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rememberwren · 29 days ago

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I love the idea of a 141!reader and Ghoap going on a mission and being forced into a safehouse with only one bed. Fast forward to walking in or waking up to something a little spicy and 👀

ghoap, ghoap/fem!reader, handjobs, cum eating.

It’s not even close to dawn when Ghost wakes you from your dead sleep, his gloved hand still cold from the outdoors where he lays it on your shoulder and shakes you awake.

“Your turn for watch,” he says, lowly so as to not wake Johnny.

You bite back a groan, but you force yourself to roll away from Johnny’s blissfully warm, sleeping figure and to take assessment of your body. Toes are numb. Your eyes sting, you are so tired. It feels like only minutes ago that you’d laid your head down on the small queen sized mattress in this shithole safehouse. When you had, you were curled up with Ghost at the time, cuddled against his massive figure for warmth. You’d been convinced you would never sleep—how could you with Ghost pressed flush against you?—but your eyes had fallen shut the moment your head touched the lumpy pillow. You hadn’t even awoken when he and Johnny switched places.

“What time is it?” you croak. You clear your throat.

“02:00.”

You run your chilly hands over your face and force yourself to stand, swaying dangerously on your feet. Ghost reaches out and braces you, a hand on your shoulder. He lets go as soon as you are steady, never one for touching any more than he has to. Even if it would be welcome.

“You’re no use like this,” he says, voice cool but not cold. “Get back in bed.”

“It’s my turn, sir,” you slur. There are two of him—then just one, your eyes crossing with exhaustion.

“I won’t tell you again, Sergeant.”

You collapse back onto the mattress, relieved and disappointed in equal measure. Alright maybe not in equal measure. The bed with the slightly musty sheets is a far cry from the tundra outside. A part of you is sure that Ghost will take a double watch—he’s just supernatural enough to do it—but you hear the sound of Velcro tearing free as he begins to strip himself of weapons.

“Sir?” you wonder, eyes already shut.

He ignores you. “Shove over, Sergeant. Johnny. Johnny.”

“‘m up,” Johnny mutters, wiping at his cheek where he has drooled in his sleep. You snort softly, shifting over and reaching out to grip the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you. He comes easily, looping an arm over your waist like you’re lovers and not siblings-in-arms. His breath fans across your forehead when he asks: “We cuddlin’?”

“With Ghost,” you add sleepily, tucking your face into his neck where it is warm. The tip of your nose burns, it is so cold. Johnny smells like sweat, but it’s not a scent you altogether mind. There’s a lot about cuddling with Johnny that you don’t mind.

For the three of you to fit with any semblance of comfort, you have to lay on your sides. You have faced Johnny, but when you crack your eyes open, you’re surprised to see your lieutenant has as well, his hand resting on Johnny’s hip while yours is curled around his back. When you flex your hand, your knuckles graze Ghost’s vest. You can feel his eyes on you, so you keep yours on where his hand rests on Johnny. It looks comfortable there. Familiar. It’s your last thought before your eyes slip shut and you fall asleep.

When you wake, Johnny has rolled in his sleep to face Ghost. The sky is a deep blue, hinting at dawn. Your eyes don’t sting as much when you open them, though you keep yourself still and quiet, listening for the sound of enemy footsteps outside the safehouse crunching in the snow, positive that that is what has awoken you.

But the quiet sounds you hear are coming from within the room.

“Keep quiet, Sergeant,” Ghost whispers.

For a moment you think he is talking to you. But then Johnny gives a sigh, wiggling his lower half a little. His arse nudges against your thigh thanks to your position sprawled on your back. Johnny’s voice rasps out: “S’ long as you keep touchin’ me.”

It does not compute.

Your brow furrows. Your ears strain. You’ve obviously misheard. Something has been lost in translation. Except the noise Johnny makes afterward—a quiet little whine in the back of his throat—can’t be misinterpreted. His heel nudges against your foot as he carefully searches for purchase to continue doing—something with Ghost. You shut your eyes tight, face burning, but behind your eyelids are just various images of what must be happening inches away from you. Maybe Johnny woke up hard, twisted in the sheets, cock pressed against Ghost’s thigh. Maybe he’d been rutting up against their lieutenant in his sleep.

Maybe now Ghost had worked his cock free from his pants and was stroking him off.

“Keep still,” Ghost says.

“Can’t,” Johnny groans softly, barely a whisper. “Feels good.”

“You’re going to wake her. You want that?”

“No!”

“Hm. Don’t know why you’re embarrassed. You look good like this Johnny,” Ghost says. His quiet, rumbling words send a pulse of heat through you, centering between your thighs. For the first time since you’d landed on this godforsaken stretch of country, you felt truly warm. “Keep still for me. Just lay there and take it, Sergeant.”

“Jesus, Ghost,” Johnny whispers. He sounds wrecked, body writhing beside you as he fights not to thrust into Ghost’s grip.

“Yeah,” Ghost says, amused. “I know.”

Their lieutenant has set the most lackadaisical pace, audible just over Johnny’s little sounds and frantic breaths. You wonder if Ghost’s grip is tight or if his fist is loose, barely giving Johnny what he needs. You know Ghost, you know his hands (have spent enough time watching them)—he is as capable of the lightest touches as he is the most brutal. Not for the first time, you think about what it would be like to be the object of his attention, the recipient of his sharpened focus.

Your thighs clench together, the movement near enough to stillness to avoid garnering either man's attention. It isn’t fair, you think to yourself. Not fair that Johnny is Ghost’s favorite, not when this is the kind of treatment favoritism grants you. Not fair that Ghost gets to be the one to take Johnny in his hand, to share breaths with him while Johnny whines and begs under his breath.

“Close,” Johnny whispers.

“Whenever you’re ready, Johnny. Be a good boy now.”

Johnny’s body stiffens for an endless moment, and then he melts, trembling, wrecked little noises tripping off his lips. The sounds turn slick with every stroke Ghost gives Johnny’s cock, and you know that your fellow Sergeant has made a mess between them. It makes you ache, between your legs and deep in your chest with a want so keen it’s like a knife slid between your ribs.

“Clean up your mess, Johnny,” Ghost says, and you hear the wet sounds of Johnny sucking his fingers clean.

When they have finished, Johnny creeps from the bed, taking some of the key warmth with him, which serves to remind you of how fucking cold you are. You shiver with your eyes squeezed shut, feeling Ghost’s gaze on you, assessing whether or not you’re truly asleep.

The mattress shifts—and Ghost’s massive arm wraps around you, pulling you towards the center of the bed where the warmth of Johnny’s body lingers. Your eyes open, limbs flailing a little, a sound of confusion in the back of your throat.

“Go back to sleep,” Ghost rumbles. “Just moving you to the middle. You’re shaking.”

The warmth of his body is a sedative, a hypnotic that lulls you back toward that sleepy place even if it means ignoring the throbbing between your legs. You bury your face in his neck like you had with Johnny, and it’s his turn to shiver, maybe. When Johnny returns to the bed, he spoons against your back, breath fanning against your neck. Here between them, it’s positively hot.

You drift off back to sleep, and the next time you awaken, the sun is a blazing arch on the horizon, and Ghost is waking you again for watch duty.

#ghoap x reader

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barefoothighlander · 1 year ago

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fear of the dark

summary: ghost is teaching you to evade enemies before your little game turns into something darker

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), dub con, light hunter/prey dynamic, unprotected pinv, fingering, creampie, mask stays on, knife play, name calling, outdoor sex, biting, est relationship

“It goes on like this, green light means it’s active, the red means it’s off” He tucks the comm behind your ear, securing it before pulling his hands back. “This button is to talk, you have to wait for a second for the feed to run through but if anything happens, you tell me”

“Got it, green on, press to talk”

“And keep to channel 4”

You huff a breath, “Okay”

“You ready?”

“What do I get if I outrun you”

“A new skill"

“Boo”

“And if you win” You’re voice is quieter,

“You’ll find out” His thumb strokes across your cheek, “I’ll give you a head start, no leaving the property line, use what I’ve taught you and stay out of my sights, if you make it to sunrise you win”

You smirk, “See you at sunrise”

Turning around you march away from him, moving at a rushed pace, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, the ground is dry which means your tracks will be harder to find, moving your way towards the woods you spare a glance behind you, his large frame relaxed against the side of the house, illuminated by the single light outside as his hands cling to his vest his eyes glued to you.

It’s pitch black outside, the moon provided minimal light through the branches of the tree, guiding your path, you know he doesn’t have his night vision but he’s an expert at finding tracks, one of the few skills his father taught him when they’d go hunting.

You’re breathing heavy as you stumble over rocks, walking for what already felt like hours, navigating around the dark trying to cover your tracks. You make sure to stick to dry ground, knowing that if you stepped in any mud he’d notice the footprints and be on you in an instant.

You reach a small clearing in the woods, deciding it was as good a place as any to take a small rest, you’re not sure how much of a head start he gave you but you know you can’t sit for long. It’s strangely quiet, only a few noises of squirrels running through trees fills the air, there’s no wind or birds, all you can hear is the sound of your own heart, thudding in your ears.

You glimpse at your watch, it’s only midnight, the sun wouldn’t be up for another six hours and you had a lot of ground to cover. Pushing yourself from your position you continue through the woods, avoiding patches of leaves and sticks that could snap as you walk.

Your legs are aching by the time you reach a small stream, trying to navigate your position, doing your best to recall where the stream started. It’s tempting to just jump in, the humid air of summer doing little to cool your sweat beaded skin, the effort of moving up and down hills taking its toll on your muscles.

Fuck it.

If anything it’ll be harder for him to find you in the stream, pulling your boots off and stringing them to your backpack you step in, the coke water forming goosebumps on your skin as you wiggle your toes through the stream. You bend down to grab a hand-full, splashing it against your warm cheeks in an effort to cool down, letting it trickle down your neck as it wets the collar of your shirt.

“Oi, you there?”

His voice rings through your comm, you move to respond but stop yourself, if you answered now he’d know exactly where you were, the noise from the water would echo through your mic, directly into his earpiece.

You jump out of the stream quickly, moving a few paces away so that it was out of earshot before pressing your finger to the button.

"You miss me already?"

“Just checking in"

"Sure"

“Don’t be a brat”

“What are you gonna do about it” You tease through the comms

“Wanna find out?” His voice is deeper

Your hair suddenly stands on end,

He waits a beat, “You need to focus”

“I am”

“What if I was an enemy”

“What are you gonna do, you can’t even find me”

He doesn’t respond.

“Simon?"

The line drops and so does your heart, realizing that he could be directly behind you a sense of panic sets in, you jump back into the stream, following its flow as you rush through the water, your feet splashing it onto your clothes as you make your way through, praying it would cover your tracks.

You’re on edge, the silence of the forest now gone as every twig that snaps grabs your attention, your head on a swivel as you reach a small pond. Stepping out of the water and pulling your boots back on, you squint your eyes around trying to catch a glimpse of him, your breath catching in your throat everytime a branch shifted.

You move further into the woods, checking your watch again 1:36 how had it only been an hour and a half, it felt like forever since you stepped into the trees, the soothing chill of the water now gone, your legs ached from your efforts.

“Are your pants soaked?” His voice breaks your thoughts,

“What?”

“Water was a nice touch”

The line drops again, he’s at the top of the stream which gives you a little bit to gain some distance, tugging your bag around your shoulders you hike further.

Everything starts to look the same, all the trees are reminiscent of each other, you’ll admit you’re lost, but not to him, he’d accuse you of giving up and you didn’t want that. You try your best to navigate your direction, trying to use the stars as some sort of guide but it’s useless, the clouds in the sky block half your view and you can’t remember anything about astronomy anyway, your brain too clouded by the pain in your body.

Your breath hitches at the noise of a branch snapping, your heartbeat now in your ears, you didn't factor in how scary the woods are at night, every sense heightened in the dark.

"Simon?"

You call through your comms but there's no answer, it's dead air, your nerves on fire now, your we’re alone completely, you really didn’t think this through, didn’t stop to consider what would happen if the comms went dead.

You see a small light to your right, squinting your eyes to figure out what it’s from, hoping it was a street light of some sort you move toward it, moving past trees and fallen branches to get to it.

You’re huffing for air as you approach it, your eyes almost shut as it nears, blinding you, you shield your face with a hand,

“What’d I tell you about strange lights”

Your heart drops as you hear him, the crunching of leaves under his boots as he moves near you. You stumble back from him, head turning to find some sort of escape route,

“What’d I tell you love”

you swivel your head from his form to behind you, “They’re deceiving”. In a burst of adrenaline you take off, running away from him as he fades from view, it’s unnerving the way he just walks, he’s not chasing you, it’s like he knows where you’re going.

You’re feet carry you faster than you can think, twisting around trees and over hills, the taste of metal in your mouth as your palm runs over your stomach, a cramp settling into the muscle. You rest against a large oak, closing your eyes and catching your breath, your skin on fire as you try to focus on the sounds around you.

