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francesminos-tt · 1 year ago

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this was my reaction reading about loras and joff 👇🏻

I just LOVED them together! being the possessive and protective bastard that he is, how would joff (and daeron) react to finding out that lores is having an affair with an alpha?

and please when you want write a scene of joff being a little soft when observing daeron and loras interaction and realizing that maybe they are a family... :)

I wrote another chapter of Loras and toxic couple Joffron. Hope you will like it.

Loras had been having a limp for about week now. The boy tried to hide it, and honestly, he did a decent job, but none of his pained hiss escaped Joffrey’s observant eyes. The limp was in Loras’s left leg, perhaps a sprained ankle, or badly bruised shin. Joffrey wouldn't know, because he hadn’t asked Loras about it. From his experience, there was little chance that Loras’s limp was caused by an accident. The boy was Joffrey’s personal servant, more like personal companion at this point. Loras didn't need to do any heavy work. Helping Joffrey dress and bringing him meals wouldn't leave the boy with a limp. If Loras were clumsy enough to fall down the stairs and sprain his ankle while running errands for Joffrey, the prince wouldn't take the boy in in the first place.

In conclusion, Joffrey guessed Loras’s limp was caused by a fight. It was the only explanation, and not a surprising one, actually. Loras was a bastard from Flea Bottom, having no proper training whatsoever, but managed to become Prince Joffrey’s favorite overnight. He was even rumored to be Prince Daeron’s bastard, though he didn't really bear much resemblance to the Targaryen prince except for the hair. Even the hair was a stretch. Prince Daeron had typical Targaryen silver hair, always groomed nicely, not a single strand of curls out of place, while Loras had sandy blonde hair, tangled and messy like a bird’s nest. It was like comparing a piece of dirty linen with fine silk, yet no gossiper seemed to care about the fact. Prince Joffrey keeping his husband’s bastard was juicy enough to be the gossip of the year.

A lowborn boy like Loras getting the privilege that most would consider beyond him was enough reason to make other servants jealous. Joffrey knew how cruel servants were. It was a miracle that Loras managed to get away with only a limp.

“Do you need more wine, my prince?”

Loras’s voice pulled Joffrey out of his thoughts. Joffrey lifted his head, looking straight into Loras’s blue eyes. The boy didn’t flinch, a sharp contrast to when he had first arrived in the castle. Loras used to flinch every time Joffrey raised his voice, but now, the boy wouldn't even look up when Joffrey and Daeron got into another fight.

“No, I am good.” Joffrey replied, putting his wine goblet down, “I can use more lime pie though.”

Loras seemed surprised to hear the request. Prince Joffrey wasn’t much of a dessert person, at least not openly, so it was rare for him to ask for extra dessert.

“Right away, my prince.” Loras bowed before heading to the door. He needed to go down to the kitchen to get another piece of pie, for the kitchen staff had only prepared one for the prince’s dinner. Loras’s left ankle didn’t bother him too much by now, but walking down the stairs was still a challenge. Luckily, Prince Joffrey wouldn't be there to watch him wince.

“Make sure to fetch yourself one as well.” Joffrey said before the boy left the room.

Loras nodded and bowed again. He couldn't keep the smile off his face the entire journey down to the kitchen. He loved his master. Prince Joffrey might look intimidating sometimes, but Loras knew the prince had a kind heart. In fact, Prince Joffrey was the kindest person he had ever known. Who else would allow his servant to dine with him at the same table? Joffrey always tried to make Loras eat all the exotic foods that the prince could get his hands on, wild games, imported delicacies, exotic spices, etc. Joffrey would make an excuse saying Loras was his food taster, but Loras noticed the prince didn't even touch half of the food he ordered. He ordered them for Loras, a boy with no home, no parents and nowhere to go.

Loras descended the stairs as carefully as he could. He didn't want to make his master wait, but at the same time, he didn't want to put more pressure on his ankle either. He suspected his lousy acting was not enough to fool Prince Joffrey, but the prince never asked about his limp. Perhaps it was the best. Loras did not want to bother his master. He got into a fight and lost. It certainly was no bragging material.

The kitchen was located in the lower floor of the keep, away from royal quarters. Loras could hear the bustling noise and smell the delicious food before the kitchen came into view. He had gotten familiar with most of the kitchen staff by now, so no one questioned him as he entered the steaming hot kitchen and asked for more dessert.

“That’s rare for Prince Joffrey to order extra dessert.” The butter lady said, “Are these for his husband? Prince Daeron has a sweet tooth.”

Loras wasn’t sure if the later part was true. In the months he had spent dining with his master, often times Prince Daeron was there too, but he had never once seen Prince Daeron reach out for sweets. Prince Daeron preferred poultry to red meat, and some light-bodied wine to go with his food, but Loras never see him having a sweet tooth. Come to think of it, it was Prince Joffrey who always ate two portions of dessert whenever he and Prince Daeron shared a meal.

“It’s for Prince Joffrey himself.” Loras replied simply.

“Really? That’s surprising. Usually Prince Daeron is the one to have extra desserts brought to his quarters.” The butter lady raised a curious eyebrow, “Why the sudden change of appetite? Blimey, is Prince Joffrey with child?”

“I don’t know.” Loras answered honestly. He really didn’t. He would be glad if Prince Joffrey did manage to get pregnant since Loras could tell he and his husband loved each other, in a twisted way, but love nonetheless. However, Loras doubted that was the case.

“You are no fun, boy.” The butter lady scoffed, but did not stop loading Loras’s tray with lime pies and an extra plate of colorful meringues.

Loras thanked her before leaving. He carefully balanced the tray on his arm when he climbed the stairs back up. He made an effort not to put too much pressure on his left ankle, opting to use his right foot first. It was clumsy and slow, but that was the best he could do.

“Look who it is. It’s Loras the loser!”

Someone said from above, but Loras couldn't see the person’s face, for his view was blocked by the piling desserts. Fortunately, he didn't really need to see to know who the annoying boy was. It was one of the squires, a boy almost twice Loras’s size.

“What do you want, Bernard?” Loras asked, already trying to find a way out of this situation.

“What are you doing? Stealing food from the kitchen?” Bernard took a piece of meringues and shoved it into his mouth, “You don't deserve to eat such delicacies, scum.”

“I am bring food to Prince Joffrey.” Loras said, trying to hide the tray behind him, “If you only want to mock me, pick another time. I am busy now.”

“Do not talk to me like that, scum.” Bernard lowered his voice in a warning way, “Mentioning Prince Joffrey’s name won't make you any nobler. You are just a gutter rat from Flea Bottom, while I come from a family of knights. You should learn to respect your superior.”

Loras didn’t need Bernard to remind him of his low birth, neither did he need any instructions on how to address a superior. He had plenty of experience. He came from the lowest of the low places in Flea Bottom, so anyone was a superior to him, including actual rats. At least a gutter rat wouldn't worry about its next meal. However, his master told him not all superior deserved respect. In Loras’s opinion, Bernard certainly was not one of those respectful superiors.

“I let you beat me up, and put up with you and your friends’ insult. I thinks I have showed enough respect.” Loras said. He probably shouldn’t have said it in such a mocking way, but he couldn't help it. If Prince Joffrey had taught anything, mockery was surely one of them.

“Showing off your slippery tongue, are you?” Bernard flashed an evil smile and took a step down the stairs, his tall body towering over Loras, “Let’s see what excuse you will make if Prince Joffrey finds out you have ruined his desserts.”

In hindsight, Loras should have seen it coming. Bernard was a violent person, and when a violent person hadn't attacked within the first three minutes of their encounter, Loras was in for a much big trouble. Loras was used to being kicked, punched, and thrown to the ground, but he had never been pushed down the stairs. Well, until now.

Loras hissed in pain as he finally stopped rolling off the stairs. He sprained his bad ankle again, his back must be covered in bruises judging by the blunt pain, and tray was knocked off, all the lime pies and meringues crushing onto him.

“How does the dessert taste, scum? I bet you’ve never eaten something so sweet.”

The first thing Loras felt was fury. He was furious at the squire’s hostility just because Loras was lowborn. He was furious that Prince Joffrey’s desserts were all ruined. He was furious that Bernard had the audacity to laugh.

Loras roared as he struggled to climb up the stairs with both his hands and feet, much like an animal, and charged at Bernard. However, he was too small, and his bad ankle hurt so much that he stumbled down before he could touch the squire.

“Go back to the gutter you come from, scum. You don't deserve to be here.”

“I am the one who brought Loras to the castle. If he doesn't deserve to be here, how about me? Do I deserve to be here according to your standards, Bernard Warren from Red Fork?”

Another figure appeared behind Bernard at some point. It was a grown man, with board shoulders and a knight’s build, making tall Bernard look like a dwarf. The man had a musical voice, a noble accent, and most importantly, striking silver hair. The man put one hand on Bernard’s shoulder and squeezed gently, but the sheer horror on the squire’s face indicated that the man was everything but gentle.

“P-prince Daeron!” Bernard fell to his knees, “I have no intention to insult you, my prince. I am just teaching this boy a lesson-”

“This boy is my husband’s personal servant. Do you think my husband is incapable of training a servant?” Daeron asked coldly.

“N-n-no! Of course not! I once squired for Prince Joffrey for two months, my prince. I would never mean anything bad to him…”

“Mentioning Joffrey’s name will not make it easier for you, boy.” Daeron said, mimicking Bernard’s earlier words to Loras.

Bernard opened his mouth to say more, but Daeron paid him no attention. He walked past the kneeing squire and offered a hand to Loras.

“Can you get up, Loras?” Daeron asked.

Loras nodded, taking the prince’s hand and lifting himself up. He was a mess. His clothes and hair were covered in custard and cream, his face was dusty, and he had several scratches over his cheek. Daeron frowned, before picking Loras up and carried the boy up the stairs.

“Prince Daeron, I can walk by myself.” Loras said, but he was smart enough not to struggle.

“I bet you can, but we need get back to Joff before he tears the whole castle apart. You know how impatient he is, especially when he doesn't get his sugar.”

“I spilled Prince Joffrey’s dessert.” Loras said in a low voice, feeling guilty even though he knew it was not his fault.

Daeron hummed, but didn't say more. He didn't even spare Bernard a side glance, even though the squire was shaking with fear.

“I think Bernard pissed himself.” Loras said to Daeron as they walked down the corridor leading to Joffrey and Daeron’s quarters.

“The boy is a coward. Joff refuses to let the boy squire him, so he’s jealous that you managed to become Joff’s favorite.” Daeron relied, carrying the boy with one arm and wiping off some lime flavored custard from the boy’s face.

“I am not Prince Joffrey’s favorite.” Loras lowered his head shyly.

“Now, no need to be humble.” Daeron chuckled, “I don't think Joff is particularly good at hiding his affections.”

Loras could say the same to Daeron. Prince Joffrey wasn’t good at hiding his affection towards his husband, though the prince would never admit it.

Daeron carried Loras all the way back to Joffrey’s quarters. The Targaryen prince kicked the door open while still hugging the boy tightly in his arms.

“Where have you been? I thought you had fallen into the kitchen stove-” Joffrey stopped his rambling as his eyes landed on his husband and a very embarrassed Loras, “What happened?”

“I fell down the stairs and spilled your food, my prince. I am so sorry.” Loras murmured, too embarrassed to look Joffrey in the eye.

“Someone pushed him down.” Daeron added. He put Loras down on the nice armchair next to the hearth, paying no mind to boy’s dusty clothes.

“Who?” Joffrey’s voice took a menacing turn immediately.

“The same person who gave Loras a limp, I think.” Daeron replied. He kept his arm wrapped securely around Loras to stop the boy from getting off the armchair, “Stop struggling, boy. I need to check your ankle.”

“But my clothes are dirty,” Loras argued, trying his best not to let the cream and dust ruin the fine fabric of the chair, but failed miserably, “I will ruin your chair.”

“Who cares about the fucking chair?!” Joffrey grunted. He was obviously angry. He hadn’t asked about Loras’s limp because he wanted the boy to learn to stand up for himself. If he had known the bullying would escalate to such extent, he would have intervened long ago.

Loras flinched. He knew Joffrey meant no harm to him, but the memory of Flea Bottom came back to haunt him at the most inconvenient time. He couldn’t help but remember the days of hiding and starving like a true gutter rat. Any noise was enough to cause him panic. Now, in the warmth of a royal prince’s private quarters, he still shivered from fear.

“Listen to your master.” Daeron said. Compared to his hot-tempered husband, the blonde was calmer and more composed, but it didn't mean he was not angry, “Give me your ankle.”

Joffrey decided that it was best to let his husband handle things now. Don’t get him wrong. He wanted to take Daeron’s place and look after Loras himself, for his pride and competitiveness were prickling to show, but he controlled himself. It was not about him. It was about Loras. Joffrey was willing to put his pride aside for now.

The brunette prince got up from the dining table and rushed back to his room. Joffrey kept a few undershirts and pants ready in the carved chest, in case he needed to change after a passionate sex session with his husband. Joffrey’s clothes would be too big for Loras, so he made sure to bring a leather belt with him. By the time he returned to their shared dining room, Daeron had already taken off Loras’s shoes and was examining the boy’s swollen ankle. Loras had put on some weight since he first came to the keep, but it was far from enough in Joffrey’s opinion. The boy was still small, with skeleton-like limbs and sunken cheeks. No matter how hard Joffrey tried to feed him, Loras still remained small even in his age.

Now, Loras’s left ankle was swelled to almost twice of its original size. There were some shallow cuts and bruises on his shin and knees as well, and Joffrey could tell that those wounds were not made tonight. It seemed Loras had been bullied for quite some time. Joffrey felt his fury boiling again.

“How long has this been going on?” Daeron asked, palpating the boy’s ankle to make sure the bones were intact, “It’s a miracle you managed to walk with an ankle like this.”

“It wasn’t so bad before.” Loras replied, fiddling with the hem of his shirt like a boy caught in middle of a mischief, “I swear, my prince. It’s a sting.”

“You should have told us.” Daeron said with a gentle sigh, “I didn’t expect it to be this bad.”

Joffrey watched his husband interact with his servant. Though he had been cruel and cold to Loras in the beginning, Joffrey soon took a liking to the boy. He didn't hate the boy to begin with. His annoyance was directed at his husband, and caused by irrational jealousy. He couldn't stand the idea of Daeron lying with another, both before and after their marriage. Although he would never admit it, Joffrey was a possessive freak. He might openly distain Daeron and the blonde’s family, but Joffrey was not prepared to share his husband with anyone.

“Your bones seem to be okay.” Daeron concluded after a while, “I will ask the maester to have a look at you in the morning. You can use some ointment for the swelling.”

“There is no need, my prince. I am just a servant.” Loras shook his head, “I will just put some raw meat on the swelling. It will do the trick. Please, you don't need to bother the maester just for me.”

“Nonsense.” Daeron said in feigned annoyance, “You are a smart boy, Loras. You should have noticed that you are more than just a servant.”

Loras fell silent. Of course he had noticed. He was not stupid. What kind of servant dined with their master on daily basis? What kind of servant could have a royal prince seed grapes for them? What kind of servant slept in the same quarter with their master?

Loras knew Prince Joffrey was treating him differently. The problem was, how long would it last? Would Prince Joffrey dismiss him after the novelty had worn down? Loras dared not to dwell on this thought too much. He dared not to see himself more than just a servant, because that would make the disappointment easier when Prince Joffrey decided to dismiss him.

