#so i had to determine which ones I needed to skip frames for and which ones to use all the frames

[notmoreflippingelves]

#elena of avalor #beauty and the beast #batbedit #disneyedit #eoa edit #belle x beast #estebalena #kinda but also not kinda #I think a lot about the fact that it's been confirmed that this is an intentional homage #like EoA series supervising director Elliot M. Bour was just like casually bringing BATB into things as an Easter egg #since it was his first job in animation #and like don't get me wrong; I LOVE that he did this. I just don't know how he expected anyone (i.e. me) to be normal about it afterwards #once you've introduced BATB; it ceases to be a fun and casual reference and just makes the literature major girlies go feral #i thought this was gonna be a quick and easy little project but it wasn't #the parallels are all there but they're in slightly different order in EoA than the original and the pacing for each reference is differen #so i had to determine which ones I needed to skip frames for and which ones to use all the frames #and then try to figure out the speed from there #the coronation day scenes were very hard to color because the grey skies and muted filter kind of whitewash the characters #like you don't even understand i added so MUCH vibrance and saturation to the 4th and 5th gifs but elena's skin still is just gray #and the coloring is still just a very very mixed bag #also i've realized that while I don't think it was an intentional reference in the same way BATB was #anna's sacrifice and resurrection from frozen is perhaps just as --if not more-- a clear parallel to the coronation day scene than BATB #so maybe I will do that one someday too? #once i psych myself up again to try coloring coronation day again #which i imagine will be awhile #these do not look like the same scene and pretty much the same scene at all even if i tried to use the same psd when i could #and edit them to make the coloring as close as i could

[marciaillust]

Heyooo! It’s me again (i hope i’m not bothering you by asking questions like these) I started making a comic and I’m struggling with the typography

Any tips or recs to look? I really like your work and that’s why I am asking :)

Heyo!

I can dish out a few tips but they aren't really hard rules so take them with a grain of salt and artistic freedom.

The most important thing imo is the presentation of the text on the page. The shape and number of speech bubbles will be registered way before any of the contents so it needs to looks the part. 

The first tip would be generally avoid the speech bubbles being overly thin and long. The example below is pretty tame but believe me, I’ve read comics with the wormiest of speech bubbles and they tend to not look good.

Sometimes the automatic alignment of the text will look closer to a square (especially if there are many short words in a sentence) so feel free to go in and move the text around via the enter key so it looks more like the rhombus. You won't always be able to achieve it especially if the first word in a sentence is long (e.g. the word "hypothetically") but a rhombus should be the goal.

While we're on the topic of speech bubbles I like mine to have really short "tails" (the bits that indicate who is speaking), unless I REALLY want to make sure the reader knows who is speaking in a scene.

 Also I always make the tails point directly towards characters mouth unless it would make the scene confusing (for example if two characters have mouths really close to each other or something, I might make one tail point a bit higher/lower/to the left/right to differentiate between the two speakers. But that’s like a super specific problem and could be avoided with proper frame layout.)

And like, never skip the tails unless its the same character monologuing at length. Nothing breaks emersion more than when you have to stop and turn into an investigator to determine who is speaking in a scene.

Now for the fonts themselves, in my opinion the size of text should be unified between speech bubbles and across pages when it comes to a single font. Example, all casual speech - arial, 14; all thought bubbles - Calibri, 15. 

That is of course unless there is artistic merit to changing the font and/or font's size. Making someone yell, suggesting a threat or sarcasm, indicating a playful tone or something akin to that -  lean into what you're trying to communicate visually.

All fonts are not made equal and sometimes you will have to adjust things manually e.g. letter spacing or line spacing. Generally I try to keep the spacing the same regardless of the font, e.g. "yay exciting" had massive gaps between the lines which I've shrunk to make it look more visually cohesive with the rest of the dialogue. Same with these ones:

At the end of the day typography and everything pertaining to speech bubbles is design work and what designs do is communicate a message and serve a function. I’ve had this picture saved on my pc for years now (reverse google search doesn’t tell me who made it but it’s like the bible to me so I will share it, I am almost certain it was made by tryinghuman but I might be wrong):

Really every part of a speech bubble can be “designed” down to a single word. The position of text, fonts, the shape of the bubble etc. And every change will culminate in an effect and the goal is to have that effect reflect what you’re going for.

Make it legible or illegible, make it see-through, capitalise one word, cover speech bubbles up with other objects, make them crack or fall apart. Not every speech bubble needs special treatment! But once in a while it’s nice to throw something different in to spice things up.

Also, and this is a rule that was bestowed upon me during a graphic design class, don’t use more than 3 fonts per page (again, unless there is artistic merit to it like e.g. purposefully trying to communicate a sense of chaos. Otherwise it just looks a bit unprofessional. In my opinion anyway.)

And the last thing I will say, and this mostly applies to comics in English, is some “speech” fonts include capital “I”s both with and without serifs. The serif I should generally be reserved for the pronoun “I”.

There is so much more when it comes to text in comics like the flow of bubbles across pages, splicing text across bubbles for communicating speech patterns or intentions of the characters, and there are tutorials about it out there but I wasn’t able to find my favourites on command............. sorry................ But I’m peppering this in just so you’re on the lookout for all the other cool things that go into comic making :)

Hope this helped!

#tutorial #i guess

[respectthepetty]

Following your last post. Are you able to summarise or explain why you love Taiwan BL so much?

I ask because I too love Taiwanese BLs but……I can’t pin point why. Is it because the first ones I watched was top tier?! (Loooking at you fighting Mr2nd and History4) or is there a different frame work that draws us in?

I don’t know and can’t seem to explain it so I has rushed here after your post and express my need for you to someone explain or put into words, WHY WE LOVE TAIWANESE GAYS?!?

Anon, I've listed a few times why I love Taiwanese BLs (like here and here), but I love them soooooo much, I will gladly do it again!

Strangely enough, I have an ask sitting patiently in my inbox requesting I rank the HIStory franchise, but since I love Taiwanese BLs, it's hard for me to pick between my favorites, which I had to do for Taiwanese BLs in general when I was asked to rank my top five. However, HIStory 4: Close to You rules above ALL BLs regardless of country. I love it! It is the best. I will fight people and their pets for it.

But you know I cannot keep things short, so . . .

10 Reasons I Love Taiwanese BLs

*presented in no particular order*

The shows are visually pleasing.

The cinematography especially the color editing and the lighting are good quality. As a color demon, I've noticed the emphasis on colors even in Taiwanese non-BL series I've watched. I'm superficial. They're pretty!

The men are visually pleasing.

Beyond the production aesthetics, the actors themselves are easy on the eyes. Every single main character is unexpectedly hiding a body-ody-ody under his clothes which he reveals in the most natural ways. The camera doesn't linger on the body. The bodies are just bodies. But they are oh-so-very pretty bodies.

The attraction is obvious.

Taiwanese BLs are high heat. The characters will flirt. They will stare longingly at each other. They will playfully touch each other. They will have sex. The characters want each other, physically, and we see that. And it won't be saved until the final episode. The attraction develops in a way that feels natural, and if there is hesitation regarding sex, once they figure out the mechanics, the characters embody the "practice makes perfect" motto.

The beds are used.

Domesticity is at the core of a Taiwanese BL. We see characters cooking in kitchens, often. We see them sleeping in beds without sex being involved. An entire scene can be focused around the characters doing household chores such as laundry, washing dishes, or mopping. The characters are building a home together as partners, and we constantly see that.

The families are caring.

For every shitty family member, there are three others who are determined to win a PFLAG award. We see characters' siblings, parents, and found family members being supportive of their relationship and fighting other family members who step out of line.

The secondary pairs deliver.

When the story isn't focusing on the main couple, I still care about the second (and sometimes third) pair. Their stories might not always be fully fleshed out, but they don't distract from the main couple nor make me want to skip over their parts. The secondary couples are also involved in the stories outside of their romance. They are connected to the overall story and help to push the narrative forward.

The couples are queer.

This seems like a given since we are dealing with BLs, but Taiwan has delivered very few high school and university BLs, and even when it does, they aren't presented as a coming-of-age story. Characters already know they are queer, or if they realize it, they don't panic. For example, in About Youth, both characters confessed they hadn't kissed anyone before, but it wasn't depicted as an "ah-I'm-gay" moment. Even in DNA Says Love You, the reveal wasn't cause for a crisis; it was a moment of relief. In my fave, HIStory 4, the main character realized he liked his friend, sat on that revelation, then licked his friend's mouth and told him he loved him. Very pro kissing-the-homies.

The couples are adults.

Because Taiwan hasn't produced many high school and university BLs, a majority of its shows are focused on adults, with jobs, and families, and baggage. As mentioned above, the main conflict is never a character understanding his queerness. It's usually him trying to balance his relationship with all the other issues life brings him like a work deadline, the mafia, or ghosts. You know, adult issues.

The couples are enemies-to-lovers, lite.

My favorite kind of couple dynamic is "I'll kill (for) him" and Taiwan knows how to deliver this. Even when couples move past the enemies stage, there are moments when they look at each other as if they could kill each other, and that warms my heart. The couples argue. They fight. They plot each other's murders. Then they eat dinner together and hold each other in bed. Love isn't all rainbows and sunshine in these BLs, and Taiwan shows that it's not just about who will fight with you, but who will fight for you that matters.

The country has marriage equality!

I'm going to get political - I don't even believe in the institution of marriage, but I'll throw hands for everyone's right to marriage equality. People deserve the right to get married, and Taiwan granted its people that right in 2019; then, this year, it made it legal for same-sex couples to jointly adopt a child. Taiwan has a tension-filled relationship with China due to disputes about Taiwan's independence, and we all know how China censors the homos. Therefore, I love Taiwanese BLs flexing its gay rights muscle all of the time. Other countries are fighting the good fight for their rights, but if it came down to my last little international dollar, I want to support the countries that support us and not those that are profiting off our community without investing in our community members' rights. So at the end of the day . . .

I love whatever Taiwan gives me.

So these are the reasons I know Kiseki: Dear to Me will be one of my favorites.

The show and the men are visually pleasing. It is giving us queer adult couples stacked on top of other queer adult couples then cameos of even more queer adult couples. We've gotten enemies-to-friendly roommates, where the attraction is obvious, so now we must wait for the lovers part even though they had already cooked, cleaned, and slept in the bed by the second episode. When we meet the families of these crazy little bastards, we are going to love them.

Oh, and there will be a proposal.

TAIWAN SUPREMACY!

#Taiwanese BLs #I love them because they are queer #Kiseki: Dear to Me WILL be a favorite #HIStory franchise needs to give me HIStory 6: Freed #RIGHT NOW! #Let my man be free

[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized (8) - A BG3 G/t fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

Read on ao3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Summary: The group are finally ready to enter the Goblin Camp, and Ria is determined to join them...but what will she do when they refuse to bring her along? And, much to her horror, her brain is plagued by thoughts of Astarion of all people...and they aren't unpleasant.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Warnings: Course language/swearing

Word count: 3.4k

“Concentrate little istik!”

Lae’zel’s blaring voice shook Ria out of her thoughts, her tiny dagger gripped loosely in her hand as she stared at her target – a giant red apple that Wyll had spared from his rations.

“S-sorry!” she spluttered, shaking her head lightly. Her mind had been distracted since the events of yesterday when Astarion had offered to make peace with her. She noticed he had started to act differently around her this morning as well – his snidey remarks had severely lessened to a degree, instead of flat out insulting her, there was a layer of gentle teasing to his tone when he spoke to her. Not only that, but he had started to look at her differently, too. His gaze oddly softened when he stared down at her now, which made her stomach do somersaults each time he glanced her way with that look.

No, stop thinking about him, I need to focus.

At this rate, she would never be able to concentrate on Lae’zel’s training. While she was in the gith’s good books, she hated to think what would happen if she were to piss Lae’zel off.

“K’chakhi!” Lae’zel hissed, narrowing her gaze down at the borrower. “You are clearly distracted, little istik. I need your full attention if you are going to learn the ways of Creche K’liir.”

Ria had no idea what ‘k’chakhi’ meant, but judging by Lae’zel’s tone, it obviously didn’t mean something good.

“I won’t get distracted again,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m ready.”

Lae’zel pursued her lips in thought. “Chk. Go ahead, little istik.”

She gripped her small dagger until her knuckles turned white before exhaling slowly. Centring herself, she lunged towards the ruby-red apple with calculated precision before unleashing an array of slashes onto the fruit. Whilst the apple was still incredibly large compared to the borrower, the impact of her blade on the fruit did jostle it slightly.

Heaving a sigh, she stepped back as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. She craned her neck up at the gith, hoping that her efforts were acceptable.

Lae’zel’s face was as hard as stone, revealing no sign of true emotion behind her cold glare.

Ria’s heart skipped a beat as the silence became louder.

After what felt like an eternity, Lae’zel finally spoke.

“That is acceptable, little istik. You have improved, albeit only slightly.” The very small traces of a smile tugged across her mouth.

Relief swelled in Ria’s chest upon hearing the gith’s words. At least she was making progress.

“You still have a long way to go,” Lae’zel mused. “But do tell me, what is it that has you so distracted? That cannot happen again if you are to truly learn the ways of my people.”

Ria hesitated, her mouth suddenly going very dry. Was it a good idea to tell Lae’zel the truth? Did she even want to tell her the truth?

No, I can’t tell her.

“It’s nothing!” Ria answered. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Lae’zel arched an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t press her on the matter further.

“Chk. Fine, little istik.” Lae’zel dropped to one knee, her gaze focused on Ria’s small frame.

“Continue.” 

Inhaling a deep breath, Ria emptied her mind and pushed the thoughts of Astarion out of her brain. There was literally no reason for her to be so distracted. She didn’t even like Astarion anyways – she would be out of her mind to even entertain the idea. Right?

Shaking her head, she returned her focus back to the task at hand. Lae’zel was watching intently and she could feel the gith’s gaze searing into the back of her neck. Gripping her dagger firmly, she swallowed thickly.

Just as she was turning to attack, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Astarion having a conversation with Wyll. In that moment her entire body froze, her gaze completely fixed on Astarion. She drank in his features, noticing how his eyes crinkled as he laughed at something that Wyll must’ve said, the smile lines deepening on his face. The exaggerated hand movements that he made as he replied to Wyll’s remark had such a flair that Ria couldn’t describe – she hadn’t noticed it before, had he always done that? She could almost hear her heart threatening to tear itself out of her ribcage.

And then – his laugh – why did that have such an effect on her?

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel bellowed from above, shaking Ria out of her thoughts. “You are clearly too distracted today, little istik. We can resume when you are serious about this.”

“I’m sorry!” Ria quickly said moments before Lae’zel stomped off, the gith’s footfalls rattling the ground so violently that she nearly lost her balance.

Shit…well done, I’ve now pissed off the most terrifying person in the whole camp.

A knot began to form in her stomach, a manifestation of the shame that was threatening to swallow her whole during that moment. A long sigh heaved past her lips as she tried to process her emotions. Why was she getting so flustered over Astarion of all people? Sure, they had decided to start afresh the previous night, and he had been surprisingly nice to her after she had persuaded the group to rethink his feeding habits. But he had still tried to eat her, as well as everything else he had done. There was literally no logical reason why she was feeling this way, and yet…she couldn’t ignore the feelings that swelled in her chest.

Gods, something is VERY wrong with me.

Violent earthquakes nearly caused Ria to fall off balance as everyone gathered around the centre of the camp not far from where she was standing. Being surrounded by towering giants was certainly something she would never get used to.

“I think we need to discuss our plan of action,” Wyll announced. “The Goblin Camp is right up ahead. We should think about what we’re going to do first once we get there.”

“I think we should rescue the druid, Halsin, before we approach any of the goblin leaders,” Shadowheart chimed in. “Perhaps he could assist us with getting rid of the goblins.”

“Do you reckon we could grab a pint of beer while we’re there?” Karlach said. “I’ve heard goblins always have some kind of alcohol not far away. Oh, and food! Could we please eat something there too?”

Ria anxiously listened as her giant companions discussed their plans on infiltrating the Goblin Camp, her heart hammering in her chest. If she was going with them, she had to ask them about it now or it would never happen.

Once there was a moment of silence, she loudly cleared her throat, and sure enough, multiple pairs of giant watchful eyes were suddenly now on her.

“Please take me with you!” she exclaimed, her face growing hot as she felt nervous with so many large eyes on her.  

“No, no, I’m sorry to say, but that isn’t happening,” Gale said firmly. “A Goblin Camp is no place for a borrower like yourself. It’s far too dangerous.”

“I agree with Gale,” Wyll added. “It wouldn’t be hard for a goblin to snatch you up – and gods forbid what kind of horrible things they would do to a borrower if they found one.”

Ria stared at her towering companions in dismay. This was not the response she had been hoping for at all.

“No, please, I’ve been training with Lae’zel!” she retorted. “I can look after myself. Besides, I could just tag along in someone’s pocket or something. I can be useful, too, sneaking into tiny areas unseen!”

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel hissed. “You are not ready, little istik. Especially if this morning’s training session is anything to go by, you have a lot to learn.”

“For once, I agree with Lae’zel,” Shadowheart said. “It’s far too dangerous for you, Ria. You’ll be a lot safer here.”

“B-but-“

“I promise we’ll bring you along another time,” Wyll smiled down at her warmly, his gaze softening as he saw how distraught she was. “But I think it’s best if you stay in camp for today. You can tag along when we’re not infiltrating a camp full of goblins.”

“No, you don’t understand!” Ria protested. “It’s important that I go with you to the camp. There’s…there’s someone I need to talk to there.”

A hushed silence fell over the group as everyone exchanged confused glances with one another.

Oh, right…they don’t know. I can’t tell them about the goblins, I promised Astarion I wouldn’t.

“And who exactly would that be?” Gale asked, one eyebrow raised.

Astarion shot her a tentative look, his brows furrowed as he watched to see how she would respond.

“M-Minthara, one of the goblin camp leaders,” Ria answered truthfully. “She…I’ve heard that she knows some things about the disappearance of borrowers. I need to find out why – this is the only lead I’ve had on any of my kind in years!”

Gale gazed down at Ria tenderly, his eyes softening with a mixture of understanding and confliction. “I understand this is very important to you, Ria, but it is simply far too dangerous. However, I will ensure that we’ll discuss this matter to Minthara when we find her and press her for answers. You can count on that.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, soldier!” Karlach added. “We won’t leave until we find out everything that we can. I promise.”

Ria felt utter helplessness constrict her body as everyone seemed content on not letting her go with them. Her plan was falling apart right before her eyes. Not that she didn’t doubt that Gale and the others wouldn’t ask Minthara for her, but she had failed to mention the blood merchant aspect and she wasn’t sure how she was going to explain her knowledge of that to everyone without going back on her promise to Astarion.

“Please, I need to come,” Ria pleaded, desperation hanging from her voice. “You don’t understand how important this is to me!”

“Ria, you can be assured that the Blade of Frontiers will carry out your request,” Wyll said. “We will press Minthara for everything that she knows about borrowers and we won’t leave until we do.”

Ria felt her resolve crumbling away like jagged pieces of stone. While she had managed to convince the group about other matters, letting them take her to the Goblin Camp certainly wasn’t one of them. At least she knew that they would find Minthara for her and hopefully she would tell them everything that she knows. Despite this, feelings of frustration boiled in her chest knowing that she wasn’t going to be there to question Minthara herself.

Large tremors shook the ground once more as everyone started moving around her, giant feet narrowly missing her tiny frame as they all began to prepare for the mission ahead. Ria remained frozen in her spot, watching with wide eyes as her giant travelling companions shifted around like towering buildings. Feeling somewhat defeated, she meandered over towards the dwindling campfire and sat down on the dusty ground. For now, she would have to settle with being alone with her thoughts until the others returned.

Violent earthquakes suddenly jolted her from her spot on the ground and she quickly craned her neck upwards.

“I see you’re stuck with camp duty,” Astarion chimed from above, smiling down at her. “How unfortunate for you.”

Ria sighed loudly and buried her face into her hands. She didn’t have the patience for Astarion’s usual bullshit right now. “Please, I don’t want to hear it, Astarion. Just leave me be.”

“Alright, have it your way,” he smirked. “I guess I won’t offer to take you with me if that’s what you want.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words vibrated through the air, her neck snapping up to look at him once more in disbelief. “W-what?”

“I think you heard me.” He dropped to one knee, his body casting a long shadow over her small frame. He extended his hand towards her, his palm facing up, beckoning for her to climb aboard.

Ria stared at his open palm. Her eyes widened open in utter shock; her jaw slightly ajar as she processed what was happening. Was he seriously offering to take her to the Goblin Camp? Her heart thumped fiercely against her chest as she tried to think clearly. Sure, she had seen a different side to Astarion the previous night and they had agreed that they would start over. But could she start to trust him so quickly? The last time she had been in his hands he had nearly ended her life.

“Well, do you want to come along or not?” Astarion asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I thought this was important to you.”

This might be my only chance. If I don’t go now then who’s to say I won’t ever get an opportunity like this again?

“Y-you’re really offering to take me to the Goblin Camp?”

Astarion flashed her a toothy grin. The glint of his fangs in the sunlight sent a flare of fear deep in her chest.

“Of course I am, darling. After what you did for me last night, it only seems reasonable that I repay the favour.” The tips of his fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if he was growing slightly impatient that she hadn’t clambered onto his hand already.

“Do you promise you won’t crush me?” Ria questioned, swallowing thickly.

“I’m not that careless,” Astarion said. “Besides, I would never waste such a perfectly good snack.”

Ria’s face fell, her skin growing hot as panic began to settle in her stomach. She knew he was most likely joking, but seeing his teeth in the light and how dangerously he loomed over her wasn’t exactly helping. However, there was another feeling there mixed in with her blatant fear. Her heart was racing, but not because she was scared – she felt oddly flustered by his comment, and that frightened her.

Astarion’s eyes instantly grew wide with alarm, his cheeky smirk vanished from his face and was soon replaced with something else – concern.

“Shit, I guess that was a little too soon, wasn’t it?” he said, a hint of worry laced his tone. “My apologies. I promise I have no intention of eating you.”

“Um, it’s okay,” Ria managed to choke out, inhaling a shaky breath. “I would strongly appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as food related things from now on.”

Astarion nodded. “As you wish.”

Any sensible borrower would call her a lunatic for willingly climbing onto a vampire’s hand. But her determination to find more of her own kind managed to stifle her overwhelming fear. Very tentatively she climbed onto Astarion’s open palm, her heart racing as she felt his fingers curl slightly around her tiny body.

Glancing upwards, she was met with Astarion’s piercing gaze once more. A small grin danced across his lips as he stared at her standing on his palm.

“You are such a dainty little thing, aren’t you?” he mused.

Ria grasped onto his thumb for support, a small shiver rippling through her body as the icy coldness of his skin seeped into her own. Despite the drop in temperature, blood rushed to her cheeks upon hearing Astarion’s compliment. He had just called her dainty – another word for describing something small and pretty.

Hating him was so much easier when he wasn’t making her feel so flustered.

“And you are an oversized leech,” she snapped back, shaking away the feeling of shame tangled in her brain.

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through the still air. “Such a charmer.”   

Astarion’s fingers softly folded around her tiny body, causing her to flinch from the movement, but her heart rate relaxed slightly as she remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He cupped her towards his chest, his sanguine eyes peering down at her trembling in the palm of his hand.

“Astarion, we’re leaving now!” Wyll’s voice resonated loudly through her ears and immediately Astarion shielded his fingers around her tiny frame.

“I won’t be long!” Astarion responded, the sudden loudness of his voice startling her.

The world quickly shifted all around her in a matter of seconds, and she found herself being lifted upwards into the air. Before she had a moment to react, she was falling into soft, plush fabric. She turned her head upwards, a window of light shining down on her from above.

A single crimson eye loomed above her, fixated on her as she sat trembling against the fabric.

“Comfortable enough my dear?”

Astarion’s voice rumbled all around her, his words intensified now that she was so close to his chest and it sent vibrations throughout her entire body.

“J-Just don’t forget about me, okay?” she said shakily. “And remember to find Minthara. Please.”

The giant ruby eye staring down at her merely blinked, the corners creased ever so slightly, suggesting that he was smiling.

“Don’t worry, darling, I can assure you that you won’t be forgotten in there,” he mused. “It’s quite hard not to, your heart is fluttering so loudly in your chest.”

Heat quickly licked across her face like fire and she immediately turned away from his piercing gaze. His comment only caused her heartrate to increase and she felt embarrassment flaring in her stomach. It bothered her that, despite her small stature, he was still able to detect a tiny heartbeat such as hers.

Stupid vampire with his stupid super senses.

The shining light vanished from above as Astarion sealed the lip of the pocket, trapping her completely inside. She was in complete darkness now, and after a few moments of her eyes blinking, she slowly adjusted to the lack of light. Borrowers didn’t have Darkvision like elves, however, they were still able to see about 10 metres in front of them in very little light. It wasn’t as good as Darkvision, but it was still incredibly useful, especially for a borrower.

The pocket wasn’t as roomy as the tent that Gale had set up for her in camp, but it was big enough that she could stretch her legs if she pleased. She leaned her back against the wall of the pocket, or, rather, Astarion’s chest. If he were alive, from this spot this is where she would be able to feel and hear his heartbeat. But instead of that, she was greeted with silence. It was slightly unnerving, but she didn’t dwell on it.

I can’t believe I’m putting my trust in a vampire of all people…

Swallowing a lump that had begun to form in her throat, she ignored the clawing feelings of doubt swarming her brain. It was too late to back down now, and as much as she disliked it, Astarion was her best shot at finding out more information about her kind. She only hoped that Minthara would share any information that she may have, and if she didn’t…well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Shifting around in her position inside the pocket, she attempted to make herself comfortable. If anything, at least Astarion had excellent taste when it came to clothing – the fabric inside the pocket was incredibly soft and plush, and if she wasn’t careful, she could most definitely drift off to sleep.

