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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Burnt ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

PAIRING: Yoongi x Reader

GENRE: established-relationship, fluffy ending, running into ex, mentions of burning by accident,

A/N: Again I used a wheel of names to select the member so that it was fair, we got Yoongi this time so I hope you enjoy it!!

It wasn't often that you and Yoongi got to enjoy some one on one time together so going out for the morning dog walks you did every day was something that you cherished. An hour-long walk just the three of you as you spoke about anything and everything that came to mind, catching up and spending time with the one guy you loved and your dog. The two of you had made it a tradition that you would go together deciding that since Yoongi was always so busy with something in his life this was his designated time for you and only you. Of course, you spent other times together but this was always a for-sure fire plan, there was no way out of it, it was always going to happen unless it was pouring it down with rain. This morning it was bright and early, the grass that you walked Min Holly on was crisp, the air was fresh and there was almost no one around besides the other people that were walking their dogs. Yoongi and you walked hand in hand as you took Holly over a field that wasn't fair from your home,

"I was thinking of cooking dinner for you and the boys, Friday night?" You suggested as you threw a ball for Holly she began sprinting after it wildly while you stood with Yoongi under a tree,

"Sure. We should try and make that cake they loved the last time they were over," He suggested as he gently took your hand in his, stroking his thumb over your knuckles and smiling happily as he looked at you. He never would have thought he could be this happy again but you brought out the best in him, he hadn't been this happy since his last relationship which had ended on pretty good terms.

"Jimin loved it, even if it was falling apart," You laughed softly, bending down to pick up the ball that Holly had dropped by your feet, you handed over the wet tennis ball to Yoongi who threw it for his dog once again, going further than before.

"Jimin loves everything you make for him, he swears by your cooking," Yoongi chuckled, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your body enjoying the feeling of standing this close to you. Laying his head down on your shoulder he hummed in satisfaction of the silence that surrounded you. All that could be heard was the occasional car passing on a nearby road and the birds that were waking up in all of the trees, it was more relaxing than ever.

"I wonder what's taking Holly so long to get that ball," He mumbled a few moments later when he realised Holly hadn't come bounding back over to you as he usually would, ball in his mouth.

"Holly?" You called out, patting your legs as you both began wandering over in the direction he was last seen running in, calling out his name as the both of you waited for some kind of sign that Holly was around there somewhere.

"Holly?" Yoongi cried out as you walked down the back of some trees that were heading towards a forest-like area, there was Holly rolled over on her back and getting belly rubs from another person who was dressed in a hoodie and some jeans.

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" You heard a female voice coo as you approach her and your dog with Yoongi, worrying slightly if she was some kind of fan that had decided to stalk out where Yoongi walked Holly.

"Hey, I'm sorry. He's just overly friendly sometimes, I'm sure he didn't mean to-" Yoongi stopped speaking mid-sentence when he looked up to see his ex-girlfriend sitting there with his dog, all of a sudden it was like he was only there with her and her alone. The rest of the world ceased to exist as they locked eyes for the first time in over six years, you stared at Yoongi wondering why he had suddenly stopped speaking and you glanced over at the female who was staring at him. Aera. You recognised her from the photos you'd found in Yoongi's home studio, she was his ex-girlfriend and the love of his life. Her name literally meant love. The sight of them looking at one another the way they did made your heart sink, he was looking at her as if she was the only woman in the world while she stared at him like it was the last time she ever would.

"Aera this is Y/n, Y/n this is Aera..." Yoongi finally said as he tore his eyes away from her, turning to look at you briefly before his eyes were glued to her once again. You didn't blame him she had been the love of his life for years until up and leaving six years ago to move to a different country, both of them deciding to end the relationship so neither of them had to go through with a terrible long-distance relationship.

"It's lovely to meet you, I've heard a lot." You told her as you shook her hand, doing your best to seem as polite as possible, just because they had been together all those years ago didn't mean that they would be together again now, right?

"It's been too long, what are you doing back?" He questioned her as you began to leash Holly back up to his walking gear, stroking the dog that was with Aera as you went down onto the floor.

"I moved back, I was done with my studying and decided I missed home," She smiled softly at him and then all of a sudden it was as if you were no longer there again, the two of them began conversing back and forth about everything she had been doing over the last few years, catching up as you began a slow walk back home being ignored by your fiancé but you let it slide. He hadn't seen her in years and they had been best friends before they dated, you had nothing to worry about since you trusted him with your life.

"That was nice seeing her for a while," You told Yoongi as you began making breakfast for Holly, hoping to get your fiancé back into conversation with you but his head had been in his phone since getting back home probably letting the boys know who he had seen that morning.

"Yoongi?" You questioned when he still didn't respond to you, sighing to yourself you kissed the top of his head before leaving to go and get a shower he was probably just stressed with work stuff.

When you woke up the next morning you expected to roll over and find Yoongi as you usually would but you were created by cold and empty sheets, he was missing with no note left behind to say he had gone into work earlier than expected.

"Yoongles?" You called out down the stairs as you walked down them, wrapping a dressing gown around your body in case he or the boys were around the house somewhere, it wasn't uncommon for the boys to just let themselves in when they saw fit. As you reached the porch you saw that Yoongi's coat was missing along with Holly's walking gear and Yoongi's walking boots, he'd gone without you? Glancing over at the clock there was no reason for him to have gone without you, the two of you would normally wake up now and walk Holly together. There was a sinking feeling in your gut as you thought about how he and Aera had been texting back and forth all day yesterday, had he gone out with her without telling you? It wouldn't have bothered you if he had just mentioned it to you or even left some kind of note as to where he was.

Hey, I'll make some breakfast for when you're back if you like? xx Hitting send you waited anxiously for the message to be read but it was left as delivered while you went to shower and do your morning routine before he came home.

"I made your favourite!" You called out as you saw Yoongi running around the house in a rush, Holly was eating his breakfast in the kitchen while Yoongi had rushed in the house to shower and change for work. It had been a two-hour long walk with Aera which didn't help ease the uneasy feeling you had but you kept your faith in Yoongi, he loved you and you loved him that was all you needed to put your attention on.

"I don't have time to eat, I'll grab something at work." He yelled out as he ran out of the house, into his car before you could even ask if he had enjoyed his walk out there that morning, you stared down at Holly sighing to yourself.

"Guess it's me and you then," You said to him as you poured him some more water into his bowl.

It continued on like that all week, Yoongi would go for the morning walks with Aera instead of with you, spending more and more time with her to the point where you felt you hardly saw him unless it was for an hour at night before going to bed but you were reminding yourself that tonight was your night with him and the boys. Friday night dinners together were traditional with him and the boys and everything was perfect, you'd spent all of that day preparing the food, baking desserts and perfecting everything that the boys would be eating that night but no one showed up. As each hour passed and they weren't there you began to grow sick with worry thinking that something had happened to them, calls and texts to each of them were going unanswered but there had been no reports in the media about what possibly could have happened.

"Here Holly," You called out, pouring some of the food that he was able to eat into his food bowl before cleaning up the dining room, blowing out candles and putting the desserts into the fridge for a later time. It wasn't uncommon that the boys would work so late they lost track of time so you figured that was all that had happened.

That was until Yoongi walked through the door looking as though he was about to burst, he had chocolate down his chin and behind him was Aera as she struggled to stand him up straight,

"What happened?!" You panicked, rushing over to them as you helped her stand him up, struggling to carry him up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"He had a little too much to drink with the boys at my place," Your heart practically stopped beating as you heard where he had been and who he had been with.

"Your place?" Your voice was strong and it didn't stutter as much as you thought it was going to, she nodded at you not seeing an issue with it.

"He's been with you all night?" She nodded again,

"The guys and I have a tradition, meals every Friday and we used to switch who's place we went to...I figured since I was back I could invite them to mine...I asked Yoongi to bring you but he said you were busy." You nodded along with her as she began tucking Yoongi into bed but you stared at him, the subject hadn't even been bought up around you, Yoongi had neglected to mention he was going to cancel your dinner and go to hers instead. In fact, he'd neglected to mention anything as of late as he pushed you away and hung out with Aera more than you.

"I'll let you get some sleep, it was nice meeting you again," She hugged you before leaving, you heard her lock the door before posting your keys back through the letterbox but your eyes never left Yoongi in his sleeping form. He was sneaking around to hang out with her but why? You trusted him and he knew that he could have just told you where he was going and there would never have been a problem but now it felt as if there was something going on. Something he was hiding.

Time went on and you began to slowly distance yourself more and more from Yoongi, you'd tried getting him to talk to you more but he was working or catching up with Aera, you had no idea how much catching up needed to happen but it was bothering you. It was as if you were no longer a part of his life, just a ghost living in his house as he continued on as everything was normal.

"Stupid fireplace," You hissed as you tried to get the fireplace in your living room to turn on, it was one of those exceptionally cold nights where you couldn't get warm so sitting by the fire with hot chocolate and a book was something you were going to do. Normally Yoongi would be the one to sort the fireplace out but he was nowhere to be seen so you were left to fend for yourself.

Letting out a smile in relief as the flames finally caught you began to get comfortable on the floor, settling down to read when you heard a crackling noise that didn't sound great but you pushed it aside thinking it was just the fireplace in its old age.

Guilt swelled up inside of Yoongi as he sat beside you in the hospital bed, he'd gotten a call to say you'd been rushed into emergency services when he was with Aera and he rushed to you. Sitting beside your bed the whole night before and even now, a day later, he was sitting with you.

"What happened?" Jimin questioned as he walked into the room to see Yoongi watching you, Jimin placed a vase of flowers down onto the nightstand at the bottom of the hospital bed.

"I was with Aera, she must have tried to light the fireplace," Yoongi explained as he looked at the burns that were on your left leg, it was nothing major but it was still a burn that he could have prevented if he hadn't wasted so much time hanging out with Aera so much. "She's been trying to get me to be with her for weeks and I kept pushing her away," His voice cracked as he began to cry, thinking of all the times he should have been with you. None of this would have happened if he had just been there.

"I'm sure she'll understand that you wanted some time with Aera," Jimin explained but Yoongi shook his head,

"There's no excuse for me to leave Y/n. I love her and I just pushed her aside because of what?!" You woke up to him yelling and you whined, turning to look at him you already knew what they were bickering about.

"She was the love of your life...I didn't want to get in the way," You breathed out as you tried to sit up, hissing in pain as you stopped.

"You can't move yet, the nurse will need to come and check you over." He whispered as he kissed your lips softly, calling the nurse button and watching Jimin leave the room.

"I will never, ever leave you again...I was so stupid," He mumbled to himself, beating himself up over something that couldn't have been helped,

"Yoongi you missed her, I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore..." His eyes shot to you as he shook his head dramatically,

"Of course I want to be with you, only you!" He cried out, taking your hand in his and smiling, kissing your hands softly.

"Then say those three words," You giggled softly looking into his eyes as he looked back at you,

"I love you." You smiled even more, leaning forward to kiss him softly, laying back down when the nurse came into the room.

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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years ago

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Into the Light - George Weasley

Title: Into the Light Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warning: NSFW!! Unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingers, female receiving oral, breeding kink Summary: All George has ever wanted is right at his fingertips, and he’s willing to go the extra mile to make his dreams a reality. A/N: part 2 to wanting something more!! You could probably read this on it’s own but it might make more sense if you’ve read the first part! This is some smut with fluff because I couldn’t help myself!! Feedback is always welcome! Tags: @sociallyawkward-princess @obsssedwithjustaboutanything @pigwidgexn Read part 1 here!

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George takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he watches Y/N sleep. Her head is resting on his chest and the moonlight flooding into the room illuminates her face. He can feel her shoulders rising and falling with every slow breath she takes, and every once in a while a quiet noise leaves her lips. George knows he should be sleeping but try as he might he can’t fall asleep. His fingers brush through her hair gently, letting the silky strands slip through his digits. They’ve been together for just over six months, and George still can’t believe this is his life.

He used to lie awake at night too plagued with thoughts of Y/N to fall asleep. She had been the one who got away, and in the cover of darkness George would let himself wonder what their life would’ve been like had he just worked up the courage to tell her how he truly felt. But now he gets to lie awake at night with her in his arms, too entranced by her beauty to fall asleep. When his mind wanders to their future it no longer fills him with dread, but overwhelming glee and anticipation. The things he yearned for in the dark are now finally able to be brought into the light.

At some point George does manage to fall asleep, his hand still entangled in Y/N’s hair and images of small red headed children running in a field playing on a loop in his head.

“He’s so good with her, isn’t he?” Ginny muses as she comes and leans against the counter next to Y/N.

Y/N hums in agreement, and finally tears her eyes away from where George is playing with Victorie so she can look at the younger girl. Sundays are reserved for family dinners at The Burrow, and Y/N has spent the last 10 minutes watching George hold little Victorie’s hand as she zoomed around the living room on the toy broom he bought her for her first birthday. He’d just lifted her up off of the broom so he could toss her in the air and catch her when Ginny interrupted.

“Does it make you feel mushy things?” Ginny teases, nudging her playfully.

Y/N rolls her eyes as a blush spreads across her cheeks. “How much money did George pay you to come over and say that to me?”

“Five Galleons. I talked him up from three,” Ginny says proudly with a grin. “Though if I knew I’d be found out this fast I would have asked for more. I figured this would be a recurring job.”

“Hey, you should feel accomplished. Ron only got One Galleon out of him last week and Harry did it for free the week before,” Y/N chuckles.

Ginny shakes her head as she snorts in laughter. “Merlin, you better give him a baby soon or he’ll run out of money.”

Y/N bites her lip and turns her attention back to George. Victorie is giggling wildly as George chases her around the living room, his arms outstretched and his fingers moving as if he’s tickling her. “I think he’ll run out of family members to bribe before that ever happens.” Just as George’s hands grab Victorie he looks up, winking at Y/N when their eyes meet.

“Boy is he laying it on thick today.” Ginny pauses so she can watch Y/N for a moment. “Is it working? Or should I tell Hermione to ask for ten Galleons next week?”

Y/N shrugs, watching as George hands Victorie over to Molly and starts to head over to them. “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. Of course, I want to have kids with George. I’m just worried that it’s too soon.”

George reaches them then, and he leans down to press a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You ladies talking about anything interesting?”

“No not really. Just about how you keep bribing your family members to convince me to get pregnant,” Y/N responds with a glare.

George’s face turns beet red, and Ginny laughs as she starts to walk away. “You’re not getting your money back, by the way!”

“To be fair Harry did it for free,” George reminds her with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. He hasn’t stopped thinking about having a baby with Y/N since the day they got back together, when she had begged George to fill her up with his cum and knock her up, so everyone would know who she belongs to. Not only had it been extremely arousing, but it made him realize how deeply he wants to have kids with her.

“Whatever, no need to get so technical,” she teases with an eye roll. Y/N wraps her arms around George’s neck and pulls him down so she can whisper in his ear. “I would much rather have you tell me how badly you want to knock me up while I’m pinned to a mattress and cumming around your cock.”

A shiver runs down George’s spine and his cock twitches in his trousers. “Fucking hell, you know what that shit does to me. Are you trying to give me a boner in front of my family, Y/N?” When all Y/N does is wink George groans and presses her up against the counter harder. “Just wait until we get home, Y/N. You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow when I’m done with you.”

The second they apperate back into Y/N’s flat George has her pressed up against the nearest flat wall. He kisses her hard, one of his hands gripping her hip while the other shoves up her shirt. “I can’t fucking believe you, Y/N. Getting me all worked up in front of my family. Bet you wanted me to take you to the bathroom and fuck you right there, didn’t you, baby?”

Y/N tangles her hands in George’s hair and tugs hard, moaning as he starts to suck on her neck. “You just fuck me so good, Georgie. Want you anywhere I can have you.” She moves her head to the side to give George more room to kiss and tugs on his hair again. “Always wanna be full with you, Georgie. Your tongue, your fingers, your cock.” Y/N pauses and uses her grip on George’s hair to pull his head away from her neck so they’re looking each other in the eyes. “Your cum.”

“Fuck, baby. Who am I to deny you these things, hm? Gonna make sure you’re nice and stuffed.” George leans forward and nips at her earlobe. “Especially with my cum.” He kisses Y/N again as he grips her thighs, hoisting her up. George deepens their kiss as Y/N’s arms wrap around his neck, and he licks into her mouth as he starts to carry her to the bedroom. He tosses her on the bed as soon as it’s near enough, and George pulls his shirt off before he crawls up the bed towards her.

Y/N takes her shirt off as George comes towards her and once she’s thrown it away Y/N cups George’s jaw and pulls him down into a slow kiss. She whines against George’s mouth as his calloused hands run up her bare torso, and she arches her back into his touch.

One of George’s hands rests on Y/N’s back, keeping their chests pressed together, while the other undoes the clasp of her bra. He breaks their kiss so he can throw her bra off, and his mouth starts to trail open mouthed kisses from the base of her throat down to the tops of Y/N’s breasts. “I’m never gonna get tired of this, baby.”

“Better not, cause you’re stuck with me forever whether you want it or not.” The end of her sentence falls out into a low moan as George’s tongue starts to flick at one of her nipples. She can already feel arousal pooling in her belly, and she thrusts her hips forward in search of friction on her aching clit. “No teasing Georgie, please,” she whines as he starts to pinch the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth. “Need you so badly.”

George chuckles as he pulls away from Y/N’s chest, letting his eyes roam over the few marks he’s left over her neck and chest. He spent so long being hesitant to make Y/N his, so now he marks her up every chance he gets to prove to everyone else, and himself, that he really is the one she comes home to every night. He ghosts his fingers down her sides, watching goosebumps explode in their wake. “What do you need, baby? Want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours to get it ready for my cock?”

“God yes Georgie, please,” Y/N begs, dragging her nails down his torso. When her hands reach the waistband of his jeans she starts to work at the button, desperately needing to feel his bare skin against hers.

George hooks his fingers around the band of Y/N’s leggings, and he gives her a wink before pulling them down around her knees. He runs his hands back up her thighs and starts to toy with the band of her panties. “Should I take these off too, baby? What do you think?”