“He’s right.” Joffrey chimed in, walking to the armchair with a pile of clothes in his arms, “I can adopt you at this moment, if that will make you feel easier to see a maester.”

Loras’s blue eyes widened in surprise. He was so shocked that he didn't even struggle when Joffrey took off his dirty shirt and wrapped him in a new one. Loras knew immediately that the new shirt did not belong to him. It was too big for his small body, and more importantly, the fabric felt too silky to be plain linen.

Daeron chuckled at the boy’s shocked face. Though every gossip stated that Loras looked like him, Daeron found the boy actually shared more features with Joffrey. Their eyes were the same shape of round, so were their pouty lips. They even shared the same shocked face.

“I was wondering when you would make this proposal, husband.” Daeron joked, helping Joffrey take off Loras’s pants, “I thought you would never ask.”

“I am not as hypocrite as you.” Joffrey said before muttering some curse under his breath when he saw the bruises on Loras’s legs, “Shit. Who did this to you, boy?”

Loras glanced quickly at Daeron, but the blonde seemed in no hurry to help.

“B-Bernard, my prince.” Loras had no choice but tell the truth.

“Bernard who?” Joffrey frowned. The name was too common to ring a bell. He knew at least three Bernards, one knight, one merchant, and one horse breeder.

“Bernard Warren from Red Fork.” Daeron answered the question for Loras, “I remember you used to have a squire called this name.”

“The Bernard who can’t even sharpen my swords properly?” Joffrey rolled his eyes. Now he remembered. He did know a fourth Bernard, a squire boy from the Riverlands. As a renowned knight, Joffrey had let numerous boys squire him, to give the boys a chance to pursue a knight career. Bernard was one of the lower births of his squires, coming from only a landed knight family. As far as Joffrey knew, House Warren owned a half-crushed tower on the banks of the Red Fork.

“He did say he squired you once, my prince.” Loras added in a low voice. He knew he shouldn't feel happy, but somehow, he was relieved finally let the secret out.

“He’s a shitty squire.” Joffrey said through gritted teeth, “That’s why I dismissed him after one month. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn't want to bother you.” Loras admitted, “Also, I don't want to give the bullies more ammunition. They already hate me enough for being your personal servant.”

“Since when do I become so popular?” Joffrey scoffed, “At least tell me you fought back. I expect to see some broken noses or knocked off teeth.”

“I tried.” Loras blushed, embarrassed, “But I am too small. I only managed to push one of Bernard’s friends into a pile of horse dung.”

“You, Loras,” Joffrey said, cupping the boy’s face in his hands, “lack practice. Size only counts for a small part on the battlefield. I will have to teach you how to fight, boy.”

“That’s very kind of you, my prince.”

“We need to work on your ways of calling as well.” Joffrey said in all seriousness, “You can’t keep calling me my prince, if you are to be my adopted child.”

Loras thought the prince was only joking, because how could that be possible? He was a lowborn orphan, probably a bastard. How could a royal prince adopt a low scum like him?

“Joff’s not joking.” Daeron said, moving aside to give Joffrey more room. He excelled at reading Loras’s mind, because the boy was just as honest and straightforward as his husband. Daeron could read Joffrey like an open book, Loras too.

“Of course I am not.” Joffrey confirmed. He finished changing Loras, putting the boy into a nice, clean silk shirt and securing it with a leather belt.

“But, I am-”

“A lowborn?” Daeron finished Loras’s sentence for him. The blonde let the boy settle on his own lap before urging his husband to sit down at the armchair as well, “We are princes, Loras. Status means little to us.”

“As much as I hate to agree with my annoying husband, I have to say he has a point here.” Joffrey threw himself into the armchair, watching his husband hugging the blonde boy, “I don’t care about rules. We don't have anything to inherit anyway, so it doesn’t matter who we choose to adopt. In fact, you won't get anything from us except for fine clothes and food. Maybe some private training sessions as well, but that’s all. I don't think it is that much of a big deal.”

“You have a lot of people to convince, Joff.” Daeron said, brushing Loras’s hair mindlessly, “Luckily, you have me as your ally. I can't think of a better person for this job.”

“Fuck off, you show-off.” Joffrey rolled his eyes, but Loras didn't miss the faint smile on his lips, “I am going to order a bath. Loras smells like a huge lime pie.”

Loras blushed, while Daeron chuckled. Joffrey felt a surge of warmth spread through his body. He had never expected to have a family at all, let alone with Daeron, but now, he couldn't help but wonder if they looked like a real family now.

An alpha, an omega, and a boy with Daeron’s hair and Joffrey’s eyes. What else could Joffrey ask for?

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #abo dynamics

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rabbiteclair · 1 year ago

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oh yeah, originally the central conceit of that story was gonna be that it was a collection of encounters they had while taking a multi-day trip to try finding the ocean. I ended up scrapping that, since some of these chapters just don't work with that kinda thing, but not before I wrote a prologue about Kozakura yelling at them

so hey, why not, here (the completely rough draft of) it is. Not like I'm ever gonna use it somewhere else.

“So, you’re really going to do this, huh?”

Kozakura’s voice, coming from the doorway to her house, caught me by surprise. I looked back, squinting to shield my eyes. The rising sun was behind her, casting long shadows over her already-dark expression.

She looked even less prepared to go out than usual, wearing her usual t-shirt and spats, but with messy hair, a pair of fuzzy slippers, and an oversized cup of soda. She looked out at the world with a bleary expression as she took a sip.

“Sorry,” Toriko said. “We didn’t wake you up, did we?”

“Other direction. I’m going to bed in a few.” Kozakura took another sip of her soda, then: “But you’re dodging the question.”

Between us, the AP-1 was sitting on the grass of Kozakura’s front lawn. Normally, we tried not to bring it over into the surface world—the less attention that people paid to her house the better, considering all the weird stuff we got up to—but this early in the morning, we thought it would be fine.

Besides, we had a good reason for it this time. The AP-1 was carrying the biggest load that we’d ever asked it to handle for us. The top rack was piled high with jugs of water, our collapsed tent, waterproof cases of clothes and toiletries, a toolbox, and loose tools like our ax. The smaller holding racks to the sides were carrying everything that we might want in a hurry while driving around—our guns, binoculars, bolts, reflective poles, a first aid kit, ponchos, and our food prep stuff. We’d even used the center arch for storage, hanging two rolled-up sleeping bags from it with hooks and bungee cords. Seeing it loaded up like that made me feel proud about our decision to buy it. Our cute little AP-1 was a hard worker.

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the soreness out of my hands after loading so much on there. “It’s kinda late to back out now. Besides, we’re not doing anything we’ve never done before, right? We already took an overnight trip once.”

Kozakura tipped her cup toward me in lieu of pointing. “It was a dumb idea then, too.”

“Come on, Kozakura,” Toriko said. “How else are we gonna find out what’s out there? We’ve got most of the stuff within a few hours of the gates mapped already.”

Kozakura stared us down, like she was expecting us to relent. When we didn’t, she sighed and drained the rest of her cup. “All right. If your hearts are set on this, at least tell me where you’ll be going. That way, when I have to send a search and rescue team in after you, they’ll know where to start looking for the bodies.”

“East,” I said.

“East? That’s it?”

“Straight east. … well, not straight east. Compasses are kind of unreliable over there. But the plan was that we’d drive right toward the rising sun, and try to go in a straight line. That way we have a pretty universal gauge of our direction, right?”

“If you can expect the sun to follow the laws of nature over there, at least. That’s it? Just driving east?”

Toriko and I exchanged a glance.

“Um…” she said.

“… pretty much, yeah,” I said. “We’ve explored the area between this gate and the Jinbouchou one pretty well, and we’ve gone north and south a bit, but… we’ve never been east of that skeletal building.”

“Well, I have, a bit. I went that way some when I was looking for Satsuki. But that was before I met Sorawo, so I was nervous about even getting out of sight of that building…”

“And what,” Kozakura said, “could possibly be over there that’s worth an overnight expedition?”

“The ocean.” I paused to weather the withering expression that Kozakura was shooting toward me. “… I mean, it’s kind of weird, right? Jinbouchou is only a few kilometers from the bay, but we’ve never seen any sign of it. There aren’t even that many rivers over there. We know there’s an ocean in the Otherside though, so…”

“If you head straight east of there, I'm not sure if you’d hit the bay. It might be a bit to the north of it.”

“Close enough though, right?” Toriko said. “We should be within a kilometer or two, so we should be able to see it unless we’re in a valley or something. If we hit a river and follow it for a bit, that should take us there too.”

“If it exists. Otherwise you’re just wandering off into the wilderness chasing a river.”

“We’ll be planting reflective poles,” I assured her. “And we put a spotlight on that skeletal building, so we can see it from kilometers away. We both have class on Wednesday, so if we haven’t found it by the end of the second day, we’ll start driving back on the third. It should be a lot quicker after we’ve marked out the route.”

Kozakura sighed again and crossed her arms, giving us a look like a stern parent. “Three and a half days. If you’re not back by then, I’ll start planning your funeral.”

“Just one?” Toriko said.

“We won’t have bodies to dispose of, so we can combine the ceremonies.” She shot us another surly look, but her posture relaxed. In a somewhat less sardonic tone, she added, “… come back in one piece, okay? I’d tell you not to do anything stupid or dangerous, but you’re already doing that by default.”

“We’ll be fine, Kozakura. Promise.” Toriko shot her an encouraging smile. “Oh! How about we try to bring you back a souvenir?”

“Yeah, just stop in at the Otherside gift shop on your way back.”

“I mean it! If we find… I don’t know, something nice, we’ll bring it back for you.”

“Something nice,” Kozakura repeated after her, in a tone dripping with doubt.

“Yeah, you know! Like…”

Toriko trailed off, then looked to me for help.

Why would I know?! You’re the one who brought it up.

Besides, weren’t most souvenirs regional delicacies and stuff? I didn’t feel like we were going to find anything like that over there…

“You can have our leftover survival meals?” I offered weakly.

“No, you know what? If I’m going to be stressing out about you two for half a week, I do want a souvenir. Something nice. Don’t disappoint me here, or I’m going to pay some thugs to throw you into the real Tokyo Bay.”

She sure was fast to flip between concern and death threats.

“It’s a deal,” Toriko said. “Something nice. I think it’ll be fun! A little concrete goal we can think about while we’re exploring. Like a scavenger hunt.”

Judging by Kozakura’s expression, her opinion of us was currently at the lowest that it had ever been in her life.

“Yeah, sure.” She turned to face back into the house, and shot us a dismissive wave over her shoulder. “I’m going to bed. Don’t die. Good night.”

“Kozakura, it’s six A—”

I was cut off by Kozakura’s door slamming in our faces. A moment later, the click of the lock.

“Well,” Toriko said. “… I guess we should get going, huh?”

#rabbit does fanfiction #otherside picnic

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mysticbeaver · 1 year ago

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After a post I made the other day I had some sudden brainrot at work about Kevin and Nazz's dynamic in the Big Picture Show 👀 Analysis time! This sounded like a great idea until I wrote it down 🥴 Disclaimer: not necessarily my headcanons set in stone, this is all food for thought and discussion is welcome.

So basically, Kevin and Nazz's established dynamic throughout the show is this: Kevin acting cool and trying to impress Nazz, while she goes back and forth between happily hanging out with him as a friend, and being bored/annoyed by his showing-off or even disapproving of his meaner antics. Alot of people often point out the strange reversal of roles in the movie - Nazz blatantly flirts with an unexplicably oblivious Kevin, who is suddenly more interested in his bike than the rad chick he's been pining for for a good while (especially assuming the flashback scene implied he already had a crush on her). I have a headcanon that perhaps Kevin starts losing some interest in Nazz after May I Have This Ed - Edd dancing with her made Kevin realize she's not as into him as he would have wished, and he loses the motivation to grab her attention. Nazz's sudden change in the movie could be explained as her being distressed and upset by the Big Scam damage and destruction, and needing someone to comfort her, not to mention she strikes me as the only character (apart from Jimmy and Sarah) not willing to take the journey alone. Rolf and Jonny's sideplots seem to focus on their lone wolf/loner attitudes, so Nazz's choice of companion is inevitable. Unfortunately, Kevin himself is not in a clear frame of mind (like anyone else really lol) - he's absolutely pissed off and hell-bent on chasing the Eds more than ever. His bike, which he loves riding and mantaining, comes very handy in reaching the Eds before they get to Eddy's Bro, so making sure it keeps running is the only other preoccupation in his head apart from catching up with the dorks.

So, you have these two 12-year olds going out in the wild overnight - a boy with anger issues whose only wish at the moment is to beat the living daylights out of the neighbor he's despised for at least a year, and a girl who maybe likes aforementioned boy, maybe not, but is currently really stressed from the day's mis-Ed-ventures, and just wants someone to hold her close as they sit in front of the fire... a match made in heaven.

And since we're at it, the fireplace scene... it looks like Kevin almost exchanges the flirting, they're clearly about to kiss... and then he just walks off cause he left his bike in the cold. Great job 👌💥 I think when you consider Kevin is type to keep others at arm's length, maybe he wasn't prepared for the moment Nazz actually gets more intimate. Maybe it caught him off-guard and he froze up? They're only kids, after all.

I already hate writing all of this, but if it gets anyone's ideas going, you're welcome 😅 I'm gonna go eat some lasagna for dinner now...

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #or should I say #ed talk #eene nazz #eene kevin

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cljordan-imperium · 2 years ago

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WORD SEARCH

I was tagged a while ago by - @winterandwords

I'm tagging @saltysupercomputer @writingpotato07 @ceph-the-ghost-writer and @late-to-the-fandom

Your words are - clip, light, box, and basket

My words were - read, write, listen, and hear

READ

“Now, Sor, you know me better than that.” Whatever he had done to make Div happy, he was thankful for it, because he was obviously being blessed. Never in the history of millennias’ worth of first dates had he had one start off this easy, not even a second date. Then again, this was Sorina, and this, he hoped, would be his last first one. “But I do believe my lady said something about wanting to take an overnight bag?” An eyebrow rose as he looked down at her beautiful face. “I also assume that you’re going to want a change of shoes for the garden.” He pulled her tighter against him. “I can keep you from getting cold, but not from heels sinking in dirt. I’m liking those heels though, a lot.” There was no misreading the grin and wink he gave her, which got him a laugh and a quick kiss from her.

WRITE - Do not have - so information on the other writing projects of the author goddess

This is not the only major story I write. I have a human I write as well that is not on the internet. She is the daughter of Marie LaVeau and a powerful Creole family in New Orleans area. When I wrote her as an RP character at the same time Abriella was an RP character, they were friends and I would do crossovers between them. The faceclaim for Dartan actually is also the faceclaim for Melania’s older brother Francois. Arch’s faceclaim is also in one of her stories as well. Yes, some of my characters share faces, it’s odd, but it happens. I actually have two stories for Melania. One set in her past and one in the present. The one in the past has around 20 chapters and was started more recently, while the one set in the past was started in 2019 and has around 100. I’ve considered bringing them here, but am not sure.

LISTEN

"If you are ready to get some rest, a room has been prepared for you. I suggested a cell in the dungeon but apparently Cruz didn't want to bother any of our current prisoners from the skirmish with Belphegor." Raguel's voice came from the doorway and Dartan scowled over at him. "Listen asshole, the only reason you're being allowed to stay is so we know where your ass is if we figure out how to undo the spell. No one, and I do mean NO ONE wants you here."

