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[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Fucking buying these and reopening my onlyfans, time to get fucking rich

[thisismeracing]

Brand new style | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food; typos. ― Summary: The one where Charles' has been dressing better and better each week. Fans can't help but tie that drastic change to a girlfriend, especially when he shows up wearing clothes from a small but very stylish brand, what they don't expect is that the girlfriend in question is the owner of the brand.

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yourusername

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yourusername finishing the last few touches for this season's collection ⭐️✨

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sunshinewest can’t wait to get it!! 😍

user2 I am so readyyy

switfiedirectioner I wanna be her when I grow up

⤷ 1distraction but u already grown, bestie 😭 lmao

⤷ swiftiedirectioner shut up let me dream 🤚

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc race week's about to start 😎

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charleslerain things that aren’t my business but I wish were: how charles takes his coffee

sainzinho the lil pink mug 🥹🤏

fastandf1s where’s that lil sweater from????

⤷ bonohammertime Its from @ yourusername s brand?

⤷ userforty it def is! Most likely from last collection if I recall perfecly, I have a similar one

trackfour Im gonna prepare myself mentally to watch ferrari shit show 😭

iguser_ the pullover collors omggg and the fabric looks so soft

yourusername

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yourusername I would bet on red for this season 😜❤️

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yourbestie 😍😍 I would bet on YOU this season

user01 omg yesss! I love red!

randomuser this looks fantastic, can’t wait to see the other options

charles_leclerc

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charles leclerc 😉😉

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tifosinha I refuse to believe this was Ferrari's doing, he's been on this team for years now and they NEVER got him this stylish. there's a woman's hand on this, istg

ferrarista01 the veins 🫣🤤

leclowncircus y’all worried about charles’ style and rumored relationship meanwhile I’m just no thoughts head empty appreciating those yummy pics he’s been posting

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Solid climbing session today.

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notyourbus HE’S SOFT LAUNCHING

sainzfan who’s that person wearing black?

⤷ lemonegasque million dollars question

lewforty LOL he’s so bad at other sports

arthur_leclerc as a climber you’re a great driver 👍

schumiwoff I love the fact that apprently him and the girl -both- fell hahah partnes in being horrible at Snow Sports

yourusername

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yourusername nobody needs to know I fell a hundred times while climbing

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user47 it’s fine bestie, I’m terrible at anything snow related as well lol

user90 where’s that sunglass from?

⤷ yourusername its from yyy.com :)

popyn she’s soft launching, I lost her 😭

yourusername

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yourusername had an amazing dinner tonight 🥰

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randomuser33 that “private but not a secret” type of relationship I WANT IT

user9 she’s so pretty 😍😍

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ma cherrie ❤️ I wouldnt have the patient to soft launch anyways

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scuderiaferrari thank goodness he's not that clumsy with car info 😅😂

yourusername you're lucky I love you 💞

pierregasly it was about time!!!!

fan44 I KNEW IT

formulaonewag welcome to the club, Yn! 🥳

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: When M6 are forced to attack MC

-- to set the scene --

It was a nightmare.

Thick clouds of miasma hung over the city as you and your lover confronted the sorcerer in the fields outside its walls. Between a series of traps and some well-placed taunts, you had successfully cornered them, which meant that while victory was in sight your opponent was down to their last desperate measure.

The measure in question, it seemed, was for the most horrifying three minutes of your life as you watched your lover struggle against a vicious spell before suddenly turning on you. Their usual loving gaze was replaced with a cold glare and they didn't hesitate to lunge at you with the intent to kill. You ended up choosing to take the hits and focus your energy on dealing the last blow to the evil sorcerer instead, not wanting to waste time hurting the one you love.

As the dust settles, you're too relieved to see cognizance return to your darling's face to notice their horrified expression, or to feel your own blood soaking the ground below you.

Julian

Too busy focused on trying to keep you conscious and heal you to do anything else at first. He's already crying, tears leaking from under his eyepatch as he gives you frantic first aid

Can barely bring himself to look at you once you're safely tucked in at Mazelinka's and being tended to by visitor after visitor. You will need to remind him day after day that it's not his fault

And, yes, convince him not to leave you because of it

Still won't be able to find any peace with it until you tell him you've forgiven him, and even then struggles to believe he's worthy of it

Tends obsessively to your wounds, in a weird combination of torturing himself by constantly checking them and redeeming himself by being the one to help his uncontrolled actions heal

Is able to hold it against himself less the less he sees you suffering. Once you're fully recovered and back on your feet, it feels more like a distant nightmare

Has a new interest in learning magic, if only enough so he can protect himself against behind hijacked like that in the future

Asra

Completely numb and on autopilot. You're hurt. They're going to do whatever it takes to fix that. Just hold on, it'll be okay - it'll be okay

Refuses to leave your side or sleep for very long at a time while you're recovering. It's like his world has narrowed to your survival

Unusually quiet. As in, barely speaks unless you speak to them first, and yet hyper-observant to the point that they're bringing you what you need before you even realize that you need it

Neglects everything beyond his own basic self-maintenance in the process. It's easier to forget himself and save his own pain and guilt to be processed until after he knows you're safe

Itching to heal over any scars left over and terrified of suggesting it and seeming like they just want to brush the whole thing aside

Has to be pushed to talk about it and won't open up until after you're completely back to normal, at which point he breaks down and spends an afternoon hiccuping "I'm sorry"s into your chest

Regresses to a lot of their previous boundaries until you can tell them that you still feel safe with them physically and emotionally

Nadia

She has no doubts about you being a strong person. While she's horrified at what her body was used to do to you and the injuries you sustained, she's most upset at her losing control so easily

She feels guilty for you getting hurt, because she's convinced that she should have been able to withstand the sorcerer's spell

Surely, if she loved you as truly as you deserve to be loved, she would've been able to break free or stop it from working

Carries you back to the Palace herself and sees to it that you have everything you could possibly need, before effectively avoiding you for the next few days. She's convinced your relationship is over

Either because you're leaving her for not being able to protect you, or because you've lost your respect for her as a partner

It's also tapping into her own trauma of being trapped inside her body for a three year coma, which doesn't help the frustration

Genuinely unsure what to do with your forgiveness, understanding, and continued love and admiration for her

She doesn't know what she did to deserve you but she loves you

Muriel

The first count he holds against himself is that he hurt you. The second count is that he was so horrified and traumatized by what just happened that he froze while you were still bleeding out

Thankfully there were other people present to help you out, and you didn't have to find out what could've gone wrong

Refuses to touch you for days. If anybody else had caused the damage he sees on your body, he'd be wishing hell on them. Except not only was it his hands that did it -

He was controlled that easily. He's spent years reclaiming control and ownership of his body after being made a spectacle of in the Coliseum, and in a flash it was all taken away from him again

And it was used to hurt you. None of his nightmares adds up to the combination of violated, afraid, and horrified that he just felt

Relegates himself to being your bodyguard and keeping you provided for, but terrified that you're not safe around him until you're able to convince him otherwise

It's still a reoccurring nightmare for years to come

Portia

So angry at you for not fighting back

Already crying and scolding you while she's putting pressure on your wounds to stop the bleeding and helping you get back home

Did you think she couldn't take it? Did you think she wanted you to get hurt at her hands? Why didn't you fight her back if it would have spared you so much pain?

Why didn't you help her enforce what you knew were her own wishes, and at the cost of your safety and well-being too?

Simultaneously dedicating every fibre in her body to taking care of you. If you so much as breathe a little differently she's checking you over and bringing you whatever you need

Eventually able to find her own healing by being able to accept your love and by beating the absolute crap out of the sorcerer in question until she gets an "I was wrong" out of them

Determined to learn defense and protection magic to makes sure neither of you is left that vulnerable, ever again

Still cries when she sees the leftover scars, sometimes

Lucio

Pale from the shock of what's just happened and trying not to panic as he gives you all the first aid he's picked up through years of battlefield injuries and experience

Frantically muttering "don't leave, don't leave" through clenched teeth and pouring tears while he tries to get the bleeding to stop

Rushes you to the nearest doctor and won't leave your side

Convinced that you're not going to be able to love him after this

He knows he's done things worse than this in the past. He knows that you know that, but the thing that's made a better life possible has been his commitment to not being that person any more

And now he was that person. Event though it wasn't his choice and technically not his fault, he still did it. To you. You experienced it

Also worried that you won't understand that it wasn't his fault this time and wondering if maybe it was his fault, somehow

Able to accept your love and forgiveness pretty easily, but has a much harder time believing that he didn't lose all the progress he's made so far in making good use of his fresh start on life

[cultofdixon]

He’ll pay, sunshine. I’ll make sure he does

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The lineup. Took more than what you expected. A price had to be paid… • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Injuries / Scars • rewriting canon, baby

Requested by: Anon

“Hm. Well don’t we have a looker here” The leader smirks bringing himself over to the woman shaking beside the retired sheriff. “Now I have a proposition for yea…that leaves all of y’all alive” he states gently taking her chin in between his fingers.