No, don’t fall asleep! Stay awake!

Using her fingers, she forced her eyelids to remain open, shaking her head slightly as she moved around inside the pocket to stay awake. There was no way she would allow herself to fall asleep inside the pocket of a vampire, despite her mixed feelings towards him.

Suddenly applied pressure squashed Ria inside her fabric prison, and she let out a startled squeak in response as panic spiked through her chest.

“As-Astarion!” she spluttered, her body being crushed by what she assumed must’ve been his hand pressing against the outside of the pocket.

“Sshhh,” a loud, rumbling voice cooed all around her that was somewhat muffled due to the fabric. “Stop fidgeting around in there, you are awfully distracting.”

Heat brushed along her face as she quickly ceased struggling. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face right at that moment.

“F-Fine, I’ll stop!” she said breathlessly.

And just as soon as it was there, the pressure was gone.

Ria inhaled a shaky breath, grasping at the walls of fabric for some kind of support as she steadied herself.

It was going to be a long day.  

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Raffle Prize: Undercover w/ Law & fem!reader

a/n: 1st prize of my raffle with @mamma-marimo being the lucky winner!! congrats again, my dearest. she requested:

An idea I had in mind is maybe Law and an F!reader (can be Gn if you prefer) are at some sort of costume party or are undercover where they have to go together as partners so it creates that sort of sexual tension with lots of stolen glances? It’s totally up to you of course so feel free to go wild and do what you’d like! I’ll also happily leave it up to you to decide either it’s sfw or nsfw :)

i was SO excited to write for this because the prompt was so fun and it's been a while since i wrote Law. also what can i say? when you said "feel free to go wild", i did and now it's a whole lot longer than the promised 1.5k (￣▽￣*)ゞ i don't think you mind though. hope you enjoy this piece, i had fun writing this!

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns used but terms like "girl" and "queen", reader wears a dress, mention of lace underwear, "cunt" used to describe gentials), ns.fw under the cut, dirty talk, vaginal penetration, breath play, handjobs (reader giving & receiving), oral (reader receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (no breeding or pregnancy implied), exhibitionism (they're not being caught though), hints of misuse of devil fruit at the very end but nothing descriptive. please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 5.3k

“So, what do we look like?”

You do a little twirl in your dress, letting the feather coat slip slightly off your shoulders as you strut up and down the lounge in your heels, the half veil covering your nose and mouth fluttering slightly. Law leaned in the door frame behind you, also dressed up from head to toe, wearing his finest suit and a feather coat matching yours and a fake beard you couldn’t talk him out of. Both of you went extra on the golden accessories, including two small crowns, making you king and queen. You also spent a whole hour on your makeup, trying to draw the perfect winged eyeliner until Law lent you the steady hand of a surgeon, mastering it at his very first try. Needless to say that the way he tilted your head in his hands and his golden eyes lingering on you made your heart drum in your chest…

Bepo was on the edge of his seat, holding up his imaginary 10 points sign, his eyes sparkling. Shachi and Penguin didn’t seem to be very impressed, sitting cross legged on the sofa, chins resting on their palms, their eyes following you across the room.

“Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopper, spectacular–” “Hilarious.” “Party theme must be ‘bird farm’.” “You look rich but in a ‘killed my rich ex-husband because he didn’t pay alimonies’ way.” “Starting a petition to get rid of our overalls and get whatever you two have going on here.”

Your captain shuts them all up with a little tsk, taking a step forward so he stands next to you, your shoulders almost touching. As he was twirling his fake beard between his fingers, you noticed there was a determined sparkle in his eyes; you could tell he was excited about the upcoming mission. Your heart skips another beat when your glances meet and he gives you a slight smile – thankfully half of your face was veiled, hiding your blushing cheeks.

“We’ll get that treasure map in no time and will be far gone already when they notice they’ve been robbed. Right, y/n-ya?”

Right. In a room full of high-ranking marines hosting a costume ball, what could go wrong for two wanted pirates, one of them head over heels in love with their captain? Still, you slap hands with him in agreement which is when you notice a detail both of you have overlooked.

“We still need some gloves for you, Law.” Your fingers brush over the back of his hand, tracing the tattoo of his jolly roger and the letters spelling out DEATH. “Can’t risk someone recognizing you by those.”

Bepo rushes off to get him some gloves while Law’s hand lingers a second too long in yours for it to be an accident, hesitant when he pulls back to smoothen down his suit, coughing slightly. Suddenly your own coat is very interesting, your fingers playing with the hem of it to keep them occupied as if they weren’t tingling from being skin on skin with your captain a few seconds ago.

After discussing the plan one more time (infiltrate the castle where the ball is held, find out which room they keep the treasure map, steal it, run off, success), you’re all settled and Law gives the command to emerge the Polar Tang. 

“Nervous?” He glances over to you, waiting to open the door for you both to step out into the night. You take a deep breath in. “About a few marines? Never.”, you laugh, checking yourself out one last time in a tiny pocket mirror. Marines didn’t scare you. Pretending to be a couple with Law as if you weren’t thinking day in, day out, about what his lips would feel like on yours? Yeah, about that… “Good. I’ll watch out for you anyway. You’re safe with me.” Law smirks as he adjusts your crown, leaning down so you could fix his, too. 

It was a rare sight, him without his signature hat, and you quite enjoyed it. Usually the only times you would see him without it were when he came out of the bathroom late at night, a towel draped around his neck and you would be quick to lower your gaze, trying not to check him out but of course you did anyway – and he knew. He’d mumble your name and you’d stutter out his as you passed each other in the hallway; you peeking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his broad back, him turning around before he entered his captain quarters, watching you tiptoe around the corner.

You roll your shoulders before you step out into the warm summer night, waving your comrades goodbye before Law uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you both to the shore where your act begins. He holds out his arms for you to link with his and both of you slide effortlessly into the crowd walking towards the brightly lit castle. Despite their costumes you recognize some familiar admirals and for a moment you get nervous, asking yourself if you’re both disguised well enough which is when Law puts his hand on yours, calming you down. He must have noticed your grip tightening around his arm. You exchange quick glances and somehow it’s enough to reassure you that you got this; that you’ll walk out of this together whole and will sail many, many more seas together.

If it wasn’t for all the marines around you, walking up the stairs with Law would feel like a fairy tale coming to life. You did feel very rich and elegant in your evening dress, even more flattered since Law was the one who picked it out when he prepared your mission. Usually he wasn’t the best at disguises but this time he really outdid himself and so far everything went smoothly. Everyone was so busy with themselves that you were barely drawing anybody’s attention, except when you were in the way at the buffet line.

Law and you had decided to wander around between the other guests for a while, trying to overhear conversations of a person bragging about some treasures hidden in this castle. Since the egos of the higher marines were bigger than life it was very likely you would be successful in no time – even though that would also mean that your couple mission would come to an end sooner than you wanted it to be, because admittedly, feeling him this close and acting like lovers felt like a dream coming true.

A live band is playing, guests are talking and laughing loudly, the atmosphere was very loose and lively; everyone here tonight came for a good time. You could see some whispering in secret behind their masquerades, glasses of champagne clinking together, people swaying on the dancefloor with hands wandering sinful places when they thought no one was watching. Meanwhile Law had put his arm around your waist as you wandered around, making sure the two of you didn’t get seperated in the crowd, but also to give you discreet tapping signals when something caught his attention. 

Two taps and you search for his eyes, following them across the room to a group of important looking men huddled together. Another tap and you look over your shoulder, keeping an eye on what was going on behind you. For an outsider the two of you just looked like lovers, clinging to each other, exchanging glances and looking away shyly. You could feel your heart drumming in your chest, his tight grip on your hips making it hard for you to focus. Every now and then Law would lean down to you to whisper his observations in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making it extra hard to focus on anything he was saying. In fact, you started to feel dizzy from the noise, the stuffy air and your crush holding you in his arms. It was all a bit too much at once.

“You look like you could need some air, y/n-ya.”

Law looks at you slightly worried, using his teeth to take off one of his gloves despite you hissing at him not to – even though he looked very enticing doing so. He does it anyway, placing his hand in the back of your exposed neck to feel your temperature. Your eyes flutter wide open, startled from his bare skin on yours and a small gasp escapes your throat, only audible for Law. His golden eyes linger on you for a second and it feels as if he’s reading you like an open book; then he takes your hand without a word in his, guiding you across the room. He grabs a water bottle from the buffet as you’re passing it by and shortly after you step out through the huge open back doors into the garden.

The garden is as opulent as the castle but far quieter than the busy ball room, the music only muffled and only a few other people being outside, smoking, kissing, crying – some everything at once. Law doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re both in the shadows of an old tree, hidden from the eyes of others. You pull down your veil and take a deep breath in relief, leaning against the trunk while your captain hands you the water after opening the bottle for you. He musters you up and down and you’re unable to hold his gaze, still flustered from earlier where his lips almost touched your ear and his whispered words set your insides on fire. 

“What’s your diagnosis, doctor? Bad-nerves-syndrome?”, you ask jokingly between two sips, trying to gloss over the fact that your crush on him might be that oblivious.  “Luckily we found a cure for that.”, Law smirks, loosening up a bit now that you’re back to your old self again. Without ever admitting it, he was really worried about you earlier, feeling slightly regretful about dragging you on a mission like that.

He leans next to you against the tree, your shoulders touching and you find yourself scooting slightly closer, the back of your hands brushing. You take another glimpse at him in the safety of the dimly lit garden, admiring his side profile. If only he would lean in for a…

You freeze when he turns his head, looking at you with a grin. Could he read minds? Was this a function of his devil fruit powers you didn’t know about? Wait, was he hearing all of these thoughts now, too? 

“Change of plans, y/n-ya. We’re not going back in there.” You raise an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “We got a few clues about the whereabouts of the treasure map, let’s just search every room until we find it.”

And just like that Law takes your hand once again, guiding you deeper into the garden from where you got a good view of the whole building. His hands without the gloves on feel very warm, almost as if they were made for yours only, a perfect fit. Law pulls out a building plan and with all the clues you overheard during the evening you’re able to narrow down the vague whereabouts of the treasure map, giving you a dozen rooms in the upper stories to search. Just like two black cats the two of you blend in with night, sneaking inside the castle again, making your way through the crowd and into the long empty corridors. 

You couldn’t let your guards down just yet. Chances were high that you weren’t the only ones snooping around, it was a marines party after all. Some poor subordinates of the higher ranks would possibly be guarding the door, if not even the whole wing. But still… with Law’s hand in yours nothing felt impossible. You find yourself staring at his back again as you walk behind him, thinking once again what was underneath his big coat as you recall him coming out of the shower. Focus, you command yourself, but granted, it was hard, his close presence making your heart drum so loud in your chest.

Just when you’re about to walk around a corner, Law gestures to you with his index finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet. You could think of another way of how he could shut you up, though…

A few more seconds pass and the voices in the distance are getting quieter again, your sign to start moving as you both steal yourselves into the very first room. The door locks behind you silently. No light was burning, only the bright moonlight flooding through the high-ceiling windows.

“What is this room?”, you whisper, following Law on tiptoes as he walks in the center of it. “Why would one person own this many mirrors and then all store them in one room only? Who needs their private mirror cabinet?”

You both looked around, there were dozens of mirrors in all shapes and sizes arranged across the room, most of them seemed to be very antique and have probably seen various decades of people dancing, crying and falling in love in front of them. And now it was you and him; his golden eyes watching you from every corner, his gaze soft, lovingly almost. Somehow you felt exposed, as if he cut your heart out of your chest and inspected it from every angle, his name written all over it. 

His name falls out of your mouth like a prayer when he stands behind you, his hands slipping the feather coat off your shoulders, revealing the tattooed jolly roger on your back. You remembered the day you got the tattoo, how he cornered you in the morning, asking you if you were really sure about this and how you took his face in your hands and just nodded, your stern eyes leaving no room for doubt. Just like the ink under your skin the feelings for him wouldn’t go anywhere and if you couldn’t love him as a lover, you would love him as your captain, devoting everything you had to him, just to be by his side till the very end.

When he kisses the side of your neck, lips trailing down your shoulders, you hold your breath. If this was a dream, you never wished to never wake up from it. Your coat falls down to the floor with a thud, one of Law’s hands around your neck, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your exposed skin, while his other hand brushes over your arm, giving you shivers. Every inch his lips touch feels like it’s burning, his breath hot on your skin. Thousand kisses plaster your skin through the mirrors, thousand hands wander over your body, thousand hearts drumming in your chest.

“Forgive me, y/n-ya…”, Law mumbles in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sink into his hug, watching your figures through the mirrors; a king and a queen dipped in moonlight, love and desire painting their faces. 

“Forgive you for what?” Your voice is merely a whisper. It’s when your eyes meet through the reflections of the mirrors that you know.

Forgive me for falling for you. 

You turn around on tiptoes without leaving his embrace, your faces almost touching. Law’s eyelids flutter when you take his face into your hands, just like you did back then, his skin feeling soft and warm under your fingertips. Both of you knew what was about to happen. It was the crescendo of an intense night, almost as if it had been written in the stars for a very long time before this moment, only the moon and a thousand reflections being your witnesses. 

Your lips find his and you melt into a deep kiss, one that spoke louder than any words could ever have; it’s as if your whole body just sighs in relief, all the tension from before falling off your shoulders and being replaced with an unknown warmth, with the feeling of coming home, with hunger. 

Law has one hand buried in your hair, your bodies pressed together, neither of you daring to pull away. When he gives your hair a slight pull, a hoarse moan escapes your throat, making him chuckle softly before he kisses you again, his tongue slipping in your mouth. Whenever you opened your eyes a bit you could see your sinful reflection, your flushed cheeks, your eyes full of lust, your fingernails digging into his back when he pushes his leg between your thighs for you to grind on it.

You gasp when Law lifts you up with ease and carries you over to a dresser where he sits you down, pushing your legs wide open and you surrender, pulling your dress further up to reveal your soaked panties. He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes alone eat you up from every mirror.

“Such a naughty girl. How long have you been this wet for me?” His hands brush over your knees, fingertips drawing small circles on the inside of your thighs. “Since I took off your coat? Or in the garden already?” 

You whine softly when his grip around your thighs tighten, just as the knot in your stomach does, a familiar feeling begging for sweet release. Your head was spinning but you loved this; the way he ate you up with his gaze alone and the outlines of his cock throbbing in his pants, getting harder with every inch he explored of your body. You buck your hips against his touch, biting your lip when he firmly holds you in place, his strength out of this world. 

“Those desperate mewls coming from your cabin late at night… Are you thinking about me when you hump your pillow?”, he asks with a smirk, leaning over to kiss you hard once more, a thin thread of drool connecting you both when he pulls away. 

You grin as you place a hand on his chest, letting it slide down towards his waistband where your fingers linger for a few heartbeats, just like his hands do dangerously close to your dripping wet core.

“I sure do. Do you think of me too when you use my worn panties to masturbate?” Law’s eyes widened for a second. “It’s not like I leave them in the bath by accident when I know you’re going in there after me...”

And just like that Law leans in for another kiss, his lips clashing on yours as he takes your hand and places it on the fat bulge in his pants, grinding it against your palm. At the same time his other hand cups the aching arousal between your thighs, a hum escaping his throat when he finally feels how dripping wet you are for him, rubbing your cunt over the soaked fabric. Tiny shock waves shoot through your body when he starts circling your clit with his thumb, the tease almost being unbearable. 

Even though you wished this high would last forever, you were getting impatient, craving to feel him inside of you, to become one with him. You hastily unzip his pants, wasting no time when you slide them off his hips and watch his hard length bounce free, precum leaking from its tip. You couldn’t wait to be fucked into higher spheres by him. But first…

You slide to the edge of the dresser, lifting your hips to pull off your panties, black lace drenched in your juices. With your legs still spread, revealing your throbbing core, you pull Law in for another kiss, his golden eyes watching every single movement of yours. His soft moans fall broken out of his mouth when you wrap his cock in your panties, rubbing his tip through the lace, stroking him slowly but with a firm grip. 

“Is this how you do it when you’re alone?” You smile against his lips, enjoying how he melted under your touch, his breaths sharp. He nods slowly, seeking your gaze while you continue to squeeze him, speeding up the tempo of your pumps, your fingers brushing his pubic hair whenever your fist strokes down his whole length. You could tell he was about to cum any second, a king on the edge of his own universe; his cum spluttering over the lace and your hands like the milky way. Law leans against your shoulder, breathing heavily when you give his cock a few more slow pumps. 

“Oh my, so messy…”

Almost as if he was in for revenge his fingers touch your folds, spreading them wide open before they dip inside of you, making you moan quietly into his ear. You let go of your soaked panties, dropping them carelessly to the ground so you can wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss. While he fingers you slowly, taking his time to explore you from the inside, you whisper his name over and over and it sounds like a confession, a broken record. 

“More…”, you whine and gasp when he adds a third finger, curling them up slightly and rubbing your g-spot so delicately it makes you want to cum on the spot. Instead you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders, leaning your head in the back of your neck, offering him all of you with your legs spread wide open. He kisses down your jaw and your neck, his tongue swirling over your skin, making you wish he would get on his knees for you. He will, eventually…

It’s when he wraps his other hand around your neck, waiting for you to nod slowly in agreement and then chokes you softly, that your orgasm rushes over you with an unknown intensity; your walls clenching hard around his fingers and tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you laugh out loud, surprised by how fast the waves crashed down over you. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as he fingerfucks you through your high, making you cry and chuckle at the same time until your legs slowly stop trembling and you catch your breath again. 

Law lets go of your throat and wipes away your tears, kissing your face before he licks your juices off his fingers with delight, grinning when you take his hand and pull it towards you, your tongue swirling around his fingers. He was hard again, his cock rubbing teasingly between your folds, your hot core aching for him. It still felt very much like a fever dream and you weren’t planning to wake up anytime soon. You slide off the dresser, your bodies pressed against each other. With a hand on his chest you’re pushing him back down gently, making him sit where your coat fell to the floor earlier, then you crawl into his lap, your dress still pulled up to your hips as you start grinding on his hard length.

Soft moans of yours fall into his open mouth, your foreheads pressed against each other as you exchange more deep glances, just like you did hours before; all leading to this moment. You feel like you could get drunk in his eyes, the brown speckle in his gold, your very own sun, soaking you up. You can feel his tip rubbing at your core, asking you for permission with his eyes.

“It’s fine, it’s safe”, you mumble and smile when Law grabs you by your hips, guiding you down slowly onto his cock. His fingers were nothing compared to the sensation of him stretching your tight entrance open little by little; you’re both taking your time, breathing heavily between a dozen kisses until you’ve taken him all in, thankful you were sitting down or else your legs would have probably given in from the intense feeling of him filling you up. Then he starts moving and through the mirrors you can see him fucking you from every angle, his cock thrusting relentlessly inside of you.

Being on top gives you the upper hand, commanding the tempo you’re bouncing up and down him, supported by his hands digging into the flesh of your ass. You’ve dreamt about this moment countless times and nothing could have prepared you for how amazing it felt becoming one with the one you loved the most. When Law starts circling your nipples with his tongue over the thin fabric of your dress, you can feel another orgasm building up inside of you, his stern gaze on you making you feel feral. You slide down the straps of your dress, letting him greedily pull it down so he can suck on your nippels in all their glory, his tongue fluttering over them, making them stand up under his touch.

Just when you were about to wail out Law’s name as you fell apart under his cock, you could hear footsteps and voices from the other side of the door. Fear shoots through your veins and it only takes a quick glance between Law and you for him to know what to do. The massive door gets pushed open the same second he uses his devil fruit powers to teleport you into the darkest corner of the room, where no moonlight touched the ground and massive mirrors blocked the view. Heavy boots step into the room, flashlights being pointed at the mirrors and sending beams of light against every wall.

Your captain is covering your mouth with one hand, his cock still buried deep inside of you, in the same position you were before he used his abilities to escape the marine guards doing their inspection round. It were at least three of them, discussing if they heard voices coming from inside and joking about how useless this room was, that only fucking in front of the mirrors would give it a real purpose. Your heart was beating heavy in your chest, the adrenaline rush making your head feel dizzy. You can’t make out Law’s face in the dark but you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, even more than before. Without thinking you start moving your hips again, slowly, the risk of getting caught fucking making you so dripping wet, your juices running down the insides of your thighs. 

Law was holding his breath, unable to resist your greedy movements and he bites down your neck, trying to muffle his own moans. When you hear the footsteps coming closer in your direction, your walls clench hard around his cock, more tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as Law still holds your mouth shut, your drool dripping down his fingers. The thought of getting caught, of being exposed like that, almost pushed you over the edge of another orgasm, your fingers drawing circles on your plump clit, unable to stop. You can hear Law hissing out your name for your ears only as your tight walls contract around him erratically. 

After what felt like an eternity, the footsteps wander off again, the marines talking about ghosts in this old building and how you could hear voices often, and then the door shuts closed behind them again, leaving the two of you alone again. Law and you hold still for a few heartbeats, then something snaps just in both of you. Your voice is hoarse when you whimper his name while he flips you on your back, forcing your legs wide apart as he keeps thrusting inside of you so hard and relentlessly, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His hand slid down from your mouth to your throat again, choking you softly while he was seeking the warmth of your cunt, burying himself so deep inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

“Maybe I should have fucked you right away in that ball room, since you seem to enjoy an audience so much…”, Law huffs and laughs softly when you squeeze him tight in return, the thought alone making your head spin. “Showing everyone how well your greedy cunt can take my cock, you like that?”

You nod as you bite your lip, putting your hand on his to signal him to choke you harder until you could see tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes, and then there’s a whole universe erupting inside of you as you come undone, an orgasm like you never had before ripping through your body, sending shooting stars through every vein. You hear Law cursing as he pounds inside of you a few more times before he also cums with his whole body trembling, shooting his thick load inside of you. He lets go of your throat and leans down to kiss you hard as both of you still shake from your climax, your bodies tangled up. With your legs wrapped around his hips you ask him to stay like this a little longer, exchanging soft kisses as if he didn’t just rail you into another sphere. You smile when he brushes your hair out of your face, looking at you with kind eyes, so full of love.

You hum when you can feel his warm load running down your thighs, leaving a small puddle where you just laid. Law helps you stand up, your legs still a bit shaky from the adrenaline and your orgasms and you’re grateful for Law wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You rest your face against his chest, hearing his heart drum in his chest, a sound so soothing you can’t help but close your eyes. Until you remember–

“Shit! Law! The treasure map!”

Damn. All those horny thoughts have completely blocked out your mission, the one and only why you came here in the first place. How many more rooms did you have to search? And would he possibly go down on you in one of them? Would he fill up your other holes, too? Focus, you gotta focus… Law chuckles, looking at you with a triumphant smile. He reaches for the inner pocket of his coat, ruffling around for dramatic effect and pulls out a rolled piece of old paper, wrapped with a red seal. Your eyes widen in surprise and you’re at loss for words. When? How…?

“One of those marine dogs from earlier had it in his pocket. Guess they didn’t think someone with my devil fruit powers would show up and just switch it out with a candy wrapper.”

“You… you did all of that while fucking me? Balls deep inside of me?”, you ask flabbergasted, trying to comprehend what you just learned. Law nods and laughs when you grab him by his collar, letting you pull him into another kiss. “You’re so hot and clever, attaboy…”

In the end making it out of the castle was much harder than sneaking in – Law and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other; you went for another round in front of the mirrors with your legs in the air as he ate you out like a starved man, his tongue dipping inside of you from every reflection and you explored another room together that had chains hanging from it’s ceiling and in the very end Law made his promise of fucking you in the ballroom in front of everyone true in his own way, with a little help of his devil fruit powers… both of you walking out of the castle, your crowns askew and with love bites everywhere, his cum dripping out of you with your panties still in the mirror room, hand in hand, king and queen.

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I hope you don't mind me sending another request so soon, can I request susie, julie and rin with a killer who is slowly going blind?

I'm going to tweak it a bit to have it be a reader with poor eyesight. I hope that's okay. I'm sorry this took a while; I've been feeling overwhelmed with life. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who has Bad Eyesight

Julie, Susie, Spirit

Julie (Legion)

At first she just thought you were clumsy.

And it was kind of funny.

Seeing you walk into walls or trip over your own feet.

Then having you say you were just fine.

It wasn't until you almost stepped off the balcony of the lodge that she realized it wasn't you being clumsy.

She'll do the whole 'how many fingers and I holding up' thing.

It was then when she realized how bad your vision really was.

She doesn't have any knowledge in this department.

But you probably need glasses.

Julie doesn't really know.

And uh... There are no trained killer doctors.

She's smart enough to not send you to Herman.

Because Herman isn't a real doctor.

She might have to threaten the more intelligent survivors.

Adam was coerced into helping you despite the fact that he told Julie he isn't an optometrist.

But you do need glasses.

It's going to take a while, but she manages to steal Dwight's glasses obtain a pair.

She doesn't understand that not everyone has different glasses.

She sees someone with glasses, and figures they're all the same.

Luckily, the glasses were perfect.

It's clear Julie really cares about you.

Because she would never do that for anyone else.

Susie (Legion)

First off, same.

Susie can't see out of her mask.

The reason her mask is the way it is, is because she wears glasses.

And she was embarrassed.

Other people would make fun of her.

The braces she had at the time didn't help her in that department.

And she's sensitive.

The rest of the Legion tried to assure her that they didn't look bad.

But... They really were.

Imagine the most square glasses with the ugliest frames you can find.

So, yes, she was embarrassed.

Hence the way her mask looked.

She can also tell the signs that you're having trouble seeing better than the others.

There's a difference between being clumsy and having a difficult time seeing.

And she knows which is which .

She'll find a way to obtain a pair for you.

Going through different pairs to find one that is just right and the perfect style for you.

She wouldn't care how your glasses looked.

She just wants you to feel comfortable with them.

And every second you feel self conscious, she'll remind you how beautiful you look.

