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pxnsneverland · 1 year ago

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Autumn Roses | Young Ian x OC (part 1)

plot summary: As a half black half white slave in colonial North Carolina, Rose has struggled with her place in the world. After her mother's death in childbirth and finding out that the recently deceased River Run plantation master was her father, the mistress of River Run, Jocasta Cameron, took her in treating her as more of a daughter than a slave. Jocasta educated and raised Rose with no one outside the house ever being the wiser. But the arrival of Jocasta's nephew Jamie Fraser and his wife Clare threaten to turn Rose's world upside down especially when they bring along their bright haired, blue eyed nephew Ian Murray.

pairings: Young Ian x OC

fandom: Outlander

word count: 2286

warnings/notes: Hey guys! I've had this Outlander fan fiction idea for awhile and I finally put pen to paper so to speak. I hope you all enjoy it! And those of you that know me from my Elvis fan fiction, no worries. I'm still writing it and will be updating soon :)

Chapter 1: The Fateful Meeting

River Run was not a locale where one could expect to encounter a plethora of thrilling events. Each day followed a set routine, a carefully crafted plan. Each individual was aware of their designated position. All but myself, I presume. There wasn't much of a place for negros in North Carolina society. They were considered slaves or possessions by the affluent white individuals who possessed the financial means to acquire them. I, too, followed in the footsteps of my mother, as countless others have done before me. From the moment of my birth, I was thrust into the cruel and inhumane world of slavery. Yet, despite my lowly status, I was afforded a modicum of respect and deference that set me apart from my fellow slaves. The circumstances surrounding my birth were shrouded in mystery, as my mother had passed away during delivery. It was not until years later that I was able to uncover the identity of my father, and the reasons behind my unique position as a lighter-skinned slave who resided within the household rather than toiling in the fields alongside my peers. Upon the passing of Master Cameron, I was summoned by his wife, Jocasta Cameron, at the tender age of eight. It was then that she imparted upon me the knowledge of my origins - a child born of a man who wielded his power over his possessions. Devoid of any offspring to call her own, she developed a fondness for my company. From that moment forward, my status shifted from that of a mere slave to that of a ward, receiving a different kind of treatment. Under the veil of secrecy, within the confines of River Run's protective isolation, Mistress Cameron imparted upon me a wealth of knowledge and skills. She taught me the art of reading and writing, the importance of proper speech, the intricacies of chess, the melodies of the piano, and any other subject that she would have typically taught her own flesh and blood. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the plight of my brethren who toiled ceaselessly in the fields and within the confines of the main house. For I, too, was akin to them - a mere possession adorned with precious jewels. In due course, I succumbed to the monotony of everyday life, much like the masses. However, my place left much to be desired, and the apprehension of never discovering my rightful place consumed me, as if such a haven was merely a figment of my imagination.

On a stunning autumn day, I made the decision to settle beneath the grand oak tree in my front yard. With a book in hand, I whiled away the hours in peaceful solitude. Mistress Cameron sat on the porch, accompanied by her attendant Ulysses. He was a slave who assisted her in all her endeavors, given her blindness. Despite residing in the house slave quarters, he was treated almost as well as I. However, I had been granted my own room years ago, located in a separate wing of the house, far from any visitors who might chance upon it. I sensed the unwavering gaze of Mistress Cameron upon me, despite her lack of visual confirmation. Her admiration for me was so profound that I made every effort to avoid disappointing her. With my head bowed and my lips sealed, I remained hidden as instructed. The stakes were high, for if anyone were to discover that Mistress Cameron was imparting her knowledge upon me and treating me with her customary kindness, both she and I would face certain death.

The day was a delight, with the gentle autumn breeze causing small ripples to form along the river nearby. The season of autumn had always held a special place in my heart. The leaves underwent a stunning transformation, displaying a vibrant array of colors. The fruits of one's labor were bountifully harvested. Perhaps I could have continued to relish the moment, were it not for the gradual approach of a boat traversing the river, its sound growing ever louder. With haste, I rose from my spot and sought refuge behind the towering tree, ensuring that I remained concealed from the body of water. The boat glided past me before coming to a halt just a stone's throw away from the walkway leading up to the house. I cautiously poked my head out, curious to catch a glimpse of the unexpected visitor. Anticipating the arrival of esteemed guests at River Run, I envisioned the likes of the governor, a soldier, or a lord, among the customary high-ranking individuals who graced us with their presence. In lieu of that, my gaze fell upon a towering, robust Scottish gentleman in the prime of his life, boasting locks of hair so fiery that they appeared to ignite in the sun's rays. He gallantly assisted a slender woman, who appeared to be slightly senior to him, in disembarking from the vessel. Her hair, pinned to the back of her head, was almost as curly as mine. Her skin was as pure as freshly fallen snow, unmarred by any imperfections, unlike that of so many other women. As she emerged from the boat, her gracefulness was striking.

Mistress Jocasta had risen from her seat, bringing Ulysses along with her. She now stood before them, a smile adorning her countenance. “Jamie. Welcome to River Run.”

Jamie respectfully nodded his head. “Auntie Jocasta.” With a gallant gesture, he removed his hat and bestowed upon her a graceful bow.

With open arms, Mistress Jocasta welcomed him into her embrace. Accepting her invitation, he embraced her tightly, conveying through the hug the length of time that had passed since their last meeting. “Blessed be,” she whispered softly, “You’ve grown to be a giant. That’ll be the Mackenzie blood flowing through ye.”

A soft smile graced Jamie's lips. “I was no more than a bairn when you last saw me. Had nowhere to go but up.”

So, the individual in question was Jamie. Mistress Cameron had devoted considerable time to recounting to me the tales of her family's history in Scotland and her formative years. Jamie, the youngest son of her sister Ellen, had been a name that had reached my ears. Mistress Cameron spoke of him in a manner akin to how she conversed with Ulysses about me, as if he were her very own offspring. Finally, I had the pleasure of putting a face to the name.

“I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair,” she remarked, “Oh, how yer mother adored you.”

“She adored you as well. Always spoke of you wi’ love.”

“I miss her still.”

“As do I,” he replied. Jamie hesitated for a moment before proceeding, “Ah, Auntie, may I present my wife Claire?”

With a confident stride, Claire advanced towards Mistress Cameron, who lowered her head in deference. A smile appeared on Claire's lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron.” Her English heritage piqued my interest slightly. The union of a Scotsman and an English woman was a rare sight indeed.

“Oh, I hope you’ll call me Auntie, dear. We are kin after all.”

“Of course,” Claire replied with a soft chuckle, “Auntie it is then.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Claire.” Mistress Cameron enveloped her upper arms with a warm embrace.

All of a sudden, a boy emerged and began to make his way up the path, catching my attention as I had not previously noticed his presence on the boat. He appeared to be no older than myself, perhaps even the same age of 16. With his lengthy blonde locks neatly tied back, his complexion, which was of a light hue, glistened with perspiration from diligently transferring their possessions from the vessel. With a wide and sincere grin, he drew near. The sight of that smile was enough to elicit a reciprocal grin from anyone who caught a glimpse of it. His striking good looks caused my heart to flutter uncontrollably, and I desperately willed it to cease its erratic beating.

Ian. His name perfectly complemented his countenance - unassuming and charming.

Ian clutched a bushel of wildflowers in his hands. “I’m very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta.” He extended the bouquet of flowers towards her.

“Ye’re welcome, lad.” You are most welcome, young man. I realized when she didn't take the flowers that Ian probably didn't realize she was blind. After all, he had never laid eyes on her.

Ulysses came to the rescue, his voice a soft whisper in Mistress Cameron's ear as he spoke of the flowers that Ian had presented to her. As the realization dawned on her, her eyes widened with a sudden spark of understanding. Without hesitation, she reached out and took hold of the bushel, her fingers curling around it with a sense of purpose. “Thank you kindly, Ian. Forgive me. It is a long time since my sight had left me, though I still see shapes and shadows.”

“I’m sorry to hear, Great-Auntie.” His countenance reflected the genuine distress he felt upon receiving the news. His kindness was palpable.

“Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing. I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip, and the ability to sent truth from lies, if ye catch my meanin’.” His face lit up with a smile. Mistress Cameron spoke the truth. Throughout the duration of our acquaintance, she had consistently refused to regard her lack of sight as a hindrance. She navigated her surroundings with remarkable ease, almost as if she possessed perfect vision. Ulysses, her trusted companion, provided only sporadic assistance. I held great admiration for her actions. In that moment, a canine hastily approached Ian, positioning itself by his side with an uncontainable wag of its tail. With a joyful bark, he bid farewell to Mistress Jocasta and sprang off into the distance. “Oh goodness. Who have we there? Another acquaintance to be made.”

With a quick movement of the eyes, Jamie stole a glance at Ian. “Young Ian’s…mongrel, Rollo. Take hold of your beast, lad.”

With a nod, Ian chased after Rollo. No matter how hard he attempted to seize him, the dog darted beyond his grasp. A chuckle escaped my lips as I observed the comical sight of their cat-and-mouse game. Lost in my own amusement, I remained oblivious to Rollo's presence until he gently nudged the hem of my skirt from behind the tree. With a grin adorning his face, he patiently awaited my reaction. However, I found myself unable to respond. As Ian drew near, my heart nearly ceased beating, until he finally caught up to Rollo. “Rollo, you mangy beast, you can’t just go running off on Great-Auntie’s land.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his blue eyes widening as if he had just seen a ghost. Despite his pleasant demeanor towards Mistress Jocasta, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the potential harm he could inflict upon me. With a swift kick, I sent the book I had been engrossed in hurtling behind me, out of sight.

A lump had formed in my throat, impeding my breathing. Nonetheless, I persevered and managed to bow to him, my gaze fixed on the ground. “I’m sorry, Master Murray. I dinna mean to have any association with yer pet. Please forgive me.” At no other moment had I been as cognizant of the Scottish lilt that had been adopted from Mistress Cameron as I was presently.

Ian remained silent, leaving me on edge. I braced myself for any possible outcome, whether it be a physical altercation or an attack from his canine companion. My jaw tightened in anticipation. With a look of astonishment in his gaze, he uttered, “Ye’re the bonniest lass I’ve ever seen.”

My gaze was irresistibly drawn upwards, away from the ground. “What?”

Ian shook his head, as if to snap out of the current stream of consciousness that had been occupying his mind. “I’m sorry. I shouldna have been so forward. I’m Ian, Ian Murray.” In a swift motion, he grasped my hand and pressed his lips upon it with the grace of a chivalrous protagonist from a timeless tale. He bestowed upon me one of those smiles that had the power to make my heart flutter even from a distance. But now, as he stood before me, my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

As I was preparing to respond to him, my attention was diverted by the sound of my name being called out, “Rose!”

With haste, I withdrew my hand from Ian's grip as Mistress Jocasta, accompanied by Jamie, Claire, and Ulysses, approached our vicinity. Mistress Jocasta's countenance betrayed a hint of displeasure, yet it was overshadowed by an air of apprehension. “I thought I told you to stay out of sight when we have company.”

With a subtle movement, I placed my hands behind my back. “I was, Mistress Cameron, but Rollo…he found me…”

“It was my fault, Great-Anutie,” Ian interjected, “I should have caught up wit’ Rollo before he went sniffin’ around.”

Her fingers tightened around his shoulder. “It’s alright, lad.” A deep sigh escaped her lips. “We should all go inside. If you all are going to stay here awhile and since ye’re family, there are some things ye must know. I hope ye’ll keep an open mind.” Thus, we trailed after her as she led the way towards the main house. Ian strode alongside me, even though his legs surpassed mine in length. Every now and then, he cast a fleeting glance my way, but I refrained from reciprocating.

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myristicisms · 8 months ago

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Of all the people he'd land himself in the company of, of course it would be Deepground's most beloved mascot. Over the years, he's learned to bite his tongue and do as asked lest he end up back on the table again, fingers ripping through the sinews of pallid skin and pulling muscle from bone with little regard to the one trying not to squirm beneath the touch. ( Bide your time and the Goddess shall reward you. ) It's a personal mantra, one that he has to rapidly repeat in his head as sage green eyes stare incredulously at the so called immaculate one. He feels guilt for the amusement that comes alongside seeing such a powerful man helplessly trapped.

A lingering resentment being the cause, he'd guess, the Tsviets were the ones responsible for his misery in the ginger's opinion, especially the brothers. Were it not for them ripping him from his resting place in Banora so long ago he'd be happily exploring the world and seeing what all the planet has to offer in honor of his long departed friends. Perhaps he would cross paths with the puppy and his unconscious friend once more and maybe get the thrill of a proper battle with a fully healed body. ( The fates are cruel, ) Another musing, foolish as it is to continue to recite the old poem it still brought the once proud swordsman an odd sort of comfort.

“ Is that all you wanted me here for? To tell me something I've been saying for years? ” Still as sharp tongued as ever, Commander Rhapsodos was still alive and well in the shell that stood before the so-called king of Deepground. “ I'm truly honored you think of me as a confidant but if you're about to ask how to make this hellish home of ours more bearable, I'm afraid I don't have an answer you'd find satisfactory. ” Dangling metal catches the dim light, his head tilting ever so slightly while Genesis patiently watches and waits.

To those who always resided beneath the tower, this dog eat dog world really wasn't so bad; But for a man who had grown above ground, basked in the warmth of the sun for most of his life and got to enjoy simpler more peaceful times, Deepground was objectively the most miserable place he could have ever been forced to be in, forced harvesting of his flesh aside but even then Genesis wasn't particularly fond of the way science had gone about working towards further enhancing ShinRa's strongest. If the Goddess wished for her gift to be shared then she would have done so, he was the Planet's chosen champion and yet here he stood like an obedient dog waiting to be told to roll over and show his belly or face punishment.

Whatever it was the immaculate one wanted, it must have been serious to request a private audience with Rhapsodos, the Tsviets often refused to acknowledge his presence even on good days, a fact of which he wished would continue onwards. Seeing the warriors only rushed a sense of shame into the once proud mage, the brutality with which they carried themselves was barbaric in a way that would have made even Angeal question if honor ever truly existed. Angeal was a corpse though, nothing more than a mere ghost of better years and Genesis had much more important things to worry his pretty little head over.

@sleeplesswork | Weiss the Immaculate

❛❛ no one wants to be in deepground. ❜❜ the white - haired man speaks up from his throne, his voice rumbling with a restrained chuckle. he can’t help smiling, cocking his head to the side with an almost blasé attitude. despite the grim reality of his predicament — chained and shackled to a throne that, the longer one looks, the more the empowering image of an emperor seated before his subjects morphs into the disquiet sight of undeniable imprisonment — weiss only ever seems to excel within his confinements. perhaps because outside these walls, he would endure an even worse fate: strapped to a table and subjected to inhuman experiments... when this is the only life one knows, the lesser of two evils becomes bearable, no matter how macabre.

