#I know his scars are described to be white but that didn't look as nice u_u

[shrews-things]

It's them, two of my favourite eldritch fear avatars <3

[thedragonqueen1998]

Today at work i got insanly inspired to write and once i got off work, i immidiently went on my phone to type it out. XD I just finished a 3 hour long writing ses(had a 15 minute food break in the middle). ^^ Probably just gonna forever gonna be a wip thing, but it was fun and i'm kinda proud of it. Despite it being rough in some parts, mostly because i wanted to rush to the 2nd half and i didn't wanna get stuck, i'm happy to share it. ^^

It's a kinda long, so i'm gonna add a Read more line to not fill your dash with text. Also, first time trying formatting out! XD

So, originally this post was just gonna be a "i actually wrote something! Look!" thing, just showing of some work i did, but after writing the reason why i wrote a line a certain way, it went into something very sad and kinda dark, so if you don't wanna read about death, a light mention of suicidal thought and grief... just stop after What even is my life.

Idk why i wrote it, but it took alot of effort and it feels... important to me, i guess. Part of processing and such. So, yeah. Read at your discretion. Thank you for your time. 💜

Ezio had many regrets in his long life. Not being there when his father and brothers were arrested. Of not being there more for his sister and mother. Of not trying to be together with Cristina. Not being able to save her. Or being able to save Uncle Mario and Monteriggioni. But biggest of all, not having spent more time with his family before the execution.

He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted. But unlike so many others, Ezio could take those regrets and change them. Thanks to Desmond.

When he walked into the Library, he thought he might get an answer or two in return for many more. He truly didn't expect that calling out Desmonds name while the Apple bathed the walls in gold would result in it being answered by the being himself.

The being looked like a man, clad in a white light, eminating from a strange device under his right arm. His face looked like an exact replica of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad's face, though his build was closer to his. Broad shoulders hidden underneath a strange hooded white doublet and long legs wearing strange tight fitted pants made from a material he did not recognise. Even the scar was the same as his! Was Ezio made in the image of the one he was the Prophet for? Was Altaïr the herald? All questions Ezio wondered, but not knowing if Desmond was like Minerva or not, he dared not waste any questions if the beings patient was thin.

But first: "Are you Desmond?" He had to know, have it confirmed, even if the being appeared after the name was called.

"Ezio? Is this the Library? Am i seriously bleeding while dying!?" Desmond was looking around at the empty tomb, before his eyes returned upon Ezio.

"Yes, this is Altaïr's library. You are bleeding? I do not see any blood and you are dying!? Is there anything i can do to help you? Please, my lord. Tell me what i need to do to save you." Ezio was desperate to know his purpose and if all his life lead to this moment, where he could save Desmonds life, he would fulfill it.

"There's nothing you can do. I am dying semi willingly and even if this is some Animus infused death hallucination, it is nice having my last moments with you, even if your not really here. I am so sorry i couldn't answer any of your questions or try to save you from losing everything. You never deserved any of it. In the end it didn't really even matter. I am sorry you wasted your time chasing riddles and ghosts." He looked so grieve struck while saying it and the look Desmond had while gazing down onto Ezio could only be described as lovingly.

"What do you mean? Could you have saved my uncle!? My father and brothers!? Why didn't you if you do not think i deserved it! I have served the Brotherhood almost my entire life, sacrificed so much trying to find out what Minerva meant and now your telling me that it was all for nothing!? If you think i wasted my time then give it back!"

Desmonds eye's widen before softly smiling and saying: "Your right, you wasted your time and sacrificed too much for nothing. Let's change that."

Before Ezio knew it, the world went white and he knew nothing more.

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When Ezio awoke, it was to a bed he hadn't seen in almost 40 years. His childhood bed and his room. He couldn't believe it. He was given a second chance. To live his life. To right wrongs. To save his family! To think going to the Library would result in this!

At the thought of the Library, Ezio suddenly remembered Sofia. To have forgotten her and even abandoned her without a second thought left Ezio feeling guilty. Would she wait outside the Library before realising he would never come back? Or because he is now in the past, a past where he intends to change the future, would she never meet him? Never exist? The thought of her hurt, but like so many others, Ezio knew that him being in her life would have risked hers. Even if she knew and accepted it, it is still better if she never got the chance to know him and inevitibly suffer because of it. Same with Cristina. Though he could now choose her, he knew that despite the many mistakes in his life, the Brotherhood was not one of them and his refusal to properly let her go killed her. Letting that life affect her once again was too cruel. It was for the better to just let her go.

Federico nudged him with his elbow. "Brother, what has you thinking so hard you look like you bit into something bitter?"

"Nothing much, just wondering what i should get." Ezio smiled and laughed. He was currently out with his family on a trip the market. The last time around, he had decided to sneak off to spend some time with a girl he didn't even remember the name of anymore instead of spending time with his loved ones, to his great shame and regret. This was the last thing his family had done together outside of dinners before the execution in 3 days. That he missed out on it was one of his biggest regrets, but Desmond let him change it.

That Ezio might never truly understand or know what or who Desmond is, how he watched him in the Vault or even what Minerva's people and the Pieces of Eden truly were will forever haunt him, but the trade to see his family again and to even be able to save them is a fair trade. He can go his life wondering these questions and maybe try to find them now that he will have more time, thanks to already knowing the Templars plans and who will be an enemy or ally.

He felt a finger poke him inbetween his eyebrows.

"There you go again Brother. Thinking too hard! Be careful or you might hurt yourself." Federico teased before yelping and then laughing when Ezio pushed him.

"Please don't start fighting now sons." Their father said before turning back to the stall owner to continue discussing what wares to buy and the prices.

"Sorry Father!" Ezio said before giving his brother a teasing look that promised this was not over.

Ezio remembered this day well enough. Not to remember the woman he decided to chase, but enough to know that when his family had been at the market a horse had run wild there and according to Claudia, nearly trampled her down in the confusion.

He was a bit sceptical to believe it was as close as she had made it out to be, but he knew horses much better now than he did before. After years of riding them to and from places in the chase for his targets, he knew that having one running towards you in a blind panic could scare anyone. Even though he knew to be wary of them and treat them with respecy during his original childhood, he didn't truly get how these gentle beings could be as scary as his sister had made the poor creature out to be.

According to his family, it had been a war horse, bloodied, running around in a blind panic, probably scared from a skirmish. Being chased by guards hadn't helped and eventually the guards got a good shot at it and put it down.

Ezio wanted to save his sister years of fearing horses, so he kept an eye and a ear out for any signs that the animal was on it's way.

There. A scream. Everyone stopped and looked around for the source. The source was still hidden by the crowds, but in the distance you could start seeing people moving away from something coming this way and the screams were getting closer.

Ezio breathed and slipped into his Second Sight, the Eagle Vision, as he now knew Altaïr had called it. Or more accuratly, Eagle Sense. With the years, his constant use and need for it had changed his Sight. It had become much stronger, letting him see farther, expanded his hearing, to let him hear his enemies heartbeat and even know what moves they were going to make. Even let him know where his enemies was going to go on a patrol route.

It truly was a gift and now he would use it to try and predict where the animal would go, as to lead his sister and family away from the danger. Then he saw it. The shine of something important. Something that glowed as strongly as the Apple of Eden had. The horse.

There was much about his Gift he could not explain. He had tried, but it is much like explaining sight to a blind person. Why things he didn't even know about could glow gold and lead him to the answer. Why allies glowed blue and enemies red, nor how he could tell friend from foe and now. His Sight told him, with the same intuition as telling friend from foe, that this horse was Desmond.

How is Desmond here? Why? Did he lie about dying? Or was certain death only a large chance that Desmond beat? Ezio supposed it did not matter. If he lets events play as they had before, Desmond would be struck down by an arrow within minutes. Oh, maybe Desmond had tried to prevent his father and brothers demise, but was struck down in the attempt? Though, why choose to do it as a rampaging horse? Either way, Desmond was clearly panicking, almost upon him now. If Ezio could not calm him down, his death was guaranteed.

But how? Ezio has just seconds now to plan a way to stop him before he is trampled down.

Then, he finally realises, that among the bright gold he shines, he also glowes blue. Such a deep colour which he has only seen in the greatest friends or closest family and he knows, Desmond would never harm him. The look of pure love on Desmonds face made more sense now.

So Ezio decides to not move and simple raise up his hands, as if to pet the horse.

"EZIO!"

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Desmond was in pain. He knew that Juno lied about his death being quick and painless, but god, why did it have to hurt so much!? During his hallucination, it wasn't nearly so bad! And can't forget the weird nightmare he's having ontop of it. He's a goddamned horse on some battlefield. He was rearing up when the nightmare started, neighing as his rider was shot and killed by an arrow.

There's so much blood. The smell strikes fear in his heart. There's so much red. He slips into Eagle Vision and there's even more red. Not a spec of blue. A sword slides against the armor he is wearing and the screech of metal is too much. He bolts.

He needs to run. Away from the monsters with sharp sticks. Away from the smell of blood and death. Away from the shadows hiding hunters. They follow him. They chase him for a long time.

He is getting so tired.

He needs to get back to the barn. His owner would make everything alright. He would croon soft noises he did not understand, but the tone was soft and gentle. He would give him a treat while brushing him down after a hard days work.

He did ride him into scary battles he did not understand, but afterwards he would wash and groom him extra thoroughly, while feeding him the best apples, crooning more sounds in a happy tone. He would repeat one of the few sounds he understood, which meant "him" and "pay attention to me".

Dante.

But he wasn't on his back anymore and he didn't hear his voice. Just the loud, scary noises of more men in the shiny hard thing. They had the pointy sticks too and tried to take the things dangling from his mouth. Only his owner can touch that! Only he is to be trusted with them.

Running is getting harder, there is large, straight hills in the way and the path is narrower with many strangers in it.

There is still so much red. He can still smell the blood, feel it clotting his fur. Too much red!

Blue.

Suddenly there's blue in front of him. He knows blue means ally. Though why and how this person is blue confuses him. But he is Blue and running him over is not good, but why is he standing there!? Does he not see the red!? Smell it!? Does he not understand we need to run!?

"Desmond"

That single word pierces the fog of fear and wild panic that has flooded Desmonds mind. Ezio is in front of him, hand already gripping the reigns while the other rests on his muzzle.

"There we go Desmond, everything is alright."

Desmond still feels phantom threads of fear, but with Ezio's calming blue glow and his voice saying gentle reassurances, it feels far away.

Now with his mind fully human and not driven by horse instincts or memories, the question becomes: How and why the fuck is he a horse in 15th century Italy with Ezio!?

What even is his life.

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So, a couple parts i'm stupidly happy about is the "He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted." part. This, as you can probably tell was inspired by the famous quote "When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it."

I believe Ezio didn't fully understand liberty until he tried to live a peaceful life with Sofia and realised he would always fear Templars taking revenge on his family and time, because the knowledge that he would never see his children grow up to adults had never been a concern before he met Sofia. He probably thought he wouldn't have a family at all.

But love. Love he would understand what he missed. He would understand it just days after he lost his father and brothers. Those moments you missed out on. Of opportunities to spend time that you squandered away. Time you will never get back, because in real life we don't have time travel.

And now i understand it. Before the end of the last year, i was like Ezio before the loss. Before i lost my grandparents only a few weeks apart.

