iamgreenbean

[latnx-luv]

[deadpoolsbathwater]

coworker sending back a 400+ line spreadsheet that i delegated to her cuz she can’t do it as quickly as she wants—girl why do you think i sent it to you in the first place

[yellowharrington]

save a horse (ride a cowboy!) -- joel miller x reader

pairing + fandom: joel miller x reader, the last of us (hbo)

word count: 3.9k

warnings/notes: smut and porn!!! minors DNI, 18+!!! no outbreak!au. she/her pronouns used, afab!reader (with mentions of body parts), no use of y/n. age gap (joel is at least 10 years older). drinking (both reader and joel), unprotected PIV, oral (f receiving), spanking, dirty talk, car sex. if i missed anything lmk!

a/n: recommended listening: save a horse (ride a cowboy) by big & rich. honourable mention to austin by dasha bc it's been on repeat. please take the time to leave comments/reblog if you liked it <3 thank u for reading!! divider by @cafekitsune

summary: meeting an older man at the bar and spontaneously fucking him in his truck was not on your list of things to do for your first summer back in austin, but what can you do?

You hate going dancing.

Sweaty clubs with bodies brushing up against one another, sticky with the hot summer heat, confined to the walls of a crowded bar and beer sticking to the bottom of your shoes. Not the way you plan to spend your first Saturday night back in Austin for the summer, but Maddy is so convincing, your hand clasped around yours, a pleading look in her eyes. 

“I promise. It’s so fun. We’ll invite Kaylee and Erin and it’ll be a whole thing.”

You rolled your eyes at her, slipping your hand out from between hers. “Fine. One drink, one dance.”

She squealed with excitement and clapped her hands together, stepping up from the small cafe table. “We can pregame at mine. Wear that black top you have.”

You nod, thinking of the top in question. A corseted black thing that didn’t leave much to the imagination, breasts spilling out of the stop beneath the tight stitching. You think it probably got shoved to the back of your closet somewhere.

~

Joel hates going dancing.

Well, he doesn’t hate dancing. He just isn’t good at it, and hasn’t gone since his very early twenties. And he certainly would not be interested in spending the evening with Tommy at a country bar in downtown Austin, surrounded by women who would grimace at a pair of old men taking up a table.

But Tommy is convincing, hands gesturing around him annoyingly, until Joel gives in. “Fine. One drink. Then I’m leavin’.”

“This city is swarming with beautiful women,” Tommy says, knocking back another sip of his hot coffee. “And you’re too holed up inside to meet any of ‘em.”

“I like my own company,” Joel starts, bringing his own coffee mug to the sink. “Some of us are happy by ourselves.”

Tommy snorts, a hand clapping onto Joel’s shoulder. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, big shot. We’ll see when there’s a bunch of hotties in front of ya, then you can tell me that you like being alone.”

Joel gags at his use of the word ‘hotties’, and pulls his work boots on. “I can still change my mind, ya know.”

~ 

Night falls over the suburbs of Austin, taking the sunshine but leaving the humid, sweet heat in the air. You’re surrounded by your friends at Maddy’s apartment, a light pink gloss swiping across your lips. You’ve managed to dig out the top she had mentioned earlier, tied in a tight bow at the back. Your dark jeans hit just below it, letting slivers of smooth skin show, which somehow seemed sluttier than the fact your boobs were practically falling out of the top. Your jeans outlined the plump curve of your ass, a pair of dark cowboy boots adorning your calves. The last time you’d dressed like this was a long time ago, so it felt a little foreign, but not uncomfortable.

The cab ride to the bar is eventful, with 4 girls singing along to the songs on the radio at the top of your lungs. You were already a drink or two deep, having done some brightly coloured shot at Maddy’s house, taking it without thinking. You still weren’t planning on doing anything insane tonight, and bar drinks were expensive, so this was probably the best it was going to get for you.

The car pulls up to the bar and waits for you all to pour out, flashing your IDs to the bouncer, sliding inside past the thrums of people already inside. The bar was almost full, dance floor packed, drinks being poured by every bartender. Neon signs and amber lamps served as the only lighting for the establishment, already making things feel fuzzy around the edges for you.

Joel sits at a rickety wooden table in the corner of the bar with Tommy, scratching the wet label off of his beer bottle. He had fished out a plaid t-shirt from his closet, his usual jeans taught across his thighs and a pair of nicer boots than his work ones on his feet. His hair was pushed back, curls still lapping at the nape of his neck and curves of his ear. He was noticeably older than the other patrons of the bar, painfully aware of that fact, he felt rather uncomfortable. Tommy didn’t seem to mind, feet tapping at the beer-washed hardwood. “Stop lookin’ so mad,” he remarks, close to Joel’s ear. “You’ll scare ‘em all away.”

There are groups of people pouring in from outside, bachelorette parties and frat boys, making Joel feel unbelievably out of place. It was hard to lighten up when he wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing here.

The doors open once more, your group of friends pushing their way through the sea of people, hand in hand. Joel notices, one girl in a cowboy hat, one in denim jean cutoffs, one with a big belt buckle that glints pink against the light. 

Then he notices you.

His face softens as you follow behind your friends, as they push to the front of the line for a drink. He’s got 10 years on you, easy, but that doesn’t stop his cock twitching against the zipper of his suddenly too-tight jeans.

Soft curves, a top that fits you just right, and jeans that accentuate the dips and lines of your body. You’ve got warm energy, a bright smile adorning your glossed lips. 

You barely even notice him, until you turn around and make eye contact, your shining eyes meeting his. He’s too handsome for his own good, biceps and shoulders pressed tight against the sleeves of his shirt. He’s got his thighs spread across the chair he’s sitting in, towards you, almost like he wants you to come and just sit right on his lap.

You offer a small smile across the dim bar, taking your drink and following your friends to the last open table they’d spotted. A high top, back to the stranger now, giving him the opportunity to see your shape. He swears you’re sticking your ass out on purpose, so he can see the soft skin where your jeans meet the bottom of your top. 

“Joel,” Tommy’s voice cuts through the bustle of the bar. “If you’re gonna be so fuckin’ miserable, we can go. There’s another place-“

Joel stops him, teetering his beer towards his brother. “This is fine. We can stay for another round.”

~ 

You pull yourself away from the group after finishing your round of sugary drinks and shots, your head beginning to buzz. “I’ll get the next ones,” you giggle, pushing yourself out of your seat and steadying yourself on the ground. “Green tea shots?” The girls hoot and holler back to you, as you turn on your heels towards the crowded bar. 

Joel gets up, almost looking panicked, when he sees that you’re leaving your group. He downs the rest of his beer and tips his head towards Tommy, as if to ask, “another?”. Tommy nods and sits back in his chair, continuing to observe. Joel makes a beeline, able to slide right beside you in line.

You can smell the cologne and laundry detergent on his clothes while he stands behind you, shuffling on his feet. You can almost feel his nerves, radiating off of his large form. 

He can smell your perfume and shampoo, it’s intoxicating. 

Joel is served first, the bartender leaning forward to listen to his request. “Two Buds, and uh,” you feel a soft hand on your shoulder. If you couldn’t see that it was him, someone would have a black eye.

“What are you drinkin’, darlin’?”

His voice is sweet like honey as he dips down to be so unbelievably close to your ear, his hand now on the side of your arm. Heat spreads up your neck at his proximity. 

“Oh, I’m getting like 4 shots, you don’t have to-“

“What kinda shots?”

“Uh, green tea. Green tea shots.”

“And four green tea shots.”

The bartender nods as Joel slides his cash across the bar, turning, and looking down at you slightly. You feel impossibly small in that moment.

