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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Hi! I’m the one who requested the Vash x reader and Wolfwood x reader scenarios of them having nightmares. Thank you so much! You wrote it so beautifully, my heart couldn’t handle how cute and sweet it was! 💖

I wanted to request if you could do the same thing but how would Vash and Wolfwood react separately to the reader getting hurt by someone? Bonus if you write for Knives too? The way you write him is so beautiful too 😭💖

I'm so glad you liked it! <3 And I can definitely take a shot at this :) Hope you like it :)

The Guys Being Protective

Vash

The minute this man finds out you're injured, your well-being is his first priority. He needs to know that you're okay before he decides his next move. If it is a minor injury, like a bruise or no bleeding, he'll probably let out a sigh of relief or give you a quick kiss. Vash is more likely going to caress your face or hold you very close to him without hurting you. He's thankful that you're still breathing and still by his side. Yet, he will remind you to be more careful next time. Vash has already lost many important people in his life, and he's not going to lose you too.

Although, if this injury is serious, Vash's fight-or-flight is going to kick in. He is going to make sure you're out of harm's way and that you get the necessary treatment possible. If anything, he'll try to patch you up with what he has available or rush to find someone to take care of you immediately. Vash is already restless that you're hurt, but would be devastated if your condition got worse.

If you even dare try to brush off your injuries as nothing, you're going to make him feel worse. He's only okay with him doing that to others, not when you do that. He's already beating himself up that you got hurt under his watch and that he didn't prevent it. So be sure to give him lots of cuddles and kisses to reassure him before he spirals. Make sure you tell him that he's not at fault and that you stay by him no matter what he says. He's been through so much, so you comforting him and showering him with kisses should do the trick.

Afterwards, he's going to ask you who did this to you. This man will find and go after whoever hurt you. Because if Vash finds the culprit, this person needs to run for their life. Vash may be Love and Peace, but that goes out the window if anyone hurts the people he loves and cares about, especially when it comes to you. He values you way too much. If he catches the culprit, Vash will make sure they don’t hurt you again. If this person gave you minor injuries, Vash will try to warn them not to do it again. But if that fails or if this person gave you serious wounds, Vash will use his fighting skills or his gun, (no killing obviously) I’m sure of it.

Let me just remind you, this is the same man who took out a good chunk of the Badlands Boys when the people in the Sand Steamer were under attack. Don't forget, this is also the same man who threatened E.G. Mine to disarm the bombs or else he'd make sure he wouldn't get away unscathed. Have you seen Vash angry? He may be babygirl, but he will punch, fight, chokehold, and bite whoever hurts you. Period. Vash will fight for you and your safety until the end of time.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

If Wolfwood finds out you got injured there's a bunch of scenarios of what could happen. But they all to lead one thing, him beating the hell out of whoever laid a finger on you. It doesn't matter if you got a bruise, scratch, cut, wound, or mark, this man is going to be worried sick about you. Despite how cold, stoic, or teasing he is, Wolfwood has a big heart for you. He's cares way too much to brush off your injuries. Although after a minute or two, this man will be seething with rage. No one hurts you and walks away it.

Of course he's going to check up on you and see how bad the damage is. If Wolfwood finds out you're lying about the pain or hiding any other injuries, his anger is going to boil over. Not at you, but at the person who did this to you. But, he would rather you tell him honestly. Wolfwood has the biggest soft spot for you and would hate it if you lied about being fine. This man has already lost Livio, and he refuses to lose you too.

This man is invincible, but you're not. He knows you only have one life and he's going to make sure you live it to the fullest with him. Once Wolfwood is done looking you over, he's hunting down the person who did this to you. He's going to give you the: "I just want to talk to the person is all." Which means, "I'm going to beat the living shit out of this person."

No one messes with The Punisher and his loved ones. Just remember that this man carries the heaviest and deadliest cross weapon in No Man's Land. So imagine the beating this person gets once Wolfwood finds them. It doesn't matter how much they run, Wolfwood will find them and make sure they know what happens if they hurt you or anyone else again. Let's face it, Wolfwood is not going to let this person live unless you or Vash stop or convince him.

Once Wolfwood settles things with the person who hurt you, you're not leaving his sight. He's going to be taking care of you to the best of his abilities and making sure you get plenty of rest. This man will need lots of reassurance from you that you're doing okay so he'll be sticking by you a lot more. Probably going to cling onto you with hugs and kisses and giving you his lollipops. Call him Nicholas from time to time in private and this man will be putty in your hands.

Knives Million

Knives is someone who rarely wears his heart on his sleeve. But if it involves you, he'll only show his feelings in private with you. So imagine what is going on with Knives internally when he finds out someone hurt you. That stoic face? Gone. Composure? Shaken up. His blades? Ready to cut someone up with no hesitation.

If you're a human, Knives knows that humans are delicate and don't live long compared to him. If he sees a cut or a minor scratch, he'll tell you to be mindful of your actions. He knows those kinds of wounds will recover in no time. However, if he even sees a bruise, any deep cuts, or bleeding, Knives is not going to let that pass.

If you're a plant and Knives finds out someone hurt you as mentioned above, there's no stopping him from seeking revenge. Knives will send Con'rad to tend to your wounds. If Con'rad doesn't do a good job of patching you up, the plant will have a long and menacing talk with him alone. If you can bring joy, solace, or even fill the lonely void Knives has within him, of course he's going to hold you in high regard. You are beyond special to him and will make sure no one lays a finger on you. Or rather, make sure no one takes you away from him.

Knives will demand you tell him who did this to you. If it was someone from outside his humble abode or lower ranking men that hurt you, he's going to off them immediately. Plus he never liked most humans, so less people for him to worry about. However, if he finds out it was one of the more important men like Legato, Con'rad, or any other high ranking follower...good luck. He's probably going to make their punishment slow and painful. Knives will reiterate what happens if they dare even hurt you and that they should consider themselves lucky that he's keeping them alive. He’ll probably make an example of someone if he catches them hurting you again.

Once he's done taking care of things, Knives will go check up on you to see how you're doing. He will take time out of his schedule, more importantly his alone time, to see you. Knives needs to know that you're doing okay and healing from your injuries. If you visit him while he's playing piano, he'll beckon you to sit with him and play you a song. If you try to play along with him, you're going to brighten this man's day.

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ne0nic · 7 months

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Late Nights & Shorter Skirts

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Fem!Reader x Vash the Stampede

MDNI

ִ ࣪𖤐 Word Count: 2.6k

ִ ࣪𖤐 CW: NSFW, Sex, Car Sex, Threesome, Dubious Consent, Sneaky Sex

ִ ࣪𖤐 No use of Y/N, Never use of Y/N

It's been an exhausting day, spent mostly on the run. Eating was a luxury you barely had time for. Now, the car is filled with an uneasy silence, broken only by Roberto's snores up front, seemingly indifferent to the day's chaos. The radio softly plays, its evangelical preaching ignored by the occupants. In the back, you find yourself sandwiched between the two formidable men – Wolfwood on the left and Vash on the right. Both wrapped in their own contemplative quietude.

The late hour extends beyond the appropriate time for driving, a result of being abruptly chased out of the last town by relentless bounty hunters, leaving you all restless. Meryl yawns from the driver's seat, gradually turning up the radio, likely in an attempt to stave off drowsiness.

The weariness and frustration are palpable among the occupants of the car. Yet, each person in the vehicle copes with this exhaustion in their own manner.

Wolfwood's calloused fingers graze over your bare thigh, a gesture both sweet and comforting. The touch is gentle, barely skimming your skin, and as he gradually adds more fingers, you feel a sense of warmth enveloping you. His fingers dip towards your inner thigh, his palm pressing against your skin with a hearty squeeze. Your hands slowly wrap around the arm pressed into your chest, and you find solace in resting your forehead on his bicep, savoring the comforting presence after a long day.

After a few moments you feel his fingers slip under your skirt, but he doesn't go much further. Simply continuing to run his fingers along your upper thigh. But that obviously doesn't last long as his hand slides up higher. His middle finger just barely brushes your panties when you grab his wrist to stop him. Your wide and curious gaze meets his. Wolfwood senses your questioning thoughts about the timing of his movements, not the movements themselves. He smirks, confidently reaffirming his touch and slipping his middle finger between your legs. The first initial dull touch to your clothed clit has you grabbing onto him tighter. He rubs shallow circles over your panties, awakening your senses just like he intended.

You press your lips into a fine line as he adds his ring finger. The two digits stretch downwards, pressing against your core that's already making your underwear damp, a fact he revels in.

