#I LOVE SHEEPLI

[tismtron]

Can i ask for fem reader x josh levy smut? °v°

Yall I love this goofy man im so happy some of yall like him. Warnings: shower sex, thigh fucking, power bottom Josh,

Shower curtains

You started dating Josh not to long ago and people have genuinely have seen a worlds difference between Josh then and now. Most people found it mind racking that he even got a girlfriend at all, and her not being some kind of long distance discord moderator and his kitten. When the club saw you were, in fact, real and a descent human being and not a degenerate like they were it was humbling.

Something’s that changed about Josh in the time of you being together was firstly his attitude. He’s still Josh but now he’s not gonna desperately get on his knees for damaged collectors items or be as physically violent as before. Second is his diet, eating things that only have cards and somewhat profitable toys that have a minimal resale price is not worth being up all night in bathroom hunched over the toilet for hours.

But the third thing that’s changed, and most noticeably, was his hygiene. It’s something that he gets completed on (albeit some backhanded). When he was out with the club hate watching some movie remake Jerry commented how he doesn’t smell like ass anymore. His own mother is astonished by it and thanks you and to keep doing whatever it you’re doing.

Little do they know that your method of making him shower is that you join him. At first it wasn’t even intentional. Josh was spending the night at your place and wanted to shower, and jokingly Josh said “without me?” While finishing a college assignment from his computer. you said, “then come on.” He paused for a second out of not knowing if you were serious or being sarcastic, until you grabbed an extra towel and entered the bathroom leaving the door open, expecting him to follow you.

He is trying his best to act like he knows what he’s doing but he’s mentally shitting bricks. He follows you sheeply and but on a show of stripping off your clothes as he fumbled with his. Stepping into the shower, you turn on the faucet and letting the water patter down on your exposed skin. Josh stepped behind and was at awe of you. You two were comfortable in your relationship and he’s seen you naked before, just not like this. You leaned down to grab the shampoo and conditioner, giving him a clear view of your ass. Trying his best to hide his semi-hard on as his eyes met back to yours as you washed your hair, looking back at him from over your shoulder. God he felt like he was caught doing something wrong, even though he’s seen your ass before still getting caught makes him red in the face. You turn to him completely and draped your soap covered arms around his shoulders. “Come around here often?” “Oh fuck you.” His retort coming off less angry than he wanted and more lovestruck and flustered. “Do you want to?” You asked pushing your soapy body to be flushed with his. His now hard cock flushed to your thighs. “God your gonna be the death of me one day.” He exasperated while leaning down to kiss you, his hands gripped at your waist as your shampoo filled hands played with his hair. His hands wandered to your thighs to open them and push his cock in between them. Gripping your hips once more to make you rut on his cock. Your hands are all over him, exploring him as he continued to lock his tongue with yours. You start to remember the rhythm he set for your hips as you move on your own. His hands move up to play with your breasts, messaging one with tweeting with the nipple on the other. Making you moan into his mouth and move more vigorously. Your cunt grinding on his cock as he parted your make out session for air. God you get so wet seeing him like this. Hair down and soaked, glasses gone, and gasping and moaning for breath. “I love you.” You said out of nowhere in your dazed mind as you were reaching your climax. He looked like he wasn’t gonna last long either, leaning down to kiss you one more time “I love you too.” Before he came in your thighs, you following his high by summing on his cock with shaking legs.

Bonus:

Now when you got to the shower he follows happily behind you. Something you like about him is when he washes its hair it gets naturally curly. You over heard Bill telling Josh that “his jew curls are showing.” But you love it. You love to play with his hair when he types and sometimes braid it if he lets you.

[champagnedrunkandhorny]

Daemon Targeryen w/ fem!Reader Cuddling

tw: fluff, urge to cuddle a fictional man

She sits on his lap, folding her legs on either side of his own. Humming satisfied she rests her head on his chest and smothers her cheek on it, deciding to rest her hands limply by side, not wanting to push it too much with the notorious Rogue prince.

Daemon was surprised as she came to him, seeking what seems cuddling? Usually he would watch you and Rhaenyra in your own world. Arms and legs tangled as you enjoyed each other presence. You were surprisingly, consindering your first very cold and unbothered front, very shy. Daemon didn't seem to mind that you were more familiar and comfortable with Rhaenyra than him. He was a patient man, he could wait for you to open up.

He was reading a book in front of a fireplace,when he heard the bare feet pattering on the floor. He wanted to scold you for your carelessness regarding your health. But he decided to keep his mouth shut and see where this goes. He heard you hesitantly approaching. You fiddle with your fingers, not knowing how to adress him. "Uh, uncle Daemon?" He tries to hide his smile at your soft tone. "Yes, sweetheart?" You seem to redden even more at his nickname. He saw how much you loved when Rhaenyra called you her little flower or something else. "Uh I was reading something and then grew bored of it." How could you just say that you want someone to hold you, cause you got lonely? "and Rhaenyra went to King's Landing " you ramble on as Daemon smirks. You were so adorable. "So I was wondering if I could uh read with you." She drops her eyes to the floor. "And where did you loose your shoes on the way?" You smile sheeply at his question. "Come here." He put down his book and extended his hand to you. Grasping your hand in his big one, you stand between his legs. He pulled on your hand causing you to tumble clumsily on him. You blush as you wanted to push yourself to create a bit of a distance between your faces. His big palm engulfed your back and stopped your movement. "Don't try to run now, sweetheart." He chuckles. And so you try to relax in his embrace, shifting your legs on either side of him, putting your cheek on his torso, too shy to look at him directly. Even though you said you wanted to read, both of you knew there would be none, at least on your side. So, Daemon picked up on where he left, one hand holding the book, the other petting your back, switching between flipping pages and holding you. The sheer dominance Prince´s presence emits allows you to fully relax in his embrace.

You lay your cheek on his chest and breath in his familiar scent. Snuggling yourself a bit closer to him, you finally relax. The hand tapping your back, lowers itself to your bottom, patting it also. You questioningly peer up at Daemon but as he lifts one eyebrow, you quickly hide your face again in his chest. The firm hand continued to pat you on your bottom lulling you to the sleep.

That's how Rhaenyra found you two. Smiling softly, she stopped at the door to admire the scene. Her uncle is reading, as the fire cackles in the background and a small figure is slumped on his chest. Your cheek squeezed and mouth lightly opened. Eyes shut and small lifting of your back could be seen. His hands embracing you, one hand on the bottom, keeping you still. "I didn't knew you were one for cuddling." She jested. Her uncle playfully rolled his eyes, choosing not to answer, afraid to wake you up. Carefully, he put his other arm under your bottom and lifted you up. Carrying you as if you weighted nothing. He put you to bed and threw over a blanket. After that, he followed Rhaenyra to their balcony, shutting the door so their talk doesn't disturb you.

[cucumbercastle]

tagged by @goodlookingforagirl ; tysm love 💘

three ships: batman/joker; ross poldark/george warleggan; jessie/james from pokemon

first ship: i think it was robin/raven from teen titans (2003), which i still stand by!!

last song: "narcissist" - irontom

last movie: I Am Heath Ledger ❤️

currently reading: truly, madly, sheeply by heather vogel frederick

currently watching: the batman (2004); i just started season four!

currently consuming: yogurt & granola for breakfast!

currently craving: a hug & kiss from @goodlookingforagirl 💕💕

tagging @bluesrocknrollingstones ✨

[princerevelucide]

i just want you to know. sheep people hold a special place in my heart, because that's where i was for a long time before the kitty cat took over

and kitty people hold a special place in mine!!! i only figured out my sheepliness a few months ago, but it's very lovely to be :3

[amoosarte]

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐌.𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

SUMMARY ! in which Max decided to last minute babysit Daniel's kids but their original babysitter, Matilda, didn't receive the cancel text, so on that day something blossoms.

FACECLAIM ! astridjohnsonn, TROPE ! blossoming love ! NOTE ! happy bday max!

The doorbell rang, making Lory run to the front door. "Uncle Max is here!" She sang, unlocking the door. "Lory, dear, please wait!" Marline said hurrying to the door.

"Lookie here, we have a wild Lorelai!" Max had carried her up, making the small child giggle. Marline watched as Max interacted with her daughter. "Hi Max, thank you for coming, come in!" Marline finished putting her earrings in.

"It was no problem, they cancelled something last minute, so I was free." Max shrugged a little as Lory messed up his hair. "Uncle max!" Another said behind Max.

"You're here!" Bennett clung to his legs, making Max stumble a bit. "Jeez I think our kids like Max more than us.." Daniel walks into the commotion, making the kids giggle. "Thanks again Max." Daniel side hugged him.

"Mama and pa, going out tonight?" Lory questioned, making both of her parents nod. "We must let them or else they will get grumpy.." Max whispered into her little ear. "we are going to have so much fun, aren't we?" Max tickled her tummy.

Just when Marline was going to reply, the door knocked. Daniel opened it this time, to be greeted my a rather bright blonde. "Tilly!" Both of the kids squealed and ditched Max for their new guest.

"This is Uncle Max!" Lory pointed at Max who was just observing the interaction. He snapped out of it when the blonde looked at him. "Hello." She extended her arm, making Max do it as well. "Hello."

"Oh, Matilda! I forgot to tell you Max was going to babysit the kids!" Marline smacked her head, grumbling some word while Daniel rubbed the place she smacked herself at.

Max however, he was staring at her.

"Matilda this is Max, one of Daniel's friends." Marline introduced them, making Matilda look at Max again. "You were the one who got caked in the face, right?"Matilda guessed, making Daniel snort. "Yes, that was me.." Max simply got a little red.

"Tilly is benny's favorite godmother!" Lory stated to max, making him laugh lightly and nod. "Sorry Matilda, Max said he could last minute, I just forgot to text you!" Marline groaned.

"Well I can just go, it's no problem..." Matilda was about to leave until the kids yelled a 'no!' Making her stay still. "Double babysit!" Bennett groaned, his grip on Matilda just a little bit more tighter.

"um, well is it's okay with uncle Max.." Matilda patted the young boy head. Both of them looked at the still Dutch man. "It's fine with me..." Max shrugged.

"Then it's time for us to go!" Marline grabbed her purse and kissed her kids goodbye. "Be good!" Daniel walked out the door, making the little one yell goodbye too.

They watched as the car pulled out of the driveway, making Bennett regret his decision just a bit. "Everything okay benny?" Matilda bent down to his level. "just a bit nervous.." He fiddled with his hands.

"Nothing to be nervous about, we will have so much fun!" Matilda scooped him up, making him giggle. "Uncle Max, up!" Lory jumped, Max lifted her up with ease.

"Ou! we can play twenty questions!" Bennett squealed, making Lory giggle too.

"Benny whats twenty questions?" Lory looked at her big brother making the adults laugh lightly. "It's a game, we have to ask them questions!" Bennett told her, making her nod.

"okay go!" Max gave them the green light. "Why don't you got a wife?" Bennett went straight into the question. "okay, how do you know I don't?" Max gave them a little bit of sass.

"Do you?" Lory got excited just a bit. "Uh, her turn!" Max pointed at Matilda, catching her off guard. "How many friends do you got!" Lory liked this game a lot.

"Oh! um, three!" She sheeply smiled, making the kids give her a face. "that's not many–why do you only have three friends?" They asked. "well..back to him!" Matilda looked at Max.

"Why do we only see you during summer?" Bennett asked him. "Because I travel a lot." Max shrugged. "Is that why you don't have a wife?" The little boy stated. Max was still, the little boy was right.

"oh, maybe." He said a little bit worn out. "What is travel?" Lory asked cluelessly. "Why is your hair so soft?" Bennett asked. "Almond hair shampoo." They both said, making them stare at each other.

"Do you want to have children?" "yes" they said.

"Will Dean be the daddy?" Bennett asked Matilda, making her a bot uncomfortable. "um, no, me and Dean aren't friends no more.." Matilda scratched her.

"Who's Dean?"– "No one, next question!" Matilda tried to change the conversation. "Dean is tilly's true love!" Bennett told Max, making Max rethink his feelings. "Not anymore!" Matilda told Bennett, it shifted him mood.

"but true love is forever!" He beg to differ, Matilda got a bit hesitant. "um well.." Lory stepped in. "is true love not forever?" Lory was almost filled with tears in her eyes. "It is! I thought it was..."Matilda got a bit sappy.

Max had noticed her discomfort, trying to shift the kids attention somewhere else. "Let's play outside!" Max shifted up, making the little kids attention go somewhere else. They giggled as they unlocked the back door.

"we will be outside." max smiled at her, giving her time to collect herself. Matilda sighed and nodded "Thank you."