“You really did not have to do that, thank you.” You’re on your tip toes, a hand pressed against his chest now, lips as close to his ear as you can get. 

He shivers. He can’t remember the last time someone was this close to him in this way. 

“No problem,” he waves it off, taking the two beers by the neck of the bottle and moving over slightly for you to grab the shots. 

Your ass brushes across the front of his jeans, and he knows it’s intentional.

“Thanks again for the drinks,” and you’ve disappeared back into the crowd in a second.

Oh. Nevermind.

He can’t help but feel a little dejected, slinking back to his seat with Tommy and passing him his beer. “Struck out, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Joel watches your table still, annoyed, but not entirely surprised. Pretty stupid of him to think you’d want to fraternize with a man such as himself, so much older than you. Maybe he’d come off too strong?

His head is all but hanging in his hands when he watches you get up again, your friends coming along with you. He averts his eyes in embarrassment, not noticing that you’re making your way over to his table.

Tommy notices.

“Ladies!” He draws out, hands thrown up in the air. Joel looks up then, locking in eyes with you immediately.

“Didn’t think I’d leave you hanging, did ya cowboy?” A smile tugs at his lips as you extend a hand to him. “After you were so nice?”

He laughs a little, your other friend taking a hold of Tommy and pulling him towards the crowded dance floor. He’s very easily persuaded.

“Come dance with me!”

“Oh, I’m not a dancer,” he laughs, warm and honeyed. It makes heat pool in your core.

“Neither am I. Come anyways.”

All he can do is obey, taking your hand and letting you lead him away from the table. 

~

The music pulses under your feet as you end up in a tight line, shoulder to shoulder. He can’t stop looking at you, leaning down to speak into your ear. 

“I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I didn’t know how to dance,” he explains, and his breath is hot against the curve of your ear.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it when we start goin’. Just follow me.”

And I saddle up my horse

And I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise

Cause the girls

They are so pretty

Joel’s eyes are parked on your body as you start to move along to the steps of the line dance, feet tapping against the hard wood of the floor beneath you. Your hands are up by your face, clapping along to the beat. He tries to follow along, at least stepping in the right direction, clapping at the right time, but it’s no use.

Your body is insatiable - hips rolling to the pounding music. The curves and lines of your ass, paired with the soft tissue of your breasts nearly busting out of the top you chose to wear. Your skin is supple, shining against the dance floor lights that are favouring him right now as he lets a red blush engulf the skin of his cheeks and neck. 

He wonders what it looks like underneath, peeled off and bunched up around your ankles, or thrown on the floor of his bedroom. He thinks of fingering the ties of your shirt, loosening them and pushing it off, his hand across the front of your throat as he makes you look at yourself. How pretty you are. Goosebumps spread across the exposed skin of his arm.

You grab his hand suddenly, and he’s taken out of his daydream. Your eyes are fiery as you let yourself get even closer to him, feeling bold enough to put his hand across the small of your back.

“Follow me,” you command, as he looks down at the footwork you’re doing along to the song.

Riding up and down Broadway

On my old stud Leroy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a cowboy!

He attempts to follow it again, egged on by the feeling of your hot skin against his thumb. He could honestly maybe cum just from this touch alone if he really tried.

It’s not actually as hard as he thought, if he concentrates. A few steps, repeated over and over again, until it comes naturally. You notice how easily he picks it up, smiling up at him, beaming up while he’s lost in thought. 

The song picks up, and the whole floor is enthralled by the dance. You see Joel’s smile light up the room, and he hasn’t dared to move his hand from your back. You don’t mind.

When your body turns toward his, he halts before almost running into you, still following the steps along to the song.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

Your words take him by surprise, but they are not unwelcome. 

“Yes.” His hand envelops yours as he takes a look at Tommy, seeing that he’s still in the throws of the song with your friends.

Your hand leads him off the dance floor and towards the club bathroom, but he stops you, lips close to your ear again. “My truck is parked out back, if we want, a little more, um,” he clears his throat, “privacy.”

“Show me the way,” you smile, letting him pull you out the doors and into the darkness of the parking lot. 

He fishes for his keys nervously when you get to the side of his truck, an older model with blue paint. He can’t remember the last time he did anything like this, if he ever has, and it’s getting to his head.

“Let’s get in the back seat,” you say, taking him out of his trance. “Wanna feel you.”

He lets you in first, pushing across the bench seating as he slides in beside you. There’s a moment of awkwardness, before your hand reaches out to touch his denim-clad thigh. His breath hitches.

“Relax,” your smile is intoxicating to him, and he’s drinking you in. “We’re just here to have a little fun.”

He lets himself lurch forward, your lips pressed against his fervently. They’re rough and chapped, but cold from the beer he’d been nursing earlier, offering you some reprieve. 

Your hand snakes up his chest to the side of his throat, pulling him in to come closer and delve deeper. His tongue comes out to lick across your teeth and press against the soft wetness of your tongue, as his hand comes up to palm your breasts over your top, grabbing at any flesh he can get his fingers on. 

He quickly and deftly finds the bow Maddy had tied on the back, pulling it loose and letting the fabric relax so you he could pull it off of your form.

His hands began to explore the soft skin of your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth as you arch into him and let a strained moan come from your lips.

“Fuck,” is all you can think to say, because his large hands are spread across your back, forcing you closer, and into him. Soft moans escape your lips as you let him take what he needs from you.

“Off,” he commands suddenly, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans and yanking them down, after you pop the button and undo the zipper. Your boots have come off at some point in the tussle, and now you’re naked in the back seat of a stranger’s car with not much to say for yourself.

You push his flannel down his shoulders as his weight hovers over you, revealing how strong he really is. Rippling biceps beneath his tight shirt, strong chest, kind eyes. 

You’re lying beneath him, when his hands come up under your thighs to push them apart and expose your pussy to him. He kneels between your soft thighs, thankful for the dark night sky around him, as he delves into your heat with his warm tongue.

You see stars when he makes first contact, a broad stripe of his tongue sending you into space. He’s hungry for it, immediately suckling onto your clit and wrapping his lips around it, strong hands still pushing your thighs apart. He’s taking his time to taste you, wild and intricate, feeling the bulge in his jeans strain against the zipper.

“Oh, fuck,” you manage to get out, in between breathless moans. Your hand came down to tangle in his hair, feeling the soft locks between your fingers, enjoying the way he’s making your hips roll onto his face. You can’t help but rut against him, soaking his wet mouth with your slick, using him to get yourself off.

He’s moaning into your pussy, working his own now-free cock in one of his hands, while the other delves two fingers into your core. Your breath catches in your throat when he fills you, stretching you open and wide for him, hitting the perfect spot to make your stomach start to spasm as you threatened to unravel beneath him.

“Fuck, so good, so so good,” you laugh breathlessly, the ecstasy beginning to take over as he continued to work your pussy, and you felt the familiar white-hot feeling along the back of your thighs.

“I’m gonna, — oh my god,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was tonguing at you harder, eyes flickering up to watch you. “I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Good girl,” he growls into you, only offering you momentary reprieve from his tongue before using the rest of his energy to help you ride out your orgasm on his face. Your hips bucked and spasmed against him, the windows fogging up with your hot breath as you fucked yourself on his fingers. He let you pull on his hair as moans tumbled from your lips, breathless and spent.

When you managed to come down, he took his fingers from inside you and pumped his cock a few times, now bobbing in between the two of you as he slid himself up your body to kiss up your chest and capture your soft lips into a kiss.

“Sit back,” you whispered, pushing on his chest to bring him back sitting upright. His jeans were pooled around his ankles now, and you had pulled his t-shirt over his head to meet the other clothes on the floor of the truck. You positioned yourself across his lap, pumping his cock a few times and feeling the girth around your fingers.

