#her response was 'no that would be lying'

[dollarbils]

nothing like your tattoos | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

warnings. angst, kind of suggestive, little bit of fluff (this is SO dramatic i’m sorry 🤧) not proof read

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her skin was sweaty as you traced her tattoos, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, and her chest beating up and down, to the softening rhythm of her breath, reminding you of previous events.

“okay, i gotta go baby, that alright?” even though she spoke as if it was, it wasn’t a question. but regardless, she made no attempt to move, no effort to escape your grasp.

“what do you think about me?” she raised her eyebrows, clearly confused.

“what do you mean?” riddled with your words, she awaited clarification. but when you didn’t speak, she grew worried.

“baby? what’s wrong?” her genuine concern never failed to fool you, trick you into believing her words of comfort. but the result was always the same. her absence.

“what am i to you?” she clearly didn’t like the sound of that question. unsure of its proper answer and naturally, of a response that would satisfy you.

“why would you ask me that?” disappointment spread across your features, unmistakably.

“you’re nothing like your tattoos.” she seemed amused now, puzzled by your misleading words.

“what do you mean?” she turned to look at you, careful not to move her hand as you traced the fairies that littered it.

“there’s nothing permanent about you.” her expression faded, a sense of sadness taking place instead.

“hey,” she caressed your face before speaking, demanding your attention, “i’ll stay, if you want me to.” and you knew it was honest. she would, she’d do it for you, but never of her own accord.

“that’s not what i want.” you sat up, and out of her grasp as she followed.

“then what do you want?” the question was too complicated for a simple response.

“i want you to want me.” her breath hitched slightly, almost faint enough to miss.

“i do want you.” she brought her hand to your face in attempt to comfort you. but her words were empty, meaningless. because she was never clear about her true feelings behind them.

“no you don’t, not really. i’m just a good fuck to you.” you said it like you were disgusted, disappointed in yourself for letting it get this far.

“good? don’t underestimate yourself babe, you’re a whole lot more than good.” a hint of humour could be found in her tone but it wasn’t amusing. not to you, not under the circumstances.

“billie, that’s not the point.” your saddened expression gave her the hint that the humour was misplaced.

“sorry, i just- i guess i just don’t know what you want from me.” she was lying through her teeth, fully aware of what you desired.

“oh please! you know exactly what i’m talking about.” she looked away for a second, taking a moment to think.

“i’m just not one for relationships. it’s too much for me.” she rubbed your cheek with her thumb, sending a river of mixed signals and emotions.

“well this,” you gestured between the two of you, “it’s too little for me. i can’t do this with you anymore.” you made a move to get up, shifting away from her, but she pulled you back by the arm.

“wait, no. i can’t lose you.” she seemed surprised by her own words, as if it was more of a reflex rather than a conscious expression of her feelings.

“that’s tough then, billie. because you’re not even willing to try.” when she didn’t say anything, nothing to confirm nor deny, you grew frustrated.

“whatever bils, I’m sorry i can’t keep this up. but it just hurts too much.” her eyes were teary when you turned away from her, your own tears now spilling down your face.

“i can’t promise permanence but i can promise you i’ll try.” she said it all at once, a desperate plea. you almost didn’t catch her words.

“what?” you turned around to look at her. her eyes were big, her lips plump. it was so hard not to fall in love with her.

“i just want to be with you. i don’t care how, i just need you in my life.” she chewed on her lip, a physical expression of her stomach churning out of anticipation.

“really?” your emotions neared disbelief. not quite sure if anything was real.

“yeah. please let me stay. i want to stay.” you nodded and she kissed you like you were hers. she kissed you like she wanted the feeling tattooed on to her lips forever.

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[fontainexpert]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 — 𝙨𝙚-𝙢𝙞/𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 380

ᓚᘏᗢ  se-mi / player 380 x 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᓚᘏᗢ  where it’s almost dinner time after the first game, but you are craving something else instead.

tags; lesbian sex, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex. Se-mi! receiving it. *MUNCH is a slang commonly used in someone that really enjoys doing oral sex. it's often used by people who get pussy-drunk in oral sex, and don't care about their own pleasure, only their partner.

Throwing her head back, Se-mi loudly moaned.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, her underwear already wet with anticipation, she watched as you removed your own jacket, and then hers. The girl gave a few steps in your direction, and watched as you pulled her t-shirt, bringing her close, lips meeting with desperate kisses and wandering hands on her waist.

"Jump on the sink for me baby." You muttered, licking and sucking Se-mi's neck, giving a few hickeys she knew the you would proudly look at.

As soon as Se-mi jumped and opened her legs so you could be in the middle, it was game over. The sink was small, sure. Not to mention the tap sink that was bothering her spine. However, all discomfort went out the drain when she saw you kneeling in front of her and removing her pants and underwear in one go.

Buried nose-deep in her wet pussy, your hands gripped her thighs like a vice, digging in the meat both with your hands and tongue deep inside. The best part is that you knew that you would be the only one to see the purple bruises that would most likely form in the area. Se-mi’s skin always so sensitive, bruising easily with the smallest of efforts.

You ran your tongue over her clit, just to suck gently a second later, making Se-mi shake in an overstimulation that barely started. She tasted like heaven, god, and you thought how you would absolutely never tire of eating such a pretty pussy that always gushed so good in response to your touches and caresses.

You continued sucking her clit, giving a few stops to flatten up your tongue and roll it, watching as Se-mi twitched and moaned. You brought your tongue to the dripping hole of the pussy you were currently devouring, groaning in pleasure and pain as the woman screamed once more, grabbing your hair and shoving your face deep in her pussy, riding it slowly, a breathless smile on her face.

"I love- I love your mouth." She moaned with a smile on her face, biting her lip piercing and making movements back and forth, riding your tongue, chuckling in disbelief at you, whose face was buried in the middle of her thighs, rolled your eyes back at your head, as if you was the one receiving it. "You love when I ride your face, don't you?" She finished talking, throwing her head back with a delirious sigh. "My little *munch."

Se-mi's eyes went to the back of her head in pleasure, continuing to moan freely as the you under her continued to munch her pussy away. Arching her back, she gasped as she felt two fingers enter her, plunging back and forth.

Her hips continued to move up and down, rubbing her pretty pussy all over your nose and mouth, smearing her juices.. She continued to shamelessly ride your face, opening her legs wider, arching her back as the seconds passed and more pleasure she felt.

Oh how you wished you both were back in Se-mi's apartment, where the woman would be laying down completely naked, receiving the best oral sex she ever received from someone, playing with her nipples and teasing the girl in between her thighs with images of her squeezing her boobs and twisting her nipples. Usually, this would trigger you to continue eating her as long as she wished, no matter how many orgasms the girl would go through.

But you would be completely lying if you said that you weren’t enjoying it as it was now.

Each time Se-mi would close her thighs, you would just chuckle against her clit and force them open, enjoying how the smallest groan or pressure on the sensitive part would make her entire body quiver. You made circular movements with the tip of your tongue, appreciating the pink bundle of nerves, now angry red, asking for release and more pleasure.

A devoted munch, you were.

It truly didn’t matter how many times you ate Se-mi out, you never would tire. Ever. Her pussy tasted like heaven, the perfect taste and glistening so much it would shine against a light. If possible to one day choose how to die, you would have absolutely voted to die in between her thighs, slurping and swallowing all the release Se-mi would give to you.

You continued to lap at her clit, curling your fingers up precisely against the spot that always melted the other girl. Scissoring your fingers inside the tight hole they were in, you sensed the walls beginning to spasm around them, knowing that the girl would cum soon, and unfortunately, the fun would be cut short.

Considering that they were doing this inside the bathroom of the place they were first kidnapped, you begrudgingly knew that you wouldn’t have much time to tease Se-mi.

Broken moans left Se-mi's mouth, not a single coherent phrase or word leaving her lips. You hungrily looked up, watching as the woman who always acted so nonchalant about everything around her, was now pathetically moaning and begging for release, not even managing to form a sentence.

She whined a few weaks coming, coming, coming one after the other, broken pleas at the tip of her tongue. She was mewling, eyes rolled at the back of her head, her juices now dripping down your chin and completely soaking your skin. Lucky for you, already knowing that you liked it messy, liked to slurp it all up, make Se-mi's pussy as sloppy as possible and then bury your face deep inside; as a precaution, you removed your shirt, staying only in a bra. And now, as you lapped on the sweet pussy in your mouth, a few drops of the juice would drip from your chin, to your breasts.

Removing your face, you breathed quickly. "I need you to cum for me." Humming as you went back to suck at the clit. Grasping Se-mi's thighs and bringing them even closer, closing them around your head and burying your face once more to the wet paradise. 

Se-mi moaned your name, riding your face with gusto, tongue often touching her own lip piercing, while her hands touched your hair and continued pressing your mouth into her pussy. You moved your face, going side to side and slurping her clit and fingers plunging harder inside her wet hole. No doubt, your entire face would be smeared in her juices at this point. 

Unfortunately, you had to move back and grasp a few gulps of air, before diving back in.

"C'mon baby, make a mess of my face."

That was enough for Se-mi. She began chanting your name like a prayer, gasping in the immense pleasure she was feeling. The shock spamming through her body, thighs shaking terribly and certainly would have fallen if she was standing. She came with a loud groan, eyes closed but rolling at the back of her head.

You, however, continued sucking and slurping every juice that now fell inside your mouth. Drinking like a starved woman, and maybe you were, just not for food or actual water. 

Se-mi whined in overstimulation, pushing your head back. You obeyed and unfortunately released her clit from your lips, giving one last lick in appreciation before removing your fingers from her vagina and licking them up, maintaining eye contact with the woman.

“Thank you for the dessert before dinner, baby.”

HELLO; thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed it! - this smut part was taken from my fanfiction on wattpad, called "CARNAL", by the username of fontainexpert! feel free to see the entire fanfic if you'd like! <3

[justhereforsubsevika]

Random thought but what about reader lighting her cig🫣

Okay i finally have a good flipping idea for this

Fluff maybe a bit nsfw/lewd?

