#(side note it was so hard to find a gif for ff)

[escapades-to-rivendell]

10 favorite TV shows

Rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag 10 people.

Thank you @outercrasis for the tag!! This made me realize how much TV I don't watch lol it was so hard to come up with 10 shows

Tagging @i-believe-in-unicorns-and-you @fromthepracticeroomfloor @tchaikovsgay @blackcat2016 and anyone else who would like to play :)

[novaursa]

I have way to many idea so sorry for everything I’m going to send you 👉🏼👈🏼

Aemond x Niece (maybe a Nyra x daemon before her wedding!?)

He’s obsessed with her, she represents everything he want, she’s a perfect Targaryen white hair, purple eyes, huge dragon vermithor or cannibal?

But she’s engaged to Jace and he hate the fact that she is “given” to a bastard. So he tried by all things to make her his, he wish so hard to be found with her in a bad position that they obliged them to get married.

He make sure that Larys Steong see them, he even say to the maester to give her moon tee or medicinal herb for morning sickness ?! Otto find that about the maester and decided to marry them ( daemon and nyra are not ok they say It not real) and aemond took that personally and decided that they will have a child right now 🫣

The Dragon's Mark

- Summary: When Aemond found out about your betrothal to Jacaerys, he knew how all seven hells could not hold him back from taking what was rightfully his.

- Paring: niece!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Note: Reader is the firstborn child of Rhaenyra. She had a reader with Daemon before she involved herself with Harwin Strong. Daemon legitimized the reader. For more of my works visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 4 000+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

- A/N: I've changed the thing with a Maester to make it more believable. I hope you don't mind.

Aemond sat across from his mother, Dowager Queen Alicent, and his grandsire, Ser Otto Hightower, in the great hall of the Red Keep. The torchlight cast shadows over their faces, making their expressions harder to read, not that Aemond was paying much attention. Their voices drifted to him as if through a thick fog, muffled and distant. He stared at the tapestry on the wall opposite, its intricate designs of dragons entwined in battle barely registering in his mind. His thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by the image of you.

You, to him, were the embodiment of Valyrian perfection, a true daughter of Old Valyria. Your silver hair fell in soft waves, catching the light like molten silver, and your violet eyes held the depth of the ancient Targaryen bloodline. You are more than a princess; you are power personified, a dragonrider of Vermithor, the mighty bronze beast who had bonded with you when you were but a girl. Aemond could still remember the first time he had seen you astride Vermithor, your small form commanding the great dragon with ease, your expression fierce and unyielding.

Now, you are a woman grown, and in Aemond's eyes, you are perfect. You are the one he deserves, a match that would not only strengthen the bloodline but would also solidify his place in their shared history. He could see it so clearly in his mind: you by his side, the two of you ruling as a power unmatched, with dragons and fire at your command. 

The thought of you set a slow burn within him, a mix of admiration and desire. He had always been captivated by your strength, your beauty, and the fire in your spirit that matched his own. You are everything he had ever wanted, everything he needed. A true Targaryen, unmarred by the weaknesses of others. Aemond clenched his jaw, pushing down the surge of emotions that threatened to spill over.

His attention snapped back to the present as his mother's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and clear. 

"...Rhaenyra has decided to marry her daughter to Jacaerys," Alicent said, her tone carefully neutral, but there was a hint of distaste in her eyes. 

Aemond's world tilted on its axis, the words crashing over him like a wave. His blood ran cold as the realization settled in. Rhaenyra intended to wed her daughter, you, the one Aemond desired above all others, to that bastard Jacaerys. His hands curled into fists on the table, the knuckles white as the force of his anger rose within him, threatening to consume him whole.

"A match to solidify her claim, no doubt," Otto added, his voice dry and calculated as always. "She seeks to ensure her line continues to hold power, binding her daughter to her eldest son."

Aemond could barely hear them now over the roaring in his ears. The thought of you, bound to Jacaerys, of the union of your bloodlines through a marriage that had nothing to do with honor or strength but everything to do with Rhaenyra's desperate attempt to secure her position—it was unbearable. 

His mind raced with images of Jacaerys, the boy who had always stood in his way, who had always been favored despite the question of his parentage, despite his weaknesses. And now, to think that he would have you, the woman Aemond had longed for, the woman who should have been his—!

"Aemond." Alicent's voice broke through his fury, pulling his gaze to her. She looked at him with concern, as if sensing the turmoil within him. "What are you thinking?"

Aemond blinked, his breath coming in sharp, controlled breaths as he forced himself to calm. He could not reveal the depth of his feelings here, not now. He met his mother's gaze, his expression hardening into a mask of indifference.

"Nothing, mother," he said, his voice low and measured. "Only that Rhaenyra's choices will bring about her own downfall."

Alicent frowned slightly, but before she could press further, Otto interjected, his eyes narrowing as he studied his grandson. "This marriage will complicate things, Aemond. We must be cautious in how we respond. Rhaenyra seeks to bind the loyalty of her supporters through this match."

Aemond nodded stiffly, though his thoughts were still far from the politics of it all. He would not let this happen. He would not allow Jacaerys to take what should be his. 

"Perhaps," Aemond began slowly, "we should consider our own alliances more carefully. There are other ways to weaken Rhaenyra's position."

Otto raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the shift in Aemond's tone. "What do you suggest?"

Aemond met his grandsire's gaze, a plan already forming in his mind, a way to ensure that you would not be lost to him, that Jacaerys would not win. His lips curled into a small, cold smile.

"There are always ways to turn the tide," he said softly. "We need only find the right pressure points."

Alicent looked between them, her unease growing, but Aemond paid her no mind. His thoughts were solely on you, on the woman who had unknowingly claimed his heart. He would have you, no matter the cost. You will be his, and nothing, not even Rhaenyra’s schemes, would stand in his way.

The fire in the hearth crackled softly as you sat at your vanity, the brush gliding through your long, silver hair. Each stroke was methodical, a ritual you found soothing as the day's events faded into the quiet of the evening. You took a deep breath, savoring the calm, but beneath the surface, your thoughts were a swirling current of unspoken feelings, thoughts that often turned to him—Aemond.

The quiet attraction you felt for him had always been there, lurking in the periphery of your mind, but never voiced, never acted upon. There was something in the way he carried himself, the intensity of his gaze, that made your heart quicken whenever he was near. Yet, the distance between you had always remained, unbridgeable, or so you had thought.

You placed the brush down, your hair now smooth and shining in the firelight, ready to retire for the night. But just as you were about to stand, a knock echoed through the chamber, pulling you from your reverie. You frowned, surprised by the interruption at this hour. Before you could respond, the door creaked open, and there he was, Aemond, standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"Aemond," you whispered, your voice betraying a hint of the surprise you felt.

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His presence filled the space, commanding yet silent, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. His eye, that piercing violet eye, locked onto yours, and you felt your breath catch. There was something different about him tonight, an intensity that set your heart racing.

"I... wasn't expecting you," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond moved closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "I needed to see you," he said quietly, his tone carrying a weight that made your pulse quicken. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from him, the scent of leather and smoke clinging to his clothes.

You swallowed, your mind racing as he reached out, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it sent a shiver down your spine. There was something in his eye, a hunger, a longing that mirrored the unspoken desires you had kept locked away for so long.

"I've thought about you," you admitted softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "But I never—"

He silenced you with a look, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw before tilting your chin up, his gaze darkening. "No more words," he murmured, and then his lips were on yours, claiming them with a fervor that took your breath away.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, a rush of heat and need that left you dizzy. You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his tunic. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, and you felt the world narrow down to just the two of you, the fire, and the beating of your hearts.

When he finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to steady yourself. But before you could speak, before you could mention the name that had been on your mind earlier, he shook his head.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't want to hear his name tonight."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken plea, and let the thought of Jacaerys fade away, replaced by the man before you, the man who had captured your heart without either of you realizing it.

Aemond's hands moved to the ties of your gown, his fingers deftly undoing the knots, and you felt your pulse quicken as the fabric slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. You shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity of his gaze as he took in the sight of you, bared before him. There was a reverence in his eyes, a deep appreciation that made your cheeks flush with heat.

He shed his own tunic, revealing the lean, strong lines of his body, the scars that marked him only adding to the allure. You reached out, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. It was all so surreal, so perfect, that you almost feared it was a dream.

Aemond's hands were gentle as he led you to the bed, laying you down with a care that made your heart ache. He moved over you, his gaze softening as he positioned himself between your legs, his body pressing against yours in a way that felt both new and familiar, as if you were made to fit together.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, his eye searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You nodded, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over the smooth skin just beneath his patch. "Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want this, Aemond. I want you."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss as he entered you slowly, the sensation both sharp and sweet, a mingling of pleasure and pain as he took your maidenhead. You gasped, clutching at his shoulders, but the discomfort quickly faded, replaced by a sense of fullness, of completeness, as he buried himself deep within you.

Aemond stilled for a moment, his breathing ragged as he took in the sight of you beneath him, your hair spread out like a silver halo on the pillow, your eyes wide with trust and desire. The knowledge that you were his, that you had given yourself to him, filled him with a satisfaction that went beyond mere conquest. It was everything he had ever imagined, and more.

Tomorrow, he knew, the servants who served Larys Strong would change the sheets, and the evidence of your union would be seen by those who needed to know. But for now, all that mattered was the here and now, the way you felt beneath him, the way your body responded to his.

You urged him to move, your hips shifting beneath him, and he obliged, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had you both gasping for breath. The pleasure built between you, a slow burn that grew hotter with every thrust, every kiss, until it was all-consuming.

Aemond was lost in the sensation, the feel of you, the sound of your breathless moans, the way your bodies moved together in perfect harmony. It was everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever dreamed of, and more. He could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting as you both neared the edge.

As you reached the pinnacle, your release washing over you in a wave of pleasure, he buried his face in your neck, his voice rough with emotion as he urged you to call his name, to let the world know who you belonged to. "Say my name," he breathed, his words a plea and a command all at once.

"Aemond," you gasped, your voice breaking as you clung to him, your body trembling with the force of your release. "Aemond, please..."

And then he was there, the last threads of his control snapping as he spilled himself inside you, his own release ripping through him with a force that left him trembling. Your name was on his lips, a whispered prayer, a declaration of everything he felt, everything he could never put into words.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths, the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the lingering echoes of pleasure that pulsed through your veins. Aemond held you close, his forehead resting against yours as you both came down from the heights of your passion.

In that moment, there were no words, no need for them. Everything you had ever wanted, everything you had ever felt, was conveyed in the way you held each other, in the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, so naturally.

As you drifted into sleep, Aemond's arms wrapped around you, you knew that everything had changed, and there was no going back.

The morning arrived as Aemond moved with purposeful strides. His mind was sharp, focused, each step a calculated part of the plan he had set into motion. The events of the previous night played over in his mind, not with regret, but with satisfaction. Everything was unfolding exactly as he had intended.

He turned a corner and spotted Grand Maester Mellos in the distance, the elderly man’s stooped figure moving slowly down the hall. Aemond quickened his pace, his boots echoing against the stone floor, and within moments, he was at the Maester’s side.

“Grand Maester Mellos,” Aemond greeted, his voice measured and calm, though there was an undercurrent of urgency that could not be missed.

The Maester looked up, startled by the sudden appearance of the prince. “Prince Aemond,” he replied, bowing his head slightly in respect. “How may I assist you this morning?”

Aemond’s expression was inscrutable as he spoke, his voice low, as if to ensure their conversation remained private. “I require your expertise, Maester. There is a matter concerning Princess Y/N—my niece—that needs your immediate attention.”

Mellos frowned, his brow furrowing in concern. “Of course, Your Grace. What seems to be the issue? Is Princess Y/N unwell?”

Aemond shook his head, his gaze intense as he met the Maester’s eyes. “No, she is not unwell. However, I wish for her to be examined… to ensure that she has not been harmed.”

Mellos’ confusion deepened, and he tilted his head slightly, trying to understand. “Harmed, Your Grace? I do not follow. What examination, exactly, do you require?”

Aemond hesitated for only a fraction of a second before he continued, his voice steady and deliberate. “Last night, she and I... shared an intimate moment. I want to ensure that she was not hurt during our union, that she was not harmed in any way.”

The Maester’s face went pale, the full implication of Aemond’s words sinking in. His eyes widened slightly, and he took an involuntary step back, his hand trembling as he clutched the folds of his robes.

“Your Grace…” Mellos began, his voice shaky as he tried to comprehend the gravity of what had been revealed to him. “You… you wish for me to confirm that Princess Y/N was… that she…?”

Aemond’s gaze remained fixed on the Maester, his expression unwavering. “Yes,” he said simply, allowing the full weight of his words to settle between them. “I want you to ensure that she was not harmed. And if any trace of injury is found, I want you to inform me immediately.”

Mellos looked as though he might faint, the color draining from his face entirely. His mind raced, trying to grasp the enormity of what Aemond was asking, and the consequences that would follow. The bloodied sheets, the confirmation from the Grand Maester—these were not just symbols of a consummated union; they were a declaration of intent, a claim that could not be ignored by either Otto Hightower or Rhaenyra Targaryen.

“I… I understand, Your Grace,” Mellos stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper. “But, Prince Aemond, surely you realize that such news… it will reach the ears of the Queen, and Prince Daemon…”

Aemond’s lips curled into a faint smile, though there was no warmth in it. “That is precisely what I intend, Maester. The sheets will speak for themselves, and your examination will confirm what is already known. My niece is now mine, and any plans to wed her to Jacaerys must be reconsidered.”

Mellos swallowed hard, the implications of Aemond’s words weighing heavily on him. The Prince’s plan was clear now, as was the role he had unwittingly been drawn into. The Maester nodded slowly, realizing that there was no turning back from what had been set in motion.

“As you wish, Your Grace,” Mellos finally said, his voice hoarse. “I shall see to it immediately.”

Aemond inclined his head, satisfied that his instructions would be carried out. He could see the fear in the Maester’s eyes, the way his hands shook ever so slightly as he turned to leave. But that fear was necessary, a tool to ensure that the plan would proceed without a hitch.

“Thank you, Grand Maester,” Aemond said, his voice as smooth as silk. “I trust that you will handle this matter with the utmost discretion.”

Mellos nodded quickly, his face still ashen as he hurried away, his steps faltering as though the weight of what he now carried was too much to bear.

Aemond watched him go, a sense of triumph settling over him. The seeds had been sown, and soon enough, they would bear the fruit he desired. His grandsire would be forced to recognize the union, and Rhaenyra would have no choice but to break the engagement to Jacaerys. There would be no way to deny him now.

As he turned and walked back down the corridor, a sense of satisfaction filled him. Everything was falling into place, just as he had envisioned. And as for the flushed and worried Grand Maester, he was merely the first to feel the ripple effects of the plan Aemond had so carefully crafted. Soon, everyone would understand that you belonged to him, and no one—not Jacaerys, not Rhaenyra, not even Daemon—could take you away from him now.

Aemond entered the chamber, summoned by his grandsire. The usual sense of foreboding that accompanied meetings in the Tower of the Hand was magnified tenfold by the figures waiting inside. Otto Hightower stood near the center of the room, his expression grave, while beside him stood Rhaenyra, her face a mask of barely concealed fury. But it was Daemon, pacing like a caged beast, whose presence dominated the space, his anger felt in the air.

Aemond, however, was unperturbed. He walked with measured steps, his posture erect, his face a picture of calm satisfaction. His eye met Daemon’s, and he could see the rage simmering there, a wildfire barely restrained. Aemond’s lips curled into a slight smile, knowing full well that it would only infuriate Daemon further.

“You summoned me, grandsire?” Aemond’s voice was even, respectful, but with an edge of smugness that did not go unnoticed.

Otto cleared his throat, his gaze flicking between the furious Targaryens and his grandson. “Aemond, it has come to my attention—” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “It has come to my attention, through certain… whispers, that Grand Maester Orwyle was called upon this morning to examine Princess Y/N. An examination that has confirmed… certain truths.”

Rhaenyra’s fists clenched at her sides, her violet eyes blazing with a fury that matched the fire of the dragons themselves. “How dare you,” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “How dare you lay a hand on her!”

Before Aemond could respond, Daemon stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword, Dark Sister. His face was a mask of barely restrained violence, and for a moment, it seemed he might strike Aemond down where he stood.

“Daemon,” Otto warned, his voice firm, though there was a thread of unease beneath it. “Violence will solve nothing here.”

“Violence is all I see fit to deal with this insolent whelp!” Daemon barked, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “He dares to defile my daughter, and you expect me to stand idly by?”

Aemond, unflinching, met Daemon’s gaze head-on, his own expression hardening. “I have done what was necessary, uncle,” he said coolly. “She is mine now, and there is nothing you can do to change that.”

Rhaenyra’s voice broke through the tension, sharp and cold. “Her betrothal to Jacaerys has been agreed upon for years. You cannot simply cast that aside as if it means nothing.”

Otto interjected, his voice measured, though the urgency was clear. “In light of these recent events, the betrothal to Prince Jacaerys must be reconsidered. It is in the best interest of both houses that Princess Y/N and Prince Aemond are wed, to avoid any… further complications.”

Daemon’s eyes flashed with a deadly light as he turned on Otto. “You would sell my daughter to this boy after what he has done? You forget yourself, Hightower. She will not be tangled into your schemes!”

Aemond stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “This is not a matter of scheming, uncle. It is done. She is mine now, and there is nothing that can undo it. You cannot deny what has been consummated.”

Daemon’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, but he did not draw it. Aemond’s words, as blunt and provocative as they were, held the weight of truth, and that was what infuriated Daemon most of all.

“The marriage must happen,” Otto pressed, sensing the shift in the room. “And it should happen soon, before word spreads and this matter becomes a scandal that neither house can afford.”

Aemond did not miss the opportunity to twist the knife deeper. “Indeed,” he said, his voice smooth, dripping with a satisfaction that only inflamed Daemon’s ire further. “The ceremony should be conducted in the traditions of old Valyria, where fire and blood bind us as one. And it should be done with haste.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the room before delivering the final blow. “For I hope that soon, another dragon will be born of our union.”

The implication hung heavy in the air, and Rhaenyra’s face turned ashen, her fury giving way to something colder, more calculating. Daemon, however, looked ready to strike again, his entire body tensed with the desire to lash out, to wipe that smug look off Aemond’s face.

But Aemond stood tall, his gaze steady, unflinching in the face of Daemon’s rage. He knew he had won. The plan had worked flawlessly. The whispers from Larys Strong, the bloodied sheets, the Maester’s examination—all had been carefully orchestrated to force this very outcome.

A tense silence stretched between them, thick and oppressive, until finally, it was Rhaenyra who spoke, her voice cold and sharp as a blade. “If this is to be done,” she said, “it will be done according to our customs, and with the respect due to our house. But know this, Aemond—should you ever bring harm to my daughter, not even your dragon will save you from my wrath.”

Aemond inclined his head slightly, accepting her warning with the same unyielding calm he had maintained throughout. “As you wish, sister. I will see to it that Y/N is treated with the honor she deserves.”

Daemon said nothing, but the look he leveled at Aemond spoke volumes. It was a promise, a vow that if Aemond ever crossed a line, there would be a reckoning, and it would be brutal.

But for now, Aemond had what he wanted. He had claimed you, and soon, the two of you will be bound in marriage. The thought of it sent a thrill of triumph through him, and though he kept his expression carefully neutral, inside, he reveled in his victory.

Otto, sensing that the matter was settled, nodded gravely. “Then it is decided. The preparations will begin at once.”

Without another word, Aemond turned and left the chamber, leaving behind a flushed, furious Daemon and a conflicted Rhaenyra. He knew that the days ahead would be tense, that there would be fallout from his actions, but none of it mattered now. You were his, and soon the world would see it, would understand that he was not to be trifled with.

And as he walked away, his thoughts were already on the future, on the life he would build with you, a future forged in fire and blood, just as the old ways dictated.

[x-0ophelia0-x]

Ezra is 1000000% the type to basically become Gomez Addams once he’s in a relationship~

You know those scenes where Gomez & Morticia are fencing and dancing at the same time.. yeah that.. but with Ezra and a Force sensitive Reader, it’s Lightsabers~

They are unashamedly in Love~ pda is just their reality~ always very respectful of each other~ and rarely ever seen apart from each other~

the dance of love.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none, fluff

word count: 1,2 k

summary: Ezra‘s and your relationship could easily be described with just one word. Affection. One of your training sessions become the very example of how obvious your affection for one another is and it ends with a long cuddle session.

authors note: I actually never watched the Addams Family movies xd Had to search a lot for the scene and I still couldn’t find it- I mean I found one where Morticia and Gomez danced but they weren’t fencing in that one qwq

The ending was an last second addition, the actual story of the request had only around 800 words sooo I thought of a small addition to get them to 1000 and ended up with writing a total of 400 words more 💀

anywayyyy

this is the second ff of the december special :D

enjoyyy <3

It was a sight to behold.

Nothing else mattered in this very moment, the galaxie‘s problems, Thrawn, Vader, nothing.

It was just them.

y/n and Ezra.

One might even say that the time itself stopped when they were together.

Right now was just one of these many moments.

That what was seen could’ve been described as the elegance of love at it‘s purest form.

But once again… what is elegance exactly?

These dances, singers, high end dresses or fashion labels seemed to be way to cliche for this.

No.

This was another kind of it.

More of an emotion then of anything else.

It was affection.

The room was filled with tension as y/n and Ezra once again trained with their lightsabers. 

