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suolovesong · 2 months ago

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This Side of Paradise 1: Spring

Aged up! Suo Hayato x Gardner! OC

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Warnings: Angst, Minor character death mentioned, my portrayal of Suo’s eventual emotional growth, o/c is taller, SLOW slow burn, EVERYONE is awkward in this 😂

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Nature always followed her, but so did the recent deafening solitude at Kanra House. Low drooping eyes, mainly from the late Spring’s sun that smiled over her like a warm blanket, observed a white butterfly fluttering above the lush, green gardens of gladiola, oleander, and boxwood, seasonal daffodils in the April shower the evening before. The clouds that had covered the night sky could no longer sustain the rays as dawn arose, although the moisture still clung to the air in tendrils of thin fog and soaked the vast meadow in fresh dew. A field mouse sipped from the fresh bubbles of water before scurrying off, evading the eye of a falcon lingering in the branches of one of many fibrous cypresses that encircled the property.

Her head snapped up from the tranquility as the sounds of tires approached the front of the house from the grey gravel road that crunched under the rubber interrupted her solace, confusion etching onto her features as she turned from her spot in the field to peer around the house. Her eyes drag over the spinning rim of a black Mercedes, its shadow casting over the reeds and nandina, the contrasting shine harshly reflecting on the flora and fauna nearby.

The driver eased to a stop. The silhouette of a young man became faintly visible to her behind the dark tinting on the glass of the rear window. Beyond it, red beads trailing gold tassels hung from pale ears. Short chestnut hair shaded a burgundy eye, its twin obscured by a black leather eyepatch. His chin raised slightly, his bored expression thwarted by the vehicle’s stop. The car door opened to a familiar sight, one the man had seen many times, although it felt like yesterday and yet an eternity ago: an ornamental garden teeming with florals and perennials, the traditional house built with light wood. A path stretched over a stream that meandered across, Japanese pines loosely concealing the meadow of lush grass, a dojo nestled before the grass became forest. It was there, sat among the young eucharis bulbs and lemon geraniums lining the house, he saw a young woman peering from the shade of her sunhat.

Her crystal-like eyes had a sense of curiosity to them as they met his form, his own gaze captured momentarily by the snow-colored braid that draped smoothly off of her shoulder. His eye drew a vertical line once, twice, before the driver cleared his throat, an embarrassed expression flashing ever-so-briefly over both of their faces, the source of the awkwardness raising an eyebrow. She wasn’t sure whether to be concerned, attentive, or offended, as his stare didn’t meet her eyes. The silent interaction was-for the young man- thankfully drawn to an abrupt end by the presence of the Realtor’s descent from the porch steps. The older gentleman approached him with a welcoming smile and a greeting,

“Ah! Mr. Suo…”

The middle aged man bowed, his hand motioning towards the property with great enthusiasm.

“Welcome back to the Kanra House!”

Suo looked up with a sudden air of authority, as if remembering his own responsibilities. A polite smile graced his features as his posture straightened, hands loosely clasped behind his back as he joined the realtor. They strolled the path, the realtor discussing improvements and positive attributes,but his left eye lingered for a moment on the pink geraniums that peeked around the corner.

Ask me why my heart’s inside my throat

She watched them enter the house through occasional glances under the guise of weeding,the sound of the sliding doors opening and closing falling softly on her ears as she noted the presence of his-Mr. Suo’s-companion remained by the car. She rose from her spot with a slight stretch of her limbs, taking a last short glance at the car and its sentinel before she turned toward the back of the house, her short break abruptly and awkwardly over.

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Suo quickly settled in after that spring day, as if a magnetic pull had him signing the deed to his late martial arts master’s home in the montane town far from the urban jungle he’d spent much of his boyhood and young adult life in. He’d assumed that he would spend the rest of his twenties as he had up to this point–protecting others, fighting over turf, everything he’d always valued and cherished. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d return to the tranquility of his Master’s sanctuary.

His naturally coiffed hair swept in the warm breeze from the open back door, his musings of the past accompanied by a steaming porcelain cup of tea. Its matching teapot perched elegantly beside it on the short table adjacent to which he sat, the sound of shears snipping a red maple tree a welcome distraction from the heavy feeling in his chest. The shadow of his grief disappeared for just a moment. The sheers snipped at branches flush to the trunk almost gingerly, the ‘Y’ shape of the knotted tree proving to be a delicate matter. The points of the shears and a white ponytail that mirrored the direction of his own hair with the breeze was all that Suo could see from the back door.

It wasn’t the first time in the two weeks since he’d arrived that he’d glimpsed a similar scene. Her hair color was often seen as the sun rose and the finches chirped, though she left the noisy chores for the late afternoons, when the sun was at its peak. He wasn’t sure of the purpose, though he could surmise it was better to water flowers in the morning. The humid late-spring weather was even uncomfortable for him and yet the feminine figure still stood as a silhouette, even as the temperature visibly radiated through the air.

He rested his elbow on the table beside him, cheek resting on his knuckles with a pleasant expression on his face as he admired her, recalling the name the realtor had mentioned in passing- Sana Isla. She had a foreign first name. That and her freckled nose, cheeks and shoulders reminded him that he was still capable of curiosity. His eye on her was evidence of this, something he’d caught himself doing more than once since his arrival. Each time, the embarrassment only hit him before her head turned on instinct, averting his gaze past her instead preemptively. The last thing he needed was for her to be wary of him, his mind far more encumbered with ruminations of the past.

I’ve never been in love, I’ve been alone.

Since his master’s passing, he began to value his solitude a bit too much these days, none other than he having graced the halls of his familiar property. It was only natural that he’d keep his distance with the staff. To his and others’ surprise, he was especially diligent in avoiding the gardens altogether for a while, having opted to wait until this pain had subsided at least a tad. The watery emotions that stirred within his chest rivaling that of a typhoon were there even as he spoke with others, wrestling with these feelings of something being missing. The discomfort of masking it was becoming increasingly harder to bear, the only solace being the tranquility of his new surroundings. He did his best to stay optimistic–people lose loved ones all the time, after all– and dedicated himself to being well, or at least trying anyway.

Sana had been feeling tingles on the back of her neck since his arrival, but she was beginning to feel like an idiot with the way he looked past her, as if he was messing with her on purpose. She knew that was a stretch– she was just the gardener. Though, a few glances of her own often landed on him. His earrings were eye-catching as he walked into the dojo through the soft dirt path in the meadow, or in the halls of the house through opened doors. His graceful appearance and Chinese vintage clothing choices weren’t exactly regular amongst the farmers and mountaineers that occupied the town at the end of the driveway. His demeanor was like that of royalty, poised and proper, and yet his eye looked upon others with no such arrogance. Instead, in this rare moment, he sat stationary, a wistful look on his face as he observed the scene outside. She tried her best to stay out of his sight, more than aware now that he was most likely trying to enjoy the solitude he was here for.

Sana couldn’t help but notice how different Suo was from the old man she’d come to know, having worked for him for much of her late teens. It seemed so recent that they had been discussing the new plans for the garden, a project that she enjoyed so much she felt it was a disservice to be paid for it. However, the man insisted, taking her input to heart regarding florals and the new addition of fruit trees. She felt truly heard in those moments, the blueprints still in the garden shed, hung up for easy viewing. She’d proceeded to begin the improvements, a part of her holding on to his kindness while the other emotions accompanying their brainstorming seemed to dissipate. She remembered the way he’d sass her on things, his dry humor a fond memory for her.

