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angelicmichael · 3 years

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What if Xavier had a kid he didn't know about and he meets them for the first time after he's already a ghost? Maybe there's a kindergarten group that takes a trip to the camp, and he just has this spirit intuition as soon as he sees them and KNOWS it's his child. Do you think you could expand on this idea? I'd love to see what you come up with!

A/N: This was so fun, thank you for this idea dear anon!! I'm sorry it's late but hopefully u like it 😶. Also, I apologize this is so dark and heavy- I didnt intend for it.. it just, kinda happened lmfao. I turned this into a 'x reader' and it starts with Xaviers POV and ends with readers perspective!! First few paragraphs are pretty dark and then the rest is weird.. angst fluff LOL.Hope yall enjoy 💖💖💖

Warnings: First few paragraphs discuss Xavier's thots about dying SO, it highkey gets dark yall I'm so sorry, mentions of anger?? issues, mentions of murder, stops getting dark roughly around paragraph 6 if u wanna skip all that, MAJOR ANGST, reuniting, very brief Xantana reference 😈, mention of kids, bit of fluff.. think that's it :)

In Xaviers eyes; the worst part of being killed in a desolate camp and having to reside there for the rest of eternity; wasnt the fact that he would have to handle Richard Rameriez and tolerate his peers for eons to come. Sure, both of those things required an adjustment period but.. the realization that his life with you was abruptly cut short, was what truly broke him.

It took him being stripped from everything he once knew to truly appreciate how heavenly life once was before Camp Redwood. He had a steady job, good friends, and a relationship with a actual living, breathing person.. Not to shade Montana or anything, of course. However he had taken all of those things for fucking granted; moving to Camp Redwood definetly had made him become humble- at the very least. He was now nothing but a mere shell of the person he once was; nothing to bring him out of this absolute living nightmare he found himself in.. At first this mindset nearly consumed him, it drove him to kill multiple times.

There was no point in trying to conceal the anger he felt, no way of trying to channel it out into a more socially appropriate way and at this point.. there really was no point in trying to do so. Out here in the forest, espically after he was killed, life outside of the forest soon seemed as if it was some type of myth or fairytale- something not real or attainable. Time in the redwood forest felt different- days quickly bled and melted into weeks, and then months.. trying to guess the date was something Xavier gave up on doing after about the first week.

As much as he tried to deny it, being dead and becoming trapped here had completly made him lose his grip on reality and his previous life. Soon enough, the thought that life even fully existed outside of the camp and that there was actual fucking laws against killing (something which was now a leisurely hobby) had completly slipped his mind momentarily in the beginning as well. Out here in the forest, nothing felt real execpt for his anger that he held onto so tightly.

It was really the only thing he had left; atleast for a while.

The pain of losing his partner, (y/n), still remained but letting that grief not consume him was easily the hardest battle he had fought in his life. Xavier realized he still had his friends - and if he really was going to live for eternity, he sure wasnt going to spend it angry.

After so many years of being 'cursed' to spend forever in this forest, keeping track of the time was something Xavier rarely bothered with, but - it was obvious by the suns posistion, and even the slight mist that made the grass wet that it was just starting to cut into morning. Xavier walked through the forest alone, nowhere in particular to go or to necessarily do, only a sudden need to go and be alone. Almost a beckoning, for him to go and be somewhere else. To witness something.

His days were more often than not purely mundane; he had absolutely no excuse to not listen to this odd and sudden attraction he felt toward a very particular spot in the camp.. so, that's what brought him to where he stood now. Close to the road that brought visitors (a nice word for victims) into Camp Redwood, right next to the mess hall which was rarely used close by.

Xavier felt wildly uncomfortable standing so close to the place which previously held so much trauma - and honestly still did.. The place where Chef Bertie died. Xavier paused, about to just say 'fuck it' and just give up and go back to where his friends resided (or atleast Montana) when.. he heard it.

His sign, the thing that seemingly enticed him in the first place.

It first sounded like the old, familar sounds of tires coming across a gravel road - Xaviers mind immeadietly jumped to perhaps this could be new people.. new vistors.. new victims.

His blood ran cold when he heard something else; an eerie ringing of chains hitting against the ground. Something that was mostly a associated with buses.. and hauntingly familar. He had little to no time to think or even act on his suspicion when he noticed that a yellow school bus full, and nearly combusting with children was pulling into the camp.

Xavier wasnt exactly certain the bounds that ghosts had when it came to certain bodily functions like vomiting, but hes sure that under normal circumstances he would certainly be sick by now. Nevertheless he could feel his body tense up and the other natural symptoms associated with anxiety also kicked in. Urging him to clumsily get out of vision; he stumbled behind a few trees that poorly blocked him from sight. He continued to watch in complete and utter horror as the bus came to a stop, and it didnt take long for kids to start pouring out of the bus. Xavier felt his heart drop and his blood run cold every time a kid exited the bus and stepped on the dirt soil of Camp Redwood.

Xavier whipped his head around; scanning the surrounding area to make sure no other ghosts were here to bear witness to this.. Xavier was nearly always down to commit murder, it was really the only thing that kept him from fully going insane from pure fucking boredom but - kids? There was no fucking way he would let anyone touch them.

While he thoroughly scanned the area, he noticed a few adults leave the bus out of his periphery vision. He thought nothing of it, chaperones were to be expected on elementary field trips but.. the strange beckoning feeling he felt ealier visited him again, urging him to turn his head fully and look at one of the chaperones more closely. Instantaneously, he then automatically realized why he felt so compelled to come to this spot.. Why he was meant to be here at this exact moment.. It was you.

At first he thought he was merely hallucinating; you definetly looked significantly different from the last time he had saw you but.. he knew it was you, his partner that he had before his life completly went to shit (minus the catastrophe that occured with Blake, of course). He knew instantly, it was your eyes, your stature and just.. your overall warm and familiar aura that gave your identity away. He couldnt believe that the person he had so fucking desperately wanted to see more than anyone or anything was only a few feet away - and now, that you were finally here... All he wanted for you to do was to leave.

As soon as he saw you he felt a sudden tightness posses his chest and throat which accompanied the formation of tears burning his eyes; hastily blurring his vision. He had to physically restrain himself from sobbing outloud; trying his best to just swallow down his tears. His whole body felt as if it was on fire with anxiety, but he chose to continue to stand still behind a few dainty trees - trying to pull himself together so he could actually have the chance to think critically and choose what the ever living fuck he was going to do next.

While he waited for his blurry vision to clear, he chose to focus on the semi distant figure that he knew was you. He took in the little details; like how the sun highlighted the colors in your hair and your simple but charming outfit. It took him several moments to think of why you would even be here in the first place, with a school bus- and thats when another dreadful realization hit him.

Only parents were mainly chaperones when it came to elementary field trips.. meaning-

No other thought crossed Xaviers mind as his eyes flicked down inhumanely fast to the child where (y/n) stood next too.. and immeadietly he knew.

The features the child shared of both you and Xavier were partially a giveaway, but most importantly.. it was the feeling he had that confirmed his belief. The initial anxiety he felt of the kids arriving still remained but was significantly muted and mostly replaced with a overwhelming sense of pure love. The feeling spread to every fiber of his being, and so did a odd urge to protect this small being which he knew was his.

Not ever in his entire life had he felt this way about someone (execpt for perhaps, you). He felt himself taking a few steps forward, at first completly involuntary but he knew he had to talk to you. Just the idea of reuniting tasted so fucking good but, he knew he couldnt get too greedy if he was going to talk to you. He knew confronting you had to be solely done in order to save you and his child, he couldnt get carried away. He wouldnt.

He tried his best to appear casual as he submerged from behind the trees, his hands held behind his back - the only way he could get them to stop shaking. He tried to relax his shoulders and appear confident as he strided up to you; your back turned toward him. He continued until he was directly behind you, he wanted to tap your shoulder but - touching you seemed out of the question. That would confirm everything, it would make it seem actually real and not like this just some torturous dream.

"(Y/n)"? He spoke.

Xaviers breath hitched as he watched you whip around to face him. He studied your features as you went from looking utterly confused to surprised beyond belief.

"Xavier, what-"

"We need to talk".

Xavier quickly grabbed your hand, leading you away from herd of kids and the few sparse chaperones that were amongst them. A few of them gave you two a few odd looks but neither you or Xavier particularly cared, after all this was the first time in years you two had seen eachother. You hastily followed his lead, feeling slightly embarrassed that it was obvious how nervous and simply caught off guard you currently were. Your palms (one of which was still holding onto Xaviers hand) were starting to moisten with sweat. These feelings only amplified once Xavier turned around to face you. The intensity that was in his eyes put you on edge - never in your time of dating or knowing him did he ever look so serious with you.

"What are you doing here"? Xavier spoke, his voice was still in a higher pitch, slightly breaking.

"What"?

After years of not being able to see you, in fact; years of you not even knowing where he went - this was how he chose to greet you?? Automatically your blood ran cold with the sudden realization that something was wrong. Seriously wrong.. but the feeling didnt just apply to your ex boyfriend. It was the entire camp.

"Its not safe here, you need to take the kids and leave". Xaviers voice more visibly shook this time as he spoke; as if his words physically pained him.

Your heart skipped a beat, the sudden pain and anguish starting to fully settle in. You couldnt believe it; after years of not seeing you - this was all he had to say? Was he fucking joking?

"What? A-are you kidding? Xavier, I havent seen you in years- I didnt even know you would be here-"

"I'm sorry (y/n). I'm so sorry but you have no idea what this place is like. You just need to go, and the kids. And promise me you wont come back".

It was torturous to watch tears gather in Xaviers eyes, and watch as they streaked down his cheeks. The sadness you previously felt was now washed away with red, hot rage. The feeling spread throughout your body like a wildfire that he was seemingly rejecting you.. but you knew now this wasnt some pathetic excuse. Something was seriously wrong here; and now it was starting to become too obvious to ignore.

Xavier looked hauntingly the exact same from the last time you saw him. He forever, looked as if he was still stuck in the same moment of time - like in the summer of 1984, which was when you last saw him.

You didnt realize you were still holding onto one of his hands until you reflexively tried to move it to brush away his tears that were still staining his cheeks; but awkwardly.. you chose to do so with your other hand. Squeezing the one hand you were still holding onto a bit tighter.

He winced as you touched him, and as much you tried your damn best to hold it together - you could feel tears starting to burn your eyes as well.

"I cant promise I wont ever come back, Xavier. I need to see you again, and what about-" you said softly, about to reference the child you two shared together.

"No, you'll see me again (y/n). I promise.. okay"?

He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles; the tears you trying so desperately to hold in were now sliding down your cheeks. Your breathing was now horribly choppy. You were on the brink of full on sobbing but you held yourself back - it was nearly time for you to go.

The fact you would have to go back to go the others and make up some bullshit excuse to leave, put a bitter taste in your mouth.. but your sure Xavier had a valid reason for ushering you to leave. Even if he didnt want to tell you right now; you trusted him with your life.

"Okay.. Fine. I'm coming back though, and I'm sorry I couldnt find you sooner". You admitted.

You dropped his hand that you were still holding in order to wrap your arms around him. To get one final touch to remember him by. You were desperate to fully touch him and to be wrapped in his embrace, something you had desperately and madly missed. As he held you; you tried to soak in his scent, his aura.. just the fact that he was even here seriously with you, in this moment.

