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caspersickfanfics · 1 month

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Late Arrival Chapter 3

Warnings: Anxiety/panic attack (described in detail), vomiting, fever, hospital mention, bad jokes

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Written for @monthofsick day 24: Panic ! It feels good to finally finish a multi-chapter fic for once, even though it's a bit short =v=

“–nari. Tighnari.” The earth is shaking. It’s warm. Comfortably warm for a moment, and then too much. He squirms. “Tighnari!” Oh, Cyno is shaking him. Cyno is warm. Cyno is—

“Please,” Cyno’s voice wavers. “I need to throw up.”

Tighnari bolts upright. Cyno is sick.

The forest watcher is still half asleep as he forces himself out of the bed. His head is pounding. A result of lack of rest, probably, combined with the incessant city noise, but his priority is getting the trash can to Cyno, and he manages it.

His ears flatten at the immediate sound of the bin being filled.

There are multiple waves, this time. They run in cycles. Cyno’s body tenses, hunches forward, and then with a sick gurgle, rancid smelling liquid gushes from his mouth and nose. Tighnari stands beside him and holds a mass of hair out of the way. It’s thick, and heavy with sweat. His own hands are shaking.

Something heavy sits uncomfortably in his stomach. A bubbling nausea rises in his throat, not from illness, but stress. Being woken so jarringly from such a deep sleep and days of exhaustion has left him reeling, strung out and achy.

He watches Cyno panting, head hung over the trash, and the tightness in his heart manifests into physical pain. It must be nearing 48 hours since anything’s actually stayed in Cyno’s system. His body looks thinner than it did even a day ago. He coughs, and Tighnari can easily see the outline of his ribs when his stomach contracts yet again. There’s another splatter, quickly followed by two more. Tighnari has never been squeamish, but right now the worry feels like a rampage in his gut.

Empty, Cyno leans back to catch his breath, melting into the pillows behind him. Tighnari sets the soiled trash can back on the floor. He brushes a thumb over Cyno’s cheek, catching some wetness and wiping it away, watching the sick man smile and nuzzle into his hand. He looks ill, certainly, but relaxed. Comfortable, even. Tighnari’s tail wilts between his legs and his chest squeezes impossibly further. He doesn’t want to take that from him - he doesn’t want to take anything from Cyno, and definitely not this - but a sense of safety is good for nothing if it’s only an illusion. When Tighnari finally speaks, he feels very far away.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he confesses quietly. Cyno cracks an eye open. Tighnari inhales unevenly. “I think… we should go to the Bimarstan.”

At the suggestion, Cyno goes rigid. He stares at Tighnari with some awful mix of shock, betrayal, confusion, and hurt. At the center of it all, a trembling and raw fear, the kind that makes him look far younger than his age.

“Tighnari–” Cyno speaks roughly, like it was hard for him to find his voice, and it cracks upon the single word. He’s gone ashen and bug-eyed. Tighnari melts with a sigh, sagging onto the bed and dropping his forehead to Cyno’s shoulder.

“I know.” Because he does, to a certain extent. There are few things that instill fear into the General Mahamatra, let alone to this degree. Tighnari takes Cyno’s hand in his own and stares at it. He can’t stand the sight of his partner’s pained expression any longer. “I know,” he repeats quietly. “I’m just not sure that I can help you on my own this time.”

“Tighnari. I’ll be fine.” Cyno sounds reassuring. He sounds like he believes his own words. “You’re helping. I feel better already.”

Maybe he does believe it. Tighnari can’t read minds. But he can hear Cyno’s heartbeat and it has the speed and intensity of a cornered animal. Cyno isn’t a liar - and yet, anyone can bend the truth or tiptoe around it, especially when fear is involved.

“I’ve been through worse,” Cyno says, his voice pleading for Tighnari to cave. Instead, his hands shake harder. Cyno looks… Frail. The word comes to mind and punches the oxygen out of him. His own heart pounds and there’s a rushing white noise in his ears that drowns out everything else.

“I don’t… know what to do,” Tighnari grates out. His breaths are coming too short and quick, but the harder he tries to gasp in oxygen, the more his chest hurts. He stands and his tail swishes restlessly, brushing against the floor. Cyno squeezes his hand.

“I promise,” he says. “I promise I’ll be okay, Tighnari. I don’t break promises.”

“I know you don’t.” And he does, except… “I’ll be right back. Stay here, Cyno. Please.”

Tighnari doesn’t wait for a response. He wrenches his hand away and stumbles out of the bedroom, and then out of the front door. He doesn’t make it much further than that.

He can’t.

It crosses Tighnari’s mind that he’s gasping quite loudly, to the point of nearly wheezing, and that Cyno can probably hear him; if he could claw his way further from the building, he would. The last thing he needs is to cause more stress for his partner. But his legs simply refuse to hold him, and he’s shaking from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail. He has to blink dark spots from his vision - there is simply not enough oxygen to appease his greedy lungs.

His entire chest feels like both a pulsing bruise and a stab wound and Tighnari grapples with a sort of fury, a rage at his own body’s failure at such an inopportune time. He’s managed to betray both himself and Cyno in one sitting. His left arm begins to tingle and go numb, and Tighnari wonders whether he’s being dealt some form of divine punishment in the form of heart failure.

He can reason with himself, at least, enough to recognize that this is unlikely. Teyvat’s medical research has yet to discover a definitive way to distinguish between issues of the heart and of the mind, but Tighnari is aware that he’s quite healthy and still significantly younger than the average age of those afflicted with heart problems. Meanwhile, he’s familiar with the mind’s way of tricking the body, if only from having comforted Collei through more panic spells than he’d care to recall.

But then - there are exceptions to every rule. This feels more painful than Collei has ever articulated, and counting his breaths doesn’t seem to be helping in the way it does with her. Instead he ends up coughing, choking on the very air that’s meant to bring him life. He could be an exception, something could be wrong and Tighnari wouldn’t know because he isn’t a doctor. Every time Tighnari tries to push the worry away, the fear seems to grow. If he dies here, then Cyno…

His stomach lurches. Tighnari whimpers and tugs at his hair, his ears, in some attempt at grounding himself. His tail wraps around his body instinctively as he retches. With his hearing enhanced as it is, Tighnari’s heartbeat is a constant source of white noise in his periphery, but now it sounds like thunder. He clutches at his chest and feels pathetic.

If nothing else, he can be grateful that Cyno’s apartment building is tucked into an alley and away from the busier streets of the city. It’s still loud, but at least the likelihood of some stranger spotting him in such a miserable state is lower. Tighnari is doubly appreciative of this fact when he begins throwing up. Hot vomit scalds his throat and sprays violently beneath a decorative bush. Tighnari is all but frozen on his hands and knees while his body continues to empty itself. By the time he regains control of his stomach, Tighnari can barely think.

The nausea, at least, has abated. He crawls pitifully away from the pool of puke and leans against the solid stone walls of the building. Tighnari clings to his tail, hands brushing through it in a repetitive, soothing motion, and forces himself to pause. He has a near overwhelming urge to rush back into the apartment and check on Cyno - archons, he’s been gone too long - but he must first take stock of his body. If he doesn’t, he risks scaring them both.

So, slowly, Tighnari does a mental intake of his current state. His muscles ache, but the pain is gradually diffusing, no longer so centralized to his chest. His breathing is shaky but finally effective, and while his heart is racing, it doesn’t hurt, nor does it sound so impossibly loud. He’s still shaky and his legs feel weak, and of course, his head continues pounding. Whether or not he can stand is a question he can’t answer until he’s testing it out, unsteadily managing to get his feet underneath him.

When Tighnari staggers his way back to the bedroom, Cyno is right where he left him, awake and looking devastated. He may have followed his partner’s instructions, but that clearly didn’t stop him from hearing everything. “Tighnari.” Cyno reaches for him immediately. Tighnari shuffles over, feeling dazed and embarrassed. His ears are still ringing. Cyno doesn’t comment on the way the hand Tighnari offers shakes, only shifting slightly to gently cup it in both of his own. They are warm and calloused, and so, so gentle.

“I’m sorry,” Tighnari rasps, because he hadn’t meant to be gone for so long, and maybe he shouldn’t have left. He shouldn’t have fallen apart at all. He tries not to think too hard about the fact that he still doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t remember crying, but Cyno wipes some wetness from under his eyes. Tighnari feels his cheeks heat up and looks away, whispering again, “Sorry.”

Exhaustion hits him like a physical force, and he drops onto the bed, staring down at the way their hands intertwine. Cyno tugs him closer, and and Tighnari allows himself to rest on his partner’s chest. His heartbeat is steady now. A regular old life-force. His fingers move to card through Tighnari’s hair, and then to scratch his ears in a way that shakes out some of their tension. When Tighnari eventually musters the strength to look up, Cyno is watching him intently. His expression is steady and determined, and Tighnari knows what he’s going to say before the words leave his mouth.

“I’ll go,” he says, and Tighnari aches because bravery is so integral to Cyno’s being. It’s something he learned so young and has had to rely on far more than is fair. “I’ll go to the Bimarstan,” he reiterates, and his voice is calm enough that if T didn’t have the ears that he does, he wouldn’t have even heard it waver.

He’s not going to make Cyno go there.

Not yet.

He realizes it all at once, as though just knowing that it’s an option, that Cyno won’t resist if it is needed, is enough to rebuild Tighnari’s confidence in his own abilities.

“Thank you,” Tighnari says, and Cyno tenses, probably steeling himself to follow through on his words. Tighnari is sure, now, that he would if it was asked of him, but he shakes his head. “I think– well, I may have overreacted a bit,” he admits.

Cyno watches him carefully as Tighnari continues. “Your fever feels better now than when I left, and you slept most of the night, which means some of the nutrients have stayed with you.”

“So,” Cyno’s voice is tentative. Tighnari nods, urging him onward. “I guess you could say I’m hereling for you.”

Tighnari groans. He can’t help it. “You’re–”

“Here-ling, like healing, and “here for you.” Get it?”

“Cyno,” Tighnari scolds. “Not the time.”

His partner shrugs, unaffected. “I think it was funny.”

Tighnari pulls away with a kiss to Cyno’s knuckles. He’s not actually upset; if anything, he still feels apologetic. But worry continues gnawing at his insides, so he gathers a few things from the kitchen before returning to Cyno’s side.

“Okay,” he says, holding up a glass. “This has some hydro-infused nutrients in it - they should be tasteless, and it’s meant to be rehydrating. I actually haven’t used them before,” Tighnari murmurs. “So although they come from a trusted colleague, if you feel anything odd after consuming this, let me know.”

Cyno nods and reaches for the glass. Unsurprising. Now that Tighnari’s offered him a way out of the Bimarstan, he’ll be content to try anything. Tighnari pulls the glass away just slightly.

“Cyno. This is important.” When he swallows, his throat is dry. “This goes not just for the drink - you’re not out of the woods yet with this ailment. If you start feeling worse, I need you to let me know. Can you promise that?”

