#very good indeed mmhm mmhm

[eratolasting]

Glory (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You have a penchant for spending many days a week on your knees.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, oral (m recieving), dirty talk, name calling (slut), praise kink, unprotected sex, insinuated prostitution.

Beta Reader(s): @syddsatyrn @lancaerielcotume @hellfiremunsonn

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

This wasn't the first time you'd done this. At this point, you didn't know if it was for the money, the pleasure, or the pain. It didn't matter, though. You knew it wouldn't be your last time either. You enjoyed it way too much to stop, even with the risks that came with it.

You looked around you, making sure no one was paying attention to you, before sneaking into the dingy men's bathroom you frequented. How you found this was an accident altogether when one day you had to pee so bad that you didn't check the sign on the door and ran inside. The urinals weren't proof enough to you at that moment, but the moment you hovered over the toilet to release your bladder you'd noticed it. 

A round circle cut into the stall wall, complete with sharpie arrows pointing to it. Vulgar words and sayings surrounded it, slut hole and cum here and various other things that pointed to the fact that it was, indeed, a glory hole. 

You’d never seen one before. You’d heard of them before, in passing; but you never expected to actually see one. In that moment, your insides went hot and you felt a tingling between your thighs. The thoughts that ran through your head were a far cry from the bible verses that were also marked onto the wall. 

That was your first time. Your first experience; and you hadn’t been expecting to be paid for it. Hey, you weren’t complaining though. You never were. It seemed, too, that your little glory hole had been gaining traction. You saw more and more customers throughout your time there, people telling you they’d been around earlier to try and catch you there. 

You weren’t here every day, as much as you’d like to be. Having cock in your mouth was your favorite thing ever, and for the most part everyone was fairly clean. You couldn’t complain. You’d only turned away two people so far, for uncleanliness. At least you had control over the situation. 

You settled into your stall, placing a blanket on the floor for your knees and got comfortable, waiting. Your eyes scanned over the sharpie marks on the walls, seeing if there was anything new. A new phone number had appeared since the last time you were here. You turned your attention to the book you brought. Some days you had to wait an hour or so for someone to show up looking for your services.

Other days, they were there right after you. People coming and going in the public bathroom was not uncommon. Even if it was kind of gross, hearing men relieve themselves next to you. 

The door opened and closed, and you heard heavy footsteps and the soft jingling of a chain. You knew who this was. Your mouth watered already, and you shut your book, placing it down next to you. The stall opened and closed. You heard the lock fall into place.

“You there, sweetheart?” He asked. You could see his jeans through the hole in the wall. The hole you made bigger for him after the first time he tried and couldn’t fit through. Oh yeah. He was worth it.

“Mmhm.” You responded. Even with regulars, you were a little careful of how much you spoke -- lest it be someone you knew in your real life. Which would be very weird to think about, but whatever. 

“Good, good. Been thinkin’ about your pretty mouth all week. At some point you’re gonna have to give in and let me have your number.” 

You laughed a little at that. He’d asked before. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do that kind of thing for anyone, but for him? You had considered it. Even if you didn’t know what he really looked like. All you knew was that his voice was sexy, and his cock was perfect. 

Someone with a perfect cock was hard to come by. Extremely hard. So you found yourself considering it every time he came by and asked. 

“Wanna take you on a date. Show you that you’re worth more than this.” He’d said to you once. You didn’t know how to respond, so you just waited for him to change the subject. Still, he came back to see you -- at least once a week. Not that you were complaining. Never. 

His belt buckle jingled as he shoved his pants down, and you don’t know how you missed him undoing his belt; but you couldn’t complain. The thought of his cock in your mouth was like heaven to you. You wet your lips and scooted closer to the hole, waiting on bated breath for it to come through.

“Ready for me?” He asked, his voice a little breathy. You could see his hand jerking over himself through the hole. The rings on his fingers always got you going, and you wished to feel them inside you.

“Yes,” You responded, swallowing back excess saliva that threatened to drip from the corner of your lips. You brushed your hair back and leaned in as his cock slid through the hole, hard and ready for you.

You brushed your lips against the tip, collecting a pearl of precum with your tongue. You made a soft noise in response, lifting a hand to wrap your fingers around him. You gave him a good few strokes, earning a groan in response as your lips wrapped around his head. 

“Good girl… good fuckin’ girl.” His cock twitched in your hand as your tongue laved over the tip. “Fuck, so fuckin’ good.” 

You could imagine him on the other side. Some hot metalhead with his head tossed back, his hands pressed against the wall, fingers itching to bury into your hair. 

But you didn’t know what he looked like. His hair had to be dark, that was as much as you knew. You assumed so, anyways, from how dark his pubes were. Not that it mattered. He could be ugly as fuck on the other side of this wall and it wouldn’t matter to you. He definitely had an interesting personality, coupled with his voice and his cock? You had dreams about this mystery man more often than you’d like to admit. 

You bobbed your head down his length, taking more of him into your mouth until your nose squished against the wall. Your mouth was opened wide for him, and you wished there wasn’t a wall between you so you could manage to fit all of him in. But there was a good inch and a half that the wall kept you from getting, unfortunately. Your tongue pressed against the bottom of his thick cock as you hollowed your cheeks. 

Your mouth made unholy noises as you bobbed your head on him. You let your eyes shut, moaning softly to yourself as you reached down between your legs to press your fingers against your cunt. You slowly rubbed yourself through your jeans, knowing you could easily get off to him. 

“Such a good girl, takin’ my cock like this… so dirty. You like it, don’t you? Bet you’re fuckin’ wet for me. Wish I could taste that cunt. Bet it’s so sweet.” He groaned, and you could hear his rings tap against the wall. 

You moaned around him. He was so fucking hot. His dirty talk? Fuck. You paused your movements to unbutton your jeans and shove your hand down your pants. “I heard that… Such a little slut, bet you’re dripping wet for me already.” He chuckled lowly.

You moaned and began bobbing your head again, your eyes closing as you rubbed your clit in time with each slide of your lips over his cock. 

“Bet you got such a tight little pussy for me. Been dreamin’ about it.” He sighed, his cock twitching in your mouth again. “Been thinkin’ about how fuckin’ wet you sound when you touch yourself to this. I get off to it every day. You drive me crazy.” 

He never shut up. You didn’t mind it. It always turned you on to hear him talk to you like that. 

“Fuck, so fuckin’ good for me…” He groaned and pulled back to thrust into your mouth. You sat still, now, letting him fuck your mouth through the hole in the wall. It was fucking dirty. You loved it. 

Drool dripped from your mouth as he fucked it, your moans growing louder as you shoved two fingers into yourself and curled them to find that spot inside you. Your palm rubbed against your clit as you adjusted yourself to let him fuck your mouth deeper.

“Shit,” He hissed. “Fuck, want you so bad.” 

You wanted him too. More than you’d ever wanted anyone before. Making your decision quickly, you slipped off of his cock and stood, shoving your pants and panties down to your ankles. You turned and bent at the waist, backing up slightly.

“You okay?” He asked, breathless. “Didn’t scare you o-” 

But your movement caused him to stop talking altogether as you pressed your pussy onto his cock. Slowly, you slipped back until your ass hit the wall and you both shared a moan.

“Fuck… I was right, you are fuckin’ tight.” He hissed. 

You rolled your hips back against him, humming as he filled you up and stretched you wide. You didn’t think anything could ever make you feel so full, but here you were. 

“Sweet fuckin’...fuck.” He groaned. “Stay still, sweetheart.” He ordered.

You did. You sat still and whimpered as he pulled out, not wanting him to leave. But seconds later he was pressing back into you with a deep and long stroke. You moaned, biting your lip. You reached down to play with your clit while he fucked you, your fingers brushing over his cock.

“That’s it.. That’s my good girl. Keep doin’ that. Wanna feel you cream on my cock.” 

His words were so dirty it made you clench around him, earning a groan in return. 

You were warm and tingly all over as his cock filled you deeply and pressed into that spot inside of you that made your stomach clench and your toes curl. You hadn’t had sex sex in a long time. You’d been doing the oral thing exclusively for a while because you just…enjoyed it. But fuck you weren’t complaining about this. Not with the way he split you open and fucked your insides like it was the only thing he had to live for.

“Wish I could see your face. Bet it’s real pretty. Bet it’s even prettier when it’s red from my hand around your throat.” 

“Fuck-” You moaned, your fingers rubbing at your clit a little faster. “Good girl. Fuck, so fuckin’ good.” He groaned. 

You wished you could feel his breath on your neck, his hands on your body. You wanted him, him, not his cock through a wall. But this was what you got, for now. You didn’t think he would want you when he saw you. 

You doubted you were his type. 

“God, wanna put my hands all over you, play with your nipples… twist ‘em for me, baby?” He asked you. 

You obliged, a hand snaking up your shirt to squeeze your breast through your bra. You pulled your tit out of its cup and your fingers found your nipple, squeezing and twisting just like he asked. A high-pitched noise left your throat.

“That’s it..” he growled. “C’mon, baby… you’re doin’ so good.” 

You clenched around him again at the praise, your fingers working both your nipple and your clit as his cock pushed in and out of you at a steady pace. Fuck it was so good, you were overstimulated to a point. 

“C’mon, sweet girl. Wanna feel you cum for me.” He whispered. “Wanna feel your cunt milk my cock.” 

You clenched around him again and bit your lip roughly. You were starting to get close, the heat in your belly welling up. You panted softly, your knees bending a little to shift your body so he was pressing into that spot over and over and over again, making your eyes flutter.

“That’s it.” He groaned, “I can feel it, c’mon baby, you can do it.” 

You let out a strangled moan as your orgasm crested, the high making your grip on your breast tighten as your cunt clamped down on him and spasmed. 

A few seconds later he was pulling out of you and groaning. You heard the soft splattering of his cum as it hit the floor. You were almost disappointed he didn’t finish in you, but you definitely understood why he didn’t. 

Now that your brain was less fogged with sex, you were totally realizing that using a condom would’ve been a good idea too…

But at the moment, it seemed like a good idea. 

You grabbed some toilet paper to clean yourself up and pulled your jeans back up. You stood silently, pressing your forehead against the cool wall of the stall while you waited for him to say something.

He said nothing, however, and a wad of cash was pushed through the hole. You stared at it for a moment, before pushing it back. “I don’t want your money.” You told him, quietly. 

“No? It’s only a little more than normal, it’s no big deal.” He pushed it back through again. 

“No, this one was for me.” You tapped your finger against the wall and sighed. 

“...Can I get your number, then?” He asked as he retracted the money from the hole. 

You bit your cheek in thought, before moving from the wall and packing up your things. Slowly, you unlocked the stall and stepped out of it.

He followed you a few seconds later, his brown eyes landing on you. You didn’t know what you were expecting when you saw him, but you were pleasantly surprised. The long hair, the full lips, the dark eyes… yeah, he was fucking hot.

You swallowed. 

“Hi, gorgeous. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Eddie.”

. . . . . . . . . .

Tag list: @eddiemunsons-girl @spiderrrling @syddsatyrn @mayeddieandstevegf

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #smut

[jokertrap-ran]

Disney’s Twisted Wonderland: Magic Assault Practice Dire Crowley SSR 【Raven Jacket】 Chapter 2

“Greetings. Allow me to teach you the secrets of magic in this school.” *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut*

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Album Lines

⊱ ──── Cafeteria ──── ⊰

Crowley: Oh, dearie me. This morning could have gone better.

Crowley: But no matter how bad things get… it doesn’t matter once lunch hits! Lunchtime perks me right up!

Crowley: That’s attributed to the delicious food that our school provides, of course! What’s today’s recommended menu?

Ghost Chef: Greetings, Headmage. Today’s menu is the spectacularly filling meat pie stuffed with large chunks of beef!

Crowley: That sounds mouthwatering. I’ll have one of those, thank you very much.

⊱ ─────── ⊰

Crowley: Oh? Crowley and Vargas? Trein too!

Crowley: Are you all out for lunch as well? Mind if I join you?

Vargas: Of course not! Come, sit! It’s so crowded out here - I don’t think you can find another seat even if you wanted to.

Crewel: I was unable to find a seat as well, so here I am, reluctantly putting up with a nag.

Trein: If you don’t want to be nagged at, then I suggest you refrain from doing anything that would warrant one.

Trein: Oh…? You’ve also ordered the beef pie, Headmage?

Crowley: Indeed, I have. I do love meat.

Crowley: Not just beef, but even pork, chicken, and wild game if it comes down to it.

Trein: Wild game?

Crowley: Otherwise known as gibier, yes. Have you ever heard of it?

Vargas: Ohh, gibier! I had some once – venison. It’s so delicious that it really lifts your spirits~

Crowley: Not bad. You have good taste.

Crowley: There are other types of gibier as well. If you have the chance-

Sam: IN STOCK NOW!

Everyone yelps

Crowley: S-Sam-kun… please do not pop up behind us without warning like that!

Sam: Nyehehe. Everyone looked so happily immersed in the conversation that I couldn’t help myself.

Crewel: Sam? This is rare. You’re usually tending to the Mystery Shop around this time of the day, aren’t you?

Sam: The cafeteria ghosts have ordered some ingredients, so I’m simply here to do the delivery, see?

Sam: If you’re ever in the mood and seeking gibier of the rare sort, your humble man, Sam, is the right man for the job.

Sam: I can procure you any food that you fancy.

Crowley: As expected of someone of your caliber, Sam-kun. How reliable! However…

Crowley: I actually love other things other than meat. Vegetables, fruits, sweets, and the like! I love anything and everything so long as it’s not spicy!

Crewel: We’re aware. Your omnivorous tendencies have been quite infamous even in the past.

Crowley: Omnivorous… Couldn’t you express that in a classier manner?

Sam: …Oh? I just realized this, but everyone seems to have ordered different meals. Really goes to show your individual preferences.

Vargas: Taking muscle-building into consideration, I make it so that I consume protein-rich egg-based dishes during lunch!

Crewel: I personally love pies, so I was initially at a loss, but… well, not when it’s that size…

Crewel: While it may work in favor of the students, seeing as how they’re still growing, I’m sure it exceeds the recommended nutritional intake of adults.

Trein: Mmhm. I, too, decided on another meal after witnessing the actual size of the pie with my own eyes.

Trein: If I had such a heavy meal for lunch, it’d likely weigh down on me during the afternoon classes.

Crowley: Really? Shame. It’s such a delicious treat too~

Vargas: Oh, what an appetite you have! I won’t lose out either!

Trein: Oh, to be young and scarfing down such a hearty pie drenched in butter…

Crewel: I know, right? He really hasn’t changed one bit from his time back in my day.

Trein: I don’t think he’s ever changed since I started my tenure here at Night Raven College for that matter…

Crewel: Headmage…? Just how old are you? I want to know, but I also feel like maybe it’s best that I don’t…

Sam: Nyehehe. He’s certainly a man of many mysteries that serve to pique one’s curiosity, isn’t he?

Crowley: Ahh, yum! I’m so thankful for the past me who decided to hire the ghost chefs who used to work in a restaurant that had a five-star rating.

Crowly: And what a dramatic encounter it was when I met those ghost chefs.

Crowley: That was… Oh, wait. How many decades has it been now?

