#and that we werent just using him to get a ride around (we werent!!!! i genuinely did want to hang out bc he was sweet)

[isa-ah]

when uve laid in bed waiting to fall asleep so long u realize ur twenty minutes into an imaginary diatribe to apologize to an old coworker thru ur steam friends list that u haven't spoken to in 8 years over a single vaguely faux paus interaction you had that youve never forgotten

[i-cant-sing]

Time Traveller AU pt3

Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 4 is here. Find the AU masterlist here! Check out my MASTERLIST here.

"This is so unnecessary" you whispered to the man sitting behind you. "Everyone's staring." Your eyes scanned over the mass of people in town, as your horse passed through.

You thought you would get your own horse, but Baldwin had other plans apparently, as he just picked you up from your armpits and plopped you in front of him on his horse.

You could feel him smiling from ear to ear. "I think they're just in awe of your beauty. I would suggest getting used to the stares, now."

You rolled your eyes. "Dont flatter me. I know how I look, besides- I was referring to us sharing a horse. Its unnecessary and its why everyones looking at us."

"I think its unnecessary to get another horse for you. You dont know how to ride them, and believe me when I tell you- these horses are wild. I dont want you to get hurt when they kick you off." He teased.

You scoffed. Alright, maybe you werent an equestrian, but how hard would it be to ride a horse anyways? Didnt Baldwin learn to ride one when his right arm was paralysed and he had to do with his thighs mostly to control the horse?

"Still, I couldve gotten a carriage. Or better yet walked? Maybe even ride a horse with someone else-" You quieted down as you felt a pair of lips peck behind your ear.

"Dont even think about it. Why would I let anyone touch you, be this close to my princess-" his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back closer to him. "Wouldnt you prefer your soon-to-be-husband to help you instead?" He whispered as his hand slowly found its way to rest on your belly, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you pulled his hand away and smacked it when it tried to touch your waist again. "Behave, Baldwin." You admonished with a smile as people looked at you. You dont want to create a scene (especially not one where history would report some lady smacking King Baldwin).

You getting flustered and angry only made him chuckle, as he leaned down to give the back of your head a kiss.

Enough with the PDA already. Arent medieval times supposed to be more conservative?

Ugh. Your lips formed into a thin line. Maybe he'll back off when you reach Salauddin and he sees how other Muslims act.

With some entourage accompanying you guys, you travelled away from the kingdom for almost an hour or so until you crossed that one sand dune beyond which Salauddin and his people were camping.

Before reaching the dessert, you had asked Baldwin if he had something that you could cover yourself up with. You want to adhere to the customs and not accidentally piss off one of the greatest Muslim rulers. Sure, you could've worn something more concealing before leaving the castle, but neither of you wanted people to know that you two were going to meet Salauddin.

Baldwin nodded and in one swift motion, he had removed his cloak and wrapped it around you, bringing the hood over you.

"But- what about you?" you looked back at him with wide eyes. People didnt just wear full length clothes back then just because of modesty, but also to protect their skin from sun damage.

He smiled. "I'll be fine, princess." No, you wont. And you're not risking yet another historical change by having the king of Jerusalem getting skin cancer.

Immediately, you tore off the bottom of your tunic and made a keffiyeh (a headdress) which covered both his head and his face. "There, now we can go."

From the keffiyeh, only his eyes were visible, which crinkled up. "Did you cover me up because you dont want women staring at me in awe?"

"What? Of course not. You just recovered from leprosy. Your skin would be sensitive to the harsh sun and heat of the desert-" He cut you off by laughing lightly.

"Whatever you say, princess. Whatever you say."

As you neared the camps, you saw men dressed in battle armour coming out of the tents, and you from the way he walked, the way he dressed, even his mere presence could make you recognise Salauddin from a mile away.

The horse stopped and Baldwin got down first before helping you down. You followed him as he walked towards Salauddin, who was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. An erie silence settled all around you, the sound of air whooshing being the only thing audible for a few moments. Salauddin stared into Baldwin, while men from both sides glared at each other, one hand on their swords, ready to fight.

"Salam alaikum." Baldwin spoke first.

Peace be upon you.

You heart dropped for a second when Salauddin didnt reply back immediately. With your hood covering your face, you couldnt exactly see his expressions, only resorting to his body language and sounds to anticipate his mood.

Salauddin's lip quirked up. "Walaikum asalaam." He opened his arms and both men embraced each other for a few moments and you could feel the tension around you finally melting away as men from both sides finally started conversing with each other normally now that their kings were talking amicably.

Salauddin patted his back and raised a brow at you. "Who taught you the keffiyeh to cover that sore face of yours?" Baldwin chuckled. "My fiancee- Y/n, princess come here will you?" You walked closer to Baldwin. "This is Y/n, and we're both here today to invite you to our wedding. Darling, say hi, will you?"

You gulped. "Assalamu alaikum".

Salauddin's ears perked up. "Walaikum asalam. That was perfect pronunciation. Have you been taught by Arab scholars?"

"About that..." Baldwin chuckled nervously. "Y/n, why dont you go there with the ladies? They seem pretty eager to meet you." Salauddin nodded his head and a couple of women, all wearing burqas approached you. "This is princess Y/n. Take good care of her." Salauddin told them as they took you to their tent, where only women remained.

Meanwhile, Salauddin let Baldwin in to his tent.

"So, whats the secret?" Salauddin asked as he sat down, beckoning Baldwin to do the same.

He took a deep breath. "Y/n is... a Muslim."

Salauddin blinked at him. "What?"

"She's Muslim." He repeated. "So could you just tell me about the Islamic wedding ceremony? Nikkah, right?"

Salauddin stared at him. "Are you joking?"

"No."

"You cant marry her, Baldwin."

"Why not?"

"Because she's a Muslim and you're Catholic!"

"So? I havent seen it stop Muslims from marrying non muslims."

"No- only muslim men can marry non muslim women. It doesnt work the other way around."

"Salauddin, thats sexist."

"Its not sexist- nevermind, I cant help you understand it. But no, you cant marry a Muslim woman."

"What if... shes not Muslim?" Salauddin gave him a puzzled look. "I... believe Y/n may be using religion as an excuse not to marry me."

"If she doesnt want to marry you, why do you wanna marry her?"

"She does want to marry me, she's just... confused. Look, Salauddin. She cured me- CURED leprosy. This doesnt happend to anyone. She- she has something holy about her. How else do you explain this miracle?"

"So what? You think God and what- Jesus? chose this girl for you? That they gave her healing hands to cure your disease? You think shes of divinity?"

Baldwin smiled softly. "I do." Salauddin rolled his eyes. "Youre infatuated with her, Baldwin. Its temporary. She performed some magic, or tricks and you think she's divine? Do not make a fool of yourself."

"Then explain how I suddenly got well, Salauddin. Youve travelled the world, you sent me your best Arab healers, you believe in sciences- explain to me how I was cured of my incurable disease."

Salauddin gazed at the young king. "Let me guess, she claimed that she's been sent by Almighty God to cure the King and save Jerusalem, and in return, you must marry her or give her your throne to fulfil some prophecy?"

Baldwin chuckled, leaning back against the ottoman a bit. "Actually, she's been denying that she did anything to help me, she keeps on making excuses to marry me, she avoids my affection- and if I'm being honest, attention." Salauddin's eyes furrowed a bit. What game are you playing?

"Maybe... Black magic?" Salauddin is well aware of witchcraft, its been mentioned by his religion too.

Baldwin shrugged. "She's far too angelic to be associated with that. I'm sure there would be prominent signs if she was involved in any sort of magic or witchcraft."

Salauddin was about to reply but just then, his guards came running in.

"Salauddin! There's a sandstorm coming!" Immeadiately both kings sprung up.

"Tie up the animals! Tell everyone to get in and take cover!" Salauddin barked orders at his men.

The women in your tent were immediately informed of the situation and they quickly started taking measures, with the men outside helping to nail down the tent and gathering the baby animals and children, bringing them inside the tent.

You got up to leave and go to Baldwin, but the women pushed you back down, telling you its not safe to leave.

"The storm is here! You can't leave now!" Well, alright then. You plopped back down on your seat, when you heard someone cry out loud and your eyes immeadiately saw the liquid on the floor.

Of course it was the pregnant lady.

The woman had went into labour and everyone rushed to help her. Everyone but you. Nuh uh, youre not meddling in this time, lest anyone else accuses you of having magic healing hands.

Another harrowing scream pierced through the room, with the harsh winds threatening to blow away the tent adding on to the tension.

Maybe I could just stand near them, just to make sure they are using proper hygiene. Or actually just to see how midwifes worked in the past. Yes, its for science.

You stood near the midwifes, out of their work field because you dont want to be an obstacle. Of course, you may have had caught the sight of the poor woman and her... vagina, which youre ashamed to say has made you sick to your stomach because child birth is not a beautiful phenomenon and fuck this shit youre never having babies.

After almost an hour, the baby was finally out. The stench of sweat and blood and the nightmarish sights you'd caught glimpses of had made you want to throw up when suddenly the enviorment turned gloomy. And it hit you.

The baby wasnt crying.

The mother who was previously crying from labour, was now crying due to a different kind of pain.

You felt for her, you truly did. Carrying a child for 9 months, making sure to take every precaution, not to mention the constant prayers for a healthy baby (and for some, specifically a boy) otherwise the mother would be blamed.

The midwife put the dead baby in the bassinet beside you before tending back to the grieving mother, who was still bleeding from down there.

"Poor Fatima." You heard one of the women whisper to her friend. "To wait for 8 years before she finally conceived... only for her child to die before he could even take his first breath."

Your heart broke as you heard them, the woman sobbed inconsolably. You turned your head to look at the baby in the bassinet and subconsciously, you wondered what went wrong.

Doesnt look like he was choked by the umbilical cord... and he doesnt look cyanotic either, so he probably wasnt dead inside the womb. Your eyes widened. Maybe-!

Your hands went to pick up the baby before halting mid air. No. No. I cant interfere- I cant mess with history more than I already have. I cant save a child who was destined to die-

Your head whipped to the woman who let out a shrill, devastating cry, begging God to let her son live.

Fuck it. You picked up the baby. Maybe this baby was destined to live.

Immeadiately you checked for breathing before putting the baby on a table nearby and placed two fingers on the left side of his chest, starting compressions.

"1. 2. 3-" you muttered under your breath, trying to recall what was drilled into your head when you were attending first aid classes. Pinching the baby's nostrils, you breathed into his mouth, eyes watching as his chest rise and drop. You repeated the compression set 2 more times when the baby finally took a huge breath and began crying.

Picking up the baby, you ran towards the bucket of water and started cleaning the baby's head and face off the mix of blood and amniotic fluid, while massaging his back and his feet to encourage him to breathe on his own.

After a few minutes, you turned around to cover the baby with a cloth swaddling him up nicely and thats when you finally looked around you.

Everyone was staring at you in shock, the sound of the baby crying echoing the silence.

Shit. You rocked the baby gently as you handed him to his mother, who also looked at you in shock with tear streaks on her cheeks. I hope... they didnt see me do CPR.

Yes, damage control. Thats what you need to do. You cleared your throat. "Um- yes, Allah has blessed you with a beautiful son. Lets be grateful to Him." And the women slowly began talking again and agreeing, some saying that they'll go give sadaqah (charity to please God) while others were going to go pray.

When you turned around, you saw Baldwin and Salauddin standing at the entrance of the tent, the former having a beaming smile while the latter looked in surprise.

Maybe it was the stench of sweat and blood in the room, maybe it was emotional situation you went through (high key nauseating), or maybe it was the mix of amniotic fluid and blood on your mouth from when you saved the baby, but the next moment, you lost consciousness.

-

When you woke up, you noticed you were in a different, much bigger tent. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up with a groan.

"You're finally awake." You looked up to see Salauddin sitting at his desk in the other corner-

Salauddin? Your hands went to draw your hood over your face but you realised your (or well, Baldwin's) cloak had been replaced with a cotton niqaab that veiled your entire face except for your eyes.