It wasn’t the type of tension which made you feel uneasy though, no, it was the opposite.

Whoever took the wrong turn and ended up at their training ground would report the exact same reaction.

Goosebumps would start to form on them.

Their training wasn’t just a ‚training‘.

These too were deep in love with one another and it was quite obvious.

The way how they were fighting against each other, try to file their skills to protect their future.. it was breathtaking. 

They‘d always start slow. 

Ezra would attack while y/n would dodge each strike.

When he got close enough, he didn’t let his chance pass by and pressed soft kisses on her arm while he positioned himself to the other side.

You would gladly let him do as he wish, enjoying the way how he made you feel.

It didn’t matter how long you were dating, he still made you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach and you knew that he’d be the one to catch them with his hugs and return them with his kisses.

After his affectionate actions that sadly only lasted for a few seconds, you’d be returning to your training, striking and dodging each others attacks. 

He now took a step back so that you’d loose your balance due to his missing figure, striking right into the air while you tripped on your own steps.

He was quick to catch you, leading to you now starring right into his beautiful blue hues.

„Your eyes are beautiful“

„Says the most adorable being of this universe“

„They’re like endless oceans, bringing peace and freedom to whoever looks into them“

„And you definitely read way to many romance books my love“

„There’s never too many, fantasy romance books are like a door into a new reality.. a safe place for everyone and guess what“

„What?“

His voice was playful while his eyes continued to shine brighter then the night sky.

Ohhh you fell hard but believe me, he fell harder.

„You are my safe place and your eyes are my door into a better reality“

It was safe to say that your training sessions were kind of romantic.

You continued your sword fight, learnt more and more techniques and parred each strike flawlessly.

Your lightsaber training didn’t even look like one as much as it should.

It was more of a dance, even if you used your lightsabers, you two did it with such a grace that even Hera was moved.

„How did your force using skills improve?“

Ezra was the one to break the once so peaceful silence while they had to finish their fight because both of their lightsabers tips were aimed at their faces.

„I don’t know..“

You didn’t finish your sentence and guessed that it’d be better for him to see your improvement.

With the raise of you hand you gently used the force to lift him up and bring him closer to you.

„What would you say dear?“

Ezra had the perfect response.

He too raised his hand and used the force to bring you closer to him.

When you both ‚stood‘ just inches apart from each other, you simultaneously dropped your hands and stopped your use of the force.

You fell into his arms and he in yours.

„I could stay forever like this you know“

„I know.. I know“

„Then you wouldn’t mind if we’d stay here like this for a while?“

You turned your face to his, looking with puppy eyes at him, knowing that he couldn’t say no to you whenever you used this card.

„How could I say no to you? But..“

„But..?“

He smiled down at you, pulling you closer to him, whispering something into your ears.

„But.. we could also cuddle in our comfy bed?“

Your eyes lit up at his offer and you nodded as if there was no tomorrow.

„What are we waiting for then?? Let’s goo!“

„Wellllll“

Oh no.

What was it again?

„Well?“

„Welllllll, we still have to-“

„do nothing and just go? Yeah! That was my thought too!“

„Wait what are you-“

You didn’t let him finish as you grabbed his arm and ran off.

Hera and Kanan walked by the door as you nearly sprinted into them.

„Hey! Why are you in such a hurry?“

Kanan asked Ezra, knowing that he’d be more likely to give him an honest answer compared to you.

„Ahhh Kanan! It’s so nice to meet you here, isn’t this hallwa-“

„Cut the crap Ezra, aren’t you two supposed to be training right now?“

„Yes“

You said bluntly, checking if there are any more persons that may stop you after you ran past your crew mates.

„Alright then, what are you doing out here?“

„Enjoying our life, you know, our youth and so on, the beautiful gift of-“

„Okay okay! Continue whatever you were doing. Force you need to work on your excuses, both of you“

Interrupted you Hera as you gratefully nodded and once again grabbed Ezra’s arm to get to your long awaited cuddle time.

„He really wanted to distract us with the hallway“

„This kid.. he is even worse then this golden nugget of an oversized droid“

„Just like his master“

Kanan raised his eyebrow at this and turned his head to her.

„What do you mean by that?“

„Oh come on, don’t you remember the time where an imp catched you off guard and Ezra had to literally play your son or whatever excuse he came up with to drag you out of there? Or the other time when-„

„Allright, I’ve got my lesson“

She laughed at him, knowing that she once again managed to shut him up.

„I‘ll take this as a win“

„Whatever makes you happy“

You and Ezra at the meantime reached your cabin and didn’t wait any longer.

He was holding you as you curled up against him, cuddling the hell lit of each other.

At some point the both of you grew very tired and you were the first to close your eyes.

„Good night my dearest hallway inspector“

„Good night my dear“

The next thing he heard was your breathing as you fell asleep, leaning you head against his chest.

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered sweet little nothings into your ear as he dozed off too. 

[salarta]

hi hi!

is it just me or have i just grown bored of the new x-men 97 show? its just the same all over again with the 90s cartoon, just a few elements changed and ANNOYING cameos. like ffs these cameos are such beloved characters and they sideline them so much.

im a huge polaris fan and the injustice she gets done in TV is just idk-

i dont want lorna to be treated as a side character anymore, she deserves to be a main character for once, especially in the mcu. Its so hard finding people out there who like lorna. they always ask "who is that?“ "oh is that the green wanda?“ or something like that.

in wolverine and the x-men she was just potrayed as this naive little girl. and just deserved so much more screentime.

currently just disliking how they choose to ignore lorna as if she isnt a big part of magnetos story.

Thats all, i would love to hear your thoughts on this <33

I'm responding to your inbox as I read it, so I might say something and then find out you talked about it or it doesn't apply when I get to the next part.

Honestly, I have enough experience now with Marvelthink (since 2009) that I know when they're hyping up a 90s connection like this, it means it's going to be mired in too much nostalgia. So I didn't plan on watching X-Men 97 even before it was announced. That doesn't mean they couldn't have swayed me to change my mind and watch it - I originally avoided Wolverine and the X-Men for overemphasizing Wolverine but came around to it because of good work for Lorna - but I expected bad things and they've proven me right so far.

Lorna's in a better position overall today than she was when I found out about her. It might not seem like it, but more people do know she exists. And before Wanda became more popular and gained more awareness, the more common derogatory comparison was "Magneto with boobs."

I was alright with WatXM. Mainly because a) it was an AU version of her that was younger (I think even younger than when she was introduced in the comics), and b) it hit on the most important character moments and developments for her. She was part of Genosha, she's a survivor of the genocide, she's also Magneto's daughter alongside the twins, etc. I feel she would've had really good development in the seasons to follow if they had happened.

Comparing that to X-Men 97, which is so obsessed with nostalgia and regressive attitudes (even while claiming the mantle of progressive) that they refuse to respect Lorna's character and development beyond that framework. Beau DeMayo and his people on the show made it very clear that they see Lorna primarily as a supporting character for Havok on X-Factor. Which is quite frankly also mired in sexism even if they tell themselves they can't be sexist, "I treated this other female character well so I can't be sexist," etc.

Another person I chatted with elsewhere mentioned that since Beau DeMayo was fired before the cartoon started airing, maybe the new showrunner will fix the damage Beau did and do things right. It's a possibility, but I only see it really working out if the cartoon acknowledges Lorna as a survivor of the Genoshan genocide by middle of season 2 AND gives that story a lot more space than it would've had if they had simply acknowledged it in season 1. My comparison point is Barb from Stranger Things. The Stranger Things showrunners didn't realize how much people would care about Barb, and committed to giving her more respect in the second season.

Overall, I think X-Men 97 is run by people who have their heads stuck in the past, willing to exploit newer material like the Genoshan genocide to get more buzz but not actually respect its weight and dimensions in any truly substantial way.

Which, on that note, another common thing people often say to try to defend shit like what X-Men 97 pulled is to tell themselves and others that what was done in that depiction is the best it could've been done. The reality in cases like this is it could've been done a hell of a lot better, but being an uncritical fan puts blinders on a person. Don't wanna end up in a position where they have to critically think about the content beyond absorbing and loving it, don't have to understand why other people would have a problem with how things were done.

I think that's all I've got for now. Hopefully the new showrunner doesn't suck ass like Beau, and hopefully the MCU cares more about quality and care where Lorna can come into it than about feeding nostalgia boners of people who don't want to move past where their heads were at 30 years ago.

[joekeerysguitar]

the real way to love someone

authors note: hi guys! i just wanted to thank everyone who has read my last fanfiction, i am beyond thrilled with the outcome! i literally love you guys so much! anyway, hope you enjoy! -nina <3

overview: steve your best-friend finds you reading a romance novel in the library. he believes the book is bogus and wants to show you “the real way to love someone” by taking you out for a night.. and.. his way may be even better than the book…

steve harrington ff, best friends to lovers, steve harrington x y/n, lots of fluff, romance, use of y/n

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It was quite a rainy day in Hawkins, Indiana as you take your favorite spot next to the window in the Hawkins High School Library. The library was quiet per usual, a few students browsing the aisles while others sat and chatted with their friends. You just stared out into the parking lot watching as students covered their heads with bags, jackets, and books as they ran to either the buses or their cars.

Grabbing your maroon backpack off the ground you place it on your lap as you unzip the front pocket. Reaching inside you grab your book you have been waiting to continue reading since you had to quickly stuff it in your bag before school. Pulling out the colorful hard covered book titled “All I Need Is You” you quickly open to your bookmark and continue to read.

While reading through the pages you start to envision yourself as the main girl.

“Hi James!” Jessica (or you) exclaim as you lean up against the locker.

“Morning babe!” James says as he leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

Oh how you wish to have a relationship.

You get engrossed within the chapter until you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You get startled and jump at the touch. Looking behind your right shoulder, standing there is your best-friend… Steve Harrington.

“Didn’t mean to scare you!” Steve says laughing at your reaction.

Getting all red and embarrassed (and probably blushing too), you complain “Dude come on, I was at a good part.”

Sitting down at the chair next to you, Steve leans over the arm to peek over at what you’re reading.

“Whatcha reading?” He says, squinting his eyes to read the small letters.

You close the book and place it next to you, out of sight and out of reach. “Nothing.” You smile looking at him as he gives you a “seriously” look.

Reaching over your lap he tries to grab the book to see the title. “Jesus Y/N, why are you being so secretive. I’m your literal bestfriend and it’s a book.” He complains giving up and getting out of your personal space.

“You’ll probably make fun of me.” You say hiding your face with your hands. Taking this as an opportunity, Steve reaches over and grabs the book from your side.

“Got it.” He says triumphantly beaming and holding it up in the air. You groan as you peek out from your fingers covering your face to watch him read the title.

“Hmm..” Is all he says.

“Steveeee!” You whine dragging out his name.

“You’re reading romance.” He says looking over to smirk at you.

Jesus Christ that smirk makes you want to melt… every. single. time.

You grow red in the face embarrassed.

“These are bogus anyway.” Steve says placing the book down and scoffing.

“No they’re not.” You retort grabbing your book from the table in front of you two and shoving it to your chest.

“It’s all fake relationships. It’s cheesy and stereotyped. It’s not true love.” He says looking at the book folded on your chest and then back at your eyes.

“But it’s cute. I don’t even know the difference, I haven’t even been in a relationship before.” You say sadly pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

A lightbulb goes off in Steve’s head.

He is going to give his best-friend, the most beautiful person in the entire world, the person he wanted to date ever since he laid his pretty brown eyes on you…

…the most perfect first date of your entire life!

“Y/N, we’ll I have been in plenty of relationships before.” You roll your eyes at this. “I mean, if you really want to know what a true relationship is like… i’ll take you out on your first date.”

This sentence alone made your heart feel like it was going to pop out of your chest and land in the middle of the library floor.

Your eyes widen at his statement.

A date? With the Steve Harrington?

He adds “Well as friends of course.”

He was lying to your face.

And, you felt sad. You didn’t just want it to be friends.

But little did you know.

You smile brightly at him. “I’m in.” You reply unable to stop smiling. You feel like your walking on clouds.

“Perfect. What do you say about 6:00 pm on Friday?” He replies smiling back unable to contain his emotions.

“Works with me.” You say excitedly.

It was official.

You were going on your first date!

•••

Standing at your closet with both of your hands on your hips you just stared at the clothes unable to decide what to wear. It was slowly inching towards 5:30 once you decided on an outfit.

Taking the more classy route you decided on a red flowy dress with black flats. After getting changed you walked to the bathroom to do your hair. Placing your curly brunette hair in a half up half down style with a red clip, you took out your makeup bag. You put on mascara, a light colored eye shadow, blush, and lipgloss. Right as you finished putting away everything and cleaning up the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” You yell through the house as you hurry to the door unlocking and opening it.

Standing there was Steve in a maroon dress shirt and black dress pants. His hair was all perfect with every single strand in place. He was smiling holding a bouquet of roses.

All you could do is smile and blush. And try not to melt into a giant puddle on the ground.

“Good evening Y/N!” He said looking at your outfit handing you the roses. “Looking gorgeous as always!”

You were the prettiest person he has ever seen and tonight Steve was determined to treat you the way that any man should.

Blushing you reply, “Good evening Steve!” as you cradle the roses in one arm. Yelling goodbye to your parents you walk out and shut the door.

Steve gestures his hand out for you to take. Taking his hand, you both intertwine your fingers as he walks over to the passenger side of his car. He opens it for you and steps out of the way to let you in. You breathlessly say “Thanks!” as he lets go of your hand and shuts the door smiling with an adored stare.

Your heart is beating really fast and your stomach is flooding with butterflies. It’s been two minutes.

Getting into the drivers seat, he buckles up and puts the keys into the ignition. Looking at you with his typical adoring stare he goes “Ready?”

You look at him trying not to get lost in his brown eyes. “As ready as Ill ever be.”

And you two were off.

“Where exactly are we going?” You ask Steve as he approaches a red light. He looks over to you and smiles suggestively.

“Enzo’s.” He replies looking you straight in the eyes.

He wants to give you the absolute best. Even if that means spending a fortune at dinner.

“Steveeee, Enzo’s is so expensive.” You whine as your drag out your words. “I’ll pay you back for my meal.”

Steve grabs your hand. “Y/N, please just let me treat you. You aren’t buying a single thing. I told you tonight would be all about you.” Butterflies course through your stomach at his touch as you smile. He smiles back at you letting go of your hand once the light turns green.

A few minutes later you pulled into the parking lot of the typically busy Enzo’s Restaurant. Once Steve parked the car you both get out.

It was quite a chilly night and unfortunately you did not bring a sweater. You shiver as the cold pricks your skin like a needle.

Steve notices as he walks next to you.

He’s only been friends with you for years now. He notices everything. He could read you like a book. He knows every emotion or slight movement. So shivering wasn’t too hard to assume.

Without asking, he wraps his arm around your shoulder guiding you towards his body to brush up against his. You look up at him gratefully as you feel warmer just by his body heat.

He unwraps his arm once you reach the door. Quickening his pace to open the door before you get there, he grabs the handle and opens it gesturing his hand inside. “After you.” He says smiling.

It was very fancy inside. A big chandelier in the center of the restaurant. Every booth and table was red adored with a candle in the center of each. It was busy for a Friday night, you could definitely tell all the ritzy people at there. Women had pearl necklaces on with fancy dresses. Men wore suits with expensive watches. They drank expensive wine as they laughed and chatted about taxes or recipes they recently found.

“Thank you!” You reply walking inside to the hostess stand.

“Table for two.” You tell her as she smiles grabbing two menus.

“Follow me.” The hostess says bringing you to a small booth in the corner of the restaurant. Placing the menus down and silverware, she moves so both of you can sit. “Enjoy!” She says before walking away.

Both of you looked at the menus.

“The menu is huge.” You exclaim flipping through the laminated pages. There was chicken, pasta, salad, pizza, wine, beer, fancy alcoholic drinks, etc .

“Get whatever you want.” Steve says looking up from his menu to look at you.

Jesus Christ you looked so fucking beautiful.

Hair slightly draped over your face as you read the menu. He watched your gaze and facial reactions as you read the details to each of the plates. He noticed your nose slightly crinkle at ingredients you found gross and your eyes widen at food you might enjoy. You must of felt his gaze because you looked up. Steve still can’t pull his eyes away from you. He was caught red handed. Looking up at him you smile a toothy grin, the one that makes his heart skip a beat.

He is so goddamn in love with you.

The waitress comes over to the table to take your drink order.

Steve looks at you to go first.

“I’ll have a water with lemon please.” You reply politely.

The waitress writes down what you would like. You look at Steve as he orders a Coke. Once the waitress walks away you look at Steve and he looks at you.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” You ask Steve as he flips through the menu once more.

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna get the gnocchi.” He replies. “You?”

“I’m gonna get the lasagna. It looks pretty appetizing.” You say. He smiles at you.

Once the waiter returns with your drinks she takes your orders. You both patiently wait for the meals.

“What else do you have planned tonight?” You ask propping your head up with your hands underneath your chin.

You look so freaking cute. Steve cannot handle it.

“Top secret information.” Steve says with a suggestive smirk.

You roll your eyes and smile.

Once your food comes out you both dig in.

“How is it?” Steve says with a mouthful of gnocchi that makes his cheeks look chubby. You just wanna squeeze them.

“Mhm..” You reply swallowing your food. “Good.”

“You’ve got a little something.” Steve says incoherently with his mouth full.

“What?” You ask unable to hear him.

He places his fork down and reaches his arm across the table. Using the pad of his thumb he wipes away sauce from the bottom of your lips.

Your lips were soft, really really soft.

This action made your heart skip a beat. No one has ever done that before. And hey, it was kinda cute.

“Thanks.” You say breathlessly with a smile as he wipes his thumb.

•••

“You all set?” Steve asks turning the key to start the car and looking over at you with a gentle look.

“Yup!” You reply fixing your seatbelt and sighing happily.

Steve backs out of the Enzo’s parking lot and enters the main road. It was about 8:15 once you two left the restaurant.

You look out the window into the sky. The stars were shining very bright tonight.

Steve couldn’t help but look over at you occasionally while driving. He noticed you looking out the window at the stars. He watched how your gaze had an amazed look to it. The stars reflected in your eyes making them look magical.

You were his star.

Everything about you was magical. Your smile, your laugh, your dimples, the crinkle of your nose, your freckles. Every fucking thing he adored.

You were the love of his life.

About 10 minutes later, Steve parked the car on the side of the road near an hill.

You look at him confused, he just smiles at you.

You both get out of the car as he walks to the trunk and you follow him. He opens the trunk of his car to grab a blue blanket.

You still keep a confused face as he walks over to you grabbing your hand intertwining your fingers. Silently he walks with you up the hill to a flat elevated field.

It was beautiful.

This hill looked over the entirety of Hawkins, you could see every neighborhood and every building in the town square. You just stood and looked amazed. You looked up to see the stars twinkling down on you. You could see millions of them, each one a different size.

Behind you, Steve placed down the blanket on the grass.

“Y/N, come sit down.” He said quietly patting the spot next to him.

Turning around, you walked over and sat down next to Steve.

It was quiet now. You could hear the soft chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves. If you listened closely enough, you could hear his soft breathing.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper breathlessly looking out at Hawkins.

Steve couldn’t help but look at you even with all these beautiful things around you. Your eyes reflected the lights from Hawkins as you had a slight smile to your soft lips. Unconsciously, he snaked his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side. Nestled next to each other you both looked out into the town. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest and felt warm from the body heat.

You rested your head on his shoulder. All he did was look down at you and smile.

“Y/N?” Steve whispered looking down at you.

Moving your head to meet his line of sight you reply “Yes Steve?”

He smiles at you. “You’re so beautiful you know.” A blush formed slightly on his cheeks.

You blushed and smiled wide lifting your head from his shoulder. You smirk looking into his love glazed eyes, “I think you’re pretty too Harrington.”

This sent him over the edge. He blushed like crazy. No one has ever called him pretty before.

Building up the courage to ask the question he’s been wanting to ask since the day he met you he fumbled mentally over reactions making him anxious.

“What if she rejects me?”

“Do I deserve her?”

“You’ll break her heart.”

Pushing these thoughts away, he goes for it…

You’re still looking at him. You definitely got lost in his eyes. You observed every facial feature. His bright eyes reflecting the lights, the two beauty marks on his face, his soft lips, and his long eyelashes.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He blurts out uncontrollably.

His what? Girlfriend?

Are you hearing correctly?

Are you dreaming?

Your heart felt like it stopped as you felt like your organs got rearranged.

He tries to read your facial expressions as you just look at him. He watches as your brows move slightly and there’s a slight surprise in your eyes.

You couldn’t find the words to speak. You couldn’t form a single coherent thought. The only thing keeping your attention was his lips.

You didn’t let a single second go by before you attached your lips to his for a quick but sweet kiss.

You look into his eyes once you pull back trying to read for a reaction. He exhaled breathlessly just staring at you.

Steve slightly smiled with a gaze you’ve never seen before as he reached to cup your face closing the gap between you two once more.

This time it lasted longer. Pushed away emotions were poured out into this single action. It was very sweet and genuine. Neither of you wanted to pull away.

His lips were very soft. Softer then you ever expected. Your lips fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. It was just meant to be.

You two were meant to be.

Your hands moved to the back of his neck gently raking through his hair. His hand not cupping your cheek placed itself on your lower back pulling you closer.

You head was fuzzy and all you could focus on was him.

You both smile into the kiss breaking apart. You two are both smiling drunkly unable to form thoughts. Both your faces were hazed over with love.

