#and on top of me not being brave enough to ask her out and processing the fact that holy shit im gay - she was going through some personal

[sukunas-wife]

you could do something where sukuna and yuji team up to protect their mom/wife when a person is bothering or harassing her, they love her so much that they won't let someone hurt her 🥹💗

Leave Mama Kuna alone 😔

Old Day, because no one was brave enough to confront Sukuna for murder.

Warnings? Murder, in red text a man attempted to force himself on reader, Gore, Blood

It didn't take much to upset Sukuna, he was always looking for a reason to snap at someone and end a life. Sadly his son Yuji was a cock block for murder, and it irked him that he basically had to shake and rile his son up to get angry and then he’d just flat line and “but why don’t we-“ They didn’t agree to often on why a man should die- but in this case they were all agreeing. “Get him daddy!” Yuji yelled, pointing his chubby finger at a man maybe in his early Twenties who had been talking to you while you were trying to pick out Snacks for Yuji. He had wandered off after passing a candy stand and usually you’d send a maid or help to get the necessities but today you wanted to take Yuji out to walk and play and hopefully learn some self preservation, Sukuna, well he was feared and he just wanted to come along to make sure no idiot would try to disrespect you. “Listen, I’m just trying to get some things for my son. Leave while you still can and maybe my husband will let you live.” You smiled nodding at the man who scoffed “Your husband? What is he? a Mercenary? What’s he gonna do to kill me? That’s probably a lie you probably don’t even have a so-” you sighed turning away when Sukuna lifted the man by the neck with one hand twisting him around to face him, “No, I’m your God,” his stare darkened “but I’m not so merciful.” There stood Yuji by his dads leg, “Yeah! You deserve no mercy! That’s my mom you were disrespecting!… Idiot!” You tried not to laugh at Yuji’s extra words and went back to paying the scared vendor for the snacks you had picked out. By the time you looked back the guy was laid out on the floor bloody and probably just barely clinging to life, head being pressed into the dirt being grinded on by Sukuna’s large foot. Yuji was swinging away on his ribs and stomach, for a 7 year old his hits were surprisingly solid.

As the day progressed you had managed to convince Sukuna to have lunch despite the fact he didn’t eat human food. But he watched as Yuji sat beside him slurping away at noodles and his rice topped with diced meat, “Boy’s more human than curse.” Was all Sukuna said when Yuji looked up at him, noodles hanging out his mouth before he slurped them up smiling. “Daddy I gotta Pee.” Sukuna sighed standing up out of the booth, “then go.” “…go with me?” Yuji looked up at his dead with pleading eyes before Sukuna groaned and motioned for him to go, “Fine.” Sukuna was waiting outside the bathroom when he heard a trio, two men and one woman. “That's her isn’t it? She’s the Deity at the Shrine house isn’t she?” One man asked the girl. She just shrugged, “Yeah but I don’t see what’s so special about her? So she had some big curses kid, her body’s probably trashed or something.” “Shut up Kaguya, you're probably just jealous, any man would give anything to lay that woman in their bed. If I had a chance I’d get her pregnant too, look at her, I’d do anything to pull her robes off.” The second guy spoke up, “That’s sick man, she has a husband and kid, Yeah she’s pretty but she’s literally a deity, have some respect.” Kaguya interrupted “She’s probably a slut and maid who just had sex with him and got lucky she got pregnant, she’d probably spread her legs for anyone if they offered a comfortable lif-“ Sukuna’s hands were bloody, in a matter of seconds he had ripped th hearts out of the first man and the girls chest. It hadn't been processed as they managed to look up his blood covered hands. The smirk on his face was sinister and became worse when the second man looked up at him in fear, struggling to scream. He shoved the man’s friend's heart into his mouth like a gag, leaning down with a threatening voice “You’d do best to keep your mouth shut.”

Yuji and you had wandered off from Sukuna when he became surrounded by people bearing gifts to honour him. He was annoyed and even more when he turned to realise both you and Yuji had left his side. You were taking Yuji with you to the shrine house the people had built for you. The eunuchs at the entrance greeted you, stopping to ask if Yuji would be entering with you, which caused him to hold onto the side of your robes and sleeve, you put your hand on his shoulder comforting him, “Yes, this is my son after all.” Entering the shrine, you made your way all the way to the back where you would sit and wait before the doors would open to the public. Yuji was walking around the room looking around until he stopped. You had a wall where all the drawings he’d ever given you while leaving the palace had been framed because “I don wan you to forget me” A young girl came into the room shocked that Yuji was there until you cleared your throat, “oh! Forgive me Lady Y/n, I didn’t know you would be here today.” You waved a hand of dismissal. “I didn’t expect to be here either, but I thought Yuji,” you looked at him, he was staring at the girl in the door, slowly walking to you, his eyes never left her face. He looked serious, a face his dad often wore when something was wrong and he was watching it play out or when he was lost in thought. He turned away from you leaning against your lap standing between you and the girl. “Who the hell is she?” He sounded like a younger version of his dad with his demanding tone and dead stare, his curse word caught you off guard. You tried to form words stopping when you couldn’t, “she’s a servant who works here Yu, what’s wrong?” You leaned trying to get a look at his face, but he wouldn’t turn to look at you, he had his target. The girl became uncomfortable under his stare, “well, him Lady y/n there was an expecting mother who came by begging for a miracle.. the details shouldn’t be explained in front of such a young boy or boy at all really but-“ you held up your hand silencing her. “Bring her into the main room. I'll be out in a minute. I just need to make sure Yuji will be okay here for a few minutes.” She bowed, closing the door, Yuji turned to look at you and he seemed visibly at ease, “Yu.. what’s wrong?” He looked at the door, “She’s funny.. in a bad way..” you didn’t know how to answer. “Alright, I’ll remember that then.” You stood up, setting him on your chair and kneeling in front of him, “Will you be okay here? Alone for a short bit?” He shook his head no while kicking his feet, “Don’t leave me.”

That’s how you ended up with Yuji following quietly behind you when you made your way through the hallways to the main room. He got distracted stopping for a moment to look at a picture, the end of the hallway split two ways. There was a painting of Sukuna holding newborn Yuji, he looked so serious in the painting, when you told Sukuna you wanted it for your shrine he refused to smile saying it wouldn’t look good in the public eye or something along those words. Yuji was pulled out of his day dream when he heard you scream, he ran trying to find you. He froze seeing a man cornering you in the hallway, you were fighting him off the best you could but you couldn’t only do so much against a half curse half man that was attempting to measure up to Sukuna. He was far off from even touching the hem of Ryomen’s robes, but he was an entitled arrogant bastard. When the servant girl came, Yuji saw how she smiled at the scene. Yuji ran in blind, jumping and climbing the man’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck and biting into his shoulder. The man screamed and tried to pull Yuji free. He couldn’t do it alone so the servant girl tried, you fought harder when you saw how she was shaking him around. You broke free from the man's grip pulling Yuji free from her before rushing screaming for Sukuna, all the eunuchs wouldn’t be able to help you. The man grabbed your robes and Yuji fell from your arms, he watched his man lift you by the front of your robes and your hands, nails were digging into his wrist.

Why don’t you use your technique mom!? DO SOMETHING! dads not he- “Domain Expansion” the room went black, there was the sound of a drip and everything was dark, it felt hard to breathe, “Cleave.” Your eyes widened before you shoved the man off of you. You heard the squelch and thud of a body, and the crashing and cracking of the walls to your shrine being torn apart. Turning to look you saw Yuji, his hand sign was opposite his fathers, but he looked livid. His face was covered in markings mirroring his fathers more human form. You wanted to say something, but you turned to the gaping wall. The Cursed man was laying in the dusty street, he was sliced deeply but not fatally. The servant didn’t stand a chance. She was sliced finely for betrayal. Watching a crowd gather you pulled Yuji with you to see if the cursed man was alive. He was laying there, unfocused, he saw you and yelled “ILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND YOUR DAMN CHILD I AM THE ONE DESTINED FOR GREAT I WILL BE THE KING OF CURSES YOU BOTH WILL DIE AT MY HANDS,” before forcing himself up, chest, arms, and waist crossed with deep gashes.

He tried to lift his hands only to realise they weren’t there, his arms were gone. Yuji was mad that a man would try to take advantage of his mother, but as long as his father wasn’t there he would be there, but for now, a low chuckled rumbled behind the man, “You’ll need your hands to even think about laying them on my wife and son.” Sukuna wrapped his arm around the man from behind, large hand squeezing his neck, a low grumble, “You aren’t strong, you’re a fool and your brain is a pile of shit. You deserve only the worst death, but I’m having a little fun here so I’ll make this slow and painful.” Uraume approached Sukuna holding out his staff. Sukuna stabbed it into the ground piercing the man on the pointed edges, letting him sink down until it pierced through his chest. There the cursed man screamed and no matter how much he squirmed and begged for mercy Sukuna would push him down further. The man begged for mercy, for him to stop, “Did you listen to my wife when she asked you to stop?” He took the man’s jaw in his hand forcing him to look up at him, the pressure slowly fracturing his jaw as he shook his head no trying to profusely apologise. Sukunas nails dug into his face before he let go, “Did you have mercy on my wife when you grabbed her like this?” His large hand crushed the man's throat, nails digging into his skin, blood flowing, “WHEN MY WIFE TRIED TO PUSH YOU AWAY DID YOU WALK AWAY? NO YOU TRIED TO TOUCH HER LIKE THIS.” Sukuna placed his hand on the man’s chest, “dishonourable actions will be paid for with blood.” The crowd was watching when Sukuna drove his hand into the man’s chest squeezing his heart in his chest, the man screamed and gurgled as he spat up blood. Sukuna ripped out his heart throwing it on the ground and ripping off his head crushing his skull in his head, “Let this be a warning to every human in the vicinity, in this city in the existence of this time, that any man or woman who would act to lift a hand against my child or wife, your blood will be spilled to atone your sins.”

The crowd quickly cleared out and Sukuna turned to you, Yuji still had the markings on his face, his eyes were red. Sukuna nodded, holding an arm out to you. Pushing Yuji ahead of you, you started to tear up, hugging your husband’s side. Yuji was hugging your side. “Ryo-“ he shushed you using a hand to press your face against his chest. Burying your face against his hot skin your body wanted to tremble while you cried into the comforting of your husband but his presence was reassuring as surprising as it might sound. He rubbed his warm hand up and down your back “I’m here now.” He rested his chin on top of your head, he looked down at Yuji pulling him into his other side ruffling his hair. “You did good kid.” Yuji still looked serious before he leaned into his dads side with a slight smile. He went over to hug you, you took hold of him and he didn’t let go until you stopped sniffling. He smiled up at you, puffy eyes and red cheeks, Sukuna snickered, pinching your cheek making a joke, Yuji’s bright smile didn’t falter, “I still think you’re pretty.” Your sudden laugh made your husband and son laugh. Kneeling down you pinched both of Yuji’s cheeks lightly as he laughed, before cupping his face in both hands bringing him close to kiss both of cheeks and forehead calling him “My Little Protector.” He smiled with pride before you got up smiling at Sukuna, he sides eyed you before sighing leaning to the side giving you his face, “and my big hero.” Cupping his face you brought him into a kiss and he smirked against your lips when Yuji let out a loud “eeeewwww”

“Cmon Yu,” you held your hand out to him and he took it happily walking while holding your hand, “I’ll be stronger next time!”

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[messylustt]

teach me — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan comes to you with a surprising request…

contents : kissing, i don’t really know how to kiss, so don’t mind the “teaching” part, virgin/innocent ethan. wc 1.5k.

pt one pt two

“what did you want to talk about?” you ask ethan as he takes a seat on your bed beside you.

you turn to him, lifting your knee to get comfortable.

“i, uh,” ethan begins gulping. why was he so nervous?

“is something wrong?” you question, worried that it may be related to the wandering ghostface, but ethan just shakes his head.

“no, i just—” he breathes, finally meeting your gaze. “its kind of embarrassing.”

you chuckle, wondering what the hell he could be on about.

“have you ever, like…touched someone?” his question comes off so innocent, that it takes you a moment to process his actual words.

you furrow your brows as you tilt your head. “as in…sexually?”

ethan diverts your gaze. “yeah.”

“oh.” you say before sitting straighter. “yeah, i have. why do you ask?”

ethan scratches the back of his neck. “well, there’s this girl i like, and I want to impress her. i plan to ask her out…but if we kiss i want it to be…good.”

“ah, and if you go further you want to know what your doing?” you guess.

ethan carefully looks away with a quick nod and an awkward chuckle.

“well, for one, i don’t think she’d mind if your a virgin. most girls don’t care.” you say honestly. ethan meets your gaze. “but I totally get if you want to impress her.” you smile.

you pause. “so, why did you come to me? i mean, i’m sure chad knows what he’s doing.” you chuckle.

ethan joins you. “yeah, but he’d tease me for it and not actually be very helpful.” he scoffs.

“ah,” you hum, nodding. “well, what do you want to know?”

ethan meets your gaze. “h-how to kiss…maybe.”

you nod, crossing your legs as you fully face him. ethan turns to face you more as well, resting his hand back against your duvet.

“so, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it,” you begin. “focus on her bottom lip, and press lightly as first. then when you want to add tongue you brush yours along—”

“can you show me?” ethan speaks quickly, watching you carefully. “i-i just mean so that i can actually…practice, you know?”

your slightly shocked that ethan asked that, but you know that it’s just as he says. ‘practice’. “i mean, sure. if your comfortable?”

ethan nods, maybe a fraction too quickly, as his eyes dart down to your lips. “i just want learn.”

you take a breath before sitting closer, ethan moves as well until your legs are touching. you lean forward.

“just let me know when you want to stop.” you say, as you lift your hand to his cheek. “obviously i’m used to being with guys rather than girls, but luckily kissing is the same both ways.”

you draw closer, hearing ethan’s thumping heart. “focus on the bottom lip.” you instruct as you wrap your lips over his top, pressing into him.

ethan copies you, wrapping his lips around your bottom as you both kiss. moving against each other slowly at first, as ethan copies your head movements. you pull away as your hand on his cheek drops to the side of his neck. “good.” you nod. “your a natural.”

ethan blushes at your compliment. “then?” he breathes out.

“then you have to know where to place your hands.” you begin, as ethan’s eyes dart down to your lips continuously. “depends your position of course. but, let’s say it’s sitting, like we are.”

you reach to grab his wrists. “the waist is always a good place.” you pull his hands to your hips. ethan listens to your words as he slides his hands further around your waist.

you slide your hands up and around the back of his neck. ethan leans closer to your lips, awaiting your next instruction.

“you can move your hands from here whenever you want.”

“to where?” he questions intently.

“anywhere.” you say. “like rubbing up and down her side, or under her shirt, if your brave enough.” you smirk, earning a small chuckle from him.

“alright.” he says, leaning back in. “anywhere.” he confirms to himself before he’s pressing his lips back to yours. he captures your bottom lip, carefully sucking. he’s soon dragging his hands along your side, before edging the hem of your shirt. “is that ok?” he asks against your lips.

“uh, yeah, good. that’s what you should say to her.” you gulp.

“and then?” ethan asks, as you back away a fraction.

“then you can add tongue. but if your not comfortable doing that with me, totally under—”

“no, i, uh, i want to.” ethan nods, his hands hitting against your thighs.

“alright.” you hold down the shakiness in your voice as you nod.

he pulls you back in, placing his hand on the back your neck now as he kisses you. a little more confident than before.

you take the next step and run your tongue along his bottom lip, asking for access. ethan got the hint as he opens his mouth a fraction. your tongue dives in, meeting his as his breath shudders against you. you let your tongue dance with his before your pulling back.

ethan follows your lips, his warm breath staying close, before he realises what he’s doing. he leans back looking bashful. “sorry.”

“it’s alright.” you say softly.

ethan meets your gaze. “can we do that again?” he pauses, catching your expression. “just so I can get it right.”

“yeah…sure.” you lean in again as ethan quickly places his mouth against yours, copying how you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. you open your mouth as he finds your tongue, taking control of this kiss, as you let him take the lead.

his hands are suddenly at your hips. “can you straddle me?” he asks, a little dazed. your eyes slightly widen.

“i’d want her to straddle me.” he says quickly noticing your expression.

you carefully nod, as you raise your leg over him, not quite sitting down though, just hovering.

ethan eagerly watches you, his hands still on your hips. then he’s pulling you in for another kiss. “am I doing it right?” he asks against your lips before he’s kissing you again.

