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arvandus · 9 months ago

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rafesapologist · 1 year ago

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the set up — rafe cameron; part twelve

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

warnings: angst, swearing, SMUT

author's note: i hope you guys are enjoying the longer chapters! it feels really nice to be back and have everyone already showing just as much support for this series as you guys did prior to my hiatus. i was struggling with a huge case of writer's block (that i feared i was not going to overcome lol), so i'm really excited to be back writing on here. i do plan to keep updating this series more frequently as well, if you haven't already noticed, sort of to pay my dues for being away for so long. love you mwah

"I do love you."

Your words spilled out abruptly, escaping before you could rein them in. Heat surged through your body, a swift rush of warmth brought on by the sudden and unintended admission. The truth, though genuine, caught you off guard, leaving you reeling in the aftermath of your own confession.

As the reality of what you'd uttered sank in, a wave of regret washed over you, the weight of the moment pressing down with force. Shock etched across your features, a mask of surprise mirrored in your eyes as you grappled with the gravity of your admission.

The air hung heavy with anticipation as silence enveloped the room, your words lingering unspoken, a testament to the vulnerability of the moment. You stared up at Rafe, a mix of emotions swirling within you, uncertain and apprehensive about what his response might entail. In that suspended moment, you grappled with a swirl of emotions, still processing the weight of your confession and unsure of what lay ahead.

"You... what?" Rafe's voice carried a tone of disbelief, his features contorted in confusion, eyebrows knit tightly together. His expression mirrored the astonishment that had engulfed you moments before, leaving both of you seemingly dumbfounded by the unexpected admission that hung in the air.

The aura of disbelief seemed to permeate the room, an unspoken tension weaving between you, each moment stretching as you both grappled with the weight of the statement that had just been uttered, hanging in the air, unaddressed.

"I know I didn't say it before, but Rafe, I was just trying to protect you," you confessed, urgency lacing your words. "I didn't not say it because I didn't feel it or mean it. I just... I don't want you caught up with someone like me." Your voice carried a mix of sincerity and vulnerability, each word spoken with a weight that mirrored the depth of your emotions. The confession hung between you, a delicate yet heartfelt attempt to explain the unspoken, a raw honesty seeping through your words.

"I've fallen in love with you each day I'm with you, Rafe," your voice carried a poignant honesty, baring the depth of your emotions. "I couldn't stop myself from loving you even if I tried."

Rafe stood there, a myriad of emotions flickering across his features—surprise, contemplation, and a hint of something deeper, his gaze fixed on you. His mouth slightly agape, he seemed caught in a moment of contemplation, as though searching for a trace of truth in your eyes.

His searching gaze lingered, probing as if trying to unravel the sincerity behind your words. There was a palpable tension in the air, a pregnant pause, as Rafe grappled with the weight of your confession, silently contemplating his next words or actions.

"How could you possibly hurt me, Y/n?" Rafe's voice carried a mix of hurt and vulnerability, his eyes revealing the turmoil within. "Don't you think it hurts more, feeling like the person you love doesn't love you back?" His words echoed with a deep sense of emotional pain, revealing the ache that had been concealed beneath the surface. There was a rawness in his tone, a poignant vulnerability that laid bare the wounds of unreciprocated emotions.

"It's more complicated than you know, Rafe," you replied, a tinge of sadness seeping into your voice. The weight of unspoken truths and complexities lingered heavily in the air, underscoring the intricate layers of emotions that intertwined between you.

"Stop saying that, Y/n! Whatever it is, we could've worked through it! We could've— we could've made it work regardless of whatever the fuck it is, or was," Rafe's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and desperation. His plea carried an earnest longing, a fervent desire to transcend whatever barriers stood between you, a wish to salvage what seemed irreparably fractured.

Your expression sank into sorrow, mirroring the weight of the moment. "Could've?" you echoed softly, the word lingering in the air, heavy with a sense of missed opportunities and regret. The question hung there, laden with a tinge of realization, an acknowledgment of a potential future that now seemed distant and unattainable.

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "All last night and today, I just kept replaying in my head what you said to me. When I told you I loved you, and you basically pushed me away? I mean, is it really that easy for you to just throw me away, Y/n?" Rafe paused, a mix of hurt and confusion etched on his face.

Before he could continue, you interjected with a resolute tone. "No, it's not like that, Rafe." Your voice carried an earnestness, a plea to convey the complexity of the situation. Yet, words seemed to evade you as the weight of the moment settled heavily upon your shoulders.

"Then why? Why was it seemingly so easy for you to shut me out like that?

"It wasn't easy," you responded softly, your voice tinged with a mix of regret and sorrow. "There's just... so much more to it than I can explain right now." The weight of unspoken complexities lingered in your tone, a hint of remorse underscoring your words.

Rafe shook his head in frustration, his movements agitated as he paced back and forth across the room. "You can't even be honest with me?" His voice cracked with exasperation, each step he took emphasizing the intensity of his emotions.

"I am trying to be honest, Rafe," you replied, your voice strained with the weight of the conversation. "But some things... they're just not easy to explain, especially when it's this complicated." You gestured vaguely, trying to articulate the tangled mess of emotions and circumstances that seemed impossible to unravel.

"Trying? You're trying to be honest? Do you hear yourself right now?" Rafe's words came out as a snap, causing you to startle, his tone sharp and cutting. The sting of his words pricked at your emotions, tears welling up in your eyes, a manifestation of the overwhelming frustration and hurt that filled the room.

"I-I'm sorry, Rafe. I didn't mean to hurt you; I was just trying to do what I thought was right," your voice faltered, cracking with emotion. The apology carried a weight of remorse, a desperate attempt to convey your intentions despite the unintended pain caused.

Rafe halted his pacing, his gaze softening as he noticed the tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. "Y/n... don't cry, please," he pleaded, a note of concern lacing his words. His frustration ebbed, replaced by a sense of empathy, as he reached a hand out, almost instinctively, aching to wipe away the tears that marred your face.

"I care about you, Rafe, regardless of if you think I don't," you confessed, your voice tinged with earnestness. "Truly, the only reason I didn't say it back was because I was scared. Because once we both admit that, this becomes serious, and that just opens more doors and ways for one of us to get hurt. I know that doesn't scare you, but it does me. So, I'm sorry."

"Y/n, you think I'm not scared too?" Rafe chuckled softly, a hint of vulnerability in his laughter. "I worry every single day that you're gonna get up and leave, that you'll change your mind and go. The closer I get to you, the more my feelings grow for you. It's terrifying, Y/n. My heart is right in your hands." He looked down, reaching for your hands, rubbing them gently with the pads of his thumbs, a silent plea for understanding and reassurance.

"You never show it," you observed, looking up at him with a hint of confusion. Rafe chuckled quietly, shaking his head in response. "Doesn't make it any less true," he murmured, his gaze meeting yours with a blend of sincerity and a touch of vulnerability.

"Rafe?"

"Yes?" Rafe turned to face you fully, his eyes fixed on yours with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. The room felt charged with emotion as he waited for your next words, a blend of hope and apprehension evident in his expression.

"I really do love you," you spoke quietly, the weight of your words hanging in the air. There was a fragility in your voice, a fear that your declaration might go unheard or misunderstood in the tense atmosphere of the moment.

Rafe's previously unreadable expression softened into a small, tender smile. His eyes glimmered with a quiet warmth, reflecting the sincerity of his feelings. "I love you too, Y/n," he confessed softly, the words carrying an unmistakable honesty and depth of emotion.

As the admission of love hung in the air, an unspoken understanding passed between you and Rafe. The room seemed to soften, the atmosphere charged with an indescribable warmth. Rafe gently cupped your face with his hands, his touch both tender and reassuring.

His lips met yours in a lingering kiss, a soft and sweet connection that spoke volumes in the silence. It wasn't just a meeting of lips; it was an exchange of emotions, a promise sealed with the gentle press of each kiss. Time seemed to slow as you shared this intimate moment, lost in the sensation of being close, of feeling the heartbeat that echoed the depth of your emotions.

The kiss held a tenderness that transcended words, conveying a shared vulnerability and a newfound closeness. When you finally pulled away, the air between you felt charged with a newfound understanding, a connection that went beyond spoken confessions. The small smile that lingered on both your faces spoke of a silent agreement, a promise to navigate the complexities ahead together.

Without a word, Rafe's lips crash against yours in a desperate, intoxicating kiss. Your mouths meld together, tongues entwined in a passionate dance. The taste of him fills your senses, fueling your desire for more.

As the intensity of the kiss deepens, Rafe's hands begin to explore, gliding over the curves of your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Piece by piece, fabric falls away, revealing your vulnerability and beauty. Every touch, every stroke, heightens the ache of longing.

With a gentle yet commanding touch, Rafe guides you towards the bed, a haven of pleasure awaiting your arrival. You surrender to the soft sheets, your bodies entangled in a symphony of desire. The room fills with the sound of your shared moans and whispers.

His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your collarbone. Your breath hitches as he moves lower, his hands caressing your breasts, his tongue flicking against your hardened nipples. Pleasure courses through you, urging you to arch your back and moan his name.

Rafe's hands continue to explore, his fingers teasingly tracing the sensitive spots of your body. A gasp escapes your lips as he dips lower, his mouth finding its way to your most intimate area. His tongue dances expertly, flicking and swirling, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

The intensity builds, and you find yourself craving more. You guide Rafe's body on top of yours, feeling the weight of his desire pressing against you. As he enters you, a moan escapes your lips, merging with his own sounds of pleasure.

Your bodies move in synchrony, a dance of passion and ecstasy. Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, your senses heightened by the intoxicating pleasure. The room fills with the sounds of your moans, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh.

Rafe's thrusts become more urgent, each one pushing you closer to the edge. He watches you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of raw passion and adoration. With each movement, you can feel the heat building within you, a coil of desire ready to explode.

Your fingers find their way to Rafe's back, digging into his flesh as you draw him closer, craving a deeper connection. The rhythm of your bodies becomes frenzied, the friction between you intensifying the sensations that ripple through your core.

Every nerve ending in your body feels alive, on the brink of complete surrender. The pleasure becomes almost overwhelming, a delicious ache that demands release. Your moans blend together, a symphony of ecstasy that fills the room.

As Rafe's hand finds its way between your bodies, his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. His fingers expertly explore the most sensitive part of your being, pushing you closer to the edge with each skilled stroke.

With your bodies intertwined, the sensation builds to an exquisite crescendo. It's as if time slows down, each moment stretching with anticipation. You can feel the wave of climax crashing over you, ready to engulf you in its blissful embrace.

As you reach the precipice, your bodies tense with anticipation. Your breath catches in your throat as you lock eyes with Rafe, a silent understanding passing between you. And then, with one final thrust, the dam breaks.

A surge of pleasure engulfs you, radiating from the depths of your being. The world around you fades away as you ride the wave of ecstasy, your bodies trembling in unison. You cry out in pure bliss, your voice mingling with Rafe's as you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

In that moment of release, time stands still. Your bodies continue to quiver with aftershocks, basking in the euphoria that washes over you. You lie intertwined, breathless and spent, knowing that you have shared an intimate connection unlike any other.

As the intense waves of pleasure subside, you and Rafe lie intertwined, your bodies still tingling with the aftermath of your passionate encounter. The room is filled with a sense of intimacy and contentment, your connection deepened by the shared experience. Rafe's arm wraps protectively around you, pulling you closer to his warm and comforting embrace. His touch is gentle, his fingertips tracing soothing patterns along your skin. You feel a sense of peace wash over you as you rest against his chest, your heartbeats gradually returning to normal.

Your breathing gradually steadies, matching the rhythm of each other's as you bask in the aftermath of your shared climax. A comfortable silence envelops you both, punctuated only by soft whispers and the occasional tender kiss.

As you look into Rafe's eyes, you see a mixture of love and adoration reflected back at you. It's a silent affirmation of the connection you share, a bond that goes beyond the physical realm. In this moment, there is no doubt that your love for each other is real and profound. Words become unnecessary as you communicate through simple touches and gentle caresses. Your fingers trace the contours of his face, committing every detail to memory. It's an unspoken promise to cherish this moment, this connection, forever.

"You're so perfect," Rafe whispered softly, his warm breath caressing your skin as his gentle fingers traced delicate patterns through your silken strands of hair. The tenderness in his touch sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his presence.

In the tranquility of Rafe's words, you responded with a tender hum, feeling the weariness gradually seep into your bones. The comforting warmth of his bare arms drew you closer, and in the safety of his embrace, you surrendered to the embrace of sleep, your breathing steadying as consciousness gently slipped away.

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You stirred from slumber hours later, the faint glow of the room revealing Rafe's silhouette. He sat beside you, immersed in the soft illumination of the TV, his attention captured by the flickering screen. As you awakened, he glanced over, a gentle smile gracing his lips at the sight of your awakening.

As your eyelids fluttered open, the room's soft ambiance greeted you. With a gentle stretch, you shifted, your voice carrying a hint of sleepiness as you asked, "Mm, what time is it?" Rubbing away the remnants of slumber from your eyes, you sought to orient yourself in the space around you.

"Midnight," chuckled Rafe, the soft glow of the room emphasizing the amusement in his voice. Your eyes widened as the realization hit that you had dozed through most of the day. "You were pretty much knocked out after we did it," he teased, prompting you to playfully nudge him away with a feignedly annoyed expression dancing across your face.

"Haha, very funny," you retorted, rolling your eyes playfully. "Has anyone come back yet?" Curiosity lingered in your inquiry, contemplating if the two of you were the only occupants in the house.