Thick cigars lined the inside of Sevika's desk drawer, neatly piled up to fill it completely. She was extremely precious about them, counting them nightly, only buying the nicest ones that tasted deep and rich, not just like shitty smoke. Only issue is that she still hasn't learnt how to use her lighter with one hand. It'd been a week since her arm was blown off, and it had really shaken her. Well, it would shake anyone to lose so much of their mobility.

It pissed her off that her coping mechanisms had been reduced down to just drinking, because she didn't mind frying her lungs but she didn't really like pickling her liver. You watched her on numerous occasions, sat in front of the fireplace, struggling to light her cigar. She'd eventually give up, grunting and stomping to the liquor cabinet to pour herself a whiskey, undiluted and large. Ever the stubborn bull, she refused to let you light it, and refused to put her cigar against the dying embers crackling in the fireplace.

"I've gotta learn, princess. Can't be reduced down to not being able to light my own damn cigar."

*

You two were lying in bed, cuddling after youd got done having sex. She wasn't up to her usual self, itd been the first time since she lost her arm, and you could tell she was emotional. Sevika was a fighter, she needed her arm to fight. Sevika was a lover, she needed her arm to love. The way she squeezed you to her side like if she let go you'd drift away told you how emotional this moment was for her, Lord forbid she actually told you.

Sevika reached into her dresser drawer, fumbling to find her pack of cigars. She rested them on your chest before leaning over to grab herself a lighter. You put the cigar between her lips, kissing her cheek and the corner of her mouth which clamped the cigar inside it. She hummed as she took in the sweetness of your lips against hers, so gentle and tender.

She fumbled with the lighter, her frustration finally building to the point of sadness and distress. You saw the tears well in her eyes before she turned away, her body trembling. "It's okay, Sevi, let me.."

She turned back to you, grey eyes wet and reddened, her mouth dropping into the most heartbreaking frown. You lifted the lighter to her cigar and lit it, stroking her cheek and staring into her eyes. She inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke beside her. "Can I try?" you asked, and she choked out a smoker's laugh.

"Fuck off, you're not ruining your lungs just because I do. I ever catch you with one of these, and I'm putting a blade to your throat."

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, resting your head on her chest. "Hot," she rolls her eyes at your response, "maybe I'll smoke every one of your cigars."

She's quiet for a while, the only light in the room the faint orange glow of her cigar. She sighs when it's finished, smiling smally up at the ceiling.

"Thank you, princess."

[siri-ike]

@murderandjam I gotchu

"ALL THE ASSASSIN TRAINING IN THE WORLD COULDN'T KEEP THIS BOY SAFE!!!" Jazz thought, calmly drinking her morning tea. "HOW DID HE MANAGE TO GET HIMSELF KILLED?!?!" The kitchen TV was playing the news. “This is the first time anyone has managed to capture a clean image of the ‘ghost boy of Amity Park.’”

Years of assassin training had taught her not to show signs of disstress. If she had stayed, she could probably still hide the twitch in her eye. Could she really only keep him alive for a measly 7 years? That's only 6 years, 11 months, and 24 days longer than the Fentons would have managed.

Maybe the leagues methods were right. She should have trained him from the start... made him strong... made him... hide who he was... spend his whole life pretending. No, she didn't want him to have to live like her. He had been young enough to forget. She'd be lying if she said all the secrecy didn't wear on her. But lying was what she was good at.

Over the next couple of months, she watches him from afar. Ready to jump in, were he knocked out or overpowered. No need to mention how often she disposes of a troublesome ghost for gaining the upper hand. It seems cruel to keep so many in a single thermos. But they don't matter. Keeping her little brother safe is the only thing that matters.

But then, he disappears. Replaced by his older self. One timeline led to another and, well.

It's a lot harder to keep the idiot alive when he knows she's there. With all the extra effort she had to put into staying in character within a completely new set of circumstances, she noticed far too late that he had started acting differently. He was distant, tired, and his response time suffered. But when Maddie started talking about military school, that's when she knew she had to do something.

"Dad?" She addressed the large man across the kitchen table. A man who looked nothing like her father or any of her former carers. "Tell me about your side of the family." Sweetly, remember, no hint of ulterior motives.

After endless ramblings, including the Fenton-Nightingales, his mother's double mastectomy before he was born, and his fathers constant disappearances. Despite endless evidence, he still never realized he was the product of an affair. Although, he had also given her pediatrician the same information, so he might just not be well-versed with the birds and bees in general.

The moment he got to Uncle Harvey, Jasmine stopped him."Tell me about Harvey." Subtle, let him think it was his idea.

She knew who the man was, with his impressive arrest record and, most importantly, apartment in Gotham. Which just so happened to have a Lazarus pit. Lazarus water had a positive effect on ghosts. And there was no way she was telling anyone how she found that out.

The conversation played out exactly as she'd planned. Jack went on and on, and Maddie suggested sending Danny there instead. Despite the flawless execution, she knew her real parents would have found some error, some way Jasmine had failed.

Sam and Tucker didn't take much convincing. They'd noticed his rapid decline already. And found out about Dani. After a violation like that, they barely needed a push. It didn't hurt that they were still a bit agitated from the ecto acne.

Danny was a harder sell. She put all her big sistering and physiological tricks to work, and still had to pull out the "military school" card.

She did still make him bring a ghost thermos and a picture of the guy. Getting kidnapped most likely wouldn't improve his overall condition.

As much as she wants to be there to keep him safe, that's not what he needs right now, and she knows it. He needs to relax. And unfortunately, that's not in her skill set.

The following hours were awkward. What was she supposed to do with just Sam and Tucker?

Thank the pit for the ghost alert conveniently popping off every 15 minutes or so, keeping the kids distracted. That gave her plenty of time to deal with her 4am visitor.

Jasmine Al Ghul

silly almost crack prompt of a roll reversal story twist on the typical demon brothers.

Jasmine is an Al Ghul. I personally am imaging her as damains sister/half sister. As a girl she was never going to be heir but she trained and studied diligently. She was incredibly adapt at physicalizing her targets and strategy. Once she figured out how a target thinks, it was easy to take them apart, even easier to get them to take themselves out.

so it really isn't that surprising to realize she's expendable to the league. so she leaves, not dramatically, not with a death. on a mission to the States she cuts out all her trackers, leaves behind her swords, and heads to a random rural town.

there she's found a boy who calls himself danny and takes her home. she's adopted and throws herself into her new life. she focuses hard on psychology both because it's familiar, and because it teaches her how to act normal.

if she focuses her attention on sweet (innocent) danny, then she is repaying his kindness of taking her in. if she needs to hunt to eat, well it's nothing compared to league training, she will get enough food for both of them. if she can fix danny's problems then no one will pay attention to hers.

Jasmine Fenton. Straight A's student (because she can never be anything less than perfect). someone who's friendly but doesn't make friends (because they can't get too close). Obsessed with her future career and college (as highschoolers often are). A doting older sister (she needs to protect danny, her hands are already bloody his doesn't need to be). A teenage daughter exasperated with her parents (that one isn't exactly a lie.)

Jasmine Fenton. a normal girl. that's what she is. that's all she is. she's made sure of it. the girl with the al ghul name disappeared 7 years ago. she never existed in the first place according to the league.

Jazz plans to keep it that way.

[aleniaaa]

"Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader SMUT

summary: Maya Routledge finds herself stuck with Rafe Cameron in Barbados.

warnings: age gap (18-21), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), guns, violence

a/n: hey y'all bit longer than my usual fanfics; please repost if you like it :** kisses on y'all's foreheads

words: 3,9k

After being transported from the so-called "Poguelandia" to Barbados, I decided to make a run for it. I had to get away from the Pogues. Even though I was a Pogue by blood, I never truly felt like I belonged with them. My dad didn’t care much for me or my brother. He was always obsessed with finding treasure, chasing after some fairytale fantasy. When I saw those same legends starting to get into my big brother’s head, I realized how much he had changed. His obsession, along with his girlfriend Sarah, made me think that maybe they had both lost it.

Escaping from them wasn’t too difficult, not with the chaos and noise of the city. I found myself walking through a market, trying to steal some fruit—honestly, it was the only skill I’d ever learned from my dad. But out of nowhere, someone grabbed me from behind. I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, silencing any attempt to scream. I was helpless, and no one came to help. The more I struggled, the more I felt myself slipping away. Soon, everything went black, and I drifted off into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the market. I was in a strange, well-furnished room. But what struck me first were my clothes—I was now wearing a beautiful red silk dress. Panic surged through me. What was going on? Anxiety gripped me, and I froze in fear, unable to move. My mind raced, but all I could think was, "This isn’t how I’m going to die." After a moment of sheer shock, I forced myself to stand and rushed to the door. I yanked on the handle with all my strength, shouting, "HELP! PLEASE LET ME OUT!" But there was no response.

I went to the window, desperate for any hint of what was going on. All I saw were fields stretching for miles, nothing but endless grass in every direction. I collapsed onto the bed, trying to think of how I could escape this place. As if on cue, the door opened. A man, armed and speaking in a foreign tongue, gestured for me to follow him. I had no choice but to obey, my legs trembling beneath me.

He led me to a large living room where I was confronted by a man who looked like he belonged in charge. "Hello, Miss Routledge," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I apologize for the inconvenience of your trip here, but the circumstances left me no choice. Please, sit." He gestured toward a chair in front of him, and as I hesitated, he introduced himself. "I am Mr. Singh."

I glared at him. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" My voice trembled, but I couldn’t hold back the anger.

"You see, Miss Routledge," he began, his Caribbean accent thick and authoritative, "you have something that belongs to me. And I would greatly appreciate it if you returned it to me."

I shook my head, confused. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have anything."

He smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Now, Miss Routledge, I know you’re lying. And do you know what I despise the most? Lies." His tone grew colder.

"I’m not lying! I don’t know what you’re talking about!" I protested, my heart pounding in my chest.

"The diary," he said, his voice sharp. "I know you have it—or at least, you’ve had it. Where is it?"

It clicked. He was talking about that treasure-related diary John B had been obsessing over. I wasn’t interested in any of that. "Look, if it’s about that nonexistent treasure, I don’t have it, and I don’t want it. You should talk to my brother, not me. He’s the one obsessed with it," I explained, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Very well," Singh said with a cold smile. "Take her away."

