#if its the later then im sorry ladies I'm taken

[the-acid-pear]

Um when the fuck did i get 700(+7) followers? Last time i checked i was literally at 400 to 500 did a wave of bots just follow me without me realizing or are a bunch of humans just in love with me?

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 17: Oh Gods, She's Wearing Pants (NSFW)

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm backkkk! Sorry this update took so long, I started a new job a few weeks ago and it has been a hugeee adjustment. But have some smut from this lil shrimp 🦐✨

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Chapter 16

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

HWTAHP Masterlist

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Life was actually looking up. You had been seeing Dr. Kinbott every other week to help work through the plethora of issues you had. On top of that Vlad was still getting you moving every day (you low-key hated him for it). He had also taken it upon himself to teach you everything he knew of vampire history. Sometimes you weren’t sure whether he was embellishing some of the stories or if vampire history was that insane.

Sometimes Yoko would tag along, more often than not to help him teach you how to use some of your vampire powers. You snorted the first time Vlad referred to them as that and then nearly died when he moved from one end of the room to right in front of you in the blink of an eye to glare down at you.

The one ‘vampire power’ you had the most control over was your sudden acquisition of fuckin epic strength. And by most control you mean you had to learn super quickly how not to rip every door you opened off its hinges.

Your other abilities weren’t anywhere near refined. Yoko had been trying to teach you how to use your enhanced speed which you had managed once before ending up smashing into a wall. You were fine, the wall however did suffer. (yet another wall that is a victim of your new powers. Rip.)

Since you didn’t know who your family was or where you came from both Vlad and Yoko had explained that you may have other abilities if you came from what they called a Legacy family. Apparently, they can have some super sick extra powers like hypnosis or transformation and the like. You were sure you were just a regular vampire, the odds of you having any extra powers were so slim you didn’t need to worry.

On top of that things between you and Larissa were better than ever. You spent every evening together, often ending with you staying the night in her quarters. And fucking hell was waking up to her almost every morning a gift from the gods.

On the nights when you’d stay with her, you’d help her with her evening routine, always ecstatic she let you help her. You’d help remove the pins from her hair, brushing it out for her as she removes her makeup. You always press kisses into her hair afterwards, your heart skipping a beat and the small soft smile on her face at your actions.

You’d both then change into pyjamas, hers always sinfully attractive on her. Then you spend the evening having dinner and cuddling on her couch. Sometimes she’d tell your stories of her day or about her past. you loved listening to her speak, you could quite literally do it for hours.

This morning you were lucky enough to wake up in her arms once again. You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her and feeling a smile creep across your face. You bury your head into her neck, sighing happily. You feel her stir a few moments later, her arm tightening around your waist. She lets out her own content sigh before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Mmm…good morning my darling,” she hums, her voice still raspy from sleep.

“Good morning pretty lady,” you hum back, leaning up to kiss her chastely.

The two of you stay like that for a little while, Larissa laying on her back with her eyes closed, one arm wrapped around your waist. You grinning up at her, bringing your hand up to trace the lines of her face. These moments with her, where the two of you are simply existing together, are your favourite moments in the world.

Eventually, though Larissa has to get up and get dressed, she does have a school to run after all. You love watching her get ready for the day. She always wears such gorgeous outfits, always looks so elegant and-

Oh, holy fuck she’s wearing pants today.

She so rarely wears pants, usually opting for skirts or dresses. So when she slips on a pair of form-hugging pants with a chunky belt and white sweater you almost choke on air and feel your face heat up. She bends over to pick up a pair of heels and you absolutely stare shamelessly at her ass.

You must have let out some noise, probably a rather gay sound with the way Larissa turns and looks at you. She grins smugly as she toes on her heels. She pulls on a blazer to complete the look before leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll see you later darling,” she all but purrs and you have to resist every urge to pull her into the bed and ravish her right then and there.

“I-you- have a good day m’love,” you manage, ogling her as she all but saunters away.

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You spend the rest of the day catching glimpses of the white-haired beauty every hour or so. She seems to be moving around campus far more than usual. Not that you’re complaining. When she does come around, nine times out of ten you get so distracted you walk into or drop something.

On top of that, sometimes when she appeared she would shoot you these looks. You couldn’t explain it but you swear the woman was trying to kill you. Gods, you wanted to climb her like a tree.

So after a lunch filled with you all but drooling over her and a couple of hours afterwards daydreaming about her and her stupid sexy legs and hands and face…where were you again? You finally decided to say fuck it and made your way to her office in record time. Vlad and his lessons could wait, you had a far more important task to do.

You entered her office quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she was in a meeting. The sight that greeted you made you actually choke on air. There she was sitting at her desk as usual. But she had discarded her blazer on the back of her chair and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater. She was typing furiously on her laptop, as usual, frowning at the screen from behind her glasses.

You locked the door behind you before striding purposefully over to her desk. By the time she glanced up at you, you were already rounding her desk to get to her.

“Darling? Is everything alri-oh!” She yelps as you pull her up from her chair into your arms.

You press a kiss to her very gorgeous lips and reach around her to shut her laptop and move it aside. You lift her up onto her desk, not once removing your mouth from hers. She lets out the cutest noise at that, hands moving to clutch your shoulders before she tangles them in your hair, tugging on it slightly. You groan into her mouth, teeth scraping against her lip. The room feels impossibly hot and she is wearing far too many clothes. As much as you like her pants they need to come off. Now.

Your hands make their way down her body, slipping under her sweater to caress the skin of her stomach. You preen at the hum she lets out, your hands becoming more daring. Your fingers slip under her bra, trailing gently over the underside of her breasts. She gasps, her mouth disconnecting from yours when your thumbs brush over her nipples.

You press kisses to her neck as you do your best to unclasp her bra. It does take a fair bit of fumbling and a few curses muttered to get there. Larissa lets out a breathy chuckle as she scratches the back of your neck. When you finally manage to get rid of the offending item you make quick work of removing it along with her sweater.

You press your lips to her collarbone, nipping at the soft skin just above her breasts. Her grip on your hair tightens, her hands attempting to move your attention where she wants it. Instead of giving her what she wants you graze your teeth along to underside of her breast, grinning at the way her breath stutters.

You decide your desire to tease her is not as strong as your need to please her and take one of her nipples into your mouth, lathing your tongue over it. The strangled moan she lets out makes your heart skip a beat. You nip at the pert bud, your other hand groping at her free breast. She lets out the most sinful sounds, your whole body heating more and more with each one.

Your hands travel down to the waistband of her pants, fingers quickly undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. You pull them and her panties down her legs after she lifts herself off the desk for a moment. She starts tugging on the hem of your shirt, trying to get you to take it off. You pull back from kissing her chest and take her hands in yours, moving them back to sit on the desk.

“Nu-uh honey, tonight I’m in charge,” you hum, delighting in the way her whole face turns red.

“So you just keep those lovely hands of yours right here. Can you do that for me, my love?”

“I- yes. Yes,” She breathes.

“Good girl,” you purr.

You get down on your knees, looping your arms under her thighs. You pepper kisses from her knee to the top of her thigh, stopping just before her soaking cunt. You repeat the action on the other side before gently pulling her thighs apart. You take in the sight of her glistening folds, feeling your mouth water at the sight.

“Is this all for me Rissa?”

“Mmm, only for you baby…” she moans.

You press one final kiss to the inside of her thigh before licking at her cunt. You lap at her slit, moaning at the taste of her. You’re certain this is what heaven is like, the way she tastes like the sweetest ambrosia.

You eat her out as though you were starved. You alternate between flicking your tongue over her clit and lapping at her entrance. Her moans and whimpers are like music to your ears, the sexiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

“Oh fuck, darling. Please-I’m-I’m so close-“ she pants.

You feel her thighs begin to tremble on either side of your head. She lets out a string of curses interspersed with cries of your name. You double your efforts, hands pinning her to her desk as she bucks and writhes.

“Fuck!” She cries.

Her back arches as she throws her head back, letting out a choked moan. Her whole body stiffens, thighs clamping shut around your head. You keep licking and sucking at her clit, only stopping when she gently pushes you away. You press one last kiss to her inner thigh before standing and wrapping your arms around her waist.

She truly looks ethereal in this moment. She’s leaning back on her hands, chest heaving and flushed. Her eyes are closed, breath coming out of her lips in pants. She’s glowing in the low light of her office. Her hair is slightly mussed, falling out of her elegant hairstyle in places.

You cup her cheek, heart-melting when she nuzzles into your hand and presses a kiss to your palm. You almost want to cry, luckily you don’t. You lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead, hearing her hum happily in response. You bury your face in her neck, enjoying having her in your arms.

“Darling,” she sighs happily, “not to sound ungrateful because that was truly wonderful, but what on earth brought this on?”

“Pants.” You mumble into her neck.

“Pardon?”

You lean back, idly tracing shapes into her collarbone. “You were uhm, you wore pants today. You don’t often you know wear ‘em. And you just. I mean you have such gorgeous legs and the most earth-shatteringly sexy ass I’ve ever seen-“

She bursts into laughter at your admission, cheeks flushing.

“It’s true!! You have no idea how hot you are Rissa. Like…I don’t know how I get anything done when you’re here looking like you stepped out of heaven every single day.”

“But the pants do something for you hm?” She chuckles.

“Mmm, they just tipped the scales of my already incredibly inappropriate thoughts about you,” you grin.

“Well, darling,” she purrs, slipping off her desk and sauntering in the direction of her bedroom while pulling you along, “I hope you had no intentions of returning to your rooms tonight.”

You stare far too shamelessly at her ass as she drags you into her room. You were so focused on watching her that when she spins you around and all but pushes you onto the bed, you can only stare up at her, eyes wide and incredibly turned on.

She straddles your waist, smirking down at you in a way that makes heat pool between your thighs. She slips her hands beneath your shirt, leaning down to hover close enough to your face that you can feel her breath on your lips.

“Now then,” she hums, “let’s get you out of these clothes hm? The evenings only just started, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER VII

EVENTUALLY THE PERFECT opportunity managed to befall both William and (name) in their ploy to catch Ashfordshire and have him brought to justice. Even if it was evil, it was a necessary evil. Who knew who else would be killed and stuffed like a doll after Mary?

A ball was to be hosted sooner or later to mark the beginning of the spring season which was soon to come. This was a nightmarish miracle to both William and (name) who had been waiting to meet Lord Ashfordshire for the past month that they had been planning his downfall together.

Their target was known to only occasionally appear in high society and as if by chance, Ashfordshire had decided on attending this particular ball and the two had been informed that this was because he held a mutual interest in (name), except for different reasons.

As of now, (name) had finished the lengthy procedure required to get ready for the ball, suffocating herself in petticoats and a whalebone corset, and was now finally at the ball, waiting by the side for either Ashfordshire or William to appear.

She wandered around the hall, looking for at least one familiar face in the sea of people she didn't really care to converse with at all. (Name) would shift from two states, looking for someone to talk to them stand by the side and swirl her wine around in her glass, which she had yet to drink.

As she continued to pace around the hall, waiting to spot Ashfordshire somewhere in the strange hall, she felt herself bump into someone. Immediately she shifted her irritated expression to one of a clumsy young lady.

"I'm terribly sorry, please forgive me if I have ruined-" she raised her head to see a familiar pair of green eyes looking down at her with a soft expression. "Lord Albert?"

"You need not apologise, Lady (name)," Albert smiled kindly "my clothes are perfectly intact and I have not been harmed. You on the other hand-"

He gestured to a small stain of wine on the front of her dress. Thankfully, it was white wine and didn't stain the dress too much but of course, it was still a stain.  Albert reached over to his breast pocket to pull out his handkerchief to hand to young woman but was beat to it by the appearance of his younger brother.

"Lady (name)," William smiled as he held out his embroidered handkerchief to her. Albert put his own away with a smirk at his brother's attitude. This would be something new to tease him for later.

(Name) took the napkin with a raised eyebrow then wiped down the front of her dress as William spoke.

"Im glad to see you've arrived as planned," he said, his implication of the situation clear. He leaned forwards to whisper into her ear, uncaring of any potentially scandalous behaviour he was exhibiting. "Unfortunately, he is later than we anticipated."

As (name) opened her mouth to speak, the music had suddenly changed and grew slower than the previous melody. Albert was taken away by a small group of noble ladies, all eager to dance with him. "I suppose I shall just wait then."

"Or, you could accept my request to dance whilst we wait?" William held out his hand, waiting for (name) to take it patiently, hoping she would accept his humble request to dance with such a fine noble lady

(Name) scoffed, then raised her gloved hand to her face as she laughed. "And why in God's name would I do such a thing?"

A smirk made its way onto William's pink lips "Why? Are you afraid I may be a better dancer than you?" He said, attempting to get a rise out of her, which proved to be successful.

The (hair colour)-ette placed her hand in his. "You have convinced me, my Lord. I accept but you must know that I am more likely the more experienced dancer, so as a result I will probably be better"

As the song played by the band towards the front of the hall began to grow louder, William guided (name) to dance the waltz with him amongst the other dance pairs. Out of the corner of his scarlet eyes, he could see Ashfordshire watching them by the side. He seemed to have arrived only moments before.

"Once you capture his interest, how do you plan on approaching him with the topic of an invitation?" William asked (name) in a hushed whisper whilst he held onto her waist.

(Name) moved along to rhythm of the harmonic instruments with her dance partner. "Ashfordshire, from what I've heard, is quite the foolish man. I wouldn't be surprised if he invited me to his manor immediately after meeting me. I may have to give the impression of having a romantic interest in him to make him reveal his true colours."

