#I cannot wait to open my heart more in confidence & love soon. Cannot wait to see how life increasingly syncs more with where I like to be

[lunasilvis]

Worst year I personally experienced in 10 years is coming to an ending tonight. This calls for celebration till sunrise.

It was just a lonely, dreadfully long and exhausting year of sowing. So now, please, let the reaping begin 🧡🥂

[holylulusworld]

The one that got away (5)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, past unrequited feelings, regret, reunion, naughty Dean, implied innocent reader, possessive Dean, tension, unresolved feelings, idiots in love

Catch up here: The one that got away (4)

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Dean reluctantly said goodbye that night. You didn’t go home with him, nor did you take him home. It was too soon, and you weren’t ready to forgive him yet.

He used to be your best friend but broke your heart to not admit his feelings. So many years later he expected you to just cave in and forgive him.

You’re not cruel, or stubborn. Dean simply didn’t understand that your heart was still aching any time you think about the words he said, and how he turned his back on you.

If he loved you so much – why did he never try to contact you before he crashed into your life not twenty-four hours ago?

The feelings for him are still strong, and it felt like a dream come true when he walked back into your life. Still, he cannot talk you into having sex with him only because he took a job offer in the same town.

“Not again,” you curse under your breath. All you asked him to do is give you time and space. But no. Dean is calling you for what feels like the hundredth time today. “Leave me alone, Dean Winchester. You cocky sonofabitch!”

You refuse to take the call and shut your phone off. If he wants to talk to you, Dean must come to you, and offer redemption, and a better explanation than being a stupid boy.

He’s a man for a few years and never tried to make amends. Dean cannot come back and believe everything will go back to normal.

“Sweetheart, I know you are at home,” Dean knocks again. He calls your name and offers pie and booze if you open the door. “Y/N, I came to check on you! Are you alright? Are you still alive? You didn’t answer my calls.”

“For fuck’s sake, Winchester,” you rip the door open to glare at Dean. “It’s Sunday morning but thanks to you I’m wide awake. What is wrong with you? Can you not get a message? I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“There she is,” he grins and invades your home. Dean kicks your door shut with his boot and pushes the flowers he stole from your neighbor’s garden into your hands. “Greetings from your asshole neighbor. Man, he didn’t take it lightly that I picked a few of his flowers.”

“Winchester, are you fucking insane? You can’t just steal flowers from my neighbor’s garden! Do you have no shame or manners?”

“I needed some flowers, and the old geezer had more than enough,” he has the guts to shrug. “Do you like them?” Dean grins. “I know you like them.”

“Not if you stole them,” you grunt. “Dean, what do you want from me? I asked you to give me space and time to think about a few things. Now you are here and want what?”

“Y/N,” he sighs deeply and shrugs again. “I have waited for so long to find you again, and now, I can’t get you out of my head.” Dean steps closer to poke your upper arm. “Come on, let’s be crazy and have beer and pie for breakfast.”

“You’re crazy if you believe I’ll eat pie for breakfast.”

“Well then, invite me for breakfast and lunch. We can put the pie in the fridge and eat it later. I’ll pay for dinner tonight.”

Goddamn that man. He’s cocky and self-confident. Dean looks at you, using the puppy dog look he learned from his younger brother to make your resolve grumble.

“Dean, you can’t come here and—” you grunt as he presses his index finger against your lips. You bite his finger, making Dean yelp.

“Hey! Save the biting for the bedroom.” You blink at his words. “I…uh-I meant you shouldn’t bite a man’s finger for no reason.”

You purse your lips, and snicker. “I didn’t ask you to put your finger in my face. If you push your finger into my face, I’ll bite you!”

His features darken for a split second. He hums and lazily licks his lower lip. “What if I push something else in your face?”

“What? DEAN WINCHESTER! You pervert.”

Oh, that smirk grows, and he gives you a wink. “I was talking about my lips, sweetheart. What did you think I meant?” He acts innocently. Dean is a wolf hiding behind his pretty façade. If you don’t want out, you end up devoured by him.

“I know exactly what you mean, Dean!”

“Hmm…” he purses his lips. “So…” Dean dips his head to glance at the pie. “Pie for breakfast – yes or no.”

This time, you sigh. “Fine, we can have breakfast together. But nothing else.”

“Breakfast is the most important meal, Y/N,” he says. “Maybe I’ll get a nice dessert?” He drops his eyes to your lower half. “Yeah, that would be great…”

Part 6

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[jkfanfr]

Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorsche The Series (BL)

Another VegasXPete fanfic as i cannot get enough of them recently. Their connection was off the roof in the series and it’s made me watch it over and over again.

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Requests open, and have fun reading my lovelies

SMUT CONTENT WARNING ;)

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SIGNITURE LINE AHEAD 🤭 Let me know if you can find it

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Vegas took his seat at the booth, right in front of Kinn and Porsche, who were holding hands under the table, as if no one could see them doing so. Kinn raised his eyebrow at Vegas, who was giving his signature smirk at the stage beside them.

Pete gulped hard as he stepped onto the stage, smiling nervously at the same time. The big lights were off, making the whole place dark as he took his spot in the middle of the stage.

Though he was a famous idol, with many fans screaming his name, awed at the sight of his handsome self, begging to take a peek underneath his already revealing clothes, Pete was an anxious one. He was worried about what people thought and every time he stepped on stage, his little frights of his own power and ability come in to play at the same time, taking his through a never ending cycle of worrisomeness.

Pete finally made eye contact with Vegas, who had a sweet smile sprouting on his face. Though they were in close proximity, it felt they were so far away from each other. Pete just wanted to run into his arms, as they hug and kiss endlessly with the same bliss, passion and love as the first time.

Back-up dancers took the stage, assuring him that he’ll be ok. They’re very supportive with Pete’s stage fright, helping him and always by his side when they ever need him. Pete felt safer once they were around, they weren’t just back-up dancers, they were friends, best friends.

Pete sighed softly, standing in the middle of the stage in his starting pose, looking at Vegas one last time before the lights slowly started turning on. He was singing a cover of ‘Love Talk’ by WayV, which he had been working on for a while. (stan wayv btw) The lyrics really hint at specific something, which Pete typically liked (horny ass b-)

He felt the lights turn on quicker, signalling him to start off. Pete moved swiftly to the music, his voice angelic and deep as he kept a nervous smile on his face, which soon turned more confident and teasing.

i can hear it callin 

loving the way you wanna talk 

touch me tease me feel me up

As Pete danced the night away, Vegas couldn’t help but admire his beautiful boy, how innocent but sexy he looked. Pete was effortlessly winning everyone’s hearts.

you got me sayin you got me sayin

how you doin tell me what’s your name

what’s your sign 

feeling like your into me

yeah waiting for you 

i just want you to come over where i’m stayin 

He heard so many awed whispers and saw many people giggling and filming him. It was completely normal to Pete, but to Vegas, it got his blood boiling 

fallin for a stranger good gracious 

i might even fly out to Vegas

thinking maybe you’d be down to do it

but you don’t know what i’m sayin

Even watching Kinn smile at his moves, Porsche screaming the loudest for his best friend, made Vegas feel jealousy crawl up his skin. 

got me goin through the roof 

really don’t care what we do

we could fly to the moon

i can see your lips movin but we ain’t got a clue

Pete kept his sweet but teasing look in his face, making Vegas sweat in his chair. He shifted around a lot, unable to feel comfortable. His jealousy and possessiveness was getting to him.

baby we’re two distant strangers

i know you don’t speak my language 

but i love the way you’re talking to me..

Even the way Pete said ‘baby’ made Vegas wanna call him over and take him to where they’re staying

i can hear it callin 

from where you are

loving the way you wanna talk 

touch me tease me feel me up

touch me tease me feel me up

Pete smirked at Vegas’ reaction to him, making him gulp hard, bottling up all his jealous and angry emotions just so he doesn’t cause a scene. He was very possessive when it came to Pete, Vegas wanted him all for his own. He didn’t want everyone enjoying what he called his, but as expected, Vegas had no choice but to comply with Pete and his job. He supported Pete a lot when it came to it. 

call me when it’s after dark

something in the way you wanna talk

touch me tease me feel me up

touch me tease me feel me up

Pete was beyond hot when he was dancing, how perfectly swift and talented he was made Vegas all giddy on the inside. He had a problem down in his trousers, biting his lip to control his body which was acting differently to his mind. Vegas’ body was desperate for Pete, wanting to run on stage and pull him into his arms, while his mind was urging him to sit still in his seat. 

He didn’t want Kinn and Porsche to notice him either, so he had no choice but to act like a dog and not move and inch. 

Porsche- “Wow!! My best friend is awesome! Go Pete!”

Kinn- “He’s very good, don’t you think so Vegas?”

Vegas was in his own world at this moment, admiring Pete with jealousy overflowing in his eyes, which were deepening in red.

Porsche- “Vegas..?”

Kinn tapped his hand, making Vegas look around aimlessly as if he doesn’t know anything. 

Vegas- “Yeah..? What happened?”

Porsche- “Kinn asked if you think Pete is good?”

Vegas- “My boy is more than good..”

Vegas responded back, adoring Pete once more with his eyes, licking his bottom lip as he gave his signature smirk to Pete. Kinn and Porsche laughed softly at Vegas’ response.

Though Vegas was enjoying it all, something immediately caught his attention. Pete ripped half of his shirt, exposing his defined and toned abs, which Vegas wouldn’t of expected. 

Porsche- “Ooh!! Pete is so saucy, damn”

Porsche let out a breath before laughing with Kinn once more, they both were watching Pete, having fun watching him perform. It was obvious Pete was very confident at this moment, as his thrusted his hips forward, grinning a little as he did so. The crowd got even wider as Vegas’ mouth hung open, unable to let out any words. 

Kinn- “Woah!” 

Porsche- “Pete is really taking his chances”

Kinn- “Very seriously”

Pete smirked as he met eye contact with Vegas, as Vegas was still stunned. Did he do this to get on Vegas’ nerves? Cause god it was working well, as he looked around the audience with even more envy in his eyes. You could call him a green-eyes monster.

Vegas- “Fuck, you’re killing me babe..”

Vegas whispered to himself in a soft and quiet tone, feeling a lump in his throat. As he kept his eyes on Pete, he sipped on his water, basically finishing 3 cups just to maintain his composure.

Pete- “I know you all like it”

Pete talked in a monotone voice, no melody, no rhythm either as he thrusted again. Vegas nearly spat out his water, as his eyes widened at Pete. Many people were screaming louder, their phones on the fly as they all awed at Pete’s moves.

How deep Pete’s voice was once he said that, his teasing and playful expression on his face. God it made Vegas melt in his chair

Vegas- “You better watch we get home Pete.”

He whispered quietly to himself, as he bit his own cheek, leaning forward just to see Pete even more.

Porsche- “Man, he’s really making him angry babe.. Pete is in for a wild night”

Porsche whispered to Kinn, making them look at each other. Porsche felt a little worried for Pete’s safety after this, mainly for his legs.

Kinn- “I can agree on that love, Pete better watch his steps tonight. And i don’t know about you, but i find his jealousy highly entertaining”

Kinn let out a louder laugh, Porsche playfully punching his shoulder

Porsche- “Kinn stop that!”

Porsche couldn’t help but laugh as well. The green eyed monster was doing his job very well, and they even grinned at each other, knowing Pete was in for a treat.

oh tell me babe, tell me how you like it babe 

i don’t even know your name

i love the way you’re talking to me..

Pete ended his performance, sweating his life away, but satisfied with his work. On the other hand, Vegas was in war with his own mind and body. He looked at Kinn and Porsche who were clapping with the rest of the audience.

It took a lot of work for Vegas to not go and question Pete, or even ruin him deliriously, for that hot and sweaty performance. He wanted Pete all for himself at times like this.

Kinn- “Uhh..Vegas..?”

Vegas- “What is it Kinn?!”

Vegas talked in a stern and serious tone, the green eyed monster taking an effect on everyone around him. Kinn and Porsche already got their answers from Vegas’ reaction. 

They knew Vegas was a bit possessive when it came to Pete. He loved him deeply, he was too scared to lose someone so important to him. His past lover did so, and left Vegas alone till he met Pete, who made his life liveable. No one talks about Vegas’ past lover, they have nothing to do with his or anyone else’s mind anymore. Both Kinn and Porsche knew Vegas was scared he’d lose Pete to one of those fans, which is why he was so protective of him. He didn’t wanna loose the most important person to him. He couldn’t.

Porsche- “Calm down Vegas, what’s wrong?”

