#I love drawing with my finger /sar

[deejayponethree]

Still not used to digital art, but here's an experimental ponysona!

[bullet-prooflove]

Crash!Series - Part One: Test Flight

Tagging: @kmc1989 @burningpeachpuppy @acesgunner95 @caffeinatedwoman @unknown6669991 @irishavengersassemble @midnightstarqueen @sportslovers-world @wildcard566 @fanny-123456 @alexlynn16 @district447 @firecountryqueen666 @yousigned-upforthis @@coldmidnightlights  @totalstitchlover19 @chlo-lo14 @toheavenwmydrms @doggirlforever @missyhoneybee @thatanimalmom @wabi-sabi1090

You’re excited this morning, Manny can tell. It’s in the way you move around his kitchen, the bounce in your step, the smile on your face. He’d love to accredit it to this morning’s activities but he knows better.

This is about flying.

You’re test driving a new chopper today, one that’s been donated to the Search and Rescue team by Nozzle. For them it’s outdated but for SAR it’s an upgrade from the current model they use, they’ve chosen you as a former coast guard pilot to put her through her paces before they accept ‘the gift’.

For Nozzle it’s part of a PR campaign to clear up their image after the debacle with the winery. Faye’s company had taken a huge hit after that fire had gotten out of control, they’ve been trying to claw back their reputation ever since.

Manny hates the thought of you being used like that but the thing is he kind of gets it. There aren’t many female pilots out there, especially not working SAR. It helps that you’re photogenic, which is why the public relations team for Search and Rescue have thrust you into the limelight.

“If it boosts awareness and fundraising for Search and Rescue than I’m happy to do it.” You’d told him after Luke Leone had approached you about it. “I don’t give two shits about Nozzle.”

Faye has offered you a job three times, flying rescue for her concierge firefighting service and each time you’ve turned her down. You’re not interested the privatisation of rescue services, you care about saving people, making sure they get home to their families after the worst day of their lives. Manny’s built the same way. It’s part of the reason he loves you, you feel that calling the same way he does.

“I love this mood on you.” Manny tells you as he places his hands on your hips. Your fingers thread through his hair, drawing him closer and he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat as your fingertips trace over that sensitive space at the nape of his neck. “I love how happy you get when you fly.”

Flying is in your blood, it has been ever since you were a little girl up in your father’s crop-duster in Iowa. He’d been Airforce before he’d retired, so had your grandfather, you’d been all set to follow in their footsteps until a Coastguard recruiter came to your high school. It was love from the very moment you climbed into a chopper. You’d dedicated every aspect of your career working towards that goal and once you’d achieved it you’d never looked back.

“Imagine how excited I’ll be when I get back.” You tease, your lithe body arching against his. “I’ll need a little help working out all that adrenaline.”

You always get a little wild after you’ve been flying, it gives you a thrill you can’t get anywhere else and Manny he always reaps the benefits. The last time he’d picked you up from the hanger you hadn’t even made it home. He’d ended up pulling into a secluded layby because you’d spent most of the journey whispering into his ear and caressing him through his jeans. He’d fucked you in the cab of his truck, the windows steaming up as country music played on the radio.

Your phone chimes and Manny pulls away reluctantly because it’s your calendar reminding you that you have exactly thirty minutes to get to the hanger for preflight photographs.

“I have to go.” You murmur, glancing at the notification before slipping the phone back into your pocket.

“I’ll be listening over the radio. ” He tells you, picking up his coffee mug and leaning back against the counter as he watches you pick up your keys and motorcycle helmet.  “We can celebrate tonight after I get off my shift from Three Rock.”

“I would like that very much Captain Perez.” You say, raising up on your tiptoes so that you can press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Stay safe out there today.” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“Always.” You promise before giving him one last kiss for the road.

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

rj im begging u to give me anything about cheol dhsbd its been bad for me lately and i need to talk about him with someone who GETS it

ps hi i love u lol

Anything for you

AN: I was originally going to use ideas from one of the S.Coups fics in my drafts but, since today is also the lovely @onlyseokmins birthday, I decided to go with this idea that hit me out of nowhere instead. Kill two birds with one stone and all of that. All I'm going to say is that this is all Sar's fault (I hope this is okay and, still scratches your S.Coups itch 💀).

Synopsis: Seokmin is the most generous, thoughtful man you've ever met. He'll more than willingly give you whatever you want (if it's within his means, of course). Even if that means sitting back and watching you get fucked by one of his closest friends.

Heads up: Lee Seokmin x Fem! Reader x Choi Seungcheol, Reader and DK are in a relationship, the plot is paper-thin, heavily implied power dynamics, cuckoldry (sort of), voyeurism, exhibitionism, Seungcheol is mean here, mentions of pussy spanking (f. receiving), edging (f. receiving), it's implied that Cheol gets off on Reader's tears, praise kink (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, creampie and DK cums untouched.

Word count: 829

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Some people may think you're a little spoiled by your boyfriend. With his thoughtfulness often resulting in him bringing you flowers he saw on his way home from work or washing the dishes when it's your turn when work is particularly grating or making you cum on his pretty fingers until you lose count.

Yeah, maybe you're a little spoiled but, Seokmin just wants to make you happy. The way your eyes light up and that brilliant smile you always give him make it all more than worth it.

That's how the two of you find yourselves in your current situation. Well, the three of you.

Your... affinity for muscular men with great arms and pretty smiles has caused your gaze to linger a few too many times on Seungcheol. You'd never dream of betraying Seokmin that way, but you'd be lying if you said Seungcheol hadn't featured in a fantasy or two. Your boyfriend, ever the observant man, doesn't fail to notice.

And now, looking at him flushed with his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead as he watches Seungcheol split you open on his, frankly, intimidating cock, you're left wondering if this is all even real.

"Doesn't she look so pretty taking me, Seokminnie?" The older man asks. You can't quite see him from this angle but, you're sure he's grinning when he thrusts into you so hard that your nails nearly draw blood from how tightly you're holding onto him.

"Yeah, she does," your boyfriend mutters in response, lidded eyes flying between taking in your changing expressions and Seungcheol thrusting into you.

Seungcheol isn't as kind as your boyfriend. Every act of disobedience and brattiness met with an unflinching spank to your clit. Stopping completely until you're near tears with how desperately you want to cum. Your mind devoid of everything but, the need to cum on his cock.

And Seokmin watches it all. His cock hard and untouched in the confines of his boxers. You haven't given permission to touch himself yet so, he sits and watches like the good boy he is.

"Cheol, please," you choke out once more when his cock brushes a spot inside of you that makes it difficult to breathe. Frustrated tears spilling down your overheated face.

"You do know how to ask nicely," he coos against your ear, nipping it and startling you when his daft fingers rub circles against your hypersensitive clit. It's dizzying how quickly he's learned how to toy with you.

You're so close. So, so close. Your thighs quivering violently and broken moans falling from your bruised lips as you chase your release.

Choi Seungcheol would never make it that easy. So, he stops once more. You feel his cock throb inside of you as your walls spasm and, frustrated whines leave your lips. He even has the nerve to lick away a few of the tears he's able to catch. You had no idea he had so many sadistic tendencies.

Before you can ask why he stopped, he speaks, "Do you think she deserves to cum?"

Seokmin looks like a deer caught in head lights. Warm, brown eyes alternating between your watery, desperate ones and the ones of the very hot, very evil man propping you up against his chest.