He looked blissed out, head against the headrest, savouring the feeling of your pretty hand around him. If he looked down between your two bodies he might come right then, at the sight. 

“You did so much work, baby,” you coo, sitting down on his thick cock and bottoming out immediately, just to watch his lips fall open and eyes flutter close at how tight you are. “Made me cum so easy.”

Your lips latch onto his neck as you kiss and lap at the rough skin, letting your hips rock back and forth, slowly at first. Getting used to his length inside of you would’ve been tough if he hadn’t opened you up so easily beforehand. 

“Move,” his hands come to your waist, lightly forcing you to grind down on his lap. His cock was hitting inside of you so perfectly as you swallowed him into your body, looking down as his head lulled back against the seat. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he started, letting you set the pace of your hips, hand coming up to paw at your breast once more.

“You like this cock, don’t you?” You nod, letting your hand come to the seat behind his head and steadying yourself before beginning to bounce in his lap. “Yeah, fuck, yeah I do.”

He’s in his element now, any and all shyness from the newness of the situation melting away as he pounded into you mercilessly. The truck was no doubt shaking back and forth a little, a steadying hand print the only window to the outside world. Joel didn’t even care if people could see, they’d just be jealous.

“I’m gonna, fuck-,” he starts, eyes cloudy at the edges, vision fuzzy as he looked up at you. You were fucked out, cock-drunk on him, watching as he was coming undone underneath you as you squeezed around him. “Oh yeah?” You tease, not letting up on the rhythm of your hips, his hand coming down to your ass in a firm slap.

You moaned then, arching your back into him and sitting back. “Where do you want me?”

He’s desperate to cum now. Even the thought of your pretty face beneath him, taking his hot ropes on your soft pink lips is making him jerk forward into you with need.

He pushes you off, and you wince from the loss of contact. He’s fisting his cock above you right away, pink tip ready to explode any second at the sight of you, tits pressed together. Your mouth is open, and he sticks his fingers in between your lips as you moan around them, tasting yourself.

“Cum all over me,” you start, pinching your nipples with your free hand. “Fuck, I want it.”

It’s enough for his knees to buckle and hot cum to shoot all over your stomach and tits, painting you white with his seed. His eyes squeeze shut as you watch him ride his orgasm out, balls emptying onto you as he slows down and regains consciousness, taking a second to drink you in when he can open his eyes again. 

Your breath is heaving as you take a finger to swipe some of his cum onto your finger, dipping the digit into your mouth. His brows furrow together as he pulls you up to kiss your lips, devouring you, hands coming up to each side of your face as if to thank you for such a good time.

“Been a while since I did anything like that,” he laughs, and you follow shyly. “You got like, a napkin?” You giggle, as he grabs something in the front seat for you to clean up with. “Thanks. That was fun.”

He nods in agreement, catching his breath before pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I suppose we should go back in there,” he checks his appearance in the rearview mirror, all blushed and fucked out. 

You put your top back on over your body, turning towards him. “Can you lace me back up, please?”

His hands begin to work at you, tightening a bow at the bottom much like it had been done before.

A thought crossed your mind that made a giggle escape your lips. “What?” Joel asked, amused, pulling his jeans back on over his hips. 

“I don’t think I ever got your name.”

He laughs too, thinking of the events that had transpired given neither of you knew such a basic piece of information. 

“I guess we can stick with cowboy.”

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate

Azrielx Archeron Oc

A/N- happy day 4 of my week celebrating over 100 new friends 💙 here is the winning poll piece with Azriel and our little Archeron OC, Kaylee. This mostly takes place pre-hybern and the Cauldron, but expect a turn at the end. This is a little bit of a Rollercoaster because I love the idea of Az and Kaylee going into her being made already kind of courting.

Summary - After her older sister returns home with 3 males in tow, Kaylee finds her life turn upside down by one of them. She is unknowingly drawn to the scarred male, and he to her.

Less fun Warnings - mentions of death and child loss (nothing graphic just in a healing house sense), mentions of SA, angst. Kidnapping

The fun warnings - smut, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics (because what kind of Az fic doesn't pay into bdsm?), innocent oc, one use of impact play

Word count - around 3866

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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The first time Azriel came, Feyre and Kaylee held eye contact, communicating silently. Her older sister had brought 3 men, males, she corrected herself, into their home, and now, she sat next to the one who had pretty blue gems. She supposed he was pretty, too.

If you liked your partner to quite possibly be able to kill you with their bare teeth.

And Kaylee supposed, again, that she maybe did. She looked at him before looking at Feyre and then went back to poking at her food.

When she went to bed that night, locked in her room alone by Nesta's orders, Kaylee could have sworn she saw a shadow move before something cool danced in hair and laced between her fingers.

On his second visit, Azriel found himself looking for Kaylee. He had bought something for her at a jewelry shop, without any inkling as to why. He held the small box containing the pretty raw sapphire necklace as he entered her room at the estate.

He froze at the sight of her. Her long sandy blonde hair was damp, she was wrapped in a soft fluffy robe. She was sitting at her vanity, frozen as she stared back at him. "Aren't you supposed to be dropping a letter off to Nesta?" Her voice reminded him of summer rain. It had played in his mind constantly the past couple weeks.

"I did. I was hoping to see you." He smiled as a flush instantly hit her face, gracing her cheekbones. "Only if that is okay, though. Nesta and Elain do not know I snunk up here." Kaylee nodded. She motioned for him to join her in the room, and he sat on her bed. The smell of jasmine and vanilla hit him instantly. Expensive, a shadow whispered. "How is the healing house?"

Kaylee smiled as she turned to him, running an oil through her long beautiful hair. Soft, another shadow whispered. "It's been okay. Lots of kids this week with colds and allergies. Poor little things."

"Do you want kids someday?" The question was out before Azriel could stop himself. "Sorry I-"

"With the right person, yes." Kaylee answered without hesitation. "But only if Feyre likes them. Which I guess gives me my short lifetime to find someone." Azriel felt his heart deflate at the reminder. Human, a shadow whispered. She is just human.

Azriel stood as she turned back to the mirror, keeping the box behind his back and he approached her. "Hold your hair up for me, Kaylee." She watched him from the mirror but did as he asked. "I bought this for you. I thought I couldn't help but to think of it with your eyes when I saw it." She allowed him access to her neck without fear as she watched him. His hands were shaking from his nerves as he placed the delicate necklace on her and closed the latch.

He couldn't help himself as he reached behind her, positioning the stone so it sat perfectly centered above her breasts. "Beautiful," he whispered to her softly. "Absolutely beautiful."

On his third visit, Azriel wasn't even supposed to technically be there. He had been trying to get into the Mortal Queen's Castle. During his flight, he was struck with an arrow. It wasn't ash, wasn't laced with faebane, but he took advantage of the injury nonetheless, using it as an excuse to see Kaylee. He was currently sat on her vanity stool, shirtless, as she cleaned the wound. "I don't know much about fae healing. It looks like it's already closing, though."

Azriel chuckled. "It probably is. I just wanted an excuse to see you." He laughed again as her face flushed and she smacked him on the shoulder. "Can you blame a male for wanting a pretty girl to tend to his injuries?"

Kaylee shook her head smiling before moving to clean the barely there cut on his face. "You are a shameless flirt, Azriel."

"Only when it comes to you, honeybee." He adjusted the sapphire necklace, smiling slightly. "How are you?"

Kaylee shrugged. "Nesta and Cassian got into it today when he stopped by. The energy of the house has been off since then. It's just a heavy feeling?" She looked at him, hoping he understood what she meant and he nodded. "How are you?"

