#and further away is my fresh farms

[keferon]

I stand by the belief that Drift/Deadlock and Hot Rod would be friends in any universe. Much to the terror of everyone else.

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Deadlock was loosing his mind.

Deadlocks face plates were starting to hurt from the strain of manually stopping himself from reflexively smiling. And why did he have an overwhelming compulsion to smile?

Because: This. Tiny. Minuscule. Absolute Fragging SPECK of a human was somehow radiating more emotion out of his EM field than any other mech that Deadlock has ever met in his life.

And what was that emotion?

"THIS IS THE COOLEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN IN MY FUCKING LIFE!"

Joy. Pure. Unfiltered. Unrestrained. And completely unreasonable levels of joy.

"RATCHET. RATCHET. HE'S SO COOL."

The mini nuclear reactor was currently shaking the medic by the shoulders, practically vibrating with unspent energy. Seconds ago, Hot Rod had seemingly slagging materialized next to him in an explosion of emotion that damn near knocked Deadlock on his aft. He was currently tempted to swat the little fragger halfway across the hangar to escape the onslaught of unexpected emotions except-

Ratchet had personally brought him in. Even now, the medics field remained calm and collected in the face of what to Deadlock felt like a fragging Sun. He kinda envied humans field numbness right now because it was definitely starting to screw with his processor.

Case in point, Deadlock had to take a click to refocus on what the squishes were talking about.

"No fucking way. Really?!"

“Yes, he really did take down those three quints near the wind farm by himself. Ate one of 'em too.”

"YOU EAT THEM?!?"

Deadlock was expecting disgust, but instead all he could feel was overwhelming awe. His resolve to remain aloof and detached was quickly beginning to crumble before the blast furnace of Hot Rods personality.

A manual override finally failed and Deadlock broke into a wide grin. At least he kept his fangs on prominent display. Equal parts smile and threat.

"Drink, actually."

Deadlock made a conscious effort to take on a more relaxed posture, one that would convey predatory pride and confidence.

"Dude. Dude. Dude."

Hot Rod held his hands to his face, leg rapidly bouncing up and down.

"YOU'RE A FREAKING ROBOT VAMPIRE FROM OUTER SPACE?!"

Before Deadlock could ask what a vampire was, Hot Rod had begun jogging away while screaming incoherently.

"What. What is happening?" Deadlock leaned towards his human, listening to Hot Rod get fainter as he rounded the corner of the hangar.

"About what I expected.” Ratchet grumbled, setting his hands on his hips.

“Roddy is intense as they come but he’s a damn good pilot and an even better friend."

Ratchet pointed a finger at Deadlock.

"Don't tell him I said that."

Hot Rod had become almost inaudible by now but was slowly gaining volume again.

"Right now kid, it's just been you and I. And trust me I enjoy the arrangement. But we can't fight every battle by ourselves. Sometimes you just need help. Sometimes,"

The screaming was quickly gaining decibels.

“You just need a friend.”

A friend.

Huh.

The scarred, defensive, self preserving part of Deadlock protested the thought of being pried open any further. Ratchet had started the process. But, c'mon. It's Ratchet. He scolded his inner self. Ratchet always left things stronger then before. So, maybe. Just a little bit. Deadlock could at least see what was so great about this squishy human.

The screaming returned to its initial volume as Hot Rod rounded the corner and mech. They were pretty sure humans normally breathed more often than that?

Hot Rod came to a stop before the two of them.

Finally gasping in fresh air. His field was absolutely roiling, pretty much all positive emotions but the screaming lap around the building had clearly vented a lot of energy.

"Can you turn into a bat?!"

Deadlock reset his optics, an idea spreading across his processor as he finally let his Em field reciprocate with giddiness and mischief.

Who cares if it's sparkling behavior? It’s fun. He told the Deadlock part of himself.

"Nope. But do you want to know what I can turn into?"

Hot Rod nodded so fast Ratchet looked concerned.

Che-che-chu-klunk.

Hot Rod started screaming again.

This time when when his EM field hit Deadlock he took it all in and reflected it right back. He revved his engine so loudly it shook the windows. Hot Rod was running and jumping in a tight circle around the two of them, radiating Joy Joy Joy Joy. Deadlock swore his field was even effecting Ratchet at this point from the way happy seemed to bounce between the three of them in various shades.

"Can we go for a ride?!"

Hot Rod had stopped by Deadlocks passenger side door. Rapidly looking between Ratchet and Deadlock, clearly uncertain who's permission to ask for.

"Well Doc, do you trust us not to get into trouble?" He wriggled his tires.

"You two? Staying out of trouble? Hell no."

Ratchet rubbed his chin the way he always did when he was trying to stop himself from smiling.

"But as long as you both come back in one piece and before dark... Well I don't see the harm."

Hot Rod gave his loudest "WOOP!" Yet. A feat in it of itself. A scrambled into Deadlocks cabin, forgoing the door entirely to throw himself bodily through the window.

They tore away from Ratchets hangar with a chorus of thanks and a spray of gravel.

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It was well after dark by the time the duo rolled into Ratchets hangar. Hot Rod stumbled out into a semi controlled summersault that left him spread eagle on the floor, laughing and panting. While Deadlock smoothly transformed and promptly rolled flat on his back in a similar state of delirium.

They had so much fun. He had so much fun.

When was the last time he'd ever felt like that?

When had he ever felt like that?

Ratchet was upside down frowning at him. No, wait. Smiling.

Happy. Fondness. Proud.

Love.

Deadlock cleared his vents and put a hand over his spark before his chest plates could do something very stupid.

Ratchet turned to the hot mess on the floor.

"I got the couch set up for you. Figured you're gonna stay the night."

Hot Rod stuck his arms straight up, palms open.

"Woo, sleepover!"

His field had finally simmered down to something like coals. A bone deep exhaustion that made Deadlock feel heavy by proxy.

They both gracelessly shuffled onto their respective resting arrangements, Ratchet taking the recliner after dimming all the lights.

Soon enough, all three were in recharge or asleep.

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Deadlock started out of recharge with tightly trained silence.

Something was wrong.

Threatened. Stressed. Afraid.

Deadlock seemed dead to the world still. But internally, his systems quickly synced to kill. A skill he had honed over many millennia of unsafe homes and attempted assassinations.

What surprised him was how he already mentally mapped out how to maneuver the humans into the safest location in a fight. Deadlock finally onlined his optics, casting the hangar in an amber glow. His processor clicked and Deadlock realized what was triggering his fight response.

Threatened. Stressed. Afraid.

Hot Rod.

Limbs twisted in fabric, face buried in the crook of the couch. Posture contorted. Breathing uneven. Field pulled in so tight it felt suffocating.

Deadlock loosely knew what a nightmare was.

Ratchet got them sometimes, though he wouldn't admit it until Deadlock made it clear the lack of context was freaking him out a little.

The way Ratchet explained it was that it was essentially a way for the brain to process excess information. Basically the same as defrag but with some weird human side effects because of course there were weird human side effects.

Like whatever was currently happening to Hot Rod.

From previous experience, nudging Ratchet awake usually resulted in a snort or other cut of vocalization. But if there was anything Deadlock had learned it was that Hot Rod did not do anything quietly.

Ratchet was still sleeping on his recliner, but there was a subtle shifting and a pinch to his face. Not a nightmare, Deadlock had learned the pattern, but something was bothering the medic and it threatened to wake him from his much needed rest.

Help.

The wave of desperate emotion spilled out like an overfilled cup.

Right, Hod Rods EM field was freakishly strong. It was restrained for now but Deadlock dreaded what it’d feel like if the dam broke.

He watched Ratchet stir again and. . . Wait.

Could humans pick up on EM fields?

Can’t a deaf mech still feel the vibrations of a song? Couldn’t a blind one still feel the warmth of the sun?

What if?

Deadlock moved as silently as death. Cupping a servo over the pilot. He stopped restricting his field and focused.

Calm.

Hot Rod made another almost vocalization. Like he was trying to yell without enough air.

Calm. Deadlock tried again. Comforting anyone was so, so far from his normal area of expertise. Did he even know what calm was supposed to feel like? What safe was supposed to be? He wracked his memories as Deadlock and abandoned that immediately.

Calm. Safe. Ratchet.

Okay. Deadlock didn’t know how to comfort someone, but Ratchet did. He focused his field again, this time on trying to mimic what he always felt from Ratchet as closely as possible.

Care. Fondness.

Deadlock vented slowly. It felt hollow coming from him. The new field was there but it was weak. Unsupported. Deadlock worried his lip with a fang. Hot Rod simmered.

He vented slowly. Deadlock opened the box at the back of his mind named Drift. He knew what he needed. Everything else could stay but he needed this one feeling. Just one.

The stars were out over Dead End. A brown out had swept the area, leaving everything in the dark. Drift didn’t know the sky could look like that.

The others were gathered around in silent awe. Nobody dared to break the spell. Tomorrow, everything would suck again. Scraping money for the next meal, the next hit, the next chance to live just a little longer.

But for a few fleeting moments, Drift was okay. They were all okay. Because the circles of light around Cybertron said so.

Peace.

Drift let the feeling fill his field. Calm and fondness meant something again.

He thought of his time with Ratchet and Hot Rod. Finding something new in himself.

Protect.

It was like smoke clearing all at once. Hot Rod exhaled deeply in his sleep, field going soft and gentle.

He kept it up, at some point his engine had started purring without him knowing. A pleasant white noise within the hangar. They were okay. Everyone he cared about was okay. He felt peace. Just for now. Just for them.

“Didn’t know you could do that.”

Ratchets voice was thick with sleep. One eye barely cracked to look at him.

“Me too.”

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Part 1

This is long and it’s getting late. Deadlock has an emotional breakthrough and Hot Rod dreams about I dunno, pancakes or something.

-SSTP

Infinitely entertained by the mental image of Ratchet trying to pick someone who he can trust but who will also get along with Kid. And then looking at Hot Rod and being like Yep. That one.

ALSO. Hot Rod having an EM field equivalent of a nuclear fucking reactor is just so👌👌👌 YES HE WOULD. ABSOLUTELY YES HAHAHKFNGM

I never get tired of reading about Roddy and Lock losing their last brain cells when they are together. Anon. Anon look at me. I LOVE YOU ANON. I WILL CHERISH THIS PIECE FOREVER IT BROUGHT ME THE UNMEASURABLE AMOUNT OF JOY THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT

[littlenightma]

Run, Rabbit, Run | Thomas Hewitt x Female!Reader (NSFW)

Author’s Note: *slams post button* Here you go, sluts *evil cackle*

Warning tags: Primal kink, chase kink, breeding kink, lots o’ smut.

The Texas sun kissed your sweat-soaked skin with a harsh pressure of a thousand blow torches. His heavy breathing and roaring of his chainsaw pushed you forward, to keep going no matter what stood before you, but the persistent throbbing between your legs teased the resilience of your rapidly depleting willpower.

Miles separated you from the farm house and separated you from the rest of civilization. Oceans upon oceans of rocky dirt, dying grass, and the occasional road kill were all that could be seen.

The radiating sun, which had been sitting proudly in the sky to the East, now sat lamely in the West beginning to hide beyond the horizon. The ivory moon would force away its suffocating heat, providing the barest of illumination, increasing your chances at escaping.

A small part of you wished the sun would stay out and light up the world just a little while longer.

“You’re so polite for someone your age. You remind me so much of my boy Thomas.”

“If he’s anything like you, ma’am, he has to be the sweetest boy around.”

He was a six foot tall mountain of muscle and power, running with the determination of a blood hound tracking the scent of a wounded animal. When you thought you had successfully outsmarted him by suddenly changing directions within the tall, golden thickets at the last second, he’d still be barreling after you, unphased, no further than he was before.

There were moments, fleeting as they were, but impressionable nonetheless, where he had been so close to getting a hold of you. So close, the slight breeze from his hand attempting to grab your hair raised your skin, sucking the breath from your chest as you narrowly dodge him.

And that made things even more thrilling.

His grunts of frustration were muffled by his mask and the tight curve of his bottom lip. The lip jutted out awkwardly and looked as if it had been stung by a bee the way it was swollen.

Deformed.

And this deformed man was coming after you.

To him you were an outsider. A pest that needed eradicating. Even though his Mama willingly invited you into their home, he made you feel as if you were trespassing anyway. He wanted to kill you then and you were sure as shit he wanted to now, probably more than ever seeing how you keep escaping him.

She’d had asked him to keep you alive so assuming that he’d follow through with her request, your life would be spared, but for what sick reason? Would death be more lenient than what they had planned for you?

Of all days for your tire to blow out…

“Here he comes now,” said the woman, smiling expectantly as the basement door opened and out from the darkened staircase came Thomas.

The boy, no man, stood protectively behind the older woman. He placed his hands on her shoulders, watching you with narrowed eyes that were partially covered by a curtain of black, curly hair. To you, they looked like snakes ready to strike, and so did he.

His nose and lower half of his face was covered by a worn, leather mask that wrapped around the base of his head with thick straps. It looked uncomfortable to wear as it was was to look at.

He was not pleased to see a stranger sitting in his living room and you wanted to sink deeper into the faded couch and disappear. Maybe if you pushed against the cushions hard enough.

A muffled scream came from the basement. Luda Mae glanced up at her son then back to you. Your back straightened.

“What was that?”

She smiled, yet it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Nothing, dear.”

Again, the basement door opened, and out came a man in a Sheriff’s uniform. Fresh blood splattered across his chest and arms, trickling down as he sauntered his way into the room.

“Who in the hell is this pretty thing?”

Time slowed down and so did your breathing. All three had you pinned with various stares ranging from curiosity, understanding, and searing contempt. You weren’t going to risk it. You jumped from the couch and hauled ass out the door, leaving a trail of dust behind.

“Son of a bitch,” said Hoyt. “Boy, go get her before she causes us any trouble.”

Luda Mae grabbed Thomas’ hand. “Keep this one alive, baby. She’ll be good one to have around.”

Thomas wanted to argue his Mama’s odd request, but the sweet smile she gave him and the gentle way she held his hand made him reconsider. He didn’t want her, that’s for damn sure, but whatever his Mama wanted, she’d get.

In the midst of your recollection you realized it was ominously quiet behind you. Peering back, he was no longer running after you. I’m fact, he wasn’t there at all.

You spun around, eyes frantically searching the desolate landscape. He didn’t just vanish into thin air, not a man of his size, yet he had. The weeds danced and suddenly parted, revealing him on all fours as he pushed himself off the ground, propelling into you with a gut-wrenching force, knocking you onto your back.

His full body weight had you pinned, flattening the dry brush beneath you. His barrel-chest heaved and his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing. As frightened as you were, a strange sense of relief washed over and the instinct to raise your hips overtook you.

He tried moving away, but your legs locked him in. You awkwardly shimmied your shorts down and he watched you. His anger dissipated, replaced by hunger the more of your thighs he saw.

You captured his curious gaze, “Look how wet you made me.”

Your hand reached down and massaged your aching pussy through your sodden underwear. You were a mess, physically and mentally, and if you didn’t get fucked soon you were going to go rabid.

“Thomas, please. Don’t make me beg for it. You know what I want.”

Hearing his name revved him up like an engine. He could practically smell you through his mask. Your pussy glistened beneath the moonlight and he was more than willing to comply. With one hand still around your throat, he used the other to hastily unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

He roughly pushed your soaked panties aside and thrusted roughly inside you with a loud grunt. It was swift and had you not been as wet as you were you knew it would have hurt more than it did. You gasped and cried out, pounding your fist to the ground. He fucked you like an animal. It was exactly what you’d been yearning for and if felt so fucking good to finally get it.

His hips bucked with a mighty strength, sending you backwards every time. It made it hard for him to keep himself inside you without having to adjust his position. He scooped you up like a rag doll and pinned you against a tree, folding you between it and his body. The change in position was too much as the angle allowed him to reach new depths inside you, hitting spots you never knew you had, sending you over the edge.

Your climax arrived so suddenly that it left you silently shaking and clinging to Thomas. Your pussy clamped down like the jaws of a lion and he growled, spilling his seed inside you from the tightness.

He laid you both down on the ground with your back to him. You took the time to catch your breath and settle down, but Thomas had other plans. He raised your top leg in the air, spreading you wide and began pumping again.

“Slow, Thomas. I’m really sore.”

Not thinking he’d actually do as you asked, you were surprised at the gradual way he eased his thick cock back into your pussy, keeping a close eye on your face. Although you were too spent to cum again, you nestled back against his chest and idly enjoyed his thrusts.

“Just like that, Thomas. Oh…”

His head was right there and the temptation to kiss him was too good to pass up. Soft lips met his through the mask and he jerked back, stopping his movements altogether.