The nostalgic thoughts made her pause in her pruning, a slight pang of her own grief in her stomach. She wondered what relation Suo had to him to have inherited the entire property. She had overheard from the realtor speaking with the housekeeper, the one who’d helped Suo settle in and unpack, that he’d been willed the house unexpectedly. According to what she’d heard, Suo was strongly against the idea of succeeding his master as the owner of Kanra house, having respectfully declined what was stated in the will. However, what could not be explained was Suo’s responsiveness to the realtor, calling to view the house that April day. The turn of events was just as mysterious as the man himself.

Under his ownership, not many things had changed for Sana, save for the lack of helping hands. Accounting and staff management became obsolete, though the last thing the property manager had said as he was leaving was that mr. Suo wanted to follow through with the blueprints his predecessor had drafted. Though he had no way of knowing it, this decision touched her heart deeply, the final piece of the prior owner’s existence embedded in the work they’d done together. She never spoke of it to Suo, however, content in respecting the bounds he’d put in place. Each person deals with loss differently, she’d reasoned, though it was abnormal for her to feel such strong compassion.

Feels like I’ve been living life asleep

For the month of May, a mental block began to settle in for Sana as she looked at the blueprints each morning, dodging them in favor of her normal routine: water the gardens before sunrise, weed in the morning, feed the orange mouser cat, and maintain the gardens in the afternoon. She’d open the shed only to close it, the cleared land for the new perennials becoming pelted with seeds that sprouted volunteer plants she carefully removed. The area felt like she did- empty and devoid of the lively atmosphere she and the land once had. She couldn’t bring herself to read his handwriting, her fingers often brushing it absently with lost eyes almost glaring at it. A part of her was envious of Suo, of his connection being strong enough to grant him ownership of the garden she so adored. She knew the others felt the same, although they always volunteered their denial when she never asked.

“...So, who IS he exactly, Ms Hayase?”

Sana finally asked the housekeeper one day as she helped hang the sheets, a clothespin between her teeth as she spread the linen out onto the line.

The older woman sighed exasperatedly as she stretched her arms a little.

“Who d’ya mean, Daburu?”

She asked in response. The nickname Daburu, ‘double’, was pinned on Sana as soon as her coworkers realized her ethnicity. She used to hate it, but was relieved it wasn’t the derogatory “Hafu”. After a while it just sort of… Stuck.

“Mr. Suo. Is he a relative, or something? They looked nothing alike, though,”

Sana pressed, taking the clothespin out of her mouth to slide it onto the sheets and the line.

“Oh~ Curious?”

Hayase teased, a wily glint in her eyes. Sana made a face as she shook out another sheet from the basket.

“From what I hear, he was that old man’s apprentice for a while, but… I guess he’s pretty wealthy too. He added new antiques around the house. It looks like Little China inside now, pretty paintings, the works! Oddly though, he definitely isn’t mixed like you, so maybe he just likes the look.”

Hayase gossiped, spilling the details she had obviously been hoping someone would ask. She, too, started to work and talk, noting the subtle change in Sana’s face.

“...I meant more so what he’s like, yanno, to talk to,”

Sana clarified bluntly, the expression on her face both deadpan and curious. She had grabbed the last of the sheets from the basket as Hayase answered her,

“Oh, well, he’s… polite, I guess. Sometimes he just sends me home, and even when I’ve asked why he always has this sorta– sweet way of telling you to go fuck yourself. He’s a tough nut to crack, that’s for sure.”

Sana raised an eyebrow at this, noting the wrinkle in Hayase’s nose as she spoke of him. Why wasn’t she more surprised?

“Huh,”

She remarked simply, much to Hayase’s annoyance, but neither of them said anything else as they worked.

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Suo had begun exercising in the dojo in the mornings, his efforts to avoid burning himself out starting to wane as he grew bored of it. What’s even the point of all this? Why should he choose to continue training after all of the experiences he’d had? He’d chosen to teach Nirei, the caterpillar that he was, and found some joy in it, and yet he couldn’t help but question what his own worth was exactly. Had he really learned enough before his master passed away? He had little of these answers, his confidence wavering the more he shut himself away. He had no one to bounce off of, no one to correct, and no one to challenge here. He was completely separated from the home he had created, buried in the life of his predecessor, or what remained of it.

One of those remains was the garden and the girl who came with it like a package deal. He had to admit, the air of the gardens and trails were one of the only solaces that allowed him to cling onto his sanity at times. He’d been out reading or walking more frequently, the silence meditative enough to clear his thoughts away to the here and now. It was ironic that such a sight came from someone who looked quite similar to his senpai Umemiya, the green thumb and white hair the only commonalities between them, it seemed. How fitting that someone who he owes gratitude to holds the likeness of another he admired. Perhaps it was the earnestness that Sana displayed despite the look in her eyes as she opened the shed door time and time again that tethered him to the idea of persevering.

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Sana had begun her day as usual, a heavy sloshing can of water dangling from her fingers as she trudged onward toward the notched Japanese Black pines that overhung the path towards the house entrance. The only difficulty came when she hesitated, spotting Suo gazing forlorn at the potted white daisy-like flowers that sat cheerfully at the bottom of the front steps. He held that same demeanor as before, the morning sun flashing through his earrings. She had noticed a small change: there was no falsehood in his expression now.

She decided to leave him be, although that plan was foiled the minute she started watering the crepe myrtle that were among the decorative trees she had planted at the beginning of her employment here. The closer she got, the more turmoil she noticed on his features. As she neared him, his stormy eye met hers for the first time. It felt like she’d been struck by the lightning within it, not out of anger from him or fear from her. More so, she felt as if she was peering into a moment she shouldn’t have. Despite this discomfort, she still reached out to that turmoil,

“...Those might not be getting enough sun here. Should I move them?”

Her expression, as Suo had expected, remained unchanged, a natural stoicism gracing her features as she stilted the off kilter weight onto one leg. Suo scoffed a little chuckle, that disingenuous smile dusting his lips ever so slightly. Sana expected a simple yes or no from the rumored frigid man, but the warmth in his words told her otherwise.

“Ah- No… the quality is lovely… Miss Sana, was it?”

She nodded at his question, his eye leaving hers to return to the flowers they were discussing.

“-- I was simply admiring it, that’s all… This flower symbolizes loss.”

Sana raised an eyebrow at his words. She remembered a certain old man who said something similar.

“To who?”

She asked, the incredulous look on her face spurring another arid chuckle from him. It was so jovial for being utterly hollow. Suo was wary of people like her, people who asked open-ended questions that made the average person spill their deepest darkest secrets without noticing it. He hardly knew if she was such a person, but his assessment was clearly not yet complete about her. He answered casually, directing the conversation away from speaking of himself, though his shoulders turned to face her,

“In the past, people used to communicate through floriography…flower language. My… late master was quite fond of it.”

Sana’s mouth twitched a little at his revelation, eyes lowering to make sure she didn’t spill any extra water from the can as she tipped it over a nearby shrub.

“Mmh- yeah… he only knew the Eastern ones, though…”

She replied, the white chrysanthemums in the corner of her eye making her freckled nose wrinkle in thought.

Suo’s eye widened in surprise as she mentioned his master so casually. Who was she in his life exactly? His reeling mind was interrupted as she continued to speak,

“Where I’m from, we say it’s for loyalty.”

She stilted on one long leg and swung the can over to water the soil around the plant. His face lowered in thought, muttering a quiet, ‘I see…’ as he pondered her words once again.

“Were these… your idea then?”