You previously assumed Xavier had passed away; that was easier to come to terms with rather than thinking he willingly ran away or.. that something else more sinister had happened. A part of you wanted to be frustrated that you were leaving with more questions than answers but.. you didnt care. Your heart didnt care. You were just happy you were able to see your boyfriend.. no matter the circumstance or conditions it came with. Even though you were stupidly happy, your thoughts kept annoyingly circling back to the same question - how was Xavier here with you, living.. breathing.. in the flesh. How was this possible? You were about to speak your thoughts outloud when you first felt Xavier break away from you. You didnt get as much as a second glance just when you felt something soft on your cheek. Perhaps a goodbye kiss? and then.. just like he wasnt there at all, he was gone. Almost as if he completly disintegrated into the fresh, morning sky.

You felt your entire body stiffen as you realized he was gone.. again. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how you felt. It was a nasty mix of both grief and anger that left you completly speechless and deathly still. You took a step back to combat the feeling, and attempted to look casual (and not like the person whom you were just hugging had completly fucking vanished). Sheepishly taking a look at the group you had arrived with and making sure none of them noticed your.. odd behavior.

Sure enough, none of them did. They all stood, and continued on conversing just like they were before you had broke away from them. Smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong; just like they didnt have a care in the world - just as if the love of their life wasnt ripped away from them for a second time.

Even though Xavier was now gone, that odd, unsettling feeling still lingered with you. Like something was terribly wrong here, in Camp Redwood. The feeling wasn't entirely bad though; sure - the overall air in this place reeked of something terrible but.. now you felt something else mixed into it. A comforting essence of safety; Xaviers presence. You knew he wasnt directly beside you anymore but he was somewhere.. lurking. Watching you, as you begrudgingly walked over to the group you came with. Making up a bullshit excuse in your head so you could escape whatever this place was pretending to be.

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papirouge · 2 years

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Do you have any recommendations for blogs that talk about the Bible, God, His Word, prayer and repentance? I'm getting burned out of the traditional femininity, future-wife/marriage obsessed, overly political, everyone's-a-sinner hate laden blogs. It's taking a negative toll on me.

Not really lol

To be frank I think me not looking up any Christian bloggers or going to any church helped me build a more authentic relationship with God because I don't rely on anyone else. I don't drink the Kool aid if these demon filled church and am content being homeschooled by the Holy Spirit lol. It's just me and God. You don't need nothing else, really. That's how primitive Christian were doing and they were just fine.

... I would lie if I said I didn't have Christian channel I genuinely enjoy though lol but you'll notice they're extremely small (a good sign), not clickbaity or political (I personally will never take seriously a Christian being into politics or voting)

My favorite Christian channel EVER is french so idk if it might be relevant here but here is it. His predications truly helped me on so many levels...!! :

It's mostly after prayers that God led me to content totally answering my issues so I'd say that the drill is to talk to God FIRST and then you'll stumble upon good content.

But I really warn you about hyping up Christians medias bc there 99% chances they are crooked. The concept of professional Christian blogger is a joke. I loathe Christian bread tube. Preaching the Gospel isn't a job. God never asked you money to be Saved - that's why it's called Grace. I'm conviced you can't be a BIG Christian blog without selling out at some point lol

About burned out by the whole trad feminitity/Christian doomcult political weirdos: I totally feel you. To give you some perspective I'm into my 30s so I'm too old to subscribe to "clubs" like some of them do. I'm very confused at how hating your governments and basically anyone not thinking like you (liberals, LGBT, BLM, anti Capitalists, Socialists, etc) has become so widely accepted into the Christian scene. I'm sick of seeing Christians joking about killing people. And I'm also sick of their hypocrisy. I'm on this hellsite long enough to remember them making fun of SJW in the early 2010s for calling anyone they didn't like Nazi..... and NOW watch these right conservative call the government "Nazi" just bc it doesn't do what they feel entitled to🤔

They don't seem to realize how pathetic and whiny this behavior looks like. It did in 2013, and it still does today. Everyday logging in to whine and complain about their government, taxes, mUh LibERAliSm/eVryThInG i dOnT LiKe iS cOmMuNiSm!!.....Yall grown adults, DAMNIT! GO OUTSIDE AND TOUCH GRASS. 🌿GOD IS GOOD AND YOU ARE STILL ALIVE!!!🌞 Some of you are literally frying your brain being terminally online hanging around equally mentally damaged basement dwelling weirdos entertaining this doom mentality ALL DAY LONG!!

It's sooo obvious none of them engage with people they don't agree with IRL and can't properly argue without babbling slurs and cuss thinking their the smartest bulb bc their circle jerks of deranged fellas uplift each other in this mess (i.e online Libertarians).

About tradfeminism: I agree with you, I'm very tired by *some* toxic tradwomen thinking seeking for marriage/wanting babies is a personality trait and that any women having standards/ambitions beside homemaking is a gold digging whore brainwashed by modern society. I'm in my 30s and for some I might be too old for marriage and am just an old hag ranting but IDC, I wish more Christian celibate women of my age would speak up about their life which doesn't have to involve child, marriage and performative feminitity to be fulfilling. God made me a woman. Woman isn't a perform, it's an all around Existence. And I don't need no fluffy dress, baby around my arm or ring around my finger to achieve it.

Sorry for digressing anon but to sum it up

TL;DR:

98% of the online Christian scene is wack - especially on Tumblr

You'll find more equilibrium in your faith with hanging around people IRL than online

Tradfeminism is cute for what it's worth but don't let yourself be burnt by it. Femaleness isn't a performance, and traditionalism ≠ Christian.

Having standards isn't anti Christian or anti trad. Yall forget that women in the old days sought after rich men for survival....so in a way, gold digging is more "traditional" than marrying for love. Let that sink in. You can't pick the trad lifestyle only when it's fitting.

Follow older Christian. I wish I did when I was younger because older people have a more laid back perspective on thing and are not getting hysterical at everything. That's why Christian kids out there are insane. Also follow (older) Christian regular women who aren't making a weird fetichization around marriage, babies or feminitity. there is life for childless women past 30 (lol). And life never goes as you expect...and that's okay.

#answered #tradfem

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clonecaptains · 4 years

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CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS | vampire!oberyn martell x reader

rating: e - for typical oberyn smut & this is a vampire story so there’s some blood and some suspenseful moments!

word count: 3.7k

summary: You’re on a tour of the medieval prince Oberyn’s castle. You take a wrong turn during the tour and end up somewhere you don’t expect. Maybe this castle really is haunted.

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a/n: this is an attempt at some horror-esque writing and im really excited to share this w/ yall! feedback is much appreciated and as always thank you to my partner in crime @pascalispedro for your help w/ this!!!

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Travelling the world alone is a mistake. That’s what your family and friends told you. Maybe they were right. But you needed a time of self-reflection and to do what you wanted to do. No agenda. No time restraints. Other than when tours started, or transportation would leave. You could do what you want and when you wanted.

This week you’re in Spain. You’d seen an advertisement for ancient Spanish castles, and you wanted to hit as many as you could.

It’s a sunny day when the bus drops you and other tourists off at your next castle. You’d leaned against the glass window of the bus on the way in, completely in awe of the sheer size of the estate. The stone showing its age but still standing strong. The sunlight shining on the towers and sturdy walls.

The air is fresh when you step outside the bus. A groundskeeper nearby is mowing the lush grass. There’s a clamor of excitement from the tourists with you. You hear whispers about this castle being haunted.

You don’t believe in ghosts, but there’s still a chill that goes up your spine when you look up. The walls are steep from the ground. And is that? A face you see in the window?

“Everyone gather round for the tour!” the tour guide’s voice distracts you for a moment, but that chill still lingers. You shake your head; you’re letting the whispers get to you.

The tour group shuffles inside and you’re in the middle. You cross the threshold into the main entrance, and you gasp. It’s a gorgeous room, it’s massive. Every wall and floor are dark stone, ancient bricks still mortared together after all these years. Black and red tapestries and velvet carpets and ropes line the walls and floors. Chandeliers and candles line the walls and ceilings. The old fixtures remain but are dark – the more modern fixtures illuminate the space with electricity. Many fixed with fake electric candles to look as if the lights are flickering.

The tour guide is speaking, but you’re only half listening as your eyes are drawn to a large portrait on the back wall. It’s difficult to see in the lighting. Though there are small windows, there’s a shadow cast over the dark painting. The reds and blacks match the rest of the space around it.

The man is handsome. Tall. There’s a glint in his eye, a mischievous look. His robes are exquisite. Black, with dark grey suns sewn in the fabric. A deep red tunic is under the robes, and an expensive necklace hangs low on his neck. Many rings are on his fingers. And the tan skin of his chest is on full display. He’s on the stone steps, hand on the banister. Glancing down you see the spot where this portrait was painted.

“Prince Oberyn Martell, known as ‘The Red Viper,’” the guide points to the painting. “This was his estate. It was given to him by his father the king. Oberyn was due to inherit the throne but was murdered on these very grounds in mysterious circumstances.” The tour guide makes his voice try to sound ‘spooky,’ but you can’t help but roll your eyes at his weak attempt.

“How did he die?” someone in the group asks.

“No one knows how the prince was killed. All that is known is his untimely death came in the south tower. It’s where his body was recovered, and he was buried.”

“Is the south tower on the tour?” another voice asks.

“It’s unfortunately closed due to renovations; however, the north tower is identical and Oberyn’s tomb has been recreated there!” This seemed to satisfy the crowd, but you heard someone behind you whisper about how people mysteriously go missing in the south tower.

“They had to cancel tours because someone always went missing.”

You feel that chill again looking up to the painting of the prince. Was it smiling like that before?

You really need to get some sleep.

The next room you’re led to off the entrance is the dining hall. A long table stretches the length of the room. The tour guide mentions notable guests that would have dined at this table during the life of the prince.

Another portrait of him is above the fireplace.

“This guy was vain wasn’t he,” someone snickers.

“In fact,” the tour guide laughs, “he was indeed. While known for his generosity to his kingdom, he was known for being promiscuous and a host of wild parties. There are dozens of stories of his famous orgies and the lovers he’s taken. There’s a speculation he was murdered for the secrets he knew.”

As the tour continues, you find yourself hoping to find a new portrait in each room. Each one he looks the same. Same strong jawline, same handsome features. The only difference is his pose and the background behind him. Each painting resides in the room where it was painted. And each one is perfectly placed in the room, so a shadow is cast over it. He’s never fully in the light.

It’s disappointing to discover so many parts of the castle are roped off due to renovations. You’d hoped to see the library, or his old bedroom – but both are closed.

“Last part of the tour ladies and gentlemen! The north tower! As I said before, the south tower is closed – so this tower is an extra replica!”

The guide leads the group up a steep spiral stone staircase into the top room of the tower. Immediately upon entering, you notice there’s no portrait of him in here. There’s a fireplace, a few books scattered, and most noticeably, in the center of the room is a stone coffin.

Across the top, is a statue of Oberyn laying on his back. You examine the stone seeing him in further detail in better lighting. He has a crooked nose, and a thin line of hair growing along his jaw. The artistry is beautiful, the craftsman worked hard on the detail. The very stitches of his robes are etched in the stone.

You pause at his neck, there seems to be a small scar. Two in fact. You lean in to touch the stone when the tour guide gasps, “don’t touch!”

The exclamation startles you and you topple backwards. You catch yourself on your hands, but the abrasive stone scrapes the palm of your hand. Frazzled, you part from the tour to look for the bathroom you saw on the way in.

The lights in the bathroom are harsh and unforgiving in comparison to the dimly light halls of this castle. It’s strange to be in a modern room in the middle of something so ancient.