The matra has gone still, listening quietly. When Tighnari finishes speaking, Cyno keeps looking at him attentively.

“Are you okay, Tighnari?”

The question makes his legs weak. No, he’s not, and Cyno can see straight through him. There’s an unsettling battle between the tension still running through Tighnari’s veins and the weight of his exhaustion, and his headache has only intensified. He allows himself the luxury of rolling into the bed beside his partner before responding with a sigh.

“I’ll be fine,” he says, tempted to leave it at that. But honesty is a two-way street. “I’m tired and that makes me nervous that I won’t— I might not notice if something is really wrong. You seemed so much better earlier, and I had just convinced myself that you were fine.”

“I felt fine earlier.” Cyno reaches for the medicine and drinks it slowly. “And I feel better now. But I meant what I said: I can see a doctor. Especially if it will make you feel better.”

Tighnari’s heart swells. He waits patiently for Cyno to rest the glass on his nightstand, and then wraps his arms around him. He’s still sick and sweaty and warmer than he should be, and once he’s healed, he’ll have to regain some of his muscle mass. But Cyno still manages to feel strong when he returns the embrace.

“I trust you,” Tighnari says, squeezing a bit tighter, tucking his head under Cyno’s chin. “If you say you feel better, I believe you. I just need you to keep being honest. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you because I didn’t realize I wasn’t doing enough.”

“Okay,” Cyno says. “I promise, Tighnari. I won’t lie to you.”

The words are probably more than he needed to say; Tighnari already knew this much. And yet, his body relaxes upon hearing them.

He doesn’t sleep for a long while. Cyno drifts off, still recovering, and Tighnari plays with his hair. Some of his restless energy begins to fade, but he’d rather watch his partner sleep peacefully than close his eyes. It’s a relief when the matra stays that way for multiple hours. When he wakes up, Tighnari is alarmed, briefly, and ready to reach for the trash can in the event of repeat from earlier. But Cyno only smiles lazily, yawns, and starts tracing gentle lines on Tighnari’s back. It’s soothing. Tighnari’s muscles complain as they loosen and readjust, but it isn’t the worst feeling. He fights against heavy eyelids until he hears Cyno chuckle.

“You can rest,” he says. “I’ll wake you if I need anything, Nari.”

Tighnari scrunches his face up, still resistant. It doesn’t feel right, and yet…

“I promise,” Cyno says. Tighnari doesn’t need anything to verify the truth to his words, but he listens closely anyway. Between the sound of one steady heartbeat and the next, Tighnari finally allows himself to drift off.

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 1 year

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Ocean's Valentine

captain caviar x gn!reader fluff

summary: how you and caviar spend valentines day on a voyage together <3

warnings: physical touch, pet names (sweetheart), mentions of food

Ah, the open sea breeze, perfect for an evening like this.

Somewhere, out in the vast soda ocean, there was a ship, gently rocking back and forth on the waves. On said ship, a crew of sailors enjoyed a hearty feast, eating and drinking to their heart's content. Each and every crewmate wore joyous smiles upon their faces, all of them celebrating the holiday by sharing laughter and well-wishes with one another.

It was a happy holiday indeed. The cookies were delighted and graciously celebrated their friendships with each other. Every sailor's boisterous laughter quickly filled the dining hall below deck. It truly was a perfect holiday for every cookie on board.

Even after the dinner was over, plenty of crew members were boasting with smiles and laughter. All across the ship, cookies could be seen eagerly conversing with one another, and atop the deck, a certain pair of cookies could be seen sharing a special moment with each other.

"Ha! Now THAT'S a good joke! You're quite the comedian, ya know!" Captain Caviar Cookie laughed at your jokes as he playfully nudged you with his elbow. "You're a real sweetheart, ya know. I'd give anything to see you smile." He looked at you with a starstruck look in his eyes. His sudden compliment left you red in the face, and he chuckled at your flustered expression. "You just look so adorable. I'm glad that we're able to spend our lives together. I love you so much." He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"Aww, Cav! I love you too," you said as you smiled and hugged him. He was quick to lean into your touch and gently kissed your neck. "Love ya more," he teased. "No, I love you more!" you giggled as you pulled away from the hug. "Oh really? Well, I love you more than anything in the world." He gave you a sharp-toothed smile. "Then, I love you more than anything in the universe!" you told him as you grabbed his hand. "Oh, alright, you win this time," he playfully rolled his eyes before kissing your lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

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nepenthean-sleep · 2 years

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griddlehark fic recs

what's up i'm tumblr user nepenthean-sleep and the locked tomb books psychologically destroyed me so i read griddlehark fic to cope. here's a list of some of my favorite fics. tumblr usernames added if i could find them (sorry for the notification!). part 2 here.

Kiss Me, Idiot T - Antipode oneshot. post pool scene, canon-compliant, just generally cute (understatement).

do what you can with me, and do it quietly T - cobrakids / @funsizedshark oneshot. college AU. this one is BRAND NEW but its so good. the author has gideon and harrow's voices down 100%. i really hope it becomes a whole AU or a multi-chapter fic!

for the gleam of a jewel, or a smile T - cristabeloct / @gothicenjoyer long multi-chapter. third house murder mystery featuring all the heirs and cavs from canaan house! i will admit i have not yet finished this fic but everything about it so far is incredible. i love how fleshed out (heh, flesh magic joke) the third house feels in this fic. it reminds me a lot of the mysterious study of doctor sex in that it's very interesting to see the inner workings of another house.

for better, for worse T - mutterandmumble oneshot. college AU. oh my god this one is hilarious i was crying laughing. two absolutely insufferable lesbians argue in a wendy's drive-through at 2am. one of my favorite fics of all time.

The Long Defeat G - pipistrelle oneshot. harrow's letter #24 of 24 from htn. this one hurts, lmao! absolutely wonderful, great job.

at arm's length T - mutterandmumble oneshot. college AU. harrow has to call gideon to pick up a drunk pal from her apartment. this whole fic is very funny. i am a big fan of unnervingly out-of-character drunk palamedes.

i will learn to love the shears T - corpsesoldier / @corpsesoldier oneshot. set after the avulsion trial. gideon helps harrow cut her hair. very introspective and i think it made one of my friends cry.

you kissed me (you heathen) T - its_alenatic oneshot. the kiss from ntn from gideon's perspective! this fic made me want to throw my laptop out a window!

Safe Words T - zoicite short multi-chapter. set post-pool scene when gideon and harrow talk about random things. gideon tells a very funny story about camilla handcuffing harrow that reveals more about gideon's own psyche than she probably intended.

How It Happened T - YeeHawmura oneshot. pool scene with a htn twist. also made me want to throw my laptop out a window!

#gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #griddlehark #the locked tomb #fic recs #neph.txt #neph tltposting

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harrowharks-iliac-crest · 8 months

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Back to Gideon - Third skull, here comes Ianthe.

Her hair and skin were colourless; that pallid face brightened to see me. “Harry,” she said. Harrow, she was genuinely delighted to see you. The smile on that thin white face was real. “Harry, you’re—” I moved closer and totally fucking ruined her day. “Alive, bitch,” I said. That expression hardened like it had been dropped in quick-set concrete. [...] Ianthe flicked a lock of goo-stained hair over her shoulder, leaned against the kitchen wall, and said: “Oh—you.”

Some kind of plan has just been ruined, methinks.

There would be a goddamn reckoning. Nonagesimus, I was going to reck her. I said: “Do you want your ass kicked now, or do you want your ass kicked later, or both?” “Please, let’s address this like gentlewomen,” said Ianthe, without much hope.

Gideon, I fucking missed you.

“This can’t be happening.” “She’s not even into you, okay? It’s just the bones. She’s into bones.”

Gideon, I FUCKING MISSED YOU!!!!!

This better not be too short-lived, I really need more of Lyctor!Cav!Gideon in my life.

“You’re certain that Mercy tried to kill Harrow?” she said, after a moment. “Yeah.” “But that doesn’t— Why would she—?” “Do not fucking ask me for information. I could not be more lost right now.”

Oh Gideon. You've always been so adorably clueless. Have I mentioned that I've fucking missed you???

"Why did you ascend to be a Lyctor?” “Ultimate power—and posters of my face.” Fair.

Hahahahaha. Oh Ianthe.

But he had stopped dead, and he was looking at us. At your face. He looked at my eyes in your face in the same way the other Lyctor had, and any colour in his own drained straight away. [...] Augustine looked at us like we were the last thing he’d ever see. “John,” he breathed. And: “Joy.” And then—he fucking legged it.

What's got Augustine so goddamn scared? Hello???

At this point I'm halfway wondering if there's anyone who isn't plotting something against someone here. Gideon seems to be foiling a lot of plans here today.

“Hurry up. I have a letter for you,” said Ianthe. Harrow, it was in your handwriting. She handed me a fat, bulging envelope with your handwriting, and it said To be given to Gideon Nav, and I felt—strange. Time softened as I held it, and I didn’t even care about the barely repressed mirthful scorn on the other girl’s face.

Oh, this is one of the letters that Harrow couldn't know about!!! What does it say what does it say???

The letter was wrapped around a black, folded-up bunch of angles: smoked glass, thin black frames, mirrored lenses. A little bend in one arm, but otherwise—you’d kept my sunglasses. [...] ONE FLESH, ONE END.

Oh yay the sunglasses!!

And oh damn you past Harrow, you couldn't have written literally anything more enlightening??? Fuck!!!

Fuck one flesh, one end, Harrow. I already gave my flesh to you, and I already gave you my end. I gave you my sword. I gave you myself. I did it while knowing I’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me. Which is, coincidentally, what your mother said to me last night.

I fucking missed you Gideon Nav!!!!!

And also, well, I'm glad we agree on Fuck One Flesh, One End.

She can’t love you. She can’t even try.” She said, way too carefully: “Oh, please, as though—” but I cut her off. “Don’t start the I was toying with her, mwah ha ha noise, because I won’t believe it. Your plan backfired, Tridentarius. You’ve got the sickness. I know the signs of Nonagesimitis. You were all lined up for a big hot injection of Vitamin H.” Ianthe scrubbed at her forehead briefly with her bone hand. “Really a corpse?” she said, with not totally believable carelessness.

Oh my god Ianthe. Oh my god Gideon. You're out here at the end of the world, and you're bonding over how you're both kinda in love with a girl who can never love you back. Oh my fucking god.

I died knowing you’d hate me for dying; but Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I’d had your full attention.

I'm going to fucking cry.

now we are going to get out of my bedroom, and I am going to take you to Teacher.” The Emperor of the Nine Houses. The Necrolord Prime. I said, “No, thanks. I’m good.” “He needs to know. He can help you.” “I might lie down and see if this fixes itself,” I suggested. “Do you want Harrowhark to reclaim rightful ownership of her body, or not?” she asked reasonably.

Way too fucking reasonable. God can't help with this!!! You're taking Harrow's body to God so THE SLEEPER can take control of Harrow's body, and kill God.

