#and it being dune too is crazy

[calamitoustide]

Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

regulus black

[doriku]

ㅤ𖹭 #𝗣𝟭𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬 ::ㅤ𝗧𝕰𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛⠀⠀【...】

ㅤㅤ𝑛. ⠀﴾⠀cw. 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. semi-pub sex, unprotected sex, oral, body worship, creampie﹙?﹚,﹙slight﹚overstimulation⠀━╋⠀﴿ ⎯⎯ 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

⠀͙ࣳ #𓂃 𝗆𝗐𝖾𝗈𝗂 ⁝ 𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑖 speaks . . every part is like 1.3k–1.7k words approx ( yes I counted bc I care ) apparently I can’t stfu when it comes to p1h boys being hor🦵🏻 on a beach ok bye ૮( ˶˃ᆺ˂˶ )

KEEHO

keeho’s the type who plays it cool until he really can’t. like, he’ll be cracking jokes, teasing you in front of the others, making sarcastic comments about sunscreen brands — until he sees the way your swimwear clings to your hips when you come out of the water. then it’s over. he’ll try to be subtle about it. leaning back on his elbows as he watches you towel off, sunglasses hiding the way his eyes drag over every inch of skin. but you notice. you always notice. especially when his jaw flexes and his leg starts bouncing, like he’s trying to stay calm. "come with me for a walk," he says eventually, voice low and too casual. like it’s no big deal. like he isn’t walking five steps ahead to hide how hard he’s getting in his board shorts. when you finally catch up, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down the path behind some dunes. the second you’re out of sight, he’s on you — palms on your waist, teeth on your neck, breath warm and desperate.

“you have to stop looking at me like that,” he mutters against your skin. “i’m one second away from doing something really fucking dumb.” you tell him to do it. and that’s all he needs. he pushes you gently against a tree, kisses you like he’s starving. his hands slide under your top, thumbing over bare skin, dragging goosebumps in their wake. he murmurs filth into your mouth, half-laughing at how breathless you get from just a little teasing. "this is a bad idea," he says, tugging down your swimsuit, his tone betraying how badly he wants it anyway. he fingers you first — sloppy, slow, his knuckles brushing places that make you whimper into his shoulder. he lives for that. for how wet you get just from the anticipation. he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucks them clean while watching your eyes roll back.

“you taste like the ocean,” he grins, “but sweeter.” when he finally slides in, it's hot and messy and fast — hips stuttering, hands gripping your thighs like he’ll lose it if you let go. he tries to be quiet. really tries. but when you moan his name and claw at his back, he groans against your throat, whispering, “fuck, you’re gonna get us caught.” you don’t care. neither does he. and when it’s over, when your legs are shaking and his forehead is pressed against your shoulder, he just laughs softly and says, “worth every grain of sand in my ass.”

THEO

theo is patience and pressure all at once. he’s calm, quiet, lets the others run wild in the water while he lounges on the sand beside you, warm and golden under the sun. he watches you more than anything else — hidden behind sunglasses, biting back smirks every time you stretch or adjust your bikini or lick salt off your lips without even thinking. you can feel it in the way he touches you, subtle at first. a hand resting low on your back. fingers brushing your thigh just a little too close. leaning in to say something, lips grazing your ear like he knows exactly what it does to you. “you’re driving me crazy,” he says lowly, voice all grit and velvet. “keep looking at me like that and I’ll lose it.” you laugh, thinking he’s teasing. he’s not. by the time the sun starts to dip and the rest of the group gets distracted with volleyball and snack runs, he leans into you with that familiar calm intensity in his eyes and murmurs, “come with me. now.”

he leads you behind a rocky bluff near the edge of the beach — secluded, shaded, soft sand under your feet and the crash of waves muffling the sound of your breathing. and before you can even ask what he’s doing, his hands are on your waist, his mouth on your neck, and the way he says, “been waiting all day to have you like this,” sends heat straight through you. he takes his time. always does. his hands are slow but firm, dragging up your thighs, slipping under your swimsuit with practiced ease. his voice is low and constant in your ear — dirty, tender, breathless. “look at you,” he groans, fingers sliding through how wet you already are. “can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”

he eats you out with pure devotion, kneeling in the sand like it’s sacred. eyes locked with yours, tongue deep and slow, hands gripping your thighs like they’re his anchor. he moans into you when you tug his hair, low and guttural and so needy. and when you try to squirm away, overwhelmed, he just pulls you closer and says, “don’t run, baby. I’m not done.” he makes you come like that, once, maybe twice — legs trembling, one hand clutching the rock behind you, the other tangled in his hair. and then he finally stands, tasting you on his lips, dragging down his swim shorts as he presses your back to the rock.

“gonna be quick,” he says, voice thick and strained. “I need you so bad.” he pushes in slow, watching your face the whole time, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your mouth — soft to balance the stretch of him filling you so perfectly. and then he fucks you. deep, steady strokes that make your toes curl and your head fall back. he holds you up with both arms, cradling you like you’re something breakable even while he’s ruining you.

“you feel too good,” he groans, hips snapping harder. “I’ll never get enough of this.” you’re both sweating, sand sticking to skin, the ocean roaring behind you, and still — he slows down halfway through, just to watch you. to take it all in. your pretty fucked-out face. the way you moan his name like a prayer. the way you look like you’re about to cry from how good it feels. he kisses you through the aftershocks, holds you close as you both catch your breath, his forehead pressed to yours, voice rough with love when he says, “you’re mine. always.”

JIUNG

jiung doesn’t play fair. not when he wants you. especially not when he knows he can’t have you yet. it starts when he sees you in your swimsuit — hair damp, skin glowing, that little smile on your face like you don’t even realize how insane you’re driving him. he’s quiet about it, at first. gives you a look over his sunglasses that burns hotter than the sun on your skin. licks his lips. smirks when you catch him staring. “you’re seriously wearing that in front of everyone?” he teases, voice low enough just for you. “baby, you’re evil.”

and it only gets worse. he walks behind you in the sand, hand brushing just beneath your ass as if by accident. whispers things into your ear when no one’s looking. “bend over like that again and I’ll fuck you right here.” he’s not kidding. he gets bold when the sun starts to drop, shadows stretching longer, everyone too busy with their own thing to notice how restless he is, how his hand keeps finding your thigh, how he won’t stop biting his lip.

“come here,” he finally says, grabbing your wrist, tugging you away from the bonfire and into the dark. you end up hidden behind a sand dune, lit only by the faint glow of the moon and the gold of the fire flickering in the distance. it’s warm, quiet, just the sound of waves and your heartbeat hammering in your ears. he crowds you against the dune, one hand cupping your face, the other already sliding under your bikini bottoms.

“knew you were this wet,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot. “you’ve been begging for it all day.” and you have. he kisses you like he’s starving, messy, desperate, teeth clashing. his fingers slide through you so easily it’s obscene, and he watches your face the whole time, eyes dark and locked in.

“say it,” he whispers. “say you want me.”

“I want you,” you pant, and he groans low, like it physically hurts him. he doesn’t even bother getting fully undressed, just pushes your bikini aside, yanks his shorts down far enough, and pulls your leg up around his waist. and then he’s in you, thick and hot and deep, both of you gasping like you’ve been holding your breath all day. he thrusts hard, fast, hips snapping into you like he means it. “you’ve been teasing me for hours,” he growls into your neck. “now take it. take all of it.”

he grabs your ass, pulls you closer, grinds his hips slow and deep just to watch your legs shake. “so good for me,” he murmurs, licking into your mouth. “so fucking tight. so fucking mine.” you’re gasping, moaning, nails digging into his shoulders, and he’s loving every second of it—fucking you like he wants to ruin the memory of any other touch, like this is the only thing that matters in the world. when you come, it’s with his name punched out of your lungs, and he groans into your skin, hips stuttering as he follows with a low, filthy moan that you swear echoes across the water.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just holds you, both of you breathing hard, forehead to forehead again, fingers still gripping your thigh. “you’re mine,” he whispers, brushing his lips over yours. “gonna take you again when we get back. over and over until you can’t walk.” and you know he will.

INTAK

intak’s always had a thing for teasing in public. doesn’t need a bed. doesn’t need a room. doesn’t even need privacy, really. just needs you. and the second he sees you stretched out on a towel in that tiny bikini, eyes closed, chest rising with every lazy breath — yeah, he’s done for. he straddles the line between playful and dangerous real fast. he lies down beside you, one arm propping his head up while the other lazily drapes over your stomach. “you’re doing this on purpose,” he murmurs, voice close to your ear. “looking like that, laying here like you want me to drag you off somewhere.”

you peek at him through your lashes, smiling like you’re innocent. he scoffs under his breath and slides his hand lower — over your stomach, under the knot of your bikini bottoms, just enough to make you gasp. “yeah?” he whispers. “you gonna let me?” you nod, eyes wide, thighs already pressing together. he waits until it’s darker, until the others are distracted down the beach. then he grabs your hand, pulls you up, and leads you down a quiet stretch of sand — until the voices are gone, and the only sounds are the ocean and your heartbeat thumping behind your ribs.

he turns to face you, cupping your jaw with both hands, eyes on your mouth. “been thinking about you all day,” he says, brushing his thumb over your lip. “how you’d sound if I fucked you right here.” he kisses you slow — lips soft but heavy with intent, mouth pressing yours open so his tongue can slide in deep. his hands drop to your hips, fingers tugging the strings of your bikini bottoms loose like he’s done it a thousand times. he drops to his knees in the sand before you can speak. looks up at you like you’re already trembling for him. then pulls your bikini aside and drags his tongue through your folds, slow and firm, until your legs nearly buckle.

“hold onto me,” he mumbles against you. “don’t fall.” he licks you like he’s got nowhere else to be, like the ocean isn’t crashing beside you, like he’s meant to be on his knees between your thighs. he flicks and circles and sucks on your clit until your hips jerk and your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling. you came like that, right against his mouth, with your whole body twitching, and he groans like he’s the one falling apart.

“so sweet,” he breathes, licking you once more before standing. “I’m not done.” his swim trunks drop in one smooth movement, and then he’s pushing you down onto the sand, your legs around his waist, cock heavy against your entrance. “you want it?” he asks, teasing his tip through your slick folds. “I want it,” you pant, and he smirks before thrusting in — slow and deep until you’re gasping, clawing at his back.

he fucks you like he’s showing off. hips rolling into yours with that dancer rhythm, body flexing perfectly with every movement. “god, you feel so good,” he growls into your ear. “tight little thing — been waiting all day for this pussy.” you moan for him, back arching off the sand, and he fucks you harder — hips snapping, breath ragged, one hand gripping your throat just enough to make your head spin. “you’re mine,” he hisses. “say it.”

“I’m yours,” you cry out, and he groans, pounding into you so deep it makes your whole body shake. he comes with a low, broken sound, collapsing over you with his lips against your neck, still grinding his hips to push it all in. he doesn’t pull out right away. doesn’t move. just kisses you, slow and sweet, and whispers, “next time I’m fucking you in the ocean.”

SOUL

OH MY GOSH MY BABY SOUL #2 :( !!!! soul has been watching you play around in the water all day — laughing, splashing, ducking under waves like you’re some wild thing made of sun and salt. he’s quiet about it, just smiles when you glance his way. but there’s heat behind his gaze. something you feel every time your eyes meet. by the time the sun starts to dip, he’s twitchy. sitting beside you on the sand, eyes fixed on the horizon, but his fingers won’t stay still. they brush your thigh. your hip. the back of your neck.

then, without warning, his lips are at your ear. “come with me.” his voice is low. controlled. but there’s a shake in it. like he’s trying not to fall apart. he grabs your hand and walks you past the rocks, where the sand turns smoother and no one’s around. the wind picks up. the waves crash louder. and he pulls you in, just enough to get your legs wet. lets the water lap at your calves while he stands behind you, arms around your waist, breath hot against your neck.

“been thinking about you,” he whispers. “all day. the way you look in that bikini. the way your skin tastes when it’s salty.” his hands slide up your stomach. then higher. cupping your breasts under the wet fabric while his thumbs circle over your nipples. “you feel that?” he murmurs. “you feel what you do to me?” his hard cock is pressing against your ass now, straining through his swim shorts.

he grinds just enough for you to feel it. and then he’s turning you around, kissing you like he’s desperate. wet, hungry, needy. his hands grip your hips like he’s holding back. “tell me you want it,” he says, lips brushing yours. “here. with the ocean around us.”

“I want it,” you whisper, already trembling. he moves quickly — pushing your bikini bottoms to the side and lifting your leg over his hip, so he can slide his cock between your thighs. he doesn’t fuck around. he pushes in slow, letting you feel every inch, until you’re full and gasping and clutching at his shoulders. his eyes never leave yours. not once. “you’re perfect,” he breathes. “tight. warm. mine.” he fucks you like the waves are chasing him, rocking into you with smooth, deep thrusts, water splashing around your ankles with every movement. the sound of your bodies moving together is filthy, echoing in the open air. he groans when you clench around him, fingers digging into your waist. “god, I could stay inside you forever.” you’re moaning for him now, eyes glassy, head tilted back while he thrusts harder. deeper.

the rhythm picks up. your leg trembles around his hip. and when he reaches between you to rub your clit, you came hard, back arching, mouth open, voice swallowed by the ocean. he follows seconds later, panting, lips on your collarbone as he fills you up, still holding you tight. when he pulls out, he tucks your bikini back in place with shaking fingers, kisses the corner of your mouth, and whispers, “next time? I want you underwater.”

JONGSEOB

aaaa seobbie > < you notice the shift in jongseob after lunch. his jaw’s tight. his tongue’s pressed to the inside of his cheek. and when you bend over to pick something up, his gaze lingers too long — locked on your ass, lips parted, hands flexing at his sides like he’s dying to touch. he doesn’t say much. just watches. watches as you stretch out on the towel, watches how the sunscreen gleams on your thighs, watches you lick salt off your fingers like you don’t even know what you’re doing to him. but you do. oh, you do.

“baby,” he finally murmurs, crouching beside you, voice rough, “come with me. just for a minute.” you barely make it past the dune before he grabs your waist and pins you against a palm tree, breath hot against your neck. “you’ve been teasing me all fucking day.” his hands are already sliding under the hem of your bikini bottoms, gripping your ass, grinding his hard cock against you through his swim shorts. “look at what you did to me.” you glance down, the outline is so obvious. thick and aching and twitching against your body like it’s been waiting for hours.