Hissing in pain, you approach the sink sticking your hand in the warm water. There’s more blood that you originally thought, and it smears on your hand making you feel squeamish. You splash cold water on your face and feeling dizzy still – you enter an empty stall to sit down for a moment. To breathe.

There’s something in the air in here. You feel a thickness in the air, a weight on your lungs. It’s hot and sticky, but there’s a chill running up your spine and goosebumps on your arms. You can’t get those shadowy eyes out of your head.

It’s just ghost stories.

You’d read about how scary stories affect the body. It activates your fight or flight instinct, puts you on high alert. It’s perfectly reasonable to be a little spooked in a centuries old castle where there was a sinister murder.

Feeling silly, you shake your head at yourself and get a fresh paper towel to clean off your hand. Tossing it in the trash, you start to make your way back to the tour. It’ll be over soon, and the castle will be closed to the public.

You’d run into the bathroom in such a hurry you don’t remember which way you came in. Suddenly you’re down a hall you don’t remember seeing. It’s a long hall of portraits. Not of Oberyn though. You’re in shock at how gorgeous they all are. Each painting is massive – the bottom of the frame touches the floor, and the top of the frame touches the ceiling. Each portrait is of someone different, elegantly dressed with an even more extravagant room behind them – none of which you recognize.

You know now you’re in one of the closed off hallways.

You won’t stay long, just enough to see the Oberyn portrait down at the end.

You vaguely hear the announcement for the castle closure, but you want just one peek at this painting. Then you’ll leave.

This one is the most beautiful so far of Oberyn. It’s still in a shadow, but you step right up to it to look at it. Behind him is what you can only assume is his bedroom. A fireplace is in the corner and a large four poster bed in the center. He’s in the same red and black robes that you’ve seen all afternoon. The detail on this one is intricate. All the others have been mounted high on the walls – too far away for your eyes to see the tiny details.

Leaning in you look at his neck, to see if there’s a scar like on the stone coffin. You get closer and closer-

“Are you lost miss?” you hear a voice behind you, and you gasp.

“You scared me!” you laugh, turning expecting to see a worker from the castle museum behind you. Only, you don’t see anyone. “Hello?”

Your heart starts pounding. Are you hearing things? Or is this place really haunted?

You turn back around to the Oberyn painting but instead of the painting – it’s the man himself. You scream and turn to run back down the hall, only to your horror to see all of the ‘paintings’ come to life. Each portrait subject takes a step out of the wall – they were never paintings. They were only standing still – a trick of the light allowing you to believe they were paintings.

At first you think it’s a prank, until you see their eyes turn black and fangs in their mouth catch the light.

“Are you lost my dove?” Oberyn’s voice comes as a devilish whisper on your neck. His hand coming to grasp your arm to keep you from running, or perhaps to keep them from getting to you.

“Virgin blood is the sweetest blood,” a man nearby hisses, and you try to pull away from Oberyn.

“Aye,” Oberyn hums bringing your hand up to his lips. He tenderly brushes a kiss to your injured palm. “You had one last month,” he tuts at the man. “Leave her alone!” he speaks out to the long hallway. Most of them turn around and retreat to their rooms. You see that now; the frames were only the doorframes.

The rest of them leave the hallway to move about the castle. It’s well after dark now.

You’re alone with the prince now.

“Are you lost little dove?” he repeats. His voice is thick and smooth like honey. The rich accent coats the air.

“Is this a prank?” you start to cry, “I promise I’ll leave.”

“It is no prank sweet one.”

“Are you real? I thought you died?”

He chuckles, then looks up at you – showing you his four fangs and black eyes. You gasp, and quick as a blink he looks back to normal.

“Are you going to kill me?” the tears still falling from your eyes.

“No,” he shushes, wiping your tears with a long warm finger.

“But he said something about virgin blood,” you sniffle. Your entire world just came crashing down realizing that these creatures do in fact exist and that’s all you can think to say.

“My subjects partake in the pleasurable taste of human blood. It’s like a drug to them.” He’s stalking around you in a circle now, observing you. “I however,” he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing them to the back of your hand, “prefer to partake in the pleasure of, well – pleasure.” His smile is wicked, and you can see his fangs peek out from under his lips.

He pulls you to him, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. His lips part from your hand, hovering above your neck. You tremble in his arms and you wince when he opens his mouth.

This is it, you think. You’re going to die here in some castle in Spain and never see your family again.

Your body tenses, ready for the bite, but instead his lips press on your skin in a gentle kiss.

“I mean no harm,” he purrs. “I cannot say the same for my subjects. For your own safety you may dine with me tonight as my guest and you’ll be free to leave in the morning. If you choose to leave now, I cannot guarantee your safety.”

He offers his hand to you, waiting for you to take it.

Weighing your options – you figure why not? And take his hand.

His slender fingers weave with yours as if you were familiar lovers. He brings your hand up to his lips again to kiss your knuckles. He guides you, leading you out of the long hallway and into the main entrance, speaking softly as you go.

“How did you sustain this injury?” he asks, thumb brushing over the torn skin on your palm.

“I fell. In the north tower.”

“Ah yes, the false rendering of my tomb in the south tower.”

The night continues to get stranger – the electric lights in the main entrance have gone out. The space is illuminated now with the real candle fixtures on the walls.

“Is that how you really died?” you ask. You look at him and look for the scars on his neck but see none.

“It is,” he replies. “But when I was reborn the scars healed.”

He walks you through the entire castle, telling you its secrets. There’s a party going on in every room, men and women’s bodies tangled with each other. Food and wine are everywhere. Oberyn walks casually with you on his arm.

“Does this shock you?” he asks seeing you turn your eyes away from a group of people pleasuring each other.

“It’s – not how I thought this day was going to go,” you laugh.

“Let me take you somewhere quieter?” he offers and leads you back down the ‘portrait’ hall into his ‘painting.’

There’s a tray of food on a table, and your stomach growls. It dawns on you that you’ve not eaten in hours.

“Please,” he motions towards the tray and you hungrily grab a piece of bread.

Hunger gets the better of you, but you’re still suspicious.

“How do I know that you’re not just feeding me so that you can feed off me?” you ask him. “I don’t want to be eaten.”

He chuckles at your frankness and takes a step towards you.

“The only part of you I wish to eat,” he steps closer. You freeze and drop the bread in your fingers. “Is that sweetness between your thighs,” he purrs his body now pressing up against yours. His hand cupping your sex through your jeans. “I only need permission.”

You shudder, but you can feel the electricity through his fingers. It’s strong, it’s a magnetic pull. You have no other option but to say yes.

The moment the word exits your lips, the lights in the room dim. The roaring fire quiets down.

His hands reach for your shoulders and he begins to kiss your neck again. This time opening his mouth a little. You can feel the graze of his fangs on your neck – but they do not break the skin.

“Wait,” you gasp and pull back. “Does the door have to be open?” you ask motioning towards the door leading to that hallway.

Oberyn smirks, his left eyebrow lifting.

“The rooms have no doors; it’s so my lovers can pour in and out of whatever room they wish.”

You look down at your feet, not enjoying the idea of being seen by others. You’ve only just barely agreed to be seen by him.

“Fear not,” he coos and hooks a finger under your chin. He snaps his fingers and you hear a slam of a door behind you. Turning to look, you see a door has appeared. You don’t question it. This is already a weirder night than possibly imagined.

Oberyn pulls your attention back to him, and he shrugs his outer robe. Leaving him in the tunic underneath. For a moment you wonder if he’ll have issue taking off your sweatshirt and jeans, but then you think – he must have been doing this for years.

“Why me?” you ask, trying to calm yourself down as he kisses along your neck and under your jaw.

“I smelled you when you first walked in, knew I wanted to taste you,” he licks your neck and you shudder again. He pulls on your sweatshirt – tugging it off you. Your shirt comes next, then your jeans.

When you’re left exposed in your underwear, he licks his lips – he sucks on his teeth making a sharp sound.

“You look ravishing,” he hums – tracing his finger along your shoulders and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He shrugs his tunic then, leaving him in pants only. That chain and rings also remain on his tan skin.

The trembling never stops. His intoxicating presence is clouding your judgement, the alarm bells in your mind are being muted. It was only just a few hours ago that you were learning about this man, and now he’s unhooking your bra with swift fingers.

“Here sweet one,” he coos and guides you to the bed for you to lie down, “your knees shake.”

You lay back and he comes to lay down next to you. He props up on his elbow, and his other hand comes to grasp at your breast. Fingertips trace around your nipple, he chuckles when it perks for him. He pinches your nipple then with two fingers and you jolt. He does the same to your other breast, and his mouth comes to rest on the other. His lips sucking, his fangs ever so slightly grazing. It’s hot in the room, stifling. That chill up your spine is no longer a chill, but deep arousal. It’s not in the back of you neck anymore, it’s pooling between your legs.

When he’s satisfied that you’re satisfied, he slithers off the bed and kneels between your legs dangling off the bed. Those quick fingers dance along your panties and he looks to you for permission, which you give with a sigh. He tugs them down and parts your legs with his hands before you can close them in your shyness.

It doesn’t scare you to have his dangerous mouth so close to you. In fact, the first touch of his tongue almost kills you from pleasure, not from fear. His fingers tease your opening and slide as far as they can go. You gasp roughly when you feel a cold ring pressing against your slick wet entrance.

His lips suck on your sex while his fingers move inside. The combination of the two has you toppling over the edge in no time.

No one at home will believe this.

As you come down, he stands to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. He pushes you back further on the bed so that you’re resting on a pillow. You look around for a moment, taking in the scene. From this angle, you can see the closed door, if it were open, you’d have a view of the entire hall. There are no windows in this room, only paintings and tapestries. Oberyn comes into your sight then, very tan in the orange glow from the fire, and very naked. The flames catch his necklace and rings, they shine even in the dull light.

You blush to see him so naked, but it arouses you all the same.

“Are you alright my dove?” He purrs laying down on top of you.

You nod, growing to like this pet name he’s given you. You have no thoughts in your head about what tomorrow will bring, only that you feel the tip of him at your entrance. His skin burns like a furnace, you thought he’d be cold. But it’s quiet the opposite.

He kisses your lips hungrily when he pushes inside. Your hips rise up to meet his and his hands wrap around your body to hold you to him. He swallows your cries and your body tingles and burns with the intense heat and pleasure he’s giving you. His thrusts are sure, slow, and heated at times, but fast and harsh in others. It’s as if he knows exactly what your body needs to reach that delicious high that you’re chasing.

His lips move down to your neck when your orgasm closes in. He’s pushing, thrusting hard and fast on that spot that has you seeing stars. Your body shakes, pulses, quivers. He bites on your neck when you come undone, the pleasure pounding in your veins. You’ve never felt like this before, never felt this good. Your entire body thrums from the nerves and exhilaration of having been taken to bed for the first time. The pleasure is blinding.

The rest of the night is a blur to you, your orgasm so strong.

The next thing you remember that’s clear – is you wake in the morning in the bathroom. A worker comes in to find you on the floor.

“Are you alright?” she asks, panic in her voice at finding a person so early in the morning.

“I think I must have passed out,” you laugh. But you don’t remember anything. The last thing you remember was scraping your hand and coming here to clean it off.

She laughs politely, but then turns to leave quickly. You shrug it off and try to remember what happened last night. Now it’s last night that is a blur.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a sharp pain in your neck. You gasp to touch the wound to feel four holes. The memories all flooding back.

You turn to look in the mirror to get a better look at your neck. The pain is getting worse, it’s white hot.

You gasp then when you see – you have no reflection.