Max jogged outside, playing with the little one.

Matilda stopped moping around, she decide to make cookies.

"tilly?" A small voice called out, making her shift her attention to it. "Yes lory?" Matilda focused on the little girl, she ran and hugged her legs. "Are you making cookie?" Lory made little grabby hands, making Matilda scoop her up.

"yes, do you wanna help?" The little girl nodded, washing her hands and helped pouring the chocolate chips into the batter. "I think i'm going to shower this little guy." Max held a muddy Bennett in his hand.

"Cookies will be done by the time your done." Matilda smiled at them, making Max red just a bit. "Why don't we give you a shower too?" Lory smiled and nod, jumping into her arms.

Max had known Bennett since he was tiny, to say the least he knew him very well. "What's wrong benny?" Max scrubbled the dirt off of his skin.

"Do you like tilly?" He asked, making Max stop what he was doing. "What makes you say that?" He stopped and focused on the little boy. "You turn red around her!" The boy cheered.

"My face gets red on its own." Max had poured water on his head, making the boy yell. "you like tilly!" The boy giggled, making Max roll his eyes.

"Do you like uncle max?" Lory asked as she sat down to let Matilda brush her wet hair. "What makes you say that?" Matilda asked the little girl. "I want to see you happy tilly!"

"I noticed I made you sad when I mentioned Dean.."Lory shifted to face Matilda. "Lory, it's fine." Matilda patted her head. "Can you find your true love in Uncle Max?"Lory kept asking.

"I'm not sure.." Matilda smiled at the little girl, brushing her hair. Matilda could hear Max laugh in the bathroom, she thought he was cute and everything but she was barely out of a relationship.

She decided to let it go, she should focus on herself right now.

"Then the prince saves the princess from the dragon, with a big prince punch." Max demonstrated by hitting the dragon plushie up into the air. "Hooray!" Lory and Bennett cheered.

"Princess I have rescued you, now we shall marry!" Max climbed the ladder leading to the loft in the toy room, offering his hand to Matilda. "and the princess replied, no thanks." Matilda looked away, teasing max.

Bennett and Lory laughed, while max tried to come up with something. "The princess didn't like the look of him!" Matilda looked at Max, his face held a offended look. "Why not?"

"Well, his hair was a bit messy,and he was a bit too muscley, y'know what I mean?" Matilda looked at Lory in which she giggled. "Hold on, I prince punched the dragon, I need to take you to my castle, and we get married, that's business!" Max said.

"Hey, I didn't ask to be rescued!" Matilda rolled her eyes. "You'd rather be here? with a stinky dragon?" Max asked, Matilda shifted her body towards him. "I've gotten used to him." She crossed her legs, acting a bit sassy. earning a giggle from the kids.

"Okay, I'll wake him up!" Max walked down the stairs to the stuffed animal. "wait, no.." – "yes didn't think so." Max placed a hand on his hip, again earning a fit of giggles.

"this prince is so demanding!" Matilda said fustraided, lory stepped in. "Is he a bad or good prince tilly?" Lory asked. "I'm a good prince!" Max responded.

"only because he like punching dragons!" Matilda responded, making Max trying to come up with another way to convince her. "While the prince tries to figure it all out, she grabs a good book and lives happily ever after!"Matilda stated.

She earned gasp and whines. "That is not the end!" Lory yelled. "yea, in mom and dad's story they always get married!" Bennett state. "Yes, get married!" Lory demanded.

"um, princess?" Max gave Matilda a stupid smile. "Okay! for the sake of Lory brain, they get married and live happily ever after!" Matilda climbed down the latter and grabbed Max's hand.

"Fine by me." Max chuckled, Matilda laughed at his redness. "Okay time for bed!" Max said, picking up Bennett. Matilda laughed at his wittiness. "You too Lory.."

"That took some energy out of me.." Max huffed as he sat on the couch. "They are draining at the end." Matilda laughed as she picked up the leftover toys.

"Do you babysit them often?" Max questioned, Matilda nodded as she clipped her hair back, deciding to clean up. "I do, I live just a few houses away." Matilda replied.

"Cookies?" Matilda offered him the rest of the chocolate chip that they made. "Yes please." Max took them and began to eat them. "Well we are good for the night." Matilda sat right next to Max.

They watched the television for sometime before the door unlocked itself. Revealing two love birds walking into their house. "hey guys how was it?" Matilda grabbed her stuff.

"It was fantastic!" Daniel giggled, obviously intoxicated just a bit. "he drank a little bit too much.." Marline giggled. "Are you leaving already?" Marline asked them.

"yes I think we are?" Max looked at Matilda in which she nodded. "Thank you again guys." Marline watched as they let themselves out, they waved and smiled goodbye.

As Marline shut the door close, Max had walked to his car. "It was nice meeting you again." Max looked at her again, Matilda smiled at him. "It was a pleasure!" She bid goodbye.

Max noticed she didn't really have a car, so he asked "Did you walk here?" Catching her attention. "Yea, I only live a couple of blocks away.." She said, Max however was not satisfied.

"Let me walk you home, walking alone at night isn't really a good idea." Max walked right next to her, a smile on his lips.

"Alrighty.." Matilda smiled as they began to walk to her home.

Let's say the night ended with a kiss on Max's cheek and a new phone number in his phone!

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[fatedstrands]

"Fate had a different plan. Despite your mangled ideals, we humans, our Strands of Fate right here built the paradise you so desperately searched for. Where Plant and Human walk side by side as equals. Where your sisters are as loved as my own." he stalked forward, like a wolf finally shedding his sheeply clothing. "Only you fight. Only you bring us reason to raise arms." he can hear his people slipping free, weapons in hand as they circle the angel behind, crowding close to protect and tend to the wounded Plant. "Now kneel." his voice is met with a growl that turned to a scream as the Plant was forced to the ground, head cast back to bare his throat. "When you wake, you will be elsewhere. Return to us and beg for forgiveness. Or return to us for your death. There will be no mercy should you see it unfit to change." he leaned into the False God, watching blue gloss with agony and fear. "Your brother gave nothing but love and kindness, showed mercy and empathy. And through that, bloomed a hope for both our kinds in a damned world that you thrust us all into. Be thankful my Angel looks upon us, or you'd be given no choice." each word dripped from his lips with a violent venom, pulsing thick with hatred. "Let the eye of the stars and the heart of Mercy Himself guide you to Paradise, before I am forced to send you there before your time." gold stared down, watching eyes widen as they fell upon the faint glowing lines within the stare. "I cast you out, to find salvation within before you can ever hope to find the embrace of Paradise." With this, his hand found the other's throat, a gentle presence as he raised the other hand to the sky, fingers splayed. With a blur, they fall, and with them, the False Deity crumples to the earth, unconscious. Unseen by the world, the chains smothering the apostle join the man there, cascading from his body and with them, the agony, leaving him feeling truly, and utterly free.

The Abandoned Becomes The Divine

It felt like a lifetime since the lost had been near enough to feel this presence weighing upon the world. How long had it been, since the Divine had turned on him? Since his devotion had been cast aside for nothing? How long had it been since he'd been told that no one cared he'd been thought dead by the lips of a mock priest? He'd been told to stay back, to remain out of it and protect the compound, to keep everyone clustered away from the Plant facility. He hadn't known what was coming until the presence had built, the oppressive weight locking him in the open as his Strands fled to the protected embrace of the Gods. From the distance, he could hear it, begging pleas and cold growls. Bullets ringing out and meeting metal and stone a melody to the harmony of their voices. His mind drifts, feet slowly moving forward, as if alive of their own volition. Whispers, impression pressing upon the threads within his brain, splitting his mind apart with a sweetened force, like loving hands guiding a struggling beast from it's shell. Memories flutter past him, eyes glossed to the world before him. Moments where he stood before a pile of corpses, bloodied smile twisted up, eyes searching for approval and receiving nothing but a cold stare and the back of a halo as his purpose left him. Abruptly the corpses burst to life, a writhing amalgamation of intent, reaching out to latch over his body, hauling him back with phantom cries; He never cared You outlasted your use You were just a tool You're too pathetic You weren't devoted enough How could He love something so wretched How could anyone care for something so worthless Weak Weak Weak! He writhed against it, lips parting on a scream that never found life, falling to his knees with a sudden violence he choked, hands smearing over his mouth, pressing into ears and digging into his open mouth to strangle him from within- Light bloomed before him, casting the mangled shadows away as teal arched towards him, a precious sight as eyes followed the delicate arch to vibrant eyes beneath the ever brighter glow of the golden halo. Familiar yet uncannily different eyes looked to him, the corners pinched as lips curled into a delicate smile. It fluttered, a flurry of the same face. Always warm, always sweet, with eyes pinched in the corners, the vibrant notes of the angel's song rippling with mirth or fluttering with heady sin. How eyes, even deep in the throws of carnal sin looked to him with a passion he'd never seen cast to him. A gunshot snapped the veil open, pressing the beauty aside as something hot and sticky spatters across his features. Gone was the beautiful angel smiling down to him, replaced before him was the strained horror, the crippling fear and pain in deep blues. It took far too long for the broken to realize what had happened. The fight had pushed into the city deep enough they'd found the kneeling occultist, and in the heat of it all a bullet had strayed, caught within the form of an Angel, clipping his own cheek as divinity embraced him. He barely noted the swathe of feathers arching around his form, the halo he'd seen cresting to an even greater reach. Words are spoken, a frantic desperation tumbling from the divine before the beast beyond bellows, a roaring howl of rage drowning out even the loudest of thoughts. The sound ripped away the sight of the angel, replacing it with the dark scowl, the gnashing teeth, the cold indifference and the sneering disgust cast upon him by the past. When the unmoving body is gathered up and moved, he struggles meekly. Weak! Weak! Worthless! A grunt of shock breaks from his sealed throat, tucked into the sharp heat of the sun which burned the nightmares away. Anger, rage, an animalistic violence stained beautiful features as the Angel fell further and further into damnation before his very eyes. "Legato." The name draws the lambs eyes, looking upon the blood stained man, the phantom of his nightmares in the flesh, or was it another horror that struck him when he felt most at ease?

[derangederensimp]

Jujutsu Kaisen One Shot Kinktober

#16 Lingerie with Gojo Satoru x Fem Reader

CW: Lingerie, domination, switch, submission, biting, spit play, hair pulling, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, mating press.

Art credit to meg_arts_domain on Twitter check their account out! Such good artwork.

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You stared at Gojo resting on the bed, you weren’t expecting to come home to this. Gojo said he had a surprise for you but this isn’t what you had in mind but you were delighted by the sight.

The heat between your legs forming the longer you stared. “Take a picture it’ll last longer” Gojo said, partly joking to break the ice but he wasn’t surprised when you did pull your phone out snapping a pic. “Like what you see y/n?” He quizzed. “Mhm” you nodded yes, walking closer to him, dropping your purse on the floor before crawling onto the bed to join him.

“Can I kiss you?” You sheeply asked, keeping your eyes off his. He made a tsk noise before grabbing your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him “louder, I couldn’t hear you” he teased. He heard you loud and clear but he wanted to hear you ask permission again. You reacted yourself this time not lowering your voice. He nodded his head letting go of your cheeks, your first spot was to kiss his partly covered abs, going up to his chest biting at the skin before sucking. Going to his neck you left marks all over claiming him to be yours always.

You rested your hand on his crotch, palming at his cock that was growing underneath. He hissed at the way you stroked at him over his pants. Wanting your hand to be wrapped around his bare cock instead. If he knew how riled up you’d get from just seeming him like this he would’ve dressed up like this a long time ago. He enjoyed how desperate you were to kiss all over his body. Pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth softly before he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue parting your lips, pushing your tongue around, he groaned into your mouth as you gripped his cock harder.

“You gonna keep being a tease or are you going to do something about it?” Gojo cockily said, his hands gripping your thighs. “Is that how you ask Gojo, hmm?” You snapped back, nipping at his lip.

“P-please y/n make me feel good” he whined at your lack of contact on his cock. “Maybe.. take my clothes off” you ordered him. Gojo unbuttoned your work shirt, tossing it to the floor, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Taking your breasts into his hands he shoved his face between them, rubbing them all over his face. A desperate deep breath came from him.

Letting go he yanked your pants and panties down pulling you onto him. Straddling his cock you reached behind you, pulling his cock from the opening of the black panties he wore. Stroking it a few times before sitting you cunt on it. Rocking your hips along him making his hiss. He still preferred the feeling of your cunt but being between your lips wasn’t bad either.

His reddened tip gliding against your clit made you grip his shoulders. Still as sensitive as ever even with Gojo playing with your clit almost everyday.