Roberto snorts and stirs, causing Wolfwood to retract his devious fingers from you. He corrects his posture as you pull your skirt down. But it's momentary and soon Roberto is snoring again and everyone else in the car didn't notice the two of you. Wolfwood rubs the stubble on his chin, taking a glance at you. Even in the dim light he can see the unease on your face. A fire between your legs that he started, evident by the way you press your knees together in an attempt to smother it. But it would be such a waste. The thought of you, cheeks pink, head reeling, cunt dripping next to him wanting more, makes his cock flood with need. And, fuck, would he be stupid to pass it up.

You go stiff as you feel Wolfwood's fingers slip behind you. Between you and the seat he reaches down, fingers slipping past the band of your skirt. Your breath hitches as you realize what he's doing.

Vash hears the jolt in your breath and turns. He glances over your form, but other than your pursed lips and stiff back, you seem fine. On the other side of you Wolfwood rests his head in his hand, his elbow against the door, uncaring. Vash returns his gaze out the window.

Wolfwood's slick fingers pass the top of your panties and reach down further beneath your ass. From underneath you, without restriction his fingers finally reach your slick pussy. He runs his fingers through the sopping mess, emphasizing it, making sure you know he can tell how much you want this. And then slides his fingers inside.

You press the back of your hand to your mouth, hoping to cover the mewl that threatens to escape your lips. From this angle his fingers reach deep within you, stirring the need that boils through your core. He starts out gentle, just brushing the parts that have your head spinning. But soon it's clear that his teasing is only making it worse.

God, you're fucking soaked. His hand becomes covered in you, begging for something more, something harder. And, fuck, does he want to give it to you. But no matter how much his dick is starting to hurt he needs you to suffer, just a little bit. He needs you to feel what he felt all fucking day while you bounced around in this short ass skirt. Jutting your hips out every time you bent over even slightly. Jumping onto your toes every time Vash addressed you. Not to mention watching other men take even just a peek at what was his. He needs to make sure you know what you've done, what you've put him through. And engrave into your body just who it belongs to.

Your head is going fuzzy from pleasure and need. He's ruthless in the way he takes you apart with nothing to brace yourself with. Wolfwood is usually the rougher type when he steals you away in the night. But this time he's just brutal, doing everything to wear you down into a begging mess. You need more. You need him.

Your fingers trace over the thick bulge in his pants. Pleased to find the protruding line of his dick already hard and ready. Wolfwood drops his head at your touch. The sigh that passes his lips half full of relief and frustration. With confidence your hand moves towards his belt and pulls it.

Wolfwood snatches your hand, pulling it away. “That's dangerous, babygirl.”

“Keep messing with me and I'll show you dangerous.”

The subtle threat you spit back drives him. You're already so needy you're getting mouthy. Usually after saying something like that he'd shove you down, his hand around your throat, and fuck you hard enough that your eyes would roll back, but he can't, not here, and you know it. Instead, he whips out his cock, stiff and leaking. You press your lips together feeling his fingers slip around your neck.

“You want it so badly? Take it.” You glance around the car, making sure no one else is paying attention to you both. His fingers grip tighter causing your breath to hitch. “Don't you worry about them.” Swiftly and carefully you seat yourself in Wolfwood's lap, his cock between your thighs. He's quick to smooth your skirt over the top of you both. Then presses your legs together, smothering himself against your soaked panties. The tips of his fingers dig into your plush skin as his hips rut into you.

Ah shit. He's not gonna last. Fucking these thighs that have been testing his patience all day, he'll lose it.

It feels so good, the hard tip brushing against your swollen clit, dulled by your panties. Your pussy is clenching in need. You want to be filled, but Wolfwood is so damn cruel. You know he's upset about the skirt, but he was the one who made you wear it! And now he's punishing you for it!

His head smothers into your neck, trying to hide his groans and sighs of pleasure. In no time your thighs are slick with your combined juices and there's no chance of saving your panties nor the skirt. But he can't hold back anymore. He needs to feel you tight around him. Wolfwood reaches under the skirt pulling your panties to the side and adjusting his hips. Before you can even breathe he's thrusting into you. The both of you sent reeling.

You clench tight around him instantly, causing his teeth to bare. Your cunt flutters around him, your eyes rolled back body shuddering. Wolfwood smirks as his hands wrap around your torso.

“Did you just cum? Just from me putting it in?” He asks, his tone full of taunting.

“You prick,” you huff at him, only making his sadistic smirk grow wider. And he thrusts again, throwing your oversensitive body back into the fray. You clamp a hand over your mouth, begging that nothing comes out. He takes you, brutally and silently, knowing how to make you fall apart.

His rough fingers slide up your shirt, pushing the flimsy bralette out of the way to pinch at the pert nipples it did a terrible job of hiding. Your other hand takes his wrist, trying to stop him from making you any more sensitive. Fearing that you may be discovered soon.

His lips trace the back of your neck, kissing and biting until he's sure he's marked your whole shoulder. That way no one can even question who you belong to.

From the corner of his gaze he can see Vash. None the wiser about the inappropriate things being done just next to him. What a shame. It was Vash's idea to get the skirt in the first place. It's rude not to share with him the fruit of his labour.

Wolfwood turns your head, bringing your hazy eyes towards Vash. “Let him have a taste of you too.”

You purse your lips, but you can't deny, you want Vash too. It's a shame you were all chased out of town before you had a chance to mess him up. You'd been craving him all day, making it apparent in the way you'd hold your chest out to him with big sweet eyes, bouncing in the skirt he got for you. The way his cheeks would tinge red and he'd began to stammer would drive you mad with want.

You slip from Wolfwood's lap, your attention on Vash like a tiger stalking their prey. Your hands on the seat as you crawl towards— Without warning Wolfwood grabs your hips and shoves his cock in, throwing you forward into Vash.

The blonde, startled by your sudden weight looks down at your dazed, blissed out expression. His eyes widen as he turns, seeing Wolfwood smirk at him as he thrusts his hips forward again. Your arms wrap around Vash's neck loosely, his cheeks now burning crimson.

“Kiss,” you mewl to him. “Vash. Kiss.”

He's conflicted, but it's evident his turmoil is a losing battle when you look at him like that. His flesh hand caresses your face lifting it so he can slot his lips against yours. Vash covers your moans with his mouth as Wolfwood's cock reaches deeper inside you. Wolfwood grows even harder at the display of Vash crumbling to your needs before him.

Your hand rests on Vash's thigh as he kisses you breathless. Breaking the kiss you lean into his ear. “Mmh~” Your fingers brush over the tent in Vash's pants making his body go rigid.

“Shit. What are you doing?” Vash asks you. Your lips kiss just below his ear.

“Let me make you feel good too. Please?” you ask, desperate to feel him as well. Vash doesn't protest as you pull his zipper down and free his aching cock from the confines of his pants. Your hand wraps around him stroking him. His breath shudders at the contact making you smile, pressing kisses to his jaw.

You bend down eagerly, licking the tip, making Vash's thighs tense. And then you swallow him whole, relaxing your throat to take him all the way in. It hurts a bit but it's worth making Vash throw his head back, hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back his own moans. His hand rests on the back of your head. His dick pulses in your throat while simultaneously Wolfwood thrusts undeniably harder.

You work in tandem, Wolfwood thrusts you forward and down onto Vash. The blonde becomes weak to the motions. His cheeks burning red as he looks out the window with glassy eyes, trying to hide his pleasure. But it becomes evident he wants more as his hips move upwards, trying to push himself deeper into your mouth.

Wolfwood grips your hips painfully tight and smacks his hips into yours causing your limbs to go limp instantly. He's getting close, and he wants you right there on the edge with him.

Little does he know just how ready you are. Stuck between your two favorite men, pleasing them with your body, it's enough to make anyones head spin.

Vash's hand tightens in your hair signaling his own approaching release. One more hard thrust has all of you cumming. Both men filling either side of you as your mind goes numb.

You float through your daze, feeling a simultaneous ache in your pussy and your throat. Your head rests against Vash's shoulder the blonde feeling like he's shaking beneath you. Once your head clears enough you look up at him. His hand pressed tightly to his lips and eyes glassy as if he's either in pain or going to cry. It alarms you so you lift your head only to see his dick still standing straight up, tip red and angry.

It wasn't enough and he's so hard, ready to burst, that it hurts. Luckily, you think you can manage another.

Shifting over to Vash you straddle his thighs his face showing surprise and imminent relief. You take his cheeks, kissing his lips feather light. “I've got you. You only need to ask.” You reassure him just as you sink onto his cock. The stretch burns in the wake of your second orgasm, making your head fall to his shoulder. Vash huffs and pants, the sensation immediately too much for his sensitivity. God, he needs you, he needs more of you. His arms wrap around your back, one gripping your waist the other your shoulder and he plunges you deeper onto him. Your body tenses at the depth of his cock within you.