"Uh, no, no they haven't yet," Rafe responded, a casual shrug accompanying his words. "Dad said things got delayed, and he has some shit he has to do before he comes home, I guess." His attention remained fixed on the TV screen, his relaxed demeanor indicating a sense of ease and obliviousness in the moment.

"Got it," you murmured, settling back onto the bed. Thoughts raced through your mind, pondering if Ward had discovered anything about the gold and its disappearance. An undercurrent of concern mingled with curiosity, creating a sense of unease that lingered beneath the surface.

"Something wrong?" Rafe's voice was gentle as he turned his head towards you, concern etched in his expression.

You shook your head, a faint smile touching your lips. "No, no! I just... figured they'd been gone a while," you reassured, attempting to downplay the anxious thoughts that had surfaced.

"They usually are," Rafe shrugged casually, his tone holding a hint of familiarity with the situation. "Dad gets his mind set on doing something and doesn't stop 'til it's done, especially when it comes to the gold." His words held a mixture of nonchalance and understanding, reflecting a familiarity with his father's determined nature when it came to matters concerning the gold.

"Right..." You echoed softly, acknowledging Rafe's insight with a hint of uncertainty lingering in your response.

Suddenly, Rafe hit pause on the TV, shifting to sit on his side, facing you directly. "I want to talk to you about something," he started, prompting an immediate increase in your heart rate. You sat up slightly, anticipation coursing through you. "Okay, go on," you encouraged, your voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.

"Well, we haven't talked about it much, and it's coming up, so I thought it would be important to mention it now," Rafe began, his tone measured. "Midsummers."

"Oh." Your body relaxed, a wave of relief washing over you as your worst fears weren't materializing in that moment. "What about it?"

Rafe's expression softened into a gentle smile. "Well, I know dresses can be pretty... pricey, especially for an event like that. So, I'm gonna give you the money to buy whatever you need for it. I want my girl to feel and look like the princess she is," he beamed.

You sat there, stunned by his unexpected gesture, feeling a mixture of disbelief and gratitude coursing through you. "Rafe, this is too much, you don't have to do that," you insisted softly, your eyes meeting his in genuine surprise.

"I want to," he repeated, his voice steady and resolute. There was a sincerity in his eyes that struck you, a genuine desire to make this occasion special for you. The warmth in his gaze was undeniable, and his unwavering determination to see this through made your heart flutter with a mix of emotions.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the overwhelming gratitude for Rafe's gesture and your own sense of independence. His unwavering determination was evident, and you knew him well enough to recognize that once he set his mind on something, it was nearly impossible to dissuade him.

"Rafe..." You sighed, looking at him with a mixture of emotions, trying to find the right words to express both appreciation and reservation. "I really appreciate it, but it's just... I don't want to impose," you trailed off, fiddling with your fingers, uncertain of how to gracefully accept his generosity.

Rafe's expression softened as he reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "Y/n, it's not an imposition. It's something I want to do for you." His eyes held a sincerity that resonated deeply, his gaze unwavering.

You met his gaze, seeing the earnestness in his eyes, and with a small smile, you relented. "Okay, Rafe. Thank you," you finally acquiesced, knowing that he wouldn't take no for an answer, a mix of appreciation and a hint of amusement playing on your lips as you gave in to his stubborn yet endearing nature.

"Thank you," you whispered again, touched by his genuine effort to make you feel special. Rafe's smile widened at your acceptance, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, a soft and reassuring gesture that warmed your heart. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice filled with affection and pride, his hand tenderly resting on yours.

As you sat there, basking in Rafe's warmth and his kind gesture, your phone vibrated on the night stand. Curiosity piqued, you furtively glanced at the screen, seeing a message from Kiara. The text's urgency was unmistakable, your friends possibly caught in some trouble.

Your expression shifted involuntarily, a blend of concern and worry crossing your features. However, even in your attempt to hide it, Rafe, perceptive as always, noticed the change in your demeanor. His brows furrowed inquisitively. "Is everything okay?"

You swiftly pocketed your phone, trying to compose yourself. "Yeah, it's just... something Kiara mentioned," you replied vaguely, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

Rafe's concern mirrored in his eyes as he reached out, gently placing his hand on your arm. "What happened? Is it serious?"

You debated whether to tell him or not, but the concern in his eyes made you reconsider. "I'm not sure yet," you said, attempting to keep the situation vague as you grappled with the balance of keeping him informed and not alarming him unnecessarily.

The shrill ring of your phone broke the tense air. With a glance at the caller ID flashing Kiara's name, you swiftly picked up. "Kiara? What is it?" Your voice held a tinge of urgency and concern.

Rafe watched you closely, sensing the gravity of the situation from your anxious tone. He remained silent, giving you space to handle the call, but his eyes spoke volumes, questioning and concerned about the sudden change in atmosphere.

"JJ's missing."

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nadvs · 10 months ago

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Hiii love, how are you?? I usually don't send asks to writers on Tumblr, so you're the first writer I'm sending to, yayyy 🤗 I loved loved loved the ending of the Watch and Learn, I loved the entire series. Rafe's growth throughout this series was amazing, you write him so well. Because of all your series, I continue to be a Rafe girly, I thought Cam Girl was your best series but Watch and Learn took the cake and I can't wait for you to finish Both Sinners 😊

You really are an incredible writer and I'm so happy I found your blog, you're always on my most recent blogs bc I check your page sm 😅 I really almost cried when reading the last chapter because I thought back to how Rafe and reader were in the beginning and how they are now in the end 😪 They're literally couple goals, I'm obsessed. Oh gosh, I've already made this so long but while I was reading the last chapter, I couldn't help but think back to the girl Rafe hooked up with and how he had the audacity to msg reader after. If it's not an issue, can you feed my fantasies and write a small blurb on reader getting revenge on Rafe and making him sooo jealous for doing that, I'm petty like that🤣 If you can't, it's no worries but thank you for continuing to be an incredible writer and such a sweetheart and for reading the excessively long msg 🥲 Much love hun🩷 Byeee👋

HI HONEY i’m good tysm, how are you!! you are so so so sweet 😭 i feel honored to be the first writer you’re sending an ask to 🥹 thank you for reading my work and sending such a kind message!! hehe my fav part of writing the last chapter of watch and learn was def sprinkling references to all the things they’ve been through since they met and the memories they made 🤭 i am so glad that you loved it 💘

i LOVE this prompt and absolutely can feed into the pettiness hehe 😌

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It was bad enough hearing Rafe make a girl moan through your shared wall. It was ten times worse when Rafe texted you “his bad” for the noise.

Followed by an lol. What a douche.

If he’s trying to make you jealous, two can play at that game.

You go to an on-campus bar with friends the following Friday night when you bump into a guy you recognize from one of your lectures. Once you realize he’s hitting on you, his eyes trailing down your cleavage, you feel the exciting twist of arousal deep in your stomach.

You invite him to your dorm. He seems shocked you’re giving him a chance. It makes him even cuter.

Rafe just got home from a night at the frat house when he hears you laughing in the hallway. He figures you’re with a friend or on the phone. Until he hears a male voice under your giggles.

He hears the door shut. Then music. Then… damn it. You’re moaning.

He’d be turned on by the sounds you’re making if it wasn’t for the fact that another man was coaxing them out of you.

You’re on the other side of the wall, body buzzing while he uses his mouth on you. He needs some coaching, but he’s definitely skilled.

You’re exaggerating your moans a little bit, unsure if Rafe can hear. When you hear thudding on the wall, you know he can.

Rafe’s fist is burning as he knocks on the wall, trying to get you to quiet down. He wants to say he’s just annoyed that you’re being loud this late at night, especially after you’re so self-righteous about quiet hours, but he knows jealousy when he feels it.

And this is jealousy.

When you get on top, your moans aren’t as exaggerated anymore. You feel genuine bliss as you ride him, controlling the pace, feeling his hands on your hips.

He’s not a talker at all, so you can’t help but think of the things Rafe says during sex.

Suddenly, the knocking is on your door instead of your wall. You meet your classmate’s eyes and laugh with him, taking a pillow and covering your body with it as you answer the door.

Rafe is standing in the hallway, jaw tight.

“Check your phone,” he says. “I’ve been texting you.”

“I’m… kinda busy,” you laugh.

“Yeah, I can hear,” Rafe mutters. “I think everyone on our floor can.”

“Don’t be jealous,” you tease, hoping he gives it away that he is. When he looks away with a scowl, you’re pretty sure he is.

Rafe can’t take it anymore. He tilts his chin forward, straightening up as much as he can.

“She moans louder when she’s with me!” he half-shouts into your room.

“Rafe,” you scold, nudging his arm. He smirks at you and you shut the door, shaking your head.

After your classmate leaves, you check your phone to see the texts Rafe was talking about.

Rafe: happy for u that ur getting some but chill

Rafe: he cant be THAT good

Rafe: you know i can fuck you better

Rafe: CHILL ur so loud

You laugh at the texts. He definitely can fuck you better. But he doesn’t need to know that.

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sending-thoughtstothesky · 5 months ago

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Fraxus Week: Hidden Moments

A/N: I apologize that this is so late! I was inspired to write this after watching the Alvarez arc. When Laxus started using jutsu shiki I expected there to be some exploratory flashback, and there was none! I knew from that moment I wanted to try to write something that could fill that gap. I've found it's really interesting to speculate about the Thunder Legion & Laxus' time in Blue Pegasus and I hope to one day to complete a multi-chapter fic that explores that era for the team (embracing some of the canon content we've received about it, and diverging in other ways). In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this write-up for the "Hidden Moments" prompt.

“Freed what is this about–” Laxus started as the green-haired mage led him by the hand into the darkened, disused Blue Pegasus Library. “You’ve been holed up in this dusty library every day and god knows what you’ve been doing…”

Once Freed had successfully dragged Laxus into the library and slammed the doors, Laxus was finally able to get a good look at the other man. He looked like a wilder version of himself. His clothes were crumpled and his hair was in uncharacteristic disarray with strands every which way; there were significant bags under his eyes. Had he been sleeping lately? His hand was shaking. Laxus wasn’t sure what to expect when—

“Laxus–I finally did it. I finally found something that could save you,”

Laxus let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Hope and relief blossomed within him in a way he hadn’t let himself feel since the day he had gotten his diagnosis in Polyursica’s makeshift hospital bed. Despite that, disbelief still lingered.

“Old lady Polyursica said…”

“She’s not wrong that there isn’t a cure for your condition,” Freed interrupted, dropping Laxus’ hand. “What I’m planning to teach you isn’t a cure..it’s…” Freed gestured broadly towards the books in the library he had been reading during this final sprint of research, unsure how to express the feelings inside of him that were swirling inside of him like a maelstrom. “It’s–It’s a prayer,”

Freed wasn’t a religious man, but that was the only comparison that felt was apt to the situation that they’d found themselves in.

“A prayer?” Laxus echoed stiffly.

“It’s a prayer that somehow in this vast world of magic, you’ll meet the person that can save you. And they will be able to save you, even if they’re your enemy,”

Laxus put his hands on Freed’s shoulders. He didn’t know what was happening, and frankly he was beginning to get concerned and needed clarification. “Freed, calm down and stop talking in riddles—“

Freed took a breath. “I know this is all a lot to take in. I think it’ll make more sense if I demonstrate it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It really is all so simple, I can’t believe I overlooked it for so long,”

He gently shrugged off Laxus’ grip, and knelt to the ground. The green-haired man rubbed his hands together, and stretched his fingers out. Laxus recognized the warming up gestures–Freed was preparing to write Jutsu Shiki.

Freed quickly traced out a series of symbols on the ground. It was an altogether nostalgic and comforting sight for Laxus to see what Freed created so deliberately and methodically, tracing the well worn letters around them. “Consider how when I write Jutsu Shiki like this, I am subconsciously embedding it with bane particles,”

Freed finished writing and a familiar circle of purple writing bloomed around the two mages. Laxus experimentally put his hand out and felt the firm barriers of Freed’s runes.

“I’ll play along. What parameters did you write this time?” Laxus asked.

Freed smiled. “I kept it simple. You can’t leave this circle until you kiss me,”

Laxus snorted. “No fight to the death? You’ve gotten soft, Freed the Dark,”

“Only for you,”

Obediently, he kissed Freed, and the circle collapsed around them, as expected.

“So, is that what you’re teaching me?”

Freed laughed, despite himself. “Complex condition-based Jutsu Shiki? Laxus, that would take years,”

“No, consider– what isn’t important isn’t what I wrote, but how it is broken. Traditionally, my Jutsu Shiki can be broken by meeting the conditions like we just did, or by rewriting it, like Levy can. But unknown to most, there’s a third way,”

“A third way?”

“I’ve never personally encountered it but in theory…a particularly strong enemy could cancel the jutsu shiki by destroying the bane particles that power it,”

Freed’s jutsu shiki was powered by Bane particles? Though he didn’t understand all the details, Laxus seemed to be slowly putting things together. “So it doesn’t matter what I write…”

“..It just matters that the specific enemy thinks you are utilizing the Jutsu Shiki as a power-up or a trap and as a result cancels out the bane particles. As long as you can write the runes in a fight and are inside the Jutsu-shiki when the cancellation happens,” Freed took a deep breath.

“They will be canceling out the bane particles within you as well,”

Freed paused thoughtfully. “Once again, theoretically,”

It hit Laxus all at once.

“God, you’re fuckin’ brilliant Freed,” Laxus exclaimed as brought Freed into a bone-crushing hug.