HEAR

“I’m on one side and Chaos there is on the other, there’s pocket doors on each side of the living rooms and bedrooms there, so we can make it so it’s one huge six room apartment if we want. And there’s three bathrooms, so ya don’t have to deal with men’s shit….literally or figuratively.” Dez winked at her and tickled her some too. When he’d heard her laugh from Thinius doing it, he’d loved it. It was melodic and made his heart do a strange rhythm he liked.

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Villages of Western Macedonia

Saturday 28th October 2023

Pentalofos on a Friday evening is a noisy place, which wasn’t a surprise, I knew it would be. First it was the chainsaws, all afternoon. It’s the time of the year for chainsaws. I note that I don’t often see women operating chainsaws. Something about men and power tools; as loud as possible, without any safety clothing. I’d take a wild guess that the operators all have small ones, and need a substitute.

In the evening the four bars are all popular; 70s and 80s music gives an idea of the age of the clientele. But every now and then I quite like this. From my position above the ‘downtown’ I can watch the place, and it’s folk, parading between the bars. Children and dogs also.

And in the morning there is the Orthodox chant, that began this morning at 8 am. The speaker, about 20 metres from where I was parked. I was up and about already, but it didn’t help my concentration on my new literature discovery, the horror of Hans Heinz Ewers, a German who wrote boldly and was quite shocking in the early 1900s, a big influence on Lovecraft.

The Greek Orthodox chant dates back to the origins of the Byzantine times, around the year 400. Chanting in the Orthodox tradition can be described as being halfway between talking and singing; it is musical but not music. Only a few notes are used in chanting, and the chanter reads the words to these notes at a steady rhythm.

Looking back up at Pentalofos this morning..

I’m now in the Grevena region of Western Macedonia. Macedonia means highlands, and travelling the 40 kilometres between Pentalofos and Spileo this morning was a slow rollercoaster of a journey, up and down between about 800 and 1000 metres frequently, on rarely used narrow roads with sharp bends and hairpins. It was tremendous.

The first village I came across was Dilofo, at 1050 metres, and there were quite a few people around, so I parked up, took a wander with Roja, and went in search of coffee. I was soon talking to the locals, who told me it was Autumn Festival day, their real celebration of the year. In the summer there are too many tourists, they told me. One guy asked me why I wasn’t in Mykonos, then smiled, and said that I didn’t look like the sort of person who enjoyed Mykonos, rather, the highlands. He was keen to know where I considered my favourite places, a question I often ponder myself.

The Festival was explained. Preparation of the food was underway, most people drinking iced coffee. It will begin in the late morning and last until about 5 pm. There will be a local band, who were just setting up. Though their very mention caused some laughter. And dancing. It is strictly a local affair, to which they invite two or three other nearby villages. Food is the highlight; kontosouvli, slow cooked pork which then resembles pulled pork, but more spicy, really good actually. I was offered a taste, to go with the coffee I was presented with. Many will drink tsipouro, a local and traditional spirit.

We rolled on, up and down, round the curves steadily, stopping often to take in the spectacular country, and the historical Byzantine sites, bridges, monasteries, chapels, and villages. The weather is pleasant, partly cloudy, a maximum of around 20C, and up at 1000 metres, an overnight low of about 10C.

The village of Spileo is more accessible to day visitors from nearby towns of Grevena and Konitsa, and there were quite a few people having lunch in the village centre, here also most likely, to visit the Portitsa Gorge. The Venetikos river is 300 metres below the village, and the gorge is a popular tourist spot. I drove the curly road down, but with quite a few cars around, and it being early afternoon, I postponed my visit until tomorrow morning, and retreated back, about halfway up the curly road, to a suitable stopover spot I had seen earlier.

We spent an afternoon lazing about, watching sport, catching up on some admin, before a wander prior to the Premiership rugby. The hour gives back across Europe tonight, so it will be dark at around 6 pm tomorrow.

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fahrni · 1 year ago

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️

It looks like we’ll be getting heavy rain all day with chances of flash flooding. I think we’ll be fine where we are as far as flooding goes but I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose power.

Good thing my coffee is brewed and in hand. 😃

Sarah Vogelsong • virginiamercury.com

Youngkin declares state of emergency ahead of Tropical Storm Ophelia

So, yeah, this is why we have a state of emergency here in Virginia. Overnight we got a bit of rain, enough to have standing water in the yard, but we’ll be fine. I feel for folks in lower lying areas. The town of Staunton often has flooding issues. Here’s hoping everyone stays safe and dry today. 🤞🏼

Nathan Edwards • The Verge

Mastodon, the federated microblogging platform, has been updated to version 4.2, which comes with massive improvements to search and the web interface, particularly for logged-out and first-time users.

The tiny open source crew behind Mastodon continues to deliver excellent features and they do it right unlike Space Karen’s company.

While I wish some friends would leave the bird place I’m still extremely happy to have this space to share and have wonderful conversations with amazing people every day. ❤️

Paul Sutter • Space.com

The loss of dark skies is so painful, astronomers coined a new term for it

This is pretty sad, isn’t it? I read this great piece in The Bitter Southerner a few years back that talked about a small town in Georgia Astronomers love because it’s so dark out there. 🌚

Joe George • Den Of Geek

The Star Trek Next Generation Story That Connects the Borg to The Original Series Crew

My question for Star Trek fans, do you love this or hate this?

I like it! 👍🏼

Vjeran Pavic • The Verge

Apple recently extended its deal for Qualcomm modems despite years of effort to develop its own — now we know why. According to a detailed report from the Wall Street Journal, Apple’s attempt to develop its own in-house 5G modem has been stymied by issues resulting from the iPhone maker underestimating the complexity and technical challenges of the task, and a lack of global leadership to guide the separate development groups siloed in the US and abroad.

This is a surprise to me. I can’t see it being because of the technical challenges. I could understand them saying “It’s just not ready.” But a technical challenge? Perhaps? 🤔

Joel Chrono • joelchrono12.xyz

This post was inspired by Rob Fahrni’s post, Saturday Morning Coffee. It has absolutely nothing to do with the content itself, but I got up, served myself a coffe, and wrote all this…

Hey! I inspired someone to write on their blog! That’s never happened before! It’s really wonderful and I hope Joel continues to write and bring us interesting content. Thanks for the love, Joel! ❤️

Ageist

I believe we’ve got retirement wrong. Hear me out. In the early 1990s, I attended my first business trip as a fresh-faced 23-year-old eager to make my mark in the world. I found myself at a workshop, listening to a speaker discuss the concept of retirement. At that age, retirement was a distant, almost foreign concept. Still, one statement from the speaker stuck in my mind: “People know to prepare financially for retirement but don’t know to prepare mentally.” He revealed a startling fact: mortality rates increase dramatically within the first three years of retirement. This revelation has stayed with me ever since.

Right. Do not retire and live like Blue Zone folks live. I actually love this idea.

Not retiring can take on different forms so go read the piece. Folks that know me know I want to write my own software if I ever achieve the financial stability to do it. I’ve considered doing part time work for someone like Starbucks just to socialize a bit. When we lived in Exeter I would frequent Exeter Coffee Company and hang out with a ragtag gang of folks. That’s living in my book. 👍🏼

Robert Harrington • palmerreport.com

What does it mean should Trump’s bail be revoked? First it’s important to recall he’s out on bail on four different felony charges in the first place. In other words, “out on bail” means he’s free and at liberty at the pleasure of four separate jurisdictions. If that bail is revoked in any of those jurisdictions, US marshals will be sent to wherever Trump is at the moment and summarily drag him out — in handcuffs — and take him to jail.

I know some people don’t believe a former President should be indicted of a crime much less be prosecuted or spend time in jail if convicted. I’m certainly not one of those people. TFG is a criminal and as such deserves a bit of time in the clank. 🚓

And, yeah, even at the risk of violence. If we allow certain people to get away with anything we don’t have a democracy or the rule of law. 🧑‍⚖️

Catherine Thorbecke • CNN

Alyssa Henry, the CEO of Square – a unit of Jack Dorsey’s fintech company, Block – will leave her post at the company next month.

I wonder if Jack plans to sell Block off to Space Karen so he can realize his everything app? 🤣

Valerie Ettenhofer • /Film

While you won’t find a “Joker” alternate ending available to view online, rumors about one persist thanks to a tidbit shared by filmmaker Kevin Smith on his “Fatman Beyond” podcast (via CinemaBlend). In a discussion of the film, Smith explains that he was told about a proposed original ending for the movie in which Arthur himself is revealed to be the Wayne family’s killer, and Bruce Wayne ends up in his crosshairs.

This would’ve been an amazing ending for Joker! The only problem with that is we couldn’t have sequels where Joker and Batman tangle.

I want so badly to see a Batman movie or series of movies that feature Joker exclusively. That may be too much to pull off so at the very least give us A Death in The Family in movie form. In Superman vs. Batman we get a glimpse of Robin’s — Jason Todd — armor in a glass case with Jokers writing on it. Great Easter egg.

Dave Rogers

The second night I was there, two more of our classmates joined us. One was a retired Air Force E-9 who’d worked in meteorology his whole career. The other is a highly trained engineer. Climate came up again, this time from the engineer. He’s convinced we can solve the crisis. Our host told him not to ask me, because he wouldn’t like the answer. But our Air Force friend was in my camp. It was interesting to me to listen to his take. Our views differ somewhat, but our conclusions are the same. It’s too late to avert a general collapse of civilization, likely before this century is out.

I like Dave’s writing a lot. He’s very open in what her shares and is extremely concerned with the state of the state of Florida. It’s a complete nightmare to live in if you’re an empathetic, caring, person. The GOP lead government doesn’t care about anyone or anything.

Dave’s take may seem a bit dark but I think he’s hit the nail on the head. We have screwed ourselves in the name of capitalism and investor return. And we’ve screwed future generations. 🤬

Bradley Brownell • Jalopnik

The United Auto Workers strike has expanded from three facilities to 41, as contract negotiations continue to slog on. Ford and the UAW have come together to form a tentative agreement, and while there is still a lot of work to be done, the union has chosen not to expand its striking efforts against Ford facilities.

Here’s an industry where we need radical transformation, now. I know the piece is about workers and I hope they’re able to negotiate and get what they need to survive and thrive.

At one point Detroit was a model of the middle class because of the automobile.

James Robins • defector.com

Musk’s life and personality, it turns out, is not so hard to contain. It is flat and shallow and open for all to read. The difficulty comes when Isaacson tries to impose some fabricated complexity on a not-very-complex man, and uses that illusion of knottiness as an excuse to paper over a much truer and more interesting story.

Space Karen isn’t the genius everyone thinks he is. He’s a bully who needs someone to smash his nose a few times so he’ll understand that treating people like crap has consequences.

Garbage human who managed to con his way into crap tons of money.

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that-angry-noldo · 2 years ago

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@curiouselleth literally say less

Post-kinslaying Finarfin experiences great number of stress factors at once

i will forever stand by the fact that the First Kinslaying was as traumatic for him as for anybody else, considering his relationship with the Teleri

He lost/got separated from all of his kids and (presumably) his wife

His father is dead, and his mother and remaining sister travel to Valimar

he became a King overnight, a position that noone prepared him for

May I remind you that Valinor is still dark and noone knows what will happen next, so he becomes King in a state of extreme uncertainity and unrest

(more under the cut)

When I first started thinking about Finarfin, I imagined him as a quiet, melancholic man. I think it was my general headcanon from way back then that he didn't take the Flight of Noldor easy; I didn't think of it as of full-on depression, though, more that it left him deeply scarred and broken. However, more headcanons (as well as few canon bits we have) piled up: Earwen leaving him, Indis and Findis moving to Valimar; the stress that comes with a sudden responsibilty for an entire nation; i remember describing him in one of my meta posts with this:

And if sometimes he wants to scream and to cry and feels like he's about to shatter into millions of pieces - well, he deserves it, doesn't he? After all, he's not the one who's hurting. Or, he's not the one who's hurting the worst.

That was my general headcanon for a while: he acts strong, while in reality he feels like he's one step from breaking. He's also used to belittling his own pain (Alqualonde played major part in this - sometimes he feels that he's not allowed to hurt because, in the end, he's associated with offensive party, being king of Noldor and all). This is also featured in my later fic:

But he stays silent. (Of course he stays silent. He always does.) Because Findis needs her mother more than Arafinwe. Because Indis grives the loss of her other kids and grandkids, so of course she can't be there for Arafinwe right now. Because Miriel isn't at fault for wanting to live. Because Eärwen isn't wrong for mourning without him.

I think at this point I pretty much started headcanoning him with some sort of depression (clinical, most likely); which is already an interesting concept to explore on its own, with Aman's lack of experience with depression in general. Then it all just added up when I started writing "Hey Cyclops".

I already had few fic ideas where Finarfin had to face up the "ghosts" of past: where he kept seeing visions of Finrod, or hearing noises such as laughter or singing, etc. However, I decided to add something new to "Cyclops" - basically, I decided to make Fingolfin's spirit... haunt Finarfin? Then I incidentally reffered to Finarfin not "seeing", but "hallucinating" Fingolfin when chatting with my friend, and I went oh. oh this actually makes so much more sense now

So, I did some research and. Yeah. Psychotic depression is a variation of major (clinical) depression and can be caused by stressful life events such as bereavement, divorce, serious illness or financial worries; its symptoms may be fatigue (exhaustion), loss of pleasure in things, disturbed sleep, changes in appetite, feeling worthless and guilty, being unable to concentrate or being indecisive, thoughts of death or suicide, delusions and hallucinations (i italized things i usually apply to finarfin). And that was a horryfying concept! Mostly because I didn't know whether I want to write about something I have so little experience about, but also because... I've never applied headcanons like this to a character before? Obviously I have a few original characters who suffer from some kind of mentall illness, but i've never applied that to already existant character.

But, after few days, I decided that I do want to go with that route for now (that's when I wrote my latest finarfin fanfic). I even thought about creating a seperate au which deals with that (finarfin's mental state pre- and post-WoW)

Please let me know if you find this interesting! I have so much more headcanons i'd really love to share but I'm not sure whether people would want to read them

i want to talk about my finarfin & mental health headcanons

#finarfin

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SUMMARY ◆ You’ve been Anakin Skywalker’s Padawan for almost five years now, recieving training from one of the most brilliant Jedi Knights you have ever met. In an attempt to further your training, you and your Master take a trip to Naboo, however, it is soon revealed that your feelings will get in the way.

WARNING(S) ◆ Smut, lowkey slow burn, anakin being hot but what’s new, dirty talk, authority kink, virginity kink, bye

WORDS ◆ 7.8k and i regret nothing

NOTE ◆ I wrote this during heartbreak so this is me totally projecting

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THERE WAS SOMETHING INCREASINGLY PLEASANT ABOUT BEING ON NABOO. You were quick to realize that the planet’s beauty that was always spoken about was not just a thing of rumors, and that, in fact, the place was even more beautiful than you could possibly imagine. The way that every tree hung perfectly, with it’s branches begging to be touched by a passerby, and how every single animal that grazed along it’s pastures had a sense of calm that you had never felt in all your years of living in the galaxy.

The villa along the large lake a few miles away from the main city was a thing of dreamlike structures. It’s columns held intricate pieces of wood and stone and the balconies that overlooked both water and flower fields were more welcoming than you could ever imagine. A own little touch of paradise, and you would be staying here for only a week.

