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readerg1rl · 12 days ago

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Will you be my hero?

Fem!reader, mdni, 18+ content

hawks×reader

Hawks -> orange

Y/n -> pink

Sum: you get a new job at Hawks's hero agency, hawks sees you and instantly falls in love, soon enough you move in with him

Enjoy

You just started working as an assistant at Hawks's hero agency, this is your first week working, and its going amazing, you can't believe that you can be accepted here

You have made friends with your colleagues and it seems that everything will be perfect except this lunch break hawks few down in style and had a cofe with your colleagues and you

He is kind of cute

He talks with full confidence, making jokes and having fun with his colleagues, then his eyes land on you and he becomes silent and blushes a bit. He clears his throat and greets you

"Hi you must be new, what's your name"

"Hi im y/n"

"Nice to meet tou y/n"

He smiles and continues chatting, soon enough he gets a call and flies trough the window... Welp, what else would you expect fom a grownup child

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Soon enough your shift is over and you get called into his office so you can have quote on quote "work chat"... Well that is risky

You slowly rise up to the top of his hero agency building and enter his office

He has a big wooden table in the center with a classic black chair that spins

As soon as you enter his office his eyes rise from his pc and land on you, he has a big smile on his face now

"Hey y/n"

He flies from his chair to you

"hi hawks" you say bit shyly

"you can call me keigo"

You blush

"So, im having a bit of a work party to celebrate me being the second best hero in japan, you're invited" he hands you a card with information

"Thanks, I'll come"

He looks at you excitedly "Im happy. So, time to go home huh?"

"yeah"

"I know, let me change for a second and then i can drop you off at your place if you want to"

"i don't know... I don't wanna bother you"

"Oh it would be a pleasure to drive you"

You smile "okay then"

You wait and look around his office, you see some endeavor posters and his photos with him, so he is a fanboy huh?

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He comes to his office with baggy blue jeans, red shirt and a zip up black hoodie, sexy

You go down to his car in a weird silence and he opens the car dor for you, it's one of older Ferraris, must be really expensive

He closes the door for you and fastly enters the car, he turns on some slower music and starts driving

"where do you live"

"i live on the other side of town..."

"and every day you take a bus, that's unacceptable for such a pretty young lady. If you want to, i can drive you to and from work."

"i really don't mind taking a bus"

"come on, it will be fun"

"I don't wanna be a bother"

"you will never be a bother"

You keep on chatting and he is constantly making you blush, soon enough he drops you off at your building and opens the door for you

" see you tomorrow?"

"if you insist"

"I insist"

He gets into his car and waves you goodbye as he drives off. Every day from this night he is driving you to and from work, you wonder to how many ladies he has done so you ask him the next time

"I don't really drive anyone"

"don't you have a girlfriend"

"All of them are gold diggers, i don't want that, i want a nice girlfriend who will love me for who i am"

"that's nice to hear, do you have eyes on anybody?"

He looks at you and blushes then he turns to look at the road "not really..."

And you continue to chat like nothing happens

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It's Saturday, today is the party

Hawks dressed in a blue suit with white shirt and black jeans, gosh he knows how to dress, he opens the door for you and holds his hand up so you can grab it to sit easier, and he kisses it

"m'lady"

You just smile and blush awkwardly

"i will drop you off home so you can change"

"thanks"

You chat about the party and there will be just the colleagues, his sidemen and him

You dress in a pretty non revealing dress, you like to tease people's imagination a bit. As you exit the house his eyes practically shine from happiness

He exits hic car to carry you to it and sits you in like a baby princess, he seems in love

You arrive to the party and get greated by your friends and you sit with them, hawks walks away for a bit, he is still a busy person

You chat and chat with your friends drinking just one glass of wine, you don't wanna get drunk now. As soon as you finish your glass hawks appears from behind you and whispers into your ear

"i wanna show you something"

You blush and just nod, excusing yourself from the table

You get to a big balcony and he lifts you into his arms

"hold tight"

"okay" you just realised what is gonna happen

He lifts both of you into the sky, flying as smoothly as ever so that he doesn't make you scared

"do you like the view?"

"it's beautiful"

"i have been thinking and wondering for a long time... I never really wanted a special someone and as my eyes landed on you that day at the break my whole body shivered at the looks of your beauty, seeing you so focused on work, dressing not provocative and not drinking a lot really adds up but, you also have a great personality so... Would you be my... Girlfriend" he asked strongly blushing and looking away, as soon as you heard the word girlfriend you blushed too

"I don't see why wouldn't i, but isn't there anybody else who is at least more successful than me?"

"who cares?"

"if you say so"

He leans to kiss you softly on your lips, its the most electric kiss ever

"the view is beautiful but you are more gorgeous than any view in the world"

This makes you blush, soon enough you two lovebirds get back and join your friends. For the whole night you just think that this is all a dream.

Later hawks brings you home and kisses you goodbye

You keep on working and dating him, after few months he invites you to live with him, you say yes

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"so.... Do you wanna sleep in my bed or... Do you want me to set you up in an other room"

"it doesn't really matter" you are blushing hard right now by the thought of sleeping with him

"so my bed it is"

You blush hard, he too

He helps you with your things and night arrives soon so its time to wash yourselves and end the day

You go first, and try not to take to long, you dress in the bathroom as you are still bit embarrassed by the thought of him seeing you in the towel

He goes in and takes a bit longer, probably it's the wings, he comes out in just his pj bottoms and drying his hair with a towel, you blush hard by seeing him

His physique is amazing, his arms abs and chest are so well shaped, you just wanna kiss him all over

He lays next to you in bed after he dries his hair

"im so happy"

"i know, me too"

You two cuddle for a bit and fall asleep

The days keep on going like this

One day he showers first and you forgot to bring your pjs with you so you wrap yourself in a towel and exit the bathroom to grab your stuff so you can dress, as soon as he looks at you he covers himself with the blanket

"baby, i thought... We have been dating for quite a while... I wanted to talk to you about... You know..."

You blush hard just by the thought

" do you wanna lay down?"

You just nod and slowly still covered in the towel lay down next to him in bed

"if you want to then sure, but... Im embarrassed"

"no need to be embarrassed"

You seem uneasy

" we don't have to if you don't want to, there are many opportunities for this"

"yeah, no... Let's do it"

His eyes shine in happines

He slowly starts kissing your lips giving you a soft french kiss before moving to kiss your neck and coming to the towel

He looks with his more primal side

"may i?" He asks with his hand nearly touching the towel so you just nod

He unwraps a towel and slowly starts kissing your breasts and kissing your nipples before playing with them, softly licking and nibbling

Then he plants more kisses down your stomach as he slowly arrives to your inner thigh kissing it and gently nibbling it and laying his head in between your legs. He looks up at you with the most primal look you ever seen and he starts licking your pussy and sucking on your clit

He rises from your pussy to take off his pants and reveal his hard member, he slowly lays his hips on yours and starts rubbing it against your pussy

After making you wet as ever he slowly aligns his throbbing dick at your entrance and slowly starts pushing it in making you moan and squirm a bit, starting slowly and slowly speeding up

As you squirm he places a kiss on your chest and with one hand holds both of yours over your head

He fucks you faster every now and then teasing you

"oh baby, you are so good~"

As you both get to the climax he pulls out to cum on your stomach and proceeds to finger you perfectly so you squirt before collapsing onto you

"time to get washed up birdie"

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infinite-orangepeel · 2 years ago

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✨STEDDIE FICLET: BOYS WILL BE BOYS

!! masturbation, general horny energy/vibe (lol), discovering sexuality !!

steve and eddie arguing over who has the bigger dick. they’re just friends. they’ve never seen each other naked.

steve and eddie getting out the ruler to compare dick sizes.

it’s a game. it’s something to play. it’s something to pass the time.

boys will be boys.

steve and eddie, joking around, fumbling to get their pants around their thighs, excited by the competitive air between them. quipping. ruffling each others feathers. making light in the dead of winter.

steve and eddie falling silent.

steve’s breath hitching.

eddie’s eyes widening.

flushed red of arousal rushing to their cheeks as everything becomes a bit too real.

steve gulping.

eddie watching the pitiful up and down movement of his adam’s apple. bobbing beautifully under all those pretty moles on his decadent throat.

eddie hardening. stiffening up rapidly because steve’s standing there—so close—squirming around and whimpering like a slut.

“it happens,” steve says as if it really does, “ ‘s nothing to be ashamed of. c’mon. i’ll measure you, if you measure me.”

eddie nodding, barking a laugh, choking on something heavy.

tonguing the sharp edge of his teeth to counteract and distract from the thrumming pleasure—the threat his hips pose to buck up into the warm grasp of steve’s hand circling around his leaking tip.

steve and eddie lining up their cocks, because it’s ‘easier to tell.’

numbers are too difficult.

numbers are useless.

why use numbers when they have four hands between them to compare and stroke over their lengths?

gentle fingers to dip down and cup each others balls like something precious to behold. tickling. smiling.

careful not to make eye contact. careful not to make it real.

steve and eddie groaning like untamed beasts when they press their aching dicks together. skin to skin.

wet. slippery. burning up with forbidden fever. the urge to close every existing gap is palpable.

so easy to break.

so easy to shatter.

“guess we’re about the same size. funny. who would’ve thought?”

eddie plays the fool. plays the whole thing off as a joke. tears his eyes away but doesn’t miss the opportunity to rub a flat palm over both of their cockheads before retreating like the coward he believes himself to be.

bashful. ashamed. terrified of the truth. terrified of the monster he is. vicious and destructive in all matters of the self.

speeding car on a dead end path.

“g-guess so. yeah. funny.”

steve’s voice is distant, murky, undone, and empty. brows furrowed. lips bitten.

he’s beautiful and strange. colored all shades of pink. hairy thighs. soft heart. golden boy.

steve and eddie zipping themselves back into their jeans. making separate excuses about this and that.

“gotta get going—”

“me too—”

“band practice—”

“dinner with robin—”

“see ya later—”

“yeah—”

steve and eddie touching themselves, alone in their rooms—later that night.

moon high. beds cold. moans hidden behind clenched fists.

steve humping his pillow.

faster, harder than he’s done in a long time. eddie’s rings and silver tongue on his mind. he’s drunk on it. dizzy and loose.

eddie fucking himself open with a toy. legs spread wide. tongue between teeth. hand on his stomach to feel the bulge where he dreams steve’s pretty cock might some day be, if he’s lucky.

steve and eddie cumming at the same time, across town, and reaching for the phone at the exact same instant.

“i need you—”

“i miss you—”

“come over—”

“i’m already on my way.”

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str8aura-no-not-that-one · 2 months ago

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i think animals are better than people.

that's not an uncommon belief, is it? you hear it said all the time, in memes, on coffee mugs, 'id rather talk to your dog', 'my cat doesn't judge me like my coworkers do', etc. its a very popular philosophy to espouse, albeit mostly in jest. It's not really jest for me, but it's not really a dig at humanity either.

I struggle often with feelings of misanthropy, how nice it would be to just assume all humans are inherently evil or uncaring, to slot an entire species into a broad stroke to make them easier to deal with. I tell myself sometimes I don't like working with humans, or seeing humans. I have a tendency to go quiet or mute at times because I don't feel like engaging people in conversation.

but that's really just stress. there is no crime for being an idiot. that person who cuts me off on the street made a slip up, or maybe did it with genuine antagonism, and that still doesn't make them a bad or worthless person. I've been 'the one who fucked up' enough times to know how crushing it is when you inconvenience somebody else, and I don't like to lose my temper, as often as it happens. I get angry a lot. I feel angry a lot. it feels good, but I don't enjoy it. I'm not a bad dog. I believe people are good, just flawed, and emotional.

and I wish, like everybody does, that I could talk to animals. I wish I could ask a deer for its thoughts, negotiate with a bear, or tell a hurt animal that its going to be alright, I'm just trying to help you. I yearn for that world, but I also accept that animals would lose their magic if they could. They would still be beautiful, yes, but I don't love animals because I imagine they are weirdly-shaped people, who understand what I say. I love them because they're animals.