Those opportunities to spend time was rare and thankfully i took most of them, but i still squandered it away by not actually spending time with them. I just visited and hid away in my room, wasting the time by sitting on the phone.

I will forever regret that because ny memory is shit and besides a few childhood ones, i have no memories of them. I still remember their voices, they were pretty distinct thankfully, but how long until i forget that.

It hurts and as someone who is afraid of death and it's finality, such a reminder that time and love is finite is soulcrushing. It is only recently that i have truly started to think of my grandparents and i guess try to process the fact they are gone forever.

When we first got the news that my grandpa had died, i was even more glued to my phone, not wanting to acknowledge what was happening. I also didn't wanna sleep and only got some when i passed out from exhaustion. We even went to the doctor to get time of work and some sleep medication i didn't dare end up taking.

I even had thoughts of just taking all the pills and just sleeping, to get away from the pain forever. But i'm thankfully too much of a coward, so it just stayed thoughts. I'm doing much better now and as i mentioned, i think i'm starting to process the fact that they are gone.

So, yeah. This post went in a direction i didn't expect. But it feels important and maybe in a few years i can look back at this post and see a snapshot of who i was and reflect on who i am now. So, here's to the future me and anyone else who needs to hear it:

I hope things are going well and if they're not... well, things get better. They always do. You're loved and even if your loved ones are gone, they live on in you. You will carry that love with you, for the rest of your life. 💜

[aviiarie]

˚ ₊ ‧ ♡ HAPPY HALLOWEEN! — feat. kagaya event masterlist

synopsis. you go to a halloween party along with some friends, but in between games and snacks, you notice some... strange things about this party, and its host. warnings. none? notes. request for anon! gn!reader. implied vampire!kagaya. 1.5k words! THIS IS MY LAST ONEEEE THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS EVENT GUYSSSS

This Halloween party was... strange.

It wasn't a bad party, by any means. There were plenty of drinks, a snack table stacked high with treats to keep you from feeling hungry, and music filling the air.

You might be enjoying yourself more if you had someone to talk to, but all of your friends had left one by one. One saw an old acquaintance across the room and went over to catch up, one left to get something to drink, and even Mitsuri—who had asked you to come in the first place—vanished from your side without you even realizing where she went. Suffice to say, your night was already soured, even before you started to notice the peculiarities of the party.

All of the faces you glanced between were that of strangers, which wasn't a surprise, even if it was nerve-wracking. You had been invited by your new friends, but every other guest was unfamiliar, friends of friends that you had never met before. They looked at you curiously, whispering behind their hands while trading odd looks in your direction, yet not a single one of them tried to speak to you.

You clutched your cup tighter, taking a sip to distract yourself from the discomfort creeping closer. It wasn't just being surrounded by people you didn't know, there was something else that felt off about the event. It was difficult to describe exactly what it was, but the lurking feeling of danger never passed.

“Hello.” A pleasant voice appeared right by your ear, making you flinch and spill droplets of your drink onto the floor. You turned your head, finding yourself face to face with a man smiling serenely at you. There was an odd pinkish colouring across his forehead; a scar or birthmark, perhaps.

“Hi.” You smiled awkwardly.

“My name is Kagaya. I'm the host of this party here, and I just happened to notice you here by yourself.” He paused. “Did a friend bring you here?”

“Um, yeah... one of my friends invited me—” To be perfectly honest, friends was even a stretch, you had been hanging out with Mitsuri and her friends for only a month or two, but she was too eager for you to come to the party for you to even consider refusing. “[Name]. It's nice to meet you.”

Kagaya offered a hand, that you quickly shook. His skin was ice-cold to touch, almost making you gasp at the shock of it.

“It is nice to meet you.” Kagaya smiled, as if he was amused by a joke only he heard. “I have a lot of gatherings, but I rarely meet new people at them. Mitsuri must have thought you were special if she brought you along.”

“Uh—” Did you even mention Mitsuri's name?

“[Name]! I'm so sorry!” Mitsuri appeared, pushing past the crowd, her face crumpled up as if she was close to tears. “I just left to say hello to someone and couldn't find you again! I didn't mean to leave you by yourself!”

As she stopped in front of you, she blinked in surprise at the man at your side. “O-Oh! You've met already?”

“Just now.” Kagaya nodded briefly at Mitsuri, excusing himself and disappearing back into the midst of the people, everyone greeting him warmly as he passed them. Your eyes tracked his movements, frowning as you noticed his pale, almost sickly skin. Up close, you had seen a flash of white in his mouth, vampire fangs that looked almost real. He must have put a lot of effort into his costume.

Mitsuri made up for her brief absence with a lot of chatter, about the snacks she had eaten and the games that they had been playing. She didn't seem to mind your quietness, as you let her talking fade to background noise.

Some of the people you saw really were strange. There was a man in a startlingly realistic zombie costume, complete with grunts and groans instead of words, who glared at you the second you made eye contact. There were a few dressed as witches having a loud conversation about potions, and a vampire with fake blood dripping down his chin.

But what unnerved you most of all was the atmosphere, the lingering feeling of dread in your chest that you couldn't dismiss. You were much too old to be fearing Halloween, but there was still the feeling of someone's eyes glued to your back, a sense of danger that made your skin crawl.

“Hey, I know I said I'd stay beside you, but I see someone I know over there.” Mitsuri smiled sheepishly. “Do you mind if I go talk for a bit? You can come too!”

You waved her away, forcing a grin. “You can go, I'll be fine on my own.”

She gave you a quick hug, before darting off to greet her friend. You let the smile drop once she was out of sight, breathing out shakily. It was exhausting, but Mitsuri would be disappointed if you left too early. Maybe you could fake being sick, and go home.

In search of another drink to fill your cup, you slipped into the kitchen, finding it empty. On the counter was a jug with a dark red drink inside, like the pomegranate juice that had been served earlier. It was a different consistency, so you poured a small amount into your cup to have a closer look.

Holding the cup up to your face, you could see the drink was thicker than juice, and a much darker shade. There was a strong, metallic scent as well, as if it was—

“I would not drink that, if I were you.” The cup was plucked out of your hands. Kagaya chuckled, gently placing it aside. “I doubt it would be to your tastes.”

He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of soda, pressing it into your hands. You took it with a murmured thanks, and he took his place beside you.

“Halloween is a rather special night of the year, isn't it?” Kagaya mused, smiling out at the party through the open kitchen door. Somehow, even though he was practically a stranger, you found yourself at ease beside him.

“I guess so.” You hummed.

“There's a little story I like, about Halloween.” He continued. “Do you want to hear it?”

You gave a nod, and that was enough for him to start talking.

“Long ago, when all of the ghouls and monsters discovered that humans were wearing costumes of them, they were filled with joy. One night a year, they were able to walk alongside humans, without scaring them.”

You took another sip of the soda, listening intently.

“But, when people discovered that actual monsters were among them, they were outraged. The monsters were attacked with rocks and pitchforks, and forced to flee.” Kagaya paused, a melancholic look passing over his face.

Watching his expression carefully, you could almost pick apart the layers of nostalgia, regret, and reminiscence in his eyes. He didn't look like he was telling an old story he'd heard, he looked like he was recounting a memory.

“This upset some of the monsters, as they never intended to hurt the humans. They only wanted to know what it was like to be one of them.” Kagaya fell silent, staring straight with a blank expression. Awkwardly, you cough into your hand.

“So... what happened next?” You prompted.

Kagaya sighed. “Next, a young, newly turned vampire decided that if they weren't going to be allowed to celebrate among humans, they would celebrate by themselves. He organized a gathering on the same night, where vampires, ghosts, spirits, monsters of all sorts would be able to spend a night of festivities together. And the next year he did the same thing, and the next, and the next, for decades, even centuries.”

“All that time...” You breathed.

“Of course it would change over the years, to match the time period.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “But what would stay the same was the host, as he watched generations of monsters rise and fall, countless guests with countless stories to tell.”

You chewed your lip, still slightly on edge. The way he was smiling at you, you could see the flash of white of his scarily real-looking fangs. “Why are you telling me this?”

Kagaya only laughed, his eyes once again drifting to the open door. Through the doorway, you watched in horror as one of the men dressed as a zombie snapped one of his arms clean off, making his friends whoop and cheer and making your heart stop. The man beside you only sighed, like a father watching his rowdy children.

He turned back to face you, fixing you with a sharp look. His eyes pierced through you, making you shrink back from the weight of his gaze. Seeing your reaction, his eyes softened and the intense expression vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“It is just as I said; if you were invited, then there must be something special about you.”

🏷️ taglist: @mollzaj, @mitsvriii, @an-angstyteen

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

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30 for the writing ask?

30: describe a fic that almost happened, but then didn't.

Whilst away from my computer and therefore all my WIPs, I started a little one shot titled "Who the Hill?" and actually the premise is easier to explain by just giving you what I wrote for the fic before I abandoned it lol!

The bass thud of the club rattles Jason's sternum and thrums through his organs pleasantly as he surveys the rest of the room from his spot in the corner. He's not really looking for anything in particular, just too in the habit of counting exits and tracking glasses to stop even when he's just here to be around other people having fun.

Then he sees Tim - or well maybe that isn't Tim - or no that is absolutely, definitely Tim - but probably Tim's not the right name for the spike and chain adorned person leaned against the bar with the dark, expressive makeup, the short, black skirt, and the high heel boots.

Then he's caught staring and (Not?) Tim's eyes go wide in what looks like fear and ah shit, there's no way he she was ready to come out to him, but hey, he can be cool, he can roll with this and make sure she knows he's not gonna be a prick about it.

Tim watches Jason approach with absolute dread, because he never, EVER wanted to have to explain the whole 'hi, I'm bi and I love the way my ass looks in a mini-skirt' thing to the most depressingly unavailable straight guy he's ever met. He braces for simply the most awkward 'so is this a sex thing?' conversation ever held between two vigilantes.

Instead though, Jason surprises him, "Sorry for putting you on the spot like this, but can I ask for your name?"

Tim blinks and realizes that between the makeup and the breast forms there's a very good chance Jason has no idea who he is! In fact he probably only intended to chat up some cute goth girl, and if he can manage to play along right he might get out of this with his secret intact!

He pitches his voice up a bit and hopes to god that feminine cadence and the loud music carries him, "Carolina, but you can call me Carol if you like."

"Cool! I dig the spikes by the way," Jason smiles like Carolina's name is some beautiful treasure he's been allowed to glimpse and the dread comes right back up as Tim realizes that he's somehow going to have to find it in himself to turn Jason down.

He ought to do it right now. He ought to tell Jason he's an awfully polite guy but she's already late to go home and dropped her phone in the harbor and is currently walking out the door-

[That paragraph's phrasing was inspired by this song hehehe]

But right now Tim is a weak, weak man, who chooses to pluck at Jason's jacket flirtily, "Thanks, I dig the leather and the white streak! You dye it like that?"

Jason gives him the most adorable deer-in-headlights expression back, "Uh, it's um, it's actually a cold brand? You can kinda see the scar around it if you look close."

"Wait like, liquid nitrogen and metal- deliberately?"

"I mean I dyed it the once, but then uh..." He trails awkwardly with a shrug, "I like it. Nice not to have to do anything more to keep it there. Kinda annoying it doesn't keep any other colors, but, ya'know." Another awkward shrug.