You finally answered his question.

“Yes.” Is all you muttered out breathlessly. You watched his eyes glisten at the response. The slight smile went to a huge smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.

He then let his heart take control as he leaned in to kiss you once more. This time it was deeper than before. Your hands first clutched his shirt before they found his hair as you raked them through it. His one hand placed against your lower back tried to push you effortlessly closer. The other holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

All the surroundings disappeared. You were completely senseless. Full of true genuine love. No more pushing away feelings, no more pretending to not like eachother, no more hinting anything.

It only took years but hell, it was worth every second.

Steve’s plan was a success.

He won you.

The girl of his dreams.

His star. Fuck. His entire galaxy.

You were his…

..And he was yours.

I guess there really is a true way to love someone. One that definitely was never mentioned in the books.

[il0veyoujk]

Detention

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Nefeli (16) is in detention with Jungkook after the trouble they caused in music history class

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is a mini sequel to Show me!

Lots of love Nef 💕

The clock on the wall was ticking in the detention room. Mr Kang was half asleep on his chair when he was supposed to keep an eye on the two rascals that were being noisy during Ms Choi’s class.

Nefeli had opened her book to do her note theory homework. Jungkook was next to her “It’s your fault!” she mumbled smiling at her best friend, not taking her eyes off her notebook.

“How’s that my fault?!” the young lad widened his eyes and squealed as low-voiced as he could. He had opened his phone to scroll through his Instagram, but now all his attention was on the admittedly fun tease of his best friend.

Nefeli’s smile widened “You tickled me!” the pen in her hand had stopped moving all the while she was accusing her seatmate of being the cause of this detention. And from the fluster of the memory.

The two one-arm desks were next to each other not so close, but close enough for Jungkook to be able to poke his best friend’s side with his pen “You should have let me watch!”

Nefeli flinched. She bit her lower lip just a bit to stop the small giggle that was ready to leave her for fear she would wake up the now completely asleep teacher.

Jungkook raised his eyebrow teasingly “And I see even after detention you still can’t control your giggles” he poked the poor girl’s side again and again and again.

“Juhuhungkook!” the young girl whispered giggling and blushing. She kept squealing and wiggling around every time the pen touched her sensitive spot, getting more flustered with each tease from the mischievous lad.

However, the young boy only smirked wider and sped up the pokes “What? You brought this to yourself!” Jungkook giggled along with his best friend, teasing her mercilessly with unstoppable pokes “It’s not my fault you are so ticklish!”

Nefeli’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink “Ihihi am not ticklihihish!” she lied through her squeaky giggles. Her arms were wiggling back and forth, trying to protect her sides. Yet again nothing was working. Jungkook was always faster. For each spot Nefeli was covering, Jungkook would always find a new one to poke.

The young girl pushed her desk with her hip as far away as she could. Only some centimeters. The wall next to her was preventing her from going anywhere! This only gave Jungkook the opportunity to block her with his own desk, and now he had completely trapped her between the wall and the devious tickles of his.

The evil lad tilted his head confused “No? Then why are you giggling like a maniac?” he smirked, now using his fingers to give teasing and fast pinches on her tummy.

The jiggly, funny feeling was sending the ticklish student into a state of craze. She was trying too hard not to make a loud noise and wake up the sleeping teacher, but her best friend was making it almost impossible. Nefeli could have never imagined Jungkook would be such an evil yet good tickler.

The giggles that were stuck in her throat were adding to the sensitivity of the situation. Nefeli was only wiggling around unstoppably and giggling silently her heart out “Ihihi am nohohot!” she squealed shyly, her face redder than a tomato.

“Ihihi am nohohot!” her best friends mocked her tone.

The students that were passing by the classroom were smiling at the admittedly cute scene amused. And partly because of the ridiculousness of the sleeping teacher.

Jungkook’s fingers were pinching, poking, and wiggling all over her chubby tummy and sides. Every pinch was giving birth to another giggle and every poke was the cause of a mini squeal. And his teases were making Nefeli even more flustered and her face even blusher.

“Aw, the cute girl is trying to hide her ticklishness? You silly girl, you should have known better than this. You cannot hide from me!” Jungkook blew a kiss to his best friend as his fingers moved to another, killer spot. The knees.

“AGH! No no no nohmphahaha PLEAHAHAHASE STAHAHAP AHAHAHA JUNGKAHAHAHAK!” the young student tried her best not to shriek in laughter. For two seconds. The hysterical laughter took over her self-control faster than she expected.

“Oh, I see you have more ticklish spots we have to try, huh?” Jungkook whispered teasingly, really close to Nefeli’s ear. His hot breath touched her ear closer than it should... Cause it tickled too! At this point, everything was tickling her!

Fast squeezes instantly sent a ticklish shock throughout Nefeli’s entire body. Which shock transformed into loud laughter that broke the silence of the classroom.

However, in addition to the slice, it also broke the middle-aged teacher’s sleep. Mr Kang almost fell off his chair, terrified from the loud noise that had woken him up, which resulted into being laughter.

“What are you doing there?!” mr Kang cried, immediately drawing the attention of the two students.

Jungkook and Nefeli immediately froze into their tracks, staring at their teacher puzzled about what was going on and silent. It was hard for them not to burst into loud laughter, louder than Nefeli’s some seconds ago. His hair was crazily messed up on his head and his glasses were asymmetrically on his nose.

Eventually, though they couldn’t help it. The silent death stare mixed with the funny appearance of their teacher was the decisive factor for their outburst of laughter.

The middle-aged teacher’s face started getting red from embarrassment and madness “Two more days of detention!” mr Kang slapped his hand onto the desk in front of him roaring, shutting up both rascals.

Looking at each other, Nefeli and Jungkook pressed their lips into a thin line, trying to stop the new round of giggles that was threatening to escape. And let me tell you another fight of ‘it’s your fault’ started after that. This time in notes. They didn’t want another day of detention.

[shitposts927383828]

!!Fanfiction read flags!!

This is my option not facts. Just what I think are red flags or stuff I read once and dip bc I don’t like it. Blah blah blah, if your feelings get hurt cry about! Love y’all tho <3

This applies to wattpad and Quotev bc I frequent those ones the most. Others may apply but I don’t really know.

I read and enjoy X Readers! So some will be X Reader specific rules!

Section 1: Judging a book by its cover (and its description):

1. When it has no cover. Like I get it, I make my own and they suuuckk but come on. Try? If ya didn’t try for the cover you probably didn’t try with the book so I’m moving on. Sorry.

2. When their is no description. Negative points if it says “read to find out” or “too lazy for a description.” I DONT KNOW WHAT IM READING BC THEIRS NO DESC SO WHY WOULD I READ IT!?

2. Emojis in Description. That’s when you know it’s written on a phone and I don’t care. A bunch of great ffs were written on phone. But that screams younger person to me and no offense but only y’all would use emojis. PLUSH I HATE HOW THEY TAKE AWAY FROM THE STORY?! I’ll be reading and then I’ll be a

3. When the title and desc have nothing to do with the story. Shit will be titled “ghost of you </3” or “broken promises” and have nothing to do with ghost or dead people or anything of the sort. AND have nothing to do with broken promises. Like why is it titled that way when it has nothing to do with the story??

(^ This one isn’t serious but a nitpick)

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Section 2: RED FLAGS! Lets go:

1. When the author uses an OC instead of Y/N. I’ve written for Y/N! Almost exclusively! It isn’t hard! And y’all will sit their and say it is. ALL WHILE TAGGING YOUR SHIT WITH Y/N? OR READER? READER INSERT, X READER? Then her name is Luna or some shit.

1.5. When the author uses an OC instead of Y/N. Back at it again but this time your SO close. Then you give her blue hair or green eyes and pale skin. YOU USE Y/N BUT YOU GIVE HER AN APPEARANCE! And your so close to being right it hurts.

3. More notes the story. I get it. You want to talk with ppl reading your books, you know it’s fun to see comments and stuff! But I didn’t come here for your life updates and stuff. Sorry but I came to read my SpongeBob x Reader not for 7 A/Ns in a row! If it isn’t related to the book, don’t add it to the book. If it is, don’t make the Authors note SEVEN DIFFERENT CHAPTERS!

4. Sigh. When the character dialogue looks like this:

(Joe: Omg! We can’t do this!

Anna: yes we can! Don’t give up!

Anna said as she jumped off the building. Joe closed his eyes and took a leap of faith after her.)

I don’t Care if it’s the best written story in the world. It could have the most moving chapters but. No. I just can’t. It’s diifrent if the characters are texting or doing something else but this isn’t it. Pls stop.

5. Emojis. Again. Okay, I just hate emojis on fanfictions. Like cool! Awesome. But come on! Even if the characters are texting it takes me out of the story.

6. Stories that haven’t been updated in FOREVER. Look at the last updated thing BEFORE YOU READ. It’s always the best fanfictions so I’d advise to not get into it if your not prepared for heartbreak when you get to the not really last chapter but last chapter.PLEASE UPDATE!

7. When the author is arguing with people on the comments. You could be right. But if leaves a bad taste in my mouth that your entertaining the trolls and didn’t just delete the comment. And if your wrong and fight with me or someone I’m on the side of? Haha I’m out, dipped.

8. I hate it when people will tag stuff just to complain about something. Like stfu I came here for bnha Not your complaint about how the omegavere is sexist and “how can anyone read this??”. Firstly, Don’t like it don’t read it. It’s simple but secound of all HOW COME ITS TAGES BHNA? LEAVE ME ALONE IM JUST TRYING TO READ MIDORYA ANGST!!

8. When someone gets pressed OVER FANFICTION LMAO! Like it’ll be a fanfiction about suicide. I get it. It’s a hard topic, I myself have struggled with it in the past. Trying to commit 5 separate times. I clicked on the fanfiction myself bc it helps sometimes. BUT THEN SOME DUMBASS WITH BE IN THE COMMENTS “this is romanticizing suicide HOW COULD YOU?”

LIKE STFU it isn’t for you! Again! Don’t like it don’t read it! It HELPS some people cope with it. Like myself!stuff like that CAN help people cope with stuff! You don’t know who’s writing it, you don’t know who’s reading it. If you can’t read it, don’t. But leave it alone. It helps, even if you don’t think so it does.

Fanfiction shit I don’t mind. (This is mostly me making fun of you now)

1. I’ve grown past spelling errors. My mind autocorrects them for me. Their apart of fanfiction! Deal with it! I’m so tired of seeing ppl complaining about it. Like if it’s really bad (like can’t understand the word bad) then fine, sure. But if it’s just something like “the vhair moved forward scratching the wooden floor below it” then move on! ONE OF YALL can call it out. But if it’s the whole comment section just know your a bit annoying.

2. Op main characters. Ima be really honest here. Y’all will hate so fast on a op main character. Screaming “Mary Sue! Mary Sue!” When the character genuinely has flaws and is interesting beyond their powers and shit. Can’t a main character just start off strong? I swear sometimes the main character is weak asf and their are still comments being like “she’s kinda op can we make her weaker?” Or some dif way of saying it. The my hero ff commenters are the worst with this. OC/Y/n could actually have “heart attack” as a weakness and the comments will still be on about how she’s too strong.

Personally I like really strong main characters, Sue me.

Okay! So that’s all for today! Obviously some things might be missing or certain pet peeves I just forgot. I tried to keep it as stuff I’ve seen other ppl complain about too and just… I don’t know. \_0_/

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At the end of the day fanfiction writers are providing FREE entertainment for us. Unpaid, unappreciated, hours sat at the computer… writing… and writing… then your friend gets hit by a bus and you still have to post an update…! Anyway! Theirs doing US a favor by writing. So no hate. Thank you for providing me a source of joy! (read: JJK X READER FICS)

Thank you for writing these stories, and don’t mind my nitpicks and such. This is just here for me to get out of my system as I’ve been holding it all in for as long as I’ve been reading fan fictions. (8 years)

Expect you Fake X Reader Folks. Fuck you for tagging it that way and blocked. (Not the Y/Ns with appearances I still love you but my hair isn’t red)

THANK YOU! For coming to my Ted talk! <3

[ashitomarisu]

Final Thoughts: Kill la Kill

(Dead serious: the fucking screencap feature crashed right before I started watching this and refused to take anything. Instead, here's a gif already found around this site that sums up my feelings of not even getting one cap.)

Prepare yourselves, I need to unload a LOT of...thoughts without spoiling a screwton of shockers. First off, let's scratch the surface a bit; touch upon the summary I read.

"Ryuko Matoi arrives at Honnouji Academy to find the person responsible for killing her father; oh, and she's wielding the other half of the scissors used in the murder".

Okay, sounds simple enough, except Trigger and Production I.G. are known for BLOWING PEOPLE'S MINDS with near-stellar animation (99.9% mainly are within standards of the director) and damn good writing [watch Ghost in the Shell FFS; you'll understand why].

Thus, they were not kidding when the animation staff went all out: I MEAN FULL ON NAKED AMBITION to stay true to the manga; even if it means they had to push boundaries to bring you....NEAR R-RATED OBJECTIONABLE CONTENT with BALLS-TO-THE-WALL comedic effects that I am still trying to wrap in my head.

(For example, take Mako's gag.)

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NGL, the story was unexpected. For most of the first half, it seemed like typical "rise the rank" plot, although Episode 4 was....literal chef's kiss.

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(HEAR ME OUT! THIS EPISODE HAD ME LOSING MY HEAD WITH HOW IT STARTS OUT AS ABSURD AND UNUSUAL AS "GET YOUR ASS TO THE SCHOOL BEFORE THE BELL RINGS OR PERISH", except the bitch (Maiko) on the left kills me.

That's not me FFS.

They got Marina Inoue to voice her.

She's fucking insane with all these traps.

She IS a trap.

Every other episode involving a club did not hit as hard as this one. I can laugh my ass off just seeing the gifs all over again. Also, Ryuko in her jammies is hilarious).

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Moving on past the first half, Episodes 7-19 starts to ramp up the pacing a bit, seeing more of Ryuko and Mako's growth happening. I was actually getting interested in knowing the lore behind this until "the ball dropped".

[THIS NEXT SECTION REVEALS A HUGE SPOILER AND CONTROVERSY. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THIS ANIME, DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS POST.]

Let's talk about the final 6 episodes, which blew my mind in terms of plot twist (or plot torsion is what I should say because it was WAY more complicated yet so damn clever how crazy the direction went in two episodes).

For most of the season, I considered Ryuko and Satsuki as not sisters despite thinking they could be, but how it was revealed left me floored. In fact, Ragyo has got to be one of the best-written villains with the worst intentions to ever grace an animated series.

Around episode 18-19, the origin behind Life Fibers was revealed by Ragyo, when she wanted to use it for the purpose of erasing humanity, controlling the Earth's population. To go deeper, she actually tried to infuse these fibers on her own daughter, Satsuki, when she was a year old. This didn't work; therefore, she tried again on her next daughter shortly after birth, who is revealed to be Ryuko.

When that experiment failed, Ragyo assumed she died, so the baby was disposed of as if the poor thing was worthless trash.

[Side note: Listen, I may be pro-choice, but that...that was cringing as hell.]

Not only was that a plot twist, but Satsuki and her clan basically pulling a "psyche" move; turning against her own mother was freaking ambitious. Yes, it impressed me tenfold.

The final arc left me questioning the phrase "Clothes make the man".

This whole damn series had this theme behind "society", "social status", "hierarchy", and other related topics. It's obvious when you watch the first half how the rich are standing at the pinnacle of this massive territory while the slums are at the base of the so-called "mountain" I guess.

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I do want to mention another moment that solidifies just how vile Ragyo really is: IMPLIED INCESTUAL ACTS AMONG HER DAUGHTERS.

Not very many scenes were shown of Ragyo performing such lewd acts towards Satsuki but it was still enough to make me punch the bitch in the face. This makes her even more damning when she pulls this stunt on Ryuko during the "Junketsu phase".

Oh, and don't get me started with the supposed THIRD daughter.

(Let's just....move on before I go on a rant about this prick.)

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As for everything else, the music seemed decent, although I do like the 2nd OP and ED more than the 1st. That 2nd ED though; Mako clones everywhere, they be hunting me down.

The cast was entertaining for the most part (Correction: she means Ami Koshimizu). Okay fine, this was Koshimizu's peak and I will not take no for an answer. You can suck it.

Overall, I wish I would have watched this long ago because BOY I REALLY SLEPT ON THIS GEM. The ending was baffling (with how Ragyo was like "screw this I'm out") yet satisifying (watch the credits damn it and look at MakoRyuko fanservice I did not even ask for).

Oh, speaking of that ending:

BITCH CUT HER HAIR.

It's not even 2015 yet and she prevented Dia Kurosawa from being a Satsuki clone.

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Enough talk. This was worth the decade-long wait. Great pacing, crazy direction, enjoyable scenes, badass high-octane action, superb animation, comedy that would leave your lungs scarred from overexertion, a heck of a lot of absurd fanservice that may force you to look away and mature themes that make you question humanity itself are plentiful reasons to check this out.

(Crunchyroll still has this available but not necessarily recommended since capitalism is making life hard right now to even consider this option. If you're lucky to find it the swashbuckling way, kudos to you!)

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With that, thank you for reading this lengthy post. Hopefully, you enjoyed my lil' spat. Before revealing next month's watch, there is one bit of news I must share to y'all.

It has come to my attention as of late that my personal journey as an aunt is going to become way more complicated. For the past several months, my older sister has kept her pregnancy a secret until late July. She didn't even know she was so far into it; but months of missed cycles had proven that point.

My role as an aunt has been a literal pain; dealing with an older, disabled autistic nephew and a younger, learning impaired nephew with their fathers absent from their lives who have no idea about the new brother arriving. Not to mention, to have three nephews from three different fathers just paints such an odd picture; considering some people out there would consider that a negative stigma.

What is even more shocking is how soon the due date is. Originally, my mom and I were hoping she was only in her first trimester; predicting April 2024. However, last week, my sister is actually about 32 weeks in. This doesn't give us a lot of time to prepare since we're going through a lot of financial hardship with the inflation and the state of capitalism at this time.

Thus, she is expecting on September 21, 2023; it is uncertain if her current boyfriend, who is the father, will be involved.

(Aside from the obvious meme, I am still in utter shock of how sudden this is and with my own life going through changes of its own, my mental health is taking a rough turn. So, there may be some revisions starting in October with the remaining anime watches; more information to be revealed sometime next month).

As for September, there will be a separate announcement for that coming within the next couple of days. Be sure to stay tuned for the reveal. Until next time, here's to the rest of the summer; stay hydrated, stay safe, and don't end up like these two down here.

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 20 - Unexpected

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warnings: A little Angst

Loads Of Nonsense.

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Author's Comment:

This must be the weirdest thing I've ever written. I promise the next one will be better. ______________

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 -I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good With Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

The green of the Highlands stretched out below you as you slowly flew toward your destination. You landed at the edge of a grove, switched off the machine and took a deep breath. You still felt as if a hand had closed tightly around your heart and would never let go.

You felt the urge to turn around because you wanted to get back to Crosshair and the boys, but you couldn't risk the danger you would put them in. Your chest felt so tight, your body like it was heavy as lead, every breath so hard at the thought of not returning.

After a moment of collecting yourself, you opened the ramp of the Firefly and stepped out into the open. The grass rustled softly under your soles as you moved a few feet away from the ship. You looked around, took a deep breath and felt some old memories from the old days coming back.

This is where you met Kyllan, some time ago. That's why you chose this place, it was secluded and he knew what you meant when you said you would be in the Highlands.

Now you just had to wait, for the man you actually never wanted to see again. You never thought that after so long he would still be looking for you and would go so far as to hire someone like Bane to bring you to him.

You were not eager to see your husband again.

"What do you mean? You bugged her ship?" asked Hunter skeptically.

"Not bugged, installed a tracker, for emergencies like this," Tech said matter-of-factly.

Crosshair glanced at him from the side, "Creepy, kind of, but I'm not complaining if we can find Y/N faster this way"

Lando was in on the action, flying the ship he had mentioned earlier, his friend's ship. He hadn't lied, the ship was fast and reliable, if not the newest. The Millennium Falcon was a special ship.

A smuggler's ship, Tech noted as he looked around during the hyperspace flight. There was a lot of hidden storage space, very typical for a smuggler ship. The Falcon also had armament. The latter could become quite useful, depending on how things would go.

Crosshair paced nervously up and down the ship, making everyone else nervous as well, but no one said anything, no one got upset or asked him to sit down.

In his head he went over and over what he wanted to say to you, what he wanted to do, what he wanted to say and do to this Kyllan. Crosshair was tense, upset, and restless, but basically he knew he would rise to the occasion so you could travel on safely and securely with him and his brothers. He was willing to do practically anything to have you back with him and a small part of him, was quite frightened by this fact.

Crosshair had never been a particularly emotional person, that had never been demanded of him. But now, now he had you and things had changed and not just a little bit. The thought of having to be without you was unbearable, he couldn't let that happen. He would make sure you got a divorce from that jerk who was chasing after you with a bountyhunter.

He would rather make you a widow. The thought ate at him, he didn't want you to be tied to that guy anymore, because he, Crosshair wanted to be the man at your side. He would ask you to marry him as soon as this was all over and the dust had settled.

Silently, he laughed to himself at the thought. He could hardly believe it himself, but that was what he really wanted, to spend his life with you, no matter how, no matter where, but that you were with him, that was important to him.

