#and i want nothing more than for things to get better for her

[pinkiebieberpie]

YESSS THE PEOPLE WANT FARMER BUCKY !!!!

OH MY MY MY ઇઉ

(singledad!farmer!bucky x f!reader)

i'm happy to give the people what they want <33 i'm not much of a writer and it's more of a longer blurb/a few scenerios put in one longer post, but if you want to you can check my fic masterlist // inspired by this moodboard, enjoy!! reblogs and feedback is appreciated <33 (and yes the title is taylor swift coded, if you know you know.) ++ @bstorn wanted to be tagged.

words: 1.5k

warnings: death (mentioned), age gap (reader is in her mid 20s, bucky is in his early 40s), mention of drinking, mention of hair pulling, smut, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, outside sex (fuck being quiet, they are sleeping), unprotected sex, cockwarming and creampie (but also not really??? but it is here???)

life is messy. y/n's was actually very messy that's why she decided to move, leave her old life behind and change everything. how did she end up in a small town in the middle of texas? nobody knows, but she was there alone.

the first month was the hardest, she found a new job in a bakery, made a friend - her coworker, jessie but there was not really much to do, calm town, everyone knew each other, basically no privacy. after that first month y/n met bucky, a single father of two, a farmer and big enthusiast of chocolate cookies they were selling at the bakery. was he flirty? maybe. was he friendly? 100%.

it all started innocent.

"hi, i'm bucky, you new in town?"

"how do you like it here?"

"if you need any help feel free to reach out."

and y/n in fact did reach out, cause she needed help when her apartmet flooded. it was out of the blue the next day when bucky came to the bakery, but he was more than happy to help. that day y/n and bucky get to know each other a little bit more. she found out he has two daughters, annie (4 years old) and bea (6 years old), he owns one of the biggest farms in town and it's in his family since... forever, really. she was sure he is married, he was wearing a wedding ring, but that was just a habit - his wife died two years ago in an accident. the conversation was smooth, it was clear that the chemistry was there, but nobody made a move.

"all should be fine now." was what bucky said when he finished fixing y/n's plumbing problem. was she starring at him a bit when he was fixing her sink? yes.

"thank you, really, i had no idea what to do and i don't know that many people here... so i kind of had to ask my friendly neighbourhood customer for help." she chuckled and licked her lip a little bit.

"oh, it's nothing, actually i have a favor to ask, myself... it's okay if you feel like this is too much, but i have to help my friend out of town on the weekend, he has some problems with his animals and i can't leave girls alone, could you babysit? i can pay!"

"what? babysit? i- i never did that, but if your daughters are even half as kind as you, i bet they are angels, so yeah, i can do that, i'm not working over the weekend, you don't have to worry. and you don't have to pay me, it's favor for a favor."

was it a bit weird and a bit fast? for some people maybe, but both of them really felt like they could've trust each other. and that's how y/n became a babysitter for annie and bea. the girls were little angels, that was true. it became a thing that y/n was coming over to play with them and watch them, when bucky was working or when he was busy with whatever he needed to do. girls adored her. she baked cookies with them, they played outside together, she loved reading books with annie and bea and they loved to listen to them.

one night bucky came home really late, the girls were sleeping and y/n fell asleep on the couch too. closing the door woke her up and looked at bucky all sleepy.

"huh? you are home? i better pack my thin-"

"are you crazy? it's 3am, you are staying here, i will drive you home in the morning." he said it with a tone that left no place for arguing. she was a bit turned on by his voice, but no way she would ever tell bucky that. they were friends. only friends, with a weird chemistry, but still friends... but are you really friends when it's 3am and you are sitting on a couch with a man so much older, talking about life, drinking and being really and i mean really comfortable with each other?

that night went peaceful and quietly, in the morning bucky made breakfast for all three of the girls and when his kids were ready all four of them left his farm. first bucky and y/n dropped annie and bea at their preschool and then they made their way to y/n's house.

"you know, they adore you." bucky said while he way driving. y/n felt her cheeks getting a bit more pinkish. and she had no idea why, it was a compliment from his daughters, kind of, not from him. but at this point she knew she was falling for this man and there was nothing she could do about it.

✧✧✧

a few months passed and everything was going great for both bucky and y/n. they were meeting almost every weekend and more than one time during the work week. one day bucky invided her to a picnic at his farm, but... it was only two of them. the girls visited their grandma, and the truth was bucky wanted to spend some time alone with his... friend? his who? that was maybe a little bit more complicated than he wanted it to be. farmer was thinking about her all the time and he was ready to make things official. he wasn't in a relationship since his wife passed and that was over two years ago! he deserved to be happy.

when bucky asked y/n to be his girlfriend she was speachless, cause of course she wanted it, she wanted it bad. she wanted him bad, to be honest. soon she found out bucky wasn't always that sweet and caring man everyone thought he was. he was a very typical girl dad, he was making breakfast for his kids every morning, doing their hair, but he was also that type of man to pull your hair very hard when you were alone. and y/n loved it. every second of it.

their relationship was perfect, y/n loved waking up next to him almost every morning, she moved in really quickly. it wasn't even strange for the girl, they accepted it, after all annie and bea loved having y/n around.

one night y/n and bucky put the girls to bed earlier, because they planned a dinner. bucky cooked and prepared everything and all y/n had to do was to just look pretty when everything was ready.

"god, angel, you look stunning." was what bucky said when he saw y/n in her short, black dress. they ate their dinner, had some red wine and since it was warm summer they left home to sit outside. the moon looked marvelous and y/n looked even more beautiful in it's light.

it didn't took much for bucky to start kissing her. first her lips, then her neck, her exposed cleavage. y/n started breathing faster and then he dropped on his knees and rolled her dress up. first he was kissing y/n's thighs, then his lips were on her already wet panties. her noises were getting louder, then bucky took off her underwear. his lips were soft at first, teasing her, but when she buckled up her hips to him that was a sign he had no idea he was waiting for. bucky's tounge was making her more and more wet and she was only getting louder. her hands ended up in his long hair, pulling them hard when he added fingers to his ministrations.

"c'mon sweetie, you are making really cute noises, but you can be louder than that... girls are sleeping inside you can be as loud as you can." he hummed, his lips still so close to your aching pussy. it was hard being quiet with this man, he was making y/n feel like she was floating with his fingers and tounge alone. after her first orgasm they moved to their bedroom. they ended up naked a second after the door closed behind them. lips and hands were everywhere. their bodies so close, lots of moans and gasps. it was a perfect mix between soft love making and rough fucking and it made y/n lost her mind. at some point bucky covered her mouth.

"shh... we are not outside anymore, girls are sleeping next door, you have to be quiet now, doll." he whispered into her ear as he bit it. he was moving inside her with a steady rythm. her hands were on his back, nails in his skin leaving marks, it wasn't long before y/n finished again. when bucky wanted to move she wrapped her legs around him.

"no, please, i want to feel you..." she purred in the croock of his neck. he hapilly obliged. and that's how they both fell asleep. bodies tangled together, their breaths steady and calm and the whole life ahead of them. maybe with more than just two kids in the future...

[pshbites]

JAPANESE DENIM ━ nrk

pairing : riki x fem!reader genre : fluff, strangers to lovers, yearning, college au warnings : none other than the fact riki is a lovestruck loser synopsis : you find yourself missing the boy from the music store who you dont even know wc : 1.8k a/n : this actually has nothing to do with denim but it IS inspired off the lyric from daniel ceasers japanese denim - you dont even know me, its an interpretation SO i hope u guys like it !

if u enjoyed pls like & reblog, feedback is always appreciated!! also listen to the song linked to get the full experience :)))

“why are we even here man?” riki groaned, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as he followed jungwon around. 

 if there was anything that tired riki out more than classes, it was probably shopping. with his amazing luck, jungwon dragged him out to get a gift for jays birthday that was approaching. after 2 hours of running around the whole city they were here, at a music store. they sold the usual, records, cds, vinyls, everything of the sort. 

“there’s this oasis record jay really wants, i’m sure it’ll be here” jungwon replied, sifting through the records on the shelf. he stood there, impatiently, hoping jungwon could mysteriously find it but instead jungwon moved to the next section making riki sigh. “just let me know when you’re done” he said, jungwon waving him off as riki navigated through the store. 

he found himself at the all too familiar hip-hop section. that was where he saw you. he didn’t think anyone was in the store when him and jungwon entered but here you were. he tore his gaze away from you and looked at the records in front of him, pretending to look through them. his efforts to distract himself were in vain because he found himself looking at you again. 

you were so pretty. possibly the prettiest girl riki had ever seen, he wasn’t really sure people like you existed. you had this slight pout on your lips, struggling to find whatever it was that you were looking for. he saw the rings on your fingers and smiled softly, you had good taste as well. he could tell that much by your outfit. you were laid back yet still girly, your bag was adorned with keychains of all sorts. he could recognize one being a frank ocean keychain. you had good music taste too. 

his gaze shifted to the records you were sorting through, most of them being kendrick lamar albums but you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for. this was his chance, he could make a move. “some of kendrick’s records could be in rnb.” he mustered up, causing you to finally look his way. he was cute. it was crazy how he looked exactly like your type. you felt your cheeks heating up a little while trying to maintain eye contact with him. “thanks” you replied, smiling softly. 

“dude come on, it’s not here” you heard someone yell out, presumably his friend. you watched the boy turn around and groan slightly. he turned back to you, “nice seeing you” he said, you nodding in return. you watched as him and his friend left, the realization hitting you immediately. you never got his name. 

…

“dani you don’t get it! what if that was my soulmate, what if i never meet him again!!” you groaned out loud in the study room the two of you were. danielle sighed, setting down her pen. “yn come on, don’t be dramatic i doubt he was your soulmate. you spoke like one word to him!” she replied, causing you to look at her. you sat down across from her, leaning over the table.

“yes but what if!” you whined out, making danielle roll her eyes. “yn you have better things to focus on, like our organic chemistry exam. professor jung doesn’t go easy” she sighed out making you frown. you reluctantly sat normally in your chair and pulled out your notebook and laptop. it fell silent amongst the both of you, as you worked on your study material. your mind couldn’t help but wander to the mysterious stranger. 

“do you think he works there?” “yn!! focus!” 

…

riki sighed, sitting down on the couch. all around him was music and flashing led lights. yet all his mind could drift to was you. that’s all his mind has been doing these past couple days. “and now give it up for the birthday boy!” jake yelled out, jay right next to him. riki shifted his gaze to them as he watched everyone cheer for jay. next to him, he felt the couch cushion dip. 

he turned to see sunoo, leaning back in the couch. “what’s up with you?” he said, making riki shake his head. “nothing” he crossed his arms, looking down at the ground. “it’s definitely something, you’re a bad liar” sunoo snickered, shaking his head as he propped his head by his hand, fully turned to riki now. riki looked up and groaned. “it’s just.. is it weird? to feel something for someone you don’t know?” he finally breathed out, looking full to sunoo. 

sunoo furrowed his brows, “not at all” he shrugged, riki nodding. “is this about the record store girl?” sunoo looked to him and riki stayed silent, making sunoo groan aloud. “okay pause you spoke like one full sentence” making riki groan as well. “okay yeah but it’s so weird like.. i don’t even know her yet im like yearning to know her?” 

sunoo sighed and hesitated before speaking up. “who knows, maybe youll see her again and this time actually get her name” he smiled, standing up and walking over to jake who was trying to smash jays face in the cake. he was right. maybe he would see you again. 

…

either sunoo was a psychic or riki finally believed in a little word called fate. because here you stood, looking at the guitar picks. maybe it was fate, that the day jays guitar strings fray and break, is the same day that you chose to come to the instrument store. nonetheless it didn’t matter because this time he was going to approach and talk to you. 

riki cleared his throat softly, looking at the shelf in front of him, something about how to clean your guitar? you looked over to see the same boy from before, clearly not interested in whatever he was looking at. “hi” you spoke, making him turn his head and seem.. surprised? “woah.. what a coincidence you know i didn’t even see you!” riki laughed nervously, scratching the back of neck. 

you smiled softly at his antics, “a coincidence indeed.. i’m yn” you stuck out your hand for him to shake and he smiled, “riki” he replied, shaking your hand, his hand was a bit clammy and he was hoping you couldn’t tell. but you could, and it was adorable. he let go of your hand and walked a little closer to you, now next to you. “do you play?” he asked, presumably asking about the guitar picks. 

“uh no, my friend just recently had a birthday and i didn’t get a chance to go to his party so i’m sort of just buying this as a ‘im sorry’ gift” you giggled a little, turning to face him. riki laughed along with you, then watched as you tried to meticulously pick out the best guitar pick on the shelf. riki hesitated before speaking, “is he uh.. more than a friend?”you turned to face him once more, now smiling. “nosy aren’t you?” you teased, making riki’s cheeks flush pink. 

“uh no- i just um- you know- was curious” he cleared his throat, trying to seem nonchalant which only made you like him even more. “no, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you finally said, making riki smile now. “oh.. cool that’s uh cool” he replied, mentally cheering. you looked back at the picks, choosing one to get for jay. you felt bad enough you missed his birthday party so it was just nicer to get him a gift. 

“so.. do you have any plans after this?” riki hummed, following you through the store as you walked to the register. “hm..” you hummed in thought, making riki even more nervous than he already was. “i guess i’m free,” you replied, smiling. you were already free when he asked you but you just wanted to make him a little nervous. “cool.. cool..” riki said as the two of you reached the register. you handed the worker the guitar pick and reached for your wallet in your bag. 

“riki where were you? i was looking for you!” jay called out, approaching the two of you. jay furrowed his brows as the worker handed you the bag and receipt and you turned around. “oh jay! i wasn’t expecting to see you here.” you said, now making riki even more confused. “how do you guys know each other?” jay pointed to you and riki and you two looked like deers caught in headlights. 

“he’s a friend!” you smiled, looking at him and riki nodding. “yep we are friends” he grinned back causing jay to make a face. “and this is for you, sort of an i’m sorry for missing the party” you handed jay the bag, smiling as he took a peek. “a pick? i lost my old one thanks yn!” he said, smiling back. you nodded in response, now looking to riki who looked to both of you in confusion. “so-“ “i forgot we have plans tonight for dinner, so we gotta get going yn” jay said, before you could even finish your sentence. riki furrowed his brows, about to refuse but jay pulled him by the arm. 