"Huh," He'd always assumed Jason just came back with it, but it being an injury instead actually makes a lot of sense? Was it really deliberate though or was he just saying that? "That's pretty fuckin hardcore."

Jason smiles again, feeling warm at all the compliments, and then internally panics.

Tim Carol is flirting with him probably?! That was not- did he say something weird? How did he come off like... And even if he did how the fuck is he supposed to handle this??

She's a girl, and he's very gay.

It feels sort of awful and cruel to think that he might fall out of love with her just because she changed a few words and her shape. Are human hearts really so fickle that the same person in a different cloth cannot be loved the same way?

At the same time though, Jason has historically been a solid six on the kinsey scale and he's sadly gotta admit the boobs are really not doing it for him. But maybe the above the belt feelings will stay? Is that how this works?? Or maybe he can just kinda... Coach himself through moving to a kinsey five???

He nervously fidgets with his hands and tries looking at her legs. He usually really likes Carol's legs and wants to do all kinds of things with them, and legs are things most people have regardless of gender... He attempts to force himself to focus on all the same features he usually likes, but it's just not the same with the heels and the skirt. The spark is gone.

This is so fucking stupid. He's stupid. This isn't how anything works and he should know it, and maybe he even does know it...

He just can't bring himself to give up on this, though. He's never had a crush reciprocate anything before, and now the world demands that he breaks both their hearts over basically nothing?!

He can't and he won't and he fucking refuses!

[Lots more awkward and not so awkward flirting flipping between their perspectives. Tim enjoying the power trip of turning Jason into a nervous mess just by being fem, thinking it's newly realized attraction that Jason can't normally feel towards him, and Jason panicking about whether or not he can be attracted to her at all. This goes on until they leave so Tim/Carol can catch his/her taxi]

Tim glances out at the road, and prepares to rip his own heart out by giving him a fake number, "Hey, um, I kinda ordered a taxi like before I even went out, so... text me?"

"Yeah sure, I've still got your number, and I'll see you back at the cave tomorrow anyways."

Tim, half turned away, goes rigid, "When the fuck did you figure out who I am?"

"What? Who the fuck else would I think you were?"

"A woman!"

"But like, you are a woman though??"

Tim stares at him, baffled, until the taxi driver leans on the horn and he decides to have this conversation on the way home. He grabs Jason by the wrist and hauls him into the car.

Jason hiss-whispers, "Wait are you in disguise right now? Did you just fucking use me for a case?!"

"No!" Tim hisses back while slamming the door shut behind him, "No, it's unfortunately infinitely more stupid and embarrassing for me!"

"Then...?" Jason gives him a confused gesture to spit it out already.

"I'm a crossdresser. My name's not any different. I'm not a woman. I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to lead you on, I just didn't know what the fuck to do when you came up to me asking for my fucking name."

And that's as far as I got before I abandoned it!

The problem I had with it and the reason I'm never gonna finish it is because there's not really a way to resolve the core tension/conflict that would be satisfactory to me. I need to emphasize here that I don't care about trying to find some kind of """"morally correct"""" way to end it, I just mean personally satisfying for me; any of the possible ways to end it would be morally fine, they just also all make me feel bad lmao

So like obviously the original resolution to the miscommunication was that Tim was a cis dude who just happened to be into dressing up in girly clothes and enjoying men's attention that way. That part on its own would be good, but it does mean that the moment of resolution from Jason's perspective comes out to being "Oh thank goodness you're not trans/not a woman/not a trans woman" and I don't feel great about that. Again, not a morals thing, it'd just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

My second idea was to have Tim realize he might be non-binary/a woman via Jason treating him like a woman and being so accepting of her. As a gay trans man who likes to cross dress in order to enjoy men's attention, this would give me bone dissolving levels of dysphoria!

There was also the problem of how to resolve Jason's sexuality.

As a gay man who spent many, many years of my life attempting to convince myself I was bisexual, any version of making Jason bisexual would give me bone dissolving levels of dysphoria! But like sexuality dysphoria instead of gender dysphoria. It would also eliminate an important source of narrative tension and character motivation.

The traditional version of keeping him gay would mean that Jason turns Carolina/Tim down altogether, which would break Jason's heart, and break Carolina's heart, and break my heart, and also turn the reveal into "it's a tragedy that you're trans/a woman/a trans woman". Infinite pain for zero gain!

I'd actually love to have Jason simply want to try being sexually intimate with an enby/woman Tim and have him decide he likes it even though he's still gay and still not attracted to Carolina/Tim at all. The experiences of sex having ace folks and people who have sex with people they aren't attracted to are really interesting to me and I'd love to explore that - if there was a bit more room to explore it right. This is a tiny one shot. I don't feel like I could properly convey that without putting in way more time and effort than I have to spare on this side project.

I MIGHT someday be convinced to finish this for a few different reasons, but for the forseeable future it won't be worked on. I have SO MANY PROJECTS that are better, more interesting, less awkward to handle, and already half published, like I got better things to do lol, so for now this is the one that got away.

In the meantime though: Please steal this!! If you find the premise interesting, especially if any of the versions that would give me bone dissolving dysphoria appeal to you, please take my words and write more onto them! I'd love to see some version of this finished someday, and I don't mind if someone (or several someones!) end up doing it instead of me, just lemme know if you do and throw a lil bit of credit my way and it's all good :3

[jayfrost-designs]

Up next is a long-overdue new ref sheet for Ravenpaw.

For his physical description, Ravenpaw is described as sleek, plump tom with a long, thin tail. Yeah, I know everyone always draws him super skinny and he's described that way in Into the Wild, but in Fire and Ice Fireheart describes him as sleek and plump and totally different from how skinny and dull he looked while living in ThunderClan. I didn't make him super plump, just a nice healthy weight and an average-ish build. The scarring on his shoulder is from the Sunningrocks battle that killed Redtail, we see him with the injured shoulder in Into the Wild.

For his pattern, Ravenpaw is described as a black tom with a tiny white dash on his chest and a white-tipped tail. Not much here, just changed his eyes to green from the amber I had on his old sheet.

Overall, I'm fairly happy with how he turned out.

[tiredmako]

⭒ morning chats ~ jason todd ⭒

golly jeepers its my first official fic on this acc?! originally this was gonna be mr cole cass but... jason todd is just better, yk? yk?!!? also sorry its short... i just wanted to post sum

waking up besides jason todd was a rare occurrence. there was... a lot of reasons for this. be it losing track of time on patrol or deciding to make an early breakfast, this man just never seemed to wake up in bed next to his favorite person.

that special, special person? y/n. duh. who else?

that's why it's so easy to cherish moments like these- moments where jason was peacefully resting across from them, his chest rising and falling as he slept. this was nice. just knowing he was safe instead of risking his life (as he did on a nightly basis) brought a great amount of comfort. it's not like they had anything against his crime fighting- no. quite the opposite. it was something more like... when jason's out in the streets protecting the innocents, who's there to protect him? he was innocent himself, in a way. just a young boy who fell victim to a cruel man. a cruel world.

their train of thought was broken by jason pulling them into his chest. they'd previously had a few inches of distance between them and jason's arms draped around them, which had allowed y/n to more easily admire him. now that he'd pulled them so close to his body, all they could do was softly giggle and bask in his warm embrace.

"you awake, baby?" y/n asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting to wake him if their suspicions were wrong.

"yeah." he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the crown of their head. "how'd you sleep?"

"fine." they shrugged, tracing the scars on his bare back. jason could feel the goosebumps appear on his arms as they did so. their touches were so soft. so gentle- especially compared to the various ways he's received those scars. "you?"

"it was alright. could've been better."

"so, uhm. i had this dream..."

"tell me about it- wait, no. let me guess." jason paused for a moment, thinking. "cannibalistic parrots?"

"i- what?" y/n giggled at his unusual guess. "no, you weirdo. i'm being serious!"

"okay, okay!" jason laughed. "tell me about your dream, love."

"it wasn't anything weird, like you were suggesting." they hummed, sounding slightly more serious. "it was... me and you. but older. we lived in this big, beautiful house with a dog and a cat. there was one more thing, though." y/n paused. "we had a little girl. sheila. we were thinking about another."

jason didn't respond. y/n anxiously swallowed.

"jason?"

"sorry. just thinking." he trailed off for a moment. "is that the kind of thing you'd want? i mean, with me."

"if that's something you want too, then yes. not any time soon, obviously. and jason, i wouldn't want that life with anybody else. you're my favorite person- there isn't any part of you that i don't love. i don't think that'd be possible. you don't have to answer right now, but just something to think about for the future."

jason smiled at their words. they always knew how to make him feel like the most special man in the world- hell, he had to be to have ended up with an angel such as them. he closed his eyes and imagined just what had been described to him. a big, beautiful house. white picket fence and flowers growing in the front hard. a dog and a cat causing ruckus constantly. a little girl to watch grow and teach right from wrong.

a big, beautiful home he could relax in whenever he was stressed or tired. a dog and cat to play with and love. a little girl to dote over and raise. and finally, his beautiful partner waiting for him. maybe, they'd be married too. a wonderful family to come home to and look forward to seeing everyday.

that didn't sound half bad.

"yeah. i think... i think that's the kind of thing i'd want too."

like + reblog for kisses

[mixes-archive]

You know what i need?

I NEED könig with an s/o who also got bullied in childhood, maybe not as much as the big guy but still preaty severe bullying

I don't care if it's headcanons or a scenario i just need this concept in my life

I. Am. Begging. Please

"In der Vergangenheit"

It is my responsibility and job to meet my visitors needs, so please, enjoy! I'm also really sorry if I moved away from the prompt a little, so feel free to request this again if you aren't happy or just want more :)

Also huge warning for self doubt and all the things that come with bullying

VERY ANGSTY, BUT ALSO COMFORT

You and König were alike in a lot of ways. Socially awkward, working for the military and severely bullied as children.

But, there was also something...

He talked about his trauma.

You didn't.

Years of dismissal had led you to just bottle it up until you were seconds away from exploding, letting it all out on whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearest to you.

You two were different in that sense.

.

.

.

He's only mentioned his bullying once, but from what you've heard, it was bad. How hadn't his parents noticed the bruises and scars? Or were they just not bothered to care? No, from what he's described, they do care about him. Then again, he tended to romanticize things...

But who would you be to call him a liar?

One time, when he asked about your childhood, you'd claimed it was good, great even. Many friends, loving family, supportive teachers, you name it.

But there was always just one part you left out. König didn't need to know, it didn't concern him, he had enough going on already. Your pain was nothing compared to his.

And so, the bottling continued.

.

.

.

Heavy footsteps crunched against the snow coating the pavement. Luckily, some neighbor had salted the sidewalks a few days ago, just before the snow fell down hard.

Your heavy and erratic breaths painted the air with white clouds. König had told you that as a child, he pretended to smoke a cigarette whenever the temperatures dropped so low, it was a nice moment you shared. God, you couldn't wait to be back in his arms.

Today had just been too much. Too loud, too busy, to fast and too slow at the same time. You just wanted to go home.

Wrapping your coat tighter around your body, you sped up, finally seeing the only house on the street with the lights still on at this ungodly hour. Hopefully, he wasn't still awake and just left the light on as a courtesy.

You searched your bag for the key, quickly growing frustrated at your inability to find it, letting out a loud groan just in time for the door to open to reveal your lover.