“God, don’t you stop, Thomas. Your cock is too good. Come back here.”

You wrapped an arm around his head and he let you bring him back down. This time he kissed back, licking and sucking your lips like they were made of chocolate. You were in absolute bliss, not thinking clearly, lost in a haze of euphoria.

With his mouth full of you and you full of him, he groaned a guttural sound that didn’t sound quite human. Your pussy took his second load with open arms, milking every last bit of him he had left to offer. You broke the sloppy kiss to watch his cock pulse and his balls twitch, finding it super erotic.

His cock left you open and wide. You clenched your walls and streams of his fresh cum gushed out. You swiped some and brought it to your lips with Thomas watching in clear fascination. You then offered your finger to him.

He titled his head and inspected the leftover fluid. After some time of pondering his tongue tentatively flicked out, considering the taste, then placed your entire finger in his mouth. He sucked until there was nothing left to suck except the saltiness of your skin.

Using the tree as a support, you carefully maneuvered up. Everything was sore, from your head down to your hips and the simple task of bending down seemed impossible. In an oddly sweet gesture, Thomas gathered your shorts and helped you put them back on.

“You know,” you began, eyes twinkling mischievously, “It’s a long way back to the house. Who knows what could happen on the way there.”

Thomas made a sound caught between a chuckle and a scuff. He watched you strut away, eyes glued to your bouncing ass.

His Mama was right. You were worth keeping around.

[star-wrote]

Georgia Peach

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader | Farm Era

A/N: this is for @ghostboneswrites2 summer challenge!! my first time ever participating in a challenge, and i had so much fun! i obviously chose the peachy prompt hehe. daryl writers! you should join this here! deadline is august 31st :)

Warnings: slightly suggestive, reader has a southern accent, suggestively eating a peach?, mentions of walkers, mentions of death by walkers.

Word Count: 760

(peach divider from @strangergraphics )

The Georgia sun was known to create a wet heat that sticks to your skin if you go outside for more than a second. Your mama always said that the sun is fond of the softest skin. The amount of times you’ve gotten sunburnt growing up proved your mother’s words to be true.

A lot has changed since last summer. The part you miss the most was your mama rubbing aloe on your sunburnt cheeks. She wasn’t around anymore. None of your family was. You blame the biters for that.

You had to run from your farmhouse when it got taken over by the freaks. Luckily, your friend Maggie and her father, Hershel took you in on their farm. You had to work to earn your keep, but it was the amount of chores you were used to at your old home.

Another thing that has changed since last summer is the amount of people you live with. A new group had come looking for refuge on the farm a couple of days ago, and the front yard was scattered with tents of strangers.

Strangers were conflicting to you. Your daddy had the idea that you could never be too cautious around strangers, but your mother always treated strangers with kindness and warmth. Well, you always have been your mother’s daughter.

The first morning with the group, you had woken up at sunrise to go pick fresh peaches for everyone. You knew that they had spent some time on the road and had probably gone without the taste of a fresh Georgia peach for some time. Seeing the smiles on their faces after they bit into the ripe fruit made a sense of pride swell up in your chest. You made it a habit to bring them peaches every morning.

There was one man who had yet to take one of your peaches. Daryl, you heard someone call him. He seemed to be on the same schedule as you; running off into the woods every morning while you were out picking peaches. He always comes back home around dusk and goes straight to his tent, (which was further from the rest) skipping on socializing with the group.

You asked a woman named Carol about him. She told you that no matter what the group says about him, she knows that he’s a good man since he spends every day looking for her daughter. When you asked what the group says about him, she just shook her head and said “all kinds of nasty things.”

You took that as a hint to be weary around the mysterious man… but that didn’t mean he didn’t need one of your peaches.

This morning, you had decided to wake up before Daryl in order to catch him before his search. Hearing the song that the birds were singing, you started humming as you filled your basket with the juicy fruit. You saw Daryl in the distance, coming out of his tent with his crossbow slung over his shoulder, so you made your way over to him.

He eyed you as you approached him and stopped about five feet away from him.

“You’ve been missin’ out on my peaches.” You say to him with a smile.

He didn’t say anything as he took in the lacy dress and hair bows that you were wearing.

“Well?” You held the basket up. “Do ya want one?”

He stayed put as he gestured to your appearance. “Ya always go out here in that? Ain’t exactly practical.”

You bring the basket back down to your side and smirk while looking at his exposed arms that were starting to sweat in the morning heat. “Don’t exactly need practical when I’ve got big, strong men around here.”

He looks at the ground and brings his thumb up to his teeth to chew on the skin there.

“Look,” you start, “I’m just doin’ my part around here and making sure y’all have somethin’ sweet.”

He meets your eyes again and drops his thumb from his mouth. Daryl walks up to you, only stopping when you’re face to face. “Well ain’t you just a peach.”

He grabs a peach from your basket and bites into it in front of you. Some of the orange colored juices start to drip down his chin, but he wipes them with his fingers and sucks them clean.

As he walks away, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. Daryl Dixon was going to become a problem that you just can’t resist.

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

Hannibal Dash Simulator Season 2

🔍iwishididn'thaveatwin reblogged

🐈‍⬛team-sassy-science

Me and @ autopsyguy going to get some drinks after work.

@ teamsassyscience Why wasn't I invited? And who took that picture?

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#friends #who i will forgive for not inviting me drinking this one time

🌸flowers-in-bloom reblogged

I know this is a stretch, but has anyone seen my dog? He keeps running away and I haven't gotten the chance to microchip him because of this. If you see him, he answers to Winston, and my address is on his collar (he's the one on the upper left, this is the only picture I have).

🌸flowers-in-bloom

Never mind. I found him. Thank you to everyone who tried to help. He is now microchipped.

🌸flowers-in-bloom

Winston ran away again. The microchip is not 100% accurate, so please, if you see him, let me know. I'm afraid he might get hit by a car or attacked by a wild animal.

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🔍iwishididn'thaveatwin

Okay, something happened at work, and I am currently OBSESSED. Just have to share this with you guys. This article is the best. I set up the link, so just click the picture.

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Petition to save local songbird habit from complete destruction

Local Baltimore City Council Sheldon Isley brokered a deal several years ago to turn the habit of endangered songbirds into a parking lot. Recently, there have been discussions going on further developing what little remains of these birds' home. More information and links below the cut.

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Just LOOK at him.

🦅lonesome-hawk

Yes, I know he's on trial for murder. But if you had been following the trial like I have, you would know he's being framed. Now shut up and leave me alone. I'm disabling comments.

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🌸flowers-in-bloom

😶‍🌫️Anonymous asked:

Aren't those @ dogsandflyfishing's dogs?

Yes, they are. I am taking care of them for him while he is unable to.

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The REAL story of Will Graham and how his peculiar mind works, and how he was tragically framed to be the infamous Chesapeake Ripper.

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🐻prehistoric-predator

I'm partial to the Cave Bear myself, but a Dire Wolf is also a good choice. Before you vote, I've got some studies and info in the link below and some general information so you can make informed decision.

I'm curious to see what you guys think; I'm having to make a really tough decision right now.

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Lomo Saltado

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🐕dogsandflyingfishing

Everyone who is asking about Buster in the last picture I put up, he is okay. He got on the wrong side of a wild animal, which happens from to time when you live in a rural area. He needed stitches, but he will be fine. Stop accusing me of mistreating my dogs.

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😷autopsyguy

I've been going through a hard time lately. A friend of mine recently passed, @ teamsassyscience, and I've been thinking about her a lot. Two other friends of mine, @ dogsandflyfishing and @ flowers-in-bloom, along with my boss, are currently in the hospital and things don't look good. I'm really worried

Not what any of you wanted to hear, but I just needed to vent and didn't know where else to do it.

Here's to Beverly, and hoping that Will, Alana, and Jack pull through.

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EXCLUSIVE!

A Red Dinner

Today, the entire city of Baltimore was rocked by the shocking revelation that renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, is indeed the true Chesapeake Ripper. According to sources, Lecter very nearly took the lives of three people, and killed a third. Will Graham, once accused himself of being the Ripper. Dr. Alana Bloom, his lover. And Special Agent Jack Crawford of the FBI, a man Lecter has worked with closely in recent months. The one victim who was DOA is reportedly none other than Abigail Hobbs, who has been assumed murdered for months now, previously by none other than Will Graham. And what's more, it turns out he isn't just a serial killer, he is a cannibal as well.

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[katiemay-025]

Cabin in the Woods

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Summary: After the rebellion you decide to move to District 7 to be with Johanna and help her through her hydrophobia.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: y/n/n = your nickname, mdni, mentions of hydrophobia, swearing, brief nudity, blood. a/n: getting tired of searching tumblr for Johanna Mason fics and not finding any new ones so I wrote one myself.

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The train pulled into the station and when the doors open, you’re greeted by the fresh smell of pine and the thick misty clouds. It had been a months since Katniss shot Coin and the victor’s were whisked away back to their district. You were from District 10, and used to live and breathe on the farm where you raised the cattle and horses. After months without a caretaker, some of them hopped the fence but most of them died.

There wasn’t much to rebuild in District 10 so you decided a change of scenery would be nice. More than anything, you wanted to see Johanna in District 7. You wanted to see how she was doing considering she refused any more help from the doctors. So here you were standing at the District 7 platform with a small pack of clothes on your back.

Finnick gave you her address and directions to her house since he’d been there for the victory tour as the mentor for the 72nd Hunger Games. When you had won during the 66th year, Johanna hadn’t had a house yet in Victor’s Village.

Making your way through the town was easy, most people far and wide had gone to The Capitol to see Snow’s execution, they were all still trickling back. The almost ghost town didn’t bother you, but a ghost house did. At first you weren’t sure if you had the right house but then you saw the horse figurine half carved from its stake and the many other figurines. As far as you knew none of the other victors had their talent as woodcarvings.

This was definitely Johanna’s house but it was as barren as when you had came home to your house. Musty and a layer of dust caking everything. Unsure of where she could have gone, you went back to the town where a few people were moving the logs around to help with the rebuilding. Someone must know where she went so you asked around. “Hey have you seen Johanna Mason? She’s a few inches taller than me, with brown spikey hair and brown eyes. She also permanently glares at everything.”

“Oh yeah the victor, she comes into town twice a week for food supplies.”

“She’s not at her house?”

“No she’s out west past the tree farms doing god knows what.”

“Okay thank you.”

All you had to go off of was Johanna was past the tree farms. The farms looked bad, the ground was uneven, the trees were uprooted and some of them had a chunk of the trunk blasted out, District 7 must’ve rebelled here, mirroring District 10 and the main work places.

At the end of the grid of trees, there was a trail between the bushes, at the start you found tracks that led further into the forest. It took another 30 minutes before you heard wooden logs tapping against each other.

Johanna was 10 feet in the air hanging with her legs wrapped around the tree and using the back end of her axe to hammer in the final frame log for her… whatever she’s building.

“So this is where Johanna goes after the war.” You say grabbing her attention.

“You know damn well why, I fucking hate that mansion.” she said swinging down to the roof of the cabin she built below the platform. “How did you find me?”

“Oh you know, I asked for directions and the guy sent me this way to follow angry gremlin tracks.”

Johanna rolled her eyes. “I have an axe in my hand right now.”

“You’re not a threat to me Mason. I can spit on you and you’d go into shock.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffed. It was mean yes, using her fears against her but Johanna needs the reality check and from experience, she takes you more seriously when you don’t coddle her.

“No. You can’t sweep it under the rug Johanna. Not this time, I won’t let you. It starts just like this, not showering, avoiding the rain. Soon it’ll turn to you not staying hydrated and I’m not letting you die.”

“So what? You’re going to stay here until I get better?”

“If that’s what it takes.” You felt it first, the cold drop of water on your hand. “Let’s go inside, you can give me a tour.” You offer your hand towards Johanna and she pushes it out of the way as she walks around the cabin to the front door. You see the hair on her neck stand followed by heavy breathing. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the door tripping on the steps of her porch and ramming into the door.

You winced watching her in pain so you moved to help her. As soon as you touched her shoulder she knocked it away again. “I’m fine!” She shouted. You could hear the pitter patter as the rain hit the leaves above you. You felt more drops on your head and looked up to feel them on your face. You loved the rain and if Johanna wasn’t going to accept your help, you’d at least enjoy it.

You reached your arm towards the sky smiling at the cool misty air. You hopped from the porch and ran circles around the tree spinning through the forest like a fairy. In the floor, you collected the pine needles and threw them into the air with a giggle, but you quickly turned your head to Johanna who sat with her back towards the door and her knees pressed to her chest.

The rain wasn’t getting to her because of the overhang but you saw the glistening under her eyes. Blood ran down her nose as well and watching her was like that 17 year old girl who cried through her reaping and her interview. Only this time it was real. You quickly stopped your dance and walked over to her, ignoring the squelching in your shoes. You crouched down out of arms reach from her. You wanted to hold her but you knew it would send her into a deeper madness because of your wet clothes.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you get to go out and dance in the rain and I can’t.” She whined. “District 7 is a rain forest, it rains majority of the days here and I can’t even step off my porch.”

“You’re right it’s not fair, but like I said, I’ll be here and I’ll help you every step of the way. One day we’ll be able to dance together in the rain.”

“It’s stupid. I know you’re fine but I-“

You waited for her to continue but her voice died out. “It’s not stupid Johanna. It’s completely understandable.” You reached your hand out to catch the rain and held it out towards Johanna. “Baby steps. If you wanna poke the water, go ahead. If not I’ll just sit here.”

This was a tactic to get the horses to trust you with a brush, holding the item in your hand and letting them feel the bristles of the brush for themselves before you grooming their hair. Johanna crawled to sit next to you. You heard her sniffling and saw her fingers shake when she brought it up. You never moved letting her dip her finger in the pool of your palms. “I can do this. It can’t hurt me.” She said to herself before plunging her finger in the water.

Johanna looked up at you like a child looking for approval and you returned a beaming smile. Your cheekbones rose high to turn your eyes into crescent moons. In all honesty you were proud she at least retained some things the doctor in District 13 taught her, like positive self motivation.

It seemed to click for Johanna that she actually touched water from the first time since The Block. “It’s a start. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Johanna let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding as she looked into your eyes. If you weren’t here, she’d have hid under her bed until who knows when, but in your presence, it was like a protection. Through everything you had gone through, you were still the same caring and patient y/n she knew.

“I’m going to change before I start catching a cold.” You stood up stripping off your jacket. The cold water seeping down your back and you left it next to the door.

“If I see any water inside I’m strangling you.”

You shook your head as you stripped off the rest of your clothes turning to an all too smug Johanna. “Happy?”

“Very.” She said checking you up and down. “It’s like your horses and the apples you give them when they do a good job. I touch water and you get naked as a reward.

You laugh at her comparison. You couldn’t even be mad at her, after all, you did treat her like a horse a couple minutes ago. If this was going to help her then you wouldn’t mind.

“Okay. I can do that only in private though. I am not getting naked at the market, when you run your hand through the produce sprinklers.”

“That’s better for me then. I get you to myself.” She opened the door and let you go in. As you stepped into her cabin in the woods, you felt a hand squeeze the skin on your butt and snapped your head towards her, her name on the tip of your tongue. Johanna threw her head back laughing at your reaction before walking past you and bumping her hip with yours. "Make yourself some tea, I've got tea bags and pine needles. Collect your own water though. I'll get you some towels and clothes to dry off."

What a day, from being on a train to getting naked in the middle of the forest. No matter what though, you were glad that the day was ending in the presence of Johanna Mason. After putting on her clothes, because you stupidly left your pack in the rain, the two of you cuddled under a blanket and enjoyed the warmth of the crackling fire.

[misslavenderlady]

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 15

Summary: Michael and David have been thoroughly enjoying their time as a couple. But while they do have plenty of loved ones that support them, there may still be quite a few intense challenges to overcome.

Full credit to @silvermaplealder for the gif of David and Michael!

TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse and mental health/stress

Heyyyyy....so uh.....it's been a year. Whoopsie. I genuinely am sorry to keep everyone waiting. This past year has been a rollercoaster of events. I hope you understand and still welcome my fic with this update 💜

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To be with your one, true love was something that only a few lucky souls in the world got to experience. Whether someone found their happiness with a romantic partner, a platonic friend, or a loving family, it was true bliss to be with the person you cared most about. David knew he had found that kind of love when he had crossed paths with his boys long ago.

But Michael? This was an entirely different feeling. Something fresh and exciting and full of hope. Michael was the first person he wanted to see when he awoke after sunset, and the one he would kiss farewell before hiding away from the sunrise. What made their newfound love even sweeter was the fact that he could tell Michael felt the same way. 