"I was shot with an arrow today, Kaylee. I too have had better days." She couldn't help but to laugh at the statement, her head falling into his shoulder. He'd do anything to hear her laugh, to see her smile. "I did get to see you. So that does make up for it." She pulled back slightly, her face near his. The cut was long gone, the wound in his side had closed and all that was left was a faint pink mark.

Az, a familiar purr came into his mind. Where are you?

Almost to the wall. I'll be home soon. Azriel locked Rhysand out, his hand absent-mindedly moving to Kaylee's face.

Neither of them know if he moved in, or if she did, but one second there was a breath of air between them, the next, there was nothing but his lips on hers. Moving together as he pulled her closer between his legs and her hands came to rest on his chest.

It felt like, for once, something good was in his pathway. Something whole and pure. He pulled away from her, instantly missing the taste of honey and green tea that lingered on her, and rested his forehead against hers. "I have to go, Rhys is calling for me."

Kaylee just nodded. "Was that your way of saying goodbye?" Azriel nodded. "We should always say goodbye like that then."

"Agreed."

Azriel's third visit was spent mapping out the house. He had not seen Kaylee since his last stop, but a small box sat heavy in his pocket waiting for the moment Nesta was done with him so he could see her.

"The last room is Kay's," the oldest sister glared at him. "She might be in there, so if she is, do not speak with her and leave her alone." Azriel nodded. "She's had a rough week."

Azriel opened the door, closing it behind him when he found the mortal who haunted his every waking moment curled in a ball on her bed. Crying. Lost someone. The shadow he had trailing her told him. Little one.

Azriel sat on her bed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Kaylee." She was instantly in his arms, crying harder as he held her against him. He adjusted slightly so she'd be in his lap, then pulled the box out and set it on her night stand. "It's okay, honeybee."

"It's not fair," and Azriel knew it wasn't. The shadow had finished filling him in. "He didn't even have a chance." He shushed her softly, pulling her in tighter. "It's just not fair."

"I know, Kaylee. I know. The loss of a babe is never fair, nor easy." They held each other in silence until her sobs became soft sniffles. Asleep. Likes to cuddle with the otter on the corner of the bed. We snuggle it every night. Azriel could have laughed at his shadows' confession. He laid Kaylee down, tucking her into the bed and handing her the otter. He watched as the shadow he had unknowingly lost to her weaved between her fingers and almost nestled into her. Ours, it whispered.

He kissed her lips gently and whispered a goodbye to her, leaving a quickly scribbled note with the box.

His fourth visit wasn't fun, nor did it allow him much time with her. He watched as Nesta fixed Kaylee's long soft waves, dissatisfied with the looks of her youngest sister.

They all had told the sisters how beautiful they looked, only for Nesta to back hand the compliment to Kaylee. "Had someone been home earlier, she'd look better."

There's nothing fucking wrong with her, Rhysand growled into the link he, Cassian, and Azriel were sharing. What is Nesta's fucking problem with her younger siblings?

From what my shadows caught, Kaylee did not get home until almost an hour ago. Something happened last night and she was pulled from bed.

That explains the medicine smell on her skin still. Cassian said softly. I think she looks fine. She looks extra glowy in that shade of blue, wouldn't you say, Azriel?

Ah yes, Rhysand said. With that clearly fae made jewelry. Admit you're courting her, Brother. We do not care..

Azriel slammed them out, moving to Kaylee as Nesta tried to force her younger sister to let her tie her hair up in braids. "Enough. She looks fine." He pulled Kaylee back to the wall by him and Cassian. They shared a silent look between them. He smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing the sapphire earrings he had purchased her.

Kaylee whispered quietly, "They're late." Cassian shrugged, trying to hide his annoyance. Kaylee jumped as a male suddenly appeared before her, guards and the queens winnowing in. Her hand had grabbed Azriel's, and he had protectively pulled the youngest sister behind him, almost handing her to Cassian with a growl. They did not get to kiss goodbye on that visit. An action Azriel would fly back soon to fix.

He had flown back a week later, sneaking into her room using the balcony door, and waited for her on her bed. He had not noticed her bathroom light was on. he was just anxiously waiting, mind in his own world. "Oh Gods! Azriel! You have to stop sneaking up on me." His gaze shot up and instantly widened.

Kaylee was standing there in her towel. Her long legs exposed to him, her upper chest exposed to him. "I-" he shut his mouth as quickly as he opened it and looked away.

"Is everything okay?" Kaylee moved closer to him until she was right in front of him. "Are you okay?"

He swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her toned thighs. "You are naked."

"Do fae not bathe naked? You all just leave your clothing on? Are you all ever naked?" He smirked at the question and bit at the bait she had tossed out.

"I'm naked when I bathe, Kaylee. I spend a lot of time naked actually." She hummed softly, tucking the end of her towel into itself. "Everything is fine, by the way. I just had a night off and thought I'd spend it seeing you." Kaylee nodded and smiled. "I figured we could maybe talk, or-" he trailed off, eyes on her legs again.

"Ooooor?" He shook his head. "Or what, Azriel?"

He swallowed again. "I will be honest. I forgot every idea I had once I realized you were naked."

Kaylee was debating something. Finally making her choice she dropped the towel, crawling into his lap, bare to him. "Does my nakedness bother you?" Azriel groaned, instantly switching their positions so she was below him.

He growled at her slightly parted lips before diving into them and kissing her deeply. His hands began to roam, going up from her waist to her breasts and squeezing the tender flesh. He devoured her moans, groaning in response as her legs fell wider apart to allow him more space. He moved his lips from hers, kissing down her neck, then biting into the pulse point softly.

Kaylee was responsive to him, to his every touch, lick, and kiss. He felt as if he were a sex God at how the littlest things he did seemed to be magic to her. "You are so beautiful. You know that?" He whispered into her ear before lightly biting it. She doesn't, the shadow said. She doesn't believe you. Azriel lifted her from the bed, pulling them in front of her full length floor mirror and stationed himself behind her. He continued kissing her neck and shoulders, hands playing with her nipples as she turned to hide her face in his neck.

Her skin was on fire with every touch of his hands, only to be instantly cooled by his shadows. "So fucking beautiful," Azriel groaned into her neck. "Look at yourself in the mirror and say you're beautiful."

His hands roamed lower and lower, finger tips leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continued to kiss her neck. "Az-"

"I gave you an order, little one," he bit harshly at her pulse point, soaking in her gasp and moan. "I expect you to follow it."

Kaylee's eyes rolled back as she moaned again. "Look in the mirror and say you are beautiful." Kaylee pulled back from him slightly, holding eye contact with him before realizing he was serious. "Do it or I stop. I will leave you here wet and alone, Kaylee. I only play with good girls."

She whimpered softly. His hand came up to grip her jaw, turning her face to look into the mirror. He had her spread out to him, his other large hand splayed on her lower stomach and public mound. "How can you see this beautiful body, those eyes, those legs, every fucking day and not realize how beautiful you are? Say. It."

Kaylee swallowed thickly as he watched her. "I'm beautiful," Azriel's hand on her chin moved to her throat, gripping gently. His other hand moved lower again, cupping her sex as he groaned at the feeling of her dripping for him.

"Again." He commanded.

"I'm beautiful," a single finger moved through her folds, gathering wetness.

"Again, honeybee."

"I'm beautiful." Azriel pushed his finger into her tight entrance, rewarding her obedience. "Fuck, Az." He slowly pulled it out, pushing it back in again. Watching her watch him.