That's probably, definitely what's happening here, and I really fucking hate it.

#harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth liveblog #htn liveblog #tlt liveblog #htn spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb

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itsohh · 1 year

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It’s Always the Shy Ones

A/N: Female reader, I’m like really not good at doing anything shy or innocent reader BUT I like cav a lot.

Word count: 3980

Warnings: NSFT, smut, sub/dom

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Operatives at Rainbow were always getting hurt. It was an undeniable fact that you had long since accepted. Sometimes on a mission, sometimes in training. Regardless of the cause, you were there to help. There with Gustave along every case, you were lucky enough not to have as big bags as he had. Just as the pair of you were looking to retire for the night there was a rapid knock on the door. You watched as the doctor's face visually deflated and he opened it.

"-fucking put me down I swear to god-" Taina's voice was cut off as the two of you started at her. She was slumped over Alexsandr's shoulder, secured by one arm. Her eyes darted from yours to Gustaves before Gustave gestured to the table.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"She refused to come see you." Alexsandr walked over to the table.

"It's a small scrape, children get worse than this. I will be fine." She hissed right before Alexsandr leaned forward and gently placed her on it. With her now in place, you were able to see the blood that streamed down her leg. It certainly wasn't too deep but it would still be important to disinfect and patch up.

"I can handle this, doctor." Your voice small, especially in comparison to Alexsandr's. Gustave's eyes flashed to yours and he nodded.

"So long as there's no other injury?" Gustave prompted the pair of them.

"I'm fine." Taina's shoulders dropped as she sighed. "Really." Her eyes landed on you, you had already started to prepare to treat her. "Besides, I'm in good hands." At her reminder, Gustave nodded and patted Alexsandr on the side of his shoulder. It was a sign for the pair of them to leave. And they did.

After the two men left, the door closed behind them and you were left in silence. Up on the table, it was easy to treat her on your lowered office chair. You started to clean her up where her blood had dried with disinfectant wipes.

"How did this happen?" It was the first thing you had said to her all night. There was a light red tint to her cheeks and you presumed the cause was something embarrassing.

"I slipped exiting the showers and scraped myself on the concrete." Her eyes were set on yours.

"That's okay I can take care of you." Your eyes met hers at your soft-spoken voice. The redness had increased and her mouth gaped partially. You pulled back to dump the now bloody wipes in the disposal before you started to cut her a decently sized plaster. Her eyes were set on you while you gently applied it. With a smile, you leaned back in your seat. “See, not too scary. No need to be afraid of coming to the infirmary. No matter the injury.”

“I’m not afraid.” Her eyes tore away from yours. “It’s just unnecessary. I don’t need someone taking care of me for something so small.”

“It’s okay Taina. So long as your a good girl I’ll take care of you no matter the size of the problem.” Her brows rose in interest before you quickly looked away.

“Thank you, nurse.”

“No problem, anytime.” You stood up from your chair and started to pack your things away, but Taina wasn’t finished with you. A spark had been ignited inside of her, one she had spent a decent amount of time putting out. Now that you had reignited it, she was going to act upon it.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Her question caught you off guard and you nearly dropped the items in your hand.

“Huh?” She seemed slightly amused by your off-guard state.

“Dinner, you know, food. Have you eaten yet?”

“No, I uh, was going to when you and Alexsandr came in."

"Come with me."

"Oh sure, just give me a couple of minutes I need to fill out this paperwork. It won't take long." Your voice was small and at the end of your sentence, the pair of you settled into silence.

"I told Alexsandr that I didn't need to come here. Now you have to file paperwork." Taina eventually huffed in her chair and gestured to you. You had been at your desk typing away and eventually looked up.

"Caveira it's fine really. Nothing to be worried about." You closed her file and stood up. "How does it feel? The pasture not too annoying or tight?"

"You did a good job. Let's go get dinner." At her words, she stood up and lead you out of the door. On the way, you grabbed your coat and flipped off the light.

You didn't say much as the pair of you walked through the hallways of the base. "Oh, it's pretty late huh." You eventually spoke up when the pair of you went past some large windows that took up the entire wall.

"You're just as bad as Gustave at overworking." Taina huffed but slapped her hand on your shoulder. "I was actually a little surprised the pair of you were still there. Everyone's well since retired for the night."

"Ah, sorry." She paused at your apology and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, you should be, take better care of yourself, nurse. Or else I'll do it for you." Her voice was light, flirty and different from the way she usually spoke.

Heat consumed your face in a flush and you couldn't help but look away from her, wanting to hide your face. Too focused on Taina, you hadn't realised that the pair of you had arrived at the admittedly pretty flash cafeteria and kitchen. The lights were mostly off aside from one. That one light hosted Grace who had been rummaging in the fridge.

The woman physically jumped a little when Taina flipped on the lights for both. She whipped around a small container in her hand and kimchi partially in her mouth.

"Grace, a bit late isn't it?" Taina cocked her brow as she lead you into the kitchen.

"I was hungry. You just missed Gustave if you were looking for him." Determined to change both the subject and focus off herself, she directed the comment to you.

"Thanks, but I'm just getting dinner." Grace's eyes darted from yours to Tainas before she closed the door with her arm.

"Ah, I'll, uh, leave it to you then." Grace's eyes fell back to Tainas not so subtle glare and pretty much bolted out of the room with her kimchi.

When it was just the pair of you, Taina eventually turned to you. "Do what do you feel like?"

"Oh I don't mind, I can help if you like."

"No need, I won't make anything complicated or long."

"I honestly didn't think you were going to cook for me, I just normally get instant noodles when it's this late." You laughed a little before you scratched the back of your neck.

"Tsk, you should always have proper meals." Taina spoke while she washed the rice thoroughly until the water was no longer murky.

"Sometimes I'm just tired. Don't have the energy to do anything." You watched her back while she went to grab the chicken she had left to marinate in the fridge. Mass dinners were normally prepared each night but there were a couple of operatives who prefer to cook their own meals. It seemed Taina was in the latter group.

"I'll make dinner for you then." The stove had heated up her pan with olive oil in it.

"It's really no fuss-"

"I don't care how late it is, I would rather you ate a proper meal." Her word was law as she put all the chicken into it. It sizzled loudly at first but quickly died down in sound.

"Besides, I love any opportunity to have a date with you." She turned around to lean on the counter, still keeping a half-eye on the chicken. At her words you coughed out and had you been drinking at that moment you were sure you would have choked.

"Date?" She laughed a little at your surprise.

"Yes, this is a date. Unless you don't want it to be?" Her eyes examined your reactions, searching for any discomfort.

"No, a date is… date is good." You squeaked out. A thought flashed across your face and she slowly approached you. Her hand leaned on the table and towered over you.

"Can I kiss you?" You gaped at her question before you finally nodded, unable to speak.

Her soft lips met yours ever so slowly. Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip before she leaned into you. The woman had expected you to bend with the kiss but what she hadn't expected was for you to bend forward. Your hand found her cheek as you pushed into the kiss, escalating it. Your lips moved expertly against her. Hard pressed, your tongue slipped into her mouth in a fight for dominance which you ultimately won.

Taina eventually pulled back, lips slightly red and swollen with her hair a bit messier than usual. Her eyes were wide, obviously caught off guard by your actions. "I need to check up on the chicken." There was hesitation to leave you but the threat of burning dinner had her leave.

A brief increase of sizzling came as she put in garlic and onion, filling the air with a nice aroma.

"Not your first time hm?" Tania eventually teased, hair still messy. Heat consumed your cheeks and your eye line broke away from hers. "Mmm don't worry I quite enjoyed it. A little unexpected that's all." A few moments later she added in the rice alongside some water and what looked like capsicum and a tomato paste. There was a small clink when she covered the pan and turned down the heat a little. She headed over to the fridge and pulled out a small container with peas in it.

"You have all this already prepared?" You asked and she hummed.

"I try to plan out my meals at the beginning of the week. I'll normally keep my prep in the walk-in fridge and then move them here every couple of days." She hummed. "I'll start planning to make some for you as well if you're scared of disturbing me I can leave some leftovers in the fridge."

"Oh I wouldn't bother, my leftovers always get eaten." You waved her off with a hand. Her face went deadpan for a moment and she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a Tupperware with food in it. It had writing on top of it.

Caveria's lunch. If you touch, I will kill you.

At the end of the note was a little skull face she had drawn. "No one would dare to eat my food." She put the container away and went to stir the rice before she put in the peas. "Max did once, on a dare."

"And he's still alive?" She laughed at your joke, a grin spread across her face.

"Of course, I take care of my team. I just happened to focus a little more on Max specifically in training for a couple of days."

"I think I remember that. Didn't Gustave have a go at you because of that?"

"Mmm, had to make an example." She kept an eye on the rice as it came close to being ready.

"Just like you made an example of Masaru?" You asked and she cocked a brow.

"What happened to Masaru?"

"He broke the base rice cooker like two days ago. Tina was telling me about it." Silence came in between the pair of you as you both stared at each other.

"Filho da puta, that's who broke it?" She growled out to your surprise.

"If you didn't then who… oh I guess Tina was meaning Yumiko when she said 'who do you think?'"

"Probably. Raios me fodam." She swore out again. "I should chew him out. How did he break it?"

"Dropped it from what I heard." Taina stirred the rice a little before she grabbed a pair of plates from the nearby cupboard.

"We used to have two but one of them one day went missing. It was a little red one."

"Oh like the one Tina has in her room?" Taina stared at you as she put the plates down at the island you had been sitting at.

"She has what in her room?"

"Oh god don't tell her I told you that I guess it was supposed to be a secret. She's always had it. Maybe she just has one like that one that she bought." You rushed to get the words out as Taina sat down next to you. Taking pity on you, she let out a small laugh.

"Don't worry I'll sort things out. Promise you won't get into trouble." She gave you a wink before she started to eat, a motion you followed.

"This is really good. I didn't know you cooked."

"I used to do it a lot for my younger siblings when I was young. My grandmother and my brother taught me. I enjoy it. After a long day's work, it can be relaxing. Familiar. It's nice to sometimes let go and not have the worry of my team's lives on my mind."

"I get what you mean."

"Don't tell me that Gustave has you stressed all the time." Taina disapproved and hummed.

"Mm I mean I work very closely with Gustave all the time. Normally his worries are my own worries. If he goes into surgery, I go into surgery. Nothing I can't handle. I like playing video games a lot after work. Having a sense of control. In the medical field, there are just so many things that I can't control, it feels nice to be able to have control for one."

"Two sides of the same coin huh?"

"Yeah." The pair of you finished your meals and put away the dishes in the dishwasher before Taina put the rest of the rice in a container.

Touch and die. - Cav

She had written on top of it before she put it into the fridge. "You can have the rest tomorrow for lunch if you like."

"Might steal it for dinner." She flipped the lights off and the pair of you started to head back to your dorm room.

"No."