Standing up, you looked in his direction. "Where's Baldwin?"

You heard him chuckle darkly. "He left."

"He left?" You heard him walk over to you, and instinctively you took a step back, narrowing your eyes at his audacity.

He towered over you, face neutral as he looked down at you. His hand gestured to his right, where a chess set was placed on a table.

"Do you play?" He asked, eyes never leaving yours.

Hesitantly, you nodded. He sat down, beckoning you to do the same.

"Ladies first." He let you start the game. "I should tell you though- if you wish to leave out of this place alive, you'll have to win."

What the shit? Is this some sort of psychological game? Or is this actually happening? I mean, people in the medieval times were crazy. Just because he's muslim shouldnt excuse him from insanity.

You picked up the white pawn. "Where is Baldwin?"

"I told you, he's gone." He moved his black pawn. "He sold you to me."

You looked up at him. What? "Focus on the game. You do not wish to know what will your fate be if you were to lose this game." You immediately picked up your bishop and moved it.

Salauddin clicked his tongue as he took your bishop. You moved your pawn again. "Why- why would he sell me? I'm his fiancee." You asked, your eyes never leaving the board. You're playing for your life here.

"Well, when we saw you use black magic to save that baby- oh, I took your other pawn too, mhm-" He smiled as he looked at your furrowed brows. "And then I told him that you cant be a muslim if you were using black magic."

"Black magic? When did I use it?!" you asked exasperatedly as you lost your knight.

"We saw you muttering something when you were "saving" that child." Muttering? When was I muttering? "One of the ladies even said they heard you whisper some repetitive words to a tune too."

Repetitive words-? You wanted to bang your head against concrete when you realised he was referring to you doing compressions to the rhythm of Stayin Alive by the BeeGees. This one is not your fault because the instructor taught you guys that.

"I was not doing black magic. Even so, who are you to decide if I am a Muslim or not?" You moved your other knight.

"I am Salauddin Ayubi-"

"So?" Salauddin looked at you.

So? So? No one has ever dared to ask him questions.

"Your real name is Yusuf. Salauddin is just a laqab, hm?" Your eyes never left the board as you made your move. "Do you think you're above me? Above Baldwin? Above anyone?" You didnt let him answer as you gestured at him to continue the game. "I dont recall you being a prophet. I dont remember you being a caliph even. So, Salauddin tell me what gives you the right to judge if I'm a muslim or not?" You asked as you took his pawn.

Salauddin narrowed his eyes at you, making his bishop take another pawn of yours. You didnt let it deter you as you practically snatched the same bishop of his with your rook. "Just because youre a muslim, you think you have the right to judge me?"

He scoffed at your words, making his move but you took yet another black pawn. "I am a Muslim. I was born in a Muslim family-"

"Exactly." You took more of his black pawns as he took your white ones. The board was mostly empty now. "You were born in a Muslim family. Do you honestly believe your Lord is happy with you because you were born in the right family? Is that the essence of what being a Muslim is?" Salauddin now looked at you but you didnt let your eyes stray away from the chess board. "Are you a Muslim because you were born in a Muslim family? Or were you born in a Muslim family because Allah knew you wouldnt find your way if you werent? If you were born in a catholic family, youd be a catholic? Lets say you are a Muslim, how do you know youre a good enough Muslim who can judge me? How do you know Allah will let you in heaven when youre on Earth declaring so and so is doing magic and isnt a muslim? Only Allah can judge us, not you Salauddin Ayubi." You stated calmly as you made your final move. "Thats checkmate."

You finally looked at him, your eyes holding satisfaction at his distressed face, though he masked it well.

How you wished to reveal to him that he was playing against a grandmaster whose parents made her take chess as a hobby since she was 6 because they believed it would make her smart and get into good colleges (it did. Thanks mom and dad.)

"Salauddin, we can play chess all you want but dont lie to me. You know I wasnt doing magic, and you know that I know that Baldwin wouldnt just leave me behind. So please, tell me, where is Baldwin?" Before he could reply, you continued. "Remember, lying is a sin."

At this, his eyes finally showed amusement. "He's outside, helping the women sew a niqaab for you. He wants to embroidery a flower in or something." You rolled your eyes at that. Of course, leave it to Baldwin to do cute romantic stuff.

Salauddin leaned back in his chair as he studied you. "So, how did you bring the baby back to life?"

"I prayed to Allah." He quirked a brow at you. "I also cleared his nostrils. They were plugged with fluid, so he didnt know or couldnt breathe with his lungs. Then I just warmed up his body a bit and he was crying- the baby was never dead. You know that no one can be saved from Azrael if Allah has written for that person to die."

Angel of death.

He gave you a nod, though his eyes watched you curiously. "How were you so sure that I knew you were a Muslim?"

You shrugged. "I just did." Why wouldnt you know when he was playing chess with you to check your psychology? Not to mention, he allowed you to be covered with a niqaab even when you were unconscious and let you stay in his tent? If he even doubted that you were a non muslim, you more than likely wouldve been treated far badly.

Salauddin chuckled. Of course, youd keep your secrets. "Then you know that as a Muslim woman, you cannot marry anyone of another faith."

"I dont plan on marrying Baldwin." You scoffed. "I already rejected him and have tried to sway his mind, but hes set on his decision. I think he actually believes that Im an angel or something divine."

He quirked a brow at you. "So he's forcing you to marry him?"

"I wouldnt say force- well, actually I would say that. But he doesnt treat me badly or anything. He's very sweet, even when I avoid him."

Salauddin clicked his tongue. "I could help you." You looked at him. "You are a Muslim, a part of the ummah. I could-"

"No. If youre suggesting starting a war, no." "Well, not a war, youre not that important." Damn. He grinned at your offended eyes. "I meant, I could send some people to sneak you out or-"

"No, if Baldwin finds out youre involved in any way in my escape he would-" you cant risk an extra crusade happening because of a damsel in distress, aka you. It would put the fate of Jerusalem at risk as well as the fate of the Ayyubid dynasty.

Wait. Ayyubid dynasty. They ruled over Egypt, Syria, Palestine, Yemen and so on. But Egypt was the learning center of the Islamic world during this time because they focused on arts and education which meant they hosted the world's greatest scholars there.

"Salauddin, can you get me to Egypt?" The king of Egypt, or sultan of Egypt looked at you quizzically. "I can, but why? Do you have family there?"

"What? No, I'm not running away to Egypt. Look, I just-" you cant explain to him about your escape plan that you were going to use the help of scholars to help you make the tools which you can use to fix your broken time machine. So, you lie. "You're someone who enjoys learning, right? I know you like history and sufism, and I would just love to get to know more about it."

With his head resting on his palm, he studied you. You intrigued him, and although he sensed you had ulterior motives, he agreed. "I cant take you there personally because I am busy here, but I could send you there with some trusted men." You smiled under your veil. This is exactly what you want. And almost as if he could sense your glee, he continued. "Your madly-in-love fiance wont send you alone, or at all."

"Let me worry about Baldwin, and he'll agree because I'm not running away. I'll work on my escape another way in which no one has to die." You said, finally standing up and walking out of the tent to find Baldwin who was sitting with the other veiled women, his eyes focused on the needlework.

"Baldwin." You called out with your hands behind your back as you walked upto him.

He looked up and his eyes practically sparkled at the sight of you. "Princess!" He stood up and immediately went to hug you but you stopped him before he could, nodding your head at onlookers. "Oh right, sorry." He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, ears turning pink as the women giggled.

He then picked up the niqaab he'd been working on, the blue cloth matched the color of his eyes. "Look, I made that flower." There was embroidery done on the sleeves. And of course, amongst the mass of tiny, delicate pink and white flowers, Baldwin made the biggest, slightly wonky flower.

It brought a smile to your lips. Gosh, he's such a-

You shake your head. No. No. You cant.

"Its beautiful, Baldwin. Thank you." He grinned at your praise, nodding his head as he folded it up. Still holding the embroidered niqaab in his hand, he walked over to Salauddin and shook his head. "We should get going now. Thank you for hospitality, Salauddin." The Kurdish nodded. "Of course. You're always welcome. And if you have any more questions about our traditions and rituals, dont hesitate to reach out to me. Although your wife to be seems quite knowledgeable on the subject herself." Your eyes widened every so slightly. Did Salauddin- did he just acknowledge that you're not as dumb as he thought you were.

Baldwin smiled before leading you towards his horse, helping you get on it.

Salauddin watched as your entourage left, and his mouth twitched.

You have piqued my interest, Y/n. He called his right hand man.

"We still have spies in Baldwin's castle, right?" The man confirmed. "Excellent. Have them find out all they can about lady Y/n. And prepare a small entourage ready to go to Egypt."

"Wont we be staying here, sultan?" The man asked, confused as to why Salauddin would be leaving Jerusalem this early.

"We will, but I will make a short trip in between."

Of course, Salauddin cant just let you go to Egypt alone. The sultan will have to make proper arrangements to welcome you there.

And to find out what you're really there for.

He returned to his tent, his eyes landing on the chess board. Walking upto it, he looked at how you had defeated him.

Salauddin smirked, using his finger to knock down the white king.

It'll be fun to make Baldwin jealous.

Part 4 is here!

[georgeclarkesgf]

a request for maybe some george smut after he comes back from the useless hotline tour that we werent able to go on ?? so like he hasnt seen us in a while

the second george steps into his bedroom, he drops his bags and heads for the shower. he knows you're on your way over, having been waiting by your phone all day for him to let you know he's back. so when your phone dinged, you were already halfway out the door, tripping over your own feet trying to get there as soon as possible.

conveniently, you live about a ten-minute walk away, meaning you're used to seeing george every day. the two weeks he and max had been on tour were difficult, but you tried to make the best out of the situation and would call each other whenever you could.

a few minutes after he had got in the shower, you're at the flat taking the familiar path to his room. your heart pounds in anticipation as you undress quickly after closing the door, glad you'll finally be with him again.

the warm air surrounds you when you step inside the bathroom and lazily drag your eyes over his body. he's standing under the water, eyes closed and head thrown back, making you think of the more sinful times you'd seen him in this position.

"hi george." you say, a smile breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"hi darling. come here." he replies, arms outstretched toward you.

you step into the shower, letting him pull you into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. his arms tighten around you and you close your eyes, water cascading over you both. a comfortable silence sets in and several minutes pass before either of you speak.

"wish you could've come with us, you have no idea how much i missed you. i even struggled to fall asleep." george admits, his cheeks turning slightly red at the confession.

"really?" you raise your eyebrows at him to which he nods, "i missed you too. had to cuddle the teddy you got me instead. wasn't the same."

your hands untangle from his hair and cup his jaw, connecting your lips in a kiss. as the water continues to flow, the kiss grows more passionate. george's hands travel further down, one landing on your ass and squeezing it, the other pressed flat against your lower back to pull you closer to him.

"george," you don't mean for it to come out so breathless, but when his lips detach from yours to trail kisses down your neck, you can't help it, "you've literally just stepped through the door."

"mhm. but, i also currently have my sexy, loving, amazing girlfriend, who i've missed so much, naked in my shower. so, i don't understand the issue." he counters, making you giggle.

two fingers make their way between your legs and start toying with your clit before sliding into you, the sudden stretch causing your knees to buckle. you can feel his cock against your thigh, so you begin pumping him at the same pace he's fingering you, steadily building up your orgasm.

he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot inside you and your orgasm washes over you within minutes, hands scratching at his back. your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers, moans filling the room while you ride out your high.

"fuck, baby." you pant, trying to catch your breath.

a proud smirk is plastered on george's face, "you good?"

"so good. your turn."

you go to drop to your knees to return the favour, but he's quick to stop you and shake his head. when a pout appears on your lips, he kisses it away.

"as amazing as that would be, i need to be inside you, like now." he pleads and grips your hips, moving you until your back is pressed against the shower wall.

contradicting his words, he slowly drags his cock through your folds, letting the tip bump your clit a few times. but you're impatient, so you replace his hand with yours and align him with your entrance, jaw dropping as he pushes in.