"I-I think she deserves to cum," he stutters out and, you want to kiss him so badly. You're going to make him cum so hard he can't walk straight after this.

"Well, since you've both been so well-behaved," is all the preparation you're giving before Seungcheol picks up his pace once more. Leaving you no time or room to gather yourself as his fingers make quick work of your clit once more.

"Are you going to cum like the good girl you are? The needy slut you are?" the devil whispers into your ear. Though you're pretty sure Seokmin can hear it all from the way he squirms in his seat.

"Make a mess for Seokmin,"

That's all it takes for your orgasm to rip through you. You don't remember the last time you came this hard. Seungcheol groans behind you and holds you steady through it all. Everything tenses and seizes and you're briefly worried that you'll develop a cramp but, you can't bring yourself to care all that much.

It's made all the worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) when you feel Seungcheol cum inside of you. His hold on you becoming harsh as he makes you take every single drop with every pulse of him inside of you.

Your bleary eyes meet Seokmin's frenzied ones and, that's when it hits you. He came. He came from watching...all of this. He looks like he's so close to stumbling out an apology but, you're not upset. Quite the opposite. The wet stain on his boxers instinctively making you clamp down on Seungcheol's softening cock, causing the man behind you to moan.

Yeah, this might be his greatest gift yet.

[bubblesandpages]

I am choosing to believe — for the sake of my own sanity and character preferences — that Sel and Sarah are fairly close friends. 

Also, just for reference and lols, I need you to picture them as an intimidating part-demon child next to a tiny pixie of a girl.

I present the evidence for my hair-thin headcanon.

“You’re blitzed, buddy. Move.” Sarah wiggles her arm between us and pushes [Sel] away from me. He bats at her hand and — misses. The economy of movement he’s always displayed is gone; every gesture imprecise, too big.

It’s the most surreal thing I’ve ever seen, and after a night like tonight, that’s saying a lot.��

My question is muffled behind my fingers. “What’s wrong with him?”

He’s aether-drunk,” she says, as if that explains everything. She pushes against him with her full weight, but Sel sort of drapes his body over her. She grunts in frustration. 

. . . 

“I am not!” Sel declares loudly.

Sarah shoves him hard and Sel growls at her. Shockingly, she growls back. It’s a small, silly-sounding imitation of his low rumble, but it works. He blinks at her and gives a confused grimace that is, somehow, the extreme opposite of intimidating.  

First the fact Sel is comfortable enough to use Sarah as a personal cruch, the fact that Sarah appears comfortable and unbothered by being in such close proximity to Sel — not trying to draw away out of fear or disgust — is very telling. 

Sarah is so obviously unafraid of the walking descendent of Merlin, who we’ve seen be nothing but intimidating or threatening up until now. She growls back at him like they’re both in grade school and it doesn’t mean anything! She’s not afraid at all, they’re comfortable with each other IT’S FANTASTIC. Likewise Sel has no objections to having her prop him up, which drunk or not I can’t see him allowing in most situations. Even the fact that Bree’s seeing all of this I would have expected to be out of character for him, but then it’s been a long night, and if it’s Sarah . . . well, maybe being vulnerable around her doesn’t count, and Bree will be mesmered or revealed to be a demon and killed soon enough anyway, so what does it matter if she sees him leaning on another person?

Also, there is nothing not amusing about the extreme opposite of intimidating.

“Tonight shouldn’t have happened Sar,” he mutters. His dark brows draw together as if he’s seeing it happen all over again. “Nothing like that has . . . has ever happened before. When the Regents find out . . .”

Sarah’s tone turns soothing. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s not what they’ll say,” Sel whispers, his hoarse voice almost lost to the wind. 

Sel uses her nickname. Sel! Who only refers to Nick and Bree in the formal! Tell me that doesn’t beget familiarity between these two!

And what’s more Sel’s letting her in on his fear of being killed/imprisoned for going the equivalent of demon insane. And Sarah immediately reciprocates and tries to assure him he isn’t losing his marbles and be thrown under the bus for it. She’s trying to comfort him. Something we don’t see anyone else try to do in this entire book aside from Bree, eventually (which, how messed up is that? I know that’s the entire point BUT it’s still super uncomfortable that all of these people have grown up together, know each other’s fate, and particularly how cruelly that fate comes for Merlins, and do nothing when Sel is in danger of tipping over the deep end, and is very clearly freaking out over what’s going to happen to him. Okay. End of rant, for now). 

“That’s not what they’ll say,” the fact that this line is whispered like Sel’s letting show his very real fear about what these events mean to Sarah, how he might fail in protecting his charge because he’s so stupid, and has never wonted any of this. and why is he only choosing to NOW be interested? and comes back dragging an incredibly sus girl around with him? The openness and vulnerability is getting to me.

Regardless of how few scenes we get of these two I think the few we do are lovely, and speak volumes to their relationship. 

[marvelite624]

There was so much more to the story, so much left to be said but, we were all dog-tired...it would have to wait. Frank had to be up for work in just a few short hours so, with the acknowledgment that the conversation wasn't over, we all said our goodnights and called it a day.

In our bedroom, we brushed our teeth in silence. As Frank undressed for bed, he looked at me like it was the end of the world. He was so bewildered by everything that had happened, by all he'd heard..it was overwhelmin' to say the least. I wanted so much to comfort him then but, the words just wouldn't come. I didn't know how to ease his mind in this, what to say that would make it alright. As he slid the last leg of his jeans free, he began tellin' me how sorry he was for all of this. Laying his pants to the side, he said, "I thought it was over, that we could move on. Seems now, it's just the beginnin' instead. I don't want to see anyone else hurt by this mess, Sarah, least of all, you and Becka." Finally, I knew what to say, "None of this is your fault, honey. You're a victim here, no less so than any of us. I love you, Frank. We'll get to the bottom of it, we'll find the truth, together. With Gil's help, we'll solve this. We're a family and like a family, we'll stay together; everythin's gonna be fine, we'll be fine."

I stepped forward to put my arms around his neck and layin' my ear to his chest, I heard his heart, strong and steady. As he clasped his hands behind me, delivering a gentle squeeze, he nestled his cheek into my hair and said, "You're the best thing life ever gave me, Sar...you an' Becka! Have I told you that?" "With every breath you take, hon...each and every one." He backed me slowly towards the bed then, kissing me as we went.

I fell backwards across the bed and he lowered himself on top of me, kissing my neck, nibbling at my ears. His breath was moist, warm and sweet, his caresses gentle yet firm. We were about to venture into territory left unvisited for a while, the timing was right, the need never stronger. I reached around to his backside, sliding my hands beneath the waistband of his briefs. My fingers were tickled as I softly squeezed, drawing him in even closer. His lips met mine, warm, wet, inviting. I allowed one last, brief thought of what tomorrow might bring before quickly diving headlong into the adventure opening up before me.

♡ ♡ ♡

Getting Frank out of the bed was not easy. After bein' up so late and, well, "slayin' the dragon", he was out of it. What had he gotten? Three and a half, maybe four hours sleep? His day was gonna be hell; to quote my daughter, "I just know it!" He showered in a rush as I made toast and poured coffee into his favorite travel mug. He popped into the kitchen all smiles and a lot perkier than I'd expected, hugged me before snatching up his coffee and toast, "What? No jelly?", he said. I crossed my arms and opened my mouth to unleash some Alice Cramden on him but, he cut me off, "Just kiddin', hon! You was about to hand me my ass, huh?" His comment reminded me that I'd had my hands full of that ass last night and wasn't about to hand it to anybody! "Love ya' madly!", he exclaimed, as he kissed my cheek and made a dash out the door. I called after him, "Love you too, you crazy-assed..."