Vegas- “Nothing is wrong Porsche”

Kinn- “There is Vegas, just tell us”

Vegas- “I’ll tell him instead”

Vegas pointed at Pete who was now going off stage. Little did Vegas know, Pete knew just how he was. He knew Vegas would be struggling with his jealousy. 

Vegas scratched the back of his nape, standing up from his seat. He walked down heaps of stairs making his way towards Pete, who seemed to be making twists and turns around there corridors. It seemed he was trying to run away from Vegas’s might

Pete seemed to know what was coming, and what’s the harm of a good ol’ chase hmm?

Vegas- “Pete. I see you”

Pete heard Vegas’ voice as he seemed to get closer, as he was swerving past many people just to get by. Vegas was so close to pulling him into his embrace. Just when too many people got in the way, causing him too lose Pete in the crowd of make-up artists.

They were opposite of each other, looking at one another from the sides of the crowd. Pete smirked at Vegas, sticking his tongue out.

Pete- “Come get me then”

Pete replied back to his words in a louder tone, as Vegas laughed softly, pulling out one of his signature smirks.

Vegas- “Just you wait babyboy, daddy’s coming..”

Pete started running away, escaping the crowd and Vegas too, well..as it seemed to be. As Pete turned the corner, he was met with a tall, well-built chest, shirt unbuttoned a little. He knew what he collided with instantly.

Vegas- “Seems you came to me instead baby..”

Pete- “Im getting changed, wait”

Pete tried to escape, but Vegas pulled him back towards him, now both of their chest colliding. Vegas looked down at Pete’s ripped shirt, and smirked once more

Vegas- “You won’t be getting changed anymore love”

Pete- “Im sweaty hun, i need to change”

Vegas- “Don’t make excuses to run away from me. You know what you were doing on that stage”

Pete- “What was i doing?”

Pete asked so innocently, it made Vegas wanna pin him to the wall and explain it through actions. Vegas kept his cool, looking at Pete with the same smirk as always.

Vegas- “I don’t care what you were doing anymore. Just know that.. i will consume you.”

Vegas stepped closer to Pete, making their thighs touch. Pete gulped hard, looking at Vegas with playfulness but a bit of worry for his sanity.

Pete- “Im never listening to Porsche’s ideas ever again..”

Vegas- “What was that love?”

Pete- “Nothing”

Seems like Porsche decided to pickpocket an idea from his mind and innocently hand it over to Pete.

Vegas- “Are you ready?”

Pete- “For what?”

Pete looked at him all confused, like he didn’t hear Vegas’ words from before.

Vegas- “You’re in for a treat babyboy, come with me”

Pete- “But i’m not ready to leave-“

Vegas- “Ah ah ah..”

Vegas put his finger on Pete’s lips, settling him down and keeping him quiet

Vegas- “You caused this, so you’ll fix it for me right?”

He asked, looking down at the bulge in his trousers, Pete followed his eyes looking down as well. His eyes widened slightly, as he then stood back.

Pete- “No!”

Pete declined instantly, his face delicately flushed with flowery pink. His sweet vanilla aroma flourishing their close proximity. His shirt ripped in half still, his abs dripping in deep but salty looking sweat, making Vegas bite his lips to control the urge to lick it all off.

Vegas- “You’re coming with me”

And with that, Pete was dragged through back stage, apologising to anyone he runs into by accident. His hand was held tight, locked with super glue as Vegas’ horny and jealous mood was really showing. Pete wanted to laugh so hard, but he knew it wouldn’t end how he wanted to if he did that.

Pete- “Vegas calm down”

Vegas- “How about no?”

He replied in a strict and monotone voice, making Pete chuckle softly. Vegas heard him and looked at him for a second

Vegas- “What are you laughing at hun?”

Pete- “Nothing”

Pete tried to hold in his laughter, but couldn’t. Looking at Pete laugh, his cute and beautiful smile as his teeth showed. Pete looked like a little bunny, and that thought made Vegas smile himself. He’d kill to see his smile all day, his happy and sweet boy.

And although Vegas was getting manipulated by Pete’s smile, he continued to take his little rascal to their car. He threw him in the backseat, crawling on top of him immediately. No time was to be wasted.

Pete- “Vegas? Are you sure you want to do this here?”

Pete asked a little nervous, though he wanted Vegas to wreck him badly, take away his sanity as he begs for mercy underneath him. All that was getting him riled up, his trousers feeling tighter against his skin.

Vegas started playing with his ripped shirt, unbuttoning the leftover buttons slowly just to tease Pete.

Vegas- “I’ll do you whenever i please baby”

Pete- “Thats not how it works love”

Pete laughed softly, making Vegas’ eyebrows raise at his confidence.

Vegas- “I don’t need to question you about it, i know you’d agree straight away”

That made Pete gulp hard, pulling Vegas close to him. Pete made the first move, shoving his lips onto Vegas’, moving passionately and harshly against his lips. Pete’s lips were plump and sweet, as Vegas’ honey lips tried its hardest to devour every inch of them.

Vegas- “Fuck-the things you make me wanna do..”

Vegas muttered under his breath, his tone being as deep as ever, his signature smirk plastered across his face. Pete’s lips curved into a smile, getting pulled closer by Vegas. Their chests collided straight away, as Vegas looked around the car. He was searching for something, as Pete stayed still, laying down like a good boy.

Vegas- “Oh fucking hell..there’s none in the car..we have to go home..get in the front seat”

Pete did as he was told, quickly getting up and climbing into the front seat, Vegas hastily getting into the one next to him and revving up the engine.

Time Skip-

Vegas grabbed a condom, opening the packet as Pete did the honours of undoing his belt and trousers. They quickly undressed, excited for what’s to come, both falling on the bed.

Vegas- “Your body is beautiful baby..no wonder they all want it”

Vegas curses at himself for basically allowing those fans to admire his boy. He loved Pete’s curves, how smooth and warm they felt in his palms.

Pete- “But only one person can have it”

Vegas suddenly smirked, looking at him with interest again. His fingers twirled around in his soft and silky hair, he other free hand stroking his already hard cock

Vegas- “And who’s that?”

Pete- “Vegas Theerapanyakul”

Vegas- “You tease”

Vegas replied with his eyebrows raised, as Pete suddenly flipped him over, climbing onto his crotch and settling on top of his hard cock. Vegas looked at his boy seductively, his hands caressing his waist. Vegas bucked his hips and pushed upwards just to play with Pete, who groaned softly at the hard hit.

Pete- “Stop that Vegas”

Pete looked at his seriously but playfully, as Vegas laughed in a deep tone.

Vegas- “Why? Aren’t these games fun to you?”

Vegas pushed upwards again, Pete bouncing slightly as his groans became louder. Vegas continued to do his sinful actions, making Pete impatient.

Pete stopped him in his tracks, holding his shoulders down to the bed

Pete- “I said stop Vegas”

He said with a slight chuckle, as he grabbed Vegas’ cock, and shoved it up himself, making himself moan loudly. Vegas stared at him in shock, mouth open in the shape of an ‘O’.

Though Pete was struggling to help himself, Vegas was still stuck in the middle. Either to watch Pete enjoy his own cock, or to pound into him like a wild beast. Vegas loved his naughty boy when he wanted him so badly.

Vegas- “You’re one of a kind love, i’ve never seen anything like it..”

Pete- “You couldn’t seen anything like it before, i was the first one to offer you an ass”

Pete talks in a flirtatious tone, his fingers grazing Vegas’ chin sedulously. Vegas’ eyes fixated on Pete, unable to break their eye-contact.

Vegas- “But..you came to me first, it’s not my fault you couldn’t wait for it”

Vegas fights back with a credulous tone, his eyebrows raised slightly as he thrusts his hips up. Pete moaned softly at the short pleasure he experienced. But that was just the start of the ride.

Pete- “Don’t you mean, you couldn’t wait for it?”

Vegas- “Wait for what?”

Pete- “Me”

Vegas- “You’re such a fuckboy”

Pete- “What a nickname…”

Pete smirked as he started to bounce on Vegas’ crotch, his cock going in and out of his ass. His prostate was taking all that pain and pleasure, well..moreover that pain which he called pleasure. Pete began to moan louder and louder, taking Vegas’ hard length well, like he always does.

Vegas started to help him, the hot pleasure becoming overwhelming already. Their bodies started to become sweaty and warm, the sound of their skin slapping against each other mixed with their loud moans and graphic actions were so entertaining to watch and hear.

Vegas- “Fuck babe, c’mon, faster for me”

Pete bounced faster and harder, getting tired from the quick pace but not of the undeniable and sensual satisfaction of Vegas’ cock smashing into him.

Vegas- “You know how to do me babe. Be a slut and work for what you want”

Pete was obsessed with Vegas’ dirty sex talk, as it was such a bliss he enjoyed. He loved hearing it loud and clear, complying to whatever he says. He knew he was a slut for Vegas, one which he himself liked the taste of.

Pete- “Augh..~ I..It’s so good, more, more love”

Vegas continuously thrusted into Pete, hearing his heavenly moans in his ear was just what he desired. Vegas’ lips were all over Pete’s neck, tasting and devouring every inch he could get. Pete deliriously bounced upon him, unable to stop himself from letting out his moans.

Pete- “Im..i’m close Vegas, please!”

Vegas didn’t stop, suiting his boyfriend’s needs just how he liked it. Vegas recklessly thrusted into Pete, taking his time to view how much he appreciated his boy. Pete opened his eyes for the first time, looking at Vegas with content and love. They kissed a little as they both came upon each other.

It wasn’t just lust between the two of them, it was infatuation and deep affection. Both Vegas and Pete shard that tender intimacy which couldn’t be compared to. They were the most important person in each other’s lives.

As they both finished off with the night, the clock turning around to 4am, they laid in each other’s embrace, unable to escape from the warmth of the night. Pete faced the window, looked beyond at the city, as Vegas put his arms around his bare waist, keeping him close.

Vegas- “You ok love?”

Pete- “Except for my legs being in pain, my ass feeling numb and my abdomen wanting to kill itself, i’m doing just fine”

Pete talked in a sarcastic tone, serious but also joking. He was in a lot of pain though.

Vegas- “I’ll give you a nice massage and bath tomorrow ok?”

Pete- “Hmm, thank you. I love you Vegas baby”

Vegas- “I love you more my fuckboy”

Pete- “Why am i a fuckboy?”

Vegas- “You love being fucked-”

Pete- “Shut up and sleep”

Vegas laughed softly as Pete rolled his eyes, being sassy. They both closed their eyes, sleeping the night away in each other's dreams.

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Thank you so much for reading my fanfiction! I’ll be back soon with another story for you to enjoy.

Requests are open! (BL’s are preferred for character development)

P.S- Thank you so much for all the support on my FF’s, i’ll continue to make many more!

See you soon my lovelies <88

-reii

[the-insomniac-emporium]

hello, me again, & I’m sorry if I missed any of your guidelines for requests—but I see that yours are open & I really like your writing! 👀👀 may I request anything fluffy/angsty with Vi/reader? (Or if you’re not writing for her anymore, literally anyone 😂) maybe reader feeling insecure & Vi reassuring them? (But if not that’s okay sjdjdkd)

First off, lemme just say asdfghjkll I meant to have this done months ago, very sorry about the wait! I got most of it done before the holidays hit and I kinda just flailed around for a bit. Also, technically I said I wouldn't be taking Arcane requests yet (because I had a bunch of ideas for Arcane fics I wanted to finish first), but I'm allowed to break my own rules, so~

To Exist Is Enough

Genre: Fluff, comfort Rating: T, maybe? There's a few mildly suggestive lines, but only in the sense that it implies/references past activities Summary: You're feeling a bit insecure today, and Vi does her best to help. Even if she can't make you love yourself right away, she can try to ease your pain. // Alternatively: Somewhat inspired by some posts I've seen talking about unlearning self hatred by starting with self tolerance- you do not have to love your body to tolerate it, to understand that it is useful, that it is a container for your mind. I am not wording this well, oop Notes: Gender neutral reader (for my fellow enbies), referenced + established issues with body image and anxiety, I'm not 100% confident on some of the dialogue, Vi calls the reader "sweets" as a pet name, Caitlyn is mentioned once but only in a friendship context

She knows- always, without fail, more often a blessing than a curse. Whenever your heart trembles, whenever doubts creep up like vines weaving themselves through the cracks of your mind, she knows. It is a sixth sense. A work of magic, almost, the way she knows your patterns as thoroughly as she knows her own. Today proves to be no different than any other, at least in this regard.