You wait a moment, bracing yourself before turning your body to move, gasping as you feel a hand tug you back.

“Gotcha”

You’re gasping for air as he pins you against the tree, his hands clamped around your arms, keeping you from fighting back.

“Okay, you win, let’s go home”

“Not without my prize”

“Simon, please” Your body is weak against his, no energy left in your muscles as he invaded your space, his chest pressing against yours, the fabric of his vest digging into your flesh.

“You didn’t listen”

“What?” Your brain is a fog

“You did nearly everything wrong, I could’ve had you the minute you stepped into the woods”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologize, you’ll learn”

Your hooded eyes plead with him, begging to go home, to rest but finding no sympathy, he leans his face towards yours, his chin next to your neck.

“I think you wanted to get caught, wanted to see what would happen”

His words click in your head, the heat from your skin suddenly transferring to your core, your arms straining against his grip as you let out a small whimper.

“That’s it, isn’t it, you wanted be to find you, to teach you a proper lesson”

He squeezes your arms tighter when you don’t respond, his eyes moving to stare into yours, his gaze is dark something darker behind it.

“That’s alright love, I’ll give you what you want, but you have to listen”

You squeeze your thighs, trying to rid yourself of the ache between them as his hand trails down your side. He removes it for a minute, your stomach flinching as you feel the press of cold metal against it, it forms goosebumps on your skin, he trails it toward your breasts, teasing it through the valley of them before placing it under the hem of your shirt, splitting the fabric up the middle.

The cold air hits your skin causing your nipples to harden as he traces the blade over your skin, pressing it flat against the raised buds.

“You look good like this, all ready for me to use”

Your chest maintains a steady rise and fall, “Si-“

“Not this time love”

Your face falls as you watch his face, the shell of a skull staring back at you, “Ghost, please”

He pays no attention to your words, running his knife along your skin before settling it above the hem of your pants, wriggling your hips to sooth your arousal.

“Needy little thing aren’t you”

He removes his hands from you, giving you an out but you stand in front of him, weak fingers working to undo your pants, he watches as you stumble to step out of them, leaving you in your underwear, the chill outside doing little to settle your nerves.

“Such a perfect little thing” He runs a gloves hand over your breasts, humming as you let out a sigh. Your body freezes as his knife makes contact with your skin again, trailing it towards your core before using it to cut your panties, letting the fabric drop.

He flips the blade, teasing your thighs with the handle of it before he runs it through your folds, biting back a gasp, there was no way to hide your arousal now.

He pulls his knife into view, your slick coating the handle, glistening in front of your face “You’re fucking soaked, you little slut”

“Open your mouth”

You do as he says, flattening your tongue and pushing it out as his hand cups your jaw, holding it open. He runs the handle across the muscle, the taste of yourself dancing over your taste buds as he pushes it slowly into your mouth, stifling a chuckle as you gag around the handle. He watches the string of spit that forms between you and the weapon as he retracts it from your mouth, his eyes glancing toward your core, your unsteady legs holding you up as he brings the weapon towards it.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?”

“Yes, please Ghost”

He teases the handle between your folds, holding it against your weeping core, forcing you to clench around nothing.

Your head falls forward as he pushes it into you, the rough material running along your walls as he pumps it into you. Your hand reaches to brace on his shoulder, holding yourself up before his free hand connects with your throat, pushing you back against the tree. Your body is on display for him, his head looking down to where your cunt is swallowing his blade, groaning at the sight of your slick leaking from your core.

“Greedy little slut, you’d take anything wouldn’t you”

You shake your head, your voice strained by his grip on your neck,

“You will, you’ll take everything I give you”

He thrusts the handle into you faster, tightening his hand as you start to grind yourself down on it,

“Need more, please”

“You wanna cum on my knife you fucking slag”

“Please” You open your eyes at him, your face flush as you silently beg, he releases your throat, allowing you a breath as his gloved hand meets your clit, you arch your back at the contact, the rough circles providing enough stimulation that you feel your knees weaken.

“Do it, cum for me”

His fingers rub along your bud and you come undone, your fingers digging into his vest as you cum with a sob, your body falling forward against him as his fingers work you through your high. He feels you finish, pulling his knife from you, listening to you whimper from the loss of contact as he throws it to the dirt.

His arms lock under your thighs, hoisting your weak from against him and pressing your back against the tree, he grinds his clothed erection against your cunt, your core soaking his pants as your arms wrap around his neck.

“I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna take it, all of it”

Your pussy clench’s at the thought, your ears failing to hear hun unzip his pants, the tip of his cock reading through your folds, smearing your slick around your thighs as he lines himself up.

You bury your head in his neck as he pushes in, the stretch of him burning your walls as he stuffs his cock inside. His hands grip your waist, moving you further down his length until his tip is buried in your cervix, your fingers digging into his back as you whimper around him.

“That’s it, gonna fill this tiny cunt”

He holds you against the tree, keeping you up as his hips pull back, his cock dragging against your walls before he thrusts it back in, his balls slap against your ass as he pounds his cock into you, forcing you to take every inch.

“Fuck, can practically see myself in you”

He holds you with one arm while the other presses firmly to your stomach,

“Gonna split you on my fat fucking cock, you’d like that huh?”

His hand makes contact with the side of your ass when you don’t respond,

“I said you’d like that, wouldn’t you”

“Yes!” You scream, the heartbeat in your ears overpowering any other noise in the area as he moulds you to his cock.

“Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum, let you walk around with my seed in your cunt, dirty fucking whore”

He buried himself deeper with every thrust, pulling almost all the way out only to force his length back in, the weight behind his thrust bouncing you up and down, his eyes watching the way your breasts jump with every pump of his cock.

His fingers trail to your sensitive clit, pinching the bud, you let out a yelp, bearing your teeth into the base of his neck as he grunts, you mark his flesh as his grip on you gets tighter, sure to leave bruises in their wake.

Tears well in the corners of your eyes as you drop your cheek to his shoulder, the saliva in your moth dripping to wet his collar as he works another orgasm from you.

“Cum on my cock, want you to soak me, feel you squeeze me with your tight little cunt”

The bark of the tree scrapes against your bare skin, forcing you to arch into him, his cock driving deeper into you as you sob around him, his fingers circling and flicking over your clit, the band inside you stretching as your body melts.

You clench down on him, greedily taking every inch as you cum, your slick dripping from your core to wet his cock, your cum coating the opening of his pants as he grinds his pelvis against your clit, the friction from his pubic hair adding another layer as you ride out your orgasm.

You’re reduced to whimpers as he takes over all your senses, all you can hear, feel, see is him, the way his cock has you full, his grunts filling your ears as your gaze is stuck on him.

“That’s it baby, so good for me, such a perfect little slut”

You cling to him with weak limbs as his knuckles go white from his gold on you, his arms rising you up and down to meet his thrusts as he chases his high,

“That’s it, fuck that’s it, taking me so well”

He quickens his pace, fucking you ruthlessly, your aching core sucking him in as he pushes his length into you, his tip buried deep inside your walls as he holds you against his chest. Your lower stomach warms with the feeling of him spilling inside you, flooding your core as you sigh, your pussy fluttering as he pulls from you, watching his seed leak from your cunt before pushing it back in with two fingers, making sure it all stays in.

He holds you for a moment, letting you regain your composure before gently letting you down, his hand on your waist holding you steady as he removes his jacket, wrapping it around your naked form providing some sort of warmth.

You watch him with heavy lids, your body swaying at you try to stay upright, his stare is softer now as he bends down, his arms snaking under your legs to pick you up, holding you against his chest.

“Did so well love” He presses his forehead to yours, the heat of his body warming your cold limbs, “Let’s go home”.

He maneuvers around carefully, holding you steady as he moves around the trees, his gaze shifting to you every minute to make sure you were okay. He makes it out of the woods in minutes, the warm light of the windows coming into view as your body grows tired.

He carrie’s you into the house, slowly making his way towards the bathroom, setting you down for a moment so he can turn the tap on the bath on, he kneels in front of you, his hands tugging his mask off so you can see him, giving him a weak smile as he gently removes your remaining clothes.

He helps you to stand, walking towards the warm bath, feeling your muscles sooth as you step in, the water washing over your skin. He strips his own clothes, feeling the water rise as he sits behind you, his legs bent beside your frame as you lean back against his chest.

He runs a gentle cloth over your skin, cleaning up any dirt and grime that was on it, carefully cleaning around your core before his arms settle around your stomach, holding you close.

He rests his lips against the crown of your head as you focus on the sound of his breaths, steady behind you, lulling you to sleep as his thumbs trace over your skin.

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forggywrites · 1 year ago

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Hello! I really enjoyed reading your Hobie x gn Reader head cannons I thought it was great. Is alright if I could request Hobie x gn Reader who has sh scars all over her arms but tries hiding it in the relationship but he eventually finds out. Sorry if this makes you feel some type of way. I have scars myself. Feel free to ignore and have a great day! ❤️ :)

Hobart "Hobie" Brown x GN reader with SH scars.

thanks so much for requesting! I love Hobie with all my heart, as someone who struggles with SH, it makes me really happy to think about how how he treats a partner who struggles.

Also requests are open and encouraged!

CW: talk of self Harm, not proofread or edited.

Hobart “Hobie” brown x GN reader with SH scars

Throughout your relationship Hobie never questioned why you would never wear short sleeves, he just thought it was a fashion choice. You two had met in the fall months when things had already started to cool down, so it wasn’t odd for someone to be wearing long sleeves, but once it got closer to the hot summer months and you continued to wear the long sleeved shirts he started to get suspicious.

“Love it’s pretty hot out there, you sure ya wanna wear a jumper?”

You would tell him it was fine, and that you always ran cold. You two didn’t live together and had never gotten undressed in front of each other so he had never seen most of your body before. He understood how you might feel insecure about the way you look and would always compliment you or hint at going to him if you needed to talk.

Though when the weather forecast stated the next few days were gonna be the hottest days of the year, he knew he wasn’t gonna let you wear your normal attire.

You two had plans to go to an all day outdoor punk show, he knew it would be scorching out, so even he ditched his normal stuff for cargo shorts, a tank top, and his battle vest. (Along with sunscreen) When you arrived at his apartment in black jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a long sleeve denim jacket, he was pissed.

“You are not wearing that, it is way too hot for all that.” All you could do is stare at him, he had never been so snappy with you. “I’m not letting you get heat stroke, you can wear some of my clothes.” You didn’t move, scared about the thought of him seeing your bare arms for the first time.

He walked back into the room with some of his clothes, which would undoubtedly be big on you. As he hands you the clothes he stops.

“Babe is everything alright?” He asked while still holding the shorts and t-shirt.

You were on the verge of tears, scared you had disappointed or angered him somehow.

“You know if there’s anything you need to tell me, you can. I’m not gonna be mad if you don’t wanna go or somethin’”

The room was quiet, neither of you said a word.

“I… I have scars” you muttered, barely audible.

“What was that love? I’m sorry but I couldn’t hear ya.” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“I have scars.” You answered, now loud enough for him to understand.

…

“So what, I don’t care.”

…

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

“I mean I don’t care about how you look, you mean alot to me, some scars wouldn’t change that.” he stands there, unsure of what to do or say.

“Even if I did it to myself…?” you asked, tears now falling down your face freely.

All he could do for a moment was stand there, slightly shocked. He had gathered you had struggled with your mental health in the past, and he knew self harm was common. But the thought of you having struggled with it had never crossed his mind.

“Love, you know I care about you. I’m sorry that you didn’t feel comfortable telling me and if I forced you to tell me now.” he steps closer to you, bringing you into a hug. “I don’t see you any different, you’re still the same amazing person. I don’t wanna force you to change but I want you to understand that I'm concerned about you overheatin’. Your past doesn't define you, if anyone gives you shit for your scars i’ll teach em a lesson, got it?”

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes. “We can stay home if you like, there’ll always be other shows.”

You had stayed silent, the proposal of not going only made you feel worse. The tears continued to stream down your face as you sobbed out an explanation on how you don’t want to ruin his fun.

“Love, you won’t be ruinin’ my fun, I care about your comfort more than anythin’.” as he says this you start to calm down.

“I still wanna go, but i’m not sure I can wear short sleeves, last time I did people kept staring.” Hobie didn’t know what to do, he wanted to make you happy and not ruin your fun. Suddenly he got an idea.

“I’ll be right back love, I think I've got something you could wear for now.” with that he rushed into his bedroom and started looking through the piles of clothes, looking for a specific item. Soon enough he found it, an old long sleeve he had bought stole that had cooling effects. He had gotten it to wear while working out and he knew it worked well.