The war, which you had been flung into only a few years into your training, was going on longer than anyone anticipated. The separatists were not letting up on their preposition to become a sovereign state, and the deaths of thousands mass produced clones has become a daily thing. It took a great toll on everyone involved, and more specifically the Padawan’s like yourself that were not at all prepared for this type of environment for your training. When you were just a youngling, all you expected was to go on lots of missions with your Master that would be Jedi affairs, not Republic ones. In a way, you felt as if you were being robbed of something that you weren’t quite sure how to pinpoint, an innocence in a way.

This was the Council’s way of trying to make it up to you. You knew that it wasn’t supposed to actually be a vacation, no, you were meant to keep up with your training, just in a different environment that would make you more akin with the Force. And that place was Naboo, tranquility in the form of a planet.

“I can feel your apprehension,” Your Master told you, walking in front of you up the stone stairs that came up to the front door of the place you would be staying in with him. Behind you was a ship, no one inside to accompany the two of you. To do this right, as the Council said, you were not to be distracted by anyone else, no clones, no droids, no nothing.

If only they knew that it didn’t matter if there was no one other than your Master to engage with, because Anakin Skywalker, alone, was able to distract you for hours on end if you really put your mind to it. Anakin and you were very similar in age, early adult years, and yet he had the role of Master and you were still just a Padawan. You knew that it was because of his efforts during the Battle of Geonosis at the very beginning of the war, and that alone was enough to grant him the title of Jedi Knight, but it still was awkward at points when he talked down on you, because really, he had only two years more experience in life than you did.

You did what you were told. You always did. As a youngling you had a temper, a rebellious streak that for a time was almost concerning for the Council and the Master’s that taught you. And yet, here you were, a respectful young Jedi. Over the years you have grown, probably more than any other youngling that the Order has ever seen. It was like overnight somehow you turned from a child to a young woman, and you were adamant about completing your studies so that you could become a Jedi Knight. Those plans, however, got incredibly tainted with the war, and then with the introduction of you and your Master. It was a rather uncalled for pairing. You were hoping for someone like Master Yoda to take you as his Padawan or even for master Plo Koon, yet it was wildly noted that you were picked by Anakin Skywalker yourself. A rather odd thing and he still hasn’t told you completely why.

Anakin was not entirely a man of secrets. You could ask him things about almost anything and he would tell you. The only thing that he kept guarded in the deepest parts of his mind was things of his past, and his reasoning behind making such vast decisions like taking on a Padawan during a large civil war. But you and Anakin still managed to be very close, the Force growing strong between both of you as if it too agreed in your compatibility.

You shook your head, immediately refuting his accusations. “No, it’s not apprehension,” you told him, eyes coming up to meet the back of his head since he wasn’t looking at you. “Just concern, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” Your Master questioned. The second that his foot came up to the top of the stairs, his figure turned around and faced you, those bold, blue eyes of his racing to meet your own. “If you have any doubts about anything, tell me, I am your Master after all.”

That’s exactly that problem, you thought to yourself, making sure that your mental shields were up to guard it. That was the last thing that you needed, for him to know the things that you wished to push down into the darkest depths of your mind. That was the Jedi way, after all, keep all those emotions that were considered dangerous and a path to the dark side in a little cage in your mind and throw away the key. The thought of simply just being with him here alone made your brain almost electrify yourself, thinking about all the possibilities of slipping up and revealing all your emotions towards your Master directly to him. It was something to fear, and yet you were not allowed to fear.

You offered him the fakest smile that you could muster, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m alright. Let’s just get inside, it’s almost dark.” The setting sun was directly to your back, illuminating him in front of you like he was something to be marvelled at. And to your defense, Anakin Skywalker was definitely something to be marvelled at. His chiseled cheeks only looked more distinguished in the golden light, along with his dark brown hair that seemed to catch it just right. It made you feel weak in the knees, these thoughts of him, and you knew it was wrong to think of him in such ways - but you just couldn’t stop. Every time you tried to vilify him in your mind, another reason why you should love popped right back up in its place. It was a deadly cycle that you have shamelessly fallen victim to, and there was nothing that you could do to stop it or further this attraction. It was forbidden.

The moment that you stepped into the building, a sigh left your lips, eyes taking in all your surroundings. It was marvellous. There were marbled stone floors that were covered in rugs in some places, plush couches in the middle of the room, and off to the side were the counters of the kitchen, all looking as if no one had ever stepped foot in here. Suddenly you felt out of place here, like you weren’t good enough to live in such a lavish way. After all, your temple rooms were nothing compared to this. They were bland, sandy and brown colors everywhere. Only a dresser with a small mirror and a bed were in it. Yet here, there were different hues of reds, greens, and blues, tables and chairs and fancy lamps, and plants that added almost another dimension to the already breathtaking house.

“It’s - It’s,” You started, not able to find the correct words for what you were trying to say.

Luckily, Anakin finished your sentence, “Breathtaking. It’s breathtaking.”

You turned to look back at him, taking in his features for just a moment more.

Breathtaking, you thought to yourself. Yes, everything here is just breathtaking.

The soft silks of your bed sheets rolled between your fingers, tempting you to lay into bed and never get back up. How on Earth were you supposed to keep training when you were living like this? You could imagine yourself, not as a Jedi but as a normal person, eating wild berries as you sat on your bed near the balcony, looking towards the horizon and not having one single worry in that head of yours. It was tantalizing, the perfect picture in your mind of what you wished to be.

“You think too loud.”

You spun around to only be met with your Master, who was leaning against your doorframe effortlessly. A heat rose up to your cheeks, realizing that you hadn’t been taking the proper precautions of keeping those thoughts only to yourself. They were just little flings of ideas, nothing too brash that could get you into any trouble. “Sorry, Master, I shouldn’t have been thinking of slacking off when we have work to do in the coming days.”

A chuckle escaped his lips from deep within his chest. “It’s okay, Y/N, really, if I am being honest, I was thinking the same not too long ago.”

That was shocking news to you. You always thought that Anakin always wanted to be on the run, as if this trip that he had to take with you was annoying to him because he had to take time away from the front lines of the war. But it also made sense, even victorious war generals get tired sooner or later. Perhaps you didn’t know him as much as you thought that you did. This trip wasn’t just for you, it was for the both of you. It was good to go back to basics, remember the first feelings of the force and go from there.

“And here I was thinking that you didn’t want to be here,” You mused.

Your Master laughed at your jest. “No, quite the opposite. It’ll be nice to take a step back from life for a little bit and get some much needed rest.”

“I didn’t know that General Skywalker knew what rest meant,” You continued on your playful banter.

“I don’t,” He chuckled. “Maybe you can teach me?”

Now that sends you through a loop. You knew that he was probably just playing around with you, since you were teasing him a little bit. But that sentence was enough for that place in your mind to unlock all the fantasies you had in your head about him, the ones that you only dared touch when you knew you were alone and it was the dead of night so no was there to read them. You held yourself back from becoming flustered, knowing the moment you showed any signs of it that he would know that something was up. Instead you simply nodded your head, taking your eyes off of him to the balcony that was open to your room, seeing the way that the moonlight illuminated the waves of the water. “Perhaps after training tomorrow, we could go by the water?” You asked him.

“Sure thing,” Anakin said, turning on his heel and making his way out of your room. You took a sigh of relief at his absence, not because you wanted him gone, but because seeing him in such a leisurely setting was starting to get to your head. That dizzy feeling that got to your head every time you looked at him for too long started to subside, and you were left with only your thoughts as you put away some robes you packed for the stay.

The moment that your head hit the soft, plush pillow of your large bed, you were completely enveloped by sleep. In your dreams you only saw you and Anakin, happy and smiling in the gracious flower fields of Naboo, preparing meals together half dressed in the kitchen, and falling asleep in each other's arms. It was so real and lifelike that when you woke up in the morning, you felt as if you had awoken from an alternate universe.

Anakin didn’t know what he was doing.

Of course he was excited to be able to take a break from the long, withheld war between the Republic and the Separatists, but at the same time he knew that being alone with you was going to be a struggle for him. Anakin loved to train you, he really did. You were a loyal Padawan to the Order and was eager to learn the ways of the Force by his instruction. He knew the moment that he saw you that he wanted to train you. But he hadn’t prepared for him to become so emotionally attached to you, and it was tearing the young Jedi apart.

It was incredibly taboo of him to gain these feelings for two reasons. One: the Jedi were forbidden from attachment. And although Anakin hadn’t been known for following all the rules of the Jedi, he knew that attachment could possibly lead to dark places if he wasn’t careful. Two: you were his Padawan. It may have been different if you were within the same ranks as him, but you were not. He was supposed to be your teacher, and there was no way that he would take advantage of his position of power over you if you were not willing.

He, too, was having doubts about this vacation. Anakin almost asked his First in Command, Rex, if he would accompany the two Jedi for the week, but there was too much going on for the clone to take time off. So it was just you and him, alone in this house on this beautiful planet. Anakin was uneasy up until the moment he walked in your room last night when for a half a second he could sense your aura from the Force, and it was also uneasy about being with him alone. It was strange, since you were clearly hiding these thoughts from him with your mental shields whenever you were around him. But the moment he left you alone, those shields came down.

“Don’t think about keeping yourself up, the Force will do that on it’s own as long as you keep the connection with it. Focus on the rocks,” Anakin told you, walking around you in circles as you were in a handstand, mentally bringing up some rocks off the ground and stacking them off to your side. This was generally a lesson that a youngling would be given, though it was a good mental exercise. And in Anakin’s opinion: it was way better than meditating. “Feel it flow through you, allow it to take you over and become one with it.” These were the same things that Master Obi-Wan had taught him.

It was a bright, sunny day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as the time reached a little bit past noon. Training outside in the fields of Naboo were easier than doing so at the Jedi Temple, considering there was more nature that was akin to all aspects of the force. And the sun felt good on both of your skin, smelling the natural air that had a fluorescent scent to it rather than the smog and industrial life of Coruscant.

Your muscles were beginning to strain from underneath you as your head tilted to the side, watching all the rocks fall into place to your left. Even though the Force provided much needed relief on your arms, they were beginning to let out. There was one more rock for you to move and it was the smallest one, a tiny little pebble that needed to go on the top. It was such a small mass, yet with all of this mental and physical strain, it felt like a boulder to move across the air slowly with your mind. All you wanted was for Master Skywalker to feel proud of you. You wanted to see that smile on his face as you lifted that last pebble up and was allowed to finish your studies for the day.

The more you concentrated, the more you could feel the Force flow right through you. It could be felt in the tingling of your palms, sending vibrations towards the center of your chest while your blood flowed. Almost more importantly, you could feel Anakin’s eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to make your next move. Slowly, but surely, the little pebble made its way towards the top of the stacked rocks. Your eyes widened with joy, but immediately squinted back up when it shook a tiny bit. The moment that the bottom of it hit the top, you released your much concentrated attachment with the Force, and allowed yourself to fall seamlessly to the ground. The blood rushed back to your head, making your eyes darken to adjust. Once you could see again, you saw Anakin standing over you, that grin you had looked forward to seeing on his face.

“Not bad, Padawan,” He said in an appealing tone, extending a hand to help you up to your feet. You were quick to take it, ignoring the way that your heart soared as your skin touched against his skin. “We should go back to the house.” He almost turned and began walking away, but you scrunch your nose up and kept his hand in a tight grip, prompting him to look right back at you with a confused look. “What’s up?”

“You promised we could go to the water afterwards,” You told him, hoping that you were jogging his memory from last night.

But you didn’t need to jog Anakin’s memory, because he had been thinking about it ever since you asked. Thinking about having to watch you submerge under the water and come back up, drops of clear blue dripping down your exposed shoulders, and keeping himself from doing something that he would most likely regret when you would reject him, scolding him for his thinking. He thought about the way he wanted to put his hands on your hips and pull you as close as you possibly could get to him, taking the opportunity to pepper kisses along your smooth skin. It killed him to think that you probably didn’t think the same way about him, it was going to goddamn tear him apart.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to go back on his promise to you. It was the least he could do after thinking such sinful things about you. Anakin’s gave you a nod and walked beside you on the short trail to the large lake. You could hear the water ripple towards the small shoreline, coming up and then receding back again in a timely fashion. You kicked off your shoes, deciding that your tank top and pants were okay to get wet, especially since you wouldn’t take the risk of undressing in front of Anakin. As much as the thought was tempting, you knew better than to test your luck. Anakin watched with intensity as you got into the water, going deep enough to where only the tops of your shoulders and up were exposed. Maker, he cursed himself, did you have to look so good barely doing anything?

You cocked your head to the side. “Well . . . are you going to get in or just stare at me?” You asked, immediately submerging yourself under the water to ignore what he had to say about your teasing. Your heart thumped profusely as you sat there under the water holding your breath. Anakin had been looking at you.

He mentally cursed himself once again, taking his shoes off and following you into the water. It did feel good, the water having an almost calming effect over him as he walked deeper in the lake. He looked around him, taking in the appearance of all the beautiful trees that lined up, beautiful fruit hanging off of the branches. Little flowers were along the bay, facing right towards him as if they were welcoming him to their home.

The sun spilled harsh rays along his skin, causing Anakin to dip his head down fully into the water. Once he came back up for air, his eyes shifted over to you, both of you holding a type of eye contact that you swore almost knocked your breath out. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, like he was looking right into your soul and you to his, a sense of desire burning a pit in your stomach. Feeling exposed, you shifted your gaze to the fish swimming in the water near you. You could still feel his eyes on you, in them holding truths that he wished to tell you, but being unable to put the words together to explain.

“There’s something that you’re not telling me.”

Your eyes opened at your Master’s voice and looked directly at him. You had been meditating on your bed before sleeping, knowing that you hadn’t gotten the necessary amount of meditating that you needed for the day. At the temple they usually kept you on some kind of schedule, though here with Anakin rules were a little - no, more loose than normal.

Anakin once again stood in your doorframe, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in, like he didn’t feel like he had a place stepping into your bedroom. You searched his face to gauge a feeling for what he was talking about, looking for hints of mischief or anger. There was nothing, his face was completely blank, almost too blank like he was hiding something from you.

You knew you had nothing to hide - or at least nothing that he should know about. “I don’t know what you mean, Master,” You replied, uncrossing your legs from their criss cross position and hugging them close to your chest. “Have I done something wrong?”

That answer seemed to not satisfy him, because for a moment something flickered in his eyes. “No, nothing like that,” He told you, furrowing his brows together and taking a tentative step closer into your room. “It’s just, I get this feeling when I’m around you. Your force signature . . . like something is just gnawing at you and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Oh, you were screwed. Alarms blared in your mind, thinking about how you had let your thoughts run too much during this trip. All the worst outcomes of this came to your mind, like how he would laugh at your growing feelings towards him, how much you wanted him almost shamelessly. It made your stomach twist into several knots, wanting to bury yourself into a hole and never ever come out of it again.

Your face and the Force must’ve told it all, because he spoke again, saying, “There. Right there. I can feel it, Y/N. Just talk to me. What is going on?” Your bottom lip quivered, knowing that there was no way you were getting out of this. This was it. The day you had been dreading and hoping didn’t come. Everything was about to come crash down onto your life.

“I can’t,” You said in a low voice, shifting your weight to sit at the edge of the bed, putting your head into your hands and staring down at the plush carpet in an attempt to get away from his stare. Almost as if you thought if you looked away long enough, he would suddenly disappear.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’? You’re my Padawan, you can tell me anything.”