The smallest action lead the archer to get up and lunge at the head Savior, only to be knocked down by a henchman and the guy the pinned individual had brought up before. The man that took his crossbow during the wolves attack, aimed his arrow at his head. Making the woman the leader fancied to start sobbing.

“Should I end him?”

“Nah, stand down Dwighty boy.” He laughs at his enthusiasm. “Now on your feet little lady” he extended his hand toward the crying woman as she was extremely hesitant. “If yea don’t do what I say…I’ll have him kill what I could only assume is someone you care deeply about” he kept the smirk on his face knowing it was adding to the intimidation factor as the woman felt every part of her scream when she took his hand.

Once she was brought to her feet, the man carefully took a hold of her face making the tears fall even harder. He couldn’t help the amusement he was receiving.

“God you’re gorgeous when you’re cryin’, doll” He chuckles to himself as he pulls her along with him while his bat dragged in the dirt on his other side. “If you accept my offer, no one dies. If you refuse…it’s the pretty one to go first”

The offer wasn’t even stated but the anxiety lead to the sickly woman to yell out at the leader to this gang.

“She’s pregnant! You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman…”

“Hm. You’re right, but it’s the two for one special if yea don’t listen” He scoffs followed by a laugh. “To Ricky Rick, y’all’s fearless leader…who is shakin’ in his boots as I manhandle one of his own…will be making the deal”

The growling that came from the archer pinned only grew louder and occasionally cut off by the man who pinned him, shoving more into the gravel. He didn’t like this one bit.

“I don’t take any lives, if I can take her as my wife”

The words rang out to everyone in the lineup as the archer started to thrash under the henchman even more.

“Shut him up or I’ll make it—-“ The leader stopped speaking when he felt the woman grab at his leather jacket bringing her closer with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything…don’t hurt him, don’t hurt anyone” She begged as his smirk grew to her words.

“Yeah…I’ll take that instead. Simon!” He yells as his right hand approached the man.

“Yes Negan?”

“Take her to the truck…and knock her man out. Don’t kill’em. I need some leeway” Negan states watching Simon take his new wife away as he couldn’t help but smack her rear as she walked away. “Hm. That was too easy” he says while watching his men knock out the archer before dragging him back in line. “Gotta show you I mean business somehow…” he sighs parching the retired sheriff grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the RV. “Watch them boys, gonna take our new bitch boy on a joy ride”

Everything happened so quickly…the archer sat there taking it all in, even after the cars drove away once Negan told them what to prepare for. He was frozen in his spot…his girl, his partner,…his everything, and his unborn baby…were taken from him. It may not be in death, but the pain sure felt like it.

“Daryl…we gotta go man…” Glenn frowns feeling his own tears get the best of him as he tried to help Daryl off the ground but the man was cement. He couldn’t stay much longer because of Maggie’s condition but his worry got the best of his expression making Rick take over.

“Brother, we gotta get Maggie to the Hilltop…then head back”

Daryl stayed put, not wanting to leave or the reality will consume him. He’s not going home with his partner…he’s alone. He feels…stuck.

Michonne watches Rick fail to get Daryl to move while Abraham, Sasha, and Glenn took care of getting Maggie to the Hilltop. Aaron checked on Carl as Rosita checked on Eugene. She stood watching the two as she quietly approaches giving her partner a look that led to Rick leaving with the remaining people back to Alexandria.

Leaving Michonne and Daryl alone at the line up.

“You need to get up” Michonne knelt down to him listening to his soft sobs and the smallest whimper that escaped him. “You need to get up for them. We need to go home…prepare…and come up with a plan to save them”

“I failed—-“

“No you didn’t. We know you didn’t” the heartbreak in her own voice lead him to look her in the eye. “Cmon now. She can’t have you die right here” she refers to the bullet wound in his shoulder, but also the mental toll of what has happened weighing him down.

He would’ve laid to rest there, if it weren’t for the hand Michonne provided.

Now all he needs to do is get her back.

The right hand to Negan, Simon, led Y/N into a room with a handful of other women as they all wore black. Felt like a funeral and in her mind, she wishes this was hers and it was some nightmare…that she’ll wake eventually back in his embrace but the anxious pinching proved her wrong and one of the women noticed what she was doing. She didn’t speak up until Simon left the room leaving the women to do their routine whenever Negan received a new wife.

“Where did Negan find you?”

“And why” Another wife asked as Y/N stood there trying to keep herself from crying.

“Usually he takes wives once their community folds, it’s always another brute that’s taken to get mentally beaten into submission”

After hearing that she couldn’t hold it in anymore and started crying, which to three of wives made them quickly try to console Y/N because they didn’t know when Negan would return and knew he wouldn’t like this very much. The fourth one was Sherry, a relatively one like Y/N.

Lives over mine and I’ll never see him again Y/N’s thoughts panicked her as she held herself fearful of what’s to come.

The four got Y/N ready in the attire that Negan has been making his wives dress in. Which a black dress wasn’t all too fancy but it didn’t take long for the other four to take notice of what Negan could also be hanging over Y/N’s community’s heads.

“Did he threaten your life and your baby’s?” Learning their names slowly, Amber had asked Y/N once she was dressed watching her protectively hold her stomach.

“When we said about the brute…this group, these people…must’ve been a real threat to him if they rolled over when you were taken” The one wife with black hair, Tanya started to go on. “They didn’t react like others or you wouldn’t be here, and people from your group would be dead”

“So not to shine a light to the horrors that you might have to endure here, but you saved lives with being taken” Frankie tried to smile it off but hers faded as fast as Y/N’s.

But as much as she wanted to outwardly panic for everyone to see. If what they were saying is true, she needs to suffer. And take care of what’s with her right now.

Their unborn child

“How long have you and Y/N been expecting? You two really kept it a secret up until…” Michonne cut herself off but alluded for Daryl to continue while the two were out hunting.

“Found out right before the prison fell. Thought she was gettin’ sick from the illness…but she took a few tests” Daryl frowns loading the shared hunting rifle between the two. “Came out positive every time. Then the Governor took our home”

“Oh Daryl…why didn’t you say anything—-“

“Cuz we wanted to keep it to ourselves in case—“ Daryl didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to or who knows what cosmic consequence would occur if he said it while she was away from him. “…it only came out cuz of Dr. Carson, only Maggie knew. Now everybody knows so it don’t matter why we kept it from yea. Alright?” He was getting defensive and Michonne knew she struck a nerve.

She felt awful. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to you, but nothing like having someone taken.

“In some sick way, she saved a lot of us by being taken…”

“Should’ve fought harder…”

“We all should’ve” Michonne sternly states to make it clear to Daryl that they’ve all failed Y/N, that it shouldn’t all be on his shoulders alone.

It’s already been a few days without his partner and he had to be taken out of Alexandria before he punches another person. It’s fine Spencer was the one he punched…a few times. Michonne wasn’t particularly happy with everything either, not that Rick rolled over on his back to Negan but it felt like that. The second his son’s well-being was threatened, the man folded even harder on himself.

When the two returned from the game Michonne had landed the shot on, Daryl stopped in his tracks seeing the back of his girl standing beside the man he wishes would fall into a pit of walkers.

“Ah!” Negan smirks turning toward the two as he eyed the deer over Daryl’s shoulder. “Now ain’t that a beaut you’ve got there, not as beautiful as my wife” he gripped onto Y/N’s bicep bringing herself toward them and forcing her to turn around.

The sudden drop of the deer startled everyone that was tense just from Negan’s presence. Daryl frowns noticing the bruising on Y/N’s neck and how the cardigan he could only assume she was forced to wear to cover up the bandages on her arms.

“Now don’t worry your little head about her” Negan strides over to get up close and personal to Daryl. “Both girls are doin’ fine”

The archer clenched his fists trying his best not to tackle the man down as he couldn’t believe that a special moment that was meant for him and his girl. He didn’t utter a word, knowing damn well he’ll get physical.

“We’ll take your deer, and that gun of yours…then be on our merry way” Negan continued to have that annoying smirk on his face as he headed toward his truck grabbing Y/N once more.

Daryl didn’t stop himself that time as he quickly approached the two but right before he got close, Rick stepped in his way.