“mhm.” you hum into his mouth as he laps at your tongue. growing more confident by the second.

your hand finds his hair, twisting in his curls as he lets out a small whimper. he blushes, having not meant to let that slip.

his hands draw under your loose shirt as he brushes up your sides. you slightly shiver at the slight coldness. “sorry.” he says, but you shake your head.

“your hands are just cold, that’s fine.” you assure him. “so, i can do this?” he asks as he runs his fingers along the skin by your ribs. you unintentionally arch as you nod. “she’d like that.”

ethan nods, absorbing all your words. his hands stop just under your bra, before they splay across your stomach. “can i?” ethan asks fiddling with the lace of your bra, looking extremely distracted.

“for her you should.” you say, remembering he’s doing this to impress a girl. you go to pull his hands out when his grip tightens around you. you jolt slightly. “i want to learn more.” he sounds nearly breathless.

“ethan.” you say catching his gaze. “i don’t think we should go farther if you like another girl—”

“what if i’ve already kissed her?” ethan cuts in.

your brows furrow. “then why did you—”

“what if i want her to show me how to touch her.” he sounds desperate as he pulls you down onto him, making you gasp. “to show me how to please her.” his breath hits your collarbone. and that’s when you feel how hard he’s grown underneath you.

out of shock you go to move away but you end up just moving along his bulge. he whimpers, bucking up into you. “fuck.” he whispers.

that’s when you realise that the girl is you. he had planned this.

ethans mouth hangs open as he holds you by your hips, grinding his bulge into you, becoming a quick whining mess.

you gasp. “ethan!”

“ugh, you feel so good. that feels so…good.” he whines as he uses you to rub himself.

“ethan.” you gasp-moan as he rubs right along your clothed clit.

ethan picks up on the sound straight away, watching your expression closely. he grinds again, watching you this time as he waits for another sound to fall from your lips. his expression is a mix of eagerness and pleasure. you moan again as he juts into you.

ethan smiles, finding more pleasure as your breathing stutters. you place your hands on his chest, trying to stop his movements.

“i thought you just wanted to kiss?” you ask, partly breathless.

ethan shakes his head. “no.” he leans in again, and captures your lips. “though, i do like kissing you.” he smiles against your lips.

“i didn’t know—” you begin.

“that i liked you?” ethan asks as his hand slips under your shirt again, rubbing up your back. you shake your head, and he holds down a grin. “can i—” he cuts himself off, breathing hard. “can i kiss somewhere else?”

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[archangeldyke-all]

OH MY GOODNESS, so trans Sevika yes yes, AND READERS FIRST TIME AND THEIR LIKE not to deep in the relationship but still kinda early so sevika is like soft and stuff. AND WHEN THEIR DONE READER TURNS AND IS LIKE “I love you sevika, your the prettiest woman ive ever seen” AND SEVIKA IS TAKEN BACK. Considering how hard trans women get it in society and how rarely they get compliments and are excepted. PLS 😆

She’s so pretty 🫣😮‍💨

FUCK yes omg. gonna combine this with another ask!

Can we get more reader strapping needy Sev 🥺 your club mom fic was so hot

🍄 anon

(also hiii mushroom anon it's been a minute babe hope ur doing good!!)

men and minors dni

"do you, uh..." sevika trails off, her eyes getting caught on your lips.

you guys have been making out on her couch for about an hour now, messily moaning into one another's mouths as you try to get impossibly closer to each other.

"do i what?" you ask, licking your lips as you take in the beautiful sight of sevika beneath you. she's flushed, her chest heaving, her hair messy and shirt wrinkled from your hands. she looks beautiful.

sevika huffs beneath you, her eyes darting away. you realize you'd said that compliment aloud, whispered under your breath. "do you wanna... go to my bedroom?" she asks quietly.

you grin.

you've been dating for four months now, but sevika's never been with someone beyond a quick hookup, and in an effort to do it right and avoid overwhelming either of you, you both agreed to take it slow.

it's been torturous for both of you. but, totally fucking worth it. especially now, as you grin down at your girlfriend and watch her smile start to grow.

"like... for sex?" you ask.

sevika snorts. "yeah, babe." she giggles.

you jump off of her, sprinting toward her bedroom. sevika cackles as she jogs behind you to catch up.

you push her onto the bed and jump on top of her again, moaning against her mouth as you settle your weight on top of her. sevika's hands find your waist, pulling you until you're flat against her, chest to knees. she's hard against you, and you shuffle around on top of her, giggling at the way she whimpers.

"how do you wanna do this, baby?" you ask. sevika's eyes are hazy with lust, and it takes her a second to process your words. when she does, a flash of bashfulness taking over her features for a second before she hides it behind a look of false bravado. you know her well enough to see right through it, and lean down to kiss her again before she can answer, biting her lower lip, relishing in the way she shivers beneath you. "don't fuckin' lie to me." you grunt against her mouth.

sevika's face screws up, and her hands drop from your hips to claw at the sheets below her. you watch her mentally fight the urge to put on her 'brave face'-- something you've been working on together. it's cute seeing the way she slowly relaxes as she gives up her fake confidence.

"...i, um." she starts. you duck down to kiss her cheek, encouraging her to continue. "i've only ever topped, before." she whispers. you kiss her forehead.

"i know." you say. "that's not what i asked."

sevika gulps, and you kiss her lips, encouraging her. when you pull away, she blinks up at you with stars in her eyes. "i prepped before our date." she whispers, her voice cracking halfway through her sentence. you grin, and let her slip her tongue past your lips on her reward-kiss this time.

"so?" you ask when you pull away. sevika glares up at you, and you smirk. "you still didn't answer my question, sev." you tease. she groans, then flips the pair of you over, pinning you to the bed and pressing her lips to yours. you chuckle, wrapping your arms and legs around sevika's body as she tries to buy herself time from being vulnerable. god forbid.

eventually, though, she pulls away with a gasp, her cheeks and tips of her ears rosy as she blinks down at your collarbone. "i want you to fuck me." she mumbles.

you smile so big you think your face might split in half. sevika groans, flopping down to bury her embarrassed face against your tits.

"i wore my strap-harness under my pants." you admit. sevika's head pops back up for her to gawk down at you and you giggle, shrugging. "just had a feeling."

(you've actually been wearing your harness to the past ten dates you and sevika have been on, just in case-- but she doesn't need to know that.)

sevika's blush gets even redder and she groans. "fuck!" she whines against you. "babe, shut up." she whines as she starts pawing at your pants, trying to see for herself. you giggle, lifting your hips up and helping her strip you. sevika freezes when she pulls your pants down, gulping at the sight of the straps hugging your hips peeking out of your underwear. "fuck." she whispers. "c-can i get you naked?" she asks.

you grin and nod, and sevika wastes no time stripping you. she presses kisses everywhere, no inch of your skin goes untouched, and you can't stop laughing. you're so happy you could die.

when she's got you naked sans the strappy harness on your hips, sevika's takes a second to just... look at you beneath her. you let her, smiling up at your girlfriend's sweet expression.

then, like a flip's switched, sevika's eyes go from soft to dark, and a smirk quirks up on her lips.

she jumps off of you, running over to her dresser to pull open the bottom drawer. you sit up on your elbows to watch her, giggling as she curses and rummages through the drawer in search of something. then, she gasps, jumps up, and grins as she presents you with her treasures.

in her left hand, she holds a bottle of lube. in her right, a dildo.

you burst into giggles, making grabby hands as sevika crawls back on to the bed with her prizes. "...this is my favorite one." she admits shyly.

you examine the dildo, bright purple and curved up a bit. a click floats through the room, and then the dildo hums to life. you grin.

"that's hot." you giggle. sevika grins.

"can i put it on for you?" she asks, nodding at your harness. you nod.

sevika gets distracted. her gentle, nervous fumbling with the straps of your harness turn into her caressing the skin beneath it, which turns into her forgetting the dildo completely and pressing a trail of kisses on your inner thighs, which of course, inevitably leads to her blinking up at you with glittering silver eyes and asking in a voice that's so raspy it gives you shivers: "can i taste you?"

"fuck." you answer, your heartrate skyrocketting. "yes."

sevika grins, then dives forward to taste you.

she groans the moment her tongue is on you. you gasp, your hands flying down to tug at her hair. it only makes her groan more.

"shit, sevika--" you whine as she sucks on your clit, one of her hands traveling up your body to play with your tits. "i-i thought i was gonna be f-f-fuckin you." you whine as she starts to work her tongue inside of you.

sevika pulls away with a quick gasp to smile at you again. "we'll get to that. i've been wanting to do this for months." she grunts, spitting on your cunt.

the action makes you so horny you get lightheaded.

worried you might cum before you even get sevika shirtless, you give her hair a harsh tug and pull her back up your body. she pouts at you as you try to catch your breath and find your words.

"f-fuck." you whimper.

"why'd you stop me?"

"'cause i was gonna cum on your fuckin' face after, like, a lick and a half!"

sevika bursts into laughter, and you grin up at her smiling face. your heart swells, and you reach up to cup sevika's cheek, adoration coursing through your body. "i'm going back down there when we're done, y'know." sevika says. you grin.

"well, i look forward to it baby. now, if you don't mind, will you please help me put my cock on?" you ask. sevika snorts, gives you a quick peck, and then reaches out to do just that.

with the dildo on, your focus returns to your girlfriend. you gently push her shoulders, and she flops onto her back easily, her eyes tracking your every movement as you crawl on top of her.

you love her. you've known this since your third date, when sevika asked you nervously if she was 'holding your hand right,' worried that she was somehow doing it wrong, having never done it before in her life.

but you've never felt it as much as you do right in this moment.

"god." you whisper in awe, bending down to kiss her forehead. "i'm so fucking lucky, sevika." you mumble, starting a trail of kisses down her body. the next stop is her nose, then her lips. you linger here, kissing away the insecure look that flashes over her face at your words, before continuing your path.

a kiss to her chin. a kiss to the center of her throat, where you can feel the skin vibrate with her gentle hum. one to the soft patch of skin between her collarbones, and then you pull away and look up at her. "k-keep going." sevika whimpers.

you smile, unbutton the top button on her shirt, then continue your path.

a kiss to the top of each of her tits, one to the pretty little bow decorating the center of her bra. another button undone, and a dozen kisses to her ribs and stomach. another button, and you let a shaky sigh out at the sight of her happy trail, before trailing your tongue all the way up, circling her bellybutton before gently nipping her tummy.

sevika squeaks, jumping, and then you're both giggling.

you sit up to help her out of her shirt and bra, then take a second to ogle her tits.

"baby." sevika groans.

"fuck." you whisper.

"c'mon! you've seen my tits before!" sevika whines, tugging at the strap on your hip, impatient. you giggle.

"and it rocks my world each time, baby." you tease. sevika grunts, rolling her eyes and doing a horrible job of hiding her fond smile. you take mercy on her, continuing your path of kisses.

a few at the soft skin above her waist band, then the button of her jeans popped open in your hands.

sevika's squirming beneath you as you slowly unzip her fly. your eyes are trained on her bulge, and as the firm denim fabric of her jeans gets pulled away, it starts to twitch in her boxers. your mouth salivates.

"can i kiss it?" you ask.

sevika squeaks, and you look up at her, concerned.

you have no reason to be. sevika looks like she's just run a marathon, and her eyes are so big and excited she looks like a dog that just heard the word 'walk.'

"yes." she whispers. you smile, tug her boxers down, and groan when her cock springs out, smacking her abs before twitching in time with her heartbeat.

sevika's up on her elbows, clawing the sheets as she watches you lean forward and gently kiss the tip of her cock.

it jumps beneath you. you giggle, then give it another kiss, a little lower on the shaft. she's leaking onto her stomach as you trail feather light kisses down her cock, before you reach the base. you give it a long lick, root to tip, and sevika groans.

"fuck me." she whimpers, collapsing against the bed. you giggle, before kissing one of her balls. she squeaks, her cock twitches, and then she's pushing you away from her with her hand.

"what's wr--"

"fuck off-- i'm not trying to cum before you get inside me." she grunts, flopping over onto her belly so you can't touch her anymore. you burst into laughter, smacking the delicious ass that's been presented to you and delighting in the moan it pulls from her.

she gets her revenge the next moment, when she lifts up onto her knees, presenting her hole to you and shaking her hips tantalizingly.

you almost black out.

instead, you bite sevika's ass cheek, reach for the bottle of lube, and get to work.

with one finger inside her, sevika's quiet, humming against the sheets sweetly with your thrusts. you take your time, trying to figure out what she likes.

"more." she requests. you give her another finger, and she shivers at the stretch. she's much more vocal as you begin pumping two fingers in and out of her, and when you crook your fingers just right-- "there!" she screams. you grin.

"sev, you're so fucking beautiful." sevika groans, burying her head against the pillow beneath her. but you can feel how she clenches around you at your words, so you don't stop. "just perfect. can't believe i'm the first one to do this to you-- 's so fucking hot."

"more." sevika whines. you add some more lube, then work in a third finger.

sevika collapses against the mattress. squelching sounds start up as you continue fucking her, crooking your fingers against her p-spot on each thrust, trying to memorize the cute way her thighs are shaking. tiny, pathetic moans are escaping the pillow she's pressed her mouth against, and you hinge forward at the waist to pepper kisses over her muscular back. "shit, sevika, i love you."

time freezes. sevika goes completely still underneath you, and you still inside of her. your heartbeat's hammering in your ears, and embarrassment is starting to creep up your spine.

but then, "i need you to fuck me right now." sevika gasps, pushing herself up on all fours and pressing her ass against your strap. "please, please, baby, i can't wait anymore, i need you so fuckin' bad--"

you think she might be crying. you don't mention it, you just sigh against the knob on her spine, pressing a quick kiss to it as you lube up your cock and line it up with sevika.

at the feeling of you bumping against her, sevika sinks backwards, taking you in one go.

this time you actually do black out a little at the sight of it. when you come to, you've collapsed on top of her, buried balls deep inside and nuzzling her neck.

she's giggling under you. "you okay?" she asks.

you just grunt, kiss her cheek, and push yourself off of her to start fucking her.

sevika gasps, reaching back to grab your hand where you're holding her hip. you let go to intertwine your hands, and sevika whimpers as you swipe your thumb over her knuckles.

"fuck, fuck, sevika, you're so fuckin' beautiful--" you gasp as you watch her take you. she's letting out the cutest whines, no longer coherent enough to feel embarrassed by them.

"you feel so good." she whines. you groan and smack her ass again. sevika giggles and collapses against the bed. you follow her, not letting up on your fast pace.

"shit, wait--" you gasp out suddenly. sevika lifts her head up from where she was drooling, looking over her shoulder at you to pout when you pull out of her. you click the tiny button on the base of the dildo, and sevika's pout turns into a grin at the sound.

"this is gonna be over way faster than i wanted." she whines before you can push back inside her. you laugh aloud, half at her words, half at the vibrations of the base of the dildo against your pubic bone, then sink back inside of her.

you both whine.

you have no coordination anymore-- you're laying flat on top of sevika where she's sprawled out on the mattress, just writing against her with pathetic little humps. she doesn't seem to mind much if the way she's whining and clawing at you is any indication.

"you fuck me so good, baby." sevika whines. "fuck me so much better than i could ever fuck myself."

you bite your lip, desperate not to cum before sevika, but so fucking close. you taste blood. you don't stop.

"sevika, baby, you're perfect, honey. you're so fuckin' pretty, you drive me fucking crazy, i love you so fucking mu--"

"f-fuck!" sevika shrieks as she cums beneath you. you grin, biting her shoulder and finally letting the pleasure drown you out now that you know she's gotten hers.

it's one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had, and when you finally stop shaking and grunting against your girlfriend and open your eyes again, everything looks pink and sparkly.

"fuck." you sigh. sevika giggles, then smacks your hip.

"the vibrator." she grunts.

you pull off of her just enough to press the buttons and let the vibrations cease, then collapse back on top of her, still buried inside of her. sevika giggles underneath you, then reaches out to gently pat whatever part of you she can find first. it ends up being your elbow.

"hey." sevika whispers. you start to flop off of her, assuming she's going to say she can't breathe or something. but she gasps when you peel yourself off your back, her hold on your elbow becoming a death grip. "what?! stay!" she demands. your heart soars in your chest, and you collapse back on top of her, nuzzling her neck.