You kept moving your hips on him, moaning out his name as if he was fucking you. He loved the way you getting off on his dick and it wasn’t even inside yet. Gojo groaning beneath you as his tip went inside for just a quick second before you adjusted him to make sure it didn’t go in again. You wanted to tease him some more before you gave him what he wanted.

With his tip hitting your clit you were getting close to cumming, dropping your head down to look at Gojo he stared up at you with hooded eyes and mouth gapped. “Keep your mouth open like that” you cooed, opening your mouth and letting saliva fall into his mouth “swallow” you commanded. He did as he was told, showing you his empty tongue.

“You like being in control huh?” He asked, pulling your head down for your lips to meet his, your kisses becoming sloppy as you kept rocking your hips, cumming along his cock, you moaned into his mouth.

“Aw you came so fast and I didn’t even get to give you any of my cock. I guess it’s my turn mm? Gojo said after letting you ride out your high. Flipping you over so you, he groped your breasts pushing them together. Spitting on his cock and stroking it before he put it between your breasts. “Grab them yourself” Gojo said, letting you put your hands on your breasts instead of him.

You watched as his tip came out from between your breasts, licking it each time it got close to your mouth. “Naughty Girl, I didn’t get a taste how come you do” he pouted, before grinning down at you. Never looking away from his gaze you kept kissing the tip of his cock. His pace picked up as you squeezed your breasts together. “What? you gonna cum already baby? I thought you could always outlast me” you spat with a smirk on your face.

A power struggle between the two of you as neither of you truly liked being in the submissive position.

“Maybe I should shove my cock down your throat, that’ll teach you to speak to me nicely wouldn’t it” Gojo grunted. Shifting your body from under him you grabbed his ass, opening your mouth you pulled his body making his cock go into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his shaft you dragged him closer making your nose touch the base of his cock.

“F-fuck. That mouth of yours. You drive me crazy y/n”

Your soft gags were like a melody to his ears as he rocked his hips into your mouth, his cock bruising the back of your throat with his increased pace. Drool seeped from the corner of your lips, your eyes watered. You kept your eyes on Gojo, his head thrown back, a hand entangling in your hair he yanked it making you whine. Humming on his cock made him groan. “Such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? No matter how much I give it to you it isn’t enough.”

You nodded your head humming your response as Gojo wiped away your tears with his free hand. You could tell he was close by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. Finally pulling away you took a big gasp of air before going back to choking on his cock.

Pulling himself from your mouth he shot loads all over your face and breasts squeezing his eyes shut after he watched the first few ropes land on you. “S-shir y/n. Fuck. I didn’t get to fuck that sweet pussy of yours” he sighed, looking down at you. “Well give it to me Gojo” you slurred his name making him bite his lip.

Getting off of you he let you get into whatever position you wanted. Which he loved the most, a mating press always made him go so deep inside and he loved the way you screamed on his cock. Begging him to slow down only to ask him to go faster soon after. His fishnets rubbed against your thighs as he positioned himself above you. Stroking his cock to the view of you below. He pushed his cock through your lips to collect juices on it before rubbing it all over himself “you so fucking wet and you haven’t even gotten my cock yet” he groaned.

Your eyes hooded as you stared at him, preparing for his size. Aligning himself up, one quick thrust and be bottomed outside you, making you moan out his name gripping the sheets.

He set a pace for himself, slapping your thigh with his open palm leaving a red mark. If he wasn’t already completely hard your whines would’ve made him harder. Drooping his head as he jackhammered into you from above grunting each time your cunt squeezed him. “T-too deep” you cried, hot tears running down your cheeks.

Gojo gentled wiped the tears away “what are you tapping out? He nipped at your ear. “F-fuck you” you grunted, a smirk on your lips watching Gojo’s eyes go wide. “You already are” He said, slowing his pace he started to just do hard slams into your cunt. Screaming out his name, your cunt squeezed around his cock desperately begging for his cum.

His hand went to your clit massaging circles into it as your thighs began to shake “you ganna cum? You ganna cum on my cock y/n? I make you feel so good huh?” Gojo said in between breaths. His eyes piercing yours waiting for a response “y-yes! You make me feel so good Gojo” you cried. “Then cum baby, I’ll cum with you” He said. Kissing your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth before the kiss went sloppy like his thrusts, your cunt pulsated around him.

Cumming on his cock he pumped you full of his cum, still rutting his hips into yours a ring of white forming around his base. “So so good” He said pulling his lips off yours. Letting you ride out your high before getting off you.

His hands instantly going to your legs and massaging them to relieve the soreness that would come with that position. “Sorry baby, probably won’t be able to take you out now huh” he said putting his face into the crook of your neck. Placing soft kisses on it while you closed your eyes catching your breath. “Wear that again and I won’t be able to resist you” you said. You felt his lips curve into a smile.

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[loubouskz]

cupid the cat

lee minho × reader

best friends to lovers au, fluff

warnings: none

wc: 1,000+

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"are you on the way over here?" I asked, petting the newest member of my household. "yes I am. I should be there shortly, I'm stopping by the store that's down the street, to get some snacks for our weekend." minho said. "okay, I'll let you go so I can get the movie ready to watch." I said, watching the tiny kitten playing with a little ball. "okay bye." he said. just as I was about to say bye, the little one decided to meow, loudly. I cursed in my head as minho asked, "what was that?"

"bye, love you. see ya when you get here." I said as quickly as I could before hanging up. I placed my phone on the table next to me and sat on the floor. "are you trying to ruin the surprise?" I asked the black kitten, who was playing with my fingers now. although I lived alone, my best friend, minho, practically lived here when he was on break from the idol life. "come on, let's go pick a movie." I said as I picked up the kitten. 

we have been friends for a long time now. I had just come abroad during grade school to experience and explore different cultures. I physically ran into him on the way to lunch and ever since that day we have been friends. as we got older, I decided to continue my studies in Korea with the help of my parents and staying in minho's home with his family. now I live here with a decent paying career in a field that love. and just like those generic ass best friend movies, of course I have a crush on my best friend.

after about six minutes of debating on whether to watch emperor's new groove or encanto, I decided on the second one. just as I sat down the remote, I heard the door open. remembering that minho has a key to my place.

"aren't you going to come help your so-called best friend bring in these snacks?" I heard minho say with bags crumpling as he closed the door. I placed the kitten on the couch and walked towards him. he had four bags of snacks and drinks. "why did you get so much?" I asked, taking two bags from him.

he gave me a knowing look before rolling his eyes. I knew the answer to my own question. he took off his shoes and coat, leaving them by the door. we walked into the kitchen and put everything on the counters. "so what are we watching night?" he asked. "encanto!" I said with an exciting grin. "haven't you watch that movie 10 times in a row by now?" he mocked. I just stuck my tongue out at him.

I grabbed a single drink and snack for now and headed to the living room, with minho following in pursuit. as I looked towards the couch, the little black kitten was missing. oh, this should be fun I said in my head. we sat down and began our movie night. 

"he told me my fish would die, the next day- DEAD!" I screamed as I acted the part out by leaning against minho with the back of my hand to my head. he just laughed and went along with me. by the end of the song we were up and dancing and spinning.

just as the dad came through the door in the movie, "OW!" minho said, moving closer to me as we bumped our chests together. "you okay?" I asked with a concerned voice. "I think something just scratched the back of my leg." he said, looking at his pants. my eyes widened becuase i forgot about the kitten for a bit, "but you're okay right?" I asked again. he nodded, "yeah, let's just continue the movie." we sat back down and enjoyed the rest of the movie without any more kitten shenanigans. 

it was already late at night when the movie was going off, minho and i were close together, with my head on his right shoulder. I sat up as he stretched out his arms to the back of the couch. in the process of doing so, his hand landed on the kitten which resulted in the little one meowing, once again very loudly. making both of us jump and turn our heads.

"I knew I wasn't fucking crazy! Y/N, when did you get a kitten!?" minho asked, turning back to me. I blushed and gave him a sheeply smile, "earlier today." I answered. the kitten jumped into minho lap and onto the floor. "and why didn't you tell me? i could have gotten him something while i was out!" 

"that's what you're concerned about." I laughed out. "I'm being serious." he said with a small pout on his lips. "he already has a lot of toys in my room, a lot of treats and food i got when i picked him up. he's good minho." I said as I patted his shoulder while getting up. "I want another snack before we head to my room."

minho got up as soon as I walked passed and tried followed me, but while we were talking, what we failed to notice was the kitten was messing with his shoe laces. minho tripped as he tried to take a step and fell into me. both of us crashing on the ground, me facing the floor with minho on top of me.

"shit, are you okay?" he asked, sitting up on his knees while helping me turnover. I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on his face. I fell back because of how hard I was laughing. minho leaned over me, hands either side of my head. "what's so funny?" he asked.

"I think the kitten is trying to set us up." I tried to say between fits of laughter. I held my aching stomach, as minho look back at the kitten, who was cleaning himself like nothing happened. minho turned back to me with a smile creeping onto his face, "does he have a name yet?" I shook my head.

"I think his name should be cupid." minho said with a sly smile on his face. I slowly stopped laughing and just looked at him. "why?" I said with a giggle behind it.

"this is why." he said before placing his lips onto mine.

[moonami]

-"Darling, darling, love me."-

(ダーリン、ダーリン、私を愛して。)

-"More, more, until I break"-

(もっと、もっと、壊れるくらい。)

Unbalanced diet-(偏食)

<Inspired by "Sheeply Horned Witch Romi">

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

Prompt Hi can I request prompt General 17 where gojo is jealous of his s/o's ex that came back to win her.. I want a jealous gojo as jealous as possible! It may end up with a fluff

General Prompt 17 "Are you jealous?"

"(Y/N)?"

You perked up at a familiar voice then turned around to confirm your suspicions, Gojou turned around as well curious.

Your eyes widen in familiarization, at the man standing in front of you.

"Makoto?"

"Yeah, it's good to see you."

"Yeah you too, so you moved to Tokyo huh?"

"Wanted a change of scenery."

As you both engage in small talk, Gojou stares back and forth between the two of you, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He's never seen him before so was he exactly? He didn't how casual he was with you, plus he knows that look in his eyes. Gojou has the same look in his eyes for you as well.

"So, (Y/N)ー"

"Hey, I'm Gojou Satoru. I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend and you are?" As Gojou steps in between the two of you and placing his arm around your waist. Makoto reels back in surprise but quickly recovers.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I am Kirisima Makoto. Me and (Y/N) used to date back then haha." As Makoto smiles sheeply at you both bowing slightly. Gojou felt his eyebrow twitch at his words. He eyes the man from head to toe. "Yeah, I'm definitely more good looking." Gojou muses to himself trying to hype himself up.

"Yes, but it was a really long time ago." You laugh meekly, feeling the weird tension between them both.

"You look great (Y/N)..."

"Oh, umm thank you"

Not liking where this was going Gojou pulls you close to him. "Sorry, but we're kinda in a hurry. So we have to go now!" Gojou says as he turns you both in the opposite direction. "Wait, Satoru!" You harshly whisper to him but his grip was unrelenting. You both were already walking towards the other direction. You quickly turn your head and half yell "it was great to see you!" Before being pulled away as Gojou increases his speed.

"Yeah, you too!" Gojou hears the man yell back, his grip on your waist tightening. After walking as couple blocks away from where you met Makoto away from people. You stop Gojou in his steps, opting to stand in front of him, eyeing him questionably. "What's up with you?"

"Me? Nothing."

"That was rude!"

You narrow your eyes at him until a thought pops into your head that makes you smirk.

"Are you jealous?"

You notice his eyes widen slightly behind his sunglasses. "What? Me? Jealous? Pfft no way!" Gojou laughs it off as if was some joke. "What's there to be jealous about? I'm more good looking than him anyways." Gojou smirks, feeling proud of himself. You knew he was lying.

"Awww, my cute vanilla mochi was jealous～！"

"Was not!" Gojou quickly snaps back at you, feeling his cheeks getting warm. Your smile widens as you embrace him, snuggling into his jacket.

"You know I love you right, not him?"

"Of course, what's there to not love about me?" Gojou huffs but returns your embrace anyways. You like this side of Gojou, it's so obvious but he doesn't want to admit it. You giggle as you both pull away and you take his hand into yours.

"Come on silly, let's go home."

[howlingday]

jaune being that shy kid that would hide behind his parents leg

Jaune hid behind his mother's leg as she spoke to her friends. He didn't know them. He didn't know anyone. For all he knew, these ladies could be Grimm in disguise, just like that story his sister told him.