Laxus couldn’t believe it. He had nearly given up, nearly resigned himself to this slow and painful suffering. But Freed, Freed in his stubbornness and determination to save him, had given Laxus his hope back, no matter how uncertain and unlikely and fragile it still all seemed.

There was so much to say and keep saying–thank you, you’re the best damn thing to ever happen to me. But Laxus knew what Freed wanted to hear at this moment, more than anything else.

“This will only work with a shitton of prep. How do I start?”

The rune mage smiled brightly. Clearly the sense of hope had infected him as well. “Well, we have a lot of work ahead of us, Laxus. I’m only going to teach you a simple power-up spell, but still–the act of writing runes will have to become second nature to you. That’s the only way you’ll ever be able to use it in combat,”

“I’m ready to start teacher,” Laxus replied with a smirk.

Freed rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to call me that,”

“What about master?”

“What about you stop goofing around,” Freed pulled one massive book from his immense pile and plopped it into Laxus’ hands. “And start studying. We don’t have any time to waste,”

#fraxus week 2024 #fraxusweek #fraxus #freed justine #laxus dreyar

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starrywyatt · 2 months ago

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chapter 2: can you two stop flirting over there?

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

chapter 1

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madison's pov:

i get out of bed and throw a hoodie and joggers on and head to the kitchen and thankfully abigail was sat at the island eating some toast. "good morning" i say, yawning. "morning" she groans and i can tell the hangover has hit her. "how are you feeling?" i laugh. "like shit" she says. "oh no, have you had some water and painkillers?" i ask and she nods.

i eat some toast and then we move over to the sofa. "so, you and chris?" i ask, raising my eyebrows. "ughh" she hides her head in her hands, smiling. "it was goodddd, we didn't do anything. just chatted quite a lot" she explains. "well i know, you disappeared!" i say, also smiling. "yeah, sorry about that i felt really bad" she says. "no it's fine, i was with max and andrew and to be honest the boys were all nice" i shrug. "yeah, did you speak to arthur about tour?" she asks me. "no, not yet i kind of wanted to see what he was like first but i think i want him to come. i might call my manager today" i say and abigail nods. "we could have so much fun!" she says excitedly. "i mean i can't, i can't drink every night before performing" i laugh. "i also don't know if there's enough beds on the bus for you to come" i frown and abi reciprocates. "well i'll come to as many shows as i can and i think i'll be filming for most of it" she smiles. "and the after party at the end of the tour will be crazy" i smile. "speaking of, i'm going to call olivia and tell her i want arthur on the tour so i can text him later" i say, getting up and grabbing my phone.

she thankfully answers on the second ring. "hey! i've been thinking about tour openers" i start. "and there's this singer called arthur hill, he's blowing up on tiktok and i ended up on a night out with him last night and he's so sweet. i really think he could be a good addition" i explain and olivia agrees and says she will find his manager's contact details and ask if he's available. i decide i also want to ask him myself to make it a bit more personal.

"how should i tell him? should we arrange to meet up again or do i just text him?" i ask abigail, unsure how to approach it. "well, i'm meant to be going over to theirs tonight to see chris" abigail says, quitely and covering her mouth in shyness. "WHAT? you didn't tell me this!" i say, turning to face her in shock. "well i was going to! we were just going to watch a movie or something and he said the other boys would probably be around so i was going to ask if you wanted to come?" she says. "sure, why not. gives me the opportunity to ask arthur i suppose and make sure you two keep it PG 13!" i say pointing to abigail and she just looks to the side.

we chill for most of the afternoon and then get changed to head to the boy's flat. "are you sure they're okay with me coming?" i ask. "yeah, chris says george asked if you were" she raises her eyebrows and i just roll my eyes. "yeah probably so he can make sure he's not there" i laugh. "hmm i'm not sure about that" abigail shrugs. "well the whole point i'm going is to speak to arthur" i say and we head to the tube.

we arrive to the apartment building and chris meets us outside. "hey!" he says, going straight to hug abigail and i awkwardly stand there until they pull away. he says hello and hugs me too and we head upstairs. "hello guys!" arthur says, giving us a warm welcome and hugging both of us. george is sat facing the tv, beer in hand and just gives us a quick hello from his seat, engrossed in whatever he's watching. "i think we might order dominos or something" chris shrugs. "sounds good to me" i say and abigail just smiles at chris, god they already have a secret glance going on. i turn to arthur and begin to talk about music. "are you writing currently?" i ask, taking a sip of the beer i was handed, even though i hate it. "yeah, the labels trying to make me put something else out to ride the success of the last one" he shrugs. "know that feeling too well, but don't let them rush you. like you can't always duplicate the success, you just have to do what feels right i guess" i shrug. "well you clearly have duplicated the success, numerous times!" arthur says, complimenting me. "aww stop it, thank you" i smile. "you'll be playing stadiums soon i'm sure" he says and that prompts me to tell him. "well, about that" i start and arthur looks confused. "obviously top secret, but i am actually going on a uk and europe tour very soon and it is in arenas, which is crazy to say. but i was wondering if you would like to be my opening act?" i ask, waiting for his reaction. "what the fuck! yes! of course i would, thank you so much!" he says, pulling me in for a tight hug and everyone turns round to stare at us, we pull away and i'm laughing.

george walks over to us, "what's going on?" he says. "oh the tv's not as important now" i joke, hinting at his lack of conversation due to his focus on the tv. "i needed another beer" he shrugs. "can i tell him?" arthur looks at me. "yeah, as long as he doesn't tell anyone" i say, looking at george with threatening eyes and he just laughs. "madison has asked me to open for her at her ARENA TOUR!" he says with such excitement that tells me i definitely made the right decision. "oh wow, that's amazing" chris says from behind me and george comes back from the fridge. "that's cool, don't know if enough people like the two of you to sell out an arena though" george makes the snarky comment and walks back to his spot on the sofa. i roll my eyes and think it's a good job i can understand his humour.

"is arthur tv coming?" i ask arthur h. "no i think he's gone to the natural history museum with his friend" arthur shrugs. "our boy knows how to have a good time" george says from the sofa.

"shall we order the food?" chris says. "yeah, i'll have a meat feast" arthur says and chris and abigail order theirs too. "i'll have the texas bbq please" i say and george turns to me "great taste, i'll have the same please" "well i'll just get a large one and you two can share" chris says.

after ordering the food, we decide to find a movie to watch whilst we wait for it. me and abigail argue for 'pitch perfect' and the boys are hesitant but we somehow manage to convince them (aka chris is whipped for abigail and would do whatever she wants).

i end up sat in between george and arthur as abigail and chris had taken the other sofa and george and i would end up sharing a pizza box, just to make things more difficult. "i think i've seen this film before" arthur says and explains he watched it with his sister. "have you, george?" i turn to him. "no! why would i have watched pitch perfect?" he laughs. "the question is, why wouldn't you have?" abigail says. "exactly, it's a classic. me and abigail riff off all the time" i say and george isn't convinced. we watch the first 25 minutes before the driver is calling chris to say they're here.

he carries the boxes in and everyone has their own apart from the large one me and george were sharing. we resume the film and begin eating the pizza. i had eaten around 5 slices at this point and i think george was the same. i turn to the box and notice george does it at the same time, but we both look down and there's only slice left. "oh you have it" i whisper to george, trying not to interrupt the film. "no it's okay, you have it" he says. "no i'm fine honestly" i shrug. "really?" he asks. "can you two stop flirting over there? the bellas are about to go to a competition!" chris says, making everyone laugh. "someone's getting into the film" i say through laughter. "maybe i am, but please just eat the fucking pizza" he says before turning back to the tv. "shall i just half it?" i laugh to george. "sure" he laughs and i give him the crust half. "can i have some pizza with that crust?" he says, making us both laugh and arthur shushes us now. "sorry" i whisper, turning to george and pulling a guilty face and he does the same.

the movie had about 30 minutes left and i look over to chris and abigail and notice chris had done the classic arm on the back of the sofa to abi and she was sat quite close to him. i raise my eyebrow at abi but smile. it was cute watching them but i also loved to wind her up. i turn to george and whisper "look at chris with the rizz" and george looks over and laughs with me, causing everyone to look at us. "sorry" i whisper and everyone turns back to the tv but me and george exchange another smile and laugh.

the movie ends and me and abigail start singing along to the credits scene with arthur joining in but chris and george look at each other contemplating every single one of their life choices. "i can't lie, i really need the toilet, where's the bathroom?" abi asks the boys and chris explains where it is. "actually, i need to go too i'll come with" i nod and abi follows me into the toilet and we go toilet whilst having a mini debrief. "i saw chris' arm" i laugh like a little girl. "i know! i just kinda leaned in naturally, oops" abi also giggles. "i mean he's cute! but i wouldn't kiss him in front of everyone. also we only met these boys yesterday like i'm not trying to be too forward" she continues. "i get you, it's cute though and he seems nice!" i say. "you and george!? i saw you laughing together" abi questions me. "yeah, we were laughing at chris' rizz" i explain and she doesn't look convinced. "hmm sure" she says and we decide it's probably been too long and we head back to the living room and sit back down. "godfather 2 next, is that okay?" chris says and i thought he was joking so i laugh and then i see it on the screen. "oh right, you're serious. um sure" i shrug. "we need to assert some more male energy after that film" george jokes and i just nod at him. i turn to my right and realise arthur's gone. "where did arthur go?" i ask. "he had studio early tomorrow so he's gone to bed" chris explains and starts the film i could tell me and abigail were not going to enjoy this film from the first 2 minutes, so i tilt my head backwards to rest on the sofa cushion and hit george's arm. "oh sorry, didn't realise your arm was there" i say, feeling slightly embarrassed. "sorry, just habit" he says, putting it down. "it's fine you can keep it there, i'll just sit forward" i smile and he puts it back up. "you can lean back i don't really care" he says trying to act cool, so i do and i realise we're currently sat in a very similar position to chris and abigail, just a bit further away and abigail raises her eyebrows at me and i just roll my eyes.

the movie feels like it's going on forever. i had briefly been on my phone which felt rude but i was checking my messages with olivia about arthur coming on tour. i look over at abigail and she had fallen asleep, near enough leaning on top of chris, oh dear. however, he didn't really seem to mind. george also looks over to her sleeping figure"bit rude, al pacino would be greatly offended" george says. "to be fair, she was severely hungover this morning" i explain. "i might go lay her down in my bed and come back and then you can wake her up when you want to leave" chris says and carries her to his room. i do suddenly become extremely aware that we only met these boys yesterday and one of them is carrying my friend's sleeping body into his room, alone. "chris wouldn't do anything to her right?" i ask shyly to george. "what? do you mean like weird stuff?" george asks, slightly taken aback and i just nod. "god no, chris is a good lad i promise. i'd like to hope we all are" he says and he does seem to be telling the truth so i turn back to the film but no matter how hard i try, i just can't get into it. "how long does this have left?" i ask george. "about 2 hours" he says. "2 HOURS?" i almost shout in shock. "it's been going on for about an hour and a half" i continue. "yeah, it's 3 and a half hours long" he says. "jesus christ" i whisper under my breath.

after a few minutes, chris hadn't returned and i think george was also getting a bit bored of the film, so he turns the volume down. "max told me you went on my podcast" he says, turning his head to face me, arm still behind my head. "your JOINT podcast, yes" i say. "how was it?" he asks. "so much better without you there" i say. "that's just not true. max is nowhere near as funny as me!" george says "hmm i don't know, maybe you do win that one but don't tell him i said that" i laugh. "definitely telling him that" george nods. "fuck sake" i laugh. "and arthur coming on tour, i guess i'll have to come along and watch" he says. "yeah, well max was actually the one that said to take arthur on tour" i say. "ahh that makes sense. i think 'dead in the disco' was in his spotify wrapped" george laughs. "it is a bop to be fair, i haven't stopped listening to it" i explain. "how do you know max?" george asks me, moving to get more comfortable which also coincidentally means he gets closer to me, his whole body now turned to face me. "well, i went uni with andrew, actually. we lived together in 2nd and 3rd year and then obviously met max through him" i explain. "ahh that makes sense, i do take the piss but they're lovely boys like i honestly couldn't imagine them with anyone other than each other" he says. "aww that's cute, are you jealous?" i laugh. "what? what makes you say that?" george asks. "well the whole episode max was trying to set us up because he says your dating life is tragic and you just chat to fake people on the internet and kiss blow up dolls" i say, not being able to hold in my laughter which leads to my head falling forwards into george's chest but i don't notice at first. i lift my head up and try not to make it obvious. "right, i need to clear both of them up. first, the doll was once for a uni social and it was a joke. and then the fake internet thing was also just the once. a girl stood me up, that's it" george says, feeling embarrassed. "aww that's actually really sad, i would've turned up" i shrug, trying to make him feel better but then realise how suggestive that sounds but he laughs too and thanks me.