He raised his eyebrows as he awaited her answer, craning his neck to look at her once more. She tilted her head from side to side with pursed lips, not meeting his gaze. She tipped the can up before replying,

“More or less… he liked it so much he made me tell ‘im the other ones I knew… It was pretty fun to compare.”

Her face smoothed into something more pleasant, though it only ghosted her features and hardly met her lips. He noticed how she often didn’t smile, the lack of expression reminiscent of the cold-faced fighters he often worked alongside. Though, her stoicism was not intimidating, nor inviting. She just…was. Suo nodded, gazing at the water droplets that dusted the stems and petals of the chrysanthemums.

“You must be from the west, then?”

He asked, watching her form as she moved to another potted flower. He found himself pressed to hear her answer, finally attempting to put a rest to his curiosity. Her gaze rose to meet his, her head nodding a little. A soft ‘yeah’ escaped her lips. Suo’s eyebrows creased slightly as he pried a little, though his surprise at her own simple answers made the cogs in his head turn ever-faster. He took another look at the flower before her shadow moved from his vision.

Her lithe figure travelled easily, though careful, to another section of the path. The soft canvas shoes on pavement were audible in her peripheral as he followed some distance behind her. He found he was determined to know what she knew–what she had taught his master despite his age.

“Was there… a particular reason why you might’ve chosen them for him?”

He asked, yearning for any connection to who his master had been in his absence. He found himself grasping at every turn for it, unable to make an exception for the gardener as she held a deeper connection to him than Suo once thought. He watched as her chin tilted down and head tipped slightly in contemplation, organizing her thoughts as her hands remained moving.

“In the States, you’d say it means loyalty, but it’s used for funerals too. I always thought the message was about your merit as a person. If you’re memorable enough… that loyalty would follow you even in death,”

She explained, troubled eyes turning towards him.

“He must’a liked that too since he asked for ‘em.”

That look in her eyes, no matter how subtle, was similar to his own, and it was this moment that confirmed what he thought no one ever would: he wasn’t as alone as he thought he was.

Love so strong it makes me feel so weak

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Hey y’all, thank you for reading💚 this is my baby, so I’m taking my time with it, I might even edit it still from time to time. Please let me know your thoughts on it, I’m still trying to learn 😭

-Ro

#slow burn #hayato suo x oc #suo hayato x reader #hayato suo #windbreaker #wbk suo #wbk #angst

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silver-screen-divas · 1 year ago

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Films from the next decade or so include The Hucksters (1947), Show Boat (1951), The Snows of Kilimanjaro (1952), Lone Star (1952), Mogambo, nominated for a Best Actress Academy Award (1953), The Barefoot Contessa (1954), Bhowani Junction (1956), The Sun Also Rises (1957) and On the Beach (1959). Off-camera, she could be witty and pithy, as in her assessment of director John Ford, who directed Mogambo ("The meanest man on earth. Thoroughly evil. Adored him!"). In The Barefoot Contessa, she played the role of doomed beauty Maria Vargas, a fiercely independent woman who goes from Spanish dancer to international movie star with the help of a Hollywood director played by Humphrey Bogart, with tragic consequences. Gardner's decision to accept the role was influenced by her own lifelong habit of going barefoot. Gardner played the role of Guinevere in Knights of the Round Table (1953), with actor Robert Taylor as Sir Lancelot. Indicative of her sophistication, she portrayed a duchess, a baroness and other women of noble lineage in her films of the 1950s.

Gardner played the role of Soledad in The Angel Wore Red (1960) with Dirk Bogarde as the male lead. She was billed between Charlton Heston and David Niven for 55 Days at Peking (1963), which was set in China during the Boxer Rebellion in 1900. The following year, she played her last major leading role in the critically acclaimed The Night of the Iguana (1964), based upon a Tennessee Williams play, and starring Richard Burton as an atheist clergyman and Deborah Kerr as a gentle artist traveling with her aged poet grandfather. John Huston directed the movie in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, insisting on making the film in black-and-white – a decision he later regretted because of the vivid colors of the flora. Gardner received billing below Burton, but above Kerr. She was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama and BAFTA Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role for her performance.

#ava gardner #beautiful #beauty #actress #hollywood #star #classic #diva #vintage #classic hollywood

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dailyanarchistposts · 11 months ago

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“Today we are still preoccupied with creating gardens.Why? To not suffer from hunger. Because having rice, beans, fava beans, maize, peanut — then one can survive.” — Renato, of the Canela community[1]

“The development of what we know as agriculture was not an overnight phenomenon, but rather a several thousand year-long project. In some places in the world, the earliest stages of cultivation were never surpassed, and remain sustainable today. In many more places, the pressures of the global economy have corrupted these practices just in this last century. But in most of the world today, we are witnessing the full-blown colonization of native foodways, and a nearly complete dependence on western industrial practices. To trace this “biodevestation” directly back to cultivation itself, is to ignore the history of conquest and land displacement that pushed the food systems of subsistence cultures to the brink, where they now teeter on the edge of extinction.” — Witch Hazel, Against agriculture & in defense of cultivation

Situated in dense forests and savanna of the Brazilian state of Maranhão lives the indigenous Canela people. In the past they lived from hunting, gathering and gardening but starting from 200 years ago as they were pushed from their traditional territory as settler farmers occupied the land bit by bit. The lush forests are being replaced by industrial eucalyptus and soy plantations, and cattle ranches. They now inhabit an area 5 to 10 percent of their original territory. Traditionally the Canela travelled from place to place as the seasons changed but now adopt a more sedentary lifestyle living in bigger permanent villages. Although the Canela still depend on hunting and foraging they don’t have access to a big enough land base to cover all their needs so they increasingly depend on gardening to meet their needs.

For the Canela gardening is not just to meet their subsistence needs but also a means of resistance against being assimilated into the structures, networks, dependency and the institutional inequality of the Brazilian state, religious institutions, and multinational corporations who are constantly trying to infringe and occupy the Canela’s home.

Other threats to the Canelas way of life are from the environmental effects from the industrialized agriculture of soy and eucalyptus production that causes water depletion which exacerbates drought and soil erosion. The overuse of fertilizers and agrochemicals annihilates plant biodiversity and pollutes the local rivers and waterways with high levels of nitrogen and phosphorus which in turn causes algal blooms which can produce toxins that are harmful to animals and cause dead zones from the reduction of oxygen in the water starving fish and plants. So any flora or fauna living near a eucalyptus or soy plantation is at risk.

The Canela’s subsistence gardening approach is totally different from monocrop agriculture. They work with nature using a conscious ecological and more biodiverse method.Typically in agriculture only a small variety of cash crops are grown in large fields covering acres upon acres of land where in the Amazon large sections of jungle are destroyed. For the Canela gardners instead of being dependent on a small variety of cash crops they cultivate over 300 varieties of plants to meet their subsistence needs. Instead of using destructive hellish machines like bulldozers, ploughs, and combine harvesters they use a slash and burn method to clear small patches just enough for them to use and their tools consist of a digging stick and woven baskets. They only use the same garden for two years and then not use the same area for at least eight years to allow the forest to regrow and return fertility to the soil.

The Canela’s vast knowledge of plants helps them determine which ones make good companions that will help each other grow, which ones are natural repellents to predatory insects that will attack the plants, and which plants to grow which will attract beneficial insects such as pollinizers. And likewise their vast knowledge of soil helps them to consciously plant to suit the 10 different soil groups in their area which will help prevent soil erosion, nutrients depletion, and combat against other harmful effects that are typical of agriculture. Their focus is for caring for the well-being of local biodiversity and the nonhuman inhabitants.