We went down different paths, humanity and the animal kingdom; nowadays, we see different boons and drawbacks for it. They fight for their lives every day, never sure which moment will be their last. We struggle with thoughts of complex morality and our place in a dead, empty universe. animals never ate the apple. animals are free from sin, and punishment. When a fox kills a rabbit, it is not a murder. When a viper rescued out of the cold bites and kills the farmer that saved it, it is not a betrayal. it is simply their nature.

a few months ago, at a house I was staying at for a little while, there was a tree outside with a nest of birds. I wasn't aware of this until I came out one day and found all of the babies, freshly hatched, lying on the hard pavement beneath the trees. Cuts and tears along their bodies, eyes still screwed shut, writhing and wriggling to try and restore the warmth of the nest they had suddenly been stolen from. I called animal control and waited with the hatchlings as long as I could, but eventually I couldn't bear to see the sight. I looked up the best way to restore them to their nest, and with the use of a ladder, I got to work.

i also read that you shouldn't touch them with your hands, as it will scare off the mother bird. this, as I later found out, is an urban legend. I put on gloves to hold them, unwieldy, thick gloves meant for hands larger than my own.

they were featherless pink bastards. I think humans have the ugliest babies out of any species, but these ones were pretty close.

the first two went in without problem, but on the third, my fingers wrapped in gloves couldn't get a grip and i

dropped

onto the pavement

headfirst

i don't know if it was still alive or not when I finally took the gloves off and restored it. I don't know. there was no splatter, no obvious signs of death. it just stopped moving.

if the mother returned and found the body of her child, she would not be shocked. 60-70% of hatchlings do not survive to adulthood. she would not seek retribution, or to make me pay for what I had done. she didn't understand I had been trying to help, and she didn't care. life went on. she probably had more children to replace the cadaver.

i read a book series as a kid called Funjungle. It was about a kid who lived at a zoo, and would solve various mysteries around the place. In one book, he recounts being present for the lancing of a boil on a rhino, and talks about how animals always fight back against such processes. you cant explain to them that you are trying to help, all they understand is that you are causing them pain right now, regardless of whether it will soothe in the future. animals, wild and tame, think in the now.

ironically, in real life, I try not to anthropomorphize too much. I understand that an animal's 'smile' only resembles such because of the way his lips are shaped. I understand that the possums and raccoons and squirrels I encounter as I go about my life, and that one fox I had the joy of getting to witness up close, are dangerous creatures who do not have my best interests in heart. I understand that something beautiful will kill me without a second thought if it thinks I am a threat to it, and for an animal, it is always always always better to be safe than sorry.

i can tell a human things are going to be okay. I can tell a human this is only going to hurt for a minute. I can tell a human i'm sorry.

a human can lie to me. a human can hurt me. a human can make me feel like I don't want to live anymore.

I can never lose my temper at an animal, any more than I could be angry at a mountain.

animals are base, instinctive, temperamental, capricious, alien creatures.

that is why they are beautiful.

that is why I must stay away from them. as much as I wish to hug them, to talk to them, to befriend them, it is not possible. they may occupy our physical spaces, but they are from different worlds entirely.

i must look, but not touch. it is better this way.

my place is with the humans.

and it kills me a little more every day.

#my posts #longpost #writing

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huckleberrykai · 2 years ago

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kang taehyun ~ the virtue's in the verse

pairing: taehyun x fem!reader summary: taehyun is a tad oblivious - or rather unresponsive - which frustrates you to no end, so when kai suggests you write him letters to be more direct with your feelings, you become kang taehyun's secret admirer. genre: high school au, friends to lovers warnings: perceived unrequited feelings, oblivious idiots tbh word count: 2.2k click here for my masterlist!

no matter how much you flirted with him, taehyun never budged.

he was a great friend, and you loved him inside and out - but dropping hints to get him to notice your feelings was easier said than done.

you had only become friends recently, you were on the more introverted side and you only really had one close friend, who just so happened to be the best friend of the man of your affection. kai had introduced you, and you had been smitten since. he was smart, with a very niche dry humour that you just adored. not to mention with his big glassy eyes and pouty lips, he looked like something out of a magazine.

taehyun started hanging around you more when you spent time with kai, and so you tried your hand at some flirting here and there. if he noticed, he didn't let it show - always making you feel a bit deflated each time he brushed off your compliments.

kai came over to your house to 'study' one day, and while the two of you were making popcorn for the 'educational' movie you were about to watch, you let it slip that you may or may not have a crush on the older brunette. kai was ecstatic, gushing about how the two of you would make the perfect couple - the shy sweetheart who loved to read and the extroverted, academic tsundere boyfriend. you shook your head in denial, "he doesn't like me like that kai."

"well how do you know that?"

truth is you didn't, but you explained how whenever you tried to make a move, he'd brush it off or change the subject. if he did like you he'd be flustered right? well, he was. but he was great at hiding it, his stoic yet sweet nature being a great cover-up for his lack of reactions, when in reality he was screaming on the inside.

after a while of back and forth over if you should confess, kai came up with a great idea.

"you love to write right? why don't you write him a poem? or a letter?"

he shoved another fistful of popcorn in his mouth and you dwelled on the idea. you liked writing poetry, but you didn't often let others read it. but... it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't know it was yours right?

"i could be his secret admirer."

and that's how you decided to start sending him love notes every day. you got to school early, shoving your first letter into his locker through the vent. when he got to school, as creepy as it seemed, you followed him around - making note of his routines and when he would arrive at school and be near his locker or desk.

when taehyun went to reach for his books in his locker, he noticed a letter in a pink envelope, a sparkly heart-shaped sticker keeping it sealed that had landed atop the chemistry book he was reaching for. puzzled, he ripped the seal open gently and unfolded the crisp white paper.

taehyun,

charming is your smile when you think no one sees,

pretty is your laugh, even when you wheeze,

stars live in your eyes that sparkle in your gaze,

you live in my mind, and it must be a maze ~

you don't leave my thoughts, yes that much is true,

but i couldn't think of much better than to think of you <3

~ your secret admirer

taehyun internally cringed a little at the cheesy poem, but felt his heart soften at the fact someone did this for him. he wouldn't have believed it if it didn't read 'taehyun' at the top of the page in pink glitter gel pen. he tucked it into his bag for safekeeping and went to meet with his friends before class, completely oblivious to your figure stood behind a pillar, watching his shy smile as he read it.

later at lunch, he pulled it out when you and kai were talking with some of kai and tyun's other older friends. you didn't know them too well but they were definitely funny. the long-haired one - beomgyu was it? - noticed taehyun was distracted by something other than his food and plucked the letter right from his fingers, earning a yelp from the usually calm boy.

"oooh what's this? OH MY GOSH! our taehyunnie has a secret admirer? how sweet ~" he teased.

taehyun reached over and snatched it back from him, but now the damage was done. luckily, the three boys were far too busy teasing their younger friend and cooing over the cheesy poem to notice your ears flaming red and kai giving you his capri-sun to calm you down.

the next day you were later than you wanted to be, and by the time you got to school taehyun was already at his locker. in an effort to get your letter to him before he got to class, you bolted to your classroom and shoved it on his desk while nobody was in there. you left quickly and went to your locker and to greet your friends as normal.

you walked to class with him and kai and watched expectantly to see if he'd notice the letter once you stepped into the room.

your heart could barely handle the smile that graced his pretty lips when he saw an envelope. it was blue this time, a tiny lace bow glued to the back.

he was quite disappointed when he saw nothing in his locker this morning, so he couldn't help but be overjoyed. you watched from your seat, diagonally on the row behind.

taehyun,

good morning! sorry that poem was so cheesy yesterday, i wasn't sure how to approach you so i thought I'd send you a poem. i hope this makes you smile, happiness looks good on you.

I hope you have a really great day tyun, you deserve it <3

~ your secret admirer

he felt warm. in his heart and in his cheeks. he looked around the room to see if he could work out who it might be who thinks so highly of him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

he kind of wished it was you when his eyes landed on you - awkwardly twirling a pencil between your fingers. he liked you quite a lot, but you spent a lot of time with kai, and he didn't want to step on any toes if it was him you liked. he tended to freeze up around you, but you still liked to hang out with him, so he was thankful for how sweet you were.

with a sigh he tucked it into his bag next to yesterday's.

he'd find out eventually.

this kept going for about a week. you'd just leave him sweet messages or wish him luck on a test. you found it was easier putting them on his desk than it was to get to his locker before he did, and it became a cute little routine.

until YOU got a letter.

it was a plain white envelope, nothing fancy. you only knew it was yours thanks to the 'to my secret admirer' plastered on the front in his classic black ink pen.

you slapped his letter down and hid yours in your bag, rushing to hide in the bathroom to read it.

to my secret admirer,

thank you for your sweet words of encouragement. i couldn't let you keep complimenting me without a proper thank you - so that's what this is. i look forward to your words every day, thank you for making my days that much brighter. i hope you'll let me meet you one day.

love, taehyun <3

AAAAAAAAAA. you wanted so bad to go find him and tell him it was you, but you knew that would probably be a bad idea. so you got your supplies out of your bag and started writing him another one - in pink glitter gel pen.

taehyun,

thank you for your letter! you don't need to thank me, you make me happy enough every day by just existing. i'd love to tell you who i am, but i fear if you know how i feel you won't think of me the same way, so i'll stay secret for now ~

love, your secret admirer

you sealed the envelope, not caring to decorate it this time. later, once everyone had left for lunch, you shoved it on his desk, just like earlier.

when taehyun finds another letter on his desk after lunch he can't help but feel giddy, thinking maybe you'd have told him who you were - but his face fell a little when he read that you wanted to keep it a secret.

he was sad you thought he'd judge you, even if he didn't feel the same about his admirer they still could have been friends right?

he ended up thinking about it all class, only brushing the thoughts out of his mind as you and kai approached his desk to walk home together. he was a little distant as he stood waiting for kai to finish organising his locker so you could leave. "you okay taehyun?" you asked.

maybe it was a little evil, you knew his mind was probably wandering over who his letters were from - but you did care about him after all. just as he was about to explain, kai came back and dragged the two of you away. you were almost at the doorway when one of your teachers ran over to the three of you. "huening, before you leave would you be able to sign this form for me? it's for your music assessment."

of course he agreed, but in his messy locker endeavour he'd left his pens behind. "damn it, Y/N can i borrow a pen?" you pulled your pencil case out with a roll of your eyes and dug out a black pen. "you're a lifesaver, thanks!"

as kai went over to rest his paper against the wall while he signed it, you stood with taehyun in the middle of the hall. what you didn't notice was the football player behind you who was late to practice - he was running through the halls recklessly and bumped into you harshly making all of your pens spill out of the open pouch in your hands. "SO SORRY!" he called out as he kept running.

UGH you grunted, leaning down to gather them all up again. on instinct taehyun leaned down to help you and picked up the first pen he saw.

oh.

pink glitter gel pen. PINK GLITTER GEL PEN!!

in amongst the mess were the other colours he had received too ~ blue, green, purple...

but anyone could own glitter gel pens right?

oh. a sheet of sparkly heart stickers was in your hand that had slipped out of the pouch with the pens. the exact ones you used to seal his envelopes.

you hadn't noticed his realisation until you had finished clearing the mess, turning to see him with a big dumb smile and staring at the gel pen like it had just changed his life.

well it did, in a way.

"you know, i hoped it was you."

you froze. he figured it out because of some stupid footballer and now everything was ruined and he'd never speak to you again and- "w-what?"

"i like you too Y/N. I get kinda nervous around you, but thank you for your sweet letters. you didn't need to worry, i've liked you for a long time."

were you dreaming? what was going on here?

"are you serious?" you had to check. he nodded and stood up, offering his hand out to pull you up. you took it gratefully and made eye contact as you stood up, making your knees feel like jelly.

"but... you never responded when i tried to flirt with you... i thought you just didn't notice, or you didn't like me but were trying to let me down gently?" he shook his head frantically at your assumptions. "i didn't want to misunderstand you and make you uncomfortable in case you didn't mean to sound flirty - i'm sorry. i get nervous when i'm flustered too, i never knew how to respond." you nodded. "i also thought you.. uh... i thought you liked kai."

your jaw hung open at that one. "absolutely not. i only like you tyun, but i guess i've told you that already haven't i?" his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips. everyone in the hall had left, and you weren't sure where kai went - and you weren't going to miss this opportunity.

almost telepathically, you moved in at the exact same time - kissing each other gently and releasing all the pent-up passion you'd harboured for these few weeks. you rested your hands on his shoulders, and his came up to cup your warm cheeks.

"we're both kinda stupid aren't we?" you asked teasingly once you pulled away. he only responded by circling his arms around your waist and pulling you into the cosiest hug you've ever had.

"yeah you are." kai deadpanned from beside you. "now let's go home, you can make out later when i don't have to watch~"

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thxrnking · 10 months ago

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Day One - A Night Children AU One-shot

Tag List: @phoenixriaartemis @anja-the-sane-sibling @simplycreatorjo @miraimeity @sparklingdiva678 @punsandquips @lyna-possibility @32nder @libralelia @luvvy-star @caitlynnrosespn @generalakuma @anonymous-gremlin @mightnightmooon @delphinus-dancer @mudpuddlenl

Summary - Today's the first day of the rest of Jack's life. So what's his choice?