For the first couple of weeks after they made love together, David would occasionally peek into Michael's mind, ever-so curious as to whether or not the cowboy was still pleased with their relationship. It made his heart soar whenever he heard thoughts of joy, adoration, and occasional lust. 

Though as the season shifted from summer into autumn, David found no use in his vampire tricks any longer. He didn't need to pry into Michael's mind to understand him. It was far easier to notice when the brunet wanted something or was enjoying their time together. It was interesting, and certainly not unwelcome. Change could be a good thing, and Michael was proof of that.

And he had full intentions of enjoying every moment they shared together. Tonight was one of those times.

“You really trust me enough to be here for this?”

“‘Course I do! Don’t you worry yourself, alright?”

Michael had his hand fully grasped around David’s, eagerly guiding him to the barn on the Emerson property. As per usual, they had just finished enjoying a filling, delicious dinner made from scratch by Lucy. Now Michael was ready to wrap up some chores around the place before spending the night having fun. 

Usually, David would take the opportunity to sneak away with the other boys in order to find and drain a victim. Lucy knew how to keep their bellies full, but they still relied on the taste of fresh blood to keep their vampiric powers going strong. But this time was a bit different. Michael had asked David to join him for one particular task he had to do. Something that was incredibly important, according to him. 

“I think you’re really gonna like this, David,” Michael assured him with a bright smile. “It’s one of my favorite things to do ‘round here.”

David’s curiosity grew with each step as they walked further into the barn, the sound of hay crunching under their boots filling his ears all the while. It was the only thing he heard until a second, much louder sound surprised him.

“MOOOOOOOO”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to hear the noise of a farm animal in a place like this, but what truly caught the vampire off guard was hearing a bold noise come out of a small creature. 

Standing in one corner of the barn was a little calf. A fluffy coat of black and white fur, a shiny, wet snout, and a swishing tail. She seemed to perk up at the sight of the two boys, as if it knew they were there to give her plenty of attention. Michael giggled at such a sight. 

“Yeah yeah, I know, girl,” Michael said. “You know what’s comin’, dontcha?”

The cowboy leaned down to get on the little cow’s level, giving her a nice scratch under her chin as a greeting. Her big, brown eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned into his hand more, no doubt enjoying the sensation. While he kept petting her, Michael turned his gaze back to David.

“This little lady is Cookie! She’s a Lineback. Sam and I picked her up at an auction across town last week!” he explained. “She’s spoiled rotten ‘cause of how plum cute she is~”

You’d have to be an absolute monster not to melt at the sight of such a sweet little creature. And that was saying something, since David technically was such a thing. He softly smiled at the calf, kneeling down to meet her at eye level. She was still a bit spooked, backing up suddenly when he moved towards her. A twinge of guilt ran through him at the sight. 

“Aww don’t feel bad, David! She’s just a little shy when it comes to meetin’ new people,'' Michael assured him. “Besides, you’ll become her best friend once you give her this.”

Michael reached into a bag he had brought along for their trip. It took no more than a moment for him to fish out exactly what he needed. In his hand, he held a large, rectangular plastic bottle with a thick, white liquid sloshing around inside. A rubber nipple was secured at the end of it, much like a baby bottle. 

“She’s still bein’ bottle fed. I do this a couple times a day. Since she doesn’t have her mama, this’ll be how she gets big and strong,” he explained, giving the bottle a light shake. Cookie’s eyes widened at the sight while her tail swished around some more. The two boys giggled at the sight of her excitement. It was like seeing a dog wag its tail when being offered a treat. 

Michael gave David a smile as he held out the bottle for him to take. “Why don’t you try feedin’ her?”

“Well, I’ve never done this before, so I may need some help so that I don’t look like an idiot,” David admitted. 

“No worries! It’s a lot easier than ya think!”

After giving him some pointers on how to position the bottle and how to get her to latch on, Michael stood back in order to let David do his thing. Careful to follow the advice given, David allowed Cookie to come up to him and take a drink at her own pace. Sure enough, she became a lot more friendly with him once she got a taste of the milk. 

A bright smile spread across his face as he watched the calf drink. Michael was right when he said it was easier than he realized. She snorted and gulped, noisily taking as much milk as she wanted. He had to admit, it was quite precious. It really felt like he was bonding with the little creature. 

That was, until she pulled away and pushed her head against the bottle, causing it to slam against his leg. 

“Ow! What was that for?”

Michael let out an amused laugh, clearly enjoying seeing David get flustered by a baby animal. 

“She’s nudging! When calves are around their mothers, they do that to the udders as a way to get more of the milk to come out. But since it’s just you with a bottle, she thinks the same thing will happen ‘cause she doesn’t know the difference. Hurts like a bitch, don’t it?”

“It’s a good thing she’s cute. Otherwise, I’d have to scold her,” David said with a smirk. Cookie’s ears fluttered while she went back to work on drinking her milk. 

The two of them enjoyed more of Cookie’s feeding time, encouraging her and cooing at how adorable she was. The little cow was practically eating up the attention the same way she was eating up her meal. By the time she was finished with the bottle, the fur on her chin was soaked with milk. She seemed quite pleased with herself. 

“Atta girl,” Michael said. He took a rag from the same bag he had carried the milk in order to clean up the mess all around her face. Just as she did before, she tried to nudge Michael’s hand. “Sassy lil’ thing.”

“And definitely a daddy’s girl. She’s gonna miss you if you go back to school, Michael.”

The brunet let out a snort and a hearty laugh at such a comment.

“Hell nah, I ain’t goin’ back to school! I graduated a year early back in Texas. I ain’t doin’ more of that shit. Let Sammy deal with all that. I’ll stay here with my lil’ buddies,” he laughed, giving Cookie a playful rub behind the ears. 

The blond leaned up against one of the walls of the barn, letting out a sigh of relaxation while his boyfriend took care of Cookie. It put him at ease seeing Michael working hard. He did so much for his family and all the animals on their farm. Considering he used to only value partying hard and spilling blood, it was comforting to see someone who cared about doing things for others without expecting something in return.

“I don’t know how you do it,” David said.

“Whatcha mean?”

“I mean, I don’t know how you do all of this! How you take care of animals, do all the chores, take on a bunch of hard labor, and then still have time and energy to do stuff with me and the boys. Honestly, you’ve got a crazy amount of stamina. How do you do it?”

Michael pondered over David’s words. He stayed quiet for a moment, reflecting on them as he finished up with Cookie. He let out a tired sigh as he sat down in the hay and let the calf snuggle up on his lap.

“Honestly? I don’t really know myself,” he admitted. “It’s actually a lot more exhaustin’ than I make it look, David.”

It wasn’t an answer that David had been expecting. Growing curious, he stopped his leaning so that he could kneel down and be more at Michael’s eye level. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, wordlessly asking what the human’s response meant. Michael gave him a sheepish smile, realizing he couldn’t take back his choice of words. 

“Between you, me, and Cookie, I take on as much as I possibly can because I don’t know how long I’ll get to do this.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s like this: I’m the man of the house in the eyes of my mama. Sure, Grandpa’s still kickin’ but he ain’t no spring chicken. He needs my help with so much ‘round here. You weren’t here for it, but he nearly threw his back out just carryin’ some horse feed. He needs me, especially ‘cause Mama’s worried about him.”

Michael’s smile slowly faded as he spoke. The calf he held nuzzled up against him, enjoying being held as he spoke. Michael gently pet her, letting her relax into his hand. He always felt better around the animals. 

“I don’t mind helpin’ out. I care about my family. I want to look after them. But…I don’t wanna miss out on life while I’m young. It feels like….I dunno…like jugglin’, I guess. I wanna go wild, drink myself stupid, do some partyin’, go on adventures. But someday I’m gonna have to grow up. Maybe settle into some work for other farms to make more money. Get Sammy what he needs when he goes to college someday. Make sure Mama doesn’t have to work. There’s just so much to do in so little time…”

David’s eyebrows creased, and he frowned as he listened to Michael. In all the times he listened to the boys' thoughts, he never heard such things in his head. It was almost as if Michael was trying to act and not think. He pushed his thoughts and feelings aside so he could just focus on what was in front of him. It made David wonder just how long his boyfriend had been carrying around such burdens. Never acknowledging the work. 

“What about you, Michael?” David spoke up. “You keep talking about your family, but what about the stuff you want?”

“I already do the stuff I want!” Michael tried to assure him. “Every night we go ridin’ or raise a little hell on the boardwalk or even havin’ our jam sessions is always fun. I honestly haven’t felt so happy since the move.”

He carefully moved the hand that wasn’t petting Cookie in order to reach out and grab David’s hand. Out of a reflex, David immediately intertwined their fingers together. He never got tired of doing that.

“And you. I get to be with you, David. Every second we’re together makes me forget I even got troubles. You keep me in the moment. Don’t make everything feel so rushed.”

David softly smiled at the kind words Michael shared. He brought the human’s hand upward so that he could kiss the back of it. All the while, he ran his thumb over Michael’s knuckles. 

“I feel the same way, Cowboy,” he sighed. “I’d do anything to make you happy. I just….want to take away all those troubles you have. Life is meant to be savored, not rushed through. You deserve to enjoy all the stuff you like and not have to carry the pressure of your family.”

Not satisfied with just the smooch on his hand, Michael grabbed hold of David’s shirt, tugging him closer so that they could share a proper kiss. He giggled as he pressed his lips, enjoying the familiar scent of David’s cigarettes on his skin. When they broke apart, David had a grin of his own. 

“Carryin’ these things is my burden, darlin. As long as I’ve got you in my life, I’ll be just fine.”

“Well, I’ll still help when I can. We all will,” David assured him. 

Michael smirked at him, amused by such promises. Even if David was true to his word, he found it cute to see this bad boy turn into a loyal farm hand. 

“And if you just so happen to change your mind about all this work and just….I dunno….want to run away together and become a country and rock music duo and have a home of our own back in your hometown, I would absolutely go along with it.”

The human boy burst into a fit of giggles. Clearly such a specific scenario had been playing around in David’s mind for sometime. He really was crazy about that guy. 

“You’re too sweet, y’know that, Huckleberry?” 

“Only for you, Cowboy~” 

The two of them were so close and eager to share another kiss together. But as they leaned in to do it again, they were rudely interrupted by the fussy little cow on Michael’s lap.

“Mooooo!!!”

“You are such a drama queen,” Michael playfully scolded Cookie. “You’re not the only one that gets affection ‘round here, missy. Learn to share.”

David watched in amusement as Michael got back on his feet and hoisted the fluffy calf into the air. He followed the lead and stood back up as well, dusting off the hay and dirt from his beloved jacket. One of these days, he’d ask Michael to loan him some proper work clothes to wear around the farm. Or at the very least, he’d swipe them off some sucker after a hunt. 

Speaking of hunting, he hadn't heard from the boys yet. Usually, one of them would let him know when they were cleaning up after feeding. Had they not found a good meal yet?

“Michael, do you mind if I go looking for the boys? I'd love for them to meet Cookie too.” 

“Absolutely! The more the merrier,” Michael said. “Just do me a favor and take the bag and the bottle back inside. I'll put everything away once I'm done with the other animals.” 

With a quick nod and another peck, David was off for the Emerson house. He twirled the bag around his wrist as he followed the path to the back porch. Before he cut through the hall in order to get to the kitchen, something caught his eye in the dining room. 

“Oh! Hey, Sam!” 

Sitting in a chair at the dining table was the younger Emerson brother. Across the table were a variety of textbooks, looseleaf paper and composition notebooks. Sam was deep in focus, hunched over his work, with a pencil tapping in between his fingers. He barely gave David a glance as he read over his notes. 

“Wow! Better lower the enthusiasm before you break a blood vessel!” David said sarcastically, ready to leave the kid alone since he was clearly in a mood. 

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh on him. He and Michael already messed with him enough with their pranks and roughhousing. David turned back around and softened his expression a little. The same look he usually had around Laddie.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Sam. Didn’t mean to sass you,” he apologized, leaning over one of the spare dining chairs. “Can I make it up to you, bud?”

Sam’s sour expression didn’t budge while he continued writing down answers for his homework. He only gave David a side glance rather than proper eye contact. 

“I dunno. Can you do ninth grade geometry?” 

“Uhhh….’fraid not,” David admitted. 

“Then no, you can’t. So you can just leave me alone. Stop botherin’ me already.”

David was growing more and more frustrated by the minute. He was itching to bare his fangs again and hiss at the boy. He didn’t take kindly to any attitude from bratty kids. Still, he wanted to keep his cool and make things right. If not for his own sake, then for Michael’s. 

“Sam, I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m not your enemy here. I’m trying to make nice with you here, so why do you still wanna act like you hate me?”

The younger boy flicked his pencil down onto the table and slammed his math book shut. Now David had his full attention, and Sam wasn’t looking too happy about it.

“You wanna know why I hate you?” he snapped. “It’s ‘cause I know you’re nothin’ but trouble! You’re dangerous! Bad to the bone!”

“So what if I am? Everyone has their flaws. Is it really fair to hate me for that? For trying to be better? I’m trying to do that for your family. For Michael!”

“How can I possibly trust that? How do I know you’re not gonna go and hurt my brother?”

David’s breathing was heavier and his stomach was churning. The more Sam argued with him, the more he wanted to prove himself. It was all so frustrating. This was the first time in ages he wanted to have a connection with humans. He didn’t want to be seen as a monster as others had for decades now. Letting out a sigh and lowering his guard, David allowed himself to be vulnerable to Michael’s brother.

“Because I love him.”

Silence hung in the air between the two of them. Sam’s baby blue eyes widened and his expression softened at the words. He could have expected any response except that. 

Though he already knew of Michael’s sexuality and blossoming relationship with David, he hadn’t been too enthusiastic about it. Paranoia about cryptic creatures trying to claw their way into Sam’s home life had put him on edge. Even if others broke bread with the Lost Boys, he hadn’t trusted for a second.

And yet….the look in David’s eyes was genuine. Not one bit of deception to be found. 

“You love him?”

“Yeah, Sam, I do.” 

Before Sam felt like he could rant a mile a minute to David’s face. Now he was quiet as a mouse, looking rather embarrassed for being so harsh before. David figured he would keep talking to get rid of some of the awkwardness. 

“Sam, I get it. You’re feeling protective of Michael. He’s your brother. I feel the same way about Marko, Dwayne and Paul.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. But we like it here. We like your family. And we take care of our family. I want to make Michael happy, just like he’s done for me. So I want you to know that I don’t want to hurt him.���

David offered a gesture that not too many had the honor of experiencing. He held out a gloved hand, ready to give a shake with Sam. 

“I just want to be your friend.”

Sam looked as if he was still on the fence about whether it was right to trust David. The warnings of Edgar and Alan echoed in his head. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe he had misread the whole situation with Max. Hell, maybe he even hallucinated that burn on his hand when they were at the party. 

After all the shenanigans, maybe it all boiled down to the fact that he was just a scared kid. Scared for both his mother and brother. Max wasn’t right for their family, but David was. What he and Michael had was real.

So with an ever-so faint smile, Sam accepted the offer and shook hands with David. The blond seemed to physically relax more, no doubt glad to get Sam’s acceptance. 

“Thanks, Sam,” David said. “I apprecia-”

“DAVID!”

A voice screamed out in the blond’s head. He tensed up, recognizing it was Dwayne calling out to him. He sounded so urgent and loud. Such qualities were very out of place when they talked.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Sam now had a look of concern on his face, worried by how shaken up David suddenly seemed to be.

“I-I...Sorry, I just realized I need to check on something…” David nervously explained. He let go of Sam’s hand and the bag he had held before sprinting off to the back door that he had come through. Something wasn’t right, and he couldn’t keep Dwayne waiting.

“I’m here! What’s wrong?”

“Emergency….help….us….”

“What’s going on? Dwayne, where are you guys??”

At that moment, David was sure his heart was going to drop into his stomach. The feeling only grew stronger when he got his answer.

“Max’s…..house…h-hurry…”

He was off like a shot. David didn’t even bother with his motorcycle. He didn’t care about how fast and reckless he was with flying into the night sky. His boys were in danger. There was no time to be cautious.

He didn’t even notice Sam coming out the back door. Just in time to see David taking flight. 

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[burntsecrets]

Winter's Embrace

Pairing: Clark Kent (Smallville) x Reader Word Count: 780 words Prompt: @fluff-cember day 8: sparkling snow Summary: Clark surprises you with a moonlit walk through the snow-covered Kent farm, creating a magical moment under the stars. As the snow sparkles around you, he takes a leap of faith and asks the question that will change both your lives. Content Warnings: None—fluff, romance, and a proposal.