He sighed, and finally sat down. A relieved murmur went through the ship. He only noticed now that he had made them all nervous.

They heard the typical sound of the hyperdrive as Lando called out from the cockpit, "We've arrived in orbit around Onderon!"

Hunter, Tech and Crosshair came into the cockpit, Echo and Wrecker stayed in the main room of the ship, otherwise the cockpit would get too crowded.

"I've already entered the Highlands into the nav computer. Do any of you perhaps have more specific data? As far as I know the Highlands are quite large," Lando spoke as the Falcon entered the atmosphere.

Tech pulled out his holopad, looked briefly at the data from the tracking chip he had placed in the Firefly, and then gave Lando more precise coordinates.

Crosshair's heart was beating wildly in his chest, he felt a rush of adrenaline, he couldn't wait to hold you safe and sound, he was ready for anything to ensure that. That being said, Crosshair was eager to see your face when you learned that Tech had transpondered your ship and had to laugh softly.

Everyone looked at him questioningly, Tech was the one who then asked, "What's so amusing?"

"I was just trying to imagine how Y/N would react if she heard you had bugged her."

Tech sighed and corrected, "No bug, I didn't bug her, it's a tracking chip, for emergencies like this"

Lando raised his eyebrows in amusement and said, "It's working to our advantage now anyway."

The sound of an approaching ship interrupted your thoughts. With your heart beating nervously, you looked to the south, where a ship was approaching your position, first rapidly, then slowing down.

It was a heavily modified, light YT-1300 freighter, with armament, not exactly a ship you would have expected from Kyllan. The ship landed fairly close to your Firefly. You just stood there and waited, unsure, nervous, maybe even afraid.

When the ramp opened, you held your breath for a moment as not Kyllan but Crosshair walked down the ramp. He walked slowly, his look hard to interpret, a mixture of rebuke, relief, and amusement.

Your mouth dropped open and you stared at him walking in your direction, Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Hunter appearing behind him, finally Lando.

Crosshair stopped right in front of you and looked at you.

"What were you thinking, just running away?" he asked reprovingly but not angrily.

You were about to answer him, to explain that you had left to protect him and his brothers, when he unexpectedly gave you a stormy hug and lifted you off your feet. At first you were too perplexed to react, but then you wrapped your arms around him and pressed against him in relief.

"I was trying to protect you," you finally said softly, your face pressed against his neck.

Tech, standing in the background with the others, looked intently at his holopad to block out the joyful reunion. Of course he wanted you to continue traveling with him and his brothers, but he still hadn't quite gotten over the fact that you were with Crosshair. He had accepted it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt him to see you two so intimately together.

Wrecker elbowed him in the side and said, "How can you stare at that stupid thing now?"

"I always do," Tech said almost defiantly, turning his attention back to the device in his hand.

Echo grumbled, "There's someone coming, a ship, from the northeast."

All eyes turned in the direction Echo mentioned. A small luxury cruiser, was slowly floating towards the Highlands.

With a sigh you said, "That must be Kyllan. You can still get away, he hasn't landed yet".

"Out of the question," Crosshair murmured resolutely, looking critically at the cruiser as if he alone could knock it out of the sky with his somber gaze.

"Well I've got nothing better to do anyway," Lando said jokingly with a cheeky smile, putting his hands on his hips.

Hunter nodded at you and said, "We'll stick with you."

Tech finally looked up from his holopad for a moment and nodded as well.

Wrecker clapped his hands together and said with growled anticipation, "I hope he wants to fight"

"Stand down Wrecker," Echo murmured to him.

The cruiser approached, it was at least six times the size of the two ship already on the ground combined, had a dashing shape, like an arrowhead and was obviously visibly brand new. The dark colors shimmered in the sun, as if the ship had been polished just before takeoff. At first glance, you saw no armament on the cruiser, but knowing Kyllan, a few weapons had certainly been concealed.

The wide ramp opened with a soft hiss and at the top stood Kyllan, deftly dressed in the finest dark cloak, an expensive looking brooch on his collar, thick bling on his fingers and his feet tucked into boots polished to a shine. He had an elegant walking stick made of dark wood with a gilded handle in the shape of a nexu head, the eyes were emeralds.

He was still tall, well-built and handsome. Kyllan's full, pitch-black hair was combed back, a loose strand hanging into his flawless forehead under which two eyes like sapphires looked at you as he reached the end of the ramp.

Directly behind him, walked several men, six in number, all in armor and armed. He spread his arms and took a few steps toward you and Crosshair, who immediately pushed you behind him and stood protectively in front of you.

Kyllan stopped, tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "So you're not alone. I must say I am surprised. This is a strange reunion."

His voice was quiet but strong, loud enough to carry to every ear that stood within the perimeter of the ships. A deep, slightly raspy yet melodic sound. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you had forgotten that Kyllan's appearance was rounded out by his fabulous voice.

"Why don't you just get back on and move on," Crosshair grumbled.

"Cross, stop it," you admonished him gently.

Echo, nudged Tech and muttered softly, "Damn, even I can see that guy is hot. If she left that one willingly, he must really be a shithead."

"Who is that guy?" asked Kyllan, sounding indignant and pointing at Crosshair.

Two of his men stood to his left and right, as if expecting to have their cue at any moment.

One of the men looked from Crosshair to you and back again, then to the pendant on the chain around your neck. He leaned over to his boss and whispered something to him. Kyllan's gaze fell to the tattoo on Crosshair's face, then to your necklace and back again, at least three times before it slowly dawned on him.

"Aha, so you've been getting closer to other men it seems to me," he finally said, sounding neither critical nor really surprised.

When no one said anything he continued, "That's nice for you, really nice. My bounty hunter told me you were on Bespin, I was on my way there when your message reached me."

You stepped out from behind Crosshair and said somberly, "That's why a lot of decent people died, because of your bounty hunter."

Kyllan sighed as if that had been annoying but unavoidable.

"You ignored all my messages, never replied, and as I suspect, you didn't really listen to any of them or read what I tried to send you in writing" he complained in return.

"I didn't want anything to do with you, okay! I ran away then because I realized there was no way we were right for each other and I didn't know if your family would let me go," you said as calmly as you could even if you felt anything but calm.

Kyllan shrugged his shoulders bluntly and said, "Okay, but maybe you should have at least listened to a message, because then you would know that I only wanted to meet you so you would sign the divorce papers."

You were already raising your finger admonishingly when you paused in mid-motion.

"Divorce papers?" you echoed, uncomprehending.

Kyllan snapped his fingers rolling his eyes, whereupon from the background one of his men stepped forward and handed him some papers and another some sort of bulky briefcase.

"Yes, silly. You just running away won't do me any good if I want to stay here on Onderon, because officially I'm not allowed to remarry until you sign the papers."

Lando muttered under his breath, " i dont believe that now".

You gave Crosshair a confused, sideways glance. He looked at least as confused as you. Looking at Kyllan again, you said incredulously, "And that's why you're sending Cad fucking Bane after me?!"

"He's supposed to be the best," Kyllan said lightly.

"I'm very close to shooting the guy myself," Lando grumbled under his breath.

"Well he really is an airhead, like Y/N said," Hunter muttered.

"Kyllan" you said as calmly as you could "You are ridiculously rich, you could have bought your way out of this for sure or forged my signature".

Kyllan nodded.

"I know, but when I married you I also made certain commitments. I have to make sure even if we separate that you are taken care of," he said with a raised finger.

"Is he for real?" asked Crosshair quietly.

"I think so," you returned just as quietly.

You glanced over your shoulder, Lando was biting his fist, obviously hard at work preventing himself from saying something provocative.

You turned back to Kyllan and said, "Well come on then with the papers, let's get this over with."

Kyllan pulled a pen from the breast pocket of his shirt and stepped towards you with the papers. Crosshair beside you tensed.

"Relax, Cross," you said softly.

Crosshair only let out a growl.

You accepted the pen briefly skimmed the papers and paused.

"Kyllan, it says here that you will give me 850 million credits as part of the divorce," you spoke in confusion, "Is this a typo?"

"No," he said simply, waving the guy with the fat briefcase over.

"As I said, when we got married I made a commitment to take care of you even if we separate, it was in the marriage contract," he said matter-of-factly.

Crosshair beside you looked as if he had just woken up from a strange dream.

"That's... a lot of money," you said quietly.

Kyllan nodded, "Well, not necessarily for me, but yes, it is."

With a slightly shaky hand, you signed the papers. The man with the suitcase put it down next to you and withdrew.

"Good, that's settled then. Good to see you again, sweetheart" Kyllan said and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

A lot of things were buzzing through your head, but you couldn't form a clear thought out of it. You watched as Kyllan and his men went back to his ship and took off.

The others came closer and they all looked at you.

"That was very surreal, after everything, after Bane and.... I was expecting something completely different," you said still not quite with yourself.

"Can't blame you, we were all expecting something different," Wrecker muttered.

Your eyes fell on the suitcase and you tried to lift it, but it was way too heavy.

"Let me help you," Wrecker offered, reaching for the heavy suitcase with ease.

Wrecker took the case to the Firefly and you turned to Lando: "I will pay for all the damage caused by Bane with this money and also all the spare parts for the ships you gave us and the rent for the hangar. I would also like to give some of it to the families of the people who lost their lives to Bane."

Lando nodded and said, "That's very decent of you, some of the men had children."

"That still leaves a lot," Hunter commented.

"I'd like to use that for us as a group, as a family, so to speak. We could use that to pay for more spare parts, fuel for the ships and so on, and whatever other equipment we might need. Maybe even finally a decent arm for Echo" you said and looked at Echo at the last words "If you would agree to that".

Echo smiled "You don't have to do that, but if you really want it, I certainly don't mind"

Crosshair still looked like he hadn't quite processed the situation yet.

"I thought that I might lose you, that I might have to fight to the death for you.... But this... what the hell happened here today"

"A divorce," Tech said matter-of-factly without looking up from his holopad.

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[tenaflyviper]

Many people still don't understand the real reasons why the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was met with backlash (which, admittedly, some people took way too far, though likely wouldn't have if Sony didn't react the way they did). I want to try to express how I viewed it as a woman that grew up in a culture that was absolutely obsessed with this franchise, who loves it dearly, and who also loves to see badass female characters.

It was not "just because they were women". Ignoring the truly disturbing legal and ethical circus that went on behind the scenes for a moment (for real--Sony is shady as fuck), we know now that Sony actively deleted legitimate criticism left by women on the trailer in order to help sell a narrative of "sexism". I was there watching it unfold, including seeing my own comments magically disappear, and screencapping reactions from others over their deleted comments--some of which had been top comments with hundreds of likes.

This reaction by Sony was a PR disaster. They could not have possibly handled it worse than they did. Instead of accepting or even considering the possibility that they hadn't made a perfect, flawless cash cow, they blamed the film's failure on the very people they originally marketed it to in the first place (the general attitude taken during this debacle was pretty sexist, since they were kind of implying that only men liked Ghostbusters). They pretty much invited a shitstorm onto themselves, and--most unfortunately--onto the actresses. Protip: Don't attack the people you're trying to get to see your movie, because they can sink it just as easily. You're also likely to draw out the worst kind of people who get involved solely for their own sick amusement (such as the racist degenerates that harassed Leslie Jones).

(As a side note, I think the attacks on James Rolfe showed us the fear of an industry that knows it no longer monopolizes the power of influence. "Regular" people can now become wildly popular and influential without any industry assistance, and thus without being controlled by either the almighty dollar, or threatening their future in entertainment. They tried so hard to bury a genuinely chill, down-to-earth guy under a mountain of libel simply because they otherwise had no real power to hurt him)

If the reboot had been new male characters handled the same way, that would have been met with equal disdain (oh wait...that actually happened. Remember the alleged film they were going to make starring Channing Tatum following the 2016 film? That was met with overwhelming negative feedback as well. Funny how the media conveniently ignored that).

No...the 2016 script was written with complete disregard for what the previous films established. FFS, the trailer referred to the original crew as "four scientists". Winston was an ex-marine--not a scientist. That was probably one of the two biggest complaints when the trailer came out. The other was that the ghosts looked like refugees from Disney's Haunted Mansion. Let's compare the 2016 electrocuted ghost to the Scoleri brothers:

Who's more memorable? (Sorry--couldn't find a gif of the other guy).

And how about the library ghost?

The 2016 ghost is flashier and more polished (and throws up just for the sake of being gross), but she looks like one of those "transforming portraits" you see around Halloween. All of the 2016 ghosts lacked exaggeration, and were too saturated in color, which worked heavily against them. When Ghostbusters II featured more human ghosts, they didn't make them all the same color of neon blue. The costuming is more natural as well (I liked this scene, as it was brought on by a joke, but ended up being a very somber moment).

The 2016 ghosts are overall too deliberate. Too much gloss; too much shine. They look more like they're wearing premade costumes from Spirit Halloween than actual period clothing.

What was meant to be Ghostbusters 3 was taken away from Ivan Reitman, and handed off to a complete and utter putz. Paul Feig's first draft of the script (which came out in the Sony leak) was unfocused, and absolutely ridiculous (two words: "alien ghosts"). He also didn't know how to handle darker material. It's like if a writer for Kim Possible tried to do an episode of The Venture Bros.

Could fans have wanted to see women ghostbusters? Absolutely!!! Had the reboot filmmakers done what the IDW comics did and had Janine take up ghostbusting duties, fans would have flocked to see it. Folks not familiar with the animated The Real Ghostbusters series are likely not aware that Janine became a full-fledged ghostbuster in that series. She had her own uniform. She had action figures.

(Every ghostbuster in this line had a scared reaction. Peter's did pretty much the same thing as Janine's)

(This skirted figure was from later in the series, after Q5 demanded the writers make Janine more "soft and motherly" and "less abrasive". This greatly saddened little me, as I looked up to season 1 and 2 Janine for being confident, capable, and able to put the fear of god in the boys when she had to)

I'm not posting a photo of the other figure. We don't talk about black-eyed alien Janine here.

The IDW comics also brought in an older Kylie Griffin from the short-lived Extreme Ghostbusters cartoon, as well as added new characters, like Melanie Ortiz.

Do you have any idea how happy people would have been to have a movie with Janine and Kylie kicking ghost butt???

For the record, the comics also crossed over with the reboot characters, and those storylines were very enjoyable, because the characters were written like people, and not negative female stereotypes that feminists had been criticizing in films for decades.

I like Patty. She actually gets to be really cool in the comics.

I'll lastly try to explain one other thing: Imagine if Mr. Rogers had been replaced by Carol Channing without any warning. Even if you love Carol Channing, you'd be upset at the loss of Mr. Rogers, right? Everyone loved Mr. Rogers. Well, people also love Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore, and Peter Venkman, and the way they formed a perfectly balanced team. These men and the way they interact with each other is the driving force that made Ghostbusters a cultural phenomenon. To not have them present in some way is to lose the very heart and soul of the franchise.

Ghostbusters: Afterlife is effectively passing the torch from the original crew to a new one. People already love and relate to Phoebe, and I could easily see there being more films with her continuing her grandfather's legacy (kinda like how future Witcher games will have Ciri instead of Geralt). Further appearances from the original boys would no longer be necessary, because the torch has been passed. To continue a story requires some level of transference, even if you're presenting new characters. Remember: While people began to appreciate it decades later, audiences initially hated Halloween III: Season of the Witch for having nothing to do with Michael Myers, and that mofo didn't even talk or use a proton gun.

Okay, I'm done now.

EDIT: If you enjoyed the 2016 film, there is nothing wrong with that. Critics, audiences...the only thing that matters is that it makes you happy. I actually liked Day of the Dead 2: Contagium, and that film is widely considered half a step above watching your dog take a shit.

[lovelyandproblematic]

May I present to you, Klaroline edits from the story JUDGEMENT CALL. This is a gift for @eliliyah based on her ongoing fic written for the Klaroline AU Season, Week 6! Find the lovely collection of works from the KC community @klaroline-event

Where do I begin? I binged this story sooo hard and had to catch up on reviewing because I was railroaded by inspiration to make these graphics.

The story is SO good, the characterization is so on point and the plot is simply gripping. It will have you questioning everything, including YOURSELF! It's so addicting and really makes you think about the complexity of morals and justice in the world we live in today. Plus it features our favorite couple written as best as you'll ever see them and they are just fascinating in this story! Prepare to be hooked.

Side note- that guy in the front row next to Caroline is in fact Logan Fell, and yes, I did have to Google his actor 🤣🤣

✨ GO READ IT FOR A GOOD TIME! ✨

Read and Review Here:

FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13865735/6/Judgment-Call

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30790226/chapters/76225013

❤️ PS- if any other kc authors would like to request graphics for their works, pls message me! i'm tackling finals rn but i will definitely work something out with ya

[kitkatopinions]

FF VII remake has popular ships and they all mix and match quite well: Cloti, Zerith, Clerith, Zifa, Aerti, Clack. While there are ship wars they don't get as nasty as RWBY's to my knowledge, mainly cause the franchise is pretty old and canon has settled for the most part.

Ahh, this gives me hope that if I want to emerge into the FFVII fandom, I might not get random hate for shipping (which - no sarcasm - I was legit concerned over.)

I quickly looked up shipping names because I got some of 'em easily enough, but was like "Cloti? Cloud and who now?" XD

I settled pretty quickly on Aerith x Tifa (though that's subject to change as all my shipping preferences are, especially since I still have future games full of storyline and character arcs to get through,) but as for Cloud... I full on can't find several of the people I ship him with on the shipping wiki for the dang game! Two of them are there, to be fair, which is Cloud x Jessie and Cloud x Reno (but only if he gets his act together and defects and please don't tell me if he does, because I want to be surprised.) And I have no idea who Zack even is outside of KH right now because he just entered the game when it ended (and again, please don't tell me, for the surprise,) but he might be a future contender. But also, where is Biggs on the shipping list, huh? And Leslie, huh, where is Leslie? And don't tell me that I was the only one who saw this

And thought "they might not be endgame, but boy howdy."

But yeah, all that to say... I want to play this game again.

And also why do shipping wars exist? It's not the end of the world if someone likes a ship I don't like, it's not 'wrong,' even if I can't see what's so enjoyable about that ship or even think that the ship was done badly or portrayed as unhealthy in canon.

I mean, I just admitted to liking Cloud with that one biker guy on opposite sides who started attacking him for the *thrill* (and/or because of one sided love at first sight,) so clearly I cannot judge other people on the level of 'healthy' in ships they like. (Side note, I know his name is Roche.)

One of the first things I learned from interacting with the RWBY fandom was 'TAG TAG TAG in every way possible if you're going to even suggest that you don't like a popular ship or that you do like 'the wrong ones,' and it's a little exhausting and a little ridiculous. Of course, I'm all for putting criticism of things people like in the proper tags, but I've made posts talking about not liking Bumblebee that were tagged 'anti Bumblebee' in about eight different ways and still had people telling me I didn't try hard enough to hide it from bees fans. If I do start posting more regularly about another fandom, it'd be nice to feel a bit more at ease.

(Also, it's just so on brand that some of the ships for Cloud that I liked the most are just not even recognized on the shipping wiki. XD I accidentally got myself invested in a multi-game series and then I accidentally shipped some rarepairs! Everything's coming up Kitkat.)

[crimsonrae]

The Wiles of Men and Women

Chapter One

Summary: Georgiana Stafford has just become betrothed to a man older than her father. Her last chance to enjoy society on her terms comes the night that court celebrates the birth of Princess Mary. She was prepared for just about anything, but she hadn't been prepared for him. Charles Brandon.CharlesxOC, Warning: Spanking

Rated: NC-17

A/N: This may be a one-shot, actually, honestly, it'll depend on how it's received by you lovely readers. This is my first time posting on tumblr (and I’m super nervous about it), I also have an account on AO3 and FF. I’m posting this here because I’ve notice a distinct lack of Charles Brandon stories and thought I’d share. Also, I've developed something of a crush on Henry Cavill recently and while watching the Tudors the line from the very first episode where Charles Brandon says "No. No. She begged." became stuck in my head and I wanted to explore this dominant, arrogant side to him with a character that is a bit bratty and arrogant herself. Please read, review, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own what is mine. Please don’t steal.  Also, there is a good deal of smut and some spanking here. You were warned.

A Night of Revelry

"You are to be married."

The words echoed in Georgiana's ears as she watched the colorful swirls of silks and velvets that made up the dancers of the ballroom. It was the celebration for the birth of Princess Mary. Another Tudor had graced the world, though sadly not a male.

Georgiana could not have given a damn.

Her thoughts were made up of her engagement to the Earl of Worcester, a man only slightly older than her father. While many of her social circle would have born the indignity of being traded from one master to another with the cheerfulness of a summer butterfly, she could only feel the lock tighten on her ever-gilded cage.

She wanted to stamp her feet and scream at the unfairness of it all. Angry tears pricked at the edges of her blue eyes, but she refused to let any sign of weakness show. She was a Stafford; she knew her place in this world. Her father and uncle had beaten her worth into her on more than one occasion. Her father had no use for a daughter.

In truth, he had no use for a child, it was why he had gained special dispensation to marry her mother. The lady being nearly twenty years his senior, Henry Stafford had thought her incapable of bearing any further children than those from her first marriage. However, it took only their wedding night, the first and only time Henry and Cecily laid together, for the coupling to result in Georgiana's unwelcomed birth.

Now seventeen years later, Henry Stafford was unloading his only daughter off onto the first man to make him an acceptable offer. It was why she was to be presented at court on the morrow. It would be her intended's first chance to meet and gaze upon her. It was also the reason she had been forbidden to attend the festivities before her.