“Hey,” Vi says, her smile evident by the way it curves her tone, even within this single syllable. From where you lay, in the dark, you cannot see anything but her silhouette. She’s resting against the doorframe, peering into the bedroom with what you can only assume is gentle concern. “Mind if I turn the light on?” Murmuring your assent, you untuck yourself from your blankets, raising a tired hand to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Soon enough there’s a familiar weight next to you, and through your squinting you can make out Vi’s warm smile. As always, your heart flutters at the sight.

“G’morning,” you mumble, before shifting to rest your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder. It wouldn’t be hard to fall back asleep. There’s a comfort that comes with Vi’s presence, a sense of safety and warmth; a scent too, come to think of it. It grows stronger as you lean into her, face pressed against her neck, breathing in a heavenly mix of undercity spices and Piltovan floral soap (a moving-in gift from Caitlyn). Something about the combination suits her, and you’ve grown to love the sharp contrast. Nowhere felt as much like home as her embrace, and you are quick to lose yourself in the feeling.

“No morning kiss, sweets?” Vi eventually teases. A blush overtakes your cheeks as you sheepishly pull back just far enough to give her what she wanted. Although the kiss is brief, it is more than enough to make your heart skip a beat; and when you catch sight of Vi’s loving gaze in the aftermath? Oh, the entirety of the world was a million miles away, in that moment, nothing existed but the two of you. “Mmm,” she whispers, only daring to break the silence so that she may showcase her affection, “there’s the pretty face I missed so much. You’ve been hiding it from me all morning.”

It’s not her fault that the words make you wince, of course, but she falters all the same. Anxiety had been gnawing at your heart all morning, painfully repeating an age old worry. Your thoughts had followed this path so often, for so long, that they might as well have worn-down the very flesh of your mind, carving in deeper and deeper grooves. Escaping this cycle was something Vi endeavored to help you accomplish. Somedays you even believed her when she complimented your appearance- sometimes it just felt like she was going through the motions, consoling you because that was simply her nature.

“Hey, sweets, please look at me,” Vi says, the words knocking you out of your own head. Honestly, you hadn’t even realized that your eyes were closed. Taking a deep breath, you look back up at her, forcing yourself to give a weak smile. “There we go, that’s better. Can you unclench your jaw for me?” Her fingers gently trace along the edge of your face, and she can feel the exact moment you do as she asks, her eyes gaining a self-satisfied twinkle. Then she speaks again, the words slow, not quite hesitant, more so cautious. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You almost scoff in response. Do you want to talk about it? It. It. The elephant in the room. The big, bad, thing Better Left Unnamed. Vi was just being gentle (and you know this), but you’ve still got anger in your chest. Just not at her, not really, and you take another deep breath before allowing yourself to respond.

“What, are you going to spend another hour trying to convince me that I’m beautiful?... I’m not sure that’s what I need right now,” you answer, at last, doing your best to keep your tone as light as possible. Maybe even with a twinge of mirth. Admittedly your success is mixed, but Vi doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seems more sympathetic, and she starts rubbing gentle circles into your back as she holds you.

“I have an idea for something different,” she starts to say, leaning in close until her breath tickles your ear, “if you’re up for it.” A moment passes, then two, as a blush creeps up your face, your mind reeling with predictions for what was to come. Except Vi isn’t wearing her trademark smirk, nor are her fingers already seeking out certain sensitive spots. Whatever she has in mind… you get the feeling that it’s more than just a fun distraction.

So you nod; after all, what do you have to lose?

“Alright, sweets, lay back for me, okay? Get nice and comfortable,” Vi instructs, in a voice she normally reserves for certain activities. A mix of curiosity and excitement builds up in your chest, and you’re more than eager to do what she says. Once you start getting settled, your girlfriend explains what exactly she had in mind. “I want you to love every inch of your body the same way I do, and I know how hard it can be to get out of your own head when it comes to shit like this. You can’t force love, not even for yourself, right?

“That’s why we are going to start smaller. You are so much more than just beautiful, sweets, and I want you to be able to hold back your hate, at least a little bit. Tolerance is still better than hatred,” she says, slowly trailing her fingers along your side as she does. Then her hands wander back up, stopping to rest on your biceps. “Mmm, these? These are the arms that hold me close, night after night,” her hands slide down to your own, “and these are the hands that have touched me, caressed me. Pressed against all the right spots, soothed my aches and wrapped my wounds, working next to mine all the time.

“Now,” she continues, grinning, taking on a hint of mischief as her hands move ever downwards, “these are the legs that carried you to me, through everything that life threw at us. These are the thighs that give me a place to rest… and wrap around my-”

“Vi!” You interject, blushing heavily, knowing exactly what she was getting at. Both of you are smiling, and your objection devolves into quiet laughter. Something in your chest feels lighter than it did just a few minutes ago. “Maybe save that part for tonight, alright?” Still smiling as bright as ever, she gives a quiet hum of agreement, nodding before moving upwards. It may simply be your imagination, but you’re fairly certain that there’s a light dusting of pink on her cheeks as she speaks.

“Where were we… ah, right,” Vi chirps, tucking a finger under your chin and letting her gaze linger on your lips. Then her eyes meet yours, her thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth. For a moment you are rendered breathless. The way she was looking at you, the love and tender appreciation, the loveliest brand of desire. “These are the lips that give me good morning kisses, the mouth that tells me how you love me, that whispers all the comfort in the world when I need it.” Pausing, she places a tiny kiss on the tip of your nose before giving you a cheesy grin. “That nose? Perfect. Adorable.”

By now her energy is downright infectious. A smile dances on your lips, and you almost want to interrupt her with a kiss, but something tells you to wait a little longer.

“I could stare at those gorgeous eyes all day, sweets, but I think you already knew that,” Vi teases, taking a moment to brush her thumb across the top of your cheek, right under your eye. A lovely glint flashes in her eyes, and you just know that she’s as tempted to kiss you as you are to kiss her. But she resists, trailing her fingers down to your stomach. Instinctively you take a sharp breath at the touch. She knows your heart, however, and makes this even more gentle than before. When she speaks, it is with the whisper of devotion. A prayer dedicated to only you. “This is the stomach I wrap my arms around, the place I tie myself to at night, where I hold myself to you.”

Slowly, she shifts back upwards a small degree, finalizing her ritual with something a tad less intense.

“And this is the chest I get to lay my head on, listening to the way your heart races when we’re together. The reminder that we’re alive, and you aren’t leaving any time soon.” As she speaks, one hand rests directly over your heart, the other seeks out your own and holds tight. Pain dares to rear its ugly head for a brief, unholy second, flickering in her eyes. You know she is remembering those she has lost- and you know that she is silently promising not to lose you. The fear vanishes as quickly as it came. In its place, you find nothing but love.

“Thank you, Vi,” you say, after what feels like a couple minutes of easy quiet. Before your girlfriend can shrug off your praise, you continue, giving her hand a squeeze as you do. “I mean it, seriously. Sometimes I get stuck inside my own head… but you always seem to know how to get me back home. I’ll always love you for that. For everything you do, and everything you are.” In response, Vi gets even closer, peppering your face with kisses, then resting her face against your neck, hiding her blush from you.

“I love you too, sweets,” she mumbles, her breath tickling your throat. Her arms are right where they belong, curled around you, just as she had described. Maybe she hadn’t magically cured your ills, but she had certainly convinced you of her love, and made your self-doubt grow quieter for today. “Now c’mon,” she says after a minute or two, raising her head to look into your eyes with a lovestruck expression. “We should grab something for breakfast before it’s time for lunch.” 

And just like she had lifted the fog from over your eyes, she takes your hand and helps you up, ready to face the day by your side.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

words with(out) meaning; astarion x oc

slowly making it through bg3, just had the first night between Astarion and my oc Gleam and i am asdfgh ough. OUGH. this is everything!! also on ao3

The sound of song and lute and dance withers as the night moves on. Conversations soften and disappear, too, and it is then that Gleam finds a quiet way into the nearby grove, knowing Astarion awaits him there.

They did not imagine their night would end this way, and yet they cannot help but savour the success of it, savour Astarion's kisses on their lips, his eyelashes fluttering as Gleam's fingers draw down his chest. 

“I am glad you made good on your promise. Trust me, my love, you shall not regret a bit of it.”

Sharp tangy wine courses through their veins, burning the tip of their tongue, coating their vision with a gentle hazy reprieve. Astarion’s words slyly make it into their mind, his flirtations beguile them. Lust is pulling, tugging at them inside, burning up, and they want to be the ashes of the aftermath, but not too soon nor too quickly. 

"Pleasure. Our ecstasy." 

The words like a catalyst, their bodies together, Gleam’s hands exploring the newly offered confidence of Astarion's body. The lean muscle, the scarred back, the curve of a neck, all that is below, offered willingly. 

Even in the haze of a deep night, against the moonlight, Astarion looks celestial, yet no creature could be further from that. His eyes are wanton, his mouth is wanting, his weight atop Gleam is promising, and they move their neck in an offering, waiting impatiently for that familiar break of skin and draw of blood. 

Astarion's eyes search their face, and something brings pause to their delight. 

"Why do you look at me so, my dear?" 

"How so?" they smile, brushing knuckles against Astarion’s face.

"Like you wish to see no one else but me. Which, by the by, is not at all unwelcome, but it is a little surprising." 

Gleam laughs, drawing their sharp claws down Astarion's thigh, causing him to rut and shiver for a bare moment. 

"Maybe that's exactly it. Don't care to see anyone else right now." 

Astarion's eyes flicker, his smile withers but for a second. 

"I would certainly hope so, seeing as I have us both in a rather precarious position, quite literally." 

Gleam smiles and reaches out to pluck a dry leaf from Astarion's hair, stealing another touch against his cheek. 

Why does it feel so much more sacred and vulnerable than having his entire body? 

Hesitation, questions fill Astarion's eyes. His brows furrow, yet he does not flinch away. Gleam brings him down on themselves, kissing Astarion, sweet and deep. 

And then they are together. Unrestrained, giving and taking. The grove protects the sounds they intend for each other, the rustle of leaves softens them as they move. Gleam’s eyes close when his neck is fed upon, a sensation that always leaves them wanting more, and more they receive.

Astarion, lost in that very ecstasy he has been craving for, his mouth still reddened by sweet blood, moves to find release. He looks feral, but for someone so unrestrained, his eyes are distant and Gleam cannot help but notice that Astarion is very aware in his love making, too. 

It makes them wonder how many layers they must peel away before Astarion willingly opens his heart to them, heart and soul. And even now it spills through his movements, the real one, that which craves intimacy and love and all of it without taking something in return.

Gleam draws him closer, both arms locking Astarion in their embrace. Encouraging, soothing, whispering in his ear all the sweet nonsense that they feel in their heart, but are too scared to make it real, lest the creature in their arms runs away. 

And ecstasy locks them together entirely, forehead against forehead, Gleam's hand holding Astarion's nape and soothing him. Loving him, as terrified as they might be to admit those words. 

"My love…" Astarion moans, fingers curling into their hair. 

My love, Gleam thinks back, ready to give these words a meaning beyond pleasure. Astarion needs only take it. 

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Christmas carol poll - category: Alphonsus Liguori vs. Alphonsus Liguori

(St. Alphonsus Liguori was a lawyer-turned-priest who became bishop, and composed these Christmas carols for his diocese)

music and lyrics below the cut

You come down from the stars, O King of heaven And come to a cave in the cold and frost O my divine Child, I see you here trembling O blessed God Ah, how much it cost you to have loved us You, who are the Creator of the world, lacked clothes and fire, oh my Lord.x2 Dear chosen little child, how much this poverty makes me fall in love more and more, since love has made you poor for our sake.

When the Child was born in Bethlehem, it was night and it seemed like midday. Never have the shining and beautiful stars seen themselves like this: and the brightest went to call the Magi to the East.

Soon the birds awoke, Singing in a new form: Even the crickets with their chirps, jumping here and there; He is born, He is born, they said, the God who created us.

Even though it was winter, beautiful child, thousands of roses and flowers sprouted. Even the dry and tough hay that was placed under you, it blossomed, and it was covered with branches of flowers. In a town called Engaddi, the vineyards flourished and the grapes sprouted. My child, a tasty bunch of grapes are you; that makes the mouth sweet with love, and the heart drunk with gladness.

There were no enemies in the land, the sheep grazed with the lion; the leopard was seen playing with the goats; the bear and the calf, and with the wolf in peace the little lamb.