"Look at how pretty you look right now with your cunt swallowing my finger." She blushed instantly at his words, moaning as he curled the digit into a spot she had never found before. "Such a pretty cunt, Kaylee." He slipped a second finger in, the stretch almost burning as Kaylee moaned. "Has anyone else played with you, beautiful? Or is this tight little hole all mine?" He knew immediately based on the blush and smirked. "Say red if you want to stop at any point, baby."

His fingers began moving inside of her as he continued to force her to watch. He was opening and closing them like scissors, curling them into that spot teasingly, pulling them out just to push them back in so slowly. "You smell so fucking divine, baby. I bet you taste like heaven." He growled in her ear as she tried to look at him. He ripped his fingers from her, smacking her soaked cunt lightly. He delighted in the squeal that left her throat followed by a whine. "Eyes stay on the mirror." He pushed his fingers back in, palm grazing the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. "Follow my rules and I will reward you, Kaylee. Break them and I will have to teach you some lessons. Am I understood?"

"Yes," she nodded as best she could with the hand still holding her throat.

"Yes sir," he corrected her.

"Yes sir." He nodded and began to pleasure her again, shadows moving in play with her peaked nipples. A heat Kaylee had rarely experienced in her self exploration began to build in her stomach. A coil was tightening and building quickly as she moaned more and more. Azriel was smirking watching her, feeling her walls fluttering around his fingers. "Az," she lost her thoughts as he put pressure on her clit again.

"I know, Kaylee. I can tell. Do you want to cum? Want to soak my hand like a good girl?" She began nodding eagerly. "Do you deserve to?"

"Yes sir." She answered instantly. A smile bloomed on his face. "Please?"

"Tell me why you deserve to cum."

"Because I was good, and I listened-" She moaned loudly as his fingers began constantly curling into that spot, his palm constantly running over her clit. "Sir. Please."

"Tell me one last time what I want to hear."

"I'm beautiful."

"Yes you are, baby. Cum for me." Kaylee finished stunningly. Her back arching slightly as her hips began to ride his hand. Her lips parted in a silent scream as that coil snapped. Azriel watched in bliss, eyes wide as hers squeezed shut and her cunt pulsed around his fingers, soaking them like he had predicted.

He slowed his movements, riding her high out gently as he whispered praise in her ear. He slowly removed his fingers from her but forced her to watch him in the mirror again. He put them in his mouth, the feral being inside of him growling at the taste of her pleasure and essence. He sucked and licked his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with her. "Heaven." He confirmed before turning her in his arms. "You taste like heaven."

She fell asleep in his arms that night, his naked body pressed tight against hers. She had stopped before it went too far, wanting to wait to cross that line fully once they had looked into fae and human couplings more. Azriel had played with her hair before falling asleep as well.

He had relectantly drug himself out of her bed, only waking her to kiss her goodbye as the sun began to rise.

The next visit was silent and tense. "How long has she been missing?" Cassian asked softly. "When was she last seen?"

Elain shook her head. "She was at the healing house. They said a man came, asking for her specifically by name and claiming his son had fallen ill. Kaylee is known for her work with children. She hasn't been seen since."

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Right. We got that. How long ago was it?" Feyre was holding Azriel's hand tightly as the male tried to school his expression and breath.

"About two weeks ago." Nesta finally answered.

"Our sister has been gone for two weeks, and you haven't looked for her?"

"It wouldn't be the firs-" Cassian cut Nesta off with a single hand raised to her.

"I do not want to hear your excuses. Az?"

"I will find her." The shadow singer said softly. "She should have one shadow with her. If it hasn't come back to me-" His jaw tightened. The sentence didn't need to be finished as he and Rhys made eye contact and the high lord nodded. It was clear to all of the fae in the room. Kaylee was alive, but possibly in danger.

Somewhere in Hybern, Kaylee pulled her knees to her chest as she sat locked in a dark cell. Fae males were guarding her as she sniffled and cried for what felt like the 1000th time today.

She had been forced to bathe and dine with a king. One who whispered in her ear what he planned to do to her, to her sisters, before hurting her, using her, laughing while she cried and a human male watched.

Kaylee watched from the corner of her eye as the little shadow that followed her returned with more. One tried to approach the cell before falling still on the ground and regrouping to join the other ones.

She was losing hope. Hope that Rhys could hear her as she screamed for him mentally. Hope that Feyre would come save her. Losing hope that anyone could come save her. Kaylee fiddled with the chain of her necklace as she cried harder. Help me, she pleaded mentally to anyone listening. Someone please help me.

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Kaylee didn't bother fighting the guards pulling her into the throne room. She knew the pathway well at this point. Nesta was struggling, Elain was crying. Kaylee just walked, numb to all of it. Nesta and Elain were stopped at a certain point while Kaylee was dragged to the King of Hybern and forced to sit at his feet.

Rhys growled loudly at the sight of her. "What did you do to her?! Kaylee! Honey, look at me!" She refused to look at Rhysand, wrapping her hand around the King's calf and playing the part of the good little toy he had forced her to become.

"You and Kaylee have something in common now dear Rhysand. You're both little pleasure whores." The king tilted her jaw, eyes sparkling with the lifelessness he found in Kaylee's. "The only difference is my toy had to be broken into submission while you handed yours away freely."

He dropped her jaw and Kaylee zoned out, waiting for what she knew was coming, almost begging for it. She blocked out Elain's screams. She blocked out the panic as Nesta stayed in too long. She blocked out the image of Cassian reaching for her older sister despite being nearly unconscious.

"Put my pet in. I want to see if she's worth breeding once she is fae." A soft growl snapped Kaylee back to reality. She knew it was Azriel. She knew he was dying. She almost fought as the Hybern guards gripped her arms, but it all went limp as one realized what she was about to do and back handed her. "Evidently there is some fight left in her. No matter, that can be fixed."

Kaylee allowed them to drag and lift her. She heard Feyre scream as Rhys held her back. But all Kaylee felt was water and cold and pain.

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Azriel woke up in his own bed, squeezing his eyes shut before his hands shot to his chest. "You're fully healed," a tired voice came from the corner as Rhysand stood. "You've been asleep for 3 days."

"Cassian-" Azriel began coughing and Rhysand handed him water.

"Asleep in his room. He's been awake off and on. His wings will be fine. Just a slow healing process." Rhysand sat on the edge of Azriel's bed. "Feyre is in Spring acting as a spy. She is okay." Rhysand handed Azriel broth, hoping to help him build strength. "Nesta and Elain are awake. Traumatized, but awake and alive." He watched as Rhysand swallowed thickly. "Kaylee hasn't woken up yet. She shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. Madja and her team are monitoring her day and night. I am going into her mind every so often looking for changes."

"Take me to her." Rhysand sighed heavily at the request. "Rhys. Take me to Kaylee. Please."

The high lord nodded. "They all have powers now, Az. We can't tell what they all are, but be aware, Kaylee's body is strumming with her magic. I don't know why or what she is, but she's dangerous, Az."

Azriel nodded, moving to stand and walk with Rhys. "Did Cassian?"

"The bond snapped for him the second he saw her. We were correct. Just like I have a feeling we're about to be again." He opened the door to the room next to Azriel's.

The brothers entered the room quietly and Azriel released a soft sob. Kaylee was asleep, hair spread out on the pillow as she took deep breaths. Azriel knew what Rhysand meant immediately. Her power was intoxicating, all consuming. His eyes flicked to the birds and other animals watching from the ledge of her balcony. He shot Rhysand a questioning look, and the High Lord shrugged.

Azriel began to note the changes in her. Her ears had changed shape, her limbs slightly longer, cheekbones higher. He fixed her necklace, and removed her earrings gently. Azriel took her small hand in his, ignoring the strumming glittering bond that snapped the second he touched her.

Rhys paused as he studied the light of it. "Azriel, did you two?"

