of course I'm coming with you." You carded your fingers through his hair, laughing at how he slinked into you. "We make a pretty great team, after all."

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[sizzlinbaconpeach]

Melded Memories

Just a Valenfield fanfic that has been sitting in my drafts for probably close to a year. I thought I'd share.

There was something cathartic about watching the flames envelop and scorch the pictures. It was slowly becoming easier to let go. He wasn't sure if it was the campfire smoke or the memories that stung at his eyes more, but he knew that either way, he was thankful the darkness of night and the campfire smoke obscured him from everything - like he only existed in this small bubble of light radiating from the logs - that now helped him erase and ease the pang in his heart.

He plucked another photo from the top of the opened box and paused to glance at it, the flames in his periphery trying to lick it out of his hand.

A small smile curled his lip as he gazed at their faces, the picture emanating pride and happiness from a moment in the past. But that's what photographs are - a frozen memory, a momentary clip of time that can never be reclaimed or changed. Only destroyed, so that memory might fade into the folds of obscurity, becoming harder to resurface in your mind the farther in time it travels. Isn't that what he was seeking? Didn't he want to forget it all? So why did he hesitate?

His thumb grazed over the photo, it was a rare relic before Raccoon City's destruction. He just so happened to have it developed before he left for Europe. And he's kept it ever since. But it was time to let go, time to let her go. He allowed himself to steal one final glance, to retreat into those memories just once more. They were both so young and had won the Skeet Shooting Competition as a team, together, just like they had always done. It had been her first time demonstrating all she had learned after their multiple lessons together at the shooting range.

He was initially doubtful if he could really teach her anything, as something like improved marksmanship usually came with practice. But he would have been a fool to turn down the opportunity to spend time with a pretty woman who was interested in something that he was good at. Great at, really. So when she mentioned that she was frustrated with her poor aim, the words just fell out of his mouth to invite her to the shooting range. He half said it because he never thought she would actually listen to his silly suggestion. But she accepted, was even eager and excited, which made him beam like an idiot. Those smiles seemed so mockingly optimistic now.

An intense guilt gnawed at his stomach; regret and deep sadness followed. He was naive to think they could walk away unscathed from this job. And stupid to believe he could protect her from it.

"Jill, stop!"

The awful reality replayed over and over again, like it was stuck on repeat. The pressure of her kick against his chest was fresh in his mind, like he could feel it ripple through him, clattering his insides around.

"I'm not going to hurt you!"

But that didn't mean she would do the same. With her weight against him, pinning him to the ground, and hands firmly clasped against his throat, he locked eyes with her. Eyes that were spilling over with emotion.

It was too much. For a brief moment he wanted to let her win, he wanted her to be able to rid herself of that tormented echo. Let her falling tears stab him like knives so that she didn't have to suffer anymore. But as he looked at her face, her twisted and crying face, he couldn't let this strip away another piece of her. He managed to break her grip, quickly flipped her off of him, and rushed for the door as it slammed shut between them. He could hear her thrashing around on the other side, that echo still driving her into a frenzy.

"I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do, Chris. Jill is not the same after everything she's been through. I - I think it best if you two... didn't see each other anymore."

"Where is Chris? Where is he? Is he okay? I want to see him! Please!"

"Jill, I want you to take some deep breaths. We just have to get the i.v. back in." The nurse tried to calm her with a firm but warm voice.

She saw the thick trail of blood running down the length of her arm, her palm tainted with the red blotchy stain. Her fingers felt sickly wet and uncomfortably sticky. Not again. She looked to the floor and saw the red drops leading to marks on the ground, that were smears of an indicated struggle. Please not again.

Her mind felt like it was on fire, in a daze and thick with a burning smoke. Her head was so heavy she barely had the energy to raise it. Her eyes felt like they wanted to retreat back into her head to try and find relief from the ache all over her body, but there was no relief. More tears fell out of her eyes as the needle pierced her skin.

"I'm not just going to give up on her like that!"

"No one is suggesting that she is a lost cause. Just... just that she needs -- distance. Your presence seems to be a catalyst to her worst symptoms. There has been an obvious pattern. We feel it would be best for the safety of yourself, Jill and all staff, if you refrained from seeing her until we can come to a better solution."

Those words were perhaps what he needed to hear, no matter how difficult. He would do anything to help Jill in whatever way he could. Like travel half way across the globe to fight through countless abominations to find her, with the scars to prove it, just as he had done in Africa. Scars. Just like he had done when pulled that torturous device off her chest. He would do anything, right? Even if it meant... Were the doctors words the truth? Was he the catalyst?