Padawan. The title felt foreign in your mind now. It was something that you knew you couldn’t hold onto for much longer once the truth was out. You would be stripped of it and be a Jedi no more. The council would hear of your feelings and immediately expel you. Padawan. Padawan. Padawan. The more the word bounced around in your mind the more you felt tears welling up into your eyes.

And you didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you said it, but your hands were balling up into fists as you said, “That’s what’s wrong!” Your head tilted up, seeing that Anakin had walked closer to you, towering over your frame. His face showed confusion, not understanding what you were alluding to. He didn’t even have to say it, but his expression was saying explain.

How could you even begin?

You were wordless.

“Please . . . I just want to help you,” Anakin told you, his hand coming to grab onto your forearm. The touch felt like hot coals on your body, scorching your soul. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” Which you knew translated to I don’t like not knowing how to fix it.

“It’s you,” You confessed. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

For a moment, Anakin thought that he had stepped into some parallel universe. Or that this was some sort of prank let on by someone else. There was no way that this was happening, you were confessing. You had been thinking about him, probably as much as he was thinking about you. It felt as if the world had turned on its axis and was spinning the opposite direction.

You, on the other hand, was waiting for the words that never came. You expected him to immediately tell you that he was going to report you to the Council. And yet, he stood there, almost looking as dumbfounded as you did, maybe even more. This prompted you to stand up, his hand falling down and getting dangerously close to your own.

“I know . . .” You started again, seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything. “I know that it’s wrong, that I shouldn’t be thinking of you in the ways that I am. But I can’t stop, Anakin, you consume me.”

The usage of his name snapped him back to reality and out of his own spinning thoughts, and hearing it come from specifically your lips was not helping his frame of mind. It sounded . . . different coming from your mouth. Like you were saying it like a praise rather than just a passing phrase like most people did. He wanted you to say it over and over again, repeating it like a mantra you were to speak or you would die if you didn’t. His eyes flickered into your own and saw how scared you were of how he would react and how he was definitely not helping to settle your nerves.

In truth, he didn’t know how to handle this situation. After all, this was not a lesson that had been given to him and he was definitely not in the best place to tell you anything, since his emotions were starting to cloud his judgement and all he could think was how he wished to tell you he felt the same way.

You waited for his response, getting impatient and wanting to just get this over with. You were waiting for the words he was supposed to say.

But Anakin didn’t always do the things he was supposed to do.

“You and I both know that forming attachments isn’t allowed,” Anakin said. “And yet I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

A visible look of shock washed over your face, mouth opening slightly and eyes widening, heart pounding against your ribcage. His hand reached down and grabbed your own, fingertips softly touching the palm of your hand. This felt like a dream. Were you sure that you weren’t dreaming? No, this was definitely real. Anakin was in front of you for sure, confessing that he was feeling the exact same way.

Anakin tipped his head down to meet your own, his breath fanning along your face, making you shiver. Your breath hitched in your throat, his lips brushing against your own, almost like he was testing you. You could feel the tips of his hair tickling against your forehead, nose against nose. You were so close. The hand on your own was grasping now, pulling your body close to his. And the two of you sat there, lips millimeters close while each of your minds buzzed with the feeling of doing something so daring.

You felt yourself going mad, you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t wait. All of your feelings erupted inside of your throat and suddenly you were kissing him, lips smashing against his own with no care in the world. You didn’t care about the Council, the Code . . . anything. All you cared about was Anakin, wanting as much of him that he was willing to give you.

You had never really kissed anyone before. There was a moment back when you were only ten and you were with another youngling, seeing one of the citizens of Coruscant kissing each other on the street. Interested in what they were doing, you and your friend kissed, thinking that it was weird and dismissing it. That had been your first kiss, a rather embarrassing one, but it was nothing compared to the way Anakin kissed you. He kissed you like there was a purpose to every single move of his muscles. He kissed you like you were forbidden fruit and he was starving.

His other hand came up to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and keeping your face close to his. For just a moment his tongue slipped into your mouth and you made a small sound, butterflies swarming in your stomach. You tried to mimic what he was doing, going with your instincts and grasping onto his bicep, feeling the taut muscles under your touch.

Everything about yours and his actions were needy and hungry, wanting each other with such need that you had pushed down for so long. All of it seemed to come out of you like crashing waves. The kissing was nice, though after a while you needed more, you were dying for more of him. Please, Anakin, you thought.

What do you want, Padawan? He asked through his thoughts to you, hand coming to caress your face to look down at you. You looked into those big, blue eyes of his that never ceased to awaken something within you.

“You, Anakin, I want you,” You whispered to him, as if someone was going to hear if you talked too loud. “Please.” You thought that you probably sounded like someone desperate, and in a way you were, you had waited for this forever and had convinced yourself that it would never happen. But he thought the exact opposite, he marvelled in the way that you looked at him, wanting to show you how much you truly meant to him. The attraction and lust was there, intermingled with something more that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

He didn’t hesitate to give you what you wanted, slowly inching you towards the bed and helping you rest on your back, the silk sheets against the back of your arms and neck. Anakin was quick to follow, climbing on top of you and connecting his lips onto the skin right below your jaw. His lips were soft like snowflakes falling onto your skin, creating a masterpiece on your skin like you were his canvas. It all felt too good, the Force heightening the sensations to an almost unbearable amount. It sent shockwaves to your core, igniting a feeling you often only felt during the late hours of the night.

Seeing how well your body responded to him, well, almost drove Anakin crazy. You were so willing, so ready for him that his mind became cloudy, the only thing he could make out was his thoughts of you. Nothing about the war, the Council, the fact that he was your Master . . . It all blew away with the wind. His lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck, paying extra attention to the places that made you breath out more than the others. Your hands found their respective place in his hair, feeling the softness of the dirty blonde curls between your fingers.

Your clothes suddenly felt foreign on your body, you wanted them off, you wanted his off so that you could see all of him. He seemed to hear your thoughts, humming against your skin and pulling away, pressing a soft, firm kiss to your lips and helping you get out of them, and in turn you helped him get out of his.

Anakin’s body was like nothing you imagined. He was breathtaking. You knew that he had a nice body because of all the training and countless amounts of physical strain he has been through, but looking at those abs that he had, along with the sun kissed skin he had, you felt your throat close up, feeling inferior to what he looked like. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” He spoke to your thoughts. “Don’t ever think that you’re not.” And you believed him.

His hands came to your hips, fingers toying with the fabric of your underwear that was the only thing blocking him from seeing you fully. His eyes scanned you, taking in the sheer and utter beauty before him. He wanted to kiss, lick, and nip on every single inch of skin on you. He wanted to learn each and every single curve, hear every story behind your scars, and know just what touches would have you squirming from underneath him.

No one has seen you this exposed before. You didn’t know whether or not to feel embarrassed, because he seemed to know what he was doing. It was not that you had taken the Jedi code to heart, but you simply hadn’t known anyone that you found enough to take that last piece of innocence from you - no one except Master Skywalker. And only now did you actually realize what was going to happen.

Your whole body felt hot, needing to feel the release that was beginning to build up from all of his kisses and your imagination running its course. “Anakin,” You breathed out, not knowing how to form into words what you wanted from him. Of course he knew, he could feel your force signature morph into something almost sinful, something he was sure he was emitting himself. After all, neither of you were hiding anything anymore. He knew exactly what he was going to do to you so that he could hear the plethora of moans that he knew you had just for him, wanting to hear his name come off of your lips in pleasure.

His head ducked down and kissed your hipbone, fingers hooking under your underwear and slowly sliding them off. Your eyes stayed on his actions, mouth forming into an ‘O’ when you realized what he was going to do. He was going to use his mouth on you. These were only things that you thought in your deepest, darkest fantasies, like he had reached into those parts of your mind and did exactly what you wanted.

As if Anakin was just tempting you, he pressed another slow kiss to the inside of your thigh and then did the same thing to the other side. Your hips lifted up only slightly, showing him that you couldn’t wait much longer. A chuckle left him, eyes reaching your own and saying, “Eager?” You weren’t even ashamed when you shook your head, keeping eye contact with him as he licked a bold stripe right up your slit. It felt as if an earthquake hit your body, your back arching and hands gripping onto his hair.

He hummed against you, liking the way that you responded to his actions. If he had it his way, he would sit here with you like this for hours on end, bringing you up to that high place again and again until you were a wrecked mess before him. It made him simply go crazy to think that he was the first person to ever do this to you, that he would be the first of anyone to hear those moans and profanities that slipped from your cherry kissed lips. Anakin’s own thoughts made him groan out, a noise that you played on repeat in your mind as your eyes screwed closed.

Your thighs quivered beside his face, attempting to squeeze shut so that you could keep him there forever. But his hands came and held them in place, fingers digging into your muscles that gave in to his touch like it was nothing. You were putty in his hands, the only movement you had was your hands pulling on his hair and the arch of your back while he lapped his tongue against you with no mercy.

“Stay still,” He told you, pulling away for a moment to lick what was left of you on his lips. You nodded, chest heaving and heart sinking at the loss of contact. But Anakin didn’t leave for long, his mouth on your clit accompanied with one of his fingers circling your entrance. You nearly lost it when he dipped his middle finger in experimentally, gauging your reaction. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, which only amplified once his finger pushed into you all the way.

You didn’t even attempt to try and censor the obscenities that came out of your mouth, mixed in rhyme with his name. Anakin. Anakin. Anakin. It was the only word that felt real in your mind.

You waited for that final jump towards a euphoric end, but it never came. Instead Anakin pulled away from you and his fingers left, making you feel uneasily empty. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was pulling down his boxers, taking his cock into his hands and watching as you almost became slack jawed - realizing what was about to happen. A moment of worry nestled its way into your mind, making your heart thump. If anyone was to find out, you would surely not be accepted back into the Order. You would never be able to have Anakin again. Jedi were not to fear, and yet here you were, fearing that you would lose the one person that you cared about - the only one you knew cared about you.

It was your moment to choose. You knew that if you backed out, at least you would be able to work under him still and not have his affections. It would be better than never seeing him again. And yet, you couldn’t see your life without him, all of him. Not just the side that was your Master.

Anakin sensed your worry, taking your chin in his hands so that you looked up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked you, not wanting to move forward before you were ready. And God, were you ready.

And with all the courage that you mustered up, you gave him a small smile and said, “Yes.” You felt like you were flinging yourself off of some sort of cliff, or even more sinfully feeling like you were Persephone, cutting up her own slice of pomegranate and looking right into Hades eyes as she tasted the fruit, securing your fate that you would stay with him. You would stay with Anakin, even if it was only for this night.

He nestled between your legs and you could feel his tip press against your entrance. Air was caught in your lungs, sitting up on your elbows so that you could see as he eased himself into you. A sting of pain and a subtle feeling of pleasure was seated inside of you, watching as his cock be enveloped by you inch by inch. Anakin hissed at the feeling, you were so goddamn tight and he never wanted to stop from being inside of you. Once all of him was inside, he leaned over so his head was in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your searing skin as you adjusted to him bottoming out.

You urged him to continue, thinking that the discomfort would soon go away with time. And you were eager to get all of him that you could, temptation coming forward instead of reason. He pulled out all the way then eased himself back in, continuing the slower pace and watching your reaction before him, your hands reaching to his back and finding their place there. One of his hands kept your legs open, taking you by your thigh and hoisting it up.

It took all that he could muster to not just ram into you, the want starting to cloud his judgment. The Force felt as if it was pushing both you and him towards each other, the connection almost driving each of you crazy. “You feel . . .” He started. “You feel so good.” That alone, along with the raspiness in his voice, made a fire erupt in your stomach. You sighed in response, eyes fluttering closed once again.

And then, much to his surprise, you whispered, “Go faster, Anakin.” You needed him so bad you felt like you were going to explode, lust enveloping the both of you and intertwining with your Force energies.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and he gripped onto the leg he lifted up, beginning a slightly faster rhythm that had you arching your neck and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Anakin was so big, stretching you out in just the right way that had you almost keeling over if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on you. Your one leg wrapped along his waist, heel digging into his back while his pace increased.

This angle he had you in made you yelp and moan shamelessly, not caring if people all the way in the capital could hear you as you yelled his name like a prayer. His pace finally became a fast rhythm and you found comfort in being to finally feel nothing but pleasure with every deep stroke he made.

In this place, it was only you and him. Like you were in your own little place of paradise where you could explore each other in every way. There was nothing that could take this moment from you or him, this moment would forever be engraved in your mind for many years to come, remembering the way that he moaned out your name and the way he looked when you opened your eyes to peek at his face. His brows were furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead and mouth spilled open saying nothing but your name.

He made you feel so good, so euphoric that the fire grew and grew, becoming a wildfire raging inside of you. And you looked so heavenly to him, the way that your eyes only looked at him, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust he gave you. You took him so well, like you were made for only him. His hips brushed against your own, hand coming up to caress your cheek, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

You weren’t going to last much longer. Not with the way that he was pounding into you with sheer force you didn’t know was possible until now. But you didn’t want this to end, you never wanted this to end in fear that things would go back to the way they were before. You would have to try and forget that this ever happened. It wasn’t something you wanted to do and didn’t even know if you had the strength to do it. After this moment both of you would be connected.

You made a guttural noise, teetering over the edge of what felt like a wave of bliss. This was it, there was no way that you could keep yourself from it now. It only took a singular deep stroke of his cock to send you right over the edge, your back arching and body spasming, his name rolling off of your tongue in the most sinful way you have ever said it before. Your hands gripped for any part of him that you could reach, groping his muscles to keep him close to you. He didn’t stop moving inside of you, making you ride it out even harder as he chased his own high.

You were so sensitive as he fucked into you, giving you no mercy. He groaned as you came, watching the way that your eyes screwed shut and mouth opening in as you sucked in harsh breaths. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was close, wondering if he was going to cum inside of you or pull out before he did. He did the latter, taking one more deep stroke before pulling out. Anakin was about to start stroking himself with his hand but you rushed with your own to meet him there, using your own and pumping a few times.

A string of profanities came from his lips as he came, white hot liquid spurting onto your stomach, dripping like beads coating your skin. He had no shame as he shuddered, muscles flexing with every passing second. He drank in your body, seeing how wet you were for him, how soft your hand was on his cock, how much he longed to see you like this more times before you and him left back for the war. And soon enough he was finished, the only thing between both of you was both of your panting breaths.

Anakin moved to grab something on the floor, realizing that it was the shirt he had on before and moving to wipe your stomach off, dropping it to the floor and coming to lay down next to you. You winced for a moment as you moved to look at him, his own eyes staring at the ceiling. You were scared of what was to come next, if there was anything that was supposed to come next. You knew that the two of you couldn’t be together, at least openly, though it was even risky to continue doing something like this in private.

“Anakin,” You called out to him, forcing him to look at you. “What will happen next?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know,” He responded. All he knew was that he wanted you, again and again. In the domestic moments and in the explicit ones like before. You were so tantalizing, and he realized now that because he had tasted the forbidden fruit that was you, he would never be able to stop. There was simply no way that he would be able to conceal his want for you from you anymore.

You waited for his answer, knowing that it would probably be one you didn’t want to hear. But for the second time this evening, Anakin surprised you again.

He leaned over and kissed you.

And you knew his answer from that.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #star wars #star wars prequels #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars smut

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ask-a-paternal-cryptid · 3 years ago

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We're back baby!

