#if i could imagine myself enter the story and see him... i will make sure to give him lots of head pats for being such a good boy

[ngmn2002]

Ahhh… there are times when I just randomly ask myself "why do I love Tsukasa this much again?" ... ... ... ... Then his glorious image comes into my mind and I just end up falling in love with him more than before. It's stronger than me.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sin, sin, sin.

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, catholic church setting, confessional, rafe kind of pretending to be a priest (itll make sense quickly), religious trauma, if youre religious and easily offended probably skip this one

rafe knows little about his mother, but the one thing he does know is that she was a devout catholic. maybe it's stories ward told him, or the fact that his strongest memory of her was her funeral, held in the same catholic church he's currently pushing the grand wooden doors to enter.

it's his last chance as he looks into the candlelit hall. to turn around and go back into the darkness of the night, let the inky blackness swallow him whole.

rafe feels a pang in his chest. good old catholic guilt his mother passed down to him. rafe lets out a curse before he steps foot into the church, wishing he got his father's fake christianity instead, going to church on holidays and only using the religion when it suits you.

rafe looks away from the altar, the cross hanging above it, and to the confession booth to the side of the pews. his feet carry them there with the false confidence he's always been able to paste on as a front.

rafe looks at the door and then swallows thickly. guilt, guilt, guilt. he's not sure anything could help, yet he opens the handle and steps inside.

the creaky door slams shut behind him as rafe sits and faces forward towards the screen, just opaque enough to make out a figure on the other side in the low light.

rafe realizes then that he doesn't know the words. 

“forgive me father, for i have sinned.” a voice from the other side suddenly rings out, a soft, feminine voice. rafe suddenly is aware of his mistake. “it has been two days since my last confession.”

rafe knows he should interrupt you, stop you from continuing on, but something in him stirs him to stay, his interest peaking.

“ive slept with another man. i know you're tired of hearing it, father. i just can't help myself. i can't seem to wait, it's like something takes over me. father, i feel as if i am possessed by some sexual demon.” 

you scoff and rafe can see your body crumple on the other side, becoming an even smaller shape.

“tell me what happened.” rafe says.

“i-i had a date. a nice catholic man, or at least who i thought was a nice catholic man. he took me to dinner, and then i thanked him by getting on my knees immediately after.”

“keep going…” there's something about your voice that stirs rafe, has his hand gravitating to his crotch, there's a sexual prowess in your voice mixed with the guilt and innocence, like you're describing the deeds of some other woman entirely.

“he didn't even initiate it. i did. i pulled him into my apartment when he was dropping me back home. can you believe that? he was being a gentleman bringing me back to my doorstep and i just had to be a total hussy.”

rafe presses his hand down against his growing cock, imagining himself as that so called catholic gentleman.

“i unzipped his pants and tugged them down. he wasn't even hard. i played with him over his underwear, kissed his length and sucked on it and everything.”

rafes hands follow your description as he leans back against the wooden wall, tugging down his zipper and closing his eyes to picture it even better, some anonymous bold woman.

“i then pulled his underwear down. right there in the front hallway. when i saw him… i knew i was going to sleep with him next.”

you pause for long enough that rafe realizes he needs to speak. he hopes his voice doesn't come out strained. “then you slept with him?”

“yes. didn't even make it to the bedroom, he took me against the dining room table. how am i ever expected to settle down and have my own children and a loving family when all i really want is that high.”

“how does the high make you feel?”

“it comes right before the orgasm, really.” your voice drops in octave, and rafe wonders if your pussy is getting wet reimagining the scene. “when he's inside of me, pounding hard, and i know he's about to lose it too.”

rafe pushes his underwear down and tugs his cock out, not kid himself any longer that he's not extremely turned on and cannot leave the confessional with his pants tented.

“we're moaning in sync, not worrying about the neighbors in that moment. im clenching around him and he's-” you hesitate for a moment, and rafe swears he hears a sensual exhale, as if you may be touching yourself on the other side of the booth. “he's stretching me out. i love the pulsing of right when he's about to cum-”

rafe lets out a moan as he strokes before he realizes and sits up suddenly, but his reaction is too delayed as you're out of your booth and opening the door to his.

“you perv! father-” you come face to face with a handsome young man instead of the elderly priest you expected. “you're not the father.”

your eyes then travel down to his cock and that devious part of you taking over again.

“it-it was an accident.” rafe says quickly, trying to explain why he's in the priests side of the confessional when you step inside and close the door behind you.

“i have another sin to confess.” you pull the skirt of your dress up, revealing that you're wearing nothing beneath, your glimmering wet pussy directly in front of rafes face. he could so easily lean forward and taste you.

“ive always wanted to fuck in the confessional.”

rafe grabs your hips and tugs you down. he doesn't even know your name. he doesn't need to as his lips smash against yours, wildly making out.

you reach down between your bodies, grasping rafes hard cock and giving it a few strokes before you line yourself up.

you hesitate for just a moment before sinking down as rafe moans into your mouth, hoping that his mother isn't up in heaven looking down at him desecrating this holy place with you.

you gasp and pull away from the kiss as you adjust, your pussy being stretched just the way you described liking it.

“fuck.” rafe hisses out.

“shouldn't curse in a place of worship.” you smirk at him, cutting off whatever reply he had as you begin to move, bouncing up and down.

rafe grabs your hips, helping you move. his hands are strong as they disappear beneath your dress, needing to feel your bare skin.

“so good.” you whimper, pressing your forehead against rafes, breathing heavily as the temperature in the small booth rises.

“fuck, your pussy-” rafe grunts out as his hips begin to snap up into your tight heat. 

“you ever had a good catholic girl like this?” there's a hint of playfulness in your voice that rafe is shocked you can manage with your labored breathing.

“from your confession, im not sure you're all that good.” rafe says, moving his hand to rub his thumb over your clit, mostly just to see the reaction on your face as you moan out.

hes thankful for the late hour as he doesn't move his mouth forward to silence yours, letting your beautiful symphony of pleasure escape through the confessional walls and fill the church.

“this high.” you arch your back, eyes rolling back in your head as your fingers tighten on rafes shoulders. 

he knows exactly what you're speaking of. that moment when you're both on the apex, his cock swelling inside you while his thumb rubs against your clit, doing anything he can to elicit a reaction out of you, to increase your pleasure even more.

“cum for me.” rafe commands in a shockingly even voice, even surprising himself as your body stills and then shakes, crumpling forward into rafes strong arms as your pussy clenches around rafes cock, and it's all he needs to release himself, thrusting upwards and spilling inside of your cunt.

you're both breathing heavily as you come down from your high, wrapped up in each others bodies and your own intersecting pleasure before you have to pull away, realization setting in.

“oh my god.” you giggle. “we just fucked in the church.”

“shit.” rafe laughs as well. this is certainly not what he meant to do when entering into the church, yet his soul still feels lighter as he looks at your smile.

“god,” you look up at the ceiling, as if you're talking to him directly. “im so sorry. im going to hell.”

“i guess ill see you there.” rafe chuckles before he's interrupted by a gasp as you pull off of him.

rafe is quick to get himself back together, very aware of the fact that you're still bare under your dress, his cum no doubt dropping down your thigh.

you push open the door to the tiny booth and take a breath of cool air before rafe is quick to follow you out.

“i thought i heard a noise.”

you both freeze as you look up to see the nun walking from across the aisle.

“do you need the priest? he's already retired for the night.”

“no, sister.” you respond, a soft, innocent smile gracing your features as you grasp rafes hand and pull him to continue towards the exit. “see you at service sunday.”

you both let out a laugh as you push open the large wooden doors and flee from any more questions.

“can i at least get your name?” rafe asks as you enter into the night, way lit by moonlight.

“no.” you smile back at him. “but i will have another confession to make. tomorrow. same time.”

[nellielsss]

+†+🪦 A Pɾσρҽɾ Bʅαƈƙ Bυʅʅ Wҽʅƈσɱҽ!

Summary: when you date a Magic Knight Captain, it's only a matter of time until you meet their Knights! A/N: just some fluff for Yami! I tried to include as many characters as I could but I'm still getting used to writing multiple chars in one scene. Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: swearing, suggestive jokes

╰┈➤ "Is this really where Suke lives?" you asked nobody as you approached his base. "He's always told me not to visit, but this place is just... creepy. Still, I feel bad for making him visit me all the time. Why not pay him a surprise visit?"

You had been dating the famed Captain of the Black Bulls, Yami Sukehiro, for a few months--4 to be exact--and things were starting to get serious with him.

But they were never serious enough for you to meet his squad.

Sure, you had seen them in passing, tagging along with him on missions, but you've never met the Black Bulls in person. It was like they were his kids that he never wanted you to meet for whatever reason. Whenever you tried to ask him if you could meet them, he'd always say: "Nah, not happening. I don't need you meeting those knuckleheads; they'd probably blabber some stupid story and scare you off, and I don't need that."

For the better part, he actually made the effort to go and see you wherever you were. He'd venture as many miles as needed in order to do so. He also just never introduced you to the public in general because he was scared of someone going after you for a vendetta or revenge against Yami (he was a man with many enemies, after all). So, he was content with just going on private dates in secluded bars or spending the night at your place. Any chance he could take to spend time with you, he'd snatch it right up.

Why did you venture to the secretive Black Bulls hideout in the first place? Well, Yami had been busy with training for a while. The missions were swamping him, and his efforts to keep the devils at bay were, inadvertently, keeping your relationship at bay as well. He never had any time to leave the hideout unless it was to go on a mission or to an official summons, and because you were basically forbidden from going to HQ, it meant all you could do was communicate via letters.

And you were sick and tired of it.

You were an impatient girl. You didn't like being basically banned from seeing your boyfriend, no matter how legitimate his causes or concerns were.

You haven't had dick in ages--you were starting to lose feeling down there!! And lord knows his dick was good, so good it left you unable to walk on several occasions.

But you weren't there just to fuck him (although it was a big bonus of dating him); you were there to mend your little broken heart.

So, that's how you wound up on their doorstep. You went at a time which you knew it'd be empty, so you were sure you wouldn't have to meet those bulls. Even if he, himself, was out, you could just wait in his room as a little welcome home surprise.

"I don't suppose I have to knock before entering," you muttered, grabbing the latch of the door and opening the giant wooden slab. Just as you'd expected: the place was empty. Not a peep to be heard throughout the entire tower of oddly shaped rooms and windows that were jutting out of the wrong places.

"Well, this sure ain't too bad. I thought it'd be in ruins by the way Suke described it," you thought to yourself. As you stepped on the cobblestone floors and ventured inside the place, you took note of it. It had a certain charm to it, like a cozy tavern you'd seek refuge from a storm in. There were torches lit up by mana, different flags hanging from the walls, and a big bar in the left side of the room. "If he wasn't so protective of me, I could imagine myself living here with him..."

"Hello... who are... you?" a ghostly voice suddenly said from the hallway.

"Gah! Wait- is it seriously haunted? Was Sukehiro telling me the truth this whole time?!" You immediately hid behind a couch when you saw the mint-haired man standing there.

"I'm... not... a... ghost! I... keep... this... place... running," the ghost said.

"Are you sure? Because you certainly don't look too- gah!" this time, you were surprised to feel that all your mana was being drained from you, simply by being close to the man.

"I'm.. sorry... I... drain... people's... mana... on... accident. Don't... stand... too... close."

"Figured as much," you muttered, somehow able to break free from the man's mana pull. "I knew I shouldn't have come here... I thought all of you would be out for the day."

"You... didn't... answer... my... question. Who... are... you?"

"Oh, right... sorry about that," you said, rubbing the back of your neck, "I'm, uh... I'm Captain Yami's girlfriend. I came here hoping that none of you would be around, but it seems as though I made a mistake. I thought all of you would be on missions for sure!"

The man's ghostly face lit up in surprise when he realized who you were. "Oh! I... know... you... or, at least... I've... heard... of you... Captain Yami's... always... talking... about... some girl... who... he's... been... dating. We all... just... thought... that he... was... lying."

"You seriously thought that he was lying?" you asked in disbelief. "Then again, he is an acquired taste... Anyway, what's your name?"

"My... name's... Henry. I... don't... go on... missions... because... I'm... too... weak, and I'm... bound... to... this... house."

"Too weak?" you asked, feeling a bit sorry for the guy. "Jeez, that must suck. Anyway, Henry, nice to meet you- ahhh!!" he started draining your mana on accident again and you pulled away.

"Sorry..."

"It's fine, Henry; I forgot about your little quirk," you reassured him with a wave of the hand.

"You're... really... pretty. Too... pretty... to... be... dating the... Captain," Henry remarked, making you snicker.

"Well, thank you, Henry! Yeah, you probably couldn't picture him and I together, if I'm being honest. I guess I just have a thing for oblivious brutes," you giggled, making him smile in return. "Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Captain Yami about my impromptu appearance; he doesn't want me hanging around you guys. Somethin' about 'putting me in danger'? As if I could be put in danger," you remarked rather confidently. "I'm not really the type to submit to his wishes all that easily, but he seemed pretty serious about keeping our relationship under wraps. If you don't mind me, I'll be on my merry way-"

"Wait...! The... others... are... supposed to be... back... soon! You'll... get... caught... if you... don't... hide!" Henry warned you suddenly.

"H-Huh? Really?!" you asked him, already freaking out.

As if on cue, you could hear several voices chattering from the other side of the door, and you looked around in panic, trying to find a hiding spot. Henry was blocking the hallway, and if you got too close to him, you'd probably faint on the spot. You tried to hide behind the bar, only for the door to literally break down as the rowdy Black Bulls made their way home. You knew they were loud, but you didn't know that they were the type to break down doors! At the sight of the bunch, you instinctively froze up in fear, akin to a deer in headlights. You ducked for the nearest couch, hoping that they'd choose to go in the opposite direction.

"Did you guys see the way I took that guy down?! It was awesome! I totally surpassed my limits out there!!" A rather enthusiastic, short boy said to the others. That must've been Asta: the anti-magic user.

"You were pretty good out there--not that I'm complimenting you or anything! I'm still royalty compared to you," a similarly short girl with silver hair said. Based on how she was jabbing the boy with her words, that was probably Noelle.

"Just you wait, Asta--I'm gonna get stronger than you!" another guy with a mohawk and glasses said. Magna, if you weren't mistaken.

"I'd like to see you try to get stronger than him! If you do, then I'll spar with you until I get even stronger!" a blonde boy with a psychopathic smile quipped. Luck.

"Just don't go around breaking shit, okay, you numbskulls?" your oh-so handsome boyfriend Yami Sukehiro sighed. "We don't have the money to keep repairing the damage you guys cause."

"I'm going to go worship my sister, Marie," a guy with an apparent sister complex said: Gauche, to be precise.

"What a weirdo," you said to yourself. A few of their heads turned in the direction of your voice, and you hid your entire body behind the couch.

"What was that?"

"Whatever it was, it was telling the truth."

"If you boys don't mind, I'm gonna go have a drink at the bar!" a female voice said, her words already slurred.

"Aren't you already drunk, Vanessa?" another guy asked the witch.

"What's one more drink, Finral? You should come join me!" she replied. You quickly realized you were in deep shit when you remembered that the couch you were hiding behind was right next to the bar.

Well, this is the end, you thought. There was no way you could hide from these guys now. Even if you tried to make a run for it, your boyfriend was right there, and he'd probably teach you a lesson!!

You braced yourself for when the witch, Vanessa, would see you... which was right at that moment. "Umm, guys? Why is there a stranger hiding behind our couch?"

Your eyes shot open in fear, and you looked up at the girl, your face red with embarrassment. "Vanessa, what are you talking about? Are you seriously seeing things?- Oh, hubba, hubba!" the guy named Finral said once he saw you. "If I knew that cute girls would be sneaking into our hideout, I'd leave the door unlocked more often!"

One by one, all the Black Bulls clamored around the couch, wondering who, exactly, the two were talking about. They were all in wonder until Yami came over. Oh, how you dreaded this from the moment you walked in...

"(Y/N)--what the hell are you doing in my base?!" said boyfriend asked, making you flinch with how loudly he asked that question.

"Heh... hi, Suke," you said quietly, only for the man to pick you up by the scruff of your collar and make you stand up.

"Wait, do you actually know that girl, Captain Yami?" Finral asked the man.

"He sure does..." you said meekly.

"Yeah, I do," he sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Great, this is just what I needed: my Bulls slobbering all over my girlfriend..."

"Did you just say GIRLFRIEND?!" all of them asked in unison.

"I guess there's no time like the present," the man finally relented. Yami stopped pinching his nose and instead wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you next to him. "Everyone, this is my girlfriend of four months."

"GIRLFRIEND OF FOUR MONTHS?!"

"I didn't even know a woman could stand to be in your presence, let alone for that amount of time!" Noelle exclaimed.

"So, you mean to tell me that you bagged a babe like her?! Captain, you need to give me your secrets!!!" Finral said, practically on the verge of losing it at this revelation.

"Don't call my girlfriend a babe, pipsqueak!"

"THIS IS SO COOL!! SO YOU MEAN TO TELL US THAT YOU WEREN'T LYING ABOUT HAVING A GIRLFRIEND ALL THIS TIME?!" Asta exclaimed, his voice drowning out everyone else's questions. "PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE, MA'AM--MY NAME IS ASTA AND I'M FROM HAGE VILLAGE, AND YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL!!"

"Stop yelling in my girlfriend's ear, are you trying to make her go deaf?!" Yami asked Asta before grabbing his lips and shutting him up forcefully.

"Would you like to spar with me?!" Luck asked, way too enthusiastically for his own good.

"How about a drink?" Vanessa asked.

"A nice, warm meal would be a great welcome for her!" Charmy proposed.

"I don't care if you're Yami's girlfriend: if you touch my sister Marie, I'll kick your ass," Gauche threatened you directly.

"Creep..." Yami muttered. "For the love of the Wizard King, all of you get off of her and stop harassing her with all your questions!!" he barked, now pissed off at the situation.

"Yes, Captain Yami, sir," all of them said, piping down finally.

"This is exactly why I didn't introduce her to all of you; none of you know how to act properly!" Yami yelled again, this time gritting his teeth in anger. You could tell he was getting riled up, so you put your hand on his chest and silently told him to calm down. His frustrated expression settled down to a simple frown, and he offered you a tiny smile. "Sorry, princess."

"I've never seen someone rein him in so easily," one of the bulls remarked in wonder.

"It's clear that Yami appreciates this woman and that we should treat her with the same respect with which we'd treat one of our own," Gordon whispered. Everyone still side-eyed him for how quiet he was being.

Yami took a deep breath and faced his subordinates again. "Anyway, this is my girlfriend of 4 months: (Y/N) (L/N). I expect all of you to treat her with the same respect you'd treat me, just as Gordon said." Everyone nodded, and for once he didn't feel like bashing their heads in.

"Captain Yami, if you don't mind me asking: how come we haven't met her before if she's so important to you?" one of them asked this time.