His bright smiled dropped at the sight of you, tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes and a less than pleased look. König wrapped you in his arms and pulled you inside.

Your eyes were fixed on the ground, but you could feel him gently removing your coat and untying your shoes. His voice seemed almost distant as he asked if you could just slightly stand up on one foot so he could take them off, patting your quads as a thanks for doing so.

He could tell you weren't quite there.

That terrified you. The thought of someone seeing you at your weakest again...

The tears fell before you could think about it.

You found yourself carried to the couch, thick blanket wrapped around you, a cup of tea in your hand, the steam warming your cheeks still frozen from being outside so long. He sat next to you, gently running his hands up and down your arms. A pleasant silence overtook you both as you slowly started to calm down, but still on edge.

.

.

.

"Are you okay?"

God, how you hated that question. You couldn't keep count of how many times you'd been asked that. They didn't care, just asking to seem like they did. A polite question really, but useless and hurtful in the long run.

Earnest answers were never appreciated in this situation, you'd gotten used to coming up with excuses for watery eyes or a sour face.

But today was the last straw.

"What do you fucking think, Einstein? Do I look okay, do you honestly think that I'm just the slightest bit okay?? Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

His face dropped even further, frown very visible. Yet, he didn't look angry. He never did.

"Look I- I don't know what's going on, but do not take this out on me. I love you, you know that, but screaming will get you nowhere. I'd know."

The words didn't quite register in your mind, you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp, but the more you struggled, the tighter he held on. His volume rose the more he spoke.

"Running away won't fix this, Schatz. We need to talk this out this time."

"Let go of me."

"No, this happened before and I gave up then, but not now."

"Please."

Uncontrollable sobs left you as he sank you further into a hug, ignoring your punches and clawing.

It reminded you, no- it sent you back to the moment that started it all. Started your suffering. The katalyst, and you were trapped in that memories grasp.

"Please! I- I promise I didn't tell them anything! I c- couldn't do that please leave me alone please!"

"Oh." Königs voice audibly trembled, his grip loosening as you stopped struggling and let your body sink into him. He slowly raised his arms to rub soothing circles intk your back.

"You should've told me, Dirndl." you clung to his shirt as your sobbing slowly stopped.

"I know, it's just that- God I don't know actually... I'm sorry"

"Nein, shhh... Du musst dich für nichts entschuldigen, du hattest bestimmt deine Gründe."¹

He stood up with you, carrying the sad heap you were to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it? Oh, you're still really cold, maybe over a bath?"

"That sounds... Nice, thank you, König..."

"Kein Problem, Maus.² Now, what are their names?"

Translation

¹"No, shhhh... You don't have to apologize, you must've had your reasons."

²"No problem, mouse"

[not-poignant]

There's been lots of Temsen talk around here, so I thought I'd drop by and tell you how grateful I am for TND and Temsen in particular. (TW scars) I have scarring on both sides of my torso. It's not raised or painful, but it's very obviously there because of the colour difference with the rest of my skin. It looks like spots and mottles. In TND, you wrote about an old sickness that ended up causing some Vench's skin to have spots and mottles (maybe some of them were just born like that? Im unsure) Until it was revealed that that's how the spots and mottles came to be, I had envisioned the Vench as these beautiful creatures, you know? And after the backstory, I still did. It made me realise that someone else may find my spots beautiful too (although, I realise I'm not an underground skin touch wowie creature, so it's different, lol). What I'm trying to say is that that part of TND but also just TND as a whole has helped me work through and accept so many parts of myself. Once it's finished, may I print it? To keep it on my bookshelf :). If I were a better artist, I'd draw something for you from TND, and if I were a better writer, I'd write. I'm really trying to convey how much TND means to me, and I don't think I can properly. I wish I could make you a 7 course meal, because I am a decent cook! If I didn't love you before (I did), I certainly do now, for having created this wonderful story and blessing us with it. I hope you continue to do things you enjoy and take breaks and eat good food!! Love <3

Hi anon! Tbh a 7 course meal sounds nice, I've only eaten mandarins today, because I've been in too much pain/fatigue to manage like...meals. So I'm always very amazed / in awe when other people have the energy to make things like sandwiches.

In TND, you wrote about an old sickness that ended up causing some Vench's skin to have spots and mottles (maybe some of them were just born like that? Im unsure) Until it was revealed that that's how the spots and mottles came to be, I had envisioned the Vench as these beautiful creatures, you know?

Tbh, anon, all of the mottles except for very few which look very specific (and have only been described once), are all not scars, but very beautiful, shining parts of the vench's bodies. I mean, Augus also perceives the scars from the rotting sickness that Wirth explains as beautiful (it is a white, shining scar that's very noticeable), but every other time vench mottles are mentioned, they're just a part of the vench's normal skin, in the same way that frogs also have very pretty blotches/mixed colourations. Mottles are clan specific (scars aren't), in terms of their colours (in fact hair, eye, and mottle colour are all clan specific in The Nascent Diplomat).

So envisioning vench as beautiful creatures who have naturally occurring mottles (that aren't scars - the scars only affected one generation of vench and they are the vast minority, the only one we've met so far is Wirth) is what was intended re: the story.

That being said, I really love your interpretation of things as well. I've written stories in the past where characters have quite serious scars, and their love interest has always seen them as beautiful or as neutral, as having merit or as signifying how strong the person with the scars was, or generally as being significant in some way. Stories like Into Shadows We Fall, The Golden Age that Never Was, The Beast that Chose Its Own Bridle, Stuck on the Puzzle, even moments in The Spoils of the Spoiled, Falling Falling Stars, and it will be present in stories like Mallory & Mount as well. It's definitely something I've spent time on as a concept, even if it's not something I did for more than about five seconds in The Nascent Diplomat!

In that sense, I definitely think you will meet someone who either finds your scars beautiful, or alternatively, just a neutral, normal part of you. I have over 3 metres of surgical scars on my body, anon, and that doesn't include the scars I have for other reasons (stretch marks for example). Some of those scars are in very obvious places, some aren't, but there's very few parts of my body you can look at without seeing at least some.

Meanwhile my partners both have freckles absolutely everywhere (though they're fading now, as they get older), and I think that's amazing and really cool, and I love those freckles, and I don't understand how anyone could mock someone for it, because that just doesn't compute to me.

No body is perfect, and any body that is, will not be perfect for long, we all have an expiry date, we all attain scars and wrinkles and blotches and freckles and warts and hormonal discolourations (I have two dark patches on my cheeks from being on the combined Pill for such a long time - my Mum always covered hers with foundation, I don't cover mine at all, it doesn't seem like there's much of a point when I have a 20cm scar on my neck anyway.

Learning to at least be neutral with our bodies, is an admirable and I would say even necessary goal. Learning to be positive or loving our bodies is amazing for the folks who can get there!

Once it's finished, may I print it? To keep it on my bookshelf :).

Of course!!!

I apologise for not having put down the kind of profound meaning that you picked up from the story, but I still really support and love that interpretation, especially since I've written versions of it across so many narratives in the past, and will continue to in the future. Your interpretation makes the narrative a lot more powerful, and that you turned it into something that you could use to help transform your feelings towards yourself and your scars and your body is an absolute credit to you. I think you're amazing :) <333

[rhywhitefang]

Blank Rune References Part 1

Oxyll looks like such a sadboy and well, he is one. decided to do everyone in the beginning, shortly before the arena, I suppose, for simplicities sake and I was so caught up by the novelty of Oxyll having arms that I almost forgot to draw his prosthetic

Copper will always be Naruto Copper in my mind, sorry not sorry </3

Kain looks like such a nice young man lol, he awakens my auntie instinct, I want to make him pancakes and pinch his cheeks. I felt a bit self-indulgent giving him curls. But you know what? I'm allowed, nothing in canon contradicts me. You know what canon *does* specify about him though? Blond.

Midas is a bit leaner than I wanted him to be, but I don't think it looks too wrong^^

I was aiming for more of a strawberry blond for esca's hair, and I think with the contrast it leans more reddish here, but the actual color really does have the blond in it, belive me

I'm sorry Phi but the moustache stays ON ihrpgrpg

I tried very consciously to make Lexy and Skipio look like siblings, and they do have the same color palette for that reason. Idk if Lexa's earrings are canonically dangly or not (I think they're studs in the canon, but they might not be that closely described) but they show up more clearly like that. She also has pink hairties (Even though in canon I think she wears her hair loose? It's unclear when you look at the passage. It could also be describing pigtails, but I Phi might've been picturing loose hair...)

I almost forgot Skipio's glasses on my first draft, shame on me. They're important! Also I always headcanoned Skipio as pretty tall (mittelgroß anyone...)

Ah Lyn.... I also put her hair up in a ponytail, just because it makes more sense for a practical character like her. Crossed arms because I didn't want to bother with drawing scars, sorry, so now they're obscured by the angle.

Idk if I'm fully happy with Pan's hair. It went through a few iterations and I still don't think I got it quite right by the end.

I had already drawn June by the time I got to Liam (i just want to upload this in the proper order) so I could do the same thing I did with the other pair of siblings, and take her coloring for him as well.

In the white arena poncho, Tave's skintown really does have almost a jaundice to it. Rip to Gouda.

[gay-cryptidz]

The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 2

Joel works up the courage to go to a gay bar

No TW for this one :)

Joel knew there was nothing to worry about. But still, he found himself struggling to steady his breathing as he mentally prepared himself to open the door. It's just a bar, he'd been in tons of bars. This was different, of course.

Deep breath, open the door, walk in. You're fine, you're okay.

Just as he was considering turning back and going back home to watch cheesy action movies by himself and wallow in self pity, someone else approached the door. He stepped inside hurriedly before poking his head outside again and looking at Joel curiously.

"Did you wanna come inside or are you waiting for someone?"

He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, maybe younger if he didn't have that sort of tiredness in his eyes that's only acquired with age and the constant stress of adult life.

Joel realised he was staring. The stranger in front of him seemed to give someone inside a wave before he stepped back outside. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering him one before lighting his own.

"Lemme guess, first time?"

Joel simply nodded, a little dumbfounded. The fluffy-haired man smiled at him warmly.

"Nothing to be nervous about, everyone here is really nice, at least as far as the staff goes. 'Sides, it's just like any other bar, except with less rednecks"

Joel managed a small smile at that himself.

"You here often?"

"I work here. I'm Desmond"

"Oh. Joel, hi"

"Nice to meet you, Joel"

Desmond smiled like he meant it. Maybe this evening would be fine after all.

"Hey, how about we go in together and I get you a drink on the house? You look like you could use something to calm your nerves"

Joel nodded sheepishly. Desmond took one last drag of his cigarette and held the door for him as he walked in.

At first glance, the inside of the bar looked... well, like the inside of a bar. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Joel wasn't sure what he expected but the normality took him by surprise somehow. He looked around some more as he followed Desmond to the large wooden counter. The thing that stood out most were the people, some of them in outfits that would be considered pretty eccentric in any other context. Everyone just seemed so... relaxed? He wasn't sure how to describe it, there was a general air of comfort and safety filling the space that almost managed to push all his worries and insecurities away.

It was nice. This was nice.

He marvelled at patrons casually flirting and laughing and showing affection towards each other. At the fact that there seemed to be no tension, no dirty looks or rude comments, no looking around anxiously trying to figure out who may or may not pose a threat, when Desmond's voice sounded behind him.