“take it out,” you whisper, and he growls. his hands move fast, tugging your bottoms to the side, shoving his shorts down just enough. his cock springs free, heavy and flushed, precum leaking from the tip. and he’s not wasting time. he wraps a hand around himself, lines it up, and rubs the head right against your soaked folds.

“you’re already this wet?” he smirks, dragging it up and down your slit. “fuck. i’m not pulling out.” then he pushes in. deep. slow. his mouth falls open like he’s trying to memorize how it feels. the stretch, the heat, the way your pussy pulls him in greedily. he grips your hips, leans his chest against your back, and starts thrusting — shallow at first, then deeper. rougher. filthy. every slap of skin sounds louder in the stillness behind the dune.

“you feel so fucking good,” he pants. “tight as hell. fuck, I missed this.” his hand snakes around to your front, fingers working fast against your clit. he knows exactly what to do, exactly how to make you fall apart for him. the pressure builds quick, your legs shaking, mouth open, whining his name like a prayer. “come for me,” he groans, voice cracking. “now. right now.”

and when you do, moaning, pulsing around him, going limp in his arms — he thrusts twice more and spills deep inside you, hips jerking, hands clutching your body like he never wants to let go. you’re both still catching your breath when he kisses the back of your neck, smile curling against your skin. “next time,” he mutters, “i’m fucking you in the water.”

[peachigummi]

bite 𓆚 tom riddle. p1.

summary: dearest tom made a promise to celebrate your birthday, but ends up forgetting. you low key give him the cold shoulder and threaten to break things off.

pairing: tom (if you squint, he's rather sensitive! and insecure!) x fem!slytherin! reader

warnings: nothing too crazy that I can think of. moderate angst. mentions of alcohol, intoxication.

note: reader is almost a like female version Tom in terms of being a brat with feelings. baby nagini appearance! no mention of "y/n", actually just once. indirect mention of Dune by Frank Herbert! (Read Part 2 here!)

word count: 6,554

(trust i will never perfectly proofread my work at this point)

please reblog, like & comment ! my god. ive had major writers block. but hey...please talk to me...tell me how you feel!

You hurriedly made your way down to the dungeons after your last class. You were excited to see Tom. You hadn’t seen him throughout the day and that wasn’t too unusual. Actually it was quite normal, but today was your birthday. 

Over the recent years, the celebrations dwindled for you. There was barely anyone who congratulated you, let alone acknowledged it. Everyone was so engrossed in their own hectic lives, including yourself. There was no place to blame. It was something you cared less and less about. 

Although, this year would be different, you had Tom. You had someone! You had been together for a handful of months, though it felt much longer than that. It was difficult to tell when it was official, especially with Tom, he never wanted to make it known if it was exclusive or not. He was always hesitant, distant even. 

There was a point where you couldn’t handle the pull and push games, so you would try to move on from him. You quickly found that after you went on dates, the other person would miraculously turn up injured or afraid to approach you the very next day. It was a very stern talk with Tom after that pattern emerged.

It was your first serious relationship, hell it was probably his too. You cared for him, and you were pretty sure he cared about you even if he wasn’t the best at showing it. You would even go so far as to try and even say you loved him. Tom always stopped you from talking about your feelings aloud especially if it pertained to himself. 

You had been studying with Tom on some mundane day when he suddenly asked when your birthday was. You looked curiously at him, no one had asked about it in a long time, but you didn’t hold out on informing him. “Good. Clear your schedule that day. Let’s do something special, just us two. I want to celebrate the day you graced this forsaken planet. I want to do something for you.” That was almost a confession of love from him. You had nearly lunged at him across the table to smother him in kisses. Instead you just nodded and continued on your paper, with a not so subtle smile. 

Ever since that day you felt excitement for your birthday to come. You had your own personal countdown going in your head. 

...

Tom opened the door, you almost could see the faint smile he had, fade. “Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” He starts to close the door, not so subtly. Alarms go off in your head. 

“What?” You place your hand on the door, counteracting his movement. 

He doesn’t even fight it, letting you open it. “Invading my space I see..” He mutters, and takes a slight step back, you see Mattheo and Draco, with what looks like shot cups in their hands. Mattheo raises his other hand to greet you. “Doesn’t matter, we’re about to leave.”

“Oh?” You say dumbfounded. You look around the room subtly, maybe this was an idea of a joke. He was horrible with jokes. You really had expected him to be alone, so you were surprised. You try to shake off the feeling. “Where are you guys off to?” You ask blandly, waving to his younger brother and nodding to Draco.

“Hogsmeade. To drink.” Tom, looks out into the hall before closing the door and facing you.

“Hmm…really?” You walk towards his desk, picking up a random item and just looking at it from different angles. “And the occasion?” You almost rolled your eyes at the item.

Tom eyed your every movement. The corner of his lip twitched, but he maintained his usual bored expression. “Is having a reason a necessity to drink?” 

Draco snorted, “someone’s in a sour mood.”

“Just curious.” You ignore Draco. You hated the feeling you got in your chest. It was as if a cold gust brushed up against your heart, scrunching it into a raisin. There was a pause. “Can I take Nagini out for a walk then?” You ask changing the subject, “you hardly ever let her bask in the sun.”

Tom’s eyes almost softened at the mention of his precious snake. He looked at Mattheo and Draco briefly before returning to look at you, “I suppose. Just be careful and don’t go out too far.” 

You push past Tom to get to the dresser where Nagini’s enclosure was settled on top of. You smile at the rather little but chunky snake. “Hi Nini, let’s get you some fresh air. Just us two.”

Tom couldn’t help but love watching you talk to Nagini in that way, but it irritated the way you emphasized ‘just us two.’ Almost as if you were deliberately pushing him out. It was his snake. 

“C’mon Tom. She’s just taking the snake for a walk. What? Think she’s going to run off with it?” Draco breaks the silence once more. Tom shot Draco a look that made him pour himself another shot and turn his whole body away. Mattheo nearly smacked him.

“Might just.” Your back was still turned towards them. You got on the tips of your toes so you could open up the top of the tank and let Nagini wrap herself around your hand and up your forearm. “Since he’ll be out drinking on no special occasion.” You nearly roll your eyes again, but you do snort.

Clenching his jaw at your snarky comment, the anger began to brew inside Tom. He was about to bite back until he was interrupted by Mattheo. “Alright, we’re going to miss happy hour.” His younger brother put a hand on his shoulder and practically dragged him out of the door. Tom pushed Mattheo’s hand away from him.

“Don’t get into trouble.” Tom turned around, looking at your back.

“Ditto.” You mutter dismissively, not turning to look at them. Your full attention on Nagini, stroking her soft under chin where she liked it the most. Still, your chest ached. You hear the door shut with a bit more force than usual, making you flinch.

While the guys walked to Hogsmeade, Tom’s mind began to race. He couldn’t explain why he felt so irritated at that moment. He suspected it might be because you came barging in and asking too many questions, already seeming accusatory. 

You on the other hand had stayed in Tom’s room for just long enough to make sure you didn't bump into his group while you thought of a route to take Nagini on. 

You sigh, leaving your bag, then walking out the door. You watched as the little snake peered around in the hall curiously, “when was the last time little Tommy fed you?” You ask. “Let’s get you a nice field mouse shall we?” 

Nagini looked up at you, her long tongue flicking. She coiled herself in a way so she would be more comfortable in your arm. She hisses in a way which you assume would be to say ‘thank god someone is going to feed me soon.’

You open your eyes and lean up on your elbows when you hear a rustling. You watch as Nagini makes her way back to you, the blades of grass slightly parting as she comes along. Her middle was much more full than before after her free hunt. “Looks like you got a good one.” You smile when she lifts her head up. You set your hand down so she could climb back up onto you. You sigh. 

Nagini seemed to study your face. As even a snake could tell that you were upset. She flicked her tongue out, giving a soft and sweet little hiss.

“Would it surprise you to know that it’s my birthday?” You ask, petting the top of her head. You noticed a bit of blood on her mouth, with your sleeve you wiped her clean. “Our Tommy said he would plan something for me today. But I guess it was a lie. Or he forgot.” You knew, he wasn’t one to easily forget.

Raising her head slightly, Nagini gazed with a mixture of knowing and sympathy. Especially when you mentioned Tom.

You shrug, looking off into the distance. You were running your finger from the top of her head to her belly. “I mean, I don’t expect anyone to do anything grand…or anything at all. Especially for me, my birthday. But…” Sitting up straight, you take a deeper breath, an attempt to self regulate. “Tom said he had wanted to do something for me, and just poof he forgot it was my birthday.”

Nagini seemed to pick up on the change in your tone. She looked up at you with concern in her little reptile eyes. She let out another soft hiss. Curling up tightly against your wrist like a bracelet, she seemed like she wanted to provide comfort in a way only a serpent was allowed to. 

The sun finally settled and disappeared, “I mean… imagine if I could be like the sun? Disappear for a while.” You shift on your knees and carefully get up. “We should get going, without the sun you’re going to get terribly cold.” You hold open the pocket of your hoodie, carefully inserting your arm inside with her clinging on. You smiled as her head poked out, keeping a watchful eye on you as you walked back into the castle.

...

It got colder as we descended back into the dungeon. You heard familiar laughs and snickers. “Speak of the devil.” You whisper, sticking yourself in a darkened dip in the wall, waiting for the guys to pass.

Tom, Mattheo, and Draco were making their way back to the Slytherin common room after maybe a few too many drinks. They were all laughing and stumbling, holding onto each other for dear life.

They turned down the same hall where you were hiding, you could hear them getting closer. You dared to take a peek, Tom looked somewhat cheerful, happy even. You felt guilty with how much it irritated you. You couldn’t make out the snippets of their conversation, despite how loud they were being. It was much too slurred. You ducked back in the corner, turning your face away from the light so they wouldn't notice you as they passed. Once their footsteps were past you you turned back. Tom movements were replaced with one that is loose, that he rarely lets show, much too fluid. Clearly he was inebriated, not so precise. You watch as they disappear through the Slytherin common room door.

You felt Nagini nibble on your finger, pinching it. You almost let out a sound, silently cursing. You knew the reason why she had done that. She was growing impatient, uncomfortable. “Alright, alright I’ll go now.” As much as you really didn’t want to, Nagini needed to get back to the warmth. You didn’t want to see Tom, not now.

Stubbornly making your way through the same door, you watch as they clumsily go up the stairs to the dormitories. You tensed, sensing how Tom would feel upon noticing that Nagini wasn’t back in her tank yet. What about me? You thought, if he’d even care to notice that too.

You carefully and lightly tapped on his door, not wanting to take him by surprise again. Looking down at Nagini, she barely had her head out of your pocket. One little ember eye, peering back at you. 

The door opened. 

Tom looked at you with an annoyed look, as if he was trying to process your presence. He studied you, not saying anything, taking in the sight. His eyes landed on Nagini’s little head. Tom turned his head to look at the empty tank on his dresser. Seemingly like he totally forgot you had taken her. So unlike his usual self. He turned back to you, his features hardening. 

You didn’t say anything back to him, you only glanced behind him. Mattheo and Draco were near to the point of wrestling to take over Tom’s bed. You barely touch him when you slide into his room. 

Tom didn’t like that you wordlessly walked past him, watching as you pulled Nagini out of your pocket. How you pull open her habitat, how you softly smiled at her as she slithered back down. He felt a mix of annoyance and something else he couldn’t pinpoint. 

“Thanks for listening.” You say to Nagini. She flicked her tongue out, as if saying ‘you’re welcome.’ You watched as she coiled up comfortably under the lamp, settling for a slumber. You turn around, Tom was still standing near the door. “What?” You feign obliviation, “have a nice night out?” You ask him, noticing how he is trying to disregard just how drunk he was. You could tell by how he kept slightly swaying on the balls of his feet. His eyes were slightly glossy.

He smirked, but internally he felt like you were almost accusing him, as if you were challenging him with that question. He didn’t like it. “Nawh da it’ss any of yourp buzzziness, but yes.” His voice came out more slurred than he expected, he shook his dead and tried to really focus on the oncoming ordeal. “I did have a nice night.” He tried again, successfully locking in.

“Ouch, okay then.” You hold your hands up defensively, saying ‘my bad for asking.’ “I had a nice night too. Thank you very much.” You hold back a snort.

“Oh, did you now?” Tom took a step closer to you, not amused by your attitude. “Do, pray tell, what did you do on this ‘nice night’.” His voice began to drip with sarcasm.

He set himself up for this. “Not that it’s any of your damn business.” You copy his own words, but you still respond to his question, “I watched the sunset with Nagini on my birthday.” You cross your arms tightly. In your peripheral vision you saw that Mattheo pushed Draco in a manner to shut up and pay attention. 

Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the mention of your birthday, realizing dawning on his inebriated mind. “It’s your birthday?” he repeated.

“Yes, Sherlock.” You look up at him annoyed.

“You don’t need to be such a smartass.” He looked down at you, amused with how you weren’t afraid of being a bratty with him. Amused, but alas, he didn’t like it. “I knew it was your birthday. I just forgot to mention it. Big deal.”

“Oof.” You dramatically grab at your chest in outward pain, as if you had been impaled, “clearly.” You were actually hurt, irritated with how he turned against his word that he wanted to plan something special. Fucking liar. 

You had cleared yourself of your schedule, of course beside your classes. Tom would never let you miss a single one. You could have attended one of your many clubs. You could have had dinner for one. You could have just spent the day, so much better off than how it was turning out. Day wasted indeed. You would have been much happier even had you both just ended up studying in the library, not acknowledging that it was your birthday. At least then you would have spent it together. Not fighting. 

Tom rolled his eyes at your gesture, “Oh, don’t be like that.” Words coming out a bit sharper than usual. Mattheo and Draco remained silent, eyes bouncing back and forth.

“I’m not, but whatever.” You shoulder bump him a bit roughly this time, walking towards the door.

Tom stumbled a bit as you went by, he was already unsteady by how much alcohol he’d consumed. Scowling he turned, “where do you think you’re going?!” He snapped. 

“To my room, it’s just another day after all, hm? Just any other regular night.” You rolled your eyes despite him not being able to see it, your back was facing towards him. You didn’t dare look back or else you might actually break this careful facade. That it didn’t bother you as much as it really did.

“Oh, so now you’re going to just storm off like a petulant child?” He taunted, his jaw twitching. He wouldn’t admit it ever, but you definitely had a way of getting under his skin.