"No?" You asked slightly confused.

"I'm making you dinner tomorrow. I hope you like empanadas."

"Taina, really it's no big deal you don't have to."

"I want to." She gave you a look, one that told you she had already decided and no arguing would change that.

"Okay." You surrendered with a nod. She had already made up her mind.

Eventually, the pair of you got to your room."Thanks for dinner Taina. It's been a while since I had a cooked meal like that." You gave her a warm smile.

"Hmm, how long have you been living on instant noodles?"

"Um, next question?" You shrugged and she rolled her eyes in return.

"Fine then. How about, can I kiss you again."

"Okay."

"Okay? That's not a yes darling."

"Please kiss me." In a second of the words leaving your mouth, her lips were on yours once again. All stress and tension left your body while she pressed you against your door. In that one act something activated in you and your hand found the back of her neck. You pulled her firmly towards you while your other hand fumbled to open the door behind you.

Taina's hands had settled around your waist. The door behind you flew open and you quickly swivelled around in a swift motion. Taina's grip grew but ultimately failed when you let go of her neck and gave her a decent shove on her shoulders. The impact had her fall on your bed while you slowly stalked over to her with a devilish smile on your face.

"You work so hard Caveria. Let me take care of you." Her callsign rolled off your tongue while she stared at you from the bed. A complete 180 of your personality as you stalked towards her. Taina was rather interested to see where this would lean while she propped herself up on her elbows. At the foot of your bed, you stood between her legs which draped off the end. “You were so good for me earlier, you can be good for me now hm?” Taina stared at you for a moment. “I’m talking to you Taina. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” She managed to get out. Your hands ran up the side of her thighs, feeling her muscle through her pants. Your hands trail down to the bottom of her legs and found a grip on her shoes, humming as you undid them. Your eyes made contact with hers as you trailed back up her legs to her thighs before you reached for her zip. To tease the woman, you undid it but didn’t remove her pants right away. Instead, you found the corner of her shirt and started to slowly lift it up her body. Your hands felt up your sides as you did slow, mounting her legs. Her arms lifted for you to remove her shirt and you were left with her in a sports bra.

A crack ripped through the air as you swiftly removed the velcro and tossed the bra aside. Taina let out a gap when the cool hair suddenly hit her all at once. Hands on her breasts, she let out a light moan through her teeth as you grabbed the flesh, your thumbs rolling over her nipples.

You gave Taina little time to adjust before your lips were on hers. Like a fly trap, her arms were around you, pulling you flat against her while your ground yourself down against her. Your name fell from your lips and you found yourself pulling away from her with disapproval written on your face. “So greedy, I thought you were going to be a good girl for me?” Tainas face tinted red and she looked away. “Ah ah ahh, eyes on me. I want to see those pretty brown eyes of yours. Your thumb pushed on her chin to keep eye contact with you. You retreated off the bed and fell to your knees. A perfect angle to rip off her pants and underwear.

A curse left her mouth when your hands quickly found a good grip on her thighs and pulled them apart. Immetly you dove in, swiping kitten licks against her entrance. One of her hands found your hair and pulled on it to direct it slightly higher. Your tongue swirled her clit with the direction. Something you originally were going to take your time with but it was obvious that the woman was in a rather impatient mood. A mood you didn’t blame her for, you weren’t quite sure how long you would take your time. Now the cat was out of the bag, your desperation for the woman had taken control of you.

Nose pressed into her hair, you ate her out like a starved woman. Sloppy wet sounds echoed with her lights moans. Your fingers dove into her and you started to finger fuck the woman while you continued to swirl your tongue on her clit. “Just like that.” She breathed out, thighs twitching while she bucked against her. Her thighs were lethal, a fact she knew and it took all her control not to snap them close on your head. Your fingers curled inside of her and she let out a sound you swore you had never heard before. A squeak sort of sound mixed with a whimper. Eyes wide you quickly adapted and repeated the motion over and over until she was quite literally shivering against you.

Taina grabbed one of your pillows and pushed it over her face, giving her something to scream into right when her body let go. Liquid filled your mouth and drenched the lower half of your body. It gushed out and wet your top while her muffled moans vibrated against your pillow. You pulled back as your quivering legs fell uselessly onto the bed and her body relaxed.

For a moment you gave her a rest. Just enough time for you to leave her side and grab something from your side table. Any thought Taina had was soon interrupted by your manhandling. You flipped the woman onto her front and pushed her face down. With the light slap of your hands, you made sure her ass was in the air. A perfect angle for your to get a good grip on it. “Good girl.” Your purred out and shoved the toy into her dripping cunt.

“Fuck.” Her voice was drawn out and muffled into the bed. The glass cock didn’t stay inside of her for long before you started to fuck her with the toy. One you usually used on yourself.

“Does that feel good my dear?” Her response to your question was nothing more of a moan and you kept up the hard pace, the glass almost completely going inside of her. The curvature of it would be hitting that perfect sweet spot inside of her. “So good for me. So, so good for me.” You started to kiss the underside of her thighs as you praised her. “You take care of me so well, you deserve this. If I had more prep time, mm the things I could make you feel.” A light bite on her ass drew a significantly louder moan while she fisted your sheets.

Tainas face moved to the side, just long enough to speak for a second. “Please.” She begged out, something unheard of by her.

“Do you want to cum again?”

“Yes! Yes… please. Ma’am…” She begged to your much delight.

“How could I refuse such a request.: Your hand kept up your pace. “Go on then, cum for me.” A moment later she pushed against the toy, preventing you from pulling it out. Slowly her ass sunk down with the toy still inside. Her body once tense become soft like jelly and melted down into your partially wet bed. With a pop, you pulled the dildo out of her and she let out a groan before she flopped on her back.

You disappeared into your bathroom for a moment and Taina stared at your ceiling, trying to figure out what just happened exactly. Flashes of your quiet personality danced across her eyes. She wasn’t complaining, not far from it. This was an unexpected but welcomed discovery. When you walked back into the room, you had a bottle of water and a towel. That and a slightly sheepish look on your face.

“Ah, I didn’t go too hard on you? Sometimes I get carried away.” You handed her the bottle and she looked at your body, still drenched from her liquids.

“You're going to have to try harder than that to break me. This was just a warm-up.” Taina challenged, her slightly breathless voice did make it a little harder to take seriously. Yet it was exactly what you needed to hear to spark that dominant side of you once again.

“In that case, let me show you how it's done.”

#caveira x reader #r6s #r6s x reader #taina pereira

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dreamingorbeeing · 1 year

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So I seem to have missed Cavendish day here is a little fanfic (which I hope is readable) to apologize :

Impressions Part 1

"I can't believe that we are more successful cleaning houses in the Renaissance than protecting pistachios " Balthazar Cavendish and Vinnie Dakota were strolling along the Danville park,

reconciling after their recent mission.

" yeah... but it was kinda good we failed? Nut jobber-dominated future and all? "

" I suppose so " cavendish answered still lost in thoughts.

" but still, it's frustrating to fail as of some unpredictable hazzard, forced upon us by murphy's law ."

"yeah, hey let's ask milo but a little crash course on managing murphy's law. Or wait! Maybe he has some relatives in the future who would join us" The Italian joked

cavendish gave a skeptical look ": I don't know, a little briefing by milo is surely advised but a new partner?

I'm rather content, with the two of us. "

"you are?" Dakota crocked, looking up.

"Granted we didn't quite got along at first, which had me rather concerned about our carrier's future and yes there still is room for improvement.

But when the situation calls for it, we make quite a good team. "

Dakota couldn't help but flash a bright smile. Happy at his partner's conclusion.

Since it was still early they decided to stay in the park. They walked by some snack stands, before seating themselves on a nearby bench.

" you know it's amusing actually," cavendish continued after a few minutes of silence, "if you didn't hijack my car that day, we would have never even met .. "

While cavendish stroked his chin thinking

Dakota relaxed into the bench, feet stretched out in front of him. He chuckled not knowing how he deserved cavendish in such a good mood.

" well what do you know, paid off listening to my gut" the Italian placed one hand on his stomach.

cavendish however seemed more confused by this answer.

"your gut ?"

" well yeah speaking of which. " Dakota said looking around the park until his eyes locked on a food stand. "I could use a little snack"

"We just had breakfast " Cavendish declared with a serious eyeroll.

Dakota shrugged and got up, digging through his pockets for cash.

"My gut says otherwise"

"So that's how you make all your major decisions? By following some random feelings of your gastrointestinal organs. " cavendish had crossed his arms and looked at Dakota with angry eyes.

"Oh come on, you just admitted that that's why we met in the first place " the other one teased

"Oh how lovely to know we're only partners thanks to your gluttonous desires. "

Dakota was starting to get annoyed by his partner.

For Cavendish mood - swings were somewhat normal. And while Dakota could normally ignore him going on about his eating habits, today he had a hard time just shrugging it of. Especially with Cavendish so happy before, it just didn't fit. Dakota had a feeling that this wasn't just about his need for food.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a still rambling cavendish.

" one imagine I decided to bring tea instead of a Lolli.

Maybe I should pin one to our objectives, seeing how it's the one thing to catch your attention. "

The brit finished, arms and legs crossed. He almost looked like a pounding child thought the Italian.

Then it suddenly hit Vinnie.

So that was cavendish's problem. He should have guessed. it seemed that he had misjudged his partner. He was better at hiding his emotions than Vinnie thought.

" Cav if there's something you wanna know you can just ask" the Italian calmly stated seating him next to cavendish again. "you know?" He added looking his partner in the eyes.

Cavendish looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it. Instead, he turned his head forward to the lake in front of the bench.

"I m afraid I can't follow." was his only response

What has this to do with cav day? will I be able to make a satisfying continuation (I really wrote myself in a corner🙈)

Also, I apologize for grammar issues (especially punctuation marks .)I'm not a native English. If you want you can message me about failures (please send a private message . Don't want too much comments under this with grammar corrections thank you )

part 2:

#mml #vinnie dakota #milo murphy's law #balthazar cavendish #dakavendish #Fanfiction #Impressions fanfiction #mml Dakota #mml Cavendish #cavota #Dakota and Cavendish

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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Patience is a Virtue

Written for @yourwinchesterbros for missing edging on your kinkfest request. This has been in my drafts forever.

Can be read as a The Reaper and The Death Angel one-shot or as a standalone.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, consent and kink negotiation, smut (female masturbation, spanking, edging, fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, aftercare.)

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Jax teaches you a lesson about waiting

"I'm going to miss you tonight."

You smiled, "it's only night shift Jax, one Club party without me isn't going to kill you."

He smirked, "it might, you can die of boredom you know. My brain's going to fall out of my ears, my heart's going to stop from having nothing to keep me entertained. My…"

You kissed him, "ok, enough. I'll be having my main meal at two, I'm sure the party will be done by then, you can stop by and eat with me."

He smiled, "I'd like that darin." He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours, "I don't know why you need to keep going on night shift. I thought work was slowing down?"