"Chris! Don't --!"

He loved the sound of her laugh.

I can’t--! Don’t say another word!"

He watched as her head went back in amusement. She tightly gripped his arm, which she only did when he said something to really make her lose herself. They always created a symphony of joy together - something that was needed every now and again to balance the stress of what they were doing - much to the annoyance of some co-workers. Their laughs used to even have Wesker threaten to move their desks. They were always a great source of relief for each other.  

Could he go back to those long days of not hearing her voice? Or those restless nights with her whisper in the wind? He closed his eyes tight and rubbed them, his grip firmly stopping at the bridge of his nose. At least this time he knows that she is alive. Or is she?

Her pale skin and lackluster eyes tried so hard to show how resilient she was, tried in vain to put up a strong front. But Chris knew. She couldn't hide that from him, despite her best efforts. He could see that what she had endured had worn her down, taken pieces of her that she would never get back. There was a deep ache in his heart. And it burned Chris alive. It burned in his stomach. And it burned the back of his throat when he thought about it long enough. Knowing there was little to nothing he could do to help ease her struggle. Swallowing hard knowing he was the reason for it.

Chris gripped the armrest of the chair, turning his face toward the window, not able to make eye contact with the doctor who was so patiently waiting for a response. The sound of strained wood snapped in his ears.

"For her."

He watched as their faces bubbled and morphed, melting into monstrous tortured expressions, until the flames only left a gaping hole of nothingness. Something he felt was closer to the truth. How cruel fate can be. How much this job had taken from them. They would never be their plucky, rambunctious, adventurous, and wide eyed selves again.

The big crackles of the fire reminded him of the sound of gunfire.

"I can see their faces, Chris."

The phone startled him from his sleep - something he was thankful he finally slipped into. He glanced at the clock, the neon numbers reading back 1:12am. A sigh escaped his throat. 2 hours. He was finally able to sleep for 2 hours. He reached over and picked up the receiver, covering his eyes with his other hand. Was Forest drunk again?

Chris caught himself as he responded with a hello. It couldn't have been Forest. He was lost that awful, awful night. A night that stole the rest of Chris' nights away.

"Are you alright?" He shot up in bed, even he could hear his immense concern.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll be right over." He fumbled to grab an over shirt and his keys, "keep the light on, it helps. I should be there in 10 minutes."

He quickly gave himself a once over in the mirror, attempting to fix the hair that decided to stand at attention in his sleep. He quickly tied up his sneakers and headed out the door.

He practically ran to her apartment, wanting to shorten the, at the time, unbearable separation. What a fool he was to think those 10 minutes felt like the longest he had ever experienced in his life.

"I'm so sorry. I know - I know it's already so late --" She started as soon as she opened her door. Her eyes looked red and puffy, like she had been crying.

As he walked in, every single light was turned on in her small apartment. The bathroom light with the fan whirred in the background, the fluorescent buzzed overhead, and even the TV was turned on but muted.

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "hey, hey. It's okay. I was already awake."

"I didn't know who else to call..."

Chris' voice was soft, "don't worry. Here, sit down." He pulled one of her kitchen chairs out.

"I - I..." she sighed as she tried to piece herself together, "I just couldn't. I can't anymore. You know what I mean?"

He took the seat next to her, "well, yeah, as soon as you tell me."

That got a smile out of her as she dipped her head down. A hand coming up to her forehead.

"I know, I must sound so jumbled right now, I'm sorry."

He glanced at her shaking hand and reached out to rest his own on her arm,

"it's okay. Take your time."

Jill's big blue eyes shined with gratitude, as if a giant weight was lifted from her shoulders, "thank you. Thank you for coming." Her voice was a little shaky.

He gently squeezed her arm with a smile then looked around, "I see you took my advice. Though the electric bill will kill ya."

"Oh yeah?" she smiled and then sighed with relief, "but you're right. It does help."

"Yeah." He didn't mean for his response to sound so resounding in it's understanding, but maybe that would comfort her more. To know that she wasn't the only one who was afraid of the shadows and the haunting darkness of night.

His eyes weren't fixed on anything in particular but the images in his own mind, "sometimes the rain makes it worse..."

"Yeah..." He could see a chill run up her spine. "I can see their faces, Chris."

"Me too." He scooted his chair over next to hers as he wrapped his arms around her, "I see them, too. You're not alone, Jill." There was a slight break in his voice.

"Don't be upset, Chris."