Georgiana felt a faint smirk pull at her supple lips, forbidding her from anything was a sure-fire way to ensure she would not do as requested, however. Her father had forbidden her from fighting. She had her half-brother, Edward, teach her to fence. Her mother had forbidden her to gamble. Her half-brother George, ironically now a man of the cloth, taught her every variation of cards and darts known to high and low society.

Her introduction to court was a mere formality. Her intended an old fat boar of a man that she had identified upon her arrival to the celebration was standing beside her father and uncle. Her wedding was to be in a month's time. This night of revelry, the first for another noble lady, would perhaps be the last for Georgiana and she intended to make the best of it. She would dance, she would drink, and if fortune favored her, then she would find a man to take her maidenhead in the most pleasurable way possible.

After all, why did men get to have all the fun?

She tightened the ribbons securing her mask to her face. Her dress, while not as ostentatious as some of the ladies, was still well-made and allowed her to skirt the line of either noble or servant. She didn't want to draw too many eyes, should her father discover her presence... she shuddered to think of what he would do to her.

Feeling confident enough to mingle, Georgiana stepped gracefully around the milling crowds to the side of the dance floor and found a glass of wine. It amused her to stop and listen to snatches of conversations. Most were comments on the Queen's failure to produce a son, though others were more scandalous.

The Earl of Pembroke had taken who as his mistress?

The Lady Annabel was with child? Hasn't her husband been in France for the last few months?

You'll never guess. His lover was a man!

Georgiana sipped at her drink and bit her tongue as she listened. Was this to be her life if she were allowed to stay at court?

As entertaining as the gossip was, there was an undercurrent of maliciousness that made her skin crawl. It wasn't difficult for her to ascertain that friendship here would be as hard to find as water in a desert. It was disheartening, to say the least.

Before long a courtier approached her for a dance. She slid her glass onto a passing tray and took the man's hands with a simpering smile, a pleasing rush warmed her veins, though this quickly dissipated. 

His name was Owen Mayfield and she learned that was perhaps the only interesting thing about him. His palms were sweaty from his earlier exertions which Georgiana could forgive, but he seemed to have bathed in some overly floral perfume that had her holding her breath.

It was a relief when the dance finished. She tried not to giggle as she took the opportunity to hide back away in the crowds. She kept up her game of listening to gossip, not willing to enter into conversation, and willing to be more judicious of any further dance partners.

Perhaps it was because of her hesitance to engage in conversation that drew attention. Or perhaps it was the way she calmly wove a path around the room that allowed her to avoid her family as she observed. 

Whatever it was, Georgiana slowly became aware of the fact that she was being watched. She had felt it first while dancing with another courtier. Her heart had raced and her head had felt pleasantly fuzzy as she had glided through the quick steps with her partner. She had initially dismissed the watchful feeling as too much wine, unwilling to let a trifle paranoia ruin her current joy.

Still, she had laughed and quickly begged off another dance with the rather charming Mr. Anthony Knivert. The need for fresh air suddenly becoming great as she slipped back into the shadows. It was here, she knew that her early realization of being watched had not been a trick of the mind. The sensation of eyes burned her and she felt a twinge of fear as she fought the urge to seek out her admirer's gaze in case it was her father.

Instead, she kept her head down and made her way to the hall. If it was her father, then she would make a quick escape. If not, perhaps her admirer would follow.

Quietly, she meandered to a tall window at the end of the aisle which overlooked the gardens. Clouds had moved in and a light rain fell over the courtyard. Away from the bodily warmth of the ballroom, she could feel the midwinter cold seeping into the palace. A shiver coursed through her back...but not from the chill. 

Slowly, she shifted her gaze over her shoulder and back to the jeering celebration. A man stood just within the entrance to the hall. His deep blue eyes shined dangerously at her from behind a black and gold diamond pattern mask.

Her admirer.

Her stomach clenched at the sight of him. Despite the fact that half of his face was hidden from her, she liked the shape of his mouth and jaw, even the dimple of his chin. He was young and his form was pleasing to the eye and he knew it... A slow smirk pulled at his lips as she took her fill of him.

"Are you well, milady?" He asked almost mockingly. His voice was deep and smooth like the sonorous notes of a cello.

She refrained from answering. 

A new game began to form in her mind as she gazed at him. Timid excitement swelled within her... Swallowing tightly, she smiled at him and breathed a faint laugh at her foolishness before taking a step back. 

He followed.

She took another step.

He followed again.

Anticipatory recognition sparked in his gaze.

Her smile nearly turned triumphant as she whirled and slipped further away from the party. She didn't run, but it was a near thing as she listened to his heavy steps growing closer to her.

Georgiana thought her heart had beat fast before, but now it thudded in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her hand grazed across cold stone as she dashed around a corner. She snuck a quick glance behind her and nearly yelped to see him only a few steps away. A ferocious grin painted his lips as she laughed and flew from his reaching grasp.

She only made it a few more steps before she felt his fingers grasp her arm and whip her around. He quickly backed her into a dark alcove away from any prying eyes. Though, she doubted that any would find them this far from the festivities. Breathless giggles spilled from her throat as she gazed up at him and he hummed amused.

A hand slipped to her waist and somehow impossibly, he moved closer to her. Her laughter slowly diminishing as her curiosity started to take over. She had never been this close to a man before... she liked the strength she felt in his grip, the warmth that emitted from his form. Tentatively, she smoothed a hand up his chest and reveled in the firm feel of his body.

His lips hovered just inches from hers, "Do you submit, lady?"

Submit?

Was she not a woman? Did the world not demand that she submit to men? A faint resentment burned in her heart at the word. She would only submit when forced.

Again, she refrained from answering and instead stole what she wanted. It was quick, a faint brushing of her mouth against his before she pulled back when he pressed for more. A low growl rumbled through his chest that made her smile.

"What's your name?" He asked, brushing his lips over her ear.

The sensation tickled her and sent a strange tingling heat to her core. Licking her lips, she gave her middle name, "Charlotte."

He pulled back with a faint frown, "Are you mocking me, milady?"

She pursed her lips, confusion apparent as she met his suspicious glance. He reached up and removed his mask, allowing her to see his handsome features fully. When she merely arched a brow at him, he realized that she did not recognize him.

He couldn't hold back a faint laugh, "My name is Charles, milady. Charles Brandon."

The name meant nothing to her.

"Charles and Charlotte. How fortuitous." She murmured, sagely amused. She drew a finger down his cheek and to the very lips she wanted to taste again. She gasped startled when his tongue darted out to suck on her delicate digit, all the while he held her gaze.

A flush spread across her cheeks and her stomach clenched again... how improper, but she dared not look away. Charles captured her wrist as he pulled away and placed a light kiss to the sensitive flesh, "Do you submit, Lady Charlotte?"

It took her a moment to remember how to speak, but even she was surprised by what fell from her lips, "...No..."

Charles raised a brow and slipped tantalizing fingers beneath the hem of her bodice, "No?"

Georgiana leaned into his touch as she tried in vain to suppress a moan that rose to her tongue, "No... I do not submit...But I do consent."

The distinction was important to her, maybe foolishly so, but it mattered little because he was upon her in a second. He claimed her mouth with the ferocity of a winter storm. So harsh, his lips bruised hers, but so pleasantly cool as his wicked tongued enticed her. He swallowed her whimpers and delved desperate touches to the small hints of skin her gown revealed. I

It wasn't enough by half. Her game of chase had whetted his appetite and he was so very hungry now. He needed her undressed and prostrated before him.

Abruptly, he pulled back and wrapped his hand firmly around her wrist as he pulled her down the hall. They weren't far from his chambers, but Georgiana wasn't to know that as she stumbled after him, flushed and bewildered.

She opened her mouth to demand an explanation, but he seemed to sense her confusion as he smirked at her over his shoulder, "A bed would be preferable, lady... and you will submit."

The surety in his voice had her baulking on principle, but a smaller part of her thrilled and fluttered at the pronouncement. 

So, he had made the distinction. 

Unbidden, her maidenhood clinched and shuddered around nothing and she had the sudden desperate desired to know what it would be like to be filled... to submit.

Oh God...What devil had she surrendered to?

The question reverberated in her consciousness as she was pulled into a dark room and Charles soundly locked the door. He didn't give her time to protest or rethink her actions before he attacked her lips again. She groaned as his expert touches drew her further into a curious sparking pleasure. Her own hands divested him of the colorful broach that held his collar closed as she sought the smooth flesh that laid underneath. He was so incredibly warm and felt so hard.

How could one man be this dizzying?

Time seemed to blur and disappear as articles of clothing littered the ground and they both became consumed by taste and touch. Rough fingers teased and tweaked at her nipples, pebbling the sensitive dusty pink skin until it was a darker blush. Georgiana whined and whimpered as her body was assaulted with these new and strange touches. Her nails raked across his bare shoulders as she arched into him, his responding growl, a pleasure in itself.

It was only when his hand slid down to her mound that she suddenly became aware of the wetness seeping from her. Unthinkingly embarrassed, she pressed her thighs together seeking to hide, but Charles would have none of it.

"No. No hiding." His blue eyes blazed down at her as he purposefully grasped her knees and forcefully parted her legs and pressed them to her chest, "Look at how wet you are... Absolutely, delicious."

She went scarlet and mewled lightly in protest as he chuckled sinfully. His gaze disappeared as he dipped down and she jumped when she felt the firm press of wet tongue to her most intimate area. Another rumble of laughter came from him, but Georgiana suddenly didn't care as the vibrations sent a strange tingling sensation to her belly and down through her legs.

She squirmed and wiggled, not sure if she was trying to get closer or further from him. Then she felt it. The press of something foreign at her entrance. She looked down, her chest heaving for air, only to find him staring back at her with wild dark eyes as he pushed a finger into her and then another.

It was uncomfortable, but not. It was invasive, but not. It was painful, but not... and she nearly bit through her lip as she watched him slowly pump those thick fingers in and out of her.

Something was building.

A light sheen of sweat started to bead over her skin and she wriggled as she tried to understand what her body was instinctively searching for, as she tried to find relief from this strange new pressure. She jerked when his thumb brushed over her swollen nub and white sparks of pleasure shuttered her eyes. Her walls clenched desperately around his fingers and she moaned, grasping at the sheets beneath her. She ached so sweetly and then he did it again. 

A soft brush back and forth, barely-there – just enough for those sparks to ignite again, but this time he didn't stop. She cried out hoarsely as her legs jerked and her walls spasmed, releasing that exquisite pressure so swiftly that she was lost in seconds.

It took several minutes before she spiraled down from the heavens, he had sent her to. When she opened her eyes, it was to see him sucking on the fingers that had been in her, "Delicious."

A low whine left her at the sinful sight and he grinned darkly at her before he suddenly crouched and smoothed a trail of kisses and feather-light touches up her belly and over her chest, "You came so beautifully."

It was such a stark contrast to what had felt like a violent release that her body seemed to hum in response. She bit back further whimpers but spread her shaky legs to accommodate his broad body as he worked his way back up her.

Charles pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth and reached out to undo the ties of the blue lace mask that had managed to stay on this long. To his surprise, she tilted her head away from his touch, "Leave it."

"I want to see you. All of you." Yet, he didn't reach for the mask again.

Georgiana nearly acquiesced to the light demand in his voice, but a mischievous spark batted down that need. She smirked and nuzzled his cheek as she whispered, "Only if you're very, very good will I remove the mask."

Charles huffed a small laugh, "Have I not been good already?"

She shook her head, "Do better."

"You will regret that, lady." He murmured softly and started to tease her core once more. They were playing his game now after all, "Submit to me."

"No, sir." She breathed.

His cock twitched at being addressed so, though he knew that she hadn't meant it to be provocative. More than ever before, he was determined to get her to submit to him. He twisted her onto her stomach and straddled the backs of her knees. Biting kisses peppered her shoulders before he yanked her back by her hair into a kneeling position.

A smile crossed his lips as she caught sight of herself in his dressing mirror and gasped. Her body glistened, nipples hard, face flushed. She was an appetizing sight, but she could only stare as his hands reached around to caress at her intimate areas. He nudged her hair to the side with his nose as he nibbled lightly on her ear and enjoyed the small noises of pleasure she couldn't help, but emit, "Submit."

"N..n-no." She stuttered. Her hands grasped at his hips, pulling him closer in an attempt to find stability.

He bit punishingly at her neck and was rewarded with a lewd groan. His hard cock pressed firmly into the seam of her ass and she whimpered when he began to rock gently against her, "Submit."

A choked denial fell from her lips and he growled.

Her eyes were forced to watch as his hands slid over her stomach to her breasts as he groped and teased at her soft mounds. If it were possible, she flushed darker at the erotic sight of her body being handled so. Shame and embarrassment twirled in her veins despite the heated pleasure he was giving her and she attempted to look away. A particularly hard pinch to her nipple had her crying out as he brought her head back around, "Who said you could stop looking, lady? Eyes forward."

"It's unseemly, Charles." She whimpered pleadingly.

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "And you enjoy it. I can tell. As wanton as a whore, you are."

She should be outraged, but only a low moan echoed from her mouth as she felt that lovely heat pool even hotter in her belly again. She shouldn't like being debased like this, but she did. He seemed to know what she was thinking as he smiled against her neck.

He scooted forward and pressed his legs into hers, keeping her thighs locked together tight before shifting ever slightly to slip his cock along her slit tauntingly. They both groaned at the sensation. She was so wet that he was able to grind against her easily. The head of his cock rubbed teasingly against her clit and she writhed back against him breathless. Unwittingly trying to angle him into her tight little entrance. He locked his arms around her as he fucked her shapely thighs and watched as her coil of pleasure began to wind tight again.

"Submit." He breathed and when she shook her head, unable to voice her denial, he shifted again and his cock left her well-attended and swollen clit alone. Georgiana whined in protest as he continued to chase his pleasure, but refused hers, "Submit or I'll continue to bring you to the edge with no relief while I find mine so close to your shuddering little hole."

"Charles." She gasped pleadingly.

It wasn't enough and he slid a hand over the curve of her ass and to the other hole that had thus far been neglected. It was almost as wet as her entrance and he prodded the rim tentatively, smirking as she tried to jerk away, "Even this little hole is winking in need."

He toyed and played with the delicate flesh, making her moan and cry, "Submit, Charlotte."

Instead of answering him, she pressed back against him suddenly trapping his hand between them. He found her gaze in the mirror and his breath was stolen by the desperate fire peering back at him. The muscles of her thighs tensed around his cock and he groaned at the exquisite feel. The little minx was trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

That just wasn't acceptable.

Before she could try to take further control, he pressed her down into the bed and soundly smacked her bottom, "That was very naughty, Charlotte."

"You...enjoyed it."

A surprisingly delighted smile tugged at his mouth and he spanked her again, "Mouthy, brat. Submit."

She yelped and shook her head.

"Very well." He murmured and continued to turn her little bottom red.

She yelped and whimpered with each strike, but to his amazement didn't try to pull away. Low sobs began to pull from her throat as he continued her punishment before finally, he stopped and placed a hand to either side of her head. He lowered his body down onto hers and nuzzled lightly against her cheek. He wished that she had let him remove the mask. Ever so gently, he ground against her warmed bottom until he felt her arch into him and stilled, "Submit. I can feel how much you want it. Submit, darling."

She was close to giving in, he could practically taste it. Georgiana whined lowly as she pressed desperately against him, "Charles, I... I..."

"You?" He drawled softly.

"Please."

He kept still and allowed her to writhe against him, "Please what, Charlotte?"

She grunted in frustration when she couldn't get him to move, "Please I... I need you..."

"You need me...?" His tongue lathed at the rim of her ear, "Come on, darling, just a few more words."

"I need you to..." She choked as his hand moved under her and swallowed the last of her pride, "God... I need you to -to take me. I –I s-submit. I submit. Please."

A pleased hum sounded above her before she felt Charles press a kiss to the crown of her head, "Good girl."

He sat back on his heels and widened her legs, admiring his handiwork as she presented to him. He placed a light kiss to either cheek before he pulled her hips up. No more teasing. They were both at the end of their patience. With little warning, he positioned himself at her weeping hole and entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out at the intrusion and he lost his breath at her velvet tightness. He wasn't going to last long if she kept gripping him this titillatingly.

Georgiana's breath shuddered and groaned as she wiggled and attempted to adjust to his girth. He was much bigger than his fingers. Painfully so.

He pressed his head between her shoulder blades and groaned with every twitch and shift of her stretched muscles. His fingers left bruising marks in her hips before he withdrew and slammed into her again. She choked on a cry, lost somewhere in the realm between pain and pleasure as he set a punishing pace. It wasn't until he brushed against something that made her see stars that she found the strength to meet his thrusts with her own. It felt so good... so much better than his fingers.

It didn't take long before she felt that beautifully exquisite pressure again, building and swelling around his cock. However, this time she felt a heat tremble from the tip of her toes to burn through her legs to her core. It was almost unbearable.

Sensing she was near her end, Charles slid a hand further over her hip and to her swollen nub. His rough fingers pinched lightly at that sensitive organ and the resultant eruption was magnificent.

 Georgiana cried out, her legs locking against his as she stiffened and trembled. It was too much and she pressed her face into the mattress as she spasmed around his cock, sobbing her release.

Charles moaned as she clenched tightly, her walls attempting to milk him of his seed. His hips stuttered in an irregular rhythm before he spilled into her. For a few moments more he continued to undulate against her, reveling in everything she gave him before his strength began to wane. With a heavy breath, he collapsed next to her and slowly drew her into his arms.

Their coupling had been intense...more than he expected. Her sobs had turned to quiet sniffles as she fought to regain control. Charles pressed a comforting hand to her back as he shushed her, "You're alright. You were so good, darling."

Georgiana clung to him. She wanted to ask if it was always like that but didn't want to betray the fact that she had just handed him the only thing that made her valuable in the world. Her virginity was gone and she couldn't find it in herself to regret it. Somehow, she doubted her wedding night would be this good. She took a few steadying breaths, allowing herself to take the comfort that Charles was offering. His soothing touches and whispered praises were doing much to settle her.

Slowly, the late hour began to dawn on her and she realized she needed to get back to her chambers before her father realized she was missing. Gingerly, she sat up, cringing as sticky seed and blood slid down her thighs. The pain to her bottom was secondary.

Charles frowned as he watched her, "Where are you going?"

Georgiana smiled faintly, "I need to leave before I'm missed."

She leaned back down and stole a last kiss before she stood on shaky feet and quickly donned her chemise and petticoat. Charles sat up and snatched her hand before she could get much further in her escape, "Stay. I hardly doubt a few more hours will matter."

"I'm not foolish enough to risk it." She countered, gently shaking him off and gathered the rest of her clothes. She could put everything else on in the hall. If she stayed then she would simply end up in his bed for the rest of the night.

Georgiana made it to the door before Charles spoke again, "Lady Charlotte, I believe you made me a promise if I was good."

She paused and eyed the smug glint in his eye and the arrogant smile painting his lips. The pride she had swallowed earlier reared its head again, "Bold of you to assume you were good, sir."

Instead of bringing him down a peg, his smile grew as he cocked a brow at her, "Charlotte, do I need to warm your lovely arse again?"

She blushed darkly at the reminder of their actions and even worse felt her walls clench in anticipation. At his chuckle, she sharply turned to the door again. Without giving herself time to think her actions through, she undid the lace of her mask and threw it back towards his bed before bolting out the door. He never had a chance to see her face.

It was only as he reached to grab the memento, that he noticed the blood. He stiffened and drew his fingers over the wet spot. He hadn't thought he had been that rough and she hadn't mentioned any undo pain to him. It was only as he replayed their affair that he remembered her tentativeness in touching him initially, the curiosity that had burned in her gaze... all that he had taken as an act of well-played coyness. Gods, it hadn't been an act. She had been truly innocent.

He quickly scampered for his trousers and leapt for the door, concern, and sudden possessiveness rearing within him. He wanted no one else to see her as he had or touch her. Odd considering, he wasn't even fully sure what she looked like, but it was too late... she was already gone.

Next Chapter

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Now you are getting it!

This is a tickle related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Nefeli (15) is pranking her brothers so they get their revenge

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is requested by @cityofdreams-writing, I hope you'll like this!

Situation: Revenge

Sentence starters: “I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in…”

Lots of love Nef 💕

“Nef come back here right now!”

“You are getting it so hard right now!”

“You cannot escape us!”

“You are gonna pay!”

The siblings’ screeches were echoing the whole house as the twins, Jimin and Taehyung were chasing their little sister.

Nefeli was currently running up the stairs of their house and running straight to the twins’ room, in hope that she would find a better hiding spot in there than her own room.

Maybe putting blue hair color in their shampoo bottles wasn’t the wisest choice, right? Being home alone and pranking the prank kings? Mieh, bad one.

With two, now blue-haired young lads hot on her heels, she entered their room, looking around for a good hiding spot and guess what she chose. Under Jimin’s bed... Not even the closet.

Taehyung got into the room as well, Jimin falling on him a bit from behind. The youngest twin groaned a bit, shushing Jimin as he returned to find his little sister “Oh Neffie... Come out wherever you are...!”

“You know you cannot hide from us... We’re gonna get you...!” Jimin closed the door behind him, following his brother who was roaming around the room “We are not gonna hurt you, baby girl...”

“Yeah, it’s only gonna tickle a lot...” Nef felt her face heating up as soon as Taehyung said that, trying to swallow her giggles. Well, pranking your own personal tickle monsters wasn’t the best idea, right? Now she was gonna get it. At least she was hiding under the bed...