"sorry. thought you were gettin' tired of cuddles." you mumble.

sevika snorts, then mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like, 'i'll never get tired of cuddles with you.' then, she clears her throat and speaks loud enough for you to hear clearly. "i love you too."

you grin, thrust your hips against sevika's ass just enough to make her squeak, and then burst into laughter. "i hope you're comfortable, because you're never getting rid of me now. i'm just gonna cling to your back like this for the rest of your life."

sevika giggles. "with your cock inside me or...?" she asks. you snort and bite her neck.

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[samkerrworshipper]

I have an idea for a smut fic for alexia if you are interested. Reader and alexia are having movie night with other teammates but alexia is feeling extra horny that night and keeps teasing reader. During the movie reader is fed up so she fingers alexia from behind without the others knowing

Movie Night

Alexis Putellas x Reader

smutttt minors dni 18+

Alexia was pushing it. It was team movie night for the Barca squad, a fortnightly affair that had us all piling into Ale and I’s house and couch to watch whatever movie the girls could agree on, whcih was a suprisingly grueling process with the group that we had. Ale and I always sat back and watched, as Keira, Lucy, Mapi, Aitana, Patri, Claudia, Ona and occasionally Ingrid fought fairly endlessly until me or Irene stepped in and told them to just make the decision. Ale just sat back and laughed, they were all like her children and you could tell that she got a massive kick out of watching the younglings of the group quarrelling like five year olds over something as stupid as a movie. We normally settled on some kind of family friendly classic or a super hero movie, marvel specifically because the English girls claimed that DC was just knock off Marvel. I couldn’t tell the difference but I could tell Lucy was extremely passionate about it so I let it go. Sometimes we would watching something scarier or a more serious movie but that was mostly when some of the younger players had something going on. Tonight was no different, the group settling on Up. Me and Irene made our bets on who would cry first, I said Ona because she was a sucker for a sad movie, Irene bet on Ingrid, who was also a fairly safe bet.

Once we’d wrangled the children and gotten them all seated somewhere on the couch I made my way back over to Alexia, she stood up when I got close enough, letting me slide down onto the couch so she could lie on top of me. Once she did, someone flicked the movie on and we all began to watch, snacks being passed around as the movie progressed on. It was about twenty minutes in when Alexia started to tease, I think she thought she was being discreet, or she was trying to be discreet, but I noticed. Noticed the way she was sliding, rubbing herself up against my thigh, how her hands were very clearly rubbing against her nipples under the blanket that was draped over us. My horny little girl. I let her get herself riled up for a little while, looking out of the corner of my eye as she continued to tease herself, I towed the line though when she started teasing me.

First it was just a hand on the inside of my thigh, it was a little bit abnormal but Alexia was a very touchy person so I let it go. Then her hand was creeping, until it was cupping my pussy and her hand had slid up to my tit, groping it with her hands. As quickly as I could whilst still being discreet I grabbed her hands firmly with my own and pushed her head back so she was leaning against my chest and I could whisper in her ear.

“Is my girl feeling needy?”

It was lucky that the room was so dark, dark enough that I could hardly make out who was sitting on the other side of the couch, dark enough that I knew Alexia’s actions were only visible to me.

She shamelessly nodded into my chest, her head tilted back with that signature smirk on her face, quite similar to the Cheshire cat.

“Please mommy.”

I smirked back at Alexia, it never ceased to amaze me how fucking brave she was, we were surrounded by teammates, who could at any minute turn around and ask what was happening.

“Are you going to be good for me? Not make any noises?”

Alexia nodded quickly, her obvious need to be touched eliminating any common sense that she normally possessed, it was so fucking slutty.

“Eyes on the screen babygirl.”

Alexia nodded at me, sitting herself back up against my chest, so her ear was pressed directly on my mouth and her back was laying against my chest.

I licked a small stripe up the side of her ear, smirking a little bit to myself when she shivered as soon as I did it, so sensitive, so fucking perfect.

“I’m going to touch you, you make a noise, move without permission or cum without permission you won’t be cumming for a month, am I understood?”

I was whispering it directly into her ear, my breath hot on her earlobe and I watched her shake slightly in reaction. My voice was barely audible, I didn’t want to bring any attention to us, we were lucky that most of the girls were enraptured by the movie, and the ones that weren’t were busying themselves with their phones.

I moved my hand between Alexia and I’s bodies, moving it down over the small of her back and then slipping it under the pyjama pants she was wearing, very quickly coming to realise she was wearing nothing else below them. It was fairly normal for her to sleep naked, but at team movie night, really?

“No panties?”

Alexia smirked back into me, her hips arching slightly as my hand made its way over the curve of her ass and down to the spot between her thighs. There was already a considerable puddle pooling between her legs, it was somewhat surprising but also not, Alexia could get turned on by about anything, it was sort of freakish. Her sex drive was insane, completely astounding and it wasn’t all that surprising to me that she was now choosing to get herself worked up on team movie night.

Alexia’s teeth were biting down hard on her lip, if you were an outsider it could appear that she was focusing really indepthly on the movie, the two of us being the only ones aware of what was happening under the blanket covering us.

As soon as my hand dipped between Alexia’s folds I felt her inhale deeply, this was a test of her self control, something she assured me she had acquired over the years. Anytime the conversation of semi-public sex had occurred from us she’d assured me that she could keep her cool, I suppose this was the real test.

I didn’t bother with teasing her, keeping my movements as limited as possible. She was drenched to the core and one swipe across her folds and hole was enough to tell me that I was going to have absolutely no troubles having to get her worked up. I pushed two fingers into her with ease, noticing how she jolted slightly at the sudden intrusion. She did well to hide her surprise, disguising it with a very quiet couch that no one turned a head to. I started very slowly, hardly moving my fingers and refusing to curl them against the spot that I knew she wanted them most. If she wanted to get off in public then she was going to be patient.

Her patience didn’t last long, I was setting her up to fail to be fair but I had expected her to last longer than a few minutes. Obviously sick of the very little movement I was giving her she decided to take matters into her own hands and fasten the pace by moving her hips an action that I very quickly put a stop to with a few words whispered in her ear,

“Move again and I won’t be touching you again, understood?”

Alexia nodded quickly, her teeth still clenching down on her teeth, hard enough that I was concerned she was going to draw blood.

I stilled my movements for several seconds before continuing my pace, fastening it just enough to give her a little more. I teased her like that for a few minutes, focusing on the movie as my hand sloppily made its way in and out of my girlfriend. The pace was torturous for her, who was obviously seeking out some kind of release.

When I had her physically sweating, her back arching off against my chest I finally started to curl my fingers, very quickly locating that spot that I knew had her clenching down on my fingers in a matter of seconds. She was a shaking mess within a few seconds, unsurprising to me, I knew exactly what buttons to push when it came to Alexia, a complete open book for me.

I fastened my pace slightly, but focused on the motion of curling my fingers, observing out of the corner of my eye how her face reacted to my movements, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her thighs starting to shake violently.

“Please let me cum.”

I shook my head immediately.

“Sluts who ask to be fucked in public don’t get to cum without permission.”

The realisation of complete horror appeared on Alexia’s face and in that moment she’d realised she’d fucked up, that she wasn’t winning this battle.

“P-Please, can’t hold on much longer.”

I knew her statement was true, her thighs and pussy clenching down hard on my fingers, hard enough that I knew there was a chance I’d struggle to remove them.

I kept my eyes focused solely on the tv, doing my best to make it look like there was nothing out of the ordinary occurring between Alexia and I. We got enough shit about our relationship, without the squad knowing about our sex life. If they got wind of anything to do with this I knew we’d never hear the end of it, Alexia in particular, their captain, their La Reina. Who put on the brave face every single motherfucking day to face it all for her team, people forgot who she really was sometimes, that she could be soft and innocent and just a human sometimes. That’s why we’d worked so perfectly for each other, she knew that she could be whoever she needed to be in front of me and I’d never judge her for it, that was what unconditional love looked like for us.

“Hold it Alexia, be a good girl for me.”

I watched as she almost let a moan go at my praise, she was such a fucking sucker for praise and I used it to my advantage whenever I could, she was such a people pleaser.

I continued my ministrations, at the same pace, watching as Alexia struggled to refrain from putting herself over the edge, she was trying her very hardest but I knew eventually it was all going to crash down, she could only push it away for so long. I was waiting for her to fail, it was mean but a part of me felt like she needed it, that she wouldn’t ask this kind of attention from me if she didn’t want something like this, something that would push her. We would talk about it later, I decided, when the team had left and we were tangled up in our blankets, we would talk about it, talk about more appropriate ways she could ask for my attention than shielding it with sex, like she’d taught herself to do. Now wasn’t the time though, I was pushing her and she was so close to breaking, so close to breaking all of her self-control.

I could see the tears cascading down her face as she kept her jaw locked, her eyes clenched tight shut as she tried to keep herself together. It was kind of cute, cute how she was trying her very hardest to please me, to the point where she’d put herself in tears. It was then that I’d decided I was done pushing her, she’d proven me wrong and I was glad to admit it.

“Cum baby.”

My voice was so low, so very quiet that I was scared she might not hear it, but the feeling of her clenching down fully on my fingers and her juices coating them sublimely was enough of an indication, if her face wasn’t. Her eyes fully rolling into the back of her head and her jaw finally relaxing as she let it all go. Once she’d stopped shaking and she’d come down from her high I very gently removed my fingers from her hole, relishing the ‘pop’ sound that came when my fingers fully made their way out. Alexia smiled at me dopily, her face still fresh with tears that were a mixture of frustration and orgasmic bliss.

She relaxed into my arms, pulling one of my arms over her waist so she could wrap herself in me, the both of us settling in to watch the rest of the movie.

“Ale’s crying!”

The voice came from a very excited Lucy Bronze, who was sitting on a bean bag a few feet away from us. Her words had the whole team turning around to look at us and I couldn’t help but snort as Alexia buried her head in the shoulder of my hoodie, clearly not bewildered about the idea of her teammates seeing her cry.

“What can I say, Ale’s a sucker for sad movies I guess.”

The group on the floor all started giggling, never having seen their team captain crying on a team movie night. I looked over towards Irene, who was looking at me with a glint of something else in her eye, like she knew we’d been up to something but she couldn’t pin down exactly what it was. I sent her a smirk, which was enough to confirm her suspicion but also give her absolutely zero assistance in trying to figure out what it was.

As the group turned back to watch the end of the movie I looked down at Ale, smiling at the pout that had found its way to her face.

“A sucker for sad movies, really?”

I snickered at her as quietly as I could, she was so vulnerable in the moment, so innocent.

“Did you want me to tell them that I’d just fucked you?”

My voice was quiet enough that I knew no one had heard but Ale seemed a little bit worried, shushing me and pushing a lone finger up to my mouth, silencing me quickly.

“Quiet, movies to focus on.”

Rolled my eyes at Ale’s antics but nodded along with her, turning my head back to the screen, letting Alexia relax properly into my body before I let myself focus properly on the movie.

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | explicit | 1.1k | tags: established relationship, sub!eddie, top!eddie, dom!steve, bottom!steve, porn with feelings, Good Boy Eddie | @steddielovemonth Love is liking the version of yourself you are with them the best by @tinytalkingtina | AO3)

Eddie has been called many things in his life. Some good, more bad.

He's been called a good friend, a herder of lost sheep, a dungeon master, a rock star, even a hero.

But he's also been called a pariah, a coward, a waste of space, a fuckup, trailer trash, a freak, a murderer, a monster.

But no one had ever called him a good boy. Not until Steve.

Ever since he was a little kid, Eddie had learned to fit in, to become whatever someone needed him to be.

When his ma got sick, he learned to be her sweet little boy, quiet and uncomplicated instead of loud and wild. To take up as little space as possible, one less thing for his mama to worry about.

After she died, Eddie learned to be self-reliant. An adult in a child's body, able to take care of himself because who else would. Whenever his father was around, he adopted the Munson charm, the easy smile and empty flattery. He learned how to hot-wire cars, pick locks, steal, lie.

In the process, he learned to hate himself and even more the path his father was trying to set him on.

It wasn't until he started living with his Uncle Wayne that he didn't know who to be, because his uncle never asked him to do anything but be himself. Which should have been a relief, but by then Eddie had almost forgotten who that was.

So he began to reinvent himself in ways that made sense to him.

A storyteller, like Tolkien, spinning tales through his campaigns and having his party hanging on his every word.

A rock star, like Osbourne, van Halen, or Hammett, who played his heart out and made himself heard through his music.

A rebel, like Bowie, who stood up for those who, like him, were on the fringes of society, being their shield and offering them a safe place and a community where they could be their wonderfully weird selves.

Those versions of him were all Eddie, but at the same time they weren't. Not all of him.

Not the soft parts, the sweet and sincere and quiet parts he thought he lost when his mom died. Being all that for her hadn't been enough, it hadn't saved her, so Eddie buried that part of himself with her and became someone else. Someone the world couldn't break so easily.

Until Steve.

Brave and reckless, kind and bitchy and oblivious, self-sacrificing and self-centered, vain and dorky Steve. An enigma if Eddie ever met one. One he couldn't get enough of, each layer a new but pleasant surprise.

With Steve, Eddie doesn't have to reinvent himself, doesn't have to be any of the stories or boxes or labels.

With Steve, Eddie can let go.

With Steve, Eddie can stop looking over his shoulder.

With Steve, Eddie can let down his guard and show his soft belly.

With Steve, Eddie can be a good boy, sweet and obedient and sincere.

"You're doing so good, baby, so good for me. Fucking me so well, so sweet, feeding me that thick cock of yours. Can feel it in my throat. All for me, my good boy treating me so well," Steve coos with his mouth right next to Eddie's ear. They've been at it for what seems like hours and Eddie is so far gone, trembling in Steve's arms as he keeps rocking his hips, the only thing on his mind is Steve. Being good for Steve.

He's already made Steve come down his throat, lapping up every single drop like the good boy he is, before opening Steve up with his fingers and tongue. He pulled another orgasm out of him as he kept stroking across his prostate while licking messily inside him where he had spread him open on his fingers.

Eddie thought they were done, but Steve had other plans as he gathered up his own cum to spread over Eddie's cock, intention clear. Eddie had hesitated, afraid to hurt Steve because it was too much. It was only when he told Eddie to fuck him with a smoldering look from under his lashes that he finally, carefully, pushed inside him.

He's been hard and aching ever since Steve pushed him to his knees and made him nuzzle the bulge in Steve's tight Levis.

He's been ready to come since Steve's cock hit the back of his throat, moaning so prettily as it fluttered around him.

He's been holding himself back from coming by the skin of his teeth since Steve started clinging to him, overstimulated and loving and everything Eddie could ever want, cooing the sweetest and filthiest praise as Eddie slid in and out of the hot, tight grip of his body.

"What do you want baby, tell me, I'll give you everything my sweet little thing, just tell me what you need." Steve's soothing voice washes over him and he realizes he's whimpering into the sweaty skin of Steve's neck.

"You," Eddie replies without hesitation. "Just you, wanna make you feel good, 's all I need, just you." He's babbling, too far gone to be anything close to coherent. Reduced to his soft, needy core. "Love you so much, wanna stay like this forever, never wanna leave you." Things he never thought he'd say out loud spill out of his mouth and he can feel Steve tighten around him, impossibly so and he's so close but he can't, not without -

"Eddie, baby, don't stop, 'm so close, I love you too," Steve pants before whimpering, "Oh God, you're making me come again, kiss me, please, baby, kiss me."

He can't really feel his body anymore, his mouth clumsily seeking Steve's, but he could never deny him anything. Especially not when he's begging him so sweetly.

They both come within seconds of each other, no more words needed. Steve, whose legs and arms are wrapped around Eddie so tightly that it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins, is the first to spill between their bellies. The fluttering of his hole, the bucking of his hips and the rhythmic way he clenches around him makes Eddie follow suit.

It almost hurts in its intensity after holding back for so long and he can't help the pitiful whimpering or the overwhelming tears.

Cradling Eddie's head in his giant hands, Steve wipes away the tears and kisses the whines from Eddie's trembling mouth. More tears follow, his love and devotion and gratitude for being loved in this way running down his cheeks as salty droplets, and Steve kisses them away as well.