#muse;; genesis rhapsodos #sleeplesswork | weiss #verse;; the worlds end #• answered ic!#// genesis went into full hater mode I'm sorry #i guess that's just how it is when you hold grudges #and also spend years being experimented on //

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roseprincesskristina · 1 year ago

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Trick Or Sweet ((Vamp!Yami x Yugi))

((Heyo, boils and ghouls! I'm back from slight inactivity IRL writing my very first Halloween fan fiction featuring Puzzleshipping! Hope y'all enjoy this spookly sexy story, if you dare... Mwa ha ha ha ha! JK. Happy Halloween, guys! 😊✌🎃👻😈🌙🍬🍭🍫

Midnight. An interestingly bootiful dark shaded atmosphere sided along the graceful pearl painted luminary quietly emerges itself with utter serene by pure ascendance after a cheerful recent brass daylight pouring downward its endless heaven like brighten rays upon Mother Earth including every single denizen that lingers aimlessly within it, lacking any launchful speeding rush without proper patience or forcefully attempting to hasten this environmental nightfall whatsoever.

Tranquilly flooding such a luminous stating background about several emerald sheened insects, simply putting it as flashing fireflies, lighting up their adorably miniature bottoms at a silent medium decorating every area encircling the celestial sphere, an earthly ball located into a historical galaxy, with a friendly non toxic vegetative peaceful light show for an entire noiseless dim scenery, which is the treasured night.

Embraced ever so nearly including dearly from not only this unrambunctious shadowy skied natureland, however the traveling invisible waves that caused more trees alongside their leaves to become swayed smoothly. Placing its nontransparent palms unto all objects inside municipalities followed with poacher free meadows just to coolly caress them even gently and sensibly at once.

Onto this upcoming spooktacular occasion, obviously realized as Halloween risen onward an early horizon, additional squeaking bats have began to flutter everywhere into accumulated groups above the cloudless sky increasing their flighted quickness normally other than different airborne creatures such as happily morning birds of dayshine.

Seconded with a soothing cry of the mountain wolf blowing out its songful howl toward an angelic gem of a a full moonlight as an offering to make this evening write a warming smile upon its nonexistent expression. Never forgetting, in fact, that the duskly canine's decent howling song can also be a sign for this bone chilling event as well.

Traveling elsewhere over the humongous town of Domino City, Japan, homeland to all generational Duelists both beginners as well as professionals likely combined as one, millions of normal citizens are indulging their worried free lives at harmony's mercy, completely dressed up within different costumes to go as classical horror beasts, mascots, princesses, cartoon/video game characters, or of course, as popularly usual to training card gamers, Duel Monsters.

Joyfully commemorating this very frightful holiday alongside enthusiastic children who are superly thrilled to enjoy an all out fun trick or treating throughout the streets especially to stores in order to obtain extra sugary sweets. Unlike a few ordinary folks that never celebrated this bone chilling festivity due to them into pondering about having awful nightmares about petrifiying monstrosity, or perhaps not to feel like joining in the creepily occasion for some reason.

Standing outside the collector's card/gaming establishment alone on a doorstep known as Kame Game properly own by a youthful lad's archeological grandfather, Solomon Moto, a young man named Yugi Moto, famously realized by everyone and his friends around town as the legendary King of Games, can finally achieve absolute ease from dueling mercilessly encountered foes beside the permanent trek ahead for him previously few decades ago since he as well as his 5,000 year old spirit partner Yami Yugi, who was now King Atem according to his return to the Spiritual Realm due to the Ceremonial Duel in Cairo Egypt, have fought their path throughout gruesome challenges easily and intensively with all their joined might as well as an endless power of friendship so powerful enough to overcome beastly odds that were hurled against them.

Accompanied by each other's blazing courage seconded with righteous kindness magically transformed two attributes together into an ultimate unfathomable blade of friendship held with dual hands wielding in complete combination, there will be absolutely nothing, not even the obstacles of hardship, could cease the heroic duo of flaying off anything that blocks their path which lead them onward to their true destiny.

Afar of Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, Atlantis, to Grand Championship, their indestructible bonding sword shall never, ever think about throwing inward a towel or attempting to chip off its own sharpen tip by jamming itself to the harden stone just to kick the unwanted fragile stained bucket as symbolization of utter surrender.

Lastly, tonight at last, the kind hearted duel emperor, now within his youngful adulthood, can actually gain proper serenity that awaited his gentle presence for eternity to arrive before him, welcoming the Magician user with its wide revealing hands by embracing his fairly anatomy using its calming nighted breeze encircling all over him while patting on his cute little cheeks as well as caressing the brass bangs of his tri color spiked dough.

Meanwhile he himself aims his innocent violet pupils directly upward at the blackened blue surface swarming of crystal themed glistening stars winking downward at the lately adolescent cinnamon roll of a Duelist, who then, responded forward severally numbered dippers by a thankful grin arranging in his faultless expression being entirely back from a really extended trip hence the triumphant conclusion about the dreadful cesspool that was the Shadow Realm.

"Ahhhhh..... Boy, it feels really nice to have some peace and quiet around the city of Domino. Despite all the incredible challenges I fought so far ahead, thanks to the Pharaohs help. We really did make an awesome team throughout our previous adventures together, even with the bonds of true friendship that'll never be separated too easily. It's been stronger before, and now, it grows even more powerful than before." Yugi said, remaining his normal smile permanently glued unto his face during the wonderful memories he closely cherished with an Egyptian sovereign he nearly bonded alongside.

"Still. After all the rough duels me and Atem had together during my recent travels with him, I really missed him so much. He's like the older brother to me that I never had in my family."

The invisible puffy white air shoots out of his mouth as he noiselessly whistle a sad sigh, a crowned Duel Monster champion kept up his gaze to the pleasantly night sky observing the connected constellation of his most treasured lover of Ancient Egypt.

Placing his hand freely over his chest where the cherished bravery of the great Pharaoh was gifted deeply inside Yugi's heart, ruminating this fantasized sensation about the masculine palms of his former partner slithering across his body as if he was truly present behind him.

Furthermore, he would also inaugurated to the imaginative state having his cleared glimmering lips puckered halfway for a yearnful passionate smooch as a reunited tradition whenever his true love could occurred exactly at front where he stood, responding his kiss within sheer connection toward the rudeless vessel.

Extremely farther into a dream sequence slightly away of reality, advancing his steps directly forward to seek for his perfect love life he always thought about quatidiously in his mind everyday. Or otherwise, beyond eternally than daily.

"Atem.... Why did you have to go? We could've stayed with each other forever without going in our separate ways, or even trying to say goodbye.... I know you have your memories back, but... I want you to be with me... By my side again like you always do.... In fact, I need you in my life... More than anything else in the world for that matter.... Just you and me.... Together..... As true partners in love... Forever...."

Back inside the gaming store due to his "usually active night stroll" around the criminal free municipality as well as through a park within the center of Halloween, a friendly spirited Moto had finished every single daily chore that required to be done immediately as to being reminded by his kindly hearted grandparent/Duel Monster mentor, who is now living into Domino Town Retirement Home for elderly folks such as himself right after giving his beloved grandson an opportunity to treat his tutorial card shop as his own, practicing with great care as well as responsibility by following in his footsteps.

Secondly, he offered a bowl of irresistible candy apaced with chocolate to all young trick or treaters that came here for delectable treats, wishing them a scary Happy Halloween while the kids departed to another house for more sweets as he watched them enjoy a wonderfully spooky holiday in company of a caring smile drawn on his face.

Setting all numberly quotidian errands additioned with an alphabetical card sorting in a neatly cleansed order, also eating a hardy meal stored into a fridge afterwards carefully aside, the ex Milennium Item possessor have decided to lend himself an exhausted curing bath while heading upstairs to the bathroom stretching his lengthy arms from every hard work he has completed around the gaming distract/household.

Becoming the compassionate dueling hero of destiny placing his own existence ahead of others first than himself for their important safety against a tornado of darkness could be really tiresome sometimes, but to him, it was well worth the effort of saving both the world especially those he trustingly cares for surrounding him.

Calmingly lounging deep inside the warm steam bathtub showering himself with pleasant relaxation moistening up his sensitive body top to bottom alongside water, the spiky maned sweetheart sings out a soothing sigh escaping nicely instead of quickly from his mouth as the friendly mid heated water performs its decent comfort atop of his whole mildly physique dual hands as well as feet altogether.

While this time, he gladly does an advantage by scooping up some slight balmed H2O from the restroom minipool, rising himself out of the seating position in a normal paste lifting both palms into half air, then politely pours it all over the shiny slim figure followed with his multi shaded locks washing away those rancid stench lines called overanxiety and worriness rightly off of him.

"Mmmm.... Much better.... Pretty hot, though... But really, really tempting too...." He silently relieved, feeling himself like a brand new man than easily heretofore during his late adolescent years.

Finally thankful of taking a "welcome home/good afternoon" ablution, he exited out the cleansing room fully clothed into his fauxed Kuriboh bathrobe acting as a cozy drying attire for the courteous duel emperor as it pastely absorbs several waterdrips from his youthly anatomized form.

Before proceeding toward his bedroom, he must be accurately certain that the front door downstairs requires to be locked shut against intruders siding along robbers. Yet assuredly, there are absolutely no greed loving hoodlums such as the Rare Hunters to become revealed in sight. Which is positively a symbolism of gracious ease.

"Grandpa always warn me about letting bad people in our house without caution. Luckily that won't happen again in the future. I hope..."

Upstairs back in the bedroom before getting prepared for a peacely slumber as Yugi combs his huge needle like hair dough, not to mention the golden bangs, regularly in front of the circular length mirror noiselessly humming to himself without a care.

Gazing toward the adorably handsome reflection of himself looking undoubtedly purified as a neatly reborn angel resigning itself of the insufferable devil too permanently ago, until an unexpected shower drip from one yellow strand slothly descends downward into a half open comfort robe landing upon his spotless chest to the nipple.

Gasping embarrassingly within an indoor tone excluded of extreme loudness, but secretly finds it extraordinarily sensual while his cheeks have been invaded by a sneaky brush of blossom pink, he took two hands from his sides hovering on the bathrobe then normally unveils his tendering chest directly to the reflected object where the water drop from an earlier relaxing bath should be located somewhere.

Hardly in his young adulterated life would he ever trained himself to perform such kinky activities that involved self pleasure, which is especially right now indicating his mysterious privacy. Although, when it really comes to the gentlemanly charming Pharaoh, he refuses to become the effortless victim of predatory insecurities anymore as the smooth hand started to make a complete stop unto his chest, offering it with a swell thirsty massage on every part of his torso caressing himself all so pleasingly.

"M...Mmmm~... Mmm~... Oh my~.... Mmm~... Mmmmph~.... My god, I feel so.... So warm and peaceful inside~.... Like the Pharaoh's gentle courageous flames dancing up and down my spine so graciously in my body~... Burning up completely on my pure defenceless skin, but in a good way~..." He silently moaned during a secretive deep self cleansing task the dueling guru performs on himself, stroking smoothly around his body.

Nuzzling continuously all onto own his bare figure lacking any shameful regrets of transparenting the body whatsoever, the second fantasy position escort him evenly farther than an early dream he had while remaining outside the game parlor. Seeking himself into the unknown yet familiar grasps roping surroundingly on his waist by a dauntless being snuggling closely to his previous vessel of an irreplaceable lover.

This questionable silhouette who clings himself within an endless embrace to Yugi have possess the similar looks, pride, heroism, masculinity, even an overwhelming sensation of a consensual warmth as Atem. Trekking his strong passionable hands on his medium short partner following his slightly evolved muscular body above as well below in a soothingly ravishing pace.

Hurling out more craving moans climbing afar of his lungs while the seducing shadow pleases his host incredibly beyond further, until surprisingly as sudden, straight back in a real world where Yugi Moto was self moisturizing on his own life other than only the physical being, the returning ripped arms encircles him calmly and nearly in a decently comforting cuddle instantly behind him without the star shape haired youngster gaining absolute notice about his dreamy mate in non existent armor.

Tenderly rotating his total anatomy from the mirror then having him face toward his mystery stud who had unexpectedly appeared out of magic presently before him, lying both of his mild chilling hands onto his lovable comrade's precious little baby cheeks attempting his best not to cast an accidental scar across them with his obsidian claws.

Steadily extended his manly lips straightly over Yugi's hearing part giving him the most unbelievable beguiling dracularic hiss forwardly into his ear by a quieter minimum, causing the slighted amount of unintendedly aroused goosebump linings to finally become summoned partially from his lover's spirit more instead of the body alone.

"Ohhhh~... Pharaoh~.... Oh Pharaoh, the way you hiss deeply in my ear~.... It makes me want to release my awaken thirst for your strong, fearless arms roping around my weak little body in your full protection~.... Mmmm~.... Mmmm, what's even better is that if you're here beside me, pressing your perfect thin lips against my neck~...."

Once again, the half pinted seductee tweets his pleaseful little heart out via additional gliding words of "moans" attached of wings flutter everywhere in this lightly dark bedroom, timely unclothing himself of his liquid absorbent Kuriboh robe with slow motion, but never figuratively.

Tossing it aside as the cloak parachutes safely on the blanketed mattress covering less of his Duel Monster plush toys he snuggles alongwith at night like tonight, due to his childish eyes remaining shut like the window shade, the shadowy person smirked flirtatiously toward the young man's gorgeously flashed physicality of a body ultimately before his crimson peepers glowing brightly in a deadening blackness.

Neglecting on an average normal waltz that humanitarian mortals do in order to apprehend his beautiful prize frontly, he unconditionally swifted over to the naked semi adult allowing the cape engirding his harmless back as well as buttocks very elegantly.

Until a surprise sudden discovery just as the merciful Moto could finally opened his big kawaii eyelids excluding any rush nonetheless, the beaming pillar of a moonlight phases through a glass window aiming advancively toward the similar unblemished gentlemanly expression that the Dark Magician user ponders all the time in his lively existence 24/7 in Domino. Rearranging differently from a quenchable seducted grin to an "I have returned to you" smile within his bonely cheeked face disregarding any doubt whatsoever, witnessing Yugi being outstandingly lovely with zero attire onto him, he spoke by a crisp baritone.

"Trick or treat~...." Spoke an anonymous silhouette, who has appeared mysteriously from nowhere into the late tween's bedroom while possessing him in its less shiveringly burly grasps.

"P...Pharaoh? Is that...really you...?" Responded the brass banged whippersnapper, slowly reeling himself out of the sensual ruminating state just to carefully lend his ear to the familiar bassing voice.

"Good evening, Yugi. We meet again. How are you doing tonight? Regardless that you are no longer a child you have once were ever since our first and last encounter several years ago. Did you miss me?"

Just then, while hearing his vigorously deepened voice inserting thoroughly at the ears to Yugi's ruminative brain patting rapidly on his cerebellum nervings alike the pair of bongos, he looks up to Yami shockingly with drowning jubilated tears overcoming his sockets.

Without patience to pin him down on a ground or wall, he joyfully ran upward as well as onward to the whitely paled skin Egyptian King due to the early wishful thoughts into his noggin heretofore his lengthening lover's stealthily arrival, granting more than one reunited hug by lonesome, but also a romantically sweet kiss.

"Oh Pharaoh. I can't believe you're really back. It must be a miracle to see you again. Especially..." He paused, yanking himself away of the deeply welcome back smooch then observes his boyfriend's strange yet honestly sexy vampiric form.

