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ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR - LN4

↳ pt.2

summary : You and Lando’s mind games don’t stop with the sea breeze. A day full of being Sweaty, Messy, and Drunk might just change your view on eachother.

og summary : Its the vacation of your dreams! With your best friends, rich men, live music, and flowing drinks, nothing can ruin it. Even if a certain Formula 1 driver (who seems to have an affinity for annoying you) is there every step of the sandy way.

listen up : kissing🙈 suggestive content! language! thanks for all the love on pt.1 <3 i hope this lives up to ur expectations!! pt.3 is loading…

word count : 1983

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LANDO

I wake up and run.

I run on the beach, through the palm trees, up steps, and through shops. I run to the ocean, my feet stopping just before the tide.

I’m running because I woke up with a girl in my bed and my mind filled with another. She was pretty and liked me, we didn’t go all the way because she was shit drunk and i’m not a dickhead.

But I’m not bothered by my lack of a sex life, I'm bothered because I had an imaginary good one.

Y/n was there. Of course she was.

These past two days, she’s been there a lot.

Too much.

I know she doesn’t like me. Maybe that’s why I like her so much. I mean, I like messing with her. She’s annoying as hell sometimes.

But last night, she wasn’t being annoying. Probably because it was a dream and she was straddling me. I shake my head and sit on the sand, trying to forget how she felt against me in that stupid cooking class.

I get up and run again. I run to clear my mind and strengthen my body, but no matter how far or how fast, she’s always there.

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YOU

I’ve always wanted to Jet ski. Today my dream has come true and it’s become even more magical because I'm beating Lando in a race.

“Please don’t die!” Kika yells at me from her own jet ski, holding onto Pierre.

I’m laughing so hard that my stomach hurts as I watch Lando fall off his water toy. I get closer to him, “Need help up, love?” He stares up at me, floating in his life vest as water drips down his face.

“Fuck off.” Is all he says before lifting himself back on the jetski. I immediately shut my mouth because the sight of his hard and wet body makes me go dumb. He clearly notices, “My eyes are up here, pretty.” He drives off without another word.

I pick up Alex who holds onto my vest and screams in pure happiness as we glide through the clear water. I’m having so much fun that I don’t realize everyone else has gone in, I turn back to drop off Alex who swims in while laughing. Lando is looking up at me when I leave Alex, “Let me give you a ride. I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

I want to laugh and scream ‘NO’ but I just smile, “Okay.” He grins and grabs onto the side, lifting him up to sit behind me.

“Switch with me.” As soon as his hand grips my life jacket, I take off. No way was I going to let my life be on the line with Lando driving. “Shit! Y/n!” He screams and scrambles to hold on, “Snake!” He’s holding onto me for dear life and screaming like a little girl. I’ve never had so much fun with him, even if I’m the only one smiling.

“Thief!” I yell right back at him. I hear him chuckle in my ear as we turn and see our friends on the beach. They’re jumping up and down and waving. When I lift my arms to wave back, Lando snakes his under mine, grabbing the handles and squeezing.

We take off with me not holding onto anything, “Norris!”

“Pretty!” He yells right back while mocking my voice, pressing up against me so I’m practically sitting on his lap. I have no choice but to hold onto his arms and scream.

“I hate you!” I scream as his curls brush my cheek.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Is all he says to make me even angrier. I take his compromising position and use it as my advantage. Grinding my ass into him, he clearly is taken by surprise and lets go of the handles to grip my waist and push me forward.

I grab the handles and take control again. What I didn’t expect was his hands to stay on my hips. His skin is cold against my bikini bottoms and I can feel how big his hands are.

“You play dirty.” He says in my ear as I grin and go faster. “I do something dirty but it’s not something I play at.” And with that, I spin us so hard that his grip on my hips loosen and he goes flying.

I feel no remorse even as he floats to the surface, looking deathly and pissed. He’s breathing hard and coughs as he looks up at me, his eyes being brightened by the sun and water, “You got mean.”

“I’ve been mean.”

“It’s hot.” I narrow my eyes at his tone. What is he playing at now?

I raise a brow, my hands still on the handles, “Me throwing you off a jetski is hot?”

He just shrugs his shoulders, “We all have our preferences.”

I roll my eyes and leave him there.

My friends yelled at me when I got back to the beach, seeing Lando slowly but surely swimming in. He's alive so they’re not too mad anymore.

Our second full day is filled with sun and sand. We rented just about every water sport activity, tried sailing (which did not go well) and ended up split. I’m at the spa with Alex, Charles, Kika, and Rebecca. While Carlos, Lando, Pierre, Alex, and Lily go golfing.

I get my nails done first with Charles squirming next to me while the lady gives him a pedicure. “How do you do this!?” He whisper yells at me while the lady gives him a death stare.

I laugh, “I think I’m just used to it by now.”

He shakes his head and sits stiller as the woman starts painting his toes. He goes on his phone, holding it up and taking a selfie, catching me completely off guard, “Charles! Delete that.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “It’s just to the group chat.” I hold back my true thoughts, not telling him that I don’t want to give Lando another reason to make fun of me. But as I think about it, my phone pings with the photo and I wonder if I don’t want Lando to see me in any weird state because I care more than I think.

Nope! It’s definitely because he’ll make fun of me.

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“You’re gonna be mad at us.” I’m sitting in my hotel room having a girls night. We have face masks and Turkish treats. I can barely look at Kika without laughing at her face mask and hair pulled up.

I take a bite of my snacks as they all start smiling weirdly, “It was the guys idea!” Lily says quickly.

Rebecca nods, “We always want to spend time with you!”

I look at Alex to break the news, “We’re having a couples day tomorrow… so you’ll be alone. And possibly stuck with-”

“Lando!?” I groan, “I’d rather spend the day alone.”

I’m not mad that they want time with their boyfriends, just annoyed that my opinion is solitude or Lando Norris.

“That’s the thing…” Kika clears her throat, “We don’t want you to get kidnapped!”

Lily nods rapidly, “And Lando agreed!” I raise a brow. So they talked to Lando before me?

Rebecca sips her soda, “So we think it’s best if you two just stick together.”

“I’m not going to get kidnapped! I’m a grown woman-”

“And very pretty and no offense darling, but not very strong.” I gape at Alex, not believing that they’re this worried about my safety. But then I think what I would do if they were in my situation…

I flop back on the bed, “If I lose him, I’m not going on a search! I’ll continue my day in peace.” Lily squeals and hugs me, I can’t help but smile at her hair getting in her face mask, “Yeah yeah you totally owe me an ice cream.”

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LANDO

I hear Y/n tapping her foot before I see her. She’s waiting at the front of the hotel, in shorts and a yellow tank top, her bathing suit top peaking out. When she turns, her expression turns from bored to annoyed.

I put on my best smile and walk up to her, “Morning, pretty.” Her expression doesn’t change but I catch her eyes narrowing just a bit.

“You’re late.” I blink at her, not really knowing what to say. She crosses her arms, “I have a schedule.” And with that, she walks away, not turning back to see if I’m following. I have the feeling that she wants to walk away without me, but I don’t let her.

“Okay little miss organized.” I slip my hands in my shorts pockets, “What are we doing first, then?”

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YOU

I make him hike first. For someone so athletic, you would think he would be okay while walking for a couple miles.

Wow was I wrong.

Lando’s huffing and puffing, hands on his knees and sweat on his face, “You’re trying to kill me.” I scoff when I look at him, the landscape behind him is so beautiful and I can’t believe he’s complaining.

“I thought you ran every morning.” I snatch his camera from him and snap a photo of him and the landscape.

I turn to take more as he leans against the rocks, “I do! I thought you hated exercise.”

How does he know that? “I do… But this is worth it.” He stands up straight and finally looks past me.

His breath slows and I don’t dare look back so see how close he is, “You’re right.”

I make a face and have to turn to look at him now, “I’m what now?”

He rolls his pretty green eyes and takes his camera back, facing it towards me, “Smile, pretty.” I’m still not used to the nickname, and I flip off the camera instead. He tilts his head at me, his curls damp and falling in his face, “Charming.”

I make my way down the steps, watching the world below me. Everyone looks so small, the people on the beach and in the water look like ants.

I hear Lando’s steps behind me. We walk down in silence, my feet start to hurt but I keep my mouth shut.

The moment the sand starts to show and the crystal clear water comes into view, I slow my step as Lando catches up to me.

He pulls off his shirt and grins, slipping his shoes off and shoving his camera into my arms before taking off without me, “Lando!” I scream as he runs down the beach, “Lando we have to go-”

He turns and starts running backwards, grinning at me, “We don’t have to do anything! Come on Y/n, do you want to hang out with sweaty me all day?”

I groan, mumbling to myself, “I’d rather not hang with you at all.” He just motions me to join before running towards the water.

I contemplate how mad my friends would be if I left, but the sweat on my neck makes me practically drool at the sight of the cool water. And the sight of Lando in his trunks and tan skin.

I pull my clothes off quickly and throw them down with his things, walking down the beach at a much slower pace than he did. He stands up and watches me, his shorts low on his torso and a smirk on his face.

The moment he sinks back down to the water, I dive under, my body and mind cooling off immediately.

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The beach stop took longer than I realized and now we’re completely behind and I have a man child following me around with a camera.

“I’m going to tell someone that a creepy man is following me.”

He snaps another photo, his face pressed against his camera, “You’re so ungrateful.” He tisks, “I’m basically a professional photographer.”

“You’re basically a professional idiot.”

“I didn’t know we were in second grade.” I whip my head back at him, “Jeez come here.” He grabs my arm but I pull it away quickly and simply follow.

We walk into a bakery, it’s tiny and empty except for the woman at the register. Lando smiles politely and asks for two sandwiches, handing over his money.

“Norris, I can pay.” I try but he just ignores me.

He just sits at the window and pulls the chair next to him out for me. I sit next to him and cross my arms, looking out at the people on the streets. The woman hands us our food five cruel minutes later and I almost moan at the taste.

“Better?” Lando asks, taking a bite of his own food, “You seemed hangry.”

Everytime he flirts with me, it’s not a big deal. Sometimes I entertain it because I'm bored and he never shuts up. But this is genuinely surprising.

“Thank you.” And I mean it.

Lando raises a brow at me, “Are you being genuine? For once? For me?” He clutches his chest as if it’s the most insane thing in the world. I’m back to being annoyed. He laughs a bit to himself, “You’re very welcome, pretty.”

“Don’t get too used to it.”

He smiles, “So what else is on the schedule of our forced day together?”

I wipe my mouth, “Well you derailed my schedule with your little detour… So honestly we can do whatever!”

He taps the back of my chair, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Lando is easily distracted and he won’t show me the google maps he’s following on his phone. He buys a new bracelet on the way and convinces me to buy a pretty jeweled necklace.

He’s so convincing that i’m worried he was a scammer in another life.

I’ve never known any of Lando’s interests. Besides driving and photography, he hasn’t mentioned anything else around me.

Or maybe he has and I just tuned him out.

So you see, that’s why I'm surprised when he takes me to throw pottery.

We sit in the back because we’re already late and apparently, Lando can’t tell time despite his million dollar watches.

The room is filled with people speaking Turkish and many groups of what look like locals.

The instructor eyes us but hands us two aprons and chunks of clay. “Have you done this before?” I whisper to Lando as he starts spinning his wheel.

“For my helmet reveal.” He whispers back, his hands slipping over the wet clay. His gaze flicks down to my dry clay staying still, “I’m assuming you haven’t?”

“I’m more of the paper and pencil type.” I screw up my face when the clay almost flies off and I press my foot down too hard.

The room is large and very open, but Lando and I are pressed up against the wall. The woman in front is talking but I'm too busy trying to get my clay to stay on the wheel.

Lando moves his hand off the clay, and relocates it to my knee, pulling my leg back softly so the pressure is less. The clay leaves a mark before he returns to his own creation.

I pretend like my heart rate didn’t rapidly go up, and ask, “What are we supposed to be making?”

Lando shrugs, his eyes still on his wheel. “No clue, let the art overtake you.” I let out a snort of a laugh as everyone turns to look at me. I see Lando holding back a smile as I apologize.

“Smooth.” He mumbles.

I lean over and squeeze extra water from the sponge onto his clay so his hands slip around and the top of his… mound? Flies off.

We’re both laughing now, I don’t know why. It’s one of those things where you start laughing and you can’t stop.

“Shut up.” I whisper as he gives me an accusatory look.

“Me? You started this!” He flicks his hand at me and water sprays onto my face. I scoff and do the same thing right back at him, a piece of clay coming from my finger and onto his cheek.

He wipes his face with his shoulder but just ends up swearing the orange clay more. I’m laughing harder because of his facial expression.

He seems even more lost and runs his hand through his hair, smearing the clay through his curls. I always cry when I laugh hard enough and today is no exception.

He takes his hands and lifts them closer to me. I flinch and scoot back in my chair which screeches against the floor.

The instructor comes to us with a stoney face, “Please keep it down and focus on your work.”

I nod as Lando mumbles an apology and we both turn back to our ‘works’. Mine is still how I started and Lando’s is now pointy.

I bite my lip and think of anything serious to keep me from laughing. But the moment Lando’s hand comes into view, I almost lose it.

I don’t look at him, just grit out, “I swear- I’ll choke you!”

I can hear the smirk in his voice, “Is that a threat of a promise?” My jaw drops and Lando takes my shock as extra time, rubbing his hand on my hair and down to my jaw and neck.

I scream and slap his hand away, smearing clay on his shirt and arm. He’s bent over with laughter, shaking his head rapidly and trying to control his volume. We both fail in the last part. “Excuse me!”

The woman is in front of us again, pointing outside as the people around stare in annoyance, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave!” We’re up and gone in seconds, not caring about our mess and how it’s getting on everything we touch.

I’m still laughing as we run down the steps, passing people and trying to get the hell away from that place. “The moment you fucking snorted, I lost it!” Lando wipes his hands on his shirt, cleaning his camera as well.

“You said some inspirational shit, How could I not!?” Lando Norris being dramatic while sitting and throwing pottery was something I’d never thought I’d see.

“The tears actually got me. Am I that funny?”

I shake my head, “No but you do have clay all over your face!” Without thinking, I push the one side of my hand that’s clean, and wipe off his face. My fingers brush the cut on his nose but only dry clay flakes off.

I rub his face over and over but the clay just won’t quit! I don’t realize he’s looking at me awkwardly until I place my hands back on my hips, “Won’t budge.” I clear my throat as he nods, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, pretty.”

We find ourselves in a gift shop that’s white and covered in vines and flowers. The bathroom is small so he lets me wash my hands first.

I’m looking at the sunglasses when he comes out, as clean as he could get without a change of clothes.

I try on a neon yellow pair that’s too big for my face, “What do you think?”

Lando claps his hands together, “It’s a look, for sure!” He pulls them off my face and onto his own, grabbing orange ones and replacing mine.

“You and papaya.” I roll my eyes as I look into the small mirror, “Horrible color.”

He hums, “Yet you still look good in it.”

I tilt the glasses to the bridge of my nose, “You’re such a flirt.”

He flashes me his green eyes and does the same, “You make it easy…” He steps a bit forward, “It’s fun to watch you squirm.”

“I do not squirm!” I cross my arms, scoffing.

He licks his lips, smiling, “You’re doing it right now.”

I narrow my eyes, “I can’t stand you.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Whatever you say, pretty.”

“I tried to drown you.” I say, wondering if he’s forgotten every moment he’s hated me.

“I deserved it. Plus I had a great view of you leaving so…” I push him away, rolling my eyes and taking the glasses off.

“I hate you.” There’s no real reason behind it, I just feel the need to get something out that doesn’t cause attention to my reddening cheeks.

“Not like you did three days ago.” He’s right and I can’t stand him for it. Something about this trip, about today… has made me somewhat tolerate him.

“You should hate me.”

He puts the glasses back on the stand, “I’ve never done well with people telling me what to do.”

I pout, jutting out my bottom lip, “Right… Papaya rules?”

“Hey now- That’s too far! You can’t say shit about what I do on track until you come to a race.”

I raise a brow, “I’ve been to a race.”

“I mean wearing orange.” His tone is playful but I can tell he’s serious. His hand goes to hair, pulling something out that I know is not clay because I made sure I got it all out in the bathroom.