“oh.. uh bye! have fun!” you smiled softly, waving bye as jay and riki left the store, making you sigh. you still had no way to talk to riki. 

riki groaned as him and jay walked down the sidewalk. “i was gonna take her to get food or something man cmon!!” he groaned even more, making jay laugh. “why don’t you first get her number, then take her out on a date” he slung his arm around riki’s shoulder which only made him side eye him. “yeah! i can’t even do that because i didn’t ask her” “you forget i have her number” jay said. riki looked to him and smiled, clearly happier. 

…

you entered your apartment and sighed as you plopped on the couch. it was weird, you didn’t even know riki yet you found yourself thinking about him so often. his smile was so cute and you could tell he was a genuine good guy, something that was rare nowadays. you were also sure he went to your university because he seemed quite familiar. yet at the same time he seemed like a stranger, a stranger you wanted to know more about. ugh you should’ve gotten his number or something. 

you pulled out your phone and just when you did, it buzzed with an incoming message. 

unknown: hey? is this yn?  unknown: it’s me, riki :)  unknown: u know from like the music store unknown: and from the instrument shop unknown: riki also jays friend unknown: same jay you know 

you giggled softly at his multiple messages, quickly saving his contact. now suddenly things were looking up for your relationship with riki.  

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[azrielbrainrot]

Hey! I was thinking — "being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners" or "sharing cloths in a totally friendly way" with Cassian?

I think that's a cute print for him, and I'd love to see it ❤️

I love your writing and stories by the way!! 🥰

Say the Words

Pairing: Cassian x F!Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I'm not sure this is what you had in mind and it turned out a bit angsty for some reason, but I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in and I'm so glad you like my stories 🩷

The frigid winter air hits your burning cheeks, breath turning to mist as you walk away from the bar, but even if it was cold enough for the streets of Velaris to be mostly empty on a friday night, it's still not enough to calm the anger swimming through your body.

You had tried to decline Mor's invitation to come out tonight, preferring to sleep off the tiring week instead of drinking and dancing it away. Ultimately your blonde haired friend had gotten her away yet again, managing to bring everyone along to Rita's for a night out. You were doing your best to enjoy it despite your initial reluctance to come, drinking and dancing with your friends like you usually did.

A very well dressed and admittedly charming male started talking to you when you went to get another drink, his intentions more than clear behind his honeyed words and saccharine smile. You had no plans of going anywhere with him, only trying to choose your words to let him down easy, he hadn't been bothering you too much after all, but Cassian had suddenly showed up at your side, wrapping his arm around you in a possessive manner, scaring the poor male away with just a few words. You think you even saw him puff up his wings. All this to drop his arm as soon as he walked away, turning to go back to your friends like nothing had happened, making your temper rise at an alarming rate and prompting you to walk straight out of the bar, uncaring of the cold or the people calling your name.

The two of you have been toying with the line between friendship and more for years, lingering eyes and meaningful touches crossing it a bit more every day. It seemed that every time you tried to cross it, he took a step back though. You've gotten somewhat used to the push and pull by now, but, maybe because of your already dull mood, it reached a breaking point today.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind you, a sigh escaping your lips. Of course he had followed you outside, he would have followed you to the end of the earth. Knowing that a confrontation would be unavoidable, you slow your pace, sitting on a bench by the river, eyes trained ahead even when he stops by the bench, watching you.

“It's too cold for you to sit here,” he murmurs, voice uncharacteristically serious but as caring as always.

“I don't want to talk, Cassian.”

Except you did, it was probably the only thing that would make you feel better right now. You were just tired of pretending, and it seemed like he insisted on it. You were starting to wonder if he knew how to do anything else.

You can see him nod at your words in the corner of your eye, looking down at the heavy jacket in his hands before taking another step and draping it over your shoulders, his scent enveloping you instantly. You had to close your eyes for a moment, telling yourself not to give in.

“Don't stay here too long, you'll catch a cold.” His hand lingers in the air, looking like he wanted to reach out, but he doesn't, he never does. “You can keep the jacket.”

No sooner the words had left his mouth than he turned around. It makes you look up at him at last, facing his back, wings curled into his back as he walks away slowly, braving the cold in favor of leaving you warm as you stubbornly stayed outside instead of winnowing home. You couldn't understand him at all.

“What are you doing?”

He pauses, body visible tensing as he hears the defeat in your voice. “You said you didn't want to talk.”

“So you'll just leave?” Some of the anger returns, standing up and walking closer to him, waiting for him to turn and look into your eyes, almost daring him to. “What was all of that for then?” Your heart skips a beat when your eyes finally meet, the hazel showing all the things he wouldn't say like they always did, but you were tired of reading them for yourself, you wanted to hear everything from him.

“I was just trying to help.”

“Help?” You can't help but scoff, swallowing down the burning in your eyes, the headache that was creeping in. “If you will not make me yours then you can't act like I am.”

“That wasn't-”

“Since when have you been such a coward?”

“I'm not a coward.”

“You're sure acting like one.”

“What do you want me to say then?” His voice was rising in volume, eyes sharp as he took you in. Good. “That I didn't want him anywhere near you? That I almost ripped off his arm when he reached for your hand? That I don't want anyone else touching you? Is that what you want to hear?”

His hazel eyes burned into yours but you weren't going to back down, not now after finally getting something out of him. You would end this game tonight, one way or another.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Why don't you want anyone touching me?”

Cassian lets out a breath, eyes moving over your head to watch the river for a moment, gathering his thoughts as you push him into a corner. You were about to repeat the same question, or even throw a few choice words at him when he reached for your neck, bringing your face in closer as he bends down, his touch gentle despite the storm raging inside him.

His lips linger over yours for a second longer, maybe giving you time to push him away, as if you ever would, but his patience seemed to be wearing thin as he kisses you at last, lips moving over yours as his hands hold your waist, pulling you closer into him. Your arms wrap around his neck, getting lost in him before your mind catches up to you, making you reluctantly pull away so you could look into his eyes.

“Say it,” you whisper against his lips.

“Because you're mine.”

A smile breaks out on your face. If it hadn't been for the cold biting your skin, you might have thought this was a dream. Cassian's face mirrors yours as he kisses you again, lifting you up into his arms as you winnow you both home, your mouths only pulling apart when your back hits the mattress.

[mindless-existence1]

Jjk men headcannons- Sfw and Nsfw

Includes: Geto, Gojo, Toji, and Nanami

Authors note: This is probobly the last thing I'm going to be able to make before my broken arm gets put in a sling so enjoy it chat!

Sfw

Ive said this before but Gojo spoils tf out of his partner. He has money what is he using it for besides you? Really likes sweets so sometimes he buys candy for you just so he has an excuse to by some for himself. Same other snacks, he'll say they're for you but he's the one eating over half the bag.

Geto has some crazy Insomnia and the only way for him to sleep is if he's cuddling you. It makes him fall asleep so fast. Spooning turns off his brain like a lightswitch. Something about physical contact with his loved one makes him feel content.

Nanami is the definition of a gentleman. We know this already, but it's the little things. He pulls out your chairs, he opens your car door (going as far as pushing you back into the car so he can open it for you if you already did). He also will hold your waist so your close to him in crowded places.

Toji, tho he hates electronics, would answer you no matter what. In the middle of a mission? He's answering with a "Hey there doll" (he'd call you doll I've said it once I'll say it again). He'd never text or call you first during a mission but if you contact him he's picking up the phone and you wouldn't even be able to tell he was on call.

Gojo likes seeing yiu wear his glasses. He'll let you have them on when he's wearing his blindfold and he goes crazy. He'll say something like "they look better on me" but in reality he's using six eyes to get a veiw of you from other angels.

Geto is kinda like this but it's with shirts. He's a baggy shirt wearer trust so seeing you in one makes him border line feral. It's like your covered in him and that's qhat he wants. He likes the thought that when you wear them when he's not there it's kinda like he is.

Nanami is a listener so if you're yapper he's the one for you. He'll listen to anything and everything. He has some tough days at his job and hearing you randomly call him after a hard meeting just to tell him about the dog you saw on your walk today brightens his day.

Toji doesn't like seeing you work. And not in like any sort of sexist or "I'm better than you" way. Just a "I'm right her I should do it not my god/goddess of a partner". He just doesn't want to let you lift a finger when he's right there and able. You have pick up the table, he's got it. You spilled some water, pet him wipe it up. Anything.

Nsfw

Gojo is a FREAK he will try basically anything at least once. If you're into it or want to try it almost 100% of the time he's down. Especially if in involves you being dominated because despite what he says he's a switch that likes bottoming more.

Geto likes when you pull at his hair. I'm talking yanking it, his scalp is sensitive and it makes his head go all fuzzy. When he's giving you head/eating you out he gets off on you pulling his hair alone. He'd rut his hips intoanuthung he could when yiu tug a particularly sensitive spot.

Nanami lives to serve. Although most times he's on top he's doing what you tell him to do. Kinda vanilla but not in a bad way. He'd try stuff out if you asked but nothing too freaky. Likes missionary so he can see you perfectly.

Toji is a pain lover. Both giving and receiving. It's the way the pain mixes with pleasure that gets him going. But seeing you wither and shake from the intense mix of pleasure and pain makes him get dizzy with lust. This sight is so pretty and he can't help but tease you more at the veiw.

Gojo would use 6 eyes to see the two of you while you're fucking. Your ontop of him and he can't lift his head from the pleasure to see you so he uses the last of his strength to activate 6 eyes and get all the different angles.( I heard someone say his eyes glow bright blue when he's using his technique so imagine you look up at him and he barley opens his eyes and you just see the bright blue gleaming down at you.)

Geto is a bit of a risk taker. Nothing crazy but he'd be open for some different places to be added on the lists of places to get freaky. Maybe it's am old Jujustu Tech classroom. Maybe he fucks you there while people are still taking classes and he has to put a hand over your mother to keep you quiet.

Nanami would whisper sweet nothings in yiur ear. You can't even hear what he's saying over the intense shocks of pleasure but none the less his voice goes to your cloudy head and all you can do is moan in response to the praise.

Toji would fuck you infront of a mirror. He just loves doggy and want you to see how pretty you look. He'd also want to see you so it'd very self indulgent. He just really enjoys watching in live time how your face reacts to the intense pleasure.

[marlynnofmany]

The Many Uses for Earth Fruits

“Right,” said Paint, placing her scaly hands on the cafe table as if bracing herself for something unpleasant. “How do you eat these?”

I told her, “Well, you take the peel off first,” and picked up a banana.

“Okay, good to know. Glad I asked.” She lifted another gingerly, testing its softness with a claw and watching to see what I did. “So it just pops open?”

“If you do it quickly, yes,” I said. “And if it’s ripe. Moving too slowly will just squish it. Helps if you dig a fingernail in a little first. A claw.”

She followed my instructions while the sounds of the space station food court echoed around us. It wasn’t too crowded, but we’d picked a table next to the ramp down into the area, which felt more out of the way. Paint didn’t want to get her tail stepped on, and I didn’t want an elbow to the head while eating. Some of the people here were big.

“I got it!” Paint exclaimed, her lizardy face lit up with delight. “So you just eat this part?”

“Yep!” I said, demonstrating by taking a bite of my own banana. It was a little too green for my taste, but not bad.

Paint bit off a chunk, leaving sharp toothmarks behind. She chewed a couple times, then stopped and wrinkled her lizardy face in a fascinating way.

I said, “You can spit it out if you don’t like it.”

She spat the banana mush onto her plate, making disgusted noises while she tongued it out of her teeth. I pushed the bowl of grape-sized waterspheres closer. She tossed a couple into her mouth and bit down, swishing the water around dramatically.

“No good, huh?” I asked.

Paint shook her head. “No thank you. That texture is unpleasant, and the flavor isn’t better.”

“They’re not my favorite either,” I said, setting my banana down and picking up a strawberry. “Want to try one of these? I think they’re probably closer to the fruit you’re used to, at least in texture.”

She regarded it with suspicion. “Do you have to pick all those seeds off?”

“No, you can eat the whole thing, except for the leafy part. The seeds are small enough to ignore unless they get stuck in your teeth.” I bit into it and showed her what the inside looked like.

“I’ll try it,” she said. “Though that big one smells the most intriguing.” She pointed at the orange.

“Oh yeah, that’s got a nice strong citrus scent for sure,” I said. “People use orange oil for cleaning sometimes, and as a decorative smell. It’s flammable, though.”

“Of course it is. It’s from your planet. Does the whole fruit explode if exposed to flame?”

“No, nothing like that!” I hurried to explain. “If you squeeze the peel next to a candle, it makes the flame spurt. Nothing big.”

Paint shook her head. “Somehow that’s still not a surprise. I take it you only eat the inside of this one as well?”

“Yes, it—” The rest of my sentence was overshadowed by loud guffaws from the top of the ramp. I craned my neck to see a trio of Armorlites strolling casually into the food court. There were already a couple others here and there, but these three clearly liked being the center of attention. I was reminded of school bullies entering a cafeteria. Big dinosaurian bullies.

“Look at all the little plant eaters, with their plant shop! Does any of it run away or fight back? No? What weaklings.” The one in front laughed more, backed up by the others.

Yep, definite school bully vibes. I tried to turn back to my conversation in hopes that they’d just move on, but another human had made the mistake of trying to walk up the ramp while they were coming down, and they’d turned their sneering toward him.

The unlucky guy tried to stick close to the railing and give them plenty of room. They just stepped closer, and one of them smashed the banana he was carrying into his face. He reacted by yelling at them, which just made the big muscley guys laugh all the louder.

“What are you going to do? Hit me with your squishy plants? That’s worse than your squishy muscles.”

While the guy threatened to go get a pineapple and club them with it, I pulled the peel off my banana and quietly stood from my chair. The ramp was right at head level, and they were close. When the lead bully turned to continue downward, still laughing, I stuck an arm through the railing and placed the banana peel directly under his foot.

It was a thing of cartoonish beauty. He stepped heavily and his foot flew out in front of him, leaving him to crash onto the floor and take out one of his friends at the knees. The other stared in shock while the human pointed and laughed.