☪⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆ 𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 ☆⋅⋆ ────── ☪⋆

#twisted wonderland #twst translations #Dire Crowley #Night Raven College #translations #Disney #ツイステッドワンダーランド #ツイステ

[headless-horsepossum]

clothes can be donated, that sounds incredibly wasteful and pointless

Mmhm.

So here is the thing, anon. And I'm going to be honest, I think if you had thought about it for a little longer this might have been obvious, but let's be generous and pretend this is a good faith ask and youre not being obnoxious on purpose.

"clothes can be donated" is a true statement. "your uncle can donate clothes" is not a true statement, which is maybe why you phrased your ask the way you did. uncle matt also can't say, "hey, this fabric texture makes me uncomfortable, please donate these clothes."

here's what he can do: touch the clothes, and then stop touching the clothes, and rub his hands on something else, and then Move Away From The Clothes, or pick the clothes up and put them somewhere else, or hand them back to the person who gave them to him.

this is where the donation could happen! this is where this other person, who possesses the power to drive to the store and buy clothes, could say to themselves, "ah, matt doesn't like this, i should return it or donate it or wear it myself, or whatever." and if people Reliably Did This, then i would have had nothing to Make A Post About.

but the thing is, anon, and again i think if you had thought very hard before you sent this you might have realized this, is that People don't reliably do that. sometimes when uncle matt hands the clothes back to them, or puts them down and walks away and stims harder than he was before, or does any of the other things that are in his power to do that don't damage the clothes, the person who gave him the clothes hands them right back and tells him to put them on. and sometimes they do not let it go, because they think they know what's good for him, or they think it would be rude, or, indeed, Wasteful, to no wear the clothes. and then uncle matt's options are limited. because he does not have a lot of ways to make people listen to what he needs.

so he goes and he gets the scissors. because he can't make them be respectful or compassionate. but he can make it so that they cannot make him wear the thing.

and actually, anon, He Gets To Do That. He's Right. His Comfort Is More Important Than The Sweater Or Whatever. I don't know how to tell you this but the problem in this situation is not that the sweater could have gone to a charity shop. it is that allistic people are fucking pathologically bad listeners. and i'm so sorry to tell you this but uncle matt cannot fix that for them :/

for the record, he doesn't have to do this specific thing anymore, because his caregivers now take him to the store and let him pick out his own clothes. which is the correct solution to the problem, by the way. but allistic people don't always get to the solution right away, is the thing, anon. So sometimes you do have to help them. With Scissors.

#asked and answered #i'm not putting this in The Tag I Invoked Last Time lmao #this is a post about uncle matt #<-i guess i might as well make an uncle matt tag now eh #negative #<-tagging it like that because i know this answer is aggressive #but also because this ask is phrased in the most annoying way possible and i would not want to see it on my dash lmfao

[transingthoseformers]

I've considered Shockwave autistic, and seen convincing posts about why Soundwave and G1 Starscream are also autistic.

I want to write them as autistic, but despite being autistic myself i don't know how to write autism or come up with stims/traits without coming off like a checklist. I have the same problem with Perchance To Dream's OC protagonist Shaft.

But propably more importantly, all the continuities. Should their autisms be the same in all alternate universes, or should clearly different versions (especially the SG versions, canon SGs or SGs of random continuities) have different traits and stims?

(I don't even recognize my own stims and i must be misunderstanding what meltdown and shutdown are because i genuinely don't remember experiencing either, and don't seem to have any huge sensory issues at least not anymore as an adult, despite the fact i'm officially diagnosed)

I think you said somewhere that you're autistic? Any help? When i post questions on #actuallyautistic, i just get empty likes.

I am indeed autistic as well! Though I do have to say the way it was described to me was "barely autistic" so sorry if my descriptions of stuff aren't accurate

I'm not the best judge of writing characters as autistic on purpose (I've definitely done it before in hindsight) but now that I realize it I'm running into the checklist effect too and I'm starting to realize that's part of it lol

I feel like it would be different across continuity and Baseline v shattered glass, especially in regards to the three characters you mentioned above being quite different in SG than their baseline appearances.

So there's that damn list

So far what I've got:

For sensory issues, for me it's a "mmhm that's the Devil™️ now" thing and I'll avoid them like fuck. Maybe mecha question why Shockwave has to leave the room when That One Machine needs to be turned on, or Starscream never flies when it snows because it makes his plating seem to itch. If the character is forced to go, they will be incredibly uncomfy the entire time and even a bit after.

I have... So many bad memories of meltdowns. Everything's Too Fucking Much™️ and people treat you like a dick for little things pushing you over the edge. Especially in an environment as unforgiving as the decepticons.

I've talked about the bots stimming on this blog before but: I'm gonna ~science~ this out but it's probably a good idea to identify why said character is stimming. Are they excited? Are they upset? Are they trying to focus on something? Maybe it's clicking a pen, wiggling their finials, flicking their wings, hand flapping because I definitely do that a lot

Actually now that I realize it a lot of my posts during the second earthspark drop come off as me having been very overstimulated, I think I at that point accidentally overexcited myself into a panic attack lol (that happens)

A lot of their personalities do honestly come off as autistic so a great deal of the work is there

Barely related but apparently talking super loud is an autism thing??? And I used to get yelled at a LOT for that, so I'm either super quiet or super loud, and I say this because I feel like that's pretty g1 Starscreamcore or however you say it. Starscream's LOUD and a damn mood.

Also dunno if this is related but: you can totally say Soundwave uses loud music to try and drown out auditory sensory triggers because not only do I do that but because that's a thing I've heard of

#maccadam #transformers #this post took me a bit to write #g1 starscream #g1 soundwave #g1 shockwave #autism #actually autistic #riot rambles #but also mine is comorbid with a lot of other issues so they definitely blend together #i hope this is coherent

[bora-panda]

TWD Daryl Dixon Aroace

The Walking Dead Headcannon

Okay. I’ve had this headcannon for quite a while now and I can’t think of a better place than Tumblr to spew it out. 

I’ve been watching The Walking Dead for about a year now (I’ve almost finished season 10) And through the entirety of what i’ve watched I feel sooo strongly that Daryl is Aroace (or at least Aromantic)

He has never had a love interest despite him being a main character amongst many, most all of which have a love interest (or at least mention of one). Many people think he had a romantic relationship with Carol, Beth, and Connie (not all at once...) throughout the show. And you can see them however you want of course, but I never saw those as anything more than a very strong bond of unromantic love (similar to Daryl and Rick’s relationship). I feel like Aroace is such a hard concept for (non aroace) people to understand. Romantic love is shown in almost every single piece of media, and its forced so much into the spotlight, so many people don’t realize that non-romantic love is just as strong of love as romantic. The relationship Daryl has with Carol, Beth, and Connie throughout the show is such a unique thing to see in shows like this, where romance is forced so hard with every character to make things more interesting. But the fact that Daryl has multiple characters that we see him have a very strong bond with, and none of them are canonically said to be romantic, proves my headcannon further. 

Him and Connie are probably my favorite duo. And I was worried for a second that they would become romantic, but then I saw a scene that really solidified my aroace Daryl headcannon. S10:E6 (about 13 min in) Daryl and Carol are talking and Carol mentions Connie, asking if they’re anything special. Daryl replies “Nah, it’s not like that. Not at all” 

Not to mention that there are many canonically queer characters in TWD already. Obviously there could/should be more, but...as far as tv shows go I feel like they did a good job normalizing it within the series. For instance, Aaron has said on many occasions “the man I am in love with”, and there has never been a negative reaction from the characters to that.  Aroace is just such an unknown identity within the queer spectrum, so I feel like it wouldn’t ever happen canonically, purely cause they wouldn’t know it’s a thing.

I’m just sayin’ in a show where most every single character has a love interest or some sort of romantic thing, the fact that a main character that’s been there since the very beginning hasn’t showed even an interest in having one...in the span of 13 years since the beginning of the apocalypse, or even mention of one before then, sounds pretty aro to me.

Idk...I like it. He’s my blorbo and I love him. So I will indeed queer-ify him mmhm. If he ever gets a love interest I will...idk...not do anything I guess but I will be very very sad.

(ummm ok. Just found out he got a love interest.....but I stand by what I said, every BIT OF IT. Still a very valid headcannon. Like it makes so much sense, the creators are just cowards that probably don’t even know aroace is a thing. But if aroace was a more well known identity, I really feel like that is the path they would have taken with Daryl’s character. That is all :))

#The Walking Dead #the walking dead daryl #twd #twd daryl #twd headcannon #The Walking Dead Headcannon #TWD queer headcannon #twd queer #daryl aroace #Daryl Dixon #The Walking Dead queer #aroace #Aromantic #asexual #aromantic asexual #twd daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl dixon

[elliespurpleheart]

Baby, it's Christmas

Yoongi x OC

Christmas story

Summary: Being rejected by her family because of the child she gave birth to out of wedlock is tough to live through. Especially when the family plans a whole trip overseas for the Christmas holidays, leaving Jade and her kid to spend Christmas on their own. It should be a sad and lonely Christmas right?

That is until a certain Min Yoongi, Jade's long time best friend knocks on her door after cancelling all his holiday plans to spend it with her and the kid...

Little does she know the real reason behind it...

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Chapter 1

"Mama come see the snow!!!"the little kid cried in excitement, tugging on her mother's hand.

"Slow down sweetie slow down!"the young woman chuckled at her daughter's obvious excitement of the snow falling around them.

"There's snow EVERYWHERE!!"

Laughing amusedly, Jade shook her head and followed forward into the town indeed filled with snow and Christmas decorations, elves disguised people singing carols, shops displaying their best Christmas items.

The young woman shivered at the cold weather and the breeze piercing through her clothes but she still allowed the smile to grace her lips. She was one of these people particularly fond of the Christmas season.

It brought her an immense amount of joy and she felt her heart lighter at the idea of celebrating Christmas with her family who might finally agree to meet her daughter...

For now she was dragged through town by that lovely kid tugging on her hand constantly to show her the big snowman, the elves, the carol singing, and the christmas trees displayed all over the place.

"Mama, I want to see Santa!"the little girl demanded shyly all of a sudden, keeping her list tightly in her little fist.

Jade smiled and halted, crouching down to the level of the kid's face.

"My Bella, you'll see Santa on Christmas day I promise you that-"

"But I need to give him my list, or else he won't know what kind of presents I would like to have!"

For a five year old, Bella was pretty smart and quick to catch up on things.

"You know what? I'll call him and ask him to meet you before Christmas so you can give him that long list of yours. Sound good?"

With an amazed gasp, Bella opened wide eyes, letting out "You have Santa's number?!"

With a nod of the head, Jade smiled and fluffed her daughter's scarf up to her nose.

"All moms have it. It's like a super power you get when you become a mama."

"Really? So when I'm a mom I could call Santa whenever I want?"

"Mmhm"she hummed positively in response, chuckling at her daughter's excitement. "But for now, we're gonna get home and call Granny and Grandpa to plan Christmas together."

"Grandpa and Granny want to see me?! Yassss"

"It's not settled yet but they told me they would very like to celebrate Christmas with us. Isn't it great?"

"Mama it's the best Christmas ever!!!!"

"I knew you'd like it. Now come on, let's get you home-"

"Will uncle Yoongi be there?"Bella asked excitedly and Jade froze for a moment before sending her a tight smile with a shake of the head.

"No. Uncle Yoongi has plans for the holidays. He's going to meet his family and celebrate Christmas all together."

Pouting at that, Bella looked down.

"I want to see uncle Yoongi."

"I know, my pumpkin, me too but he's been planning these holidays for months so we'll just facetime on Christmas day okay?"

"Okay..."the little girl agreed, slightly dejected, proving the great affection she held for 'her uncle Yoongi' whom she cherished above everyone else in the world, excluding her mother.

"You know what? Why don't you bake cookies with Emily while I call Granny and Grandpa? How does that sound?

Emily was the nanny Jade paid to take care of her daughter when she had to work and she'd asked her to come over for the holidays.

"Awesome!!!"Bella grinned clapping her little hands together.

"Cookies it is then."Jade smiled standing back up and holding out her hand for Bella to take before they trotted through the snow back home.

Jade unlocked the door and they entered their big house, huffing at the cool air before taking off their coats and scarfs etc.

"Emily we're hoooooome!"Bella cried happily as said Emily, an older woman, stepped out of the kitchen and beamed at the pair.

Bella grinned once more and ran up to the woman "Mama said you would bake cookies with me while she calls Granny and Grandpa!"

Emily looked up sharing a glance with Jade who sent her a pleading look and the older woman smiled turning back to the little girl with an excited expression.

"Is that so? Well we should get started then!!!"she clapped her hands and Bella giggled holding up her hands to get picked up. Emily did exactly that, having trouble resisting the adorable five year old who stuck her thumb in her mouth, -an old habit, and hugged her tight.

"You should have seen the snow outside there was THIS MUCH!"she said throwing her arms to the side to show the quantity of snow.

"Noooo really?! Wowww"Emily gushed with a chuckle at the young girl's excitement before bringing her into the kitchen and closing the door and giving Jade her needed privacy.

The young woman sighed and dropped her bag on the couch before opening her laptop and sitting down, anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach.

She could only cross her fingers as she pressed 'video chat' with her parents.

A minute later the screen lit up and showed two older faces with frowns before turning into big smiles as they stared at Jade who smiled back.

"Hey it's our Jade!!"

"Hey Mom, hey Dad"she said with a smile.

"So how've you been?"

"Um great honestly, work has been a bit much, my boss is very demanding as you know-"

"Nothing you can't handle"her dad cut off and she swallowed, dejected at the lack of comprehension from her parents.

"Yeah..."

"Hey sis!!"a voice cried out in the screen and she beamed at her little brother, a seventeen year old boy that she adored.

"Hey Robby! How are you?"

"I'm great! Did Dad tell you about our holidays?"

Silence followed and she felt her anxiety melt away, hoping for the best as a small smile made its way to her lips.

"Um... no... Is it a surprise? Are you guys preparing something?"she asked trying to hide her excitement as an awkward silence followed she saw her dad glare at her brother, whispering.

"We haven't told her yet, get out Rob."

"Fine."Robby grumbled and waved at his sister before leaving the room.

Crossing her hands on her lap, Jade waited as her parents waited in awkward silence she thought was one of suspense for the surprise that she and Bella would spend Christmas with them.

"Jade, we wanted to tell you this in the best way possible-"

"Bella and I get to spend Christmas with y-"

Her dad rose a hand to stop her with a frown.

"Don't bring the bastard child into this, please. "

Jade's heart sunk and she felt a pang in her chest at the name calling regarding her precious child.

"Dad-"

"No, we actually have other plans, we're going to the Bahamas for Christmas. It was a trip me and your mom have been saving for some time for both you and Rob. So if you're willing to come, we'll be delighted."

"Me? As in Bella and me right?"

"I said don't bring the bastard child into this, Jade!"her father scolded.

"But you said last time you were okay with meeting her! She was so excited when I told her she could meet her grandparents I can't just-"

"Jade I trust you're old enough to understand-"her mother attempted.

"Understand what?!"Jade cut off, heart beating in her face, angry and hurt.