Content Warning - implied physical abuse/torture

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Everything hurts. A pounding throb is threatening to tear my head apart while my limbs ache, every muscle feels over-stretched, and I’m pretty close to just slipping back into unconsciousness. Something itches though, at the base of my brain, something pushing me to stand and look. I have no idea at what.

It takes some time to drag myself up, every muscle crying out in overworked agony. With a stretch, my joints crack and pop back into place, releasing pressure I had no idea I’d been carrying and drawing from me a long sigh of relief.

You’d think standing would be easier now that I’m sat up. You’d think. Not even halfway up, my head reels, swirling worse than a snow-globe. Everything’s spinning around me and I land heavily back on the bed. I think I might be sick.

I don’t know what happened. I vaguely remember my friends, there was dancing, but after that there’s nothing. No faces, no names, not even a vague feeling in any direction. Just a great blank slate where my memories should be and the more I look at it, the more my head hurts. It takes a minute or two but I finally manage to stand. My balance is still off and I stumble into my dresser which isn’t fun, and all thoughts leave my head when I catch sight of myself in the mirror.

At least I think that’s me. Same pale complexion, stellar cheekbones, striking jawline, but that’s not my hair. I’ve had the same hair my whole life, short, red, gently styled. Easy to maintain and iconic; but the hair in the mirror is an inch shorter, and black. Well except for a small pink streak near the top of my head.

I reach for it in shock, barely believing as my reflection does the same. What the-?

“You’re awake.”

The sudden voice scares me near shitless. My knees thud against the dresser but I don’t have time to feel the smack, turning to see Wanderlust standing a short way away. At least I think it’s Wanderlust. He looks taller; his clothes and his crown are darker, more twisted. Over his shoulders is a feathered cape that can only mean one thing. Mother.

“What happened to you!” I blurt, but he doesn’t even blink.

“What do you remember?” he asks.

“Nothing. I-”

Wait.

Cold. I remember being cold. I don’t remember what happened to my blazer, but my shirt was torn and damp and I was littered in cuts and bruises. I look down at my chest. My smart shirt isn’t torn. It’s purple and neatly pressed and fits me perfectly. As ever it’s good at hiding Mother’s sins.

A hollow ache blossoms in my chest. I’d been alone. Restrained and locked away. Never mind days it had to have been weeks. Had anyone even realised I was missing? Did anyone care?

I start to cough, hacking and spluttering; desperately trying to catch my breath as my chest spasms over and over. My stomach twists, wrenching violently as I drop to one knee, trying and failing to catch myself against the dresser.

I’m going to be sick, or I would if there was anything in my stomach. For a few minutes I’m retching as my body tries and fails to eject something, anything from my mouth. When was the last time I ate something?

Then comfort floods me as something warm comes in beside me. An arm wraps around my shoulder and pulls me in. I look up. Wanderlust holds me, his grip firm and strong as he pulls me close, gently hushing me. The ache in my chest fades to a dull pain.

I remember.

Wanderlust was the one who found me. Walked right in with a new smile, some new clothes, and quiet promises to keep me safe. I’d flinched away but he didn’t care.

‘Trust me.’ he’d said. The two dumbest words I’d ever heard him say. Of course I trust him.

Wanderlust moves to stand, pulling me up with him and without thought, I follow his lead. I hold tight as I try to get my legs to take my own weight. I’m not ready to let him go; he’s so warm. His fingertips drag along my forearm, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin and I think he knows what he’s doing because his lips are quirked in such a shit-eating smile. I just might melt in that smile. Gradually, he drags them towards my hand, taking it and interlocking our fingers, holding tight.

My head is swimming as we stand there; he’s holding my hand up, while the other has dropped to my back, holding me close; it’s almost like we’re dancing. As if we’d ever be allowed to stand this close.

But we are.

With a gentle twist of my fingers as he lifts my hand, Wanderlust encourages me to turn, wrapping his free arm around my waist again and pulling me back against him.

“Look at us,” he tells me.

So I look.

This can’t be us, I tell myself. The arm around my waist tightens like he’s afraid I might walk away. I should. We agreed a long time ago that we can’t be together. No one will accept us, and there’s more important things to focus on.

But look at how entwined we are. Wanderlust’s chin on my shoulder, his chest pressed firm against my back, his arms tight around me. His lips brush against my cheek as he presses a soft kiss and I can’t help but drown a little.

How many times have I let go for the greater good? For the sake of safety or sacrifice? Don’t I deserve this? Don’t I deserve to be happy?

“What do you think?” There’s a sly smile on Wanderlust’s lips as his reflection pins me with an unyielding gaze.

I stare at us. At my hair. At his crown. In his eyes. My eyes flit to every point of contact; like a drink of cool water after hours in the hot sun, it’s all too much and not enough. I push myself back into his hold, and Wanderlust pulls me closer. He’s only too happy to give me what I want. Finally.

“Perfect.”

#Just Dance 2024 #Jack Rose #jd Jack Rose #jd Jack Swan #jd Wanderlust #Night Children AU #NCAU #Jacklust #Wanderrose

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super-ion · 11 months ago

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So I've spent quite a bit of mental energy the last couple days on character creation for an upcoming Pathfinder game (as I do). So of course, in true Char fashion I had to throw a drabble together to get into her head (directly inspired by a scene by @the-sword-lesbian for her character).

She's a half orc inventor with a fighter flavor. She's 6'6" and built like a tank. She's a nerd with special interests. Her dump stats are wis and cha.

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They spot her in the back of the seedy tavern. She's hunched over a table surrounded by an array of incomprehensible tools. Half a meal sits forgotten on the edge of the table. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and she chews on her bottom lip as her fingers work at the clockwork before her.

The lead bounty hunter casts a look at the barkeep, who frowns and disappears into the kitchen. A few of the more observant patrons clear out and the remainder soon follow.

Not her though, she's too busy. She is absolutely completely focused at the task at hand.

She's big, she is half orc after all, but she has a roundness to her cheeks, a softness in her shoulders. She has a few faint scars, maybe broke her nose once, but that all might just be from lab accidents. She gives off the air of an academic type, some well fed student who got too many ideas about adventure in her head.

“Akhana Greystone?”

“Huh?” she replies, jumping slightly at the interruption.

She peers at them through light brown eyes, almost golden. One of the hunters, the newbie, decides the color reminds him of when there are storms high in the mountains and the river is fully saturated with the high desert silt.

Another of the hunters notes the ribbons woven into the messy braid of dark hair, bright pink and purple. She's brought in a few marks in her career and has never seen anything so frivolous.

This job is guaranteed easy money.

The mark makes an awkward smile at the three of them, not entirely sure who to address.

“Uh… yeah, Akhana. That's me,” she replies. “Y'all need any tinker work done or anythin? I'm kind of between jobs right now, but I'm not above a little bit o’ freelance if it keeps my belly full.”

She looks at them hopefully for a moment before her smile slips at their expressions.

The leader glances back at his more seasoned companion with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if this is the right person. She frowns dubiously as she nods.

“I had a pretty good gig goin’ for a spell there,” she nervously continues, starting to ramble as she returns her attention to her work. “Gunrunning and all that. Lotta time to be alone in my head to think about designs and it pays a might bit better’n working the forges. Hurts a lot less than the fightin’ ring too. But of course, somebody had ta go and ruin it. Jerk wanted a cut of the money, like we're some kind of criminal enterprise, if you can believe that! Okay, I mean, yeah, it's technically illegal and everything, but it's not like we we're doing anything wrong, ya know? Just gettin’ supplies out to good honest folk tryin’ ta eek out a living out in the wild. So what if some of those supplies just happened to be black powder weapons of dubious provenance? I tell ya what though, Ma ain't to happy about my face being on a wanted poster, her bein’ a former marshal ‘n all that…”

She trails off, perhaps realizing that she effectively just offered a confession to a trio of strangers. She looks around the room and seems surprised to find it empty. She squints at the three of the bounty hunters in turn, sizing them up.

“Aw heck,” she says. “You fella’s are here about the bounty, ain't ya?”

The leader gives a curt nod.

“Come in quietly,” he says. “Nobody has to get hurt. It'll be easier for all of us.”

She runs her tongue along one of her tusks, considering for a moment.

“Nah,” she says finally and returns to her work, slipping the last few gears and pieces of wires into the gauntlet.

The bounty hunters exchange a baffled glance.

“Ma'am-”

She holds up a finger to silence him. She clicks a mechanism shut and spins a dial, listening intently to some unknown response. She gives a quick nod, apparently satisfied, she starts packing up her tools.

The leader clears his throat.

“Ma'am, we're here for the bounty on your head-”

“Yeah, I know,” she interrupts. “I heard ya. Answer’s still no.”

Only after the last tool is carefully placed in its place does she uncurl herself from her hunched posture. As she squares her shoulders and cracks her neck, the hunters realize that what they mistook for softness is actually a healthy layer of padding over solid muscle.

The hunter on the left, the newbie, takes a nervous step back.

She slips the gauntlet on her wrists. Something clicks and whirrs. There's a spark and a tiny puff of blue smoke from the gauntlet.

She grins, her eyes filling with a manic sort of delight.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #ttrpg character

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separatist-apologist · 2 years ago

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Still A Sunbeam

Summary: As a child, Elain Archeron is pushed into a pond by the heir to the Day Courts throne, Lucien Spell-Cleaver, and vows she'll never forgive him for it. But as an adult, Elain finds that if she wants out of an arranged marriage to a Spring Court prince, she will need Day Court's help. More is at stake than a decades-old rivalry, and when their home is threatened, Elain and Lucien will have to set aside old differences and work together

Lucien returned a day after his brothers left, mercifully alone. Grinning like a rogue while boasting of what wonderful hospitality he’d received. Elain assumed that meant he’d spent his time fucking whatever courtiers made themselves available to him and tried to pretend it didn’t annoy her as much as it did. Why did everyone trip all over themselves for him? Sure, Lucien was exceptionally handsome but he was also irksome and arrogant and entirely too smug for her liking.

What good was his pretty face if he was annoying, too?

Lucien sauntered into their study room five minutes late, shirtless and reeking of another female. The hair on Elain’s neck rose, hackles raised though she forced herself to remain seated. She didn’t care, only that he was wasting her time.

He flashed her a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes before plopping into a chair across from her. “Good weekend?”

Elain was dying to know what had happened with Killian. “It was fine. Was…did everything go well in Dawn?”

“Your beloved isn’t particularly faithful. I caught him—”

“I don’t want to know what you caught,” Elain interrupted quickly as her heart pounded in her chest. And then, because one of them ought to behave with manners, she added, “Thank you for leaving with him.”

Lucien waved her away. “Anything to escape my fucking brothers.”

There was a tight pause Elain didn’t know how to fill. Lucien examined his nails too closely to be causal while Elain tucked herself tighter in her chair.

“So–”

“Do you want to go to Winter with me?” Lucien asked abruptly, cutting her off. Elain frowned.

“With you?”

She didn’t mean for it to sound so dismissive. Lucien cleared his throat as pink crept up his throat. “I ah…for Day Court, so yes. With me. I was invited to sit in on talks about building a dam in the river that cuts through our territory into the middle. Kallias is hoping some other High Lords might help off-set some of the costs. It’s dry, but good practice for tougher policy.”

Elain took a breath, giving Lucien the opportunity to continue.

“We don’t have to be enemies, you know—”

“You shoved me in a pond–”

“Oh, come on, now. You know I didn’t mean for you to fall. And even if I did, do you truly believe I wanted you to die?”

Lucien leaned forward earnestly, elbows resting on the table. Did she think that? Elain was forced to concede. “No,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. “I don’t think you meant to hurt me.”

“I’m sorry for it,” he added quickly, as though it had just occurred to him to say so. “This year will be much easier if we’re not constantly at each other's throats. Consider my help with Killian a peace offering. There is more where that came from, you know.”

“Only if you’re trying to start a fight,” Elain grumbled, thinking of how too much time with Lucien would only give Killian the wrong impression.

Lucien shrugged his powerful shoulders. “Two heirs to the throne fighting over a female is practically our birthright. And besides, what kind of male demands chastity while offering none of his own?”

“You’re one to talk—”

“I don’t demand it,” Lucien interrupted smoothly. “I hope my future wife has experience. I hope she spent her time having fun.”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble,” Elain accused. Lucien grinned.

“Maybe. I’m taking you to a pleasure barge in two weeks. Don’t you want to, I don’t know—experience pleasure?”

Elain knew her cheeks must be blazing red. “I uh…” How had they gotten on this topic?

Lucien waved a hand, as though it didn’t matter to him either way. “Come to a party tonight. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find someone you like and Killian will pick a different female as his wife.”

“Was your first time—” Gods, she shouldn’t have asked. Lucien’s eyes sharpened with interest.