Before I could react, two guards grabbed my arms, dragging me aggressively toward the door. I kicked and screamed, trying to break free, but it was no use. As they pulled me away, I heard Singh's voice behind me, calm and sinister. "Even if you don’t have what I’m looking for, maybe you’ll still serve as bait."

The door slammed shut, and my heart sank. I had no idea what was coming next.

I was lying on the bed, trying to process everything, when I heard the door creak open. To my surprise, the last person I expected to see walked in: Rafe fucking Cameron, dressed in a sharp suit. He froze when he saw me.

"What are you doing here, May? Are you trying to ruin my deal?" he snapped. I blinked, momentarily thrown off guard. Rafe was the only one who ever called me "May"—everyone else always called me Maya. For some reason, he liked to shorten it. There was something in his tone—anger, annoyance—something that made me uneasy.

"What the hell are you talking about? I’m literally kidnapped here!" I shot back, my confusion rising. "How the hell did you even get here?"

He looked at me like I was the crazy one. "What do you mean you’re kidnapped? I’m here to close the sale of the cross." His voice was calm, but I could tell he wasn’t lying. My suspicion that he was behind this situation faded a bit.

"Yeah, some pilot found us on a deserted island, and it turns out he’s mixed up in all this. He wants some diary my brother has and is trying to use me as bait," I explained quickly.

Rafe sighed, rubbing his face. "Jesus Christ, you Pogues always try to get your hands on things that don’t belong to you."

I felt my anger rise. "Hey, I’m not like them, okay? I didn’t ask for this, and I don’t give a damn about any treasure! So don’t talk to me like that."

He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. "Alright, listen. I’ll talk to this guy and try to make a deal. You stay here, and be good. Afterward, I’ll figure out a way to get us out of here. Sound good?" He pointed at my face, making sure I was listening.

I nodded, and he left. Rafe was gone for about 25 minutes, meeting with the man. When he returned, I could see the worry in his eyes.

"And?" I asked, eager for answers.

"Ugh, we’re in deep shit," Rafe muttered. "He thinks I’m after the treasure, too, and offered me some shady deal for the cross."

"What about getting us out of here?" I pressed.

"Yeah, Plan B," he said, looking serious. "They won’t let us go. We’ll have to break out or something. Listen carefully. There’s one guard outside the door. You need to get his attention, and I’ll hide. Once he comes in, I’ll grab his gun and take him out, alright?"

I nodded, feeling the tension building. Minutes later, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Help!"

The guard didn’t waste any time. When I went silent, the door opened, and he stepped inside, gun pointed toward me. "Hey, what’s going on here?" he called out, walking in the direction of the bathroom.

That’s when Rafe sprang into action. He lunged at the guard, landed a punch to his face, grabbed the gun, and then slammed his elbow into the guard’s stomach for good measure. The guy went down hard, unconscious before he could even react.

"Okay, follow me." Rafe led the way, taking out a guard on the way out. I placed my hand on his back, trying my best to stay calm despite the fear bubbling inside me.

"I’ve got a boat at the port that can take us to OBX," Rafe said, glancing back at me. "I can drop you off anywhere you need." His offer was a surprising shift from the usual cold, distant Rafe I knew. It was a kind gesture, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of something warmer.

We climbed into a truck loaded with hay, both of us relieved to have escaped. Rafe leaned back against the wall of the vehicle, a small smile creeping onto his face as he glanced at me.

"You know, May, I never took you for a Pogue. You're better than them," he said casually.

"Thanks," I replied, unsure of how to react. The truth was, Rafe had always been my secret crush, the one no one knew about. But because he was a Kook and I was a pouge, I never let myself think of anything more.

Hearing him say that, though, made me feel almost equal to him for a moment. It was nice, in a way, to know he saw me differently.

When we arrived at the port and boarded his yacht, Rafe was busy preparing it for the journey ahead. I watched him for a moment, and after a while, he noticed my gaze.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like what?" I replied, a little taken aback.

"Doesn't matter," he said with a chuckle.

As the yacht sailed, the quiet between us stretched until Rafe broke it with some small talk. "So, how's school? You're a senior, right?"

"Yeah, it's alright," I answered. Rafe was 21, and I was almost 18, so he was already done with school.

"You want something to drink? It's gonna take us about two days to get to OBX," he offered.

"Sure, what do you have?" I asked.

"Whiskey, wine, beer, or water," he said, glancing at me.

"Beer would be great, thanks," I replied.

He handed me a cold beer, and as the sun started to set, we spent the evening talking. After a few beers, I started feeling the effects, my head spinning just a little. Rafe seemed to be handling it better, even though he had been drinking too.

"You know, I had a pretty big crush on you back in the day," I said, laughing lightly.

"Really?" he asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, I used to look for you around school," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

A moment of silence passed, and then Rafe turned toward me, his expression softening. "I didn't know that," he said quietly. He leaned in a little, and for a second, the world seemed to slow. He looked into my eyes and kissed me. Lightly grabbing my face, deepening the kiss.

I reached my hand to unbuckle his belt. My underwear was soaking and I was ready to take him. Before that I had slept with my now-ex-boyfriend but he didn't make me feel so horny as Rafe in that moment. I don't know if the alcohol made me this confident but I sat on top of him, straddling his crotch. I felt his arousal on my ass. I continued kissing him and his hands were exploring every inch of my body.

Slightly squeezing my boobs, pinching my nipples through the dress, stroking my back. I unbuttoned his cotton shirt and started placing small pecks on his refined abs. "Wait" he suddenly stopped me "I didn't bring condoms" he looked at me with concern.

"Fuck it, I don't care." I said quickly. I was too aroused to stop now. His hand slid under my dress and found my panties. One of his fingers slid inside me and I let out a small moan. With his fingers pumping inside me I took his pants off massaging him through black pair of boxers. When he felt I was close to orgasm Rafe withdrew his hand and pulled me in for a kiss. Meanwhile I took out his cock and palmed it. He was moaning. "Shit, May" I lined his dick with my entrance and slowly lowered myself on it.

I grabbed his torso to steady myself and when I adjusted to his large size I started rocking my hips back and forth. "Ohh Rafe You feel so good." I was breathing heavy and my vision started to blur from pleasure. "You make me feel so good Rafe. If I knew your dick was so good I'd make a move sooner." I felt his finger circle my clit.

I picked up the pace and started moving my hips faster. "Fuck May I'm so close right now." He painted and I felt his dick twitch inside my coochie. I squeezed him and cummed, leaving a white ring around him.

Soon after he also came and I felt his warm release. I rode out the last bits of his orgasm and got off him, laying next to him trying to steady my breath and heartbeat.

"Damn John B would freak out if he knew I fucked his little sister." he smiled with his eyes closed. I playfully smacked his chest laughing with him.

[lilywily143]

Broken Visit

I realize I'm really predictable, aren't I? (Is this a spoiler to my comic if it's the same as every comic I have made?)

And with this meme, the post is at the 30 image max

Door opens

Uzi: You better be trying your BEST to fix him!!!

Door Closes

Khan: God, I wasn't expecting her to be yelling...

N: Hello?

K: Hi, N. I heard you got hurt.. I wanted to visit.

N: Th-thank you...

Nori: I'm here too.

SD- N: Thanks, heh

K: ....so, what exactly happened?

N: If you wanna talk about it?

SD-N: It's nothing bad... And I'm sure they'll fix me up.

Look of: He's lying through his teeth, ain't he?

S L A M

Help me.

U: They say the disassembly drones can't be covered by insurance. We'd have to pay in FULL. It would be $48,000!

K: Oh god Are 5 LED's meant to be that expensive?

U: They... No.. They're his functional eyes.

K + N: THOSE ARE HIS EYES?!

N: Are they not going to fix me....?

U: I'll help you with this honey, I just need to walk with them.

K: I'll try to help too.

N: I-I genuinely cannot tell who you are, sir. But please please stay. I don't wanna be alone any longer.

K: I-I can stay..

N: Th-thank you...

U: Okay mom. You. Me. Let's scream at a manager.

SD-N: Mrs. Nori? She's here?

N: Yeah. Don't worry Nathan. We're getting you fixed.

CLOSE

Pat pat

K: .... I have a question for you.

N: Yeah?

K: Aren't you able to regenerate?

K: or did it break today? or

N: no no no no

N: NO I DON'T WANNA REGENERATE

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K: I'm sorry for asking! Please stop using your claws!

....

N: i'm sorry Mister Khan... I just... That was a Solver ability.... and it...

N: It re-required me to eat drones.

N: I hate HARE that I only survived my fight with that thing was because of the suffering of others... I'm supposed to be so much more broken...

K: N... You're not meant to be broken. You are meant to be healthy and fixed.

N: THROUGH CANNABILISM?!?

K: wince Look... You weren't in a good scenario. You can't blame your past fully on yourself.

N: But... How much of my actions can I blame on the solver until I'm just the victim..?

K: Oh my robo-god. You were a victim! You did bad things because you were a victim. It happens a lot. Some people don't take responsibility because of that. But you're taking too much responsibility.

K: I know it's hard to find a... balance in this situation. But I know you will figure it out. And anything you put on yourself? I wish you gain the compassion you need to forgive your actions. Because I do. I hope this is helpful. I'm not a therapist. I can't forgive myself that easily either.

N: Thank you.... for... everything...

[he got fixed at this point]

[yotogibanashi]

Even if you forget them forever, they will remain by your side.

Caution: Hit-and-run accident, blood mentioned and amnesia. Please be aware of this and read my writing at your own risk if you decide to be stubborn (those who have issues related to the caution or having potential traumatized triggered I've detailed above). Pairing: Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon x gn!reader. Genre: Angst.

Part 1: You've promised.

Ellen Joe

Just a normal day. You, Ellen's significant other—just hanging out together on a day when she had the day off from school and work—agreed to spend time with you. A date, to be more specific. Perfect weather for a walk around the Sixth Street area.

Suddenly your steps stopped, causing the young woman next to you to raise her eyebrows, wondering why. You smile awkwardly and explain to her. "Ah, I almost forgot. Since we're here I'm actually want to return this back."