"That you still can't get over the fact that I have a kid?! That you refuse to meet her and call her horrendous names?! That you can't even pronounce her name out loud?! Your FIRST grandchild?! No I don't understand I refuse to understand! And you believe I want to spend the Christmas holidays with you?! Leaving Bella here?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"JADE!"her father's voice boomed and she barely flinched, gritting her teeth as her motherly instincts took over.

"What?"she replied coldly.

"That's enough. She's not our grandchild she's a bastard born out of wedlock, she's not part of the family. So either you're coming, only you, to the Bahamas with us, or you're spending Christmas on your own."

"Screw you Dad."she spat shaking with rage.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Screw the both of you! If you're not ready to accept Bella in this family then pretend I was never part of it in the first place!"she yelled.

"Jade-"

"Enjoy the Bahamas."she spat and closed her laptop with a raving sigh.

A few seconds ticked by until reality sank in and her face fell, tears welling up her eyes.

"Fuck..."she murmured and buried her face in her hands, hating her parents, hating this situation, all of it.

She'd been so excited when her parents told her they might wanna meet Bella. She'd felt over the moon about it.

And now all that happiness was flying out of the window. Her world was crashing around her and she could do nothing about it. She'd waited five years to give Bella the perfect Christmas with a loving family and all of it was ruined.

She could only imagine the pain Bella would be in when she'd hear that Christmas would he spent without her grandparents.

She cried in her hands, desperate and lonely, yearning for a shoulder to cry on, someone to hold her in these moments. But no, she was all alone. And she had a kid to take care of...

The doorbell rang and she flinched quickly wiping her tears and standing up to go open.

She pulled on the doorknob and it revealed a very familiar face. A face she'd wished never to see again, around four years ago.

"Mark?"

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From Trauma

Part Five of Love Blooms

Chapter CW: sexual assault. eplicit sex. public sex.  

Chapter word count: 8.8k

That morning I awoke to strong arms surrounding me, our naked bodies pressed sublimely together, conserving the heat, containing it between us. 

Bo’s face was nestled into the back of my neck, his breath tickling the gooseflesh into action. As my mind woke up to the world, I felt a pleased whirl of contentment settle in my stomach, radiate to my every extremity - closing my eyes I was transported to the night before - the way our bodies moved, the way his tongue flicked over me - I shuddered as I thought about the pleasures he coaxed from me, how he made my body feel wanted again - so utterly beguiled by the feeling.

I rolled over into him, threading my legs through his and savouring his warm embrace, he nuzzled into the top of my head as I sighed into his chest, our bodies fitting together like that of puzzle pieces, every crevice fitting just right.

“Morning” I whispered up at him, seeing his mouth stretch in an almighty yawn.

“Good morning indeed” Bo’s sleep fried voice tingled down my spine, made my nerves fizz as I beheld the reality of the gorgeous man in my bed. Naked, after a night of passionate lovemaking.

He thickly whispered “Fuck” and, using the fingers that still smelled vaguely of me, to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear “You’re so beautiful like this” he mused, biting his lip as his baby blues watched me, trailed along my every blink, every minuscule movement.

“You’re not too bad to look at, yourself, Bo” I smirked up at his face, seeing his eyebrow twitch at my insolence, and another thing, distinctly lower, nestled between us - twitched along with it.

“Mmhm” was his only response, as he pressed into me further, eliciting a mumbled groan from me, as I felt his hardness building between us, pressed against the aching spot between my legs, the place so thoroughly worn out from the night before.

But, I surprised myself that day, as I climbed atop him and rode out the morning, him buried within me, our desperate moans of pleasure as we completed, bodies slotting together so perfectly. The pained expression on his face as he lost himself in me, and I him, losing the very fabric of my being inside of him.

His hands found my breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling me further into my love for him - not only skin deep, but burrowing much further below the flesh, sinking into my far reaches - a place I had kept barren for so long.

As late winter bloomed into early spring, so did the fronds of our love blossom - earning it a place among the crystallised annals of my heart, softening the icy reserves I had once kept between my lungs.

My body and mind became a warm place to be once again, coupled with the burning desire was a intertwined kinship, a beauty to our movements, a mythos between every word that was said, something we had carved out for ourselves, in spite of everything.

I had forgotten this sublime level of comfort - of adoration, and was quite content to let it consume me entirely, that was until the first drops of concern started to flood my veins, bleeding indelible ink on the canvas of our lives together.

I awoke to the distinct sound of my sash window sliding open, the cool, early morning spring breeze drifted in, unsettling me from my slumber even further. The sharp tang of unease slid up my spine, as I heard another body enter the room.

“Wh-who’s there?” I whimpered, holding up the sheets to my body in defence, what paltry protection they could offer.

“Emily, it’s just me, honey” he whispered, sliding the window half shut and coming toward the bed.

“Bo, you could have come in through the door” I relaxed, hearing my beloved's whispers in the dark.

“Oh yes, I remember, now” he giggled, and the laughter rippled through me like a warm summer breeze, soothing my cold extremities. “I thought it was more romantic this way, you know, climbing up to my lover's window, saving her from the prison of her isolation” he was talking in riddles, ones my brain was too tired to decipher.

“Come to bed?” I whispered, moving to the other side of the bed and motioning for him in the darkness, the aching of my bones eager to be soothed by his sleeping presence.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, they found a wavering Bo, hand still on the wall where the window stood to steady himself.

“I would love to, darling, but I really don’t feel like sleeping, right now” he muttered, slurring his words slightly.

“Are you drunk, Bo?” I mumbled, pressing my palm into my face in sleepy exasperation - not quite sure what he was doing here.

“I…” he trailed off, stumbling slightly over his own feet as he ripped his own clothes off “I might’ve had a few draughts of Sir Oswald’s infamous mead, yes” he giggled, throwing a boot at the wall playfully.

“Here…” I leaned over and lit the gas lamp, “Let me help” - the light bloomed through the room and lit up a worse for wear Bo, crumpled on the floor in a heap.

“Oh, honey,” I climbed off the bed and helped a slightly limp and giggling Bo out of his clothes. I had barely got to his trousers when he huffed an impatient breath and pushed me against the bedroom wall.

“B-Bo, please” I played back, hoping it was just a friendly shove, but his fingers were like wild animals, pulling and tweaking and pressing at every inch of my skin that he could. Unease lit up my body, where I would oft pine for his hands on me, this time they felt tired, wrong, and insistent, reminding me of an altercation all too similar, many moons ago.

“God, you’re so pretty, baby” he muttered in my face, the hot stench of the honeyed mead left his lips and stained my nose with a horrid stench. I had not yet tired of his antics, my fists balling up against his chest, still sure that there was a glimmer of the man I loved beneath the veil of another night on the batter.

“T-thank you, but please, please stop, Bo” I asked again, his hands slipping underneath my nightgown while his ravenous lips attached themselves to my collarbone, still blindsided - yet my body betrayed me as I begun to soften between the legs, so well versed in the act of our love, I had started to dampen, against my will.

He looked up at me as he suckled at my neck, and I was struck with a fear I have never felt since. The darkness, it completely eclipsed his eyes - different from the times of our fervourant lovemaking, different from that split second before he spilled himself inside me, altogether different from anything I had seen before. Vacant, those blue eyes were, devoid of any and all love, feeling or thought, as he attempted to ravage me, I clung on to the hope that he would snap out of whatever trance he was in, come back to me, the man I loved. Because this was not him.

He pinned me to the wall, the cool brick chilling my skin and my bones, my hands pushing desperately against his now naked torso, trying to get him away from me.

His cool fingers that I usually ached to feel were snaking up my inner thigh, inches away from that desperate spot I so often wanted him to touch, to grace with his love, but nothing about this was loving. 

“P-please, don’t-don’t do this” I whimpered, using my last ounce of strength against him, but it wasn’t enough, nothing I could have done would be enough. His strength, while hampered by the dizzying effects of the drink, was still enough to best me and even my greatest attempts to overpower him.

I tried too hard to shrink into the wall, become one with the brick and the mortar and the paint, become something else distinctly not myself, because I could barely stand living in my skin for one second longer.

He huffed an angry sigh, even as I struggled beneath him, my movements still enough to enrage him “Why can’t you just stay still?!” he screamed at me, his fingers just on the precipice of breaching my folds.

As the echo of his words bounced around the room, a realisation trickled through him, he wrenched himself away from me, terror in his eyes and shock written along his body. He crumpled into the corner, as far away as he could get from me, and started muttering wildly to himself.

I disappeared into myself momentarily, and when I came to, I saw Bo, shrunk away in the other corner of the room, his arms over his head, knees up to his chest, sobbing on the floor. A wretch of a man.

I felt the sticky wetness of tears upon my own cheek, and swiped at them. They were quickly replaced by more, but I paid them no mind as I tentatively walked toward him.

He came back to me.

“Fuck” he whispered, peering through a gap in his armour as I approached.

“Em, Em I’m so sorry I’m-” he stuttered, “I’m fucking broken” he heaved through wet, snotty cries.

“Wh-what happened?” I asked, idly adjusting my nightgown and dropping to my knees beside him, the fear ebbing away by the second. 

He shook his head angrily, more at himself than me, and took several deep, creaking breaths before attempting to speak. “N-no, nothing I can say justifies what I just did…almost did…shit” he shuddered even more. I could feel the self-hatred radiating off of him, my fear fast being replaced with worry, with concern.

“Please, just tell me what’s going on, I need to understand, want to understand, Bo” I stretched out a hand to settle him, as much for him as it was for myself, but he flinched, backing away from my touch - from me.

“It’s…it’s my best friend Greg’s birthday…today, or was - yesterday.” he brought a palm up to his face in an attempt to wipe away the tears, but they showed no signs of stopping. “He-he died, back in the states he-,” Bo crumpled even further into the wall, “We all had-to-had to make sure we could put our gas masks on properly, hike with all our gear on our backs, with the masks on, something about endurance. Like - like the normal training, protocol, I guess” 

He sighed, palms balling into fists on his knees. “Greg, no matter how smart he was, I guess it doesn’t fucking matter when your number is up. Nothing can best a broken latch-his-his mask didn’t fit right. Fucking Greg, G-Gregory,” Bo’s voice faltered, catching on every syllable “it didn’t fucking fit right” he repeated, his fingers mimed putting on a gas mask, securing the loop at the back of his head, his eyes never once meeting my own.

Bo’s shaking fists came to rest on his knees, still wobbling with the force of his trauma. “We-we had to get through this place, they filled it with mustard gas - the-the real deal, Emily, why the fuck would they do that?! Huh?! he finally looked up at me, those blues swimming with hurt, with pain, with anger. “Some of the guys got away with minor burns, some blisters, but Greg…he-” Bo hiccuped once, twice, and then silenced, his eyes only a few moments ago, flitting around the room, settled on me, and I felt a thick lump form in my throat. Tears of a different kind began to flow down my cheeks, ones of terror replaced with utter despair.

Bo swallowed, lips twisting in disgust and revulsion, eyes scrunching shut as if he’d seen something that would change him for two lifetimes, biting back a cry as he continued on.

“We tried to save him, tried to keep him but, we lost him - I can still see his fucking eyes, Em, still see them, writhing around in his fucking sockets, I see it every time I close my eyes, shit” he bit his lip, and I mirrored him.

“He didn’t even die a hero's death, Em, he died in an accident,” Bo threaded his fingers underneath his chin, catching his tears with a cradle of his own hands. “He didn’t even get an honourable death, not that I believe in that kinda horseshit anyway” he sniffled, eyes focusing on mine - although the bloodshot whites outshined those ocean hues, eclipsing them into hollows.

I sucked in a shallow breath, each one more fragile than the last as he told me his story.

“So I fucked up, we celebrated drinking to him tonight, I fucking..drank too much, I missed you, thought I could surprise you,” he sobbed once more “I-I’m so fucking sorry, I- there’s no way to justify what I did, please, just tell me to leave, I’ll do anything you want”

I let the words settle, sure that there was nothing I could say that would make him feel better, and so I offered him the only tonic I had at my disposal - physical comfort.

“I don’t want you to leave…I want you to come back to me” my words pulled his chin from his palms, and I opened my arms to ready him for an embrace. 

Bo paused, wiping the tears from his eyes, his wet cheeks, and glanced at me morosely, the yellowing light from my bedside table lit him in such sorrowful shadow, the glint of the light bouncing off his tear filled eyes.

“I don’t deserve you” he grumbled, avoiding my gaze like it would set him aflame.

“Bo, it isn’t about what we deserve, but what we feel, is it not?” I replied, shaking my head at his denial of even the most basic of facts.

“I don’t know, any more - no.” He crawled towards me “I know that I keep you dear to my heart, I just don’t know how much of it is rotten, filled up with hate - with sorrow. That I know, is not unique to me, that you have suffered untold losses, and here I am, sobbing over a lost friend, I-” He shook his head in disgust again, terrified that he would be overshadowing my loss, my sorrow, but it only added to the mountain on which I lay.

“Bo please, our losses aren’t wholly who we are - they contribute to the fabric of our tapestries, the thread woven amongst our lives, but they do not make us who we are, our choices do that” As I said the words, it was like I had realised them as they left my mouth, like they had absorbed their way into my psyche - the only real way to learn them about myself was to speak them aloud.

“And are you choosing to have a drunk, a fucked up yank stay in your room tonight, in your bed?” his eyes softened, like I was making an impact, somewhere - beneath the surface.

“Yes, Bo, I suppose that I am” my lips swelled into a smile, one that coaxed one from his own lips, as he fell into my embrace.

* * * 

“Mile End in London are looking for nurses, it must be awful down there” Bessie mused, leafing through the raft of letters asking for medical staff of all skill and rank to up roots and move down to London - while the thirst to help with the war effort was often strong, I felt like I had sacrificed enough, what a far cry our town was from the smog and blitz of London, how I had intended to keep it that way.

“How awful” I absentmindedly agreed, tying my apron behind my waist in a neat bow.

“Bed and board,” she continued “How often do you consider just leaving everything behind and starting a new life?” She chewed the end of the pencil in her mouth, appearing more like a rabbit than a young woman at that moment.

“Hmm?” I asked, her words filtering through to my consciousness “A new life?”

“Yeah, there’s something about London, about the danger, don’t you think?” She placed the letters down on the desk and gazed out the window.

I suppose I had had three lives in my time thus far, the one where I dove headlong into my career as a nurse; my life with Tommy, laden with love and sorrow, and now a new chapter, Bo as my muse - I supposed I had the pieces to put together a semblance of a happy life, all the while craving what I used to have, wishing I could be plonked down in the spring of Tommy and I’s first year together, be spared all the heartache, the potentials of a disaster laying in wait.

How I had tried to find the similarities, mirrored the men back to back - two soldiers, both alike in their sacrifices, yet so vastly different, how I hoped and prayed that history was not about to repeat itself, the love of a man torn from my grip as soon as I got hooked, before I had managed my fill of him.

“I-I suppose there is” I agreed, I slid the papers across the desk and scanned them, absentmindedly I folded the letter and pocketed it, somehow knowing how I would follow that path, meander from my set course, no matter how much I tried not to. An invisible rope tied at my navel, drawing me closer to my fate.

I said my goodbyes to Bessie and the morning staff, bidding them farewell after an arduous day at the hospital - wherein mine was just beginning.