The air is crisp, biting at your cheeks, but the warmth of Clark's hand in yours keeps the chill at bay. His fingers curl around yours, strong and steady, a silent promise in the winter night. Snow blankets the Kent farm, transforming the familiar fields into a glittering wonderland under the silver moonlight. Each step you take crunches softly in the fresh powder, and your breath fogs the air like wisps of smoke.

Clark glances at you with a crooked smile, his blue eyes catching the moonlight in a way that makes your heart flutter. His scarf is slightly askew, and you resist the urge to adjust it. "You okay?" he asks, his voice low and full of affection.

"I'm perfect," you reply, and it's true. The night feels like something out of a dream, and the way he looks at you makes you forget the cold entirely.

He leads you further into the fields, away from the barn's warm lights and the gentle hum of the farmhouse generator. The world feels still here, hushed by the snow, and all you can hear is the faint rustle of the wind and the rhythm of your heartbeat.

"Close your eyes," Clark says, stopping abruptly.

You laugh softly. "Why? What are you up to, Kent?"

"Trust me." His voice is gentle but insistent, and when you look up into his earnest expression, you can’t help but comply.

You close your eyes, and his hands shift, one of them cupping your cheek while the other moves to your waist. The cold dissipates for a moment, replaced by the soothing warmth of his touch. You hear the faintest whoosh, almost like a breeze, and then feel the gentlest brush of something cool against your nose.

"Okay," he says, his voice softer now. "Open them."

When you do, you’re met with a scene so breathtaking you almost forget to breathe. Snowflakes are falling around you, twinkling like tiny diamonds in the moonlight. They drift lazily, shimmering as if kissed by starlight. You look up and realize the sky is clear, every star burning bright.

"How did you...?" you ask, trailing off as you turn to Clark.

He grins, a little sheepish but impossibly proud. "I might’ve run to the mountains," he admits, scratching the back of his neck. "I grabbed a handful of fresh snow and scattered it. Took a few tries to get it just right."

Your laughter bubbles up, warm and delighted, and you throw your arms around his neck. "Clark Kent, you are unbelievable."

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. "You make me want to be," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, you’re both silent, standing in the softly falling snow, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the farm. The world feels infinite and intimate all at once, just the two of you.

Then he steps back, just enough to reach into the pocket of his coat. Your brows knit in confusion as you watch him pull out a small velvet box.

"Clark..."

He kneels before you, the snow catching in his dark hair, his breath clouding the air. Your hands fly to your mouth, your heart hammering as you realize what’s happening.

"Y/N," he begins, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. "You’ve been my best friend, my partner, my anchor, and my light. Every time I think I know what it means to love you, you prove me wrong and show me it’s even bigger than I imagined." He opens the box, revealing a ring that sparkles just as brightly as the snow around you. "I want to spend every day proving to you how much you mean to me. Will you marry me?"

Tears prick at your eyes, and for a moment, you can’t speak. The words catch in your throat, but you don’t need them. You nod furiously, dropping to your knees in the snow to kiss him, your hands framing his face.

"Yes," you finally manage, breathless against his lips. "A thousand times, yes."

His laugh is pure relief and joy as he slides the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly, and you marvel at how it catches the moonlight.

Clark lifts you effortlessly, spinning you once before setting you down gently. "You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world," he says, his grin wide and unguarded.

"And you’ve made me the happiest woman," you reply, resting your forehead against his.

The snow continues to fall around you as he kisses you again, slow and sweet, a promise sealed under the watchful gaze of the stars. This moment is yours—perfect, infinite, and unforgettable.

[moonybelgug]

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Countryboy!Diluc x City girl!reader Part 1

Part 2

warnings: !MDNI! this is sfw but this series won’t stay that way, afab!reader, reader has she/her pronouns, city girl moves to a small town, sassy diluc, wc: 1950

ᨒ ོ ☼.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆ᨒ ོ ☼.°˖⋆ ℧ 𓃗 .°˖⋆ᨒ ོ ☼

It had been a good six months of sobbing over your now, ex-boyfriend. You knew deep down it had gone on for too long, but what else is there to do in a city that won’t stop raining? The fact you even landed a boyfriend in the first place baffled you, seeing how awkward you were with regular friendly interaction. You were basically doomed to loneliness for the rest of your life, now. You blew your only chance of living with someone for the rest of your life.

You had no family to check on you, nor did you have any real friends who cared. That left you with yourself. You had to take care of yourself. If that means moving out of the city and into a tiny town that hasn’t heard of the word “wi-if” before, so be it. Self care comes first and you needed to get out of this tiny apartment that no doubt has mold from all the rain.

It wasn’t your first choice, moving to the small town of Mondstadt. You saw on an article in your newspaper about a job opening in the countryside. A local wealthy farm owner looking for a new housekeeper to replace his previous one that had gotten too old.

It had felt as though the stars were aligning, you were just thinking about how badly you wanted to leave this city of rain! The job detailed full housing, so you would quite literally be starting a new life if you were to take this job. Good thing you held no attachments to this place.

Packing up was easy, seeing how you owned hardly anything. With all your bags by the door, you looked around your empty apartment. One last deep breath and you spun around, leaving it behind.

The train ride was a few hours long and while you would usually try to sleep through a ride this long, the scenery was too beautiful to tear your eyes away for even a second. As you exited the city, it seemed as if you entered a new world. The gray drab of the city faded into bright green and bright blue. Flowers sprung out of the grass of all shapes and colors. Birds flew above you, chirping happily as they enjoyed the fresh, smog-free air.

You were the only one to get off at the Little Mondstadt stop. With your luggage in tow, you scanned the area for any sign of the escort that you were promised over the phone.

Your eyes landed on a tall woman in a casual uniform with your name written incorrectly on a piece of paper. She waved when you met her eyes, a wide, pretty, smile on her face.

“This you?” She asked, waving the piece of paper as you made your way over.

“I believe so.” Upon further inspection, you realize the uniform she’s wearing is that of a sheriff’s as well as the tell-tale badge that decorates the left side of her chest. “A police escort? How generous.”

The woman laughed. “Common courtesy down here. Since you’re a new member of the community, it only makes sense that you gets proper welcome in! My name is Jean, by the way.”

“Thanks, Sheriff.” Jean sent you one more sweet smile before picking up one of your two bags and lugging it into the back seat of her car.

Jean allowed you to sit in the front seat on the drive through town, using that as an opportunity to show you around and briefly familiarize you with the town.

It wasn’t long before she was driving down a long gravel driveway.

The driveway was lined with fences that seemingly held nothing until they got further up and you saw the cows and sheep that grazed peacefully among the fields. In the pasture a pickup was parked beside the herd of sheep, a little girl sitting in the bed watching as Jean’s car made it way up the gravel road.

The house was big. Bigger than you’d ever seen before- in fact, it was something straight out of a movie. White clay with a red pointed roof and vines crawling up the sides. Bushes of beautiful flowers gathered around the wooden porch that held a sitting area.

On the porch stood two men. Both very tall, but one had blue hair and one had red. They seemed to be in the middle of a heated discussion when Jean put the car in park. With one final glare, the red head stalked away from the other and over to the two of you.

���Good afternoon, Mister Diluc!” Jean said as shut the backseat door to her car. You blinked rapidly at the man before you. This was the foreman of the farm? This beautiful young man was the head of this farm? He couldn’t have been much older than you and yet, quite contrary to you, his aura was one that demanded respect. His brown and stained with mud boots hit the porch heavily as he crossed it over to you. It seemed that he was expecting someone else as well.

“Have you ever done housework before?” Diluc asked you.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at the topic of your first conversation. Of course he would want someone competent to be cleaning his home, but his tone indicated a certain snark behind it. “I’ve lived in a house before, yes.”

It was his turn to be surprised.

In fact, both of you were expecting to see someone much older, more experienced and weather worn. Diluc did not expect some.. city girl to show up at his homestead but alas, you know what they say about assumptions.

Diluc sneered at your smart remark. “I see. Well follow me, then.”

He picked up your bags before you could and walked up the porch and into the his house. Jean walked with you until you reached the other man who was still leaning on the railing of the porch.

“This is Deputy Kaeya and Diluc’s adopted brother.” Jean said with a hand gesturing towards the deputy. Upon further inspection, you were able to identify he was in fact wearing a uniform like Jean’s but unlike hers, it was unbuttoned at the top and loosely tucked into his pants. Kaeya took the tooth pick that was clenched between his teeth out and smiled charmingly, offering a hand to shake. Awkwardly taking his hand, you gave him as firm of a shake as you could, causing him to chuckle.

“My, what a grip! Seems Diluc’s got a tough new maid.” You laughed nervously, and quickly walked inside.

If you thought the outside was extravagant, the inside was even more so. It was filled with paintings, vases, and bookshelves lined with books of many colors. Two young women in maids outfits stood by the window, and started whispering to each other when they saw you come in. Diluc took you downstairs and into what you assumed was where the maids stayed.

“That’s Hillie and Moco.” Said Diluc. “They will be apart of your staff.”

“Why didn’t you want to promote one of them?” You asked while you admired the beautiful lounge room. It was small but cozy.

The foreman looked at you as if he’d never been questioned before and replied exasperatedly. “Because if one of those two were in charge, the house would go up in flames.”

You decided not to say anything to that. He lead you to your room which was filled with various bird decorations, purple being the overall theme. A full sized bed covered in pillows with a maid’s uniform placed upon it was slid against the wall and a dresser that also worked as a vanity was on the other side. At the foot of your bed was a bookshelf that held books that all had pictures of birds on them. You were baffled by the amount of birds in such a small area. You wanted to ask why but you were afraid of making him even more irritated.

Diluc set your bags beside the dresser and stepped through your doorway, no longer lingering in your new room. “If you need anything else, let me know. Adelinde will be waiting on you in the kitchen.”

You gave him a single nod, and with that he left. Sighing, you shut the door and leaned against it. Then you began changing out of your clothes and into the uniform that was laid on your bed.

Just as Diluc said, an older woman in a maid’s uniform was sitting at a small kitchen table. You stood as politely as you could next to her and waited until she looked your way. And she did after a few seconds.

“So you’re the one Mister Diluc hired to replace me?” She smiled. “Not bad. I can work with you.” Adelinde stood and gave you another once over. “Maybe you’ll last longer than the first six.”

You choked. “First six? As in six people started and got fired?”

“As in six people started and quit.” She tapped her cheek. “I’ll give you about three months.”

“With all due respect, ma’am; You don’t even know me.” You manage to stutter out.

Adelinde smiled at you and crossed her arms. “I’ll make it six months, then.”

And it turns out she was entirely wrong. Three months in, and you were already happier than you had been in years Every morning you were up at five a.m. sharp to start preparing a large breakfast for Diluc and the farm staff who would be waking up at six. The foreman only ever ate the same thing. Two eggs over easy, one slice of bacon and grits with blackberry jam stirred in. After the first two complaints, you had gotten the hang of it and it became second nature to cook for him. After they ate, you would do the dishes with Adelinde while Hillie and Moco cleaned the kitchen and began their daily dusting, leaving you to do some of the more difficult chores. Such as shopping, laundry, and even feeding some of the smaller farm animals.

Feeding the animals was a.. fun new experience for you. Being in the city, the closest thing to a chicken you had were sad looking pigeons. And it turns out that chicken are a lot bigger than you expected. Frightening, even! The first time Adelinde took you into the main chicken pen, you were chased out by a very angry rooster.

Adelinde caught him by the legs before he escaped and tossed him back inside the pen. “Sorry, should’ve warned you about Rocky. He’s quite aggressive to strangers.”

“You don’t say!” You stood on the other side of the fence, practically shaking in your mud shoes. Your working overalls were covered in dirt from Rocky’s brutal attack. “I don’t remember chicken wrangling being in the job description!”

Adelinde laughed. “Come back inside, he won’t get used to you if he doesn’t see you.”

“There is no way you’re getting me back in there. I’ll be pecked to death!”

“You’ll be what now?” A deep voice asked from behind you. Turning around, you met eyes with Diluc who was on his way over from milking the cows. He too had chores, but they were much more heavy duty than yours. You were thankful you didn’t have to milk anything.

“Rocky, he attacked me.” You answered. “I can’t go in.”

Diluc scoffed as he opened the gate and walked inside. “Adelinde, you can go. I’ll help her out with the chickens.”

“Yes sir,” she patted your shoulder as she passed you on the way out, leaving you alone with your boss.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

[lazilybeinglassie]

Mark Of The Baked

One Shot by LazilyBeingLassie

Inspired by @/sunseed-fandump "The Devil's Encore"

Characters: Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, Wizard Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie

Summary: Shadow Milk creates a dream where he can talk to the three cookies. Offering a proposal and a piece of information.

Notes: I had a headcanon, that I know isn't real, but for the sake of character expansion I'm running with it!

The sun was bright and hot, giving everyone the brightest smiles and determination to work hard. Cookies running around, accomplishing tasks that were needed to be done. Baking, farming, building. And when cookies weren't working, they were mingling, playing, or just enjoying the fresh air.

Gingerbrave was making his rounds on the kingdom, seeing if he was needed anywhere. More and more cookies were finding their way to this place, which meant jobs were getting filled up more and more. Sure it meant he had less to do, but that didn't bother him all too much as it gave him time to travel and see his friends from across Earthbread.

Like . . . Pure Vanilla Cookie . . . Why was that the first name that came to his head? In fact, hadn't he just been talking with him not too-

His thoughts were interrupted at the sound of distress further into the center of town. No one seemed to be reacting to it, so the brave cookie decided to check it out himself. He could hear the sounds of cake hounds not too far from him as Gingerbrave stumbled upon a merchant cookie who was fighting them off with a broom. The cookie was blue and dressed in a sweater and jeans, defending a cart full of cabbages that were ripe and ready to sell. If they made it to the stand that was.

"Go away! These aren't for you!" The cookie wacked away, but they were not giving up so easily.

"Hey," shouted Gingerbrave, "scram! All of you!" With his candy cane, he smacked them back, giving some distance between the two.

The little pooches however seemed more and more angry as they crawled closer and closer to them. It was gonna be a big fight for sure. Nothing he couldn't handle of course. Then suddenly . . .

CRACK! BOOM!

Lightening struck in front of the cakes, scaring them back to the forests where they came from. Both of the cookies were a bit shocked at first as they looked up to see there were no clouds in the sky. Not a storm in sight. That could only mean one thing.

"Gingerbrave," shouted Wizard Cookie, running over to the two with Strawberry Cookie following, "I didn't accidentally hit you, did I? I was estimating my shot, but-"

"No no! We're both fine! Thanks for spooking them, Wizard Cookie," Gingerbrave thanked.

The pink hoodie cookie smiled as she clutched her lollypop in hand. "We heard the noise and hurried while we could. I wonder how cake hounds got inside the kingdom?"

"Doesn't matter now," stated the ice cream cookie, "the danger is gone."

The merchant cookie smiled warmly as he approached them. "Thank you so much for protecting my goods! I thought I was a goner for sure."

"No problem," Gingerbrave said, "don't think we've met. What's your name?"

"Call me Blueberry Milk Cookie. I was just simply passing by as those monsters came after me."

"Huh. I would have thought someone would have noticed."

Looking back at the other cookies, they all seemed so caught up in what they were doing, it felt like they didn't even notice that a skirmish occurred. Not even when Wizard Cookie's spell was cast.

Strawberry walked up to her friend. "Should we be worried no one's talking to us?"

"I said hi to about three cookies on the way here. None of them answered back," Wizard added.

Gingerbrave hummed. "Guys? Is it weird that I feel like we're not suppose to be here?"

The three felt their dough shiver as they looked at each other. Something was very wrong. And they were piecing it together slowly.

"Hehehehehe!"

A giggle echoed around them as Gingerbrave, Wizard and Strawberry turned to face Blueberry Milk Cookie. Or at least, who use to be. The cookie that stood in place turned to static as it reshaped itself into the trickster himself.

Shadow Milk Cookie.

"And here I thought we could keep this up for about eight more minutes," said the jester, "oh well!"

Quickly, the trio backed up as they wielded their weapons defensively. Gingerbrave and Wizard in front with Strawberry behind them. Someone as unpredictable as him was every reason why their senses sharpened and focused.

"What are you doing here in Crispia," yelled Gingerbrave, "White Lily sealed you back in the Silver Tree!"

"Now now, little cookies-" The jester smirked knowing that Wizard was looking extra irritated at that phrasing. "-you should know a professional always has a plan b in case of . . . interferences. Though I honestly want to see if you can guess where we really are? Go on!"

His comment got them thinking for a bit as they looked around again. Now the cookies around them were frozen still. Petrified in whatever position they were in at the moment. It felt so freaky. But as they pondered it for a moment, an answer came to them.

"Is this . . . not real," Strawberry asked aloud.