William's grip on (name)'s waist tightened as he pulled her closer to him "I see." He said in response. "But once you have him where you want him, you'd like me to send subordinates as backup just in case anything does not go to plan?"

"Correct," (name) smiled "Although I do doubt I will need them. You said they were good at combat, didn't you?"

The blond nodded "They are, but I still believe I should be there along with you, my darling (name)"

"If you really insist, but all I need is to get in that basement with him and create a diversion," (name) said as William twirled her around "and stop with the pet names, I do not belong to you nor am I dear to you."

"You would be perfect to join us, sweetheart," he said, completely ignoring her previous remark. "Would you not agree you'd be able to work well along side me, my lady?"

(Name) smirked as she 'accidentally' stepped on William's foot. "Oh, my apologies, my Lord!" She said with faux innocence

The male winced and paused for a moment then gave (name) a subtle glare before smiling and dancing with her once again. "It's no trouble, Lady (name)." His voice quieted to a hushed whisper "it appears all the men who you've danced with may have only been a figment of your imagination. I cant imagine you would be so clumsy with a mere waltz if you easily find yourself stepping on my feet."

(Name) chuckled darkly as she returned the malicious energy "I doubt you've had many female partners yourself, in both dancing and other aspects." She mocked

"Ah, you are right there, dear." William chuckled "but that doesn't mean I'm not as skilled in both dancing..and those other aspects you speak of."

As William twirled the lady around once more, (name) spotted Lord Edward Ashfordshire sipping wine alone by the side. Her eyes widened as she watched him. He wasn't as old or ugly as she expected but every time she looks at his visage closely, she could see his face melting into the devil's.

"Ashfordshire! He's here..!" (Name) whispered into William's ear as they continued dancing. "I need to speak to him whilst I have the chance-"

"Would it not be best for you to wait till the dance is over, Lady (name)? You may appear to desperate-" William was cut off by (name) escaping his grasp and walking over to Ashfordshire , leaving William to return to his brothers.

She felt nervous talking to a man she knew was capable of such disturbing acts as Josephine had described to her but as the sly woman she was, (name) covered up that fear with a friendly personality and spoke to Lord Ashforshire till the end of the ball in an attempt to befriend him so the plan would go through, and as if by strange miracle, by the end of the ball, Ashfordshire had told (name) he wished to see her again, and he invited her to dinner, much to her distaste but as she told herself, what must be done for Josephine's sake would be done.

The following week, (name) had arrived along with Josephine at the Moriarty manor to review the plan with William before she was to go to dinner with Ashfordshire. She had left the girl in the company of Louis, as if she were a mother dropping her daughter off at daycare, whilst she was introduced to William's subordinates.

As she entered, (name) saw two black haired males. A young boy, about Josephine's age, wearing a blue scarf around his neck and with a small frame. The other was a tall man, older than both William and (name), and likely older than Albert, with a black mess of hair on his head and a muscular physique. William was sat on a sofa chair, sipping a cup of tea.

"Lady (name), meet Colonel Sebastian Moran and Fred porlock," he said, gesturing to his subordinates. "You shall be working together for this mission. Please do sit down."

(Name) nodded and sat down beside him, nodding to the two with a polite smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you. I have heard of your skill from Lord William, I hope to be able to match that skill. I am in your care." She said, bowing her head then raising it once more to face.

The smaller boy remained silent but nodded in return while moran responded "Likewise" in a gruff voice.

"You do recall the entire plan, don't you? And you do remember the signal for potential danger, don't you?" William asked as (name) nodded. She had memorised the entire plan, word for word but what was even more skilled was that she had independently come up with a plan for any potential situation. Of course, planning was always important but any true schemer knew how important adaptability was.

"What do you take me for? Of course I do," she sipped on the her tea "if Ashfordshire tries anything, he'll die a quicker death than he deserves."

William narrowed his scarlet eyes then placed his cup down suddenly as he appeared to be deep in thought. (Name) looked at him curiously.

"Are you alri-"

"I'm coming with you," William said darkly. "You must not refuse. This isn't an offer, it's a command."

(Name) wanted to protest but couldn't bring herself to even return a "I don't take orders from you" to the man. She knew how high he held justice, he probably wanted Ashfordshire just as dead as she did, so who was she to deny that? She gave a simple nod.

It appears there had been a change of plan.

William and (name) both arrived together to Ashfordshire's  estate, which had this horrific aura surrounding it, where they were brought in by a young looking maid. If they weren't successful, chances are she would probably be another victim.

Once they entered the dining hall to have their meal with the Lord, it was evident to both of them that he was not expected William, and even more evident that he disliked the man instantly, however, the dark haired man  managed to keep a mildly gentlemanly facade up during the dinner.

"May I be excused to go powder my nose?" (name) eventually said. Instead of going to the bathroom though, this was the signal she had given to set the stage for the beginning of their plan.

Ashfordshire's amber eyes landed on the lady and nodded, telling one of the maids to give the woman directions.

(Name) was supposed to go to the west wing of the mansion to the nearest lavatory, but once the maid had left her alone, she quickly made her way to the opposite end of the estate, eventually finding the second entrance to the basement. She quickly picked the lock and managed to reach the trap door to give three knock, signaling she was there to Fred who was above the other side, ready to swoop in just in case (name) found herself in a difficult situation.

As soon as she had entered the basement however, her confident demeanour was washed away and replaced with fear. The large room was decorated by corpses, each of them dropping around like dolls. The stench of rotting flesh had penetrated (name)'s nostrils as she looked around further.

Meanwhile, Ashfordshire had excused himself from the awkward silence with William who had tried to attempt to engage in conversation despite feeling like he was about to hit the older man any minute. He had been overly chummy with (name) the entire hour she had been sat at the table with them and clearly ogling at her enough to make her uncomfortable. Even if they weren’t planning anything, he couldn’t blame her for leaving.

Phase two had begun.

A/N: I’m super sorry this was rushed but I was busy with my birthday celebration stuff and had to finish this quickly before getting my cake cut 😭 anyways enjoy bc next chapter we’re gonna get batshit crazy liam.

[a-complex-joke]

The Toymaker Chapter 5

MASTERLIST

The whole thing was crazy, wild goose chases, broken relationships, and a baby being born all in one day.

At the hospital, Gold and Emma were not fighting but definitely not agreeing.

"... let's just say you owe me a favor" I heard the tail end of their conversation.

"Ahh Miss. Banks what brings you here" he turned to me.

"A baby was born, I want to see the baby"

"Well, then ill leave you, ladies, to it. Wish Ashely my best" he said leaving.

"What a prick," Emma said want he was out of earshot.

"How so, I find Gold rather charming"

"You seem to be the only one, he wasn't gonna let Ashley keep her baby. I had to make a deal with him. What a jerk"

"No, I'm mean he was just doing what would be best for both the children involved in this, Ashley works as a maid and unmarried how will she support them both, the girls good but she's still a kid"

Emma rolled her eyes at my protest.

"Look at the little toy I brought for the baby, they can't play with it for a while but still"

You'd think that, that Gold wouldn't have something stolen from him so soon, well that was a no.

Around a week later, after already so many things had happened Gold's house was robbed.

The now sheriff Emma got back most of the things but according to Gold, there was something very important missing.

"Hey Penny you're close to Gold, I think he's planning something, has he done anything suspicious" Emma questioned me.

"What do you think he's planning ?"

"I'm not sure just something that could get him in a lot of trouble, where is he."

"Well if he is not at his shop he's probably at this house"

"Nope I've checked both there anywhere else he could be, favorite restaurant, a nostalgic spot in town"

"I mean I think he's got a little cabin in the forest that he uses sometimes"

"Come on let's find that cabin.

The car ride was silent, a thick air between us.

Do I think he was doing something bad no, but what if I was wrong?

"Stay here, this could get dangerous," Emma ordered

"What why bring me then? Plus he's not a madman"

"I said stay !"

So I had, it was only a minute before Emma came out Yelling "Call an ambulance!"

"What Is Gold ok," I said dialing 911.

"It's not Gold who im worried about"

I Practly jumped hurrying to see what happen, "My god"

"Yeah, he's been beaten pretty well, Do you know him?"

"I mean, he sells Flowers in town and he was the one who robbed Gold right? That's all I know"

"When Gold was hitting him, Gold was yelling something about him hurting a woman, any idea who that might be"

"No."

The rest of it was mostly a blur flower guy was taken to the hospital and Gold was arrested.

He wasn't held for long on a count of connections and such.

The ring of the bell at the door.

"Sorry where closed come back tomorrow," I said.

"If it's closed Why are you still here, so late at night," The familiar voice of Gold said.

"Oh, just busy working away"

"Penny Im Sorry I hope you don't see me differently after everything that's happened recently."

"I may not know the exact reason for why you did it, but based on the little info I got from Emma you did it for a woman. Love is a two-head viper, just maybe next time hide it a bit better" I joked.

"So what's that you got?"

"Well It's a doll I've had for many years now gifted to me by an old friend, I was hoping you could restore it to its former glory, it was damaged in the robbery you see."

"No problem, She doesn't seem to be tattered up, maybe a week to repair"

"Thank you I look forward to seeing you work your magic," Gold said Taking his leave.

The doll was beautiful, and definitely made by a professional, but still with a flare of feeling homemade.

[lollytea]

Sorry matt maybe im just cruel but my fav vversion of romantic gustholomule is when matt catches feelings first but cannot express them and doesn t want to but gus is very friendly and already claimed matt as his friend so they hang out a lot (in the same classes sińce matt joined illusion track for no other reason than his sudden interest in illusion magic obviously!! The same club + gus is one of his few in not the only friend). Matt is too pround and awkward to communicate his feeling (platonic ones too) but constantly expresses them thru actions (can also be takes as platonic gus&matt)=> going out to find more human junk to talk with gus about/figure out what was it used for.

He d definetly visit the Owl lady for the human stuff/stories (and his and edas dynamics would be soo fun)

He d observe and study gus illusion techniques and once gus catches on he d offer to tutor matt/get curious about the construction magic as well.

The potential of gus creating illusion of statues/etc and matt actually being able to recreate them with his magic.

Maybe they d create human exhibition but in order to make it more interesting for other students they d make together replicas which students could touch while having the actual "artefact" disolayed

And gus meeting steve! And they d vibe so much, teaming up and teasing matt while he gets jealous of how quickly they became friends(? lack of a better word)

They d pull pranks together tho not that many since gus doesn t like "that mean" pranks and matt finds some of gus s elaborate plans ridiculous

This was supposed to be more about their romantic side of relationship but i got lost and them being besties is also soo good</3

I LOVE them being besties cuz they're just so funny. They have this vibe about them that makes them seem so different at first glance but if you sit down and listen to them have a conversation, you realize they're both scheming little gremlins who love chaos and it makes perfect sense why they're friends.

If Matt with the feelings first is what we're calling cruel than I hate him and want him to never have a good day for as long as he lives. But mostly I just think the idea is funny because the Holy Trifecta of spiteful assholes who keep falling for the original trio of "losers" needs to be completed. It feels unfinished.

Although I'm very much in the opinion that it's not for a long while. So anywhere from a year from now to three. So Gus and Matt have this perfect platonic foundation with no feelings attached whatsoever and it's GREAT. And then feelings hit Matt out of fucking NOWHERE, completely unprovoked like an eternity later and he's like "are you fucking SERIOUS?? This is bullshit!! It's bullshit!!" Because in his own opinion, its gonna ruin everything.

Because YEAH. Long before the feelings started, Matt wasn't even able to articulate to Gus that he cared about him as a friend. I like to believe it stems from his former "friendship" with the glandus kids, where Matt fell into the habit of grovelling and asskissing because he was desperate for any scrap of approval. He was pathetic and he knows he was pathetic and now he tries really hard to never repeat that kind of behavior with anyone else. As such, he's adopted a level of emotional detachment so he's never taken advantage of again. He doesn't want Gus knowing he's dependent on him in the way that was made obvious to the glandus kids as he doesn’t want Gus seeing him as pathetic. So he keeps him at arm's length.

So how the FUCK is he supposed to navigate anything resembling romance with him? He doesnt know and he doesnt want to know. He fucking won't do shit about it I guess.

But yeah he DID join the Illusion classes partly because he was inspired by Gus, most specifically the awesome horrifying shit Gus did to Bria. But also Mattholomule spent a lot of time in the Looking Glass Ruins with Gus and that ghost guy, building defenses and repairing the damage as best he could and he really did learn a lot. Not only is Gus a powerful witch but he's also a prodigy who skipped a few grades so of course he's gonna know a ton about illusionist history and the like.

So Gus and ghost guy are there in rapt discussion about Django the Mirror King and whatnot while Matt builds walls and pretends to be uninterested. Eventually he caves and asks to be told more. Because not only is Gus a brilliant illusionist himself but he's the kind of bright passionate person that could probably pitch anything to anyone and make it sound awesome. Huge reason why Matt got sucked into multitrack in the end. Gus's enthusiasm is contagious.

Also yeah. Matt DOES stuff. Can't tell Gus he's cool or his magic is really powerful or anything all that nice but he'll do things that will make Gus's day brighter, which holds this friendship afloat. Attends all of Gus's flyer derby games, eventually resigns as H.A.S president so Gus can have his title back because "It's waaaaay too much work and I'm sick of it. But I bet a nerd like you will get a kick out of it." And yeah, finding little human knicknacks for Gus too geek out over, like a cat dropping dead mice on a doorstep.