"You were perfect," he whispers between his kisses, "I love you so much."

When his face is clean, the tears finally stopped, Eddie sinks back down onto the man beneath him. The man who gave him back this side of himself, a side he missed and mourned without even knowing it. A version of himself he has learned to love, to like best, thanks to Steve Harrington and his unwavering love for Eddie.

[neteyamssyulang]

† Scandalous consequences †

† Chapter 3 †

† For this story the humans use a shot to breath pandora air †

† Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem human reader †

† Summary: Your life was peaceful the last 4 months of your pregnancy, the birth of your children was celebrated with your friends who snuck off to see you. Unfortunately you also had two uninvited visitors.

† Warnings: Angst, Reader worried about Neteyam, Mentions of birth, Aonung being an asshole, Meyäi is a psycho.

† Total word count: 1,938 †

† Translation(s): Ikran -> Banshee, Mawey -> Calm, Ma’Ite -> My daughter, Sa’nok -> Mother, Hì'i tawtute -> Little human.

† Taglist: @papichulo120627 @livvieboo719 @xylianasblog @hannaxtakami @ikeyniofthetayrangi @Nattomat, @theyoungeagle @blushhpeachh @Celinad22 @ohshititsfenharel @ky44 @chershire23 @teyamshuman

The last four months of your pregnancy were spent peaceful on the island, occasionally Tsireya or Neteyam would stop by to bring you new clothes, food and also things for your baby.

Whenever Neteyam visited though, you couldn't help but feel guilty from what happened that night.

"Teyam, are you sure your ok?" You asked softly tracing the scar along his chest. Sighing, Neteyam nodded "I am fine y/n, do not worry about me."

It wasn't a subject Neteyam liked to bring up but you were worried, the only thing he told you was that after Tsireya took you, Aonung tackled him to the ground slashing him with his dagger.

You were happy he was alive yes but Neteyam looked so drained, what more had Aonung really done to him?..

The day continued on with Neteyam weaving some gifts for your baby, while you set up an area of the cave for the child.

When it came time for him to leave, you bid your goodbyes watching as he took off on his ikran back to awa'atlu.

Hopefully this would be enough for your child, you thought as you layed down on the cot Lo'ak made you, giving yourself the shot so you could breath again, you slowly began to drift off into a deep sleep.

Pain, that's all you felt when your eyes fluttered open, scorching pain from the top of your stomach down to between your legs. Your contractions had started.

Tears streamed down your face as you had an overwhelming sense to push, with your vision clouded by your tears you failed to notice the familiar figure of Neytiri rushing over towards you.

"Mawey ma'ite mawey.." her voice soothing as she carefully moved you onto your back,"I-it hurts!" You hiccuped. Neytiri frowned, her left hand moving to wipe your tears away.

The woman knew all to well the experience of childbirth, having 3 children herself "Breath y/n" she spoke softly.

You did your best to follow her instructions, breath in, breath out, push, and repeat. A bloodcurdling scream left your lips as another contraction happened.

Neytiri did her best to help you through the process while also trying to keep you conscious, It was only when you wanted to give up that a tiny cry sounded throughout the cave, followed by one more.

A smile crept up your lips as you looked at your children, cradled in the woman's arms. "It's twins!" she smiled, her tail swishing behind her. Moving closer she set both babies now wrapped in a cloth in each of your arms.

They were so beautiful, one twin a boy and one a girl. The boy looked a lot like Aonung whereas the girl resembled more of you, as much as you hated Aonung, you were grateful he gave you two precious little babies.

"What will you name them child?" Neytiri asked, her gaze drifting from you to the little bundles in your arms.

Thinking for a moment you spoke "How about Ira'na and Kai'su?" Kai'su was a name Neteyam mentioned to you, it meant ‘strong and brave’. Ira'na was one Kiri thought of, the name means 'light of my life' but it also has another variant 'Ira'nadi' which means 'light that guides my life.'

Neytiri nodded "Beautiful names Ma'Ite, even with Aonung not around, I know you will be a great sa'nok. We will also help in anyway we can"

The hours pass on with Neytiri helping you with the twins, as much as you wanted your friends to come and see the newborns, you knew it would be risky and couldn't risk Aonung hurting anyone again.

Everything was just so messed up, if you would have known Aonung was a lying, no good, two-face, cheating ass son of a bitch, you would have never even touched the man. Sorry, boy.

Once it became close to eclipse, you give Neytiri the ok to call Jake and the rest through the coms, by now everyone should be turning in for the night and Aonung is probably too busy with that whore to notice anything.

Carefully, the sullys along with Tsireya and Rotxo snuck out the village, then started making their way to the island, unfortunately a certain someone was out during that time and saw them.

The swim was long on ilu, Tsireya should know. By ikran it would've taken less time but also catch the attention of the scouts who patrolled the village.

Eventually they made it, disconnecting from the ilu then headed towards the cave you were staying in. Upon reaching it, everyone gasped, sure they knew you were having a baby but two babies?? It's never been heard of.

Jake knew though, how could he not? He grew up on earth where twins, triplets, and even quadruplets are possible to have. But no one expected a human and a na'vi to have twin babies.

Nevertheless, they celebrated the arrival of your babies, promising that with the next visit they'd bring gifts for them and of course for you as well.

Lo'ak and spider had Kai'su, claiming they'd be the favorite uncles whereas Kiri and Tsireya had little Ira'na. Rotxo and Neteyam stayed with you, mainly because the babies were being hogged by their siblings and also because they missed you.

Neytiri and Jake managed to cook up some egg stuffed mushroom with the resources on the island since they couldn't bring anything unfortunately. It was nice and soft and oh so delicious, apparently it was also Neteyam's favorite growing up.

Sitting back against the cave wall near the entrance, you watched as everyone was having fun when a voice cleared from beside you "What's wrong y/n? you do not seem happy" Neteyam frowned sitting down next to you.

"I am fine Teyam" you spoke, forcing a smile onto your face. Neteyam tsked while leaning closer "Do not lie to me y/n, what is wrong?"

Sighing you shrugged "I just, is it wrong that I feel bad about keeping the children away fr-" "Do not feel bad for that asshole y/n, he made his choice. Think of your children, do you want that kind of role model around them?"

Before you could speak, a chuckle came from the bushes to the side of you both."That's a bit hurtful Neteyam, I am a great role model."

Aonung emerged from the darkness with Meyäi by his side, she looked into the cave, her face having a look of disgust as she set her sights on your babies.

A growl rumbled through Aonung once he saw them "So, this is where you have been hiding from me. And now you plan to keep my own children away from me?","You don't even want them Aonung, leave y/n and her children alone" Neteyam hissed standing up.

You stood up but instead of staying behind him you walked up to Aonung,"They are my children, not yours, mine. And yes I do plan to keep them away from you!"

Aonung scoffed "I do not claim those demon blooded children, the only thing they are good for is serving me and Meyäi"

Meyäi giggled "Oh like what the humans call servents, can we use lashes on them when they disobey??"

That was the last straw, you jumped on Meyäi tackling her to the ground "No one is going to hurt my children!" Next thing Meyäi knew, she had a broken nose, a busted lip, and a black eye.

Neteyam was surpised, a small human like you managing to take down a na'vi. Aonung was furious though, he tore you off Meyäi, tossing you into the wall and helped her up.

Neteyam rushed to your side, picking you up then headed into the cave "We need to go, Now. Aonung and Meyä are here!"

Everyone hurried frantically to try and get up, Rotxo and Tsireya held onto the babies, making their way to the ilu's when Aonung lunged at them.

"Give me the little brats!" he commanded at his siblings who shook their heads,"These are innocent children brother, your children, if you would only just accept them."

Rotxo nodded "Our sister is right Aonung, these children are gifts from eywa. Please do not do this to them."

Aonung laughed "You think I will accept these half breeds? Me and Meyäi would make far more beautiful children, ones without demon blood."

That just make your blood boil "They are beautiful!, it does not matter if they have demon blood or not. Now kids with Meyäi would sure be a jump scare."

Neteyam was quick to move out the way before Meyäi could lunge at you, her fangs showing off as she hissed. While Aonung and Meyäi were distracted with you, Tsireya and Rotxo along with everyone else tried to make their getaway but not before getting surrounded in the water by a few guards.

Aonung stepped closer, ignoring Neteyam's warning hiss "I will always find you hì'i tawtute, no matter where you go, your children will be coming with me now." As he was speaking, Meyäi snuck away, rummaging quietly through your belongings till she found the needle you used to breath Pandoran air. Slipping it into a pouch tied to her loincloth, she snuck back to her original spot by Aonung.

With a smile, she and Aonung turned around, walking back to where Aonung's tsurak was in the water before getting on and making their way back towards the village along with your children and friends.

You broke down immediately, sobbing into Neteyam's chest. He wanted nothing more than to take your pain away, give it to himself instead so you could be happy once more.

Walking to a nearby tree, he sat down leaning back against it so he could properly hold you. His large arms wrapped around your smaller frame as he whispered in your ear "Shh, it's ok y/n. We'll get them back, I promise."

Sniffling you leaned back slightly with his hold on you loosening "How Teyam? Him and that slut won't just give me back my children."

Neteyam sighed, placing his left hand on your cheek "We'll find a way, don't worry. I'm sure Tsireya and Rotxo are trying to reason with him as we speak."

You nodded and layed your head back against his chest "They don't deserve this.. only just been born a few hours ago.."

He gently rubbed your back, while his tail wrapped around your thigh as a way of comforting you. "None of you deserve this."

"For the last time sister, give me the child!" Aonung snarled at Tsireya. He had already managed to get the girl from Rotxo who Meyäi was currently holding.

Tsireya hissed, keeping little Kai'su close to her "You will not take him!" With the snap of his fingers, Aonung had two warriors hold Tsireya while he walked up, yanking the child from her arms.

His face softened for a second, seeing this small miniature version of him. But grimaced once he remembered they have demon blood running through them.

Aonung had the warriors take Tsireya to a small hut, located at the edge of the village. The sullys and Rotxo were currently tied up inside it with two guards stationed outside.

Meyäi walked up to him smiling "Ma'nung, look at what else we got" with one hand she opened the pouch tied to her loincloth, and pulled out the needle making Aonung's eyes widen."That's the needle y/n uses to breath our air isn't it?"

Meyäi nodded "Of course it is, without it she'll die and we can finally be together."

[tosomeonessomeone]

Hi honey!! I have gotten an idea for you to continue if you like it! i’m so sorry this got long.. i got carried away :3

tw drinking + drug use!

vampire minho x human afab reader

https://open.spotify.com/track/552ixkxUI6snTyEcZUlYRN?si=3hwAKIvPS9u3DxLlHttScA <- OT8 VER of road not taken basically. (lyrics fit the vibe more then the actual song, so you can choose a song if you’d like to fit better!)

MINHOS OUTFIT INSPO!! (this is what inspired me) https://pin.it/UOJYZqSpA

During their October trip, YN and her friends chose to stay at a cabin, due to the fact thatHalloween was around the corner.

Situated amidst an eerie forest, you and the other girls decide to play truth or dare while getting high and drinking. After a few rounds, one of your friends dared you to explore the route marked with a sign that said, "road not taken," making it obvious that you should not go further. Even yet, you found it exhilarating despite being intoxicated. You were warmed up from the drink, not caring enough to put on a jacket. Dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a crop top, you set off along the trail.

After venturing for a little while, you found another cabin, although it appeared to be much older than the one you were staying in. You considered it for a moment before climbing the old, rickety stairs and peering through the oddly open door. You was surprised to see how well-kept it was inside, and after deciding not to push further, you turned to leave.

Leaping out of your skin, you were startled to see a man standing at the foot of the steps. He was about 5'7 or 5'8 with dark hair and a good body, as you observed his attire consisted of a red shirt with two chains connecting at the collar and black trousers with two chains fastened to the waistband, he stole your attention to his face, he asks, "Can I help you?"

His voice was condescending.

"Uhh.." It took you a moment to realise what was going on. "I was dared to travel down the trail...," you stammer a little and grab the door frame to steady yourself. The man looks at your clothes and raises an eyebrow. "So You thought you could explore my house, huh?"

You mumble with a quick shake of her head, "No, just the trail. I apologise, I wasn’t going to enter.”

He stands there staring at you for seconds, before his facial expressions turn stern. He walks towards you slowly, making you shiver and unable to make eye contact. He stops just in front of you and speaks in a low, soft voice, "You do realise that you’re lucky to come across me here. These woods are not a safe place for a young girl like you to be wandering all alone."

you swallow due to your throat becoming dry, feeling yourself becoming increasingly nervous despise the drugs and alcohol within your system. You slowly back away, almost inside his house accidentally, feeling the urge to get away from him and his piercing gaze. But, unfortunately fate isn’t on your side as he steps forward quickly, grabbing your wrist. You stare up at him.

He leans in closer, his breath caressing your neck, his tone becomes more playful as he whispers, "A young girl like you is hardly dressed appropriately for exploring my woods…” He tilts his head, upwards more towards your ear, “You look quite vulnerable as you stand there with your neck exposed. I could easily have my way with you right now.”

“Your woods?” You whispered, repeating him.

"Yes, Dear, my woods. This place belongs to me, and anyone who wanders in is fair game for me to play with.”

His eyes begin to have an eerie, glowing red hue "Would you like to know my name, darling? I shall warn you, however, that once you say it, you will become subservient to my every whim and bound to serve me.”

He steps back, “Are you brave enough to take on the challenge?"

ANNNDDD YOU CAN CONTINUE💗

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I adore it immensely! So captivating! 🔥

I'm in the process of working on it, my apologies for the delay! Work demanding a significant amount of time.

[magnolia-sunrise]

The way you explore Bastien’s sense of identity through his presentation reminds me of an OC of mine, so they might see eye to eye in at least some respects! My guy Evan (he/him) is a fat trans man who figured out he was trans a little late into his teenage years because he was too preoccupied being the third parent to his three younger siblings. Eventually this fact about himself was too strong for him to ignore, though, and thus he quickly began the process of socially transitioning and gradually sought medical transition as well. He changed names several times throughout this period (Callum, Beck, Rory, and many others among them)

His parents… They weren’t *un*supportive, but in the very least his mother, who saw a lot of herself in her oldest child, indulged his desire to transition while never quite shaking his deadname out of her vocabulary, you know? Especially with him changing names *so* often, it’s just *so* hard to remember which one is right these days. And Evan wanted to maintain a relationship with his parents for a long time (honestly what he wanted was to stay close to his siblings, the youngest of whom is 13 years younger than him). It wasn’t until after he met his eventual spouse, Isador (he/she), who called him by the right name consistently, who encouraged him to experiment and figure out what he liked about being trans, and who showed him what supportive family looks like (Isador was raised by her grandmother who absolutely loves the hell out of her grandkid), that he eventually got the courage to confront his parents. This eventually leads to him going no-contact with said parents, although his siblings reach back out to him on their own

It takes a WHILE for Evan to feel comfortable circling back to femininity for himself, and to feel totally comfortable in his body even then. He grows out a beard and dresses in layers to kind of hide how his body looks underneath. He pushed his feminine hobbies and interests to the side Hard when he started socially transitioning, because he convinced himself he Had to, and instead leans hard into new hobbies like handiwork and cars. Once again he’s content to simply push through the feelings as though they’re small, until they’re too big to ignore. Years down the line, after he and Isador are married, he can admit to himself that Christina Aguilera may still be one of his favourite artists. After they have a daughter together, he comes back to the mending skills he learned as a kid in order to fix her dolls — and maybe even make her some, when he feels brave enough

Evan also tends to be good at reading people and social settings, and if he knew Bastien to any degree, I think he’d be thrilled to see how their sense of personal style and the way they carry themselves changes over time. It’s good to see :)

(Wolfgang and Isador would also absolutely queen out. That’s a separate thing skhdjssjg)

(sorry for getting to this a bit late i got this ask as i was heading out!)

helloooo Evan(and Isador!!) so nice to meet them :") <3 !

really really love how much care and love you put into his story and the realistic and long identity journey (some of the family stuff really hits so hard).

i don't post about this stuff much since its not relevant to the story and i like exploring my characters identities in relation to each other but Bastien left his family when he was fairly young to get himself out of that town and that deeply supressive environment and off to med school as far away as possible, and they've been no contact pretty much since. he used to be a twinkish dyke, and then a dykish twink early on in university and that environment was really fundamental in experimenting with gender and sexuality for him. he was also really lonely, and unsure of anything - getting himself DIY testoterone and then waffling whether he actually wanted to go on it, then waffling about some of the changes, then waffling about top surgery (so he spent some years walking around with mustache and tits) just. a lot of anxiety and stress all the time, they preferred to just put their studies ahead of anything else and only engage in sexuality in terms of one night flings on campus. then after one dramatic event and a shoulder injury, continuing studies was no longer an option and his life just. shattered.

this is where Matteo came into his life in a bigger way, and immediately he was someone really attractive because he seemed so confident, his life figured out, future lined out. it was intoxicating to be in the presence of someone so self assured without a care in the world. who in turn also accepted Bastien - at least back then, when he was a depressed twink Matteo could "save"- and motivated him. but ultimately it was like jumping from one form loneliness and isolation into another form of it, now depending on his cis partner, surrounded by Matteos cis rich friends. his body still changing, gaining weight, feeling unattractive to his partner and locked into specific way of gender and sexuality expression, losing sense of his identity and what they even wanted to do with their life. its so alienating.

all this is to say-- i think if Bastien knew somemone like Evan early on, he would have really loved to have a friend like that - someone going through similar experiences i feel like they could have found a lot of strength and support in each other :") i think if they stayed in touch and friendly over the years, they could have been really positive influences on each other and maybe Bastien would not have such deep seated issues opening up to other people and even to himself. lost in the thought imagining the happiness Bastien would feel visiting Evan's family and seeing the pure love and joy there and what it took to get there its just :"))))) maybe he even would have the strength to leave his unhappy relationship seeing what it's like to be *actually* really accepted when seeing how Isador loves Evan :"))

thank you for sharing!!