You take out and held up a DVD you rented from Random Play. The problem is, you two are almost far from the video store, but you decide to go alone and saying it would be quick—is what you promised to the thiren—earned a heavy sigh but she wouldn't mind waiting for you, knowing you've always the type of person to keep your promises paid no matter how trivial, important nor out of whim those promise is—even if you somehow failed them you still keep it. Even ridiculous one.

"Don't worry, I'll make this quick!"

Your words echoed in the young woman's mind. You've promised. So... why don't you come back? She has been waiting for you for five minutes. Feeling uneasy suddenly developing within Ellen. What's this? This is a mere Sixth Street and surely you're accidentally caught up helping people in the way to return back to her. Right?

No... maybe I'm just tired. Yes, she probably a bit restless due to classes and her part time job is getting busier recently is why she somewhat feeling uneasy all of the sudden. Her teeth fiddling with the lollipop—not in relaxing way but uneasiness.

In the end she started walking towards Random Play. Wondering what's taking so long for you for a mere returning back the DVD. However, she was greeted with unexpected sight—in this supposed lovely ordinary day of her date with you.

Among the murmuring of several people gathered, you, lying motionless in Belle's arms. Blood flowed out of your head—enough for Ellen's teeth crushed the lollipop with a crack and eyes widened when she saw you in such awful and unsightful condition—a condition where she's failed to be there with you in danger.

Belle was cradling you gingerly while Wise make an emergency call, seemingly without a doubt about the accident and seeking help. The former's eyes accidentally locked with Ellen's—for the first time, Belle saw with her very own eyes. A look that was crossing Ellen's features at that time is uncharacteristic of the usual laid-back shark-tailed girl.

Ellen leaned against one of the row chairs in an empty hallway along with the two siblings. A shadow casting upon her eyes making her expression taking a dark tone. Her mind kept remembering Belle's words—the bluenette mentioned it was a hit-and-run accident. Even Wise and other people nearby gathering the scene earlier confirmed in agreement at the same thing.

Ellen wasn't always this angry. She is always calm and falls asleep easily when there is a chance. This one dared to hit you and is not responsible for your unfortunate they've caused. Intentionally or not—running away is a clear answer as the daylight. Her fingers curled into fist in pent-up anger and resentment.

Belle and Wise can feel it radiant off from Ellen's very own being as they both exchanging concern glance in the background—aware this is a real bad knowing someone is on the shark-tailed girl's bad side and how care she is towards you despite the way she is. You're Ellen's, after all and she's yours. If that wasn't the case you two won't be together more than friends like you two did today.

The door opened and a doctor came out. Ellen quickly got up from her seat as soon as she heard the door opened. The doctor approached the three and told them about your condition.

"Their condition is fine and stable." The doctor assured them that. But a frown formed upon the doctor's features. As if contemplative something and was about to deliver a bad news, "unfortunately—they ended up having amnesia."

Belle gasped as she clasped her mouth with her hands in frightened shock, Wise frown in disbelief upon the news. Ellen—her heart almost sank and dropped to the ground. A hit-and-run accident is bad enough and now you get amnesia? Whoever the culprit behind this is definitely received two folds nightmare from her very own hands.

"Their head suffered a very strong blow on something hard or possibly fell badly earned a bad concussion as the results," the doctor added. "I'd suggest you three go easy on them. Patient is important. I'm sure they'll remember everything when you guide them." The doctor's advice before stepping aside with a gesture—allowing the three to heading inside and look at your condition.

Ellen felt her heart being squeezed hard. The sight of your resting state in daze and blank gaze staring the ceiling in confusion made her chest aches.

Part 1: Bloodstained.

Von Lycaon

As promised. You two spent your free time together on your day off from the job after preoccupied with each other's own responsibility—no work and no to anything related to the former. Just a lovely day for you two having a pleasant date.

Lycaon, being the gentleman he is—never failed to make you walk beside him while he is on the side of the road, open the door for you, pull out a chair for you to sit in. He was already a such attractive, werewolf thiren you've met combination his gentleman and romantic gestures only flattered your poor heart further as if falling in love again.

After filling your stomachs, you both went out and left the cafe with your hand on his arm as usual after he'd offered it second ago. You chatted happily and he listened with a small smile on his lips seeing you always happy regardless the situation. It was something he admires about you.

Suddenly you stopped, making him stop too. He turned to you, wondering why you stopped suddenly. "Is something wrong?" His eye watching your other hand rummaging inside your pocket closely.

"Ah... my key. Maybe I accidentally dropped it back in that cafe. Wait here, alright? I promise this will be quick!" You smiled awkwardly and didn't give him a chance to protest, you turned around and ran back to the cafe. Even though it was a bit far at this point because you two had already walked away from there.

Lycaon wish to after you but since you seem obviously insists it would be a quick one, he supposed he needs to wait like a devoted man he always be.

Time moves. Strange. It's been two minutes and you still haven't found your keys that you accidentally dropped in the cafe as you claimed? Lycaon narrowed his left eye when he saw that his pocket watch had already passed the time he had set around two minutes, waiting for your return.

Being the protective boyfriend he is—he walked back towards the cafe at a fast pace. Feeling of uneasiness begin developing within him and plague his thoughts. However, his major dreads became a reality. His left eye widened as he saw you collapsed on the road with blood on your head. People gathered around and some made an emergency call.

In a few moments he was by your side who collapsed and did not move. His strong arms lifting your limp and injured form with care and unwavering gentleness he'd reserve for you all the time he's always by your side. The thiren's trying to stay calm but his composure is shattered upon seeing you like this. So fragile like a glass that'll easily shattered with a mere poke.

This feeling is suffocating. He never this helpless before—he always be there and protect you, made sure no stains nor mere scratch ruined your pristine features, not even the slightest of them to be acceptable. But this time luck wasn't on his or your side. Your head is bleeding... Lycaon doesn't even care if he gets your blood stained his own fabrics even though he always takes care of his appearance. He couldn't afford to see those priority in this moment—you are more important than some blood stains. You're hurt. His significant other.

The thiren was sitting one of the row chairs in an empty hallway, his mind busy with the residents' comments about your accident earlier when he overheard the witness mentioned it was a hit-and-run accident. That alone enough to flared up his rage despite doing whatever he can do to keep his cool.

No one can blame him. He has the right to be this enrage even though it was a pent-up one. He definitely for sure after whoever this culprit to make them pay for caused you the pain you caught up upon yourself.

The door opened and a doctor came out and approached him. Lycaon was quick lifted his weight off his seat to his feet and expecting for the doctor's words about your condition.

"Don't fret," The doctor reassured him, "their condition is stable now."

The doctor paused. As if contemplative something and it didn't take a genius the doctor was about to deliver those "but" stuff. "However, they suffer from amnesia. The impact from the accident made their head hit hard against the ground and regain a hard concussion."

That news made Lycaon's heart almost sank immediately the moment the doctor's mentioning you've suffered from amnesia. The doctor somehow easily noticed the tension from him and the way he clenched his jaw.

The doctor smile empathetically. "I'm sure that—if you guide them patiently, they'll remember everything." The doctor stepping aside and give the thiren space to go heading inside where you're waiting on the bed in daze and confusion lingered in your dull eyes—like a lost soul.

The sight enough to make his heart sank completely to the ground.

Postscript: This is my very first writing and I do hope this story somewhat satisfied all of you. I'm not really expert about medical field, however. I'm just using logical and information through Google about the possibility amnesia caused. Please criticize me if my writing is not accurate to characters characteristics, the grammar or my words isn't beautiful enough to read. I'm sure it might help me improving my writing better. I'm not really romantic person about love but still write this anyway. Haha... what do I have to do for the part two!? I almost losing my idea already for this one!

[doodle-do-wop]

Stina's got the most insane life and no one bloody talks about it, ESPECIALLY Shannon herself. Like the biggest controversy about the Heks is the marriage between Timkin and Bika never being labeled as a bad match and people Like Rayni bring it up as if Stina's home life is on a timeline to destruction but they're not.

If the council wanted to do something about their marriage they would've. Rayni's parents are both talented and all they changed was one question to be Matched but it took 40 years before they were caught and banished. Whatever had been done is something even Stina possibly doesn't fully know herself but what she does know is that her parents love each other. Her mother never picked up a single match list until her father because according to Unlocked, Timkin was on Vika's first list.

Stina's been said to have been helping with the unicorns since she could walk around the pastures and helping with such rare (there are maybe 150 unicorns in the entirety of the Lost Cities which was mentioned in book 1 from the prattles pins) and possibly temperamental creatures (guys have you met a horse) is a massive responsibility and can be quiet draining at times.

Stina knows her dad is Black Swan but it's not clear for how long she's known (she complains about Sophie being allowed to help the Black Swan in Neverseen to her dad super casually right in front of Sophie) and that has to have put some kind of tension or something.

The Horse Girls (Stina, Maruca, Marella, and Linh) are literally THE underdog group of the series. They've all been rejected in one way or another and yet they all end up hanging out with Stina who you'd think is the last person they'd ever wanna be with. Marella and Stina didn't even like each other in Book 1 (as so many people don't tend to like Stina) but come Neverseen (the book) and Marella is literally at Stina's house, their families standing beside each other. And when Stina told Sophie how she manifested she actually seemed like she cared how her uncontrollable manifestation of the Empathy talent was affecting Marella (who wished she had Stina's talent to help with her mom). NOT TO BLOODY MENTION when Jensi was expressing his worry about sitting with the others at lunch because of his very possibly talentless status SOPHIE MOTHERFUCKING FOSTER HERSELF said not even STINA would judge/care!

Stina's way too complicated and Shannon is really dropping the ball on her own foot the way she had Stina sign herself for a billion projects in Stellarlune only to never mention any updates or progress done. Stina volunteered herself to visit Fintan with Marella once but we get NOTHING on that at all. We don't even know if she found anything looking through Kenric's books. She's reading war strategies apparently??? What fucking war strategies Shannon the elves were allegedly pacifist!! Does Stina just have War and Peace lying around??? Did she get it from Kenric's library???

