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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 1 year ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write about the M6 having baby fever? It can be nsfw and or sfw, I don't really care! Thank you!

Hi, my fellow julianist-smutter! As before, I'll randomly pick the spicy level for each character and write them in whatever-my-mind-blurts-out-first-order. The adult themes will be on a properly flagged reblog!

Key: ◇Random/cute/funny stuff; ♡romanticism/physical affection/teasing; ♧light smut&fluff; ♤hic sunt DONGS, minors def nope out

~♡~

[F!reader]

Portia keeps getting home late without any reasonable explanation. When pressed she blurts ovious lies, so you start to grow suspicious, then jealous. One day it gets the best of you, and you decide to follow her...

...up until the magic shop?! Is she...? And Asra??? You hear them talking quietly, so you sneak in from the backdoor. Portia seems... distressed? Hopeful...? Asra is explaining something complex from a big, old book.

Days later you get that book with an excuse, and magic helps you find the page they were looking at. The spell seems very complicated. Some kind of ritual that involves two women, a man, some fresh rainwater and nine full moon cyc...

Oh.

Blood flushes to your face and somewhere else. You slam the book shut in embarrassment, and put it back. You're not sure about how to talk with Portia, for your hart is full of a warmth your words can't express.

You decide to let her be the one talking about it, when she'll feel ready.

~♡~

Nadia keeps pulling out pictures of when she was young, talking about all of her fondest childhood memories and how blessed is an home full of children.

She gets you to se Pepi's new litter, and you see her melt internally as she holds one of the tiniest fluffy balls.

One day you find her and Natiqua with Nadia's nephew. They've come to visit even though she went to see the newborn just few weeks ago. With an excuse, Natiqua hands you the little one, who grabs your hair and doesn't let go. The sisters laugh, whispering something in Pakran. God where's Julian when you need him.

One day she gifts you a beautiful calendar. It's gilded in gold and powered lapis, with beautiful illustrations of the two of you each month. Some days are marked. This time Julian's around, and bursts out laughing when he recognizes a fertility pattern.

Looks like you're gonna do this.

Lucio is super happy. He's always wanted to be the cool uncle.

Little does he know, Noddy has a comprehensive list of what games, tales and shenanigans will and won't be allowed.

~♧~

You and Lucio have a pregnancy scare. He panics, cries that he's too cool and young to be a dad (he's not, he's 40). Disappears hunting in the woods for a week.

He must have met his mother, because when he comes back at the Palace his left cheek is red and swollen.

Thank the gods it was just a scare.

The days after, Lucio starts to act weird. You caught him staring at you with a dumb dreamy smile.

He tells you he bought new animals from the red market. You're expecting crocpdiles, but fing wourself surrounded by hundreds of the cutest ducklings you've ever saw.

Mercedes, Melchior and Pepi are -burp- very happy of this.

You spend two days consoling Lucio.

Then he brings home ten "kittens".

They're tiger cubs.

Mercedes and Melchior happy.

Pepi very not happy.

Nadia and Portia extremely not happy.

When he arrives with a baby dolphin to substitute the vampire eels, Nadia snaps and tell him to go make a baby already if he so wants small things around him

That evening, you enter your room to find him laying on your bed, rose petals all around you, magical windchimes dangling over the bed.

"It MUST BE a great idea, Noddy had it!"

~♧~

Asra is the one who doesn't realize he has baby fever. Everyone else knows he has it, everyone is lowkey laughing about it, but god fkrbjd someone makes him notice.

You are now subscribed to detailed reports of Asra's paternity dreams. He goes on and on describing the beautiful white haired baby he dreamt, they were sleeping on his chest, with a cute pijama with small red foxes embroided on it. Each day he adds new details.

Every morning you wake up to a different, exotic breakfast in bed. "I figure you wanted chestnuts with spiderhoney" "I got you yak salty milk with spices!" "Hey, I brought you the deer horn flour sourdough you asked me for... what do you mean you didn't asked me for it? I deamed you were craving it?! Again?"

He's also all over you, night and day. If it was for him, you'd never leave the magic shop.

He takes every chance he gets to hug your belly. Now you're both used to him falling dead asleep there after going down on you. Sometimes he gives tiny kisses on your belly as he sleeps, and you smile while passing your fingers through his hair.

When you finally confronts him about it, he blushes violently and denies everything.

"So, if I told you you can take me now and do as you please, hre on the shop's counter without even locking the door, you wouldn't do it?"

He does it.

~♢~

Julian has worked with quite a number of babies, lately. Thanks to Nadia, now people eat better and are healthier, so they enjoy their life -and Vesuvia's nightlife- way more. This lead to a massive wedding season, and for the first time in his life the women and men who send for Julian night and day aren't lovers (or scorned spouses), but anxious parents of chubby newborns.

It's a lot of work, but for the first time in forever he's strangely not complaining about it. The doctor sleeps very little, but has a constant dumb grin. He is also very confused.

Tired like, he told Asra to "Open wide the mouth, vessel's coming!" while going in with a tongue depressor to take a look at his sore throat. Mouth free, Asra winked. "As big as I remember you Jules, maybe vessel IS an exaggeration"

Julian's house is now full on tiny gifts from the babies (and their parents): handprints on canvas, first drawings (he SWEARS that black spot behind red scribbles is his eye-patch), even a little elephant doll a two year old was adamant about giving him. "I'll put it aside for when he'll want it back, I'm positive it will happen"). You could SWEAR though, that there's a note of horror in his voice when he says so.

As usual, the nsfw ones will be in THIS reblog :)

#the arcana #the arcana game #asra the magician #the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #the arcana portia #the arcana baby fever #arcana m6 baby fever #portia devorak #portia the arcana #lucio morgasson #lucio the arcana #julian devorak #julian the arcana #baby fever

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catgumi · 9 months ago

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Megumi found him, passed out in a meadow. Pollen stuck in tufts of pinkish blonde and the sun shining down in swathes across his face, catching on scars, kissing into indents of scabbed skin. Yuuji had never looked more beautiful to him, at peace for once; no subtle tilt to his brow, no absence in his eye, nothing able to eat him from the inside out when his mind was gone, drifting to sleep. Dandelions and daffodils, framing his body in a golden silhouette that was half-removed from the corruption of Jujutsu society. A slumber in which none of the burdens of the world weighed him down, and if it were up to Megumi, he'd never wake Yuuji up again if it weren't for the fact that he would miss his warmth, his smile, his light.

Brushing petals from his lips, feeling every nerve unnumb from his fingertips to the nape of his neck — just a bit of Yuuji was all it took for Megumi to become aware of his own heart, and how it drummed in his chest to the beat of Yuuji's breaths. Dewy grass soaking into the fibres of his shirt, mud and dirt, the smell of a storm coming, but Megumi laid his head next to Yuuji's and met him once again, in a dream of better days.

(saw your reblog of that one ask i sent, you're so sweet😭 sorry i haven't been here for a bit, been vv busy, but hoping you like this little thing that i cooked up in my absence🥺 hope you've been well!!)

tgis is so sweet omg😭😭 obligatory ur writing style is so pretty n poetic,.,, ughgh ur so talented 💔💔

thjs is so refreshing considering what u did 2 seem b4 actually,,. if u turn this into a whole fic pl. pls link it im snivelling and grovelling

n dont worry ab being consistent w the asks!! i love seeing them tho,, hope uve been well as well 🫶

#gumi . answers #im gna start naming tgis anon . you'll have a tag dedicated to u or smth #jjk #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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taciturned-loqua · 2 years ago

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The Aftermath

Angst w/out comfort

Summary: After the events* of the murder cases, aristocrat Lovecraft Lee isolates himself and descends into a state of misery. Mainly written for the members of Astronetwrk who participated in the game, not an (x reader) but still, feel free to read! (*Events: see POST)

Warnings: Mentions murder cases, disappearance, mentions Lovecraft having nightmares, Caly x Childe, Lovecraft is sick, mentions blood once, potential spoilers for the plot of the game maybe???. If I miss any please tell me and I’ll add it on.

Word Count: 586

Notes: I hated this. Think I didn’t do well writing it but eh, still. THANK YOU MODS SO MUCH AS WELL AS PARTICIPANTS.

Please consider a reblog in addition to a like! I would really appreciate it <33

3 half-drunken cups of tea. Pieces of paper stacked onto each other, filled to the brim and overflowing with intricate words. The soft dessert he would’ve preferred if less sweet, but still 2 bites away from being finished. 1 lone figure, staring with disbelief into the now empty table they had tea and shared jokes at. Yet another wave of loss. How unfortunate.

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A good night’s sleep was rarely achieved, and when it was, only through the help of Baizhu’s herbal medication. Even then, it wasn’t uncommon to wake up in cold sweat, a sign of the nightmares he had forgotten (or were they memories of the horror?). Sickly grey skin, thinned down hair and a pinched smile he only wears when retrieving things from his door.

After the traumatic events — the sudden passing of his husband, the death and disappearance of the detectives who acted as a source of comfort for him — Lovecraft couldn’t bear the haunting voices whenever he saw the now empty table or the previously blood-stained living room. He was all alone, now. Everyone who was once close to him was taken away, other aristocrats shamelessly whispering behind his back and his good-for-nothing parents only helped for the public image. All alone, and the sole person who’s alive amongst this mess played a part in his loss. How could she? How dare she? They were so close to him, and he cared for them both so dearly. They were one of the first to talk to him without having to remind him about his late husband. Lovecraft couldn’t do it anymore, everywhere he went and everything he did seemed to become pointless.

Now, instead of the sun-bathed streets, aromatic breakfasts from across the house and Percival sleeping by his side the aristocrat would wake up to, it was a dark and hollow room, always cold and stiff. The only scent that would be present was the smell of dewy grass when the window was unlocked, exposing a disconnected environment from society. It was a routine for him to stare at the polearm hung on the wall, across from where he sits for simple meals such as a cup of coffee (he no longer wanted to touch tea) and sometimes a piece of deep-fried dough sent to him by the detectives…the same ones who were once colleagues with Loqua and Snob, the same ones who tried to discover the story, to unravel the mysteries. Truly a shame that their tea-times were no longer.

Golden sunlight suited Liyue well, as if always engulfing the nation with wealth and prosperity, yet there will forever be places where the sun cannot enter.

“Calypso! My dear, finished observing the one who used to pride himself as an aristocrat?”

“Today’s the last day. We’ve made sure that his parents’ money funded towards the Feiyun Commerce Guild will be spent on our lawyers without having to worry about the Lee potentially ruining our plan. He’s a lost cause now.”

Obligatory tags: @i23kazu, @snobwaffles, @yzeniko, @cherry-colored-petals

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#astronetwrk #♘ A Noblewoman's Portrait #genshin impact #genshin #murder mystery #angst

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Wedding Night [Javier Peña x f!Reader] SMUT

Summary: You and Javier Peña are newlyweds, and a lot has changed since you first met the agent. You never believed he was the type to settle down and get married, but even on your wedding night you find yourself learning new things about his wants and desires.

Requested by: @kiwi-the-first who wanted Javi + wedding night, and the nonnie who asked for Javi with a breeding kink! I hope this is okay. Xx

Warnings: unprotected p in v, oral (m and f receiving), foreplay, teasing, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation if you squint, soft Javi (can you believe?), pregnancy mention, brief mention of food and alcohol.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3000>

Masterlist ** reblogs appreciated! Link to Ko-Fi in bio if you want to support my writing!

“Never in a million years did I think you out of all people would finally settle down,” you joked as you limped into your hotel room, holding your wedding dress up so you wouldn’t trip, the silk material bunched up in your hands. “Let alone with me!”

Javier chuckled lightly and tugged on his bow tie, letting it fall loose against his shirt. You slumped down on the king sized bed which had been generously dosed in red rose petals, as well as a bottle of the finest, fizziest champagne and a box of chocolate truffles were leaning by the pillow.

You struggled to lean over to untie your heels, the skirt of your dress doing it’s best to get in your way, and you groaned in frustration. You had learned over the years to be fine in heels, having to wear them for work every day at the embassy, but you didn’t think you’d ever be able to get used to dancing all night in three inch heels and having them not hurt.

“You need help, sweet girl?” Javier asked, quirking an eyebrow. You pouted innocently and fluttered your doe-like eyes in response. Javier got down on one knee, which was ironic for your wedding night, and helped take off your shoes.

Your husband stood up, shuffled out of his tuxedo jacket and threw it haphazardly over the chair in typical ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ Javier Peña fashion. You couldn’t help roll your eyes, but admire him nonetheless. “I didn’t think I could marry either… not after-” Javier paused hesitantly.