I sat at my desk that evening - drawn out against the window framing a clear sky, pinpricks of the stars winking down at me - teasing me of the freedoms they had - while I was stuck in the hospital - the graveyard shift.

While it was often rewarding work, the night shifts drew on the longest - save for emergencies, the night was quiet: keeping an eye on resting patients, making sure everyone was asleep, and even more dreaded than the boredom was the paperwork. Reams and reams of the stuff, piled on top of one another, leaning like a collapsing tower - a gift from the morning staff.

I had just walked around the ward, ensuring everyone was asleep, the peaceful atmosphere offset by the unwavering feeling that I was being watched - a creeping dread tickling my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, as I settled in my uncomfortable desk chair, sure that I would need to collect another pot of tea from the pantry soon - the only surefire way I could make it through the night without falling asleep.

My mind was drifting back to the other night, the tears we had both shed - how I had whispered to God himself to help me heal him - the man that had piled the building blocks of me into his hands, moulding the clay of my being back into something resembling a woman, when I heard an unsettling sound - the scuffling of shoes on linoleum, a presence. Nothing like the sounds a sleeping person could make.

I stood up, my knees knocking together as I made my way through the near silent ward - pushing open the door and hushing it quietly behind me, careful not to wake the sleeping half dozen patients on the other side.

“H-hello?” I said decisively down the corridor, but I was met by my own slow echo that reverberated through the empty, draughty halls.

Shadows were playing their mischievous game on my eyes, straining against the dark, and my stomach flipped as the fear began to set in.

“Please, whoever’s there, if you need medical attention you need to sign in at the reception, and I’m afraid that’s on the other side of the building, I-” 

A low sound, something dark, met me where I stood, made me worry the pencil I was still holding, almost snap it in half.

A tall shadow jumped out at me from one of the triage rooms, the shining white teeth and blond muss unmistakable.

I baulked, flush with the wall, as if I’d been electrocuted, every body part vibrating with dread. 

“B-Bo?! What in the hell are you doing? I-I almost jumped out of my bloody skin!” stifled chuckles and well meaning apologies met my ears but I was not prepared to receive them.

“I’m sorry baby, I just thought I’d come by, distract you a little” he smirked, his playfulness more an annoyance than a relief at that moment.

“You-you can’t be here” I continued my whisper, looking around the long, dark hospital corridors for a sign, an echo of anyone.

Empty.

“I can’t?” he whispered in reply, hiding a smirk.

“No, look, I’ll take you through to my office but you must be as quiet as a mouse, promise?” I hissed through bared teeth, and I could tell from the way he looked at me that he liked my anger, damn near got off on it. 

“Me, quiet? I think you’ll find that Quiet is my middle name” Bo straightened up, winked and saluted at me, even though his movements were laced with sarcasm, I still found a wink of sincerity beneath the derision.

I sighed, I was losing a fight I knew I couldn’t win, those blue eyes could bring a country to its knees, nevermind me, in my exhausted, loved up state.

“I thought it was Pickering?” I hit back, crossing my arms in defence, keeping my guard up.

“I promise, Em” tracing a cross over his heart “I’ll be quiet, cross my heart, hope to die” he nodded, the sincerity overwhelming the dark way he looked at me.

“Come on, then” I pulled him through the ward reluctantly, ensuring the door behind us whispered closed.

Past the softly snoring patients we walked, and I shot back warning looks every few seconds, just incase Bo thought to try anything funny.

But as soon as my office door slipped shut he turned on the charm again, licking through my skin like liquid flame, setting my skin abuzz with the potential. I was still on the defensive, arms crossed tight, trying my best to not let a sliver of his charm slip through the cracks. 

He leaned back against the wall, crossing one ankle over the other,  “Oh good, we’re finally alone, I thought all those sick people were a bit of a mood killer, if I’m honest” his eyes half lidded, looking down at me in a way that made my lower back tingle, and yet I still remained straight backed - determined not to give in to his advances.

“Bo” I warned, my heels click-clacking on the floor, the sound echoing around the room, the only sound louder than the thundering of my heart beneath my breast. 

“But Em, you told me that the nights were the longest, you told me how you almost fell asleep at your desk, and I couldn’t sleep thinking about it, thinking about you” he whispered, pulling me to his side.

At his words my core twitched, betraying my brusque demeanour - although with the ward entirely asleep, I wasn’t quite sure who I was acting for. For a few swift moments I was allowed to be myself, give into the carnal threads that pulled at me so wantonly.

“Bo, just what do you think you’re-” I started, but I couldn’t get the words out past his lips as he forcefully slammed them into my own, bracing me against the medicine cabinet behind us.

“I’m keeping you awake - aren’t I?” he hummed against my ear, and any resolve that remained got tossed out the window as Bo began fiddling with the hem of my skirts.

“You know, after we first met, when you were looking after me when my ankle was busted, I-I  touched myself to the thought of you in this uniform,” he heaved a breathy sigh that made my knees weak “all pretty in pale blue, gorgeous in periwinkle. How I thought about lifting these layers” he whispered, his palm finding my thigh and hiking it up to his waist, or as high as it would go, compared to the towering hulk of him.

“B-Bo, we can’t, I’m working” I managed to spit out, but between the intoxicating scent of him, pressing me into the medicine cabinet, and his lithe fingers travelling closer and closer to my pulsating centre, I relented.

“I have p-patients to attend to” I mewled against him, hearing his smile in my right ear I fully  lost grip on the last remaining shred of my determination, as my fingers found something new and sinewy to hold on to, his left bicep as his right flexed in an effort to reach the sought after apex of my thighs.

“They’re all asleep, honey, don’t you worry, I’m just here to keep you awake, my love, keep you alert” he breathed into my ear and I had to fight back a squeal as his fingertips grazed the rapidly soaking cotton, the only barrier between me and my salvation.

“Em, you’ll have to be quiet, we don’t want your sweet moans to wake anyone - do we?” his words were like liquid fire igniting my lower belly and prompted my unwilling hips to thrust on to his fingers.

Slipping his fingers underneath the fabric, he plied me with the delicate swoops and circles he knew that all too well would have me slick in no time. “That’s it honey, that’s it” he coaxed pleasures from between my thighs, his fingers working such magic on my dripping folds, enacting such delightful friction as my hips undulated beneath him - trying to glean yet even more sensation from his dutiful hand.

I gripped on to the front of his shirt like it was the last thing holding me to this realm, to reality itself, and I was little more than a shuddering pool of need, whimpering at his behest and fully taken over by the gorgeous way his fingers moved, wreaked havoc on my aching bud, bringing me closer and closer to my peak.

His soft lips came to my throat and he groaned sweet nothings against my skin as his fingers moved in quicker circles, pressing harder, creating an all out assault on my every sense, my every nerve tingling with the need for more.

Pinned between the glass of the medicine cabinet and his slender body, one sweet sensation was just too much as my orgasm cleaved through me, but the weakness as my knees betrayed me meant nothing as Bo held my limp form and the shockwaves of pleasure that radiated through it, against him in a warm, comforting embrace. 

I was a little more loose and pliant as I came down from my high, giddy giggles tumbling from my mouth as he seared it with his kiss, moving us along the cabinet to the wall, and rolling me out against it.

I wriggled out of my knickers and let them drop to the ground, baring my sodden cunt to the room, to him. He fumbled between my legs, and I heard the telltale sound of his trousers hitting the floor, my flushed face burned hotter than the sun as his eyes found mine, a devilish twinkle in them - merely the reflection from the full moon outside, or something deeper - as his long arms found my thighs, and lifted me to meet him.

Startled by his strength I lay in his arms for a moment, slack jawed and still pulsating inside, my desperate fingers clawed at his shoulders, his neck, for any sort of grip, any sort of agency as I felt his thick head prod at me from between us.

His lips stifled a moan gladly - as I would have woken up the entire ward with the pressure he was exacting on me.

He tasted like the last puff on a cigarette, sweet and moreish, and the fresh dew from a hundred different mornings, as his tongue slipped into my mouth, he braced me further against the wall as he pushed inside, slick and rough all at once, my head pressed back into the wall - wanting desperately to push back, to feel the heft of him slip inside. His arms holding my thighs gave me little power to do anything than to sit there and take it.

“O-oh,” I moaned, feeling him bottom out inside of me, so satisfyingly filling, my walls closing in on him deliciously.

“Em” he responded, sliding out of me briefly before slamming back inside, and I involuntarily let an overstimulated squeak eek out of my lungs. “Now now, wouldn’t want any of those” Bo grunted between thrusts “P-patients to wake up to their perfect little nurse, screaming as she” he picked up the pace, making my eyes roll back into my skull, “Comes again, do we?” 

I shook my head, and taking my cue, slapped my free palm over my mouth, letting my moans swirl around in my hand instead.

“That’s better, my love” I nodded in agreement, not wholly sure what I was agreeing to - other than more pleasure as he fucked me into the wall. “That feel good?” he questioned, his own brows knitting in impatience, a sweat building on his forehead, never once breaking pace.

“Mhmhmph” I muffled through my own hand, a concoction of my own sweat and spit making it damn near impossible to keep my hand in place.

As my own sensation skyrocketed into the stars, so did his, I was limp in his arms and yet such an instrument of his pleasure, his face nestled in my neck as I held back the groans and welps.

Our bodies, between a mess of my skirts, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, and our muted moans were the backdrop to our early morning - as I began to spy a sweat form on Bo’s brow I released my own hand from my mouth, daring to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, my words carving out a staccato beat, matching his rhythm.

“B-Bo” I uttered into the shell of his ear, merely my own voice speaking his name was enough to garner a stutter from his hips, and a low growl against my collarbone.

I didn’t hold back the moans as I felt him nudge me closer to that sweet heaven, pressing into my coveted spot deep within - safe in the knowledge that those doors leading to the ward prevented most sound from penetrating them, I allowed myself a little more wiggle room with the volume.

Bo’s arms were shaking, straining against my weight, what hadn’t been much of a challenge at first wore on with the devastating motions, a test of his endurance. 

“Bo, I’m-I’m…” I stuttered, but words were ripped from my throat with the crash of my orgasm, mine melting into his as his hips rolled and tensed against my own, and I felt the hot spill of his desire deep inside, the tender puffs of air from his mouth at my ear, as we coalesced into one heaving mass, the tingling of our highs being passed from one to the other, as he gently lowered my shuddering legs to the ground.

Our breaths finally allowed some sort of coherent speech, he whispered breathily into my ear “I don’t know about you, but I’m pooped, could really do with a nap” he smirked, wiping the sweat from his brow and sweeping fingers through his hair, which still looked incredible, despite my desperate clawings.

“Why you-!” I hesitated to hit the side of his arm, but he pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in a way that made me feel guilty for wanting to strike a puppy dog.

“What, you’ve been kept awake, have you not?” his hands came to my shoulders, thumbs tracing tiny circles along my collarbones.

“I suppose I have” I relented, letting my shoulders drop to his calming ruminations.

“I shall see you in a few hours?” he spoke softly, as if the lewd actions of the past ten minutes hadn’t happened at all, the tender blue waves of his eyes returned, the darkness having been nestled deep inside of me, and was now finding its way out.

“You shall” I agreed, his lips brushing up against mine like the promise of a new dawn, of only a few more hours between darkness and light, as I waved him off, I returned to my stack of paperwork amongst the sleeping patients, and found myself wrought anew, with a fresh disposition - to carry on.

* * * 

Tired though I was, the promise of spending the afternoon with Bo was fresh energy. We had hopped on a train to a nearby seaside resort. The warm breeze filtering through the cab of the train, spring’s glorious bloom was in full swing, as we shot past the trees, now green with foliage, and the sparkling promise of the sea, the sun and a thousand memories past.

Once a bustling seaside town filled with tourists, the war had rendered this place - at its height during Victoria’s reign, little more than a ghost town. 

While the springtime sun beat down on us, casting everything in its golden glow, it couldn’t help but illuminate the parts of the town that had decayed, lit them up with little remorse.

The seafoam green painted on the lamp posts had chipped in places, the marine lake, reflecting back the blue of the sky poorly maintained: wooden jetty’s rotten and falling off in places, the soul sucked out of a place that had once held so many memories for me - and I was all too keen to create some new ones.

The steady going and rise of the marine lake bridge creaked beneath us, adding to my unease about its competency. The glittering of the lake in the late afternoon sun beamed directly into our eyes, reflecting back Bo’s sparkling blues, and I felt as if I could see a thousand oceans beneath them, each ebb and flow of the tide getting closer and closer to the shore, that of which I felt certain.

Bo let out a short cackle as we watched the seagulls below on a small grassy bank, arguing over a piece of detritus, half flying, half fighting in an effort to win the hard fought piece of sustenance.

“So - there’s a lake here” Bo pointed down at the silvery body of water reflecting back the sun’s rays at us, “And…the sea, is over there?” he turned toward the shore and the faint roar of the sea in the distance.

I pressed my forearms into the edges of the bridge, gazing out at the heat wavering on the horizon “This lake is seawater, man made, I suppose, I’m not entirely sure why. A tourist attraction of sorts,” I sighed, my tired brain making the most of my stationary body.

“It’s pretty sweet” I heard him mutter beside me, his elbows touching mine as he adopted the same stance.

“Sweet?” I turned to look at him, and found his blue eyes squarely on me, and not the dazzling view before us.

“Yeah, nice, pretty good, like candy” Bo grinned, his face moving closer to mine “Like you, sorta, sweetie” he breathed, coming in to kiss the tip of my nose.

I giggled and instinctively moved away, not catching the slight droop in his smile, a frown forming on the corners of his eyes that my sleep deprived brain didn’t pick up on immediately.

“So…you used to come here a lot?” Bo said, ignoring my slight on his advances.

“Yes, we did, mother, father and I, we often holidayed here” I gazed off wistfully into the distance, my eyes begging for some sort of relief, for some sleep. 

I felt Bo’s palm come to the low of my back, and I felt the question lingering upon his lips before he even dared speak it.

“They’re gone” I whispered, casting a warm smile up at him, Bo’s face twisted in surprise as I answered the question before he asked it. I finally turned from the vista to face him “They passed shortly after Tommy and I wed” 

I let my arms fall from the railings of the bridge. “Mother always said that she’d die happy when I was wed, and fat with children, and I guess…she got one of them, at least” my eyes fixated to the floor, a hefty sigh seeping out my lips at the baring of yet another deep, solemn part of my soul.

“Fuck, Em” Bo whispered, his usually deep, heady voice but a mere whisper of a breeze on that soft, spring day.

His hand came to mine, and even though I wished so desperately to pull away, I let him hold me, encompassing my fingers within his, I let myself be comforted.

He twirled me around playfully after a few moments, holding me into his front, both of our gazes fixated on that unwavering horizon, the blues and greens and yellows of the seaside.

Feeling him against my back, his beating heart seemingly synching up with mine, I tilted my head up to look at him. “What about your parents…are they..?” 

“Oh, they’re alive, alright,” Bo clicked his tongue. He sighed, his fingers interlocked over my stomach - his heart picking up the pace behind my head. I closed my eyes to the beating of his drum, nestled even deeper into his chest, feeling at once at home.

“I love them so fucking much, they-” he sighed, and I felt him switch tack “they would love you, my mom especially, she’s actually a nurse too” I heard the smirk twist at his words.