“S-Sorry. I'm sorry,” Vash mutters into your ear. “I need you.” He snaps his hips upward and you realize you've made a grave mistake.

Vash loses his reason to the pleasure, quickly, and you start to loose consciousness with the way his tip hits your cervix. He pummels his need into you, holding your arms at your side so that you're helpless against him, not that you'd stop him anyway. The pain and pleasure mix so good you're growing addicted to the way every other part of your body turns numb.

Tears drip down your cheeks, as you beg him for release. Whether you're begging for his or yours no longer matters. You want this pleasure to peak so badly you can taste it. Or maybe that's just you biting his neck, trying to find something to ground yourself.

Vash's cock grows impossibly bigger inside you making silent cries fall from your lips as he snaps his hips once more throwing you both over the edge. He fills you up, a relentless amount, the kind that's determined to keep you, make you his forever. And all of it only makes your orgasm all the harder. Your face smothered into his shoulder, trying to silence yourself the best you can as Vash's struggled groans fill your ear. The sound itself so sexy you could listen to it always.

But your mind is getting fuzzier than before, exhaustion suddenly taking you. You slump against Vash, eyes already closed, sleep floating you away.

After a while Vash finally stops cumming. His hands rub against your back before realizing just how deep in sleep you are. Not that he can blame you. With great care he lifts your head, sliding you off his lap and into the seat next to him. Your head against his arm. Wolfwood fixes your clothes and brushes his fingers down your face, knowing the mess they'll have to deal with whenever they get where they're going.

One simultaneous thought in agreement between the three of you.

Skirts are dangerous.

#trigun stampede #trigun #trigun fanfiction #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #vash x reader x wolfwood

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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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your memory is ecstasy

Pairing: Richard Jackdaw x f!MC

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, Sex With A Ghost

Summary: i blame the jackdaw girlies for this one (i love you all). pretty much just a couple thousand words of Sex With A Ghost™

“Someone like me, I can only look,” he tells you softly. “I’ll never touch.” “Looking is something, I suppose,” you reply. “If – if you wanted, I’d let you look.” “You would, hmm?” he murmurs as he leans toward you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a tempting offer. Years, in fact.” “That’s a shame,” you answer as your eyes dart down to his lips. “Let me, then.”

Most of the time, the detention chamber in the dungeons beneath the Great Hall is one of the coldest rooms in the entire castle. On nights like this, however, with countless ghosts congregating just down the hallway, there’s an additional chill in the air.

At Sir Nicholas’ invitation, you’d joined the Headless Hunt for one of their frequent parties deep beneath the castle. Your thoughtful offering of some rotten roast beef from the kitchens had been much appreciated by the men of the Hunt, but it wasn’t long after you arrived that the gaggle of ghostly women in their centuries-old fashions started to draw their eyes toward the dance floor.

One who doesn’t float toward the center of the room is Richard Jackdaw. Instead, he sits in an alcove far away from the ghostly banquet table, and when you make your way over to politely thank him once more for his help in your search back in your fifth year, he invites you to join him for a pint.

“Do the house elves bring you this mead?” you ask curiously, pouring yourself a mugful from a very real bottle on the table.

“I’m not actually sure where it comes from,” he answers. “But whenever a live one such as yourself joins us and pours some, it’s always fun. Makes this wretched dungeon smell a lot more like a real pub.”

“Well, then I’m happy to be of service,” you say as you raise your glass in cheers to him.

The two of you fall into an easy conversation while you drink. You ask him questions about his postmortem adventures with the Hunt, and he listens as you tell him about your more recent explorations along the Clagmar Coast.

“May I ask, what does your Slytherin paramour think about all this adventuring?” he asks you with a cheeky grin. “I see you didn’t bring him this evening.”

“O-oh, we’re not – I’m not courting anyone,” you quickly explain. “We’re just friends.”

“I think that may be news to the poor young man,” Richard laughs. “But I’ll take your word for it.”

Eventually, the more boisterous members of the Hunt kick up a frenzy as they argue over the outcome of their latest journey to the Forbidden Forest, challenging each other to duels with their transparent swords drawn.

“What do you say we continue this conversation somewhere a bit quieter?” Richard offers. “I’ve no interest in participating in yet another pointless skirmish.”

“I know a place,” you offer, and moments later he joins you in the detention chamber, luckily devoid of any delinquent students at this late hour.

As you place an anti-unlocking charm on the door, you call out, “I suspect you probably spent many hours here as a student.”

“Guilty as charged,” he laughs.

You take a seat in the middle of the room on the cold tile floor. Compared to the ghosts’ party, this room feels several degrees warmer, and the cool stones feel quite nice against your palms as you sit cross-legged across from Richard, who floats a few millimeters above the ground.

“They’ve been particularly restless lately,” he says apologetically, nodding in the direction of the dungeon party. “Always trying to show off, especially when one of the most beautiful living girls in the castle chooses to grace us with her presence.”

You blush softly and duck your head.

“I could watch you blush all day,” he says boldly. “What a breathtaking thing it is to blush — to be alive, really.”

Suddenly you can understand how Richard earned himself his reputation as a shameless rake in his time.

“Were you this flirtatious during your time?” you ask him, unable to hide your grin. “You and your Apollonia?”

He snorts derisively. “Apollonia was never mine, in any sense of the word.”

That makes you pause, curious.

“Richard,” you ask softly. “Have you ever… when you were alive, were you ever, er – with a woman?”

“Was I with a woman?” he asks, bemused. “Do you mean in the company of women? Quite a few, as it happens.”

“No,” you say, laughing nervously. “I – I meant, did you ever know a woman? Biblically.”

You’re thankful that the semi-darkness of the room hides how your blushing cheeks go even redder.

“Ah,” he murmurs. “You mean sexually.”

“I do,” you whisper. “It’s… just that you seem–”

“I wasn’t,” Richard interjects. “In my time, a century ago now, it wasn’t appropriate. I hadn’t married, I wanted to finish school first, and… and I thought I’d have plenty of time.”

“You should have,” you say softly.

“That’s my own damn fault,” he says with a rueful grin. “But it’s neither here nor there. To answer your question, I never had any relations with a woman. I’d wanted to, especially with Apollonia, and in a vague sense with plenty of gorgeous women I knew back then.”

You shift a bit, drawing your knees closer together. “So, you… you never even saw a woman?”

Richard purses his lips. “Well, I shan’t say that.”

“Oh?” you ask.

“Being a ghost does come with some perks,” he teases. “Over the years I’ve drifted in and out of countless spaces that amorous couples thought would be private. I’ve even been invited into some such spaces by curious schoolgirls like you.”

“Richard!�� you squawk. “You’ve had affairs with students?!”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he teases you. “Darling, you’re hardly the first witch to develop a crush on this ill-fated adventurer.”

You pout and lean in closer. The cold emanating from his body is strange, but not unwelcome.

“Someone like me, I can only look,” he tells you softly. “I’ll never touch.”

“Looking is something, I suppose,” you reply. “If – if you wanted, I’d let you look.”

“You would, hmm?” he murmurs as he leans toward you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a tempting offer. Years, in fact.”

“That’s a shame,” you answer as your eyes dart down to his lips. “Let me, then.”

Richard watches you with dark eyes as you carefully stand up from the floor. He tugs his ascot loose while you slip your dress up over your head, and he smiles amusedly when you tap the tip of your wand against your back to make your corset go slack.

“If there’s a silver lining to becoming a ghost,” he drawls, “it’s that I’ve been given the chance to see how fashion for you witches has become more and more revealing over the years.”

“I’ve heard Muggle women are bringing up their skirts higher and higher,” you tease him, mimicking your words by pulling the slip of your chemise up to the tops of your thighs.

As you tug the garment up over your head and let it fall to the ground, Richard sits back on his hands and nods toward his lap – a blatant invitation. While you can’t actually sit, you’re able to kneel across his opaque form as if you were straddling him. The cold emanating from his body isn’t bothersome like this, you think; it’s more like a soothing balm, against your skin where you’re radiating heat.

“Can you feel that?” you ask him softly. “Where I’m warm?”

“No,” he tells you, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him look downcast all evening. “But I can see you.”

With your pile of clothes happily abandoned, you’re fully nude straddling his form. Where other men might ordinarily put their hands on you, you’re left wanting for touch. Nevertheless his pale eyes roam over your form and fill you with a heat that seems inconceivable given his ghostly pallor.

“Lovely,” he says appraisingly. “What I’d give to feel you, feel the weight of you on top of me.”

“Richard,” you sigh happily. “Tell me more.”

“Hmm, what should I tell you?” he wonders aloud. “Would you think me wicked if I told you how much I wish I could press my lips to your breast until you’re writhing in my lap?”