Just as I’m about to comment on that fact, An older woman comes up to us. She’s got gray curls that reach past her elbows and lots of jewelry, “Excuse me, I just had to tell you- you two are an adorable couple!” She has an accent but it’s not Turkish.

I’m shocked at first, then start talking, “Oh we’re-”

Before I can finish, Lando slips his arm around me so he’s holding my waist, “Thank you so much!”

The woman’s smile is warm and kind. A man, about the same age as her, approaches us and takes her hand, “Dear, are you bothering newlyweds again?” I almost choke at his words but regain my breath when she laughs.

“Oh don’t be silly, Paul. I was just complimenting them!” She looks at him with love in her eyes, swatting his chest where a camera lay. He looks like he’d hang the moon for her, “You two remind me of us, quick witted and in love- or at least we used to be quick!”

Paul kisses her cheek, “Still very much in love, though.” Lando’s hold on me softens and when I look up at him, he’s watching them softly.

“That’s…”

Lando starts to trail off so I lean into him and smile, “Lovely. And inspiring.” I feel his gaze shift to me but I keep looking at the couple, “I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Effie! And this Paul!” I get the feeling that Paul is quiet just because he likes to listen to her talk.

“Lando.” He shakes their hands as Paul looks him up and down. “You two are great. How long have you been together?”

Effie is very pleased by this, “Fifty years today! We’re here for our anniversary. How about you two?”

Lando responds quickly, “Almost a year. Took a second for her to talk to me without throwing something at me.”

Paul and Effie laugh, “Well we won’t hold you two up any longer! It’s almost sunset, going to be a beautiful one!”

“Pleasure to meet you both.” I smile, placing my hand over Lando’s, intertwining our fingers.

“Have a good night!” Effie smiles and goes to turn but is caught up by Paul looking at my fake lover.

“Hold onto her, Lando.” Is all he says before walking away.

I drop his hand the second they’re out of sight, we’re silent and I refuse to look at him. Until he clears his throat and messes around with his camera, “I need a drink.”

“I second that.”

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LANDO

We decided to freshen up before grabbing a drink. It’s weird that we’re apart after the whole day together and that we’re both willingly getting back together tonight.

I run my hands through my hair in the mirror, looking at a nicely dressed version of myself.

I change immediately.

I land on a white, short sleeved, linen button down, and shorts. It’s too hot for anything else. I chug water as I check the time over and over again, but the clock ticks slower and slower each time.

I finally leave my room just to get some air, I feel weirdly nervous. I rarely feel nervous before dates, it’s never something I need to worry about. Not that this is a date!

This is us ending our forced day together!

It’s really hard to remember it’s not a date when I see her walk into the beach bar.

She’s wearing sandals that have a heel, her legs are tan and smooth, a baby blue dress falling right below her ass, and her hair wavy and being affected by the humidity in a weirdly good way.

Her eyes are big as she looks around for me and for a second, I want to leave. I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that Y/n is the same girl who started cursing me out on day one.

She slides into the bar chair next to me, smiling softly. Something that used to never be aimed at me. “I almost didn’t recognize you. All fancy and not covered in clay.” I smile, that’s the attitude I know and take comfort in.

“Well you’re smiling at me right now so… I’m just as confused as you are.”

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YOU

The sunset is gorgeous but the darkness overtakes us far too quickly. I don’t know how many drinks in I am, but Lando and I end up on the beach again.

He’s leaning back on his arms, his legs stretched out as a bottle of wine sits between us. Our glasses are long gone and I can’t remember why, but Lando’s shirt is fully unbuttoned.

I’m definitely not complaining though.

“Alright- Next race, you’re coming to McLaren!” I smile at his drunken state, “I know for a fact that everyone would love how you bully me!”

I fake innocence, “I do no such thing!”

Lando shakes his head, sipping from the bottle. I watch his adams apple and his hand grip the glass before looking back to the crashing waves in front of us.

“No use in lying. It’s just us and this magical bottle of wine.”

I push my hand in the sand, feeling the granules between my fingers. “I had fun today.”

He sits up straighter at my words, “Wow! Y/n L/n, publicly admitting she had fun with me?”

“You just said it’s just us and the wine! I’ll deny it if you tell anyone!”

He meets my eyes, sarcastically saying, “I would never betray your trust like that, pretty.”

I groan, “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” He leans closer, leaning against his arm so he’s looking up at me instead of down like usual, “It’s like the one thing I'm serious about with you.”

His words shock me, but his tone shocks me more. It’s the first time in a while that I genuinely look at him. I look at his freckles, trace them until they disappear beneath his collared shirt. I notice how his eyes are darker now, in the moonlight and looking at me so intensely.

“Norris.” I say seriously.

He eyes me, “Uh oh… last name.”

I give him a look to which he smirks at, drawing aimlessly in the sand, “Don’t be stupid.”

“Impossible.” Lando’s flat tone makes me laugh and the wine between us reminds me why I'm so intrigued by him, “I had fun today too, Y/n. Surprisingly so.”

“Am I surprising to you?” My voice is soft as he leans in.

“Yes. I like it.” Lando’s accent is like my kryptonite and he has no clue. When I don’t say anything else, he speaks again, “I have a proposal for you.”

“I don’t like you that much, Norris.” I eye his smirk.

“Let’s have more fun, civil fun, our friends will be happy. I think today is proof that we can be within five feet of each other without hurting one another.” I raise a brow as he continues, “If you still can’t stand me by the end of this trip, I promise you’ll never have to speak to me again.”

I look down at him, at his hand and his deep, meaningful eyes. “Alright.” He grins, “No funny business. Seriousness only. A truce.”

His hand meets mine, the difference in size evident, “A truce.” He repeats my words and shakes my hand, tugging me closer. I don’t really know how it happens.

I know that one second ago I was shaking his hand and now his lips are on mine. Our hands are still together but now his other one finds my waist as if it’s muscle memory. He’s got against me, his tongue in my mouth and tasting like wine and pure adrenaline.

His breath turns heavy when my hand goes into his hair and slides across his stomach. My heart is racing as his hand goes up the side of my dress, not overstepping, just feeling my skin against his.

Lando feels perfect against me, his lips are soft but I barely notice it because our kisses turn hungry and I moan into his mouth. He’s rough and he’s hot and he’s Lando fucking Norris.

I pull back stiffly, taking in what I've done, what we’ve done.

Lando’s chest rises and falls with the waves, his words shooting out of the same mouth he just devoured me with, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Is all I can get out as he pulls back, looking out at the water with his knees to his chest. My mind is racing, my lips are tingling, and my body is on fire, “Goodnight.” I stand up and I run.

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keferon · 1 day ago

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"Why do you even want to go back to earth in the first place?" Prowl asked, to distract himself from the uneasy tingle in his wires, the touch and sound of something inside him.

Something small, like a parasite. But this was no parasite and so Prowl had to bear the oddity of it all.

"I'm still technically workin' for somebody. Also, I need food." Replied the tiny organic inside his chest cavity.

"We gave you food."

"Alien food! It may be softer than metal but it ain't edible!" Jazz retorted, crawling through the opening Prowl's inside shell had transformed and made space for. It looked like the hatch he used to get inside his own mecha too.

"Woah!"

Jazz was taken aback by Prowl's interior. Sure, it mimicked his own mecha quite well but everything about it was still so...alien. Sharp angles and brighter colours made for an interesting space to pilot.

"Damn Prowl! If I'd known your cockpit would look better than my own, i'd've suggested this sooner!" Jazz hopped into the pilot seat, checking if he even recognized the controls. Luckily, those were quite similar.

"Jazz."

A voice sounded from the outside, vibrating the walls of the cockpit in a low hum. Prowl's tone seemingly a bit flustered.

"Right, lets get this over with!" Jazz grinned, flicking a couple switches and pressing a few buttons. Atleast that's what Prowl assumed he was doing based on the odd tingles he felt throughout his circuits.

"Er- I ain't actually ever controlled a living mech before, so I can't give ya much more advice than to...relax?"

Prowl felt an uncomfortable sting in his lower back plate. He almost reached out to it if he didn't know it was Jazz doing it.

"Jazz!" He vented, the whirring of his systems and his stress echoing in the cockpit.

"Sorry! Y'gotta relax! It's like tryna' drive in the ocean." Prowl heard back from his chest.

He vented again. "This is...difficult."

"Y'have to trust me, Prowler. Lean back, let me catch ya."

Prowl let his optics drift into an idle stare, trying to focus his mind on just letting go, resisting the urge to tense up. His processor screamed danger, every will and force told him to panic.

Jazz's voice echoed into his audials, telling Prowl how good of a job he was doing.

Prowl relaxed, watching as his own hand slowly (involuntarily) lifted off his lap and waved back at him.

- Going absolutely bonkers over this AU sorry for the long ask I had to type it out -

IM ON MY KNEES YES YES THIS OH M Y. G O D KFLGMGNGJKDNFBVNFKF,F NFMFMFMVNVNJG THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT . ANON LEMME KISS YOU

#maccadam #mecha pilot jazz au #prowl #jazz #jazzprowl #gold

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blingblong55 · 1 day ago

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Belonging- John Price NSFW

Kinktober Day 16 Based on a request: I have a suggestion. It’s about price getting super possessive over his wife after his wife comes home, telling him that some guy was staring at her at work. And could you make it smut ---- F!reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, established!relationship, unprotected!sex, P-in-V, husband!Price, wife!reader, oral!sex ---- A/N: I want to apologise for not writing this earlier, so so so sorry lovie

John was sitting in the living room, enjoying a cigar and a glass of whiskey after a long day. The sound of the front door opening caught his attention, and he looked up to see you, his wife walking in.

He smiled at you, his light blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "Welcome home, love. How was your day?"

But as he took in your expression, he noticed something was off. Your brows were furrowed and your lips pressed into a thin line. He set down his drink and stood up, walking over to you.

"What's wrong, princess? You look troubled," he asked, his brow creasing with concern. He reached out to gently cup your sweet face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

You sighed and leaned into his touch. "There was this guy at work… he kept staring at me. It made me uncomfortable, John."

At the mention of another man looking at his wife, Price felt a flash of jealousy ignite in his gut. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists at his sides. The thought of someone else's eyes roving over what belonged to him made his blood boil.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He pulled you flush against his chest, one hand splaying possessively over the small of your back while the other tangled in your hair. "And what exactly was this bloke looking at, hmm?"

He nipped at your earlobe, his hot breath ghosting over her skin. "Because if he was eyeing up my wife's tits or ass, I might just have to pay him a visit and teach him some manners…"

His hand slid lower, groping your rear as he ground his hardening cock against your hip. "No one looks at what's mine and gets away with it. I'll make sure he knows you're taken. That this body belongs to me."

He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, plundering and claiming.

Price deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, never breaking the passionate liplock. His hands roamed your curves, squeezing and kneading.

He nibbled and sucked at your bottom lip before trailing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat. He licked and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you as his.

"Who does this body belong to, love?" he growled against your pulse point, his voice rough with desire. One hand slid under your shirt to palm your breast, thumbing the stiffening peak. "Say my name."

You gasped and arched into his touch, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. The sound went straight to his cock, making it twitch and strain against his trousers.

"You," you say in a moan, your cheeks flushed and eyes dark with need. "I'm yours, John. All yours."

A triumphant smirk curved his lips. He loved hearing you say those words, knowing you were his and his alone. No one else would ever touch you, taste you, claim you the way he did.

He yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, baring your perfect tits to his hungry gaze. He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard as his hand continued to massage your other breast. He rolled and pinched the bud between his fingers, revelling in mewls of pleasure.

His other hand worked at the button of your jeans, popping it open and shoving the denim down your legs along with your pretty panties. You stepped out of them, now fully bare before him. He drank in the sight, his cock throbbing almost painfully.

"Fucking hell, you're gorgeous," he rasped, his eyes raking over your naked form. "I'm going to worship this body like the temple it is. Make you scream my name until you're hoarse." He sank to his knees before you, pushing your thighs apart. He buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your sweet slick heat.

He swirled his tongue around your clit, suckling the sensitive nub and flicking it rapidly. Two fingers pushed inside your tight cunt, pumping in and out as he feasted on your sweetness. He groaned at the taste of you, licking and slurping lewdly.

His other hand came up to play with your breasts, rolling and tugging at the stiff peaks. He pinched and pulled, sending jolts of pleasure- pain straight to your core. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, your hips rocking against his face as you chased your release.

He curled his fingers just right, rubbing against that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. He sucked your clit harder, determined to make you come undone. He wanted to feel you fall apart, to know he was the only one who could make you feel this good.

He fucked you with his fingers faster, his tongue lashing your clit mercilessly. His free hand slid down to fondle your ass, kneading the supple flesh. He spread your cheeks, exposing your tight rear hole to his greedy mouth.

He dragged the flat of his tongue over the puckered ring of muscle, rimming your ass as he continued to finger fuck your pussy. He pushed the tip inside, fucking you there too, stretching you open for his invading tongue.

He could feel you getting closer, your thighs starting to tremble and quake. He doubled his efforts, shoving a third finger inside your cunt and pumping hard and fast. He sucked your clit between his teeth, biting down just enough to sting. "Come for me, princess," he commanded, his voice muffled against your wet flesh. "Come all over my face like a good girl. Let me taste you."

He worked you relentlessly, his fingers and tongue driving you higher and higher until you were teetering on the edge. With a final sharp tug to your clit, he sent you flying over, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

He lapped at you through it, drinking down your release like a man starved, his tongue delving deep to catch every last drop of your sweet nectar. He groaned at the taste, savouring it like a fine wine. His fingers gentled their movements, stroking softly as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

When you finally started to come down, he slowly withdrew his fingers from your fluttering heat. He brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence from them and humming in appreciation. "Delicious, as always," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He stood, pulling you flush against him again and capturing your lips in a filthy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He broke away and scooped you into his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes, revealing his battle-hardened body, all hard muscle and scarred skin. He crawled over you, caging you in with his bulk. He kissed you again, deeply and passionately, his cock nestling in the cradle of your hips. He grinds against you, the thick length sliding through your slick folds and bumping against your sensitive clit.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't remember your name," he promised darkly, his light blue eyes blazing with intensity. "Gonna fill this pussy up with my cock until you're dripping with my cum. Mark you inside and out as mine."

He reached down and gripped his shaft, giving it a few pumps. He rubbed the broad head through your entrance, coating himself in her arousal. Then with one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in your tight heat.

They both groaned at the sensation, their bodies joining as one. He held still for a moment, letting you adjust to the stretch. Then he started to move, setting a deep, hard rhythm that had the bed creaking and slamming into the wall. He pounded into you relentlessly, his hips snapping forward to drive his cock deeper and harder. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly, holding you in place as he used you.

He angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, making your toes curl and back arch. He loved seeing you come undone beneath him, lost to the pleasure only he could give you. He leaned down to capture a nipple between his teeth, biting and sucking at the sensitive bud. His other hand reached between your sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. "Come on my cock like a good girl. Milk me dry."

He could feel you getting close again, your walls starting to flutter and clench around him. He doubled his efforts, fucking into you harder and faster, his fingers working your clit with single-minded focus.

With a keening cry, you fell apart, your pussy spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. The rippling heat was too much for him to bear, and with a guttural groan, he followed you over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, his forehead resting against yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. He peppered kisses across your face, murmuring praise in your ear. "Fuck, you're incredible," he breathed, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you so bloody much, Y/N. You're mine, all mine. And I'll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me." He pulled out of you with a hiss, his softening cock slipping free to let a trickle of his release escape from your well-used hole. He gathered it on his fingers and brought them to your lips, painting them with his essence.

"Taste us," he commanded softly, his eyes dark with renewed lust. "Taste how good we are together. How much I need you." He kissed you again, slow and deep, pouring all his love and devotion into the embrace. When he finally pulled back, he smiled at you tenderly.

He continued, his fingers still idly playing with your hair. "I just can't stand the thought of anyone else looking at you the way I do. Touching you the way I do. You're the only one for me, Y/N. The only one I want."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "I know I can be a bit… intense sometimes. Possessive. But it's only because I love you so goddamn much. You're my whole world, princess."

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "I promise I'll try to rein it in a bit. Won't let my jealous side get the better of me. As long as you keep reminding me that you're mine and only mine, I think I'll be alright." He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Though I might still have to intimidate any bloke who dares to even glance in your direction. Can't have them getting any ideas, now can I?"

