#but I did spend a lot of time going around thinking

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGEEEEEEL DO A LITTLE FUCKER AND ISHA FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🫵🫵🫵

okay okay okay long awaited but let's do it finally ehheehehe

as always with these fics, don't ask me the logistics of how the pregnancy happened. it's yuri magic. have some fun.

men and minors dni

jinx is twenty when she decides to go to college. after a few years of taking care of herself-- through therapy, moving in with you and sevika, isha's good influence, and vi and ekko's support-- jinx finally felt ready to look to her future.

she got into a good school in piltover; full scholarship, because she's a fucking genius.

you don't worry about the workload overwhelming her, though she's decided to enroll in a dual degree program, studying chemistry and engineering at the same time.

you don't worry that her demons will catch up to her; she'll be living with cait and vi, and she'll be within walking distance of her therapist. plus, she's done a lot of good work for herself.

the only thing you worry about is isha.

though the girl is older now, around eight years old and much more used to you and sevika than she was when you first met, isha's favorite person in the entire world is still jinx. and the feeling is mutual. so, while jinx will spend her weeks with cait and vi up top, on weekends she'll come back to zaun to catch up with isha.

it's still a rough adjustment.

isha's just... lonely. you miss the giggles that used to fill your home-- isha entertained endlessly by her older sister's shenanigans. and despite all you and sevika have done to keep her occupied-- buying her new games and pets and books-- you can tell that isha's bored all alone.

"what if we had a baby?" sevika asks one night after you've turned off the lights and cuddled into her arms.

"another cat?" you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i was thinking a human baby, but we could get another cat if you want."

you sit up in bed, reaching out to flick a light on and stare down at your wife. "where the fuck is this coming from!?" you squeal.

sevika shrugs. "isha's lonely! we should give her a little sibling."

"wh-- like our own baby?! like one of us gets pregnant!?"

"well unless isha drags home a stray kid i don't see how else we'll get one." sevika chuckles.

you gawk at her. sevika smiles up at you. "s-sevika, we already have two to five children, depending on the day." you say.

sevika snorts. "ekko, cait and vi are ours only in spirit, love, they won't ever need us in the way jinx and isha do." she says. you pout. sevika snorts. "and jinx is all grown up, now." she reminds you.

tears well up in your eyes. "no she's not." you say, your pout worsening. sevika giggles and swipes your tears away.

"look; i know we said no kids when we started dating. but we said a lot of shit back then. remember when we thought we'd go hiking every saturday? we were crazy." sevika says. you giggle. "shit happened between then and now baby. life happened. deaths and marriage and adoptions and moves-- that kinda shit changes people. you changed me. and... we bought this big ass house for our family. might as well fill it up."

"well fuck, sevika, how many babies are you planning on giving me!?" you ask through a sob of happy tears. sevika laughs.

"as many as you'll let me." she says with a shrug.

you go to the doctor to talk about pregnancy the next week, only to find out that you're already a month into your first trimester.

"wh-- i'm-- but--" you sputter.

"she's already pregnant!?" sevika squeals.

the doctor laughs. "it would seem so. good timing."

sevika bursts into laughter and scoops you out of the doctor's paper covered seat, spinning you around her office and sobbing into your shoulder as you blink in shock.

"what the fuck?" you ask. sevika cackles.

on your drive home, you look over at your wife with a suspicious glare. "did you plan this?"

sevika laughs. "you think i'm that diabolical?"

"no, i just-- you decide you want a baby and boom, i'm magically already pregnant?!"

"i can probably smell it on you or somethin'-- my instincts could sense it. like how i can smell when you're ovulating."

you giggle. "that's probably how you knocked me up in the first place."

sevika grins. "fuck yeah it is. i did the math. i think it was the weekend we sent isha up to spend with the girls."

at the mention of your girls it hits you. you're about to have a baby. another one. your own-- one that you know from the first shit it takes.

you burst into tears, and sevika laughs. "there you go, i was waiting for that to happen."

"we're having a baby." you cry, scrambling to grab the hand she reaches across the console. "oh, janna, sev-- i don't know how to change diapers! all our other kids came to us potty trained!"

"i'll change all the diapers in the world, for you, love." sevika promises, kissing your knuckles. you laugh.

"you're such a liar."

isha's one smart little shit. you and sevika decide not to tell her until the second trimester, when it's less likely that you'll miscarry.

she figures it out within a week of you and sevika getting the news.

it could be the way sevika keeps touching your stomach, or the giddy kisses the pair of you keep exchanging when you think isha's not looking-- but something tips her off.

she sits you and sevika down one evening with a frown and her arms folded in front of her chest.

is there a baby in your belly? she signs. you sputter. sevika gasps. isha's suspicious glare melts into an excited smile. is there!? she asks with a gasp.

you burst into laughter and sevika shrugs. "we thought you might wanna be a big sister." isha grins, tears welling up in her eyes as she launches herself at you and sevika, laughing and crying.

i do. isha signs. i'm gonna be the best big sister ever. don't tell jinx. or violet.

you spend your pregnancy being waited on hand and foot by all your girls. vi, cait, and jinx all come to visit once or twice a week-- all three of them enchanted with your swollen stomach and always bringing baby supplies in tow.

isha makes a count-down to your due-date, bedazzles it and hangs it on the fridge so she can keep perfect track of how much longer she has to wait before meeting the baby.

isha's also started to call the baby her baby.

how many more doctors visits do you have before you have my baby? isha signs to you one afternoon as you wait in your doctor's office. you burst into laughter.

"your baby, huh?"

isha nods. i'm her sister! she signs, before gently reaching out and rubbing your stomach.

"what makes you think it's a girl?"

isha shrugs. most of your other babies are girls.

you cackle.

isha must be psychic, because your little girl comes into the world kicking and screaming in the middle of a family potluck.

it's horrible. violet passes out. surprisingly, ekko is the most helpful, giving everyone instructions and calling an ambulance for you while you wail on the living room floor.

isha's watching with a disgusted fascination the entire time, her lips curled in horror and shock, her eyes big and sparkling as she witnesses the miracle of birth.

powder and cait help keep you propped up-- both of them toweling up all your... fluids... while sevika holds your hand and kisses your head.

one baby, a ruined rug, and an ambulance ride to the hospital later, and your family finally gets to see you in better condition, and they get to meet your little girl under better circumstances.

"aweee." your four grown kids coo as they shove into the hospital room.

"hey, no shoving around the baby!" sevika whisper scolds.

isha pushes her way through all her older siblings, crawling up in sevika's lap to look down at her little sister.

she gasps in wonder. she looks like big mama. isha signs.

cait chuckles. "she does."

"what a little fucker, comin' out lookin' like the parent that did nothin..." vi teases. sevika scoffs and you giggle in agreement.

"she really is a little fucker. ruined our dinner." jinx huffs. "i was looking forward to that potroast, y'know."

isha giggles, pinching her fingers together, then flipping off the baby and pointing at her. little fucker.

you all burst into laughter. little fucker's silver eyes pop open, and she bursts into tears.

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[natashashill]

been like this

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ mean, possessive, and possibly toxic nat in the beginning, mean sex (?), dacryphilia, panties as a gag?, spankings, verbal degradation, humiliation, pussy & ass spankings, fingering, strap sucking, strap fucking, hair pulling, choking, edging AND overstimulation, praise, slight breeding kink, & aftercare!! lmk if i forgot anything

a/n: this might have been a lil self indulgent but i also wrote this at 2am so bear w me pls <3

summary: you & natasha are exs, you just broke it off and she doesn’t like that, you both end up at the same bar

You found yourself at a local bar for the night, desperately needing to forget yourself and maybe her too.

You had finally called Natasha out on her bullshit after putting up with all the ghosting and flaking she had pulled on you. You cut things off with her and you’re hoping it stays permanent this time. You immediately make your way to the bar, and order a signature cocktail. You take a few sips while scanning around the bar, observing the few couples that came while the night was still early.

You were just about done scanning the room when you spotted her in the back, sitting in a booth by herself. You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at her. Her flaming red hair was tied back while she wore a casual suit, and your gut tells you she came here straight after work. She sat staring at her drink, brows furrowed in tension with the slightest dark circles under her eyes, and your stomach dropped at the thought that you might have been the cause. You were pissed at her, but you never wanted to see her hurting.

Apparently, you had been staring at her for too long because when you snapped out of your thoughts, you caught her looking at you with a slight smirk on her face. She sent you a small wink before beckoning you over with a wag of her finger, and your feet started moving towards her on autopilot. You sat across from her, staring blankly waiting for Natasha to say something.

“Did you come here looking for a new girl tonight?”

Your jaw dropped at the bluntness of her question, “Jesus Nat. I- I don’t know. I wanted to have fun, if I found a girl who would treat me right, maybe I would go home with her. I didn’t plan anything.”

She scoffs at that.

“Well your dress certainly did. Your tits are practically spilling out of your chest. Do you even know how many people have been staring?”

You frown and attempt to cover your chest slightly, feeling self-conscious at the weight of her words.

“What? All of a sudden you’re shy, you had quite a lot to say to me the other night baby. What girl did you think was going to treat you right, because I know how you like to be treated. You say you want a sweet girl, but not really. You crave the way I make you feel when I’m rough don’t you, you love the way I treat you-”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your mouth, despite your best efforts to stay unbothered by her. You couldn’t help but let her words affect you just the way she wanted them to. You fell right into her trap, and she has you right where she wants you.

“What baby? You want me to be soft on you, hmm? Spend all my time on you and forget about everything else I have to do? Are you that much of a needy slut baby? Knowing you, your panties are probably soaked by now, am I right?”

You weakly shook your head no, but you knew she was right, and so did she. She grabs your hand and yanks you up out of your seat.

“Come on baby, follow me. Let’s go see how much of a desperate slut you really are.”

“Nat, where are you going?”

“We are going to take a trip to the bathroom. If you didn’t just lie to me and you really aren’t wet, well then I’ll let you go. If I catch you lying, you’re in for a rough punishment before I take you home.”

You gulp and dumbly follow her, hoping she’ll go easy on you. But you know she never does.

The moment the door shuts behind you, she has you pressed up against. Her hands roughly push up your dress against your hips before pushing your lace panties to the side. She doesn’t even comment on the wetness before slapping your pussy twice, hard.

You let out a moan at that, and she guides you out of your soaked panties before stuffing it in your mouth. You let out another moan at the taste of you on your panties but it’s barely audible. Your cunt is clenching around nothing and the humiliation has some tears springing to your eyes and an attempt to close your thighs.

She quickly turns you around before spreading your legs apart and slotting her leg in the middle, giving you the perfect opportunity to grind against her with your hands on the door.

“I can’t even look at you right now. Go ahead slut, hump my thigh like the pathetic whore you are. If you even think about coming, I’m bending you over the sink and spanking your ass raw.”

You’re only getting wetter at her words, desperately humping her legs, hoping to get enough friction to ease your clit’s throbbing. Your legs start to shake, and she immediately takes a step back away from you. You’re left dripping while facing the door, attempting to catch your breath while fighting off tears.

You don’t get a break before she smacks your ass hard, and you let out a wanton moan at that. She smacks your other cheek harder at that, and you get the message to keep quiet. She starts spanking you in rapid succession, muttering about being her dirty little girl who doesn’t know any better. You can’t fight off the tears and by the end of her assault, your tears are quickly streaming down your face. Your legs are shaking with need and you can’t avoid the way your clit is throbbing.

You know she knows how sensitive you are by the way she presses a delicate kiss to your bruised cheek before gently turning you around and helping you redress.

“You took your punishment so well for me baby, let me take you home tonight.”

You nod, desperate for any attention she’ll give you right now. You let her guide you out of the bar and into the passenger seat of the car. She has her hand on your thigh the entire ride, and you just stare out the window, trying to process everything. You’re in her bedroom before you know it, naked and kneeling by the foot of her bed. You can see the wet patch on her suit pants that you left on her, and the sight has you clenching around nothing again.

She disappears into her closet, and your stomach drops at the realization of what’s in store for you. She comes back out, and you see a distinct bulge at her groin, and you lick your lips at the sight. All it takes is one look at her and you crawl your way towards her before stopping at her feet, hands eagerly making their way to unzip her pants and freeing her cock.

You waste no time before attempting to take her. Your lips wrap around her fake cock and you start bobbing your head, slowly taking more and more of her. She gave you two minutes to adjust before she gripped your hair and started using it to push you further down her cock. She started thrusting up until you and you let yourself be used by her. Her dick kept hitting the back of your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks with your makeup thoroughly ruined, and Natasha was obsessed. This is how she wanted you to be.

The sight of you mixed with how close she was made her thrust faster, ignoring how you gagged before she finally reached her peak. She stilled as she felt the aftershocks take over before gently pulling out.

She lightly cupped your face, letting you nuzzle against her hand while her thumb stroked your cheekbone, wiping some stray tears.

“What’s your color baby?”

“Green daddy”

“Alright then, get on the bed just how I like you. Daddy’s gonna fuck any thoughts you have about leaving out of your head. You’re mine, I don’t share.”

You quickly scurried on to the middle of the bed before positioning yourself onto all fours. She let you stay like that for a few seconds before climbing onto the bed and positioning herself behind you. She had a clear view of your dripping pussy, and she couldn’t resist running her fingers through your folds. She collected some of your wetness before bringing her finger to your mouth, slightly sucking on it before bringing it back to your cunt.

She quickly inserted her finger inside you before rapidly fucking you with it. She slipped it a second finger and enjoyed the way your shaky breaths filled up the entire bedroom. She let you get close to your peak, thighs shaking around her fingers before pulling away. She quickly hushed your whines, bringing her cock to drag along your folds and gently brushing against your throbbing clit.

She started with a harsh, unforgiving pace as she fucked you, and you knew just how mad she was. You couldn’t keep up with her thrusts, letting your arms give out and letting her use you as she pleased, your moans filling the room. She grabbed your hair and harshly yanked it back, allowing you to arch your back and allowing her to go deeper into you.

One arm snaked around to your throat before squeezing, while the other stayed in your hair. You could barely muster any thoughts in your head, only her name shining through the fog starting to form in your brain. Your mouth hung open and eyes shut while she pounded into you with no mercy.

“Look at you, how easy you’re taking me. You’re my precious little slut, aren’t you? You’re built for me baby, you fit so perfectly around my cock.”

You lightly nod, barely paying attention to what she says but hoping it pleases her.

“You’d say anything I tell you to right now, wouldn’t you?”

You let out a moan at that, and she lets your lack of an answer slide, her hand squeezing tighter around your throat.

“You’re getting close aren’t you. Well you’re gonna have to beg me to come sweetheart. You’re not off the hook just yet. Beg daddy to let you come, beg daddy to make you come. Oh, and promise me that you’re coming back to stay with me. You’re going to be my little slut, my precious girl that I come home to after work. Mine.”

“ ‘M yours daddy. I’m your girl to use, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me but please let me come. I’ll be your perfect toy to use.”

She lets out a moan at that before thrusting harder into you.

“Yeah? You’re gonna be my good girl. My precious slut who I get to fuck. It’s my pussy, isn't it, belongs to me. I get to decide whether you come, and it’s mine to touch and play with. Fuck, I’d want to breed this sweet cunt of yours. Watch all my cum drip out of your needy pussy before fucking it back into you. Letting you be my breeding dump while I constantly pump my cum into you.”