You shook your head, "it's the usual Jax, the state wants a certain number of cases done and the more we do the more they want."

He sighed, "I'm sorry darlin, I'll bring you some of flan from he cafe if you like."

You smiled, "I'd like that. See you at two yeah?"

He nodded and kissed you again, "yeah."

Jax was there right on two, flan in hand and his Teller smirk on his face. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, his hands holding your head as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks, "dinner?"

You smiled, "yes please, it's been a long night." You sat down on your office couch, Jax sitting next to you, "how was the party?" He gave you a look, "oh no, what?"

"We have to go on a run tomorrow, we're leaving mid afternoon."

You sighed, "another one? Can't they pull someone else?"

Jax shook his head, "nope, we'll be back in three days."

You smiled, "does that mean you're going to have to touch your own dick instead of me doing it for you?"

He gasped in fake offence, "you don't think I can hold off, I thought you were the one who insisted I call you before I go to bed so we can say good night."

"Well yes, but you're the one who always brings up what I'm wearing."

He smiled, "I just want to know that you're comfortable, I can't have my woman not getting a good night's rest."

You shook your head, "sure Teller. Are you saying I can't wait?"

He nodded, "yep."

You pressed your lips together in thought, "well then, I guess we'll see. I will hold off for however many days you think I need to so I can prove I can wait. You can touch yourself, we both know that you can't keep it together."

Jax stuck out his hand, "you're on."

****

Jax was gone for five days, not three. You talked every morning and every night. Jax was merciful and kept the conversation PG, only asking if you were being good and you could hear his smirk across the line. When he got home, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you long and slow, normally he would have you bent over the bed the moment everyone was asleep but tonight all he did was hold you.

"This must be rough on you too."

He nuzzled your hair, "it is, even more of a reason for you to give in."

You chuckled and stroked his face, "never, I told you I could wait and I will. The balls in your court Teller."

He hugged your tighter, "we'll see if you feel that way in the morning."

You woke up in Jax's arms, his face pressed to your hair, "good morning beloved."

He smiled and sniffed then ran his hands up and down your arms, "good morning darlin, did you sleep well?"

You nodded, "I always sleep well when you're with me."

He threw off the covers, kissing you one last time before heading to the bathroom. You watched him go, since you started buying Jax tight black boxers, it was all he wore. "See something you like?"

You smiled, "maybe, I can appreciate a nice ass."

He chuckled, "well, unless you cave, that's all you're going to be doing."

You shook your head, "I keep telling you, I can wait."

****

You lasted four more days before you broke. It was Sunday afternoon, Jax was out on Club business and you knew you'd have a few hours before he got home. All you needed was one, it's not like Jax would find out, he was intent on making you beg. You shut your bedroom door and lay on the bed. Your thoughts drifted to Jax as your hand slid down your body, this wasn't meant to be an indulgence, there was no fan fair, you were going to get off and be done with it.

You could almost feel Jax's hands on you as you circled your clit with your index finger, "what do you think you're doing little girl?"

Oh shit, you yanked your hand away from your body, "what does it look like?"

He swaggered over to you, "it looks like you're touching yourself without my permission."

You huffed and swung your legs over the bed, walking over to him, "you were taking to long."

He smiled, "so you can't wait."

You sighed, "maybe not, I missed you."

Jax pecked you, "were you thinking about me?"

You ran your hand down his chest, "of course I was."

He chuckled, "get naked, you're going to have to make this up to me." he stomped over to the bed and sat down, patting his legs, "over my knee." You huffed, "because spanking me has always worked." He licked his lips, "I know what it does to you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would be doing something very different."

You stripped off, taking your time while making eye contact, "don't you think I know what you're doing? Get to it darlin." You stripped off the rest of your clothes in a rush then dropped yourself over his knees, "count." The hits came hard and fast, "how many was that? Don't make me start again."

You gathered yourself, "three."

His hand rubbed your hot skin, "good girl." You could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

The rest of the hits were just as hard, Jax pausing to rub your hot skin while he waited for you to count, "have you learnt your lesson now?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, have I?"

Jax tutted, "get on your knees."

You smiled, "make me."

He grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you up then planted you on the ground, "don't make me spank you again." His hands moving to hold your face.

You smiled, "I'd much rather suck your dick." He smirked, still fully dressed as he unzipped his jeans and pull them down just enough to get his cock out.

His hands moved to your arms and then he was lifting your hands to his hips, "tap if you need a break."

You nodded "yep." He stroked his cock with one hand and your cheek with the other.

"Get to it little girl." You took one hand off his hip and lifted it to his cocked, stroking the base as you wrapped your lips around the head.

"Fuck, just like that." You slid your mouth over more of him, Jax's head dropping back in pleasure, his hands lovingly rubbed your face. You pulled backed and kitten licked the head and Jax grunted, his hand tightening in your hair and spoke low and almost harsh, "don't tease."

You kissed his thigh and looked up and him through your eyelashes, "sorry my love."

You kissed the head of his cock one last time before sucking it into your mouth and swallowing him down like an icy pop. Jax gasped, his hips starting to move in their own as you sucked him deeper into your mouth. Your hand left the base of his cock to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm while Jax grunted. He tapped your cheek to let you know he was about to cum and you moaned around him in permission.

He tapped your cheek one last time before you felt something warm and salty hit your tongue, "fuck, fuck, fuck, my good girl." He bent over at the waist and rubbed your back then stepped back away from you. "Get on the bed." You scrambled up and got comfortable, Jax made no room to get naked, rather, he pulled up his pants and shed his shirt.

Your eyes raked his bare chest, Jax smirking as they landed on his face, "you see something you like?"

You nodded, "everyday."

He shook his head, "you've been good for me so far so I'm going to let you cum tonight, but when and how many times is up to me so you better behave." Jax climbed on top of you and nuzzled into your neck, his teeth coming out to nibble your skin.

You brought your hand up and placed it on his shoulder blade, the muscles ripping under your touch as he kissed down your body and to your core. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and kissed your inner thigh, running his thumb up and down the crease of your legs before spreading your open and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You moaned and Jax chuckled against your skin, you felt two of his fingers circle our entrance and then he was sliding them inside you, pressing your G-spot in a steady stroke. It didn't take you long, between what you were doing before Jax got home, the spanking and sucking his dick, you were right on the edge in a matter of seconds.

But before you could topple into bliss, Jax stopped. You didn't react, you knew this was coming and Jax smiled, lifting his head briefly to speak praise at you, "good girl, if you keep this up, you'll be cumming before you know it." You shifted and settled into the bed as his head dropped back to your skin.

It took a handful of licks or you to be arching off the bed but Jax stopped again, moving to bite your thigh while he replaced his lips with his thumb. He kissed your thighs until you were at the edge again then paused the fingers that were inside you, pulling back the sensations just enough to pull you back from the edge.

"Jax please, I need more."

Jax chuckled, "oh, I know. You'll get it when I say you can."

You grunted in frustration and his teeth smarted at your hip, "careful, don't give me a reason to leave you hanging."

You whimpered, "I'll be good, please."

He smiled, "I know darlin, you're always good for me."

He started moving his fingers again, faster this time as his thumb found your clit and his lips kissed everywhere they could each. Each time you reached the peak, he slowed down. You wove your hands into his hair and he turned his head to kiss your forearm, "I know, I know how hard you're trying, just a bit longer little girl."

You inhaled, "thank you."

Jax smiled, "you don't need to thank me, just lay back and enjoy yourself."

You let the tension fall from your muscles as his mouth returned to your skin, with one last lick, Jax pressed your hips down to the bed with his forearm as you came so hard you saw white. You felt him kiss up your body, then there was something hard and hot pressing to your entrance, "you want this little girl?"

You gasped, "please, please I need you."

Jax chuckled, "no need to beg." You have no idea when he got naked but you were very happy about it.

He rested his weight on his arm as he slid inside you, the other hand coming to run your clit. You let out a pained whimper and he kissed you softly, "I know, I can feel you shaking around me." His voice was tight, you could tell he was holding back. His hips started slow, pushing past the sensitivity from your previous orgasm. "Fuck you're tight."

You giggled, "is that a problem?" He kissed your again, harder this time.

"No, but I have a reputation to uphold and you're going to ruin it."

You kissed his neck, "I'm not going to tell anyone."

Jax smiled, "you are really something, can you give me one more?"

You nodded, "I think so."

Jax chuckled, "well I know so." His hips moved like rolling waves as two of his fingers rubbed your clit, his warmth seeping into your body. Between his cock and how his body felt encompassing yours, you were coming again before could warn him.

Jax grunted like you had shot him as the contraction of your core pushed him over the edge. Then he was dropping on top of you as his hips moved of their own volition, ringing every ounce of pleasure from you. It took a while for him to gather himself and roll off you, his lips never leaving yours as he pulled you into his arms.

"You good?"

You nodded, "I will be when I can feel my limbs. Was this your plan all along?"

He smirked, "my smart girl. It was, why do you think I kept finding a reason to take my shirt off."

You giggled, "I love you."

He kissed your forehead, "I love you too darlin, now let me get something to clean you up then I'm going to run you a bath."

Fin

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reizeken · 1 year

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Writing a slight crack-ish fic 'bout youtuber steph in 2007 (Don't question the logistics) and have this excerpt. I have no idea about the start or the end but atleast the middle is done yannow.

Never in my life did I have to remember this many 2007 cavs roster members fr

“Wait, no, stop-”

Lebron’s blood froze at the familiar voice coming from the locker room, so unfamiliar soft and fragile and out of breath that Lebron’s entire vision turned red with rage, the loud laughter of multiple men from the locker room adding to his rising blood pressure. He slammed the door open, trying desperately to calm his rising anger down and then he saw what he feared the most.

Steph was pressed down on a bench under Varejao, both of them looking towards the door at the sudden and loud intrusion, the rest of the team stuck in various stages of laughter, Steph’s hand slightly pulling away Varejao’s jersey in an act of resistance. Lebron’s breath hitched sharply at Steph’s red eyes, pink face and slightly dishevelled jersey (LeBron’s jersey which he lent no less) and moved quickly to grab Varejao off of Steph.

“Exactly what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asked, voice threateningly deep, grabbing Varejao’s collar with pure hostility in his heart. He felt irritation when Varejao’s facial expression hadn’t changed, a smug smile fixated on his face and tried his best to suppress the cold anger that was threatening to overtake him, annoyance only heightening when his teammates continued to laugh even in this situation.

Just as Lebron was about to punch the man smirking at him he felt a small, cold hand land on his bicep, shaking slightly. He felt panic rise in his throat thinking that Steph was scared until he looked at the younger’s expression and saw him trying to suppress his giggles.

“ Bron wait, Varejao was just tickling me-” Steph stopped, before being interrupted by his giggles, the sound light and airy in the locker room, which was soon accompanied by the rest of the locker room bursting into louder laughs than before.