“That’s one thing bananas are good for!” the guy crowed. “And don’t you forget it! Nice one!” That last part was directed at me, and I gave him a thumbs up.

The first two Armorlites got groaning to their feet.

The one who was still standing decided that this was hilarious, and it was time to make fun of his friends. “Oh, the little weaklings got you there! Taken out by plants, and not even the spiky kind! I’m going to tell everybody.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m gonna!” That one led the way down through the food court, with the one who had fallen first grumbling after him and the third trying to pretend he hadn’t just taken a pratfall too. In moments they were gone, and the impending fight was averted.

“Thanks for that,” the other human said. He grabbed a handful of napkins from the station next to the trash can, then trotted back down and gave some to me, wiping his face with the rest.

“My pleasure!” I said, reaching under the bars again to wipe up the smear. The banana peel was much flatter and a bit torn, but easy enough to clean away. Background conversation around us went from agitated levels back to regular volume.

When the guy headed off on his own business, I waved goodbye then found my chair and sat back down.

Paint gave me an incredulous look. “How did you know it was that slippery? Is that a thing those are used for on Earth?”

I thought for a moment, setting aside the pile of banana mess, then just said, “Yes.”

She shook her head. “I really would have expected a projectile of some sort, but not that.”

“Well, I could have thrown an apple or something at him,” I said. There was a nice red one on the sample tray, and I picked it up. “But that would have just started a real fight. This was undignified, and more likely to make them leave.”

Paint leaned an elbow on the table. “Is that fruit the best projectile, then? Is it the same as the one he was talking about?” She waved her hand after the other human.

“You’d think so, but no,” I said, turning the apple in my hands. “A pineapple isn’t related to an apple, or to a pine tree. Names are complicated. And there is that old saying,” I added with a grin. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but it’ll keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.”

After that, I had to do some explaining of Earth idioms before we got back to sampling the fruit. Paint insisted on telling Eggskin about it as soon as we returned to the ship, because that seemed like the kind of thing our medic-and-cook should know.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[moonlight-alexia]

the questioning hour | steph, tiny & kyra

steph catley x catley!reader x kyra cooney-cross | if you want more for any of my universe pairings etc then keep requesting questions to ask them <3 hope you like it <3

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What's your biggest fear of the relationship?

Steph: the two pests being together? Is that not concerning for anyone else?

Tiny: aw stephy loves us 

Steph: I never said that

Kyra: we know the truth stephy

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Who is more affectionate?

Tiny: Kyra easily 

Steph: You don’t even need eyes to see that Kyra is so clingy, needy, affectionate

Kyra: hey!

Tiny: it’s not a bad thing. I like my cuddly, clingy ky

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Most likely to get lost?

Steph: kyra and tiny obviously

Tiny: um steph

Kyra: psa don’t let steph direct if you actually want to get somewhere. She might seem like she has it all together but she can’t direct to save her life

Tiny: when we were in aus she had us drive 2 hours the wrong way before realising. Thought we were gonna have to sleep in the car 

Kyra: almost stranded in the middle of nowhere because of steph. Almost didn’t make it back here aliveeee

Steph: you’re so dramatic

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Most likely to get arrested?

Steph: welllll…

Tiny: shut it steph

Kyra: we technically weren’t arrested…

Tiny: just a warning 

Steph: I still had to come get you both

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[Kyra to Steph] What's the most challenging part of our relationship for you?

Steph: realising my little baby sister isn’t so little anymore she’ll always be that tiny five year old who used to throw the football at me and storm inside because i ‘won’ too many times

Steph: no but honestly? You’re both young, new to serious relationships and I didn’t want to see you hurt each other. Care about you both a lot, but you make each other happy so I can’t complain

Tiny: Ky! Steph admitting to caring about us and not hating our relationship?

Kyra: this is on camera right? Need to keep evidence that this happened

Steph: you see what I have to deal with

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[Steph to Tiny] What do you secretly wish I understood better about you?

Kyra: oh getting deep here

Steph: shut up Kyra

Tiny: well, maybe that I’m more than just your little sister. Like being seen as my own person. I love having your guidance and all but I want to make the same silly mistakes you did, learn from doing things and not just because you did it. Let me make mistakes but still be there to catch me when I fall

Steph: I’m so proud of who you’re becoming and I will do better for you. You’re my sister and I will always be there to catch you and hold you when you need it

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[Steph to Tiny] What's something that you need from me that you're afraid to ask for?

Tiny: well I was afraid to ask you to not hate Kyra after you found out

Steph: I didn’t hate Kyra

Tiny: eh, could’ve fooled me

Steph: maybe I overreacted a little

Tiny: a little? understatement of the year

Kyra: she doesn't hate me now so that's a...win...yes?

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[Tiny to Steph] What's your first memory of me?

Steph: you were like the size of a peanut-

Kyra: so nothing has changed then

Tiny: hey! I’m like several peanuts tall now!

Steph: -you were small and kind of weird looking

Tiny: but…

Steph: no, that’s it. Small and weird looking

[yandere-sins]

Hi! I just currently discovered your works and I love it! Can you do a story where a serial killer (any fictional character you want, as long as it's not real people) who has gotten married to the y/n's mom but he's so obsessed with his new step-daughter the first time they met. The ending's up to you.

Hey! Thank you so much for reading my stories and requesting ♥ Took me some time to think of something, and I won't do a specific character, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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A long time ago, he chose to go down this path.

The decision had to be made; any waver in his resolve would have resulted in him getting caught and locked up for life. Sometimes, it was nice to be with the humans that would end up dead; sometimes, it was merely business. There were some pleasures to take from these gullible idiots. Money, sex, opportunities.

Businesswomen, housewives, lonely singles, and, if he had to, men just as much. They only sought the warmth of a lover, someone who truly understood them. And why would he not accept their gratitude and gifts for so little work as rubbing their back and telling them how special they were? It made them feel better most of the time and him richer, as their gratitude almost always ended in gifts.

And in their contentment, they didn't see the knife that was about to sink into their back as soon as they weren't useful to him anymore.

As soon as their money ran out, the gifts died down, and they started to become suspicious of him; he'd make sure to skip town after burying his latest lover in a ditch. He never met their friends, never saw what the life of his victims was, and especially: he didn't love them.

Oftentimes, he wondered, late at night, after yet another kill, what it was like to be loved and to love. His victims always looked so happy and content, hanging off his arm and whispering the magic words to him at night. What he did wasn't right, but why did it matter when he never got caught? As long as he could live in the lap of luxury that he could never achieve through honest work, he didn't really need much else.

But he was getting old.

Too old to sugar-baby his way through life, at least, too much on par in terms of age now with his victims. It physically hurt him to have to be extra careful in the future when killing random strangers. It would never give him the satisfaction or the looks of betrayal that left him all hot and bothered. But now was the last time he could find someone willing to finance his life, and giving up his prolific murder spree was better than spending the rest of his damnation in a dirty, old motel room with nothing to do.

Thus, his way of life ended. A serial killer turned houseman and loverboy to a very successful CEO and mother. Thanks to his charms, the wedding went through much faster than expected, and soon enough, with a credit card linked to her bank account and well-situated in the luxury home of his now-wife, everything could have stayed like this for a long, long time.

Until you showed up.

You were a blessing and a curse in the form of an adult stepchild. It was weird meeting the family of his victim for the first time. But the moment he laid eyes on you, his mouth began to water, pupils blown wide to spy every inch of deliciousness that you swept through the front door to his home. And despite spikes of murderous desires making his body shake uncontrollably, even more prevalent was the twisting and churning of his heart as it beat viciously against his ribs, blood rushing through his whole body and especially between his legs.

All evening long, he couldn't stop smiling at you. He sat across from you like a silly little teenage boy, nodding and listening to everything you told your mom, words dripping off your lips like honey that he wished to lick up. However, he merely did the next best thing, offering to take care of the dishes so he could lick your plate clean and steal your cutlery to enjoy later. He sat with you long into the night on the couch as you told him about yourself; you two had never met before since the wedding was such a rushed affair, and you were the trust fund child sent to an international college for your studies. There was so much to catch up on and get acquainted with.

If only he had met you sooner.

The time together was short, so he suggested all kinds of family vacations, telling his wife it was totally okay if she couldn't make it, and he'd spend time with you and bond. All was in his favor, and every second spent with you was the happiest of his life. For years, he thought that only riches and luxuries could satisfy him—but not anymore.

He had to have you.

No matter what he had to do, fate had already been decided. There was simply no way to not be with you. Slipping into your bed at night and touching you as much as possible just wasn't enough. Stealing your underwear and imagining you on your knees while he used the fabric on himself didn't quell his urges completely. Not even when he imagined you while pleasing his wife was enough, and neither was smelling you every day and pressing up to you innocently in the kitchen or hanging out with you. You going back to another country to continue your studies? Impossible. It would have killed him.

And then, the painfully put aside urges arose. The ones that screamed for blood and gore, torture, and the satisfaction of witnessing someone's last breath. He had already established himself in your life, and you liked him enough that were you to lose someone dear to you... would you run to him?

The question was just a hypothesis, but one that had him rock hard and twitching as he stared at the ceiling at night, feeling his wife—your mother—in his arm, sighing contently. What was her testament like? Would there be enough to live happily ever after with you? Would you accept your stepdad as more than just a superficial family member? Would you let him hold you? Kiss you? Lick you? Make you scream and sob?

Would you allow him to drag you into hell with him, even though he'd make it seem like heaven?

It had always been his way of doing things. Pretend to be someone perfect, pleasant, and loveable, when really, he was this cruel, pathetic monster. But a long time, he chose to go down this path of embracing the beast, and sitting up in his bed, he remembered still holding onto the table knife you used on the first day you returned home. It would be awful, downright gruesome, to be killed by her own daughter's knife, wouldn't it? Your mom would feel so betrayed by being stabbed in the middle of the night; it would be heart-wrenching and devastating.

Absolutely exhilarating.

Why change something that had always worked for him?

By tomorrow morning, you would be his.

[yelenasdiary]

hi, I only recently saw your Yelena Belova x Reader! Super Soldier and I really liked it, idk if you did but can you make a part 2 or write something similar to it?

Whispers of Hydra

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN Super Soldier! Reader

Summary: Life was peaceful until a knock at the door reminds you of what you were designed for.

Angst & Light Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Trauma, Scars, Hydra, Mentions of the conditions of Red Room, Mentions of brain washing, Mentions of weapons, Mentions of blood| 1.6K

AC: Thank you for sending this! It made me miss these two so much! I had so much writing this one that I am 100% open to a part two!!  I hope you enjoy! x

The fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows on the log walls of the cabin. Outside, the wind howled a soft lullaby like song through the tall pines that helped keep the cabin hidden from any hikers that dared to tackle the harsh conditions of the mountain. In the kitchen, Yelena, stirred a pot of stew she had been making for the last two hours while you sat in a worn armchair taking in the peace that you both had created. 

From the armchair, you could see Yelena stirring away at the pot of stew, watching as she was focused on making another tasty meal for the two of you. You pushed yourself up from the armchair and wandered over to the doorway that separated the small living room and kitchen. 

“You know” you began, your voice soft, “you’re a much better cook than I ever was”.

Yelena scoffed, looking over her shoulder at you, “I knew that when you set fire to the toaster trying to make pop-tarts!”. You chuckled lightly, “that was an honest mistake”.

“Well, maybe if you watch me cook, you might learn something!” Yelena replied, a small chuckle escaping from her as you pushed yourself off the doorframe and made your way over to the blonde. You wrapped your strong arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder, “I guess the tables have changed” you smiled softly, “teach me to cook” you added.

Yelena naturally leaned back into your hold, her free hand softly finding yours, weaving her fingers with yours. “So, you remember” she said softly. A faint memory of when she was just a young adult in training while you told her commands to spar against her fellow widow. Your eyes slightly dropped, “I do but I don’t want that to ruin this moment” you replied, watching as the wooden spoon circled the pot. 

The shared history was complex. You had been one of Yelena’s trainers in the Red Room, an almost mythical figure in the blonde’s younger life. To you, you were nothing more than a weapon to cause harm, to train others to cause harm but to Yelena? You were everything she didn’t know she needed. You had been forced out of the Widow training program before Yelena’s graduation, leaving a void that nothing and no one had ever filled. 

Natasha was the one that found you with the help of Steve and Bucky. Hydra’s grasp on you was strong, your brain washing was severe with a tangled web of false commands and implanted memories. Nothing seemed to work, no therapy or desensitization. You were injected with the super serum well after Steve and Bucky’s time, leaving Bucky to be somewhat thankful that his therapy and treatment worked but seeing you suffering daily tore at every body's strings. When things didn’t look to be getting better for you, it was Natasha that took the risk and brought in a reluctant Yelena to the compound hoping that maybe if you saw somebody real from your past, it might break Hydra’s toxic hold. 

It had, like a tsunami flushing out all the horrible things you were made to do. It took some time for Yelena to rebuild her trust within you by reconnecting with her, your mind allowed the therapy and desensitization to work its wonders and finally free you from Hydra. 

Now, trying to live a life of normalcy, you and Yelena spent your quiet days hiking through the woods, creating new memories together and now Yelena teaching you to cook was added to the list of things you wanted to fulfill in your new life.

“Do you mind handing me the pepper?” Yelena asked, respecting your wish to not dwell on a memory that was still so fresh to you. 

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A week later as a harsh winter storm began to descend, blanketing the woods in a thick layer of snow. Yelena was in the city, helping Kate with a lead on a mission, leaving you at the shared home. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed the peace and a little down time to yourself, but it was the weather than made you uneasy that morning. As you pour yourself an extra hot mug of black coffee, a knock at the door echoed through the wooden cabin. 

Your body tensed in a familiar sense of readiness as you slowly and quietly walked over to the door on cautious feet. A hidden knife in arms reach for protection, you peeked through the small peephole. A tall, broad figure stood on the porch wearing a long, black trench coat that failed to hide the weapons at his belt. 

As you opened the door, allowing the cold wind to rush into the warm cabin, the man was large and his face showing no expression as he held a small metal case in his gloved hand. “I believe this belongs to you” his voice was rough, deep and laced with an accent you hadn’t heard in a long time. “I was told you’d come here, that you went soft”. 