“It’s okay.” you reassured, urging him to continue.

“-Not after Lorraine.” he sighed at the memory of leaving his ex-fiancée at the altar. Even though she was now happily married with two kids, it was still strange seeing her at the ceremony. Javier managed to brush it off as nerves, because the second he saw you walk down the aisle in your stunning wedding dress, the diamonds in your ears sparkling like starlight and the way your hair had been perfectly styled, he knew he had no reason to worry anymore. For once, everything felt right. Javier had finally found love.

You tilted your head and offered him a smile, extending your arms and making grabby fists, urging him to come over. He squatted down slightly and you placed your hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and tracing his skin delicately with your thumb. Javier found himself subconsciously leaning into your touch, and he closed his eyes.

“I love you Javi Peña.” you grinned sheepishly, pressing a chaste kiss on his nose. Javier’s eyes shot open and he tilted his head curiously.

“I love you too,” he confessed. “But is that any way to kiss your husband?” His lips curved into an all too familiar smug smirk that you had seen plenty of times before.

You giggled as he rose to his feet and his large, calloused hands dropped down to your waist. He pushed you into the bed, enveloping you in the pristine white sheets and maneuvered his body on top of yours. Or at least he made an attempt. “Javi!” you giggled as he tried to push himself on top of you, but struggled with your dress getting in the way. He huffed in annoyance, trying to change position just so he could give you a real kiss, but it was no use.

“Baby… this dress.” he raised his eyebrows as he raked in the length of your body. “I love it but…”

“Help me out of it already!” you swatted his bicep playfully and he grinned excitedly.

Javier took your hand and with one strong, swift motion, he pulled you up so you were standing. Completely man-handling you, he turned you around so you were facing the mirror and he was behind you. When he found the zipper to your dress, he pressed a soft kiss into the crook of your neck. You whimpered wantonly but couldn’t rid yourself of the smile that was plastered across your face. Javier’s dark, lust blown eyes looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“Look how beautiful you are, mi amor,” Javi mumbled before pressing another kiss into your neck. And then one against your jaw. His gaze, however, didn’t leave your reflection once, and you felt yourself become putty in his grip. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

He carefully pulled the zipper down until it stopped at the dip in your back, and pulled the sleeves and bodice down. He took his time though, making sure to relish every inch of your skin the second it was revealed to him. His gentle touches made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you slowly but surely began to feel your panties dampen with arousal.

You took over eventually, the desperation to kiss him fuelling you even more. You pulled down your dress completely so it was pooling at your ankles and stepped out of it. Javier’s jaw hung open at the sight of you in your white lace lingerie. The balcony bra left little to the imagination (despite it being nothing he had never seen before), but the silk ribbons and little net details were enough to make his hardening cock twitch in his tailored suit pants.

“Shit baby,” he whispered, unable to keep his hands to himself and immediately placing them on your breasts. He pulled one of your breasts out of the cup and gave it a few experimental squeezes.Your heart began to pick up pace as his rough fingers massaged the soft flesh, his thumb occasionally grazing the bud of your nipple. “You’re amazing.”

You brought your hands to your back and unclasped your bra, pulling it off your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground alongside your shoes and dress. Now, you were standing before Javier in just your panties, while he was still fully clothed. “Kiss me Javi.” you pleaded breathlessly, and within seconds, Javier leaned in and broke any distance between you.

His breath warm fanned over your mouth and you couldn’t help but shudder. “All mine.” he announced, his voice having dropped an octave.

“Yours,” you affirmed before his lips suddenly clashed against yours. The kiss was fiery and it burned a deep desire within your core. It was hungry, heated, and Javier’s movements were just as skillful as always although this time he was being more passionate than you’d ever accounted for. As he pulled away for breath you gasped, and he nudged the curve of his nose against yours and kissed you again. He was sensual and as his tongue swept along your lower lip grabbed onto his collar and pulled him on to the bed. “Strip.” you demanded, shuffling backwards against the headboard and spreading your legs.

Javier’s cock jumped at the sight of you, all open for him. You played with your breasts as you waited for him to undress, but his eyes were too busy fixated on the dark wet patch that had made an appearance on your panties. He grumbled something incoherent and you furrowed your eyebrows together. “Javiiii.” you cried out longingly and he quickly nodded, cursing himself for getting so distracted by your beauty.

He started with his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants, and then unbuttoned his white shirt. As he pulled it off, you revelled at the sight of his tan chest and broad shoulders. You pursed your lips, pressing them together into a fine line as you saw the way his biceps flexed with every movement. You gasped as he pulled down his pants and his erection sprung free.

“Javier,” you tsked playfully, shaking your head. “No underwear on your wedding day?”

“I never wear underwear.” he muttered, his tone serious as his fingers curled around his strained manhood. He began pumping up and down his length, sweeping his precum away from the tip that had leaked out when you’d opened yourself up for him.

“Well I know that,” you laughed, changing position and getting onto your knees. You crawled back to the edge of the bed and gently removed his hands from his cock. “Let me help you with that baby. You have a wife now. Let me help you.”

With one hand, you cradled his balls and with the other, you made a fist around his cock. Javier’s eyes fluttered shut immediately and you leaned into him, giving him a small and teasing kitten lick on the tip of his cock. “Ah- fuck.” he whimpered, thrusting his hips into your mouth. You parted your lips realising he wanted more and took the sensitive head in your mouth, sucking on it longingly. He moaned your name and you relished the way it rolled off his tongue so perfectly. You pulled off him for breath and spat the mixture of precum and saliva back onto his cock and rubbed it into his length. Before he could say anything else, or make a snarky comment, you reattached your lips and pushed him further down your throat, taking him as far as you could possibly go. The second you were gagging on him, and he saw tears prick your pretty eyes, he knew he was only moments away from reaching his climax. You felt his balls tighten in your hands and you smiled around him.

“G-gonna cum baby.” he choked, tossing his head back. You hummed knowingly around his length and pulled off him with a loud pop. He was a heaving panting mess when you pulled off him, and he craved a release. His slight disappointment for not letting him finish was completely diminished when he remembered what would come next.

He kissed your lips softly, signifying his gratitude, before pushing you back down into the bed. His large hands glided down your stomach and to the apex of your thighs before he spread you open. His finger gently traced your cunt which was hidden between the thin, soaked material of your silk panties.

“You're already so wet for me.” he beamed proudly, knowing that he could get you aroused like this from just the barest of touches. He tugged on the hem of your panties and you lifted your ass up for him, so he could pull them down your legs and off you. Rather than throwing them to one side, he kept them on the bed, and delved in.

He started off slow, teasing you just like you had to him. He licked a delicate stripe between your folds, getting lost in the taste that he had always savoured so much. You looked down at his head which was placed in between your legs and moaned in delight. His dark eyelashes flamed his closed eyes perfectly and obscene wet noises filled the room. Usually you'd feel a little embarrassed by the noises coming from his mouth and your lips— but this time you were far too lost in the moment.

“Oh Javi.” you whimpered wantonly as he increased the speed of his tongue. He was faster now, and it was less sloppy and more precise. Once he was satisfied that you were wet enough, he drew one of his thick fingers to your entrance and pushed it in. You gasped at the welcome intrusion and felt your walls clench around him immediately. “Oh please, Javi. Javi. Javi.” you said his name like it was the most sacred prayer.

Even though he was now fingering you, his lips hadn't left your dripping wet cunt once. He was completely and utterly drunk in love.

“So sweet,” he cooed before inserting another finger. “Got to stretch you open baby. You know that. Gotta stretch your tight little pussy if you want my cock inside of you.” You moaned and arched your back as desire overtook your body. “What was that hermosa?” Javier asked. “You do want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted as he scissored his fingers and kept lapping at your clit. “Please Javi. Please. I want your cock.”

“I know you do, because you’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you? My wife, desperate for my cock.” He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling up and removing his fingers.

He brought them to your mouth and gave you an all too familiar look. You knew what he wanted from you, and you obliged, wrapping your lips around the digits and sucking your arousal from them. Just seeing you with his fingers in his mouth was enough to make his cock begin to weep again. Once he was satisfied that you'd sucked his fingers clean, he began to look around. He looked over to the nightstand, and then the dresser, and then at the suitcases and bags in the corner of the hotel room. You quirked a curious eyebrow.

"I uh- I forgot condoms," Javier confessed sheepishly, his cheeks turning a rosy pink. "Did you pack any?"

"No," you bit your lip and raised your hands to his face. You ran your fingers through his chocolate coloured hair, tugging on the tips of it— just the way you knew he liked so much. "But it's okay Javi."

"You- you don't mind me fucking you without protection?" he asked. “We’ve never done it completely unprotected before-”

“Javi,” you smiled and nodded your head. “We're married now. But only if you want to of course.”

“Shit hermosa, listen. I’ve wanted to put a baby inside of you since I saw you holding my nephew at my aunt’s birthday. Remember? Back in Texas?” Javi revealed and you felt your eyes go comically wide.

“Really?” you said almost breathlessly. Javier knew how much you wanted a family and children of your own, but it was something he never mentioned or talked about, so you figured it just wasn’t on the cards.

“Yes. And when we’re at Steve and Con’s and I see you play with Olivia… please. It really gets me going.” Javier confessed, and your maternal instincts immediately kicked in.

“You really think we’re ready to have a baby?” you whispered, your eyes glazed. Javier wiped a happy tear away from you.

“Yes I do. We’ve already been through hell and back as a couple. You and I, together… we’re undefeatable. And now we’re married. I want this mi amor, do you?” he quizzed, kissing along your jaw and down your neck.

“I do,” you sighed longingly. Javier kissed your chest and then down the valley of your breasts until he got to your tummy. “I want a nice house with you in the suburbs... maybe even in Texas so we can be close to your dad. White picket fence… and a dog.” you giggled excitedly and Javier chuckled, loving how you'd already thought and considered all the details.

“Once upon a time, that would’ve scared me,” Javier revealed. “But now I can’t think of anything I want more.”

You smiled and tugged on his hair one final time before he crashed his lips back onto yours. You moaned into his mouth and Javier shimmied his body back into a suitable position in between your legs.

He pressed his cock against your folds and began to rub the tip along your entrance. “Javi please.” you murmured, holding him by his broad shoulders and digging your fingernails into his skin.

He wasn't able to tease you anymore, he just had to be inside of you. In one swift motion, Javier thrust his entire thick length into your hole and you scrunched your face up as pleasure overwhelmed you. You loved the way you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he gained a steady rhythm, pounding himself inside of you. He closed his eyes too as your tight walls squeezed his cock with every thrust. He swore that everytime he fucked you, you felt better and better.

He had you pinned down to the sheets and his usual rough nature took over. You wrapped your legs around him and arched your back. “Oh god Javi, oh god yes— right there.” you cried out as he hit that sweet stop inside of you.

He leaned in, his chest pressed against yours and his mustache tickled the side of your face as he whispered words of praise into your ear, proud of how well you were taking him.

“Good girl. Gonna- gonna cum. Gonna fuck a baby into you.” he said breathlessly.

He knew his dirty talk was the way to spur you over the edge. Your cunt clenched around him like a vice as he fucked you into your high. You were practically screaming his name and warm tears were spilling from your eyes as he finished up. His grunts and groans filled the hotel room as he eventually spilled his seed inside of you, just a few sloppy thrusts after you'd come.

“Oh Javi,” you moaned as he slipped out of you and rolled over. He grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed and pushed it under your ass. “What are you doing?” you laughed as he propped you up.

“Need to make sure none of it spills out.” he muttered as he adjusted the pillow. You couldn't escape the grin on your face. Your husband was so adorable and tentative with everything he did.

“This is a big deal.” you said after Javi cleaned you up. He crawled into bed next to you and pulled you into his chest, always loving to be the big spoon. There was a point, long ago, when Javi was completely against cuddling— but times had changed since then.

“You’re right. A new chapter. How do you feel?” he asked softly, kissing your shoulder blade before leaning over and looking into your eyes.

“A little nervous, but mostly excited.” you smiled and he squeezed your hand comfortingly.

“I love you so much princess, and I can’t wait to see what’s next for us.” he grinned sheepishly before pressing one final kiss into your plush lips.

“Goodnight Javi.” you yawned, curling up into his embrace.

“Goodnight my love.”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years ago

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Five Fics Friday: April 10/20

SPECIAL EASTER WEEKEND EDITION: FIFTY FICS FRIDAY

Hey, everyone!!

Well, I asked on my Twitter and here if y’all wanted to see a special edition 5FF for the Long Weekend since we’re all stuck inside (and some of you stuck with family I’m sure you’d like to avoid or are just tired of seeing), and it was a unanimous YES, because who doesn’t love to curl up all weekend with a good book or fanfic??