He sighed, pulling you closer and resting his chin on top of your head. "I'm a lucky bastard, you know that? To have you as my wife, my partner, my best friend. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I thank my lucky stars every day that you're mine."

He nuzzled into your neck, placing a soft kiss on your pulse point. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world. And I'll spend every day of our lives proving it to you, in every way I know how. Starting with round two…" He grinned wickedly, his hands already starting to roam your body again, ready to show you once more just how much he adored you.

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maskedbyghost · 9 hours ago

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OKAYY IMA TRY MY BEST HERE TO EXPLAIN, so like reader and ghost were married but got divorced because of how toxic ghost was being but they never can really stay away from each other because they are both still in love with each other and ghost keeps coming to her house and they always argue and then fuck after, and like the argue part is really just the reader yelling at him and telling him how much she hates him and how much she wants him to get out , AND SOTHING I REALLY LIKE IS WHEN THE READERIS PUSHING HIM AND PUNCHING BUT HE NOT MOVING AT ALL, and after she is panting out of breath and then they fuckkk, I KNOW ITS KINDA CHOPPY AND NOT IN GREAT DETAIL BUT WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT <33333

sorry for the wait, i didn't have time to write anything for a few days, but i'm back bitchesss!!! 18+ below!

it’s late. the kind of late where the world feels too quiet, where even the hum of the fridge seems too loud. you’re curled up on the couch, trying to lose yourself in a show you’re not really watching, when there’s a knock at the door.

your stomach twists. you know who it is before you even get up. he’s the only one who would show up unannounced, especially at this hour.

when you open the door, there he is—ghost, or simon, or whatever he’s calling himself tonight. he’s leaning against the doorframe like he belongs there, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his dark eyes locking onto yours the moment the door swings open.

“what the hell do you want?” you snap, gripping the edge of the door like it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

he doesn’t answer right away, just tilts his head slightly, taking you in like he hasn’t seen you in years. like he doesn’t know every inch of you better than he knows himself.

“couldn’t sleep,” he says finally, his voice calm, like it always is.

“so you thought you’d come here?” your voice is rising, sharp with anger. “you can’t just—”

“you gonna let me in?” he interrupts, and that calmness is what sets you off.

“no,” you spit, pushing against his chest. “no, you don’t get to do this. you don’t get to just show up here whenever you feel like it.”

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch. it’s like pushing against a brick wall, and it only makes you angrier.

“you’re unbelievable,” you yell, shoving him again. and again. harder this time, your palms slamming into his chest. “i hate you. i hate you for ruining everything. for ruining me.”

his jaw tightens, but he still doesn’t say anything, just lets you keep going. lets you push and punch and yell until your chest heaves and your fists stay pressed against him, trembling with the effort.

you’re out of breath, the heat of anger and frustration flooding your cheeks. and he’s just... standing there, looking down at you with that maddening calm like none of this is breaking him apart too.

“feel better?” he asks, his voice low, almost teasing, and it makes you want to scream.

“fuck you,” you whisper, but your voice cracks, and you hate yourself for it.

his hand moves then, slowly, deliberately. he cups your jaw, his touch warm, firm, grounding you when you don’t want to be grounded.

“you don’t mean that,” he says, so quiet it’s almost a whisper.

and then he kisses you.

it’s not gentle. it’s rough and desperate, teeth clashing and hands grabbing, his body pressing you back against the wall as if he can’t stand even an inch of space between you.

you hate him. you hate that he can do this to you, that he can unravel you with a look, a touch, a kiss. but you kiss him back just as fiercely, because as much as you hate him, you hate how much you still love him even more.

the door slams shut behind him, forgotten, as you pull him deeper into the house, into you, where he’s never really left.

his lips crash into yours with a hunger that feels almost punishing, like he’s angry with himself for needing you this much. your back presses against the wall, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through your body. his hands are everywhere—one cupping the back of your neck, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

you claw at his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders as your lips part with a gasp. his breath is ragged, hot against your skin as he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck.

“this is a mistake,” you whisper, even as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

“yeah,” he mutters against your skin, his voice low and rough. “but you keep letting me in.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you hate how much truth they hold. but there’s no time to dwell on it, not when his hands slide beneath your shirt, his calloused palms warm against your bare skin. your head tips back, a soft sound escaping your lips as his thumbs trace slow circles over your ribs, like he’s savoring every moment.

you push at his chest again, but this time there’s no anger behind it, only desperation. “simon,” you breathe.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, searching. “tell me to stop,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. but you don’t. you can’t.

instead, you grab the collar of his shirt, yanking him back down to you, and that’s all the answer he needs. he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. the door hits the wall with a thud, but you barely notice, too lost in the way his lips move against yours, in the way his body feels pressed against you.

the world outside ceases to exist as he lays you down, his weight a grounding force against the chaos in your mind. your hands explore every inch of him, memorizing the planes of his body, the scars, the parts of him you know better than your own.

his hands roam your body with a desperate sort of reverence, like he’s rediscovering something he thought he’d lost forever. each touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, making your head spin and your breath hitch.

his lips are relentless, moving from your mouth to your neck, then lower, marking a path that feels both possessive and apologetic.

“tell me you hate me,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice shaky. but the way his hands grip you, the way his body presses against yours, says he’s begging for anything but that.

you don’t answer. instead, your nails dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, anchoring yourself to him even as your mind screams at you to stop.

“simon,” you whisper again, and it’s almost enough to undo him. his name on your lips is a mix of anger, need, and something softer.

his movements slow for a moment, then he comes up until his forehead presses against yours as he takes a shaky breath. “i can’t stay away from you,” he admits, his voice breaking just slightly, and it feels like the most honest thing he’s ever said.

your lips find his again, softer this time, almost tender, as if to say, i can’t stay away from you either.

whatever fragile restraint was holding him back shatters in an instant. he pulls you impossibly closer, his body moving against yours with an urgency that leaves no room for doubt.

every kiss, every touch, feels like an apology and a promise all at once, and you lose yourself in the push and pull of him, the way he claims you like you’re his and always will be.

in a second you both lose the clothes that were the only barrier between the two of you, and as he slowly enters you he whispers “you’ll never get rid of me,” his tone soft.

you don’t answer immediately, not with words at least. instead, you pull him back to you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that’s just as desperate, just as consuming, as the first.

he tightens his hold on you, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he’s afraid you might disappear. “i won’t let you go,” — thrust, “i swear, i won’t let you go” — thrust, “you are my everything,” — thrust.

the words feel like a vow as they leave his lips, his thrusts deep and measured, each one punctuating his promises. you respond with a soft gasp, your body arching into his, the connection between you both intensifying with each movement.

“then prove it,” you breathe, your hands clutching his back, urging him closer. he pauses for a moment, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged as he searches your eyes.

the vulnerability in his gaze is raw, like he’s offering you everything, but it’s more than just physical. “i will, baby, i promise” he says, before capturing your lips again, his movements steady, determined—he’s showing you, with every inch of his being, that this time, he won’t let go.

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midnight1nk · 2 days ago

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So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

Past Ink: Guys, it's fine. This isn't a serious episode, it would be too soon for another arc. It's just gonna be another silly Saturday.

Current Ink: ....

(the following is my live reaction:)

[*unholy screaming*] FOUR NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOW WHAT A GREAT START TO THIS EPISODE, SCRATCH EVERYTHING THAT I SAID ABOUT THIS BEING A "NORMAL" EPISODE

NOPE I NEED TO PAUSE, I NEED TO TAKE A WALK BC I'M NOT GONNA GET OVER IT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS COULD LEAD

they're not gonna do it in this episode BUT the fact that goop!4 is being acknowledged in every way possible, we might just have a sequel in our hands

NO NO NO CUT THE INTRO, I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE EPISODE YET AND YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A THEORY ON IT ALREADY? HOLD YOUR FUCKIN HORSES, I'LL GET THERE GEEZ

anyway, we have to press play...

I'm pretty sure someone already has done a pirate au (no I'm not over what I just watched) and anyway, artists: here's pirate SMG4

Four, you should've read the file name before downloading it [*shakes head*]

Wait, is this going to be a parody of computer buddies? That's actually pretty fun..... OH NO NO NO

Ah, so we are doing computer buddies

Actually, yeah, can we have Mario as president please

love how it says "no one even compares to mario. especially smg4 who sucks booty cheeks [or ass] and mario doesn't"

Observe as the SMG4 fandom gets terrified of the word "perfect" [*screams*]

MARIO MARIO NO NO NO HE DIDN'T SAVE

I felt that in my core omg

as a graphic designer, this hurts

apparently, there's a whole new dimension in our computers, Only in the SMG4 Universe [*cheesy thumbs up*]

We really are getting all the computer buddies, huh? I wonder if KinitoPET will appear

[*silver the hedgehog voice*] It's no use!

BRITISH SMG3

wow what a funny bit... WAIT HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, LOOK AT THE MEDIA BOX

the eyes....

w̷̹̓e̷̼̽ ̸̯́n̴̩͆e̵̝̓v̴̼͑ë̵̤r̴͓͛ ̷̭͝l̵̦̎e̴̞͗f̵͉̐ṯ̴͗

and the left eye too... oh god, the EYE OF RA— [*gets shot*]

honestly, Four, you improved your aim ever since Western Spaghetti (ik you also did for PV but that's not the point)

I knew they were gonna bring in buff Luigi again

I'M SCREAMING

THERE IS NO WAY THE TEAM JUST DROPPED THAT ON US, THIS CAN'T BE REAL

ok first off, the fact that Four has a folder labeled "Super SECRET Spicy Memes" is giving "totally homework" folder energy (and I don't want to even think more about that)

hey, Four did say that Three brings some spice into his life (yeah, "rosemary to my bread" and all that jazz)

SECOND, the fact he has an image of SMG3 with him saying "whats the matter smg4 kun?"

THEN the "I know what you are" audio clip...

Four, buddy, you're down bad aren't you?

like "woah smg4's bisexual, I didn't know that", the closet is out of GLASS so we been knew but I DID NOT expect this

having Three be a tsundere is one thing, but FOUR....

🫵🏳️‍🌈⁉️

"they're dating behind the scenes" at this point, yeah

we have to keep going... [*secretly puts this clip on the fridge*]

I hate this so much /silly

[*chaos ensues*] [*sips my coffee*] just another tuesday saturday

GOTTA GO FAST GOTTA GO FAST— [*gets tazed*] i can never catch a break c'mon man

oh hey Swag!

four dollars is four dollars, you got yourself a deal

ok, I'm gonna need everyone to see Four's cute little hops here:

look at him go, my silly little goober :) oh, now you have? then let's keep going

holy shit, this fight scene is so well animated!!! LET'S GOOOO

never thought I'd see the day of seeing biblically accurate bonzi in an SMG4 episode and yet here we are.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE, I'M ASCENDING

"...but they hugged before" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

A normal hug, where two people cross each other and are unable to see the other's face since it's over their shoulder, is just as it is: a normal hug. It can be seen as platonic and/or romantic.

THIS is a lot more intimate. 3 and 4's heads touch while they hold each other by the hand. This type of hug is reserved more for romantic partners when the situation leads them to a devasting end, where they face each other to look at and remember what their partner looked like, one last time before they die.

In this case, it makes sense as the computer is collapsing within itself.

"It's not actually them tho." Yes, they're digital copies of 3 and 4 but that's the thing: they're COPIES, acting on what 3 and 4 would actually do

SMG34 shippers, we are eating GOOD today yum yum

but then, that begs the question: would there be a moment where 3 and 4 would reveal their feelings for each other at the worst possible time?

(you guys are not going to be ready for my next episode concepts) What, who said that?

uh anyway them 💙💜 gotta put it on the fridge

I feel for you, Four, but I have a horrible feeling about this

...

Foreshadowing is a literary device—

no seriously, I feel like this could be part of a future arc where a past villain would ruin everything Four has and would offer up a deal when Four would be the most desperate. There's always a catch. Hmm, why does that seem familiar...?

Your life's work or your friends, it's your call, SMG4

HELL YEAH FOUR, THROW IT AWAY (omg just like how he chose Three over the USB, I'm crying dude)

also congrats to Ourstor08954957 for the lovely art in the end credits 🎉 such cute doodles ❤️

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Oh boy, what an episode. I feel like I'm in another plane of existence right now. Everything was absolutely incredible, great job Team!!

Everyone, say THANK YOU to whoever put the SMG34 crumbs in there, we shall treasure it for the rest of our lives. I'm gonna put those moments on my fridge. OH I would love to see the artists draw the SMG34 hug or pirate Four!

Love the fighting scene right by the end and the little details they have added in there. I guess it's "Torture Ink with the Idea that Goop!4 May Happen" day but hey, I'm so normal about it (no I'm not). I've been a bit stressed since finals are coming up so I'm thankful for anything this episode for me.

(If anyone is curious, the WOTFI website is still up and yes, I am logging its status just in case.)

I'm sure everyone is going crazy over this...

"They gay fr :3" [BenJoJoGV, Twitter]

🧍

BEN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THESE THINGS—

#smg4 #smg4 spoilers #smg4 mario #smg4 smg3 #smg34 #yes it actually happened #ink reviews

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thydungeongal · 8 hours ago

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I can't imagine what life must be like for you. You wake up every day shitting and pissing yourself with rage because somewhere in the world there are people playing D&D and even worse, playing it WRONG. You don't have to play it with them or even hear about them doing it but the fact that they exist and there's no way for you to stop them will cause you endless torment for the rest of their life. "

Stop homebrewing!!!!" you scream through tears, "Don't you understand that there are other games?" But they do not respond because they do understand, but they know you are mentally incapable of understanding that people who heavily homebrew their games do so because the act of homebrewing a game is the fun they are after. You are doing the equivalent of yelling at someone who plays modded Skyrim because don't they know that Pathologic exists? But they do know Pathologic exists. They do not want to play Pathologic. They want to play modded Skyrim. Because modding the game IS the fun they are having. For them, the modding is the game. And going to play a different game instead would not be the experience they are looking for.

You do not and will never understand that for the majority of the D&D playing population, it is primarily a social activity. A way for them to kick back and hang out and have fun with their friends. The idea that they would factor in the opinions of some random loser on the internet is absurd. You are going up to a group of guys who get together and shoot hoops every friday after work and screaming "NO!!! YOU'RE NOT FOLLOWING THE OFFICIAL NBA RULEBOOK! YOU'RE NOT EVEN KEEPING SCORE!!! TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!! AND WHY DON'T YOU PLAY HOCKEY INSTEAD!!!" But they do not care. This is a recreational activity to bond with people that they care about, and you are such an unlikable little creep that you will never know what that's like.

"I'm just trying to get them to engage with the art form!" you lie, "Only playing one game is like only reading one book or only watching one movie!" Except that the average number of ttrpgs that the average person has played is still 0, and even when you count all people who have ever played D&D, the vast majority are people who played a couple of games and then never got back to it. You're acting like this is some massive moral social disease that needs to be cured to solve the anti-intellectualism problem in society as opposed to being the niche hobby of a small portion of the population.

"I just want to show people how great other games are," you lie, because if you actually did want that you would spend your time talking about your favorite games and what makes them great instead of spending all your free time insulting D&D players for the fact that they don't already play these games. I love so many TTRPGS and there are so many others that I would love to get to play, but I can't talk to people about them because so many D&D players first exposure to other game is people like you screaming at them that "EVERYONE WHO PLAYS D&D INSTEAD OF MY GAME IS A FUCKING MORON IDIOT FASCIST WHO SHOULD BE SHOT" and it immediately turns them off from wanting to try those games.

Like maybe if more of you spend your time talking about how cool your last game was, posting session diaries online, discussing your favorite mechanical interactions, posting actual play podcasts or youtube videos, that would entice people to want to try, but in order to do that you would have to understand what having fun playing a game feels like, and you fundamentally don't.

You are the worst thing to happen to the hobby you're actively sabotaging people from wanting to try new games. Honestly Hasbro should be paying you for doing their work for them, making it look like if people leave D&D to try other systems they'll be surrounded by people who scream at and insult them nonstop.