“It was a disaster,” he finally told her with a laugh. “I was far too eager and had no idea what I was doing. It’s like that for everyone, that's the fun. You’re supposed to figure out what you enjoy, not save it so someone else can enjoy you. Doesn’t that—”

He sucked in a breath.

Elain’s heart was pounding in her throat. “Doesn’t what?”

He shrugged, just a tad defensive. “It doesn’t matter. We have an immortal life ahead of us, though. I don’t think it needs to be so tightly controlled.”

“Maybe not,” she murmured, wondering what Killian would say if he knew she spent a year getting to know her own body with the courtiers of other territories.

Lucien, clearly tired of the conversation, rose to his feet. “Well, if you want to be rid of it, talk to Arina. But you should come, regardless—at least have a little fun.”

And that was that. Lucien turned to his lesson, shifting from Summer to Winter in preparation for their upcoming visit. Elain did her best to pay attention to him, but her mind was elsewhere. It hadn’t occurred to her that she ought to just sleep with someone else.

But why not? Outside of how uncomfortable the thought made her feel, some small piece of her felt almost rebellious as she entertained it. Maybe a small romance. Something unserious, but with someone she felt affection for. Elain could imagine sex under those conditions. What she couldn’t picture was the utter casualness Lucien seemed to comport himself with. As if none of it mattered to him at all.

Surely there was a middle ground.

Elain sought out Arina just as soon as Lucien freed her from his rather dry lesson about ice as an export. He didn’t seem sorry to see her go, and why would he, reeking of whatever female he’d been accosting before he remembered he had responsibilities?

Arina was on her way to the pool, painted in a bright blue suit that made Elain rethink asking Arina for help with anything. Arina halted, unconcerned with the way a hall of passing men gaped at the lush curves of her body.

Elain wondered how Eris was so comfortable leaving her here. Didn’t males like to guard their mates? Perhaps he truly didn’t care, a thought that Elain couldn’t make sense of. She felt possessive, like she might scratch out the eyes of those leering males—Arina was more than her long, lean body.

“Want to swim?” Arina asked, brows raised when Elain hadn’t spoken.

“I…”

Arina waited, one hand on her hip. “Come on,” she cajoled, sensing Elain’s discomfort.”You’ll never make it in Summer if you can’t wear one Day Court swim suit.”

Elain swallowed hard. “You don’t understand.”

Arina looped her arm through Elains, guiding her from their place in the busy hall toward her own bedroom. “So explain it to me, then.”

Gods, but Elain didn’t think she could even get the words out. In her head, she recognized how absurd it was, could hear how Arina would laugh. Lucien, at least, was aware of the differences between their two homes and when he argued with her to loosen up, knew how to frame his arguments.

Elain tugged at her dress. “This is already too revealing.”

Arina’s eyes swept over Elain, widening as she drank her in. “Oh.” There was a careful pause before she asked, “And ah…why does it matter?”

Elain wanted to shrink into the glossy marble. “Males are possessive.”

Arina’s gaze filled with sympathy. “Ah. I’ve heard this before—over your naked body, right? If they see it they…are overcome?”

“Yeah,” Elain breathed, so embarrassed she could have floated away on a breeze.

“It’s the opposite, here. I think the more clothed you are, the more likely males—and females, truthfully—are going to start wanting to see what the fuss is about. But I’ll be with you the whole time, and if anyone looks at you funny, I can set them straight.”

That wasn’t the last of it. Still jogging after self-assured Arina, Elain said, “I was also thinking that I’d like to be, erm…you know?.”

Arina’s steps didn’t falter. “A party, then. I’ll introduce you to everyone at court.”

Like it was nothing at all. Perhaps it wasn’t to anyone but Elain, who’d watched Feyre hand her own over to a stablehand. Why shouldn’t she? Or, that was what Elain told herself, anyway. It was easy to talk herself into it when Arina handed over a yellow swimming suit that Elain supposed was as modest as she’d get—still two pieces, though the fabric covered everything she wanted covered and the straps were thick.

Arina gave Elain a breezy blue cover up, too, so when they made their way back through the palace, Elain didn’t feel so exposed.

“I suppose I’ll wait to ask Lucien if you can attend one of his orgies.”

Elain nearly choked when she heard the words. “Orgies?”

Arina’s laugh was a pretty thing. She pushed open the glass, double doors that led to the High Lord’s private pool. Only his family had access to it, which included Arina Elain supposed by virtue of being the prince of Day Court’s closest friend.

“Yes, orgies. They’re quite famous and very exclusive.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for something like that,” Elain told her breathlessly, rubbing her hands over her sunwarmed shoulders. Arina made her way over the cerulean blue tile toward a large container at the very edge of the pool deck. Elain took a moment to drink in the unyielding warmth as sticky heat clung to her skin. Tilting her face toward the sky, Elain pushed everything else from her mind. This was all she needed—her and the sun so bright and gold she could see it outlined even with her eyes closed.

“You don’t have to be ready for any of it,” Arina’s voice caused Elain to start. “You know that, right? You do it because you want to, not because everyone else is telling you to.”

“I don’t know what I want,” Elain admitted, turning to look at the blonde dragging a bright raft to the calm water.

Arina twisted and grinned. “We’re young, right? There’s time to figure it out.”

Elain supposed she was right.

LUCIEN:

Of all the things Lucien had been prepared to see, Elain Archeron walking into one of Ajax’s parties was not one of them. She was still far too modest for court—in long sleeves, for fucks sake. The pink of her cheeks bridged over her nose, making the gold in her eyes catch beneath the fae lights. And Lucien supposed the cream colored dress Arina had obviously put her in was rather nice against the tan of Elain’s skin.

When she turned, Lucien saw the compromise—while the front covered every inch of her skin, the back was wide open and cut to her hip, revealing endless swaths of pretty, unblemished skin. Elain’s long, thick hair was twisted with gold cords so tendrils of wild curls framed her lovely face while leaving her back untouched.

The sight of her made his skin itch, though he couldn’t articulate why. Lounged in a chair, legs spread, Lucien swore he could pick eight other females just as beautiful. Just as enticing. And far more interesting than Elain Archeron, who by her own admission, had never been touched by another male.

Lucien indulged, just for a moment, in a daydream in which he put her on her knees and walked her through what he wanted. Even with those fucking eyes looking up at him, gripping his cock—

Fuck, Elain, just like that.

Lucien shifted in his chair. He was so wrong for thinking that, and wronger still for wanting her at all. He’d opened that door and now he couldn’t get the thought out.

Use your tongue—

“Lucien,” Arina’s voice cut through his fantasy, and though he was certain his friend could scent the arousal likely coming off him in waves. That was nothing new, and so unconcerning that Arina plopped into a chair beside him. He nearly asked where Elain was, but she was easy enough to spot.

Blushing furiously while Ajax himself brushed his knuckles over her cheek. Fine, he thought rather sullenly. Ajax was a good male—an exceptional male, if Lucien was being honest. Certainly not the kind of male her father was likely hoping for, but still well bred with a family name that went back centuries. A minor lord and captain of the guard.

Lucien knew if Elain was looking for a male to fool around with, Ajax would take it seriously. And he trusted him to treat her well.

He—why did he care at all? Lucien shook his head as Arina waved her hand in front of his face.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“No,” he replied, dragging his eyes from the open balcony back to his friend.

“I said Ayla is back,” she told him, a question in her gaze. Lucien looked around the small room until he found her. Gods, but she was stunning with her thick, dark hair and her bronzed skin.

She was looking at him, too, eyes smiling in that secret, sultry way of hers.

He’d been chasing her for the better part of a year before she shipped herself off to Hybern with her father.

“Make smart choices,” Arina teased when he stood abruptly. A smile bloomed over Ayla’s full lips as she crooked a finger in his direction. Lucien’s whole body went tight, his mind emptied of every thought but the female before him. The room itself seemed to fade into nothing while the thudding music was merely background noise.

He was halfway to her when shimmering gold caught his attention. Elain Archeron turned for the balcony, biting her bottom lip as Ajax melted back into the crowd.

Who cares who cares who cares—

Fuck.

He didn’t know what made him turn, nor could Lucien explain why he decided to follow after her. He didn’t care. He was stupid, fuck he was so godsdamned stupid as he stepped into the dark.

“What happened?”

Elain twisted, her face half illuminated in the fae light. “Nothing. Just…something Arina said to me today.”

See, she’s fine. Go to Ayla before—

“What did she say?”

Elain braced her body against the smooth marble ledge, looking out at the city and the ocean stretched beyond. Moonlight gilded the surface of the water, sparkling like the stars overhead.

“I should do what I want to.”

He swallowed the urge to scoff. “A novel concept?”

She looked over at him while Lucien had to wonder when he’d come so close. Why was he leaned against the rail with his arm so close he could feel the heat radiating from her.

Go back inside you dumb motherfucker—

“I’ve been so worried about disappointing everyone that I never considered what I wanted…besides just getting out. And even when I came here, the idea that I might upset my parents or Killian has…” she shook her head while Lucien fisted his hands to keep from brushing curls off her forehead.

“What do you want?” he found himself asking. Lucien’s heart raged in his chest, beating a frantic rhythm that, frankly, alarmed him.

Elain reached for the lobe of her ears. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it beyond…” she bit her bottom lip and Lucien’s body went tight with wanting. He wanted to be her teeth, wanted to suck that plush lip between his own, wanted—

“It was just so important to get here,” she was saying, unaware of the skew of his thoughts. “I never thought anyone would let me, and even now sometimes I think I’ll be yanked away before I have a moment to catch my breath.”

“I won’t let that happen. You know that, right?” He wished she’d looked up at him, but Elain’s glassy eyes stared sightless out at the sea.

“Your mother has bound me by a bargain for the year, which is probably all I’ll get. Killian can’t stay away longer than a month and part of me thinks there’s no point in any of this at all.”

Don’t fucking touch her, go back inside—

Lucien brushed his pinky over the top of her hand, though Elain didn’t seem to notice. He did, though. Lucien caught the way her skin erupted in goosebumps and told himself she was having the same reaction he was.

Maybe muted, because her legs didn’t seem to be trembling the way his were. Had he drunk too much? He couldn’t account for what was happening, only that he was desperate to keep it going. “Hey,” he murmured, finally convincing her to turn those soft brown eyes on him. That was a mistake, in retrospect, given how many of his fantasies featured a look just like that. “If you wanted to stay, my father wouldn’t force you to go back.”

Elain drew a deep breath. “I know. But if you were in my home and you knew it would disappoint your parents to stay, would you?”

Her words settled some of the emotion roiling around him. “No, I don’t think I would.”

She nodded. “To be who I want to, I sometimes think I’d have to be someone else entirely. Which, I think, sounds pathetic.”

His fingers crawled over hers and this time, when he squeezed her hand, Elain watched, shivering from the cold—or him. Who could say? “It’s not pathetic,” he finally said, though in truth it sort of was.

“Well,” Lucien said, not willing to admit that Elains idea of rebellion and his idea of rebellion were two radically different things. “If you want to figure out which version of yourself you like best, come with me.”

Elain narrowed her eyes. “Go where?”

Lucien huffed out a sigh. “To my bedroom, where I intend to ravish you simply for the audacity of standing out here in the dark with me.”

She smacked him lightly in the arm. “Don’t be disgusting.”

Unsure if he was joking or not, Lucien merely grinned. “Come on. We’re going into the city to take your mind off this, and perhaps cut a little loose without so many observant eyes.”

“What about your party?” she asked, looking back toward the lights where Ayla was, likely wondering what the fuck was wrong with him. Lucien was wondering the same—he should have been inside, should have had her pinned against a wall with his mouth against her neck. Fuck he wanted to taste her, wanted to know what she sounded like when he pushed his cock into her, wanted to knot his fingers in her golden blonde curls and fuck stop thinking about Elain—

“It’s boring,” he lied, swallowing hard. “And I’ve fucked everyone interesting—”

“Don’t,” she said, a scowl gracing her features. “You haven’t been with Arina.”

“She has standards,” he replied, pressing his fingertips against her bare back like an utter moron.

“You’re saying no one else does?” Elain questioned, stepping back into the light. She was so fucking beautiful and he was so fucking stupid—

“You’ve met me,” he reminded her with a self-deprecating smile. “I—”

“Lucien.”

Ayla. Lucien sucked in a breath of air, turning with Elain to face the female he’d once harbored a million disgusting fantasies about. He blinked as he took her in, his hand falling from Elain’s back.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, dragging her eyes up and down his body with sensual promise. No, not when you’re looking at me with those eyes—

“Another night,” Elain said good naturedly. She was going to slip away and he’d have to wait until Winter to be alone with her.

Why did that feel so intolerable?

“I—” Lucien couldn’t even come up with an excuse. He looked once more at Ayla before he turned and went after Elain. It wasn’t sex that made him chase her down again. He harbored no delusions that even if they somehow became friends, Elain would ever let him touch her. And for some reason, that took a lot of pressure off of Lucien’s shoulders.