“B-but I thought…” Lebron sputtered, struggling to speak due to embarrassment, the choking laughs of his teammates doing nothing to reduce the rising red colour on his face.

Varejao was also struggling to speak, but mostly cause he was choking from laughing way too much. He lifted one finger in between catching his breath and pointed directly at LeBron, tears in his eyes. “No fucking way you thought-”

“SHUT UP!”

“Nah I can’t believe that you actually-” Ben Wallace interrupted, clutching his chest from laughing too hard, enjoying the way the young king got his feathers ruffled.

“Aight that’s it I’m killing ya’ll motherfuckers!” Lebron lept up to chase the teasing party which just lead to more boisterous laughter. He felt his face heat up to ridiculous degrees, unable to explain and apologise to Steph, but embarrassment had rotten his brain cells.

“I wonder what you thought was happening though,” Steph sighed, sitting on a bench next to Delonte West, which unfortunately for LeBron exposed a bit more of his thigh which made his brain overheat even more. Lebron was sure that if you could see his thinking process you could see a bubbling, overflowing kettle. “Oh well you see-” Someone tried to explain before having a dirty towel being thrown at their face, which led to exclamations of “HEY!” echoing in the room.

“Ah don’t think too much about it Steph,” West explained, smiling ruefully at a struggling Lebron who was currently getting suplexed by Wallace. “He’s just embarrassed that he tried too hard to protect you and ended up looking like a goofy ass motherfucker.” He finished, grinning widely at a fuming Lebron.

“Ah is that so? I find it kinda cute though.” Steph stated smiling at Lebron, and Lebron felt like he had been hit by the force of a thousand suns. He immediately bent over, clutching his chest with a shell-shocked expression on his face, which made everyone burst into laughter again.

“Is he okay?” Steph asked, green eyes wide with concern at the young star who bent over as if he suffered from decades worth of heart problems. He really didn’t want to be responsible for giving the face of the league heart problems.

“Nah he's fine don’t worry,” Wally reassured, half dead from laughing too much himself. “You got his blood pressure down.”

“Yeah but something else got up instead…”

“One more word from you motherfuckers and everyone is getting traded.”

“Steph you should film this, and title it ‘abuse of power in the Cleveland Cavs’, you’d get so many views.”

“Don’t drag him into this mess. Also Steph I gotta buy you a stranger danger whistle.”

#pure stupidity from these idiots #steph gotta get a stranger danger whistle #I feel bad for bron #but it's so funny #steph #steph curry #stephen curry #lebron/steph #lebron x steph #lebron #lebron james

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saturn-galatic-07 · 1 year

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Legend of the Duskgloom Sea: Aftermath

Captain Caviar’s submarine had docked in front of the harbor by the Salty Shark after an entire day out in the DuskGloom Sea, he opened the hatch and exited his submarine with Candy Diver following behind him, the Salty Sharks welcome their captain back, giving him salutes and such. “Captain, you’ve returned,” Blue Coral said with a smile, “and you……brought someone with you from your one-cookie voyage?” Black Reef said, taking notice to Candy Diver standing behind him, “oh, this scalawag right here? This is Candy Diver Cookie, if it hadn’t been for them, i wouldn’t be able to make it back here still in tact,” Caviar explained, patting CD on the shoulder, making the ghost diver happy, despite not being able to emote, “so, with that aside, while we’re glad you’ve returned safe and sound captain, if you don’t mind us asking, what happened while you were out in the DuskGloom Sea?” One of the crew mates asked, wondering what transpired out there, “well, i’ll be happy to tell you mateys about it, and but before I do, Oyster told me before the voyage that i need to tell her what i saw out there,” he said as he went to the platform and off to House Oyster, “take care of the ship for me, and while i’m gone, get yourselves acquainted with Candy Diver Cookie, i’ll be back in a few short minutes, and once I come back, we’ll be celebrating our safe return, drinks and all”.

After about a few minutes of walking, he made it to Manor Oyster, standing before it’s radiant beauty and glory, it’s almost blinding, he knocked on the door and Oyster’s envoy answered, she opened the door seeing Captain Caviar standing before her, she gave him a salute, saying, “ah, Captain Caviar, good evening ser, what brings you here?” the Envoy asked, standing in the doorway, “at ease, i’m here to speak Oyster, i returned from a voyage that she “requested” me to embark on regarding the missing ships near the Silent Ocean, which i wasn’t planning on going on,” he explained, crossing his arms, “she said that after I returned, I should tell her what i saw out there, so that's why i’m here”, “oh, of course, right this-” Cavs walked past her to where Oyster is, “-way, nevermind”. After about a few minutes of walking, he found her in her living room gazing at a painting of someone from her family, she was just sipping her tea, mumbling something under her breath, she then turned around and saw Caviar standing in the doorway, she put her cup down on the table and got up to greet him, “ah Captain Caviar, you’ve returned, and unharmed at that,” Oyster said with a smile on her face, “what? Were you expecting me to get myself crumbled out there?” Caviar said, raising an eyebrow, “oh no no no no no no, that’s not what i meant at all, i knew you would make it out of there, i just thought you’d get a bit roughed up out there,” she explained, “but i guess i underestimated you, well done,” Caviar let out a sigh, “next time, if you want something done, either do it yourself or just say it,” he said, annoyed, “right right, anyway, you know why you’re here right? Now tell me, did you manage to find what caused all the disappearances? Do tell me, don’t leave out any details,” Oyster said, gesturing for the two of them to sit down, “i’m fine with just standing,” he said, crossing his arms as Oyster just shrugged and sat down, “if that’s what you want, now we can start, explain what you saw out there, no leaving any details out”.

Captain Caviar stood in front of Oyster, explaining the following, “what happened was i was gonna go with my crew the DuskGloom Sea, but the torrents and storm caused by what, or should i say, who was out there proved to be difficult so i figured it the voyage should be done by one cookie, that being me, so i took my submarine and went alone. Through my trek into the sea, i met someone in the ocean’s depths after my sub got stuck, after they helped me, they wanted to come with, so they ended up helping me throughout the rest of my voyage, in fact, if it wasn’t for them, i wouldn’t have made it back to the Republic,” he explained, “i see, but what does that part have anything to do with what you found out there?” Oyster asked, “i’m getting to that, don’t interrupt, shoosh” he said as he continued, “anyway, looking around, and after having several encounters with different sea creatures, we came across a graveyard of ships, all sunken into the sea by what was out there, which leads me to tell you what is out there,” he said, “well then, go on, tell me, who or what caused those disappearances?” Oyster said, “well, the one responsible for all those disappearances was a mermaid, or maybe more specifically, a siren to be more exact,” he said, leading Oyster to raise an eyebrow, “a siren? Strange,” she said, thinking for a bit, ‘till a realization came to her mind, causing her to remain silent for a few moments, Caviar took notice of it, “something wrong? You went silent,” Caviar asked, tilting his head to the side, returning her to her senses, to take a long deep breath in and exhaled saying, “yes, i’m fine, now tell me, what did this “siren” look like?” she asked before thinking, “this can't be the same one, right?”, “ i description, well, dough was a sea gray, long white curly, hair, tail and upper body was black as the night with a crystal clear dress which was connected to a white sea shell on her chest, had black gloves on with what looks like bat wings on each glove, she had a fin-like tiara, had black gem on her forehead, her eyes were light blue with black slitted pupils, and she was holding a fancy looking trident,” he explained, confirming Oyster’s fears, “hmmmm, i see,” she said, “so this siren was responsible for all the disappearances?”, “ain’t nothing but total honesty, saw her right before my own eyes,” he replied, leaving Oyster deep in thought, “so yeah, she was gonna crush us to crumbs but my friend found a way for us to escape and that leaves us here, so if that’s all you wanted to hear then- are you even listening?” the captain said, leading Oyster to look at him and get up from her seat, “yes yes, i was listening, just deep in thought is all,” she said, “anyway, i got what i needed, this information will prove useful to my sailors if they ever off for trading, that’s all i needed to know, you can leave now,” she gestured him to the door, “again, next time, if you want something done, just do it yourself,” he said, walking towards the door, but before he went through the door, he turned his head to Oyster, “one more thing before i leave, while i was in that graveyard of ships, i took notice to some ships in particular,” he said, giving Caviar a stern stare, “...and why does it concern me?” she asked, wondering what he was getting at, “well, i’m not sure if i should tell you but i’ll say it so i can have your input, most of the ships i saw looked like the ones from your family, not the same but similar, and there is one that looked somewhat intact, i pointed out to that siren about the possibility that left her on a bad note, which pissed her off, and it got me thinking on my way back, do you know anything about that?” he asked, leading Oyster to go silent and frown, “why the silence? Did I trigger something?”, “Caviar, i would advise you to leave, I have more important things to do than answer that question, whatever you saw, it’s none of your concern, now if you’ll excuse me, i have more important things to do, i bid you adieu,” she said, dodging the question, seeing this, Caviar decided not to argue with her and left the manor, Leaving Oyster to her own thoughts.

Hours later

Oyster was by the window in the night in her room, she can hear the Salty Sharks celebrating not only their captain’s safe return but also welcoming their new member to their crew, they were very loud, but that’s a given, she sat by the window sipping her tea, she seemed restless, not from the loud celebration going on at the harbor, but from what Captain Caviar said to her, it didn’t leave her mind, “*sigh*, so, she’s the one responsible for all those disappearances that have been happening lately. To think she’s still out there somewhere, and she became this was all because my ancestor gave into the feeling of greed and power, abandoning her, leading her to fall deep into despair,” she sighed and got up from her seat and stood in front of the window, staring at the night sky, she looked at the stars in the sky then to the abyss black Pearl on a pedestal in her room, “i now know she’s out there, i now know she was responsible for what happened, one of these days, i’m gonna find her, and make things right on my ancestor’s behalf,” she walked over and picked up the pearl from the pedestal and went back to the window, “beautiful mermaid, one day, when I find you, i will do what I can to make things right, soon I will, I will make sure of it,” she said within her thoughts, holding the pearl close to her chest.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #legend of the duskgloom sea #captain caviar cookie #oyster cookie #black pearl islands #black pearl cookie

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norixa · 1 year

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Special Knife

Summary: A little knife throwing and training... and a little conversation with Caveira about your knife.

It was a warm spring morning and surprisingly, only a few other operator's were up. You were an early bird, always up at least an hour before most of the operator's. Sam was the one who brought your existence to your boss, Taina "Caveira" Pereira. The two of you got along fairly well most of the time. You would voice your concerns or opinions respectfully and do the most that you could. However, there has been a new operation on the horizon and you are not at all looking forward to it. Not even speaking a word of it or about it. You don't make any comments like you normally would.

You set up some sand bags, some hanging and others on the floor. You knew for a fact that you would need to be precise with your aim for this operation. In all honesty, you were very nervous on the inside but your never showed it on the outside. You never liked talking about your past to anyone, and for good reason. Your file even kept most of your life and what family you were born in because of your past. Now, you've never done anything wrong, illegal, but the rest of your family sure did.