"fuck, you feel so good, shit." he groans, hands on your hips keeping you steady while he fucks up into you.

he starts off slow, letting you adjust, but as your moans and whimpers grow more desperate, so do his thrusts. the only two words leaving your mouth are 'fuck' and 'george', his ego growing and determination to make you cum doubling.

a particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, holding onto him tighter. the sound of skin slapping echoes around the bathroom, more than likely being heard over the water that's still running.

"you close darling, yea? you gonna cum?" he leans down, connecting your lips once again, not giving you time to respond.

the knot in your stomach is dangerously close to snapping and he knows, one of his hands leaving your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

"please george." you whimper, clenching around him so tight he swears his brain short circuits.

"cum for me."

a whine escapes your lips and you throw your head back, letting your second orgasm take over your body. his rhythm falters as you cum around him, raking your nails up his back until they're digging into his shoulders.

george's head drops to your shoulder, thrusting into you a few times before pulling out, spilling over your thighs with a moan. both of your chests are heaving while you try to even out your breathing and he places multiple kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"well, that was quite the welcome home." george chuckles, "might leave more often if that's what i get when i come back."

"don't you dare."

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a low whistle comes from behind george as he enters the kitchen. you're curled up in his bed, having had a proper shower after his 'welcome home', and he's gone to grab you some water in just a pair of joggers, not realising bright red scratch marks are all over his back.

"take it y/n is here then?" chris chuckles, eyeing george from the sofa.

"uh, yea? how'd you know?" he furrows his brows in confusion since there's no sign of your things in the kitchen or living room.

before chris can answer, arthur hill walks in, eyes widening when he notices the marks too.

"damn george, what the hell happened to you?"

"y/n." chris replies, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"ah, right." arthur nods in understanding with a smirk on his face.

deciding to ignore their comments, george walks back to his room, being met with your horrified expression when he turns around.

"george! did you actually go to the kitchen like that?" you groan and he nods, confused, "there's marks all over your back. it's so obvious we've just fucked."

well, that explains it.

a/n not proofread sorry <33 hope you enjoyed!

[zeropro]

What are your thoughts on transformers prime and transformers one?

TL:DR I liked both! TFP was my first Transformers show that I watched all the way through and TF1 was a lot of fun! Opinions on Starscream under the break pfpfpfpfpfpf

Prime was literally my first Transformers experience (Okay that's not true, I did see the first Bay movie when it came out but lets not talk about that). It's really good! My favorite character was Ratchet, I loved that he's just a tired, grumpy, racist old man and he's a doctor. Knock Out was the best thing to come out of TFP and he really should be in more stuff. Really would have loved a fourth season but it wouldn't have been the same without the children around. I liked what we got!

Prime has an excellent Starscream, Steve Blume does an amazing performance with both his deep conniving gravel and his high pitched terrified sputtering. So much character in his animation too, especially in later seasons, and an incredibly compelling character arc. Prime Starscream is not a good person, but I would burn the world for him, and I like the small moments in the show that hint at something in his character that could be turned to good, but circumstance always works against him in that regard. He's just so pathetic, but also competent and dangerous, all the best qualities of a Starscream and a very unique design!

Transformers One was quite good, I was worried because of the trailers but I was surprised by how well executed it all was. None of the characters were annoying, and making Optimus Prime originally one of the oppressed class alongside Megatron was a good move. The scene where Orion gives Dee the sticker is so cute, I simply cannot. The ending felt a bit rushed but what can you do, it wasnt so bad that it's a problem for me.

I would have loved just a little more Starscream in the movie! Like, I knew he wasn't really gonna be in the movie much so i was prepared for it to be little more than a glorified cameo, but I loved a lot of what we did get and I feel like it was missing just a little bit more! Like, the whole High Guard turned rogue backstory he has is great, implies some honor to his character since he didnt keep serving Sentinal when the guy turned Cybertron over to the Quintissance. I think it's hilarious that Starscream is so much older than Megatron. Like, they gave us a lot of food to make headcanons out of, but then the rushed ending kind of left me with no real reason given for him and the rest of the High Guard to go with Megatron without a fight. Like, I think the reason given was that, because Megatron beat him up that one time, and then killed Sentinal, and since the High Guard became a might makes right society and hates Sentinal, I guess thats why they are loyal to him now. And I guess the one line where Starscream is like "all hail megatron" is supposed to indicate he's 100% behind Megatron now and not just a spur of the moment thing. And I guess them following his command to destroy the city is why theyre being banished. But like...idk, every other plot point was well established and properly played out, and the whole decepticons thing just didnt really feel like enough, and i kind of feel like it should have been more clearly communicated considering its an entire one side of a two sided war? I feel like we werent shown the high guard doing anything egregiously bad besides attacking people because megatron told them to.

Like, there's nothing in the movie to suggest that Starscream and the High Guard arent still loyal to the Primes. So when Orion comes back as a prime, like a proper prime, with the matrix and everything, which everyone knows will make the energon flow again, I'm surprised Starscream didnt at least try to make excuses or worm his way into avoiding banishment? My headcanon is he wanted to kill Sentinal as bad as Megatron and so when Megatron finally does what he failed to do for 50 cycles, he's like aite im ride or die for this guy. Maybe 50 cycles of living in the wilderness doing nothing but scout and pit fight all day changes a guy and they dont wanna live in a society anymore. Why dont they accept Optimus as the new prime? They helped him and Elita save their friends, and unlike Sentinal Optimus has the actual Matrix this time. Idk mang. Woulda liked a bit more.

Transformers One, not my favorite design for Starscream. The head vents going wide at the bottom look weird to me, and his legs are so long and flat.

Thems my opinions!

[cxrsed-angel]

Girls Night Out | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

word count 1k

summary: joel takes care of you after your first girls night out

warnings: mentions of sex but isn’t actually, drinking, age gap, (joel is in his late 50s, reader is in her 20s), mentions of puking

gif credits: @/ pedrohub

“Joel I think your girl had a few drinks too many,” Tommy laughs taking a sip of his drink before walking away. joel says silent prayer hoping you werent making too much of a fool of yourself. 

He knew you had a hard time adjusting to jackson, used to surviving not living, when you told him about a group of girls your age inviting you out to go drinking with them be encouraged it, and tagged along since you were nervous, he expected you to makes some new friends but he didn’t expect those friends to get you drunk of your ass. 

He sighs and sets his drink down, and turns around to see you on top of one of the tipsy bison’s tables, dancing with one of the girls, grinding your hips against hers, the short dress one of the girls gave you, riding up your thigh as you moved your hips, his jaw clenching when hears a few of the younger guys that were watching whistle at you.

“For fucks sake.” he mutters as he approaches the table. 

“Hi ladies, hey sweetheart I think its time to go.” he holds his hands out to you, but you stay on the table, refusing.

“Noo Im having fun, I haven't had fun in forever and Im making friends look.” you gesture to the girls, and they wave as your words slurred. continuing dancing on the top. Joel lets outs a tired sigh, hoping you don't fall off and hurt yourself.

“Can you refill it please.” you beg,  pouting and giving him your best puppy dog eyes handing him your empty glass. he’s about to refuse when Tommy comes over, he pats Joel’s shoulder.  

“That’s what happens when you’re dating a younger girl huh she has to much energy for you.” he jokes as he watches you still dancing and taking a sip of your friend's drink. 

“ Fuck off, Tommy.  C’mon you've had enough darling can you please get down.” he asks again but you refuse again moving away from him as he tried to gently pull you down you lose your balance in the hells you had spent all week learning how to walk in, a foot slips off the table, luckily Joel catches you before you could hit the hardwood. 

 “You okay?” he asks but you're not paying attention. You're focusing on Joel's brown eyes and how they shine in fairy lights strung long the wall. You silently admire him for a few minutes. Not realizing he was speaking to you. “You with me sweetheart?” 

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are” you sloppily run your hand up his chest clumsily, trying to be sexy. 

Joel lets out a small chuckle at the state you were in. “Yes baby you have, come on let’s get you home ” he lightly grabs your arm helping you with your footing, one of the girls, just as drunk as you if not more comes up to you. 

“This is joel? you’re right he is hot, you’re so lucky.” you smile and slip out of Joel’s hand taking the opportunity to gush about him more. 

“I know he’s so hot,  you should hear him when he’s pissed. His southern accent gets stronger it’s so sexy, it makes me so we—“Joel cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, blushing a bit. 

“Okay! baby it’s time to go.” you wave to your new friends as joel leads you to the front. He finally thinks he managed to get you out of there one of the younger guys watching you dance blocks the door

“Hey you looked good dancing up there what’s your name.” Joel’s grip on you tightens, he’s about to tell him to fuck off, but you beat him to it 

“Ew, no i have a boyfriend” he looks at Joel hand on your waist and scoffs. 

“Who? not this old fuck, come on I bet the old man can’t even get it up anymore don’t you wanna someone who could go all night doll .” before you could come up with a response Joel fist collides into his nose, you could tell its bad when it starts bleeding, probably breaking his nose.

You hear gasps from everyone in the bar; but before anyone can do anything, Joel is already leading you out the door walking you home. 

After many stumbles and you puke up all the alcohol in your system. Joel finally makes it home into your shared room. He sits on the bed next to you and rubs your back, as you lay down on the bed staring at him. 

“Joel youre so hot” 

He lets out a laugh “you’ve said before baby” he tries to get up from the bed, but you hold onto his hand, making him stay next to you

“No don’t leave please” you start tearing up at the thought of him not being next to you. 

Joel frowns not understanding why you were crying “I’m not going anywhere just gonna get you a change of clothes and some food, maybe a bucket or something.” he tries to explain, but you cling onto him, crying a bit harder. 

“No Joel please don’t leave me.” Joel’s caught off guard by your bawling and sits back on the bed. 

“Okay Im not going anywhere Im right here just go to sleep baby.” he lays next to you but sees you still sniffing and crying. 

“Sweetheart why are you crying,” he asks, full of concern, worried someone did something or hurt you. his worries only grow when you shake your head and refuse to tell him. “C’mon baby it’s okay you can tell me.” 

You take a deep breath wiping your tears and face him “They’re gonna kick me out.” You cry out, Joel’s face frowning confused 

“Who baby?” 

“They! Everyone. Jackson, Maria. I fucking don’t know who does it specifically! ” Joel looks at you, trying to piece together what you’re saying. 

“Why would they kick you out?.” 

You stop cry a little and sit up, “This morning at breakfast I put my dirty plate in the wrong place I put it with the bowls Joel, the bowls! I was gonna fix it but then the girls started talking to me and lead me out talking about girls night out and what time to meet and I didn’t get chance to go back.” Joel stared at you with wide eyes at your babbled confession, he tried to hold in his laughter not wanting to upset you more. 

“Baby they ain’t gonna kick you out because of that okay I promise.” you look at him sniffling, 

“Really?” Joel nodded reassuring you

“Yea it was just an accident, sweet girl it didn’t hurt anybody, I doubt they even noticed.” 

You stop crying and lay down cuddling against him, “ok, but if they kick me you out I’m telling you I told you so.” Joel smiles laughing a little as you closed your eyes slowly falling asleep. 

Joel relaxes as you calm down. He thinks about it and realizes he’s never seen you drunk, he’s seen you drink here and there but never enough to let your guard know, not like this. It makes me happy that he had found a place for you and Ellie, that was safe, and you could relax, He knew that the both of you had been through so much and were forced to grow up fast. It was times like this when he remembers just how young you were, still in your twenties. 

He rubs your head on his shoulder, lying down; he thinks about how he would take care of you every day if it gave you a chance to have a somewhat normal young adulthood. He closes his eyes to sleep, and it’s quiet for a few minutes until he heard your voice again. 

“Joel. I think I need to throw up.” Joel laughs a little before sitting up to help you. 

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Bonus: Joel woke up early to go to the dining hall hoping to grab some of your favorite breakfast foods, he was placing the food in a to go container when he hears a group of whispering behind him. 

“god he’s so hot,” he turns around and sees the group of girls you were with last night; he sees them looking fresh and awake and wonders how they weren’t hungover. he turns back and continues getting your food but they continue whispering.