“Here ya go love, this shirt has some sort a cooling tech, it works pretty well for me, so why don't you wear it for now until we get you some of your own and/or when you start feeling confident enough to go sleeveless, how’s that sound?” He has an adorable smile on his face, proud of his genius idea.

“I.. I think I'd like that.” you were finally done crying, glad he had come up with some sort of alternative.

“Aight, but you’ve at least gotta wear some shorts wit it, the shirt isn’t gonna help wit those trousers.” Hobie smiles, glad you two could come up with a solution.

“Alright, I think I can do that.” you say this while taking the shirt and previous pair of shorts to the bathroom of his apartment.

Soon enough you come out of the bathroom with the baggy long sleeve and shorts, holding the shorts up with your hands so as to not let them fall down.

“I think I need a belt or something.” was all you said as you walked out, seeing this Hobie burst out laughing, both from the oversized clothing and the cuteness of his partner in his clothes.

“All right, I'll get ya a belt.” he says, walking back to his room, still snickering.

Soon he walked back out with a belt that had holes all the way around so anyone could really wear it. After slipping the belt on and securing it, he helped you fill up your water bottle and apply sunscreen, because no matter the skin tone, you can always get sunburned.

The two of you had an amazing day at the show, you laughed, talked, met new people, and overall caused chaos.

Even through your hardest times, Hobie has done everything he can to support you.

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neonponders · 2 years ago

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Part 7 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧁

~ Part 6 ~

~ on ao3 ~

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Billy had his assignment, and getting the smaller Billy’s head measurement was the easy part. He had to use a strip of paper to mark the circumference of the large noggin’ on the little body, and then measure that before he went to the most expensive store for tiny clothing.

“Okay, chipmunk. I’ll see you at the music store.”

“Bwing the hat!”

“They might have to make it if it’s not available,” Billy warned on his way out of the video store.

Big Steve sighed heavily, inducing Robin to scrutinize him. “Are you afraid of the doll store?”

“Only the woman who runs it. Can we close already? I’m ready to be a person again.”

“Music Stowre!” little Steve shouted with his hands in the air. Big Steve set their finished shoebox room on the counter and waved them in.

“Get inside, you two, and hold on tight.”

Billy charged through the cardboard flaps they’d cut like doors and pushed the button on the battery pack shoved under his bed. The little fairy lights around the room bloomed with warm light as they landed on their beds, ready for their ride.

Robin carefully tied shoelaces over both of them like seatbelts while Steve closed up the back of the store. She carried their precious cargo as he moved the register money bag to the safe and turned the lights off. With the front door finally locked, Steve heaved a breath of relief and ripped his vest off. “Okay, let’s go.”

Little Steve and Billy sang movie tunes on the way to the record shop. Robin couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she held them on her lap and said to big Steve, “Getting Billy to go to the doll store is a test, isn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “B wants a hat. It’ll be nice for someone else to use a credit card for a change. If I can get Hopper to buy anything, he’s getting a list.”

However, he felt Robin’s gaze on him and peeked at her before admitting, “Yeah, Billy Hargrove, lifeguard extraordinaire, in a doll store sounds hilarious. Sue me.”

“What’s wife gward?” small Billy exclaimed.

“He’s not a wife guard,” Robin sassed, rocking from the nudge Steve gave her. She rerouted, “Billy works at the Rec Center, little man. So he teaches exercise classes, swimming lessons, and makes sure people stay safe in the indoor and outdoor pools.”

“Biwwy’s a knight?” small Steve exclaimed in wonder.

Robin’s eyes narrowed as the car turned into a new parking lot. “I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but it is technically his job to protect people.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “Big Biwwy, is so cool! But who keeps Biwwy safe?”

Robin and big Steve exchanged a loaded silence as he turned the car off. The latter reassured, “Billy can take care of himself while he’s gone. Are you ready to hear some music?”

“Hell yeah!” Billy declared.

Reggae played over the main speakers of the store, and an underlying aroma of marijuana wafted up from the carpets. Steve and Robin understood without saying anything that they needed an empty nook of the store. Robin set the box on a shelf between cassette and vinyl racks. She looked at the tape left in the player and set it aside before giving the shoelaces a tug to free the little ones. “You need to stay in there, okay? It’s too easy to get lost in here.”

Steve appeared and held up two small LP’s. “Do you want a little spicy or a little soul?”

“Spicy!” Billy demanded.

Robin placed the headset on the box as if the shoebox were a head, and Steve got the record player going. “You Spin Me Around” by Dead or Alive started up and Robin’s nose wrinkled.

“You’re going to give them a heart attack. Soul, soul, soul...” She started switching the LP’s, only to corner, “Steve, Boney M. is disco.”

“It’s groovy,” he smiled over a rolling shoulder. He put the other record back and set the needle down on the right song.

As music began to trickle over the shoebox bedroom, little Steve began to sway his hips. “Gwoovy,” he said experimentally.

Steve and Robin place the other headsets on their heads, the latter nodding along as Steve shamelessly danced in the store. “Let it out, lil dude. Let the music wiggle through you.”

Little Steve smiled shyly as he looked at Billy sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. “Gwoovy, Biwwy!”

Robin laughed, “Can you imagine how many complaints we’ll get if we play this at work?”

“Yeah, from Keith, if he ever bothers to actually come into work. Everyone else will thank us. How long until the GM realizes Keith is at the community college instead of Family Video?”

“Depends on when I need a raise,” she finished, letting more of her body move to the music.

Steve laughed and watched his smaller self coax Billy off the bed and do little hops and wiggles to the music. Robin encouraged, “Woo! Shake that wittle butt, Billy Boy. You’re rocking it.”

They both laughed as Billy did just that, bending his knees and throwing his butt back and forth while little Steve clapped his hands to the music.

A deeper voice warned, “Don’t throw your back out.”

The little ones gasped at big Billy joining them with his own box under his arm. Flicking the lid open, he withdrew something and twirled a familiar hat over his finger. “How about a summer jacket instead of that winter one? It’s not in season yet.”

Little Billy jumped up and down. “My hat! Will it fit? Gimme!”

Steve marveled, “They had a whole Indiana Jones doll?”

“I’ll mail you my fees,” Billy retorted, and shoved the box against Steve’s chest. Steve held it while Billy disrobed the doll and passed down the thinner jacket. Next came the hat -

“Don’t show him that,” Steve warned quietly when he gripped Billy’s hand inside the box.

Billy held his gaze a moment before he assured, “Relax, Harrington. It’s not a real whip. It’s just a string.”

“I don’t care. A bird will take these guys away if we’re not careful. B tries to belly flop off my bedside dresser every morning. Don’t let him see it.”

Billy’s brows reached for his hairline as he removed his hand from Steve’s grasp, holding it up defensively. “Your call, daddy Harrington.”

Robin pointed a mild grimace over Steve’s shoulder. Billy didn’t draw attention to it and instead looked down at little Billy putting the hat on smaller Steve’s head. “Stevie! We need a miwwor in here.”

Little Steve giggled and looked up at them, holding the wide-brimmed fedora on his head. “How do I wook?”

“Like a million bucks,” Steve congratulated.

Little Billy blushed. “Gwoovy.”

The corner of larger Billy’s mouth crooked up.

#harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocket!au #pocketverse

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Updated: November 4, 2024

Reworked Character #2: Tarma Roving

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to underage drinking, crime, an unhealthy romance, death, and torture.

Real name: Tarmicle Ignacio Roving III

Alias: Mister Nice Buddy

Occupation: Captain of the P.F. Squad

Retirement plans: Open a motorcycle shop, develop reliable cybernetic prosthetics for hospital use, and start a family

Special skills: Proficiency in Slugs, heavy duty firearms, and resource management, robotic engineering, weaponsmithing, mechanics, and bivouacking

Hobbies: Customising motorcycles while listening to rock music, drawing detailed blueprints for weaponry and vehicles, collecting action figures and scale models of military machines, looking for cool bugs and rocks, and camping

Likes: Beautiful women and men, hugging people he cares about, solitary journeys on his motorcycle, spending time in the great outdoors, and the toy version of SV-001 that Marco gifted him on his 22nd birthday

Dislikes: Social isolation, his frequent nosebleeds, shallow and rude people (such as Gimlet), feeling powerless when preventing his friends from getting injured, and insults that feed into his insecurities about his academic intelligence

Favourite food: Rice prepared with fermented soybeans, mustard, boiled eggs, and scallions

Sexuality: Sex-favourable, straight-leaning bisexual

Gender: Male

Age: 17 (in 2022), 23 (in 2028), 25 (in 2030), 27 (in 2032), 29 (in 2034), 36 (in 2041), 38 (in 2043), 39 (in 2044), and 42 (in 2047)

Blood type: AB+

Weight: 227 lbs. (102 kg)

Design: He’s a 5’ 11” (180.34 cm) Japanese endomorph of American and Mexican descent with a partial beer belly, rigid muscles, broad shoulders, and sienna skin. He has sunburst green-hazel eyes and fingernails that are painted a dull gold. He has maroon hair with medium-length parted bangs, featuring two distinctive ahoge cowlicks in the centre, alongside sideburns, a neatly trimmed goatee, and subtle curls. Like Marco, he bears nasty battle scars: badly burned flesh from the right side of his neck to the left deltoid; multiple lacerations crisscrossing his back, forearms, and thighs; his left ring finger is partially severed; a couple of bullet wounds are visible just below his left lumbar region; and a scar snakes down from the right side of his forehead to the middle of his left cheek.

His right forearm was replaced by a cybernetic prosthetic, crafted from ultra-durable, lightweight metal plated and reinforced with tungsten nanotubes. Vein-like fibres of superconducting nanowire mesh enable seamless integration with his nervous system. The prosthetic features a retractable plasma cannon that fires two types of projectiles: yellowish-white ionised energy blasts that deliver intense electrical discharges; and metallic purple-green goo, a highly corrosive and acidic substance capable of burning through virtually any material. Beneath the plasma cannon, a nanotech-enhanced, razor-sharp blade retracts seamlessly into the cutting-edge prosthetic. Forged from a nearly indestructible alloy, the gilded blade is micro-serrated for optimal tissue and armour penetration.

His military gear consists of red-tinted sunglasses, a metal dog tag necklace with his name, a walnut brown T-shirt with ripped sleeves, a rusty orange fingerless glove on his left hand, and a burgundy leather belt with a snap-on gold buckle. He wears a saffron-yellow vest with four pockets, featuring an embroidered logo of the P.F. Squad on the back. He also wears citron army cargo pants tucked under burgundy paratrooper boots, a sheath for his combat knife, and a gun holster for a handgun he rarely uses. He once ripped the right knee of his cargo pants, but Fio mended it with a patch of butterscotch-hued fabric. The pockets of Tarma’s vest carry around an old cigarette box, a silver lighter, the key to his first customisable motorcycle, and a toy version of SV-001.

Over his T-shirt, he dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. His forearms are wrapped in dirty gauze, and he wears two dark brown bandoliers: one drapes over his left shoulder, holding sticks of dynamite, while the other wraps above his belt, holding bullets for his handgun. Tarma carries around a citron load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, mechanic tools, a flame shot, two machine guns, an enemy chaser, and a laser gun. He has three piercings: a gilded septum as well as a silvery vertical curved barbell and a ring adorning his left eyebrow.

Tarma acquired a stolen katana called Murasame, renowned for its unique ability to self-cleanse its blackened steel blade, allowing it to remain razor-sharp. The katana features a distinctive wave-shaped hamon, a tangerine-hued handle wrapped in gilded cord, and a hexagonal silvery guard. The katana's crimson hardwood sheath features a golden straightened carp design, while the blade itself bears the Japanese inscription “血液洗浄” (Ketsueki Senjō), meaning "blood washing" in English, elegantly written on the right side.

His beloved motorcycle, built at just 15 years old, is a custom black and flame-coloured Harley-Davidson 42WLA. The bike's gas tank showcases a stunning design: an azure Japanese dragon wrapping around a bronze eagle with outstretched wings. He extensively modified his first motorcycle, integrating a missile-firing launcher between the handlebars and installing two 12.6mm calibre Vulcan cannons (similar to those found on the SV-001) towards the front. Additionally, he fitted a bulletproof carrier at the rear, coated in a durable silvery dark grey paint, which houses a shotgun and thirty corresponding shell holders.

Character summary: He often pokes fun at the overly serious Marco, much to his annoyance, yet still holds him in the highest esteem as a heroic soldier. Whenever he's away from Marco and can't contact him, he starts to worry about his safety. But when Marco returns safe and sound, he's instantly relieved and overjoyed to see that he's okay. The idea of Marco going missing or dying an untimely death would leave him feeling deeply melancholic, empty, and lonely. Tarma is fiercely loyal to Marco, willing to put his life on the line for him and offer comfort during his darkest moments. They share a remarkably harmonious relationship, rarely engaging in conflict or brotherly banter, as Marco is thoughtful of his emotional sensitivity.