He's just constantly showing his appreciation for Gus in little gestures and Gus IS aware of it. He doesn't mock him for it much but he often smirks and says "thank you Matty <3" a little too obnoxiously. Matt responds by shooting an earth mound out of the ground beneath Gus's feet and making him eat the pavement. <3

I've always been on the fence over whether Matt was actually into human stuff or if this was just an interest he faked to get into the H.A.S because he noticed the president's widdle baby face and figured he'd be an easy target to usurp. But if its the latter, I like to believe he at least got somewhat invested after he became friends with Gus. Again, Gus's contagious enthusiasm. I kinda like the idea that Matt isn't huge into human stuff himself but he now knows just about everything Gus knows because he lets Gus ramble at him. He claims to be annoyed by it, which only encourages Gus to run his mouth more. They have a neat system going here.

Tutoring hell ya!!! Gus teaching Matt like one illusion spell "for fun" while they're dicking around and Matt does a surprisingly good job. Gus is astonished.

"Wow. You nailed that one. You sure you've never studied illusions?"

"It's kinda hard not to pick up on it while I constantly gotta look at you flaunting your little smoke and mirror shows all the time."

"So what you're saying is....you've been observing my spells and copying me? :)"

"Don't get a big head, Augustus. You're so little, it'll knock you off balance."

"I'm bigger than you!"

I think the idea of Gus being so enthusiastic about construction spells and wanting Matt to teach him some is so cute. But also it'd be so funny if Gus was like. Completely fucking garbage at it. He tries and he tries, but instead of feeling shitty about it (his whole conflict from TTLGR) he feels comfortable enough to laugh about it. He's just having fun. Matt laughs too and teases him over it but doesn't mock him with anything close to the nastiness he had before, which is when Gus realizes that the two of them might very well be friends now.

Could definitely see Gus branching out more and trying to get more people aboard the human appreciation wagon. Like at this point he's actually been in the Human Realm and learned a ton so he's now more than an expert than he's ever been. So he's out here giving full out TED talks to the students, writing papers, building exhibits. Matt complains to anyone who will listen "He's gone crazy over this stuff. He's always been crazy about it but now its next level. Completely obsessed. I can't stand it."

"He says you have been helping him every step of the way."

"Sure I have. What's your point?"

Gus would LOVE Steve. Matt hates it. Steve embarrasses him in front of Gus. Gus embarrasses him in front of Steve. They're both bustards!!

I feel like they're destined to be pranking little delinquents together. But yeah they probably bicker and disagree too much that not many plans are executed. Matt gets way too carried away that before he realizes it he's suggesting absolutely evil shit and Gus has to be like "Think about that for more than two seconds."

".......Oh right. Amoral."

"Right."

Meanwhile Gus had busted out corkboards full of elaborate plans for pranks and a thirty minute powerpoint presentation. (Yes he owns a human projector.) Matt is just like "This sounds like way too much work to be fun. Can't we just shoot spitballs or something?"

"Once again, you stifle my creativity as an artist."

In conclusion I like them very much.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Tenzin's eldest daughter and dating Bolin which Tenzin isn't very pleased with. So Tenzin makes it his mission to keep you and Bolin apart which just means the two of you find sneakier ways to be together.

Part Two here

Tenzin got back to his house and for once it was quiet, confused where the small army he shared his house with was he approached his second eldest daughter Jinora. "Where's korra?" Tenzin asked. "With Asami". "And Ikki and Meelo?". "With uncle Boomi". “And your mother?”. “Out with Aunt Kya”. Tenzin smiled everyone was taken care of and he could finally relax. "And y/n and Bolin?" Tenzin asked relaxing into his chair. "They'e in y/n's room" Jinora shrugged and Tenzin jumped up "with the door closed? Y/n" he bellowed pushing the door open with air bending. "Okay okay im sorry" he heard you yell and Tenzin sighed having your boyfriend stay here was making him age faster.

You and Bolin were in your room relaxing on the bed preparing to watch a movie. For once you didn’t have to babysit your younger siblings or train so had rushed off for some privacy with Bolin and your dad almost kicked the door down. Your dad was insanely worried about leaving you and Bolin alone despite the fact you were dating and Bolin was the sweetest guy in the world. Bolin had been trying to show you the mover he was in for week but you never had a spare moment where you could be alone with him. So when your dad had gone out and left you and Bolin with no task it seemed like the perfect time. You were determined your dad wouldn’t stop another one of your dates but of course he managed to. When your door flew open you sighed and called back you’d leave it open as per your dad’s many rules about you and Bolin. You looked to Bolin worried this would ruin the date but Bolin didn’t seem to mind. The movie started and you moved closer to Bolin to lean against him and he accomodated you hugging you against him. You and Bolin were just getting into the movie, despite the noise your family was making throughout the house when your father knocked on the open door and walked in. "Y/n its getting late, i think you and Bolin should get ready to go to sleep soon so he should go do that in his room soon". You nodded at your dad in reply so engrossed in the film you didn’t realise he hadn’t left. Tenzin coughed and you both looked up to see he didn't look impressed. "Ow you mean now?" Bolin asked and Tenzin nodded "well yes i think that'd be best". You blushed as Tenzin stood waiting glaring at Bolin. Bolin jumped up obediently while you pouted annoyed. Bolin paused the film and gathered his things and smiled "we can finish the movie tomorrow". You nodded "i suppose" and Bolin went to step towards you when Tenzin actually growled. A literal noise escaped his throat at Bolin daring to step closer to you. You sighed but Bolin just smirked and left shooting you a smile. Tenzin watched him go staring into his back and then turned to your door and fixed two bells around the door handle. "Dad!" You cried "what is that?". "Nothing just a decoration...". "You're doing it so you’ll know if i leave my room! Do you not trust me?". "I trust you y/n but i do not trust teenage boys! And i have to do my duty as your father! Having your boyfriend under the same roof..i have to take precautions". "But you didn't do this for Mako and Korra!". "Yes well Korra is older than you and Mako is more responsible than Bolin". You groaned and Tenzin coughed "you weren’t going to break the rules so this shouldn’t be an issue for you". You rolled your eyes "fine whatever...can i go to sleep now?". Tenzin nodded "i am only doing it because i love you y/n, if you have children you’ll understand". You huffed and Tenzin frowned "well goodnight y/n". "Goodnight dad" you said exasperatedly as the door closed but you didn’t plan on sleeping. Your dad hadn’t put bells on your window so as soon as you heard him go to bed you got ready. You gathered what you needed and climbed out of your window before airbending onto the roof. You carefully climbed across the roof to Bolin’s room and landed outside his window. You knocked on Bolin’s window film projector in hand and saw the curtains swing aside as Bolin realised it was you. "Y/n" Bolin grinned hanging out of his window "what are you doing here?". "Well we didn't get to finish the movie because of my dad so i figured we could now without him knowing?". Bolin hesitated for two seconds before grinning "yes come on it!". It had only been lightly raining but Bolin still wrapped a blanket around you before bringing you back to your prefered spot on the bed. He bustled around getting the movie ready and the secret snacks Tenzin didnt know about before jumping down next to you.

The film finished and Bolin looked at you anxiously "so what did you think...i wasn't sure if it was too far fetched and could you tell i couldn’t do my stunts properly and i didn’t look that great in that scene with the royal guards...". "Bolin" you said grabbing his shoulders "it was great! You were great in it, your stunts were amazing, your acting was really good and you looked well..." you trailed off blushing "basically it was amazing and i really enjoyed it!". "Really?" Bolin asked and you nodded. Bolin seized you in a hug and it made you blush he valued your opinion so much. "Im so glad you like it" he smiled putting you back down "your opinion means a lot to me" he blushed and you smiled. "Yours too Bolin" you told him "you're one of the most important people to me". Bolin's blush grew and he looked down his eyes slightly glazed. Bolin smiled and took your hand "you're pretty important to me too y/n" and kissed you softly. Bolin was always so caring and affectionate he just always made you feel loved and safe. He never pressured or rushed you, he was the best man you'd ever met. You broke away blushing and smiled at him before sighing "i should probably go". Bolin frowned "are you sure i mean it's not even that late...plus it's raining really heavily outside you could get a cold or get blown off the roof! Or lost". "Lost? My rooms practically across from yours!" you smirked but Bolin shrugged "i still don’t think you should risk it". You smirked "so what i stay here until the rain stops...that could be all night". Bolin shrugged "i just think it’d be safer it probably won’t be all night" he argued but his tone told you he hoped it would be. You smirked and nodded "fine..i guess i can stay for a bit longer and see if it stops". Bolin grinned "that's a very good decision y/n i must say". "Stop it" you pushed him before blushing as he grabbed your hand. You smiled and leant into him "i might nap while im here for a bit, if that's okay?". Bolin nodded "of course" and gathered even more blankets to keep you warm. You smiled getting into the blankets and Bolin got in beside you. With a bolt of lightning the rain came down ever harder. You noticed and Bolin pretended to look away. "i didn’t do anything!" he said when he felt you looking at him. "Mh hmmm?" You asked laying beside him but you were smiling. "Promise" Bolin smiled putting an arm around you. Bolin was so broad you fitted against him easily and curled up against his side. Bolin wrapped his large arm around you and you felt do safe and warm with the rain pounding against the window. "Goodnight y/n" Bolin smiled kissing your forehead and you smiled closing your eyes. "Goodnight Bolin".

You vaguely heard voices and groaned trying to sunk further into the warmth and Bolin. You buried your head against his chest and fell back to sleep when suddenly Bolin’s door was thrown open. "Y/n" Tenzin screetched and you and Bolin jolted awake. Bolin let out a yelp as Tenzin stared his eyes bulging. "You didn’t put bells on my windows?" you offered and your father turned even more red. "I’ll be putting bars on your window young lady if you dont stay in your assigned room!" He yelled and to your dismay others flocked to the room. "Did you find her?" Asami asked before smirking "ow...i see". "She's in here?" Mako asked "but thats Bolins room" before trailing off as Korra stumbled in too. "Well you did want Y/N to help rebuild the air nation" Korra smirked before she halted as Tenzin spun on her making the avatar gulp. "Is there something funny about my little girl growing up?" Tenzin yelled at them "no? Didn’t think so! Y/n get out of there right now and march yourself to your room this instance". You distangled yourself from Bolin and all the blankets and stood up red faced. "Sir it wasnt y/ns fault..." Bolin tried but Tenzin silenced him with a look. "You are grounded young lady and if i ever find you in his room again i'll...i'll take away your bison!". "Dad...." you groaned but he shook his head "no buts now to your room". You rolled your eyes but did as he said.

Later you sat in your room avoiding your dad's wrath when you heard someone near your window and opened your suprisingly still unlocked window to see Pabu. "Pabu?" You asked as he scampered in and dropped something on your bed. You grinned to see it was a note from Bolin with a wild flower attached "so guess you're our go between huh Pabu" You asked the fire ferret as you fed him a treat as payment. Pabu made a happy noise and you smiled before turning to Bolin’s note. "Sorry i got you in trouble but it was worth it" he wrote "think your dads gonna have us under surveillance for a while but i'm sure we can work around it. I'm game if you are and next time we wont get caught. Love Bolin". You smiled hiding your note and wrote a quick reply before handing it to Pabu who ran off to give it Bolin. You picked up the flower Pabu had also brought and smirked, you had the best boyfriend ever. Father be damned you’d find a way to see him.

[caddy-crystal-queen]

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Cadenza Revan

Full name: Cadenza Leah Revan

Birthdate: April 12th, 1992

Current Age: 30

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Do not bring your fandom drama on here.

Be respectful of all my partners and my time. I don't get a whole lot of it on here.

Please be patient, as I don't get notifications from this app anymore for some reason.

I do have more than one blog. But I primarily send asks and stuff through this one.

I don't do smut unless its relevant to the plot. I write stories, not porn, thanks.

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Feel free to message me at any time. Im dead serious about this. My DMs are always open, and I really do want more interaction on here. Also if something is wrong or if there's a problem please don't hesitate to tell me.

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I will not rp abuse of any kind. Nor will I tolerate it. My real life has already been shit enough as it is, especially recently. The point of rp is to get away from the bs and have fun, to be an escape, not further enforce that one's life is crappy. Sorry but I typically don't do dark stuff except within my own writing.

Always open for shipping if it's on equal terms. I don't do sub/Dom nonsense except if I know you very very well and i trust you. Mun and muses are a package deal, mistreat one or the other and we're both out.

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Cadenza Leah Revan (Caddy or Cadence for short) was never really an ordinary person. Every woman in her family is gifted with a different power every generation, although its currently unknown if she can have children. Caddy has the power to crystallize everything she touches with her bare hands, with exceptions of silk and water. Why this is no one is entirely certain, but the running theory is that it stems from her being forced to use her powers too much. Caddy was orphaned at age 8 when her parents died in a car accident, leaving her with minor injuries thanks to her own crystalline skeleton. Two years later she was adopted by a family who didn't know of her gift and used her as a slave. When the couple's son attempted to violate her, her power seemed to activate in a sense, as she crystallized her own door to keep him out. Unfortunately it wasn't enough to keep out her abusers, who proceeded to use her gift to make themselves rich. They abandoned her in a house in Chicago three years later, when a neighbor caught on to what was happening and authorities were alerted.

She was taken in by the scp foundation and lived the rest of her days there...so they thought

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Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's  overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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[inglourious-imagines]

The Story of Their Lives (Lt. Aldo Raine)

Requested by: @tealaquinn

Summary: The story of Lt. Aldo Raine and Sgt. Y/N Y/L/N.

Prompts: 9 - Don't you touch her. & 12 - No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them. & 21 - I wanna see how you lose control. & 24 - He's a badass with a good heart. & 39 - Kiss me. & 93 - You make me feel... you make me feel.

Author's Note: This is damn long so I really hope you like it! Also there are some parts in Italian so I'd like you to know, I've never learnt this language so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to send request or let me know if you wanna be tagged in these ♡

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Y/N and Aldo never showed some kind of an affection towards each other. They respected, trusted, appreciated the other one but these traits were common among the Basterds.