"Because, if I introduced her to all of you, one of you would blabber your mouths, and then word would get out that I had a girlfriend. That would put her in some serious danger, considering how many foes we face and enemies we have," Yami explained--and quite calmly at that. "And I like keeping my personal life separate from my life as Captain. I don't want the two to intermingle, even if both lives are equally important to me."

"I guess that makes sense..."

You decided that it was your turn to speak: "truth be told, Suke's always been so overprotective of me. He thinks I'm some delicate little flower who needs to be guarded at all costs, even if I'm a stage 0 mage. It's honestly ironic, considering how his type is strong women," you added with a giggle.

"Well, I can't let you get hurt because of me, princess," he said to you quietly. "Even if you are strong, there's always the chance that someone might go looking for you."

"Look at him, he's so protective of her! It's honestly kinda cute," Vanessa remarked, taking another sip of her drink. Yami merely glared at her before looking at all of them again.

"How come she found out about the base if you're so protective of her? Isn't its location supposed to be private?"

This was a question meant for you, it seemed, even if it was directed at Yami. "Well... your horse and buggy's a little quick to give up information if you're pretty enough," you giggled mischievously, playing with your hair as if you were innocent.

"Finral!" Yami said through gritted teeth.

"I-I just figured she was curious!" the boy said, trembling at the possibility of being punished by their Captain.

"I guess I just have my ways," you giggled again. "I couldn't stay away from my boyfriend for too long, not when I have needs!" you shot a wink at Yami, and all he could do was blush in place.

"I don't even wanna know what those needs are..."

"Don't speak of such things around my sister, Marie," Gauche quipped, making you furrow your brow.

"She's not even here--that's a picture you're holding!!"

"She's here in spirit."

"Stop starting fights when we have guests," Noelle interjected, being the voice of reason for once. She then decided to ask you a question. "So, I simply have to know: what possessed you to date the man for four months? From what I've seen, he's not the most perceptive man out there!"

"Noelle, you can't just say that about our captain in front of his girlfriend!" Asta said to Noelle.

She huffed in response. "As if you'd be any better!!"

"Slander my name to her like that and I'll kill both of you," Yami threatened them, making them both jump.

"But I didn't even do anything wrong!" Asta whined defensively.

"To be honest," you started, making everyone look at you again. "I was the one who initially had a crush on him. I know he's not everyone's type, but he sure is mine. Anyway, it was kinda hard getting him to notice my feelings for him. In the end, all it took was for me to simply confess my feelings for him and hope that he'd reciprocate them! And Suke may not look like the boyfriend type, but he's actually the most caring and considerate man I've ever met; he just doesn't show any of you that side... At least, not as forwardly as he does to to me."

Noelle thought about your words, and she couldn't exactly do anything but take your word for it. "If you say so... But, I still just don't get it! You're so... pink, and he's so... whatever he is!"

"Well, everyone has their type," you shrugged.

"But, how do you deal with his bowel issues?"

"Noelle!"

You couldn't help but giggle at her question. "By buying extra toilet paper, of course!"

"(Y/N)..." Yami trailed off, embarrassed by the topic. "All of you: bowel issues are no laughing matter! I go through battles every single day in that room."

"Yeah, we know."

After the Black Bulls laughed at your little statements, he decided to move on to the next part: "alright, enough of a Q&A session. Since you came all this way, I'd imagine you'd be staying over for dinner?"

Your stomach growled in response to his question. "Oh, yes, please. I'm starving--this place is so far from the nearest town!"

"Not to worry, my fair lady!" Charmy suddenly said, standing up on the table. "Chef Charmy here will cook up an amazing feast to welcome you to our humble abode!"

You looked at Charmy and then at Yami. "Can the half-dwarf really do that--cook well?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Her food is rich with mana."

"Fear not," Charmy repeated, "for you deserve a proper Black Bull welcome!"

Just as Yami promised you: Charmy cooked up a feast fit for several kings from far away lands and then some. Her cotton magic combined with her food magic made for plenty of meals and dishes to go around, and, although simplistic in their nature, each meal left you wanting more.

You were, of course, seated beside your boyfriend Yami (you were almost touching him), and the pink-haired witch, Vanessa, decided to sit on the other side. "You simply must try this drink, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, I don't drink much, but thanks for the offer," you said. Your efforts were in vain, seeing as she had already filled your cup.

"Don't overdo it, princess. I don't want you stumbling about the place. Y'know, since you can't really handle your liquor," Yami warned you.

"I'll try not to, Suke."

After filling up your cup, Vanessa decided to ask you a boatload of questions, as did all the other Black Bulls. Asta asked you about your family back at home; Vanessa asked you about your relationship; Luck asked you about your fighting skills; Gordon asked if he could be your friend (and make a doll that resembled you?); etc. All the other Bulls asked you unique questions that were different according to their personalities and interests, and you were happily to answer all of them. It wasn't everyday that you got to talk about your wonderful relationship!

As the night settled down, though, a certain personal question was asked by a certain witch who was to your right. "So, (Y/N), I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but... are you happy in your relationship?" It was on brand for the witch, considering that she liked to talk about relationships and was also quite drunk.

"Vanessa, don't ask those kinds of questions," Yami warned the witch. "You've just met her-"

You answered it, though, regardless of how personal it was. Maybe it was the alcohol that opened you up more, but you gave her a smile and said: "more than you could imagine, Vanessa. Suke makes me happy in ways I cannot imagine. Brash as he might be, he still cares for me, and I can see that he also cares about the lot of you in his own special way. You're his family, after all; I'm just the lucky girl who he chose to open up to." It was more than you intended to say, but it got the point across pretty well. You took another sip of your drink, unaware of the way that they looked at you.

"Wow, that's... I sure am glad that you're happy!" Vanessa exclaimed, throwing her arm around your shoulder (and almost falling out of her chair).

"We all are, (Y/N)," Noelle also said with a slight smile.

"We might've just met you, but if you're a friend of Captain Yami's, then you're a friend of ours!" Asta exclaimed.

"I hope we can be great friends," Gordon whispered.

With each praise, each remark of approval, you couldn't help but smile at them. Truth be told, you'd been longing for a group of people who you could call home. Much like Noelle, you, too, had been shunned by your family for reasons you couldn't explain. Yami had been your lighthouse, your guiding rock all this time, but the idea that there was a whole other group out there who you could lean on for support kept your spirits up.

You might've just met them, but you already felt at home.

"Welcome to the fold, kid," Yami muttered into your ear before kissing the skin behind it.

Now that dinner was all cleaned up and over with, the two of you retired to Yami's bedroom. He shut the door behind him quietly, breathing a sigh of relief. "(Y/N), you have no idea the heart attack you almost gave me back there." Although he let the stoic mask drop and be replaced by the softness that he showed you, he still couldn't help but scold you. "Seriously--I wasn't prepared to introduce you to all of them."

"I didn't mean to surprise you like that, I just... look, I planned on sneaking in and going to your room and surprising you there. I wanted to see you--you've been so busy these past few weeks! I really didn't mean to meet them so early," you said, taking your earrings off and putting them on the nightstand.

Yami took the opportunity to sneak behind you and wrap his arms around your body. "I know I've been busy, princess; I would've snuck you in if you asked me to, though."

"I was impatient, Suke. You know how long those letters take to deliver; I wanted to see you today."

He didn't scold you; rather, he chuckled deeply and pressed his lips to the top of your head. "Well, aren't you an impatient princess?"

"You gave me that title, Sukehiro," you quipped, making him chuckle again.

"I guess I did."

After a few moments of silence, and after you'd taken your jewelry off, he took the opportunity to hug you tighter and let his lips travel down your neck. "Well, since you're here... I might as well get that loving in, hmm?"

"You might as well," you quipped. You stopped talking, instead letting him kiss your neck and your shoulder. You were so small in his arms--like a goddamn kitten! Even though you were strong, confident & fierce in your daily life, when you were with your beloved, you were like putty in his big hands, reduced to mush in a matter of moments.

"Good god, woman, I've missed you," he growled, letting his big hand trail up your shirt. "You have no idea how hard it was to resist the urge to just drop everything and come running to you."

"That's no way for a Magic Knight Captain to behave," you teased him, making him spank your ass out of annoyance.

"I know, princess." He went back to kissing your exposed shoulder and decided to take it a step further. "Turn around for me, baby," he rasped into your ear. You obliged happily, turning around to face your boyfriend. "That's more like it," he said, cracking a smile before attacking your lips. His chapped, rough lips kissed your much softer & sweeter ones, his tongue intermingling with yours and tasting the sweetness of your mouth. "Missed this... the way your lips taste," he whispered, angling your head so he could kiss you deeper.

"Missed yours, too," you murmured to which he raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say I smelled like cigarettes and beer?"

"That was before I made you quit all that shit. Now, shut up and kiss me," you said before diving in again.

"As you wish." He spun you guys around so that he was sitting on the bed and you were in between his legs. "What're you standing there for? Sit on my lap, sweetheart." You happily obliged and straddled his hips, letting the man pull you in for another deep, passionate kiss. His wandering hands trailed up and down your sides until he finally decided to peel off your shirt.

"Suke, it's cold," you whined.

"Then lemme heat you up," he rasped, continuing to let his hands run amok. Every time he got his hands on your soft, supple skin, he felt his heart skip a beat. You were just so goddamn perfect for him--you were like an angel, sent to keep him tamed. He trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest, kissing and biting at the soft fat of your breasts. "Mind if I take this thing off?" he asked, sticking a finger underneath the clasp of your bra.

"Only if you take this off," you quipped, peeling your boyfriend's tank top off, giving you access to those sweet muscles that you were so incredibly attracted to.

"Like what you see?" he rumbled with a cocky grin on his face.

"More than you could imagine," you giggled, pushing him back onto the bed and earning a spank from the brute's big hand.

"Come here and give your man some loving, hmm? He's missed having you in his bed."

You promptly requested a change of squad the next day. The Crimson Lion Kings would understand.

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"So, this is the girlfriend I've been hearing so much about, Captain Yami?" the man, who was his vice-captain, asked him. It was a rare occurrence for him to leave the shadow realm and go back to HQ, but when he heard that his old friend of so many years had gotten himself a girlfriend, he couldn't resist the urge to meet you. His eyes flickered from Yami to you, and you felt like they were staring into your soul.

"Yeah, this is her: (Y/N), (L/N). Try not to scare her off and say anything bad about me, 'kay?" Yami asked of the young man.

Nacht offered you a smile and even outstretched his hand from his coat. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Nacht Faust. I was wondering when Captain Yami would find someone who'd put up with his antics," he said, surprisingly friendly for how reserved he seemed.

"Do I really have that kinda reputation?!"

"Yes, you do."

"Um... nice to meet you as well," you replied, unsure if you should be scared of him or be glad he was so friendly.

"Anyway, I should get going. I can't exactly stand to be around your boyfriend for so long," he said in that eerily calm voice before slinking back into a shadow. "It was nice to meet you again!"

"Yeah, it was..." you trailed off as the man disappeared into the shadowy side of that wall. "Is he always like that?"

"He's usually worse," Yami sighed. "Anyway, let's go back to bed. I'm tired."

"But it's 3 pm!" you protested. He merely scoffed and threw you over his shoulder. "Hey, put me down!!"

"Does it look like I care? I'll cuddle my girlfriend anytime of the day I want."

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Facade

Summary: Bucky x Reader fic where Reader is sick but decides to go on a mission anyway.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, please comment or critique it; I am always open to suggestions. I also struggled on finding a good ending, so I just decided to leave the rest of the story up to the imagination of the reader. 🥰

Warnings: assassin!reader, Sickness; flu, overexertion, guns, fighting, fainting, Slowburn (Picks up in the end,) angst, fluff, guilt, angry Bucky

Word count: 2,007

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I lean my back against the side of the jet, trying to appear as normal as possible. We were going on a HYDRA intel mission and I was sick. I knew going on this mission was a bad decision, but I couldn’t let my team down.

 As I took a deep breath, I could feel a pair of eyes watching me; I didn’t even have to look over to know it was Bucky. He stared at me with his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted slightly backward. I could tell he knew something was wrong, but I didn’t bother meeting his gaze.

A few minutes later, the plane landed in a remote location, and slowly, the back door dropped with a soft hiss. I unstrapped my seatbelt and hoisted my gun over my shoulder walking down the ramp and into a thick layer of snow. The cold air felt nice against my flushed cheeks, and I sighed as I watched the rest of the team trail out of the jet.

Steve stood confidently as he began giving orders, “Sam and Natasha, patrol the outside; make notes of everyone entering and exiting the compound.” “y/n, Bucky and I will take the inside, working on containing and evacuating evidence that may be crucial to Hydra’s destruction.” Steve stood silent for a moment. “Does everyone understand?” 

Everyone nodded and stood next to their partners. I notice Bucky watching me from behind Steve. I turned my head away from him so I wouldn’t give myself away. I knew that if he found out I was sick, he would stop the mission and make us turn around.

“The snow is thick, walk slow and conserve energy…we have the whole day ahead of us,” Steve says, beginning to walk forward.

Everyone trudges behind Steve in silence, our footsteps making quiet crunching sounds through the snow. I follow closely behind Steve, while Bucky trails closely behind me. I make sure to place my feet in Steve's already deep footprints, the last thing I wanted was to be drained of my energy before we'd even reach the compound.

I look up at the dark gray sky; we must be high up in the mountains, looking down on what seems like endless miles of nothingness.  It wasn't surprising that HYDRA would be located here, being a rather isolated organization.

A little while later I began to make out the rectangular shape of the compound through the dense snow that was falling from the sky. My hands were getting numb from holding onto the straps on my gun holster and my legs ached from walking through the snow. Steve looked over at me, I saw concern but I just gave him a reassuring nod and pushed forward.

As we got closer, I noticed that the base was a massive, grey complex. The building was made of concrete and had no windows, just little square holes that littered the walls...it reminded me of a prison.

Steve came to a stop and crouched behind a concrete barrier, he motioned for us to do the same. The team huddled beside Steve and watched the camp, it was only a few yards away allowing us to see movement from behind the large, barbed fence.

"Send Redwing out, we need to see the safest route for entry," Steve ordered. Sam was quick to oblige, sending the drone into the snowfall.

It hovered above the entrance to the complex, giving us an accurate view of how many guards there were. There were three men posted around the entrance, all wearing black helmets. One of them remained stationed by the gate while the other two patrolled around the gate.

Sam watched the feed from the drone, scanning the screen for any more guards, "Seems like there are only three near the entrance...if you can take them out you have a clear path to a set of double doors." Sam said looking at Steve out of the corner of his eye "The problem is...how are you gonna get in?"

"Tony said that there should be a keypad on the outside, luckily for us he managed to find the code," Steve said with a small grin on his face, I could hear a small chuckle come from Bucky.

Natasha shook her head "I wouldn't expect anything less from that man."

"Sam, keep a watch on Redwing and head to the left side of the building. Natasha, you take right." Steve says "Bucky y/n, follow me...be aware of your surroundings."

As soon as the plan is said, we jump into action. Steve begins creeping towards the front of the complex, with the sound of our footsteps ringing in the snow-covered ground, while Bucky and I cover him. Steve slams his shield into the neck of one of the guards while I wrestle another to the ground and knock him unconscious. My head is spinning as I stand up but I help Bucky take care of the last guy.

With the first threat taken care of, we hurry over to where Steve is standing, "This way," Steve points at a door on the side of the building. We follow closely behind him and watch his back as he types in the code on the keypad.

  He grabs the handle and turns it.  The door creaks open slowly, revealing a very dimly lit hallway. Steve leads the way down the hall.  The smell of damp stone fills the air, with the faint scent of blood and gunpowder lingering in the air.  We follow silently behind Steve until we get to the end of the hallway, where it opens up into two different hallways.

“I’ll take the right side, y/n Bucky go left,” Steve says

Bucky and I walk down the left hallway and I can feel my palms getting sweaty with each step. Something felt wrong, where was everyone? Why were there no HYDRA agents? I glance over at Bucky and see that he has a crease in his eyebrows, I could tell he was wondering the same thing. I grip my gun closer to my chest, it was eerily quiet and something felt off…very off. 

As we near the end of the hallway we enter a large room. It was filled with old dusty computers and lots of filing cabinets. I approach one of the computers and take out the hard drive making sure to put it in my pocket in hopes that it will be important intell. I watch Bucky enter a side room and suddenly the lights turn off and I jolt when I hear the loud slam of a door shutting.

It’s pitch black and I can hear footsteps circling me in the room “Y/N!? Y/N!” Bucky is pounding his fist on the other side of the door. 

I feel disoriented and dizzy as I try and move around the room “Bucky!? Where-?” I am cut off by a gloved hand covering my mouth; I scream and slam my elbow into the person behind me.

My breathing becomes more labored as I try and fight off the people attacking me. I feel myself on the verge of passing out.

 I grab my knife out of my pocket and slam it blindly into someone's torso. I lose my balance and I fall backward, causing my head to slam against the corner of the table. I let out a yell of pain and felt a warm liquid running down my neck.

I scramble back into a wall and feel someone else's hands on me, I try and fight back but my movements are disoriented; I am helpless. 

As soon as I feel all hope is lost, the door bursts open filling the room with light. Before I know what’s happening gunshots ring out and silence fills the room. My vision is swimming and I see a familiar, blurry silhouette approaching me; guilt fills my stomach.

“M-..sorry Bucky…” I slur as fight from blacking out.

Bucky scoops me up in his arms, and before I know it he is sprinting out of the compound and into the snow. My body is limp in his arms and I can hear him murmuring incoherent prayers as he runs.

Soon, we reach the jet, and he quickly puts me on the medical table. Everything around me is blurry and I don’t know what is happening.

I am so tired. Maybe I should sleep. Bucky wouldn’t be mad if I just slept for a minute…

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My mind is pulled into the dark, tempting world of sleep.

A bright light fills my vision as I wake up. I blink a couple of times in an attempt to get my eyes to adjust to the light. What happened? Where am I? Several thoughts plagued my mind all at once and my body flings itself into an upright position.

Bucky stands up as soon as he sees me awake "Hey, hey! You're okay, you are safe.." Bucky says, gently trying to get me to lay back down.

The memories of last night flood my mind and I feel an intense wave of guilt in the pit of my stomach. I take a small glance at Bucky and notice the relief in his eyes quickly turn to that of hurt, maybe even anger. The look in his eyes pained me to see, I knew he felt upset about my actions.

"Bucky...I-"

"Why?" he says suddenly, staring me straight in my eyes.

"I'm sorry..."

Bucky closes his eyes in an attempt to calm himself "Sorry doesn't cut it." He says sharply "You almost died y/n."

I look away from him and shake my head "I know...but if I hadn't gone someone could have gotten hurt."

I watch anger form in his expression "Liz." His serious tone forces me to look at him "Are you not listening to me? You almost died!" His tone gets louder as he talks, "When I brought you back on the jet you were burning up and sweating...did you know that your fever almost reached 103."