And then, I was alone again. I checked the time, 6:34, before gettin' coffee and havin' a seat at the table. Too early yet to wake my baby girl up, no need to. The apple pie for Nadine Wilkinson caught my eye. That would have to be a priority this mornin', should have run it over last night but, we had company and all...I was only half a cup down when Gil shuffled into the room.

"Mornin', sunshine!", I said enthusiastically. He replied with a barely audible, "Uh-huh, you too." I noticed he wasn't wearing his pajamas, "Forget where you left your jammies?", I asked, jokingly. "Nope, just too tired to put them on. ~yawn~ What a night, huh?" He headed for the coffee pot, scratching at the right seat of his boxers as he went. After retrieving a cup from the drainer where I'd left them, he poured his coffee then moved to the fridge. Lookin' in he said, "Ah, there you are." I instantly knew he'd spied what was left of the pie. "It's all yours, Gil. Can I fix you a real breakfast before you jump on it, though?" "Thanks for the offer", he answered, "but, that little piece of heaven will be just fine." I snickered and he turned, still huddled at the fridge, he shot me that pearly smile of his...he laughed with me and reached for "heaven".

* * *

Jeb was standing there, staring into the fridge when I walked into the break room. "If I was to ever find any goodies here in the mornin', I'd feel like I died and went to heaven! Folks 'round here is just stingy, what it is!" Somebody threw a wad of paper at him as he closed the door and said hello. He took a silly Kung-fu stance, "Hey! Which one'a yall just tried to hit me in my face?" Jeb just never stopped. Donny stepped out of the bathroom a few seconds later. I was already at the clock with three minutes left before I could punch it.

"Best get over here, bud, you're gonna be late!", I told him. "Nope, not today...or tomorrow...there was a note attached to my card when I got here. Seems I'm gettin' a week off, without pay." "Well, damn! The mouth!? That's not fair, Donny!" He then continued, "Since when is life fair? I knew this would happen. Almost hoped it would." He had a grin on his face, odd I thought. "He had it coming! They didn't even ask me for my....what was that? You hoped it would?" I scratched my head as Donny added, "Yeah, there's a 'certain somebody' in town I want to spend some time with. The timing couldn't be better." He winked at me as he turned to go, "Better hit the clock, Frankie-boy, you're gonna be late." Jeb reached past me with his card, *k'chunk*, "Don't mind me, Frankie, but I been late enough...don't need a week off either." I punched in and headed for the work floor. "I heard they had to wire that guys mouth up.", Jeb exclaimed. We stopped in our tracks for a second, looking dead at each other. Both of us busted out at the same time, the laughter continued long into the warehouse.

* * *

"Be right there!", I heard Nadine say, after knockin' several times. I was holdin' the pie I'd promised her and couldn't wait to hand it over. Becka stood beside me, holding the tail of my blouse. Suddenly, the door opened, "Oh, Sarah, what a nice surprise!" "Mornin', Mrs. Wilkinson!", Becka greeted cheerfully. "Hope I didn't wake you." "No, not at all... come in dear. I've been up since before the crack of dawn, puttin' up some apples, makin' jelly and preserves..." "I was wantin' to ask you about that.", I replied as I handed over my promise. "Oh, this looks wonderful, Sarah! Thank you so much!"

"When I asked you yesterday, about getting some apples, you told me 'good luck with that'; you said the trees hadn't produced much this year. Those trees were loaded, Nadine...I mean..." "Yes, the oddest thing too! When I saw them, I nearly fainted! Just a week ago, there was hardly anything worth messin' with on those branches. It's a miracle, sure as I'm breathin'!"

Becka began to shuffle restlessly then. I glanced in her direction and she turned away, lookin' about, like her eyes were chasin' a fly. Her little foot continued to scrape back and forth in front of her, one finger hooked onto her bottom teeth. She was avoidin' eye contact, I could tell. "Well, I just wanted to get that pie to ya' while it was still fresh. I've got a few things at home to see about too." "Okay, then. If you want any more of those apples, help yourself, dear. There's plenty, wouldn't want them goin' to waste! Would it be alright if Benji dropped over later? He's been buggin' me to death to go see Becka." "Benji's always welcome, Nadine, you know that." "It's still polite to ask sometimes. Well, you don't be a stranger now, girl! And thanks again for that beautiful pie!"

We stopped to take Nadine up on her offer, loading ourselves with what we could carry away. When we got home, there was a note on the table. Seems Donny had picked Gil up while we were out. He said he'd be home later to finish what he'd started. That was just fine with me. Incredible as it seemed, I couldn't help but wonder just how much Becka had to do with the apple 'situation'.

She was across the room, having pulled Peskers away from the basement door again, she sat stroking him, whispering things I couldn't hear. "Honey, could you come here for a minute, Mommy wants to talk to you?" She pushed the cat to the side, "You stay away fum the basement, Peskews, Daddy is gonna be mad at you! I'm comeen, Mommy."

"We're gonna cook these apples down and freeze them, you want to help me?" "I'n always weady to help you, it's fun!" "Okay then, honey. But first, can you tell me where the apples came from? You can tell me if you know somethin', baby, it's alright." She hesitated as she lowered her head. Once again, she was fidgeting as if she were in trouble, "Hey there!" I put my hand under her chin and lifted that pretty face, "You haven't done anything bad, baby girl. I just need to know is all."

"Daddy useta' tell me that my gwam ma could make anythin' gwo. He said her thums was gween. He wishted he could do that too. Mommy, I think I can do that. I wanted them appos to be thew, I wanted to make Daddy an' Gilly some pies, wanted it weal hawd. I could feel the weaves gwo an' the flowews, bwoom an' change to appos. When Mrs. Wilkinson said there wasn't any, I knew it wasn't twue...I just knew it!"

"Just like Nadine said, it was a miracle. You are a miracle!" I hugged my baby and pulled her to me. My eyes welled with tears... again. Seems I started cryin' the day my husband disappeared and never stopped. But, these were happy tears, I think. Becka said her friend in the dark told her she was special and I was beginning to see just how special she truly was.

(to be continued in apart 13)

•This is an original work of fiction and labor of love, written by me, Terry G. Nunley.

[sugurus-slxt]

Hey I just found your blog!! Could I please request a male bnha personality matchup? My pronouns are she/her

My name is Jade, I’m a capricorn sun, cancer moon, and libra rising. I’m an ENFP!

I have brown eyes and blonde hair (bleached) i’m 5’6 with a slim build. I love art like drawing and painting, art history, and baking! & actually majoring in biomedical engineering lol. My favorite subjects are biology, art, and math. I also love pastel clothes, tie dye, and colorful makeup! (Definitely art how aesthetic) my favorite animes are bnha, fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, death note, angels of death, aot, and tokyo ghoul.

I absolutely love to hang out with my friends and being spontaneous like just going out for coffee (im addicted to Starbucks and I’m lactose intolerant lol) I’m b l i n d so always wearing my glasses haha also I love having a sense of humor. I also have anxiety and can be way too emotional sometimes. My worst habit is I pick my fingers and nails until they bleed :/

I’m very empathetic and always trying to lighten the mood and make people happy. My love language is probably receiving/giving gifts and words of affirmation. I absolutely love picking out little gifts for people and randomly giving them things that remind me of them. And when people do that for me I just love it!