 “aww he’s getting her hangover food, I wish I had a sexy older man taking care of me.” 

Joel shakes his head but continued ignoring them, moving over to get some coffee. 

“I know I bet he fucks her so good.” Joel eyes widen at the comment and spills the hot coffee on the table and a little on his hand, cursing under his breath. he starts cleaning up when Tommy walks over, making joel jump slightly as he playfully slaps his shoulder. 

“Jesus Joel why are you so jumpy just came to check on your girl.” Joel relaxes and continues filling up the coffee cups. 

“It's - Im fine, she’s fine I actually need to go check on her now.” he answers quickly, trying to leave the dining hall before he hears anymore of their conversations but not fast enough. 

“No, he’s definitely the #1 DILF here. Do you see him?” 

“We don’t even know if he has kids. ”

“He doesn’t have to have kids to be a daddy.” 

Tommy and Joel overhear their conversation as the girls walk by, Joel feels his face starts getting red, wondering how much you told them last night. 

“Were-are they talking about you?” Tommy asks but Joel just shakes his head and heads towards the door. 

“I gotta check on her, know she’s gonna a bad hangover. I'll see you later Tommy” he says as he leaves out the door, hoping to forget that whole situation ever happened. 

[yunppeo]

was it so casual to you?

pairing: choi yeonjun x reader.

warnings: none…? its a bit suggestive but youll live, uhh, angst angst

word count: 1.0k :p

NOW PLAYING: casual by chappell roan🎵

a casual night out for you consists of being with yeonjun.

someone you dont want to keep seeing but you always find yourself driving over to his place, sometimes even in the car with him as he picked u up.

and here u are, strapping your bra back on in the backseat of his car.

his hands remaining on your body, not going anywhere. you were used to his warm touch, but sometimes it felt different. like today, something felt.. off.

he seems to take note of your odd expression and spoke up.

“whats up..?” he sits up, getting closer to your face as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“nothing.” he stares into your eyes for a moment, as if he knows youre lying.

“okay.” he kisses your cheek. normally this would make u happy, you would smile brightly but after finding out what hes been saying… you werent so happy anymore.

you bit your lip to contain yourself from saying anything else.

it was quiet the ride back to the dorms, you both felt the awkwardness albeit still didnt speak up. the only noise you found comfort in was the rain. you looked out the window admiring the falling rain.

he stops in front of your dorm building. you dreaded the idea of walking into your dorm after hanging out with him, knowing your roommate will be disappointed.

all of your friends have told you how much he was a bad guy. you didnt listen.

you clear your throat and open the car door, hesitating to look at him. “ill see you later.”

he wanted to tell you something but you had already closed the door and gone to walk inside.

“y/n.” your roommate greets you as you walk into your dorm and lay against the closed door.

“i hate myself for letting this drag on for so long.” your voice starts to quiver as tears start to fall. you slid down the door as hugged your legs.

your roommate immediately goes to comfort you.

“its hard being casual.”

your roommate pats your back, hugs you, does anything to comfort you. she makes you stand up and sit on the bed. she wipes your tears before going to her phone to text all of your other friends.

“im convinced he put you under a spell or something.” she laughs awkwardly trying to lighten the mood.

you stay quiet before the door slams open.

“y/n. are you okay? did he say thing to hurt you? ill set his dorm on fire i dont care.” your friend, hanni, immediately goes up to you.

“im fine, hanni.”

“thats bs girl.” she sighs as she examines you as if you were sick. “its gonna be okay.”

“y/n, i know youre gonna hate me for saying this but you need to talk to him.” danielle chines in, she looks at you with empathy.

“ill think about it.”

-

“y/n!” yeonjun calls out. its been a week since u last saw him. you ignored him hoping he would take the hint.

he didnt.

he ran and stood in front of you to stop you from walking. “you havent been answering my texts.. or calls.. are you ignoring me..?”

you sigh, trying to look for a way out of this conversation.

“lets talk about it later.”

“talk about what?” there was silence. “y/n?..”

“later, yeonjun.” you walk off, looking at people whispering about your interaction with yeonjun just now.

-

as you were walking to your dorm you noticed him standing right infront of your door. you wished you could have turned around and left. but you knew you couldnt avoid this any longer.

“y/n!” his face lights up a bit. making your heart clench.

you dont reply and just open the door to your dorm. you knew your roommates werent going to be there for anytime soon. it was the perfect time.. to talk.

you silently invited him in and he obliged.

the moment he closed the door, his hands went straight to your waist, leaving kisses on your neck.

“no, yeonjun.” you politely shove him off you.

“whats up with you!?”

“whats up with me?! me?!?” you scoff stare at him, shaking your head.

“you said no attachment, yeonjun. why are we doing this?” you look him in the eye, waiting for a response.

“y/n.. i..”

“what, yeonjun? am i not ‘just a girl you bang on your couch’? hm?” his eyebrows furrow. he didnt know you had found out about the things he was saying.

“say something, yeonjun.”

“im sorry.”

“thats all you have to say?” you scoff. taking deep breaths. “after you told me ‘we’re not together.’ what were we then? friends with benefits? what?”

he stayed there silent. he didnt know what to say.

“i hate you, yeonjun.”

“y/n wait.. hear me out.”

“no?! why should i? you kept acting like we were dating, but then you go on dates with other girls? kissing them, buying them gifts…”

he licks his lips. he had been caught.

“we’ve been doing this for how long, yeonjun..? ive met your family.. your friends.. all for nothing.”

“but i do like you, y/n..”

“clearly not enough.”

there was more slience.

“was it so casual to you..?”

“it wasnt! no trust me, y/n.”

“stop lying, yeonjun. i know everything.” you finally had enough of him.

“just go, yeonjun. dont ever contact me ever again. i dont want to see you ever again. get out.”

“wait y/n please.” he pleads.

“get out.” tears start flowing, yeonjun felt the need to hold you close to comfort you but he knew you wouldnt want that. from him atleast.

he took one last good look at you. taking in all your beautiful features. before walking out never speaking to u ever again.

it was.

[mukbangg]

Billy and an ex-outlaw reader who has a bit of ptsd? If you’re still in the market for prompts :)

Omg I have so many of yalls prompts writings in progress....trynna write between school and work. Nonnie, iiiii dk if this is written right might make part 2.

(Me writing during work: you write porn w the same hands you serve coffee ?)

Jesse and his boys were old acquaintances of yours.

Though you never did ride with them, you've crossed paths with their lot quite a few times. What started out as a rivalry had turned into more like friendly competition before you had earned their respect by saving their asses more times you can count.

But when your crimes had caught up to you, resulting in much bloodshed involving your family back at home well...you werent eager to get back in business.

Fact is, you've left your past behind and settled down a little way off a lone town, behind a beautiful spread of a meadow.

A cozy barn, small and snug.

Just like your momma had always wanted.

So when a familiar group of cowboys come trotting through the meadow....let's say you werent all that pleased.

"Jesse,"

You tip your hat at the blonde astride his horse.

"Boys,"

"Well, look who's alive,"

He laughed, swinging off his horse and sweeping you into a crushing hug. You softened with a sigh, patting him on the back.

When you'd decided to settle, he'd kicked up such a fuss, mad that you decided to leave in your prime.

You were like the gang's little sister, or maybe an annoying cousin that swings by every now and then.

"Here lemme introduce you to-"

"Billy,"

You were suddenly aware of the towering fella who had emerged abruptly from the group. Dark curls peeking out from his hat, broad shoulders and a rugged air to him, he was a handsome one. But what takes the cake was his piercing blue eyes, fixed unwaveringly on you.

It would be intimidating if not for how subtly they raked over your body.

"Eyes up here cowboy,"

You mutter to the man lowly, gripping his outstretched hand in a firm shake.

"Replaced me so soon, jesse?"

You turn back to the blonde, raising a brow at him.

"Well doll, Billy heres quite the gunslinger, maybe even better than ya,"

You swat playfully at his chest, a round of laughter rising from the group. Jesse chuckles, before he shrugs, kicking at the ground. You know that look.

"So my boys and I need to lay low for awhile and well..."

He raised his brows at you, a sliver of a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Hell no, jesse, you know I'm out,"

You huffed, shaking your head firmly. Annoyance rises like a whip in your chest, you alway were quick to temper.

"You know that, after what happened...."

"Aw c'mon, just a couple o' weeks? We promise we wont bring you no trouble, we'll even help out-"

You held up a finger, trying hard to maintain your stern facade.

"I cant risk it, such a large group of men, oh I swear to god-"

"Using the lord's name in vain-"

Jesse attempted at a joke before swallowing his words when met with your burning scowl. His group stirs uneasily behind him.

"Just a week?"

Billy's voice rang out. He steps forward, blue eyes pleading as a warm smile crack over his lips. You sighed, ready to turn down his offer.

"Towns people talk, what if they see y-"

"We'll do chores, we'll earn our keep, surely you can use the rest, miss? It's a big place to take care of,"

Now that, was tempting. Your barns not huge but you're only one person, and the day passes quick when you busy about with the chores. And to add on, a group of men you trust does put your worries at ease.

Living away from town always had the threat of robberies and whatnot, especially for a lone girl like yourself. You've hidden pistols everywhere in the house, one slung around your hip, though you're never sure if you'd be able to pull the trigger on someone when it comes down to it...

What a joke, you used to be one of the most feared outlaw with an aim as true as the sky is blue.

Now you cant even stand the sound of your door slamming.

"Fine,"

You finally relented, clicking your tongue with a jerk of your head to allow the group to flood into your house.

They cheered and hollered, Jesse and slapping Billy on the back before heading in.

"G'job butterin' her up Billy boy!"

"Y'better believe I'll be working the lot of you to your bones!"

You huffed after him, before turning back to Billy.

"And you! I swear t'God if any of yall give me trouble I'm coming for you first!"

He leans close, tipping his hat at you with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

"Your wish is my command, pretty,"

Billy brushes past, leaving you all flustered and red in the cheeks , with a looming dread that you've got more than a few rowdy cowboys to worry about.

What did your momma used to say?

Butterflies in your damn stomach.

(Haiii I'm lowkey bad at story stuff might make a part 2...? If yall want? Gimme some ideas what you wanna see in part 2 if you want)

[simping4-2manyppl]

Hey! Can I request a fluff with Bill and a fem!reader, they're both famous and the story takes place in 2008, please ? (Abt the plot : it's their first date and they're a bit scared abt being caught etc...) Bye bye 💞

Bill Kaulitz 🎤

First date ❣️

Hii!! Tysm for requesting this hope you like it 🫶🏼 xx a bit short but i hope u enjoyy!!

Bill x fem!reader

Fluff!

You were currently looking in the mirror at your outfit, hoping it looked good enough to impress bill, you had met one night at a party where his band mates and him were at and you eventually started talking all night long.

You both had alot in common and got along great, which was why he had asked you out on a date hoping to get to know you better, and you accepted.

You sighed thinking it was good enough as you looked at the time, “shit..” you said grabbing a long brown coat, putting it on and heading to the car your assistant set up for you.

It wasnt anything nice which was perfect, seeing as you didnt want paparazzi ruining your date.

You got in the backseat as the driver closed the door for you, saying thank you and quickly got in himself, driving away to the restaurant.

Once you arrived you thanked the driver and went in, looking around seeing if youd spot bill anywhere.

Once you scanned the room you spotted him and walked over with a smile on your face. “Hello there stranger.” You said jokingly.

“Hi! You made it finally, you look so gorgeous!” He said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. You chuckled and hugged him back with a slight blush on your face, sitting down.

“Thanks you look really good too.” You said a bit shy, he chuckled and nodded saying thank you with a big smile on his face.

“Was your ride here okay?” he said looking around, you nodded. “Yes it was pretty good, i think we should be okay, how about yours?” You said resting your arms on the table also looking around.

“It was good! I sent my brother around so paparazzi could follow him instead so they couldnt crash our date but hey you can never be too careful right?” He said chuckling softly.