#oberyn martell #oberyn martell x reader #game of thrones #pedro pascal #vampire oberyn #my writing #my gifs #mine #KJHKJLKJL IM SO EXCITED #taylor talks

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honkster · 3 years

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Ranboo’s wisdom

RanbooLive – FIXING LMANBURG FOR THE FESTIVAL || DREAM SMP - 02:16:00

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Dono: I just tweeted you a girlfriend application.

Ranboo: Because we all know that the one person everyone would like to date… is a Minecraft Twitch Streamer. That is such a sad sentence. You need to raise your standards. Okay? You can do… SO much better.

“We don’t care” You should care! You guys can do so much better than a MINECRAFT TWITCH STREAMER, I swear. Like, holy cow. It’s so… Why?

Do like a doctor or something! Try to date a doctor or something. Not a MINECRAFT TWITCH STREAMER, Jesus.

And you would have to explain to your parents “yeah, he’s a MINECRAFT TWITCH STREAMER. He plays Minecraft in front of 30 THOUSAND PEOPLE EVERYDAY.” You do not want to have to explain that.

You guys really need to raise your standards, I’ma be real with you. You guys just see MINECRAFT PLAYER – WOO. That’s not what it should be.

Dono: I wont stand for this self deprecating talk.

Ranboo: It’s not self-deprecating, it’s just true. You guys don’t need to go “Minecraft Streamer aWOOGA”. You guys can do SO much better, my goodness.

Dono: ranboo I literally dated a discord moderator. My standards are in hell

Ranboo: *just laughing*

Dono: im into minecraft streamers LMAO!

Ranboo: *barely speaking through laughing* that is just such a sad sentence to hear, I’m sorry.

As someone who grew up watching like… CaptainSparklez in his prime and everything that is so funny to hear.

Minecraft streamers are my type.

*More losing-my-mind laughing*

Dono: It’s not fair that you’re hot.

Ranboo: Guys, I literally wear-… we’re not even gonna get into that.

Dono: Ranboo we are watching YOUR stream. We don’t have standards to begin with. JK JK

Ranboo: DANG. Oh my god… I don’t know what I wanna say to that. That just made me sad. That just made me ten times sadder. But you guys still need to raise your standards for dating people.

Dono: they hated him because he told them the truth

Ranboo: EXACTLY *clapping* EXACTLY

Dono: it worked for philza

Ranboo: Philza is DIFFERENT. I believe, I may be wrong, that his wife was one of his first viewers so it’s when he was a small Minecraft streamer and not as LAME. And he also played ROCKET LEAGUE. Which is a… WAY COOLER GAME TO SAY.

Dono: all twitch chat know is awooga minecraft streamer and pogchamp

Ranboo: True, true. Guys need to raise your standards, please. Please. I’m begging you guys.

“...we are the losers” Guys. I literally play Minecraft. I’m literally just- YOU GUYS REALIZE WHAT I’M DOING RIGHT NOW!? I’M LITERALLY JUST- “can a doctor MLG I don’t think so” I CAN’T EVEN MLG *yeets off cliff* LOOK AT THAT

Guys just need to raise your standards for people your standards should not be at MINECRAFT STREAMER. You can SETTLE for Minecraft Streamer, okay? You can- you can SETTLE for a Twitch streamer, okay? But you should not be GOING for a Twitch streamer.

You guys can do so much better than Minecraft Streamer.

Dono: ranboo you don’t understand how many men are just bad. All streamers have raised the standards and not a lot of them are nice like you guys

Ranboo: Oh so it’s basic human decency that ya’ll want?

Dono: BUT YOU GUYS HAVE PERSONALITY!!!! AND YALL ARE FREAKISHLY TALL!!!! all I hear is pros and no cons

Ranboo: Personality… And tall. That’s even worse than going for a Minecraft streamer!

Dono: whatever you just said not true king!!

Ranboo: …

Are ya’ll okay? I hope ya’ll are doing okay...

Dono: I think the impressive thing is personality not occupation hence why most people simp over mc youtubers

Ranboo: Well the thing is I only show one part-… eh I’d say I usually act like this I’m a huge- I’m a H U G E idiot, so… no, I do act like this.

Dono: ranboo what if my family already is disappointed in me

Ranboo:… Just… You just dribble around them and- shoot a free throw.

Sorry that was me acting like I’m interested in sports for a little bit. Did not work.

Dono: Wait till you hear some of us s-

Ranboo: NOPE. NOPE. Nope.

Dono:… we don’t go outside and socialize with real people

Ranboo: YEAH so you go MiNeCrAfT sTrEaMeR WOO.

That’s what you guys do. That is what you guys do.

Dono: not my fault ur personality makes u ho-t…

Ranboo: *unintelligible “how the fuck do I even react to that” noises*

CHAT I HAVEN’T EVEN SHOWN MY EYEBROWS.

Thank you so much for the 3 dollars!

Dono: well at least these guys like real people. Ranboo some of us are in love with 2d characters; let them have this

Ranboo: Oh… o h. O h h h…

Dono: @everyone go touch some grass

Ranboo: True TRUE. GUYS. Look at what you’re spamming in chat and then look at what’s on the screen. Think about it.

Okay but in reality though? As long as whoever you choose- it shouldn’t matter what their occupation is, it shouldn’t matter what they look like. All that should matter is that you guys are communicating and that both of you are willing to put love into the relationship like that’s the main thing you know? So just… Just make sure that you’re happy.

^_^

But also…

“But Bo Burnham told us to lower our expectations” NOT THAT FAR.

He was meaning don’t go for someone unrealistically perfect. He didn’t say go for someone realistically terrible.

#ranboo #completely correct mcyt quotes #ranboo spitting facts though /j #I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THIS WHOLE THING HAPPENED NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT #i wonder why :)#dream smp

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edgewaterfarmcsa · 3 years

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CSA WEEK 10

P I C K L I S T

KALE - CHERRY TOMATOES - PLUM TOMATO - MELON - LEMONGRASS - THAI BASIL -

JALAPENOS - SCALLIONS - HAKURAI TURNIPS OR DAIKON RADISH -

BELL PEPPER - LEMON CUKE - SLICING CUKE - ZINNIAS!!!!

The New England growing season is terribly short (June-October). We break up this tiny passage of time into short bursts we call seasons: strawberry season (5ish weeks), blueberry season (3ish weeks), melon season (JUST GETTING STARTED WOOT WOOT!!), etc… These fruit bursts force you to show up and give all you got because the harvest is so fleeting and nothing during any other time of year compares to the season that you are currently in. As we combine melon season with the entrance of tomato season, we simultaneously welcome in the real muscle season: canning season. August is this wild month where everything (all the crops) catch up and suddenly you are hit with this pain in your gut that SUMMER IS SHORT and SUMMER IS ALMOST OVER and holy shit, it's time to savor every bit of it and figure out ways to bottle up the sun. So, I turn to processing veg (can/pickle/ferment/freeze) as a coping mechanism to battle the inevitable change to Fall. Also, canning is pretty fun and deeply satisfying and mostly delicious (however there is the occasional science fair experiment gone wrong). From here on out, with every CSA that comes and goes, I will try my best to provide one item in bulk(ish) that will beg you to be processed, so you too, can take summer with you into the cold dark months ahead (i hate winter).

But before we go into pro-tips and how exactly you are going to deal with all those jalapenos- I need to tell y'all about this extremely productive and joyful experience that occurred weekly alongside the CSA Summer Harvest: enter, Kayleigh season. Kayleigh worked at the farm years prior, but we never connected- she was slingin veg at the farmstand, and I was picking veg in the field. This year she approached us looking to get back to Edgewater and low and behold, I needed help. AND-SHE-SHOWED-UP. Yall, Kayleigh season lasted for 9 whole weeks and I am GRATEFUL for every single one. Working alongside Kayleigh is actual magic. Her work ethic is insane, her jokes slap, and while paying attention to every detail of every task, she is constantly looking ahead, reading my mind, and lightening the load. On top of all this, she glows and our convos flowed. My best connections and life changing conversations always happen during a full day outside- sunrise to sun up- in a field, during a harvest with someone great. She is someone great. Kayleigh season ends today. Next week she begins Nursing school and I’m so excited for her… (to take care of me when I'm in need of medical care jkjkjk).

All that said, so long Kayleigh season- a damn good season- all too fleeting, powerful, and so full of joy.

PRO TIPS:

This recipe is recommended by my dear friend Sam who is a master jalapeno pickler… He gives the following suggestions:

I would use less sugar

Also you can put the sliced jalapenos in the jar and just pour hot pickling liquid over it.

YIELD: 1 PINT SIZED JAR The BEST recipe for easy homemade pickled jalapenos from scratch! Fresh jalapeños pickled and jarred.

15 to 20 large jalapeños, sliced, stems discarded 2 garlic cloves, smashed and peeled

1 cup distilled white vinegar 1 cup filtered water

4 tablespoons sugar (optional as it is for flavoring) 2 tablespoons kosher salt

In a medium sauce pan combine the garlic, water, vinegar, sugar and salt.

Heat to a boil, stirring to dissolve the sugar and salt. Once at a boil; add the sliced jalapenos pressing them so they are submerged under the pickling liquids. Remove the pot off of the heat and let them sit for 10-15 minutes.

Use tongs to transfer the jalapenos into a clean jar. Ladle the pickling juices over top until you've reached the top of the jar. Let cool at room temperature before securing a lid and popping them into the fridge.

I personally would treat these as I would any opened jar of jalapenos. They should last a long while if kept refrigerated in the airtight jar.

**REVISED: I've found that 20 medium jalapenos will fill a quart size jar. I upped the water and vinegar to 1-1/4 cups each. Sugar and salt stayed the same.

*This is not a canning recipe therefore not shelf stable and will need to be kept refrigerated. With that said, I personally would treat these homemade pickled jalapeños as I would any opened jar of pickled produce in your fridge. They should last a long while if kept refrigerated in the airtight jar. Also, the spicy heat of the peppers should mellow out the longer they are in your fridge. If looking for canning instructions or directions, follow the USDA guidelines.

BY SHOSHI PARKS (bonapp)

As its name suggests, lemongrass is a grass with botanical origins that stretch across South and Southeast Asia, from India and Sri Lanka to Indonesia and the Philippines. Also called Malabar grass, Cochin grass, or fever grass among many other names, lemongrass (Cymbopogon citratus) grows in large bushy clumps. Its stalks are woody and pale green with bulbous lighter-colored bases that are somewhat reminiscent of green onions. Used whole, chopped, or pummeled into a paste, lemongrass adds a light but complex flavor and aroma—simultaneously lemony (hence the name), gingery, and floral—to sauces, soups, and meats.

In some parts of the world, lemongrass is also treasured for its health benefits. When brewed into a tea, the plant is considered an immunity-boosting treatment for a wide variety of ailments including gastrointestinal distress, fever, and asthma.

How can you use it? In South and Southeast Asian cooking, lemongrass commonly conspires with ingredients like garlic, galangal (and/or ginger), cilantro, Thai basil, shallots, lime leaves, and coconut milk to create bold, complex flavors.

To prepare lemongrass, start by peeling the stiff outer leaves away from the stalk to reveal the slightly softer underlayers. Slice the grass in two spots, about half an inch from the root and approximately three inches up, where the whitish color begins to turn green.

The pale lower section of the lemongrass is the meatiest bit. Even so, it must be sliced thin and then finely chopped, pounded into a paste with a mortar and pestle, grated with a box grater, or tossed in a food processor so that it isn’t too tough to chew. This is frequently how lemongrass is used in Cambodian cooking, Yun says, especially in the preparation of the spice paste kroeung.