Also Stina's a fucking goofball??? Like hello??? Stina in Legacy threw panacks petals at Sophie like it was confetti after Fitzphie (temporarily) were a 'thing'. Funniest fucking thing she could've done. And she swoons over Fitz for a hot second (so real of her tbh) IN THE SAME SCENE.

Shannon wrote one of the most fascinating characters and then covered it up with a 'mean girls' blanket

the thing about stina's character assassination in stellarlune that makes it all the more tragic to me is the fact that it is 100% feasible and possible for shannon to turn it back around for her and not make it seem out of nowhere. all she'd really need to do is reveal in book ten that something really fucked up happened to stina between legacy and stellarlune (maybe during unlocked?) and use that as an excuse for why stina was so irrationally angry in stellarlune. could be anything from her dad got kicked out of the black swan to like. a family member got mysteriously killed or some shit. anyway this would mean stina is not in her right mind in stellarlune, and while in legacy she was trying to be sophie's friend and right the wrongs, she now sees sophie as a provoker and dangerous. so she takes all her anger from whatever the incident was out on sophie because she doesn't know where else to direct it. then in book ten she calms down and realizes she was wrong, goes to sophie, explains what happened, and generally becomes more chill about the storehouse fire. sophie then realizes that stina wasn't really mad at her (kind of like fitz in exile) but just angry and lashing out at the easiest target. they then sob into each others arms and kiss. or something

anyway this is a tragedy because this is a perfectly valid route shannon could take to undo the mess she made of stellarlune stina and in fact even use it to give stina even more depth as a character but uh. how much do we wanna bet that shit is not happening

[arduousflame]

Lucanis walked back through the quiet halls of the Lighthouse, the muffled echoes of his footsteps the only sound accompanying him. Most of the building’s current inhabitants had already retired to their rooms. The meeting with Teia and Viago had concluded around midnight, but he’d chosen to take a detour through Treviso before returning. He needed to clear his head—and to drink in the sights of the city he had missed for over a year.

Treviso, his beloved city, was alive again. The streets buzzed with renewed energy, its people rediscovering hope as the Antaam’s occupation began to crumble, bit by bit. Lucanis smiled faintly as he thought of the one who had made much of that possible. A soft hum at the back of his mind confirmed that on this, at least, him and Spite were in agreement. Rook had been a force to be reckoned with, and for once, both man and demon were grateful she had chosen to help preserve the city he so cherished.

Still, something about her had seemed... off lately. Lucanis couldn’t shake the feeling. Rook had been quieter, more withdrawn, and even Teia had commented on it during the meeting. When Lucanis admitted he wasn’t sure how Rook was truly faring, the look Viago gave him was telling. It seemed Rook had been equally evasive with her own Talon.

The meeting itself had been draining. With Illario barely functioning in the aftermath of Caterina’s death, the responsibility of managing House Dellamorte’s remaining contracts had fallen squarely on Lucanis’ shoulders. Their coffers weren’t empty, not yet, but the survival of Dellamorte’s name depended on maintaining its reputation—contracts fulfilled, successes secured. But with his current limitations, Lucanis could not intervene directly. He had to rely on allies: House de Riva and House Cantori.

Viago and Teia had struck their arrangement with House Dellamorte years ago, during the early days of the Antaam threat. But asking them to directly interfere in Dellamorte’s contracts was something entirely different. It was a gamble, one Lucanis hated taking, but he was grateful for their support. They were, he realized, the closest thing he could call friends—outside of the people waiting for him now in the Lighthouse.

By the time Lucanis reached the observatory, its usual soft gloom greeted him. The room was dark and quiet, save for the faint scent of tea and burned coffee and the clutter of books and papers strewn across the couches. The remnants of this evening’s book club were still scattered about, left untouched. He noticed a book lying on the couch, a note with his name tucked inside its cover. Neve’s choice for the next session, no doubt. He picked it up, glancing at the title: a political thriller set in Orlais. Would be interesting.

Lucanis flipped through the pages idly as he continued toward the dining hall and his room, intending to start it soon. But as he neared the hall, the faint glow of light spilling from an open doorway caught his attention. A voice drifted through, low and distracted.

“Manfred, I had a stack of papers here, didn’t I?”

The rustle of parchment and a confirmative hiss followed. Lucanis stopped at the threshold, looking inside.

Rook sat at the table, surrounded by a chaotic array of letters and missives piled precariously on the table and chairs around her. Manfred hovered dutifully over her shoulder, his skeletal frame tilted in what could only be described as overeager assistance. A wisp darted past Lucanis, trailing a few loose sheets of paper in its wake.

Lucanis stepped forward, waving the wisp away before it could cause more mischief. He deftly caught the fluttering pages before they hit the ground. Rook, absorbed in her muttering, remained oblivious to his presence.

“Really, I swore I had some left,” she mumbled, flipping over already-written letters in search of the missing pages. “You’re sure you haven’t seen them, Manfred?”

The skeleton shook its head, mimicking her movements as he lifted individual sheets and set them aside in what could generously be called an attempt to help. Lucanis stifled a smirk. He could tell the skeletal assistant’s unintentional chaos was only going to frustrate her further. Deciding it was time to step in, he straightened and pushed the door open.

“Still awake, Rook?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice, her hand flying to her dagger. “Maker’s breath, Lucanis!” Her wide-eyed surprise melted quickly into a rueful chuckle. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He held up the pages he’d rescued, stepping fully into the room. “Looking for these?”

Rook exhaled sharply, relief washing over her face as she took the papers from him. “Yes, thank you. I thought I was losing my mind.”

“Manfred wasn’t much help, I take it?” Lucanis teased, glancing at the skeleton, who managed to look both indignant and unapologetic at the same time.

“He’s trying,” Rook said, though her smile betrayed her exasperation. “I’m not sure if it’s better or worse than him just standing there. I promised Emmrich I would keep an eye on him, he had to leave for the Necropolis on some urgent business.”

Lucanis chuckled and pulled out a chair, sitting across from her. “What’s all this?” he asked, gesturing to the mountain of correspondence spread across the table.

“Letters,” Rook said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Follow-ups, requests, a few... apologies. Seems like the the whole North decided I’m its favorite person to bother with their problems now. Thank the Maker Inquisitor Trevelyan is taking care of the South.”

“Well,” Lucanis said, leaning back slightly, “you did save most of them.”

Rook sighed, the weight of that truth settling between them. “It doesn’t feel like enough,” she admitted quietly.

Lucanis watched her for a moment, his expression softening. “You’ve done more than anyone could have asked of you, Rook. More than most would even try.”

She didn’t reply immediately, her fingers tracing the edge of one of the letters. “I just don’t want to fail them, or Varric… ,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You won’t,” Lucanis said firmly. “And you’re not alone in this. I meant it when I said I would be here to convince you.”

Rook glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his. For a brief moment, the exhaustion and doubt in her gaze seemed to ease.

“Thanks, Lucanis,” she said, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Teia and Viago extend their regards.” The faint smile faded again, Rook quickly looked back at the table.

“How is the situation? Did they have any new leads on Zara?”

“No,” Lucanis sighed, running a hand over his face, “the tracks are all dead-ends still. But, we at least have confirmation she is not in Vyrantium. She must still be in the city. But I’ll be honest, Treviso is in a precarious situation. One wrong step and Illario will drag our House to the ground. Viago is on edge, even more than before. But I guess he has kept you informed.”

At that Rook shook her head. “No.. No, he has not. We have not spoken since Caterina send me to the Ossuary.” At that confession, Lucanis raised an eyebrow.

Rook did not meet his eyes, she was busying her hands with the papers in front of her.

“Viago has high praise for you, Rook.” She snorted. “What makes you doubt that?”

“Are we talking about the same Viago?” Her quip was sharp, much sharper than he was used from her.

“I seem to recall you were a close confidant, were you not?” Rook growled, a sound he expected even less. “I was —am a tool to him. Nothing more. The world will truly end when Viago admits anything more than that.”

Lucanis studied Rook carefully. Her words hung in the air like a taut string, and the bitterness in her tone wasn’t lost on him. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as he spoke.

“That’s not what I’ve seen,” he said evenly. “Viago doesn’t place his trust lightly, and when he does, it’s not without reason. If he truly thought of you as just a ‘tool,’ he wouldn’t have left you standing after your mishap with the Antaam.”

Rook finally glanced up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You don’t know him like I do, Lucanis.”

“Maybe not,” he conceded, “but I know what it looks like when someone values another’s judgment. He listens to you, Rook. He respects you—even if he doesn’t say it outright.”

She shook her head, a humorless chuckle escaping her lips. “You’re giving him too much credit. Viago doesn’t respect anyone. He calculates, manipulates. That’s who he is.”

Lucanis tilted his head slightly, watching her. “And yet, he hasn’t cut you loose. Why do you think that is?”

Rook opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. She frowned, her hands stilling on the papers in front of her.

“Because he knows your worth,” Lucanis continued gently. “And whether you want to admit it or not, he depends on you. Just like the rest of us.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly at his words, and she looked down at the table again. “You’re wrong,” she murmured, but her voice lacked conviction.

Lucanis straightened, letting the conversation settle for a moment before changing the subject. “What about you? You’ve been quieter lately. Withdrawn. Is everything all right?”

Rook froze, her fingers curling around the edge of one of the letters. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, too quickly.

“That’s a lie,” Lucanis said bluntly. “And we both know it.”

She glared at him, the spark of defiance in her eyes momentarily rekindled. “Since when did you become my therapist?”

“Since I pulled you out of the canals, and the river in Rivain. There was also that puddle in the Wetlands,” he shot back, his tone even. “And since I watched you nearly collapse trying to take on more than anyone should have to.”

Rook clenched her jaw, the sharp retort she was ready to unleash faltering before it left her lips. She exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of her. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Maybe,” Lucanis said, his voice softening, “but you don’t have to handle it alone.”

Rook looked at him, her guarded expression faltering for just a moment. “It’s not that simple,” she said quietly.

“It never is,” Lucanis replied. “But if you keep shutting people out, you’ll only make it harder for yourself.”

“Oh, pot and kettle!” He smiled at her, knowing full well she was right about that.