“Who sent you?” You asked, keeping your posture on alert for anything.

“That is not important. What’s important is this” he tossed the metal case to you, landing at your feet with a dull thud. 

Not taking your eyes off the unknown stranger, you leaned down and picked up the case, opening it to find a familiar set of files. Images from the Red Room back in the day but most disturbingly, a picture of you and Yelena that had been taken only a few days ago. Your blood turned to ice knowing that the peaceful sanctuary you and Yelena shared had been breached. You weren’t forgotten like you had hoped. 

“This isn’t going to work” you said, your voice dangerously low.

The man laughed, “I thought you’d say that” he said, drawing his weapon from his coat. “There’s a big number above that head of yours, soldier!” He added. Quickly, you raised the metal case to your face, blocking the bullet that was meant for your face. The fight was brutal, fast and explosive. Years of training and somehow you managed to not forget a single thing. You skillfully dodged the soldier’s attacks. Blocking the flurry blows that would have broken the ribs of any ordinary human. 

His gun now knocked out of his hand, you kicked it to the side, making sure it slid out of arms each before you threw the soldier across the small cabin, sending him into the support beam. He grunted as he hit the floor before shaking off the blow and launching himself back at you. Throwing a punch at you that you were able to block and delivered him a left hook that sent him reeling. 

The soldier laughed, “you’re not as fast as you used to be!” He said, spitting out blood onto the wooden floor. He looked at you for a brief moment before pulling out a second weapon, “you’ve spent too much time being soft!” He said, breaking the silence as he charged towards you. 

Using your enhanced strength, you grabbed the man’s weapon, wrenching it from his hand. “Or maybe you’re just weak!” You spat as you spun, using the barrel of the gun to deliver a sharp blow to the soldier’s temple. His lifeless body felt, sending a thud through the cabin as his blood pooled around him. You dropped the gun in relief as your eyes dropped to the floor, watching his blood river over the photos of you and Yelena on the floor.

“Y/n!” Yelena called in a worried voice, rushing over to you. “Y-you’re hurt!” She said, looking at your face. You didn’t hear her motorcycle roaring up the snowy mountain, you barely even heard her voice over the shock that took over you. It had been so long since you took the life of another person. 

“I…I’m fine” you stuttered as your eyes slowly looked up at her. 

“Who is that?” Yelena asked, stepping over the body to get to you. “It doesn’t matter” you replied as Yelena gently cupped your face, wanting to draw your attention to her. “They’ll just come back” you added. Yelena could see the fear in your eyes, the realization of the danger that they were now in crashed over her like a wave. She knew that the peaceful life was now gone but she refused to let you see her own fears. 

“Then we’ll fight them” she said in a low, soft whisper. 

The weight of the fight fell heavily on you; after removing the lifeless body from your shared home and Yelena cleaning up the blood left behind, the next few days were spent in a tense silence. Fear of the unknown taunting you. Each night Yelena woke up to find you staring outside the window over the snow-covered woods. She wrapped her arms around you from behind, pressing her back into your back.

“I’m afraid too” she whispered, her voice trembling.

You turned around, her green eyes filled with fear as you pulled her into a tight embrace, “I’m afraid they’ll take you away again” she admitted. 

“I promise you, they won’t” you replied, your voice firm. “I won’t let them” 

“We…” Yelena started, pulling away to look up at you with her eyes now filling with tears, “We could leave, find a new place. Tell nobody” She suggested but you shook your head, “baby, I’m not going to take you away from your family and friends” you said, gently cupping her face, “I’m done running” you added. 

Yelena nodded softly, “then we fight them together. Promise me…. promise me we’re in this together”

You hated knowing that Yelena was in just as much danger as you, that you were the one that put her in this position. “I promise” you replied softly, placing a kiss on her forehead. You knew better than to argue and if you were being completely honest, you needed her just as much as she needed you.

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Achroite's Lucky Bag

Achroite-Style New Year: Desire Liberation!

It's the New Year, and I found myself in the snow-covered land of Achroite.

Leon: "Matias.... isn’t here yet. Did we get here too early?"

Jin: "Well, he’ll be here soon enough. He’s a stickler for punctuality."

Nokto: "If you say so. Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit longer, think you can handle it?"

Emma: "Huh?"

Nokto: "You’re shaking like crazy."

(He noticed?! I thought I was hiding it well…)

Emma: "I’m fine! It’s just a little cold, that’s all."

Leon: "If you’re cold, come over here. It’ll be warm in my arms, don’t you think?"

Jin: "Hold on, hold on. Wouldn’t my youthful and fit body be a better source of warmth?"

Jin: "Come on, don’t be shy. Jump right in!"

Emma: "I absolutely will not!"

Nokto: "Haha, looks like she’s not interested in you two and your blatant ulterior motives."

Nokto: “If it were me, I could warm you up from the inside out.... What do you say?”

Rio: “Prince Nokto, you’ve got the most blatant ulterior motives of them all! Emma, I’ll protect you from these guys.”

Rio: "Here, take this. This vest is better than nothing, right?"

Emma: "But then you’ll get cold! I’m fine, really. Keep yourself warm, okay?"

Rio: "Emma buttoning up my vest for me… I'm so happy, my body's already starting to feel hot..."

Clavis: "Haha, even while shivering, you still think of others. How noble of you. Take this as a reward.”

Emma: "What’s this? A… clay doll?"

Clavis: “It’s the Warmth Clay Doll 2.0. Shake it and it’ll heat up”

(So there was a version before this one...)

(It might be a trap, but if it will really warm me up, then just a little won’t hurt…)

Emma: "...! Wow, it’s actually warm!"

Clavis: "Looks like you’ve taken a liking to it. Go ahead and shake it some more."

Emma: "Okay!"

(The more I shake it, the warmer it gets. How does this thing even work?)

(Wait, is it… swelling up?)

Matias: "It’s best to stop shaking it now.

Emma: "!?"

Matias: "I've also received one of these before and it didn’t end well."

Matias: “Given it’s a revised version; its effects are likely more potent and... Hmm? You’re looking a bit flushed—are you alright?"

Nokto: “Maybe it’s because you’re grabbing her arm and leaning in so close.”

Matias: “My apologies. It was impolite of me to grab a lady’s arm so suddenly.”

(It wasn’t just the closeness—there’s also distinct charm about him that’s different from the other princes of Rhodolite...)

Matias: “Keep that clay doll in your coat. As long as you don’t shake it excessively, you should find it useful.”

Emma: “Got it. I’ll use it carefully. Thank you, Clavis.”

Clavis: “Haha, that smug expression on your face is adorable too.”

Matias: "Now then... it’s been a while, everyone. Thank you for coming."

Leon: "It’s unusual for you to host something for the New Year. Got something you’re eager to show us?"

Matias: "Indeed. This year, the Royal Academy is hosting a New Year’s Festival."

Matias: "I thought you all might enjoy it, so I invited you."

Jin: "I heard the school used to run classes right after the New Year. Guess times have changed, huh?"

Rio: "Classes right after New Year’s? That’s a pretty studious school!"

Matias: "It’s more of an Achroite tradition than academic policy.

Matias: “Here, people celebrate from the year’s end into the New Year, then promptly return to their daily life.”

Matias: "When people think of New Year’s, they likely picture the fireworks at the stroke of midnight."

(I see. So customs really do vary from country to country...)

(Meanwhile, I usually just want to relax for a bit at the start of the year...)

Matias: "The festival is already underway. Allow me to guide you."

....

Emma: "Wow!"

(The Townsquare is packed with stalls selling all sorts food and souvenirs...!)

(Warm grape juice, coffee, salmon cream soup, and cheesy potatoes...)

(Just the smell is making me hungry!)

Jin: "Guess there’s no hot wine here... Drinking that in the snow is unmatched."

Nokto: "It’s a school festival. Of course, they wouldn’t have alcohol."

Jin: "Fair enough. Guess I’ll settle for coffee."

Jin: "Oh, and pile on the sugar like there’s no tomorrow.”

Nokto: "I think I’ll go for coffee too. What about you?"

Emma: "I’ll have one too."

(It's rare to have coffee in Rhodolite, so I want to savor this as much as I can.)

Rio: "Looks like everyone's having coffee, huh?"

Rio: "Prince Jin wants extra sugar, Prince Nokto only wants milk, and Emma prefers it with plenty of sugar and milk—"

Rio: "Got it! I’ll go place the order."

(Wow, Rio is amazing. He remembered everyone's preferences after hearing them just once and is placing the order perfectly.)

(Oh, the shopkeeper is using something like a cloth bag in the pot… Is that how they brew coffee here?)

(They’re putting what looks like dark brown powder into the bag and pouring hot water in a circular motion...)

(Wow, the powder is puffing up! And—)

Emma: "It smells incredible..."

Matias: "Waiting for coffee is a pleasure in itself."

Matias: "If the New Year’s festival becomes an annual tradition, perhaps someday I’ll visit with my future queen..."

Matias: "While waiting, she’d rub her hands together and smile, saying she made the coffee sweeter than usual today."

Matias: "But when she finally takes a sip, she’ll realize the cups were swapped and will be surprised by the unexpected bitterness."

Matias: "And as she laughs about the mix-up, the warmth in my chest would surpass even the coffee itself—"

Emma: "Prince Matias?"

Leon: "Looks like he’s wandered off into his little world again."

Nokto: "Being this happy just from the smell of coffee is a talent in its own right."

......

(Coffee with lots of milk and sugar has a warm sweetness that’s different from tea. It’s delicious.)

(Everyone around us is holding coffee while enjoying the festival too.)

(You really can't resist this roasted aroma, huh?)

Emma: "Oh, there are snow sculptures over there."

Matias: "Yes. All of them were made by students. Each has its own motif."

Emma: "Really? A motif…"

(What should I do? They all look so abstract that I can’t figure out what the motifs are.)

Leon: "What’s with the serious face?"

Emma: "Um, I was just thinking how deep and complex art can be..."

Leon: "Don’t overthink it. Just take it at face value and enjoy what you see."

Leon: "Look over there, that snow sculpture’s pretty straightforward, don’t you think?"

Emma: "It looks like some kind of oval... Do you know what it is, Leon?"

Leon: "That’s meat. Bone-in meat."

Emma: (Huh? Seriously!? But now that he says it, I guess it COULD be...)

Rio: "There's a plaque under the sculpture that says 'Hope, Despair, and Forgiveness.'"

Leon: "There you have it."

Emma: "Leon, do you just want to eat some bone-in meat?"

Leon: "I saw it at one of the stalls earlier, but I’ll save it for tonight. If I’m having meat, I want some booze to go with it."

Jin: "Hey now, is that how someone from the land of art and roses is supposed to act?"

Jin: "Leave it to Big brother Jin to nail the theme of a snow sculpture in one shot. Look at that round one over there."

Emma: "What is that supposed to be?"

Jin: "No doubt about it—that’s a chest barely contained by the neckline of a dress—"

Emma: "Stop interpreting things with such blatant desires, especially at a school!"

Nokto: "Emma’s right. Besides, sculptures like these usually have more abstract inspirations."

Nokto:  "Take that one over there, for example."

Emma: "It’s a long, wavy, board-like shape... What’s it supposed to be?"

Nokto: "It’s obvious. It’s the sensation of pure bliss when—"

Emma: "Nope, absolutely not! ....Huh?"

(Clavis and Prince Matias are both staring pretty intently at the same snow sculpture.)

Clavis: "Art is open to interpretation, but... this is one thing I cannot concede on."

Matias: "My apologies, but I’m not willing to back down on this either."

(Are they arguing about something? Why—)

Clavis: "The motif of this snow sculpture is clearly feet. That should be obvious to anyone."

Matias: "No, it’s a waist. That graceful curve can only represent a waist."

(………)

(Well, at least they’re actually fighting.)

Clavis: "This isn’t getting us anywhere."

Matias: "The creator of this sculpture is over there. It might be unrefined, but we could ask them directly."

Clavis: "Very well. No hard feelings, no matter the answer."

(And they’re off.)

(……)

(And now they’re back. They're both looking a little dejected, though...)

Clavis: "To think it was meant to be a nape of the neck…"

Matias: "It seems we both have much to improve on. Let’s call it a draw this time."

(They’re shaking hands firmly... Clavis and Prince Matias have such an interesting relationship.)

Rio: "Hey, Emma, look at this."

Rio: "That snow sculpture kind of looks like your silhouette when you’re reading a book."

Rio: "And that one looks like you when you’re holding your cheeks after eating something delicious."

Rio: "Huh, now that I’m thinking about it, everything here is starting to look like Emma."

Rio: "Does this mean I’m surrounded by snow sculptures of Emma? Wait, is this paradise...?"

Emma: "There’s no way these are sculptures of me! Rio, you’re as over the top as ever..."

Matias: "The creator may not have intended you to be their motif, Miss Emma, but I can’t entirely rule it out either."

Matias: "At the very least, it seems this will be a year that might become significant in your life."

Emma: "What do you mean by that?"

Matias: "In Achroite, it’s tradition to drop melted beeswax into water on New Year’s Day and interpret its shape to predict the coming year."

Matias: "The abstract shapes of these snow sculptures are inspired by that tradition."

Matias: "Though, most people are tipsy on hot wine while interpreting, so they often just voice whatever their desires are at the moment..."

Matias: "Desire itself isn’t inherently bad, as long as you know how you manage it."

Matias: "After all, it’s the longing for something that drives people forward in life."

Rio: "Then I guess it means I’ll keep openly expressing my love to Emma this year too!"

Matias: "Indeed, I’m sure you will."

Matias: "Miss Emma, have you seen anything in the snow sculptures that speaks to you?"

Emma: "Not yet…"

Matias: "Hmm, you’re quite modest."

Matias: "If there’s anything you desire, please don’t hesitate to share it. I’ll do what I can to fulfill it."

....

(Before I knew it, the festival fun carried on into the night.)

(Prince Matias said that once the New Year’s celebrations are over, everything would return to normal.)

(The Townsquare is lively, filled with stalls offering hot wine and baked goods.)

Jin: "Drinking hot wine in the cold really warms you up."

Leon: "That's what New Years in Achroite is all about. All that's left is the fireworks."

Emma: "They’re launching fireworks?"