It seemed so innocent at first, almost like a teasing and none of the Jewish American soldiers expected to become it something more.

•••

They met at the very beginning of the Basterd's missions. Y/N was a french spy, a very famous one so she obviously got their attention since they'd gotten to France.

The Basterds recruited her in a bar and she immediately became one of them. Y/N fit within the group perfectly, like she was always destined to be a Basterd.

•••

After the third successful mission, they decided to stay the night in a local resistance hotel to relax and prepare for another action. Everyone went to their beds as soon as they could but Donny persuaded Y/N and Aldo to gamble a little before the sleep. 

"C'mon, just one game!" Donny pleaded. It didn't take much and the trio was sitting around a table playing their fifth game.

"I thought you're better at poker, Lieutenant." Y/N laughed as she grabbed another money she won.

"Shut up, Sergeant. I just am a bit lenient with ya, that's all." Aldo fought back, trying to cover the fact he's worse with cards than Hugo trying to actually smile for once. 

"Show me what you got, Lieutenant. I wanna see how you lose control." she winked at him and dealt the cards.

•••

Something changed in Aldo this evening. At first, Y/N was just another soldier sticking up for her country trying to end the war. But now he saw her in a totally different light.

He noticed what colour her eyes have, how she always ties her hair in a braid. 

He noticed how her cheeks blushed when he praises her after a good work.

He noticed how she scrunches her nose when she disagrees with someone. 

All those little things were filling his head. Aldo was so full of it. It was during the other mission when he completely understood his feelings.

•••

One moment and his whole world flipped. 

Aldo was so angry with himself that he missed such an important thing.

Like a gun. 

The German soldier was just kneeling in front of Aldo when he reached in his pocket. It all happened so quickly then.

The German pulled out a gun and with one last defiance he pulled the trigger. But it wasn't Aldo who got hit. 

It was the woman behind him.

Aldo was like deprived of his senses. He threw away the piece of bread he was eating and jumped at the German. If Wicki didn't pulled him back, Aldo would probably beat the guy to death.

And that was Donny's speciality.

"Don't you fuckin' touch her! Or look at her!" Aldo shouted hitting his face with his fist one more time.

Y/N was so taken away by his behaviour, not really sure where the anger got from.

"What the hell, Lieutenant?" she frowned, "it's just a goddamn scratch on my arm. The bullet didn't even hit me properly." 

Aldo froze whereas Donny and Hugo looked at each other with knowing smiles. They finally realised what was going on.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he tried to brush it off, gesturing to the Basterds to continue with the scalping. "It's fuckin' bleedin' a lot!"

"It's fine. Nothing too serious, Lieutenant." Y/N replied.

Aldo just shook his head as he took off his scarf and tied it around the wound. "No one would hurt ya again, or I'd kill 'em."

•••

The Basterds got ordered to rest a bit because there was a big mission on its way. They didn't know what it was but they all welcomed a full night sleep.

But Y/N didn't feel like going to bed. Instead, she took her cigarettes and sat at the balcony of the apartment they got settled in.

It was a chilly night but she didn't mind. She actually liked cold more than heat.

"Aldo seems a bit off lately." Donny's voice broke the silence as he positioned himself next to her.

"What you mean?" she asked offering him a cigarette which he gladly accepted. 

"Remember how he beated up the German officer two weeks ago? I've never seen him like that."

"Oh Donny. He's just a badass with a good heart. I assure you, Aldo's just fine."

Donny shrugged but didn't say anything. This wasn't his secret to tell even though the change in Aldo's behaviour towards her was so damn obvious. 

Donowitz glanced at Y/N smiling a bit. He understood why Aldo fell for the female Basterd. 

•••

Bridget von Hammersmark was laying in front of them with a bullet in her leg while Hugo, Archie and Wicki were dead.

Y/N was standing in the corner of the room, lost in her thoughts, mourning for her lost friends. She knew something like that had to happen but she also believed in Basterds and part of her thought that they'll all come back home one day.

Y/N wasn't able to look at the actress anymore. She quickly left the room not looking at anyone while she lighted her cigarette. It'd been becoming too much to handle for her.

"Are you alright?" Aldo frowned as he walked towards her. "You still in?"

She laughed sarcastically at his question sheaking her head. "Yeah, of course, business. I'm in, Lieutenant."

"I didn't mean in like that and ya know it."

"Yeah, sorry. It's just-"

"I know, Sergeant. This whole event got me thinkin'. I gotta tell you something."

Y/N threw away her cigarette as she looked directly at him. She wasn't sure if it was the light or the sentiment, but Aldo's eyes never seemed so beautiful to her like they did in that moment. 

"The truth is," Raine began as he stepped closer, "you make me feel... you make me feel, Sergeant."

•••

When Y/N stepped into the room in a black plain tight dress, the conversation between the Basterds immediately stopped. They'd never seen her in anything but in uniform or the civilian clothes. Donny dropped the glass of whiskey he was drinking, Hugo's knife fell on the ground with a loud crash, Omar and Wicki stayed there with their mouths wide opened, Archie Hicox smirked and Aldo, Aldo was taken away and wasn't able to get out a word.

"Please, gentlemen! This is how you welcome a beautiful woman? She looks magnificent!" Bridget von Hammersmark exclaimed gesturing towards Y/N.

"It's so uncomfortable," Y/N frowned and tried to adjust the dress a little, "and so impractical." 

"I think it's perfect." Aldo breathed out and Bridget smiled in satisfaction.

Y/N truly looked like a completely new person. And Aldo's feelings mixed once again. She was so special to him, like water is special to desert. His life was dry without an excitment. She was the water that refreshed him after a long time of loneliness.

•••

Bridget, Aldo, Y/N, Donny and Omar stepped into the small local cinema, already so full of Nazi officers.

"It makes me sick." Y/N snorted as she looked around on the German uniforms. "I have two knives and a gun and I'm not afraid to use them right now."

Aldo laughed next to her and gallantly put his hand on her hip pulling her closely to him.

"Just relax, darlin'. We'll do that later." Aldo winked at her, not letting her go for a moment.

Bridget suddenly seemed like she'd seen a ghost. An older man approached their little group and Y/N immediately understood with whom they have the honor.

Bridget and Hans Landa shared a short conversation before they turned to them. Hammersmark formally introduced the Basterds and Y/N flinched a little under the German's look. Aldo noticed right away her change of attitude and stroked her hip gently.

"Sei assolutamente incredibile, signorina! Ho notato che molti ufficiali hanno voltato la testa dopo di te." (You look absolutely stunning, miss! I noticed that many officers turned their head after you.) Hans Landa grinned and Y/N thought it was the most disgusting thing ever.

"Grazie mille signore. Sono sicuro che stai esagerando." (Thank you very much, sir. I'm sure you're exaggerating.) Y/N faked a smile and clenched her hand in fist to remain calm.

All of the Basterds with Bridget jerked their heads towards her. Her fluent Italian took them away as well as Landa.

"Quanto amo la lingua italiana! E dalla bocca di una donna così bella, è una musica per le mie orecchie." (How I love the Italian language! And from the mouth of such a beautiful lady, it's a music for my ears.)

"Mi stai adulando, signor Landa. Non hai un brutto aspetto." (You're flattering me, Mr Landa. You don't look so bad yourself.) Y/N felt like vomitting any next second. 

Aldo had enough of Landa's fake attitude, especially how Y/N looked so stressed and angry. He decided he has to step in or she won't hold herself back. Aldo recalled the one sentence he learnt yesterday, just in case he'd need to interrupt a moment in a formal way. This was the time.

"Baciami, adesso." (Kiss me, right now.) he stated and pulled Y/N even closer than before. She didn't manage to prostest or ask a quick question and their lips touched. She returned the kiss immediately and ran her fingers through his hair.

Until someone coughed.

They pulled apart from each other, Aldo smiling widely like a winner and Y/N blushing harder than ever.

"Ci scusi signore. Il mio ragazzo qui è un tipo appassionato. Devi perdonarlo." (Excuse us, sir. My boyfriend here is the passionate kind. You must forgive him.) Y/N stuttered and but looked directly at Landa.

•••

Operation Kino was over and it was now only her, Aldo and Utivich. They lost everybody along the way. They stood together side by side through everything. They'd become something stronger than family, friends, lovers. They faced death together and nothing could break the bond they'd created over the years. It was time to go home.

Y/N stood on the ship that was taking the Basterds, or what was left of them, home. The wind was dancing on her hair whispering secrets in her ears.

"I never thought I'd make it back home." Aldo Raine appeared next to her with a cigarette between his lips.

"None of us thought so, Lieutenant." she nodded, "but the difference is, we were wrong. Not them."

"Smart as always." Aldo grinned as he turned to her. "You should stop calling me Lieutenant. The war's over."

Y/N giggled at his statement and he could swear he'd never heard something so melodic, something so right. 

"It kinda sticked with you, Lieutenant."

Aldo didn't answer, instead he threw away the cigarette and took some deep breaths. He needed whiskey, or anything else that would give him at least a bit of courage.

Aldo Raine fought in war, he saw his friends die, he was broken by everything he saw and still, asking Y/N a simple question seemed harder than surviving the bloodshed.

"Spill it out, Lieutenant." she laughed as she glanced at him. 

"I hate how ya always do that. But here it goes," Aldo replied, "I've never been good at this so I'll just keep it short."

He stopped for a moment and stared at the woman in front of him. As he stepped closer, his heart was already racing like it'd never before.

"Why don't ya come to the States with me? We can buy some little house in the Smoky Mountains and live there for the rest of our fuckin' lives." Aldo confessed in his Raine kind of way, looking at her with so much hope in his eyes. 

"Is this some kind of your proposal?" Y/N chuckled as she intertwined her fingers with his.

"Maybe."

"I thought you'd never ask! Of course I'll come with you! You're everything I have, Aldo." 

[crimsonrae]

Across the Road, At the Brothel

Chapter Nine

Summary: Jaskier fell in love any day that the sun rose in the East. It was a trifling, pleasurable experience for him. Even when he was jumping out a window to avoid cuckolded husbands. So what happens when his trifles start to become more significant? Jaskier/OC. Some Yennefer/Geralt

A/N: Jaskier is just too adorable not to write about. This is a relationship development story with an OC. There will be smut in later chapters and plenty of angst.

Warning: There is Smut in this Chapter!

Rating: Mature

Bathing Chambers and Horses

The Rose and Pine was in rare form as raucous travelers clambered about the tables eager to exchange news and gossip. Jaskier kept his ears peeled for anything noteworthy as he quietly searched the tavern. He had finished a set of bawdy limericks which were always a crowd pleaser and required little use of his lute, but now it was time for a break. Geralt had spent all of five minutes in the crowded tavern before murmuring something to Lyrra and slipping back out the door. Jaskier had barely held in a knowing scoff at his friend's departure, but now his eyes were scanning for the familiar blue-grey headscarf in the crowd.

He frowned when he didn't find her. While Lyrra wasn't always the easiest to pick out in a crowd, he had become familiar enough with the way she glided around people to be able to find her fairly quickly. A small tendril of unease rippled through his gut as he continued to eye the small dining area. Shades of the last time he hadn't been able to find her in a crowd pricked at his memory. A brief thought of checking the kitchen swooped through his thoughts as he approached the bar, but then he could always just ask the barkeep. Hillard already had a goblet of wine waiting for him when he sidled up to the edge of the bar.

He took it with an acknowledging nod, "My thanks."

Hillard flicked a knowing glance towards the bard. It had been two weeks since the minstrel had arrived in Glynedol and the barkeep didn't think a day had gone by when he hadn't followed his barmaid around like a shadow, "She's o'er at ta whore 'ouse."

Jaskier blinked at the abrupt remark, a multitude of questions poised on his tongue, "Did she tell you to tell me that?"

A sly smile pulled at the old barkeep's mouth; he was well aware of what Lyrra normally told the more lecherous men that came into the tavern. It would be a good joke to tell the bard the same to see if he would go, but in this case, it was true, "No, boy."

"Not a boy." Jaskier stated with a pointed finger, but nodded all the same, "Though again, my thanks."

He downed the rest of his wine in one gulp and Hillard shook his head amused as the bard made a speedy exit for Tyssa's brothel. It never occurred to the minstrel to ask if she had left in the company of another.

Feverish thoughts danced through the bard's head as he crossed the road. Images of Lyrra with one of the skimpily clad women he had witnessed inside was the one most hoped for and prominent, though he had the sneaking suspicion that the former princess was merely dropping off the town drunk again. Still, there was no point in bursting that particular bubble until he set his sights on her.

To his surprise, the town innkeeper stood outside the brothel like some sort of sentry when he arrived. He raised a brow at the portly man as he came to a stop, "I thought Madam Tyssa was the owner of this fine establishment."

"She is, Bard." Owain said quietly as he leaned bored against the doorjamb.

Jaskier forced a smile and nodded as if he knew what exactly was going on, "Right... If you don't mind just stepping to the side so that I may enter."

"Doesn't open for another hour." Owain murmured lowly and much to Jaskier's confusion.

It was well past dark and he had never once heard of a brothel having hours, "I'm sorry, but what? What do you mean it opens in an hour?"

"It opens in an hour." Owain stated again drolly, not budging an inch even as the door was suddenly yanked open.

The innkeeper nearly fell backward as Madam Hatchet's face scowled out into the road, "What's wit all ta noise?"

Jaskier nearly flinched under that woman's glower. She could make Geralt pause with a stare like that, he silently swore, "Your new guard man won't let me in."