“Unless you plan on eating my cunt through the fabric then I’d say so,” Y/N teases, lifting her hips up.

“You wanna be cheeky huh?” George asks, letting the band go so it snaps against her skin. “I guess you won’t mind me doing this if you need your cunt eaten so badly.”

The way George says cunt sends a shiver down her spine, and just as Y/N opens her mouth to ask him what he’s talking about a sharp gasp leaves instead, as he rips her underwear off of her body. He tosses the shredded fabric aside and Y/n pulls him down into a hot kiss. “I liked that pair you fucking prick.”

“Don’t worry baby I’ll buy you as many pairs of panties as you want once I’m done ruining your pretty pussy, okay?” George gets off the bed and pulls Y/N’s leggings all the way down and off before he starts to get rid of his own bottoms. “Though I much prefer it when you don’t wear any at all.” He gives her a wink as he finally takes off the rest of his clothes. “Easier access.”

George kneels on the end of the bed and takes one of Y/N’s knees in each hand before he pulls her legs apart. His eyes are immediately drawn to her core, and he lets his eyes roam over her dripping heat. “So wet for me already, baby. You sure you need my tongue to get you ready?”

Y/N’s chest heaves with deep breaths as George starts to press open mouthed kisses up her thigh towards her pussy. “Listen to me very carefully, George,” Y/N starts, threading her fingers into his hair. “If you ever wanna cum inside of me again, you’re gonna stop giving me so much shit and just fucking eat me out already.” She tugs on George’s hair so he looks up at her. “Understand?”

Instead of answering George leans in and licks a stripe from Y/N’s entrance up to her clit before sucking the sensitive bud between her lips. Her hips grind down on against his face, and George lets out a moan, letting his lips vibrate against her clit. He’s rewarded with the most beautiful noises he’s every heard come out of Y/N’s mouth, and he slips a finger into her pussy in return. George fucks her with his finger slowly, as he eagerly sucks her clit, letting his teeth lightly brush it every so often.

“So good, Georgie,” Y/N moans, working her hips down against his mouth. She knows George would eat her out for hours if she let him, since he’s done it before, so she tugs on his hair to get his attention. “More, please. Wanna be nice and ready for you cock.”

George hums in laughter, adding another finger alongside the first. He flicks at her clit with his tongue as he starts to fuck her faster, letting his fingers curl inside of Y/N. “Come on my fingers, baby. And then I’ll give you what you want.” He goes back to sucking her clit harshly, and starts to curl his fingers with every thrust, letting the tip of his middle finger brush her g-spot.

“So good, Georgie. You always eat my pussy so well.” Y/N clenches around George’s fingers, her orgasm steadily approaching. She brings the hand that’s not in George’s hair up to her breast and starts to roll her nipple between her fingertips. Her hips are working feverishly against George’s face and her toes curl as her climax nears. “Gonna cum, George, fuck.”

George curls his fingers against her g-spot as he nibbles on her clit, and Y/N’s back arches off of the bed as she cums, George’s name leaving her lips and her hand tugging on his hair. Her thighs shake as she comes down from her high, and George slowly pulls his mouth away and lets his fingers fuck into her slowly to help her come down from her high.

“Feel good?” George teases as he crawls back up her body. He presses a few brief kisses to her mouth, his hips moving to allow his cock to drag against the soft skin of her thigh. George feels like he’s been hard for hours, and he desperate needs to feel Y/N wrapped around him.

“I know what would feel better,” Y/N responds. She hooks one of her legs around George’s hip and pulls him in closer as she leans up on one of her elbows, so her lips just barely brush his earlobe. “Got my pussy nice and ready for you Georgie, can I have your cock now? Pretty please?”

George lets out a groan and pushes Y/N back against the bed as he grips the base of his cock. He lines himself up with her entrance and just barely presses his head against her heat. “You sure you’re ready for me, baby? I could always give you my mouth again.”

Y/N bites her lip and lets her hands run all over her torso, occasionally stopping to pinch or flick at one of her nipples. George’s eyes get even darker, and she lets out a quiet moan. “And I could always just get myself off, Georgie.” Y/N starts to trail one of her hands down towards her core and a small gasp leaves her lips when George grips her wrist tightly.

“Oh please,” George chides as he hikes her leg higher onto his hip. “Nothing makes you feel as good as my cock.” To prove his point George slams his hips forward, burying himself completely in Y/N’s wet heat. She tips her head back and a long whine leaves her lips, prompting George to slowly roll his hips. “But if you think your fingers can do better than me.”

When George starts to pull out Y/N wraps both of her legs around his hips and pulls him back in. “Don’t even fucking think about it George.” She pushes her hips down against him and they both let out breathy moans. “How are you gonna knock me up if you don’t fuck me good?”

“Fuck,” George groans, before he starts to move his hips, setting a fast pace. He slams back into her with every movement of his hips, watching her tits bounce with every thrust as her mouth drops open in a low moan. “So pretty, baby. Always look so good when I ruin you with my cock.” George picks Y/N’s lower half up higher so he can fuck into her deeper and they both whine at the new angle. “Fuck, baby. How does my cock feel, hm? Tell me how good I fuck you.”

Y/N’s fingers dig into George’s shoulders and she’s unable to control the noises coming out of her mouth. He’s hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and with the pleasure from her first climax still thrumming through her body, Y/N imagines she won’t last much longer. “So full, Georgie. Love having your big cock stretching me out. Love being full of you.”

“That’s right,” George growls, bring one of his hands to her core. He starts to rub harsh circles on her clit, and he moans when Y/N’s walls clench around him even tighter. “That’s not all you want though, is it, baby?”

“Want your cum Georgie, please,” Y/N begs. “Need you to fill me up. Wanna feel you deep inside me please.” Her words spur George on, and he starts to slam his hips harder, bringing her to her climax. Y/N shouts George’s name as she comes, her nails digging into her shoulder as he back arches off the bed. Pleasure is coursing through her body and ger walls are fluttering and twitching around George’s cock.

George leans down to kiss her, mashing their mouths together messily. He can feel his orgasm approaching and he grips Y/N tighter. “Fuck, Y/N. Gonna come soon, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good, so tight for me.” George’s hips start to lose their rhythm and he takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down. “Where should I finish, hm? On your tummy? Maybe on those pretty tits of yours?”

“You know where I want it George, please.” Tears have started to leak out of the corners of her eyes from the overstimulation, and shockwaves of pleasure continue to move through Y/N’s body.

“You want me to cum inside you, hm? Want me to shoot my load up into you, get you nice and full of my cum. Knock you up so you can be nice and full with my baby?” When all Y/N does is not George slams into her harder. “Use your fucking words. Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please finish inside me,” Y/N pants. “Wanna be so full of your cum, please.” Y/N swallows thickly, looking up into George’s eyes. “Knock me up Georgie. Want everyone to know what a whore I am for your cum. Put a baby inside of me, please.”

George closes his eyes as his orgasm rocks through his body, his hips stilling as his cock starts to twitch, forcing his release as deep into Y/N as it can go. “Gonna get you nice and knocked up,” George pants as he starts to come back down. Once he’s fully emptied himself into Y/N he slowly pulls out, before slipping two fingers back into her wet heat. “Can’t let any leak out,” he teases.

Y/N whines as George lays down next to her, clenching around the two fingers inside of her. She’s terribly sore and sensitive from her orgasms, but she loves the feeling of George’s fingers inside of her. “Kiss me Georgie, please.”

George chuckles and leans down, kissing Y/N slowly. He curls his fingers before slowly pulling them out as their mouths move together and his cock twitches when Y/N moans into his mouth. “Full enough, Y/N?” he teases as he breaks their kiss.

“Depends, we’ll have to wait a few weeks to see if I’m full of your baby or not,” Y/N responds with a wink.

“Ugh,” George groans, dropping his head to rest their foreheads together. His free hand comes to rest on her stomach, pressing down slightly. “You can’t tease me like that, Y/N.” He presses their lips together softly for a moment.

Y/N bumps their foreheads together softly, prompting George to look her in the eyes. “Who said I was teasing?”

George’s fingertips dig into her stomach and his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest. “What? What are you talking about?”

“I stopped taking my birth control. A few weeks ago, after you somehow convinced Harry to talk to me about having a baby,” Y/N reveals, a blush taking over her cheeks. “I don’t care, that we’re not married or that we haven’t been together for that long. I’ve been wanting something more with you since I was seventeen and I don’t see the point in denying myself that any longer.”

“I love you, Y/N. So much. And I can’t wait to start on this new journey with you.” George pauses so he can kiss her sweetly. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

George takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he watches his daughter sleep. She’s resting on his chest, with Y/N pressed close to his side. He watches her little chest rise and fall as she sleeps, and the first rays of sunshine illuminate her face. George knows he should be asleep, catching as much rest as he can while the baby does, but no matter how tired he is he can’t seem to fall asleep. He rubs his daughter’s back slowly, watching her eyelids twitch as she dreams. She’s already six days old, and George still can’t believe this is his life.

He used to walk around with a dark cloud over his head, too plagued with thoughts of never having this life to allow himself to bask in rays of sunshine and happiness. But as the sun starts to rise and his daughter starts to fuss on his chest, he finally allows himself to soak it all in.

A new chapter of his life has been thrust from the dark corners of his mind and into the light, and he can’t wait to see how it unfolds.

#George Weasley #George Weasley imagine #George Weasley smut #gw #golden

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rolanberry-rebel · 3 years ago

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Info sheet: Kjalla Nisemi

Name: Kjalla Nisemi Nicknames: K, Two-Guns, “oh hell, not her!”, “Gun-bunny” if you want to get shot Race: Viera (rava) Age: mid-late 30s in hyuran years, exact age unknown (even to her, really) Gender: Cis female Orientation: Whatever suits her at the moment Relationship status: Whatever suits her at the moment Profession: Professional psycho, hired gun, mechanic

Height: 6′2″ Weight: 160lbs. Eyes: Icy blue Hair: Dark blue Skin: Greyish-blue Build: Fit, busty Scars: Deep scar along the left side of her jaw, scarring around her wrists and fingers, scar tissue along her neck. Tattoos: Blue markings along her face; a thorny blue vine splayed down the back of her neck, along her right shoulder and twining around her right bicep Fashion: Spartan and street-tough; never goes anywhere without her kickin’ boots and a good jacket. Loves leather, loves fishnets, loves denim, loves spikes. Comfortable and not necessarily showy. Dark colors. Loves red; loves black. Not afraid to show off what she’s got. When she thinks she’ll need it she's outfitted in the one of the suits of heavy armor she custom-builds herself, varying from more mobile sets of light plate to bulky, gadget-augmented battle suits. Accessories: Kjalla wears a fair amount of jewelry, a lot of it worn and tarnished, suggesting it might have some sentimental value. Often seen with a smattering of dull gold and silver rings, earrings, and a bridge piercing with a pair of rubies at each end.

Birthplace: the Golmore jungles somewhere. Residence: Her junk shop/personal safehouse off of a private jetty near Kugane. Alignment: Chaotic Evil Hobbies: Violence, rowdy nights out, any and every manner of indulgence, creating new weapons and gadgets for her armors, salvaging and experimenting with old junk, making and spending lots of gil Likes: Exciting experiences, adrenaline rushes, the opposite sex, the same sex, swapping stories, swapping punches, money, people with guts, alcohol, tinkering away Dislikes: Cowards, soft people, pretty things, lalafel, you if you get in her way. And chocobos. Disgusting things. Personality: Erratic and unconstrained, shifting wildly with her impulsive mood swings. One night you buy her a drink and you might flirt your way back to her junk-shop; the next she might put a round through your skull. More than anything she likes to surprise and be surprised, so always expect the unexpected. Always headstrong and often arrogant, and you should absolutely never tell her what to do. Ever. In spite of her crazed impulses, when she’s not in a bad mood Kjalla can be incorrigibly flirtatious, friendly, and fun to have a good night out with. Virtues: Strong, physically and emotionally; there’s very little that will break her, and she’s seen it all. Strong leadership instinct, whether through her charisma or force of character simply overwhelming others into following. Obsessively self-sufficient and fiercely independent. Determined and diligent when there’s work to do, and will not quit until she gets it done. Streetwise, clever, skilled; not conventionally smart but picks up new hands-on skills quickly. A fierce, experienced fighter. Unfailingly loyal to those who prove themselves worth it. Bad habits: The obvious - she’s utterly immoral, indulging in any behavior if it makes her feel good. Impulsive, reckless, violent, quick to anger and lash out at others. Heart hard as a rock and a firm believer in the survival of the fittest (the fittest, of course, being her). Trusts next to no one and will betray others save her closest circle if it helps her get ahead. Stubborn as hell. Promiscuous with little regard for whom it might hurt. Huge chip on her shoulder. Has a major problem with authority. Unintelligent by conventional standards, and completely dead to magic.

Significant Other: *derisive laughter* Children: *even more incredulous laughter* Family: All presumed dead, except for her sister Eyrisse, from whom she is estranged. Pets: Linchpin and Electrode, her pair of baby coeurls, who live at her junk-shop. Their unique grounding and electrical powers help Kjalla with her electrical experiments.

Friends: People aren’t friends to Kjalla; they’re tools, things to be used, experienced and discarded. (Most of the time, anyway...)

You might know Kjalla if...

Merciless Mercenary. Kjalla is a notoriously cutthroat sellsword, unscrupulous - more than willing and able to do any job big or small, just as long as kids aren’t involved. (That’s the one line she doesn’t cross.) From political leaders to petty thieves, she’s taken them all. Her race may paint her as a novelty - it’s not often you see a viera mercenary traipsing around the world, after all - but she’s no laughing matter. If you hire mercenaries, work with them, or are one yourself, there’s a good chance you’ve heard of her, under one of her assorted names - some flattering, some very much not.

Underworld Surgeon. Kjalla has no magical healing talent but she’s a darn good field surgeon, and has a great knowledge of alchemical remedies, salves and drugs. A ‘side-job’ of hers is to sell her services as a mundane healer to shady characters who, for fear of the law, of the attention, or otherwise - avoid visiting a reputable establishment for healing after an incident. Criminals on the run, overdose cases, just someone who wants to stay off the grid - if you’re in need of a quick patching-up and you’d rather keep it discreet, her junk-shop is always open.

Life of the Party. Kjalla is a staple in a few of her favorite seedy dives in cities across the world - and would certainly be recognizable to regulars, given scar-covered, foul-mouthed viera with backwater accents aren’t exactly easy to miss. If you frequent these kinds of establishments, you’ve no doubt heard of, seen, and maybe even gotten into a drunken brawl with her.

Purveyor of Dangerous and Exploding Things. Kjalla loves weapons - all of them, but especially guns, bombs, tasers, flamethrowers, dynamite, and weapons far more bizarre and exotic. If you’re a weapon collector, an arms dealer, or if you’re looking to outfit yourself with something significantly more dangerous, you’ve no doubt run in to back-alley gunrunners and smugglers who’ve mentioned her as a supplier. Conversely, if you’re searching for training in gunsmithing or engineering from a master, she might consider it... you’ll probably wind up dead, though, so maaaybe not a good idea... unless that’s your kink.

Garlean Killer: There’re few jobs Kjalla loves more than the ones where she gets to pop Garlean heads like grapes. Though one could scarcely call the viera a principled woman whose violence is politically sophisticated, she takes a perverse delight in torturing and killing agents of the empire, even if she’s not getting paid to do it. Naturally her reputation for murdering prominent officers, personnel, facilities, and stealing lots of Garlean technology has made her a notorious outlaw in the empire, and if you’re involved in any of those fields, you’d recognize her scarred visage anywhere. Just be careful - she really does love planting bullets right in those third eyes.

Hi! I’ve been RPing forever and I’m lookin for new friends!

Adult female OOCly who’s RPed in every game you can probably think of and happy RPing lots of themes/scene types so long as we talk about it beforehand.

Kjalla is violent, rude, crude, and lustful. I however am (well, in my opinion, anyway...) none of those things, and am happy to talk with nice people! Just be aware most RP involving her’s gonna be one of those things, lol.

Available at random times, usually late evenings EST. Will always try to respond to private messages here no matter when you send them though!

Discord: I’m not on there very much, but I know it’s become a big way for a lotta people to do most of their OOC communication/RP threads so I’m willing to get on there if you wanna talk!

In-game: Anylissa Sebastis (Balmung) or Kjalla Nisemi (Mateus)

If you’re not into psychotic rabbit-ladies, I have my playful spoiled heiress, Anylissa, if you’d prefer. :>

#kjalla #ffxiv rp

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shadowfae · 4 years ago

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That poke sapien info really intrigues me. Could you tell us more about it? Ive always wondered how most humans would tend to steer clear from pokemon as a source of food, are there any other major differences between poke sapiens and homo sapiens?

I’ve written about it a bit before, but I’ve gained probably thirty followers this week and last, and my tags about my own experiences are... disorganized at best. ^^; So I have no issues talking about it again!

Now, I do want to say that I am not and never have been a geneticist. My theories here are based upon the perspective of an Absol who worked with Rangers in Almia and Explorers in the parts of Almia that humans couldn’t access. (I had a Shadows of Almia / Mystery Dungeon crossover canon.) So this is in hindsight, putting things together and guessing my best. All of the memories and noemata I’m working off of are field knowledge, not through textbooks, so.

Humans in the Pokemon world were, as one would expect, a form of Pokemon themselves. Actual canon supports this, and notes that humans can and will just marry Pokemon sometimes. It’s kind of taboo for everyone involved, but an Alakazam is just a weird evolving person as far as humans go, so you can see the mentality here.

The first reason I know that humans there aren’t like humans here is because their faces are different. Their faces are... more like ball-jointed doll faces? Bigger eyes, smaller noses, teeth are more herbivorous. If you saw one wandering around in our world, you would know for a damn fact at first sight that such a person is not human. It would probably set off uncanny valley like nothing else.

The second is that hair colours were very varied, I mean, /gestures at canon/. If a Pokemon could have it for a fur and marking combo, so could a human. Add hair gel, which they really liked for some reason, and boom you have canon. Human fashion was just weird but I suppose when you’ve got a socialist utopia, funny hair is something you end up with.