Her gaze drifting to the stack of letters in front of her. “I don’t even know where to start,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

“Start with one thing,” he suggested. “What’s weighing on you the most right now?”

Rook hesitated, then sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Lavendel,” she said finally. “If we don’t find those sources of the Blight soon..”

Lucanis nodded. “We’ll find it. And we’ll deal with whatever comes next, together.”

For a long moment, Rook said nothing. Then, slowly, she nodded. “Thank you, Lucanis,” she said again, her voice a little steadier this time.

He stood, giving her a small smile. “Get some rest, Rook. We’ve got a long road ahead.”

He grabbed the book he left on the table and walked to his room. With a final look back, he waved her goodnight as Rook was collecting v He’d have a talk with Teia in the morning. The elf would be able to talk some sense into the Fifth Talon.

[xtarmanderx]

Hello! Can I request Jealous Luca & the Buck meets 20 squad fic for the make me write? 😊❤️

Your wish is my command!! Sorry this took so long!

Jealous Luca is up first!

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“Count us in, too.” Tan says while the rest of their team murmurs their agreements. “Where are we headed? The usual?”

“Can’t do that, Montoya’s retirement party is being held there.” Mumford explains. “Can hit Smitty’s?”

“That place is expensive as hell.” Tan complains immediately. The teams fall into their familiar bickering and Luca chuckles, shouldering his backpack as he falls into step beside Rocker as they leave the locker room.

“You did great in the ring,” he tells him when he’s confident his team has stopped paying them any attention.

“Thanks.” Rocker beams, his smile scrunching his nose and crinkling the skin around his eyes. Luca wants to press kisses to every crease. “Sorry you’re stuck with inventory.”

“At least it’s better than cleaning Black Betty inside and out. I can do it just fine, but no one else loves and respects her like I do.” Luca jokes, throwing in a wistful sigh, and Rocker’s expression turns fond. Luca thinks he does that a lot these days. And look, he’s not a complete idiot. Thanks to Chris and Tan, he’s pretty damn aware of the younger man’s crush on him. He’d be lying to himself if he tried to pretend like he didn’t feel the same way. But no one will understand why he doesn’t want to risk their friendship.

It’s well known that Luca loves the job over everything else. He’s lost plenty of relationships over the years because of it and he hasn’t regretted any of them. Being a S.W.A.T. officer is demanding of his time and energy and he puts all of himself into it. It’s not just about the legacy of his family name, but it’s built into his DNA all the same. He loves what he does and who he works with. And dating someone with the same job as him…there’s no denying it would complicate things, but that isn’t what worries him the most. No, it’s that Rocker has the ability to take away the one thing Luca loves most - his passion for his job.

So he ignores his feelings and pretends like he doesn’t see the way Rocker looks at him. It’s a hell of a lot easier said than done, of course. Luca can’t help himself when he flirts with the younger man, he’s always pleased when he’s the reason for that beautiful blush on Rocker’s cheeks. (And if he wants to see that red spread on other parts of his body, well, who can blame him?)

Time for Buck to meet 20-Squad!

-

“Have you met them all before?” Buck asks, carefully wrapping his brownie pan in tinfoil. He glances across the counter where Tommy is precisely filling their cooler with ice and their preferred drinks, throwing in a couple of boozy slushy packs, too.

“Once,” Tommy answers. He looks up, smiling as he meets Buck’s eyes. “You’ve got nothing to worry about unless they invite you to a game of basketball.” He teases. Buck blushes, ducking his head and squeezing the brownie container. “I think you’ll be just fine, baby.” The pet name sends a shiver down Buck’s spine, just as it always does, and he smiles and looks up again. “You liked Luca, didn’t you?”

“He was great.” Buck really wishes they’d been able to talk more, but he’s hoping they’ll have an opportunity to do that today. If he’s being honest, he’s a little surprised that Rocker had extended the invitation to both of them for the cookout. He doesn’t know how he keeps managing to piss Rocker off, but he’s pretty sure the other man was mad at him when they’d left the same coffee shop a few weeks ago. He’s a hard man to read, that’s for sure. “Do you think I should have made Bobby’s lasagna? I-I know Rocker said they had all the main foods covered, but-“

“Baby,” Tommy interrupts him gently. “Take a deep breath for me. They’re going to love you, okay?” He comes around the counter and rests his broad palms on Buck’s shoulders, sliding them down his arms. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to Buck’s nose and his stomach flutters in response. “You ready to go?”

“As ready as I can be,” he says. Tommy nods and kisses him chastely before stepping back so he can grab their cooler. Carrying the brownie pan, Buck takes a deep breath and follows him outside.

-

Tommy has to circle the block twice before he can find a parking spot. He ends up parking a few houses away from the one with a fenced in yard where Buck can see a group of people gathered around Rocker at the grill. He’s nursing a beer, midway through some kind of story when Tommy opens the gate for them to walk through, and stops with a smirk on his face. “About time you made it. Thought I was going to have to send a search party for you.”

“You wouldn’t waste the resources.” Tommy says, rolling his eyes.

“Did you bring my beer?” Rocker asks, squinting at the cooler.

“Maybe.” Tommy dumps the cooler at Rocker’s feet. “Luca inside?”

“Yeah, he’s getting the salad ready.” An Asian man answers. “Victor Tan, you must be Buck.” He offers his hand and Buck nods, shaking it. “Heard a lot about you, man.”

“You-you have?” Buck asks, looking nervously between Tommy and Rocker. They’re locked in some kind of silent argument with their eyes, the tension thickening between them, and then Rocker flushes and ducks his head.

“Who hasn’t heard of you? You’re like a local LAFD legend.” A woman with short hair tells him. “Chris Alonso, call me Chris.”

[r0seb100d]

Hi could you please make a Dallas x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and he's sleeping over at her house and then they cuddle and it leads to more tysm I love ur writing💗

Thank you for the request! It's finally here, hope you enjoy! Ly <3🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, fingering, pnv sex

Your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips - Over, over again like my only prayer

“The fuck you doin’ in there for so long?”

Dally’s mildly irritated voice called out from her bedroom, interrupting her evening routine that consisted of various serums and rose-scented lotions that came in pretty packaging.

“Getting ready for bed.”

She called back, laughing at how clingy he sounded despite trying to appear annoyed.

“Well, you’ve been in there forever; hurry up.

Sighing, she patted her face once more and removed her fluffy blue headband from her head, making her way back into her bedroom, only the dim stained glass lamp delicately lighting up the room and reflecting colourful patterns on the wall. 

Dallas was lying on her fresh white bed sheets, his arms behind his head with a heart-shaped pillow underneath them; she bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle. It was funny watching him in his worn-out dark jeans and t-shirt in her relatively girlish room. The sight made her want to pull out her Polaroid camera and snap a photo, knowing it would make the perfect blackmail, but she decided against it. 

“I’m gettin’ bored waiting here for ya, it's been like 30 minutes. I thought we were going to hang out.”

“Jeez, you are so impatient Dal. Give a girl some time, will you?”

She picked out her pyjamas from her cupboard and turned to face him.

“Close your eyes; I need to get changed.”

“I’m good.”

She could only huff in response.

“Dal, I’m being serious.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes playfully, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You’re no fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Sliding on her stripey pink shorts, she looked over at him and gasped. His hands were back behind his head.

“Hey! I said no looking!”

“I’m not, I swear! Look, my eyes are completely closed; I just moved my arms is all.”

“Hmm, okay, it better stay that way.”

She decided to trust him for the time being, pulling on her matching top and walking over to her bed to push him gently on his shoulder.

“You can open em’ now.”

Dallas smirked and looked her up and down with an amused look. 

“What?”

She couldn’t figure out why he was staring at her like that. Did she put her shirt on inside out? 

“Nothin’, you look cute.”

He said casually, and she immediately turned to hide the blush that was beginning to spread on her cheeks. They were really close friends, but sometimes he made small flirty remarks like that just to see her get flustered, to get under her skin and tease her, at least so she thought. Dallas never failed to do so as well; it came so naturally to him. A touch or comment here and there, it was seemingly effortless for him, and it was almost impossible to make him unsteady in any way, his tough exterior impenetrable, unless, of course, he was caught “bein soft” by anyone else other than her. 

She folded away her clothes and started fussing with other little trinkets in her room, adjusting her picture frame for the tenth time or rearranging her perfume bottles, anything to keep her hands and head occupied.

“Just wonderin’,” he drawled. “How many other useless things are you going to busy yourself with before you quit and lie down?”

God, he could always see straight through her; his careless attitude was a mask. Dallas noticed a lot more about most than he ever let on; it was one of his traits that she admired and feared both at once. 

“M’not I’m just—”

“Getting ready.” He cut her off. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you wanna go clean the whole downstairs too, huh?” He teased.

She sighed, suddenly feeling nervous to be around her best friend. Her head was dizzy, and she couldn’t tell if it was from tiredness or from the way he was starting to make her heart race.

“C’mere.” 

Dallas patted the spot beside him, and she finally gave in and lay down, curling up against him as he wrapped one arm around her. He smelled just like he always did; the scent had grown comforting to her, like she could just unwind and forget about everything else as she lay in his arms.

“Relax, okay? It was your idea for me to stay over, you know?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up to meet his gaze.

“Was not! You asked if you could come and stay over.” 

She scoffed, laughing at his attempt to mess with her.

“That’s not true, and you know it. Doll, you practically begged for me to stay over with you, don’t you remember?” 

“You are such a manipulator Dal, afraid to admit that you wanted to spend the night here.”

“What can I say? You have a nice bed, real soft.” 

He pulled her in closer as he mumbled the last part of his sentence, and she had to try to hide the way her breath hitched at the obvious double meaning to his words.

“So you admit it?” 

She bit the inside of her cheek and raised one brow at him, poking his side.

“I still think it was you who suggested it.” 

He grunted at her poke. 

“Sure, whatever you say.”

She turned away from him and pressed her back up against his chest, staring at her wall and trying to compose herself. He was becoming increasingly flirty, and despite his playful denial, it had been his idea to stay, and sure she didn’t turn him down, but she was beginning to think that there was something going on.