Spirit

Rin picked up the subtle signs that you had some vision issues.

When you read, you'd skip lines.

You often confused different bottles of things and wete mixing up the labels.

So she suggested you go get an examination.

But then she remembers where you guys were.

Not going to easy.

But she's determined to help you out.

There are no trained optometrists in the realm.

The closest thing to a doctor is Adam.

And he isn't really a doctor.

And she wouldn't ask Herman, even if he was the last person on earth.

So it's up to her.

Unlike some of the others, she isn't going to steal glasses.

She'll ask others if they have spars and have you try them on.

Even if she's a killer, she still knows how to ask for things politely.

And, being so polite, most people can't refuse.

It was Claudette who had a near perfect match for you, and she didn't mind sparing a pair.

Even if they aren't perfect, it helps.

It's dangerous for you to be walking around blindly.

And she loves you too much to see anything happen to you.

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Blood and Fire Pt3

Context: Kirishima and Bakugou embody fire, flames and destruction. Their path of carnage and love for their beautiful culture is evident. Yet, who could have thought a human could be soulmates to people like them.

A/N: Hey, so I totally forgot to post this here on Tumblr. I already posted this on AO3. So I'm sorry my beloved Tumblr fans. It's here.

Warning: Bakugou's ass, blood drinking, blood, angst, disappointed Masaru, hinting to have taken a life.

Jirou ducked as you swiped your arm with your axe in hand. You tried to move as fast and efficiently as possible as she easily evaded your attacks. Using her leather bracer around her wrist she pushed against the handle of your axe hard before landing a blow to your wrist. Your axe went flying out of your hand off somewhere, but you tried to remain focus. You quickly stepped out of the way as she tried to land a kick on you. You quickly grabbed her leg pulling her to one side down with you. Jirou however was faster and managed to grab you forcing you down underneath her. Before you could recover, she grabbed your axe from where it landed nearby and efficiently held it to your neck.

She smirked down at you. “You are getting better.” She stated with a nod of her head.

You let out a scoff as you let your head relax against the dirt ground. “But I still lose.”

Jirou chuckled as she moved to get off of you. “A warrior isn’t defined by their wins and losses.” She stood up straight, standing over you. “They are defined by their strength, skill and determination.” She offered you a hand with a soft smile, two dark locks of hair framed her face perfectly. She motioned for you to stand up. “Now get off your ass and try again.”

You smiled. You reached your hands over and took hers firmly as you started to sit up straight.

Kirishima watched you safely from the comfort from underneath a tree sitting in the soft grass. The sun was not so brutal as to make it unbearably hot but the shade provided the perfect coolness for spectating training. The training grounds for Cor Ignis was an expansive clearing where mostly female warriors were currently training. The hard dirt ground underneath ones foot allowed for a firm footing and easy to use for duels.

You had been training with the Cor Ignis warriors, men and women alike, to prepare you for what was rapidly approaching for you. It was harsh and hard work which often led to you getting bruises, a few cuts and soar limbs but Kirishima could see that you were not nearly as fragile as you were when they first brought you onto dragon island.

Kirishima could smell him before he could see him. Bakugou walked up behind him, he bent down behind the giant redhead, his arms wrapping around Kirishima’s neck to rest there. He placed his head next to Kirishima’s as he watched you start a new match with Jirou again. It was quiet between the two of them as they sat and watched you train. Every sweep of your limbs, dodge and planted strike.

Bakugou didn’t have a smile on his face like Kirishima did. His face was mostly neutral. He didn’t just watch you, he was analysing you. His eyebrows furrowed. “She’s slow.” He commented.

Kirishima hummed. “She’ll get faster.”

“She needs more strength behind her attacks.”

“She’ll grow stronger.”

“She moves her limbs like a duck.”

Kirishima chuckled at the comment. “Not everyone can be a wolf.”

Bakugou shook his head with a frown. “She has to be better.” His gaze hardened on your form. “Eijiro, she won’t be able to handle the initiation and we’re running out of time.” Before Kirishima could pitch in his own opinion, Bakugou removed himself from atop of Kirishima’s shoulders. He sat on his own against a tree next to Kirishima. His arms were folded as he focused back on you. “You spoil her too much.”

The redheaded dragon raised an eyebrow at the blond. He didn’t remove the amused grin from his face. “How so?” He asked.

“We waited too long to get her to start training, you let her skip meals just cause she isn’t used to raw food, you let her sleep early when you know she has to get used to being active at night…” He listed on his fingers, finally turning his attention to Kirishima. Kirishima shook his head with a laugh at Bakugou’s list. Bakugou’s frown deepened. “Eijiro, this is fucking serious.”

“Katsuki…” Kirishima started. His ruby eyes were set up to the sky, small white fluffy clouds decorated the sky perfectly. “You have to remember, she isn’t like us. She wasn’t bred from families of strong fighters and put in an environment where she had to be strong in order to survive. She wasn’t brought into our world where only the strongest get to survive. You know that.” His tone of voice was even and fair with no trace of anger or defensiveness. “I understand your concern for her, I feel it too, but there is a reason the Starry Flame has us three as soulmates. She isn’t some weak princess, she has a heart of fire that burns deep inside her, that is yet to be kindled and set ablaze.” Kirishima lowered his gaze back down to you. This time, you dodged Jirou’s attacks faster. You released a huff as you tried to duck away from a kick but your body moved slower than your mind wanted it to. A blow went to your midsection, and you went falling to the ground with a hiss at the pain. “She can do it. I can feel it, the same feeling as there was with you when you had your initiation ceremony.” He revealed.

Bakugou looked at Kirishima wordlessly. He turned back to look at you. As Jirou was about to land a finisher, you quickly rolled over to the side, watching her arms come down. Then you grabbed her and flipped her over you, making Jirou land on her back with a thud. Kirishima smiled broadly.

The blond released a breath. “Eijiro, the full moon is nearly upon us. She will have to do things in which she would never otherwise do. You really think, mentally, she would handle it?”

Kirishima was silent, his eyes moved down. “She will have to, if she is to succeed.” Wind blew from behind them, sending Kirishima’s locks of red hair blowing in front of him delicately.

Bakugou sighed. “But do you think, when it comes down to it…” He looked down to his hands. “When its at that peak moment where she would have to decide to take a life… do you think…” It was a scary thought, one Bakugou found hard to say.

If you didn’t do it, you wouldn’t be considered integrated as a part of Barbarian or dragon culture. Barbarians and dragons had to drink the blood of an innocent, taking something pure and yet sacrificial to entering a new age in your life as a full barbarian. It was sacred. However with dragons, it was all about the kill. Having to have your body covered in the blood of your first kill. When Bakugou came of age he had to do both because he was known as one of Kirishima’s soulmates, but he could only do such because it had been installed into him since he was a babe. He had prepared for that day his entire life. Same with Kirishima who was more animalistic when he was younger than he was now. For him it was like catching a rabbit. You follow its movements, learn its patterns, bait it into a false sense of security and then you go for the kill.

Yet you didn’t know anything about the initiation’s demands of you. And as Kirishima said, you weren’t like them.

Bakugou closed his eyes as he tried to get it out. “Do you think she’ll-”

“She has to.” Kirishima interrupted Bakugou, his face lost its smile as he looked forward. “She has to.” He stood up without another word, his face relaxing as he walked up to you. Kirishima corrected your stance with Jirou, moving your arms to a more sturdy stance. He looked down at you with a smile as he held you. You looked up at him with a grateful smile at his help.

Bakugou let out a heavy breath as he leaned back against the tree. Before he could dwell more on what Kirishima and him were talking about, Sero appeared walking up to him. “Katsuki, its time for laundry duty.” Sero folded his arms as he looked down at the blond man. Sero was never surprised that he always had to fetch Bakugou for his duties to the tribe. As much as Bakugou was the chieftess’ son and now a dragon’s consort, he still always tried to evade his duties. He would do them efficiently and flawlessly, yes, but if it wasn’t for Sero he most likely would have been found sleeping under a tree.

Bakugou scowled. “Fuck off, Hanta.”

Sero wasn’t surprised at that reaction either. “Fine.” He put his hands up to the air. Sero turned around to walk back into the village. “But don’t blame me when Chief Mitsuki comes to fetch you.” He stated. Sero smirked as he knew that the blond instantly got up to follow him. Sero grinned as he kept walking his head held high.

“Fuck you.” Bakugou grumbled as he easily managed to keep up with Sero.

“Just looking out for you dude.”

You walked around the barbarian village of Cor Ignis, looking for your soulmates. They had both disappeared from you which was strange. Most of the time it was almost as though you were conjoined at the hip with them. You ventured close to the edge of the village when suddenly you heard a sound. It was quiet and made you think you were going crazy. You looked towards the forest once more. You waited for a while, the feeling of the wind against your skin almost distracting you.

Then you heard it again. A cry almost. It wasn’t human but whatever it was sounded distressed. You decided to venture into the woods by yourself. The surrounding woods of the village were not too thick and luckily allowed you to move quite easily. The trees were spaced out pretty well allowing streams of bright sunlight to fall down onto the green grass. You looked left and right wondering whether you were going the right way. It sounded again. Louder this time. Loud and calling to you.

You took a step forward when you heard a snap. You paused. You turned your head to look back behind you. There was nothing there. Or atleast nothing you could see. Your senses were tingling as you felt uneasy like something was watching. You turned back forward, moving back on your straight path. Then you heard something like a whoosh. You didn’t bother to check as you went into a sprint. Your feet dug into the gound, pushing you hard as you moved between the trees. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Your lungs worked trying to keep up with your burning body. You moved not in a straight path so that whatever the hell was watching you would tire out hopefully before you did.

You hopped over a log and kept moving forward. Your eyes darted all around you while trying to keep to the original sound you were following. You could see it. Dark and following you. It was fast. Faster than you. Calculated and agile.

You bit the bottom of your lip as you made the decision to bend down and slide forward. It was the right one as the beast that was following you flew right over you. You didn’t stop to check what it was. You kept moving forward. You couldn’t stop. Your lungs were burning, your eyes tearing up. You couldn’t even reflect back on your life. All you could focus on was running.

Then suddenly, from the sky above, you were tackled down onto the grass. You lay on your back in the soft grass as whatever caught you, laying on top of you, started laughing. You looked down to see redhair and scales. Moving to look up at you was Kirishima, keeping you pinned underneath him. Then you saw the huge dark red wings that sprouted from his back that fanned at either side in the air. You had never seen his wings when he was in his human form. You often saw the tail he could sprout at will but not his wings.

He had a huge grin on his face as he looked down at you, red glowing eyes locked onto you with black beast like slit like pupils. He bent down close to your face. “Caught you.” He breathed out, his voice deep and enchanting.

You relaxed knowing it was just him. You let out a soft laugh. “Oh Eijiro. It’s just you.”

His hands tightened around your wrists instantly getting your attention back on him. He looked down at you with a tilt of his head. “And?” He asked. “Do you not believe in the danger of my proximity, darling?” He asked. He let go of one of your wrists, opting to trail his fingers towards your stomach. His dark nails moved up your exposed stomach making you tense. It was slow, almost ticklish but it also reminded you the meaning of his question. He chuckled at how tense you went, his nails travelling higher up to your chest. “I could shred your skin if I wanted to. Watch you bleed for me.” He informed you, almost as if it was such a tempting thought. He moved his mouth to rest by the juncture of your neck. His warm breath alerting you of how close he was to such a vital spot of yours. His lips pulled back into a grin. “I could eat you right up, my love.” You gasped, arching your back as you felt sharp teeth graze your shoulder, moving higher closer to your neck. “Will you let me?” He asked quietly.

His free hand rested in the middle of your chest, feeling the way your heartbeat increased. How your breathing was erratic and all over the place. Your body slack and pliant that even if he decided to do all that he was saying to you, you wouldn’t even think of stopping him. There was something so beastly about him that he kept hidden from you most of the time, but moments like this? Where you were at his absolute mercy? Reminded you the type of man you were dealing with. The type of beast you were dealing with.

You smirked up to the sky, glancing down at him. “Tell me how I taste, love.”

A deep growl rippled from his chest, at your request. Kirishima hummed. He finally moved his mouth to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. His mouth sucking on a spot that instantly made your limbs go numb. You closed your eyes with a sigh. Kirishima couldn’t resist it. With your skin underneath his teeth, warm, living, so sweet to him, he couldn’t resist biting down. Softly. For now. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth biting into you, but it wasn’t painful. It felt hot. Literally.

A groan came from Kirishima as he moved his mouth higher up your neck. You tilted your head up, allowing him more space to work. His mouth, teeth, and hot tongue moved up your neck, till finally he was looking down at your face. His eyes trained down at you like predator to prey. You looked up at him, your wide doe eyes wondering what he would do next.

He scoffed softly, before tilting his head and capturing his lips with yours. His body, his kisses always lighting you up and setting you on fire from the inside out. You sighed as your bodies slowly melded into one another. You moved your hips up, searching for him, he moved his down, colliding with yours. Kirishima groaned, finally letting go of your hands opting to hold your face. Being able to move your arms, you moved them to hold onto his back. Your hands moved down the muscles of his back, feeling the scales and the skin that blended to his wings. Instantly Kirishima moved back with a gasp, allowing you to finally get oxygen into your lungs but it was short lived. He placed another kiss to your lips when finally, he heard the sound you heard earlier.

Instantly, his wings covered your body in protectiveness as he looked towards the sound, a warning growl erupting from his chest. It was deep and hostile originating from deep inside him. You stared up at him from underneath him with wide eyes, at the change of demeanour. Your breathless and bothered state only being fuelled by his defensive attitude. Kirishima stayed still, large wings keeping you covered and hidden as he waited to hear the sound again. His pupils back to slits, the whites of his eyes turned black, and smoke started to leave his mouth as his eyes were trained on the surrounding area. He looked around the two of you at the ready. You noticed that his scales becoming more dominant as a dark look came to his face. Then he heard the sound again, his eyes snapping to the right. For a moment he just stared. He sniffed the air and then he eased up. With a single blink, his eyes were back to normal as his wings folded back into his back.

“A lamb.” He stated.

“A lamb!” You asked excitedly. You quickly scrambled to move away from him to the direction he looked. Kirishima chuckled as he let you free, sitting down in the grass. You moved to the bushes and the trees and you saw it. A white little lamb caught in a thorn bush. You dropped your shoulders with an adoring expression. “Aww you poor thing.” You carefully bent down and untangled the fluffy little guy from his trap, picking him up when you finished. “Eiji! Look!” You lifted the light little lamb into the air. “A LAMB!” You smiled broadly, moving your way over to Kirishima.

Kirishima smiled as well, his sharp toothed grin directed to you. “You caught lunch!”

You gasped loudly, pulling the lamb closer to you, holding him tightly. “Eijiro!” You glared at him. Kirishima couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction. You shook your head at his behaviour moving to walk past him. “Just for that, no more kisses for you.” You nodded your head.

“What!” Kirishima shouted shocked. He quickly stood up, following you back to the village. He looked absolutely betrayed at the statement. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you with a sad expression. “No, baby! That’s not fair! I can’t control my instincts.” He stated with his hands lifted up in defence. His eyes went back to the little white lamb in your arms. “It’s not my fault that he looks…” Kirishima stared at the lamb for a while.

You looked up at him with a pointed look and Kirishima immediately looked up at the sky. He started to whistle acting innocently. You glared. “Yah, right. Instincts.” You rolled your eyes.

Kirishima chuckled. “You might not believe me, but they’re real.”

“Oh really?” he nodded his head eagerly. You were not having it at all. Of course, you weren’t really that surprised considering it was already lunch time. You stopped walking. “Well, what do your instincts say about me?” You asked him.

Kirishima just stared at you with those eyes of his. Communicating so much yet nothing at all. The intense feeling came back to you, looking up at the dragon next to you. He was still, not moving for a while. He leaned down closer to you, a hand moving to rest on your lower back guiding you closer to him. You watched as his eyes go dark as he moved to rest his head in the crook of your neck. He released a soft rumble. “Mate. Protect.” He let out, his voice more gravely than normal. “Provide. Safe.” The hand to your back held you closer. “Breed.” Your body tensed at that one. “Safe.” He nudged your head with his nose. Then as if nothing happened, he straightened up and looked at you back to normal. A smile on his face. “That’s what they say.” He informed you, turning to go back forward towards the village.

Your face was set aflame with heat. Your mind started to wondered to dark places. Then you felt the lamb in your arms shift and baa. You looked down at the little guy. “Yah, I agree.”

You, Kirishima and the lamb made your way back to the village. You found Bakugou carrying a crate of potatoes. He could sense the both of you without even knowing you were looking for him. His head swivelled around before finally landing on the both of you. He raised a blond eyebrow at the white lamb in your arms.

He opened his mouth to ask questions, but Kirishima took that opportunity to quickly steal a kiss from the blond. “Hey babe.” He smirked down at the blond. He had a hand on Bakugou’s waist. “Is lunch ready?”

Bakugou nodded. “Yah…” He then motioned to you with the lamb. “Why is she holding a lamb? Does she want it for lunch?”

“No!” You shouted holding the lamb tighter. “What is wrong with the both of you?” You looked between them. “Why can’t I just hold a lamb without the two of you wanting to eat it?”

Bakugou’s eyebrows raised, looking at you as if you were the one crazy. “Then why would you hold it like you don’t want it to escape.”

“I don’t want it to escape into your clutches!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Ah yes. Cause we are the ones in the wrong.”  You shook your head at him walking closer to the blond. You reached up to peck his lips, but Bakugou, easily manoeuvred the crate he was carrying to be held with one hand, wrapping his now free arm around you to kiss you deeply.  For a moment everything stopped. You weren’t sure what to do for that brief moment as your mind went blank and all you were aware of was his lips on yours. You sighed into the kiss, him moving back from you. He chuckled down at you. “Hey.” He said smugly making you laugh.

“Hi.” You chuckled, twirling yourself out of his arms. You walked behind him, your eyes catching down on something. Deciding to embrace your inner Kirishima you smirked. “Nice ass, wifey.” You swatted Bakugou’s ass as you walked past him.

Nearly jumping out of his skin with a scream was Bakugou, eyes wide. His face went red as he tensed up. His gaze instantly went to you as he glared at you. Kirishima burst out laughing. He held out a hand for you to high five, which you did so happily. Bakugou pointed his free hand at Kirishima. “You’re a bad influence.”

Kirishima shrugged unbothered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said turning around, with an arm wrapped around you. Bakugou shook his head, deciding to hold the crate with both hands. Bakugou took a step forward to continue on his way when another swat came down on his ass making him squeak. He looked to the two of you so fast you were sure you heard whiplash. Kirishima had both his hands up in the air, back still facing Bakugou, but his red scaled tail waved at the blond in greeting. A huge grin was on Kirishima’s face. “Bye wifey!”

You sat  in silence as you looked down at the axe in front of you. It gleamed up at you, sharpened, cleaned and made especially for you. Your first every barbarian weapon. Your first ever weapon at all. It sat in your lap, heavy but you were used to the weight of it all. It was sunset and you were going to have your initiation. You weren’t told much about it now that it was finally time for it. This whole time with Bakugou and Kirishima and yet they never told you much about what was to happen tonight. Maybe you should have asked more questions and not get swept up in it all, but something inside you told you that by the end of the night, you weren’t going to be the same.

You sighed and looked up at the mirror in front of you. Barbarian tribal paints were painted all over your body. On your face underneath your eyes and on your chin, on your arms and on your legs too. You were decorated in their colours and clothing so much so you couldn’t even recognise the old you. Was she even there anymore. The person you grew to know as yourself, grew to hold onto… where was she? You knew finding your soulmates would be a changing experience but you didn’t know such a change would occur. You were still you and yet you had started doing things you never thought you could do.

You started to learn to fight, you were louder, your meals grew rawer, your senses heightened. Everything about you was like them. Beautiful yet strange. Not you and yet becoming you. Even when you used to live on your parents farm, your hands weren’t nearly as rough as they started to become now. Your parents. Have you even thought of them since you arrived in the village.

You put your head in your hands as you slumped forward. The crackle of the fire and distant chatter of outside was the only thing you could hear. You heard a knock at the door. You let out a sound to indicate whoever it was that they could enter.

Pushing the cloth divider away was Masaru Bakugou. His brown eyes moved to your slumped form in front of a mirror. He couldn’t help but smile softly at you. “Y/N, you’re going to be fine.” He told you reassuringly as he walked up to you. You shook your head with a negative sound. He chuckled. “I know it’s daunting, the task at hand…” He started as he walked to stand beside you. He put his fingers in red tribal paint that sat on the surface in front of you. He crouched down as he started to draw on your arm softly. “I know that this will probably be out of your comfort zone, hell, everything here is, but we’ve all seen how hard you’ve worked.” His voice was calming and soft. Something that comforted you in the storm of your emotions. “We’ve all seen how strong that fire burns inside you, just like Katsuki and Eijiro have that fire residing in them.” He stopped satisfied with the mark he drew. He smiled and stood back up. He placed a hand on your shoulder making you look up to him. He gave you a soft smile, he motioned for you to stand up. “You’ve got this.” He spoke softly.

You stood up with a smile on your face. You nodded with a sniff. “Thank you, Uncle Masaru.” You whisper.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “Anytime kiddo.” He told you reassuringly. Then you noticed that he had the same smell as Bakugou. He smelt a bit like caramel. The two of you walked into the communal room of the hut you were in. Standing there was Mitsuki who had a red cape on her shoulders, similar to the one Bakugou wore on his shoulders most of the time. She smiled when she saw you, her arms thrown open. “There you are!” She looked to her husband. “Ready?” She asked.

Masaru looked down at you. You hesitated but you nodded your head. He smiled and looked back to his wife. “Ready.” He assured her.

The two of them lead you outside. The sun had just set and now the land was starting to descend into darkness. Barbarians lined your road to the centre of the village. Mitsuki and Masaru didn’t seem to mind as they walked either side of you. The pressure around you was intense. It weighed down on you heavily as you tried to focus on just staying on track. Your stomach was starting to twist into knots knowing that it was finally time. You tried to ignore all their gazes. Gazes of expectation.

It only got worse once you made it to the red pavilion. Bakugou and Kirishima stood at the top together looking down at you. Bakugou looked slightly worried but kept it behind a cool façade. Kirishima had a soft smile but his head was held high.

Mitsuki and Masaru paused close to the wooden steps of the pavilion. Mitsuki looked to her left in surprise. “Your excellencies.” She stated in surprise, dropping to a bow, and immediately her husband followed suit. “You’re here.”

Standing to the side with the other barbarians was a couple. One looked a lot like Kirishima but much older while the other was a smaller woman with red hair. Although the one thing they had in common in their appearance was that they were both dragons. The male was big and broad just like his son, with long black hair that had a few streaks of grey. He had a broad sharp smiled and red piercing eyes that glowed just like his son’s. He was, of course, shirtless and had dark black scales that littered his body. One of the tips of his horns had broken off but it made him look more dangerous than if he had both.

The woman to his right who wore a rather large black cape with black bear fur looked much softer than her soulmate beside her. She had long red thick hair that fell down one shoulder and had soft golden eyes. Her scales were a bright red and she had smaller horns on her head. She had a soft motherly smile on her face as she stayed next to her soulmates side.

The black-haired dragon let out a loud laugh. “Of course, we’re here. We wouldn’t want to miss the initiation of one of our son’s soulmates.” He had a rather loud voice that you couldn’t ignore even if you tried. His gaze moved to you. You had met him before, but it still never got any less intimidating. He placed a huge hand on your shoulder making you almost fall over in the process. “Ready there, kiddo?” He asked. You gave him a forced smile and nodded your head. Takeo laughed loudly at your own way of responding to his question. “That’s the spirit! Hey, it will be a little bloody but nothing one can’t handle! The messier the better.” You felt your heart drop out of your chest at that. What did he mean? Bakugou looked up to Kirishima with a pointed look and Kirishima looked to his father trying to silently plead for him to keep quiet.

Yua giggled at your reaction and looked up at her husband. “Dear, I think you’re making her even more nervous.” Yua smiled over at you. She carefully brushed your cheek with her hand. “You’ll be fine, dear. Nothing to fear, just do your best and you’ll be fine.”

Takeo looked down at his wife with utter adoration. He felt tears come to his eyes. “Yua, you’re so amazing and sweet.” He managed to get out before rubbing at his eyes.

Yua rolled her eyes. “Ignore him,” She said motioning to her husband. She looked up at her son and Bakugou. “Go, it’s time.” She told you. Letting go of you, she tried to comfort her husband who was trying to push back the tears.

You couldn’t help but smile at the pair as you faced your two soulmates who had been joined by Bakugou’s parents. Bakugou glanced back at his mother. Mitsuki looked up at the rapidly dimming sky. She looked back to him and nodded her head, allowing him to start. Bakugou took a step forward, clearing his throat. “Tonight, we hold the initiation of Y/N into our community. A test of courage, will power, dedication and loyalty, not only to oneself but to the community and to our god the Starry Flame.” Bakugou spoke loudly for everyone to hear as you stood in front of him. You looked up at him a bit anxious as to what was to occur. He glanced down at you for a moment. “It is said that Barbarians were part human and dragon. A mixture of the two but never quite right. And so, in order to show dedication to the dragons and the true fire inside you, you must betray your human half with this test. The test of taking the life of a human.”

The moment the words left Bakugou’s lips you stilled. He couldn’t be serious. You thought he was joking. You looked to Kirishima for some sort of sign that this was all some big misunderstanding, a big joke to mess with your head. Kirishima, however, didn’t say anything. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he gave a small nod of his head. You felt your world stop for a moment, as if ice water was thrown over you. You couldn’t breathe as your heartbeat in your throat.

You had to take the life of a human. You had to take the life of someone like you. Of a person just like you. Why hadn’t they told you? They had trained you for this. They made you work so hard to do this and yet you knew nothing. You chose to be ignorant. You chose to comply with this change. To comply with their demands of you. Why hadn’t you said anything.