You scream out her name while clenching around her strap and she knows you're close. She squeezes your throat just a bit tighter while also going to rub circles against your clit. You let out a strangled scream at that and she doesn’t let up until you’re cumming around her. She doesn’t stop while you fall apart around her, she continues thrusting, building you back up towards your second orgasm.

“Give me one more baby, give me one more and you’re done. You’re such a good girl for me, my sweet girl. Fall apart for me baby.”

Her words give you what you need before you’re coming again. She gently stops thrusting while rubbing your back gently, giving you the space to adjust to the sudden change. She lets your breathing return to normal before removing her strap from inside you, and throwing it towards the bathroom. She crawls up towards the head of the bed, laying down against one of the pillows, before bringing you against her clothed chest. You let your tears run while you absent mindedly play with her shirt’s buttons. She presses gentle kisses to your head while murmuring just how good of a girl you are for her. She strokes your arm soothingly, waiting for you to recover.

“I’m sorry,” you wail out, unable to control yourself. “I just wanted you to notice me. You never spent time with me anymore and I missed you. I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my love, I’m so sorry sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you. I got so wrapped up in work, I didn’t realize I was neglecting you. I’ll do better, I promise.” At that you let out a small smile and nuzzle against her as you let yourself drift off. She gently shakes you off of her before getting both of you out of bed.

“Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up. Let’s get in the shower and I promise we’ll fall asleep right after, baby.”

You reluctantly get into the shower, while Natasha cleans the strap and pulls out fresh sheets for the bed. She strips out of her work clothes, before changing into some boxers and a robe while grabbing a fresh pair of underwear you left at her house a while back. When she sees you exiting the bathroom, she hands you the underwear along with one of Natasha’s old shirts.

She guides you back into bed before bringing you against her chest, tucked in cozily under the blankets. You sigh happily against her, quickly falling asleep after being worn out from the night. Natasha stays awake for a bit longer, watching how peaceful you looked with her and vowing to never let you leave her again.

notes: i hope this was enjoyable to read <3 it just came to me in the middle of the night and i just had to write & post it

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[4:22 pm]

(cw: f!reader, unwanted advances, threats of beating someone up, profanity)

Fratboy!Jaehyun wasn't even sure what the fuck he was doing in the library! He started at his laptop in pure annoyance. Like, what did the words on the screen even mean? What did his professor even want him to do by reading 10 pages? Who the fuck even came to the library?

Well.. his eyes darted to the next table over, you were here. Here working on an assignment and Jaehyun was just too proud to admit that he was in the stages of being clingy. He couldn't get enough of being around you, he wanted to spend every single minute with you, and didn't like even thinking about you not being near him. So here he was, "studying" a table away with a pout on his face since you told him to give you space.

Actually, not just you, you and your partner. Ugh, Jaehyun hated this guy. Jack. Stupid Jack. Stupid Jack who had very clearly been flirting with you despite the fact that your almost boyfriend was just a few feet away.

Jaehyun tore his eyes away from the screen once again, focusing on you and Jack giggling over your shared laptop. Whatever, any word coming out of stupid Jack's mouth couldn't have been that funny. Or maybe it was funny and Jaehyun would just never understand because he wasn't in the same major as you and Jack.

That was also another reason Jaehyun was here in the libabry. A reason he'd never tell anyone. So maybe Jaehyun was a little insecure with the fact that he wasn't smart enough for you. You were smart, so smart. Before you, the only times he'd actually studied was when Taeyong forced him to go to the library. So what if he wanted to be better for you? It wasn't like getting smart and trying in school was a bad habit. It was a great habit, even if it was a major pain in his ass.

"Bro, you've been staring at Sweets for like 5 minutes now," Jaehyun heard from his left side. Right, dumb and dumbest, aka Mark and Haechan had found him here in the library and crashed his spying.

"I'm not staring!" Jaehyun whispers.

"I would," Haechan adds, "Jack has totally been flirting with her. It's fine, she knows where home is."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, he's so pissed off with Jack that Haechan's comment isn't even a cause for concern. Yet, as he looks at you and Jack, he sees Jack leaning in to whisper something in your ear, sees you laugh softly, and sees Jack's eyes dart down to you lips. Then, as if in slow motion, Jaehyun sees this asshole begin to lean in!

He stands and takes the few steps over to you just as you pull back with your eyes wide in complete distress.

Jaehyun grabs your chair and slides it back before Jack can get any closer, "bro, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Jack chuckles, "hey man, she was digging my vibe, so I decided to make my move."

"Digging your vibe?" You parrot, "no, I wasn't. What made you think that?"

"I've been flirting with you since you gave me you number for this assignment and you never shut me down," Jack states as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Jaehyun turns to you, brows furrowed with confusion just to catch your brows furrowed with confusion. It's cute, Jaehyun thinks, it's really cute. "But I thought you were just being nice and thought you were a little funny," you reply softly.

Jack rolls his eyes and grabs his things while Jaehyun helps you gather your own things. What Jaehyun really wants to be doing is beating the shit out of Jack for flirting with you and making you feel stupid, but he doesn't. Beating Jack up wouldn't make this situation better or help you feel better.

So later, while the two of you walk back to the frat house hand in hand, Jaehyun listens to you explain how you never assumed Jack was into you. "No guys have ever really been into me. He was never overtly friendly or made any directly flirty comments... how did I miss it?" You pout.

Jaehyun pulls you in close and wraps an arm around your shoulders, "lots of guys are into you sweets, they just know better than to hit on my girl. And Jack, well he's just an asshole who either didn't know or didn't want to take any hints."

“Lots of guys are into me?” You repeat with a pout and your brows pinched in confusion.

“We’re not focusing on that right now,” Jaehyun deadpans, “I’m yours and you’re mine. I think… maybe you just missed the signs. I mean you missed my signs.”

“That’s true,” you nod.

Jaehyun laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head while you both climb the steps of the porch, “it’s done now. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. Plus, if doesn’t get the hint after all this, you let me know and I’ll be happy to sucker punch him right in his ugly face.”

“Me too!” Haechan exclaims as he tosses his backpack aside, “actually just let me know if he even looks at you. I’ll fight him for that, and I bite!”

[morgannalefey]

I'm going to try one more time because I'm I dunno a glutton for punishment or something. I don't have a lot of hope, though. My impression is that most folks aren't actually reading everything I have to say and are, at best, skimming. Which, to be fair, is par for the course on this site. For this reason there's a tl;dr at the end you can jump to if you're so inclined. The rest of this post is pretty long in order to explain, but if you don't really care about the explanation and just want to be horrified, go for it.

I'm fifty nine years old. I have been married for thirty six years. Prior to that marriage, I had been with a lot of different people in the 8 years between when I became sexually active and I got my spouse. So I am not inexperienced in either sexual encounters, problems relating to sexual relations, relationships (both long and short term), nor differences in hygiene habits.

In response to your incredulity over people's learned behaviors fading over time:

Habits of childhood can be difficult to unlearn. It's possible to make an effort to change a habit, but then for other things to come up that distract and the change gets forgotten in favor of the muscle memory from childhood. There are many things that I've learned over time that are better ways to do a thing, but sometimes still forget that I've learned a better way and resort to how I originally did the thing. There are many reasons why this might happen such as distractions or having too many things to think about so my body operates on autopilot for some things. If this continues for a while, one typically loses the new habit and has to relearn the new way of doing things. Though it does tend to come back faster than the initial attempt did, it's still a conscious effort that has to be made.

Back to the main point. The assumption I'm attempting to address here is the one where everyone learns all the same basic hygiene lessons and that no one could ever have any reason for not having learned to make sure to wash their privates all the way down to and including the perineum and anal area. This assumption carries a whole lot weight. Here's a partial list of things being assumed:

That they have a parent or family member who has taught them how to clean themselves well.

That the family had water that was safe to wash thoroughly in most of the time.

That the family had the money to pay for the water bills and didn't deliberately avoid certain washing rituals because of the cost of water.

That they had present family members at all.

That they weren't living unhoused for part or most of their childhood, making washing (and especially washing the private parts) less common or safe to do because showers and such weren't always available and washing on the street could get one arrested.

This is a list of situations I can think of off the top of my head that might mean a person wasn't really taught how to clean themselves properly or that might have prevented them developing the habit. It is hardly exhaustive.

Because I recognize that people have very different lived experiences than I have had, when I'm faced with a situation like has been mentioned in this thread, I'd be more likely to just ask some questions or try to have a conversation about it. As I said before, assuming that the relationship was otherwise a good one. No one is perfect and if I threw out an entire, very good, loving, and supportive relationship because of discovering a situation in my spouse's upbringing that was weird and a little gross to me, I wouldn't still be with my spouse. If, after talking with them, it turns out that they're just a lazy, dirty person who won't even try learning a new way to exist in order to not make their partner sick, that's a completely different situation.

Now that being said, I've broken up with a guy because of how he chewed (I could not stand it, his whole family chewed like that. Even the slightest possibility of having to spend my life around those people gave me the screaming willies. Still, I did mention it to him and he was unwilling to adjust how he chewed for me. So that was it). I've broken up with guys because I couldn't stand how they smelled even after showering.

I'm not saying it's not a break up worthy offense to not keep one's privates clean for one's partner. I'd probably be far less inclined to talk to him if he were an occasional partner, not a "boyfriend" but "boyfriend" suggests a certain degree of emotional entanglement that usually means one has put some effort into the relationship. It just seems extreme to not even talk to the boyfriend about the issue to see how they respond and instead to just dump them, but maybe that can be chalked it up to my extreme old age.

tl;dr Not everyone learns exactly the same lessons about washing their privates. Basic hygiene is a skill that has to be taught, it is not instinctive. Not everyone grew up with the same resources, family, water, time, as everyone else. The term "boyfriend" seems more involved than "fuck buddy" and so taking the time to talk to the boyfriend about something that's bothersome doesn't seem like an unreasonable course of action.

[plumeria1]

Painted Love

Note : Here's my new Vi x Reader. Hope you like it 😊 Pairing : Vi x painter Fem Reader

Content : Fluff

Warning : None

Summary : You made a surprise for Vi

It was finally there, the letter you had been waiting for was finally in your hands. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to open it, too worried about the response.

A few weeks ago, a friend of your mother's had seen some of your paintings. She said that you had a lot of talent and that you deserved to see your works exhibited.

Without telling you, she had contacted her friend Mel Medarda, a renowned gallery owner in the city, and sent her some of your paintings to exhibit in her gallery.

The day she told you, you had a little argument, but she told you to give your art a chance, and you were convinced.

Mel was supposed to send you a letter indicating what she thought of your works and if she wanted to exhibit them.

And since then you had been waiting, sometimes spending hours thinking and asking yourself a bunch of questions.

- Stop stressing, I'm sure it's a good news.

Vi, your girlfriend, sat next to you on the couch and watched you stare at the envelope. Vi had always been by your side since the day you met her in high school, through the time your father disowned you when you confessed that you were lesbian.

That day, Vi had never let go of your hand, in fact, after that, she never let it go again.

- I will always stay close to you, I will never abandon you.

That's what she had told you after confessing her feelings. You had never been happier than at that moment.

- And what if she didn't like it and found it horrible ?

- Don't say that, you are very talented and if she doesn't see it, it's because she's an idiot.

You handed her the envelope.

- Open it.

She laughs softly, shaking her head, her pink hair following the movement of her head.

- No way, it's your letter, you open it.

You knew she was saying that to get back at you, after all, you had said the same thing to her when she received her university letter to find out if she had gotten the sports scholarship she had applied for.

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pushing a long strand of hair behind your ear, you always did that when you were stressed. Vi had always found it adorable.

You slowly opened the envelope and read the letter carefully to make sure you understood its contents.

Vi watched you read, you furrowed your brows as if you couldn't believe what you were reading, and she saw your smile slowly grow.

- No way. I can't believe it !

- A problem ?

- No. Mel says she loved my paintings and wants to dedicate an entire exhibition to them. I have a week to give her my answer and if I say yes, the exhibition will be in six months.

- That's great, sweetie ! I knew you could do it.

You took her in your arms, crumpling the letter in the process, but you didn't pay attention to it. The question didn't even arise, of course you were going to accept.

The next day, you replied to Mel, saying that you accepted her proposal, and things seemed to move at lightning speed.

You spent hours in the workshop that Vi had set up for you in your apartment. Sometimes she had to come and get you to go to sleep, you grumbled just for show, but in reality, you loved falling asleep in her arms.

Sometimes she was curious to see what you were painting, and you let her look at each one except for the one you seemed to spend the most time on, which you covered with a sheet every time she came to see you.

You said it was the centerpiece of your exhibition and that no one but you had the right to see it.

Without you realizing it, six months had passed and the day of the exhibition had arrived. The room was crowded, and everyone present was looking at your paintings while chatting with glasses of champagne in hand.

You felt like you could hear the beating of your own heart, you kept fiddling with the long sleeves of your dress and looked around you.

A hand grasped yours and you found yourself face to face with Vi, who smiled gently at you.

- Everything will be fine stop worrying.

You held her hand and looked into her eyes, all your doubts disappearing like magic. Since you had known each other, she had always supported and encouraged you to the point of becoming your muse, even though you had never admitted it to her.

- I'm going to tell you something. I think I was waiting for this day almost as much as you were.

- How is that possible ?

- Because I was really looking forward to seeing that painting you didn't want to show me.

The sound of Mel's glass clinking silenced the entire room, and all eyes turned towards her, but especially towards the red velvet curtain hanging behind her.

- Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming today to attend the very first exhibition of this young artist who, as you may have seen, is very talented.

- It is now time to unveil the most beautiful piece of this exhibition. She signaled for you to come closer. You downed your champagne in one go and headed toward her.

- Good evening, thank you for coming. Before revealing this final painting to you, I would like to say a few words.

-First, I would like to thank Mrs. Medarda who organized this exhibition, but also my mother who has always encouraged me to paint.

-But there is someone I would like to thank more than anyone, it's my girlfriend Vi who has always been there for me in good times and also in bad. She was by my side every time I thought I wouldn't succeed, and it is thanks to her encouragement and her love that I am here today. She is my muse and she always will be.

You turned to her and smiled.

- So I really hope you like this painting.

- I painted this picture with my heart and put all my love into it. I called it "Passion."

When the curtain fell, revealing the portrait, the room remained silent for a brief moment that felt like an eternity before the applause began.

You could hear the people but you only looked at Vi. Her eyes were fixed on the portrait you had painted of her. She hadn't moved or said a word.

You slowly approached her.

- So, what do you think ? I've heard everyone's opinion except yours.

She turned to look at you.

- You painted me ?

- Yes, I wanted to immortalize everything I feel for you, and painting is what I do best, so I painted your portrait. You don't like it ?

- I love it, it's magnificent, I just don't know what to say, that's all.

She held you in her arms and kissed your forehead. But a question was on her mind.

- Why did you paint me as I was 16 ?

- Because that's what you looked like the first time I saw you and fell in love with you.

You kissed her gently. The rest of the evening passed quickly, you had spoken with almost everyone and had also kept Vi company.

People were starting to leave when Mel came to find you tell you one last thing.

- Congratulations ! Your paintings were very well received, you've already sold almost everything. Ther's a man who wants to buy Vi's portrait.