My dream trip is just to travel the world, specifically europe and asia. I would love exploring ancient ruins, art/science/history museums, restaurants, and just everything!!

Thank you so much!!

Personality Matchup

One 𝑅𝓊𝒷𝓎 coming right up for @oatmilkismylife

A/Note: Hey thank you so very much for visiting THE VAULT. I hope you like your match up :) Sorry that I’ve taken so long, I’ve been preoccupied with school but regardless, I hope you enjoy this. Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

I match you with...

Runner Up: Kaminari Denki

Here are some HCs:

Ok, so my reasoning for choosing Sero is I think you guys would complement each other well. He just seems like someone you can talk with about anything and he has nit bits of information on it and he’d be willing to learn more.

Style-wise I like the contrast between the both of you and think side by side you’d look well together. I think he would totally get matching tie-dyed shirts with you.

I doubt Sero would be opposed to you do make-up for him, if you just happen to have chapstick particularly one with a nice flavor he’s going to steal it. When you do happen to kiss throughout the day, he’ll remember and ends up making a really guilty face after. He does buy you some back in tenfold and buys you a newer flavor for well both of you to try.

Sero has most definitely set up a painting date for you in the backyard with snacks on the table. He’ll sneak up on you and swipe the paintbrush on your cheek and say something like, “Hmm look at my masterpiece…” He’ll blush from how corny he thinks it sounds. The dates he sets up are all super random but he mostly thinks of ways to ease your stress.

If you’ve ever drawn him he keeps it hung up and will mention it to anyone and everyone just so he has a chance to brag about you until the point he is just rambling because he thinks you’re so talented and amazing. He’ll never tell you about those moments but I think Denki will randomly spill it to you. *Cue a now taped up Denki in your living room*

Sero knows how to bake but simple things. Like cookies and cupcakes when you show him a new recipe he catches on pretty quick. Look out he might be looking to challenge you to a bake-off but it isn’t really his intention to become better he wants to make sweets for you. He’ll always be learning new recipes for you to try or for you guys to make together.

I think if you stay up late at night Sero won’t go to sleep, he’ll say he’s going to but if he’s far away he’ll make up an excuse like I couldn’t sleep just to stay in call and admire you while you work. If he’s there with you he’s going to occasionally massage your shoulders, make sure you're eating, drinking water, and gives you the occasional cheek kiss or forehead kiss.

If Sero will ask you for help if he needs help with work and he knows you can but if he knows you are busy he’ll call someone he doesn’t want to stress you out.

Sero loves to make you laugh, seeing you giggle and smile it’s his favourite thing. If you’re ever insecure about your laugh he’ll make you laugh more and kiss you softly and tell you it’s the most beautiful thing he’s heard.

Sero spends a lot of time planning to take you on that trip all around the world someday.

Sero always brings you little things he sees during the day that reminds him of you whether it’s a pretty stone, a flower, or a necklace he sees in a shop.

He'll have you lay on his chest while he tells you about school or art history and Sero will twirl your hair and give you shoulder kisses, it's one of his favourite ways to end the day.

EXTRA:

I hope you liked it :) and sorry again for being late.

The vault is closed.

[scrcndxpity]

                                                      BEN HANSCOM → IT

                                            ❝ you guys are still the best friends i ever had, ❞ ben said.                                    ❝ no matter how this turns out.                                                    i just… you know, wanted to tell you that.  ❞

           ❝ i’m glad i remembered you, ❞ he added.

⌜ •°  ✦  °• — this is your stop . welcome to 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 .  you must be BEN HANSCOM. a little birdie told me you’re looking for SIREN’S BAR, it’s not too far from here and i’m sure your ANALYTICAL, SENSITIVE + DETACHED self will lead you down the right path. you’ve had TWENTY-THREE years of experience anyway. what were you saying? you DO remember GETTING A LITTLE TOO DRUNK AFTER RECEIVING A FATEFUL PHONE CALL FROM YOUR FRIEND? oh well, good luck with that !! hey, before you go, has anyone ever told you that you give off an INK STAINS ON THE TIP OF YOUR FINGERS, THE SOUND OF SNEAKERS AGAINST PAVEMENT, NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK BURSTING OUT OF CHEAP HEADPHONES and SELF-WRITTEN NOTES SCATTERED ACROSS THE WALL vibe? i better get going, enjoy your stay !! ── sar , she+her,18+ , gmt+2. 

trigger warnings ── bullying, body-image issues, alcohol abuse

+ for the vast majority of his childhood ben was A LOSER; a shy little boy desperately trying to hide and disappear behind his favourite books and unfortunately, being too chubby to do so. it didn’t help that his family moved a lot, travelling after a father who lived the military, and thus leaving ben without the chance of ever making real friends.  he was ALONE a lot in those days, always the new kid standing by himself, uncomfortable in his own body and too afraid to speak up in case it’d draw the bullies’ attention to him. it’s the reason he started reading — fictional stories at first and as the different school libraries ran out of intriguing authors to offer, ben switched to historical books; true and truly interesting stories which had passed the test of time... and, of course, poems. their beautiful way of playing with words fascinated him.

+ for a long time nothing ever changed, except of the names of the towns he stayed in. however, as fate would have it and right as ben had accepted the apparent inevitability of his, the hanscom family moved to DERRY, MAINE and ben soon realised that this town wasn’t like any of the ones he’d been in before. instead, it was struck by tragedies, provably leading the national charts in missing people cases and most absurdly? none of the adults seemed to care enough to see. 

+ now, what happens in derry stay in derry, and here’s what happened in short:

henry bowers harasses ben to the extreme which has actually left ben with physical scarring on his abdomen, making him to this day ( as well as years of being called the ‘ fatboy ‘ in various schools ) uncomfortable to take his shirt off

the loser club is being created and ben is developing the most adorable crush on the only girl in the group, sending her a poem because we know he loves those, but alas his heart burns alone which he reacts shockingly mature to

pennywise probably gets jealous no one writes poems about his winter fiery red hair and proceeds to scare the living shit out of the losers while also killing other kids

we know the drill: we have a fight, the clown gets defeated and the losers promise to come back in case it ever does — but until then everyone’s moving away, including ben.

+ honestly, it was only a matter of time until the hanscom family would decide to move again and as his father died in the war and with the most recent development – her baby boy? in the sewers? hurt and injured? – ben’s mother chose to leave sooner rather than later. needless to say, it was difficult to say good bye to the losers club and thus to the best friends ben had ever had, but in all the sadness which came with leaving them behind, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t the least bit excited about leaving derry behind as well. he had bled and cried, lost and hurt, loved and not been loved back for long enough in this tragic small town. it was time for a new start and at last, it was a good one !!

+ as a matter of undeniable fact, puberty has done ben well. his final growth spurt in the summer before his start at the new school, alongside with better and healthier eating habits he’d already adopted, allowed him to lose any and all remains of his baby fat — and when he then also joined the school’s TRACK TEAM? we had ourselves a handsome, healthy and most importantly happy young man on our hands, who stood with confidence in his bones and was no longer afraid of the power his own voice held.