“No,” you whine. “No, I wouldn’t, I want you to.”

“Touch yourself, then,” he instructs.

Richard groans under his breath while you cup your breasts in your hands, tracing your thumbs across your hardening nipples until they peak so temptingly just in front of his mouth. You know you’re getting wet between your thighs, and you wonder what will happen when your arousal becomes so much that you threaten to drip – ordinarily you’d simply stain your lover’s trousers with it, but this time you suspect you’ll leave a filthy mess on the floor.

The thought makes you squirm and moan.

“That’s it,” Richard murmurs. “Now, do you like touching yourself elsewhere, dear one?”

“Yes,” you admit with a shy smile. “Though now every time I do, I’ll imagine a deviant ghost may be watching me.”

“You won’t need to imagine,” he says cheekily. “Will you show me?”

You sit back on your heels before sitting down on the cold floor, letting your legs spread while you prop yourself up with one hand. Your other hand traces down the front of your body to the apex of your thighs. When you touch your entrance and discover how slick you are already, you shiver.

“Merlin’s beard,” he grits out. “Your cunt looks positively greedy. I’m sure you’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you keen, hungrily eyeing his translucent hand as he reaches toward your body.

Richard scoffs under his breath. “Men like Nicholas, the others in the Hunt, they’ve had actual lifetimes to enjoy the body of a woman.”

You shiver as he traces his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, goosebumps rising in the wake of his supernaturally chilling, yet not-quite-there touch.

“They’ve had conquests, they’ve had… love, I suppose,” he continues. “But not me.”

“Richard,” you whimper, high and needy and utterly shameless.

“And now, they spend their days and nights trying to coax you sweet, obliging little schoolgirls into bringing them rotten meats,” he says, a derisive sneer on his lips. “As if we even have appetites for food anymore. Trust me, lovely, that sort of thing fades.”

He shifts closer while you rub slow circles over your clit, watching how your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“But this, this never fades,” Richard confesses. “If I could put my lips to your skin and taste you here.. Darling, I’d sooner starve rather than chase the taste of anything else on my tongue.”

“Come closer,” you plead. “Just – as close as you can.”

You sit back on one elbow and keep your other hand between your thighs. With your fingers you spread yourself open, gasping softly as the cold air reaches the sensitive skin near your entrance.

“Bloody hell,” he grumbles. “You’re a fierce temptress, love.”

He leans in close to the apex of your thighs — so close that the tip of his nose could trace along the delicate crease of your hip, if he could truly lay his hands on your skin.

“I could swear I can smell you,” he says in a low voice. “Merlin, you smell like… like musk, and sweat, and skin. Sex. All this humanity, I could get drunk on it.”

“I wish you could taste me,” you confess. “I wish you’d put your tongue on me – in me, even.”

“I would,” he tells you. “I’d pleasure you however I could, with my mouth or my hands or… Anything you like, I’d give it to you.”

You slide two fingers inside yourself, curling them inward and whimpering as you press against the sensitive spot deep inside you that makes you wail when you’re alone in your bed, Muffliato cast to keep your roommates none the wiser.

“I want to see you,” you admit to him. “C-can you – are you able to…?”

“Yes,” he tells you. “Yes, I can touch myself. Shall I show you?”

You grind the heel of your palm against your clit while Richard opens the front of his trousers. When he sits back on his knees between your thighs, he lets you take a look at his hard length.

“Merlin, I want to touch you,” you sigh. “Or taste you.”

Richard smirks at you as he starts to slowly stroke himself. “I’ll have you know, I used to wonder whether women craved men’s bodies the way we so desperately crave yours. Women in my time would never dream of admitting it, but you nineteenth-century girls are so… eager.”

For a while you both fall silent, letting the other watch while you bring yourselves pleasure with your hands. Richard’s eyes are fixed firmly on your entrance as you pump two and eventually three fingers inside yourself, desperate moans tumbling from your lips. While he watches, he fucks his hand in time with your movements. What little you can see of his core is taught and well defined, and you think it’s an unbearable shame that he was killed before he had the chance to use his body for what it seems to so clearly have been built for.

“Please,” you beg, for nothing in particular. “Please, Richard.”

“Go on, love,” he grunts. He sounds for all the world like one of today’s wizards – alluring, commanding, firm. “Show me, I want to see you let go.”

You collapse onto your back as your orgasm is wrenched from you, arching against the stone while you buck against your hand and, as you’d predicted, leave a telltale mess on the ancient floor. Richard leans over you and drags his eyes down the length of your body before squeezing them shut and coming into his hand with a broken moan.

(There’s no mess from him, which isn’t really a surprise, but is still dissatisfying.)

After you’ve both redressed and have found a new spot on the floor to sit side by side, you ask him, “Is it… when you, er, climax, is it as good as when you were alive?”

“Quite honestly, I can’t remember,” he says with a laugh. “I suspect the answer is no, but since it’s been so long, I’m content with what I’ve got.”

“So what you’re saying is that we could do this again?” you ask with a teasing smile. “Perhaps tomorrow night, after everyone’s gone to bed…?”

“I’ll come find you,” he promises you with a matching grin on his lips. “Of course, you needn’t wait for me to get started, should you feel inspired.”

You whisper back, “If fact, I may do just that.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy smut #richard jackdaw #richard jackdaw x reader #richard jackdaw x you #richard jackdaw x mc #my fic #GHOST SEX LET'S GOOOOOO

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darksigns-exe · 10 months

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All The Things Yet To Come - Nicholas Ruffilo x OFC

Paring: Nicholas Ruffilo x OFC

Warnings: Might lead to hyperglycaemia (it’s just that sweet okay), none

Word Count: 887

Nick had known for a long time that she was his endgame, call him a sappy romantic fool but when you’ve been with someone for as long as they’ve been together you just know.

Nick doesn't make a secret of the fact that he likes the more comfortable things in life. He doesn’t need a lot to be happy. Most days all he needs is his girl, a nice movie and a cozy corner in their living room.

It’s the thing he looks forward to the most after a tour. Sure he loves the boys but the calm little space they’ve created for themselves out here beats the open road by miles.

He’s got his head in Mari’s lap, her fingers in his hair and there’s no place he’d rather be. They’d spent the weekend holed up here, just coming down from all the stress of touring. Their reunion had, as one would expect, not just been lovey dovey. As a first order of business they’d consecrated the dining table and then the counter and then the sofa.

He presses a kiss to her still bare thigh, just above the tattoo he’d given her too many years ago. She’d touched it up at some point, he thinks.

Sometimes he thinks that Noah is right when he calls them an old married couple. Maybe he should ask her some time, even though he knows that they don’t really need that kind of formality. It’d be nice to make it official. Nick had known for a long time that she was his endgame, call him a sappy romantic fool but when you’ve been with someone for as long as they’ve been together you just know. And the sacrifices she has made and continues to make from them only testament it farther. She’d paid half their rent when the band went to L.A., stayed behind in Virginia and worked her ass off so that they could do this without too much worrying. From the first time they started hanging out way back when she’d fit into their little group, made sure that everyone ate, that they slept enough and put their heads back on straight whenever necessary.

Truth be told they’d pretty much been a done deal since he’d asked her out for the first time so he doesn’t really know what’s stopped him from asking her all these years. He thinks that it might have been, at least in a very convoluted way, a fear of being judged by the others. Nick knows, of course, that when Folio calls her mom it’s in pure jest and love, but sometimes he thinks that the rest of them take it all a little bit too easy.

The only one out of the four them that had any kind of grounds to relate to him was Jolly. He has the utmost respect for how long they’ve managed to go long distance. Hell and heaven know that Nick starts getting a little restless when he goes longer than a day without talking to her.

Noah and Bee are a different topic all together. He’s glad that they’ve finally managed to figure their shit out. They’re good for each other, make each other just that little bit better. And seeing Noah positively beaming is just an added bonus. The guy deserves a little happiness after the shit he’s already seen.

And then there’s Nick. He worries sometimes that the guy will end up with some girl just to have someone. He knows how much the youngest of the bunch wants the whole deal. A pretty girl, a house, a dog, big yard and all that shit. He’d spilled his guts one night on the bus and Nicholas was sure that he was one step away from breaking into tears about it.

He looks up at Mari. It clicks into place then. He wants to ask her, not because he feels like he has to but because he wants to. He wants it for them, no one else. Doesn’t matter if it’d be just the two of them there or all of their friends and family. It’d be nice to have it on paper.

Nicholas catches her hand when it passes over his chest. She looks down at him with those big brown eyes that have been his ruin since day one.

His eyes find their joined hands. There’s a little scar on her middle finger from an unfortunate accident with a knife. And then there’s one of the many tattoos he’d given her. His own skin is littered with her work.