So here we are: Fifty fics either pulled out of my ass, recently read, recently bookmarked, or recently Marked for Later! Each section has a count so you know how many are in that section (and it’s for myself when I go to double check the count, LOL). I hope you guys enjoy these!! <3 Love you all, and happy reading :)

As always, read-more will appear on the third reblog. Sorry mobile, please don’t hate me :(

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A Beginner's Guide to Apiology. by VictoryCandescence (M, 10,952 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement AU || Friendship, Love, Bees & Beekeeping, Old Age, Dreamy Sexytimes, Angst, Soulmates, Grumpy Sherlock, Magical Realism) – John and Sherlock meet for the first time as old men in Sussex. (to read)

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds (“WINNER” fic)

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w., 10 Ch. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock's five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

Crimson Hymns by brilliantlyburning (E, 48,982 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S3/TAB, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction, Unhealthy Coping Methods, Demisexual Sherlock, Boxing, Pining, Sensory Processing Issues, Drug Use, First Kiss / Time, BDSM, Mary is Not Good, Parentlock, Proposal, Happy Ending, Beekeeping, Violence, References to Addiction, Poetry) – He laid his head over John’s heart, eyes level with his silver-rough scar, and listened to the crimson hymns beating beneath the surface. He imagined flowers blooming in his own chest: veins weaving intricate patterns on petals of thin muscle engorged with blood, sinew for stems and tendons for roots—the flowers would be poppies, maybe (addictive) or foxglove (deadly yet useful)—twining gleaming blood-red around the porcelain bone of his ribs. In his mind’s eye the gruesome bouquet all tied together on the left side of his chest, the stems bound together in heartstrings and the flowers fed by the rhythmic contraction of ventricles. It’s yours, he imagined saying to John—from the vena cava to the mitral valve to the arteries it is yours.— Or, the Love Song of W. Sherlock S. Holmes. (to read)

RECENT RE-READS (5)

Five Times John Watson Remained Oblivious (K+, 1,154 w., 1 Ch. || Five and Ones, Romance, Friendship, Asexual Sherlock, Queerplatonic Relationship) – ...And one time he didn't. asexual!Sherlock/John.

Linger by orphan_account (E, 4,879 w., 1 Ch. || Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Switchlock, Sherlock in Lingerie, Come Play, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal/Oral, Implied Shower Sex, Neck Kissing) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour, Three Garridebs) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

NEW MFL’s THIS WEEK (11)

Guardian and Assistant by I_Have_No_Clue (M, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Blow Jobs, PWP, Alpha Sherlock/Omega John, Mentions of Heat) – In this A/O world, ever Alpha, Beta, and Omega have a Type to them that describes the traits they have. John tries to figure out Sherlock's. Part 1 of the Types series

Bonneville Black by HollyShadow88 (E, 3,362 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Motorcycles, Motorcycle Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex) – John discovers that Sherlock has a motorbike. He also discovers that he finds Sherlock on a motorbike to be unreasonably attractive.

Code 221b by whitchry9 (T, 6,528 w., 11 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant, Medical, Paramedics, Hurt/Comfort, Outsider POV) – Sherlock Holmes is well known to the paramedics of London. So when John Watson comes into the picture, it seems like a fantastic solution. Someone would take care of Sherlock and prevent all those problems. Of course, they didn't think about what would happen if John was hurt. (They really should have.) Part 1 of the The Patron Saint of Idiots series

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Sex Shop Quartet Series by testosterone_tea (E, 28,180+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || First Kiss/Time, POV John, Sex Toys, Sex Talk, Anal Play, Anal Beads, Anal Fingering, Awkward Sexual Situations, Rimming, Inexperienced Sherlock, Oral Sex, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, PWP, Bondage, Handcuffs, Praise Kink, BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Edgeplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Ice / Wax Play, Blindfolds, Emotional Love Making, Teabagging, Riding Crops, Impact Play, Intercrural Sex, Roleplay, Spanking, Collars) – Sherlock goes undercover at a sex shop but finds he has no idea what any of the toys are for. Cue John Watson, awkward sexual conversations and some unfortunate incidents involving too much plug and not enough lube. But all's well that ends well and Sherlock gets the best happy ending of all.

Roll Away Your Stone by foxxcub (E, 39,463 w., 1 Ch. || Downey Holmes || Boarding School AU) – Seventeen-year-old John Watson is set to finish his final year of school with a flourish, until the headmaster assigns John as a "tutor" to an arrogant, yet brilliant new student named Sherlock Holmes. Holmes is not about to be put in his place by this popular rugby football player with the too-blue eyes, and John isn't going to let this impulsive fifteen-year-old get away with anything. Neither expects to become friends, but a series of unexpected events and a possible murder mystery bring them closer together than either of them thought possible.

I Believe in Sherlock Holmes by Ranowa (T, 63,038 w., 10 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Hurt Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Homeless Network, Alcohol Abuse, No Mary, Bit-Not-Good/Angry John, Protective Mycroft, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Major Character Injury, Recovery, Forgiveness, Sherlock’s a Mess) – John's been angry at Sherlock since the day he turned up wearing a fake mustache and a tuxedo. He's still angry, even as he moves back into 221B, and he never hesitates to let Sherlock know it.One day, Sherlock stops saying sorry, and walks out instead.One day, Sherlock wakes up handcuffed in the boot of a car, and John doesn't know, because John's been angry at him for so long he's forgotten that he's not the only one that's hurting.

I'm coming home, John. -SH Series by Ranowa (M, 67,247 w. across 3 works || Post-TRF, Angry John, Idiots in Love, No Mary, Drug Use/Substance Abuse, Emotional Rollercoaster, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, PTSD Sherlock, Recovery, Sherlock’s Violin, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Asexual Sherlock) – In the two years after Sherlock throws himself off the roof of St. Bart's, crunches into the pavement below, and dies in John's arms, John starts texting.He doesn't know that his text messages are being read.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 (E, 69,042 w., 14 Ch. || Teen/Unilock || Forced to Share a Bed, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Relationship, Sherlock is a Prick, Drinking, Inadvertent Drug Use, Family Wedding, Footballer John / Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Frottage, Slow Burn, Mild Dub Con, Cuddling While Sleeping, Slight Homophobia, Posh Boy, Dirty Dancing, Endearments, Nosy FAmily, Bathing Together, Mild Angst, UST/RST, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff) – John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Scheherezade by sgam76 (G, 197,576 w., 45 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF/Pre-TSo3, PTSD Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Humour, Protective John, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, BAMF John, BAMF Sherlock, Aftermath of Serbia, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Memories, Drunk Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Suicidal Thoughts / Attempt) – Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all's right with the world--right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock's time away wasn't the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that's bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it's not going away. Part 1 of the Scheherezade 'verse series

POSTED THIS YEAR [WiP’s & Full] (19)

A Bowl of Comfort (Store-Bought is Fine) by tepidspongebath (T, 763 w., 1 Ch. || Food, Comfort, Domesticity, Fluff) – “When did you last eat?” “What day is it?” “Oh, for god’s sake - you can’t keep skipping meals like this, Sherlock.” “It’s Lent.” “And since when do you care about Lent?” “Since you get chocolate eggs at Easter.” (to read)

End of the Curve by doctor_not_your_girlfriend (T, 833 w., 1 Ch. || COVID-19, One Shot, Medical Realism, Major Illness, Recovery, Optimism, Disability, Needles) – July, 2021. Mycroft has a special delivery for Sherlock. Inspired by Proving A Point by elldotsee, J_Baillier. (to read)

Love Is A Smoke by J_Baillier (T, 3,617 w., 4 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Pining, Romance, MCD) – It's spring in 2036. John and Sherlock are no longer together. Sherlock attempts to cope — or doesn't. (to read)

A Study in Beard by Loveismyrevolution (T, 3,810 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff and Humour, Experiments, Beards, Idiots in Love, Quarantine) – Sherlock has to face the consequences of using up all of their shaving foam. Which turns out to be more fun than expected. Boys being boys, nothing can go without a challenge. Although, being isolated presents a problem. How will they determine the winner? Part 2 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series (to read)

Isolated by CarmillaCarmine (G, 3,926, 3/4 Ch. || WiP || Quarantine From Virus, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Bi-Panic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Coming Out, Bathing/Washing, Bubble Bath, Kissing) – Due to an ongoing pandemic, John and Sherlock find themselves isolated at 221B. (to read)

Sherlock's Solution by PipMer (T, 4,125 w., 1 Ch, || Fluff, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Isolation/Quarantine, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss) – Sherlock and John are stuck in quarantine. Against all expectations, John is the one who goes stir-crazy first. Sherlock has a unique solution to the problem. (to read)

The Unexpected Threat by J_Baillier (T, 4,283 w., 1 Ch. || Military AU / Pacific Rim Fusion || Established Relationship, Medical Conditions, Coronaviruses, Doctor John, Bratty Sherlock, Romance, Science Fiction, Futuristic Medicine, Ghost Drifting AKA Telepathy, Medical Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Healing) – The kaiju are not the only threat to the security and well-being of the staff of PPDC's Chard's Rift base. It's the year 2050, and a coronavirus epidemic sweeping the planet has reached The Azores. Part 4 of the At The Edge of Our Hope (to read)

Quarantine by wendymarlowe (T, 6,444+ w., 20/? Ch. || WiP || COVID-19, Forced Isolation / Quarantine, John’s Blog, Humour) – John and Sherlock are stuck at 221B together due to coronavirus concerns. Sherlock slowly drives John barmy. (to read)

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Attentions, Experiments, Oddnesses by hubblegleeflower (E, 6,383 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Experiments, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Kissing, First Time) – John is behaving oddly, and Sherlock hopes it means what he thinks it means, but he has several theories and could well be missing some of the facts. (to read)

Casualty by Silvergirl (E, 12,051 w., 4 Ch. || Canon Compliant Until T6T, Mary’s Dead, Trauma/Comfort, John’s a Good Friend, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Learns Teamwork, Parentlock) – Sherlock renders assistance at a hit-and-run and is left deeply shocked. When the accident turns into a case, John moves back in to 221b to help—and finds that Sherlock has way oversold his image as an emotionless thinking machine. (to read)

The Night Riviera from Paddington to Penzance and Back Again by Iwantthatcoat (M, 12,918 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF John, Devil's Foot Adaptation, Hallucinations, Oral Sex) – Mrs Hudson has decided her boys need a little vacation together (after the events of S4) away from London and has booked them an inordinately (per Sherlock) long train ride from Paddington Station to Penzance. (to read)

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo. (to read)

Contrition by sussexbound (E, 18,556+ w., 5/? Ch. || WiP || Post-S4/TFP Didn’t Happen, Rosie Doesn’t Exist, T6T/TLD is Canon, Year After TLD, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Sherlock / Sub John, Punishment, Light Bondage, Light Masochism / No Sadism, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Tenderness, Aftercare, Forgiveness, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Frottage, Communication, Sexual Negotiation, Sexual Tension, Spanking, Head Injury, Anal Sex) – “You’ve been tense ever since we got back, itching for a fight, all your usual tells, but why…?” The truth strikes like lightning. “Oh… Oh! You’re not angry at me. Not this time. Well—maybe a little. But mostly, mostly you’re angry at yourself. Why? For falling behind? For not being there in time. For not taking Wilkes down fast enough?” Sherlock waves a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t really matter.” He lifts a finger to his swollen cheek and cut eyebrow. “You blame yourself for this. And you offered to fix it. But I wouldn’t let you, and… But that’s not what you really want, anyway, is it?” John looks stunned, a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry, frozen, waiting for the lethal strike. “You don’t want me to let you help. At least not right away. No. What you want, what you really want is—punishment.” (to read)

Feeling Seen by jadztone (E, 30,177 w., 9 Ch. || Ballet!Sherlock / Rugby!John, Demisexuality, Virgin John, Experienced Sherlock, Toplock, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Background Molly/Irene & Greg/Sally) – Rugby player John is starting over at a new university, with the help of friends Molly and Bill. Few people know that John is demisexual, but ballet dancer Sherlock Holmes deduces right away that he has no interest in sex unless he’s fallen in love. John finds this strange genius intriguing and would like to get to know him, but Sherlock has a self-cultivated reputation for only wanting casual sex. John has reason to believe that’s not really true, but he’s not sure he wants to risk his twice-fractured heart to find out. (to read)