Lemongrass is often finely chopped or pounded in order to break down the tough stalks.

Once minced or pounded, lemongrass can be added to marinades or grilled meats for a touch of sweet citrusy flavor or used to brighten curry pastes and simple sauces. Powdered lemongrass works here too. “Start with one teaspoon powder per lemongrass stalk, but be sure to taste as you go to make sure you’re getting that lemony-ginger bite,” Payumo advises.

And despite the fact that lemongrass isn’t traditionally used in recipes of Western origin, adding it to creamy pastas or homemade ice cream is an unexpected delight.

But while only the lower bulb of the lemongrass stem is edible, every portion of the stalk has a role to play in the kitchen. The fibrous upper section of the stalk is full of tons of lemony, gingery goodness. To release the flavorful oils, both Yun and Payumo like to bash or flatten the lemongrass stalk with a cleaver or the side of a large knife. Payumo will also sometimes bend the stalk back and forth a few times instead of smashing it to release the oils.

Fresh lemongrass stalks work best in dishes like soups and slow-roasted meats that simmer for long periods of time. In Filipino cuisine it’s commonly stuffed inside whole pigs or chickens and then roasted, Payumo says. Extensive simmering or roasting is also the best use for dry lemongrass, which rehydrates as it cooks. Like with bay leaves, remove the lemongrass stalks from the dish before serving.

Bruised, oil-rich lemongrass stalks work in the glass too. They not only make a mean cocktail stirrer, but they can also infuse spirits with almost no effort at all. Go ahead, throw a lemongrass stalk or two in a bottle of vodka and let it sit for a week before drinking. You won’t be sorry.

How should you store it? If you store it right, lemongrass will pretty much last forever. Wrapped loosely in a towel, the stalks will stay fresh and flavorful for a few weeks in the fridge. Otherwise, they’ll do just fine in the freezer, either uncut or pre-prepped. Try portioning minced, pounded, or grated grass into an empty ice tray for no-fuss future use. Dried and powdered lemongrass should be kept in sealed containers and out of the light.

Now go smash, slice, and pound away. You may not be getting to South or Southeast Asia this year, but with your new lemongrass skills, at least your culinary skills will permit you to imagine.

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millennial-ring · 3 years

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Can we get more info on 5-7?

5. Dear God

So this one is ANCIENT (2012!!!) and idk why it’s still in my WIPs folder because I do clean it out/reorganize it every few years or so (which is why that unfinished powershipping christmas fic wasn’t on the list, cause I moved it to a different folder). Sadly the title makes it seem more interesting than it actually is - it’s just a few paragraphs and nothing really happens at all.

Russet eyes were glazed over as they watched the rain pelt the ground, each drop making tiny indents in the dirt, puffs of the still-dry earth floating up with each splash before settling down again, the process repeating over...and over... Rain drummed against the body of a beaten up jeep, the only prominent sound within miles, save to the sound of the rain falling in the grass, and the dirt, and the leather jacket Bakura wore.

The man blinked as water ran down his face, following the curve of his brow and rolling over the crease of his eyelid, flowing into his eye. The water pooled between his lids, blurring his vision for a few moments until he blinked again, and the water was squeezed out to mingle with the rest on his face, like a single, solitary tear. He inhaled slowly, then let the breath out in a quick huff, turning away from the long stretch of dirt road in front of him. Behind him, another long chunk of drivable desert. He growled under his breath and began to pace, wet sand squishing under his boots, gravel shifting with each step.

How could be trapped here, in the middle of fucking nowhere, with a flat fucking tire and no spare?

It was inspired by this Avenged Sevenfold song and I vaguely remember that it was going to be thiefshipping, about the various trials Bakura goes through to get back to Malik after a fight or something but... 🤷

6. Domestic Disturbance

This one is also super short, more fleshed out in my mind than on paper, and I started writing it after we had to call the cops on our neighbors because they were having a very loud and long argument (like, over an hour of yelling). Inspiration comes from the dumbest places with me, haha, but this is another one of those “why is this still in my wips” documents because I don’t have any intention of finishing it. After writing what I did I kinda had a “maybe these kinds of situations shouldn’t be your inspiration for fanfics, weirdo” moment and I scrapped it. But anyway!

The story goes that Bakura was playing some Wii game, lost grip on the controller, and accidentally chucked it and broke a vase because he wasn’t wearing the wrist strap. Malik hears the crash and comes around the corner, lecturing him about “how many times have i told you i s2g bakura why are you like this” even as Bakura’s already beginning to clean up the mess. Bakura gruffly tells him to chill out because nothing important was broken anyway, just “that ugly ass vase” and he holds up a piece for Malik to see. The tension thickens immediately and Malik speaks with measured anger instead of the usual screaming, so Bakura knows He Fucked Up. “That was a gift from my sister.” Bakura panics a bit on the inside, but outside he scoffs and he’s all like “even better, tell her she has awful tastes” because ykno. He’s like that. Doesn’t wanna admit he fucked up, doesn’t wanna take responsibility or acknowledge he hurt Malik’s feelings. At this point I’d stopped writing it, but still have the basic outline. The regular bickering becomes a super intense all out screaming match about basically anything and everything, all the tiny little things they’d been burying for as long as they’d lived together finally coming out, start demanding why they ever thought this would work and they’re just about to get to that great crescendo where they're about to break up (”Well then maybe you shouldn’t have brought me back!” “At this point I’m inclined to agree!” Bakura’s shocked. “Well...then is this going where I think it’s going?” “I think it is.” “Then say it.” “...” “Say you want to break up!” “I...Bakura, I...” when someone knocks on the door. Heyo, it’s two cops, saying someone called in a domestic disturbance. Malik snaps that they’re fine, still pissed from the fight, but obviously like no Malik that’s not gonna help. So one officer brings Bakura out into the hall to question him and the other stays with Malik. Cop asks if they’re together, how long, what the fight was about, etc etc, and then if the fight had been physical at all. Bakura recoils in shock and practically screams “No!” “You never hit Malik?” “I would never!” “And Malik wouldn’t hit you?” There’s a few things there, bc I wasn’t sure how I wanted Bakura to respond; make an “only if he asked wink wonk” joke that the cop rolls his eyes at, or stammer that “i mean he’s smacked my head once or twice but it never hurt and i was being super annoying at the time and it was more like playful slapping” but either way the cop asks for a more direct answer or for Bakura to elaborate and Bakura gets pissed, says Malik would cut off his own hand before he hit Bakura because obviously. Cop seems taken aback but nods, and then lectures Bakura a bit about volume, tells him maybe one of them should pack a bag and stay with friends or family for a few days. Their partner comes out soon after and the two cops leave. Bakura goes back inside, where Malik is standing with his arms crossed, looking shaken with red rimmed eyes. They look at each other, feeling awkward, but then they make tea, sit down, and have a calmer “are we really like that?” conversation. they admit a lot of their fights are pointless and stupid and they’re just fighting to fight because it’s Their Thing and aha, aren’t we so cute and quirky, arguing is our foreplay - which it is, but they admit they’ve taken it too far, gotten too used to snapping at each other when something happens, and some of their issues (like Bakura disrespecting Malik’s siblings, and Malik’s control freak attitude) really need to be sat down and talked out, not screamed out. They apologize, foreheads pressed together, and Malik thumbs a tear from Bakura’s cheek. Bakura strokes his fingers through Malik’s hair. Malik makes a “well you know the best part about fighting, right?” and Bakura laughs, and then it ends.

7. But he came back

So if y’all didn’t know I recently commissioned a(n amazing) fic from @/sitabethel (not properly tagging cause i don’t wanna bother them). In it, Bakura promises Malik he’ll come back after his final showdown with Atem, but ten years pass and Malik gets engaged to Seto. It’s corporate theifshipping and obviously I recommend reading it - but it’s based on an RP I did with a friend of mine years ago. In the RP, Bakura was pissed Malik hadn’t waited for him and does the whole “why did I even bother coming back I literally only came back to be with you?????” and Malik being like “Sorry? But you took a long fucking time and I had to do something to stop the loneliness.” We never finished it, but when we dropped it Bakura was starting to heal and move on and we had plans to end it powershipping and tendershipping - and Bakura catching the bouquet at the wedding and Ryou immediately being like >:) but anyway. The concept stuck with me and I really liked the idea of Bakura coming back to that situation and more so rolling with it - maybe a touch bitter at first, but hey, he’s nothing if not adaptable, and he absolutely invites himself into the relationship in the clunkiest way possible.

“But he came back” was the start of my own attempt to write something with that kind of plot. When I write a fic, I start with a vague collection of ideas or scenes I want to write, and then when I have enough to work with, I begin organizing them into an outline. This doc is just a very small collection of ideas and dialogue, mixing some things taken from the RP and my own ideas. It’s mostly things like how Malik and Kaiba get to the marriage point, starting with an impromptu kinda tipsy make out session hidden away in the kitchen during a party Yugi’s throwing, and how they navigate each other’s trauma and fumble their way into a genuine romance despite everything. I’ve never managed to sit down and work it out into an outline of any kind, and the way I wanted to explore Malik and Bakura’s relationship before the show down, Malik and Kaiba’s relationship building afterwards, and then the relationship building with all three of them meant 30 chapters, at least (the original rp is over 2,500 pages and again, we had only just started with Bakura wanting to ask Ryou out and going to Malik for advice adjklj, when we dropped it) and well. yall know i’m bad at writing multi fic chapters

#wip tag

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jungkookiebus · 5 years

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Steamy Pt. 2

yall Perfect Man Jungkook can get it 🤤

Genre: college!au, smut Pairing: college!Jungkook x reader Warnings: cunnilingus again you guys. Jungkook is a man that loves to deliver, but trust that the next part is gonna get juicy & exhibitionsm 😜 Summary: After your first encounter with Jungkook, he now officially wants to take you on a date. You don’t make it out of the house in time for Jimin’s friends not to see you, but that’s okay because Jungkook is waiting for you outside to take you on a very tame outdoor picnic...or so you thought.

It had been a week since Jungkook had started texting you after that night. You were currently sitting at the kitchen island giggling over something he had told you when Jimin walked into the room.

“You’ve been awfully giggly lately. What’s going on?”

You placed your phone face down on the counter. “Nothing.”

“Yea, okay, the last time I saw you like this was when that boy group finally had a comeback after two years.”

“It’s nothing, asshat.”

“Anyway, I’m gonna need you to steer clear tonight.”

“Once again, I still don’t understand why I don’t exist to you or your friends. Besides, I have plans tonight so you can kiss my ass.”

“I’m going to be down a player anyway so that’s one less person for you to crush over.”

“Who?”

“Jungkook.”

You feigned ignorance. “Ah, sucks for you then.” You picked up your phone and stood from the stool. “I’m going to go make myself look decent.”

“You look fine.”

“Coming from someone who doesn’t want me to meet his friends.”

Jimin came over and placed both of his hands on your shoulders. “Look, _______, it’s not that I don’t like you; that’s far from the truth. In high school…,” he broke off to run one of his hands through his hair.

“Yea, I get it, I annoyed the hell out of you,” you said while trying to break away from his grip.

He reached back for your shoulder and brought you in front of him again.

“That’s not it. I had no idea he slept with Seoyun and when he hurt your feelings that badly I felt like absolute shit. Didn’t you notice we quit hanging out after all of that?”

You looked down at your slippers. You had been so blinded by hurt that you couldn’t remember the aftermath of it all.

“He knew you liked him and he still slept with her. That pissed me off and we quit talking after that.”