They’ve already written their promises all over each other's skin. Another one on paper doesn’t sound so bad.

Maybe he could have planned something more, he could have actually bought a ring or put some thought into what he could say. But elaborate speeches and pretty diamond rings haven’t ever been their thing. He could probably propose with a little thing made from sticks and leaves and she’d say yes. He has none of those things, but the moment feels right.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Her thumb grazes across the back of his hand.

He draws in one final breath before the plunge. He knows her answer, but it still feels a little terrifying. Like standing on the edge of a pool and knowing that you will get wet but not knowing just how cold the water is.

“Marry me?”

The words sit between them for a second, then two and then she smiles.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#bad omens fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo x ofc #Nicholas Ruffilo fluff #this might be up there with the sappiest shit I’ve ever written #baby boy is in love okay #mari and nick

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Hello! Can I please request a Nicho one where he comes home after a long day and he is comforted by you? Like he falls down into your arms and you play with his hair until he relaxes against you. Just some comfort fluff

COMFORT IN YOUR ARMS | NICHOLAS. &TEAM

warning : nothing but fluff !! ♡

word count : 1.1k

The door flew open with a dark silhouette casting against the floor.

Nicholas threw his shoes in restless manner and drags himself across the hallway—searching for someone.

“I’m home.” his voice echoed throughout the house, yet no answer was given in return signifying that your presence was nowhere. His exhausted mind deduced that you might be having matters outside and so he decided to wait for you, sprawling himself on the couch. His fluttering eyelashes looks up to the circular motion of the ceiling fan, remnants of how his day went about had him sighing, one that was audible enough to hear in the living room along any other signs of life.

Nicholas tried his best to sleep yet the stress engulfed his head to the point his shutted eyes blew open yet again, darting lazily around the space; observing every object on top of cupboards, shelf, and the table before him. The greeny hues of the plant glint against the marmalade rays peering out from the window, adding more to his perspective of gloomy atmosphere.

The door creaks opened and Nicholas was quick to notice, turning his head over to the entrance—he wanted to stand up and greet you yet his feet remained glued on the carpet, betraying his initial wishes. His body remain limp and firm on the comfort of the couch. Normally he’ll be the first one to open the door for you whenever he heard the audible dangling of your car keys, and yet he didn’t even hear it this time.

“I’m home!” You exclaimed after taking a deep inhale through your nose, excitement fueled your body as Nicholas should’ve been home by now. And he did. There he was with his familiar soft ruffled hair peeking out on top of the couch, that sight itself had you suppressing your giggle as he could be sleeping right now.

“Hey, love.”

Or maybe not, you eliminated the initial idea of pranking him. “How was your day, Nicho?”

“Good, how's yours?” You held the need to frown at the way his voice sounded gloomy, low in volume almost like a breathless sigh.

“Tiring! But it's okay, anyways how was it, your work?” You asked him as you place your coat on the rack, pulling your heels away and placing it neatly in the shoe rack along with Nicholas’.

“Awful.” From the couch, he replied yet in the same low tone but this time with traces of hoarseness in it that had you asking him to repeat it one more time yet he brushes it off and opted to ask instead about something else. Yet you were not letting this go based on how his usual beaming face are now contorted into dull and gloomy expression, one that had your heart drooping in realisation.

“Did something happen?” The couch flattened a few inches down as you seated yourself beside Nicholas’ sprawled form, your lips pursed in concern as you notice the lack of rays within his fixated orbs on the ceiling.

A few beats of silence passed.

You waited in patience, for him to pull himself out from his dull shell, and he notice this as he finally break his prolonged gaze from the ceiling to you, and you didn’t miss how his gaze softened in a miniscule detail that may seem insignificant yet one that your heart wholly catches up in a millisecond, those traces of love never falters despite the lack of speech.

“Just,” He spoke, yet once again in a breathless speech paired with a following sigh. “Quite exhausting.”

That’s all, that’s all he said.

And that was all you needed for you to lean in and wrap your arms around his sprawled form, your other hand pulling his neck for his head to rest on the side of your shoulder. You placed your chin on top of his head, giving him as much physical contact as possible.

This moment was where asking more questions are not needed, probably as you wouldn’t even be able to understand where exactly did it hit him that he became this way today as you two were in a completely different field of work yet it was enough for you to understand why he was this way—that's why a hug was all you can give for him to understand that you are here for him—despite not being able to understand much.

“It’s okay.” Your voice serves as a melodic hymn, soothing to Nicholas’s ear chords—his silent heart skipping a few beats in a rapid speed, swelling it almost immediately. You rubbed his hair in a tender circular motion that had his lips pouting almost immediately. “You did well, no, you did more than great today. So, let’s get our well deserved rest for today, hm?”

Nicholas nodded slightly, indulging himself in his own home—you.

He pushes himself a few more inches closer to you, resting his head deeper on your shoulder despite the already close proximity. You giggled at his neediness for you and at the way his feathery ruffled hair brushes against the side of your neck, the way his long fingers find it’s way around yours, rubbing your palms together that generates an electrifying sensation of romances and comfort. His body heat mingled with yours, producing a safe amount of serotonin boost that manifests its way to the corner of your lips. A physical manifestation that this boy actually existed, right before you, and beside you.

A few beats of silence passed into minutes, no words were exchanged, only manifesting each other’s love through the interlaced hands. His thumb rubbed against finger,

His voice vibrated against your neck causing you to slightly pull away, giggling at the tickleness of it. You caressed his soft hair, hushing him to sleep yet the boy in your arms doesn’t seem to be falling into slumber anytime soon. Yet you didn’t question nor say anything as this silent yet comforting moment weighs in extreme importance for you and him—just you and him, in this home built upon the foundation of bond, love, and mutual understanding.

A serene atmosphere that eventually had you drifting to sleep with your head on top of Nicholas, indulging yourself in this one in a lifetime opportunity of true love.

He notices this as his eyes fluttered open, now a lingering spark floating in his orbs as he slightly lifted his head to take a glimpse at your sleeping face, one that he grew to adore. The corner of his lips arched up in a tiny yet satisfied smile, squirming a little as to let his fingers grabbed the folded blanket on the side of the couch, pulling it to cover on the two of you as silent as he could—in hopes that it would provide you a little warmth as the grey clouds begins to cover the marmalade shade of the skies, and the weather cooling down along with it.

With that, he settles down and interlaces his fingers back into yours, burying his head back on your neck as he drifted back to sleep with the widest smile adorning his lips.

"Thank you, (Name)."

#&team #andteam #andteam nicholas #&team nicholas #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #andteam fluff #andteam fanfic #andteam reactions #&team scenarios #&team fluff

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 22

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Past Sexual Harassment, Past Physical Violence, Masturbation (M)

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Day 204

Leah filled an entire shopping cart with vegetables, cheese, chips and all the fixings for a massive taco feast. That was, everything except the meat. For that, they stopped at a butcher shop on the way back. Sy hadn’t expected for things to still be so domestic after his conversation with Leah over breakfast but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sy was sure he’d misheard Leah when she told the man she needed six flank steaks but, as it turned out, it was no mistake. The small army Leah had referred to was not much of an exaggeration. Apparently, they were expecting up to thirty people which was about half the population of Warhorse.

It was a good thing they had taken Caleb’s car instead of his rental. They wouldn’t have been able to fit the multiple cases of beer, wine, juice and soda in addition to the groceries. It was also simpler to leave anything not perishable in the car rather than hull it in and out of the house.

By lunch time, they had finished their assigned task, the flank steaks had been put in the fridge to marinate and the two of them were back cuddling on the couch after eating a few sandwiches.

To Leah’s surprise, in addition to loving fantasy books, Sy was a bit of a history buff. He found a show about some famous British king and, though Leah had never heard of it, the leading men were pretty to look at so she was willing to give it a shot.

After the first episode, Leah began to feel restless. The show was interesting and, let’s be honest, the money shot twenty minutes in didn’t hurt at all, but she just felt like they should have been doing something… more.

“I guess this wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when you flew out here to see me.”

Sy looked down at Leah over her shoulder but with her back to his chest and her gaze stubbornly fixed forward, he couldn’t read her expression.

“What do you mean?” he asked, tightening the arm he had wrapped around her waist while sliding his other hand over her stomach.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, resting her head against his shoulder. “It feels like in the movies the people who get two weeks of romance before they have to go their separate ways spend them having all these big adventures or fucking like rabbits and we’re just sitting at home watching the X-rated version of British history.”

“To be fair, if we’d had X-rated history in school I might have actually learned something.”

Sy’s attempt to lighten the mood didn’t do much good. Leah still chewed the inside of her cheek like it was an olympic sport.