"An illusion? No, a dream perhaps," Wizard theorized.

Sounds of an applause came to their hearing. "Ring ding ding! Looks like we do have some smart cookies here! Yes, while I cannot do anything in reality, reaching your minds is nothing more than a simple feat. The only real cookies here are me and you three. A perfect moment for us to chat." There was a small growl that laced his sentences as the trickster walked on air, circling them delightfully.

Gingerbrave pointed his cane at the villain. "Whatever you wanna say, forget it! No way are we trusting a liar like you!"

"Aw, don't be so rude, Ginger~! I have no intention of harming a single crumb on either of you," sung Shadow Milk as he appeared next to the brave cookie to pinch his cheek.

"Lies," Wizard snapped, "we all remember what you did back at the Faerie Kingdom! What you did to Pure Vanilla Cookie! To White Lily Cookie! To Elder Faerie!"

The blue cookie leaned in close to the magic cookie, causing him to back up in fear. "That old fool crumbled on his own terms, mind you! Still, I guess I could take the credit if you're offering it. Ehehehe!"

"Just get out of our dreams! . . . Er, dream . . . since this counts as just one dream-"

Gingerbrave took a chance to hit him with his candy cane, only for it to pass through Shadow Milk like he was a ghost. The beast walked away from them slowly as he rambled on. "In due time, little cookies. For now, I do believe we have something to discuss about that very much will be in your interest!"

"If it means you leave us alone after that, then get it over with," GIngerbrave demanded.

As the jester sat down on the edge of the fountain, he reached for his neck ruff and snapped it open as it hung over his shoulders. It looked weird to see the actual neck of this cookie for a moment. Then he stretched his leotard collar to reveal something underneath.

Something that got the trio's attention for sure.

It was faint, worn overtime, but they could see it clearly. On his chest was a marking of some sort. A thinly lined circle with a three pronged fork in the center. Shadow Milk grinned at their reactions of utter silence and shock. "I'm certain you know what this is. Just like how I know you each have one like this as well."

They flinched. Gingerbrave and Wizard tensing up, and Strawberry reaching for her shoulder as she whimpered.

Shadow Milk snapped his ruff back together as he chuckled. "It's very rare for baked cookies to be wandering around Earthbread these days. But I never thought the first things I would see after waking up would be three very freshly baked cookies! Which only means those idiots are still kicking and making more!" He floats in the air as he hovers closer to them with wide eyes. "Tell me, where exactly is their hut, by chance?"

"W-Why would you ask us that," Wizard stuttered.

"Come now, surely you would remember the way back to your own creators!"

"We don't!" Gingerbrave stepped forward in defense. "We'd rather never go back there, ever!"

"OOOOOoooooh! Rebellious! Mrehehehehe! So I guess that means you're going against your master's wishes then! I must say, I approve!" Shadow Milk playfully leaned back midair as if he were sitting in a recliner.

"Wh . . . What do you mean by that," Strawberry asked while clutching her weapon close to her chest.

In that moment, the jester's smile dropped, exchanging for an expression of confusion. Sitting up he looked at the pink cookie in curiosity. She didn't like that he was. And neither did the others as they stood in front of her.

"Wait . . . do any of you know why you were made?" Silence. Shadow Milk for a moment seemed quite literally clueless for a moment. "Well that's new. Usually cookies aren't baked unless they had a task to accomplish or . . . oh . . . OH! EhehehehahahahaHAHAHAHA!" The beast howled in laughter as he pieced it together. "No way! You were made as snack cookies, weren't you!? And you ran out of there like your life depended on it! OH this is just too perfect! Well, more sad for you, but still."

Each of the young cookies shrunk a little. Memories of the witch's hut were never pleasant. Yet the one thing they never could pin down was why the witches would make them with a consciousness if all they were made to do was be eaten. Even if they tried to not think about it, there would always be times where those questions would come back to haunt them again.

In the end, what they were really was what Shadow Milk said they were. Snacks that were just lucky to be alive by a fluke. In a sense, it made them feel empty inside. Lost? Alone? Sometimes. But more like they had little value to themselves. Just cookies. Nothing more.

The jester could see their dismay as he smiled widely. Landing on his feet, he walked slowly towards them. "I assume you've not met another cookie who was baked like you were? Or at least, another one that escaped fate like you have? I also must assume none of you have told anyone, have you?" They suddenly looked at him in fear as he approached Gingerbrave, patting his head. "Now now, don't you worry. Your little secret origin is safe with me. I should understand after all, what it is like to be a creation of the witches." He wanders behind Strawberry, placing his hands on her shoulders. "In a sense, I suppose that would make us siblings of some sort. Much like me and my comrades are." Finally he moves to Wizard, shifting his hat to fit his head more properly. "Guess that makes me big brother Shadow Milk Cookie, huh? I like the sound of that!"

Wizard stepped back as he fixed his hat and glared at the beast. "As if! Being baked by witches doesn't make us family!"

"Ehe! Why not? It's the closest thing you might get to one."

Gingerbrave gripped his candy cane. "You're wrong! We have friends that already care for us back home! The first time we met, you corrupted an entire kingdom and killed its king! Who also was our friend!"

"A friend who served the witches? The very creatures you defied for survival," the jester clarified, "you do know how to pick them then. Hehehe!"

Getting angry, the brave cookie swung his cane. As he did, Shadow Milk turned into a cloud as he faded away, reappearing at a distance from them. Wizard tried to attempt using lightening magic on him, only for the beast to take it and stand there, unphased by it. They were mad, scared, and wanted out of this dream.

"The point I'm trying to get across here is that your goal to survive the witches is one the cookies of Earthbread will never understand. They consider them to be gods! Deities! Even the St. Pastry Order believes them to be holy beings that only ever have good intentions for them! And yet you trust these cookies with your lives. Though, not enough to let them in on your little secrets."

"And what reason do you have for us to trust you," demanded Wizard.

The grin didn't fail to widen as he spread his arms. "Because we are the only ones powerful enough to accomplish what Dark Enchantress could never accomplish! To kill the witches once and for all!"

The trio gasped in surprise. Could it be done? Should it be done? The witches, erased from the world?

"Tempting, isn't it? A world where there is no need to be afraid of being eaten. A world where we have no fear of anything! One where we can choose to shape it as we wish!"

" . . . You mean destroy," Strawberry uttered, the sounds of irritation bubbling in her tone.

"Ahahahaha! Well, destruction is an important part of making that new world! But in it's place will be one of, well I consider to be never ending fun! And each of you can have a place in that." He holds his hand out graciously. "You are owed at least that for what the witches have done."

In that moment, they all looked at each other. Thoughts crossed their minds, some good intentioned, others slightly selfish. But there truly was no other conclusion for such a decision.

"Maybe that's what you want," Gingerbrave started, "and maybe some of that is something we wanted as well. But to help you accomplish that so you can do whatever you want is something we don't want. Not when it can hurt cookies we care about."

Strawberry, feeling braver, stepped forward as she held out her lollypop. "Our kingdom in Crispia has become a home for us. Not just our friends. One that we vow to protect from the witches and those who would destroy it for their own selfish gains. There are cookies on Earthbread who are kind and gentle. Brave and strong. Ones we know that want the same thing as we do! To have a home and place here!"

"Right!" Wizard stomped his staff on the ground and spoke aloud. "We've found our place in this world! And we plan to fight for it just like everyone else is! So don't you dare think that we'll turn our backs on it for anything less than that!"

They awaited for the jester to speak. Shadow Milk's smile by now had faded to a frown. His glare at them was intimidating and hollow. Though once a moment had passed, he smiled again, smaller this time. "I see. So you've chosen your side then. Alright."

Wizard spat for a bit. "Wha-That's it!? Nothing?! I would have thought you had another speech in there to curveball this whole conversation!"

"No need! Yours was already convincing enough. Very well done. I highly doubt anything I have to offer would be as tantalizing as what I've already given you. Such a shame." Then his eyes widen as well as his grin. "Guess you'll just crumble like the rest of them."

The kingdom caught fire as flames surrounded the trio. Engulfing buildings and cookies within them as they panicked. The intensity of the heat frightened them, almost feeling like it was real. As they looked for an escape, silhouettes of the five beasts rise in the air, glaring them down with bright eyes. Shadow Milk swiftly zooming in close to their faces as he grew large in size and chuckled.

"Just remember. You chose this."

The last thing they heard was his wicked laughter as they were consumed by the fire.

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Gingerbrave, Wizard and Strawberry screamed as they woke up that morning. What an awful nightmare that was. They each took a moment to breathe and calm down, grounding themselves in the facts. The Silver Tree was still standing, and the beasts were locked up. They couldn't hurt them . . . for now.

The scream did alert Pure Vanilla, White Lily, as well as some of the faerie cookies. Silverbell and Mercurial Knight had ran in to check on them once they heard the cries, only for the cookies to dismiss the panic as a bad dream. To which they were gentle and comforting about it.

Gingerbrave was wanting to speak up about it, tell them what happened, but was stopped by Wizard and Strawberry who wanted to keep it a secret for now. Too shaken by the incident to really openly talk about it to others. Especially since there was some personal stuff involved in it. He protested, but caved in favor of making them feel more comfortable.

As the day went on, the trio were keeping close to each other, with Strawberry clinging the most to whoever was closest to her. Their nerves were on edge, and feared that they would see Shadow Milk appear in the corner of their sight. Or worse, hear his cackle in the distance.

Pure Vanilla had attempted a few times to try and talk to them, but they kept a lid on things as best as they could. Which felt wrong, but at the same time, it was just how the beast assumed. They never really went into their past with the Ancients. Nor did they plan to.

By the end of the day, the trio were back in their room, dreading the night's sleep. Rightfully so though. Unless Shadow Milk had nothing else to discuss with them that was.

Gingerbrave looked to his hand. At the palm was a mark. Much like Shadow Milk, it had a circle, but the image inside instead was a smiling face. One that looked joyful.

Strawberry once more reached for her shoulder. Even under her hoodie, she could feel the engraving of it as clear as day. Within the circle was an image of a strawberry.

Wizard noticed a reflective surface as he turned to it. Lifting his hat slightly, he shifted his ice cream hair, revealing his own mark, which had a star at the center of it.

Baked by the witches. Meant to be consumed, and ceased to be. What more could there really be to them than that?

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I had a lot of fun thinking about this one shot. I love these guys so much, I just wanted some angst. I hope you guys like it too!

[echo-goes-mmm]

Kitty Elliot AU #5

Masterpost

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Warnings: none

Elliot silently watched Ambrose prep for dinner, his tail tucked between his legs. 

“Do you like mushrooms?” Ambrose asked conversationally. 

Elliot said nothing, which seemed to be his default. Maybe he couldn’t, and wasn’t that a disturbing thought.

“I’m making oxtails,” he continued. “It takes a while to cook, but braised oxtail and mushrooms are one of my favorites.”

He glanced over at Elliot, who was still anxiously pressed against the lower cabinets. Poor thing.

Ambrose got the cast iron pot from storage. It was a large pot, one he used for stews.

“I like to use as much of an animal as I can,” he said, scraping the mushrooms into the pot with the back of his knife. “It’s more respectful, I think.”

He added the onions, garlic, and ground pepper. 

“Little Wood is a farming community, and they work so hard. I don’t want to waste their efforts, you know?”

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Master was talking at him.

Elliot couldn’t really be bothered to pay attention, not with a knife in Master’s hands.

There were few things more dangerous than a Master’s hands. They hurt and grabbed and took things.

Besides, it didn’t matter that Master was chatting. Elliot had no permission- or want- to speak back, and the inane talk of ‘favorite food’ and ‘wastefulness’ meant nothing. They weren’t commands.

Elliot didn’t have a favorite anyway; he only ate what was given. 

The consequences of stealing weren’t worth it.

He watched as Master tore up herbs and ground up spices. It smelled good, and it made his mouth water.

Elliot swallowed his longing and carefully edged around Master and darted out the doorway.

And ran straight into James.

“Move, cat,” James huffed, shoving him aside and into the wood of the bar. It dug into his bruises, sending pains both sharp and dull through his body. Elliot bit back a yelp, and James passed by without a second glance. 

It was his fault for being in the way. 

He pulled himself away from the bar, wincing. Pets should be quiet and not underfoot. 

He made his way further into the dining room. It was empty for now, and the birds still sang. Sunlight came through the windows and looked so warm and inviting-

He hopped on the nearest window ledge, opting to sprawl out in the sun. He cushioned his head on his arms, and lay listening to the birds.

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Elliot didn’t mean to doze off, but the sudden sound of a bell had him jolting awake.

The front door opened and closed with a ring of metal and his heart pounded.

But it was only a villager, come for dinner, no doubt. 

The air smelled strongly of tender beef and fresh bread, and he knew he wasn’t wanted here. Or at least, he didn’t want so many eyes on him.

He scrambled off the windowsill and slipped upstairs.

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“Evening, Micheal.” Ambrose nodded at Mr. Tallow as he sat at the bar. “Dinner?”

“Please.”

Ambrose loaded a plate with beef, gravy, veggies, and a biscuit. He poured an ale, and slid the two across the bar.

“I saw a catfolk in the window.”

“He’s a guest.” He poured a few beers, handing it off to James to serve to a table.

“Little far from home, isn’t he?” Michael asked, taking a sip of ale. 

Ambrose shrugged, stacking empty glasses. “He hasn’t said.” He hasn’t said anything. At all. “How’s the wheat coming along?”

“Changing the subject, hm?” Micheal shook his head, teasing.

Ambrose shrugged, wiping down the bar. “I’d rather not gossip about my guests.”

“With that attitude, you’re just going to make people more curious. Is he staying long?”

Ambrose didn’t have many friends in town. Mostly just acquaintances; people who respected him but didn’t really know him.

Micheal was one of them. Maybe he could trust him to keep things discrete.

“Look, it’s really no one’s business. Elliot is shy, and scared, and he can stay as long as he wants.”

“Scared?” Micheal repeated, his brow furrowed.

“Just do me a favor and make sure it isn’t a big deal, yeah?”

Micheal nodded, taking another sip of ale. “You got it.”

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Elliot curled up on the bed, waiting.

There must be at least a dozen people downstairs, talking and chatting and eating.

The smells were almost overwhelming, and the noise was palpable. He was sure he’d get used to it eventually, but it almost made him wish for the muffled quiet of the box.

Just the quiet. Not the box.

After hours of waiting, the people began to leave. Slowly but surely, the inn sounded empty, and Elliot’s stomach was once again wanting.

He poked his head out the door and listened. Nothing but Master and the sound of softly clinking dishes. Perfect.

Elliot quietly padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. No doubt Master would be clearing the plates, and if he were lucky, the scraps would be his dinner.

He knelt by the counter and waited for his owner.

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Ambrose nearly dropped the stack of dishes he was carrying when he saw the cat boy on the floor.

His eyes were trained on the ground, but his twitching tail betrayed nervousness.

“Uh, hey,” he said, setting the dishes by the sink. “Did you come down for some dinner?”

Elliot looked up at him, whining. His hands came up to his chest, the picture of begging. His eyes glanced at the dirty plates on the counter, lingering on the scraps of food.

Definitely not. 

“Wait right here,” he said, turning to grab a clean plate. Elliot whimpered behind him, and Ambrose’s heart panged. 

“I’m not going to feed you bones and crumbs, sweetheart. You need more than that,” he reassured him, filling up the plate.

He glanced over at Elliot, who’s wide eyes were trained on the food in his hands.

“I don’t suppose you feel like sitting at a table this time?”

Elliot didn’t seem to hear him, too distracted.

Well, baby steps.

He put the plate on the floor in front of him, and Elliot eagerly looked up.

“Go ahead, it’s fine.”

Elliot used his hands at least, tearing apart the biscuits and sopping up the gravy with the bread.

Ambrose turned back to the sink, and started on the dishes.

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[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

So I actually really enjoyed the little HB short with Millie and Sallie Mae.

I thought it was cute and it was breath of fresh spring air to get some scenes with JUST woman characters interacting and talking about their relationship.

That said, after watching, it just made me realize how much I want an ACTUAL episode exploring Millie and her background.

At the end of the short we get that brief conversation about Sallie Mae seeming to feel left behind when Millie moved to the city, and that honestly should have been the plot of the harvest moon festival imo.

Little reimagining of how Harvest Moon Festival could have used the basic premise/conflict in Hell’s Belles to develope Millie more and give us a better insight into her character. (Also after typing all of this out I realized I misspelled Sallie May’s name, and I’m too tired to go back and fix it please do not bully me rip 😭🪦)

So, Instead of having Moxxie compete with striker, what if we’d learned that Millie left home because she had an inferiority complex due to constantly being compared to Sally Mae, who could be the “golden child” of the family.