"So, what do you think? Pretty cozy, right?"

Joel turned around to face him and, realising he had been hovering near the counter awkwardly, took a seat.

"It's great"

He still felt a little lost in this new world.

"So what can I get ya?"

"I'll take a beer. Thanks"

He smiled at Desmond, more genuinely this time, and took a moment to look at him a little more closely while waiting for his drink.

He was dressed in stereotypical bartender fashion, white button-up shirt and suspenders and a black turtleneck peeking out from his collar. He carried himself with a sort of smoothness, grabbing a tall glass without looking while taking another patron's order, moving around with purpose in every step, seemingly knowing his way around the various shelves and bottles instinctively. And always with a little smile on his face that just seemed so real.

Joel thanked him again when he handed him his drink. Desmond looked around one more time before pouring a glass of some long drink Joel couldn't identify and taking a sip, leaning on the counter near him.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Uh... god, I'm not sure... around seven years now I think? First job I actually managed to keep"

So he was twenty-eight at least, Joel had guessed about right earlier. Well, unless they were hiring bartenders below the legal drinking age.

"What about you, what do you do?"

"Contractor. My brother and I own a construction company"

"Oh sweet, I should introduce you to my landlord since she apparently has no idea those exist", Desmond laughed. "It's a wonder nobody died yet, those shit apartments seem like they're gonna collapse at any second!"

Joel grinned at that.

"Well, keep giving me free beer and maybe I can be convinced to personally come over and fix your shit apartment"

He cringed at his own words. That was a weird thing to say to a stranger. Right? Well, Desmond didn't seem to mind at least.

"Oh, please do! I'm one loose-floorboard-toe-stub away from losing it!"

They both grinned at each other. Joel decided this was definitely a good idea after all.

He spent the rest of the evening sitting at the counter. One day he'd work up the courage to actually talk to people but for now he was content just sipping his drink and chatting with Desmond about nothing in particular whenever he had some time. His initial anxiety quickly died down, replaced with the sense of comfort the place seemed to give all its patrons.

After a few hours, the bar got quite busy and it took a while until he walked up to Joel again, looking a little exhausted now.

"Hey, you got the time?"

Joel checked the shitty watch he bought to replace his old broken one, too lazy to just get it fixed.

"Midnight soon"

Desmond nodded and poured himself another drink. Joel took note of his habit of tapping the glass three times with his index finger whenever he picked it up. Silence fell over them for the first time this night, Desmond looking intently at the wall opposite of them or glancing at the door, until another customer approached the counter. Desmond smiled at him and gave a small nod.

"Hey, I'll be with you in a sec, let me just finish my drink"

The man didn't give an answer, opting to stay where he was standing near Joel. Desmond downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

"Shift's over. It was nice to meet you, see ya around sometime? I'm here around this time most days", Desmond said and gave Joel another smile while putting on his coat and grabbing his backpack.

"Yeah, I think I'll come here more often"

"Cool, don't leave me hangin'!"

With a wave to the other bartender, he left, along with the stranger. Must be his friend, Joel guessed, and refused to acknowledge the tiny twinge of jealousy at the thought of the man being more than that.

Thanks for reading :)

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[merry-andrews]

Hello dear writer! hope you're having a lovely day wherever you are X3 finally finally moved to lap top so I can write this comment 'flexing my fingers' let's go!

Dear Lord!! can we start with this chapter just felt so satisfying?!? Gosh if I want to pick a favorite, I'll choose this chapter!!! I was listening to Blue Jeans by Del Rey and 4am by Soft Siren while reading that made the experience even better..

 With their every visit, Johnny asks them and tries not to feel jealous while all they give him is Kenshi's fine and don't worry over and over.

Johnny doesn't even know what he wants to hear, but the pitiful reassurance like a broken record isn't really scratching the itch when the last memory of Kenshi is him gently squeezing Johnny's hand before being ripped away from him.

Johnny actually feels like someone tore his limb off to throw it off a cliff and he's there, unable to jump after it while bleeding in a metaphorical way.

God this part only. loved how romantically you described his distance from Johnny. like a torn off limb, being so worried over his well being and being jealous of God of fire because he can go and see Kenshi aww, Johnny always is the sentimental one between those two. it's like Kenshi is brain and Johnny is the heart. Johnny having an inside war because of his feelings and his ex wife was so nice to read. I really liked it you didn't pause on unnecessary details of their relationship, simply like passing by it, well-done job, really!

Kenshi's head snaps up at the sound of the door opening, and Johnny sees him sitting on a bed, holding the blindfold Johnny gave him in his hand.

That boy is soo sweet! I love it how you put extra attention on every part of your fic. every sentence, every scene, every dialogue is there for a purpose. its like our daily life, simple, maybe not even visible acts but you actually paid attention to them and it's why you're one of famous writer in this fandom! this lots of hard working only shows the amount of time and love that is poured in every single word. and then Kenshi getting up, absordly trying to hide the blindfold when he finds out Johnny is at the door awww, he's such a lover boy hhn!

The first thing Johnny sees is the fresh scars over the eyelids, it stretches from the under eyes to just below the brows, suggesting where the sais had sunken in and ground against the bones of sockets. They look pale pink and definitely not as thin as Johnny wished them to be but they at least looked like clean cut.

The next thing his stupid brain registers is how long Kenshi's lashes are. Johnny has never noticed it before, since he’s usually too busy being stared at by the man but in the stilled moment where Kenshi's eyes flutter slightly, they fan dark against his cheeks, its cluster line cut by the scars.

Kenshi opens his eyelids fully and Johnny stares frozen at his white, pupilless marbles of eyes.

He raises his hand to Kenshi's face, it feels like the man is staring back at him, waiting for him to say anything and Johnny almost touches the skin before he stops himself.

“Can I touch you?” He whispers, can’t help but push the taunt a little further now that Kenshi's sitting in front of him. It's a little hard to breathe like that when they're this close.

“Yeah,” Kenshi exhales.

Johnny gulps, knowing that Kenshi probably heard it too and he unfurls his fingers. Just as he places a featherlight touch at the end of the scar, Kenshi lets out a sudden, sharp yell.

I love love loved how you described scars and tissues here. giving Kenshi marble eyes was such an awesome idea! now he even looks more scary, eyes white and pupilless with faint pink scars around his eyes! I want this version of him in a sharp suit! though I must accept, first thing I thought about was how they wo't fall out of his skull? or does he feels heavy in head when he lies down on his back? haha. that moment of scaring Johnny reminds me of myself X3 I'd do the same in his place hehe and they aren't even dating but they already act like a married couple.

“I thought I hurt you!” He settles on shoving at Kenshi's chest but the other man catches his forearms and holds them against his chest.

This part I love! there's just something sweet in imagining Johnny going to hit Kenshi but other man holds him aww!

“Huh,” Kenshi hums, equally confused.  “Don't laugh. I'm new to this too,” he grumbles as he shakes Sento in his hands like a magic 8 ball.

Kenshi be serious!! also can I just say I love how you used all tumblr fan art refrences?! from marble eyes to magic ball.. God you're so amazing. fandom is truly blessed by you. I loved how Kenshi's ancestor have a say in their relationship. I imagine that blue man figure sometimes scolding at Kenshi when they practice "you should talk to him Kenshi Takahashi. tell him your feeling!"

That part of Kenshi trying to read Johnny's mind and Johnny actually feeling the connection, God your brain is such a wonderful place!! I wonder if Johnny can feel Kenshi's ancestors presents while they both are sensually connected? like, feeling them like a surge of energy maybe?

Their lips meet in the middle and the earth turns to bring them closer. Kenshi licks into his mouth and sucking on Johnny's lower lip, rolling it between his teeth with a tender bite.

“God, I want you so much,” Johnny murmurs into Kenshi's lips, taking in his warm breath as his inhale. “Stay with me. Be with me.”

Kenshi curses in Japanese softly under his breath, and Johnny doesn't know why that soft whisper twists his heart, turns him on, he just knew that it does.

AAaaahh!! this paragraph alone drives me crazy! I love a good kiss moment in fics and dear Lord, you did such a fine job on it. Johnny whispering to him, confessing he wants him and only him and Kenshi wanting Johnny back so badly I was listening to this part when I read it; I will love you till the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine) and isn't it how their relationship is? love how you picture it, so sweet and innocent love blooming between two lost souls T.T

However, now as Kenshi looks back at him with a rapt expression, waiting for him to find whatever he's searching for on his body, Johnny finally leans back and basks in the beauty of the tattoos—bold, fierce, and captivating.

His eyes first land on the inked tail of a creature curving around Kenshi's right peck, coiled like protection, guarding the bearer against any harm. Johnny follows the tail writhe over Kenshi's shoulder and to the back, he can just imagine a dragon as the centerpiece on the swordsman's back, exuding an aura of strength and power in its deception. Its scale is intricately inked with a blend of vivid red, deep black, and bright green.

Over Kenshi's heart, the clusters of pink flowers on naked branches sit against the dark black backdrop of the tattoo, a fragility of life itself to the otherwise fierce imagery.

“ Ume ,” Johnny murmurs to himself and Kenshi's response of eyebrow rise confirms his guess.

God I want this part to be written in gold then be tattooed over my body!! Johnny loving Kenshi's tattoos is canon and I can't help, I'm just a simple human but I love a part of story I'm gonna read it again and again before moving to next part!! also this fact that you went and gave him a dragon tattoo too?! I can only imagine him in tiger or dragon tattoo. either one will go perfectly and like how I said once, it's just hot having a Kenshi with dragon tail tattoo over his chest and on his collar bone!!

“Do you like my tattoos that much?” Kenshi asks as Johnny trails his hands along the tattoos of his arms down to the matching oni heads on the backs of his hand.

In Japan culture tattoos are frowned upon but God, do Yakuza look hot with those colorful, traditional art on their body?! I want to hit him!! not only Johnny but whole fandom thinks you're hot with those tattoos, Kenshi!! I hope to see more tattoo appreciation in future chapters hhnn, those are all beautiful arts and colors!

A jar flies off from the top of the side table to Kenshi's waiting palm and Johnny lets out a disbelieved gust of air but fuck him because he can't deny that it is so hot to see a gross abuse of powers for inappropriate ends from the other man.

Johnny isn't alone in here! also, can I just say I loved that part of 'riding fingers' so? Kenshi making Johnny come once untouched and only by his fingers alone I'm!!! I'm SCREAMING here!! Johnny attempting to move the hand away but Kenshi resists, holding him close when Johnny trembles and rides out his pleasure was such an intimate scene hhn and Johnny being like ' you did that on purpose!' after it happened awww!! pouting and being angry at Kenshi because the man made him come untouched hhnn.

The whole love-making scene was really really soft and I don't know how you manage it but when I was talking about exact poses, it looked crude but when you tell them, it looks soft and sweet and so full of love! how you do this? it's a magical ability!!

Johnny tries not to let out an embarrassing whine at the loss of the swordsman's lips on him. In response, Kenshi, correctly interpreting his reluctance as a signaling, grabs one of Johnny's ankles to bring it to his lips, planting a kiss on the thin skin over the bone.