He pulled Leah up onto his lap, stroking his thumb over the outside of her abused cheek.

“Babygirl, when our two weeks are over, we don’t go our separate ways, we go back to Warhorse.” Sy pressed a kiss to her temple, threading his fingers through her hair. “We don’t need adventures while we’re home because we get enough life-threatening missions while we’re away.” The tip of his nose brushed the shell of her ear as he moved to kiss the side of her neck. “And you don’t need to compare us to a Nicholas Sparks movie as fitting as it might seem.”

Busted. She hadn’t expected for him to know what she was referring to but clearly he was well versed in cheesy military romances.

“It’s a book too,” she grumbled.

“Oh?” Sy smirked against her skin, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “Well if it’s a book then we should be following it step by step. Although that Dear John letter might not have the same effect if you hand it to me on base.”

Leah shook her head, slipping from his grasp and moving to stand away with her arms crossed over her chest. “We won’t physically be apart but we won’t be together either. We can’t be so what are we supposed to do then? Am I supposed to sneak into your room after lights out and sneak back before anybody wakes up? Do we go back to how things were before we left?”

Sy pulled her back to him, flipping Leah onto her back and slotting himself between her legs so she wouldn’t be tempted to run again. Okay, maybe she hadn’t run so much as pulled away but he wasn’t letting it happen again. “I wish I had an answer to that, darlin’.” He moved a stray piece of hair out of her face, gazing down at her in such a way that she already knew what he would say next. And for once, it didn’t scare her. “I just know that I love you and that I’m not ready to let ya go.”

“Yeah?” she asked, in barely a whisper.

“Yeah…” He’d never said those words to a woman before and he was suddenly worried he’d spoken too soon.

Thankfully, the cutest little shy smile pulled at Leah’s lips. “I love you too.”

“Yeah?” he repeated, leading Leah to playfully slap his shoulder.

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

Leah felt more than heard Sy’s appreciative rumble. “Yes ma’am,” he growled before sealing his lips over hers.

Her hands snuck up his shirt, exploring the vast expanse of his back. Pinned under his comforting weight, there was no space left between them but she still tried to pull him closer by wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Ignore that,” Sy mumbled when his erection pressed against her covered core.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’m gonna anyway.”

By some twisted coincidence, breathless moans coming from the television pulled their attention away from each other and over to the screen where the King was being generously served by a woman on her knees.

Sy broke away from Leah’s hold, reaching for the remote and switching the show off. As he dropped back onto the couch, he took a deep breath, grateful for the moment of reprieve before he blew his load in his pants. Before they could get back to what they were doing, footsteps coming from the upper floor alerted them to the time.

“Shit, I need to get the car loaded. Caleb’s gonna be fussing with his hair until the last possible second so he won’t think to do it himself.”

“I should uh… I should go shower.”

Not wanting to draw attention to the little situation he would obviously be dealing with while he was in there, Leah simply nodded and moved towards the kitchen.

“Oh!” Sy looked up towards where Leah stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “Wear something warm and pull out some stuff for overnight. I’ll put it in a bag for later.”

Intrigued, the Captain made his way upstairs to get his clothes. As he walked by the half-open bathroom door, he saw Caleb bent over the counter as he styled his hair, wearing only a towel. With a smile on his face, Sy riffled through his duffle, tossing some clothes on the bed and taking his nicest jeans and henley to change into after his shower.

As he stepped under the spray in the small first floor shower, Sy was still at half-mast. As soon as he replayed the moment where Leah told him she loved him, he was back to granite. He put a hand on the wall and wrapped the other around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze. There was no time to draw things out, he just needed a clear head for the rest of the night.

Leah might have thought he shut off the show to avoid making her uncomfortable but the truth was that he shut it off to stop picturing Leah on her knees for him. He would wrap that hair he loved so much around his fist and use it to move her head over his shaft.

The water rolled down his back as his muscle clenched with every stroke up and down his length. Sy released a shaky breath when his thumb slid over his tip just right. He slowly repeated the motion a few more times, causing his ass to clench as his hips bucked forward of their own accord.

“Shit,” he hissed, his head falling forward.

Closing his eyes, Sy envisioned Leah’s tongue darting out to taste the beads of precum dripping from his slit. Then her lips would wrap around the head and she would sink down the length of his dick, going further and further each time. Her small hand would work the bottom half of his shaft and when she would be done making him nice and wet, she would take her hand away and sink down until he hit the back of her throat.

Before he even realized he was close, Sy was shooting his load onto the shower wall. A shiver ran down his entire body as a choked moan escaped his lips.

“Holy shit.”

Though his chest was still heaving, Sy couldn’t afford to waste any more time. He quickly rinsed the shower wall and used the available bottle of body wash to clean himself and his beard.

Sy stepped out of the bathroom just as a voice sounded from the second floor.

“Leah, come on we gotta go!” Caleb ran down the stairs with his hair perfectly styled but his shirt not yet fully buttoned. “Where the hell did I put my wallet?”

“Your wallet is with your keys on the table. The car is loaded and the electric cooler is plugged in for the cold stuff. We’ll meet you there.”

That made Caleb freeze halfway through putting his shoes on. “The fuck you are.” He marched back towards the kitchen where Leah sat at the table. “Look, I know you weren’t legal yet but we made a deal when you got that death machine and we agreed you’d never drive it after drinking ever no matter how little and especially not at night.”

Sy didn’t appreciate the raised voice and was tempted to intervene but he knew better than to get in between fighting siblings or to fight Leah’s battle for her. Leah, however, didn’t at all seem phased by her brother’s outburst, crossing her arms and waiting for him to finish his rant.

“Do you have any idea how many motorcycle accidents we get in the ER and what kind of damage the riders get? Broken bones, concussions, road rash… that’s the injuries the lucky ones get. The unlucky ones go straight to the morgue.”

“Are you done?” she asked, standing and walking around the table.

Caleb looked taken aback by his sister’s calm tone.

“Sy has a rental car which he can use to drive us but I was thinking we could take the long way there with my bike and stay at the cabin tonight.”

“Oh.” Caleb let out a relieved sigh, wiping a hand down his face. He hadn’t automatically assumed she would be staying the night since the cabin only had one bedroom and they normally just made the half hour drive back so they could each sleep in their own beds. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell like that.” He pulled Leah into a hug, muttering an ‘I love you’ into her hair.

If Sy had to venture a guess, he would say that their open affection came from the unexpected loss of their dad. Caleb was obviously terrified something might happen to Leah as well. And who could blame him considering the things he witnessed every day working in a hospital emergency room?

“Do you ride?” Leah asked once she saw Caleb off.

Sy nodded. “I got my bike license before I got my car license.”

“So… What do you think about riding up together?”

With a sigh, he caught Leah by the hips, pulling her closer. She responded by clasping her hands around Sy’s neck.

“Darlin’, I’m willin’ to put my male pride aside for a lot of things ‘cause I know you’re tough as hell and independent to a fault but I draw the line at ridin’ bitch.”

He was expecting some kind of snappy retort at his choice of words but Leah just smirked.

“Who said you’d be the one ridin’ bitch?”

Now that sounded like an amazing idea. Leah’s bike didn’t have anything for a passenger to hold onto so she would be forced to wrap her arms around him if she wanted to stay in her seat.

“Well if you’re offerin’ so nicely.”

After Leah found her spare helmet and set up a GPS on the front of her bike, they packed their change of clothes in a backpack and set off for the evening. It didn’t take long to realize why Leah had suggested the ride. The fall colors were gorgeous along the open road. As a bonus, Leah’s body was pressed flush against his back, her legs framing his and her gloved hands fisted in his old leather jacket.

Sy was almost disappointed when Leah pointed out the dirt path that led off through the trees.

“Finally,” Caleb said as they walked in. He was halfway through the back door, holding a stack of what looked like four by fours in his arms. “L I need you to cut up the vegetables while me and Lachlan finish setting up the yard. Camden will be here soon with the stereo equipment.”

Out in the yard, Caleb’s friend was raking the leaves, while Caleb began attaching what Sy now knew to be legs to a table top.

“There isn’t much room in here so we take the legs off the tables when we store them. It also makes them easier to bring in and out of the cabin.”

Leah had obviously realized what he was looking at while she began pulling the vegetables out of the grocery bags.

“Why not just use folding tables?” he asked, taking everything over to the sink to be washed.

“Folding tables are expensive for what they are. Plus they’re often really narrow so my dad custom built three different tables that were the same size and could be attached together with brackets. With a power drill, it doesn’t take much longer to set up.”

Leah was almost done chopping the peppers and onions when the next person arrived, letting himself in.

The man gave a general greeting to the guys who’d come back inside to wash their hands before dropping his bags and moving to stand behind Leah. He put both hands over Leah’s ears and turned to Caleb.