+ without having to worry about what your bullies might do or wondering where they might be lingering to get a hold of you, school was suddenly easier than ever. his grades still weren’t fantastic – he still liked to read; less poems now for some reason and most preferably everything and anything that wasn’t on the school’s schedule – but his graduation was successful enough that the adult world welcomed him with open arms and an infinite amount of opportunities to follow whichever dreams his heart desired. so that’s what he did — or at least tried to do. as a kid he had always been a great engineer and builder who could create tree houses, even underground construction from nothing, and it must’ve been a childhood dream come true as he became an ARCHITECT and a successful one at that !! unfortunately, if the lack of happiness which came with it was any indication, it wasn’t his childhood dream.

+ he had been trying to fill the hole in his chest – with work most of all. with women, for a while, but none of them truly interested him. and with alcohol whenever desperate times seemed to call for desperate measures. however, nothing quite managed to rid him of the LONELY feeling buried deep inside his heart. something was evidently missing from his life ( and from his memory ) but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was —– beverly was his best guess, but even she was just a name on a book page he had carried in his wallet for as long as he could remember, and the scar on his chest was though oddly resembling the letter H nothing but a childhood injury he’d probably forgotten. that is, until the call came and with it, mike reminding him of times long forgotten. pennywise was back in derry, which meant the losers club would have to come back as well to defeat it once and for all. 

+ terrified and shaken by the memories of childhood trauma, ben walked into the closest bar to give himself the LIQUID COURAGE he couldn’t find within himself to face it again. he may or may not have overshot his goal, his sight going black and the memory of the night fading into blurry darkness. now, as the story goes, he would wake up in the morning, drive to derry to fight pennywise and lose some of his friends, but it doesn’t quite feel like a memory to him. instead, he is in twinrivers, twenty-three again like his whole life has been a nightmare playing out in front of him or existed merely as a shit story in a book he read, and he’s got another shot at finding whatever will make him feel a little less lonely before he’s vegetating. 

q . from what part of the canon did you take your character from ?

it’s a mixture of everything, tbh. there’s a whole lot of influence from the movies, because ben is such an adorable bean in it ( as well as all the other kids, like don’t get me started swooning about this cast ) and probably the original miniseries? because child!me watched that so many times. but there will also be some details from the book !! though, it’s been forever since i read it so my memories are a little hazy on that one.

q. what gender is your character, what pronouns do they use and what do they identify as sexual / romantic orientation speaking ?

ben is a cis-male who uses the pronouns he & him. regarding his sexuality and romantic orientation, it isn’t something he ever truly wondered about. he was eleven the first time he fell in love with someone and it just so happened to be the last time as well. 

˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: ben hanscom

˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗: ben hanscom

˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓: ben hanscom  

˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: ben hanscom  

˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉: ben hanscom

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Singing + Caroling (Nestaq)

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Sartaq was drunk, to say the least. I sat on Aelin’s splendid couch, slowly sipping my red wine as Sartaq attempted to serenade all that passed us by with song. It didn’t matter if they were lord or lady, waiter or nobility. Everyone was greeted by his lilting, off key voice belting a holiday carol.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock!” He sang, a lopsided smile on his face as Lysandra walked by. She sang the next line along with him, a smile on her rosy cheeks.

“Jingle around the clooooock!” Sartaq gave her a thumbs up and her tinkling laugh filled the room.

“Looks like someone had a bit too much to drink, eh?” Her green gown swished over the floorboards as she continued her path to Aedion. He waited on the dance floor for his love, looking rather dashing in a Terrasen green tunic and black pants.

“Never!” Sartaq slurred, not realizing she had already walked away. I shushed him, placing my hand on his arm to draw his attention from the poor party goers. I had to hand it to the king and queen, they sure knew how to throw a party.

The foyer had been decorated splendidly, with garlands of gold and silver looping around the room, tiny lanterns suspended from the ceiling kept alight by Aelin’s flame. The golden light played off the ornaments of the tree, which caught the light and sparkled like diamonds.

“Don’t you like my singing?” His voice was slurred, but not so much that anyone besides myself would be able to tell. I plucked the liquor glass from his hand as he went to take another sip. “Hey!”

“No more for you,” I chided, wagging a finger at him. “You’ve had more than enough.”

“Or maybe you simply haven’t had enough,” he countered, tipping my glass towards my lips. I took another small sip, and he smiled up at me, pleased with himself. “Sing with me?”

“Oh no, Sar, I don’t want anyone going deaf.” I was Neith’s Arrow, not the Singing Beauty that Sartaq was. I was known for my ability to hit a mark the size of a single copper from a hundred yards, not for my mediocre singing.

“Please! I don’t want to sing alone!”

“You’re singing alone right now!”

“Not here, up there.” My eyes followed the line of his extended arm to the stage, which was set up for karaoke. The blood drained from my face and I shook my head vehemently.

“Hell no. No way am I singing in front of all these people.” Sartaq flashed me a tempting grin. He had something up his sleeve, and I narrowed my eyes as he lifted my wine back to my lips.

“You’re not on duty. Have some fun!”

***************

Looking back, I think Aelin regretted having an open bar.

It took two more glasses of wine to get me up on stage with Sartaq, singing a horrible version of Baby, it’s Cold Outside. It was bad- I was slurring my words, Sartaq was hanging on my arm… At one point, I tripped over my own two feet and wound up on my ass.

Everyone cheered as we got off stage, all giggles and drunk smiles.

“They loved us!” Sartaq grinned lopsidedly, and I placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek. I held my high heels in my hand, having taken them off in the middle of our rendition.

“Maybe we should sing another song!” I turned to drag him back on stage, but Dorain jumped in our path. I frowned at him, attempting to shove my way past.

“Trust me when I say that no one-“ he placed a hand on my shoulder to steer us away- “needs more than one dose of that.” A cool breeze licked at my neck, sharpening my senses slightly. Frowning once more, Dorian led us both to the plush couch we had vacated before our mini concert, and I immediately collapsed onto it.

I rested my head on Sartaq’s shoulder. “That was fun.” Even though everything was hazy and blurred and my thoughts were fuzzy, I had enjoyed myself. Before I met Sartaq, I had never been the caught dead up on that stage for any reason. Instead, I would have spent the night scanning the room for unfriendly faces and ending drunken skirmishes.

It was a nice change of pace to just let go. I was in the presence of my closest family and friends, I had nothing to fear. Not with the prince at my side.

“Uh huh. This has been the perfect night.” His arm fell around my shoulders and I sighed. This really was a perfect night, even if I most likely wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

“Thanks for getting me drunk and making me sing on stage with you,” I purred, eyes drooping. “I wish we could have sung some more.”

“I’ve got an idea!” He hopped off the couch, suddenly alert. “Let’s go caroling!”

“Um, Sar? There’s no other houses around for miles.” Aelin’s home was in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

“But there’s a few houses on the grounds for the staff,” he pointed out, waggling his eyebrows and stretching out a hand.

I considered for a few moments before rising to join him. “Caroling?”

“Duh!” The grin that split his face was positively devious, and I grinned right back.

“I’ve got two words for you, Sar,” I said, holding up two fingers. He tipped his head inquisitively, and I looped my arm through his.

“Hell. Yes.”

***************

Three hours and many doors slammed in our faces later, Sartaq and I returned to our guest room with throats raw and lips chapped from the cold. That didn’t stop me from pressing a kiss to his cheek after we tumbled into bed.

“Good night,” he mumbled, sleepily wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me to him. I was glad for the warmth and didn’t protest.

“Night,” I replied, drifting blissfully into a peaceful sleep.