Owain rolled his eyes and tipped his head back to meet Tyssa's questioning glance. It was all Jaskier needed to know that there were no hours for the brothel. Even still, he heard the older man grumble to Tyssa under his breath, "He travels wit the witcha."

For fuck's sake, Jaskier groaned quietly.

Tyssa rolled her eyes and murmured something about idiots as she nudged the innkeeper to the side, "He's here ta see his lady, Owain. Let 'im in."

Owain looked baffled as he glanced suspiciously at the bard, "I thought he liked Lyrra."

Jaskier couldn't keep his disbelief from his expression as he tried to find the right words to vent his indignancy on the man. What business was it of his whom he decided to spend his time? Nevermind, if he were here to find Lyrra or not. He didn't have to as Tyssa uttered a pained moan, "She's inside, ya pigheaded fool."

She fairly pushed the portly man away from her door and ushered the bard into her business with all the fuss of a mother hen. It was bewildering. Especially after the narrowed eyed suspicion that he had received the last time he had been in this woman's presence. Tyssa smiled almost fondly at him, an amused twinkle in her hard eyes as if she knew what he was thinking. And wasn't that just disconcerting?

He ignored the distant sounds of debauched fun petering down the hall and stairs to them as he frowned at the Madam, "Where -"

"Down ta stairs to ta left." Tyssa answered before he could finish his question. The knowing look in her eyes was much more devious than Hillard's had been and he suddenly wondered what he would be walking into as the brothel owner pulled open a door to a set of stairs leading down, " 'Bout time tha girl took to someone."

"Wha-" Jaskier began to ask as he stepped inside, but the stairwell door shut in his face, leaving him in a dimly lit corridor, "Rude... There's something wrong with the people in this town."

Thrown by the sudden lack of noise and the sudden oppressive feeling of heat, Jaskier cautiously continued down. He had heard of brothels that offered more specialized services for its clients. Where people would need a password to enter a section such as this – quiet, private, dark … unnecessarily creepy. Yet, he heard nothing as he reached the bottom. There was only a corridor with two doors. He turned to the left and pushed the door open and prayed that the brothel's madam hadn't just sent him into a dungeon.

What on earth could Lyrra possibly be doing down here?

He received his answer seconds later when he was met by the sight of a very naked Lyrra in a steaming pool. It took several minutes for him to process that the brothel had an underground bath as his gaze devoured the expanse of flesh bared to him as she stood from rinsing some sort of soap from her long hair. He breathed out, "By the Gods."

Lyrra's gaze snapped to the door at the low sound of his voice, "Jaskier!" Automatically, her arms crossed over her chest to cover herself from his gaze, a dark blush staining her skin, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you as it so happens." Jaskier murmured amused and feeling rather grateful to the old madam upstairs as he stepped closer to the pool, "Is this a hot spring?"

"Turn around! Better yet, get out!" Lyrra hissed ignoring his question as she glared darkly at him, "How did you even get down here?"

He smirked, but did as she bid and turned his back, "It seems Madam Hatchet has taken a liking to me. She also seems to think that we're more intimately acquainted than we are."

Lyrra uttered a small oath, making Jaskier snicker. Light splashes of water broke the atmosphere for a moment before she sighed, "Alright, you can turn back."

Jaskier turned to find that she had moved to the edge of the pool barely a foot from him. Her body now obscured by the water and sidewall but there was no getting the image of her splendid naked form from his head. He smiled roguishly at her scowl, "You know, you could have just said you were going for a bath here tonight. I wouldn't have bothered you."

Lyrra shot him a look of pure disbelief.

His smile widened, "No, you're probably right. I would have snuck down here far quicker."

"Was there something you needed?" Lyrra asked drolly an unwilling smile twitched at the corners of her lips, despite her annoyance.

"Just you." Jaskier replied quietly as he bent down on one knee before her, "I wasn't in the mood to carouse with the hoards tonight, thought you might want to turn in early. We've had a long few days."

"Mmm." Lyrra agreed thoughtfully, her gaze softening as she raised a brow, "True. I'm surprised you don't want a break from me. All three of us have been in each other's pockets lately."

Jaskier merely shrugged, "I like being around you."

She stared at him a moment and he could see uncertainty lurking in her grey orbs. What she was uncertain about he wasn't sure, but Jaskier wasn't about to question it when she nodded behind her and quietly requested, "Join me."

He bit his lip as he considered her, despite his teasing he had no desire to force her into anything, "You sure? I can wait upstairs, Lyrra."

"I like being around you too." Lyrra answered softly, "Besides when's the last time you bathed in something other than the cold stream by my cottage?"

"My first night here." Jaskier murmured under his breath as he let his doublet slip to the ground. To his amusement, Lyrra turned to give him privacy as he continued to disrobe as if she wouldn't see all when he joined her in the pool. He had long gotten over any discomfort at being seen naked. Being forced to endure the trauma of the shared bathing chambers with fifty other boys while going through his formative years at Oxenfurt had effectively curbed any sense of modesty he may have possessed.

Soon enough his trousers and small clothes joined the rest of the pile on the ground and Jaskier slid gingerly into the pool. He was pleasantly surprised by how deep the watery pit went as the hot water just reached above his waist. A wooden platform had been anchored to the side walls about four feet down for people to stand on, but he could tell the well went deeper. So, it was a hot spring. Interesting.

He glanced over to see Lyrra still had her back to him, but her posture had become tense. Tense, in the way he recognized from those horrid exercises they did with her back. He stifled a sigh and wondered if he had made a mistake, "Lyrra, turn around."

She hesitated for a minute, peeking shyly over her shoulder at him. He smiled in gentle amusement at her and reached out a hand, "Come here."

Slowly, she linked her fingers with his and lets him tug her into his arms. It took every ounce of willpower he had to keep his eyes on her face and not sneak another peek. Gods, he hoped that she knew how much she tested his resolve. He raised a hand to caress her cheek as he lowly uttered, "We go at your pace, not mine." He brushed a light kiss where his hand had been, "I also don't care if you look. I encourage it even. Now, where are the soaps hidden?"

He felt more than saw the tension leave her as she smiled a little ruefully at him, "How do you do that?"

Jaskier raised a brow at her, "Do what?"

"Know what's bothering me without me saying anything." Lyrra answered as she pulled away. He watched as she moved to the opposite end of the pool where he now saw a slew of bottles. She chose a few and a rag.

Quietly, he moved beside her, "You're not that hard to read. What's that?"

He pointed to the bottle she was shaking, "Softens the hair. Dunk yourself. There's a ledge to sit on over there."

"Going to bathe me?" Jaskier asked mildly amused and more than a little excited at the prospect. A state that wasn't helped as she peered up at him through her lashes. Gods, she was a minx.

"Maybe." Lyrra murmured softly as she nudged him towards the ledge.

He smirked and quickly dipped himself below the surface to wet his hair before following her instruction. He had said they would go at her pace and he was presently very curious to see what that pace was exactly. He slipped onto the ledge and promptly found himself white-knuckling the stone next to his thighs. Lyrra had gotten over her own spell of modesty rather quickly it seemed as she no longer angled herself in just a way to hide her attributes. And what lovely attributes they were... He greedily took in the swell of her breasts and the dusty pink of her nipples that glistened and beckoned from the water to be touched. Arousal slammed through his blood at full force. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He didn't know if he could do this, definitely couldn't hide it.

Jaskier swallowed tightly as she approached and silently coaxed him to lean down. Seconds later her fingers were running through his hair and he had closed his eyes to focus only on that sensation. It had been a long time since someone had bathed him. He didn't remember the practice feeling quite this good. He leaned into her touch as she began to massage the soapy solution through his locks and fairly hummed in contentment as a light honey smell permeated the air.

Lyrra giggled but didn't stop. Suddenly she asked, "Jaskier, are you sitting on your hands?"

"Yes." He mumbled and cautiously looked up at her through one eye as he tried not to let the soap slide in, "You have absolutely no idea how enticing you are."

She had a pretty good idea, judging by the state of his cock. She shook her head at him and wiped a trail of suds from his face, "Why torment yourself like this then?"

He grinned at her, "It's such a delicious torment though and would I to die right now, I'd die fairly happy."

"Dunk." She ordered lightly humor coloring her tone as she stepped back.

When he reclaimed his spot on the ledge, she had a lathered rag ready. To his surprise, she didn't return to her ministrations right away. Lyrra set the rag to the side and stepped into his space. An almost bashful grimace lightened her visage, though he could still very much see her amusement with him. Her slender hands framed his face and he unconsciously leaned towards her as she claimed a kiss. Again, he white-knuckled the stone beneath him, but even as she stoked the fires of his lust, a nervous tendril that curled in his veins began to settle. Kissing had become familiar between the two of them. He hardly missed an opportunity the past week to taste her lips, more than content with the simple show of affection.

A dull whine of protest escaped him when she finally pulled away and Lyrra smirked at him, "Minx."

Her grey eyes danced mischievously and for a moment he likened her to a water nymph, "A reward for being good."

"Oh? And what other rewards do you have planned?" Jaskier questioned teasingly as she took up the rag and began to gently scrub the skin of his throat, "I can be very, very good, Lyrra."

"I know you can be good. It's why I put up with you." Lyrra murmured as she moved the cloth over his shoulders and chest, "Well that and you always seem to be around now."

He snorted, "Are you saying my proximity is the only reason you allow me favor?"

A smile tugged at her lips and she shook her head, "No, I allow you favor because you're good. You surprise me."

"How so?"

She sighed and gently splashed water where she had washed, "You know I find you attractive, but you don't push me for more than what I've already given. You could have had me a week ago at the inn, but you didn't. You leave a flower on the woodpile for me after Geralt pushes me through one of his exercises." He stilled fractionally and she caught his stare, "Didn't think I noticed?"

He shrugged awkwardly, "You never come inside with them."

She smiled, "Look at the cottage side when we go back. They've been tied and hanged to dry. The smell from the petals will last longer that way."

A strange contented warmth filled Jaskier at the knowledge that she was preserving his little gifts. He had started it as an act of comfort. The only way he knew how to fix some of her distress after those damnable sessions, but he hadn't been sure it had even been noticed. She bade him stand and turn as he puzzled over this revelation.

The rough cloth continued on its path across the tops of his shoulders and gradually continued down. Soapy suds slickened his skin, but it wasn't until she reached between his shoulder blades that he was introduced to a new sensation. Her fingers replaced the cloth and she drew light lines into his flesh. Familiar lines... Jaskier grimaced as he remembered the scars, he bore there. It had been a while since anyone had paid attention to those marks, "They don't hurt."

A displeased hum emitted from his enchantress at his words and he risked a glance back to see her glaring darkly at his rented flesh, "You were caned."

He blinked surprised that she recognized the punishment he'd received from just the scars, "Bit of a precocious pupil and the Headmaster had his lessons to impart. It was a long time ago, Lyrra. I promise it doesn't hurt."

Her glare shifted from his back to meet his face, "You were a child."

He was struck by the distress in her eyes as if the caning had taken place hours ago as opposed to years. He loved her at that moment, "Hey, I'm okay. Right as rain, yeah?"

Her hand lingered over his scars and Lyrra shook her head as if to clear away a dark fog, "Sorry... I don't like the idea of you hurt."

"Well, that's something." Jaskier murmured teasingly as he turned his attention back around, "Won't have to worry about you coming at me with a cane then."

The cloth resumed its path, "That's not funny."

"No, I suppose not." He uttered quietly as he sunk into her touch and pushed away from the pained memories of those punishments. She shocked him again when the rag was placed next to him and her hands gripped his hips. Light open-mouthed kisses were pressed into his mutilated skin making small shocks of flame burn across his back and to his extremities.

Gods be damned for this exquisite torture.

He gasped as she pressed fully against him. Her soft breasts molded to his form and her hands trailed a path to his racing heart as she continued to lavish attention to his healed wounds. His hand covered hers as her tongue caressed the underside of his shoulder blade, pulling a muffled moan from his lips. Who knew that such attention could be so overwhelmingly erotic? He was going to cum without her ever touching him where he needed it most.

As if she could read his mind, her other hand slipped down and drew a line over his cock. His hips jerked in reflex as another groan spilled from him. All pretense of a bath was gone now, he clutched at the lip of the pool, "Lyrrana fuck... tell me, luv."

"Shhh..." She breathed out as her touch became more bold, "Let me take care of you."

He wasn't about to stop her. She nipped gently at the nape of his neck just as she tugged upon him and he was sure he was going to die. There was just too much and not enough all at once. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere as her fingers teased and caressed. The rhythm of her strokes was frustrating as it was enticing. His hips bucked unconsciously into her hand for more. Already he could feel the tight coil in his loins, he was so close.

"Lyrrana..." He desperately pleaded.

Her hand tightened around his cock almost painfully, but then she slid down the length of him and pressed the heel of her hand to massage into his balls. He cried out seconds later as the coil was released and he came hard.

Fuck... Just fuck...

He had never – never cum like that from a handjob. His breath was ragged as he came back to his senses and his legs actually felt fucking shaky. Without much thought beyond need, he whipped around startling Lyrra as he yanked her into him. His mouth covered hers before she could form a protest. He needed to touch her, to see her, to hear her.

His, a voice growled possessively in the back of his mind. A voice he had long learned to ignore, but at that moment was more inclined to agree with – she was his for however long she would have him.

He trailed biting kisses down her jaw to her throat, intent on leaving his mark on her. Her moan was music to his ears as he played his own tender ministrations to her supple body.

"Jas...Jaskier." She gasped out laughingly as she tried to gain his attention. He hummed in acknowledgment but didn't stop his lavish kiss to her throat, "You know you don't need to return the favor."