During your school years, you would hear people whispering about you and your family. It drove you mad, but you learned to block it out. Following you through life was anger issues. You would often lash out but not at people. Whenever you are down at the range or practicing your knife abilities, you would let your anger flare free. Sometimes in the ring but not enough to say so. God help whoever is unfortunate enough to be your punching bag whenever that does happen.

On this particular morning, you had a lot of anger built up. The poor sand bags got destroyed as you slashed and stabbed. Sweat ran down your face, lips slightly parted as you panted. One slash after another, one stab after another. With each stab and slash, you were cutting deeper.

"What's got you pissed off?"

You stopped dead in your tracks and whipped around to see Cav leaning on the doorframe. She had a smile on her face with her arms crossed.

"I would have thought you would have know by now. I tend to get aggressive and angry with my training, especially by myself." You panted.

"Oh, I've noticed. I've just never seen you get this worked up. Something on your mind?"

You didn't want to tell her the true reason why you were so worked up. So, you decided to tell her a small part of it. "My throwing aim is going to be important. I don't want to mess up, especially on an operation like this."

Cav stared at you, looking for anything that would give away more than what you were leading on. Her eye's then landed on your knife. It wasn't a combat knife than what you normally use.

"New knife?" Cav asked.

Your eyes darted to the knife in your hands. It looks like a standard model of a combat knife. The only huge difference was the flowers and vines that's been engraved onto the blade itself as a design, leading all the way up to the handle.

"No." You spoke quietly. "I've always had this knife. It was given to me." You started to feel uncomfortable. This could lead down the path of your story, something that you aren't interested in doing.

"Do you plan on using this one particular knife for this operation?" Cav asked, walking next to you.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" You asked with a slight head tilt.

"Not at all." Cav said, "Feel up for explaining why?" You had a strong feeling that this would happen. The can of wroms were starting to get peeled open, ever so slowly. You knew this game.

"Not particularly, no." You said turning your back to Cav. You cleaned up the mess and placed fresh sand bags into new spots. You felt Cav's eyes on you the entire time. She was still trying to find out what more you hid. To be honest, you expected that. Cav wasn't given your full file, she was given your heavily Redacted file. Again, your life story was cut from that file.

You did your knife throwing first, mostly hitting the center of the red circle. This did frustrate you slightly. You did have a few more days to get damn near perfect hits every time. You took out your knife and started to stab and slash. Cav watched the way you moved swiftly between targets and how quick you were to kill. She observed you and quickly realized that this operation ment more to you than what you let on.

Before you could slash at the last hanging bag, Cav's hand gripped your wrist. You flicked your eyes to be met with her intense stare.

"What is-"

"What's the real reason you are taking the knife?" Cav interrupted.

"I already told you why."

"No you didn't." Cav said flat out. "I've been watching you. You've been trying way more harder than ever. I've never seen you act this way before. This clearly means more to you than what you let on."

Your right eye slightly twitched. A subtle hint that didn't go unnoticed by Cav. She then gave you a look and you knew that she knew that you were hiding something. You sighed in defeat. There is nothing that you can hide forever from Caveira. Rainbow's scariest operator.

"I hate talking about this." You shook your head. "This wasn't in the file you were given and for good reason. My father... My father was a Crime Lord and from a young age I was showed the horrible things of life."

Cav let go of your wrist and held your hand gently as you told your story. "I have mad respect for my father but I never had the same desire to do his job. It was quite the opposite and he didn't stop me." You lifted up your hand with the knife tightly in your grip. "This was my father's knife. He was murdered when I was in my early teens and he gifted me his knife. I've kept this ever since."

"Why hide this part of your life in your file?" Cav asked.

"Why?" You scoffed. "The amount of whispering behind my back at school and the bullying I endured is what made me decided that." You took a few deep breaths. You were getting worked up and you knew you would end up lashing out. "This operation we are about to do is connected to my father and his work and I want them to know that I'm the one they need to worry about. That I may be his daughter and that I haven't forgotten."

You gripped the knife harder. "Besides," You spoke softy. "My father taught me how to use a knife. He taught me the skills I know and if it wasn't for his teachings, I wouldn't be here today."

You looked Cav right in the eyes, never looking away. What you saw was a look of sympathy. Cav was a trouble child as well and completely understood you. Maybe not to that level, but she understood. "Well then," Cav said with a smile and hand on your shoulder. "Let's get trained shall we?"

"Together?"

Cav nodded. "Yeah, together. Believe me, I understand to a fair decent extent of what you went through. But most importantly, the motivate behind it. You respected your father, he was murdered and you get the opportunity to finally put yourself to rest. Leave it all behind. Correct?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little. "I hate that you can read people."

"You, my dear, were very hard to read. Until now that is. I do appreciate you opening up. It's what makes us working as a team stronger."

You tilted your head slightly. You knew that Cav would watch people like hawks. However, to hear that she couldn't read you for the longest time, it made part of you happy. You were unable to be read by Taina Pereira, one of Rainbow's most terrifying operator's. One of the best interrogators. For someone who was a master interrogator, you expected to get read like a book. So, yeah, your pride did swell.

"Don't expect me to let that go. Not even the scary Taina "Caveira" Pereira could read me." You said playfully.

Cav scoffed. "Spread anything about this, and I will make sure your training will be hell."

It was a playful threat that did have some serious consequences. Without saying a word, you motioned that your lips are sealed. With that now established, Cav had a smile smile on her lips.

"Well, let's finish this training set up you've got here and then head to breakfast. After that, we'll continue training, my way."

"Your way?" You questioned.

"Yep. My way."

"Will it be challenging?"

"Depends on how confident you are at going against me." Cav said with smirk.

Now that was a challenge that you wouldn't dare refuse.

"You're on Pereira."

With that, the pair of you finished off the last remaining sand bags with Cav giving you tips and pointers. At breakfast there was a part of you that felt alive, excited. This side of you has been so dull, dead, but Cav ignited the sparks. As you silently ate your meal, a grin on your face spread as thoughts of training entertained your mind.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six #r6s #r6s x reader #caveira #taina pereira

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sshewonders · 2 years

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ACROSS THE STARS (05/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

summary: you get and build your own lightsaber. however, it has an unusual color. then, Qui-gon brings another kid the same your age named Anakin Skywalker.

warning: fluff, and the council.

a/n: i genuinely think that you all are gonna like anakin and y/n's relationship so here it is.

word count: 3.1k

(gif not mine but anakin is)

Yeah, you couldn't remember the last time you ran too fast. Pushing your arms back and forth, you jetted to your destination, jumping over small holes, dodging the rocks that had started to fall. You legs were tired and the dusty wind was just torturing your eyes. Then, you saw. At the end of the tunnel, there stood Master Plo Koon and he ran towards you then immediately swooped you in his arms, running as fast as his feet could carry him. And oh, thank the maker you two had made it in time as the gates of the cav closed.

“Are you all right, Y/N?” Cassius asked worriedly as Plo Koon put you down, gently.

“Yeah, I think.” You answered, shrugging. You took a notice at his cheeks, they were red too as though he had just finished crying, like you.

“Did you see something?” he asked as you, your créchemates and the two Jedi Masters walked back to the ship.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“What was it?”

You looked at him, then back to the snowy ground. “Something I'd like to avoid,” you mumbled underneath your breath then looked back at Cassius again, “What about you? What did you see?”

You saw how sadness took over his young face. “I didn't see anything but rather heard,” Cassius said, “My mum's voice. She was calling me and all I could do was to listen as she begged for me.”

Soon after you all boarded the ship, Master Yoda greeted each of you with a proud smile. “Done well, you all have!” then, his attention turned to you then back to everyone who had gone quiet, all cheeks strained with tears the same as yours. “Hard time seeking your crystal, I assume some of you had, hmm?” Yoda questioned but no one answered.

Kit Fisto, Yoda, Shaak Ti and Plo Koon looked worriedly at each other. “How about you all go rest as we go back to the temple?” Shaak Ti suggested with a smile.

After arriving at the Temple, you and your créchemates gathered alongside with the four Jedi Masters in one of the training room. You sat on the ground, legs crossed, as Cassius sat down beside you. The hilt of your lightsaber sat in front of you.

You had done well your hilt as Quinlan himself had helped you assemble it. It was based on the simple design of Obi-Wan's lightsaber. The length of the hilt was about twenty five centimeters and the material of the hilt was made of silver alloy metal.

One by one, each of your créchemates inserted their kyber crystal onto their lightsaber hilts. You, on the other hand, swallowed nervously. You looked at Plo Koon, anxiously and he got the message. He motioned for you to stand up and you did, confusing your other créchemates. You stood beside him and he turned you around, your and his back faced the three Jedi Masters and your créchemates.

“What's wrong, Y/N?” asked Plo Koon, quietly.

Shuddering, you reached out in your pocket and pulled a small blue ragged cloth that was folded into its half and opened it on your palm. Plo Koon let out a small gasp, alarming the other Jedi Masters in the room, your créchemates, however, was busy putting their kyber crystal onto the hilts of their lightsaber.

“Go on,” said Shaak Ti to the younglings.

Master Yoda approached you with a hum, looking down at your opened palm. “Young one, certain that these two kyber crystal called you are you, hmm?”

“Yes, Master. I am certain,” you answered, anxiously.

Kit Fisto gave you a smile, showing his teeth. “It's alright, young one. You're gonna be fine,” he reassured you, “You can build a dual-phase lightsaber. It's a lightsaber that contained two or more kyber crystals.”

Sighing, you shook your head slowly. “I...I don't think I can do that, Master Kit.”

“Why?” Kit Fisto asked.

You looked down at your hand. “Because, these crystals are fighting over me. They wanted me to pick one, then after, destroy the other one.”

Kit Fisto, Plo Koon and Master Yoda looked at each other in concern.

“Well, which crystal called your first, Y/N?” Plo Koon asked.

“Both, Master,” you answered, looking at the three with an anxious look. “They called me at the same time.”

You watched as Master Yoda closed his eyes with a hum, then opened it before looking at you. “Hrrmmm. A great disturbance in the force in one of the crystals I sense. Yes, hrrrm.”

“Destroy one of them, I must?” you said, copying Yoda's way of speaking. Yoda, however, did not find it funny and you sheepishly smile. “Just trying to defuse the tension.” Kit laughed but when Yoda looked at him, he tried to cover it with a cough. Then, Plo Koon just shook his head.

“Yes, you must destroy one of them, Initiate Y/N.” Plo Koon said seriously.

“But how?” you asked, “What are the odds that if I destroy the one, what'll happen to the other one?” The three Jedi Masters didn't answer you. “Screw this.”

Annoyed, you closed your eyes and focused on the force around you. The right crystal, glowing white as snow, made you feel like . . . . you. The left crystal, however, did not make you feel like yourself. It felt as though it was forcing you act like . . . . another person. Then, you finally made the decision.