Sanguineous Serendipity by CarmillaCarmine (E, 34,783 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Alternate First Meeting, Turning a Character, Vampire Sherlock, Captain John, POV John, Feeding, Blood Drinking, Crossdressing Sherlock, Genderfluid Character, Sherlock in Heels, Transphobic Behaviour, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Soulmates, Romance, Happy Ending) – Vampire Sherlock meets a dying John in a field hospital in Afghanistan and gives him a whole new life. (to read)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Next Right: Welcome to Westbound Rest Area 818 by elwinglyre (E, 59,874+ w., 13/15 Ch. || WiP || American Unilock AU || Bunk Beds, Anonymous Sex, Homophobia, Closeted John, Roommates, Angst with Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Music, Rape/Non-Con, Hurt John, BAMF John) – Sherlock Holmes dreams of escape from his smothering family and space to breathe. Studying chemistry at the University of Michigan, he's almost far enough away to fill his lungs. Almost. While John Watson dreams of being a doctor, he also dreams of being with another man. John knows that with hard work and study, he can make the first a reality, but he's certain the second can never be. Until a secret encounter in the dark at Rest Area 818 changes everything. When Sherlock meets his new roommate, John Watson, he sees a man in the closet. Sherlock hides from no one. Except from his own family, a detective inspector who wants his evidence returned, and his secret encounter at Rest Area 818. Thank you to recently folded who lovingly beta’d chapters 1-5 and helped with an important plot point that deeply enriches this story. Also thank you to hotshoeagain for beta'ing the rest of the story.Setting late 1970s, Michigan, USA. POV third person alternates between John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. (to read)

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

ANYTHING GOES – JOHNLOCK (5)

Talk by illwick (E, 6,364 w., 1 Ch. || Dirty Talk, John’s Giant Junk, PWP, Light BDSM, Size Kink, Oral / Anal, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Established Rel.) – Sherlock was never much for dirty talk... until an unexpected visit yields unexpected results. Part 20 of Unwind

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV/S3 Fix It Fic, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

The Homecoming Series by sussexbound (M, 51,744 w. across 12 stories, WIP || Domestics, PTSD, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Jealousy, Family Issues) – Sometimes home is all you need. After three years of horror, betrayals, and crushing loss, John and Sherlock find their way back home to one another, and together find new footing in a world that has changed forever.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Case Fic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

ANYTHING GOES – INEFFABLE HUSBANDS (5)

All Roads Lead To You by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel (T, 2,549 w., 2 Ch.|| Pining Crowley, Oblivious Aziraphale, Love Confessions, Feelings, Resolved Romantic Tension, Rescuing, Happy Ending, Snake Crowley, Magic Bracelets, POV Aziraphale) – It had taken Aziraphale quite some time to find the presence he had been looking for, but here he was, in the Reptile House of the London Zoo. As an angel, Aziraphale shouldn’t have been finding amusement in the discomfort of another, but he couldn’t help but do so as he was glared at by a very familiar snake. “Oh my dear,” Aziraphale murmured, “how ever did you end up in this situation?”

The slowest moving object in the universe by chamyl (G, 4,996 w., 1 Ch. || God POV, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Beach Day, Games, Light Humour, Tenderness, Embarassed Crowley, Soft Idiots, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Crowley and Aziraphale have had feelings for each other for a very long time. It takes a date at the lake and a round of 36 Questions That Lead To Love to give them the final push.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

Souls In Creation by Dragonfruit112 (NR [M], 23,110 w., 6 Ch. || Aziraphale was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, True Angel Forms, Memory Loss/Amnesia, Seraph!Aziraphale, Cherub!Crowley, Moments of Time, Pining Aziraphale, Deaths, Disasters Through History, Whump, Taking Care of Each Other, Friendship, Mates to Friends to Mates, Bed Sharing, Sick Crowley, Healing Powers, BAMF Aziraphale) – They knew each other before the Fall. They loved each other before the Fall. They were creation's first soul mates. But the Fall changed everything, and now Aziraphale is forced to live in a world where only he remembers their shared past. Burdened by pain and grief, he hides himself under the guise of a clumsy Principality until he can make his love remember once more. Only, he doesn't know how long that'll take.

Any Way You Want It by LieutenantLiv (M, 27,585 w., 5 Ch. || Holidays, Slow Burn, Fluff, First Time, Eventual Smut, Swimming, Dreams of Dancing, Kissing in the Rain, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Crying Love Confessions, Soft Crowley, Clingy Crowley, Virgin Aziraphale, Romance) – Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes.Who'd have thought that sharing a cottage in Scotland would be quite so romantic?

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Favorite Musings Challenge!

As writers, we’re usually our own worst enemy. However, there are times where we just read over something we wrote and acknowledge “Oh…that’s good.” and you may or may not end up restructuring the whole reply to fit that one line just cause it was so good, and you spend hours trying to make it work haha…ha.

Anyways, go through a few of your threads/replies/drabbles/any piece of writing you got. Pick out 5 of your favorite lines that you’ve written for your character(s), and in turn tag 5 (or however many others you want) to do the same!

Repost, don’t reblog. And I’m linking my threads to where these lines came from but you don’t have to do that!

tagged by: @caeloservare ( ty sm ;w; )

tagging: @scatterose @veritasqui @brokenclockwork @esperhuntress @sundragcn @littleblackqrow

I’m doing more because I wanted different facets displayed and I couldn’t choose, and I actually really like a lot of what I put out or I wouldn’t be here, so let me have a moment to promo myself I guess.

he doesn’t deserve to live.

but he never has. not really. a curse to himself and everyone around him.

and yet live he does.

qrow branwen. the huntsman.

since before Ruby and before Yang and before Ozpin and STRQ and despite Raven and anybody else, qrow has always lived and always survived, and always tried to outweigh the good he does in the world with that life from the bad, even if he makes a mess of it at times. he will fight to the bitter end to protect people, because that’s his job, and that’s who he is.

he gets up when knocked down. he builds things knowing they may fall. he takes flight when things feel too heavy. he reaches out for hope when sky is full of flames and clouds. he makes himself more capable when the odds stack against him. he insists on remaining motivated by compassion when the world is cruel.

Yang has been accepted to beacon. Ruby will be joining her in early acceptance.

they’re going to huntresses. they’re going to join the war against Salem, under Oz, and they don’t even realize exactly what they’re signing up for besides some vague notion of, heh… making the world better.

in some ways he believes it’s not even possible. in some ways it must be, because those girls sure as hell make his world better at least.

this isn’t how it’s supposed to feel.

his head yells loudly that this shouldn’t be a surprise, he taught them for this very reason; he taught them well; he did all he could to prepare them, and it’s fine, it’s probably fine; he should be proud, encouraging. his heart knows the more they’re built up the more there is to lose; the better they are the more dangerous the whole world becomes, and that world has more to lose too, and it’s not fine, it’s not fine at all when beautiful children born on a beautiful, peaceful island have to take up arms as if they should have to earn their place in this life with violence. if he’s being honest, he wants better for them. always has.

truth hits him via the throb of vasodilation. pounding him from inside out like a headache, like a heartache.

there is no soothing burn in his throat like anger he can turn into a weapon to point at threats, other than what he’s already been fighting. there is only love for his nieces, his family, fear of history repeating itself as rose petals drift away in the wind, never to return. and there is every reason he fights clawing in the pit of his stomach trying to tear apart every shred of hope he has left like his own personal grimm. he can love all he wants, but he cannot protect them from choosing their own path, even it follows all of his generation in bloody footprints.

he can barely claim allowance to feel this way. he’s not their father. and he’s too chicken shit to even go to the man who is and talk this out and commiserate.

he can only watch.

at least that’s something he’s good at.

watching.

qrow stretches himself out in the corner of a great big wooden frame at the top of beacon tower. work done, report given, he sinks into the windowsill to stay awhile. he watches the students coming and going down in the courtyard (happy and giggling under a cloudless sky - helping each other and teaching each other); listens to the scratch of Ozpin’s pen on paperwork; smells and tastes the whiskey from his flask; basks in the burn of it and the sun’s rays streaming in.

everything is beautiful, so beautiful from up here, in a place doing so much good.

it’s terrifying.

peace. a fragile thing, holding steady for now, like the glass he leans on.

but, oh, how easy it would be for one wrong move to make it shatter.

he scoots just the tiniest bit away and frowns, long limbs carefully curling in around themselves.

4.1

somehow even when Clover can see it, he’s not nearly as harsh of a judge as qrow is on himself. he struts right up and into that darkness with him, unafraid, unashamed, eyes never breaking their lock with his own. his gaze is not piercing like a point into his soul; no, it is worse. it is open and wide and forgiving, like the full spread of a hot meal on a dinner table after a cold night; it does not intrude, but beckons, calls qrow out and asks for him to step into the offered space all on his own.

...

Clover reminds him how to be seen, and how to be close, and how to balance strength and weakness. even as he holds him, he still watches him. like the man casts some damn sort of spotlight, or a searchlight in the night qrow couldn’t ever outrun even if he wanted to.

qrow can’t stand those scrutinizing eyes.

…because it means Clover cares.

he is not used to that much light in his life.

he is very used to lights going out around him.

he somehow always chooses to hold on to that light as long as he can, as he does now - head resting in the curve of Clover’s shoulder, spine straight in his embrace, pressure on his feet lighter. he will follow it, and fight for it, and dare himself to hope the world can be better if people can just

work

together.

4.2

Clover could do it. he had every capability, desire, and permission. he could do it over, and over, and deeper and deeper, and qrow would become every bit as addicted to it as his tendencies would have him cling. qrow wouldn’t stop him. not keep him from running into a burning, collapsing building ill-equipped to build a home of, if that is what he chose to do.

but qrow is a vagabond, even if no longer a spy. he is chaotic weaponry, cheap tactics, feral feathers, meant to be unbound and unburdened. he cannot invite him in. he cannot, in good faith, make tender promises to the poster child of the atlas military.

his mind is already a pinwheel, calculating and recalculating based on the briefest of interactions. how to not ask too much of this person. how to keep Ruby safe while still trying to get help or at least information for her. he knows how to pluck gently at small pieces until they come together, drop pebbles into a glass carefully until the water rises to the top.

it’s not raven’s hands that give her away, but her eyes. eyes so familiar in appearance and expression he may as well be looking in a mirror. that’s how it had always been. had been.

...

all the barbed wire around his heart squeezes, and he can’t help but wonder if it’s another trap.

but no matter the anger, no matter how he wants to turn and run himself, to fly off into the distance and just forget her forever, that would also fly in the face of everything he stands for - everything Oz fought for, and Oscar promotes in his stead: sit down and talk.

…and if he’s honest, carrying around the hole in his heart where his sister belongs hurts worse than letting her fill it right back up with blades of betrayal ever could.

7.1

qrow finds comfort in some change right about now, meandering the streets, satiating wanderlust in his down time, with few other idle desires left to choose fulfillment from. distraction through exploration.

...

he notes more bars than bookstores around these blocks.

qrow hangs his head, holds onto the familiar weight of Harbinger on his back, and newly-shined black boots kick an empty bottle on the sidewalk out of his way.

just keep walking, qrow. obstacle by obstacle, step by step.

keep moving forward.

7.2

qrow cries because there’s nothing left to do, and nowhere left to hide, and this is what life is like. thinking. feeling. caring. crawling out from his hiding places and into an intensity he’s never known. like he’s been dim-witted his whole forty years on this planet and only now understands what it means to be bright. so bright it burns more than any whiskey or abrasion or scathing look or cruel name he’s ever had.

nothing slows and it doesn’t stop, and he can’t keep the tears from falling just like his heart sinks. he cries like he’s trying to fill that broken bottle right back up, but that’s not possible now, there’s no structure, no end point for that pain, and sometimes you just have to let the broken parts go.

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i23kazu · 1 year ago

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GENSHIN MEN & SHOWING YOU THEIR LOVE !