after a few seconds of silence i say, "where's chris?" and george looks around. he gets on his hands and knees and pulls a rug up "chris!" he turns around and goes "he's too small, we lose him sometimes" i just roll my eyes. "well he's currently in his room alone with my sleeping friend so maybe we should go check. unless they're shagging then i don't want to know" i say, cringing. "yeah well i don't want to hear it so we'll approach the door with caution" george says and i follow him to chris' room. we stand outside and can hear snoring. "knock gently" i say to george and he does just that and there's no answer. "shall we just open the door?" i ask hesitantly. george peers the door open slightly to reveal a sleeping abigail and chris. looks like chris got into bed with abi and they've both fell asleep, great. we close the door and tip toe back to the kitchen. "i'll probably just get the tube back and leave them here i guess" i say, checking the time on my phone. "fuck the tube won't be running it's too late" i say, looking up at george. uber was too far and expensive. "it's okay, you can sleep here" he says. "are you sure?" i ask, feeling like i was putting him about slightly. "yeah of course, i'm not gonna let you go home by yourself and it doesn't seem like abi's waking up anytime soon" he says. "okay, i'll just nap out here until the morning and tube back" i say. "nah, take my bed. i'll sleep here" he says. "what? no! it's your house, i'm fine with the sofa i promise" i say. "no, i'm a gentleman i'm not letting you sleep on the sofa" he says and i roll my eyes. "are you really really sure? i'll probably leave early anyways so you may as well take the bed" i say, trying to convince him, feeling bad. "literally just shut up, it's okay i promise. please take my bed" he says genuinely and i give in.

we walk to his room and it's surprisingly tidy. "wow did you know you'd be bringing someone in here?" i joke. "yeah, i've actually got a booty call coming in a bit. we'll just do it on the bed next to you if you don't mind" he jokes and i go along with it. "um, that light turns off. there's a fan there if you get hot and the bathroom light is there" he explains the systems like we're on a plane. "okay, thank you" i say, taking my shoes off. "are you gonna be okay sleeping in that?" he says, referring to my top and jeans, which was a silly choice for a movie night to be honest. "i mean i have no other options" i laugh. "well, i have a whole wardrobe there. just take something if you want. the shorts might be a bit too big but i have some boxers i haven't worn yet you can wear" he says and i'm quite shocked he's just offered me his wardrobe. "wow, okay thank you" i say and he hugs me goodnight, "truly thank you for letting me stay" i say again. "honestly, it's not a problem. text me if there's any issues" he says. " i don't actually have your number" i say. "oh right yeah" he says and gets it out and i put my number in and he texts me so i add his contact. "cool, thank you" i say and he hugs me again before leaving to go sleep on the sofa, i still felt so bad but i couldn't do much, he was persistent. what a weird day, i did not expect it to end this way.

#george clarke #george clarkey #arthur hill #arthurhill #georgeclarkey y/n #georgeclarkey x y/n #george clarkey x reader #georgeclarke y/n #georgeclarke reader #arthur tv #chrismd #chris md

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asumofwords · 2 years ago

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Public sex, voyeurism, female recieving oral, male masturbation.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies, I am here to feed you all. I've written ahead, and oh boy, getting emotional because soon (not too soon, don't worry, we have about 20 chapters left or so) this amazing lil journey will be coming to an end! Again, I want to thank you all as usual for you unwavering support, love and kind words. Truly means the world to me. You are all so sweet !

I have also been writing a lil Modern!Aemond story series and have plenty more ideas in the tank that I'm excited to write hehe. So might be a new fic drop soon :P. Anyway, ENJOY! <3

Chapter 83: Desperation

The next morning, Aemond decided to spend his day with you again, his unease from Aegon’s visit the day before setting him on edge. You spent the beginning of your day beneath him, soft kisses being pressed to your lips as he held you tightly against his firm body. Your small apology seeming to have softened his touches once more.

Breakfast was eaten together, as always, and you smiled when he told you that he would be spending the day with you.

“I was going to spend the day in the library reading, perhaps send another letter to Baela and Jacaerys.” You dabbed your lips with the napkin.

“Have you finished ‘The Loves of Queen Nymeria’ ?” Aemond asked, setting down his cutlery as he finished the food on his plate.

Leaning back in your chair you smiled, “I did. Why? Did you wish to read it?”

“I think I might.”

You let out a soft laugh, “I never would have thought I would see the day when Aemond Targaryen wants to read a book on the lovers of a woman.”

Aemond tilted his head, “What makes that so unbelievable?” He asked, sounding almost offended.

You mirrored his posture, “You who is possessive to the point of aggression? Wants to learn about a woman who had taken multiple lovers?”

“Hm.”

“Hm.” You parroted him, standing up and moving to his side of the table, “Come, I want to read.”

And read you did not.

Not too long after you perused the isles of books to find a new one to read, Aemond had pressed himself against your back, hands splayed on your hips as he dipped his head to kiss at your neck.

“Aemond,” You hissed, “Insatiable beast.” You swatted at his hands, trying to wriggle from his hold.

Aemond only chuckled and pressed his clothed cock against your backside, a low groan falling from his lips. Your skin felt alight as arousal burst through you.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered, pushing back against him.

“Why?” Aemond gathered your skirts at your front as you pushed back against him.

“Someone might see.”

Aemond hummed as he dragged his hand between your thighs, fingers diving between your folds, finding them already wet. “I think you like the idea of someone finding us.”

A quiet gasping moan left your lips as he swirled his fingers around your bud, nipping at the skin where your shoulder meets your neck, your hands behind you gripping the material of his breeches, unsure if you were pushing him away or pulling him closer. His long fingers dipped into your wetness before bringing it back up, soothing circles over your bud.

“Fuck.” You whined quietly, hips bucking into his touch.

“Perhaps Ser Cole may find us again.” Aemond teased, and your stomach clenched, head lolling back onto his shoulder as he let two fingers push inside of you.

“You like that don’t you? The idea of being watched? Getting caught?” He teased, dragging his fingers in and out of your heat. You bit your lip to stop you from making any noise, but your walls clamped down on his digits at his words.

“Such a filthy girl you are. Who knew that my sweet wife was so debaucherous.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes tightly as he continued to drag pleasure through you, your hands clutching against the shelf, fingers digging into the hard wood for purchase. Every drag of his fingers caused slick to gather in his palm.

Aemond suddenly spun you around, pushing your back against the shelf, hand ripping out of your centre.

“Need to taste you.” He breathed, before moving down to his knees, hiking a leg over his shoulder as he dove his mouth onto you.

“Fuck.” You whined, gripping his hair in your hands, his expert tongue already swirling over your sensitive bud.

Aemond continued to lap at your core as soft whimpers fell from your lips, a hand flying to your mouth to bite at your fingers, desperate to suppress the sound you made. But Aemond was relentless, grabbing your hand and tugging it away from your face.

“Want to hear you.” He groaned into your cunt, and your head fell backwards against the shelf, books sliding to their side as he slid two fingers back into your core, licking and sucking at your pearl.

Pleasure wound its way inside of your gut and your heart raced in your chest at the thought of someone finding you in your compromised position. Aemond began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, and you could not stop the long whine that flew from your chest as his fingers brushed against the spongey spot within you.

“Aemond.” You moaned, writhing your hips up to meet his face as he licked and prodded at your core.

He grunted in approval and continued, speeding up his ministrations as he felt your core begin to tighten around his digits. You squeezed your eyes shut as he sucked your pearl into his mouth, tongue swirling around it wetly.

Prickles moved over your skin, and you felt your peak begin to rise.

“I’m close.” You warned Aemond, which only spurred his movements further, the sound of your wet centre filling the space of the library.

You moved your head to look at him, opening your eyes.

A cry broke from your lips as you locked eyes with a pair of violet ones behind Aemond.

Aemond thought your cry was due to his pleasuring, his tongue and fingers on you, and hummed against your folds. You felt yourself clamp around Aemond’s fingers as he fucked them into you harder and faster, your thighs wet with arousal.

You were frozen.

Staring at the King.

You kept Aegon’s lustful gaze, his lips parted in arousal as he watched you.

Your peak ripped through you suddenly, ecstasy racing through your body as you whimpered loudly into the library, grabbing Aemond’s head with your hands tugging him closer to you as Aegon watched.

Your heart was racing in your chest.

How long had he been there?

“Aemond.” Your voice cracked, still looking at your oldest uncle who took a few steps back silently, standing beside the shelves behind the Prince. Aegon smirked as he watched you twitch, Aemond pressing wet kisses to your thighs before rising up to his full height.

“What?” Aemond asked, catching your eyes as you looked at him, cheeks flushed.

You thought for a beat.

Do you tell him?

Perhaps.

“Need you.” You whimpered, mind made, pulling Aemond in for a searing kiss, Aegon still watching from behind.

Pervert.

Aemond kept hold of your thigh and brought up to his hip, unlacing the front of his breeches whilst his head dipped to kiss the tops of your breasts in your gown, flesh sensitive to the touch. All the while you kept your silent battle of gaze with Aegon, who’s hand slipped down to the front of his breeches, pressing against the straining material in front of his cock.

“Perfect, wet, little cunny.” Aemond groaned as he freed his cock from his breeches, rubbing the head through your slick folds.

You gasped loudly, bucking your hips forward as you pulled him in against you with your leg. In one swift thrust, Aemond entered you, and you let out a loud cry in the library, putting on a show for Aegon.

Let him think he has you.

Aemond began to thrust into you, head tucked into your neck as you held him against you, moaning loudly with each thrust as the sloppy sound of your arousal echoed around you. Aegon had loosened the ties on his own breeches, and stuck a hand down the front.

Disgust wormed its way inside of you, and yet also a strange plucking of delight.

Perhaps Aemond was right, you did like being watched.

Aegon pumped himself in time with Aemond’s thrusts, lip caught between his teeth as he held back any noises. Noises that you still heard to this day. Noises that haunted you.

But right now?

You had power.

You were in control.

And it was exhilarating.

Aemond’s thrusts sped up, his cock bullying your cervix and the bone of his pelvis brushing against your overstimulated bud, your second release winding within you rapidly. You kissed at the side of Aemond’s hair as you watched Aegon pull his cock from his pants, tip red and angry.

Your mouth hung open as the coil within you wound tighter and tighter, Aemond’s hips becoming sloppier by the second as he chased his high. A hand moved to squeeze your breast and you gasped loudly, the flesh tender. Aemond immediately moved his hand away back to your thigh.

“S’close.” You slurred, fingers digging into Aemond’s back as Aegon sped up his hand, “Need you, kepus. Need your seed.” You kept your eyes on Aegon.

Kepus.

Aegon.

Aemond.

The Prince moaned and his hand moved to grasp the skin under your ass, spreading you out on him as a finger moved to rub against your puckered hole gently. Sparks shot up your spine at the unfamiliar feeling, and that was all it took for you to tumble over the edge a second time.

Blinding white pleasure coursed through you as you kept your gaze on Aegon, watching as his mouth became slack, his seed spilling into his closed fist at his tip, cheeks bright red and hair tousled.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Aemond grunted before he reached his peak, hot ropes of his seed painting your walls.

Your head fell back against the books as you all breathed heavily, the smell of sex filling the library, overpowering the smell of parchment. You could feel Aemond’s cock twitching inside of you as you clenched around his length, his head buried in your shoulder, wet kisses being pressed to where he had bitten down on your flesh.

Slowly Aemond pulled back, softly pulling out of you with a whine, before straightening his back to look at you. His lips were swollen and pupil blown out.

You gave him a lazy smile, willing your heart to stop jumping out of your chest. Slowly, he bent his head down to press his lips against yours, kissing you sweetly. You could taste the subtle tang of yourself on his tongue.

It made you feel nauseous knowing that you had an uninvited guest who watched over you.

But this was what you needed.

When you looked back over Aemond’s shoulders, the King was gone.

You had read together by the chaise after, kisses stolen from each other, and glances thrown around the library to see if Aegon was still there watching, hiding amongst the many rows of books and tomes, but he was nowhere to be found.

A small piece of guilt ate at you, but you quickly squashed it.

This was what you needed to do.

When the two of you returned back to your chambers, there was a letter in the centre of your table waiting for you, a red rose placed on top.

A letter from the King.

Inviting you to dine with him and the council that evening.

Aemond in his insecurity, and sudden bout of jealousy ever since Aegon had made his presence more demanding, pulled you onto his lap at the table, exposing your centre and sinking into it with a single thrust.

He fucked you on the chair as you rode atop him, clutching his shoulders for grip as you whined.

“Want my seed to be dripping from your cunt when we dine tonight.”

You tumbled over the edge again for the third time that day.

By the time you went to the Small Dining Hall for dinner, you were exhausted, thoroughly fucked out and body aching. You did not know if you could continue the way the two of you did, every inch of you was sensitive and ached, and all you wanted to do in that moment was sleep.

You kissed Aemond gently before you entered the Hall, and whispered into his ear, “I can feel your seed dripping from my cunt.”

And you could.

Aemond tutted as the doors were opened, “So wasteful with a gift from a Prince.” He whispered, the two of you taking slow steps towards the table as you were announced to the room, “Kessa emagon naejot leghagon ao bē arlī tolī.” Will have to fill you up again later.

You smirked, eyes meeting the King. A blush creeped across your face and you looked down shyly before responding to Aemond.

“Gaomagon ao pendagon kostā jikagon arlī?” Do you think you can go again?

“Lēda ao? Va moriot.” With you? Always.

You sat down side by side, Aemond pulling out your chair for you to sit in and helping to tuck you in after, Aegon’s gaze not leaving yours once, smirk pulling at his pink lips. A familiar face caught your attention at the table.

Lord Jason Lannister.

He was still here.

He sat at the end of the table, Maester Orwyle on one side, Lord Jasper Wylde on the other. His straw blond hair sat brushed and tucked behind his ears, and the red and gold tunic he wore was embroidered with large standing lions.

Jason, catching your gaze, bowed his head to you and smiled.

“How goes the Dragon Pit for Casterly Rock, My Lord?” You inquired from across the table, Aemond humming beside you in irritation.