- It's not for sale.

Mel looked at you incredulously.

- I haven't told you the price he's willing to pay yet.

- It doesn't matter, it's not for sale.

- Very well, after all, it's your work.

Mel left with a small smile to announce that the painting was not for sale.

Later, you took the time to turn off the lights in the room and locked the door, then you saw Vi looking at you with curiosity. You raised an eyebrow.

- What ?

- Why didn't you accept ? You didn't even know how much he was offering.

-I don't care what price he would have put on it, I don't want a stranger to have a portrait of you in his house, who knows what he would do with it.

Vi laughed before placing her hands on your hips while you placed yours on her shoulders.

-Are you jealous ?

-Not at all, I'm in love.

You pulled her into a deep passionate kiss, then rested your forehead against hers with a smile.

- Anyway, even if he had the painting, you would still be the only one to possess the original.

- I certainly hope so.

After checking one last time that the door was properly closed, you took the hand Vi was offering you and you both headed home to get warm.

[emsdevs]

Bear and Bug pt 2

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON PART ONE I already love this little au so much so I love that y'all are loving it too! Again I'm more than happy to share my thoughts on Bear and Bug anytime! Enjoy pt 2 :)

Bear and Bug Masterlist

After Jack’s draft, the two of you decided to live up all the time you had left together that summer. Once again, you two were attached at the hip. It was rare to see one of you without the other. You spent your days out on the boat, at the golf course, or finding fun adventures to go on. You spent your nights partying, having game nights, or having a quiet movie night together, relaxing after an eventful day.

Meanwhile, Quinn was pushing down a hurt that he didn’t fully understand. He knew you’d be spending a lot of time with Jack this summer (he was your best friend after all), so why did he feel like he was being left behind? Was he just some sort of stand-in for when Jack wasn’t available? No. No way. You would never do that. You cared about the entire Hughes family way too much for that, so why didn’t that lift the heavy weight he was feeling in his stomach? Quinn spent those weeks growing more and more irritated each day, watching you and Jack having the time of your lives while he wondered where he stood with you. 

As the end of the summer neared and you would all have to return to the real world soon, your time with Jack instead became family time. Everyone deserved to spend time with Jack before he boarded a flight to New Jersey until the next summer. However, moments that should have been filled with happy family memories were ruined by Quinn’s sudden sharpness toward no one in particular. He had become incredibly snippy with everyone, mainly you, causing many arguments between the two of you in those last two weeks. 

You couldn’t understand it. The two of you had been so close, and you felt like there might have been something between you. Now all of a sudden, he was throwing insults at you that genuinely hurt your feelings a few times. It got to be too much, and you gave up, ignoring Quinn altogether. It hurt you to do it, but it felt like your only option. Everyone could sense the tension between the two of you. 

The summer ended with heartfelt goodbyes to most of the Hughes family. Gentle hugs for Ellen and Jim, and since Luke was apparently too cool for that now, he got a dap up and his hair ruffled (you couldn’t resist). You and Jack shared a longer hug, filled with encouragement for both of your life paths and promises to keep each other updated until June. Quinn, on the other hand, got an incredibly awkward wave from five feet away, complete with terribly hidden grimaces from the rest of the family. 

You all returned to your normal lives after that. Well, mostly normal. Jack was adjusting to the big leagues, and you’re feeling like you’re going through a breakup, even though you and Quinn were never even together. Still, it seems like such a great loss knowing how long the two of you have known one another. 

It was nearing the end of October the next time you saw Quinn. The Canucks had beaten the Red Wings in Detroit that night, and knowing there wouldn’t be practice the next day, Quinn knew this was his chance to close the distance between you. Late that night, he found himself standing outside of your dorm, remembering his mom saying something about you scoring the same one as last year. Before he could think too much about it, he knocked. Just as he began to debate walking away, the door slowly opened, revealing a very confused, and equally as angry, you. Quickly glancing around to check if anyone would see, you yank him into your dorm, grateful your roommate was at her boyfriend’s place that night. 

“Quinn, what are you doing here?” you sigh out.

“I needed to talk to you, Bug.”

“Oh, we’re still doing the nicknames? You were horrible to me those last few weeks of the summer,” you could feel the anger flaring up.

“Well maybe if you didn’t spend your whole summer kissing up to Jack, the rest of us could have been in better moods,” he shrugged, beginning to raise his voice as well. 

“You were the only one with a problem! And there’s no way you didn’t expect me to spend my summer with Jack when we all knew I’d be losing him to New Jersey in August!”

“Of course I knew you’d spend time with him! Excuse me for thinking you’d save some time for the rest of us too!” Quinn’s resolve was slipping, and he knew the truth would come out sooner rather than later.

“So you said all those mean things to me because you were jealous? Are you serious, Quinn? Do you know how much some of that hurt me?” Quinn could see the tears lining your eyes now.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know how to deal with these feelings,” his voice softened.

“What feelings? What do you mean?” your tone now matched his, and you were trying not to get your hopes up, still blinking back tears.

“You know,” he didn’t want to have to say it out loud.

“I don’t. I need you to tell me, Bear.”

“Look I know I never should have let it get this far, especially since you’re Jack’s best friend and I would never want to come between that, but I can’t help how I feel. You’re so engrained into everything I do now, Bug. Every part of my life, I see you in it. I don’t think you could ever understand what I feel for you, mainly because I’m not sure I do either, but what I do know is that, yes I was jealous of Jack. I was used to talking to you almost daily, to knowing every detail of your life, but summer hit, and suddenly I was in the background,” he took a breath.

“Bear you weren’t -” Quinn cut you off.

“Let me finish,” he waited for your nod. “I got in my own head, let myself think I was just some kind of understudy for when Jack wasn’t available. I know that’s not true, and I even knew that then. But this gnawing feeling wouldn’t go away, telling me that Jack would always be the better or more interesting sibling, whether I was the oldest or not. That’s why I got so snippy with everyone, not that that’s an excuse because no one deserved that, you the least. I just… I just think I might be falling in love with you, Bug, and I’m not sure I know how to handle that,” finally he finished, slowly looking your way, trying to gauge your reaction.

“You know I was waiting all summer for you to say that to me?” you started. “I was hoping you’d pull me aside, tell me that you felt the same way about me that I feel about you. I guess that’s kinda on me though because I did spend a ton of time with Jack, so I understand that you might have felt like I didn’t actually need you or that you wouldn’t have a chance to tell me. Either way, though, I can’t completely look past the way you treated me at the end of the summer. I seriously hope you know none of those things you thought were true. You will always, always be important and interesting, if not to anyone else then to me. I think… I’m falling for you too, Bear, but you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“I’ll do whatever you need me to. I just need you back,” he let out a shuddered sigh.

“We’ll work on it together. Okay, Bear?”

“Okay, Bug.”

[bullet-prooflove]

The Cult of Wellness: Colter Shaw x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharmers @mckinleysbones @lou-bubbles @gatefleet

Companion piece to:

Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.

The Maybe Girl (NSFW) - Colter makes a mistake by revealing his feelings for you.

Snow - Colter makes a realisation when you end up staying the night in Nebraska.

The Restless One - Colter never sticks around in one place until now.

For six weeks Colter Shaw drops off the face of the earth. The only time anyone hears from him is the weekly call he has set up with Velma so she doesn’t get concerned and send someone looking for him. Even she doesn’t know what he’s up to, just that all jobs are suspended until further notice.

He spends that time outdoors with you, living off the land, bathing in the waterfalls and making love to the sound of the rain as it bounces off the roof of the airstream. This is the kind of future he has always envisioned for the two of you, but right now it’s one that he knows can never last.

You still haven’t told him what drove you here. He picks up hints, enough to conduct his own research and what he finds, it turns his stomach. There’s a wellness centre back in California that’s being investigated by the FBI, it’s had been run by influencer and sociopath Laura Delmore, who preaches that her remedies can cure the illnesses that modern medicine can’t.

The cult of wellness you’d called it, one night when you were cuddled up by the campfire underneath the blanket his mother had lovingly weaved.

The two of you aren’t adverse to natural remedies, you both grew up learning how to utilise the wilderness to cure one’s ailments. It’s the other stuff you’re opposed to, people who are losing their homes, cashing in their belongings for a placebo that is never going to work. Laura Delmore was building her fortune on pain and desperation and Colter thinks you tried to stop it.

He asks Bobby to dig into the files, send him a copy of everything he finds. It takes a couple of hours but he gets the notification on his phone in the late afternoon. You’re out on a trip to town, grabbing a few necessities, coffee, steaks and a couple of books from the local library, so he boots up his computer and starts to go through them.

There’s one name that sticks out and Colter realises why you fell off his radar six months ago. It had nothing to do with your commitment issues. It was because Delmore had killed your sister, the one you escaped the cult with.

Alongside peddling her placebos Delmore, treated mental health issues with ayahuasca, psilocybin and peyote, charging her clients a hefty fee for her tea ceremonies. Your sister Skye had always struggled in the aftermath of the cult and she thought this might be a way to ease her suffering. The ayahuasca ceremony was heralded as a cure for PTSD on social media, a way to escape your demons.

The thing about ayahuasca? It doesn’t react well with anti-depressants, especially not in large doses. It had caused a seizure and instead of calling an ambulance, they’d simply moved Skye to one of the meditations rooms so it wouldn’t upset the other guests at the retreat. When they’d returned hours later they found her cold and unresponsive.

Skye’s death, it broke you.

You’d decided to start your own investigation and that woman, she had seen you coming a mile away. She’d had her lawyers had put together a dossier of relatives in case of an impending lawsuit, she knew exactly who you were and what you did, and of course, she wanted to find out what you knew.

The dosing starts when she offers you a cup of tea in her office. He knows this because Denmore records the interaction, the same way she does with her tea ceremonies and her one to one sessions. Clients are encouraged to purge not only their bodies but their secrets and one can make a lot of money if you know the right buttons to push.

There are three recordings in total, one for each of the days they keep you there and every single one of them is fucking harrowing. The fact that someone has done this to you makes Colter want to commit a murder, an impulse he’s never felt throughout through the duration of his years on this earth.

The only reason they stop is because they accidently overdose you, seeing them carry your limp, unresponsive body out of that room, it devastates him because in that moment he knows just how close he came to losing you.

He manages to piece together the next couple of days from police and hospital reports. You were found in a dumpster by a homeless man, ten miles away from the centre, tossed away like trash. It’s clear to him that they had thought you were dead when they disposed of you. You were just a messy loose end that needed cleaning up.

When you wake up, the first thing you do is call a friend in the FBI and after that all manner of hell rains down on Laura Denmore and her ‘wellness retreat’. He has to stop reading then because he hears your car pulling up outside the Airstream.

He’s quiet as he helps you unpack the groceries, lost in his own thoughts. It’s a miracle to him that you’re even functioning right now, a testament to your strength, your resilience.

It’s after he gets out of the shower that you climb into his lap, you’re wearing that threadbare grey t-shirt of his, the one he keeps especially for you. His arms wrap around you, cradling you close as he buries his face in the curve of your throat.

“You know don’t you?” You whisper, your lips featherlight against his temple. “You know what they did to me.”

His grip on you tightens and you sigh sadly because the bubble you’ve been living in for the past six weeks is broken and it’s time to face reality again.

“They broke me Colter.” You confess into the air between you. “Every single horrible thing that has ever happened to me came flooding back and I don’t know how to heal from that. I can’t seem to figure out how to put myself back together.”

“I’ll help you.” He tells you resolutely, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. “You’re not alone, I’m right here with you.”

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[yandere-sins]

Hey everyone!

This is probably going to be my last update on this particular chapter of my life for all of you who have been so supportive and reached out to check on me ♥

I feel great!

Yeah, it's strange to say, even now, but I really do! Of course, I am not healed or "got rid" of my depression, but after some very hard set-backs and a few more panic attacks and mental breaksdowns, I had some really amazing therapy sessions! I worked through a lot of shit and got haunted by some very deep generational trauma and burdens that aren't mine to carry, but I made it through all of it and I'm glad that I had the chance!

I also got medicated, which honestly, is the biggest relief of them all. I tried to hold back for a long, long time but around week five I was so seriously messed up, had a major set back, and felt exactly like I did before I started in the clinic that I decided I had to make a quicker change or I might lose myself and the progress I made so far completely to the depression. I'm not against medications at all, but my self-worth was so bad that I didn't think I was deserving of something since it was "just a depression". Yeah... haha, I fooled myself very nicely there.

So, yeah. I am still depressed when I wake up. I still struggle to get up in the morning. It's nothing that goes away with a few sessions, there are still countless of hours of therapy waiting for me. But then I take the most basic antidepressiva that is given out by doctors and suddenly I feel like I can change the world! Sometimes it's scary just how much energy I actually posess, especially when I reflect on how much of myself the depression ate away. How little self-worth and confidence I had and how I was a living, talking corpse most of the time, desperately trying to get back to how I was. Sure, a bit of the praise goes to the pill I am having with my breakfast, but I made tremendous leaps ever since!

And I quit my job this week! Finally! :D

As for what's next, I don't know. Wednesday is my last day at the clinic and I won't start working before April, that is pretty sure for now! I'll do all the things I didn't get to last year, like get a new haircut, enjoy my vacation in March, have all sorts of check-up's and finally do what I want to do. I've already written a new story to post here, and I hope to finish some of my drafts and projects that are still open. I am actually so excited to have enough energy again to concentrate and work on things that are my passion and I love!

I'm happy to say life's good right now. I'm good. It was so fucking scary, I can't even tell you guys, and I'm so glad to be me again :')

I hope and pray that it stays this way, and I want to thank you all for your encouragements and love sent my way, it helped so much in all of this ♥ If anyone has questions or anything, I'd be happy to answer them because the topic can be so crazy scary and hopeless-looking, but I went through it and if I can share information and help someone, I'd be happy to!

I hope we get to spend a much better 2025 together! Thank you all! ♥

I have a small update on my life for those that have been following along for a while. I've been intensely battling my mental health the last two weeks, and it's gotten worse and worse through countless little instances. So I had an appointment with a psychiatrist for the first time who has referred me to a clinic I'm going to have to attend daily for the next ~6 weeks starting this upcoming friday.

I'm really scared of new things and stuff I have to learn but it's my life now. Don't get me wrong, it's also somewhat exciting but there's just so much fear and anxiety stored in me that makes it really hard to go through my life rn, so this clinic is also just scary in my mind.

Still, I'm hopeful that it'll help and bring me back on track so I can do the things I love, especially writing and even just simply enjoy living, which is really a struggle.

Either way, thank you guys for sticking around through the tougher times, and I have hopes that some stories will come to me while I go through different therapy sessions (and maybe medication) and it won't be as difficult to concentrate and write anymore!

[acourtofthought]

*Disclaimer - This post will possibly upset anyone who is not fully onboard the Elain and Lucien are ready to have a book train. It does not mean that I think they're definitely getting the next book because I have no idea what Sarah's 5 year plan looks like and what future she has planned for this series. However it is for the people who believe that the characters of Elain and Lucien are beyond ready to have a book and could upset anyone who is on board the "Gwynriel is definitely next" train. So out of respect for my Gwynriel mutuals I wanted to give forewarning that this post may not be for you.