She had passed out on their weekly run together. She had insisted on going, even though Chris had his doubts that morning. She looked pale, even paler than normal if that were possible. He tried to assure her and persuade her to do their exercises another day, but she could not be deterred. So he tried to adjust his pace, and she was able to maintain that for a while, but he started to notice her breathing becoming really labored, so he suggested going into the park to do some squats. She was barely able to get out her feigned 'I'm fine', before Chris could see what was about to happen. He was thankful he was standing right next to her to catch her fall.

"How long was I out?"

"About half an hour."

Jill somewhat rolled her eyes as she turned her head away with a heavy sigh, the hospital grade pillow under her head made a noise as the crisp linen rubbed against itself. She was clearly struggling with her new limitations and it frustrated her to no end.

"It's getting longer..." she softly added with a sad voice.

"What do you mean?" Chris crossed his arms over his chest while tilting his head to intently listen.

Jill continued to stare up at the ceiling, there was a depression to her voice, "the time. How long I'm out. It's getting longer."

"You've passed out multiple times?" Chris thought he sounded more like a father scolding his rebellious teenager.

She didn't respond. Just continued to presumably stare at nothing, or maybe it was because she didn't want to meet his eye. But her brows were knitted in what looked to be annoyance.

"Jill, why didn't you tell me?" His hands returned to the arms of the chair as he leaned in. He didn't think he did a good job of masking the anger in his voice. It hurt him that she didn't share that with him. And her response was sharp.

"I didn't think it mattered!" She sat up to finally meet his gaze.

"Didn't matter --?"

"I didn't want to be back here! I didn't want to be stuck in a stupid lab like I had been for years!" Her voice was raw, like admitting that broke a piece of her.

Chris fell silent. All words escaped his mind as none would be sufficient enough to ease that truth. He stared at her for a moment before casting his eyes to the floor.

"It should be me laying there. This never should have been placed on you..." His gaze became fuzzy as he continued to look down.

That's all I have - just a hodgepodge of slop. Just a bunch of fanficiton Valenfield love. I had a vague idea of what I wanted to write but then I always get side-tracked and/or forget what my original intention was, haha. Sorry - hopefully you can enjoy this scatterbrained mess!

#this story is hop hop hopping around XD #still love these two #just forever partners supporting each other <3 #thought I'd add some art too! #fanfiction

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

on time this week! lets goooooo!! thank you to the amazing @thequeenofthewinter and @skyrim-forever for tagging me!! tagging @umbracirrus @your-talos-is-problematic @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @wispstalk @gilgamish @viss-and-pinegar and anyone who feels like joining! no pressure as always <3

since i just finished my rewrite of the early chapters of Cycle of the Serpent and posted a new chapter, i'm bringing an excerpt from another wip. i have no idea when this one will even remotely get finished, as it's one that i come back to and then leave alone for months on end, but i love the slow working of it. so, here's a tiny bit of my dragonborn frothar fic, "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"! this is an extremely rough draft, but i hope you enjoy!

The dragon didn't entirely sell Dagny on not telling their father, but it sure was interesting. Plus, if it got her moping brother out of Dragonsreach for a night, then maybe it'd be fun to send him on his merry way. The two crept through the halls, down past a locked door, through strange and unused corridors. How many basements and cellars did one castle need? Frothar cursed silently as he followed his sister through the dark, her own cloak concealing her form. He'd donned one for his travels, and was glad he'd done so. The chill under these stones sunk into his blood. He couldn't stop the shivers that raced up his spine at every cobweb, and wondered how many frost spiders he may have been standing above his entire life. Maybe this was where Farengar got some of his ingredients, but he wouldn't pry. That'd give away where he'd been. And he couldn't be sure, he didn't see anything larger than a typical house spider, but… "Stop." Dagny pushed a hand out in front of her. Frothar, lost in his thoughts, stumbled backwards, boots making a loud, metallic sound against his armor. "What? Why?" She turned back, brow scrunched. "Because you're stepping on my cloak, what else?" He hadn't realized how close he'd been walking behind her. Trusting her sense of direction, and losing himself in the examinations of his surroundings, he'd found that he'd been a mere hairs width away from her. He swallowed uncomfortably, scrunching his nose. "Ah." "Come on," she hurried him along, rolling her eyes. She gestured forward, her feet again finding graceful step along the stone, his shambling awkwardly behind her. For his younger sister, she sure was bossy. But, that had always been Dagny, since the moment she was born. The minute the girl learned how to talk, he'd watched her demand things, from her toys to attention to outings. She'd demanded horses to ride and blades to spar with and dresses upon dresses. He snickered every now and again thinking back on the first year of the Dragon Crisis, how one of the ones she'd had tailored had never arrived, and she sulked for weeks after. Last he heard, it wound up in the closet of some Thalmor general's daughter, but that was just gossip.