“I have sent word for some of the finest stonemasons in all the realm. Of course, all would have to wait until a daughter is born.”

“Of course. We should discuss possibilities later.” You smiled, turning away to look back at Aegon as the rest of the table chatted amongst themselves.

When the food was placed upon the table, Alicent said her prayer to the Seven as she always did, and this time, you bowed your head, sliding your eyes to look at Aemond beside you, who’s own was diligently shut.

The table was loud with conversation and eating as the Lords spoke amongst themselves and the King drank from his cups deeply.

Aemond spoke to you quietly in High Valyrian, careful to not rouse the attention of Aegon, "Gaomagon ao drējī pendagon nyke'd ivestragī īlva tala dīnagon zȳhon tresy?” Do you truly think I'd let our daughter marry his son?

“Daor. Yn iksis ziry daor kirimves naejot ūndegon zirȳla pendagon konīr iksis?” No. But is it not fun to see him think there is? You smiled at him cheekily.

Aemond’s lips twitched, “You are a cruel, merciless little thing.”

“Ao jorrāelagon ziry.” You love it.

“Gaoman.” I do.

Jason Lannisters voice moved across the table to Aegon.

“I have heard word from Ser Amos Bracken about some interesting rumours in the North.”

The North?

All attention was on Jason Lannister.

Aegon placed his goblet down on the table, leaning back in his chair to look at the Lord.

“And what are these interesting rumours?” Aegon asked lazily.

Jason’s eyes flitted to you, then back to Aegon as though he was considering not speaking of such things in front of you. But at the King’s prompting hand, Jason began.

“Well for one, House Blackwood still holds the Bracken lands, and has their and the Blacks banners seated atop the Keeps.”

Aegon pouted, pulling his ale back to himself to take a gulping sip.

“And what’s more,” The Lord of Casterly Rock continued, “Is that there has been word of a orange and green dragon sighted flying to and from the North.”

Vermax.

Jacaerys.

“It’s been seen at the Green Fork of the Trident, House Frey’s seat. But of course, Rhaenyra’s son being witnessed to treat with their allies is not an unusual thing. Prince Aemond goes to treat with Houses Swyft, Reyne, Crakehall.” Rivers, “But thats not all of what Ser Amos came to the Golden Tooth to tell me.”

You wished he would get to the point.

Aegon sighed, “Spit it out, Lannister.”

“Rhaenyra has freed the North.”

Laughter rung amongst the table, the Lords looking at one another as they guffawed. Even Aegon laughed loudly, holding up his ale in mock toast before he drained the dregs of his cup, holding it out for a server to come fill it again.

“Freed the North?” Aegon chuckled, “Her largest supporters?”

Lannister beamed at the attention he was getting, his information seemingly delighting the King, “Oh yes, she’s given word to Cregan Stark that she has no wish to rule over free people. Given them their autonomy back.”

Lord Jasper Wylde shook his head, “Princess Rhaenyra-“

“Queen Rhaenyra.” You corrected him stiffly.

Jasper turned to look at you as he continued to speak, “Has undone what only King Aegon the Conqueror could achieve. How many times did Lords and Kings try to claim the North? And how many times did it fail? The only reason why we had the North was because of dragons, and now she has set them free? Whats to say they won’t rebel against us all?”

“Who’s to say that they will?” You argued, “The North has been given no reason to attack the rest of the Kingdoms.” Feeling defensive for your mothers choice you continued, “In fact, I think the Queen’s option to give the North back has bolstered a relationship of peace.” You looked around the table, only to find Aegon smirking at you.

Jason Lannister chuckled pitifully at you, your head snapping to him, “The North was the only thing that gave your mother power.”

“My mother and her many dragons and supporters.” You snipped, “And if my brother is seen to be often flying to treat with the North, then I would say their relationship still stands.”

“She’s given the men a way out.”

“House Stark gave their oath to my mother.”

“I know other Houses that did the same thing.”

“And turncloaks they are.” You snipped, “There has never been a Stark who has broken their oath.”

Jason leant back in his chair and laughed heartily, head tipped back, even Otto Hightower chuckled from the side of Aegon, his tired eyes looking at you with mirth.

“All men can break their oaths.”

“All men are not Starks.”

“Perhaps you should have been wed to to the Stark boy, what’s his name?” Aegon laughed, “Crepan? Credan?”

“Lord Cregan Stark.” You spoke calmly, “And my hand was to be offered to him. But I decided against it.”

Jason Lannisters laugh sounded more like a squawk or a squeal, “And here you are. You could have been up in the North with the mudmen freezing your bits off.”

“The North would not have wanted to be used as a bartering piece in war. What my mother has done was the right thing. The Starks were and are the Kings of the North.”

“Kings of ice and snow.”

“Kings no less.”

"I don’t recognise the Northerners of having Kings.” Aegon smirked.

“And I’m sure others don’t recognise you as theirs. And yet it still stands.”

Aegon clapped his hands loudly and beamed at you, teeth showing as he grinned.

“Tell me brother, you’re well read on the history and politics of the realm. You’ve always had that nose of yours stuck in books. What do you think of this all? Do you think our sister made the right choice?”

The chambers were quiet as all waited for Aemond’s response. Alicent had her elbows on the table, hands clasped in front of her face as she tried to sneakily and unnoticeably bite at her nails in habit. Otto looked genuinely interested in what Aemond had to say, but Aegon was clearly up to no good.

The Prince pursed his lips, tongue in his cheek as he thought, watching his brother.

“We don’t know what freeing the North means for the rest of us.” He began and you felt your heart sink, “It’s true that Aegon the First was the only one to have ever conquered the North. Their lands are stretching, Houses and alliances ancient and new, not to mention, the North is a most inhospitable land to live in, let alone wage and win a war against.”

You breathed heavily in your nose, teeth grinding together, your hands in tight fists in your lap.

If Aegon had freed the North all would have applauded him for his bravery. But all laughed and mocked your mother because she was a woman.

“As for freeing the North?” Aemond’s voice became louder, “I think it was the smartest move Rhaenyra could have made.”

Your head snapped to your husband, staring at him in disbelief.

Had he just agreed with you?

Aegon scoffed, eyebrows high on his face. Jason Lannister and Jasper Wylde laughed softly and shook their heads.

“If we know anything about the North and their people, we know that they do not recognise the rest of the Kingdom’s unless forced to. The North bent the knee to Aegon the First, and who is to say they would continue to listen to another foreign ruler from the South? Would you bend the knee to a monarch who you knew naught about? Who you had no similarities to, besides being men? What Rhaenyra has done, is bolster trust and respect. And I daresay that is more powerful than ruling with fear."

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sparklepocalypse · 5 months ago

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Hi! I've been largely absent from tag games for a bit, but thanks to everyone who routinely adds me! I wasn't ignoring you, I promise -- I was finalizing my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic, though, so today's snippet comes from chapter 4 of Meet Me on the Other Side, which will be posted on Friday sometime shortly after 12 AM.

Snippet, tags, and a bonus mood board behind the jump!

Henry awakens to the dull patter of raindrops against canvas. Outside, he hears shuffling, and a moment later the tent flaps part and as Henry sits up in his bedroll, Alex ducks inside, two tin plates balanced in one hand and the handles of two steaming mugs in the other. His hair hangs in wet, black ringlets that stick to his forehead and his ears, and his jaw is freshly shaven. The better part of Alex himself is wet as well, and Henry realizes he’s completed his grooming and prepared their meal in the rain. He’s decidedly unsure of how to respond to this sort of treatment. Thankfully, Alex saves him from analyzing things too deeply by mumbling, “Mornin’,” as the tent flaps whisper shut behind him. “Good morning,” Henry returns quietly. He accepts a plate gratefully when Alex offers it to him. Alex hands him one of the tin cups as well, and Henry is surprised to see that unlike Alex’s cup, which is full of coffee so dark that the night would be made bright by comparison, his own cup contains only hot water. “F’r your tea,” Alex says gruffly, and something in Henry’s stomach warms as much as the water warms his hands through the molded tin. Alex turns towards his pack, but as Henry watches, the back of his neck reddens. After a moment, Henry shakes himself back to reality and reaches for his own rucksack. He retrieves the little parcel Shaan had sent for him and pulls out the silver infuser spoon first, pinching open the clasp and filling the cavity within with the aromatic black tea. Setting the parcel aside for a moment, Henry reaches for the cup of hot water and gently places the infuser within. The citrusy tang of bergamot begins to rise slowly from the cup as the tea brews, and he savors the comforting scent. “I knew you Brits were serious about your tea,” Alex drawls, “but d’you need me to leave the two of you alone?”

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When I Rule The World || Klance

Chapter One: 1.1: The End's Beginning

It was nearly midnight when Keith finished unpacking his boxes. The apartment was nice, it had enough space for Lance and him, but was still a little cramped at the end of the day. Lance had given up unpacking by 5pm, deciding to flop down on the couch and mess around on his phone. Keith had recently discovered Lance's Instagram account, which was a blue lion fanpage, and had spent hours teasing him about it.

He was pretty sure that was what Lance had been messing around with all afternoon.

Keith stands up and stretched, popping his back in the progress. He looked around his small room and smiled in satisfaction. He didn't have much to keep in his room, but he had some things. Lance had insisted on going shopping for new clothes, since they barely had any, and Keith had found some that he liked, leaving his closet sparse, but still full. Lance, however, ended up buying a lot of non clothing items, sparking more teasing on Keith's part.

He looked at the stack of journals on his bookshelf, unsure of what he was going to do now. Nothing big was happening now. When he'd started, it'd been right after he was kicked out of the Garrison and detailed everything up to Zarkon's defeat. Now, he had nothing significant to report. Maybe he'd write about job searching, an infamously difficult task, or about his day to day life, full of residua trauma, or maybe about Lance.

Keith had detailed his feelings for Lance in the journal, from dislike to disinterested to friendly, to whatever they had going on now. It was complicated. Keith didn't let himself explore his feelings because it was always a distraction from the task at hand. But, now? there was no task at hand. Just living life day by day.

Keith made the decision to explore his emotions through writing. Not just his feelings for Lance, but all of his emotions. He was allowed to feel them now, so shouldn't he work them out the only way he knew how?

Keith grabbed his most recent journal and a pencil before sitting on his bed. He opens to the first empty page.

December 25, 2018

Today, Lance and I moved in together. It's a nice little place. It's good to have my own space, but not be alone. Lance is probably asleep on the couch because it's almost midnight when I'm writing this. It's been a little over a week since we returned to Earth. I miss being out in space, helping people, but I need time off. I promised Kolivan I'd be willing to come back to help the Blade of Marmora after at least a year, but I don't know if that'll be enough time.

I'm feeling things, really feeling them, for the first time in a very long time and it's odd. I don't really know what I'm feeling, just that I am feeling. I miss Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran, but I'm glad that I'm not living with everyone for a while.I'm not too sure what that's called, but that's what I'm feeling at the moment.

I tried this sandwich place near us today. I can't remember what it's called, but the staff was really nice and my sandwich was incredible. I'll definitely have to go back sometime. I'm thinking about getting a job soon, so I can have some more spending money and something to do. We get paid by the Garrison for saving the universe, which covers rent and utilities, but I'd like to work for extra cash.

Lance and I went shopping today because we both needed new clothes. I ended up with three pairs of jeans, athletic shorts, a few solid color shirts, and a really nice jacket. Lance ended up with random decor for the apartment, a pair of pajamas, a lamp (not sure where he's gonna put it), a pack of boxers, a pair of socks with raccoons on them (he yelled 'hey, Keith, it's you' whilst holding them up. I thought it was really cute.), and a Lego set. The Lego set was Batman, I think.

I had completely forgotten how much that idiot loves shopping for random shit. We'll have to move to a bigger place if he keeps it up.

I've been feeling things towards Lace that I don't quite understand. It's more than a friend feeling and I don't know what that means for me and our friendship. Lance makes me happy. No matter how I'm feeling, he always cheers me up. And I look forward to seeing him. HE makes me want to get through each day and to the next. I know it sounds like I'm describing a friend, but it isn't the same. It feels more intense. Well, not intense intense, but stronger than friendship feelings are. I don't really want to think about it because it scares me in a way. If I let myself feel what I think I'm feeling, than I'm opening myself up to further vulnerabilities. I understand that having friends gives both strength an vulnerability, but it's not the same.

Maybe I should go see a therapist.

- Keith

He shut the journal closed and replaced it on the shelf. Maybe he should go see a therapist. After all, he was traumatized from everything that'd happened. Maybe he could finally process that.

He turned off the lights and got in bed. It took a while to fall asleep, but he finally did.

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Keith was running. His heart was racing. Zarkon's men were after him. He couldn't see them, but he knew they were there. Then he came to a dead stop. The walls around him were tall and had appeared out of nowhere. He was trapped. He turned around and drew his sword.

Five large Galrans were right on his tail. He wasn't sure how tall they were, but significantly taller than him and still growing- no- he was shrinking. He was probably the size of a housecat when they finally reached him. He stood his ground, determined to kill or be killed.

The one in the middle reached down and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, hoisting him in the air. Keith let out a scream, mostly from surprise, and slashed at his arm. His blade slid across his skin, leaving no mark. The Galrans laugh at his predicament. He's small, weak, and defenseless. The equivalent to them of a pest. The one holding him held his sword up to Keith, cutting a deep wound in his thigh. He screamed, this time in pain.

Then, he woke up.