“Oh, really?” I twisted in his grip, his palms fell lower on my abdomen, accidentally pressing me into him, where our most tender parts would meet.

“Yeah, and she’s real good at it, but you’re cuter” intentionally he grinds into me, and a sinful look spread across his face.

“B-Bo, we’re in public, we-we can’t” I muttered under my breath, my eyes darting around the deserted lake, looking for any sign of onlookers, any witnesses. There were none.

“Mmhm” he groans, bending his neck down to dot sweet kisses up and down my own, sending a flurry of heat down to my centre, and begins to melt my resolve.

“Wh-what about if I take you somewhere?” I eked out.

“If last night is a testament, I can take you anywhere” he retorted, still not slowing his advances on my throat.

“N-not for that” I hushed, not quite believing my own words.

“Shall I take you to one of my favourite places?” I choked out as I felt the distinct hardness of him pressing into my behind “It-it’s a lot more private than this” I added, the only few words that could have halted him in that moment. 

“Take me anywhere you like, my dear, with you by my side, anywhere would be perfection” Bo grinned, finally pausing his lips on my neck to speak with. 

I gripped his hand in mine, and led him back to the town proper. We walked along the boulevard, alder trees lined the street, fringing the pavements and their once bustling shops. The glass fronted arcade stood starkly out from the Dutch style buildings towering either side, a pleasant and unique facade. The half circle glass canopy that stretched over the entrance was decadent and detailed, the black, cast iron detailing was delicate, and yet altogether Victorian.

Inspiration from the continent abound, the glass always made the light hit the inside of the arcade in a different way, refracting and twisting the beams of light, colouring the interior in a different, sweeter kind of tone. The domed glass overhead gave way to the deep blue sky, panes shimmering in the bright afternoon spring sunshine, the faint whisper of a cloud. Although usually cheerful, many of the shops had been vacated, empty - their owners off in battle or otherwise bankrupted by the war.

“Woah” Bo said, grasping my hand tighter. We both looked up, and I saw Bo’s eyes trace over the intricate Victorian details, the nineteenth century cast iron verandahs, the swooping, swirling colours and patterns mesmerising him.

“I can’t really explain why this place was always my favourite, just something about it, oh and I guess that shop used to be filled with sweets” I pointed to the shop on the corner before the arcade opened up into two floors. Faint window paint could still be seen, scrubbed off “Sweet Memories” it had once said.

As we passed the precious few others that littered the arcade, I saw a familiar man descend one of the many staircases to the left, dressed also in his civvies, the carefree edge of a man on daily leave wafting towards us.

“Bo!” he yelled, waving at us from across the glass gilded arcade, racing toward us. Bo squeezed my hand as an apology as he walked toward him.

“Lenny, my man” he said as they clasped arms around each other, Leonard, while still tall, was infinitesimally dwarfed by Bo’s giant frame. 

“How you doing?! Barely see you at all now, apart from training o’course” Leonard chimed, glancing back at me. The men muttered for a second before turning back to me, wide smiles chiselled over both of their faces.

“Ah, Bo’s dream girl” Leonard smirked, and I noticed Bo’s cheeks pinken at his friend's pet name for me.

“Or, I suppose” he paused, extending his hand to take my own “He seems to be able to keep you contained to his dreams nowadays” he laughed, and I allowed him to take my hand as he whispered a kiss just shy of the back of my palm.

“She’s in my waking life,” Bo sighed, “But I guess I’ll never get her out of my dreams” he added, an unwavering tender look in his eyes, one that hit me like a bullet to the chest.

“Anyways, what are you doing this far out?” He swiftly changed the subject, interlacing his fingers with my own as a small comfort to me, and to him.

Leonard sighed deep, shuffling on his feet. “I-uh, I guess I wanted to check out the neighbouring sights, y’know, since we’re meant’a be getting the orders any day now,” his eyes traced along us, dipping to our interlocked fingers, a melancholy behind them “To go over to Europe, I mean” Bo tightened his grip on my hand, his own smile wavering. 

My stomach ached, practically somersaulting, squeezing and tugging at my insides at the reminder that Bo could be ripped away from me at any moment - proving to me that each and every second we spent together was precious, not to be sniffed at. Even my palm started to sweat pressed against his, and my gaze reached the floor, unable to bear looking at the truth of the situation.

The air shifted, something claustrophobic, and as my ears tuned out the rest of their conversation, I slackened my grip on his hand, unable to truly think if I could bear losing another man, another lover. A protective cloak slipped over my shoulders, a shield from the cruelties of the world, how I had already begun to calculate a way out.

“Em?” Bo’s voice pulled me out of my stupor, I glanced upwards at the men, and mumbled a “Hm?” 

“I was just saying you brought me here, to show me one of your favourite places?” Bo mused, his fingers trying to claw back my hand. 

“O-oh” I cottoned on to the conversation “Y-yes, I did” I confirmed, 

“Well, I’ll leave you two love birds to it, Bo, see you back at camp?” Bo nodded, “Pleasure, as always, dear Emily” he nodded at me, at us, our collectiveness, as he walked in the direction of the entrance.

Traversing some more of the arcade in relative silence, I plucked up the courage to return to my previous self - longing for that whimsy and joy to return, even in the wake of such devastating news - news that was all too inevitable.

“And now, for the crowning glory” I danced in front of Bo, leading him with my right hand - feeling his lumbering frame almost fall over at my insistence as I dragged him through the rest of the arcade, and up one of the narrow stairwells to the second floor.

One of the only remaining shops stood proud, sprawling over most of the second floor. “Parkinsons of Southport” was scrawled in delicate script across the front glass panes of the door. Wide, colourful stained glass took up the windows either side, the light beaming through from the ceiling colouring the inside of the shop in dark greens, reds and blues.

A little bell signalled our entry into the cavernous shop. Not a surface remained untouched - each and every spare inch of space was filled with something or other. Books, records, vast collections of seashells and other oddities.

I breathed in the heady smell of worn leather and dark, old book pages, and sighed out  “I love that smell, don’t you?”

Bo’s grip tightened around my fingers as his dimple winked at me along with his smile “One of my favourites” 

The labyrinthine shop was made worse by the towering, leaning piles of books that lined every shelf, even many stacks taking up spare space on the floor.

Eventually, we found the front desk, where a man who I could have sworn had always been there, stood.

“Hello, would you mind if we had a look upstairs?” the elderly man behind the counter top merely nodded, barely looking up from his newspaper.

The long, thin rickety staircase creaked underneath us, and I hazard a look down at Bo, a few steps behind but still clinging on to my hand, still I stood many stairs above him and he was just at my eyeline.

Upstairs there were no windows - all light hailing from the oil lamps dotted around the various aisles of books. One, solitary skylight high above our heads lit up a small patch of shop directly below it, but the dark, richly filled air of the second floor felt claustrophobic in its thickness. The books seemingly breathed life into the shop, the room - even our lungs.

In the cramped space I turned around, the hem of my skirts tugging on a loose nail. The shelves were heaving with books, the bookcases sagging with the weight - just one book removed away from total collapse. 

“I would often hop on the train on the weekends, come and sit in here, while an afternoon away” I pressed my fingertips into a spine of one of the books on the sagging shelves, sighing when my fingers met the worn leather - it felt like home.

Bo left a gap for the silence, quietly urging for me to speak some more. “This place, was all I had, as a child, between this place and looking after my parents, this was an escape, you know? A holiday” 

His large hand came to my shoulder, and I glanced back. “How every day is a holiday with you, I would wish to make our lives permanent vacation” he uttered.

“Isn’t it just? A permanent vacation, we are always waiting to go back to our regular lives, always on edge about when that day may come?”

“I want so much for that not to be the case” he whispered, a dour look casting over his face, even in the dim light of the shop, he glowed with a longing, a sadness that we both felt.

A few moments of pleasant silence fill the gaps between our words, almost as if we both long to forget the reality of the situation, the tenterhooks we both perch on.

“This place is a piece of history” he uttered, his own fingers perusing down a particularly worn spine, in a way that makes my own shiver.

“It’s only been here for eighty years, and yet it feels as if it has always been, always be here, and always will” I replied, my own hands finding the soft leather of the book next to his hand.

“Sometimes, no matter how highly I think of you, the words that come out of your mouth still never cease to amaze me,” Bo glowed, pulling a particularly hefty tome from the shelves, and leafing through the first few pages.

“War and peace? Really?” I mused, glancing down at the dusty book, which even his hands dwarfed.

“I am nothing, if but on the nose,” he smiled, sending a tumult of butterflies erupting from my stomach.

“No-no, the feeling is mutual, Bo” I whispered, grabbing him by the waistband of his trousers toward me. A tiny end table nearby took on the burden of War and Peace, quickly forgotten. I took in his form as he pressed into me - looking altogether different in his dress trousers and shirt - looking almost normal in his civilian clothes. He looked like my husband, and I his wife, out on a day trip to take in the pleasures of the seaside. The tan coloured shirt he was wearing unbuttoned at the top, allowing me a peek at the divot of his sternum. A peek at our lives beyond the war, how it could look, a man and his wife fulfilling our summertime excursions, his purpose altogether different, a joy filled day out, and not a heady escape from the realities of war, of how his purpose was to fight, defend and kill - not love, cherish and keep.

The billow of his shirt tucked into his trousers squashed against me as I pulled him closer, betraying his slender chest, how it tucked into the delicate frills of my day dress, how I wanted him even closer than I would usually dare.

The bookshelf creaked as he pressed his palms either side of my head, my fingertips still hooked around his belt loops. I chanced a glance underneath his armpit, for the end of the aisle, pausing for a second to hear if there was anyone nearby.

Pulling him closer to me, so his hips were pressed up against my stomach I sank into the dust from the books, and I watched his sweet face, watched his dimple wink at me from up above as he slowly lowered his lips to mine.

We were slow and steady at first, mouths gently pulling and pressing, his kiss soft. But as I pushed my hips into his, and my hands slid up the bottom of his shirt, and around his back, my fingers finding those gorgeous dimples above his bottom, they found their home.

He groaned a tiny whimper against my lips as I felt him harden below the waist, felt him press into me, the creak from the bookcase the only accompaniment to our rapidly hurried kisses.

I giggled and pulled away from him “Is it something about the books that’s getting you so excited, darling?” Bo scoffed, chancing another slow grind into my stomach as his lips came to my ear “You know me and books, honey, but this isn’t about them” he growled, placing tender licks and nibbles at the skin beneath my ear, trailing down to my neck.

It was my turn to come apart now as his lips reached the hollow of my neck and I pressed him further into me, my fingers still resting on his lower back. He continued to grind against me, with each passing moment my head emptied of any rational thought - where we were, who we were, the only thing that mattered were his lips and the gentle assault they played on my throat.

Until I heard a sound that ripped me out of the moment - a creak, similar to the one we had heard as we ascended the stairs.

“B-Bo” I moaned, trying to look around his body at the end of the aisle of books.

“Mmhmm?” he hummed against my neck, which didn’t help matters.

“I-I think” I huffed “S-someone’s coming” I panted, finally removing my hands from his waist.

“Oh shit” Bo whispered, pulling back from me, standing up tall and rearranging his shirt.

A coy smile spread across my lips as I glanced down at the sizeable bulge tenting his trousers, unmistakable.

“S-shall we go home?” I whispered between my fingers.

“I think it’s best” he agreed, as we peeled ourselves off of the bookcase, it heaving as we did, and hastily made our exit - I tried to let myself live fully in the moment, as if the next devastation wasn’t just around the corner. 

#love blooms

[ahogedetective]

“...The coffee here was so good... and it’s nice to indulge in a nice sweet every once in a while.”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it...!” Shuichi had brought his Uncle Akihiko to a fancy cafe. He had always been wanting to for a while, so he was very excited he could finally do so, today. “When I had something here for the first time, I just had to bring you here the next time I came. I was sure you’d love it.”

“And a great place you brought me to, indeed, Shuichi. I’m sorry it couldn’t have been sooner: you know crazy it can get with detective work and all... but I refused to let anything take me from you today. That’s why I closed up the office for today, especially.”

“It’s fine!! It was no rush, especially with how busy you’ve been. And... I’m really happy spending time with me today, meant that much to you...”

“Hah hah... what are you saying, Shuichi.” He reaches an arm over to pat his head, giving him a warm smile. “Of course it meant that much to me. You will always be more important than my job.”

"Ojisan...." The pat to his head makes him giggle, smile brightening at his words. It meant a lot to him, knowing just how important he is to his uncle... "Thank you....that makes me so happy to hear." For a moment, Shuichi goes silent, before speaking back up again. "You know... I used to be really sad, when I was younger: that when Father's Day came around, my own dad didn't visit so we could spend time together. And while it...still stings a bit, I'm...not that sad about it this year. If anything, I would rather spend it with you anyway, ojisan. You're practically like a dad to me, anyway! Ahaha..."

"Hah, I am your dad: didn't you hear the barista earlier?" He laughs together with him. "In all seriousness, I'm happy you think of me as a dad, too, Shuichi. You may be my nephew, but to me, you'll always be my son, too. I love you, Shuichi. And thank you for today; I had a lot of fun."

"Hehehe..." He beams even brighter than ever at him. "I love you, too, ojisan! And Happy Father's Day: I'm very happy you had fun. Let's do this again, sometime!"

"Mmhm! And next time, well bring your aunt Yuki, too. Oh, in fact: let's get something to go for her! I know she'll be so happy."

"Yes! I'd love for her to be with us, too: And okay...!" Once they cleared their dishes, they go back over to the counter to find something for her. Today had went wonderfully, much to Shuichi's delight. For everything his uncle does for him, and for how happy he makes him... he felt it was the least he could do, for the man who always treated him like the loving and caring father he's always wanted.

Once they’re in the car after finishing up in the cafe, Shuichi pulls out a small gift box. “Also, this is for you. A small gift from me...”

“! A gift even aside from treating me to the cafe? You really do spoil me.” He chuckles, curiously unwrapping the gift box once he accepts. Seeing what was inside-”!” Makes his eyes widen in surprise. It was a very expensive looking silver watch. “Sh...Shuichi, this is...! I remember seeing this watch when we were out and about one time. But wasn’t it very...!”

“Eheheh... you looked like you had really wanted it, so I snuck back to that shop one day to buy it before you could even think of doing so, yourself! And I don’t care about the price, as it doesn’t even compare for all the things you’ve done for me.”

“Ohhh, you little sneak....” Laughing, he leans in to pull Shuichi into a big hug. “Thank you so much, Shuichi. I love it! I’m going to wear it everyday and take great care of it. I promise.”

“Ahaha, I’m glad you love it! And I know you will. Once more...” He wraps his arms around him to return the hug. “Happy Father’s Day....”

#oh u KNOW I had to write a mini drabble about Shuichi and his good ol' Uncle Akihiko today hehehe..... #this small happy family will always mean the world to me oKAY........ #Sushi will always his be his son too he don't care if he technically his nephew!!! #and Happy Father's Day to anyone who celebrates it! #or if it's just a regular day for you/not the best day for you... then I hope you're all still having a wonderful Sunday and I love you! ❤ #📚 || Study Notes;; {drabbles} #📚 || IC;; Shuichi #Akihiko;; #Father's Day //

[lunaxriax]

Indeed I do know this. Now I am always happy with a medium rare steak, Potatoes cooked in some way last but not least, some kind of vegetable. Haha. Baking ingredients always come in larger portions and are kept around to be used for next time. Can't do that with meat, it must be fresh mmhm.