As a flirtatious and affectionate individual, he frequently tries his luck with women and men who catch his eye, regardless of their faction affiliation. Although his advances often end in rejection, he doesn't let it discourage him and won't pursue them aggressively, viewing them as minor setbacks. Although his advances are rarely reciprocated, when they are, the encounters tend to be brief and sexually intimate, and he’s comfortable with that.

He has very strong romantic feelings for Fio, but struggles to express them. He enjoys spending time with her, sharing stories about his day and telling jokes. However, he occasionally comes across as a bit awkward in her presence. Once he and Fio enter into a romantic relationship, he exudes greater confidence in his feelings for her, leading to a deepening of their emotional connection and a profound level of intimacy and supportiveness. He adores it when Fio showers him with kisses, praise, and loving compliments, and he happily returns the affection. He holds Marco dear as his queerplatonic partner, a bond that strengthens when Marco joins him and Fio in a polyamorous relationship. He feels at ease sharing his dorky side and vulnerable emotions with Fio and Marco, finding comfort and acceptance in their presence.

He genuinely cares about Eri and strives to treat her with kindness and respect. However, her tendency to socially withdraw from him, coupled with her constant belittling and physical confrontations, makes it challenging for him. Fortunately, Marco and Eri's team of Ptolemaic rebels frequently intervene to stop these confrontations. Due to Eri's animosity towards him, he harbours a deep-seated fear of her and tends to distance himself, particularly when she's intoxicated or near Fio.

He's a loyal, clumsy, and fun-loving hothead with an adventurous spirit and a readiness to put up a good fight when necessary. He has a breezy and slightly sarcastic attitude, paired with a great imagination that shines when designing innovative weapons and vehicles. He has a clever talent for stirring up distractions and sparking moral self-reflection in those around him. He’s emotionally intelligent, going to great lengths to ensure the happiness of his friends, comrades, and loved ones. Tarma has a great sense of humour, often cracking jokes that span various comedy genres to diffuse tension in most situations, but it can become annoying at times. He has a hearty appetite, which becomes particularly evident after completing gruelling missions involving intense combat. Due to his strong sense of justice, he’s a vigilante at heart with protective instincts. If someone he loves is harmed, he will stop at nothing to ensure they receive the justice they deserve, showing no mercy to those responsible.

He has mild ADHD, which sometimes leads to spontaneous and curious thoughts and questions that he openly shares with those he trusts most. He feels deeply hurt and frustrated by Gimlet's mocking comments about his neurodiversity and physical differences, which escalate into intense confrontations. The mere mention of the Great Morden War triggers severe anxiety, culminating in violent panic attacks, vivid flashbacks, and haunting night terrors that disrupt his sleep. However, beneath his nonchalant and optimistic facade, he struggles with insecurities about his intelligence and mental slowness. Despite his enjoyment of being lively and a tad mischievous, he can't shake the feeling that he's a nuisance. Whenever he feels like he's about to cry, he quickly runs off to find a hiding place, fearing that others will mock him for his sensitivity. Tarma will only cry in front of others when he's feeling completely overwhelmed and people are aggressively yelling at him.

He's very patient, but sometimes his patience wears thin, and he snaps when he's feeling reasonably irritated. Although he isn't hesitant to assert himself respectfully when misunderstood, threatened or emotionally hurt, there are times when his approach comes across as rude and crass, leaving him feeling remorseful. He's incredibly passionate about vehicles, weaponry, and cybernetic prosthetics, often enthusiastically sharing his knowledge when asked. However, he's also fiercely protective of his interests and can take offence when someone criticises or disrespects them, particularly if they're models he's personally built or repaired.

He’s fiercely protective of his friends and comrades, willing to stand up to bullies and threats with a serious and intimidating demeanour. However, his strong sense of loyalty can sometimes lead to physical confrontations when pushed beyond his limits. He's generally humble and becomes slightly flustered when praised for his work and being a good friend, but occasionally exhibits overconfidence in his tactical abilities and creative projects. He can be quite reckless on the battlefield and during stealth-oriented missions, which occasionally puts his friends in potentially perilous situations, yet he always manages to keep them safe and unharmed. He strongly opposes racism, fat shaming, and the stigma surrounding mental health issues, viewing them as dehumanising obstacles to equity and healthy relationships.

He's surprisingly gentle and exceptionally kind to children, going to great lengths to rescue them from harm, ensure their emotional well-being, and provide companionship. When sleeping, he snores loudly and often talks in his sleep, uttering fragmented sentences during his most terrifying nightmares and pleasant dreams. He likes to drink with his friends after a long mission, but he often gets wasted and becomes silly, jovial, overly affectionate, and short-tempered.

He holds that morality is shaped by a combination of factors, including parental guidance, cultural influences, universal moral laws, and the capacity to establish ethical principles. In his view, the morality of an action is determined by the action itself, rather than its consequences. Interestingly, despite being a soldier, he’s a pacifist who believes that individuals can confront threats to peace, even if it requires compromising their personal morals. Furthermore, he sees life and death as fundamental opposites that are perpetually in conflict with each other.

Backstory: Tarmicle Ignacio Roving III was born on May 1, 2005 in Hokkaido, Japan. He was born into a large, diverse family. His father, Fabriclus Cristóbal Roving, is a distinguished Mexican-American military man. His mother, Koharu Nakabayashi, is a Japanese miniature painter and a retired army nurse who formerly served in the Regular Army. He has several siblings: Ildefonso, a firefighter and his older half-brother; Milagrosa, the lead singer of an alternative rock band and his older half-sister; twins Daisuke, a biochemist, and Ryōsuke, a medical engineer, who are his older brothers; and Calpurne, a fighter jet pilot who serves in the Regular Army and his younger sister. Fabriclus named him after his great-great-great-grandfather, Tarmicle Ignacio Roving Jr., to keep his legacy alive.

He often tells Tarma stories about the heroic actions of his namesake, who saved the lives of millions of innocent people from corrupt regimes and criminal exploitation. He also likes to tell Tarma stories about his experiences in the military, often mentioning a man named Alessandro Germi and describing the wars he had fought in. He taught his children to speak both Spanish and English and imparted valuable life lessons that they all embraced, including embracing failure and cultivating optimism. Tarma vaguely remembers Fabriclus sharing that he considered retiring after his first wife passed away from breast cancer complications. However, it wasn't until he met his second wife, Koharu, while she treated his injuries he sustained during a battle against high-risk criminals seeking to spark global anarchy, that he officially retired and started a new family with her.

He has a cousin named Achilles, who lives in Missouri, United States and owns a motorcycle shop. Achilles is notable for his distinctive light orange pompadour, playing a significant role in sparking Tarma’s strong passion for motorcycles. In contrast, his father fostered his interest in tanks, fighter planes, and the great outdoors, while Milagrosa ignited his love for rock music. He thoroughly enjoyed playing, exploring, and causing mischief with Calpurne, who matched his lively energy and vibrant imagination. However, their playtime wasn't without its challenges as she would occasionally take his toys without permission—though this rarely seemed to bother him.

At the age of 3, he met his childhood friend Tabomba when Tabomba's Filipino family moved in next door. Surprisingly, Tabomba sparked Tarma's interest in trains as well as cool bugs and rocks. Although they rarely see each other nowadays due to Tabomba's work as a marine biologist, they make an effort to meet up whenever they're both off work and on vacation.

His family frequently travelled across Japan, the United States, and Mexico, especially during summer and winter breaks, to visit relatives, enjoy the outdoors, and have fun. During a trip to Hiroshima at the age of 7, he met a girl named Chizuko, who was wearing an olive green bandanna. They quickly became friends after building a sand castle and finding worms under a large rock at a local park near the orphanage where Chizuko was staying. Sadly, they couldn't spend much time together because Tarma's family had planned to stay in Hiroshima for only two weeks and wanted to explore every attraction the city had to offer. Fortunately for the two, his family returned to Hiroshima a few times, once during a summer break and again to care for a sick relative.

At the playground and in elementary school, he faced bullying, responding in one of two ways: either he would remain oblivious to the taunts or burst into tears and rush to the safety of his parents or seek the teacher's intervention. He was bullied a lot at school because of his mental slowness, hyperactivity, and perceived "annoying" nature, and for not fitting traditional Japanese physical standards. Like him, Tabomba faced both racial and size-based discrimination, but found unwavering support in Tarma, who cherished their friendship. To combat Tabomba's isolation, Tarma would often keep him company, whether completing homework and assignments together or spending time together after school. Their favourite activities included playing video games, visiting the park, and watching action and comedy movies.

He had a couple of girlfriends and boyfriends in high school, but they didn't last very long. In high school, he started fighting back, engaging in fistfights and enduring street beatings as he struggled to cope with the constant bullying. He also began experimenting with building custom-made motorcycles as a way to initially impress those he was romantically interested in, and later found that it helped to calm his nerves.

Tragically, the bullying escalated to the point where Tarma felt overwhelmed and feared that reporting it to his teachers or parents would only create more problems and burden them further. So, he made the desperate decision to run away from home on his motorcycle, heading towards Hiroshima. Once there, he encountered Chizuko again, but she was different from the last time he met her. She was now the leader of a notorious street gang. Chizuko coaxed him into hanging out with her at their rundown hideout, where they drank beer and vodka stolen from a local alcohol shop. Tarma reluctantly agreed, but was thrilled to reunite with Chizuko after 8 years.

At the hideout, they caught up on each other's lives as Tarma had a couple of beers and Chizuko drank vodka from a bottle. Things took an unexpected turn when Chizuko got physically close to him, complimenting his appearance in a seductive manner. Their friendship evolved into a sexual relationship, which was Tarma's first. They spent many nights together, and he even participated in a few crimes with her, including theft and drug sales. Tarma would also start to develop a nicotine habit and, more positively, learn effective coping mechanisms and assertiveness skills to manage stress and stand up for himself.

However, their relationship was short-lived. Tarma ended things and returned home after discovering that Chizuko had been using him to fulfill her physical desires and distract herself from her trauma, while also advancing the interests of her gang. He would later reunite with Chizuko, now going by the name Eri, but she had become bitter, socially withdrawn, and aggressive, pushing him away.

After graduating from junior high school and enjoying the first week of his summer break, Tarma immediately enrolled in the Officers Academy of Special Tactics and Battle. In addition to his impressive engineering and mechanical skills, he achieved a notable feat at the age of 20 by rescuing President Marx, the CEO of a prominent defence contractor that supplies the Regular Army with weaponry, tanks, and other essential equipment. The Peregrine Falcons Squad took notice of this achievement and invited him to join the team, which he happily accepted.

Here, he met and befriended a lonely Marco after discussing their interests, reminiscing about their childhoods, and enjoying a couple of beers together. He would slowly develop a queerplatonic relationship with Marco, built on a deep appreciation for his company, a genuine desire to ensure his happiness and well-being, and a strong attraction to his physical beauty and intellect. He would also befriend Tequila, who imparted valuable mechanic skills to him and taught him specialised painting techniques for sheet metal, ensuring a durable finish that wouldn't chip, a lesson Tarma would always treasure. During the Great Morden War, he learned that Marco, alongside Tequila, was selected for the counteroffensive against Morden and quickly volunteered to join him, wanting to support his best friend.

During the Great Morden War, Tarma, Marco, and other members of the P.F. Squad, S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., and Regular Army were ambushed by General Morden and his soldiers. They subjected everyone to rigorous torture, leaving them with lasting mental and physical scars. The Rebel soldiers and Allen O'Neil mercilessly taunted him, exploiting his sensitivity during the torture. Like Marco, Tarma was forced to witness the brutal slaughter and torture of his comrades and friends, which was emotionally painful to watch. However, he devised a clever escape plan by distracting the guards holding the key to his prison and appealing to their conscience. This unexpectedly worked, allowing him to overpower them, rescue Marco, and help his best friend thwart Morden's plans for world domination.

During his escape, Tarma received an unexpected gift from a Rebel soldier known as Guil, designed to aid him in future battles: the mysterious katana Murasame, renowned for its self-cleansing properties, which the Rebel Army had seized during their invasion of Japan. Touched by Guil's kindness, Tarma expressed his gratitude, and this brief encounter challenged his assumption that all Rebel Infantrymen were ruthless and loyal only to Morden's ideology. Rumours suggest that the cleansing properties of Murasame may be attributed to the Martians or the advanced technology of the Tuatha Dé Danann. However, Tarma remains skeptical and dismisses such claims as mere speculation.