My favourite part of the fic! and oh God isn't it so romantic? kissing at sole and ankles, to me it's like 'I worship that ground these legs blessed by walking on it' not a fetish, it's more like body worship but like how you see in Jane Austen's books! charming, romantic men laying their lover softly between sheets and worshiping them from head to toe.

“Would you be a good boy and stay put,” Johnny chastises him, giddy with excitement before licking Kenshi's erection from hilt to top to take its head in his mouth, sucking it eagerly.

Kenshi throws his head onto the pillow, letting out a shout that's edging an animalistic growl and it's like a melody in his ears as Johnny bobs down the rest in between his hollowed cheeks.

Kenshi watches him, his hands gripping his hip like he gotta leave their prints on it, Johnny feels his gaze on his body as he slows his rhythm down to grind Kenshi's tip into  that  spot just for the swordsman to break it with a rough snap.

Johnny lurches forward, hands landing on Kenshi's chest to catch himself as his inside flutters with the shock of a real thrust. “ Kenshi ,” he tries to say it like a warning but only a wanton moan strung with pure desperation comes out of his lips.

Good God, I can only say this searing desire to own this fic, printing this fic so I can actually touch it, press it to my chest, make animalistic noises while running around the house with this physical copy, God I love love love loved this part! I want to hold you by shoulder and shake you around and around to show you how much I love you!! how much I owe you my life, how much I enjoyed this fic!! thank you so much! oh thank you, thank you for all of this sweet sweet smut!!

Johnny covers his mouth, trying to muffle his moans with his hand but his wrist is suddenly grabbed and roughly slammed onto the sheets beside his head.

“Let me hear you,” Kenshi growls gently in contrast to the ruthless thrusts of his hips and Johnny does exactly what he's told, a lustful moan escaping his mouth.

I love a rough Kenshi as much as soft Kenshi in bed!! this part was soo soo wonderful addition and a nice, fresh change of soft atmosphere and it was very welcomed! I love it how writers mention Kenshi being rough in bed sometimes, I think it's a little nod to his background and I think Johnny likes it too.

Johnny throws his head back for a second, losing himself to the feeling as he bounces with each deep, hard thrust. The pleasure coils tight in his guts and his heart shakes in his ribs with an anticipation or a magic hold, or some damnable combination of both.

Johnny hears Kenshi's orgasm more than feels it when the sound of several crashes and glass shattering blares with all floating furniture and items are dropped to the ground around them.

Dear God, I want to put you under microscope, want to know how you get all this ideas God do you even read your writing?! how you manage to always have the bestest ideas?! subjects floating around when Kenshi is in pleasure state? Johnny throwing his head back while he's bouncing up and down over Kenshi's lap?! dear Lord above, aren't I the luckiest one that I found you on AO3?! your work is a masterpiece of details. even small, but still impressive and God, love it how you always come up with a new idea every chapter!!!

He can just imagine a future with Kenshi where they wake up beside each other, have their meals together, share their space together, Johnny would tell a joke and Kenshi would roll his eyes, they would exist between four walls, steps away from one another, they could love, oh love each other just to fall asleep in their arms. Life's simple pleasure.

“Are you crying?” Kenshi’s surprised voice cuts through the silence.

Kenshi leans forward, placing his lips on Johnny's forehead, and holds him there as long as he needs, as much as the world allows them to be, as big as their hearts beat in the chests.

The ending of chapter is always the important part. It's such breathtaking job (and I mean it) everytime you always manage to write the most effective endings!! God I was tearing up with Johnny at the end while listening to these lyrics;

You are all I want I'm your cherry bomb Live forever young Die when you are gone

Flow Inside When I'm with you I feel alive And we're still lost Together.

Thank you, for gifting us this lovely chapter!! I love and adore anything you write but this chapter? going to stay on my mind forever T.T

Love you so much and have a good day, dear writer!

M.

Chapter 9 is out!!

Chapter summary: they get their shit together ❤️

[navybrat817]

Ahh! I love this. And it inspired me. And, yes, I'm pretending that is Bucky.

Ruined

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, feels

18+ Please!!!

This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

You didn't expect to meet him tonight…your savior. A knight who swooped in to stop some drunk prick who kept hitting on you. A white knight didn't describe him well enough. He was something darker...fiercer...and the smirk he gave delivered a promise you hoped he intended to keep.

"Hey, doll," his voice made you inhale sharply and you couldn't believe a stranger had this power over you. It would have been too easy for him to drag you away to make you his. That feeling only grew stronger when he grabbed the other guy by the collar. He had...metal fingers. What would it feel like to have them touch you?

"I don't want any trouble," the guy stammered.

"You asked for it when you bothered her. Apologize and make sure we believe it."

"I'm sorry," he got out. He looked like he pissed his pants.

"Good enough for you?" he asked, his tone noticeably sweeter when he addressed you.

Could you handle yourself? Of course. But...it felt nice to have someone defend you. "Good enough."

"Now fuck off," he said through his teeth, shoving the now terrified prick back.

"Thank you for that. Can I buy you a drink?" you offered.

"I'd rather get your name, if you don't mind," he answered as he sat beside you.

You smiled softly as you told him. "And do I get the pleasure of your name?"

"I'm Bucky," he smirked. "And I haven't pleasured you yet."

Any other guy, you likely would have laughed. Coming from him, it made you want to be pliant under his demands. "You say that like it's a sure thing."

"I haven't had a sure thing in a long time."

"Neither have I."

You didn't leave the bar with him immediately. The two of you talked, facing each other more as time passed. You were drunk on his voice and the look in his eyes. At one point, he placed his hand on your thigh. The action told you everything you needed to know and nothing at all. You craved more and prayed it wouldn't just be a fleeting moment.

"Take me somewhere," you practically begged.

"Where?" he breathed.

"Anywhere."

Offering your body to a stranger didn't scare you. What scared you was how he didn't seem like a stranger at all. The fear triggered an adrenaline rush and you felt it mix with your arousal as your back hit the bed. You didn't even recall getting through the door.

Clothes fell around you and to the floor, forgotten as you took in the sight of his body. He truly was like a knight with the scars. Maybe one day he'd tell you the story of how he got them. He gazed intently at you before he looked you over in kind. If he spotted your imperfections, he didn't make it known. He looked at you like you were an offering...a gift.

Your lips parted as he leaned in for a scorching kiss, his tongue soothing the burn that didn't exist. His fingers breached you, but you were somehow ready for him. That's what you told yourself as he stretched you, trying in vain to fuck yourself on his fingers to get some relief. He refused to give you any.

"You'll come on my cock, doll. I promise. You'll take it so beautifully, won't you?"

"Please," you hissed as he took his fingers out, feeling the thick head replace them before you could blink.

"Let me in," he whispered, pressing into your willing heat. You trembled as the words repeated like a mantra in your head. You let him into your body, but his eyes said it wasn't enough.

"Ruin me," you whispered.

And he did.

You mewled as he fucked into you, making you take him deeper with each drive of his hips. His cock hit parts of you that you only dreamt about. You couldn't think with him inside you and you didn't want to. All you needed was that moment of bliss. And him. You needed…

"That's it, doll. Fucking take me," he growled, his thrusts growing rougher as you moaned. You took everything and wondered how wrecked you looked underneath him. "May have to...keep you."

You clenched around him, telling him with your body what you didn't dare to speak. "Keep me. Please, don't let me go." You'd give everything. All he had to ask.

You cried out as he lifted your hips, grinding hard into this spot no one else could ever find. You felt like a toy being pulled back and forth, his girth making itself home over and over. "You want me to keep you? Tell me."

"Yes, please!" you cried, your eyes burning with unshed years. Your body shook, the intensity threatening to drive you insane. You were the one who asked to be ruined, but you wanted him ruined, too. You wanted to leave your mark on him. Was it too much to ask to be unforgettable?

"Then come for me," he demanded.

You experienced orgasms before, but those were nothing compared to the euphoric waves he pulled you into. While previous ones fizzled, this was a finale of fireworks. It went on and on, picking up as soon as you thought it would end. It didn't end when you felt heat flood you, his orgasm triggering another. Your body never felt so sensitive, but it wasn't just your body now.

You let out a broken moan as he finished coming, fucking it into you until he couldn't continue. Your mind felt fuzzy even as you came back to yourself, gasping when he moved to his back and pulled you on top of him. He managed to stay inside you as he did and the feel was strangely comforting. Why was the pull toward him so strong? So right?

"Did I ruin you?" he asked as you caught your breath.

"Yes," you whispered, his lips brushing your forehead.

"I'm just getting started, doll."

[owlsinathens]

HotD or TOW the Pulled Pork

Excuse me for a second - a PUG????? A fucking PUG???? I mean. Are there pugs in the world of Ice and Fire? I did a search of the books for any mention and I did find loads of Germ describing people as pug nosed, which would imply that people know what a pug is, but no mention of an actual PUG pug, so my guess is Germ just didn't think about it twice. But omg that dog stuck out like a sore thumb, especially it being a rather modern type of pug bread with the completely flat nose. Anyway.

I was a bit meh at the whole crabfucker thing. Like, he's this super evil guy (is it greyscale or burn scars? I thought the latter but have read otherwise) that Daemon and the Velaryons have been fighting for over 3 years and then it gets resolved in 10 minutes just because Daemon couldn't bear to have Viserys' help?? But oh oh oh Seasmoke was glorious.

Which brings me to Caraxes - he's so much more snakelike than the other dragons. Blood wyrm, indeed. Reminds me a little of a scaly, not very nice Falkor with wings.

Jason Lannister, huh? He certainly lacks the charms and good looks of his descendants. Also did he really try to fucking roofie the princess in a camp full of people??

I love how The Rains of Castamere is woven into the soundtrack once again. Gives me chills every single time.

Viserys really is a sympathetic fellow, at least to me, for now. Not a good or a bad king, but very mediocre. I think he really really wants to be a good king, a good husband, a good father, but he's just not that good at executing it. Paddy Considine is killing it with his portrayal.

Which brings me to Rhaenyra. She's a bratty, sullen teenager and I love her. I love Milly Alcott, I'll be so sorry to see her go. The pulled pork scene was really great, as was her marching into camp streaked with blood like the warrior she is/will be.

Still don't like Criston Cole, but he does cut a fine kingsguard.

The clothes. The clothes, the clothes, the clothes. I love every single outfit Rhaenyra wears. Alicent's too, but especially Rhaenyra's.

Not sure about Otto still. He's definitely a scheming scarecrow, but - and here I go comparing again - he seems like a weird mix between Tywin and Littlefinger without their respective 'geniuses' - will see how he develops. Don't like.

I don't know if anyone remembers that weird Robin Hood anime? I don't remember anything except the intro (in German tho), a knight dude I kinda fancied named Gilbert - and some sort of mystical white stag. Although that one had a cross between its antlers iirc.

I noticed the missing fingers - is Viserys being taken apart bit by bit by that goddamn throne?? I mean. Take some care, my man! Remember what happened to Maegor I!

And last, but not least, I know Daemon didn't say a single word but yeah this episode has cemented it for me: Matt Smith is invoking Iwan Rheon's Ramsay in his portrayal of Daemon. The body language, the mimic, etc. Hubby agrees on that, but then he still can't tell people apart, so yeah. I'm curious to see how the character develops, he's interesting enough, but oh I loathe him.

I still like this series.