In short, the whole world turned upside down, the sky, the earth, the sea, and all the people. Whoever slept felt his heart jumping in his chest with joy; And he dreamed of peace and contentment.

The Shepherds were watching over the sheep, and an Angel shining brighter than the sun appeared and said to them: Don't be scared, no! There is happiness and laughter: the earth has become Paradise. For you today in Bethlehem the awaited Savior of the World was born. You will find him, you cannot be mistaken, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in the manger. Millions of Angels descended and began to sing: Glory to God and peace on earth, No more war - the King of love is born, and gives joy and peace to every heart.

The hearts of the Shepherds beat in their chests; and one to the other said: why are we waiting? - Quick, let's go, because I feel the desire I have to see the God who became a child is fading. Leaping, like wounded deer, the Shepherds ran to the Hut; there they found Mary with Joseph and my Joy; and in that Face they had a taste of Paradise.

They remained enchanted with their mouths open, for a long time without saying a word; then they made -tearing up- a sigh to give vent to their feelings. From the bottom of their hearts with a thousand gestures they expressed their love. With the excuse of offering gifts they began to slowly approach the Child, he did not refuse them, he accepted them and showed his appreciation by placing his Hands on their heads and blessing them. Gradually gaining confidence, they asked their Mother's permission: they covered the little feet with little kisses - first, and then those little hands, and lastly the Little nose and the little cheeks.

Then together they began to play and sing with the Angel and Mary, a single voice - so sweet, that Jesus said: ah aah... and then he closed those graceful eyes and fell asleep. The lullaby they sang seems to me to be the one I am now saying. But in the meantime - while I sing it, imagine being with the Shepherds near the beautiful Child. "Come sleepy from Heaven, come and put this little Child to sleep; for pity's sake, since he is little, come sleepy and don't delay. Beautiful joy of this heart, I would like to become sleep, to make you, sweet, sweet, put these beautiful eyes to sleep.

But if you made yourself a little child to be loved, only love is that sweet nap that can make you fall asleep. If so, you can go to sleep, for you this soul is beautiful and burnt. I love you, I love you... uh! this song already put you to sleep. I love you, God, my beautiful, my joy, I love you, I love you.

Then singing and playing, the Shepherds returned to the herds once again: but how can it be helped? they no longer found rest in their chests: they came and went every now and then to their dear goodness. Only hell and stubborn and obstinate sinners became afraid, because bats want to stay in the darkness, scoundrels fleeing from the sun. I too am a dark sinner, but I don't want to be hard and stubborn. I don't want to sin anymore, I want to love, I want to be with the Child like the ox and the donkey.

My little child, You are the sun of love, you shed light and even warm the sinner when he is all black and ugly as pitch, the more you keep him in mind, and you make him beautiful and shining. But You will tell me that you cried, so that the sinner would cry too. I'm wrong, ouch! if I had died an hour before sinning! You loved me, and as thanks I mistreated you! My eyes, will have to make two fountains of tears, crying to wash - to warm the little feet of Jesus; Who knows, maybe once he's calmed down he'll say to me: Come, I've forgiven you.

Lucky me if I have this good fortune! What more can I possibly want? O Mary - My hope, while I cry, I ask you: remember that you have also become the mother of sinners!

[matenrou-fan]

I really liked hitoya and jakurai love triangle can I request a part2 where reader have to make a decision and how choosing hitoya over jakurai and vice-versa would be like

Young Jakurai and Hitoya having crush on the same girl pt. 2

here!!

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

Today was a casual day at school, yet you were absolutely confused, having no idea what you should do now. There were two choices and you were thinking hard about both ways..

Firstly, you find a small piece of paper in your locker in the morning. Due to curved handwriting and tone of text it clearly was Hitoya, asking you to meet him after lessons in the back of the school. "You can not go if you don't want to. I will wait here anyway."

But as soon as you read a small note, Jakurai get closer to you. You barely had time to hide this piece of paper in your hand as he greeted you in his casual soft manner, asking if you would be free after school.

"I just wanted to talk about something.." - he smiled a little. - "Let's meet at the school gates after lessons, okay..?"

You kinda have feeling what these two boys want from you, and can't help but feel butterflies tickling your stomach. Now, who should you choose..?

-Initially he wanted to ask you in person, then realized it's too hard for him. If he wants to win you over, he needs to act cool and collected, and not blush like a fool and lose his words in front of you.

-So Hitoya give himself some time to get ready, shove a little note in your locker instead. He sure will calm down before lessons end, doesn't he?

-He even skipped the last period, already sitting here and thinking what exactly he should say.

-Yet Hitoya absolutely forgot about all his words when he noticed how you walked in his direction, with a slight blush.

-Now.. how can he stay in his character, being a harsh brat, when he's so happy from just one thought that you actually come here?!

-"Umm.. Hi.." - all he can say right now with a low voice, furrowing brows and acting like you're the one who calls him here. - "So.. I wanted to tell you.."

-Well, maybe his confession was kinda messy, as he mumbles about that you're the only one who understands him completely and he just wants to make you happy now.. But it's just Hitoya, how can he hide his embarrassment and act properly when you're so close?

-But that's why you choose him - despite Hitoya being rude and stubborn, his heart is actually pure and kind, and his soul is much deeper than he's trying to show.

-And now, when you actually become his girlfriend, he would open up to you more, trying to be the best boyfriend in the whole world.

-Hitoya doesn't have that much experience with dates but he's willing to learn more. After all, he's finally got what he wants, he's the first this time, he wins..! So he values you very much.

-Of course he would brag about this in front of Jakurai almost on a daily basis, calling you only as his girlfriend and embroidering the truth about your relationship.

-"Oh yeah, me and my girlfriends have a french kiss every time we meet each other.." - Hitoya nods and looks at Jakurai with a smirk. - "Oh, sorry, buddy, you don't know what it is, cause you don't have a girlfriend, don't you?"

-But honestly he's so happy. It's so nice to feel needed, wanted.. And Hitoya appreciates you and your love very much, with all his heart..

-He's confident, so it's not a big deal for him. Well, of course his heart was beating faster when he got so close to you and asked about this, yet Jakurai is not worried so much.

-Love cannot be forced, after all, so he will understand if you do not accept his offer. Simple fact that you allow him to treat you with gifts and dates all this time makes him happy.

-So when after school you meet him, Jakurai gets more excited than embarrassed, only his cheeks get warmer and smile wider.

-"Hello, s/o.. I'm glad that you could spare some time with me today." - voice soft and gentle as always, as he takes your arm. - "What do you think about going to a cafe?"

-Jakurai is astute, and knows how to create a special atmosphere before confessing his feelings.

-So of course he prepared a little speech explaining why he appreciates you so much and that he's ready to love and support you to the end of your days.

-That's why you choose him - because even in this situation he was collected and even playful, charming you with his deep eyes. It's like he is amused with your reaction to his confession, not the opposite.

-If you were spoiled with his gift before, now except even more, as he always has some little things to give you, which you talk about before or what just reminds him about you.

-Jakurai will not talk much about his relationship with him in school, for what? Yet he likes just to take your hand or suddenly kiss your cheek in front of your classmates just to make you blush.

-Oh, and of course.. He would try to cheer Hitoya up,

-"Everything in our lives is just an experience.." - your boyfriend nods, touching Hitoya's shoulder. - "And I'm sure next time you will succeed, as you will understand things better now."

-But you clearly can see his smile when he turns away from his friend, looking at you.

-After all, Jakurai do feel happy about finally dating you, so don't mind him. Even if he's always so calm and mysterious it doesn't mean he didn't prefer to receive a mutual feeling back. And now he's ready to do anything to make you his forever and spend your lives together.

[celiastjamesoscar]

It's YOUR birthday, we should be giving you presents. Not the other way around! But I will eat it up anyway.

I adore Sam so much. She's always making sure that Tara and everyone else is safe but deep down she enjoys seeing them be so carefree and just having fun with each other. She truly is such a softie.

Silent conversations and small glances is the typical Sam behavior. Only after proving that you can be trusted she will slowly open up and talk to you. It's all about trust, confidence and safety for her. Being vulnerable is not something that cones easy to her because people can easily exploit that, so despite trusting someone Sam will still hold back a bit until she has sorted out her own feelings first. She's not the type to make the first move but as soon as someone else does, after proving that you can be trusted, she won't let go again.

(Sam would love it even more if R did something else with her lips)

I love that Sam is such a big gay disaster here. Blushing, getting flustered and being shy. She's so adorable my heart can't take it.

SAMS HANDS NEED TO BE IN A MUSEUM BECAUSE HELLO LOOK AT THEM! SO VEINY, LONG AND SOFT.

Sam is a mystery. How can she be a grumpy old man and a cute sweet girl at the same time?? I need answers.

OMG SUBMISSIVE SAM!! YES PLEASE. I truly believe that in a relationship Sam would definitely be submissive a lot of times. Just letting herself be completely vulnerable, getting bossed around and just being a loving and catering girlfriend. All because she wants to make her partner happy.

Okay. Wow. THE CLEXA FEALTY SCENE. AAAAHHH I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU INCLUDED IT. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT ABOUT WHEN TARA SAID IT. You, my dear, are officially the Gay Queen and I swear fealty to you.

Sam looked so hot when she smoked in Scream. I don't know why but she was SO sexy.

The Clexa scene took me out. But this story was so amazing!! A slightly submissive, shy and soft Sam is incredible. She's just so caring and the most cuddle worthy person ever. I still can't get over how well you manage to capture Sammys character while putting your own twist on it. Your writing is just so captivating!

I don't know what time it is for you but I hope you had a wonderful birthday so far and will continue to have a great day!

I love spoiling you guys with fics and it had been awhile since I last posted one, so I wanted to make up for it on my birthday!!

I completely agree that silence conversations and small glances is all the acknowledgment you would get from Sam for the first few months. Homegirl has deep trauma and refuses to admit that, and she will not let her guard down that easily

I wanted to make a different Sam than the one I normally include in fics, and I kind of liked writing her as a gay disaster??? I’ll probably go back to writing her as a soft asshole just because it’s more fun and adds angst tho

Sam is a mystery that I would love to explore some time 😩

Submissive Sam supremacy!!!!!! She spins around in my head like a microwave everyday and she refuses to leave

I’ve wanted to include a clexa scene in several fics, and I couldn’t wait any longer!!! It was originally going to be in my ‘Exile’ fic with Wednesday as a confession of love, but I feel like it would have been too out of place. Also, Clexa completely ruined my life and I have not been the same since I watched that show

It’s just now 9 pm for me, and I’m getting for bed. I love your reviews so much, and thank you so much for doing what you do!!! I love you! <3

[living-for-jesus-and-telenovelas]

As Certain as the Dawn

We’ve all experienced those never-ending nights when sleep eludes us. In our tired state, the darkness seems to intensify problems and make even the smallest issues urgent matters. What didn’t bother us in the light now consumes us in the dark. A racing mind doesn’t invite slumber and instead of sleeping, we find ourselves waiting for rest to arrive and/or waiting for the night to end. In these dark hours, I’ve been guilty of worrying about a lot of things; but never once have I worried that the sun wouldn’t rise; even the darkest night must give way to the day.

As our current culture continues to disregard God’s laws and walks further away from Him, the darker our world becomes. As Christians, we aren’t exempt from worry if we forget in the dark what we learned in the light. Now more than ever, we must trust in Jesus and press on to know Him more through prayer and spending time in the Bible. As we take hold of God’s promises, we can claim His supernatural peace. When our spiritual eyes are opened, the darkness must bow to the light which enables us to rest with confidence that the “night” will end. Hebrews 11:1 assures us that our faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. The world may be dark, but when we see through the eyes of faith, we can rejoice in hope instead of being held captive by fear.

God, in His goodness, reminds us every morning that the sun is victorious over darkness. As we actively wait for the glorious return of Jesus, may our hearts find rest because soon the Son will return to chase the darkness away forevermore.

PRAY:
Dear Lord, We are so thankful that You are the light of the world that has overcome the darkness. As Your children, help us to reflect You well by shining brightly as we wait for Your return.

REFLECT:
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” - Martin Luther King

“So let us know, let us press on to know the Lord. His going forth is as certain as the dawn; And He will come to us like the rain, Like the spring rain watering the earth.””