Maybe Sally Mae and Millie have always had a really fierce sibling rivalry, and Millie has struggled a lot with measuring up to her sister.

Striker could be not only the new farmhand, but Sally Mae’s new boyfriend. Instead of the conflict being Moxxie’s feelings of inferiority to Striker, further tension could come from Millie being upset that her parents are so accepting of Sally Mae’s partner while not approving of her’s.

Millie could be the one to find Striker’s assassin gear, and Striker manages to knock her out like he did Moxxie. Instead of Moxxie stabbing Striker like Millie did in the actual episode, it’s Sally Mae who catches Striker and stabs him to try and save her sister. The way this could be set up could also be a nice establishing character moment for Sally Mae—she’s dating Striker, but the moment she sees her sister in danger she doesn’t hesitate to try and save her sister.

Striker throws Sallie Mae and Millie into the basement, and Sallie Mae is the one to get her leg in the bear trap.

They have a sister heart to heart, where Millie expresses her frustration for not being able to take Striker out on her own and feeling like she’s always been in Sallie Mae’s shadow.

Sallie Mae could then reveal that she’s always been jealous of Millie for being her own person and going against their parent’s wishes by striking out on her own moving to Imp City. Maybe Sally Mae has always been afraid of disappointing their parents, but wishes she could also leave the farm. Or Idk, maybe she’s always been the “golden child” because she’s been trying to impress Millie, and not their parents, because she admires her sister. There’s a lot of different sibling rivalry/insecurity conflicts and dynamics that could be used here.

The main point is that they come to an understanding in the basement, Sallie Mae gives Millie a pep talk and lets her know that she can do this and take down Striker.

Millie escapes the basement and the episode plays out like it does in the actual show. Instead of Millie getting talked down to her parents at the end, it’s Sally Mae, and when they criticize Sally Mae for getting hurt and try to praise Millie for getting out of the basement and chasing Striker away with Blitzø, Millie stands up for herself and her sister, stopping her parents from pitting the siblings against each other like they did in the past.

The sisters leave on good terms and the day is saved or whatever. They hug goodbye, and promise to stay in touch more and visit soon.

This could potentially help set up the idea of Millie having an inferiority complex and struggling with not believing she’s important that, in my opinion, comes out of absolutely nowhere in “Unhappy Campers”. If it’s established early that Millie has always struggled with feeling less-than in comparison to Sallie Mae and her siblings, it makes a lot more sense that she’d be so excited with the attention she receives in Unhappy Campers. And that she’d be extra upset by Moxxie’s lack of support.

Also for anyone asking “what about moxxie” idk. helluva boss loves their b and c plots so maybe there could be a slapstick bit where Millie’s brothers keep trying to wrestle Moxxie, so Moxxie is always hiding from them or getting tackled by them. Or maybe Moxxie could be really excited to try and bond with Millie’s family and get to know them more, so he keeps trying to connect with them in different awkward ways. Whatever. This is Millie’s episode now, I don’t care what moxxie does.

This is a very very basic re-imagining, and it’s definitely been done before and can be cliche. I want to make it really really clear that I’m NOT writing this out as a “fix-it”.

More of just a “what-if” and wishing about what may have been in terms of Millie getting more character development in the show proper, instead of getting a tiny bit of development and background info in a 5 minute short.

It’s just a shame because I’d love to have more concrete development for Millie. The short gave us a LITTLE insight into her and Sallie May’s characters, but it feels like we’re still being given crumbs about who Millie is as a character after a season and a half.

We should know more about her by now other than “likes violence/is good at fighting” and “is cheerful”. And also feels unimportant sometimes even thought she’d never given any indication that she’d ever struggled with that before.

Also I don’t think the voice direction for Sally Mae was done well. I liked her voice in “Harvest Moon” but it felt like the voice actress was struggling with keeping the southern accent in tact + sounding natural.

Overall, I did really like the short, but it also made me kind of sad for what could have been in terms of giving Millie more of the spotlight.

[popcornforone]

Strawberries On a Summer Evening

A Din Djarin Fan Fic

So turns out I’ve never written smutty Din. I’ve always had him soft or built up to him & this was never going to be smut & then the idea happened & I was like ahhh I need that. Also someone posted some art of Grogu eating strawberries on insta so it fell right into my lap.

Synopsis:- Grogu is excited the first strawberries of the season are ripe. You’re just excited your Mandalorian will be home for a few weeks.

Word Count:-3800

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Unprotected PIV sex, established relationship, food & sex, cum play, nipple play, fingering, squirting, pdoa, fantasy’s, swearing, the helmet comes off. A small amount of violence & concern but nothing major or hurting any characters.

Enjoy peoples, this has been a lot of fun to write. Thanks for the read

Your little hut on the out skirts of the village is perfect. You are still apart of the community but you are hidden away. It makes it easier for your partner to come & go & for the villagers to not ask questions. You scratch their backs & they scratch yours. They weren’t happy when your clan arrived to settle but 48 hours later you were no longer strangers welcomed with a friendly smile when they realised having a Mandalorian living on their outskirts would actually keep them safe. As a daughter of a former senator, before the fall of the empire, you have a way of getting people to do what you want & it wasn’t long before the little hut you’d found was transformed for your clan to live in.

It’s early summer & you have a little vegetable & fruit patch. All the kids are amazed once every 10 days, when you bring the fresh fruit & veg to them in the town. They do grow their own but there is something about the soil a bit further out that’s more nutritious than theirs. Probably not farmed for the last hundred years & also isn’t affected by the swamp. Your face lights up one morning as you eat your breakfast as you see a red gem.

“Grogu…”

“PATU?” He replies & you rub his head & lift him up to the window sill.

“Look strawberries” he does an excited gurgle & automatically sticks his hand out to use the force, to get something to eat. You quickly grab his wrist & lower it.

“No no no Grogu” he looks at you with sad eyes. “We need to check they are ripe first & then we can go & pick some. I can make you some strawberry jam or milk?” He bounces & coos. “Good boy, let me get properly dressed & then we can go look”

Turns out only 2 were ripe that day, but you knew the rest wouldnt be too far off, so you & Grogu ate the two you picked. His lips bright red afterwards, desperately wanting another.

“Let’s keep this between us Grogu, we don’t want dad to think he missed out…”

“What did I miss out on?” Comes the modulated voice behind you & you leap up. He has a soft chuckle when he sees the state of Grogu. “Ahhh, couldn’t wait huh”

“There was only two”

“It’s okay, i can cope but i get the best strawberry next time” Grogu huffs understanding Dins word looking sad, he then also looks away as you hug him & kiss his helmet.

“Missed you”

“Missed you too, but I’m home now for the next few weeks so…” & the click under the helmet echos in the room. You automatically shut your eyes like you used to before you swore alligance to him. His gloved thumb rubs your cheek. “It’s okay remember you can now see me” & as your eyes open you automatically stare into those big brown eyes, you still get butterflies every time you look at his face, he really has no idea how handsome he is. But you make sure to let him know as your lips embrace his. He moans for once not you. “Hmm that strawberry does taste good, almost as good as you” he then chuckles & you turn around still holding onto him & his beskar & you see Grogu has his hands over his eyes. You’re not sure if he doesn’t want to see his dads face or the two of you embracing. You both suspect the latter.

8 days later Din & you are woken up to the sound of laughter, & items of clothes you would usually wear being thrown at you using the force. You’re in bed & your lush dream has been disturbed.

“Grogu” Din groans & sits up just in time to grab his helmet which was being thrown at him. “Grogu stop” it’s firm voice & he stops. He’s on top of the wardrobe in the corner of the room & he looks sad that his dad has yelled at him. You’re now fully awake, when Din uses that voice on you it’s arousing & he’s often got an ungloved hand around your throat, asking you to behave for your master.

Din gets up & gets Grogu off the wardrobe & sits him in between the two of you in bed, you’ve pulled the cover over you. Din & you had a very passionate night last night & your naked under the sheet. Din didn’t care that he got up to move Grogu in his birthday suit. He may still not show his face to others but all the while it’s just the 3 of you in the house he doesn’t care what is seen. The shy hidden away man who was (& still is to a small extent) a mystery, is now much calmer & free, less pressures in life with the occasional job.

“What is it Grogu?” You ask softly. He gargles & points out of the bedroom window. In the garden there is now a large number of ruby red strawberries waiting to be picked. You yawn & softly rub his head. “Yes strawberries, but we need to make sure they are okay first” his face drops when you say this. “But I’m sure they are” a smile creeps across his face. You then look at Din & smile as he’s slid back into bed & is stroking your bare back getting your long ginger hair out of the way, your spine tingling.

“Morning beautiful” he says as he leans over Grogu, to cup your face & slowly & sensually starts to make out with you. You moan in reply & the sudden intimate moment has Grogu leaping off the bed & running out of your room, probably to where his cot is. Not wanting to see what his Dads going to do.

“That worked” you giggle & then gasp as his thumb goes under the bedding & starts to rub your clit.

“& I know this does too”

“Fuck Din” you groan as his fat fingers slowly enter you & then after a few pulses he strums you quickly. Everything squelching. Your body trembling. You’re still sensitive from last night & you cum & bite into his bottom lip a few minutes later.

“God baby, your soaking” he says as he sucks his fingers clean.

“I’m already for one more round Din” you pant as you pull him on top of you. Your hands ruffle through his hair & as he lines himself up, you both hear a crash.

“Grogu!” You both shout in unison. Din automatically grabs his blaster & you grab the Barton he gave you & wrap yourself in the bed sheet. Both concerned for the kid & that someone might be in your house. Din also put on his helmet but nothing else so no one will see his face. You both enter the kitchen where the noise was & see that it’s just Grogu who has been using the force to get to the large bowl for collecting strawberries. He just didn’t realise he would knock stuff over as it came towards him.

“Kids hey… who’d have them” Din chuckles.

After making breakfast & you both getting dressed & trying to calm Grogu down, you eventually get in the garden & Grogu bounces to the first little bush. Din sighs as he puts on his helmet. As much as you do live a little away from the village, it’s a lovely sunny & warm day. Kids often run around flying past your little hut & he doesn’t want anyone else to see his face. The rest of his beskar is safety locked always except for his blaster, it’s in his holster. He’s in a grey tshirt & some dark blue shorts. You’re in a nice flowing summers dress, extremly thin straps, easy for him if he didn’t have his helmet on for him to kiss your soft skin, even if it’s covered in sun lotion.

“PATU… PATU!!!!” Grogu bounces & point as he holds his little bowl. You kneel next to him & pick a nice big strawberry. He goes to take it but you hold it away from him. His face drops.

“Remember we promised that Dad could have the first one this time”

“I do believe it was the best”

“Din” yous scoff & he laughs softly his modulated laughs always arouse you. He takes the strawberry from your hand & softly lifts his helmet so he can take a bite.

“Mmmm I’m not gonna complain if they are going to be that good” he says finishing it. In that time of eating it & seeing Grogu get upset you have picked 5 strawberries for the little green bean.

“See Grogu” he faces you & his eyes light up seeing you put the 5 strawberries in his bowl. “We will only give you the best” he smiles & holds one asking for permission to eat it.

“Go on kid” Din says softly & Grogu slowly eats the strawberry. His eyes widen like he’s just tasted heaven.

After about 10minutes Grogu has got bored of eating & collecting strawberries. He’s seen a frog from the end of the garden & is now chasing after it to play.

“Well that’s got to be a record” Din says as you both continue to pick.

“At least we can actually get some strawberries inside now, I plan on making Jam with them & freezing a load for some icy drinks when the temperature rises even more” you reply.

“Clever girl” Din says & you pause. It’s arousing.

“Say it again”

“My sweet clever girl” the goosebumps rise all over your skin. His modulator makes him sound sexy but what would be even sexier would be to kiss his lip.

“Din if you keep going like that, we will be distracted too.” & then you hear the click & look up from your crouched position as you pick. The helmet comes off out in the open. “Din no” you fully get up & go to grab it but he pulls it towards him so you come too.

“Yes, it’s boiling in here, no kids seem to be around, & I only have eyes for you.” He puts his helmet on the little table you’ve set up outside which has two bowls of full strawberries on & then his large thumb brushes you hair from your face. “You’re my own little red gem of desire” those are all the words he needs. The way your mouths embrace each other, as you slowly start to kiss puts you both in a trance. Your tongues moving together. It’s sweeter than any strawberry as you stand in the field & make out. Your hands roaming over his broad shoulders before wrapping around his neck. His hand is around the back of your neck as the other rests on your waist. Small moans escape you both. This could be any couple in the world right now. You’re both so in love with this moment & each other.

“Oooh beautiful” Din softly whispers before going back in, both his hands now trail down your sides, your curves gently graced by his touch, they slowly slip under the hem of your floaty dress & grip onto your arse. “Ooh baby” his fingers get into the waist band if your panties. you know you’re probably going to be lying in this field in a minute as Din plunders you. You don’t care that you’ll be sneezing for days after being that close to plants & it to be so raw. No hay-fever tablet will be able to solve this type of pollen.

“Din im…” & then you catch out of the corner of your eyes the table wobble. Both you & Din freeze unable to do a thing. You both stand there & look as Grogu try’s to use the force to get the strawberries off the table. A few strawberries fall to the floor but soon the little bowl comes off the table & lands carefully in front of him. You both sigh in admiration as he tucks in. You’re all smiles as he coos but he’s clearly too excited. It makes him radiate & the force pulses around him, shaking the table as the remaining strawberries fall to the floor & then so does the beskar helmet.

“Grogu!” Din shouts & slides towards him so the helmet doesn’t hit him, skidding along the field, hands ready for the catch. But Grogu slowly turns the helmet upside down & carefully puts it next to him & then starts to use the force to put the strawberries inside the helmet.

“Ahhh so clever Grogu” you say as Din looks up at you. His knees now covered in muck. You then help Din up who starts complaining about his back. “We can put some strawberries in there, & it will keep them cool if we do this.” You lean into your bag that’s by the table & find a cool pack & put it inside Dins helmet. “See”

“PATU”

Din chuckles as Grogu starts eating another fruit.

“You’re so clever babe” he says & hugs you as you grab the first bowl. Din kisses your cheek & you’re almost as red as the strawberries.

“I’m gonna take these inside & freeze a few” you smile & turn to walk away. As you do this Din smack your bum & winks at you.

Grogu is now on his sugar rush crash. All that running about, eating fruit, playing games, & using for force has wiped him out. You stand there & watch as Din softly lays him down in his cot, kissing his head & putting his frog toy into bed with him, slowly removing his thumb that Grogu had been clutching.

“Night kid” he says as he turns on the purple nightlight for him, before turning around to look at you. The sun is setting & you have an orange haze around you from where the light is coming in from the window. As Din faces you he sighs & smiles before he walks up to you, his large hands trace over your soft skin. “Do you know how radiant you look daring”

“No, but I can see the desire in…” you don’t get the rest of your sentence out. He’s reengaging that kiss from earlier. You moan as he bites your lip desperate to feel more, desperately wanting to feel every inch of you.

“Go lie down beautiful I have an idea” he whispers into your ear. You slowly let go of him but do as Din asks & you lie on your bed waiting for him. Din walks through the bedroom door a few moments later with a bowl.

“Are those…”you look puzzled at what Din is holding.

“Some of the frozen strawberries yes”

“Din!”

“Can’t we have some fun? For once?”

“We always have fun…”

“You know what I mean” & he puts the bowl on your bed side table. He automatically clambers over you as you start to make out on the bed. Your hair he starts with his hands but he wants more that just that smooth touch. Soon your left leg is wrapped around his bum as his hand goes inside your skimpy dress, squeezing your own arse. His bulge growing as he rocks into you. A patient lover he is to start with before the inner bounty hunter comes out, & his bounty as always is for you to squirt as he cums. He loves the look of complete euphoria on your face as when this happens. it always makes him fuck you harder.

“Din” you moan as the dress finally comes off. He has been trying to get you out of it all day. Your skin colour bra quickly removed to before he latches on to your nipple. Sucking away, a few soft nips here & there at them have you making the sweetest noises. You get more vocal when the hand that was squeezing your bum, has moved your knickers to the side & two of those long fingers easily slit inside you. Thighs trembling already. You want him. He wants you, those shorts are struggling to contain that bulge. You’re pretty sure Din is commando, the outline has been obvious for most of the day.

“Fuck din, I’m gonna cum”

“I’m not stopping you honey” he lifts his head up to speak before licking your cleavage. The scream you make shakes the bed, as you cum. He’s too good with that trigger finger. You know it’s not a full squirt but you can feel how damp you are. You lean your head back into the bed & shut your eyes for a few seconds & then your eyes open wide at a new sensation by your sex.