The third would be that time I saw a Ranger gored almost to death, so I got a pretty good look of their innards. Being an Absol, and thus largely a carnivore (I could and did eat fruit sometimes, but largely I hunted smaller Pokemon), I was reasonably well-acquainted with what the innards of a Pokemon are supposed to look like. Well, that poor Ranger had two stomachs, a very extensive gut, and blood vaguely maroon coloured. Lots of blood. They lived, if you’re wondering, and I pulled off a Dark Pulse that I didn’t expect I had the energy for, and things turned out all right.

As far as I know - I got a good look, not a great look - my best guess is that they lost a bit of lung capacity to make room. While humans did have body diversity, it wasn’t as extreme as we do. They looked a lot more similar to each other than humans here have the capability for. Best guess, they’re not very good at being isolated, so completely different grab-bags of traits didn’t really evolve all that much.

They had magic abilities like Pokemon did, they just sucked ass at using them. Again best guess, probably because they didn’t want to admit they were Pokemon. The humans I met who were, for lack of a better term, therianthropes, also tended to be very in tune with their magic. I would say Normal / Psychic typing? Considering Normal-type basically means no type, it wouldn’t surprise me. Their psychic abilities were okay when trained, but they were still shitty at it. It’s a pity, they would’ve died less if they could actually pull off a damn Psychic every now and again.

I never met any child of a human/Pokemon relationship, but I have heard of them happening. Just really, really rare, and typically frowned upon so it didn’t happen anywhere near me to the best of my knowledge.

But, in the context of the fictionkin community, it means that overall a human from my canon would have a wildly different understanding of what ‘human’ means. I know they weren’t homo-sapiens-human because I saw one gutted and looked back and went “hey wait that’s not the species I currently am”. But a human from my world? Well, unless they went into medical science, they might not be aware that Poke-sapiens-human isn’t homo-sapiens-human. They absolutely would not be able to breed between the two I don’t think, absolutely not, but would they know they were fundamentally different down to their DNA?

See, the Pokemon ‘kin community is small and bad and I know like, three other people in it who aren’t wishkin; and that’s a Lucario, a Mewtwo, and an Espeon. I briefly knew an Umbreon who was uncomfortably similar to my partner from my canon (they left social media and said they’d be back if they were still ‘kin after all, I wish them well), I knew a Furret for quite a few years (we parted on horrible terms, I’m upset about it but wish them well, too), and I may or may not know a Mightyena, still questioning on his end.

So it’s not like I can ask anyone! Because nobody I know from the Pokemon community was human there either! But if any humans from there are following me, hey! Tell me about your experiences! Do you know if you were homo sapiens or Poke sapiens! If you were Poke sapiens what’s that feel like!! Tell me!! I wanna know!!

Either way, I liked big macs then significantly more than I do now. Yum.

#asks #anonymous #absol tag #on experiences #Anonymous

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deathsficbin · 4 years ago

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Here I come sliding into home base on my ass as per usual. This one is different from my usual list of fics and not only because it's not even Star Wars. This one was written for the RvB Valentine's Exchange hosted by @rvbgiftexchange My exchange partner requested something with not only a less popular character but their OC too which is something I've never done before. I'm a stickler for getting everything "right" so having to ask questions and occasionally just go with my gut was hard. But it was a really nice challenge and I really enjoyed stepping out of my comfort zone to get this one done. Hope it's what you were looking for @nyx-the-dreamer

Fandom: Red vs. Blue

Rated: T

He sits quietly, dangling his legs off the side of roof. The sun is warm, he can feel it's heat even through the exposed bits of his bodyglove. He's on watch. What for he doesn't really know but it's loads better than being stuck in the basement listening to Sarge yell at Griff and Simmons. Or in the main room listening to Tucker walk Caboose through the rules for go fish again. Or in the control room listening to Donut spew worse entendres than Cronut ever had. Of the two, Donut is definitely the worst.

He still can't believe he's living under the same roof with these idiots. The time machine ordeal had been... messy. A few confusing months of distorted timelines, all spent in a dark prison cell somewhere on Chorus. Eventually things smoothed out and news that the Reds and Blues and saved the day once again trickled down to his personal hell. Then the bastards had showed up out of nowhere, Carson in tow demanding he be remanded to their care. He still doesn't know why. And frankly he still doesn't like any of them but Carson seems to get along with them and the food is a thousand times better so he followed along and puts up with his new "team".

"Hey."

Speaking of...

He turns to see the familiar form of his actual teammate crawling up onto the roof. Carson has always been a bit of an enigma too him. Kind, smart, and loyal to a fault. At first he had been just another teammate. Another means to the ultimate end of revenge against the freelancers and the UNSC. Now? Now he's a friend. The first he's had since... well, the first in a very long time.

"Hey." He answers. Carson sits next him, back propped against the wall and one knee cocked up while his other leg swings loose. He squints slightly, the afternoon sun shines directly against his face, casting shadows over his scarred eye. He's not sure what the scar is from. Carson doesn't talk much about his past, nor where he came from. He suspects it is the result of some childhood fight with an unfortunately armed opponent, or perhaps an animal attack. The eye itself works. Advanced cybernetics can be thanked for that but the scar is too old and too deep to be repaired. The skin would have to be dug out, replaced and grafted completely to get rid of the gouges and that simply takes too much time and money for the UNSC to afford. And at this point, the scar is a part of him. For better or for worse.

"Watcha doing?" He asks. Temple shrugs.

"Avoiding Sarge." He says. That much is the truth. He's not really keeping watch. Nothing to watch for anyway. Unless one wants to know where Tucker sneaks off too when he thinks no one is watching.

"Better stay out of the basement then. He's got Simmons and Caboose scrubbing the floor." Carson says. He snorts. Sometimes he wonders how these idiots have ever managed to survive much less actually save the whole of humanity.

"What're you up too?" He asks. He's trying. Griff and Tucker had, unfortunately made a good point months ago when they asked him what friends he actually had. At the time the answer had been none. Now, he's trying his best to be able to say he has at least one.

"Just got off Wash duty." Carson says, picking casually at his armor.

"How's he?" He asks. He doesn't really care. Agent Washington is still a freelancer. Still the enemy. He and Carolina both. But Washington is rather... different since they last met. Brain damage caused by cerebral hypoxia has made him almost childish in nature. Someone has to watch him at all times or else he'll get himself into rather avoidable situations. Temple is not allowed too watch him. Tucker and Carolina nearly shot him point blank when someone suggested it so he's been taken off the rotation. And while he's found he's no longer happy to see the freelancer's hurt, at the same time he doesn't particularly care. But everyone else does. And he's gotten good at pretending. Maybe someday he'll be able to trick himself into caring.

"He's managing to stay on one subject." Carson says. "Talks about cats. A lot. Like, fixates on cats. Which is good. That means he can string together thoughts but the fixation can be weird sometimes."

Carson is rambling now. He didn't really want to know all of this but it matters to him so he's trying to listen. Trying to care. It's not going so well. He doesn't really know what to say so he tries for something in between caring and not interested.

"Yeah?" Apparently it's the right thing to say. Carson nods enthusiastically and waves his arms around wildly.

"Yeah. Yesterday it was bullets. He's more confused when when its things like that. I think they remind him too much of the injury." He says. Temple shrugs. Bullets. Brain damage. Washington. He's alive. He should be grateful he and Carolina managed to escape his decidedly genius trap months ago. But no. That's not right. He was in the wrong. Or at least he knows he should think that. He's not sure what he thinks anymore. Thoughts about the freelancers give him a headache and he can't make himself manage more than a shrug.

"But enough about Wash. Let's talk about something else." Carson says. Temple bites back a chuckle.

"Am I that obvious?" He asks. Carson grins. It's a nice smile. Not something he gets to see everyday and he really does enjoy the times he does get to see it.

"You're allowed to not like people. You're just not allowed to try and kill them." He warns. It was meant to be funny. He knows that much but he can't bring himself to do more than smile at it. Carson frowns.

"You ok?" He asks. Temple shrugs.

"I just- I don't know. We live on a base with our enemies. These guys tried to kill us and now we're all baking cookies together and babysitting their pet freelancer like one big happy family. How are you not fucking terrified right now?" He hadn't really meant to say all of that. Carson didn't need to know or deal with his insecurities but now that its out he's curious what his teammate thinks about their situation. Carson snorts and shifts. His forest green armor catches the sunlight.

"Well, compared to the twice a year family get-togethers I've been dodging, living with these guys is pretty damn tame." He says. He shifts again and scratches at his forearm. He does that sometimes, seemingly without thought. Possibly he has an old injury that just aches sometimes. Or possibly tennis elbow from constantly pushing Donut away from the oven before he burns the entire base down.

"Besides. I'm here. So it's not all bad. Right?" He says. Temple shrugs. Yeah. He would still be in a jail cell if not for him, and at least with him around there is a familiar and kind face. At least he has a friend.

"Yeah. Not so bad I guess." He teases. Carson laughs.

"Oh is that all." He says. Temple turns to snap back but halts at the sight. Carson's face is red, an embarrassed flush standing out against his normally pale face. It not was He was expecting and suddenly he wonders if he's missed something. The smiles, undeserved loyalty, and never-ending kindness.

"Are you...? Are you making a pass at me?" He asks. The realization is sudden and jarring. How long has that been happening? Was this recent? Or had this always been the norm? Carson smiles. From below comes an annoyed snort. Temple looks down, unsurprised to see Tucker standing below them. He's leaning against the wall, either getting a breather from being inside with the others or deliberately eavesdropping. Likely both.

"Mind your buisness Tucker." He snaps. The cyan soldier looks up. His helmet is on but Temple can imagine the smirk.

"No way dude. I'm invested. He's only been doing it since for-freaking-ever ago." He snaps. Ok. Ok. So its been happening for a while than. A loose piece of debris flies across his field of vision, smacking against the Blue's head and bouncing to the ground.

"Shut up Tucker." Carson shouts. Tucker grumbles something, too quiet to hear but he turns and steps inside, the door shutting behind him. It's quiet again, the late afternoon sun shines brightly on its way down. Temple doesn't really know what to say at this point so he heaves a deep breath and peers at his companion.

"So...?" He asks. Technically Carson never replied. Never confirmed nor denied so technically he's the one that is supposed to speak next. Instead, his teammate stands, brushes himself off and shoots him a grin.

"Think about it. We'll get there." He says. He doesn't wait for a reply, turning and walking off to the doorway. It shuts behind him and Temple is left by himself.

He sits quietly, dangling his legs off the side of the roof. The sun is sinking low, it's warm touch fading, he can feel the cool air of evening even as his bodyglove's temperature regulation kicks in. He's on watch though he probably should have traded out long ago. What he's watching for he doesn't really know but it doesn't really matter either. It's loads better than being stuck in the main room listening to Tucker tease him about his years of blindness. Or in the basement listening to Griff and Simmons snigger at him. Or, worst of all, in the control room listening to Donut spew horrible entendres than he'll never be able to forget.

No. It's better out here. Out here he can think. He can watch. He can wait.

And out here, he can smile.

#redvsblue #rvb #rvb temple #rvb fic

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cookieek · 4 years ago

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Chapter 10: In which honours are fought for

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There wasn't any point in hiding, not like there was anywhere to hide with the road surrounded mostly by large fields of wheat, they had already been spotted judging by the pointing gestures some of the men were making towards Edda and Arthur.

It wasn't like they could act like they hadn't seen them either, as much as Edda wished she could do that, but both of them knew that the other was aware of the others presence. Making a run for it was probably not going to work unless they both suddenly gained the ability to run faster than a horse, which she sincerely doubted was possible at the moment. Leaving her with the option to wait and see what would happen when Simon finally caught up to them.

"Stay behind me Miss Edda," Arthur said as he walked in front of her, facing the nearing horses, with his hand hovering around the grip of his sword. "I don't think we can get trough this one by just being polite."

Edda scoffed a bit. As if that had ever been her plan, she had just resisted the urge to sock Simon the first time she had met him. Not out of politeness, but because a fight in a populated environment will bring attention, attention she didn't want. Lucky for her, the road was far from crowded.

Simon and his men grew closer, only about a hundred meters away.

Her hand gripped the pommel of her dagger. It had been a while since she’d had to use it for its intended purpose.

Simon was looking straight at them.

Edda tensed up.

And then Simon and his men galloped past her and Arthur, making clouds of dust hit them in the face. Arthur, being closer to the ground, got the worst of it, still coughing as Edda was able to turn to look over at Simon, but not without giving some smacks against Arthur’s back in an attempt to help. Did smacking someone’s back actually help with coughing? She wasn’t really sure.

Anyway, as Edda turned to look over at Simon, for a hot second assuming she had misjudged the situation, she saw him and his men turn on their horses and creating a barricade with them. With his head held arrogantly high and the large feather on his hat fluttering in the wind, Lord Simon stepped of his horse and started approaching them on foot.

“End of the line dwarf, I have gotten some intel that the princess will soon be in Endeslättaren and I have no intention of letting you get there.” He said, glaring condescendingly down at Arthur. He was ignoring Edda just like back in the inn, giving all his focus to Arthur.

Edda was torn between the confused panic over what he had said about his intel, and angry frustration over what the assholes deal was with Arthur. Seriously, why was he wasting time stopping the two of them, or well Arthur, when he could easily get to Endeslättaren way faster than them on horseback anyway.

“The princess!?” Arthur once again stepped in front of her to shoot a glare at Simon. “If she’s really there then you can’t stop me from finding her!”

“I disagree!” Simon said, as a few more of his men walked up to stand beside him. “It’s twelve men against one, deplorable, little dwarf, it would be a slaughter!” He laughed arrogantly, his men joining in as well.

Edda’s grip tightened around her dagger, the nerve of this guy!

Simon finished up his laughter, straighten his back and hovered his hand over his sword.

“Now turn back before things have to get violent.”

Edda had had enough, pulling out her dagger and pointing it at Simon.

“Check your math prick! It’s two against twelve!” She activated the spell, or well she tried to, the runes only shining a weak glow before puttering out. Ah crap, she had forgotten to oil the blade.

Simon, completely unaware about her magic malfunction, snorted.

“Oh great, the hag, almost forgot about you.” He tilted his head to the side. “Not like you being here will make much of a difference, what are you going to do? Turn us into frogs?”

“How dare you!” Arthur pulled out his sword and charged at Simon, prompting Simon to unsheathe his sword as well.

Edda heard the sounds of metal clashing as she panically rummaged trough her bags to find the bottles of oil she knew she had packed down somewhere. This was probably the worst time for her to have to reapply the oil ever! All she was finding was plants! This was not the time for plants!

She shot a quick glance towards Arthur to see him surrounded by Simon and his men. Crap! She had to do something.

Scrambling she picked up the biggest rock she could see on the ground and chucked it at the back of one of the mens heads.

“Get off him you- you- Skitstövlar!” She yelled, a bit short on good insults at the moment.

“Someone of you go deal with her!” Simon yelled, sounding just a bit out of breath.

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” Came Arthur’s voice from behind the men.

“Oh no dwarf! Your fight is with me! If you want to save your precious little crone you have to beat me first!”

After that Edda stopped really paying attention to the banter, but to the two men that was approaching her with their swords drawn.

She backed up a little, digging through her bag with one hand, holding up her dagger with the other.

“Back off shitbags, you don’t know what your dealing with.” She threatened.

“Oh, we know perfectly what we’re dealing with.” Said one of the men.

“Just a little peasant girl in way over her head.” The other one to the left of him added.

Just as Edda felt them getting way to close for her linking she felt her hand brush against a familiarly shaped bottle. Jackpot!

She pulled out the bottle, backing off just a bit more with her dagger wildly swinging to keep the men at a distance. She just needed a few seconds to get some oil on the blade.

The man on the right swung against her dagger hard in an attempt to disarm her, she managed to keep a grip on the dagger still, but in doing so she had to move her arm on accordance to the direction the dagger hand been forced to. Leaving the dagger pointing to the road and the rest of her body unprotected from the men’s blades.

“Drop the dagger.” The man raised the tip of his blade to point at her neck, the man on the left slowly moving in to copy him.

Just needed a few seconds.

In a split second decision Edda took a diagonal right step back, lifting her dagger as fast as she could to push both blades to the left, which worked surprisingly well in defending herself from them, and led the men, clearly having stood a bit to close, stumble into each other a bit. Seeing an opening she rushed to the right of the men, taking care not to show them her back, gaining some distance from them once again.

Pointing her dagger towards them again, she pulled out the cork of the oil bottle with her mouth (not exactly having any free hands at the moment), waisting no time to pour the oil all over her dagger.

The men seemed a bit puzzled by what she was doing, but that didn’t stop them from trying to pursue her again.

“Hey! Come back here!”

Edda scrambled back, hands full of oil bottle and dagger, and mouth full of cork, making it so her retorts only came out as aggressive grunts, and activated the spell again. Her daggers blade immediately igniting.

“Wha-“

Edda threw a barrage of flames in their direction, in an attempt to force them back, which worked. One of them let out a slight yelp and dropping his sword, possibly having gotten to close to the flames and burnt his hand.

She tried to rumble out a threat, only to remember the cork, and resorted to letting out aggressive wails and noises while waving pointedly with her dagger.

Evidently she didn’t mange to get her message across as the man still capable of holding his sword charged at her, which admittedly was a bit terrifying. She of course simply pointed her dagger towards him and shot out a second blast of flames, which the man ran straight into.

There was a flurry of curses as he stumbled back, dropping his sword as well as he tried to set out the small flames that had caught on his exposed fancy clothes, especially trying to save his hat which had a puffy feather, not to dissimilar to the one Simon had been wearing.

Speaking of, she hurried her steps towards the group of men that was surrounding Arthur and Simon. She began trying to yell something, but quickly realised her mistake, prompting her to spit out the cork at the back of one of the men’s head in frustration.

Oh wait, she needed that to reseal the bottle.

The man who was hit by the cork let out a surprised yell and turned around, along with everyone around him.

Edda could now see more clearly what was happening inside the circle.