Atem calmly comprehended his loving vessel's curiosity toward this dashing new feature, not to mention the long magnificent cloak which formerly wrapped around him from the start. He chuckled fairly.

"Yes, my dear partner. It was but a long story that I will gladly share you for later. But right now, it is Halloween, isn't it? That's why I'm posing as the actual vampire. Well, a very sexy vampire, of course..."

Revealing his godly steeled six packed abs centered within an incredibly luscious high neck sleeveless gothic midriff hugging his averagingly see through chest to the five pointed headed youngling, he chortled sexually and winked at him.

For the second time ever unlike the untimely first, an entire mercifully physical anatomy of Yugi has began to redden so greatly it will succeed faster as the cerise shade skyrocket instantaneously like a boiling blazing pot of water increases the miniature thermostat's temperature as of crazy.

His untroubled heart has activated the repeatable thumping rhythm while becoming extraordinarily smothered into love struck blush on the outside, swallowing awkwardly within an absence of fainting down onto the blue purplish soft carpeted floor easily as he rubs the back of his head chuckling awkwardly.

"Y...Yeah.... It really is a spooky month to celebrate, after all.... Despite... Well... Umm... I mean, you look really, really handsome in your costume..... Ahhh! I mean...."

Seemingly to the Caironian hunk cladded into a gothly shade of flawless begrime, his beloved nervous wreck is still stuck in the flushing position during his guard being obviously caught off by the man's erotic featuristics definitely before him. Which made the loin hearted king sketch a stimulating smirk on his unscathed face.

Sauntering onwardly to the anxious stuttering machine of a game meister twirling one bang with his finger seductively accompanied by a tongue performing a window wiping like style as it moists his lips beholding the wondrously white fangs to use for love bites than actual ones later, he spoke toward Yugi with a smoothly fainted, however in a turned on type of fashion.

"He he he he he~... Oh, my dear sweet little Yugi~.... You do know that there's no need to be very anxious and uncomfortable when you're around someone you may or may know in public~... It can easily place you and your adorable little body at harm's risk If you don't take good care of yourself immediately~.... However~...."

Nearing his mouth thricely closer over to his beloved "victim's" earhole to offer his enchantedly bass like tone whisper while casting quite a bewitching spell inflicting upon as well as trapped internally to prevent his movements from go freely, the vampiric pleasure seeker wrings his arms across Yugi's sensitive spotted area, or thin neck, offering him the foremost metaphorical sensuality known to mankind.

"I, for one, and one alone, shall gladly settle your innocent little life into a pleasant minimum, just for you~... Because to me, I find your delicate kindness, as well as your unconditional embarrassment, lingering inside your beautiful body, utterly and ultimately.....sexy~..."

"O...Oh my~...."

Almost about to forsaken his consciousness while being overwhelmed by the Pharaoh's inescapably enticed beguilement that can be of usage to overpower the hearts of younger females of all kinds across this planet of a home, an impenetrable strawberry shade overtook the late teenage cinnamon roll's lively physique than at the inauguration, having to be brought closely over to the passionate ruler while escorted with his tall dream boat's righteous hand groping around his back to the waist, due to his awkward lack of undergarments that forgot to put, yet Atem prefers him as sexually nude for his interested taste during in a center of their cherished privacy alone into a dim lighted bedroom.

Their chests have began to meet as well as reunite with each other to a warmly embracive connection followed by Yugi and Pharaoh Atem mimicking the similar action, additionally alongside their softly rough nipples conjoining at each other within divine unison appreciating one another's feelings while they are commenced into a harmonious grind against themselves in absolute luxuriousness.

Both of their eyes uniquely matched to each other's observance about how much they gratefully adore, trust, befriended, value, yet mostly above everything else, to shamelessly fall in love with once another so long as they treasure with one's shared personalities so dearly into their hearts permanently, never wanting to throw it away, casting the object afar, nor intended to fastly turns their backs on it especially attempting to reject the emotion right away.

"Pharaoh~... Do you remember the last time you told me about storing your bravery into my heart to remember you by during the Ceremonial Duel~...? Well, I used it to lotion my body and myself to keep you inside me forever~...." Yugi confessed frankly with a flush, still hugging his towering lover around the thickenly muscled neck.

The Pharaoh, on the other hand, thought of his dearly precious vessel as a filthy little boy who deserves such a bittersweet punishment for disobeying his hot master, but in a real world, he also inherits the young chosen one's special kindness deeply in his audacious heart as well, into the course of his royal abode, The Egyptian Palace, right after an arduous journey to reclaim his scatter memories of himself as the proper heir to the throne.

"I'm truly aware about our endless adventures together in order to retrieve my lost memories, Yugi~... And yes, I know that we both inherited each other's personality as a learning experience for the both of us during our conversation in the center of our duel before my departure to the Spirit Realm~... As for the last part you said, it really stimulates my harden body thus vastly when you cleansed yourself for me~... Secondly, you have already gained my full trust since the first time we met, and you still earned it today~.... You're more than my righteous comrade, Yugi~.... And in truth, you're also my one true soulmate~...."

"Atem~..... I... You mean the world to me, too~ Especially all my life and my thoughts whenever I'm all alone as a child before I met you~..... We've always been an inseparable team throughout our toughest challenges together~.... Big or small, there's nothing more powerful than not only the unending bond of friendship, but also our unhindered love~....."

"Yugi~.... As always, you are absolutely correct about friendship, and also about the second truest force that this world requires more, is love~.... The most important force and affection we all possessed in history regardless of so much hatred~.... That is what utterly matters in life~... Which also includes you, my darling partner~..."

"Oh Atem~ My sweet and strong Atem... I'm just so glad you're finally here with me again~.... Even though I haven't notice your presence behind me earlier, but still~.... I don't want to live in a world without you forever and I never will~...."

"I too, have missed you and your kind hearted naturism the most, Yugi~.... None shall ever matter to me in life so long as it involves you, remaining closer to my side without trying to practice foolish segregation~......"

Two gentle faces began to romantically approach toward each other in a softer paste with both irises have been decorated of heavenly brightness placing countable smooches on one another's cheek leaving infinite markings to describe as personal property including a warning against those who are intending to steal away their soulmate by aggressive punition ((force)).

Their noses kindly bumped into one another, instead of a united embrace or saying their non talkative greetings but to gift each other a cutely booked Eskimo kisses followed into a cuddling nudge like double pairs of fluffy love puppies.

"And I'll always attach myself and my body to you~... And only you, instead of anyone else~.... My handsome king~...."

"Mmm~... I gratefully appreciate your truthful concerns for me, for I too, shall gradually luxurate you and your "fragile" body into a proper instant~... With not only my pureful soul alone, but also.....with my raw impervious body....combining alongside your sweet...innocent figure....for all eternity~....."

Pushing down the irritable patient sign out of the way as well as incinerating its pesky existence into certified nothingness from trying to cause a ruin upon this noiseless yet very tenderizing moment at the scenery of Halloween, their separated lips shall begin their advancement toward each other with both bodies merging nearly into a sesualtive envelopment sided of their hairless pecs as well as the cotton coated nipples mashing against themselves caringly.

"Kiss me~.... Pharaoh Atem~..." The benevolent dueling hero within clear nudity whispered.

"Your true wish, shall forevermore become my command~... Yugi Moto~...." Responded the scarlet eyed alter ego, enfolding his valuable human source closely into his muscularly arms.

With everything that involves reunions, felicitations, embraces, including a usual friendly encounters for which it recently occurs into the past as well as present followed along the soon-to-be future, sliding somewhere to the side afar of barricading a romantic scene, the Duel Monster twosome have finally inserted their lips into calming completion that will surely be a fantastic memory to look upon.

Letting the elegantly pillaring shone of this similar moonshine forming itself as an awe inspiring spotlight such as the ones onto a stageplay/theatre in auditoriums as well as those that use at the jailhouse, "intruded" the window glass like before to beautifully beam its lighting upon the majestic couple locking mouths so endlessly into utter halcyon severing unwanted interrupting from attempting to realize the delightful night for as infinitely as possible, even within Yugi's pleasant dreams as well.

Savoring each other's breaths inside this midst of an environmental love making as well as tongue osculation, the two coupling birds are within the enjoyment of one's balming company sealing themselves afar from the outside world, while they indulge their very own spookalicious seclusion alone with each other. All moonnight long.

"I love you so much, Pharaoh~...." Moaned the philanthropic violet eyed individual.

"Mmmmm~.... I love you even more also, Yugi~.... " Replied the masculined emperor.

Into a decent conclusion, all of the guiltless surfacedwellers within this crook free townsquare that is Domino City, are remaining in their peace keeping lives once more, showing a thankful sign about zero threatening confrontations to behold any frightening concerns whatsoever. For the flawless nightrise has still regained its blissful beauty other than only timeless youth alone, everybody else can now indulge a scarily fun holiday in complete euphoria as one speaks.

As for both Yugi Moto, comfortably accompanying with the Pharaoh, Yami/Atem, they too, are admiring one another's rapturing tranquility focusing upon their pleasurable needings about staying closely by their safe side for the rest of their existences. Resuming yet again of the second love making ceremony onto the Deck Summoners' non stressable mattress entrapping themselves inside an insegregated restful position underneath a spotlighting moon sheen, enjoying their very own sexual Halloween secrecy with a refusal to depart or flee from one's protective shadow only to remain beside once another affectionately as a favorable delicious treat.

"Happy Halloween, my king~..."

"And to you as well, my lovely partner~... "

The End

#yugioh #duel monsters #yugi moto #motou yugi #yami yugi #pharaoh atem #puzzleshipping #halloween #yaoi #vampire yami yugi #spooktacular

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femmmie · 1 year ago

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Danthony 2023

This is a sequel to Danthony 2013 I wrote yes, ten years ago lmao. You will be disappointed to learn I have not become a better writer lmaooo but I do still enjoy it so here ya go. I will add the original one so its a nice long read.

Also I'm very drunk so sorry in advance

2013

Dan felt Anthony’s arm loosely around his neck, as his own hand was searching for a spot on Anthony’s back that was as low as possible while still being acceptable to passers-by.

“It’s actually happening. It’s actually happening,” Dan kept on repeating in his mind. He might have blurted it out once or twice under his breath, while he and Phil were supporting the gorgeous young man and walked towards their hotel.

The last few months had been like a dream. At first there had been a lot of twitter messages, then texts, then Skype conversations. Dan had (easily) convinced Anthony to do an interview for Dan and Phil’s radio show. And Dan had bought a Wii U especially so he could play Mario Kart online with Anthony. Not that he would ever admit that. And now they had been partying, hard, together.

Dan heard Anthony breathe heavily. “Are you alright?” he stammered , still walking.

“Yeah” was all Anthony could manage.

“Shh, it’s OK”, Phil, who had his harm around Anthony’s shoulders and was his main support, said reassuringly. “We’ll be there soon”.

“Mmmmm”, said Anthony.

Anthony Padilla! The guy of Dan’s dreams. Maybe that sounded weird, but it was true. He had practically been pulled into YouTube by Anthony and Smosh. He liked that he looked somewhat similar to Anthony, and he was thrilled that Anthony’s first name was Daniel too (Anthony was his second name). How he wanted to be as cool as him! So outgoing, with an infectious laugh and beaming eyes. All Dan could manage was a proper and somewhat up-tight British thing, or whatever it was that he did. He genuinely didn’t like himself at all. Dan was unsociable and lazy. Anthony was approachable, even for Dan, and he was so hard-working. Dan had been crying, watching Anthony’s ‘draw my life’ video. He had started with nothing and made Smosh as big as it was now, by sheer work ethic and, of course, his charming personality.

“There, let me just get my keys”, Phil said, carefully placing Anthony’s right arm on Dan so that the two guys were practically hugging. They had arrived at the hotel and somehow got Anthony in and out the elevator to their room. Dan couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly. Anthony let his head rest on Dan’s shoulder, though, and Dan felt his hot breath in his neck. It made his hair stand up.

Dan had felt butterflies violently fluttering in his stomach all the way during their flight to Orlando. Phil was mostly excited about going to Sea World, though. Dan couldn’t help but feel warm and affectionate towards Phil, his cuter than cute best friend. He also felt very protective over him and wouldn’t leave his side. He had panicked internally when he and Cat had lost him for a few minutes in a restaurant the other day, although he would never show it. So right now, he was with the two persons in the whole world he wanted to be with most: Anthony and Phil.

Phil opened the door and said “Shall I call Kalel to tell her you’re here?”

“Hmmm”, was the agreeing noise Anthony made from Dan’s shoulder. Dan was still standing next to the door, not trying to move but not wanting to move either. Their body heat had merged and it felt incredibly comfortable.

“..yes, he’s pretty drunk, but we got him to the hotel safely. Yeah, that’s alright, have a nice night, see you tomorrow!” came Phil’s voice from the hallway. His innocent face appeared through the door and he said “Kalel will pick him up tomorrow morning. She’s still partying with her friends”. Dan and Phil slowly but steadily moved Anthony into their hotel room, and placed him on Dan’s bed.

“Thank you”, Anthony murmured, and he was gone. Sleeping like an angel, Dan thought. Phil smiled onesidedly and said “Americans just aren’t used to British drinking!” and he laughed, still a bit intoxicated himself. Dan beamed at him and ruffled his hair. Phil made a purring sound and went into the shower.

Dan stayed by Anthony’s side. He could watch him forever. So beautiful, his hair was perfect. Way more luscious than Dan’s hair would ever be. So shiny… Dan kneeled at Anthony’s bedside and slowly traced one lock of Anthony’s hair down his jawline. Dan sighed. “Thank you”, he whispered, to nobody in particular. He was just thankful that Anthony Padilla lay on his bed right now. A sudden jolt of adrenaline hit him. Did he dare? He bit his lip and slowly released it, then traced his upper lip with his tongue. He inched closer to Anthony’s face. Anthony’s perfect, angelic sleeping face.

Dan looked at Anthony’s mouth. It was curled in a peaceful sleepy half-smile. His cheeks were still red. Dan just did it. Really quick. He kissed Anthony’s cheek. If he felt adrenaline before, it was nothing to what he was feeling now. Things seemed to move in slow motion. He bent over Anthony again and placed a kiss on his lips. He let go, but then he kissed him again, longer now and softer. Anthony moaned softly in his sleep and Dan was horrified for a moment, and just froze in position, but then Anthony kissed him back - kissed him back - and moaned some more. Dan couldn’t believe himself but he was beyond glad that Anthony was still asleep. He was starting to realize what he was doing though and sat up fast, face flushing scarlet, touching his own lips incredulously.

“Wha-, what did I just do?”, he whispered.

After a while, Phil returned from the shower, shirtless, and still drying his hair with a towel. “The shower is yours”, he said sweetly. Dan had been frozen in place with his finger still on his lips. He mechanically got up and went into the shower.

Dan didn’t sleep all night. His body was surging with emotions and went from manically rejoicing to horrified despair. He couldn’t even lie down. He just rocked back and forth on the floor. After what he had done, he physically couldn’t get into the same bed as Anthony, but he couldn’t join Phil either because he would notice that he was tense. “It actually happened. This actually happened”, Dan whispered to himself.