Like…like he could just talk to her.

Elain was gone before he could say a word, vanishing into the crowd to find Arina. Lucien watched right until Ayla’s fingers grazed beneath his jaw.

“Do I have competition for your attention, lord?”

If she’d said those words to him even a week before, Lucien would have been instantly hard. He waited for a moment, but his cock was unmoved in his clothes which was a relief and a curse all at once, though it shifted when he indulged himself, just for a flickering moment, in a fantasy in which Elain called him my lord just before she pushed the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders and-

He didn’t always want to fuck, he reasoned as he offered what he hoped was a sultry smile. Sometimes he just danced. Ayla would want to make him work for it, besides. Sending the prince to bed with nothing but the memory of her body grinding against his own was sure to amuse her.

“You have my attention now,” he lied, letting her take his hand. Ayla raised his palm to her lips, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“Dance with me?”

Lucien watched Elain leave with Arina from the corner of his eye, Ajax and Lady Juliana not far behind. His smile was undimmed.

I don’t care.

“Whatever you like.”

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backtothestart02 · 3 months ago

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In the Woods Where I Found You - 8/? | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: Update. :)

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Chapter 8 -

An hour passed, and Coryo, to get more comfortable, laid horizontal across the couch, his pants and shoes off, and his head in Lucy Gray’s lap. He’d fallen asleep easily, and so Lucy Gray allowed herself to take him in in this more vulnerable state. She stroked his hair gently, tracing the curves of his face so he leaned in to her touch, even in his sleep.

He looked so innocent when he was like this, not a cold-blooded murderer or the psychopath she’d accused him of being. He’d now saved her life more than once since coming to 12, and she could believe he’d do it again if the opportunity arose. It didn’t cancel out his trying to kill her in the woods, but it made it easier to look past, easier to forgive, more like a freak accident driven by paranoia and panic.

It still gave her shivers to think that when it came down to it, if he decided she was trying to kill him, his first instinct would be to kill her. But it was also comforting to know that if he didn’t decide that, he would stop at nothing to protect her. As long as she was willingly his, he would always be willingly hers.

Was that enough to not run off without him?

Not that it mattered now. She couldn’t leave him like this. She didn’t have that choice. Her humanity, her compassion, it overrode everything. She was stuck with him now whether she wanted to be or not. She didn’t have it in herself to abandon him to be hung when more peacekeepers arrived, even if he was guilty of Mayfair’s murder. Mayfair had been a menace. And as horrified as Lucy Gray had been when the gun went off, she knew he’d only been trying to protect her. It had been instinct. Just like jumping in front of her today had been.

And she loved him.

She loved him so much it hurt.

Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his pretty, pink lips.

He didn’t respond, still fast asleep, and she felt like she could kiss him like this. Like she could give in to her desires and the tenderness she felt when he wasn’t there to witness it and call her out on it. So, she leaned down and kissed him again, this time lingering, pressing her full lips to his.

She sighed and gently massaged his scalp, making him moan slightly in his sleep.

Then she leaned down a third time, but his eyes opened when she was halfway to his lips, wide-eyed and not registering at first what she was doing. She’d stilled, afraid to go an inch further, so he reached up and sifted his fingers through her hair, pulling her down for a real kiss. A kiss that sent sparks flying between them, one that made her see stars behind her eyelids and made her forget every bad thing he’d ever done. One that made her question life itself.

Then he released her to run his hand down her arm and intertwine their fingers together in his lap first and then over his heart, pinning them there, making it clear where his head was at, where his heart was at.

“I love you, Lucy Gray,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

She sighed and nodded, smoothing her hand over the sides of his face.

“I know. I love you, too.”

“Is that enough?” he rasped, and she licked her lips, debating how much to tell him.

“For now,” she said eventually, and he fought to sit up, to face her more directly. She helped him.

Once he was up, he took her other hand and held that instead, tightly, so she couldn’t escape.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For what happened in the woods.”

She swallowed.

“I never should’ve done that, never should’ve assumed you’d set out to kill me. Ever since you saved my life in the arena, I’ve wanted nothing more than to protect you, to return the favor to some small degree, to prove how grateful I was and how much I…cared for you, loved you. I still love you. And it won’t happen again, Lucy Gray. I’ve learned my lesson, been faced with the possibility of living without you, even by my own hand, and I didn’t like it. I hated it, was terrified by it, never want to chance it ever again.” He ran his thumb over her hand.

“I believe you,” she said, not reluctantly. She’d figured a speech of this nature was coming, and she was prepared to accept it. She’d come to the conclusion that he’d be sincere and mean his words, just as she meant hers.

“Is that enough to forgive me? To trust me? To not…leave me?”

“I think I can forgive you, Coriolanus. And I’m certainly not leaving you anymore, not as you are now. That’d be too cruel, too heartless. I’m not built that way, not even when I feel betrayed.”

He swallowed hard.

“And the trust?”

She leaned back into the couch, lifted his hand to her lips to kiss and leaned her face against it.

“You took a bullet for me,” she said, then licked her lips. “It’s a start.”

He exhaled the biggest sigh of relief he could remember feeling in a while.

“You won’t regret this, Lucy Gray.” He leaned in to kiss her again, and she let him. “I swear to you, you won’t regret it,” he said between kisses.

Heat built between them as their kisses deepened, grew more frantic. And it would’ve escalated beyond just kisses too, if turning his body towards her hadn’t made him cry out in pain and still himself.

He pressed his forehead to hers and complained openly.

“God dammit. This stupid…bullet wound still hurts, even after you fixed me up.”

“Yeah.” She traced her finger around it slowly, far enough away that it wouldn’t sting. “It probably will for a while. Your leg needs time to heal. I’ll have to…find some sort of walking stick for you in the woods, something to help you when it comes time for us to leave.”

“Us?” he asked, his eyes lighting up with hope, despite everything she’d said to imply she wasn’t leaving him alone.

She ran her thumb over his cheek and leaned in for a soft kiss.

“Us,” she said.

Then she pushed herself up off the couch and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” he asked, frowning, panicking a little at the sight of her moving away from him.

He tried to push himself up, but the pain was unbearable, and he fell back down.

“Uh-uh.” She came back to him, pressing her palm into his chest to keep him steady. “I need you to stay here and rest. I’m not leaving without you, but there are things that need to be done. I need to…get rid of the body.”

“The lake,” he suggested, and she nodded.

“The gun…” he trailed off, and she paused, considering. “It could help to have with us,” he said. “To hunt and for protection, in case anyone else sneaks up on us.”

And she hated the logic in that. Because the last time he’d had a gun in his hand, he’d tried to kill her. It was still hard to push past that.

“What if you held onto it?” he suggested, knowing where her head was at.

She fixed her eyes on his.

“You could easily take it from me when I’m sleeping.”

“I’d only do it as a last resort, if someone was trying to harm you.” He squeezed her hand. “I promise.”

And she knew now that this was the first step. This was how she could start to trust him again. She was so scared to put her heart and life in his hands completely again, to trust him so openly and fully like she had before he’d lied to her face and pointed a gun to her fleeing body.

But this was a start, and if they were going to be on the run together, she had to start somewhere.

“Okay,” she said at last. “But only then.”

He nodded.

“I may be a while,” she said. “It’ll take a lot of strength to drag Smiley into the boat and drown his body in the lake.” She gulped even as she said it. That had been his bunkmate. His brother. And she’d killed him.

But he didn’t acknowledge any guilt she might’ve had. He understood the situation.

“I understand. If I can help in any way…” he trailed off, waiting, but she shook her head.

“I need you to rest as much as possible. We can’t wait more than one more day to leave. That’s as long as Mayor Lipp will have expected Smiley’s return.”

“You think that’s who sent him out here?”

“I’m positive. He probably tracked you out of town when you left and was waiting for the right moment to strike.”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry I put you in so much danger.”

She kissed his thumb and held his hand in hers.

“You already saved me from his bullet. You don’t need to apologize.”

He nodded and relaxed.

“Stay here,” she said, detaching from him reluctantly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” he said.

She smiled faintly and turned away, then the door shut behind her, and Coryo took a deep breath.

She would return.

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An hour passed, and the job was done.

It had been no easy feat, dragging Smiley’s corpse into the boat and then drowning it in the lake. Guilt had consumed her every step of the way, and she was beyond tired when it was done, but it was done.

After that, she popped back into the cabin to tell Coriolanus that she was going to go on the search for a walking stick, but he was fast asleep lying across the couch when she came in, and she decided not to wake him.

It took another 20 minutes or so until she found one that she thought would be suitable for him, one tall enough and sturdy enough that he could really lean against it for support and at least attempt to walk with maybe only a numb pain during their journey. They’d take a lot of breaks, maybe every half hour. And she’d grab as many bandages and makeshift bandages as she could find before they left, so she could change his leg wrapping until he was healed.

They’d be alright, she told herself. They’d have to be.

She popped in again, and he was awake this time. She smiled at him, and he returned the smile.

“I’m going to do some fishing,” she told him. “So we have something for dinner.”

He nodded.

“Okay.”

Then she turned away and left again, coming back about 45 minutes later with their food cooked from a makeshift fire she’d made near the lake. She dug out plates from the cabinet and brought him and full-length fish that she’d cooked nice and crispy.

“This looks good, Lucy Gray.” He smirked, looking up at her, and she felt delicious chills from the way he looked at her. Like he wanted to pounce on her, if only his damn leg wouldn’t get in the way.

She shot him a smirk of her own.

“I have done this before, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?” he teased, shooting her a wink.

“Yeah.” She nudged him, coming to sit beside him with her own plate of fish.

He chuckled, and they started to eat, sharing looks with each other every once in a while, flirtatious looks, looks that made her want to jump him.

That damn leg.

She knew they could get creative if the tension proved to be too much. Maybe they would later tonight. It would be nice to make love to him in a bed with no deception, lies or hurt between them. It would be just like old times, back in 12, when they were sneaking around and no one but the Covey and Sejanus knew they were together.

Things weren’t perfect now, and maybe they never would be again. Maybe the wounds would never fully heal. But by starting again, a clean slate, maybe they could start to.

“I know you want me,” he blurted after setting his plate aside.

Her nipples hardened, and her core warmed from his words, from the suggestive tone in his voice. He seemed to notice because her shirt suddenly felt tight.

“Badly,” he commented, choking out a laugh.

Blushing fiercely, she swallowed her fish.

“That’s no secret,” she said finally. “I’ve always wanted you, pretty Capitol boy.”

“Yeah?” He leaned toward her, but she pushed him away with a laugh, picking up their plates and sashaying back to the other room, looking over her shoulder at him, feeling his heated gaze on her backside.

“Oh, yeah.”

And he groaned as she disappeared, glaring down at his leg with that stupid wound.

A few minutes later, he heard her light laughter and looked up to see her leaning against the doorframe to the living room, her eyes on his crotch before meeting his darkened blue eyes.

“I think we can get creative.”

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imagineanime2022 · 11 months ago

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The Nurse

Akiko Yasano X Male!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 843

Requested: Anon

Request: Original Request

The ADA found you by accident, you had been in the right place at the wrong time, one of the members got hurt and you were on shift that day. You worked at the local hospital, your ability made you work far easier than it would have been. Your ability allowed you to take the pain of an injury and store it within your body, to then unleash when your blood was spilled, the smell of your blood inflicted the pain and physical drawbacks of the injury that you had taken the pain of. The ADA offered you a position at the agency saying that you would work well with their doctor given how her ability worked.

That had been a few months ago now and you had been a part of the agency for a while when Atsushi joined in fact you walked in on his induction seeing him throw himself onto the bomb in order to save everyone in the room. “This is what you call an introduction?” You asked. “(Y/N)!” Dazai cheered as he jogged over and looped an arm around your shoulder. “You were supposed to be a hostage too.” “We both know that I’m no hostage.” You rolled your eyes, shrugging him off and walking towards the medical wing. “Plus Junichiro couldn’t throw me around the way that he does his sister.” “You don’t know that!?” Junichiro yelled. “You want to try?” You teased as you looked over your shoulder winking at him, his face turned red as he jumped away from the conversation as if it had burned him, you gave a soft chuckle and headed off to see Yasano.

You walked into her office putting the coffee and breakfast you had bought her on her desk. “Aww did you get me breakfast?” She asked. “Did you have breakfast this morning?” You asked. “Of course I did.” She smirked as she took the coffee off the table, sipping it and humming in approval. “You should stop lying to me.” You took a bite from the food that you had gotten yourself. “One day I won't believe you when you tell me the truth.” “You’ll always believe me.” She leaned forward on the desk and passed you half the papers that needed looking over “will you take half of these?”