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The Revelation

A/N: Hello friends, I have a v sad fic for you! This contains maaaajor spoilers for Season 4, so I’ll leave it under a ‘Read More’ if you want to avoid spoilers. I also posted it on AO3 if you’d prefer to read it there: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11971479

Enjoy, please let me know what you think xo

"Talk to me," Caroline gently implores her husband, whom she has found in his study, head in hands, crying. She places a hand soothingly on his shoulder.

He lifts his head to look at her and Caroline's heart lurches. The whites of his eyes have been replaced by a burning red, and yet they shone, as though they bore all the sorrow in the world. "Caroline, I'm so sorry," he croaks.

She makes an effort to keep the lightness in her voice. "For what? Come, my love, it's alright," she cooes, smoothing his hair.

Dwight quickly rises from his chair, shaking his head manically back and forth as he paces around the small study. "No," he breathes shakily. "No. You don't understand. It's not alright. Nothing is alright. Nothing can ever be alright." He roughly snatches the fallen tears from his face.

Her chest tightens in fear. She has never seen him in such a state; he is positively hysterical. What could possibly be distressing him so much? "What do you mean?" she asks quietly, not entirely sure she wants to know.

He turns away from her and gazes stormily out of the window. He could not look at her. He took several breaths to steady his voice. It was time she knew. "Sarah is-"

"Sarah? What about Sarah? She has a cold," she states defensively, perplexed by the doctor's hysteria over a common cold. Perhaps it was different when it was one's family or friends who were ill.

Dwight bites his lower lip to keep it from trembling and turns to face his wife, whom he loved so dearly- yet he could not quite shake the vile feeling of having deceived her. "Yes...," he begins slowly. "But that is not all." He notes that the air circulation throughout her body has paused at this revelation. "Sar-" he tries, pausing- her sweet, innocent name catching in his throat as if it cannot be spoken of in any ill context. "She has-" he swallows hard. "Her heart." He simply shakes his head slowly, finally allowing the tears to flow mercilessly down his face. He stares desperately at his wife- hoping she will understand his meaning so that he won't have to explicitly state it. She will have to; he cannot say it.

On the other side of the oak door, a footman jumps, startled. The pitiful, heartbroken, shriek that escapes Caroline Enys's lips will come to haunt all those whose ears it has descended upon until their dying breath.

She stands there, trembling, examining her devastated husband's face and for the first time notices the greying of his temples. "How long have you known?" she demands in a low voice.

He hesitates. "A while," he finally admits quietly. The guilt rises like bile in his throat. He should have told her long before now, she should have had time to prepare herself- though, Dwight notes, the forewarning was no comfort; if anything it made the situation all the more agonising. He lifts his shameful gaze to meet the brilliance of his wife's eyes- clouded with tears, grief, confusion, anger. He winces as he prepares himself for her wrath, which he thoroughly deserves.

She takes several paces towards him, seriously considers hitting every inch of his body, and finally collapses limply to the ground. He catches her shoulders and kneels on the ground with her. He holds her tightly and she does not resist him, instead, clings to his shoulders as if for her own life. Having exhausted herself - certain that it was no longer possible for her to shed another single tear for the remainder of her life - she places a shaking hand on her husband's cheek and wills him to look at her. "How- how long does she have?" she chokes hoarsely, her lungs burn as she desperately attempts to regaining her breath.

Kindness was not an option now, only honesty. "A day, perhaps two," he whispers, voice quaking, as he hugs her tightly. He bites his trembling lip until it draws blood and swallows hard, continuing to suppress the knot of unreleased sobs in his chest that threatens to burst him open. He must be strong for Caroline. "Perhaps we should bring her downstairs to the parlour?" he suggests, the words managing to squeeze by the painful lump in his throat. She nods mutely against his shoulder. The parlour was Sarah's favourite room, it made sense to do so; at this present moment, it was the only thing in the whole world that made any sense at all. "I shall get her, then, and bring her downstairs." Again she nods mutely. "Would you like to bring her down together?"

Caroline licks her dry lips and clears her raw throat, willing her voice to return to her. "Yes, but I- my legs- I fear cannot move."

Dwight stands and gently takes her hands, pulling her up. Her legs wobble and she grips his shoulders to steady herself. She sniffs ferociously, wipes her stinging face and shakily lifts her chin up, determined to proceed with the most amount of dignity possible. Caroline Enys might have achieved this, had her husband not scooped her up and carried her trembling body through their house - just as he had done the day their marriage was announced - causing her to bury her face in his chest once more.

/

Sarah's crib was placed beside the fireplace, she had always enjoyed the bright flickers of the flames- her weak little hands reaching out to catch them. Caroline had decorated the room with so many flowers it might have been Heaven itself. She diligently wipes her daughter's feverish face with a wet cloth, as though a mother's love would cure her. Dwight watches on solemnly, feeling he should remind her that there was nothing to be done. Instead, he sits down on the hard, wooden floor beside her. He peers into the white crib to examine its occupant. The crib is vastly decorated with lace, frills, flowers, love - fit to hold its own in the garden of angels. He covers his wife's shaking hand with his and together they dab their beloved daughter's brow. He offers his index finger to his baby girl, which she grabs with all the strength she can muster, a small, delighted squeal escaping from her mouth. Were it not for the hoards of people who relied solely upon Dr. Dwight Enys for medical care, he would gladly bury himself beside her.

[sarnai-borlaaq-blog]

Back to her roots

Quietly the steel blue huntress moves beneath the morning sky. In the air lingers the early promise of autumn. Its bitter chill kisses the atmosphere, and brings a sense of urgency to the dark woman. In her arms, cradled to those ample bosoms, a small infant is resting. Alabaster eyelids drawn shut over piercing pale lavender seas. Sometimes when Sar’nai glances down at the Seeker babe she can see her daughter’s eyes moving behind the thin lids. She dare not to wake the slumbering Hotaru from her dreams. With autumn approaching it means that winter isn’t that far behind. Seasons in the Steppe are rather extreme, but so is everything else in the Azim. This place, her home, is not one for outsiders who cannot bear the rapidly changing and unforgiving climates. Sar’nai was bred, born, and raised in these vast open lands. Having just returned to the Steppe only months ago she has nothing much in the means of lasting through the winter. It would have been challenging, but doable, to survive alone but the Dusk Mother had other plans for the huntress. Now with a baby in her care she knows she doesn’t have the means to do this alone.

It takes a lot for Sar’nai Borlaaq to swallow her pride, and she is indeed a very prideful woman. Providing for her tribe had been the highlight of her life. So for her to admit that she cannot provide adequately enough for the babe, and herself, is a difficult pill to swallow. Dread lingers on the back of her mind, and hangs over her like a heavy cloud while the pair stalks to their destination. At their backs Ligdan happily pulls a wagon with all of Sar’s belongings, and her disassembled yurt. The only time the ivory chocobo complains is when Hotaru is out of his sight for too long. Since he had helped his rider save the Seeker infant he has been smitten with her. Never straying too far from the baby, and always her faithful protector.

For a moment Sar stops when those vivid azure seas settle on the yurts in front of her. Lightly she rocks the infant. Hotaru whimpers while stirring from her slumber. Eyelids flutter open, and thick black lashes part to reveal those lilac irises. Ebon tipped ears swivel backward as she summons a louder whine. “Shhh, Minii Orion Od.” Sar soothingly coos, and turns herself so that Hotaru may see the yurts in the distance. “That is our home. Where my eej lives, and where we will stay.” Craning her neck she kisses the region between Hotaru’s eyes. Giggling the infant squirms, and playfully pushes at her mother’s face. “Time for you to meet your emee.”