“Hiiii sweety!!” Kalel said to her boyfriend as she came into the room. The three guys were just having breakfast but Phil had got up to let her in.

“Baby!” Anthony said with his mock sweet voice and he fluttered his eye lashes. Dan laughed but then stopped and looked mortified of guilt. Nobody noticed though.

“How was your night with the English folk? A bit too much for you, eh?” Kalel teased.

“It certainly was fun!” Anthony said, smiling.

“Let’s do that again sometime, Dan and Phil! Maybe we will come visit you guys in London on our next holiday!”

“That would be awesome!” Phil replied.

“Thanks guys, for keeping my boy safe and sound” said Kalel and she kissed them both on the cheek. Dan’s face flushed again.

“Aww, isn’t he cute!” Kalel laughed.

“He’s adorable. They both are”, said Anthony. “I could just kiss them!” he jokingly added, and Dan thought he couldn’t be more horrified but he could, because suddenly Anthony looked at him funny, like he remembered something, and his face went red too, but he then shook his head and he and Kalel left, promising to play some more Mario Kart online in a few days.

Phil saw Dan sitting with a vacant expression and he was worried. He felt so protective over his best friend. He knew Dan secretly liked Anthony and seeing him go again must have made him sad. So Phil sat down next to him and put his arm around him. Dan’s chest heaved and he began to cry. He buried himself into Phil’s warm embrace and Phil held him close.

“You’re the best friend in the world”, Dan sobbed.

“So are you”, Phil said. Dan couldn’t believe he was crying, when he had the best person in the world sitting next to him, comforting him after he yet again had made a fool of himself. He loved Phil more than ever. Dan felt Phil’s arms around his waist, as his own hands were placed around Phil’s back. It felt right. They sat there, embracing, for a long time.

2023

Anthony was in Prague. The ancient city intrigued him, enticed him to explore and feel nostalgic. Who lived here hundreds or even thousands of years ago? Had they led nice lives? Were they fulfilled, and did they reach their full potential?

Anthony always worried about living up to his potential. Growing up poor had done that to him. Even though he would never have money problems again, he always felt an innate need to work hard, harder, and never stop... To remind himself of what really mattered, the intangible things, the humanity of life, he had set some very personal and meaningful tattoos. They reminded him every day. Yes, he was still a workaholic. But it wasn't toxic anymore. He was happy to get out of bed each morning and loved his life and his job. It wasn't even a real job, he just showed up and enjoyed himself. What a life!

Of course, in the back of Anthony's mind there still loomed some darkness. It had taken him years to get to this place of wellbeing. He still faced the ghost of his past sometimes when he had flardes of memory flashing before his eyes, of the time when his emotions were all wrapped up and he had truly been mentally unwell.

Do I deserve this happiness?

Anthony didn't know. After his tattoos had been updated and expanded, he took the flight back to LA, a place so familiar but also a mixed bag for Anthony when it came to where he really wanted to live. Prague seemed so much more peaceful. Yet LA was the place he could do his job and where all his friends and family lived.

He sighed as he got on the plane, dressed in a tracksuit and with only a weekend bag of his clothes and some protein bars.

The weather was awful. Rain streamed against the plane window, and Anthony was suddenly overcome with the most random of feelings: two soft, warm lips on his, an alcohol filled night, and those lips they had rejuvenated him, lit a fire under him that had sustained him for years. Whose were they? He involuntarily blushed and shook his head as if to rid himself of the thought. Was it a memory? A fantasy?

"We are making an emergency landing at London Heathrow Airport," the pilot said after a few hours of stressful turbulence.

"Ugh, just my luck... well, I shouldn't complain. I'm healthy, I have a roof over my head, I'm well fed, I have many loved ones... focus, Anthony. You didn't want to leave Europe just yet anyway." Anthony hyped himself up and made a plan.

When he got out of the plane, he immediately called his old friend Dan.

"Hi, yeah, it's me. So yeah, my plane made an emergency landing! Yeah, it sure was scary! Would it be okay if I crashed at your guys' place? Oh, Phil isn't there? Well then, I could have his bed? Hahahahha just kidding. I will gladly sleep in your guest room. Thanks so much, Dan. See you in a bit then."

Anthony smiled to himself. Of all his youtuber friends, Dan was a special one. For one, Anthony knew Dan had a major crush on him. He had made that know very plainly last year. Anthony didn't mind, Dan was hardly the only guy lusting after him. But Dan also had something else. He had a delicate quality to him that Anthony could not quite pinpoint. Maybe it was his eyes. They looked feminine somehow and very pretty... Anthony shook his head again.

"Chill out, Anthony, those days are behind you..."

The cab arrived at Dan and Phil's house and Dan greeted Anthony at the port.

"Anthony!"

"So nice to see you, Dan!"

They hugged. Dan smelled sweet, like flowers.

"I guess this is a sleepover! Just kidding, unless... hahaha I am actually kidding, of course you just want a place to stay until your plane leaves for America. Oh no, I've made it weird..."

"You're so cute when you're flustered."

Anthony was pushing his luck, but he knew how hot he was and how he made both women and men squirm under his gaze.

"Shut up. Shut.. hahaha, you're kidding, haa. I know what you're doing, Anthony. You need to stop. Hahaha, or continue..."

"Just show me my bedroom, and I will not bother you until tomorrow morning." Anthony winked at Dan, who winked back and then looked mortified. Anthony couldn't help but laugh.

Dan lived in a very nice new neighborhood with white houses, young trees, and a lot of posh cats, lurking in the twilight outside. It was very different than the old city of Prague. But Anthony felt himself wonder the same things. Do people here feel fulfilled, are they living up to their potential? Are they happy?

Dan showed Anthony his room and Anthony dropped his stuff there. He actually didn't feel like sleeping just yet, however tired he may be.

"Are you in for a Smash Brothers rematch for old times sake?" Anthony asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I thought you would never ask," Dan said grinning and he led Anthony to the gaming room which had a mini fridge stocked with hard liquor, from which they drank, negatively influencing their game performances. But it felt good, comfortable to goof around with Dan. Anthony started to feel sleepy. Then that vision or rather feeling hit him again: warm, soft lips, a sweet smell...

Anthony froze.

"What's the matter, Anthony?"

"Was it you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever kissed me?"

Silence. Anthony looked at Dan, who looked pale, like a deer in headlights.

"So you HAVE kissed me. But when, where, how? It's driving me crazy."

"I... I..." Dan was having a breakdown, Anthony could tell, and he secretly reveled once again in making the other guy sweat and blush. But also, all his memories now fell into place. It had been at a night during Vidcon, he'd spent the night at Dan's hotel room. It was Dan. Dan had kissed him with those exquisite lips. Anthony's world was spinning. Was this missing from my own life? Will I finally be truly happy?

"Hey," Anthony said softly, laying a hand on Dan's shoulder. He had just won, so he didn't mind letting go of the controllers. "It's okay, I'm not mad or anything. It's just that I have this memory. God, it's so long ago, we were both still babies. I remember the feeling of warm lips against mine, and it felt very nice, actually."

Dan had overcome his episode apparently but now he looked very serious.

"Please Anthony, don't play with my heart like this. You're straight I get it. I didn't know at the time, I didn't. And still it's inexcusable, it wasn't consensual, it was a foolish thing to do. I'll accept whatever you decide to be my punishment."

"Hey..."

Anthony had to tell him.

"You know, you triggered something there. A feeling I had to explore. I hooked up with guys a couple of times, but it just wasn't the same, you know? So I figured I must be straight. But it was you. Do you mind if I tried this one more time?"

And he leaned in to Dan who sat next to him on the couch. Dan was searing hot and radiating his heat in all directions. He was very cute.

"Please, Dan. I just want to feel your lips once more..."

Trembling, Dan leaned in as well, and it was fireworks. Nothing Anthony had ever experienced with a girl or with a guy. This was heaven. He tugged on Dan's shirt to get him closer. He breathed in that sweet scent. He pushed his tongue inside Dan's mouth, Dan moaning in confused pleasure. He would fuck Dan Howell tonight.

Anthony broke their kiss and took his shirt off in front of Dan, who looked like he saw God himself.

"Dan, please undress."

Dan unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing a smooth olive skin, feminine just like his eyes. Anthony twitched in his pants so he undid his lid.

"Can you take my pants off?"

"Sure, I'll get right to-"

"No, not with your hands. With your mouth."

Anthony was having way too much fun, delighting in Dan actually obliging and taking his pants off with his mouth.

He undid his boxers himself and sat back down on the couch.

"Can you put that cute mouth to good use, Dan?" He asked, gesturing to his dick. Dan immediately sat down on his knees between Anthony's legs and began to suck on his cock. Anthony let his head rest back against the couch as he felt Dan work for him, tongue spiraling as he sucked, panting for breath now and again. It felt delicious.

"WELL, I guess I'm not straight then!" Anthony smiled. This had been the missing puzzle piece. Getting sucked off by random guys had felt gross, but Dan doing it, with those lips he knew from a blissful fever dream, felt absolutely right. More forceful than a girl would do, but still gentle enough not to hurt him.

"Dan, I'm getting there.."

Not much longer, he came into Dan's mouth.

"Swallow. Good boy," Anthony commanded. After his plane adventure and these new revelations, he felt sleep overcome him.

He woke up and realized he was tied up, face down to his bed and gagged.

"You wanted this, right?"

Dan awkwardly held a whip and looked terrified, but determined.

"I will train you."

Dan got on the bed and proceeded to stir something that was apparently already inside Anthony's ass.

"Now, relax and I will enter you."

"Hggg"

"Don't talk, Anthony, let me do everything for you."

The stirring continued, and then something exited, and Dan entered. That much Anthony was certain off even though he couldn't see. Dan was big. Anthony's ass felt like it was on fire. He moaned into his gag and fantasized he had another very specific cock in his mouth. It made him crazy and he thrusted his ass against Dan's crotch. Dan quickly came and bit Anthony neck softly, breathing heavily and relaxing against him. He undid the ties and gag.

"You bad boy," Anthony teased.

"You liked it, don't lie," Dan joked nervously.

"I did, I'm ready for another round."

Anthony was a lot stronger than Dan, especially when he was actually awake. He pushed Dan face down into the mattress and stuck two fingers in his ass. Dan screamed in pleasure.

"You look so hot when you're asleep," Dan confessed.

"And you look hot when you're defenseless and pathetic against my strength. He pushed Dan further into the bed. He took out his fingers and penetrated Dan deep into his rectum. Dan screamed.

"Tsk tsk. What will the neighbors say?"

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, Anthony. Please, please come inside me.

Anthony lasted for quite some time. Maybe because he was spacing out while fucking Dan. He realized how fulfilled he was, how he could apply this new mental peace to the rest of his life, to become a better and greater version of himself. OH god that felt good, Dan moaned just a little louder, maybe he felt Anthony disengaging. But he was back, back inside, back on task. Yes, this was amazing.

Anthony exploded once more and let Dan lay there on his bed, cum dripping out of him.

#danthony #somno #kinktober 2023

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silvermoon424 · 3 years ago

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God, does everyone else remember how fucking rampant the scaremongering around "cultural appropriation" was on here years ago?

For the record, I am well aware that cultural appropriation is a real thing, but the problem is that people were constantly confusing cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation. An example of cultural appropriation is using Native American war bonnets- which are sacred items and only given to men who have earned great respect in their tribe- as cheap costumes. That's offensive and disrespectful to indigenous cultures.

However, I remember people on Tumblr throwing shit fits over posts that were completely innocuous. Like one involved a teenage girl wearing a kimono. "CULTURAL APPROPRIATION!!!!" Tumblrinas screeched. Well, it turned out that she was an exchange student who lived in Japan and her host family gave her the kimono as a gift because they wanted her to be able to have an authentic Japanese experience when going to festivals and the like.

There was another post that is burned into my brain because of how ugly it was. It was about women with cancer who had gone bald due to chemotherapy getting henna tattoos on their heads so they could feel beautiful. Most of the notes were supportive, but there were still quite a few people crying foul. I distinctly remember someone saying something like "I don't care that these women are dying of cancer, their white privilege still overrides everything" (like I'm not going to deny that white privilege never goes away, but please look deep in your heart when you say "I don't care that these people are dying"). Of course, the majority of Desi people in the notes were totally fine with these cancer patients using henna tattoos to gain some semblance of femininity back and thought it was a great idea.

The overarching feeling of these posts was basically "cultures should never mix" which is... really bad. Like it's literally white supremacist rhetoric but cloaked in woke terminology. There's a huge difference between treating another culture as a cheap costume and disrespecting it and respectfully immersing yourself in another culture you find lovely and interesting (bonus points if you're aided by a native of that culture). Also, in my experience, most people are thrilled when outsiders show an interest in their culture and are all too happy to share the culture they love so much.

Tl;dr- Culture appreciation is good, just be respectful and mindful and try to educate yourself on what's proper. But the idea of "cultures shouldn't mix" is gross.

#rant #cultural appreciation #cultural appropriation

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nakachuchu · 4 years ago

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The Private Tutor | Sub! Oikawa Tooru (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: AU - He's your private tutor, but there's not much tutoring happening behind locked doors.

READER: rich! female

INCLUDES: femdom, seduction, small age gap, mommy kink, overstimulation, edging, bit gag, bondage, blindfold, vibrator, anal plug, dog ears, handjob, choking, saliva, dacryphilia

WORDS: 1364

WRITTEN: 05/22/2021

NOTES: This is for @tobios-housewife femdom event! Make sure to check out everyone's work for the event! This fic didn't turn out as rough as I originally planned but my moods change too often lol. I was also debating between a milf reader or young adult, but I thought it was fun to see Oikawa submitting to someone even younger than him.

You came from a rich family, so your parents had the money to hire a private tutor for you. You had gone through many tutors because you were picky when you were younger.

When you were eighteen, in your last year of high school, you got a new private tutor to help you with your exams. His name was Oikawa Tooru and you were infatuated with him as a teenager.

It had started with simple touches to his upper thigh whenever he sat next to you. His glasses would start sliding down the bridge of his nose because of how hot and nervous he was.

He knew it was wrong. He was six years older than you, after all. But you were so alluring that it was hard for him to not be excited by the thought of you having your way with him.

You were all nice and bubbly on the outside with your family, so proper and elegant, but when you were with him, you were a seductress.

Of course, you never did anything, even though you were of age. You'd tease him and stop right before anything got too serious, but you didn't do it to be nice. You did it to get him riled up, trying to rope him further into your web.

Well, it seemed to work. Years later after you had gotten into college, Tooru had finally submitted to you.

Your parents were thrilled to hear that he was a tutor that you liked, so they still kept him around. If only they know what the two of you got up to during your tutoring sessions.

"Mmm—"

Tooru was underneath you with a bit gag in his mouth. There was a cloth blindfold tied over his eyes. His tears dampened the cloth and you could see his tears staining his cheeks.

He was tied to the bed in a starfish position, completely naked. There were fluffy dog ears on his head and a dog tail anal plug stuffed into his ass.

You were holding a vibrator to his cock, cooing and awing at how purple and swollen it was, only to take it away right before he was about to cum.

"How many times has that been? The third time?"

He cried out, muffled by the gag.