Keith shot up in his bed, slamming his head into someone else. He let out a terrified noise and shoved the other person onto the floor. Then he fully processes who he had just hit and shoved- Lance.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, Lance." Keith says apologetically.

Lance gets up and sits on his bed, "It's alright. You okay? I heard some shouting and came in here to see you completely drenched in sweat."

"Nightmare. Different one than normal, but still pretty bad. You woke me up at a good time, though, I think I was about to be tortured." Keith grabs a hair tie off his nightstand and pulls his sweaty hair into a ponytail.

"Ah, yeah that's not fun. I can't sleep because of nightmares. I have them every time I close my eyes."

"Maybe we should go to therapy together," Keith half jokes, "We're 'trauma bonded' as the kids say."

"Kids? You're still a kid, dude."

"I'm not. Not really, anyway. I wasn't a kid before all of this and I definitely am not now."

"But you were a kid. That's the issue," Lance grabs one of Keith's hands, "You didn't get to be a kid and that's traumatic. You know what? We are gonna go to therapy."

"I was mostly kidding about that."

"Well, I'm not. We've both been through some traumatic shit and I think we need help. I mean, Pidge and Hunk are already in therapy, so why shouldn't we be?"

"Pidge and Hunk are different, though." Keith bites his cheek, "I don't mean that in a bad way, they're just-"

"I know what you mean, and, no offense, Keith, but you're wrong. They are different, yes, but everyone can benefit from therapy. I won't force you to do it together, but I am going to force you to go at least once." Lance squeezes his hand, sending a rush of emotions through him.

Keith looks away from Lance, and speaks softly, "Okay. I can do at least once."

"Awesome!" Lance grins, "Now, do you want to go get snacks from the gas station and watch a movie? Something we haven't seen before, but something that's lighthearted?"

"You know I'm always down for that."

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The gas station was a bit sketchy, making Keith a bit nervous, but he figured they'd be alright with all their physical training in their pockets. On the inside, it looked like every other gas station he'd been to. Snacks, drinks, a few toys, a slushie machine. It was his first time being at one in years.

Keith decided on white Monster, chocolate covered pretzels, brownie bites, and gummy worms. He wasn't planning on having all his snacks that night, but he did want something comforting to snack on.

Lance had grabbed a Dr. Pepper, Pringles, and beef jerky.

The walk back to the apartment was nice. It was oddly still outside, considering they were in a city. Not the biggest city, but maybe the night life wasn't as strong here as some other cities.

Shit, Lance had been talking and he had not been listening at all.

"-and then we could decorate them with edible glitter and give them to neighbors! Were you listening to me?"

Keith must've made a face at him, "No, I was distracted by my own thoughts."

"Good or bad ones?" Lance asks, slightly concerned.

"Not really either. Just observing everything around us. Not in an anxious way, but in a I've never lived here way."

"Okay, good. I was just yapping, I didn't say anything important."

"Ah, just like normal." Keith grins.

Lance rolls his eyes, "Okay silver tongue."

"And what about it? I can't help that everything I say is eloquent and scintillating."

"Says the guy who said 'what time is the day' yesterday morning."

"Oh, shut up." Keith's face flushes.

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Lance had decided they were going to watch Paddington that night and there was no convincing him otherwise. Keith was mildly interested in the movie, but too tired to fully pay attention to it. He was more focused on the fact that Lance had laid down on the couch with his head in his lap. Lance was fully invested in the movie, paying Keith no attention.

After a while, probably 45 minutes into the movie, Keith finally had the confidence to run his fingers through Lance's hair. It was soft and fluffy, exactly the way he'd been imagining it would be. Lance let out a noise, somewhere between surprised and pleased. It was a sound he wanted to hear again some time, he decided. He absentmindedly began braiding small sections of Lance's hair. Keith loved braiding. Friendship bracelets, hair, it didn't matter because it gave him something to do with his hands.

They spent the rest of the movie like that. When it ended, Keith decided he wanted to sleep on the couch while Lance kept watching movies. He knew he slept better if he wasn't alone.

The two boys switched spots and Keith curled up under a blanket. He felt Lance's hand in his hair before drifting off to sleep. He didn't dream that night.

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palestinesupporterandloover · 7 months ago

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back to december - taylor X

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

New York City was alive with the hustle and bustle of a typical winter evening. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, blanketing the streets in a soft, white layer. Madison clutched her coat tighter around her, her breath forming little clouds in the frigid air as she navigated through the crowded streets. The city always seemed to have a magical charm around the holidays, and despite the cold, Madison found herself smiling.

She was heading to a special event tonight – a secret concert by none other than Taylor Swift. Madison had been a devoted Swiftie for as long as she could remember. The way Taylor's lyrics spoke to her soul, capturing every heartbreak, every joy, every moment of growth, made her feel understood in a way nothing else could. This concert was a dream come true, a chance to see her idol up close in an intimate setting.

The venue, a quaint, hidden-away club in the West Village, was already buzzing with excitement. Madison squeezed her way through the throng of fans, her heart pounding in her chest. She found a spot near the stage, her eyes wide with anticipation.

As the lights dimmed and the crowd quieted, the familiar chords of "Lover" began to play. The room erupted in cheers as Taylor stepped onto the stage, her presence radiating warmth and charm. Madison's eyes welled up with tears as she sang along, every word resonating deeply within her.

After the concert, the crowd slowly dispersed, but Madison lingered, savoring the experience. She noticed a small group of fans gathering near the back of the club, and her curiosity got the better of her. She approached cautiously, her heart racing with the hope of catching another glimpse of Taylor.

To her astonishment, Taylor was there, casually chatting with fans and signing autographs. Madison's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated, unsure if she should approach. Just as she was about to turn away, Taylor looked up and their eyes met. A warm smile spread across Taylor's face.

"Hey there," Taylor said, her voice as melodic and soothing as Madison had imagined. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Madison nodded, unable to speak for a moment. "It was incredible. You were incredible."

Taylor chuckled. "Thank you. I'm glad you had a good time."

Feeling a surge of courage, Madison took a deep breath. "I've been a fan for so long. Your music has helped me through so much. I can't even begin to explain how much it means to me."

Taylor's eyes softened. "That means the world to me. Thank you for sharing that."

As they chatted, Madison felt an unexpected connection. Taylor was down-to-earth and genuinely interested in hearing about her experiences. They laughed, shared stories, and for a moment, Madison forgot she was talking to one of the biggest stars in the world.

Before parting ways, Taylor handed Madison a small, signed photo. "Here, a little something to remember tonight by. Keep chasing your dreams, Madison. You never know where they might take you."

Madison left the club with her heart full and her spirits lifted. The night felt like a beautiful, surreal dream. She walked through the snowy streets, clutching the photo to her chest, knowing that this December night would be one she'd cherish forever.

Chapter 2: A New Beginning

The days after the concert felt like a whirlwind for Madison. She couldn't stop thinking about her conversation with Taylor, replaying every word in her mind. It was as if a spark had been ignited within her, urging her to take a leap of faith and pursue her own dreams with newfound determination.

Inspired by Taylor's words, Madison decided to revisit an old passion of hers – writing. She had always loved crafting stories and lyrics, but life had a way of pushing her dreams to the back burner. Now, with a fresh sense of purpose, she started writing again, pouring her heart into every word.

Months passed, and Madison found herself flourishing in ways she hadn't imagined. She joined a local writers' group, where she met like-minded individuals who encouraged and supported her. Her confidence grew, and she began sharing her work online, gaining a small but dedicated following.

One evening, as she sat at her favorite coffee shop, Madison received a message that made her heart skip a beat. It was from a literary agent who had stumbled upon her work and was interested in representing her. The possibility of getting her stories published felt like a dream come true.

Excited and nervous, Madison agreed to meet with the agent. They discussed her work, her vision, and her goals. By the end of the meeting, Madison had signed with the agency, her heart brimming with hope for the future.

As her writing career began to take off, Madison couldn't help but think back to that magical night in December. Taylor's words of encouragement had sparked a chain of events that led her to this point. She decided to write a letter to Taylor, expressing her gratitude and sharing how much that brief encounter had changed her life.

A few weeks later, Madison received a response that left her in tears. Taylor had not only read her letter but had also shared it on social media, praising Madison's journey and encouraging her followers to support her work. The outpouring of love and support from the Swiftie community was overwhelming, and Madison felt more connected than ever to the people who had inspired her.

The following year, Madison's debut novel hit the shelves. It was a story of love, resilience, and the power of dreams – themes that resonated deeply with her own journey. At the book launch, she looked out at the crowd of friends, family, and fans, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude.

After the event, Madison stood alone for a moment, taking it all in. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a familiar face. Taylor stood there, a proud smile on her lips.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Taylor said, pulling Madison into a warm hug.

Madison couldn't hold back her tears. "Thank you, Taylor. For everything."

Taylor squeezed her hand. "You did this, Madison. You followed your heart and made it happen. I'm so proud of you."

As they stood together, surrounded by the people who had supported her journey, Madison knew that this was just the beginning. With her dreams unfolding before her, she felt ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that the magic of that December night would always be with her.

Epilogue: The Enduring Spark

Years passed, and Madison's career continued to flourish. She published more novels, each one resonating with readers around the world. She often thought about how that one night in December had set her on a path she never imagined possible.

Madison and Taylor remained in touch, their bond growing stronger over time. They supported each other's endeavors and celebrated each other's successes. Madison even found herself collaborating with Taylor on a special project, blending her storytelling with Taylor's music in a way that felt both natural and magical.

As Madison stood on stage at a book festival, reading an excerpt from her latest novel, she spotted Taylor in the audience, a proud smile on her face. The sight filled her with a profound sense of gratitude and joy.

After the reading, Taylor joined Madison on stage, surprising the audience with an impromptu performance of "Lover." The crowd sang along, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus that echoed the sentiment of love and connection that had brought Madison and Taylor together.

As the song ended, Madison took the microphone, her voice steady and filled with emotion. "This journey started with a chance encounter, a spark that ignited a dream. And it reminded me that sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of magic to change your life forever."

The audience erupted in applause, their cheers a testament to the power of dreams and the enduring bond of friendship. As Madison and Taylor shared a heartfelt hug, Madison knew that no matter where life took her, she would always carry the magic of that December night in her heart.

And so, with a heart full of love and dreams that reached for the stars, Madison continued to write her story, knowing that the best was yet to come.

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curiouselleth · 10 months ago

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Be He Foe or Friend

Decided to start posting this here as well! (ao3)

Be He Foe or Friend is a Silmarillion choose your own adventure fic I've been writing for a little while now, and right now I have 3 rounds of chapters out (including the first one.) At the end of each chapter there is a choice, and the one you choose corresponds with which chapter you read next! Right now I have the next chapters on ao3 linked in the options at the bottom, and I'll be reblogging this post with the next chapters!

This is written in second POV, as if you, the reader, are Lalwen.

Chapter 1: Introductions

“You are still young and this is a big step, my darling Lalwen, but as my daughter and princess of the Noldor, it is time you start attending court and finding your role as a princess of our people. I know you are unsure, but I have every confidence that the people will adore you.” your father said encouragingly.

“Are you sure, atar? I fear due to the controversy of your and amil’s marriage I may be ill received not just in the court, but by the people if I begin to take a greater role…”

Finwë tucks a braid behind your ear, “do not fear my darling, Fingolfin and I will be with you the entire time, even Fëanor will be there today.”

You smile, take a shaky breath, and nod, “I suppose we should stop stalling, then.”

“Lalwen, my daughter, my darling, my precious. You are the one stalling, not me!” we laughed.

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The court hall had always been lavishly adorned. Precious metals were inlaid into the very stone of the walls and floor, running like rivers and vines. The floor is a beautiful mosaic depicting the path the Noldor traveled from the very waters of Cuiviénen in the far east to the border of the home of the Noldor in the west, the white city of Tirion. The thrones sat on a raised dais, and upon each step a level of the city is depicted, until the top step, which shows the gardens outside this very hall, with the thrones in the middle sitting where the Court Hall would be depicted on the mosaic.

Windows of vibrantly colored glass depicting scenes of the Noldor’s travels and crafts starting nigh a step up from the floor stretch fathoms up, nearly to the ceiling where finely polished gemstones hanging in the eaves and vaults of the roof sparkle brilliantly in the light of the two trees. Between the windows hang intricately woven tapestries displaying the symbols of all the different Craft Guilds gently billowing as a breeze passes through the great doors of the hall.

Today the hall is filled with Noldor dressed in their finest clothes and jewels, and so many elves that they had to remove the benches that lined the halls to make more space. Garlands of flowers and vines stretch across the hall- no, not flowers! Finely crafted stones, ores and gems, shaped and arranged so realistically that one who was not accustomed to the Noldor would not even see the difference between these and the most beautiful of Yavanna’s blooms. If the light of the trees were any brighter the scene would be near blinding with the light reflecting off all the gems, metalwork, and polished stone.

There were also minstrels scattered through the hall, playing soft, joyful melodies and harmonies, for today a new Princess of the Noldor was taking her place in the court.

As the Royal family enters, a hush falls over the hall, so that the very steps of even baby Finarfin, your young brother, can be heard by the elves' ears.

Finwë leads your family in with Indis and baby Finarfin between them, as they pass the people bow, then Fëanor, Nerdanel his wife, pregnant again already! You marvel for a brief moment, and their son Maedhros. Next Fingolfin, your brother, and his betrothed Anarie.

Then it’s your turn. After you pass, the elves rise from their bow, and when you reach the dias and turn, about to take your seat, they erupt into thunderous applause and cheering.