After the end of the fearsome battle against General Morden and the Rebel Army, he rose through the ranks to become Captain of the P.F. Squad. He played a key role in the suppression of the second coup, getting a chance to fight alongside Fio and Eri. Notably, he saved Marco from a laser blast by the Hozmi that could have been fatal, earning himself a reputation as a hero and the true linchpin of the P.F. Squad. During the conflict with the Arabian Infantry, Tarma bravely rescued a baby and several children who had been orphaned by Rebel soldiers. He subsequently facilitated their adoption, providing them with an opportunity for a safe and nurturing upbringing. He lost his right forearm during a fight against Allen O'Neil, which was later replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic that he designed and built with the help of Regular Army scientists and Pupipi.

Tarma's exceptional talent for building motorcycles, rivalling that of professionals, had led him to consider retirement. However, these plans have been put on hold due to the persistent and desperate pleas of his spineless superiors to continue his service in the military.

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🌶️ Chapter 33: The Greatest Treasure 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Art: Chapter art was created by @giselsann-opencommissions. The full NSFW artwork is available on AO3. I made the mistake of posting it here and got flagged, so hopefully this works with the guidelines. Please do not follow the link or read this chapter unless you are 18+.

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are at the end of the second day of their adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. They have had a great deal of time to get to know each other on a deeper level. The two have impressed each other with their skills - Sebastian with his navigation and Kate with all of her perfectly prepared meals. This chapter features conversation about their family holiday traditions, as well as some rather enjoyable time skinny-dipping in a river.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. For this particular chapter - outdoor sex, skinny-dipping, and a couple other mentions of gettin' frisky.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 33: The Greatest Treasure

Placing the blanket, her sketchbook, and an assortment of freshly picked purple wildflowers in her bag, Kate closes it up and reduces its size, sliding it into her pocket next to her wand. Sebastian watches her as she takes a final look at the secret forest clearing, sighing.

“Maybe one day we’ll return here,” Sebastian suggests. “Now, we know where purple heaven is.”

Kate is exhausted by the time they decide to make camp again, about four hours later, just outside the edge of the forest near a river. Her feet ache from all of the walking. Sebastian offers to fill a bucket with hot water so she can soak them while he sets up the tent. She gratefully accepts, finding a large boulder on which to perch. Pulling off her boots and dropping them to the ground, she plunges her feet into the warm water, her eyes closing momentarily in quiet contentment.

As Sebastian sets up the different components of the tent, he removes more and more of his clothing, despite the cool temperature. First, his tan jacket is dropped onto the ground, then his vest and tie, and finally, he lets his suspenders down, clad in only his white tunic and brown trousers. Kate feels a bit guilty for ogling him while she relaxes, but he seems to enjoy it. He catches her staring and fully plays into it, giving her cute little smirks and even starting to flex his arms, causing her to laugh in response.

When he is finished, Kate urges him to take some time to relax as well. They both enter the tent, and Sebastian wastes no time in grabbing a book and flopping onto the bed. She opens her extendable bag so that she can prepare dinner. She disappears down the ladder, and soon, plates, wine stems, and silverware float through the air onto the table. A bottle of wine is next to fly up, followed by a bowl of French salad, a jar of vinaigrette, a loaf of steaming brown bread, and a butter dish. Sebastian’s nose is drawn to attention by the scent of roasted chicken, baked potatoes, and asparagus with a creamy sauce. He sits up and gawks as the platters glide through the air towards the table. Soon, his sweetheart reappears to tell him that dinner is served.

“You know, you never told me if I was right about your favorite season. Is it spring?” Sebastian asks, slicing the warm bread and spreading butter that melts almost instantly.

“Oh!” Kate puts down her fork. “You’re right - we didn’t finish our conversation.” She pours herself a little more wine, topping off Sebastian’s glass as well. “You were initially correct - my favorite season is summer. But after your description, maybe it should be spring!”

“This vinaigrette is delicious,” he remarks. Grinning, he takes another bite of his crisp and cool salad. “I guess I can understand why you love summer. No work.”

“That’s exactly right,” she replies, sipping her wine. “It’s the best time of year. I get a break from Agnes and the students, and I can do whatever I like.”

“So, then… What is your favorite holiday?” Sebastian asks, moving to carve the roasted chicken for them both.

“Christmas,” Kate answers quickly. “Definitely Christmas. I don’t like the cold, but I love spending time with my family. We have so many traditions. I bake biscuits with my family’s cook - gingerbread biscuits with sweet icing. My papa grows a fir tree every year just for the holiday, and my sister and I decorate it as soon as he cuts it down and brings it inside. My mum gives the best, most thoughtful gifts; I feel like I am pretty good at that, too. Maybe I got that trait from her,” she muses.

Sebastian grins, placing a few cuts of chicken on her plate. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

Kate’s smile falters slightly at the comment, knowing that she is unlikely to approve of Sebastian, but she recovers quickly, moving on to a new topic. “And then… my entire extended family on my mum’s side - the Becketts - gathers for a huge party at our manor. My mamma, sister, and I decorate the ballroom with a new theme each year. Last year, the theme was peppermint. We had floating candy canes as props, and there were white and red lights all around the room. When we had dinner, we had a deep red tablecloth, with a red and white striped table runner. We placed a candy cane over each plate. It was so cute!”

“I love Christmas, too,” Sebastian adds happily. “My parents always made it special for Anne and me. We never had a huge party - our family was small. Solomon would join us for the Yule dinner and then promptly leave after dessert. Afterwards, my parents would present us with our gifts - new books and clothes and always one particularly exciting item. Our last Christmas together was when we were nine. They gave us a set of Quidditch equipment and gear. My dad taught us the rules of the game during our last year together. He had been a Beater for Slytherin in his school days, and it was his wish for me to eventually become a Beater as well.” He pauses, his eyes shining. “Which I did. And Anne was a Chaser… until… well, you know.”

Sebastian distracts himself by cutting his chicken into manageable pieces. Kate knows better than to ask him to tell more when he has that look on his face. She gives him a moment to think and breathe.

“I’m trying to remember my favorite gift,” Kate finally says. “But I don’t know that I ever had a favorite, really. It was more about spending time with family for me than anything else. I always loved watching my parents exchange gifts with each other. You could always tell how much they loved each other. My mum would always give a new exotic plant to my papa. He would always pick out something luxurious for her like perfume or jewelry. Those are the kinds of things my mamma likes.” She pauses. “Christmas… I think I enjoy it so much because every activity is just… filled with family, togetherness, and love. And then afterwards, there is still joy - there's the promise of a new beginning on New Year’s Eve.”

It’s quiet for a moment as they continue to eat.

“Someday, I want to share all of that with you, Sebastian,” Kate murmurs. “We can make our own traditions.”

He nods. “I would like that, too, Kate. It’s been a long time since I was able to enjoy the Yule holiday. This year will be different. I can feel it.”

Both of their minds are swimming with thoughts of spending Christmas together this year - and beyond - as they finish their dinner. Kate enchants the dishes into cleaning themselves as she preserves what is left of the bread and chicken for sandwiches another day. For dessert, she brings out bread pudding with a saucer of butterscotch syrup, which she pours generously.

Afterwards, they each select a book to read, laying side by side on the bed. Kate’s eyes grow more and more sleepy, and eventually she casts Divesto to disappear her clothing and slips under the covers. Sebastian does the same and casts a spell to darken the tent. He gently moves Kate closer. Practically asleep, she snuggles up to him. Her arm relaxes across his body, her head resting on his chest. For a long time, he listens to her steady breathing, waiting until she is undoubtedly asleep. Then, he kisses the top of her head.

“I love you, Kate Mayflower,” he whispers so quietly that there is no chance she will hear. “I’m going to marry you. I’m so in love with you, sunshine.”

Sebastian’s eyes begin to close. The comfortable feeling of her body against his calms him, her skin soft and warm.

A moment later, Kate begins to lightly snore, and a smile grows on his face as he opens one eye to glance at her in amusement. Then, he finally falls asleep a few minutes later.

The next morning, Sebastian wakes up first, feeling Kate stir shortly after he opens his eyes. He is curled up against her back, clinging to her.

“Good morning, my love,” he whispers in her ear, then kisses her cheek lightly.

“G’morning,” Kate replies in a voice still laced with sleep.

Sebastian kisses his way down her neck to her shoulder, his morning wood pressed against her arse. Because Kate had complained of soreness the other day, he decides not to push his luck. He’ll let her lead when she’s ready. She turns around to face him and leans in close to kiss his lips slowly and languidly. He softly moans into her mouth as her hand teasingly runs over his cock in a featherlight touch. Before long, Kate’s hand wraps completely around him, and later, her mouth takes over until his seed spills down her throat.

Afterwards, Sebastian is treated to a ham and vegetable quiche, baked pears, apple cider, and toast with butter, cinnamon, and sugar. His girlfriend takes care of it all, clad only in one of his collared, button-down shirts, and he begins to wonder what in Merlin’s name he has done to warrant being served like a king.

“Seb… wait!” Kate cries out after taking just one step out of the tent. She stands in place, looking warily at him and then the river at the end of the path ahead. “What… what if someone sees us?”

Sebastian stops, turning around with a grin. He makes his way back towards Kate. “They won’t. No one comes here, my sun. I’ve done my research. Trust me.” He takes her hands in his. Gods, my shirt looks good on her. “We wouldn’t be making this journey towards the castle, in general, if this area was well-traveled. There would be no point in looking for artifacts and valuables in a place that has already been raided by countless people. This part of the Highlands is warded off to muggles in the same way that Hogwarts is. It’s part of Blackfold Castle’s magic.”

Kate nods, pulling Sebastian’s shirt down as far as it will go. It’s like a short dress on her. “Alright. I trust you, my moon. I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done this - entered a body of water without clothes on, I mean.”

“Well, there will be no other opportunity to bathe, sweetheart,” Sebastian explains, guiding her forward, “At least, not until we arrive back home days from now. You’ll just have to be a little brave. Remember, I’ll be with you. It’s safe. And, besides, the sun has barely risen…”

“True,” Kate acknowledges as they begin walking together. It’s quite early still. She adjusts the bag slung across her body, carrying towels, soap, and shampoo. “I don’t think I could bear to not bathe for that long. And… for that matter, you shouldn’t either.” She plugs her nose, waving her hand around, and giggles.

“Oh, come on,” Sebastian laughs. “You know you love my natural scent.”

“Not after two days of hiking,” Kate muttered, cackling.

Sebastian smiles, continuing to guide her towards the river. Both the sun and moon are visible at this early hour.

“It’s rather cold out,” Kate notes unhappily. “I can only imagine how unbearably frigid the water might feel...”

“Yes,” Sebastian replies. “But we can use warming charms to make the temperature more comfortable.”

They reach the riverbank. Kate stares as Sebastian nonchalantly removes his tunic and trousers, fully nude with his eyes on her. Noticing Kate’s hesitation, he steps towards her. “It’ll be okay. I’m with you. I’ll help you get warm.” He begins to work at her buttons, and when finished, gently slides the shirt off of her shoulders and arms. Kate’s nipples harden in the cool air. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close, his hands resting just above the curves of her bottom.

Letting her go after a moment, Sebastian grabs his wand from the pile of discarded clothing and casts a warming charm. Kate feels the air all around them heat up to a comfortable temperature. Following Sebastian, she cautiously dips a toe into the crystal clear water. Her brows rising, she looks at him in confusion, as the river itself feels like bathwater. He observes her in amusement as she moves forward without any further hesitation.

“It’s a charm intended to heat a certain radius around us. If we stay close together, it’ll be warm for us both,” he explains as he wades into waist-deep water.

“I’ve never heard of a spell quite like that,” she responds in amazement, following him. “You’ll have to teach me. That would really come in handy in winter.”

He gives her a lopsided smile, reaching out his hand so that they can move together towards deeper water. Kate grins brightly in return, accepting it. A moment later, they step forward and almost instantly disappear under water, the bottom dropping out unexpectedly. Gasping, they both reemerge, splashing around. Kate dips back underwater over her own volition, smoothing her hair back and then coming back up to tread water with Sebastian. She begins laughing, and soon, he does, too.

“Maybe let’s swim a little further? Maybe there’s somewhere we can comfortably stand,” Kate suggests.

Before Sebastian can so much as nod, Kate begins swimming away, using a backstroke. “Catch me if you can!”

Sebastian chuckles and takes off after her, but she’s surprisingly fast. He remembers her stories of swimming in the lake near her childhood home and quickly realizes he has an actual challenge on his hands. By the time he comes anywhere close to her, they have traveled a significant way away from where they began and seem to be in a densely forested area. Huge, ancient trees line the river, some roots exposed and underwater.

Finally, Sebastian grabs onto Kate’s foot, and she screeches playfully as she is dragged out of position. He is finally able to find solid footing and pulls her directly to him.

“Got you!” Sebastian yells to Kate’s giggles as he draws her body flush against his. “You’ve fallen into my trap. You can’t escape me now!”

Gazing upon each other quietly for a moment, Kate’s heart drums. “That’s fine… I wanted you to catch me,” she admits. With care, she reaches up to push Sebastian’s bangs out of his face, and he leans in to kiss her.