He brought his hand to your chin and lifted your face to look at you.

“I don’t want you getting hurt by any of my friends again.”

“Choose better friends,” you mumbled with a small laugh.

A grin broke out across his face. “I think I did this time. Now, if you’re going out with Minseo please, for the love of god, do not let that girl talk you into doing anything stupid.” You were trying to playfully bat his hands away so you could move. “AND if she does please text me. Do not get in a car with her.”

“Yes, dad,” you emphasized as he finally let you go.

“If dad finds out I let you drink and then get in the car with a drunk I’ll be the first one he kills so, yea, I’m gonna act like him you twat.”

“There it is. Love you, Jimin,” you said turning and walking from the kitchen.

“I LOVE YOU, TOO,” he shouted.

“What are you wearing?” You had Minseo on facetime as you rummaged through your closet. She knew about your date and knew how important it was the Jimin did not find out, so she kept her questions simple.

“I,” you said grabbing the same mini skirt he mentioned last time and holding it up, “have no idea.”

“Isn’t that the one he was talking about before his mouth turned you to mush?”

“Minseo I’m going to punch you the next time I see you.” You couldn’t deny the flush of heat that went through your body when she mentioned it, though.

“Give me the details again,” she said.

“No. I already told you once, I’m not giving you the details again.”

“Fine, but if you get laid tonight, you’re giving me the details because I need to live vicariously through you.”

“I think this time is going to be tamer since it’s a first date.”

“Sure, Jungkook looks like a total dom. I had physics with him last semester and he came in with this leather jacket on and—”

“Okay, BYE!” you yelled while hanging up on her.

You opted for a simple, short sundress since Jungkook mentioned the date being casual.

You were a little late getting ready and didn’t realize you needed to be out when you heard a series of several fists knocking on the front door and Jimin answering.

“Fuck,” you whispered. You looked out of your door and watched as they all piled into the living room. You tip-toed as best as you could in your heels, grabbed your purse from the hall table and tried to sneak out when you heard, “YO, WAIT! Jimin, you had a girl over and didn’t tell us??”

You cringed before turning around to face four boys turned around on the sofa all staring at you.

“No way, man, she looks just like Jimin,” one said.

“You have a sister?!”

Jimin came out of the kitchen holding a giant bowl of popcorn. “Guys, this is my sister, _____.”

“She’s been hiding here this whole time? Bruh, what’s wrong with you?”

“It was nice to meet you,” you said bowing low. “But I need to go now. Bye, Jimin!” You ducked out of the front door to the resounding cries of several boys giving Jimin a hard time about not telling them sooner.

A few minutes later and you were meeting Jungkook on the sidewalk.

“Did he ask anything?” he asked while stuffing his hands into his pockets. You took a moment to appreciate his attire. He wore fitted, black jeans, black boots, white t-shirt, and that leather jacket Minseo must have been talking about.

“No, but I accidentally revealed myself to the rest of his friends.”

“I’m jealous,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

Jungkook reached out and took your hand and your breath caught in your throat.

“Are you okay?” he asked leaning down to look at your face.

“Yea, I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t be.” A beautiful smile broke out across face that made your insides flutter.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he led you down the sidewalk.

“Not far.”

Within ten minutes you were along the river and the sun was starting to set. Your steps slowed when you saw a lavish picnic set up on a white blanket. A girl that looked to be about 14 was standing next to it.

“Thanks, Daeun,” he said handing her some cash. She squealed before running off in the direction of the night market.

“That’s my little sister,” he said while gesturing towards the set-up, “I had her guard it for me.”

“Jungkook,” you breathed.

He scratched his neck nervously and you felt his hand grow hot in yours. “Is it too much?”

“It’s perfect!” you said dropping your bag to the ground and immediately dropping to your knees on the blanket.

Jungkook sat down beside you and began pointing out all of the food he had prepared and you were pleasantly surprised that he knew how to cook. Before long, you were both falling into easy conversation as the sun continued to set.

Jungkook couldn’t help recalling that night in the bathroom as the late evening sun began to set behind him and it set your skin afire in a golden glow. You were trying to sit modestly enough, but his eyes traveled up your calves and to your exposed thigh. His mouth watered as a light breeze picked up the soft fabric of your dress and allowed him a better view of your skin. Without thinking, he reached out to run his fingers along the hem of your dress.

You laughed nervously, “What are you doing?”

“I want to taste you again.”

You gulped as you felt your panties become thoroughly soaked.

“Here?” you whispered. You looked around you; the park was emptying of couples and families going home for dinner. The sun was setting more under the horizon and the park was quickly becoming cloaked in darkness. A few yards away, the park lights were coming on, leaving the trees and grass in a golden, hazy glow.

“I don’t think I can wait,” Jungkook whispered back. In the low lights of twilight, you could see that Jungkook’s pupils were blown out with lust. He licked his bottom lip slowly as he tried to read your expression. You knew he wouldn’t try anything unless you gave him permission.

He was brought back to the night again as a small whimper escaped from the back of your throat as you whispered, “Please.”

He took one last look around him and before you knew it, your back was gently meeting the grass.

“Do you know how many times I thought about that night in the bathroom?” he growled in your ear as he hiked your dress up around your waist.

You moaned, arching your back attempting to come into more contact with him. He slipped his hand between your legs and pulled your underwear aside to collect your growing wetness on his fingers before slipping them inside of you. The stretch was foreign, but at the same time familiar and welcome. It had been just long enough for there to be a ghost of his touch still etched in your brain. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of you, relishing the way your body took him back in each time, imagining it was his cock instead. He kept his eyes on you as yours rolled back into your head; your breath came in short intervals as he continued to make heat flush through your body. When he got you where he wanted you, he slowly pulled his fingers out, careful not to touch your dress and brought them to your lips. You opened your eyes in surprise to see his hooded gaze focused on your mouth, his slightly open in concentration. Slowly parting your lips, let him put both fingers inside before wrapping them around him. He moaned lowly as your tongue swirled around him and he pulled them back out, a bit of your saliva still clinging to the end of his pointer before putting them in his mouth next. The sight alone had you gushing again; never before had anyone done this with you. Jungkook slotted his mouth over yours, giving you no time to breath before his tongue was past your lips and exploring every where he could. A few seconds of kissing you and he was kissing down your chest and to the valley of your breasts.

“I’ll play with these later,” he said with a wink as he moved down your body. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slid them down off your legs before positioning himself on his stomach between your legs. He brought both of his hands behind your thighs to push them upwards as he started to place wet kisses along them. Before long, he was licking up your slit again much like he had done the first time before letting his tongue dance circles on your clit. He brought his mouth down on your mound and continued to pay special attention to your clit all while keeping your legs held with his hands. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view. In the dim, park lights his black hair glistened along your stomach as his head moved. Reaching down, you pushed the hair off his forehead as his eyes met yours. You watched as his mouth moved expertly over you as he brought it down and let his tongue do more work inside of you. He let one of his hands drop as he brought his fingers back and let them slip inside, his mouth moving back to your clit. You had forgotten that you were outside when you heard the distant call of a night bird and the sounds of the sleeping city, but none of it phased you with the heaven you were feeling between your legs. You felt your orgasm approaching and so did Jungkook. He moaned into your clit and you felt your body ignite with a new wave of heat as his fingers kept their pace inside of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you panted as you fell to your back once more. Your hands were firmly planted in Jungkook’s hair, gripping at the roots as your legs started to shake around his head. The sounds coming from you were halfway between moans and sobs as your toes curled into the grass. You felt as the leaves, dirt, and whatever else began to stick to your back as you started to perspire. Your breathing was short as the pressure began to build and build and before you knew it, he was delivering yet another earth-shattering orgasm to your body. Your body spasmed, back arching, and then falling back down as your muscles seized with the intense wave of feelings. Jungkook slowed his mouth and fingers as he helped you ride your orgasm before pulling away entirely to avoid overstimulation. He placed his hands on your hips as your body shook with the aftershock of it all.

“Thank you,” he said simply after a beat.

You opened your now wet eyes to look at him. The yellow park lights glinted on his skin as he looked at you.

“I, uh,” you laughed, “I should be thanking you. Fuck. That was good.”

He laughed as he covered you with your dress and grabbed your hands to pull you up into a sitting position.

“Let me do something,” you said. It was too dark to notice, but he had to suffering in those tight pants.

“I want to take you home for that. I was just being selfish.”

“Be selfish as many times as you want.”

“Oh yea? You liked doing that outside?” He sounded smug as he leant forward to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth and then to your lips.

“It’s not something that I considered before, but now that you introduced me…”

“I won’t do it tonight, but I’d love to fuck you outside.”

“Well, how about fucking me inside tonight?” you whispered against his lips.

“Alright!” he said jumping up. “Seriously, just tie this stuff up in the blanket. I don’t care how messy it gets, I need to get you back to my place before I end up fucking you against a tree.”

#btssmutclub #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #steamy #steamy pt. 2 #bts au #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jungkook x reader #reader insert #college!jungkook #nonidol!jungkook #bts #jungkook #smut smut smut smut #this is just a build up to what's to come my friends #jungkook is a giver

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hawk-n-hum · 4 years

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@myladidntdeservethis @paranormalmidnightparadox yall knew this was comin

The Living Forest is a twisting, breathing, lively place. The leaves, red and golden and orange, dance on their branches in the light breeze that drifts through the canopy. Foliage sways to and fro, performing their own serenade, weaving in and out of the falling leaves that had been jostled from their spots. The grass ripples in waves, tiny flowers bob up and down as they peek above the blades.

It’s genuinely peaceful.

No hostile bugs to be seen. No Infection, no ill-will, no...anything.

Just a lovely scene.

“I’ve been through here once, but never stuck around.” One passing bug explains to her friend. She’s short and stocky, an adventuring type of bug.

Her companion seems far more delicate. Grand wings frame a slender body, hair flowing in a golden shower off the top of her head.

“But I do know that it’s a safe, completely Infection-free place,” they hurry to add on after a moment.

The butterfly giggles at their rushed words. “I believe you, Lorelyn.”

Lorelyn deflates as she relaxes slightly. “To be honest, I don’t know if anyone actually...lives here or not.”

“Seems like an ideal place to reside, no?”

“I suppose.” Lorelyn strays off the path they’re taking to look around. “Leafwing, you see this?”

Leafwing patters over to peer over Lorelyn’s shoulder. “A path?”

“Well worn, by the looks of it.” Lorelyn scuffs a foot through the dirt. “And recently.”

Leafwing freezes. “Do you think--”

“Nah, I doubt they’d cause a ruckus. We can just tell them the truth: we’re exploring, just passing through here on our way to somewhere else. That’s reasonable enough.”

Leafwing wrings her hands nervously. “If you say so…”’

“Shall we follow it?” Lorelyn queries, though her mind seems set.

“I don’t know?”

“I think we should.”

“Then lead the way, dear.”

Lorelyn takes off down the beaten trail, Leafwing folding her wings in to follow carefully. The leaves tickle as they run over their heads and shoulders. Some of the plants seem to react to being touched, and twist to move out of the way almost politely.

“These plants are more courteous than some bugs I’ve met,” Leafwing remarks as she delicately touches a vine that writhes to wriggle out of her way.

Lorelyn chuffs. “A lot of things are, if you think about it.”

But Leafwing is distracted by something.

“What is it, honey?” Lorelyn worries.

Leafwing points further into the forest.

A shock of blue, among the warm reds, oranges, and yellows.

An unnaturally bright shock of blue.

“Oh.” Lorelyn stalls. “It’s probably nothing. Nothing at all. Still, let’s...go a different way.”