It was only a few hours later that you got a call from Dazai “What do you want?” You asked. “Nice to talk to you too, Atsushi, Junichiro and Naomi are badly injured, make sure that you and Yasuno are ready.” He ordered. “Is it gross?” You asked. “Atsushi is missing a leg.” Dazai answered as you made a face nodding to yourself as Yasano stood from the desk moving towards her table to make sure that everything was ready. “Anyone already on death's door?” You asked. “Naomi is pretty bad.” He said. “Bring her in first then.” You said as you twisted your wrist. “Can you do three in one go?” Dazai asked. “Should be fine, just bring ‘em in, can't do anything when they’re out there.” You said hanging up the phone. “Will you be okay?” Yasano asked. “Probably.” You walked over to your chair at the head of the table as you waited for them to arrive.

They were right by the time that you had gotten to healing Atsushi you were flagging, you had been taking the pain for the treatment that Yasano was giving them and talking them through everything, you knew that this one was going to be the most difficult because he had never been through this before “Hey Atsushi, you think you can relax for me?” You asked. “What happened?” He asked. “You lost your leg.” You answered honestly as Yasano moved around the table “we’re going to fix it but you have to trust us, you think that you can do that?” “Y-yeah…” He answered, you placed your hand on either shoulder as the pink flowers bloomed across his already present wound, Yasano started her work when the flowers turned white denoting that the pain had been redirected. “How are you holding up?” You asked. “I’m fine, I can’t feel anything… Is that bad!?” He asked as he attempted to get up, you pushed him down. “That’s my ability, don't worry about that, it’s just helpful considering everything that the doc has to do to heal you.” “Almost done kid.” Yasano said as she reached her hand out, as she started healing, you were starting to sway, yours fluttering before you crashed to the floor.

You groaned as you opened your eyes, you were lying on one of the hospital beds “you pushed yourself again kid, we talked about this, sometimes they are just going to have to do without you.” Yasano muttered as she looked at you. “Yeah I know.” You muttered as you sat up “but he’s new I thought that I’d be okay since he was pretty simple.” “Just be more careful.” She ordered. “Yes Ma’am.” You smiled “next time I will be more careful.”

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owlsandwich · 10 months ago

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The Mechanics of Magic

Read along with me :D - Chapter 7

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I'm going through these fast, but its a pretty long book so if I don't we'll be here all year :P

This time we're checking back in with Alex after that awkward conversation with his father.

Chapter 7 is under the cut:

It had taken the biggest rucksack Alex could find to fit his generator. Using the inbuilt handle would have been easier, but he didn’t want his father seeing it and asking questions. A brief explanation to his parents that he would sleep at Eira’s had been enough, and evening was fast approaching, which meant the grounds of Golebach Court would be empty.

“I still can’t believe I’m letting you drag me all the way to Golebach on a Sunday night,” Eira exclaimed. They were taking the bus, which meant it would take half hour more to get there than it had done in the car, but she’d been easily bribed with promises of Alex buying dinner when they got there.

“At least you can feel your legs,” he replied, shifting around so he was half stretched into the aisle. They’d wedged the rucksack into the footwell at his insistence, not trusting the narrow luggage rack above, but now Alex was scrunched sideways with a foot on the chair to make room. “I thought you liked the beach?”

“Yeah, but we’re not going to the beach, are we?” Eira rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to sit next to some old ruin for an hour while you tinker with a machine. As usual.”

“Oh, come on. Give me one example of another time I’ve made you sit around next to a ruin — ow!” He winced as Eira poked his undefended ribcage.

“You know what I meant!” she laughed, “You always promise these trips are going to be oh-so-cool, and they are always so, so boring for me.” Eira turned away from him to look out of the window. “You never did tell me why we’re going now. Weren’t you only there yesterday?”

“I felt something there,” Alex replied. “There’s some sort of magic in the ground by the stones. I’m hoping I can tap it to charge the machine.”

“In Golebach?” Eira raised an eyebrow. “What are you charging the generator for, anyway? We already did the concert. Did the uni ask you to do it?”

Alex shook his head, then rested his chin on his knee. “It’s something Dad said. He says the generator takes too much magic to charge.”

The bus had left the country roads now, and a thin strip of ocean was visible in the distance, shimmering pink along the horizon.

From the corner of his eye, Alex saw Eira scanning his face. “That’s it?” She looked like she was about to laugh, but caught herself upon reading his expression. “I mean, it’s unlike you to hang out when your dad’s around… I thought something big must have happened.”

“It is big!” Alex exclaimed louder than he had intended. “If it’s not viable, then the whole project has been a waste.” The bitterness he’d felt the previous day came back in a rush and he realised he was scowling.

“It got you into Aedemeer!” Eira replied, but he barely heard her. Aedemeer would eventually point out the same issue that his dad had found, and he wasn’t prepared to just let the project fail.

“It doesn’t matter.” Alex’s scowl had turned to determination. “If I can get this ground magic to work, then it solves the problem, doesn’t it?”

“And this couldn’t have waited a few days because...?” Eira coaxed and Alex didn’t meet her eyes. “Yeah, I thought so,” she sighed. “You’re dragging me to Golebach just to prove your dad wrong before he leaves.”

“That’s not what this is.” Even his own protest sounded feeble.

“Sure it’s not. You keep telling yourself that.” Eira gave him a smile. “It’s fine, Alex.”

The magelights in the streetlamps were beginning to glow when they arrived at their stop. Between them, they dragged the rucksack out from where it was wedged, thanking the disinterested driver as they lugged it down onto the pavement.

A cool sea breeze whipped at Alex’s hair and he took a deep breath, relieved to stretch his legs after the long ride. Their stop was on the high street, which meant they would have to climb the path up to the manor on foot, but the view they would get of the sunset made the prospect inviting.

Eira fell into step beside him as they headed off, leaving the warm lights of the pubs and shops behind in favour of the relative quiet of the stoney climb.

“How long’s your dad down for anyway?” Eira asked as they walked.

“Not long. Another day maybe.” Alex hoisted the heavy rucksack higher on his shoulders. He’d spent the majority of the day in his room after breakfast and now felt a tinge of regret. His dad hadn’t pressed him on the reason, and Alex reassured himself that he would make it up to him tomorrow.

“So, your mum…” Eira began again after a moment.

Alex made a questioning sound in response. “What about her?”

“She gets on well with your dad still? You know, with him not really being around as much?” Eira seemed unusually hesitant.

“Yeah?” Without a heavy pack to slow her down, Eira was a few steps ahead and Alex couldn’t see her face. “They’re friends. Why would they not get on?”

“Just friends?” Eira turned back as she waited for him to catch up. “I’ve always kinda wanted to ask, because you give the impression that your parents aren’t together anymore, but then your dad sleeps over at your house and everything.”

“I dunno, I’ve never really thought about it,” Alex frowned. “I don’t think they’ve ever been together as such. Even when he lived here. Dad needs his own place anyway because he travels for work. When he comes, he just crashes on the sofa, you know.” He’d rather not closely analyse why the sofa was always empty in the mornings, even when Alex was the first one awake.

“He lives in Larimar now, right? You think he knows anywhere we could do a gig? The band’s been trying to find a bigger venue, but it’s hard arranging it from out here.”

“I can ask,” Alex said in between heavy breaths, the generator weighing him down as the path grew steeper. “I’ve never been over there.”

Eira grew quiet and Alex remembered that she’d still not told him about her own university place. She seemed happy enough, but if she was planning gigs rather than getting ready to leave…

“So.” It was his turn to sound hesitant. “The healing college in Beiriant…?” He trailed off, hoping Eira would get his meaning. Beiriant was Vailberg’s capital and, with the precision required to learn healing magic, the barrier to entry for its colleges rivalled that of Aedemeer.

“Oh, yeah, they want me to go. I guess I’ll be heading off the week after you do.”

“You got in?” Alex jogged up beside her, ignoring the burning in his thighs. “That’s great!”

Healing was hard and its effectiveness entirely dependent on the strict focus of the mage. Sure, simple wounds were easy enough to fix on yourself — much easier to guide a spell when you can feel what’s hurting — but doing it on someone else was a different matter. Especially for injuries that weren’t visible. Part of the trouble was that healing was active. It wasn’t as though an expert mage could create a passive healing spell for others to study and use. Each case had to be dealt with individually, the spells always formed anew, making it as difficult to teach as it was to learn.

“Yeah. It’s really great.” Eira smiled, but it didn’t seem to reach her eyes. Before Alex could probe further, she darted ahead again. “Look, we made it!”

They had reached the crest of the hill, the glittering ocean stretched out before them, orange and blue fragmented by the rippling waves. A few wispy clouds shone brightly where they caught the dying sunlight, contrasting with the darkening sky above and reminding Alex of the time. He’d rather not have to work on his machine in the dark, even with a magelight.

The manor rose ahead of them, but this time Alex took the right fork in the road, away from the sweeping driveway and towards the lawn and gardens. They passed a couple sitting together on one of the benches, but as they turned the corner, Alex was pleased to note that the area around the stone monument was empty.

He was looking out for the magic this time, and as he approached, he felt it flowing in the earth beneath his feet. It reminded him of the energy given off by a passive spell, but fainter and with no detectable purpose, no matter how hard he tried to analyse it. By the time they arrived at the ring of stone arches, the power hummed against his senses like the gentle purr of a contented cat.

It was a few minutes before Alex realised he was standing in silence, running his hand over the stone, still warm from the day’s heat. And Eira was watching him.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” she called, as he turned to face her. “I can see you’re having an intimate moment with a piece of rock.”

“Can’t you feel it?” he called back, gesturing to the ground as he walked towards her. “The energy here?”

“I feel… hungry!” Eira laughed and tilted her head to the side. “No magic though. Sorry.” Alex’s disappointment must have shown on his face because she quickly continued. “But look, if you say there’s something here then I believe you.”

Alex nodded, though a frown still creased his brow. He didn’t consider himself a stronger mage than Eira, and it surprised him that she couldn’t sense what seemed so obvious. Then again, he hadn’t immediately noticed it when he arrived yesterday; perhaps it took some time to attune to? The proof would soon be right in front of them anyway, if he could just tap into the power.

Eira settled down cross legged on a rock half embedded in the dirt and fished a little notebook out of her pocket.

“I thought you were complaining on the bus that you wouldn’t have anything to do?” Alex commented, as he saw his friend begin to sketch something out.

“Yeah, I just wanted to make you feel bad.” Eira didn’t look up.

Alex smiled and shrugged off his rucksack, setting it gently on the ground. It took some effort to extract the generator, but he was relieved to see it was unscathed from the bus journey. He’d reconstructed the passive spell that morning; just the one that rotated the motor. Layering in anything more complex seemed redundant at this stage. If the ground magic didn’t work, he’d spend more time focusing on refining the efficiency instead.

Now that it came to it, Alex wasn’t sure how he was going to draw on the magic, anyway. He settled down on the grass and placed a hand on the ground, the other resting on the casing of his machine. The passive spell inside the generator tingled against his mind, ready for whatever magic would be channelled to it.

In contrast, the magic in the ground seemed no closer, even with the focus point of his touch. He reached out with his own energy, like he would when reading a passive spell, but the power below him seemed to leap away as though repelled.

Alex stopped and thought. As far as he knew, it wasn’t possible to take magic from existing passive spells or from other mages. It was why magic sickness was impossible to heal; all a mage could do was wait until their own body replenished their reserves. Then again, this magic wasn’t like any he had encountered before. The way it retreated when he reached for it… Perhaps if he pulled his energy away, it might respond?

With a slow breath, Alex turned his attention inward. Even the physical barrier of his skin didn’t stop some of his magic radiating out – it was how mages sensed each other after all. But with focus, Alex found he could start to draw his energy back. Using the hand touching the ground as his focal point, Alex withdrew his own power and, to his delight, found the ground magic flowing closer to the surface in response.

His nerves made it hard to keep the focus, and Alex paused to steady himself before attempting to draw the ground magic into his body. It followed willingly this time, cool and strangely distinct from his own.

Now it was just a matter of channelling it into his generator. He could feel the metal under his other hand, passive spell ready and waiting. With a small exertion of will, Alex directed the new magic inside.

It flowed slowly at first, trickling through the passage granted by his body. To his relief, the passive spell accepted the power easily and with apparently no depletion of his own magic. Confidence boosted, Alex pulled harder, trying to increase the flow.

The trickle picked up speed. For a second, Alex felt like it was still under his control. Then magic flooded his body, crashing through him as though a dam had broken.

White light burned in his mind. Blinding energy blocked out any sense until he was nothing other than a connection between the two points of magic.

“Get to the King! We’re under attack!”

A deep voice edged with panic shouted from somewhere, but Alex didn’t recognise it. He couldn’t see. He fought for control of his body, fear rising until, with a violent lurch, the ground seemed to drop away under him.