"Not to the full extent, no." His brother was stroking her head. "We played. That's it." Rhys nodded. Grabbing two chairs so they could sit with her.

He was in Kaylee's mind. She was dreaming about walking through the woods and countless animals and lesser fae. Her mind showed no signs of waking her anytime soon. "I have Amren looking into her dream symbolism and her sudden new furry and feathery friends, we have guesses, but-"

"All we can do is wait?" Azriel's voice was desperate as he kissed Kaylee's cold fingers.

"Correct. All we can do is wait."

[whitemancumslut]

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WIP Whenever

Tagged by @ghostoffuturespast, and I just realised @gloryride. Thank you!

I made new headers for my WIP Whenever posts! As you can already see, they're inspired by the display of the Pip-Boy and computer terminals from Fallout 3 and 4.

WARNING! LONG AND DETAILED POST AHEAD! MANY PICTURES INCLUDED!

Full post below the cut

Mostly VP related for Cyberpunk. Working on a 'fan novella' related to the changes going on with the crew, esp. with regards to the impending departure of Trey on his new journey, and the addition of Jakey to the crew. A lot of costuming updates and fixes for new and old characters alike as I work through and modernise NPV files and such with new knowledge.

VALERIE OCAMPO-GONZALEZ - APPEARANCE AND LORE UPDATE

I've given Val her glowing yellow iris rings back, as I believe that they're an essential part of her character design. I've also settled on her accent, it's somewhere between that LA Chicano accent and a general Filipina-American English accent. Val has a tendency to code switch mid-sentence, and subconsciously shift into Cebuano in high-stress situations.

DORIAN BAUTISTA - APPEARANCE UPDATE

I've also finally updated some of Dorian's appearances. It's been just over a year since I first made Dorian as an NPV and he's due for an update. I believe his 'Corpo Tactical' and 'Fixer' outfits are a lot better suited now. I can actually imagine Dorian as a background fixer NPC at the Afterlife, and not think he's out of place.

"mfw Meredith hits me with that 'enny store employment termination."

Dorian has crossed the Rubicon and gone full fixer. I've resurrected a plot point from the original Brother's Shadow storyline where Dorian is fired from Militech due to Meredith's machinations, and he and his colleague Kaylee Anderson end up going out on the edge, working for Nightowl, the always illusive and unseen man behind Val's crew.

JAKE McCORMICK - APPEARANCE UPDATE

Jakey's finally bought some new clothes! I thought one day he needed some Aviators, and from there I thought that he also needed a jacket. Hence, two new casual appearances. Then there's his 'business attire.' Jake found this surplus NCPD vest and duty belt, and now it's his standard 'work' attire. The Militech eyepiece was a gift from Nightowl for 'good work performance.'

Since I came up with the Buckeye Wasteland idea, I've since put that to the side as my thoughts about my Fallout OCs evolve. Firstly, let's talk about Laura West.

LAURA WEST - APPEARANCE AND LORE UPDATE

"The Volunteer"

The protagonist of my Fallout fanfic, Laura West is probably the last person you'd expect to become a wasteland adventurer. She's not particularly strong, she's not a crack shot with a weapon, and she's not particularly lucky. She has passable charisma and endurance, but where she really shines is her Intelligence.

Before being sent on an important mission to save Vault 53, Laura worked as a computer technician in the vault, a job she was fairly well-suited for. However, she was the last pick to be sent to find a reactor regulator for Vault 53's damaged fusion reactor.

Ezra, the Overseer's son, was better qualified, but the Overseer couldn't bear to send him out into the wasteland, so Laura volunteered to go in his place, to Ezra's horror, because Ezra has a thing for Laura (a feeling not reciprocated by our heroine).

EZRA JOHNSON - APPEARANCE

This is Ezra. Ezra's father is the Overseer of Vault 53, and as a consequence, he gets away with way more than most vault residents could ever hope to. He's not very intelligent, strong or charismatic, but he's a crack shot, has excellent endurance and the luck of the Irish. He could accidentally kill a deathclaw and be none the wiser.

Ezra works in the maintenance division in Vault 53, a vital position, given that everything in Vault 53 was designed by Vault-Tec to fail constantly, as part of the experiment to test how residents would respond to the constant stress of having to constantly work to keep the vault from failing. He is also a massive bookworm, and has memorised just about every volume of the Vault Dweller Survival Guide.

Ezra also has a thing for Laura, a feeling that Laura doesn't reciprocate.

Moving swiftly on...

I've been working on a short story set in the Freerunners universe, elaborating on our favourite definitely not Judy Alvarez-inspired space ranger starship pilot, Zoe Alvarado, and her past as a Confederation of Free Settlements Ranger. I really need to get all the Freerunners characters drawn, because I feel that just telling people about how they look isn't working. I will probably end up using Cyberpunk 2077 to visualise their faces for y'all, at least.

Cyberpunk RED: 2077 Edition - The Old Blood

Remember my Cyberpunk vampire shit from a couple months back? I know some of you remember that, before I took my hiatus and recovered from yet another work-related stress issue. Well, what I haven't shared is that it's been running as a Cyberpunk RED campaign!

My players have learned the dark secret of the Consortium Sanguinis, and one of them has been kidnapped! It's a race against the clock to save him (and his AI brain ghost) from the machinations of literal vampires who walk amongst us!

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That's about it. Thanks to all who actually read my yapping.

I'd like to tag three people, as I always do:

@chevvy-yates

@gloryride

@streetkid-named-desire

Feel free to join in if you want.

Thanks everyone.

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Whumptober #4

part 1 part 2

xxx i see the danger, it’s written there in your eyes

“He’s not gettin’ any better.” There’s no blame in Kaylee’s voice, no accusation. She’s simply making an observation. 

Somehow, it makes Simon feel worse than if she were angry with him (not that she has it in her to be mad at him for this--none of them do).

Mal has had two more seizures in the last thirty-six hours, and he’s been bleeding from the nose and the gums. He’s in and out of consciousness, and has a persistent high fever that Simon has been struggling to keep down. Even when he’s awake Mal is confused, delirious. A few times, he’s called out names that Simon doesn’t recognize (Zoe says they’re from their war days).

Mostly, though, he talks to Wash, when he’s awake enough to speak.

Hills Fever. It had taken Simon an embarrassingly long time to diagnose--though, in his defense, it’s a disease that’s been near-eradicated for the better part of a century. Simon’s not sure how, exactly, but Mal must have contracted the virus when they’d stopped on Three Hills two weeks ago. Not that the diagnosis helps much. There’s no known treatment for Hills Fever, so all Simon can do is treat the symptoms as they come until Mal recovers. Fluids, fever reducers, anti-seizure meds…All of them are present on the ship in limited quantities. 

Mal doesn’t have forever.

The others have been taking turns sitting by Mal’s side in the tiny infirmary. They’d finally managed to get Zoe to take a break a few hours ago, and now Kaylee is here. She isn’t her usual talkative self. Simon would be lying if he said he didn’t want some of that sunshiney chatter right about now, but he doesn’t blame her for not being in the mood. 

“You ain’t been sleeping much.”

Simon runs his fingers through his hair, letting his hand rest on the back of his head, and he sighs. 

“I’m afraid,” Simon says. It isn’t something that he would have admitted so readily in his early days on the Serenity, not even to Kaylee. Those walls have long since been lowered. “I couldn’t bear it if he needed me and I wasn't here to help.”

Kaylee nods and to his surprise, one corner of her mouth turns up in the ghost of a smile. “You realize you could get from bow to stern in about ten seconds, right? She’s a good ship, but Serenity ain’t exactly big. I’d come and get you if anything happened.”