The Canel don’t see themselves as farmers but parents looking after their plant kin viewing their saved seeds and cuttings as their babies and their growing crops as their infants, genuinely loving them in the same way as if they were their human children caring for the plants as the plants care for them. They view the environment as consisting of human and nonhuman “selves”, and gardening as caretaking for themselves and their plant and human families.

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seth-shitposts · 2 years ago

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Post War Kallus HC that nearly make me cry:

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During the war, he started getting into studying plants and taking care of them. Mostly because Rex and AP start gifting him plants and he was not about to let them die. Soon plants became everyone's go to gift for him. Not only did he learn how to take care of them, but he learned how to propagate as well. He still has every plant he'd ever been gifted.

They are in a green house on Lothal, it's a public botanical garden. The mother plants are kept there while babies have been clipped and grown as small variations to gift to his family. [As having kept every plant alive, he also has the ones that Kanan, Ezra, and Gregor gave him as well.] [If ever asked, the man would deny it, but Draven also gave Kallus a plant. The Gardner keeps the general's secret.]

Back when Kallus was learning how to propagate, he did so to every gifted plant, so all the mother plants have a twin. The Lothal botanical garden has a twin on Lira San.

Farming and Gardening is something he unexpectedly found he enjoys.

Post War, his family encourages his idea to visit as many systems throughout the galaxy as possible and help establish agricultural centers and food forests. He studies each planet’s individual flora and fauna, how they support each other and promote healthy growth. He makes customized plans for each planet. Essentially, he creates the role of Galatic Agricultural Ambassador. He also teaches others and learns from others, founding an entire organization of diplomats, educators, gardener/farmers, and agricultural professors who are also GAAs. It's much faster to help others when there's an entire support system working their way throughout the galaxy than if you're by yourself trying to do it single handedly.

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Kallus has always had a soft spot for droids and it has never been a secret. He'll make repairs to them, save them from being mistreated, praise them for the work they do, applaud how they seek advancement, and develop themselves further on their own merits.

He can tell them all apart from one another, he picks up on all their individual quirks and mannerisms. He encourages them to pursue their interests and ambitions.

After the war (and even during, when he had the chance to), he would jailbreak any and every imperial droid that crosses from their imperial programming. It got to the point where droids would lead other droids to Kallus specifically for his help. He will also aid and helping them find homes. Some ask for orders or directives. Rather than doling out tasks, he takes the time to explore things with them. Have them interact with others, allow them to shadow him if they wish. Until they feel a pull to something they think they'd enjoy.

It gets to the point where Kallus will cross paths with a droid he doesn't know, hasn't met yet, but they know him. Because droids talk, they gossip. Kallus finds out that he's become a celebrity to droids and Sabine wipl take every opportunity to fluster him over the fact. Kallus adores droids but hadn't been expecting the sentiment to be returned.

On Lira San, he often collaborates with mechanics there on droid construction. He assists in a new area of creation; the perfect blending of nature and tech. Two of his special interests and he's both thrilled and honored to have been asked to assist.

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Kallus is the type that once he picks up a book, he finishes it within only a few hours and needs another. He loves to learn just as much as he loves fictional stories. What he enjoys most is listening to Zeb talk about all the things he had been taught in the university back before he chose to join the honorgaurd.

Kallus already had a pretty good idea of smart Zeb is, but he wasn't aware that Zeb has the equivalent of a PhD that had been required for him to join the honor gaurd, and several other "supplemental" layers of additional education standards to qualify as captain. [Kallus realizes a stark difference between the fundamentals and the very foundation of Lasan's Honorgaurd and the Empire's enlistment. Lasan ensured that every level of their gaurds had not just the understanding of battle tactics, but history, interpersonal & Diplomatic skills, courses about how to handle problems and how those problems began in the first place. Maths, sciences, literacy as supplements to every additional level of education. For the honorgaurd, they taught them understanding of the world around them, meanwhile at the Royal Academy, Kallus was solely taught tactics. Trained to push past his physical limits. He accepted extra roles such as mechanics, data analytics, droid programming and any other subject he had thought would've been useful in his role.]

Zeb said that while he did enjoy the opportunity, the life of an academic wasn't for him. The only reason why he had pushed himself so far in the university was to achieve being a leader of a team. To earn it.

Kallus picks up learning a couple new languages and after building up the courage, asked if Zeb would want, if he would be willing to teach Kallus Lasana. And Zeb is absolutely thrilled. Kallus was able to pick it up rather quickly and Zeb joked that he was a bit jealous because he still doesn't have a full grasp of Bacis. Kallus asked if he wanted supplements in some areas; he himself had acted well spoken his first year at the academy by mimicking his peers until he had a better grip of language arts. Zeb agreed and they spent much of their studies together practicing languages.

"Studies" being Kallus seeking Zeb out for conversation, nudging him on topics Kallus knows he enjoys so that Zeb will dump every bit of information about the topic. It had actually been one of the pushing factors Kallus had for building the courage to ask to be taught lasana. What zeb would tell Kallus was merely a fraction of the knowledge he held and Zeb sometimes would have to take longer trying to convey it. However, there were many times when Zeb would be so enraptured by talking about his interests that he would simply get much more passionate and switch over to lasana. And every time Kallus didn't understand a word of what was being said, but he felt such an immense, swallowing joy that took him out as he listened to Zeb in awe, basking in the man’s passion. The one time Zeb had realized he was rambling in his mother tongue, Kallus felt his chest shatter when Zeb opened his mouth to apologize, so the one time Kallus ever cuts Zeb off from speaking was then. When he asked if Zeb could teach him lasana. If Kallus could be allowed to learn such a thing.

By the time Zeb brought Kallus to Lira San, Kallus was fluent in Lasana. [Chava immediately started nagging Zeb about "marrying that boy before someone else snatches him up".] Kallus took any opportunity to visit the libraries on Lira San in his free time. One day, when he was reading, a kit trotted over to him and asked him if he could read a story book aloud. Kallus looked past the kit to see several others watching from around the corner in the sitting area. Kallus set his own book down and happily accepted. It became a monthly routine for him to read to the children at the library.

It didn't take long for them to seek him out for other things, such as running across him tending to the food forests or the botanical garden and ask him questions about what he's doing, what the plants are, what they grow into, "you're making baby plants? How?", "what's a agricultural?" / "what's a ambassador?" , "can I eat this?" , etc etc etc.

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Kallus had been working closely with the agricultural professors and experts of Lira San. He was ecstatic upon Zeb telling him that Lira San has an entire university dedicated to agriculture. And the professors were ecstatic to meet someone with so much new and different knowledge. They were eager to exchange such knowledge and try to convince him to join them on consults and conventions and farmer's markets. He was thrilled to.

And he loved seeing how much more open Zeb was around the other lasat, how his confidence grew. Kallus is in awe to be getting the chance to see Zeb take things on to his truest and fullest potential. He encourages his partner and supports him in every possible way. Sure, Zeb recieved praise and recognition for his battle and warrior capabilities in the rebellion. But only his family ever seemed to see him for every facet of his person. Kallus felt privileged to get to be Zeb’s friend, someone close to him, but he also loathed how Zeb would be treated when it took him extra time to verbalize his thoughts. Kallus loathed how Zeb wasn't called in more on areas he knew Zeb excelled in. And more than anything, Kallus loathed how many times Zeb was talked down to. Kallus would talk Zeb up, remind everyone of just how capable the Captain of the Honorguard is, past his training and strategies. In meetings, Kallus would reference Zeb and ask for a consult from him to be used in, and Hera always backed that. And if it wasn't Kallus asking for a consult, it was Hera, and, eventually, Sabine.