Mitsuki passed her son a golden cup, which he lifted up into the air. A gold chalice. Bakugou continued to speak. “Your task is to take the life of a human and fill this cup with their blood. Once you have done that, you will return here and drink it, washing away your human half and fuelling the dragon inside you.” Masaru glanced over to Yua. She had a worried expression on her face as she looked at you. His eyebrows furrowed instantly, as his gaze moved over to you. You were shaking. Your hands were shaking and you looked as if you were going to be sick at any moment, yet you looked up at the cup. You looked scared out of your mind.

Why did you look scared? It didn’t make any sense to him. This was told to you. You were expecting this. Did you not know? Masaru paled for a moment realizing why you were so hesitant and fearful earlier. You didn’t know. You didn’t know what you were walking into. He looked over to his son, confused.

“Failure to do this task…” Bakugou started, his red eyes hardened their gaze as they settled down at you. “Will result in you rejecting the flame that resides inside you. You will be shunned and not considered a true barbarian and fireborne.” Even though he was speaking for everyone to hear, he was specifically saying it to you. You could feel the heaviness of that statement. This would be what could tear you away from your soulmates. This could be what would thrust you away from what you had just gotten used to. Bakugou stepped down the two steps, standing on the ground in front of you. He handed you the golden chalice. “You have until the full moon is at its highest peak.” He pointed to his left, down the street deep into the woods. “There are three humans free for you to find out in the forest. Any one of them are up to you to choose.”

You couldn’t look to him. You just couldn’t. If you did, you felt as if you were going to retch your lunch. You kept your hands at your side. One wrapped around your axe and the other tight around the golden chalice. Waiting for his signal, you left without another word or glance to anyone. You ran and you ran fast to the woods. You weren’t running because of time, you were running because if you stayed still for one more moment, you were going to break down in front of the whole village.

Everyone watched you disappear from eyesight into the darkness of the woods with hopes that you would be victorious. Then the people of the village relaxed as chatter erupted amongst the villagers. Some quickly crowding Yua and Takeo Kirishima to ensure they were alright or if they needed anything.

Masaru finally turned to look at his son. “Katsuki!” His voice louder than it had been in years, instantly taking everyone near the pavilion in surprise. Bakugou stilled at the sound of his name coming from his father’s lips but not in its usual soft tone. He slowly turned to look at his father behind him. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He stated.

Mitsuki looked to her husband confused, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between her only child and her husband. “Masaru, what are you talking about?” She asked.

For the first time in a long time, Masaru ignored his wife. He took a step forward. “Tell me that Y/N knew the task at hand before this moment. Tell me.” When his son gave him no response, he looked to Kirishima.

Kirishima closed his eyes, guilty of the crime as well. “We thought if she knew before, she wouldn’t want to undertake the task.”

Masaru’s shoulders dropped in disbelief as he looked at his son and his other soulmate in disbelief. Yua stepped away from her husband for a moment and looked to her son with a growl that took everyone in surprise. “Eijiro!” She let out with barred teeth. Kirishima stilled at the sound of his mother’s anger. Her pupils went to angry slits as she looked at her hatchling. “Withholding the truth from your soulmate? Have we taught you so little?” She asked in disappointment. Kirishima looked down, swallowing hard. The weight of his mother’s disapproval weighing hard. “That poor girl.”

Mitsuki was silent as she thought of their reasoning. She sighed as she put a hand to her forehead. “I… I understand your reasoning.” She stated. Bakugou’s shoulders lowered slightly, knowing that his mother was in agreement.

Masaru was speechless. So speechless. He was not ashamed of the trial nor was he angry at the fact that you were going to undertake it and you were human. He was just so shocked that you didn’t know. That you, a human who didn’t know what was expected of you, would have to endure a barbarian trial or suffer loosing your soulmates and never being integrated into their tribes. Masaru took off his glasses as he looked away from everyone, turning around as he put a hand covering his mouth.

“Pops.” Bakugou let out, stepping up towards the brunette. His face broke from its icy façade, trying to reason with his father. “Please understand. She wasn’t going to do it if she knew. We wouldn’t be able to be with our tribes if she didn’t.” Still Masaru didn’t look at him. Bakugou felt a knot in his throat. It felt as if he couldn’t speak. He took a step closer to Masaru, reaching a hand towards him. “Pops, please. I-”

Before Bakugou could touch his father, Masaru took a step away from him. He raised a hand to tell his son not to touch him. Bakugou’s face broke at the rejection. His father had never once rejected his touch. Masaru let out a heavy breath. “Katsuki…” He let out lowly. “You know what’s worse than a soulmate that isn’t a barbarian…” He slipped back on his glasses and turned back around to look at his son finally. “A soulmate that hates you for turning them into one.” Masaru took a few short steps to look directly into his son’s gaze. “The soulmate bond is designed so that you can’t hate your soulmate, but she can damn well resent the two of you for the rest of her life. If you end up losing your other third over this… don’t you dare for a moment, feel regret. You made this your choice. Not hers.” Masaru spoke softly yet perfectly audible. “I’m disappointed in you.” He turned to walk away from his son, not baring to think of how painful it would be to see his son and Kirishima live with you possibly hating them over this.

Bakugou looked at his father with borderline tears in his eyes. He frowned, turning his hurt into anger. He tsked as he turned his head looking away from Masaru. Kirishima moved instantly to stand next to him, pulling him into his arms. “Katsuki.” Eijiro whispered. “Did-”

“No, we didn’t.” He said adamantly. His arms folded over his chest as he trained his eyes forward. “She won’t hate us.”

Bakugou paced left and right. The moon was moving higher and higher in the sky and you were yet to return. The torches of the village had already been lit and all were just waiting for your arrival. With each passing minute, Bakugou grew more and more nervous. He wondered whether you could do it. Whether you did, do it. What if you had hurt yourself or gotten yourself killed out there?

“Katsuki, she’s fine.” Kirishima told him, walking back over to the blond.

It didn’t stop Bakugou’s pacing however. He kept a hand to his chin as he moved back and forth. “How do you know that Eijiro? She could have gotten hurt for all we know.” He threw his hands up as his thoughts raced. “We should have gone out there with her. Just to make sure she-”

“It’s her initiation, Katsuki.” Kirishima reminded him. He slipped his arms around Bakugou’s small waist, stopping him in his tracks. He pulled the blond to his chest to try and calm him down. Bakugou released a shaky breath as he closed his eyes. He leaned his head against Kirishima’s chest, as he closed his eyes. Kirishima smiled softly. “She’s fine. We both know it. We would know if she wasn’t. Now calm, my love.” He lovingly rubbed Bakugou’s lower back making the blond relax against him more. Kirishima chuckled at the know pliant blond in his arms. “There, there my love. Look at you, so tense. It’s alright. She’s going to be just-”

“SHE’S BACK!” Someone shouted.

Instantly the blond stood back up straight to look out to the woods. Kirishima stepped forward with him as the villagers all gathered around again, but they made a path for you, allowing you to move through the hoard of them. Walking at a rather slower than expected, pace was you. You were covered in splotches of blood, it dripping from your hands and soaked your feet along with mud. Your face had splashes of it decorating your cheek. You had a few open wounds, some scratches but otherwise you were perfectly fine. Or physically, you were perfectly fine.

The look on your face was one of no emotion. Nothing. Nothing at all. If anything it was hollow and empty, not a smile on your face.

Kirishima looked off to the side to Mina, Denki and Tetsu. Three dragons from his tribes that were brought here to make sure you did the job, that you truly killed at least one of them. He nodded his head to the three of them and at the indication, they all went to the forest. Having an item of clothing of each of the humans, they would be able to trace them faster and more accurately than any barbarian.

Mitsuki stepped forward, taking over the ceremony. You lifted the golden chalice up for her to see. It was filled, close to the brim with deep red liquid that had a density that was identical to blood for it to be anything else. Mitsuki smiled down at you as you stood up straight in front of her. You didn’t smile. You just stared forward. She placed her hands underneath the bottom of the chalice lifting it up to your lips.

Your eyes fluttered up to hers and then you looked to the two males to her left. Bakugou and Kirishima stilled. For the first time since they had met you, since they had introduced themselves as your soulmates, you looked at them with no light in your eyes. There was nothing in your eyes. Nothing but cold emptiness and maybe even void. You looked back up at Mitsuki. You opened your mouth and let the still warm liquid flood into your mouth.

It was dead silent as they all watched you drink from the cup. Gulp after gulp. It ran down your throat warm and hauntingly.  You were surprised that you hadn’t spat any of it out but maybe it was because you refused to think about it. Refused to think of what you had just done and how you got here. You refused to look anywhere else but the back of your eyelids. Opening your eyelids meant accepting reality, which you couldn’t do just yet.

Once you were sure you had your last gulp, you quickly pulled the chalice way from your mouth. It was then you felt disgust way heavy at the back of your throat. You quickly covered your mouth to stop yourself from throwing it all out for all to see you. Your eyes had tears at the burning sensation in your throat. Bakugou and Kirishima quickly stepped forward but Mitsuki put her arm to the side stopping them, her eyes not leaving your crouched form. You swallowed it all down painfully so. Your stomach flipping but you had to keep it all down. You stood back up straight shakily. You looked up at Mitsuki looking rather green but you did it.

There was silence for a moment until loud into the air were three dragon cries. All monstrous, loud and pleased with their findings. Kirishima looked to Mitsuki with a nod. Mitsuki grinned broadly looking down at you. She took the cup from you, handing it to her son without a glance. She grabbed one of your hands and faced you to the village. She lifted your one hand high in the air.

“We have a new barbarian!” She shouted into the air for all to hear.

Suddenly there was a huge uproar in celebration. Quickly the music started playing and people circled you in congratulations. You were swarmed with people and faces but you managed to pull a shaky smile on your face at all their praise and compliments.

Kirishima closed his eyes in relief at the events that had unfolded. Bakugou smiled as he placed the chalice down. Both of them were so relieved to know that you had done it. You were recognised amongst dragons and barbarians as one of them. Nothing could hinder them with being with you. Bakugou returned back to Kirishima’s side, Kirishima taking his hand in his. The two of them moved down the steps, proud. People sent compliments an congratulations their way too, finally having their soulmate fully integrated into the community. The both of them finally reached you. Bakugou placed a hand on your shoulder, and you stiffened under his palm. Your face fell. You turned around to look at the two of them.

Kirishima’s smile wavered at the look on your face, but he kept it there. He motioned for the three of you to leave the now celebrating group of people. “Come on, darling. Lets get those wounds looked at.” He voiced.

You didn’t reply, you just looked at him. You lowered your gaze and turned your attention away from them. “Did Uncle Masaru know?” You asked quietly.

Kirishima’s eyebrows furrowed along with Bakugou’s. They both shared a glance before turning back to you. “Did he know what, setsuzoku?” Bakugou asked you.

“That you didn’t tell me.”

Both men hesitated. Kirishima shook his head. “No, he didn’t know.”

You nodded your head at that information. You could then deduce that no one else knew. You swallowed hard as you wiped at your eyes not minding the dry blood on your hands. “Okay.” You whispered. You released a shaky breath as you found it hard to look at them. You looked to the side. “So where is he?” You asked finally.

“We’ll take you to him.” Bakugou managed to say.

You nodded your head. Then you realized that his hand was still on you. You looked down at it and harshly shrugged it off of you. Bakugou’s eyes widened at the action. He quickly pulled his hand towards himself, the sting of being rejected by you almost physical. Bakugou clutched at his hand with a quiet whimper. Kirishima looked at the blond worried. You didn’t seem to indicate that it affected you in anyway. You motioned for them to lead the way.

Silently the two of them lead the way to the hut you were in before your initiation. It was silent between the three of you, so heavy and tense that one could cut it with a knife. The village was in full celebration, with loud drums, singing and dancing. With sake being passed around happily and food  being served. Unlike the joyous celebrations, the three soulmates of dragon, barbarian and human were anything but happy. Guilt eating Kirishima and Bakugou up alive.

They both reached the place and before either one of them could say anything you were already making your way inside. You didn’t glance back at them as you entered the common room. Standing by the fire was Masaru. He turned to look at you. You stood by the entranceway. You didn’t say anything. You were motionless as you looked over to him.

Then your hands started shaking. Your jaw vibrated with a sob as you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Tears finally came to your eyes as it all hit you hard. You whimpered in physical pain of it all. Your head felt like it was being split into two and you couldn’t put oxygen into your lungs. Masaru quickly walked over to you wrapping you in his arms and then you broke down. You clung to the older man as a sob wrecked through your body. “He was so scared.” You cried out. “I could’ve- I could’ve been him. I didn’t want to hurt him.” You shook your head.

Masaru rubbed your back as you leaned against him, his face twisted in pain at the sound of your voice. “Let it all out, sweetie.” He spoke quietly as you cried in his arms, barely able to keep yourself standing at the weight of what you had done.

Kirishima clutched at his chest in pain. He let go of Bakugou, leaning against the wall next to him. Bakugou instantly rushed to his side. “Eijiro.” He whispered worriedly.

Kirishima gasped out trying to make sense of the intense pain in his chest. It was stabbing but its was chilling. For the first time in his whole life, Kirishima felt cold. He felt a chill run down his spine as if a huge gust of a blizzard wind rushed through his chest, dwindling the fire inside of him. Bakugous’ eyes widened as he noticed that the man in front of him started to look pale. Tears ran down Kirishima’s face as he tried to breathe through it. He opened his eyes and looked at Bakugou. His eyes broken as he could feel every single thing you were feeling. “She’s… She’s in so much pain Kats.” He whispered. “So much.”

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To Cleave Destiny: Prologue

Summary: One moment Emma Swan is an orphan who’s managed to carve out a modest living chasing down bail skips. The next, she’s the key to an age-old prophecy about the two factions which have been secretly battling for control over human souls since the dawn of time. With hardly any of the skills that should have been her birthright, she’s thrown into the middle of a race to end the escalating conflict forever—a race that involves the parents she never knew and the son she gave up for adoption. And a charming, roguish demon who helps her when it suits his plans.

Rating: T

Genre: Alternate Universe, Action/Adventure, Romance

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A/N: This is my entry for @cssns 2023! Special thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke for beta reading this. It's been a while since I've written something multi-chaptered and so plot-heavy. So hopefully it'll turn out okay. Ack!

PROLOGUE: The Crimson Curse

28 Years Ago

Mud squelched beneath Killian’s boots as he trudged up a path overgrown with thick foliage. Rain beat a steady rhythm against the shoulders of his leather jacket, collected in rivulets that slid through his hair and down his face as he hunched forward in a futile attempt to protect the bundle in his arms. His body was weakened from the long trek, burning from a physical exertion that he was no longer accustomed to, but he resisted the clarion call of power coiling about him. Just a touch of that unseen force—hardly more than a crumb—and every pang would be soothed. No. He bloody well wasn’t going to toss all of his careful effort away over something so trivial as sore legs and an aching back.

The path curved, opening into a small clearing painted with a kaleidoscope of life in dramatic contrast to the muted grey-green forest behind. Even the clouds seemed brighter here as though cheerfully sprinkling the grass and flowers instead of weeping in a morose downpour. At the top of a gentle slope sat a small cottage with whitewashed clapboard walls, roof covered entirely with clovers. The chimney was devoid of smoke despite the cool afternoon, but he knew she was inside, sensed it through the invisible bond that connected her to him. He set his jaw with grim determination.

The door to the cottage swung open when he stepped onto the stoop. Gothel looked the same as he remembered, though it had been decades since he last required her services. Wild auburn hair framing milky, ageless features. Her pale eyes rounded in unhappy surprise when she recognized her visitor. She inched back, hand going to the door as though intending to slam it shut. He held up a finger, gave her a bare shake of his head as he pushed his foot across the threshold.

“Now, love,” he said, “is that any way to greet an old friend?”

“What do you want, Fatum?” she asked, suspicion in her honeyed alto.

“Pirate,” he corrected. He’d never cared for any other moniker. “First, I should think a little hospitality is in order. Good form, and all that.”

A beat passed before she stepped aside to grant him entry. The interior of her modest home had an open floor plan. A simple sofa and a stuffed armchair were set up in front of a brick hearth. One corner was a tiny kitchen with an olive-colored stovetop and a dining set made of Formica and chrome. The place was teeming with plants, hanging from the ceiling, haphazardly placed on dusty bookshelves, in window sills. She floated by a garland-strewned mantel, barefoot and wearing a verdant gown made of layers of sheer fabric. The fireplace instantly flared to life with crackling flames as she passed.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting tea,” she said with no small amount of derision.

“Tempting, but no,” he replied. “I have more pressing matters that need tending to.” He gestured toward the bundle in his left arm. As if on cue, the tiny thing began to stir, letting out a soft mewl.

Gothel edged toward him, gaze fixed on the knitted blanket. Killian pulled back a corner, revealing the newborn infant he’d carried for leagues. The child blinked large eyes at the sudden brightness, mouth stretching in a toothless yawn. Gothel recoiled from the babe with a hiss.

“She’s of the light,” she said, spitting the last word as the curse it was.

“Aye,” Killian agreed. “I need your help to fix that.”

Gothel looked up at him, features falling slack with disbelief. “I’m not strong enough to snuff out that flame,” she sneered. “And neither are you, I wager.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Oh, I’m perfectly capable of ‘snuffing out this flame,’” he said, “but I have no intention of doing so.” He glanced down at the pretty little thing with that wispy blond hair and rosebud lips. He wasn’t particularly keen on children, but this one was special. This one could be the key to everything he’d been working toward for centuries.

“I need a spell,” he said to Gothel. “I need to hide her from him.”

Gothel withdrew farther, flinging up a hand as if to ward off danger. “What have you done, Pirate?” she demanded. “You’re a fool if you think he won’t discover you.”

Killian’s lips curved into a deadly smile. "Is that any of your business, love?" he asked in a quiet voice. "Can you do the spell or do I have to find someone else?"

She narrowed her eyes, but there was fear written there as well. “What’s in it for me?”

He didn’t answer immediately but reached forward, feeling for that imperceptible thread that bound the two of them. There. A thin strand of dark energy that he wound around his finger. He balled his hand and yanked. Gothel’s breath tore out of her lungs in a croak as she lurched toward him, skin turning ashen, lines growing like spider webs across her smooth face.

“Don’t toy with me, witch,” he bit out in a growl. “I can send you to Infernum with the snap of my fingers.” He tightened his fist and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Electric vitality pulsed into him from her, demanding to be consumed. There were more witches, weren’t there? Others who could give him what he needed. He could drain this one, add her to the souls who gave him strength, and oh, there was plenty to take from her.

The babe in his arms cried out, shattering the feral want that had nearly overtaken him. He released Gothel, and the witch crumpled to the floor in a tangled heap, gasping for air. He despised that craving for power, always hungering, always thirsting for more. But the bleak price was one of many means justified by the end he sought.

Gothel looked up at him from her hands and knees, hatred warring with terror in her features as color returned to her skin, the cracks vanishing. He felt no pity for her. She’d known the cost when she made her bargain with him long ago. He turned his attention to the child, rocking her gently while Gothel rose to her feet.

“Fortunately for you,” he said, glancing at the witch, “I’m feeling particularly generous at the moment. As a boon for this deed, I won’t call in your debt for, shall we say, another century. I’ll even let you keep your youthful glow.”

He smirked. Vanity was one of her greatest weaknesses. She’d thought once to use her beauty against him in a woeful attempt at seducing more power from him, but he hadn’t been so easily swayed.

She licked her lips. “Fat lot of good your generosity will do me when he’s figured out what we’ve done.” She made no further argument, though, as she crossed the room to heave a large, careworn tome from a shelf. She set it on the table, spine cracking as she opened it. Muttering under her breath, she leafed through the yellowed pages.

Killian circled her home as he waited. The clock was winding down on this bold gambit, and it was only a matter of time before he was summoned by the very creature he hoped to thwart—nay, destroy. The Dark One wanted this child, so much so that he’d put a bounty out on her, something unheard of among the Fata. As Killian studied the babe in his arms, he couldn’t begin to guess why she garnered such single-minded interest from the strongest of the Fates. The soft white aura that surrounded her was dazzling, to be sure—brighter than he’d seen of her kind—but preventing the Saints from adding to their ranks was hardly cause for this feverish hunt.

Whatever the reason, it had tipped the Dark One’s hand, and Killian wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to circumvent the demon.

“Bring the child,” Gothel said. She pulled open the doors to a hutch and searched through an array of colorful glass bottles.

He swiped a large wicker basket propped against the wall and set it on the table. The little one, fast asleep once more, didn’t stir when he placed her inside. He stretched stiff arms as he scanned the open pages of the grimoire. The flowery script was in the long-dead language of the Nymphs, and that was as far his knowledge went. With a drop of power and intention, every line would become legible for him, but he couldn’t risk being tracked. Not yet.

Gothel returned to the table, grinding ingredients with pestle and mortar. “In order to cloak her luster,” she said, “its equal and opposite is required. Blood for blood, as it were.”

“I didn’t come here for riddles, witch,” Killian returned with a glower.

“I assure you that I speak plainly.” She retrieved a small dagger with a thin, rippled blade. “The darkness in your Fatum blood will overshadow the light in hers.” She held her other hand out as an indication that he should give her his.

He raised a brow, amused that she assumed he would trust her so implicitly. If he could use Sight, he’d likely find any number of enchantments on that knife. He certainly didn’t miss the twitch of anticipation in the corner of her mouth. Holding her gaze, he lifted his left arm, the end glinting with the silver hook that had replaced a long lost appendage, and dug the sharp tip into his right palm. Pain sliced through his hand as he dragged the hook across the skin in a jagged cut, though he kept a grimace from his face. He held the wound over the small bowl of herbs, and blood fell in such deep crimson drops that it splattered nearly black into the mixture.

Expression falling flat, Gothel pulled back the blanket swaddling the child and grasped her tiny foot. The little one’s face pinched, turning a brilliant shade of red, when the blade pricked her heel. She breathed out a piercing scream as Gothel pinched her foot to encourage that carmine life force to dribble into the bowl. Steam curled up in lazy coils as the child’s blood met Killian’s, and he sensed an infinitesimal tug in his chest, a whisper of a bond half-formed. Gothel flicked her wrist, and the babe’s wails abruptly silenced.

Killian took a step toward the witch, jaw set with menace. “If you’ve harmed—”

“She’s merely asleep,” Gothel said, picking up pestle and mortar and resuming her work. “There is a price for this magic.”

“There always is.” He pulled a kerchief from the inside pocket of his jacket, careful not to let the fabric touch the gash in his palm as he pressed it against the small cut in the babe’s foot. His gaze caught the corner of the blanket flapped against the basket. There was a name stitched in the knitting. Emma. It seemed rather fitting for the lass.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, love,” he said, glancing back at Gothel. “What are my dues for this scheme?”

“As it is you who curses her, so it is you who can set her free.” Riddles again. Lovely. Before he could demand clarification, however, Gothel provided it. “Once she drinks this, you must keep your distance. If you touch even the hair on her head, her light will shine forth again.”

A negligible cost then, and one he certainly would have no trouble paying. Of course, the witch needn’t know it. He watched as Gothel poured out the concoction into an empty glass bottle, and he frowned. “How am I to get her to imbibe that sludge?” He nodded toward the blackened lumpy drink.

“Patience, Pirate.” Gothel raised her hands and murmured under her breath in the old tongue. Her fingers glowed with a tinge of green and the contents of the bottle swirled, changing into a deep red liquid, thin as water. Finished, she stoppered the bottle with a bit of cork and offered it to him.

He studied her for any hint of duplicity. “If you think to trick me,” he began, but she spoke over him.

“Yes, you demonstrated the consequences quite well.”

“Good.” He took the bottle, stashed it in his pocket. He grasped a handful of the blanket wrapped around Emma and lifted her out of the basket into his arms. She grunted, nestling against his chest.

Gothel scrambled around the table as he made for the door. “I can hide her for you.” She stretched her arms as if to take the babe from him, but then let them fall to her side when he glared at her.

“Don’t be greedy now, witch,” he warned. “You have your boon, and it’s more than you deserve.” He wrenched the door open and stepped out into the rain, steeling himself for another long trek.

~

More than twenty-four hours later, Killian sat in a quiet pub in South Dock Marina, nursing a dram of rum while he watched the bartender. The cursed babe had been spirited away to parts unknown by his most trusted man while he traversed to the other side of the world—without the benefit of his abilities. He was grateful for modern automation; a trip that would have taken months when he was still mortal was now condensed to a single day.

That said, the wonder of those airborne contraptions wore off by the third flight—when he was forced to listen to a doddering grandmother prattle on about her family for hours. He’d been tempted to offer the woman dreams beyond her wildest imaginings if she would kindly shut up. But the silver quercu she wore on a thin chain was an ample deterrent. The oak tree was the symbol of the Faithful, and they were rarely subject to the guile of his kind.

He took a sip of his drink, letting the sweet, woody liquid roll over his tongue. Fatigue had sunk deep into his sinews, refusing to be appeased by the snippets of rest he was able to steal during his travels. He’d resisted the siren song of his power for nearly two days, and he was feeling terribly human. After centuries, it was novel to experience long-forgotten discomforts. Nostalgia resurrected memories of simpler times: the wind in his hair, the crash of water against the bow of his ship, his hand on the helm as he steered his crew toward adventure.

But that was the life of another man, a ghost which haunted Killian only when he deigned to acknowledge its existence.

He set down his empty tumbler with a sigh. Denying his nature for a fleeting taste of mortality would come at an increasingly greater cost. Aches and pains would soon give way to greying hair and gnarled joints in an accelerated race toward the grave he escaped generations ago. Perhaps he would let death take him prisoner one day, but not before he finished his quest.

“Another one, mate?” The barkeep stood before him, tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest, rag draped on a shoulder.