Their lips meet, gently at first. Her hands join at the back of his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest. Sebastian’s fingers explore the curves of her hips as he deepens the kiss. Her tongue runs along his lower lip, requesting entry, and soon, it dances with his. Kate sighs with contentment as his hand glides past her hips to her arse, squeezing. Out of breath, she pulls back, only for Sebastian to chase her mouth once more. His desire could not be more obvious as he grinds against her. She moans into his mouth. His breathing deepens as one of his hands reaches up to cup a breast, running his index finger over her nipple.

“Seb… Sebastian…” Kate chokes out.

He kisses her feverishly as she hops up, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to satisfy her own need for friction.

“I want you… so badly…” she whines as he begins to kiss down her neck. He sucks and bites, leaving bruises in his wake as she gasps and arches her back. “I l-love you, Sebastian…”

“Kate… I love you… I want you… I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone… I swear it…” he responds breathily. “Are you sure… you’re up to this?” He opens his eyes to sincerely gauge her reaction.

“Gods, yes,” Kate assures him, thankful he checked in first. “Please don’t make me wait…” She tightens her legs around his waist and pushes herself against his arousal, moving up and down along his thick length as he groans in need. He slips a hand between them, using his finger to massage her clit.

“I’m ready - I swear - I’m ready, my love…” she insists, her lips against his neck. “Are you sure we’re really hidden?”

“Yes, I swear,” he rasps as Kate tears her face away to examine their surroundings.

She notices the tree roots growing outside of the soil, the ones that plunge into the river’s depths. She leans backwards, her legs still tight around Sebastian’s hips, to grasp at the roots. She tests their strength and puts half of her weight into her grip. Her breasts are now on full display as Sebastian guides his needy cock towards her core. With his eyes on her face, he slowly enters her, centimeter by tight centimeter.

“Fuck,” he whispers, fully sheathed. “Oh, fuck…”

Without any hesitation, without giving her a chance to adjust, he begins to thrust into her. His face contorts in pleasure as he achieves a steady pace, taking satisfaction in her whimpering. When Sebastian opens his eyes once more, his view is that of a -

“Goddess,” he gasps. “You’re a goddess. So fucking beautiful…”

Her arms are outstretched behind her, holding on desperately to the tree roots. As he pounds into her repeatedly, her mouth falls open, her breasts bounce, and the water splashes around them. She cries out as his thrusts become harder, faster.

“Bash,” she moans. “I love you, Bash…”

His cheeks are tinged red with exertion as her noises become louder and louder, the splashes increasing in size. His gaze focuses on her face as his grip on her bottom becomes more firm; he can plunge deeper than before. Her wailing practically reaches the level of shouts.

“Please,” she begs. “More… I’m so close. I’m so close…”

Gritting his teeth, he slams into her, channeling all of his energy into his frantic thrusts. He can feel himself coming undone as her walls tighten around him. She screams his name as she finally lets go. Her vision of his face and strong physique goes white; she shudders and moans. Sebastian doesn’t hold back anymore. He spills deep inside of her with a grunt, trembling as he holds himself in place, totally bottomed out as the last of his cum spurts out.

They both pant as they revel in the aftershocks of lovemaking. Kate slowly lets go of the tree roots and brings her hands back to Sebastian’s shoulders, her muscles burning with exertion. Her face very close to his, she kisses each of his cheeks, then his neck. Finally, she presses her lips to his slowly, with all of her adoration.

“I love you,” Kate whispers in his ear as her hands run up and down his scarred back. “Sebastian, I love you. Please don’t ever leave me. I couldn’t take it.”

“Neither could I,” he replied softly, his hand in her wet hair. “I love you, Kate, more than you know. You’re everything to me. Everything.”

Sebastian adds two more pieces of firewood to the stove and then returns to Kate, spread out naked on the floor, nestled among a pile of blankets and pillows. He lays down next to her, taking her in his arms again and swinging her body back on top of his. They kiss in an unhurried fashion, lazy after another round of intimacy.

Sebastian looks at her as though she is a deity. His eyes are filled with tenderness and so much love. “Kate,” he begins softly. “Can… can I speak freely to you?”

Her gaze is filled with trust as she listens attentively. “Of course, my love.”

He smiles. “I know I tell you I love you all the time. I just… I want you to know how much I mean it.” His fingers reach out to brush some of her floral-scented hair, still drying, behind her ear. “Kate… My whole life, I’ve never thought much of love. In Azkaban, there was nothing for me to do but simply survive, and afterward, I never dreamed I would find someone like you. I never thought I would find a woman who might accept me for who I am, despite my past and all of my flaws. But yet… here you are, in my arms, making love to me, making me dream again of an actual future. You make me want to be a better man, and I promise you - I will be. I want to be the man you deserve. I want to make your dreams come true. I want to marry you and have a family with you. You’re my sun. My sun. I don’t want a life without you. I know we haven’t been together long, and I don’t want to scare you, but I feel it so intensely now - I don’t think I could survive a life without you. I love you.” He kisses her cheek, whispering. “I love you.” A kiss to her other cheek. “I love you.” He presses his lips to hers, a tear falling from his eye.

Kate brushes his tear away. “I love you, Sebastian. I mean it. I love you so much. There is no one for me but you. You’re my future. We were meant to meet, to find each other. You are my destiny. I know it. I know it.” She kisses him deeply. “I never thought I would feel love like this. In truth, before I met you, I had begun to give up on it entirely. Sebastian, you make me so happy. You’re the moon to my sun. The world just wouldn’t work without us together.”

Sebastian holds her as tightly as he can, kissing her hair, her nose, her chin, her lips again.

“I will follow you anywhere, my love,” Kate whispers. “I can’t wait to explore the world with you.”

“And today, we’ll really begin to explore,” he replies. “Our first destination is only a few hours’ hike from here. It will be a difficult trek, Kate, but I’ll be with you the entire way. By the afternoon, we’ll search the first cave. Perhaps we shall find some treasure there.” He kisses her cheek again, and his voice deepens with sincerity. “But, to me, Kate, you are the greatest treasure I’ll ever find. No riches, no magical artifacts from time gone by could ever compare to you.” He kisses her hand. “Now, my love, it’s time for us to pack up and go. Let’s explore.”

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liminalpebble · 1 year ago

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Violet: Chapter 13, Advent

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Chapter 13: Advent

The fiery onyx of her eyes softened into deep dark pools of warmth and need as she pulled him down to meet her mouth. She was burning, desperate for him. “I need you,” she hissed out.

“Then I am your servant, darling,” he gasped out, as they stumbled upstairs to her room.

“No, Padre,” she declared with a plush luscious grin across her lips, knocking him backwards into the soft down sea of her bed. “You're my dessert.”

Will sighed and closed his eyes, head falling back into her pillow. He inhaled and it smelled like her; violets and lavender and something sweet and dark and fleshy, like ripe plums. His mouth watered, ravenous for the fruit that would banish him from paradise. She straddled him flaring her soft skirts around herself in a swish, like the flap of wings. An angel, Will thought...a dark one...a child of Lilith. Violetta unbuttoned his vest and shirt sliding them open like the pages of a precious book.

The student was reading him, tracing the calligraphy lines where sharp muscles interlaced. She kissed his chest as the celebrant priest would kiss the word of God upon the alter. The vicar was an illuminated manuscript; the raised lines of his faintly blue veins drew wintry tree roots and branches along and around the hills and valleys of his biceps, forearms, and hands. She examined the punctuation of freckles dusted over his skin where the sun marked the history of his outdoor life; of muggy summers spent floating naked in the cool Essex tides. Now it was the cool draft of the house soothing his bare fevered torso while her small searching hands raised goosebumps of anticipation over his entire body.

Violetta slid down a bit to enjoy the view of him and continued her reverent study, tracing the deep creasing “V” of his lower belly; hip to mound to hip. Will was patient and charmed by her odd, gentle, reverie. Amused, he said, “Carving your initials on me, Ms. Vespero? You needn't. I'm already yours,” as he interlaced his fingers with hers, interrupting their journey.

She offered a small loving smile, lowering over him once more so his arms could encircle her, “Possibly...but more like I'm memorizing you with my hands. Your body is so beautiful, strong, wonderfully-made in 'fearful symmetry'. I'm sketching you in my mind.” She paused, suddenly nervous, as her thoughts turned to what else she would like to do with his body.

“Will?” she asked in a whisper, between pecks to his warm cheeks.

“Mmm?” he purred, gazing into her eyes, and stroking a finger down the curve of her neck, down the cleft of her breasts. She turned unexpectedly shy and hesitant to say what she wanted, and it only made him want her to say it more.

“In your letters...those things you said. The way you instructed me. It drove me to madness, that control. I want...”

“Yes, darling?” he said encouragingly with his wide devastating smile, teasing her, as his finger was twirled a lock of her hair.

Violetta brought her lips closer to his ear. “Padre, I want you to control me. Make me kneel for your sacrament, like a servant of the Lord.”

His breath quickened as the promise of transgression stoked the same sacrilegious fire he discovered from their last tryst, and he was powerless against the all-consuming blaze of it. She slid off of him and held his hand to sit him up on the edge of the bed. Very delicately, elegantly she knelt before him smoothing her skirts. The combination of innocence and mischievousness in her eyes was an unbearable magic potion upon him. Temptress...sorceress...succubus, he thought...angel.

All either of them could hear was slight creak of the wood floor and furniture as they moved closer, the staggered pattern of their breaths, and the whispering shuffle of sheets like restless ghosts. He slid one finger under her chin lifting her eyes to his. She looked so deceptively tame with her sweet face and doe eyes, lips parted, parched for him.

As he caressed his fingertips over her lips her small impudent tongue flicked out to swirl around them. She parted her lips and trapped them gently, sucking and licking them inside the wet warmth of her perfect mouth.

“Father, may I taste you?” she asked caressing the very warm stiff bulge forming against the starched black cloth.

He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing, as he asked, “Are you absolutely sure, Violetta?”

Those eyes, irresistible as dark chocolate, meet him in a pleading gaze. “Please. I beg you, Father...give me your blessing.” Her hands were beginning to work at his pants to free his cock, moving slowly, hoping for his approval.

“You're awaiting my permission?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Mmm...my apt student. You're so lovely like this...so perfect,” he praised. He gave a haughty evaluating nod, flicking his eyes up and down, playing the strict schoolmaster. “Yes...very good, Miss Vespero. I think you've earned it.”

She wasted no time freeing him, sliding his trousers hastily down his thighs then bracing her warm hands upon them, gripping the thick muscles tightly. She ran her palms over the curve of his ass, down to the thick muscles of his upper legs and held once more, reaching her little body further up to take him in her mouth. She licked gently, almost reverently at the swollen tip, closing her eyes to savor him for the first time, like a rare delicacy, like the eucharist itself. She tasted the salt of where it already dripped for her, then the hot sweet firmness of the shaft, as she circled her hand around it and moved gently.

Will groaned, his head dropped back, eyes closed in divine ecstasy, as the red carnation of her mouth bloomed around him. He cradled her head, combing his large pale hands through the black silk of her hair. They could both tell he wouldn't last long; not when she would pull away for a moment just to lick him languidly from base to tip and smile up at him with her slick red mouth. Violetta moaned, “Mmmm. Padre, you taste divine. Let me see those lovely ocean eyes while I take you. Let your face shine upon me” before taking him in even deeper.

He gasped, “I'm...close.”

She smiled so sweetly up at him stroking up and down, saying, “In my mouth...please. I want to drink you.”

He commanded, “Unbutton your dress...remove it. I want to see more of you...all of you, before I quench your thirst.”

Violetta drew back slightly, teasing him, fingers moving lazily over each pearl buttons as she released it revealing more and more.

He huffed a gruff grunt, and said breathily, “Ohhh...you sinful infuriating woman. Stop teasing,” but he said it with the tiniest smile breaking his severe expression.

She rose to her feet before him, nearly naked. Just one more drop of a hem and she would be bare before him. Starring him directly in the eye, she said, “Make me, Father. No one can fight me like you do,” as she toyed with where the dress rested low and loose over her hips, sliding her thumbs lightly under the fabric, her top already bare and tempting.

He pulled her roughly by the waist to stand between his thighs and tugged the remainder of her clothes off. Will's large hands and long fingers caged her pliant flesh, digging in, as his tongue lashed one warm long stroke from belly to sternum. His mouth hungrily enveloped her breasts, nipping at the peaks, sucking until she whimpered and her body became slack. He grabbed her discarded dark purple cravat, and slung the silk around her neck. It struck him that the scarf strongly resembled the deep purple stole he would wear for advent services...the color of awaiting the unknown. Will had done his waiting. He needed her now. With a grunt he balled the fabric tightly in his fist, pulling her to him. His face met hers as he flicked his tongue just once over her lips, then he said in a voice raspy with lusty frustration, “kneel.”