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe neuvillette wriothesley x reader genre. romantic fluff!! an. i made a part 1 a looong time ago but it's time for another round of how deep is your love how deep is yooour loooove | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

xiao, who shows his love to you by silently leaving items that you mentioned that you like on your bedside stand, so that you have something to be happy about once you wake up. some days it's a bundle of qingxins or silk flowers, and other days, a bag of salty snacks from chef mao's kitchen. thank him by wrapping your arms around him, and whisper in joyful gratitude.

zhongli

zhongli, who shows his love to you by subtly acknowledging your presence in his life whenever he's talking to someone. a quiet nod in your direction whenever someone asks about any of his achievements is a common reoccurence, with a soft smile on his face as well. it's a sweet thing, almost like a shared little secret between the both of you.

diluc

diluc, who shows his love to you by making sure that he's on time when picking you up from work. he always gets there five to ten minutes earlier, so that he can pick up your favourite pastry from the cafe next door. it's a sweet thing, diluc's love – hold it close and treasure it, because he will never give this love that he gives you to anyone else.

kaeya

kaeya, who shows his love to you by continuously texting you throughout the day. the sweet reminder that you're always on his mind makes you smile with each notification lighting up your phone screen. a groan escapes your lips as he sends you a sweet message that reads, "reminded me of you, xoxo! miss you!". sweet, isn't it? attached to it is a picture of his work bathroom.

childe

childe, who shows his love to you by listening to your shared playlist with him throughout the day. laufey, beadadoobee, adam melchor, joji, and more are beats constantly pumping him through the day. he sends you screenshotted and annotated lyrics of your favourite songs, highlighting the word "love" over and over again.

neuvillette

neuvillette, who shows his love to you by remembering the little things that you like. it might be that small bakery in the north of fontaine, or that spot with the bunch of pretty flowers that you took him to once. if you love something, he remembers – it's an unforgettable kind of love, and it's the kind of love that makes you fall in love with neuvillette over and over again.

wriothesley

wriothesley, who shows his love to you by choosing to come home every single day after a long day of work at the fortress. he's weary and he shuffles his feet back to the door of your – but he doesn't care, because he's home. seeing your face light up once you see him reminds him of why he chooses to commute an hour just to get to the fortress and home, instead of staying at the fortress.

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foreverwcnter · 6 years ago

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begonia — flowers mini-series / peter parker

pairing — peter parker x reader

warnings — blood, probably swearing, a bit of angst i guess

summary — part 4 in which peter learns that a flower can be more memorable and passionate than the words “I love you.”

author’s note — if you’ve made it this far in the mini-series, i can’t thank you enough for supporting it. i know my writing isn’t the best, but i’m still learning and improving. if you found this fic first, i recommend going to part one and starting from there. it probably isn’t the best thing you’ve read but feedback is always appreciated. writer’s don’t get a lot of support from just simple likes. small comments with reblogs always make their days. of course, it’s your choice to add comments for support.

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Sitting in your bedroom doing a facetime call with Michelle, you carefully sprayed a few plants with the spray bottle. You still had yet to bring up what happened with Peter the afternoon before, but Michelle was asking you questions about your gardening skills and so on. It was fine though, sooner or later you’d bring it up to the girl.

“So what did you and Peter plant last night? Peter told me he was going to help you with some gardening and I’m just curious as to what you planted,” MJ explained, leaning against the table she sat at, her hand propped up by her elbows and hands.

You leaned back against the wall by your twin-sized bed. “Well, we planted some sunflowers together, the kind that grows to like ten feet or something like that. But something surprising happened too.”

“And that is?” MJ hummed softly, arching an eyebrow in interest.

“Well, Peter went on and on about how it’s tough being a hero and it brings a lot of unwanted dangers and risks to the people he cares about. This was after I told him the meaning behind sunflowers and he said he wan- he is my sunflower. He also said he’s in love with me.”

MJ just smirked. After a moment of silence, she let out a long sigh. “Finally!”

“W-What?”

“Peter’s loved you for quite some time, he claims it was love at first sight. At first, I thought it was just him being an idiot but seeing how you interacted, I knew it was real,” MJ explained, smiling at you through the screen.

“We’re going on a date tonight, we also kissed yesterday and it honestly was amazing,” you paused, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Wait- why aren’t you at school.”

“Didn’t feel like going, plus I’m going to some protest thing at lunchtime so-”

You nodded, zoning out for a second before MJ claimed she needed to go get ready. You hung up shortly after and stood up, ready to go to check on your plants in your garden.

Heading up the stairwell to the rooftop door, you ran your hands against the rusted railing, lost in thought. You entered the area you adored so much, digging through your supplies to pull on a pair of tweezers, deciding it’d be best to remove any unwanted critters from your plants, especially the edible ones you often used for cooking. As you walked over to the area, you couldn’t help but think about what Peter had planned for both of you.

Maybe he was going to swing you around New York, take you to a cafe or a florist shop. It had to be something amazing. You knew Peter would strive to make it wonderful. It was who he was. You could tell by the way he was so interested in learning about what you learned. It was another thing you loved about the boy. He was always passionate about other people’s passions.

You carefully picked up a small slug from a leaf, setting it in a small container so you could dispose of the critter safely. As you rose to your feet, a gruff voice came from behind you.

“Hello, little lady.”

Whipping around, you were faced with two buff and tall men, each holding some form of a weapon and a gun strapped to their belt. Every part of you seemed to stiffen with fear.

“I see you’re close with our friend Spider-Man,” the first one explained, taking a step closer, which ultimately caused you to back up. “We just need a little motive for the guy and we’ll be on our way.”

“Yeah, I think the motive you’re looking for is somewhere else, so I’m going to go-” you trailed off, moving quickly towards the door to get away from the men. Two loud bangs caused you to stumble back. The door now bore two holes in it, both from the gun one man was holding.

“Not so fast.”

You scrambled to the box of supply you hand, hoping to find something - anything - to defend yourself. Gripping a small hand spade tightly, you held it out in front of you, moving backward away from the men who pursued you slowly. The panic was really setting in now, shining in your eyes as you tried to getaway. One fired another shot, aiming only for your leg or any place to slow you down. It almost grazed your skin, hitting one of the rose bushes you had.

“P-please just leave me alone, I won’t tell anyone anything,” you begged, tripping over a flower bed and falling hard against the concrete. They gave no regards to your garden, walking through it and damaging the plants you worked so hard to care for. One held a long machete, cutting off stems and small branches ruthlessly.

“No can do, sweetheart. Spidey’s taken quite a liking for you no doubt and there’s no better way to catch the guy by using his love as bait,” the first man snickered, firing yet another shot, this time hitting your leg. You collapsed, crying out in pain. Your phone fell from your back pocket into a patch of pink flowers. Clutching your thigh, you felt the warm liquid stain your hands, still attempting to scoot away. It was no use. They grabbed you by your arms, yanking you up roughly.

“It hurts, doesn’t it,” the one glared, grabbing your face with his calloused hands. A whimper left your lips before they hit you across the head harshly, knocking you unconscious. They carried you away, heading to the outskirts of the city where they'd keep you, ready for Spider-Man to find you.

Only hours later, Peter had arrived on the rooftop, still in his suit. He pulled off his mask quickly, letting out a soft breath. “Hey y/n-” seeing you weren’t there, he paused, glancing around. “Y/n?”

The sight he saw was a nightmare. Your garden was destroyed. The previous sunflowers that already had been looking to the sun were all bent or cut down. Plants were trampled and broken. Petals laid across the ground ripped from the buds they rested on. This was not the doing of his new girlfriend. You were far too loving and gentle to do this to your own garden. He looked around, noticing a hand spade on the ground before seeing something he didn’t want to see.

Blood.

“Oh my god,” he breathed out. Peter pulled out his phone, dialing your number only to hear the ringtone in a flower bed right next to him. Peter leaned down quickly, picking up the phone from the small bush of begonia flowers. The screen was cracked right beside the wooden row was a stain of blood on the ground.

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” he muttered, clutching the phone tightly. Taking his own, he called Ned urgently. The boy picked up after a few moments and Peter began to rush out words. “Ned, Ned, Ned,” Peter rushed out, his chest heaving and breathing fast, showing his panic.

“Slow down, Peter!” Ned exclaimed. “What’s happening?”

“Oh god, Ned, y/n is in danger. Her garden is destroyed, I don’t know what happened! I was coming to pick her up for our date and everything is ruined. All her work and there was blood and I found her phone. N-Ned, I’m scared. I’ve got to find her- I’ve got to call the police-”

“Peter, breathe.”

The brunet boy nodded as if Ned could see him, trying his best to take deep breaths. Peter was so scared for you. Only yesterday he was talking about losing a loved one and here he was, unsure of where you were and if you were even alive.

“I’m going to call the police, get them over here and have them file a missing person report. Then I’m going to find her.”

Peter hung up and quickly called the police. He explained everything to them and it didn’t take them long to arrive. Peter had changed into normal clothes and was currently staring at your phone. The wallpaper was a selfie you and Peter took together. He bit his lip, frowning. It was adorable. You both had smiled at the camera and put flowers to your eyes. He wanted more photos like these, but part of him kept saying that might never happen because you could be dead. Looking away to stop himself from tearing up, he walked over to your father, who looked like a mess.

“Hey, Mr. L/n. Are you okay,” he asked nervously.

“I’m alright it’s just- my baby girl is out there hurt and scared and no one knows where she is. I’m worried about her,” your father explained to Peter. “She loves you, Peter. You’re a good young man and while my daughter thinks she doesn’t deserve to have another person to love, she does. She got what she needed. Thank you for being that person.”

Peter smiled sadly at this, looking down. “I probably need to head back home. My aunt will be worried once she hears the news.”

Your father nodded and Peter looked back to where he had found your phone. Then it hit him. Begonias. It was one of the flowers you taught him about. Begonias meant deep thinking, but the other meaning haunted Peter. It meant beware. This made him realize he would have to beware the dangers ahead. The dangers that could easily get you killed.

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crazyfreckledginger · 6 years ago

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The Girl’s Pack ~ Chapter 29: Found Out

[Princess][Archer][Wolf][Wally][Jason and Roy][Dick]

A single tear trailed down her already damp cheek. Why would she be returning there?

Oh yes, to see Kai. Taking a deep breath, she gripped her necklace and focused her energy on it. Soon enough, it started glowing and she felt her surrounding fade away. Hovering above ground, she felt a huge current of wind picking at her face before her surrounding materialised again and she landed on her feet.

The girl released a relieved breath. The air was so much more pleasant to inhale, it was just a little chilly. The tall trees towered over her and dipped their leaves down around her. The soothing wind was much more pleasant to listen to as it rustled the leaves and guided the cherry blossom petals into a vaultz around the air.

It was nighttime, but the spirits were still venturing through the stars, creating beautiful shades of colours twinkling up above.

(Y/N) didn’t realise how much she’d miss being here.

“My child,” she heard a familiar voice. Her eyes widened and her head snapped backwards, becoming incredibly distrustful at what her ears just heard.

“T-Tamaska?” she choked, seeing the spirit of the well-known king. He was still standing tall, the same kind gaze in his eyes, he was much brighter, the white aura surrounding him and made his fur much more luminous was a clear sight that he was a spirit still wondering the earth.

She raced to him, in tears, collapsing in front of him and attempting to touch him.

“You’re still here,” she smiled desperately, feeling the warm of the air as her hand travel through him.

“I am, and I am here for you,” he nodded. They walked side by side to the end of the cliff. She sat there, glancing at the dark oblivion down below. A bunch of wild griffins flew out of a cave from the cliff on the other side of the vast darkness below.

“The only reason I am still down here… and not up there,” his snout tilted upwards towards the sky before staring back in the distance, “is that I need to complete my duty down here.”

The girl turned to look at him. He did not budge.

“I can feel your conflict,” The wolf started, “you don’t feel fit to be a Queen, nor do you want to be,” he gazed to her, watching her nod to confirm his statement.

“I know it will be hard to adjust to, but it has to be done, you know that. For the ceremony, you will have to cut along your forearm and place your hand on it while reciting the ritual I have taught you,” he nodded. The girl gulped, “if you feel unfit during your reign, you will be able to coronate someone else, the rightful title of king will be accepted if the people and the person you are coronated approve.”

The girl’s eyes lit up.

“But-” she stopped herself, realising she was interrupting his instructions.

“I understand you concerns about wanting to venture the world, but, I cannot break the tradition,” he sighed apologetically.

“W-wait, Tamaska,” her eyebrows furrowed desperately as he walked away slowly, knowing it was his time now. His ear turned to her, showing that his attention was still on her.

“How do I know when I’m ready to cornorate someone else,” she scurried back to him, but not in time. He chuckled, turning to her and bowing respectfully.

“As a new Queen, you will have to figure that out for yourself,” his form started fading away slowly as it made its way upwards, into the sky.

“I will still be with you my child, always,” was the last thing he said as his glow moved upwards and disappeared into the rest of the spirits.

“I love you,” she choked, biting her lip and finally bowing back. She was brought back to her senses when everything was fading away again.

W-what’s happening? I’m not supposed to teleport anywhere.

She was alarmed as she hovered above ground. Loud sparkles rang in her ear and flashing lights blinded her sight before she was propelled outwards, hitting something hard. Her surroundings melted into something solid again.

How did she get back on Earth?

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“Do you know where she could have run off to?” Dick sighed, searching with his torch light across the darkness of the forest.

“I really don’t,” Wally sulked.