“Fuck off.” You whisper, grabbing your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “‘Night Draco, Matty.” You say just to point out that they were still there, and that Tom was making a scene in front of them.

Tom’s eyes narrowed as you completely dismissed him, while addressing the other two in the room. It started to crawl up to him, that he was basically being challenged in front of them. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Happy bir-” You heard Draco begin to say, before a muted thump followed. Mattheo had smacked the back of his head, clearly taking his older brother’s side. You ignore Tom’s comment while fighting the urge to just slam the door behind yourself, so instead you carefully clicked it shut.

Tom wasn’t one to chase after someone, but he did debate whether or not to go after you. Though, with his mind and body not being at peak condition, he struggled to make a decision. 

You quickly went down the stairs and up the other side to the girl’s side of the dormitories. Your eyes began to sting. Merlin, why did I bother with Tom? You thought all the way to your room. We were such a weird couple, but he was even more odd by himself.

...

The next morning you headed off to breakfast as soon as you could just to avoid Tom. You went to your usual classes without so much notice, even taking different routes to each. Not wanting to risk bumping into him. 

All that effort just for nothing since you shared the last class with Tom. It was one of the few classes you shared with him throughout the week. It was potions and Tom was your only partner, everyone else was too afraid of him to share the brewing table. But it was their loss, you two were the best in it. You hoped he would ruin his perfect attendance. 

Class had begun and Professor Slughorn looked curiously at the empty spot next to you, but began anyway. The sliver of hope you had dissipated when you heard the door barely creak, virtually unnoticeable to anyone who isn't expecting it. You felt the hair on your arm prick as you continued to stare at the front of the class. It was Tom. Of course it was him. Who else? It was a stupid hope to have. Mr. Perfect. You look down to rearrange your station as Slughorn kept talking. 

Tom made his way over to you, a shadow in the midst of his peers. Tom’s own irritation flared up once more at your sight, acting as if you hadn’t noticed his arrival. He took the spot next to you, his presence ever so looming. “Why are you avoiding me?” he didn’t hesitate to ask, voice low and slightly hoarse from the previous night's drinking.

You didn’t bother to look, nor answer him. You just pull out a vial from your pocket and push it to his side of the table. “Drink it.” You mutter.

Tom hated that you continued to refuse to address him directly. He looked down at the vial, already knowing what it was. Tom begrudgingly snatched it and downed its contents, trying his best to keep a neutral expression. He nearly slammed the empty vial back down.

Despite how pissed you were, you were glad he didn’t question what he just was ordered to drink. You snatched the empty vial back. 

“Mr. Riddle, if you were trying to get answers from a person who is avoiding direct questions, what potion would you make them consume?” Professor Slughorn brought Tom’s attention forward, walking towards our station.

Now that the effects of the hangover subsided, thanks to you, Tom was able to return to his usual razor sharp focus. “Veritaserum, sir. The truth serum.” He replied without missing a beat. 

“Correct. How can one counteract its effects Ms. [Y/L/N]?” Slughorn looked expectantly towards you. 

“Taking an antidote or being a gifted Occlumens.” You curtley answer. 

“Precisely!” He smiled wide, “how many know about Occlumency or Legilimency?” He turned to face the class as a whole. A few of the students raised their hands. Tom, of course, knew about both and was beginning to be well practiced in each, but he chose to not raise his hand. 

Slughorn briefly explained both, before continuing the lesson. “The truth serum can be dangerous if used for the wrong purpose. Not only that! But it takes a month to brew, and it’s critical that the conditions must be right.” He laughed. 

Tom glanced over at you, yet you weren’t giving him the time of day. He wished he didn’t vow to keep himself out of your mind. How ironic that Slughorn would bring up Legilimency. You were the only one who knew he could do it.  He would use it to get to know you better, up until you realized how he was getting the information. 

Tom so badly wanted to use this power at this moment to know how you were feeling. What was keeping you away from him, apart from his fuck up. He hated this. How you were being cold to him. He wanted to see your smile. He wanted to be the reason behind it. 

“For today, I would like each table to develop a potion to your liking that could be an alternative to the antidote to Veritaserum.” Slughorn pulled the chair at his desk so he could sit. “Once you present it to me, you are dismissed from today’s class.”

The class stirred with excitement. It was a rare opportunity to be able to work on their own potions, to experiment, and it was a bonus to be able to leave early.

Tom leaned slightly towards you, his voice low as he spoke. “Ideas?” He already had a couple, but he wanted to hear your voice. To follow your lead.

You closed your eyes briefly upon feeling his warm breath hit the side of your face. You almost hummed. “I don’t suppose you’d be able to sneak a wand in a scenario where you’d be forced into taking Veritaserum.” You began without looking at him so you didn’t notice how Tom’s shoulders slightly relaxed when you answered him. “Maybe something that will cause the same effects as Silencio. Something that could semipermanently shut the user’s mouth, or something to cause them to go mute.” You kept your voice low, it was a habit you two had. You both liked to keep your voices down so others wouldn't be able to follow your lead, to copy you. It almost felt like a regular day. Almost.

Tom raised an eyebrow, impressed by your slightly dark natured suggestion. He nodded, his mind already formulating ideas and ingredients based on your suggestion. “Temporary muteness could be useful. What about something to make their tongue swell? Might be quicker.”

“Quicker? More like risking the user in causing themselves to choke the whole time and eventually asphyxiate by blocking their own airway. So no.” You bent down to get your textbook, you hated using your textbook, usually you’d share Tom’s. He had amazing notes in the margins. Added pages dedicated to things he’d created and discovered by himself. It was incredibly helpful. 

When he saw you open your own textbook, a small, almost unnoticeable smirk played on his lips at this decision of yours. He took his out and pushed yours out of the way. You roll your eyes, but open it up to the page you were looking for, “here this one.” You point at the page, shoving the book back towards him so he wouldn’t have to get in your space again. “Though, I think we can alter it. If you’re going to be in a situation where someone might dose you with Veritaserum…they can’t know that you will try to temper beforehand.” You explain, getting out the appropriate ingredients. 

“Right. Something fast-acting. Imperceptible.” He nodded following where you were going. “Almost like a-”

“Tablet.” You both say in unison, causing you to look up at him before telling your body not to. Your eyes met, Tom’s softened immediately. You looked away, but you did feel the tips of your ears start to heat up. 

“Yes, a tablet form instead of a clunky vial. It only takes a single drop of Veritaserum to work, and that’s a complex potion. So in theory, for something to just make you mute, you need even less of a dose.” You shrug, but it kind of made sense. “Even something small as a sprinkle on a cupcake could work.” You felt like Tom was about to interrupt you, but you didn’t allow it. Remembering a book you read once in which a character had a fake tooth that could release a poisonous gas to assassinate his enemy, if he were ever captured. “Something that the user can bite into at a given time, something that won’t dissolve until that moment.” You finish. 

Tom was lightly drumming his fingers on the tabletop, “we’ll need some sort of binding agent.” You felt him look back at you.

“Yeah, don’t think about it too deeply. It’s kind of like making candy.” You finally say, it shouldn't be too complicated to do. Not at all. “We follow the regular steps, but then yes, add the binding agent at the end. Then figure out the correct dosage and then shape it.”

“We’ll need to test it.” 

“I wouldn’t mind if you took it.” You snort.

“Very funny. You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you.” He grumbled, starting to handle the ingredients. But he actually was always the tester between the two of you. He didn’t dare make you take anything that could possibly make you sick or make you suffer through undesired effects if a potion was made incorrectly. 

You begin to crush and roll some of the ingredients before adding it to the cauldron he had started. You become aware of how some of your peers were looking at you two. You look up, the majority seemed to still be at a loss to find something to brew for the assignment.

“Ignore them.” He muttered, his voice low. You nod, but it wasn’t a new thing. With how fast you and Tom worked, either in ideas or just brewing, people were jealous. 

You conjured what looked like a piping bag, similar to what is used for pastries. “Do you remember what this is?” You dared to look up at Tom as he stirred the cauldron. It was a gamble to remind him of the muggle world.

Only his eyes moved to look over at you, “Of course I know what it is, id-” He almost called you an idiot but stopped himself, remembering how you aren’t on the best terms currently.

Your eyes narrow at him, “Well once the potion is finished, and after you add the binding, pour it in the bag and i’ll do the rest. I have a much steadier hand.”

He was going to challenge you, but it was nearly a fact. He was nearly always buzzing with anger that it minutely affected his movements. You had more of a delicate touch than him. The cauldron began to simmer, the liquid taking on almost a metallic appearance. He whispered something into the cauldron to let it rapidly cool down. He held the cauldron out towards the bag you held, “are you sure?” 

“Pour it, Riddle.” With that, he did. The potion slid down slowly like honey, already coming together.

Professor Slughorn went to your station in curiosity, he didn’t ask anything, just watched. Once Tom pulled the cauldron away, you leaned in to tie the bag off and squeeze its contents towards the narrow end, cutting the tip off with a knife. With a steady hand, you start to make small steady rows on the surface of the work top. You heard Slughorn finally ask what you were doing, Tom briefly explained while you concentrated. 

Tom looked away from Slughorn, watching you with satisfaction.

Since they were so small, the rows dried quickly. Tom handed you a small jar, just as you finished scraping them off the work top. They really did look like silver sprinkles. You gathered and poured them into the jar, returning the lid. Tom took it from your hands, slapped a label and handed it over to the professor. Not before holding a single small tablet, Tom was already anticipating Slughorn’s question if the little wonder worked or not.

You watch as Tom placed the tiny tablet between his front teeth, showing Slughorn and the class, who was now watching, before biting into it and swallowing. He opened his mouth to show it was gone. He made a motion that he cleared his throat, then his lips parted, as if he was explaining something, but not a single sound came out. 

“Fascinating!” Slughorn said excitedly, looking down at his own personal jar Tom had given him, he held it up. “Class! Class!” He turned and explained to the class what you both had done once more. Returning to look at the pair of you, “I have to say, this is certainly ingenious.”

“Thank you professor.” You reply for the both of you. Tom still wouldn’t have said it if he wasn’t under the muted effects.

“You two are free to go off, just clean up yourselves.” He waved off, still saying how amazing it is to himself. You couldn’t help but smile and look at Tom, almost forgetting how mad you were at him.

Tom, on the other hand, began to feel a mix of frustration at his inability to speak. He looked at you with a slight glare, but it lessened when he saw your smile. Tom cleaned the station up with a flick of his wand. Then thought about the way you worked together so effortlessly. He bent down grabbing your bag and handing it to you. Your skin brushed against each other, his cold touch lingered on your skin like a searing burn. A stark contrast. You both went out the door, unsuccessfully avoiding the looks of the remaining classmates who longed to be dismissed early.

The hall was empty, with all the other classes still in session. Tom wanted to say something in the silence, but was forced to simply look at you with mixed emotions. He was leaning against  the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he eyed you. 

You look up at him, “I kind of like this, you all quiet and moody. Instead of being snappy and moody.” You shake your head, “we just had to give away all the tablets we made huh? Shoot.” You snicker, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

He rolled his eyes, letting out a huff of air, mouthing ‘shut up.’ 

“I don’t recall what the recipe said about how long the effects last? A couple of minutes? An hour? Hours? Days? Weeks?” You walk past him.

Tom pushed himself off the wall and followed you. Hating how he couldn't respond to your irritating commentary. You looked at him. ‘Hours.’ You read his lips again.

“Shame.” You respond by climbing up the steps. Your mind went back to last night, and you slowly began to get agitated. You sighed. Despite how badly you wanted to shut down, and shut him out. It was unhealthy to the relationship.

He easily kept his pace next to you, his eyes occasionally glancing at you. He saw the shift in how your body got rigid. Tom knew he needed to apologize, to try and fix the mess he made. He was caught up in his own thinking, his eyes widened when he felt you pull at his robe, guiding him to sit with you at a fountain. 

“I’ll be fully taking advantage of this opportunity that you can’t talk. Okay? Okay.” You took a deep breath. You had to be the bigger person and try to explain your feelings. Why were we so terrible at it? Tom’s jaw clenched, sitting there silently, waiting for you to begin. Trying to steel himself for an expected onslaught. 

“You were a massive jerk last night, Tom.” You say upfront, crossing your own arms. “A complete asshole, especially in front of Mattheo and Draco. This should have stayed private.”

He felt the irritation grow at your straightforwardness, but he appreciated it. He knew you were right, there was not a single thing he did that wasn’t out of line. He shifted uncomfortably, nodding. It was a conversation he couldn’t escape. A conversation that you both needed to have. Tom let out a frustrated breath.

“It was my birthday…” You say it much gentler in contrast. You unfold your arms, reaching one hand down to graze the flowing water of the fountain. “I hate telling people about my birthday, because I don’t think it's something that should be celebrated.” You felt your chest ache again. 

Tom’s own heart sank, no it is something to be celebrated. He wanted to say. 

“You said you wanted to do something, just us two.” You continued playing with the water. “I was looking forward to it for once.” You felt Tom shift, you saw him carefully gripping the edge of the fountain tightly. He wanted to desperately reach out to you, but he resisted.

“So when I…when I went up to your dorm and saw Mattheo and Draco there…or how you were surprised to see me or saying that it didn’t matter…that despite there being no occasion, you were going to get shit faced..” You rambled, unsure if you were making any sense at your recollection of the events. You stole a glance at him before turning back to look at the water. “It hurt my feelings.”

The guilt was starting to take a hold of Tom, his breathing became ragged, he desperately wanted to say something. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. But what could he say to you? No one ever celebrated his birthday. Though he didn't care about it.

“But it felt even worse…hearing you say that you did know it was my birthday, but that you just forgot to mention it.” You snort, “like it was just some other day. Some regular day.” You hate that your voice almost betrayed you by cracking. “I mean…it kind of is.. Nothing really to celebrate..but still.. I told you about it Tom. You gave me your empty words.”

That hit him like a ton of bricks. He really had brushed aside your special day. He wanted to say it was a mistake, that it didn’t really mean anything with his intoxicated state. But he couldn't even convince himself, so how would he convince you? Tom stared at his own hands, his knuckles white from gripping the edge. 

“So..yeah..you jerk..” You take a few deep breaths, closing your eyes. An attempt to get yourself together. You look up at him, you pull your hand out of the water and flick him with the droplets. “Also feed Nagini some more, I took her to hunt for field mice but she ended up taking a bird I think. Her belly was huge.”

He gave you a confused look when you also brought up his dear snake, wiping the water off his face. 