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Muse || Vaas Montenegro

Warning(s): The Pocky Game, bored Vaas, OC (Liv), Vaas being Vaas, short one-shot.

An unexpected storm blew in from the southwest, hitting the Rook Islands like a freight train. Liv found herself caught in it, hiding in her cage at the outpost like a stray. The wind was so strong that it made the rain feel like needles were pricking her skin. She hugged her body close, but it made no difference. And to make matters worse, Vaas was bored. 

Liv never thought she would see the day. On top of being rather clever and unpredictable, Vaas was also creative, even though his ideas were atrocious. She truly believed that braving the storm, as opposed to braving him, was the smartest option; the lesser of two evils. 

This is why she was distraught when Carlos forced her from the cage and took her to the hut that Vaas was currently shut up in. At the front door, she turned to the pirate, pleading to him with her eyes.

“It's such a beautiful day. Can't I just sit in my cage and enjoy it?” 

Carlos gave her a look of disbelief like she had grown an extra head. 

“You have finally lost your fucking mind.” 

She would lose more than her mind if she was Vaas’ last option for entertainment.

“He's waiting,” Carlos mentioned, motioning toward the hut.

Liv tossed him an angry look, then plodded through the front door. As she turned the corner into the bedroom, she saw Vaas sitting at the desk in front of the laptop, watching Zack Snyder's ‘Dawn of the Dead’; it was either a pirated copy, or he found it in someone's suitcase. While he seemed content with the movie, he was bouncing his leg like a stressed-out parent beneath the desktop. He cut his eyes to her and opened his mouth, but whatever he was in the process of saying was lost as he noticed the state of her person, soaked from head to toe. 

“Were you raised by animals? Go change your fucking clothes. You are getting water on my floor,” Vaas chided. He motioned behind him to a pile of suitcases across the room. Some of them were new. “¿Ya nadie tiene modales (does no one have manners anymore)?”

Liv tightened her jaw. It was not like she wanted to entertain him. She was content with sitting out in the damn storm. Without protesting, she strode over to the suitcases and rummaged through them, choosing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that she could tie off. As she was standing, she noticed a familiar rectangular box amongst the bathroom products. 

“No way,” she uttered, picking it up. “Look what I found.” 

Vaas paused the movie and peeked over his shoulder, having to squint to read the words printed on the front. 

“The fuck is Pocky?”

“It's a snack from Japan, but you can buy them in convenience stores in America,” Liv answered. She looked at the expiration date and grinned in excitement. “Someone must have brought them on the flight over. I love these things. Chocolate is my favorite, but the strawberry sticks are great too.” 

Besides movies, Vaas had never seen her so enthralled in something. He had no idea she liked sweets. He snorted and watched her put them down on the bed, before hurrying into the next room with her arms full of clothes. When she reappeared, she snatched up the pink box and sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Do you want one?” She asked as she tore open the lid.

Why the fuck not. Vaas shrugged his shoulders. Taking one from her, he took a tentative bite. It was not bad for a biscuit stick with an artificial coating. 

“This gets you wet, no?” 

Liv felt her face heat up. 

“I don't know what it is about them, but they are like crack.” 

Vaas snorted. 

“My friends and I used to play the Pocky Game with them. Invite a big group and see who would bitch out first,” she added. “It's an innocent game, though it led to a few weird hookups. And there's even a drinking game.” 

Vaas could not imagine what sort of game she was referring to. The name seemed ridiculous enough.

“Show me.”

Liv felt her heart race.

“I don't think you'd like it. I mean…it's a game for teenagers.”

“Fóllame (fuck me). You brought it up,” Vaas pointed out. He switched from the chair to the bed, snatching the box from her. “Show me. Come on.” 

Liv tightened her jaw. Why did she have to mention the game?

“So, you take a stick and put one end in your mouth, and I put the other end in mine. We have to maintain eye contact as we each eat to the middle. If the stick breaks, or one of us bitches out, then we lose. It's a tie if…if we kiss.”

Vaas grinned. “Lady and the Tramp, no?”

Liv nodded. It was exactly like that. She figured the concept of the game would sound childish to Vaas, that he would turn it down, but when he slid a stick from the box and placed the coated end against her lips, her heart raced. 

“Be a good girl, querida (darling). Ábreme (open up for me).” 

She nearly whined. As much as she did not want to anger him, she was nervous. Vaas was in no way a coward. She knew that he would take it to the end and kiss her. But was she ready for that? She was not sure. 

“There are other games we can–”

“Abre tu boca por mí (open your mouth for me).” Interjected Vaas. 

Hesitantly, she did so. Vaas slid the coated end into her mouth, then placed the other end into his mouth. His eyes kept hers as they began to eat the Pocky, but even he could see how nervous she was. Her pale skin was red as though she had sat hours in the sun and her blue eyes were glossy. When their lips came close to touching, he reached up and flicked the stick hard, breaking it. 

Liv sat back in shock. Why did he do that? She took the remaining stick from her mouth and tried to ask him, but Vaas gently squeezed her cheeks, puckering her lips; she reminded him of a Naso Tang.

“First kisses have to be special, no?” He winked, then released her. 

Tossing her a stick, Vaas stood with a grin.

“Like crack, you say.” 

He knew Liv would snap him out of his boredom. She was his muse after all. 

It was later that she learned what Vaas did with the remaining sticks, playing a twisted version of the Pocky Game with a few prisoners who were unfortunate enough to not have buyers. Their partners were not humans, however, but vicious crocodiles and cassowaries. 

Liv was fortunate, she realized, and never whined again about having to entertain Vaas. 

[blackbird-brewster]

Euphoria

Jay (Trans man JJ)/ Tara || Rated: T || WC: 1132 Prompts: Lingerie (for @cmkinkbingo2024) and 'A buys B gender affirming lingerie' (for @imagining-in-the-margins Pride Challenge) Additional Tags: T4T relationship, gender dysphoria, gender euphoria, coming out

Jay Jareau recently came out to his friends and family as trans, but he still doesn't feel like the man he wants the world to know. Good thing his girlfriend, Tara, knows exactly how to help.

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Jay Jareau was in an extremely important turning point in his life. He'd only recently come out to his friends and family, which was massive in and of itself, but on top of telling everyone he was now Jay and not 'Jennifer' -- he had also started dating his best friend and colleague, Tara.

The pair had been close for as long as he could remember. Tara was one of the most amazing people he knew and when she asked him out on a date, he'd been ecstatic. Before he realised he was trans, he'd spent many years being quietly in love with Tara, but he'd never been brave enough to do anything about his feelings. Now, he knew his inaction had been largely due to the notion that he couldn't let someone in, couldn't expect someone to love him and understand him, when (at the time) he didn't even know himself yet.

It was so freeing for Jay to be finally living authentically as the man he was supposed to be, but coming out was only the first step in the process. Ever since he was a kid, he'd dreamed of having a 'boy's' body and while he was slowly figuring out how to achieve that in reality, the truth was, his current outward appearance was the total opposite of those fanciful mental images. Other than chopping off his long hair, nothing else about his appearance had changed since coming out.

Tara had never really struggled with dysphoria, neither before, nor after her own transition, but that didn't mean she couldn't sympathise with her boyfriend. She was always happy to ask him how and where he wanted to be touched when they had sex, while also using whatever terms made him comfortable when talking about his body.

Seeing as her boyfriend loved when she talked about how sexy his dick was, Tara took it upon herself to order him something very special. She'd spent weeks looking online at any and every queer shop she could find that specialised in gender affirming garments until she finally found something that simply screamed Jay's name.

His birthday wasn't for another two weeks, but she was far too excited to wait that long. As soon as the package arrived, she'd called to invite him over for the night. She'd just finished wrapping her gift when there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, handsome," she grinned as she let him in.

"Hey beautiful," he replied with an equally dopey smile. He meant it too, Tara truly was beautiful. No matter how long they'd known each other, every time he saw her his breath hitched in his chest at her sheer radiance.

She pulled the giftbag out from behind her back. "Happy birthday."

"Tara, my birthday isn't for weeks," Jay chuckled.

"I'm impatient," she replied. "Open it!"

The bag was multiple shades of blue and the handles were tied together with pink, white, and blue ribbons, reminiscent of the trans pride flag. He got the ribbons off and dug through the tissue paper until he felt soft fabric. He pulled out the garment and looked at her in confusion, "You got me....underwear?"

"Yep."

"Uhm, thanks?" he responded, unsure of what else to say. Tara was notorious for giving thoughtful gifts, she'd never missed his birthday in the years they'd been friends, and while it was easy to forget most generic gifts he'd received, Jay never forgot a single one that Tara gave him because they were always so special. The pair of briefs in his hand, however, seemed to be extremely generic.

She let him stew in the awkwardness for a moment before finally letting him in on the joke. "Come on, handsome. I want to make sure they fit and then, I'll show you what they're for."

"What they're for? Tara, I know how to wear underwear."

"Hush," she scolded playfully. She took his hand and walked him to the bathroom.

"Babe, I don't think I need help trying on a pair of --"

She kissed him to interrupt his objection, when she pulled away she glared at him. "I said, hush."

She took the boxer briefs out of his hand and flipped them inside out to reveal some kind of pocket behind the fabric fly. "You get it now?"

He clearly didn't, because he was still staring at her like he was waiting for her to say this was all an elaborate gag. She sighed, "Jay, it's a pair of underwear that doubles as a harness. As in, you can pack and play in them."

"Pack and play?" he repeated slowly. His eyes lit up as he finally realised what he was looking at. "Oh! Oh!"

He hadn't experimented with packing yet, though he had talked about it at length with his girlfriend. He started running his hands over the underwear, exploring the intricate design with wonder. Now that he understood it's purpose, he could see where a packer would fit in the pocket and if he wanted to hard pack, the o-ring would act like any other strap-on harness, so he would be able to just whip his dick out of his underwear and fuck his girlfriend. The thought send shivers down his spine.

"Thank you so much. I can't wait to try them out!" He threw his arms around Tara, kissing her passionately in gratitude. He muttered a soft, "I love you," into the kiss and she pulled back to meet his eyes, unsure if she'd heard him right. He smiled and repeated the sentiment, "I'm in love with you, Tara."

"You do?"

"Of course I do," he replied. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

She raised a brow in intrigue. She'd spent years trying to get him to notice how much she cared about him and although Jay was a world-class profiler, he really was oblivious when it came to matters of the heart. If Tara hadn't been the one to finally ask him out, she could say, without a doubt, he would still be oblivious to her feelings for him. "If that's true, then why is this the first time I'm hearing it?"

"Because, I wasn't actually me yet," he responded simply. "How could I ask you to love me when I wasn't even me yet?"

"Well, as if there was any doubt..." Tara smiled until her freckled nose scrunched up with joy and understanding. "Jay, I love you too. I love all of you. I love you for the man you are. I love you for the man you'll become. I love you, I love you, I love you."

He blinked back tears as he kissed her again and for the very first time since he'd come out as trans, Jay Jareau finally felt like himself.

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 63: One Thing Right- Marshmallow

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness Chapter warnings: Grief, SMUT

Translations: ad'ika: little one ba'vodu: aunt/uncle karyai: central room in a traditional Mandalorian dwelling ni kartayli gar darasuum: I love you for eternity B’kaysh buire: Her parents b'kaysh vode: His brothers Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde: we are one together, we are one apart, we will share all, we will raise warriors riduurok: wedding pact ram'ser: Sniper/marksman riduurika: little wife riduure: spouses

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The Havoc Marauder had landed back on Pabu late at night, so the Batch decided to go to bed and deal with whatever came in the morning when they collected Mayrin. It was before dawn when Miria woke up, pushing back the curtains in the dark hold just in time to see Crosshair walking down towards the bridge. Something in the Force felt like this was more than just a trip to the fresher, so she slipped out of bed and followed him. 

He’d picked up a flashlight on his way out, and was holding it up as he stopped in front of the wall, examining it. At first, he noticed his own name and shook his head derisively as he examined the little trinkets left behind. Omega had replaced Lula with her trooper doll, the box of toothpicks, a scope, a letter, a bottle of whiskey… 

Miria stepped up next to him, and he looked at her. “I wasn’t dead.” 

“I know… the others thought it would be like a summons. Calling you home.” She touched the shelf gently. “We all put something up here, hoping to see you again.” 

His fingers brushed over hers, then lower to where Tech’s name was burned into the wall. She heard him swallow in the dark of the ship and his voice cracked. “... Tell me how it happened. Omega…. Didn’t want to explain.”

“I was with Echo and Rex, freeing clones from the Empire.” She said softly. “I’d left to search for you, and they offered to share resources. We attacked an Imperial convoy, and rescued some clones being taken to Tantiss. Everything was too encrypted for us to crack alone, so we came back to Pabu to ask Tech to look at it. He proved you’d been taken prisoner, and that Hemlock would be meeting with Tarkin on Eriadu. The plan was to put a tracker on his ship and follow him back to you. But… Saw Guerra had already infiltrated the base, and we lost control of the situation. There was a rail car, and while Tech was trying to get it functional after being damaged, he was shot off the top. He caught a dart line, but one car was pulling the other down. I tried to get to him, but the weight was so precariously balanced, and he told us to sever the hinge and let him go…. I was almost close enough to pull him to me in the Force, when he shot the hinge himself to save us instead…” She wiped an errant tear from her cheek. “I ordered him not to, but… he said ‘When have we ever followed orders?’. Like the brave, genius idiot he was…” 

Crosshair sank to his knees beside her, and Miria went down with him. His head fell to her chest and he cried, near silent but not quite, as he mourned his brother and the fact that the last time he’d seen Tech he had accused the Batch of not being loyal to him. Tech had been loyal. He’d given everything for that loyalty.

Miria hugged him tight to her, head on top of his, and pressed her lips to his forehead. It hurt, and it was the first time since it had happened that she’d been able to process the loss and what it meant for the rest of their lives. She’d gone from watching him fall to running for her life, then to being held captive in a madman’s laboratory… Now, in the aftermath of everything shattering around them, they could pick up the pieces and try to make sense of the future. One without info-dumps in the cockpit or “technically” being used to start every rebuttal. There would be no more lifted index finger or the shift of goggles before Tech had an idea. There would be no more constant recordings, and still shots sent to Crosshair’s datapad of himself and Miria just because Tech knew he’d want the pictures. 

“I thought…” Crosshair finally rasped. “When we first got engaged… that when it finally happened he would be here.” He muttered. “That he’d be quoting obscure cultural practices none of us had ever heard of or something…” 

“Me too.” She nodded, hugging him closer. “I miss just hearing him fill the silence.” 