He pulled back affronted as he stared down at her. Did she really think that he was truly the type of man who didn't enjoy giving pleasure as much as taking it?

Lyrra's eyes widened as she seemed to realize how he had taken that comment. Quiet laughter fell from her lips at his outrage as she sought to soothe his bruised ego, "You can if you want-"

"I want. I more than want. I demand, woman." Jaskier rasped firmly, still annoyed that this had even been questioned.

Brimming with amusement, Lyrra cupped his face in her hands, "Jaskier, I only meant, that I wanted to bring you pleasure, I wasn't expecting anything in return. You've given me so much else."

He still wasn't happy with that response as he pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, "And I don't expect such pleasure as payment, Lyrra. I like you...a lot in case you haven't noticed. Returning the favor as you call it, isn't a favor. It's a damn gift."

She stared at him stunned and he wanted to shake her. This shouldn't be a bloody surprise. A frustrated huff left him as he caged her against the side of the pool, "Lyrra, please by the Gods, tell me that your lovers have not all been so egregiously selfish."

He knows there have to be others. The way she had seduced him at the inn, and the way she brought him to completion a few minutes ago spoke to less traumatic sexual experiences.

Her mouth moved silently for a moment before she shrugged, "I've only ever had two."

Jaskier stared at her for a moment, "Tell me that one of those was not... that you're not counting him." He spat the last word distressed and she looked away from him. He knew exactly what that meant. They hadn't talked about him, the man who had abused her. He had been too afraid of opening more old wounds and she seemed more than content to let them rest, but this he would not abide, "He cannot be classified anywhere in the same vicinity as a lover, Lyrra. Not someone like that. And this other idiot you bedded?"

Lyrra sighed a faint frown twisting at her lips, "I was more comfortable giving than receiving."

That was a little more understandable to Jaskier, if still unconscionable, "I have half a mind to rent one of these rooms from Madam Hatchet and lock us both in until you know what it's like to have every kind of carnal pleasure drawn from your bones." Her eyes snapped to his in keen interest and amused protest, "You have a great deal to discover and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy showing you."

"Jaskier." Lyrra huffed lowly with a shake of her head.

He smiled darkly at her disbelief and snaked a hand between them to slip a finger along her most intimate part. She gasped at the sudden contact and he was pleased to find a slickness that betrayed her arousal. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this. He didn't give her much time to process as he stole another kiss before he gripped her hips and hefted her out of the pool.

"Jaskier!" Lyrra protested when he pulled her legs open to bare her fully to his sight and refused to let her shut them again.

It was a terribly vulnerable position, he knew, but it was also kind of the point. He gazed up at her, eyes almost black with desire, "Trust me?"

A shuddering breath stole through her under that look as she hesitantly nodded.

"Good." He purred as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee and drew her leg over his shoulder, "Lean back and relax, Lyrrana... If you want me to stop." He grinned roguishly, "Just pull my hair."

She snorted quietly, "What beast have I awoken?"

"An insatiable one." Jaskier answered as he nipped and licked his way up her thighs. So close to where he wanted to taste, but still so far.

He skillfully teased and caressed every inch before him as he listened to the harmony of her ragged breathes and muffled moans until she was a withering mess. And then he was there. Nuzzling the soft thatch of curls that marked her womanhood as she squirmed in his grasp. To get closer or away he wasn't sure, but he firmed his arm over her hips to keep her still as his hot tongue ran the length of her slit. The faint cry that echoed through the chamber was pure bliss.

He smiled and licked up the juices she was creating and nearly moaned at the taste. Better than any wine. A growl rumbled through his throat and he pushed her legs wider as he searched for the nub that would have her keening. He found it as his teeth grazed over the tender flesh and she jerked violently in his grasp. Jaskier gazed fastened to her face to make sure she was alright but found the most sinfully beautiful sight on the Continent.

Lyrra's head had tipped back, her eyes half-closed in a pleasured torment were framed by the peaks of her breasts as her chest heaved. She was magnificent. His tongue swirled a circle around her clit and she cried out and tried to squirm away. He kept her still as he continued his slow torture, adding a finger, then two, then three as he stretched her entrance.

Sweat now dampened her body as much as steam. She cried out again, "Julian, please!"

He jerked in surprise to hear his given name, but strangely he liked it. He liked it a lot. He crooked a finger inside her and dragged it across the top of her wonderful chasm as he sucked hard on her nub. The result was spectacular as Lyrra cried out once more and her walls spasmed tightly around his still thrusting fingers. Slick coated his hand as he lathed up the mess he had made.

Lyrra had had enough, however as her fingers entwined in his wet locks and she gave an urgent tug. Jaskier froze and turned a questioning glance on her. Wondering if he had inadvertently hurt her or crossed an unspoken line without realizing. She tightened her grip and rasped, "Get up here."

That was a demand he would gladly follow. In a flash, he was out of the pool and hovering over her as their lips met again. Her legs wrapped snuggly around his waist and it was all the encouragement that he needed as he thrust into her. Groans were pulled from both of them and Jaskier swore he blacked out. Gods, he had never been clutched so perfectly, hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. He had been joking when he had called himself insatiable, but he honestly didn't know if he could stop touching her now.

He couldn't help but chuckle as Lyrrana managed to reverse their positions and pinned his hands by his head. She looked as needy as he felt, "What?"

He grinned at her, "If this is what it is to worship at your alter... then I'd be a very religious man indeed."

"You're ridiculous. I'm hardly someone to be worshipped and this is nowhere near close to a church." A shaky laugh tumbled from her throat as she leaned over him. Her hair created a veil around them as she claimed a kiss that was tentative and soft as she began to ride him.

He was absolutely enraptured, "Oh, but you are. You are my goddess. My angel. My muse."

"Jaskier -"

"Julian." He murmured, desperate to hear his given name on her lips again, "Use my name."

Lyrra smiled gently at him, "Julian, shut up and move."

He heartily obliged.

They moved together searching for that crescendo. Their bodies entwined so completely that he was no longer sure where he ended and she began. Then he felt her tremble. It was his only warning before she shattered completely and utterly around him. He was overwhelmed and overcome as he cried out a second later and followed after her.

He felt like he was floating as he basked in the afterglow.

Lyrra had collapsed bonelessly against him and he barely heard her murmur, "It's never been like that before."

It's a statement he can wholly agree with, never had a coupling felt that intense. Suddenly, he felt her shaking again and for a horrible moment, he was sure that she was crying, "Lyrra?"

Only she wasn't, she was laughing as she met his worried gaze, "Well, I think we can safely say you cannot be friends with a woman or at the very least with me."

Jaskier snorted as he recalled that particular conversation, "I much prefer this anyway... We should talk about this."

A sigh left her as she rested her chin on his chest, "We should."

There's a reluctance in her gaze that he was slow to understand. He didn't get a chance to ask as a loud pounding resounded on the door to the chamber, "If youse finished in there, there are otters who be needing ta space."

A red flush suddenly coated Lyrra's cheeks and Jaskier couldn't help but laugh at her mortified expression, "Just a few minutes. We'll be out."

"Do you think she heard all of that?" Lyrra whispered as she rolled off him.

"Probably." He felt bereft at the loss of contact but merely sighed as he followed her back into the pool.

They cleaned themselves quickly, mostly because Lyrra refused to let him within touching distance until they're out of the water again. He didn't take it personally. He knew they would spend another hour in that pool if she would let him.

It isn't until they were dressing that Jaskier felt his good mood slip. He had just pulled on his breeches when he looked over to see Lyrra wringing out her hair. Her back was to him and it was the first time he had seen it bare. He approached her without thought to what he was doing until he was tracing the puckered red flesh that lied in almost the same place as his caning scars. Hers was not a caning scar...it was a damn brand. He was unsurprised when Lyrra automatically jerked from his touch.

Her eyes were wide as she turned to him, "Jaskier."

A cold pit opened in his stomach as he stared at her in horror. A quiet seething rage had begun to build and it terrified him, "Who did this? Tell me his name."

Lyrra sighed tiredly and pulled her dress the rest of the way up, hiding her scar from view, "It doesn't matter now. We need to go."

"Doesn't matter?" He questioned in disbelief, "Doesn't matter? There's a bloody brand on your back."

"I know." Lyrra snapped as she glared up at him. She drew a calming breath and slowly leaned against him, "Not here, Jaskier, please. It's not going away whether I tell you about it or not. Please let's just go. We were both so happy a moment ago."

He didn't move as he tried to gain control of his anger. He had known – had known she had been hurt, had been tormented, but it hadn't truly registered until he saw that fucking burn. He felt sick. Who the fuck branded someone? She seemed to sense his struggle as she leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Please."

There was another kiss and another and before he realized it, he had slipped his hands around her waist and pressed his head to hers, "Alright... alright. But we will have this discussion, Lyrra."

Her lips tightened into a thin line, but she didn't argue. He let her lead him from the bathing chamber and didn't comment on her blush as they passed a very smug-looking brothel owner. They reached the top of the stairs when an unexpected sight caught their attention. Both of them raised their brows in curiosity.

Geralt had stepped out of a room down the hall and was adjusting his shirt when he caught sight of them in turn. Behind him stood a very sated looking woman in a dressing gown which left no allusions as to what he had been up to.

There was a moment of awkward silence and Jaskier was pleasantly surprised when it wasn't him that broke it with a crass comment, but Lyrra, "So, this is what checking on your horse means."

He choked on a laugh as Geralt glowered at them, "I see you got the love bite this time."

Lyrra flushed deeper and Jaskier couldn't stop the wolfish smirk that tugged at his lips. In silent agreement, the trio decided not to say anything further as they exited the brothel and headed for Lyrra's cottage.

Jaskier made it a good five minutes before he asked, "So, how is Roach?"

Geralt didn't even look at him, "Jaskier, shut up."

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prompt: unanswered questions, Star Wars (it's vague but I'm sure you've got something

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I did the thing! Sorry if it wasn’t what you were looking for, but I really needed to practice writing a Padmé voice, and this cute little thing was what came to mind!

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The first time Anakin asks Padmé to marry him, he is more than a little drunk.

Well, not drunk, per say, but certainly drugged.

It is the morning after the Battle of Geonosis, and the massive Republic cruisers sent to retrieve its new army from the battlefield are due to arrive back on Coruscant in a couple of hours.

Aboard one of them is Padmé, who has just finished having her own injuries from the battle redressed by a med-droid, and is absolutely not using her being in the medbay anyway as an excuse to go searching for the handsome face that had whirled back into her life with all the heat and intensity of a summer sandstorm.

It takes a couple of tries, peering into rooms to see other wounded Jedi, offering Senatorial thank you’s and well-wishes. She is the only civilian on board.

Eventually, she peeks in and there he is. Her heart does that new, terrifying, exhilarating little twist it’s made a habit of whenever she sees him, and if she hurries into the room to take a seat in the stool pulled up next to his sleeping form, well, no one else is there to see her.

And if she makes the mistake of looking too long at him, face soft and young and beautiful in slumber, gods, if she looks at his hand— or lack of, anyway —well, there’s no one there to apologize to as she ducks down and trails her lips across his brow, his nose, his cheek, the barest of breaths against his half-open mouth.

She hasn’t seen him since they were separated in the battle, since she held her own side by side with those new clone soldiers, since she had been swept away in the aftermath to medical for the claw slashes on her back, to emergency holocalls with various senators including the Chancellor to discuss the oncoming war, to a hasty gathering with the assembled members of the Jedi Council to recount what exactly had happened when her and Anakin had decided to leave Naboo.

(She doesn’t mention Tatooine at all.)

She hadn’t even known Anakin had landed himself in intensive care until she had asked faux-casually as she could manage how her assigned protectors had fared, and a councilor, she couldn’t remember who, had taken pity and told her.

She hasn’t realized until now just how frightened she had been, just how much she’s missed him, and she’s scared that the thought no longer scares her. Yes he had lost his hand, but he could have died and she wouldn’t have even been there to say goodbye...

As she steals that hint of a kiss, he shifts, mumbling incoherently against her mouth, and she freezes, jerking her face backwards until she’s hovered a respectable distance over him, watching in anticipation as his long lashes flutter. His nose twitches as one of her loose curls brushes against it and she quickly sits up to wrap the offending strands into a messy bun. When she turns back around, he’s watching her, goofy smile on his face and blue eyes sparkling under half-lids.

“Hiya, Angel.”

Padmé feels herself flush like the giddy teenager she never got to be. “Hello, Ani. How are you feeling?”

“Y’ so pretty,” Anakin informs her, completely ignoring her question and tilting his head to the side, gazing at her adoringly. It’s incredibly endearing.

It also isn’t quite right, Padmé decides, as she notes the hazy glint in his eyes, the dropping of his mouth, the slurring of his words as he babbles something else about angels and how he’s in love with one— her heart takes flight at that part, and she has to forcibly pull it back down again. She spots the number of tubes and wires trailing beneath the sheet he’s tucked tightly under that lead to the stump on his wrist, and she realizes she doesn’t even know how he was injured.

“Anakin,” she laughs, tilting away from his left hand as it emerges from the sheet to paw at her face, catching it in her own. “You’re still on pain meds.”

“What? Nah.” Anakin’s nose wrinkles adorably. “‘Kay, maybe a little. Jus’ a bit. It’s a happy buzz, s’all.” His eyes meet hers again and she can feel the hand she’s captured tighten around her fingers. “You make me happy.”

Something catches in her throat, and Padmé is forced to swallow before speaking. “You make me happy too,” she says honestly, and it’s the truth.

“Heh.” He offers her another dopey smile and it takes all of her trained, Queenly restraint not to kiss it right off his face. She settles for stroking a hand down his cheek as he leans into it.