Simon manages to offer a small smile, despite his exhaustion and worry. “I know you would. I really think it’s better if I stay here, though.”

Kaylee looks like she’s going to argue with him, but doesn’t get the chance. Mal stirs, a low groan escaping him, and his eyes open. They have the same vacant glassiness that’s haunted them these last few days, looking around but not really seeing.

“Cap’n?” Kaylee says softly, putting a hand on the man’s wrist. 

Mal groans again, brow pulling down into a frown. “‘m sorry,” he slurs. His gaze is fixed on a point past Kaylee’s head. “Wash, ‘m sorry…”

He slips back into unconsciousness as quickly as he’d left it. A thin trickle of blood leaks from the corner of one eye, rolling down his cheek like a crimson tear. Kaylee looks up at Simon in alarm. 

“Simon?”

“I know, I see it,” Simon says, grabbing a clean cloth to wipe away the trail of red. 

“Is he gonna be like this much longer?”

“I don’t know.”

xxx 

It’s when Simon falls asleep standing the next day that Zoe finally pulls rank and forces him to go to his bunk for a few hours’ sleep. He doesn’t think he’s going to be able to actually get any meaningful rest, but his head has barely hit the pillow before he’s out.

xxx 

“Doc!” 

Simon jerks awake at the sound of Jayne’s voice and he bolts upright, heart pounding. “Is he okay?”

Jayne’s eyes are wide. “You best come quick. He just started shaking.”

“Another seizure?” 

“I think so,” Jayne says. He sounds nervous.

Simon follows him to the infirmary at a near-run. Zoe is already there, standing next to Mal, and she looks up as Simon enters. Mal is shivering, and he’s drenched in sweat. It takes a moment for Simon’s frantic mind to settle as he realizes what’s happening.

“It isn’t a seizure,” he says.

“It’s not?” Jayne says. “Are you sure?”

Simon nods, and he could almost laugh with the relief that floods over him. “I’m positive. Look.” He points at the monitor. “His fever’s breaking.”

“That’s good,” Zoe says slowly. “That’s good, right?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s very good. I think…” He takes a deep breath and feels some of the tension that’s built up these last few days leave him. “I think he’s going to be okay.”

xxx 

Mal blinks heavily, frowning when he sees Kaylee’s worried face hovering over him. 

“Hey, Cap,” she says. “You in there?”

“I’m here,” Mal says, voice scratchy. Simon is at his side in a flash, fussing over him. Mal largely ignores him, instead shifting his focus to where Zoe and Jayne stand in deep discussion. “What’re you two talkin’ about without me?”

Zoe looks up and smiles. “Good to see you awake, Cap’n. We were just discussing the best way to go about restocking our medical supplies. You nearly cleaned us out.”

Mal blinks in confusion. “Did I?...What happened? I remember goin’ to the bridge, and then…” 

“That was four days ago,” Simon says. “You’ve been very ill. Hills Fever. But you’re past the worst of it, now.”

“Hills Fever,” Mal repeats slowly. “Huh. Never got the shot for that one. Family doc said I was allergic.”

Simon lifts an eyebrow. “Well, that explains why you got sick. Are there any other allergies I should know about?”

“Don’t think so…Gorram, I’m tired.”

“Yes, well, you’ve been through a lot. You need rest.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Mal says, closing his eyes. He quickly opens them again. “What about medical supplies?”

“We can figure that out later,” Zoe says. “You should do as the doc says.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” Mal mumbles. He looks around, scanning the room for the remainder of his crew. “Where’s River?”

“She’s on the bridge,” Kaylee says. “I can go get her.”

Mal shakes his head once. “No, no. Let her be…” He closes his eyes. He can’t shake the feeling that someone is missing, but he doesn’t get much time to dwell on it before he’s fast asleep.

xxx end

[cinamun]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Thanks love! I was also tagged by @shesthespinstersimmer and y'all know I love talking about these pixels so....

Why not the one who made her TFA debut today? Madame Judith Ward.

We love a misunderstood baddie with a horrible reputation and bad attitude.

1 - Has a baby girl named Kaylee but no one knows if she was a result of the contents of The Tape™ or if she was adopted.

2 - Has a massive body count. Like, sexually and murderly. Like her bio says, she'll throw your ass under a bus to move ahead in her career and she literally means throw you under a moving bus.

3 - Has several ex-husbands who have all ended up in the ICU at one point in their lives. Doctor's could never determine the cause but they all had the same stomach contents upon examination: lobster thermidor prepared by a sketchy butler.

4 - Has slept with said sketchy butler.

5 - Has a hidden room where she keeps uncut versions of her films and multiple Starlight Accolade awards that she's won over the years. This is the same room where The Tape™ was filmed.

[the-vampire-queer]

The Vampires Digital Media Poll: Round 1, Bracket 4

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What is The Vampire Diaries (+ The Originals + Legacies) about?

Summary (TVD only, due to nature of spoilers when it comes to spin-offs): "This supernatural drama, based on the series of novels by L.J. Smith, details the lives of two brothers, Damon and Stefan Salvatore, who have been living as vampires for centuries. After years of moving from from place-to-place to hide their eternal youth (and bloodthirsty condition), the brothers return to the small Virginia town, Mystic Falls, where their lives as humans ended. Damon is snarky, handsome and charming, with a propensity for evil, while Stefan tries to remain noble -- in part to atone for bad behavior in his past." Source: Rotten Tomatoes

Source: The Vampire Diaries

Cast:

Nina Dobrev - Elena Gilbert (TVD)

Ian Somerhalder - Damon Salvatore (TVD)

Paul Wesley - Stefan Salvatore (TVD)

Candice King - Caroline Forbes (TVD)

Kat Graham - Bonnie Bennett (TVD)

Note: Cast lists provided here are not complete lists of people and characters featured in the media being listed. These are partial lists that include some of the main characters and their actors.

Additional information: The Vampire Diaries show is based on the books of the same name by L. J. Smith. Lots was changed in the book-to-show transfer. Some fans prefer the show over the books.

What is V Wars about?

Summary: "A doctor is pitted against his best friend when an ancient disease turns people into vampires; from the comics by Jonathan Maberry and Alan Robinson." Source: Rotten Tomatoes

Cast:

Ian Somerhalder - Dr. Luther Swann

Adrian Holmes - Michael Fayne

Kyle Breitkopf - Desmond Swann

Jacky Lai - Kaylee Vo

Note: Cast lists provided here are not complete lists of people and characters featured in the media being listed. These are partial lists that include some of the main characters and their actors.

Additional information: The V Wars tv show is based off of the comics of the same name. This show also features Vampire Diaries actor Ian Somerhalder, known for playing Damon Salvatore.

[corroded-hellfire]

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I can definitely see Adult!Luke assigning a special ringtone and a specific photo and nickname for each of his family members, for Mia, his in-laws, Reader, Eddie, Ryan and Eliza

I would love to know how you would picture Luke's phone to be like for each contacts he has.

I had so much fun with this, oh my God. I found the best ringtones I could, given what tumblr could provide, and have pictures for everyone except Reader (cause…she is all of us) and Baby Munson #4 (cause spoilerssss). Honestly the only reason Baby Munson #4 is on here at all is because I liked the ringtone and had no one else to add it for lol.