“You could kill her if you try anythin’ right now” Rick whispered to Daryl who wasn’t in any mood to have his rage directed toward anybody else.

But he was back in that position, just watching Y/N get taken away by this asshole.

He’ll be six feet under by his hand

“There was a stowaway”

Frankie randomly blurted when the wives were regrouped once Y/N returned with Negan. When the other wives noticed what he has done to her in private quarters, they were plotting their own murder.

“A stowaway? Who would WANT to come here?!” Amber scoffs watching Y/N’s face contort. “You have an idea?”

“I do…but I hope I’m wrong” Y/N frowns rising to her feet approaching the door to the room they were all in, with a bit of hesitance on leaving.

Anything can happen.

You can get people killed.

He could take his life.

Weigh your options.

I’m done cowering Y/N pushes the door open seeing the few men assigned to watch the women staring at her. It was only two, and two she can handle.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I heard Negan’s back…can I see him?”

“He’s in a meeting, princess” One of them scoffs. “You gotta stay out and we’ll radio him” it only took a second for Y/N to step back in, grabbing the wine bottle from behind the wall that was gifted to the women.

“Y/N…” Sherry frowns a bit afraid of what she was going to do and next thing they witnessed was Y/N knock one of them out with the bottle causing it to break and before the other could react, she stabbed the broken end into his throat. “Fuck”

“Who woulda thought we needed an angry pregnant woman to get those two off our asses” Tonya laughs quietly as she waves Amber and Frankie over to help her drag the bodies into the room to keep the evidence hidden for Y/N’s sake.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Get to Negan”

“And kill him?”

“I’m afraid I’ll die trying. I need to get whoever he took, out of here. Whether that be his doing or mine” Y/N frowns toward Sherry as she quickly ran in grabbing one of the knives off the body before giving it to Y/N. “Yknow this is your moment”

“We’ve been here the longest. The guards know our tactics” Frankie frowns, but was quick to recuperate with a smile. “But they obviously don’t know yours”

“If you have the chance? Take it. We’ll get rid of these two” Amber adds as Tonya approaches Y/N.

“But once your group has a plan to tear this place down, don’t forget about us”

“I won’t, I promise”

Sherry led Y/N to where Negan’s room is in the Sanctuary, or close to it as they both noticed the two standing outside the room.

“I’ll distract them”

“How?” Y/N questions as she watches Sherry immediately run over to them in a theatric panic.

“Help! One of the wives is missing” Sherry states in a panic and that was going to be the case, but they were far from where the women stayed and where they currently stood. So Y/N did her best to hide in the blind spot of the turned corner as she watches the three run past.

As Y/N was about to approach Negan’s room to confront him, she quickly whipped back when the door swung open and out came Negan and Carl. Of course it’s Carl that snuck his way here. He shouldn’t have done that…for whatever reason. But now she was alone. No one watching her. This really is her chance.

Y/N immediately went into Negan’s room stripping herself of the annoying dress, and finding her belongings in his room. Which were weird but as she struggled to get, once fitting jeans, onto her person. She noticed the picture that stuck out from her pile of clothes as the panic from the moment she was stripped of her clothing the first night there subsided. She thought she had lost the sonogram that Dr. Carson gave her but the relieved tears spilled happily as she carefully puts it in her back pocket before getting the already oversized black jumper on.

Once the woman got her shoes on and managed to take a gun from the leader’s room, she had taken notice of several things she found in there while making her way to the loading bay without being noticed.

A picture of a woman with him

A discarded wedding band

Polaroid pictures of victims to his actions

and a whole lot more that Y/N knew she was never going to forget. But hopefully keep her child away from in the future.

When she finally reached the loading bay, Y/N felt something. It felt off and her anxiety started to crawl up her spine again that when she heard the footsteps. She didn’t hesitate to aim her gun, only to be met with Jesus’s concerned expression on the other end.

“Oh thank fuck” Y/N sighs holding her belly and the same flutter from seconds before happened again, making her sob as it was another moment missed. “I need to get home…”

“You need to get to the Hilltop, and I’ll take you”

“But—-“

“You’re escaping, Negan will flip Alexandria over first to find you if it comes to that. You’ll have to make do with Hilltop…besides. Maggie and Glenn are there and maybe bringing you there will stop their suicide mission to come and get you”

“W-Where’s—-“

“Daryl? We’ll get him once you’re safe, okay? Once you both are” Jesus reassures as he led the way for Hilltop, or at least far from the Sanctuary enough to Hotwire a vehicle and drive the rest of the way.

Arriving at the Hilltop felt weird, all Y/N thought while stuck in the Sanctuary was the second she escapes she’s going straight to Daryl. But this man still has some sort of chokehold on her and everyone knows he’ll come after her, it was best not to return to the obvious place first.

As the gates opened, Y/N was met with the sight of a sprinting Maggie coming toward her as she couldn’t contain her emotions anymore. She quickly met her halfway, latching onto her the second they embraced.

“Thank god you’re okay” Maggie sighs a whole lot of anxiety away the second Y/N was taken. “I know the others didn’t know til that night but I couldn’t let him—-“

“Yeah no I understand why you said it, Mags” Y/N pulls away wincing slightly as Maggie couldn’t help but gently touch the healing bruises on her neck. “It’s okay, I’m okay. She’s okay”

“We’re still gonna have you checked out” Glenn interrupts the two as he quickly brought Y/N in his embrace watching Maggie behind her be silently excited over the fact that she’s having a girl. The excitement in the dark times made him smile for the moment.

“Everyone’s still alive?”

“Yes” Glenn handed the canteen to Y/N before sitting with Maggie on the couch across her in the Barrington House. “There were a few fights that had happened with the Saviors, but Negan only came once here and once at Alexandria”

“Daryl?”

“Michonne has been keeping him sane enough until we came up with a plan to go and get you” Maggie frowns watching Y/N’s worry get to her again. “He’s okay, from what we’ve heard last…”

“Maggie and I were trying to come up with a safe way to get you. Jesus said every idea was too risky until someone scouted out the place”

“But thank god when he went to do so, he came back with yea. Hopefully the reunion you’re hoping for can happen soon” Maggie smiles watching Y/N lean back into the couch bringing her legs up onto it as she took notice of how protective she was over the tiny human she was preparing for. “Uhm. What happened with Negan when you were with him? Anything we can—-“

“Maggie, I don’t…”

“Right right. Sorry. You just got out. Selfish of me to jump right into—-“

“I don’t want to talk about it…but I can write it down”

Sometimes, when everything is still fresh, you have to do something. So while Y/N was stuck hiding out in the Hilltop until anything, she wrote everything down that she knew about the Sanctuary from what she saw and took notice of. She even drew a mock up of the lay out according to where she’s walked and where she’s been in.

While in the middle of a thought, Glenn opened the door to the trailer they were staying in looking at Y/N as she quickly took notice of him.

“Come on. We’ve got you something”

With a confused look, Y/N brought herself to follow her friend out of the trailer and inevitably toward the front of the Hilltop. Where she noticed Maggie hugging onto Rick given it’s been some time since they’ve seen each other. Since the line up. Wow. That day really separated a few for some time. And her heart started to quicken as her eyes scanned the field noticing Michonne, Tara, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Carl,…and him.

Daryl watched their backs when entering the Hilltop and it didn’t take the archer long to notice. No one said anything or dared to interrupt his current thoughts.

She’s alive

They’re alive

My girls

MY GIRLS!

The archer suddenly ran toward who he was staring at which led the others to look his way. Everyone felt a wave of relief when taking note of Y/N standing still, which brought on the following…

“Don’t tackle her Daryl!” Rick laughs watching the man slow his pace when getting close.

“Oh thank fucking god she’s alright” Michonne sighs as she started to make her way over but giving the two enough time.

Y/N instantly wraps her arms around Daryl’s neck pulling him close as he carefully brought his around her pulling her as close as humanely possible to his chest. The tears fell naturally from her eyes as she gripped onto her partner not wanting to let go any time soon. Not like he was going to either.

“He’ll pay Y/N…that fucking bastard will pay” Daryl felt the whimper escape from him as he was holding onto a lot of his feelings ever since she was taken. “He hurt my girls, he’s not living after this”

“Can we not talk about it…I just wanna be right here” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder feeling him adjust but still hold onto her, not ever wanting to let go.

After reuniting with the rest of her family, Daryl and Y/N were left alone in the trailer she’s been staying in as she was laying down in the bed with him right beside her. His hand resting on her belly waiting for it…then when the smallest kick happened, Daryl felt himself fall apart all over again as Y/N gently wiped away his tears.