I have been seeing certain takes make their rounds again. "Elain is not yet developed enough to have a book." "Elain and Lucien need more time before dealing with their bond".

First, I think Gwynriel is happening. I think the seeds have been scattered, I think just as the Nessian bonus in MAF left hints for their bond, the Azriel bonus left us crumbs for his bond with Gwyn. With that said, we were given only crumbs for both of those pairings in their bonus and that did not mean Nessian was ready to accept their bond in the very next book which means Gwynriel may also not be ready to accept their bond in the very next book. Nessian had nearly two years on their timeline to cook and as the SF bonus happened in December and the book ended April, with Az and Gwyn only sharing a few moments here and there in training, their path to one another is still in the baby stages. Gwynriel shared a moment on Solstice but Elucien shared many moments in ACOWAR which proves a moment still does not mean two characters are ready to end up together.

So when people say that Elain and Lucien, after over two years of having a confirmed bond that needs dealt with, aren't ready to deal with it, I feel frustrated.

If after over two years Elain and Lucien are not ready to address their bond, something that is an issue for every single person around them, then why would Az and Gwyn be ready to deal with a bond neither even seems aware of? When none of their friends are aware of it? Feyre began using Lucien's bond against him in MAF, Eris has been talking about the Elucien bond since ACOWAR, Cassian asked Lucien about Elain in SF, he felt sadness over Lucien's disappointment at Solstice, Rhys and Az got into a fight over Elucien's bond, Nesta thought Elain was a wretch for sitting far away from her mate at Solstice, Feyre was worried about Elain and Lucien in FAS, encouraging Elain to get to know him, and so on. The Elucien bond has been a major plot point in this series since the end of book 2. If they're not ready after 3 books then how are Gwynriel ready after barely 1?

If Lucien, after spending centuries mourning the loss of who he thought was his mate only to now have struggled for over 2 years with an unfulfilled bond with his actual mate isn't ready to have resolution than why would Az be ready to receive a mate that he's not even aware of and hasn't suffered for? That's not to say he didn't suffer over the years of pining for Mor but he hasn't suffered for Gwyn the way Rhys suffered for Feyre, the way Cassian suffered for Nesta, the way Lucien is suffering for Elain?

I'm not sure if people are expecting Elain to "soften" towards Lucien before her book but that doesn't make a lot of sense when you think of where Rhys and Feyre started in MAF and where Nesta and Cassian started in SF. Elain ignoring Lucien puts them in the perfect position to begin their book.

As far as Elain not being ready to have a book, did she not offer to search for the Trove in SF when even Nesta was too afraid? Was she not confirmed to have shown teeth? Did she not insist that she'd go to the Court of Nightmares when it's known that cruelty bothers her? Is she not out and about on her own traveling through Velaris to help others?

To say Elain is not ready for her own book but Gwyn is makes no sense. Gwyn has still not voluntarily chosen to leave the library beyond visiting the safety of a friends house and for training in a safe environment. She did not actively choose to put herself into danger (she was forced into the Rite). Was she brilliant in the Rite? Absolutely! But Elain was brilliant in a war that took place over a year ago and where we stand on the current timeline is Gwyn was not even sure she'd attend Nesta's mating ceremony ("Gwyn had said she might leave for Nesta and Cassian's mating ceremony in three days") and Elain is offering to help the NC do whatever is necessary ("Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that was a part of this court - and would do whatever was needed")

Could Sarah still write a Gwynriel book and make Gwyn ready to tackle whatever she wants her too! 100%. That's not the point I'm making. The point is that the text in SF literally proves Elain is ready to take on more, that she volunteered to take on more even when it involves something possibly dangerous while the text still showed some slight hesitation on Gwyn's part to even go to Nesta's wedding, so anyone claiming Gwyn is ready while Elain is not baffles me.

Gwyn leaving the library for the first time in two years only to end up mated to Az within the same year seems less likely to me than Elain finally resolving her bond with Lucien after over 2 years.

Again, that doesn't mean Sarah can't go that route if that's what she wants but for anyone to claim Gwyn is ready while Elain is not seems to be ignoring everything Sarah has written about Elain.

[moochii-daisies]

-18+, Minors DNI

- Genre//Pairing: fluff // idol yoongi x ditzy mess of a reader (they're the same age, reference to bein born in the 1900's)

- Summary: yoongi misses going to the movies, luckily - someone has a plan

- Length: 4.3k words

- warnings-content contains: swearing and yoongi has a lil sad moment (immediate comfort). reader and yoongi have unspoken (obvious) crushes on each other. cheesy use of d-day because song references bring me joy. they hold hands. because it's important to me that someone holds his hand. idk what it's like to be an idol this is loosely based on a daydream haha.

- Sidenotes: i think yoongi mentioned missing going to the movies in road to d-day? idk but the idea keeps popping up so i hope you enjoy and thank you for reading if you do <3 also - i think i read a fic a yr or so ago that first inspired this and if i can find it i'll post it here asap! (despite how this starts - i feel like yoongi would be so accepting and i hope that comes across)

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     "no."

yoongi slams the door in my face before i'm able to get a word in. and ok yeah, this idea is ridiculous.

but i'm on a mission.

it's sole purpose?

is to get this man out of the damn house.

     the devil himself mumbles through the intercom outside his front door, "you of all people, can not tell me to leave." and to be fair, the devil has a point.

     yoongi and i met in a pretty cliche way: bumped into each other in an elevator at work. but it wasn't love at first sight.

to put it politely.

the first time we were introduced properly, all this man did was stare blankly and say, "ok." before loudly launching into a monologue about how some girl on the elevator had ruined his morning coffee. (i accidentally bumped his shoulder and made him drop it.)

     in the many months since then - choice words have been said and things got immature. we may or may not have driven each other insane by exclusively texting at obscene hours. and someone may have pushed every single button on the elevator once to make the other late (it backfired, we were both going to the same meeting.)

     weirdly enough and despite all of this, our mutual love of chillin' the fuck out has been strong enough to bond us together. our combined ability to not leave the house has led to us spending a lot of our free time in each other's company. usually i hide whenever the doorbell rings, "you're like a stray cat." is what yoongi always says, all because i hissed at the sound of the doorbell one time. in my defense, i never know who the hell is gonna walk through his door. and i only hissed cause i was really tired. i think jungkook had come over at 8am to drop something off before he went to bed.

also, we almost exclusively hang out at his penthouse apartment. he came over to my place exactly once and discovered that i'd stopped going to the grocery store. in my defense (again), convenience stores really are convenient.

     since i "keep myself alive with shit food and miracles" - according to yoongi, our friendship has evolved to be...dynamic to say the least.

     this time though, i'm not the one who needs help being a person.

this time is different.

     i knew yoongi was famous before we became friends but it pretty quickly became obvious that yoongi was such an extreme shut-in out of necessity, not his own free will.

     if i hadn't recognized it, he certainly would've let me know. the hints started to drop whenever we'd watch a movie, he'd grumble and throw pieces of popcorn into my hair -

"this would be way more fun if we were in a theater."

     he insisted he didn't really want to go though, so i dropped it initially. but then he started sighing while looking out the window.

longingly.

     his chest would heave while he peered around dark curtains in his living room. although, he only ever did it at nighttime, so i dunno what he was looking at exactly. we did help stop a mugger once - with the aid of gargantuan binoculars that he bought for a bird-watching phase. i can't deny, that part was pretty cool.

however - the popcorn has become an issue. it's like he always has it on his person, specifically to throw at me. i dunno how he manages to do it but, there have been a few meetings lately where the other members stopped to pick pieces of it out of my hair with skeptical looks.

     i've given every reasonable excuse for it at this point and they're starting to get strange (ex: "i like to eat it with my hair hanging over the bowl.") whenever i've tried to call out the person responsible, yoongi does that thing he does when he's trying to avoid something. he gazes off at nothing and pretends to think very hard. usually, while he's walking away.

    all of this is to say - that's kinda why i'm here now: arguing with yoongi, locked outside of his apartment, with three giant bags weighing on my arms.

     " i, for some reason, am the only person who can tell you to leave." i smash down the button of the intercom to relay my response.

hobi led the group call initially -

     ok, i say group call. but this was the entire conversation:

hobi: yoongi?

jin: yep.

jimin: mhm.

taehyung: yup.

namjoon: yeah.

jungkook: yerp.

hobi: got it?

- ...

hobi: got it?

me: yes!

- call ended -

     i haven't really gotten that close with them yet.

and as far as i can tell, this is up to me.

apparently.

     yoongi scoffs through the monitor and static tickles down my ears.

     "you're the boss." is all he says.

     i can see the smirk on his face despite being on the other side of the door.

there's a moment of silence after that.

a moment that i break.

     "he who shall not be named! these are heavy and you have neighbors and i have time today. and i also! have no! shame!" yoongi pulls me through the door mid-shout.

     "are you fuckin' kidding me? you apologized to a tree for laughing too loud." his grip on my upper arm slides down to yank a bag out of one hand.

     "well, if it had been a person then it would've been polite." i huff and wobble on one leg, trying to get both shoes off hands free.

     as i look down at my stupidly tight boots, another bag lifts off of my arm.

     the sound of it crinkling is followed by a very heavy sigh.

     i triumphantly wrangle the second shoe off and grin at yoongi.

     "get out." he says sternly, then shoves the bags back against my chest.

     i grip onto his hands before he can pull them away.

with a small tug, and once he leans his face in closer, i whisper out, "no."

     he bonks his forehead against mine gently with a low, "okay, good." and we both smile on our way to the kitchen and dining area.

     once i've set the bags on the dark oak table i turn to him as seriously as i can, "ok but for real, if i have to watch you sigh while lookin' out the window one more time? i'm gonna lose my mind. plus, it'll be fun! you always say so..."

     i forget about trying to look serious and swing my hips back and forth as i talk.

     yoongi leans against clean kitchen countertops, crossing both arms and one foot over the other.

     "the simplicity is what i miss most." he's wry with his words, wrinkling his nose.

     i groan and rifle through the bags, "well when you start to sigh about that then i'll work on it. for now though, we've got...this!"

      shaking an ankle length tweed trench-coat, i turn to him with an encouraging nod.

     "this is gonna help me be unnoticed?" he asks incredulously.

     instead of answering, i dive back into the bag, rummaging around until i find a plastic pipe next.

     "might i suggest these for you sir?" i walk around the table and wave the trench-coat around in the air.

     "c'mon, you know you wanna. i already got us tickets on my phone! it's that new gambling movie where everything's tense the whole time but, the soundtrack has some composers you like -" i didn't mean to let that last part slip out.

     yoongi's lips twitch and he snatches the trench-coat away from me. then he gripes out:

     "hat."

just one word, accompanied with an expectant look.

     "please don't talk to me like i'ma dog." even though i say this, i reach into the bags to find the right one.

     yoongi smirks and takes a Sherlock Holmes style hat away from me.

     he jerks his chins at the bags and softly commands, "you."

i pull out an oversized men's suit, bowler hat and fake mustache from the middle one.

      yoongi's deadpan, "did you just wanna dress like Holmes and Watson." and i open my mouth to respond, then close it, twice.

     "look - it's D-Day. we're in disguise, it's like a sneaky mystery. like, nobody is gonna know except us and you can't throw popcorn at me!" i sneak in the request i've been too scared to ask at the end. it's easier to say with my eyes closed but, that doesn't cover how red my face feels.

     it's silent for a weird amount of time and i peek an eye open to glance at him.

     "change." is all he says as he squints at the ceiling, and i try not to skip on my way down the hall to the bathroom.

as i do, i hear his rumbling complaints bounce off the walls around me. the way my heart is thudding makes both ears strain for it, seeking it out.

"you keep calling it D-Day like that means something. but do i say no? of course not. why would i..."

i'm glad he can't see the smile on my face as i shut the door behind me. one deep, calm breath and my heartbeat settles back to normal.

     yoongi likes jasmine, tobacco and cedarwood. he's got those aroma reed incense jar things in every room. i've learned that he sticks with jasmine when he's moody, and that cedarwood is reserved for very good days. tobacco's kind of a mixed bag though. like, one day he was really dedicated to making a stew. as in, all day long - it was next level incredible though.

on another tobacco day, he got himself into a funky mood from reading too many crime novels. i know we both wound up believing that we were actually figuring out an unsolved case but, that was a sleep-deprived 5am belief.

     anyways, today it's jasmine.

i wiggle into the baggy suit and place the bowler hat on top of my head. it's so big that i can only see the reflection of my chin when i look in the mirror. it's always soft lighting at yoongi's place. decorations? eh, he's made it look nice but it isn't a priority. harsh lighting though? it makes him so irritable that he called jungkook over one day to help him switch all of the lightbulbs out for ones labeled, "soft and gentle". the overhead light is never on in his apartment and despite the black wood accents, nothing looks lifeless or dark. instead, it's all just warm.

everything in his place is always warm.

     "what if we don't do this and we never speak of this again?" yoongi grumbles on the other side of the bathroom door and my fake mustache teeters as i fight off a grin.

     handlebar secured - i fling the door open, except, all i can see is a bit of yoongi's broad back as he hides behind the wall. a few steps to my right and just around the corner, i try to take a sneaky glimpse but our eyes meet directly. he frowns, rolls his in an exaggerated manner - and tries not to laugh. the hat is squishing his cheeks together in a way that makes me want to giggle just as much as it makes me want to bite them.

     "perhaps you do need a hat." i hold a hand over my mouth and duck my head away from his gaze.

     "are you...laughing at me?" he leans over to regain eye contact. if he's trying not to look amused, he isn't putting much effort into it.

     "nyope. no. i dunno what you're talkin' about." i twist my lips together, attempting to hold back my smile. then yoongi starts snaking his neck around, chasing my averting eyes with a side-smile sliding across his face.

     long, wide fingers stretch out and palm the top of my bowler hat.

"gimme a good one." he teases, then steers my head over to the bags and patiently waits for me to find him a better one.

i whip around with an oversized floppy sunhat in my hands.

"i think it's perfect." is all i can say.

unfortunately, i can't hide my beaming grin as i do.

yoongi scoffs and rips the hat out from my grip before ironically growling, "then put it on me."

it comes out deep enough that it hits the pit of my stomach.

he holds it hostage in front of his body, just in front of his hips - and watches me with such a probing curiosity, my cheeks feel like they're steaming.

every part of me vibrates as i reach for it. i don't know what's making me so nervous. it's just putting a hat on his head. my attempt to tease him comes out in a mumble, "what? you scared you won't look handsome?"

yoongi tilts his head, the inquisitive stare bearing down on me makes the dining room shrink - trapping both of us inside of it.

"do you think i'm handsome?" his tongue pokes out of his mouth and he exhales a laugh while i smack him on the shoulder with one of my suit sleeves.

"you know i do fucker." the words tumble out of me without permission and all i can do is hope that i said them fast enough, and incoherently enough, for him to not understand.

he chuckles and turns a shoulder in a half-assed move, avoiding my half-assed blows. then he adjusts the giant sunhat, two pouty lips grin at me from underneath its brim. as soon as the plastic pipe tucks between them he asks, "to the movies?"

i push down on the fake mustache tickling under my nose, "indubitably."

i don't need to think about how handsome yoongi is or why he asked what i think or how going to the movies alone together kinda feels like a date. even if we're dressed like...well, kinda like if Holmes was having a gardening day and Watson lost all of the suits that fit him.

as we tug on our shoes, yoongi loses it over the fact that i only remembered to bring ankle boots. one red pointed toe sticks out from beneath the suit's pant leg.