“Din what the… oooh fuck” Your frozen in many ways. Din has taken from the bowl a frozen strawberry & has rubbed it against your clit all the way down to your core as he slowly removed his fingers & drizzed the frozen fruit in your cum. Your mouth drops open as you see Din sit up & lick & nibble at the strawberry.

“Heaven baby” he licks his lips & then takes off his shirt & shorts, you were right with your earlier assumption. He then strokes his length a few times, pre cum dribbling out, he slowly rubs his penis against your clit to lube it up, before he grabs another frozen strawberry & does the same again. He then shuffles up to you & rubs the strawberry against your lips. “Wanna taste sexy?” You nod & slowly open your lips. “Suck first I want you to enjoy this.” You do as din asks & do some slurping noises as you suck the cum covered strawberry, hoping you don’t end up with brain freeze & in a sex haze. As you do this Din finally takes off your knickers. “Did you enjoy that baby” you nod.

“Oooh fuck Din that was, ooooh fuck” you gasp as he pushes his penis deep inside you in two rocks. The man is patient but when you’re already looking that good & oozing with arousal he’s not gonna wait, he’s slowly rocking into you. His body already sweating. All of his mandalorian tattoos will soon be glistening more than his beskar on a sunny day.

“Fuck baby” he growls before reaching into the bowl grabbing another strawberry & rubbing it instead of his thumb against your clit. He moans deeply as you clamp him harder. “Wooo babe I need to save that for when I’m ready to cum baby, I almost filled you up right there.” You laugh back as you watch Din eat that strawberry, before he gets the next one. This one feels even colder as he trails is up your boiling body & eventually starts drawing around your nipples with them: they were already erect, but now, neither of you think you’ve ever seen them so hard before.

“Fuck din” you whimper as he moves faster, he’s deep inside you, each draw out thrust teasing you to cum. Wanting to drench him & the bed sheet.

“Ooh baby” his mouth can’t resist, looking at the red residue on your breasts. He laps away as his softly licks the strawberry juice which has been left. A Tongue that licks your cunt every night, now lapping away at a forbidden fruit. His large hand once he’s done engulfs one of your breast while he feeds you some frozen strawberries. No longer methodical his movements, yous pelvis responding. Each sensitive motion being meet by moans from you both when you aren’t tasting the Delights of life be it fruit or kisses.

Eventually as his pace notches up once more which means he know he’s gonna cum soon, he places the biggest frozen strawberry from the bowl in your mouth.

“Don’t cum yet beautiful” he says softly but then the lights come on behind those eyes. The sensitive patient lover is now a sexual god. Not missing the spot for the last few minutes, your senses in over drive with each thrust. It’s not going to be long for you either. He then softly grips your neck. You gag around the strawberry. You eyes light up.”Dont cum yet beautiful, only when I take this from you”. Your hand grips to the bedding as you gag at round the strawberry in your mouth, your eyes watering, you pleasure about to explode. He so deep inside you you feel everything is about to burst. “Eyes on me” he grows. He’s a man possessed his pace blistering as your thighs trembles he doesn’t look away, to him this is you at your most beautiful, “fuck” he groans as you whimper. You then see him dip his head & kiss up your chin, his grip a little firmer. He then bites into the top of the strawberry & nods.

You don’t hold back as he does this. You cum harder than you ever have before as he removes his hand at the same time & you spiral out of control, every part of you twitching in pleasure. Your toes curling up, as you gush. You can feels the wetness seeping out already, you know your squirting.

“Fuck Din”

“Oooh fucking fuck” he cry’s after he finishes the strawberry in his mouth & his own release arrives. Flooding you with his own cum, as he slowly come to a holt. That blistering pace now just about a few slow movements. He licks his lips getting all the berry goodness from them. His hand no longer griping your throat but moving your own sweaty hair from your face. Panting fills the room. Both your body’s glistening as your hands wrap around his shoulders. You’re holding each other not saying a word but just in a moment of silence & sheer bliss.

“Din” you whisper a few minutes later.

“Yes my love” he says & you just smile back & he softly giggles & turns bright red. “Did you just want me to call you my love?”

“Maybe” you blush too & he leans down to softly kiss you. He then looks at what’s left of the bowl of strawberry, now starting to be a sloppy defrosted mess.

“Hmm I’m guessing you not gonna turn that into jam?” He says as he slowly rolls off you & automatically becomes your big spoon, nuzzling his head into your sweaty hair, not caring that he’s lying in the wet patch from you both cuming.

“Well this certainly gives strawberries & cream” you giggle.

“Yes it does baby, & I’d like to keep trying that, everytime we have a picking session”

“I’m game if you are.”

“More than game baby” he says as he kisses your neck. His deep brown eyes sparkle mischievously “I have spoken”

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Ties that Bind - Chapter 5

Anyone fancy a bit of Monday heartbreak? 😢

So I'm fairly certain this is the penultimate chapter, I've got an insane week at work this week so I wanted to get this posted so I could start fresh once I recover from real life 😅

Enjoy, let me know your thoughts!

Tagging: @thomasshelbyswife @cillmequick

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

Masterlist

Chapter 5

What appeared as twilight from the safety of the kitchen, was more like the depths of night outside. The air was cool and they’d both left the house in only the clothes they were wearing. Seren still had sneakers on, but David was in slippers. They ran into the nearest field, the grasses were as high as Seren’s shoulders in places and the ground uneven. The crops slapped her face and neck as she ran, feet pounding into the soft ground. Deep in the field, David pulled her down.

“I need to get hold of First Desk. Do you have your phone, did you call him?” He asked. Seren felt her pocket, her face ashen in the moonlight.

“Shit. Shit, it’s gone. Oh god, what the hell do they want? What the hell is First Desk?” She hissed. 

“They want me. I’m afraid River and I haven’t been entirely honest with you. But there’s no time for that, we need to keep going. You know the furthest barn?” Seren nodded. “Get there, don’t wait, just go.”

“I’m not leaving you behind.”

“You will if I damn well tell you to.” David instructed.

“I will not and you can’t make me. Let’s go.” Seren gripped the iron poker tighter in her hand and rose to her feet. They both moved off as fast as they could, the barn a few hundred meters away. As they ran further and deeper into the field, David struggled. His feet slipped inside his slippers and the ground got more boggy. She took his hand and pulled him with her. “Come on, come on,” she begged. “I've got you.” She could hear voices behind them, keeping their distance on the edges of the field. 

“You must go, get the First Desk and tell them we're compromised. Tell them to send that new chap, Lamb, I've heard he's handy in a sticky spot.” Seren's heart fell as she realised she'd lost him to the confines of his mind. 

“We can get there together,” she cringed as she attempted to play along, “First Desk are way out of my league.”

“True enough. You don't have clearance anyway.” Clearance? Her mind ran, desperately unable to keep up with wherever David was and their actual situation. “We need dogs here as soon as they can, and likely a clean up team.” Seren felt her breathing shallow and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed and tried to regain control, tried to inhale fully and steady herself. She could feel the creeping terror of a panic attack trying to edge its way into her mind but was determined to keep it at bay. 

“Let's keep going, we're nearly at the barn.” She half dragged him the last hundred metres and pulled at the door. The barn was filled with hay bales at various heights, Seren breathed a sigh of relief that there were no unruly farm animals. They pulled the door closed together and she tucked David safely behind a stack a few rows in. She went to check how closely they'd been followed. She hoped the thieves hadn't bothered giving chase, a ransacked house was one thing but she wasn't sure how she'd explain to River if David was injured - or worse. As she rounded the corner to see if there was a way to barricade the door, it swung open. Seren hid behind the nearest hay bale and held her breath. The man whistled as he entered, casually peering around the large barn as if he had all the time in the world. Seren held the poker tightly in her hands and she moved silently deeper into the barn. The man started to lunge around corners, trying to catch her out, make her jump. 

“No point dragging this out, get out here and bring the old bastard with you.” He taunted. Seren's blood ran cold. She could hear him closing in on the stack she hid behind and felt a desperate need to get him further away from David, as far away as she could. As he rounded the corner, she aimed the poker at his midsection, swinging it like a bat. The impact sent vibrations through her hands and up her arms. The poker dropped to the floor alongside the man who dropped to his knees. Seren ran for the door. If she could lead him out and away, she could keep David safe. Or safer. She flew past him, feet pounding on the dusty floor, he wasn't far behind though and as she reached the wide space in front of the open doors, he grabbed her ankle and she hit the ground face first. Winded by the fall, she groaned into the dirt. She rolled onto her back and scrambled to her feet, balling her hand into a fist, she threw a punch to his jaw. She quickly realised her error as pain shot through her hand and the thumb she'd captured between her palm and fingers. He shook off her punch and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high enough that her tiptoes scraped the floor looking for purchase. Black started to creep into the edges of her vision as his hand tightened and her breathing was more constricted. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, and then she heard a female voice. 

“Oh for god's sake Duffy, put the girl down. I thought we were going for low key?” The man brought her down a fraction.

“Put her down now!” David bellowed, hitting the man on the back of the head with the handle of his pistol. Seren tumbled to the floor, the man dropping her as he clutched at the back of his head. The woman spoke up again. 

“Gun down please, David.” She said sternly. Seren clutched her throat, still unable to drag enough air into her lungs. The panic attack and hyperventilating she'd managed to stave off were beginning to take hold. Somewhere in her semi consciousness she heard more voices and an overhead light came on. She hid her face in her hands, blinking away the bright light. 

“Isn't this all a bit much Di?” 

“Fuck off, Lamb, we had this under control.”

“Grandad, please put the gun down.” 

“Don't make me laugh, you can't control your own bowel movements, Duffy. Diana, this is an overreaction and you know it.”

“Can you both stop bickering, I do not have the energy for this.” Nestled amongst the raised voices and arguing which she could barely hear over the sound of her ragged breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, Seren heard a familiar voice. A body crouched down next to her, lifting her to sit more upright. 

“Come on darling girl, sit up.” She saw two David's in her eyeline and shook her head.

“Two of you,” she croaked, her breathing still not under control. 

“That'll be the lack of oxygen, can you breathe more deeply?” David placed his hands on her upper arms and tried to encourage her to slow down. In the corner of her eye, she saw the man who'd choked her with a gun pointed at David. 

“No, no,” she tried to shout. She shuffled to her feet and tried to put herself between the gun and David. 

“Fucks sake, can we decide what the fuck we're doing here?” The man growled, the gun firmly aimed at Seren. 

“What the fuck, Duffy? Put the fucking gun down.” Seren soon had River's body between her and the gun and found herself looking at the rough pattern of his jacket. He had an arm pushed out behind him, keeping her hidden by his body. She swayed on the spot and felt David gently guide her back to the floor. With her eyes adjusted to the light and her breathing steadily becoming more even, Seren started to pay more attention. River still had his back to her, David sat by her side. 

“Let's put the dog back in his cage eh, Di? Seems the old bastard has his faculties for now so shall we try and talk like grown ups?” A bedraggled looking man standing near River spoke up. 

“Suddenly the voice of reason, Lamb?” The man they called Duffy sneered. 

“Well yeah, actually, I'm bloody hungry. A man's gotta eat.” 

“Shut up both of you.” The woman said sharply. She was dressed impeccably, despite their location. She looked around the standing bodies to David. “Are you with us, Cartwright?”

“I am currently, Diana, yes. Though I can't guarantee for how long. I assume you're here to kill me?” David patted Seren reassuringly on the shoulder and got to his feet. The woman hummed. 

“It was my intention, yes. It's becoming increasingly apparent that you don't have the mental capacity to keep certain things quiet any longer.”

“It's true, my mind is not what it once was. But I've given nothing away, the girl is evidence of that. She's completely in the dark.”

“Until now.”

“Yes, well, blame your dogs for that. Watching us for months, putting us on edge.” They fell silent. 

“Where do we go from here then?” The scruffy man asked, lighting a cigarette. “Would you like us to shoot you once you've had it, Di?”

“No I bloody would not.”

“Bit of a dick move expecting the old bastard to get it then? And I don't even like him.”

“Your opinion is noted, Lamb.”

“Ma'am, may I-” River started.

“Fucking hell Cartwright, we were just getting somewhere.” Lamb interrupted. 

“Let him speak, River has my power of attorney, I trust him to speak for me.” David said wearily. The woman rolled her eyes and gestured for River to continue. 

“He's right, he's not given up any information even on his worst days. Please,” he pleaded, “please don't kill him. Can we have a service approved carer? Regular reviews, anything?”

“Lamb?”

“Don't look at me, I want fuck all to do with this.”

“But you agree with the suggestion?”

“If you kill him, you're setting a precedent for how you or I will be treated when we lose our marbles. I for one want to die drunk in bed covered in Chinese takeaway, not shot by this moron.” He pointed at Duffy. The woman looked at her watch impatiently.

“Fine. But if anything goes wrong, it comes back on you, Cartwright, and he,” she pointed at David, “won't be able to save you this time.” River nodded obediently. 

“Yes ma'am, understood.”

“I think we're done here. Clean up the fallout Cartwright.”

“No more dogs?” Lamb asked. The woman hesitated and he looked pointedly at her. 

“No more dogs, you have my word.”

“Glad we're all in agreement, now fuck off Duffy.” Lamb clapped his hands and shooed the other man toward the door. The woman and Duffy left, leaving Seren with the two Cartwrights and Lamb. 

“The girl needs hospital.” Lamb told River. 

“‘m fine,” she shook her head, making it ache again. He knelt down in front of her, Seren could see his sallow skin and greasy, lank hair. He looked at her neck, mottled with purple bruises, and her hand, swollen and misshapen. River watched over them, he still hadn't spoken to or approached Seren himself. 

“You need x-rays. Your thumb is broken and you need your wrist strapping up. Go alone,”

“She's not going alone.” River stated.

“Want to be arrested for beating up your girlfriend?” Lamb asked, “cos that's what they'll think.” He turned back to Seren, “you go alone. Tell them you were mugged and a police liaison officer will be taking a statement tomorrow. Then get yourself off home, plenty of painkillers and some sleep. Cold water for your throat.” He stood back up. “We, gentlemen, have got some shit to work out.” 

“Can I at least take her to the hospital?” River asked. Seren could feel the anger bubbling up, sick of being called ‘girl’ and ‘her’.

“Drop her at the door, you'd better come back with food.” 

“I'm not going anywhere until someone explains what the fuck just happened?” Seren said as loudly as she could manage. The men fell silent. “River?” He looked between Seren and Lamb, loyalties torn. “This is ridiculous,” she turned to David who looked exhausted. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but want to help him. “Come on, let's get you home.” She took his arm with her good hand and led him slowly outside. River's car was abandoned outside with the doors wide open and the engine running. She helped David into the front seat and sat in the back waiting for the others. It was a matter of seconds back to the house along the gravel track. With River trying to catch her eye in the mirror, Seren wished she'd put David in the car and walked. She needed time to process what she'd heard and seen, but her anger was too great to ignore and she had too many questions to walk away. In the house, Seren assessed the damage. The back door had been kicked in and the route from the back door to the front door looked like the path of a tornado. Lamb started opening cupboards. “There's food in the fridge.” She told him, sinking into the armchair in the kitchen. She was freezing, so she pulled her hoodie (River's hoodie) from the back of the chair and slipped her arms into it, pulling it around her. David came in from the sitting room with the whiskey decanter while River followed with glasses. He handed her a tumbler with a few generous fingers of single malt in the bottom but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She stayed in the armchair, legs pulled up like a shield while the others sat around the table. Lamb tucked into the pie she'd made earlier. 

“So, what do you want to know?” David asked. 

“Everything. How long have you been lying to me?” Her throat hurt, her voice was low and husky. David shook his head.

“It wasn't a lie,” he stressed. 

“We're MI5.” River told her. Across the table Lamb leaned back in his chair and threw up his hands. 

“So much for anonymity.” River ignored him. 

“This is my… boss.”

“The woman? And the thug?” 

“Everyone's boss. She's interim head of MI5. He is actually just a thug, we call them dogs. They're usually carrying out her dirty work.” Seren stared at him. 

“The dogs? You brushed me off when I told you what David said-”

“I know. I was wrong.”

“Fucking hell, Cartwright, it must be love if you're admitting you were wrong about something.”

“Love?” David queried. 

“Do you mind?” Seren snapped at Lamb. “I think we've more important things to discuss.”

“I like this one, she's feisty.”

“Fuck you.” She glared. 

“Got a bit of heartburn, better not.” 

“So what, why was she here?”

“They thought it easier if I were dead. I once had Diana Taverner's job. I have a lot of information, a lot of secrets that they don't want escaping as I deteriorate.”