She’s okay

They both are

[lizandbo]

okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time

i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3

Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima

I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me

Masterlist

Tsukishima

Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP

When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes

He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨

If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response 

But most times he goes to your games without you knowing 

Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you

Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly 

But man when he does see you?

Bros gonna explode from being flustered 

He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that

Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?

Anygays 

He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball

Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards 

Nice balance 

and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)

When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process

He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all

You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki

You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat 

“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”

“You did better than last time ig, moron”

“You were here last time too??” 

“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”

“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“

“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening 

Bokuto

He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day

Even before you were dating

It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day

Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much 

But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao

ANYWAYS 

IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY

ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O

Vvvv proud baby 

Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive 

“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”

“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”

“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”

When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death

You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style  and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you

“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“

“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”

“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”

“Booooo”

Kuroo 

Also a vvv proud baby

Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late

Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you

But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped

You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled 

“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way

“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”

“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there

“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile

“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”

“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”

Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh

SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS

rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time 

Analyzes your movements a lot 

But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing 

Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard 

Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”

Always gives you a meaningful hug too

Kisses are also a definite must

One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips

It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you

Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit

It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game

Sometimes laughs at how cute you are

Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need

[am-i-interrupting]

Just wanted to do a little list of requests & ideas I’ve got in the words. Feel free to send in stuff to add onto it. I just wanted to have it all in one place for my sake and thought I’d post it.

Good luck in advance on trying to decode some of my short hand.

Multiples:

Hyperactive— Lute & Velvette [SFW]

Kitten in Heat [NSFW]

New Reader Who Doesn’t Know People’s Importance [SFW]

Powerful Reader [SFW]

Pretty Princess— Velvette & Vox [SFW]

Reader Doesn’t Call Them Nicknames [SFW]

Red Lipped Revolution— 1950s [SFW]

Saying Goodnight [SFW]

Sweet but a Psycho [SFW]

Welsh [SFW]

Alastor:

“I’ve Already Taken Off My Shirt” -Veth Brenatto [SFW]

Make This Man Watch Golden Girls [SFW]

Licks Him Mid-Argument [SFW]

Photographed Memories [SFW]

TT— Caught Cuddling [SFW]

TT— Doll Parts [SFW]

TT— First Meeting [SFW]

TT— Shovel Talk From the Sins [SFW]

Husk:

Husk Fell Asleep, Reader Took a Picture [SFW]

Purrito [SFW]

Sunbathing Cat Style [SFW]

Lucifer:

Emotionally Drained Comfort [SFW]

Perv-Luci [NSFW]

Lute:

Handcuffs & Chains Excite Me [NSFW]

Uh-Oh, A Fucky-Wucky While Doing the Fucky-Wucky [NSFW]

Rosie:

Possession Kink Awakened Via Collar [NSFW]

Thick Thighs. . . Can Cause Someone to Pass Out if They Squeeze too Hard [NSFW]

Trying to be Better For Her [NSFW]

Velvette:

Meet the Business Partn— Vox, Put Down the Knife! It’s Just Vel’s Partner! [SFW]

Vaggie:

Charlie & Reader Send Vaggie Pictures [NSFW]

Domestic Cleaning [SFW]

Vox:

Gyaru!Reader [SFW]

Alastor’s Soul [SFW]

He Watches During Meeting? Okay, Bet. [NSFW]

Just a Sprinkle of Angel’s Dust [SFW]

Mothman vs Reader Battle Royale [NSFW]

Love You Like A Love Song [SFW]

OATSH— Heat Married Version [NSFW]

OATSH— Rosie & Vox team up [SFW]

OATSH— Two Hands Bloody [NSFW]

OATSH— Zippers [NSFW]

Poison Ivy [SFW]

Put the V in Virgin [NSFW]

Val Child. . . [SERIES— COMING SOON I have a problem pairing characters with people’s children & I know it]

[sillybucket]

“They won’t look at me” { Jonathan Ohnn/Spot x g/n reader }

I just love writing for this character , so I decided to make another little story featuring the Spot :D

As always I apologize for possible ooc moments , and if someone already wrote about something similar know that it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : there is some angst in this one … basically , Johnathan and the reader have a talk with his parents some time after his transformation , and unfortunately it doesn’t go well for the poor guy ;(

☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ .

The room was alarmingly quiet , the sound of the clock on the wall and the traffic outside were the only things that interrupted the silence as the four people in the kitchen sat in front of each other …

The tension was palpable , Jonathan could feel the judgmental , baffled looks his parents occasionally gave him , and when (y/n) held his hand to comfort him he looked back at them with genuine gratitude before taking a deep breath .

“So uh … mom , dad , how have you been doing ?”

, he timidly asked , desperate to end that suffocating silence in some way .

“Business has been going well . My technological inventions are on high demand , so that’s something .”

Jonathan’s father averted his eyes from his son while answering his question , almost like he just couldn’t handle to look at his face …

“If that’s all you wanted to know you might as well leave now , we’re both busy and really don’t have any time to lose .”

Jonathan let out a sigh , trying to get his thoughts in order while (y/n) stared at his dad in disbelief :

he couldn’t be serious … sure , Lucas Ohnn was a very important scientist with a reputation to protect , but treating a member of his own family in such a cold , distant way simply because he looked different was simply unacceptable .

“I … just wanted to pass by to see if you were okay , and to let you know that you don’t have to worry about me : it hasn’t been easy , but I’ve been doing my best to rebuild my life after … after all that’s happened . Also I wanted to introduce you to my partn -“

“Mhm , that’s great Johnny … are you sure nobody saw you enter our house ?”

, Miss Ohnn asked , without even looking up from her phone .

“You’re right , Carol . What will the neighbors think if they see … that … inside our property ? They might start to think that we’re giving shelter to some strange creature , and that would be inconvenient …”

After hearing those words (y/n) stood up , unable to listen any further …

“Strange creature ? Are you serious ? That’s your son , Mister Ohnn ! You used to talk to him just a few months ago , you said you were proud of him for all his hard work at Alchemax and now you have the audacity to say something like that ? Right in front of him ?”

Everyone in the room now had their eyes pointed at them as they continued talking .

“This the same Jonathan you used to know , and just because his appearance changed you can’t just treat him like th -“

“(Y/n) , it’s okay …”

Jonathan had gotten up as well , gently putting his hand on their shoulder .

“Let’s just go .”

The two of them slowly headed towards the door , and before leaving he turned back to look at his parents one last time …

“Bye mom , bye dad … don’t worry , you won’t see me again .”

The late afternoon sun was starting to set as the two of them walked hand in hand back to (y/n)’s apartment .

“I’m sorry , I shouldn’t have reacted like that … it’s just - what your dad said … I couldn’t tolerate the way he was talking to you .”

Jonathan smiled softly to himself , squeezing their hand a little .

“There’s nothing to apologize for , honey … you’re always looking out for me , and I love you so much for that .

They were probably going to make us leave soon anyway .”

He then let out a sigh , his voice trembling slightly as he tried to go on …

“… I knew that this would end this way , that my parents weren’t going to accept that this is who I am now … but it just kinda hurt , y’know ?

They’re the only family I have left and they couldn’t even look at me for more than a few seconds .

I really do mean nothing to them …”

(Y/n) quietly listened to him , and when they finally stopped after reaching the apartment’s door they wrapped their arms around him , holding him in a loving hug .

“Well … you mean everything to me , Johnny . No matter what your parents think you’re definitely still someone worth loving , and believe me when I say that my life wouldn’t be the same without you in it .”

They looked up at him , gently caressing his cheek .

Jonathan wanted to say so many things in that moment … how much he appreciated them , how happy he was to have them in his life …

His arms surrounded their waist while he placed his forehead against theirs .

“God , I really don’t know what I’d do without you (y/n) …”

, he whispered , genuine adoration in his voice as he got lost into his partner’s beautiful eyes .

The two of them stood there for a few minutes , enjoying each other’s comforting warmth until finally (y/n) took out their house keys from their pocket and opened the door :

after such a stressful afternoon , all that Jonathan and (y/n) wanted to do was just lie down somewhere comfortable and rest in each other’s arms , forgetting about all their worries .

☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ . ☕️ .

Thank you so much for reading this little story until the end ! :D

Feel free to leave some feedback if you want to :) ❤️

[me-writes-prompts]

:-Christmas Short Story-:

By: @Me-writes-prompts

It was dark when Character A entered their house, eerie and chill. The dark that you would not expect on Christmas night. They had been gone on a business trip that took way longer than expected, and now they were, much too late to wish their partner a Merry Christmas who was nowhere in sight, at least from what they could see with the snow on their glasses, making it harder than ever to see. 