And people learned very quickly not to mistreat Zeb. Kallus sought out to that. At first, they just stopped doing it when Kallus was around. But people liked kallus, to some degree, and people liked Zeb even more, so word always got back to Kallus. Most of the time Kallus wouldn't bother with a physical altercation. He didn't want to cause extra trouble for Hera to have to rectify. He's more than capable of settling a fight with words. But there were a few who didn't catch Kallus’s severity or would insist on doubling down. Kallus never killed anyone, but he wasn't gentle either. As stated; eventually it was understood that no one mistreats Garazeb Orrelios. The same applied to the entire Ghost Crew.

That was then, however. This is now. And now, Kallus feels his heart melt as Zeb grows less and less hesitant, as he grows more and more bold.

#fuck #i was about to make another hc of Cassa Alex and Ahsoka after the war being annoying best friends or enjoying dragging eavh other into new #hobbies #or like cassa and sabine teaching Alex how to make bracelets #but then i remembered #Bshdhhdhdhdhd #anyway #star wars rebels #swr #alexsandr kallus #star wars #kalluzeb #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios

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cerealboxlore · 2 years ago

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Late Night Pride Post (T4T Billy and Cissie Edition)

Yo what up, I have overdue assignments and overdue fanfictions to post, but hear me out:

Captain Marvel is found out to be Billy Batson, twelve year old orphan kid from Fawcett city, AKA, the Champion of Magic, AKA, the kid who hid his age and identity from the JL for over four years. :D fun

Yeah the JL didn't like that. However, due to his position as one of the heaviest hitters on the League, and his good reputation, Billy was not kicked out from the JL, instead being put on a probationary/suspension period, where he would be observed by a JL member to oversee his ability to be a hero.

Who is it overseeing Billy's JL suspension, Y'all ask? Well, y'all gonna find out~

Now, cut to a week later

Cissie and Billy going out on a cute little date and having a nice time together.

Going on a picnic in the park, taking a lovely stroll through the city gardens to appreciate Cissie's flora knowledge, touring the museum district together to hear Billy go wild about the exhibits~ They're just two youngsters in love who are having a very nice first date <3

Nothing can go wrong~

...

Except it's the Batson luck to always have something go wrong.

Just as Cissie and Billy are touring through the museum district and enjoying a rest for a root beer float to share, a loud and whailing screech booms from down the street. The Shockwave sent rubble and debris flying through the air, sending Fawcett citizens running for their lives at this new attack on their city.

Wanting to check out the scene but also needing to protect Cissie, Billy grabbed hold of her hand with a blushing face and ran outside, needing to see just a glimpse of what he was going to be up against soon before he sent Cissie to safety.

It was just a second.

A split second before his stomach sank to hell and dread filled his heart.

Down the street he could see it....

The green glow of a power ring and the ginger hair of the one superhero he hated the most; Guy Gardner.

And oh yeah there was an alien monster there, too 😒

Of all days, of all the superheroes to bring a fight down into HIS city, it had to have been Guy Gardner during his first date with Cissie. Oh that was just fantastic! Billy just had a hunch that Guy steered the fight into Fawcett on purpose.

Unable to transform into Captain Marvel due to the crowd around him, Billy had to let Guy Gardner handle this fight with a grunt.

When the dust settled and the crowd cheered for the the Green Lantern, Billy tried to escape with Cissie to leave Guy behind, but as luck would have it, Billy ended up getting followed by the annoying man.

Now, Billy wasn't only getting irritating advice from the man about being a hero when he was Captain Marvel, no, NOW he was carrying a third wheel on his date 🙄 who was constantly trying to give Billy not so subtle dating advice (child version advice, but still embarrassing coming from an adult regardless).

Guy Gardner: Hey, kid! A foot apart from the girl. Don't get any funny ideas about holding hands on the first date, hahaha!

Billy: (*｀Д´)ノ！！！

Cissie thought it was funny.

Billy just wanted to punch Guy to the moon.

TLDR: Billy's first date with Cissie ends up interrupted by a hideous creature that came from space, and an alien, too.

Don't worry, in the end, Guy makes it up to Billy for embarrassing him on his first date and helps to impress Cissie with a little fly through the air for them both.

#billy batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #cissie sommerly #t4t ship #cute headcanons #guy gardner #green lantern #Writing #Guy as a wingman would be terrible #Billy and Cissie were going to go to the Planetarium after the museum but couldn't #So Guy helped #For once #Man was teasing Billy so much #billy has beef with grown adults twice his size #This has been my 2AM post #Beware of spelling errors #Guy tells the JL about Billy's first date and now everyone is teasing him #This kid can't catch a break hahaha

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feelsl1kemagic · 1 year ago

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Feels Like Magic: Winx Rewrite World Info Part 2.

Next up for world lore! Names!

The reason a lot of magicals have names that coincide with their powers is because parents name their children after something they hope they get the magic for. It's basically a way of asking Magic itself to bless your child with magic of their own.

It's a tradition that has gone on and on through the beginning of times on Flaemterna.

There are parents who give their children ordinary names as they don't mind if their child gets magic or not. If they do, wonderful, if they don't, that's fine too! There are many things those with magic can do.

Another thing about names is middle names. Back in the Ancient and Medieval Magical Times, those with any kind of noble blood had middle names, and it was tradition that any child they had also got middle names. It was done to show others that you were worthy of being gifted magic twice because you had two names and two times the chance of Magic blessing you and your children.

This practice fell out in the more modern times, and it became a trend of anyone and everyone getting to have middle names no matter if they were or are of noble blood.

You may have noticed that some of the girls have middle names so I'll explain whether this was done because of blood or because of trend.

• Bloom, of course, has a middle name because she is a High Princess. She actually has two! Because Mike and Vanessa didn't want to change her name, but they wanted to at least give her a name they picked. Thus, she was given the middle name Allison by Mike and Vanessa. Many of the older generations think this helped play a part in why she is so powerful. If you missed it in the redesigns, here is her full name: Bloom Allison Charlotte Gardner-Feniatare.

•Stella, is another with a middle name because of her royal blood as a High Princess herself. Her full name is Stella Celeste Solevega, and when her parents divorced, she hyphenated her last name to Stella Celeste Solevega-Aylandra.

•Flora has a middle name, even though her family hasn't been part of the nobility for a long time. Some of her ancestors were Dukes and Duchesses, but her family renounced their nobility so that their children and children's children could choose whatever occupation they wanted without it looking disgraceful for someone of their position. Even though her family is no longer nobility, they still get respect from other nobles because they weren't disgraced or anything like that. Many admired the "sacrifce". I'll make another post purely about each girl's family history, but this is a bit of it. Flora's full name is Flora Carmen Thorngrove.

•Musa, she does not have a middle name, though she is nobility, but because her dad ran away to marry her mother, her father was disowned though it was he who gave away his claim to the throne. To show he was no longer nobility, Ho-Boe took out his middle name from his name and refused to give Musa one. So her full name is Musa Lu-Maestri.

•Tecna, though in the comics and show she is a princess, she is not in my rewrite. She is a normal citizen of Zenith who ends up bringing her family into a position of nobility because of her having magic despite her having an artificial heart. Others who had needed artificial hearts ended up not having magic, but Tecna was an abnormality. It fascinated the High Kingdom Royalty to the point that she and her family were given higher positions in the kingdom. Even though she is mow considered nobility, she still does not have a middle name since her parents didn't think it was necessary. So her full name is Tecna Synthwave.