It took several minutes for the crowd to quiet again so Finwë could properly introduce your joining the court. Such was their excitement to have a new Princess in court, as your sister Findis discovered that court was not for her and had begun contemplating becoming a devotee of Varda. The rest of the court session passed in a blur, so luckily there were not any matters that required your attention.

Unlike Findis, Fingolfin, your brother, had taken to court and politics like a… well like how only a prince of the Noldor could.

Fëanor too had taken to courtly matters quickly as well, though his true passions were lore and smithing. Even though he was your half-brother, and your eldest sibling, you did not know much more about him then any other elf, as his disdain for Indis, your mother, and Fingolfin, your brother, usually resulted in him visiting seldom, and on the few occasions he did, he was rather haughty, although never to the point of being straight out rude. He seemed rather tolerable on easier topics though, the few times you had the chance to speak.

Perhaps it was seeing how confident Fëanor and Fingolfin were and how sure in themselves and their beliefs they were was what made you hold your head higher, and even began to allow a seed of courage to begin to take root.

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Perhaps you should’ve expected someone would ask you about it. It had been controversial from the start, and the memory of elves was long, so it may always be so. But when they asked you if you thought it was fair to Míriel, who was barred from ever being re-embodied when your parents married, it still shook you. For you to say it was unfair would be to say that you wish yourself, your sister, and brothers would never, should never have been born, and your parents never married.

To say that it was not unfair to Míriel who was to be left dead permanently was to appear callus, saying that she made her choice and should never be returned to life.

Your half brother, Fëanor, the son of Míriel, would never miss the opportunity to argue for justice for his mother. But none could blame him, for he alone in all elves born in Valinor knew the pain of the death of a parent, in the undying lands. And furthermore the strange feeling of the loss of one who will never return.

Your brother Fingolfin usually took a more delicate approach, recognizing that Míriel did make a choice for herself, so Finwë had the right to do the same for himself.

All this passed through your mind in a flash, and you voiced your support for:

Fëanor’s position that it was unjust to Míriel, and Fëanor himself for he lost his mother permanently. Go to Fëanor’s Position

Fingolfin’s position that Míriel made her choice, sad that it was, and Finwë had the right to seek happiness when Míriel chose to leave, as Manwe, King of All Arda, declared Finwë’s right to remarry. Go to Fingolfin’s Position.

Allowing everyone, including Finwë and Míriel, privacy in difficult decisions such as these and that the discussion of such personal matters should not be a matter of public debate, despite the fact that it was about their King. Go to Privacy for Eru’s Sake!

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kath-artic · 1 year ago

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more weird dreams

it's starting to fade now because i've waited too long to start writing it down, but i do remember some vague fragments. there was some scene at the beginning where i was being made to get into bed with a much older man and his wife but i was also disguised as his wife i think? but he kept touching me and i could tell he was naked under the covers and the other woman in the bed was gonna get up to go to the bathroom and leave us alone and i begged her to let me go with her and spent the whole night in the hallways outside the bathroom (also worth mentioning the bedroom was my parents room in my childhood home and the bathroom was placed in the exact way it was in my childhood home)

and then i was wandering in the snow down empty new jersey highways i've been lost on in other dreams (the port city i often dream about also made an appearance but i cant remember the context) and came to my high school except it looked different. i dont remember how he got there, but i wound up running into my first ex (the one who assaulted me) and he was the version of him i knew before we dated. he was funny and charming and after everything that had happened in the last part of the dream, i needed that comfort. he was so kind to me this time and i remember us walking outside together and him packing a snowball to throw at me and i stopped short and said "my mom cant see us together" because i knew her car was parked nearby and she was waiting to pick me up. he asked why not and i couldnt bring myself to say "because she knows you raped me" because i was so afraid of breaking the illusion that he was a good person.

then there was a third chapter where i was staying w my friend who i stay w a lot in real life except she lived in a big modern house instead of a college dorm and the whole front face of the house was windows and i was playing a lot of bg3 and looking out at the snow unsure of where anyone was. and her and her roommates kept phasing in and out and they were getting ready for some dress up event and i was just gonna be alone in the house and i started flashing through to another dream where i was in canada w my grandparents staying in a big treehouse in the woods and exploring a nearby swamp (neither of which exist on their property in real life lol) and i knew there were faries out there. i flashed back into the house dream and i had to pack to go home but as i started packing it quickly became my childhood bedroom and i was packing up my toys and i look outside into the snow and feel so so alone.

the whole dream felt so lonely and empty. like everybody was getting blown away with the snow. something in there about tainted memories. and the part with my ex is so particularly strange because i was trying to find him the other day to see if he's still alive and okay. despite everything he ever did ive always found it hard to think of him as a bad person and some part of me will always care about him because he used to be such a dear friend of mine. and even though i know i shouldnt i can sometimes justify what he did to me, i just know i probably wasnt the only one

i think the thing that really gets me is that i ran to him after my friend who was like a brother to me passed away from an overdose because i never got to articulate how much i loved him and i needed to give that love to somebody. and then he developed a drug problem. and its like he did so many horrible things to me but some part of me still wants to save him. weird.

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inthegardensofourminds · 1 month ago

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I have now played two out of the four initial unlocked routes of Olympia Soirée, Tokisada and Yosuga. Under "Keep reading" because I might get spoiler-y as I write this.

Content warning: discussions of sexual scenes in the game

Tokisada's was my first route and took me a long time because I started it at the beginning of the year and then played kind of inconsistently throughout the year, not finishing until late this fall. Because of that, I'm having a hard time judging exactly how much I liked his story because even though the game flashes back on previous dialogue a fair bit when Byakuya is remembering something from before, because of the time it took me to finish this route I don't think I got into the flow of it as much as if I had been more consistent. Regardless, I still liked it. I thought from the start that Tokisada was pretty cute. He's younger than Byukuya, I believe, and his personality does seem a bit childish at times. Even though he and Byakuya have some cute moments, I wasn't always feeling the romance that strongly. I did like that she wasn't sure how she felt about him at first, because that felt believable even if I knew she would be in love with him at the end because I was in his route.

The good ending was nice, but I felt it ended kind of abruptly. I was kind of surprised when the credits were already started. This was before I figured out that the last three chapters in the archive were the two bad endings and the good ending epilogue, so part of that could have been because I was expecting more chapters than there really were.

And those bad endings? OOF! The bad ending where Byakuya gets drugged, kidnapped, and forced to sleep with Kaina (while thinking she's with Tokisada) had me going "EW!" and "WTF??!?!" Probably one of the worst bad endings I've ever seen in a game. I was laughing, though, even if I was also uttering the other aforementioned things. Tokisada's little interjection on the home menu made me go "Chill, this bad ending doesn't count I already got the good one!" But it's also sad to think of him feeling that way after that bad ending happens. The other bad ending was almost open-ended even though they are likely to drown. But it still didn't feel nearly as bad as the other one.

When I was picking my first route when I had started the game, I was trying to pick between Tokisada and Yosuga, so for my second route I went with Yosuga.

I had been pretty intrigued by him from before and I'm glad I played his route in a much shorter span of time. I'm glad the game gave me some reminding about things as it went along, because I still needed that, but I think I generally kept with the flow, though I kind of regret playing some pivotal scenes while riding the subway yesterday because my focus wasn't as good as when I'm at home. Like Tokisada having being an Outsider making him having something in common with Byakuya, who is from Tennyo Island, I thought it was interesting that Yosuga and Byakuya have in common that they are currently the only ones of their colours who are alive. His route had a pretty different vibe from the start, compared to Tokisada's route, and I enjoyed the sweet moments in those early chapters, like the scene under the cherry blossom tree.

The chapter where Yosuga takes Byakuya to Tennyo Island took the wind out of my sails, though, as did a few of their other love scenes throughout the route. Yosuga is portrayed as someone who is kind and cares about others, and yet his love scenes with Byakuya don't appeal to me. In the one on Tennyo Island, he acts like he is going to kill her and then force himself on her. Byakuya is in love with him, so even though he's threatening to violate her she doesn't fight back. This scene introduces a recurring theme in the love scenes that I really didn't like. Byakuya often says "no" to Yosuga in those scenes, but then they continue. I get that Byakuya feels scared and unsure about engaging in these acts with Yosuga, all the while finding herself wanting them, which is not something I have a problem with. But the fact that she is often saying "No" instead of "I can't" or "I shouldn't" just doesn't feel great to me and made it hard for me to enjoy these scenes much.

What I liked about the good end of the story is that Olympia takes charge in helping to make things happen. She makes demands that must be metin order for compromises to be made, using her power and status to work towards making her world better. Even in the bad ending where she is made to work as a sex worker in the bathhouse in order to win Yosuga's freedom, there is still that sense of conviction, and while a bit sad it didn't feel as sad as a bad ending could have been. The other bad ending where she grows to hate him had a kind of awkward CG (of Byakuya and Yosuga's oragasm faces?!??!?!) and I was going "What? Why?" the entire time. Yosuga's route was definitely more sexual than Tokisada's and I'm not sure I completely liked that. It was interesting that Yosuga became a shou at the end but I had difficulty with the lead-up to it.

After mixed feelings about purple boy Yosuga, who seems to be one of the more popular characters according to a Reddit poll I saw, I think I will next be moving onto Riku's route. Looking forward to following another route with a sword-wielding guy.

#Olympia Soirée #Olympia Soiree #otome #otome games #otome game #otome game review #K plays Olympia Soirée

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blue-15000 · 6 months ago

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Notes for Chapter 8 of To Be a Kunoichi

Hello all,

I undercooked the boba. What a tragedy. Anyway.

I struggled with some scenes this chapter, unsure of how Naruto might respond to certain things - I hope everything has come together in a satisfying way.

I thought I might elaborate a bit on my writing process.

I write the scenes set in the present first, and will usually write a few chapters ahead in terms of present scenes - they set the tone and themes for each chapter and for the whole arc, so I like to finish them first.

I have plotted the whole fic in broad strokes, and am plotting a couple arcs ahead in detail (Outline vs Scene Plans, in my notes). I try to begin and end the present and past parts of the arc in the same thematic places, the timelines will catch up, like, 4 or 5 arcs before the end of the fic.

Sometimes the timelines parallel and sometimes they contrast. In Run, Hide, Fight Naruto arguably lost her fight against the Iwa nin - a disastrous, deadly encounter, but won the fight against Bear in the past, a personal triumph. Similarly, in the arc To Be a Kunoichi things in the present improve - Tenzo wakes up, Shisui's leg is finally healed, after 8 chapters of the poor guy struggling. But in the past Naruto is plunging into a particularly bad period of her life, one that will change the way she feels about the Sandaime, the village, herself, and her teammates, forever.

Some details might be hard to catch if you're reading chapter-by-chapter. In the present, Naruto is 15, nearly 16 (she mentions it being early October, she's about to have an exceptionally crappy birthday).

In the past, Naruto is 9, very nearly 10. She was recruited to ANBU in late summer and now it's autumn. She is also about to have an exceptionally crappy birthday. This team has been together a long time - there will be time skips, but not more than 6 months to a year.

I try to keep the arcs on track, and fairly short, stuff that I can wrap up in 5-10 chapters each. I've seen too many long-form fics get bogged down in a particular arc and struggle to reach their conclusions because of it, I didn't want to make the same mistake. I also didn't want to rehash arcs that have been done to death, like the Land of Waves arc. Some arcs will be adapted from canon, some will be original. Depends on what the ripple effects would conceivably be - Nart's hardly going to be in the chunin exams with the rest of her canon cohort, for example, but nothing I've wrote so far changes the fact that Konoha will be invaded during the chunin exams.

I've also noticed a tendency in long-form fics to get stuck with too many POV's, adding more and more characters whose arcs need to be wrapped up. Writing often works best with limitations, so I have limited myself to one POV character, our beloved Nart. Occasionally I write post-fic day-in-the-life fluff from the POV of Shisui or Kakashi. But neither of them will ever narrate the main fic.

I headcanon that Uzumaki's are particularly prone to chakra wasting diseases or chakra parasites, a consequence of their dense and plentiful chakra. This is why Hirohito wasn't getting better.

I've had a couple people comment on the fast-paced nature of my chapters, and perhaps it's just my inability to interpret tone, but I am always open to (kind) constructive criticism. I try to keep things on track but if it's too fast paced I can slow down : ). I write for a hobby, but I would like to be good at it, too, and for my readers to have a good time.

Perhaps it's a bit heavy-handed, but I wanted it to be ambiguous, in most cases, whether Naruto is doing the right thing. The outpost is smuggling drugs, opium, weapons... and also cloth and birth control. Is she right to participate in its destruction? Does she have a choice in it at all? Does it change the rightness/wrongness of her actions if she's forced into it? If she tries to act morally, making sure Hirohito gets his medicine before carrying out the rest of her mission?

Similarly, in the present, we find out that a large part of her plan is to ally with Orochimaru - to whom she has some unknown connection. She's right that he's their best possibility for an ally, she has bargaining chips to lay on the table to keep him in check (and it's so, so far in the future, but I feel I've outlined a negotiating scene that's the bomb). But it's fucking Orochimaru. Does she have a choice in this, if she wants to see her teammates survive? Even if it will be very personally hurtful for her closest friends? What's the line, what's not okay to do in opposition to Danzo?

The point is that there is no possible way to act morally under this system, not if you want to live. Although in this chapter, past-Naruto certainly tries. Present Naruto is a tad more cynical.