“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll find her,” He patted his best friend’s shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s not that, it’s just, you should have seen the look in her face when she found out about that stupid juvenile game. She was so pissed but it was so apparent how much it upset her,” the ginger sighed. Dick bit his lip shamefully.

“We’ll figure this all out when it’s over okay? Right now our number one priority is to find her.” he started firmly.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Wally grumbled.

“Come in, Nightwing,” his earpiece rang in his ear.

“Yeah?” Dick pressed on it.

“We have a situation, come back here quickly,” Batman coughed on the other side of the line.

“What’s happening over there?” Wally pressed on his in alarm.

“Luthor, and a lot of other villains have broken into the mount, they’ve-” the line broke suddenly and it was only static.

“Shit!” Dick yelled as they both made their way out of the forest towards the car.

“Wally, go scout out, be careful, I’ll be there in a bit!” He ordered, the ginger nodded, using his superspeed to race to the car and put his Kid Flash suit on.

*****

The girl stood up, nearly losing her balance. She held her red cheek, feeling how painful it was from the impact against a tree. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears.

Why was I pushed out of Arvaysia? Was I banned somehow?

Her fingers gripped her necklace and perceived her necklace’s luminosity slowly fading away.

Crap, the energy was running out already, going to Arvaysia wasn’t a good idea after Kai took some of the energy away to stay off Luthor’s radar. It was only a one-way trip there now.

This was very suggestive: going there and not coming back. The girl sighed deeply.

This is really happening.

She ran in the direction she thought was safety, only to find herself back at the hotel.

Thankful for Canary’s training, she remember how, according to protocol and if nothing has happened, he would be searching for her. Climbing up the building, she decided that taking her belongings would be a safe choice, hopefully they were still there.

Sliding the unlocked window open, she landing swiftly on the floor.

Something was wrong, she could sense it. Why are all Wally’s things still here? He would have at least reported to someone right?

His message board was still on the table. Ignoring it, she put her spare clothes back in her small bag. Her eyes kept averting to his message board, she really felt something was wrong, what could it be?

Her eyebrows knitted together as she saw a little red flashing light on the message board. Cautiously, she walked towards it and turned it on. It was an anonymous message but it was easy to decipher who it was from.

~Code red alert, multiple villains have broken into Mount Justice, they have gassed the place, everyone recon there~

Must have been Black Canary. The girl gulped nervously, feeling conflicted once again. She could return to Arvaysia and prepare for her coronation -- but her friends helped her so much and she was eternally grateful, even if the four men completely broke her heart. Grasping the board, she made up her mind.

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the-ghost-and-the-writer · 6 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet-Lando Calrissian

I haven’t been too into Star Wars since I was thirteen, but I decided to read some fanfiction and realised there needs to be more Lando stuff because I love him. I will fill that void like I want him to fill my ass

18+ F!Reader

(Yes, Original Lando. Solo Lando is fucking fine as well but this is the face that teenie-bean me fell for)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Almost immediately afterwards, he’ll sit up beside you, back against the headboard, and look down at you and smile as he asks you with a soft voice if you liked it

He’ll put his fingers under your chin and tip your head up so he can look at you properly and then dip down and kiss you. The kiss is usually followed by some sort of sappy comment. “You’re gorgeous”, “You did good, sweetheart”, “I love you”. Something that he knows will make you smile

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He thinks that his best part is his mouth. Not just because he looks damn fucking fine when he smirks, and he knows he looks fine, but because his silver tongue can charm him out of anything and into anyone. Plus, you sure do appreciate his talents with it.

Though it’s impossible for him to pick a favourite with you, he will gladly tell you that he loves your ass. He’ll show you at any moment as well, either by slipping his hand down from your lower back to grab at it while he’s leading you out of a room or pulling you closer to kiss you with his hands slipped into your back pockets. When you have sex, it’s rare that he doesn’t spank you at least once

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Though he does love how you look when he cums over your skin, he loves finishing inside you. Not only because it keeps him close to you through his end, but because he wants to show you that this is totally serious. This is It for him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Since introducing you to his old friend, Han, he’s wanted to ask you if you wouldn’t mind letting him join the two of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Please. It’s Lando.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

(http://sexpositions.club/positions/189.html)

More often than not, when he’s taking you from behind, he’ll pull you up to his chest. It gives him more ease of access to touch more of you, and he always aims to fuck you so good that you can do nothing more than tip your head back onto his shoulder so he can hear all your little noises.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sex is rarely too serious with Lando even before you were exclusive. He’ll be playful about his need for you from the minute he feels it to the minute you’ve both been satisfied. Why should it be serious? It’s fun

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Just because you rarely have serious sex, it doesn’t mean he isn’t romantic. He gets cheesily romantic, with dimmed lights and flower petals and music while he’s on the bed waiting for you. He always makes sure that he tells you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

You’re both busy with Cloud City and sometimes you can’t get the time alone together, so he’ll take care of himself when you aren’t there. He’s unashamed with his actions when he gets caught by you and usually either offers you a seat to watch or for you to help him out with it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lando has quite a few kinks that he has explored extensively, and he had to pick out the ones he most enjoys it would probably be collars, having you sit on his face, and overstimulation

Collars; Either on you or himself, it doesn’t matter. With himself, he loves the tightness around his throat without his breathing being cut off and he loves how easily you can guide him around with your finger hooked into the loop. When you have your collar on, he becomes borderline obsessive over how sweet you look and the slight wave of possessiveness that goes over him

Facesitting; Just in general, he prides himself on his oral skills and it gives him a rush to taste you so intimately, but having you sit on his face and take control of your own pleasure from him gets him so riled up that he sometimes doesn’t need to be touched before he cums.

Overstimulation; Even after you’ve cum twice, three times, he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering that it’s too much and you’re shifting away from him. It’s a sort of playful masochism, a power trip, that you can’t chastise him over too much when he takes such care of you for it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

There are so many places he likes to have you, but your bedroom is the main favourite of course. It’s more comfortable than any of the other rooms, and your occasional giggle fits won’t get you caught

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Being bored and letting his thoughts wander, they usually turn to you and that often leads to thoughts about fucking you and then he can’t stop the need. It’s not helped when he sees you throughout the day and you can only have fleeting kisses and brief talks before you need to part again

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving blood or other such fluids, anything that’s dangerous to his or your health, or that he considers to be too ‘heavy’ for sex. If he thinks either of you won’t enjoy it, there’s a very slim chance he’ll try it

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves, loves, giving you oral. Every part of it, how you grip onto his hair and you slowly roll your hips against his face to how your thighs clench around his ears and the way you sound when you cum

Of course, he’ll never pass up the opportunity to have you suck him off. He keeps his hand in your hair or at the base of your skull less as a guide and more just to touch you, and he can never decide on if he should tip his head back or close his eyes and enjoy the feeling or watch you work him over

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

No matter how desperate he is for you or how long a day you’ve both had, he takes his time with you. You move together so well that he rarely messes with that rhythm because it just feels right to have you like that

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If it’s been a long day and he has the need for you as well as the time to spend with you that way, then you can be damn sure that he’ll take advantage of that time and fuck you in any available room

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

To a point, he’s down for it. As long as it doesn’t seem like it could make either of you uncomfortable or hurt either of you, he’ll experiment

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The two of you could be in bed all day if it was possible. He can last so long, for at least two rounds before he’s satisfied, and he’s borderline insatiable with you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own plenty. He has a whole little treasure chest of things that you can use on each other, and he is very proud of it. Each thing has been thoroughly tested by both of you; if there’s something that you try and don’t like then there is no way it goes in the chest.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can tease like the best (worst?) of them. Given the time, he can and will edge you for hours

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Oh, he’s totally unashamed with you. He doesn’t care if he’s loud or if anyone hears, he’ll moan and grunt and occasionally whine. There would be noise complaints, but he’s so charming to everyone around at other times that they just forget how boisterous the two of you can be

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Though not usually being so bold around people, there have been times where he’s been sat beside you or with you on his lap and he’s started fingering you. His poker face is impeccable in these situations, though it does crack sometimes for a second at certain little movements from you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is so cocky for a reason. It’s a big one, and he knows just how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s not constant, he can control himself, but any time you want it then there’s a high chance that he wants it just as much

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can stay up for a while after sex, but he usually chooses not to. After checking up on you it’s just more preferable for him to lay with you and fall asleep

If you want to me to write for pretty much any other character, requests are very much open. Tag list is also still open if you want to be the first to read something you might like here. All feedback, reblogs, and likes are my lifebood and make me feel like a real human

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some-cookie-crumbz · 7 years ago

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No Need for a Pity Party

No Need for a Pity Party Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Originally intended as the Keidge Week Day 3 Prompt Fill: Adore. It was an excuse to use some original characters from one of my own stories and show how their powers could be implemented to cause mayhem - or relief - for the Paladins. I had planned for this to be, like, twice it’s current length but then I lost steam. Might pick this back up and do a part two eventually. *shrugs* Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

The planet of Firnes reminded her so much of Earth it was a little surreal. Everything about the planet was just like back on Earth; the gravitational pull, the concentration of oxygen in the air, even the Firnesians themselves were almost identical to humans in body structure and anatomy. “That is because both our galaxies – your Milky Way and our Turla Drey – are both classified as being Terranian galaxies,” Queen Simona, ruler of the planet, explained as she led them from the conference room to their designated assigned spots. Tonight was to be the celebration of the young Princess Maia’s birth and her official grand entrance into society, attending her first kingdom-wide gala. There was concern on Queen Simona’s part, though, that Prince Lotor may show up in an attempt to plan some kind of trick to force the people of Firnes under his control. An entrance into society meant that Princess Maia would also be considered eligible for courtship and marriage by someone of a close or equal social standing.

For Queen Simona, the thought of her only heir being trapped into a political marriage to avoid the enslavement of their people was unthinkable; hence why she called Voltron in to help.

“Green Paladin,” She had said, pausing briefly in front of a large set of double doors, “I should like for you and the Blue Paladin to keep my dear Maia company while she relaxes.”

Pidge scowled a bit but Allura flashed a tight smile of her own. “If I may be so bold to ask, Queen Simona,” She began to say as the older woman shoved the doors open.

“I selected the two of you because the gardens would be suited best to your positions,” She said calmly, stepping aside a bit to leave the two women to gawk. Calling the space before them a garden seemed like a serious understatement; it was more like a little oasis. There was a large waterfall a few feet away from them, with a small stream that ran through the lush fields covered in grass and various blooming flowers. Queen Simona looked at them with an almost smug smile on her demure face. “You are the Paladin of the Forest and the Paladin of Water respectfully, are you not?”

“You’re sneaky, you know that?” Pidge asked, trying to keep how impressed she was by the Queen’s tactics to herself. She and Allura had encountered it often enough on different planets – some of which were also a matriarchy like this one – where they were given the easiest tasks because they were female.

The older woman chuckled lightly. “I was a soldier once a long time ago, you know,” She mused lightly.

“Playing to our strengths, I see?” Shiro chimed in curiously.

Queen Simona nodded. “I know a thing or two about being tactical, Black Paladin. Now, are there any others amongst your reinforcements that might bode well with guarding the gardens?”

“The Blade tend to be better with stealth and covert operations, actually, so I’m not totally sure if any of them would be good helping out with that,” He chimed. Pidge flinched then scowled slightly, causing Allura to hide an amused smile behind one of her hands. “Well, actually, there is a Blade member that might work well with Allura and Pidge. His name is Ke-!”

“Oh, gee, we should really get to work on guarding the princess, don’t you think?” Pidge cut in, flashing Shiro a pointed look before looking back at Queen Simona. “Where will we find her in there?”

The older woman blinked a bit in surprise before the look of ambivalence returned. “Maia spends much of her time in the gardens working on her studies. She is most likely resting against the tree on the other side of the stream. There’s a small bridge just a little farther down that you can use to get across,” She suggested gently.

Allura and Pidge bowed respectfully before scampering off into the lush area. A small smirk turned up on the smaller woman’s lips. “You were totally about to call the Queen out on being sexist, weren’t you?” She teased.

A flush came to the Altean heiress’ cheeks and she turned her head away. “W-Well, considering what just occurred on Yultarel, can you blame me for being a bit worried?” She huffed lightly.

“I’m just teasing, you know,” Pidge mused lightly before perking up as the crossed the bridge and spotted the young princess, settled in a small heap of gown and leaves at the base of the tree, a small furry creature settled in her lap. “Huh, she and the Queen don’t look a lot like each other.” She commented.

Where Queen Simona was tall, olive-skinned with dark hair kept in a tight bun, Princess Maia was extremely pale with even darker hair that she let hang loose, a few leaves and flower petals tangled in the strands. “Perhaps Princess Maia simply takes after her other parent in regards to appearance?” Allura suggested.