Good, don't forget it. That sounds like a very good meal, yes. I'm totally for it. And now I know what I need to buy as well, so thank you for sharing! Well yes, that's very true also. Though I'll admit that I always have a bunch of baking ingredients because I love making desserts. And while I enjoy cooking a lot, I do love baking more.

#officerconners #( Jisung; replies ) #( Jisung; Drake ) #Gucci

[anemia-rp]

exactly that. Some people my age don't even know how to kiss properly haha. Could be, or it is just the experience you've had with certain people that makes you question everyone else. That could very well be the case that you need to help. Indeed, this is why I feel it is highly important to read a person to know what kind of depth they can be when it comes to sharing things that you don't just want to speak about without knowing that they will be truly heard and kept safe. most of all - no judgement. Haha, Hardly a better person- just trying to do better. Mmhm. You're not wrong.

Oh, this sounds as if you made bad experiences in this regard. Honestly, bad kissers and people bad in bed can be found everywhere and in every age group. In fact I have had quite some younger partners in the past, what is something I can't recommend because the difference when it comes to life experience is big mostly. Unfortunately young people call onto my protective instinct so I feel drawn to the helpless ones with who I'm not really on eye level though, haha. Well, I think if someone wants to share something they do it freely. Being pushy and overly curious can make someone close up completely. Or maybe would do this for me at some point. And with this I let you keep your secrets to yourself - and invite you at the same time to tell me what you want to reveal about yourself. I'm a good listener. :)

[justiisms]

"It's National Hot Chocolate Day, papa! Let's celebrate!" *kaito is as excited as ever as he sets a fresh mug in front of his dad before settling down beside him with his own mug! he's made sure both of their drinks are identical, so they're both filled to the brim and topped with marshmallows, whipped cream, and have a chocolate biscuit sticking out of it!*

"I think it's okay to indulge in something super sugary just for one day. Plus it's super cold outside today, so we've got the perfect excuse!"

"Oh my!! Another wonderful little holiday to discover, haha! I would love to celebrate it with you!!" He cheers, Bobby's smile growing all the more when Kaito sets the cup of hot chocolate in front of him. "Thank you, Kaito! Ohh, these look so good! And I love the little chocolate biscuit you put in them, too!" He chuckles, giving a small nod in agreement.

"Indeed! It would be a shame if we didn't for today's occasion, wouldn't you say? That too! It had been very cold...so we use this to not only warm ourselves up, but to enjoy nice cups of hot chocolate together..." He hums, slowly taking a sip. An even more delighted hum leaves him at how delicious it is, taking another sip along with a bite of the biscuit before speaking again. "Mmhm...very delicious, as I knew it'd be. Thank you again for this, Kaito: I'm so happy to spend such a wonderful day, with you...!"

#!!!!! National Hot Chocolate Day!!!! 🍫 ☕ #ohhh!!!! #hehe honestly this is what made me enjoy some hot chocolate this morning myself~! #and the Boblet-Papa Bobert duo enjoying some together too!!! very good~! 💖 #i wuv!!!! #Bobby answers;; #essenceofjustice

[anime-dub-transcripts]

Hetalia: World Stars Episode #7: Industrial Revolution Part 3 Transcript

This episode has the third part of the Industrial Revolution arc.

{Caption: Clamor, clamor}

Prussia: You’re a demon clown man!

(America: Child workers!)

Prussia: You can stop it!

Britain: Cheerio, eh, mate!

Russia: Industrial Revolution?

(America: Cheers to everything!)

Russia: It is amazing to me that they all can be keeping up with science technologies. Too much for simple farm nation like me.

Narrator: While the rest of Europe had been industrializing, Russia was still a bit behind curve.

(Russia: Deh! Deh!)

Russia: Huah! Winter is long and dark. We must grow plants for food, but plants need sun for food and there’s no sun. And when there is, soil is still too bad for any plants to grow.

{Caption #1: Chink}

{Caption #2: Chink}

Russia: I try to dig in ground, but instead of dirt, only shiny and hard rocks come out. NEAH! Huah! I have found only geysers of mud grease that smells like death and a weird mystery gas that makes me pass out. I envy places where they can grow potato.

{Text on cloud: Natural gas}

{Text on oil gush: Petroleum}

{Text on rock #1: Coal}

{Text on rock #2: Noble Metal}

{Text on rock #3: Iron}

Narrator: What Russia didn’t know was that he was standing on a treasure trove of resources, just not ones he could use yet.

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Narrator: Despite his intimidating nature, Russia has always been quick to fall in line for the higher-ups.

{Caption: Mr. Russia’s Boss}

Russia’s boss: The era of science and industry is upon us, Russia! Ride a wave of knowledge into the future!

Russia: Heah! You mean I am permitted to make industry?

Russia’s boss: Indeed, friend; study diligently and move forward with great fervor.

(Russia: Hm!)

Russia: I will do my best. I am enjoying chemistry.

{Caption #1: New Boss}

{Caption #2: Bash!!}

Russia’s boss #2: Now you are going to do it our way!

(Russia: Aaaaaahhhhh!)

{Caption: New Boss}

Russia’s boss #2: We must abandon the corrupt science of the old guard!

Russia: But doing the corrupt science was my entire job.

Russia’s boss #2: We have now hired these non-corrupt German scientists, see?

Russia: I could learn from them!

Russia’s boss #2: There is no need. We can let the Germans do everything!

Russia: Huah!

Russia’s boss #2: Haha! Germany has best technology! Ochen' Rossiya!

(Ochen’ Rossiya!: Very Russia! → Russian)

Russia: I bet I can do industry good if they just let me.

{Caption: Grab}

Russia’s boss #3: We’re the new administration.

(Russia: Uah?)

Russia: Ahuah?!

{Caption: Mr. Russia gets a new boss once again}

Russia’s boss #3: And from now on, we’re going to train up our own engineers in this country.

Russia: You mean I can become engineer?

Russia’s boss #3: You will become engineer!

Russia: Great! I will try hard.

Russia’s boss #3: Good. We have all the pieces for you here.

Russia: Auh!

Russia’s boss #3: A week should be enough time to make steam engine, yes?

Russia: Ahuh?

Russia’s boss #3: If not, there are consequences.

(Russia: Mmhm, mm…gulp!)

Narrator: Russia has been living life on hard mode for centuries and industrialization is the sewer level of human advancement.

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{Caption #1: Latvia}

{Caption #2: The middle country of the three Baltic states}

Latvia: M---Mr. Russia? What can I do for you today? Oh, and I think the retro aesthetic suits you very well. Your old-fashioned clothes look good.

Russia: But this is latest, cutting-edge fashion, considered very trendy at home.

Latvia: Home as in retirement?

Russia: Ah?

Latvia: I mean, hey, different strokes.

Russia: I have a favor to ask of you.

Latvia: You seriously want me to build an entire railroad?!

Russia: And I know you are a very good friend who would never let me down, Latvia.

Latvia: Wait, I am?

{Text on boxes: Mountain of work}

{Text on paper #1: Finish by o/o}

{Text on paper #2: Finish by x/x}

Russia: I have many things to do for my boss and if we work together, we can get through them quickly.

Latvia: If it’s work for your boss, shouldn’t you be the one doing it?

Russia: Friends are supposed to help each other, aren’t they?

Latvia: But I am a simple agricultural nation and building railroads is a huge, important industrial project. I am the worst possible candidate if you think about it for even a second---

Russia: Sorry, I think I mishear you just now.

(Latvia: Ahaaaaaaaaha!)

Latvia: With all due respect, I’m simply telling you that this is a terrible staffing decision and I---neeahahah!

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Latvia: Huah, why is Mr. Russia so terrifying? Well, it basically looks like a train, but I have no idea what I’m going to say when he sees it doesn’t work. Huoh! But it does! Amazing! I built a complex machine from scratch by simply imitating others and succeeded on the first try! Maybe I have a hidden talent! What kind of a fool gets so excited about one single success?

{Caption: Bonk}

Latvia: The totally hopeless kind like me.

{Caption #1: Latvia}

{Caption #2: Under long time foreign rule, he has pursued agriculture. When given an unreasonable task, he says he can’t, but then makes it happen}

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{Caption #1: Estonia}

{Caption #2: The northern most country of the three Baltic states}

Estonia: Latvia, have you been doing okay with all the work Russia is pushing off on you?

Latvia: Oh, I’m only handling minor matters like medicine and iron-working and transportation and commerce, Mr. Estonia.

Estonia: How did you end up juggling so many difficult tasks for the him?

Latvia: He may be overestimating me since I built him a working locomotive from scratch.

Estonia: Stop making it sound like you made him a plate of blini!

Latvia: But…making medicine and forging iron are actually very relaxing tasks. It helps with the stress.

Estonia: That’s a bit terrifying.

Latvia: And sometimes I play chess with myself in my head so I don’t get bogged down by all the work.

Estonia: Chess with yourself?

Latvia: Heh, sorry, I know how weird that seems.

Estonia: Heh!

Estonia’s thoughts: My, that sounds like hard job…

Estonia: That was blatant humble brag.

(Estonia’s thoughts: …for one brain!)

Latvia: Did you say that last part out loud on purpose?

{Caption: Trivia: Mr. Latvia is a good chess player}

#anime #anime transcripts #anime dub transcripts #hetalia #hetalia dub transcripts

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

Analoceit and window :)

hehehe yissssss!! this could be canonverse or a human au, whatever you please.

-

“…What are you doing?” Logan asked, coming to a stop and staring down at where Janus and Virgil lay on the floor, Virgil on his back with his head on Janus’s stomach and the rest of Janus curled protectively around him.

Virgil opened his eyes and blinked up at Logan, feeling warm and sleepy. “Cat,” he said in explanation, pointing to the window.

Logan looked back and forth between the window and his boyfriends several times. “…I beg your pardon?”

“Sun,” Virgil added by way of clarification.

Logan blinked several times, still seeming mystified. “I…”

“There’s sunlight here from the window and it’s warm,” Janus said, not opening his eyes. “Is what he means. Like how cats like it. You should come cuddle too.”

“Oh,” Logan said, seeming to understand at last. “…Would you like me to bring some throw pillows over, or anything? The floor can’t be all that comfortable, even if it is warm.”

“It can if you’re not a coward,” Virgil challenged.

Janus swatted vaguely at Virgil. “Nooo, I want pillows.”

Logan smiled down at Janus. “I will bring pillows, then.” He walked away and returned a moment later with his arms stacked full of throw pillows off the couch. 

Janus sat up, dislodging Virgil, and reached for the pillows at once with grabby hands. “Gimme.” He happily seized the pillow Logan offered him.

“Love you too,” grumbled Virgil, rubbing the back of his head where it had landed on the floor.

Janus, holding his prize in both hands, looked down at him with a smirk. “Thank you, darling,” he said sweetly.

“Logannnn.” Virgil whined, reaching up at Logan, who was still standing. “Jan is being mean.”

“I see,” Logan said, sounding amused, carefully lowering himself to the ground in the middle of the sunny spot beneath the window. He crossed his legs and gave his attention to Virgil. “How might I tend to your emotional wounds?”

“Oh, playing favorites now, are we?” Janus teased.

“Certainly not.” Logan opened one arm, offering it to Janus, who draped himself on Logan’s shoulder.

“I want kisses,” Virgil demanded. “Or play with my hair.”

“Hm,” Logan said very seriously. “I hear your offer, and I raise you a counteroffer: both?” 

Virgil grinned and let Logan take his hand and help him sit up. “Both sounds good.” He leaned forward and let Logan press their lips together, eyes fluttering shut, the kiss staying sweet and gentle and warm.

“My turn,” Janus said the moment they parted, hooking a finger in the collar of Virgil’s shirt and tugging him in, then turning to kiss Logan.

Virgil laid down again, curling up against both Janus and Logan this time, with his head on Logan’s knee to receive the promised hair-pets. “This is nice,” he announced.

“It is indeed,” Logan agreed, wrapping an arm more securely around Janus’s shoulders and running his fingers through Virgil’s hair. “You were right, the sun is pleasantly warm here by the window.”

“Told you,” Virgil said, yawning. “Cat.”

“Yes, well. That did not make a lot of sense. My explanation was much more clear,” Logan said.

“Shut up. Cat,” Virgil insisted as Janus smothered a giggle.

Logan sighed. “Very well. Yes. Cat.”

“Mmhm,” Virgil said, very pleased.

The trio was silent for a moment, cuddling in the sleepy warm sunlight. Virgil felt himself half drifting off.

“He looks so cute like this, doesn’t he?” he heard Logan whisper, still caressing his hair.

“He does,” Janus agreed in a quiet hum of a voice, sounding fond and almost as sleepy as Virgil felt.

Virgil groaned, opening one eye. “Oh, my god, you can’t both say compliments at once, that’s not fair,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna die of gay.”

“What a tragedy that would be,” Janus said, yawning. “Well. That does it. I suppose from now on I can never flirt with one of my boyfriends again. Too dangerous for his health. I can’t risk it.”

“Wait, no—”

“Oh, you’ve changed your mind? Excellent.” Janus grinned in that sharp way he had that always made Virgil’s stomach flip and fill with butterflies. “Have I mentioned how your makeup brings out your eyes? I could spend so long looking at them. I often do.”

“Jan!” Face flaming, Virgil hid it in his hands.

Peeking through his fingers, he could see Janus smirk, looking very pleased with himself.

“You are both incorrigible,” Logan said, sounding amused. “And terribly handsome. And gay.”

“Thank you for pointing out that last bit, I had no idea,” Janus teased.

Logan turned his head and shut him up with a gentle kiss.

“Gay,” Virgil said, because what was he supposed to do, not?

Janus broke the kiss with a snicker and shoved at Virgil’s shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Make me.” Virgil grinned up at him. Janus leaned down and planted a kiss on Virgil’s lips, which was definitely a win.

“This is very nice, but I think that I would like to lay down now,” Logan announced. “The warmth is making me drowsy.”

“Cuddle pile?” Janus proposed, eyes lighting up.

“Cuddle pile,” the other two agreed.

-

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[faithfulwarrior-og]

Swimming

Literally Raya simping over Namaari’s muscles on a little outing 😏

Raya pops her head out of the water to see Namaari still on shore, playing with her serlot. “Aww, dep la, you’re all tough on the outside but you’re afraid of a little water?”

Namaari gives Raya what the latter calls her ‘big angy face.’

Raya adds, “Just like your big cat. Hehe.”

Namaari crosses her arms over her chest. “For your information, serlots can swim as a last resort.”

Raya tries not to focus on the arms. “Uh-huh.”

Namaari huffs. “I just don’t like water, okay? But I’ll humor you since you clearly won’t quit teasing me.”

Raya chuckles as Namaari skulks to her bag. “How much you wanna bet she doesn’t know how?”

Sisu looks up from her attempt to pry open a clam. “Pfft I’m sure she knows how. Not everyone likes water, Raya. I don’t understand it either, but I guess some people don’t find it the coolest thing ever like I do.”