Bucky takes a step backward and faces the wall, he rakes his fingers through his hair. "Do you understand that had I not been there and broken through a metal wall, you would be dead." He turns to face me again "Do you not understand that if you had died in that room; I would have blamed myself?" He looked me in the eyes "Do you not understand that if you died, I would have nothing else to live for?"

"Better me dead than you," I say quietly.

Bucky clenches his fist and inhales a sharp breath "Never, and I mean never, say that shit to me ever again." He grabs my hands and stands silently. "y/n, you give me a reason to wake up in the morning; the feeling I get when I see your gorgeous, happy face in the morning makes me feel alive."

I stare at him speechlessly and he continues "I know this is a terrible place, and a terrible time but I have to tell you..." The look he gives me makes my body tingle "I love you. I love you too much to the point where it hurts...and when we were in that compound I watched as the life drained from your eyes, and I felt more scared in that moment than I have ever had in my entire life...because I knew that If you were to die, I would have nothing left to get me out of bed in the morning, I would have nothing left to get me home safe from missions, I would have no more life because without you; I have none."

Bucky's words make it feel like the world has stopped, like it's just me and him and nothing can stop us from being together. I stare at Bucky's beautiful eyes, and he stares at mine; they tell me that I am here, that I am alive, and that I'm next to the person I love and care about most in this world.

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my sp story <3

hi besties! if you've been following my blog for a while you know that i've been single for a while, partly because i like to be independent and single, and partly because i just didn't like anyone. obviously i could just manifest a guy out of thin air, but when im not confronted face to face with a crush then i just don't care about being in a relationship so i never manifested someone out of thin air lol

but then a couple of weeks ago i was at the movies with my friends, and there were couples cuddling around us and i was like "aw :( kinda wish i had a bf now." and what do we do when we feel any type of desire? we immediately fulfill ourselves, no matter how "small" the desire is! so that's what i did. i imagined for like two seconds that i was cuddling with a boy at the theaters, and then i got distracted by the movie and forgot all about it

then like 15 minutes later, a guy that i'd had a crush on four years ago randomly slid into my dms. i never pursued him four years ago bc my bff at the time had dibs on him, but we're not friends anym and haven't been for years so it was my time to shine!!!

anyway, we talk for like a week. i know this guy is funny and shit bc of when we hung out irl, but like all he's sending me are unfunny memes that don't really warrant a response. so it was kinda tough

and this is the part where you guys are going to yell at me!!! i was like oh i should use my manifestation skills and make sure this goes smoothly....but then i was like nah im just gonna go with the flow 😭😭😭 and i know you guys are like REM!!!! u manifest EVERYTHING u can't just turn it off!!!! anyway.....long story short a week into us talking this mf randomly blocks me!!!!

so im instantly like 🙄🙄 damn fine i'll manifest him back bc im stubborn and do not like being told no in my reality

so how did i do it? how did i manifest him back?

if you guys have followed me for a while, you know that i manifested an sp a couple years ago by simply affirming "i love [his name] so much" any time i'd think of him and this would conjure the feeling of the wish fulfilled. (NOT mindless affirming. i'd say it maybe two or three times to catch the feeling and then move on)

ANYWAY so that's what i did! and let me tell you....i was not "perfect" by any means 😭 in fact this manifestation really kinda opened my eyes on how EASY manifestation truly is. like i already knew how easy it was, but damn!

if you know that your desire is promised and that it is coming because you gave it to yourself in imagination (even ONCE) ... there is NOTHING that will stop it. i was gonna make a separate post on this and i tried but i just couldn't articulate it correctly so im going to try again:

it took 12 days to manifest him to unblock me and message me. im sure it would've taken a shorter amount of time if i was more disciplined with myself but it's kinda crazy bc of how UNdisciplined i was 😭 tbh i was just kinda like...unsure if i even wanted to manifest him at all bc thats how much i value my alone time and my independence lol

anyway, i always get asks from people who are stressed and anxious bc they think that in order to manifest your desire, you can never enter the state of lack ever again and that dwelling in negative thoughts will "ruin" your manifestations. but i am here to tell you IT DOES NOT MATTER!!! you do not need to be "perfect"!!!! as long as you are staying faithful to the idea that you have your desire in the 4d, it'll manifest in the 3d.

another thing i see so many people confused and stressed about is whether or not they're naturally thinking from the state. for instance, every time you think of your sp, you think from the end of being in a relationship with them, before you think of the fact that you're not together yet. and let me tell you....while this CAN happen, it's not always gonna happen and it's not necessary. let me tell you, the DAY before my sp reached out, and even the day that he did....i would catch myself thinking about how we weren't together! but the gag is....YOUR THOUGHTS DON'T MANIFEST!!!! yes, they indicate what state you're in, but the actual thoughts themselves don't mean shit!!! they don't manifest. they just don't!

so i'd shift back to the state of being my sp's girlfriend when i'd have these thoughts, but i was fully aware we were not together in my 3d and i never naturally thought of us as being together before i saw any evidence of it in my 3d. all i had was the knowing that my inner man was with my sp, and that since i'd decided i had it in imagination, it would push out into my 3d. because that's how the law works!!! and honestly, that's all you really need. you just need to know that since you gave yourself your desire in your imagination ONE TIME, it WILL manifest. and if you have a true understanding of how the law works and you've read source, you will have no trouble knowing that it will come.

you also do NOT need to be in the state of the wish fulfilled 24/7!!! at all!!!! i cannot stress this enough. and tbh i used to feel the same. i felt like i had to be aware of having my desire in imagination 24/7 or else it wouldn't come. i thought i couldn't perceive the lack or opposite in my 3d or else it wouldn't manifest (see this post about dismissing the 3d btw if u need help with that). but the gods honest truth is that all you need to do is DECIDE you have your desire in imagination & not take no for an answer & KNOW that your desire is GOING TO REFLECT IN YOUR 3D NO MATTER WHAT!!!!

and that's not to say that you wont still get anxious and have intrusive thoughts and be like "oh god what if it never manifests." like... im human and i had those human moments. but i just reminded myself that i know the law and ive proven it to myself many times and i know that it had to manifest.

anyway. back to my sp story!

so for these 12 days that im blocked (lmfao) all i did was affirm "i love [his name] so much" whenever i thought of him until i caught the feeling of the wish fulfilled. that's it. and i knew for a fact that he was mine in the 4d and therefore we'd be together in the 3d bc that's the law!

anyway on friday (5 days ago) at 8pm? im scrolling thru the ulta app and then im like "oh i havent fulfilled myself today i dont think" so i fulfilled myself for like 2 seconds and then get distracted by some product and then two minutes later i get a notif that this guy followed me and then dmed me 😭

it's funny cuz my irls don't know about the law of assumption so i sent them a screenshot and i was like "look who came crawling back" and they were like BOOOOO!!! and i was like no guys!!!!! i created the blocking and i created this like i promise we can trust him 😭😭 hahahaha

anyway. let me tell you. if you are manifesting an sp, DO NOT DO THAT SHIT IN STEPS!!!!! i mean, if you really want to, i can't stop you, but i really don't recommend it.

with my old sp (the one from two years ago) i'd always manifest contact and then get it, and then he'd ghost me and and id have to manifest contact again and it'd be a never ending cycle!!! bc i was just focusing on contact, not on how i felt or how he felt about me.

the reason i loveeee to affirm "i love my sp so much" INSTEAD OF "HE loves ME so much" is because it helps me catch the feeling of the wish fulfilled so much more. not only that, but because remember, THERE IS NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF!!!! changing the way i see my sp and the way i feel about him is all i need to do. im not trying to change him and make him love me lol. this is about me and my inner reality, not him! he'll reflect whatever i am in the 4d

another reason i love affirming this is because TO ME, this is what implies we are already together. whenever im in a relationship, i always find myself laying around all giddy thinking about how obsessed with my bf i am and how i love him so much. so i emulate that when im manifesting an sp.

and it's PERFECT because by jumping straight to the end where we're already together, i don't have to focus on all the things that lead to us being in a relationship. i don't have to manifest him following me, or texting me, or asking me on a date. these things all just happen naturally bc im living in the end.

NOT TO MENTION, it naturally turns your sp into your perfect partner? like remember when i said when we were talking before he blocked me he was kinda dry and he'd just send memes that i didn't find funny? THIS DUDE DID A COMPLETE 180!!!

he's sooo funny, he is the OPPOSITE of dry, he is everything???? and im obsessed.

anyway he unblocked me and dmed me, and then asked for my number and we had such funny and cute convos and then boom 4 days later he asks me on a date and i say no (😭😭😭😭 i was busy) but i agreed to go on a date the next day and the way this boy showed pure unencumbered excitement 🥺 im obsessed

anyway im sorry this is so long? i really just wanted to share how all i did was apply what i've been preaching about on this blog for years and it worked out flawlessly! hopefully this gives you guys some good tips and maybe motivation? <3

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The Doctor's Sister 🩶 | Charlie Swan Imagine

Takes place during Twilight: Eclipse & Breaking Dawn P.1

Twilight Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Charlie Swan x female!vampire!reader (romantic), Bella Swan x Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen x reader (platonic), Bella Swan x reader (platonic)

Content warnings: fluff, flirtatious banter, slight canon divergence | female reader (she/her) | wc: 2.9k

requested 📥 yes/no

Premise: It was supposed to be a quick trip in-n-out of the house to pack for her weekend excursion at the Cullen residence, but when Bella gets sidetracked talking to her dad, it results in Charlie being introduced to a member of the Cullen family who's a sight for sore eyes and a silver tongue.

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“Give me five minutes,” Bella climbed the steps of her home, shooting a glance to the person over her shoulder, “I need to grab a few things and let my dad know I’m not being kidnapped…or skipping town again.” Without waiting for their reply, Bella entered the house and shouted for Charlie. 

“In here!” he called from the kitchen, Bella walking in to find him seated at the table, newspaper in hand as he ate lunch. Out of uniform as it happened to be the rare occasion he got the day off. 

“I’m staying over at the Cullens this weekend,” she announced, then quickly added at his taken aback expression, “if that’s alright with you. Alice wants to have a sleepover while the rest of her family is camping.” 

Shrugging, not really putting up a fight, Charlie replies, “That’s fine. Is it just you two?” Bella nods, making him hum and visibly pleased. “Cool. Just check in once a day for your old man’s sake.” 

“Of course,” with a tight smile, Bella turns on her heel and rushes up the stairs. Packing her Jansport and a duffle bag with clothes, her homework, and toiletries to last till Sunday. Lastly grabbing her journal and copy of Wuthering Heights on her way out. 

Setting her bags by the door, she goes back to the kitchen, seeing Charlie’s back to her as he washes the dishes in the sink. “You gonna be okay while I’m gone?”

“Bella, I'm a grown man and know how to take care of myself. Go, have fun with your friend.”

She bites her lip, shuffling on her feet, “Are you sure you’re fine with me staying over there?”

“You said it’s just you and Alice, I see no reason to think otherwise,” drying his hands with a towel, he turns to face her, slightly shrugging, “she’s a nice girl and--.”

“You like her more than Edward,” She finishes his sentence with a defeated sigh. She’ll never change his mind. And nothing Edward could do will win him Charlie’s favor. It was a losing battle they were fighting.

  Walking up to the counter, Bella leaned her back against the surface while keeping her attention on her dad. “I know, I just thought…after what happened last fall…”

“Please, don’t remind me, Bella.” 

She flushed again, “I’m sorry. And I know it doesn’t make up for what I did or what part the Cullens’ played in it…but they’re my friends. And Edward is a part of my life, Dad. I’d like for you to find some forgiveness if you can.”

Charlie simply shakes his head, not really believing his next words but saying them for her sake, “You forgave them. I’ll try to. I may not know the whole story but I trust you--well I trust your judgment,” he corrects, narrowing his brows resulting in heat to reach Bella’s cheeks. Reminded of her impulsive trip to Italy. 

Which he doesn’t even know the whole story about. Best he didn’t. Some secrets were worth keeping

Speaking of secrets. Bella completely forgot about the person waiting for her outside. Who took it upon herself to interrupt the conversation between father and daughter once her patience began to run thin. 

“Bella,” The human swore her heart stopped, snapping her head to the entrance of the kitchen to find the source of the voice leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous smirk. Obvious delight in her eyes which were obscured by the tinted round sunglasses she wore. Charlie, also surprised by the sudden interruption--of a stranger no less in his house, spun around with wide eyes, immediately becoming flustered. “You didn’t say your father was so handsome.” 

The sound Charlie choked on caused the woman’s smirk to widen. Bella shooting a, ‘what the hell?’ look, before saying, “I told you I’d be right out.”

“You said five minutes,” barely glancing at her watch, her tone shifted to mock annoyance. “It’s been six. Now, aren’t you going to introduce me? It’s been so long since this town has had anyone that’s a sight for sore eyes.” 

Rolling her eyes, Bella waved a hand and turned to Charlie with apologetic eyes, who was perplexed, flushed by her flirtation, and awaiting an explanation. “Dad, this is Y/n Cullen. Carlisle’s sister.” 

“Sister?” he finally found his voice, shocked by the revelation, yet somehow gathered himself to shake her gloved hand when she presented it. Having not realized she’d pushed off the doorframe and approached the two. “I didn’t know the doctor had a sister.” 

“Oh,” she removed her sunglasses, revealing golden eyes. The same stunning color of her family. “Forgive my little brother.” Little was really pushing it. Carlisle had over 200 years on Y/n, but she was physically older having been transformed in her early to mid 30s. “We haven’t seen each other in years. Plus he’s too busy saving lives and raising children. I wouldn’t put it past the small detail being omitted, not to mention I’m rarely in the country to check in.”

Charlie, a little unsettled by her nonchalant way of saying the two were estranged, says, “What brings you back to town? Bella mentioned the Cullens were going camping.”

‘Oh you know, just preparing to fight against an army of newborn vampires to repay a debt owed to my dear brother and nephew after they killed my former lover who tried to kill me.’

“Yes, we leave this afternoon for the mountains,” Y/n smiles, still thinking about what awaits them in the days to come. “I’m not one for camping, but it’ll be nice to spend some time with my brother and the family after so many years abroad. And to answer your question, I came back home for Edward, Alice and Jasper’s graduation.” 

“Y/n arrived last month and will be staying for a few weeks.” Bella interjected, trying to hide the stress in her voice. “But we met last summer.” The woman smirked, bringing a finger to her lips as the memory of their first meeting flashed in her mind. Where Y/n mistaken Bella for a stray human and Edward had to tackle her away, leaving poor Bella partially traumatized. Ever since then the two have developed a sisterly/aunt-niece relationship.

“Total misunderstanding,” Y/n waved a hand, winking at the man and ignoring the warning look she was receiving from Bella. “I had one too many that night and may have said or done some things I’m not proud of. Especially for a first meeting. But Bella here is an angel, and luckily there were no hard feelings. Am I right?” Bella just sent a thumbs up, willing the conversation to end and save her father from Y/n’s antics. 

“Well we’re gonna go,” Bella leans to give Charlie a kiss on the cheek, gesturing for Y/n to start walking to the door. “Don’t want to keep Alice waiting before she decides to hunt us down.”

Y/n, humored by the girl and loving the way she and her father get easily flustered, goes, “Oh alright. Charlie, it was a pleasure to meet you,” while not hiding the way her eyes flicker up and down his body. Lips curling, liking what she saw.

Shaking her hand once more, this time longer and the touch lingering as they let go, Charlie smiles, “You as well, Y/n.”

“While I’m in town I could use a tour guide. It’s been ages as I’ve said since I’ve been in Forks and would love to know what all the hot spots are. As the chief of police,” her white teeth flash, nearly blinding the humans by their brightness, “care to show a lady around town?”

Desperately trying to not become red as a tomato, Charlie holds himself together and accepts the offer, “I’d be honored to.”

It’d been years since he caught the attention of a woman. The last date he went on was probably before Bella moved in. Or longer than that with how busy work had been. Now here he was with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, in his kitchen, chatting him up and not afraid to show her attraction. 

“Wonderful,” Y/n mentally laughs at the exasperated reaction by Bella. Focusing on the handsome man in front of her. “I’ll be in touch.” Sending one last wink, Y/n turns on her heel and exits the kitchen. Bella follows her out, but not before giving one last apologetic glance to her father and grabs her bags as the two leave the house. 

“Did you really have to do that?”

“What?” Y/n laughs/scoffs, moving to the driver’s side of her classic Ford Mustang. Bella putting her bags in the front seat while tsking. “Can’t a lady flirt and have some fun without being judged for once in her life.”

“I don’t care who you flirt with, Y/n. I’m not like Carlisle or Edward,” Bella buckles in, hearing the roar of the engine fill her ears. Letting her hands fall to her lap, she turns to the vampire with pleading eyes. “But he’s my dad. And he doesn’t know about anything. So please don’t mess with him--especially when you’re leaving once this is all over.”

“Relax,” Y/n places her sunglasses back on the bridge of her nose, leaning against the smooth leather of the seat. “I’m not going to get tangled with your father. He seems like a good guy. But I’m not kidding when I say he’s a sight for sore eyes.” Bella groans, igniting a laugh from the vampire. “Listen I’ve been around the world and this town takes the cake for the blandest looking men I’ve ever seen. The women are gorgeous and can do way better than what they’re given. But damn,” a low whistle leaves her lips.

Bella groans again, rubbing her temple, “Okay I get it. You think my dad is attractive. Now can we please go?” 

With one last obnoxious laugh, Y/n steps on the gas and drives them away from the house. Blasting Price’s ‘Let’s Go Crazy,’ for all ears to hear. To which Y/n casually drops that she partied with Prince back in the 80s. And while Bella tried to assure herself Y/n would adhere to her promise not to mess with Charlie, she couldn’t help but think of the way her father lit up during that short encounter. Like he was mesmerized.

Something she hadn’t seen from him in years.

August 13th

The reception was in full swing. Bella held tight to Edward’s hand as he led them around to greet the guests. Alice had really gone all out on the perfect ceremony followed by the perfect party. Of course she had help from Rosalie and Y/n, who ended up staying after the newborn army ordeal once Edward and Bella announced their engagement. A decision which surprised everyone, but Carlisle the most. 

And Bella had a tiny inkling the reason involved the person she was approaching the couple with. 

“Well I gotta say,” Charlie began, beer in one hand and the other holding Y/n’s. Both wearing matching smiles. “Alice sure knows how to throw a party.” Edward chuckled, pulling Bella closer to him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. 

“I agree.”

“That’s the last time I’ll ever put my two cents in when it comes to planning an event,” Y/n comments, leaning into Charlie’s side. Her purple satin dress complimenting his dapper tuxedo. “Felt like I was going to lose my mind.” 

“Thank you, Y/n, for everything. I know going head-to-head with Alice is a tough battle,” Bella teases, causing the woman to playfully gasp and the two men grinning. The sight of her father looking happy brought a smile to Bella’s lips, beaming at the way he looked ten years younger. All the usual stress and tiredness in his features disappearing. 