Matias: "Unfortunately, the fireworks are only at the stroke of midnight."

Matias: "Fireworks outside of the New Year’s celebration are generally prohibited in Achroite."

Matias: "That’s why the citizens cherish the New Year’s fireworks so much."

Emma: "I see. That makes sense."

(I wanted to see the fireworks, but if that’s the case, then it can’t be helped.)

Matias: "……"

Matias: "Miss Emma, would you mind lending me that doll from earlier?"

(The doll... does he mean the Warmth Clay Doll 2.0?)

Matias: "Thank you. Please step back a bit."

Emma: "Sure... Wait, Prince Matias! If you shake it like that—"

Matias: "There, it’s ready."

(Huh? Prince Matias just tossed the doll into the air...)

Emma: "Wow!"

(Snow mixed with colorful, sparkling lights falls down—it’s like a firework display!)

Clavis: "Hm, it could use some adjustments, but not bad for a start."

Matias: "I never thought I’d end up using your traps like this."

Matias: "But with the hot wine and fireworks, we’ve managed to recreate a modest Achroite-style New Year."

Matias: "What do you think, Miss Emma? One day, I’d like to show you real fireworks if possible."

(It’s so beautiful. The snow, the sparkles, the warm wine... It feels like I’ve stepped into the pages of a book.)

(I’m so glad I came to Achroite.)

Matias: "......"

Emma: "Oh, sorry. I was so captivated by the scene... Is something wrong, Prince Matias?"

Matias: No, nothing at all."

Matias: "Perhaps it’s the hot wine talking, but after seeing your expression, I found myself predicting the year to come."

Matias: "And I’m confident about one thing."

Matias: "This year is bound to be a wonderful one."

Tanzanite | Ruby

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[classicintp]

This is going to be a long read, a thank you letter to @thelastflyingfuck . no common triggers inside that I'm aware of.

I posted the initial post five and half years ago after a 6 month period of grief following my wife basically emotionally breaking up with me. I am not totally blameless, but I have always gone so far out of my way for her that 6 months later I still felt like I didn't deserve it. It's always difficult to deal with the feeling that you're being treated poorly by someone you like or love, but it was so much worse knowing that she wasn't intentionally trying to do that. She isn't a bad person, she's never schemed against me, and what she was doing was a really healthy and good thing that ultimately helped dig her out of the worst trenches of clinical depression and I think I knew that.

When I posted this, that I did not feel very loved, I couldn't find the gall to ask my few friends for emotional support. I felt so desperate for someone to just tell me they appreciated me, and I couldn't bring myself to bother any of them with it even though I knew so clearly that they would absolutely want me to say something. If I asked them, at the drop of a hat my friends would shower me with genuine appreciation because of how much they do appreciate me against how infrequently I want their expression and how unabashedly direct I am when I want it. It was the exact situation they trust I would say something about and I just couldn't. I don't know if it's because it was a deeper kind of hurt because it was my wife or if I was angry and resentful at her and ashamed because I personally knew she wasn't doing it on purpose. She wasn't being abusive, she was trying to survive and I knew it and I resented her anyway even if I was keeping it to myself.

I posted that I didn't feel very loved because I thought if I admitted it out loud where people could hear or read I could maybe take the next step tomorrow and tell one of my friends afterwards. By posting it I knew I would maybe get some mutuals asking if I wanted to talk, I really didn't hope for or expect anyone to go out of their way to give a poignant response to help me feel better, I just wanted to make myself more comfortable with asking my offline peers for the same support I offer to them, and instead I got this reply. I don't know if you feel like it wasn't much but I needed it, it was more than enough to pull me out of it that night, and every few weeks I would read it again to help prevent episodes of paralyzing grief (as it turns out, I was actually having full blown silent panic attacks, which I'd never heard of because I am not someone who has panic attacks). By the beginning of February, just before COVID started getting recognized, I talked to my doctor and started taking a mood stabilizer (for other reasons too), and I have been fine since. 

I would like to think that if you hadn't sent your reply I still would have eventually talked to my doctor and gotten the medication I needed, but I do know that at the very very least it prevented potentially 3 months of panic attacks, and at most it convinced me to seek professional help that I may not have sought out otherwise. You dared offer kindness to a stranger, sometimes nothing comes of it but you offered anyway, and I have appreciated it for 5 and a half years, I hope I never forget to appreciate it. Thank you again.

i do not feel very loved

[elliesglock]

Do the crumble cookie live !

okay so boom guess who's back with another banger. so this is just one of my fav lives in general not even for pazzi but it's just so chaotic and the one that makes me chuckle so bad. anyways tho!

my biggest thing with this live is the difference in the way p is acting before and when azzi comes into the room. before she is goofy, messing around with kk, making fun of jana, and everything is super chaotic. but when azzi comes in??? girl she's not subtle at all. she might as well be pouting with azzi as well. azzi comes into the room and is very obviously upset about assignments, p's eyes lock on her IMMEDIATELY as soon as she walks in and she completely forgets about what everyone else is doing. she is the first one to notice azzi btw. almost like her body can feel that her girls in the room. she's even being blocked by tall ass yanna but p still is able to find her and seek her out 😭 p can't take her eyes off of her and you can tell she knows az is upset just by looking at her. paige motions to the phone that they are on live so azzi knows, everybody yells that azzi fudd is here yayyy! and azzi has imo the cutest reaction ever and gets all overwhelmed, groans, and flops on the bed. everybody finds it pretty funny and laughs, guess who the only one who isn't laughing is? paige bueckers everybody.

now we know p. she does NOT like when her girl is sad or in any kind of distress of anytime. she also loves to tease azzi HORRIBLY. the things that stick out to me is that she's not smiling, locks in on azzi's every move, and does not make one single joking comment to make fun of azzi for being dramatic. she gets all soft and caring and probably wants nothing more than to go pick az off that bed and hold her. now my agenda yall. i've always imagined paige to be a very gentle, sweet person to her girl, def someone that is an empath and FEELS everything az feels. and i can tell all the chaotic energy she just had minutes ago is sucked out the minute azzi walks in. she's feeling exactly how azzi is feeling at that moment. SOULMATES THEY ACTUALLY WANT ME DEAD.

kk jokingly says "what happened?" but p IS NOT playing when she asks the same question. she wants names, faces, and explanations to whoever/whatever has her baby azzi so upset and she wants it now. azzi replies that she needs someone who can tutor her in accounting. (she's such a princess and so cute. and azzi i can do my damn best tutoring u btw i have no clue how to do accounting but ill make it work). kk kinda ignores it at first and paige gets this irritated ass look on her face and tells kk to ask the live. she gets down and if her princess needs someone to tutor her she wants to know if someone can do it immediately. i think we get great glimpses of paige's more protective side in this live with how quick she is to respond to azzi's obvious exasperation. she DOES NOT like when az feels like that. kk asks the live and azzi says thank you. paige says "this should be good" i think cause saying ppl are gonna dm her crazy stuff. azzi laughs at this and paige's eyes light up because her girls happy now! and it's because of her!! lover girl paige BACK IN BUSINESS PAZZI NATION. paige gives her a little smile and they go back to what they're doing.

you can tell paige isn't all that interested in the cookies anymore though. the only cookie she cares about is over on the bed pouting and she wants that cookie badddd. azzi stands up suddenly and guys the first ever time i watched this live i immediately thought omg paige looked at her so fast. before i was even into the pazzi side of uconn btw....just wanted to say that. okay anyway paige's head practically comes off her shoulders looking at azzi. almost like she's ready to do anything az wants her to do or anything she can to make a feel better. also peep p checking her out too. it's not really a sexual checking out tho, more like a "you good?" kinda thing. azzi kinda reaches her hands out, i think out of habit and it seems like she wants p to take her hands. now call me delusional all u want idrc but they def wanted to hold each other in that moment. i've said this to an anon before but paige would def take and kiss her hands, turn azzi around to lay against her, and whisper all the encouragement she could need in her ear. but unfortunately god hates us and they can't do that on live 😒.

azzi unfortunately leaves the frame after that and we get azzi just being absolutely adorable and p dotting on her. azzi kinda snoops and asks about the cookies. kk tells her what the flavors are and you can tell azzi wants a little bit (she's so cute im sobbing, p you truly won).

azzi asks to try the peanut butter one. and p immediately starts nodding and kk goes "girl yeah!". she's literally all of their princess she makes me want to throw up pls give me a chance azzi that dumb blonde bitch when i catch you. kk talks about how azzi will like it and its very sweet. p obv has to fight kk back cause kk don't know more about her girl than her, and she says it's very peanut buttery! didn't have to clock paige, it's okay she's yours....unfortunately azzi doesn't give us her review but i think she likes the cookie. kk starts talking about another cookie and azzi goes that's lame! p gives her a sorta "da fuck?" look and you can tell she wants to be sassy but she reels it in. smart paige you know ur girl would have ur ass.

kk says they need forks for the toffee cake and p goes up to get them. however, she stops dead in her tracks, like literally brake checks herself when azzi seems interested in the cookies. and then she kinda just stays around and yanna goes and gets the spoons. ugh. just. paige please.

while they're trying the toffee cake and paige is making fun of jana for her "OKAY SLOTHHHHH" paige says "okayyyyy turtle" to mess with jana but looks at azzi's approval of her joke 😭 bitch shut up atppppp. they're eating the toffee cake and jana is talking about splitting a bite with azzi. paige looks up at her girls name and says "YOU? and azzi?". she sounds like she's tryna say jana isn't good enough to share a bite with azzi that's the way i see it. also i just think she's jealous even though she didn't offer to share the cookie with azzi....jealous possessive paige you will always be famous. also keep making those edits yall we need to see paige accidentally claim azzi because she's soooo jealous people want a. they drop some of the cake on the floor and they're all laughing. you hear azzi say, "lick it off her fingers!" to jana and p gives her the craziest look. she probably wanted to say PAUSE so bad....also is that a little more jealous p i see?

that's all the moments i saw that really stood out to me. plus there's a little tiny part where azzi brings up paige's ipad and paige goes and shows her case. just them being little cutesy and stuff. long story short, azzi hopefully got a tutor but she def got some cuddles and kisses from paige. they prob went home after this live and paige just complimented her, told her how smart she is, and hyped her up to feel better :((( p gets so soft around az i swear. anywho!! hope you enjoy and ofc always send any moments you saw that i maybe didn't say!!

credit to my anons for reminding me about a lot of this stuff! thank you guys 💋

[voguelfoyy]

Dating Cho Hyun-Ju Would Include... (Headcannon)

cho hyun ju x fem!reader

a/n: long live our queen, hyun-ju. can't sleep so might aswell make something for my diva. i hope i didn't make her ooc in this.

warning: just fluff, english is not my first language, my opinion, not proofread yet

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• HOME DATE NIGHTS, you love and appreciate when Hyun-ju takes you to a fancy dinner sometimes, but nothing beats a home-cooking dinner made by her. Hyun-ju is an expert when it comes to cooking her own meals. When you tell her that you love her cooking more than any fancy restaurant food, oh the joy and excitement that lit up her face. At that moment, she would try her best to pour all of her love into her homemade cooking just for you. Nothing but the best just for her baby girl.

• WORDS OF AFFIRMATION, hyun-ju never misses the chance to shower you with praises. Every day, every minute, every second, is filled with her telling you how pretty you are, how lucky she is to have you, and how proud she is of your work. Whether you two out on a fun date or just snuggled up together in your shared bedroom, she ALWAYS finds a way to express her feelings to you,

"Angel, you are so beautiful. I love everything about you"

"you look so gorgeous, even in your pyjamas, baby"

"do you even know how lucky I am to have you in my life?"

• HOLDING HANDS IS A MUST WITH HER!!! Hyun-ju would DIE if she can't hold your hand even just for a second. There was one time you accidentally slipped out your hand from her grasp when holding hands, and she would get all pouty and sad and make that puppy eyes to you like, "babyyy, why would you do that?". you're confused not knowing what she meant "oh no what did i do.." then you realized "oh, we're not holding hands."

• PICNIC DATES are Hyun-ju's favourite go-to date (bcz I said so). Since your shared apartment is close to a park, she often takes you there for a picnic. The first time she takes you for a picnic date was because she needed to save money; she couldn’t afford to keep taking you to fancy restaurants. However, she also wanted to make sure you felt special and enjoyed the time spent together. Then it became a habit; it became her favourite way to take you out. Even better than booking a reservation at a restaurant. Plus picnic dates + Hyun-ju's homemade food? Heavenly combo!

• last but not least, SHOPPING SPREE TOGETHER YIPPEE. It's a good thing Hyun-ju has you by her side when it comes to shopping, especially for dresses because she needs your most honest opinions on whether the dresses will fit her body shape. Would they look good on her? You're the expert when it comes to answering those questions.

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[luzial]

Writing Masterpost

I write Solavellan. You may see some other stuff on my AO3 and I love that stuff too but let's be real, I'm pretty much just the one thing and I am obsessed. It used to be all Angst and UST all the time but now there's plenty of Fluff and Smut as well. Asks are always open. I love prompts. Chat is also fine.

Here's the stuff I wrote that I'd love for you to read:

Overgrown Solavellan | Modern AU | Enemies to Lovers | Eventual Smut Rating: E | Complete | 93,911 words | 27 chapters

Ellana Lavellan is an investigative journalist assigned to cover an excavation in the Arbor Wilds. Her editors have received a tip that the dig may uncover new information about the "Final Inquisitor," a mysterious figure from the Dragon Age about whom almost nothing is known. Ellana teams up with a history professor to investigate the story.

Roots (sequel to Overgrown) Solavellan | Modern AU | Idiots in Love | Occasional Smut Rating: E | Actively Updating (aprox weekly)

With the identity of the Final Inquisitor now revealed to the world, Ellana Lavellan (an investigative journalist) and Solas (a history professor) team up again to dive deeper into the mysteries of the Dragon Age as well as a series of strange phenomena that have been reported across Thedas.

the best of you, honey, belongs to me Solavellan | One-Shot | Smut Rating: E | 3,759 words

Hunt well, he told her. And she has. She may as well wear their pelts like trophies across her shoulders.