“Why is Leah in the kitchen?” he stage whispered.

Caleb laughed, waving off the man’s concern. “Relax, she’s getting the vegetables ready. No cooking involved, only her scary knife skills.”

“Oh, well that’s fine.” He removed his hands and set them on her shoulders instead. “Hey Killer, welcome home.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek before unpacking his supplies.

“Fuck you, I’m not that bad a cook,” she said, shooting a glare at the older man.

“Says the girl who managed to make a salad inedible.”

“You mix up the sugar and the salt one time…” she grumbled under her breath, looking back towards the cutting board.

Sy couldn’t help but smile at the adorable way she was pouting.

“Why does everyone call you Killer?” he asked, both genuinely curious and wanting to draw the attention away from Leah’s apparently lacking culinary skills.

A blush crept up Leah’s cheeks as she expertly sliced onions into long, even strips.

“It’s not everyone, just the guys who were around while I was in my freshman year of high school.”

“That doesn’t answer his question though,” Lachlan pointed out.

When Leah remained silent, Camden took over.

“One day, while me and our friend Niki were studying at his house, he got a call from Leah’s school asking him to come in because they couldn’t reach Caleb. When we get there, the principal calls Niki in and starts telling him how Leah was getting suspended because she attacked another student. The guy starts going on about how they will have to involve social workers if we can’t keep Leah in line and says that she needs a strong hand to keep her emotional outbursts in check. So Niki pulls me and Leah in and asks what caused the altercation. Turns out, the principal’s son had been calling Leah ‘doll’ despite her telling him numerous times to stop.”

“That’s when Niki asked if I was the only one being punished for what happened which was a stupid question seeing as they knew exactly who his son was and they knew for a fact that he could get away with murder.”

Camden hummed in agreement. “I was pre-law at the time so I gave him some speech about sexual harassment being a gateway to rape and that by not addressing the harassment he was condoning it and fostering a hostile study environment. It spooked him enough that he agreed to drop her suspension. Anyway once we left the school Niki made a comment about how Leah had every right to go Chucky on his punk ass. Killer kind of stuck after that.”

Never in a million years would Sy have guessed that Leah’s nickname would come from ‘killer doll’. In a way, it was kind of brilliant that they would use it as a way to praise her for sticking up for herself.

He remembered how Leah had said she’d isolated herself after their dad had died and realized it was probably a result of that asshole principal threatening to involve social services instead of admitting his own son had done something wrong.

“I’d never seen Niki so angry before,” Caleb chimed in. “When I got home from my midterm he looked about ready to hunt the kid down himself.”

“Still would have been better than Gage being the one to do it.”

“Fuck,” Caleb shook his head, clearly in agreement with Lachlan’s comment, “dad would have brought him back just to kill him all over again.”

When the three men stepped out to unload the stereo equipment, Sy slipped in behind Leah, putting his hands on her hips. “Is it all pet names that make you go serial killer or just ‘doll’?”

Leah looked outside, making sure Caleb was still out of earshot before she set the knife down and turned to face Sy.

“I lost my shit that day because he told me that if I wanted guys to notice me I should be a good little doll and only open my mouth when I wanted someone to stick something in it. I didn’t want any of them to worry more than necessary so I never told them.”

“Jesus,” he pulled Leah closer as if wanting to shield her from the memory, “I think that just ruined the word doll for me.”

He rested his forehead against Leah’s, taking a deep breath.

“That’s okay, I like ‘darling’ better anyway. Or baby girl, that was nice too.”

Chapter 23

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Empress Elisabeth of Austria and her Corfiot palace through the eyes of the Greek royals.

Greece was destined to offer the Empress Elisabeth the hospitality of its soil. She chose Greece as the country where she would hide herself and her sorrow. At Corfu she bought a site of ground from an old Corfiote Statesman called Braïla, and on it she built the Palace which she called "Achilleion", after her hero Achilles, whose statue was in the middle of the top garden terrace, and represented him at the hour of his death, drawing the arrow out of his heel. When in Corfu, it was understood, she was to be strictly incognito, and her wishes were always respected. One day, suddenly, when we least expected it, she arrived at Athens, having travelled by the ordinary steamer, and called at the Palace accompanied by a lady -in-waiting. She asked the porter whether she could see the King and Queen. On the porter's inquiring who she was, she replied she was "the Empress of Austria." Whereupon we were brought down to verify that statement . It seemed impossible╴but it was the Empress of Austria! Needless to say she obtained her interview, and after half an hour's conversation she took her departure, insisting that her visit should not be returned by my parents. As she was anxious to study Greek culture, she decided to learn modern Greek, and applied herself to the task with great energy and perseverance. She engaged a tutor for Greek conversation. Her first was Dr. Christomanos, an author and poet, who wrote a charming life of the Empress, which was translated into several languages. Her last was Count A. Mercati, who afterwards became Master of King Constantine's household. Accompanied by her tutor, the Empress used to go off on a five or six hours' walk, all over the island; and even for the picturesque ceremony of combing and brushing her hair the tutor had to be present, talking Greek to her all the time. She learnt to speak Greek quite faultlessly. In the arrangement of her house the Empress took great pride, setting up the statues of all her new "Gods"; Sophocles, Euripides, Plato and Aristotle. She also had a statue of Heine, the poet, erected in a shrine. When the Kaiser bought the Achilleion, he at once banished Heine, and raised Achilles from his recumbent position into a standing War Lord, with gilded helmet and shield, so that the first sight of Achilleion should be his glittering helmet. It is a pity that the Empress tried to improve the natural beauty of the spot. Her lack of taste, I may even ungraciously say her eccentricities, were almost an eyesore. There was a grotto of artificial rock and mirrors, destined as a home for monkeys, who luckily never came to inhabit it. Though the island abounded in oranges, she sent to Italy for her fruit. The view from the terrace over all the plain of Corfu, with its olive groves groups cypresses on one side and the sea and the mountains of Albania on the other one of the most exquisite I have ever seen.

The memoirs of His Royal Highness, Prince Nicholas of Greece and Denmark, My fifty years, 1926.

I was a child when the Empress came to Athens and saw her only once or twice, but I remember her more vividly than many people I knew far better. I imagine it was the same with everyone who came in contact with her. Her brilliant, beautiful and restless personality left an indelible impression. She was so enchanted with Greece that she decided to build a villa in Corfu. The site she chose could not have been more beautiful, about twelve miles outside the town, set on a high hill overlooking the sea on one side and a chain of mountains on the other. But she was too impatient even to look at the plans and gave the architect carte blanche. So instead of the simple cottage she had intended he erected an orate and hideous palace lavishly adorned with frescoes, statues and bronzes of every description. This atrocity cost the Austrian Govemment twelve million crowns, I believe. The Empress's life was dominated by the fear of losing her beauty. As she grew older it became an obsession. Hours were spent every moring brushing the glotious brown hair that she wore gathered into two great plaits coiled around her head. This hair-brushing was a matter of solemn ritual. Any hairs that fell out during the process were carefully collected and presented to the Empress on a silver salver. If their number proved to be too many the entire day was blackened to her. Once a captain of a Russian gunboat reported that he had seen a yacht coming into the Piraus harbour with a woman seated on the deck whose mass of hair reached down to the ground while two attendants stood behind her brushing it. " That could only be the Empress of Austria." said my father, when he heard the story. Later in the day a carriage drove up to the Palace and a mysterious visitor was announced, a lady who refused to give her name. It was, as we expected, the Empress Elizabeth. She insisted on preserving a strict incognito while she was in Greece, although it seemed rather unnecessary, since everyone knew who she was. She detested nothing so much as being photographed, or even looked at for that matter, and always carried a large fan with her on her walks, so that she could unfurl it and hide her face from the passers-by. The Empress was a fine woman in many respects, far finer, I think, than most of her biogtaphers have represented her. Intelligent, intuitive, sensitive, she had all the qualities to make a great empress. But she was tragically lacking in a sense of proportion. Even in the small issues of everyday life she had no idea of modera-tion. She could not take anything up without making it a mania. While she was in Corfu she set herself to learn Greek, although she had gone there to rest. Now Greek is a complicated language and its study is hardly to be recommended as a restful pursuit. The Empress certainly did not regard it as such either for herself or any one else, for she wore out her two teachers, Count Mercati and Mr. Christomanos. Every day she walked ten or twelve miles with one or the other, talking Greek all the way and, even during the hair-brushing ceremony, one of them was always present reading to her. Her figure became another obsession with her. Although she was exaggeratedly slender when she came to Greece (she weighed, I believe, only seven stones) no Hollywood film star could have followed out a more Spartan regime. Her constant dieting made her irritable and depressed. Even when she lunched with my mother and father she would often eat nothing but a salad and some fruit, and she would start off immediately afterwards on one of her exhausting walks, skimming over the ground like a restless, beautiful wraith.