Killian breathed in sulfurous energy, and the illusion of humanity fled, taking with it the stiffness in his muscles, the pervasive exhaustion. The scabbed-over cut in his hand knit together without a scar. Hale and hearty once more, he studied the other man with a lancing gaze. It wouldn’t be long before the Dark One’s bootlickers came calling, but Killian might as well attend to business while he waited.

He bore his teeth in a broad grin and flipped a doubloon to the barkeep. The other man caught the archaic coin, frowning as he held it up to the light.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Look closer, mate,” Killian encouraged. His smile stretched wider as the barkeep’s eyes rounded.

Time paused. The few other patrons in the establishment suddenly froze like mannequins, and ambient noise dissipated into an unnatural stillness. Killian watched his mark experience two lifetimes between one breath and the next. The first would be his fate should he continue on his path unaided. The second showed possibilities he’d only dreamt of—if he were to entertain a mutually beneficial arrangement.

James O’Leary wanted many things, but most of all, he craved revenge for his brother’s death at the hands of the criminal outfit that ran the shipyards. And vengeance was Killian’s stock and trade.

“How?” James glanced around the small pub, mouth falling open. He looked at Killian, shrinking back. “What are you?” His question was hoarse, laced with mounting terror.

“Oh, you needn’t fear me,” Killian said with a wink. “I’m here to answer your prayers.”

James shook his head slowly. “If you’re an angel, I’m the king of England.”

Killian grinned at the retort and leaned forward. “But what you want isn’t angelic, is it, James O’Leary? It’s a black, festering desire, and I find that I’m inclined to grant it for you.” He waved his hand. “For a price, of course.”

James blinked, conflict in his rough features, though Killian was certain he wouldn’t have to spell out the terms of their impending bargain.

The pub dimmed infinitesimally, the change only noticeable to Killian’s enhanced vision, and his smile fell. He didn’t need to glance over his shoulder to know that his escort had arrived. “I’m afraid I have another engagement,” he said to James as he rose from the barstool. He dropped a glossy, obsidian card on the bar, blank save for his name in gilded script. “Do call when you’re ready to retain my services.”

Time resumed in the pub as if the exchange had never happened, and Killian strode toward the exit, sparing only a glance at the pair of devotees sent to collect him. With a subtle flick of his wrist, the door became a gateway to the grand hall of the Dark One’s palace. Killian stepped through, letting the portal snap shut on his heels. He may have been summoned, but he wouldn’t be brought before the crocodile like some cowering mongrel.

This citadel had once belonged to Hades, but when the god had been imprisoned, Rumplestiltskin took the place as his own. He fancied himself the head of Fatum Praefecti, and there was no one strong enough to argue the point—yet. Killian had no ambition for the throne, but he had every intention of tearing that devil down.

Unaccompanied, Killian sauntered down the aisle toward the dais. His clothing changed from late twentieth century fashion to the leather accouterments from his days as a marauder, complete with a high collared overcoat and a saber strapped to his side. The hook he’d been forced to leave behind on his pedestrian trek across the world appeared at the end of his left arm. He could have healed that hand after his initiation into the Fata, but its lack served as a reminder of his singular goal.

Torches lined onyx walls, and Fates stood in audience by the dozens, eager to witness the bloodletting that they hoped would transpire. A few members of his loyal crew dotted the crowd, and each gave him a nod in solidarity as his gaze passed over them. He’d rather not have cause to need their aid, not if he played his cards right, but he was glad of their unwavering fidelity.

Rumple sat draped across the blocky throne, playing cat’s cradle with a glowing thread as if he hadn’t called court. The Dark One had a mottled green complexion, more scale than skin, that shimmered in the flickering torchlight, and the effect made one’s gaze want to slide away from him. Cerberus, the giant three-headed hellhound, lay slumbering at his feet, blowing tiny puffs of inky smoke from each of its noses.

Killian stopped at the base of the dais and rested his hook on the hilt of his sword. “All this pomp and circumstance,” he said, “might make a man believe he’s become important to the Dark One.”

Disdain briefly twisted Rumble’s lip. “Oh, I wouldn’t let it go to your head, Captain,” he replied, thread vanishing from his fingers. “On second thought, do. It’ll fatten that thick skull of yours right up and make it a tasty treat for my boy.” He reached down and gave one of the gigantic beast’s heads a pat. Cerberus rumbled in response.

“I’ll wager that I’m too tough to be palatable for the creature,” Killian returned. “Let’s dispense with our usual pleasantries, Crocodile, and get straight to the matter at hand. I’ve come to collect my bounty.” There was no sense in pretending ignorance for his summons.

Rumple sat up, his venomous smile revealing a set of broken, blackened teeth. “Have you, now?” He held out his hands, fingers dancing in anticipation. “Well, don’t stand on ceremony. Hand over my prize.”

Killian tipped his head to the side, brows dipping in feigned bewilderment. “Your prize?”

Rumple’s grin turned into a sneer. “Yes, my prize,” he said. “The bounty was for a particular newborn babe. Where is it?”

“You wanted the child alive?” Killian clucked his tongue. “Your instructions were rather vague, and wanting to please you, I dispatched the little thing.”

“Lies!” Rumple hissed.

Killian raised his hand and hook. “Search, and you’ll not find a child of that light drawing breath on this earth.”

“That was mine!” Rumple roared, awakening Cerberus. The beast growled in complaint.

“Then you should have stolen the babe yourself,” Killian said, acrimony seeping into his words, “instead of lounging on your throne while others toil in your name.”

Rumple glared at him with reptilian eyes. “Watch your tongue, Captain,” he warned, “lest I remove it.”

“Give what’s owed to me, Crocodile,” Killian countered in an equally chilly tone, “lest the rest of the Fata think this is how the Dark One rewards loyalty.”

Rumple leaned back, affecting an air of apathy, though Killian knew his threat had struck true. “Ah, but do you have proof of your claims? You can’t expect me to take a pirate at his word.”

Killian pulled a kerchief from his pocket, the one he’d used to stem the cut in baby Emma’s heel. The blood stain had dried more brown than red, but it would do. He tossed the bit of cloth at the throne, and Rumple deftly caught it. The demon brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

“Yes, yes,” he conceded. “It’ll have to do, I suppose.” He crumpled the kerchief in a fist, transforming it into a glittering white dust, and poured it into the small glass vial that he’d conjured in his other hand.

“If we’re finished…” Killian said.

Rumple raised a finger, though his gaze stayed on his prize. “One more thing,” he said. “If you were so eager to please me, I wonder why it took you so long to come boast about your astonishing feat.”

Killian forced a sigh in diffidence. “The child was protected by the Saints.” Not a lie. “Understandably, the endeavor did not leave me unscathed. It took some effort in order to access my power again.”

Rumple studied him, eyes narrowed. “Yes, we’re all very happy that you’ve made a swift and complete recovery.” He held Killian’s gaze for another heartbeat before flicking a hand in dismissal. “Go on, then. Enjoy your spoils while you can, Pirate.”

Tramping down a swell of triumph, Killian spun around and stalked away from the dais, his crew filing in behind him. Against all odds, the ploy had succeeded, but it was a temporary victory. The mystery of Emma still remained, and until he could ferret out her significance to the Crocodile, he’d be no closer to getting his revenge.

TBC

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Under Marula Trees - Chapter 4

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! Thank you to everyone who's been reblogging and commenting, I treasure all of that feedback because this is my baby. It's literally spurred me on to write more. Thank you to the LOVELY @just-here-for-the-moment for beta-ing (a few times) and allowing me to yell at her about shitty drafts..

There is a section in here about canned hunting - those not familiar with it, it's an unethical, awful practice. There's no detail in the story apart from mentioning the practice so I've marked it with an asterisk if you'd rather skip that paragraph.

Warnings: References to shooting and hunting (not detailed or explicit), alcohol, getting drunk, flirting, Whiskey on the prowl is its own warning.

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Breakfast was served near the pool in the large communal area, and it was bustling. On bright, sunny days like this it wasn’t unusual to find guests in the sparkling saltwater pool by 9am. Splashes and peals of laughter echoed across the large space and disappeared into the folds of the surrounding mountains.

The large tiled deck area was framed by teak pool loungers, filled out with luxurious sage-green pillows which were perfect for relaxing after a brisk dip in the sparkling pool. Large tan parasols were dotted among the chairs, offering a respite from the bright sunshine if you wanted to read a book or stretch out for a nap.

The lively space offered such a sharp contrast to the surrounding savanna, the expanse of burnt sienna and gold glinting as the sun climbed to its peak.

Peace like this was almost intoxicating and you didn't envy people returning to the humdrum of their daily life when their vacation was over. This kind of landscape settled into your bones and coaxed a wistful melancholy from you when you left. 

You clutched your bottle of water, the condensation running onto your hand in the heat.

Pretty soon, you would need to find your charges for the day. Even though it was only the second day, they had a packed schedule and for you, that meant a long day of babysitting. You were still feeling a bit grumpy but you had a good night’s sleep and normally busy days passed quickly.

As you walked across the large space, you clocked your group at a table in the corner. Champ spotted you first, waving you over. He reminded you of a kindly but eccentric uncle. One that had undoubtedly been a catch in his younger days. His easy manner and dry sense of humour drew you in quickly and you found yourself wondering whether he had been a serious, cut-throat agent in his youth. 

Now he had a cigar almost permanently perched between his lips, and by some miracle he managed to talk, laugh, and tell the most outrageous stories without this thing simply falling out. He was also sporting a bright, floral shirt that you could practically see from space. 

It hung apathetically from his shoulders, barely concealing a tuft of white chest hair that refused to play nice with physics. He was clearly very determined to be on vacation. Like wearing a beacon saying “Could I be more relaxed right now?”  It made him look a little self-conscious and you liked him even more for it. 

Some covert Googling revealed that he ran an impressive distillery back in the US, but today he was just Randy with the beach bum shirt next to the pool. 

You swerved between the tables and chairs with a practised ease that came with the territory. Narrowly missing a waiter carrying a giant pitcher of water, you closed in on them. They were sat at the furthest end of the area, far enough away from other holidaymakers to allow them some privacy.  

As you came closer, snippets of an animated debate floated up above the general din of the guests. You only managed to catch the tail end of it.  

“And I wouldn’t know, now would I?” Jack spat out, his tone suggesting that he was keen to move away from the topic of discussion.

He was in the pool, his arms folded and anchoring him to the edge. Dark hair slicked back, water droplets running down his neck as he spoke. For the first time he wasn’t wearing his whole cowboy get-up and your eyes were glued to his back muscles and strong arms. You were vaguely aware that you were staring but you had little hope of tearing your eyes away. 

Soft swells of saltwater sloshed against his back as he pushed away and dipped underwater again. Ginger rolled her eyes in exasperation, looking at Champ. 

“I don’t know what he’s so defensive about, he was quick in Singapore with the...y’know…” her sentence drifted off as she locked eyes with you.

The look went on just a second too long. 

Remembering what you were meant to be doing, you gently patted Champ’s shoulder. “Well, you all look good and rested, did you sleep well?”

Ginger had recovered her composure admirably but the screws were still turning in the back of your mind on how you could draw her out. You were dying to know what they were talking about. As she prattled on you only appeared to be listening, wondering if her poison was alcohol or something stronger. Or nothing? She looked like the type who would run her mouth on a sugar high if you pushed gently enough. 

Feeling your attention on her, she scrambled for a deflection. 

“This place is really beautiful, you must enjoy it here. Do you live nearby or at the resort?” 

“I’m based here, I have a little cottage just down the footpath from where the tented areas are. It’s small but private, but it’s really all I need. I’m comfortable.”

Ginger nodded and smiled at you. You felt like you were inadvertently squaring off, each side tipping their hat in mock deference. For the first time you felt like you had taken an inadvertent peek behind the curtain. What shocked you was that there was a curtain in the first place. They were on holiday. Taking a break. You must be mistaken. 

Jack, having dipped back in the water as soon as you arrived, seemed to be swimming lazy laps, earning a few admiring looks from people lounging nearby. He didn’t seem to be aware of it. It really was unfair that someone so obnoxious was so good-looking. How rude of the universe to do that, you thought. 

Your attention turned back to the group. 

"Alright, enjoy breakfast, I’ll see you this afternoon for your cub visit. Tomorrow night we have a special surprise for you, so you’ll have to rest up.".

“We’re gonna ride a lion?”

Champ looked at Tequila and deadpanned. “Son, you don’t ride predators. You ride giraffes, the view is better.” He shot you a naughty wink. 

You had to count to 10 to keep your laugh bottled but you were losing the battle. Champ had picked up on your acerbic answers to wildlife related questions and was now dishing it out himself, and you loved it.  

A smile bursting with the first tendrils of laughter graced your lips before you spun on your heels and walked away. You weren't laughing at them per se, but at the dynamic that leaned heavily towards a bickering family. Close, good-natured and all too familiar with each other. 

At the very back of your mind the niggling unease of the exchange at the pool shouted for attention, but you pushed it back down. They were clearly all relaxed and just unwinding, some conflict as people let go of worries and latent stress was probably expected. 

The rest of the morning was taken up by doing the rounds with housekeeping. At this level of VVIP hosts were required to personally oversee the comfort of their guests and your case was no different. 

After going through the rooms and the lunch menu, you spoke to Aaron about the following evening’s midnight excursion. “Please make sure there’s enough hot chocolate as well as fleece blankets, you know how cold it can get at the back of the Jeep.  

“You should just offer to keep them warm yourself. Especially the one making big cow eyes at you.” 

You laughed. “No one is making cow eyes at anyone. Least of all that one.” 

He shook his head and chuckled “Okay you realise you just outed yourself by knowing EXACTLY who I was talking about right? And he does. He moons over you like a big ol’ Jersey cow looking for skitches.” 

You fixed him with glare but struggled to suppress a smile. “He doesn’t. Let it go Aaron.”

Aaron gave you a side eye but kept silent. 

You playfully punched him in the shoulder and started out the door. 

“I’ll see you later, I need to go pick them up for the cub camp. My babies are getting so big!”

Jumping in the jeep, you made your way to the Statesman suites. Once outside, you climbed out and dusted off your jumpsuit. Although practical and dared you say it, kinda cute, driving in the outdoors with this thing on meant you got permanently dusty. Some days you felt more like Pigpen from Peanuts than a high-end hostess to the rich and famous. 

Champ opened on the second knock at his door with a. “Hey! Time already? Gimme a minute, I just need my shoes. Go on, get the others in the meantime, I’ll meet ya out there.” You knocked on the second door and almost simultaneously the other doors opened and the group drifted out and piled into the vehicle. 

As you took off on the dusty road which snaked onto a mountainside, you turned your head slightly so they could hear you over the noise of the engine. 

“We’re meeting up with Alexander Umbra, who runs our conservation programme. He’s been with the resort for little over two years, heading up various projects that keep the animals safe and cared for. Since he’s been here we’ve had a record number of rhino births!”

The group seemed to be listening and but not really reacting, save for a vague nod from Tequila. It was a short drive, as a conscious decision had been made to keep the babies closer to camp. As you pulled into the clearing, you continued. 

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“What you’ll be seeing today is some of our rescue lion cubs. They were extracted from canned hunting farms, and if we hadn’t gotten to them, they would have been shot.” You knew they were safe here but recounting the fate they could have ended up with always made your stomach turn. It disgusted you and it made you grateful for people like Alex who put their heart and souls into fighting this practice. 

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As you hopped off the Jeep, a tall, sandy-haired man made his way to you. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a short-sleeved button-down with the resort logo emblazoned on it. Trying to combat the heat, the first two buttons were undone and you couldn’t help but admire how damn good he made this dull, compulsory outfit look. 

The nature of his job meant he was almost always outside and had cultivated a sun-kissed tan which really emphasised the muscles he developed dealing with beasts that far outweighed him in strength. 

He greeted the group warmly and pressed a kiss to your cheek like an old friend. 

Turning to them, he started talking.

“Now, we’re about to go into the cub camp. I’ve no doubt you would have already been filled in on the details by my colleague here, so I’ll just go over some basic safety rules.

One. The cubs are cute, but they have fangs and serious claws. Please be careful around them. Two, if you have brought any snacks, please don’t feed it to them. We have some choice cuts of meat on the bone that we’ve brought along as treats. 

Three, and this really is the most important rule. They may be babies but they are still lions. Do not turn your back on them or let them round you, because they will pounce and attempt to take you down. This is playing but essential prep for hunting during adulthood. They are small but very strong and you are prey to them. Always ensure they’re in front of you. Got that?”

The group nodded. In what was becoming a habit over the last few days, your eyes strayed to Jack. You felt your stomach drop. 

He was staring at Alex like he was the last drink of water in the desert. His dark eyes roaming over the other man's form like a storm rolling in, brooding and intense.

You frowned and looked back at Alex, who seemed to be completely unaware of the other man’s attention. Tearing your eyes away at what seemed like a private moment for Jack, you reached back into the Jeep for the cooler with the meat. 

Lugging it down in front of the camp entrance, you turned to Alex, who was just completing the safety briefing. 

“Alright, let’s go. If you need anything, please speak up.”

He opened the gate and everyone filed into the camp. It was a large camp with rocks, a small natural pool and plenty of umbrella Acacia trees, which had horizontal branches perfect for climbing and playing.

The group approached the little cubs carefully, and split up as they wandered around. Jack had wandered right to the back of the camp, inspecting a little cub who was fast asleep and draped over a branch. 

You fought the urge to go talk to him, staying back and keeping an eye on Champ and Ginger instead. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Alex walk over to him, making conversation and chuckling.

Jack was so attentive to Alex that he hadn’t noticed a sneaky cub prowling behind him. The cat lowered his head and body in an instinctual hunting pose. 

Alex immediately saw his plan and leapt past Jack, catching the little guy before he could pounce. He was smaller than the rest and after getting a good grip on him and turning him around, Alex gently handed him to Jack to hold.

The other man curled his arm around the cub protectively and leaned in closer to Alex to ask him something. They were so close that it definitely bordered on ‘personal space invasion’ and you had to take measured breaths to keep your heart rate steady.

Alex was gorgeous. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t stolen a few looks anytime he was busy with the cubs. Anyone would. 

But it also meant that Aaron was completely wrong about Jack. You felt a little pang of disappointment that struck deep in your chest. You didn’t want to think about why it was there. Instead you took a final deep breath in through your nose, breathing out through your mouth, hoping to dispel the pain particles from your lungs out into the world. 

Your eyes fell on the two men again, just in time to see Jack rest his hand on Alex’s bicep in what looked to you like an intimate gesture.

You felt something snap. This was stupid. So fucking incredibly stupid of you. He was just a guest. 

You turned away, scoffing under your breath, and opened the cooler. The moment the scent of raw meat hit the air the cubs trotted to you excitedly, amber-gold eyes trained on the meat. The cub in Jack’s arms scrambled to get out of his hold, scratching him in the process. Alex reached over to inspect the cut. You wished it had cut a little deeper. Just to hurt a little. 

As the cubs feasted, the group eventually drifted back over to you. Jack crossed his arms, coming to stand next to you. 

A little bit of blood from the cut on his arm had dried, leaving a thin red line and an angry raised welt on his skin. 

Your eyes flicked down to it and you drily remarked to Jack “Pretty bad cut that cub gave you. Maybe you shouldn’t be so distracted around dangerous animals.” 

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes inexplicably soft, but with a smirk resting on his full lips.

“The cub hasn’t cut deeper than your words have, Sugar.” 

"If you really caught the sharp edge of my tongue, you would be more significantly injured." you snarked.

"But it would hurt so good.” 

You stared ahead of you grumpily. He was really playing fast and loose here, flirting with you right after putting the moves on Alex. You bent down to scratch the scruff of the closest cub, fingers digging into its thick fur to drive the irritation away. Some animals were wilder than others, you mused. 

When you came back up, he continued. “He’s really passionate about endangered species.” He continued to look at Alex appreciatively. 

“Uhm…I guess. Apparently he was hired on the spot. James, our CEO, loved his idea of some of our rarer animals receiving tracking chips so we can always see where they are. There are other…measures…which have been taken to keep them safe.”

“What measures?”

“I can’t really talk about that. Any detail about the rhinos are off limits. Why do you ask?”

The question came out sharper than you intended, but this was sensitive territory and he had already ruffled your feathers today. 

He focused on the middle distance, narrowing his eyes.

“Just curious, is all.” 

You decided to leave it at that.

After the feed, the group clambered back into the vehicle. By that time the sun had started to drift down over the savanna. It looked like it was melting into a large watering hole just outside of the resort. 

You left your group at their doorstep, with the promise to pick them up for a late supper.

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Walking into your house for the first time as dusk settled, you could feel the day wearing on you like a heavy blanket. You were desperate to just take a shower and get to bed but you still had the entire night on duty. It irritated you anew that you even had to be here instead of South America on your well-deserved holiday. 

You showered and freshened up, the cool water running down your back and breathing new life into you. Drying off and patting on some moisturiser, you felt ready to tackle the second part of your shift. Zipping up your dress and slipping on your ankle boots, you checked the time. You had to be out of here in 5 minutes. Taking one last look at your appearance, you dashed out the door. 

Entering the private dining room just off the main dining area, you found a few of the Statesman group already there, with Champ and Jack standing on the veranda seemingly deep in conversation.

You smiled broadly at Ginger, who you now knew went by Erin. Your curiosity was still piqued from that morning, and you were intent on finding out what they had been talking about that elicited such a reaction from Jack. You were struggling to piece together all the pieces. 

Part of you felt guilty. You were good-natured but you weren’t above some mischievous plotting. Besides, you reasoned, she was in a safe space and the worst that could happen was that she would let you in on a little gossip…maybe a little secret. Maybe that secret would even have something to do with Jack. 

Cradling her shoulder, you steered her to the bar. “You know, we have this amazing cocktail named after you? It’s called a ‘Sparkling Ginger’ and is just, wow, it’s delicious. Just so sweet and refreshing, you know?” You motioned to the bartender, who had heard your conversation, and was already busy mixing the drink in question. She carefully watched him reach for ginger syrup, bourbon, lemon juice and syrup. 

She turned to you, flustered. “Oh, I don’t know, I don’t really drink. Is it…strong?”

You mentally debated the relativity of strong and settled on a lie of omission. Somehow it seemed slightly less harmful than an outright lie. Both were as bad as the other and you mentally crossed your heart and promised to atone for this later. 

“It’s sooo good, you gotta try it.” you said in your sweetest tone, and with that you swiped the drink off the bar and pressed it into her hand. The bubbles fizzed and popped in the martini-style glass. She took a hesitant sip and instantly brightened up. 

“You’re right, this is delicious!” 

She took another sip and hummed appreciatively. Heart leaping, you gave her shoulder a squeeze and went to check on the food. This magic would take a little while to work. You couldn’t rush it. 

You were seated opposite Jack at supper, who kept sneaking glances at you. Pretending not to see them, you secretly burned to face him full on and do something about it. You knew you could never  - that would mean risking your job and reputation, as well as that of the resort. 

Unbidden the image of him clasping Alex's tanned, gorgeous bicep also drifted to the surface of your mind and you felt that pinch of hurt again.

You poked at your salad, thoughts a thousand miles away while the group chattered. You needed a distraction otherwise you were going to brood all night. 

Ginger, seated to your left, now seemed to be what you liked to term ‘socially lubricated’. Her eyes were a little glassier than usual and an easy smile framed her perfect teeth. 

You trod lightly into the murky waters of small talk. 

“So do you come here often?" You teased.

Ginger snort-laughed at your silly question and breathlessly replied "Uhmm…to eat? Often, but first time in Africa."

"I can tell, I love how excited you are about everything. Jake is a treat, he treats every animal sighting like it's the first time he's ever seen anything." 

You tilted your head. 

"You guys seem close, do you travel together a lot? What about your families?"

Ginger looked up at Champ for a brief moment before answering. "We are close, when you work together this much you don't really have a choice. Family, I dunno. Tequila and I don't have anyone at home, and Champ's been married for 40 years. Sheila is lovely, so patient with him."

"Jack…" her voice drifted off, like she was recalling a very distant memory. Her speech had started to slur a little, a tell-tale sign that the fizzy alcohol was humming through her veins. 

You felt curiosity tickle at the base of your spine and gently pressed her for more. 

"And Jack?"

She seemed to suddenly snap back to the present and looked at you with an unreadable expression.

"He's lonely….alone. I mean alone…now. Not…" she waved her hand as if shooing the troublesome word that had slipped out without permission. 

"Oh". You didn't know what to do with this and let the statement hang between you, getting thinner with each moment that passed. 

Ginger excused herself to get some fresh air. 

As the last plates were cleared away, Champ ordered a round of nightcaps for everyone. 

You started to protest but he shushed you with a wave of his hand and a wink. He really got away with everything by deciding that he would, and the universe just went along with it. 

“You take good care of us, ‘least you can do is enjoy a drink before we turn in for the night. Let’s move over to the lounge, my ass ain’t what it used to be for sittin’ all day.”

The group moved to the large leather couches around the fire, when Tequila reappeared. 

“Look what I found! Scored it off the barman.” he smiled, very pleased with himself. 

“The booze is free, Jake. You can literally walk in and take whatever.” you giggled. The cognac nightcap was velvety smooth but still felt like a lit fire inside your tummy. You sipped slowly, cognisant of the fact that you were still on the clock. 

Tequila motioned to a few wait staff to join them, and as it was the end of their shift, they carefully took off their name tags and got comfortable as Tequila poured them all a measure. 

Then he firmly closed the bottle and placed it on its side in the middle of the coffee table. 

Champ groaned.

“Son we’re all just enjoying a relaxing nightcap, you gonna start with your shenanigans again?”

The other man laughed. “Night’s still young Champ, and we have some very lovely company” he motioned to the waitresses sitting on both sides of him. They were very pretty, and clearly interested in him. The seats had filled up when you popped out to the restroom, and now the only space open was next to Jack. 

Ginger, having returned from the veranda some time ago, had been quiet for a long time. You looked over at her, and cringed a little. You should have known someone unaccustomed to alcohol would sip that cocktail like it was a coke. Three cocktail glasses stood as evidence near her place at the table. 