“So now that I got that off my chest, I wish you could say something back.” You confess. “It’s kind of awkward just having you be brooding there.”

Tom’s mouth opened once more, thinking sheer willpower will counteract the effects of the pill he took. He wanted to apologize, to explain himself, to make you understand his stupid, stubborn, and selfish mindset. He hated this feeling…the feeling of having no control. He hurt you.

“Maybe we…we should maybe take a..” I lingered on the thought.

Tom knew what you were going to say, and he didn’t like it. The idea of taking a break, of giving you space, made his heart twist with dread. He didn’t know if it was truly a break or something definite. Tom couldn’t risk being without you, not now, not ever. But he knew that you needed space to process your feelings. He had no other choice but to stare at you.

You finally looked at him, he just sat there, his expression giving nothing away. Making it hard to tell what he was thinking. He was always so goddamn blank. Cold. He was a shell of a person sometimes but - “God Tom, I know you can’t talk but…but show me something..anything..” Your voice finally broke. “Hug me, touch me.. At least try and reach out to me..” You pleaded.

His eyes rounded at the sound of your voice, the raw vulnerability in it. He scooted closer to you, his body tense. He didn’t want to hurt you further. Tom hesitantly reached out his hand, his fingers trembling with built up emotion. He tentatively touched your shoulder, patting it awkwardly. As if he was a stranger asking her to move over. 

Your eyes fluttered at his touch, you looked at the point of impact. You’ve been together for how long now? And this was all you got when you tried to bring up the idea of taking a break. A hesitant touch. As if you were going to shatter, break even further. It irritated you, knowing Tom wouldn’t have done it if you hadn't asked him to. The idea hurt. He definitely would have just stayed gripping the stone if you didn’t call him out on his behavior. “Tom…” You whimpered.

Tom’s heart sank even further at the sound that came out of your mouth. The raw pain cutting through his exterior. Why had he needed to be prompted to show kindness, especially to you? His fingers finally gripped your arm, his touch becoming more possessive, as if pleading with you to not distance yourself from him.

The sounds of footsteps, creaking doors, laughter, and sighs began to erupt. The sounds of classes being dismissed for the day. Tom immediately reacted by pulling his hand away because God forbid him being caught in public showing any minute sign of affection. His hand was back at his side in a millisecond. His usual emotionless expression firmly in place as he avoided looking at you. He couldn’t face you.

The reaction made your heart cease to exist. You shook your head, getting up quietly yet swiftly, rushing in the direction of the dungeons. Leaving Tom at the fountain. You disappear with the rush of students who were thrilled to start their weekend plans. Everyone was too excited to notice the tears rolling down your cheeks at a rapid pace.

Tom had cracked his neck to watch you for as long as he could, his own heart heavy. His feet were like lead, completely rooting him in place. All he could do was sit there, feeling the weight of his stupidity. 

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Sweetheart Syndrome— Rafe Cameron.

part two here.

Sweetheart Syndrome (n.)

A psychological phenomenon in which affection is used as a weapon - often characterized by one person's obsessive devotion masked as tenderness, leading the other to mistake control for love. Typically occurs in relationships where the lines between protection and possession become dangerously blurred.

pairing: bestfriend!rafe x reader

summary: Rafe and reader have always been inseparable - best friends since childhood, their bond seeming unbreakable. But when Rafe's affection for her morphs into something darker, he will stop at nothing to make her his. She is blissfully unaware of the darkness growing within him, finds herself caught between love and fear, unsure of where Rafe ends and she begins. As his manipulation tightens, she struggles to hold on to the person she once was.

Author's note: This is kind of based on the first fic ive written about Rafe Cameron. But like... in the way that it has similar themes. Also inspired by YOU. Anyway, enjoy xoxo💋

Warnings: possessive!rafe, borderline obsessive, crazy!rafe, violence, thoughts of murder, unprotected sex.

1. Unspoken Boundaries

"Some of the most dangerous people are the ones who pretend to be normal."

Song: "House of Balloons/Glass Table girls" - The Weeknd.

It started like every other summer before it. Salt on skin. Sand in shoes. Laughter echoing across the dunes.

The Pogues were causing a ruckus down at the Boneyard. The Kooks were throwing another party by the docks, where empty beer cans clinked against the dock wood and cigarettes lit up under the stars. Rafe Cameron stood on the edge of the crowd, drink in hand, head slightly tilted as he watched her.

Seventeen. Green-eyed. Tan-skinned from too many afternoons lying on the hood of his car, too many days falling asleep on his shoulder during movies they'd already seen a thousand times.

"Yo, Rafe," Kelce's voice broke into his thoughts. "You seriously gonna stand there all night and stare at her like a serial killer?"

Topper barked a laugh. "Dude, you're embarrassing yourself."

Rafe didn't even flinch. His eyes didn't leave her.

"She's drunk."

Kelce shrugged. "So is everyone. She's just dancing."

"She doesn't dance."

"She does now," Topper said, nodding towards her, who was laughing and spinning in the sand with a red Solo cup in hand, her hair wild around her shoulders.

A guy — some random local - twirled her by the wrist. She let him.

Rafe's jaw clenched.

Kelce nudged Topper. "Ten bucks says he loses his mind in the next five minutes."

Rafe didn't hear them. His drink was forgotten. So was the music.

She stumbled a little and reached out instinctively- her hand landing on Rafe's arm like a magnet that always found its match.

"Rafey!" she squealed, her eyes lighting up like he'd been gone for months, not watching her the entire time. "Why are you all the way over here?"

"Why are you drunk?" he countered flatly.

She rolled her eyes and threw both arms around his neck. "Because it's summer, Rafe. And you're no fun."

He didn't hug her back at first. Then he did - slowly, possessively, his hand sliding low on her back. She didn't notice. She never noticed.

"Don't call me that," he muttered, even as she leaned her face against his shoulder.

"But it's cute." She looked up at him, her pretty, green eyes shimmering. "You look mad. Are you mad?"

He didn't answer.

Behind them, the guy she'd been dancing with approached again, hesitating.

"Hey, you good?" the guy asked, not even looking at Rafe. Big mistake.

Rafe stepped forward. "She's fine."

The guy looked confused. "I was just—"

"She doesn't need anything from you," Rafe snapped.

Leah blinked between them. "Rafe, stop. You're being weird."

"I'm not." His tone was dead calm, but his fingers twitched.

The guy raised both hands and backed away. She sighed, pushing her hair back. "You scare people sometimes, you know that?"

"Good," he muttered. "Keeps the wrong ones away."

She didn't hear the way he said it. Not really.

Instead, she smiled - that blinding, dizzy smile - and hooked her pinky around his. "Come on. I'm bored."

He let her drag him toward the fire, her hand warm in his.

And he thought, You'll never know what you do to me.

Not yet.

But you will.

[controld3vil]

invisible strings

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic)

synopsis: requested/inspired by this ask!

⤷ alt: coincidences are strange. however, what's more strange was not knowing you were in previous works with your costars.

notes: this one is pretty short. reader is gender neutral. set in the same verse as popcorn bucket (♡´౪`♡)

Ding!

"Ah I don't think you guys are going to get this one," you puffed, eyes trailing down to the question on the Vanity Fair card. The cast and you were playing the Vanity Fair Game Show for a fun video. You all eventually filmed with one another at some time during production. Though your schedules were all over the place/locations, everyone got along with each other. That is to say, some like yourself had been in the first film and kept in contact for the sequel. "What was my first show audition?"

Mumbles in unison scurried. Some hums and thought-provoking nods were seen as you hurriedly scribbled down your answer in black ink.

"Oo Shake It Up!" Zendaya points out, eyes wide with her quick response.

Austin Butler who sat beside Florence Pugh raised his head, almost surprised. "Wait, really?" While the blonde actress knowingly glances back to you for confirmation. The rest of the cast was all too eager to know because clearly they had no idea.

"Yes, correct!" You raised your arms, doing jazz hands. In a burst of energy, the mixed actress scores a bright grin, raising her fist in the air in victory. Only for you to pump her fist back, smiling back.

"How were we supposed to know that?" Timothee Chalamet says, snickering accusatively at the camera as if they had an answer. His gaze moves towards you, "You never told us that!"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking half guilty. "You're lost, pal!"

"At least I got the point!" Zendaya puffs up her chest, swiping the invisible dust off her shoulders while Florence giggles. However Timothee looked almost offended even.

"Wait you were in Shake It Up?" Austin shakes his head in pure astonishment. You gave him a slow nod, as his expression grew wider, eyes staring at you in awe. "That's crazy! I didn't know that!"

"Was it a show?" Josh Brolin's comment seemingly pops in and all four of the younger cast including yourself snickered shortly. His cluelessness only substituted for better curiosity to you. As really, you never really told them about your previous works.

"It was a Disney show," Flipping the Vanity Fair card over, only to reveal your messy handwriting, you stated fondly. Timothee then hastily pointed at the small drawing you drew next to your answer. It breaks your concentration for a second as he only stares at it in confusion while Zendaya covers her mouth from giggling. "Like a sitcom really. And I played one of the background dancers." Even you couldn't stop yourself from giggling further, taking a look at your draw.

Truly it was one of those topics that are never mentioned around you. The only reason Zendaya had known was that you had told her once about it when discussing your dance careers. The both of you were young actors and did not expect to know each other back then and even now. Though it was a cute recollection to look back upon.

"Is that a stick figure waving his arms?" Florence cocks her head sideways, having a concentrated face.

"He's supposed to be dancing!" You plead, pointing at the way you drew his arms in the air.

"That is not dancing!" Timothee's smile only grew wider from laughing too much, having to lean forward to look at the little drawing closer. "He just looks- like he's discombobulated!"

"PFFTT!"

"I mean it's a cute drawing!"

"You know what- you don't appreciate my art," You gently placed the card on the floor, giving your costar the stink eye. "I thought this was a fun game, you guys! People are being bullied for no reason!"

"No- I'm not saying your drawings are bad!" The French actor stumbles, in beats of laughter, clenching his cards to his chest. You only swat his presence away before grabbing another question.

In another instance, Austin takes his turn. For a few rounds, he asked about his hobbies, such as what instruments he knew to play. It was quick flashed answers, one by one you managed to pass through flying colors.

"Guitar and piano," Austin bobs his head, as the rest of cast suddenly became enamored at his musical skills.

"Hey!"

"Alright!"

"But also violin," He says sheerly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh okay!" Florence drags out an amused hum, in a teasing manner.

"Is that true?" Timothee quirks his brow, having one leg over another, looking all composed.

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's go Disney Channel kids!" You chanted, with the mixed actress a seat away from you joined with as well. You both raised your hands in victory while Austin looked away and blushed.

"We got all the talent!"

At the CCXP Panel in Brazil, fans from all over came to attend to fantastic event. Hosted by Collider Interview, it was a massive event with an enormous stadium, fit for a band performance. There were arrays of lights, standing from the alleyways and above the ceiling. You felt extremely fortunate to have attended and made it to Brazil, for being such a joyful experience.

This time you alongside your young cast members and director, Denise Villeneuve, posed happily with all of you. The panel followed with many turns and twists, with questions coming from the crowd and host alike. One moment fans caught on was your reaction to something that Florence at said.

The Collider host mentioned Florence's history of working with Timothee on Little Women which made both of them cackle, reminiscing those dotting moments.

"Oh you know what," the British actress starts, holding her hand up. The audience was silenced, wondering what she going to mention next. She slowly turns in your direction and points. "I just remembered this, but you were in Midsommar yes?"

"Yes..." You mumbled, ending your answer on a high note, unsure really what she meant. Until it came flashing back to you, much prevalent to your shocked expression. "Oh yes yes!" And seemingly the rest of the cast and fans were roaring in surprise and in cheer.

Though you weren't present in most of the film's production, Florence had fond memories of Midsommar. You were one of the minor characters doomed to death in the first half. Both of your characters had a brief meeting together and that was all. However, it surprised you how Florence was able to recall it all. You had only filmed for a few days and vaguely met her casually.

"This is so weird but I don't know- I just kept forgetting to bring it up," She scrambles to find the right words, throwing gestures back and forth. "But for some reason, I just remembered you being there and then I was like- huh! We were in Midsommar together!"

"Right!" You lowered your tone, the weight on your heels slowly shifting to one side. As you licked your lips at the revelation. "I can't believe we just realized this now!" And you could discern the pure chaos the rest of your costars were feeling. Timothee was wheezing, desperately holding his mic for support. While Zendaya crossed her arms in a mixture of sarcasm and odd mischievousness. As if saying, Really? You guys never realized?! Austin on the other hand, solely was observing from the sidelines, with an amused smile. And all for Denny to be panned to the right with a funny disapproving look on his face.

"This is what I have to deal with," Your director somberly states and the crowd cries out in cackles.

"I don't think we were in anything together before."

No interview or video was being shot. Surprisingly it was lunchtime and a grace period for cast and production alike to go back to their trailers to rest. You did not want to go back to your own trailer so instead followed your costar to his. Knowing he had a better air conditioner and wanted to catch up on anything new you guys enjoyed talking about.

But more importantly, his air conditioner.

"Yeah, I don't think we did," Arms securely behind your head as you leaned back on the couch. You still were in full costume, in Fremen wear however it did not stop you from lounging around in every corner of the set sites. "Does Dune count?"

A light-hearted scoff escapes from Timothee, who is on his phone on the other side of the couch, in costume as well. The air conditioner was blasting heavily on all sides of the trailer yet you two did not mind the loud background noise. "No, it doesn't!"

"That's crazy right?" Lifting yourself up to look at him. His eyes don't leave his phone screen yet you know he is focused on your words. "I'm genuinely surprised we haven't played siblings,"

"We look nothing alike!" He shouts, finally lifting his gaze to your playful one. Suddenly you see his phone flash turned on as it faces you. "So, what do you think of Dune Part Two so far?"

You get up swiftly, stretching out of your tired limbs in the process. "Like a walk on the sand!"

"Aye!" He fist-bumps you as he turns the camera on him, face not covered in any gear. The audience can notice his messy locks and smudged face.

"Directors, sign us up to play something!" You waved before adjusting to put on your mask. The camera swerves to find you clipping on the clasps. A couple clicks can be heard as you move the gear up and down from your face. "Literally anything! I could play his serial killer and I would be happy."

"What-" Timothee almost choked on air, prominent to how shaky the camera view became. Though he quickly recovered, "Why do you always want to kill me in these scenarios?"