A woman with green eyes looked at him, and he covered his face. He wanted to cry. He wanted to go home. He wanted his mommy to protect him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," the woman apologized. She sounded nice, but mom and dad always warned him that bad people sound nice at first. He did everything he could to avoid looking her in her eyes.

"Jaune, don't be rude!" Why was his mother chiding him? He didn't do anything wrong, did he? He was just hiding from something dangerous, just like his parents taught him.

"It's alright." The woman spoke to his mother before returning her attention back to him. "Hello? Are you okay?" The woman sounded so nice. Maybe she wasn't dangerous? Jaune peered his head out, slowly meeting her face to face.

The woman wore bulky, black-rimmed glasses, was wearing a light blue blouse with black slacks, and had her hair in a ponytail. She had a kind smile on her face that made Jaune blush.

"What's your name?" she asked.

Jaune swallowed before answering. "M-My name is-"

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"Mr. Arc!" Jaune swung back so quickly, he swore he caught whiplash. He also caught the front of another student's desk with his head. As he rubbed both head and neck in pain, reality slowly slipped in. He opened his eyes and saw Professor Goodwitch glaring at him from his left. "Am I boring you, Mr. Arc? Perhaps I should perform a song and dance as well?" The other students snickered as Jaune blushed.

"I would love to see that!" Nora cheered. A quick glare in her direction forced her to shrink back down.

"See me after class, and do try to stay awake."

Y-Yes, Professor." Jaune sheeply said.

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After class, Jaune approached Professor Goodwitch's desk. She straightened her lesson plans as the other students filed out. "Professor Goodwitch, you wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes, have a seat, Mr. Arc." Jaude nodded, then sat down in a seat across from her. She sighed as s she removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "How long have we known each other, Jaune?"

"Uh, two years?" Jaune guessed.

"No." She returned the glasses to her face and looked at him with her piercing eyes. "Nobody is around, Jaune. Be honest."

"Uh, like, thirteen years?"

"Fourteen sometime next month." She corrected. "You don't know someone for fourteen years and not know a few things about them. You may doze off in class, but not as frequently as you are now. Is there something wrong?"

"Well, no, but..." Jaune trailed off.

"But?" Glynda lead.

"I have been doing some late night training with Pyrrha."

"Oh." Glynda was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Well, I suppose you are at that age where teens start being more active and-"

"What?! No!" Jaune's face felt hot and was red, like a pepper. "I meant she and I were training at night, after dinner, with our weapons."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Glynda coughed into her hand, her cheeks slightly flushed. "I, er, do apologize for thinking otherwise. How late have you two been training?"

"Usually, only until nine o'clock, but this past week, we've been training until almost midnight."

"I see." Glynda nodded. "If you need assistance in relearning my lessons, don't be afraid to ask. However, I must ask that you refrain from sleeping in class."

"Yes, Professor." Jaune nodded.

"Oh, and Jaune?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"Call me, Ms. Goodwitch, when we're speaking privately."

"Uh, what about Glynda?" She was silent for a long moment before answering.

"Glynda is fine as well."

[moon-caramel]

All Of You | Wonho

❣ One Shot

→ Pairing: Wonho x female reader

→ Summary: a short story about how wonho loving your smell

→ Gendre: couple au // idol au. // Smut ♔ // Fluff ❀

→ Warnings: wonho being the sweetheart he is, smut, nipple suck, oral (female), marking, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, creampie, overstimulation

→ Word count: 2677

❣

Wonho was a member of the famous Korean group Monsta X, that is how people know him now, but for you, he was you lovely, intimidated, but soft in the inside boyfriend.

You had the chance to interview him along with other members, well, you boss did, you were still an intern at the time, so you just sit there and take notes, you didn't even notice Wonho's eyes looking at you writing all the word that came in the conversation in your little note.

When he asked for your number you just thought he wanted it to had the entertainment company you worked for.

"Oh, don't worry, my boss already gave the company number to your manager" you nod with a nervous smile that couldn't get bigger. You didn't want to create some confusion about exchanged personal numbers in the company, Starship could think you throw your number at him, and never accept an interview with your company never again.

Wonho drop a nervous laugh looking at his shoes. “actually, I wanted, Your personal number” he looked at you, your hair was altogether in a messy ponytail, you had some small round golden earring, and you were wearing just semi-formal outfit to look professional yet, comfy enough to go from one place to another. “If that's okay for you”

I took you a few seconds to understand what he meant, but yet you needed hearing a confirmation about you suspect, maybe you were dreaming? Wonho tell you he wanted to ask you out, you could move, body and tongue froze.

Most of the dates were in his studio, that way no one outside his company could see you and create a scandal with the two of you getting comfy. you liked that way, he could tell you about the song he was working on, not ready enough to show you tho, and you could tell him about how you always wanted to be a journalist, that although the entertainment area never call your attention, you found yourself liking it, in occasions the other boys teasing Wonho he was sleeping with the enemy, he always said he was happy you were working in the entertainment media, that's how you two meet, that's where the story of you both start.

The time went fly, a couple of years has passed, despite both of you busy schedule, you always managed to spare time with each other, he was there in the bad times, when you ruined and interview by accidentally dropping juice on an idol that refused to do the interview until you were kicked out of the building, your boss sending you home for the day, Wonho manage to finish things in studio and reach to your home, arms strongly wrapped around you while he whispered that every will turn out fine. He was there when you were promoted and you became one of the editors for the company, you could stop jumping of joy on Wonho’s bed, he had to lock you putting himself on top of you to stop you before you could break the bed, that ended in both of you enjoying each other all night, breaking the bed anyways.

The only hard times was when he was on tour, spending months away from each other, in occasions, he managed to come and see you for a few hours, if not you talk for hours in the phone or through video chat, you never missed a v live, and you could tell how Wonho looked at the camera like he knew there was someone special watching.

You always ask him if he could leave you some of his clothes when he had to go, something was comforting about just wearing his t-shirts and smell him through them. he told you should stay in his apartment, that way you could feel more comfortable when he was away, and you did, every time you arrived tired from the day you felt better by just crossing the door.

Saturday morning you wake up under the cover, a smile crossed your face when you felt the sense of Wonho in them, you grabbed the sheet and cover your face, you felt so light, almost flying of pure joy.

“I wish you were here” you whisper thinking on how you could hug tightly to your boyfriend, he was far away, Los Angeles today if you weren’t wrong, you talk about your plans for the weekend two days ago, nothing much, you were planning to be around the apartment, work on some articles and try to catch up with your series. you were more curious about what his plans were, but he never tell you, he never gave you the chance to ask him, every time you tried he changed the subject, 

“what article are you working now? What's your favorite series? “who is your favorite character?” question bombarding you, maybe this is some idols and actors were so impatient in interviews.

You didn’t hear the sound of the door or the quiet step of someone one coming, you look at the men with a toned body cover in a tight dark t-shirt, and the sheeply smile that was marked in his face looking at you.

You jump from the bed like the happiest puppy in the word and jump on top of Wonho "Wonho bunny!"  he grabs you just in time to hold you, on arm under your leg and the other on your low waist keeping you close of him.

He rested his head in the space of your neck, your arms around him, before he could speak you took his face to kiss him, lips glued softly, as he parted just a little they came back together like magnets, moving in coordination, you wanted to ask him about this surprise, How did he get here in such a short time? how long would he stay? but you didn't want to take off from him, and he didn’t want to either.

You felt the how he move carrying you until he rest your body on the bed, his hands now free from moving, one travel by your leg, the other reach your face, where he strokes your cheek with your thumb, peeling his lips off yours slowly, he begins to see you with that tenderness in his eyes, making your cheeks stain soft pink, he always had that effect in you, no matter what, he always made you feel like a young girls in love for the first time, you couldn't hide it, neither you wanted to. 

“You miss me that much?” he asks you whispering like it was your secret.

“every day” you wrapped him between your arms, caressing hair between your fingers “I'm so happy you're here bunny”

“I wanted to surprise you, so I managed to escape for a day to see you”

One day, 24 hours you have with him, it wasn't long, you missed him so much you wanted to be glued to him if you could do it for the rest of the tour you'll do it for this 24 hours.

“Then I will not let you go” you started kissing him more fervor this time, he went to kiss your jaw, going down to your neck, but you didn't feel his lips, it was his nose that caressed the skin of your neck, feeling how he smell you, the air made you tickle a little.

“baby, you smell different” 

Your eyes open, your mind is blank, a few weeks ago your shampoo ran out, so you used Wonho's, so did with the soap, the smelling of wonho in your skin made you feel better about him being away, so you used every day, some of your work colleagues funded weird you smelling like a man, but it made you happy, so you didn't care, now you didn't know how Wonho would find this.

“Ahaa.. well, my shampoo ran off one day, so I use yours”

Wonho lifts his face to see you, his face didn’t say much, he wanted you to go on.

“I was planning on buying my shampoo after but, I like it feeling your smell so, I just ended using it every day instead.. your soap too”

Wonho clenched his lips, trying to prevent his smile a little, then let go “Well I love it”

“you do?”

“yes” he buried his face back to your neck, kissing you while he smells his essence in you “It’s like I’m marked in you” he put his free hand in your waist, squeezing it a little “you’re mine ____” 

he starts kissing your neck, he went down to your collar bones, looking up to see you, "did you use it in all your body?" you nodded, he smiled more playful than before.

"then I'll kiss all of you" 

The hand in your face was now in the back of your neck, the other pass under the big t-shirt to feel your skin, leaving kisses in your chest, The hand in your face was now in the back of your neck, the other pass under the big t-shirt to feel your skin, leaving kisses in your chest, he pulled the t-shirt above your one breast, revealing an already hard nipple, he rubbed his nose in it, you moaned softly, the action was strange but it turned you on, he was now sucking you nipple, your moans started to get a little louder, he took your t-shirt off leaving it somewhere in the bed, or the floor, who cares, he repeated the same care he did in your other breast, the hand in your waist was squeezing your other breast, playing with your nipple.

He kissed you, traveling from your stomach to your thighs, he went low through one leg reaching your feet, he went up through your other leg, he stopped back in your thighs, leaving them marked with big pink spot, that will turn purple the next morning, he stood up to take off his dark t-shirt, revealing his pale workout body, he took off your panties, who knows where they fall, kissing your core immediately, it's been around two months without his touch, there was no time to waste.

"Baby, even you pretty pussy smells like me" you could feel Wonho smirk in you skin, his tongue moving in your insides making you weep, you grabbed his hair around your fingers, you catch a short view of him, he was deep inside you, nose playing with your clit, his chin covered in your juices, you throw you head back, seeing the scene made you more heated, you started to move your hip, riding his face, he was now introducing his finger, deep, and slowly, "Bu.. bunny, I'm close" soon after that his finger moves a little faster, more, and more until you reach out whimpering his name, his fingers slowing his speed,  he started to leave small kisses around your area, going up until he reach you face, you kiss him, feeling you own cum in his lips.

“wonho, bunny… take off your pants”

on cue you heard the sound of his belt hit the floor he had only boxers know, close to your core, you could feel the heat that his member was giving, you feel how he started to moving you, you got comfortable, sitting in his lap, his back was pressed in the headboard, you both took a short moment to look at each other, he caresses your cheek like before, you reach his hand to kiss the palm.

"I missed you every day too," he said it looking to your eyes deeply, you kiss him again, his lips still tasted like you.

you felt his hand reaching to the hem of his boxers, freeing his hard, and warm member, you got up for him to put the tip of cock in your entrance, you started to go down slowly, you were both breathing heavily when your thighs were touching, he straightened his back making your bodies glued back again, you start moving your hips up and down, Wonho was growling softly in your breast then he kiss your chest, moving to your collarbones, elbows, and arm, he really was kissing every inch in your body, you were moving faster now, he grabbed your ass, helping you moving so you don't lose the speed, he was going to kiss your other arm this time he would pass through your neck,  when he reaches your palm you were too loss, you could feel Wonho's member stretching your inside, how the tip of his cock hit your core making you moan.

His hand was grabbing your ass more tightly, he lean your back to the bed, putting you under him, you wrap him between your legs as he started to move faster, hitting that stop every second, your moans became long and too loud, he grabbed one of your ankles putting it in his neck, tightening your inside more, as expected he started kissing it, almost biting it, you came to fast to tell him, he slowed down his speed for you could ride your orgasm.

once you got your breathing back, he was turning in four against the bed, he turned your head to side so you could kiss him while he grabs your hair, he kissed you down to the back of your neck, he introduced himself back to you, your mouth open with a silent moan, he moved slowly but strong, he wasn't just kissing your back now, he was almost biting it, you feel your skin being sucked through his teeth, growling deep.