However, what the young girl hadn’t realized was that her feet weren’t under the bed... And what was even worse was that Jimin and Taehyung had already seen them...

Smirking, the two boys approached the bed and sat on it, facing Nef’s way smaller yet exposable bare feet “I am wondering where Neffie went” Jimin nudged Tae playfully, looking around the room.

“Hm, maybe she is in her room?” Taehyung brushed his nails over Nef’s soles, making her squeal and curl her toes.

“Or maybe she is in the closet” Jimin on the other hand gently grabbed with his thumb and index finger her second toe, wiggling and playing with it gently.

Nefeli at this point had to cover her mouth to bite her uncontrollable giggles which were threatening to escape her. But she wasn’t doing much.

“Is the bed giggling?” Taehyung asked like nothing was happening at all and Jimin simply shrugged “I cannot hear anything”

Nef was trying to pull her feet back to hide them, but the boys were making it very difficult for her to do so. They just kept going with their assault on her poor feet. Never faster never slower. They just kept going at the same pace, driving their little sister crazy.

And that until Jimin decided to be mean and scribble softly with his nails all over her sole. She let out a loud scream and finally pulled her feet under the bed, giggling hardly.

She was screwed...

“Oh there you are, you little rascal!” Jimin jumped in his feet, pulling his little sister by her ankles. She tried to run away again, but Taehyung quickly pulled her back and onto his own bed, pinning her arms above her head and sitting on them while Jimin sat on her thighs “You have 5 seconds to apologize otherwise you are going to pay!” Taehyung was poking alternatively her armpits with each syllable.

“Gah nahahahahao! Blue suits yahahaha anywahahahay!” Nefeli giggled out, trying to slam her arms down to protect her armpits, only for Jimin to start poking her sides too “I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in...” Jimin smirked widely, poking faster.

Her giggles were raising octaves as the pokes were getting faster and faster. She was squirming around and giggling hysterically while she was hiding her face in her arm “Thahahahat’s meahahahan!”

“Oh, that’s not mean...” Jimin dragged his words, creating anticipation “THIS is tho!” Taehyung completed the sentence like twins usually do by digging in her armpits as Jimin started squeezing her hips fastly.

Nef let out a loud screech and fell in loud, belly laughter as she was trying to pull her arms down and throw Jimin off her so she could escape, but she wasn’t doing anything. Her brothers were way too stronger than her. Add that they were 10 years older, that wasn’t doing her any favors.

“What’s so funny, huh?” Jimin teased as he was drilling his thumbs on her hips, touching every sensitive nerve he could.

“Oh don’t tell me it tickles!” Taehyung was now scribbling with one hand on her armpit while the other was scribbling softly behind her ear.

“IT DOAHAHAHAHAS AHAHAHAHA!” she cried out, kicking her legs up and down and shaking her head in order to stop the ticklish feeling behind her ear.

“I can do this all day!” Jimin exclaimed, moving his squeezes to his little sister’s sides.

As if someone hit a button, Nefeli immediately felt a wave of ticklishness hitting her body, driving her crazy. She screamed loudly and immediately fell in hysterical laughter, thrashing around as much as she could “NAHAHAHAHAOT THEAHAHAHAHARE AHAHAHAHA!” she yelled in between her laughter, shaking her head side to side.

“Not where? Not heeeeere?” Jimin started squeezing faster her sides, focusing on the middle of them, which was the most sensitive spot on her sides.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO JIMIAHAHAHAN AHAHAHA!” Nef screamed loudly, shaking her head faster.

“Ahh stop screaming and lemme tickle you!” Taehyung exclaimed, scribbling faster on her armpits before he bent down and blew a long raspberry in her neck.

“TAHAHAHAE I HAHAHAHATE YAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!” Nefeli cried in hysterical laughter, kicking out nonstop.

“Ohoho now you are getting it!” before Nef could react to that, Taehyung had already bent down more and had started nibbling on her neck.

Bad move for Nef. Nibbles were always a weakness of hers and the twins knew that pretty well. Of course, they wouldn’t miss the chance of taking advantage of it. Especially every time she was being cheeky.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHASE TAHAHAHAHAE NAHAHAHAO NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHA!” Nef shrieked loudly, arching her back and throwing her head back in hysterical laughter again.

“Ah little one, don't you think you deserve this?” Jimin shook his 5 fingertips on the middle of her exposed tummy, while the other hand was behind her knee, scribbling behind it, which only tickled the poor girl way more than before.

“NAHAHAHAHAO YOU AHAHAHAHARE SO BAHAHAHAHAD AHAHAHAHAHA!” she shrieked louder, kicking out harder and harder as the nibbles were becoming faster and way more ticklish than before.

“You are asking for it!” Jimin raised Nefeli’s blouse higher and before she could even scream a ‘no’ he had already bent down and had blown several raspberries all over her middle section.

“NAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHASE DAHAHAHAN’T DO THAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHA!” at this point Nefeli was feeling like billions of tiny bugs were running up and down her sensitive skin. It tickled so much that she couldn’t even say a proper sentence without bursting into hysterical laughter.

Suddenly, Taehyung shot up from his seat and ran somewhere Nefeli wish he had never gone to. Her feet. He sat on her ankles and pulled her toes back, turning to her “Just give it up now or you’ll find yourself in even worse trouble” However, the only thing which was coming out of her mouth was loud, belly laughter, and nothing else “Hm, fine, you asked for it” in a flash of light, Taehyung had turned to her again and was already scribbling with his blunt nails all over Nef’s sole and base of her toes.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NAHAHAHAHAO AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEAHAHAHAHASE AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAOT THEAHAHAHAHAHARE AHAHAHAHA!!!” she shrieked louder than ever while she was pushing on Jimin’s hands, trying to escape.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Jimin bent down, facing her ribs “Your ribs look so delicious little one! Nomnomnom!” he started nibbling on her poor ribs, sides, and waist. The worst thing anyone could do to her.

“Are you sorry yet?” Taehyung asked her as he was playing with Nef’s toes with one hand while the other was scribbling her other sole, sending her into fits of pure hysterics as tears were rolling down her rosy cheeks.

Nefeli was reaching her breaking point as the seconds were passing. It tickled way too much than she had ever experienced. She couldn’t take any longer, so she just had to give up “YEAHAHAHAHAS! I AHAHAHAHAM SO SAHAHAHAHAORRY!” she yelled, before falling into silent laughter.

The two boys immediately pulled away from their little sister, letting her catch her breath and curl up “You ahahahare so meahahahan!” she giggled out, panting while her brothers were smirking down at her.

“You deserved it!” Jimin jumped next to her, cuddling her closely, knowing from experience that would help her calm down.

“You totally did, you little rascal!” Taehyung was rubbing circles on her back soothingly, cuddling her as well.

“I’m sorry” Nef apologized, leaning onto Tae a bit.

“It’s okay Nef don’t worry, I think I actually like them anyway” Jimin admitted, stroking his own hair a bit, making both his twin and Nef giggle.

What they didn’t know was that the hair color was permanent. Well, this was gonna be a looooong day for the poor girl...

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The Transfers (Riverdale one-shot)

This is a Riverdale (CW TV show) one-shot. The gifs are not mine. I found them here on tumblr. All credit goes to the rightful owners.

I would like to thank @amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines​ for making an Instagram profile for my original character Hannah Pearson.

Summary: Hannah Pearson is a member of the Southside Serpents and Sweet Pea's girlfriend. After Southside High shuts down, she transfers to Riverdale High with the other Serpents.

Rating: T

Warning: Swearing and mild sexual content

Cast

Cole Sprouse as Jughead Jones

Vanessa Morgan as Toni Topaz

Jordan Connor as Sweet Pea

Willa Holland as Hannah Pearson

Drew Ray Tanner as Fangs Fogarty

Camila Mendes as Veronica Lodge

KJ Apa as Archie Andrews

Madelaine Petsch as Cheryl Blossom

Charles Melton as Reggie Mantle

Lili Reinhart as Betty Cooper

Skeet Ulrich as FP Jones

Danielle Campbell as Emma Walker

Author's note

This one-shot is set in an alternate universe where Jughead didn't break up with Betty after she did the Serpent dance, Jughead and Toni never kissed, the Black Hood got Betty to choose his victims but didn't make her end her relationship with Jughead and her friendship with Veronica, Archie and Veronica didn't break up and Veronica didn't start dating Reggie, Alice, Polly, Cheryl, Kevin, Toni, Fangs, and Principal Weatherbee never joined the Farm, the Farm never kidnapped Betty, Toni, Cheryl, and Fangs were never kicked out of the Serpents, the Pretty Poisons don't exist, Toni and Cheryl didn't break up, Jughead and the rest of the Serpents didn't start playing Gryphons and Gargoyles, FP and Alice never dated or had an affair, the Stonewall Prep storyline never happened, and Principal Honey was never hired.

On the Heathers casting sheet, which you can find on Riverdale showrunner Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa's Twitter page, Sweet Pea wrote the initials NM, and Fangs wrote the initials FF. Based on that, we can assume Sweet Pea's first name starts with the letter N and his last name starts with the letter M and Fangs' first name and last name start with the letter F. I chose the name Nathan Montgomery for Sweet Pea and the name Francis Fogarty for Fangs.

Jughead Jones led Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea, Hannah Pearson, Fangs Fogarty, and the rest of the Southside Serpents through the doors of Riverdale High School. Sweet Pea gripped Hannah's hand tightly as they walked down the hallway. Toni and Fangs walked beside Sweet Pea and Hannah, glaring at anyone who looked at them the wrong way.

The Serpents stopped walking when they saw the table that Veronica Lodge, her boyfriend, Archie Andrews, and Kevin Keller were standing behind.

Veronica smiled. "Friends! On behalf of the students and faculty here at Riverdale High, welcome to your new school! To ease this transition, I've set up a registration desk, where you can get your locker assignments, class schedules, and a list of sports and extracurriculars. We encourage each and every one of you to drink deeply from the cup that is fair Riverdale."

"Stand down, Eva Perón!" Cheryl Blossom yelled, walking down the stairs, followed by Reggie Mantle and a group of girls in blue and gold cheerleading uniforms.

Veronica sighed and looked at Jughead before facing Cheryl.

"There's the school spirit I so fondly remember," Jughead said sarcastically.

"Cheryl." Veronica acknowledged, glaring at the redheaded girl. "No one invited Fascist Barbie to the party."

"Wrong, Veronica. No one invited Southside scum to our school." Cheryl said, crossing her arms over her chest.

The Serpents tensed.

"Listen up, ragamuffins!" Cheryl yelled.

"Ragamuffins? What kind of insult is that?" Hannah asked.

Hannah was tall and slender. Her long brown hair was parted in the middle and styled in loose curls. She was wearing an unzipped black leather jacket with the Southside Serpents symbol on the back, an unbuttoned long-sleeved green and white plaid flannel shirt over a white tank top, dark blue denim jeans, and black combat boots with black laces. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour. She had a double-headed snake tattoo on her left arm, but it couldn't be seen underneath her jacket. She didn't have any other tattoos besides her Serpent tattoo. She didn't have any scars or birthmarks. She didn't have any piercings.

Hannah was 16 years old. She joined the Serpents when she was 15. She did her Serpent dance to Warrant's song Cherry Pie. She lost her virginity to a guy her age one night at a party shortly after she joined the Serpents. They weren't romantically involved. It was just a hookup, nothing more. At some point, she and Sweet Pea realized they were attracted to one another and started dating.

Cheryl looked at Hannah with raised eyebrows and then started speaking again. "I will not allow Riverdale High's above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms that are overcrowded with underachievers, so please do us all a favour and find some other school to debase with your hard-scrabble ways." She looked the Serpents up and down with a fake smile on her cherry red lips and held her hands together in front of her.

"Why don't you come over here and say that to my face?" Toni asked angrily, moving towards Cheryl. Jughead, Sweet Pea, Hannah, and Fangs followed her, ready to fight.

Cheryl got in Toni's face. "Happily, Queen of the Buskers."

"She is just asking to get her ass kicked," Hannah muttered to Sweet Pea. She was about to lunge at Cheryl, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"Okay, guys, can we just put our differences aside and start over?" Archie stood in between Toni and Cheryl. Hannah's gaze went from being focused on Cheryl to being focused on him. "A clean slate?" He looked between Cheryl and the Serpents.

"You don't speak for the Bulldogs, Andrews, and need I remind you that these greaser snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass," Reggie said, giving Archie a pointed look.

"Happy to finish what we started." Sweet Pea threatened, shoving past Toni and moving towards Reggie. He stopped in his tracks when he felt Fangs and Jughead's arms hold him back.

Veronica stood in between Reggie and Sweet Pea, putting a hand on Sweet Pea's left arm. "I'm so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now," she said loudly, her voice full of annoyance.

"All right, that's enough pomp and circumstance! Everyone, get to class now!" Principal Weatherbee yelled.

Reggie backed off.

Veronica took her hand off of Sweet Pea's arm. He began to walk towards the staircase. Jughead shoved him, causing him to pick up the pace. He could make out the rustling of papers as he and the rest of the Serpents walked down the hallway.

"Stupid Northsiders," Sweet Pea grumbled.

"It's okay, babe. Everything will get better." Hannah said, rubbing Sweet Pea's arm and getting him to calm down. "And if it doesn't, we'll just kick their asses," she added. He laughed.

Hannah walked into the math classroom. Math was her last class of the day. Once the clock struck 3, she would be able to get on her motorcycle and go back to her trailer.

None of the other Serpents had math at this time of day besides Jughead, who was sitting next to a girl with fair skin, blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail wearing a white t-shirt, an unbuttoned pink cardigan, dark blue denim jeans, and beige ankle-length boots.

The girl was named Elizabeth Cooper. She was Jughead's girlfriend. Hannah met her at FP's retirement party. She was as sweet as apple pie and was one of the few Northsiders Hannah could stand to be around.

Hannah sat on the other side of Jughead and smiled at Betty. "Hey, Betty."

Betty smiled back. "Hey, Hannah."

The teacher wrote an equation on the whiteboard and explained it to the class.

Hannah listened intently while writing in her notebook. Despite what people like Cheryl and Reggie may think, she was actually pretty smart and cared about getting an education.

The clock struck 3, and Hannah left the classroom and walked out to the parking lot. She got on her motorcycle and drove to her trailer.

Betty laid in her bed, cell phone in hand, browsing Instagram. The name Hannah Pearson showed up in the list of suggested followers. She tapped on Hannah's profile picture and checked out her profile. Hannah had 99 posts and 85 followers and was following 100 people. At the top of the page, there were pictures of Hannah, a picture of Hannah's black Honda CB550 motorcycle, and a picture of the outside of the Whyte Wyrm.

Betty scrolled down the page and saw a close-up of the Serpent tattoo on Hannah's left arm, pictures of Hannah and Sweet Pea, and pictures of Hannah, Toni, and Fangs. She couldn't help but smile at how cute Hannah and Sweet Pea were together and how close Hannah and her friends were.

Betty hit the follow button. A few minutes later, she got a notification saying that Hannah had followed her.

A few weeks had passed since the Serpents transferred to Riverdale High. The Bulldogs and the Serpents had been in their fair share of fights, and Principal Weatherbee had banned the Serpents from wearing their leather jackets and showing their tattoos. Sweet Pea had to wear a turtleneck in order to cover his tattoo, much to the amusement of the rest of the Serpents.

Hannah was talking to Fangs in the student lounge. She stifled a laugh as Sweet Pea walked in. "You look great, babe."

Fangs turned around and burst into laughter.

Sweet Pea was wearing a white turtleneck underneath an unbuttoned blue and white plaid flannel shirt with long sleeves, dark blue denim jeans, and black combat boots with black laces.

"Shut the fuck up," Sweet Pea grumbled, making his way over to Hannah.

Hannah tried to conceal her smile. "It suits you."

Hannah was wearing a grey tank top underneath an unbuttoned red and grey plaid flannel shirt with long sleeves, dark blue denim jeans, and black ankle-length leather boots with silver studs on the buckles. Her long brown hair was styled in loose curls. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Fangs smiled. "Yeah. It...Um…It brings out the colour of your eyes."

Sweet Pea shoved Fangs.

"It's really not that bad. I've seen Fangs wear much worse." Hannah said.

"Hey!" Fangs exclaimed, offended.

Hannah kissed Sweet Pea. "You would look good in anything, I promise."

"Thanks, but that doesn't make me feel any better." Sweet Pea said.

"Are you guys busy tonight?" Fangs asked.

Sweet Pea shook his head. "No."

"Do you want to go see Love, Simon at the Bijou with me?" Fangs asked.

"I was going to invite Toni, but she's too busy trying to get with Cheryl Bombshell." Fangs rolled his eyes.

"Sounds like fun. We'll be there." Hannah told Fangs.

That night, Sweet Pea, Hannah, and Fangs arrived at the Bijou in Sweet Pea's truck. Sweet Pea held Hannah's hand as they walked in and found their seats.

Fangs nudged Sweet Pea and Hannah. "Guys, look."

Sweet Pea and Hannah turned around.

Toni was sitting next to Cheryl. She made a flirtatious comment, causing Cheryl to blush.

Hannah smiled. "Aww, how cute!"

Cheryl and Toni became a couple a few weeks after their date.

Principal Weatherbee lifted the ban on Serpent jackets and Serpent tattoos, and the Serpents started wearing their jackets to school again.

Betty and Jughead lost their virginity.

Hannah stood beside Sweet Pea, laughing at something stupid he had said. Fangs was on the other side of him. Jughead was in front of them. She looked around the park and saw Cheryl standing next to Toni and laughing. She smiled.

Jughead's father, FP Jones, whistled, getting the attention of the Serpents.

"Listen up, now! All right, listen up!" FP yelled.

"Some 60 years ago, the very first Serpent meeting took place on these same riverbanks. Now, it makes sense that this is where we gather now, where I…Where I say my goodbye. Jughead, would you step up here, son?" FP asked.

The crowd started muttering.

"What the fuck is going on?" Hannah whispered to Sweet Pea.

Hannah was wearing her black leather jacket with the Southside Serpents symbol on the back, an unbuttoned long-sleeved blue and black plaid flannel shirt over a black tank top, dark blue denim jeans, and black ankle-length leather boots with silver studs on the buckles. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour. Her hair was straight.

"I have no idea. To be honest, I thought we came here to get drunk and celebrate how far we've come." Sweet Pea said.

Hannah laughed.

Jughead walked towards FP.

"What are you doing?" Jughead mumbled.

"What I should have done a long time ago," FP muttered.

"I'm retiring from the Serpents." FP announced. The muttering got louder. "For real this time."

FP put his arm around Jughead's shoulder. "Now, my boy has never stopped fighting for this crew. Hell, he almost died for it." He turned to face his son. "That's why I'm giving you the mantle."

The crowd cheered. Sweet Pea hit Fangs, making him wince.

"And now, as your first official duty as Serpent King…" FP nodded to Toni, who made her way towards FP and Jughead and handed FP a red leather jacket with the Southside Serpents symbol on the back.

"I think you know what to do with this." FP handed the jacket to his son. Jughead smiled.

"All right, all right," Jughead muttered. "All I can say is…I love you, Dad. And the Serpents will not die out. Not on my watch."

The crowd cheered.

Cheryl walked towards Jughead, and they smiled at each other as he gave her the red leather jacket.

"Welcome to the Serpents, Cheryl." Hannah said.

Cheryl smiled at Hannah before making her way over to Toni and kissing her.

"One more thing." Jughead pulled out his cell phone. "We have a new Serpent Queen." He called Betty.

Fangs started dating a girl named Emma Walker.

Emma was a Northsider. She was on the cheerleading squad with Betty, Veronica, Cheryl, and Toni. There were no other Serpents on the cheerleading squad besides Toni.

Jughead finished writing Anatomy of a Murder, his book on Jason Blossom's death and the effect it had on the people of Riverdale. It made it to the top of the New York Times Best Seller list.

After their lunch date at Pop's, Sweet Pea and Hannah went back to his trailer.

Hannah walked into Sweet Pea's bedroom. Sweet Pea followed her. He shut the door.

Hannah took off her black combat boots, dark blue denim jeans, black t-shirt, and Serpent jacket, leaving her in just her black lingerie.

Sweet Pea left a trail of kisses on the side of Hannah's neck, rubbing his hands up and down her legs. Hannah groaned in pleasure, taking off Sweet Pea's clothes, leaving him in just his boxers.

Hannah straddled Sweet Pea's body as they laid on top of the bed. She kissed down his body, creeping closer to his boxers. Sweet Pea flipped them over so that he was on top. The two kissed each other all over as they made love.

Sweet Pea and Hannah collapsed on the bed next to each other.

"You up for round 2?" Sweet Pea asked.

Hannah rolled on top of Sweet Pea. "Definitely."

At the beginning of junior year, Hal and Alice got divorced, Emma and Fangs lost their virginity, Hiram and Hermione got divorced, FP became the sheriff of Riverdale, Veronica opened a speakeasy in the basement of Pop's, Cheryl lost her virginity to Toni, Hal and Hiram were sentenced to life in prison, Alice and FP's son, Charles Smith, shut down the Farm, Hermione got people to stop playing Gryphons and Gargoyles, burned every single copy of the player's handbook, and arrested the Gargoyle Gang, Gladys and Jellybean moved back to Toledo, Fangs' mother succumbed to her illness, Toni's grandfather died of old age, and Pop Tate died of old age.