“No yeah, i get it i mean if someone notices you they almost immediately notify the press or something.” You said chuckling, “but lets try to not let them ruin this alright?” You told him, smiling hoping to get him to relax a bit.

He nodded as you two talked until you ordered your food and drinks, still continuing to talk even while you received your meals.

You chuckled, “thats sweet bill” You said as he nodded, laughing as well, “i was about 12 i just wanted to do something nice for my cousin, so you know i dressed as santa claus.” He said with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

You giggled, “its cute!” you said smiling. Once you finished eating, you had both went on and on talking about so many things, such as your career’s, how they both took off and most things alot of people didnt know. It was nice to talk to someone and you had already felt a connection with him.

You were a bit nervous as the thought of the paparazzi catching you guys together crossed your mind. Bill noticed this and placed his hand on yours, “hey dont worry, whatever happens happens, ya know it wont matter what anyone says. Its our business and no one elses.” He said with a reassuring smile.

You smiled back and thought how cute he sounded, “you’re right. Thanks bill that made me feel much better!” You said blushing a bit, no one that you have gone out with had said anything like that to you, they would usually just ignore you after and never talk to you again, some would brag and share things that werent true just for the fame.

“Wanna get out of here?” You said grinning, “i know a quiet place where the paparazzi or just anyone wouldnt be able to find us.”

He nodded, “sure, thatd be great!” You smiled and left a tip on the table as you both walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.

You did look around a bit out of habit of not wanting to get caught, but you felt okay as you had just spent the most amazing evening with the most amazing boy you have ever met.

You both were okay that day, not getting caught thankfully but by your fourth date you had been caught, but you both were okay with it because you had hung out alot and became very close, eventually admitting eachothers feelings for the other.

Even if you had your worries, as did he you both made it work out and thats all that mattered.

[ladylovegood-69]

"The Sun and the Moon"

Part2

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The next day you had to train Jakesully to ride an ilu.

You and Jakesully where in water as you called for an ilu "Today Jakesully you will ride an ilu. They are different, not like your ikrans. Ilus can make tsaheylu with everybody, they to not bond with a person for life." you said as an ilu showed up next you.

"Ha but dont kids like ride does, i saw you ride a biger one, a tsurak." Jakesully said not liking the idea of riding an ilu, after all he is great Toruk Makto he can ride a biger animal, a tsurak.

"Yes but tsuraks are for the great worriors, the strong ones, you Jakesully are new to this its better for you to start with an ilu." you responded. But after a few convincing, and Jakesully braging how he is strong and he can do it, and to not let you forget that he rode toruk, you let him. He was starting to annoye you.

A few of other worriors you called where holding a tsurak, trying to keep it calm and not swim awey as Jakesully preperred and made a tsaheylu. "Im telling you Jakesully, its hard to learn to ride a tsurak, it is better to go back to training with ilu." you said not really sure if this is ganna end well.

"No. This one. Didnt i tell you i rode Toruk." he said back getting on the tsurak. You just furrowed your brows and huffed in respond. Fine, then at least i can watch him fall.

"Dont forget, when you dive in you have to have a good position. Its very importent." you said making sure he is listening. Jakesully turned his head your way looking at you "I got this." you just narrowed your eyes not beliving him but nodded. And then Jakesully went foword into water and flew up a few meter in the sky, but he was not flying straith, but side to side. You heard laughters behind you, so you turned around and glared at them shuting them up.

As you looked at Jakesully again you saw him dive in, but get out the water alone without the tsurak. You werent really supprised i mean it is his first time.

Thats it for the training, you and Jakesully where going to shore. As you where walking Jakesully was asking you questions witch annoyed you. He was talking to much.

"So how old are you, 18?" "16" that seems to shock him. Not ganna lie, you are bigger. You are just one year older then his oldest son.

"Then how you ride a tsurak, i tought you said only worriors ride them." asked Jakesully. "Thats becouse i am a worrior, i did my iknimaya last year. Witch got me my tattos." i responded annoyed.

He sense my annoyenc and shut up not asking any quastions, witch you where happy about. "Here is where we part Jakesully, tomorrow we will train again." i said. "Tsurak?" he asked. "Perhaps, good day Jakesully." you responded walking awey as Jakesully said his goodbyes.

As you where walking you saw your subling Tsireya and lover training the Sully kids breathing and decided to join them. Thanks to Rotxo you found at what there names where.

As you started walking there way, your lover noticed you, and got up to greet you.

"My Y/n." he said hugging you and putting his head on my chest. "Hello sunshine." you gretted him and kissed his head. "Come train with us." said Rozxo draging you to the others.

You sat down close to Rozxo as you put your hand on his thigh, and you noticed him blushing at your action witch got you to tighten your grip.

"Hello sister, glad you joined us." said Tsireya glad to see her sister. "Hello Tsireya, i just finishe training with Jakesully, and saw you so i decited to come and check how its all going." you responded. You looked around, cheking the Sullys and showing the sigh 'i see you' witch they all returned expect of the oldest girl. She seems to stare at you, thinking why an adult was with them.

Tsireya notecing the confusion on Kiris face decited to introduce you "Guys this is my older sister Y/n, she is the same age as us, 16 years old." The Sullys got supprised, you where just a little older then them, looking like an adult. Tsireya and Rozxo giggled seeing there reaction to there sister/lover. As the Sullys heard there giggles they snaped back and looked awey emberessed to be caught staring. You just looked at them squizing Roxtos thigh. "Its okey, ma Y/n does look older with how she lookes, after all she is a worrior." Rotxo explained looking at you with heart eyes, witch also cought Sullys attention.

"Are you guys together?" asked Lo'ak staring at you two. "Yes." you said, looking straith at him. He looked awey quikly, you looked very intimiteded responding to his question.

"You are a worrior, you did your iknimaya?" asked Neteyam, looking curious. His not ganna hide how awe he was of you. "I am, and i did." you replied turning to look at him but not as intimedating as before. He nodded his head "Wow, thats cool."

"It is, she is my worrior." said Roxto looking at you and then putting his hean on your shoulder. You looked at him and pulled him closer to you by his weist and keeping your arm there and kissing his head.

"Lets get back to water, i think you got this." said Tsireya standing up as we folowed her action and got in water.

As the others swim around or on there ilus, you and Rotxo where far from them swimming around eacother.

You got closer to Rotxo as he did to you, and you put your hand around his weist as he put his hands around your neck, and put your foreheands together enjoying eachothers presents. Just floating in the water.

Rotxo then looked up at you, looking at your eyes then at you lips, going back and fort. You knew what he wanted but you just wached wanting him first to lean in witch he did. He closed his eyes leaned his head and kissed you. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, slowly wanting to taste him, feel him.

And then you forced his mouth open puting your toung in, squizing his weist. Roxto gasped, flusterd by the action, witch got him to swolow some water.

You saw this and ammediately pulled him to the surfec patting his back a little to make sure he got all the water he swolowed out.

"Sorry, sorry you just got me a little supprised, thats all, you know how i get all flusterd when you do that." Roxto said looking down emberessed.

You lifted his head up looking at him. You didnt like when he wasnt looking at you. "No sunshine it wasnt your fault. I know how you get flusterd, i was just cought in the moment, i love being that close to you. I shoud be apolagizing. Im sorry sunshine." you said kissing his head hopping that he will forgive you.

He looked back at you as you where talking and just smiled. You werent a person to show emotion and seing how open you are with him made him really happy. "I forgive you ma Y/n i alweys would." he said and kissed you on the lips.

You kissed him back pulling him close again. This time he was the one opening his mouth for you and you put your toung in just like he wanted.

As you countinude making out Rotxo started to be a little louder moaning. Witch cought someones attention, Kiris.

She got on the surfice of the water and saw you and Roxto having a moment. She rolled her eyes, groaning. She wished she never got to see that.

Roxto who heard the groan of the girl detached his lips from you with got you to groan from not filling his lips anymore, but he didnt pay attention to that.

He looked at Kiri with wide eyes, blushing hard from emberesment for being cought. "K-kiri!" he said with a little chukle, being nervous. "W-what are you doing here?" he countinude, trying to make this less awkwerd then it already is.

You on the other side liked that you where cought. That just showes who your Roxto belongs to. You. Tho you where mad that she ended your guys make out, and it shows that all over your face.

You tsk-ed looking at her with narrowed eyes. Kiri just looked back at you and Roxto. By the way you arms where still around his weist same with his hands around you neck.

"I was just swimming around when i heard noises and i came to check, wished i didnt tho. You are really loud." said Kiri looking at Rotxo. Rotxo was very emberessed now, he didnt relaise how loud he was. He just put his head on your chest blushing hard.

You turned your head to look at Kiri "We apolagize for the noise making." you said. Kiri just nodded her head and swam awey into the water.

You lifted Rotxo head and you looked at eachother. "Im sorry that i was loud this was emberessing." he said, but you just shoke your head "Dont apolagize for that i love hearing you moaning it just makes me know im making you feel good. And plus showes that Kiri girl that your mine." you responded. Rotxo blushed, he was shoked of what you said, but really liked it. He put his head back to you chest saying quietly "You do make me feel good." hearing that you puffed your chest happy that you can make your lover feel good and loved like he desirved.

You wished this moment lasted longer but dutie calls and you have things to do. It is close to dinner time and you have to hunt for food. So you held Rotxo close to you and called for your Tsurak. Rotxo looked around seeing you tsurak come closer, he got a little scared. He deasnt really like being close to them knowing there dangures, but he trust you and knows you will protect him.

You made tsaheylu with your tsurak and picked up Rotxo and made him sit behind you putting a hand over his thigh to make sure that he doesnt fall, and you dived in going back to shore.

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Thats it for part two of "The sun and the Moon" hopped you enjoy reading it.

[cupoftaae]

Prompts 1 & 11 x Namjoon

""give me time, give us time" x "we're not just friends, and you fucking know it"

see prompt list here

for @ultimatenoona ! thanks for requesting and keeping me busy :) I wrote this on the train ride home from work

you asked me to pick between one and eleven, decided to merge them because why not

Enjoy!!

warnings- angst, swearing, sadness

you remember the night often, it was a new years eve party and all your friends were off somewhere either drunk, making out, high or depressed.

Where did you fall in the middle of all of that?

on the back balcony with your best friend Namjoon, who had just taken you off guard, kissing you when the clock had struck midnight.

you dragged him outside to speak privately

"Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I never meant to" he mumbled shyly, unable to look at you.

"you didnt, joon, I was just kinda shocked....I wasnt expecting it"

He nodded, his eyes stuck on the beer can in his grasp.

"Hoseok actually is the one who told me to do it" he snickered, making you smile

"oh yeah?"

"mm" he finally looked at you, hearing amusement in your voice. "He told me to man up and just confess already...which probably is something I should have done before...you know...kissing you"

You blushed harshly, making you reach out to grasp his hand, "I think you just did"

He giggled quietly and nodded, seeming embarrassed "yeah...guess I did"

You smiled at him softly

"I mean, can you blame me? you are so beautiful"

"joon" you giggled, covering your face

He stood up, looking down at you "all my friends doubted me whenever I told em about you" he began "they tried to brush off the closeness as just friendship....but"

You stood up, taking his hand and meeting his face closer

He whispered, cold breath hitting your skin "we're not just friends...and you fucking know it" he smirked

You nervously bit your lip, smiling

To be fair, this thing with him has been slowly burning for a while now, and so although you were shocked he made the move to kiss you, you weren't as surprised to hear that he had an infatuation with you.

You couldnt lie....you had developed feelings for your friend as well

"No.." you shook your head "I guess we aren't huh?"

the memory makes you smile, its something that provides a warm feeling every time it comes into your brain.

You wish that in this current moment however, things were similar to how you two bonded then...all those years ago.

Now, you were adults with responsibilities and work and family.

The both of you had been dating for almost 6 years now, moving in together, doing everything by each others side, you loved every second of it....but you also needed more.

Not from him, but from life itself.

You both werent worried about if you had a wedding or not, it wasnt a main priority for either of you despite your parents urges.