Chakha’s face comes to mind, and a bitter taste floods her mouth. Nothing really positive, or loving, comes to mind when she thinks about her eej. Her mother is a fierce warrior, and knows very little about tenderness. She is a battle hardened woman. So much so that the tribe even gave her the title of Warmane. A title of respect, and maybe even fear. Sar remembers how poorly they had left things between them when Sar’nai was shipped off to Kugane those many years ago. Soft lips press together in a thin line. Contempt burns through her like a disease, but her daughter’s cooing quells her soul. Hotaru is worth facing off against Chakha.

Pressing forward the closer they draw to the settlement the more eager Sar’nai becomes. How long has it been since she was last with her tribe? Leaving for Eorzea wasn’t of her own design, and every day that she was gone she missed her home terribly. Here is where she belonged. A huntress living off the land with her tribe. Slow steps increase their speed, and soon she is jogging toward the Borlaaq homestead.

Steps halt quickly when she is among the hamlet of yurts. Deeply breathing she takes in all the fragrances, and scents, that drift through the morning’s air. Dinner lays on the smoking racks. Its perfume of cooking meats tickle her sense of smell. Radiant cobalt eyes watch the women busy by her. All occupied with some task or another. Among the population of tribal women there are new faces, but she notices several older ones. Familiars. Baya stands by some young Xaela girls. Weathered eyes drift to her for a second, and she looks away, but does a double take. “Sar’nai?” The tribe’s healer breathes out in a tone of awe. Quickly she runs over to the traveling pair. “It’s been so long!” Emerald eyes, so bright with wisdom, study the huntress. “You’ve grown into quite the woman.”

Steel blue cheeks feel a flicker of heat rushing through them, and the flesh begins to darken its hue. “I have.” Sar murmurs almost bashfully. “The years have been kind to you as well Baya!” Her gaze roams over the older woman of smaller stature. Baya has several scars littering her face, and neck. She wears heavy robes that hide her arms and lithe figure beneath their fabric. What has happened in her absence?

“You flatter me.” Glancing down the healer finally realizes the huntress is carrying an infant. Miqo’te are a rare sight out this deep in the Azim Steppe. Baya’s eyebrows raise curiously, but she cannot stop her heart from melting at the sight of Hotaru. How big the babe’s black tipped ears are, and how surprisingly long the child’s bushy ivory tail is. Blonde leopard spots adorn the fluffy appendage. “Who is the lucky man?”

“No one. It’s a long story, and I am sure that Chakha will want to hear it with you.” As much as Sar wants to be the blood mother of Hotaru she isn’t, and she wouldn’t start the babe’s life on a lie. While they are not blood related the huntress will raise the Seeker infant as one of her own. “Where is she anyway?”

“Off at some type of warrior meeting.” Baya grumbles and waves her right hand dismissively. Obviously not caring much about what the fighters of the tribe do. She knows it’ll just eventually end up with Sar’s mother needing to be healed, and her being the one having to patch up the warrior. Wrapping her arm around Sar’s she gradually guides the huntress and babe to Chakha’s yurt. Sliding the door open she allows Sar’nai to enter first. “I’ll go fetch her. Make yourself comfortable.” With that Baya is gone. Leaving Sar’nai to her own devices.

Drifting over to a plump cushion she lowers herself down onto its fabric. Lazily those radiant blue eyes roam over the warrior’s yurt. Not much has changed in Sar’s absence. Her mother has added a few more weapons to her collection. No doubt her trophies of her many victories. ‘I’m the fighter. You just fill the bellies of our tribe.’ Those words have plagued her mind since the night Sar’nai gave Maral her freedom from the Goro. Sar and Chakha have different views on fighting. Well on life in general.

Through the doorway a tall, and rather fit, Xaela emerges. Those liquid amber eyes have not lost their harsh edge or how they just smolder with the raw aggression that her mother consists of. Ashen hair is cut short, and done up in its usual style. Gray war paint decorates the skin around the warrior’s piercing gaze. For a moment Chakha stands motionless. Just staring her daughter down. “Took you long enough.” No hello...no ‘hey how are you. I’m sorry for shoving you off to Eorzea! Glad you’re home!’ Just a snide comment on the time it took to get back her.

Sar’s mouth tastes sour immediately, and she wonders how she even came from this woman. “There were things in Eorzea that I had to take care of.” Carefully the huntress adjusts Hotaru in her arms. The little precious babe had fallen back asleep during their wait on the warrior.

Golden eyes narrow at the Seeker infant, and her nose wrinkles in disgust. “Is that the thing you had to take care of in the Western lands?” Venom drips from each syllable that she spits out past dark azure lips. Stalking across the room the warrior mother plops down onto a cushion close to her daughter. Despite her hatred for her daughter laying with someone not of Xaela origin she quietly hides the fact that Hotaru is breaking down her walls.

“She isn’t a thing!” Sar’nai nearly shouts, but when her daughter stirs in her arms the huntress lowers her tone of voice. “Her name is Hotaru Borlaaq. A month ago I was traveling to Kugane to get some supplies. My journey took me aboard this passenger boat. There was this Miqo’te couple aboard. I don’t know why they were so upset, but when I looked over they had put Hotaru in a burlap sack and threw her overboard.” Pausing for a moment the huntress looks down at her daughter. “I didn’t think twice. I jumped right in after her.”

“Her parents probably thought drowning her was the best fate for her.” Chakha scoffs. “Look at her. She’s a runt. Not even the normal size of her kind for her age. I can’t blame them for feeling like that….”

“They’re cruel! That is what they are.” Sar’nai growls under her breath. “How could a parent intentionally kill their child?” In her veins blood boils. Coals of anger are stoked into raging fires, and it burns all of her being.

“They were doing her a favor.” Chakha sneers. “She is weak, and would probably drag them both down with her. Killing her was an act of mercy.” All the disappointment and contempt starts to fade. The warrior’s facial features growing soft...almost tender in a way. Amber eyes settle on the babe that is protectively cradled against her daughter’s chest. “I take it you intend to keep her….” It isn’t a question, but an acknowledgement.

Weakly nodding Sar’nai replies in a murmur,” I do, eej. She’s my daughter now. I don’t care if the blood that flows through her isn’t from my own. The Dusk Mother put me on that ship for a reason. To save her. To be the parent that they could never be.” Feeling warmth against her side makes the huntress look up to notice her mother has scooted over, and is now leaning against her. She wants to press Hotaru more against her breasts, and hide her from Chakha but she knows that would enrage the warrior woman.

If cuddling caught her surprised her Sar’nai is not prepared for what happens next. Chakha’s slender fingers lightly comb through the ivory hair of the Seeker infant. Pushing strands of white from the sleeping babe’s innocent face. “You both will stay here then. I can’t have you out there attempting to raise a runt by yourself. Small children are very difficult to rear. They need more food. More attention. Sometimes they become ill for lengthy periods of time. All children are full time jobs, but runts are the hardest. Tis why most parents give them back to the gods before they had a chance to savor life.” Chakha’s voice whispers out. In between her thumb and index finger she takes hold of a black tipped ear. Drawing little invisible circles on the back of the aud with her thumb. “I won’t go easy on her just ‘cause she’s a runt.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” Sar’nai muses.