Her eyes were drooping slightly but she seemed very relaxed, a big, silly smile plastered on her face. 

Tequila looked around and yelped “Ready? Lessgo!” 

He spun the bottle, which landed on Marie, one of the waitresses. She looked at Jeannie on his right, and they giggled to one another. 

Tequila, realising what was going on, held his face out and closed his eyes. They both pecked a sweet kiss on the cheek closest to them and a big smile lit up his face. 

Jeannie spun the bottle, which landed on Champ. She threw him a coy look.

Champ scoffed. “My missus will be terribly unhappy darlin'. I’ma sit this game out.”

Ginger leaned forward and spun the bottle.

It spun a few times and slowly came to a stop on Jack.

She looked at the bottle for a long time, then grinned. "I'm not gonna kiss Whiskey, I have a better idea. He has to kiss our hostess."

 "I know he wants to.” she mumbled almost inaudibly, before a loud hiccup escaped her. 

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him in a panic, the liquor in your system suddenly seeming to evaporate as your heart throbbed uncomfortably against your sternum. 

The ache from earlier flared up when you told yourself he would probably laugh at this. 

Make a spectacle, playing it up like the yeehonk asshole he was. 

Jack’s searching eyes took in your discomfort. 

He turned to Ginger, mouth opened and poised to say something, but decided against it and turned back to you. By now the atmosphere was palpable, an artificial silence that made the crickets outside sound abnormally loud. Everyone was watching Ginger's taunt unfold. 

Jack shifted sideways until he was facing you, your knees touching at the edge of the plush leather couch. His eyes narrowed and a small smile tugged at his mouth corners. Something like amusement played across his features. 

Jack's hand came up to your face and settled with his thumb on your cheekbone, his fingers resting at the base of your skull. It felt warm and protective and you fought the urge to lean into it like a cat stretching out in warm sunlight. 

Selfishly, you allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation for a moment, as your eyelids dropped closed. The firm but gentle grip was an intoxicating feeling you could get used to.

You felt the warmth of him close to your face, his breath spilling over your lips like a wisp of invisible smoke. Anticipation snaked its way between your ribs, tugging at your chest and making your heart rabbit all over again. 

"You don't have to do this."

It was barely a whisper, spoken close to your lips. The words dropped to the floor between you, and your eyes flew open. 

He was giving you an out. He didn't want to do this, not with you, and he was asking you to make this easier without embarrassing you.

Merciful and cruel in equal measure.

You harshly pulled out of his grip, getting up like an unsteady foal. Humiliation and anger made tears well up in your eyes and you blinked quickly to dissipate your body's betrayal. You turned, grabbed your bag and made for the door. 

"I gotta go, Jim will pick you up in 20 minutes, goodnight!" 

You called over your shoulder, the last vestige of your normal voice leaving your throat before it pinched closed in a silent sob. Your legs went on autopilot to take you home as your mind reeled. 

God you were stupid. That was hopeful and stupid and so close. 

You slammed your front door behind you. You were still angry at yourself when you went to bed, and as you fitfully fell asleep, you couldn't shake the feeling that you'd shown too much of your hand tonight. 

Thanks for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

#jack daniels x f!reader #agent jack daniels x reader #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey/f!reader #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman: the golden circle

[jennycalendar]

I dont think I've ever seen the take that Buffy's completely in the right in DMP? The reason people focus more on how the Scoobies reacted badly is because by the end, it is framed like Buffy was the only one at fault and is only one who has to apologise and feel guilty whereas it doesnt even seem like Xander or Willow (esp Xander) think they did anything wrong? And the narrative supports that completely when like you said, everybody IS wrong, but the writers dont acknowledge anyone else's culpability in the conflict

see i'm kinda also looking at this episode not just as a solo isolated incident but as something that's setting the stage for buffy's decision to not tell these people about angel returning, and in order to do that, there really can't be any kind of catharsis for her at the end of this. there has to be an emphasis on the isolation that she's feeling and the fact that it isn't resolved, so i wouldn't say she's presented as "at fault" so much as she's presented as "alone" in a way that feels a little new for the show. usually before this we've gotten to see the kiddos come back together at the end, but this isn't really that.

also like -- what would willow be apologizing for? she has genuinely no idea what's going on with buffy, because buffy still has not told her about the angel stuff at this point in time. i just don't see a situation where the episode can end with buffy being apologized to, simply because the narrative NEEDS her to be isolated so that her decision to not tell everyone about angel is justified. there is still so much information missing on buffy's side of the argument, and she is making a choice to withhold it, in something that (like the scoobies!) is half a very understandable and human reaction to deep profound trauma, and half a decision that is contributing to a quietly widening rift.

i truly think that the place where this episode trips up is not necessarily the scooby response/the way their anger is framed, but the fact that joyce's decision to tell buffy to get out and never come back is neatly painted over. i feel like WITHOUT that from joyce, or at least without joyce's incredibly shitty and genuinely horrific justification for it, there could be at least some degree of debate re: whether or not buffy's decision was a bad one, and that's the lens that i'm looking at this through. the show really wants to kinda muddy the waters and be like "was it cool for buffy to leave like that? she was hurting so much, but there are consequences to that hurt, and her conviction that she will not be understood is in some ways true but in some ways hurting people she loves," which i think is such a fascinating and cool way to explore all of these characters! to have all of them be wrong!

BUT BECAUSE they had buffy's MOTHER tell her to leave and not come back, it's like ... there is no question in this situation re: who is at fault for this. joyce told her traumatized teenage daughter to leave and proceeded to berate her traumatized teenage daughter FOR LEAVING when she came back. to have her friends acting as though buffy is at fault feels weird under those specific circumstances. it's this situation where i see and love what the show is trying to do, but its determination to obfuscate joyce's role in buffy's decision and present her as someone who is a victim rather than the literal cause of all of this to begin with...for me, that's the problem, not the way that the scoobies are framed in their frustration with buffy.

i think that this entire episode would work so beautifully without the role that joyce played in buffy's decision. because if she'd just skipped town after losing angel, and if joyce had never actually SAID "you don't get to come back" but they'd had a heated, angry conversation that had ended poorly, then, yeah, this episode would have done exactly what it set out to do! but joyce's role in this is minimized in anne and then completely erased here.

#asks #meta #there are problems! but the problems are not the scoobies. the problems are joyce

[thatsadbietch]

Baking Bloopers

As island rep, it's your job to help new islanders settle in. But you're particularly excited, as this islander is not exactly new, but rather an old and beloved friend.

This one's for you @sallymoon135! I was so happy to write this one though and I hope you like it 💞

Patty is amazing, I love the cow villagers! It's a shame there's not more of them.

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You stroll along the stone walkway, a basket of baking ingredients in tow, headed toward a brown house with a red roof.

“Her style hasn’t changed a bit!”  You think to yourself, a little skip in your step as you follow your self-constructed path eastward.  As you said goodbye to one friend, another new one usually contacts Tom within a few days and moves on over.  This friend, however, is not exactly “new.” New to your island, sure, but you two went back.  It had been years since you saw each other last.

You could barely contain your excitement as you knocked on the door.

“Be right there!” a familiar voice called, and in a moment, you were greeted by a brown cow.  The broom in her hoof and dust on her orange dress told you she was hard at work getting settled.

“Need a hand, neighbor?” you grinned, and your grin grew into an elated smile as comprehension washed over the bovine’s features.

“Y..Y/N?! What are you doing here!?”

“I live here!”

“So, we’re…”

“We’re neighbors again!” Patty dropped her broom and you two embraced, both of you jumping excitedly in each other’s arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You exclaimed.

“I can’t believe you’re here! Tom told me the island rep would be here to say hi, but I didn’t know he was talking about my long-distance bestie!” Patty said, motioning for you to come in.  Most of her things were still in boxes, but there was a couch and a refrigerator ready for use.  

“I brought some stuff to make a cake with.  I thought we could bake together, you know, like before.” You said a bit sheepishly, extending the basket. “My NookPhone has a pretty solid camera, too.  We could make a video and post it online. If you still were looking to get your brand out there.”  Patty looked thoughtfully at you.

“How now! Yes, of course! We’ll make the most fab cake this island has ever seen! We’ll go from food to fame, you and me!” She said, accepting the basket.  Then paused to look around her house.

“Well, maybe after I unpack a little bit.”

“Why don’t I help you? We could be done in no time!”  Patty smiled.

“Oh, my fabulous bestie! Thank you!”

You dove into the first box in front of you, which funnily enough was kitchenware.  Patty might have had more kitchenware and appliances than clothes, but that was a close race.  She wanted a pop star life, and she had the voice and determination to start something.  But she was good at other things too, having another passion for crafting the most gourmet food out of seemingly nothing.  You’d seen her work firsthand, introducing herself to you in your old neighborhood with a simple yet flavorful orange tart.

You placed her mixer on the island countertop and her various grilling and cooking utensils in cabinets while she worked on living room décor and setting up her computer.  That video wasn’t going to edit and upload itself, after all.

You started on a second box, one filled with framed pictures.  You figured she’d want to place these, but you couldn’t help taking a peek.  There was one with her and Brewster; apparently, she used to work with him at The Roost.  You found some of the other mutual friends you two shared, and some of her, a little younger and with her parents.  Finally, you pulled out a framed photo of the two of you.  You both were covered in flour, but your smiles were wide and goofy behind a messy countertop.

“I remember this,” you chuckled as your bovine bestie came over.

“How-now, the kitchen looks great! Thank you!” She remarked, looking over your job. “Whatcha got?”

“Check this out,” you said giddily, flipping the photo to show Patty, “Remember when you tried to teach me how to bake your blonde brownies?”

“Tried is the right word there! You didn’t have a baking bone in your body!”

“Hey, I did my best! I totally have at least one baking bone now.”

“Oh yeah? Then let’s do it! Let’s make the video!”  You blanked, not expecting to be put on the spot.

“Wait, now?”

“Why not?” Patty asked, hyping you and herself up.  “I found my camera stand, our NookPhones can sit on that. And I’ll be there too, duh! It’ll be okay. I won’t let you catch my house on fire.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “Prepare yourself, because I don’t think you’re ready to handle my baking skills.”

“The microwave doesn’t count, how-now!”

“Ouch,” you chuckled, gathering the basket you brought over while Patty set up her NookPhone.

“So, bestie, when was the last time you made a video?” Patty asked, helping to lay out ingredients so they were at their most presentable.

“Probably when our picture was taken.” You said sheepishly.  After you left your neighborhood to pursue another career path, you haven’t thought too much about becoming famous.  “Maybe I should just be cameraperson?”

“How about a guest star? We can still be on screen together, but not all the time. And you know you could be a guest star in my house whenever you want!”  You thought that could work.  Much less time and dedication on your part, since you also had a whole island full of residents to look after.  But you still get to help your long-time friend with her goals.  You shrugged.

“What the hell, guest star it is!”

You stood behind the NookPhone, making sure lighting and sound were all in Patty’s favor.  You started a countdown.

“Three, two…” she seemed almost nervous, until “one, action!” was called, and a switch had been flipped.

“How-now, cows, bees, and all in between! My name’s Patty, and welcome to my TubeView channel!”

“She’s already got an intro and a platform? I shouldn’t be surprised,” you thought.

“Today we’ll be making a two-tier chocolate cake, using my very own recipe.  And today, to help with my ultra-special very first episode is my dear friend, Y/N!”  It was just you two in the house, but still, you took a deep breath before walking into the frame.  Suddenly you were shy and a little anxious.

“Now Y/N, you’re the ever-so-famous island representative over at Y/Island, can you tell us just a little bit about that?”

“Um, sure…” you started, and as you started explaining briefly what you do, everything started becoming more natural.  It was like being introduced to a friend of Patty’s you’d never met before.

“That sounds like a lot of hard work! Not here though, your job here will be… a piece of cake!”  You paused for a moment before bursting out laughing at her terrible joke.  Patty was startled, but only for a moment before she joined you.

“Yhaha/N-anahaha, it wahas a bad joke!” Patty exclaimed, leaning on the counter.

“I knohohow!” you choked out, trying to calm down.

“Ohokay, I’ll edit that out myself. Please, continue.”  Patty took a deep breath and listed the ingredients needed for the cake, some residual humor still played in her voice.

“Now Y/N, first we combine the dry ingredients.  Go ahead and add the flour to our bowl.”  You did so, rather aggressively, giving you and Patty a fresh covering of flour.  She looked at you blankly.

“Well, this feels familiar,” you said, snickering a little bit.  Patty face palmed but hid a smile creeping up on her features.  She glared back at you and you, measuring cup still in hand, brought it up to your mouth to give it a puff of air.  This sent the remaining flour flying over your friends’ features.

You were noticeably trying not to have another giggle fit.  That is until Patty took a pinch of flour from the bowl and blew it in your direction, which seemed to break the dam.

“Ohoho, it’s oohohn,” you giggled, taking a pinch as well and blowing it towards Patty, who could no longer keep a stern face and was cackling alongside you.

“Thaahat’s it!” Patty lunged, but just missed as you ran around the island, putting it between you two.  You reached for more of the flour but missed as you flung it.  She ran quickly around the island, more quickly than you anticipated as you tripped trying to get your legs from 0 to 100. Patty hurried and sat on your back, reaching down and finding the shallows of your underarms.

“WaitwaitwaIT! Bwahahaha! Paahahatteehehey!” You squealed at the surprise ticklish sensation.  You kicked and thrashed, but being on your stomach didn’t give you much leverage as Patty was free to trail from your underarms to your ribs, sending you quickly into hysterics.

“Awww, my fabulous bestie, look at you! You’re adorable!” Patty cooed, adding to the blush forming on your face.

“Paahahahaatteeeey! STohohohohop!” you pleaded, trying and failing to grab her wrists, which was much harder to do on your belly. She giggled before responding.

“But your laugh is so wonderful, how-now! I could just tickle you all day and listen!”

“Nohohoho YOU CAHAHAN’T!! BWAHAHA!” You cried, erupting in renewed cackles as your bovine friend kneaded your hip bones.  You were kicking wildly behind you as each poke, scratch, and squeeze sent a giddy current through your body.  And honestly, you weren’t complaining.  

“What’s wrong bestie?” Patty asked innocently as her tickles further descended you into madness, “You even said, it’s on!”

“Yohoho’re cheheheheating!!”  Patty gasped at the accusation and halted her attack for a moment.

“Cheating? Absolutely not, how now! I’m actually doing you a favor!” 

“What kind of favor is THIS!?” You were still trying to get out from underneath your sinister companion and thought you managed to wriggle free.  However, you only managed to roll on your back; Patty still straddled your waist.  And something about that look in her eye said that was exactly what she wanted.

“Well, you said you had at least one baking bone in your body. I wanted to help you find it!” Oh no.

“Patty that’s not necessary-”

“We’ll start looking here!” And with that, she began the “search” on and in between your ribs.

“Patty-EEE HEHEHE! NOOHOHOHOT AGAHAHIAN!” you cried out, grabbing her wrists, but more for something to hold onto than to pry away.

“Sorry, bestie, the process might tickle juuust a bit!” she teased, and chuckled when you covered your face, as if Patty wasn’t aware of what her words were doing.

“What do you think a baking bone would feel like, how-now? Like, how will we know I found it?” Patty asked as your giggles continued to bubble out.

“I might just have to listen for it.” She slowed, baiting the question, which you promptly asked.

“Lihehesten for it?”

“Yes! More giggles must mean I’m close, right?”

“Patty that’s not how that-WORHOHORKS!” She started her search again on your hip bones, and you threw your head back, eliciting a yelp before once again dissolving into a mad cackle.

“Hmm, I think I’m closer!” Patty grinned, slowly spidering her way to the soft part of your belly, creeping under your shirt. Her touch was feathery and light, and it was almost unbearable.

“Pahahahtty!!” Your voice went up an octave as you instinctively tried to curl in on yourself.  Patty resorted to pinching your sides every time you did. “I cahahahan’t!”

“You can’t what, bestie?” Patty asked, still in a way that seemed like she was an innocent bystander in your demise.

“Ihihihit tihihckles, Pahahtty!”

“I warned you it might, how-now!” she responded gleefully, but saw your mirthful tears and thought you about had as much as you could take. “I’ll check just one more place!”  She stated, but before you had time to react your bubbling titters turned boisterous as ticklish sensations shot through your body. Patty squeezed the tops of one of your knees while spidering the top of the other.

“I think I found it!... Or I might have found a funny bone.  Either way, I love the laughs you have, bestie!” Patty encouraged, and your blush deepened yet again.  Pretty soon you hadn’t the strength to squirm anymore, and realizing this Patty stopped and rolled off your waist, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

“Maybe we got something on camera worthy of a blooper reel!” She exclaimed.

“You are NOT putting this online!” You scolded, still catching your breath.  She laughed in response and helped you to sit up.

“As many followers as you might get just by being a total cutie, I wouldn’t do that.  I would use the flour fight though, that was fun!”

“It was all fun,” you said before you could stop yourself.  

“It was, wasn’t it, how-now? We always have a blast together!” Patty exclaimed, wrapping her arms around your neck in a sincere hug.

“I’ve missed you, bestie! I’m so glad we’re neighbors again!”  Touched, you returned her gesture.

“Me too.”

#acnh villagers #acnh #animal crossing #lee!reader #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #animal crosing new horizons

[mattscoquette]

“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, very very slight mentions of a panic attack, mentions of kissing, mentions of drinking

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addilyn richardson,

had been absolutely grinding out this science project. she and matt had been working together a little more than a week, and were currently five days away from its due date. not only did they have to create the marble run, but they had to also complete a five page packet along with it, and present their project together in front of the class. addilyn was sitting across from matt, hunched over her worksheet as matt glued pieces of the project together.

“it’s getting kind of late, addy, why don’t we pick up tomorrow?” matt suggested to her. she looked up at him with tired eyes. since that one weird night the previous week, matt had starting acting nicer. at first it started with matt inviting addilyn out to lunch after the hockey game. then he started saying hi to her in science. the absolute cherry on top was when he offered her a ride yesterday morning.

addilyn walked outside, instantly being met with the brisk morning air. boston winters were hardcore, and the heavy wind was only making it worse. wrapping her coat around her frame tighter, addilyn braced herself for the walk up the block to wait for the bus. she walked down the driveway, stopping when she heard her name being called. she looked up as matt walked over to her. he was bundled up in a north face jacket, a pink tint across his cheeks and nose as he shivered.

“it’s too cold for you to walk addy, let me give you a ride.” that was the first time he called her addy. at first, he wouldn’t even call her by her name, only saying things like “tell her to do this” to his brothers if they were around. if they weren’t, then he’d call her addilyn, saying it always with an annoyed tone. but today he called her by her nickname, and it made her heart skip a beat. he offered her a soft smile and she returned it, nodding quickly. she climbed into the back seat next to nick, chatting with him the whole way to school.

she looked over at the clock the sat above the stove. it was 9:45, but she was determined to get more of this assignment done. she only lived next door, after all, and she needed to make sure they got a perfect score on their project. “i’m okay matt, i think i just need a quick break.”

he nodded, offering her a water, and let her excuse herself to go into nick’s room. nick was sat atop his bed, scrolling on his phone when she walked in.

“hey girl,” he smiled at her, “how’s it going out there?”

“okay, i think.” she yawned, stretching her arms and legs out. they’d been working since they got home from school, only taking a short break a few hours ago when chris came barging into the kitchen, asking matt to drive him to get food. “i’m a little tired, though.”

“yeah it’s late, you leaving soon?” nick asked.

addilyn shrugged. “we still have more we need to do. i’m okay going home a little late. the walk isn’t far.”

nick laughed. “why don’t you come sit? we can take a break and watch a quick episode of rupaul or something.”

the tired girl nodded, sitting down next to nick. he got up momentarily to switch off his overhead lights, turning on the soft fairy lights above his bed instead. he climbed back into his bed next to addilyn, turning on the t.v. at a low volume. the change in ambiance of nick’s bedroom made addilyn all-the-more tired, and she rested his head onto his shoulder.

resting my eyes for five minutes won’t hurt, right? she thought as she closed her eyes.

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both addilyn and nick jolted awake about an hour later to the sound of matt pounding on the door. he’d gone on his phone when addilyn was in nick’s room, not noticing how much time had gone by until chris came down to say goodnight.

addilyn sat up, shaking nick to also get up, and walked over to the door to let matt in. she took in the sight in front of her. his hair was messy, as per usual, and he’d switched out his pair of blue jeans from earlier to a pair of red and black plaid pajama pants. he wore a grey hoodie with his school’s logo on the front, a number 4 on the side of his sleeve underneath his last name. he looked good. “sorry,” he apologized quickly, realizing how loud his knocking was.

“what time is it?” they both heard nick call out from the bed, sitting up to turn off the show they fell asleep watching.

“almost 11:30,” matt replied, looking at nick. he turned back to addilyn “i packed all your stuff up, i didn’t think you’d wanna get back to work.”

she smiled, thanking him for the gesture, as she felt a knot in her stomach. she’d been feeling that a lot around matt lately and she didn’t know why. maybe it was because he was acting nice. or maybe it’s because in the week she’s spent with him, she’d realized she was maybe starting to catch feelings.

it was a monday night, and addilyn was over at matt’s to work on the project. he was wearing a navy blue hoodie that made his eyes look even more blue, and he was currently laughing at an anecdote addilyn was telling him. she smiled brightly at him, laughing along with the boy.

he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, immediately breaking out into laughter again as he looked up and met her eyes.

his laugh is so cute, she thought. she looked down at her lap away from matt, trying to push her thoughts into the back of her head.

“you’re really funny, addilyn,” matt told her softly, wiping tears from his eyes. she looked over to him to find him already staring at her.

she looked at his face, trying to read it. she wasn’t the type to normally confuse niceness with having a crush on someone, but something with matt felt different. when nick or chris talked to her, she didn’t get dizzy when they would smile at her, or accidentally brush hands. but she felt it all with matt.

“what are you looking at?” he smiled, leaning forward across the table slightly as his eyes flicked between both of hers. she could’ve sworn he glanced at her lips.

addilyn was feeling bold. “you.” she replied.

he shook his head, smiling softly, and then leaning back against his chair. “we should get back to work.”

“addy,” nick said from his bed, breaking addilyn away from her thoughts. she blinked up at matt as he smiled down at her.

there’s that feeling again.

“do you wanna spend the night? i know you only live next door but i feel bad making you walk back over so late.” nick asked her, walking over to where she was.

“are you sure?” she breathed, “i feel bad.”

“don’t,” nick replied, “i have pajama bottoms and a hoodie you can wear. it’s no problem really.” he smiled kindly at her. she broke her gaze away from matt, looking to nick.

“okay,” she nodded, “i’ll let my mom know.”

addilyn turned back to look at matt. “i’ll go get you your backpack and stuff,” he told her softly, “wait here.”

“i got it, don’t worry.” she told him, brushing past him in the door way as he looked at her go. she heard footsteps trailing behind her. she turned around to find matt following her into the kitchen.

“i need to get my stuff too.” he told her. she nodded softly, trying to keep her cool and act normal.

they made their way to the table, matt collecting all of his belonging he left out on the table. addilyn’s notes and books were all packed away neatly in her bag, which matt had left on the chair for her. she offered to help matt clean, but he just smiled at her.

“i can do it, you go to bed, you worked too hard today.” he laughed, handing her bag to her. his fingers brushed against hers, lingering there for just a second. she felt her cheeks heat up as she took the bag. she looked down at her feet, knowing for sure her face was a bright crimson color. suddenly the room in the air felt thick, and she became hyper aware of matt’s presence in front of her. was he standing this close the entire time? she looked up at him, to find him already looking at her.

“goodnight matt.” she whispered, afraid if she spoke any louder it would break the atmosphere around them. he was standing so close to her, she wondered if he was able to hear her heart beating out of her chest. a smile ghosted across his face, and for half of a second addilyn thought he would lean down and kiss her.

he didn’t, though, only softly replying “goodnight addy.”

she turned on her heel, making her way back into nicks room quickly. she found a pair of fuzzy pajama bottoms and a large hoodie folded neatly on nick’s bed, where he was sat. “you can go change in the bathroom, i left a spare toothbrush in there for you too.”

she thanked him, collecting the clothes and walking into the bathroom. she changed quickly, then paused to look at herself in the mirror as she began brushing her teeth. did matt even like her, or was he only acting this way because she was friends with his brothers? that had to have been the reason. there was no way he felt the same about her. but she couldn't help but think about the way he was looking at her in the kitchen, and how his hand lingered over hers. she sighed, turning off the water and going back into nick’s room. he was already under the blankets, lights off, and scrolling on his phone. he turned it off, turning to face her as addilyn got into the bed.

“our first sleepover,” nick sang, “this is so fun!”

addilyn laughed, making herself comfortable. she loved being friends with nick. they’d only been hanging out for less than two weeks, but they both connected so easily with one another. they both understood one another, and enjoyed the company of each other. nick loved having someone other than his brothers or his teammates to talk to, and addilyn just loved having someone to talk to. “i know.”

despite how tired the girl was when she entered the room, the two teenagers were suddenly wide awake, talking about anything and everything with one another.

“if you had to fight any animal with your bare hands, what would you fight?” nick asked, staring at the ceiling.

“what?” addilyn laughed, looking over at him.

the later and later it got, the more and more they opened up. it was currently 1:30 in the morning, and they were both deep in conversation about nick’s coming out.

“i can’t believe i thought i liked my friend when it was really her boyfriend i liked.” nick told her.

addilyn shook her head. “yeah, that’s kinda crazy.”

“have you ever liked one of your friends?” nick asked, sitting up slightly. she looked up at him, thinking.

she hadn’t had many friends her whole life. she had a couple close people that she’d talk to in class, but never close enough to ever hang out with or talk to outside of school. the only people she talked to outside of school were nick and chris. her mind suddenly went to matt. “i don’t think i have.”