At this point D&D is popular because it is popular. If I want to play D&D, I know I can find a group. If I dig harder, I know I can find one of the other big names (call of cthulhu, vampire the masquerade, pathfinder, MAYBE shadowrun) but finding a full table of people who are all interested in playing a more obscure game (and not even super obscure, even stuff like monster of the week or blades in the dark), and specifically who all want to play the SAME more obscure game? That's really challenging and you strike out a lot, and the fact is hat people get into this hobby because they actually want to fucking play game, not sit around imagining what it would be like to play and then argue with people on the internet.

And the funniest part of all this bullshit is that it literally does not effect you in the slightest. Those five friends hanging out after a hard week of work roleplaying about kissing elves in their basement half a world away are not going to break into your house and make you play D&D and play it their way. It shouldn't upset you but it does, because you are an unhappy person and rather than acknowledge that and deal with it you would rather put the blame for how you feel on some random people you have never met and will never meet, so you spend all your time on the internet frothing at the mouth with rage, trying as hard as you can to make everyone else as miserable as you are.

But it doesn't work, because those people aren't reading your posts. They are having fun kissing elves in the dungeon, blissfully unaware of what some miserable, unpleasant assholes on the internet think about it. They are having fun with their favorite hobby and you are not, and a hobby will never be defined by the 1% of people who spend all their time complaining that the other 99% are doing it wrong, it's defined by what the 99% of people involved are actually doing, and that's what makes you mad and that's what makes you such a fucking worthless loser.

Your mistake is assuming that when I write about RPGs, even critically, that I'm having a bad time, but I actually enjoy the intellectual exercise of thinking about the things I enjoy critically. You should try it too! :)

Also I'm very glad that you've really nailed down on my ideology of "everyone who plays D&D instead of my game is an idiot fascist who must be shot," a thing I am always saying and am in fact famous for saying.

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Hi! Can you write a story about Junhui? He & the reader met accidentally like in a bar, Jun is kinda hiding to have some time off then it escalated to smut, kinda rough & passionate at the same time. Thanks!

𝗼𝗳𝗳-𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆 | w.jh

a/n: hi anon! thanks for requesting!! my mind went on its own trip after reading the request, so i hope this is what you had in mind! this took way too long to answer 😭 i hope it's turned out well!

word count: 4.1k contents: NSFW content , junhui x afab!reader , idol!junhui , alcohol consumption , explicit sexual content , reader gets insecure for a sec , jun helps with that , hopeful ending , nsfw warnings below the cut!

nsfw warnings: mdni! 18+ , rough sex , protected sex , fingering (f. receiving) , using spit as lube , slight mentions of choking

it was your best friend, yerim's birthday, and to celebrate, you and your group of girls found yourselves at a bar, dancing and downing shots like there was no tomorrow.

it was an experience you desperately needed. after recently having been dumped by your shitty ex because he needed 'more in the bedroom', he left you feeling insecure about yourself.

your group of girls had been enraged upon hearing this, and they didn't let you mope around over him for a bit. so here you were, wearing your tiniest dress and filling your bloodstream up with liquid courage, waiting to find the right man for the night.

so far, your prospects weren't promising.

whatever confidence had been built up over the course of the night was slowly ebbing away, and you were a little disappointed. not wanting to ruin the mood of the other girls, you quietly excused yourself to the bathroom.

just as you are pushing yourself through the crowds of people gathered in the club, you find yourself tripping on someone's outstretched leg, and great, now you're going to fall right on your face and-

the fall never comes.

instead, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you up against a sturdy chest.

"i'm so sorry! i didn't see you walking, and you tripped on my leg. are you okay?" your saviour asks you, but the bass-boosted edm makes it hard to hear anything.

"can we go somewhere quiet? i can't hear you well!" you yell loudly, and the stranger guides you towards the back of the club. the loud music fades away as you finally face the stranger who saved you.

and god damn.

his eyes held a piercing gaze that made you feel weirdly exposed, even though you were fully clothed. his features were sharp and defined, and you were certain you could cut yourself on his jawline. it was that sharp.

"um," you mumble, taken aback by how beautiful this stranger was. "i'm y/n."

"i'm junhui," the stranger replies, and the name sounds familiar, but you can't quite place it. "again, i'm really sorry about the-"

"it's alright," you wave his apology off. "no harm, no foul." you chuckle, and the beautiful man lets out an equally beautiful laugh.

before you could take the conversation further, junhui's phone starts ringing. he shoots you an apologetic glance and steps away to take the call. he doesn't stray away too far, so you can clearly hear him talking to someone named jeonghan on the phone.

wait. jeonghan?

"sorry, my friend called," junhui says, making you snap back to reality.

"you’re the junhui? from seventeen?" you almost shriek, and junhui's eyes go wide.

he hurriedly places a hand over your mouth to shut you up, pushing you up against the wall in the process.

"don't scream that loudly, please," he whispers, and from being this close to him, you can see a hint of tiredness in his eyes. "no one knows i'm here, and no one can find out."

you nod, promising to stay silent, so he removes his hand, but never moves away from you. instead, the distance between you two seems to grow even shorter.

"are you running away or something?" you ask jokingly.

"i just needed a break," junhui sighs. "the company wouldn't let any of us near a bar without supervision, so i snuck out. are you a fan?"

"ah, i'm actually not," you reply awkwardly. "i've heard about you all a lot, but i don't really listen to music in general. my friend is crazy about seventeen though. she even carries a mingyu photocard around, hoping to bump into him someday."

junhui seems a bit more relaxed at your confession. "that's actually refreshing. usually we bump into fans any time we're outside the dorms, so meeting someone who doesn't know us is a good change."

"it must be tiring," you say, wondering how idols have the capacity to be on their best behavior at all times in case they run into fans. "anyways, i'm taking up your break time, so i'll leave you to it."

"wait!" junhui says, holding onto your wrist to stop you from leaving. "i mean, you can totally say no, but i want to get to know you more. we could, uh, get out of here and go somewhere more private? i don't mean it in, like, a sexual way or anything. not unless you want it."

you can't help but blush at how blunt he is with his offer. you're intrigued by junhui, and not just because of his job. he looks like an interesting person to get to know, and you wouldn't mind spending some time with him, especially not if its sex.

"i'll take you up on your offer then," you smile. "why don't you wait outside and get a cab, and i'll let my friends know i'm leaving?"

"okay," junhui agrees easily. and in one swift movement, he leans in to peck your cheek. the moment is over in the blink of an eye, and all you can see is his face turning red as he all but runs towards the exit of the bar.

you giggle to yourself as you make your way to your friends. in favor of respecting junhui's privacy, you just let them know that you're heading home early. after a few hugs, (and two shots that your friend forced you to take) you're stumbling out of the bar, slightly tipsy.

the crisp winter air greets you, instantly making you shiver. you regret wearing such a short dress that barely covers anything, but soon enough, a jacket is being draped over your shoulders, blanketing you in warmth.

"you should've brought something warm," junhui tsks, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders, so you nuzzle into his embrace. he's wearing a mask that covers his face, but you can't help yourself from admiring how beautiful his eyes look, the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off them.

after giving your address to the driver, the cab journey is spent in exchanging small talk. junhui encourages you to talk about your work, and you ask about his life back in china. talking to him felt light-hearted and comfortable, but the air in the cab was charged with sexual tension.

you couldn't keep your gaze off his droopy, sensual eyes, or the way his deep voice reverberated in your chest, causing arousal to stir in your gut.

he was just as affected by your presence. his eyes kept glancing down at the way your dress had ridden up, exposing more of your thigh, and the sweet, intoxicating scent of your perfume had him hooked.

it wasn't a surprise when junhui crowded you against the door of your apartment the second you entered, claiming your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

his hands grab at your waist, and you weave your fingers in his soft, black hair, pulling slightly. a groan escapes him at your action, and he pulls away from the kiss, panting as he stares into your eyes.

"do that again."

you comply, tugging a bit harder on his hair as he covers your neck in angry, red marks, biting and sucking on the exposed skin. you gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing against the skin of your collarbones next, adding more marks to the ones he'd already left before.

"jun- jun," you gasp. "bedroom, please."

"alright, pretty," he agrees easily, pulling away from you. "lead the way."

he intertwines his hand with yours, and you giggle at the warmth the simple gesture brings to you. tugging on his hand slightly, you lead him to your bedroom, thanking every divine force for making you clean your room before you left for the night.

the bed is perfectly made, and you had even lit up a tiramisu-scented candle before leaving for the party, the lingering scent filling up your room.

you look at junhui observing all the details of your room, his eyebrows raised as he nodded at the decor. "what, does it not suit your taste, mr. famous celebrity?" you tease, your hands going up to the back of your dress to unzip the zipper holding it up.

junhui's eyes flit towards you, and he smiles. "on the contrary, your room looks much more fit to be a celebrity's bedroom. mine is terribly messy and boring," he then moves closer to you, spinning you around and taking your hands off your zipper. "let me help you?"

you nod to give him permission, so with gentle hands, he quickly unzips your dress, placing kisses on your spine as more skin is revealed. soon, the fabric is slipping off your shoulders and you shrug the dress off.

you move away from junhui, crawling onto the bed and laying down right in the middle, propping yourself up against your pillows. "your turn," you prompt him, and he reacts quickly, untucking his shirt and pulling it off, taking his shoes and socks off, undoing his belt and stepping out of the slacks he'd been wearing. he joins you on the bed only in his underwear, slotting himself between your spread legs and hovering over you.

and then, a sudden wave of insecurity courses through you. it was unusual, because you've never felt so doubtful of your performance in bed. as if on cue, your ex boyfriend's words echo in your head.

"she was too boring in bed, i couldn't put up with that for long."

almost as if a switch has been flipped inside you, you shy away from junhui's intense gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide your body from him.

"hey, what's wrong?" junhui asks, immediately picking up on your discomfort. he moves up to kneel between your legs, instead of hovering above you. "we can stop, if you want."

"i- it's stupid," you groan, your ears feeling warm because of the embarrassment you felt. "i'm sorry, i probably just ruined the mood."

"not at all," he immediately counters, his eyes softening as he looks at you with care. "is everything okay?"

you exhale loudly. for some reason, junhui's presence made it so easy for you to open up to him about whatever's been weighing you down after you broke up with your ex boyfriend.

"it's my ex," you explain. "he left me because he said i was never enough in bed, and he got bored. i guess i'm feeling a little shitty about myself because of it."

junhui's eyebrows furrow at your words. you expect him to get a little weirded out and awkwardly back out from sleeping with you, but to your surprise, he touches your arms gently. "can i see you, please?"

the soft tone of his voice soothes you, and you nod, moving your arms away. he leans down to press soft kisses to your upper body, muttering words between every kiss.

"you're gorgeous, y/n," he says, his eyes locked on yours. the heat that had been building up in your core is rekindled as his kisses become less soft and more sharp. "i'm sure your ex has no idea what he's missing out on. if it's okay with you, i'd like to prove it to you that you're much better than whatever he said about you."

with that, his tongue flicks your nipple over the lacy fabric of your bra, and you gasp sharply, arching up into his touch. "yes, please," you nod too eagerly, your earlier worries forgotten.

smirking against your skin, junhui unclasps your bra, his mouth latching onto one breast as he kneads the other with his hand. you bring up your hands to thread your fingers through his hair, keeping him pressed into your chest, the stimulation too good to be taken away.

when he moves his mouth to your other breast, one hand trails lower, slipping past the waistband of your panties. his fingers quickly reach your pussy, rubbing the folds with a sort of impatience.

"shit, you're so wet and i haven't even done anything," he taunts you, all while spreading your folds apart and pressing them together, creating a soft, squelching sound.

"please, need it in me," you whine, hips rolling up to get some friction on your clit, or his fingers inside you.

"i'll give it to you," junhui promises, sounding a bit too solemn for someone who's about to finger you, but you don't really care. "can i ask one thing before i go ahead though?"

his movements halt for a moment, and you realize that his question requires a clear answer from you, so you gesture for him to continue.

"do you mind if i'm a bit rough?" he asks, a little timid. "nothing too crazy, and if you want it to be slow, then i'm okay with that too! i just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."

you blush heavily at his question, but you appreciate it nonetheless. "yeah, rough works for me," you agree. "just don't be mean, please? everything else is okay."

his eyes light up with your permission. "how do you feel about choking?"

the next question has you, ironically, choking on air. you've never really given it a thought, which led you to think that maybe it was your ex who was boring in bed.

"i think i'd like it," you answer shyly, and junhui swoops in for a kiss, hands gripping your waist tightly.

"perfect," he breathes out, pressing his lips against yours again. "let me know if it gets too much, okay? i'll prep you now."

you hum a sound of consent against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

junhui all but rips your panties off, flinging them off in some random direction behind him. (it landed on your poor stuffed teddy bear's head.) he pulls away from the kiss, shifting his attention to your pussy, lips parted and eyes blown wide as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds and twitching hole.

"if i didn't have early morning schedules, i would have loved to eat you out," junhui remarks, humming as he licks up your arousal from his fingers.

"if it's in the cards, you can do it next time," you suggest, your voice airy. "can we focus on the present moment and the lack of prep work you said you'd be doing?"

"damn, princess, you know i'll give it to you," junhui chuckles. "don't get so impatient. i promised you a good time."

"then show me."

your words seemed to be like a trigger for junhui, judging from the way he immediately thrusts one finger into your hole, and you let out a long, drawn-out whine. it's been a while since you've touched yourself, and even longer since the last time you had sex, so every touch feels sensitive to you.

smiling smugly at your reaction, junhui thrusts the finger into you slowly, waiting for you to relax before he adds another finger, scissoring you open.

"shit, your fingers fill me up s'good," you moan, loving the way junhui's slender fingers reached places you couldn't on your own. at the praise, junhui's fingers curl up inside you, brushing against your g-spot and you cry out.

"more! there, please," you whine, clenching around his fingers. "god, you're so tight around my fingers," junhui groans, taking up the sight of your cunt swallowing up two of his fingers. "can't imagine how warm you'd feel around my cock."

"want it in me, please junnie," the endearment slips off your tongue. even though it was mindless on your end, it somehow fuels junhui further, the thrust of his fingers getting faster as he mercilessly rubs your g-spot.

"'m ready, jun," you mumble, trying to string together coherent words. "take me, i need it."

taking pity on your dishevelled state, junhui takes his fingers out of you abruptly, making you whine at the loss of it. "where are the condoms, beautiful?"

"top drawer, to the left," you instruct, and junhui leans over to your bedside table to get the condoms from your drawer. "they're the perfect size, did you know i was gonna come over?" he jokes, taking out a condom and tearing the foil wrapper open.

"my ex used the same ones," you admit. "never got around to replacing them."

something flares up in junhui at your admission. he hasn't known you for long, and certainly has no idea of who your ex was, but he suddenly feels determined to make the sex even better for you.

"well, i hope you know that i'm going to fuck you better than he ever could," he huffs, trying his best not to let his irrational jealousy show. with that, he pulls his boxers down, his cock slapping against his stomach as the fabric is removed.

your mouth waters at the sight of him, and any thoughts about your ex have left your mind a long time ago. you had no doubt that junhui could treat you much better than he did. eager to get a closer look, you prop yourself up on your elbows, taking the condom from him.

"let me do it," you gaze up at him. you wrap a hand around his length, almost moaning at how heavy and hot it felt in your palm. you stroke it a few times, the slide too dry to be pleasurable, but you come up with a quick fix. you roll the condom down his length, and then spit into your palm, stroking him again to cover his cock in the wetness.

junhui groans from above you, loving the way your hand looks, wrapped around his cock, your deep red manicure contrasting against the dark skin.

"fuck, you're handsy, hm?" he pants, trying to stay composed. "how about we get to the actual fucking now?"

"yes, please," you all but beg, laying against the pillows again, legs automatically spreading open to let junhui settle between them again. junhui grabs the base of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance, pressing against it lightly.

"just push it in already- oh," you feel the breath getting knocked out of your lungs as junhui fills you up in one rough thrust, his length buried to the hilt inside you.

"i'll take care of you, princess," junhui assures you. "sit back and enjoy the ride."

he pulls out till only his tip is inside you, and then thrusts back in quickly, punching a surprised moan out of you. your hands wrap around his shoulders as his thrusts get hard and rough, his pace relentless. you're completely fucked out, your brain devoid of any thoughts, only junhui's name falling past your lips.

meanwhile, junhui feels like he's losing his mind. your tight, wet heat engulfing him has his hips rocking into you faster, his climax building up gradually.

you gasp at the shift in the angle when junhui throws your legs over his shoulders, his cock somehow reaching deeper inside of you. at that moment, you realize that he'd also promised you something else.

eyeing his free hand, which was just holding your hip as he fucked into you, you grab it by the wrist, pulling his hand up to your throat, looking up at him expectantly.