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Justify My Encore- Quincest One Shot SMUT

Justify My Encore. QUINCEST SMUT ONE SHOT we had just finished a show and i was heading off of the stage, Sara was in front of me. Damn she looked good in those skinny jeans. i couldn't stop staring. all through this show she was the only thing i could think of. god what i'd do to that body. we made it off stage and to the hall way that lead to our room, the band was still on stage putting things away and getting things ready for the next shows this week. Sara turned around to me and looked me up and down as if she was stripping me of my clothes. there was sexual tension in the air, i could feel it. her eyes were hot on my body. you could cut it with a knife. "Pretty decent show tonight Sar" "Don't play dumb Tegan, i know what you're doing." I stood their confused and nervous at the same time. My smirk dropped and now my face was heating up. Stuttering i replied, " what...what am i doing? haha." oh god why did i laugh? fuck. "I felt you on stage, when you leaned up behind me. you have it on." Before i could say anything i felt her body pressed up against mine. god she was so fit, perfect if that. she pressed a quick but forceful kiss on my lips. it took me by surprise but damn did i need it. She looked me in the eyes the whole time. placing a hand on my now beating chest, she slightly pushed me backwards, leading me to the door that was behind us. getting into the room, she shut and locked and door. pushing herself flush against the door she grabbed my shirt and pulled me against her. the short sleeves of my shirt ridding up and exposing my tattoos. one hand is still on my chest while the other caressing my arm, just around my Justify My Love tattoo. her finger tips leaving burning trails against my cool, inked skin. That's when i knew she was going to be more then just my sister. her hand moved from my arm to my head. lacing her fingers through my humidified pixie cut. it was a mess but somehow perfect for the occasion. i leaned in and kissed her. sparks flew and i could tell i was lighting the first spark of many tonight. "what do you want me to do" i whispered in her ear, my voice rugged from the humidity and singing. a small moan escaped her mouth as she leaned into the crook of my neck. the hum and buzz of her words hitting my pressure point was like ecstasy in this moment. "fuck me like one of your hoes you call girlfriends." that's all i needed to hear. my adrenaline was already pumping and my body felt like it was going to explode if i didn't do this right here right now. i grabbed Sara by the hips and pulled her as close to me as possible, attacking her lips as if my life depended on it. both of her hands were on my chest, as i picked her up she laced her legs around my hips and clung to my shirt, not breaking eye contact. i can tell her breathing is getting rigid and it's turning me on even more. i turn us around and walked to the mid sized couch. kissing her with every step. i sucked and bit on her neck, gently at first, until we reached the couch. i squeezed her ass and sat down on the couch, pushing her off. she stood up and looked confused. "strip for me" is all i said. a smirk worked onto her face as she started to take off her clothing piece by piece, god forsakenly slow. bitting her lower lip as she was now down to only her bra and panties, just where i needed her. i pushed myself onto the edge of the couch and unbuckled my belt. easing my pants down past my hips and exposing my dark colored boxers and the bulge that Sara felt one to many times on stage. i grabbed Sara by her hip and pulled her closer to me. i grabbed onto the bulge within my boxers and looked up at her, catching her eyes. she looked so needy. she cupped one of her breast in her hands and gently took hold of my face with the other. not breaking eye contact i took the hand that was on my face into mine and lightly pulled her down to her knees. she was in between my legs, one hand on my thigh and the other still in my hand. "i don't have lube s..." before i could finish my sentence she kissed me again. i felt her hand move into my boxers as she took hold of the feeldoe that was attached to me. the slightest movement of it made my clit go crazy, as if it wasn't doing so already. she pulled my boxers over it and started sucking it, not breaking eye contact at all. i knew i was a tom boy but damn i felt masculine, dominant, amazing. as she sucked on the appendage, i could feel her pushing the attached end in and out of me, releasing low moans from the both of us. i had my hand in her short hair, pushing her head down deeper onto the shaft. god i loved hearing her choke. she released my digit and i put a hand on her neck. squeezing at every low moan she let escape her. with my hand still on her throat, i took the other and pulled her up by her waist. i leaned into her again and laid a trail of kisses down her jaw and neck leading to her collar bone. working my way around her neck, i undid her bra clasp with one hand, letting it hit the floor. i started to fall back onto the couch, bringing her down with me. she was hovering above my waist, the shaft of the feeldoe still sticking out of my boxers and wet. we continued to make eye contact as i pulled her down onto the shaft. a shaky breath emanating from her. shocks of pure ecstasy ran through my spine at the sight of her on top of me. up and down she rode the toy, moaning and begging for me to fuck her harder. i kept her down, the shaft fully enclosed by her tight wet pussy. she leaned down, back arched so that our foreheads were touching. "Tegan please....faster i....i need to cum....please." a smirk spread across my face. i pulled the shaft out of her and rammed it back into her one more time. her head flung back in pleasure. i flipped us over so that i was on top and her ass was sticking up towards me, waiting to be punished. i put one hand on her back and leaned forward, letting the feeldoe slide across her hot lips. teasing her as i grabbed the old guitar strings that were sitting on the end table by the couch. i took both of her hands and tied them behind her back with the strings. now her face laid flush against the couch and her ass even more protruding in the air. i continued to tease her, running the head of the dildo up and down her slit until i rammed it into her again and again. my mound pounding against her nice smooth ass. i knew what Sara was into. the banters about S&M, BDSM, Spanking. god she was making this day too damn easy. i spanked her ass hard, leaving a red mark. i continuously did so as i leaned down over her. fully inside of her, i pushed in deeper until i pulled out, knowing she was on edge. i replaced the dildo with three fingers. mercilessly turning and pushing in her. i could feel her shaking underneath me, moaning my name. god it felt good. the dildo still soaking wet from her juices, i pushed the whole dildo into her ass. in and out as her breath hitched. i whispered in her ear still bent over her slim figure, "come on baby, cum for daddy." my voice still raspy and her moans and grunts getting weaker and more drawn out. still down by her face i kissed her cheek and jaw as my fingers work her pussy and dick hard in her ass. my other hand now squeezing and clawing her ass with my short nails. "i didn't hear a response..." i started to pull both my hand and dildo out. she whined in agony, her pussy dripping and her breaths heavy. "please..." her eyes were shut tight. my hand went under her chin and onto her neck, forcing her head up to look me in the eyes. "look at me when i'm fucking you." i kissed her hard but pulled away from her pleading lips before she could return it. "tegan... please... just make me cum..." "SAY IT" still forcing eye contact with her. "daddy!" and at that i shoved back into her. the dildo hitting her g spot and every other sensitive spot on the walls of her pounding pussy. her body convulsed as she road out her organisms. cum was flowing out. her eyes were clamped shut as her silent moans filed the air. she was bitting her lower lip and kneading her breast, ass still in the air. her eyes opened when i put my dripping fingers in her mouth, all three at the same time. as she licked them clean i shoved them deep down her throat making her gag. i let out a low moan and spanked her ass again because i knew she liked it. i leaned down behind her and licked her pussy clean. she moaned as i flicked her aching clit, leaving me with my own orgasm. i put my hand over her mouth and finished what i started. after being satisfied, i pushed the feeldoe back into my boxers and pulled my pants back up. i untied the guitar strings from around Sara's wrists and pulled her down onto my chest. she kissed me long and hard. i knew i did good. reaching over to my bag i pulled out lotion. the intention was for her wrists, but things escalated when she took my hands and rubbed them up and down her perky breasts. we kissed for what seemed like hours until we settled down and she laid on top me, head on my chest and falling asleep. i laid there drawing shapes on her smooth back, "best encore i've ever done."