Arthur and Simon was circling each other weapons raised, both looking a bit worse for wear. Simon had received multiple cuts that seemed to have gone through the steel of his shiny, but now pretty dented, armour, with even one piece around his left arm hanging by the straps.

Edda had been pretty happy about Simons disheveled appearance, it served him right she thought, Arthur on the other hand...

His teeth was gritted as he moved over the ground, but she could clearly see that this probably wasn’t only him trying to look intimidating, as there was a deep red gash in his arm.

Arthur was bleeding.

Maybe it was because it was the first time she had been in a fight alongside someone, thus never before having to considered another persons health during the fight, but the sight of blood made her immediately reconsider everything.

What was the point of it anyway? She obviously didn’t want to be in Endeslättaren while the word apparently was going around about the princess being there, they could easily just turn and walk towards Bergeleva instead and hope the princess search in Endeslättaren had died down during that time.

And yes, maybe she really wanted to grab Simon by his ponytail and slam his stupid face against the ground, but was that worth someone she cared about getting hurt?

She looked at Simons face, even though he was roughed up the arrogant smile had still not left it, it was pretty clear it had been him who had left the cut on Arthur’s arm.

She felt anger rumble trough her veins, maybe someone she cared about getting hurt wasn’t inherently worth ruining some assholes day, but what was done was done, and she’d be damned if she let the injury be for naught.

“What the hell did you do?” One of the men asked, his eyes looking behind her.

Edda lifted her dagger.

“Out of my fucking way or I’ll turn you into a human torch as well,” she aggressively swung her dagger around, setting off small blast of fire as she did, forcing the men to stumble back giving her a clear view of Simon and his stupid, very flammable, hat.

She swung the arm holding the bottle of oil back. She had more bottles anyway, so what really was loosing one? And threw it straight at Simon.

It nailed him straight in the head, not quite breaking as she had hoped but completely drenching his head in oil anyway. Simon stumbled back in surprise.

“What the?” He looked up at her. “You!? Wasn’t you supposed to be taken hostage!?”

Arthur turned to look at her, his eyes big in shock.

“Miss Edda?!”

Edda, however, was too lost in her anger to give a proper response to either of them, just aiming her dagger at Simon and firing a concentrated burst of flames towards his face.

He let out a loud yell and ducked, saving his face, but not the large feather on top of his hat that immediately caught of fire, fire that quickly spread to the rest of his hat. It was quickly torn off as he desperately tried to stop the flames from reaching the rest of his head.

The only thing other sound that rang through the air as Simon aggressively started stomping on the burning hat on the ground was Arthur’s laugher.

Edda looked over at him, as he grinned a large boyish smile, for a second she felt that strange warmth in her chest again.

“What are you standing around for!” Simon roared. “Get that wench!”

Arthur’s head snapped up and he started to rush towards her.

“Miss Edda look out!”

Oh right, she was still in the middle of a bunch of people that wished her harm.

She ducked just as a large hammer came swinging for her head, she looked up at the person and lifted her dagger to blast his face with flames in retaliation, but then her now free hand was grasped by a smaller one that pulled her back and out of the circle of the angry men.

“Are you alright M’lady?” Arthur said, letting go of her hand and then jumping back in front of her to block an oncoming attack. “I hope I didn’t startle you, I needed to get you to safety.”

Edda looked behind them, seeing that one of the men that had attacked her earlier, finally having been able to put all the flames out, coming rushing at her with his sword raised.

“I don’t think this is a especially safe place at all right now.” She said as she sent another blast of fire towards the man. “We need to retreat.”

“What!?” Arthur exclaimed as he parried another sword that came their way. “We can’t just leave they’re blocking the way to Endeslattaren!”

“We can go there another time.” Edda said, and without a single more second of hesitation she picked up Arthur and made a break for it, back towards where they had previously came.

“Get after them!” Simon barked.

They where really not planning to let them go huh? Edda deactivated the spell on her dagger and sheathed it, freeing her hand to dig in her bag for maybe another bottle of oil she could spare to waste.

“But the princess!” Arthur exclaimed as he grabbed a proper hold of her shoulders, probably to secure himself a bit better since she was only able to use one of her arms to hold him.

“What about her?” She said a bit breathlessly as she rummaged trough her bag, once again not finding what she was looking for, and also she was in full sprint.

“He said she was going to be there!” Arthur sheathed his sword, but continued to argue with her. “I can’t let him get to her first!”

“What does it matter if he gets to her!” She was not finding another bottle, she really needed to organise her bag a bit better.

“What do you mean ‘what does it matter’ I can’t let such a knobhead get his hands on that poor maiden.” He had lowered his voice a bit, but his voice still spoke with a sense of urgency.

She could only find herbs in her bag again, what could she even use them for right now!

“It doesn’t matter because the princess won’t be there anyway!” She was barely listening to what she was saying. She pulled out some of the herbs out of her bag in frustration, then her eyes landed on the Northern bedstraw, oh right, she had almost forgot she had picked that up, nice.

“What?”

Edda didn’t pay Arthur any mind as she shot a glance over her shoulder and hurled the herbs towards the ground in front of the men that was chasing them.

It took only about a minute before she heard a crash of metal followed by some loud shouting behind her, and as she continued running she soon found that she no longer could hear anyone following them.

She stopped a bit to catch her breath.

“Did we lose them?”

“You sure did Miss Edda.” Arthur answered a bit quietly.

“Great.” Edda huffed.

She dropped Arthur down on his feet while she was in the process off doubling over with exhaustion.

“Let’s hope we really don’t see those guys again in a while huh?” She said in between breaths, shooting a small smile towards Arthur as she looked up at him.

Then she noticed the large cut in his arm again.

She stood up, and held out her hand towards him.

“I think there should be a river close by, I can probably do something about your arm there.”

Arthur’s hand went up to touch the cut, making him flinch and swear a bit.

“Ah, you should probably not touch it.” She said reaching out her hand to move his away from the cut. “Don’t wanna get anything bad inside it.”

He looked up at her, his eyebrows knitted together in thought.

“Miss Edda? What did you mean with that the princess wasn’t going to be in Endeslattaren?”

Huh?

“What?” She had said that?

Oh yeah, she had.

Shit.

“Uhh, well,” she started, trying to desperately find a justification for what she had said. “Well they only said that the princess would be there soon, and that just sounds kinda vague, like how would they even know that, whoever told them that must have clearly lied.”

Arthur hummed, thinking over what she was saying, before finally slumping over.

“I guess your right.” He let out a small laugh “I guess the idea of him getting to the princess got to me huh?” He looked up at her, a small apologetic smile on his face.

Just as she felt a sigh of relief exit her, her face once again started to heat up at the sight of his smile.

“It happens to the best of us.” She managed to get out, moving her heated face away to hide it from him. She held out her hand towards him again. “Let’s get to the river so I can deal with your wound.”

She felt his warm hand take a hold of hers.

“It would be a honour, M’lady.” He said, then after a short pause he added. “Will you let me kiss your hand?”

“Sure go for it.” She sputtered out before she was able to properly think about what she was saying.

She spent the walk to the river probably looking like all the blood in her body had migrated to her face.

As they sat down by the river Edda started to notice a few more bruises on Arthur’s body, she pulled slightly at the collar of his shirt to lightly trace a dark blue mark following his collarbone with her finger. Simon really did a number on him.

She tried her best to bite back on her anger, both towards Simon and... Herself. After all no matter how you looked at it she was to blame for this happening, both as Edda and as Harriet.

“I’m sorry.” She faintly mumbled.

“What was that Miss Edda?” Arthur asked, sounding strangely out of breath.

Edda took a deep breath, she had to be in the present, then she could at least try to make up for what she had inadvertently done.

“You need to take off your shirt so I can properly see all the damage.” She said, starting to pull out what she would need out of her bag, bloodroot, frog leaves, John’s wort, her wooden travel mug and some rags. Yeah that, along with her knife and the water of the river would probably be just enough for her to deal with this.

She looked up to see Arthur throw his shirt to the ground, his bottle charm following down with it, seemingly having come off as well in the heat of the moment. He held his arms out and shot her the most ridiculous looking grin.

“Ask and ye shall receive M’lady.” He dragged his hand trough his hair, taking a moment to tense up his upper body muscles.

“Arthur,” she said, a bit unsure over what he was doing. “I have seen you shirtless before???” Why was he suddenly making a big deal out of it now? And what an odd way to make a big deal out of it anyway, it was almost like he was flirting or something.

“Oh, right.” Arthur deflated just a bit as he sat down in front of her again.

Edda raised her eyebrows at him, but didn’t say anything more, as she filled her mug with water from the river.

It was a pretty deep looking river, but with water clear enough that you could see the sharp rocks waiting on the river floor, if case one would be foolish enough to haphazardly jump in. A few Water Lilly’s and their leaves gupped peacefully to the edge of the water.

It had been a while since Edda had been this close to a body of water in the forest, it had been a long while since she had gotten to travel along with someone else after all. It was pretty nice now though, the sounds of the water being oddly relaxing.

Anyway, Edda lifted up her filled mug, mumbling a short water cleansing spell as she held it in both of her hands.

Her biggest concern was still the large cut on Arthur’s arm, it was way to big for any of her frog leaves alone, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to deal with it. Taking up one of the bloodroots she started cutting pieces of the root into the water in the mug. About seven pieces usually was enough, but she dropped in one more since she wasn’t sure if any dirt had gotten into the cut. As she worked she hummed a small spell under her breath, watching as the water took on a glittering shade of red. Finishing it off she carefully plucked about three John’s wort leaves from their stems, which she ripped with her hands and dropped into the mug as well.

“Ok, I need you to drink about half of this,” she said holding out the mug to Arthur, who immediately accepted and then gulped it down.

For a moment Arthur’s body shone a bright light, making Edda flinch a bit. Why did the light always have to be so damn bright?

As the light ceased she reached and took the mug from a somewhat dazed looking Arthur, taking up the rags she had prepared and dipped them in the potion that was left.

“Edda did you?” Arthur said, followed by a small sound of disappointment.

“Break the curse?” She looked up at him, somewhat apologetically. “This potion is specifically for healing wounds, not breaking curses. Sorry.”

Arthur looked at his hands.

“Yeah I see that...” he looked down at the cut on his arm, which now was slightly glowing. “The wound isn’t healed yet though?”

She smiled a bit at his confusion.

“There’s a few more steps to this, be patient,” she held up one of the rags soaked in the potion. “Ingesting the potion works to dull any aces and pains the wounds would bring you, as well as cleaning out anything bad that possibly could have gotten inside of you trough the wound, or trough anything else to be honest.”

She reached forward and took a hold of his arm, lifting it up to her so she could get a closer look at the wound.

“It looks like it’s working nicely, next step is for me to clean the outside of the wound, giving it a chance to start mending.” She carefully swabbed at the wound. “Also, ingesting the potion should help start the healing of the bruises as well, though it might not be something you can quite see just yet.”

Arthur just answered with a small humming sound.

After swabbing at the cut a bit it had started to pull together again, making the cut thinner and slightly smaller. It looked like it was just about time for the final step, at least for the cut. She took out a decently sized frogleaf, which she dipped in the potion just a bit, and then began slowly dragging it across the wound, humming the spell under her breath.

As she pulled the frogleaf along, the wound began to disappear, bit by bit. Finally being completely gone as she finished dragging the leaf, which she pulled away with a flourish.

“Tada, no more cut!” She said gesturing a bit theatrically at his arm. “Now to the bruises.” She pulled out another rag that she dipped in the potion, and then started to carefully swab at the bruise at Arthur’s collarbone.

After a few swabs, she put the rag down, leaned back a bit, picked up the mug with the potion and took a small swig up it, making sure to let it slosh around a bit in her mouth before properly swallowing it.

“Miss Edda, why are you drinking it?” Arthur asked.

“Well, because,” Edda said, as she leaned back in to the bruise. “Otherwise, this would not work.”

Leaning her face in, close to the bruise she started to lightly blow on it, watching as the dark blue colour started to blow away, as if it had just been dirt on his skin.

Arthur let out a loud gasp, making Edda jump back a bit.

“Oh! Did I hurt you? You shouldn’t be able to hur-“ she started.

“Ah, no, don’t worry M’lady.” Arthur said, laughing slightly while holding his hands up. “Please, continue with what you where doing.”

“Oh, ok, if you say so?” Edda, a bit confused, leaned back in to blow the last bit of the bruise on his collarbone away, and then reached for the rag again to deal with the other bruises.

And so she worked for a while, swabbing at the bruises with the potion soaked rag and then blowing them away with her breath, finally reaching the last bruise, that was on his right cheek.

She had to admit that she’d been avoiding that specific bruise, as the idea of getting so close to his face made her stomach feel, strange. But she had to heal it as well, so she took a deep breath and started to swab at his cheek, trying her damnedest not to look into his big eyes as she did it.

She ended up swabbing his cheek a bit longer than what was maybe needed, but she eventually relented, put down the rag and started lean in towards his face.

It was going great, until she made the mistake of looking him in the eyes, which lead to her looking down in slight panic, which lead to her staring at his lips instead. The same lips that had kissed her hand more than once now, which where so soft and warm and looked so nice and inviting and-

Realising that she was leaning in towards the wrong spot on his face, she immediately shook herself back to reality, tore her eyes away from his mouth and moved her head to focus on the bruise.

Just, focus on the bruise. Nothing else.

She was somewhat shameful to admit that she had moved in way closer to his face than was maybe needed, as she carefully started blowing in the bruise. Her eyes following the dark blue particles that few away from his cheek.

Her face was probably warmer than the inside of an oven when she finally leaned back from him, but at least she was done, she had healed him.

“So,” she said, doing her best to act casual about the whole thing. “How’re you feeling now? Better, I hope.”

It took Arthur a second to answer her, as he just looked at her with a dopey looking smile on his face, long enough for Edda to fear that she might have gone a bit overboard with the painkilling aspect of the potion. But then he snapped out of it and grinned at her.

“Oh, much better. You, my fair lady, have done a stupendous job at healing this warriors wounds.” He gestured towards her with one of his hands dramatically as he held the other one in a clenched fist against his chest.

Edda snorted a bit at how theatrical he was acting, while actively trying to ignore how her heart where starting to beat faster at the sight of his stupid looking grin.

“Well, glad to hear that, my mighty warrior.” She said, snickering a bit as she started to clean up the mess she had made during the healing process, looking away from his warm eyes.

There was still some potion left in the mug, which would probably be a waste to throw away, so she poured the remains into one of the empty small bottles she had packed down before for the charms.

It only took her a short while to finish packing up the rest off her stuff. She turned towards Arthur, who was in the middle of putting on his shirt again, along with with his belt and the sword.

“So, let’s see if we can make our way to Bergeleva huh?” They had lost a little bit of time, but if her memory served correctly, there should be a road close by that could get them on the right track, and lead to an inn they could sleep in on the way.

Arthur’s face seemed to fall somewhat.

“Yeah, Bergeleva...” his eyebrows scrunched together as he stared towards his side for a bit.

“Arthur?” Edda asked, concerned.

“Miss Edda,” Arthur said slowly as he looked up at her. “What if the princess really will be at Endeslattaren?”

Edda felt her heart sink a bit at the worried look on Arthur’s face, he really hadn’t been able to let that go huh? He really was that worried about Simon getting to the princess. It wasn’t like she really could blame him to much, she would feel sorry for any woman who had the misfortune of being in that man’s crosshairs.

Part of her wanted to tell him, then and there, that he didn’t have to worry because the princess was right here with him, and not anywhere close to Simon. But she couldn’t, she had forged her identity as Edda for to long to trow it away on a dime like that. Plus, sweet as Arthur was, she still feared what he would do if he found out. How would his opinion of her change? How would his treatment of her change? Would he as well join the voices telling her to return at her ‘rightful’ place in the castle? The sheer idea of anything close to that happening made something inside her ache, badly.

She tried to ignore her paranoid thoughts, she just had to figure out a way to tell him for sure that the princess wasn’t going to be in Endeslättaren, without revealing anything she didn’t want to reveal.

“Well, uh,” she stammered, as she looked around for anything that could give her an idea for what to say. Then her eyes caught the sight of a small hat moving around in the grass a bit away from them, and then a very tiny hand that waved at her, urging her to come closer.

A forest-gnome!

Without a word she took a hold of Arthur’s hand and started walking towards the gnome, who, seemingly noticing her moving closer started to move as well, running a bit further away into the grass, pausing, and then waving towards her to follow.

“Miss Edda?” Arthur asked.

“Hold on I think I got something.” She said as she continued following the gnome.

Usually she would be more cautious when it came to following magical creatures anywhere, but this wasn’t just any magical creature. Gnomes was known for only showing themselves to humans if they really wanted to, so the sheer fact that she had been able to see the gnome in the first place had to mean something important. Plus, gnomes were creatures who were known for being quite helpful to those who stumbled across them. And she really needed help right now.

Arthur didn’t seem to notice the gnome, or at least he didn’t make a note of them as she dragged him along with her.

Finally she reached a large old tree, under which roots the gnome disappeared under. Edda walked closer to it, observing the large hole in the middle of it’s trunk, inside of which a small hat popped up again.

“Hey! Want some help dealing with that knuckle head!?” The gnome shouted at her, and after a small pause they added. “Don’t worry he can’t hear me!”

“Miss Edda? What’s going on?” Arthur asked, looking up at her with confused and concerned eyes.

Time to think fast Edda.

“Uh, well, this is a tree that, with the right offering, will answer any yes or no questions you got, one hundred percent correctly!” She was really just making things up as she went, but she did know that you should give a gnome something in return for their help, and calling that an offering wasn’t too out there.

“Really?” Arthur said his eyes widening as he threw a short glance at the tree. “Then I can ask it about the princess, right?”

Edda looked at the tree to see if the gnome was alright with going along with the lie, they responded with a thumbs up and with a loud yell.

“One knock means yes, and two knocks means no!”

“Yeah, it can do that.” Edda said as she turned back to Arthur. “One knock, yes, two knocks, no.”

“Great!” Arthur exclaimed, then he paused a bit in thought, making Edda sweat a bit in fear that he might have seen trough her bluff. “Do you have ‘the right offering’ on you then?”