After the fall of the Gargoyle Gang, a new gang arrived in Riverdale. They were called the Scorpions. Each member wore a black leather jacket with a big red scorpion on the back. They dealt drugs and street raced for sport, just like the Ghoulies had.

The Serpents and the Scorpions were enemies.

At the beginning of senior year, Fred died in a hit-and-run accident after stopping alongside the road to help a stranded motorist.

Friday, June 21, 2019

It was the night of the senior prom.

The dance was being held at the Five Seasons.

Veronica, Betty, Cheryl, Hannah, and Emma had gotten ready for the dance at Betty's house.

The limo Veronica had rented pulled into Betty's driveway.

Archie, Jughead, Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs stepped out of the limo and stood in the driveway, waiting for Veronica, Betty, Cheryl, Hannah, and Emma to step out of the house.

Archie was wearing a black suit, a white dress shirt, a black necktie, and black dress shoes with black laces.

Jughead was wearing a black suit, a white dress shirt, a black necktie, and black dress shoes with black laces. His beanie rested on top of his head.

Toni was wearing black high-heeled sandals and a strapless black dress with a floor-length skirt. The sweetheart neckline showed a hint of cleavage. Her long brown hair with pink highlights was styled in loose curls. The curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a light shade of berry pink.

Sweet Pea was wearing a black suit, a white dress shirt, a black necktie, and black dress shoes with black laces. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone. His Serpent tattoo was on full display.

Fangs was wearing a black suit, a white dress shirt, a black necktie, and black dress shoes with black laces.

Archie's jaw dropped when he saw Veronica walking towards him. "Wow. You look stunning."

Veronica was wearing navy blue high-heeled sandals and a navy blue floor-length dress. It was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline. The neckline showed a hint of cleavage. The top was folded pieces of soft fabric, and the bottom billowed when she walked, giving her the appearance that she was flying. A small silver chain with a tiny diamond hung low on her chest. Her shoulder-length wavy black hair was in an elegant updo, leaving her neck bare. Her brown eyes were framed by long dark lashes, her lips were plum and shiny, and her cheeks were rosy.

Veronica smiled and gave Archie a peck on the lips. "Thank you, Archie."

Archie walked towards the limo. Veronica walked beside him. He held the door open and took her by the hand, helping her get in the backseat.

Jughead's jaw dropped when he saw Betty walking towards him. "Wow. You look incredible."

Betty was wearing pale pink high-heeled sandals and a pale pink dress with a floor-length skirt and a sweetheart neckline that turned into off-the-shoulder sleeves. The neckline showed a hint of cleavage. A small silver chain with a tiny diamond hung low on her chest. Her long blonde hair was styled in barrel curls. The curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, soft pink eyeshadow, and nude lip gloss.

Betty smiled and gave Jughead a peck on the lips. "Thank you, Jughead."

Jughead walked towards the limo. Betty walked beside him. He held the door open and took her by the hand, helping her get in the backseat.

Toni's jaw dropped when she saw Cheryl walking towards her. "Wow. You look beautiful."

Cheryl was wearing red high-heeled sandals and a red dress with spaghetti straps, a v-neck, and a floor-length skirt with a slit in the right side that reached the middle of the thigh and revealed her right leg. The neckline showed a hint of cleavage. A small silver chain with a tiny diamond hung low on her chest. Her long red hair was styled in barrel curls. The curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft pink eyeshadow. Her lips were cherry red.

Cheryl smiled and gave Toni a peck on the lips. "Thank you, Toni."

Toni and Cheryl walked towards the limo. Toni held the door open and took Cheryl by the hand, helping her get in the backseat.

When Sweet Pea saw Hannah walking towards him, his jaw dropped. "Wow. You look amazing."

Hannah was wearing green high-heeled sandals and a green dress with a v-neck, two spaghetti straps criss-crossing over the open back, and a floor-length skirt. The neckline showed a hint of cleavage. The sides of the dress were cut out, exposing a teasing fraction of skin. Her Serpent tattoo was on full display. Her long brown hair was styled in loose curls. The curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

Hannah smiled and gave Sweet Pea a peck on the lips. "Thank you, Sweet Pea."

Sweet Pea walked towards the limo. Hannah walked beside him. He held the door open and took her by the hand, helping her get in the backseat.

When Fangs saw Emma walking towards him, his jaw dropped. "Wow. You look gorgeous."

Emma was tall and slender with fair skin and blue eyes. She was wearing lavender high-heeled sandals and a strapless lavender dress with a sweetheart neckline, an open back, and a floor-length skirt that flared at the hips with a small train. The neckline showed a hint of cleavage. Her long brown hair was styled in barrel curls. The curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft pink eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty coral pink colour.

Emma smiled and gave Fangs a peck on the lips. "Thank you, Fangs."

Fangs walked towards the limo. Emma walked beside him. He held the door open and took her by the hand, helping her get in the backseat.

The limo drove down the road.

Riverdale High School

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

2:00 p.m.

It was graduation day.

The ceremony was being held in the auditorium. The graduates were sitting in the first row. They were clad in blue graduation gowns and blue graduation caps with gold tassels. The guests were sitting a little farther back.

Betty was the valedictorian. She walked up to the podium and gave a speech.

"Have you ever read a good book or a good story, and when you're on the final chapter and the final page, you feel a sadness you can't explain?"

"Sometimes, if you're lucky, the story or book will have an epilogue or a sequel. I stand here before you, my fellow graduates, to tell you that although this chapter in our lives has ended, the story is far from over."

"We are all still so young. We have time to fall in and out of love and to make mistakes. We still have the opportunity to fail and succeed and to change our minds like we change our clothes. There are tears of sadness running down some of your faces. Why? This isn't the end. This is the beginning of something amazing."

"For some of you, maybe it's college. Maybe it's your dream job. Maybe it's getting married and starting a family. Or maybe it's finally accepting who you are and not being afraid of who you could turn out to be."

"Just promise me one thing. Don't forget what these past few years have brought to your life. Don't forget about the people that taught you all about friendship, bravery, and courage. Don't forget about the smiles and frowns, the laughter and tears, and the breakups and makeups. Don't run from your mistakes. Learn from them and embrace them. I wish you all the happiness in the world. I can't think of a group of people that deserve it more."

Thunderous applause followed Betty's speech.

Betty returned to her seat.

Principal Weatherbee announced that diplomas were going to be handed out. He started calling names.

"Archibald Andrews."

Archie made his way towards the stage. He shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking his diploma back to his seat.

A few more names were called.

"Cheryl Blossom."

Cheryl made her way towards the stage. She shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking her diploma back to her seat.

A few more names were called.

"Elizabeth Cooper."

Betty made her way towards the stage. She shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking her diploma back to her seat.

A few more names were called.

"Francis Fogarty."

Fangs made his way towards the stage. He shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking his diploma back to his seat.

A few more names were called.

"Forsythe Pendleton Jones III."

Jughead made his way towards the stage. He shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking his diploma back to his seat.

A few more names were called.

"Veronica Lodge."

Veronica made her way towards the stage. She shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking her diploma back to her seat.

A few more names were called.

"Nathan Montgomery."

Sweet Pea made his way towards the stage. He shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking his diploma back to his seat.

A few more names were called.

"Hannah Pearson."

Hannah made her way towards the stage. She shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking her diploma back to her seat.

A few more names were called.

"Antoinette Topaz."

Toni made her way towards the stage. She shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking her diploma back to her seat.

A few more names were called.

"Emma Walker."

Emma was the last to graduate. She made her way towards the stage. She shook hands with Principal Weatherbee and the superintendent of the school board before taking her diploma back to her seat.

Principal Weatherbee addressed the crowd. "Everyone, please rise."

The crowd stood up.

Principal Weatherbee turned to the graduates and said, "Graduates, please move your tassels from right to left."

The graduates did as they were told.

"Congratulations to the Riverdale High School class of 2019!" Principal Weatherbee exclaimed.

The graduates threw their caps in the air.

THE END

[zoeykallus]

The Clone And The Gray Part 8 – Reaping What We Sow

Tech x fem.Reader ff

Cosshair x fem.Reader (kinda)

Warning: 18+!! NSFW

SMUT!/Dirty Talk/PiV Sex/ Fingering/ Oral giving and recieving/ Dom-Sub/ Anal Play/Face Sitting/Overstimulation/Reader having a steamy nightmare (kinda)

Also: Cursing/Angst!/Jealousy/Tears/Violence/Drama/ Heartbreak/The Feels/Some Fluff/Pining Crosshair/

In case anyone want's to know about it: Playlist

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Writers Comment:

In parts this one was painfull to write. And it turned out to be really long, Sorry (?)

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What Happened Before:

Please Stay

Keeping A Secret

The Dark Side

Deep Inside

Perception

No Harm done?

Th Abyss Inside Us

Part 8 – Reaping What we Sow

Tech and Echo stared at you, scrutinizing you, wanting an answer, of course. This time, however, you didn't have a white lie ready so quickly. You struggled to find the right words under their serious gazes.

"Uh, I...I fell."

Echo frowned, Tech did too. Of course they wouldn't believe such a stupid lie, and you immediately regret blurting it out.

"Why are you lying to me Cyare?" asked Tech worriedly.

His words hit hard and make you nervous.. Your eyes darted back and forth nervously, looking for an excuse.

You heard footsteps and said, "Someone's coming" Hoping for a welcome distraction.

Tech's gaze remained on you, however. With a silent inner curse you try to keep your composure.

You looked up at him helplessly. How could you explain things to him without hurting him, without making him angry with his brother, without escalating the situation? Why the heck didn't you think of cleaning yourself up first?

You were confused, upset, and just wanted to get to him, so you didn't think about it. That was just human, but that didn't help you now.

To make matters worse, it was Crosshair's voice you heard behind you, giving you chills up and down your spine.

"What's the story? Can we take jobs again soon?"

Echo shook his head.

"It'll be a few more days probably."

"Why?"

"Not now Crosshair," Tech grumbled impatiently.

The sniper stepped into the room and looked from one to the other.

"What's going on?"

Echo frowned and looked at him incredulously.

"Isn't it obvious?" Tech noted "Look at Y/N and tell me what this looks like."

Crosshair looked at you and you could see that it dawned on him what was going on. For a brief moment, it seemed as if his features were slipping.

His eyes wandered over the tear in your jacket, in your shirt, your disheveled hair and the scratches on your fingers.

His throat went dry and he tried to swallow.

"Looks like someone roughed her up," he said in a controlled manner.

Here in the light as he saw you standing there, it really did seem that way and he couldn't blame Tech for being concerned, were he in his place he'd freak out, wanting to kill the bastard that did this.

Kriff..

As agitated and confused as you had left him standing there earlier, he couldn't blame you for not cleaning up either.

He felt like shit, the result of his actions looked much rougher than he would have thought possible. Had he really gone that far...?

"Are you okay?" he asked, addressing you in a low voice, hardly daring to look you in the eye.

Tech answered him before you could say anything snapping, "Does it look like it?"

He lifted the fabric of the shirt and pointed to the clear increasingly dark pressure marks where clearly the sniper's fingers had been.

Crosshair gulped. The Sniper felt his throat tighten.

You pulled the shirt down and tried to avoid Tech's scrutinizing gaze.

"Tech stop, I'm fine."

He shook his head.

"Please stop lying to me," he returned, sternly.

He was agitated and overtired to boot.

You sighed. You were almost angry enough to expose Crosshair and tell the truth, but you knew how much that would hurt Tech, so you improvised.

"Okay. I was attacked, but I'm fine, I was able to fight off the attacker and I only have superficial injuries hardly worth mentioning."

Crosshair shot you a surprised, brief look.

Tech put his arms around you and gently hugged you.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" he asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Because you're completely overtired and don't need the added stress. I'm fine."

Echo suggested, "Listen, we'll finish up this one more panel, then you go home with Y/N to her place, at least get a good night's sleep"

"What about the guys who attacked her?" asked Tech.

"Irrelevant" you grumbled with a quick angry sideways glance at Crosshair "There was only one and he poses no threat"

„Are you sure?“, asked Echo and you thought it was sweet that he was concerned too.

"Yeah, and besides - the next time that scumbag comes at me, I won't hesitate to use the Force a little harder on him - after all, I'm not a Jedi and I don't have to be so nice when I use the Force"

You could swear you saw Corsshair wince in the corner of your eye.

Tech said seriously, "Do me a favor and never hold back when you defend yourself, Y/N, others won't hold back when they attack you either.

You nodded. "I'll let you get back to work then, I'll wait for you outside," you said, carefully disengaging from Tech's arms.

"Don't go far, maybe the attacker is still around".

"I'll stay close to the ramp" you promised him, gave him a kiss and left the cockpit.

Crosshair, stood in the cockpit for a moment and was about to leave when Tech addressed him.

"Vod, will you do me a favor?"

The sniper nodded silently.

"Will you stay close to Y/N until I'm done here, keep an eye on her?"

Crap.

"Maybe she doesn't want that. I'll just stay in the background and keep an eye on her"

"Thank you Crosshair, that should be quite enough" Tech said and went back to work.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you glanced over your shoulder and let out an annoyed sigh as you saw Crosshair approaching. Of course he noticed your reaction, but pretended not to care.

With some courtesy distance, he also sat down on the ramp. You deliberately ignored him, not saying a word.

You remained silent for a while, an icy silence emanating from you, while you could clearly feel the Sniper's inner turmoil.

When you felt his gaze on the back of your neck, you growled, "Stop staring at me."

"How...?"

"I can just feel it," you interrupted his question "What are you doing here anyway, can't you sit somewhere else?"

Crosshair sighed in surrender.

"Tech asked me to watch you until he is done".

You burst out laughing, it was humorless yet genuine, shaking your whole body.

"Are you kidding me? Did you perhaps also tell him who you are actually protecting me from?"" you asked him still laughing.

When you turned to him, he had lowered his eyes, chewing on one of his toothpicks and looking at his shoes, avoiding your gaze.

"Yeah, didn't think so", you muttered.

You felt so much anger and disappointment in your gut that you got a stomach ache.

"You made me lie to Tech for the second time in one day," you muttered darkly.

He lifted his eyes and looked at you.

"Thanks for not ratting me out," he said softly.

You gritted your teeth angrily.

"I don't want to hate you Crosshair, however I can hardly stand your presence right now".

He nodded slowly.

You turned away from him again and said "And just for your information - that I didn't rat you out, wasn't for you. I was doing it for Tech. He would have been deeply hurt if he had found out."

"I know," Crosshair returned after a moment of silence "I can hardly stand to be around you as well. But I also can't stand not being near you. And right now I don't know which one is worse".

You felt your heart clenching.

You were sorry that he felt this way, and under other circumstances you might even have gotten involved with him, knowing full well how unhealthy his affection was. But the circumstances were no different and you loved Tech, he was the best thing that could have happened to you.

You heard yourself say before you could stop it: "I couldn't care less".

Instantly you felt bad, somehow it even hurt yourself to have said that. For a brief moment you spread you feelers through the force and the agony in him, triggered by your words, was strong enough to emit small, lead-heavy waves around him that washed over you.

"That's a lie" he said very softly.

The pain that you could really mean it, resonated clearly in his voice.

"It doesn't matter if it was a lie or not" you now said just as quietly "The situation remains the same"

Crosshair came closer sat down right next to you, only two or three hand widths of space between you. You immediately tensed and clenched your fists.

"I won't touch you, I promise" he muttered and continued to stare at his boots still chewing the toothpick.

You still couldn't relax, the situation was just too intense.

He painfully longed to be close to you, not necessarily sexually, just close to you. Why, of all the women he had ever met, did it have to be you who triggered these feelings in him?

"I didn't want to hurt you," you heard him say, "or scare you. Quite the opposite"

"You failed"

He sighed surrenderingly, "I know."

Then he said seriously, "You have shown strength and greatness today. Instead of making a huge drama out of it like most would have, you did everything you could to spare Tech."

"Hmm," you hummed thoughtfully, "Yeah, maybe."

"It's like I said before, you're vulnerable, but strong. In any case a better person than me"

You blinked in surprise as you realized you had heard those words before.

And then it dawned on you for the first time - this wonderful woman of whom Crosshair had spoken when you questioned him, was you. Of course, you knew that before, but you hadn't really been aware of these connections until just now.

Fuck.

"Hey guys!"

Hunter emerged from the Marauder's shadow.

You winced.

"Holy shit Hunter! You scared me" you laughed.

He chuckled.

"Jumpy today?"

"You could say that. Why aren't you in bed?" you returned.

"Could ask you both the same thing," he said with a playfully reproving expression.

The sargeant's gaze wandered briefly over your appearance.

"You okay?"

Annoyed with yourself that you still hadn't gotten fixed up, you ran your fingers through your hair to smooth it down- as if that could hide the ripped jacket or any of the other indications that you've been in trouble.

"Uh yeah, just got caught up with someone who couldn't keep his fingers to himself."

Hunter's expression turned somber and briefly wandered back and forth between you and Crosshair.

Did he know something, you wondered?

"Are you hurt?" he wanted to know.

"Nothing serious, a few minor bruises".

"Did anyone take care of the attacker?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

"I was able to fight back. I think he suffers enough" you said lightly.

Again his gaze darted back and forth between you and Crosshair.

"Crosshair go to sleep, I need you in the morning" Hunter murmured at the Sniper.

Cross looked at him unwillingly.

"Tech asked me to watch her until he..."

"I'll take it from here. Go.To.Bed- that's an order."

Hunter's tone allowed no contradictions.

"Yes sir," Crosshair growled and stood up.

He walked away towards Cid's bar without looking back.

Hunter sat down next to you, in the spot where Crosshair had been sitting.

He sighed, but remained silent.

"You don't have to take care of me," you said good-naturedly, "You need your sleep too, chief."

He smiled mildly at you.

"I have already slept, a few hours at least."

"Still, I'm fine"

Hunter nodded "I know, little one"

After a while of being silent he broke the silence again and you were startled, not only because it had been so quiet, but also at his words.

"Crosshair got grabby didn't he?"

You gulped.

"What makes you think that?"

Hunter sighed and rubbed his temples before answering, "I know he has a crush on you. His interest is pretty obsessive and unhealthy, though. I've tried to talk him out of pursuing you, but apparently to no avail. Honestly, I didn't think he would go that far."

"If you didn't think he would do such a thing, what made you think that was him?" you inquired pointing at yourself.

"His face, he feels guilty. Very much so if I'm not mistaken. Crosshair almost never feels guilty and he never apologizes."

You laughed humorlessly.

"He has apologized to me several times for this by now."

Hunter asked seriously, "Does Tech know about this?"

"Do I know about what?“

Your chest seemed to tighten painfully as you heard Tech's voice behind you.

"That I'm going to cook for all of you tomorrow" you babbled before Hunter could say anything.

Tech sighed, and there was something oddly resigned about it.You felt something bubbling under the surface, felt it slowly tightening your throat, forming a knot in your chest and depositing stones in your stomach.

"Would you leave us alone for a moment Hunter?" Tech asked his brother.

Icy coldness gripped you.

The sergeant retreated, and somehow you hoped he would stick around, because you had a really bad feeling in your bones. Hunter always seemed to be the calm in the middle of a storm, and you had a feeling you were going to need that kind of calm badly soon.

"Y/N, I know about you and Crosshair."

The words hit you like a fucking sledgehammer.

"Huh?" came it blunt in unpleasant surprise from your mouth.

Tech looked like he was going to lose his calm at any moment, but he kept his composure.

"You lied about the T-shirt. At first I wanted to believe you about the T-shirt, so much so that I tried to force myself to, but it just didn't work. I wanted to talk to you about it before, but when I saw someone attacked you, I hesitated because I was worried. But this can't wait."

Your whole mind was just hurtling towards a bitter precipice. You had to move yur feet to made sure you were still alive, awake and on the ground.

"I'm not quite sure I can follow you," you mumbled in an almost failing voice, trying to shake the strange dizzyness that was about to take you over.

You got up, stood in front of him, and tried to mentally prepare yourself for something you knew was coming and would be anything but pleasant. The two of you walked off the ramp and stood next to the Marauder.

Tech tried to straighten up to physically fight the mental pain he was feeling. You made the mistake of opening yourself up to the force again, and it hit you so damn hard you almost lost your balance. He was suffering, he was completely caught up in emotional anguish. You had to fight against tears that wanted to overwhelm you at once.

"You've been spending a lot of time together lately. Then the T-shirt thing... And I noticed the way he looks at you when he thinks I don't see it."

When you were about to say something he raised a hand to show that he wasn't done yet.

Crosshair appeared in the background, you saw him briefly, but he remained lurking in the background, not interfering. Tech had not seen him.

"As much as it hurts, I don't want to get in your way. I think it's best if we end it. I can't bear to be with you when there's someone else."

In the Force, you could feel and see everything inside him screaming at the top of its lungs against his words. He didn't want this - not at all. But he did it because he felt he had to. You felt the wind cool on your face, you realized that it was wet from your tears.

"That's not fair," you said in a brittle voice.

"I was thinking the same thing. If it didn't hurt so damn much, it might even be funny," came out of Tech's mouth bitterly.

Your chest tightened and your whole body shook with tension.

"I didn't do anything wrong," you said in a quiet voice, straining against the urge to scream until you lungs burnt.

"Even if you haven't slept with him yet, it doesn't change anything," he said in a failing voice.

"That's not what I meant!"

Tech glared at you, "So you did sleep with him?"