They shifted, until Miria was leaning on the wall under the memorial and Crosshair was laying with his head in her lap, both of them quiet. Miria cradled his head, closing her eyes. “He loved you.” She finally said softly. “Tech loved you so much.”

“I know.” He whispered. He didn’t have to ask her to stay with him through his grief. He knew she would, and as her soft fingers brushed his buzzed silver hair he felt the weight of it ease with a burden shared. Miria knew what he felt…

In the morning when Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega found them asleep under Tech’s name with the early pink tinges of the rising sun showing the salt trails on their cheeks… they knew too.

“Morning, Mother.” Miria yawned at the breakfast table, pouring herself a cup of tea. She was still in her loose nightgown. “How was Mayrin?”

Annalise smiled. “She was good. She got a little fussy about an hour after Echo told us you’d landed and I couldn’t figure out why for the life of me. But she settled after about a half hour.” 

Hunter glanced at Crosshair. “Was that when we started screaming at each other, or when the wyrm attacked us?”

“Both?” The sniper reached out for his daughter, ignoring Annalise’s horrified face in favor of cradling Mayrin in one arm and his caf in the other hand. “What was all that screaming about, ad’ika? We were fine.” 

“Do you think she knew you were in trouble?” Jet frowned. 

“A wyrm!?” Annalise yelped.

Miria nodded. “We survived, Mother. It’s okay.” She took a sip of her tea and leaned over to look at Mayrin. “Did you sense it in the Force,  starshine?” 

Mayrin blinked at her, eyes fuzzy and soft, before reaching out towards Miria’s face with a burbling sound. Crosshair chuckled. “Traitor.” 

Miria gave her both Rosie and a finger to hold while she had breakfast, letting Crosshair keep snuggling her. He needed a pick-me-up from their little one after their night spent on the floor of the ship. She wouldn’t worry him about the panic attack yet, until she got AZI to confirm it wasn’t a broken rib. She almost hoped it was… It would be easier to deal with. 

Aram tried not to laugh at the indignant look on Annalise’s face about her worries being dismissed. “Let’s talk about this wedding. I completely remade your dress.”

Miria squinted. “We were only gone three days, Aram.”

“I know. But we have everything ready and Shep’s got half the island in on it. Apparently saving his daughter from a sea swell really made you popular around here.” He grinned. “I’ve already told him and he’s starting the food. Your mom finished the cake last night.” 

Crosshair raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got an entire event planned without any input from at least the bride? I don’t know much about weddings but I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to pick stuff.”

“I’ve been picking her brain about it since we met. She just didn’t realize.” Aram looked pleased. “So we’ll get started after breakfast. Everyone’s setting up tables and bringing food down to the beach. The procession starts up here and Ada’s got flowers all over the walking paths, and petals for Omega. She’s the flower girl. Ba’vodu Jet built a gazebo and seats for some of the guests, but some are gonna have to stand. You guys will have your vows, and then the food and cake your mom finished last night will be right there for a party of a lifetime.” 

Miria chuckled. “All sorted out, then?”

“There’s more.” Irene smiled. “I helped your dad build a sort of karyai for you two for the night, on the beach. It’s secure, but private. No one wants to spend their wedding night in a ship hold.” 

“Especially with a newborn.” Jet chuckled. “We’ll be happy to keep her one more night. It’s been a while since you two got any alone time, right?” 

Crosshair buried his face in his coffee cup, so he didn’t have to answer the man whose daughter he had been fucking in the back of the Marauder for almost three years before the war ended. Miria did the same, cheeks also red. “.... that’s very considerate, Father.”

“My baby’s getting married. Most father’s dream of this.” Jet reached over, tipping Miri’s chin up to face. “I never thought I’d get the chance when you went to the Jedi, and then I thought I lost you forever in the collapse of the Republic. Give an old man a chance to see his dream.” 

“Your dream is for me to get married?” Miria blinked. 

“My dream is you, Miria.” He patted her cheek lovingly. “Your mother’s too. Why do you think we gave you a name that means miracle?” 

She smiled, eyes shining as she set her teacup down to throw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Father.” 

Crosshair watched with wide eyes at the exchange, then looked down at Mayrin. He understood. This little girl was his dream. 

Miria smiled and pulled back from Jet. “And you’re not old, Father.”

“Grandpas are supposed to be old.” He laughed, before looking at Crosshair. “Take care of my little girl. This won't be the first time I've had to give her away.”

“Yes sir.” He nodded. 

Aram smiled. “Okay, you two are cute. But I'm stealing Miri now, you can have her back this afternoon. Ada, you're in charge of the Batch.” 

Argais chuckled. “Have fun, son.”

Aram physically plucked Miria from her chair and carried her into the ship he'd arrived in with Annalise on his heel. Argais took another sip of his morning tea. “It won't take you nearly as long to get ready, but I do recommend showers.”

Miria had been washed, dried, curled, painted, polished, and pressed. Annalise was putting the last of a set of silver hair ornaments, covered with beautiful lavender and pink enamel flowers, in her hair. “I wore these when I married your father, and you can pass them down to Mayrin.” Annalise beamed. 

Miria smiled, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She'd seen so many versions of herself in a mirror in the past. A sickly Jedi, a proud veteran, a dying fugitive, a lethal Mandalorian, an exhausted prisoner… each had sat in front of her and had their turn to display a facet and flaw of her. But the woman in the mirror now was a beautiful Nabooian maiden. Her eyeshadow was silver and eyeliner black, while the circles painted on her cheeks and line from the traditional Nabooian lipstick that continued down her chin were red as roses. 

The dress Aram had made was Nabooian style, the bodice white with silver moon accents and pink blossoms. The skirt was gauzy white fabric that shifted and let pink end purple under layers peek out; showing more silver and pink blossom embroidery. To her shoulders fastened more flowing white chiffon, like a split cloak meant to catch the sea breeze and sway gracefully.

“I've never felt so beautiful.” She looked up at Aram, who was happily in an outfit of deep purple with his recently repainted gold beskar bearing the Vizla crest over top. “Thank you.”

“Everyone deserves to feel pretty on their wedding day. Hopefully you won't be too disappointed in what Crosshair Is wearing.”

“Oh Force. What did you do?” She giggled. 

“I got distracted fixing this for you, since you had the the audacity to lose weight when captured. So I tailored his dress uniform to the measurements I got before he accused me of groping him. I'd already fixed Echo’s a couple months ago to account for his scomp.”

“I'd never be disappointed. He looks good in that uniform.” She laughed, turning around. Jet was setting a flower crown on Omega’s curls, the girl dressed in a silver-gray kimono covered in pink flowers. “Look at you, padawan mine. How pretty.”

“Not as pretty as the bride.” Omega grinned. 

Annalise nodded, adjusting the collar of her blush battledress with her own beskar (painted like a sunrise with purple eyes on the pauldrons) over top. Jet wore a gray flight suit that had been cleaned and ironed under his black armor adorned with red roses and white thorns. 

Sometimes Miria forgot the whole family had been adopted into Irene's clan, since she wore her identity so proudly… but there was something she liked about being the special occasion that brought out their beskar best. “Did Uncle wear armor?”

“No. He has some, but he wanted to wear something else for this.” Annalise smiled, glancing at her comm. “That's Irene. They're ready for us down at the beach.”

“Before we go, there's something I want to do. Omega, will you come with me?” Miria stood, taking her bouquet of lively tropical flowers and holding a hand out to the girl. Omega grabbed her basket of petals, and they stepped out of the rebellion ship and crossed the ground to the open Marauder. 

Miria led Omega to the memorial, and slowly put a flower on the shelf. “If it can bring Crosshair back home, maybe it'll bring Tech’s spirit to us today.” She said softly. “That’s all I can hope for now, padawan mine.”

Omega nodded, taking a petal from her basket and stretching to put it up too. “I hope so.”

Miria took a deep breath. “No tears today. Only remembrance, and joy. Right?”

“Right.”

They walked back out. Aram had a knowing smile on his face. “Omega, you'll lead the way down, okay?”

The girl nodded and got in front of Miria as her parents each linked one arm into hers, their helmets on their opposite hips. Aram brought up the rear, and they started their procession down to the beach. 

At the shore, Crosshair was for once inspecting every detail of his uniform to be sure it was right. Hunter laughed. “You look fine, vod.”

“I need to not fuck this up.” Crosshair grumbled. 

“You won't. She's on her way down, and she’d marry you if you were in a flour sack.” Echo pointed out. 

“How long will it take her to get down here?” The anxious groom looked up at the cliffside, but there was no sign of the bride. 

“However long it takes five people to walk in formation down the mountain with at least one in a fancy dress.” Wrecker laughed, ushering them up on the gazebo platform with Irene and Argais, who had Mayrin. 

“Five?” Crosshair frowned. 

“Omega’s the flower girl, Aram is honor guard, and her parents are giving her away.” Irene chuckled. 

“... Giving her away sounds strange. Is that a Naboo thing?” Crosshair looked up at the mountainside again. All he could see was the top of Aram’s curly head over the rock wall, halfway down now. 

“It's a common practice in Naboo to give away the bride. But since this is a Nabooian and Mandalorian ceremony, your brothers and I decided to make it fair.” Irene chuckled. Hunter and Echo each grabbed one of Crosshair’s arms, turning him to face the way Miria would come with Wrecker taking the honor guard spot behind them. 

“As your sergeant and corporal, we're giving you away too.” Hunter snickered. “So it's equal.”

Crosshair looked back and forth between them. “... I hate you.”

“No you don't.” Echo smirked. ��And even if you do, you're about to quit complaining. Cause here's your bride.”

The sniper’s head whipped around as the bridal party came into view. He thought he'd seen Miria in every state she could be, from Coruscanti galas to bloodstained armor or nothing at all… but the radiant woman floating towards him like a flower petal on the breeze was the most perfect thing he'd ever seen. Her smile lit up when she saw him, and he forgot everything he'd ever complained about since the day he learned to talk. 

None of it mattered, when she loved him. She loved him. She loved him. 

Omega walked right to Irene, opposite Argais and the baby. The delighted cheers of their friends and neighbors on Pabu faded away, until all she saw was the family in front of her. 

She smiled and looked at Crosshair. “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.”

Crosshair chuckled. Irene held her hands up. “Now to begin. Who gives the bride to wed?”

Jet smiled. “B’kaysh buire.”

“And the groom?”

Hunter grinned, having the time of his life. “B’kaysh vode.”

“Then let them go.” Irene nodded. Her parents and his brothers released them both, and they crossed the two steps to get to each other with grasping hands. Irene smiled and let them have a moment before nodding again. “Make your vows.”

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” They'd both been practicing all morning, and the words had never sounded so sweet as when Miria’s voice curled around Crosshair’s. 

“The riduurok is complete. I pronounce you Miria and Crosshair Halcyon, of House Draper and Clan Vizla, by laws of Mandalore and Naboo. Ram'ser, if you don't kiss the girl I'll shoot you in the foot.”

“Not going to be a problem.” Crosshair muttered, pulling Miria to him. Sure as the dawn met sunrise, their lips met and he scooped her off her feet into his arms. 

When they broke apart, half of Pabu was cheering and clapping, delighted to see them looking so happy. Miria rested her forehead against Crosshair’s, arms around his shoulders. “You know, darling, it’s traditional to dance at weddings. Are you going to tell me you don’t dance this time?”

Crosshair chuckled. “I do tonight.” And he kissed her again.

Miria had never been so happy in her life. She’d danced with her father, who spent the whole time sobbing and telling her how proud he was of her. She’d danced with Crosshair, of course, and he was happier than she’d ever seen him as well. Even his brothers going out of their way to tell embarrassing stories of the war or cadet days couldn’t ruin this for him. And when he’d picked up Mayrin and bounced her around on his shoulder, Miria had never loved him more. 

It was late now, the baby asleep in Miria’s lap as the citizens of Pabu started inching their way back towards their homes. Shep was carrying a sleepy Lyanna on his shoulder as he waved goodbye. Omega had her head on Wrecker’s arm, dozing off with her flower crown on crooked. Hunter had somehow lost his headband, which Echo was wearing tied around his scomp. Annalise had cried when Wrecker told her that the cake she made was good, and was now snuggled up with Jet at the banquet table with a glass of wine. Argais tried not to laugh at his sister, or his son as Aram was flirting with every man he saw. “I think it’s nearing time for us to retire to Upper Pabu.” He told Miria. “I don’t expect we’ll see you early in the morning.”

“I doubt it.” She agreed, looking over at Crosshair talking to Irene just past the light of the torches surrounding the area. He looked serious now, listening to her every word. “If Aunt Irene ever gives him back to me.” 

Argais chuckled. “They’re almost done. She’s just tasking him with his duty as your husband, and a part of the family now.”

“I hope she doesn’t frighten him off. I just got him back.” Miria smiled, tracing her finger over Mayrin’s little head. She looked so cute in her frilly dress, though at some point she’d kicked off a sock and lost it. She didn’t even stir at her mother’s touch, perfectly content in her sleep with her pacifier sliding half out of her mouth. “Though I doubt he’d go far from this little one. I’ve never seen him so gentle as he is with her.” 

“He loves you just as much.” Argais sat beside her, patting her arm. 

She smiled, nodding happily. “Why did you wear your Jedi robe, Uncle? Mother said it was deliberate, so I’m sure you have a lesson for me.”

Argais chuckled. “You say that like a padawan expecting a lecture. Is a lesson unwanted?”

“Not at all. You’re the wisest person I know.” Miria shook her head. “Even before I knew you were my Uncle, I admired you.”

He leaned back, looking up at the sky. “I do have a lesson, or blessing, depending on how you choose to perceive it. You did well on Thule, finding your balance. And your team says you do well controlling your darkness. But I fear you’ve forgotten the lesson you should have learned back then; do not cut parts away from yourself or you will never be whole.”

Miria paused, looking down at her daughter for a moment. “What do you mean?” 

“You embraced the Mandalorian culture, because it was offered by the family you’d always dreamed of finding.” He said sagely. “And because it was so vastly different to the Jedi Order you’d always known. But to reject all the Jedi were is to reject yourself again. And you know how dangerous that can be.” 

Her expression quieted, thumb and forefinger wrapped around her daughter’s bare foot. That wasn’t something she could risk… not when her family needed her. All of it, from clone to kin. Falling apart left them vulnerable, and Hemlock was still alive… “How, then? A Mandalorian values clan and family above all else, but a Jedi cannot be a wife or mother.” 

“The Order is gone. The spirit of what makes a Jedi is not.” Argais chuckled. “And who decides the Code except the people who live it? The galaxy still needs the Jedi, but a new kind. The kind who let what they love give them strength, instead of hold them back.” He gently brushed a knuckle against Mayrin’s cheek. “The kind who will raise the hands that take down the Empire.” 

Miria nodded. “I’m sure she’ll be a brave warrior one day. But for now, I want to give her a safe childhood. And both her parents to love her.”

“You will. I know you will.” Argais smiled. “But for tonight, let me take her and you can have your husband all to yourself.” 

Miria laughed, gently lifting her baby up and kissing her head before handing her off. “Thank you, Uncle.” 

Argais smiled and cradled the girl to him. “Rini, my love, let’s leave them to their wedding night.” 

Irene nodded and clapped Crosshair on the shoulder. Miria raised an eyebrow. “Rini?”

“Never let romance die, my dearest niece. Life is far more entertaining that way.” He held an arm out to Irene, and tucked a flower he’d stolen from the bridal bouquet behind her ear. They started up back towards Upper Pabu, Annalise and Jet quickly taking the hint to say their goodbyes and follow. Aram had vanished along with some of the younger adults around Pabu, probably taking their afterparty far from the wedding. 

Crosshair dropped into the seat beside Miria once he’d shrugged off his brothers. Wrecker was carrying both a drunk Hunter and Omega, Echo laughing his way after them. “Every time.” He chuckled, putting an arm around her. Miria snuggled to his chest immediately. “You alright?”

“I’m having the best night of my life.” She leaned up to look at him. “Though, it is nice that it’s getting quiet now. The party was loud.” 

He nodded, watching everyone making their way back home. “Your dad said the karyai was down that way, past the rocks.”

“Let’s go then.” She took him by the hand and pulled him to his feet. “I do believe I made you a promise when we were escaping the Empire, about what would happen when I got you alone?” 

He flushed but smirked. “I haven’t forgotten.” A quick motion had her scooped into his arms, appropriately bridal style, and he carried her down the dark beach. 