"I know, Tooru. It must be frustrating. When was the last time we saw each other? Hmm, two weeks ago? You must have been so eager to see me. Well, that's what I thought, but you seemed to be having fun with that girl today."

"Mhm, hmph—"

"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that," you said as you turned up the level on the vibrator.

He tensed up, back arching off the bed and arms pulling against the ropes around his wrists for a moment before falling back onto the bed.

"Mother says I have a bad temper sometimes," you said with a wistful sigh. "That I'm spoiled. I'm not spoiled, right? I'm entitled to my own thoughts and opinions. Oops."

You quickly tore off the vibrator from his throbbing cock before he could cum. He cried out for you, thrashing and pulling against the restraints placed on him.

You turned off the vibrator and sat down on your ass, letting out a loud sigh. Tooru strained his ears, trying to listen to what you were going to do next.

"Maybe we should call it a day. You must be tired from your other tutoring sessions."

He clenched his fists, shaking his head in denial of your words. He didn't want to stop, even if you were mad at him today.

He didn't mean to make you jealous. She was just another student he was tutoring for money, but you were different. You were his and he was yours.

"No?"

You crawled over him and sat on his chest, then undid the bit gag. You pulled it away from his mouth, watching the way his saliva stretched until falling.

"M-Mommy, d-don't," he cried. "I'm s-sorry."

"Really now?"

You got off being called ‘Mommy.’ You liked being the one in charge—the one with authority.

He sniffled and nodded. "I didn't—didn't mean to. Mommy's the only one for me. P-Please, I wanna see you."

Tooru wasn't this submissive usually. To the public eye, he was an energetic and dominant playboy. Of course, he stopped his playboy ways after starting a relationship with you but old habits died hard. Occasionally, his mouth would accidentally say something flirty to someone else without realizing it.

"You wanna see me? Do you deserve that?" you asked.

"I-I'm sorry. P-Please!"

You were a sucker for tears and he had given enough of that today. You brushed your knuckles against his tear-stained cheeks.

"What would you do if my parents saw you like this? Aren't you supposed to be the tutor to their sweet daughter?"

"But—"

"Teach me something, baby."

You could see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Your knuckles wiped away his tears and your fingers played with the hem of the blindfold.

"The—The p-value is a p-proportion: if your p-value is 0.05, that means that—that 5% of the time, you would see a test statistic at least as extreme as the one you found if the null hypothesis was t-true."

"Really? How interesting," you murmured as you lifted the blindfold over his head.

You readjusted the dog ears on his head before finally looking at him. His teary eyes were blinking at you, drawn up sadly as he begged for your kindness.

You reached back and squeezed his cock with one hand. He bit down on his lip, forcing back his moan. Your other hand reached forward to tug his lip from his teeth.

"You'll ruin your pretty face," you said. "It's the only part of you I like right now."

"I'm—"

You wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed it. He whimpered and you could feel his cock throb in your hand.

Your thumb pulled his jaw down by the chin, opening his mouth. You leaned over and gathered your spit in your mouth before spitting it into his mouth.

"I bet you're thirsty, dog."

He swallowed it eagerly, making you chuckle at how obedient he was. You turned around, facing his cock. He whined at not being able to see you, even though he had a good view of your ass pressed against his lower abdomen from behind.

You stroked his cock in one hand while your other hand slightly tugged on the anal plug. He moaned, hips arching and turning to tell you he wanted more.

You played with the plug stuffed in his ass, pulling it until it nearly came out, only to let his backside suck it back in like the slut he was.

"M-Mommy, p-please," he cried.

"I don't recall the phrase 'Mommy, please' being part of statistics," you said as you wrapped both hands around his cock.

Your hands felt hot around him. Your thumb swiped over the sensitive head of his cock. He hoped you would find some kindness in your heart to allow him to cum this time.

"Nngh—"

“Cumming already, baby?”

“Y-Yes, f-fuck, M-Mommy,” he cried.

“It's okay, baby. I'll let you cum this time.”

“Th-Thank y-you—G-God—Nngh—”

His cum shot out, and if your face had been any closer, you were sure it would have splattered onto your cheeks.

He was panting heavily beneath you. A trail of drool escaping the corner of his lips as your hands slowed down. He occasionally twitched and whimpered, hips shifting to throw your hands off him.

Your hands slipped away from his cock gently, then you turned around to face him with a soft smile on your face.

“What a good boy,” you cooed, a hand reaching out to pinch his cheek.

“Hmm.”

He leaned into your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it as you opened your palm out to him. You smiled and leaned in to kiss his tears away.

“If you had been good from the start, this would have never happened.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It's all right, Tooru. Now, let's get started on the second round. Let's start off with a chemistry fact, okay?”

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #three.4k

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renthony · 5 years ago

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Is it just me, or is there a sudden uptick of people on this website who are straight up anti-kink? Like a stim blog I was following just updated their DNI and it now includes pro-kink? Like not, don't follow me if you're a nsfw blog, that I get if it makes someone uncomfortable, but straight up like, don't follow me if you're pro-kink (even singling out bdsm). Like, where is this all coming from? I'm seeing a lot of it in the stim community.

Disclaimer: I can’t really back these thoughts up, because they’re 100% based on my personal experience and observation. But --

God, absolutely. I personally blame the Porn Ban, which ran off all the sex workers and sex educators. A lot of users migrated to different platforms even if they weren’t NSFW bloggers, because the tumblr algorithms were flagging left and right and it was awful.

(Most SWers wound up on Twitter, which is starting to get more restrictive as well. And relying on Twitter for sex work is fucking awful and really goddamn difficult. Just...FYI.)

The ban left a vacuum that was QUICKLY filled by SWERFs, who were positively thrilled at the ban, and set about spreading their nasty propaganda everywhere. It was quickly picked up by the site’s younger and newer users who hadn’t really received a solid sex and sexuality education yet, and went on to parrot such ideas as “BDSM is inherently abusive and wrong” or “porn is always bad and unethical” and “anything that isn’t 100% vanilla sex between two people only is ICKY and WRONG.”

There was also a really shitty phenomenon that was a DIRECT result of Tumblr destroying its own tag system back a few years ago. Tag filtering was almost impossible for awhile, because Xkit and Tumblr Savior got completely busted in a site update.

Even once Xkit and TS were fixed, NSFW content was either not getting filtered at all despite proper tagging, or getting dropped into the wrong tags. Tumblr had started searching for post content keywords, and not just post tags.

If your post included “[x term]” at all, even if you didn’t TAG it as “[x term],” it would show up in the tag. So there was a massive backlash against a lot of NSFW blogs appearing not to properly tag, mixed in with increased visibility of the shitty parts of NSFW tumblr that legitimately were mistagging or not following tag etiquette--who I do not and have never condoned, before anyone comes into my inbox to be hateful.

And, of course, there was the porn bot plague. SWERF seeds had been sown, and a horrifying number of users absolutely and 100% lumped sex workers in with the bots.

As folks may or may not know, the porn bot plague fed directly into the NSFW ban, and now here we are, over a year later, plagued by SWERFs (who are LARGELY the origin of anti-kink).

#chronicbackstabbingdisorder

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a-mended-pact · 3 years ago

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Chapter : Seven

This chapter is Reader and Spencer finally discussing what's going on. It's a little angst but a semi happy ending.

Taglist is open. 🥰

Part 6

This one is definitely one of my favorite chapters I've written so far.

Word count: 3,121

I am currently experiencing heavy writers block so I would love to know your thoughts or theories!

If you have questions for the series please message or send an ask.

Requests are open

I ended up walking out of the room and I could feel myself shaking. I was infuriated. I had been so upset with everything that happened between Spencer and Cat that I couldn’t see straight. Maybe I was being overly emotional but to be fair I still haven’t slept yet. Spencer had followed me out but neither of us made it far before I saw Ethan sitting in the break room talking to Jj. I glanced at Spencer then back at him. ‘He deserves to be in a cell, not in our break room. You and I both know that.’ He sighed and nodded knowing damn well now was not the time to fully argue with me. My hands were sore. I needed a release from the stress of the past couple of days. I would much rather the endorphins get released by Spencer and I tangled within the sheets.

It had been sometime since Spencer and I had been intimate due to work and me just not being in the mood because of the recent changes in my medication. We hadn’t openly discussed what had been going on with us to anyone on the team. At least I didn't. I wanted to keep things to myself. I had always suffered with dark thoughts and bad coping mechanisms. It wasn’t until Spencer pointed it out when we started living together. That it wasn't pointed out to me. He had spoken to me about it as gently as possible because he understood it was a sensitive topic that could either make me sob or be deeply upset with him and push him away.

It luckily ended in me trusting his judgement and he set me up with a psychologist. Within a month of therapy they decided I needed meds for my issues. Mood stabilizers, Antidepressants and anxiety medication. It took a lot of trial and error for us to find the right ones that worked for me. I was lucky enough to have a person in my life to love me through the changes I had to experience during that time. I unfortunately suffered from a hazy mind. If I get too focused on something I tend to forget to take all of the above. Spencer always kept a track of when I took them. He’d message me when I needed to when we weren’t together no matter what.

Of course he couldn’t when he was kidnapped. So here I was having a hard time processing everything I needed to. ‘You need to go home and sleep, eat and take your medication my love.’ As he spoke he cupped my face and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. I couldn’t help but notice the way Ethan looked at me with envy from the other room when I wasn’t staring into Spencer’s golden irises. A part of me felt like Spencer was just trying to get rid of me but I also knew he needed to come home and rest too. I can’t imagine he actually got any while he was kidnapped even if he was presumably only with Ethan.

I grabbed his hand and held it to my face as I leaned into it. I didn’t care that I had to stretch out my freshly made wounds. If anything the pain was a nice distraction from the whirlwind my mind had become from the ticking of the hours that had gone by. ‘Please come home with me. Ethan will be taken care of and it’s not like the Kitten can get out of her cell. Please.’ His eyes softened as he heard me speak and he went to shake his head no until Emily spoke up from behind us.

‘Both of you are going home. Neither of you have a choice in the matter. Everyone here has gotten rest but you two. The rest of the team and I can handle this by ourselves for a little while. Go home you two.’ She spoke loud enough to cause a scene and I couldn’t help but wince as everyone stared. ‘She’s right you haven’t eaten a proper meal Y/L/N in days’ Rossi commented from the peanut gallery. I pulled Spencer’s hand away from my face and squeezed it tightly. I hated being called out by anyone that wasn’t him. He has learned how to do it without making me feel guilty over the past couple of years. Right now all I felt was guilt. Guilty over the fact that on top of worrying about Spencer they were worried about me as well. I was such a screw up I swear. ‘ I agree I think I saw you resting your eyes maybe 10 minutes before you headed to the vending machine for an energy drink because the coffee wasn’t working for you anymore.’ Luke commented as he brought me my cardigan that I had draped over my chair at my desk. I sighed as I looked at him.

‘Guys we are going. I promise.’ Spencer spoke as he began to pull my hand lightly to lead me away from everyone. ‘Don’t forget to put him in a holding cell.’ I said as I pointed at Ethan as his eyes never seemed to leave Spencer and I. I locked on to his gaze and followed his line of sight. Correction: it wasn’t on both of us. It was only on Spencer.

I squeezed his hand harder than I probably should have. I didn't care. Ethan was truly creeping me out at that moment. Why was he staring at my husband like a child that had their favorite comfort item taken from them as a punishment. Perhaps in a way that's what I was doing. I knew the moment he and I left they would treat him like an unsub as they should. He'd get no special treatment because Spencer wouldn't be around. I was giddy at the thought and let out a small laugh as I walked out of the building with him in tow.

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I felt a weight leave my chest when Y/n asked me to shower with her. I logically knew it was probably because she couldn't bring herself to actually wash her hair or even herself. I was just thrilled over the fact that once our front door was locked into place she didn't turn around and snap at me about what happened between Cat and I. I knew what I let happen bothered her greatly. We've spoken about it before many times. I knew this time though I had almost opened Pandora's box. Perhaps I had only placed the key into it instead.

Still pulling her into my arms as the hot water washed over us was enough to make me sob into her freshly washed hair. I never wanted her to doubt my love for her. Yet here I was showing attraction to two different people and that wasn't fair to her. Sure it hadn't been spoken about nor did she know about the relationship Ethan and I shared when we were much younger. She had a right to know. I knew that. I also knew now wasn't the time to mention it.

I felt her put her full weight into me as the water droplets rolled down her soft skin. She seemed so fragile. We seemed so fragile. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe I was making up scenarios that would never come. Her hand inched up tracing the wound on my chest underneath it's bandage. I tried not to wince but no matter how gently she caressed it with her fingertips it still stung like it did when it was given to me mere days ago.

'I can't believe he did this to you.' Her voice was barely a whisper as if she too were afraid it would shatter the solace we found behind a mere shower curtain. I caught her hand in mine and placed it over my heart. I leaned in and kissed her as gently as I could muster. She returned it in kind but I could tell she had more to say. So of course I let her.

'He hurt you Spence and all you've done is protect him. I want to understand but I can't seem to wrap my head around why you'd protect a man that did such awful things to you.' As she spoke I remembered why I let him get away with it. It was simple. I couldn't remember who had actually hurt me. If it were him or Lindsey. I never coherently saw her. I only saw him and I felt like that was deliberately done.

'Sweetheart, do you trust me and my judgment on the matter?' As I spoke I pulled away from her to turn the water off and grab a towel wrapping her up in one first before I grabbed my own to dry myself off too. I watched in awe as she dried off and her breast jiggled as she did so. I had to turn my gaze away. Now was certainly not the time to be trying to bed my wife. I would be lying though if I said I didn't want to distract myself from everything that had happened these past few days.

Her and I both needed rest. She needed to eat first to take her medicine. That was top priority not my raging lust for her. 'I do. I just. I don't know there's things I don't know that I need to know before I make my final judgement on the situation. All I know is that my husband has been sexually touched, kidnapped and tortured in a matter of days and there was nothing I could do to change the outcome besides not walking out of the bureau when Cat touched you through your slacks!'

I could hear the frustration in her voice as she pulled on her panties and one of my t-shirts from college. I watched her as she quickly left the bathroom to head into the kitchen. I quickly slid on my gray sweats and rushed after her. I didn't like the idea of her being alone when she was angry and not in a great state of mind.

'I'm sorry.' I pulled her into me as she began to make herself toast. I placed a kiss on the junction between her neck and shoulder. 'I should have stopped the whole thing sooner. I just kept trying because I was certain if I did she'd slip up but she never did.'

By now I knew how Y/N's mind worked. 'Spencer you didn't stop her because you didn't want to. Whether you understand your attraction to her or not. You've always wanted to sleep with her. You yourself told me so when we were just friends. Don't start lying to me now about things' She pulled away from me and took the toast and her glass of water to the couch.

I realized then that she had actually made me some toast as well. I turned around to grab my own glass of water and her medicine. I sat beside her and sighed. 'Eat first then take your medicine. If you are feeling up to it I'll tell you before we go to bed tonight. Everything you need to know and probably things you'd rather not hear but as my wife and my best friend you have the right to know everything.'

She nodded as she bit into her food. Tears were silently streaming down her face already. I knew right now that it wasn't because of me. Not fully anyway she was just overwhelmed.