He was close to come, yet he didn't want to abuse you, you came twice already, your body was too sensitive “Wonho,” 

“___… my b, by” he only manage to answer between growlings

"wonho, come inside me, please" his movements started to be faster, hitting again that spot making your eyes travel to the back of your head, just a few movements were enough to reach his point, he came inside you, filling your walls and leaving more of his scent inside you, the feeling made you came to, your back arched with Wonho's head resting in it.

your breathing was short, your body to sensible to move, Wonho pulls himself off you slowly, feeling how your insides were empty without the filling of his member, you cover your mouth to make your whimper low.

He pulled his boxers back, you hear his step going to the bathroom, he was taking his time inside, you wonder if he was okay, but before you could call him he came back with a wet cloth, he move your body carefully to clean you up, he managed to move you, hugged you in a bridal style, you body was still numb so you could only rest your head in his chest, he carries you to the bathroom where you spotted the tub filled, he got you to stand up inside first, you will still hold on him, he made you sit, the warm water felt nice and your body was fresher the smell of lavender and mint made more relaxed when you open your eyes Wonho was sitting outside the tub caressing the skin in your hand.

“I’m sorry, I let myself go” he kissed your hand 

“It's okay, I think there's no part of me that wasn't kissed by you, and I like it” 

“Yes, but I left your back all bitten,”

“It’s okay, nothing that won't heal” your hand move to his face “but if you want to make it up to me I would like if you join me”

He smiled back with that lovely big smile nodding, your body better enough to move by yourself making him room for him, he put his chest in your back, your body between his thick legs,  you rested your head in the space of his neck, while he massages your head.

"I'm going to use all of your things if this is my reward, bunny"

Monsta X m.List

→ a/n: I love this story, making Wonho the soft dominant, and caring bf that I wish a had, tell me if you liked it.

Ⓒ mooncaramel 2020 , all rights reserved , Do not copy , translate , repost

thank you for the support ♡!

[queenmendes]

can ya do an imagine where the reader is raul and peter and shawn’s sibling? and they all fuss over her thanks love!

Note: this has been in my box for soooo long and I’m sorry but I felt a little inspired tonight so enjoy this blurb with the Triplets! 

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Shawn was buzzing around the arena, excited for tonight's show as always. But today, he was even more excited because you, his sister, was coming to visit during the break from your university. Jake was currently at the airport to pick you up and bring you in time to see Shawn for a little bit before he had to go on.

Shawn perked up when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway to his dressing room. His smile was big and bright as the door opened before immediately dropping when he saw who it was. 

“Dude, you were snoring.” Peter loudly argued as he walked into the room, a backpack slung over his shoulder. His signature glass resting on his nose and his camera hanging around his neck. Raul barged in behind him, throwing his bag onto the couch; Ray-Ban’s covering his eyes and Shawn noticed a new tattoo on his left arm.  

“I do not snore!” Raul loudly shot back, “I don’t snore.” Shawn sighed and closed his eyes; trying not to focus on his brother's loud debate.

“No, you do. Loudly!” Peter shrugged, sitting down on the couch. Neither bothering to hug the rockstar in the room, seeing as they saw him less than a month ago and were in the middle of a very important conversation. “Hey Shawn.” Peter greeted him.

“What are you guys doing here?” Shawn tilted his head, still standing up. Raul looked offended at the question.

“Wow, great to see you too bro.” Raul sarcastically responded causing Shawn to roll his eyes. “You literally invited us when we were here a month ago.” Raul reminded him. Shawn sheeply smiled, immediately letting his brothers know that he forgot. Before anyone could reply, the door opened again and Shawn was tackled into a hug, almost making him lose his balance.

“I missed you.” Shawn laughed, picking you up and twirling you. You laughed. Raul and Peter jumped up at the sight of you; not knowing one of their baby sisters was coming to visit. “How was your flight? How is school?”

“It was good! I made friends with this little lady next to me on the plane and she has the cutest little husky at home, Shawn! I want one now. Uni is great! I joined this group and we got to go to the children’s hospital a couple times a week, dressed as a bunch of different characters and I was Belle the last time and got to read to the little ones.” You began rambling, making all the triplets smile, but you didn't even notice the other two people in the room as you continue talking. “It’s great. My classes are going okay. It’s a lot of work but I made an A on my last research paper and-” You stopped talking as you notice your other brothers. “Oh my god.” You launched yourself at the other two. Raul immediately picked you up and squeezed the breath out of you. Peter took you in his arms much gentler once Raul put you down and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“Shawn didn’t tell me you guys were going to be here.” You smiled, stepping away from the triplets to sit on one of the love seats. Immediately, the three pushed and pulled at each other to gain the spot next to you. You laughed as they fumbled away, used to their antics. Shawn pushed his way through, landing across the couch and on you.

“AH HA” Shawn screeched in victory, hugging you. Raul and Peter pouted as they sat on the couch across from yours.

“Shawn didn’t tell us you were coming either.” Peter replied to your previous words as everyone got comfortable.

“In my defense, I forgot you two were coming. My focus was on my baby sister getting here safe and sound.” Shawn sweetly smiled at you, making you flash an identical one back. Raul scoffed loudly.

“And what are we, chopped liver? I can’t believe this, we shared a womb together, have the same face practically, at 3 parts to the same… something poetic.” Raul stuttered, highly offended. You giggled at his dramaticness before walking over to the two, sitting in between them. Peter immediately wrapped his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while Raul smiled smugly at Shawn.

“I’m hungry.” You barely said after you all sat in a nice silence, but all three heard you loud and clear. The three of them shot up and bolted out the door.

“I got it, sis!” They all simultaneously yelled, running down the hall. All you heard was loud stomping.

“I’m her favorite” Peter started the most heated arugment there could be between triplets, and Shawn didn’t hesitant to reply with a “No bitch, I am.” and of course, a “Oh fuck you, you two good looking peices of shit, I am.” from Raul.

Oh how you love having three older brothers.

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Nov 26th, Thursday 23:17

„I thought you’d be in bed already?“

Jens had just finished the dishes, ready to head to bed, after he spent hours trying to get all his notes for his french test ready next week. He wasn’t worried that he would fail. Perhaps a little worried.

His mother stood in the doorway to her room, when he reached the last step, causing him to watch her perplexed.

„Me too, but it looks like my side of the bed was taken before I had a chance.“

Curious Jens went up to her, sticking his head over her shoulder. Lotte was his mom’s bed, sleeping peacefuly despite the lamp on the night stand lighting the room.

They just stood there for a moment and watched the little girl. Til his mom took a step back, weak on her feet. He helped her get down and joined right after. Causing them both to sit side by side, propped up against the wall across the stairs. He had his legs pulled up, his arms hugging his knees as he stared straight ahead.

„Lucas is my boyfriend.“

It just bursted out of him, the first thing that had come to mind. He probably should have said it sooner. He didn’t even know why he hadn’t done that til now.

„No! Really?“ His mother exclaimed shoked in pretence, nudging him lightly as she chuckled.

„What reaction do you want? Strict parent, or not understanding mother, or perhaps I could tell you, I always knew you weren’t as hetero as you believed. Even though that would be a lie.“

Jens bit his lip to contain his amusement. Instead he tilted his head as if he needed to consider her words. Jens definitely knew who was responsible for his personality. Even though they only had gotten as close and on par with each other since the diagnoses. She wasn’t just a parent any longer to him. He wished they had been like that earlier. They had fought rather often. Certainly him having been to blame for most of it. Sneaking out to meet Britt and later Jana, or getting caught coming home high and drunk. Perhaps he had to change first to get to this point.

„How about your genuine feelings?“

He therefore asked, not much worried that she would dismiss his boyfriend. It took her a second to think about it before she spoke.

„Obviously I like him a lot, and I’m glad you have him, you always seem happier with Lucas around. He is very kind. And he can keep up with your assholery.“ 

„Assholery?“ He snorted. 

„Yes, hush! You can really suck sometimes. And regarding him being a boy. I don’t care. I just want you to be loved, respected and supported. That’s all that is important to me.“

Lucas was that, wasn’t he? 

„I just wanted to actually tell you this, you know, in person. Out loud.“ 

His mother nodded, grinning at him, as they both had turned their heads while talking. Though he brought his eyes back onto the banister of the stairs infront of him, pulling on the ends of his hoodie’s sleves.

„Don’t you think it’s unfair to him?“

„What is?“ 

„This. Like I know I’m his real first relationship. And I had Britt and Jana and, like, other girls before him. I feel like I’m keeping him from something. I don’t know what exactly. Dating around. Hooking up casually. Not remembering the girl you drunk kissed last night at a party.“

„Speaking from experience, I take it.“ His mother sounded gleeful as she said it. She wasn’t wrong. Not that he would actually tell her that. She knew anyway. So he went on. 

„Just something that makes him regret it in the future, if he stays for all of this that is my fucking life.“

„You haven’t talked about this with him?“ 

Jens stayed silent. They both knew better than expecting him openly talking about his personal feelings. Late night talks with his mom though made it easier.

„I think Lucas is at an age to decide that for himself. In fact you are both graduating soon, just enjoy the time you two get to have. You are both teenagers. Nobody expects this to last forever. You are dating for what? A month? Don’t worry about what’s after, and talk to him, tell him what you think. Take it easy.“

She concluded, reaching over to place her hand on his knee. Her thumb brushing over it in light circles.

„I don’t know.“

„Then what do you actually know?“

Sometimes his mother murdered him in cold blood with her quips. 

“Hey!” He exclaimed accusatory. She was his mother. She had to love him unconditional. Not be mean to him.

They both were nonetheless enjoying the quiet banter and even the silence that followed when the two of them were each sunken in their own heads.

„I’ve written your father.“ His mother suddenly said, making his head spun round. He hadn’t known they were in contact. The last two years went completely by without any message nor a mention of his dad. 

„I don’t have his phone number, but his mail adress, and so I’ve told him today about everything that is happening right now. He is still the man I had planned to grow old with, the man I’d die next to. Even after all these years I can’t quite forget about him. He should know at least.“

She sounded saddened as she spoke, her voice low and resigned.

„I’m not gonna let him come back here and take Lotte.“

It was all Jens honestly cared for, even if it was cold to ignore his mothers remeining love for his father. He knew that his parents were officially still married. To his knowledge neither his father nor his mother ever hadn’t gotten into a serious relationship after they broke it off.

„Let me finish, okay?“  She interrupted his thoughts. „I also did it to send him a form Alex gave me for him to sign, and waive his position of choice as the legal guardian. I thought you may not want to talk to him yourself. It’s also one less thing for you to worry about it.“

„Thank you.“ He was greateful for that, honestly. He should have stopped at that, yet still found himself asking: „Why did you let him do this to you?“

„What?“ She looked at him puzzled, perhaps retracing her words to figure out what Jens was getting at.

„Let him leave you.“ He expanded on his question. Something he realised he had thought about since his father had left them six years ago. Jens probably should have asked this years ago in order to understand, because he never could figure it out. His father was just gone for months on end, and one day for good.

„It wasn’t something that came over night. We both knew since we began dating at university. He had always talked about his plans and ambitions. And I always reminded him that I wanted children more than anything else. So he gave me you three to love and I gave him his freedom.“

„Aren’t you regretting it?“

„Letting him go?“

Jens nodded. Yes exactly. Like how can you merry a person you know will leave you at some point. Maybe even a fixed point as his father began his expeditions and travels right after his phd.

„No. Well sometimes. When you three drove me crazy. Especially that one day you decided to give your baby sister the cream jar, for her to smear all over the living room, herself and you included. I had to bath you three for an hour to get everything washed out. Cried two more hours after. And the armchair, the poor armchair had to be thrown out.“ 

She laughed, as she indulged in her reminiscence. He couldn’t help but smile at her. They really had done some dumb stuff when they were younger. How his mother had managed to keep Lies and him in check while tending to Lotte was a mystery to Jens.

„But no I don’t regret ever having had all of you. Nor having let him follow his passion and do his work. I think he would have stayed had I asked him to. But he would have come to resent me for it one day. Sometimes you have to let people go because you love them.“

„Sounds stupid.“

His mother just giggled at his blunt response. She rose her hand ruffling his hair, ignoring his complaint as leaned away to escape her teasing.

„Maybe you are right.“ She admitted sheeply. „I am your mother, but I really don’t know shit.“ She grinned brightly at him as he watched her amused. „To let you in on the secret of adulthood. You just have to wing it most of the times and hope for the best.“

His groan could have probably woken his sister if she wouldn’t be such a deep sleeper.