Miria laughed, arms around his neck, and threw her head back to enjoy the sea breeze and smell of the salt. This was what she’d always wanted; a life spent with Crosshair and their child, chasing the endless possibilities of the rest of their lives. Without anyone shooting at them or a snowflake in sight. 

Their evening accommodations were pretty, a semi-circle shaped cabana with a sliding door and gauzy curtains waving in the breeze. Her father had done a good job of making it lightweight enough to be disassembled later, but sturdy and safe enough to rest in. Inside was a comfortable looking mattress, fitted with sheets, blankets, and more pillows than they’d probably ever need. There was also a set of clean clothes for both of them, courtesy of Aram. There was a solar lamp by the bed that was already lit, leaving everything warm and cozy in its glow.

“There aren’t enough words for me to tell you how much I love you, in any language.” She breathed, cradling his face in her hands before pressing a few lingering kisses to his lips.

“Doesn’t matter.” Crosshair breathed. "I don't care, as long as you're mine."

"I've always been yours, my darling." Miria beamed.

Crosshair leaned in and caught her in another searing kiss. Miria eagerly threw her arms around his neck, pulling him flush to her chest as she toppled back onto the bed. He followed her down, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other going to pluck the ribbons holding her bodice to her skirt. "So pretty." He murmured, lips sliding down her jaw. "Maker, you're so pretty. Ner riduurika. " 

Miria smiled, getting him out of his uniform jacket hurriedly and with ease. Her hands smoothed down his lean chest once the fabric was gone, leaving him shuddering in the wake of her touch. Force, she loved him. Her soul bloomed with it, spring after a long winter. "Ner ram'ser." She responded, delighted to finally speak something of his mother tongue. 

Crosshair raised his head a moment, gifting her with a real smile. She could have come unglued at the sight. But instead of saying anything else, he just tugged her bodice off and she followed suit with his undershirt, finally getting her hands on the copper expanse of his warm chest. He wore scars new to her eyes, but that was fine. She had new ones too, and they'd have the rest of their lives to share those stories. 

His lips were on her neck, his favorite place to press his face into when his sharp eyes had seen too much. She smelled of soap and flowers, subtly different from before but still entirely Miria. Good and clean, pure as moonlight. How the hell had he ever lived without her? 

Never again. 

Miria stroked his buzzed hair, gentle over the old scars from his ill-fated run in with the ion engine on Bracca. If he gave the memory any thought, he still remembered her scream to warn him. To save him, like she always had. 

Miria squeaked softly when he slid off the bed, catching the waistband of her panties on his way down. The only way he knew how to express his gratitude for her unrelenting faith in him was to worship her on his knees. He slipped her skirt off, chasing the fabric with his lips. When he slipped her knees up over his shoulders, her elbows gave it where she'd propped herself up on them. "Crosshair…" She whispered, shivering as his breath ghosted over her hip. 

The sniper smiled again, burying his face between her thighs. He'd give anything to hear her breathe his name like that, his name instead of the CT number that haunted him in the Empire. And she granted that wish like she'd plucked it from his thoughts, squirming under his tongue. "Crosshair… Cross, darling…"

Slender fingers joined his mouth, pressing into her as he dragged her to ecstasy. Everything had been hurting too long, but this he could make good. This he could do for her, do right and love her like she deserved. He could give her himself, as many times as she wanted, until everything since Kaller faded into a bad dream that she woke him from. They’d have every morning from now on, every dream they’d conjured up during the war at their fingertips with their daughter. "That's my girl." He murmured into her thigh. 

Once upon a time he'd have teased, dragged this out until she was pulled apart and sobbing for him. But not this time; he couldn't stand to deny her anything after all the nights he knew she’d spent waiting for him. So he doubled down, latching onto her pearl like a man starved until she was coming apart at the seams for him. He drowned in the pleasured gasps and whimpers she let out around her fist in her mouth, tongue still working more softly as she rode through her peak and every touch sent electric shocks through her frame. He could have spent forever here, on his knees at the altar, and not felt like he'd given her half of what she deserved. 

But Miria was a merciful deity to him, and an ivory hand reached down to tug him up so carefully he almost didn't register the groan that spilled from behind his teeth. She pulled him up until she could catch his dripping chin, and dragged him to his feet and into the bed beside her, turning to lay lengthwise and press her skin against his own. Her fingers traced nonsense patterns delicately over his chest and down his ribs, mouth pressed to his where she could still taste herself on his lips. Crosshair wrapped himself around her, chuckling when her leg inched over him until she was straddling his lap. "Let me love you." She breathed into his throat as she tugged his waistband down. 

Maker, she was the only one that ever could. 

He nodded, twitching as she pulled him free and pumped his length. He bit back a curse, fists curling into the sheets under him. Miria smiled, watching his head fall back. It was too good an opportunity to pass up, and she shifted herself back up into his lap as she stretched forward to kiss his bared throat at the same time. 

Crosshair sucked in a sharp breath as she pressed him into her heat, wrapped shaking arms around her to hold them chest to chest. Miria settled with her hands on his cheeks, drawing him into the sweetest kiss as her hips began to rock. 

She loved him. This Jedi, General, Master, Sith's broken light that never quit shining. She loved him. Despite the time, and hurt. Despite what he'd put her through, they were still here together. They’d raise their daughter together, because of the most important thing in Crosshair’s galaxy. She loved him. 

Miria squeaked again when Crosshair sat up and pulled her upright with him. His back met the cushions, knees coming up under her so they were eye to eye and he could curl his fingers into her hair without her heartbeat escaping where he pressed it against his own. "I love you." He breathed, his other hand settling on her hip to guide them into meeting his own. Maker, he could say it a thousand times and it wasn't enough. The words didn't exist, and he wouldn't have had them if they did. He was never good with words, not like this. Not with her, but she understood anyway. 

Her answer was a kiss, and he was undone. 

He bucked and shuddered, his bride in his lap whimpering softly into his mouth when his desperate grinding pulled a building climax to its finish. They huddled together, sweat slick and spent, still pressing languid kisses into the other's flesh. Miria never wanted to let him go, not for a moment. Not when she'd waited so long to hold him again, and he'd so tenderly answered her prayers at long last. And Crosshair seemed to share her reluctance, simply inching back down on his back and letting her stay on top of him. His fingers smoothed down her spine slowly, watching her face on his chest as she smiled up at him. Lavender eyes softened to match the warmth of a summer sunset. 

He was almost asleep, more comfortable than he'd ever been in his life, when her soft voice broke the silence. "Crosshair…?"

"Mm?" He mumbled, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"I love you." She closed her eyes and nuzzled under his jaw. Nothing else in the galaxy mattered right now but this moment. "I'm so glad you're home…"

He chuckled quietly, kissing her temple. “You’re the home to come back to.” Miria giggled softly and snuggled closer, eyes falling closed as she let herself relax. After so long and so much, they deserved this moment of peace. As riduure.

[juliasession]

When I See You Again₊˚ˑ༄

Author’s Note: refers to this to be updated with the story

Chapter 2: Get To Know Your Classmate

“Oh hi! I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too” You left out a soft smile

You were expecting a conversation to happen but for some reason, Junghwan awkwardly returned to what he was doing. Before you could process what just happened, the first class began.

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* Ding Ding Ding * The class bell once again signaled the end of a period. However, this time it felt different as the atmosphere became more vibrant and the chattering between students became louder. Noticing your confusion, Junghwan softly poked your arm again

“It’s lunch period now. We have one after our third class ends” he carefully explained

“Oh I see—“Before you could ask further questions, what seemed to be Jung wan's friends all rushed to his seat and quickly took him away as if something important was happening

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“Ok, lunch period..but where do I go?” You thought to yourself

As you stood up and were about to navigate this new school on your own, three people appeared before you

“Hey, new student! I’m Baekhyun” The boy introduced himself “And I’m Seungwan! This girl next to me is Min Jeong” The girl followed along

Author’s Note: in this universe, yes, it’s canon that you’re also a classmate with 3 SM top vocalists

Seungwan: Wendy (Red Velvet)

Min Jeong: Winter (Aespa)

Baekhyun (Exo)

“Oh hey, guys! I’m Y/N.” you thought your nerves had calmed down a bit after your interaction with Junghwan but it didn’t last long as you were alone again, surrounded by three new people

“You must not know where the cafeteria is, right? We can help you with that!” Seungwan kindly led the way

“You can also join us and we can get to know each other more!” Min Jeong said, followed by Baekhyun's assurance “If you have any questions, feel free to ask us.”

“Wow they seem like a close trio,” you thought to yourself as you faintly giggled at their friendship dynamics

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Standing in a long line, you chatted away with your new friends about your story. In just a short moment, it feels like you have found your people in this new world. You endlessly chatted away, not minding the time or what surrounded you.

“Interesting, I can’t believe you’re brave enough to choose to be here all by yourself” Seungwan amazed after hearing your story

“Honestly I’m nervous about it too but I made it here safely” you made a light joke about the situation “I would prefer if I could rent a place but my parents thought it would be nice to have a guardian watching over by being in a host house”

“I would too if I were your parents! You’re still just a high school student” Baekhyun teased

In instances like this, it reminds you of a child’s longing for their parents. “Oh, I miss them already. I should give them a call after school’s over.”You thought to yourself as you and the trio sat on an empty table

Unaware of your surroundings, you didn’t notice a gaze that had been looking upon you for a while as you were hanging out with your friends.

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“I can already tell that we would be good friends. I’m so lucky to have you guys approached me first cause my nerves would never” you told the trio as you guys laughed together

Distracted by a glimpse of a figure from afar, Min Jeong quickly gathered everyone’s attention to whisper something “Look guys, there’s Junghwan!” she discreetly moved her eyes to signal a certain direction

“Y/N ah, how does it feel to be seated next to the hottest boy in class?” Baekhyun sarcastically asked which got you flustered

“I mean he’s nice..” you awkwardly tried to brush away the weird tension that was going on

For how little you spoke of him, your friends sure caught onto a lot more. Perhaps it was because there was more that you didn’t know about your desk classmate. Regardless, you were invested to hear what your friends have to say about him

“Almost everyone knows about him because of his visuals, but also because he’s a trainee.” Seungwan explained “Pledis is coming out with a new group soon and it is rumored that he would be in the lineup, which is why he’s very popular” Baekhyun joined in the conversation

“Well, that makes sense. He does seem to have that aura in him when I first saw him” You shared your thoughts “Although I was expecting him to speak a bit more” You lightly chuckled

“Ah, it’s because of his introvertness.” Min Jeong laughed as it was a typical thing for Junghwan “I think it’s cute, although imagine if he was more extrovert? Aigoo the amount of fangirls..” Min Jeong explained as she admired the sight of Junghwan from afar

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* Ding Ding Ding * The last bell rang, marking the end of the day for school. You happily waved goodbye to your new friends, excited for tomorrow to see them again. You hopped onto your bus and once again, immersed yourself in the rhythm of your favorite songs.

You comfortably walked back to your new home, looking around the trees and sights of the neighborhood. You smiled at the kids playing rocks with their friends and politely gave a quick bow to the elders sitting on the side. For a moment, you’re taking in this unique atmosphere in Korea and getting used to your new life.

As you’re reaching for your keychain from the side of your backpack, you can’t feel it. Confused, you took it off and searched for the key again. Fearing the worst scenario, you quickly turned around to search for its sight. In front of you, however, was a familiar figure holding your keychain.

“Junghwan?” you looked shocked, both at the sight of your keychain in his hands and him standing in front of you.

End of Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading!

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my first request without anon, cause I feel brave today

that is gonna be so fluff, what do you think about making some targets for family (celebrating Christmas) and reader use glitter and sev is complaining cause is messy HSHSH and the tap just pops, Flys idk who say this and just sevika in glitter reader in glitter everything in glitter

I just think this can be soooo cute

like they laugh and that hah

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ahahhahaa i loveee glitter this is perfect.

men and minors dni

it's a sunday, and you and sevika are getting ready for the week ahead.

with the holidays coming up, you're assembling gifts and envelopes and holidays greetings cards for all you and sev's friends and family. you've taken over sevika's home office, and every surface is covered in wrapping paper, gifts, cards, and bows.

sevika's doing her weekly vacuum around the house, collecting the dust and crumbs that gathered over the week.

you're so distracted by your work and the christmas music playing throughout the office, that you don't notice when the whir of the vacuum stops.

you don't notice sevika's approaching footsteps, or the click of the office door as she swings it open.

you're trying to open a bottle of glitter to sprinkle on top of the dollop of glue you've placed over all your greeting card's rudolph's noses. just for a little extra pizzazz.

sevika catches you red handed, literally.

"hey babe, you wanna get take out fr-- oh, fuck no!" she says as she catches you. you glance up from behind her desk.

"what?" you ask, innocently batting your eyes.

sevika hates glitter. she hates how it gets everywhere, how it's impossible to get rid of, how it clings to everything for weeks and weeks and weeks.

"you know what, where did you even get that?! i thought i threw out all your glitter!" she huffs as she storms over to the desk, trying to snatch the container out of your hands. you squeal and take off and sevika chuckles as she chases after you.

"you did throw all my glitter out, and you broke my heart in the process!" you say as you enter the kitchen. sevika laughs.

"so you decided to buy more? knowing how much i hate that shit?"

"i didn't think you'd catch me!" you pout as you sevika backs you up into a corner. "i just want to make rudolph's nose sparkle!"

"i can't believe you." she says as she reaches forward to grab the bottle. you keep your grip on it, and you and sevika enter a tug of war with the bottle. "let go!" she laughs. you huff.

"but i already put all the glue on the cards so now it'll just be globby glue instead of beautiful shimmering red on his nose! hasn't rudolph already been through enough, being bullied all his life?"

sevika laughs and swoops in to kiss you. "you're cute." she mumbles against your lips. you sigh and smile, your grip on the glitter relaxing.

except, sevika hasn't relaxed her grip. so when you let go, the glitter tube that had been crushed in your shared struggle suddenly pops back into its original shape.

and as it pops back, the cap flies off.

a cloud of dazzling, sparkling glitter fills your kitchen.

and then it settles.

sevika is covered in red glitter. head to toe. you gawk at her. she takes a deep breath.

"that did not just happen." she whispers.

you burst into laughter as you reach up to brush some glitter away from your wife's face. sevika's frozen, like if she moves it'll somehow make the glitter worse.

"'s what you get for bein' a grinch!" you faux scold as you continue to laugh and brush your wife clean. she huffs a chuckle, and a puff of glitter escapes from between her lips. this makes you double over, giving up your task to grab onto the counter top as laughter over takes you.

sevika's silently giggling too, you can tell from the way her stomach's twitching and her shoulders are bobbing. when you finally right yourself again and you meet her eyes, you both burst into another round of laughter.

"it's not funny!" sevika says through her giggles. you sputter. "i just vacuumed." she pouts. you lean forward to press a kiss to her lips, cringing as the teeny tiny grains of glitter coat your lips.

sevika wraps her arms around you and pulls you towards her. you squeak and struggle in her grasp, but it's futile, and soon she's got you in a bear hug, all the glitter on her body now clinging to yours too. you groan in her arms but wrap your arms around her anyways.

"you're lucky you're cute." sevika mumbles. you laugh.

"lemme go get the hairdryer, it'll blow all this off." you say. sevika nods, but doesn't let go of you yet. instead, she leans forward and kisses you again.

"love you, you maniac." she whispers against your lips. you chuckle.

"love you too, rudolph." you say. sevika groans and smacks your ass.

"fucker. you're vacuuming this." she says. you roll your eyes and pout.

"fine. but i get to use what's left in the jar on the cards." you say. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes, but relents.

"fine." she grumbles. you grin and kiss her again.

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The Orion's Daughter : To Lands Beyond | Chapter Four : A Vow of Education

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Chapter Four | A Vow of Education

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I had just finished for the day. I had finished some trenches so that when the warm rains came it would not flood the lands below and would instead feed into pools of water for livestock. It was a simple job, but there was a certain beauty in the simple jobs of the everyday laborer.

Though I towered above them, they bravely came out of their homes and greeted me, some offering loaves of their bread or fruits and vegetables from their fields. It was significant to give such a thing to me, and I accepted gratefully. The things I was doing seemed minimal, but I had to consider that the labor alone to do some of what I could do in an afternoon would take them weeks and moons to accomplish.