"Because it's much more fun!" You whine, shoulders deflating, as you can feel him zooming in on your expression.

[souryogurt64]

I feel like a big part of tumblr’s issue with riot grrrl is that they heard a rumor a band did something problematic once (probably in like 1995 fifteen years before they were born… fucking hello- also incorrect information, they were always anti racist and not transphobic) so they go “WOW this whole movement is awful and I’m so progressive and sexy and interesting for not listening to them!” While secretly they’re like “oh thank god, now I don’t have to listen to women bands and diversify my music at all” and they’re in the top .005% of Fall Out Boy Spotify listeners because you’ll get people who will defend men with their dying breath over talented women who couldn’t tackle the entire problems inherent in a subculture that got away from them/too big in the 90’s. Which is also the reason why I’m submitting this anonymously lmao

Yeah, people are able to extend the "a different time" understanding and apply nuance to their own interest in movements like punk, classic rock, emo, hardcore, etc but the same people actively work to bully riot grrrl fans out of their online spaces. I think people hear the word "girl" and immediately have an emotional reaction to it regardless of context, and also are not able to comprehend that riot grrrl was not a hivemind just like how the dead kennedys and the sex pistols both identified as punk but had different beliefs which is something people can comprehend because theyre men lol

I mean I think people are just misogynistic and uncomfortable with feminism and women in general lol which is why you will have Fall Out Boy fans accuse you of a being a bigot and get aggressive if you gently point out that the hardcore scene FOB came from had a lot of issues with abortion, homophobia, and the idealization of fascism.

But it's always the same people who scribble Lynz out of photos, tell people to delete photos of Cobra Starship that have in them Victoria, create elaborate rules as to why Bebe and Hayley aren't allowed in fanfiction, start arguments and accuse you of a bigot if you point out that this is weird as a cultural phenomenon especially if the people doing most of this are usually guys who post about misandry being a real problem in the world lol. And these people also get really aggressive if you ever point out Gerard is also friends with Jimmy Urine, not just Lynz, and Pete has done a lot of very bad things lol. And half of bandom stans Brand New and like has brand new tattoos or whatever which is fine I guess, but not when you're acting like this lol

I also had a GIANT MASSIVE HUGE brain blast last night which was that I think Tumblr Bandom ™ has become increasing more virulently misogynistic and guy dominated than it was 12 years ago because 12 years ago MCR and FOB were making like pop music and teenage pop fangirls were a large portion of the fandom, but now the primary sources of content are SMFS, Thursday, and LS Dunes, and while not certainly being super out there, I think it draws a different crowd than Danger Days and Save Rock and Roll lol.

Like people always argue with you in bad faith when you post about a band guy being sexist and one time I made a vent post about how i like get catcalled if i dress femininely/revealing on the train vs wearing a sweater and jeans (very real thing that happens even though you can get catcalled either way) and someone started arguing with me on anon like "why would that happen, thats not real, youre crazy" and it was like. for all its cringe and flaws this NEVER would have happened in 2013 "i love cats pizza feminism and fall out boy" tumblr lol

Also, I'm not even like a big riot grrrl fan I just interviewed a lot of very small local bands when I was younger (like over 100 i think) and half the time without fail they would have meltdowns about riot grrrl fully unprompted like "im a girl but my bassist is a boy this isnt fair im not problematic either" and it was like okay, are you offended by this for legitimate reasons or did you hear girls were mean to boys and that's bad on Twitter and believed it without realizing that guys were often in "riot grrrl" bands because riot grrrl was a genre and not a gender

[folkwhoredoll]

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 - 𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒇!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

kinktober 2024 masterlist

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The air is thick with the scent of saltwater and pine, the wind ruffling through the trees as the waves crash against the shore nearby. It’s late — well past midnight — and the only light comes from the moon and the dim glow of a lantern you left by the blanket. You and Rafe had slipped away from the beach party hours ago, finding a secluded spot at the edge of the forest, just beyond the sand dunes, hidden from view but close enough that the distant sound of music still drifts through the air.

It’s peaceful, or at least it was.

Rafe stands in front of you, his eyes locked on yours, dark with that familiar, dangerous glint. The kind of look that sends a shiver down your spine because you know what it means, he’s got something reckless in mind, something that’s going to leave you breathless and gasping for more.

His fingers brush against your wrist, the touch light, teasing, but there’s nothing gentle in the way he tugs you closer, his grip firm, possessive. “I can’t fucking wait any longer,” he mutters, his voice low, rough with need. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you against him, his lips hovering over yours. “I need you. Right now.”

You glance around, your pulse quickening at the thought of being out here, in the open. The soft sounds of laughter and distant voices from the party are faint, but close enough that someone could stumble upon you at any moment. “Rafe, we’re not exactly hidden,” you whisper, your voice shaky with both excitement and nerves.

He grins, that dangerous smirk you know all too well, the one that says he doesn’t care. “Good.”

Before you can protest, his lips crash into yours, silencing any argument you might’ve had. The kiss is hard, desperate, all teeth and tongue, and you melt into it, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Rafe’s body presses into yours, backing you up against the rough bark of a tree, the sharpness of it biting into your skin, but the sensation only heightens the thrill.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands already working their way under your shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist. “You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? Wearing that little outfit like you didn’t know I’d lose my mind.”

You can barely breathe, the heat of his touch mixing with the adrenaline coursing through you. “I didn’t think—”

Rafe cuts you off with a growl, his lips moving to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin just beneath your ear. “Yeah, you did,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust. His hands slide lower, gripping your hips as he presses his body against yours, the hard length of him obvious through his jeans. “And now I’m going to make you pay for it.”

The heat between you is overwhelming, and your heart races as he drops to his knees in front of you, his hands gripping the waistband of your shorts. You glance around again, the thrill of being out here, so exposed, sending a fresh wave of excitement through you.

“Rafe,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as he tugs your shorts down your legs. “What if someone sees?”

He looks up at you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Then they’ll get a fucking show.”

Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, and before you can say another word, his mouth is on you. The first swipe of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you gasp, your back arching against the tree as he works you over with slow, deliberate strokes.

It’s too much. The sensation of his mouth on you, the rough bark against your skin, the open air and the constant, lingering threat of being caught — it’s all overwhelming, intoxicating, and you can barely think straight as Rafe’s tongue flicks over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You glance toward the beach, your heart pounding in your chest as you imagine someone walking past, seeing you like this, your hands gripping the bark of the tree, your legs trembling as Rafe devours you like he can’t get enough. It’s reckless, dangerous, and it drives you wild.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you breathe, your hands tangling in his hair as he sucks hard on your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs, holding you in place. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with desire. “Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he growls, his voice low, dangerous. “You love the idea of someone seeing you like this.”

You do, but you can’t bring yourself to admit it. The risk of it, the thrill — it makes your pulse race, your body react in ways you can’t control. And Rafe knows it. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you fall apart, and you’re powerless to stop him.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his voice rough as he stands, his hands gripping your waist as he lifts you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hard length presses against your core, and the friction sends another wave of pleasure through you. “Tell me you want me to fuck you right here.”

You hesitate, glancing toward the beach again, the distant sounds of the party still drifting through the air. But the heat in Rafe’s eyes, the feel of him pressed against you, the way your body aches for more. It’s too much.

“I want it,” you whisper, your voice shaky, breathless. “I want you, Rafe.”

That’s all he needs.

With one swift motion, he frees himself from his jeans, his cock hard and ready, and in an instant, he’s inside you, filling you completely. You gasp, your head falling back against the tree as the overwhelming sensation of him stretching you has your entire body trembling.

“Fuck,” Rafe growls, his hands gripping your hips as he starts to move, his pace hard and fast, no patience, no hesitation. He’s like a man possessed, every thrust driving you harder against the tree, the sound of your bodies colliding mixing with the distant crash of the waves.

The angle has him hitting deeper, harder, and the pleasure is almost unbearable. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and the constant, thrilling fear of being seen only heightens it. Your fingers claw at his back, pulling him closer, desperate for more, as he takes you with reckless abandon.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice rough, his breath hot against your neck. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

You can barely think, your body reacting to every thrust, every word, the pressure building inside you to a fever pitch. The cool night air against your heated skin, the rough bark against your back, the sensation of Rafe fucking you like he owns you;

And then you hear it.

A voice. Someone calling out, laughing, getting closer.

Your heart skips a beat, your breath catching in your throat as you realize someone’s coming. But instead of stopping, instead of pulling away, Rafe only thrusts harder, faster, his hand clamping over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Don’t make a sound,” he mutters, his voice low, dangerous. “I want you to come for me, but don’t make a fucking sound.”

You can’t help it. The thrill of being caught, the overwhelming pleasure; it all crashes together as your orgasm rips through you, your entire body shaking as Rafe fucks you through it, his hand still over your mouth, his pace relentless.

By the time it’s over, the voices have passed, and you’re left trembling in his arms, breathless, spent. Rafe pulls out, his breath ragged as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

“Good girl,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as he helps you adjust your clothes. “Told you no one would see.”

[phightingheadcanons]

Let’s talk about the factions and their SFOTH ties! More specifically, which deity I think watches over each domain.

For starters, I know there isn’t enough factions for everyone. The deities are cool with this, and travel freely between them all. Just because one deity is protecting a region doesn’t mean that others can’t visit.

What are they ‘protecting’ you may ask? Well, the definition changes between deity to deity. But the general consensus is that they’ll only step in if something REALLY bad happens, like a faction invading another.

Crossroads - Not sure if this counts as a faction, but it’s also canon that this is Firebrand’s domain. He didn’t do anything drastic to the place unlike his sister, but I like to imagine that Windforce peer pressured him into flipping that pyramid statue thing on its head. To “mark the region as his” or whatever. Eh. He could have done much worse. Ironically, Firebrand doesn’t visit this faction the most out of his siblings. Don’t get me wrong! He happily interacts with anyone he comes across. No myths or legends here. Just a chill fire grandpa. It’s just that Venomshank spends way more time there, but more so as an observer.

Playground - It’s already canon that Windforce watches over Playground lol. While she might not care about mortals too much, she probably likes kicking back and watching Playground’s usual chaos unfold. Heck- she’d probably contribute to the random street phights as well, picking a side to cheer for and disorienting the others with wind gusts. She lifted an entire faction into the sky just because she could iirc. It’s not too far fetched lol. None of the other deities like spending time in Playground, besides Darkheart for whatever reason.

Blackrock - Blackrock is like. 80% snow and ice. Of course Icedagger’s going to be watching over it! Is he particularly fond of the region, or its inhabitants? Nope. But he still protects the place out of obligation. They say that when he actually makes an appearance down there, the wind weakens, and the snow falls more gently. But if he’s in a bad mood, then the already-terrible weather will take a turn for the worst. Illumina is neutral towards Blackrock, and can be sometimes spotted amongst the snow.

Lost Temple - Illumina is the protector of Lost Temple. He is also very much aware of the church, but doesn’t pay it much mind (he thinks. No. He KNOWS that he’s above whatever those mortals might be worshipping.) Some Inphernals claim to have spotted an odd purple figure walking along the dunes, but most chalk it up to mirages. Others say that this purple stranger will stare at them from a distance, before vanishing. Ghostwalker is mildly interested in the goings-on of Lost Temple, with his sightings being even more scarce than Illumina’s.

Thieve’s Den - Call me crazy…but I’m saying that this would be Venomshank’s region. Besides the occasional zombie or Sisyphus, Venom usually only appears in-person during festivities or events. And even then, his visits became even more scarce after Sword came along. While it’s not his domain, I think that it’d be Ghostwalker’s favourite region regardless. In comparison to all the other regions, Thieve’s Den is the least chaotic (to him, at least.)

— 🍃 anon

ooohhh yeah

i like to think that having to look over a faction would be at least something to do but they end up neglecting it anyways which is why they have very distinct cultures than the themes of the gods looking after them

[mysteriousmayden]

Anyone else MAJORLY procrastinating on a vary important project just to make a ponysona because you’ve been watching MLP infection AUs non stop for almost an entire week and it’s slowly dragging you back into the mlp fandom?…………Yeah me too, crazy ain’t it? So this isn’t at all connected to the Undertale Multiverse I’m making I just wanted to create a ponysona for my persona, Mysterious, Mysti for short, cuz she’s a traveling shapeshifter and one of the worlds she regularly visits is the mlp world (gen 4).

Backstory

Scarab’s (Changling name) backstory is relatively simple, she’s a changling born and raised in a separate hive thats outside of Equestria hidden in the dunes of the desert, she was loyal to the hive and followed orders almost without fail until one day she wondered if this is all there is to life, just stealing others love and enslaving other creatures for it? Not to mention creatures were becoming wise, moving farther away from the hive meaning food was becoming scarce and if they don’t find another way soon all the workers and drones will have to leave the hive and the queen. Scarab secretly snuck out of the hive looking for a better source of love or an alternative, something that will last longer and won’t have to travel so far to get it. It took about 3 days just to get to the closest town and there’s hardly a shred of love in this place, unless you count the love of money which isn’t vary appetizing, but something’s better then nothing and I’ll keep her going for a bit longer, but turns out she wouldn’t have to wait much longer because strolling in were these 6 colorful mares, like Saddle Arabians but smaller, and a tiny dragon and they were bursting with love, more then she had ever seen, so she followed them hoping they’ll lead her to there home, it took a while and a lot of will power to not take there love right then and there but it was worth it because Canterlot was full of love enough to save the hive. There was a problem however, how was Scarab supposed to export all of this love? She figured the best way was to get the ponies to the hive rather the hive to the ponies but how? Perhaps by poisoning there water with her venom she could control them by mass and make them go to the hive, no that’ll require more venom she could ever produce in her whole life and it’ll wear off before they even get close enough to the hive. Maybe convincing them to go there by their own will? That could work but how would one do so? Eventually she found out about Trixi’s show and after seeing everyone being so enamored by it she decided to observe and learned all of Trixi’s tricks even a few from other magicians so she could put on her own show advertising and promising that “you too can be as great and powerful as the Great and Powerful Mysterious Mare if you go and spend one night at the Magical Mountain” (the hive)

Cutie Mark

I know changlings don’t have cutie marks but ponies do so here’s there thought process behind mine! I originally wanted to be something are related, cuz I’m an artist, but that’s over done and boring so I went with something more encompassing of me. The mark is a mixture of the deck of cards joker, jester, and just over all cards. I started with the joker/jester motif cuz I’m often described as a “jack of all trades” also adding the idea of the fraze “two faced”, jester cuz I like making people laugh and entertaining the audience as well as the historical side of jesters where they have to keep things calm and light hearted in the court room and often try to being the people’s struggles to the king only to be laughed at, if I’m being honest I tend to escalate situations more than bring them down but I often have to the the truth sayer or the middle man in many situations growing up, and the deck of cards motif? I just like card games, ever since I was a kid I was a monster at card games, no one could beat me at the elements card game in club penguin, I went up against adults in monopoly and was winning almost every single time. I love card games!