Edda did her best to hide the sigh of relief that exited her as she started to root through her bag.

“Yeah, I should have something like that in here.” Maybe she had some dried vegetables she could give to the gnome, if not, maybe some herbs?

“The red potion!” The gnome shouted. “Give me the red potion!”

Oh, Edda rummaged a bit more trough her bag and pulled out the small bottle with the remaining potion.

“This will work just fine,” she said to Arthur, as she moved closer to the tree and handed the potion to the gnome, who eagerly grabbed it and scurried away into the darkness.

A few seconds later a loud humming started emanating from the tree.

“Ask away!” The voice of the gnome echoed out of the hole.

Edda nudged Arthur’s shoulder a bit.

“You can ask the question now.”

Arthur nodded and looked determinately at the tree.

“Will the princess soon be at Endeslattaren like Simon said?”

Two knocks echoed trough the tree and out of the hole. Arthur visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief, Edda copied him almost exactly.

“Well, if that’s the case then how about we get going to, Bergeleva was it?” Arthur said, turning to Edda, who just nodded, happy to have one less thing to worry about.

“Just give me a second,” Edda said, leaning a bit against the tree. “I need to, do some small things with this tree so that it, deactivates?”

Arthur looked at her with a slightly confused look, but then he just shrugged and moved away from the tree.

“Do what you need to do, M’lady.”

Edda found herself smiling as she turned to talk to the gnome that had returned to the hole, apparently they had seen her while she was healing Arthur, they had a badly hurt sibling and had been out of any needed herbs for healing said sibling, which is why they had gotten the idea to ask Edda for help. She offered to give them some extra herbs for any future use, but they refused, only letting her give them three small frogleaves.

Edda finished up the conversation with the gnome with a thank you and good bye as she turned towards Arthur, as he had decided to stand a bit away from the tree as she talked to the gnome.

But Arthur was nowhere to be found.

“Arthur?!” Edda’s heart was once again filled with panic, which wasn’t at all helped as she started hearing the faint, but distinct, sound of a violin.

Coming directly from the direction of the river.

There was no hesitation as she turned towards the lovely melody, and ran as fast as she could, because she knew, Arthur’s life could very well depend on it.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #wayward #Edda #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #snow white and the red shoes #my post

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loregoddess · 4 years ago

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you know, having now read Dracula, I am so upset that pop culture’s takeaway was the “sexy vampire” trope and not like, tropes for a vampire hunting squad formula. Like we literally get the ideal vampire hunting party in Dracula, and yet I have never seen any archetypal “vampire hunting group” in pop media.

So, anyhow, here’s how I’d codify the tropes/archetypes for the vampire hunting party, as based on Bram Stoker’s Dracula (under the cut bc I don’t know how to be brief):

Legal Knowledge Person (Jonathan Harker): Knows their shit about any and all laws for their locality, they help the group do vampire hunting (probably very questionable as to the legality) using legal loopholes so that the squad doesn’t get like, arrested for seemingly murdering corpses and destroying property. Also has good connections so they can find out information about other official business stuff, like what spooky houses were recently purchased. Strong of heart and brave, albeit a bit emotional. Not weak mentally, but not exactly mentally strong either.

Common Fucking Sense (Mina Harker): May not be wildly knowledgeable about any particular field (unless it’s a super niche thing that ends up helping out later in the narrative, like train schedules), but has the best common sense of the entire squad, and is the most clever and intelligent when it comes to arranging information and connecting events. Probably has the greatest compassion, and also possesses the greatest mental strength, capable of holding their own in a prolonged psychic battle with a vampire. Pretty damn stable emotionally as well, only getting overwhelmed by things that would overwhelm any average person. Gets left in the dark for stupid reasons (is a woman, is physically weak, whatever) and this causes issues for the entire squad bc why would you keep the only person capable of common sense in the dark you idiots, but as soon as they’re included in group stuff, their contributions will allow the squad to make like, actual progress.

Medical Knowledge Person (John Seward): Knows a lot about science, probably medicine, biology, or psychology, and is very grounded in the “real” world. Very observant and keeps notes of things in a scientific manner, but is very unwilling to believe in the supernatural until a vampire all but slaps them in the face. General medical knowledge is probably good later on for identifying and disposing of vampires (depending on rules for the vampires), but their greatest contribution is usually just taking really, really detailed notes on stuff. Will not recognize vampire activity stuff until much later when they are in the know. Probably knows the Folklore Knowledge Person from a shared medical past. Not to rag on Seward, but has the emotional range of a wet rag, and reacts to everything with a sort of scientific coldness. (If the vampire hunting squad had ever taken off as a set of tropes, this member of the group might have had some more interesting adaptations).

Folklore Knowledge Person (Abraham van Helsing): Knows all the folklore about vampires, knows how to identify the signs of vampire activity, how to ward against and fight off vampires, basically knows ALL the vampire lore. Probably has a background in medicine as well, since knowing how to tell the difference between a living person, an actually dead corpse, and an undead vampire is probably useful. Might have a background in all sorts of academia bc they possess knowledge of many things (they’re probably old as well). Very healthy emotionally and strong mentally, being able to steel themselves against the various horrors of vampires and the undead, while also remaining a decent person. Despite being very knowledgeable about a lot of shit, they may make incredibly stupid decisions (like failing to communicate that there is a threat from the supernatural bc no one present currently believes in the supernatural, or deciding to keep the Common Sense Person in the dark). These decisions result in something bad happening to the squad, but they’re probably able to rectify their mistake with their vast knowledge and desire to undo the harm of their decision.

Rich Person (Arthur “Lord Goldaming”): Is rich, and also holds a high rank in society. They make it easy for the squad to get or do things that not-rich people would be questioned about, or simply not have access to. Very emotional, and kinda weak mentally, but ultimately their heart is in the right place. Believes in the supernatural surprisingly easily. Mostly just there to provide resources and easy access to anything and everything, bc they are rich. Also probably has some useful connections due to their status.

The Gunslinger (Quincy Morris): Knows their way around weapons, especially firearms, and has a lot of knowledge of fighting. Brave, strong of heart and mind, and generally a very good person with the resolve to get done what needs to get done. Willing to risk life for the squad. Doesn’t question a whole lot, probably more “action over thought”. I’m sorry, Quincy Morris wasn’t that present in the story, that’s all I have to go on, he was just a nice guy who also acted as sorta the muscle (future adaptations could have expanded this role so much more as well).

obviously these roles would have changed, been re-imagined, re-adapted, expanded, and/or condensed, as what happens with tropes and archetypes, but this is how I’d try to boil down the essentials for a vampire hunting squad a la Dracula.

#found this in my drafts and guess who still hasn't shut up about Dracula?#oracle of lore

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kinkykinard · 5 years ago

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Doctoring December - Day 29

For @starshiphufflebadger.

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles. Pairing: Kent Drake x Reader. Prompt: Hypothermia. Word Count: 1847. Rating: 13+. Warning(s): mentions of restraint, drugging.

You know it’s getting late when the automatic timer on the building’s lights flips the majority of the non-essential ones off. Glancing at the clock above the counter in the lab, you’re surprised at just how late. You run a tired hand over your eyes but keep going; you’re nearly finished preparing some samples for further testing in the morning and you would rather finish these initial steps before you leave so you can easily pick up where you left off the next day.

A noise from down the hall catches your attention a moment later. You frown as you realize it sounded like the cold storage room door closing. You’re sure you’ve been alone for at least an hour or two, but now you can’t be certain. Glancing at the timer on your samples, you figure you have enough time to run on over to the freezer and see what’s to see and so you push away from the counter, hopping off of your stool and turning in that general direction.

You pass by the autopsy suite and the medical examiners’ offices on your way, noticing Dr. Drake’s coat hung up on his chair and his briefcase still open on the desk. Shrugging, you realize it’s probably just him putting something into cold storage, but you continue on to double check nevertheless.

When you reach the freezer, you find it closed, but you swear you’d only heard the door once. Frowning, you reach for the heavy handle and disengage the external lock, stepping inside. You glance around the relatively small space, finding nothing amiss, and are about to turn your back when you hear a noise behind you. Before you can look for its source, a strong arm grabs you around the middle, pinning your own arms, and a hand clamps down over your face. There’s a cloth of some kind over your mouth and nose, and your heart immediately starts to pound at the implication.

You hold your breath on instinct. You flail wildly with your legs, attempting to kick your attacker, but find little purchase. You try to twist out of their grasp but to no avail. Within moments, your increased efforts force you to breathe, and a vaguely sweet, acrid, chemical scent enters your nose from the damp rag over your face. You’ve smelled something similar before, you’ve used ether in the lab for some of your experiments, and you’re terrified by the prospects of what you could be breathing in.

You fight as hard as you can, even as you can slowly feel yourself growing more lethargic. You start losing feeling in your fingertips first, and the numbness starts to spread throughout your body shortly after. Time feels like it’s passing slowly and all too quickly at the same time, and eventually your attacker wins the fight as you slump to the floor, deeply unconscious, your chest barely rising and falling from the aftereffects of the anaesthetic agent on the cloth.

You’re not sure how much time has gone by when you start to come around again. The first thing you become aware of is a pair of strong hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently. A voice starts to filter in through the haze of disorientation, a lilting Scottish accent catching your attention. You groan softly, coughing as you take a sudden deep breath on reflex, your body only just starting to recover from the anaesthesia.

“Y/N, it’s alright,” Dr. Drake says soothingly. “Just focus on breathing; nice, deep breaths. You need to clear the drug from your system.”

You shiver as you suddenly realize how cold you are. You open your eyes and are immediately assaulted by a flashback: the noise, the freezer, the attack. Your body jerks, anxiety growing as you sit upright too quickly, your head spinning and throwing you off balance. Thankfully, Kent catches you easily, wrapping an arm behind your shoulders and helping support you as you falter.

“What happened?” You ask groggily, making a face at the chemical taste in your mouth.

“Someone broke into the lab,” Kent explains. “He must have drugged you and left you in here. I heard a commotion and came to see what was happening. I found the freezer door ajar so I walked in, found you unconscious. The door closed behind me when I knelt to check on you.”

“How’d he drug me?” You ask, clinging to Kent’s arm as dizziness continues to unsettle you and thoughts of all of the potentially harmful effects of gas anaesthetics come to mind.

“My best guess, given the lack of skin irritation and oversedation, is probably halothane,” Kent answers.

“So we’re dealing with someone in the medical field, or who has access to pharmaceuticals,” you consider, your mind starting to work through the situation.

“It doesn’t matter who we’re dealing with right now,” he says plainly, glancing around at your surroundings. “Right now we have to figure out how we’re going to get out of here before we freeze to death.”

You curse quietly as you realize he’s right.

“I take it you’ve tried the door, then?” You ask.

Kent nods, pulling away from you a little as you finally start to feel more steady.

“Locked from the outside, and the safety mechanism’s been disabled. We’re stuck fast.”

You drop your head into your hands, shutting your eyes tightly against the headache that’s quickly starting. The overhead lights aren’t helping, but you’re thankful for them. They run on a motion sensor so at least you’re able to see what’s happening. Without the lights you’d be in even more of a panic.

“What do we do?” You ask, your voice reedy.

Kent scoots closer to you, reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder.

“We huddle up and wait for rescue,” he replies. “Unless you happen to have your cell phone on you.”

You shake your head.

“Thought not,” Kent says. “No matter. It’s around half past two now, the first shift gets in at six. Our body heat in here will likely increase the ambient temperature enough to set off the cold chain break alarm, so someone will come and take a look at what’s happened.”

You nod, shifting around so that you’re leaning back against one of the shelves in the storage room. You’re starting to feel colder by the minute, and even though it’s not below freezing in the storage room, you know you’re at a significant risk of hypothermia with nothing but your lab coat for warmth.

Kent moves to crouch in front of you.

“Let’s have a quick look at you before we huddle up,” he murmurs. “Halothane is nasty stuff.”

“I’m fine,” you say quickly, not wanting him to fuss over you.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” He asks, holding a hand out to you.

You sigh and reluctantly agree, nodding your consent. He smiles warmly and reaches out to touch your forehead.

“No apparent malignant hyperthermia,” he murmurs, more to himself than anything. “Though that might almost have been a blessing in here.”

You smile weakly at the joke and tip your head back, resting it against a container on the shelf above you. Kent reaches out to gently cup your face, pulling down your lower eyelids.

“Sclerae are anicteric,” he continues, moving on to take your wrist.

You smile inwardly as you watch him work, amused by the way he’s dictating things to himself. You figure he must be so used to working with dead bodies that he runs his assessments on autopilot, dictating rather than simply committing details to memory.

His voice snaps you out of your reverie, and you relish the warmth of his fingertips around your wrist, warding off the chill at the point of contact.

“Your pulse is irregular,” he explains, frowning in concern. “Not unexpected and most likely transient, but we’ll get you to hospital once we’re out of here for peace of mind just the same.”

Though his words are concerning, his overall calm reassures you a little. You know you’re in good hands and you nod. He lets go of your wrist at last, climbing to his feet and looking down at you. He gestures for you to sit up and move away from the wall a bit, and you silently comply. Once you’ve moved forward enough, he moves to sit behind you, his legs out to either side of yours and his body acting as a buffer between you and him.

“Move closer and sit back,” he instructs. “We’ve got a better chance of staying warm if we stay close together.”

You feel your heart skip a little at the thought of getting so close to him. Sure, you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you’ve known him, but the two of you have never been more than politely friendly. You don’t know much about one another outside of work and you feel a little bit awkward at the thought of getting so close to him.

Kent senses your hesitation and he rests a hand on your shoulder, wordlessly encouraging you to move back. You eventually do, being careful not to put your hands anywhere awkward, and Kent wraps his arms around your waist. You breathe an immediate sigh of relief as the heat from his chest warms your back, warding off some of the ambient chill.

“There, isn’t that better?” He asks.

“Much,” you reply, resting your hands in your lap. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Kent chuckles in your ear and the sound sends a thrill through you.

“Nonsense, Y/N,” he says, bemused. “I think we’ve gone past formality at this point, don’t you? Please, just call me Kent.”

You nod, leaning into him the rest of the way, the back of your head coming to sit on his collarbone.

The two of you sit together for a long while with Kent occasionally re-checking your pulse and asking about your breathing, keeping a watchful eye on you as you wait for rescue. When one position begins to get uncomfortable, the two of you shift to find some new way to keep warm. You end up sitting in his lap after a while, your chest pressed to his, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lab coat is draped around your shoulders, keeping you warm as you lean in as close as you can get, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

Your shivering starts to subside after a little while, though you know it’s not a positive sign. With hypothermia setting in, you begin to doze off. Kent holds on for longer, gently murmuring reassurances and rubbing your back in an attempt to keep just a little bit more heat in your cooling body. Your pulse grows weaker beneath his fingertips every time he checks it, the beat becoming somewhat erratic as you fall into a deep sleep.

The last thing you hear as you doze off is a distant clanking sound, like metal on metal, and Kent’s relieved voice.

“Oh thank God.”

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Mixology - False Starts

Mixology - A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2476

Series Warnings: Angst, Character death, Breaking up and making up, past trauma, pregnancy, talk of abortion, smut (vaginal sex, fingering, other things)

Synopsis: Steve Rogers comes into your bar and after a night of flirting you take him home. When he leaves the next day you never expect to see him again.

A/N: This fic was written pre-Infinity War. So while it follows canon for a while, it then veers off wildly at the end.

False Starts

You wake in an unfamiliar room. Sun seeps through the edges of the curtains and you blink your eyes. You’re alone. This never happens. Normally when you ‘sleep’ with a guy there is never any actual sleep involved. If you go back to their place you never stay over. You’ll let them sleep at yours if they want, but you always wake up in your own bed.

You didn’t even have sex last night though. It wasn’t even technically last night. The sun was already coming up with you hopped in bed with Steve Rogers. God knows what time it is now.

You sit up unsure what to do. This isn’t his house. This is the Avengers Tower. You can’t just go walking through the building in his t-shirt hoping he can point you to a shower.

A voice fills the room. It’s English and male and scares the shit out of you.

“Good morning. Captain Rogers requested that I inform you that he has gone to work. I have paged him to return to his room. He should be here momentarily.” It says.

“Where the fuck are you? Have you been spying on me?” You yelp, pulling up the covers to your chin.

“Do not be alarmed. I am JARVIS. I am simply the building AI. Captain Rogers wished that I inform you that the bathroom is through here.” A light turns on in a room attached to this one and the door falls open. “He has left a toothbrush and clean towels for your use. If you would like to meet him in the living room when you’re done, he will be waiting for you in there.”

You hesitantly climb out of bed and head into the bathroom. You shower and brush your teeth, redress in the clothes you had on last night and grab your handbag before going to find Steve.

You don’t have to look far. You walk through the door and see him in the kitchen preparing coffee using a french press. A redhead dressed in black and red sits at the counter talking to him. Steve turns when he hears the door and smiles.

“Afternoon, sleepy head.” He says.

You approach him and he wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “What time is it?”

“It’s three.”

“Dude, you should have woken me. I charge by the hour.” You tease.

The redhead starts laughing and Steve nudges you with his elbow. “And here I am without my checkbook.” He gestures to the woman behind the counter. “This is Natasha. Natasha, this is my friend Y/N.”

“Friend?” Natasha asks, her eyebrow raised.

“Hey if he’s paying, I’ll be whatever he wants me to be.”

“Cut it out, you. You’re not going to embarrass me.” Steve says. He seems so much lighter and relaxed than last night. Like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. “Do you want some coffee? Something to eat?”

You shake your head. “I really have to go. I’ve got work in a couple of hours and I gotta go home and change and then come all the way back out here again.”

“You have to eat something.”

“Don’t worry, dad. I’ll grab a pierogi or something at the subway.” You say. You turn to Natasha. “Nice to meet you.”

“I hope I’ll see you around more,” Natasha said.

You shrug and rub your thumb back and forth over your index and middle fingers.

She laughs and you head to the elevator. Steve follows you taking your hand in his. The elevator opens and you step inside.