[thevalicemultiverse]

The corpse is that of a young man, sporting messy black (or is it a deep indigo?) hair, the blue skin that her father always told her was typical of the dead, and a MASSIVE hole through his left eye socket. It is not particularly hard to tell how this young man died. The rest of his face is a bit scarred, but otherwise pleasant enough to look at -- the remaining eye is brown, the nose might be described as "Roman," the cheeks surprisingly full for a dead person. He's wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers under what is clearly a homemade cape, red and covered in shiny stars. He stares at Madeline for a moment, apparently as surprised to see her as she is to see him.

Then he claps his hands. "So it did work! I wasn't sure for a moment, since, well, this is a cemetery...sorry if I scared you, by the way," he adds, looking a bit sheepish. "I was very interested in getting the spell to work, and I didn't expect anyone to be here." He looks around, getting a sense of the place. "I'd forgotten how nice the air smells up here! You get used to the stench of rot very quickly when you're dead."

He gives himself a shake and offers up another, embarrassed smile. "Ah -- right. Probably should -- I'm Clarence Wilforth. I'd say that Clarence Wilforth, but I don't know if you're familiar with my name -- or, uh, how I died...anyway, you are?"

" hi grandma . . . hi grandpa . . . and hi , aunt lizzie . "

the young woman kneels in front of the gravesite of her extended family -- her mother's family , that is . never got to meet them while they were living , but since this was part of their family trip to england , they all decided a trip to their final resting places would be a good stop .

it's hard , seeing her mother in such a vulnerable state . to see her struggling to get any words out between broken sobs , trying to give the family an update on how they're all doing . not that it would do any good , maddie thought . sure , if her father is right , and there is a land of the dead , they'd be happy living their undead lives below , but they still wouldn't hear her . better to keep that thought to herself , though .

after the tearful monologue from her mother and the good wishes from victor , madeline stayed by the graves , asking for a bit of privacy for her piece .

so here she is , unsure of how or even where to start . " i . . . god , i don't even know what i'm doing , " she admits , tucking a strand of hair behind her ear . " even if you could hear me , which i'm pretty sure you can't , i don't even know what to tell you guys . my life has been both amazing and a disaster , and i'm not even sure you want to stay that long to hear it .

" i dunno , i wish i could actually talk to you guys . to actually meet the people who gave mum such a good life before it was wrongly taken from her . i mean , if i could travel down there just like dad did , i'd probably have more to say . . . whatever , i hope you all are partying hard down there . "

madeline stands , and turns her back , but not before she hears a gentle whoosh , the coldness of the source pricking at her skin . her parents are back at the car by now , but she can't help but turn around to find-

a corpse standing behind her .

@thevalicemultiverse

[emeraldwhump]

I'm sorry for not posting, I'm in the midst of finals and my thesis defense date is getting dangerously close, but today (24th June) is twins birthday and I actually have something nice and sweet for Vivianne planned as a gift lol.(Unfortunately for Cole I only have time for one, and honestly he had much better time than Viv lately so)

I promise I'll get more into Viv's relationship with Jude and how it affected her on this blog just give me time, for now just believe me it was bad and have a glimpse into the future and her birthday gift - her next partner after him - Jasper, they aren't in an exclusive relationship its more fwb situation but he's nice to her! Wow I know. It's at the point where they just started seeing each other.

More about Jasper, Masterlist

Jasper was laying on the couch, reading students' papers, Vivianne was curled up against him, napping.

Admittedly it wasn't what they've met for, they weren't in a relationship to just lounge around in his apartment like that, it was supposed to be just a quick fuck session maybe a cup of tea later, just a simple friends with benefits situation with no additional strings attached but...

Jasper had to be honest with himself and admit that he liked the girl, much more than his usual hookups, so when she came to his apartment and looked tired and not really in the mood, Jasper was sort of relieved, especially because she agreed to drink a cup of tea with him, actually he was happy about getting to spend time with her, like that which worried him - he never used to stay with one partner for a long time and Vivianne has made it clear that she doesn't want a relationship.

Jasper didn't exactly know why, and what happened but sometimes she acted very nervous, scared almost so he was sure that it wasn't just her preference, something had to happen, for her not to want to go into a relationship.

And usually Jasper would be over the moon with that arrangement, but now he was perfectly content with her just laying quietly next to him, not even bothered by her hair being everywhere, along with his eyes and mouth. Another unfamiliar experience was the fact that thinking about her with other people made him unreasonably frustrated, while normally Jasper didn't give a flying fuck about what other people he was seeing were doing in their spare time.

Jasper knitted his brows and looked down at her, his attention was drawn to her shoulder, as the neckline of her sweater shifted revealing an array of pearly white scars, tons of small short ones filled the background with one long thick line cutting through the rest, he lightly rubbed his thumb against them.

Vivianne took a sharp breath and opened her eyes, stifling slightly.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Jasper asked moving his hand back. Vivianne rolled to the other side, so she was now facing the same direction as him.

"No. It isn't exactly pleasant, but it's not painful either" She answered, and lied her head down on his shoulder again, which Jasper used to lean his cheek on the top of it.

A few moments went in silence, as Jasper played with her hair quietly moving a strand of it between his fingers.

"I like you" He blurted out, and blinked surprised by this sudden need to put it out there. Vivianne made a sound that Jasper could only describe as a light amused scoff, as she turned back to face him, and put her arm around his chest.

"You're nice..."

"You sound surprised" Jasper noticed, interrupting her - her reaction interested him, it didn't seem negative, but at the same time the tone of her voice was way more surprised for it to be just because he said ot out of nowhere and after all it's not like Jasper has told her that he loved her or proposed to her.

"I mean it's not that wierd to at least like someone you sleep with, and to be nice to them?" Alright maybe it wasn't Jasper's approach every time, but come on its not a controversial opinion.

Vivianne sighed, and thought for a moment clearly trying to decide if she should say something or not, finally she set her eyes down, avoiding looking at Jasper's face and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I-i don't think my previous partners liked me, not really - they usually just wanted something from me, sex, money whatever, but - but didn't like me, I would say some hated me really... " She took a deep breath, and Jasper noticed her hands shaking slightly as she continued "E-even though I was trying, I really was at first at least but it never seemed to -... I guess I'm just not a person who you like easily - and that.. well it doesn't really come with being nice to me, even though sometimes that's all I wanted - "

It was clear that talking about it got harder and harder for her as she went on, so instead of letting her continue, Jasper leaned in and kissed her.

"Well I like you. A lot." He said with his mouth still right next to her lips.

"I told you - I can't.. I don't want to be in relationship not yet-" Vivianne moved back a little and smiled sadly.

"It's alright, we can be whatever you want us to be, and we can go as slow as you like okay?"

Vivianne smiled again, but this time with a happier smile, and Jasper tilted her head back to kiss her again. After a moment of that he stopped and propped himself in his elbows.

"There's one condition though - I'm going to be nice to you"

Vivianne laughed but hugged him burying her face in his chest.

"Yeah?" She asked with a slight sarcastic tone.

"Yeah. And I'm going to start right now." Jasper propped his chin on the top of her head, which gave him an excellent view on the cascade of white hair falling onto her back.

"I love your hair it's so pretty..." He said and took a few strands letting them fall freely from his hand "and soft, and... pearly" It fascinated him how the light played in them, under certain lighting her hair seemed almost translucent.

Jasper was interrupted by her laugh.

"Pearly? I really hope that you're more creative with music than poetry" Vivianne scoffed. Jasper just smirked and kissed her.

tagging a few people: see sometimes I'm nice to her! I love her I promise lol.

@painful-pooch @whumper-in-training @egg-writes-whump @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @whump-world @winedark-whump

[antiherocorner]

Niki Lauda - The White Wolf

A Werewolf! Niki Lauda x Reader fic (18+)

Headcanons: 

So... This is my first AU ever... And also this is my first smut... Kind of... Thing... Ever... Sex scene, let's go with that... I was debating to post it in smaller parts, or a bigger one. I decided the second one might be better.

This is a mess, and a random idea... This could be a psychedelic trip, while you're watching fucking Twilight... Yes, I am familiar with the Twilight Saga... No, I wasn't Team Jacob... No, I didn't intend to base this on that... But it might has some similar stuff (no vampires)... Small stuff... All of them were unintentional, really.... Well... 1 or 2 things weren't, but most of them.

English is still not my native language, apologies for the grammatical mistakes, I tried.

Taglist: @rumblelibrary (you are my first tag in a fic written by me aaaaaaa🥺❤️🔥)

Summary: Your car broke down while you're on a road trip, on your own. You need someone to fix it. There's a small town. What could possibly happen?...

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do it kids), swearing, possibly smoking, drinking, mention of scar (nothing big or serious), google translated German, bad dog jokes, puns, and no, i didn't make a "real" wolf fuck the Reader, i'm not that kinky, i imagined the Reader to be female, but can be gender neutral, no name, or age mentioned, no use of y/n either... That's it?... Idunno, still new to this

(collage made by me, i don't own the pictures, i just used them, it's also very amateur, I haven't done a collage in ages)

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You were in your car ‘till your waist. The damn thing broke down half way into your road trip. You have had enough of your monotonous everyday life, so you decided to pack up the essential stuff of yours, get your car together, and head out into the unknown. You have already seen beautiful mountains from a distance, gone through deep, mysterious forests, taken many pictures. You have tried to live in your car, but occasionally you have stayed in some cheap, low budget motels for 1 or 2 nights. You always had trust in your car, yet there you were. It didn’t run out of gas, it just suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, just outside of a small town. It looked rather friendly, and not busy at all. There wasn’t any other car passing by, so you did what you thought was the best decision: packed your bag, locked the car, and started walking into the town, praying to find someone, anyone really, who can maybe lend a helping hand.

The people you saw were really kind, it seemed they didn’t really get too many outsiders in their small town, and they seemed happy for you. They told you that there was one car mechanic in the town, a little group of guys. They also told you about a motel, which was always open for travellers, and due to the lack of them, it was basically empty. You decided to go to the motel first. The receptionist was a friendly old lady, who, again, got very excited to finally have someone at her place. You got your room, for a very small price, went in and unpacked some of your stuff. You really wanted to know what was up with your car, or if it could be fixed at all, so you didn’t waste much time in your new temporary place. After a few minutes you headed out to the streets, to the direction where you were told before to find the mechanics.

It was one of those warm days, so you were glad you found what you were looking for. You heard music coming out of an open garage. Above the doors you read “The Rat's Den”.

- Hello?... - you popped your head in the garage.

- Can I help you with something? - a tall, blonde haired man, with broad shoulders approached you. He had a cheeky smile on his face, sweat under his long locks. Oh, and shirtless.

- I uhm.. My car broke down just down the main road - you gestured with your hand where your car was - And I was just wondering if you could help me with it… I don’t know what could be the problem, I have been traveling with it for the past few days, weeks, everything was fine up until now. I just can’t get it to work.

- Sure, we can take a look at that thing - you turned your head to the direction from where another voice caught your attention. Another man just slipped out from under a car. He had curly hair, slimmer body than the blonde one, but still tall. You looked him in the eye as he came over. His eyes were like a river of caramel pudding, and they were glowing like a forest fire in the middle of the night. Your mouth watered.

- Thank.. You… - you said shyly. What’s happening? You normally aren't this shy… - When can you do that?

- Are you staying in that old motel? - asked the curly one.

- Yes.