They have lined up to dance with her, to offer her gifts, to make her promises - all of it hollow. They want her for the power and the pleasure she can bring them. They want the world to see her in their arms as they swirl her across the floor. They want to feel the press of her body against their chest and imagine an intimacy which is his alone to claim.

Solas gets jealous at Halamshiral and his pride nearly gets the better of him.

In and Out of Time Again Solavellan | Letters | Angst | Time Loops Rating: M | Complete | 14,499 words | 14 chapters

I tattooed everything you said to me on my still-beating heart and while that may sound like nothing more than hyperbole, I swear to you that if you clawed open my ribcage you would see the truth in the ink that spilled through your fingers.

A Solavellan take on “This Is How You Lose the Time War." Two unlikely correspondents reshape infinite versions of Thedas, each manipulating events of the world’s past to create the future their faction desires.

in the cracks of light / i dreamed of you Solavellan | One-Shot | Angst | Pre-Veilgaurd Rating: T | 2,731 words

He slips into a cafe to pass the time. It is an alluring place on the water where lilac lanterns spill light on lovers and assassins alike. In the distance, something bright catches his eye. Two felines, perched side by side on the base of a pillar that overlooks the canals. One of them is such a vivid white he swears it’s glowing in the afternoon sun.

By day, Solas investigates an irregularity in the Veil in the Streets of Coin and encounters a spirit cat. By night, Lavellan dreams of Treviso.

Ruins Solavellan | Time Travel Fix-It | Angst | Slow Burn Rating: M | WIP | 109,325 words | 19/? chapters

More than 20 years after the Exalted Council, Thedas is in ruins. Finally, a hardened and desperate Lavellan conjures a dangerous spell that has the power to stop the Dread Wolf once and for all. But when plans suddenly change, Lavellan and Solas find themselves transported back to when everything began - one year before Corypheus opens the breach - and given "one last chance" to set things right.

Miscellaneous Solavellan

Solavellan Prompts

Short one-shots collected from various prompts. Mostly set in Inquisition, one in Veilguard.

First/Second

Who fell first prompt. Four short scenes, two from Solas' POV and two from Lavellan's.

[martinas-hat]

Thank you so much for this!! I'm still in the process of processing the game (and so haven't become as accustomed to it as to be able to properly explore and built on it), and so having a lot of it laid out like this is very appreciated! This is super good!

(rambles similarly containing spoilers under cut)

I actually noticed that Yomi doesn't appear to check if the peacekeepers carried out the execution, because I was keeping my ears pricked for confirmations that Martina had been cubed, through some mention of him having... her on him. If the execution went through, he would have to know. I assumed his lack of concern over it was because he cared about her that little, but perhaps the trouble posed by the detectives drawing his mind away also had something to do with it.

One of my main things with Martina is that I love her evil, peacekeeper self all well and good, but I wasn't quite sure what could be done with her after that, once she's redeemed. I knew she had to atone for what she did as a peacekeeper, but thank you for reminding me that her relationship with Yomi was abusive and that is something she would have to process too.

Because yeah... when he kicks her to the floor at the end of chapter 2, she does not react at all, implying it's nothing new... and god only knows what 'toying around' with her to get out his frustration that Seth betrayed her means. But keep in mind that this is the guy who didn't hesitate to order to put a 66kg person in a press meant to crush a maximum of 50kg of material...

And the narrative of her pulling herself together to not only look her abuser in the eye again, but be better than him, is so good!!

I DID NOT NOTICE THE CHUBBY PEACEKEEPER WAS THERE IN THE SCENE WHERE SHE RETURNS ALIVE!! Great spot, didn't consider the stuff about how Makoto found out / how long exactly had passed. Good stuff!

Also yep. 100% agree that Martina would have been very traumatised right after being saved from the press. Her profile elaborates that she was saved moments before her execution (though whether this means moments before she was put into the press, or moments before the press started to function/actually crush her is ambiguous).

At first when playing through her 'revealed to be alive' scene, part of me wondered if her complete heel-turn was a little too sudden, but then I remembered... she's just been betrayed by someone she loved and thought loved her in turn, and then came very close to dying. That is definitely enough for someone to start reconsidering their whole life choices. And I didn't consider how Makoto would be comforting to her!! He loves the people of Kanai ward, after all.

"Makoto didn’t just want to stop Yomi’s reign in Kanai Ward, he wanted to give Martina a chance to bolster her coincidence and get closure from her abuser." 🥲❤️❤️❤️

"Martina decided the best way to make amends for her prior actions is to personally help Kanai Ward and the people recover." AUGH good stuff as well!!

Now, for some questions that can't be found in the text (I think), but I think would be interesting to explore:

When did Martina come to love Yomi? And how did she rationalise it against the abuse?

Is there anything in her backstory that would predispose her to getting entangled in such a horrible relationship? (Is there any info on her backstory at all?) (But the way she fixates on Yomi's love so much gives me the vibes of someone who was at least somewhat neglected growing up.)

Why did Yomi superficially reciprocate Martina's love when he didn't actually love her? Especially because he cares little for his underlings, only seeing them as 'tools' according to his profile?

Someone says something about her loving Yomi for 'budgetary reasons' or something according to a Kodaka tweet? So this bulletpoint is a note to self to check those out too, scrounge for any dropped crumbs

I'll probably get more of these as I go, and develop more answers to them as I think about her more, but that's all I got for now.

Fuck Yomi Hellsmile!!! rambling over

Having some Martina thoughts. Spoilers for the whole game below.

So, chapter 4 reveals that Martina was still alive, The execution that was supposed to kill her was stopped by Makoto and Martina no longer loves Yomi. But a lot must have happened in the background before this point, mainly when Makoto stopped the execution and what happened immediately after.

For starters, Yomi is very surprised to see that Martina is still alive, this gives me the impression that Yomi assumed his execution order was already carried out and Martina should be dead.

Why didn't he double check with any of his peacekeepers to confirm that the deed was done beforehand? Perhaps he was too distracted dealing with the master detectives in chapter 3-4, or maybe Yomi cared so little for Martina that he didn't feel a need to check if she did die. If you toss trash into a garbage bin, do you really need to see if it's actually in there? That was likely his mindset.

Yomi issued the order the night after the Aetheria Academy case. The next morning all of chapter 3 occurs than the day after that is chapter 4. So about two days have passed since he issued the order, and he was surprised to see Martina alive the night of the second day. So, Yomi expected her to be crushed in that presser machine as soon as possible.

With that in mind, when did Makoto stop the execution? Was it before meeting Yuma in Kanai Tower or after Yuma leaves Kanai Tower?

The amount of time that passed between the submarine exploding and Yuma waking up in Kanai Tower is unknown but since chapter 3 starts on the morning of the first day than we can assume a few hours have passed. During that time, a peacekeeper under Makoto's jurisdiction found Yuma floating along the riverbank, probably not too long after the explosion. He radioed the CEO about this found detective and Makoto ordered them to bring Yuma to Kanai Tower.

Makoto said Yuma was in "tatters" when found by the riverbank, so maybe Makoto stayed up those few hours taking care of Yuma so he would not die. Then, when Yuma is fully healed, Makoto waited until he woke up and walked outside the bedroom so the two can chat.

In other words, Makoto was preoccupied that whole night so he did not have any time to stop Martina's execution, that means he did it after Yuma left Kanai Tower.

But wait, how did Makoto know about Martina’s execution just in time to stop it? I don’t think Makoto has any secret cameras in Yomi’s office that recorded the conversation and Makoto stumbling upon this execution himself is unlikely. The only way is a peacekeeper that knew about the execution personally telling him about it. But what peacekeeper would notify Makoto? The peacekeepers respect both Yomi and Martina but since Yomi outranks Martina, they have no issue sending their second-in-command to death. Whoever this single peacekeeper is, they have to be more loyal to Martina than Yomi and have a personal liking to her that motivated them to report to a power above Yomi.

And I think I know who that guy is.

That’s right. The chubby peacekeeper who was very excited about getting punished by Martina was the one who told Makoto about her execution. News of Martina’s execution would spread among the peacekeepers and the Chubby Peacekeeper would likely hear of it at some point. Since he admires Martina so much, he didn’t want her to be killed, regardless of Yomi issuing the order, so he told someone higher up than Yomi that could stop it. A short time later after Yuma leaves Kanai Tower, Makoto hears about the execution from the Chubby Peacekeeper and swiftly heads over to the presser room and puts a stop to the process, saving Martina.

Supporting this, the Chubby Peacekeeper is there accompanying Makoto in the lab. Among the Peacekeepers that are loyal to Martina, him being there can’t just be a coincidence.

Maybe becuase he helped in saving Martina's life, she wanted him to be there when she confronted Yomi.

Now the last question. What happened immediately after Makoto stopped the execution order? Very simply, Makoto had a conversation with Martina, obviously in a different room away from the presser. Martina was no doubt traumatized and utterly terrified to almost be killed in an inhumanely cruel way and it be by someone she thought she loved. Makoto being a homunculus of the "world's greatest mind," therapy skills could be among his repertoire. Whatever they talked about together had major changes in Martina's behavior and relationship with Yomi.

Firstly, Martina has recognized that all the unlawful and brutal actions she committed as vice president of the peacekeepers were wrong. She feels guilty doing them and wants to resign from her position as atonement.

This is a decision she made herself. Makoto didn't suggest this and was ok with Martina still being vice president.

In addition, Martina is heard helping in the clean-up and reconstruction of Marunomon District after the flooding incident. Martina decided the best way to make amends for her prior actions is to personally help Kanai Ward and the people recover. Even in places that she wasn't involved in.

Secondly, Martina no longer loves Yomi. Makoto helped her come to terms that Yomi was abusive to her and he never truly loved her. Martina will probably still have lasting trauma from Yomi that can't be quickly undone after one therapy session, but Makoto did give Martina enough strength to face her abuser in the critical lab and shut him down.

Makoto realistically didn't need Martina here to get Yomi arrested. The file was enough, but Martina being here regardless speaks volumes. Two days ago, Martina was at her absolute lowest, completely alone and scared and knocking on death's door. And now she is face to face with her personal demon and confidently told him off and arrested him. Such a feat would not be possible without Makoto's support and being surrounded by people who actually care for her. She didn't even flinch when Yomi screamed at her.

Makoto didn't just want to stop Yomi's reign in Kanai Ward, he wanted to give Martina a chance to bolster her coincidence and get closure from her abuser.

Lastly, Martina wanted to show that she has grown from being Yomi's "right hand." She was able to arrest her abuser which is a powerful moment for sure, but that wasn't enough for Martina, she wanted to prove that she isn't just over him, she became better than him.

In the past chapters, the peacekeepers had an authoritarian rule over the citizens. They could arrest anyone over a crime when convenient and strike fear into the citizens to keep them from rebelling. A common phrase from the peacekeepers when arresting a person is:

Even Martina says this same line, and with an extra bit about begging for mercy to the corporation.

This type iron fist ruling is no doubt becuase of Yomi. He wants Kanai Ward to bow to him. He doesn't want any inconvenient truths get in the way of growing in power. He is willing to shoot people who so much as disagree with him publicly. He trains the entire peacekeeper branch to uphold this fear mongering dominance.

Martina had this similar mindset as Yomi, but once she talked to Makoto she wanted to remove this mindset from her person. That's why when Yomi is being arrested, Martina says this:

It's quite amazing that Martina is willing to treat Yomi far kinder and fairer than he did with her. This was a decision she made herself, I don't think Makoto required Martina to only arrest Yomi in a fair way. I believe Makoto would have approved of Martina shooting Yomi dead right then and there if she wanted. Remember, Makoto killed Fink the Slaughter Artist for "knowing too much" even though I doubt what he knew had anything to do with Homunculi. Makoto isn't above silencing people quickly. But Martina wanted to prove both Yomi and herself than she has become a better person than him. She has become her own person without any influence from her abuser.

In conclusion, I am so amazed and happy that Martina was given the chance to not only live but to heal from her abuser. Makoto coming in to save Martina wasn't done to help him take down Yomi, it was a selfless act to save a women who needed help and Makoto provided that help. All so Martina can have a future where she is happy and healthy.

Also fuck Yomi Hellsmile.

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The Orc & the Goblin: Part Two

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𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒪𝓇𝒸 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒢𝑜𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃

𝒫𝑜𝓁𝓎𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓍 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓁 𝓍 𝒞𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒

It’s okay, Estelle thought. You can handle this. Goddess knows you’ve handled many a rod before. Handling these two shouldn’t be a risky endeavor. Right?

Niet removed his tunic, revealing dark curls and a broad chest. Morg had thick, strong arms and a pronounced belly with a sparse trail of dark and gray hairs. Estelle remained resolute, jaw stiff, eyes focused. Then they both dropped trow at the same time.

Surprised was not the word that Estelle would use to describe what she saw. Sure, she was expecting something from the two. You didn’t get that much bravado from nothing. But what lay bare before her was more than bravado. Her bottom lip tucked under her teeth as she watched their cocks bob up and down before her.

Okay, so, you’ve handled many cocks. What now? These things are monsters in their own right! Can you handle these? Is your big talk going to work now? Estelle’s mind was a whirlpool sucking down her rational and strength. 

“Oh,” was all her mouth let out besides a bit of drool.

Niet’s long fingers wrapped around his shaft. His grin was unmistakable smug. “What do you think?”

Estelle was still staring, taking in Niet’s impressive size and Morg’s enticing upward curve. For a goblin, Niet was stacked. She expected something from Morg, she’d seen orc cocks most of her life. Niet’s small size was not a hindrance. In fact, his cock was all the more impressive because of it. Thick, veiny, and long to boot. Morg was more the curve with a plump underside. It looked tailor made to reaching certain spots inside a woman.

“I think we stunned her,” Morg chuckled.

Estelle cleared her throat. “Now wait a second. You act like I’ve never seen… cocks before.”

“Certainly none like this,” Niet boasted.

She cut her eyes to him. “Confidence is one thing, but yours is another.”

His tongue traced along the edge of his sharp teeth. “That’s only because I know what I’ve got, little blacksmith. You think I could tame an orc like him with just this mouth?”

Morg was suddenly blushing.

“Well then, just let me see what you have.” Estelle reached out with both hands, taking Niet in one and Morg in the other. Niet was surprisingly warm, Morg was pulsing. She moved both hands, stroking, watching the half hardness turn towards full, making them both harder, thicker.