‭‭Hosea‬ ‭6‬:‭3‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”

‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11‬:‭1‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

“For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭30‬:‭5‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

““Behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward is with Me, to render to every man according to what he has done.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭22‬:‭12‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬

[god-whispers]

jul 27

God is waiting on us

"and therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you...blessed are all they that wait for him." isa 30:18

i know many of you are already beginning to think we have once again been disappointed in our expectations.  perhaps that is the way it will turn out, but i would remind everyone - there is still time on the clock.  i would remind everyone that we said to watch the few next succeeding days.  we are still in the "season" and all the signs that pointed to it have not gone away.

if anything, i am seeing an intensifying of some of them and new ones besides.  no.  i will never quit expecting.  when labor has commenced it is too late for anyone to say, "i've changed my mind."  delivery is going to ensue.  maybe just a few more pains and pushes.  (women may need to explain that to men and childless ones.)

we must not only think of our waiting upon God, but also of something more wonderful still - God’s waiting on us.  the vision of Him waiting on us, will give new impulse and inspiration to our waiting on Him.  it will give us unspeakable confidence that our waiting cannot be in vain.

let us seek even now, at this moment (in the spirit of waiting on God), to find out something of what it means.  He has inconceivably glorious purposes concerning every one of His children.  and you ask, “how is it, if He waits to be gracious, that even after i come and wait on Him, He does not give the help i seek, but waits on longer and longer?”

God is a wise husbandman.  "therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord.  see how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain." james 5:7

He cannot gather the fruit till it is ripe.  He knows when we are spiritually ready to receive the blessing to our profit and His glory.  waiting in the sunshine of His love is what will ripen the soul for His blessing.  waiting under the cloud of trial, that breaks in showers of blessings, is as needful.  be assured that if God waits longer than you could wish, it is only to make the blessing doubly precious.

"God waited four thousand years, till the fullness of time, ere He sent His Son.  our times are in His hands; He will avenge His elect speedily; He will make haste for our help, and not delay one hour too long." — andrew murray

"then believed they his words; they sang his praise.  they soon forgot his works; they waited not for his counsel; but lusted exceedingly in the wilderness, and tempted God in the desert.  and he gave them their request; but sent leanness into their soul." psa 106:12-15  if our day "seems" postponed, it is only for a time and for a reason.

we read of moses, that “he endured, "as seeing him who is invisible."  exactly the opposite was true of the children of israel in this record.  they endured only when the circumstances were favorable; they were largely governed by the things that appealed to their senses, instead of resting in the invisible and eternal God.

in the present day there are those who live intermittent Christian lives because they have become occupied with the outward, and center in circumstances, instead of centering in God.  God wants us more and more to see Him in everything, and to call nothing small if it bears us His message.

here we read of the children of israel, “then they believed his words.”  they did not believe till after they saw — when they saw Him work, then they believed.  they really doubted God when they came to the red sea; but when God opened the way and led them across and they saw pharaoh and his host drowned — then they believed.

they led an up and down life because of this kind of faith; it was a faith that depended upon circumstances.  this is not the kind of faith God wants us to have.  the world says “seeing is believing,” but God wants us to believe in order to see.  the psalmist said, "i would have lost heart, unless i had believed that i would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living." psa 27:13

our hope is not dashed,  it is only delayed, and yet, still coming before most think it will.

i do not ask my cross to understand, my way to see — better in darkness just to feel Thy hand, and follow Thee.

we believe on when faith is all we have to hold us up.  "faith is to believe what we do not see, and the reward of this faith is to see what we believe." st. augustine

look upon another day delayed as another day to reach another soul; to restore one who has strayed from the "narrow way."  God's knows the end from the beginning and we must trust He will make it so.  "did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?" john 11:40  so what is our mission?  the same as it's always been.  we watch.  we wait.  we occupy.  we do what we know to do.  we still see the day approaching and today we are closer than yesterday.

[thvnderr]

Hers was once a face that represented comfort, hope and a light at the end of the tunnel. "If someone like her can trust me —," Lynx used to think, "then I cannot be that bad of a person, right?" He would tell her of a place he had found, of the best coffee hidden inside a dingy bar that only opens at ungodly hours in the basement of an art gallery. The puppy would grab her hand; hers delicate, soft and taken care of. Meanwhile his was rarely clean, chipped nail polish, rough on the palms and the knuckles; he knew no kindness, but for her, Lynx was willing to learn.

A dynamic that stayed as friendship, even when she owned the sighs of his heart. When he would offer that cup of coffee and wait with expectant eyes as her lips touched the beverage. A big grin at her reaction and stars taking a swim in the dark of his eyes. Hopes and plans were soon shattered when she entered the courtroom. His original confident self was kicked to the depths of hell as she stated her testimony against him. Seven years in a shithole had been nothing in comparison to the heartbreak he felt at that instant.

His name was foreign on her tone, even with the venom spilling from behind his fangs, a spine drilled into his heart at the formalities he was forcing her upon. The warm spark of their past had been stomped on and buried six-feet-down.

Bah. Excuses.

Lynx felt the rage pool in his heart, squeeze it out of any compassion or love he once held for her. Seeing her struggling to speak, looking to the ground would have easily moved him to his knees in the past, but now? "Wow", he scoffed. "You're such a great actor. Tone's similar to the one used at court." No warning before he threw the jab. "Kittiya... Kittycat..." her own pet name feeling like burning iron at the back of his throat "You want to fix this?" Voice in a higher pitch as skepticism spat at the air. "I don't think there's anythin' to fix, doll. Very much picked your side back then. You were scared? Holy shit! The princess was scared!" a dry chuckle left his lips, expression full of amusement before it soon dropped dramatically as he closed the space between them, noses brushing as the permanent sadness of his eyes was extinguished by rage and rage alone. "Well, how do you think I was fucking feeling, hm?" aggressive whispers fanned at her face. "I spent eight years taking care of myself while you were doing exactly what? Ah, right... enjoying your fucking freedom. Burying your rich ass in daddy's money while I cried and rotted in a fucking cage and WHY?! Because the baby was young and scared." Lynx takes a couple of steps back, spitting on the ground that separated both of them now. "Fuckin' liar" the ex-convict hissed, "there's no fixin' this. You can't give me back my time, my plans, my future." More words said between clenched teeth. "If there's anythin' you can do is leaving me the fuck alone. Go the fuck back to whatever fucking hole you crawled out from and for everybody's sake... stay in there."

Here's a riddle: how do you say I'm sorry and I love you in the same sentence?

What about: you're the only one who ever accepted me for who I am and I betrayed you?

Perhaps it is said in the longing; the endless distance between them that had nothing to do with measurement and everything to do with the hands? Hands — how he'd once grasped hers as her bodyguard trailed them, a mischievous grin on his features and beam on hers. He hadn't hesitated to grab hers, and she hadn't hesitated to tighten her fingers around his grasp. Meaning, I trust you. Meaning, Don't let me go.

Perhaps if Kittiya were less of a coward, she would tell him that she regretted listening to her family. Would tell him that she should've trusted her instinct — after all, he had seen through the glitter and carefully practiced false pretenses; he had chosen to be her friend not for her family nor her wealth — but simply because it was her. Wasn't it the bare minimum that she would do the same? Her fingers curled around the flute of champagne, if only for something else to hold onto.

Perhaps if she were less of a coward, she would say this: I haven't felt like myself ever since I betrayed you.

I don't know what to do with my hands when they're just hands.

"Lynx." There was a pleading in her tone that her family would've frowned upon, his given name sounding unfamiliar on her lips when she'd only ever used his pet name during their friendship. Once, she'd been afraid of going against her family; of what they would say if she defended him. But now? The hatred in his eyes; the poison in his words. Whatever her family could have said — it wouldn't be worse than this. "All those years ago — I was young. I was scared. I shouldn't have listened to them, but—" Kitty choked on the words, gaze moving to the ground in front of them. "What can I do to fix this?" Or am I eight years too late? Please don't say it's too late.

[mosscreektarot]

Pick a Pile: A Message from Your Soul Mate

From top to bottom, and left to right there are 4 groups. Pick the image you feel drawn to, or can't stop looking at. Take your time.

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Group 1: Top Left

Oracle Card: 

Energetic Clearing: “During crises, the Holy One Herself may be emptying you of fear and attachments, preparing you to receive Her luminous Plan." 

You are stepping into your power. It's frightening and painful. But, you have an iron will and are learning that practicing discipline is KEY for getting where you need to be. Your fiery wit and sharp sense of humor are admired by all. 

Be strong my love. The time of suffering is nigh over. A new dawn has risen. Fear not feeling lost, for you are creating your own way. 

Focus on your career at this time~your well-being, energy, and confidence are boosted by your success. You’ve got this! 

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Group 2: Top Right

Oracle Card: 

Acceptance: "Radical Acceptance in the Now opens the Flow"

You may have been drawn to Group one’s photo as well, in which case group one’s message is also for you. The Queen of Wands appears in this spread as the first card again, staring straight ahead.

You know what you want and you are going for it. You’re present, resilient, kind, and the next 6 months will be blooming for you. Romance is in the air, and it’s high time we meet, my darling. 

Take care of your home and hearth. Recharge. Enjoy your times of quiet contemplation, for as life changes, so too your idea of peace. 

Sometimes you bite off more than you can chew, and it gets you so riled up! Pause before you act, take a breath, accept that fate has the best life in store for us, and enjoy the little moments. 

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Group 3: Bottom Left

Oracle Card: 

Grounded: “Many of the most evolved beings on earth are “regular” folks living with joy, dignity, and courage.” 

Passion. So much passion and love is in store for us, honey. The life we always dreamt of, happiness, laughter, and adventure. The world is our oyster, and we just need to crack the shell of knowing one another. 

Time and distance have kept us apart, but our waiting will soon be over. 

5 months of hardship for a lifetime of happiness. 

Do not let fear make you reckless. Forgive your mistakes; we are all imperfect human beings on a wild and mysterious planet. Cosmic star, death cannot keep us apart. I await thee. 

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Group 4: Bottom Right

Oracle Card:

Divine Flow, Rx: “Eventually, one sublime desire takes precedence over all others: to follow the Tao, the Divine Flow, at all costs.”

Saddle up, sad one. I’ve got a lot to say to you. You’ve been burned recently. Your heart’s on fire. Life isn’t going your way, and never seems to be progressing or changing. 

You’re moving forward. 

One step at a time. 

Don’t lose sight of your artistic endeavors. The light shines more brightly when it touches your skin. You are a star, a luminosity so mysterious and beautiful I marvel to behold you. 

Find balance. Ease into it. Create routines in your life and rituals you stick to. Fill your own cup. Stop worrying about if, how, when, and start doing. Find your flow. 

You can’t resist the universe. 

[fangirlshrewt97]

Tale As Old As Time... (Part 4)

Well the response to this fic continues to overwhelm. I cannot remember the last time my brain was producing this much seratonin and dopamine. I am over the moon, truly thanks to each and every one of you who has taken the time to read and comment on this story. All the love you are sending my way is being sent straight into my brain and converted into more of this story. I still do not know how long this story will be, but rest assured we are still very much at the start. 

And before we go to today’s chapter, I just need everyone to please go and see @ssabriel’s absolutely insane and breathtaking masterpiece rendition of a scene from Part 1, which can be found here. 

Thank you for reading all this, now onto the story...

Full work Ao3 Link.

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Bhairava dropped like a puppet with its strings cut as soon as the door slammed behind the King. He gripped at table’s edge as he tried to control his panicked breathing. What the hell had he been thinking?

He ran a hand through his hair, wincing as his scalp pulled at the harsh treatment. He could feel phantom fingers still threaded through the strands.

He felt his heart racing, and saw his hands trembling. He covered his face, closing his eyes. Only to open them when those furious onyx eyes flashed behind his eyelids.

Since he had stepped into the dining room he had been unsure whether he was walking towards his death. Those eyes had rendered his mind blank, and he had moved out of habit.

God help him, what was going to happen next? He glanced up at the feast in front of him, barely touched. At his own plate, which did not look nearly as inviting. At the King’s full plate.

Why hadn’t he just kept his mouth shut?

Those eyes. It had been those eyes. They were even darker than he had been dreaming about. He had felt stripped bare, utterly helpless and powerless against their fire. He had felt every inch the prey, but all he had wanted to do was tilt his throat in submission.

He reached his hand out blindly, finding the goblet the King had filled for him and downed it in one go. It was sweet and heavy, and made the world go woozy for a second.

His hands were still shaking when he set the cup down. He struggled to stand upright, to not let his knees buckle.

He looked to the door the King left through. He doubted the man would return.

Bhairava turned and walked through his usual entrance, keeping his head ducked as the guards silently took him up to his rooms. They switched the paths constantly, and the corridors looked just similar enough that Bhairava was not able to draw any kind of mental map about his route to or from his room.