After the battle in June, Charlie held his promise to show Y/n around town. Then the meetings continued. And when Y/n planned to leave Forks, her debt to the family paid, she suddenly announced she was renting a small home on the outskirts of town, leaving the number to a landline phone she installed. 

“Carlisle, I love you. And I love this family like they are my blood one,” she said to him on her way out of the Cullen home, the older vampire following her with a million questions. “But I'd rather get my head ripped off by Aro than live under the same roof as you and your heathens you call teenagers. Trouble seems to follow you lot, and I do not wish the same for me. So,” patting his cheek like a sister would a brother, Y/n blows a kiss and scurries off, “call me if you need or drop by…but I can’t assure I’ll be of service.”

Yeah, it wasn’t long before they found out from Alice’s visions Y/n was seeing Charlie Swan. Not to mention Bella came home to Y/n’s Mustang in their driveway. Where she walked in to find Y/n pretending to enjoy a cup of coffee while she and Charlie discussed Italian history. 

Two months later, the two have officially entered a relationship. Bella was initially reluctant to accept it, but upon seeing their interactions, and the obvious affection they shared, she knew it would be wrong to come in between their happiness.

And it would also make her a hypocrite if we’re being real. 

“Is it like us?” she asked Edward one night, cuddling him in her bed while Charlie sleeps down the hall. “In Italy, Aro said my blood sings to you. Does his sing to her?” She felt him shake his head.

“What we have is rare. Most vampires never meet their blood singer--and in some cases become so overwhelmed by the scent they end up killing them.” Bella shivers, recalling the time Edward told the story of Emmett killing his blood singer. “But the feelings my aunt shares toward your dad is like the rest of my family. What Carlisle felt when he met Esme. Why Rosalie begged him to change Emmett when she found him. Why Alice waited decades at the restaurant for Jasper.”

She understood where he was going. Realizing the extent of Y/n’s fondness for Charlie. The sparks that collided in their first meeting and continued with each encounter. 

But Bella made Y/n swear to her she’d come clean to Charlie before the year was over. Figuring out the next step though….that was a conversation for another day. 

“Well we wanted to offer our congratulations,” Charlie’s voice pulled Bella out of her thoughts, bringing her back to the present. “We know a lot of people wish to do the same, so we won’t hold you up.”

“Thank you, dad,” Bella let go of her husband to embrace her father, moving to Y/n to do the same while Edward shook Charlie’s hand. “And thank you, Y/n.” 

“Of course. It’s not every day your favorite nephew gets married.”

“Don’t let Emmett hear that,” Edward jokes, smirking when he hears his brother’s thought from across the dance floor, ‘I heard that!!’

At that moment the beat of TLC’s ‘Baby-Baby-Baby’ starts to play, prompting Y/n to tug on Charlie’s hand. “Now this is my song. C’mon doll face, let’s show them how it’s done.” Flushing red, Charlie downs the rest of his beer, handing the empty glass to Edward--who winks at him while Bella holds back a giggle, and follows his girlfriend to the dance floor. Joining Carlisle and Esme, and Billy and Sue. 

“You know,” Edward leans down to whisper, grinning as he takes in the scene of his aunt and Bella’s father dancing. “I would’ve never guessed your dad would be the one to ground the infamous Y/n Cullen.” 

“Baby, baby, baby

I got so much love in me

Oh baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby

'Cause if you gonna get me off

You got to love me deep”

Tilting her head back with laughter, Bella nuzzles into his touch, admiring the scene as well when she brings her gaze down again. “I never thought I’d see the day Charlie Swan gets sweeped off his feet. By the Doctor’s sister nonetheless.”

“Baby, baby, baby

I got so much love in me

Oh baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby

'Cause if you gonna get me off

You got to love me deep”

Chuckling, Edward leans his head on hers, “They make a good pair. Don’t they?”

She agrees with a hum, “They do.” Bella adjusts their position, so they are now facing each other on the dance floor, swaying to TLC like everyone else. Mouthing along to the words and at one point meeting Y/n’s eyes. The two share a wholesome look, igniting a loving wink from the vampire to the human girl's nod of respect. 

“I can have any man that I want to

Time and place that I choose to

But I think you know that I would rather be here with you, yeah.”

[xiaq]

Hi, I have a bit of a personal question, so if you don’t want to answer this, I completely understand!! no hard feelings at all! long story short, I’m demisexual, and I just entered my first real relationship. My girlfriend lights me up inside in a way I’ve never experienced before, but being demi I have no sexual or romantic experience and I’m a little stressed about First Times. Do you have any tips on how to relax? Or at least how to be comfortable with that unfamiliar territory? Your little tidbits about your relationship with B really opened my eyes to my own situation, so I thought I’d maybe see if you had any tips for me. Thanks in advance!!

First: Congratulations! That's super exciting!

Second:

Talk 👏 to 👏 her👏 (!!!)

My partner and I talked A LOT before even the slightest hanky-ing of panky-ing occurred. (In fact, our first conversation about it consisted of me telling him I likely would not enjoy sex and wasn't willing to submit myself to things I did not enjoy anymore and him being like, "ok, no sex, then." Which gave me the time and inclination to feel things out further.) So, when I got to a place where I was like, "ok, conceptually, I do actually like the idea of physical intimacy with you, I'm just not sure I'll enjoy it in practice," we kept talking! I told him things I thought he should know about the past experiences I'd had that might color things we did. I told him about how anxious I was because this mattered in a way that was new and scary (because I was in real actual love and, as you might imagine, not handling it well). I let him ask questions and we made a plan to try things slowly in a low-stress, no-expectations kind of way. It was super valuable A. in making me feel like we were approaching an unfamiliar territory together rather than me entering it by myself and B. it apparently eased a lot of my partner's concern that he'd do something to hurt or scare me when he knew what was off-limits, what was ok, and what we'd need to figure out.

I'll be real with you. Our "first time" sucked. I was a nervous wreck. He called things only shortly after they'd started and was like, nope, time to cuddle and watch a movie instead. And the fact that we'd talked about this probably happening, and him confirming the initial promises he'd made that he wouldn't push me, and he wouldn't get mad if nothing sexual actually happened--that made me a lot less nervous during the next attempt. And each time was an improvement until things were, you know, better than I ever could have imagined. Fireworks. Rainbows. The whole 9 yards. It just took a lot of talking to get there.

Also, people seem to think that talking about sex-- test results, dislikes, preferences––is somehow not sexy. But I found it to be the opposite. 1. I love planning things. So knowing what "the plan" is ahead of time is very nice. 2. Talking about an action before trying it out can be... titillating. Let's say.

Anyway. Communicate! If she's as awesome as she sounds, she'll be honored and pleased to tackle the situation with you rather than being a part of the thing that's giving you anxiety.

[kingofpopmj]

you could do a story with Michael Jackson where he is married to Y/N just to please the media and he doesn't really love her that much. However, he respects her even though he gives her a few arrows with nasty words, making her disappointed. Also, if possible, at some point in the bedroom while Y/N is sleeping, Michael appears slightly nervous and when he sees her, he starts kissing her because he misses her touches.... and... maybe a passionate ending smut????please…. thank u😩😙💓

~This is my first smut imagine, so don’t be too hard on me.🙈 I hope you enjoy it! Michael is spicy in this one so read at your own risk. Thank you to the hunni that requested this!

I'll Change The Rules For You

*Michael’s POV*

The heaviness in my heart grew unbearable as I unlocked the front door. The shine of my wedding ring ever so bright as I slowly pushed the door open. I quietly entered the house. It was spotless. The house filled with the smell of a homemade meal. My favorite meal. The distant sound of Y/N humming made me feel everything and nothing all at once. She was- she’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.

I stood in the doorway unable to shut the door behind me just yet. I wanted to be home. It’s just home doesn’t feel much like home lately. I let out a deep sigh before closing the door. There’s no running. I can’t run away. Making my way to the kitchen with small steps I’m greeted with Y/N’s backside. She was bent over putting something in the oven. A normal husband would happily announce his arrival or greet his wife with a kiss, but me- I have no idea what to do.

“Oh my goodness!” Y/N jumped when she finally turned around. “You scared me.”

“I do live here.” I scoffed.

“Of course you live here. I just wasn’t sure what time you’d be home.” She smiled hopefully. “I’m happy to see you.” She moved towards me wrapping her arms around me. When I didn’t reciprocate the gesture her arms fell to her sides. The look of defeat plastered across her face.

“I’m gonna go take care of some things.”

“Wait.” She gently held my arm stopping my abrupt exit. “I made dinner. I thought we could eat together. Maybe have a movie night?” Again, she smiled. It was full of love and optimism. I couldn’t stand the feeling in my chest, but still I held my ground.

“I’ll pass.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being this way.” It came out as a whisper, but I heard it. I heard her sadness. I felt her despair.

“You don’t understand a lot.” I snapped.

“We used to be friends.” She looked up at me with watery eyes and in that moment I hated myself.

“We are what we are. That’s it.”

“What are we?”

“We are legally bound to one another.” I said with a shrug. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.

“You make it sound so-“

“I make it sound like what it is!” Y/N jumped back at my sudden outburst. She looked terrified- terrified of me.

“Why do you have to be so mean?” Her voice laced with pain. “You asked me to do this for you and I did because you promised me nothing would change.”

“I’m not being mean! It’s not my fault you’re a dimwit that can’t understand simple concepts! You keep acting like this perfect little housewife. It’s too much! You are too much! We did this to get the world off my back, yet somehow you’ve managed to screw that up! It’s exhausting being your husband- your fake husband!”

“I gave up my whole life because my friend asked me- no begged me to help him. I couldn’t be anything else but Michael Jackson’s wife. You knew that. I had to abandon my family, my friends, my job. Everything. I know this isn’t real, I know we aren’t real, but I still thought you were worth it. I tried to make this strange situation as comfortable as possible, but you are determined to hurt me. To break me.”

“Y/N-” I stopped when she put her hand up shaking her head slowly. She untied the apron from around her waist placing it on the counter.

“Dinner is on the table. I made the cake you like. It’s in the oven- just take it out when the timer goes off.” She spoke softly before leaving the kitchen forcing me to watch her walk away- walk away from me. It seemed inevitable.

She doesn’t deserve this.

I don’t deserve her.

I took my seat at the table unable to eat anything. After how I treated Y/N, I deserved the loss of appetite and more. I stared at the spread in front of me, which only made me feel worse. She did so much for me. She does so much for me. The kitchen timer went off reminding me of the cake in the oven. I walked over to take it out. She really did all of this for me. She’s the best person in my life. The only one I can truly trust and I’m going to lose her.

Two hours have gone by since Y/N left. I knew she fell apart after how I spoke to her. She felt safe in our bedroom, so I knew that were she was. I desperately wanted to see her- hold her- be with her. I knew the shame would become insufferable the moment I looked into her eyes. Even with that understanding, I couldn’t stay away from her. The effect she has on me is something I don’t think I’ll ever fully comprehend.

Another forty-five minutes went by before I mustered up the courage to leave the kitchen. I found myself struggling to proceed when I reached the bottom of the staircase. I need to make this right. I need to fix this. I need Y/N.

As I reached to top of the staircase I see the bedroom door is closed, but as I twisted the knob I was thankful it wasn’t locked. My eyes scanned the room unable to find Y/N. The bed was made without a crease in sight. The only source of light illuminating from the bathroom. I rushed over hoping to find her braiding her hair in front of the mirror or massaging her face with that lotion she loved so much. It smelled like peonies, her favorite flower. The more time that passed without any trace of Y/N the more empty I felt. I was starting to feel worried, but mostly confused.

The closet was the last place to check. Nothing could prepare me for how broken I’d feel once I pushed that door open. The hangers were empty on Y/N’s side of the closet. Her suitcases littered the floor half full of her belongings. She was curled up into a ball on the tiny couch I got her for our first anniversary. It’s from France. She fell in love with the soft velvet fabric and I knew I had to surprise her with it. I still remember the smile on her face. She was so touched. She was so happy. Ironic, how easily- how quickly I tarnished that happiness. When I realized she was asleep I moved closer. Her tear stained cheeks broke my heart further. The pain in my chest growing by the second.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered kneeling down to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. Unable to take my eyes off of her I gently took her hand in mine- her left hand. I admired the ring on her finger remembering the proposal, the smile on her face, the joy that filled my heart and the love between us. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered again leaving kisses on her hand.

“Y/N?” I said softly trying to wake her up without scaring her. Her eyes remained shut as she instinctively snuggled into my hand that rested against her cheek. I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her face in my hands as I left tender kisses all over face.

“Michael?” Y/N sat up looking at me bewildered.

“I’m so sorry.” She avoided looking into my eyes. “Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

“You act like you hate me.” She murmured staring down at our entangled hands.

“I don’t.” I began kissing her hand slowly traveling up her arm, shoulder and neck.

“Michael.” Y/N pulled away finally meeting my eyes. “You can’t bombard me with kisses and think that erases all the bad.”

“I know. I know. Y/N, I love you.”

“You can’t just say that and not mean it or act like it.”

“When I asked you to marry me as a favor I didn’t necessarily think it through.”

“What do you mean?”

“We loved each other as friends. I thought it would stay that way. It didn’t. Not for me. You promised me five years of marriage. On our third anniversary, I asked you for an extra five more and you obliged. You agreed to ten whole years as my wife.”

“I knew it would help you, so of course I said yes.”

“We’re just about to hit the five year mark and the thought of eventually having to let you go terrifies me. I asked for five more years because I don’t want to be without you.” I leaned in before she could respond and kissed her. I kissed her like I meant it. I kissed her like how I’ve been desperately wanting to for so long. Desperately, I pulled her to sit on top of me guiding her hips as I brought her down to my lap.

“What about the rules? No sex.”

“Those were impossible rules to follow. An idiot created those rules.” I say brushing her hair behind her shoulder and sinking my face into her neck. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I mentally kicked myself for denying myself of this pleasure sooner.

“Calling yourself an idiot there rule maker?” She questioned rolling her eyes and giggling. Oh, that sound. I love that sound.

“I think I deserve it, don’t you?” She shrugged in response. I pulled her closer, so close her body moulded to mine. “You’re my wife. I want to do this the right way. I want to do it all with you. I want this to be real.”

“Real?”

“I don’t want to push you away anymore. I want to bury myself in you.” I whispered in her ear as she took a deep breath. “Let me bury myself inside of you.” I purred against her sweet lips. My hands slowly traveled from her hips to her waist taking in every curve. I dragged my fingers just below her breasts to unbutton her shirt. I slid it down her arms leaving trails of goosebumps on her skin. I knew by the uneven rise and fall of her beautiful chest she wanted me just as badly.

“Please.” She said breathlessly tearing my shirt off and throwing it across the room.

Y/N’s head fell back as I kissed her neck, sucking down on the sensitive skin. Her fingers laced in between the strands of my hair as she kept me close. She rolled her hips against mine painfully slow as she met my gaze. The look in her eyes was more than enough to send me over the edge. She continued and I was could feel myself lose control. Y/N stopped without warning sensing my predicament. I held her hips with such force I’m certain she’d be covered with bruises. I want her. I need her to move- to move faster, but she refused to give me what I wanted. She was going to make me beg- and I would- I will. A seductive smirk covered her face. She enjoyed teasing me.

“I need you.” I panted trying to compose myself.

“I know.” She whispered in my ear unaware of just how much I worshipped her. She left wet kisses down my neck and chest as she pushed me until my back met the rug. I gawked at her unable to form any words. Unable to do anything but follow her every move.

She made me so weak.

I watched as she unzipped my pants sliding them down my legs.

She looked deep into my eyes as she removed my boxers.

I was so lost in her eyes that being completely naked in front of her didn’t register. The only thing on my mind was her.

The immense feeling of emptiness took over me as Y/N stood letting her panties fall to the ground.

I extended my arms folding them behind my head as I admired the view. She smiled bashfully before returning to her place- on top of me. Oh how I loved this view.

I reached out touching her anywhere-everywhere. I never thought anything would feel so good. Look so good. Taste so good.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, holding onto my shoulders lowering herself onto me.

I could feel everything.

I love the way she feels. I never want to go without her again. I’m hooked.

Her warmth tightened around me as she took me in deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut adjusting to me. The sound of my name falling from her lips only fueled my neediness.

My eyes rolling back at the sensation of her. I’ve missed out on this for too long. I glanced down at our connected bodies before quickly flipping us over. I settled in between her legs. I needed to be on top of her. I needed more. My hand traveled up her outer thighs and I took the opportunity to wrap her legs around me.

“You feel so- so good.” I lowered myself to meet her lips once again as I began to thrust into her. She interlocked her ankles behind my back pulling me in deeper each time.

“Faster!” Her voice was full of lust and it drove me wild. “Michael! Please!”

“Y/N!”

The room filled with the overwhelming sound of us satisfying one another. She brought something out in me I couldn’t explain. I licked and sucked on every part of her glorious body. Each moment better than the last.

She kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. Her lips so soft. Her tongue so sweet. Kissing her came natural to me. Kissing her made me feel alive. Kissing her was like breathing. I needed it to live. I needed her to live.

“I’m going to-“ I felt myself release inside of her. The sting of Y/N’s fingernails dragging down the length of my back adding to my pleasure. We were both panting, but insistent on staying connected. Insistent on burying myself inside of her over and over again.

“Please!” Her lustful cries echoed off the walls as she clenched around me. Watching her come undone made me want to do this- do her all night- every night.

“Michael!” I collapsed on top of her resting my head on her voluminous chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She began laughing uncontrollably. I looked up at her seeing a genuine smile gracing her face.

“What is it?”

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She sheepishly covered her face and I immediately pulled her hands into mine. Forcing her to look at me.

“I wish we had done it sooner.” I smiled kissing her deeply.

“The floor was fun.. Can we maybe try a couch or a mattress next time?”

“Next time?” I moved sliding my arms under her neck and legs lifting her up and walking out of the closet into our bedroom. I laid her on the bed gently spreading her legs with the tips of my fingers. “Who said I was done with you?” I chuckled leaning down kissing her inner thighs.

“Michael! Oh my-”

“Relax, I’ve got you baby.”

[pascaloverx]

Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance. I would appreciate it if those who enjoy the fanfic could leave a comment and like (kudos). Engagement helps me know that there are still people reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter ❤

SEVEN NINE

EIGHT

Your eyes open slowly as you regain consciousness. You're in a hospital room, the first thing you notice. Your body seems to have no visible marks indicating you were in a car accident. It must have been strange explaining that to the medical staff, you assume. You feel better, though a slight headache still lingers. You notice the scent of several people in the air of your hospital room. You've had multiple visitors, it seems. One peculiar smell catches your attention—the scent of the feminine perfume you smelled on Edward before the accident. You get up, removing some of the wires connected to you. You wanted to be sure of something you suspected. As soon as you leave the hospital room, leaving behind the beeping hospital machines, you find yourself in an almost empty corridor. You walk to the hospital's waiting area, where those waiting to see a patient stay. When you arrive, you see exactly what you expected. Edward, Jacob, and a woman you can only assume is Bella. She is sitting between them, resting her head on Edward's shoulder.