“really?” nick asked her in disbelief. “you’ve never thought someone you hung out with was cute or anything?”

matt.

“no.”

“addy, come on, there’s no way.” nick sighed, laying back down.

“well, maybe.” she felt her voice trail off. she couldn’t tell nick. she wasn’t even sure for herself if she liked matt or if she was just confused. he and chris were the closest thing addilyn had to real friends, and she didn’t want to throw it all away by telling nick she caught feelings for his brother.

“oh my god, tell me!” nick whisper-shouted in excitement, sitting back up again. addilyn laughed and shook her head.

“okay, okay, let me guess.” nick offered, thinking about the boys in the classes they shared together. “david, from art?” addilyn shook her had no.

“liam?” he tried again. she shook her head once more. nick named just about every boy in their class, even began to name random people addilyn didn’t even know that well.

“do i know him?” nick asked.

“yeah,” she breathed quietly.

nick looked at her inquisitively. “it’s not chris, is it?”

“no, no way.” addilyn shook her head. “he’s just my friend, i promise.”

nick looked at her once more, as if he looked hard enough he'd be able to read her mind. he paused, silence falling over the both of them.

his eyes went wide. “matt?”

addilyn stayed quiet. she opened her mouth, then closed it. she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

“addy,” nick said, “do you like matt?”

“i don’t know.” she whispered, turning away from him. he sat up to meet her eyes. “maybe.” he gave her a look once more. “yes.”

she braced herself for the anger. the disappointment. something. but nick just smiled at her. “that’s so exciting!”

she looked at him dumbfounded. “what?”

“i’m serious,” nick started, “you’re so fun to be around, there’s no way he doesn’t like you back. i’ve noticed he’s been acting nicer to you.”

addilyn continued looking at nick like he was crazy. “there’s no way.” she laughed, pulling the covers over herself. “i’m tired, nick, i’m going to bed.”

he laughed, wishing her a goodnight, assuring her once again he didn’t care if she liked his brother, and that he was happy for her. soon after, she heard his soft snores, singling he was asleep. addilyn, however, continued to lay awake, thinking about what she told nick. she couldn’t believe herself, normally she would keep her feelings in, but something in her was off. she wasn’t even sure why she liked matt so much. she barely even knew him, and he didn’t start acting nice to her until a week into their project. it was a small crush, it meant nothing. it wasn’t worth risking her friendship for. she suddenly felt her chest tighten and the instant feeling like she couldn’t breathe. she closed her eyes as the air around her grew thick.

you’re fine. she told herself. nick isn’t mad. you can tell him tomorrow you were kidding. everything will be normal again after the project is done.

she glanced over at nick, making sure he was asleep before she slipped out of bed. she couldn’t lay in her friend's room any longer knowing matt was only down the hall. she softly tore a piece of paper, writing nick a quick note, praying he wouldn’t wake in the middle of the night, and would only see it when he woke up in the morning.

went home to shower and change before school, see you in art!

<3 addy

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matthew sturniolo,

slept for maybe three hours that night. he couldn’t sleep in his room knowing addilyn was only down the hall. he kept replaying the way their hands brushed as he gave her the backpack earlier.

he felt his fingers lightly graze hers as he passed her the bag. he let them linger for a moment, hoping she wouldn’t notice. she looked down at her feet quickly, taking the bag from matt. their bodies were nearly pressed up against one another. all he wanted was for her to look at him. as if she read his mind, she looked up with a shy smile across her crimson red face. he so badly wanted to close the small gap between them and smash his lips against hers. he didn’t though, only whispering a soft goodnight as he watch her go into nicks room.

he hadn’t stopped thinking of her since his dream. he was obsessed with everything she did. the way she’d twirl her pencil between her pointer and thumb, or the way her brows furrowed as she read. he kept trying to distract himself as he thought about her.

matt had known who she was for a long time, despite addilyn being an “always in the background” kind of person. but the second she stepped foot in his kitchen that day she came over for dinner with her family, he knew it was over.

matt was in the kitchen with chris and nick, arguing about something dumb when she got there. he opened his mouth to say something back to chris, when nick nudged him altering him they had company. matt looked up at addilyn as she stood shyly in the kitchen. chris walked over to introduce himself as matt just started at her. she wore a white cotton dress that hugged her in all the right places, and beat up white chuck taylor’s. matt knew exactly who she was, but he didn’t remember her always looking this pretty.

“i’m chris,” his brother said, sticking out his hand.

she replied to him so softly matt barely heard her. “addilyn.” her voice sounded like honey. matt just looked at her again, before deciding to open his mouth and say “i can’t hear her.”

as matt laid in bed, he stared out his window into her empty bedroom thinking about why he was so mean to her. maybe it was because he liked her the whole time and didn’t want to admit it. sure, she was beautiful, but she wasn’t the kind of girl matt would typically go for. that’s why he was so attracted to her. she was so unlike anyone he’d been with. any girl he’s ever met at a party had been the same. they all seemed to have had the same lives, matt would listen to them talk, then he would tell about himself. that he’s a triplet and he plays hockey and lacrosse with his brothers. that he’s lived in boston his whole life and he loved the outdoors. and that’s how it went every time.

addilyn was different. she didn’t care he was popular, or that he played sports. she was just her normal, quiet, typical self. she wasn’t throwing herself at him, and matt saw her as somewhat unattainable. matt often mistook his attraction to her for a disliking. he felt so guilty about it, but he thought if he was mean, she’d leave him alone and wouldn’t try to get with him. he mentally cursed himself for acting the way he does. if she was already out of his reach, why would he try to drive her even further away?

but that dream he had fucked him up bad. every night since then, he’s thought about it. how soft her hands felt in his, how delicate her voice spoke. how good she kissed him. he wondered if she’d ever kissed a boy before. he secretly hoped she hadn’t, he wanted to be her first. he’d be gentle with her, not rushing her into anything. he’s kissed girls before, but it was always drunk at some party. he never actually liked the girls he kissed, he just wanted them in the moment. and when the moment was over, he went back to his friends and did whatever he was doing before. but addilyn was different, he wanted to kiss her anywhere he could, not just while he was drinking at some random's party.

the light in addilyn’s room turned on, snapping matt out of his daydream. he saw her walk into her room wearing nicks pajamas, walking over to her blinds to close them. he was confused why she walked home, but let it slip his mind. although he knew she couldn’t see him that well, he pretended to sleep anyway knowing she would look into his room. had he not closed his eyes, he would’ve seen the lingering look addilyn gave into his room before she closed her blinds.

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charles, the simulator, and your yes

8 months of courtship with the one and only Prince of Monaco, Charles Leclerc, you found yourself comfortably seated in his simulator in his apartment.

"Cherie, are you sure about this? We both know I'm the better driver here," he playfully teased. You scoffed and donned the headset, which was actually his, but you considered everything of his as yours. "You can't even park properly in my dad's garage."

Charles dramatically gasped and held his chest, as if you had delivered the most jaw-dropping, heart-shattering offense. Well, at least to him it was. "How dare you, woman!" he exclaimed, gasping again. "To be fair, your dad looked like he was going to chain me in the basement, starve me for weeks, and feed me to his chihuahuas." You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his words. It was true; your father always acted like he didn't want you to end up with Charles, but in reality, he secretly hoped you and Charles would visit again soon after your dinners.

"Kleo and Klea are good chihuahuas. Why do you hate them so much?" you joked, knowing that Charles and the chihuahuas never got along. "I would rather have you bite me than have those little demons murder me, my love."

"Do you mean it?" you asked, highly amused. Charles replied with a chuckle and playfully messed up your hair. "Let's get the simulator adjusted for you, my love," he said with a sweet smile as he stood up to make sure the simulator fit your frame.

"What track do you want, cherie?" he asked while still busy adjusting the seat and pedals to your reach. "The Monaco track, let's recreate your famous crash," you said with a mischievous grin, referring to his infamous "I am stupid" crash. As always, he gave you a blank stare, which made you laugh because you found it cute when he got annoyed with your teasing.

"Now, listen carefully, my love. The slightest error can cost you a race. You'll want to take corners with the right line, brake at the right moment, and accelerate smoothly out of them," he advised as the screen came to life. "Feel the brake pedal and accelerator. The force feedback on the wheel will give you a sense of the car's grip." His hands were still on yours as you gently pressed the throttle, making the car roar to life as it exited the pit lane.

"That's it, my love. You're doing great," he praised, all his attention focused on you. You couldn't see it, but you could feel his gaze on you. However, everything changed when you reached the mid-sector. Charles stood beside you, his face tense, as you struggled to control the car.

"Brake, my love. Brake, now!" Your hands trembled for a brief moment, unlike Charles, who was still in shock as if you were inside the car that crashed. It melted your heart to see how much he cared for you. "Relax, Charles. I'm alive," you assured him with a chuckle.

"I needed to remind myself that it was just a simulator and you weren't really inside that car," he smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek, sending butterflies fluttering through you.

With a relieved smile, Charles took a deep breath and said, “I have an idea. How about a little deal? Every time you crash, I'll give you a kiss on the cheek." You agreed with a playful nod, knowing that his kisses were something you cherished.

He continued, "And, here's the catch – if you can finish a lap without crashing, you'll decide what we'll eat for dinner." You smiled as you thought of something even better.

"If I finish a lap without crashing, I'll give you my yes." Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of giving him an answer you'd been holding back for far too long.

"Are you serious, ma cherie?" You only replied with a smile. The twinkle in his eye revealed his eagerness to finally hear that cherished word from you. The race was on, and the stakes were higher than ever, with each lap bringing you closer to a momentous decision.

As you maneuvered through the tight corners and sped down the straights, determination filled your veins. Charles watched with a mix of excitement and anticipation, both of you holding your breath with each turn. The pressure was on, but you were focused, and for the first time, you managed to finish a lap without a single crash.

As the virtual car crossed the finish line, you couldn't help but whoop with joy. Charles cheered and clapped, his face lit up with excitement. "You did it, my love! You finished without crashing!" he exclaimed.

With a triumphant smile, you turned to him, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "Well, Charles, it seems you've earned yourself a 'yes'." His face broke into a radiant smile as he realized the significance of your words.

Charles leaned in, his lips gently meeting yours, sealing the deal. "I've waited for this moment for so long."

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SHY GIRLS.

(blk!reader x delinquent connie, praising, overstimulation, public sex, pussy eating, car sex, tutor, connie being connie, delinquent connie, shy??? virginreader, black girl!!!!!!, reader’s mad at connie)

It was nearly 5, and connie still hadn’t shown up. it was like this almost every—single—day. and you were tired. tired of it all, you thought it’d be nice to tutor connie seeing how hard he was trying on the first two days. you saw how determined he was to raise his grades up since..his football career was at stake he needed the support, you were his only support. his parents didn’t believe he was gon make it let alone the damn teacher but you and Mr. Mack was hell-bent to prove them wrong, but now...— you sighed heavily closing the book before stuffing it into your tote bag.

watching the sun dialing down to rest, on your way out you said your goodbyes to the librarian who’s been keeping the library open for a while for connie. so when she saw you leave she decided to leave as well, shutting all the lights off. you walked through the halls of bayridge high and it was amazingly pretty. without all the rowdy, nasty, teenagers running up and down the halls. the school looked like some rich private school, it was rich, but it wasn’t private.

pushing past the double doors you heard light chattering coming from the side, you turned your head to an angle where you could see them from your peripheral vision, spotting light blonde your face immediately scrunched up.

Connie sat with his boys as they talked about their one-night-stands they had at the homecoming party. sharing a blunt with his friends connie’s lidded eyes spotted a familiar person, his eyes squinted trying to pin point who they reminded him off, it was on the tip of his tongue. “Yo, anit that yo tutor?” eren questioned which caused connie’s eyes to widened he quickly pulls out his phone to check the time, “shit.” he grumbles handing the blunt over to jean as both friends watched him scrambling to you. as you reached the tactile paving you heard footsteps from behind which instantly made you turn on your feet drawing out a pepper spray ready to fire.

“woah!” connie says as he stands in a defensive position. your eyes rolled and placed the pepper spray back in the bag, “now you wanna show up.” you grumbled crossing your arms on your chest, connie’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth trying to form out a reasoning to why he skipped the session, “look—i had- a smoke sesh to attend to after school?” you finished tilting your head connie’s head jolts back as his face scrunched up with confusion, “how you know about smoke sesh?” he says, you staled faced him. “Bye connie,” you said turning on your feet you began walking across the street as connie trailed behind his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned the area.

“it’s too late for you to be out here, y/n.” he says which caused your steps to come to a halt. turning swiftly on your feet you stared at him, “really? i wouldn’t be out here late at night if it wasn’t for your ass!” you spat as your acrylic nail jambs his chest, connie winced at the sharp pain you left. his hands rubs softly as he watched you run your mouth about how idiotic he was for missing his study session to attend a drug circle. seeing you all knitted up and mad made connie feel things he’s never felt before, your chubby cheeks puffed up as you glared at him through those large frames he adored. and those plump lips?? oh man don’t get him started. that’s all he’s been thinking about.

how good they’ll looked all wrapped around his cock as he rams it deep into your throat, your big doe eyes coated with tears and messy mascara running down your cheeks???, oh god. the type of shit that be going on in connie’s head was some crazy, sexual shit. “CONNIE!” connie’s eyes snaps up from your lips, “yeah?” he questioned eyes landing on yours. “did you hear anything i said?” connie’s lips twisted to the side he stayed quiet for a second before replying, “yeah.” your eyebrows knitted turning on your feet you resumed your walking with connie trailing behind like a lost puppy.

“stop following me,” you grumbled as connie caught up to you, walking shoulder to shoulder connie licked his lips taking a large step which covered you from walking any further. standing in front of him with a confused glaze his red lidded eyes staring down, your face scrunched seeing him just standing there as if he was contemplating something. “y’know how pretty you look right now?” he questioned voice soft as a baby bottom, slight rasp in the words he spoke you scoffed at him trying to butter you up, “stop tryna smooth talk me into forgiving you.” you said which made him chortle. “i’m not.” he replies in the same tone as before while his hands slithers up to your waist. you noticed his hand on your waist not saying anything about it since you enjoyed his touch, but you wouldn’t tell him that his large head would inflate with cockiness. “i’m jus sayin what i see. i see pretty so i say it,” connie smirks.

your eyes rolled. you and connie had somewhat chemistry happening between you two. you noticed it at first when he decided to lay his head on your lap during one of the tutor meetings which happened at his house due to the librarian being out. he was extremely touchy with you. kneading at the hems of your shirt while listening to you talk about Alexander Hamilton and his accomplishments, his parents were out on vacation leaving the house to connie he’s been calling you over—and it wasn’t for tutoring—to watch movies with him and hangout, laying on his chest while his hand caressed your back. you wanted to announce your feelings for him but the series of replies running through your head made you feel anxious about even liking him!

watching how the blue light projecting off the tv and coating his face, his pink medium sized lips parted slightly with light snores emitting. his freckles which were spread across his face, curly black lashes with his chest heaving lightly. you always imaged how nice it must feel to wake up in his arms everyday. frankly you haven’t noticed him talking to his “hoes” as much as he did before meeting you. now he was just all focused on you.

“cmere.” you groaned, “connie no..” you respond as his hand intertwines with yours. “cmere, lemme show you how sorry i am.” he whispers holding you close to him, chest to chest. you stared through your eyebrows before soughing, “fine.” you murmured which made a smirk smudge on his lip, he chuckled while his knees bent as his arms went beneath your ass picking you up in a hurry. “Connie!” you say with widened eyes, “relax i got you.” he assures while carrying you over to the car, he digs in his pockets and unlocks the door by his key. he placed you on the ground as he opens the passenger door, “get in.” you eyed him, “where are you taking me?” you questioned skeptical about this connie bottom lip lifts into his top as his head drops slightly to the right at your question. “now y’know i wont take you anywhere unsafe y/n.” your arms raised in defense, “you never know.” “get in the car,” connie stale faced which made you laugh.

now it was 6 nearly hitting 7PM and you were out in a beautiful park sitting on the hood of connie’s car as he stood between your thighs rubbing mini circles with his thumb. “y’want fries?” you questioned placing the plate of fries connie had bought from a food truck. “i’m good, eat it.” he says which caused you to eye him, “are you sure you won’t eat it as soon as i place it down?” connie chortled, “yes, i promise.” he says licking his lips afterwards. your eyes stayed on his, squinted, while slowly placing the fries on the hood, as soon as it was close to the hood. connie jerked his hand towards the fries making it seem as if he was going to take some.

you quickly reacted snatching the fries away, glaring at connie as he laughs. “hungry,” you rolled your eyes and placed the fries back down. arms wrapped around his neck for support you jumped off his hood connie’s hand still on your hips. “where you going,” he questions watching you walk, “somewhere you are not,” you smartly replied, connie’s eyebrows cocked up. “word?” you nodded a yes folding your arms on your chest. connie starts walking up to you which made you jog back a few centimeters. “if you fall i’m not gon help you up.” your face scrunched up, “i’m not gonna fa—ouch!” connie’s first instinct was to run over to see if you were alright. but seeing you jump back on your feet made connie eye you.

“fuck? u indestructible or sum?” you shook your head no trying to not cry at the stinging pain in your ankle. connie noticed your legs twitch while you had your lips rolled in and your eyes batting trying to stop the tears from leaking out, “you hurt yourself didn’t you.” “y-yeah.” you croaked connie shakes his head as if he was a disappointed father, trudging towards you he rest you back on the hood of his car and examined your ankle. “where does it hurt?” he questioned while his fingers ran along it trying to find the bruise, “right there..” you muttered navigating him to the stingy bruise, once his finger glazed it you instantly winced, ankle jolts back. “sorry,” he mumbles.

seconds after he examined the ankle, he eyes darted to yours bringing your ankle centimeters away from his lips your eyes widened, “i could kiss it better,” he suggest, your lips twitched as you watched him plant his soft lips on your ankle. as soon as you felt the cold sensation of his lips, you were instantly wet. not by that of course but by where his other hand did. running along your thighs leaving you with heavy breathing connie pulls away from your ankle softly placing it down. “why-connie,” he smirks, “i didn’t do anything,” he says while his hands ran up your thigh, leaning more into you. you swallowed harshly feeling as if it was hard to breathe, seeing him itching closer you quickly announced that, “i’m a virgin!” you shouted but quickly regretted after acknowledging you were still at a park which could have families out walking along the path, “i know.” he says merely inches away from your lips, “i’ma take it slow.”

$$

laying down on connie’s backseat while he was sat on his knees with your legs hunched over his shoulders with his head situated between your thighs licking and sucking vigorously on your pussy, licking up the juices you provided your head lolls back onto the seat, he held you, literally, held you. your lower body raised up from his hands being on your waist keeping it steady since you had the tendency to close your legs. connie lapping up your essence like a starved man who hasn’t ate in months. which he was, he has longed for this moment. every, single, day he sees you he imagines himself being stuck between those thick thighs.

you frantically tapped connie’s head, “con-connie, i gotta pee, connie! fuck!” you screamed which caused connie to smirk against your pussy, finally snapping away, his long digits inserts into your wet hole causing your mouth to agape, “that’s not pee, shorty. you’re about to cum.” your eyebrows knitted from the tightening sensation happening in your stomach connie watched as he works his finger in your cunt hitting every spot, than adding another digit, both fingers curled together “connie!” you shouted trying to grab his arm, moans sounded his car as well with the squelching sound of your pussy’s first reaction to connie’s thick long fingers. “shit,” he grunts looking down after he felt your walls tighten around his finger, “you gon cum? cum f’me.” he egged leaning down to whisper nothing but praises after releasing on his fingers, “there you go..let it all out” he chortles. removing his fingers out with a line of your essences connected to his finger and your pussy.

breathing heavy, you watched him unbuckle his pants, throwing the belt aside as if it was nothing more than just a flimsy accessory blocking his aching bulge, “fuck,” he whispered feeling the cold air hitting his cock. your eyes widened, “you’re planning on making that fit in me??” your voice filled with pure shock with a tad bit of a questionable tone, connie chuckled. “you’re adorable.” he says right before he plants a kiss on your cheek, “im’a go slow.” he says inches away from your face, he lines himself up still holding eye contact with you, watching your eyes widened and as your mouth parted. “connie,” you whimpered your arms wrapped around his neck for support, your back arched as he continued sliding his length in, luckily you were wet enough or you wouldn’t not been acting like this, “almost there baby.” he whispered planting a kiss near your ear.

your soft moans were like music to his ears, like music you’ll listen to in the gym. your moans reminded him of that type of music, giving him that urge to continue. “fuck!” he grunts finally sliding the whole thing in, hands plants at the sides of your face trapping you in between. “connie, i-it’s hurts..” you pouted catching connie’s attention quick, he leans down and kissed your jaw, neck, and collarbone. “it’s okay, just relax..” he whispers as he uses his kisses to ease the pain, minutes later connie still at the crook of your neck leaving kisses feeling your breathe glaze his ear, you whispered, “fuck me.”

oh do you regret saying those words, connie rams into you as if you were nothing but a little sex toy. his grunts fills up your ears, his sliver chain dangling above your face each thrust it jolts from the action. “fuck connie,” you babbled moaning out his name, your hand rest on your stomach feeling him moving around was insanely hot, connie noticed the distinctive bulge thrusting in and out, connie chuckled.

“damn,” grasping your neck with his hands connie pulled you into a longggg sexual yet passionate kiss, “fuck baby you’re so tight.” he says after pulling away his forehead to yours as his head was slightly angled downwards watching how good his dick look sliding in and out of your pussy. “con-connie, it’s happening again.” you blurted out followed by a loud moan, “yeah? u gon cum??” he questioned hitting harder than the usual speed he was going before. sending you straight to the holy gates. all you started seeing were stars as he continued to fuck you rough.

you heard him whimper and stifle a moan, “fuck, i’m close.” he moans your head lays back on the seat mouth agape with prolonged strings of broken moans as connie felt you release on him. coating his dick white as well with forming a ring around the base. seeing this connie instantly came.

coating your walls with his velvety, white, liquid. groaning at the impact his body falls on top of yours. both teenagers—they’re 18.— breathing heavily as they stayed in silence for a moment, “connie..” you said breaking that silence, his head picks up from your shoulder, “hm?” you fondled around with you fingers wondering if you should announce this or not. “what’s wrong, hermosa..” he questioned hands caressing your cheek, “i-i like..you..” you whispered which made connie’s eyes widened, you heard him chuckle which caused your heart to drop to your ass.

staring at him, “i’ve always liked you, i just thought you didn’t like me because of the way you acted.” he says through a soft grin fear vanished within a second after his response. rolling your eyes you crossed your arms on your chest, “well i had a reason to act the way i did.” you scoffed as this caused a smirk to line his lips, “quit being grumpy.” he muttered taking your chin and moving it to face him, he leaves a soft peck on your lips. “shut up.” you muttered facing the opposite direction trying your hardest not to let this smile line your lips.

part 2

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The Best Gifts In Indian Weddings

Satisfactory wedding gift thoughts in India – “each present from a friend is a wish on your happiness”. A gift is a manner to expose your love and admire to someone at valuable moments of their lives. Furthermore, the existing turns into greater unique while you are gifting it to a person on their wedding day. One’s wedding ceremony day is the maximum unique day of his existence. For this reason, you should make certain that your gift expresses your love and recognize for them simply. As a result, imaginative and prescient GMS Event  will tell you the fine wedding ceremony gift ideas in India.

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Choosing what to present in your dear ones is by no means an easy task. Each person wishes for his or her gift to be the only this is famous and preferred by way of all. For this cause, you need to pick a really perfect gift for the marriage couple. Although, there are a couple of present options to be had nonetheless it isn’t smooth to pick what would you present. To help you with the identical, we're right here! Here we're going to present a list of particular presents for couples in India.

Top wedding present thoughts in India

The present is a token of happiness and celebrations. Through presenting a gift to a person, you show your affection for them. At someone’s wedding ceremony, it's far usually smart to present them with a present they can bring in use. Or you can say a present that is particular and a memorable one. Underneath we're bringing up some Indian wedding ceremony items you can present to the going to be a couple.

Personalized wedding ceremony gifts

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Wedding ceremony gift thoughts in India

A Honeymoon package deal or a Romantic dinner

If the person holds a simply unique region on your existence, you can arrange for them a romantic experience to a lovely vacation spot. You can both gift them the flight tickets or ebook their rooms in a lavish hotel. Furthermore, you could also gift them with a romantic dinner skip at a royal eating place. Receiving such items on their wedding makes all and sundry unique and your items well worth noticing.

Special wedding ceremony gift thoughts in India

Useful home home equipment or appealing decorative gadgets

Gifting usable products along with home home equipment or home décor accessories has always been in tendencies. Here you get to select a gift that lies within your price range range. Furtherly, you could gift them a lovely God’s idol or a few appealing ornamental items which includes vintage clocks, artwork, and many others.

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Coins

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Mirrored Heart (captain rex x fem!reader)

rated: 18+ explicit 

word count: 5.6k

warnings: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, blow jobs, clone space racism?  

a/n: ANYWAY HERE IT IS. ive had this draft saved since like a year ago and just now finished it. anyway kwjrkejh here YALL GO. also thank you @jango-fettish​ FOR LETTING ME BORROW SYRENA 

It's curious. 

Well, you, as a whole are curious—completely outside the realm of what Rex considers normal. As far as senators go, that is. 

You're grumpy for one—worse than Skywalker and far more snide than Kenobi—a near gargantuan task bordering impossible. Wit and cleverness come to you easier than breathing, but it's your unwavering kindness towards himself and his brothers that sticks out like a blaster burn against alabaster white walls.  

He passed it off as a joke—some sort of mockery. Rex’s existence has been full of them. The past year it’s been made glaringly clear as to what the clones are to the people of the republic—tools. Mindless war machines dressed with flesh and bone, heart and sinew instead of durasteel and a circuitboard. Humanity has been skimmed over with excuses and debates over the hollow argument that clones were created for the sole purpose of war—nothing more. Ignorance is bliss when you are not the one fighting tooth and nail for petty skirmishes and the survival of your family.        