The door shut behind him, and he stood lost in the threshold. He went to the balcony, biting his lip to keep from crying out as the cold wind bit into his skin. He was barefoot, and the stone floor was cold as ice. Still he walked to the edge. If he leaned forward he could make out part of the city. The tall gopura of the main Shiva temple. The walls that stretched between the small mountain pass which gave entry into the city.

All these days he spent waiting to see if the wolf would chase him, if the viper would strike him when he got distracted. And ultimately he poked the beast. Ultimately, he had been willing to be caught. He had practically offered himself on a platter. Was he to die tomorrow? Would the King start a war after he killed him? Would he keep him alive and make him watch?

He clawed at his face. He had taken a knife to a King! He was lucky the man hadn’t broken his neck then and there.

He paused. The King hadn’t broken his neck. He could have though. So easily. With his broad hands, each of which could easily wrap around Bhairava’s throat. Could have killed him with the strength he had displayed as he had yanked Bhairava up with barely a grunt, like he barely weighed anything.

Bhairava was a soldier, and young, and strong. He was fast and clever and confident in his skills.

But the King? Bhairava shivered for a reason entirely unrelated to the cold. In fact he felt warmth take over his chest as he recalled the way the King’s touch seemed to burn.

The King was …menacing. An aura around him akin to the most deadly predator.  He was large, with shoulders that dwarfed Bhairava’s own, and a chest as wide as a tree trunk. His every move was filled with surety, and his attitude made it clear he knew he was the most powerful person in that room. There was no doubt he was also  the most dangerous person in the room. In any room. He did not need a crown, or to be bedecked in gold and diamonds, wearing loud silks and heavy embroidery for anyone to recognize him for what he was.

Bhairava retreated into the room when his teeth started to chatter, his feet feeling like blocks of ice.

He wandered into the bathroom. The waters were lukewarm, but it was still blissful after the bitter cold of the balcony. He stripped out of his clothes, sinking into the waters with a groan. He inhaled a deep breath and dunked into the water.

Onyx eyes like a new moon night with no stars flashed in his mind.

He gasped as he shot out of the water, coughing as he tried to expel some water he had accidentally swallowed. He leaned over the marble stairs, staring at the distorted reflection that rippled as water dripped from his hair. For just a second, the reflection seemed to change to resemble the King’s face.

Bhairava dragged a hand down his face, ending by slapping it against the small puddle. He pulled himself out of the water, drying himself before entering the bedchamber. He pulled out one of the dhotis he had discovered in the back of the shelves, and a cotton kurta, dressing quickly. He rubbed the towel through his hair vigorously, wringing out as much water as possible.

The room was already cooling faster as a result of how long Bhairava had stayed out with the balcony doors open. He made his away across the room to crawl under the covers. Then stilled. He glanced at the silk rope that held the curtains against the posts. He untied them, breath still coming out in gasps as one by one the heavy curtains blocked out the world outside. Even the light seemed unable to penetrate the thick material.

He sat in the middle of the bed, hands curling into the soft blankets. He closed his eyes, despite not being able to see anything anyways. He shivered when he felt a palm threading itself through his hair. A finger running down his cheek.

And there, in a dark bubble of his own creation, Bhairava let himself reach between his legs, onyx eyes watching over him from inside his own head.

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When Bhairava woke the next morning, it was to a pounding headache and complete disorientation. Sweat was sticking to his skin and the bed smelled of …

Bhairava shot up, mortified as the memory of last night filtered into his sleep-hazy brain.

What the hell was wrong with him? He crawled to the edge of the bed, misjudging the length and ended up nearly sprawling on the floor as he tripped on the bed’s canopy curtains. The sudden influx of light blinded him temporarily, as he blinked rapidly to adjust.

He clutched at the bedsheets he had dragged over the side, as he fought to orient himself, taking deep breaths till the world came into focus. The room… looked the same. The lights from the high arched mosaic windows radiated heat. Just how long had Bhairava slept?

He found his customary breakfast tray had been placed on the table instead of by his bed. Just as well, with what had just happened, that tray would have likely ended up on the floor.

Vigorously rubbing his hands against his face, he slapped himself for good measure.

Last night…last night were the delusions of a madman facing down the noose. Nothing else.

Onyx eyes flashed in his mind again. He whimpered. God help him.

He somehow amassed the will to get up and bathe again, changing into the usual cotton tunic and pants he had been left. Except this time there were accompanied by a sturdy pair of slippers. Since he had come, he had only been wearing the same soft-soled black slippers. He toweled at his hair.

A knock at the door startled him. Clutching at the towel, he approached the door. No one had yet knocked before.

He tried the door handle. Gasped when he found it swinging open.

The advisor stood on the other side. A tall man in a turban stood behind him. He raised an eyebrow at Bhairava’s state of dress, making the younger man blush. “The King has said you are to be shown around the capital. It is not a task that can be accomplished in one day, nor do I have that much time to spare as a caretaker. This is Tapan, he will be your escort. You will listen to what he says. If you attempt to escape, you will not like the consequences. Are we clear?”

For the second time in as many days, Kala Bhairava felt his head spin. He had been so certain he would not get to see sunset today, but now he was to see the city? What did that even mean?

A snap focused his attention back to Kaaka who let the slightest hint of annoyance slip past his impassive mask. “Get ready quickly. Wear something appropriate of a guest of a king.”

Kaaka turned sharply and walked away. Tapan was staring curiously at him, but maintained his soldier’s pose, straight backed and arms folded behind him.

He inclined his head. “My lord.”

Bhairava choked. “I am no lord! Just, just call me Bhairava. Please.”

Tapan looked confused for a minute, before nodding hesitantly. “As you wish my- Bhairava garu.”

Bhairava made a helpless sound and left the door cracked open as he stumbled to the wardrobe. What was going on right now? He stopped before the mirror.

He slapped himself once to make sure he wasn’t actually already dead and having some bizarre afterlife hallucination.

Damn it.

Bhairava removed the clothes he had been wearing, quickly changing into a long sleeved yellow kurta and white pyjamas. He grabbed one of the white scarfs to tie into a sash around his middle. Remembering the slippers he had been left that morning, he wore them, and went to the door.

Tapan was outside, leaning against the railing with his eyes closed. He was wearing a green kurta with a red and black vest, with a black sash tied around his middle. His turban matched the maroon of his vest. His pants were simple black cotton, and he wore similar study slippers. His black hair was completely covered by the turban. He had a handsome face, straight nose and sharp cheeks. Fierce look about it. Not the kind you would want to brawl.

At the sound of the door, he turned to see Bhairava, before frowning. “You will leave your hair like that?”

Bhairava ran a hand through his locks. “What do you mean?”

“It is customary here for men to tie their hair up in at least half a turban when they go outside. But if you do not wish to, I suppose you do not need to.”

“Oh,” Bhairava said dumbly. “I-uh, do not think I have any cloths to use as turbans?”

Tapan scratched his head. “Would it be alright if I checked? I can’t imagine Maharaj did not leave you some.”

“Maha…” Bhairava blinked as he stepped to the side, allowing the taller man to enter the room. As Tapan searched through the wardrobe, Bhairava’s mind raced. The King had chosen these clothes he had been wearing? Why? Did that mean these belonged to him? But no, they wouldn’t fit him. The jewellery then? It certainly was finer than anything he could have owned.

Bhairava was deep in thought when Tapan emerged with a victorious grin, a shimmering golden cloth in his hand. “See, I knew Maharaj would have left you a few pieces, there is a whole pile of them in the upper shelf. Do you want me to tie it for you?”

Bhairava flushed faintly as he grabbed the cloth. “No need, I know how to do it.”

Tapan shrugged. “Let me know when you are done.”

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The last time Bhairava had stepped foot outside the palace had been to bid Mithravinda goodbye. The day had been gloomy and cold. Today the sun was shining down on them, a warm heat that made him want to curl up and sleep. In the light of the midday sun, the palace looked less menacing too, the black stone instead turning to a slate grey that gave the place a look of antiquity.

The guards stared at him as he walked with Tapan, but didn’t say anything. Bhairava glanced at his escort. He was taller than him by a good head, and obviously a trained guard, with the way his eyes were constantly scanning their surroundings. He held himself in a deliberately relaxed position, and his sash hung down his left side. Bhairava would bet anything Tapan was carrying at least a small knife if not a short machete.

“So, do you have somewhere you want to start?”

“Uh…Bhairava blanked. Start? He still had no idea what was the purpose of this whole charade. “Nothing in particular.”

Tapan shrugged. “Would you mind if we went to the market then? My sister’s birthday is coming up and I still have not bought her anything. Not had a lot of time.”

“Sure.” Bhairava agreed, relieved to not have to choose.

Tapan walked at a slow pace, not complaining as Bhairava trailed behind him, gaping at everything around him. Bhairava had just extrapolated his thoughts about the kingdom from the brief period he had spent hunting down the princess’s location. That had always been in the cover of the night.

But now, in the morning, the city was a thriving metropolis, filled with people haggling and joking. A few drunks being kicked out of a drinking establishment that Tapan shooed away. Kids shrieking with laughter as they chased after some equally delighted puppies. Mothers rocking their babies, and old men sitting in verandas, chewing pan as they gazed at the rest of them. Where was the miserable hell?

“Just around this turn.” Tapan mused before leading them into a massive open square. A long shadow fell over them, Bhairava leaning his head back to see the top of the magnificent temple gateway.

“Tapan garu?” Bhairava asked as they passed the massive wooden gates of the temple. He could spy a large horde of people stringing up flowers and positioning diyas around the temple scaffolds. “Is there a function about to happen?”

Tapan stopped, turning to look at him puzzled. “It will be Shivaratri tomorrow, Bhairava garu.”

“Shiv- already?” Bhairava muttered, mentally doing a quick calculation. He had already been here two weeks. “That’s what they are decorating the temple for?”

Tapan hummed. “King Raavan is as big a devotee of Shiva as the original King Raavana. He insists that Shivaratri be celebrated grandly each month. It’s also the one night a month he will come down to the city without fail. He leads the poojas.”

Bhairava felt stunned. “I…I didn’t realize he was so… religious.”

“No one expects him to be. He is a strong believer in Mahadev, but he doesn’t show it through vibooti or sindhoor. But you should see this city during the days leading up to Mahashivaratri. It is stunning.”

“Yes…I can see that.” Bhaivara agreed. “What else happens during Shivaratri?”

“There is always a feast at the temple, the King orders the palace cooks to help out and prepare enough food to feed the city. No one goes hungry on those nights. For the newborns, they are given a silver coin on their first Shivaratri. There are dance performances that last well into the night, as well as concerts. In other parts of the city, plays are performed.”

“And this happens every month?” Bhairava clarified.

Tapan grinned widely at him. “Only since King Raavana took the throne. In the start it was overwhelming and almost felt like too much. People were…suspicious of the reason, but now everyone looks forward to it.

Ah, here we are.”

Bhairava stayed quiet as he processed all these new revelations. Tyrant king or generous devotee? Terrifying man or kind ruler? Imposing stranger…or alluring … something?

Who exactly was King Raavana? And why did Bhairava feel so desperate to unravel the enigmatic man?

The questions continued to swirl in his head long after he had returned to the palace. Tapan had been a considerate guide, though it had been evident Bhairava’s mind was elsewhere. Bhairava had dreaded what would await him at dinner, and tried to tamp down the disappointment of being met with only the advisor sitting at his usual place, the King nowhere in sight.

He dreamed of onyx eyes and strong hands again. He let himself go where his heart wished, desiring an understanding of the situation above all else.  

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I guess this was more tension building than moving the plot forward. I promise Part 5 will be a lot more fun. 

P.S I tried to catch myself whenever I wrote/referenced the Tamil name for something rather than the Telugu, but if there are other cultural things I have missed, please let me know. 

Feedback is appreciated.

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a reader treating their S/O's wounds after a fight/accident. Possibly with Diluc, Kaeya, and Albedo? Thank you so much I absolutely love your writing :D

^ I love Albedo so much - silly little forgetful genius 

Warning -> cleaning injuries, playful/joking 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology  

Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo⚘

Diluc

Diluc would be pretty angry if he got hurt. It doesn’t matter hoe either, it could be because he was out protecting the city or found himself in a fight, but his pride would be hurt the most if it was because of an accident 

He’d beat himself up for being careless and not paying attention - don’t mistake his terrible mood for being annoyed at you, it’s all turned inward 

“This is a pretty bad cut.” You take his arm in your hand and look over the wound. It’s hard to tell, but it looks as if it spans from his triceps to his upper bicep. The blood has soaked into his shirt and when you go to examine the rip he pulls away from you. 