For this post, I'm only doing season one characters I have already done redesigns for. So next is the Trix.

•Icy, she actually does have noble blood in her, but her family ended up losing their titles in disgrace. She doesn't know why as it's a secret her family has held on to for decades. Though they are disgraced, she was still given a middle name. Her full name is Icelyn Eira Bélaboreas.

•Darcy, she is low nobility. Her family has only ever been Lords and Ladies, though they did desire to become more. It just never happened. Her full name is Darcelle Belladonna Blackwell.

•Stormy is not nobility, but she does have a nickname as her family jumped on the trend. Her full name is Stormella Corentine Burzyński.

#winx club #winx #winx rewrite #winx club rewrite #flm lore #feels like magic au #winx club bloom #winx club stella #winx club musa #winx club flora #winx club tecna #winx club trix #winx club darcy #winx club icy #winx club stormy

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taschamonnii · 1 year ago

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Rainy Day - World to Ourselves

Damie (Dani Clayton x Jamie Taylor - Victoria Pedretti & Amelia Eve)

Summary: What if Bly just didn’t have ghosts? This is what it could look like if there were no ghosts to ruin things and Jamie and Dani got to continue dating while working at Bly.

TW: Smut

Read on Ao3

Here is the title song: World to Ourselves by The Coast

AN: Damie prompts and bits all AU.

Word Count: 4,327

Imagine This:

Laughter echoed down the long hallway. Flora and Miles were full of energy and the rain outside did nothing to help the children release said energy.

Dani sighed. The rain made her want to crawl back in bed for the day. She followed quickly behind the children. "Hey, no running down the stairs."

Both children slowed slightly as they spoke in unison. “Yes, Miss Clayton.”

“Hey, you lot, where are you off to in such a hurry?” Jamie said as she closed the front door behind her.

Flora stopped, “Jamie! Oh, won’t you join us? We are going to play cards!”

Jamie smiled “I don’t know it seems like two gremlins who run down the stairs shouldn’t get the pleasure of playing games at all let alone with me.” Jamie looked up to meet Dani’s gaze. “What do you say Poppins should we play just the two of us to teach these gremlins to listen?”

Dani chuckled as the kids pouted.

"You know maybe you are right," Dani paused rubbing her chin, "or maybe we play in teams the two of us against the kids, and whoever loses cleans up the classroom?"

Jamie smirked at the idea of winning a game of cards against the two little gremlins and possibly sneaking away with Dani while they clean the classroom.

"Let's show 'em how it's done Poppins."

The children bolted towards the classroom. Dani let out a soft laugh at the children as she walked closer to Jamie.

"They are really full of it today. Must be the rain. Did you get everything ready for the storm?"

Jamie reached out to the rambling blonde and pulled her close by the hand.

"They are always full of it. Yes, ma'am, I did. Everything is all set for the storm. I'm sure I will still have plenty of damage to clean up if it's as bad as last time."

Dani smiled at her favorite broody Gardner.

"So, I get you the rest of the day?"

Jamie smirked and leaned in to plant a promising soft kiss on Dani's lips.

"The night as well, Poppins."

"Mmm. Are you staying the weekend?"

“Might as well, my old truck is not the most reliable as you well know.”

Heat rushed to Dani’s cheeks at the memory of being stuck on the side of the road on the way back from the pub in town and Owen stumbling onto the pair making the best of their time alone in Jamie’s truck. Jamie has brought it up every chance she gets knowing full well how embarrassed Dani was and how red she gets when it’s brought up.

Jamie smirked at the memory of Owen flashing his light into the backseat only to see Dani straddling Jamie. Both of their hands occupied with each other as they made out like teenagers. Dani lightly elbowed Jamie in the ribs, “stop thinking about it!”

Jamie bit her bottom lip. “Why would I want to do that, Poppins?”

Dani rolled her eyes, “Jamie.”

“What?”

“You know, what. Now, we should go before the kids destroy the classroom.”

Jamie smiled she knew exactly what and she loved every second of it. She pulled Dani closer yet again quickly kissing her before she could head towards the classroom. Dani quickly kissed her back and pulled away turning towards the classroom. Jamie bit her bottom lip as she followed wrapping her arms around the other woman’s hips as they walked making them both laugh. Jamie let go as they approached the classroom.

The kids were already shuffling the cards all over the table giggling to themselves. She quickly pulled Dani’s chair out for her and settled next to her.

“So, what game of cards are we playing? Poker?”

Flora let out a fit of laughter, “no, silly we are playing goldfish!”

“Oh, how silly of me, of course, we’re playing goldfish.”

Dani couldn’t help the way her heart swelled watching Jamie interact with the kids it was one of her favorite things to witness.

The game took off rather quickly Jamie was unsurprisingly great at this game and was quickly winning. Miles let out a sigh as Jamie took yet another one of his cards. “This is so not fair!”

Jamie smirked. “It’s not my fault I’m so skilled.”

Dani glanced at her wristwatch. “Time’s up anyways looks like you two get to clean up in here.”

Miles threw his cards to the table. “So not fair!”

“Miles stop it we lost fair and square.”

Flora got up and quickly started cleaning up the cards on the table. “Come on Miles it’s our mess anyway. Plus, it is not that much.”

Miles huffed but followed his sister’s lead and started to pick up miscellaneous books.

Jamie stood and put out her hand to help Dani up. “Let’s go check on dinner Poppins.”

Dani stood but stopped at the doorway. “Once you two are done in here go wash up for dinner.”

Flora smiled “Yes, Miss Clayton.”

Jamie didn’t wait for Miles to respond before pulling the hand in hers out the door and down the hall. Dani smiled as she let the brunette lead her into the old storage closet across the hall from the classroom. Jamie lightly pushed Dani against the door to close them into the dimly lit room. Their bodies pressed together and Jamie lightly trailed kisses up the soft neck she had mapped and memorized. She smirked against the most sensitive part as she felt Dani shudder under her touch. Dani sighed and let her head fall back to rest against the door. The soft kisses were a much-needed break from the day.

Jamie trailed up along the curve of her neck to her jaw and finally to her lips. Dani couldn’t stop her hands from traveling to the firm backside of the other woman. Jamie let a soft gasp leave her lips as she felt the blonde pull her closer. They both moved to deepen the kiss, but both jumped back at the loud sound of thunder cracking outside.

"Jesus!"

"Actually, my name is Jamie but if you want to call me Jesus."

Jamie smirked that is until Dani lightly smacked her arm.

"Ouch! No need to get violent, Poppins."

Dani rolled her eyes "we should probably get back out there anyway."

"Do we have to? I'd much rather just hide away in here with you the rest of this bloody rainy day."

"Really? In a storage closet?"

"Well, my flat would be preferred but since we are here at the moment it'll do."

"What would we do on a rainy day like this in your flat?"

Jamie leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips over Dani’s neck, humming before she spoke. "Well, we'd have to keep warm as you know my flat is rather drafty, so I doubt we'd want to leave the bed. I would make us tea and we could listen to music and watch the rain hit the old windows. Maybe watch an old movie and cuddle or something."

"Or something?" Dani laughed, "that does sound rather nice actually."

Jamie hummed her response into Dani's soft skin kissing up her neck yet again. Dani felt helpless to the buzzing heat and hummed a soft approval. Jamie moved her hands to the soft curve of Dani's hips. The brunette groaned at the limited contact. “Bloody clothes, why do you insist on tucking in your shirts, Poppins?”