Frothar did his best to keep a subtle distance between the pair, but not too far as to get lost in the dark. Lanterns were a risk, so Dagny lead by a tiny candle and her hand cupped around the flame. The flickering illuminated the dust, the piles of hay, the musty stench that surrounded them filling his nose. "So, how come you knew of these tunnels, and I didn't?" He finally asked, Dagny stopping momentarily. Before he could ask why, she swayed the candle, dropping the hand that shielded the flame, metal on a small bench catching the gleam. A shrine to Talos, as solemn as the grave, buried deep beneath Dragonsreach. "These tunnels were built for times of war, didn't you pay attention? Farengar taught us all about them, but you just kept dozing off in his lessons." "Not my fault that he taught them on the Great Balcony," Frothar replied, thinking back on the early summer afternoons where the wizard taught them the history of their Hold - much to the dismay of both the children and the wizard himself - and the warmth of creeping sleep that Frothar did his best to resist, and failed fantastically on some days. He figured this must have been one of those days, and instead turned his attention to the shrine. The offerings were simple; coins, snowberries, and tundra cotton. Still, it sent a pang of familiarity through him, of the conversations his father and uncle had in secret, of Nelkir's idle gossip, the youngest being fully aware of their father's worship. Perhaps Frothar was the last of the siblings to become aware of this fact, and in a way, it sent another pang of worry into his heart. Did he miss even more important information? Was he truly sleeping through some of the lessons Farengar departed, the important ones? He didn't have any time to think this over, as Dagny trudged forward through the dark, winding her way through familiar pathways. Frothar fell in step behind her, not wanting to be left behind. He didn't want to know if he was right on the frost spiders being beneath the castle, or whether that was just his paranoia.

The door slid open with a loud, thunderous creak, the kind that made him wince and worry if anyone heard it. Dagny, unfazed, pushed through, blowing the candle out. Frothar looked at her with a knit brow, but Dagny waved it away. "I know my way through the tunnels," she explained. Apparently, she'd been doing this for a while. He looked out on the horizon. Whiterun sat in a basin of wide plains, between the rising mountains, much like the center of a delicate bowl. The wind brushed through his dark hair, and he stepped forward, grass crunching beneath his feet. He'd packed his things for this trek, but he had no idea just how much of his adventure was going to be him tracking down the dragon, or him trying to survive it. "Good luck. Oh, and Frothar? Next time Nelkir offers first, take it up, or I'm gonna have to drag you through the dusty basements again." He watched as Dagny turned and shut the door behind her, barring it. He was truly, completely on his own out here.

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[guilty-pleasures21]

Maybe this will just be my trash one.

1. Um ... yeah ...

Part 1 - the beginning

Part 2 - the car

Part 3 - the detectives

Part 4 - the contract

Part 5 - the clothes

Warnings: None

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     He glanced up briefly when she walked into his study, but quickly returned his attention to whatever document he'd been going over before she'd appeared. “I see you found the clothes.”

     X nodded in greeting at the well-dressed man seated in a corner of the room, then she lowered herself into the seat across from Miguel. “When did you get them?” 

     “I messaged one of my people while we were in the car,” he revealed to her, causing her stomach to flip at the memory of their journey over. “Do they fit?” 

     “Yeah, they're fine,” X waved his concerns away, not wanting to get into the fact that he'd only known her size because he still had her underwear. What had he done with it? Had he washed it and then kept it in his closet? Had he … used it at any point? Maybe to get himself off the thought of her? She shook her head quickly, clearing her mind, then returned her attention to the matter at hand. “Um, so, how should we start?” 

     It had only been a few hours since he'd brought her to his place, but the sooner they drafted a plan, the better. It would take ages, after all, trying to formulate a cure for cancer, and the quicker she was done with it, the quicker she'd finally be free to live her life as she chose. Miguel looked up at her and slid a stack of papers across the desk. 

     “First, we're going to draw up a contract,” he informed her, his tone all business-like. He sat back in his seat as she flipped through the pages, his eyes trained on her features to gauge her reaction. “I want to make sure we're both getting something out of this. I've already put down that you get full control over distribution of your product and your research. The profits, however, will be split 80 to 20 considering I'm investing all the capital and manpower. Let Matt know whatever you want put in the contract.” He gestured between himself then her, indicating who would be getting the majority of the profits as part of their deal. Then he gestured to the man sitting in the corner and Matt nodded at her in confirmation. 