They took a step and carefully unwrapped the scarf from around their neck, making sure the snow on it didn’t fall on the floor. They had left their shoes just by the door, not even an inch away, knowing their partner wouldn’t want them anywhere near the living room. They cleared their throat before: “Hello? Is anyone here?” That was such a dumb question, and they cringed at themself. Either the lights had gone off because their partner was in their room(which they shouldn’t be because they were having their families over), or they had gone out which wasn’t a possibility, or in the least, it was because they had to get something. But then, where were the remaining people in their families who should have been over? Had they all gone out as well? They shook their head. They needed to find the lights. 

They sighed and took out their phone. It showed…no signal. Wait, what? They thought. Strange. They turned on the flashlight and walked to the kitchen, turning on the lights. No one. Not even their pet dog that usually ate treats when they were sleeping. They took a deep breath and turned around to walk to the living room. No one was there either. They went upstairs, opening and closing several doors and finding no one. They frowned to themself, the only place left was the basement. The whole family had to be there for sure. They must be sitting around the fireplace, and goofing off without them. 

They stumbled downstairs to the basement, silence echoed around them. Okay, now it was getting creepy. And scary, definitely scary. Surely, this must be a prank. They turned the switch on, and to say they were surprised to find no one would be an understatement. Where had everyone gone?! They frowned deeper, checking the one stale room and even the laundry room just out of the last bit of hope to see if they could find anyone. 

They went upstairs, feeling tired from the business trip but now more so, because they couldn’t find anyone in their own house. They checked their phone. Still no signal. Groaning, they lay down on the couch. Where could they even possibly look for their fam- a loud shattering noise and a curse from a person’s mouth? Their partner. They jolted up, looking frantically around. They couldn’t see anyone, they stood up. “[Name], is that you?” They asked, a hope igniting again. Several other people cursed and groaned as they all started coming out from the kitchen, upstairs. And inside, from the balcony just outside their house. 

“What is going on?” They asked, frantically looking around. Confused but relieved to find everyone. Their partner came from behind the Christmas tree. And, oh lord, they could not believe that they once did not look behind the Christmas tree. 

Their partner came up to them and laughed. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. We meant to surprise you but you look horrified.” 

“Well, of course I do! You guys scared the hell out of me. I was so scared because there was no signal and I didn’t know how to find you guys!” 

Their partner kissed them. “I know, and I’m sorry. We thought it would be a good idea to, you know, make you feel special -which you are- by surprising you as a whole family. Guess it didn’t go that well.” Their partner murmured, an apologetic smile on their face. 

They smiled. “It’s fine, but only because I love you and our families. Merry Christmas everyone!” 

Their families hollered around them, hugging each other while wishing Merry Christmas and laughing. It was nice to be back on Christmas eve, they thought to themself, eating a sugar cookie their partner made especially for them which they doubted because all the other cookies looked the same. They chuckled and kissed them.

(Merry christmas everyone and I hope you liked this!! 🎄🎅❄️)

[vytels]

Reposting this with grammar and spelling fixed because it was bothering me. For context, this was posted based on an incorrect quote post. The original post is linked here.

Just needed to write a little something based on this that made my brain go wirrr

TW: self-depreciation, thoughts about death/suicide, overall general horrible feelings…. Basically, Fox NOT having a good time… Also, typos, cause I’m writing this at the ass crack of night and I’m supposed to be SLEEPING

Sloshes of cocktails and condensation fell to the floor, beers clinked together in toasts and cheers, but yet, it wasn’t as busy at 79’s as it usually was. Parties of clones crowded together in respected booths, a few stragglers slipping onto the dance floor to get a feel for a pretty lady or man. The music buzzed between them and the lights clung brightly to the walls, unimpeded by bodies or howling voices.

Fox didn’t care for 79’s much anyway. Besides the rapid amount of headaches and groans that it brought him, he found himself seeing it as only a small connection to his brothers on the frontlines. It provided him a face-to-face that holocalls couldn’t achieve, although only once every few months.

“Are your boys treating you well, Rex?” Ponds’ elbow shoved into Fox’s side as the man craned his head forward.

The blond trooper turned to them and a smile appeared at the edge of his lips, his shoulders slumping toward the table as he leaned in. “They weren’t too bad this time around, I think they might be settling down.”

“Don’t jinx it, vod’ika,” Cody warned, “Your men don’t know the meaning of settling. You told me they tried to make a water slide in the docking hangar of the Resolute a month ago.”

“Eh, they’re just bored,” Wolffe said, “the 501st moves around more than anyone else does, they have more time between missions to get stuck in their heads.”

“They do deal with it interestingly then,” Rex grumbled.

Fox couldn’t help but agree, though his eyes lingered across his vod’ika’s form. There was a mirth in the man’s eyes, a fondness in his smile, and a softening in his brows. The Captain cared deeply for his men, for his own vod’ika, despite the trouble they put him through. There was always a story on his mind about Fives and Echo, or a joke that heard from Jesse, or an incident from Hardcase.

There was something there that struck Fox, something that clung deep at his chest, in a way that almost made him gasp. Somehow, it was overwhelming.

“Well,” Fox said, “Have the Terrible Torrents come up with anything more recently to deal with this boredom?”

A smile widened across Rex’s face. “They came up with a game, based on a natborn game.”

“Oh, this ought to be good.” Bly leaned in. “What is it?”

“It’s based on kiss, marry, kill,” Rex explained, “which is a game where you name three people and then choose who you’d kiss, marry, or kill from the three.”

Cody nodded, raising an eyebrow. “How’d they change that then?”

Rex snickered. “They ran out of people they knew until it was only vod that they knew… so you know, they just changed the wording. Turned it into keldabe, vod pile partner, and kill.”

“Not as easy to say,” Ponds muttered with a look of disdain, “But I can’t imagine marrying or kissing a vod.”

Bly gave him a look. “Isn’t a keldabe a kiss?”

“It can be familial and you know it,” Ponds retorted, “You literally shove your forehead against any of ours the moment you get the chance!”

“Guilty,” Bly conceded.

Wolffe hummed. “Well, are we going to play it?”

“I’m interested,” Cody added, “It sounds like fun.”

Rex smirked as his ori’vode turned to him and let them throw him through the rounds of the game, pulling on all vod they knew from across the Galaxy. Putting Neyo against Gree, pushing Thorn against Keeli and Kix, throwing Crys with Waxer and Boil, laughing as he offered up Hardcase, Wrecker, and Fives, and smirking when he mentioned Alpha-17, Colt, and Fordo.

“You know that’s not fair,” Cody said immediately. “All of us would snatch up 17 for a pile partner before the others.”

“Then who are you killing?” Rex challenged. “Colt or Fordo?”

“Colt, at least I’d have a chance at winning.” Bly took a swig of his drink.

Wolffe shook his head. “I bet I could take out Fordo, besides he hates me.”

“That’s because you bit him.”

“So did Fox!”

Fox smirked. “He deserved it. I’m going with Fordo too.”

“You two are horrible.” Cody frowned. “I’ll kill Colt.”

“Agreed,” Ponds said.

“Alright, alright… last one?” Rex asked.

“Hit us with your best shot,” Wolffe growled at him.

Rex looked over them for a moment, thoughts whirling behind his eyes before a smirk covered his face. He leaned closer as he spoke, his voice punctuating the names.

“Me, Wolffe, Fox. The vod’ike.”

“Oh, well, I’m killing Fox.” Bly leaned back immediately.

Fox’s head snapped to his ori’vod, a glare pulling at his eyes but he kept his face level as Ponds snorted next to him.

“I think I have to agree with that,” Ponds said, “But I’m vod piling with Rex.”

“Not me?” Wolffe growled immediately.

But Fox didn’t hear the rest of the argument, not as his eyes slid to the orange-colored commander next to him. Cody stroked his chin, a horrible habit he had gained from his general, and stared toward the ceiling. Gears seemed to come to life in his head as he thought before his hand dropped away and slapped against the table.

Everyone’s heads snapped to him, the argument between Wolffe and Ponds fading to the side as the oldest of their batch smirked.

“I figured it out.” Cody nodded. “Kill Fox, keldabe Wolffe, and vod pile with Rex.”

Despite the sting in his chest, the tightening at the back of his throat, Fox slipped under his mask. A smirk played across his lips and he leaned back against the booth, eyes flickering across all his brothers.

“Yeah, I’d kill me too.” Fox waved a hand, ignoring the churning in his stomach. “I’ll vod pile with you, Wolffe.”

Wolffe smirked, before immediately turning to Ponds. “See? Even Fox wants to vod pile with me!”