He was thrown off balance, hands pulled away from both machine and earth as his back hit the dirt. It was enough to break the connection, and the white light faded from his mind, replaced with the twilight of evening.

“Alex!” Eira’s scream cut through the fog of his daze. He tried to move, but he hurt all over. Black specks raced across his vision as he lifted his head.

In front of him, the generator was whirring. Not its usual low vibration, but a high screech that shook the metal casing around it. Adrenaline defeated exhaustion and Alex clawed at the grass, dragging himself away from the machine towards Eira’s voice.

She must have run to meet him, pulling at his arms to drag him to his feet.

“Alex, what’s going on? The earthquake!” Eira’s voice shook, but Alex knew there wasn’t time to explain. The screech from the generator was wrong. He still had magic, though; despite the exhaustion in his limbs, he’d been correct in his assessment that the spell would not take any of his own power.

Without reply, Alex flung a shield around them both. Then, with an ear-splitting boom, the generator exploded.

He felt the shrapnel first. Shards of his machine battered the shield and his head pounded as he reinforced it with all the energy he had.

A wave of raw magic followed, undefined and crackling. Like static, it sparked along his shield, dispersing it as it went. He grappled desperately with his mind to hold the spell together, but the wild power was grounding through his body, taking both his shield and his awareness with it.

Thought slipped away and darkness took its place.

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year ago

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Carnage

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family Characters: Lee Fletcher, Lizzy White (OC), Kim Ha-Yoon (OC) "Three deaths and twenty-six mutilations," or the immediate aftermath of the chariot race from hell, as experienced by one of the youngest kids in camp. Whumptober day 3, “Make it stop". Pre-canon this time; that throwaway line in Sea of Monsters about why the chariot races were discontinued has always intrigued me, so I figured why not try and explore it in a fic?

Lee was shaking. There were screams in his ears, some echoes from earlier that wouldn’t go away, the terror as everything went horrifically wrong, and some still shrieking now. Pain, grief, horror.

There was blood on his hands, splattered across his face and his mouth tasted of metal and it was disgusting but worse was the knowledge that it wasn’t his. It was someone else’s, and no amount of spitting could get rid of the taste.

Chiron was shouting orders, and Ha-Yoon, too. Lee tried to listen, but there was so much noise and his spine kept tingling because people kept promising that things were going to be okay, that things would be alright, but no-one was believing them.

Even without the tingle of a lie, Lee wouldn’t believe them. How could he, when there was so much blood, so much pain?

He could see the crushed head of Berta, the head counsellor of cabin six, long blond hair matted with blood and skull completely caved in. The one grey eye visible was glassy and sightless. She hadn’t even been in a chariot, but she’d been in the wrong place when the Ares chariot had careened into the stands and something had gone boom.

Lee was pretty certain Ramona and Xander were dead, too. The Ares chariot had been red already, but now it was liquid-red, and there was a single limp hand visible from the wreckage. It wasn’t attached to a wrist.

“Lee!” Hands grabbed him and spun him around so fast he almost lost his balance. “Lee, are you hurt?” It was Lizzy’s voice, and Lizzy’s tell-tale splash of dark pink bangs, but all Lee could focus on were the rest of the campers moving around, and the ones that weren’t, covered in blood and too still.

Ha-Yoon was shouting in English, he realised numbly. That felt wrong. His head counsellor never spoke in English.

“Lee,” Lizzy said again, and her hands cupped his face, forcing her to look at him. Her hands cupped his ears, muffling the screaming.

There was so much screaming.

He blinked up at his sister as her thumb started wiping at his face. “Are you hurt?” she repeated. Lee shook his head. No, he wasn’t hurt, just his ears ringing from all the screaming.

Lizzy’s orange camp t-shirt had red on the shoulder.

“Okay, good,” she said. “Let’s get away from here.”

She didn’t give Lee a choice, tugging on his arm until he followed her, stumbling across the wreckage of the stands.

There was so much blood. Lee saw Gabriel kneeling down next to Marisa from cabin five, his hand faintly glowing as he sang a hymn. The words were drowned out by her screaming, her one remaining hand struggling to free itself from Gabriel’s firm hold while the mangled remains of her right arm slowly knitted up.

Lizzy pulled him past. “Don’t look,” she ordered. “Look at me, Lee. Just me.”

That was easier said than done. Everything was carnage and Lee tripped over one of the new Aphrodite kids where she was cowering behind her head counsellor as the pink-haired girl called out to the rest of her cabin. It sounded like a roll call.

The Aphrodite chariot had been one of the first to flip, careening into the Hephaestus chariot which had then tangled with the Hermes chariot. Lee didn’t know what had happened to the kids in it.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The Hephaestus and Hermes chariots had exploded.

He didn’t know what had happened to those kids, either.

Under his feet, blood-splattered stone turned to red stained grass instead, and he felt Lizzy pull him against her side, burying his face in her dark pink-purple dungarees. “Don’t look,” she repeated, but not looking meant he could just hear more.

Ha-Yoon was still yelling, sending runners to fetch ambrosia and nectar and anything else they could carry from the infirmary. Hooves squelched into the ground, and Lee know if that was the horses or Chiron kicking and tugging at the wreckage of the chariots.

The screaming still hadn’t stopped, even though the voices were turning hoarse.

Make it stop, he begged, but he couldn’t find his voice and Lizzy was still pulling him away. Please, someone, make it stop.

“Lizzy!” Lee heard Ha-Yoon shout. “I need Lee over here!” She was still speaking in English, and it sounded wrong.

Lizzy muttered something that didn’t sound happy, but Lee felt her change direction, tugging them towards their head counsellor.

“Lee’s too young for this!” she argued back as they stumbled forwards, and part of Lee wanted to rebel at that – he was nine, now! – but the world was still screaming and he just wanted it all to stop.

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Ha-Yoon snapped back. “Give him to me. I’ve sent Lauren and Michelle to the infirmary and I need you to go after them and make sure everything’s prepped.”

“Why don’t I take Lee-”

“I need Lee here,” Ha-Yoon cut Lizzy off. “Lee, come here.” Her words were short and abrupt, but she’d just switched back to Ancient Greek, and Ha-Yoon always spoke in Ancient Greek rather than English and that comforted Lee enough to peel away from Lizzy’s side and stumble across the short distance to his Korean sister.

She let him burrow against her jacket, even though the fabric was damp in places. It wasn’t as comfortable as Lizzy. Ha-Yoon was shorter than their sister, and Lee’s head was pressed against her shoulder rather than under her arm. “Lee, I know this is loud and scary, but I need your help,” she said, and he tilted his chin up until he could see her face.

“Mine?” he asked, wondering what he could possibly do in the face of so much blood. He wasn’t a healer like Mitch or Gil or Gabriel.

Ha-Yoon nodded. “We’ve got a triage system set up and I need someone to look after the people that are hurt but not badly,” she said. “You’re good at healing, so I need that to be you, okay?”

Lee swallowed but nodded his head. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” Ha-Yoon replied, her voice softening a bit. “Wait here, okay? I’ll send the patients over to you.”

He whimpered as she pulled away, and felt her hand squeeze his shoulder lightly. He didn’t want to be left alone, but he knew Ha-Yoon wouldn’t leave him alone if she had a choice.

He also knew that Mitch and Gil had been in their chariot, caught in the backlash of the explosion, and that they hadn’t got up from where they’d crumpled.

Mitch and Gil were the best healers in camp.

His first patient was the new Aphrodite kid, barely injured but shaking just as much as Lee had been. Still was. He was pretty sure her name was Silena, and that the two of them were the youngest kids in camp. Her head counsellor, Belinda, was with her, and had a nasty cut on her arm that Lee hadn’t seen earlier.

It was something Lee knew how to treat – kids came into the infirmary with cuts all the time, usually after sparring with Ares kids – and Belinda obediently stayed still while he dabbed at it and wrapped it up with supplies Lauren had appeared with just after Ha-Yoon left him. Other campers came up to him, white-faced and red-stained but never with anything worse than deep cuts, and every so often Ha-Yoon came by to make sure his patients were listening to him.

Anyone who didn’t listen to Lee definitely listened to Ha-Yoon.

Eventually, the screaming died down. There was shouting, instead, and sobbing, but it was easier to listen, and to look, when he didn’t have patients to treat.

Looking was a mistake, but Lee couldn’t help it. Marisa’s mangled arm looked horrible even after Gabriel’s healing, and at one point he saw Gil being run up the hill towards the big house on a stretcher, leg twisted the wrong way around and white poking up out of all the red. Mitch had stayed where he’d fallen for some time, even after Gabriel ran to him after finishing with Marisa. When he’d finally been stretchered away, Lee had seen something dark sticking out of his chest.

Slowly, things turned less chaotic. Most of Lee’s patients left him once he’d bandaged them up, heading for where most of the head counsellors were starting to organise clean-up. The ones that stayed tried to help him, or comforted each other.

But things were still bad. The lack of screaming didn’t stop the blood from being everywhere. The less injured campers moving around while the worse patients were transported to the infirmary didn’t stop others being dead.

Lizzy didn’t come back from the infirmary, but Ha-Yoon’s brief stops got longer and longer, until he had no patients left and just her for company, wrapping an arm around his shoulders lightly.

“Time to get cleaned up,” she told him. “And to get away from here.” She shooed him on ahead of her, towards their cabin, and didn’t let him stop until he was in the shower, a pile of clean clothes folded outside and waiting for him.

At the sight of the faint red swirling down the drain with the water and soap bubbles, Lee sat down heavily, wrapping his arms around his knees and cried, because there had been so much noise, so much blood, and he was only nine and people were dead.

He didn’t know how long he spent in the shower when there was a knock on the door, only that at some point the hot water had turned freezing. “Lee?”

He’d used up all the hot water. Lee sniffled. “Coming.”

Lizzy was waiting for him when he stumbled out, dressed in fresh clothes but unable to stop himself from snivelling. Her top was still stained red, but her hands were so clean they almost shone.

She was holding his headphones, the ones his dad had given him in a dream a few months ago and had been on his head when he woke up. “Do you need these?” she asked him. Lee snivelled again and reached for them, letting them close over his ears with a satisfying snap.

The bubble of silence they wrapped him in made him wish he’d had them earlier, when everyone had been screaming and everything had been too loud.

Lizzy tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to look at her. She pointed at herself, and then the bathroom, then at him and his bunk, ending her pantomime with a shrug.

Lee curled in on himself a little more and nodded. “I used up all the hot water,” he admitted, his voice the only sound that ever got past his headphones and sounding a little tinny in the silence. “Sorry.”

Her laugh was silent, but the way she waved her hand told him she was telling him not to worry about it. She pointed at his bunk again, and Lee did as he was told, slinking over to it and curling up under the covers, even though it was the middle of the afternoon and he knew he wouldn’t sleep.

It was quiet, and there was no blood here.

In the safe cocoon of silence and blankets, Lee could almost pretend the chariot race hadn’t happened.

Almost.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #“make it stop”#percy jackson and the olympians #riordanverse #fic #blood #major injury #background character death #graphic description of violence #percy jackson fanfiction #riordanverse fanfic #lee fletcher #silena beauregard #original characters #lizzy white #kim ha-yoon #tsari writes fanfiction

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theoversky · 2 years ago

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I have a fanfic I wrote in my mind that Jason/Kimberly didn’t officially happened because ASJ had some kind of affair with Amy Jo Johnson (or an unrequired crush) or Saban took down J/K because of ASJ’s salary fight. Their sexual tension was pretty clear to me and I was a fucking kid. I mean, they were always next to each other, touching, giggling, protecting. Pay attention. Power Rangers’ couples never have explicit kisses, Tomberly got the only one kiss of all tv show franchise and Jimberly got the kiss scene cut (in the 2017 movie comics is hinted they kissed anyway).

With all problems with money and Saban, a new ranger would be in the show. It’s known that ASJ and JDF never had a good relationship. Saban, then, to tease ASJ, paired the bad boy with the main female protagonist (the sexual tension could have been a hint that Jason and Kimberly would be together at some point, but now is turned down to prop Tommy) and, to top everything, Tommy’s popularity had grown as much as Jason’s (maybe bigger). They took Jason’s leadership in order to piss off ASJ and gave it to his “enemy”, they took the girl, they took his popularity, they took his money and they took his favoritism for years. So I guess, in addition to all this problems with ASJ, Saban chose Tommy/Kimberly because it would be easier to deal with JDF.

We already know Tommy/Katherine is endgame, we’ve seen their future together with grandson and the comics have their son, JJ Oliver, as green ranger. Tomberly is a fan favorite but now that JDF is gone(RIP JDF) I don’t think we will have more about Tommy. I guess it’s better than kill the character on the franchise. I also believe if Amy Jo didn’t left the show, Tomberly would have been endgame.