"you're gonna be the death of me, y/n," junhui growls, his fingers wrapping themselves around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure and cutting off your airflow.

the sensation is almost magical. you can't breathe, and even though the thought should be scary, you can only feel yourself getting more aroused, clenching around junhui even tighter.

tears gather in your eyes as he chokes you a bit harder, his thrusts getting faster in pace too. your orgasm is building up quickly, and you bring your hand to your clit, rubbing it harshly in tandem to his thrusts.

"so close," you wheeze, trying your best to speak while getting choked. "harder, junnie, c'mon."

junhui rams into you at an almost animalistic pace, the bed creaking under the strength of his efforts to give you your best orgasm. "i'm close too, princess. let me feel you come on my cock, please."

your eyes roll to the back of your head as junhui takes his hand away from your throat in favor of twisting your nipple as he keeps up his relentless pace, making you scream out loud.

"shit, i'm coming!" you all but scream. your body goes rigid for a moment as your orgasm crashes down upon you. your chest heaves with the intensity of the orgasm, and the overstimulation from junhui's thrusts makes you whine loudly.

"'m close too, princess, hang on," junhui grunts. his release isn't too far away, not with the way your hole keeps squeezing his cock, as if it never wants him to leave. he comes a while later, filling up the condom as his hips finally stop moving.

for a few minutes, only the sounds of your loud breathing can be heard in your bedroom.

"that was amazing," you pant, curling closer to junhui, who was now laying beside you.

"you were amazing," junhui replies, with that easy charm of his that makes you blush. "let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

with a bit of reluctancy from your end to leave the bed, junhui drags you to your bathroom. you both quickly shower together, and he gently washes your hair too. then, while you did your skincare, junhui found some fresh bedsheets to change the stained ones.

once you're both dried off, you give junhui one of your older brother's t-shirts and shorts, an old ratty band t-shirt that you had stolen from him years ago, and basketball shorts he had left at your apartment when he last visited you.

junhui wastes no time in getting into bed, and you follow soon after. this part feels awkward, even after having shared an intimate moment with junhui.

"what's on your mind?" junhui asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you notice how he's left a respectful distance between you both on the bed, and your heart aches a little.

"it's a shame that this was a one-time thing," you smile sadly.

"it doesn't have to be," junhui frowns. "i did say i would eat you out some day."

you laugh at his words. you wish it was that easy, but reality was a bit more harsh.

"correct me if i'm wrong, but your career doesn't allow a lot of room for all this, right?" you ask, breaking your gaze away from him.

junhui reaches out to hold your chin, tilting your head up so that you look at him. "idols date around a lot, nowadays," he explains. "we'd just have to be careful with where we're meeting, but otherwise it's alright. a few of my own bandmates have girlfriends, and it's going well."

"i know, but i don't do casual sex, junhui," you sigh. "after my last breakup, especially, i haven't been doing well, as you saw. i'm incapable of just casually sleeping around without catching feelings, which doesn't always end well for me."

"hey, look i know it's too soon, but i don't think i want you just for casual sex," junhui says. "i'll be frank with you, there will be times where i may be too busy to even call you, and we'd have to text a lot more often, but that doesn't mean i don't want to try."

"it might be silly, but i felt drawn to you before you tripped over my shoe at the bar. i was just too shy to come up to you. but when i got the opportunity to talk to you, to come back to your place, it felt kinda like fate, y'know?"

you do know. even though junhui was someone you'd met a few hours ago, you already felt a connection with him, past all the physical intimacy. and you knew that he was being genuine too, you could see it in his eyes.

"i know," you nod, smiling softly at him. "i guess, we could go on a few dates and figure things out? whenever you're free of course," you add on, and junhui is practically beaming with how bright his smile is.

"i'd love that," he grins. "now, can we cuddle? i wasn't too sure if i could ask you that earlier."

"yeah, we can," you giggle, scooting closer to the warmth junhui emanated. his arms wrap around you easily, like it's natural, and you have a feeling that you made the right decision by giving him a chance.

"i'm glad we talked about this," junhui whispers some time later, the both of you drowsy with sleep. "now i really can take you up on that offer of eating you out."

"jun!"

"what? i'm being honest!"

"just go to sleep, don't you have an early morning schedule."

"and you say you're not a fan. you sure you didn't plan for this to happen?"

"do you want me to start rethinking my decision?"

"no, ma'am. goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight, junhui."

- fin.

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changingplumbob · 1 day ago

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How will the Yorks react to my plan to host a bachelorette challenge?

Deanna - Potential bachelorette Joey - Deanna's aromantic yet allosexual older brother Artemisia - Deanna's younger sister, has the evil trait Devin - 2 time Starlight Accolade winner for her acting career and Deanna's older sister Luna - Devin's wife, Deanna's sister in law Aaron - Deanna's pa (father) Calista - Deanna's ma (mother) Alfred & Rilian Villareal - Deanna's nephews

Joey: I assume you all know why I have gathered you here this evening

Artemisia: You contracted a WTD

Joey: What? No, we don't have the mods

Aaron: Look if you got someone pregnant we don't need all these theatrics

Devin: Excuse me pa? We always need theatrics

Joey: I didn't get anyone pregnant. This isn't about me, it's about Deanna

Deanna: Very funny

Joey: The watcher and I have decided you should star in a bachelorette challenge

Luna: Oh I love watching those! They're so romantic

Devin: Oh can I host? Please let me host!

Aaron: Cara your sister hasn't said yes to it

Joey: Let me give you my pitch. Tartosa is a perfect background for love. We invite a dozen or so ladies to come and get to know you Deanna, really know you. I think it could be a happily ever after for you

Deanna: I have university Joey

Devin: You have time between terms right? Oh please say yes De, my friend Norah would love to come help direct

Deanna: Aren't these things normally rather straight coded

Joey: In some dimensions, yes. But we live in a great world where homophobia is next to non existent

Devin: Except for Luna's dad, but he's not here now so its fine

Alfred & Rilian: RIP Jacques

Luna: *laughing* Wait- When did they learn to do that?

Artemisia: Ahhhh, Joey was talking

Joey: The point is we, the watcher and I, are bound to be able to find some women or non binary individuals who fit your tastes De. And we can get some family based challenges for them to compete in for extra time with you. Or get other celebrities or local businesses to feature

Calista: Oh we should ask the owners of Postres de Alegría! Maybe then I'll actually be able to get some of their pastries when I show up

Aaron: Tesoro you know if you want the raspberry tart you have to get there before midday. They can't not sell just because you might feel like a treat after your shift

Joey: If not Bob could help out, or he might know some people in Brindleton Bay who have niche interests we could use for a challenge or two

Aaron: I don't know that I like the idea of one of my bambina's pixel parts being on TV

Deanna: Yeah I second that opinion

Joey: We won't actually show any nudity, relax. Now Devin you can be host but I will obviously need to talk to any other watchers. Our watcher thinks it would be fun if they had some input about what skills their contestants would work on. If they don't she'll still need to know like orientations and official stuff

Luna: *sighs* Now you believe in multiple watchers?

Aaron: Joey has just always been rather devout

Deanna: I guess I am single...

Joey: You are

Deanna: And I'm definitely over Paris

Joey: Yes

Deanna: Reece will have to be allowed to do something or he'll pout

Joey: I can sort something. So, will you do it?

Deanna: Sure. I mean who doesn't want true love right?

I'm going to do it *internal screaming*! I'm going to start working on an intro post and some graphics so people know what the submissions need. Submissions will be open until Christmas but I'll push it out a week if needed. Ideally I would love to have households of six at a time, so I'll put slots up in groups of six as people show interest. I don't want to start off with 12 or 18 etc slots if I'll only get four sims. I'm realising a lot of my planning will need to know how many sims there are so I'll be opening up soon to help my brain.

Introductions, hosted by Devin, won't begin until mid January when most people are back from New Years holidays. So yeah, I was actually so nervous writing this all out, I need to calm down. Here's some basic Deanna info I'll put elsewhere to get the cogs in brains turning. This third child of an Italian family is studying physics with hopes of being an engineer but her main aspiration in life is Mansion Baron. She's a lesbian but I checked in game and sims with that orientation are able to flirt/form romantic attachments to non-binary people as well as cis or trans females.

#help I'm actually super nervous #Which is good because do something every day that scares you right #I hope at least six people will submit sims #The cat has come to sit on me to tell me to calm down #Also might push back the start if Hayley isn't finished #Because her Lilac BC is great #And has sheep

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liesmyth · 2 days ago

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favourite parts of GtN act 3 I had forgotten about

Cytherea giving Dulcie a health crisis the moment Silas might get in contact with Abigail's ghost

There was something pale blue sparking within the corpse of Abigail Pent, and suddenly and horribly the body shuddered [...] Someone screamed, and she recognised the voice as Dulcinea’s. Gideon moved thickly through the grey-lipped crowd, watching Dulcinea collapse in what felt like slow motion, reaching out to the rumpled figure in the big dressing gown. [...] Protesilaus stalked forward, and he did not even bother to draw his sword: he simply punched Silas in the face.

The fainting spell so that she'd have an excuse to make "Pro" punch Silas... I love her. She really committed to everything <3

Wild speculation time: as a Lyctor, Cytherea has an unprecedented level of control over every cell of her body, including the cancer cells. Her body's "default state" is the terminal cancer she died with, but she's clearly able to tune it up and down. My pet theory is that the Eight House cancer is inherently necromantic in nature, so it becomes more costly to her to fine-tune it when she's actively doing necromancy, such as puppeteering Pro <- she's not faking the bout of pain, she is in pain, and still going for an Oscar. Who else is doing it like her

Magical restorative herbs Teacher had lying around

When Colum gets syphoned too hard, Teacher makes him sniff something. WHAT IS IT I desperately need to know what Teacher's herb garden looks like.

Have they been eating the Canaan House fish?

Speaking of Teacher's herb garden, the cold storage room at Canaan House includes meat and fish as well as vegetables.

Strings of startle-eyed, frozen fish with their scales and tails intact hung like laundry on lines above steel countertops, bewildering Gideon with the reality of what she had been eating.

This is interesting to me because it could say something about the status of the ocean near Canaan House regarding pollution / the state of Earth's fauna in general. I tend to take Taz literally when she said Nona took place over "a hundred thousand years and five days" and believe tens of thousands of years passed between the flashbacks and the Resurrection. The fauna being healthy enough to be eaten would match with that — not that the half life of nuclear waste means anything when you're God, but a hundred thousand years is definitely "safer" than ten thousand.

Babsʼs boyfriend

“I should’ve stayed home and gotten married,” he said resentfully. “As though anyone was even offering,” snapped Ianthe.

He had a lover boy back on Ida... I know this to be true

Third House power struggle

“How many people had these hatch keys other than the Ninth?” said Corona. “We had no idea the basement was even there.” (ten minutes later) “I am also in possession of one,” Ianthe said, unruffled. “What?”

I would read the whole book from Babs' POV. I think whatever was going on between the Tridentarii must have been incredibly fraught. Away from Ida, Corona's lie must be weighing on them like never before. Away from their court and family, I think Ianthe is going on the biggest power trip of their life. And Babs is there also.

Then later this happens

“At arms, Babs.” Her twin sister’s voice was thin and soft as silk: “Don’t unsheathe that sword, Naberius.” “Ianthe, what—are—you—doing.” “Well, Babs, thank God, has much better sense than to listen to you—Babs?”

The moment when Babs officially won't do what Corona says if Ianthe disagrees... Corona's shocked and saddened reaction... this is new for them. to me. and she doesn't like it. Ianthe meanwhile is letting out twenty-one years of quiet resentment

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Anyway. TLDR! I'm enjoying this reread very much :3

#tlt thoughts #tlt reread #gtn #tlt #long post

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lemotmo · 2 days ago

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I'm curious what your thoughts are regarding the pacing of things as well? I know you said you enjoyed the episode so I hope it doesn't offend you that I sent this, even though she wasn't explicitly bashing the episode, but I would love to hear your thoughts as well.

Q. I have no idea what is happening at all. What is pacing? And the callbacks turned out to be pointless.

A. The pacing has been an issue off and on throughout the series in general so that's nothing new. Look guys it just wasn't a good episode. And that happens. It was made worse by the fact that it followed one of the best episodes they've had in a while, and the fact that it was the second to last episode before the break. The Brad and Hotshots thing has been too much, for me at least, at this point. We're now sacrificing main cast scenes so they can work in Brad scenes (and even more nauseating Gerard scenes). No one is watching for Brad. I don't care how many ex-wives he has or how many kids he has that don't speak to him. I care about one kid that won't speak to one dad and we can't even get a conversation about that. It sounds like Eddie might talk to Brad about it in this coming episode, but again I don't want or need that to be with Brad. I feel like they're going for Eddie not wanting to talk about things with people who actually know him, so to that extent using Brad makes sense. But we've barely seen Chimney. We haven't seen Hen outside of Masks. There's not enough screentime to go around and spending so much time working Brad in is making it even harder to work in the main cast. The main cast is who your audience cares about. I understand the cast has enjoyed Callum, and he's been really lovely to watch behind the scenes but his storyline needs not to be extended into 8b. They have to get that done.

I think the callbacks have actually been for the audience. The audience has made the connections but Buck and Eddie haven't. The universe is indeed screaming at them but neither one of them are ready to hear it. And if that's the case that's actually a really clever way to do things. I think the synopsis for 8x8 is intentionally bad. They never spoil big things in the synopsis, but I also think everyone needs to adjust their idea of a 'big' thing. I was speaking with a mutual earlier and said I think maybe at the end of the episode Buck decides to go out and explore his new found freedom in his newly expanded pond. A win for Oliver Stark's let Buck f**k movement, which would happen off screen over the break, because I think the show learned its lesson there. And maybe Eddie has a video chat with Chris and we get him having some kind of self confessional regarding his feelings or who he is which would be kind of a metaphorical cliffhanger because Eddie would be ready to at least acknowledge while Buck is still ignoring the universe. That works for where we are story wise but is, again, dependent on how much screentime they use up on Brad.

😆 No Nonny, don't worry! I'm not offended at all! Ali and I already discussed the episode.

I didn't lie when I said I liked the episode. It wasn't their best by a long shot, but it was okay for a filler episode. It made me laugh out loud many times. I said before that I didn't like the Gerrard redemption arc, but it is what it is at this point. They're doing it, whether we like it or not.

I saw some continuity of the main characters like Buck and Eddie happening, for eddie mostly in the background.

But Ali does have a point about the pacing. It was a good filler episode, but it didn't belong in the 7th spot of the season. Next to that, we have seen more than enough of HotShots by now. We aren't interested in the show within the show. We are interested in the actual real show called 911. I'm not sure what Brad is still doing there to be honest. I hope he will have some purpose in the story in episode 8. I don't want him to take away too much time that could be spent on the main characters, such as Eddie.

I like the spec Ali added in the end. It makes sense that the callbacks are there to remind the audience about Buddie's greatest NDE hits. I still believe that something Buddie-related is going down in 8x08, but it might be focused more on Eddie, since I do expect his storyline to take some precedence. 🤞🤞🤞

But that's all I've got. I don't want to speculate too much at this point, because everything's still up in the air. But I imagine that a midseason finale will have some shock-factor to it. Without that? It will be a boring hiatus for sure. 🤷‍♀️

So I'm remaining positive and optimistic here. Something has to go down in that last episode. A synopsis never gives away too much. Remember when Eddie got shot? Buck nor Eddie were even mentioned in the synopsis back then. So anything can still happen.

Let's just wait and give the show the chance to (hopefully) blow us away with a welcoming and surprising twist. 🤞🤞🤞

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Oh those TITS and ASS!! John would love that!!