The argument between them grew again, but it felt like a buzzing at Fox’s ears as he reached back to grab his drink. He knocked back, trying to get rid of the pain pounding in his ribs and gut, trying to loosen the tightening of his throat.

His batchmates had pointed to kill him off, not even bothering to argue against it in any form. It flipped his stomach, even if it was just a game. A meaningless game, but yet it drove a stake through his heart.

But he understood it too, he really did.

Fox wasn’t like his batchmates. He didn’t fight on the front lines, he didn’t put his life on the line for his brothers staring down a battlefield filled with droids, and he certainly didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like they did.

But more than that, he didn’t really deserve to be the one receiving a keldabe, or being trusted as a pile partner. He wasn’t as good of a commander as he should be, he didn’t save the lives of his men as much as his batchmates did, and he most certainly couldn’t explain the blood that he’d find on his hands when he woke up in the morning.

His batchmates were good men, and he knew he wasn’t.

It seemed like they knew it too.

The night ended shortly after that. His batchmates huddled together as they wobbled back to the GAR barracks, doing their best to make themselves look like a cohesive group of competent men. And they pulled it off well too, despite the tiredness that dragged at them and the drunken tilts of their vision.

But Fox walked another way, back to the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, back to his tiny office with a desk overflowing with datapads and flimsiwork.

He sat at his desk, thought of the way his vode had pointed at him, and wondered if the pills stashed in the back of his drawer were worth it.

[courtsongs]

‘ dev patel, cis male, he/him, 28/280 , daemati high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems RAVI KALITA has been teleported to the dusk court, the PERSONAL GUARD from SUMMER COURT is said to be PROTECTIVE and is said to describe themselves with the scent of healing balm, a secret whiff of flowers under the twilight, the sharp sting of a sword cut and with all of this in mind their GRUMPY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; *personal guard to cassiopeia dragomir

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: RAVI KALITA

NAME: Ravi Kalita AGE: 280 PRONOUNS: He/him SEXUALITY: Pansexual

PHYSIOLOGY

HEIGHT: 6'1 HAIR COLOUR: Brown EYE COLOUR: Grey, almost blue APPEARANCE: Ravi wears a lot of armour as a guard, and his hair is usually kept pretty well kept, he can look quite intimidating with his serious expression, but he has a nice smile SPECIES: Daemati high fae STYLE: Well kept, armour-heavy outfits, put together. He wears a necklace constantly, it has a ring on it. He wears pretty standard clothes, they aren't really his expression of self TATTOOS: None SCARRING: Nothing major aside from the normal scarring one in his position would have. He does have a pretty decent size scar on his back, but it's usually hidden from his clothes

SOCIOLOGY

OCCUPATION: Personal guard to Cassiopeia Dragomir COURT: Summer court HOME LIFE: He doesn't think he has one anymore PETS: None FAMILY: Ha, good one RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Widowed SOCIAL STATUS: He doesn't consider himself of high social status and he's definitely not a royal, but he's known enough, enough that people in local bars avoid him if they're causing trouble TRAINING: Combat training, guard training, all that good stuff VICES: Ale. Lots of it

PSYCHOLOGY

SEX LIFE: Sex life? Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? MORAL STANDARDS: He is a BIG believer of his court. However, he is also a big believer in doing what's right, and supporting those who need it. When not on duty, he will often spend time helping others AMBITION: He has very little ambition aside from protecting those he loves, his duty, and helping others. His ambition to himself is unfortunately nonexistent, not anymore. His only real ambition outside of this is to find a certain someone and kill them TEMPERAMENT: He's calm but very, VERY serious. He's not someone you'd want to mess with COMPLEXES: None ABILITIES: He has typical fae abilities but as Daemati he's also able to read and influence minds. He doesn't like to use it much unless he has to PERSONALITY: He is a no-nonsense kind of guy, very serious, but can be quite friendly when he's talked to. His duty is very important to him, and he's very serious about it. He doesn't really know how to "let loose" anymore

BIOGRAPHY

it was not really his decision to become a personal guard. it was something that came to him eventually, after a lifetime of torment and struggle. the job of a guard was stable enough that he quite enjoyed it, but when he found himself personal guard to the lady, it became his life. cass became his good friend, and as a result, his protective nature took over in a way that's more than just duty. before this, he was a lower level guard, working as sort of security for several businesses in the summer court. he jumped around a lot, across various jobs. eventually, he finds himself working hard enough that the lord takes notice, and hires him for personal security in the castle. the moment that the new lady comes in, he's assigned to her. he grows in his life and in his position. some years into his role, he finds himself a lover, falling for a young man who took over his heart, and their relationship was strong and they started a family by adopting a local young fae boy who had no one else to rely on. for a while, this was all that ravi wanted; someone to love, someone to hold, somewhere to lay his head at night. the fae boy grew older, and so did he. at least, it did for quite a while. the incident that led to his partner's death is not something he talks about, not enough for anyone who knows him to even understand really what happened. it's said that perhaps he made some enemies who didn't like the lord and lady of the court, or maybe his lover was caught up in something. regardless of the situation, his lover and the boy they'd been raising disappears, left with nothing but ashes, never to be seen again. he knows deep inside that it was the pirates he had thwarted once, but he knows not where they are. hardened by his loss, his job becomes duty. when not watching over the lady, he's at a bar, drinking away his sorrows, and hoping for better days. eventually, eventually, the hurt stings a bit less. he teaches himself to feel, and allows himself to speak to people again, even allows himself to help people again. maybe, just maybe, healing is on the horizon. no one knows his secret ambition to find the one who killed his lover and kill them by his own hand. it's a dream, however, he's given up long ago.

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

Mine (Tess x Joel Fanfic)

Pairing. Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos x Joel Miller

Summary: A small fic about the things Tess and Joel didn't say but clearly were there. Technically Tess could not have heard Joel in that scene but let's imagine just to break our hearts. I mentioned some of Tess· pass that was revealed in the The Las of Us podcast that I recommend you listen to.

Warning: ANGST, really angsty, death and grieving.

Mine

There are some words he says sometimes that she has to pick like fireflies in a glass jar. They float in the wind and Tess can see that sometimes he winces when he pronounces them. Joel regrets them instantly, but she has caught them already.

And then she has to search on them the answer to a question she has never dared to ask. Tess sees them on her mind on a list and then she must put them in order as she used to do the crossword in the morning.

What are we?

We are survivors, and that’s it. What’s the point of asking now? The world order has crumble why on earth the status and terms of relationships would matter now?

Tess had her fair share of tough decisions to make. The ones repeatedly playing in her head at night. She listens to that voice telling her she did the best she could. But…she’s smart enough to know that’s only her brain giving her a reason to believe she’s not a terrible human being.

Everyone is terrible now. Who cares. Joel didn’t care for her pass. They’ve shared part of it in the middle of the night. Both of them, in that small crumbling apartment. The bed just a mattress he had found with some bricks and wood boards.

I had a daughter.

I had a son.

She had never told anybody the whole thing. Everyone has their drama so just speaking in pass tense about someone it’s enough. Nobody needs more details. But she needed to tell, to confess. Tess had thought that once it would be out, it would be over. That something, someone would judge her. Like pouring rain, her sins would be out in the open and her judgement would fall like a sword over her head.

Nothing happened.

Joel didn’t say a word. But held her hand. And it’s been years and he has looked at her the same. No disgust, no judgement. He had never insinuated she’s a terrible mother.

Joel was fiercely loyal. He killed for her, he smashed people for her, he would risk his life for her.

But he made it look like it was for both of them. Because it was good for business. Everyone knew if things didn’t go as plan with Tess they would answer to the consequences. Everyone in the QZ knew they were a pack. Tess and Joel.

It was ironic the two of them didn’t know what they were when everyone assumed.

Who does someone control their feelings if another person does anything to keep them safe?

She couldn’t.

Her feelings grew and she suppressed them. Like putting pressure on a rock until it cracks, and it becomes dust. And dust it’s nothing.

But now, that dust it’s everywhere. In her hand when they touch him. In her arms when she holds him at night. It floats around them when he looks at her.

She has heard him say words she would love to hear from his lips in the open.

Mine

It just passed by, she heard it when Frank invited her inside the house and the two brooding men were left to their own at the table.

She never said but it was hard watching Bill and Frank live, not survive. Live, they had their little town, their white picket fence house and flowers at the garden. Good food, good wine.

Tess tried to imagine how would it be to do it all again. A house, a life. Joel appeared in that fantasy all the time.

What would he say?

No, he would never do that as she wouldn’t too.

They were too broken for that. Joel would see his daughter, his Sarah in every corner and Tess would hear the stomping and the cries from the basement. They were haunted by ghosts and forming a home would only give them more space to roam.