We are all making choices and taking decisions in our daily life; however, good ones lead us on the right path while the the bad ones bring us the opposite, or in the middle of nowhere. We make hundreds of decisions in our day to day lives. But think back to the last time you chose to do the right thing. Was it that the force, your conscience, or common sense nagging? Out of all choices we make, how often do we choose the right choice? The act of choosing the right or wrong thing depends on that one particular moment just before making the choice.

Standing before the Jedi High Council, you and your créchemates tightly held your now build lightsabers and is now ready to be ignited. You felt everything inside the council chambers. There were anxious, excited and doubt. Fear, however, you couldn't feel. Because, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering. But in the very deep part of your mind, you have that fear. Fear that you had made the wrong choice and fear that it would lead you to suffering. A brilliant Jedi told you once: ‘Failure makes us far more interesting, Y/N, because we learn more from failure than success.’ Yes, Qui-gon's big words had taught you well enough to trust yourself but the problem is, you don't want to be successful when you make a choice; you just wanted to know what will happen next and who would it affect.

“You can all light them,” Mace Windu said loudly.

In unison, all of the younglings -- including you -- ignited their lightsabers. The room was then suddenly filled by the lights of each blade: mostly were blue, green and....hold on, yellow? Did you choose the wrong kyber crystal? Did you do anything wrong? Doubts suddenly filled your mind as anxiety slowly creeped onto you.

“That's.... that's a wonderful lightsaber you've got there, Initiate Y/N.” Windu mused with wide eyes as well as the rest of the council, looking at your lightsaber in surprise.

Mumblings, mutterings and whispers started up but to their dismay, Kit Fisto rose from his seat. “Now, now, let us all go train with your new built sabers, younglings.” Groans took over as he lead the group of younglings outside the Jedi High Council chamber. Cassius with his new blue lightsaber, gave you a reassuring smile before he went to his way.

“What say you, Master Yoda?” Windu asked, looking at the green Master Jedi.

Yoda hummed and closed his eyes. “Choose the wrong kyber crystal you did not, young one. Doubt yourself, do not,” he said in a warning tone before pointing a finger at you, “Do not.”

With your eyebrows furrowed, you looked down at your lightsaber. “I...I think I've might chosen the wrong one, Masters and doubting myself is the only thing I can do as of right now.” Oh kriff, you did not mean to make your tone a bit harsh.

The council looked at each other in concern. Mace Windu, on other hand, quirked an eyebrow before he glared at you. “Careful with your tone, Initiate Y/N. I sense fear rising in you,” he warned.

“Pardon me,Master,” you sneered and glared at Windu, “If you were in my position, will you not be scared?”

Yoda hummed and closed his eyes. This master is so weird. “Fear is the path to the dark side … fear leads to anger … anger leads to hate … hate leads to suf-”

You interrupted Yoda, stomping your one foot and glared at him. “I know where it leads!” You bellowed, then with voice softening as they looked at you in hatred, “It's just...I thought I was going to have blue...o-or green.”

Plo Koon was the only one who didn't look at you in the way the council did. He, on the other hand, held a look on his face that would certainly lighten up someone in their darkest times. “Young one, may I ask you: what is the reason you're here?”

You deadpanned at him. “I honestly don't know why when all of my créchemates are already practicing with their lightsabers.”

Ignoring your reply, Plo sighed and leaned back to his chair. “Y/N, you're here to learn. And we, as your Masters, are here to teach you,” he said softly as the rest of the council nodded in agreement, “We are here for you, to help you. And by the light, please let us.”

Two days later, you found yourself running across the hallways of the Temple. You ran pass Cassius who waved at you but you could careless about him. You were about to turn left when you had spotted Master Plo, probably on his way as well, and you ran towards him. Nearly tripping over nothing, you then clasped onto his robes for life.

“Ow,” Master Plo groaned and saw you standing in front of him, with your arms crossed over your chest and with a small pout on your lip then with a furrowed eyebrows. “What's the matter, young one?”

Scoffing, you said, “You swore that you'll tell me once Qui-gon and Obi-Wan comes back! But I was the one who found out about it!”

“Forgive me, young one,” he said softly, “I was on my way to tell you but I was needed in the council, an emergency they said.”

“I'm certain that the "emergency”,” you said as you emphasized the word, “Is about Qui-gon. Now, let's go!” you said before running away.

Shaking his head, Master Plo ran after you while muttering: “I'm too old for this. I'm too old for this.”

In the High Jedi Council chamber, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Anakin Skywalker stood before the Council of eleven. Master Plo Koon was not in his seat. Clustered together at the center of the speaker's platform, they faced the circle of chairs in which the members of the Council were seated. Outside, the light was pale and wan as twilight replaced sunset, and night began its slow descent across the city.

Then, you entered the room, startling all of them. Master Plo, behind you, felt a little embarrassment but masked it when he walked towards his seat and sat.

With a bright smile, Qui-gon opened his arms, thinking that you were running towards him but his smile soon faltered when you ran pass him. He blinked once, then twice.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened as he groaned at the impact of you, lunging towards him then wrapped both of your arms on his waist, head resting on his stomach.

“Hello, there, Obi,” you greeted quietly, looking up at him.

With a chuckle and a bright smile, Obi-Wan looked down at you. “Hello there, my little rebel.” He then poked your nose once, “Boop.”

You were about to reach out to his nose, but then a pair of strong arms pulled you away from Obi-Wan. When you looked up, Qui-gon gave you a sad smile and made you stand up in his right side. Looking sad at Obi-Wan, you bumped into someone....

“Oh, gee, sorry about that,” a small voice of a boy caught your attention. When you turned to your side, a boy in your age with a blonde hair, light skin and a beautiful blue eyes stood there, sheepishly smiling at you. He was dressed in a...rather ragged tunic while you were dressed up in a clean, youngling's tunic. He outstretched his hand and said, “Hi, I'm Anakin Skywalker.”

Reluctantly, you shook his hand slowly as you tilted your head. “Hi, Anakin, I'm Y/N.”

Mace Windu loudly cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention and breaking your gaze from Anakin. You looked at Master Windu and he was holding a small datapad. Anakin hesitantly took a step forward, then, Master Yoda drew his attention towards you.

“Wait outside the chambers, you will, young one,” he ordered.

Your eyes grew wide and looked at Qui-gon with a pleading eyes, he nodded his head with a sad smile playing on his lips and when you looked at Obi-Wan, he gave you the same thing: though his face was clouded with both confusion and... determination?

Sighing, you looked at Anakin and gave him a warm smile when he turned around before you left the room, closing the doors behind you.

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Hey, do you by any chance have thoughts or feelings about Palamedes Sextus and/or Camilla Hect?

BOY DO I EVER [blanket warning for ntn spoilers]

where do i even START

fictional librarians/archivists/secretaries any sort of information professional are my FAVE thing, the brain is like 'oh shit that's me!' my undervalued work that im so passionate abt!!! so ofc sixth house was immediately my fave even before we knew anything about them

and then we met them properly and im just??? these serious dedicated nerds but who are also so witty and fun and just?? i love them yr honour???

the CODEPENDENCY OF IT ALL. is it perhaps...unhealthy... maybe.... but the absolute inseperable-ness of 'cam-and-pal'

on that note. like their relationship is very much a both/and. bear with me as i go on a tangent here for a sec. christianity is a both/and religion. jesus is both man and divine. god is both male and female [and neither], humans are both body and soul. etc etc etc. im obsessed with this. the cav-necro relationship is a both/and. the 'one flesh one end' is clearly a play on christian wedding tradition and 'the two become one flesh' etc etc etc whether or not the cav-necro dynamic is romantic or not. but cam and pal dont just leave it there. they love each other so much. they are SO interconnected that they surpass the joining of the flesh and join souls. they do what is deemed impossible and merge fully into paul. they are inseperable in every single way now and for forever.

like i was melancholic and weird and Romantic even as a kid and one of those things abt christianity that always bothered me was the 'til death do us part' thing. like. well. what if i dont WANT death to part us? the whole gospel bit about a widow marring her BIL, then who's wife is she in heaven and jesus is like oh we'll be like angels and there'll be no taking of spouses. like OBVS that is lowkey vague and no one really knows what that'll mean after death, and it doesn't preclude reunion with loved ones after death. but my dumb sensitive ass is out here like. nah. nah. i am COMMITTED, i am ride AND die bitches. mutual commitment for eternity or dont bother. so, personally, selfishly, paul being the impossible merging of souls just. does Smthn To Me*

THAT BEING SAID. paul is also a tragedy masked as a triumph and a triumph masked as a tragedy. the two become one but also, the two become one and one is the loneliest. when they were an imperfect lyctor body sharing in the first part of ntn it was sad because they could never talk to each other again, never see each other smile, things would never be the same. and that's somewhat very briefly alleviated when pal is puppeting naberius, but that was never a tenable long term solution. and so paul is born. and is a triumph because they've done what is necromantically impossible and theyve both survived and are able to go on. but it's a tragedy because theyve both also died. there is no more cam-and-pal, pal-and-cam. they're together forever as paul, but they're also, in a way, separate forever. they'll still never see each others smiles, or share a joke, or what have you. im never ever going to be over this and i think abt them Every Day and it Hurts

speaking of paul. t muir is specifically out here killing me bc one of paul's most famous verses, esp in the context of relationships, is 1 corinthians 13 and everyone always quotes the whole 'love is patient love is kind' at weddings (COMPLETELY out of context bc it's not abt romance, but i digress). but the BEST PART of that chapter is hands down "For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known". which like. personally. my fave verse. it's also EXTREMELY cam and pal. and it's also EXTREMELY sixth house in general

speaking of sixth house in general, truth over solace in lies is my FAVOURITE house motto. for many reasons, some of which are related to the above, but also because for years and years now my whole thing, my reason for existing, and surviving and keeping going has been 'the shire is saved but not for me'. it's the idea of duty and obligation over all else. its the fact that i must wake up every day and choose Goodness even if it never chooses me back. it's that i have to devote my life to serving this ideal of The Good, no matter the personal cost, and regardless of whether i have any hope of redemption for myself, any hope of reward at the end. i must choose The Good even if i get absolutely nothing in return. it is worth it for it's own sake. even when it is difficult, and solace in the lies of comfort would be so much easier. it's about BurdensTM chosen with eyes wide open and devotion to causes that maybe are doomed from the start but you choose them anyway. it's about abstract ideals over personal comfort and feelings, no matter how strong those feelings may be. i can't say more on this. it means too much. but it's a string than runs through everything that is important to me

OK IM GONNA STOP IM SO SO SORRY HERE'S SOME SIXTH HOUSE RAMBLES BC I LOVE THEM

*yes ye caveats abt theology and how im so single so what do i know about how marriage really works and also this is the lesbian space necromancer book and not a source of divine inspiration but also. im right

#UHHHH #long post #IM SO SORRY #ntn spoilers #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #tlt paul

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