I lost the plot and therefore motivation on this blog like years ago but I recently read back through and wrote out some better anchorpoints to guide it along! I'm determined now to not let this become another ghostblog

So, here is all the important points that have happened so far to best ground where we are! (If you're new to the blog I reccomend reading the whole blog through anyway as it has more description and interactions and fun stuff, this is more a refresher)

Part 1:

-Patton is a mysterious cryptid who lives in a national park.

-He eats the hearts of animals, getting his energy and nutrition from their emotions at their time of death, so it is in his best interest to catch them unaware and kill swiftly

-He has strong feelings about the circle of life, to a spiritual extent

-He is preparing for hibernation, as it is autumn, and his food stores are low, he needs either an impossible amount of animal hearts, or some sort of nutrient-dense emotionally complex energy source (incredibly, this is available in the form of human hearts, though he finds it too risky to enter civilization to find these)

-Three humans who appear to be lost wander near his cave and approach a bait picnic he left for critters

-Asks can now be heard by him through various silver birds that only he can understand, he is curious but generally unperturbed

Fig1:

Part 2

-Patton disguises himself as a human and approaches the group

Fig2:

-virgil is apprehensive, logan understands that they need help and have no choice but to seek it from Patton

-Roman is given water and Patton offers hospitality

-Patton convinces the group to stay the night, askers bring gifts for the humans and they have a nice night over a bonfire before bed

Part 3

-askers try to lure virgil to Patton's undisguised form overnight but fail, as the humans cannot understand asks linguistically, they appear as oddly behaving birds

-askers instead get into a moral debate with Patton over his plans, causing him to have an audible outburst which attracts virgil

-a panicked confrontation occurs for both sides, patton impulsively knocks virgil unconcious

-Roman is alerted by the askers and brought to Patton who subsequently knocks him out as well

-Logan is awoken by the screams and is able to confront Patton and initiate a back and forth. Now that he is aware of the situation regarding Patton, he begins to understand the askers.

-logan is told Patton's plans and a struggle ensues, patton restrains logan and ties up all three humans

Part 4

-All humans awake with the ability to understand askers

-breakfast is provided and wounds are tended to, patron attempts to explain himself and smooth things over, with, expectedly, little success, but some nerves are calmed

-differing philosophies on death are exchanged between the group and Patton and askers

-they come to a compromise to be open minded to one another's views, the humans benefiting by the hope that they may survive, and Patton benefitting because he needs to rebuild trust

-a plan is made for Patton to take them hunting that day to give them a hands-on lesson on his beliefs

Part 5

-the askers (finally) discover they can look for outside help, and discover Janus (at this point called Decan) and remus, who are searching for the lost boys

Fig3:

-remus can immediately understand the askers (for Remus reasons) yet Janus doesn't believe his talking bird ramblings

-askers shuttle information between the trapped humans and remus, giving directions, and Janus goes along with it due to not having any better ideas

-all parties are made wise of this plan, and askers as well as cave dwellers are split over whether to keep the search party away to keep them safe or to continue leading them to the cave.

-regrettably, remus is prompted by an asker to consider not whether he should FIGHT this fabled monster, but whether he may be able to pursue it in... another fashion. The conversation quickly descends into madness.

-Patton is intrigued by Remus's positive feelings towards him and arranges to meet the search party.

Fig4:

Part 6

-Patton finds the two and carries them back to the cave, Janus is expectedly shocked that remus wasn't messing with him

-the crew goes hunting, more existential death and nature discussion

Fig5:

-Patton gets a lesson on altruism in humans

-janus's glass eye is hinted to be the opposite of "an example of humans helping one another"

-asker suggests that Patton teach the others to hunt specifically so that they can help him stock up for hibernation so he doesn't need their hearts, everyone agrees to this though it is unknown if it will work

-hints toward virgil and Janus's poor relationship culminates in an argument where we learn that janus doesnt feel he knows why virgil left after he "took care of him for 8 years". virgil calls Janus a "pathological liar"

-we learn that Janus cared for virgil from age 9 to 17, and they "didnt have what [Janus] would call parents"

Part 7

-the idea to bring Patton to town for warmth and food so he doesnt need to hibernate is brought up, but is concluded to be too risky despite the possibility of escape

-when asked about his childhood, patton says he doesnt really remember it, though remembers having always felt "full" despite being a lousy hunter

-Janus's emotions are difficult to sense

-virgil decides to learn to hunt better, but not before the group heads back to eat lunch, which is where we left off

Fig6(dated March 15, 2022):

I do find some plot points a bit cringy now but I'm not retconning a thing, I'm working WITH sophomore year me!

Ages:

Remus/Roman- 28

Logan- 29

Virgil- 26

Patton- 25-30

Janus- 31

Jobs:

Remus: porn actor

Roman: Influencer/freelance composer

Virgil: tattoo artist/freelance artist

Logan: Grad student

Janus: Sugar baby/odd jobs

Patton: urban legend

Relationships that we know of:

Roman/Logan/Virgil: Dating

Roman/Remus: Twins, not very close but not estranged either

Janus/Virgil: Brothers, haven't had a relationship in 8-9 years

Remus/Janus: Friends(?), initially for brother spying purposes

Remus/Patton: Dat... dating? Maybe?

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #patton sanders #askblog #intruality

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alastorseye · 4 years ago

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About Remadora

When I say I really hate the HP fandom, I'm talking about the "fans" that hate everything about the saga, but still having Harry Potter accounts. They change the original story, claim that fanonical facts are canon, and launch hatred and death threats at those who simply like HARRY POTTER JUST THE WAY IT IS. Yes, I'm mostly talking about Marauders fans, which I joined after reading the books because I thought it would be interesting and funny. I suddenly realized how toxic and hateful that fandom was, it's like a cult dedicated to deifying Remus, Sirius, James and Regulus, and it seems that hating Snape, Dumbledore, and Remadora is a requirement to be a part of it.

At the beginning I used to consider Wolfstar as something funny, a bromance, it never bothered me, I mean... every fandom has fanon ships and I respect that, but the way they always hate Remadora and their shippers is something that MUST stop.

"You see!" said a strained voice. Tonks was glaring at Lupin. "She still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care!"

"It's different," said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense. "Bill will not be a full werewolf. The cases are completely -"

"But I don't care either, I don't care!" said Tonks, seizing the front ofLupin's robes and shaking them. "I've told you a million times. . . ." And the meaning of Tonks's Patronus and her mouse-colored hair, and the reason she had come running to find Dumbledore when she had heard a rumor someone had been attacked by Greyback, all suddenly became clear to Harry; it had not been Sirius that Tonks had fallen in love with after all."

"And I've told you a million times," said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes,staring at the floor, "that I am too old for you, too poor . . . too dangerous. . ."

When I read this part of the HBP I realized that Remadora was my favorite Harry Potter ship. Of course I wasn't aware of the death threats I'd receive later. I've read some "reasons" why some fans hate Remadora.

"Tonks forced him!"

We all know how insecure Remus was. I don't have to explain what's written in Wizarding World (Pottermore). This is the Remus bio:

Well, we can read that Remus was really attracted to Dora.

"Remus, so often melancholy and lonely, was first amused, then impressed, then seriously smitten by the young witch. He had never fallen in love before. If it had happened in peacetime, Remus would have simply taken himself off to a new place and a new job, so that he did not have to endure the pain of watching Tonks fall in love with a handsome, young wizard in the Auror office, which was what he expected to happen. However, this was war; they were both needed in the Order of the Phoenix, and nobody knew what the next day would bring. Remus felt justified in remaining exactly where he was, keeping his feelings to himself but secretly rejoicing every time somebody paired him with Tonks on some overnight mission".

This is so sad and cute, and that's undeniable. I cried when I read it. If someone still thinking that Dora forced Remus to marry her after reading this paragraph... I mean... they're probably talking about another book series.

"The age gap!"

I'm so satisfied to know that some Remadora shippers have explained this. When it's about a kid and an adult... OF COURSE IS HORRENDOUS! Because children are not physically and mentally prepared to have romantic relationships. Wizards are legally adults at 17, REMUS MET TONKS WHEN SHE WAS 21!

I mean, many old people abuses of young people innocence, or something. But we all know that Remus wasn't one of those! He really loved Tonks, and that's canon. I don't know what's doing in the fandom people who denies canon facts.

Remus and Tonks were two physically, mentally, and legally adults loving each other.

"Remus didn't love her!"

He was an introvert, Tonks was an extrovert, she made his life better. And of course, I loved the way he introduced himself when he was trying to prove he wasn't a Death Eater:

"I am Remus John Lupin, werewolf, sometimes known as Moony, one of the four creators of the Marauder's Map, married to Nymphadora, usually known as Tonks, and I taught you how to produce a Patronus, Harry, which takes the form of a stag." (Remus Lupin, DH)

Maybe I'm not the only one who perceive he was proud to be Nymphadora Tonks husband.

"I.. I made a grave mistake in marrying Tonks. I did it against my better judgment and have regretted it very much every since". (Remus Lupin, DH)

This phrase makes more sense after reading Remus bio. He used to think that he was "too poor, too dangerous" for her. He thought he wasn't enough for her. He never imagined that she would love him back. He was a werewolf, and of course he knew he was dangerous, you only need to be emphatic to realize he tried to get away from Tonks because he loved her, he didn't want to hurt his beloved woman!

If you don't believe me, read this again. It's in the chapter 11 of Deathly Hallows:

"Don't you understand what I've done to my wife and my unborn child? I should never have married her, I've made her an outcast!"

So, if Remus was trying to escape it's because he loved them, he thought he spoiled their lives. And of course, no one likes to feel that their influence is bad for someone they love!

"Their relationship came from nowhere! They don't have a development"

Well, the saga's name is HARRY POTTER, not The Love Life of Remus Lupin. The story is about the tragic life of this kid and everything he went through to save the world of a cruel and dark villain. I know many readers are young people in love, and they only want to ship everything, but that's not the main topic here, maybe mother's love would be the topic. Of course Ron and Hermione had a development because they were HARRY'S BEST FRIENDS, and they were always with him, from Philosopher's Stone to Cursed Child. Remus and Tonks are minor characters, and it's funny the fact that this usually comes from Wolfstar shippers, so... is Wolfstar more developed than Remadora?! I mean... they can ship whatever they want, Snape and the Sorting Hat, Dobby and Voldemort, anything, but that does not give them the right to disrespect such a cute, tragic and beautiful canon ship as Remadora.

"They are queercoded! Their relationship is homophobic!"

It's surprising to hear this. It's like... people gets angry just because the author doesn't make queer their favourite characters? I will explain why I don't think Remus and Tonks are "queercoded":

Whether through their dress, their behavior, their language, or other subtle forms of implication, queer characters were written or designed to communicate their unstated queerness to those who were searching for representation.

And this is the definition on the website Pride.com:

"Using LGBTQIA tropes and stereotypes to allude to a character's sexuality without explicitly confirming it in the text."

We all know that Disney used queercoding on characters like Ursula, Scar, Jaffar. And why do we know that? Because DISNEY WANTED TO PORTRAY THEM LIKE THAT, get it? Disney, THE CREATORS MADE THESE CHARACTERS INTENTIONALLY QUEER. How? BASED ON STEREOTYPES.

And going back to Remadora, I was really happy to see by first time a bada*ass woman, with short hair who wasn't portrayed as a lesbian just because the way she looks. This character didn't follow the: "Straight women have long hair and are girly", and "short dyied hair is for lesbians". I'm very very very surprised the fandom follows these stereotypes.

About Remus: I don't know how the phrase "being a werewolf is a metaphor about people with HIV AIDS" means "he's gay". Fenrir Greyback bit him when he was a kid. Many people interpret this as "r4pe". Okay, even thinking that it is the meaning of the "bite", I still cannot understand how being "r4ped" and "infected" makes him queer. Is this (again) a stereotype about people with AIDS and gay?

"JK Rowling created Remadora because she didn't like people shipping Wolfstar!"

It is true that fans love shipping everything, they queerbait and queercode everything. That's great, that's not the problem. The problem is when people starts bashing fans who ship canon straight couples. A very good example is the polemic on Falcon and Bucky relationship, some fans wanted them to be a gay couple, Anthony Mackie said that two men can only be friends, and there is no need to always give them a romantic connotation. People cancelled him, they called him homophobic. Yes, just because a person with authority (on the story they're following") didn't like the fact of queercoding their favourite characters. It's the same about Remadora.

Grindeldore is a very interesting and underrated couple by the way. You can love or hate JK Rowling, but the truth is that Harry Potter story is hers, and even if Remadora was "because she didn't like Wolfstar", she is the author, it was her mind where these characters first appeared, as a big Harry Potter fan I respect and like the original story, that's not a sin. An author has the right to make some changes if some characters were misunderstood by the readers.

(Yes, I wrote this a bit angrily since I've seen too much hate towards Remadora shippers)

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #harrypotter #anti toxic shippers #hp #ronks #harry potter

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firetextskpop · 3 years ago

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i have 2 ideas that i think would be cute. you can choose which one to do. they're both fluff.

1. Jackson Wang introduces his nonbinary (they/them) Hispanic, neurodivergent, goth and punk obsessed partner (with sharks, Yungblud, and Disney special interests) to Mark Tuan. Mark witnesses them calling a minor inconvenience homophobic or calling jackson sir after a particularly corny joke and Mark is confused and they explain what it actually means.

2. Nonbinary Goth Hispanic Reader (AMAB and kinda fem in a goth way) tells Jungkook and Yoongi that theyre nonbinary. (poly relationship with Jungkook and Yoongi BTS) when the reader first met them they were cautious and just said they "just like to challenge society's standards of gender" but when they got to know jungkook and yoongi better decided to come out.