„This sucks.“

„It does.“ She agreed without hesitation, trying to comfort him with a kiss to his forehead. It helped a little.

„So what are your plans?“

„For what?“

„I don’t know.“ She shrugged, leaving him none the wiser on if she was playing at something. Maybe Lucas had talked to her today? 

„Senne invited us all for christmas to go to his grandparent’s cabin in switzerland.“

„Really?“ He hadn’t expected her to look so happy while surprised.

„Yes.“ The confirmation was just a little whisper. He was uncomfortable to talk about it. Jens knew she would want him to go. And he knew he couldn’t just leave her at home, and enjoy his holidays, knowing his mom’s declining health. What kind of son would he be?

„Wow now I’m very jealous.“

„I’m not going.“ He cut her off, before she could say anything else. Of course it was already to late, her cheery expression already faltering.

„Why? Come on, Jens, tell them that you will join their trip.“

„It would be our last christmas.“

He only had to send her one look, to make her understand and sigh.

„I know. But I’d rather have you spend some weeks away from all of this. Get your head free a little, get distracted. I had planned to go see my mom in Brussel anyway, if I can, before... You know. So you could drop off Lotte and me on the way and then see your friends. Sit in front of a fire with them. Kiss your boyfriend on a mountaintop. I don’t know. Just enjoy your time, before you’ll have your little sister tag along on any other vacation for the next couple of years.“

It sounded so easy when his mother said it. As if he could just turn his brain off for a moment and not think about her all the time when she wasn’t around. But he supposed she had a point. Especially at the end of her little monologue.

„Geez. You might be right.“

„I always am. So you are going?“

He kinda hated how bold she smiled, knowing she had made him consider it and probably accept Senne’s invitation. Damn her.

„I’ll sleep on it.“ He sighed once more, while he rolled his eyes especially hard.

„Good enough for me. We should probably head to bed as well. When will Lucas be here with his mom for breakfast again?“ 

Oh. That reminded Jens of what he actually had wanted to do after dinner, when he had stood in his room questioning why he had made the trip upstairs in the first place He definitely had taken his phone off the charger and down back to the kitchen, didn’t meant he had actually sent the text.

„Eh... Shit, should probably message him. I forgot. What was it? Nine thirty? Ten?“

Lucas had said something before he had left. 

„I can’t believe I am leaving all of this and the responsibitliies to you.“

His mother cluck her tounge, as she shook her head. Her expression definitely amused.

„Funny. Come, I’ll help you up.“ He said getting to his feet first before he extended his hand for her to take. They both needed a moment to recover, stretching in place after having lingered in the same position for a while. And on the hard floor as well. 

In turn it was her now reaching out for him, to nudge him towards her room. Both squeezing in on the free side of the bed. His mother only reaching over to turn off the light and call it a day.

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Elizabeth Mikaelson - What If? Chapter 20

Word Count: 3411 Warnings: Klaus being Klaus so nothing new there. Lizzie-Lijah Stag Tag: @skeletoresinthebasement​ @akshi8278​ (Want to be added let me know)

Both me and Rebekah returned back to Klaus’ mansion, as she walked in the door I stopped by the thresh-hold. “I do hope we made the right decision by running Matthew and Elena off Wickery Bridge tonight.” I told her.

“We’re free Lizzie can’t you see that? With Elena dead, Alaric can’t hunt us down.” She said, as she turned to face me.

“I understand that stopping Alaric was the top priority so we didn’t have to run anymore but was it worth the life of two teenagers that had yet lived their’s? It often makes me think that we as a whole family take our lives for granted. But nevertheless you’re right, we are now free.” I replied, moving past her and heading to where the alcohol was kept.

“I have to ask, what was your phone call about earlier?” Rebekah questioned, following me.

Pouring a drink and handing it to her and then proceeded to pour another for myself. “Do you remember briefly when we were in Chicago and me and your brother were not on the best of terms?” 

As she brought the glass to her lips. “Of course, you mentioned something about having a niece?” 

I nodded. “Yes well, whilst we were having life or death issues with your mother, Nicole’s father passed away. When me and Elijah left we headed to Richmond, and after close inspection we believed that… that your mother was the cause as a ploy to get us to leave Mystic Falls so she could plan her next demise for this family. Nicole’s father Jacob wanted me and Elijah to raise her as our own. He trusted us and in result Elijah finally gets to experience what he has never had before. I was able to manipulate that new found feeling to get Elijah to leave last night by phoning my contact to whom we had left Nicole with. It was wrong of me to do that but I can already sense that he feels duty bound to protect that little girl with his life.” I explained downing my drink in one and then lowering my head in shame, clutching the glass in my hand.

Placing her glass on a nearby table Rebakah walked over to me. She brought me into a hug. “You had to play with the hand you were dealt, you knew I wouldn’t leave willingly so you had to give Elijah a good enough reason to leave. You did what you had to do to protect us both.” She said, rubbing my back. 

Returning the gesture with my free hand. “I do hope you’re right Bekah.” I whispered. 

“You are the best sister I could have had. Don’t ever forget that.” Rebekah replied. 

The next morning I made my way to the Salvatore Boarding House and knocked on the door. But no one answered, thinking that the only other place I thought the brothers could be would be the Gilbert house so I turned on my heel and headed off there instead. 

As I arrived I knocked faintly on the door and I repeated my action by waiting patiently. The door opened by Damon. “What are you doing here?” He snapped. 

“I came to speak with you and your brother regarding mine and Rebekah’s actions last night. However I can sense that Elena didn’t truly die last night did she? She is in transition.” I offered.

“Look at you stating the obvious. But it’s a bit late to atone for your sins don’t you think?” He replied in the same angry tone as before. 

“You’re angry…”

“TOO RIGHT I’M ANGRY! You and your deranged sister in law drove the car she was in, off a damn bridge.” Damon interrupted shouting. 

I could see tears well up in his eyes and smell the intoxicated state he was in, followed by his veins appearing and then he launched himself towards me. His anger fueled his actions and the next thing I knew I had been pinned to the wall in the hallway of the Gilbert home. The force of the impact I felt caused the hung picture frames to wobble. His hand was wrapped around my throat trying to crush my windpipe. I stayed pinned to the wall for a brief second before reaching out and grabbing his wrist and twisting it with a force I heard it snap. Damon let go clutching his broken wrist.

“You being angry does not stop Elena from her fate. You need to accept that she will either feed and complete her transition or that she chooses to die and won’t. But regardless it is her choice and her choice alone. I originally came here to apologise for mine and Rebekah’s actions. But we alike Elena had a choice to make. We either had to go on the run and get hunted down like animals and risk being slaughtered. Or unfortunately kill the one person that would protect us. Be grateful that Elena had vampire blood in her system or you would be mourning for a corpse.” I told Damon sternly, as I left him in the hallway to think as I made my way up the stairs. 

I knocked on Elena’s bedroom door, and let myself in. She was on her bed with Stefan who was sitting on the end of it. 

“I heard what you said to Damon.” She said quietly. 

I let out a sigh. “I am sorry that this has happened. I wish there was an alternative in stopping your friend.” 

“Thank you.” Elena said sheeply.

“I don’t know the ins or the outs to what happened after the accident last night, but I presume that you had accepted you were going to die correct?” I asked her. 

She looked at Stefan and then myself but she nodded at my question.

“Vampirism isn’t a cure from death, it’s a second chance to do the things you dreamt about.” I replied and gave her a smile. 

“Whatever choice you make. No one will think of you any differently.” I added softly and left the room, as I was about to shut the door Stefan held it and then joined me on the landing. 

“Your brother is angry, I understand that. But I hope you understand why it was done in the first place. The Mikaelson’s have caused problems for each and every one of you but just like the family you have formed here we are exactly the same. You protect the ones you love, we just have a habit of taking it to the extreme.”     

“Thank you for coming here Elizabeth. I don’t expect you to take responsibility for everything that has happened but thanks for trying to.” 

I let out a chuckle. “The things we do for the ones we call family, ay?” 

“Yeah the things we do.” Stefan replied with a soft chuckle. 

I left the Gilbert house and got my phone from my jacket pocket. Unlocking the phone I swiped down the contacts list and my thumb hovered over Elijah’s name. Summing up the courage I pressed it and brought the phone to ear as I carried on walking through the town. 

“Elijah?” I asked when he accepted the call.

“I have Nicole she’s safe but Jean-Paul on the other hand, seems his wolves turned on him he didn’t make it. I’m sorry my dear. When will you be joining us?” He asked me, I heard Nicole’s chatter in the background. 

“Once I have everything wrapped up in Mystic Falls I will come and find you and Nicole, I just want to make sure your sister is safe before I leave.” 

“How is Rebekah?” Elijah asked.

“Better than expected? She is mourning the loss of your brother but I think she feels more at ease knowing that we no longer have to be on the run. Alaric is no longer a threat to the family, Elena died with vampire blood in her system at Wickery Bridge last night. She is currently in transition.” 

“I see. Well I suppose it could not be helped.” 

“Is Nicole ok? I can hear her chattering in the background.” I asked.

“She is fine. Just finishing up her breakfast.”

He ended the call with a “I love you.”  

I was relieved that Elijah didn’t suspect that it was my doing regarding J.P but I was saddened to hear that he had died from my request. He must have gotten bitten by one of his wolves in their attempt to save themselves. My thoughts kept me busy as I remembered some of the fond memories I had for Jean-Paul. 

1903

The streets were filled with people in celebration, laughter and songs of joy filled the air. The  scent of cheap and expensive alcohol filled my nostrils and all in all the environment was happy and content, well it was until a young man with blond hair was thrown out of one of the nearby drinking establishments and fell at my feet. Startled by what had happened I bent down and helped the man up but as soon as my eyes caught a glimpse of the face my demeanor changed. 

“Jean-Paul…” I said with a french twang to my voice.

“Oh mon Dieu…” The young man replied in a state of shock. “Oh my god...” 

“I thought I told you last time to stop causing trouble. And yet here you are.” I said with a soft tone.

“Ma chère Liz!” Jean-Paul exclaimed. “My dear Liz!”

“Enjoying the festivities a bit too much are we?” I teased, smoothing out the skirts to my dress.

“It is time for celebration, thank you for your assistance three years ago mon cher!”

After recalling one of the fonder memories of Jean-Paul I approached the Lockwood family cellar. Walking to the heavy looking wooden doors I opened them with ease and carefully made my way down the set of stone stairs, the heel to my boots clicked with each step. As I got to the bottom I saw a coffin and what looked to be Tyler Lockwood sat on top of it, however I knew better.

“Must you insist on using that same parlour trick as before? Or are you just a one trick pony Niklaus?” I asked with a grin.

“Lizzie love. How did you figure this one out?” My brother in law asked me with a smile.

“Elijah said Tyler Lockwood had died and yet here his body stands before me. But when I made a visit to Elena just now I saw Damon and Stefan even picked up the heartbeat for the youngest Gilbert Jeremy, Miss Bennett was not there. However I can smell she was here and not too recently might I add. So I put two and two together.” I replied to him crossing my arms.

“Speaking of Elijah where is my brother?”

“Shouldn’t we address that Rebekah believes you're dead? And Elijah is far, far away from here.” 

“If Elijah is long gone why are you here love? Don’t tell me after all these years you’ve just realised we have something?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Watch how you speak to me Klaus…” I hissed. I felt a sudden wave of anger flow through my body, I’ve always known that he was jealous of Elijah but to actually insinuate something like that was absurd. Without fully realising I flung my right arm to the side and I stood and watched Klaus in Tyler's body hit the stone wall with a force I’m sure I heard a crack form.

As Klaus was picking himself up from the floor I walked over to the coffin he was sat on. “I gather your real body is inside here?” I gestured at the coffin. 

“And that you require Miss Bennett to put you back in your body?” I added, raising an eyebrow.

My brother in law never said a word but just smiled at me.

“Looks like for the first time ever you’re speechless, I must be off now. Have fun brother.”

Leaving the cellar my phone started to ring, fishing it from my pocket I answered the call.

“Damon?” I asked, sounding puzzled. 

“I need you to come back to Elena’s. Something has happened.”

“Of course. Is everything the matter?” I questioned.

“Best see for yourself.” Damon told me and hung up.

Putting my phone back in my pocket I sped over to the Gilbert house. 

As I approached the door I saw Matthew being choked by Damon and saw another person try and break up the fight along with the sheriff of the town.

“Damon, stop! It wasn’t his fault.” She cried out.

“Let him go, Damon! Now!” The sheriff shouted. 

I saw Matthew try and push Damon off of him but to no avail I could hear that he was slowly losing the ability to breathe. I rushed over to the commotion but as I got there Damon let him go, the fragile human slunk down a little and was breathing heavily trying to get his breath back. 