SOMEONE STOP HIM HE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED I fear there have been many casualties just because of how damn beautiful that man is, John being one of them

imagine you're John Egan: scrappy little twenty something year old who's just learning how to fly planes, you enlisted before the war started but now that there's whispers of a fight you're chomping at the bit to get some time in the air, to shoot down some Germans, and when you're on your highest high because you're finally doing something useful to your country the prettiest man you've EVER seen walks into your room and quietly introduces himself as Gale Cleven, and all you can say is that he looks like your friend Buck from back home because if you don't lay your claim on him now someone else will, and you cant lose a certified angel like this

oh my God John having to watch Gale very quietly and methodically unpack his trunk, a couple books of poetry and a picture of a girl (John's screaming, he should have known someone this dashing would have a girl on his arm) all lined up perfectly on his desk and of course John is just a menace and comes up behind him and picks up everything he puts down, comments on it or makes a joke about it until Gale grabs it from his hand and puts it back in its meticulously thought out spot and oh, John is just that much more in love with him

man it would drive John crazy not to touch, to be respectful because Gale has a girl, but when Gale runs and works out with him and dresses up all nice he can't help but wonder if a uniform has ever fit anyone quite like it has Gale, and he can't help but basically ogle whenever Gale walks past, can't help but admit that he's secretly eyed up Gales perfect body when they're in the showers together, claiming he's just trying to size Gale up and see if he can take him in a fight (or to bed, either works)

the first time John kisses Gale? might as well have been VE day because fireworks were going off and the angels were singing and God himself opened up the clouds and gave a big ol' thumbs up to John for not being a bitch anymore and just doing it, kissing his best friend and loving every second of those beautiful, pink lips on his

and when John gets more adventurous he'll wrap a hand around to Gale's ass, squeeze and grip it while Gale huffs into his lips, lifts him up and pushes him against the door of their shitty flight school dorm, swallowing all of Gales desperate sounds because he is LOUD, much louder than John thought he would be

pushing him down on their squeaky beds and massaging Gale's chest, tweaking his nipples between his fingers and raking his teeth across the muscle, making sure Gale knows how fucking much John loves him and how beautiful he thinks he is

I'm surprised more men didn't fall to flight school Gales feet because I would have been a fucking goner

#clegan #mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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chronicsyd · 1 day ago

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Caitlyn and Ambessa's Game of Cat and Mouse pt 1- "Appointing A General".

So people keep saying Vi saying "cupcake" woke Caitlyn up like a sleeper agent magic word and that's NOT the case at all, Caitlyn KNEW that Ambessa had ulterior motives and so I went back and watched her scenes from eps 3-6 to prove it. Caitlyn's Already realized Ambessa's play here, or at very least that she's up to something. That means that "evil overlord Caitlyn" was NEVER going to happen to Begin with, everything that Caitlyn's doing is playing a game of con with Ambessa (granted, the actions Caitlyn takes to do this aren't Good, and I'm not justifying them, but it's more of a... necessity for her is the best way to put it. and playing a game of cat and mouse isn't unrealistic for her because she's a politicians daughter). And I'm gonna split this up into a few parts to explain eps 3-6 and explain how this plays into the argument she has with Vi in Act 3. so let's begin:

like I mentioned before in the other post breaking this down, the first emotion to appear is shock, Caitlyn wasn't expecting her name to be called Whatsoever, probably thought that it was going to be Salo or something. But what her eyes pick up on are the families of high houses in the room that start nodding their head in approval.

This causes Caitlyn to start to think, "Why me? Why bring my name up at all?" before thinking back at the families nodding their heads in approval, it's her Status that would get Them to agree. The gears start turning.

She then takes notice of Maddie pounding her chest, which is what leads the other enforcers to start pounding their chests as well, they're her Fellow Enforcers and like the fact that she's called as well. She's connecting the dots.

THIS is a look of realization, it only lasts a split second, but it's THERE, she's connected the dots. She's from a powerful house and is commander of the Enforcers, of Course Ambessa was going to call on Her name and have Her be the face of Piltover. and it's at this point where she has to make a choice: turn Ambessa down and seem "weak" in front of everyone? or accept Ambessa and see what's really going on?

This face had confused me for the past week because it didn't seem like it had to do with her anger towards Jinx or the attackers of the memorial. But now, this is a face directed AT Ambessa, she has not trusted her from the Start, but in order to confirm her suspicions, she has to accept this role being offered to her. It's unclear if Ambessa recognizes that Caitlyn hasn't trusted her from the start either, or if Ambessa takes notice of it as the two start to spend more time with each other (because when she says "you don't trust me" in ep 4, several months have passed at that point)? When Ambessa says "Come, child", Caitlyn realizes the choice she Has to make here, and it's a BAD one.

This is a face that Screams "I don't Trust you" and she holds eye contact with Ambessa as she passes by, probably trying to decern something, Anything from the look in her eyes but she can't linger too long to make Her seem suspicious to Ambessa before their game has even begun.

you can tell that Caitlyn feels Genuinely terrible for the negative consequences for the choice that she just made. because there are people in Zaun who are now going to be worse off Because of this. Because deep down she KNOWS there are innocents in Zaun, not monsters like Jinx or those who attacked the memorial, because that's really who the "animals" comment was targeted at, people who were behaving violently.

BUT she needs to keep up appearances, so she keeps a firm face when she turns around and pulls her fist to her chest, seeming Completely loyal to Ambessa at this point and time.

Like I said, I'm gonna break this up into parts covering events of Act 2 and how they both try and manipulate the other. so check back in soon, i guess...

#arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane spoilers #caitlyn kiramman #ambessa medarda #cat and mouse #arcane analysis #arcane character analysis #ive rewatched this scene like 20 times in the past week I'm right on this #caitlyn was never a dictator #keep my wifes name out your fucking mouth #caitlyn support

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Love In The Darkest of Places // Modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 3: A Regrettable Double Date

Summary: When you lose your necklace, Aemond is willing to go the extra mile with you to get it back.

Warnings: jealousy

Masterlist

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Soon after Aemond was gifted the sapphire, he went to his mother to ask for it to be put in his empty eye socket. Alicent was touched to find out you had given him the sapphire out of the goodness of your heart. Once again, she had seen the love between you two. If only you and Aemond knew it, too.

Even after getting the sapphire placed, Aemond still wore his eye patch. He said he didn’t want to scare anyone. You told him time and time again that he wasn’t scary; that he was beautiful. Aemond wouldn’t hear any of it though. He covered up.

You, however, didn’t shy away from your necklace. You wore it with pride every day and you knew Aemond loved it when you wore it. Every morning when you met up, he would glance at your neck, checking to see if the necklace was there. It always was. Whenever you’d return home after school, right before bed, you’d place the necklace in the soft box it came in. There, it was safe.

For the next six years you wore it day after day. Never once did you forget it. Despite how careful you were with it, one night it managed to sneak its way away from you.

“It’s gone!” You all but screamed in your room. You weren’t at Aemond’s home, you were in your family blood’s home in your own room, a place that should be a sanctuary within a prison.

Very soon you found yourself sprinting to Aemond’s house. Aemond or Helaena, either of them, you needed right now. The wind whipped against your face. The burn in your chest was a welcome feeling compared to the despair that was there previously. When you arrived at their house you wasted no time banging on the door.

“Aemond!” You shouted. “Aemond, I need you!”

The door opened to reveal Alicent. “Calm down, sweetie. Aemond is here.” She moved to let you in.

Dashing into the house, you went straight to his room. Quick on your feet, you dodged anyone and anything you passed until you hit a wall that fell with you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” The person said.

You looked at them and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Aemond.

“I lost it, Aems. I lost my necklace!” You were so close to crying.

He pulled you close and worked to sit both of you up to lean against the wall. As you cried he made sure to comfort you with words.

“It'll be okay,” he whispered to you. “We'll find it, I promise.”

“I don't know what I'll do if I can't find it. I love it so much. And it's a promise to you, you know?”

“I don't need you to wear a necklace to remember what you've promised me. I doubt you'd ever break it.”

A shadow appeared over you. It was Helaena, quick to get on her knees to join you.

“What's going on?” Helaena asked you.

“My necklace, Hel,” you told her. “You know the one.” Your tears had stopped and your breathing had calmed down.

“Yes, I know it. We'll find it, I'm sure.”

“Oh, my gods, that’s my necklace!” you all but shouted.

Some guy was holding the necklace high up in the air. The sapphire glittered in the sunlight. It was beautiful. And it was yours.

You ran to them. You didn’t recognize him, but were about to tell him a lot of things about taking other people’s belongings. Aemond followed you, always in tow.

“I don’t think he stole it, I’m sure it was an accident,” he tried to speak sense into you while keeping up with your speed.

“I don’t care, it’s mine,” you growled.

When you saw Aemond’s eyes go wide, you softened your face and stopped. “Look, I just want my necklace back. It means a lot to me. It connects me to you. Forever, remember?”

Aemond took your hand and looked you in the eye. “Forever.” He smiled. “Let’s get your necklace back, but let’s calm down a bit. I’m sure he’s not going to keep it hostage.”

You took a breath. “Fine.”

Together, you walked towards the guy with the necklace. He seemed to be a senior, with the way he was lounging about on the school building. You marched right up behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. He was tall enough that you had to go up on your toes.

“Excuse me, but I believe that is my necklace you’re holding and I’d like it back, please,” you calmly told him.

Slowly, he turned around. He was tall and had warm brown eyes. He tilted his head as a playful smile graced his face. “And what do we have here? A freshman?” He taunted.

“For your information, I’m a sophomore. And once again, that is my necklace and I would like it back, please.” You popped the p.

He laughed and pushed himself off the wall. “I’m Cregan." He looked you up and down. "I’ll think about giving you your necklace back.”

“Why not just actually give it to her?” Aemond butt in.

Cregan turned halfway to glance at Aemond. “Oh, the one-eye kid.” He looked between you and Aemond. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re dating.” The beginning of a laugh appeared on his face, along with his friends.

Both you and Aemond got flustered.

“We’re not -”

“I wouldn’t - “

“That would be so - “

Cregan held up a hand. “I’ll stop you two right there. If you’re not dating,” he took a few steps toward you and dangled the necklace in front of your face. “How about you go on a date with me?”

You stepped back. “With you?”

Cregan shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, we can have a double date. One-Eye here can go out with Floris.” He nodded toward a blushy, giggly brunette who was already making eyes at Aemond.

You looked hesitantly at Aemond. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

“Um, if you don’t, then I’m keeping the necklace. Might sell it, even,” Cregan interrupted.

There were many feelings swirling around you. Anger at this senior who wouldn’t give you back your necklace. Disgust at the possibility of going on a date with him. And…jealousy? Jealousy at the prospect of Aemond going on a date with someone else.

You sputtered. “Where… where did you even get my necklace?”

Cregan swung it around his fingers a few times. “Oh, just from a friend. I think he’s your brother but I don’t see you with him much. His name is Jace.”

Fire burned within you. Your brother. Of course he’d go in your room and find something important only to toss it away.

“That. Is not his to give away,” you growled.

Aemond put a hand on your shoulder. “Whoa, settle down a bit,” he whispered.

You shrugged Aemond’s hand off of you and took a step closer. “Give. Me. My. Necklace.”

Cregan took three strides to get to you and lowered himself so his face was level with yours. “Go on a date with me.”

You looked at Cregan then the necklace then at Aemond. You didn’t want to go on a date with Cregan, far from it. You just wanted your necklace and to get out with Aemond. You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves. “Fine. I’ll go on a date with you.”

Cregan smirked. “Perfect.” He tossed the necklace your way.

“But,” you stopped him. “I’m not going anywhere without Aemond.”

“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll be with us. But he won’t be with you. He’ll be with lovely Floris.”

Bile threatened to climb up your throat. You didn’t want Aemond dating anyone, much less someone as giggly and superficial as Floris Baratheon. You’ve heard all the stories about her, just like how you’ve heard all the stories about Cregan. They don’t care for their partners, they just want to use them and leave. From what you’ve gathered about Floris, you assumed she wanted nothing more than to get close to the family money Aemond has. Granted, he rarely uses it, but it’s still there and attracts a lot of attention.

You looked at Aemond. “If he has to go on a date as well, then no. I’m taking my necklace and leaving.”

Cregan grabbed your wrist before you could turn away. “You’re not going anywhere unless you and your boyfriend here choose to go on a date.”

“It’s okay,” Aemond said. He didn’t look happy at all. “I’ll go with Floris if it means she gets her necklace back. That’s all that matters here.”

Floris squealed and ran towards Aemond. It took all your energy not to intercept her and punch her face. No one gets to be that close to Aemond.

“And we’re not dating,” you spat at Cregan.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he let go of your wrist. “See you this weekend.” He turned on his heel and left.

Floris, on the other hand, was too busy fawning over Aemond to notice Cregan leaving. It wasn’t until he called her that she left, without giving a kiss on Aemond’s cheek, of course. That little kiss made your blood boil. As soon as Floris left, you took Aemond’s hand.

“I hate her,” you mumbled. “And him. I hate both of them.” You looked at Aemond. “And I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I was just hoping Cregan would let you third wheel. I don’t trust him.”

Aemond squeezed your hand. “It’s okay. I’d rather be with you in some way rather than not at all. And I’ll deal with Floris. She’s annoying and easy to ignore. I’ve been pretty good at ignoring Aegon, so I’m sure Floris won’t be too hard either.”

“Not if she’s all up in your space like earlier. She was basically dry humping you.”

“And I hated every moment of it. I’ll be pushing her off of me the whole time. And don’t worry about the kiss on the cheek. It was disgusting.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I saw the anger in your eyes.”

You looked down. “Oh.”

Aemond laughed. “Don’t worry, I was seething the whole time Cregan was in your space, too.” Aemond pulled you in close and kissed the top of your head. “We’ll get through this.”

Your head was spinning from the kiss. “Okay.”

“Helaena, this is so stupid and messed up. Who trades something important to someone for a date?” You slowly got dressed, trying to keep the date from getting nearer. It was the day of and Cregan had told you and Aemond that it was going to be all afternoon. Great.

“You didn’t have to agree with it. Once he gave you the necklace you could’ve run,” Helaena reminded you.

“I tried but he caught my wrist.”

“Ew,” Helaena scrunched her face. “I know it was just your wrist but him touching you makes me feel gross.”

You sighed. “At least I got my necklace. I’m never taking it off now.” You clasped it around your neck and gently touched the gem in the middle. “I’m never leaving this anywhere. It will always be with me from now on.”

“You’re so dramatic,” said Helaena. “I know you love Aemond but damn, this is a lot.”

You flushed. “So what, if I do? Not like anything is gonna happen.”

Helaena leaned back in her chair. “Whatever you say.”

“Anything you know that I don’t that you’re willing to share?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

You were about to say something back to her when your alarm went off. “Great, time for the worst double date in the world.”

“Stick with Aemond and you’ll be fine, I promise.”

“It’ll be hard to stick with him if Floris is there trying to push me away.”

Helaena got up and wrapped you in a hug. “You just have to get through one afternoon. You can do this.”

After leaving Helaena’s room, you made your way to Aemond’s room. As you went up to his door, your heart began to flutter. Steeling your nerves, you knocked on it. “Aemond, you ready?”

The door opened, revealing Aemond in a nice black coat and black jeans. “Let’s get this over with.” He groaned. “I don’t want to deal with Floris and Cregan.”

“You and me, both.” You offered your hand to Aemond and he took it.

Together, you walked to his car and made your way to the most regrettable double date ever.

When you and Aemond got out of the car, Cregan and Floris were already at the diner to meet you. Floris squealed when she saw Aemond and wrapped her arms around him before taking him by the arm to the booth. Cregan looked at you with a smirk and offered his own arm.

“You look…decent,” he said as he looked you up and down.

“And you look like a dick,” you shot back as you reluctantly took his arm.

“At least look like you’re happy to be here.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have blackmailed me, then.”

“I see you’re wearing that necklace you love so much. Maybe I’ll buy you one and you can wear that instead.”

You laughed. “Not even in your dreams. I’m never taking it off.”

Cregan bent down to whisper in your ear. “I’d love to see you wear nothing else except that necklace.”

You shoved him away from you. “You’re disgusting,” you hissed and went to the booth that Aemond and Floris were sitting at.

Aemond looked extremely uncomfortable as Floris was basically in his lap.

“Do you mind?” you asked her.

“What?” Her eyes full of faux innocence. “I’m getting to know my date, and I’m sure he loves the closeness.” She wiggled in his lap and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Aemond looked like he was about to throw up.

“Get off of him,” you growled.

“Or what?” Floris challenged.

Cregan stepped in. “Now, now, girls. This is a double date. Let's be kind.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” you mumbled.