"Y/N…" Jacob is the first to notice your presence. He looks worried as he quickly stands up to help you stay on your feet. You smile faintly at Jacob, relieved that he's there. You can only imagine how hard it would be to see Edward and his love together without Jacob's presence.

"I don't want to be rude, but without beating around the bush, I'd like you all to leave. Thanks for your concern, but none of you need to stay here." You're holding back tears as you say this, looking into the eyes of Edward, Bella, and Jacob.

"I'm not leaving you alone." Both Edward and Jacob say as they look at you, a bit indignant. You smile weakly but with a certain anger inside you.

"It might have seemed like a suggestion, but it was an ultimatum. Leave or I will take both of you out of here myself. I may be hurt, but I have enough strength to deal with both of you. Now, don't keep poor Bella waiting. Go." You say, looking seriously at Edward, and it seems that he and Jacob understand what's bothering you.

"I'll respect your wishes, for now. But I'll be back tomorrow; the doctor said it will probably be your discharge day, and I'll come to get you. My dad would kill me if I didn't take care of a member of my pack." Jacob speaks softly, as if he truly wants to respect your wishes. He kisses your forehead, then gives you a quick hug. Then, he leaves the hospital. Bella follows him. She's kind enough to notice that her presence isn't making things easier.

"I won't leave. I want to explain myself to you, my love." Edward says, looking at you as if you have no reason to be angry with him. You look at him with a certain anger but ignore him. You walk back to the room at a faster pace than recommended, feeling a bit dizzy when you enter. Fortunately, Edward doesn't follow you.

"Why do you make everything so complicated?" you say as you close the door and take a deep breath, initially intending to ask yourself. But you can sense that Edward, using his vampire abilities, has entered your hospital room.

"I wish I could simplify things. Make it clear that I am not the person you think I am being," Edward says, stepping through the window of your room. You continue looking at the door, perhaps out of fear of what you might feel when you turn to look into Cullen's eyes to talk.

"Vampires must have some hearing problem. I was extremely specific when I asked you to leave. Yet, you're still here. Why is it so difficult to listen to me, Mr. Cullen?" you say, somewhat angry and in a bad mood. The formal tone should indicate your lack of interest in having a discussion with Edward at the moment.

"Turning me away won’t work this time. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Yell at me, accuse me of being disloyal, hit me, but don’t try to make me leave," Edward says, as you feel him approaching while you keep your back turned to him. When his hands touch the exposed part of your back, you shiver. It’s impossible to control the immediate reflex of turning around to face him.

"Should I act like you, saying I want to be with you but secretly get involved with Jacob? That would be better, right? Is that what you want?" you say, looking into Edward's eyes. Part of you feels unjust for being so angry with him. After all, he’s betrayed Bella with you at least twice. But what right does he have to toy with you?

"I know I'm doing everything wrong. Hurting you; her, and everyone around us. Breakups are more complicated than they seem. My family still believes that she and I should be together. But I'm trying to show how important you are to me." He holds your face with both hands, making you let out a soft moan from the cold of his hands touching your warm skin.

"Maybe you shouldn’t break up with her. Our relationship might never really work out anyway. An unknown woman tried to kill me after you chose to hide from me that you were at a reconciliation dinner with your ex. Obviously, this is fate’s invisible hand saying enough." You realize what you must do while trying to convince yourself that saying goodbye to your relationship with Edward is the right choice.

"About that woman, you can be sure she'll pay for it. But I don't see how being with Bella would solve any of this mess." Edward moves even closer to you, almost as if he's going to kiss you. You shake your head, pushing the need for more contact with Edward from your mind, but your body still wants him near, that damn it.

"Do you know who that woman is? She seemed to have a personal issue with you…" The way Edward hesitates in telling you right away makes you suspicious.

"Victoria is a malevolent vampire whose boyfriend tried to harm Bella. This was early in my story with Bella. Victoria's boyfriend died because of us. This might have left her with a thirst for revenge." Edward says, and you let out a small laugh. You're in the hospital because Edward played the hero and saved his damsel in distress, which is just perfect.

"Is that why you want me around? So I can be the punching bag instead of your beloved Bella? After all, I heal faster than any human. Makes sense." You say, mocking the situation as if it's all just a joke. The funniest part is that it would indeed be the perfect scenario to ensure Bella doesn't get hurt. Making you, a lovesick fool, pay the price for something that isn't even your fault.

"I know you're hurt, but that accusation is unfounded. I've loved you for over five years. I would give my life, even if it's an immortal one, for you. You may belittle or not recognize that, but accusing me of using you is too much. Even if you don't believe that I'm committed to you, believe in my love." Edward says, pulling your face towards his. Before you can respond, he kisses you. With a deep intensity, as if declaring his feelings through the kiss.But you pull away from him after a few minutes. Your eyes already full of tears as you choke back the sobs that are caught in your throat.

"I can't believe you. Not entirely. I can't imagine for even a second that you've removed Bella from your mind, or your heart. One thing I know is that you love intensely, Edward Cullen. And for once, I need to protect myself. I don't want to be constantly wondering if your relationship with Bella is or will be greater than ours. I don't want to steal what's hers, and as much as it hurts to say this, at the moment, that's what you seem to be to me." You manage to hold back your tears until you admit that you feel Edward belongs to Bella. That seems to break something inside you. Edward also seems to feel the impact of your words.

"It's funny that you feel that way. Since you returned to this town, I feel like I’ve been nothing but yours. My existence seems to make more sense when I’m with you. But I don’t think my words will convince you not to push me out of your life for the thousandth time. And honestly, I think this only proves even more that you're more afraid of being mine than you admit." Edward says and then leaves, this time using the door. It’s almost impossible to say that what he told you didn’t affect you. And after all this, you still had to endure your doctor appearing in your hospital room minutes after Edward’s departure. You would like to be eager to leave the hospital and return to your life, but to be honest, your life is a mess, and even though you don’t want to admit it, you already miss Edward.

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Intention

Plot: Eric has always been protective of you, he's your best-friend, so of course he is, it comes with the territory, right? But once he interrupts another one of your dates, you start to wonder if it might be something else entirely.

Pairing: Eric | Sohn Youngjae x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/n. A couple kisses towards the end.

Words: 2.8k

There was coincidence and then there was intention. Something you were starting to understand the difference between.

A coincidence is when you run into your friend during a date once.

A coincidence is not when you run into that friend every time you were on a date.

Your eyes flicked back and forth from the man in front of you and to the door where you swore you saw a familiar head of hair outside of the restaurant. Looking around and seeing no sign of Eric, you let out a soft breath. It must just be your imagination.

Or the trauma perhaps, of Eric somehow always ending up at your dates.

The first time, you thought it really was a coincidence. He, Juyeon and Jacob showed up “by chance” and saw you. The date became something else entirely when they decided to join you. You never went on another date with that guy.

The second time, Eric called you in the middle of your date for an emergency, which, once you arrived at his place in a frenzy, turned out to be him losing his laptop charger and wanting to borrow yours.

The reasons your dates always got cut short varied. Eric got stranded and needed a ride, he wanted some Italian and happened to go to the same restaurant as you. He and Changmin wanted to go to the arcade for the third time this week, it just so happened it was the same one you were with a date at.

You decided that Eric was doing it on purpose. But, not for the reason you wanted. Not because you wanted him to be jealous, but simply because he was protective of you. Like a sibling, a brother that wanted to make sure you never dated.

You hated it. You didn’t want Eric to protect you like a sibling, it only made your hidden feelings for him feel more pathetic.

So, whenever you had a date now, you didn’t tell Eric, hell you didn’t tell any of the boys, knowing they would let it slip to Eric anyways.

This was your third date with the guy in front of you, Sunghoon. He was cute, and nice, and you were comfortable about him. But that was it. There were no sparks, no desires. You told yourself you would have three dates with him, and if there was nothing there by the third, you would accept it. It was disappointing to say the least.

Nodding along to his story, your eyes had naturally moved to the door as someone entered. Your heart jolted as goosebumps rose up your arms. It really was Eric. But how did he know you were here? He had no idea you had been on a few dates with this guy, let alone that you had one tonight. So how did he find you? There was no way it was actually a coincidence.

As Eric’s eyes met yours he paused before he smiled. You saw a sheepishness to the action that made you realize you were probably giving him a look that could kill.

Sunghoon paused, “What’s wrong?”

Looking back at him you cleared your throat. “Oh sorry, just saw my friend come in.”

“Oh?” Looking around, Sunghoon’s eyes fell on Eric as he walked towards your table.

Eric grinned as he approached, “Y/n!” He greeted, as you eyed him suspiciously.

Eric introduced himself to Sunghoon as he sat in the seat beside you. “Wha- why are you sitting?”

Eric looked at you with an innocent smile, “Huh? Can’t I?”

You looked between him and Sunghoon, “Eric, we’re- we’re on a date.”

Eric opened his mouth in realization, and you could tell it was fake. He already knew. This was on purpose.

Looking at Sunghoon he chuckled, “Oops. Sorry. But, hey, it’s a good time to introduce myself, right?”

As you took a drink of water, your chest tightening, you missed the subtle glaring look Eric gave Sunghoon. Sunghoon rose his brow in confusion at the sudden look of murder thrown his way.

As Sunghoon tried to save the moment, he asked Eric if he was here to have dinner with friends.

Eric just smiled and shook his head. "No, I was just walking by and saw you guys. So I thought I'd say hi, maybe get some food while I'm here."

Pulling out your phone, you texted Eric, knowing you couldn't confront him in front of Sunghoon.

'I know you already went to dinner with the boys, so why are you really here?'

Eric stole your glass of water and took a drink as he checked his phone under the table. You could see him replying as you tried to talk to Sunghoon again. You might not care if nothing happens after this date, but you felt bad for the situation Eric put him in.

'I just wanted to make sure this guy was worth your time. You seem to like him enough to keep your dates a secret.'

As you read the text you spared a glance at Eric, seeing the annoyance that your secret caused.

'I kept it a secret because you always do this. How did you find out anyways?'

"Did you want to get dessert Sunghoon?" You asked innocently.

He smiled and nodded as he checked over the menu.

"I'll have the brownie." Eric added with a smile and you stared at him.

Sunghoon hesitated briefly. "Yeah sure." He smiled, obviously feeling awkward.

Looking at the text reply you sighed internally.

'Nari told me about it.'

You expected one of the boys to tell Eric about your date, which is why you kept it a secret. But your best friend knarking? You did not expect that.

Another text came in and you felt your heart jolt.

'He seems kind of boring, why would you choose him? You should have just come here with me.'

The restaurant you were at was a well known date and couple spot. Why would you come with Eric?

"I'm gonna use the bathroom." You said as you stood up, Sunghoon smiled and nodded.

Eric grinned up at you as if he was innocent in this situation. You spared him a quick glare before heading to the rest room.

Something in his text showed jealousy, but you weren't sure if you were overthinking. Taking a few minutes to gather your thoughts, and thinking of a way to save your date, or at least end it easily, you finally headed back to the table.

You noted the obvious difference in the atmosphere between the two boys, and you immedietely regretted leaving. You gave Eric a look but he avoided your gaze.

'Oh God what did he do?' You thought to yourself as you sat down.

Sunghoon cleared his throat, "I'm sorry Y/n, but something came up." He shook the phone in his hand. "I have to go. But I'll text you later okay? I'll pay the bill on the way out, so don't worry about it."

He spared Eric a glance after this comment as he stood, and something told you, you would not be getting that text.

"Oh, okay, thank you. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah just a small family emergency. I'm sorry again."

After he left the restaurant, silence lingered between you and Eric for a moment before you turned towards him.

"What did you say to him?"

Eric looked at you with a raised brow, "What? I didn't do anything!"

Which of course was a lie.

As soon as you were out of ear shot Eric gave Sunghoon a sly smile as Sunghoon swallowed nervously.

"You don't have a chance."

Sunghoon stared at Eric for a second before scoffing. "And why's that?"

"Three dates and I never heard about you. Must mean Y/n's not interested."

"Why would they tell you anything?"

"We're best-friends."

Sunghoon leaned back in his seat. "Something tells me you don't want to be."

Eric smiled and leaned back as well. "You're right. Me and Y/n are meant to be together, so I recommend you back off."

Sunghoon almost laughed. "Sure you aren't a bit delusional? If you were meant to be, wouldn't you be together by now?"

"You don't need to worry about that. All you need to know, is that you aren't worthy of even breathing in Y/n direction."

Before Sunghoon could retaliate, Eric continued. "What's Y/n's favorite color? Favorite band? Favorite food? Fears? Dreams? When you look at Y/n, do you picture your future together?"

Sunghoon let out a bewildered scoff. "Dude we've only been on three dates."

Eric leaned forward, putting his arms on the table. "Exactly. Yet, I knew the answer to all of those things after knowing Y/n for three days. You don't have a chance in hell dude. Not with me around. So I suggest you drop whatever this is while you can."

Sunghoon sighed, seeing you walking back to the table, he decided as much as he liked your company, it wasn't worth it. Grabbing his phone he cleared his throat.

Eric struggled to keep back his shit-eating grin as Sunghoon excused himself and left.

And now as you stared him down, knowing he did something, he could barely resist smiling proudly.

Sighing, you stood up as Eric followed, feeling a bit guilty as he noticed the disappointed look on your face. You weren't actually into that guy were you?

Once you got outside, you started to head towards your car, ignoring Eric as he followed right behind you.

"Did you really like him?"

Spinning around, Eric stumbled back, surprised.

"How did you even get here?"

Eric spoke sheepishly, "Hyunjae gave me a ride. Can you drop me back off?" He gave you a puppy-dog smile and you sighed softly.

"I should leave you on the sidewalk."

"But you wont...you wont right?"

Turning away you headed towards your car and Eric jogged to catch up.

"Come on Y/n, that guy was totally not worth your effort."

You stopped and faced him once again. "And how would you know that? Did you even catch his name?"

"Yeah, it was Sung...Sung-something."

You rolled your eyes. "Eric, why do you keep doing this?"

"Did you actually like him?" Eric asked again, ignoring your question.

You opened your mouth but closed it again letting out a sigh. "You are lucky I didn't because if I did and you pulled that shit again I would not be talking to you at all right now."

Eric felt relief wash over him, "Well then I did you a favor didn't I?"

"A favor? Eric you embarrassed me. At this point I'll end up alone forever because of you."

Eric pouted. "No you wont, you have me. You'll always have me."

You sighed, feeling your heart cracking a little. He would never understand.

“I’m talking about a relationship Eric, not a friendship. Its not the same.” You turned to unlocked your car as Eric spoke.

“It can be.”

You were about to respond before you paused, thinking about his words again. Turning back you looked at him with a confused gaze.

“What?”

He swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest, “It can be the same. It can be a relationship.”

Your words got stuck in your throat as your thoughts seemed to vanish. Finally finding your voice, you shook your head in bewilderment. “Wh- wait I’m confused.”

Eric sighed as he took a step closer to you, gently grabbed your arms as he stared you down.

“I don’t chase off all your suitors because I see you as a sibling Y/n. I do it because I’ve been in love with you for years.”

His words stunned you into silence as you stared at him. All this time you thought it was because he saw you as family. And now he just told you it wasn't that? That you were wrong, all this time?

All this time you spent forcing yourself on dates, hoping one day you would find someone that would make you forget your unrequited feelings. Unrequited feelings you were apparently wrong about.

“You- you’re in love with me?”

He let out a soft sigh as he nodded. You might not feel the same, he knew that. This might jeopardize your friendship, he knew that too. But you had to know. He couldn't keep living every day with this pain in his heart.

“Yes. And, even if I can't be with you. I hate the idea of letting anyone else have you. And I was afraid you would never want me like that, so, I decided to just…sabotage any chance you had with someone else. “

As the words left his mouth he felt guilt wash over him. Was he really keeping you from being happy? Would you hate him now? He avoided your eyes as he let go of your arms, wondering if this was the last time he would really be close with you.

You could see both the sincerity of his words on his face, and the guilt at his admission of why he always ruined your possible relationships.

“You should have told me sooner Eric.” He met your eyes, and you continued. “We could have avoided all of it.”

His chest tightened. “All of what?”

Your heart was pounding painfully as you felt short of breath. “Thinking our love was unrequited.”

Your words ran through Eric's brain a few times before he really seemed to process them. “Our love?”

You nod softly, as you struggled to find your breath. “I've been in love with you for years too Eric.”

The two of you stared each other down for a moment as Eric processes what you said. All this time, you felt the same.

"Then...why go on these dates?"

You let out a sad chuckle. "So I could get over you."

He let out a breath of realization before he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you into his chest. You grunted in surprise as you now rested your head in the crook of his neck.

You could feel his pounding heart as his breath was uneven. He spoke into your ear, desperation and excitement in his voice.

“Say you meant it, say you’re not joking.”

You smiled softly, “I mean it Eric. Its not a joke.”

He pulled away from you and stared at you intensely, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Do you mean it?” You asked.

He nodded as the faint smile turned into a grin as he cupped your face in his hands.

“I mean it.”

Your smile mirrored his own as he let out a happy giggle. His eyes scanned your face before lingering on your lips. You felt your ears and neck burn hotter.

"I've always wanted to kiss you." He met your eyes. "Can I?"

You bit the inside of your lip nervously as you nodded.

Grinning he gently pulled your face closer as he leaned in. Your lips brushed together as his eyes stayed locked with yours. Slowly you closed your eyes as he smiled just as his lips met yours.

He was still for a second as the moment sank in, before he slowly started to move his lips with yours. His fingers gripped your face a little tighter as he struggled to contain himself.

Moving his hands down to your waist, he pulled you closer to him as he gave in a little and deepened the kiss.

Your whole body seemed to tingle and feel light as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning deeper into the kiss. Eric let out a involuntary sigh at this as his grip tightened and he deepened the kiss further.

You don't know how long you got lost in the embrace, but finally pulling apart to catch your breath your eyes caught before you both broke into grins. Eric let out a soft chuckle as he gently caressed your cheek.

"I really do love you Y/n. I'm sorry it took me this long to tell you."

You felt almost overwhelmed as you smiled softly at him. "And I really do love you too Eric. I could have said something too. I think we were both just afraid to ruin our friendship."

Eric wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer again as he smiled at you. "I think so too. But hey, now our friendship isn't ruined, its just upgraded."

You giggled, "You're right."

He kissed you again, smiling into your lips. Pulling away he let out a sigh as he hugged you tightly.

"Now I get to be the only one to take you on dates."

You smiled as you rested your head on his chest. "Good. You owe me a few anyway after the ones you ruined."

Eric blew a raspberry and you chuckled. "Ruined, please. I'll take you on better dates than those guy's ever could."

"Oh yeah?"

He nodded as he rested his head against yours. "Just watch."

As you giggled softly Eric chuckled, swaying slightly as he held you against him. He'll do whatever he needs to, to prove that he was right. You really were meant to be with him.

xx End xx

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THE BEST OF DANIEL BRÜHL

It’s dumb, honestly.