Eyes wide with arousal and the tiniest bit of fear she dropped to her knees, sucking ferociously at his cock, challenging him; daring him to resist any longer. He thrust lightly into her mouth. As she took him, he said, in his commanding parson's tone usually reserved for the pulpit, “This is my body, broken for you. Eat of my flesh...drink of me...and I will give you life.”

Violetta moaned her affirmation, gripping harder into his thighs, and sucking forcefully until the stiff length of him shuddered and pulsed against her tongue, the warm liquid coating her mouth and throat as she swallowed and savored, sucking every last drop he could anoint her with. She held him there, even as his breath slowed. Finally she relinquished her hold and he observed her in awe, seeing her crimson-lipped and diabolically sated, like a vampire. Licking her lips, she sat back her onto her heels and said, “Amen” with the most indulgently dark but devoted stare.

“Come here you lovely, sweet, evil girl, you,” he purred. When she rose he gathered her tightly against himself, kissing her and tasting himself from her lips. The vicar slid his hand gently across her shoulder, down the violin-curve dip of her waist and up again to her hip.

Will gasped out in awe, “Just look at you...bare and lovely as Eve,” sliding a finger under her chin and smiling warmly, proudly.

“Did I please you?”

He kissed her forehead and held her cheek as he said, “So well, darling. So well...but now it's time for your lesson.” He said, grabbing her mound possessively, ghosting his fingertip over her soaked lips, stealing her breath momentarily. “Bella,” he gasped as he cradled and traced her body with his hands. There was yet another chapter left for them to study this Sunday, and it was written across her skin.

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watching-pictures-move · 5 months ago

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Movie Review | The Hot Nights of Linda (Franco, 1975)

I don’t watch Jess Franco’s films for things like tight plotting, but this one feels especially disjointed even by his standards. This has all the stuff you normally get with his movies, like naked ladies, cool visuals, vaguely perverted goings on, but the assembly feels half haphazard. Franco was known for shooting multiple movies at the same time, and without doing any research into this one specifically, I’d wager this was a bunch of scenes he shot and only figured out how to put it together in the editing room with the help of clumsier than usual dubbed dialogue. The fact that this abruptly piles on the killings at the end and wheels out the lamest narrative device at the very end leads me to suspect this was the case.

To be clear, this is not entirely a knock on the movie, as there are plenty of things to enjoy. For example, like many a Franco flick, this has Lina Romay, and no movie starring her is entirely bereft of enjoyment. Romay plays the sex obsessed daughter or niece of a messed up family, who may or may not have seen her uncle or father Paul Muller murder his wife Monica Swinn after finding her in the arms of a lover. Romay insists to our heroine Alice Arno, who Franco frequently shoots to have her hair glimmer like gold in the sunlight, that she’s a virgin. "I only make love by myself. I do it often." But let us say that that statement no longer holds soon after she says it. And she doesn’t seem to respect boundaries, like when she barges in on Arno taking a shower and starts chatting her up while leaving the front of her sweater vest open. Anyway if you wanna see her suggestively eat a banana like on the poster, you’ll have to wait for an hour. There is also a “hard banana” version where I assume the banana goes places it’s not meant to, even if it may be “shaped to fit”, to take a phrase from online clothes shopping. That version appears to only exist in a horrible VHS rip, so I’m not sure how much you’d see anyway.

Other than that, there is some tenderness between Veronica Llimera as Romay’s childlike sister or cousin and the family’s mute servant played by Pierre Taylou. (I half suspect the character was made mute through the dub.) And Franco produces some stylish imagery, with some nice coastal atmosphere in the outdoor scenes and a sensual zoom from Romay caressing Llimera’s nude body to the same thing seen in a mirror. And while whipping scenes in Franco’s films normally involves ladies, this was one where Muller whips Taylou, so he’s broadening his horizons. Anyway, I’m not sure how well this all comes together, but it’s worth noting that Romay is seen not just in varying states of undress but also in a green robe, which automatically makes this a good movie.

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fireworkss-exe · 7 months ago

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things in our production of six

backup dancers for each of the queens! one of the dancers/understudt for anne b was the main actress's sister, so we joked that her sister was playing mary boleyn

everyone had color-coded rhinestone-covered picture frames to dance with during haus of holbein

we had one guy in the anne b dance group so he stood in for henry (i.e. saying the "off with her head!" line in don't lose your head and physically swiping right and left on his phone during the post-holbein scene

he also had a vest with the tudor rose crest embroidered on it. it was cool

OUTDOOR VENUE.

the main actress for parr actually choreographed a lot of the show

cleves had a HUGE fur jacket that she took off during get down

cleves started coughing on everyone after her plague line

when the queens heckled parr, they yelled stuff like "pick me" and "mid"

aragon (who I played one night) actually tried to tackle anne b after the "he doesn't wanna bang you, somebody hang you" line (but it was changed to "he thinks I'm cuter, someone execute her" since this was a school show)

our understudy for parr wore a skirt when she played her! it was layered blue and black and it was sooo pretty

I wore a shit ton of body glitter every night and our costume designer said it looked like a disco ball sneezed on me

we had a projector screen above the stage that showed the real portraits of each queen during their respective songs

cleves had a giant red picture frame that she stepped out of at the start of get down

on the night I played aragon, the audio completely cut halfway through six, so we had to get the audience to keep the beat AND IT WORKED (we got the audio back for megasix though)

#six #six the musical

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popcornforone · 1 year ago

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The Forever Solstice

A Max Phillips Fan Fic

First of all I’m sorry. I mucked up. I wanted this published on Wednesday for the Summer Solstice, but as usual life got in the way, so here we are now a few days late, but it’s time to see what Max wants to do on the longest day of the year. I’m really back into my vampires at the moment. (& yea I took that sun set photo)

Synopsis: As a new vampire you are missing your beach days in the summer with your friends, so Max decides to treat you to a night on the beach you deserve.

Word count: 3700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! PIV sex, sex outdoors, reader is a vampire, swearing, blood, mentions of transformation & other vampire lore(it’s Max after all) teasing, lots of fluff & romance, established relationships, violence & death are alluded to but not written about (again Max being a Vampire covers most of this) lots of detailed descriptions linked to all sorts of things.

As always all feed back is welcome, & thank you all for the read & the love, I always really appreciate it

Being a creature of the night does not have its good points during the summer. The heat & the Sun is constantly bearing down on you both, it will mean that you spend a lot of time sleeping in the dark to hibernate. However you do have Max Phillips to look after you & make sure that you are his vampire bride for all of eternity. The vampire life is lush, but this is first time you are actually regretting your decision to be turned by the love of your life, your soulmate, your forever.

Blood can keep your cool, but it doesn’t replace the joy of going to the beach with your friends & Max can see that in your eyes as you wake up each evening, desperate for one more day on the beach. Long gone are the beach walks, barbecues & drinking games of never have I ever which lead to you & your friends rushing to the sea to cool off. He wants to give you that joy of one more day on the beach, but he knows if you both even step towards it in daylight, that you will both be ashes within seconds, dust to dust, lying on the floor dead for the rest of time.

The summer solstice is here & he can think of no better time for him to treat you to this one event. An event that might not be exactly what you think it will be, but that will stay long in both your memories for as long as you are together which is now for forever & a day. The longest day of the year means that you can’t go out at all not until it gets to 9pm & even then it’s a risk. Knowing that, Max makes sure to wake you up at 8. He asked you to prepare. He asked you to put on your favourite human summer clothes. Something appropriate for a mystery occasion, something that will leave a little bit to the imagination. Over your swim wear you wear your mermaid shorts & long floaty flowing vest top. “Beautiful as always my forever” Max echos as he sees you emerge ready for this beautiful night. You both take your vampiric form & the two of you transform to fly towards your destination. You can’t help feel that this might be incredibly magical & romantic for the man who has no beating heart.

You present your human form on the beach at 10 pm. The waves are still warm & the Sands still crisp & course & it gets everywhere but you are not complaining, this is what you want. You’ve wanted this every morning so far when you’ve gone into your slumber to hide from the humidity & light. You wanted one more beach day, now be it at the twilight of night, which will only be for the next six hours. You are here, & Max is standing next to you. He already knows by the happy look on your face, that he has done a good job.

“Oooh Maxie really a beach day, seriously?” You ask & smile at him before you kiss his lips. You might both be dead but the warmth radiating between the two of you as you embrace, is exactly what you both need. “Anything for you, my forever” Max says as he unbuttons his shirt “I’m sorry you can’t come to the beach with your friends anymore. A small price to pay for eternity with me”. There is smirk on his face as he says that. “Also no sun burn, you won’t look like a lobster, no sticky sun lotion.” “But if we see it, we will catch fire & be a blaze” you say as you slide off your outer clothes so you can leap in the water in the swim wear Max insisted you wore. You dash to the sea & see Max is a little bit tentative. “Come on baby, it’s so nice & warm in here, your missing out”

Max in his swim shorts which he brought especially for today, as he has not needed any for the last 80 years, walks along the shore line watching you splash about. He adores your little giggle & smile, & sees the playfulness & lust for a long life, which drew him to you in the first place. Initially for a quick snack but this has now turned into a bond that is unbreakable. “Max come on, live a little,” you smirk & Max sighs. “Well it is you my forever, & this is your dusk so…” Max slowly enters the sea & shudders. “Thought you said this was warm?” He screeches “yes it is, it’s better the further in you get” you’ve swam back to him a little bit to encourage him. Eventually Max is floating & then starts to struggle. “I seem to have forgotten how to swim” he says as you splash him. “Seriously? How long has it been Max?” You always forget that Max has been a vampire longer that your grandparents have been alive you assume he was only turned a few years ago. So when he replies with “75 years baby” you look shocked. Your 120 year old partner doesn’t look a day over 35 & hasn’t for 85 years. “Well maybe we can just wade & paddle Max, don’t want you to drown do we.”

Max admires your body as you get out of the water. “My my, it’s like looking at a classic Bond girl” he jokes as your body glistens in the salt from the sea. “Does that make you my Daniel Craig?” You smirk as you hold his had & walk along the shore line, the warm sand feeing crisp & getting stuck in your toes. “Oooh no you no I’m more Sean, you don’t mess with the original, you know I was at the London Premier of Dr. No?” Max states. Just holding his hand walking along the beach talking trivial stuff makes you happy. It’s a normal small thing, that okay yes you do often, but not having to hide & just being you & Max, you swear your black icy heart has started pumping again. So much of your early dating was dusk walks, dark Forrest’s, illuminated by the wisps of the twilight sky to protect him from the vicious sun. This moment along the beach reminds you of just that.

Eventually you reach a little shack which is closed for the night but being a creature of the night, Max can easily transform to get inside. You’ve not quite learnt this skill yet, you only recently master turning into a bat for a long period of time, this makes travel so much easier. Max opens the door once he is back in human form “you are invited in” he jokes. It’s usually you that says that when Max comes back from a feast or a hunt. He always jokes that he’s not Kiefer in the lost boys when you do. You chuckle at the irony of this but then your eyes dilate. Max opens the fridge door in the shack where there are fours rare stakes, oozing, looking so inviting. Your mouth salivating desperate for a taste. He’s slowly easing you into more blood for your thirst, but this is a treat. These steaks are fresh & are just begging to be devoured. He sees the frenzied look in your eyes. “I told you tonight would be special.”

You both eat your first steaks like you’ve not eaten anything for months, like it’s your last ever meal. It hardly touches the sides as you chomp away. But your second you both savour every bite. The texture, the flesh, the way it has small residues of blood seeping from it. Each mouthful is a delight as you sit outside the shack on a bench, eating the meat, each ounce feeding your hunger & tasting sublime. “Max I didn’t know steak could taste this good completely rare.” You lick your lips to get every little scrap & taste every bit of residue. Max beams back at you. “Midnight feasts are still good even as adults” he playfully responds before beaming at you. His hand cradles your cheek his eyes dark like the star filled sky. “I suppose I’m going to have many more nights of feasting to come” you reply before fluttering your eyes at him.

As his lips take yours, his left hand wanders from your neck, tracing the bite marks he left to transform you, still there 10 months later. Almost fully healed, but will always feel a little tender, knowing this is where your mortal soul left your body. Once his fingers have done circling they move to your bikini top, cupping your breast. Still slightly damp from your swimming escapades. Your nipple hardening as he teases it. “Max…” you softly gasp, feeling so aroused at his teasing & playful nature tonight. His large palms working your body, knowing exactly what makes you rive & what will make you beg for more. “I think we may have to make this a yearly tradition” he says as he pulls you into his lap on the bench you are both sitting on. As you straddle him he slips the gusset of your bikini bottoms to the side, you can feel him hardening in his swim shorts bellow you.