Aemond looked at you with softness in his eye. “It's okay.”

You plopped yourself down on the other bench of the booth and sent glared daggers at Floris. She simply giggled again and batted her eyelashes. Taking Aemond’s hand, she tugged him out of his seat and over to some 90’s style arcade games in the corner. You gave Aemond a careful nod to tell him that it was okay to leave you. So he did. Unhappily.

Cregan slid in next to you and bumped you with his shoulder. “Don’t be such a downer. This is supposed to be fun.”

“Ah, yes. How could I forget to have fun on a double date I was blackmailed into?” you asked as you switched your attention to him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Look, I’m sorry I blackmailed you but I knew Jace wouldn’t give you the necklace back.”

“Excuse me?”

“Jace stole your necklace from your room. Jace talks about you nonstop, well complains, really, and I recognized you from that one family photo in your house.”

“Oh, so you snooped around Jace’s home and memorized the face of his little sister? That’s not creepy at all.”

“Let me explain myself, please?” Cregan looked at you as though he was begging.

You huffed and crossed your arms. “Fine.”

“I’ve seen you around campus. I recognized you and noticed you never take off your necklace. So when I saw it in Jace’s possession I asked to have it. He knew you’d go berserk with someone else having it and gladly gave it to me. When you confronted me that day I pretended not to know you. I mean, what was I going to say, ‘Hey, I’m your brother’s friend?’ No.” Cregan took a breath. “And now we’re here. I didn’t anticipate Aemond being around but he seemed to make you comfortable.”

You didn’t notice you were holding your breath until you let it out. “And now?” you asked.

He smiled. “And now we’re here.” He put his arm around you. “This okay?”

A small smile played on your lips. “Yeah, sure.” You didn’t scoot closer to him, but liked the feeling of his arm around you.

Feeling a set of eyes on you, you turned slightly to see Aemond staring at you. Giving him a small smile, you tried to say that you were okay. Aemond’s face fell, something you didn’t understand, but you turned around back to Cregan.For the next hour, you spent the time talking to Cregan about anything and everything. The disdain you had for him previously. In that single hour, you ended up telling him everything. Even about your feelings for Aemond. It just felt right to trust him.

Eventually, Aemond and Floris came back to the table but something was different. Aemond was smiling. It hurt your heart to see him smile at someone else like that. He looked at Floris as though she was the only one in the room.

“So, what did you guys check out for an hour?” you asked, unable to keep the jealousy out of your voice.

Aemond shot back quickly, “Nothing you’d find interesting. You were busy here, anyway.”

You were taken aback by Aemond’s sudden change in demeanor. Leaning over the table, you asked, him, “Aems, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He snapped back. “Just enjoying my time with Floris here.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close before planting a kiss on her cheek. “She’s my girl now.”

Your stomach dropped and your eyes widened. Falling against the booth, you took a deep breath. “I’m happy for you two.”

“What about you and Cregan?” he asked.

“Oh, we’re… we’re fine.”

“You guys looked real cozy, didn’t they, Floris?”

“You two looked sooo cute!” she said.

Coughing, you wiped your hands on your lap and scooted yourself further away from Cregan and more into the corner. “Yeah, thanks.”

Cregan tilted his head in confusion. “Do you need to get out?” He already knew how to read you.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

Cregan moved out of the booth to let you out. “Want me to take you home?”

“Oh! That would be perfect!” Floris interrupted. “Me and Aemond can have some alone time.”

That sentence had you wanting to throw up. “Please do,” you whispered.

Cregan flung an arm over your shoulders again as you turned around to say goodbye to Aemond.

“Ignore it,” Cregan said. He pressed his head against yours, an intimate gesture.

You nodded against him and pulled away to turn and say goodbye to Aemond, but when you did, you saw stare at you with hurt in his eye. He then pressed his lips against Floris’. A small whimper left you as Cregan quickly guided you to the exit. As soon as the two of you were in his car, you let the tears spill. Cregan drove you back to your home, your family home, in silence. When you arrived, he opened the door for you and walked you up. After murmuring your goodbye to him, you let yourself in and went straight to your room to curl up before the sunset and drift off to sleep.

“Get up!” A voice came from the other side of your door.

You groaned as you rolled over in your bed. The memories of yesterday came rushing into your head.

You.

Cregan.

Floris.

Cregan being nice.

Aemond kissing Floris.

Your eyes watered at that last picture in your mind. He found someone other than you and it broke your heart. You took a deep breath. As much as you hated it, you forced yourself to be happy for him. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you reluctantly got dressed and ready for the day. You opened the door to leave only to find Jace leaning against the wall and staring at you.

“Heard you went on a date with Cregan,” he simply stated.

You shuffled your feet. “So?”

Jace shrugged his shoulders. “I just find it weird my best friend would go on a date with a freak like you.”

“Oh, so I'm a freak, now?”

“Honestly, you're nothing.”

“Well, nothing happened if that's what you want to hear.”

“I'm thrilled to hear it,” he said in a monotone voice. “Stay away from my friends, sister.” He stepped closer to you.

“Or what?” You refused to back down.

“Or you'll lose your necklace again,” he said as he spotted it around your neck.

Protectively covering it, you turned around and shut the door in his brother's face. You walked to your vanity and slammed your hands on it. Your heart started racing. It was getting harder to breathe.

Soon you couldn't.

Letting out a cry, you tore the necklace off and threw it on your bed. Hot tears ran down your face again and there was no stopping them. You watched yourself cry and wondered how everything has gone so wrong in just one day.

There was a hole in your heart and it seemed to grow only bigger when you tore off the necklace. You wanted more than anything to keep it on but it burned you. It was a cruel reminder that Aemond was no longer yours.

Your hands shook as you reached for your phone. Staring at it, you found yourself torn between calling Helaena or Cregan. For once, you didn't go straight to Helaena and you didn't know how that made you feel. Would you be distancing yourself from your close friends as well as your best friend? You could almost feel the new crack in your heart form.

You couldn't lose them, not them.

They were your family.

You let out a sob as you switched out your phone with the necklace. Holding it tight to your chest, you let yourself grieve. Silently, you admonished yourself for thinking so foolishly, that you and Aemond would be together.

Once you were able to get your breathing under control, you gently placed the necklace in its box. You wouldn't put it on, not now. You weren't sure how long you'd go without wearing it but now certainly wasn't the time. He has someone else.

Monday came around and you weren't ready to face the day. Not him. You received calls and texts from both Helaena and Cregan, asking how you were. You ignored both of them. Earlier, on Sunday, you began receiving attempts of communication from Aemond. You ignored those, too. You couldn't bring yourself to talk about that day. That date.

Breathe.

You didn't know what to expect that day but it certainly wasn't Aemond running to you on your way to school.

“Hey, wait!” He called as you kept going. “We need to talk!”

“No,” you called back to him. You still kept walking. “You have someone else and that's okay.”

A hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you around. You were facing Aemond now. “I'm sorry I snubbed you, I shouldn't have done that.”

“It's okay, Aemond. You were with… Floris. You wanted to spend time with her. It makes sense if you want to date her.”

“I don't want to -”

“Don't lie to me, I saw you kiss her.”

“I only kissed her because you were with Cregan!”

You paused. “What?”

“I saw how you were with Cregan and I hated it.” He blurted out. “I hated seeing him taunt you but I hated seeing you talk to him more. How comfortable you looked, how his arm was around you, how - you're not wearing your necklace.”

Aemond stared at your bare collar bone. his hand reached out to touch the place it would be but you jerked away.

“Why aren't you wearing it?”

“I didn't want to wear it when you had someone else.”

“I don't have someone else, I promise.”

“I saw you kiss her, Aemond. You kissed her cheeks and then on the lips! You. Have. Someone. Else.”

“I refuse for you to believe that, please,” he begged. “You have to believe me.”

Not wanting to be lured into a sense of safety, you backed away from him and went back to walking. You listened for his footsteps behind you but heard none.

Breathe.

When you arrived at school, Aemond caught you again.

“What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not with Floris?” He asked.

“Aemond, move. I'm going to be late for class.”

“No, we're gonna talk about this.”

Elbowing him, you tried to move around but he grabbed your wrist, just like earlier, and pulled you into a corner.

“I don't want to talk about it, Aemond.”

“Why?”

“I don't want to listen to lies.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“No, but -”

“But nothing. We're together. Always. I'm not leaving you and you're not leaving me.”

You looked down and shook your head. “No, no, don't do this.”

“I'm not lying.”

When you looked in his eye you saw nothing but genuine concern and care yet still you said to him, “Prove it.”

Aemond pressed his lips to yours. His hand came up to cradle your face but you pushed him away.

“No, Aemond. We can’t do this,” you told him.

Aemond looked devastated. “Why not?”

“I don’t want our friendship to be ruined.” You began to wring your hands.

“Who said it had to be only a friendship?”

“I-”

“Let’s try this. You and me, please?”

"I don't know if I can."

Aemond looked at you with concern. "What do you mean?"

"I mean...I'm afraid to lose you if we would break up."

"...So you just want to be friends?"

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Yeah. I guess I am saying that."

"Shhh. Don't cry," he said as he wiped the tears from your face. "If that's what you want then that's what we'll do. As long as you know I'll always be here for you, then that's good enough for me."

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Protector | Water Borne

Protector is so good and if it's not too much trouble could I ask for another chapter with Virgil's first kiss to one or more of The Five? Pretty please? (It's okay if you don't want to - no pressure!) – twoalpacas

Could you write some Roman angst that takes place in a merperson au? Whether Roman is a merperson or a human who meets merpeople would be up to you. – monkeythefander

Read on Ao3 Protector Masterlist

Warnings: ptsd, implied/reference drowning/brainwashing

Pairings: dlampr

Word Count: 5043

Virgil doesn't even give himself the time to sigh when his well explodes and Remus scrambles out of it, dripping wet and covered in something he's not going to try to name. Instead, he makes himself move his hand away from his dagger and stand up.

"What's happened?"

"Come with me," Remus barks, grabbing his wrist—

"You're coming with us," the guard snarls, ale heavy on his breath outweighing the stench of blood, "you'll be dealt with the way all traitors are—"

Virgil's hand creeps back toward the dagger and he sets his jaw. "Remus. Let go of me."

"What the fuck are you doing? We have to go, now!"

"Remus."

Everything in him screams to get out of this situation, diffuse, excuse, find some way to leave the angry magic user without making things any worse, but this is Remus. Remus, who after realizing that maybe grabbing his wrist wasn't the best idea in the world—which, you think?—stops and glares at Virgil.

"We have to go," he says again through gritted teeth, "come on."

It's like parenting a child, Virgil realizes with no small amount of hysteria, forcing himself to take a deep breath and let his arm go slack in Remus's grip. "Remus. Explain to me what's going on."

Remus's jaw works and he squeezes Virgil's wrist tighter. "Roman needs help. You need to help him."

"What's happened to Roman?"

"Didn't you hear me? He needs help!"

"I understand that Roman needs help, but if you tell me what sort of help he needs, then I can be better prepared to offer that sort of help."

Careful, his instincts warn, don't agree to anything yet. But he hasn't. He's just offered up the logical explanation that being more informed begets more productive assistance. Only then does he realize that Remus's breathing is still way too heavy and his eyes are so wide he can see the whites all the way around.

"Remus," he says, quieter now, "you made it to me. I'm here, I'm listening. It would be helpful if you explained to me what's going on with Roman."

Remus stares at him for a long moment before the mania finally begins to fade from his gaze. He takes another shuddering breath and his grip on Virgil's wrist loosens. "Someone fucked up a transformation spell. Ro got hit by it. He needs—he needs help."

A bolt of something cold races down Virgil's spine. He's survived this long by being wary enough not to get in between the fights of magic users. He's not about to let himself just get willingly dragged into one, but he's not sure how he can safely refuse Remus when he's just about feral and still holding onto Virgil.

"I'm not sure I'm the best source of help for a magical issue," he says as carefully as he can, "I don't know enough about spells or how to fix them—"

"That's not what I want you for!" Remus stamps his foot—it really is like parenting—"I want you to help Roman!"

"I don't understand."

Remus bears his teeth and for a moment, Virgil worries that the dagger at his side might be the last thing he ever holds in his own two hands, but then the man just deflates. He's almost rushing to get his arms under Remus's shoulders, quickly redirecting his collapse onto the nearby stool instead of the freshly-planted flowers. He squats down, letting Remus keep a hold of him, angling himself so he can see his face.

"Hey," he say softly, "hey, buddy, talk to me. What's going on? What does Roman need help with?"

Remus's lip wobbles. "He's so scared, Virgil. He's scared!"

"What's scaring him?"

"We need to fix it. We don't—we can't—we have to go and he can't do anything and he—you have to help him."

Virgil's chest clenches. He's not any more inclined to get in the middle of a fight between magic users than he was a few minutes ago, but he is more upset that Remus is so visibly torn up over it. He forces himself to stay aware for just a little longer.

"Is Roman physically hurt? Does he need me to patch him up the way I helped Janus?"

Remus shakes his head.

"Is there a mental element to the spell that's affecting his perception or emotions?"

"Sort of."

"Okay. Are you expecting me to be a part of magically resolving the process, or is my role something non-magical?"

Remus's brow wrinkles. "Why would I come to you if I needed someone else to cast magic for me?"

"Well, that's why I'm confused, buddy."

He shakes his head, another shower of droplets hitting Virgil's shoulders. "Roman needs help. He doesn't need more magic."

"Let me see if I understand, then: Roman got hit by a spell that went wrong. He's scared. You want me to help—like, keep him calm or be less scared while you figure out how to magically fix things?"

"Yes," Remus says, a touch of impatience back in his tone, "I thought that was obvious."

"Just wanted to make it explicit," Virgil mutters, scowling when Remus's brows pump up and down suggestively, "good to see you're fine enough to do that."

"Oh, I'll show you what I'm fine enough for." He giggles when Virgil rolls his eyes, sobering a moment later. "I don't—I don't know what to offer as payment. I'm not—Lolo normally does that."

"We could do what we did last time," Virgil's offering before he realizes what he's saying, "you could offer me something in collateral before the actual payment itself is agreed upon."

"I don't have a yathrylx."

"What else do you have to offer?"

Remus's mouth twitches and works back and forth a few times before he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small stone. He holds it out insistently and Virgil hesitantly extends his hand. It drops into his waiting palm.

"I would like to know what this is."

"It's a star-diamond calyx." Virgil just raises his eyebrow. "It's a really powerful magical ingredient, okay? It's used in resurrection spells."

"…Remus, you're carrying an ingredient for a resurrection spell."

"We didn't know if Ro was gonna make it," Remus says, his voice choking up again, "we—we needed to be prepared."

"But Roman is stable now."

"Yeah. He's—he's okay for now. He's just really scared, Virgil, we can't—we can't leave him alone but the rest of us have to go and—" he sniffles— "and I can't just leave him."

Something foreign settles in his gut, then, at the realization that Remus—and by extension, the others—trust him enough to be there, to help, to protect them. They're fucking magic users, they're ten times deadlier than he is at his best at their worst, and still they trust him to do this.

"I will take the star-diamond calyx as collateral for keeping Roman calm," he makes himself say, "until adequate payment is decided."

"Can we go now?"

"I will gather my things."

***

His second trip through a portal is no more impressive than his first, but the arrival destination is…enough to make him pause.

He's no stranger to wild and fantastical places. His way of life practically necessitates that he ventures to half a dozen far-flung and perilous places every single year. And yet, sometimes even he has to take a second just to breathe in the scenery.

Remus's portal brings them to the very edge of a tall sloping cave, crystalline walls leading up, up, up to a bright light source in the middle of the ceiling. The more he looks at it, the more it shifts, facets of complex gemstones sending small motes of light scattering down the walls to reflect off the clear surface of the pool at the edges of the cliffs. Small flowering bushes and trees grow along the edges of the water. Tiny birds and other creatures flit about in the spaces between the blooms, gathering or pollinating or something—most of them look like the harmless varieties that are common close to the edges of the Draymack River, but he'll double check. A soft purple mist rolls through the upper air, the light exposing glittering particles as it passes through.

"Oh, you found him," he hears, and he turns to see the others hurrying toward them from the shoreline. Patton rushes up first, almost barreling into him before skidding to a stop. "Did Remus explain everything?"