The swathe of blue moves.

“Oh, dear,” Leafwing recoils, scrambling to hide behind Lorelyn.

A mask peers at them.

“Hello?” Lorelyn ventures. “We mean no ill-will! Just a couple adventurers looking around is all.”

The mask blinks owlishly.

“Leafwing, this is a vessel. I’m sure of it.”

“One of the Pale King’s?”

“Whose else?” Lorelyn looks back to the stranger.

The stranger looks back at them.

Then stands.

Oh, this vessel is fully grown. Taller than the both of them, cloak only covering half their body anymore, a bright blue bandana tied around their neck. They step carefully over a bush to approach.

Leafwing stays put behind Lorelyn, though the latter decides to go for a more friendly approach.

“Hello!” She repeats. “You’re one of the King’s vessels, correct?”

The vessel nods.

“A pleasure to meet you, then,” Lorelyn continues, smiling broadly. “What brought you here, outside of Hallownest?”

The vessel bristles at the mention of the kingdom.

“You didn’t like it there?”

Shake, shake.

“I don’t quite blame you, but it’s not as bad anymore.”

The vessel looks wary.

“The Radiance has been defeated. The Infection is receding. It’s quite peaceful.”

They cock their head to the side.

“You haven’t been there in so long?”

Shake, shake.

“Curious. I can’t quite blame you, however, this place is lovely.”

The vessel nods proudly, looking up into the canopy overhead.

“Do you have a name?”

They nod, kneeling to draw out the letters in the dirt.

“‘Aster’?”

Nod.

“Lovely name,” Leafwing chimes warmly, easing out from behind the other.

Aster beams brightly at them, eyes squinting in a smile.

“Dear Aster, you appear to have a stray twig stuck to you,” Leafwing continues, pointing to her head to show where.

Aster cocks their head again, then shakes. They tug on the twig once, then twice, though it doesn’t budge.

“They’re...attached?” Leafwing asks carefully.

Aster nods, flicking one twig and then another on their arm, near the elbow.

‘Sign?’ They try to speak through the common sign language developed by the vessels of Hallownest.

“Yes, we can understand that,” Lorelyn nods.

‘Lifeblood,’ Aster explains. ‘Fell, in Abyss. Lifeblood plant impale. Stuck. Grew.’

“A piece of the plant...broke off inside you?” Leafwing asks, horrified.

The vessel nods calmly. ‘Not hurt.’

“But...that’s awful! An awful thing to have to happen to a soul!”

Aster shrugs indifferently. ‘Not Hollow.’

“That’s no excuse!”

Aster stares blankly.

“She’s trying to say you deserved better,” Lorelyn butts in. “She doesn’t agree with how the King treated the vessels.”

Aster nods understandingly. They extend a slender hand in offering.

Lorelyn reaches to clasp it, but Aster jerks it back and holds a finger up. ‘Wait. Show.’

“‘Show’?”

Aster flattens their palm again, seeming to focus on it intently. After a second, a tiny sprout emerges from their ragged palm, growing and twirling as it grows and grows into a little blue bloom. They pick it carefully, then extend the flower as an offering instead.

“That’s amazing,” Leafwing stutters, delicately taking the flower. She turns it over in her hands, staring at it. “You can do that at will?”

Aster demonstrates by doing it again, procuring a flower for Lorelyn this time.

“Woah,” Lorelyn gawks. “That’s...unique.”

Seeming to rake in the praise, Aster beams another blinding smile.

“Can you control any other plants?” Leafwing questions.

Aster nods. They extend a hand towards a vine nearby, and the growth inches towards them, wrapping around their wrist delicately and questioningly. After a moment, they retract their hand.

“You can control the plants around here,” Lorelyn utters. “That’s amazing,” she parrots.

‘Tea?’ Aster queries warmly after a quiet moment.

“You have tea?” Nod. “We could spare a few moments to have some. Right, dear?”

“Of course!” Leafwing trills.

Aster leads them further down the worn path they had started, leading to a small hut wrapped in vines and moss and trees. Some leaves cover the door, which Aster brushes over impatiently, and they retract in reaction. They hold the door politely for the two adventurers.

Inside, a little moss creep is curled up on a blanket in the corner of the room, sleeping soundly. The leaves on its back are thick and lively, proving to be in good care. It purrs as Aster passes, looking up to the newcomers curiously. Leafwing reflexively crouches to pet the little thing, and its purr intensifies.

‘Baby,’ Aster explains eloquently. ‘Little Baby.’

“‘Baby’ seems to be very happy here,” Leafwing comments. “I live in Greenpath, so I come across these fellas quite often. I’ve never seen one so...lush.”

Aster claps happily. ‘Love, Baby!’

“I can tell,” Leafwing hums back warmly.

Aster jolts. ‘Tea! Forget!’ They dart off to some cupboards.

“Just as easily distracted as someone I know,” Lorelyn jabs Leafwing gently with her elbow.

“Funny. I was about to comment the same thing.” Leafwing jabs back with a loving smile.

Aster brings them cups and saucers, setting them down carefully while the tea brews. They pull a book from a shelf nearby, offering it to the two new friends.

“What’s this?” Lorelyn peers at the cover.

‘Favorite!’ Aster signs excitedly. ‘Colors, shapes, plants.’

“It’s a scrapbook,” Leafwing comments. “You made this?”

Aster nods proudly.

“It’s fascinating!” Lorelyn flicks through pages and pages of drawings, some colored and some not, other pages that have entire leaves taped to the page carefully to show off their real color. “I’ve never seen some of these colors in plants before!” She continues.

‘Many, in Forest!’ Aster ensures. ‘Stay sometime, see!’

“We’ll be sure to, now that we know there’s a friend here,” Leafwing confirms happily.

Aster gets them their respective cups of tea, then sits and fiddles with a small twig as they continue talking. Lorelyn shares some of her adventures in and out of Hallownest, all the while, Aster stares intently at the little stick, twisting it in their hands expertly.

By the time Lorelyn finishes, Aster has completed their assigned task as well. They hold out a little flower crown, woven with more of the little blue flowers and leaves Aster sports all over their body.

“Oh!” Leafwing trills. “That was...quick! You’re very talented at this,” she smiles.

Aster holds out another little crown as well. ‘For friends,’ they beam.

“Well, thank you very much,” Lorelyn eeks astonishedly.

“Sincerely! We have another vessel friend in Hallownest that is also talented at the little art of making flower crowns as well.” Leafwing chatters.

Aster perks up. ‘Sibling?’

“Yes! You have quite a few siblings that are still doing well in Hallownest,” Lorelyn explains. “Hawk and Hum, Ribbon, Spindle and Thimble and Scratch and Ruth, the Painted One, Butter and Pwyll...gosh, there’s dozens that are still alive and happy.”

Aster is astounded. ‘Okay?

“Yes! They’re okay. They all take care of each other.”

Aster smiles again. ‘Good. Happy.’

“They deserve it,” Leafwing sighs. “You deserve it.”

Aster ducks their head in embarrassment.

“She’s right and she should say it,” Lorelyn confirms.

Aster tries to shoo off their compliments bashfully.

“We do need to be departing, though,” Lorelyn comments sadly. “We’re expected in another location shortly.”

Leafwing nods sincerely.

‘Escort you!’ Aster offers.

“I could deal with an escort through this place,” Leafwing hums. “A guided tour, if you will.”

Aster claps and nods. ‘Come, come! Show Forest!’

#sorry i wanted this done earlier but i uh. crashed. big time #mav writes #aster #lorelyn #leafwing #other peoples ocs

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scarlettkat86 · 5 years

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Counting Sheep

**don't read if you don't want fluff/smut, recreational drug use/alcohol**

@naromoreau and @youre-my-boshaw-baby I finally finished this thing.

Liz opened the door to the Spread Eagle, immediately ambushed and bear hugged by Nick. "Goddamn, you beautiful son of a bitch. I ain't never seen anything like that before. Good to have you back in one piece kiddo, I was beginning to worry."

"Glad to be back too Nick, I could really use a stiff drink or 5." Liz groans as she takes a set at the bar.

"Hey, nice to have you back. Anything you want, on the house tonight." says Mary May.

"No need to do that, I'll have a double shot of whiskey, neat."

"I insist, after all you gave us something we never thought we'd never have again, hope."

Amber liquid filled her glass, the rich, smoky undertones working to sooth her aches and pains away. It seemed like everyone had shown up to celebrate taking down the youngest Seed brother.

Looking around, all of her friends looked so happy, and that made her smile. _Like it or not, this was the right thing to do. _

There was only one person she was hoping to see, and would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed that he wasn't the first one to welcome her back. Loud voices carried from the back corner of the bar.

"Now i'm a gamblin man and I'll bet you a twenty and some uh, some woods porn, that you can't even hit the board Hurkie."

"When the hell did you find woods porn man!? You're on amigo. Hey everybody, watch this!" Liz watched as Hurk chugged an entire bottle of vodka, then started spinning around in circles. A small crowd had formed, rooting him on. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen. Taking another moment to watch Sharky, she smiled sadly. _I should just go drag him back to my place, let him know he's what keeps me going. Probably not gonna get any time with him tonight anyway, too many people, too much noise. _

A huff from her side brought her attention back. "Gross, are you over here eyefuckin Sharky?"

Liz nearly choked on her drink, "What?! I-I, no, the fuck Jess?"

"Hey you're the one too distracted to hear me. Still can't believe yall haven't- never mind, I'd rather not think about it."

"Not my fault your mind is in the gutter."

"Whatever. I'm shit at small talk, but I wanted to say i'm glad you're back. Those Seed fuckers have a way with gettin in your head, be glad you haven't caught Jacob's attention yet."

Liz shook her head and smiled.

Yeah I'd rather not catch any attention, yet here I am...

"Bless your heart. Careful now Jess, that almost sounded like you care. Listen, you're my best friend, but I can see you're itchin to get out of here, so go on, before I change my mind."

That makes Jess snort.

"Asshole. I ain't gotta be told twice, 'sides, I got better shit to do then watch you watch that idiot. Take care Liz, I'll see ya in the Whitetails."

She stared at the empty glass sat on the counter before her. Walking behind the bar, Liz grabs a bottle of North Fork whiskey and heads for the door.

*Sharky's POV

He'd seen her walk through the door. Damn if she wasn't the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Not cuz she was beautiful, she is, but cuz he'd been worried sick the last few days of radio silence. He'd been pissed that she didn't take him with her, but it was her call, Nick deserved to help her take down that fuckface more than any one of her friends. Still didn't stop his stomach from twisting in knots every night that passed without a word from them. He wants to go kiss her, hold her, tell her how much he realizes now that he's in love with her. She's got a crowd though, and it's only been a couple months since she'd shown up in his life, unsure of how she'd react to a declaration of love, so he stays rooted in place. He's drinking, placing a bet he's seriously gonna regret if he loses. Glancing over again he sees her heading out the front door. *

Standing at the river's edge just outside of Falls End, Liz felt like she could breathe again. She barely escaped the Spread Eagle, so many thank yous she lost count.

Rummaging through her bag, she was relieved to find the baggie she was searching for. "Deal with the devil ain't so bad when he leaves a little lettuce to get by on." Liz laughs at her dumbass joke.

_Really have jumped from upholding the law to breaking it, guess a little weed is nothing when you think about it. _

Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice someone had followed her.