She made the way back to the QZ in silence. Like every time she had heard him use those word that had meaning or maybe not.

Mine

Me and Tess

My partner

My…mine

At night they would lay together in that improvised bed. She passes her arm over him, and he holds her hand. Her lips are on his nape she kisses or barely moves her lips over his skin.

“Joel”

“Yeah?”

“Good night”

She never dared ask. She was afraid the answer would hurt her more than the absence of one.

*****************************************************************************

The river runs cold, the sun has just appeared, and the trees moves with the chilling air. It’s beautiful here, he almost feels like he’s able to fully breath. The knot inside of him is tighter. It was a bit looser lately, he guested it was the time that passed and the age. But maybe it was Tess. And she’s no longer here.

“I never ask you for anything, not to feel the way I feel”.

When she held him at night, Joel felt his ribs giving in, letting her inside that tight knot. And he wished he had said something then or maybe when she was about to die. But as always, he couldn’t react. That knot tightens and holds his hands, his tongue. He ran way with the kid.

Save who you can save. He can never save who he wanted to. Who he lo…

He gets his swollen hand in the cold waters. It stings for a bit. But it holds his running thoughts.

He fixes his eyes on the black water. A mirror of the thousand black rocks at the bottom.

They have been there for hundreds of years maybe more, letting the current carry them away, polish them until they’re hard and soft and shiny.

“It’s been a long time since we have a civilized meal in a place as beautiful as this”

He had look at her. She had shined, clean and warm from the shower. Her scarlet hair long and soft. The warm breeze and the sun agreed with her, and Joel thought about how wonderful would it be to build her a beautiful house, a beautiful garden and not be confined to the grim and dirt of the road or the QZ.

But he knew he couldn’t do it again, nor did she. It was a matter of time; they’d start filling the house with their grieve and their ghosts.

Joel thought the river was a beautiful place as any other and it was only civilized to make her something.

He grabbed the stones one by one. The shiniest, the ones without any chipped part. One by one he thought about the things he didn’t say and the things that would mean nothing now but to tighten even more that knot inside his chest.

He would go, take the kid to Bill’s and Frank’s and he would have to explain why Tess wasn’t with him. He would see the fresh flowers and the nice garden, the may paintings of Bill face where his eyes looked softer, a gaze he could only see when the two men looked at each other. They may prepare a meal and he would have to sit there without her.

I left here there. Her body lays down with a horde of infected, she was scared, hopeful and I left her. And I couldn’t burry her, build her a nice place to rest in the sun.

A little token would do. In a river where nobody passes, the only memory of Tess will rest until it’s eroded by time, water and wind.

tag: @littlemisspascal

[tsuki-chibi]

Ladynoir July 2023 Day 9: I Lied

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It was after dark by the time Adrien finished his homework. He was supposed to spend the next two hours practicing the piano, but that was not how he wanted to spend the night of his birthday. Instead, he set up his stereo so that anyone walking by would think he was diligently practicing, made sure the door was still locked, and went to the window.

“Wait, what?” Plagg said. “I thought Ladybug said she was busy tonight.” He was all cuddled up in a little bed on Adrien’s desk, and clearly did not want to move.

“I know. But it’s my birthday. I want to spend at least part of it as Chat Noir,” Adrien said. “Plagg, claws out!”

One annoyed wail from Plagg and flash of green light later, Chat Noir opened the window. It was cool out tonight, but not raining yet, so he hopped up onto the windowsill and then jumped. A few seconds later his feet made impact with a rooftop, and he launched himself forward into a flat-out run.

So far the day had been really good, if you discounted the fact that neither his father nor Nathalie had acknowledged his birthday at all. Nino, Alya, and Marinette had conspired to bring a cake to school for him, baked by Marinette’s parents – so of course, it was delicious. Madame Bustier had even allowed them all a few minutes during class to share the cake with all of their classmates.

Despite his father, Chat had had a good day. He just wished that he could’ve seen Ladybug, but he supposed that maybe that was asking too much. He knew how busy she had been lately.

He ran around for a while, just burning off some energy, until he finally felt tired enough to make his way back to the Eiffel Tower. He chose a beam about three-quarters of the way up the tower and flopped down, breathing hard. Paris splayed out before, a sea of twinkling lights that he never tired of.

“Happy Birthday, Chaton!”

“Gah!” Chat jumped, shocked, and nearly fell off the beam. Ladybug grabbed his arm at the last moment to steady him.

“Oops, sorry,” she said, though her big smile suggested she wasn’t that sorry.

“My Lady, what are you doing here?” Chat said, bewildered. “I thought you said you were busy tonight.”

“I lied,” she said cheerfully. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You certainly did that,” Chat said, unable to keep the smile from crossing his face. He couldn’t believe that Ladybug had made it out after all – and that she knew it was his birthday! That meant she had come out specifically for him. That made his heart flutter.

“Good! Here, I brought you this, too.” Ladybug turned and picked up a box that Chat hadn’t noticed before. It was from the Dupain-Cheng bakery. She opened it up to reveal two gorgeous cupcakes.

“For me?” Chat couldn’t help exclaiming.

“Of course! Everyone needs cake on their birthday,” Ladybug said. “Because it’s just the two of us, I brought cupcakes instead. I didn’t think we needed to eat a whole cake.”

“If it was cheesecake, Plagg would’ve definitely helped,” Chat said.

Ladybug giggled. “Good point. I’ll take that into consideration next time,” she said. It turned out that she was one more surprise. She had brought along some candles, and she stuck one into the top of a cupcake and carefully lit it. Then she held the cupcake out to him and told him to make a wish.

Chat looked at the cupcake and thought for a moment.

He’d already made a wish earlier today as Adrien, surrounded by all of his classmates. Then, he’d wished that he could always be friends with all of them.

He could make the same wish, but he didn’t want to. This wish felt like it should be about him and Ladybug. He looked at her. She looked so happy. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. She was obviously really pleased with herself, that she’d brought him the cupcakes and that she’d surprised him. His chest ached with how much he loved her. Even if nothing ever happened between them, he never wanted to lose this.

So he wished with all his heart that he and Ladybug would always be partners.

And then he blew out the candle.

[rose0725]

Butler's wine festival

Episode 3

[Traditional Wine Festival]

⚠️ The translation Can be wrong

We rode a carriage and headed west on the well -maintained highway ...

When I arrived at the city of Tobiris, I changed into a festival costume at the inn ...

I immediately went to the wine festival.

Mu:Wow ~!

It's a very big festival! There are a lot of alcohol and food stores!

Lucas:Heh~,That's not the only highlight. Look,Look at the central square?

Mu:Is it a square?

Oh hey, by the way, there is something on the stage.

Looking at the wooden stage, which seems to be specially established in the square ...

Along with light music, people wearing unique costumes appeared on the stage.

Mu:Ah!

It looks like something has just begun now!

Lono:Heh~

It's a very sharp dance.

You:I agree

Mu:My legs move slowly and my body turns around ...

It's amazing ...

Just looking at it, it seems that my eyes will dizzy around here!

What, what ...

Even though I tried to look away, I can't keep my eyes on it ~!

Boschi:That kind of dance is,

Lucas:Heh~. That's a dance that attracts what you see.

Hanamaru:I know. Look, Mu,come here.

Hanamaru hugs Mu who to keeps his eyes off the dance. Thanks to that Mu, he seems to have finally regained his consciousness.

Mu:Oh, thank you hanamaru. It was helpful…….

Hanamaru:That is good. By the way, Mu ...

Are you.....getting more and more heavier than when we first met?

Mu:I'm sorry! I'm still growing up ...

Hanamaru:Heh ~. Your growing up, huh ...

For that, the "nutrition" that you ate ...

It looks like you're addicted here?

Mu:Uhya!Oh, please do not pinch the stomach~!

Boschi:Good grief. Regardless of the festival, they are lively guys.

Lono:This is my first time to come to this city ....

I didn't know that it was such a lively festival. I wish I had come sooner!

Lucas:Haha. Especially this year seems to have been a natural year. It seems that people in the city are especially enjoying the festival.

Mu:Natural year ...?/A year of hit ..?

What is it?

Lucas:What is the year of hit? To put it simply, it's a year when you can make a lot of good wine. It means that the grapes of grapes, which are the raw materials of wine, were so good.

Mu:Heh ~ As expected, Lucas, you know!

Hmm... Does that mean that there are so many delicious grapes in this city!

Lono:Mu. As I said, you can't eat grapes.

Mu:Uh ... I know, of course. When I became a butler ...

The first job given by Lono is ...

I learned the "list that I can't eat"!

Lono:no….