He summarizes, watching their faces to see if Remus left out anything especially pertinent, but all he sees is grim resignation and worry. "I would like to know if there's anything else important I'm missing before you leave, as well as the dangers posed to me in this location."

"There isn't anything here that's going to hurt you." Janus gestures to the wildlife. "The pixies and mephits are harmless and as long as you don't destroy any of the flowers, they'll ignore you completely."

"And the air?"

"Spell mist."

Ah. That would explain why they brought Roman here; the inherent abjurative nature of the cavern would dampen any lingering magic and restrict the spell to its current form without risk of evolution.

Shit, Bonnie really has been rubbing off on me. Though he makes a mental note to send her and the Aspen Witch some form of token.

"Roman's in the water," Logan says, interrupting his train of thought, "the spell didn't manage to transform him completely, but in its halfway state he's still more comfortable breathing water than air. And the good news is he didn't get any more of the bespelling gifts so you'll be—"

"The what?"

Logan pauses, looking at him in confusion, before he turns to glare at Remus. Remus shrugs, looking as unrepentant as ever—Virgil doesn't know how he feels about that fact that it just makes him feel fond—before Logan sighs.

"The transformation spell's made Roman turn into part mer."

Ah.

Well.

This does complicate things and is definitely something Remus should have told him. Would he have refused outright? Probably not—and that's something he's going to worry about later, thank you very much—but he would've brought way more precautions if he'd known the scared and upset magic user he's supposed to be keeping calm is part mer.

"You said he didn't get any more bespelling gifts?"

"No. He's still—he's still got his magic, so he's capable of it, but he'll need to—it's not an innate instinct the way it is for most full mers." Patton glances over his shoulder as soft splashing sounds come from the water. "And it's still Roman, so he's gonna recognize you."

Yeah, I'm not sure if that's gonna work in my favor or not. "How long do you anticipate being gone for?"

"A few hours. Not more. But we need all of us to get the right ingredients and we can't leave Roman alone for that long. There's a risk his emotions could trigger his own magic and it would mix with the spell and—"

He holds up a hand. He doesn't need to know about the details. "I understand."

"We can negotiate payment when Roman is back to normal," Logan says with an earnestness that he can't just write off, "we give you our word."

What is the world coming to, where Virgil's willing to take the word of a magic user when he's about to do something as dangerous as this? But it's the world he's in, and he nods and confirms the details before Remus gives his shoulder a tight squeeze.

"I know I don't need to say this," he says, voice oddly calm, "but don't hurt Roman."

"I will do my best not to cause Roman physical harm."

"No." Remus fixes him with a look. "You won't hurt Roman."

His throat runs dry, but the others are looking at him, and he can't do anything else but nod. Remus looks at him for a moment longer before his fingers twitch and he wraps his arms tightly around him in a fierce hug. Virgil tenses and Remus doesn't hold on for long.

"We'll be back," Janus says, loud enough to be heard over the splashing, and then there's a flash of light as another portal opens.

Virgil takes a deep breath and heads down toward the water.

Sure enough, there in the shallows, is a mer. He makes himself stop and confirm that if—if—Roman tries to pull him in, he has ways of getting out of it that won't cause Roman any permanent damage. Then he carefully crouches near the edge of the water and clears his throat.

"Roman?"

The water ripples. Slowly, the mer's head—Roman's head, and isn't that fucking weird, that he can still tell it's Roman—lifts up out of the water just enough for Virgil to see his eyes. They're blown wide, inhumanly black, the sclera reflecting the lights as though they were pools of their own—

He snaps himself back. Bespelling gifts. He's out of practice but not that much.

"Hey, buddy," he says, careful to keep his voice as neutral as possible, "I heard about what happened."

The feathery fins near Roman's ears flatten against the side of his head, water rippling around them. A long streak of red thrashes beneath the surface, his tail, most likely, and there's another low noise of rocks sliding against each other before Roman looks up at him again.

"Yeah. Sounds like it wasn't fun." Shit, what the fuck am I supposed to talk about. "Good news is the others seem to know exactly what to do, so—what?"

Roman glares at him and splashes again. He jabs a finger toward the shore.

"No, they're not here right now, they left to go somewhere." Roman nods. "Which means…?"

Roman rolls his eyes and his tail thrashes again. Virgil wracks his brain for something that might be close to whatever the hell Roman's trying to get him to understand. Okay, so the thing that he said that wasn't right was that they knew exactly what to do, so…

"You don't think they know what they're going to do?"

Roman nods, settling a little bit as the water stops frothing. His fins ripple slightly as the spines along his crest flatten in a way that seems almost petulant.

"Why not?" Roman gestures toward the shore again. "Because they're not here? But wouldn't they have to leave anyway if they knew what they were doing, to get whatever they needed to…"

He trails off as his eyes widen. Then he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And they didn't say where that was or what they were getting, which means they probably don't know specifics enough to do that."

Roman's tail swishes. Virgil has the sudden urge to reach down and splash a bit of water back at him, but quickly decides that no, he's not about to do that, because that's a terrifically stupid idea, even by his standards. He settles for easing further down onto the shore. Something twitches in his chest as he takes in how much Roman is simultaneously trying to push himself closer and hold himself away.

"They left you very quickly," he says, trying his best to make the observation gentle.

Roman makes a low clicking trill, the water nearest his throat vibrating slightly with it. He picks up a rock and clutches it tightly in his claws.

"That's a cool rock." Roman holds it up for him to see. "Yeah, bud, it's cool. Oh—oh, you're giving it to me?"

Roman holds it out insistently. Virgil carefully frees a handkerchief and lays it over the palm of his hand, slowly moving to meet him. His gut reminds him that letting his hand get close to a mer is not the best thing to do, his brain cautions him to flip his hand so Roman would grab the handkerchief first if he does try to pull him in, and his heart knows that this is Roman.

And he's not going to think about that last one too much for right now.

"It's a really cool rock," he says again, cradling it in the handkerchief, "thank you for giving it to me."

Roman's tail happily smacks the water, sending up a shower of glistening droplets. Virgil runs his thumb over the edge of the rock, feeling the rough texture.

"…Roman?" The mer chirps. "Do you know why they left so quickly?"

Roman's shoulders slump and his fins flutter as he nods. He holds a hand over his chest, rubbing in slow circles, gesturing between himself and Virgil. Then he points to the shore and makes a fist, miming an explosion.

"You—they left because they didn't want the magic affecting you to get worse?" Roman nods. "Because…their magic would make it worse?"

He shakes his head. He puts his head under the water and large bubbles appear.

"Uh—"

He rolls his eyes and comes back up, miming taking an exaggerated breath while pointing to Virgil.

"They want me to help keep you calm, yeah. Oh—are you saying they left because them trying to figure things out here would stress you out more?" Roman gives a happy little trill and spins around in the water. Virgil laughs in surprise, shaking his head at Roman's child-like glee. "Never thought you'd be so happy about not being stressed."

Roman stops then and gives him a look that makes him burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, point taken." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I'm happy I'm not making you more stressed."

That seems to do the trick. Roman relaxes back into the water, tail moving lazily back and forth. Virgil settles into a quiet pause, the gentle buzz of activity from the nearby bushes filling the air with soft chirpings and the fluttering of miniature wings. He finds himself tracing Roman's features, seeing where the smooth scales meet the soaked brown hair still mostly covering his head. Parts of him are red and angry, nothing like the smooth meeting of Janus's scales with the unblemished skin. His mouth thins. He hadn't even given a thought to how painful this might be for Roman.

Roman trills in question and he realizes he's reaching out again. He should stop. He should sit back. But this is Roman, and Roman is hurting, and so he swallows and keeps reaching.

Roman leans up out of the water, his hands down in the silt, letting Virgil brush his fingers gently over a patch of rough and reddened skin. Roman's breathing hitches slightly. He does it again, trying to move his hair away from it, and Roman lets out a small keen. He keeps going, warm fingers stroking back and forth over the raw skin, just trying to keep everything soft, slow, gentle and tender.

He should start keeping a tally of how many things he does that he swore he'd never be foolish enough to do, shouldn't he?

Roman, for the most part, seems to be falling into a light doze under his ministrations. His head dips lower and lower, until it's pillowed in the waves lapping gently along the silt. Virgil shifts to carding his fingers through his hair, avoiding the base of the spines as he goes. Every so often, a soft clicking pattern comes from his throat, fins fluttering as he does.

"Hey," Virgil says softly after a good deal of time has passed, "I dunno if it's a good idea for you to fall asleep out here, buddy."

Roman snuffles but begins to push himself up. He's much closer now. He can almost see himself in the dark sclera. Roman looks at him for a moment longer before flipping around and diving into the water.

Virgil blinks. That was…sudden. Did he cross some invisible line? His expertise with mers typically comes in the form of hey let's not fucking mess with that, not…whatever affection he was just showing Roman. His expertise also doesn't typically come with openly showing affection to any magic user, but that ship's sailed a long, long time ago, he's just now realizing, and he's not sure what he's going to—

Oh.

Roman's back.

Roman bursts from the water with a shower of sparkling droplets, his hands cupping something to his chest. There are bright spots of color on his cheeks, his spines standing out sharply from his head. Virgil frowns, going to shift back to a crouch when Roman opens his hands.

His breath catches.

He might actually have stopped breathing. He's not sure.

What he is sure of is that Roman is holding a tessarae cluster.

Virgil prides himself on knowing just enough about magic to know what not to do and what to stay the fuck away from. But when you do what he does for long enough, certainly as long as he has, you pick a few things up. Like what ingredients for spells are the most common, which ones are the most expensive, and which ones have nearly limitless uses if someone has the proper magic. You also learn about things that even magic users covet—those tend to be the ones he stays the fuck away from, since getting in the middle of magic turf wars is not high on his list of things he wants to do.

So, when Roman offers him something that he's seen entire swaths of magic users go full scorched-earth over, he thinks he can be forgiven for taking a second to just go what the actual fuck?

He should leave. He should figure out the politest way to get the fuck out of this situation. He should do a lot of things right now.

He shouldn't reach forward to cup his hands under Roman's, nor should he look up like he can't believe this is happening right now. He shouldn't be thinking of how much it means that Roman is offering this to him, not when it's so priceless to anyone but him, and not the fact that this might explain why exactly the Five are so powerful.

And he definitely shouldn't be distracted enough to be caught off-guard by a crack of the portal reopening.

He whirls around, hand on his dagger, only belatedly realizing that not only is it the rest of the Five coming toward him, he's put his back to a mer in the water. But he does realize them, and so he relaxes, turns back, and tries to smile at Roman, say it's alright, the rest of them are back and they can fix this, but there's a quiet hurt in Roman's expression that robs him of any words.

"Roro! We got it!" Remus's skidding halt throws up a lot of silt the makes Roman wince. "We'll have you back to normal in no time!"

"Thank you for being here," Logan says quietly as the rest of them swarm the beach, Roman quickly holding the tessarae cluster to his chest again, "I know we should discuss payment, but if you'd be willing to wait a little longer while we attempt to—"

"Yeah," he says gruffly, "help Roman first."

Logan blinks. "A-alright. It's, well, it's not quite safe for you to be here while we do this, so could we—"

Virgil makes eye contact with Roman one more time, trying to make him understand that any offense he may have just caused wasn't his intention, he swears, but Roman's eyes are too busy darting around at the others and he swallows the lump in his throat. "Yeah. I'll wait for discussion of payment and said payment in exchange for keeping Roman calm at my home."

"Thank you again, Virgil," Logan says as he walks him back to the portal, "really."

Virgil just nods and steps through.

***

"Virgil?"

Virgil stands, dusting off his knees as Roman approaches the edge of his garden. "Hey. You're looking more as I expected."

Roman laughs, but he glances down, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well, perhaps I've learned my lesson about…certain things."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, no, I know, I just…" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That wasn't how I intended that to go."

Virgil frowns, stashing the trowel in its place on his belt and walking closer. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I figured that you'd be there to, you know, keep an eye on me, stop me from hurting myself, but—" he huffs— "I think I underestimated how much the spell would affect my instincts."

"How so?"

Roman eyes him warily, eyes darting to the door. "Could we do this inside? I don't—having a conversation out here—"

Virgil hesitates. He doesn't truly have an issue with inviting Roman into his home, but there is an outstanding issue of payment that has him erring on the side of caution. "I would like to discuss payment, if possible, before a conversation about instincts."

Roman's shoulders tense a little bit, but he nods. "The two aren't unrelated but…yes, yeah, we can do this first."

He reaches toward a satchel tucked over his shoulder. Virgil makes sure his gloves are securely fastened as he walks closer.

"They talked me out of offering the cluster," Roman mumbles as he pulls out a small pouch, "which I can explain inside, but this is—these are ardenti charms. Protective charms that will create temporary auras around you in unfamiliar places that should grant you some level of understanding about where you are."

"Elemental? Social?"

"Elemental, mostly. You'll gain any knowledge about the geography, terrain, that sort of thing."

"What cost?"

"What? No, Virgil, this is—this is your payment—"

"What cost would it be to me to wear them?"

"Oh. Uh, I'm not sure. For magic users, it's typically not much of anything, it just sort of…blends in with the other magic we might have going, but Logan thinks that it wouldn't be anything more than wearing a basic protection charm." Virgil raises an eyebrow. "Just because it's simultaneously drawing on your magic at the same time, and since you don't have any, then it's just using the small amount in the charm already."

"I see." He holds his hand out and accepts the pouch. "I accept the pouch of ardenti charms in exchange for keeping you calm."

Roman's cheeks flush. "Why do you have to say it like that?"

"Why do I have to explicitly state the terms of my contracts? You know better than that," he scolds lightly, chuckling when Roman glares at him and raising his hands. "I'm teasing,"

Roman pouts, only to frown when Virgil reaches for another pouch. "What are you doing?"

"Returning your collateral."

"Keep it."

"What? Why would I keep it? One, it's collateral, and two, I think you'd have better use for a resurrection spell ingredient than I will."

Roman chews on his lip, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Virgil's chest twists. He's never seen Roman look this unsure about anything—he's not sure he likes it. "Can we go inside now?"

Virgil nods, gesturing over his shoulder. Roman follows him up the steps into the cabin, lingering just over Virgil's shoulder as he takes off his gloves and places them in the basket near the door. He takes down two mugs and prepares a simple tea, settling them on the table as Roman sits uneasily.

"You're upset," he observes softly, "have I done something to offend you?"

"No, Virgil, you've been perfect."

He balks slightly at the words. A ghost of Roman's typical smirk touches the corners of his mouth before it fades again.

"I—so how much do you know about mers?"

"Not much."

"So you don't—you don't know what mating habits are for them."

"No," Virgil says slowly, and Roman nods, still not looking at him, "why?"

"Well, we—um—oh, for crying out loud, Virgil, we practically did them."

Pause. Stop. What?

"Offering to be a protector during a time of need. Expressing concern over one's school or communal family situation. Accepting gifts. Physical touch." Roman scrubs his hand over his face. "And then I decided to go and offer you a tessarae cluster."

Virgil swallows, sitting forward. "Roman, I'm not going to pretend I understand magic like this or mer instincts, but I—I'm not going to hold anything against you, okay? If that's what you're worried about."

Roman finally looks at him, something playing over his features before he slowly stands up. Virgil watches as he walks around the corner of the table, his hand on its edge, before he kneels down and looks up at him.

"Uh—"

"Please," Roman whispers, "don't freak out."

Which is a great thing to say in order to make Virgil freak out quite quickly, but then Roman's leaning up and closing his eyes and—

Soft lips meet his.

Oh.

It's a soft kiss, a terribly soft and chaste thing, and it's over before Virgil can fully realize what's happening, but then Roman is looking at him with a tender affection that makes his head grow fuzzy and the only thing he can think of it—

"You overheard Bonnie and the Aspen Witch," he murmurs, "didn't you?"

"Perhaps. Though I would never attempt to make this a form of payment," Roman murmurs back, "I'd run up a debt to you so great I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

"Is that right?"

"If you'd let me, yes, I would kiss you until you could afford any favor from me, or the rest of us, for this lifetime and any other." Roman swallows, eyes flicking back and forth. "And—oh, they might kill me for this, but I think they would do the same."

"Well, then it's a good thing I've got an ingredient for resurrection spells, isn't it?"

Roman laughs, a small and breathless thing. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Yes, you may."

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