He still hasn’t answered her question though. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” she asks gently, nodding towards where his stump arm is draped across his chest in a protective mechano-casing.

Something darker stirs in his eyes, and she just squeezes his hand in comfort, treading as lightly as she can. “You don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to.”

Anakin scowls, shaking his head and running a thumb over her knuckles. “Dooku,” he eventually spits out.

Padmé bites back her own snarl at the mention of the Count. “I hear he escaped,” she says evenly. “I’m sorry.”

“My fault,” Anakin mutters. “Mastern’I were fighting ‘im. He hurt Obi Wan, n’ I tried t’ take him alone. Failed. Yoda had to save our asses.”

Padmé can tell that from his averted gaze and the way he’s leaning his missing limb away from her, right now it’s his pride that has taken the most serious injury. Unable to help herself, she raises his grasped flesh hand and kisses it. “I’m just happy you’re alive and safe.”

Rolled eyes and a snort. “Not all of me.” He waves his stump in the air for emphasis. “Gonna be part cyborg, gonna set off all th’ metal detectors.”

A giggle escapes Padmé at that, and she stifles it quickly in fear of upsetting him, but when she looks at him she just sees proud content on his face. He’s happy he made her laugh.

She smiles reassuringly, now gathering both his stump and his flesh hand together in hers. “Well I can promise you I won’t have any metal detectors. You’ll be safe with me.” She kicks herself inwardly. What am I saying?

He turns a charming shade of red and ducks his head slightly, staring at their connected hands. He mutters something under his breath, and she nudges him. “Come again?”

He looks up at her now, blue eyes shining with a new sense of eager urgency. “I was just thinking,” he says slowly, “that maybe you could give me your hand...”

Okay, now he’s definitely been on the medication for too long. “I don’t think that would work,” she tells him, struggling to hide her laughter. “I kind of need my hand, and it’s a bit small for you, wouldn’t you say so?

He pouts again. “That’s not what I—“

“And here I was worried about leaving you by yourself.”

Padmé almost has a heart attack, whipping around to see Anakin’s master leaning in the doorway.

“Hey, Master,” Anakin greets him casually, as if he’s not still gripping Padmé’s hand with his remaining one. “See, Padmé, just look at what Dooku did to his leg!”

Obi Wan is currently wearing pants so Padmé can’t actually see what happened, but from the way he grips a cane to support himself and the bags under his eyes, she can tell he’s had a rough time. She wonders if he’s slept yet.

“Hello, Anakin. Senator Amidala.” He dips his head at her, and she realizes with a start that he must have been the one to pull the chair next to Anakin’s bed that she’s currently sitting in.

“Knight Kenobi,” she greets in return, starting to rise to give him his seat back, only for him to shake his head and motion for her to keep it. She resettles uncomfortably, trying her best to shake off any sort of prickly defensiveness. She’s only visiting the man who helped protect her, she’s done nothing wrong, nothing to feel guilty about.

Obi Wan’s grey eyes seem to hold no accusation in them, however, so she forces herself to calm as he enters the room. “How are you, Senator? You’re healing from your injuries, I hope?”

The claw marks on Padmé’s back twinge at the reminder, and she rolls her shoulders, surprised he‘s remembered. “I’m doing well, thank you; I can barely feel them anymore. And you?”

Anakin cuts in rather rudely. “Hey, Master, could you talk to Padmé later? She still needs to answer my question.”

Padmé blinks. “What question?”

“What I was just asking you about,” Anakin insists.

Hands?! She shoots a helpless glance at Obi Wan, who gives the slightest of shrugs and an amused smile before turning to Anakin.

“It seems you’ve caught the lady unawares, young one. Care to repeat the question for her?”

Anakin huffs. “I was trying to ask her to marry me.”

Silence.

“Oh,” Padmé says faintly. He wants my hand...

“Oh,” Obi Wan echoes, looking rather like someone has pulled the ground out from under him. Padmé thinks she knows the feeling.

“Well?” Anakin demands.

“Um,” is Padmé’s eloquent response, and Obi Wan’s hand goes to pinch the bridge of his nose.

There’s more awkward, dragging silence, and Padmé doesn’t know if she can breathe, and then at the same time—

“I am so sorry!” her and Obi Wan blurt out in unison.

“I’m not,” Anakin offers.

Obi Wan makes a frustrated noise, but otherwise ignores him in favor of Padmé. “You’re sorry?”

“I shouldn’t have woken him up!” Padmé gasps, hands flailing. “He needs rest, he’s still on medication—“

“I’m not that drugged,” Anakin says indignantly.

“It’s not your fault, I promise you this isn’t normal behavior for him,” Obi Wan’s own eyes are rather wide. “I know he meant no—“

“I meant it,” Anakin insists.

“He meant no offense,” Obi Wan finishes in exasperation.

“Please, none taken, it’s really fine,” Padmé promises, having stood from the chair at this point, noticing how her and Obi Wan have been circling each other like anxious buzzards.

“You guys look kinda pale, maybe you should sit down,” Anakin observes from the bed, patting both sides with hand and stump. “And Padmé—“

“You both should get some rest,” Padmé breathes, half-wondering why she hasn’t physically turned into a quivering lump of jelly to match her insides. “I should be going.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” There’s a frown in Anakin’s voice and she cant bear to look at his face.

“I’m sure you two will see each other again.” The assurance from Obi Wan makes her turn to him in shock. He’s staring right at her, and for the first time, she can see that the normally unreadable man looks as frightened as she is.

Will she reveal what Anakin asked her? Will she stay or will she go? Will she hurt him? that gaze says.

Padmé feels as though she must be visibly trembling, but she nods back, words addressed to Anakin but eyes straight on Obi Wan. “Of course we will, Anakin. I’ll still need someone to see me home safely after, won’t I?”

I’ll not tell a soul, how can I leave him, I love him, I love him so much it terrifies me.

“Okay, good,” Anakin says, and Obi Wan offers her the most tentative of smiles in return.

“I will see you both around, then,” Padmé tells them stiffly. “I’ll see you around”? Smooth, Senator... She gives them both a nod, turning on her heel and heading for the door. “Good day, Master Jedi.”

She hears Anakin call out “Bye, Padmé!” as she ducks through the doorway and scurries off down the hall, clutching her dress closely to her sides.

She knows she is considered attractive by a number of species, and this is far from the first impromptu proposal she has received over a lifetime as Queen and senator. Anakin, however, is the only one out of all of them who has ever made her want to answer “yes”.

Once they arrive back on Coruscant, it’s a whirlwind of rushing back to her home to throw on an appropriate outfit for the emergency Senate session the Chancellor calls immediately, struggling to make herself heard over the raucous from the pods around her as she makes a last ditch plea for consideration of any other possible routes they could take that wouldn’t mean civil war, despair when the vote falls in favor of it, even when she knew it was coming.

The rest of that week is spent making future plans with political allies, contacting the Council and confirming that yes, she is still to have an escort when she returns home, and solidifying the details of the trip back to Naboo itself, and what she will discuss with the Queen once she arrives.

The entire time, Anakin’s question is a burning flame in the back of her mind.

When the day comes that she is to travel home, she clenches her fingers tightly in the pockets of her traveling dress, worrying. Maybe he won’t even come, maybe they have sent someone else altogether to escort her back.

But no, there he is, golden hair gleaming in the setting sunlight, head bowed in respect but dark blue eyes peering up at her hopefully, both hands conspicuously hidden from view inside his robe pockets.

His master is walking with him, hand on his shoulder, but when they meet, Padmé is informed that only Anakin will be escorting her back; Obi Wan has business to attend to here.

Padmé doesn’t even have time to process what that means, that once again they will be alone together, when Obi Wan is stepping away, telling them to take care. His eyes meet hers for a brief moment and Padmé catches the double meaning.

I will always take care of him, she vows.

Then they’re boarding the ship and they’re taking off and they’re jumping to lightspeed, and they’re very much alone and Padmé feels like the ship is going much too slow, like her heart is racing parsecs ahead of them.

They both sit there awkwardly for a time, watching hyperspace swirl around them, before Anakin takes a deep breath and holds up his right hand, which he had taken out of his pockets earlier but has been sheathed in a black glove.

She can’t take her eyes away as he slowly, with unsteady fingers, unlatches the buckles and snaps holding it on, then slips the glove off. He offers the glove to her, but she takes the hand instead.

It’s a basic design, skeletal lines of metal shimmering from the light of space around them. He’s talking to her about it in a gruff, embarrassed tone, saying how it doesn’t look like much but it was what they had at the time, and he’s already drawing up blueprints for modifications, and then he’s cutting himself off with a shiver when she rolls the shining knuckles in her grip.

She looks up at him and he’s looking at her and now he’s much closer than he was before and then he’s kissing her. She kisses him back.

Surprisingly, it’s him who breaks it first, resting his forehead against hers. His voice when he speaks is rougher, lower, and that definitely does something for her.

“You never answered my question.”

“What question?”

She knows exactly what question he’s talking about.

He humors her anyway. “In medical, on the ship back from Geonosis. I remember asking you something very important, and you never gave me an answer. I know I’m not making it up.”

She lets out a shaky breath. “Oh. You mean the one you asked in front of your master when you were high on painkillers? I think I can remember that.”

He pulls away, making a face at her. “First of all, I was not that high. I was basically sober. Second, Obi Wan’s seen me way worse saying way dumber things, there’s no way he took it seriously.”

She arches a brow at him and he realizes his mistake, backpedaling. “Not that anything about this is dumb, stars no, ignore me. See, I say dumb things!”

She tries to look disapproving at him, but his panicked expression makes her crack into laughter, and now he’s just sulking. “I promise you, Padmé, I meant everything I said, and I won’t take it back.”

Her response surprises both of them. “Then ask me again.”

What am I doing?

To his credit, he doesn’t hesitate for a moment, taking up both of her hands in both his metal and flesh ones, looking deep into her eyes. She feels like she’s drowning in them. “Padmé, I love you more than the stars themselves. Will you marry me?”

She’s going too fast, is what she’s doing, but for Padmé at this moment, it feels like she’ll never need brakes again.

“Yes,” she breathes, filled with exhilaration from the speed high, and leans in for another kiss.

[jesusatmysix]

So You Think You're In A Struggle.....?

How The VA Screws Over Veterans. part3

So I'm looking for yet another place.... I suggest a place called La Mesita. Popov que right in, "no, that place is full of prostitutes!" Goddamn! Like, first of all...... how the fuck is he gonna tell me , "No"!? And how the hell does he know its full if prostitutes!? So, we try this place on Broadway, just off of Dobson. Back then, this area was a drug infested area. I wasn't really thrilled with the location, or with the sample i was shown. But it would have sufficed if nothing else manifested. So, we return to the car. Popov saids, "I'll be right back. I meant to grab some brochures. So, he takes me home. I get to thinking, the place on Broadway was near a whole lot of stores and two bus stops. So, i called the guy back two days later. WTF! Dude tells me, when this bastard went back inside. He told dude i didn't want the apartment, but he had another vet he'd like to bring by. So, the apartment was taken! Low life ass cut throat bullshit.

And It Gets Better!

So, i didnt say shit to him. Watched and waited! I found this apartment on Country Club. It was okay, but the carpet was disgusting. So, i told the manager if yall change the carpet out. I'll take it. A pretty decent location. Popov looked at it! Agreed that the carpets needed to be pulled. Be t did absolutely nothing to make sure it was done. My previous female caseworkers would have never let their vets move in there. So, come move in day, the same filthy carpets were on the floors. WTF! The manager informed me, because the housing inspector approved it. He didn't have to change the carpets. So this inspector and i. We had words! You fucking bastard... you move veterans into filth like this? Really!?

Be back shortly!

Okay! Yall know i like to write. Well, Obama had an email address. Obama read his emails.

And , swear ...... God as my witness, he answered me back. Not pertaining to the apartment, but some other stuff. Seems as though the landlord if the property was a genuine slumlord. She decided that it was in her best interest to surrended the property back to the bank.

Now, while all this was transpiring. I found out that Popov had an ex vet living up in there, and his sorry ass was a racist. I found out that a bunch if the residents were back on their rent. There was this one black chic who was always begging me for food.

And during thus this time..... my granddaughter had list her apartment so i let her move her furniture, dog and two cats in. She stayed a couple of nights, then would come walk the dog and shower. So, i guess the racist white ex vet had told Popov that my grandaughter was there. So he shows up at my door unexpectedly. Im like, "damn, welfare social workers don't even do this anymore." His bullshit was, "i was just in the neighborhood." Yeah, and imma play the stupid bitch role!

So since we were dealing with new management. Im guessing they were cautious of me. So, all the apartments were renovated but mine.

I had an alarm in my door. No one knew it was there. My granddaughter didn't even know. It was set to allow me four minutes to get in and out. I come home, and there was a group of folks just hanging out across the court yard. I heard one whisper, "she has an alarm on her door." WTF!

Gots ta move again! Didn't really like the place. So, one day Popov comes to take me apartment hunting or to an appointment. I forget which. I had to put in my dentures real quick. I told him I'd be right there. Im standing at the vanity doing the adhesive thing. I catch out the corner of my eye, this asshole had stuck his head around the corner of the wall. Grinning like a damn Chesher cat. WTF!

And that reminds me of the time we went to Housing to drop off papers. Dude had a thing fir Beltran-Jose. She was in, but busy. So, the lady told him to hand her the paper work. He said, "I'll just take a minute and hand them to her. Buzz me back!" Lady said, "you cant go back there!" Mfr turned red....."I'M HUD-VASH!" Lady said, "i don't care who you are." He was mad and quiet the rest of the trip.