It's interesting to me when characters are bad people, especially if they try so very hard to be good.

Orochimaru and Kabuto are the only characters we know of in canon to have visited the ruins of Uzushio, which is a special level of bonkers. It's there that Naruto can make contact with them - perhaps the location of the rendezvous was picked for practical reasons, perhaps out of personal cruelty to Naruto, to be in the place where her grandparents/aunts/uncles/cousins/extended family all died. With those two, who knows.

Cloth used to be super, super valuable, especially in the quasi-medieval economy of Naruto (seriously, how do they have a thriving mercenary economy AND refrigerators?). In my fic, such appliances run mainly on chakra networks, and are thus inaccessible outside of the Hidden Villages, to make a world where merchant caravans are attacked by bandits, where military conflicts are common, and samurai still exist, and also they have fridges, radio, and antibiotics.

As I said in previous notes, hormonal and chemical (implants, IUDs) birth control is pretty inaccessible outside of the kunoichi profession, and is looked down on for the same reason. That doesn't mean there isn't a huge demand for it.

I currently have like, 7-8 more arcs planned until the timelines catch up, roughly (very roughly) one per year of Naruto's ANBU career.

One commenter wrote that they thought Aiko and Hirohito would die. They won't - it's much worse. Naruto has betrayed them, and they'll all have to live with the consequences. No easy way out for any of them >:)

#blue talks #to be a kunoichi

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miafreeman703 · 1 year ago

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Draft Writing & Studiosity Feedback

I've been working on writing the first two chapters throughout the semester through the class activities and my own time.

Positioning

I wanted the positioning to talk directly through my experience. Although the actual publication has more of a focus on parenting and my parent's perspective, I want the reader of the exegesis to understand my experience in an emotional way. I chose to write about it in a more vague way and for the reader to not focus on my physical appearance so I didn't mention I only had one hand until the end of the chapter. I quite like the idea of writing it like this. I feel like being physically disabled, people tend to focus on that rather than anything else and sometimes I've felt like people only notice that and forget about everything else. My physical disability, although a huge part of my identity, is not all I am and I don't want the physicality of my disability to come across because that is not the focus of this project.

The main points of Studiosity feedback I got for this chapter were small things like I need to work on my comma placement and use of contractions. Otherwise the feedback for this specific chapter was positive, that I structured it well and used nice language.

Feedback

To maintain an academic tone, avoid using contractions

It can be seen as informal to begin a sentence with a coordinating conjunction, like 'and' or 'but'. Consider changing your wording or linking the sentences with a comma.

A comma should be used after introductory words, phrases, and clauses in a sentence.

Your ideas are presented logically and are easy to follow.

Well-structured topic sentence.

The language used in this paragraph is formal and clear, which is positive.

Contextual Knowledge

I have been finding this chapter harder to write and structure. It has taken me a while to figure out what areas I want to talk to since there are so many things I think are relevant. Things also seem to link together a lot and I need to properly figure out what things would be sectioned within each other.

The main things I want to talk about in this chapter are

The social model of disability

Ableism

Public perception of disability

Fear of becoming disabled/disability

Self-esteem and disability

I'm not super set on all of these as I'm unsure how relevant they will end up being to my piece of work and I feel I need to do more research into these topics first.

I started my chapter talking to the social model of disability since I know that this is the concept I follow when talking about disability. The social model views disability as the barriers put in place in society rather than the abilities of the disabled individual. It has always been the lens I view my disability through so I felt it was important to introduce this concept. I didn't have much of a chance to expand on other points of my contextual review since I have been sick.

The feedback on this chapter was similar to the first, saying that I need to work on my punctuation and grammar but my work is well-structured.

Feedback

To keep your work formal, refrain from using phrases like ‘In this essay’ or ‘I will be...'

A semicolon should be used to join two related sentences together, before a connecting word like 'however', or to separate long items in a list that already uses commas. Please review your use of punctuation.

Make sure to capitalise proper nouns as well as the first word in a sentence.

There is good cohesion in your sentences, and I can see they flow on logically from one to the next.

The wording flows smoothly in this paragraph, making it a easy to read.

Overall Studiosity Feedback

#week seven

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soil-just-needs-water-to-be · 2 years ago

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Chapter 13

Word count : 2419

Mention of drugs , it’s cute and angsty still and supportive and just fluff

Matty's POV

Once I write the text I read it over to make sure I didn't miss anything out and then send it knowing an answer will never come is still upsetting but it's also grounding knowing I can say anything and not be corrected or told to think about things. I spend sometime reading over things I've sent since she passed it's bringing tears to my eyes again. I don't quite know how long I'd been lying there, but i here his little voice come from the screen

"That doesn't look like sleeping to me love", he's looking a little bleary eyed and confused "are you okay ?"

I look up at him and drop my phone down onto my pillow like a child who'd been caught up after bedtime chuckling a little bit at myself "I'm alright I was just reading some stuff", I smile at him to confirm I'm alright.

"What we're you reading, you looked a little upset", pulling the duvet around himself more he rubs his eyes and tries to get everything into focus again.

"Just old texts I sent to Janey , I sent her a text just telling her about you , I've been doing it a-lot since she passed it helps a lot", I pull my pillow under me better so I can lay right. I feel better than before It must be wearing off and I'm much more settled.

"About me , why ?", he looks so young right now, so gorgeous , I know I've said it before but I'll keep saying it's because it's true.

"I was telling her about this guy I met and how lovely he is and how much he helps me", fuck I'm blushing again, my face is warm from the blush, I can't deny it though he constantly makes me blush, the idea of being able to maybe love him one day keeps playing in my mind it's weird.

"I'm lovely? , I'm sorry Matty , are you good bruv ?" , man even his sarcasm is cute , but seriously I could talk about him all day , he then begins to laugh and sits up a little "it's funny though"

"What's funny?"

"I was just telling my friends about this guy I'd met , how interesting I find him , even though I don't know him all the well but he's really handsome" , he's blushing too now and seems a little nervous with this revelation, he doesn't need to be I do find him lovely and VERY attractive "I wasn't lying earlier when I said your fit"

"Neither was I" , letting out a sigh I'd been holding without realising, I switch on my bedside light now feeling alot better that before, I feel like a 14 year old teenager again just falling for someone without even knowing them it's stupid " I really like having you around"

"I like having you around too, I wish I could I’m hug you right now", he still seems shy I could easily change that one day

"That would be amazing if I'm honest just to hold someone for a minute", I want to I really do

We get talking for a while a lot into the night talking about the things we like and don't like , stories of friends and funny anecdotes, he tells me the story of when he broke his wrist.Where laughing at it , I'm laughing that hard my stomach hurts and my eyes are streaming. This guy is amazing. I swear I've never felt this close to someone before other than the boys and Janey . I tell him the story of Ross when we were 13 smoking for the first time how high he got and ate basically everything in my fridge and how mad my Mum got because he ate what she had bought for dinner. The story of when my brother was born and how scared I was because I thought I'd break him but now we're literally the most inseparable brothers could be.

"You really love everyone in your life dont you Matty?, you hold them so close", Since starting the conversation we'd both woken up a lot and started becoming more animated but I"ve learned how much this kid talks.

"I love em all there all amazing, you should meet them one day", I swear one day I'll make sure he meets them

"You mean you actually wanna meet me?", how is he still unsure of that I want him around.

"Your an actual twat G , yes I want to meet you", he's smiling like an actual numpty again as am I. I don't really know if I'd ever stop smiling while he's talking to me. He really does make me feel safe "Can I tell you something George , please don't go mad at me though."

"That's ominous , but yes go ahead you can tell me anything", I really hope this doesn't push him away but people are always telling me to be honest, so im going to be honest the most honest I've ever been. Not even my mother knows.

"Well ...I think I might have a drug problem". My face is red right now but not from blushing this time more so nerves and how scared I am of being sincere and honest.

"I have an inckling that you don't mean weed do you ?" , I can tell he's listening because he's looking at me so much worry in his eyes and he's paying attention but he doesn't seem cross or mad so I keep going.

"No I mean , cocaine , I used to only do it at parties or when I was out with my mates , not that they ever would there amazing , but lately it's more often and it makes me feel better about things and stops me thinking for a while" I stop to take a breath then continue "and I know I shouldn't rely on it , and it's probably the worst thing I could turn too but it helps it really does"

"Matty slow down, you don't have to explain to me okay,I'll help you stop if that's what you want , is that what was wrong earlier ?",Im so glad he's not mad , I would if it were the other way around and I was talking to me but that's why he's so different, and he's so understanding. I didn't think he'd be this calm but I'm glad he is. "Like I knew something was off about earlier but I didn't know want you to be upset with me"

"Yeh in all honesty,after singing that song , I knew it would take me hours to calm down". It's weird being honest and not being pushed away or getting in trouble. I don't know how easy it will be to stop but if he really means what he said I'll try for him.

"I'm sorry love, how does it make you feel", he's now sat fully up and trying to find something I don't know what but I'm sure I'll find out eventually. I don't know how it makes me feel really it just empties me out and calms me, settling me down per say

"It just for lack of better words makes me feel nothing, just clears my brain of everything that's making me feel out of place", The room is starting to get a little warm so I remove my jumper just sitting in a T-shirt and my boxers, I know being honest is good but it really doesn't feel that good sometimes

"Well , I'm going to help you feel that way when you need it but what I need from you is to tell me when you feel like you need it and please for the love of god don't disappear" . As I remove my jumper I can see him eyeing me up a little even though he's trying to be serious, but I can't help but blush at the little twinkle in his eye as my T-shirt rides up a little.

"I'll do my best, I won't go anywhere that I can promise but it might be a little harder to do the other thing , but I'll try", I wanna play with him a little I get up out of the bed and place my laptop on the desk at the other side and take off my T-shirt then come to the desk sitting down and getting my Xbox remote putting my headset around my neck looking like I'm about to put them on I can see him blush again and he's slightly fidgety. I don't want to take it to far it would just be a little weird this early on but I can guarantee he loved it , trust me I know how to flirt.

He coughs a little to get his voice back " That's , that's okay so long as you know I'm here" , he's still bright red and his pupils are still blown wide "I know where having a serious conversation right now but your really handsome"

"I am , am I?" , I smile at the screen and start playing with the headset wires rolling it through my hands , I can see myself in the corner of my screen my hairs a mess and my shoulders and top half of my torso is showing I look a mess , slightly skinny as my coller bones are protruding and my arms are like twigs. But I can't deny I'm still pretty

"Yeh", I know he's young but I don't know if he knows how to flirt but you know what he's cute so I'll deal with it.

"Wanna play something, we can play fifa if you want ?"

"Sure , that would be cool". I run over to get my remote and come back and he's already up getting everything prepared, I wait till he's ready before starting a game "what team you gunna be but you can't be no shit second league team"

"Ahh young warrior you know nothing , I'm playing as Newcastle United and if you say anything this game ain't gunna happen" , I pick my team and I see he picks Sunderland I swear it was just to annoy me , rival teams and all "I swear you did that on purpose"

"Maybe I did" he chuckles to himself and the game begins.

The first half is played really poorly by both of us, none of our teams are doing what we wish they'd do, My goalie is honestly the only player playing right. I know I'm controlling it but nope it's not my fault none of them are playing right. I've netted at least two goals to his one. We went silent as the second half approached. The second half was alot better everyone is cooperative and Ive managed to score another two goals, Im really doing George's head in, he's really trying but I've managed to accidentally injure two if his plays causing one of mine to get a red card so we are both down team players but by the time the end of the game comes he is really not winning. I cheer to myself when I do win trying not to wake everyone up in the house as it's a little late and I know my mum will tell me to go to sleep if she hears me up

"See I told you I'd beat your ass", he's sat on the other end of the screen looking like a petulant child because he didn't win , and if he didn't look so cute I'd be totally turned off right now so he's lucky

"Nah mate I swear you cheated, I demand a rematch" , he's also moved over to his desk for better setting and game play action.

"Sure but watch me just beat you again , one more game and then bed because it's late and we said we'd go to bed hours ago ?"

"Sounds good to me love"

We start up another game same teams as before just to keep it mutual, he manages to score within the first five minutes.he cheers to himself which makes me smile. I really have to show I mean business and I won't just let him win because he's cute, I tackle his defenders just before they get into my goal line and break way past his centre mid player passing it to my stricker and score and amazing goal. I swear if I could play this well in real life I could be a footballer. The second have breezes by 1 - 1 each not to bad but the second half we both up our anti he scored a few more times and i equalize there's two minutes of extra time which causes me to score my last one just before the game ends "fuck he's just in time"

"Fuck you man", he's smiling though and he looks like he had a good time, we're both calm and in a world of our own. Just at that my mum come into my room wearing her dressing gown and her glasses are at the end of her nose like she'd put them on hastily "Matty love it really is time you should be in bed , tell your friends your going offline now and try get some sleep okay you've got school" I turn in my chair and smile at her before she leaves "sorry mum"

George and I have a good little giggle about it but we know we do need to go to bed. So we turn the game off as we both get settle into bed. Placing my laptop onto my bed next to me and I watch him get back into his getting comfortable and trying to stay warm "I really do wish you were here Georgie". I smile then get comfortable myself

"Me too love , but let's try to sleep again yeh, time for shush now" he moves his hand up to the screen like he's trying to ruffle my hair "good night love"

I smile at his cheesy little action but feel those butterflies in my stomach that people say they get when they like someone "goodnight darlin" I turn off my bedside lamp and really fall asleep this time hoping I do have good dreams.

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