"so stylish." he muses.

i trip over my own feet and ignore that he says this, "gimme your shoulder please."

yoongi smirks but dips one shoulder down slightly so i can place a hand on it for balance. once the most frustrating shoes in the world have been put back on, he casually reaches up to weave his fingers through mine.

he doesn't say anything about it, just stealthily moves towards his front door so he can stick one eye against the peephole. holding my hand as he does.

"Watson," he loudly whispers back at me, "i think this is broken." and i tear my eyes away from our intertwined hands.

in just as loud of a whisper i shoot back, "or maybe nobody's outside and we should move Holmes."

my hand is squeezed in response and i know i should help with being a lookout but, the way our fingers look together is doing something to the inside of my brain. something that makes it hard to breathe.

was his hand always so big?

it's like our hands lock together at the knuckles.

like they've both finally slid into place.

hey yoongi, did you know we're holding hands?

were you aware? that you held my hand and also are now holding it?

the objects of my fascination yank out of view as yoongi hurries us through the door and down the hall.

"go, go, go." he repeats the words under his breath and the dampness of his palm makes his nervousness a bit more blatantly apparent.

i match his pace.

he does this funny thing whenever he gets speedy - both arms lift up to his sides like a professional power walker. except this time as he does it, he doesn't let go of my hand.

so we power walk to the elevator at the end of the hall, side by side. neither of us say a word, aside from his looping "go, go, go" until the metal doors before us ding and we make it safely inside.

unseen.

well, no.

     we see ourselves in the reflection of the elevator doors and neither of us can keep our eyes open as we're hit with continuous rolls of laughter.

the mood sobers once a second ding lets us know that we've made it down to the parking garage.

now it's my turn to lead.

ok, it would be my turn to lead except - the moment that we walk by yoongi's car - he halts.

"look. look how safe and inside and fast we could get there with this instead. we live in a modern world, not the 1800's or whatever." he bounces as he whines and it's so cute that i physically feel a scream bloom within my chest.

i try my absolute hardest to appear unmoved.

with a tug on his hand i let out an exasperated sigh, "Holmes is basically from the 1900's. which - mind you - we were born in. AND, how will we know that the disguises work if we don't put them to the test? hm?"

i can't decipher all of the emotions in yoongi's expression, amused appears to be one of them at least. the ghost scent of jasmine wafts under my nose as i gaze at him. a nervousness restlessly attempts to settle itself in my pulse.

then yoongi stops hiding.

both shoulders curve forward as he sinks in on himself. silver-grey hair hangs over his face while he stares at the ground.

"i miss bein' a person." the words are spoken to the asphalt beneath our feet, they come out a little bitterly.

"i can't do things that make me...relate to people anymore. i can't do things like, like people do - you know? no, you don't." yoongi answers his own question, then takes a deep breath before he continues.

"i think i feel like a person around you and i'm grateful, i hope that isn't doubted but - who i am now can't...be a person. all the time." one shoe scuffs against the floor. he's wearing his favorite comfy Vans.

i know he put them on so i wasn't alone in wearing goofy shoes but, he still pulls the look off.

he chews on the plastic pipe, looking lost in thought - and even that he pulls off well.

i can't think of anything that feels right to say and it's not an optimal method but, i open my mouth with the hope that something good comes out of it.

"you're right. that i don't know what it's like but - um, but that's why this plan is so potentially perfect! we're just pretending to be wonky Holmes and Watson, so it doesn't count as real people time. is that bad? well uh, we can have someone follow us? in case it backfires or something?" i feel my voice pitch up, what feels like, a few octaves as i finish speaking.

a gummy smile beams out from under his sunhat before he pats the hood of his car twice. a man in a suit and dark sunglasses pops up in the drivers seat, the sudden appearance makes me yelp.

with buckled knees i hiss out, "are you fuckin' kidding me yoongi? you couldn't just tell me he was coming?" my grip around his hand tightens and i cling around his bicep.

yoongi just shrugs, "eh, it seemed like an opportunity to get closer. c'mon Watson." and he strides forward, like the conversation never happened at all.

the black car behind us feels off putting at first, but pretty soon, we're so engrossed in the roles that i forget all about it.

yoongi really loves the pipe. he nibbles on it between speaking as we tuck behind a wall.

"the lady in the red hat seems like a clue," he softly murmurs, "like a clue to something...mysterious."

my eyes narrow, "please never become a detective."

"oh i'm sorry sidekick. did you say something? something that undermines your lead detective?" he bickers back with a wiggle of his head. we keep up the petty argument as we trail behind the lady in the red hat until she turns away from the path to the theater.

"ok, well. she's no longer a suspect for now." yoongi clears his throat and my chance to retort disappears as soon as he see's a small group of young adults walking ahead of us, towards the direction of the theater.

with an unexpected quickness, yoongi squats down behind a garbage can - holding our hands on top of his knee.

"i'm out. this is so fuckin' stupid. not elementary, dear Watson. the opposite of elementary." he says this urgently but doesn't budge.

"we are two talking chins. that's all the world can see Holmes, and all we need to do is get snacks. then we're in the dark. and i'm buying! you don't even need to talk to anyone! you can just, i dunno - hide behind me." i don't know why i'm whispering.

"oh sure, i'm letting you buy." is scoffed into my face and i'm reminded of the first time we were introduced properly.

i jolt to my feet with renewed stubbornness, "gimme your card then. cause you know what isn't super sneaky? hiding behind, maybe the only, public trash can in the area. let's go, let's go, let's go."

yoongi makes an assortment of disgruntled sounds but stands up and shuffles to stand behind me. my left arm folds behind my back because we both silently refuse to let go of the other's hand.

"it looks like you're holding me hostage." i murmur back to him as we approach the theater.

hard plastic presses against my lower back and, "pew pew." rumbles against my ear.

yoongi keeps speaking, "huh, it's emptier than i expected."

i twist around to give him an impish stare.

"movie theater's typically are on tuesday morning's." i mimic his deadpan delivery and get a snorted laugh out of him.

we shuffle towards the concession stand, yoongi jokingly asks for popcorn and dodges the elbow i jab back at him.

fried chicken, a cherry-coke slushie and a bag of sour candy successfully acquired, we find our way over to theater room three. yoongi holds the first in one hand (because, "i don't trust you with my chicken.") and i balance the other two. our held hands remain threaded together.

"you better not throw any of these at me." i frown, struggling to force the candy bag into a suit pocket.

"does my hand bein' sweaty bother you?" yoongi bluntly asks and i trip up the first step towards our seat. usually, he likes to be up in the back and in the corner - out of sight, where it's easy to slip in or out if necessary. today, i want him to experience the Best Seats. mid-way up, directly in the center. that isn't the point but it's all i can let myself think.

i only realize i've been staring at him instead of responding when he tries to unclasp our hands.

"it doesn't! it doesn't!" i panic and squeeze my fingers around him. even in the dark room and under cover of his sunhat, pouty lips twitch up into a smile.

"if anyone else comes and i hafta pee these 'Best Seats' automatically lose three points." he chuckles and steps ahead of me. as we trudge up the steps, the pre-show clips rolling on the big screen sound like they're incredibly far away.

"oh sure, i'd expect a full house at 9am." the snicker at my sarcasm brings an unwanted blush across my face. he leads us to our seats while i stare at the floor, red cheeks hiding beneath my bowler hat.

chicken secured, slushie in it's rightful cup holder - we plop into the cushioned seats with budding excitement. i bounce a bit in my chair as i ramble about the Experience of going to the movies until he unlinks our fingers. the palm of my hand feels unbearably empty without his pressing against it but he doesn't let it go, he keeps it on the top of his thigh - wiping the other off against his tweed trench-coat.

"you may not mind but i don't want you holdin' a sweaty hand all day." yoongi states calmly.

the notion that he imagines holding hands outside of this movie scheme makes me choke on spit and i whip the slushie out of its holder to suck down icy cherry-coke. a freezing burn brings sweet relief from whatever the hell is buzzing through my bloodstream.

"you're so considerate." the words come out of me a bit strangled and yoongi wraps a warm hand around my throat. he jerks his chin up so that the sunhat flops back a bit, with a knowing look and one lifted eyebrow. then he casually remarks - "look at what you just did, not considering you stresses me out. of course i mean it in a good way, shush. better now?"

i nod dumbly as the freezer burn subsides. grateful for him and his warmth, and for the darkness that blankets us - equally infuriated at the screen lights for shining directly on our rosy pink faces.

as yoongi opens his mouth to speak again, the lights all fade to black. a booming voice throughout the otherwise empty theater informs us the show is about to begin.

my fingers twitch against his thigh and i feel my wrist turn without me telling it to. long digits push through mine before they curl around the knuckles. out of the corner of my eye, i watch him relax and spread both legs wide.

in a hushed voice i ask him, "D-Day, good day?"

soft lips push against the tops of my fingers before something's flung into my hair with a snort.

"D-Day, very good day."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Charlie: When did you stop wearing it?

Adam: When we moved up here and were in love and stuff. I kept it for sentimental reasons, he gave me so much Charlie. My identity, a home, a best friend and a love you only find once in a fucking life time.

That was another reason he was afraid of Lucifer dying, even though it was likely he was going to Hell there was a part of Adam that thought he'd go to heaven for being a good person. Because he was a good fucking person.

Charlie: And you gave him those things in return.

Adam blinked: Huh?

Charlie: A home, friend, and love. You gave him all those things too.

Huh, he guessed he did.

Adam: Yeah, I couldn't think of anyone else I'd spend my life with.

And he's been in a lot of relationships. Both just sexual and emotional and no one compared.

Lucifer walked in with all his things in a suitcase: Okay! Ready?

Adam closed the box and put it in his pocket. He'll put it in his room in the manor.

Adam: Ready!

Lucifer took another look around, he knew they would come back but it was hard to leave this place.

Charlie: Let's take a picture.

They stood outside the cabin and using magic to hold up the phone and take the picture, Adam, Lucifer, and Charlie smiled as it clicked.

Lucifer: It looks great.

Lucifer finished putting things in the trunk and once everyone was in, he opened a portal and drove into the manors garage.

I miss our God!Adam Au

Sequel 👀

In Canada Eh! Lmao

CANADA FOREVER

Yes plsss! I miss our stupid, power-hungry boy 😫😫

[destinyc1020]

Unlike the other two seasons, I don't think Zendaya is going to spend as much time on set given her current relationship with Sam. A lot of the time in the past, she would be on set even when she wasn't filming to collaborate with him or to make sure he finished writing the script. With everything that he did last year, I only see Zendaya being around when she is needed. If it takes them a month to film an episode, instead of staying all 31 days, I see her only coming the days she will be needed to shoot her scenes which will vary from 2 or three days in the episodes where Rue is not the main focus to 15 or 20 days for Rue focus episodes. I suspect this is what all the other actors will be doing as well.

I agree. After last year, I get the feeling the cast is pretty much done with Sam and this show. I don't see the cast coming back after this season is done filming honestly..... that is if it even makes it to that point.

Once you've done Z wrong, she is done with you lol. 👀

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hello! I just love your blog! Every week I always see if there are any new posts, especially from your bayverse children's series. So, I wanted to know if I could ask for something.

It would be possible to write sometime about the training of Donnie's children. Like, to know more about the relationship between Galileo, Dorothy and Marie.

Kisses, here in Brazil!

Training (Fluff/Cracky?)

Children Series

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: Hello Brazil🇧🇷!💚 Hope you all are doing great. I’m happy that you’re liking my Children Series, and I think it’s about damn time I write something for the kids of you and Donnie boy. Hope you’ll enjoy💜

Ages: Galileo - 19, almost 20. Dorothy - 15. Marie - 15.

Warnings: None💜

It was a Saturday afternoon, meaning that your husband and his brothers were off from work until Monday night. And so Donnie did what he would do most Saturday afternoons - spend time with his teenage and almost adult children in the dojo, so that they could hone in on their combat skills.

The twins had been given their weapons by Splinter less than a week ago, and had been practicing with them day and night, proving their grandfather’s judgement right. And Galileo - an almost 20 year old man at that point - was training like never before when in the dojo. It was something of a sight for you as his mother, almost causing you to tear up. Gali looked a lot like his father, moving his jumonji yari around, the way Donnie had taught him. It was enough to make you feel all warm and fuzzy with parental pride, and watching your daughters get familiar with their new weapons made you feel the same way. And so was it for Donnie.

Donnie stood in the dojo, watching all three of his children practice with their weapons. Marie with her kamas, getting a feel of how to throw them against a target. Dorothy with her war fans, practicing a kata Splinter had taught her. And Gali with his jumonji yari, practicing a kata Donnie had just taught him.

But even proud fathers needed coffee to keep themselves sharp and on toe. And so Donneíe told his kids that he would be back in a moment, heading out of the dojo and towards the kitchen, aiming straight for the coffee machine. Neither Gali, Marie or Dorothy thought too much of it, all of them knowing their father’s love for coffee. Well, at this age they no longer talked about it like a love. Their father was addicted to coffee and they knew it. And so they, and Donnie’s own brothers, would at times tease him, before making him a cup of his favorite dark drink.

Once Donnie had left the dojo, all three of his children continued their practices. At one point, Dorothy noticed a certain step in Gali’s foot work. A step that wasn’t there when Donnie had shown him how to do it. In other words - according to Dorothy - her big brother was doing his kata wrong.

“Are you sure that’s how dad did it?”, Dorothy asked, tilting her head as she watched Galileo swing his weapon around, her fans now closed in her hands as she holded her kata and stood up straight.

Gali shot his sister with a side eye glare as he moved from one position to another, purposefully not looking at her as he did so. Marie, with both kamas in her hands was frozen in mid throw, wide eyes as she tried to press her lips shut into a thin line, keeping any sounds inside. She knew her siblings enough to know that this was going to be fun, and she would be a fool to say anything that cut the show short. Sure, this was no Romeo and Marcello fight about to take place, with Gali and Dorothy being much more friendly to one another, but it was certainly a lot more fun. Marie would much rather watch her older brother and older twin have a friendly beef, instead of being a witness to her cousins being on the end of fits throwing.

“Don’t tell me how to use my stick, and I won’t tell you how to blow cold air with your fans”, Gali said, still focused on his movements. Marie’s attempts to keep quiet busted, as she laughed out loud at her older brother’s comment, almost dropping her kamas in the process, while Dorothy let out an exaggerated gasp, playing into playful exchange that was about to take place.

“These are war fans!”, she exclaimed, holding up an open fan for her brother to see. “They are not meant to blow cold air!”

“Obviously not with all that hot air you keep letting out”, Gali said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip, fighting to stay down so his sisters won’t see it. At this point Marie was staring with her mouth wide open, very amused by her siblings bickering, forgetting all about her kamas and the target.

“You prick!”, Dorothy yelled, trying to sound much more offended than she actually was. Even she couldn’t disagree with the humor in Gali’s comment.

“Don’t call me names just because you can’t handle the truth”, Gali said, continuing his stances.

“Right, that’s it”, Dorothy said, before dropping her fans to the ground and setting into a run. Gali - who just managed to catch a glimpse at his sister running at him, out the corner of his eye - dropped his jumonji yari just in time to catch his sister as he jumped on him, causing him to fall over onto the floor mat.