I realize by now, his ass probably has seen this. And he probably laughed it off. VA is a perfected lying machine. And besides, i told y'all l. They label you mental so no one will listen.

So, without his assistance. That i no longer trusted. I find what i thought was the perfect apartment. Washer/dryer, two bus routes. McDonalds on the corner. Goodwill up the street.

Sometime during all this my sister passed away. It was after i moved into this delusion of perfection I think.

Time to get ready for bed now...

Rats are fed, and its gonna be another chilly one.

I saw my British Airways plane today. YES! I'M IN LOVE WITH AN AIRPLANE! THERE! 🤭

[dontselloutbuyinblog]

Call back

Mercedez pov I woke up and I got a shower and put on my outfit and I waited for a call from either Sarah or Steve and I got up and made a Sam witch that had Buffalo Chicken lettuce tomato and cheese and Mayo and I got a Dr. Pepper then  I sat down then my phone started to ring. So I grab my phone and I saw it was Sarah. "hello what's up." she says "well I had the worse day well almost I need help now so can you please come over I need someone to talk to Someone, please." Mercedez says "okay I'm coming just give me a minute." so I waited and I heard a knock "I'm here." she says "okay coming."  Mercedez says so I got the door and open it "come in please." so she sat down and she grabs my Sam witch and took a bite "um so good did you put pepper and salt on it?" Sarah ask "Yeah I did why did you ask?" mercedez says "well because I just wanted to know I guess you seem so out of it what's good with you." Sarah says "well I didn't get any sleep at all today and I fell very upset I've been waiting for hours for a call back and still nothing I hate that guy he gives me powers just to let me suffer I can't take it anymore." I say then taking a  sip of my soda "well you just have to wait don't you he might be busy or something." "Well, I need a coffee please tell me you that your coffee machine is workin"  "Yeah but I I don't have any coffee."but we can go to the store and get some."  Sarah says "nah I'm fine I'll just not drink coffee" today." "I need something to relive me of stress too." Mercedez says "well yeah I guess but I think you need sleep ,and I wanna ask you how did you manage not to mention that you have aleister  black's number." Sarah says "well I call you but you were sleeping so I left a message on your phone but I guess you got it now." Mercedez says "no he just call you and your phone on mute."  "but I saw it  the screen and I wanna know why don't you hang out with him he honestly wants to hang out with you." she says "I'm not in the mood to hang out I feel like I'm gonna teleport myself out of where ever I go so I don't know so I'm just really tired of this I need sleep but I keep falling on the floor so I can't sleep." Mercedez says "well whys your phone on vibration when you're waiting for a call." Sarah says "well because I need sleep." "You are such a liar by your scared of him, aren't you?" Sarah says "of black  hell no I might hang out with him." Mercedez says "no of Steve he's not gonna do anything to you he's gonna train you and run some test." "Well, I don't know anything about him so please let me be scared of this." *phone vibrates* "oh look who it is its steve." she says "so I grab my phone and hung it up."are you serious right now give me your phone.' Sarah says "no way I'm not giving my phone up at  all I'm not going anywhere." I say In a crying voice "no you are going your tired you can't sleep and your gonna get yourself hurt if you don't go to Steve so give me your phone so I can call him back." she says "no get out please I need sleep." "no give me your phone so you can get better." Sarah says So I get up and I walk away and Sarah following me right behind. "You are being a child give me the phone now." Sarah says "okay never gonna happen so just leave now." I say with tears in my eyes  so she tackle me to the ground and took my phone and put in my password and call Steve back. "Hello this is Sarah Mercedez's friend  Sarah" says "yeah  she's here shes too scared, to come to you so you need to come pick her up now she's really in trouble like shes scared because ,she can't control her powers and I think shes gonna hurt herself like I don't know what you can do but do something about it." "If you don't pick her up im taken her to you." "Cause im not letting her hurt herself." Sarha says "okay I'm coming now okay just give me a minute where are you at her apartment." Steve ask "well yeah that's where I am." Sarah says "okay  I'm coming just keep me posted." Steve pov I was in my house and I got a phone call from Sarah mercedez friend, and I was heading out to go to her apartment to help her control her powers so I got in my tesla and I stop at Starbucks for coffee and went to drive to Mercedez apartment. "I'm  so scared that she's gonna try to hurt me for giving her powers." But I'm not getting any bad vibes from her so I think that she's a good person so I made it to her apartment and I knock on the door. "Hey, Sarah in here is everything okay with Mercedez?" I ask worrying yeah "I'm coming just give me a minute she says stay here Mercedez your gonna get help." Sarah says "oh yeah help from the man that gave the powers." Mercedez says "well you kinda agree to get the powers but okay." Sarah says "shut up your not helping me I'm still mad at him so stop please get the door before I teleported out of nowhere." Mercedez says "who are you Randy Orton." sarha says "maybe that might be a cool move if I teleported and hit someone with a rko but I'm not gonna do that."Mercedez says giggling. "Okay, im going to get the door stop distracting me please." she says "fine I won't." Mercedez says  so I walk to the door and I open it." sorry about the hold up I was just making her calm down." "Its cool where is she?" steve says shes "in her room Mercedez come on out please."  steve says "fine im coming just give me a minute." so I grab my phone and purse and I walk out of my room so I put on my sneakers and walk next to Sarah and gave her a hug and I let go of the hug." ill see you later sarha." I say as I felt the tears fall down my face im scared sarha I don't want to do this I can't do it Steve I can't go." I say still tears falling off my face."well I don't care if you can't lets go now or ill drag you out you here in  two seconds lets go if I knew you were gonna be this stubborn I would have never save you." Steve says  "oh shut up asshole do you understand I'm scared of not being able to control my power." Mercedez says "well that's why I'm gonna train you so lets go now." Steve says "fine then." I say walking towards the door still scared "so what car did you come in cause I know that you own multiple cars." Mercedez says walking down the stairs. "So I think we need to start with the teleporting part cause you need to Learn to control it better." Steve says "well no duh I need to learn to control it tell me something I don't know cause ill just walk back upstairs right now." Mercedez says "let's go now I don't want to deal with your shit anymore let's get in my car so I can drown you out with music already." Steve says "oh so it's like that I see you don't care to hear me talk." Mercedez says "no I don't but you can stay I do if you want to make yourself feel better." in his Irish accent "fine then ill shut up unless you talk to me." I say opening the door to leave the apartment complex so we walk out of the complex and I see a Tesla and my jaw drop. "Well okay, then I guess. I say to myself." "so you like my car." Steve says to open the door the car doors. So I got in the car put on my seat belt and he got in the car and did the same thing. And he started the car and close the doors and then he put it out of the park and started to drive the car."so what type of music do you listen to?"  "well I listen all types sometimes it depends on what it is I mean I don't mind some country and rap but some of it is annoying and same with pop but that's what I mostly listen to so if you can put on like pop or r&b it would fine." "Well you talk way too much and I'm gonna put on Pandora."which he did and g easy started to play. "I love this song is really like g easy." "so do you like them, Steve."  "Yeah so why do you talk so much I mean its kinda annoying that you talk a lot so please shut up for a minute cause you can talk when we get my mansion okay?" "All right so I have one question am I the only one your experiment work on." "Well yeah if It was so we would have many people running around killing and doing crimes." "So how long until we get there." "well about a couple of minutes so you can calm down okay just relax and shush for one minute, please." "Fine I will I after this one question when did you get to America like when did you and your family come here?" "When I was about 16 we move here and I went to school and we were living  pretty bad." but I finish school got a full ride to Yale then  I got so much money I meet this guy he was very smart and he ask me to help him with his experment." "So  I did so one day he ask me to do the test to give him the powers then it killed him because it wasn't healthy so his last words were to keep this going to give someone powers." "So I keep trying and I finally got it and now I get payed for my inventions."  Steve says " we'll that's great okay so you like doing test on people?" Well yeah I love to help people, one time I saved a lady that was paralized and I made her walk again." "That's awesome that you did that for her we need more people like you in the world." I say "well that we do." So why did you save my life I mean you didn't have to." "Well I live to do that." " That's awesome you know." "We're here so now you ready to learn to do this." "Hell yeah dude." "Holy shit." "You like the house?" "Hell yes how much did this cost." "It cost about 6million dollar for the first part of it then the additional building cost about 7.8 million dollars." "Wow man Jesus that's a lot of money." "Yeah well let me call my assistant to come and get us so we can go inside." So he take out his phone and presses a button and all of a sudden I see a floating car come near us so we get out of his car and we go towards the floating car. "Hello there steve." She says  " well im great." "Wait what happened to your Irish accent." "It comes and goes." "Oh okay." "Let's go in the car people." So we went inside the car. "I suggest that you put on ur seat belt this ride will give you an injury without the seat belt." "Okay I already got hurt enough I don't need to get hurt." "So the car started to drive and in 5.5 seconds we were at the back of the building." I feel dizzy." I say "Stacy plastic bag." Steve says "oh your name is Stacy that awesome." I say "okay mr.bate here you go."  the car says. " What era am I in did your machine make me time travel." "No but if you want we can make that here's the bag don't puke in my sexy car." "Yeah I should throw up in the car." "Please don't it please." "Fine what ever dude." "So what's ur name?" "My name is Nadia." "Awesome." "Well I was thinking we take some test on you and we can figure out how to work better with you so." "Okay that sounds good to me." "Alright Damian open." Steve says then I see a huge training area and I see a whole bunch of machines. "Holy shit dude." "Yeah So take a seat."where at dude?" "Oh Damian chair please." Then I see a chair start to get made from some machine. "What the actual fuck." "Well take a seat." So I took a seat and I saw Steve walk to a computer. *Scans face* "okay we're doing a test." "So first question were do you work?" "Well I work at the a gym." " Okay next question who's your best friend?" "My best friend is Sarah." "Alright next question what's your full name?" "My full name is mercedez Starr Flores." "Okay awesome thank you." "Next question do u have a boyfriend?" "No why do u ask." "No reason." "Okay if you saw a human or a kitten stuck on a roof which one would you save?" "Both I can tellport you know." " It was a trick question." "Next are you a virgin?" "Yes I am." "Awesome thank God  Steve mutter." " Huh what did you just say I couldn't hear you." "Nothing just talking to myself." "Um your weird." "So now I'm done with these questions we can get to the cool stuff." "Alright I was thinking about you contracting on your powers and by doing that I think meditation can help you." " Okay how do I do that?" "Okay so how about walking to the room over here and think about a place and really focus on that one place." "Okay so go inside that room and  think of a place okay I can do this." So I walk to the room and sat down and started to think of my house. "Okay somethings gonna happen and im gonna be there." Okay ill be there just wat for it okay."  *twenty minutes later* "alright how about Taco Bell."  *Twenty minutes later* "okay how about japan." " 20 minutes* later  "okay I'll take a break."  "Hey Steve I'm kina not getting it so I need to take a break." "Alright then let's take a five you want something to eat?" "Yeah um what were you thinking " "dillian order me the whole menu on the resturnat fliffy's." "Okay sir I did it and do you want to leave a tip." "Okay yes um leave 300 dollar tip."  "Okay so fid anything happen did  you tellport?" "Well no I was just sitting there doing nothing." "Well take a break and we will get back toa ita ina knowa timea.""yeah your right I think I'll be able to do it in a little bit." "So do you think I can do this or no?" "What do you mean by that are you doubting yourself." "Well I'm thinking I can't." "You can you just gotta believe in yourself." "Maybe your right." "I am right you need to believe in yourself." "Fine I'm gonna try again right now I'm gonna get this right." So I went back into the room and tryed to do it again. " Okay so how about going to gym I work at." *Twenty minutes later* okay then let me focus on this one thing okay the gym.*two hours later* "hey mercedez the foods here." "Okay then im gonna eat now maybe that's why I'm not getting it right I am very hungry. "Ooh pizza and garlic bread." So I pick up a piece of pizza and bread. "So any luck on teliporting?" "Well no not even  a little bit of luck." "Well try again after this." "Im not feeling this whole  thing I suck." "Well your just gonna have to try again." "Fine I will try again." "Okay so do I use a new strategy for my power?" "No meditation is just the way to go." "Okay fine I will use meditation." So I went back to the room I was in and I sat down. "Okay time to think and relax so let me see what should I think about?" "Oh yeah that's right I should just think about a room in his house his bed room that's a great idea." "Okay let me do this Steve's bedroom."  *Twenty minutes later")* "Im fucking done with this shit okay I'm done." "Hey Steve Im done with this whole thing." I say walking out of the room."why?" "Because I can't do it why did you have to save me you should of just let me die okay you should of just let me die." "Why would I let you die mercedez are you fucking Dumb or something?" "Because I can't control my powers no matter how hard I try." "Well you just gotta try again take a break relax for now but your gonna end up getting hurt one day so I suggest that you try until you get it right." "Well I'm done fucking trying I'm leaveing and taken this whole lasagna and garlic bread with me." I say grabbing the food and walking outside "also I don't know how to get out Steve can you show me where to go please." "Yeah I'll show you but all I know is if you walk out that door im not gonna help you okay." "Fine I don't want your help okay I'm leaveing for good I don't care if I die I was going  to die before you saved me." "See you hope you the best  of luck." "Whatever dude thanks for making my life a living hell." "See you later." "Bye see me never." So I went on the bus and took it down to my apartment. So I went inside to see all of my friends there. "Hey how did it go?" "Sarah it went terrible okay just terrible okay." "Why did you learn how to control your power." "No I suck ass at doing that okay just forget it okay I don't wanna talk about it." "Why what happened now did he say something mean are you still scared of the power." "No I tried to control the power but I just couldn't do it." "Well your just gonna have to try..." "Hey look on the news there's another person like you with powers trying to kill Steve." "There what they have what."

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