“This was a very long elevator ride from memory.” You say, walking your fingers up Steve’s chest.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He says, taking a step towards you. He leans into you but just as his lips are about to touch yours the elevator comes to a halt and several people enter. They greet Steve with nods and murmurs of ‘cap’ and then all turn to face the door. You move so you’re also facing the door, but you press yourself against Steve. You put both your hands behind your back and start teasing his cock through his pants.

He grabs your hands and moves them wrapping both his and your arms around your midriff.

He walks you to the front doors and pulls you to the side, kissing you. The fact that neither of you is particularly fond of PDA goes right out the window. You give yourself to it. Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and melting into him.

“I want you to stay. Go back upstairs and make up for lost time.” Steve growls.

“Mmm… me too.” You breathe. “But I’ve got bills to pay. We’ll do this later.” You pull a pen out of your handbag and take his hand you write your phone number down his thumb.

“When do you think I can see you again?” He asks as you’re writing.

“I have work all this week. I can maybe see you for a bit during the day. Or come meet you after, but it would be really late.” You answer.

“No. I want to do this properly. I want us to date. Not just fool around.” Steve says.

“I have Monday and Tuesday off.” You offer.

He cups your cheek in his hand and runs his thumb along your jaw. “I may be going out on a mission. I’ll call you okay? Don’t run off on me.”

You kiss him. Just softly. Your lips barely brushing his. “I won’t. Can’t afford to.”

It’s weeks before you’re able to come anywhere near being able to organize a day when both of you are free that could accommodate a date. You have work, he’s out doing something. Probably saving the world. That’s what he does. You seriously consider just showing up to Avengers Tower after work and skipping the dating thing. You almost do, and then remember it’s not like you can throw a rock at his window and get him to let you in. So you don’t.

You text each other regularly for a while. That is until you start overthinking it. The fact you can’t coordinate a day to get together seems to be a sign. It isn’t meant to be. You aren’t good enough for someone like him. The world is keeping you apart so that you don’t drag him down into the shit bag that you call a life.

You stop texting him back. He tries to call you a few times. He leaves voice mails. They sound terrified and they break your heart but you tell yourself that he’s better off without you.

You start to just mope around your apartment getting under your roommate’s feet. If you could afford to move you would. You consider maybe just not going far. If you could find a job in Boston maybe you could afford that move. You start casting the net out to see. In the meantime, you just spend all day in your pajamas eating Doritos and watching infomercials. You only leave the house to work or buy food.

On your day off you sit around in your Pokemon onesie staring blankly at the TV. There’s a knock on the door and you don’t move to answer it. Your roommate, Lizzie makes a frustrated groan and gets up. She returns a moment later looking a little dazed.

“Captain America is at the door asking for you.” She says.

You look down at yourself and try and figure out if jumping from a third-floor window would kill or seriously injure you and if either of those would be preferable than Steve seeing you dressed as Pikachu.

You go to the door.

He looks at you with his brow furrowed, a scowl on his face. “Good, you’re alive. Just needed to make sure.” He says, and turns on his heels and starts striding away.

You hop from one foot to the other. You’re in footie pajamas. How far is he going to make you chase him in them? You decide you don’t care and take off after him.

“Steve. Stop! Please.” You call jogging after him. You catch his elbow and he shakes you off.

“Forget it. I thought there was something there. You didn’t. I get it. That’s always how it is for me.” He says. He starts taking the stairs two at a time and you have to run to keep up with him.

“Steve. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot okay? I - I thought …”

Steve stops in the stairwell and turns on you. You collide with him and stumble backward. “You asked me not to hurt you. I didn’t think I needed to specify that you shouldn’t hurt me either.”

You reach for him and he pushes your hand away. “I just - I thought that …”. You stammer.

“I thought you were dead. Is what you thought worse than that?” He snaps.

You shake your head and look at your feet.

“Every person who has ever seen me. Really actually seen Steve Rogers has died or has been taken away from me. The first person I trust …” He shakes his head.

You start crying. Not for yourself. For him. For what you just did to him. “You’re right. I wasn’t worthy of you. You shouldn’t have trusted me.”

“Why? Why would you do this to me?” He asks. The pain drips of his words. You hate that you’re the cause of them.

“I don’t know how to do this. I thought the fact we couldn’t find a time was the world showing me I wasn’t enough for you.” You say. Saying the words out loud makes you realize how stupid they sound. “Oh god! I’m so sorry.”

You fall into him and for a brief moment, you aren’t even sure he’ll catch you. His arms wrap around you, dragging you into a hug that envelops you.

“Can we please go on that date?” He asks.

You look up into his blue eyes. “You still want to?”

“God help me, but yes. I do.”

You lead him back upstairs and to your apartment. You go straight to your bedroom shutting the door behind you so that you don’t have to field questions from Lizzie.

“Wait here for me. I need to shower.” You say. “Unless you want to join me?”

Steve shakes his head and you go shower. When you get back, Steve is poking around your room. “You don’t have any photos or books. Nothing personal. I didn’t notice that last time.” He says.

You shrug. “I keep it online. That stuff is too hard to take places with me. I just have clothes.”

You walk up behind him and start rubbing your hands up and down his back. Something in the way he’s holding himself shifts. He relaxes more. The stiff, straight-backed Captain America starts to slide away, being replaced by the more relaxed, slightly awkward, happier Steve Rogers.

Your hands press down harder. You work your fingers into the muscles of his back. He’s holding so much tension that as you drag your thumbs over his flesh it clicks. He lets you massage him and you start to nuzzle at his back. Your hand travels down and you untuck his shirt from his pants.

He turns on you and takes your hands in his. “Date.” He says.

You stand on your tiptoes and start to place little kisses down the side of his neck. “It’s only just 12. We can do this first. Then grab some lunch.” You move your mouth to his and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“This comes after the date.” He says before returning the kiss. He lets your wrists go and you move your hands to his chest. You slide them down stopping them at his belt. You start to toy with it and when he makes no move to stop you, you start to unbuckle it.

He walks you back towards the bed and unhooks your towel and you let it fall on the floor before you drop down on your mattress.

Steve kisses a trail down your body, sucking and nipping at your skin. His tongue draws circles on you as he moves closer and closer to your pussy. When he reaches your stomach you fall backward and he spreads your legs and lifts them on his shoulders.

He moves his face to your pussy. His nose touches your folds a split second before you feel his tongue swirl around the entrance to your cunt. He laps upward and your body twitches and then spasms as you feel first his nose glides over your clit and then his tongue press down on it.

He focuses his tongue on your clit. You close your eyes and your hands go to his hair. As he licks and nips and sucks at that little bundle of nerves, you feel yourself starting to come apart. You grab a pillow and pull it over your face to muffle the sounds you’re making. Pressure builds inside of you as your skin prickles all over.

“Fuck, Steve. Please. Please. I need you.” You plead.

Steve sits back on his heels and pushes his middle finger into your cunt. He curls it inside of you, stroking it along your g-spot as he uses his thumb to roll over your clit. “As much as I like to hear that. It’s not happening, darlin’.” He says.

“Please, Steve.” You beg. “I need you inside of me.”

He chuckles. “I’ll never get over how forward women are these days. I really like it. It worried me at first. I thought there was no way I could keep up. Turns out, I really like women who know what they want. I always have. They make up for my shortfalls. Teach me things that I wouldn’t otherwise know.” Another finger joins the first and he corkscrews them inside of you. “The thing is, in this instance you’re wrong. The only part of me you need to get what you want is my fingers. Shall I show you?”

“Oh god, please.” You cry, arching off the mattress.

He brings his other hand up and his fingers work your clit. Meanwhile, he keeps moving his fingers inside of you side to side. He curls them as he does and when his knuckles hit your g-spot you gasp and he presses down hard. You come. Your orgasm taking complete hold of you. You smother your cries with the pillow as your body bucks, your legs clamping down around his head.

Steve pulls away and gets up.

“Holy shit.” You pant, relaxing back. You feel spent.

“Holy shit, indeed. Now please get dressed so we can go out.” He says, heading to the bathroom.

// NEXT

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Chapter 23 -- The Trail

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The location of the Red God compound was surprising for only one reason: It was exactly where it had been the last time they had been there.

It would be reasonable to expect that a covert and very illegal facility would relocate after being discovered, especially if that facility was floating in space and had a very large rocket at the back which could very easily push it somewhere else without anyone noticing.

Two signals floated just outside of the patrolled borders of the system, as remote as it could be while still being towed through space by the Sun’s gravity. This seemed to confirm their suspicions that the clones were being kept in the same facility where ViLaz had been discovered.

After all, it wasn’t like the cult could remove or deactivate the implants to leave a false trail. For one thing, they had no way of knowing the pirates had reverse-engineered the signal to track the other implants, but more importantly, this was their means of controlling the clones. Removing the implants would defeat the entire purpose of having created clones in the first place.

There was, however, a third point on the map, close to the first two. Under normal circumstances, they would assume that this was the Zealot’s own implant. These were not normal circumstances.

“Bad news from downstairs,” Ariadne sighed as she walked into her quarters and found Pilar reading a book, “two weeks of decryption only to find that the third implant is coming from a relay and we can’t trace its real location”

“A relay?” Pilar asked, marking her book since she had immediately known she would not be able to continue reading.

“They aren’t sending a live feed, the Zealot must pre-record the visions he sends to the girls, beams them to a relay, and then the relay beams it to their implants. There’s a block smack in the center of the relay, so I can’t trace where the signal is sent from.”

“You, for the first time ever, can’t hack through a digital barrier?” Pilar raised her eyebrows.

“A digital barrier would be no problem. This isn’t that kind of barrier.”

“And what, pray tell, has you so stumped you can’t break through it?”

“I’d guess about five feet of empty space,” Ariadne said. “I mean, I can only guess about how much empty space, but we’ve been trying to break into their system for weeks, and one thing has become clear: the device that interfaces with the girls’ implants and the device that receives input from Dr. Simon have no connection between them. My guess is, he sends the visions to the receiver where they download to a removable drive, and then some lackey removes the drive and physically walks it over to the relay, where it interfaces with the implants.”

“So, we’re back at square one?” Pilar asked.

“Nowhere close. I can still trace the origin of the signal if I’m in the same room as the receiver. Luckily, the receiver is conveniently located at our next stop.”

“So then, we’re launching to get the girls?” Pilar asked.

Ariadne nodded. “We’ve got to make sure they’re safe onboard before we move on Dr. Simon anyway. If we finish him off, the acolytes will have no reason to keep them alive.”

“Their security is largely built around their remote location,” Pilar offered, “I don’t think they’re prepared to fight off attackers, they’re counting on the idea that nobody will stumble across them. Once they figured out where we were, Sasha and… Sweettalk… were able to break in undetected to rescue us.”

“Still not used to it, huh?” Ariadne asked.

“I just can’t believe I didn’t see it,” Pilar responded, “I mean, I think I came really close to messing up our relationship for good. My own sister, and she spent a year of her life thinking she had to hide her relationship from me?”

“I should probably apologize too,” Ariadne said, “I’ve known for weeks and I didn’t say anything.”

“No, I’m glad you didn’t,” Pilar replied. “I didn’t marry no narc, and besides, you’re family to Sasha. I’m glad she can tell you stuff without you worrying that you’re going to rat her out to her overprotective big sister.”

“You know, it’s funny, I never thought I’d say this, but it reminds me of—”

“No,” Pilar chuckled and cut her off, “that was different, she was just oblivious, this was being kept a secret.”

“I miss Flax some days,” Ariadne laughed. “I’d never met a lesbian with such terrible gaydar, and she was so easy to get a rise out of.”

“You know what really gets me, though?” Pilar brushed a hair out of her face, “Sweettalk drives me up a wall sometimes, but she’s absolutely perfect for Sasha. I mean, look how much that brash, impulsive girl has managed to bring her out of it despite my best efforts to keep her stuck in there.”

“I think she should come with us on the raid. Give you a chance to get to know her, and, uh…”

“Have her do the dirty work of tactfully explaining to two clones who don’t know they’re clones, that their religion is an actual scam, and that their father grew them as glorified organ farms without upsetting them so much that they refuse to leave with us?”

“Yeah, I really do not want to be in charge of that part,” Ariadne said. “Let’s pull together a smaller strike force to extract the girls and the receiver, and leave Fastwing in charge of rallying the troops for an assault on the Zealot’s location as soon as we have it. You, me, Deathsbane, and Sweettalk for sure. Ghostrunner is a must-have on a stealth mission.”

“Taryn’s been training as Deathsbane’s apprentice,” Pilar suggested, “She’s got a real flair for medicine and it’d probably do her some good to shadow Sasha in the field.”

“You mean Uprising, right? After all, she showed a lot of courage standing up to us.”

“You’re getting better at the names,” Spacebreather told her. “Yeah, bring Tar… uh, Uprising along too.”

“I’ll grab ‘em,” Ariadne said, “Meet me onboard the Thread in 20.”

***

“I just don’t really think it matters how far apart they actually are,” Taryn explained as they quietly filed into the airlock. Their helmets were internally soundproofed and linked by a communications system, so they could hear everything going on around them, but speak openly without fear of being overheard. “They could be six inches apart or 50 feet apart and it would still be just as impossible to hack.”

“Yeah, but if you had to guess,” Ariadne replied. “I say five feet, Pilar says two, Sweettalk four, Deathsbane ten, I mean, it’s a pretty straightforward wager.”

“If I say a number, will you stop asking me?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I will,” Ariadne responded.

“50 feet.”

“You’re not taking this seriously.”

“You said I had to make a guess, not that I had to care about winning the bet.”

“Ugh, fine,” Ariadne said, “What about you, Ghostrunner?”

There was nothing but silence on Ghostrunner’s channel.

“Ghostrunner?”

“I copy. I’m just not talking.”

“Seriously, just give her an answer, she won’t stop talking about how far apart these machines are until you do,” Uprising said.

“Five feet and one inch,” Ghostrunner replied, and her mic went silent again.

“That’s not cool,” Ariadne replied as she quickly set to hacking the access panel that would open the seal and allow them passage.

“Roger,” said Ghostrunner.

“Jesus, Prescott designed a shitty security system,” Ariadne said, “Someone with an eighth grade education would be able to find the backdoor he put in here! How did he ever sell one of these things?”

“You know an eighth grade education is all you’ve got, right?” Spacebreather reminded her.

“I’m saying!” Ariadne called back, “I just unlocked every door and disabled every alarm in this place and it wasn’t even hard.”

“To his credit,” Pilar shrugged, “He was the system’s greatest bullshit salesman.”

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to pour one out on his grave when we get back,” Sweettalk said as they drew their weapons and quietly moved through the seal and into the compound, “right into the catbox.”

“Catbox?” Uprising asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Deathsbane said flatly.

“Deathbane, Uprising, with me. Spacebreather and Sweettalk, watch our six. Ghostrunner, meld into the shadows and stay close, I don’t want to see you until we’re leaving unless the shit hits the fan.”

“Roger,” said everyone but Ghostrunner, who had already vanished without anyone noticing.

“That’s what I like about that girl,” Ariadne explained, “she takes pride in her work and she’s got great fashion sense.”

They stealthily moved down the corridor with weapons raised approximately chest-high, making sure to glance through the small glass window in each room to check for an immersion pod.

Most of the rooms did not have what they were looking for, and instead were full of red-robed Acolytes either poring over screens full of code or deliberating over something that looked important. If discovered, they would be wildly outnumbered.

The immersion pods would be in the last three rooms they checked, which only made sense because they stopped checking rooms when they found the right ones. At the end of the long corridor were three doors. In the spaces between them stood two boxy machines about the size of a regulation trash can, each of which had an antenna on top, one long-range and one short-range.

“Sweettalk, how tall are you?” Ariadne asked intently.

“Four foot eleven.”

“With the boots and the helmet, though, you’d be exactly five feet, yeah?” Ariadne asked.

“You’re about to make me lie down between these machines to see if they’re five feet apart, aren’t you?”

She was.

“Dammit,” Ariadne muttered, “Still three inches left over. Ghostrunner was closest without going over.”

Ariadne swiftly plugged a compact screen into the device with the long-range antenna, while Deathsbane and Spacebreather entered the first room and began to pry the pod open.

After a few seconds, they managed to get it loose with a satisfying hiss, and a girl who looked exactly like ViLaz, to the last detail, stood before them.

“You’re on,” Spacebreather said, and Sweettalk took off her helmet so the girl could hear her.

“Hello, ViLaz,” she said, and ViLaz looked incredibly confused. “It’s very important that you come with us, okay?”

“Who are you?” She asked, “are you with the church?”

Sweettalk considered this for a moment, and then decided there would be plenty of time for the truth on the ride home. “Yes, your father sent us, we’re here to take you somewhere safe.”

“Father says if I leave, the Red God will cleanse me from the universe with fire,” ViLaz replied apprehensively, and did not move from the inside of her pod. “I had a vision of the future, myself engulfed in flames for defying the Red God’s will.”

What she had actually seen was not a vision of the future, but a video recording of the past, when her identical sister was lit on fire, but as this girl was unaware she had a sister, and had been directly told the video was her own future, her confusion was understandable.

“Yes,” Sweettalk explained, making it sound as though she wholeheartedly believed every word of the lies she was telling, “of course that’s why we’re here. We’ve discovered a new holy site, and the Red God needs you there right away.”

The girl looked unsure, but too afraid to question it. She stepped out with them, and they ushered her out to the waiting crowd.

“This is our friend Dr. Sasha,” Sweettalk said softly, “before we go any further, she needs to check for, uh, purity of heart… in the… back of your head…”

This was not Sweettalk’s best lie, but it is difficult to hold that against her, given that it worked.

“This will only hurt for a moment,” Deathsbane said as she set to work applying a local anesthetic and removing the implant from the back of ViLaz’s head as quickly as possible.

Spacebreather and Sweettalk managed to get the second pod open, and roused the other girl, who also looked exactly like her sisters.

“Hello, ViLaz,” Sweettalk started in on the same story as earlier, and this ViLaz looked just as confused. “It’s very important that you come with us, okay?”

“Who are you?” She asked, “are you with the church?”

“Okay, that’s uncanny,” Spacebreather said through her comm.