- I'm nonbinary and Puerto Rican and i just don't see enough nonbinary and or Hispanic (especially Puerto Rican) representation so if you choose to write either of these that would be neat. no pressure tho. - 🖤✨

A/N: I love both of these scenarios tbh. I'm gonna write the second one for you 🖤 pls request more bts i miss writing for them lol

Warnings: AMAB Reader

When you first met them, it was an off chance type of thing. You were at work and they came up to you. (With their security and translator of course.) Because you wanted to savor the moment, you held your composure and serviced them with your best. Over time, you didn't notice but they appeared to enjoy your company for so long that their manager came to ask what was taking so long. As they started to leave, it was Yoongi that asked for your number. You wrote it down and sent him a wink. The blonde-haired male began blushing and walked off. Since they were on tour, they weren't in your city long, but Yoongi was sure to text you. He'd send you lots of memes and things he thought you'd be interested in based on the conversations you had. After a while, he asked if it would be okay if Jungkook had your number as well because he was interested in your style. You encouraged the idea and then you created a group chat. Jungkook was still free of tattoos and piercings at this time. The younger often questioned you about your style and confidence. More times than not, you would let him know that you just liked to challenge society's standards of gender. This statement really resonated with him and made him consider the things that he felt comfortable in vs what people wanted to see of him. A year passed from the time you all met and it was announced that BTS was taking a hiatus for a while. Jungkook and Yoongi assured you that they would visit you but they wanted to see family first, which did not upset you. When they finally came to visit, they did not come empty-handed. They got some of your favorite food from your favorite place and a cooler of nonalcoholic drinks. Jokingly you said "All of this just for me? You guys must like me." and took the load off their hands. "Well honestly.." Jungkook began and this caught you off guard. Both you and Yoongi began blushing. That night was the start of the relationship between all three of you. At the beginning of the relationship you all decided that it would be you dating both members but they didn't date but then after 4 months, they changed their mind and it became a closed triad. During this time of their hiatus is when Jungkook got his tattoos seemingly overnight. You both even had a matching tattoo. Also so Yoongi wasn't left out, he got you both matching earrings. They for sure kept you spoiled not only in a material sense but they often gave you calls, spent almost all of their free time with you, and cuddled you every chance they had. They became your safe place which made you more comfortable letting them know about your gender identity. The three of you were preparing to see a movie, Yoongi got dressed, Jungkook snacked on some chips and you sat next to him with your head on his shoulder. Kookie wrapped his arm around you and continued eating his chips. The debate of if this was a perfect time ran through your mind and you finally decided that it was. "How would you guys feel if I told you that I actually am nonbinary?" You blurted out. The elder came into the room to sit in the chair and put on his socks. "Not any different. Jungkook?" The mentioned wiped off his mouth and agreed. "Yeah, Hyung has a few nonbinary friends so it's not anything too new. We're still gonna love you." He said and kissed your forehead. "You weren't worried about that, were you?" You were quiet for a moment and then quietly said a bit. Yoongi's hands were now on your knees as he got closer. "If we would've had a problem with you being yourself, we wouldn't have pursued you. I love you for who YOU are." He tells you and pulls you in for a kiss. "You are the reason I am able to be who I am today. Your words encouraged me to dress the way I want and not how people want me, I love you so much. You're my inspiration." Tears were brought to your eyes and you began crying from their sentimental words. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you both." The boys comforted you for a bit more before Jungkook spoke up and asked if you used any other pronouns. You informed them that They/Them are your pronouns

and they took in the information. Their phones blew up and then you all remembered the movie. The security was waiting for you all to come out so you rushed to the van and sat between your two boyfriends. Knowing that they truly loved you was the most comforting thing for you.

#bts scenarios #bts one shot #bts fluff #poly!bts #poly!yoonkook #poly!yunkook #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #jungkook scenarios #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #amab reader

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souichioneshots · 4 years ago

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Adult Souichi x Reader (2 day fic; day 1)

uhhhh idk

i was thinking about why souichi would even bring reader home and i figured there needed to be a 'logical reason' for him to do so.

So i wrote this???

its part 1 of the 2 day fic and also a slight introduction of who reader is?? idk idk

please enjoy

（oh shit forgot to mention, this fic only makes sense if you read the binzo x reader fic I wrote!!! ehehe sorry)

When Souichi was first introduced to you, he was told that you were a creature like none other. In simple terms, he was explained that you were a 'wild-cannibalistic witch'. But not just any ordinary witch, you had the ability to take and give power to others. Sort of like a vessel of power. But, because of your instability, you were passed from master to master, never staying with anyone for long.

With the fangs you were sporting, there was no way Souichi could doubt you had cannibalistic tendencies. They weren’t as large in number or as long as his son’s, but they still looked like they could cause quite a lot of damage nonetheless. However, the ‘vessel of power’ part was not something he’d ever heard of before. He was extremely skeptical.

However, all his doubts about you quickly disappeared when you physically touched him.

When the seller was explaining something to Souichi, he had accidentally gotten a bit too close to the cage you were held in. When you reached your hand out and grabbed his wrist, he was terrified that you would try to rip it off. But you did nothing of the sort. A tingling sensation surged through his hand as you looked at one another, almost like he could physically feel the power flowing through his veins. He knew then and there that he had to have you.

The seller then explained that although you were able to transfer power to others, it would only be possible when you were truly happy. A light would become ever so slightly visible in your eyes, indicating your preparation to do so. However, there was also a downside. If you were ever displeased, the counterpart would be drained of their own power, and in extreme cases, of their life force as well. Souichi was finally able to understand why you had been passed around so many times now. But he was determined to get more powerful, so he took the chance and purchased you. If anything, he could just throw you away if you ever became a danger to him.

When he first brought you to his haunt, he expected you to have a bit of a hard time adjusting to his lifestyle. However, you settled in quite quickly.

His older brother and sister were extremely displeased by his sudden addition to the 'family', but they soon came to like you. He often wondered if you had used your power in secret to make them feel such a way towards you.

His son, Binzo on the other hand… He decided to make your life a living hell. He would pull on your hair and tear up your clothes whenever you got too close. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to put you in a different room. But unfortunately, Binzo’s room was the only one properly equipped with chains to hold you back from running away. For now.

Although he could feel a bit of your power transfer into him whenever you ran your hands through his hair or held onto his hand, it wasn’t enough. It was nothing like the first time you two had touched. He wanted to feel that sensation again. He wanted to see how much more powerful you could make him.

That’s when Souichi decided to pull you from the haunt and treat you to a little pampering. That’s something you obviously never experienced before. Hopefully, it would make you happy enough to give him the power he so craved.

Souichi watched from the sofa as you looked in the mirror and shook your freshly cut hair side to side, your new dress also flowing in the air. Although you still had your mask on, he could tell that you were smiling widely.

Even though all the things you two did today made you happy, it didn’t last long. Every time you would be pulled away from Souichi so you could get your hair done, or be fitted for clothes, the light in your eyes would quickly fade away. Leaving you to be a nervously, low growling mess. He needed to figure out a way to make that light come back and keep it there long enough for him to harness your power.

“What time do we get the Kimono again.” You asked as you took off your mask.

“Around 4.”

“And then we go back home?”

He laughed through his nose at the word “home”. You had only been with him for a couple of weeks, yet you already considered his home yours. He wondered if you assimilated this easily into your other old master’s lives.

“Yeah. We go home tomorrow.”

Although he had initially planned on only going out until the afternoon, because the kimonos he had ordered for you wouldn’t be ready until the next day, you two were forced to stay overnight at a local hotel.

His eyes followed as you walked around the spacious room, examining each and every item. You picked up and put down the phone multiple times, and swirled around the desk chair until you couldn’t walk straight.

He could swear that he heard you say Binzo’s name as you played around by yourself. For someone who got tortured by his son daily, you wouldn’t shut up about him. During the entire time you two were out, you mentioned Binzo over 20 different times.

“What’s this?” You asked, tapping your long fingernails on a black glass box.

“A TV.” Souichi responded.

You repeated the word with wonder. “So… Is it like a black mirror or?...” You brought your face up close to it, examining your own reflection.

Have you really never seen a TV before? Souichi figured with the number of times your seller mentioned you were passed around, you would have been a bit more knowledgeable about the world.

Grabbing the remote from beside him, he turned the TV on. Souichi laughed as you jumped back and growled at the tiny people that suddenly appeared in the box. “Relax. It can’t hurt you.” He said as he took out a cigar from his suit jacket and lit it.

Souichi's eyes stayed glued to the TV as a large duck-like character reported the current weather. It had actually been a while since he watched tv himself.

Finally calming down, you cautiously walked over to the couch and took a seat next to the older man. Souichi passed you the remote, allowing you to flip through the channels. You barely stayed on a single one, curiosity forcing you to examine what each channel had to offer. However, due to you both staying in a hotel in a small town, you only got CS channels. In other words, 6 channels. 7 if you counted the channel with NHK’s giant logo asking its viewers to pay to watch. For some reason, you seemed to like that one the most.

Starting to feel a bit bored, Souichi turned his head to the side and called for your attention. Your eyes quickly shut as he released the smoke in his mouth onto your face.

A smile prematurely grew on his face as he expected you to turn away and cough from the smoke, but you didn’t. Instead, when your eyes opened, a small light was visible in the depths of your pupils.

You actually liked that?

Souichi’s hand snaked down to touch your exposed thigh. The light started to glow brighter. His hand tingled as you looked up at him with pleading eyes, asking him to do it again.

Bringing the cigar to his lips, he gathered up smoke in his mouth.

The smoke he exhaled towards you briefly dissipated as you breathed it in. A look of content spread across your face as the man repeated this action once more.

Souichi's eyes moved down to look at your slightly parted lips. He knew he shouldn’t…Your teeth, although nothing compared to his ex-girlfriend, were dangerously sharp, and if you misunderstood his action, there was a possibility he might get hurt.

But he just wanted to try this once…

Taking his hand off your thigh, he grabbed your chin and moved your face closer to his. Taking a quick puff from the cigar, he blew smoke into your mouth. As the smoke escaped you, Souichi pressed his lips against yours.

His free hand moved back down to your thigh, traveling further into your dress as he gave you small pecks. Your own hand moved onto his suit pants, copying his motions.

Your small hand briefly rubbed over the bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a shaky breath. He hadn’t been touched by someone like that in so long.

Souichi’s head felt like it was spinning. His entire body was tingling from the sensation of being in contact with you.

Could this be the feeling of power transferring into him?

A small whine escaped your lips as he pulled away. Your body leaned forward, pleading for him to kiss you again.

Looking at the cigar still burning in his hand, Souichi spoke to himself. “I wonder…” He moved the cigar to the tips of his fingers and, with confidence, threw it in the air.

Souichi’s eyes widened in surprise as it suddenly disappeared. He had never been able to successfully do that before. Souichi spoke in an excited voice, asking if you saw what he had just done. However, you didn’t reply.

The smile on his face quickly faded as he looked upon your tired face. Your eyes were on the brink of shutting and your head nodded back and forth lazily.

“Maybe I went a bit too fast…” Souichi said, worried that he might have pulled the power out of you a bit too suddenly.

Picking you up from the couch he placed you on the bed.

Souichi waved his hand in the air, making the cigar appear once more. A wicked smile spread across his lips as blew smoke down onto your resting body.

Getting power from you is gonna be easier than he expected.

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Love or Duty by GleefullyCaptainSwan - Chapter 6/8

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Chapter 6: A Few Stolen Moments

Emma woke with an excitement she had never felt before. Sure, she was excited to go home, she would get to see her parents again, but more than anything, she would be traveling with Killian. She hadn’t stopped thinking of him since he left her room the evening before. She knew it was wrong, she couldn’t act on her feelings, but she enjoyed having them all the same.

Liam would be departing for Locksley this morning, leaving her alone with Killian, and of course, Ruby, obviously she would not get to spend the entire trip alone, but something stirred in her chest every time she thought of having him across from her in the carriage.

Nothing would change her situation; she was to marry Prince Liam. But there was nothing that said she was bound to him right now.

The moment she met him at the carriage, her body almost hummed in response to his touch. It was nothing scandalous, a simple hand at her back as he helped her into the carriage, but the reaction was immediate.

“M’lady.” He sang as she entered the carriage.

“Thank you.” She said with a smile, meant only for him.

What was she doing? Overnight she had turned into some brazen whore who could only think of tearing the brother of her future husband’s clothes from his body to find out exactly what kind of desires he could take care of for her.

She had never behaved so abhorrently before, she had always been a good girl, abiding by her father’s wishes, never laying with a man alone, barely even letting the first boy she liked to kiss her. She intended to save herself for the man she fell in love with, the man she would marry. Only now, those may be two different men.

She sat on her bench, watching the man in front of her as her tongue traced across her lips, her thighs squeezed tightly together. To her annoyance, he was not making eye contact with her, staring instead at the book in front of him as he wrote frantically on the pages, frustrating her every sense that he wouldn’t instead drink her in, allowing her to know his thoughts.

Had he changed his mind overnight, realizing the situation they were in and abandoning his quest to have her in his arms? Had he abandoned desire for responsibility?

For a moment he looked up, his blue eyes capturing hers for a single second, the skip in her heart causing her to sigh out loud. “Is everything alright?” Ruby asked beside her.

“It’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think?” She asked fanning herself as she watched Killian settle further back in his seat.

“Not warmer than usual, are you sure you aren’t coming down ill?” Ruby asked with concern. “Does she look pale to you?” She asked Killian who gave her nary a glance before responding.

“She looks fine to me.”

Frustration filled her stomach, a sense of dread consuming her thoughts. She would not see him for a fortnight, and he had spent the entire trip writing a monologue. When the carriage came to a stop in front of the welcoming sight of the Misthaven walls, Emma tried to feel elated to be home, but instead she only felt rejected and alone.

Killian jumped from the carriage, escorting Ruby down the stairs before turning his attention toward her. He reached out and took her hand, his eyes finally meeting hers. “It was a pleasure to escort you home, M’Lady.” He bent his head, pressing his lips to her hand, looking up and locking eyes with hers.

“I shall leave our guide, Sir William Scarlet with you, until my brother’s return.” The man approached them from the front of the carriage. “He will ensure you are safe until Liam is able to visit.”

Emma stared at the man in confusion, they had not mentioned leaving anyone with them.

He bent his head, his eyes remaining on hers before leaning toward her ear. “Not a single moment.” He whispered, pressing something into her hand as it lay by her side. She glanced down to see paper folded in her palm. She returning her gaze to his before he shut the carriage door and began his journey to Lockley.

Emma pressed the paper against her side, turning toward the castle to greet her approaching parents.

“Emma, thank God you are home, we got word of the attack on your journey to Jonesboro and were worried sick.” Her mother wrapped her arms around her.

“I’m alright mother, they took good care of me.”

“We have food prepared, are you hungry?” Her father asked, examining her from all angles.

“Mostly tired from the journey, I’d like to retire if that’s alright.”

“Of course, we can catch up in the morning.” Her mother said softly, and Emma sprang toward her room, her heart pounding as she closed the heavy wooden door behind her. She hurried to her night table, lighting the candle that sat on top of it and opening the pages Killian had given her. Her eyes grazed over the delicate scroll of his handwriting, eager to read the words.

My Dearest Emma,

I have not stopped thinking of you since I held you in my arms last night. Every part of me craves to be with you, to devour you. Not as a conquest, but as the owner of my heart.

I can barely sit across from you in this carriage without wanting to take you in my arms, to kiss you with every ounce of desire I have in my being. I do not trust myself to look at you for even a second without alerting Ruby to my affections.

I do not know how my heart can be without you for even one day much less the many nights and sun rises I must brave without your face. I know you belong to my brother, but if you’ll have me, if even for a few stolen moments, I am yours.

I am leaving my trusted friend, Will Scarlet behind with you, he knows where to find me in case you wish to write back. If you don’t, I will understand.

Just know that I am thinking of you, always.

Yours,

Killian

Emma could not contain her emotions as she read the letter over and over again, carrying it to her bed as she fell back into the expanse of the fabric and pillows.

The owner of his heart, she thought.

It was undeniable, she was falling for Killian Jones. There was no stopping the desire of wanting him, and she was irrevocably destined to break his own heart once she married his brother, but there was no denying him until that day happened.

She tore through her drawers to find a piece of parchment at the bottom of her things, she didn’t know what she wanted to say, only that she needed to tell him she felt the same way.

Killian, my love,

I assumed that your silence on the ride home meant that you had changed your mind, my heart soared with joy when reading your letter to know that you felt as I do.

I must marry Liam, our Kingdom’s futures depend on it, but I cannot deny the feelings I have for you or the way you make my body sing when you are near. I have wanted no other man until you. A fact that seems almost cruel considering our current situation.

I have never been with another, I have remained pure for my future husband, but how can I give myself to him when all I want is you? In every way imaginable, I am yours.

I fear I will go crazy waiting for you to return knowing that it will be with the man I am to marry. I wish for so many reasons that our situation were different, but alas I am cursed with obeying my father’s wishes for the sake of our people.