You get this seemingly brilliant idea of turning to foreign films so you’re forced to read subtitles and focus—a problem you’ve been noticing of late—but in doing so, you end up with a more destructive distraction.

“Who’s that guy, again? The one in all those international productions?” That’s how I found myself on my Daniel Brühl marathon-turned-obsession.

It was his role as the cute Nazi in Inglorious Basterds that first put him on my radar. Over the years, I would see him in The Fifth Estate, Burnt, Woman in Gold, The Zookeeper’s Wife, and The King’s Man. Midway through All Quiet on the Western Front, I was like, “All this needs is that German actor…” and I had to chuckle when he later appeared on screen. I also checked out the first season of The Alienist because I was intrigued by what he and Dakota Fanning as leads would do with such a spooky-looking show.

Adorable as he was in his breakout role in Good Bye, Lenin!, it was his performance in the critically-acclaimed Rush that caused me to spiral. Similar to when Benedict Cumberbatch took on the modern version of Sherlock, it was like seeing Brühl with new eyes. His playful take on Helmut Zemo in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier was the final nail in the coffin. I don’t imagine it’s all too different from what Tom Hiddleston did to fans of Marvel as Loki.

I’m actually at the tail-end of this obsession now that I’ve seen everything I can get a hold of—around 39 films, two TV shows, a documentary, a music video, countless interviews, a bunch of ads, and a handful of fan cuts—but he has a lot of works worth recommending so I thought I would share them on here. This will mostly be a subjective list with priority on projects I found most interesting which showcase his range best. Like, I enjoyed The Bourne Ultimatum but he was on screen for a total of 2 minutes so I wouldn’t include that here.

RUSH (2013) This biographical sports film written by Peter Morgan—the man behind The Crown—centers on the rivalry between Formula One drivers James Hunt and Niki Lauda in the 70s. Not a fan of F1 or sports in general. I have nothing against either, just zero interest. But this character-driven film, much like Ford vs Ferrari, had me at the edge of my seat the entire ride. And it surprisingly has one of the best meet-cutes—and accidental wingmen—I’ve seen yet.

Brühl delivers an Oscar-worthy performance in this role. For someone who needed a lot of convincing he could do the character justice, he truly went above and beyond. For one, he befriended and studied Lauda, the iconic F1 figure he was portraying. No easy feat considering Lauda being, well… Lauda. In interviews, Brühl recounts the story of the memorable invite he got from Lauda to meet in Vienna. This would be their first meeting and Lauda told Brühl outright that he should only bring hand luggage so he can piss off if they don’t like each other.

He would end up staying a few days and buying additional clothes.

He also spent a month in Vienna to nail the accent, making sure to capture the arrogance and irony innate to it. And although he got driver training for the role, he also considered the tiniest details like which went on first: helmet or gloves? There was also the tricky business of looking graceful entering a tiny F1 car—a bigger challenge for Chris Hemsworth who plays Hunt—but an obstacle all the same.

All the hard work paid off. It was well-received by audiences, critics, and the F1 world. The first time Lauda saw the film he went, “Holy shit, that’s really me”. Lauda’s friends thought he did voiceover work for it. Director Ron Howard was so pleased with Brühl’s performance that he went out of his way to show an unfinished cut of the movie to the producers of The Fifth Estate (2013). This gracious act would land Brühl the co-lead role opposite Benedict Cumberbatch.

GOOD BYE, LENIN! (2003) Can't tell if it's just because the two films have the same composer and were created around the same time, but this tragicomedy set in East Germany reminded me so much of my beloved Amélie. This is definitely more dramatic and political but it has that same mix of whimsy, heart, and charm. With its budget, it was meant to be an indie film, but the story of a son who would recreate a faux-socialist world to keep his mother alive captured the heartstrings of audiences, not just in Germany but also worldwide. Brühl plays the son and his success with this film was a double-edged sword: although it would open doors for him internationally, he would also be typecast as the “nice guy” in his home country.

INGLORIOUS BASTERDS (2009) This has one of the best, most intense opening sequences in all of cinema… and one of the greatest villains. In this wild alternate universe from Quentin Tarantino, he rewrites the ending of World War II. It’s the right balance of dark, hilarious, and entertaining—my favorite from the auteur’s works. Here Brühl plays a cute and charming Nazi, which is very confusing to the senses.

Aside from Brühl, it was also my first introduction to Christoph Waltz, Michael Fassbender, and Melanie Laurent—all fantastic European actors who’ve crossed over to Hollywood after the success of this movie. “Crossing over” seems ubiquitous now but, at that time, giving most of the lead roles to then relatively unknown actors must have been a risk. But for this, it was necessary. Language plays a huge part in this trilingual film and casting native speakers grounded it in authenticity. Tarantino originally had Leonardo di Caprio in mind to play Hans Landa. Whether he meant for him to learn German or to speak English with a German accent, who knows. Either way, it’s safe to say that would have been a different film.

THE EDUKATORS / DIE FETTEN JAHRE SIND VORBEI (2004) This anti-capitalist film, which has become a cult classic, captures the spirit, idealism, recklessness, and angst of young revolutionaries who just want a better world. Where one stands on the measures taken, or even their sentiment, can be considered a litmus test. With or without reference to this quote from the movie—“Under 30 and not liberal, no heart. Over 30 and still liberal, no brain.”—is up to the viewer.

There needs to be a suspension of disbelief for the series of events that takes place but the setting is necessary for the clash of worlds to happen. It’s not a perfect movie but the issues they debate about in length… they’re still discussions we’re having nearly 20 years later.

p.s. this has my favorite behind-the-scenes of all of Brühl’s projects. Though he hasn’t lost his sense of humor, he seems to have become more reserved as he got older. HERE, at this period in his life, he’s a total goofball bordering on loose cannon.

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) Though I’ve enjoyed quite a few MCU movies, I’m not invested in the universe at all, so watching this wasn’t a priority. In fact, I was ready to settle on YouTube compilations made by devoted fans of all the scenes Brühl was in. Upon seeing clips, however, I got intrigued by his character so I still ended up watching the miniseries and also Captain America: Civil War (2016).

Both were better than I expected. Civil War is more serious, while TFATWS is more playful, but both face relevant issues along with formidable foes. Brühl’s villain in Helmut Zemo is fascinating because he tears the mighty Avengers apart with mere patience, fury, and intelligence… and his motivations are understandable. He lets his character loose in TFATWS—at one point, on the dance floor—and it’s magnificent. His mission is still the same, but this time he does it with a lot of charm, humor, and fabulous Sokovian style. A Turkish delight, personified.

ME AND KAMINSKI / ICH UND KAMINSKI (2015) Brühl’s Sebastian Zöllner is a repulsive and sleazy journalist who has greasy hair and wears too much cologne but I can’t get enough of his chaotic energy. His magnum opus is hitched on a legendary artist dying and his fantasy is to turn the orphaned daughter into a sugar mommy. It’s all kinds of messed up but he plays the hell out of the smarmy dirtbag so it’s a lot of fun. This is Brühl’s second collaboration with Wolfgang Becker, who directed Good Bye, Lenin! Daniel Kehlmann, the writer whose eponymous book this film was based on, would later write Brühl’s directorial debut, Nebenan.

NO REGRETS / NICHTS BEUREUEN (2001) This is reminiscent of the slightly problematic but highly enjoyable teen comedies and coming-of-age films of the 90s. It’s like an edgier Can’t Hardly Wait: boy goes through cringe-worthy measures to get the girl he’s long been pining for, his two closest pals have nothing but dumb advice to offer, yet he still ends up on the path to self-discovery. It’s awkward, chaotic, frustrating, and beautiful—but such is adolescence.

Brühl and his co-star Jessica Schwarz fall in love on the set of this film. And although they would break up years later, the tenderness between their scenes together is palpable and there’s something rather bittersweet about seeing that captured in perpetuity.

For a more straightforward rom-com, he has Lila, Lila (2009). It’s about a guy who passes off a manuscript as his own to impress a girl and the hilarity that follows. It’s on YouTube for those who need a fun and light watch.

THE ALIENIST (2018 – 2020) Based on the novel of the same name, this moody psychological thriller set in late 19th century New York follows a psychiatrist—then called an Alienist—who investigates a series of grisly murders with methods still considered new and controversial at that time, such as psychology and fingerprinting. He gets by with a little help from his friends, John Moore, an illustrator for the New York Times, and Sara Howard, a society woman who works in the NYPD.

In the lead role of Dr. Laszlo Kreizler, Brühl plays the dark, complex, and mysterious Alienist whose study of mental pathologies and deviant behaviors reveals much of himself and his past.

LESSONS OF A DREAM / DER GANZ GROßE TRAUM (2011) This film is loosely based on Konrad Koch, an educator and pioneer who brought football to Germany in the late 19th century. In the movie, the sport is used as a means to pique students’ interest in the English language and culture—both considered barbaric by the Germans at that time. A heartwarming tale of a teacher who overcomes insurmountable odds and inspires students along the way, it’s the German equivalent of Dead Poet’s Society.

ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (2022) This story, the third adaptation of the 1929 novel, “Im Westen nichts Neues”, conveys the futility of war like no other. There aren't as many films on World War I as there are on World War II, fewer ones that tell it from a German perspective, so this is doubly unique in that regard. Powerful watch but 10/10 not like to relive it again. Apart from producing it with his company, Amusement Park, Brühl plays Matthias Erzberger, the German State Secretary who pushes for armistice talks with the Allied forces.

An ideal companion watch to this would be Joyeux Noël / Merry Christmas (2005), another WWI movie Brühl stars in, which depicts the unbelievable Christmas truce between French, German, and Scottish soldiers in 1914. His linguistic ability shines here as he shifts between German, French, and English effortlessly. (Half German, half Spanish, Brühl speaks a total of five languages: those three plus Spanish and Catalan.)

The Zookeeper’s Wife (2017) and Alone in Berlin (2016) also recognize the bravery of defiance at the height of tyrannical regimes. Although between the two, I would skip the latter.

JOHN RABE (2009) This biographical film set in China tells the incredible true story of a German businessman who uses his Nazi Party membership to create an International Safety Zone in Nanking. This was in the late 1930s, during the Rape of Nanjing. In this six-week carnage by the Imperial Japanese Army—which includes sexual assault, mutilations, and killing contests—upwards of 200,000 Chinese are brutally murdered. The protective zone manages to save around the same number of civilians.

Brühl doesn’t play the titular Rabe, but his character, Dr. Georg Rosen, is one of few Westerners who decides to remain and protect Nanking even as conflict escalates. Dr. Rosen was a German Diplomat instrumental in the creation of the safety zone.

p.s. with all these heroic roles in his catalog, I’m convinced Brühl would be a frontrunner to play President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, should a movie be made about him and Ukraine’s conflict with Russia. You heard it here first.

NEXT DOOR / NEBENAN (2021) This is Brühl’s directorial debut. Here he plays a darker, fictionalized version of himself. Definitely not for everyone but quite enjoyable if you’re familiar with his major works and public persona, appreciate the ingenuity of one-location movies, and delight in British-style meta humor.

Pre-requisite viewing for maximum enjoyment: Good Bye, Lenin!, Captain America: Civil War, and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

[littlelovelyra]

Of Chains and Crows

Chapter 1/?: "Little Crow"

Word Count: ~ 1,800

Minors DNI - 18+

ao3 if you prefer

Female Rook (named) x Lucanis

Summary: After an almost shared kiss, Lucanis loses his self control and indulges in one night of passion.

Notes: This is a bit of a re-imagining for Lucanis' romance - I'm still finding my footing with this pairing and there will be some moments of pining and angst after this chapter coz things with Spite will get complicated in my story :) Also this was written quite fast as I write on my lunch breaks haha so please excuse any errors or if things feel rushed etc

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Lucanis:

Mia de Riva was captivating, and it wasn’t just her looks that snatched your attention, no, her effortless form in combat while fighting alongside you had magnificent beauty. Finding someone who complimented your blade craft was hard to come by, yet she fit perfectly. It was as if the gods made her just for you. 

Since the first moment you saw her when she rescued you from the Ossuary, her presence has nestled comfortably in your mind, much to Spite’s disgust, and now the yearning has grown stronger each day. How you wish you could weave your fingers through her soft curls while you whisper sweet nothings against her skin; the thought alone sends a blaze of desire coursing through you. “Mierda. You need to stop this Lucanis.” You mentally urge yourself to break free from the temptation she brings you because you know that nothing could ever happen. Who would want to be with someone that has a demon attached to them?

“Ahhh yes, who would want the baggage you carry, Lucanis?” Spite hisses, enjoying his new weapon of torment to use against you. “Although… I am sure you must have noticed her interest in you, no?” He continues his mind games as you desperately try to block him out. 

Admittedly, there have been moments where you have felt her express interest but you are unsure whether that is delusion or real… so you play it safe and respond politely. You have been out of the game for quite some time now and you fear you may have lost your touch with women.

As if summoned by your thoughts, a light rap sounds at your door, and it sickens you knowing that you have memorised how her knocks sound. Before you have time to respond, Spite uses your momentary distraction to take over and once again you are a prisoner in your mind.

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Mia:

Maybe you didn’t knock hard enough? He usually hears and invites you in so this raises alarm bells instantly. You cautiously push the door open and enter his room.

“Lucanis? I hope it’s okay that I let myself in, I wanted to-.” You stop yourself as you examine the sly smile that has spread across his face, his eyes glowing that eery magenta and you know that it is not Lucanis. 

“Now we get to talk.” Spite hisses in your direction.

“We have nothing to talk about.” You say through gritted teeth. This has been a regular occurrence lately and it’s growing tiresome seeing someone you care so deeply about lose control of themselves. 

“Lucanis. Made a deal. He has not kept. Break our chains. Kill. Escape Prison. And Live. I want Lucanis to honour the deal! I WANT OUT! TELL HIM! MAKE HIM-.” A frustrated growl pours from his lips as you watch Lucanis’ body double over, he is fighting Spite… Lucanis is trying to regain control and to help you softly place your hand on his shoulder, hoping that it can be an actor for him to take hold of. 

“Rook? What happened? Did I- did he hurt you?” Shame fills Lucanis’ face as his gaze examines your body.

“Nothing happened, I’m okay.” You offer him a soft smile and gently squeeze his shoulder.

“How… how do you always do that? Break apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom? You deserve better than to deal with my mess…” His brows furrow in frustration and his voice breaks ever so slightly. 

“You are more than what you’re going through… and besides, I like messes… well… I like your mess… you wear it well.” Your cheeks flush and you feel like a teenager struggling to form the right words as he approaches you. Lucanis leans his arm over you, gently pressing your body against the wall and a heat pools at your center. 

“This is not a good idea… you like to walk a little close to the edge.” His pitch lowers as his eyes lock in with yours, he is so close you can smell his scent of cinnamon and coffee beans.

“So do you…” you breathe out and place your hand delicately on his chest.

“At least I know I’m doing it, little Crow.” In a hushed, gravelly voice, he leans in further, and you can feel his breath against your lips. Your eyes close as a feather-light touch cascades across your jawline, and you tilt your head, trying to catch his mouth with yours, only to be met with him suddenly drawing away. Confusion and embarrassment settle in the pit of your stomach as you lock eyes with him 

“I… need to clear my head. Excuse me.” Luncanis pushes off the wall and offers you an apologetic smile as he exits his quarters, leaving you with confusion and a longing that aches to be held. 

As you enter your room and lay on your day bed, two little words flit across your mind. “Little crow” … a new heat ignites at your center as your hands gently caress their way around your body. You replay those two words over and over again as you fantasise where that moment could have taken you.

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Lucanis: 

“Mierda! What is wrong with me?!” You run your hands through your hair in frustration at your cowardice. She was right there… you were so close to tasting her lips, her scent still lingered as if it desperately clung to you, begging you to find her again. 

“You’re a coward, Lucanis. Deep down, you always were.” Spite’s words slither out menacingly and entangle around your thoughts. “You had her, and you ran. HAH” 

“Shut up, Spite! SHUT UP!” Rage fills your veins as you listen to his deception. He’s playing games with you, he always plays games with you, and it seems you always let him win. You did have her… maybe you still do. Fuck it. You think to yourself as you hastily make your way to her room, shoving Spite out of your thoughts as he attempts to sabotage your decision. After years in the Ossuary you have learnt how to shut him out when necessary even when you knew how much it angered him… but tonight, he was not going to win. 

As you reach her door, all etiquette fades amid your urgency as you burst through and take in the sight before you. She lays outstretched on her day bed, wearing nothing but her undergarments, which sends a surge straight to your throbbing core. Her cheeks are flushed as she abruptly sits up, staring at you with her mismatched blue and lavender eyes. 

“Rook… I’m sorry-.”

“Mia. Call me Mia.” She holds your stare and slowly pads across the concrete floor. Once she reaches you, her fingers lace themselves through your hair, and a shiver runs down your body. “Just tonight… then you don’t have to touch me ever again if you don’t want to.” You feel her warm breath against your ear as she gently pulls your face down towards her. 

“Little Crow… if I indulge tonight, I fear I may never want to be without you again…” Your right-hand tangles itself in her curls, and they are softer than you imagined. “Are you sure?” You whisper against her lips and as she nods slowly in response a low groan escapes you as you bring your mouths together. 

Your lips meld together, moving in synchronisation as if they had found their home. She tastes of a sweet hazelnut praline, and you inhale her scent, savouring each moment, searing it into your memories. Your free hand encircles the small of her back as you pull her in tightly against you, earning a small gasp from her as she feels your arousal through your clothing. 

Momentarily, you break free from her lips and watch her, taking in her beautiful form. She laces her fingers between yours, pulling you to her day bed and slowly lays herself down, never breaking eye contact. You tilt your head ever so slightly in curiosity, and then she seductively spreads her legs. Whatever willpower you had left crumbled at her unspoken invitation, and you found yourself crawling your way over her. Fuck willpower. You think to yourself as you scatter hot, wet kisses down her body and release her underwear with a swift flick of a hidden blade. 

Before you dive into her depths, you glance up and meet her gaze as she watches you, sending another ache to your throbbing cock. Without breaking eye contact, you take the plunge, gliding your tongue through her dripping wet folds, and you release a deep groan into her sex. She tastes better than any coffee you could ever make, and if you could swap for this to be your chosen beverage, you would do it in a heartbeat. As your pace quickens with urgency, you feel her legs begin to shake and suddenly her back arches as she shatters around your face, gripping your hair tightly as you slowly work through her waves of pleasure. 

You remove your clothes with haste and hold yourself up over her, taking in the small beads of sweat that have now settled over her brow and across her body. She once again spreads her legs on either side of you and tilts herself up as if she were just as desperate to feel you inside her. 

“So eager, my little crow… Are you ready? There’s no going back after this.” You bring your mouth to her ear as you rake your hardened length teasingly down her slick seam. 

“Yes. Please.” A low groan escapes her lips as she lifts her hips once more. 