“No time to chat,” Ariadne replied. “Get her out of there, now. We’ve got company.”

“Yes, your father sent us, we’re here to— HEY!” Sweettalk was cut off by Spacebreather pushing past her and scooping up the girl fireman-style over her shoulder.

“YOINK!” Spacebreather shouted, and made a break for the door. Sweettalk followed, and moments later, they were all running down the hall as quickly as possible, as the girl over her shoulder pounded on her back and yelled as loud as she could.

“I thought you said we had company,” Spacebreather said, panting heavily.

“We will,” said Ariadne, who also had one of the girls over her own shoulder. “Someone on the other end must have detected me before I could get the coordinates and alerted security, we’ll have acolytes on us in two minutes.”

“Especially with the racket this one is making. Did you get the chip out of her head?” Spacebreather asked Sasha.

“Yeah,” Sasha replied, “but I’m not gonna have time to operate on that one before we get on the ship.”

“Here,” Spacebreather said, and deposited the screaming girl into her sister’s arms. “You and Ariadne take the girls ahead and get on the ship, I’ll try to cause enough of a ruckus that they don’t realize the girls have been taken and light up the implant in her head.”

“You can’t be—” Sasha began, but Pilar jumped in.

“Yes, I can. I’ll be fine. Just get her to the ship and have it ready for when I get back.” Pilar quickly ran back the way she came and drew both her weapons.

Sasha turned to Sweettalk. “Watch her back, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you,” Sweettalk said to Sasha as she ran after Pilar.

Sasha, Ariadne, Taryn, and the two girls would make it back to the ship without interference, as Pilar and Sweettalk were able to hold off their pursuers for long enough that Sasha could safely remove the implant and save the third ViLaz from a fiery death. In fact, they held out for quite some time before being subdued and captured.

None of the crew actually wanted to leave without Pilar or Sweettalk. In fact, they very literally had no choice. Soon after their capture, the airlock simply disengaged from their ship on its own, and the entire station fled faster than the Thread could follow.

The morale aboard the Thread had never been lower. Sweettalk and Spacebreather were captives and for a moment, they thought they would have no way of finding them.

And then a message appeared across the ship’s main viewscreen.

“We’re fine. I am in control of the ship. Nobody can find me. Will keep Spacebreather + Sweettalk alive. Bringing the whole thing back to base. Sure hope the spiderweb still works. xoxox Ghostrunner.”

They had, in the confusion, completely forgotten that Ghostrunner had even come with them. She would not be insulted by this, after all, it was her job to go unnoticed, and she had performed it spectacularly.

Ariadne breathed a sigh of relief. “Set the ship’s autopilot for home.”

“I can get us home,” Sasha said, looking a bit frazzled, “I just need to—”

“No,” Ariadne said, walked over, and gave Sasha an overly tight but appropriately comforting hug, “the autopilot will get the ship back home in a few hours. The emergency teleporters will get us there now. We need to be ready for when the girls get home.”

“With a massive ship full of angry cultists,” Uprising pointed out.

“They should be so lucky,” Ariadne said, “they just captured Pilar Spacebreather and someone who matters to her sister. Do you know what Pilar kills for?”

“To protect the people she cares about,” Sasha muttered, thinking back to their conversation a few weeks previously.

“Exactly,” Ariadne said, “One handcuffed Pilar against a hundred armed cultists? They’re completely outmatched. You just wait, there will be three living people on that ship by the time it gets back home.”

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kyuvulpes · 6 years ago

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Shoto Todoroki x Reader

So uh, this is my first reader thing. Got the idea in my head and just wanted to roll with it and share it, see if anyone would like it and all. It’s about the Sports Festival. The reader is gender-less.

Word Count: 2,694

Genre: Feels, Funny & Fluff

Prompt: You face off against Shoto in the sports festival and then afterward stalk his conversation with Midoriya. You’re curious to find out why Shoto would want to talk to him privately in the first place.

The thought of losing hadn't even crossed your mind. All your efforts had earned confidence that no one had ever expected. Not even Midoriya had anticipated how hard you would struggle. In a head on head heated battle against Todoroki, whom you adored more than anything and had known since child hood, you could barely contain yourself. There were so many things you wanted to say to him and so many things you wished you could still do for him. You were one of the only people he had back then. When his world came crashing down, it was you he relied on. With his father pushing him, time and time again the two of you would sit outside and talk, but Endeavor hated your company. He hated your youthful spirit and how you kept distracting his son from his true goal. Todoroki was always forced to follow in that shadow, the one that you loathed so much. Endeavor wasn't even a father anymore to Todoroki, and you knew that more than anyone else. Which was why it was always hard to convince the boy otherwise. No matter what kind of pep talk you had with him, he continued to shut it down, but this time... maybe in this fight you could make him open his eyes.

His ice fought back with your own quirk, and for a moment you caught him with surprise. "Shoto! I know you can do better than this!" You'd call out, trying to tempt him to tap into his hidden potential. Knowing full well what you were attempting, Shoto's steady gaze seemed to harden a little. If anything, he knew he had already told you he'd swore to never use his left side, so your words were something that bothered him. So much so, that he wasn't willing to allow you to get under his skin any further. His attacks became more drastic, causing you to keep your distance. Dancing in this endless fight in the sports festival was tiring you out faster than him. Your own quirk took more energy to maintain, and with your training you weren't as skilled as Shoto. Yet, you wanted to prove something. If you used all of the power you held, maybe... "I told you this once, but I'm going to tell you again!" You'd yell across the field, waving your arm in front of yourself.

"If we were to ever meet in the sports festival in battle.. I'd show you what I'm really capable of!"

Declaring this, you took in a deep breath, and with every bit of strength you had left, you'd rush forward faster than what Shoto could predict. Parting his lips as he could hardly keep up with your movements, he was now worried and taken back by your sudden actions. As you came close to him, he'd try to pull up a wall of ice, but not without getting hit first. As the ice encased around you, and held you in place, he quickly spun around to keep himself from falling out of the ring. Breathing heavily, you'd lower your head to where your expression could not be seen. "I'm sorry... (Y/N)." Shoto would speak softly, in a calm tone as he turned to look at Midnight. "(Y/N) is immobilized! Todoroki Shoto is the winner!" The crowd roared wildly, and Shoto moved to thaw you from the ice. His expression seemed to be distant, and all you could do was shake uncomfortably. "Why..?" You'd mutter, but there was no response.

In those few moments he took to free you, he'd make sure you could stand, and placed one hand gently on your lower back. "Why?!" You asked again, this time looking at him with a torn expression. Confusion seemed to unveil in his gaze and before he could ask what you were talking about, you spoke again. "Why do you let him walk all over you?! Just because he's your father doesn't mean you have to do whatever he tells you to! You're better than that! You're..so much... better than that!" Yelling these words, and clearing the field, you'd leave Shoto behind whom bit his lower lip. He was to end up facing Midoriya, whom had watched the two of you battle in amazement. It had also caused something to stir in him, something that was making him unable to just sit back.

As a short time passed in preparation for the next upcoming battle, Shoto had asked for Midoriya to meet him. Of course you had just so happened to overhear, and in secret you hid yourself to listen to the conversation. Cuing in as Midoriya awkwardly spoke, you could hear them in the hall. "So..uhm.. what was it you wanted to talk about?" Though you could not see their faces, as you were trying to keep yourself out of view, you knew Midoriya had to have a look of confusion. You were just as confused, which was why you were leaning against one of of the walls in the adjacent hall. "If we don't hurry the cafeteria will probably be overcrowded and... we won't really get to eat anything." The longer it took for Shoto to speak, the more Midoriya was growing nervous. So much so, that you were also starting to shake a little. What was going on?!

"I was overpowered."

As Shoto paused, you wondered what he was speaking of. Was he referring to the fight he had with you or back in the cavalry battle? "So much so that I broke my pledge to myself. In the cavalry battle, within that last instant, I was the only one overpowered." Learning that it was lather instead of the former, you looked down at your feet. He wasn't the only one that was taken by surprise in that. Lots of them didn't make it. So what was he so focused on? Unless-- "Only me, whom had experienced All Might's power up close. It means I felt something similar from you. Midoriya, are you..." Listening intently, your eyes would begin to shake and you'd quietly hiss. That was right. Midoriya had been the one to cause Shoto to use his right side earlier. Was he beating himself up over that? Was he really going to keep letting his father hold him down? It was starting to tear at you more and more, so much so that all the emotion you tried to keep down was getting harder to keep in.

You'd done your best to just support Shoto in everything he wanted and was always so careful not to end up losing him in the end if you burst. Yet, this was too far. Just as you were thinking about turning the corner from the wall you were leaned against, you'd gasp at Shoto's next words. "All Might's secret love child?" Holding a hand over your mouth and ducking back against the door of one of the waiting rooms, you had to hold your breath. It wasn't like you knew what Izuku Midoriya really was either, but this idea made you want to laugh. You hadn't heard Shoto speak any of his silly ideas in years, and it made you feel a bit bubbly but it wasn't enough to sate the other emotions in you. As you did your best to remain quiet, you'd find yourself holding your free arm over your stomach as Midoriya spoke in response. "T-That's not it! Even if I was I wouldn't tell you that! I mean, it's not like I could tell you anything about it in the first place! I doubt you'd even believe me if I said anything though, but anyways that's. . ."

Squeezing your eyes shut, to where tears were nearly forming, you could just picture Midoriya frantically waving his arms around as he spoke. This was too much. You wanted to laugh, but that would give you away. In your moment of finding this funny, you hadn't seemed to notice that Bakugo was now listening in as well, standing across the other side of the hall, adjacent to you. "Since you said 'that's not it', it must mean that there is something going on between the two of you that you can't talk about, right? If you have something from the number one hero then I have even more of a reason to beat you." Lowering your hand from your mouth, you'd open your eyes and your gaze seemed to soften a little. That was, until you noticed Bakugo glaring at you. Opening your mouth and nearly losing your lid, Bakugo would cover your mouth with a low growl.

"Keep it down, you idiot! If I would of known you'd be here too I would've picked a different spot, tch." Bakugo glared and spoke quietly for only you to hear. Once he believed you understood what he demanded of you, he removed his hand and went back to leaning against the other wall. Feeling rather uncomfortable with him eavesdropping on Shoto, you'd breathe roughly. What was it that Bakugo wanted to know? You knew that he and Midoriya didn't get along that well. Yet, why the hell was he here? As you were frustrated and pondering this, you came to the conclusion that it wasn't worth discovering at the moment. No. You were here for Shoto. Whatever Bakugo was here for you could always pull him aside for later. You'd make sure of that. "My old man has a strong desire to rise to the top and defeat All Might. Though, since he failed he moved on to his next plan."

Biting your lower lip as you'd look up at the ceiling, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. Shoto was actually telling someone else about his past, and Bakugo was overhearing it. This was rare, as you were the only one who knew of it. Even though part of you was sad about not being able to know something about him that no one else knew, the other part of you was just pleased that he was opening up a little. He needed to let go and see the world through different eyes, and that's what you were working so hard for. It hadn't been to reach your own goal, at least not in this point of time. As much as you wanted to be a hero you believed that if you couldn't even save your friends from themselves then you didn't deserve that title. Noticing how Bakugo watched you and your changing expressions, you felt like hitting him, but made no move to do so. He was the last person you wanted to have heard about Shoto's past, but.. here he was.

"What are you saying, Todoroki?" Midoriya asked. "You've heard of quirk marriages, right? It's where you chose a spouse based on strengthening your own Quirks and passing it on to your children. In short, it forces another to marry. He is trying to fulfill that desire by raising me to be the one to surpass All Might. I won't become a tool of scum like that." Tightening your arm around your stomach as you heard the hatred in Shoto's voice, you realized he knew just how much he had let his father get away with. This brought hope to you, knowing that he was at least listening to your words, despite how quiet he reacted. Maybe this meant he was going to declare something new for himself? Even if he was going to declare it to someone else, at least then maybe he'd let go of the past that was clouding him. Not only that, but it wasn't like he knew there was a third or fourth party around him. "Bakugo, I swear to god if you tell anyone.."

You muttered quietly, catching a cold hard stare as he'd grit his teeth. "Shut up already! I won't tell a damned soul, you twerp!" He'd be as quiet as he could, despite his own frustration with you there as well. "In my memories my mother is always crying. 'Your left side is unsightly,' my mother said as she poured boiling hot water on me. I'll reject him completely by winning first place without it." Upon hearing these last words Shoto would say, and the building frustration because of Bakugo, you'd clench your fists at your sides. Bowing your head and gritting your teeth together, you finally couldn't take it. Dashing down the hall, Bakugo had gone to reach for you to pull you back, "Dammit! Tsk," He'd growl and move back into the shadows of the hallway, while you surprised Midoriya. "(Y/N)-chan..?!" Chasing after Shoto, he'd stop in his steps and turn around only for his eyes to widen as you'd grab both of his shoulders. Tears would slip from your eyes from anger, and so much hidden feelings working through you.

"Shoto Todoroki!" You'd yell, unable to look him in the eye at the moment. "It doesn't matter what your father thinks! This is your own power! You can use it however you want! You want to be a hero?! Then be the best damn hero you can be by showing him you can do it all without him using you as a tool! Use your flames for good! Use them to protect people! It's all in your hands!" You'd breathe, and look up with an angered expression to see Shoto's eyes shaking. "For the record, I never once saw your left side as bad! So stop thinking that it is! You're fine the way you are! I accept you! Shoto! Why can't you just open your eyes already?!" Crying a bit more, you'd shake him, and he'd tense up slightly. After a few moments of holding him there, you'd hiccup. Midoriya had grown quiet, and so had Shoto. The only thing that would be heard was your sobbing. Even as Shoto would move an arm to rub at your back, there were no words.

Beating on his chest as you moved your hands from his shoulders, your words were quieter than before. "I've been trying so hard to let you know it's okay! You don't have to hide all of your pain from everyone! Not everyone is going to treat you like him! Shoto..." You'd suck in a breath and lift your head, gazing into his now painful looking gaze. "I'm sorry for listening in.. for always getting in your way and frustrating you. I know I'm not the greatest friend or even person..but.. I've always admired you! I've always been by your side! And I always will!" With your declaration, you'd gain a sense of boldness by leaning up and kissing him. Surprise and warmth filled Shoto as his eyes grew wide again. His face heated, and soon he found himself blushing. Taken back by your display of affection, when you'd move from him he had a hand covering his flustered face. "So.. do your best okay?" You'd weakly smile as you moved from him.

While it took Shoto a moment to gather his bearings, Midoriya was waving his arms in the background, all flustered too for having witnessed a display of affection. It was then Shoto caught the sight of Bakugo grabbing Midoriya by the back of his shirt and dragging him away. Lowering his hand from his face, Shoto returned his attention to you, a small, but visible smile crossing his face. "I'm sorry (Y/N) for not realizing sooner... I'm new to this. I'm also...still trying to figure out everything with my father. My hatred is so strong that even I am unsure if I can contain it from bursting on you, or the others. It's why I try to keep everything inside. Though, just now, when I told Midoriya, I did feel a little better.." Stepping towards you, Shoto would place a single hand atop of your head. "If I wasn't so fixed with rejecting him maybe I could of been better for you.. Knowing that you've carried these feelings for me for so long... Thank you... (Y/N)-chan..." He'd whisper before giving a true smile, one that made you embrace him tightly.

#shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #boku no hero reader #shoto fluff #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #headcanon #midoriya izuku

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happy-bellamy · 6 years ago

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My unapologetic review of The Darkest Minds movie! Sorry it’s so long (Spoilers, obviously)

This is probably the most difficult review I’ve done yet... That reason being that I LOVED the books, they are still one of my favorite series to this day. However, I saw the movie on Sunday night, and I can’t not post a review of it. So, I’m sorry Darkest Minds fans, myself included, because we aren’t getting a sequel. They did not do a good job.

Let me rephrase what I just said, because I have two opinions on this movie. Whenever there is a book to movie adaptation of something I’ve read, I take my roommate with me to watch, because he offers a “non-reader” standpoint.

So, as we were leaving the theater, I was on cloud 9. He was sitting in the car next to me, being very quiet. I knew he didn’t like it and was afraid to say anything so he didn’t hurt my feelings, but I got him to budge and tell me his problems. So that is why I like the movie, and I hate it.

I like it because this movie was made for me. I hate it because...this movie was made for me. The Darkest Minds fans love it because it is so accurate to the books! Is it, though?

The first half hour or so are so insanely accurate that I thought my head was going to explode. Actually, as far as what we are seeing, the physical scenes, the entire movie was wildly accurate. But it’s when we start to pay attention to what is actually happening that it starts falling apart.

So Ruby is in a camp, it’s basically a concentration camp, and she’s hiding as a green. Okay, but how did that happen? Well, the doctor that examined her found out that she was an orange, and then Ruby made him change the test. Yeah...but why is he able to do that? Why does the computer allow him to manually change the results? Does the machine sometimes not work? That’s the biggest ex-machina I’ve ever seen! Moving forward, she’s at this camp to be “reformed.” Clancy was reformed, so she can be too! Yeah, but 1 kid was reformed, are you telling me that parents across the US actually believe this? Millions of kids in camp, yet 1 was healed. Wow, what a miracle! Take my kid!

The next problem is the camps themselves. There was a specific line of narration or something that said “There is no economy.” That line ruined the movie. There’s no economy? How is anything functioning? The skip tracers, how are the bounties that they collect paid for? How are the guards paid? Where does the money that keeps these camps running come from? If there’s no economy, how does the government pay for all of these camps, the guards, doctors, skip tracers, etc? Speaking of the camps, how are any of them still functioning? You’re telling me that blues, who can move and control anything, are just...walking around? Yellows are not restrained? Blues are not restrained? As if, those kids outnumber you 100 to 1, the camps would be taken over in a day. Even in Caledonia, all it took was 1 blue to break the fence, then they are all home free! You’re telling me that it took years for someone to go, “Guys, we should break the fence!” The security is dumb enough to let the kids walk around unrestrained? There’s no way in hell that any of those camps would have lasted more than a year.