Is it useless to eat snacks?Well, whatever. Anyway, there may be some ingredients here that I will see for the first time. Just in case, the purchase of the ingredients is also with Mu ...

Wine dealer:that?What is there ...

you:(yeah…?)

Wine dealer:oh!

After all it is Lucas -kun.

Lucas:This is ... I have been indebted to you./This is ... thank you as always.

Wine dealer:I'm glad to meet you./I'm glad to see my customers. Will you buy it from our house again this year?

Lucas:yes🎶

The winery at home is the best in Tobilis.

Wine dealer:Huhahaha!As usual, I will be happy.

Mu:Um ... Who is that person talking to Lucas?

You:An acquaintance ...?

Boschi:As you can see from the story ...

I guess it's a familiar wine dealer. There is no prejudice to the devil's butler ...

He seems to be a partner.

You:That's right

Mu:It was good that there were people who understand!

Hanamaru:Hehe. If you're a decent merchant, you don't discriminate against customers. If they pay for the money ... You don't care if your opponent is a villain.

Mu:Well, I see ... Is that something ...?

Lono:Hanamaru ... Do not plant the values of rubbed adults in the pure heart of Mu. Boschi -san, please say something!

Boschi:I don't think Hanamaru said something wrong ...

Hanamaru:oh yeah.That's the world.

Lono:It's no good, no, there's only a dirty adult here ... I have to protect Mu's pure heart.

Boschi:Hey.Who is a dirty adult.

Lucas:Excuse me, Lord.

You:Lucas, what happened?

Lucas:yes. Now, I was talking to a business partner wine dealer ...

After this, we decided to have a meeting ...

I'm sorry for this.

Mu:Oh, is it the purchase of wine? Then let's go together ...

Lucas:yeah,Most of the document work is about the purchase.

I want the Lord and Mu -chan to enjoy the atmosphere of the festival more.

Mu:That's right ...

Then, I'm ...

Lono:Mu and Hanamaru will go out with the purchase of ingredients.

I told you a while ago ... It's an important job of the butler to see and learn various ingredients.

Mu:Okay! I will study a lot with Lono!

Hanamaru:So, I know Mu is but ... Why me?

Lono:Hanamaru is drinking various liquor stores, right?

That's why you're more familiar with sake than me ...

If there is an ingredient that seems to be a snack ... Please lend your wisdom!

Hanamaru:Heh~I can't help but help.

Leaving it like that ...

Actually, you just want to take your luggage and just take it? (He means the ingredients and snacks that Lono wants to pack in his luggage)

Lono:What is it? As expected, Hanamaru -san, you were looking for!

I'm going to have more luggage today ...

Please bring a lot!

Hanamaru:Yeah ... I knew it.

I knew, but can't you lie until the very end?

Boschi:That is ...

I am the only remaining ...

Lucas:I would like to ask Boschi to be the guide for the Lord.

"The city of memories" ...

It is good to look around slowly with the Lord.

You:The city of memories ...?

Boschi:Lucas ...

Where is that story ...

Lucas:Yeah🎶

Did you hear from Boski last night?

When Boschi's tongue became smooth ...

Pfftt

Boschi:Chis. After all, did you drink too much yesterday?

...got it.

The Lord's guidance will be undertaken.

Lucas:Yeah🎶

Please, Boschi -kun.

Lono:Then the Lord!

Later.

Hanamaru:There are many drunks , so be careful?

You: Understood.

Boschi:It's okay because I'm here.

Hanamaru:I told Boschi now.

Don't overdo it even if you get drunk

Ne.

Boschi:Ah. I know.

In this way, Boski and I decided to look around the festival together.

*I'm sorry 😞 I procastinate a lot

[deepspacedukat]

Tense

Honestly, this could’ve been way longer, but the last couple of days have been super busy. I don’t have anything super profound to preface this with, so enjoy! If anyone wants to be added to or removed from my taglist, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

Day 5: Facial

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Jorik (OC) x Jadzia Dax (ST:DS9)

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Established relationship, interspecies sex, Vulcan/Trill sex, oral sex (male receiving), facial, slightly subby!Jorik, edging.

~*~

** Late 2374 - Deep Space Nine**

“Please...Jadzia, h-have mercy...” Jorik’s plea was met only by a light, mirthful laugh - one which didn’t bode well for his resolve.

“Patience, sweetheart,” she chided gently before resuming her slow, teasing caresses. She’d been keeping her husband on the edge of an orgasm for something like an hour. After all the long days and hard work that Jorik had been doing lately, he still refused to relax, so Jadzia decided to take things into her own hands - and her mouth.

Soft arms had wrapped around Jorik’s shoulders as he sat at his desk. He’d been working on security reports for nearly three days straight, at that point. Since the Romulans had joined the war against the Dominion, there had been an uptick in the amount of personal conflicts on the station. And the paperwork required to file reports on such incidents had increased accordingly.

“Adun, you need to rest,” Jadzia’s breath against the top of her husband’s head ruffled his hair and tickled his scalp. “You haven’t taken a break in hours. I haven’t seen you this tense since we met.”

“A break would be illogical. My work is incomplete,” he murmured, but through their bond, Jorik could feel that his wife would not be deterred tonight. Her tongue traced the outside of his ear, pausing on the pointed tip long enough to tug his focus away from the reports in front of him. “Ashaya...”

“I know you’re dedicated to your career, but don’t I deserve a little of your time as well?” She slid one of her hands down to his and traced two of his fingers with his. “If you won’t take a break for your own sake, then take it for mine. Nara is staying over at the O’Briens, and I require my husband...”

Feeling his breath hitch in his chest, Jorik set down the two data PADDs he’d been using. If his wife needed him, it was only logical that he should help her. What sort of a husband would he be if he did not? Leaning back in his mate’s embrace, he obliged a nudge of her nose and bared his neck for her with a tilt of his head.

“How may I assist you this evening, k’diwa?” He gasped as she nipped at his neck, sending a bolt of arousal between his legs. 

“By allowing me to assist you,” she whispered, and one of Jorik’s eyebrows lifted curiously.

“As always, I am yours to do with as you will.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jadzia murmured coaxing him from his chair and pulling him into the bedroom.

He’d given himself over to her ministrations easily, lying back on the bed with very little persuasion. Jorik trusted his wife implicitly, even when she brought him to the edge time after maddening time. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was grateful that she was willing to give him such pleasure. He accepted her attentions readily as any solicitous mate would.

“That’s my good boy,” Jadzia praised, and the taught string that was his tension finally snapped. Feeling his control shatter completely, Jorik shouted as his wife’s hands sped up, pulling his orgasm from him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips twitched involuntarily.

When he finally came back to himself, Jorik opened his eyes to a sight that never ceased to stir his most primitive urges. His wife’s cheeks, nose, and forehead were painted with stripes of his cum. Allowing himself a selfish moment to admire how gorgeous she looked like that, he leaned forward and kissed her with all the passion he possessed.

How fortunate he was to have a partner like Jadzia!

With the utmost care, Jorik lifted his wife onto their bed and fetched a warm, wet cloth to clean her face. As much pleasure as it brought him to see her wearing the pleasure that she’d drawn from him, he derived even more satisfaction from her comfort.

“Thanks,” Jadzia murmured as he set the cloth aside. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she kissed his nose.

“I believe it is time that I thank you, k’diwa,” he replied allowing his hunger for his wife to show plainly on his face as his hand glided carefully between her legs. He may not have over three hundred years’ experience like her, but he’d still learned the things that made his mate moan and writhe deliciously for him. He would gladly make use of all of them for her pleasure.

“Actually, Jorik, do you think maybe it’s time to give Nara a sibling...?”

~*~*~

Vulcan Words:

Adun = husband

ashaya = love

k’diwa = beloved

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Desperately need geraskier arranged marriage au 🥺🥺 for the prompt summer thingy.

Hey anon, this is from like 7 months ago, but like.

Yesterday I blacked out at my computer, and came to to 3k worth of plot outlined for this.

I never outline fics. Idk what spirit possessed me. But yeah I started the first chapter today. Highlights of the story will inlude:

Trans Jaskier

Yennefer being a badass who knows how to play the system

Mutual Hatred to Okay Fine We're Friends to We're In Love But Don't Know It to Just Kiss You Idiots

at some point in the outline I just said "they're just idiots who are drunk" and I support them

Geralt has blown girl dick

"They become FRIENDS your honor"

Are they business partners or are they business partne- the answer is yes

I forgot there were brothels in this

Apparently I decided at some point Jaskier is an author, didn't remember that bit, I'm losing my mind apparently

Anyway I wrote this to procrastinate working on the fic