He worked a job 5 days a week, mostly gone from 7am, and getting home at midnight, all while you stayed home and tried to keep yourself busy.

You both had even tried to have a baby, but after months of no luck and a doctors appointment, you were told that it wouldnt be possible. It broke you, leaving you not want to leave home even more so, and of course it took a strain on your relationship.

He stayed out later, you never left that damn room unless it was to cook something for him that he wouldnt even end up appreciating.

You loved him, so fucking much, but you felt helpless as if nothing you did could or would fix the position you both had been in for quite some time. You wanted to live again, You wanted to go back to school and work and begin to experience life once more...but it was impossible to do here.

You both never spoke to eachother anymore, that is, until one night

"we cant keep doing this." you mumbled into the pillow, it had to have been around 4:30 am when he climbed into bed, he reeked of alcohol.

"what?" he was startled, looking over at your laying body, facing away from him.

Finally, you sat up with tears in your eyes, facing him

"honey...." he frowned and tried to hold your hand but you pulled back, "what is going on joon?" you whispered

"what do you mean? everything is fine"

"fine? this is the longest conversation we have had in weeks and you call this fine?" you sniffled, scoffing slightly as he sat against the headboard.

He wasnt sure what to say, so he shrugged

"im tired" you suddenly spoke again

"then...go to sleep sweetheart, im sorry i woke you-"

"no, im tired of this. tired of you pretending you care when you dont, because if you did you wouldnt fucking be coming home so late, you would fucking text me, you would fucking show me some appreciation once in a while, and you would at least fucking TALK TO ME!" you began to shout, standing out of the bed in frustration as warm tears fell off your cheeks.

His eyes widened, heart squeezing as he felt the wind knock out of him. Yes things were rough, but he didnt know it had been this bad.

"and yes..I know we have had a hard year, I know Namjoon, and Im sorry to put it all on you, but we are supposed to be a team, I love you and it feels like you stopped loving me back"

He stood to his feet quickly and made his way in front of you, "no- no no, Y/N, I-I love you so much, baby.." he held you, "why didnt you say anything earlier?"

"because you are never home!!!" you cried, pushing away

"im sorry...i dont blame you for anything, you didnt do anything wrong, the baby-"

"its more than that, I feel stuck here" you gestured between the both of you, anger filling your body.

He looked at you, pleading eyes

"I cant...I cant do it anymore" you exhale shakily

"no" he stepped closer, instantly falling to his knees in front of your legs. "baby...im sorry" he whispered, feeling tears prick his own eyes. "i'll do better, we can get better I promise, Whatever you want ill get you, we can get married, is that it? is that what you want? anything.... just please- dont leave me" he pressed his face against your thigh as you looked down at him

"I dont know what to say Namjoon" you cry, hand wiping your tears "I am over all of it"

He grasped your hand and looked up, "honey...please no no, im here, I will change we can do better" his eyes were wide, youve never seen him so vulnerable. "give me time, give us time....we- we can do it, yeah?"

You shrugged helplessly "we are gonna need to fix a lot more than you think...."

He nodded quick, "anything baby, anything, we will start as soon as we can....i cant do this without you" he pressed himself closer to you as you both cried, emotions on ice as the rooms tension and sadness infiltrated your hearts.

"dont leave...dont leave..." he whispered, repeating it to himself.

"....I wont"

[tenaciouschronicler]

November 26 2024 2009

I keep writing these so late in the evening. Its almost tomorrow, you cant type that fast.

I find it very interesting that these last few days have switched between each kid, sans Dave, kinda giving us a moment to re orient ourselves as to where we are in each of their narratives.

Rose has found some very pink, princess coded furniture that is very out of place for a secret underground lab. Theres cats, wizards and the most precious little mutant kitten.

Before the surprise cat, Rose actually was going to listen to the command suggestion to 'Be the Rider' which is a surprise in itself. Seeing the pony in Roses imagination made me think of a few things. First, how were you gonna ride the pony if Im pretty sure its still back in the main house? Then, realizing the pony has a heart on its flank that matches the hearts on the bed spread. And lastly, that pose Rose imagines looks very suspiciously like a wizard holding out a wand. I though you didnt like wizards, hm? These little connections really want you to see that this is all probably Moms stuff. But why is this all here and is it really her things or were these things she gave Rose that she grew out of? Though Rose does state its 'a little odd' and its up for debate if its because shes never seen this stuff or she also finds their location strange.

Now someone correct me if Im wrong, but I dont think Ive seen John with such a flat expression on his face.

In the next panel he and his slime shirt are both frowning (which Ive gotta say, having his shirt mirror his expressions is one of my favorite things). But here, something about it really conveys his apprehension to jumping down. John acts like its all just because of how crazy the room might be with harlequins if its Dads personal space. I dont buy it. Its more like all the addrenaline rush is leaving and hes realizing what hes thinking of doing. Hes never seen Dads room, hes never felt the need to. In another time, maybe his curiosity gets the better of him and he sneaks a peek and gets caught, or Dad finally invites John in to share his secrets once John has become a man. Here, Dad isnt around to tell John yes or no, scold him or embrace him. Its John deciding for himself, whether Dad finds out or not, if it even matters given everything thats happened, and he jumps right in.

Jade is making her way to the exit and I have to say these panels are interesting.

First off, that head in the top left corner kinda looks like one of the ogres John defeated but with massive tusks. Then theres the massive fireplace which is later shown to be taller than her Gandpa, with the pit area looking like a door. Honestly that fireplace doesnt look very safe from what we can see if the rooms floor really extends into it. Anyone could walk right into it if they werent careful. Curiously the fireplace is half purple and half yellow, colors weve seen so far associated with the dark and light kingdoms. And at the top a framed picture of Jade, pretty standard in most homes with a fireplace to be honest (everyday I live with the knowledge theres a very large picture of my quinceñera for everyone to see in my parents living room). I think this is the first time weve seen a human in clothes that arent white as Jade sports a... dress? maybe? i dont know something with capped sleeves in the same yellow shade as the kingdom of light. That in itself is enough to make me scratch my head with questions. Before she can make it past the "houseguests", Grandpa appears silouhetted by flames holding a giant gun that my brain keeps wanting to say is a bazooka. Please tell me they arent gonna strife with guns if he is.

I think the best part about it though is seeing that this is indeed so common Dave has used it before for SBAHJ.

I hope hes finished falling down the stairs.

[therealpontius]

Just for tonight… pt2!

Plot: bam takes you out to relive your teen years

Warnings: public nudity, drug misuse, alcohol, mention of death

This ones more sad and short i guess i kinda vented through it 😭

It was 1:50 now and you started changing into thicker clothes to shield yourself from the cold. Bam had sneaked out to get his skateboard, he would be back in ten minutes. God you felt alive again, like a child sneaking out for the first time. A loud wolf whistle sounded from outside your window and bam stood with a backpack and his skateboard in hand. You grabbed your camera and your skateboard you barley knew how to ride in your bag and climbed onto the roof that sat below your window.

"Hey bambam" you greeted him, hopping off the roof "hey y/n y/n, i know where to go follow me" you pulled out your board and followed behind him, you could ride, just not do tricks "supprised you can still ride" he shouted behind him, no doubt waking up a few neighbours "same to be honest" a laugh escaping your lips.

"DICO" bam shouts, next minute dico stands out of the shadows waving "hey shit heads whats going on?" The blunt balanced in his mouth and the lamp post that shon brightly was the only things lighting him up " what are you doing?" Bam asked, you stopped your board next to him, using his shoulders to get you off it "just hanging out with frantz in the skate park, we have weed"a devious smile spread on his face, that wasn't unusual though "cmon y/n" bam took your hand and led you over the small hill in the darkness to a small skate park where you could see frantz lying back on a bench, a cloud of smoke drifting away from him "frantzy we have visitors" fratzs head turned fast at the mention of his name "oh hey guys!"

The atmosphere was AWKWARD, bam skated around while you sat inbetween frantz and dico who were cracking jokes to eachother and reminiscing on childhood 'dramas' that werent so dramatic anymore "oh god i wish i had past me's struggles" frantz laughed passing the almost finished blunt to dico "speaking of past dramas and struggles... y/n! Hows that nose doing?" Wow dicos using your name for once "dented, look" dico and frantz both squint at your nose "still small but you can see the stiches, neat" frantz speaks softly "yeah it was a bugger to deal with" the silence was undoubtably awkward again "im sorry for calling you fattie i thought you found it funny" "ofcourse i didnt you idiot" you both laugh awkwardly "so y/n, where did you go?" "Delaware" they both tilt their heads in confusion "yeah ive got my own apartment and i play the electric guitar in the local pub" "when are you going back?" You paused a little after frantz question, god you didnt want it to be true "tomorrow..." "yikes..."

Bam returned, out of breath and smiley "cmon y/n follow me" you followed him and waved goodbye to frantz and dico. He led you to a flat ground and took his backpack off. 3am it was, Cold but the sky was slowly getting lighter and the air was crisp "finally old enough" bam says pulling his backpack off his shoulders, sitting down after it. You sat too, confusion on your face visible "drink! Here i know ciders your favourite" bam passed you four big bottles of cider before pulling his own drink out "bam thats too much! How much?" He flings his hand your direction "forget about it, i owe you it anyways" you open your first cider and put it to your mouth, the bitter yet sweet alcohol swimming down your throat "i guess so. So what have i missed with you bam, whats been going on?" He stared at the sky with a unreadable expression "im miserable, utterly miserable" bam flumps down onto his back, you following after him "you know i got a ton of money, chicks are coming for me left and right yet im still not happy. Is there something wrong with me?" You giggle slightly at his dramatic tone "no bambam nothings wrong with you. Close your eyes and think of what you REALLY want, then tell me." "I cant do that its embarrassing" "bam we might never see eachother again, try it" he goes silent for a minute giving you time to gulp your cider

"Fuck fine okay" you lay back down next to him and he closes his eyes "i uh... um... i kinda want... you?" A army of guilt stabs your heart, god why didnt you just wait at west chester "im sorry bam... you got me for tonight" "just for tonight?" "Just for tonight..." suddenly he pounces on you, kissing you like he was starving. Without words you both take off your jeans and shirts KNOWING what was about to happen  "are you okay with this bam? I mean like public" you where down for doing it anywhere but bam was more private, he didnt like anything out of his comfort zone "its going to be okay, im going to do things how you wanted them" he moves his body so that he was kneeling between your legs handing you a bottle of cider, getting his own too "cheers" with that you both downed as much as you could, putting the bottles down carelessly and continuing the kiss, the strong taste of cider from both your tongues making the experience so much better.

*CRUNCH*

Both of you froze as you head leafs and branches shuffle arounf, the sound was far enough but it soon became closer "quick! oh shit" bam whispered frantically, shoving his clothes on, you started too aswell "WHOS THERE?" You hear from behind you, a deep manly voice followed by a flash light that shon on the both of you. Bam had packed the drink back into his bag and got his skateboard ready, you had everything on but your shirt, failing to find it "FUCK" you screamed, picking your board up and the shirt that conveniently hid under it.

You both ran for your lifes, giggling like the kids you once where "BAM MY SHIRT!" He turned round and his face dropped "oh my FUCKING GOD" you both continued to laugh, running through the streets that where dimly lit by the years old street lamps and the moon that went down slowly untill you met a black alleyway "how the fuck did that happen" he says breathlessly "i couldnt find it!" You shoved it back on and stopped for a breath too, god that was fun.

You spent the next two hours drinking the rest of your ciders and taking photos of bam trying to skate untill the sun came back up. The fact that pedestrians started walking by made you realise that it was time to go, tome to say goodbye to westchester, to bam “bambam…” “yea babe?” God hes got far too comfortable “i need to go home now”

His eyes got watery and he faced away to hide from you “ill take you, lets go”

The skate home was sad, no words where spoke and bam done none of those unnecessary flips that are only just to show off. You got to your bedroom window and he just stood. He wasnt the man you met two days ago, he was the boy you knew six years ago again. The same expression on his face when you would be upset with him or when he had a bad day and came for you for hugs and a cheering up. The morning breeze blew your hair gently, it all seemed too perfect, perfect weather, perfect breeze perfect couple or so someone passing would think. “I need to go bambam” he just shrugged his shoulders and kept his head facing down “enjoy delaware” “i will…” with that you climbed back to your window, no goodbye.