We ate in silence. I handed her; her pills and she took them without complaint. If anything she seemed rather numb to everything around her.

'Maybe telling you should wait.' I said as I pulled her to me. 'Thank you for not fighting with me about taking your medicine.' I kissed her cheek. 'I'm proud of you and how well you've held yourself together while I was gone.' She wasn't codependent on me per say but praise was always something I gave her. Especially after mom started to pick fights with me about her medication. Y/n was a walk in the park for me compared to her. She always felt bad that I needed to take care of her when she wasn't in her right state of mind.

To be honest though I love taking care of her. She was perfectly capable of doing anything and everything on her own but she trusted me enough to shut her brain off for a bit and let me take the reins for a few hours or even days. Right at this moment was one of those times. It's not like I didn't have days and times like her where I shut my mind off as well because I did and she would baby me and look after me like I am her at this very moment.

'I'd rather you tell me right now. I don't have the urge to fight or to do much of anything.' I nodded as I pulled her up with me and led her to the bed laying down with her and holding her from behind.

'First and foremost. I am in love with you with every fiber of my being. I don't ever want you to doubt that but I'll understand after I tell you everything if you do but I need you to always remember I will choose you without hesitation, without question.' She nodded after I was done. My fingers traced up and down her hand as I held her as close as possible.

'I'll always be your best friend first. Then your wife. That was something I told you on our wedding day and I plan to stick by that choice. I only ask that you stay remaining honest with me. I can't stand not knowing what's going on in your mind. As long as we stay honest with one another I know that we can make it through anything.' She pulled my hand up to her lips and kissed it and I couldn't help but sigh in relief. She was more than I deserved and I don't think anyone would ever understand how much I didn't deserve her.

'I'm not sure if it was Ethan that hurt me. I know he was the one to kidnap me but other than that I don't believe it was him. He would never hurt someon-' I stopped myself as I was searching for the right words. I could tell she was waiting with baited breath. 'Ethan would never hurt me like that would most likely be the proper word to say.'

She nodded 'You're holding back love. Just say what needs to be said. I can take it.'

I bit my lip and exhaled. 'Ethan wouldn't hurt me like that because he has been in love with me since college. We um.. he was- i-' I was struggling trying to form words. The past Ethan and I had together was a good one but he was also my first heartbreak.

'He was your first love huh? It's okay Spence we all have a past. Some of us just don't stay close to those from it.' As she spoke she rolled over to face me with a soft smile on her lips. 'Keep going. It's okay.' I know all of her wanted to cup my face but she restrained herself and just made due fiddling with my wedding band on my finger. Which is something she always did when we were having a deep conversation. I knew as long as she was playing with mine and not her own that we were okay.

`We were friends for a long time before him and I became intimate with one another. We always sorta stepped around the subject but one day after class he asked me out on a movie date. One thing led to another and I was in his room and we- we slept together.' She nodded again telling me to continue as her eyes stayed on her moving fingers.

I made a face. It's not the fact that I didn't want to tell her it was just the fact that I didn't know how.

'We dated all of college and then we separated when I joined the academy. I made it and he didn't. We grew apart. One thing led to another and I caught him in a very intimate position with someone. He claimed that the other person involved was the one that started it. He didn't have time to react before I walked out.'

I didn't dare look at her. I knew it was dumb of me to still be so hurt by what happened between him and I but I was. I trusted him deeply even to this day but I just couldn't let go of the way it looked like that wasn't their first kiss. No matter how many times he proved to me that it was.

Her hand moved to cup my face as she kissed away the small tears that I was shedding.

'I'm sorry he broke your heart Spencer. You didn't deserve that.'

'After I left we never fully spoke again. I never gave him the time of day. Not fully. We'd talk as friends and we'd talk for cases such as where Jj met Will but other than that I just shut anything to do with him out.'

I looked at her finally, my vision blurry with unshed tears and she looked at me and smiled softly at me. 'The truth is I was in love with him. After him I fell in love with Maeve. Then I met you and it's like everything started making sense again. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't drawn to you originally because in some aspects you reminded me of him. I think that was one of the reasons I first realized I was attracted to you.'

She pulled me in suddenly and kissed me sweetly on the lips. 'I love you Spencer. You and the things that make you, you now. We need to talk about Catherine but I'm getting very very sleepy and all I want from you right now is for you to let me drown in you and pretend for a small amount of time that these past few days haven't happened.'

I pulled her into me and held her as she buried her face into my hair. 'I love you Mrs Reid more than you will ever be able to comprehend.'

With that we both fell asleep for the first time in 4 days.

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@sassymoon @rainsong01 @onlyhereforthefanfics @itsdars

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #spencer x you #unsteady keys #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader insert

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lackadaisicalnereid · 3 years ago

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I posted 432 times in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

Yo does anyone out here think I could find an audiobook/drama version of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet with ~modernized language? A friend expressed interest in listening to sth like this, and I'm not sure where to locate such a Thing™?

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 10:49:32 GMT

queen of WIPs

So I was nudged by @bohemicns and @elasticella (thank you <3) to list my WIPs & here they are - at least of course, the ones I’ve at least thought about doing something with in the last few months. I’ll happily blabber more about any/all of them

1 my gossip girl dan/blair multichapter with dan/blair starting an affair in paris while he's married to serena (ikr?) which i’m having trouble deciding the direction of 2 my jeremy/elena/caroline as leia/luke/han star wars a new hope AU (what even?) 3 my started like 1+ year ago wicdiv luci/laura thing where cass somehow also budged in and now neither her nor i are sure if she wants to rescue laura from luci, rescue luci from laura, or just say 'fuck it' and join them 4 my veronica mars (first ever!) logan/veronica something where they stumble across each other at a gas station (ah, liminal spaces, amirite) 5 my (first ever!) riverdale reggie/veronica enemies & lovers something (thankyou @bohemicns for making me do this) also omg no idea who to tag plz tag yourself if you wanna play with me

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There is not a WIP there I don't want to talk about, but let's focus on wicdiv & riverdale bc I want them soooo bad

Ok let us talk then:

Riverdale first!

I'm actually simultaneously really thrilled with this AND not sure what exactly to do with it? Though I never consider myself a writer whose problem is Too Many Ideas, here I think that might be actually troubling me? I want it to be noir and pulpy and for exchanges like this to take place:

Toni opens her mouth, but doesn't speak. She pours more of the whiskey into his glass. "Cheap whiskey for a cheap story?" Reggie asks. "I'll bring you some more, if the story's as good as you say."

However I maybe want to have basically a frame narrative with Reggie talking to Toni at the White Wyrm, but I also maybe want to alternate between Veronica and Reggie's POV? And do I want it to be noir-pulpy for all chapters? Do I want to show people (myself included) what's actually inside Reggie-boy's head, or just, you know, not, and keep the POV outside of his thoughts and let us get a feel for him in the dark, by the weak light of his actions? But I really like it! If you like this and, you know, wanna do a quick colab, maybe a bit of Lucy energy is what this needs :D I'm open to all advice & offers.

Also, I sorta want to make a proper Romantic (?) hero out of Reggie, which is a) ridiculous but also b) fitting?

if Reggie were more genre savvy, if he was Jughead, or maybe even Betty, he would have recognized what was going on. This is not to say Reggie is stupid, he decidedly is not. And anyway, who's to say he wouldn't have walked right into it anyway?

WicDiv second!

Ok, I sorta wanna do a darker (?) take on Luci/Laura (I mean darker than I think I usually do stuff?) and see what I can unveil esp re: Laura as she sorta maybe starts being a bit unhappy in their ~relationship?

Later that night, and later most nights, there's bruises on her. Marks of worship, or faith, or fucking something. But bruises heal quickly, or at least change colors, and right now there's a pantheon of colors traceable on Laura's skin, a gift from one goddess to another. Laura looks at herself sometimes in the mirror, and traces her bruised skin with her fingers, and thinks, this dark purple one, this is Baph, and the light sort of purple-greenish one, that is Baal. She thinks of the yellower one as Sakhmet. All her lovers written plainly on her skin. Luci the painter and all of her lovers at once. And Laura is what she's always been best at - a fan. Well. Mostly. Sometimes between the bruises and back-alley quickies, between coming and going and <i>fuck-you</i>s like guided missiles, something claws at the back of Laura's throat. It never quite makes it out. But, consider: She discusses her bruises with Luci, whispers in a sex-dishevelled bed. Laura whispers of past lovers and future ones, and says: <i>this bruise that claws at my throat, that one is you</i>, and Luci whispers of - nothing at all.

And I'm sorta fine with that! But! I don't know what to do with Cass. I wanna bring in Cass, but I'm not sure what she wants to do with Luci/Laura?

It's mostly this: Cassandra is a goddess who knows and no one believes her truths. It's also this: Lucifer is not a goddess of anything if she is not a goddess of lies. Looking at it from that angle, it's quite another thing entirely. "Laura's sleeping" Luci says. She gives Cass a good once-over, slow and indulgent, because sleeping with Laura more than once a week does not preclude her from having eyes, and for some reason it's important that Cass knows this. And anyway, she's worried she might be getting rusty. Seducing someone like Cass, well, a rusty goddess couldn't do that.

At least Luci is behaving aka wrecking havoc, as always, bless.

Now, gimme your thoughts! <3

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A question for all Grisha-verse fans out there: for someone who liked SC and didn't like SAB, and read the first SAB book and both Crows books, is it okay to move on to King of Scars without reading the second and third Grisha books? Asking for a friend, honest.

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anyone else feel like we're forgetting to thank misters kieron gillen and james mckelvie of the wicdiv for gwendolyne christie being cast as lucifer

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the-awkward-outlaw · 5 years ago

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Hey there! I'm not sure if you've seen this movie ( Mr. & Mrs. Smith ) but can you write a Mr. & Mrs. Morgan fight scene against each other that leads them to having rough sex? Reader can be with the O'Driscolls gang or something, that makes them fight. Up to you.

Hello Anon! I have seen Mr and Mrs Smith once and it was a long time ago, but I remember the general plot. Hopefully I have kept within your idea of this and it does your request justice. Note, I am not a huge fan of rough sex so the smut might be super tame in comparison to other writers.

Warnings: swearing, smut, high angst

You stare down at the table, your fingers brushing the cut-out article from a newspaper. There’s no picture to the article, just a header. “Van der Linde Gang still at large”. You’ve read it a hundred times by now. It talks about the notorious Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, and a few other names, including your husband’s, Arthur Morgan. A large amount of money is being offered for each person mentioned, Dutch being the highest at $20,000. Arthur himself has a decent amount of $5,000.

You were angry when you first read the article, when Colm brought it to your attention. You’ve run with his gang since you were just a teen with your older brother. It was your brother’s idea to join the O’Driscoll’s, he’d disguised you as a boy since Colm didn’t take women on. You already knew how to shoot a gun and ride a horse luckily, which was fine since Colm didn’t allow men into his gang who couldn’t do both. Although you were disguised as a boy, it didn’t take long for your real gender to be revealed. One of Colm’s boys spotted you when you were bathing in a river and let your secret out. Colm almost shot you in the head, stating women just slowed them down and you’d deceived him. Your brother defended you, pointing out that you were one of the best shots. Colm hesitatingly agreed, but he didn’t want you camping with his boys, declaring you would be little more than a distraction.

As payment for your work and loyalty to the gang, he told you to live at one of his cabins he used a frequent hideout. You weren’t thrilled with this seeming demotion on your status, but you knew Colm’s temper had an extremely short fuse, so you didn’t argue. Only a few weeks after you were stationed, Colm collected you to help him investigate an incident at Six Point Cabin, another one of his hideouts. He nearly stationed you there and was thinking of moving you there now. When you two arrived, the place was littered with the bodies of your gang, including your brother’s. It crushed you seeing your brother like that and Colm offered no words of comfort. He was angry and he knew immediately this was Van der Linde’s work.

You heard the name Van der Linde thrown around enough times. The man was a professional at stealing Colm’s scores. Not that Colm’s record against Dutch was clean. You heard the other men talk about how he killed Dutch’s lover Annabelle. Seems the two men were constantly trying to rob and kill each other. Six Point Cabin was when Colm gave you the article, stating that he was going to come up with a plan to somehow get a hold of Dutch and take him and his boys to Blackwater, turn them in for all that money, and then the gang would flee down to Mexico. He told you to take point in this cabin from now on as the Van der Linde’s were unlikely to return.

The article hadn’t been a surprise to you. What had been a shock was reading your husband’s name. You’d been married to Arthur for over a year and he never mentioned he was in a gang, nonetheless Colm’s adversarial gang. Sure, he’d revealed before you were married that he was an outlaw, which was why he couldn’t stay in one place for too long. You’d lied too, stating you were a waitress in the Valentine saloon. You covered your knowledge of fighting by saying your family were hunters before they’d died in a terrible snowstorm, which was partially true. You had enough knowledge of hunting that he bought it. Now you’re conflicted though. When you first read the article, you thought maybe there’d been some misidentity or perhaps it was a different Arthur Morgan. However, plagued by fears, you dug into the Blackwater massacre and your Arthur was unquestionably the one mentioned in the article. Now you’re torn between your loyalty to your gang, whom your brother died for, and your loyalty to your husband.

Arthur’s a wonderful husband, there’s no question about that. Were he not pursued by the law, he’d definitely be happy to settle down with you and make a proper family life for you. Many nights you’ve spent with him talking about how things could be if neither of you were so wanted (though he knew nothing of the price on your head). Arthur visits at least once every two weeks, sometimes having to travel for hours in order to do so, and he stays for a few days. When he’s with you, you both spend the time with lots of cuddles, kisses and sex. Arthur’s a pro at knowing how to satisfy you and you know exactly which of his buttons to push to make him fall head-over-heels for you all over again.

When he arrives for each visit, he always brings something for you. Usually it’s money since he believes you’re a struggling waitress in Valentine (which you don’t try convincing him otherwise). He often brings flowers, books, jewelry, and other kinds of supplies. You always offer him lots of types of food since you spend most of your time at Six Point Cabin. You learned to cook from a young age and you prefer using fresh ingredients. You have enough time to collect fresh game and herbs too, being a watcher of Colm’s hideout. Arthur’s your top fan when it comes to your food, stating you could cook for a governor. He never leaves hungry after visiting you and you make sure his satchel is laden with snacks you’ve made from scratch.

You pick up the article and reread it, your stomach clenching when you read Arthur’s name again. Colm visited only a few days ago. It’s been a couple of weeks since the attack on Six Point. You’d asked him during his visit if he knew which one of Dutch’s boys was responsible for the ambush.

“Oh Dutch himself wouldn’t do this,” Colm stated. “Killing my men and your brother weren’t important enough for him to grace his presence on.” He inspected the bodies of the men, noting how many of them have been shot in the eye. “I bet that sniveling coward Kieran led his boys here, but this work says his number one gun led the charge.”

“Who’s his number one gun?” you ask, praying he won’t say who you’re thinking it is.

“Name’s Arthur Morgan. He’s this real big guy, almost a shame he ain’t runnin’ with us. We’d do real well with a fella like him.”