He cuddled closer to her and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. Whispering into her ear.

“You okay?”

She was startled by his sudden closeness, unsure of what to say or do.

“Yeah, I’m fine; it’s just—”

“Just what? Somethin’ on your mind?”

His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around in his arms so she was facing him again and took a deep breath.

“Are you just messing with me?”

He looked taken aback as she asked him this, his head cocking to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Dal, don’t play dumb. I mean the flirting, the pet names, the random touching. Are you doing something, or am I just going crazy?” 

Her tone was desperate as she let everything out to him, and she half-expected him to get up and leave, but he just let out a deep breath.

“Course I’m trying to do something Doll; I thought all that would have made it obvious to ya, I never wanted to make you think that I was just messing with you; I wouldn’t do that.”

She could only silently stare at him in shock.

“Oh.”

“Does-does that bother you?' Cause if it does, I promise I can stop right now. I just thought that maybe you would have felt the same.”

He looked at her with a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, wondering if he had potentially messed things up between them.

The tension was thick, and she finally mustered the strength to reply to him, her voice shaking slightly.

“It doesn’t bother me. And, I do feel, the same.”

Her voice was hushed in the almost dark room as they both stared at each other, both of them afraid to make a move.

“Dal?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He pressed one hand against her lower back and tangled the other in her hair, pulling her in close to him and connecting their lips together in a soft kiss. She immediately melted into him, feeling overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on hers, sucking on her lower lip as he grunted quietly.

His silent hum sent shivers throughout her body as she continued kissing him, slowly getting more and more passionate, clutching his shirt in her fists. Dallas’ tongue swiped between her lips, seeking entrance, to which she accepted, allowing their tongues to meld together and intensify their connection. She let out an uncontrollable moan, breaking away from the kiss, desperate for a breath.

Dallas panted as he watched her with a lustful gaze before leaning in once more and hooking his arm underneath her and pulling her up onto his lap. Her breath hitched at the new position, and she steadied herself by placing her shaking palms against his chest, kissing him with every feeling she had been withholding for who knows how long. 

This time, he pulled away, eliciting a small whine from her, causing him to chuckle and grip the hem of her pyjama top.

“Can I take this off? I wanna see you.”

“Yeah.”

Her voice came out desperate and needy as she looked at him. His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing, and he pulled her top up over her body, exposing her soft skin to him. 

“So beautiful.”

He murmured, leaving little bites down her neck, sucking to mark her up before trailing down her collarbone and down to her chest, taking in her breast in his mouth.

She moaned and clutched his hair, burying her face into his neck as she continued letting out small noises that sent blood rushing down his body.

“Fuck baby, so sweet.”

She couldn’t ignore the heat that was pooling between her legs, and she began grinding against his hardening length, craving some sort of friction.

They both moaned at the same time, and Dallas pulled away from her chest to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean build and skin littered with many scars from rumbles and fights. She traced her fingertips down his torso, taking in the sight of him.

She reached his jeans, and she started to undo the button and zipper, to which Dallas groaned in response, breathing heavily as he watched her begin to free him from the strain of his jeans.

“You don’t—we don’t.”

“Shhh.” She silenced him. “I want this. Been wanting you.”

“Oh yeah?” 

His cocky smirk returned, and he flipped them over so he was on top, completely removing his jeans before returning his focus to her.

“Can I take these off?” 

He fiddled with the waistband of her shorts, and she nodded, her stomach twisting as he pulled them down, leaving her only in her panties. Dallas pushed her legs apart, making room for himself to settle between them as he rubbed himself against her, only their underwear separating them from touching. Neither of them could hold back the noises that escaped their mouths, and he reconnected their lips together in a sloppy kiss as he continued grinding against her, growing harder with every move of his hips.

“Dal, I can’t take it; I need you to touch me.”

“Yeah, need me baby? Need me to make you feel good?”

He stroked her face as she whimpered, watching her squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch.

“Uh huh.”

He moved his hand over her underwear, stroking her clothed core gently, feeling the warmth build up as she got wetter.

“So wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

He smiled before pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor, rubbing between her slick folds. She shook slightly as she felt his fingers touch her, wanting to cry out at how good it felt to have him stroke her like that so gently, as if she was made of glass he was afraid of breaking.

Dallas continued rubbing her clit, watching her as her eyes shut from pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm, don’t stop.”

He smiled and pushed a finger inside of her, curling it and thrusting in and out, drawing more moans out of her as she rocked against his fingers.

“I got ya; just let yourself feel good baby.”

He continued his ministrations, loving the way she looked slowly coming undone on his fingers, and then suddenly, he felt himself take in a sharp breath as he felt her hand reach into his boxers, rubbing her small hand along the length of his cock.

“Fuck, keep goin.”

His voice was strangled, and only their pleasured moans could be heard as they both touched each other so intimately.

After a short while, Dallas pulled away, leading her to whine from the loss of contact.

“Doll, I can’t keep it up like that; I want to be inside you. Can I?”

He glanced up at her with a hopeful expression, and she nodded quickly, wanting to feel him fill her up completely. 

Dallas removed his boxers, fully revealing himself before looking up at her once more.

“I, um, I don’t have anything; I didn’t exactly expect for this to happen.”

She chuckled before shaking her head.

“S’okay, I’m on the pill.”

He kissed her again before lining his tip against her entrance, gathering her slick on the head of his cock and pushing inside her slowly. They both gasped as he first slipped in, feeling the way she stretched around him to accommodate his size.

“You okay?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, wanting to make sure she felt alright before she continued.

“I’m okay.” Her voice shook slightly. “You can move.”

Dallas started off with slow thrusts, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lost herself in the feeling. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he fucked her, hips snapping against hers.

“Dal, yes, just like that.”

She moaned in utter pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around me Doll; trust me, it’ll feel so good.”

She did as he said, and he was able to push much deeper inside her, reaching a spot that had her seeing stars.

He smiled at her reaction and kept going, burying himself inside her to the hilt and leaning in to bite her neck, groaning into her skin as he felt her tighten around him.

“Close baby?”

She whimpered in response, and he reached between them to rub her clit again, wanting to satisfy her before himself, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

Bucking her hips up against him, the knots in her stomach began to unravel.

“Fuck, Dal I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go for me Doll; c’mon, cum for me sweetheart.”

He whispered to her, thrusting deep inside her, sending her over the edge as she cried out his name.

She arched her back as she felt her orgasm wash over her, her legs shaking and walls fluttering around him. With one final thrust, Dallas followed soon after, releasing inside her, his movements slowing down as he came, almost unable to hold himself up above her, his eyes screwed shut as he held her close against him.

They both finally calmed down, and he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, the both of them sweaty and breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, y’know?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled softly at her, her skin glowing in the low, multicoloured light coming from the lamp.

“Mhm, best sex I had in a while.”

She could only laugh at his remark, wrapping an arm around him, feeling comfortable and content in his presence.

“Dal?”

“Hm?”

“What does this mean?”

She asked him with slight uncertainty.

“It means I wanna be with you, to go on dates with you, not just as friends, and of course do this again. Only if you want to.”

She smiled happily. 

“Yeah, I do want to.”

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[inseparabiles]

No please don't ever think I'll be annoyed by this. I love how similarly our minds work re: this concept and I'm just like. Lying here on the floor crying because wow. Comrades in excitement

I'm just. I'm also SO amused by the like. You put together Lucilla and Acacius, two idealistic politicians with a firm view of what they want for their country and their people, and they naturally breed rebellion. Take Macrinus out of the picture and let them actually go hog wild with the concept, and...... they end up parents of three actual adult men somehow naturally over the course of this whole thing??? I'm not even forcing this. At no point have I had to ask myself, so how can I break things so that this will make sense in the narrative. At no point has any character ever had to drop agenda or make choices against their established personalities or goals to make this happen.

Lucilla has NOT been happy about anything that's happened, but she is, at her heart, someone who is not cruel or vengeful. She's very righteous and just and those can be hard traits, but she's never stepped outside of the boundaries of necessity, even in her plans, and she's always led by conscience and heart first. She's really there to embody her father's ideals - to be the example of what a good ruler would be, if it wasn't for sexism and greed. Thanks, sexism. We could have had it all but no. But all of that means that she'll never make a choice out of pure cruelty or hatred, and will put up with a LOT of suffering and injustice for her own ends to benefit others.

And Acacius just. He's basically got all he's ever wanted right now, seating himself at the end of the one most central and influential strategic map table beside Lucilla to overhaul the functions of the Roman military to divert resources and manpower back where he thinks they belong (along with his friends), and he's the chillest he's ever been. Being chill has reduced his level of vengefulness back down to levels of "gods these two shits are annoying", with the modifier of "I don't have to defer to them for anything anymore" and the conclusion has more or less been "I'm in a near-absolute position of power over two young men who are desperately looking for a father figure, and I'm going to use this opportunity to tell them EXACTLY what I think about them, and there's nothing they can do about it." Putting Geta against the wall has proven to be extremely entertaining, because he takes the bait and argues back. Putting Caracalla against the wall is less entertaining, because the consequences are extremely predictable (he'll either try to bite or he'll try to hide, depending on the alignment of stars and time of day, and you can't really do anything with that. It's not intellectually stimulating lmfao).

But Acacius is so naturally a mentor, who by his career is a leader to young men - someone who feels responsible for his troops, their growth, their wellbeing, their safety, and their efficacy - that he's dug himself into a hole with Geta immediately just by the graces of allowing himself that banter. What they've ended up developing is a lot like, Geta's an inexperienced officer coming into the ranks with no merit but by blood, and he's not unwilling to learn, he's just arrogant and needs to be taken down a peg. And in that position, which to Acacius comes very naturally, he's just immediately finding him very easy to like for all the potential and challenge he provides. And Lucilla at the side like... I love you, but the boy you've chosen to start personally educating is the same kid who was driving us into extinction. Stupidity is not an excuse for blood on your hands. But, and I'm sorry because Acacius would never voluntarily admit this about Geta, the thing is that an inexperienced officer will always end up with blood on their hands. Being in a position to command armies but having no strategic or military education whatsoever makes that inevitable. Even the simplest bad choices get a LOT of people killed. And that's twisting his own sense of Geta's guilt there, which allows him to prioritise everything that's happened more as a matter of failed education and training than pure evil. And Geta's not giving him pure evil after being taken out of his position, he's giving him scared child.