Extra Stuff

Scarab has all the abilities of a regular changeling however her variant are more terrestrial and prefer to hunt there pray at night, out of the scorching sun, and will hind under the sand waiting for the pray to come close enough to sting, they’re venom is non toxic just hallucinogenic, and whoever gets stung will become acceptable to influence allowing the changlings to easily lead them back to the hive. Scarab dose know about the Crystal Empire it’s just too far away and she’ll need help if she’s going to employment her plan there she also knows about Ponyville and she choses to stay away from there because that’s where the main 6 are and if they find out about her or her plan, well she saw what happened to the Storm King. And a bit more into the pony design, it’s inspired by the last unicorn and Rain from the movie Spirit.

[greetingfromthedead]

21. The Caravaners

Series: Apple Blossoms Pairing: Knives x GN!Reader Word count: 3.2k This chapter has been beta-read by kn1vesm

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The longer you stare at the faintly lit structure in the distance, the clearer it becomes. Your heart swells again with hope, your stomach taken over with anxiety. The storm of emotions paralyzes you for a moment, so great is the relief of finally seeing a caravan. Nothing says they are carrying medical supplies, but they are a sign that goods are starting to move again. For a moment, you even forget about the distress signal that still flashes in your general direction; all you can think about is the possibility of your worries being over.

Finally, you lower yourself onto your saddle again and push your tomas forward. Your bird carefully makes its way down the dune, and you can faintly hear Knives following behind. Before you reach the caravan, a flashlight floods you with blinding light, and shouts reach your ears. It is a rush of voices and commotion; words of concern slip over your lips, and soon enough you are in the midst of four people, all talking at once.

Once your mind catches up, you start to piece together the situation. The car pulling the caravan broke down during the day and won't start again; the battery is full, and nobody can figure out the reason behind this issue. That's what one of the younger men tells you once you ask what happened. The eldest man doesn't seem too happy with everyone flocking so eagerly around you; he keeps grumbling comments that make it clear he is weary of bandits and other lowlives. The only woman among them is relieved to see you and assures that nobody is injured and that their food and drink supply has not failed them yet. She puts your heart at ease, and afterwards she apologizes for her husband's mistrustful nature. The fourth person is another young man who details everything he has already tried in order to fix the car. You aren't sure how long the conversation takes; you aren't even sure if any greetings were spoken. The caravan people are glad to have caught the eye of someone who doesn't seem to have any ill intent, and you are still like on a cloud, happy to see a caravan and eager to find out what they carry. Not a single phrase or name sticks with you, but by the end of it, you are all on the same page.

"I'm glad nobody is sick or injured!" You smile at them. "But then again, I'm afraid my knowledge only applies to doctoring people and not machines."

"It was a long shot anyway; flagging down a mechanic would have been great, but since you are on toma, you could at least make it to the next settlement with less trouble and perhaps send someone our way," one of the young men speaks kindly, seemingly starting to calm down again and settle into a slower and steadier tone of voice.

"Not sure there are any decent mechanics around, but we can certainly try to get you help. The next settlement isn't too far away. Is that where you came from?" You nod, starting to feel better now that a plan is beginning to form.

"Yes, we left in the morning and broke down somewhere in the late afternoon," the other young man fills you in. "By bird, it shouldn't take longer than a day. We can hold on, no problem, if you would be so kind as to head there in the morning. As long as no worms eat us or bandits come to be a bother, we have the resources to be stranded for at least a few days."

"You came from Grantsmon, right?" You double-check that your knowledge doesn't fail you.

"Yes, spent the night there after driving for two days straight from Octovern," the same man continues, "Boy, oh, boy, is that quite a place nowadays."

"Hey now, perhaps we should get settled? I'm sure our new friends have also had a long day. It is silly for us to just stand around here," the woman speaks up just as you were preparing to ask about the city.

You are led to the other side of the caravan, where the wind is less harsh. They have set up a tent there; it is large enough to act as a shop for their wares but currently houses four spots for sleeping. You follow the caravan people inside after tying up the toma. You keep glancing towards Knives, but he avoids looking at you, or perhaps the hood hides him from your sight by accident. This should be okay. Even if they recognize him, they are stranded and can't haul him off. But what if they take your toma? The bounty is enough to be worth abandoning their wares. Anxiety starts to creep back into your gut.

"We have enough space for everyone. You can set up your own sleeping spots. What we lack in privacy, we make up with protection from the pesky sand," the woman speaks as she pulls the already set-up bedrolls closer together. "Are you hungry? We saw your light; you must have been making dinner. We have enough to offer you some of our supplies too."

You thank her for her hospitality, but you still feel uneasy. The men glance towards Knives, who brings in your bedrolls, his face still hidden by the hood. You realize he might look even more suspicious like this. Uncertainty pulls you apart. If only you could trust people, if only you could keep everybody safe.

"So what wares do you peddle?" you finally ask, trying to draw their attention onto yourself as you help Knives set up the two sleeping spots next to each other.

"Mostly clothes and some other essentials. Food, water, some tech," one of the young men replies with a shrug.

"Do you happen to carry medical supplies?" you ask, hoping to hear a positive answer.

"Sorry, we unfortunately don't. I gather you are a doctor?" The same man crushes your hopes.

"Yeah, I have been looking for traders who could bolster my equipment. I was already low and left most of what I had with some people who needed them more." You wonder how Jenny is doing and how the people you treated are. They probably expect you back soon, yet you are still empty-handed.

"You don't happen to be talking about Silvercrest?" The woman asks and makes you raise your gaze, fingers still gripping the thin sleeping bag you were laying out.

"Yes. Do you happen to have any news?" You perk up further.

"Not really, I just know an emergency package and a doctor amongst the newcomers were sent out in a hurry," the woman replies apologetically.

"Yeah, we heard about it from the other caravan who was getting their own supplies at that time," a young man mentions.

"There are more of you?"

"Oh yes, we caravaners were stuck near Octovern for a while so they could get their productions up. Some we knew from a while ago; for others, it was the first time. A group of us set off at the same time, heading for Grantsmon. We split up only now. They headed for the northern trade routes; we took the western one." You can barely tell who is talking; your mind is already running rampant with the shards of information given.

"So someone is carrying medical supplies among the other caravans?" You ask for clarity on what you already suspect.

"Yes, quite a lot of it too. They're heading for the remaining towns that still might have doctors. They all headed towards New Pernvil, to my knowledge," one of the young men replies, and you finally sit down on your mat, taking a moment to let the good news sink in.

You have hope again that you don't have to head to October. You have confirmation that caravans are moving again, and they carry what you need. You smile, relieved that your journey may not be as difficult as you once feared. You don't mean to glance over towards Knives. And you for sure don't mean to smile at him. But there you are anyway, meeting his gaze and feeling a warm flutter in your chest. His eyes are wide, his black hair messy from the hood that has slipped from his head. He doesn't turn away from you; instead, something akin to a slight glimmer appears in his eyes, as if he is relieved too.

A map draws itself up in your mind; you try to picture a route that would help everyone, but you quickly run into a problem. These people here need the help of a mechanic as soon as possible. The closest town is Grantsmon, but if the other caravans have already moved north, you will lose at least a day of travel time trying to catch up with them. Probably even more. If you could head straight towards New Pernvil, you might meet up with them in just four days, considering that the caravans most likely aren't moving too much faster compared to your toma despite being cars.

"You okay?" the woman asks as she reaches out a bowl of soup to you.

"Yes, I'm fine," you smile, not wanting to reveal that you had the small, fleeting thought of leaving them stranded for longer than needed by heading north in the morning. You can't do that to these people.

"Man, I am glad we found someone in the desert! What luck! I was not looking forward to the possibility of walking all the way back again!" One of the younger men settles into his bed, resting his head on his hands.

"Well, our new friends haven't agreed to anything yet. We can discuss it tomorrow morning and come up with a plan together. Let's rest for now," the woman smiles at the other men who don't seem to be very interested in Knives anymore, who hasn't spoken a single word all this time. They must be used to all kinds of people.

"Right! I am beat!" the other young man announces, stretching his arms above his head.

After this, everything settles—the young men soon are fast asleep, the woman puts away the little burner she used as a light source, and while her husband still seems a bit unhappy, you don't get the feeling that he is hostile, not towards you nor Knives. Perhaps they don't recognize him. Maybe they don't care. Whatever the case, the anxiety within you calms just enough for you to feel tired too. For a while, you fight it. You try to remain alert, especially when Knives gets into his bed beside you, his wide back towards you. Maybe this is what the caravan people were waiting for. Maybe this is the golden opportunity for them to strike. But the long day claims you before you can worry about it for too long, and soon you are fast asleep.

When you finally wake, you feel dry as a bone. Your mouth, nose, and eyes all feel parched. Your body is heavy and tired. You can tell you have slept for a long time; the suns did not wake you this morning since you were hidden away by the tent's canopy.

"Here," you hear a woman's voice, and as you force your eyes open, you see the outstretched canteen.

The warm water still feels refreshing, allowing you to gather your wits and properly wake up.

"Good morning," the woman speaks softly while smiling, "You must have been tired."

"How embarrassing," you mutter while clutching the canteen, "I'm sorry for being so rude."

"It's okay; you have nothing to worry about."

"But we were supposed to head out early to go get you help," you remember, feeling guilty for causing a delay.

"I've got a feeling you don't need to go get anyone, dear."

You wonder about the woman's words for a moment before starting to hear male voices from outside. A quick look around confirms your fear—Knives is gone. Your stomach drops. For a brief moment, your brain turns all the voices into a violent struggle. Before you can jump up from your spot, you realize there is no malice at all in those voices, and suddenly they get interrupted by the sound of a car engine. You slowly get up to go and investigate just as the sound dies down again.

Pushing aside the cloth door reveals the brilliant weather outside. The sunlight blinds you for a moment, but quickly you start to make out shapes again and realize all the men have congregated around the car. Including Knives. He stands in front of the open hood and wipes away the loose hair from his brow that gets in his eyes as he focuses his efforts back onto whatever is before him. Knives wears a different shirt, one that is stained with grease and dirt from working on the car. It barely fits him; the fabric is pulled tight around his chest, and the sleeves are rolled up, revealing his muscular arms that still carry a few scars from his injuries. The others are chatting around him; one of the younger men sits in the driver's seat, halfway hanging out the window to try and see what is happening. The other youngster stands beside Knives, and both of them seem to bombard the raven-haired man with questions he has no intention of answering. Your companion simply stares straight ahead with a stoic expression as he works on the car. You are reminded how he helped the family with their water purification system. He is handier than he lets on, and it is surprising that he reaches out a helping hand at all, considering his usual cold demeanor. You see the slightest hint of strain on his face as he pulls on something and then lets out a sigh of relief.

"Try it now," Knives's smooth voice speaks out as he steps back.

The man in the car quickly settles into the seat to turn the key, and after a few labored whines of the engine, it starts. The men around Knives celebrate and pat him on the back, but his eyes turn to you. His expression is strange, somehow so distant. He doesn't show any joy or excitement, a drastic difference from the scene around him. His gaze seems peculiar; it almost makes you feel as if he wants to tell you something, but on the other hand, he appears as cold as usual.

As you step closer, he averts his eyes, talking to the man beside him and pointing at something under the hood. His voice is low, and his sentences are brief. Reaching the congregation, you get ignored by everyone there. The men are still celebrating, talking over each other, claiming to have known the cause from the beginning, and Knives simply takes a rag and cleans his hands while walking away without giving you a second look.

Despite being used to Knives's coldness, seeing him just turn away without a word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You don't understand him or his motivations, not for the things he does nor when he acts the way he does. You know there is a more candid version of him; you have seen it yourself. You have seen his gentle eyes. You have cupped his blushing cheek. You know that there is a vulnerability within him waiting to be revealed if only he would trust you enough to stop pretending. You want it, perhaps more than you should. You want him to like you.

"This is fantastic!" the cheerful man beside you exclaims, patting you on the back, "We don't even have to wait for a mechanic!"

"Yeah, I wonder why he didn't say anything yesterday. Strange fellow, but I am glad he could help us out of this pickle," the older man speaks calmly, his low voice reverberating in your bones.

"I certainly thought him strange! I just found him under the hood in the morning! I thought he might take off with our battery or something, but apparently he just couldn't sleep!" The man inside the car pipes up. "He studied it all for quite some time before even asking for any tools; lucky for us, I had them all on hand!"

The chatter continues, but you are unable to respond. You have nothing to say, and your mind is overtaken by the way Knives walked away. You spot the shirt he must have worn before the borrowed one, and you pick it up, heading back towards the tent since you left in such a hurry that your pillow and sleeping bag remained thrown about. You turn the fabric in your hand as you walk back. You don't notice the curtain doors moving; you don't raise your eyes from the faded color, so you can't stop yourself in time and walk into Knives, who just exited the tent. You bounce off his chest, your head quickly snapping back, and the inertia is enough to make you lose balance, toppling you backward. Just before you lose your legs, Knives's hand grabs your forearm, his long fingers securely wrapping around to pull you back into balance, perhaps a little too quickly, a little too recklessly, since you end up stumbling forward instead, grabbing hold of his shirt as you crash back into him.

Even as it becomes clear that you are not going to fall over, Knives's hand doesn't release you, instead holding on, holding you close. Slowly you raise your chin, looking up into his surprised face. You caught him before he could school his features into indifference, his eyes wide, a pinkish shadow flushed over his cheeks. You feel his chest shift under your hand as he draws in a breath, a little later than he should have. As if he held it until now.

"You'll get dirty," is all Knives mumbles, his face settling into a more neutral expression as he lets go of your arm.

You are still left speechless, too flustered to say anything, too taken in by the expression he donned. He shifts away from your touch and sidesteps you, his gaze lingering on you until he can no longer see you from the corner of his eye. You still feel his handprint on your arm; it tingles slightly, and you cover it with your own to soothe the goosebumps. You turn your gaze on Knives's back, who once again walks away from you, the hand that grabbed hold of you brushing its palm against his pants as if you were the one dirtying him.