If all we have are stolen moments, then I wait for you like a thief in the night.

Yours eternally,

Emma

Emma folded the letter, burning the wax to seal it closed.

“Are you writing to the Prince?”

Emma jumped in her seat as Ruby approached her. “Yes, that is the purpose of Will, so that we are able to converse during this time apart.” She said, knowing that she was lying. But she never did say which Prince she was writing to. A simple misdirect.

“Well, I think that’s sweet, have you changed your mind about the wedding? Perhaps this isn’t as dire of a situation as you feared?”

“I think that this letter explains exactly how I feel, conflicted, excited, full of woe, and yet perhaps something else.”

“What?”

“Perhaps the beginning of love.” She smiled brightly.

“Oh Emma, I’m so happy for you.”

Emma sighed, knowing that the happiness her friend had for her was misplaced but genuine.

She sought out Will Scarlett the following morning.

“I don’t know how this works.” She said nervously as she approached him.

“Oi, either you have something for me, or you don’t. If you do, I’ll return it to him with great haste, if not, I shall remain at your side until he returns.” He paused and then smirked. “Broken heart an’ all.” He laughed.

She smiled, handing the letter to him. “I wouldn’t want to be responsible for a broken heart, now would I?”

“I have a feeling you’ll be breaking his heart anyway. But he seems intent on letting you do it so ‘ere we are.” He took the letter from her hand, placing it into his pocket. “I shall return soon. I’m a fast rider and Locksley is not far from here.”

“Then I eagerly await your return.” She said with a grin.

And thus began their routine, as Emma waited for Will to return every other day, a letter in hand which she read immediately upon her return to the safety of her room.

My Dearest Emma,

I was beyond overjoyed to receive your reply. You have no idea how much I agonized over how you would react to my letter. Knowing how you feel makes my heart soar.

Though I do take pause at your admission. I cannot bear to think that you will give yourself to Liam. Not when you belong to me. My brother has been afforded so many things that I have wanted, but you are unmatched in my want and desire.

I count the days until I can return to you, to see your beautiful face, my body aches to touch you, to feel you beneath my skin. Without you, the sunlight pales, the scent of flowers dim, but my need for you grows as the swell of the ocean crashes against the shore.

I crave you, Emma, like a man in the desert craves water. I need you, like I need air to breathe, I want you, like nothing I have wanted more in my life.

Yours,

Killian

When she received the letter from William she nearly cried in anticipation until she was able to read it after dinner. She cried tears of joy and longing, as well as sadness from the situation. She had waited so long for a man to say the words that Killian had written and yet she was destined to another.

Life was truly unfair.

~*~

Killian worked hard to repair the damage Regina’s minions had done to the town of Locksley. The village had been razed to the ground, nary a cottage surviving that was livable. At night he read the letters from Emma. Wanting the time to speed up so that he could be nearer to her.

He tried to speak to Liam about Emma, wanting to know how his brother felt toward the woman who held his heart without rousing suspicion.

“Why are you asking me all these questions little brother?”

“You do know that I’m only two years younger than you? That does not make me little, just younger.” He corrected. “And I am still older than your bride to be.”

“If I did not know any better, I would say you are jealous.” He teased and Killian felt his mouth go dry.

“I’m…I’m not…” he tried to cover his tracks, to deny his feelings for his brothers betrothed.

“I know that you wish that you could be King, but one day you will find your place in all of this.”

Killian breathed a sigh of relief. “Of course.” It was William approaching on the road to the South that caught his attention. “I do live to serve.” He said with a bow, excusing himself to meet with the man dismounting his horse.

“What news do you bring?” He asked excitedly as the man pulled the letter from his bag.

“She misses you and cannot wait for your return.” He said, his words causing his heart to soar. “Are you not concerned that this will not turn out well for you?” He asked.

“I do not care; she is all I think about.” He said absentmindedly, staring at the letter in his hands.

“I shall feed the horse and return before dawn.” He excused himself, walking the horse toward the well.

Killian rushed to the cottage where he was staying, tearing the seal on the parchment, and sniffing the paper before he opened it to read.

Killian, my love,

I feel that I shall be burned at the stake if anyone could hear my thoughts. You occupy every space of every moment of my day. I need to see you, I feel like the moment I lay eyes on you, I will know the truth of my heart.

I do not want to give myself to Liam, for every part of my body and soul belong to you. I await your return with a renewed excitement. While I do not know what my future holds, I know how much I want to share this moment with you, even if it is wrong.

My ears long for your voice, to hear the words I have wished you to speak since we parted. Even if they break my heart.

Yours eternally,

Emma

Killian raced to find Will as he watered his horse. “Do you have something for me?” He asked as he approached.

“No, I’ll deliver my sentiments in person. Let her know that we return in two days’ time.”

“Aye. I will relay your message, but my hope is that you protect your heart.”

“I cannot protect something I do not possess, for it is in her hands.”

“Oi, you really are in love with your brother’s wife.” He joked and Killian knew it to be true. He had never loved a woman the way he did Emma.

“She’s not his wife yet.” He reminded.

“She will be soon. Your father sent word that the wedding it to take place once Liam returns to bring Emma home.”

Killian’s heart sank, he knew things were moving quickly but suddenly the excitement of returning home brought with him the realization that it would be short lived. Soon she would be his sister-in-law, and he would have to decide whether to commit treason or live his life without her.

He didn’t know how to surrender her to Liam, not when he had already surrendered his heart to her himself.

~*~

Emma sat stoically at the end of the table as her father and mother talked about the wedding plans while they ate their food. Based on the length of time it took William to arrive and announce that Liam would be returning she was sure that they would be arriving any day now.

As if they had read her mind, her father was summoned to the gates to welcome the arrival of Prince Liam. Emma paced nervously in the dining hall, awaiting the two of them to enter the room. Her mother watched her from the table.

“Emma, I’ve never seen you like this before, are you quite alright dear?”

She turned anxiously toward her mother, “I suppose I am slightly nervous, mother.” Her mother stood and smiled.

“So, you do like the Prince?” She asked with hope in her eyes.

“The Prince is very kind and noble, I expect that he will be an honorable husband. Living in Jonesboro will be very exciting.” Emma felt the guilt at the back of her mind as she spoke, indecent thoughts of torrid trysts with Killian swam through her thoughts. Emma knew the truth though, she knew the moment she married Liam, any thought of Killian would need to be banished from her mind. Living near him when she couldn’t have him in the way her heart ached to possess, would be misery.

“I’m so happy, Emma. You will see, you and Liam will be able to form a friendship and perhaps it will grow into something more. I know it is not what you wished for yourself, but I hope you can find a way to embrace it as a possibility.”

Emma smiled half-heartedly; her lips turned up partially. “Of course, mother.”

The heavy doors breached open, and Emma’s heart stopped when the men appeared. Her father and Liam had entered first, talking excitedly about his journey, but Emma could only see Killian, entering anxiously from the back, his eyes darting around the room until they found hers.

Emma could barely contain herself being this close to him without being able to speak freely. Liam explained that they had assisted Robin Locksley with rebuilding much of the town, those that could return safely had left Jonesboro to return to the small village, helping to restore order to their peaceful town. Jonesboro had left guards behind to help protect the village, but Regina’s forces had been seen amassing in the forest.

The wedding would need to take place urgently in order for the Kingdom’s to bring their people together to show a strength of force that was strong enough to deter the soldiers from advancing further.

It was decided that Emma and her family would travel to Jonesboro in the morning to prepare for the wedding. Henry had groaned when learning that he would need to travel with the family, her brother had never been one to enjoy the formality of being royal. He had no interest in following in his father’s footsteps, no interest in succeeding to the throne. Henry was only 12, he wanted nothing more than to be a child. He was creative, passive, and Emma knew that he would eventually have to lose all of that to rule.

Emma could feel Killian’s eyes on hers the moment the King arranged the travel. Things were progressing faster than either of them anticipated.

His desperate pleas through silent glances were driving her mad. She needed to speak to him urgently, if only to hear his voice, feel his arms around her, making her forget that she was about to give it all away, to lose everything she had sought and finally found.

“I’m happy to see that you have healed.” Killian said softly, bowing to take her hand in his, placing a kiss to the top of her hand. “You look well.”

Emma could feel her heart racing, trying not to appear overzealous in her response to the Prince as her brother looked on. “Thank you, I have found that even riding no longer hurts.” She said with a smile. “I go riding most evenings, as the sun begins to set.” She added softly. “In case anyone is interested in finding me tonight.” She bowed her head and stepped away from him, urging herself not to look back over her shoulder as she approached her betrothed.

“I am feeling most tired this evening. I shall get some rest before the journey tomorrow.” She announced. “Goodnight.”

Liam smiled. “You will need your sleep if you are to rise before the sun, M’Lady. Though I doubt we will be able to rouse Killian before the sun is high in the east so there may be no need to rush.”

“I shall do my best.” She grinned and tried to slow her steps as she raced toward her room. “I am taking my leave now, Ruby. I will see you in the morning.” She announced to her maid as she entered the room.

“You do not require my assistance tonight?”

“I’m sure you need to pack, I can assist myself, I assure you.” She said with a smile, removing her gown.

“Then I will see you in the morning.” She retreated from the room, closing the door behind her.

Emma changed quickly into her darkest riding frock, pulling the cape over her head as she slipped quietly from her room, peering in both directions through the halls. She crept down the stairs, exiting into the kitchen.

“Oi, you shouldn’t sneak up on a man like that.”

Emma jumped, holding her hand to her mouth as she looked at the man standing at the table, his mouth full of food. “William.”

“Aye, you bloody scared me, Princess. What are you doing out at this hour, sneaking about the castle?”

She rushed toward him. “I do not know what you speak of, I am merely here to collect some grapes in order to drift off to sleep with a full stomach.” She reached for a handful of grapes, stuffing them into her mouth and walking backwards toward the outer door. “You never saw me.”

“Saw who, M’Lady?” He shrugged, sinking his teeth into the sandwich he had built.

Emma escaped down the path toward the stables, closing the wooden door behind her as she saddled her horse, mounting the steed, and speeding off into the woods.

When she got to the clearing she dismounted and paced nervously beside her horse. Moments later she heard the hoofs of an approaching rider, peering into the shadows until Killian came into view. He was off his horse and in her arms in a few sweeping steps.

His lips bruised hers, soft yet firm as he wrapped her in his embrace. The kiss was desperate yet full of emotion, pouring all the feeling into the moment that they had been writing about for weeks. When they finally parted, her hair wild from the grasp of his fingers, she panted against his chest. “I thought we would have more time.” She cried.

“We have all the time in the world, love.” He spoke into her hair.

“Do not speak of things you know not to be true. I’m to be married in a few days’ time.”

“How can you marry him when your heart belongs to another?”

“Killian, affairs of the heart matter not in the face of annihilation.”

He pulled back, staring down into her eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Please do not ask me that.” She protested.

“Run away with me. Run away with me and we can be together.”

Emma pushed him away from her. “How can you ask me that?” She yelled. “How could you do that to your people? Without this union, they will surely die.”

“I cannot bear to be parted from you. To have you near me in the castle with every passing day as you lie in my brother’s bed. I will not survive that torment.” He said with a growl. “I would rather die than imagine you in another’s arms for even a single second.”

“Do not say such vial things.” She sprung froward, placing her hands on his cheeks. “Without you there, I will be in misery. Knowing that you will be with me, regardless of our situation, is the only reason I have even an ounce of courage to go through with this.” She placed her lips on his cheek. “Do not abandon me.”

“You do love me?” He questioned.

“With every beat of my heart and each breath of air that I take. I love you without remorse, as if the sun would surely not rise if I could not admit it even into the depth of my soul. I will love you until I cease to exist, Killian Jones.”

“Emma.” He panted, pulling her against him, his lips crashing against hers in a fury she had not experienced in her lifetime. “I love you.” He breathed against her neck, the heat of his mouth causing her skin to pebble and her knees to weaken beneath her.

“Then take me and I will always be yours.” She moaned against his ear, feeling his hesitation as he stilled his movements.

“You belong to my brother, I could not…”

“I belong to you, Killian Jones. Always.”

Without pause, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the center of the meadow, he placed her on her feet, removing his cloak and laying it out on the ground below them. He glanced nervously toward her, stepping closer as his hand gently brushed against her jaw. “I do love you Emma Nolan. Know that I will always be by your side, I will never abandon you.”

She felt the tears sting her eyes as he kissed her forehead, his fingers toying with the string of her cloak as he pushed the garment to the ground beside them. She was lost in a sea of blue eyes that beheld a man that she trusted more than anyone in the world. She felt the nervous jitters in her stomach, the anticipation of what was to come, knowing that she wouldn’t change this night for any in all the realms.

Without taking his eyes off her, he pulled the cloth over her head, the cool breeze dancing on her bare skin. His jaw was set firm, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, glancing at her in the moonlight as she pushed her pants toward the grass below them, standing naked in front of him.

Before meeting Killian Jones, she had never stood naked in front of a man in her entire life. She had only known him a short while and she had already presented to him twice now. The first he had stared at her hungrily from his place in the lake, but tonight, she felt as if he was memorizing her body, an appreciation of her that made her feel as if he thought she hung the very moon in the sky above them.

She had seen him naked before, the night in the lake she had been so stunned by his sudden action that she barely had time to register that he was suddenly naked and entering the water. But now, as he removed his clothing, standing bare in front of her, she found herself admiring the man in front of her. His body taut, the hair that grew along his chest that she followed lower, below the hip line until she found herself gulping at the sheer size of him.

Before she could allow the panic to set in, the knowledge of what was about to happen, he gathered her into his arms, lowering her down to the ground as he held the back of her head with his hand. His blunted arm holding himself off the ground. Looking into his eyes she knew she wanted nothing more than to experience this with him, to share this bond that no other man could ever take from them.

When his lips touched hers, his hand slipping to her breast, all other rational thought extinguished and all she could feel was the desire that had built between them. She clung to him, her hand shaking, her body shivering as he entered her for the first time, the shock of pain causing her to cry out. His attack on her neck stilled, his eyes anxiously seeking hers. “Are you alright, love. Does it hurt?”

She shook her head, unable to put into words how she was feeling. “Please,” was the only word that would leave her mouth as she urged him forward, pulling his mouth to hers in order to put out the fire between her legs. As he began to move above her, the pain subsiding and replaced with a sense of wonder and enlightenment, she cried out, their bodies drenched in sweat, his mouth on hers, moving together in a rhythm that increased steadily with each moan and silent plea. When her head fell backward against the grass, an unfamiliar feeling building in her stomach, she saw stars explode behind her eye lids, the throaty moan in her ear causing her body to clinch around him as he bruised her hips until his body stilled above her. He slumped against her as they lay in the tall grass, breathless panting the only sound she could hear around her until she felt his hand in her hair, his lips press softly against her forehead.

“You are my forever.” He whispered, pushing the strands from her face. “I will not lie with another woman for as long as I shall live.”

She stared at him. “Killian, no. I cannot ask that of you.”

“You did not ask.” He said with a small smile.

She sat up, staring down at him, her fingers playing mindlessly with the hairs on his chest. “This is not fair.” She said as a tear slipped from her eye.

“Aye, that it is not, but this is our duty, remember.” He said sadly, reaching up to wipe the offending drop from her cheek.

“It is our duty.” She repeated sadly, lying next to him, and closing her eyes, wishing more than anything to never wake up from this dream.

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