AND UHHHH I WON'T SAY ANYTHING MUCH ABOUT Lucilla and Caracalla (we'll get there in another 50 000 words I think) but if it means something there's this bit waaay early on where Geta is reading Cara like a book, assuming either of them knows the alphabet anyway,

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Caracalla looked at him, the way his head moved slow, his gaze too clear against the soft light of the lamp beside the bed.

“Do you think it’d be worth it?” he asked colourlessly, swaying.

Geta blinked at him. “Would what be worth what?”

“Doing what they want, for Lucilla’s approval.” Caracalla seemed to be talking to Geta’s ghost, someone who wasn’t really present in the room, or who had been, but hours ago. He tried to catch up again, but felt like he was playing chase with something that kept burrowing underground.

“Her word might be the only thing that keeps us alive,” Geta said slowly after the creature, who’d left him stranded like a stupid hunting dog on a field. “We should act accordingly, for now.”

“No,” Caracalla said, tilting his head the way one might chase off an irritating fly. “Really doing it. She might grow to like us. We asked her once, do you remember? To make us of her line. She might do it this way.”

“Are you -“ Geta began sharply, but in an instant his temper broke.

For some time, he only breathed, and breathed, and breathed, gaze empty against the sheets of the bed, the littering of letters and hands and limbs and pillows in front of him. Then, sighing out the last inhale, he let his shoulders down.

“She’s never going to love you,” he said dryly, “it doesn’t matter what we do to convince her. I will not bow to a traitor, and neither should you. She is not our mother. She’ll never be.”

Caracalla nodded, just as distant as his voice had been.

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That's mean. :(

unhinged concept (I'm entering that stage): Lucilla actually does adopt Geta and Caracalla which ruins Acacius's life but also makes him their step-father and they finally get an actual father figure who teaches them how the fuck to hold swords and not be the worst people ever.

and we just cancel Macrinus entirely, which, I don't know what the hell happens to Lucius but that's someone else's unhinged concept to worry about.

And we put Caracalla on a leash because the boy cannot behave. That's no way to treat your mother

[dosesofcommonsense]

Just how far were the Globalists tempted to take the minors can know they’re trans ideology? So far that they actually said babies could think in the womb, which would make them fully functioning human beings and exposing their abortion friends to murder charges.

But, but, but, that fetus (which used to mean baby and progeny before Webster went woke) isn’t a human.

Planned Parenthood is the largest international arms seller on earth. If it’s not a baby, why is Planned Parenthood selling (human) organs for profit?

Great question.

Now, here’s the line between free speech and crimes against humanity. You can talk about your ideologies and beliefs all you want. As much as I hate the ideology and practice, free speech says you can voice your opinions.

You can have those beliefs, but I don’t have to support them. I can call attention to them and remind the government that those ideologies should not be tax payer funded nor should clinics offering those services be able to sell the murder victims.

Planned Parenthood became a money laundering front. They took tax payers money and killed millions of kids worldwide and sold the victims (like you’d quarter an animal….$1,000 for a liver and $3,000 for a heart…just absolutely evil) for profit. They lined their pockets with the blood of humanity leaving death and destruction in their wake under the guise of helping people dodge responsibility and “guiding parenting choices”. They took part of their profits and donated back to the Congressionals and higher ups who helped them the most. Tax payer money in. Blood money out. Campaign donations back. They were the money laundering front before Ukraine.

For everyone telling you that God is ok with abortions, know that those people are lying to you. Did you forget Christmas already?

Mary was engaged to Joseph. She was around 14. She was a virgin and the Holy Spirit inserted Jesus into her body. No, that doesn’t mean she had sex with God. If that happened, she wouldn’t have been a virgin. Somehow, miraculously, embryo Jesus was deposited into Mary’s body. Joseph had thought of canceling the marriage, but upon being visited by an angel, he immediately marries Mary. They keep the child. For two blameless Jews, that was a HUGE thing.

Having a baby outside of marriage in BC times was a giant social faux pas, because it was a big deal in Jewish law. It was an even bigger issue in advance of a marriage when the soon to be husband wasn’t the father. Joseph could have done several things, yet he obeys and marries the girl.

Does God like abortion? NO.

[bcolfanfic]

late to the last line tag sowwyy, as always if you see this consider it a tag (: here is a bit of john and brady's no good very bad train ride to wyoming after brady's released from custody and sent on his way w a blue ticket. cw for slight description of someone throwing up under the read more line

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When he opened his eyes again there was a not-John someone crouched in between where the two of them were sitting. The woman had her back to him and her hand on Egan’s knee- words only half registering in his post nap haze.

“There you go, just need to keep on taking slow breaths.”

When he came to enough to register the other man's face it was blotchy, bottom lip wobbling as he breathed in and out of his nose. He glanced at Johnny for a second and glanced away looking embarrassed.

“My wife,” John managed, his voice unsteady but serviceable. He swiped the back of his hand over his forehead and pulled it away damp with sweat. “was all worried about me gettin’ on a train without her,”

Liar. Johnny thought, sucking in his bottom lip and tasting copper where it had chapped.

“Sounds like you got a good one,” The woman continued, chirpy, and pushed off of the ground, sitting down in the empty seat next to him, hands folded neatly in her lap. “What’s her name?”

“Gail,” John started and the nice lady who had been talking him down from whatever episode he was having didn’t see the way his mouth twitched but Johnny did.

Gale, Johnny thought, and swallowed the lump sprouting in his throat. John could shape his fella’s name into Gail, and pass it off like a counterfeit bill that no one would think twice about.

He shifted in his seat, shoulders curling in and John seemed to be actively avoiding looking at him now. He just nodded along as the woman chatted to him about something, her exact words lost under the buzz building in Johnny’s ears.

The smell of polish clung to the walls in the confessional and was so strong it made his stomach turn over on itself. Nine-year-old Johnny knelt on the hard wooden kneeler, the dull ache throbbing through his knees making him shift his weight back and forth.

“I told a lie,” he’d whispered, and his throat bobbed.

The priest’s response was perfunctory, three Hail Marys delivered in a clipped monotone and it was over just as quickly as it had begun.

His father hadn't said much of anything on the drive home, just tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in a dull rhythm. He only glanced back at him after a few minutes had gone by.

“Should feel better now son, not worse.” He'd said, punctuated with a sigh that Johnny couldn’t make sense of.

Before the car had even stopped in the driveway, Johnny was out like a rocket. His knees hit the grass of their front yard and he emptied his stomach into it, acid climbing up the back of his throat and out through his nose too.

A dry heave tore through him, and arms trembled so hard he struggled to hold himself upright.

He didn’t notice his mother’s footsteps until her voice reached him, cutting through the dizziness, as worried as she always was.

“Oh, honey,”

Her sleeve came up to wipe his face, and Johnny caught the glance she threw at his father over his head, expression stripped of the gentleness she’d been looking at her son with.

Lying still made him as sick as it had that day.

John didn’t seem to have the same problem.

[hauntingblue]

WATER SEVEN BABYYYYY

Look at robin reacting when luffy says he wont give her up.... 🥺🥺

This is a joke right now but its actually a one piece tenet aldjsisjka

Usopp aksbaksjakqk the foreshadow is foreshadowing... Also Robin being happy with the crew after the Aokiji incident... Fuck!!!!

Sanji thinking robin just vanished or flew away and suddenly usopp is soaring thru the skies... imagine

AAAAARGGGGHHHH YOU CAN SEE THE GEARS TURNING

Zoro talking to merry..... only while he is alone of course

Why are nami and sanji matching ajdhakjsk look at the citrus sisters

Carpenter: maybe it was the government

Gov agent: I don't think so, also don't say that they are everywhere

LUFFY SUPPORTS WOMEN'S WRONGS!!!

Don't scream att chopper like that!!! Look at him... So small....

Imu tease???? (No) (Also I've changed websites again bc the translation is kinda off , I can't find a good quality b&w spanish translation and the colors scare me (i want the real manga experience))

GET HIM ICEBURG!!!!

I truly forgor if this is just a lie about her wanting to find the rio poneglyphs or genuine because she wants to die and will do it for them... because in skypiea she says she is not interested in the weapons so maybe if the gov pardons her but considering what she wants is illegal then idk abdjabjs this is such a dumb thing to forget... like thats important girl where did it go (reading this after remembering and it's kinda funny... i will make any sacrifice to kill myself (and keep you safe)... she goes HARD)

Little paulie and mozu and kiwi.... omg hello (the SBS says the twins wanted to be shipwrights too omg)

Franky's backstory is small but it does so much for me like it is so central to the themes... boats and people...

DID SOMEBODY ORDER MORE TRAGIC BROTHERS?

The fact that franky needs to learn this lesson to pass it on to robin.... do you understand how big this is.... also Tom does exactly as he says and takes responsibility for franky and what he has done... because he has done nothing wrong AND THAT'S HIS SON and he just punched spandam bc he wanta him to feel the pain franky feels... Tom is such a man..... proud of having built eater 7 up with the sea train.... goes out with a boom.... should we all kill ourselves....

I am crying again................... franky my god.... and the fucking frog!!! And of course franky can't stop Tom's hope for his island... of course he can't.... he hasnt learnt the lesson yet but this guy isn't over yet!! He has a life of being a pervert cyborg ahead!!! Iceburg following Tom's footsteps but franky not being able to do that bc of his guilt....

This is one of the coolest things chopper has done btw...

NAMII 😭😭😭

Robin damning the world for her crew when all she has ever done is damn her companions for her own sake.... how big is this...

I can't take this...... it's always nami in these positions... it happens AGAIN in Zou with Sanji... there is no way

The love letter gag is too good like damn that's so funny

AND IT'S NAMI GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN!!!! SHE LOVES ROBIN SO MUCH!!!!

[mishkakagehishka]

Gripping your shoulders so hard my nails draw blood. I need a lookback scout that explores mika's past so fucking bad