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[rudyking]

The little mermaid:

JJ steals Rafe's girl and lets her seduce him to be his little mermaid.

<Mentions of passionate sex>

The sultry summer evening air clung to JJ's skin like a damp, heavy blanket as he lounged on the beach, his ruggedly handsome face scrunched up in a scowl. The salty sea breeze tousled his shaggy blonde hair, carrying with it the distant sound of raucous laughter and upbeat music.

JJ's intense blue eyes narrowed, tracking the merrymaking to the bonfire about a hundred yards down the shore, on Rafe Cameron's turf. Rafe - that arrogant rich boy pretty boy, always throwing flashy parties and lording his status as king of the OBX social scene over everyone else.

But what really got JJ's blood boiling was the sight of Yn. His Yn, sweet Yn, hanging off Rafe's arm in an itsy bitsy string bikini that left little to the imagination.

The way Rafe's large hands openly groped and squeezed Yn's lush curves right there where anyone could see...it made JJ want to punch his stupid pretty face in.

"Down boy," JJ muttered to himself through gritted teeth, taking a swig of his beer. He told himself Yn could do what she wanted, that he didn't care.

Except his traitorous eyes kept drifting back to ogle her flawless sun-kissed skin, the way her ample breasts threatened to spill out of that miniscule triangle top with each breath, her toned tummy and full hips...her juicy, heart-shaped ass straining against the flimsy thong that disappeared between her cheeks.

JJ shifted uncomfortably, feeling himself harden at the sight. Damn her and her sinful body. Why did she have to look like that? It wasn't fair that she could reduce him to a horny, jealous mess so easily.

Lost in his brooding, JJ didn't notice Yn slip away from Rafe's side. He only became aware of her presence when a shadow fell across his sprawled out form. JJ squinted up at her with a scowl.

"Aren't you supposed to be over there being Rafe's arm candy?" he sneered.

Yn smiled sweetly, extending a hot pink nail tipped hand. "Come dance with me, JJ. I'm bored with that crowd. I want you."

JJ's eyebrows shot up. "I beg your pardon? You want me now? Since when?"

"Oh JJ," she sighed, her full breasts heaving. "Always so hotheaded. Aren't you curious why I really came over here and invited you to dance?"

JJ shrugged nonchalantly, but a flicker of interest sparked in his eyes. "I guess I am. Since you're here and all."

Yn's plump, glossy lower lip pushed out in a pout. "Well...I was hoping we could slip away somewhere more private and..." She trailed off, looking up at him from beneath thick lashes.

JJ's lecherous gaze raked over her scantily clad form, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. "And what, Yn? Say it."

"I was hoping you would let me seduce you, JJ," she breathed, her voice dripping with honeyed lust.

JJ made a strangled sound, his brain shorting out at the image her words conjured. "You're playing with fire, girl," he rasped.

"Maybe I want to get burned," Yn purred, her pink glossed lips curving. In a flash, she swept her strappy sandals off and began walking towards the dunes with a saucy sway to her hips.

JJ's eyes zeroed in on her ass, watching it jiggle hypnotically as she put more distance between them. "Yn, where the hell are you going?"

She glanced coyly over her tanned shoulder. "I'm going to get dressed up for you. So you can take me, right here where Rafe can see. I want him to know I belong to you now."

JJ's head spun. This was crazy. She was crazy. They shouldn't do this. Except...the mental image of her heaving tits bouncing as he pounded into her sweet cunt, her moans of ecstasy carrying over the waves...Rafe witnessing it all, knowing he'd been replaced, that JJ had stolen Yn away...it was almost too tempting to resist.

Biting off a groan, JJ surged to his feet, stalking after her lithe form with single-minded purpose. To hell with the consequences. He was going to fuck her so hard, she'd never even look at Rafe again.

He caught up to her by the tallest dune, where she'd collected an armful of fabric. "What the hell is that?" JJ asked, nodding towards the shimmering material.

"A mermaid tail," Yn said, stepping into the sequined green scales. "It'll show off my ass and tits to perfection while you rail me senseless."

JJ nearly swallowed his tongue as she wiggled the tight thong up her long legs, the flirty fins framing her juicy bubble butt. The green scales settled snugly over her heart-shaped cheeks, putting her plump ass on mouthwatering display. She grabbed a couple seashells and tied them over her huge, heavy tits, the creamy swells bursting over the edges.

"Fuck, Yn," JJ croaked, his cock throbbing with need. "You look good enough to eat."

Yn grinned, turning to present him with her thong-clad ass. "I thought you never wanted to share with Rafe again," she teased.

With a growl, JJ got behind her and ground his denim-covered erection against her barely-concealed slit. "Goddamn right I don't," he snarled, shoving the thong aside to feel her wet heat. "You're mine now, you hear me? No one else touches this sweet cunt but me."

"Oh JJ," Yn mewled, pushing back against his hardness. "I'm all yours. Ruin me for anyone else."

JJ didn't need to be told twice. Gripping her hips punishingly, he notched his broad tip at her sopping entrance...and plunged into her velvety clutch with one brutal thrust.

Yn keened, her spine curving into a bow. "Yes JJ, fuck me! Harder!"

He set a relentless pace, pistoning in and out of her tight snatch with animalistic grunts. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the night air.

Yn's heavy tits bounced wildly, the flimsy seashell bra falling away completely. She braced her hands against the dune, her pert ass jutting out invitingly as JJ hammered into her.

"That's it, slut," he panted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Take my cock. Milk it with this sweet little hole. No one else can make you scream like I can."

"Ahhh fuck JJ!" Yn wailed, her slick walls rippling around him. "I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!"

JJ snarled, rutting into her harder, chasing his own release. His balls drew up tight as her pussy clamped down on him like a vice.

With a hoarse shout, he exploded inside her, his seed spurting deep. Yn shrieked, her body spasming through her climax.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, satiated heap, JJ still buried balls-deep inside Yn's fluttering cunt.

"I'm not letting you go," JJ declared breathlessly, his face buried in her hair. "You're mine now, Yn. I don't give a damn who sees. Let Rafe eat his goddamn heart out."

Yn grinned over her shoulder, reaching back to palm his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, love."

As their heart rates slowed, JJ became aware of a dampness spreading between them. He pulled out with a wet squelch, his softening cock coated in their mingled essence.

Yn turned to face him, a mischievous smile playing about her lips. "Oops. I guess I'm not on the pill, huh?"

JJ blinked, his brain struggling to process her words. Then it hit him - she wasn't protected. And he'd just pumped her full of jizz.

"Shit, Yn...are you okay? I didn't mean to...I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking..." JJ babbled, his face pale.

But Yn just laughed, pressing close to trail a hand down his chest. "You should see your face right now! Relax, JJ. I'm just messing with you. Of course I'm on the pill."

"Oh thank fuck," JJ wheezed, elbowing her lightly in the ribs. "You about gave me a heart attack."

"I thought it was pretty funny," Yn giggled, booping his nose. "But seriously...I didn't use anything else for a reason, JJ. I want to have your baby someday."

JJ's blue eyes widened, his heart stuttering at the casual way she threw out the bombshell. His baby. Growing inside Yn's womb. The idea sent a yearning ache through his chest.

"I'd...I'd like that," he said gruffly, unable to tear his gaze away from her face. "Having a family with you."

Yn cupped his jaw, drawing him in for a slow, tender kiss. "We'll get there, my love. One day. But for now...let's go back to my place and christen the sheets properly, hmm?"

JJ perked up at that, his battered ego pleased by the suggestion. "Yeah? You sure about that?"

Yn's violet eyes sparkled with promise. "I'm more sure than I've ever been about anything in my life, JJ Maybank."

He hauled her flush against him, relishing the feel of her lush body slotting against his harder planes. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get out of here."

Hand in hand, hearts brimming with hope and desire, JJ and Yn slipped away from the bonfire and the prying eyes of their peers, ready to embark on a future filled with passion and possibility. Leaving Rafe and their complicated past to blow away like sand on the wind.

[lilfishiefigureskates]

2025 World Championships Review

I’m getting this up a little later than I wanted but I had to recover from Worlds and then I had to catch up with all the stuff I didn’t do because I was too busy watching Worlds lol.

Men:

Ilia Malinin (USA): Total Score 318.56 - 1st in the short, 1st in the free. He’s still going after the 7 quad free program which is so annoying because if he cut it down to 4 or 5 quads the program would be so much more balanced. I love his short program because he’s only allowed to do 3 three jumps so the program components are so much better.

Mikhail Shaidorov (Kazakhstan): Total Score 287.47 - 3rd in the short, 2nd in the free. If you told me at the beginning of the season that this man would be 2nd place at Worlds I would say that you were crazy. His jumps are so good, but his free skate performance was one of the highlights of the men’s free for me. I look forward to seeing some improvement in his PCS next season.

Yuma Kagiyama (Japan): Total Score 278.19 - 2nd in the short, 10th in the free. His short was phenomenal and since he was only 3 points behind Ilia I really thought he had a chance at winning the whole thing. The free skate was so sad, and he was so worried about Japan not getting three spots for the Olympics :((

Adam Siao Him Fa (France): Total Score 275.9th in the short, 3rd in the free. The comeback king does it again. I really enjoyed the Dune program here, expect I think him dying and coming back to life is cheating. This season was a bit rough so I hope he can stay healthy next season.

Kevin Aymoz (France): Toal Score 272.52 - 4th in the short, 7th in the free. I just never know what is going to happen when Kevin performs but I’m glad he was able to stay up in both programs.

Shun Sato (Japan): Total Score 270.56 - 5th in the short, 6th in the free. I was so nervous about Shun going into this but I am so, so happy that he did well!!! I was surprised to see him go down on the 4T since that’s usually pretty solid for him but I’m glad he made the 4Lz and 4F! Would love to see some more level 4 Stsq next season.

Junhwan Cha (South Korea): Total Score 265.74 - 10th in the short, 4th in the free. Went down on the 3A in the short and popped the 2T in the free. His 4S in the free was stunning. His free program grew on me so much this season and now I’m so sad that I’m not gonna see it again.

Jason Brown (USA): Total Score 265.4 - 12th in the short, 4th in the free. I am so sorry that I ever doubted him and I will never make the same mistake again. He went out there and nailed all his 3As. His performance was transcendent.

Nika Egadze (Georgia): Total Score 263.03 - 6th in the short, 8th in the free. Very solid on all his jumps in both of his programs but his PCS is not there. The crowd did not love him.

Nikolaj Memola (Italy): Total Score 255.13 - 7th in the short, 11th in the free. I am so happy that Nikolaj is the top scoring Italian man, instead of Daniel lol. 4Lz in the short was great. Had a really rough Grand Prix season but I’m glad he was able to turn it around for Europeans and Worlds!

Women:

Alysa Liu (USA): Total Score 222.97 - 1st in the short, 1st in the free. Listen, the judges obviously ignored some URs but that is their program, because I am so happy for Alysa! It is truly a fairytale story. All season I’ve really loved her short but didn’t really like the free, but OMG here free skate here was AMAZING. You could tell she was having the time of her life and I’ve rewatched it so many times.

Kaori Sakamoto (Japan) : Total Score 217.98 - 5th in the short, 2nd in the free. I really wanted Kaori to get the 4-peat but I think going into the Olympic season without the pressure of being the 4x World Champion will benefit her. I cannot believe she got the 3T after the popped 2F, and her free program was spectacular. I was loosing my mind lol.

Mone Chiba (Japan): Total Score 215.24 - 2nd in the short, 3rd in the free. She really deserved to be on the podium, because she has had such a consistent season (we will ignore Four Continents, because she was so ill). Her jumps were great in both programs but she just looked a little stiff/nervous.

Isabeau Levito (USA): Total Score 209.84 - 3rd in the short, 5th in the free. There was some serious home cooking going on here and I do not think she should be placed this high up but I’m not a judge so what am I going to do about it. Everything about her skating is so pretty except for those damn jumps.

Amber Glenn (USA): Total Score 205.65 - 9th in the short, 4th in the free. When she went down on the 3A I was a bit nervous but then she followed it up with the fastest 3F3T I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Amber has improved so much this season, both mentally and physically so I really looking forward to what she does next season (hopefully she gets some better programs because both of her programs this season were so forgettable to me).

Wakaba Higuchi (Japan): Total Score 204.58 - 4th in the short, 6th in the free. She should have ended up in 4th place and I’m so upset that she got snubbed. I love her so much and I’m just so glad she was able to put down to great performances here. I hope she gets her revenge next season.

Nina Pinzarrone (Belgium): Total Score 199.43 - 8th in the short, 7th in the free. At the start of the season I liked the free a lot better than the short but now that we’re at the end of the season I’ve flipped flopped. I thought her short was great and the free was pretty boring. I think a 7th place finish is great for her.

Niina Petrokina (Estonia): Total Score 196.67 - 12th in the short, 8th in the free. I love that the two Ni(i)na’s are back to back because I feel that their skill levels are very similar. 2nd half of the season was def a lot better for her than the 1st and I still can’t believe that she’s the European champion.

Haein Lee (South Korea): Total Score 194.36 - 7th in the short, 10th in the free. Haein being the top scoring Korean woman was not on my bingo card lol. After Four Continents I was not expecting a lot from her. After everything that went down with her last summer I’m really not her biggest fan so I’m just going to stop it here.

Chaeyeon Kim (South Korea): Total Score 194.16 - 11th in the short, 9th in the free. My main girl got in a car accident a week before Worlds which is so cruel. Once I heard that she got into a car accident her performance made so much more sense because I was so confused about what happened because she was just so rock solid this entire season. She will get her revenge by making it onto the Olympic podium next year.

Paris:

Riku Miura / Ryuichi Kihara (Japan): Total Score 219.79 - 1st in the short, 2nd in the free. The free has lowkey been a little messy all season but I am so happy that they won even tho it was by the skin of their teeth. I loved both of their programs this season so I’m excited to see what they will do next season. I love them both .

Minerva Fabienne Hase / Nikita Volodin (Germany): Total Score 219.08 - 3rd in the short, 1st in the free. I really enjoyed their free program this season. They had a little trouble with their lift at the end but I’m glad they made it out alive.

Sara Conti / Niccolo Macii (Italy): Total Score 210.47 - 2nd in the short, 3rd in the free. I hate their 3 jump combo in the free and I don’t think 3 jump combos should be allowed because they always look so messy. Papa Can You Hear Me always gets stuck in my head which gets annoying.