“Fuck,” Niet jerked, his ears flattening back.

“Careful now,” Morg moaned. “Niet has a sensitive trigger.”

Niet hissed through his teeth. “Do not!”

She was like a kid in a candy store, only her candy was much more seductive. “You’re both well made, I’ll give you that. A bit big for the hands but uhm…we’re not dealing with weapons here.” Estelle licked her lips to catch her breath. “I can certainly work with these at the very least.”

Niet threw his head back and laughed. “Very least? I would at least say ‘beast’.”

Estelle's eyes flicked to him, giving him an extra squeeze around the base. He winced, coughing on his own chuckle.

“They’re yours to play with,” Morg moaned seductively. “If you need time to get used to them-”

That was like a challenge in Estelle’s ears. “You think I can’t take them?” She blurted out, a little heated. “I’ve fooled around with orcs, minotaurs, well hung humans all!” She jumped up, stripping off her shirt. “I’ll show you just what I am used to.” She was putting her foot down and her boobs out, even though her mind was boggling at how she was going to take these two at once. 

She wasn’t afraid, no, not Estelle. She could handle it with the best of them. In fact, this was the scenario she had always wanted! Size was never an issue with Estelle, except for one little thing, they could never be too big for her. For Estelle the motto was the bigger the better, both for her weapons and the cocks she played with.

Niet grinned with excitement thrumming through his veins.  “No more talk, eh? Alright then?” He grabbed Estelle by the hand, leading her off to the bedroom.

Morg followed behind, standing in the doorway to see what would happen. Niet pushed Estelle onto the bed, finishing removing her clothes by taking off her protective work pants and underclothes. He then happily took hold of her legs, squeezing her solid thighs with a wild look in his eyes.

“I knew you had good arms, but whoa. You’ve been hiding these things.” He suddenly shoved his head between her thighs, making Estelle yelp. 

“He wants you to crack him like a walnut,” Morg teased, still watching in the doorway.

Estelle was trying to sit up. “I can but-” he eyes flashed wide open as Niet made himself comfortable. His tongue was on her skin, her mound. “Oh!”

Morg chuckled. “He does that.”

Estelle laid back, clutching the blankets in her hands as Niet buried himself deeper, adding his fingers to the mix. “Ah! Ha ha!” Her voice came shrill and high pitched. She cupped a hand around her mouth. Niet’s tongue was warm and a little rough. There was a very well placed onyx stud that hit against her clit, both cold and warm. She closed her eyes tight, widening her hips a bit more.

“No complaints?” Morg teased, still clutching his cock.

Estelle knew what would happen if she was given a moment to breathe and let her voice out. It always happened and since this was their first time, her own reaping, she didn’t want to embarrass herself. Just yet anyways.

“Look it here,” a wet lipped Niet raised up. He licked his chops, pointing to a heart hidden in her pubes just above her slit. “What’s this?” His fingers continued to move inside Estelle. The sound of her wetness was reaching Morg’s ears.

“Ta-tattoo!” She panted out. She was still trying her best to keep herself contained.

Niet grinned. “A little heart huh. Seems too cute for you.” He leaned down, kissing it, then licking between her folds, finding her clit yet again. Estelle flinched, moaning out loud as he sucked around her protruding bud.

Morg was stroking himself off in the doorway. His thick head glistening from the pearls of precum seeping out. “He’s good with his mouth, right? I know his talking can get annoying, but he’ll do things with his tongue that would make the gods jealous.”

Estelle was biting her lip, holding back the air in her lungs that wanted to come out as words. She was turning red with sweat prickling down her skin. It was coming, but not her orgasm. There was a beat, a silence, and it came to her lips.

“Fuck me!” She yelled out. “Oh god! Fuck me with your huge cocks! Please! I want them so bad!”

Her outburst turned to silence in the room. Morg stopped pumping his fist, Niet’s tongue stuck out between his lips as he looked up at her.

Estelle spread open her thighs wide and reached down to spread herself open. “I want you so bad! Fuck me. Fuck my pretty little hole,” she whined, pleading with them. She dipped two fingers inside herself, feeling how hot and wet she had gotten. “Cum inside me and breed my little pussy.” There was a glaze to her eyes that the two hadn’t expected. Her attitude had not prepared them for this.

“Holy shit,” Niet breathed.

Morg stepped into the room.

Estelle stuck out her tongue. “Fuck my face too! Use all of me. Use my body to pleasure yourselves.”

The two were still, but not for long. Together, they took Estelle with Niet's long cock sliding down her throat while Morg stretched her ‘pretty hole’ open. Morg held her arms back, allowing Niet to thrust into her mouth.

“That’s it, good girl,” Niet snarled.

Morg pulsed from behind, gritting his teeth as he watched her wetness dribble from her lips. “I love how wet you are,” he growled. “Lets me know you’re enjoying us.”

Niet reached out, grabbing Estelle’s hair and pulling, making her take his cock deeper. Her eyes were alight, enjoying how full she felt, from above and below.

“I’ve never seen anyone take a cock like you,” Niet snarled. “Even I still choke from time to time.” He licked his lips, snarling as Estelle’s tongue pressed harder against him.

“If you cum just yet, I’ll have to satisfy her all on my own,” Morg moaned.

“My stamina is better than yours.” Niet growled.

Morg chuckled. “Let’s see what she wants.”

Niet scoffed, but pulled himself away from Estelle’s mouth. She coughed and took deep breaths, moaning as Morg continued to move.

“Don’t stop!” She begged.

Niet pulled her hair. “No intention of doing that, sweetheart. But we wanna know where you wanna go with this.”

Estelle had a dopey grin on her face. 

“Oy, i think she’s senseless.” Niet pulled her hair, tugging her head up towards him to kiss her deeply. His tongue rolled with hers until she bit him. “Careful now little alligator,” he growled at her.

“Fuck me too,” Estelle moaned. “Take that huge goblin cock and stretch me more!”

Niet looked up surprised at Morg.

“You heard her,” Morg snarled.

Niet smirked then reached for a drawer beside the bed, taking out a small glass bottle. While he was doing this, Morg moved him and Estelle so that she was laying on top of him. Estelle kissed him and peppered his body with wet pecks. 

“You’re so big,” Estelle moaned. “Your body, your hands-” she trembled a little before letting out a laugh. “It’s beautiful.”

“That’s awful sweet,” Morg whispered. 

Niet was standing behind Estelle now, rubbing his cock with a slippery, viscous liquid. “Okay now, little alligator. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes!” Estelle wriggled in excitement. “Hurry!”

Niet pressed to the dusky rose at her backside, sliding his tip up and down before pressing inside. He watched her open, felt her tense. He growled, pushing deep inside in one go, his hands firmly clasping her rear.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Estelle cried out before burying her face into the curve of Morg’s neck.

“I think she came,” Morg laughed.

“Good.” Niet slapped her ass with his palm, gripping before pulling back and spanking again. “You’re such a good girl, little alligator.”

Estelle was whimpering and moaning into Morg’s neck, biting him occasionally as they moved. For her, she was in heaven. She wanted to feel her belly bulge with their cocks, their cum. Her ravenous appetite had been something she tried to hide from her sister, but most of Obresh knew what would happen if Estelle got a little too excited during arm wrestling competitions at the pub. More than once she had taken an orc or minotaur out back behind the pub to see which arm she liked better. Now, she didn’t have to go out searching. The two cocks inside her were just the sizes she had been looking for, bigger and biggest. 

Morg came first, gripping his hands tight around her waist, his cock shuddered, pulsed, and released deep inside her. Niet took his time, enjoying the mess Morg left behind before making his own. He came inside, pulled out and glazed a cheek. There was bliss after that as Estelle found satisfaction she’d been hunting for.

She woke up a little groggy in bed, tucked in and snug as a bug. The bed was quite huge, so she stretched out and sunk deeper into it. She could feel the smug look of satisfaction on her face. She laid there, letting out a sated sigh. She turned her head, hearing voices coming from outside.

Getting up, she strutted naked to the door and opened it. There she saw Niet and Morg enjoying the remainder of the tea, also naked. 

“Ah, she’s conscious.” Morg said, eating a cookie.

“Just fueling back up, little alligator,” Niet winked. “If you need us again, that is.”

She found the pitcher of water and poured herself a cup, chugging it all down in one gulp. “Phew! That was amazing!” She cheered.

“Glad to know,” Morg laughed.

“I can’t believe I got fucked like that!” Estelle continued in ecstatic bliss. “Oh my goddess!” She cupped her hands around her face. “Your cocks!”

“Glad to know,” Niet tagged in.

Estelle squealed and shivered. “You guys are the best!” She grabbed Niet’s face, pulling him into a kiss, then tugged Morg down by his braid to kiss him as well. “I’ve not cum that good in ages!” She chugged another glass of water, eyes sparkling like she had just defeated an army in a bloodthirsty battle.

“You certainly surprised us. Who knew a lady like you was into such begging and pleading.” His hand rested on her rear, gently palming it.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Estelle laughed. “I don’t know exactly where that comes from, but when I get turned on I have a tendency to make it everyone’s problem.” She bit her bottom lip and fidgeted, enjoying Morg’s warm palm.

Niet scoffed, taking a cookie from the tin. “Not a problem at all! I call it a bonus. A hot, well toned, firm assed, beauty of a woman begging for my goblin cock was all I ever wanted in this world.” He moaned as he bit into the cookie. “Fucking your face, your ass, you pussy. I’m going to get hard again just thinking about it.”

“Okay!” Estelle gasped. “Give me a few minutes to clean up and we can go again!”

Morg stopped Estelle from running off. “Hydrate. Eat something.” He commanded gently. “You’ll cramp up and ruin your good time.”

She pouted, but did as Morg asked. The cookies had the same sweet spice the tea did. “These are good.”

Niet perked up. “Stole them from the queen’s private reserve.”

Estelle looked to Morg for confirmation, to which he nodded. “He’s actually right about that one. We raided a caravan with supplies for the castle.”

“Oh wow! What did you get?”

Niet scoffed. “Just cookies. Apparently the queen likes tea parties.”

Estelle nodded. “I heard she did.” She took another cookie. “So, will you both be going back to that?”

“Adventuring, I’m sure. But now that we have a home, a base of operations, I assume we will find other things to do that don’t keep us from home so long,” Niet replied thoughtfully. “No more robbing caravans, but perhaps hunting and the like.”

That made Estelle beam. She always missed them between visits, after all they were her favorite clients before. “I don’t mind if you travel. But I would like to see more of you around.”

“Oh ho! You’re going to be seeing so much of us,” Niet laughed.

“Besides, it’s even in the quiet moments like this we can enjoy the intimacy,” Morg murmured poetically. “We’ve all shared in that pleasure and heat. Now we bask in it.”

Estelle pouted but agreed. “I suppose I don’t have to be in a hurry.” Part of her cookie fell from her fingers. “Darn. Let me get that.” She knelt down onto the ground.

Morg took in a tranquil breath. “We have all our lives to SHARE!” He screamed out the last word, bending over to grip the counter.

Niet smirked. “She’s got your cock doesn’t she?”

Morg was panting hard already, Estelle had her throat stuffed with him. “Her suction…muh-might be better than yours.”

Niet snickered, taking another cookie into his hand. He tossed it over the counter. “Oh ho. Let me get that.” He joined Estelle on the floor, kissing her neck and biting her shoulder as he slid up behind her.

Morg moaned, wiping down her face. This was what he wanted, what they all wanted. Might as well relax and enjoy it.

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Shadowboxing

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But also here's Ch. 1 of Shadowboxing

'Till I collapse or I burstWhichever comes first

“This place is going to be nicer than anywhere we’ve ever lived.” 

“Yeah.” 

The car drifted lazily along the winding back roads between small New England towns, the afternoon sun filtering in through the canopy of lush forest. Summer sat heavy in that first week of June, droning with heat all day that barely cooled off come sunset. All of the green and nature was a welcome change for her eyes, which she thought had long grown accustomed to seeing only in the monochromatic color scheme of the city. 

“You can even ride horses,” Vi reminded her sister again, for the fifth time or so. She continued to look through the brochure which had been well worn by now with her many hours spent memorizing it, dreaming with it. “So posh, huh? Just hopping on for a trot between classes.” 

“Yeah.” 

Vi set her jaw and took a steadying breath. There was no point getting mad at her sister right now. Why would it hurt that she was giving up everything she knew to give her sister a better life, to get them out of the system, to give them a chance? But her sister was fourteen and sheltered, viewing this move as the worst thing that could ever happen. 

But Vi wasn’t a saint, and she did get annoyed from time to time. As if this wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to them. She closed the brochure and did her best to not crush it in her grip as her hands tightened into fists. 

Before she could say anything though, the trees broke into a clearing and the monstrous, hallowed, ivy-covered stone walls of Foxcroft Academy. The green was massive and vibrant, well maintained with the fancy mower lines across it. It was grander than she could have imagined, and definitely someplace that someone like Vi Warwick never imagined as even the slightest chance. 

This though, the sprawling, picturesque campus that actually looked like the photos hadn’t been photoshopped, was her single chance out of her life, and to her it was a terrifying opportunity. She sure as hell was going to make sure her sister took advantage of it, too.

As the car stopped in front of the large, central building, Vi looked over at her sister who seemed to be taking it all in, too. Powder didn’t know what was good for her, and Vi might not know much more, but she knew that this was the right decision, and she’d make sure she was on board. 

“You ready?” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Powder shrugged. 

With no more ceremony, her sister grabbed her backpack and took the first steps outside of the car, leaving Vi with just herself and the echo of the car door slamming. 

This is good, she sighed to herself before following. The cab driver dropped her duffle on the ground at her feet with a crunch on the gravel.

“Anything else?” he asked, looking around the trunk. 

“Nope, that’s it.” 

“Nothing else coming in on another train I’m going to have to bring out here?” he asked, taking inventory of the scant amount he was bringing. 

“Nope,” Vi shook her head, heaving the heavy bag on her shoulder. Powder struggled with hers before Vi tossed it on her other shoulder. Somehow, it was heavier. “Thanks.” 

“No problem,” he grunted as he slammed the trunk closed. “Good luck.” 