Your parents woke you up at 2pm and you said your goodbyes, you knew once you left it was never going to be the same. Next time you see your dad it would probably be at your moms funeral and the same with everyone else is this ‘perfect’ town.

The car journey home was grim, no music, no dancing, no goodbye.

1am. you sat in your bed, you werent exactly sad but you felt empty like westchester was the reason for that huge hole in your hard that was never filled.

*tink*

*tink, tink*

You opened your blinds to your window hoping that the magpies werent banging there beaks off it again

“Hey sunshine! Wanna let me in its fucking freezing out here?” “BAM!”

@randomqueero :)

[wxnheart]

Birb Watching Anon- Yandere Corax x Remeberancer Reader

Quick note: I am not sure if I have made it clear, but the reader IS gender neutral (as much as I can make it)

You had been working with the Primarch for serveral months now. After your first piece having been approved, the little tower, RavenSpire was your home. Often when you werent busy with your duties, often you wandered around the spire. The tower was on first appearances rather bland and boring compared to the lavish sights of your homeworld and other ships. Hell, even the Lion's ship had a bit more decoration than here… However, you were snapped out of that mindset immediatly. YOu had noticed small cracks and dents alongside the spire with art often besides it. It intrigued you, and when asking your escort about it. They were often… very vauge about it. Your escorts were vertrans of course, they had fought alongside Lord Corax and were with him. Still, when they answered your question, it seemed with tact. Still, that was just a minor inconvionice. After all, they were just doing their jobs and intruiging you with your every whim. However, you noticed something was off over time… there seemed to be two factions at Deliverance, the Moonborn and the Terran born. They were as different as night and day, despite having the same genesire. Reflecting on that, maybe it was just a different aspect of the primarch's character that had never gotten expressed because of his circumstances.

The Terrans were often more curt and blunt than the moonborn, how ever, they were often move jovial and open. They often spoke praise about Horus as a whole, almost like he was an adoring father. As far you knew, Corax was one of the last found, so this was a new adjustment to the Moonborn as well as them. However, the treatment of the serfs was excessive. While, the Moonborn tended to ignore the serfs, or just give them with a slight level one might treat a speck of dust.

YOu had tried to appraoch the Terran Marines and ask them questions about Terra and fighting pre Corax, but often got no answer. they would take one look at you and your escort and turn away with an angry grimace on their face… Maybe at a another time. YOu were always being escorted at all times, it was standard protocal however.. you felt that you were really only getting one sided look at the legion. Pacing around your room, you schemed and planned. How were you going to get this interview… there was one commander that you hadn't met yet, they called him Soukhounou. YOu sat down and rubbed your temples with a feverish sigh. Sleep deprivation had been taking its toll on you… Dreams.. such fickle things… it was walways the same nightmare, and you couldnt intrepret it. You banished that thought from your head and gave yourself a pinch for good measure. NO. Your work will not suffer, it can. not. EVERYTHING is riding on this… your life, your family's honor… Getting up.. you grabbed your sketch book adn pens and left the room.

Still, you sat down and pulled up a holovid of a Terran marine and started to sketch them out. It was almost soothing.. to get the colors and sketches just right. Space Marines were unique in face, unlike their voice. Often you had used Corax's facial structure as a base, but often expanded outward. It all boiled down to that… still you thought you art had improved.. hopefully. You had noticed smaller details that often your older more extravgant works would have neglected. "Anon! I am of need your assiantance" You gave a quick shudder and got up. Lord Corax had been taking to calling you by your name. It was a nice gesture.. but it felt off… his tone was rather neutral as always with a hint of sadness.. but it was like a pet name? No.. you must be imagining things…

Gathering your tools you went to the standard elevator, with your escort. You had arrived to see Corax. He looked different and a tad bit more stressed. The escort was gone, as per usual. The towering man appraoched you. He sighed. "We have new orders, I must have a joint mission with my brother." He turned coldly. "We will leave within a day. Pack up your things and say your farewells" The primarch looked deathly stressed more so than usual.. He couldnt tell you his orders of course.. but given his expression. Those joint deployment was NOT good. YOu gave a nod and gave a quick bow, and stood there. Corax gave a glare. "Dont be wasting time! You are dimissied!" You gave a jump and gave a second bow before darting back into the elevator. YOu had much packing to do, still… it was the same routine.

Corax gave a sigh after dismissing his remeberancer… He had been staying at his home much longer than nesscary. He dreaded this joint order. Why would his father order that he and Konrad work together, he would never know. Despite his reservations, he would do the best that he could and protect them. He went over and carefully put on his armor. He made sure that it was working as intended… He flexed his pinions and claws. Carefully he grabbed his helment and clipped it to his belt. He touched the corvia on his armor, yellowed with age with a sigh. He hoped that someone would tend and hold onto his corvia. He touched his electrowhip. However, a nagging thought was in his head. "How would your brother react to them?" He frowned a bit. It would be terrible if his first rememberancer was killed because of meddling from his brother. He had heard of what happened to Vulkan's that one time. He gave a glare. He wouldnt let that happen.. not to her.

YOu had returned to yohur room and started to pack up your art supplies and gave a sigh… At least you were going to back to see the stars… YOu had enjoyed being on the moon. But all good things, as they say must come to an end. YOu patted the bed and gave a yawn. You opened up the curtain noticed the sun being nearly gone with the stars in the blackground. It was so beautiful… After all the "sun" rises and sets were often weeks for a time. It was beautiful, despite your fears. The galaxy was a large and feral place. YOu sighed and closed the curtain and resumed packing. YOu were ready, but you werent sure if you were to spent the night or not.

You heard your vox chatter, "Rememberancer ANon, please get dressed in your finest uniform.. we will be boarding 'The Shadow of the Emperor' within 2 hours." "Yes my lord." The vox cut off with a sharp cut. YOu got dressed and made sure that you were dressed up in the finest spledary that you could imagine. It was a nomral suit as per usual but with many belts and bucklets. It was in the colors of your former house. It was a small homage to them, the sacrifices they had to make… to get you this posistion. Most of the time, it was reseerved for Terran born after all. YOu took your gear and marched out to the designation located. They were in a parade formation and you took your place. Often, the remeberancers were last in the pack when it came to civilian officers working with the primarchs. You have seen and felt the glares of the soliders and Marine alike towards the Rememberancer.

TO your surprise, the marines had placed you near the primarch, or at least closer than to the other civilan officers. You felt their jealous angry eyes peer through you.. feeling sick.. you just wanted to get this over with. Still, when the primarch arrived everyone minus the Marines bowed respectfully. The primarch stood at least 10 paces away from you and gave a nod to begin the signal. YOu marched with measured paces… after all, the Marines had to work with their pace. Over time, you were marching towards the ship.. the primarchs backside seemed to get closer and closer to you. It was subtle… but at the end of the march… you could just reach out and touch the metaltic wings that were extended from the simple jetpack. It had occured to you that you have NEVER sketched the primarch in his armor before, or really at all ever. He had ordered to draw Lycanean marines and propaganda themed art for the Imperium… maybe he just didnt trust you yet…

You had arrived on the primarchs flagship, where the escort asked you to show you to your rooms.. After all, the Navigators and others would be working double time to make up for Lord Corax's ship being repaired. The escorts marched you wordless towards your quarters. You were so tired… you immediatly changed out of your clothing and hung it over. YOu decided to shower.. it hadnt been a wtaer. Perfume could only do so much to cover up the smell. However, as you undressed, your gut turned. You felt like prey…Ugh.. maybe it was just jitteres from being on the ship and readjusting to the standard grav. It had taken you about a week to adjust to the Delliverance's articfical gravity. However, that thought really didnt change THAT feeling in your stomach. Either way, you had to shower and rest. YOu entered and started to clean your sweat stained body. The water felt devine on your skin. "Which primarch was Lord Corax assignted to be with that would make him so upset." You scrolled through the primarchs mentally before pausing…no… it couldnt be.. but your heart knew it was so. The Haunter. You dare not speak his name. You made a silent religous gesture. It made your gut weigh a little bit less… yeah. But why did you feel so violated..maybe some sleep would help with the issue.

Your dreams however were of a differnt story.. you were in the same ballroom, how ever, the room was empty. Ghostly music was playing off a flicking servo skull… You looked around… taking steps around the room, noting and reflecting its decrepit state. The room was large, with shattered windows, half broken tables with faded symbols on then, as welkl as tiny mothholes in it. You carefully stepped around a broken chandelier. Approaching the servo skull, you picked it up as the music sputtered died. "My lady" a deep rasy voice siad behind you. YOu turned around to see nothing. Backing away, you turned and saw a flickering light… and something emerged from the inky black. He had Corax's facial structure, yet damned and broken. His face often had random twitchs and tics. Pure black eyes were inset into a gaunt face. Noting the bags underneath his eyes did no favors to him. His face was in a mixture of a sneer and entitlement. He was dressed in powerarmor, the color changing from dark navy to black based on the flickering on the candlelight.

He was tall, yet slightly hunched back wit his long hair framming his face. His armor ran with silence, having a raven sigil on the left paudron and a bat skulled helm on the right side… He was armed with lighting claws on both hands, with his lighting bolts painted on his forearms glowed with inhuman inate power. He slowly approached you moving with a fluid grace with small shuffle steps to the side. You backed away, notcing the monstronitys claws… they were dripping ever so constantly…. "Would you care to do the Danse Macrbe?" YOu shook your head and bolted past him. You ran with all your speed sparing occanionsally looking back. You saw the monstronostiy grow four wings two more furry, while two more birdlike and turn… their claws dripping. YOu gave a scream and ran as the floor changed to gain a slope. YOu felt something thick coil around your ankle and with a thud you collapsed. It had you gave a scream and struggled trying to remove the whip from the angle.. the whip sharted to cimb up restraining more part of your body… You struggled and fought as the it came closer.. Your body struggle dnad convilng as the whip cut in so tight that it bruise your flesh. YOu stared into the things dark black eyes, with one having white iris while the other completely black. YOu stifled a shriek as it picked you up holding you as if your were a delicate flower. "Would you care for a dance?, the face started to change eventually resulting in a bird mammalian mix. You struggling more eventually dropping out of the things arms.. you struggled trying to move away.

The things looked (at least you thought) sa bit sad for a bit before smiling. It was a cruel cold smile as it slowly walked almostly mocking towards you.. You were crying now screaming and fleeing. YOu couldnt break free…You were spent… before you blacked out it said. "I will have that dance… like it or not." You woke up in a cold sweat.. bounded in the blankets like a cocoon.. Taking a deep breath, your throat was really dry. Getting up out bed and flipped on light, you noticed something… a shiny metal square.. Odd… metalworking wasn't really your expertise. Rinsing off your face and lifted up and saw that the room had changed a bit… the door seemed ever so farther away… turning to your left… you saw it, again now on all fours.. looking feral.. it turned in its maw heldf the head of your father.. You ran to the door as fast as possible, but your speed was no match for it.. It pouned on you its drool causing pain , as you squeaked trying to break free. In response it doubled its body weight, you could feel your bones being pushed to their extreme. Its maw seemed to extend its fanged teeth and its tounge slowly carrsessing your face, your screamed as you felt the acid spit started to melt your face. However, a voice was heard. "Dance with me… or your life is forfeit.."

You gave a scream.. Yes! The pain it was too much… as soon you screamed it was over. The scence was a beautiful ballroom again, it showed the Raven man again. The power armor was gone, but he was dressed in a bonewhite suit and he extended a hand to you and you took it. The Raven Man pulled you close, you could hear an offset heartbeat. The music started slow and low and soon built into a cresndo. YOu tried to follow the Raven man's steps. He was a much taller partner than you.. Eventaually the dance and the music ended in a flourish. The man gave you a weary smile. "Come back somethime. I would be happy to dance Anytime" He said it kindly enough, but the slight lean forward and the eyetwitch set off your gut.