You wanted to vomit when Colm said this. The thought that your husband was the one who killed your brother was a detestable idea. However, as time has passed since Colm told you Arthur was the likely culprit, it’s begun to fester in your mind. If Colm finds out Arthur is your husband, he’ll shoot you before you even have the chance to tell him you’ve had no dealings with the Van der Linde gang. Yet if Arthur finds out your place with the O’Driscoll’s, you’re just as frightened. You’re much more frightened of losing him than Colm killing you. The man’s a bastard and you’ve only stayed in his gang because there is no getting out of his gang. To get out means to die. Not only that, your brother died for them. It’d be an insult to his memory to abandon this gang.

Arthur’s visited once since you learned of your brother’s death. He didn’t act any different, but he knew something was off about you. You blamed it on just feeling under the weather and he coddled you, clearly trying to help you feel better. You couldn’t tell him though that you felt horrible because you were terrified you might be looking at your brother’s killer. He’d left two days later when he was sure you were feeling better (you lied and said you were). Colm came by a few days after that.

“Colm, you still thinking of moving on with this plan to capture Van der Linde?” you asked, hoping he’d changed his mind.

“Course. That’s a lot of money sitting on his head. We’re gonna run down to Mexico when we got him. Why you askin’, Y/N? Got somethin’ to say?”

Your stomach felt cold when he asked you this and something in his eyes glittered accusingly. “N-no, sir. Just wanted to know the plan since I’m not running with you all the time anymore.”

“I see,” he said greasily. “Well, I went around talkin’ to some folk, mentioned they met a feller sounds an awful lot like Morgan in the Valentine bar. They said he was drunk and talkin’ about how amazing his wife is. Now I ain’t spoken with Morgan in a long time, but I don’t recall him ever being married. Not only that, Malken and Henderson saw him in this area only a few days ago. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would ya?”

You put on a poker face as best you could. “Course not, Colm. I don’t even know what Morgan looks like. All I know is what you’ve told me about him.”

“So if I brought you a newspaper article saying he’s been arrested and going to hang real soon, you wouldn’t care?”

That’s when you know you’re secret’s out. Somehow, Colm’s found out. However, you won’t confess. Not yet. To confess now would promise a bullet into your skull. “No, I wouldn’t care, Colm. One less Van der Linde we’d have to worry about.”

He nodded and then said he was leaving. “I’ll be back in a few days. I think this cabin ain’t a very good spot for you no more. The boys and I will collect you when we’ve found somewhere more… suitable.”

Without a doubt, Colm’s promising to come back and kill you in front of the entire gang. An example of what will happen to anyone fraternizing with Dutch’s boys. You ponder on the wisdom of running away, but several of Colm’s boys are expert tracksmen. They’ll find you before you have the chance to even get to a different state. You realize the safest place for you is to be within Arthur’s gang. It might mean this Dutch will kill you, but Arthur sounds like he holds a high place of authority and he might be able to protect you. From what Colm was making it sound like, he’s been spending a lot of time in Valentine. That’s where you are now, sitting at the bar in the saloon with the article Colm gave you sitting in front of you. You throw your whiskey back when the door opens.

“Darlin’, what ya doin’ here?” says a familiar voice.

Looking over, you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Arthur, I need your help with something. Ride home with me. I’ll explain, but I have some questions for you. Questions I need you to be honest about.”

His face is serious. “A’right. Lead the way.”

You don’t speak the entire ride back to your cabin, you’re not sure how to bring the subject up to him. He’s going to be angry, sure, when you tell him the truth. However, it’s the only way you can protect yourself since Colm’s already planning to kill you. When the cabin’s peaking through the trees, the river burbles happily not far from it. You dismount and take a few steps away from him. Finally, you turn.

“Arthur, did you recently visit a place called Six Point Cabin a few weeks back? Maybe ran into a bunch of boys you might call the O’Driscoll’s?”

“How you know about that, Y/N?”

You don’t answer him straight away. “Did you see a man with a big patch of dark skin on the right side of his neck?” you ask. Your brother had a huge birthmark on his neck, which gave him the nickname Pinto in the gang.

“Again, how do you know this, Y/N?”

“Just answer the question, Arthur, please!”

He blinks at you, his hands on his hips. “Yeah, yeah I think I saw a feller with a mark like that.”

“Did you kill him?”

He sighs. “Yes I killed him, but he was shootin’ at me, darlin’, so it was him or me. Now why you askin’ me about this?”

Your eyes tear up a bit and you bite your lip. “He was my brother, Arthur.”

His brow lowers. “You never told me you had a brother, nonetheless one who was an O’Driscoll? Those boys are nothin’ but bastards who have no moral code.”

“Funny, he said the same thing about your gang.”

“How’d you find out about my gang?”

You wring your hands. “I… read about it. In the paper.”

Arthur takes a menacing step towards you. “So your brother was an O’Driscoll and I shot him in the head. But like I said, he was shootin’ at me.”

“From what I heard, you were the ones who ambushed him and the others. Sounds like he was just defending himself, Arthur.”

As if on cue, you both whip out your pistols and point them at each other. Arthur’s eyes gleam with pain and betrayal. “You’re an O’Driscoll, ain’t ya?”

“And you’re a Van der Linde! Pretty high up in the hierarchy too from what Colm said. Your boss has been stealin’ a lot of scores from us, we’ve had to work twice as hard to get by.”

“Yeah, and your boss has killed a lot of us, including Dutch’s girl. Not only that, they’ve stolen scores from us too. Which one is harder to replace, darlin’? People or money?”

“You tell me, Arthur. You killed my brother! He practically raised me and if it wasn’t for him, I’d have died years ago.”

Arthur narrows his eyes, he almost seems sorry. “So what you gonna do, darlin’? Kill me? Your brother’s first mistake was joinin’ Colm’s boys. He’s honestly lucky he lasted that long, as are you.”

His words sting and you fire first, not aiming to kill him but your anger has fueled your trigger. He dodges behind a tree and then fires back at you. A boulder provides cover for you. The next few moments pass quickly and you exchange gunshots, darting between trees and boulders. You’re standing on the porch of the cabin and Arthur gets a particularly good shot, barely missing your foot. You hop out of the way and end up crashing into the cabin. Now you’re truly screwed. The cabin’s just one big room and there’s nowhere to hide. You back into it and stand close to the fireplace.

Arthur marches into the door, his teeth bared and his eyes flashing with anger. You point your gun and pull the trigger, but it clicks. You’re out of ammo. You pull the trigger again and the same thing happens.

“Time to stop runnin’, Y/N,” he says, his pistol pointed at you.

You lower your gun, panting, and then drop it. “You’re right. Go ahead then, Arthur. I’m a dead woman anyways. Colm… he found out. About you and me. One of his boys must have talked. So even if you decide to just take pity on me and leave now, I’ll be dead in a few days. He’s coming for me, plans to make an example I imagine. Please, Arthur. Just pull the trigger. If I have to pick between a quick death and a slow one, I’ll choose quick.”

He breathes hard for a moment and then lowers his gun. “I ain’t gonna kill ya, sweetheart. Your brother may have been a fool for gettin’ involved with Colm, but sounds like he cared about ya a lot and you’re only alive now because of him. I’m sorry I shot him, darlin’, but even though we’re in different gang, I made an oath when I married ya. I promised to protect ya. I ain’t lettin’ that bastard kill ya.”

He walks slowly over to you, holstering his guns. You look up at him, a flicker of hope rising in your chest.

“Arthur, Colm will know you’re protecting me. He’ll hunt you down even more than he is now. He… he’s planning on getting to Dutch somehow, turn him into the authorities in Blackwater, collect the money and run to Mexico.”

“That ain’t happenin’, darlin’. Dutch ain’t that stupid. But you and I…” the energy between you crackles. “You and I have a lot to discuss if this marriage is gonna continue to work. I want it to work. I love ya still, despite all this.”

You leap forward and kiss him hard. The last thing you want is for your marriage to end because you made some poor choices in your youth. Arthur’s arms wind around you and then tangle into your hair. He pulls your head back and kisses your neck, his tongue coming out. Still fueled by adrenaline, you feel a sudden urge to fuck him.

Panting slightly, you look Arthur in the eyes. “How about we start working on fixin’ this marriage right now, Arthur?”

Arthur suddenly rips your shirt open and tips you backwards on the table. He kisses you hard as he strips off your shirt and your chemise, his hands automatically finding your nipples. He’s only seen and felt them a hundred times before now, but he acts like this is the first time. He kisses you hard and then he leans up, his hands leaving your body.

“Strip,” he says as he begins removing his own clothes. You can’t help but giggle as you stand up to take off your pants. As soon as you’re both naked, Arthur grabs you and puts you back onto the table. He kisses you as his cock brushes your folds. You bite his lower lip and he pulls away just slightly so your lips can’t touch anymore.

“I want ya to touch yourself,” he says. You blush. He’s never asked you to do this, preferring to touch you himself.

“Don’t you wanna do it?” you gasp as he grabs your legs and puts your feet on the edge of the table, spreading your knees so you’re exposed.

“I wanna watch you get yourself off,” he says, his deep voice going through your body. His hands leave you and he takes a step back, his eyes on your lower half. Even from here, you can see he’s breathing hard as he waits for you, expectantly.

You haven’t touched yourself since before you got married to Arthur. You haven’t had to. The thought of your own hands getting yourself off turns you on though, so you slide your fingers down and begin stroking your clit. You lay your head on the table, closing your eyes as you touch yourself. One hand circles your clit, studying your own nub as the other goes to your entrance. You open your eyes and see Arthur still standing there, his hands pulling on his cock as he watches you. Your eyes go down to his length, he’s already dripping.

“You like what you see?” you ask, circling again and again. He nods and you press your fingers harder against yourself, going a bit faster. He must be able to hear how wet you are as your fingers stroke; he begins pumping himself a bit faster. As you get yourself closer to your release, your hips begin thrusting up and down slowly. Before long, you’re letting go to your own hand.

When you come down, you look at Arthur and he’s standing between your legs. He grabs you, pulls you off the table and turns you around so your back is facing him. He bends you forward and spreads your legs, his cock finding your entrance easily. He plants his hands beside yours as he begins pushing himself into you forcefully. Then one hand grabs your hip, holding you close and his other goes up to your breast, fiddling with your nipple. You gasp in his grip as he moves fast, his cock sliding in and out of you. His lips kiss where your shoulder meets your neck and he nips you, making you hiss.

This is new for Arthur, for you. All the times you’ve had sex with him, he’s been gentle unless you asked him to be rough. Now he’s pushing himself hard, his hands squeezing almost too tight on your hip and nipple. You have to stiffen your arms in order to prevent collapsing onto the table from the force of his bucking.

“Arthur,” you say, trying to get him to acknowledge your discomfort, although you wonder if he doesn’t care in the light of your newly exposed secrets. You feel a twinge of guilt and realize you don’t get the luxury of him making you feel good right now. Not after how much you’ve lied to him. You hang your head and want to cry, but you’re sure he’ll become angry if you do. You can’t help it though as he pounds into you. Tears begin leaking from your eyes.

“Am I hurtin’ ya?” he asks, suddenly stopping mid-thrust. His question does the trick and you let go. You’d be lying if you said his force and angle didn’t hurt just enough you won’t be able to orgasm from this.

“N-no,” you say. “It’s not you. Keep going though, Arthur, you deserve to do this to me.”

He suddenly pulls out of you and turns you around to face him. His hands go to your face and he brushes your hair away, rubbing your cheeks dry. His eyes are soft and betray his worry. He kisses you softly.

“I want ya to feel good,” he says, taking you by surprise.

“Why?” you say.

“Because I love ya, despite all this. Darlin’, I love ya so much.”

“But I’ve lied to you. Hurt you.”

“I know,” he says softly. “But you ain’t the only one. I’ve lied too. Not only that, I took your brother away from you. I ain’t ever gonna forgive myself for that.” He kisses you softly.

You smile up at him and then lay down onto the table, spreading your legs. “Well, in that case, do what you must. Show me how sorry you are.”

He smiles and pumps his cock again, making it stiffen up once more. He pushes back into you and starts to buck. This angle is much better as he can brush your spot. You close your eyes as your body moves from his force. His hands go to your hips, pushing you down onto him when he pushes in, allowing him to pound into you. You plant your feet onto the table again, giving him a better angle and your hand slides down to your slit. You’re hungry for the stimulation to your clit. When you begin brushing, you groan audibly. The sounds you make cause him to buck faster.

“Always thought you sounded so pretty when I’m fuckin’ you,” he growls. You open your eyes and find his. The blue is so pretty and the intensity of them makes you rub even faster. It doesn’t take long before you’re going off again. Arthur doesn’t stop thrusting though as you clench your teeth and tip your head back, letting go. Your hand stops and he pushes it out of the way, stroking your clit. He wants to prolong your orgasm, you realize.

“A-Arthur!” you whine as your orgasm rocks through your body. He still pounds into you, his fingers circling your clit. He gives it a quick flick and your hips thrust up. “I’m coming!” you grunt loudly. You feel as though you’re levitating, or perhaps your soul’s leaving your body. Thankfully, his hand stops and he goes back to thrusting your hips in time to his.

You come down from your high, your hair planted to your neck. He grins down at you wickedly and continues pumping into you. His eyes glue themselves to your bouncing breasts. His hips suddenly snap against yours and he pulls out quickly, his hot seed spilling onto your stomach. When he’s done, he pants above you, his cock growing soft again.

“Fuck,” he says. You’re breathing heavily and you reach up, pulling him down for a long kiss. He pulls away after a moment and reaches into his satchel, pulling out a cloth and cleaning you up. You sit up when he’s done and look at him hard, feeling relaxed in the wake of your passions.

“Okay, Arthur. We need to talk about what’s going to happen. To us.”

Arthur sits beside you on the table, your arms brushing. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Well, I thought that’d be rather obvious, darlin’. I’m bringin’ ya with me to my gang. We’re out in a place called Horseshoe Overlook. Real pretty, think you’d like it.”

“What about Dutch?” you ask. “Won’t he try to kill me when he finds out?”

“He’ll be angry sure, and he probably won’t ever trust ya. You’ll have to work extra hard, but I’ll be with ya every step of the way. Dutch knows not to interfere with my family.”

“Does he know you’re married?”

He smiles. “I think he and Hosea know I’m involved with a woman, though I doubt they know I’m married. Dutch knows though that I’ll go where you go, he ain’t got a say in that. And I know he wants me around. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe, darlin’. Especially if you got some dirt to dig up on Colm. As long as you don’t try hidin’ what you know, you’ll be fine. That’s the mistake Kieran made. Wouldn’t speak even when we starved and beat him. Had to threaten him with Bill’s geldin’ tongs.”

“So you’re saying that as long as I speak up before they have a chance to torture me, I’ll be fine?”

“Yes and no. Like I said, don’t think Dutch will ever trust ya.”

“I didn’t stay in the gang for Colm. That man’s a bastard and I’d like nothing more than to see him shot. I stayed for my brother. I would have left the gang as soon as I found out he was dead, but Colm doesn’t allow deserters. Either you’re an O’Driscoll or you’re dead.”

“I understand, darlin’. And if that’s the case, it might make Dutch be a little more lenient on ya.” He squeezes your hand again. “Now how about you and I go somewhere I can keep ya safe? Or would you prefer we go another round again?”