“I'm here as requested. What has happened?” I asked the small group.

“Elena, Stefan, Caroline and Rebekah have been taken by the council.” The sheriff tells me.

“What?” I asked, looking shocked.

“Alaric caused a stir in the council, we’ve been locked out of our offices and we have no access to any of our resources. The pastor has taken over.” She replied.

“But Caroline got away, she was in a van and somehow managed to escape.” The other woman said, as she turned to me. “I’m Meredith.” 

“Elizabeth.” I said quickly and gave her a smile.

“We have no idea where they are…” Damon says, sounding tense. 

“And with your vervain and Alaric’s weapons, they could be anywhere.” The sheriff says.

“Holding vampires would take a lot of manpower, is there a number of people missing their daily business in the town?” I asked.

“There are a few people I haven’t normally seen.” Meredith replies. 

“Come on guys, think. It takes a lot to hold a vampire. Reinforced steel, iron doors.” Damon said. 

“The pastor has a cattle ranch.” Matthew started.

We all looked at him. “Those pens could be easily modified.” He finishes.

“It’s remote, it’s secluded.” 

Damon turns to Matthew. “Well, guess what? Looks like you get a chance to prove how sorry you are. Let’s go. Lizzie you too might need some extra muscle.” 

Damon, Matthew and I left the house to get in Damon’s car. Getting in the backseat I let the two males up in the front. “So do we have a plan for this rescue mission?” I asked with a slight bit of sarcasm in my voice. 

“We are the plan.” Damon replies to me. 

As we drove to the farm I could feel the tension with Damon and Matthew. And the drive was silent as Damon parked the car on the side of the road he stopped the engine and we all proceeded to get out and walk towards the house, I took in the location seeing that the barn was off to the side. 

“So, what, we just storm the place with zero weapons?” The human asked Damon.

“Nah, we don’t need weapons. Just bait.” Damon replies as he rushes towards him and bites his neck. Matthew falls to the ground groaning in pain while Damon has blood covering his mouth and chin.

“The boy has been through enough Damon! For Christ's sake I almost killed him yesterday.” I hissed.

“Find the others.” He barked.

“Fine.” 

And with that I disappeared, using the night to my advantage I stuck to the shadows as I made my way closer and closer to the barn. As I was getting closer to the barn I heard the heartbeats of a couple of guards and sneaking up behind one I snapped his neck as his body collapsed to the floor it alerted the other and came to investigate the noise repeating the action. I walked out cautiously to the barns entrance seeing two more guards carrying what smelt like vervain. 

“I got this. Bring the other on in.” He said to his friend. 

The guard nodded and went about his business when I sped over to him and put my hand over his mouth. “Hello there.” I said in a low voice and my fingers wrapped around his jawline and I quickly pulled snapping his neck. 

“I thought I told you to shut up.” The remaining guard said from inside.

“Here’s the thing, my family we...we have money, castles, apartments, jewellry. Just name your price and let me out.” Rebekah said. 

As I crept up behind the human, careful to not make a sound. 

“I’d much rather watch you die.” He spat. 

“Well that can be arranged.” I said.

Shocked the guard turns to see me behind and he stumbles when Rebekah rushes forward at her cage, fumbling for his gun I grabbed hold of the his head and launched it towards the bars to where Stefan slams the head repeatedly until blood appeared and dropped the body outside of Elean’s cage. Seeing the blood trickle towards her I busted open the cage door and walked up towards Rebekah and put an arm around her. 

“I trust you're capable of letting yourselves out? I only came for my sister.” I told them and whisked Rebekah from the barn and off the property. 

“Are you alright?” I asked her.

She flung her arms around me and started to sob. “Nik saved Caroline but left me.” 

“You saw him in Tyler Lockwoods body didn’t you? I found out myself this morning I was going to tell you when I returned back to the mansion but then Damon called saying you had been taken.”

“He chose her over me, Lizzie. Her! Some blonde bimbo he has known for like five minutes.” She cried angrily. 

“I know, I know.” I replied, trying to soothe her.

We arrived back at the mansion and as we walked in the door we saw Klaus putting blood bags into an ice box, Rebekah still in tears approached him.

 “How dare you save Caroline over me!” She shouted.

“Hello brother. Thought you were dead. So pleased you’re not!” He sassed back.

“Niklaus!” I shouted at him.

Still in anger Rebakah carried on shouting at her brother. “You left me!”

“I only had time to save one of you and you can’t be killed. Rest assured, I had a worse day than you. I think it’s time for us to move on, find some more werewolves.” 

“What if they burned the bodies after staking then Nik, you had no idea what the council were planning!” I replied to him, standing next to Rebekah. 

“So you can create your hybrid family? You don’t know anything about family!” Rebekah yelled.

“Well, I know how easily they can be manipulated and silenced with a dagger.” He scoffed. 

Rebekah rushed to the ice box and grabbed one of the blood bags filled with Elena’s blood and threw it against the wall, bursting it.

“No!” KLaus shouted in disbelief to what he was seeing.

Rebekah takes hold of the final two blood bags in her hands. “Drop them.” Klaus threatens.

“I mourned you! My heart broke thinking I’d never see you again.” 

“Put the blood down, Rebekah. There’s a good girl.” Klaus patronises.

“For once forget about the blood. Your family is here not in those dastardly bags!” I attempted but it was too late.

Enough with the stalemate Klaus looked just as angry as Rebekah but for all of the wrong reasons. “DROP IT!!”

“You want your family?” Rebakah asked, as she squeezed the bags bursting them. The last of the blood splattered the floors, walls and us. “Here’s your family.”

Klaus rushes over pushing me into the wall with force and grabs his sister by her throat. “You know something Rebekah? You’re right. I don’t care. From this moment on you're not my family, you’re not my sister. You are nothing.” And snaps her neck and drops her to the floor.

As I picked myself up from the floor. “You’re wrong.” 

“Excuse me?” Klaus seethed walking towards me, he eyes glowing gold.

“You say she isn’t family and yet you only snapped her neck. You had every opportunity to rip her heart from her chest and you didn’t. You do care. If it were anybody else your ruthless reputation would have been upholded.” 

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HERALD OF ANDRASTE - Chapter 4/4

DESCRIPTION: El'lana’s entire world is turned upside down when she, a proud Dalish elf, is bestowed the title “Herald of Andraste”.

SERIES: Halla & Wolf

VOLUME: 3

Lana bursts into her cabin, slamming the door shut behind her and drops to the floor. Releasing her belongings from her tense grip, she allows them to fall where they may. Her breathing is heavy as her heart thrashes wildly inside her chest. With so much adrenaline surging through her body, her hands begin to shake uncontrollably as she brings them to her face.

Lana is all too familiar with having a temper, but the pure rage she’s feeling from this outburst has never happened before. Not ever. Especially towards someone she barely knows. How is it that possible that only moments ago she was laughing and enjoying his company. But now? Now she feels like a wild, savage beast wanting to claw Solas’s face off.

How dare he say such things? How dare he have such hatred towards people he’s never even met before? People, who I love more than life itself!

And yet, how can she allow herself to get so provoked? He was only expressing his opinion. Is she to get this enraged every time somebody vexes her? Shouldn’t she be used to the notion that the Dalish are ostracised, perhaps even by her own kind?

Lana brings her knees in towards her chest as she scrapes her fingers through her hair. She closes her eyes and takes several minutes to try and calm herself down; taking in deep breaths through the nose and exhaling out the mouth, just like the Keeper always instructed her to do.

Except this time, it isn’t working.

Resting her arms on her knees, she drops her head and quietly begins to weep. Her chest pounding at a rapid rhythm until finally she takes in one deep breath and releases a much louder, desperate wail. She brings her head back, hitting the cabin door, and brings her trembling hands up towards her face to help quieten down the volume of her cries. 

And the tears keep falling. And falling. And falling.

Is she really that angry at Solas? No, not particularly. She is indeed offended towards his tackless accusations but when it comes down to it… 

Lana is terrified. Beyond belief.

“Blend-in as best as you can mir da’vhenan, and discover the nature of this meeting. Return to me and report what has happened. Nothing more and nothing less. Ar lath, ma da’len. May the gods guide your steps.” 

Lana realises that once word of the Conclave got to the Free Marches, and then to her clan, the Keeper would logically assume Lana had died with all the rest. In fact, Keeper Zatlen of clan Alassan has probably already sent word to the Keeper, and the clan has already planted a tree in Lana’s memory somewhere in the forest. Knowing the Keeper’s cautious behaviour, she would most likely move the clan to the safest location she knows because of the anticipated chaos between the mages and the templars. 

And Lana knows that once they move, there would be no possible way of finding them again on her own. She is no scout or hunter, and only just managed to get here by following the Keeper’s strict instructions. Sure, she could go back to Kirkwall’s harbour somehow and travel through the cravis in the Vinmark Mountains, but then where would she go? East? West? North?

I will never see them again. The Keeper. Lhoris. Tamara. My home. I won’t be there for Lhoris and Tamara’s bonding ceremony. I won’t be able to see them raise their little ones. I won’t even be there to help the Keeper as she ages.

Lana looks down at the papers scattered around her with the ink spilled across the floor, and quietly whimpers as she begins to clean up the mess.

Lana wipes the tears from her face and looks around the cabin. With the sun almost completely set, the cabin is nearly pitch dark, and she can hardly make out much, save for a single candle’s silhouette on the windowsill. With only a flick of the wrist, Lana murmurs a spell and lights the wick. The small flame fills the room with a warm, soft glow which is when she notices a large bowl laying on the table. 

Taking in a long, deep breath, and feeling somewhat calmer after that much needed cry, she forces herself up as she wipes her dripping nose with her sleeve, and slumps towards the bowl.

Lana murmurs a basic enchantment and fills the bowl with cold, fresh water. She then cups her hands in the liquid and splashes the water against her blotchy and tired face.

Lana leans against the table, hands placed on either side of the bowl and stares at her distorted reflection in the water’s rippling surface. As the water slowly begins to settle, Lana leans in closer and notices a large, dark line across her mouth. And with a quick gesture, she stills the water to get a better look. 

“Creators…”

Still struggling to see under the current light, Lana glares at the meek, little candle light and significantly enhances its flame size. 

Now satisfied by the more sufficient lighting, Lana uses one hand to hold her hair back as she leans in even closer to the water’s surface. And that’s when she gasps.

Using her free hand, Lana slowly glides her fingers across the massively brazen laceration starting from the left corner of her top lip and all the way down to her chin.

By the dread wolf, how long have I had this?

Lana turns her face from side to side and notices another laceration across her right cheek. This one is not as large, but it's deeper and also new. She’s grateful that at least her vallaslin is still intact. 

Suddenly, a knock at her cabin door startles her. Lana whips her head around, stabilises the candle’s flame, and pretends she isn’t there. She is in no mood for any company.

“Lana?”

Nope.

“It’s me... your friendly neighbourhood dwarf.”

Funny. But, still no.

And for a short while, neither one says anything until…

“I have food...”

Lana’s stomach instantly grumbles. Releasing a soft sigh, Lana realises that she needs a warm meal more than pretending to not exist at the moment.

Desperate to appear nonchalant, Lana quickly brushes her fingers through her hair and straightens out her clothes as she walks towards the door. Taking in a deep breath, Lana opens the door by only a few inches, and peers through the small gap, as she is still in shock and deeply insecure about the scar across her lip.

Standing in the cold on the cabin’s porch is Varric, with two steaming bowls of Fereldan’s typical, hearty stew; chunky vegetables in a broth, and if the hunters had been lucky, there would be a few pieces of animal meat, too.

Varric stretches his arm out with one and Lana takes it gratefully, “Thank you, Varric. That’s really nice of you. I could have helped myself, you know? You didn’t have to come all the way here.” 

Varric huffs with a playfully dismissive hand wave, “It was no trouble. And I figured with everything going on, you most likely haven’t eaten anything today, have you?”

Lana releases a gentle smile and sways her head from side to side.

“Thought so. Well, now that I’ve fulfilled my neighbourly duty for the day. I’ll see you ‘round, El.”

Lana smiles sheeply at Varric for calling her El, as it reminds her of Lhoris, and as much as she wants to wallow in self-pity, she could really talk to somebody who isn’t in the Inquisition's inner circle, a Chantry priestess or Creators-forbid… Solas. 

She could use a good evening with somebody who could potentially be called a friend.

“Varric...” calls Lana, and Varric turns around to regard her with a gentle smile, “You can come in if you like? If you want to, of course. I don’t want to intrude on your evening plans or anything.”