“Say sorry!”, Dorothy said, her voice unable to hide her enjoyment as she started poking her brother’s side.

“Hell no”, Gali said, trying to grab a hold of Dorothy’s hands to keep her from poking him. “I have nothing to apologize for”.

Marie watched her siblings fight for a moment, before shrugging to herself, letting her kamas drop to the floor as she hurried over to the others.

“You hold his arms! I tickle him!”, she yelled out, before doing exactly as she had said she would, much to her brother’s protest. However it didn’t take long before Gali was rolling with laughter on the ground, trying to get his sisters to leave him alone.

Stepping back into the dojo with his “#1 Dad” mug, filled with steaming hot coffee, Donnie was met with the sight of his 15 and almost 20 year old children rolling around on the ground, laughing their heads off, with Gali at this point almost fighting for his life to get Dorothy and Marie to leave him alone. And much to Gali’s relief, Donnie’s return to the dojo was exactly what made his sisters stop, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Hi dad”, they smiled, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Did one of you start calling each other out again?”, Donnie asked, watching with a small smile as his daughters scrambled to get up off the ground, all while Gali slowly sat up, still trying to catch his breath.

“Dad”, Gali said between breaths. “Can you make another cup for me? I’m exhausted”.

Donnie could not hold back his laughter, even as he went back to the kitchen to grab his son a cup of coffee and a bottle of water.

[straykids-2001]

Surprise!!!

Warning ⚠️, mommy kink, praise kink, use of good boy, mention of lix, pussy against pussy, dom reader, female, sub Chan, intsex Chan, like one maybe two parts with spit, kissing, love confession in the middle, implied overstimulationing, fluff at the beginning, and I think that's it

Leeknow or changbin will be dropped tomorrow at some point, probably during the day😚

You and Chan had been good friends throughout his idol career, making sure to stay in contact no matter how far he traveled. You were able to visit him often, but not able to stay as long as you both wished you could. Today was the day you were finally able to visit him, surprising him in his producing office while he was alone. Hiding in the corner of the room when he walked in with a coffee, you jumped out, and he stared at you in shock. "You're here!"

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. "I wanted to surprise you for the holidays." I said, grabbing the coffee and sitting it down.

He hugged you back, laughing slightly as he did. "You scared the hell out of me." He chuckled, holding you tight, 'And I love that you did, thank you."

I chuckled and tightened my grip. "I missed you sooooo much." I said, dragging out the words.

He held you against him and smiled at how you clung to him. "I missed you more. It's so nice to have you back here, especially for the holidays. I can finally have someone to spend time with who doesn't annoy me all the time." He teased, with a playful look on his face.

I laughed and pulled back "Hey those little annoyings help me get here, mainly lix, but still." I gently punched his arm and grabbed a bag.

He chuckled at your hit, wincing dramatically before grinning again. "You're right, Felix does help a lot with my sanity. He keeps me sane while you're away." He joked, watching you pick up the bag.

"I got you a gift." I sat down, holding the bag in my lap. His eyes widen at the mention of a gift

He sits down beside you. "You did? You really didn't have to get me anything, you know that." He said, peeking into the bag to see what was inside.

I tugged it back and grinned "Say please." I told him firmly, my eyes filled with joy and love as I looked at him

He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully, knowing you would be stubborn about it "Pleaseee." He whined, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, looking up at you with a pouty face.

My smile grew, and I sat the bag in his lap, leaning back and watching him open it. He pulled out the bag and began unwrapping it carefully, curious about what was inside.

Once he saw what it was, he looked at you with a mix of surprise and excitement. "This is amazing. Thank you so much." He said, holding up a custom hoodie that you had made for him

I bit my lip and chuckled. "There's more. Keep looking." I told him, nodding to the bag, with a small smile on my face

He raised an eyebrow, digging into the bag once more. He pulled out a few more gifts, a new hat, a necklace, and some small things like a keychain and a card.

His eyes lit up as he looked through them all, amazed that you went out of your way to get him all of this. "You really spoiled me. I feel bad that I don't have anything for you."

"If's fine, aka I used your card." I told him with a smile, showing him a bracelet I got with his card

He chuckled, looking at the bracelet before his expression turned more serious. "Wait, you used my card?" He said, looking back up at you with a raised eyebrow and a hint of disbelief

"Yeah, plus I have more gifts, but you have to wait till Christmas for those." I told him and grabbed the necklace, motioning for him to turn around.

He looked a bit shocked but decided to let it go for now, turning around for you to put the necklace on him

I slid the necklace on and clipped it, He shivered as you clipped the necklace, the cool metal resting against his neck. "It's really pretty." He said, running his fingers over the charm on it.

"We match now." I whispered, showing him the necklace I had on with a small smile

He smiled at that, turning back around to face you. "We do, I like it." He took the necklace in his hands and looked at it more closely, admiring the way it looked on you

I bit my lip and nodded. "Good, I'm glad you do." I whispered, looking at him, He kept his gaze on you.

his eyes wandering to your lips for a moment before looking back into your eyes. "I'm still mad you used my card, though." He joked, his tone light.

"Hey, I know you use mine sometimes." I said, gently grabbing his jaw.

He chuckled at your defense, his breath hitching slightly when you grabbed his jaw. He leaned into your touch, not denying what you said. "Fair enough."

My eyes flicker down to his lips, then back up at his eyes. "How is it possible? You get more gorgeous every time I see you?" I asked in a whisper

He chuckled softly at your compliment, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as well. "You're the one who keeps getting more beautiful, I'm just the same." He said, his eyes staring into yours intently

I shook my head, glancing over him. "No, no, you definitely got hotter." I ran my hand down his chest

He shivered as your hand ran down his chest, feeling your touch through his shirt. He placed his hand on your hip, gently tugging you closer to him. "Are you trying to flatter me, or are you being honest?" He teased, a grin playing on his lips

"I'm serious. you're so beautiful." I leaned in closer but stopped halfway."May I channel?" I asked gently,

He chuckled at your question, already knowing what you wanted to do. He nodded, his hand moving to the small of your back. "Of course you can." He said, his heart rate picking up slightly as he waited for you to make the move.

I smiled and pressed my lips against his, moaning softly. "So pretty." I muttered, holding his cheeks.

He let out a sigh of content as you kissed him, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, holding you against him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running along your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance.

I hummed, parting my lips for him, gently pushing him down on the couch

He laid down on the couch, pulling you on top of him, his arms wrapping around your waist. He continued kissing you, his hands roaming your body, feeling you up as much as he could.

I pulled back, looking down at him. My puplis dilated, lips parted, and I breathing hard, but he looked even better, his hair slightly messy somehow, his lips swallowing and parted, eyes dilated, his cheeks roset red, he looked so fucking submissive

He looked up at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted. He was completely captivated by you, his gaze filled with want and need. He let out a soft whine as you pulled away, his grip on your hips tightening, silently pleading for more.

I took a breath and moving my hand down his body "So fucking beautiful channie." I muttered, bitting my lip

He let out a shaky breath at your words, arching into your touch as you moved your hand down his body. He shivered at the feeling of your fingers on his skin, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yours, all yours." He whispered, his voice trembling slightly

"Loved you since high school, never told you thought, thought I wasn't your type." I whispered, moving my hand lower

His eyes widened at your confession, a mix of surprise and affection filling his gaze. He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping your hand from going any further.'I've loved you since high school too, you dumbass. I thought I was too much of a loser for you to love me back." He said, a small smile on his face

I smiled and went to his crotch, but he grabbed my wrist, with a slight fear in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked gently

He hesitated for a moment, looking up at you with uncertainty. He swallowed hard before speaking. "Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.." He said, his grip on your wrist loosening slightly

"I do. How would you make me uncomfortable?" I asked gently, moving my hand from his crotch

He relaxed a bit as you moved your hand but still seemed hesitant. "Well, I'm not exactly like other guys... down there. I just don't want you to be shocked or anything." He mumbled, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red as he spoke

"What do you mean love?" I asked, my voice softened as I sat up a bit, wanting him to be comfortable

He sat up as well, avoiding your gaze for a moment before looking back at you. "I'm intersex, okay? I know it's weird and not what most people want, so I didn't want to tell you and make you uncomfortable. It's why I didn't date anyone before..." He trailed off, his voice quiet and anxious*

I pushed him to lay down and spread his legs. "Can I see?" I asked lowly, kneeling down

He let out a shaky breath as you pushed him down, his heart pounding in his chest. He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, his face flushed "Y-Yeah.. just don't freak out, okay?"

I nodded and pulled his sweats off, and boxers pulled them all off, I groaned at the sight before me

He watched as you undressed him, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation swirling in his eyes. As you groaned, his face turned a deeper shade of red, and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment

"Fuck baby, this, this is." I leaned forward and licked up it, to get a taste of him, I just couldn't resist

He gasped at the feeling of your tongue on him, his hips bucking up slightly. He let out a soft moan, his hands still covering his face as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him

"So hot, just keep getting hotter and hotter, I swear." I muttered, licking his clit, moaning at the taste

He couldn't hold back his moans any longer, his hands dropping from his face as he gripped the couch cushions instead. He was trembling, his back arching off the couch as you licked him. "Mmm... more, please.." *He whined

"So fucking hot." I groaned, looking up at him with lustfully eyes

He looked down at you, his eyes half lidded and filled with desire. He was a mess already, his chest heaving as he panted and whimpered "Please, don't stop.. I need you.."

I grabbed his legs and put them on my shoulders, leaning forward and flicking his clit with my tongue

He moaned loudly as you put his legs on your shoulders, his hands gripping the couch even tighter. He could feel himself getting wetter with every flick of your tongue, and he let out a high-pitched whine. "Oh god.. I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.."

"Oh sensitive?" I asked, glancing up at him with a smirk, my insides doing flips, this was like a dream, a very hot dream

He whimpered at your smirk, his face flushed as he nodded. He was already so close to the edge, his body trembling from the pleasure "Y-Yeah.. sensitive.. please, please make me cum.."

I rubbed up his thighs and took his pussy in my mouth, my eyed rolling back, he taste so sweet

He gasped as you took him in your mouth, his thighs shaking in your grip. He let out a long moan, his hips bucking up against your face as he was overwhelmed by the sensation. His eyes rolled back as well, his fingers digging into the cushions. "F-Fuck! Oh my god.. right there!"

I groaned against him and pushed my tongue in his hole, moving my hand to his clit

He cried out as you pushed your tongue inside him, his body tensing up. He was close, so close, his whole body trembling with pleasure. He gripped your hair, pulling you closer as he felt his orgasm building. "Please.. please make me cum, I need it.. I'm so close.."

I rubbed his clit fast and thrust my tongue in and out of him

He let out a loud, shaky moan as you increased your pace, his thighs shaking even more as he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly "I'm gonna cum.. oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" He repeated, his grip on your hair tightening

"So sweet." I mumbled, rubbing faster, I pulled back, his juice already covering my face, I licked up his pussy and shoved mg tongue back in him

He gasped as you pulled back, whining at the loss of your mouth, but soon let out a long, high-pitched moan as you shoved your tongue back in. He felt his orgasm crash over him like a tidal wave, his body trembling violently as he came hard, coating your face with his juices

I groaned and sucked harder, making sure everything went in my mouth, the taste was life changing since sweet and creamy, god what is this boy doing to me

He cried out again as you sucked on him, his body twitching from the overstimulation. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was a complete mess, his hair messy, his eyes glazed over with pleasure, and his entire body shaking, I sighed and gave him one more lick.

He let out a soft whine as you licked him one last time, his body still sensitive. He laid there, completely spent, and looked down at you with a dazed expression "That was.. incredible.."

"One more round, yeah?" I asked softly, wiping his juices off my face, getting off my knees

I smiled and pulled off my shirt, and pants, shwoing off my tattooed skin. He stared at you, his eyes roaming over your tattooed skin.

He bit his lip, his gaze darkening as he admired your body. "God.. you're so beautiful.." .I smirked and pulled off my boxers

His eyes widened as you pulled off your boxers, his breath hitching in his throat. He sat up slightly, looking at you with desire. "You're killing me here.."

I chuckled and got on the couch, spreading his legs again

He laid back, letting you spread his legs apart once more. He was already starting to get worked up again, his heart racing in anticipation of what you were going to do next

"So pretty chan, like super." I muttered, scotting closer to him, looking at him, with lust and love

He blushed at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with adoration and affection. "Only for you.."

I laughed and pushed against him, moaning out and digging my nails in his thighs "Fuck."

He gasped as you pushed against him, his body arching up against yours. He whimpered at the feeling of your nails in his thighs, the slight pain mixing with pleasure. "God.. you're gonna be the death of me.."

"Some here, angel." I grunt, rubbing against him, I threw my head back and gasp

He moaned as you rubbed against him, his hips moving to meet yours. He reached up and gripped your waist, pulling you closer. "Right there.. right there,

I held his leg, putting it on my shoulder, looking at our pussy rub together

He looked down at where you were connected, watching as you both grinded against each other. He let out a string of soft whimpers and whines, his grip on your waist tightening. "Mmh.. it feels so good.. so so good.."

I moaned and grabbed his hand "Fuck baby, making me feel so good." I groaned, clenching my teeth

He intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly as he panted heavily "I'm close.. I'm gonna cum again.. please.."

"Hold it, baby, please hold it." I whined out , moving faster, our clit hitting one an another making me moan put loudly

He whimpered at your command, struggling to hold back his orgasm. He was trembling again, his body tensing up as you moved even faster. "I-I'm trying.. I can't hold it much longer.. please, please let me cum.."

I squeezed his hand and threw my head back. "Just a bit more." I grunt, squeezing his leg as well

He let out a choked sob, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he tried to obey you. He was shaking violently now, his body taut like a bow string "Please.. please, I can't.. I need to cum.."

I moved my hand and rubbed his clit, rubbimg our pussy faster, leaning forward and spitting a bit

He cried out as you started rubbing his clit, his body jolting at the added stimulation. The tears finally spilled down his cheeks as he let out a loud sob "Oh god.. I can't hold it anymore.. please, let me cum, I need it so badly.."

"Cum with me, baby, cum with mommy." I said loudly, coming with scream, threwing my head back and sighed "Fuck." I whispered, breathing hard and fast

He screamed as you came, his own orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave as you called yourself mommy. His eyes rolled back into his head and he gripped the couch tightly, moaning and whimpering as he came hard. He was practically seeing stars from how intense it was

I laid back, grinding slowly for the aftermath. He laid there, panting and trembling, his body completely spent. He let out a shaky sigh, slowly opening his eyes to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was.. so good.. I love you so much.."

I took a breath and smiled "Love you too, so much." I muttered, slowly pulling away

He pouted as you pulled away, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close. "Don't go.. I'm not done with you yet.."

"Not going anywhere." I whispered, sitting down, next to him, and smirked."How about one more round." I repeat my early words, knowing he was probably far over sensitive now

He shivered at your smirk, his eyes widening slightly as you said those words again. He bit his lip, his heart racing at the thought of going another round, even though he knew he was overstimulated. "I.. I don't know if I can.. I'm so sensitive already.."