"NO!" you yelled at him, followed shortly by a sob that shook you whole body against your will, almost like a violent hickup.

With a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the galaxy, he said, "Maybe you should ask him to stay with you tonight, after what happened today someone should take care of you. I'm sure he'd be happy to."

Speechless, you looked up at him. You just wanted him not to worry and not to argue with his brother, but this was the result. It was not fair.

It hurt, terribly. The ground was pulled out from under your feet, your whole body ached with tension. It was so hard to breathe, your body felt like it was too small for your much too heavy heart. You couldn't let what Tech thought stand.

"But he's the one who did this to me!" you pressed out, gritting your teeth in exasperation.

Tech blinked as if he needed to reboot his brain.

"W-what?"

Crosshair stepped closer to the scene, spitting the toothpick on the ground in anticipation that things could get ugly at any moment.

"I stole that shirt, with your spare key Tech."

Tech didn't turn to look at him, he looked into your infinitely sad face. He had heard his brother talk and he just wished the sniper would vanish into thin air right now.

Crosshair continued, "Yes, I looked at her longingly, but she didn't know anything about that until a few hours ago"

You saw Tech tense, his fists clenched. The pain mixed up with an incredible fury.

"She lied to you to spare you, she didn't want us to fight, she didn't want you to get hurt in any way", the sniper explained in a calm voice "She has no such feelings for me, she made that clear, trust me".

You had to admit that you were impressed by how much greatness and backbone Crosshair showed. This had to cost him a lot of selfcontrol.

Tech looked at you and said softly, with his voice sounding brittle, "I made you cry again, honey, for no good reason. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I should have protected you."

He lowered his head as if the shame of how he had treated you was too great to stand up straight.

You shook your head, wiped the tears from your face and said, "Stop it Tech, none of this is your fault."

"She's right, because it is my fault, everything that has happened and this situation we're in right now is my fault," Crosshair said somberly.

Was he trying to provoke him?

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Hunter approached from the shadows, having stayed close the whole time, thinking something was in the air.

He grabbed your shoulder and you turned around, startled.

"There was no way around telling him the truth. But now you should step back a little, it's about to get a bit ugly here".

With a furrowed brow, you let Hunter pull you aside.

"Let them blow off a little steam, everything's a little more relaxed after that.... most of the time."

You didn't want them to fight, though.

"That's a stupid idea."

"Trust me, this isn't the first time they've fought, it's just never been over a woman."

Somehow you couldn't imagine that Tech was the kind of guy who would get into fights. On the other hand, you knew that Crosshair liked to provoke to the point of blood.

"I'll step in if it gets too rough," he assured you.

In a subconscious attempt to ground yourself and find comfort, you reached for Hunter's arm with both hands, much as a child would reach for a parent.

Surprised, he looked down at you, then recognized that look on your face. He had already seen it on Omega.

He said softly, "It's going to be all right. I got you."

"I feel so guilty," you muttered uneasily.

"Why is that?"

"Well, they're angry at each other because of me."

Hunter shook his head.

"That's not your fault. You may be the reason, but that doesn't make you guilty. They are adults, they make their own decisions and you did nothing wrong. You put yourself aside to protect them, that was your only mistake. They are not your responsibility"

You looked up gratefully at Hunter who gave you a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

Then your attention was drawn back to Tech and Cosshair.

Tech asked angrily, "If you like her so much, why are you hurting her? Why cross a line like that?"

The sniper sighed wistfully.

"I didn't mean to at all, the situation got out of my hands. But I would never have gone further than that, not without her consent. I..."

Tech's fist came so fast that Crosshair couldn't even prepare himself. The fist hit him hard on the left eye, knocking him off balance.

With a groan he staggered back, almost falling.

"Shit Tech, when did you get such a nasty right hook?" he grumbled, holding his hand over his eye.

His skull pulsated with pain.

Tech shook his hand and rubbed his knuckles.

"When we used to fight, I didn't really mean to hurt you- now I do," he growled.

"Okay, I can understand that, wouldn't feel any different if I were you," Crosshair reluctantly admitted. "This is the second time I've been punched in the face today".

Tech frowned.

"Who hit you the first time?"

Crosshair chuckled, "Three guesses."

Tech glanced over his shoulder briefly at you and Hunter.

"You hit him?"

"Not with my fist, with the flat of my hand when he confessed he stole my shirt".

"Good girl," he said with a satisfied smile.

"Okay, are we done he...."

Tech hit him a second time, interrupting Crosshair's question.

„Damn it Tech, Ouch!“ The sniper cursed.

"Now we're done."

Crosshair groaned, „Kriff“

„I'm surprised you are not fighting back“, Tech admitted curiously.

Crosshair muttered, "I screwed up - big time. I'm aware of that, and I'm trying to take the consequences like a man. You have every right to hit me, and fighting back would only make me a lesser man."

Tech raised an eyebrow and delivered a surprising punch to the sniper's stomach.

With a grunt, Crosshair's knees gave way under him. Coughing and groaning, he knelt on the floor.

It took him a long moment to get back to his feet, muttering under his breath, "Maker give me strength."

„Treat her respectfully otherwise stay away from her or next time you won't walk away from this with just a black eye“, Tech warned him, "I'll be keeping a closer eye on her from now on and what you do in her presence. As you can understand, sniper lessons are also off the table."

The pain on Crosshair's face was no longer just from the beating he had just taken, but he nodded.

"I'm sure she won't want that after what you did to her anyway," Tech noted.

The pain advanced even deeper into Crosshair's chest.

"Yeah, I'm assuming that too," he muttered.

„Oh and I closed away the bacta, good luck with your healing“

„I didn't know you could be so mean“, Crosshair chuckled humorlessly.

Tech gave him a serious look, „You really earned it today“

When you asked Tech to speak to Crosshair alone for a moment, he reluctantly gave in and insisted on staying in sight.

When he was out of earshot, standing next to the Marauder, you turned to Crosshair, whose eye was already swollen shut.

"I'm sorry I slipped out with that, but I didn't know what else to do." you said with an apologizing gaze

The Sniper shrugged.

"It was the right thing to do"

"Thank you for being so honest," you said sincerely.

He smiled but winced from the pain.

"I saw how desperate you were, how much it hurt you that he wanted to break up with you. It was unbearable to see that- knowing that it was my fault. So my actions were partly selfish, I didn't want to feel guilty about your pain."

You laughed softly, "Of course. Thanks anyway"

He nodded, then looked over your shoulder at Tech, finally back into your face which he found so irresistibly beautiful. “I probably shouldn’t hug you right now. ”

You shook your head. “You really shouldn’t”

“Would it be okay if I hug you mentally?” he probed. “If that’s really all it is” He nodded. “Okay, then I’ll return that hug mentally” He sighed with a gentle little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I could feel it somehow” he stated. “I know” He blinked with his good eye when he realized that you had given him a gentle, invisible embrace with the force. And he wished so badly he had been able to return it.

A bittersweet pain spread through his chest when you finally turned around and went back to Tech.

He hadn't been completely honest; basically, Crosshair had confronted Tech mainly because he felt bad. Something in him wanted to be punished so that he could be forgiven. It was more selfish than he wanted to admit. Yet he still felt that pain that he just couldn't let go of or that wouldn't let go of him.

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„Do you feel better after hitting him?“, you asked Tech.

He shook his head, slowly, „Not much. Do you?“

You thought for a second then replied honestly, „Yes, but not because of the pain that was inflicted, more because everything is out of the bag now.“ He nodded as you kept talking, „I don't have to lie anymore. When you found the shirt and held it in front of me, I was just as shocked as you were when you found it. But I had to react somehow and then I lied. It felt really really bad to do so. It feels so good that this is over“

Tech hugged you close and said: " Don't get me wrong, but I'm glad it's so hard for you to lie to me, cyare“.

You laughed softly, understanding what he meant, and wrapped your arms around him.

"But you're not going to fight every time he looks at me the wrong way now are you?"

Tech gently released you from the embrace and looked at you cuping your face in his hands.

"That's not why I hit him. It's not his fault he fell in love with you, I can't blame him for wanting to be close to you, that wouldn't be fair."

Looking and pointing at your hip and the marks hidden there under the fabric of your shirt, he continued, "That's why I hit him. Because he hurt you, crossed a clear line that he should never have crossed under any circumstances."

Then he admitted: "Well, and because his behavior led me to make you cry again and almost break up with you. I felt like... actually I don't have words for it".

"I know," you said softly and swallowed, "I felt it in the Force."

Tech gave you a worried look, but you suddenly smiled at him.

„I missed you so much my love“, he said in a broken voice, grabbing you and hugging you tightly.

"Actually, you really didbreak up with me, you said it", you said with a deliberative wave of your hand.

He swallowed.

"Can we undo this?"

With a grin you said: "It is already, otherwise I would not be here with you now".

A wide relieved smile appeared on his face that made his golden brown eyes light up behind the goggles.

Back at your apartment, Tech went to take a shower, wash the dirt of work and the stress off his body with a hot shower.

After a few minutes you followed him into the bathroom. You could hear the water in the shower.

"Tech?"

"Y/N?" he sounded surprised.

"Can I join you?"

"In the shower? I was actually about to get out" he asked even more surprised.

"Yes honey, I could use your help washing" you confirmed in a suggestive undertone.

"Oh, yes of course, go ahead" was the suddenly very eager response.

Hastily you undressed, threw all your clothes into the laundry basket and pulled the curtain aside.

Tech was putting his goggles back on so he could see you properly, but he had to keep wiping over them because they fogged up.

A lascivious little smile twitched across your mouth when you saw him standing there wet and naked.

Yummy

Tech's gaze wandered over your body, up and down and up again.

"Oh Mesh'la, I can't tell you how much I've missed this sight".

"Me too," you cooed, pulling the curtain closed and getting under the stream of water.

A quick glance down told you that he was already getting hard – perfect!

You giggled excitedly as he immediately pulled you into his arms and wrapped you in a heartfelt kiss that practically opened your lips all by itself to allow him entry.

Tech was demanding and gentle at the same time, holding you close, his hard length pressed against your belly while his tongue gently and playfully dueled with yours.

Delicious heat rose up inside you, spreading primarily between your wet thighs and making your pearl pulsate longingly.

Your hands slid over his slim, trained body, leaving a sweet tingling under his toned skin, while you traced every muscle with your fingertips. When he broke away from the kiss, he reached for the shower gel with one hand, turned off the water and began to soap you up.

His hands slid very deliberately over every part of your body, slowly and stimulatingly,caressingly.

He took special time for your breasts, exhaling a stuttering breath as he caressed the soapy skin with both hands, sliding the nipples gently between his fingers.

A soft moan came over your lips which he acknowledged with a satisfied smile.

"So beautiful, my Cyar'ika," he praised.

Stroking kneading and teasing your pretty boobs softly, he sighed in arousal.

As his hands moved down, he stopped at your hip, his soapy fingers hovering over the dark marks Crosshair had left on you.

"It doesn't hurt," you assured him in a soft voice.

"It really doesn't?"

"Really."

Gently stroking the dark marks, he finally moved on, squatting down, taking his time on your legs, massaging your calves and thighs while soaping them. Kneading your muscles and caressing your skin.

His deft fingers gently stroked the insides of your thighs, always wandering teasingly up very close to your sensitive middle, again and again, but never all the way.

He finally stood back up, gently massaging your womanhood, careful not to push the soap in. An excited sigh came over your lips.

Tech's hands slid up your ass, circling your buttocks, digging into the tender flesh.

When one hand slid between your buttocks, you shivered in arousal. His fingers slid over your rear entrance, causing you to reflexively jerk your hips against his body.

"We must shower together more often, I like that," he remarked with a suggestive smile.

Completely lost in his touch, you nodded mutely, missing your voice.

Tech turned the water back on and began to rinse you off carefully, removing all the soap residue.

Your lips gently kissed his chin, moved down to his neck, shoulders, collarbone.

Little by little your lips wandered, leaving open mouthed kisses and caressing touches down his body- making him moan softly.

As you knelt in front of him, his pulsating manhood right in front of your face, he wiped his goggles and looked down.

He knew what you were up to and shivered expectantly.

Your tongue danced over his swollen tip, making him gasp.

As your hand closed around his cock and slowly began to pump, he moaned hoarsely. He had missed your touch so much.

Your lips moved to his testicles, gently sucking them, kissing the sensitive skin.

This was new for him, that you had never done before and he liked it.

"Mesh'la..." came an excited sigh from his lips "Kriff that feels good".

He bit his lower lip as you opened your mouth and slowly inserted his cock. Your tongue was outstretched, running along the underside of his length, feeling every vein as you took him deeper and deeper, letting him glide into you mouth.

He had worked so hard, you wanted to do something good for him.

You bobbed your head back and forth, letting him penetrate a little deeper each time.

"Fuck... feels g-good"

Your hands gripped his quivering thighs as you increased the pace, making him moan uninhibitedly. You made him fuck your throat, his hands propped against the wall behind and above you.

He looked down as his cock disappeared between your lips and moaned, "Oh Maker that l-looks amazing".

The water was still running and ran pleasantly over your body and his.

It was a blast to witness him losing himself in your ministrations.

The noises he made, his trembling thighs, it turned you on so much, making your cunt throb in need of attention.

"Y/N... I'm almost there... I can't hold on much longer"

You hummed contentedly and continued diligently, letting him feel your hot, wet mouth. The vibration was almost making him lose his mind.

"D-do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

And again you hummed, this time agreeing and increasing the tempo.

His cock pulsed and twitched as his hot load shot down your throat, coming undone.

"Fuck... yes... oh mesh'la," he groaned.

You sucked on him for a little while longer until his orgasm ebbed and you slowly let him out of your mouth.

You had swallowed his seed, there wasn't much that was washed away by the water.

Tech turned off the water and took a deep breath, obviously trying to find his composure.

"Was it good honey?"

He nodded with a beatific grin.

"Yes, but now it's your turn Cyar'ika." he said still a little breathless.

You smirked at him expectantly.

"Do you have something in mind?" you asked innocently.

"You'll see in a moment"

He took two clean towels and you dried each other.

Finally he gave you a pat on the butt and cooed, "Off to the bedroom with you, pretty thing."

Tech followed you into the bedroom. He lay down and beckoned you to join him.

"Come here, kneel over my face."

"Oh?"

He grinned.

"Come on over here, don't be shy" he urged you with a cheeky smirk.

Your womanhood was already glowing with anticipation as you climbed onto the bed and over him.

"Good girl, sit on my face with your wonderful pussy".

His unusual use of dirty words made your pearl throb and you pussy drip.

With your Venus hovering over his face he inhaled your scent and mumbled contentedly, "So intoxicating, I love it! You are like a drug Mesh'la".

The next moment he pressed his tongue flat on your wet folds and began to lick you with broad strokes.

A hoarse whimper came over your lips, you had almost forgotten how good he was at it.

Tech twitched his tongue over every sensitive spot, skillfully and forcefully, making you shiver and moan, while his hands firmly gripped your butt. Dipping his tounge into your slit, sucking on your pearl, swirling around it, he kept you on the edge for quite a while.

With sweet little whimpers and whines his name left your lips again and again.

And you could swear you felt him smile against your folds.

His index and middel finger probed at your wet heat, finally sliding in in a smooth motion, making you gasp and almost fall over.

Hastily you grabbed the headboard of the bed with both hands, as he started pumping his fingers inside your pussy while his mouth took wild but good care of your sensitive bud.

With a yelp his name came out of your mouth as you felt your pussy clenching around his fingers, a hot tingle spread in your core, making your pearl pulse like it had it's own heartbeat.

„Tech I'm..... coming“, the words tumbled hoarsley out of your throat.

He hummed, hungrily sucking your clit and pumping his fingers inside you to help you ride out your high.

But Tech didn't stop.

"Wait... Too much," you moaned.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you down and keeping you sitting on his face as he continued to devour you unrelentingly.

You winced at the over-stimulating sensation.

"Please tech...this is too much!"

"You know the safeword, when it's really too much for you," he murmured into your folds.

Yes, you knew that, but did you want him to stop?

Almost furiously, he continued to suck on your clit, driving the tingling back inside you.

"Fuck... Tech!" you exclaimed, trembling.

Gasping, you felt a violent post-orgasm glow through your pussy and make your toes curl.

Finally, he let go of you and you looked down at him.

He grinned at you and your juices glistened over his mouth and chin.

"Do you have your special little toy and lube nearby?"

"W-what? Um yeah, in the nightstand drawer" Tech reached over to the nightstand and pulled out both the metal little anal plug and the lube.

He playfully kissed your pearl and made you twitch.

"Would you be okay with me using this on you?" he asked, holding up the plug.

You felt heat rising in your face.

"Just tell me what you want me to do," you said almost shyly.

Your heat was still swimming in your veins when he pushed you off him and asked you to kneel down.

"Yeah, stick that sweet tush up there nice and high," he cooed.

Tech gave copious amounts of lube on his right index finger. As he spread your buns, the arousal and heat inside you grew again.

It was exciting, new, and you were pleased that Tech wanted to try something, but you could always rely on his curiosity.

You felt his finger gently rub your backdoor at first, he took more lube and applied a little more pressure until his finger slowly slid through the tight ring of muscle, slowly sinking into your butt.

A small whimper came over your lips as he pushed further.

"Mesh'la you like that?"

Your pussy pulsed and dripped.

"Yes," you sighed in arousal.

"Me too," he said excitedly.

His other hand slipped between your thighs to your womanhood, found your pearl again and began massaging it as he slowly pumped his finger inside that tight little hole between your buns.

You moaned his name your voice heavy with pleasure.

Tech smiled with satisfaction.

He withdrew his finger from you again, reached for the toy and covered it with the lube. When he gently pressed the head of the toy on your anus, you expelled a half-stuttered breath.

Slowly he applied more pressure, watching in fascination as the silver toy spread your tight hole and slowly penetrated into you. He played with you a little while, moving the toy in and out, making you shiver and gasp.

His cock, which by now was hard again, twitched covetously, wanting to see some of the action too.

When the plug was completely sunk into you and only the end with the gemstone was visible, he could hardly wait.

"Tech my love, I need you," you begged.

He quickly reached for the wet wipes on the nightstand and cleaned his fingers and face.

Finally he knelt behind you, his hard girthy length lined up with your entrance.

"Say it again," he demanded with his voice deeper than usual.

"Tech I need you!" you whimpered.

A satisfied grin on his face, he said, "Do you want my cock?"

"Yes, please! Fuck me!"

These were the words he wanted to hear, with one smooth movement he penetrated your wet heat with the plug still in your other entrance.

Your moan sounded almost like a howl as he so suddenly filled you completely. He barely gave you time to get used to it before he started thrusting you with a steady building rhythm.

Tech gripped your ass with both hands as he slammed into you until you were only making breathless, panting sounds, desperately digging your finger into the sheet to gorund yourself. This was a new side to Tech and it was definitely not unwelcome. However, you were surprised how much energy he still had in him after that tough week.

The tingling and glowing in your pussy increased so much that your fingers clawing into the sheet almost ripped the fabric.

"Tech... I-I'm gonna..."

"Yes Mesh'la, come on my cock"

His voice suddenly sounded so different, but you were far too absorbed in your pleasure to react. He once again increased the pace making you whine while you helplessly rush towards your climax.

Like a violent explosion, a tingling glow spread through your core, rolling over you like liquid fire.

With a cry, your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

Almost at the same time he unloaded his hot seed inside you, moaning your name.

And again you noticed that his voice was different. Breathing heavily with sweat covered skin, you turned around.

It wasn't Tech kneeling behind you.

Crosshair smiled cunningly: "Told you I'd fuck you just the way you need it".

You woke up with a choking sound.

It was dark, Tech was lying next to you, sleeping like a rock with one arm over your body. You remembered that last night he fell into bed right after the shower and fell asleep.

The poor guy had been absolutely wiped out.

You suppressed the curse that wanted to cross your lips at the thought of what had just happened in your dream. Between your thighs was the wet evidence of your wild dream.

You turned your head to the side to look at the bedroom window. You had forgotten to close the shutters again.

When you saw the clear reflection of a scope, you sighed and closed your eyes, knowing that Crossair was already back on the roof on his observation post.

With a sigh you opened your eyes again, grabbing your shirt. Sliping it over, you left the bed and walked out into the living room, over to the kitchen.

You filled a glass with water, lifted it to your lips, but stopped in the middle of your movement.

It was suddenly really cold inside your apartment. Carefully you put down the glass on the kitchen sink.

You felt it coming but couldn't act fast enough. Someone grabbed you from behind, wrapping a strong arm arround you, putting a gloved hand over your mouth.

You smelled the earthy scent of leather and a musky one mixed up with it.

Close to your ear, you felt hot breath and heard a dark voice saying almost gently: „Did you miss me, little Jedi?“

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Crosshair cracked his eyes open. He had fallen asleep on the damn roof, his back aching from the much to hard undergorund. For some reason he just couldn't stop himself from coming here. The pain was to fresh, the longing still way to strong. He goraned feeling the painful throb of his face where Tech had punched him. But right now there was something else in the air. Something had woken him, a feeling he couldn't really place.

Out of an instinct he turned on his belly and robbed to his rifle, placing his good eye on the scope.

„What the....“

Crosshair saw that there was light in your living room and there was you, struggeling against the grip of a Zabrak he had seen on Rex's holo pad before.

Maul

Adrenaline rushed through him, sharpening every of his senses.

Determined, he gritted his teeth, took aim and muttered, "Not on my watch Sith-scum."

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