“If by ‘plans’ you mean waiting around for the world to end?” and shrugs his shoulders sarcastically. “I think I can push that back.”

Lana laughs and lets Varric in.

Once Lana closes the door behind them, she frantically looks about the room for a place to seat her guest, “You can sit... here.” and quickly puts her evening meal down on the table as she drags the only chair in the cabin out for Varric.

“Hey, don’t worry about me, I’m happy standing.”

Lana stops moving the chair towards him as she is unsure of what to do next. She isn’t used to entertaining “guests” and doesn’t know what the “rules” are. So instead, she settles for an awkward stare down.  

“Come on,” persists Varric as he moves himself to the corner of the table, placing his bowl down. “I insist.” and gestures for Lana to take the chair. 

Lana releases a sheepish grin, brings the chair in towards the table and sits down, “Thank you.” and brings her bowl in closer as they both dig into their meal.

“So,” begins Varric. “Now that Cassandra’s out of earshot, are you holding up alright? I mean, you go from being the most wanted criminal in Thedas to joining the armies of the faithful. Most people would have spread that out over more than just one day.”

Taking a big gulp of her stew, “I have no idea what’s happening anymore.”

Varric chuckles, “That makes two of us. For days now, we’ve been staring at the Breach, watching demons and Maker-knows-what fall out of it. ‘Bad for morale’ would be an understatement,” Varric pauses and looks down into his steaming meal. “I still can’t believe anyone was in there and lived.”

“If it was that bad, why did you stay? Cassandra said you were free to go.” 

Lana brings a spoonful of hot broth up-to her mouth and then slowly sips at the edges of the spoon.

Varric stops stirring his vegetables around and sighs, “I like to think I’m as selfish and irresponsible as the next guy, but this,” shaking his head and looking mournfully at Lana. “Thousands of people died on that mountain. I was almost one of them! And now there’s a hole in the sky? Even I can't even walk away and just leave that to sort itself out.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, thank you for staying. The Breach needs to be sealed. The sooner the better.”

“If it can be sealed,” Varric leans against the cabin walls and looks at Lana for a moment as he contemplates something, and then moves in closer to whisper. “You might want to consider running at the first opportunity. I’ve written enough tragedies to recognise where this is going,” and leans back to take a spoonful of stew. “Heroes are everywhere. I’ve seen that. But the hole in the sky? That’s beyond heroes. We’re going to need a miracle.”

Lana looks down at her bowl and begins to lose herself in the bobbing vegetable chunks in her stew, “I wish everybody else saw it that way. I’m just... me.”

Varric pushes away his empty bowl and sighs. “Look, I’m just going to say it…” and Lana looks up at Varric puzzled. “That stew was... terrible!”

Lana relaxes and laughs with a light and pleasant sound, “It’s not the best, is it?”

“Are you kidding?” Varric fans his fingers across his chest dramatically. “Even I could make a better stew than this nug-shit, and that’s saying something.”

“Yeah, I’m not a very good cook either. I suppose I never had to really learn. We always had at least two people dedicated to preparing the meals back home.”

Varric leans against the cabin wall again and crosses his arms over his chest, “You’re from the Marchers, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Pointing his thumb up towards himself, “Kirkwall.”

Lana smiles widens as she cries out, “I had no idea! What a small world! I’ve only been to Kirkwall once, although I’ve only been in the harbour mind you. Up until recently, I had never been anywhere else. Only Tamara would go to the towns or cities to trade with the shems.”

“Tamara?”

Lana shakes her head at her foolishness, “Oh right, sorry. Tamara is one of my clan’s merchants,” and pauses before murmuring. “But to me, she’s more like a sister.”

With kind and caring eyes, Varric attempts to console Lana. “You must miss her. Has Liliana managed to contact your clan yet?”

Digging and fumbling around in her almost empty bowl, Lana looks up at Varric with confusion. “No?”

“Maker’s breath!” cries Varric. “Okay, first thing tomorrow morning, find Liliana and tell her you need to contact your clan.”

“That’s sweet Varric but news of the Conclave would have reached them by now. They probably think I’m dead and moved on. I wouldn’t know how to find them.”

Varric leans across the table and looks at Lana with a confidant grin. “Trust me, Liliana can find them. Don’t you worry about that, kiddo.”

“Really?” 

Varric stands up straight, crosses his arms over his chest and simply nods.

Lana quietly judges Varric’s confidence, and realises that if Liliana really can find her clan, then that means she can allow herself to hope to be reunited with her family once everything is over.

“I would be truly grateful! Thank you, Varric.”

“No problem,” Varric drops his arms and scratches the back of his head, “Man, I’m glad to have a warm meal but Maker’s breath, that was just awful.”

Lana releases another carefree laugh but is instantly interrupted by another sudden and unexpected knock at the door.

Varric turns his head towards the door and looks back at Lana with a cheeky smile and raised eyebrow, “Expecting someone?”

Realising his carnal insinuation, Lana blushes and cries out, “Creators! No!” and Varric laughs wildly while she calls towards the door, “Who is it?”

And a quiet, soothing voice answers back, “Solas. Apologies for the intrusion, but I was hoping for only a moment of your time?”

Lana's pleasant mood visibly dissipates and she slumps into her chair, rolls her eyes and releases a loud groan. Which causes Varric to raise both eyebrows in surprise at her sudden, dramatic shift in mood. She then shoves the chair back, causing a loud screech on the wooden floor and marchers over to the door. 

With one swift motion, Lana opens the door wide enough to clearly indicate she isn’t alone and that Solas is indeed intruding on her very pleasant evening.

“Oh,” gasps Solas as he looks at Varric, who waves back at him awkwardly. “I didn’t realise you had company.” 

With one hand on the door and the other resting on her hip, Lana snaps. “Is there something you need, Solas?”

Solas looks back at Lana, “It’s no matter. I will find you-”

“You know what,” mutters Varric from inside the cabin as he grabs both bowls. “I was just about to leave anyway,” and walks towards the door, and past the two very clearly, upset elves. “So if you don’t mind me El, I think I’ll be heading off. It was good catching up.”

Varric staying is the only reasonable excuse Lana can use to dismiss Solas. But with her excuse literally walking out the door, Lana desperately cries out, “Varric, there’s really no need-”

“It’s no problem,” insists Varric. “I need a few mugs of ale to wash down this stew anyhow,” and begins walking questionably fast as he shouts without looking back, “See you kids in the morning!” and leaves Lana and Solas to watch him disappear into the darkness.

Eventually Lana murmurs, “Good night...”

Shit.

With his arms behind his back, Solas turns back around and looks down at Lana, who is still blocking the entrance to the cabin. 

Feeling his gaze on her, Lana ultimately looks back at him in return. Neither one says anything.

Well, this is just GREAT.

And as if they were in one of Varric’s cheesy romance novels, they both speak up at the same time. 

Lana releases a forced, awkward laugh and averts her gaze while Solas holds his own without managing to break eye contact. 

Clearly uncomfortable and wanting to get out of the cold, Lana attempts to speak first, “Do you... do you want to come in?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Lana steps aside, allowing Solas in and closes the door behind him. Still lingering at the entrance, she turns around and watches him stride to the middle of the room and then turn back around to face her. His shoulders pulled back, standing perfectly poised and straight.

Lana isn’t sure what to do now, so she folds her arms across her chest and looks around the room awkwardly. 

Why is he just staring at me?

With a calm and controlled voice, Solas finally breaks the tension, “I wanted to apologise. Again. It seems I am constantly finding new ways to offend you,” Lana flicks her gaze back at him, visibly surprised. “I should not have allowed my previous experience with the Dalish to cloud my opinion of your clan. I regretfully admit that I have indeed ‘painted you with the same brush’ so to speak. And for that, I’m sorry.”

By his mannerism and delivery, it is clearly evident that Solas really means every word. He truly is regretful and Lana finds herself shamefully surprised.

After their confrontation, she had decided that he was an arrogant, selfish man who relishes in being superior in knowledge, intellect and rare experiences as a dreamer. 

But now?

Lana visibly relaxes her tense shoulders and feebly murmurs, “Thank you.”

Solas turns his gaze away from Lana and walks towards the window, the candle’s light subtly highlighting the edges of his silhouette, “You see, I have wondered many roads in my time, and crossed paths with your people on more than one occasion. I have offered to share my knowledge, only to be attacked for no greater reason than their superstition. Most care very little about improving their lives. They already consider themselves perfect, the sole keepers of elven lore,”

Solas drops his head and closes his eyes, “Liar. Fool. Madman. There are endless ways to say someone isn’t worth listening to,” and he turns his head around with his eyes giving away his pain. “Over time, it grinds away at you.”

Lana can’t stop herself from staring at him as she left completely lost for words. His misery and suffering tugging at her empathic heart.

Lana takes a small step forward, “Solas-”

“Until today,” interjects Solas as he turns around fully with a gentle smile. “You are the first of your people to ask me about my travels, my stories,” and awkwardly tugs at his sleeves. “It’s been... a long time since anyone has shown genuine interest in what I have to share. And if you’d like, I would be more than happy to answer any of your questions, to the best of my ability.” 

With a subtle nod, Lana smiles sincerely, “Thank you, I would like that very much.”

Solas smiles back and moves closer to Lana, his tall and broad physique blocking the candle’s light. 

“Before I take my leave, I have something of yours,” and removes a rolled piece of parchment from his belt, and hands it over to Lana. “I believe you might be missing this.”

Confused, Lana takes the parchment, looks at Solas for a moment, and proceeds to slowly unravel it before him as she gasps. It’s her unfinished sketch of the Keeper. 

“I had no idea I dropped it!” and looks up at Solas with a sincere smile, “Thank you.”

Solas nods with a gentle smile in return, “You’re welcome. And I believe I’ve taken up enough of your time.” 

Solas walks towards the door as Lana follows him. He opens the door, steps outside and looks down at Lana with a sincere smile, “I will see you in the morning.” and begins closing the door.

Impulsively, Lana leaps forward and grabs onto the side of the door and calls out, “Solas, wait...”

Solas lets go of the door handle, turns around and stares at Lana curiously. 

Lana opens the door a little further and looks down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at Solas with remorse, “I would like to apologise for my behaviour, too. I said a lot of things to you which were unkind and hurtful, and I let my temper get the better of me... ir abelas, lethallin.”

Solas releases a heartfelt smile and nods, “Thank you.”

After hearing Solas’s tragic story about how the Dalish have treated him in the past, she cannot help but feel embarrassed and ashamed, and feels she needs to apologise on behalf of her people, too, “And I’m sorry for how the Dalish have treated you in the past. I truly had no idea,” and with her deep set frown and pale, lavender eyes peering up at him, she bravely declares, “It isn’t right and if I am ever in the position to change things, I know exactly where to start.” 

“You are a rarity amongst your people, da’len. And thank you for allowing me to speak with you this evening. I look forward to our many academic discussions moving forward.”

And with that, Solas turns around and walks away. Only once she can no longer see him, does Lana slowly close the door and look down at the unfinished picture of Keeper Deshanna. A bit crinkled, but no matter. She’s just happy to have the Keeper back with her.

Unbelievably exhausted, Lana decides to call it a day and puts the Keeper back with the others. She then takes the candlestick from the windowsill and places it in the middle of the room. 

She then proceeds to take apart her nicely made bed and apologises, in her mind, to whomever makes her bed for her as they will find everything on the floor. Again.

Using the thin cotton sheet, she lays it neatly on the cabin floor next to the bed. Then, taking her loose wolf fur, she lays it down on the sheet and immediately follows with laying out the softer, stuffed blanket on top of that. 

Once nicely centered, she visually divides the blanket into thirds, folding the right-third inwards and then the left-third over that. Then she tucks the bottom of her makeshift cocoon underneath itself and stands back to admire her work. 

Well, if this is the closest I’ll get to what I have back home, then that's fine with me.

Satisfied, Lana grabs the last crucial element of her creation - the pillow. 

Once changed into her sleepwear, Lana wiggles her way into her bed and turns around to face the candle, and stares into its dull, dim glow as it reaches the end of its wick.

First thing tomorrow I will find Liliana, so that she can try to contact the Keeper before Cassandra keeps me busy all day.

Then, I’ll find Solas in the evening to learn more about the ancient elvhen.

Lana closes her heavy, tired eyes and its not long until the flame of the candle runs out. 

Oh, and don’t forget to ask him about that strange shoe-thing across his neck.

Oh wait, it can’t be a shoe - doesn’t it have teeth?

Elvish to English Translation:

“Mir da’vhenan” = my little-heart

“Ar lath, ma da’len” = I love you, my child

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