“You don't need to fuss with it.” 

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

“Of course I do.” You reach back out to him but he pushes your hand away which makes you huff. It was admirable how much he did and how hard he fought for others, but sometimes his pride got in the way of what was best. You wished he would let those walls down easier. 

Diluc was always so much for you - in everything he did you couldn’t keep yourself together and you felt your body tingle from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your feet. You loved him and sometimes it was painful 

“Still, it needs to be treated.” You reached for him for the third time and his hesitancy began to slip. Carefully, you unbuttoned his shirt, keeping a close watch on his facial expressions. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is turned into a frown but he isn’t fighting you. Once you get enough of it unbuttoned, you slide it over his shoulder, and, as if you could forget, you catch sight of his beautiful skin. The muscles around his eye scrunched as you slide the sleeve of his shirt over the injury. “Sorry.” 

You’d seen him many times before, but the air in your lungs always escaped when you did, there was something beautiful about him with his shirt half off - how it accentuated his chest and back muscles, the way his vibrant hair complemented his dark shirt and pale skin 

You began to clean his wound. First, you wiping it with a cloth, making sure to use a gentle touch so as to not irritate the skin anymore before applying the medicinal cream you often kept on hand. 

Even as your eyes looked over the injury, you couldn’t help but glance at his face and look for any sign of discomfort. Soon, you found your gaze trailing down his neck and over his chest. It was unbelievable how attractive he was, and you couldn’t understand that out of everyone, he chose you. 

You rummaged through the medical supplies until your hands found the bandages. Shifting closer to Diluc and resting his hand against your outer thigh you began to wrap his injury as carefully as you could. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” 

“Not particularly, all that you need to know is the issue has been dealt with.” His chin rested in his free hand and he avoided your eyes. 

“Hmm. I’m not surprised, you’re more than capable. I’m nearly done.” You wrapped his arm a few more times for good measure before clipping the bandages together with one of the small metal clasps. “That should do. We should change the bandages tomorrow, but I don’t think you’ll lose the arm.” You chuckle and bend to your side, the items in the medical kit a disorganized mess and you work quickly to get them back in order. When you sit back up Diluc is still sitting in the chair in front of you, which you didn’t expect. 

You open your mouth to say something but stop when he turns to you. He runs his fingers against the side of your head, pushing strands of your hair over your ear. His hand rests there for a second, his thumb sliding across your cheek and you feel the goosebumps climb up your back and over your shoulders, seeping into your heart. 

“I’ll be more careful next time.” His eyes shift back and forth between your own, his face haloed by fiery hair. 

“Mhm.” You nod and he releases you. You gaze at him as he stands by the dresser and works his way into a fresh shirt. 

Kaeya

Kaeya loves being pampered by you - he cannot get enough of your touch anyway, and when you care for him, clean him up - all your attention on him - well he gets kind of a big head 

“How many times have I told you to be more careful.” You scold him as you position yourself behind the chair. 

“At this point, I’ve lost count.” He bent backward and tilted his head until he could look up at you. Even though the two of you had been together for some time, he still found ways to set your veins on fire. 

He looked at you and at this angle, you were given a perfect view of his neck and chest. You couldn’t help but notice the discolored skin where he had been injured in battles past. He may be quick on his feet, but he was still human. 

As nimbly as he could, he wrapped one of his arms around your back and pulled you close to him. 

“Who needs to worry about being safe when they have their own personal nurse.” You laughed and leaned down to place a quick kiss on his forehead. He hummed and the sound warmed your chest.

“I might be out of a job if you don’t be more careful.” You traced your fingers up his neck and along his jawline before giving him a gentle pat against his ear. “Now lean up so I can work.” 

He complied, returning his arm to rest on his legs and you settled back over his shoulder. With a light touch, you gripped onto his bicep and pushed it further into the light. The injury, while painful looking, didn’t seem to be too dangerous. 

Kaeya was cocky - sometimes more than he should be, and while he was perfectly capable of keeping himself out of harm's way, he didn’t know everything all the time 

Taking care of him like this was intimate in its own way. He wanted to be close to you and normally his hands were the ones trailing their way across your skin, but when these situations came up you had more justification to touch him without reservation 

The cut stretched across his shoulder blade, almost as if a blade was deflected from striking him in the back. You grabbed the cloth from the warm tub of water and wring it out until there were only a few drops coming off of it. Wrapping it around your hand so you have more control, you slip your pointer and middle finger into the cloth and hold it together in your palm, this way you can clean the skin around the cut more efficiently. 

You admire how flawless his skin is as you clean the blood. You hope this doesn’t leave a lasting scar, but honestly, it wouldn’t be the first and unlikely to be the last. As carefully as you could, you begin to clean the edges of the injury. When you hear him suck in the air quickly you stop. 

“Ah, did that hurt?” 

“Heh, nothing I can’t handle.” He laughs in good humor and shifts a bit in the chair. 

“Oh, so I can stop being so gentle then?” 

“Now hold on.” He begins to turn around, his confident smile already slipping. 

“I’m kidding.” You reassure him with a snicker, placing your hand on the side of his arm. “Be a good patient and relax.” 

You finish cleaning his wound and covering it with the healing ointment before working on placing the bandage. Thankfully, the Knights always had everything on hand so it made the whole process quick and relatively painless. 

“I think we are good.” You pack away the items and place them back into the medical cabinet, the door closes with a satisfying click. Walking over to the small refreshment table you pour water into a cup and make sure you take both it and the pain medication back to Kaeya. As you make your way back to him he’s already putting his shirt back on, a shame really. “Here, these should help with the pain.” 

You hold out your hand to him and wait for him to finish. When he turns around and his eyes land on the pills in your hand he smirks. 

“I know another way to alleviate pain.” He walks toward you and you already feel the urge to roll your eyes. 

“And what is that?” 

“Kissing.” He looks down at you and pulls at your shirt. He closes his eyes and leans down to your face but you hold him off. 

“Hey now. Why don’t you take these and then we can talk.” You knock your knuckles onto his slightly exposed chest and with a huff he concedes. Quickly, he takes the medicine in his hands and tosses them in his mouth, you offer him the water but he doesn’t take it. “Good jo…” He cuts you off. His lips connecting with yours and his hands pulling you close. 

He pulls away and looks at you, “See, my way is so much better.” 

“Cheeky.” You poke back and fail in your attempt to get away from his lips. 

Albedo 

He’s taken care of himself for so long that it’s still a shock sometimes to have someone dote on him as much as you do - you’re always around to help him and he’s starting to find your company quite enjoyable 

Here’s the kicker - Albedo wouldn’t notice if he had been injured until way later - so when you react loudly near him he doesn’t completely follow nor understand what has made you so upset

“Albedo! What happened?” You reach out to his face and when he disconnects from the papers that have kept his attention for so long you see the confusion in his eyes. 

“Y/N, sorry. I’m not sure I know what you mean.” 

“You have a cut on your face.” You brush his hair away from his forehead and shake your head as you see the cut across his brow. 

He reached up and touched his head, when he pulled his hand back to his line of sight and saw the blood on his fingertips his reaction was calm. “Well, this is a surprise.” 

You turn around and walk toward one of the cabinets in the research facility. It wasn’t uncommon for small accidents like these to happen here. Often, the experiments would become quite volatile or their reactions unexpected. You pulled the items from the shelf and remembered the time an unfortunate student lost his eyebrows. 

Quickly, you made your way back to Albedo’s side and placed the medical box on the counter next to you. As you rummage through the items in the box you start to talk to yourself, narrating out everything you were doing as well as your thoughts. 

“I know there should be some things in here that will help. I could have sworn that it had, ah yes. Here you are tricky thing.” You tear open a small bag and pull out a cloth. As quickly as possible you get it wet and feel it begin to lather under your fingers. “I’ll use this to clean your wound and then I’ll bandage it.” 

You walk back to Albedo and place your hand against his cheek. He’s been watching you this whole time and lets you do as you please. “Where is Sucrose when you need her. At least she seems to keep you out of harm's way … sometimes at least.” At this point, you are mumbling, and more to yourself than you are to Albedo. When he laughs you freeze, one hand resting under his chin and the other against his forehead. “What’s so funny?” 

“You’re so upset that you’re talking to yourself.” 

“Oh … really?” 

“Mhm” 

“… I didn’t even notice.” You feel your ears get warm and pinch your lips together. 

“It’s fine. I often talk out loud when I’m looking at my research.” 

It never ceased to amaze you how similar the two of you were - how you could both get so lost in whatever you were doing that the world seemed to fade away 

Still - Albedo was the only person in your life who could keep your attention on the here and now - from the day you met him he was your present and, hopefully, your future 

“This should be enough, does your head hurt?” You placed the bandage over his injury. The research facility was really to thank for the adhesive additions to small bandages like this. Somehow, they managed to make the edges sticky enough to adhere to the skin, but not too much to make it impossible to remove. 

“No, it seems to be okay. Thank you.” He reached up and grabbed your hand and let it rest in his lap. 

“No problem.” You avert your eyes and let them rest on the floor. He gives your hand a squeeze before letting you go and the warmth of his palm leaves yours chilled. The two of you just live in the comfortable silence for a second, he glances your way and you push the medical box along the counter. Finally, you break the silence, “I should put this back.” 

You pack up the items and close the box before walking back to the cabinet where you got it. As you slide it back onto the shelf the question you never got the answer to slipped back into your brain. 

“Hey,” you begin, turning around and leaning against the counter. “So do you remember how you got the cut on your head?” You cross your arms and stare at him from across the space. 

He scratches his head with his pencil and shakes his head. “I can’t recall. Oh, are you busy though?” 

“No, I’m free the rest of the day.” You reply. 

“Excellent, would you be inclined to stay and assist me? I have a number of things I’m working on and would appreciate the extra hands.” 

“Sure. Where can I start?” You push yourself from the counter and take a few steps toward him. 

“Ah yes, I need to organize the specimens in the closet back there … ” he stands and begins to walk toward the back closet, you head that way and reach it before he does. “There were a number of things to do …” 

His voice trails off as you open the door and find a great number of items littering the floor. Boxes, books, papers, and other random items spread about in complete disarray. 

“Oh … I think I remember how I got injured.” He stares over your shoulder and in defeat, you cover your eyes with your hand.

[quirkless-accident]

Danny knew exactly what's going on almost as soon as Aizawa became reluctant friends with a certain loud blond. The question is how long would it take for them to bite the bullet and accept that their together?

Or Danny, Oboro, Nemuri and Tensei makes bets on how long until they become official and how they confess

happy pride and happy gay pirate season 2 renewal I will be on my bullshit when it comes out, this is your only warning (also its weird having gay pirate and danny phantom brainrot at the same time. it's not a crossover i thought id be making but, well, here we are i guess) --------------

Danny has been friends with Shouta since they were in diapers.

Their moms were friends. They were there for each other's first words. For each other's first steps. Danny was there when Shouta got his quirk, and Shouta held Danny when he was diagnosed quirkless. And then he was there again, holding Danny after the accident. They've known each other for so long, reading each other is like reading an old, worn book that they've gone through a million times before.

It's why Danny can see it before anybody else.

When Hizashi sidles up to Shouta their first day at U.A. He's bright and loud and has such an obnoxious, infectious joyful attitude that it's hard not to play along.

And man, Shouta falls for it hard.

But he's never had a crush. Not any one that mattered, anyway. Not like Danny's had, with Sam briefly, and then Valerie for a few months before she broke it off. Shouta has never been one to love easily. Hell, he and Danny have been best friends their entire lives and Danny has to pull teeth on the best of days to get Shouta to open up to him about anything.

But this? This is different. Shouta has a crush on this loud blonde. And it's beautiful to watch as he opens up a little more, laughs a little easier, smiles a little brighter. The slow transformation his best friend is going through is one-in-a-million.

And very easily profitable, because nobody knows Shouta like Danny does.

"No, it's totally obvious," Nemuri tells him with an upturned nose. Danny, her, Oboro, and Tensei are walking down the sidewalk, arm in arm as they sip at their bubble tea and gossip about the two that are missing from their current group. "They'll end up together before the end of the year."

"I agree with Nem on this one," Tensei says. "They've been looking at each other with heart eyes since the very beginning. I even heard them talking about getting the same hero to intern under."