Walking up from behind, Sharky grabs Liz by her waist. Startled Liz grabs her knife and yelps in surprise when she realizes who it is. "Fuck, Sharky, don't sneak up on me like that! I could've killed you!!" Taken aback by the knife to his throat Sharky swallows. "Shit, not like you to not notice someone tailing you chicka. You mind uh, putting the knife away because i'm not really into that sorta thing." Putting the knife back in its holster Liz laughs and tries to slow her racing heart. Sharky looks down and presses his lips to hers, soft and sweet. She slowly breaks the kiss and sits down.

"Hell yeah, some grass and party liquor, you tryin to impress me shorty, cuz it's workin."

He laughs and rolls the joint neat, tight as he can and seals it with his tongue.

Once they've smoked the whole thing, Sharky takes her hand in his. "Ya know, i'm glad you're back in one piece, things wouldn't be the same without ya." He wants to say that's an understatement, that he don't think he would be able to go forward without her, but he just stands up and pulls her to her feet, "Now allow me to be the gentleman that I am, and escort you back to the party inside."

"You think you can just, drive me back to my place? I'd rather just have you with me for the night."

"That sounds a million times better than finding out if I still own the only woods porn in all of Hope county. "

Opening the door to her house, Liz heads for the kitchen, she pulls out a metal tin with a few blunts already packed. "Damn johnny law, you been holding out on me!" While Sharky lights one up, she mixing a couple drinks. "I've had a couple bad influences. Now pass it over."

The smoke filled her lungs, slowly turning her limbs to jelly and clearing her mind. Sharky slowly walks to her phone, picking out some music. "Boshaw, I swear I am in no mood for disco music."

"Relax Izzy, I've got something a little different picked out."

A slow sensual beat fills the room, and Sharky looks at her with a hunger in his eyes. He grabs her by the waist and starts to rock her side to side to the beat. The lyrics start and he's singing in her ear, "tonight, I've got nothing on my mind but you..." kissing her lips then down her neck,

"don't you take a bow at the last curtain call.. thinking you're nobody's nothing after all..."

Biting her lip and suppressing a moan, she slides her hands under his hoodie, slowly pulling it off. "Fuck Izzy, i'm tryin to be a gentleman here, but you're makin me hard." He says, voice hoarse and shaky.

"I know. I need you Sharks." she says with a smile, as she turns her back to his chest and grinds into him, slowly moving side to side with the music, discarding her own shirt along the way.

He takes a hold of her full hips, pressing himself against her. With one hand he follows the curve from her hips, over the softness of her stomach and the swell of her breast, finally putting a hand on her throat fingers brushing the side of her jawline. His other hands fingers sliding between her thighs. All she could feel was the heat that spread through her, a half sob of pleasure escaping her lips. It had been a year since she felt a touch not her own.

"Bedroom, now" she whispered to him, discarding her pants along the way.

Sharky pushes her to the bed suddenly and pulls her panties off. The sight of her made his mouth water. Soft dark curls in a neat strip. He blew a hot breath and she gasped. Then his tongue replaced his breath, precise swipes parting her folds and latching onto her clit. She looked down into his eyes, a silent plea to make her cum. He held eye contact and alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and circular motions, sliding a finger inside her core.

"Damn Izzy you taste so good, wanna make you cum."

She was teetering on edge already, each nerve on fire, legs tingling, and just when she thought she would finally find sweet release, he'd pull back and lick up her juices. Sliding two fingers inside easily now, he curled upwards to find her bundle of nerves, and closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. He could feel her beginning to pulse around his fingers, back arching, head flung back, "Look at me Iz, I wanna see you."

That sent her over the edge, locking eyes with him again, she felt pure bliss as she came around his fingers. Lapping up the rest of her juices he moved up her body, stopping to tease each nipple on the way, finally kissing her lips. The taste of herself on his lips sent another wave of pleasure through her body and mind. "I need to feel you Sharky, please.."

The neediness in her voice making him even harder. He unfastened his pants, pulling them off. She felt him spring free, sliding the head of his cock up and down her folds, then lines himself up with her entrance, filling her excruciatingly slow. She's already clenching around him, a perfect fit, slightly thicker than she's used to, but he feels like heaven. He can't hold back and slams in to the hilt, causing them both to moan in sync. Pulling out to thrust back in lazily again and again, Sharky is running his hands down her body, one taking place on her clit.

“I'm not gonna last long babe, fuck. You're so tight and wet." Biting her bottom lip she nods her head, "Me either, just fuck me." She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in closer as he picks up pace. They're both panting, moaning curses, as their bodies match rhythm. She can feel him twitch and knows he's close, so she slides her hand down between their bodies and takes over her clit. He pulls her leg over his shoulder changing angles, hitting that perfect bundle over and over. White hot pleasure tingles every inch of her body, and she's crying out his name like the most beautiful melody ever heard. He's not far behind, pulling out at the last possible second. He growls an almost animalistic sound, hot spurts of his cum coat her inner thigh and stomach. Sharky rolls off her, grabbing a shirt to clean up the mess, then pulls her into his arms, kissing the nape of her neck. "I love you Lizbeth." She's quiet for a minute and he's praying to whatever god, monkey jesus, whatever, that he hasn't fucked this up. Then she's looking up at him, smiling the most brilliant smile, "I love you too Sharks. Always."

#fc5 fanfic #sharky boshaw #my oc lizbeth atsila searles #nsftumblr

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Also sparkleharper and/or spaceharper

sparkleharper ~

Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?jared. this smol thing on his side cant be cold, nope he wont allow. his sparkles will keep him warm lol

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?idk how many times i can repeat myself, but mads will just. yell. and she cant pick up jared so yep

Who compliments the other in front of everyone?jareddddd. mostly cause thats just what he does tbh. and mads doesnt need to say anything to compliment him in front of everybody tbh, everyone already knows how fantastic the school senpai is lol

Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?i think in this case the puns fall on mads to deliver? being the courteous gentleman that he is, jared laughs. pretty much every time, not even depending whether he gets it or not tbh

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?jared puts up a “fashion show” for mads, completed with a photoshoot session of goofy outfits and expressions and googly eyes. when jared needs to distress, mads sits him down, asks him to ramble to her about any recent d&d games and help him plot some really stupid and lighthearted side quests while having a relaxing cup of tea and some kit made cookies

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?blue. lots of blue. mads wants jared to wear his blue shirt (”its pretty and its soft and you look so nice in it”) and jared insist she wears one of his shirts (”cause its adorable, they are so big on you”) and her favorite pair of blue jeans. i dont think i need to say why anymore at this point lol

Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?for this, i wanna say mads? jared obviously isnt too keen on introducing anyone to his family, and while mads is very hesitant about this, especially since this is a super well-behaved boy its. gonna get very awkward considering what kind of a bunch of normies my family is mmmm. but jared is a good boio underneath all that rich senpai stuff, so it would probably go very well in the end, actually

In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?jared is too pretty to work as a coffee shop employee sssooo hes the customer, and mads is the daydreaming waitress woo

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.jared definitely. has at least one arm flung around her at like all times. if he needs to be more discreet in like a more public place or whatnot, he holds her hand under the table

What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?jared definitely tries to befriend the stray cats tbh. mads takes his encouragement about herself to heart and whenever jared is feeling down or just generally missing her, she send him little video messages to cheer him on and selfies she wouldnt sent to anyone else cause jared keeps saying he loves seeing her and that makes him happy so dang it shes gonna push past her comfort zone to be more comfortable with herself and make him happy

What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?jared would arrange something very elaborate tbh. take her to dinner, possibly see a movie, go to the arcade, win her everything she wants, walks in the moonlight.. literally anything that he can think of, and he would fit it into either one day or over the weekend, if mads seems like shes gonna get exhausted by it

When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?i feel like they both had like. hard time actually recognizing when it was love tbh? like yeah mads first falls for him cause of aesthetic reasons, and jared is playing the senpai card of loving every girl, so you cant really tell on the outside when its actually love or when either of them develop like real feelings, but at some point it just. kinda becomes obvious that oh shit i. love this person?? and yeah its jared who definitely says it first tho. its like an offhand remark at first and mads is like ‘what did you say’ and jared repeats it and realizes that oh heck i. actually do mean this??

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?jared does this as a combo, mads sneaks in little kisses when hes piggybacking her around tbh

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist?i feel like mads would do that? jared is more about more expensive presents, while mads cant really afford that so she has to pull something selfmade together and yeah, that happens. its mostly like ambient sounds and background music tbh, stuff she thinks will inspire him and what he could use for d&d games and maybe some more upbeat stuff for the fashion shows and for better days

Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?they could both do this tbh? mads wants to surprise him so she arranges a little cuddling under a blanket while stargazing moment, and jared just does this a lot in general

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spaceharper ~

Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?jeff. mom friend habits kick in and they kick in hard. this has also probably been established somewhere in the canon of this route anyways lol

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?im gonna keep repeating myself but mads. except that she yells. put her down yall pls

Who compliments the other in front of everyone?mmm i wanna say jeff? but its like. really soft things and its done in almost unnoticeable fashion, like its just really offhand comments like “oh shes so sweet” etc. unless its something that she has given him a permission to share about her writing. then jeff will lose his freaking mind cause eveRYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS THING MY GF DID OMG

Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?i’d imagine jeff is more of a pun man out of these two. he does it very casually tho, like most of the time its not on purpose or he doesnt put much emphasis on it, so most of the time mads just misses it. if she gets it tho, she will most likely laugh

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?jeff arranges some cuddle time, with the help of kit builds a blanket fort, gets some scented candles, and they just cuddle up with some strays and play animal intersection. if its jeff that needs destressing, mads will literally cling onto him until he sits down and just takes it easy - which is her cue to throw a blanket on him, get jeff a cup of tea and just sit down and talk about random nonsense with him to make sure he takes a break from everything

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?onesies all day every day. jeff in a hamster onesie, and mads in a fox one

Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?jefffffff. i think ive crossed this topic enough times by now tbh lol

In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?mmmm i’d say jeff is the customer? i could see him working in a coffee shop tho, but this pair feels better to me with mads behind the counter tho

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.jeff does what mads feels comfortable at the moment. usually its just limited to hand holding, tho if they are in relax mode, like playing games and mads doesnt wanna be too cuddled up but still wants to be close enough to jeff, there will at least be her legs in his lap

What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?jeff brings sweets and stray cats. hes also always available for cuddles and advice when needed. mads sends him stupid pictures of her with googly eyes and gets him hamster related gifts cause they made her think of him

What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?STARGAZING WITH CANDLE LIGHT PICNIC NEXT QUESTION

When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?jeff helps her through some rough times and shes like. oh heck i like this boi like. LIKE him. oh dear goodness me what do. jeff comes somewhere afterwards as they spend more time together and thats where the whole ‘you wanna join hidden club’ thing comes along and only after that jeff has it in him to actually tell her how she feels mmmmalso it would. probably actually be mads who tells him first? jeff has hard time opening up about his feelings even if they are there, so it falls on her to confess about it first yay

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?both honestly? tho jeff needs to be sitting down for this lol, but yeah they both do it. its just a cute little way to show the other that hey im glad youre here

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist?probably both? with both asking help from luke cause oh my god wHAT DO

Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?mads? its one of those nights when jeff really needs to destress and she knows how much he likes space and stars and stuff so she basically drags him out to just lay on the grass and stare up at the sky like yes pls jeff tell me about your plan to shoot hamsters into space again tho i mean when you put it like that its not like. super romantic pfff but you know it doesnt need to be romantic as long as it makes him happy

#asagao!mads #sparkleharper #spaceharper #its been so long since i did spaceharper stuff oh wow #anyways heres thingsssssss yay <3 #coughedfeathers #thank you for asking! <3

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