Also, what are other countries doing right now? Since there is NO ECONOMY! If the US collapsed, the rest of the world is coming down with us, considering that we have 1/4 of the world’s GDP. Yeah, no, the world is screwed if America just suddenly decided to shut down.

But okay, okay, let’s say it doesn’t. Let’s say by some miracle, the rest of the world is fine. They would still send resources? And by resources, I mean people, of course. They would want to help. What happens when they come to help, realize that the camps are holding kids against their will and are torturing them? The UN would immediately step in and stop every single camp. I’m pretty sure it took the US 3 years to learn about Nazi concentration camps, and that was before the internet! All it takes is one kid, guard, parent, etc. to find out and post something online, then it would be viral, and the world would be in uproar! No way these camps last SIX YEARS!

Also this bothered me in the books too. Why are the guards mean? Like all of them? They torture and beat these kids regularly. Whether they’re scared or not, there is no way every single guard would be totally okay with beating kids, powers or no. They’re still human, unless they only hire sociopaths to be PSF’s?

Okay, so I have more to say about the lack of world building, but y’all get my point. Thanks for the socks scene Fox, but that ain’t gonna cut it. I. Need. Exposition. We. Want. Exposition!

Now let’s talk about the things they added in that were not in the books.

Ruby not being white, who cares? Amandla stole the show. Chubs being green? Fits his personality better anyways. The eye color thing? It’s kind of dumb, because I’m pretty sure that the colors originally came from the defcon color severity system, which is the exact same way as it is in the movies (green meaning good, orange meaning bad). So were the colors named after the defcon system, or the eyes? If it was the eyes, then the defcon system just magically matched up perfectly? I guess...

Anyways, I don’t really care about those changes.. I care about those two scenes, you know the two, that they added in that is just absolute garbage.

The first scene being when Ruby goes back home after escaping the camps. It goes exactly how everyone expected, being that Ruby can’t go home because her parents don’t remember her. Why did they make that scene? What purpose did that serve? We knew exactly what was going to happen. What did SHE think would happen? Did she forget what she did? Of course she didn’t! That scene was stupid and should not have been a part of the movie.

The second scene being that...thing at the end with football field and all the kids with paint or whatever. I talked about this with @itsgalaxy29 and we had similar opinions. What the HELL was that? Those are the kids from East River, I think? Well no, there were not that many kids in East River. So they were the Children’s League kids? So, movie, you’re telling me that they took kids from their duties, their missions, to go into a football field, not say a word, put paint on their hands and foreheads, and just...stand there? No, I can’t think about that scene for than one more minute without wanting to laugh.

Next, let’s talk about pacing. The movie went FAST! The run-time with credits is 1hr 45min, why did they rush everything then? That movie could have been amazing if they spent time world building, taken out the dumb scenes, and had the main actors actually learn stuff about each other. A 2hr 30min movie is pretty common these days, so it’s not like they thought that it was too long. I did not shed a single tear when Ruby took Liam’s memories. Why? Because I didn’t really care about them as a couple yet. In the books they spend, like, months together! The movie took place in.... a few weeks? Sorry Liam, you don’t love Ruby yet. Actually, you barely know Ruby. We get no information about Zu and Chubs at all. Chubs’s only purpose being to say kinda funny jokes, I guess. Zu is there to lead her to the van and then literally becomes pointless the rest of the movie. The main cast, other than Ruby, gets no exposition whatsoever, and by the end of the movie we are supposed to care about what happens to them, yet we don’t. Why should we? We don’t even know Chubs’s last name!

And finally, because I have already made this review freakishly long: Clancy. The worst character by far. In the books he is a troubled bad guy. He has some semblance of good in him, yet he doesn’t do the right thing. He’s basically Magneto. Correct me if I’m wrong, but in the books, it isn’t Clancy’s fault that the camp gets compromised. In the movie, Clancy has no reason to be the bad guy. He was tortured by the government and his father for years, and once they ‘cure’ him....he helps them? The movie wants me to believe that Clancy is helping those who tortured him for years. No. He is a villain just so the movie has a villain. We are given no reason for him to be the bad guy. Why would he compromise his own camp? What the hell was that harvest thing? Is this his first ‘harvest,’ or does he do this often? If he has done it before, how is he able to restart the camp? Do new kids show up to just Clancy by himself...and stay? That’s not suspicious at all! And okay this made me so mad, but Chubs wanted to leave because...they made him work. Chubs, of course you have to work! Nothing would get done if the kids didn’t have jobs! You can’t just sit around all day and do nothing! The camp couldn’t physically function!

The problem with this movie is that it shows you the ‘what’ and not the ‘why.’ Fans love this movie so much because they get to see their characters doing what they did in the books. People that haven’t read the books need an explanation as to what is happening and why! That’s why the reviews are so bad. They are lost. They are left wondering what was happening in the last scene, and by then the movie has moved on to the next. A good movie needs exposition, as to which this movie offers slim to none. I originally liked the movie so much because I got see Liam, Ruby, Chubs, and Zu doing shenanigans. My roommate had so many questions as to what was happening that he couldn’t like it. That’s why the movie was made for me, someone who has read the book. I don’t need the exposition, I know it already. That doesn’t make it a good movie. They need to accommodate it to people that haven’t read the book. Otherwise 90% of their audience will be lost, which is what happened.

The book is amazing, if you want to watch the movie, read the book first so you aren’t lost. I give the movie 2 stars, because a part of me still loves it because I did get to see my faves on the big screen. Thanks to @itsgalaxy29 and @kyrahchey for being willing to talk to me about it! If y’all wanna yell at me or share similar opinions, feel free to do so in the comments below. I love a good debate. pce.

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sockablock · 7 years ago

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VMZAU ft. Friends and Family

I touched on them a bit before, but here’s more on the wonderful NPCs and Guest Stars for the Zombie AU!

Taryon Darrington, who I touched on before; son of a prominent local figure and absolutely seedy bastard who runs off to Emon (he’s rich, he can afford that kind of thing) to write a novel and kill a bunch of zombies; gets in way over his head; eventually tries to “hire” Vox Machina to protect him and they sort of do that in a way; proves himself not to his father, but to himself; and when he gets kidnapped the Boner Squad follows him to Wildemount which is absolutely fraught with infected, you thought Tal’Dorei was bad well this is Ground Zero baby; eventually settles everything with his family; as mentioned before is followed around by a little trash-can sized robot named Doty, who is equipped with a First Aid Kit, Captain’s Log, and pistol; Tary is surprisingly good with computers and technology and that will absolutely come into play at a later date

Shaun Gilmore, as a boy received a scholarship from Emon’s prestigious Alabaster Lyceum—which had teamed up with the govt. to recruit students for the sciences—left his small hometown in Marquet to major in Cell Biology (and absolutely minored in Drama); because of strict travel regulations thanks to the virus and all that, hasn’t been able to get back home; graduated with high marks and was hired by the government to work towards a cure and due to his resourcefulness and appetite for adventure, was assigned to field research; in his spare time likes to mess around with chemistry and rumor has it in his sophomore year he got wildly drunk at a party and on a dare he disappeared for a while, came back with a crate of beakers, and proceeded to spend the next hour melting a hole through the floor of his buddy’s dorm room

Dr. Allura Vysoren, adjunct professor at the Lyceum and head of the field team; had been retired for a bit having already accomplished quite a bit already (see: Forbes 30 under 30) and was content to just keep teaching and maybe write a bit; old enough to remember life before the outbreak but young enough to not remember much about it; bumps into Vox Machina on the outskirts of Emon and makes a deal with them: they bring back Kima (”In that peculiar van of yours”) and she’ll get them into the city; is endeared and exasperated by the antics of the Gang, ends up being really good at using a gun

Lady Kima, acquired that nickname at a young age when she told a sneering older guy to “fight her,” to which he replied “a lady can’t fight,” to which she responded to by punching him in the throat and saying, “Yeah? Well this lady can, and so can the rest of us;” was originally from Westruun where she was part of the church of Bahamut; though spent a lot of her free time roughhousing and worked part-time as a bouncer; also in True Lesbian Fashion spent some time around the lumberyards and (like Grog) became rather handy with an axe; one day she decided to travel a bit, safety be damned, where she met up with Allura and Thordak Shenanigans (which I will probably get into later) ensued; was re-hired by Allura again in the current story to be be extra muscle for her and Gilmore’s team

Zhara Hydris, member of the Slayer’s Take, a Vasselheim-based “Extermination” Guild that claims to specialize in wrangling the living infected and killing off the dead ones; proud owner of a Troubled Past but still quite compassionate; despite a cold start quickly takes a liking to Vex and the two get up to Antics; also a deft hand with guns and gives Keyleth and Intro to Explosives as Scanlan looks on; first run-in with the Gang is shortly after Kraghammer, where they find out they accidentally messed with Zhara and Kashaw’s contract from that city’s officials and need to make it up to them

Kashaw Vesh, another trained field medic who recently joined up with the Slayer’s Take and was assigned to the Kraghammer mission with Zhara; Cannot Believe he has to deal with these assholes and has to get crammed into the van with them (”Z, why can’t we just walk?” , “When we can ride?”) ends up stabilizing Vex after her Close Call (tm) when the Vax revelation happens; looks like he can kill you and will kill you unless you happen to be one of the assholes he finds himself really liking against his wishes; kisses Keyleth and doesn’t regret it per say, but is sorry he stole it from her; also Good at Weapons

Dr. Dranzel, not a real doctor but absolutely a real musician; for some reason his violin is always in great condition despite the fact that he’s literally wandering through the wilderness all the time; does play music but absolutely also smuggles weapons and drugs; when Scanlan says “I got a guy,” this is the guy; is always happy to expand his troupe and it’s a miracle they haven’t died yet

Kaylie Shorthalt, daughter of Sybil and Some Asshat, finds Scanlan in a tavern in Emon and immediately challenges him to a musician-off; once the whole revelation thing happens she takes some time off to reconcile the asshole she meets vs. the asshole she always knew he was; eventually decides to give him a chance; when he leaves the group she goes with him; headstrong and Takes No Shit; absolutely not straight and nobody can convince me otherwise, I mean look at her dad for Pelor’s sake

I’m really tired so I probably missed someone important (like Cassandra, fuck, I’ll do her once I figure out more of what happens in Whitestone), but let me know if there’s anyone else that’s really important! As always, the tag is #VMZAU, and i am absolutely immersed in this story now

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Bills pick A.J. Epenesa has talent that isn’t debatable

2020 NFL Draft prospect A.J. Epenesa has first-round talent.

Retired defensive end Stephen White knows there isn’t much that makes Epenesa stand out athletically — yet, the Iowa pass rusher is anything but ordinary.

The Buffalo Bills selected A.J. Epenesa with the 54th overall pick in the 2020 NFL Draft. Here’s what Stephen White had to say about Epenesa ahead of the draft.

I would imagine opinions on Iowa defensive end A.J. Epenesa are going to vary wildly. The reason, quite frankly, is because there doesn’t appear to be anything all that “special” about him at first glance.

I don’t mean to sound harsh with that statement, but it’s the truth. He has good size at 6’4 and a listed weight of 280 pounds, but he isn’t the biggest or strongest guy you’ve ever seen. He has a decent get off, but nothing to write home about. His lateral quickness was fine, but I didn’t watch his tape and come away thinking he’d be breaking any short shuttle records at the combine.

In fact, when I look at his combine performance overall, he put up the kind of numbers I would expect from someone who possessed just above-average athleticism relative to his fellow prospects.

But, the more I watched his tape, the more plays I kept seeing him make. Then, I started tallying up all the damage he’d done in four games I watched: four sacks, 10 pressures, seven other hits on the quarterback, eight other one-on-one pass rush wins, and one pass knocked down at the line of scrimmage.

At that point, it was clear to me Epenesa is one of those prospects who you have to dig a little deeper on to really recognize their value on the next level.

What Epenesa does well: Swiper move

I will admit it did take me a little longer than usual to figure Epenesa out, but then it finally came to me when I changed the way I approached him as a player. Usually, I try to focus on individual traits or moves a defensive lineman uses to win on the field, and extrapolate whether those things will also work for him in the NFL. But with Epenesa, it turns out you have to look at his pass-rushing ability as a complete package.

Epenesa’s best edge move around the corner is his patented swiper move. He has really mastered the details of that move and can seemingly pull it out at any moment. His timing on tape with it was great, too. As soon as offensive linemen shot their hands at him, Epenesa used his swiper so violently that he was almost always able to swat those hands away before they could touch him.

He also finished those moves with a rip, which helped him to turn a tighter corner than he normally would have with just his athletic ability.

Those swiper moves were easily the flashiest part of Epenesa’s game. Just about every offensive lineman he faced had to have been on alert for that move, but they still caught hell when Epenesa was really humming.

There is one problem with the swiper move, however. The success of that move is intrinsically tied to whether or not an offensive lineman actually shoots his punch at Epenesa. If he does, then Epenesa is likely going to able to swat the lineman’s outstretched hands away.

While there is still a shortage of quality offensive tackles in the NFL, Epenesa is sure to go against some who know how to switch up when they shoot their punch and will be able to throw off his swiper move. There will even be a few who understand how to keep their hands back completely when they see him going for his swiper move, and instead just try to bear hug the pass rusher after he swats air.

But that’s where Epenesa’s second-best pass rush move comes into play.

What Epenesa does well: Long-arm move and arm-over

In addition to that swiper move, Epenesa has a nice array of power rushes, and his long-arm move in particular is one of the best you will see from a college prospect. That’s important because once he gets to the NFL where tackles tend to be a little more stingy with their punch, Epenesa will need a Plan B.

It doesn’t get much better than countering your swiper move with a long arm.

If he can continue to switch things up like that, I see no reason why Epenesa won’t be even more successful as a pass rusher in the pros.

The more I thought about it, the more sense this made to me: being able to use his power and his swiper move to keep an offensive tackle off balance could help Epenesa turn into a guy who is damn near unblockable three years down the road. I was even more convinced after I factored in the quick two-step arm-overs inside he was able to win with as a counter move, too.

Those three facets of his pass-rushing plan working together will eventually make life hell for any offensive tackle assigned to block him.

What Epenesa does OK: Defend the run

I believe with Epenesa’s size, he could easily pack on another 10 pounds or so and carry it well, so playing him inside full-time could be viable option if he comes out of the gate slow as an edge rusher. At the very least, being an interior pass rusher could be a way he gets on the field early if he doesn’t earn a starting role right away.

I don’t have a lot to say about Epenesa as a run defender, but not because I think he’s bad at it. I feel like he is a guy who can hold the point at the line of scrimmage and not get driven off the ball.

He showed good technique coming off and using his hands well to try to control the blockers, something aided by his long arms that measured over 34 inches at the combine. That’s why his 17 bench press reps are not the same as a guy who is built like a Tyrannosaurus rex. He is definitely plenty strong enough to at least be a decent run defender in the NFL.

At the same time, I only credited him with four tackles aside from those sacks in four games. I wouldn’t be expecting him to make a ton of them in the NFL. But, just like sacks, tackles don’t always tell the tale about how well a guy plays the run.

As far as dropping into coverage, Epenesa did do a little of that, and he was at least OK at it in the games I watched. I don’t think it’s a major selling point for him, however, aside from maybe using him as a spy inside from time to time. But with the speed this new generation of quarterbacks seems to have, I’m not sure how well he would match up with them in that role.

Where Epenesa can improve: Playing both sides

Now that I have established he has first-round talent, I can also point out some valid concerns about Epenesa’s game.

My biggest concern in projecting how Epenesa will do in the NFL is I only got to see him play on the right side of the defensive line. He did show some versatility by kicking inside as a three-technique pass rusher in definite passing situations quite a bit, but even then, he was always on the right side. It seems like there had to be a reason behind it, because I would have assumed at least once in four games Epenesa would’ve found a favorable matchup on the left side, at least on passing downs.

We don’t talk about this a lot, but there are pass rushers who feel a lot more comfortable on one side than the other. I know this because I was one of them until a few years into my NFL career. I had played almost exclusively on the right side at defensive end in college, so playing on left side at first felt like trying to sign my name left-handed.

Eventually I, like a lot of guys in the same situation, did get more comfortable playing on the other side, mostly because I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to stay in the league. Which is to say unless there is a physical issue preventing Epenesa from playing on the left — like the situation with another former Hawkeye defensive end, Adrian Clayborn — Epenesa should get to that comfort level eventually. That is especially true if he is drafted high and expected to play right away.

Epenesa’s NFL future: Underrated but productive

To sum it up, I definitely believe Epenesa is worth a first-round pick, even if he isn’t the best athlete testing-wise. He has legit pass-rush moves and a plan that will work on the next level as long as he continues to improve. If he goes in the first round, it will likely be because the team that took him largely ignored the testing stuff and focused on the film, which I personally would encourage.

I don’t think he’s a finished product anyway, but his floor as a prospect is just too good to ignore.

With the way he plays, I can see Epenesa starting off slowly until he gets a feel for the quicker speed of the game in the NFL. However, a few years down the road, I can also see him being a double-digit sack guy in the right system. That will be especially true if he is comfortable playing on the left side already and won’t have to adjust to that in the league.

I will note, again, that he has excellent potential as an interior pass rusher.

If a team needs a guy to come in and be a “savior” for their defensive line right away, I’d probably advise against taking Epenesa. But if there is a team with some talent up front and is just looking to add to it, then I think most could do a lot worse than drafting Epenesa this year.

But I do think there will be enough conflict between where different teams see his value that he could drop to late in the first round, or out of the first round altogether.

Always remember, it’s not where you start, but where you finish. Barring injury, I believe Epenesa is going to be a hell of a player no matter where he is ultimately drafted. At the same time, he may be one of those guys who is perpetually underrated because he makes a lot of plays without being that flashy.

That’s OK, though — flash doesn’t win games, production does. And Epenesa should have plenty of the latter by the time his career is all said and done.

Be sure to check out my other scouting reports on Chase Young, Jerry Jeudy, Derrick Brown, and Jedrick Wills Jr.

For the purposes of this breakdown, I watched Epenesa play against Iowa State, Michigan, Purdue, and Minnesota.

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ihateoldnavy-blog · 7 years ago

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