The other woman suddenly perked up, having heard their approach, and smiled brightly. “Ah, you must be the Paladins of Voltron! Greetings!” She called happily, raising one hand to wave at them. Pidge noticed strange, gleaming golden symbols covering the other woman’s arms, littering across her hand and tracing all the way down to her elbow.

Allura smiled and waved back as the approached. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess,” She mused lightly, settling to sit in a cross-legged position across from her. Pidge settled down in the same position but so that she was between them both, the trio making a triangle with their locations.

Princess Maia giggled and waved one hand lightly. “Oh, please, no need for formalities with me! I would like you to simply call me Maia; we are to be allies, are we not? And allies are, in a strange way, friends that rally together against a cause! Or, rather, that is what Mother has always told me,” She mused lightly.

“That’s certainly an excellent way to look at the situation,” Allura agreed. She then turned her attention down to the fluffy grey form curled in the other princess’ lap. “And who, may I ask, is this cute little fellow?” She asked.

The other’s bright green eyes lit up like a sky full of fireworks. “This is Squire, my pet Heelaw. They domesticated rodents,” She explained happily, lightly rubbing behind one of the creatures large ears. “You may pet him if you would like.”

Pidge tilted her head curiously as she reached out, letting her fingers just skim over the top of the creature’s pelt. It was velvety soft under her touch and she chuckled a bit. “Reminds me of a chinchilla,” She mused lightly.

Maia perked up and smiled widely. “You have creatures similar to him on your home planet, as well?” She asked.

“Yeah, we do,”

The young woman cast a hopeful glance at Allura next, only to be answered with a shy smile. “I’m afraid the closest we had on Altea were mice… Though, if you would like, I suppose I could bring the four we mice we have on the ship,” She offered.

“I would absolutely love that! I’ve been so excited to meet the delegates of other planets and learn of their culture!” Maia gushed. She then looked between the two Paladins. “Will any other factions of the Voltron Coalition be attending tonight? I’ve heard so much about the others that have allied themselves and would love to meet some of them,” Maia asked excitedly.

“Well, there will be a small variety of Commanders and fighters from the rebellion. Most of the rebels hail from various different worlds and galaxies, and I’m sure they’ve all got plenty of interesting stories to share,” She mused lightly. Pidge shifted to look up at the tree, watching as the leaves shifted and created small slivers along the ground. It reminded her a bit of the old oak in the backyard back home, that had once housed a tire swing for she and Matt. “Oh, and there will also be a few members of the Blade of Marmora attending, to assure we have as much security as possible.”

“Ugh, but do they really need to be here? I mean, between the rebels and us, it just seems a little excessive,” Pidge grumbled, more to herself than the others, but she heard a curious hum come from Maia and an amused one from Allura.

“Is that really why you’re against them being here? Or is it more because you just don’t want to see You-Know-Who?”

“Allura, don’t start with me,” Pidge huffed, shifting to send a small glare at the other woman.

The other shrugged. “Look, I’m just saying that it’s okay to be honest. I’m not sure hwy you don’t want to see him but I’m sure you have your reasons,”

“Who?” Maia piped in.

“His name is Keith,” Allura said before Pidge could say anything, “and he and Pidge are masters at dancing around each other.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Allura,” Pidge huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Maia blinked then offered a mischievous grin. “Care to prove the validity of that statement?” She inquired, offering one of her hands to Pidge.

She quirked an eyebrow at the other woman, tilting her head slightly at the golden symbols seeming to wink at her. “What do you mean by that, exactly?”

“The rulers and governmental figures of our race are selected specifically due to having the power to read and translate the emotions of others,” She explained, indicating the golden marks. She turned her hand over and tapped a symbol that reminded Pidge of an eye in the center of her palm. “Within the first three years of an individual’s life, this symbol will manifest in the palm of their dominant hand and their powers will activate from that point forward. I’m still learning how to harness it fully, but I should still be able to get a decent reading on what exactly it is you feel for this Keith person; plus, it’ll be a good way to test my abilities. I mean, unless you have something to hide.” She explained, her tone becoming more playful at the last statement.

Pidge growled before setting her hand on top of Maia’s. “I’ve got nothing to hide. Read away,” She huffed.

Maia giggled before shifting to adjust Pidge’s grip a bit, so that Pidge’s palm was pressed flat against her own, with Pidge’s fingers dangling over the side of Maia’s hand between her thumb and index finger. She closed her eyes and released a slow breath, the marks all along her arm beginning to shimmer and shine. A warmth creeping into Pidge’s being, starting in her arm and spreading quickly. “Okay, let’s see here… The surface level information is that you are enraged by him, but I believe that we all know that anger is most oft just a cover for something deeper. Underneath that, I get a sense of… Adoration and admiration. You see a relation between the two of you in regards to your personalities that makes him easier for you to connect to, but that he is more skilled in an area you feel you lack in. You find this to be an admirable aspect of him, and adore the ease with which you two are able to engage one another,” She mused, her eyebrow lifting a bit but her eyes remaining closed. Pidge had to fight the instinct to tear her hand away, already becoming uneasy with the information being laid out in the open.

“Hmm… Under that, I get the feelings of something a bit more sensual and intimate? I’m afraid this isn’t a feeling that I am familiar with, so I can only venture a guess,” Maia mused lightly, her brows knitting slightly. Allura let out a quiet but amused gasp while Pidge felt her cheeks heat up, casting a warning glare at the other. Allura’s response was to only continue grinning as if she were Lance. “But… Most prominently… I sense apprehension. You feel… Distrustful of him, like relying on him would be a mistake. You… You are in love with him, but you are hesitant to say so to him or any others? You don’t trust that your feelings would be appreciated or wanted.”

With that, Pidge yanked her hand away and pushed herself to stand upright. Allura’s teasing grin was gone, now, and replaced with a worried frown. “Oh, Pidge,” She said quietly, her tone nearly dripping in pity.

“Oh, save it, Allura!” She snapped, glaring more vehemently at the other now.

She looked stunned, blue eyes wide. “Pidge, I wasn’t going to say an-!”

“Yes, you were! You were going to tell me how I shouldn’t feel that way, or how sorry you are that I do! I don’t need your pity, or your advice, or anything like that! So what if I have feelings for him? There’s no point in acting on them!” She growled out, her hands clenched at her side. She shouldn’t have let herself get goaded into this by the sake of her pride. She didn’t need this empath making her feelings known to Allura; she didn’t need or want the pity that would undoubtedly crop up with the revelation, from both her actual feelings and the additional assumptions that would be made.

She knew not to tell Keith how she felt. It would ruin their friendship, as well as be pointless. Keith was clearly more invested in his training and missions with the Blade. Her feelings would just be a burden to him, a wedge between them, and then a bullet to be delivered right into her own foot. Even if he felt the same way, she knew that he would never be able to truly give himself to her; no matter what, he’d always put his responsibilities to the Blade ahead of any responsibilities to her and a romantic relationship.

She wasn’t going to set herself up for that heartache and disappointment. She was smarter than that.

She turned towards the bridge that led back inside. “I’m going to talk with Queen Simona about being stationed somewhere else, or doing a perimeter check or something,” She grumbled before storming off.

Allura held her hand out, as if she intended to stop the other, then sighed and let her hand drop. She hadn’t meant to upset her. She then turned to look at Maia, who was watching the other walk away with a thoughtful expression. “I am incredibly sorry, Maia. I’m afraid Pidge has always been someone whom enjoys her privacy,” She said gently.

“I would like very much to help her,” Maia said, blinking slowly and lifting her head to meet Allura’s eye. She offered a small smile. “Mother says that it is our job as those with the ability to read emotion to help resolve such conflicts. Should Keith be in attendance tonight, would you be so kind as to get me an audience with him? If I can get a read of his emotions, and should they be similar to that of what Pidge feels, then we could convince them to discuss their situation and how to proceed!” She insisted happily.

Allura glanced down at Maia and then back up at where Pidge had disappeared. “This could either end very well, or very poorly... Count me in, I suppose. I’ll see what I can do once the Blade gets here,” She said with a forced smile, an uneasy feeling settling in her gut despite the excitement of the other heiress. The idea of meddling in the affairs of the other Paladins’ felt rude, but she was also Pidge’s friend; and, as her friend, she didn’t like the idea of Pidge refusing herself a chance to be happy due to a bunch of ‘what-if’s,

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #Pidge Gunderson #Keith Kogane #my fics

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pineaberry · 7 years ago

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ESC: Life Day

ESC is a series of drabbles and ficlets that were really more like writing exercises created when inspiration struck. They’re labeled ESC because as you can probably tell, they’re choices that I’d like to explore but immediately hit ‘Esc’ in-game before they’re set in stone. These were never meant to see the light of day but seeing how I hit a 150 follower milestone, I’ll share this with you guys. Feel free to reblog and let me know what you think!

Life Day Event

Setting: Sith Warrior Timeline, immediately after recruiting Jaesa, before meeting Pierce on Taris.

Location: Dromund Kaas

Players: Tremas Cidran (F!Sith Warrior), Malavai Quinn

Relationship: That part in the relationship where Quinn still fools himself into believing the relationship is professional. ‘We’re just friends. Really. Stop laughing.’

It was Life Day, or close enough to it, and the Fury Crew had returned to Dromund Kaas for the holiday. Vette had shuttled off to Nar Shadaa for revelry and partying with her old crew. All the while Jaesa had taken the first taxi available to her parent’s new penthouse in Kaas City. Tremas had been keen to do some last minute shopping downtown though she had stopped to ask if he had any plans. Quinn had managed to provide a vague reply about wanting to relax and catch-up on his reports. While she didn’t press him on details, Tremas left with him the spare key to her- the crew’s stronghold and sternly warned him not to spend all of his free time at the spaceport. He had merely nodded and as he continued calibrating the kolto tank’s filter.

He tried to remain busy to keep himself from thinking. He had accompanied his lord on business in Kaas City plenty of times before, but today was the first time he had stepped onto the planet without a definite schedule since… well since before his court martial. The first night as Captain he had agonized over his datapad before sending a letter to his mother informing him of his promotion. That felt like so long ago. He’d been to Nar Shadaa, Tattooine, Alderaan, and Hutta since then. Each time they arrived at a new spaceport he sent a message to his mother, yet he’d received no reply to his missives.

He was a grown man. The silence should not have stung as much as it did but, he honestly didn’t know what she thought of him and the uncertainty of it was all the more harrowing.

After his messages had failed to gain traction, he tried a different approach. He couldn’t give her the riches and prestige she coveted, but perhaps there was still a way to make amends. Tremas was an unusual Sith in that she divided all the rewards of a mission evenly among the crew members. He often criticized her decision to do so and spent his own exorbitant share on upgrading the ship. However, during their excursion on Alderaan, one of the nobles had rewarded them with a pink shimmersilk scarf. The rare Tyrian textile was valued in the thousands of credits; easily worth several months of his captain’s salary. Yet Tremas didn’t even bat an eye when he asked for it as his ‘cut’. He’d felt so guilty afterwards he’d spent a month’s worth of his Imperial stipend to upgrade the ship’s navigation systems. In spite of his misgivings, he’d packaged the shimmersilk scarf and sent it to his mother as a Life Day present several days ago.

It had felt like sending off a packet of detonite that could very well explode on contact.

Life Day had meant very little to him, even as a child. Even when his father had been alive, his parents were never particularly fond of the holiday calling it ‘Republic propaganda’ and ‘the inane superstitions of primitive species’. It was perhaps a bit hypocritical of them, for although they denied Malavai the thrill of presents, his parents were more than happy to attend every gala and social event associated with the holiday.

By the time he finished the testing the Fury’s internal critical systems, his stomach was in knots. He had timed the delivery and accompanying message to coincide with their arrival at the spaceport but had found no reply when they arrived. He moved on to inspect the cargo hold now filled to the brim with boxes. Tremas had begun receiving gifts the moment they crossed into Imperial space. More than a few were from Imperials that hinted at being willing to provide something more intimate to show their appreciation.

He felt a stab of anger which dissipated some of his nerves and redirected his focus at a gaudy package.

You presume much if you think she would EVER touch anyone as lowly as you.

More than once he had fielded a holo-call from some idiot ensign who developed a crush on the one Sith who didn’t treat him like dirt under her boot. They had all of them deluded themselves into thinking her mercy was a sign she was interested in them. More than once he threatened to report them all for their indiscretion only to have Tremas merely smile in amusement as though their insinuations were anything less than insulting. He never thought serving under a female CO would come with these complications. The sheer audacity and lewd remarks from some of these men made him want to neuter them with his blaster.