“Yeah I guess...” Raya trails off as Namaari removes her shirt in one fluid motion and then puts it in her bag along with her pants. Raya sinks slowly under the water until only her face is exposed.

She knew the princess of Fang was strong and gorgeous but she didn’t expect to panic at the sight of her with less clothing on. Was it just a her thing? Namaari didn’t seem fazed when Raya stripped down to her underclothes...

Raya was transfixed as the woman folded her clothes and put them away. Her back was absolutely exquisite, muscles rippling with the movement... and her thighs? Raya knew she shouldn’t be looking at those but she’d never seen them before and also couldn’t really look away... not to mention that those thighs were connected to a whole DUMP TRU—

Sisu looked from Raya to her clam, and then back at Raya. “Girl, you good?”

Raya nods slowly. “Mmhm.”

Sisu leans over to her and talks out of the side of her mouth. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Something like that...”

Sisu follows her gaze. “Oooooh you’re checking out Namaa—”

Raya panics and tackles Sisu into the water. When they resurface, Namaari is in the water trudging over to them.

“Bestie that was rude I wasn’t ready,” Sisu says, rubbing her nose with her paws. “Ouch, I got wadur in ba dose.”

Raya gulped, trying to acknowledge with her eyes that Namaari joined them. “Sorry.”

“Welp you got me in here so we better at least do some swimming cuz there is no way I’m just going to stand here,” Namaari says.

Raya smirks. “Cold, dep la?”

Namaari glares at her. “No.”

Sisu looks back and forth between them. “That’s a great idea, Namaari! You know what’s really fun? Water wrestling! As Raya just demonstrated...”

Sisu picks Raya up and yeets her at Namaari. Raya yelps and has to literally shove Namaari into the water beneath her mid-air so she doesn’t completely collide with the other woman.

Raya scrambles off of Namaari beneath the water and resurfaces, drenched. Raya can tell her ears are flushed. She hopes Namaari won’t notice.

Instead of remaining calm, Raya fully panics as an irritated princess of Fang stands up, water dripping down her toned physique.

Raya feels the overwhelming need to make a joke and play off how awkward this entire past five minutes has been. “Hehe what’s..dripping, dep la! Cuz.. that thing you say— you’re, y’know dripping! Me too, and-and Sisu!”

“Nope, just you,” Sisu says.

Raya glares at her.

Namaari looks between them. “Am I missing something...?”

A drop of water courses down Namaari’s torso and literally in between her six-pack. Raya clears her throat and immediately starts to inspect literally anything that isn’t the attractive binturi before her.

Sisu ‘whispers’ at Namaari, “She’s having a moment.”

Namaari squints at the dragon, “A moment?” then looks at Raya. “Dep la, you okay?”

Raya tries to look up at her but there’s.. cleavage and muscles nope— she coughs and drops her gaze back to sloshing the water instead. “I—yep. Fine. You’re— very fine I’M fine. I’m fine. That’s what I— but water! Honestly stupid. Swimming is dumb you’re right, N-Namaari.”

Namaari glances at Sisu then back at Raya, a smirk forming on her lips. “Did you just stutter, sinta?”

Raya nearly dunks herself under the water out of embarrassment. Namaari had started calling her ‘darling’ sometimes and it made her insides do somersaults.

“N-no I didn’t. I just think maybe swimming was a bad idea—”

Sisu chimes in. “WHAT?? Swimming is always a good idea!!”

The water dragon proves her point by diving into the water and taking some laps around the pool.

While Sisu is occupied, Namaari steps closer to Raya. “You’re acting funny.”

Raya scratches the back of her neck. “No I’m not! I just...” she trails off as Namaari takes another step closer. Those damn muscles... and scars...

“My eyes are up here, Raya.”

Raya’s eyes dart up to Namaari’s. “I—”

Namaari is wearing a shit-eating smirk. “Like what you see?”

Raya’s entire face is beet red. She splutters. “Y-yes I mean you’re—you’re.. you’ve been working out that’s great. Love that for you. Lookin’...lookin’ good!”

Namaari huffs in amusement. “You don’t look so bad yourself, dep la.”

Somehow Raya got even redder. “Really? T-Thanks. Thank you. I’m gonna go eat jerky now and pass away.”

“Good idea,” Sisu says, suddenly right next to them. “I’ll show Namaari how to swim.”

“Okay,” Raya says weakly before retreating.

Namaari scoffs. “I know how to swim...”

“I told Raya you would know— quit watching her she’s literally just walking to shore.”

Namaari snaps her eyes back to Sisu. “I was just—”

“Simping. I’m aware. You both are hopeless. Now if you’re so good, I’ll race you backstroke to the other side...”

Raya collapses on shore, definitely having a crisis and definitely having to acknowledge that she does indeed like Namaari in that way.

She risks a glance at the other woman. Namaari catches her gaze, smirks and winks. Raya decides to skip the jerky and just pass away.

#ratld fic #ficlet #fic #ratld ficlet #ratld #raya and the last dragon #rayaari #namaari #raya #rayamaari #raymaari #raya and namaari

[precisemuseum]

Moonlit Uncursing Tour!

For the best reading experience, please turn on the "Chat format" mode!

EPISODE 1 ― SPECIAL MISSION!

Location: Pwurp Island, A certain country's castle

Friede: I'm here for the "Special Mission" the king summoned me for, but it looks like everyone else's here as usual, huh...boing★

Hilda: I do wonder what cursed object we'll be investigating this time around...Hahaha!

Wacht: There it goes again... Hilda's "Curse of Perpetual Ever-Impending Laughter"...

Mappela: Whatever it is, I'm certain it's something he trusts us to handle. Let us do our very best!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...That's right.

Crowlas: Hello all, thanks for waiting. It seems like everyone's here. Mmhm, as usual, none of you look like my beloved little crows.

Wacht: Yep, all thanks to our five star, critically acclaimed curses...

Mappela: His Majesty bears the curse of "Curse of Perceiving Others As Crows"...

Though it has no effect on other cursed individuals, correct?

Hilda: In short, none of us look like crows to him... Pffhahaha!

Crowlas: That is correct. Well, I love my little crows with every fiber of my being, so my curse is more like a blessing for me, but...

Since you're all cursed and don't look like crows, it's a bit boring... I mean, unfortunate...

Wacht:Was that a slip of the tongue, or...?

Crowlas: Ahem! ...As that is the case, I have found a way...to break your curses!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ..

... ... ... ... ... ...What did you say?

Friede: Your replies sound so profound thanks to your curse, Eldur! Boing★

Mappela: You've looked into it just for our sakes, Your Majesty?!

Crowlas: Indeed... I've been toiling and searching, day and night, so I can finally see you as cr— I mean, so your curses can finally be undone.

Wacht: I'll just pretend that I didn't hear the part about crows... Thank you very much.

Friede: I'm a little touched, boing★

Crowlas: Haha, I haven't done much. I've merely compiled information regarding curses.

Besides, I can not break your curses. You must all do that yourself.

Mappela: O-ourselves, you say...? What must we do?

Wacht: I'd do anything for a good night's sleep... I can't catch a wink thanks to this thing.

Crowlas: Fret not, for I have prepared specialized methods to deal with your curses.

First, Hilda's "Curse of Perpetual Ever-Impending Laughter".

Hilda: Heeheehee, it's one weird curse, if I do say so myself...Ahahaha!

Crowlas: Eldur's "Curse of Delayed Speech".

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Yes.

Crowlas: Friede's "Curse of Attaching 'Boing★' To the End of Every Sentence".

Friede: This curse has made 'Boing★' super popular! Boing★

Crowlas: Wacht's "Curse of Insect Noises Ringing in the Ears Whenever Sleepiness Approaches".

Wacht: Yes... Hwahh... Even though I'm so sleepy, I can't sleep at all...

Crowlas: And lastly, Mappela's "Curse of Oozing Hands".

Mappela: Now that I've heard them all once more, I am beginning to think that having slimy hands is the most preferable curse of the bunch…!

Friede: You probably only think so because you've gotten so used to it... Boing★

Crowlas: I shall have each of you meet individually with someone who may be able to break your curse.

I dub this... the "Autumn's Thrills! Uncursing Tour[1]!"...

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...This suddenly feels more like a field trip...

Crowlas: Now then... I shall appoint Hilda as this tour's captain.

Hilda: M...me? Pffthahaha! Picking me as captain is way out there... Hahahaha!

Crowlas: You take your knighthood seriously, don't you? There's no doubt in my mind that you will pull through.

I shall grant you the map for this tour. You'll find the perfect person for dealing with each curse at the marked spots on the map.

Hilda: Huh? The first spot on this map is this very castle... Hehe!

Crowlas: That is correct! As it so happens, the first person has come to meet us. ...Now then, please step forth.

Tera: I am Tera. I've heard quite a bit about you…

Crowlas: This young lady has a poker face of steel! Perhaps if you try to mimic her, you'll find it more difficult to laugh, Hilda.

Hilda: Alright... Here goes! Pfft... Hahaha!

Tera: Focus your attention on me. Burn my expression into your memory.

Friede: It kind of looks like they're having a staring contest… Boing★ When it's over, why don't you meet my eyes too? ...Boing★

Tera: Now then, let us begin.

Friede: Seems I’ve met her cold shoulder instead... Boing★

A few minutes later...

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Mappela: A...amazing! Dame[2] Hilda isn't laughing at all!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Does that mean it's working?

EPISODE 2 ― UNCURSING TOUR!

Location: Pwurp Island, the castle of a certain country

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Wacht: It's been a while since Hilda started this staring contest, but she has yet to laugh, huh...

Mappela: This seems to be working!

Friede: Let's just wait and see what happens...Boing★

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Crowlas: Is her face... starting to look a bit odd?

Hilda: ... ... ...Hehe...

Hehehe... I give up! The harder I try not to laugh, the funnier this gets!

Ehehehe... AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Eldur: ... ... ...You seem to be laughing even more than usual.

Friede: Seems like that was a complete bust, boing★

Crowlas: Hmm, what a shame!

Tera: If you can't do it with me, you may want to test your staring mettle against Carro-chan[3]…

Hilda: EHEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHA! The more I try to stop it, the more I! Keep! Laughing! AHAHAHAHA!

Wacht: ...Thanks, but in this condition, she should probably call it a day.

Friede: So basically...the last laugh is on Hilda!!!! …Boing★

Wacht: Let's just move on...

Location: Pwurp Island, a certain research facility

Hilda: Uhm, ehehe. Next, there should be a potion around here to get rid of Sir Eldur's curse.

Witch: O~hohoho! Step right on in! Which of y'all's itchin' to knock back one of my home-brewed "Motormouth" Potion?

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ...Me.

Witch: Mmmm-hmm! Sure 'nough, your words are slower than a lost little snail, just like I've heard!

Alrighty then, take a big swig and drink it all in one go! Down to the very last drop, y'hear?

Eldur: *gulp gulp*

Mappela: Sir Eldur never fails to impress! He drank it all at once without a moment of hesitation!

Wacht: ...Now what'll happen...

Eldur: ... ... ...

Witch: I'm expectin' your review of its flavor to be quick on the draw, pew-pew-pew!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...

It-goes-down-smoothly,-but-the-color-and-taste-are-about-what-I-would-expect-a-Puyo-to-taste-like-if-you-melted-it-down,-as-it-is-overall-lacking-in-substance.

Friede: He only talks fast once he actually opens his mouth! ...Boing★

Witch: ...I see! So ya mean to say that this is a success in its own way! O~hohohoho!

Hilda: Ahahahahahaha! This doesn't fix anything at all...Hehehe! Ahahahaha!

Friede: So basically... Eldur’s still in last place!! ...Boing★

Hilda: Ahaha! Heehee... Next up is Sir Wacht! Let's go and try to lift your curse!

Location: Pwurp Island, the outskirts of a town

Hilda: 'Scuse meー! Is there someone here that can put Sir Wacht to sleepー? Pfft...

Mel: Hwahh... It's pretty weird for someone to want me to play a prank on 'em...

Hilda: You pull pranks on people by putting them to sleep with your, hehe, sleep magic, right? Tuck Sir Wacht in, if you please!

Wacht: I'm so sleepy! Really sleepy! Please give me some shuteye!

Mel: Kinda feel like puttin' a sleepy person to sleep isn't much of a prank...

...Whatever, helping people out every once in a while isn't so bad... Ugh, so sleepy...

Mappela: I can't help but yawn just watching these two...

Mel: Then, here I goo~... Hwahh...I've been feeling so sleepy when I use my magic, lately...

Wacht: I'm on my knees here! Please put me to sleep before those bugs start wriggling around again...

Mel: Zznzz…!

Hilda: Pfft... Hehehe! She fell asleep before she could put you to bed, Wacht!

Wacht: Huh?! Wait, hang on a sec! I'm still wide awake!

Hilda: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Wacht: Man, you're laughing way too loud! How can she sleep through all this rackeeet?!

Friede: So, basically... Looks like the only things that managed to drift off were Wacht's hopes and dreams... Boing★

Hilda: Hehehehe, ahahaha! Next up, let's head to Mappela's location!

Location: Pwurp Island, Downtown

Friede: I hate to say this when His Majesty’s been so gung-ho about everything, but…my hope’s dwindled to nothing, boing★

Hilda: Now, now, we've still got two places to hit up...hehe... Nothing to it but to do it!

???: Excuse me, excuse me! You there! Please come here!

Kikimora: The one holding the mace! Yes, you!

Mappela: Huh?! M-me...?

Kikimora: That's right! Give me your hands. I'll polish 'em until they're clean as a whistle!

Mappela: Y-yes! Gladly!

Wacht: Is this lady the person that's gonna lift Mappela's curse?

Hilda: Looks like it... Hehe. Would be nice if her slime really does go away!

Scrub-a-dub-dub...

The following exchange takes place offscreen.

Kikimora: Alright, finished!

Mappela: Incredible, my hands really have become sparkling clean! Now I can even shake people's hands!

Friede: Wow... They're spotless! Boing★

Eldur: ... ... .. ... ... ...Wait, look.

Mappela: Ah...Huh?

Kikimora: It's— It's all slimy again?! Stand still, I'll clean you up one more time!

24 cleanings later...

The following exchange happens onscreen once more.

Kikimora: Th...This is enough for today... I'll let you go now...

Mappela: Please, don't feel bad! You’ve done more than enough cleaning already!

Thank you very much, miss!

Friede: So basically...the cure's slipped through Mappela’s fingers!! ...Boing★

Wacht: ...Alright, Hilda, time for the next one.

Hilda: Last one is Sir Friede! According to the king's letter, hehe... Dancing somewhere underneath a beautiful moon, huh...?

Kikimora: There is a certain rumor I’ve heard around here. Something like, if you perform the "Moon-viewing[4] Dance" correctly, a miracle will occur…

Friede: A miracle...? That mysterious tale sure sounds different from everything else we’ve done, boing★

Mappela: If a miracle happens, then maybe the curse will be lifted!

Eldur: Let's just get going for now.

EPISODE 3 ― THE END OF THE UNCURSING!

Location: Pwurp Island, island outskirts

Friede: So we've arrived, but is this really where my curse'll be lifted...? Boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: The map says, “Legend states that if you dance here, a miracle will occur.” Hehe!