The memoirs of His Royal Highness, Prince Christopher of Greece and Denmark, 1938.

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Joshua Morrow (Nicholas “Nick” Newman, The Young and the Restless)

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The first time I ever watched ‘Restless’ I was an adult. I wasn’t a child. For many people the show is very nostalgic because they watched it for the first time as a child. I didn’t. Out of Xena, Charmed and Buffy, Buffy was the one show I did not watch as a child. So a lot of my reaction towards it, especially ‘Restless’ was trying to understand it. If I was watching it as a child, I wouldn’t have even attempted to do that. I’d just watch it. So yeah, I was pretty much just as confused as you were. The bulk of what I did understand was Willow’s nightmare because I am always hyper-focused on her character. And I got the whole she still worries people see her as a nerd thing pretty much straight away just like you did. The other stuff about her nightmare became a lot more clear after watching the entire show and therefore her entire character arc. But even then, I was still very clueless on the rest of what’s going on in ‘Restless’. It wasn’t until I watched Passion of the Nerd’s Buffy Guide for it that I felt like I understood most of it. But even to this day, I can tell you that I still don’t understand everything about the episode as it is depicted.

Which is perfectly fine for me because I prefer to interpret it for myself anyway. So no, there is no one right answer to ‘Restless’. The meaning of it depends on the observer, and for me, that’s what makes it a masterpiece because I adore art/entertainment that requires you to think and to interpret. Don’t worry about not understanding. Eventually you will find your own way of doing so. Just pay attention to the CORE 4 character arcs as you continue to watch the show. It’s all in there.

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Medical astrology

This article draws inspiration and is based on information found in two notable books: "Complete Practical Astrology" by Edward Lyndoe, published in 1938, and "Complete Herbal" by Nicholas Culpeper, dating back to 1652. It's not uncommon for individuals with a stellium in a specific zodiac sign to experience health issues associated with that sign more prominently compared to those with just one planet in that sign. The concentration of planetary energy in one sign can intensify the characteristics and tendencies associated with it, including health-related aspects.

The history behind it

In early-modern Europe, people held a deep fascination with the connection between celestial bodies and our well-being. This belief traced back to ancient notions of the Four Elements and the Four Humors, forming the basis of humoral theory in medicine. Originating with Hippocrates and evolving through Galen, this theory centered on balancing bodily fluids: blood, phlegm, black bile, and yellow bile. Men were seen as hot and dry, while women were considered cold and wet. Dietary choices and flavors were believed to influence humor balance.

These ancient ideas were intricately linked to Zodiac signs, seasons, cardinal directions, qualities, temperaments, and life stages. People believed that our health relied on maintaining a delicate equilibrium among these factors, shaping a complex system that demanded precise language to explain.

As interest in astrology grew in the 16th century, printed books, such as "Planetary Books" and "Folk Calendars," became popular sources of knowledge. These texts provided valuable insights, bridging the gap between celestial and earthly realms. They aimed to empower readers with wisdom about their place in the universe.

Aries: rules over the head, face, eyes, and the brain's cognitive functions, influencing the distribution of both mental and physical energy. This sign is associated with health concerns like headaches, fevers, neuralgia, eye issues, skin eruptions, inflammations, wounds, and accidents. Individuals born under Aries may have an abundance of energy, often exceeding their mental and emotional balance. Many health issues can be traced back to factors such as excessive physical exertion or bouts of intense anger. It's advisable for Aries individuals to prioritize maintaining a sense of balance and inner poise to promote their overall well-being.

Taurus: you should know that your sign is linked to certain areas of your body like the neck, ears, throat, larynx, and tonsils. These body parts might need a little extra care. Your sign is also associated with your ability to recover from health issues. However, it's important to be mindful of diseases that can specifically affect your throat. One thing to keep in mind is that Taurus individuals often have a love for indulgence and comfort, which can sometimes lead to health challenges. Additionally, your tendency to dwell on problems might make you more sensitive to minor health issues. So, remember to strike a balance and take good care of your well-being.

Gemini: For those born under the sign of Gemini, certain areas of the body require attention. Gemini influences the arms, shoulders, muscles, and bones, as well as the respiratory system, including the trachea and bronchi, and even the hands. People with this sign may be more prone to health issues like bronchial complaints, lung conditions such as pneumonia and pleurisy, nerve-related diseases, asthma, and anemia. These health challenges can often be traced back to nervous reactions and restlessness, which are characteristic of Gemini individuals.

Cancer: you have an influence on various parts of the body, including the stomach, breasts, solar plexus, diaphragm, and the upper portion of the liver. These areas are closely tied to matters of nutrition and digestion. Health issues that commonly afflict those born under Cancer often originate from emotional factors, triggered by mental irritants. These emotional disturbances can lead to nervous reactions and a general decrease in vitality. Interestingly, it's been suggested that more often than not, the health of a Cancerian is affected by external factors and the actions of others rather than self-inflicted harm. So, it's important for Cancer individuals to prioritize their emotional well-being and maintain a harmonious environment to support their overall health.

Leo: you have a special connection with the heart, spine, and vital forces carried by the blood. This makes you particularly susceptible to issues like heart troubles and poor circulation. Remember, many of these health challenges can be linked to overexertion or pushing yourself too hard. So, take good care of your energy levels and avoid unnecessary strain to keep your health in top shape.

Virgo: you have a unique connection with your own digestive system, which encompasses your intestines, alimentary canal, and the lower part of your liver. However, it's essential to recognize that individuals born under this sign might also be more prone to experiencing digestive issues and complaints, especially concerning the intestines. For you, these digestive troubles could occasionally stem from nervous causes, potentially leading to discomforts like acidity and other digestive challenges. It's a part of your unique astrological makeup, emphasizing the importance of taking extra care of your digestive well-being and managing any stress or anxiety that might contribute to these issues.

Libra: you are associated with specific areas of the body, including the kidneys, loins, appendix, lumbar vertebrae, and the skin. These are related to the body's liquid processes. Health challenges that often affect Virgos include kidney problems and issues related to the spine. These troubles are frequently linked to nervous exhaustion. To maintain your well-being, it's crucial for Virgos to manage stress and avoid situations that lead to nervous strain.

Scorpio: your zodiac sign governs several vital areas of the body, including the organs of reproduction, bladder, gallbladder, colon, and rectum. These parts are closely tied to procreation and reproduction. Health issues frequently associated with Scorpios involve the organs mentioned earlier. Problems may arise due to excessive worrying and the influence of others on the individual, which can break down resistance. To maintain good health, it's important for Scorpios to find ways to manage stress and emotional pressures effectively.

Sagittarius: you have a connection to certain body areas like the hips, thighs, and sciatic nerves. These parts are linked to your senses and how you perceive illnesses through your nerves. Health issues that Sagittarians often face include conditions like gout, rheumatism, and sciatica, as well as accidents. Restlessness can be a contributing factor to these problems, and individuals under this sign may have a propensity for accidents and injuries. Therefore, it's essential for Sagittarians to cultivate a sense of caution and mindfulness to prevent such mishaps and maintain their well-being.

Capricorn: you have an influence on the knees, joints, and hair. These are connected to processes related to preservation and conserving energy. Health issues commonly associated with Capricorns include skin complaints and diseases affecting the parts of the body influenced by this sign. Such ailments often have their origins in inhibitions. Therefore, it's important for Capricorns to focus on finding a balance between preserving energy and addressing any emotional or mental inhibitions that may impact their well-being.

Aquarius: your influence goes to the lower legs (calves and ankles), teeth, and blood circulation. These areas are interconnected with the body's circulation and eliminative processes. Health issues often associated with Aquarians include accidents affecting the ankles, as well as complaints related to this part of the body. Conditions such as varicose veins, blood poisoning, and certain nervous diseases may also be relevant. Many of these health challenges may have nervous causes, often tied to the highly sensitive nature of those born under the Aquarius sign. Therefore, maintaining emotional balance and managing stress is crucial for overall well-being.

Pisces your zodiac sign influences specific areas of the body, including the feet and toes. These are related to perspiration and the lymphatic processes within the body. Health challenges often associated with Pisceans include conditions like influenza, colds, and diseases accompanied by mucous discharges. Many of these complaints may have their origins in an overactive or overheated mind, possibly with perceived injuries from others. Additionally, individuals born under the Pisces sign tend to exhibit a high level of physical and mental sensitivity, which can contribute to various health issues. Therefore, it's important for Pisceans to manage stress, maintain emotional balance, and address any perceived injuries to promote overall well-being.

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