You smile at him. “I think one more round sounds nice.”

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adiabolikpastel · 4 years ago

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Now I'm quite curious about Kanaye ~ enlighten me! ((Heard he would get along with Dorian, had to ask))

Ah! You wish to know more of my son? Very well, I do so enjoy speaking of his accomplishments!

Kanaye is our oldest, born just after his brother Yukio. He was always just a bit taller, and never now much taller. Let’s see... Kanaye used to always follow Kanato-san around like a lost puppy. It was so cute!

He was always interested in working, which I of course nurtured into his drive today. Kanaye is just a driven young man, who will one day succeed Shu-sama and rule as the next King.

Other than that... oh! He has the cutest girlfriend, Miss. Isabella. We are so pleased with their intent to marry one day, as the last one... while a proper lady I prefer Isabella. She is a kind, sweet, girl who adores my son just as much as he does her.

Kanaye also has a beautiful singing voice, and loves music. I could not be more proud that my son is able to fill the house with beautiful melodies. Additionally his academics are, of course, also perfect. He is top in his grade. My son takes life quite seriously, and I as his mother do what I can to support his wishes and endeavors.

Kanaye is... better now I believe.

My doll is not wrong, Kanaye does work hard, and is quite driven. However, there is much she does not know of him. For quite sometime, I was... worried? No, that is not right.

Kanaye used to live a rather... annoying life style. I was not unaware of the women whom he entertained. Despite my warnings, he would not stop these affairs. For him to become the King, living like that... it was bothersome.

He did eventually find a young girl, Subaru’s daughter - and she seemed to keep his attention longer than most. I was not thrilled of the idea, but if it turned him onto the correct path. That did not last long though, and soon enough he returned to that lifestyle.

It was not until recently that he is finally taking his goals more seriously. This is better than his brother I suppose. That boy... I gave up on him ages ago. For Kanaye, there is a clear out come, so long as my brother Shu does not have a child.

So... in a nutshell?

Kanaye growing up was the star child. He was well mannered, obeyed his parents, took life seriously - where has his twin did not. This got him in great with his father, and as such was taken more under his wing.

During his pre-teen years however, Kanaye ended up witnessing his parents in a rather intimate moment, and it changed the way he saw the world. Why should he only limit his power through academics - so a more promiscuous life style began. He got this mentality from seeing the power his father had over his mother - not knowing the, ya know, years of trauma and relationship building BUT whatever!

His teens years featured a lot of Sadistic relationships where he would mentally and emotional abuse women. Ultimately he rationalized it as they made the choice anyway, cause all women will do anything for a good fucking - so... yea...

Along came Izumi, his first love. They were a cute, awkward, and innocent relationship - long distance, which was probably for the best for him. It didn’t last though, them not really being able to get closer because of the distance. So after breaking up, he went back to a bit of his old ways - but not as bad.

He was able to get close to some friends and they help him become a more decent person. Not being such a high and mighty dick, and understanding that if he is going to be a King he needs to change the way he thinks. Years later he meets Isabella and the rest is kind of history~!

Thank you for the ask! Kanaye - if I am being honest, has actually gotten the most development of my OCs here? I think? I never thought he would - but hey we here!

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (1/?)

What started out as an idea for a short one shot grew into a multichap that I'm almost done editing. I think 🤔 it'll be either 4 or 5 chapters long depending on how long each chapter will be after I'm done editing. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy.

In this fic you learn how easily things can change, but how it effects you isn't always a bad thing.

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Chapter 1: The Phenomenon

There was little difference to what was happening around you at the moment. There were no little green men, or yellow submarines, neither were there tangelos, or bags of golden rings, but there was a blue-haired man with plenty of dreams. Still, life was swell; summer was around the corner, and you were reading in the garage just to be near Zeta-7; he was working on his latest piece of tech, and you were distracted by his charming quirks and ticks. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say it was business as usual. Yet, it was because you had been acquainted with Rick that the previous blindspots of your world were made known to you; conscious of the rare events which were going to take place in another quadrant of space.

A phenomenon was going to occur; one which would not happen again for another 1000 years; the blooming of the Milleannos flower. Legends say that those who touch its pollen might live forever, and those who smell its perfume might be cured of all that ails them, but those claims were supposedly unsubstantiated. There was to be a gala to celebrate the occasion; all in attendance were respectable, distinguished guests and because of Rick, you were also invited, but there were rules; strict guidelines which were to be obeyed unless you wished to throw away your life. And although you weren't happy about them, you were willing to abide by them for Rick's sake. However, there were a few things you didn't understand. "Rick, why won't we be allowed to dance together?"

His hands paused their activity, and his body sagged a little; dreading the reminder not because he's informed you already, but because it pained him to remind himself that he couldn't spend a once in a lifetime occasion with you. "B-because according to the laws of Petram Viridios IV, you are assigned a um - a party companion which is determined according to the alignment of your spine, carbon dioxide levels, as well as daily water intake. And due to the variety of guests, everyone must stand at least six feet apart to avoid air poisoning. However, if given an a-air helmet in order to assist with breathing, then I believe that the last rule isn't as severe. It's - there is a-a lot to remember."

Currently, he was piecing together the circuits and connecting the wires which would power his reflective shield. It was going to be worn under his dress shirt and would be undetectable under their scanners; as a precaution of course. "Ricky, you know I barely drink water." You weren't a fan of water, but you enjoyed flavored beverages and if you did drink water, it was always carbonated first. "I mean, I can get past the distance thing, but what am I supposed to do if I'm assigned to someone I don't like, and have to spend hours being bored and jealous that you're next to gorgeous, realistic fembots from Westworld?"

Unlike you, Zeta-7 drank so much water, you wondered how he wasn't rushing to the bathroom every five minutes. The only other people who drank that much water were beauty gurus who wanted to keep their skin in tip-top shape; you could really try harder if you wanted to. Good naturedly, he answered. "Gosh, y-you don't have to worry about that. I know a fembot when I-I see one."

You raised a brow at this, but seeing as he meant it literally, you listened on. "No s-siree, I won't be assigned a party companion because I'm going t-t-to be assisting the king in protecting their sacred relic."

How Rick became designated to assist with such a task was beyond you, but there seemed to be a glimmer of slight pride in the fact that he'd be so lucky and privileged as to be near the legendary flower, as well as to the beings who revered it. He was determined to find out the truth behind its properties, and if his hypothesis proved true, then he had a plan. You enjoyed when he was diverted with schemes; not the kind which was evil in nature, but the ones which could end happily or inconclusively. Anyway, you two were discussing how to go about it all.

The discussion had gaps of pause where he'd need to concentrate on bits of wiring that needed to be soldered or bent. Without distraction, you were more aware that it was humid, especially with the garage door being fully open for proper ventilation; bits of your hair stuck to your face and to the back of your neck despite how you'd try to tie it. As annoying as it was, it did have its draw; every so often, you'd catch Rick staring and you'd feel a thrill for it could be a year or ten years, but his shy tendencies would never stop being endearing; why he felt the need to reign himself when you were cool with him checking you out was something you hoped he'd someday become more comfortable with, but for now you'd simply giggle and wink at him to let him know you knew. He did his best to focus on the task at hand, but it wasn't going as well as he had hoped for it happened more than once that you'd have to hand him a tool he was blindly reaching out for. "You wouldn't happen to know who my party companion is," you inquired, as you were tying your hair up for the umpteenth time. "do you? And if you do, can't you change them?"

Giving you that look which always preceded his speeches of why he couldn't do that random illegal thing, he explained with kindly patience. "I could change th-the records, and assign you to someone I know, but that wouldn't be legal."

"I know."

"However," he brightened as he paused his work to face you fully. "I do have a copy of the guest list. Give me a-a moment to pull it up on my computer. Hmm," he wondered more to himself then out loud. "that's odd."

"What is it?"

Drumming his fingertips on his workbench, he double-checked his calculations, then went over and wrote it all out on a chalkboard to be sure. Tapping the freshly used chalk tip to his chin in thought, leaving a little powder on his face, he nodded when it seemed satisfactory. "According to um - to my calculations, it's possible that it's either the Salamandrian chemist, V'gha Khadaka or the Chordatan Knight, Noathamas."

"Is there a correlation between the two?"

"Other than their similar water intake levels, they both enjoy their privacy. However, I'm a-a little stumped as to how it might be possible to be assigned to them both. None of your occupations are similar, neither is there a species similarity, but I'm sure I'll figure it out before the event."

Great, just great. That sort of information wasn't all that helpful, but you pressed a kiss to his cheek to ease the worry which he had been hiding. You wondered if it was too late to back out, but for the most part you were determined to be there for him, even if it meant odd company. "Alright. Um… is there something I should keep in mind before I go dress shopping?"

A quick glance at your current outfit made him smile. You were wearing an old band tee and jeans with so many patches, that they were more patch then jean. "I-I don't think so. Almost anything is fine. Though, y-you might want to avoid plant-based materials in favor of synthetics just in case."

"Okay, I think I can do that, but don't be surprised if I look like I just walked out of a 1980s prom. I'll have you know that being slightly flammable is a dream of mine."

He chuckled at that and patted your shoulder. "Hohoho, I'm sure it'll be fine. You - you always look pretty in whatever you wear."

"If you mean that I'll be so fine, that I'll light up the room with my razzle-dazzle, then you better watch out. You never know who'll be charmed without my knowing."

Now, there had been little to no weight to your phrasing just now, but he felt differently. Giving your shoulders a squeeze, there was a distant, far off look in his eyes that you could only recall from specific occasions. It was a mix of longing, sadness, and regret, but you couldn't pin it on what exactly. It was as though he were trying to convey by sight that there was something he ought to do, that he ought to say, but as quickly as it had appeared, it left and was replaced by acceptance. He pulled away and returned to his previous task while you used a spare computer to begin the search for the perfect dress. He said it'll be fine, and you certainly hoped so.

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Adjustments in gravity made you feel as though you could jump in and out of craters as though you were wearing moon shoes; that is until you stepped onto a ship or station, then you felt as though you had fifty pounds tied to each foot. You were grateful for the terrain stabilizers that Rick placed in your flats a few adventures ago, otherwise, you would've already been worn out.

You two arrived a few minutes apart by way of the designated ship which held a variety of guests. To explain, the ship itself was a marvel and a work of beauty as far as intergalactic travel was concerned; its mechanical parts were held together by a compound whose main ingredient was a type of scarlet amber. Piece by piece, it had been crafted by a mixture of living matter and tech so advanced, that it'd have taken 300 years of Earth-based studies to understand a fraction of how one of its panels could work; probably sooner for someone like Rick.

Your eyes trailed the conduits as you were led through hallways that seemed to spiral and spill into larger hallways with varying temperatures and design and you wondered how it was those conduits crossed over and branched off like veins, but you had no time to find out and didn't feel privileged enough to ask as you were led into a cabin. Multiple voices hushed, but resumed to their usual loudness once you had settled into what appeared to be a loveseat with the coloring and texture of a pumpkin; it was your assigned seating, but it was not as soft as you would have liked.

It wouldn't be till later that you'd find out that Rick had traveled in a cabin on level 4 while you had been on level 2. In your cabin was a being composed of pure energy, with a name not spelled in letters but in frequencies, who was one of the musicians. A few feet away, was V'gha Khaḍaka; he was tall, sure-looking, had smooth, striped skin which glistened, and a tail strong enough to break someone's spine in a blink; the good thing was that he hadn't been trained in combat, but was simply a scientist who enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge. And a few feet away from the Salamandrian chemist was the knight Noathamas; he stood at half your height, but his chest was puffed out in such a way that made him appear larger, while his round amber eyes and curly whiskers gave him a soft, cuddly appearance; you had been warned by Rick that his appearance did not reveal much about his character and to watch out for him.

It was uncommon but not unheard of to be assigned multiple party companies as you had been; you were matched up to both V'gha and Noathamas due to your odd chemical makeup. Who would've thought that drinking a La Croix before leaving home would confuse their scanners? Goodness, you were grateful that it was a quick trip, and when it was time to depart the ship, you were escorted by two guards before you were given a helmet; it was nearly invisible except for its indicator light which was shaped like a flower, and it blended in with your dress; a colorful sequin cocktail dress you found on eBay. Not far from you were both your companions, who gave off the impression that they were your entourage rather than dates for the night. You saw Rick from a distance, and you knew he was trying to play it cool, but his eyes were sparkling with affection, although he knew he was supposed to suppress it due to the strict traditions imposed by the royal family; he looked away as he was escorted by six guards, but part of you wished that he hadn't.

You took a deep breath to calm your giddiness; this wasn't the time to allow your emotions to carry you away and affect the mission which was to get through the evening. V'gha could pick up on your subtle changes in body language, and thanks to a universal translator in your helmet, you could understand him. "From what I understand," he commented with a surprisingly smooth, velvety voice. "he's the smartest man in the universe. Is that true?"

"Maybe," you replied nonchalantly, "but he's more than just a brain. I heard he's a great lover. Not really my type," you lied because Zeta-7 suggested that you keep the details of your relationship with him a secret; again for safety, but you thought boasting up his reputation wouldn't hurt. "though, to each his own."

"Do you know him personally?"

When questions like this were thrown at you, it made you wonder about the curious people who meant it to sound nice, but in actuality wanted to test the waters as to how much can they ask so soon. Glancing at your nails, you feigned disinterest. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to give out that type of information."

"You two are the only humans here." he stated matter of factly. There were humanoid beings but he was right. "It doesn't take rocket science to figure that much out."

"How would you know," you retorted with an air of certainty. "you're not a rocket scientist."

"You're right, I'm not. However, I do dabble into it from time to time. I'm sure he does too. I can smell the exhaust from here."

Hmm, perhaps this event was going to be more interesting than you thought. You shared a look of understanding with the chemist, and thought that perhaps you wouldn't need to be so wary of him; his charisma gave him a charm you hadn't yet decided if it was welcomed or should be ignored; whether his earlier comment was out of egotism or curiosity. And before you could make a comeback, Noathamas commented. "Shall we find our assigned seating and continue from there?"

"Sounds fine. Why don't you two walk ahead," you suggested with a coolness you didn't know you had. "I'll be sure to follow."

When you were sure that they were far enough, you took out your miniature glass terrarium necklace, which held a shrunken sunflower that had an iridescent shimmer on its petals; the one Rick had given you after a memorable date; it was made to remind you of how he saw you and you were very glad it had gone undetected under the scanners you passed through. And in your mind's eye you could still see the glimmer and shine of his electric blue eyes as he had taken in your appearance this afternoon before you two departed Earth; oh how he had wanted to kiss you and hug you but had refrained from doing so in order to double-check if he had all his supplies. His compliments had been many as he drove into the inky blackness of space, but when he parked at the station which was at the midway point, and you two lined up to board the ship which took you to this strange world, his face became neutral; his job made him good at that. You kissed your lovely necklace, replaced it so that it laid underneath your dress collar, and your heart called out to him in the void which was Petram Viridios IV; hoping you wouldn't have to go the through the evening without seeing your beloved again before you made yourself appear neutral and made sure to stay at least six feet apart from everyone in your midst.

Tbc

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