Is professionalism dead? What are they teaching in the Military Academy these days?

Quinn secured a taxi and had 2V begin unloading the boxes so they could be delivered to the stronghold. He scowled at a package that contained a bottle of cheap liquor and a private holo-frequency. He made a note to write a strongly worded letter to the Academy Officials. It was obvious there was a dire need for a course on Ethics and Personnel Boundaries.

They’d just about finished clearing out the cargo hold when a courier droid arrived.

“Delivery… Quinn, Malavai,” it blipped as it held an envelope just large enough to fit a datapad in.

Quinn felt the knots return as he approached the droid and signed for the package. His heart was pounding in his chest as he promptly marched into the ship and placed the steel-blue envelope on his desk. There were no visible markings on the outside other than his family’s coat of arms; nothing to betray the message he would find inside. He had been waiting for weeks for this moment, yet now he could only stare at the envelope as though it were a venomous snake about to bite him. Finally, he could stand the suspense no longer and he tore open the envelope…

Bits of pink shimmersilk fell like iridescent flower petals onto the desk. The scarf had been cut into precise squares rendering the fabric worthless. He stared at the destruction as he felt something hot yet cold douse him. A fist slowly closed over the pieces as he grappled with the message received.

Did you really expect anything different? You thought you’d send her a pretty scarf, and then what? She’d ask you over for tea? Stupid, worthless, idiot.

He felt a deep shame wash over him and he immediately stuffed the bits of shimmersilk back into the envelope as though to hide the evidence of his foolishness. All of a sudden the ship was too small, too constrained. He stormed out heading for the Spaceport’s exit, pausing only to shove the proof of his shame into the nearest incinerator.

I’m a fool.

He rushed outside blindly, not caring if it was raining as he took deep ragged breaths. He wanted to run, to punch something, to hide, to cease existing, he wanted…

“Sir? Sir!”

A voice cut into his thoughts and effectively cut off his nervous breakdown. He turned to face a field medic that was hesitantly stepping towards him scanner in hand.

“It’s fine, soldier. I was... ” Quinn’s voice trailed off as he failed to come up with a plausible lie.

“It’s easy to get disoriented during a storm, but if you keep heading this way, you’ll get lost in the jungle,” the medic said offering him a way to save face.

He’d walked off the trail without so much as a blaster.

What a mess...

“Yes, of course, thank you,” Quinn nodded before heading back to the Fury. 2V chirped a greeting when he arrived informing him the taxi was loaded and ready to go. He was soaked from head to toe but he didn’t think he could stay in that hangar for a moment longer. After securing the ship he joined 2V and headed to the stronghold.

Quinn watched the passing scenery with feigned detachment. He wished he could just go numb and forget the day had ever happened. It was moment like these that he understood the spike in suicides around Life Day. Holidays only accented a person’s misery… his misery.

“You’re worthless, Malavai.”

He arrived at the stronghold garage, chilled to the bone and still dripping water everywhere. Quinn left the droid to unload the boxes while he trudged up to his private quarters but even a change in clothing couldn’t shift his mood. He needed to forget, to just drown out his thoughts. It was a familiar a need.

He went to his office and reached out to grab a decanter of brandy when he noticed a black box with a gilded bow had been left atop his workspace. Curiously he approached the box but there was only a single handwritten word on the tag.

Malavai...

Inside was a real tome with the complete translation of the Discovery of Korriban. He sat down in stunned silence as he picked up the book. He couldn’t think of anything he would want more… And then he looked down see a display cube with a fragment of obsidian at the bottom of the box. Ancient Sith language was etched into the surface and next to the cube was a certificate of authenticity.

Location: Korriban, Tomb of Ajunta Pall.

Artifact Name: Malavai’s Tablet

Description: Obsidian stone fragments depicting the oldest known record of the discovery of Korriban.

Unearthed by: Lord Tremas Cidran

Recorded by: Imperial Archeological Society.

Of course it was from her.

Who else would know?

Who else would care?

He hugged the book to his chest unable to form a coherent thought when faced with this level of kindness.

“You know, you’re not supposed to open those until Life Day,” her voice called out from the doorway, “but I’ll give you a pass”

He looked up at her his eyes welling with emotion.

“This… I am… overwhelmed, my lord,” he said before standing up. Quinn tried to hide his gaze from her as he carefully placed the book back in the box.

“Oh, come now Captain, what’s with that face? It should be criminal for you to look so sad,” she frowned as she walked up to him and gave him a hug. The weight of the day seemed to lift of his shoulders with the action.

Ever since Tatooine, he had become comfortable with her touch. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had such a soothing effect on him. He didn’t know if it was a Sith mind trick, or just something uniquely hers, but her presence silenced his doubts and fears. The shame and self loathing that had threatened to overwhelm him vanished like a nightmare under the glare of the sun. He sighed in relief and pressed his forehead against her shoulder effectively hiding his face.

“You know, it shouldn’t be this easy to get into your head, Quinn.”

Ah. Force mind-trick then…

She’d been trying to train him against those.

“I’m sorry, my lord. It’s been… a disappointing day,” he murmured realizing she was easing him into a relaxed daze. She’d done this exactly twice, both times when he’d been on the brink of an anxiety attack. Tremas had also shown him how to shake her off, but he was not currently inclined to do so. Not yet.

You alone make me feel safe...

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day. Do you want to talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed him back and he felt himself sink deeper into the daze. The grime of his darker thoughts faded away.

“No. I don’t… I don’t want to think about it.”

Please keep me from thinking about it…

“You know, if you stay under too long, it’ll be harder to come back,” she murmured earning a soft grunt in reply.

I don’t care…

He wanted to stay lost in her thrall forever. There was something irresistible about her willingness to take care of him. She tempted him by lifting his burden over and over again. And gods, how he just folded submissively every time. He just WANTED to let her do as she pleased. His weakness would mortify him to no end once he regained his senses.

“Well, how about we do this,” she said sensing his reluctance and offering him a middle ground, “we’ll order from the noodle place downtown. We’ll make a pillow fort in the library and I’ll put on that new Historical Holo everyone’s talking about.”

“The storyline is always riddled with inaccuracies,” he mumbled.

“Good. I’ll try to point them out and you can tell me if I’m right or not,” she smiled as she saw him stand up straight and finally push back enough to free himself from her thrall.

“Pillow fort, my lord?” he asked as he processed the entirety of what she’d suggested with a clearer mind.

“Yes. That part is essential,” she grinned impishly as she looped an arm around his and led him towards the second floor.

Now with fanart here: Pt. 1

And here: Pt. 2

#malavai quinn #sith warrior #life day #swtor #f: esc

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guksthighs · 7 years ago

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Listen To Me || myg

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Summary: You can see ghosts and Yoongi just became one.

Genre: angst, ghost!au

Length: 1.4k

A/N: the daily posting has weakened because i am w e a k

The clouds were so low in the sky you felt like you were walking through smoke, you could barely see your feet as you made your way down the sidewalk towards your college. These were the worst days, damp weather was when activity was at its highest and you hated going to classes and trying to concentrate even though you could hear voices others could not.

Usually, you just wouldn't go into school but you had a big test and assumed you could just block them out, but realistically when was the last time it had been that easy? The sound of whispers seemed to amplify as they sensed your agitation, phantom hands clawing at your jacket as they tried to grasp your attention to feel like they were something more than just ghosts.

"You alright Y/N?" you turned to where you could make out Yoongi's voice, quickly nodding your head and speeding up your pace with the hopes he wouldn't ask you why you had been muttering. Yoongi didn't understand, he was normal and friends with all the popular guys in your classes and yet he pretended to, maybe that's why he irritated you more than Jimin; who would sit behind you in class and press post-it notes with drawings of ghosts onto your back.

So you quickened your pace, you lived on campus and soon enough you had made it into the building, so caught up in escaping Yoongi's companionship that you didn't notice the mood of the students within the building until you heard a whisper in your ear, 'they're in mourning.'

You looked around, everyone was wearing black and there you were in your grey sweats and a baggy forest green sweater over the top; it seemed you weren't fitting in for a reason other than your ability to hear and sometimes see the dead.

The whispers of the students overpowered the usual murmurs and you let yourself listen as you tried to decipher what was happening but just as you began following a group of girls gossiping about the event, the bell rung to signify the first lesson was starting.

"Move out of the way," a shoulder slammed into yours causing you to get knocked into the wall, the pain hurt bloomed on your shoulder and looking up you made eye contact with Jeongguk. His eyes were full of tears and he spared you a glare muttering, "for someone who can supposedly speak to the dead I'm surprised you don't have any respect for them."

You blinked, staying silent as you followed him into the class, wondering who must have died that had left Jeon Jeongguk, a boy well known for crying, teary-eyed. That's why you had bitten your tongue as you walked behind him, busy studying his clenched hands and thinking about those large brown eyes, watering up as he mentioned respect.

When you finally made it into the classroom, everyone was silent. A few girls were sobbing near the front of your class and you quickly sat in a seat near the back to avoid any more attention and bad comments.

But as you glanced to the side you noticed Yoongi, he was standing next to your chair and shifting from foot to foot as if he was nervous. That was new as well as the new hair colour he must have chosen over the weekend, a silver that glistened in the light.

"You like him," a raspy voice whispered in your ear, your fingers dug into the table as you tried to get the spirit out of your head.

Visions flashed before your eyes, of this spirits life and then it's sudden death which had you pushing away from the table and walking past Yoongi, you left the room in the hopes of finding some fresh air.

"Y/N," he called after you, his fingers reaching out to grab your sweater but missing. And instead, he chose to follow you out of the room watching as you shook your head.

When you made your way up to the roof, you were able to catch your breath. The voices hushing as you turned to find Yoongi staring at you, that's when you realised what was wrong.

He might have looked normal, but his hair was the colour granted to those in the spirit realm and on further inspection his neck was a bruised purple. It created a contrast to his pale skin and you gasped as his eyes widened with tears, "You can actually see me?"

You nodded, mouth hanging open as he slowly approached you before placing his hand in the air to see if he could hold your hand, but shaking your head you took a step back.

"If you touch me you'll be gone forever," you whispered, his eyebrows furrowed and he jerked back, a tear slipped down his cheek.

"What happened to me?" Yoongi muttered, glancing to the side as a hand snakes up to wrap around his neck. A slight tremble in his hand as he began to turned to walk away but instead took a step forward towards you, "can you talk to my friends for me," he shook his head before correcting himself, "or write down some letters from me to them."

The wind whipped at your hair but left Yoongi unaffected, you smiled slightly, "the silver hair suits you." He ran a hand through it before smirking at you,

"I thought you said you preferred it black," and you blinked, startled by his bold but completely truthful claim. You placed a hand on your hip waiting for him to elaborate, "I overheard you in the hallway a while ago."

Nodding more to yourself than anyone else, you fell silent and let him dictate to you a few letters to send to the boys to set their minds at ease, when he was finished you could tell he was at a loss for words.

"What now?" He mumbled Yoongi was standing on the roof with his arms spread as he admired the view and you wondered how he had died.

People only return as spirits when killed, no natural death or suicide crates the situation Yoongi was in and you snuck a glance at his neck again; a purple handprint on his neck, he had been killed and there was nothing you could do.

"I never doubted you," Yoongi couldn't keep eye contact with you as he watched his semi-translucent fingers move in the sunlight, he continued, "In fact, I loved the mystery that surrounded you. Now I wish I had said something before I ended up like," he paused and gestured at himself, "this."

This was a new experience to you, having personal connections with the deceased and you wondered how you were meant to calm him down so his transition was painless as possible. In the end, you decided to recount your memories of him, hoping it would calm him down, "Yoongi, I've always looked up to you. You never treated me differently unlike the others, and when I sat next to you I felt normal. Thank you for letting me feel like everyone else, but right now I'm happy I can see you and say goodbye."

A pair of cold arms wrapped around your body, and instantly you tried to pull away, "what are you doing?" You shouted but his grip was strong and you could feel his breath next to your ear, realising he wanted to leave on his own terms and not on yours, so you hugged Yoongi back.

"I can't stay any longer," he closed his eyes and rested his head on your shoulder, "seeing you is too hard because all I do is regret not saying anything when I could. I'm sorry but all this time I've loved you."

You felt him disappear, your arms no longer hugging anything and cracking open your eyes, you watched as flower petals were carried away by the wind that left you alone. So blinking back tears, you stood up and dusted off your sweatpants before walking downstairs to deliver them Yoongi's message.

But as you walked through the door, you swore you could feel a pair of lips press to your cheeks and someone whispering 'i love you.'