Ice Dance:

Madison Chock / Evan Bates (USA): Total Score 222.06 - 1st in the rhythm, 1st in the free. I think most people saw this coming. There was some talk about Piper and Paul winning since they won Four Continents but I figured the home cooking would pull them through.

Piper Gilles / Paul Poirier (Canada): Total Score 216.54 - 2nd in the rhythm, 2nd in the free. I love their rhythm dance so much, idk how I will go on with it lol. I’m glad that there were no more falls in the 2nd half of the season.

Lilah Fear / Lewis Gibson (Great Britain) Total Score 207.11 - 3rd in the rhythm, 6th in the free. I am glad the Italians did not make it onto the podium because they didn’t deserve it with the material they had this year. I expected the crowed to really go crazy during the Beyoncé program but it took them a little longer than I expected to get into it. I was really happy to see these two on the podium.

[aust-een]

Omg I'm having a mental breakdown. My brain cannot seem to register Austin being this thick.... I know he put on a lot of muscle during shanara and Dune 2 but this time it's different. He looks so manly.... I love it but I love slim and trim Austin Butler too

I have been struggling to function the last 2 days I have seen so much of his manly, solid biceps, it’s insane, I also love trim Austin too but when he’s built I lose my damn mind, it’s so hot, like him just leaning against a bar is nuclear fire because his arms flex like crazy, I actually want to eat him ahhhhh.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Sister, Sister: After the End

When Eliza invites the entire family to Midvale over Easter weekend, none of them offer a single squeak of protest. It's been a long few weeks of working on their own endeavors, with only infrequent, hectic teamups between them.

It's nice, Lena decides after dinner the first night. The warmth, the easy familiarity that sinks in as though it never left. But even so, she's grateful for a spare moment to snag a blanket and go out to the dunes, where waves crash steadily against the quiet of darkness.

She spreads the blanket out and lays back, folding her hands over her ribcage. Her magic fills her these days, and she can feel the power of the ocean tugging at her, as though inviting her to join its current. She can also feel the shifting energy of the sand beneath the blanket, and the sway of the reeds that obscure her from the view of the house.

She's not too difficult to find though, as footsteps whisper through the sand towards her. Lena closes her eyes, biting the smidge of irritation that creeps up on her unexpectedly.

"I'm fine," she issues pre-emptively. Kara settles down on the blanket next to her.

"Didn't think you weren't."

Lena's eyes snap open as her head whips towards Nia's voice. Not Kara.

She huffs a laugh. "Sorry," she offers readily. "Thought you were someone else."

"Mhmm," Nia returns. "Considering she's the only one able to get hold of you these days."

Lena grimaces. "I know, I'm sorry--"

"Me too," Nia assures her of no hard feelings. "I could have done more to make it happen. It's just been..."

"Busy."

"Yeah. It's a little crazy to think about, you know? I'm doing more as Dreamer for the foundation than I am as a crime fighter or whatever. And you're back to being on top--"

Lena scoffs a laugh that turns into a giggle as she turns her head to look at Nia. It takes a moment to click.

"Oh--! Lena! You know that's not what I meant!"

The light smack to Lena's ribcage only earns a throatier laugh. Nia joins in with a giggle of her own, and they laugh for a long moment before calming.

"I know what you mean," Lena concedes after a heavy sigh, returning to the moment. "The foundation is everything I hoped it would be, but--"

"It's different." Nia turns her head, and Lena echoes the movement to meet her gaze.

She nods. "Yeah. As much as I don't miss the entire world being in peril..."

"You miss how it was." Nia's voice is quiet. "Even if it's better now."

"Yeah."

They stare up at the stars for a long quiet moment. The sky is clear tonight, and the Milky Way spreads out before them in a wide, untouchable ribbon. A wave of nostalgia overwhelms Lena, and not just for the good old days. Sudden tears burn at her eyes.

"I miss my mom," she whispers.

Nia doesn't turn, but pats across Lena's hip until Lena reaches down to clasp the questing hand.

"Me too," Nia returns softly. Her next words curl with a gentle smile. "They'd be so proud of us though."

Lena chokes out a bit of a chuckle, which mostly sounds like she's being strangled. "Yeah." She squeezes Nia's hand. "She would have really liked you."

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding?!" Nia's voice lifts. "My mom would have gushed over you! Especially now with the whole earthy, witchy vibe you have going on these days. She'd love that."

Lena grins. "Could you imagine if they'd had the chance to meet?"

"Oh god." Nia covers her eyes with her free hand. "Inseparable. No embarassing childhood memory would be safe..."

Lena laughs, truly, as though she actually had memories with her mother to be embarassed by. In this fictional world they've created, she would.

"Hey." Lena catches Nia's gaze, and offers a wide smile. "I'm proud of you too."

Nia's lips pinch tight, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. All she can manage is a trembling nod, and a firm squeeze on Lena's fingers to reciprocate the sentiment.

Neither of them keeps track of how long they stay out there on the shallow dunes. They simply lay there, hands clasped, as the galaxy slowly swirls above them.

[kynimdraws]

Is it gay to camp with ur bf and ur ex?

To see the story drabbles the prev part is here (all entries tagged under "#Hunter and the Mask Verse Story") Yone design ref for this verse can be seen in detail here

Let's find out under the cut lmao

Over a week had passed since they started their long trek through the desert to reach Nazumah. There had been some encounters with stray Bacci and dune hounds, which were taken care of relatively quickly. It was also fascinating for Yone to see K'sante in action: in the dense forests of Ionia he was far more careful about his swings with the ntofos. But in the vast dunes of Shurima, he seemed more in his element. The power and grace of his moves just seemed to belong here. Of course Yone's soul-sword techniques were sufficient to dispatch foes as well.

During one of the nights (K'sante figured that it would take another day or two to reach the outskirts around Nazumah), they suddenly find a relatively large party pass by. K'sante and Yone tense, since it was initially unknown whether this traveling group was friend or foe until…

"Tope!" K'sante calls after recognizing his former lover.

The two embrace and laugh, and the tension disappears immediately from everyone. The two parties set up camp.

"Traveling by night too? So not a hunt, I presume? Where are you headed?"

"No hunt. And I was about to go to Nazumah to warn the council there about…suspicious activity at the Sun Disc."

Tope informs that through Taliyah, there has been some unrest between Xerath's Magus cult and Azir's newly built Empire following. While the independent Shurima nations were aware of this building conflict due to the increased activity of soldiers, cultists, and Baccai…there never have been full on war.

"While I would just let those two fight until both no longer walk this earth, their violence might bleed into innocent tribes and nations that want nothing to do with them. And there are tales of Azir's descendant that may be able to sway the crazy emperor, and I wanted to recruit able-bodied people for the cause."

K'sante nods. His mother, who was one of the Nazumah councilwomen that ran the city-state, would surely agree with Tope's plan. But instead of assuming it was much better for them to get an audience with the netire council.

"Then I will help, and I will be guessing Nazumah will also support. With me and you, and others at our side…we will be unstoppable!"

Then the two men chatter about trivial things, mostly catch up with one another. Throughout this Yone quietly listens in, somehow finding himself sitting between them. He would have been content just being an observer, but Tope was not the type to let that pass.

"So, who is your travel companion K'sante? He isn't Shuriman that is for sure."

"Ah, about that…"

Tope holds up his hand, a signal for stop K'sante from talking.

"I know you are a great storyteller, but I want the stranger to answer."

Yone chuckles at that, and concedes. With SOME interjections from K'sante, Yone retells how the two had met and now are traveling back. Tope in the meanwhile that brought out some palm wine that was shared between the three.

"I see," Tope finally remarks after the storytime ends. "I am glad you found good company with K'sante. By the way did you know…"

Before K'sante would stop him, Tope started talking about some of his adventures with the man. Yone is very amused by much of them, especially whenever K'sante would awkwardly say how much of a reckless idiot he used to be in those earlier times.

As they finally settle to rest for the day, K'sante claims he needed to sleep early and steps out from the campfire. Seeing that Yone was not quite ready to join K'sante, Tope comes closer to talk to the man in private.

"So…how do you like him?"

Yone starts.

"What do you mean?"

"A man does not merely follow another man to his homeland just for saving him. You could have just stayed back in Ionia. To remain as good friends. But it seems there is something more than that."

Tope smiled warmly. Yone meanwhile felt a bit awkward, especially given how Tope was…K'sante's former lover. He just looks away and stays silent.

"For the record, I was not making fun of you," Tope starts up the conversation again. "I think you are good for him. He is not perfect, but I can see that he cares and is a better man especially towards you."

He laughs a little.

"If anything, it is quite funny seeing him tiptoe around you like you are a frightened dune gazelle, because he is usually much more direct about his feelings. I was surprised he introduced you as just a 'friend' after hearing all you went through."

"Oh?" Yone finally responds.

"K'sante is like a desert storm sometimes, he will just charge and say his piece. But with you…he is being gentle. As if he wants you to say something first. I think even if you reject him, he'll respect your decision."

Tope chuckles again, pouring the last of the palm wine for both.

"A toast, to whatever path you take in your life. Regardless of how you go with K'sante, knowing what you know now."

Yone nods and toasts to Tope's health in return. Finally the two eventually turn in for sleep.

[natsumespellbook]

Wings of the Wasteland - Chapter 4

(Directory)

Niki: Sorry to keep you all waiting~♪ Today’s breakfast is pan-fried tortillas with lots of vegetables and cheese!

Mika: No~! I ‘on’t have time to relax like ‘dis~!

Niki: Kagehira-kun, don’t get up so suddenly! You almost dropped the food!!

Mika: Ngh~ Be patient with me, Shiina-senpai!

Waaahhhh!! I can’t take ‘t anymore…… I can’t even make a simple costume, I’m not even close to bein’ done with rehearsals, and on top of allat, I’m causing trouble for Shiina-senpai…

Niki: Hello!? Don’t get so depressed over something like this, it’s okay~!

Wataru: I wonder if he’s emotionally unstable due to a lack of sleep.

Niki: Here, Kagehira-kun. Eat this rice, it’ll help you feel better.

Mika: Ohkay, Shiina-senpai… (Chomp chomp…)

Wataru: While we’re eating, let’s get Mika’s current situation straight ♪

First of all, how are rehearsals going? Do you have any trouble taking on Shu’s role?

Mika: Nah, not really. I’ve starred in a movie with Mako-kun before, so I’m not that worried ‘bout my actin’.

Wataru: So, your main problem is making a costume, then. What exactly is tripping little Mika-kun up?

Mika: Well… I’m not too sure wha’ a “bounty hunter” would wear…

They’re people who catch fugitives and earn bounties… I think? There’s a lot of stuff about them that I ‘on’t understand even if I look it up in a book or online.

I ‘on’t have a clear image of what kinda character I’m even playin’, so I keep switchin’ up what I wanna make.

Tomoya: The setting is a “desert”, so why not make a cowboy costume?

Don’t bounty hunters kind of look like that?

Mika: I thought the same thing, so I tried makin’ a prototype like that. But in the end, it just ended up looking unoriginal…

And, ya have to put in a lot of factors into the costume, like how will ‘t look on stage?

Wataru: ……… ♪

How about this!!

Why don’t you visit the desert~! Seeing is believing, after all~♪

Mika: The desert? Does that mean I’d be goin’ overseas?

Wataru: Not at all~! We clearly don’t have enough time to go on a whim like that, so you should visit the dunes in this country.

Clothing reflects the culture and practicality of a place, you know~♪

There’s a lot to be gained by putting yourself in a similar environment, if not the same one!

You’ll surely figure out what you need to do by being in the heat and touching the sand with your own very fingers!

Mika: It’s true that when deciding on the direction of a live, Oshi-san’d not look at the materials, but he’d also take a gander at some research.

Thanks, Hibiki-senpai. I’ll go check ‘em out.

Wataru: Why, of course! I’ll be accompanying you, as the person looking after Mika-kun in place of Shu.

…And as a member of Dramatica, you’ll be forced to come as well, Tomoya-kun!!

Tomoya: Huh, me too!?

Wataru: Fufufu… You were trying to act like this was none of your business. I tend to catch things like that, you know?

Your performance is too… you. You’re supposed to be a sheriff protecting the desert, but I don’t see ANY passion in protecting the desert!!

Maybe Tomoya-kun’s performance will be better if you go to the feverish desert……♪

Tomoya: Wait, what about everyone’s schedule? Don’t you guys have jobs??

Wataru: LET’S GO TO THE DESERT~♪ THE OASIS OF HOT SUN AND SPARKLING SAND~♪

What will the bounty hunters find there… Fufu, my heart's pounding like crazy……☆

Tomoya: Are you even listening to me, Hibiki-senpai!?

Niki: Looks like they’re having fun~ I’m glad to see that Kagehira-kun’s feeling better.

Midori: Yeah, I’m sure your cooking cheered them up as well.

Niki: I’m glad to hear you say that.

Don’t eating Mexican food in the desert sound amazing? I would LOVE to make tacos in the desert!

Midori: Deserts make you think of Mexico..? I was thinking something along the lines of Egypt…

Niki: There are deserts in Mexico too, Takamine-kun!

I saw it on TV! There’s a desert in Mexico called the Chihuahuan Desert.

Midori: Chihuahua…? Like the dog?

Niki: Ding ding ding!! One point for Takamine-kun! Chihuahuas were born in Mexico, and it seems like the spread of them happened in the city of Chihuahua, which is where that desert is.

Midori: Hehe, I just thought of a bunch of chihuahuas running.

Niki: Man, they’re so lucky~ I wanna go to the dunes too! 

Wataru: Why don’t you bring your cooking supplies and come with us? We’re going to take the company bus, so it doesn’t matter how many people come with us, the more the merrier!

Niki: Really?? Yay! I can’t wait!

Why don’t you join us, Takamine-kun? Let’s go and eat authentic (?) tacos!!

Midori: M-me? Um…

(What should I do… I get along with Mashiro-kun just fine, but I don’t know anyone else that well…

It would be awkward if I ran out of topics to talk about and silence ensued…

…Ah, but come to think of it, the local mascot merch over there just got restocked.

I wouldn’t have time to go over there by myself anytime soon besides now…)

Niki: Helloooooo, Takamine-kuuuuun?

Midori: I-I’LL GO!! Please take me to the dunes!

Wataru: LET’S GO TO THE DESERT~♪ THE OASIS OF HOT SUN AND SPARKLING SAND~♪

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