“Max Phillips enjoying the summer solstice? I never thought I’d see the day” you say as you lift up slightly while he takes his penis out of his swim shorts ready for you to enjoy. You place one hand on his shoulder while the other strokes his length leisurely, making sure you experience everything on this special night. “We’ll love makes you do crazy things my forever, & with you i feel young at heart again.” He stokes your back as you are lowered onto him & your groan rings out across the empty beach, with nothing to bounce it off but the night sky & your desire for each other. “Oooh what did I ever do to deserve you Max?” “Be you” he replies “I never went searching for my forever & then I stumbled upon you & I knew it was meant to be”

As you rock into each other as you straddle Max, small moans escape your mouth. You’ve never been vocal while having sex, but tonight being out in the open, with not a souls in sight you say a few more things, while Max’s attends to your needs, pleasuring your clit & telling you about the eternity that you will both face together. “Max forever with you is not enough” you say, panting & grinding away, feeling every pulse inside you, knowing that when he gets going it’s going to be really insatiable. “I know darling, imagine how bad forever would be if we didn’t have each other” he pulls you in closer as he becomes more rapid. His fangs start to appear, those Carmel eyes get darker, almost black, as he scans your body with such detail, noticing every micro bead of sweat & sea drop off you, as you moan in pleasure. He peppers your neck with kisses, a neck that for 2 years was his primary source of food, but he found you more delicious than any blood he could slurp from you. It really was like you were made for each other.

“No man has ever made me feel as good as you Max” you can really feel Max picking up his speed, hitting the spot, making your walls flutter, making the stimulation & pleasure almost too much, you know it’s happening soon as he holds your chin. “Well I’m not a man baby, that’s why they can never live up to me” he says before biting into your bottom lip, feeling the passion in your kiss as you lock together. His hand running through strands of your long damp hair, caressing your back afterwards & getting you ready for the climax he believes you deserve.

“Oooh fuck Max, Oooh fuck fuck FUUUUCCCCKKKKK” vampiric speed is always insane, but when Max is almost at the point of cuming he ramps it up even further. Powerful vibrators wish they could be 20% as good as this. Feeling his penis pound you furiously making you clamp around him, always sends you over the edge & tonight is no exception. This may not be in a coffin or the master bedroom of Max’s mansion, but it still has the same effect. Waves crashing doesn’t even do it justice. You are both swarming together, orgasming almost in unison, as his nails dig into your hips while he growls are the desire escaping his lips. The creature of the night desperately after a release that it finds. Desire & passion overflowing & both making you fall even deeper in love with one another.

You still, & so does Max, your foreheads touching breathing heavily, both unable to speak before he pulls you in for one more kiss. He hold your face as you explore each others mouths & just know that this feeling will never get old & neither of you will ever be willing to let this go. “Forever” you say in unison. Your bond strong, proving you are undead souls mates, embracing a few minutes more your head resting on his chest. Still a weird sensation, hearing each other breathe & pant desperately trying to calm down after a moment like that, & not see his heart pump. You’re still so new to this, that at times you really do forget that you are now dead. “My words are true, my forever. every summer solstice we will celebrate our love on the beach, for as long as eternity will allow us.” His next kiss is sweet & the glance in his eyes when you break is one of a puppy dog, desperate to please you & make you happy.

It’s 2am when you reach back to your items that you left on the beach when you arrived. Still there as it’s so early, no one has attempted to take them. You slip your shorts & top back on & Max buttons up his shirt which was laying over a little cool bag. “I can’t believe you went out & got summer clothes just for tonight Max, the effort is appreciated & I’ve really enjoyed my night on the beach” you reply. “Well I got the shorts, but I didn’t buy the top” he says winking at you. You know full well that there’s an unfortunate soul out there somewhere, who Max at the minimum drank guilty from looking his that face this second, & that is the sensible option. You know that look to well, your surprised someone’s not been reported missing if your honest. “Well however you came across that palm tree shirt, the original owner had good taste” you pick up a towel to dust some sand off your feet before putting your shoes on, you know your probably going to have to transform to get home soon.

“Speaking of taste…” Max smoulders as he opens up the cool bag. “I thought you deserved something cool & sweet to end our night on.” There it is. Sitting in the small box sounded by ice & blood bags, are two bloodsicles. “Oh my god Max. I thought you said we didn’t have enough blood to make more of these” you say as you reach in & slowly take yours out, sniffing it & your eyes darkening in an instant. Blood naturally restores you to your best form after drinking, but bloodsicles are the ultimate indulgence. You have to be so careful with you drink from the human to save enough of it, for you to turn them into these icy Delights. Max’s smile at you means there is probably someone hypnotised in his basement giving him a constant supply, that you don’t know about. But that’s a discussion you can have with him another day.

Your tongue lazily trails across it. The coolness making you shiver from the ice. But then the feeling of the iron in the blood reaches your taste buds & your try so hard not to just slurp the whole thing down. “It’s A negative?” You questions. Max has been teaching you the different types of blood & which are best for quick feeds or sustainable, there’s a lot more to this vampire stuff than you ever really thought there would be. “Yes, correct, I’m impressed” he says as he walks up to you & starts licking his own. “You really are taking all this stuff seriously, I’m very happy you said that” “I mean…” you interrupt “… you did say I had forever to learn this but why wait, also the quicker I do, the quicker we can take it in turns to hunt & feast, the stronger a vampire I will become, & soon we will be invincible” you cackle jokingly. Be it in human, transitioning or as a young vampire, you have always teased Max about him wanting the world & becoming an invincible force of nature. It’s always been your little joke.

Each lick of the bloodsicle makes you feel revitalised. Feeling it cool you down, making your thirsts quenched. It really is a delight, almost as delicious as those steaks. Max really has through of everything tonight, to give you a night you will never forget. You feel fantastic, like you have been reborn. Your summer blues of hiding away in the dark have been worth it for this beautiful night. You savour the last lick, not letting any drop of blood go to waste, as it trickles its way through your body. Your lips now ruby red & plump & inviting. Max takes the opportunity to take yours one last time on the beach. His own scarlets, meeting yours as he holds you tight & close, your bodies merging, feeling the love on his lips, the smoulder from his gaze before you both just shut your eyes, enjoying every second & making it count.

Your embrace is interrupted by an alarm Max had set on his phone, which he looks down on. It warns him it’s an hour until sunrise. He tucks your hair behind your ears & sighs. “I’m sorry I can’t give you a proper day at the beach, but I hope tonight was fun, my forever” he says as he holds your hand & you both start getting ready to transform to head home. “Max tonight you have given me a memory I will never forget. Of all the summer solstices I’ve ever taken part in, this will be the one I treasure the most because you were willing to risk it all for me, just to make me smile” you reply before resting your forehead against his. You both just stand there in silence, breathing hearing the waves crash & the sound of a few early birds waking up before the sun rise.

“Forever my love” Max eventuality says “I’m glad I did this justice.” He tightly holds your hand before looking you up & down. “I’m ready” you say looking at him proudly, as you both transform & travel back to the mansion. It doesn’t take long but the journey is always dangerous if either of you are spotted. You reach his house & go inside before the sun rises, safe in the knowledge you have both got back without being turned to ash. You head off to go get changed when Max takes your hand & takes you upstairs. “I have one more surprise, my forever.” He says as he takes you into the attic.

There is a small sky light in the attic which is boarded up so there are no accidents, however what is new in the attic is a periscope that is leading into it. “Come take a look my love, let’s finish tonight properly” you tentatively look through it & see the sea on the horizon, before the blacks, purples & blues of the night sky are slowly replaced by orange, yellow & a glorious sun. Instantly you hiss at it but you can’t feel its heat, & it’s not touching you. The hiss was a reflex reaction. You’re safe from the thing that could kill you instantaneously, & Max has created a device that will allow you to watch all the sun rises going forward. “Max this is so beautiful, come have a look” you beacon him over but he stays still. “Oooh this is for you my forever, it’s taken my 3 weeks to instal this & make sure it’s safe. I’ve seen 21 sun rises in that time, & each one has been beautiful” you smile & return to glancing at the beautiful horizon that you had spent the solstice on.

Max wraps his arms around your waist & Rests his head on your right shoulder. “I say they have all been beautiful but I know for sure that the one you are looking at right now is the most beautiful of all” he whispers, words that make you melt, which sound so soothing. “Why is that Max, how can you be so sure?” You reply stepping away from the periscope. “Because you’re the one who saw it, & your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world & I don’t need anything to see how big it is right now”. You blush & hug Max, a slight tear trickling down your face. “My forever” he says before leading you out of the attic & taking you straight to bed, to consummate your first summer solstice night, as Max Phillips Vampire Bride.

#fanfic #my fics #smutt #pedro pascal #no minors #over18 #max phillips fics #max phillips #vampire #vampire fiction #fan fiction #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal character fanfiction #blood sucking bastards #blood sucking bosses #pedro pascal characters #vampire fanfiction

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sheliesshattered · 10 months ago

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I've been dealing with a little bit of a cold this last week on top of the normal spoonie-ness, so it was slow going on my most recent sewing project -- the hooded wrap, not quite a cape, not quite a shawl, definitely not a scarf, definitely not a robe thing -- which Jack says I need a better name for lol -- but with pacing and slow incremental progress, I was actually able to finish it in pretty good time.

Ironing and pinning the very long hem was the most time consuming part, but pacing myself actually allowed me to slow down and handsew all the corners into place before I put it through the sewing machine, which resulted in much crisper edges than I would have had if I was rushing to finish it. This time last week I wasn't sure if I would be able to machine sew the hem, but I actually like the look of the top stitching it produces, so I went with what was both easier and nicer looking. After all the ironing and pinning it took me nearly an hour to sew the whole thing in the machine, inching along to keep my lines straight and remove all those pins, so I don't even want to think about how long it would have taken me to handsew it, lol.

I did french seams on all the seams, since they may be seen from the outside, and turned the hem under twice at about the same width for a nice crisp matching look. The resulting hooded thing is soft and cozy and moderately warm, and can be worn a bunch of different ways, which is fun.

With the hood down and the wrap bits left to hang straight down, it's got nearly Jedi robe vibes:

One of the wraps tossed over the shoulder creates nice asymmetry:

But with both of the wraps up on the shoulder and the hood up, it's got a different feel entirely:

The fabric is a brushed cotton herringbone that grips itself reasonably well, so once the wraps are tossed over the shoulders they stay put pretty well. From the side view you can see how it just drapes nicely down the back:

And when they're tossed over the shoulders like that, the finished ends are similar in length to the center back point:

With the wraps unfolded and left long in the front, the back panel is much more visible. There's no shoulder seam at all -- the wraps just continue up over the shoulder and meet at a 45 degree angle in the back:

I was careful when I cut out the pieces and when I pinned both parts of the french seam, so that I could line up the herringbone weave neatly and get these cool chevrons at the center back:

The length in the back is enough for it to feel a bit like a cape, but not in a huge dramatic way or anything -- and Disney generally frowns on large capes and robes for Batuu Bounding, from what I've heard. But with this length I feel like my back and shoulders are covered, but the longest bit of the center back isn't so long that I actually sit on it. I wore it out of the house this weekend and was comfortable both wearing it in the car and walking around an outdoor flea market.

I have about seven yards left of this fabric, so at some point here I'm going to make a Norse-inspired apron dress out of the rest of it, to go over the fleece dress seen in the photos, which I sewed last month, and to go over lighter underdresses in the spring, and possibly on its own in the summer. I like the idea of this hood matching that apron dress, and I did draw some inspiration for Norse/viking hoods with pointed capelets in front and back, too. Not at all historically accurate, but historically-inspired, like the fleece dress.

But really my brain is all about Star Wars right now, and the Batuu Bounding for our trip to Disneyland coming up in about six weeks. The hooded wrap has a very different vibe with big boots and leather-look leggings and a fitted vest and various Star Wars-y accessories. My nb sibling described this hooded thing as 'what Luke Skywalker would wear if he was a crow witch' -- and as an irl crow witch and a non-affiliated gray Force user in my silly Star Wars OC building, I can certainly live with that, lol.

I have a few detail things for my Batuu Bounding outfit that I still want to work on, but generally I'm really happy with how it's coming together. Next up, I'm going to switch gears and work on some details to spruce up Jack's jacket for our outing, now that we've got the base-layer pieces for him figured out too. Pictures of that (and my outfit) as they start to come together.

Six weeks isn't a ton of time to get costuming pieces done in, especially without pushing myself too hard, but I also feel like both of our outfits are good to go the way they are right now. It's just, they could be cooler looking with a little more time and effort. And hey, I'm having fun with the process and it's keeping me from vibrating in place and rewatching every Star Wars movie and tv show over and over again while I count down to my birthday, lol.

#my sewing #hooded wrap #Batuu Bounding #Star Wars bounding #Disenybounding #2024 mood #long post #I am stupidly excited about this whole thing

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