Friede: I see... Wait, what's with the getup, Hilda? ...Boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Heehee... It was part of the "Uncursing Tour Set" his majesty gave me... Ahahahaha!

Mappela: Why is Dame Hilda wearing it instead of Sir Friede...?

Wacht: Well, whatever. Go ahead, Friede, since we already came all this way.

Eldur: ... ... ...Mmhm.

Friede: Even if you tell me that, I've never done anything besides partner dances... Boing★

Dancing all on my own is outside of my field of expertise, boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Well, then let me show you how it's done! Hehe.

Friede: I'll let you lead, Hilda! Boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Hehe, ahahaha! (Hilda dances by rhythmically moving)

Friede: Boing★ Boing★ (Friede follows by mimicking her movements)

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahahaha! Nice job, Sir Friede, nice job!

Friede: Boing★ Boing ★

24 minutes later...

Mappela: They've been dancing for a while now, but I sense no sign of any miracle…

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Maybe you guys should dance too! Everyone! Hehe! Let's dance together!

Wacht: If more people join in, something might change... Well, there's no harm in trying.

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Yes, let's dance.

Mappela: Agreed! Let's all dance!

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahaha! Everyone's! Dancing! Hahahaha!

Friede: Boing★ Boing★

Wacht: Maybe moving around will make me less sleepy…

Eldur: ... ... ...This isn't so bad.

Mappela: The slime gets in the way a bit when I dance, but… This is so much fun!

Friede: Looks like the sun's finally setting and the moon’s coming out, boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Sir Friede, Sir Friede! Look over there!

Look! Some rabbits have come out!

The rabbits inch closer, falling into a line behind the knights.

Mappela: Wow...! The rabbits have started to dance with us!

Wacht: I never imagined the rabbits would come out and dance with us... Maybe something will happen?

Friede: Is my curse going to be lifted...?! Boing★

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Let's keep dancing.

Wacht: Hahh... Gahh... I'm reaching my limit here...

Mappela: Ahh…! I'm tired out...

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahahaha! We got to dance with the rabbits, but nothing else happened!

Friede: I wasn't expecting much, so that's fine... Boing★

Wacht: Really? Even though you’ve had that bright twinkle in your eyes since we started?

Friede: Pretending not to notice is its own form of kindness, boing★

Besides… I am always twinkling brightly, boing★

The rabbits beckon the knights.

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Looks like they're calling out to us.

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Let's check it out! Maybe something will happen...hehe!

Friede: This is...? Boing★

Mappela: Wh-what a breathtaking landscape...!

The rabbits hop around happily, then leave.

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Oh my, my, the rabbits have up and left! Ahahaha! Maybe they were showing us the way?

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ..Seems like it.

Moon-viewing Letta: Good evening~! Here's your moon-viewing dango[5]!

Wacht: Moon-viewing dango?

Moon-viewing Letta: This location is quite famous for its moon! And today's the day of the harvest moon!

Though, you did well to make it here. Most normal folks can't get to this special moon-viewing spot...

Mappela: We all danced together, and some rabbits brought us here!

Moon-viewing Letta: The rabbits did?! That's amazing!

The moon-viewing rabbits around here are real shy, so they rarely come out!

It must be your guys' lucky day! I’m sure something good will happen to you!

Wacht: Ehh~ Really...?

Moon-viewing Letta: Since I've delivered your dango, I'm off to finish my next delivery. So long!

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahaha, if that's the case... The rabbits and this scenic spot were both miracles!

Wacht: Plus they guided us here, so maybe this is a good thing...?

Friede: ... ... ...

Mappela: Sir Friede…!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...How do you feel?

Wacht: Tell us how you're feeling!

Friede: My curse...

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Pfft, your curse...?

Friede: is lifted...?

...Boing★

Mappela: Oh my... How unfortunate...

Friede: I couldn't break the curse, but… the moon is beautiful, and I enjoyed dancing with everyone. I've had enough fun for tonight, boing★

Crowlas: I am quite pleased to hear you say that.

Wacht: Your Majesty?! When did you get here?! You even snuck a dango out from under our noses...

Crowlas: Be at ease, Wacht. Look, there's enough for all six of us, isn't there?

Wacht: No, that's not the problem here...

Crowlas: It seems that the results aren't quite there yet. I shall have to devote myself to investigating once more.

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Thank you, your majesty.

Friede: The fact that you care is enough to make me happy! Boing★

Mappela: Agreed! And the dango is delicious. We even got to see the moon!

Crowlas: The moon truly is breathtaking... I am pleased that I could see it with you all.

We've all been working hard as of late. It's important to take a break once in a while, don't you agree?

Wacht: Your Majesty... You don't mean...that was your plan from the start?

Crowlas: Though, what I wanted more than anything was to gaze at the moon with you all as crows after lifting your curses~

Wacht: Again with the crows!

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Pfft! Crows...! Haha, that really tickled my funny bone...!

AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA!

Moonlit Uncursing Tour?!

~ THE END ~

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: We might not have dispelled the curse, but we had fun! Hehe!

Friede: Running amok like this is kind of unlike us! Boing!

Crowlas: Next time, everyone will be crows... *chew chew*

Wacht: Are crows the only thing you talk about?!

Mappela: It'd be nice to come back with everyone again!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... Yeah.

The title of the tour 呪い消しツアー is read as noroi keshi tsuaa in Japanese. 呪い消し (noroi keshi) sounds similar to the Accursed Knights’ group title, 呪騎士 (noroi kishi).

Mappela and Hilda refer to the other knights with the honorific “san”. We’ve localized this to Dame/Sir to denote their status as knights.

Carro-chan is a stuffed rabbit plush that belongs to Foehn, Tera’s teammate.

Otsukimi/Tsukimi has been localized to “Moon-viewing” here. The Tsukimi festival is a festival celebrating the harvest moon.

Plain rice dumplings traditionally eaten during the Tsukimi festival. They are typically arranged in a pyramid formation like in Letta's art.

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Zhongli invites the traveler to sit on his lap. His treat.

“It’s not that running around this much is hard for me. It’s just that... I’m not used to having all my weight on my feet for this long. I had no idea they would get this sore just from standing on them.”

“I see. I find that a bit peculiar. If not on your feet, how else would you be getting around?” Zhongli asks, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm...”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lumine says, not really interested in having the ‘had wings but they got stolen’ conversation when she’s in such a good mood. “But could I trouble you for a chair?”

There aren’t any in the room, and she’s not so bold as to just shamelessly sit on someone else’s bed. Especially such a fancy one.

“Ah yes, of course, it’s no trouble.” Zhongli nods. “However, I’m afraid that in terms of chairs, I have none.”

What.

“When furnishing my personal quarters, I ran out of mora before I could purchase any.” He elaborates at her baffled look. “Indeed, it was probably the gold-woven bedsheets... or perhaps the jasmine scented silk pillows? that drained the last of my allotted funds.”

“Oh, okay.” She tries really hard not to laugh, covering her face with one hand to hide her smile. “I’ll just sit on the floor.”

Zhongli misreads her covered expression as one of distress. “The floor? Come now, there’s no need for that. Please feel free to use the bed, so long as you take off your shoes first.”

Ah, it’s unfair. The casualness with which he just invited her to his bed, completely unaware of her enormous crush on him. There’s no way she could just sit on the bed where he sleeps... probably shirtless... like the statue of Rex Lapis. Besides, she’s been outside all day and her clothes would probably get it dirty.

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’d rather sit on the floor.”

Zhongli frowns. This is not going anywhere near as well as he had hoped when he suggested they go to his dwelling and discuss matters in private after the dinner he had treated her to. He’d imagined something far more romantic, and yet here she was, chosing the cold hard floor rather than his very nice, extremely comfortable, pleasant smelling bed.

Maybe she didn’t like him. Maybe he had misread what he had assumed to be the flirting advances of courtship, and she had just been being friendly.

“May I ask why?”

Lumine shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. “Well... it’s just a bit... I don’t know. I would be nervous. Besides, where would you sit?”

She is blushing. He smiles. Of course, she’s nervous. Any woman, alone with a man in his personal room would be wary of the implications of joining him on his bed.

“No need to feel shy.” He says. “I’ll gladly share my personal space with you. Rather than my bed, you can sit on me if you prefer.”

Zhongli takes off his shoes, hangs up his jacket, and goes to sit on his bed. He pats his thigh invitingly.

Lumine gingerly places her boots against the wall and hesitantly steps up in front of him.

“I don’t want to get your bed dirty.” She says, tugging at her skirt.

“Hmm. Take it off then.” He says.

“My dress?”

“I assume you have something on underneath. I assure you no one will barge in and see you in a state of undress, if you’re worried about that.”

“I- I do, but it would be awkward for me to be like that when you’re fully dressed.” Its the truth, Lumine would feel self conscious in the body-hugging one piece of innerwear she has under her dress but really, she would just like to see Zhongli without clothing.

She’s already got an idea of what his tall, muscular figure looks like.

“I suppose you’re right.” He says, rich voice filled with amusement. “Very well, I’ll divest myself of a few layers.”

Lumine watches happily as Zhongli takes off not only his vest, but his dress shirt as well. His skin is pale and she really appreciates the view of his broad chest and muscular stomach. How did she know he would have a six pack? Intuition... perhaps.

Feeling bolder now, she grips the hem of her skirt and lifts her dress up and over her head, discarding it on the floor beside her.

Zhongli’s amber eyes burn into her own.

“Come sit.” He says.

The bed creaks as she climbs up into his lap, pulse jumping as strong hands grip her waist and help her settle between his legs. He moves back a bit towards the center of the bed so that he can draw his legs up and cross them behind her.

His hands don’t leave their spot on her waist.

“There we go,” He says. “Much better.”

It’s not very relaxing. They’re in each other’s personal space, and Zhongli’s face is even more attractive up close. If he bent forward just a little he could..... His hands give her hips a squeeze, and she can read something in his gaze that makes her mouth go dry.

“Do you like this?” He asks.

“Yes.” She says.

“You’re so tense.” He murmurs, trailing his hands up her sides. They stop but an inch under the swell of her chest. His face is very close to hers and his gaze rests on her lips. “Let me... loosen you up.”

“Ple-please -ah-“ She meant to say ‘please do’ but his hands had shifted, thumbs rubbing her nipples over the thin fabric, and it stole her breath and sent an electric jolt to her core.

A pleased hum rumbles deeply in Zhongli’s throat at her expression and he presses a deep, romantic kiss against her lips. He moves them firmly against hers in an addicting slow motion, and she cranes her neck forward to press them harder together. Her nipples peak against his thumbs and grow sensitive from the touching, heat pooling wetly in her core.

They kiss for a long time, and by the moment he breaks free to give them air, they are both breathless and hot. The fabric of Zhongli’s slacks is tented between his legs, straining up towards his bare stomach.

Zhongli gives her a hot look and shifts her to the side on his lap, her crotch over his thigh. Then he begins to gently rock her on it. Thrilled, she moves her hips back and forth, pressing her core down hard as she grinds her sex on his leg. There’s gonna be a wet spot on his trousers.

He starts kissing her again, and this time, his tongue prods mischeviously into her mouth to stroke at her own. An aroused moan has him stiffening against her. She can’t keep up with these deep, intense kisses, and she breaks free to gasp for air.

“Just -ha- a second- Zhongli.”

“Mmhm.” He strokes the sensitive shell of her ear as he waits. She leans into his touch.

After a minute, he gently lifts her chin. “May I?”

She nods, and he’s back at her lips, kissing, licking, and gently biting and he coaxes her back down into the mindless haze of seduction. The friction of her grinding is tantalizing, but just a tease, and nowhere near the amount of pressure she would like. She squirms in his lap and whines into his mouth.

He chuckles in his deep baritone, a fond sound, and grasps her hips to shift her over and drag her sex up and down his clothed erection instead. It feels even better, and the pressed silhouette of his cock has her mind reeling at the size.

“Let me inside you, my love.” He says, breaking the kiss, and her heart soars at the endearment. “You will feel much better.”

“Okay.” She says bravely. “Just be gentle... go-go easy on me.”

“Of course.” He says, and unzips his pants, freeing his erection from its confines. It’s kind of hot how he keeps his pants on, somehow still elegant and refined even in such a lewd state. His cock is just as pale as the rest of his beautiful skin, but smooth and thick where it juts up from between his legs. The tip of it glistens with pre.

Zhongli helps her out of her undergarment, balancing her weight as she shrugs out of it and shimmies it down to slide off her legs. Now fully bare, he draws her into his arms in a tight embrace. Big man as he is, the hug almost completely envelops her.

“You are very, very beautiful.” He says sweetly into her ear, and she shivers at his deep voice. “I have dreamed of this...”

He lowers her down slowly, pressing the head of his member against her opening until her slick folds yield. She bites her lip at the stretch, making a distressed sound.

Zhongli licks two of his fingers and then reaches down to the apex of her sex and swirls them in circles over her bud, soothing her as he presses her down inch by inch. When he is hilted to the base, he gives her a moment to adjust to his girth, toying with her clit in rubbing motions. Every motion strokes the flames of fire growing in her stomach, and her pussy clenches down around him with an aroused squeeze.

“That’s it.” He murmurs, beginning to thrust shallowly. “Relax for me.”

When her walls no longer have so much give and his shaft slides easily in and out, he picks up the pace, hilting himself completely with each thrust now.

Lumine watches his length disappear inside her again and again, mesmerized. It starts to feel amazing when he hits a spot deep inside her, and she shivers at the sensation of it like it’s in her head. Unwittingly, she starts dropping her weight down on him, wanting to feel it more. But true to his promise to be gentle with her, it’s not quite hard enough.

“Go rougher.” She says, clutching his shoulders. “Please.”

He does, shifting his hands to palm her ass so that he can lift her up and down with more ease, and there’s a slapping sound at each contact. It’s stimulating that spot so well, and she moans out at the intense pleasure.

“Mo-more!” She pleads, pressure in her stomach coiling tighter.

Zhongli complies, slamming her down hard on his cock, grunting with the effort but barely breaking a sweat. She is shuddering and moaning in sweet pleasure, and he wants nothing more than to see her come apart on his dick.

Lumine withstands but five minutes of this, and she gasps and snaps her hips forward when she hits her climax, trembling all over as she lets out a weak moan. Her eyelids flutter, and drool leaks from the corner of her parted lips as the ecstasy steals her strength and coherence, leaving her body limp.

Zhongli pulls out of her and strokes himself to completion, pearly white streaks of cum dripping onto his spent lover’s stomach. He brushes the blonde bangs from Lumine’s damp forehead with a tender gesture.

“Come,” He says after a moment. “Let us bathe and take a rest.”

“You’ll have to carry me there.” Lumine says with a breathless smile. “I don’t think I can stand right now... and it has nothing to do with my aching feet.”

“Ah, yes.” He nods, looking the most chagrined she’s seen him yet. “I -ahem- can absolutely take care of that.”

#genshin impact #Genshin impact zhongli #zhongli x lumine #smut #alright all of you in my ask box come get your order while it’s hot lmao #would’ve made this zhongli x reader but two people in my inbox did specify they wanted Lumine so #here we are