I smirked and leaned to his ear. "That's the fun of it." I said lowly, pointing between my legs."Come on, be a good boy for mommy

He whimpered as you leaned close to his ear, your words sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself getting turned on again, despite how sensitive he was. He looked at you with pleading eyes* "I-I'll be a good boy.."

I spread my legs and watched him get off the couch and on his knees

He kneeled in front of you, his eyes locked on your body. He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he looked up at you, anticipation building in his gut

I pushed my hipd forward with a grin, watching him, I'm going to edge him till he breaks

He leaned in, his hands resting on your thighs as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and a hint of nervousness "I-I don't know if I'll be able to do a good job.."

"Come on, you well. I know you well, make mommy proud." I said, pushing his face between my legs

He blushed as you pushed his face against you, his nose rubbing against your skin. He took a deep breath, taking in your scent before starting to lick you gently, trying to do his best to make you feel good.

I groaned loudly and grabbed the couch, holding it for dear life, his tongue feeling wonderful against my pussy, "So good baby, so good."

Had to stop there or this would have being a lot longer, tell me how you like it down below,

Thank you to the 52 or 53 people who followed me. I didn't think I'd get that many in like two days, but here I am, so thanks. Love yall 💓

[1driedpersimmon]

Do you have any advice for people who might want to get into making comics like yours? I'm always pleasantly surprised by how fast you pump them out and even have other little projects/doodles on the side. How do you keep the quality consistent?

(sorry if this sounds a lil cold (?) i rlly love your peppercakes they r so skrunkly)

First off - Thank you !! I'm honored you like my lil guys and comics hehe! (and no worries on the tone !! I didn't think it sounded cold at all!)

Alright secondly lets see...

Short answer: You really just gotta start and keep going!! Once you start you get the momentum and it gets much easier (like riding a bike, which people like to use as comparison often).

Long answer:

Alright I thought about how to answer for this for a bit and I think I'll break it down to the main aspects.

So timing ! Basically I'm drawing 24/7 (and I'm currently not working as it's an off time for me, but I shall in a week and you will see that my posting frequency will decrease substantially). Ok maybe not 24/7 but I essentially am drawing from the moment I wake up to when I sleep (minus eating, restroom, working out, some errands) and while I do not say this is the key to being better, I'm just realistically displaying how much time I'm spending on drawing. (... one of my new years resolution is to not in fact do that and go out more because I feel like I'm being cooped up in my room a lot haha). But minus the amount of time I spend itself a lot of it has to do with the importance I take in speed drawing. And when I say that I mean quite literally how fast I can draw. AND I think a large part of where that speed comes from is how I like to generalize designs and just my overall process of drawing. (Which, I will not go over now but if you'd like I could make a separate post on how I go about doing my usual sketch, lines, colors, etc) Like, I love ff and all of it's crazy designs but it's so complicated I simplify everything till it's juussstt recognizable, and that's something I feel like really adds to the speed of things.

Also that's sweet of you to say for the quality haha (I always am thinking stuff like ah man this aint it... not my finest work, and then just post anyways cuz who cares I already made it heh)! That being said my quality wasn't alwaysss consistent! Here's an example of my very first "comic" I made for my characters:

And here's the same 4 panels I redrew just about 2 years later:

So I've been basically drawing comics for this for just about 2 years now (will be 2 years officially in a few months) and I most certainly did not get here in one night. I think, as I've mentioned, it's really important to keep up with the comic making (or drawing in general) so that, yes, you can get better, but the way you get better is that it becomes familiar to you. So you can approach concepts and ideas with a more experience. And I think a large part of what holds alot of people back is the idea that "ah I can't do this idea I'm not good enough." So what !! Still do it, I most certainly did it a couple years ago when I barely scribbled my ideas. And then you can totally go back and redraw it ! no "Rule" saying you can't go back and revisit your ideas, like hell even professional artists go back and republish their works with their improved art styles ! (ex. Tokyo Ghoul... even though I don't care for the story, it's still pretty cool! I think he even added more scenes? Anyways..). I think there was that one post going around where it was something like do it scared and that's really REALLY what you gotta do.

And that leads to my final point. You gotta love doing it. I like to make comics because I LOVE my characters, their story, and actually the act of putting it all together into a story, drawn comic, visuals, etc. And, I found my method of loving them. For me, what held me back was the "structure" of comics. I mean you can p much see that the way I like to do things is def not the "traditional" manga/western comic book style right? I won't go as far to say that I "made up this way" of comic making where it's one panel at a time but it certainly worked for me. (I have no idea how many comic wips I have collecting dust in my folders from my earilier days of making this comic where I just gave up 20% of the way in because I really could not vibe with the formatting, but then I figured out I really like to "thumbnail" comics (a result of when I was studying storyboards alot imo) and I went on from there).

This is where I feel like alot of people get stuck too. Where they really do like their ideas, their character, their stories and such, but as soon as they try and go through the process of creating in a certain way... the wind is just instantly taken out of their sails. And while I do believe sometimes you just gotta push through and do it anyways, sometimes that's not the right method to go about it. So instead of brute forcing a method of creation and eventually forming a bad relationship with the process, find a method that works for you. And maybe it doesn't look all that great or good compared to others, but that comes in time and as long as you like doing it, that's what really matters at the end of the day.

Tl;dr: be a lil freak, and lil weird about what you do (this applies to everything, not only art :3)

Alright so I think that's all the points? idk if you still want to ask me stuff, feel free to anytime :) Always happy to share my thoughts!

[icarusflewsworld]

Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 24 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

I hope you will enjoy the read at least a little. The chapter wasn't even really good but it's something we have to go through to have two or three incredible chapters (with jealousy and especially real smut!!!!) next week. Friday, January 17th.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH. YOU ARE SO CUTE, SWEET AND ADORABLE FOR ALL THE KIND COMMENTS YOU ALL ARE PUTTING ON THAT STORY.  I WISH YOU A BEAUTIFUL AND HAPPY WEEK END !! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

! Don't forget to read the previous chapters ! : Here

Chapter 24

Azriel was lying on his side on the couch, his legs in a sitting position, his cheek resting on the armrest. His gaze was dull and straight ahead. He felt empty, lifeless. He didn't even have the desire or the courage to breathe anymore.

Cassian was doubled over on the back of the couch. His legs were dangling in the air on the other side of the backrest while his hair fell on the seat next to his brother. His blood was starting to rise to his brain and stagnate in his skull but he didn't care. He was depressed and he didn't even have the courage to sit up anymore. He was hoping to faint so the time would pass faster.

"Mor," Rhysand moaned in his cousin's head for the thirtieth time in a second and for at least the thousandth time in a minute. He lay on the floor on his stomach, his face buried in the fluffy carpet that was under the coffee table. He kept trying to make contact with his cousin but was getting more desperate each time. Mor had sealed off his mind completely, preventing Rhys from being able to speak to him but the high lord kept trying. "Mor, bring her back to me, please."

They had been to the Nightmare Court and back, but that was three days ago. Three days. And since then, they hadn't even been able to catch a glimpse of Luxiana, not even once. Mor had enjoyed what their soulmate had done to her father so much that she had taken her in her arms, told her that they were going to spend the evening together with Amren and teleported her to Velaris, leaving the three Illyrians there, in the middle of the Nightmare Court, without the woman they were in love with.

At first, they had been able to contact Mor to demand that she come back with their soulmate but Rhys' cousin had refused. She had even threatened them by saying that they had no interest in contacting Luxiana directly. She had even put forward unstoppable arguments: firstly, Luxiana would surely get angry that they were preventing her from doing what she wanted and secondly, she would find it strange that they forbade her from spending time with someone else. Or worse, she could think that they did not trust her enough to walk around Velaris without them. 

Mor knew that she had exaggerated a little on that but she really liked Luxiana a lot and, although she had not planned to keep the blonde with her for so long, she had changed her mind when she saw the pitiful state in which it put the three Illyrians. She had to admit that she liked knowing how depressed they were for a woman.

Under Mor's arguments, Rhys, Cass and Az had said or done nothing more the first day. Nor the next day when the corridors of the building began to feel empty from Luxiana's absence and their ears were ringing because of the silence. They had become so used to hearing their soulmate talk and laugh constantly with her usual joy, that not having her near them made them feel like they didn't know what to do with their lives. They simply felt empty.

Azriel had felt jealous, possessive and angry at first but he had ended up missing Luxiana. Of course, he had had the three women followed with his shadows to make sure Mor didn't cross any boundaries with his soulmate and that they didn't get too close but Amren had sensed it and had pushed him away with his power. He had no more news then and he had to restrain himself with all his might from going to get Luxiana himself. He wanted her so much but he wanted her to be happy and he knew that Cassian and Rhys were right in telling him that she had the right to have a life and to bond with other people. But she was his soulmate and he missed her.

Cassian let out yet another sound of frustration. He had been in this position for maybe 3 hours and he felt ready to pass out at any moment. He should move and get up but he didn't have the strength or the desire. Why the hell had he stopped Azriel from going to find their soulmate? He regretted it now. What else was he supposed to do besides listen to his soulmate? What else was he supposed to do besides look at her? He missed her so much.

"Moooooooooor," Rhys cried again in despair but he still didn't get an answer. He wondered if he should contact his soulmate directly but he was afraid to know if Luxiana would let him into her head again or if it had just been a lucky circumstance in the court of nightmare. He wanted to continue to believe that she trusted him enough to let him in every time. But most of all, he didn't want to seem invasive or stop her from doing things. He missed her, he just wanted to spend time with her.

And, the three Illyrians knew that their time was numbered with their little human soul mate.

Suddenly, all three of them stood up, jumping to their feet with haste. Cassian's head spun for a second, but it wasn't his previous position that made him or his brothers go white. They had just felt the city's defenses give way. "Velaris is under attack!" the commander of the armies shouted, throwing himself outside the building as adrenaline and worry pulsed unpleasantly through his veins.

"Luxiana!" Azriel gasped as he threw himself after his brother but with the aim of going to find his soulmate while a ball of anguish exploded in his stomach.

Rhysand followed his brothers but he had already deployed his power everywhere to measure the danger, the number of enemies and especially to force the shields in the minds of Mor and Amren.

"I already told you not to do that!" the brunette growled viciously in her head when she felt Rhys there.

"The city is under attack," Rhysand said in a worried thought to Mor and Amren. "Protect her!" he demanded in a trembling voice, and he didn't even need to specify who he was talking about.

Rhysand flew towards the enemies with Cassian but called out to Azriel with his thoughts who was heading in the opposite direction, towards Luxiana. "She's safe with Amren and Mor!"

Azriel froze in mid-sky, grimacing in worry and doubt. "But she's our soulmate."

"I know," the high lord growled through gritted teeth. He was shaking and was mad with rage and fear. His city was being attacked for the first time in its existence and it was because of him. But most importantly, he was endangering his soulmate. He also wanted to throw himself towards her, find her and wrap his body around her to protect her forever but he had to keep his cool and think calmly. He was the lord of this city. He had not sacrificed himself at the hands of Amarantha for nothing. And most importantly, Luxiana was much safer with Amren than with the three of them. "You will protect her better from there by preventing the enemies from reaching her."

Cassian was already fighting in the sky against monstrous flying creatures resembling the Attor. "Come back, we need warriors here!"

Rhys joins him to fight by his side while at the same time his power was focused on reestablishing the city's defenses to prevent more enemies from entering. "And Amren knows that she better not let anything happen to our soulmate!"

Azriel growled as he took one last look at the neighborhood where Amren's apartment was located and where, therefore, his soulmate was. Where his shadows had found her when he had sent them all over the city to detect her. He cursed before turning around to join his brothers and fight with them. He had to, reluctantly, retract his shadows to focus them on the enemies but it killed him inside not knowing if she was okay. He was so worried, but Rhys was right. Amren knew the stakes and she was the most powerful of them all.

And it was true, Amren and Mor knew that Luxiana was the most important thing for the three brothers, and that what would happen if Luxiana were to be injured would be catastrophic and disastrous for everyone. Their three best friends would be unhappy and above all, they would no longer have a reason to live. 

The brunette, standing in the middle of the street in chaos of her apartment from which all three of them had just left, raised her hand towards the creatures that had managed to get there, to release her power. Dozens of beasts fell to the ground, dead, all around them. Amren glanced at Mor who nodded at her with a smile, still impressed by the power of her friend. Then, in one movement, they pivoted towards Luxiana a few steps behind them to make sure she was okay.

But Luxiana was gone. She was gone. Mor's eyes widened and Amren's breath caught in her throat. They began to spin around, frantically looking at every corner of the street in hopes of finding her but she was nowhere to be found in the chaos of screaming and panicking people around them. They began to run, separating, looking everywhere but they couldn't find her.

“Rhys,” Mor finally called out telepathically, palpitating and panicking. She froze in the middle of an alleyway, still with no sign of Luxiana.

Rhys killed his enemy but froze in mid-air at the sound of his cousin's serious voice in his head. He knew that his two brothers had also heard since waves of anguish, fear and anger that did not belong to him were violently passing through him from side to side, burning him. In any case, since this bond had been born between the three of them, they could hardly hide anything from his brothers. They now almost always heard when someone communicated with him in thought, as if they were one.

"We lost her," Amren said, his voice solemn and heavy with meaning. "We don't know where she is."

"Rhys, I'm sorry, she was right behind us," Mor almost sobbed as she kept looking in all directions to find her. She was worried too. Her three best friends would be so mad at her if something happened to their soulmate and she would be mad at herself too. She really liked the young woman.

The three Illyrians didn't even hear Mor's apology as shocks, fear and anguish struck them, crushing their chests. Their hearts began to beat madly against their ribs, sending blood with such violence in their veins that they could feel them all burning. Their stomachs were compressed into a fist and they held back from shaking as they left their positions and their fights to fly at full speed towards Amren and Mor, where their soul mate had been a few moments ago.

"We trusted you, damn it!" Azriel yelled in the heads of the five. He quickly passed his two brothers, flying faster than them.

"Luxiana!" Rhysand pleaded in his head, deploying his power everywhere to find her without much hope. But to his surprise, he detected her and found her. And - shocking him even more - his soulmate, feeling Rhysand's somewhat abrupt and panicked caress on his mind and on his shield, let him in. He calmed down slightly but was still far too anxious to rejoice in the fact that she still trusted him.

Luxiana winced, a headache taking hold of her as she heard Rhysand scream her name in her head. She dropped the creature whose neck she had just broken to the ground. "Yes?" she answered innocently to Rhys before crouching down in front of a fae and her crying daughter huddled under their market stall. "Are you okay?" she asked them with an empathetic face.

The woman nodded, thanking her several times in her frightened voice. Luxiana smiled reassuringly at her and then looked at the counter above the two faes. The woman had been selling handmade cutlery before the attack. Luxiana then grabbed one of the silver butter knives that had a handle made of several intertwined slices of metal. The blade looked sharp. At least sharp enough for Luxiana. "Can I borrow this?" She had to have a weapon to fight with. The woman nodded again in panic so Luxiana didn't waste any time.

She got up to run towards a tiny alley between two shops while killing the creatures in her path.

The three Illyrians froze in mid-sky in their flights as they heard their soulmate answer them. She was answering and she wasn't calling for help. So she was fine. They were slowly calming down, and although the anxiety was gradually replaced by anger and confusion, they were still worried about not knowing where she was. "Where the hell are you?" Cassian asked first as he and his brothers scanned the streets below them.