Please… the word undoes your self-control, and you push into her immediately. “Fuck.” The word slips from your mouth as you begin to pump in and out of her, the feel of her naked body against yours sends electricity through you. Mia pulls your face towards hers and kisses you deeply. Her tongue slips past your lips and entangles itself in a dance with your own and you release a cry of pleasure at the intimate act. 

Your hand snakes its way down her body and lands on her swollen bud, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body as you tightly circle the sensitive flesh. 

“Lucanis… I’m... going to…” she pants through sharp breaths as you feel her body shaking beneath yours.

“Let go for me. Come for me, little crow; I want to hear my name on your lips.” Your pace quickens as you feel her walls tighten around your cock as she comes undone, sending you over the edge with her. 

You collapse beside her and pull her close, stroking her hair as she leans her head against your heaving chest. A calm settles in the cool air as you lay there with her, and for the first time in what seems like forever, you feel at peace. 

“Peace, for now, Lucanis. You cannot shut me out forever. We still have a deal, and if you do not hold your end of the bargain, Rook will be in danger.” Spite’s voice distantly echoes in the back of your mind, and you pull Mia closer to you, silently vowing to find a way to make this work. 

[mrsportgas]

The Neightbor. Chapter 5

Summary: The story takes place in the real world. Shanks, your unbearable neighbor, makes you a proposition that you're unsure whether to reject. It could be the start of a friendship, or maybe something more?

SHANKS X YOU

WARNING: Except for the first chapter, the rest will contain scenes of sex and violence, making this fanfic strictly +18.

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I hung up the phone and, for a moment, I stood still, feeling my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I had played with fire, challenging Shanks in a way I’d never imagined.

I checked the time. I had to leave immediately. I grabbed my underwear from the floor and put it back on. It was true I had said that to Shanks, but I couldn’t go to a final presentation like that. I’d figure out how to handle it later so he wouldn’t notice.

With my project folder under my arm and a deep breath to calm my nerves, I headed to the university. As I walked through the campus, I could feel the energy of the event already buzzing in the air. The decorations were nearly finished, and the organizers were moving around, making sure everything was perfect. But my mind kept wandering between Shanks' words and the pressure I felt about the presentation.

“Focus,” I whispered to myself. This is important.

I arrived at the auditorium where I was supposed to meet Beckman and tried to shake off the last remnants of distraction. As I entered, I saw him sitting at a table, reviewing some papers with his typical serious yet friendly expression. Beckman had always been a mentor, someone I could trust to give me his honest opinion, without sugarcoating.

“Y/N, right on time,” he said, glancing up and giving me a slight smile when he saw me enter.

“Hi, professor. Is everything ready for tomorrow?” I tried to sound relaxed, but my nerves betrayed me.

“Everything is in order,” he replied, gesturing to the chair in front of him. “Let’s quickly go over your presentation. I want to make sure you’re not missing anything and that you’re completely prepared.”

I sat down, pulling the documents from my folder. I was confident I had done a good job, but Beckman’s approval was key to putting me at ease. Over the next few minutes, we reviewed every slide, every key point of my presentation. Beckman nodded frequently, making small corrections here and there, but he didn’t dwell too much on the details.

Finally, he set the papers aside and looked at me with a smile of approval.

“Perfect, Y/N. You’ve done an exceptional job. I have nothing more to correct,” he said, crossing his arms. “The only thing left is to prepare for the social part—the party.”

I returned his smile, feeling more relieved than I expected.

“Thank you, professor. It really means a lot to me.”

“I know,” he replied, his tone more serious. “But remember, getting an investor isn’t just about a good presentation. The most important part happens at the party, when you have the chance to speak with them directly. That’s where you need to be smart.”

I adjusted in my seat, paying close attention to every word.

“The key is to make the investors feel comfortable with you. Don’t overwhelm them right away with too much technical information. That will come later. First, connect with them. Talk about yourself, your passions, why this project is important to you, and how it could make a difference. If you get them interested in you as a person, they’ll be more willing to listen to your idea.”

I nodded, mentally noting every piece of advice. I knew Beckman was right. Having an innovative project wasn’t enough; I needed them to see me—the person behind the project.

“And above all, don’t get discouraged if you don’t secure something tomorrow. Sometimes the seeds you plant today don’t bear fruit until much later. The important thing is to make a good impression,” Beckman concluded with an encouraging look.

“Understood. Thank you again, professor.”

Beckman stood up and gave me a light tap on the shoulder.

“Trust yourself, Y/N. You have everything you need to succeed. Just remember to enjoy it, too.”

I left the auditorium feeling more prepared, but still with that mix of nerves and anticipation.

I glanced out the hallway window, not really expecting Shanks to have shown up. I walked through the parking lot from top to bottom, and… there it was: his Range Rover parked at one end, right in the front row.

Nervousness shot through my body. Had he really come? Was it just because of the challenge, or did he actually want to see me?

At that moment, our conversation and my underwear came to mind… I had to make a decision, and honestly, walking through the university without them felt a bit bold, considering my skirt barely covered the essentials. I decided to take the risk and ran to the bathroom, slipping them off and tucking them deep into my bag, so Shanks would never find out.

I stepped into the hallway carefully, walking slowly but confidently, heading toward the parking lot with deliberate steps, trying to keep calm as my heart raced. With each step, the reality of what I was about to do washed over me. Seeing Shanks in person, after everything we had talked about, and on top of that, without the underwear I had just stashed in my bag, added a level of tension I was struggling to control.

There it was—his Range Rover, parked in the front row, just as I had seen from afar. Shanks was sitting inside, his arm resting on the window, a carefree expression on his face. As I got closer, his eyes met mine, and his smile widened in that playful way, as if he already knew the effect he had on me.

I took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure as I approached the passenger door. The moment I opened the door and got into the car, I could feel his gaze on me, like he was assessing every move I made. I couldn’t help but feel my skin tingle under his scrutiny.

Shanks was wearing a white shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. The shirt was tucked into jeans that paired nicely with some sleek dress shoes. I couldn’t help but take in his whole figure—he was handsome, too handsome.

“Shall we go?” Shanks asked in that casual, flirty tone he always used, accompanying his words with a playful smile. “I had to swing by work, but now I’m all yours.”

I buckled my seatbelt, trying not to let my face betray the mix of nerves and excitement I felt. I turned to him, trying to appear more confident than I actually was.

“And where do you plan on taking me?” I replied, keeping my tone neutral but with a suggestive smile on my lips.

Shanks chuckled softly as he started the car and began to maneuver out of the parking lot.

“I have a place in mind,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

The car moved off smoothly, and as we left the university behind, my mind kept racing. The sensation of being without underwear kept me on edge, but it also gave me a rush of adrenaline I hadn’t expected. The atmosphere in the car was thick with that tension that always lingered between us, but this time it felt more intense, like every word, every look carried a different weight.

Shanks drove with the same confidence he always seemed to carry in life, one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on the window. Every now and then, he’d glance at me quickly, as if enjoying watching me try to keep my cool.

“I love it when you get all serious like that,” he said, breaking the silence. “I can almost see your mind racing a thousand miles an hour.”

I couldn’t help but smile, though I tried to hide it.

“And what makes you think I’m thinking about you?” I replied, raising an eyebrow, teasing him with the idea of a challenge.

Shanks let out a short laugh and shook his head.

“I don’t need to think it. I know it,” he replied, his tone confident, without a trace of doubt. “But don’t worry, tonight you don’t have to think about anything. In fact, I need to unwind too.”

The car turned onto a side road, taking us away from the city’s hustle. Soon, trees began to line the road, and the streetlights faded, leaving only the moon and the car’s headlights to illuminate our path. The atmosphere became more intimate, more secluded, and I could feel the anticipation building in the air.

After about ten minutes of driving, the car began to climb up a steep road. I knew we were nearing something, but I had no idea where he was taking me. Finally, after a few more minutes, Shanks parked at a small lookout, surrounded by trees and nature.

“We’re here,” he announced with a smile as he turned off the engine.

I looked around, and my breath caught for a moment. The view was breathtaking. In front of us, the city lights stretched out in the distance, glowing like stars beneath the night sky. The scene was spectacular, and the silence around us, broken only by the soft sound of the wind, made everything feel even more magical.

Shanks turned toward me, quickly unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Spread your legs,” he said in a serious, almost demanding tone.

I couldn’t help but blush, my face burning at his words, and my heart began to race.

I did as he told me and opened my legs. With confident movements, he slid his hand between my thighs as he leaned closer to my ear. His hand explored my intimate parts.

“So it was true, you went to the university without anything on,” he whispered flirtatiously in my ear. “I didn’t think you’d be capable… of letting just anyone see my precious… pussy.”

Mine? Had he really just said it was his?

I bit my lip, the tension building with each passing minute, Shanks’ hand unmoving, and my breathing growing heavier.

He licked his lips. “Get in the back,” he said, pulling his hand away and unbuckling his seatbelt.

I opened the car door, trying to pull myself together, and opened the back door, slipping inside. Shanks followed, undoing a few more buttons on his shirt and looking at me intensely.

Once he got into the car and sat down, he took my hand. “Come here,” he said with a big smile, and in one swift motion, I was sitting on his lap.

His hand ran over my body from top to bottom, finally reaching my thighs, slowly moving upward. I leaned in to kiss him as my breathing quickened, and his lips curved into a smile. “So needy already.”

I shivered at his words. The truth was, I had missed him, and the desire to be with him was betraying me. I smiled slightly and moved closer to his lips, pressing them together in a passionate kiss. His hands slowly traveled up my thighs until they reached my intimate parts, exploring again until one hand found its way to my clit.

Shanks began to make small, perfectly coordinated movements. He already knew exactly where my weak spots were, where he needed to touch. With every movement of his fingers, his name slipped from my mouth, whispered directly into his ear. Suddenly, he gently but decisively slid two fingers inside me and paused for a moment, waiting for my response.

I jumped slightly from the surprise and sensation, and Shanks let out a soft chuckle. “Good?”

I nodded, and he gave me a small kiss on the forehead as his fingers began to move.

My moans filled the space; it was clear he knew exactly where to touch, and he was putting special care and effort into it.

“You know, darling? It drives me crazy how my name comes out of your mouth. Now I’m the needy one.” Shanks pulled his fingers out of me and brought both hands to his pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly, giving space for his now prominent bulge. His eyes met mine with a challenging look. “Fuck me,” he said, trying to imitate my voice and gestures from the other night when I had said the exact same thing.

I stood up as best as I could, giving him as much space as possible, gesturing for him to lower his pants.

When I took them off, I quickly placed myself on top of him again, feeling his member on my lower parts. I pulled back a little and took his cock in my hands, massaging it up and down. While Shanks let out all kinds of grunts and clung to the seat.

After a while when he had reached his peak, I withdrew my hands to get closer to him, approaching his neck to bite him fiercely while he introduced his member inside me. While we were both breathing hard.

"Fuck.. you always so tight darling?" Shanks' breathing was getting heavier.

I gave myself some time to adjust to him, and began to move, increasing the speed and intensity more and more, while Shanks licked and massaged my breasts when the moans allowed him.

We were both enjoying it, and I decided to go a little further, doing it slower and harder, doing small thrusts and moving my body in small circles. We both began to moan, the ecstasy did not allow us to say anything at all, it seemed that Shanks for the first time had been left speechless, and I would not last much longer.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to cum…"

Hearing that, I positioned myself closer again, increasing my speed a little more and letting myself be carried away by the pleasure. As soon as he noticed my juices and convulsions, he let himself go, exploding with a loud growl.

After a few minutes of catching his breath, Shanks put his clothes back on, got out of the car, and to my surprise, I saw him pull a thick, dark-colored blanket from the trunk. He folded it over his arm and shot me a knowing look. "Come on, I want to show you something."

I quickly got dressed and stepped out of the car to find Shanks. Leaning against the car door, he waited calmly, a casual smile on his face. He jumped up onto the car hood and spread the blanket over it, offering me his hand to join him. I settled next to him, and we both lay down, gazing up at the sky. The air was crisp, and the silence of the place wrapped around us like an invisible blanket. For a few minutes, we stayed like that, simply watching the stars, until Shanks broke the silence.

"Look, there's the Big Dipper," he said, pointing to the sky. "It's one of the easiest to spot. And right there…" he leaned a little closer to me, his fingers almost touching mine as he pointed to another spot in the sky, "…that's Orion, the hunter."

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, his profile softly illuminated by the starlight. His expression was serene, but there was something in his tone, in the way he spoke to me, that made me feel like this moment was more than just a simple astronomy lesson.

"Have you always been a fan of the stars?" I asked quietly, trying to break the growing tension between us.

Shanks turned his face towards me, his smile reappearing.

"I've always liked clear skies, but…" he paused, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something deeper, "…tonight the stars have some tough competition."

Before I could fully process what he had just said, Shanks leaned in and kissed me. It was soft at first, but soon the kiss grew more intense, more assured. My hands found their way to his chest, and for a few moments, I let myself get lost in the warmth of his body, in the way his lips fit perfectly with mine.

When we finally pulled apart, Shanks looked at me with a playful yet tender smile.

"I knew you'd like the stars," he teased, his voice soft, though his eyes were serious.

The drive home was quiet. We got back quickly, the lookout wasn’t far.

Shanks got out of the car, walking over to my door and taking my hand. "Good luck tomorrow, princess. See you on Saturday," he said as he kissed my hand, then turned to walk to his own door.

I stepped inside, my mind still spinning from everything that had happened, and just as I was taking off my shoes, I saw Nami sitting on the couch, looking at me with a knowing smile.

"Well?" she asked, her tone playful. "How was the 'meeting'?"

I flopped onto the couch beside her and sighed.

"It was… unexpected."

Nami raised an eyebrow.

"Unexpected, huh? Come on, spill."

And then, unable to stop the smile that spread across my face, I told her everything. From the moment I saw Shanks at the window to the kiss under the stars.

"Y/N, you two slept together and you’re excited over a simple kiss? You’re so strange," she laughed.

“It’s in those moments that my heart tells me maybe it’s not just about sex, that I mean more to him. But I still don’t know.” I replied with a smile, glancing at Nami.

However, something about her expression made me realize she was lost in her own thoughts, uneasy. She was nervously playing with her hair, something she only did when dealing with something important.

“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to get her attention.

Nami stopped twirling her hair and sighed deeply, as if searching for the courage to say what was on her mind.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” she said, her voice softer than usual, almost hesitant.

I sat up straighter, my senses on alert. Nami wasn’t one to lose her composure easily, and when she did, it meant something serious was happening.

“Tell me, what’s going on?” I urged gently.

She bit her lower lip, clearly struggling with her thoughts. After a long silence, she finally spoke.

“It’s my supervisor,” she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. I knew she had been spending a lot of time with him, preparing for her presentation, but she hadn’t given me many details about their relationship. Something in her tone, however, told me this was much bigger.

“What about him?” I asked, sensing something unexpected was about to be revealed.

Nami took a deep breath, closing her eyes as if bracing herself for a confession she had been holding in for some time.

“He kissed me.”

My eyes widened. That wasn’t what I had expected to hear.

“What? When did that happen?” I asked, still in shock.

She let out the breath she’d been holding and looked at me, her face a mixture of excitement and confusion.

“It was yesterday, after one of our work sessions. Everything was normal, we were going over the final details of my presentation. But when we finished, he got closer than usual, and before I realized it, he kissed me.”

I sat there, processing the situation.

“And what did you do?” I asked, needing to know every detail.

Nami smiled, but it was a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

“I kissed him back. I didn’t push him away or stop him. In fact… I liked it.”

My mind paused for a second. I knew Nami to be professional, always maintaining boundaries in difficult situations, so this surprised me.

“Wait, do you like your supervisor? So what you said at the party on Saturday wasn’t a joke?” I asked, trying to piece it all together.

She nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing.

“Yeah… and I don’t know how to feel about it. He’s a bit older than us and he’s my mentor, which complicates things. But, Y/N, I really like him. I’m not sure how it happened, but the more time I spend with him, the more I realize I’m attracted to him.”

I was stunned. I’d never seen Nami so unsure about matters of the heart.

“And what about him?” I asked cautiously. “Did he say anything after the kiss?”

Nami nodded, her eyes shining with a hint of hope.

“After the kiss, he apologized, but not in a way that made me feel rejected. He said he couldn’t help it, that he’s been feeling something for me for a while, but he didn’t want it to interfere with my work or my future.”

I could see the conflict in her face. She was torn between the professional and the personal, a dilemma that wasn’t easy to solve.

“Nami, this is complicated,” I said, trying to find the right balance in my words. “I understand that you like him, and it’s clear he feels something for you too. But you need to think about how this could affect you, especially with your presentation so close.”

She nodded, her eyes focused on her hands.

“I know. That’s why I’m so nervous. Tomorrow’s the presentation, and I don’t want this to distract me. But I can’t help thinking about what all this means for afterward… What if it goes further? What if it doesn’t work out?”

“You can’t have all the answers right now,” I said gently. “What’s important is that tomorrow you focus on your presentation. Do your best, and after, once things have calmed down, talk to him. Clear the air about what you both feel, but don’t put too much pressure on it.”

Nami looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude.

“You’re right. Right now, I need to focus on my academic future. I can’t let this distract me… but I can’t deny I want to see where things go with him.”

I smiled, relieved to see her more determined.

“You’re incredibly strong, Nami. I know you’ll do great tomorrow, and afterward, you’ll have time to figure things out with him.”

Nami smiled back, though still a bit nervous.

“Thanks, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“We’re a team,” I replied, squeezing her hand gently.

We sat in silence for a moment, both reflecting on what lay ahead. Nami had a mountain of emotions to deal with, but I knew she could handle it. Tomorrow would be a crucial day for both of us.

It was the afternoon of the big day, and nerves coursed through every inch of my body as I mentally reviewed my presentation. I was confident in what I had prepared, thanks to Beckman’s guidance, but the pressure of securing an investor was overwhelming. Everything was ready: slides double-checked, words memorized… yet the anxiety lingered.

I was in my room, organizing my papers, when I heard the sound of the door opening. I looked up to see Nami walking in, a mischievous smile on her face and a large package in her hands. The box was a creamy color, elegant, with the logo of Éclat Boutique, the most expensive shop in town.

“What’s that?” I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

Nami approached and placed the box on the table, gesturing for me to open it.

“It’s for you. It just arrived at the door,” she said, her smile growing. “There’s a note, too.”

I stared at her, confused. “There’s been a mistake. I didn’t order anything.”

“Open it,” Nami chuckled.

With trembling hands, I opened the box, and instantly, my eyes widened in amazement. Inside was a dress… but not just any dress. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A soft crimson red, perfectly cut to fall just above the ankles, elegant and sophisticated. The fabric seemed to flow like water, with a slight shimmer under the light. It was a dream dress, the kind you only imagined wearing on a special occasion, and it came from the most exclusive store in town.

“This can’t be real…” I whispered, stroking the delicate fabric.

Amused, Nami pointed to the small card next to the dress.

“You might want to read the note,” she said, crossing her arms and waiting for me to open it.