To top my theory, I take the comics in count. We had Kimberly x Matt, Tommy x Kimberly, Jason x Trini and Zack x Trini, in this cronology. Zack x Trini were in a kind of relationship in “Forever Pink” comics, the same one that Kim is writting the letter breaking up with Tommy. In the same page, we see a message from Jason calling her by a cute nickname and saying is her turn to pick, things that couples do. The suggestion is that Kim broke up with Tommy because she fell in love with Jason. And one more time we use the comics here, in that moment of comics Jason’s mom is dead and he quit Omega Rangers to have a normal life. He’s dealing with grief alone because he wants that way, he said to Kim when she went to visit him. Leaving Jason alone, she meets Trini outside and Kim seems to be the only one thinking about how to make Jason feel better, so in my mind she will figure out how and Rocky, Aisha and Adam are the new ones Mighty Morphin red, yellow and black, so the time Katherine will replace Kim is coming. I can relate Jason and Kimberly’s proximity maybe… doing scuba diving???? Well, in “Turbo - Power Rangers Movie” it makes sense. They’re taking rest of PR, being normal teenagers, living their relationship. In the cronology between comics, tv show and movie, the Turbo Movie is the last time we saw Kimberly (no morphed) and she seems very, very close to Jason. After this, she is mentioned by (a jealous one?) Jason in “Forever Red” and recently, during Beast Morphers, Morphed Kim was present when Jason calls for help to fight against Goldar Maximus. Jason and Kimberly as couple also explains why Kimberly didn’t mentioned the boyfriend she wrote about in the letter (she said PERSON I BELONG WITH) and Jason doesn’t talk about Emily (his girlfriend in “Zeo”) at Turbo Movie.

Also I am not saying Trini or the others doesn’t care about Jason’s grief, but Kimberly seems to be the one who will REALLY try to do something, even if Jason had asked for space.

We can say too that Jason and Trini didn’t end up together now that on TV show they’re coming back to present Minh Kwan, Trini’s kid. It’s said she lost her father recently and they won’t kill Jason, Billy or Zack now that an actor of PR is recently dead. Zack and Billy are here and she calls Zack “Uncle Zack”. So neither Jason, Billy or Zack is Minh’s father. ASJ and AJJ are the only originals that didn’t return to 30 years special so why don’t make Jimberly endgame? In my mind they are! We already have JJ and Minh as rangers’ kids themselves, I would love to see a Jimberly kid. Another fanfiction: imagine if is a girl and she falls in love with JJ Oliver? lmao. JJ is SPD Green Dragon Ranger and I can bet Minh will be MMPR yellow.

ASJ is having problems with justice now and is unavailable to portray Jason. He also is a Jason and Trini shipper, he was clear that didn’t want Jason and Kim together, and that’s why I’ve fanficted about his posible affair with AJJ, but maybe he only doesn’t want more comparisions with Tommy. But it really seems awkward the way he turned down the idea of JK. Amy Jo Johnson is grateful to PR, but is working behind cameras and it seems she will write something for comics. Let’s catch up with 30 years special and AJJ comic addition. I hope jimberly shippers can have something good at least once.

Finally we have MMPR reboot in 2017, a movie that hinted Jason and Kimberly all the way, even in their comics. It’s a shame that we won’t see a sequence of 2017 movie because I can say it would have Jason x Kimberly x Tommy love triangle, something that I can think would have happened if all those problems with ASJ didn’t happened.

PS: just to make clear, I’m on ASJ side about his salary problems in that time. ASJ, Walter Jones and Truy Trang were 100% right.

#jimberly #jason lee scott #kimberly hart #jason x kimberly #kimberly x jason #austin st john #amy jo johnson #mighy morphin power rangers #power rangers

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countlessrealities · 1 year ago

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So morty how do you feel about meg now?

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Morty's cheeks turn pink at the question. Talking about that, about him and Meg, still feels a little weird. Not in the same way it did before, because he has been trying really hard to wrap his head around the fact a relationship between the three of them is possible. He owes it to her and he owes it to his counterpart. And to himself too, because he wants to believe that each of them can like and love more than one person at the same time.

He is in love with his other self and he likes Meg, romantically, so there's no reason to believe that his boyfriend and his almost girlfriend can't do the same.

Still, it's really hard to cling to reason and even to the reassurances he has been given, when you have no self-esteem or sense of self-worth to back them up.

"Uh, I-I...It's not like...I mean, I-I never thought badly of her or-or anything," he stuttered out, anxiously rubbing the back of his head. "E-Even when we met and...y-you know, became friends and, uh, stuff...I-I've always thought that she was nice, an-and fun to be around and...cute."

He might have not developed a crush on her right away as he had done with Jessica, but that doesn't mean that he has ever found Meg unattractive. The difference was that Jessica had been a fantasy since day one, the hot popular girl everyone wanted. Meg, instead, she had always felt like a real person.

He is glad that they had gotten to know each other platonically first, even if, most likely, things would have been easier if he had accepted to date her after finding out her crush on him.

The nervousness melts away from his expression at those thoughts, not completely but enough to leave space to other emotions. His blush is still there, but his eyes are softer now, showing open affection and admiration.

"S-She's...pretty amazing. A-An amazing person, an amazing friend. An-And she must be an amazing girlfriend too." There's a little longing in his voice, even if he doesn't realise it. "S-She's kind and sweet...and strong. S-She put up with some much with her family an-and yet she didn't...you know. T-Turn into a bad person or-or do bad things. I...I really admire her for that."

It is amazing in his eyes, considering how he himself has been left bitter and angry even before Rick started to show him what a shit show the multiverse is.

"I-I think that anyone should feel lucky to be her friend. An-And even lucky to be more. I-I do...feel lucky, I mean. An-And..." His voice trails off for a moment. "N-Now that me and her being a thing is...uh, on the table, I...I want it to happen. B-Because I really like her that way too."

He clears his throat, as his face grows a tad redder. He shouldn't say it, but he really wants to say it, even if he might regret it. It's stronger than him.

"I-I hope to...to...uh, gettokisshersoon."

{ @shctupmeg - mentioned }

#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ relationship :: Morty & Meg ]#shctupmeg #[[ I need to make a tag for them too !! ]]#[[ he's still a little shy x3 ]]#[[ but I think that he's been clear enough xD ]]

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nimata-beroya · 1 year ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON AHSOKA - Part 1 "Master and Apprentice" & Part 2 "Toil and Trouble"

(ok let's do this again, bc I posted the previous post before I was finished by mistake, and the power went out right at that moment which means I had no Wi-Fi to fix it 😣😣)

The first thing I can say is that I liked this premiere a lot, but it didn't blow my mind to smithereens. It was a pretty decent start and I can see the potential, I'm invested. But I'd rather remain cautious for the moment. I don't want to hype myself too much, fearing a big disappointment down the road.

There were surprises (very good surprises), some confirmations of things I suspected or have seen others speculating about, and a thing or 2 that I'm iffy about. and also I liked the pace. It's not too slow, nor too fast. It seems deliberated, and I think that's a good thing.

Let's dive into the details…

Part 1 - Master and apprentice

Watching a New Republic transport losing yet again a prisoner, makes me think the NR needs to work on this problem. Because so far, there've been 4 different prisoner breakouts that we know of (2 of those were the same guy!!)

Ahsoka in the ancient temple looking for the map was cool. I love the video game treasure hunt/solve the puzzle kind of feel about it (it made think about Jedi fallen order/survivor). And Huyang roasting Ahsoka for not having a padawan with her was the best.

I loved the subtle hint that Ahsoka made about Morgan Esbelth hiring mercenaries in the past (AKA: Din. I wonder if he could have a small cameo)

My first reaction to Hera believing that Ezra is dead was shock, especially since in the Rebels finale seemed that she knew he was just lost not dead, but after thinking about it, it does make sense. First, because she never had the confirmation that he was actually alive. There's no trace of him or Thrawn in the galaxy (we learned why later), and second, and maybe more importantly, it's much easier to continue living on with a loved one's death than a disappearance. The not-knowing, the constant yearning can be exhausting. With death come pain, but eventually with healthy grieving you should accept it and move on.

Omg! I can't believe Ryder Azadi and Jai Kell were there!! And the mural’s dedication to Ezra 😭😭😭😭 I love that everyone still have him so present even after all this time 💕💕

Sabine is commander, huh? Nice! But the fact that she wasn't in the ceremony doesn't surprise me at all.

Her Loth cat is the most adorable thing ever. I want one!!!

That Morgan Elsbeth being a Nightsister wasn't the biggest surprise for me, bc I had seen people speculating about. In fact, I like the idea of another surviving Nightsister. My only nickpicking about this is that her skin is too pink for a Witch of Dathomir. I guess she's either half-human/half-zabrak, or she's using some cloaking spell on herself.

Ezra's message just for Sabine 😭😭😭

(I have to make a pause here to confess something. When I watched Rebels for the first time, I was happy that Ezra and Sabine didn't end up being a thing. That doesn't mean I didn't see the signs that they could be more than friends/siblings, because there were signs, but I feel that media loves to put first love as if it should be the love of the characters' life always, when in real life it's much less common. It happens, but usually you don't marry your first love. And I thought it was ok to leave the romantic plot out of it. I mean, they were kids fighting a war, they had enough on their plate.

But now, as adults who have grown and gotten vastly different experiences in life and all that? I won't be mad if, when they find Ezra, they declare romantic love for each other. And regarding the message when Ezra says he sees her as a sister, I have the strong feeling that he said that because that was what he thought she wanted to hear. He accepted he was in the "friend zone" and respected that, not knowing Sabine was pinning for him, you know, like idiots in love.

It could be just as he said, they love each other platonically as siblings, and I'm ok with that too. But my heart goes out to all the Sabezra shippers. I know your pain, and as Kalluzeb shipper we might share the same boat soon. I'm fearing that they'll put even harder the "Only friends" sticker on Kallus and Zeb. But just like you, I'll ignore it. So, ship away, my dears. Who's going to stop you? Not me!)

Ahsoka should've known that Sabine would take the map! That was a very Sabine (and a very padawan) thing to do. She should know. How many times she disobeyed Anakin?

And Sabine should've known something like that would happen. When something goes as planned?

The fight between Shin and Sabine was great, but it was painful how rusty Sabine has become. Come on, girl!! and OUCH!!! I didn't expect she was going to be impaled. And thank goodness episode 2 was next because I would've hated that cliffhanger.

Part 2 - Toil and Trouble

Ahsoka's reaction about Sabine losing the map, altho understandable, got on my nerves. Really Ahsoka? have you never done something wrong? I know, I know!! her reaction stems off her trauma and all that, but idk, I didn't like it.

On the other hand, Mom daughter moment with Hera and Sabine was so precious 😭 That really took me back to Rebels. I always love when Hera is the best mom in the galaxy, showing Sabine unconditional support. Despite the physical aspect of the character that it's taking me a bit to get used to it, I think Mary Elizabeth Winstead is doing a pretty good job embodying Hera personality.

For one glorious second, I thought we were going to see live-action Kallus, I swear. I mean, who could've been better to accompany them to Corellia to found out if there were Imperial spies, hmm? I didn't even need him to be in the whole thing, just 5 seconds of screen time, giving them intel on the shipyard or something. Is that too much to ask?!!

OH!! So Ezra and Thrawn are in another galaxy! That explains why nobody found a trace of them. So I guess Peridea is a thing now. And what if Mortis is in that galaxy --or in another-- and Anakin , Obi-Wan and Ahsoka traveled in one of those paths back in TCW? Ok, this is getting interesting.

Thrawn calling Morgan?! Sounds unlikely. But if it's not thrawn, then who? Oh! OH! 😳 I just remembered, The Grysk can manipulate other people's minds!!! I thought we weren't going to touch on the Grysk on this show, like ever, but what if?!!! (i'm sure I'm wrong, but if I'm right? OH MYYY GOOOOSSSHH!!! This show could be soooo so good)

Chopper!!! There he is!!! My beloved war criminal!! I missed him so much!

Yes, yes!! that's general Syndulla I know. Taking shit from nobody!

Thank you, Huyang for easing my mind! Thank the force that Sabine is NOT force sensitive. Like this, I can get behind of the whole idea of Ahsoka being her Master. It's not my favorite thing, but I can tolerate it like this.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Chopper in the chase in the phantom was absolutely great!!

😭 Sabine cutting her hair just like Kanan did. Stop it with feels, dammit!!

Ok now we have caught up with the epilogue, and I'm excited for what's to come.

#episode review #ahsoka show #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka tano #sabine wren #hera syndulla #chopper #c1 10p #ahsoka part 1 mater and apprentice #ahsoka part 2 toil and trouble

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