You woke up. For the first time in a while, you felt well rested. Maybe that dream was needed, to give you the energy needed to deal with the Haunter. Who knows? You picked up your sketchbook and started to sketch the man again on your dream. However, something caught your eye.. something goldnen had fallen out of the sketchbook. It was a simple golden chain, yet when you felt its cold surface, you felt small dents, engravements maybe? but it seemed too small to read. You placed the cahin on your wrist. you had so many questions. "What did that dream mean? Who placed this braclet? were agmonst the few. You shook your head banishing those thoughts, you had to seize this new day.

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[hearts4namra]

another old one and i actually HATE IT RAAGGH hurt/comfort

you pressed a hand to the bleeding wound on your shoulder, looking at the red and black residue from the blood and poison, whats worse, a chunk of flesh missing from the skin. you could only imagine xiao's reaction, but you had no where else to go. childe was home in schneznya and zhongli showed up when he deemed it relevant. you werent even sure whether or not the man was homeless.

maybe you should ask him about that.

upon entering the elevator, you sunk to the floor for the ride up, the reverberating ache that pressed through your arm and neck was starting to get to you. so much so, you hadnt realized the elevator made it to the top and almost stayed on it going back down. you picked up the pace and rushed up to the roof as quickly as you could, the pace and discomfort radiating from your body immediately calling his attention. he materialized in front of you with a pout.

"it's late, where did you-" xiao was the last person to lose his temper, he may seem angry but he's just reserved and anger is a foreign emotion to him. he grabbed your forearm in a vice grip, vision stained red. "who did this, why didn't you call me?" it was hard to calm down when you lazily leaned against him and sighed with heavy relief. "i-i don't know. i didn't even think about that, i-i can't think at all, xiao, it hurts." the anger was replaced with what he thought might've been his soul cracking at your fearful voice and watery eyes. he released you and wrapped a comforting arm around your waist. "i know, i know."

tears welled in your eyes as you nuzzled your head against his shoulder, posture like a dog with its tail hung between its legs. "i didn't know i could even feel pain. i don't even know if this is what pain is like." you winced. "i want to sleep. can we sleep?" xiao frowned reflexively and lifted a hand to your cheek. "no, i have to take care of your wound. did they make it out alive?" you rolled your eyes and sat down, offering your arm as he began his shabby first aid work. it reminded you of when you would bandage his wounds after fights during the archon war.

"no, i wasn't gonna take this shit lying down. i made him drink the poison he used." even for xiao, that was a little dark. when he tied the bandages into a sweet little bow he smiled a tiny bit, picking you up and carrying you to the bed he never used to use. you laid down on your good shoulder and sighed, melting into the blankets as he climbed in the other side and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"could i ask, that you stay here a while? i know you can defend yourself, but it would make me feel better." you traced your fingers over his cheek and rested your thumb on the mark on his forehead that came alongside the name xiao. "how could i refuse, when you ask so sweetly? of course i'll stay, alatus. however long you could ever want. id do anything to be around you." he smiled ever so slightly and rolled his eyes. "don't overdo it, you're a walking hazard and nice words wont keep you from coming back to me like this again." you sighed fondly at his touching concern and closed your eyes. "call me next time. that's not a request."

and he feared it fell on deaf ears, as you were already cuddled up to his chest under his protective gaze with your chest rising and falling in rhythm.

[doctortonytchopper]

So like. The thing. TO ME. Is that. Sanji and all of his siblings were genetically engineered.

And so ok. So with Reiju they werent able or didn't want to mess with her emotions yet. So she's like. Normal mostly, like in a nature-not-nurture sense. Like she's traumatized obviously but she didn't get her emotions messed with genetically.

And so Sanji and his brothers, they tried to mess with all of them, and their mom took a poison which was supposed to make them all not be genetically modified at all but it only worked on sanji. And I'm only halfway through wano but from accidentally seeing spoilers I'm getting the sense his gene mods were just like. Latent. In some way. Like he is mostly normal but in some quantity, he's still carrying the latent expression of the gene mods, though it seems like he probs still has emotions cause apparently due to an agreement zoro would kill him if he obviously stopped having those. Ok ✔️

So but all three of the others apparently are modified not to have emotions. And they have like some leeway there for story reasons - they laugh and are derisive and angry/cruel and stuff. But the one real genuine emotion they really display, the one that's least possibly a show they put on to seem more human, is they are really 😍😍😍 about girls. Like. The EXACT same way as sanji. Like seem to have one emotion, strongly, and that is: Cute Girl™️

Ok and bear with me here but I'm just saying that . I'm not SAYING but I'm just out loud wondering , maybe, if it may have seemed advantageous to Vinsmoke Judge specifically. If his sons. Whose emotions he chopped off. Were maybe genetically conditioned to actually have to one single emotion. One that would maybe make them easier to force into political marriage.

That like, . That sanji already is less heart eyes swooning over Nami and less willing to bend to her every whim even on the ship to wano, like when luffy goes and rides the giant koi. We saw sanji deliberately put himself (or pretend to) in that swooning heart eyes mode when he wanted to avoid worrying about his future and his friends. He literally uses his Germa suit ONE time and IMMEDIATELY uses it to spy on naked women - which is something he's always talked about, wanting to be invisible for that, but it defines that aspect of his character more to me.

Bc if Sanji was genetically modified to be obsessed with women and sex, but told by his father never to hurt women, he's at the mercy of those two pieces of programming, and being unaware of either, he wouldn't really think through any of his actions or feelings around them. Which would make his inability to see the contradiction between wanting to protect women and wanting to violate them via spying on them (but not necessarily willing to touch them in a majorly violating way) make sense.

And didn't Ivan say there was a reason he was sent to the kamabakka kingdom? I know the obvious reading is he was sent there to get better at cooking but they never said that straight out. It would make a lot of sense, whether sanji is queer or not, to have him spend time discovering his programming by spending time with people who have dedicated themselves to unworking social programming in themselves. If he would have stopped running away from any personal introspection or identity self-interrogation for one DAMN second I s2g

Idk I just mean that especially starting at WCI there's not NOTHING there in terms of strong hints Sanji's girl-crazy creep thing is like...not authentically his own, unmodified self.

(Two more things, specifically relating to zoro here and his pact, and their rivalry from back on that island with the giant pirates way back when. Obviously there's so much more than just this and it might be way off base but like -

It would make sense that zoro is so attuned to sanji being annoying at women since he's pretty much using observation haki since before the first time we meet him, just doesn't know it and it's not strongly developed. It would make sense if he senses some stuff about Sanji's actions being caused by something else, which pings his haki and bothers him but he doesnt know why, which makes him yell at sanji. A stretch but could be a thing esp if tied into -

If sanji's starting to go outside that programming and be less girl crazy, it would probably fit into zoro's definition of sanji acting "different" which could lead to an ironic kinda conflict of misunderstanding which would be a fascinating way to have sanji figure out he was programmed to be that way.)

ANYWAYS

[dausy]

I'm back in town! we survived! So as I have said in multiple videos. The husband is about to leave on a 9month rotation and I won't see him again until next year. This was his vacation before he leaves though I'm not sure exactly when he's leaving but it'll be a few more weeks.

I know I was just in Vegas, but that was a holiday weekend so we both had 4 day weekends and we did splurge to get there. I feel like I have to apologize for going on vacation but in hindsight the last time we went on vacation was actually back in December when we were in the process of moving and this year is over half over now...don't even know how that happened.

My MiL wants to try and go to Disneyland for Christmas and invited me so I won't be alone during the holidays but we were both looking at the prices for tickets and I'm not sure thats going to happen.

Anyway I'm going ramble on about our trip more (including comparing Universal orlando vs hollywood) below.

So again, my inlaws live in Arizona so we drove the 8 hours to their house and spent a couple days before picking up my SiL and driving another 8 hours to Los Angeles.

We had discussed what kind of vacation we should take this year. Besides this past Vegas trip my SiL hasn't really had a vacation (kinda) and wanted to go to the beach for the first time ever. Some of the logistics for other trips we were just too..tired...to handle...so we both wanted to see the new Super Mario World so California was an easy enough thing to plan.

When we got to Los Angeles we checked into our hotel..which hilariously was having some sort of water inspection and they gave us an apology letter saying the water would be shut off until the next day T_T so we dropped off our luggage and went and wandered around the City Walk which is like Universals version of Downtown disney. The shopping district. Now I have been to Orlando many many times living close on the east coast. This city walk in Hollywood was super tiny. We ended up going to go see the new SpiderMan movie which was fabulous. Little long, but wonderful. Ate dinner and then went to bed.

Next day we actually went to Universal Studios and I have some safety issues. Now US really has a pretty view up on their hill but somebody didn't think about these logistics of these escalators. We got let into the park early but the mad rush for mario at the bottom of the 3 escalators felt like a dangerous human stampede. I don't know how people werent falling off or getting squished and dying. Thats dangerous. And I'm sure they had them but I didn't see any elevators. My FiL is disabled and though he wasn't with us, I honestly don't know how anybody in a wheelchair or scooter manages to get around this park at all. Its small and cramped and very dependent on going up and down hills. I will say too that I was actually disappointed with the Mario ride. The land looks cool even though it isn't magically hidden. Like at disneyworld or universal orlando they hide the buildings and structural supports within a facade so you "forget" you're in a themepark. Mario you could see the wirings and supports..which was fine..but the ride sucked. I was honestly expecting some sort of 3d immersive ride. Maybe not a real rollercoaster but one that felt like you were on one. This was just another Buzz Lightyear or Men in Black. Instead of lasers you are shooting turtle shells. 8( sad. I didn't get to try any food because we planned poorly and are broke (not really but yeah).

I will say that Jurassic World is great. I wish they would update the one in Orlando. I also really enjoyed the studio tour. And I could be totally wrong but I think we accidentally saw a celebrity from afar idk. But I liked how they incorporated F&F and kingkong into it. I'm not a fan of the individual rides over in Orlando.

Overall we finished the park quickly. Very small. P.S. we did single rider for mario because it was a 2 hour wait from rope drop and I aint about that wait. Near walk on with single rider.

And then the next couple of days were spent at Santa Monica Pier and Little Tokyo and Hollywood BLVD. I had no desire to visit Hollywood at all but we accidentally drove by the Line Friends store and miniso so we stopped. I was hoping for korean make up and then I just like looking at anything cute. We did see an angry woman screaming at somebody who then pulled her naked boobs out and swung them like nunchucks and then saw another naked man applying sunscreen(?). So that was about accurate to what my inlaws said Hollywood was like, I guess.

In Santa Monica we ran into 2 celebrities. One, I don't know who he was but a group of Chinese tourists were taking photos of him. I asked who it was and they showed me what looked like an IMDB page for him but I couldn't read..the..chinese..its fine..he was handsome and smelt good up close?

and then Logan Paul was filming literally behind me. Photo was posted to twitter. So like..catch my butt on his youtube later I guess. I had a simba backpack on.

But mainly I wanted to go to Koreatown or Little Tokyo. For times sake, we went to Tokyo because I was told its less "ghetto" and just better. Tokyo I had high hopes may have art supplies but korea had make up..ugh...I did see art supplies in Tokyo but the amount of people just brought on stress anxiety. One of the bookstores I went into had sets of 5 copic markers for 7.99...that is...impressive. Looking back theres some stuff I kind of wish I'd bought but I got stressed out I left the shop.

but overall, I could spend another day or two for sure. But I know we got scammed a bit with parking costs, traffic made me nauseous, it was kind of cold too...I was honestly expecting weather to be like Florida (hot and muggy), so I brought summer clothes and ended up cold. And oddly enough, I think I also expected the landscape to look like florida. I've definitely heard of the "hollywood hills" but in my mind I was still expecting swamp..and yes..LA is very dirty. I don't think I need to live there. I do however like some of the architecture on the outskirt cities.

also, I finally got some decent pastries and a matcha coffee. /highfive/