I took the card in my hands, still feeling a mixture of surprise and nervousness. As I opened it, my heart skipped a beat.

“As soon as I saw it, I knew it was for you. Good luck. I know you’ll shine.”

“Shanks…” I murmured, a wave of emotions rushing through me.

Nami, who had been watching my reaction with a mischievous grin, let out a small laugh.

“This is too much…” I mumbled, still processing what had just happened.

“Come on, Y/N. This dress is perfect for you. And when was the last time you treated yourself to something this nice?” Nami said, stepping closer to admire the dress.

“You’re right,” I replied, smiling. “It’s perfect.”

Nami looked at me with a mix of excitement and complicity.

“Well, don’t get too sentimental now. Go try it on and make sure you’re ready to dazzle everyone at that event.”

I stood up, still feeling the flutter of excitement in my stomach. I took the dress to the bathroom, and as I put it on, I was surprised at how well it fit. It was as if the dress had been tailored just for me. The way it fell, the color—everything made me feel different, more confident, more like myself.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Nami’s jaw dropped.

“Wow, Y/N… you look stunning.”

I laughed, but inside, the nerves of seeing him that night were still there, mixed with the pressure of the presentation.

Nami and I had spent the entire afternoon getting ready. She was just as nervous as I was, though she tried to hide it. As I looked at myself in the mirror, adjusting the final details of the red dress Shanks had sent, I still couldn’t believe it. The simple fact that he had sent me something so spectacular gave me a small boost of confidence I desperately needed.

We got in the car, and as we drove to the auditorium, my mind was focused on every word I had to say, every point I needed to emphasize. I knew I couldn’t let my nerves get the best of me. I had to stay composed, remember Beckman’s advice, and trust that I was prepared for this opportunity.

When we arrived at the auditorium, the pressure intensified, but Nami, always optimistic, gave me a quick hug and looked at me with determination.

“We’re going to nail this! Let’s go!”

We entered the auditorium, and the magnitude of the event hit me. There were more people than I expected. The other speakers seemed so confident, so focused, as they prepared for their own presentations. I was up first, so I didn’t have much time to dwell on my doubts. The minutes flew by, and soon I was called to the stage.

I took a deep breath, remembering that everything I had worked for culminated in this moment. I walked to the center of the stage, my heart racing, but with the conviction that what I had prepared was good enough. More than that, it was brilliant.

I started my presentation with a shaky voice, but little by little, I found my rhythm. The words flowed smoothly, my ideas well-structured, and I could feel that I had captured the audience’s attention. As I progressed, my confidence grew. Beckman had been right—I was ready.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence in the auditorium. The main door swung open, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. I tried not to get distracted, but when I saw who it was, my heart nearly stopped.

It was Shanks.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, his hair slightly tousled but with that signature air of confidence. He walked in with a relaxed stride, as if time and space adjusted to his rhythm. He made no effort to conceal his entrance or apologize for interrupting the presentation. The door slammed shut behind him, and for a moment, the entire auditorium fell silent, waiting.

“What is he doing here?” was all I could think. My mind was in complete disarray. I was momentarily speechless, completely stunned. But what shocked me the most was where he went.

Shanks, with all the calm in the world, walked directly toward the VIP section—the area reserved for the city’s most important investors and businesspeople. He sat comfortably in one of the front-row seats, as if he belonged there. He nodded to a few of the attendees, and everyone looked at him with evident respect.

The entire auditorium was even more expectant, including me. Who was Shanks, really? Why was he sitting in the VIP section? What on earth was happening? Questions swirled in my head, and that awful ringing started in my ears, the kind that signaled everything was about to fall apart. But I couldn’t let panic take over. I had to keep going. I was in the middle of my presentation, and I couldn’t let his arrival throw me off.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. I felt the nervousness creeping in, but I closed my eyes for a second, recalling Beckman’s words and the confidence I had built up until that moment. I had to keep going. I couldn’t let his presence ruin everything

NEXT CHAPTER

[amphitritesmuse]

Request by: anonymous

Original Request: Imagine how Namor would react to seeing Reader defend Namor and the son she had with him when Nakia went to rescue Shuri and Riri.

Pairing: Namor x Talokanil!Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I apologize but I don’t remember exactly the conversations that happened when Shuri and Riri were held as prisoners. I saw the movie 2 months ago so my memory is kind of blank but I also changed the plot to make it interesting.  I just hope you enjoy the story, nonnie! I had fun writing it 😉

Translations:

Wokol: Enter

In pixamech: My angel

In yakunaj: My love

Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob: A third of their kind is coming

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I looked down at my son, as he puckered his lips in deep contentment while I gently stroked his black hair. He resembled his father so much, I thought to myself as I chuckled at his attempt to reach for my fingers and bite at them. As I continued to play with him, I recalled the day when he had decided to enter this world. The sun was nearly setting and the people of Talocan were gathered around the Capital City, joining their hands together.

There was much about his birth that was truly auspicious.

He was born under the Twelfth Heavenly Abode when the Morning-star had risen at the peak of the sky or the planet Venus as these surface-dwellers had named it. This was especially significant as it was also the same day his father was born. K’ukulkan had described that the descendants of his mother’s tribe had told stories of my son’s special birth and had given him the name, Quetzalcoatl. In their honour and my husband’s, I accepted.

I sat up on the cushions of the chair, eliciting a sharp cry from my son. “Shh,” I soothed him, carefully keeping him at my breast and rubbing the small of his back. Suddenly, a distant rustle of sandals approaches my chambers and there was a soft yet urgent knock at the door.

“Wokol,” I announce and Izel, my maid, rushed in. Her features as pale as alabaster and her dark eyes held fright.

“My Lady,” she greeted, “the Wakandans have arrived. They are being held in the prisons near the King’s Cave. Though, there is no one in their attendance.”

I frowned at her words. “What of the King? He is not overseeing this matter?”

Izel momentarily hesitated, wringing her hands together, nervously before she replied. “That is right, my Lady. However, I fear that the prisoners may be plotting their escape as I heard of a third Wakandan arriving soon. Possibly to aid them in their escape.”  

My lips twisted into a sardonic smile while holding up Quetzalcoatl in my arms. “Then it is only proper that we greet this newfound guest. Shall we go introduce ourselves and say hello, in pixamech?”

My son squeals and throws his hands up and I walked to Izel, placing him onto her arms as we walk out the door.

I held a basket of guavas, papayas, custard apples, and mamey, while Izel walked next to me with my son in her arms and the other servants brought the other snacks. As we approached the Wakandan prisoners, we placed the baskets down and I reached back for my son.

“What is all this?” One of them inquired.

“A few snacks.” I reply, with a quick calculating glance. “I thought you’d be hungry since you’ve come a long way and I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“We haven’t come here as guests of the King, we were captured by your people and now, being held as prisoners.”

“Well, that could change if Wakanda decided to become allies with Talocan.” I approach the prison cells and look to the tall woman with the dark eyes and willowy neck. I smiled, “You must be Shuri, the Princess of Wakanda and heiress to its throne and your friend, Riri Williams, a surface-dweller.”

“I see you have been well informed,” Shuri says while her friend, next to her, rolled her eyes in pure annoyance.

“Just because I live in an underwater city does not mean I am oblivious as to what occurs in the Surface world.” I smiled sweetly, and suddenly, my son began to squirm in my arms. I look at him to see if he is alright but he is pointing behind me with a big grin gracing his face.

“In yakunaj,” I hear my husband’s voice and when I turned to see him, he held a look of bewilderment. “What is going on?”

“Jump’éel tercio u bin yano’ob táan u yu’ulo’ob,” I warn, ominously as my husband’s eyes travel to the prisoners. He moved towards them, each step echoing within the halls of the prison.

“I believe I have made a grave mistake in placing my trust in you.” K’ukulkan spoke, his voice becoming enraged by the second. Shuri narrowed her eyes while beside her, her friend shifted uncomfortably.

“We have done nothing -”

My husband snapped as the blood rushed to his face. “Oh, but you have. I hear that another one of your people is breaching the passage to my kingdom. I had truly thought we were coming to an understanding solely in the interest of our people but I have come to realize that all this had been fiction. You were simply feeding me lies and conspiracies to keep me from knowing your true intentions - to poison my kingdom.” K’ukulkan hissed in mock approbation.

“You are clearly mistaken,” a voice echoed through the halls. We all turn to face a woman in a chartreuse green armour holding ring blades. She looked between us and her face a mask of agony and anger. “We have not come to in the purpose of harming your kingdom. I can understand how you must be feeling. Wakanda was once the seat of complete power. Our supremacy was unchallenged. And now the King has died. As has the Queen Mother. ”

“And I’ve come here,” she continued, “for the sole purpose of taking the only heir to the throne back to Wakanda. With or without a fight, I will leave this kingdom with her.”

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I quickly kicked the blade ring out of her hand and the Wakandan reached to coil her fingers around my throat and I lashed out instinctively with a sudden, hard punch to her face that made her rock backwards and let go of me. She winced in pain but charged towards me.

Though, before she could hit me, I aimed my fist for her again. This time she dodged my hit, grabbed my wrist, and threw me over her shoulder. I managed to turn the fall into a roll to escape her reach as my heart pounded in my ears. The pounding seemed to be almost enough to drown out Shuri’s shouts and my son’s cries as I blinked multiple times to clear my blurred vision.

Suddenly, she runs at me and in a quick and puzzling moment, got a hold of my leg to twist it, but before she could, I used my other leg to kick her down. As I did so, I grabbed her left ankle and yank her down to the ground. She landed hard and yelped in pain. Before she had a chance to stand, I grab her by the throat and slam her head against the ground.

The Wakandan’s eyes widen as she attempts to free herself but I ensured that she never got that chance.

“You should have thought twice before deciding to intrude my home.” I hiss as she began to choke for air and tears stream down her face. Something told me to look to my husband and when I did, I saw him with our son in his arms and an expression of pure shock crossed his features with a twinkle of admiration hidden behind his eyes. I loosen my grip around my enemy’s neck as she began to gasp for air and cough harshly. I look between her and Shuri and made a point in addressing them both.

“It’s come to my attention that you do not know who I am. I am (Y/N). Queen and High Priestess of the Talokanil and the Second-in-Command of the army of Talocan.”

This time, I turn my attention to the intruder as she rises to her feet, still gasping for air. “Your kingdom may be crumbling but I refuse to let you destroy mine.”

[onskepa]

If your requests are still open could you do a Ri'nela x reader fic where the reader is an Avatar and they spar together? I love her character so much and I hope we see more of her in the future!

YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!! My first ri'nela fic!! Thank you so much for requesting her sweetie! You are the best! Alright, hope everyone enjoys this fic!

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Litx

The doors opened for Nesim to enter. Along with her, Ri’nela and so’lek enter, leading Nesim to the conference room. During the walk, ri’nela introduces everyone to the Olo’eykte and give her space. But among the allies in the base, one caught Nesim’s attention. 

Further in the back was a dream walker. Litx. 

“Does my eye deceive me? Litx!” Nesim calls out to the dreamwalker. And the person in question turned away from their tablet and smiled happily. Nesim and litx meet in the middle of the room, hugging and laughing in joyous manner. 

“What is this? These….awful things you called clothes. What Happened to the top my sister made for you? And your necklace? Gone! Where is the Zeswa warrior I trained? Hm?” Nesim wouldn't stop her questions. So’lek didn't looked surprised but ri’nela sure was. 

“You were a zeswa?” Ri’nela asked. Litx can only chuckle. 

“It is a long story…” 

What felt like hours had passed, and Nesim shared some embarrassing stories to the resistance. Like a proud mother giving no privacy to her child. Everyone laughed but ri’nela didnt. Everything that she knew of nerdy litx was nothing compared to what Nesim was telling. 

“You make litx sound like a mighter warrior” Nor tells. 

Nesim cackles at that, “because she is! Now if only the young ones can follow her example, my clan wouldnt worry as much! But yes, litx, despite being a dreamwalker as you call them. Litx has proven herself among the Zeswa, and I am proud to call her as such”. 

“Nesim…” Litx whispers, feeling the heat of embarrassment reach her face.

So’lek noticed how much time was being wasted, so he turns to Nor and takes him to further his training. But before they fully leave, he turns to ri’nela. “At some point ri’nela, you will have to train too. Supplying and assisting won't help you survive in a fight” he tells her. Ri’nela looks down at her tablet, clinging on to it. 

“Ri’nela is too nice to fight” Nor tells so’lek. Alma was quick to correct nor, but it didn't comfort ri’nela. So’lek dragged nor out to train. Leaving the ladies alone. 

“He is right, you know, we are at war with those humans. Everyone has to learn how to fight, even you, young sarentu” Nesim tells calmly. Ri’nela only nods. Out of those she grew up with, ri’nela felt better working behind the scenes. Being silent yet still trying to make a big impact on the world. Just by living is a big change already. Fighting isn't something she can imagine herself doing. 

“Perhaps you can teach me…?” ri’nela asks to nesim. The na’vi in question releases a loud cackle. “Why not join so’lek? He is a good warrior too. You have seen it first hand” the Olo’eykte replies. Ri’nela only shakes her head, “he can be very intimidating, scary even”. 

The women chuckle in agreement. Yes, there is no doubt about that. 

“I cannot. I must return to my clan, your sarentu fellow must have arrived in the great planes. My people need me and there is much to prepare and protect” Nesim replies with a slight guilt in her voice. Ri’nela catched it but it also made her sad. However, Nesim smirks as she turns to Litx, already thinking ahead. 

“I cannot help you, however Litx can” Nesim says. 

“She can?” 

“I can?” 

“Yes, you can skxawng” Nesim hisses as she hits litx at the back of her head, earning a hiss. 

“Like I said before, I personally trained litx myself. Showed her everything I ever knew. If litx trains you, it would be like me training you ri’nela. Trust me, litx is a fine warrior who is sadly wasting her skills away” Nesim tells as she playfully tugs ltix’s ear. 

“I am not wasting my skills away, I am just needed here more than out there” litx resplies. 

“But can you litx…? Can you train me?” Ri’nela asks again, this time with some new hope. Litx scratched the back of her head, hissing slightly. 

“Yes she will,” Nesim replies for her. Litx was surprised but tried to protest, her attempts fell short. “No, so’lek is correct. Young ri’nela needs training and I need to go back to my clan. You are the only other option the resistance has. So get your tail moving” Nesim warns. 

Sighing in defeat, litx finally complies. And ri’nela smiles in glee. 

“Hello my pretties” litx says in awe. Opening her massive storage, she brings out many spears. Some looked nearly identical to the spear nesim brought. Ri’nela was in awe as litx takes them out, handing a few for ri’nela to hold. 

“Come, let's go to the open grass field, it's wide enough and hardly any animals go there so you won't hurt anyone or anything” Litx suggests. Nodding ri’nela follows close, already feeling excited and nervous. The field wasnt that far so they made is in a few minutes of walking. 

“Alright ri’nela, what form of combat do you know? Defense or attack?” litx asks in wanting to know what specifics the young sarentu knows. 

Giving a moment of thought ri’nela responds, “I know how to shoot guns and run really fast. How to use large war machines and fight with blades but that is about it”.  

Litx slightly frowns at that. The sarentu ancestors would be angry and rolling in anguish if they heard ri’nela say of her experiences with human machines and practices. That won't do. 

“Well ri’nela, the way you were taught is the way of the humans. While useful yes, but you are na’vi, so you will learn to fight like one” Litx promises. While encouraging, ri’nela felt some doubt. Litx was quick to catch that. “Your people, the sarentu, were peaceful. Mighty they were, but fighting is an art I am not really familiar with. So like nesim taught me, I will show you the zeswa way. So, think fast!” 

Learning the basics wasn't easy, and training was more difficult. Ri’nela moved too much like a human, Thinking like a human, everything that the young sarentu did was too human. And was something litx had to fix. 

“*sighs* ri’nela you could have dodged it easily” litx sighs. Ri’nela groans in frustration, throwing the spear to the ground. “You make it look easy, litx. The spears are heavy and comfortable. Rough and not easy to grab on to. Much less throwing them. I d-” 

Ri’nela was silenced by the sudden burst of laughter from litx. Tilting her head in confusion, she just observes the avatar letting out a good laugh. “Oh ri’nela, you truly have a long way to go” litx says. Standing up straight and clearing her voice, the dreamwalker tilts her head to a spot to sit on. Taking a break. 

Ri’nela does so, sitting next to litx taking in the calm view of pandora. There was an odd amount of silence, so she decided to break it by asking a question. 

“Why did nesim teach you?” ri’nela asks. 

Litx took a moment to respond, “simple really. I wanted to learn”. A small smile stretched her lips, remembering the past. 

“Learn what?” ri’nela presses on. 

“What is not important. What is important is to get you to learn” 

“I am trying but-” litx cut her off. 

“But this, but that. Ri’nela that is your problem, you are thinking human. You are not human, you are na’vi. How you fight is human, how you move is human. So, stop being human. That is not who you are. Fight, move, talk like a na’vi” 

Ri’nela repeats litxs words but looks down in doubt. “I don't even know if I can” 

Litx gets up, dusting off her clothes and offers her hand to ri’nela. “Well it is about time that you do”

“Again! With your tail this time, you have a tail so use it!” litx instructs as she spars with ri’nela. The spears were pushed aside from hunting blades instead. Small steps at a time. Ri’nela was trying to balance her movements but kept forgetting to use her tail for proper body balance. Swaying too much on either side always makes her trip without meaning to. Or gripping her knife too loosely. But ri’nela was determined. 

“Don't be scared to hurt me. Don't let fear cover your vision. If you hurt me then that is good. A warrior must never fear” Litx continues more. Their hunting blades crash against each other, at times when they clash sparks will fly. Each swing, punch, or a near stab, ri’nela was getting the hang of it. Trying to be familiar with her body in the form of combat. 

Ri’nela was pushing litx back, close to a small body of water, while litx was quick in dodging her attacks, she was blind of what wash happening. And ri’nela used that opportunity. Seeing an opening, the sarentu quickly used her tail from under, and wrapping it around litx’s ankle catching her off guard. Using her left feet, ri’nela swept litx off the ground while being quick to release her tail. 

Litx fell into the small pond, being surprised by the sudden move. But she wasn't mad, in fact she was proud. 

“See? I did use my tail” ri’nela says confidently. Chuckling in amusement, ltix gets up. 

“Indeed, well done ri’nela” litx praises. Ri’nela blushes at her words, its not often she hears positive words towards her. It feels nice to be complemented. “Can we continue..? I think I would like to practice more” she says. 

Litx smiles and guids ri’nela back to her other weapons. “Good, because we are not stopping now. You got the hang of your blade, now for the real things. We will be using the spears, and hopefully soon ri’nela. You will fight like a true na’vi that you are”. 

Ri’nela looks forward to what litx has to show. 

Maybe she will rub it in Nor's face later.

Aaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I really enjoyed it since I did my hardest to describe the actions even though I suck at it XD

So until next time! See ya!

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Litx = (blade) sharp