“That's true? They came to kill you?” She was incredulous, it sounded too far-fetched to be true. “And you knew? You knew we were in danger?” She turned to River. He went to speak but she got there first. “So what the fuck was I? Collateral damage?”

“No! God, no. Seren I didn't mean for you to be in any danger-” Seren stood up abruptly and downed her drink. Already unsteady on her feet, the alcohol didn't help. “Wait, you can't drive, let me take you?”

“I'm fine.”

“Seren, please?”

“I'd listen to him. I don't tend to, but I can't see you making it to the hospital on your own steam.” Lamb pointed out. Her shoulders dropped, she knew he was right. “Get back here sharpish. No dawdling.” He warned River. 

*

In the car, Seren sat as close to the door as she could get and stared out of the window. River watched her carefully, only taking his eyes off her when the road demanded his attention. 

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, grateful that they were finally alone and he could speak freely. She didn't respond. She cradled her bad wrist in her good hand, she was shivering so he turned up the heat. As she turned slightly to acknowledge the extra warmth, he could see the tears in her eyes. She swallowed thickly, trying not to let them fall, but the pain in her throat made her grimace. They pulled up at the hospital, the bright lights of the A&E department bursting through the darkness. He reached out to place a hand on her thigh and when she flinched, his heart sank. “I'll pick you up when you're done?”

“I don't have my phone-”

“Here, take mine,” he scrambled in his pocket. 

“I don't want your phone, or a lift, or anything to do with you.” She finally turned to look at him. “Don't contact me.” She looked completely betrayed.

“If that's what you want-” the car door slammed and he watched her slowly make her way to the entrance. He dragged his hands over his face and up into his hair, trying to shake off the desperate heartache of watching her walk out of his life. He sniffed and nodded firmly to himself. Time to clean up the fallout, like he'd been told. At the house, neither Lamb nor the elder Cartwright had made any attempt to straighten out the mess Duffy had made. Under duress, David had agreed to a service approved and chosen carer who would report weekly to Lamb and Taverner and daily to River. He would no longer be assessed by his own GP, but by a private MI5 doctor and he would undergo rigorous bi-monthly tests to track his health more closely. By the time Lamb left, River wasn't sure David had an ounce of privacy left - something he knew Seren would have advocated for. He wondered if he'd given up David's freedom too easily but decided, in the absence of Seren's guidance, that it was either this or give up David's life. He knew which he preferred.

“I'm proud of you my boy.” David told him as River helped him into bed. 

“I didn't do anything.” 

“You came when we needed you. How's Seren?” River shrugged. 

“She doesn't want anything to do with me. With us.”

“She'll come around.” 

“I don't think she will.”

“You like her?” River looked away, “I may be old but I'm not stupid. I heard two people climb the stairs a few weeks ago. And I heard that bloody car of hers leave at some ungodly hour. The way you look at her, I used to look at Rose like that.”

“Sorry grandad,” River sighed.

“I'm not angry. She's good for you. For both of us.”

“Yeah well, not anymore. We start again with someone new.” David frowned. 

“We'll see about that. Get some rest.”

“You too old man. G'night.” River closed the door quietly and set about clearing up the mess. He wedged the back door closed as best he could, swept up broken glass and righted everything that had been knocked over. He found Seren's phone in the front porch, her bag in the kitchen, her book in the sitting room. She was scattered around the house, hair ties by the kitchen sink, a notepad on the coffee table, her favourite chocolate in the fridge. He left everything where it was, apart from the phone which he put by her bag, then he fell into a dreamless sleep on the sofa. He was woken by shuffling sounds from the kitchen and hushed voices. Bleary eyed, he wandered in to see Seren handing a taxi driver a tenner from her purse. The man thanked her and left, raising his hand in a wave to River as he did. Seren spun around to face him.

“Thought you'd be asleep.”

“How are you?”

“Sprained wrist, broken thumb, bruises.” 

“Your body combat teacher will be chuffed.”

“I dick around in a dark room pretending to punch stuff. I've never actually hit anyone before.” She muttered. 

“You look tired.”

“Thanks, you look like shit too.”

“Why don't you get some sleep in my room?”  Seren raised an eyebrow, “alone, I mean.” She shook her head. 

“I need to go,” she took her bag and keys from the table, shoving her battered phone in her pocket. “Tell him I said goodbye.” Her voice cracked and he reached for her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. 

“Seren-” he said softly. By the time she turned back to him, she'd regained her composure though the tears she'd tried to hide rolled down her cheeks.

“Don't say my name like that. Don't speak to me like I mean anything to you. You've made me a fool. I knew I shouldn't have let you win me over, I knew I should have stayed out of your way. I don’t want to see you again, goodbye River.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp and left him on the kitchen doorstep as her car spluttered to life and roared down the drive.

Chapter 6

[redfurrycat]

🤠💰☠️🐓Organised Crime Fic Recs🐓☠️💰🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: ALCwriter, Anonymous, Dalearden, Elizabethgee, Flyingfightingfishy, Halestrom, Hangmanbradshaw, Lemqnie, LoveMadeThemDoIt, Mackwinnon, Playingwiththeboysisagayanthem, Renai_chan, Res_judicata, ToukoJalorda003.

Daily Heroes > Spies & Secret Agents > Vigilantes, Superheroes & Supervillains

white picket fence by res_judicata {M}

Whenever anyone from the kids’ school asks, Jake always just smiles politely and explains that his husband works for a big international company and that’s why he’s overseas a lot.  He doesn’t say that Bradley is arguably the ‘director’ of said company, nor that the ‘company’ in question is the Mafia. He knows a few of the other parents have their suspicions and that he and Bradley are the subject of their fair share of rumours and gossip. Jake just doesn’t let it get to him, he has his beautiful family and gorgeous husband, the nosy PTA mothers can go fuck themselves. For every, oh my, how can your husband bear to leave such a lovely husband at home with the kids for so many months of the year, Jake can read between the lines.

Live Until We Die by Renai_chan {E}

Speak Softly, Love

Jake leaves behind his crappy life in Texas and moves to California. There, he meets Bradley, a gorgeous man who works at a charity helping the homeless. They fall in love, and everything is sunshine and rainbows until he learns that Bradley is, in fact, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, heir to the empire of his godfather, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, who rules the underbelly of Los Angeles with ice-cold ruthlessness. Suddenly, Jake find himself embroiled in the dangers of the LA Mafia

Live Until We Die: Outtakes

A compilation of one-shots and drabbles of the Mafia AU.

Along the Razor's Edge

Jake's father makes contact after more than a year when the family farm goes into foreclosure, and Jake is torn between helping save his childhood home and leaving his father to his fate. Bradley steps in, but his plan to help Jake isn't received well by Jake's father, and Jake finds himself caught between his new family and his own flesh and blood.

Bet on Love

Jake says yes.

On a Gathering Storm

As Jake becomes more and more entrenched in the business of his new family, he comes to understand the risks that are associated with it. When someone comes to LA to challenge Ice, Jake finds himself caught in the middle of a power struggle between his family, the challengers, and the law. How is a simple farm boy supposed to keep his head above water?

An Offer He Can't Refuse by Dalearden {_}

Detective Jake Seresin has been on the trail of the Layton gang for a long time. When he starts getting too close he finds himself drawn into their world to the point where he starts to question everything he thought he knew about who he is and what he does. The fact he's also undeniably attracted to one Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw only serves to further complicate matters.

Whiskey Neat by ALCwriter {M}

Jake is fresh out of the Navy and living with his sister to help her through a nasty divorce. While he scrambles to find a way to keep his sister and niece safe he unintentionally falls into the tangles of Bradley Bradshaw. He knows Bradley is most likely bad news and he most definitely knows he should stay away from him. But when shit hits the fan- he has nowhere else to turn. a.k.a Jake gets mixed up with Bradley who just so happens to be a mafia boss.

The Only Exception by mackwinnon {E}

Organized crime AU. Escort Jake meets Bradley in a club while he's with another client. Bradley's instantly intrigued and makes Jake an offer he can't refuse. It's just business. Until it isn't.

wash out the salt from my hands by elizabethgee {E}

Jake's having a great day. He's just won the TOPGUN competition, he met a handsome, mysterious stranger at The Hard Deck who's definitely interested in taking him to bed... What could possibly go wrong?

cosa nostra (this thing of ours) by lemqnie {_}

Bradley is the prettiest thing Jake has ever laid eyes on. It's a shame he's a rival gang's heir and Jake has to kill him.

When Danger Comes Home (Don’t Ever let it Roost) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Bradley adored his job, and it had been his dream to go into law enforcement as a kid. He had everything he’d ever wanted - except for a romantic partner, but he’d never even consider dragging them into his dangerous personal life. …Until he took a smuggling case involving Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, a known member of the city’s organized crime syndicate. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew, this time.

I only pray (don’t fall away from me) by Anonymous {E}

Jake Seresin has an acquired taste. It comes in the form of the clubs most desired; Rooster. His wide doe eyes, ridiculous pornstache that fits him so perfectly, and his tan, toned body. And what Jakes wants, Jake gets.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake and Bradley are the sons of the two families who run the town. They've been in a rivalry longer than Jake can remember. It was bound to explode at some point. He just never expected it to be his own freedom's demise. He didn't expect Bradley to look anything but victorious. But here they are.

I Wake Up Drenched in Nightmares and Find I'm Alone by flyingfightingfishy {T}

A sting operation gone (almost) wrong leaves Jake with nightmares and exposes inconvenient feelings.

kiss the ring and let 'em bow down, looking for the time of your life (no one's gonna find out) by playingwiththeboysisagayanthem {M}

“It took Mav’s breath away to reconcile the image before him with the eighteen-year-old boy who stormed out with nothing more than the contents of a single duffle bag and the clothes on his back all those years ago. So forgive him for how long it took for him to find the air to wheeze out, “Bradley?” “Yeah,” the man laughed, scratching at his face in thought as he turned his eyes toward the moon above, “Yeah, I guess it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” “You could say that,” Mav croaked out, “Um, come in, it’s…cold out here.” Because no matter how much time had passed, there would never be a version of the world where Mav turned Bradley away. Bradley just nodded and followed him inside.“ ————— aka, when Mav pulled his papers, Bradley took off. For ten years, nobody ever knew what happened to him. Not until he showed up on Mav and Ice’s doorstep in the middle of the night. As it would turn out, he’s found some trouble since they last saw him and their boy has changed a lot in those ten years.

got a shot of kerosene in my veins by halestrom {E}

Fighting was the only thing Bradley could do to help his family when they found themselves in a mountain of debt, and he didn't regret it, not if it meant they would be okay. But he never expected to meet Jake Seresin, nor to get drawn deeper into a world he didn't want any part of, even though, as time wore on, he realized he wanted Jake. More than he should.

i already feel a knife in my hands by halestrom {E}

crimson blood is tattooed on my hands

Bradley Bradshaw is the scion of the most powerful Family in the southwestern United States, but when the Family out of Texas comes to town with the word alliance on their lips, his world is flipped upside down when he's introduced to the heir presumptive, and has to deal with his growing interested in a man he shouldn't want, as well as trouble brewing on the horizon from unseen forces who seek to tear his world out from under him.

i'm obsessed with what we both could be

Six weeks after finding out what Jake can do, Bradley runs into him again. And just can't help himself.

I knew you in another life by LoveMadeThemDoIt {_}

There‘s never been a less ideal time for his ex to show his face unannounced than it is now, with Javy and Callie here at his house, oblivious to who the person standing on his porch is. Of course Bradley would reappear just as he had settled into his new life, far away from where the man should be able to find and get his hands on him.

[ask-alsius-vafer]

*Three feet away from Alsius as he worked, was Andrew. He was currently holding his tongue, though the excitement was evident on his face. As soon as Als was less preoccupied with his healing duties, Andrew immediately launched back into his introduction of what the conjured picnic basket on his arm contained.

The basket, wicker with two wooden flapped lids, was well made. It was a speciality spell Andrew had seen his sisters perform many times over in the years since he was a child. Those baskets were always filled to the brim with farm-fresh goods from their modest patch of land. This one, however, comprised of items plucked from the Ravenclaw table—slices of toast, baguette, and waffles tucked in together with small jars of compote in flavours of raspberry, strawberry, cherry, blackcurrant, and apricot. He had also carefully wrapped several streaks of bacon in brown parchment paper, leaving just enough space for a large glass of milk with an anti-spilling charm cast over it.*

…if I were to choose Als, I’d go for the blackcurrant. But let me know if this isn’t to your liking, I can bring some eggs, mushrooms, sausages, and beans next time! And cheese! Although, I’ve heard rumours to stay away from cheese these days…

*Andrew trailed off but then held out the basket with both hands, his eager face lit up by expectant round eyes.*

Finishing the last of his duties, Alsius quietly deposited the completed charts into the appropriate trays to be reviewed. When he turned, he stopped short, brows raising in surprise at Andrew’s unexpected presence. With his roommate’s healthy appetite and sensible exercise habits (and rather impressive skill at evasion), he rarely visited the infirmary. In fact, the only time Alsius remembered healing him was when…

Well.

Alsius cleared his throat and returned Andrew’s warm smile, his expression placidly friendly in the face of such irrepressible eagerness. It was no surprise. From Alsius’s observations — minus a bit of skittishness — Andrew’s personality was firmly entrenched in pure joie de vivre. Not to mention his love of food was particularly renowned. In fact, if Andrew displayed any less enthusiasm when explaining the basketful of offerings, then Alsius could only assume he was truly unwell.

“It all looks delicious, but is this…this isn't all for me, is it?” A slight flush warmed the hollow of his throat as he stepped closer and peeked into the proffered basket. “I couldn’t possibly eat it all before it goes off...”

It wasn’t a comment made out of modesty. It was the truth, though he didn’t want Andrew to think he was rebuffing his generosity.

“Would you perhaps want to share? I’m just finishing my shift and I have time before my next class,” he asked as he lowered the wooden lid. Despite his calm demeanour, the warmth crept further up the column of his neck. He still didn’t understand why being on the receiving end of acts of kindness and simple social interactions brought such internal fluster. “It would be a shame for any of it to go to waste.”

[petermorwood]

Saturday was a lovely sunny day, so we fired up the BBQ.

These are bacon chops on the bone from Andarl Farm in Co Mayo. Each is the size of my hand from wrist to extended fingertips.

Accompanied by @dduane​’s version of Zeughauskeller potato salad and a slug of BBQ sauce from Mic’s Chilli, they are delicious.

Potato salad recipe under the cut.

Potato Salad a la Zeughauskeller

Serves 4 as Side.

The Zeughauskeller (http://www.zeughauskeller.ch), located in the heart of Zurich, Switzerland, successfully straddles a very difficult divide between "tourist destination" and "locals' hangout".  Once the cantonal armory, it now serves as a restaurant happily positioned just off one of the world's great shopping streets, the Bahnhofstrasse, and right by the busy Paradeplatz tram junction.   Tourists probably know it best as the place with menus in nine languages -- a haven of big beer mugs and a wide spectrum of sausages, grills and Swiss specialties. Locals usually know it best as the kind of place where, when the furor of lunch dies down, you can sit and have a beer or a wine with a friend and gossip the afternoon away.  But members of both groups may well know it for its potato salad.

Though this recipe does contain mayonnaise, it doesn't need as much as some, since the mayo gets thickening assistance from the potatoes' own starch, drawn out of them by a dousing with boiling stock.  The restaurant goes through approximately twenty tons of this potato salad each year.  

The Zeughauskeller's boss was kind enough to give us the recipe some years back...so here it is.  This is an adaptation of the original, as most of us do not normally want to deal with twenty kilograms of potatoes at once.

3-3/4 lb Mealy potatoes

1 c beef stock

1 c chicken stock

1 small onion

1/2 oz fresh parsley

Salad dressing

1/2 c Mayonnaise, fresh if possible

1/4 c Brown or yellow mustard, as you prefer  (more if desired)

(Because this preparation involves a prolonged session at room temperature while the stock and potatoes come into equilibrium, special attention must be given to making sure that the pots and pans involved are scrupulously clean. I normally freshly wash my pots and then scald them out with boiling water.)

Peel the potatoes and cut them into chunks -- quartering them seems to work well with smaller potatoes: if you have big ones, it probably makes more sense to chop them into eighths.

Cook in boiling salted water until "almost ready". (This is obviously very subjective: I go for the equivalent of "al dente".)  Drain, trying to retain in the pan any starch that has come off the potatoes while boiling: but get rid of as much as possible of the water. Bring the stocks to boiling and pour them over the potatoes. Allow the potatoes to rest in the  stock for 45 minutes.

Finely chop the parsley and onion:  add them to the mixture and toss them together, letting them sit for five or ten minutes further to bring out the flavor.  Then mix in the dressing.

Serve faintly warm.