- Alright. Is that good, if I go there around 7 am tomorrow, so I can take a look at it before I open the garage?

- Y-yeah… sure.

- It’s a date then. I’m Niki Lauda, by the way, that’s James Hunt. - he gestured towards the blonde one, James. You didn’t even notice him leaving you two. You told him your name.

- It was nice meeting you. I’ll be there at 7.

- Okay. See you then. And thank you.

- It’s no problem.

And with that you headed out of the garage. You turned back before you completely went outside. You saw a tattoo on James' right shoulder. You didn’t see every detail, but you felt a strange feeling. Unconsciously your eyes wandered to Niki. He was wearing a white shirt, but you could still see a glimpse of something similar, at least as you guessed, just under his neck. Strange.

You went back to the motel. You couldn’t go to sleep during the night so easily. You had a weird feeling about The Rat’s Den. Some kind of an aura was around it. It looked like any other garages where they repair cars and that’s it, but not there. There was something. You couldn’t really describe what you were feeling, or grasp what you should even be looking for. Something was up, you were sure about that.

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After a few hours of sleep, you woke up. Niki could be here any minute now. You freshened up a little bit, you felt like shit due to the lack of sleep. Suddenly, you heard a loud car noise. You were the only one there at the motel, you guessed that was Niki. Honk. Yes, most definitely. You opened the door for an old, shiney Ferrari, with Niki sitting at the front.

- You’re coming or no, Schatzi?

You blushed by the petname, but quickly composed yourself, locked your room’s door, and jumped into the passenger seat. The man asked you about where you left your car. You answered and he drove to the correct directions. The short journey was mostly silent, with small talks. You stared out of the window, so you missed the spectating eyes of his.

- You’re good? You look exhausted…

- I’m okay, I just haven’t slept much. - you turned to him.

- Well, that makes the two of us.

You looked at him with curious eyes, but he remained silent, eyes focused on the road. You couldn’t read him, but tried to observe his features. He was pale, especially his knuckles as he was basically suffocating that poor wheel. He was taking deep and slow breaths. He looked like he was having a hard time in his own car.

- Is that your car? - Niki snapped you out of your thoughts.

- Yes, yes, that’s it.

Niki stopped his car in front of yours. You got out, and walked to it. He asked for your keys, so he could open the hood of the car. You took them out of your packet, then placed them in his open palm. Fingers briefly touched. He was warm. Surprisingly warm. For a moment you thought you heard him sharply inhale, but he quickly busied himself with your car. He has a nice butt. You immediately scolded yourself and turned your back to him, leaning on the side of the car, while he was working. After a few minutes, awkward silence, and some rattling, he straightened himself and turned to you.

- The engine gave up. Although it’s nothing serious or expensive, it will take some day to fix it properly, so it won’t die again. - so I stuck here yey - How long will you stay?

- As long as I don’t have a car I guess… - you massaged your nose, the lack of sleep started to catch up - I took it to a mechanic before I left… That’s just great…

- Well, that asshole did a shit job… It’s obvious what’s wrong, and it didn’t happen overnight. - he shrugged and closed the hood - I can’t take it back to the garage now, but during the afternoon I will come back for it with a more usable car.

- Sounds like a plan - you nodded and extended your arm to take your keys back.

Your fingers brushed against his, again, but this time the contact shot electricity up in your arm, which caused you to drop the keys. You instantly crouched after it, but what you grabbed weren’t your keys. It was a hand. Niki’s hand. How does he have these quick reflexes? You looked up, still holding his hand, and just realized that your faces were just a few centimeters away from each other. Both of you froze. Niki even seemed like he wasn’t breathing. His eyes were on yours, before he looked down to your lips. You licked them unconsciously. He purred. What?

- We should get back to the town.

He jumped up, leaving your keys on the ground. You tried to get yourself together, picked up your keys and sat back into his car. The way back to the garage was in complete silence. He didn’t purr, did he? He just breathed weirdly… I am imagining stuff… Right? You were confused.

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Not much happened during the rest of the day. You tried to look around the little place, bought some food and just relaxed in your room. When the sun started to settle down you realized that you didn’t give your car keys back to Niki. You left each other in such a hurry, after he took you back to his garage, none of you had it in mind. You couldn’t call him, you didn’t have his number, and you didn’t really want to walk there. Throughout the whole day you had a strange feeling. Something was definitely up. You just felt it in your guts. Niki was like any other man and yet, he had an aura that just gave off some vibes which you just couldn’t grasp, no matter how hard you tried. You were pacing in your room when you looked out of your window. A red Ferrari just stopped in front of the motel. What, is he a mind reader too? You opened your door, spinning your keys in the air with your right hand.

- Catch! - you shouted, throwing them at his back, but before it could hit him, he turned around and caught them in his left hand with incredible accuracy.

You weren't expecting that. He didn’t say anything, just smirked and winked at you, as you locked eyes. You blushed deeply, and he disappeared just as quickly as he came by.

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During the evening, you couldn’t rest. Again. This time you decided to go for a little walk. You weren’t really paying attention to where you were going. You just wandered around the quiet, calm town. It seemed like everyone was fast asleep. Not a single person, not a single soul was up. You arrived at a little dirt road which was leading you to a forest, next to your temporary home. You didn’t know why, you followed it. You got to a little field which was shielded with huge trees from the outside world. Some rays of sunshine were still peeking through the bushes, giving it an angelic look. Little red flowers covered your newly found small area. It felt like you were in a fairytale. But you weren’t. You heard a branch break behind you. You turned on your heels, just in time to see a huge, black wolf coming out from the bushes. It looked unusual, there was something in its face, in its eyes that was off. Human? It had a human kind of amused face expression. In the middle of your observation you just realized it was coming close. You panicked. Just when you thought it was going to rip you apart, another one jumped between the two of you, from behind you. This one was white, and slightly bigger. It growled at its own kind, like it was telling him to fuck off. The black wolf looked at you one last time and took off into the trees. The remaining animal calmed down, before it turned to you. It looked majestic. There was something royal in its posture. Around its neck and on his chest it had little patches of curly fur, like a mane. It had a cut on its lip, probably just had a fight, maybe with its prey. It looked deep into your eyes, like it was staring into your soul. There was something familiar in those eyes. The eyes were glowing, and like a river of caramel. Wait. You took a step forward and it instantly disappeared into the shadows. You really did needed to sleep.

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You jolted up in your bed. You were covered in sweat, hair was messy. You massaged your face while you were trying to catch your breath, even your breathing. You looked at the clock. 1:30am. You managed to sleep for about an hour, before the nightmare woke you up. You saw the wolves again. They were circling you. The black one jumped forward and tackled you to the ground. Your sight got blurry, but you could still make out the silhouette of the white one. It changed into a man. It had curly hair. You felt like someone or something was watching you. You walked to the window, and pushed the curtain aside. You saw a wolf, watching you from the otherside of the road. A white wolf. That wolf. You immediately turned around, hands were burying in your hair. What the hell is going on? Am I going crazy? What is this place? A knock on the door caused you to jump. With shake legs and hands, you went to the door and opened it. Niki was leaning on the door jamb, with his left hand.

- What an earth are you… - you started with a confused look but it quickly changed into a shock, your eyes got wide when you looked at his lips. He had a fresh scar there. - There’s no way…

- I can’t do this anymore. You drive me crazy. - he looked at you with a beast-like expression on his face.

- What do y- - you couldn’t finish your question.

Niki technically broke into your room, then kicked the door closed. He didn’t mean to scare you, but he was on the edge of completely losing control over himself. He took a step towards you. You didn’t step back. You couldn’t. That animal look on him made your legs weak, your mouth dry. The lust in his eye made you want him. You licked your lips. That was the last straw for him. The next thing you knew you were thrown against the wall. His mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting like a hungry wolf. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he didn’t plan to go easy and kind on you either. He hooked his hands under your knees, picked you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass and thighs.

- Your smell is intoxicating to me. I still don’t know how did I manage to not to rip your clothes off and fuck you on the hood of your car, when there were just the two of us, alone. - he confessed into your ear, and that made you feel all kinds of incoherent thoughts.

You wanted to answer, but when he sucked on your collarbone, the only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan, which could have been heard in Hell as well. He growled in response, grabbed your shirt on the back, and tore it in half with such ease, letting it fall to the carpet. He took you away from the wall, then placed your back on your bed. He sit up, just to took of his shirt. He placed himself between your legs, arms next to your head to keep himself from crushing you. He looked you deep in the eye. The warm that radiated from him was unbearable. It made your stomach turn in itself. He leaned in to capture your lips, but he stopped just millimeters away from you. There was a silent question in the air. He got his answer when you closed your eyes. When your lips met, you felt like you jumped to another dimension. He tasted like a mixture of cigarette and beer. Your hands found their ways into his curls. His breath stuttered for a second, before letting out a purring sound into your lips and mouth. He liked that. No. He loved that. His left hand wandered down between the two of you, to pull your pants down. You let him. Then it was your turn to free him from his pants. He let you. He was bigger than you would have imagined, and thick. And also hard like a rock. You gently grabbed him to pump him a little bit, but he didn’t let you have your fun for too long. He needed you badly. He wanted to bury himself in you. He pulled your hand away from him, and just as you were to pull your legs up for him to get a better angle, he tightened his grip on your arm a little bit, and turned you around like he just picked up a feather. You got confused for a second but when you felt him at your entrance you put the puzzle together. Oh. He is half wolf after all. And without a second word he trusted his hips toward and filled you up. You pressed your face into your blanket to suppress some of your cry.

- I’m sorry, but you really bring the animal out of me... Meine schöne Beute...- was all he whispered, but waited for a little bit for you, to get used to him, before he started moving.

From slow and sensual trusts, you quickly arrived to needy and shameless fucking. His occasional growles got mixed with your load moans. Niki kept biting your neck and shoulders, and you couldn’t do anything, rather just take it. Not that you had any coherent thoughts about doing anything in that position. As both of you were coming closer to reaching your desires, Niki’s hands found their ways to the back of your own ones, interlocked your fingers, and raised both his and your arms above your heads on the bed. You saw the finish line, but before you could register the checkered flag, your pleasure hit you like a racecar. The man behind you finished the race as a close second. He stayed inside you until he got soft, then collapsed on the bed beside you. After you stopped seeing stars, you looked at him. He was already looking at you with his big caramel eyes. You felt this urge to cuddle him, you were already missing his warmth, although he wasn’t that far from you. He looked like he sensed your thoughts, because he opened one of his arms, invitingly. You quickly snuggled to his side, head on his chest. He was drawing circles on your back with the hand that was behind you. You reached up to the back of his neck, and started to slowly massaging the hair on it. He instantly started purring.

- I love this sound… - you slightly chuckled.

- I can get used to this… - he smiled.

- So am I... - the broken car was long forgotten.

Both of you drifted off to sleep like this, in the arms of each other. The last thing you heard was Niki’s heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Honk.

You shot your eyes open. You were in your car. In a parking lot. You sit up, confused, trying to solve your thoughts. You were tired, so you stopped to sleep a little bit in your car, before you reached your next destination. Was this all a dream? You climbed over to the driver’s seat. Started the car. Looked in the mirror on your right, on your left, then on the middle one. You saw a little purple spot under your shirt, around your neck. You pulled the shirt aside. A hickey on your collarbone.

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The End?...