     A partnership? Maybe not an equal one, but a fair one; according to how much he was contributing to the project. Her stomach fizzed with excitement at being given such an option - at finally being given some control over her own life - and she paused to consider what she wanted from him. He'd already given her what she'd requested in the car, she noticed as she skimmed through the papers he'd handed over to her. But what else could she get out of him. “What did you put in the contract?” 

     “Well, firstly, you'll be staying with me. Indefinitely.” He said it like it was obvious - like she had any other place she could go to and be so well taken care of. “That means some house rules, the most important one being no visitors - not without asking me first. And no men.” 

     She perked up with curiosity, her lips curling with amusement at the speed with which he'd added that last part. “Ever?” 

     “Never,” Miguel affirmed, his brow coming together in a warning frown. X snickered at his reaction.

     “Jealous much?” she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. 

     “Yes,” Miguel responded immediately. He wouldn't be with her until he'd proven to her that he deserved it; until he'd earned it. But that didn't mean he was going to let her be with anyone else in the meantime. 

     X looked up at him, surprised by his sombre expression. “Oh. Okay.” 

     “Next,” Miguel continued, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the shy smile that she tried to hide from him by lowering her head, “I will be kept informed of your location at all times. You'll be getting a new phone. Make sure it's always turned on. I need to know where you are.” 

     X wrinkled her nose at the thought. He'd be tracking her? Always? “Is there anywhere you won't allow me to go?”

     “No.” Miguel waved away her concerns, noting her irritated expression. “You can go anywhere you like. Just … You'll be associated with me now, arañita. And I have more than a few enemies in more than a few countries.”

     So he just wanted to make sure she was safe. She brushed aside the way her chest warmed at his concern. “Can I visit my family?”

     “Lo que quieras, princesa (whatever you want, princess). I'm not going to stop you,” he assured her calmly. X leaned over the desk at his response, a devious look crossing her features as she rested her chin in her palms. 

     “Can I bring them over?” she asked. Miguel nodded. 

     “Just let me know in advance.” He stopped to meet her gaze, his expression grim. “But I'm serious, cariño, there are dangerous people who won't hesitate to come after you. And I only have so many men to spare.” To his relief, X nodded in understanding. 

     “Okay,” she reassured him, leaning back in her seat. “I'll be careful about who I'm seen with in public.” She already knew what it was like having people threaten her family to get to her. She wasn’t going to put them through that again.

     Miguel relaxed in his seat, pleased that she understood his concerns. “Next, I won't be paying you a salary or an allowance, but if there's anything you want, let me know and I'll get it for you.”

     X furrowed her brows together. “Like, lab equipment and stuff?” 

     Miguel shook his head. “No. Like clothes, jewellery, tickets, that sort of thing. Anything.”

     X scrunched her brows together, confused and intrigued. “Anything?” 

     Miguel leaned forward, his eyes narrowed in challenge. “Anything.”  

     X rested her arms on the desk as she held his gaze. “A Rolex.” 

     “Done.” Miguel leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow as if asking for more. 

     “A Burberry trench coat,” she added after a pause.

     “One every winter.” 

     X leaned closer to him, her smile becoming more wicked. “A Bvlgari necklace!” 

     Miguel leaned forward as well, refusing to break her gaze. “One for every outfit in your closet.” 

     X sank back in her seat, thrilled. “Why?” 

     ‘Because I like the smile you give me whenever I do something to make you happy.’ Miguel shrugged. 

     “Okay.” X stood up, satisfied. Then she tapped her fingers against the back of the chair, thinking. “But I want to go through it with my lawyer when it's done.” Miguel narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. 

     “Your lawyer?” he repeated incredulously. X flashed him another devious grin, letting the silence draw on long enough for his curiosity to begin transforming into rage. She couldn't possibly be talking about her soon-to-be ex-husband of any of his corrupt associates! Could she? Finally, when she'd decided that she'd tortured him enough, she responded.

     “My sister's a lawyer,” she revealed to him nonchalantly. “She can help me out.” 

     Miguel sighed with relief. “I'll get Matt to send you a copy for your sister.”

     “Thank you, boss,” X joked, turning to leave. She closed the door behind her and Matt shifted in his seat, waiting until she was far enough away that he could speak without worrying that she'd hear. 

     “If you don't mind me asking,” Matt began, pausing to reconsider his question. “Why would you give her everything?” 