"Sho's got it bad," Danny says. "But he's also incredibly emotionally stunted. My guess is it won't happen until either the end of our second year or the beginning of the third. No sooner, no later."

"I think it'll be after we graduate," Oboro says. "Shouta is emotionally stunted, but Hizashi is a big fucking idiot. He's not going to realize Shouta has a huge crush on him until it's almost too late."

"You're not giving their true love enough credit!" Nemuri whines.

"I think I'm giving them just enough credit," Danny says dryly as he takes a sip of his drink. "Anyway, I bet like, thirteen thousand yen."

"My bet is twenty thousand," Oboro says without missing a beat.

"Fifty thousand!" Nemuri calls out confidently with a swish of her hair.

"I think I'll match Danny and go thirteen," Tensei says, narrowly avoiding one of Nemuri's wildly gesturing hands.

"I cannot wait to profit off of you all," Danny says cheekily.

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He ends up winning, but only because he convinces Hizashi to buck up and confess his feelings. They never agreed to not interfere in their own ways, and as the guy who's known Shouta his whole life, Hizashi was more than willing to take his words to heart.

And he almost completely forgets about the bet. It was over a year ago, after all, and so much has happened since then. But when Shouta walks in to his bedroom, bright red and nearly panicking, he can't help but grin.

Shouta has been messed up ever since the incident at his work study. For months now, he's been down right depressed, with no end in sight. And he's gotten better, in his own Shouta way. He can't sleep at night so he cat naps throughout the day, and he's started opening up to them more. And, well, now that he and Hizashi are a thing, it looks like that progress will get sped up a little bit.

Danny takes the earnings he wins from Nemuri and Tensei and he treats Shouta to a night on the town in celebration. There's laughing, and nervous panicking, and a lot of doubt, but Danny assures him that Hizashi wants this just as much as Shouta does. He would know. Hizashi only went on about it the other day hours into the night and into the early morning. Not that Danny was sleeping much anyway, what with his nightly escapades into the Zone, but if he had been sleeping, he wouldn't really have appreciated the four paragraphs about Shouta's eyes alone.

He saves what money he didn't spend taking Shouta out, and ads in another twenty thousand yen from their fallen, and holds onto it. For nearly four years, it sits in a little box, slowly accumulating more loose bills over time because he knows it's gonna take a little more than seventy thousand yen to throw a party like this.

He helps Hizashi ring shop for Shouta, and he takes Shouta out on one of the best nights of his life the night before he gets hitched. The money is used to pay for their wedding gift, while the rest is paid out of pocket by Danny, Nemuri, and Tensei.

It's only after that Danny presents the both of them with the gift, as well as the origin of the money. After the ceremony, after the reception, and after all of their drunk hero friends hobble off to go save someone from a purse snatcher.

"I thought if he couldn't be here with us, he could be here," Danny points to the canvas he gives them, trying not to smile at the way they gasp and tear up.

It's a painting of all of them. Shouta and Hizashi in their suits while they make out at the alter. Danny behind Shouta, and Nemuri and Tensei behind Hizashi. But right behind Danny is a painting of Oboro, with his shit-eating grin as he leans over Danny's shoulder. The artist aged him up to match the rest of them. Because even after all these years, he's never truly left them. Not in the way that matters the most, anyway.

Hizashi and Shouta don't say anything. Instead, they gently set the painting to the side, and they hug Danny like he's a lifeline. All of them are crying, and holding onto each other as tightly as they can, even if it hurts just a little bit.

"Thank you," Shouta says in his ear, gripping the back of Danny's jacket a little tighter.

"Only the best for my bro," Danny says. A promise he's told Shouta their entire lives.

"Yeah," Shouta says with a wet chuckle. "Only the best."

[imagineyourworld]

How the clones would ask you out (Genderneutral)

Includes Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix, Cody and Wolffe 

Warnings: None

Rex

Poor Rex would be so, so nervous 

It took pep talks vom Anakin, Ahsoka and several of his brothers to get up the courage to actually ask you out (though not all of them were all that helpful) 

Rex wouldn’t ask you out in public or at work, he’d go to your flat instead

His strong knock doesn’t betray his nerves, but the second you open the door he cannot remember what he was going to say for the life of him 

Luckily he was trained as a soldier his entire life and it only takes him a few second to forget about his nerves and continue with his plan 

“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a picnic with me tomorrow?” 

A picnic, Ahsoka had convinced him, would be the perfect first date. The two of them had even decided on a nice place in one of Coruscant’s few parks together 

(Plus Rex likes to bake and cook, it’s his way of dealing with the stress of war (and his brothers’ shenanigans)) 

“I’d love to.” 

You have never seen such a big smile on Rex’s face 

“Great. That’s great.” 

You chatted for a few more minutes before Rex had to excuse himself. Just as you were closing the door you stuck your head out again.  “Rex?”  “Yes.”  “Is this a date?”  The small blush on his face was adorable.  “I’d like it to be, if that’s fine with you.”  You smiled.  “It’s more than fine.” 

Fives

If anyone has an actual pickup line it’s Fives, not in a creepy way though, he’s cute about it 

The two of you have been flirting back and forth for a while now and Fives, after finally no longer denying his feelings, decides to ask you out 

He walks up to you with every bit of confidence he can muster 

“Hey handsome, what brings you here?”, you ask. Your usual greeting, but Fives doesn’t reply in the way he usually does (”Hey mesh’la, just coming to admire the view.”)  “Since you make my heart sing I was wondering if you’d like to accompany to a concert tomorrow.” 

You could tell that he wasn’t joking this time, but still decided to have your fun with him. 

“So sorry, I already promised another handsome young man with a number as his name to spend the day with him.”  As soon as the words left your mouth the smile fell from Fives’ face and instantly made you regret your words.  “Oh, baby, no. I was only joking. I’d love to go out with you.”  The smirk was back and brighter than ever.  “It’s a date!”, he said a bit louder than he had to. 

He’d kiss you on the cheek before saying goodbye. 

(And maybe he even whispers suggestions for what you could do after the concert in your ear.) 

Echo

Much like Rex, Echo is quite nervous

At first he was glad to have Fives on his side to give him advice, but he soon learned that not everything his brother suggested would go down well 

He’d wait for you at work and offer to walk you home, because someone once told him that travelling in the same direction eases conversation 

When you exit the building your eyes immediately fall on Echo, who is standing nearby with flowers in his hand.  “What are you doing here?”, you ask with a smile on your face.  “I... well... I saw these flowers in the market downton and they made me think of you.” He hands you the flowers, suddenly even more nervous now that he doesn’t have anything in his hands.  “That’s so sweet”, you say as you lift the flowers to your nose. “I was just on my way home, would you like to join me and come in for a cup of caf?”

The two spend the rest of the day together. Walking home, drinking caf, cooking dinner. After a while Echo’s nervousness fades and only returns when he realises it’s time for him to return to the barracks. 

“Actually I had another reason to come to see you today. I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Like on a date. If you would like to go on a date with me.”  You laugh and the sound Echo usually cherishes breaks his heart, which you soon realise. “Oh, Echo, honey, no! I mean yes, but I just thought that today was kinda like... a date... I’m sorry, I was just assuming, I should have actually asked you.”  A smile mirroring yours appeared on his face.  “So... How about a second date?” 

Jesse 

Jesse only realises that he needs to ask you out as soon as possible after a particularly tough mission. A lot of his brothers died, even more got hurt, and he spent a few days in the medbay as well. 

The second he’s back on Coruscant he comms you asking where you are and no matter where you are or what you’re doing, he’s on his way to you as soon as you answer. 

“Stars, Jesse, what’s gotten into you?”, you ask when you open the door to his rapid knocking.  “I like you, I really like you and I don’t want to die without ever asking you out. So, (Y/N), will you go out with me?”  At first you don’t know what to say.  “Of course I’ll go out with you. But maybe you should sit down for a minute, you don’t seem like yourself.” 

After just a few minutes and a cup of herbal tea the two of you were talking and joking like always. That is until you remember an appointment you had to hurry to make.  “I’d hate to throw you out, but I really need to go.”  “That’s fine”, Jesse says with a smile. “How about I pick you up tomorrow at seven for our date?”  You nod your head smiling. 

Kix 

Kix asks you out more or less on accident. It’s been a long day, he’s tired, and all he wants is a relaxing evening with you. 

“Hey, Kix, you wanna come to 79s with us?”, Fives, who just popped into the medbay, asks.  Kix shook his head. “I really don’t. If it were up to me I’d spend the evening with some takeout and (Y/N).”  “(Y/N)?”, Jesse follows up.  “They help me relax like no one else and that’s what I need after stitching you idiots up all day”, Kix says, glancing at Fives and Hardcase at his last words.  “Then how about we grab something to eat and spend the evening on my couch?”, you offer.  Everyone turns to you, who had just entered the room. Echo bursts in a second later. “Sorry, I tried to stop her from coming in.” 

Kix blushes like crazy, you weren’t supposed to hear that. He tells you as much. 

You walk over to where he’s sitting, miraculously the others have disappeared, and place a hand on his shoulder. If it weren’t for the armour covering him you would have loved nothing more than giving him a soothing massage. 

“You know what? I’m here because I wanted to ask you out, but I guess you just did that for me.”  He chuckled. “Guess so. Let’s go, I cannot wait for our date.” 

Cody 

Cody would be so smooth when asking you out, mainly because he got advice from Obi-Wan, who flirts with everyone and could teach him a few good moves. 

His tactic is pretending you already agreed, which is why he spent the afternoon transforming his room into a small movie theatre for the two of you, complete with snacks and drinks and a holoprojector. 

He then makes his way over to your apartment to actually ask you out. And though he hadn’t been nervous all day, the second you open the door he’s at a loss for words. 

“(Y/N), cyare, I was wondering... No, that’s not it... I’m here to ask you... No, wait... Would you like to...” Though you can’t help but find his out of character rambling cute, you want nothing more than to put poor Cody out of his misery.  “Would you care for a glass of water?”, you ask, opening the door further to invite him in. 

For some reason the cool water helps him sort out his thoughts and he can finally ask the question he’d prepared earlier.  “Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?”, he asks, his voice smooth and steady.  For a fraction of a second there was something that might have been disappointment in your eyes, but then you nodded.  “Sure. Why don’t we invite Waxer and Boil as well?”  Cody had been quite sure that you’d agree, but the second part caught him off guard. Maybe he should have been more obvious with his intention.  “Actually, I was hoping it’d be just the two of us.”  You raised an eyebrow.  “Wait a minute, Cody, did you just ask me on a date?”  A shy smile made it’s way on his face, though to his credit he didn’t blush.  “I did.”  He had no idea how it was possible, but the smile on your face was even brighter than his own.  “In that case, yes! I’d love to watch a movie with you.” 

Wolffe 

The main reason Wolffe was reluctant to ask you out was not nerves, but rather not wanting to admit his feelings, not wanting to admit a weakness. It was actually Plo Koon who, through ambiguous comments, convinced him to just do it.  

He didn’t want it to be a big ceremony, he wasn’t the type for big gestures, but that night, as you were sitting at 79s with the Wolfpack and your eyes were glittering in the multicoloured lights and your perfume made its way to Wolffe’s nose, he just had to ask you out before it was too late, before anything happened to either of you or someone else asked you before he did. 

And so, when most of the others were scattered across the bar, he asked you if you’d like to get some air with him. He may not be one for big gestures, but he’d be damned if he asked you out in a stuffy bar surrounded by his drunk brothers. 

Outside, he realized was not the perfect environment either. There were still drunk clones around and instead of stuffy it was cold, cold enough to make you shiver in your thin clothes and Wolffe wished he had a jacket he could give you.  “I’ll make this quick so you can go back inside. I-”, he stopped himself.  You were suddenly a lot closer than just a few moments ago, he could feel your warm breath on his face and it made him lose all focus.  “Yes, Wolffe?”, you questioned.  He cleared his throat and continued. “I was hoping that you’d like to go on a date with me sometime.” 

The atmosphere may not have been perfect, neither were his words, but your smile was and it made up for everything else.  “I don’t know, Commander, what’s in it for me?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know. Dinner, maybe flowers or chocolate”, he replied, trying his best to hide the sudden insecurity.  You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed. Wolffe knew what was coming next, he knew you’d let him down and it would be awkward. He never should have asked you out.  “You know, I had been hoping you’d say The pleasure of my company or something like that, but I suppose chocolate will do.”  A smirk had made it’s way to your lips and a low chuckled escaped Wolffe’s.  “Is that a yes, mesh’la?”  “It is.”