Ithyea, your home monarchal planet, is a newer member of the Galatic Republic—one of the firsts to advocate for clone rights—cutting through each argument with the steel headed javelin of hope and determination. Controversial in the eyes of the galaxy but no less than true. Yet with controversy, comes chaos. 

Wedged between Takodana and the Cerean Reach hyperspace lane—it’s an essential key to accessing more neutral space sectors without stepping on any toes. While the planet does mirror the size of a larger than average moon, there’s nothing but grandeur with the cutting edge advances in space travel and military innovations. An arts district too, one that’s presented multiple times for the Senate apparently. Rex has yet to see it. It’s an easy guess as to why Ithyea has gone under pointed attacks from the Separatists—it’d be foolish not to try.     

And of course comes the intergalactic mess of politics. You are not Ithyea’s first senator. Or second…or third. Just in the last six months, three of your predecessors have been picked off—two disappearances and a suspicious poisoning sandwiched between them. Which sides these assassinations stem from is anybody’s guess—a mix of both perhaps—all to silence and stamp the voice of your people out.

Heavy are the shoulders that wear those abhorrent senatorial robes, and Maker did it take some convincing for another Ithyean to step to the chopping block. It’s just…no one thought  it’d be you. The infamous captain of King Arrian Felian’s elite guard—trained in combat levels high enough to contend some of those within the ranks of the Jedi Order. When your name comes up in conversation, it certainly doesn’t scream diplomacy.     

Rex is not surprised that you hold the current record of Ithyean senators for surviving the longest. Evading an astonishing two attempts on your life by the skin of your teeth. You were just downright lucky the third assassin missed their mark. Sure, the blade of Syrena Aster skimmed the right side of your cheek and left behind a nasty scar to remember her by, but kriff—even with your background and low levels of public presence, you’re a high priced target. Whoever placed an order with the Heretics, really wants to see you six feet under.     

Rex hasn’t been given the full report on exactly who the Heretics are—a rag tag bunch of untrained Force users and skilled assassins from what he’s gathered—but regardless, this attack is just the beginning. Until the Senate and the Jedi are able to retract the price on your head, you’re stuck under protective custody. Usually ushered away into the Jedi Temple or tagging along with General Kenobi and Skywalker. Despondently, no matter the circumstances of your protection, it can’t shield you from the dreadful invitations to senatorial luncheons.

 And yes, you tried to slip by for this one. 

You don't brush elbows with other senator’s like many of the members in the Jedi Order and your own cohort do. In fact, you actively avoid even speaking to them unless necessary, let alone stand in the same room with seven of them. Odd for an elected official of diplomacy such as yourself to be so cold shouldered—Rex would think senators wanted to mingle.    

It's curious because you're standing in plain sight and yet no one pays you any passing thought. General Kenobi and Skywalker hold the majority of their attentions, shoulders already taught with exasperation at keeping everyone from tearing out each other's throats for, kriffing five minutes. Yet you...you are completely at ease, leaning up against a stone pillar, observing the unfolding chaos from afar with a keen eye. 

Before Rex realizes he's stepping towards your position, you glance over and dip your chin in greeting. The ghost of a smirk pulls at your normally grim facade—his heart skips. "Captain."

"Senator," he mimics, posting himself to your right. There’s still a thin, healing scab from the assassin’s blade that extends from the swell of your cheek to your ear. Ouch. “Enjoying the evening?" 

You snort. "Hardly enjoying it, Rex."

Stars—you shouldn't be allowed to say his name. Your words are razor-sharp like a jagged vibroblade, meant to jab and pierce through armor—tear a person to pieces without having to lift a finger. Everything about you is rough, gritty, brutal, unbecoming of what a senator should be, but— 

You mouth his name, purring out the singular syllable with such tenderness that it's like a punch to the gut. 

It's hard to swallow and he needs to clear his throat—an embarrassing act on his part, but your attention has already returned back towards the meandering senators. "How d'you mean?"

"Well," you sigh, "let's just say smalltalk isn’t my strong suit." 

"Aren't you senators s'pposed to like diplomacy n' such?" 

Your thumb smoothes over your bottom lip in thought as you shrug. "Diplomacy? Sure. Politicians? Can’t say I like them. I just—"

You wave your hand around, gesturing vaguely to the crowd. "I just don't understand why they can't say what they mean. Telling someone to have a nice day shouldn't entail certain death, y'know?"

"Speaking from experience?" He teases, gently prying into that harder than beskar wall you've created for yourself. There's fissions in your foundation and he means to tear it down all for just a mere scrap of information. 

Your eyes flick over, your lips curling into a vulpine grin. “Perhaps...Though, it was partially my fault, I have to admit.” 

“You’ll have to tell me the story sometime, Senator.” 

You nod. “Yes, one day—when there aren’t so many political ears jumping at the chance of gossip.” 

A swell of laughter interrupts your chat, your attention gravitating to Obi-Wan—ever the charmer with the crowds. The end of your mouth pulls into a frown as you sigh and carefully scratch at your brow with the back of your thumb. Rex might be pulling at straws, but what he mistook as you being standoffish may just be your nerves. Socially awkward and flustered when speaking in such an intimate setting. 

Rex’s first instinct is to reach out and place a hand over your shoulder in comfort, but he’s not sure how you’ll respond to the touch. Flip him over your shoulder probably—

Instead he forces himself to jumpstart the conversation—something to distract from your anxieties. “I hope you don’t mind me asking—“ His heart beat kicks up into a flurry of wild beats as you turn you head. “What uh..wh—did you want to become a senator?”

He likes it when you smile—like you’re letting him on some sort of coy secret. You shift your weight and shrug. “The king asked me personally. I’m flattered he thinks I’m clever enough—insulted he sends me to these abysmal gatherings like some sort of show pony.”

Rex chuckles. “Yeah, can’t say I like ‘em either.” 

“Although…” Your thumb runs over your lip again, a sparkle of mischief igniting behind your eyes. “As a senator, I do get the occasional tidbit of gossip. Here, I’ll catch you up—“

The captain startles when you snatch his elbow and yank him closer. Maker he’s glad for his helmet because your lips brush against his earpiece as he leans down to reach your height. 

“Look." You whisper, nodding casually in the direction of a particularly young senator with a shock of white hair. She's swathed in a pool of royal blue silk, much too large for her tiny frame, and all but hanging off Skywalker's arm with glittered nails filed into points. "That is Senator Ceci Paare of Corellia. She looks innocent, no?"

She does. Wide, crystalline green eyes stare up at the Jedi Knight as a pretty giggle escapes past her ruby painted lips. Skywalker grimaces. 

"I quite like her," you continue with a sly grin. "Even if she does try to influence public opinion by an invitation to bed." 

There's no time to process as you focus in on an older man. His hazy blue skin, ash white lips and vermillion green eyes cut an almost nightmarish profile, accentuated by mountains of black robes. Rex can’t recall what planet the senator represents. The senator holds his head stiffer than rebar to keep the ornate golden circlet from slipping off, his white lips curling in distaste as Orn Free Taa of Ryloth places a meaty hand over his slender shoulder. 

"He is Lord Tal’en Sol Ra'ah. Cunning, but sympathetic to the pleasures of gambling."

It's a game to you—of perceptions and nuances only a trained eye can roll over. Rex expects nothing less. This sort of thing has been hammered into the very essence of your being since you were little—reading an enemy before they can strike. It works on politicians marvelously well. 

Truth be told Rex should be paying more attention—but the closeness of your face to his helmet is maddening. His heart twists and coils as your bare hand skims along his gloved one—kriff. He’s not gonna make it before he bursts into a thousand little pieces.  

Rex’s spell of lovesick yearning recedes as you swear under your breath. It was only a matter of time before someone approached your little corner.  

"Oh, Maker save me," you hiss under your breath as a young Mirialan saunters over, the swatches of rich red and brilliant gold accentuate his violet skin like a bloody bruise. "Pretend you're speaking with me." 

"I am speaking with you," Rex snorts. 

Your hand waves in dismissal as your brows stitch together, hands balling into fists. Your jaw clenches as the senator in question puts on a dazzling smile. You look downright panicked. Rex has witnessed you face down numerous senators older than dirt and close to blowing away in the wind with plucky fervor, assassination attempts, being held captive, and you're frightened…by this? 

This is too good. 

Rex has half a mind to help you, wheel you away from your little predicament, but his intrigue with seeing your oh-so-solid resolve crumble is much too valuable and entertaining to pass up. He's going to remember this for years.  

"Rex."

"Senator," he mimics, not at all frightened by your poisonous glare. "Some diplomacy might do you good."

You begin to snarl out a threat but are decidedly cut off by your object of horror planting himself before your hiding spot. You cower into the corner like a boxed in loth-cat. "Ah, my favorite Ithyean! I had begun to worry you would not make it, my dear friend."

"Senator Lin," you sigh. The smile you offer is tight and thin; a nervous one much in the same way one would be if presented with a box of toenails for a birthday gift. “How pleasant to see you."

Senator Lin’s deep violet lips part with an easy smile. He waves a hand in dismissal, his silver rings glinting in the warm lighting. "Please—call me Toluka. No need to bother with such formalities between companions." 

Rex suddenly understands your trepidation with the Mirialan—he’s slimy. And, not to mention, not at all ashamed with the lecherous looks as his eyes sweep down your body. Rex clenches his teeth and folds his arms behind his back. He’s regretting not heeding your warning now…  

Try as you might through brutal small talk and chilly answers, Senator Lin refuses to take the hint. A dark plume of venom green lashes through Rex’s chest as the Mirialan places a friendly hand over your shoulder. You grimace as Rex bristles and glares through the visor of his helmet.  

Senator Lin’s lips pull into a gaudy smile as he glances at Rex and then at you.“My dear, don’t you know? It’s not worth wasting your time with a clone. After all, they’re all the same person. How boorish—come join us at the table.”

Your teeth bite into your cheek as your temper, like the silver of blade through the darkness, cuts through your steely irises. With poised nonchalance, you lift your hand and pinch Senator’s Lin’s fingers between your own and pry them off your shoulder. “Is that so?”

“Your campaign, valuable as it may be,” Lin continues, “is a useless endeavor. They are not our equals and never will be--you must know that." 

Rex forces himself to remain calm—collected and certainly not imaging a thousand and one ways he’d like to see his fist breaking the fragile bones of the senator’s face.  

"Fine buttons stitched upon your shoulders do not compel your worth, Senator,” the harshness of your words is a blow straight to Lin’s ego. His well-groomed brows furrow drastically as his tongue struggles to play catch up and find words to repair his shattered pride. 

There’s no chance for Senator Lin to regain his footing as your snatch Rex’s wrist and sweep him out into the hall. Rex can feel your anger roll off of you in waves, frighting and holding the same caliber of roaring waves thundering against black, craggy rocks. It’s a miracle the night didn’t end with your hands wrapped around the senator’s throat or a blaster shot through the chest. 

When you reach the lower halls of the cruise ship is when you release Rex’s wrist. You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers and release a long, dramatic sigh.   

"You are worth far more than that pompous ass," you say with enough edge to slice through a droideka's shields. "He has no right to say those things to you." 

“It’s alright,” Rex soothes, placing a hand over your bristling shoulder. “I’ve heard worse.” 

Your features scrunch up into a wince. “That...that doesn’t mean you have to suffer through more of it, Rex.”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair and loosen the heavy outer robes strung around your shoulders. You shrug out of them and fold the thick swaths of fabric over you arm—revealing the under layers of your uniform. You toss the bundle of fabric to the floor with a disgusted grimace and sit on the cargo crate closest to your left. 

“Really—it’s ok.” Rex assures again. “I—“

You hold up a hand and shake your head. His mouth snaps shut. “I won’t hear it. To me you are nothing short of perfect and I refuse to argue about it. Maker knows I already do that for a kriffing living.”

There’s a fragile lull in the hollow space—the distant chatter of voices and strange music collecting in the corners. You stand once again, toe to toe with the Captain and there it is again, that elated pitter patter of his heart thrumming through his veins. The nerves of being so close to you—you sweet face and not being able to touch you.  

“Let me see your face.”

His hands come up to the edges of his helmet without hesitation, a hiss of hair escaping the seal once he pries it off. You smile and take a step closer until the only thing separating you and him is his helmet. 

Rex’s eyes flutter shut, leaning into your hand you gingerly place over his jaw. “I wish the entire galaxy could see you through my eyes,” you whisper, the warmth of your soft palm radiating out and warming his entire body.  

It’s a matchstick to kerosene—his helmet clatters to the ground and there’s only a second to spare as both hands move to cup his cheeks, dragging him into a mouthwatering kiss. 

He hasn’t kissed many people—save for those rare times at 79’s, head swimming under the haze of one too many shots of Corellian fire whiskeys where he could barely distinguish his ass from his hand. Those drunken make-outs were nothing like this. 

No—this…this is what a kiss should be like.   

He dreams about you all the time—so constantly ravenous that all he can feel some days is pure ache. Every and all words that spin around his head starts with you and finishes with his pounding heart close to bursting free from his ribcage. Not in the same way a flood rips through an unsuspecting village—more like the brilliance of a thousand doves, marble white plumage thrashing free from their gilded cage. Your lips taste like the core of a newborn star—scorching and yet still so sweet upon the tongue the same way caramelized sugar sticks to the roof your mouth. You are his first and last everything. 

There’s a certain kind of tragedy hidden beneath your tongue, fragile promises and the eggshell thin shards of hope stapled to the roof of your mouth. Rex will take it—seize any threadbare strand and run with it—spool it into the palm of his hand until you’re wound so tightly together it’ll be impossible to untangle.     

Just when the dizziness sets in from elation and not enough air, you part and leave a sticky trail of warm kisses up his jaw. Rex groans and hugs you closer, you humid breath blooming across his skin. “Let me take care of you.”

The words on his tongue crumble to ash once he nods in agreement. Your kisses dip lower, not even stopping when the reach the edge of his chest plate. Stars, you’re…he never entertained the idea that your lips could look so divine in contrast to the battered plastoid. When you fold onto your knees his heart leaps to his mouth, a flare of arousal flashing through his groin. 

You rest your chin over his codpiece and smile. “Do you like seeing me on my knees, sir?”

Rex huffs and studies at the opposing wall—

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Your fingers find the claps over his codpiece. “Can I take this off?”

Rex jerks his head in a yes but grabs your wrist. Not a rough hold—a tentative one as hesitation swirls in his eyes. “Don’t—don’t have t’ do this for me—“

You quirk a brow. “I want to because I like you, Rexy.”

A rosy blush blooms over his sharp cheekbones. The captain nods again.

The codpiece clatters to the ground and immediately you move your hand to palm him through his blacks. He grunts and squeezes his eyes shut. There we go.      

Biting your lip, you pull down his blacks as far as the plastoid plating allows, greeted with the hard length of his cock, beautiful and flushed a rosy brown. Fuck—he’s thicker than you thought. You wrap your fingers around the base, delighted by Rex’s airy gasp as he throbs in your palm. A bead of liquid shines at the tip and just the sight of it makes your mouth water. 

Moons—you should’ve done this sooner.

With a stuttering inhale, Rex trails his forefinger along your cheek and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. The pads of his fingertips skim lower and lightly pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Your eyes lift to meet his. “You—you sure?”

You answer with a kiss over the dip of his navel, the skin searing hot under your lips. Rex curses and rolls his head back onto his shoulders when your palm slides up the length of his cock and then back down. Your grip is firm and tight as Rex slumps onto the crate, goosebumps rushing up his exposed flesh. Stars, when’s the last time he’s gotten release like this? 

You lean forward and lick a languid line from the velvety skin of his balls all the way up to the tip. Rex’s hips jolt. You purse your lips and suckle at the head, dipping your tongue over the slit then down to trace the ridge of his frenulum all the while your hand rolls up and down his shaft. Rex tangles his fingers into your hair with a hiss. You open your jaw a bit wider and take him down a few inches into the wet heat of your mouth, feeling your lips stretch around his cock. You you drag the flat of your tongue along the underside of his shaft to make the thickness easier to swallow down, but he's still only halfway into your mouth when he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck—" Rex moans as his hips strain to remain still. “S’good—such a good girl.”

You glance up, eyes devouring the attractive length of his clean shaven throat and the underside of his chin. Rex swallows and let’s out another little sound. You whine softly in return and slip a hand into your pants, pressing your fingertips against your throbbing clit as you start to carefully bob your head up and down. Yeah—your jaw already aches just from holding his cock in in your mouth but fuck it—it’s worth it.   

Rex's chest heaves with exertion as he mindfully rocks his hips up, pushing and rolling his cock deeper into your mouth until his shaft is nearly seated all the way in. Ditching your own pleasure entirely, you swallow around him, forcing down the urge to gag and simply hold him here. Allowing him a moment to just enjoy the soft warmth of your mouth before launching into the main event.  

Rex murmurs your name and strokes his thumb over your cheek. “You’re beautiful—so pretty like—like this..ah—” 

You pointedly hollow your cheeks and suck, his flattery warming your chest with pride. You swallow around him another time, squeeze his shaft, your fist following your mouth as you lift up then back down to the base. You grunt at the abrupt jolt of his hips. There’s no distinctive rhythm you can follow as you pull halfway up and let Rex rock his hips into your mouth—seeking out his pleasure without a coherent thought in sight. Just a cacophony of gasping breaths and rough moans of your name. 

Soon enough he’s twitching in your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tips back onto his shoulders. The gloved hand sweetly cradling your cheek slips to the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers into you hair to anchor himself. He’s close—quiet gasps and broken curses tumbling out, hips unconsciously rocking into your mouth in search of release.

Rex whimpers your name, his leg jolting as you work your jaw wider and swallow him down, the dark curls tickling your nose once it brushes his groin. “Oh, fuck.” 

You hum around him, delighting in the mumbled praises. Almost there…That’s it. 

He’s dangling on the precipice—on tiny shove away from euphoria—

“Wait—“ Saliva dribbles down your chin when his cock pops out from your swollen lips, throbbing from the unintentional tease. “Maker—shit.” 

If not for the gloves covering his hands, you’re sure they’d be turning white from how tightly he grips the edge of the crate. His eyes are squeezed shut, slightly bent forward as he falls away from the edge of his release. Rex sucks in a steadying breath, amber eyes meeting your confused ones. 

“I don’t—can we—“ Rex’s eyes flit and focus on anything but you as he stutters and works up the courage to ask for what he wants. “Do we have time—“

You rolls your eyes and rest your cheek on his thigh. Silly man. “You wanna fuck me, Rexy?”

“Kriff, yes.”

You smile and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I don’t think they’ll miss us."

Rex doesn’t complain when you take his hands and yank him onto the grubby floor and over your senatorial robes. He props his back against the crate as you shuck off everything below the waste and clamber into his lap. His hands, warm even through the leather, land over the swell of your hips and wrench you closer until your front presses up against his chest plate. 

The rough prickle of his stubble is, in all sense of the word, addictive. He tilts his head to kiss you, the slick touch of his tongue on your bottom lip adding jet fuel to the fire low in your belly. Rex groans and cups your jaw, holding your mouth open to dance his tongue along the length of yours. You whine and shudder as he purses his lips and lightly sucks on your tongue before you both part. 

Rex drags his teeth over your bottom lip as you both pant for precious air. His dark lashes sweep up his cheeks when he looks at you. This close you bare witness to the dazzling color of his eyes—crystalized pearls of amber over the crackled bark of pine tree in the midmorning sun. Muted gold threaded through the brown like fine lace and the slow shimmer of the sun dappled through water. To think such a man like him is dredged through the bloodied mud of war is despicable.

You blink away the swell of tears prickling at your eyes and kiss him once more. Sighing, you whisper down, mouthing soft nibbles and teasing kisses over his jaw and down his neck. Rex squirms and rock his hips up, your cunt clenching around nothing. You need him.   

“Rex,” you groan. You slide your hand between your bodies and grab at his thick length. Rex gasps into your mouth, long fingers clamping onto your waist in a death grip. “I want you.”

“I’m yours.” 

Your nibble at his earlobe as you grind your hips against his length, the folds of your cunt teasingly out of reach. “Touch me, Captain.” 

Rex tears off his vambraces and gloves, hand wedging between your thighs, touching the very tips of his fingers to your throbbing clit. You whine and clench your jaw—the pleasure is raw—sizzling electricity that crackles with the deadly promises of your pleasure. It’s as if you’ve had the breath knocked out of your lungs the second he bears down a bit more on your clit, drawing tentative circles, each completion sending a shockwave of tightly spooled ecstasy through each and every nerve. You nearly sob as his fingers slip away. 

“So wet already,” Rex moans as you tip your head back when two of his fingers begin circle your dripping cunt. They’re thick and long and perfect. Your hips stutter as your cunt easily accepts his fingers, the heel of his palm slotting perfectly against your pussy to stimulate your clit. 

Maker you’re seeing stars as Rex rocks his hand into you—the bend of his fingers the perfect angle to catch all the right places that make you tremble. He kisses your cheek and moans your name into your ear, all low and gravelly— 

Your body seizes up tight as you soar, plummeting off the edge only to tumble so fast and so hard that tears prick the corner of your eyes. Rex peppers kisses over your cheeks and runs his free hand through your hair, purring praise and adoration as you shudder—your mouth parted in a silent cry as you cum and dissolve into his hands. 

When you suck in a steadying breath and open your eyes, Rex is gazing upon you with starstruck eyes—pure adoration that makes your cheeks flare hotter than the surface of two mini suns. Your teeth catch your bottom lip. You’re not sure you deserve to be looked at like this…

However, you’re impatient and running on stolen seconds. As much as you’d like to just simply stare at him—there’s not enough time. Rex wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and slides the tip of himself through your soaking folds. Each stroke against your still throbbing clit makes you buckle into yourself, but the angle that your knees are propped over his hips means you're stuck here. 

Rex pauses and cups your cheek. His thumb scrapes over your cheekbone. “You want this?”

You place your hand over his and turn your head to mouth a kiss over the lines of his palm. Oh, fuck yeah. Kind of him to ask as if hadn’t just cum over his fingers but—no. “I need you to fuck me, Rex. That’s an order.”

Rex huffs out a low chuckle and bumps the crown of his forehead against yours. “As you wish, Senator.” 

Rex runs the blunt head of his cock through your folds again, slicking himself up with your arousal. You mewl and dig your nails into the hard plastoid as the wide tip of him pushes into your entrance—he shudders as you clench and wiggle. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s in no small. You’ll feel him for days, you’re sure of it as your cunt swallows inch after inch. 

You both groan as he finally bottoms out. His jaw his clenched tight as sweat beads at his blonde hairline—Stars above, he’s a sight, struggling not to loose control the second he’s buried inside of you. Desire tickles up your spine, tugging at the fabrics of your being until all you can focus on his how Rex isn’t moving. You shift your hips in tiny, almost imperceptible motions, and squeeze around him. 

“Damn—“ A ragged moans slices through his words as your gentle rocking morphs into needy jolts. It’s easy to fuck yourself onto his cock like this, but the measly thrusts are meant to tempt him. “Fuck, cyare, you’re tight.” 

You smirk and grab at his sculpted shoulders—it’s the push he needs. Rex snarls your name, cups his hands under the globes of your ass and pulls you off his cock nearly all the way out only to slam back in. There’s no time to adjust before Rex sets a pace, fevered and rabid All pent up energy collecting over the weeks you’ve known each other. Each roll of his hips borders erratic, taking his pleasure without thought—intent on reaching his own end after being denied for what feels like ages. 

You squeal in surprise as Rex pushes you onto your back and hoists your legs around his hips. Rex buries his nose into the crook of your neck and moans your name like a sweet prayer wrapped in honeycomb. Rex shifts his weight, widening his knees to sink deeper into your cunt—his stubble tickling your throat as his staggered exhales burn hot over your skin. 

You choke out a groan and feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs—hear the thrusts of his cock into your cunt become shamefully wetter. Electric heat sears down each vertebrae in your spine, scorching through each and every veins with the catastrophic brilliance of an imploding star. Shit—

“So good t’me—so perfect,” he huffs into your ear. Rex turns his head and steals a kiss. “Feel fuckin’ good stretched around my cock."

You clench around him hard as Rex’s hand sneaks between your bodies and rubs tight, little circles over you swollen clit. There’s barely any build up to your orgasm—just a blinding surge of devastating warmth that sweeps through your body, from your aching center down to your toes. It steals away all the air left in your lungs and leaves your clutching his arm and shuddering for a hold in your own reality—the steady warmth of his body that’s unburdened by armor a much needed anchor for the madness that threatens to drown you. 

His gentle, and pliant kisses morph into little pricks of his teeth over your neck and collar bone as his hips struggle to keep a definitive pattern. Rex’s curses string together and blur into nonsensical noises and loose tongue admittances that are comparable to moving inches from an imploding star.   

“Where can—can I?”

You grab at his head and whine his name. “Anywhere—in me—you can cum in me.”

With a loving caress over back of his neck and a sweet whisper of his name, he reaches release. Rex’s moan is airy as his eyes slam shut and captures your mouth in a sizzling kiss. He’s twitching in your arms as his hips erratically jerk, hot spurts of his release coating your insides and beginning to leak over your robes you lay over. Whatever. 

Rex nips at your skin as the last dregs of pleasure jolt up your spine. Neither of you say a word as Rex’s hips come to a slow. Time trickles through your fingers like sand through an hourglass half empty but instead of rushing to dress, you choose to lie on the ground—two halves of a mess someone’s been meaning to clean up for the better part of a long while. You feel at home here—content as your fingers run up and down the back of his head, a bit irked by the armor still covering his back. You’re terrified of the months to come—but at least you have each other. After all, gardens will bloom and flourish with fresh blooded love and wild mistakes sculpted from passion forever if you believe hard enough…wont they?

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