It had only been six moons since my sentence was acquitted, deemed innocent from the charges that kept me in this land for so long. I once might have resented my situation, but I now saw that I could have asked for no greater blessing. This place was a land of peace and beauty. Cities were few and far between. People were not piled on top of one another in a constant struggle for resources and power.

Here, I could truly be free.

Funny.

Once a place of captivity and prison was now my freedom – my paradise.

I finished my work early today because Raina and I were supposed to go together, but I saw her on the road, and she told me I should take the afternoon to myself and that she could handle speaking to the farmers on her own.

I know she includes me in nearly everything she does and would not exclude me on purpose. Her suggestion was one of genuine care, and for good purpose too. She knew I was in the process of making my own cloth from the plants I found here. Retting plants such as hemp, ramie, and flax is a relatively simple process, but creating a loom large enough to accommodate my frame in this land has been a significant challenge.

Thankfully, I have some assistance in this. Creating a fundamental loom at my size was my job, and locals looking to earn either favors or coin assist in weaving the fibers together is their job. It is a symbiotic relationship, and one that is beneficial to us all. I could do the process myself, but that would hardly be earning my keep.

So, being released from my afternoon chores, I elected to go back home and continue my work on my own abode, a home carved into the side of the cliff side directly beside the ocean. There was a large crevasse in the stone which I had been carving and clearing away, and it was starting to take true shape with an entrance and a single, large room where I was carving my bed.

On my way, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the day, the sun’s light warming my face and energizing me with its youthful glow. I relished the sensation of feeling the sun’s light. It made me feel like years of my life spent in cold, harsh darkness were being burned away, replaced by the fond memories I made so very recently with Raina.

Raina. What an amazing woman. She is the reason I am here, alive and free. She has shown me such care and love. Truly, it is a blessing from the Four Sovereigns that she came into my life.

Her and her daughter both; though, I had a sneaking suspicion that I made little Terrilyn nervous. It was completely understandable. From her perspective, and from the perspective of all from this land, I was a giant. The stories about my people do not paint us in a flattering light, and for good reason. The Orion and the people of this land have had an interesting relationship since the beginning.

The primary element that keeps these wonderful people safe, unbothered for the most part by our people, was the Directive of Noninterference. I couldn’t recall when it was created, but its primary objective was to keep this land untainted and pure, undisturbed by the “progress” of the Orion.

In essence, those in power at the time determined that these people needed to be able to progress on their own timeline, uninfluenced by Orion culture. We had our technological advances and our own scientific discoveries as well as the influence of magic in some of our arcanely gifted. It was determined that these people needed to progress in their own way and in their own time.

Sometimes, our influence was necessary, saving certain elements and cultures by removing them from areas where our quarrels and wars spilled over, but we have always tried to stay separate.

While some, such as myself, do not see harm in providing guidance and knowledge, others see this interference as a disgrace, influencing and tainting a “pure culture.”

Regardless, I was here now, forsaken by my own land and culture to live out the rest of my days, and I was going to use my knowledge to help these people for the rest of my days. By entering this land, I accepted the possibility of exile years ago and forsook the notion of seeing my homeland again.

This was something I was at peace with. There was no one home who would miss me. There was no one home who helped make my house a home. I made a new home – a new family – adopted by two of the kindest individuals I have ever known.

So, with these thoughts in mind, I began my walk home. It was then, on my way home, that I noticed Terrilyn, Raina’s daughter, crying by the fence of one of the nearby fields. I don’t know what inspired me to look down in that moment. Perhaps it was the guidance of the Four Sovereigns, but this path led me here, and I decided to walk it.

She told me about the horrid boys who called her “Illy,” and how they bullied her. Just the thought of someone so sweet – so innocent – being belittled because of her family history resonated with me. In this way, our cultures – the Orion and these people – were very similar.

The actions of one reflect on the whole family, especially the descendants.

Hearing her desire to learn inspired me. Terrilyn was young, meaning her mind was optimal for sculpting and absorbing knowledge. She had so much potential, and she was not permitted to grow her mind due to circumstance. This young girl had to sit under windows and listen to lessons and stories to expand her knowledge. She could only be taught so much using this technique. This is what truly drove me to my next actions.  

This, in its way, was where our cultures were severely different – and where their culture was lacking. Did they not know how different perspectives could further their minds? Enrich their experiences and expand their thinking?

I could teach her only so much, so someone else needed to help enrich Terrilyn’s mind. I had been asking around for some time about the different residents, and it was now that one of these names came to my mind – Mehlein Hohru.

Mehlein’s writings were known across the world, especially in the land from which I hailed. Despite our Directive of Noninterference, it did not stop us from acquiring knowledge from the land of these people. He was a poet, a mathematician, an architect, and an excellent historian. His storytelling was known to the Orion – and to me.

What was better was that he was here – in Creewood.

I was originally asking for myself, but this alternative was fortuitous, and I decided to seize the opportunity for both of us to educate ourselves.

It was decided.

I brought Terrilyn to the doorstep of this retired tutor and offered my services in exchange for his kindness in providing Terrilyn with knowledge I could not give her. She would learn by his hand, her mother’s, and my own. She would get what she desired – education, a priceless experience.

It was when she asked me why I was doing this that I saw something in her eyes. For some time, it seemed like she was hesitant to trust me. It was completely understandable, seeing that I was once viewed as a monster from another land.

But, seeing her now, I saw a true glint of her mother’s fascination and caring. I saw a determination and drive in this young mind, and I knew she was seeing past my size and seeing me not just as an Orion, but also a friend and someone who she could trust. I refused to fail her.

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Book One: The Orion’s Factotum

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The angel and the knight

Jaune: Hey snow angel, How about a date?

Weiss: ...

Weiss: No!

~At the Dance~

Weiss: Jaune?

Jaune: Oh - Uh - Hey Weiss! Where's Neptune?

Weiss: That's what I wanted to to talk to you about. Thank you Jaune. I truly appreciate your assistance.

Jaune: Oh. It was ... No problem Weiss. Sorry about all those times before. I wasn't. focusing on what was important.

Weiss: It's no problem, Jaune. Just don't do it again.

Jaune: You got it!

Jaune: Snow angel~

Weiss: Don't test me you ... Foolish knight!

~During Vol 5~

Yang: Slow down on sweets Snow angel. Wouldn't do us well to let you have a stomach ache.

Weiss: Don't call me that Yang!

Yang: Oh? But Vomit boy can? Or maybe I should start calling him Knight as well?

Weiss, Blushing: It's different with him. It's our thing!

Yang: Oh, okay, I believe you.

Jaune: Are you done eating? Want me to get your plate?

Weiss: Y-yes Jaune. Thank you, Foolish Knight.

Jaune: Well, alright then Snow Angel.

~In Atlas~

Weiss: Thank you for inviting me with you and Oscar to the movies, my Valiant Knight. Though, there is something I want top talk to you about...

Jaune: Valiant, huh? Well, Weiss, there's also something I want to talk about, but you can go first if you want.

Weiss: I can wait. I'd like to hear you out first, Jaune.

Jaune: Well, it's just kinda funny that I'm not your foolish knight anymore, Because I am a fool.

Jaune: I'm a fool in love, Weiss. In love with you. And I can't just let something happen to either of us without you knowing it. It isn't how it was in beacon, it's true, an i love you. It hurts, because I know I flubbed it at Beacon, but it hurts to much to keep hidden. I love you, Weiss. Don't pity me if you don't feel the s- MMM!

Weiss pressed her lips to his, returning his feelings. They held together for nearly a minute before Jaune needed some breath. He wasn't a singer after all.

Weiss: I love you Jaune. You're smart and brave and kind, and so many things we don't have time to talk about out here.

Jaune: I love you so much Snow angel! Thank you ...

Weiss: Your my Valiant knight, Jaune. Thank you for being so ...

~In the EverAfter~

Weiss: J-Jaune? Are you ... here?

Jaune: I wish I wasn't Weiss.

Weiss: Look, She asked you to, there was noth-

Jaune: THERE SHOULD'VE BEEN SOMETHING! I should've tried something else, done something else, been stronger!

Weiss: You can't blame yourself for everything that went wrong!

Jaune: Neo tricked my team! She Beat Me and the Rest of us up, and stole Jinn! WE Failed!

Weiss: She's a Master Thief and Combatant!

Jaune: I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT AURA WAS WHEN I WENT TO BEACON!

Weiss: ... Jaune?

Jaune: ... I faked my transcript to get into beacon. During initiation I was doomed to die, but Py- Pyrrha -- She - she!

Jaune: SHE'D BE ALIVE IF I WAS WORTH A DAMN!

Weiss: Jaune!

Jaune: But I'm a lying, self centered fool, who didn't know the first thing about anything!

Jaune: I didn't know one of the most famous people in the world!

Jaune: I just had to be a fucking hero! I just had to "Follow My dream" and get people killed in the process!

Weiss: You've saved who you could!

Jaune: Someone else could've done more! someone who had training, and skill, and half a brain could've done more! But now I'm a god- damn Murderer!

Weiss: That's enough Jaune.

Jaune: enough what? Enough of this life, Because I'm tempted to jump off this cliff!

Weiss: THEN DO IT, OR SHUT UP!

Jaune: ...

Weiss: Go ahead, Jump, I'll keep going! And so will Ruby, and Blake, and Yang. We'll keep going for Pyrrha, and Penny, and Everyone else who died, and everyone who's still alive!

Weiss: If you truly can't handle anymore, then Jump. I won't stop you. I only ask that you wait until we get out of here to quit being a huntsman instead. Please.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: ... how can you still care about me?

Weiss: Because you're you. There's only one Jaune Arc. I have a big family, with you as apart of it. But I only have one of you. Hell, all of us have one of you. And if you stop being a huntsman? We'll be sad, but we'll understand. If you kill yourself? We'll never let go of it. Because You've saved us before, me directly, with your semblance, and your strategies, and because your a good person.

Weiss: Jaune, your my Knight. A knight in shining armor, who fumbles, and trips over his words, and is the least skilled of all of us.

Weiss: My Knight, who won't lose his title should he decide to rest. You know your limits better than us.

Jaune: ... We've come a long way from initiation, huh?

Weiss: Yeah. I remember how prissy I was back then.

Jaune: Yeah, you were a real Ice Queen.

Weiss: ...

Weiss: hey Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Weiss: On your knees.

Jaune: Alright? *gets on his knees*

Weiss: *Clears Throat* I, Weiss Schnee, First to My Name, third of the Glyph Wielders, second child of Willow Schnee, Queen of Ice, Angel of snow dub thee; Sir Jaune Arc, First of his Name, Third Born of Arcs, First Valiant Knight of Weiss Schnee.

Weiss: As of this moment you are entitled to dedicating your life to helping those in need, Protecting them with your Shield, Crocea Vita! As well as all crimes being pardoned on behalf of your glorious monarch, long may she reign!

Jaune: ... I don't think that works like that, snow angel. I still have blood on my hands, even if she asked me to.

Weiss: I know, i just thought it was worth trying.

Jaune: Also, Crocea Vita?

Weiss: Like the opposite of the sword? it protected all of us before so ...

Weiss: I still love you, my Knight.

Jaune: I love you to Snow Angel.

~Years Later~

Oscar: .. Do you, Weiss Schnee, Take Jaune Arc to be your lawfully Wedded husband?

Weiss: I do.

Oscar: And do you, Jaune Arc, take Weiss Schnee to be your Lawfully wedded wife?

Jaune: I do.

Oscar: Then you make now kiss.

Jaune Arc-Schnee and Weiss Shnee-Arc press their lips together, joining together, their names known as heroes across Remnant.

~Much Later~

Jaune and Weiss are handling a horde of grimm, far beyond what was expected, but winning. As the last of the monsters fall, one gets a lucky strike against our blond swordsman.

Jaune: W-weiss...

Weiss: JAUNE! Jaune, you're gonna be okay, you'll be alright!

Jaune: .. till d-death do ... do we part ... r-right .snow ... Snow ....

Weiss: Finish that nickname! Say it ARC! Call me Snow Angel! Please! Please ... please ... Finish it.

Weiss: I won't let go of you, my Valiant Knight.

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~Later~

Jaune: *Blinks awake slowly*

Jaune: Well ... Maybe I did die ... because I'm, seeing angels ...

Weiss: *Crying* You Dolt, Is that All you have to say? We nearly lost you, you butt!

Jaune: You told me to finish what I was saying.

Weiss: I can't Stand you!

Jaune: You married me.

Weiss: And I wouldn't change it for the world. I love you my Stupid, dumb, foolish, loving Knight!

Jaune: I love you to ...

Jaune: Snow Angel.

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Shout out to @kunoichi-ume​ and @tishinada​ for letting me borrow Koko and Zas!

Word Count: 702 Characters: Salix Tia @kunoichi-ume​ Koko and @tishinada​ Zastelar

Tonberry Trauma

Few places were safer than the downstairs room that Salix shared with whoever happened to stop by Zas's house. The walls were thick and well guarded from the Coerthan cold, and no one dared encroach upon the house of the famed Warrior of Light. 

These were the things young Salix Tia, fledgling scholar and adventurer, told himself each night when he ascended the latter to his nest of blankets on the top bunk. He was brave for his part, but more importantly, he was safe. Besides, Zastelar's room was directly at the bottom of the stairs. She'd hear any threat and act long before him.

As it happened on the night in question, Salix lacked the energy to climb into his preferred bed. He'd been training all day, and Eros drove him harder than Selene. Koko, the rambunctious lalafell lass who usually claimed the bottom bunk, was in the Shroud learning a new skill. She wouldn't be back for weeks. So, Salix slumped onto her mattress and let exhaustion sing its sweet lullaby. As he drifted to sleep, Salix pondered briefly on how quiet the house was without Koko. He realized on the brink of slumber that he missed her noise, and hoped she'd return soon.

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What happened next is largely debated to this day. Zastelar, with her keen elezen ears, woke the most horrendous keening. It likened unto that of the dying shrieks of ghouls and turned her blood to ice. Grabbing her bow, the brave warrior dashed from her room in naught sleep shirt and shorts, heart hammering with dread when she realized where the sound had originated. 

Zastelar burst through the door where her protege slept, then stopped short of stumbling over a wayward...Tonberry. It stood in the middle of the room, head tilted back. To Zastelar's knowledge, the curse on the Tonberries had been lifted. Salix had aided in the process off freeing the poor creatures himself. The lance attached to this particular visitor registered a heartbeat later, and so Zastelar's bow made its appearance. 

A glance around the room showed no sign of blood, so the creature had not harmed Salix. But neither was he in either of the beds. The Tonberry turned towards Zas and spoke in Eorzean. "What's his problem?"

"Koko?" The name wrenched itself from Zastelar's lips, and her arrow lowered. Only then did the bard look up to where the Koko-like Tonberry pointed.

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Salix had always been a silly boy. Skittish and shy, constantly lecturing about being quiet and scaring the fishes. But when Koko raced home to show her best friend the new outfit she'd won, she had expected more grins and less…mortal terror.

Though he was hard to see against the shadows, Salix clung to the ceiling by his claws and only the gods knew what else. Huffing, Koko removed her helmet. "Well, that's just rude. I worked hard for this stuff. It's the perfect protection against the cold up here and loose enough that I can move. Why are you acting like such a damn fool?"

The light flicked on, and Zas came to stand beside Koko. Sighing, the bard rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Come down, boy. 'Tis only our mischievous lalafellan."

Salix did so, keeping a wary eye on the domed head tucked under Koko's arm. His bare feet touched the floor, and the young miqo'te rubbed the back of his neck. "Apologies, lass. You gave me a start, is all."

"Was that gods awful sound you?" Zas asked before she could stop herself.

Salix flushed darker and took a step away. "I've got history with the likes of them." He jutted his chin towards Koko, then blanched a paler shade of grey. "Tonberries, I mean. I didn't expect to find one standing next to my bed."

"My bed," Koko pointed out, still huffy about how dreadful her reveal had gone. 

Salix dipped his head. "Fair enough. I'll make it up to you." Maybe he'd buy her a new costume to obsess over. Something not reminiscent of murderous beasties. Something cute and befitting of her salt and bubbles personality. 

A sardonic laugh bubbled up Salix's throat then. Only an hour ago, he'd missed the little terror.

A few days later, Salix proposed a new costume idea to his spunky friend. Thankfully, she agreed.