Dani couldn’t help but giggle, “specifically to torture you the way your overalls torture me.”

Dani moved her hands up Jamie’s toned abdomen and wrapped her fingers around the straps of said overalls pulling on them.

Jamie quirked her eyebrows, “you love my overalls! Said so just this morning.”

Dani bit her bottom lip, “and you love that I tuck my shirts in if I do recall you said something along the lines of Poppins out to scandalize the village again.”

Jamie quirked her lips and glanced away for a second recalling their teasing conversation this morning when they first greeted each other. She couldn’t deny the way she appreciated Dani’s wardrobe all her clothes fit her body just right highlighting some of Jamie’s favorite assets.

Jamie’s thoughts were interrupted “Dinner’s ready!” Owens’s voice sounded from right outside the door the women were pressed against.

Jamie jumped slightly at the sudden interruption she groaned as she let her head fall to the blonde’s shoulder. “Owen, you prat! One of these days you’re going to give us a heart attack?”

Dani laughed as she pushed herself and the women still clinging to her away from the door to open it. Owen rolled his eyes as Jamie stared daggers at him. Dani gave Owen a small smile, “what’s for dinner?”

“Bangers and mash.”

“Why didn’t you say that in the first place?” Jamie said as she took off towards the kitchen.

Dani and Owen shared a laugh as they chased after her.

The comfort food was perfect for the rainy day and made dinner a rather quiet affair as everyone enjoyed the meal. The silence was broken only by the loud clap of thunder and heavy rain pelting the old windows.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck, “it’s getting rather bad out there.”

Owen reached across the table and grabbed her free hand, “it’s alright, love.”

Hannah gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand. She hated storms and he knew exactly how to comfort her.

“Why are storms so dreadful?” Flora asked.

Jamie turned to the little munchkin who had settled in the seat next to her. “Storms are a part of the natural cycle of things they aren’t mean to be dreadful.”

Flora huffed “but they are loud and scary.”

“Think about it this way the flowers and trees need the rain to blossom and grow just like you need food to grow. How does old Owen tell us when food is ready?”

Flora smiled “he shouts it out.”

“Precisely, the thunder is just the clouds telling all the plants that it is time for some nutrients.”

Flora tilted her head to soak in Jamie’s words. “You are the smartest! I just wish the clouds didn’t have to be so loud.”

Everyone at the table let out soft laughter at the sweet comment from Flora. Jamie lightly patted Flora’s hand on the table. “Thanks, kid. If ever the clouds get too loud for ya, you can always come to me.”

Flora beamed at Jamie giving her a wide grin that reached her eyes, “you’re the coolest!”

Dani was melting in her seat on the other side of Jamie. The Gardner was so guarded and hard around the edges but also so incredibly soft and kind. It filled the Au Pair’s heart with love. She was happy that dinner was almost over and soon she would have Jamie all to herself.

Miles and Flora got to play while the grown-ups cleaned up dinner. Then it was off to bed.

Finally, after a bit of an extra struggle from Flora Dani was able to wander into her room.

Jamie was waiting for her there sprawled out on the bed lounging like it was her bed, not Dani's.

Dani couldn't help but smile at the smirk on the brunette's face. "Someone looks comfy."

"And someone else looks entirely overdressed."

"Is that so?"

Jamie nodded and quickly stood up. "I could help you with these pesky clothes."

Jamie reached out, smoothing her slender fingers over the thin pink shirt collar. Her hand then trailed down Dani's chest and abdomen. She grabbed at the extra fabric sticking out of the light blue jeans and tugged but the material didn't budge. Dani's pants were too tight, so she moved lower to unhook the belt and undo the button and zipper. Soon Jamie had Dani's long porcelain legs free.

Dani was helplessly watching the way her girlfriend's eyes became dark and the way she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as she drank in Dani's exposed skin.

It sent heat pooling to her core. Jamie knew what she was doing but Dani also knew what she was doing. At this point, they had both learned quite a lot about each other. Her hand wrapped around the tan freckled wrist and long fingers moved to control the firm hand leading it to the incredibly warm and wet cotton between soft thighs.

Jamie sucked in a breath at the contact her breath then caught in her throat as her fingers were pulled up to pink lips and pulled in to be sucked. Dani pushed herself to keep eye contact this was a new thing she learned that Jamie enjoyed and fuck if she was going to let her nerves make her miss the way Jamie’s eyes darken.

They shared a quiet moan and before Dani could blink Jamie was pulling her in for a searing kiss. Her tongue slid in as Dani gasped. Their bodies pressed impossibly close, and hands searched out skin shedding away the remaining articles of clothing.

They fell in a tangled mess of limbs to the bed and Dani smirked as she was fastest to secure being on top. She straddled the tan, toned, and freckled abdomen of the Gardner sighing with relief as her sensitive core made contact with the heated skin.

“Fuck, Poppins!”

Jamie could feel how hot and bothered she had made her girlfriend and it drove her nuts that the proof was dripping on her abs and not her tongue. She didn’t get the chance to voice her thoughts as Dani couldn’t wait any longer and started to grind her hips down creating blissful friction for the blonde but sweet agony for the brunette.

Dani could feel the firm grip on her hips tighten as she moved, she knew that when she took what she wanted it drove Jamie wild, and she could feel the excitement building in anticipation of how Jamie would take control.

Jamie pulled the blonde by the hips encouraging her to grind down harder and faster until she had to throw her head back at the pleasure. Jamie was quick to take advantage of her girlfriend’s distracted state to pull the woman up her body. She scooted down quickly as she felt Dani stiffen in her hands.

“Jamie, what are you- Oh!”

Jamie didn’t give Dani time to figure it out and pushed forward sinking her tongue through slick folds. Dani shuttered at the contact this was a new way for them to do this and it felt different the angle was making her body tremble and Jamie had just started. One hand grabbed at the headboard to steady herself and one hand tangled into chestnut curls. Jamie slowly pressed the blonde’s hips bringing what she wanted closer.

Jamie couldn’t suppress her needy moans at the flavor she had grown addicted to. This caused the blonde to squeeze her thighs closer her body trembled at the vibrations that ran right up her. Jamie continued to stroke her tongue through the folds flicking the tip of her tongue over the bundle of nerves that was already swollen and begging for attention. She dipped her tongue just a few inches into the tight ring of muscles and had to move her hands to help steady Dani.

Dani was fighting a growing desire to rock her hips. She moved both her hands to grip the headboard until her knuckles were white. Jamie could tell she would have to encourage her girlfriend and quickly moved her hands one keeping the blonde steady and the other sliding between the thighs that surrounded her. Her mouth surrounded Dani’s clit as she pressed two fingers into her tight entrance. Dani let Jamie’s name fall from her lips in a whispered scream.

Dani felt the trembles of her body straining to stay still turn to more intense shakes. Jamie sucked the bundle of nerves lightly as she pulled on the hip in her hand trying to encourage her girlfriend to grind down.

Dani’s eyes flew open, and her gaze fell to question the woman below her. Jamie held eye contact as she encouraged Dani to move her hips again. She hummed into Dani’s hot pulsing skin as she felt the blonde rock her hips lightly against her needy mouth.

Soon the room was filled with hot panting breaths and soft hushed moans. Jamie moved her fingers to the rhythm Dani rocked her hips and sucked and flicked her tongue over her clit. Dani trembled her orgasm was building much too quickly for her liking. Jamie however was desperate to push the blonde over the edge her craving was not being satisfied nearly enough.