The pair watched the car go back down the long road, out of the tall, wrought iron gates with the emblem on the front, and turned back to look up at the facade of the building, tilting their heads back to take all the spires and turrets. From the brochures, Vi knew that this was the original school building, a converted estate bequeathed by some rich guy. Now, the campus covered nearly 500 acres. 

“Ms. Warwick! I’m so happy you made it,” a voice pulled them from their individual mulling. Feet hurried along the path toward them. “Easy trip, I hope. The train ride from the city is so lovely in the Fall, but still nice in the Summer. Hopefully it wasn’t too long.” 

“It was fine,” Vi nodded, shaking the hand extended to her. She nudged her sister to do the same. “Thanks.” 

“Wonderful. I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Dr. Sayyid, and I was on your interview panel for the scholarship.” 

“Yeah, of course. Thanks again,” Vi offered. “This is my sister, Powder.”

It was hard not to remember the tall, young, striking woman with deep brown eyes who seemed to be the only smiling face on the panel. Dr. Sayyid wore the same, simple sari she wore that day just a month ago, when Vi sat in front of a table of snooty professors and answered for all of her past and potential. It seemed a bit unnecessary in her opinion, since they only offered the scholarship because she had something they wanted– athletic ability. They would use her body to put medals and cups in their cupboards and she would use her body to pull herself out of poverty and the hole her parents bore her into.

When someone tapped her on the shoulder at the gym a month ago, it took her out of her trance, the dull rhythm of the rowing machine lulling her to a safe place, outside of herself and the world. That guy said he was a coach and asked if she was interested in any sports. And now Vi was standing on a 250 year old campus that had a 97% acceptance rate to universities. A tap on the shoulder was they keys to the kingdoms. 

“We’re running on a smaller staff, obviously, for the summer,” Dr. Sayyid explained, motioning for them to follow her around the building. “And official summer courses start on Monday, so this weekend is extra slow, which is perfect for exploring.” 

The buildings seemed to form a little town, it’s own unit with plenty of green space. It was the space part that surprised Vi the most. She wasn’t used to seeing so much, to be able to breathe and stretch her arms without hitting anything. 

“I hear you’re quite good at tinkering with electronics,” she continued, hoping to get Powder to open up. “You are very welcome to join us for a Robotics Team meeting. You’ll love our lab, Powder. I can show you tomorrow, if you want.” 

“You have a lab?” 

“Oh yes, a few. The Robotics Lab is attached to a maker’s space. I think you’re going to enjoy it.” 

Finally showing some excitement, Powder gave her sister a somewhat hopeful look, and Vi nodded, encouraging it. She listened to the two talk about some of the amenities while she took in it all, making a note of the dining hall and the path that led to the lake for training, the gym, the clinic, the fences, the openings. 

It made sense that Powder would be drawn to Dr. Sayyid. She was relatively young, for a professor, and she seemed genuinely kind and excited. Of all the tours Vi had gone on when she got to a new place, whether it be a new foster home or state facility, this one had to be the best, and watching Powder start to believe in it made it feel better. Vi would row until her hands bled.

“So this is Spence, one of the freshman girls’ dorm,” Dr. Sayyid explained as they stopped at a cozy looking building with columns and brick and real windows. It looked like a giant mansion, somehow bigger than its three stories. “And this is where you’ll be, Powder.”

Vi adjusted their bags, an end to the weight in sight. 

“Tomorrow, we’ll do all the admin stuff, like ID cards and uniforms, but for now, you won’t have a problem getting in and out. What do you say, want to see your room?” 

“Yeah,” Powder agreed, more excited than before. 

Vi followed, trying to remember everything. She needed to know how to get to Powder no matter what. 

The room itself was on the second floor toward the middle of the hall. She was in a quad, with a shared common room, though each bedroom had its own bathroom. Vi dropped the bag on one of the beds in the right-side bedroom, finally sick of carrying it. Her shoulders thanked her immediately. She watched Powder look around the space, run her hand over the empty bookshelves and desk before looking out the window at the fields in the distance. 

When she turned back at Vi she smiled, finally relaxed. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and picked up some of your books for classes on Monday, and this laptop is a little old, but it still works,” Dr. Sayyid explained, moving to the pile that sat on the end of a desk. “I just got a new one, so I figured you might get some use out of it for assignments.” 

“For me?” Powder echoed, furrowing and looking back at Dr. Sayyid, trying to figure it out. She looked at Vi who gave a small shrug, unsure as well. The professor nodded enthusiastically. 

“We have spare sheets and towels in the closet. It’s your responsibility to do laundry, which is down in the basement,” she continued, choosing not to dwell, though that was all Powder seemed capable of at the moment. “We’ll get you set up later. Shall we head over to see your room, Vi?” 

While they walked across campus, Powder and Dr. Sayyid chatted about the buildings and some of the offerings, as well as what plans there might be for the year. Vi had never  been more grateful for an adult that she was at that moment. She needed Powder to buy into this experience. She needed to have one less worry in her life, and this was hopeful for her. Cautiously hopeful, she decided. 

The dorm for the senior girls was a little farther from the main heart of campus like Spence. Browning was a little smaller, a little more quaint, a little more retrofitted, but the view of the lake was everything Vi could ever want and never allowed herself to imagine. 

The room on the top floor in the corner was small, with ancient paint and built ins, with heavy wooden furniture and a big bay window. She dropped her bag on the bed on one side of the room. Against the wall, sat a dresser, a desk, a small closet, and her bed, and on the other side, a mirror image. 

Powder sat on her bed with a bounce and appraised it appreciatively. 

“Not too bad,” she decided, making Vi smile. 

Before this morning, they’d never left the city, and even then, they barely left their neighborhood. Now, they were in a different state, in a different town, and everything else truly did feel far away.

“They’re always working on the HVAC in this building,” Dr. Sayyid sighed as she opened a window to let in the faintest breeze, hoping to cut the stagnant heat. “I’ll message maintenance and let them know it’s on the fritz again. At least in the winter, the heat is great. The old boiler is more reliable than the new AC.” 

Vi gripped the desk chair and took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to finally breathe. If she did everything right, if she could keep all fo the pieces of the car together for just a year, she could keep them off the streets, keep them from being separated, keep everything from falling apart, and this felt like the closest she’d come to realizing that dream. 

She could take some heat. She didn’t mind. 

“I know you want to unpack, but I was going to make pizza for dinner. Do you guys want to come over and relax a bit?” Dr. Sayyid asked, clapping her hands together. “You’re probably hungry after the long day of traveling.”

“You live here?” Powder asked, hopping up. Vi didn’t move. She gripped the chair a bit tighter. 

“I do. I’m a dorm supervisor, so I get to stay so I’m around if you ever need anything.” 

“That’s pretty cool.” 

“Yeah, I like it,” she agreed with a smile. “I can give you guys a run down of the rules and stuff, and if you like fresh veggies, we have a ton from the garden.” 

Powder looked at her sister and Vi gave a slight nod, something that not many might catch, but she knew it was alright. 

“I don’t like green things,” Powder explained. “Vi does.” 

“Perfect, peppers for you and spinach for Vi.” 

“Sounds good,” Vi offered, following along before pausing at the door and giving her room another look. 

This is going to work. 

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Dinner was lovely. The small cottage on the edge of the eastside of campus felt well-lived in. It was cozy, as if someone had put in roots and made it their own. Vi appraised it while Powder helped make dough, rolling it out and chatting with Dr. Sayyid about their lives and such. Vi tried to figure her out, looking at photos and certificates, at stacks of books and movies, at board games and botched crochet projects. 

Over freshly made pizza, they talked about her family back in India, about how much she liked teaching, about some of the fun parts of the campus and the school year. It was simple and easy, and Vi was grateful for that. 

Internally, Vi debated about spending the night in Powder’s room. It wasn’t often they spent a night apart, but it was going to be something they had to get used to eventually, and so she bit her tongue, and didn’t offer when they walked back across campus. Instead, she helped Powder make her bed and unpack her bag. 

“Can you believe they have cable?” she asked, flopping on the couch in the common room. “All these rooms and everyone gets cable. Isn’t that insane?” 

“Three meals a day and cable,” Vi grinned. “It’s just like juvie.” 

“I could get used to juvie like this,” Powder scoffed as she clicked through some channels.

“I’ll come grab you around nine tomorrow, and we’ll do breakfast at the Dining Hall before a tedious day of orientation,” Dr. Sayyid decided, though she checked to make sure they were on board. “And tomorrow you’ll have your roommates. I think you’re going to like yours, Powder. All the freshmen are new, so you’ll actually have a leg up on them to show them around.” 

“You good?” Vi asked, slightly lower as Dr. Sayyid moved toward the door. 

“I know where you are,” Powder nodded. Vi rumpled her hair as a goodbye. “Text me if you get scared.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Powder didn’t get up to move. She relaxed on the couch and waved and Vi understood that she needed to be alone, to experience, to thaw, to disappear. That didn’t stop her from standing outside in the hallway for a few extra moments, her hand hovering over the doorknob, as if at the sound of a cough, she’d burst back in. 

Dr. Sayyid, her eyes kind and her lips twisting into a small smile put her hand on Vi’s shoulder, making her jump at the contact, retching her back into reality. 

“She’s okay,” she promised. “Good kid.” 

“Yeah, she’s really smart,” Vi offered, following. She let her gaze linger back to the door before they turned the corner to head downstairs. 

“I can see that. It’s very obvious. She’ll do well here.” 

Vi nodded and bit the inside of her lip repeatedly before clenching her jaw. She looked up at the lit window as she followed Dr. Sayyid toward her dorm yet again. She spoke about what some graduates had gone on to do, and about certain emotional supports that were in place, mental health wellness and all of those words. But mostly she walked in a mutual silence, just their feet and the gravel or the sidewalk or the grass. 

“I know this is overwhelming,” the professor finally acknowledged as they paused outside of Browning. “But if you need anything, please don’t hesitate. I can answer any questions you might have– about school or anything else.”

Vi nodded again and put her hands in her pockets. Dr. Sayyid held out a card. 

“My personal cell. I was the scholarship kid once who left everything she ever knew to take care of her family,” she murmured, her voice slightly more serious than Vi had heard it all evening. “Anything, Vi.” 

Gently, Vi took the card in her hands and turned it over to see the neatly handwritten digits. She stared at it for a moment and swallowed before nodding and slipping it in her back pocket. Dr. Sayyid seemed to appraise her, wagering what her chances were before catching herself and offering a soothing smile. 

“Enjoy your first night. Maintenance left a fan for you. I’m sorry the AC is out.” 

“I’ve slept in worse spots,” Vi promised with a wry grin. “Thanks, Doc.” 

“Anything, Vi, I mean it,” the professor reminded her as she turned, walking backward toward her place. 

For a long beat, Vi stood outside of the dorm and looked at the campus, the trees, the sky, blue and orange, the clouds purple wisps. Sweat dried on the back of her neck and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so singular, as if no one else in the world existed. She felt the card in her pocket. She’d had those before, promises on cards, so she knew not to count on it, no matter how well-intentioned someone seemed to be. She did this all herself, and she’d keep that streak going. 

She made her way inside, checking her phone as she walked to see if Powder needed anything, though she didn’t have any messages from her. 

There wasn’t much to unpack. She hung up some clothes and filled only two drawers of the dresser. A stack of books were already on her bookshelves, probably from Dr. Sayyid, but Vi didn’t want to look at those just yet. It took only twenty minutes, and she was moved in. She could be packed and on her way in half the time if need be. 

The showers were in the middle of the hallway. Vi dug out a change of clothes and a few toiletries, remembering to turn the fan on for when she got back to her room, hoping it would cool off. The water felt good, washing away the train and the dirt and the sweat. It reminded her of baptism, and she was reborn, different now. A Foxcroft student. People from her side of town didn’t go to Foxcroft. People from her side of town never left that side. 

At the small sink in her room, Vi brushed her teeth as she picked up a novel from her pile, aimlessly wondering as she scrubbed. The Count of Monte Cristo. She flipped through the heavy book and felt slightly daunted by the size of it. She hadn’t read a book in… She furrowed, holding her toothbrush in her mouth as she flipped a page and caught some writing. 

Vi- “Life is a storm, my young friend. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout- Do your worst, for I will do mine!”For a jump on Fall semester. But I think you might also find some use for this story.Dr. Sayyid

She reread the words a few times, trying to figure it out. Slowly she brushed her teeth a little more and weighed the book. She looked helplessly at the shelf and wondered when she’d have time to do it all. A headstart couldn’t hurt. 

She spit in the sink as the door to her room opened and she stood still in the middle of the room with a toothbrush hanging from her lips, a book tucked against her stomach, and a brilliant blue eye staring at her. Vi was certain she looked like a deer, and this girl was a semi truck barreling at her full speed, though she just stood in the doorway. She wore an eye patch on one side of her face, though a faint pink scar peaked out of the edges at the top and bottom. Her face composed itself instantaneously, the surprise gone. 

“Who the hell are you?” she furrowed before looking at the number on the door and back at a piece of paper in her hand. 

“Who the hell are you?” Vi managed, garbling over her toothbrush before she snagged it out of her mouth. Her heckles rose immediately.

“I was supposed to have a single,” the stranger groaned. She dropped the box balanced on her hip on the ground. “Are you in the right room?” 

“Yeah. I am. Can we go back to who the hell you are?” Vi tried again, her voice stern. 

The girl just stared at her, eye drifting down to her shorts and sports bra and Vi realized she was definitely less clothed than her. But she couldn't balk now. She spent enough time establishing herself in strange situations to know that you don’t blink and you certainly don’t acknowledge any weakness. In this situation, of course, the lack of clothes was a weakness, but she had to work with what she had. 

“I think I’m your roommate.” 

“Oh,” Vi furrowed and nodded. “Okay.” 

“I’ll be back.” 

Just like that, she was gone, and Vi was left, still standing there, clutching a book and a toothbrush. She looked at the box on the floor and then around her room. 

“I’m Vi,” she muttered to an empty room. “Pleasure.”

Vi thought she’d have to get used to this, but she hadn’t thought about how annoying it would be. How wonderful it was that her roommate was a prime example of the most annoying kind of person. Rich fucking blue bloods.