Luxiana jumped on one of the walls to bounce on the other opposite and climb up to the roof of the store where she gained momentum to run and launch herself onto the back of a creature. The beast began to climb with all its strength into the sky as it felt Luxiana wrap her arms around its neck.

He tried to turn around in the blonde's hold to hurt her with his long claws but she stuck the butter knife in his throat, right on his artery. His blood spurted into the void below them as the enemy let out a muffled scream, his wings stopping beating.

Luxiana propelled herself away from him to drop into the air alone. As she fell, scanning the flying creatures below her to try to select one she could land on, she saw the three Illyrians a few meters below her. She grimaced, it was going to be hard to explain this. "Above," she finally answered them.

The three males frowned as they heard her. They gave each other a quick confused look before looking up. Their eyelids widened, their hearts skipped a beat and their breaths caught. They tensed up with all their muscles, ready to rush towards their wife when they saw her fall from the sky. They threw themselves towards her but flinched in surprise when Luxiana landed head-on on a creature to stab it several times in the back.

The beast collapsed into the void to die as their soulmate used it to propel herself towards another enemy. As she was free falling again, her arms glued to her body to go faster, Azriel hit her from the side to grab her and pin her to his chest.

Rhysand and Cassian couldn't even relax seeing her in Azriel's arms because they were so tense. And Azriel only got a little relief when he felt her sticking to him because he was so angry.

They flew to the ground where all three of them landed savagely. Luxiana also put her feet on the ground to get away from Azriel, looking at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"What are YOU doing??" Rhysand yelled at her, looking just as confused and shocked as she was.

Luxiana frowned as she narrowed her eyes. Wasn't it obvious what she was doing? "I'm playing cards," she mocked in a pretentious tone. "What do you think I am doing?? I'm killing these creatures to protect the people of this city. Isn’t that what you should be doing too? What are you waiting for?"

Azriel gritted his teeth and closed his eyes at her condescending tone but said nothing else as he glared at her with a dark look that already said a lot.

Rhysand was breathing hard and the unpleasant burning in his stomach irritated him. He knew better than anyone that his city was under attack and he would gladly protect it if his soulmate didn't do as she pleased. He couldn't resign himself to leaving her alone in danger anyway. She was so much more important than the rest. So much.

Cassian's mouth fell open, not believing what he was hearing. "Are you saying you were up there jumping from monster to monster of your own free will?" He was so worried, damn it, he never was. He wanted to tell her she was completely crazy but bit back his words. She was crazy and he should have known she'd start jumping from creature to creature to kill them. How the fuck could even a little human do that?

"You can't put yourself in danger like that, so stupidly!" Azriel yelled, his voice hissing with anger.

Luxiana rolled her eyes, clenching her jaw in turn. The blonde glanced around them and grimaced. Chaos reigned around them. Fearful screams and sounds of creatures echoed between the city walls as people ran everywhere and as buildings were destroyed. There was no time to waste. She raised her irises above their heads and smirked before looking seriously into Rhys's eyes. "You didn't sacrifice yourself for this city, for it to end up like this today."

The three Illyrians jerked their heads back at hr words. They couldn't react or think of anything as Luxiana rushed to one of the houses a few steps away from them, jump, lean on the window sill and propel herself upwards. She grabbed onto one of the creatures that was passing by and flying low in the street.

Azriel spat out a curse, Cassian gasped in surprise and Rhysand jumped. They launched themselves in pursuit of their soulmate to follow her from the ground, running, the beast not wanting to fly high. They were still going to fly to retrieve Luxiana but she acted well before.

As the creature wanted to claw her, she cut the two tendons of its wrists with a quick movement to prevent it and immobilize its hands. She then stabbed him in the heart to kill it. The creature, no longer able to fly, was going to crash to the ground while Luxiana was still hanging on to his torso with one hand. She let herself fall to land on the ground and roll on the paving stones of the street. She landed, one knee on the ground, stabilized with one hand and the other in the air behind her. She suddenly raised her head, making her hair fly with her.

The three males stopped in front of her. Looking at her with even more surprise look. She had landed skillfully, like a professional, and had cut the monster's tendons with surgical precision.

Cassian's mouth dropped open, his heart dancing in his chest. "That was fucking hot."

"What the..." Rhysand was about to ask but he was interrupted by Luxiana who stood up to place her hands on his chest and push him towards two creatures who were going to attack a fae. "We'll see about that later, we're fighting!"

She threw her knife with such force and precision that it stuck right between the two eyes of one of the enemies while Azriel melted into the shadows to appear behind the second and slit his throat. Luxiana was going to move towards her knife to retrieve it but Rhysand grabbed her by the arm to give her a disapproving look.

Cassian then grabbed the butter knife with his fingertips to remove it from the beast's skull and to bring it in front of his nose with eyes still wide but this time in admiration. He pointed it at the master spy who only gave him a disapproving look. Was it only him who was impressed that she had done all that with a butter knife?

"I can fight!" she assured Rhysand, who was still clutching her arm. "I promise. I'll tell you why, but I can fight, Rhys."

Rhysand could see the sincerity in her eyes. He was so worried, but damn, she had just thrown a butter knife and managed to plant it right in the middle of someone's head. It took a level of strength and experience to be able to do that. He didn't know how she had learned to fight like that and he was going to get it out of her but they needed everyone to fight. He finally nodded and let her go. He would be able to protect her better and stop her from doing stupid things if she was next to him.

Luxiana took a step back and was about to turn around to go fight but Azriel grabbed her possessively by the throat to pull her towards him while he only glared at Rhysand with his pupils. "No fucking chance. She's human, she's fragile!"

Luxiana smirked, trying not to appear distracted by the tickling sensations in her lower abdomen caused by Azriel's firm grip on her throat. "Am I?" she asked cryptically.

The Illyrian with the blue siphons gave her a sideways glance, unable to hide his anger or weariness. "Yes, you are fragile." He moved closer to her, almost pressing his face to hers. "And you are so precious. There is no risk in me leaving you here, it is too dangerous." He turned back to Rhys. "A simple scratch could kill her, Rhys."

Luxiana, although completely turned around by the fae's words, let out a growl of frustration as she roughly pushed Azriel's hand away from her neck. Anger was beginning to vibrate in her chest. She liked him but he was starting to piss her off by forbidding her to fight when she could surely save more people than him. Her gaze burned with anger. "Well deal with it because there's no fucking way I'm going to stay here and do nothing."

She turned to leave but Azriel grabbed her by the forearm. She didn't even have time to turn around before he deployed his power to teleport them both.

Luxiana gasped as she was surrounded by shadows for a second before landing in an entirely different place. A small, dingy, damp, and cold room with porous gray stone walls and a concrete floor of the same color but stained with blood. In the place, there was only one single iron chair with metal chains attached to it and hanging heavily from it. A wooden door with a square of bars at face height told her where she was now. It was a cell. Azriel had just teleported her into a cell.

Her eyes widened. What the hell was going on? She turned around to face Azriel to look at him in shock but he let go of her to deploy his power on her. The shadowsinger's shadows wrapped around the blonde and pulled her back to force her to sit on the chair.

Luxiana cried out in surprise as she felt herself being forced to sit up. She didn't struggle or even tense up. He wasn't a threat. This prison wasn't a threat. The shadows held her too tightly anyway. She couldn't move as they kept her pinned to the backrest. They moved to grab the metal chains and to tie them around Luxiana's torso, around her ankles to the chair legs, and around her wrists to the armrests.

The blonde's breathing was fast and hurried. She was completely turned on by this situation. This was new. She threw a look filled with confusion at the Illyrian. "Az," she breathed, swallowing hard. "What are you doing?"

Azriel felt himself faint from the inside and doubt for a few seconds seeing the fear in his soulmate's eyes. Besides, it was the first time she called him that. She might consider herself closer to him and maybe after this, she would hate him again, but he simply couldn't risk seeing her hurt. He preferred that she hate him but at least be healthy. "You're the one forcing me to do this."

As his shadows finished tying Luxiana to the chair, Azriel didn't decide to retrieve them to let them tighten around her in order to make sure she didn't move. Well, Luxiana certainly couldn't escape from the unbreakable chains that usually held the most powerful and ferocious prisoners. No, his shadows weren't there to hold her back but to protect her if anyone other than him entered this room. He turned around and was about to leave the room but he froze when he heard Luxiana laugh.

It wasn’t a bad laugh, or a mean one, or an ironic one. It was a soft, happy laugh. Azriel glanced back over his shoulder and fainted again when he saw her looking at him with a tender gaze. “Do you think this will hold me back?” she asked, pointing with her chin at his restraints. “You’re so cute.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes for a second, doubt settling into his body but reason calmed him. There was no way she could escape the hold of her shadows and if she did, she wouldn't be able to break free of these chains. And even if she did, the cell's magical barrier would prevent her from getting out. This place was an infallible prison but it was also therefore the safest place for her.

Azriel didn't answer and left the cell, closing the door behind him and activating the magic barrier. Then he teleported back to his brothers who - knowing what he had just done - gave him a jaded look. "She's safe there at least," he assured them.

Cassian huffed, nodding. "He's not wrong, he's not wrong." Then they went back to the fight, protecting the city as best they could.

But Luxiana had already escaped. She stood in the middle of the city and spun around, grimacing in sadness as she watched the city being destroyed. She couldn't let this happen. Too bad for her. Too bad for what would happen to her.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She began to recite a formula of strange words. Words in an ancient language. Very ancient. A language long dead. A language spoken long before magic was born.

The particles of magic in the world around her began to vibrate and react. Their master was calling to them. They were all migrating towards Luxiana to enter her body and invade her in a flood of power that consumed every single muscle in her body.

When she opened her eyes again, a wave of magic escaped from her violently, sending people and objects flying around her and destroying the paving stones she was on by creating a crater. The people who were running to escape the creatures, feeling an extraordinary, dangerous, deadly and cold power emanating from Luxiana, began to run in the other direction towards the enemies who were attacking them. Because after all, the threat was much more present in the young woman whose aura she transmitted promised only violence and pain.

With one blow, the blonde released the force that now inhabited her to throw it at the creatures that were attacking the city and who then all began to explode at the same time in a firework of decomposed flesh, skin and blood that began to rain down on the city.

A rain of blood fell on Luxiana, wetting her skin and hair with a red color. With great difficulty and as her entire body began to burn, she pronounced another word in this dead language allowing her to make the power that possesses her disappear and even to extinguish it completely.

She fainted under the sudden contrast of the magic leaving her body as she took a few steps back. She pulled herself out of the crater she had just created and then she focused on her breathing to calm the pain and hold it back a little. She began to spin around, admiring the carnage of flesh and blood that now surrounded her.

But she froze, staring straight into Amren's gaze, who was standing a few meters away from her and who had witnessed the whole scene. Luxiana's expression became serious while Amren's expression was filled with fear. The brunette was breathing hard, her eyes wide and her teeth clenched.

The brunette had known from the beginning, from her meeting with Luxiana, that something was wrong with her. That the blonde was hiding something. But Amren had no idea that was it. And the more she stared at Luxiana, the more she understood everything. The dots aligned in her head and she got even more white.

The three Illyrians were in shock. Their enemies had just imploded. There were no creatures left alive. All three of them had felt the huge, creepy, evil source of power that had exploded in the middle of the city. They looked at each other and in silent agreement, headed towards the place where this terrifying power came from.

Luxiana, sensing them arriving, turned her gaze towards them who were flying through the air at full speed in her direction. She turned her pleading and frightened pupils to Amren. "Please, don't tell them. I'll explain everything to you but don't tell them." She liked them and she didn't want them to want to kill her or worse, to be afraid of her.

Amren was destabilized for a second by the sensitivity in Luxiana's gaze. How could such a powerful being seem so fragile? But she understood things a little more with each passing second.

The three Illyrians were paralyzed in mid-flight when they saw a mass of braided white hair in the middle of a nameless chaos, of bodies, blood and destroyed buildings. They could recognize this silhouette and this hair among a thousand. It was their soul mate.

Azriel almost jumped, his eyes widening as the other two gave him expressions of confusion. "You didn't lock him in a cell?" Cassian gasped in shock.

The spymaster didn't answer. Yes, he had locked her in a cell where only he, Rhysand and Cassian could enter and exit. How had she managed to escape? He couldn't believe his eyes. He rushed towards her and his two brothers followed him.

They landed abruptly in front of her. Cassian grabbed Luxiana by the shoulders to put her in front of him and looked her up and down in panic. "Are you hurt?" he asked as a ball of anxiety grew heavier in his stomach at the sight of her covered in blood.

Luxiana just shook her head. He was so cute and kind. She didn't want to lose them.

Azriel took Cassian's place, pushing him by the shoulder to grab the blonde by the arms in turn. "What happened?? How did you get here?"

Luxiana couldn’t even regain her confidence or give him a smile. She was far too worried. Amren shouldn’t say anything. She’ll tell them, of course, but not right away. Or maybe she wouldn’t tell them after all. She just shrugged. “I told you it wouldn’t hold me back.”

Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stared at her in surprise, their breaths caught. “You escaped from our prison?” the lord bellowed. “How?”

Luxiana could let out a slight smirk at their expression of pure astonishment but couldn't answer. She didn't want to tell them but she had to give some explanations. She threw a look filled with terror at Amren, who still hadn't moved. She almost begged the brunette not to tell anything. She really liked them and she didn't want them to start hating her.

The three males, noticing his confusion and intercepting his gaze, followed it with a frown. Why was their soulmate afraid of Amren?

Rhysand glanced at the crater beside them and then at the bits of flesh of the creatures scattered everywhere around them. Luxiana must have witnessed the brunette's unleashing of power and must have been scared but since when had Amren been this powerful? He frowned even more towards her. "Did you do this?"

Amren glanced at Luxiana who lowered her head. After a second, she raised it with a sad and guilty look. The blonde opened her mouth to speak, to confess but Amren cut her off. “Yes, it’s me.” She regained her composure by adopting her usual haughty expression.

Luxiana looked at her in surprise at first before her eyes began to shine with relief and thanks. Amren had just obtained his eternal gratitude. But Amren hadn't done it for that. Amren had understood that it was not better to have Luxiana as an enemy. And yet, the fear and sincerity that reigned in the blonde's gaze still said a lot about the kind of person the blonde was and what she felt for the three Illyrians. Amren couldn't ruin everything.

And then, despite herself, Amren had ended up appreciating Luxiana. And she now even considered her after that moment, with respect and admiration.

"Since when are you able to deploy so much of... evil magic?" Rhysand asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

Amren looked at him nonchalantly. "Do I ask you questions?" Then she turned to leave.

Luxiana jumped. This was her chance to get away from the three Illyrians. She started running after the brunette with an expression filled with doubt and uncertainty. "Uh, I...I'm going with her. We're going to find Mor!"

"What?" Azriel exclaimed, trying to catch up with her. "No! You owe us an explanation!"

But Rhysand grabbed his arm to hold him back. “We have things to do,” he gestured at the city in chaos around them. “We’ll talk to her later.”

Luxiana had heard and she grimaced. She didn't want to tell them about it but she would be able to take some time to think about it because she knew she wouldn't see them before tomorrow. Because tonight, she would have to pay the price for what she had just done.