Jamie tightened her grip on the pale hip in her hand as she sucked Dani’s clit harder and pressed her fingers in making sure to apply pressure to the soft spot, she knew would give her what she wanted.

Dani could feel the familiar tightening in her core and before she could try to keep it from happening her walls clenched and began to contract around Jamie’s fingers. Her body tensed as her climax washed over her entire body making her moan Jamie’s name like a prayer.

Jamie moaned into her girlfriend as she felt her tense and contract around her. She let Dani ride it out for a bit but couldn’t wait any longer and quickly slipped her fingers out of Dani making her gasp but before Dani could react more Jamie’s tongue dived as deep as it could go into the still pulsing core. Dani’s hips instantly responded to the contact. Her hands sunk into Jamie’s hair and tugged at it as she rocked her hips allowing Jamie to continue her needy exploration. Jamie collected everything she could. She quickly got lost in the taste and the tight muscles that pulled her in.

Dani couldn’t stop her hips if she wanted to, but she didn’t want any such thing. Another orgasm was quickly approaching, and it made her head spin she hadn’t even come down from the first. Jamie could feel her own core flutter around nothing. She was sure she was dripping by now and the moans that fell from Dani’s lips had her closer than she should be from not even being touched.

They were both done in by the needy grind of Dani’s hips that finally lost all control and ground down seeking as much of Jamie as possible. Jamie felt her own walls clench as Dani’s did around her tongue. She moaned into the feeling. Her core contracted around nothing making her rock her hips. Dani filled her mouth with more sweetness than the first time and she couldn’t help but lap it up like she hadn’t had water in years, and she needed every drop.

Dani was seeing stars and trembling her legs were too weak she couldn’t hold herself up much longer. She felt Jamie buck her own hips and slumped over for a second before she felt Jamie continue her assault.

“Jamie!”

She tugged the hair that was still in her hands and shakily pulled herself away from the needy mouth below her. The harsh separation caused a slight pop as Jamie’s head followed the retreating motion and continued to suck until Dani managed to lift and back up to be out of her girlfriend’s reach. A needy whine left Jamie’s lips as she lost contact.

“Dani” Jamie whined.

Dani collapsed onto Jamie the second she settled her hips back down on firm abs. “Fuck, Jamie” Dani panted.

Jamie licked her lips as Dani lifted her head and gazed at her with wonder. She quickly pulled the blonde closer to connect their lips. The only thing better than sinking into the flavor of Dani’s pleasure was having the taste linger on her lips while she tasted the sweetness of her lover’s lips as well. Jamie pulled away only slightly, “you taste so good, Poppins. I can never get enough.”

Dani felt the heat rise to the tips of her ears. “I thought I was going to pass out.”

Jamie smirked. Dani lightly pinched her side “don’t you smirk like that it isn’t very fair. I feel exhausted now and I didn’t even get to make you feel good.”

Jamie stifled her laugh trying not to be too loud but soft laughter fell from her lips unstoppable at the pouty look on her girlfriend’s face.

“It’s not funny, Jamie. My legs are still trembling, and I feel like jelly.”

Jamie stifled her laughter. “Poppins you made me feel amazing without even touching me.”

Dani’s eyes widened “really?”

Jamie nodded “it’s not often but God Dani, the way you taste and feel, and your perfect fucking legs tightly pressed around me just all of you had me Cumming so hard I can feel it on my thighs.”

Dani looked down between them managing to lift her body for a second to move one of her thighs between Jamie’s.

“Oh wow, Jamie.”

Jamie couldn’t help but sigh at the contact. Dani bit her bottom lip her desire to get more sighs from Jamie was growing. She moved to try and get on her knees, but her arms and legs began to shake as soon as she was supporting her own weight.

Jamie could see how frustrated her girlfriend was and decided to cut her some slack and quickly rolled them over. She straddled one of Dani’s thighs and let another sigh leave her lips at the pressure. Dani quickly moved to try and put her hands on Jamie’s thighs, but Jamie shook her head and brushed them away.

“Sit back and enjoy the show Poppins.”

Dani went to protest but Jamie placed a finger over her lips. “Watch what you do to me, Dani.”

Jamie didn’t wait another second before she moved her hips gliding her wet heat over the firm and incredibly soft thigh under her. She threw her head back as she adjusted so she could rock her hips better and to make sure her flexed abdomen was on full display for Dani.

Dani felt her heart pound in her chest racing as heat filled her body head to toe. Her own core was still sensitive and just the motion of Jamie’s hips was sending sparks of pleasure through her. Dani licked her lips as she watched Jamie’s muscles flex and move with her hips. She wanted to taste every inch of the tan freckled skin on display just for her.

Jamie was lost in the motion of her own hips. She was so worked up she knew it wouldn’t take long or much effort to get off. She shuddered as she heard Dani groan and moan under her.

Dani could feel just how soaked Jamie was and could feel her own heat start to drip. Her hips bucked up before she could stop herself and a filthy moan left her lips as she felt her center brush against Jamie’s.

“Fuck, Dani!”

Jamie’s gaze shot to look down at the wet contact of Dani grinding against her.

“S-sorry, I-I can’t help it.”

“Please never apologize for that! God Dani.”

Jamie leaned down to press their lips together in a quick but heated kiss. She then adjusted her weight and pressed closer as close. Her thigh pressed harder into Dani causing them both to gasp at the contact.

Dani rocked her hips as Jamie continued to rock her own. The feeling of Jamie soaking her thigh and her own heat coating Jamie’s made her moan. This too was a new way for them to explore each other and it was incredible.

They could both watch and feel how much pleasure the other was having, and they were practically a puddle at this point. Moans filled the room as hips moved in sync and a soft wet sound surrounded them as they moved against each other.

The brunette had to lean over the blonde as her orgasm approached. Dani’s gaze was locked at the motion between them she was amazed this could feel so good, but she wasn’t surprised everything with Jamie felt amazing more amazing than she’d ever felt before in her life and she was addicted.

Jamie’s gaze was soaking in the pleasure written across Dani’s face. She shuddered as Dani looked up at her the blue of her eyes dominated by her blown pupils. Jamie felt the first coil and then the pulsing contractions at the look in Dani’s gaze. Dani trembled as Jamie starred at her.

Both their hips become more erratic chasing the high. Their hips faltered as their orgasms washed over them with shaking limbs and soft moans and panted breaths against heated skin.

Jamie collapsed onto Dani and twitched as their bodies touched more fully. Dani let her legs fall flat and groaned at the wet heat that covered her thighs.

Jamie kissed Dani’s neck “Sorry, Love. We made a bit of a mess. Give me a sec and I’ll clean us up.”

Dani moved to capture Jamie in a loving kiss that was soft and slow and incredibly tender. It could have lasted hours for all they cared they fell into it with their blissed minds until they both gently pulled back to brush each other’s noses.

Jamie slowly rolled off Dani and moved to stand on her legs which were still kind of shaky. Before she could collapse back onto the bed Dani was behind her wrapping her arms around her waist. Dani kissed the scar on Jamie’s shoulder, and they slowly made their way to the on-suite bathroom. They took turns preparing for bed before retiring back to the bed where they quickly tangled into a mess of limbs cuddled as close as possible as the chill of the night finally surrounded them.

The rain outside had gone unnoticed while they had been caught up in each other but now it was lulling them both to sleep.

“Goodnight, Jamie.”

“Night, Poppins.”

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