     Miguel tapped his fingers on his desk, trying to come up with an appropriate response. If he was being honest, he wasn't really sure himself. Or maybe he just wanted to admit it. Finally, he shrugged. “Because she deserves it.” 

     “Found it!” Miles raised a piece of X's smashed phone over his head and waved it at Gwen to get her attention. She tracked through the tall grass weeds separating them, careful not to lose her footing as she made her way over to him.

     “Great!” she exclaimed, eyes wide with hope as she looked up at him. “Is it usable?” Miles shot her an incredulous look.

     “It's all smashed up, Gwen!” He gestured frantically at the tiny fragments of phone bits they'd managed to recover thus far. “Even if we did manage to find all the pieces of the memory card, we'd have to, like, glue them all back together or something!” 

     “Well, at least we know for sure that he went this way!” Gwen replied, ever the optimist. Miles sighed and fixed her with one of those ‘really?’ looks that he only ever saved for her. It always made her stomach feel funny whenever he looked at her like that. But she never dwelled on it for long. Thankfully, his phone started ringing, supplying her with an excuse to pull her gaze away from him.

     “Pav?” Miles greeted their colleague on the other end of the line. “Please tell me you got something.”

     “The car he was using was a rental,” Pav informed him, cutting to the chase immediately. “I'm sending you the address of the company now.”

     “Yes!” Miles punched his hand in the air in celebration. Then he bid the tech whiz goodbye and hung up the phone.

     “Any leads?” Gwen asked him, crossing her fingers as she waited for his response.

     “Just one: he was using a rental the day he abducted Frankie's wife,” Miles revealed. Gwen's lips quirked at the ends, confused.

     “That's weird - he always has fake number plates,” she thought out loud. “Why didn't he just use his own car?” Unless he was worried that they'd gotten ahold of his plate numbers and would use those to track him down - information they'd only have if it had been passed to them by an informant. Miles shrugged, then smiled when Pav's message finally came through. 

     “Maybe Mr Viscuso can tell us.”

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[guardevoir]

Another fiber arts update!

Calendar nonsense again, first and foremost:

Days 5-7 were merino/linen, merino, and what I'm pretty sure is a merino/bamboo viscose mix that I had a sample of in a different colorway a couple months back.

The merino/linen will be an interesting challenge, both thanks to the linen content and because I want this to be contrasty and bold like the unspun fiber. The dyed merino is nice dyed merino but it's also dyed merino; been there, done that, had the crocheting friend make a whole-ass shawl out of it. The tweed thing I actually like a lot, color-wise; the product photo never interested me, but irl it's giving Planet Earth with the blues and the splashes of green. Unfortunately, last time I spun this fiber, it kept drafting into clumps because the viscose is so much more slippery than the merino. Let's see if it's less annoying this time I guess. I'd like that, because this stuff makes really pretty yarn actually.

Then, projects:

50g of blue glitter merino down, 150 more to go. (*photo does not show all 50g, my bobbin is tiny. This was maybe 30g)

100g of purely spindle-spun Coburg Fox that I'll now put off washing forever:

I can't skein things nicely to save my life, but what else is new, lol

Put some more glitter merino onto that spindle because I have no impulse control:

The lighting's shit because I was making yarn on company time again, but this stuff is a lovely swamp green, I love it, and I'll never escape the glitter merino. Doing a relatively low-twist, soft single this time; might keep it as a 2-ply or try cabling it to bulk it up a little, not sure yet. I had both a couple grams of sample and the stuff from my advent calendar, so that's neat. Maybe I'll make a wrist distaff out of it; I need one, and it'd be an impressive fiber for it.

And, last but not least, free samples I got!

I'll do a stash update Soon (it, uh. fully hit me that I'll need to spin 700 grams of yarn for christmas lmao. That's about 1.5 lbs. oops!), but I didn't get around to it yet. So, for now, samples! Not shown is the swamp green sparkle merino, because it's been spun.

Left to right: some of the expensive Ashford merino/silk (gorgeous!!! and soft, but oof ouch I better not like this one too much), dyed merino (is dyed merino, I mostly just wanted to see the color irl), polwarth/silk/yak (I am very intimidated, but this is also the warmest thing I've ever touched. Also something I hopefully won't like too much), and dyed (tow) flax (gave it a very quick try, drove me nuts. Maybe I'll get used to it!)

I also have a new shawl made of my handspun stuff, but I didn't get a picture of it yet that actually does it justice, so. Soon! I hope!

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