Now, please enjoy this glimpse inside Luke Munson’s phone…

[Once Luke saw this photo of his dad as a teenager, he was never the same. Hence it became Eddie’s contact photo. And the ringtone is just perfect because, ya know, Luke and his father lol]

Father

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[No picture for reader, obviously. But I found the ringtone to be very fitting for her and Luke lol]

Mama Munson 🥰

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[A mixture of brotherly love and hate with the awesome duo ringtone but less loving photo lol]

Ryan’s Got Scurvy

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[It doesn’t matter that Eliza is a young woman by the time she gets her first phone, this will always be Luke’s favorite picture of her, so it must be used]

Elizard 😈💜

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[Luke is such a sap for his wife and he isn’t ashamed in the least bit]

My Mia ❤️

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[Ah, Luke’s favorite uncle turned father-in-law. He needs the constant proof of how much Steve loves him so he keeps a reminder as his contact photo]

In Law Uncle Steve

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[Nancy is the first woman that Luke remembers taking care of him in life, so he has a special place in his heart for her. It shows in the picture of her with toddler Natalie and baby Luke, and that her ringtone is the song Luke danced with her to at his and Mia’s wedding]

In Law Aunt Nance

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[This ringtone made me laugh and it’s right up Luke’s alley, so why not give it to the next sib]

Munson the Fourth

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[And last and certainly least, the woman who biologically birthed him]

Witch

[josiesaltzmanstyle]

Hope Is Not the Goal

Episode 4 features one of my favorite Josie outfits in the entire show, so yay!

Also, hi. It's been forever. Whoops!

First off, accessories, since they're the most visible in her first appearances. These gold, threaded earrings with gold bars hanging down are some of my favorite we've seen Josie in so far! Unfortunately, I can't find the original pair, but these are a handmade pair on Poshmark, and they seem like a close approximation.

I find this pair especially notable because this is the first time Josie's wearing dangling earrings, which, so far, have been more of Lizzie's thing. This episode is one of firsts, though. More on that later.

Josie, as she is wont to do, is also sporting a detachable, white, ruffled collar. While it's not an accessory I would normally pick, I think it works well to show off Josie's somewhat preppy and reserved nature, even as she's experimenting a little more with style this episode.

I love her hair this episode, too! It's still stylistically curled, but just a shade looser than it has been. It's giving princess waves, instead of studious coils. Pictured above, we can see on her right, she's pinned part of it back, following the trend this early first season has established of Josie pulling her hair from her forehead. Interestingly, though, she keeps the other side unpinned and lets it fall to frame her face. I like this look a lot more than what she has been doing with her hair, and Kaylee Kaneshiro pulls it off really well.

Honestly, one reason it took me so long to update was because I was so frustrated I couldn’t find this Fifth the Label top. I can mostly move on when I can’t find something, but I love this outfit so much. As I was diving back into this project, I was about to give up when I finally found it? I feel like I am on drugs.

It's the first, though certainly not the last, crop top we see Josie in! So far, this season, she's been pretty buttoned up. Crop tops won't be unusual fare for Josie down the line, but in season one, it certainly stands out. She's clearly experimenting in this episode, maybe a little because Rafael is back, maybe a little because this episode is one of the first about Josie coming into her own as she stands up to her father at the end with regards to her perspective that the school needs to teach defensive magic. Josie's whole arc is threaded with this theme of Josie coming into her own and learning (messily) to advocate what she needs and believes in. Maybe it seems small, but I personally don't think the show is shy about using style to build character, perhaps especially with Josie, who, IMHO, uses it to perform quite a lot.

The cropped sweater is a bright red and looks extremely soft in that Depop picture (alas, the only place I could find it), with yellow trim above the end of the sleeves and at the hem. Both are also almost scalloped? But the valleys are slightly deeper and longer and sharper, like teeth.

It’s paired, of course, with a plaid, navy skirt—but I don’t believe it’s her regular school skirt? It’s a little more high-waisted, has a little more volume, and has some sort of zipper/buckle accessory attached? The closest thing I can find is this French Toast skirt, though it doesn't look like it would sit as high as it does on Josie.

Regardless, it’s a Whole Look (TM.)

I belieeeve she’s wearing the same yellow Aldos she wore with her yellow sweater in 1.01! Now, they're in conversation with the yellow trim on her sweater. Love a repeat item, proving her closet is more relatable than meets the eye. It also shows her skill, once again, in coordinating color very well! It reminds me a bit of how she coordinated her first outfit in 1.01, though this look is notably less buttoned-up and preppy. She does pair it with black knee-high socks, though, so that's not to say there's no preppy involved.

Red and yellow, so far, are definitely stacking up as her colors this season.

This outfit manages to be well-coordinated, trendy if a little quirky, and still lets her polished style shine through. It's certainly my favorite outfit we've seen her in so far, and it's probably in my top 5 Josie looks altogether.

We see so little of this look, I fully forgot about it until I was scanning through the episode. Yet I am pretty positive the top is this light blue cable-knit J. Crew sweater, and I think we might get some more appearances of it later on? It's pretty simple and works well with what we've seen Josie in already, as sweaters are her bread and butter this season. It's a relatively simple look in comparison to a lot of her other outfits this season, but that actually makes sense, as it's what she's changed into after she, Hope, and Lizzie get monster goop exploded all over them.

I couldn't get a good shot of them, but she also opted for simple black shorts. I can't be sure, but I think they might be the shorts she wore while serving volunteer detention in 1.03! We don't get a super great look at them, though. Her earrings are also still present, so they must have remained goop-free.

Pretty sure she’s sporting this red and white J. Crew pajama set, though the lighting makes it skew a bit blue/green. The collar (and sleeves and hem of the shorts, though those were harder to snap a picture of it) has a red trim, paralleling the yellow trim of her day sweater. We love a girl who's on theme. (She's also so busy working on her offensive magic proposal and then lightly telling her father off that she hasn't taken her earrings out for bed yet. #ambitious queen.) For some reason, I'm also noticing her makeup more than I have been so far. Maybe her eyeshadow is a bit darker, her lips a bit fuller? Hm. Much to think on.

It should come as no surprise that this was my favorite outfit:

It's very experimental, thus far, for Josie, yet still incorporates all the things that have marked her style so far! Definitely an iconic look.

[vintagelacerosette]

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This weeks Tag game Tuesday

Name: Shermyn

Whereabouts in the world are you? Sydneeeey

Do you have any pets? My Roxy pup

What do you do for work? DMV but we actually help y'all lol

Favourite fruit? Rock melon or as mericans like to say cantaloupe 🍈

A pet peeve of yours: Music or vid in public places like doctor waiting room or in trains

Are you a fast walker or a slow walker? As many have said, bc of short legs it looks fast, but I'm just tryna catch up 😅

How do you usually wear your hair? Down & flowing & I try to make it fun with hair bows or fun clips 💕

Sunny days or rainy days? Sunny days ☀️

What time do you usually go to bed? 11pm-1am

What time do you usually wake up? Sunrise clock is at 6am but I go back to sleep depending on how late i sleep lol so 7am-8am. 9am-10am on days off lol

if you were a cartoon character, what would be your everyday outfit? My birthday dress but in the cartoon my outfit is magic so it can turn whatever I want it to be depending on the occasion but keeping them colours 🩷🩵💜 for example if I needed a business outfit it would turn into a dashing 3 piece suit 💖

Something you'd like to learn: How to write fic & to crochet

and finally, tell me something that made you happy recently: All the birthday messages from y'all (thank you) & seeing my friends for my birthday 🎂💕

Last week's tag game Tuesday✨️

Name: Myn

Age: 27

Pronouns: she/they

Your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): Leo, & Nines (ok screaming bc this was the first time i did thay & can i say accuracy wtf 😭)

How tall are you? 151cm/4"11 aka cute sized by

What colour are your eyes? Dark brown

The last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): Barbie movie!! It was terrific & hilarious (if i did this one time the answer wouda been Birds of Prey haha great Margot films)

Favourite dessert: Love all dessert rn I'm craving for crepes 😋

Outer space or the ocean? Now I woulda said ocean before but just Good Omens season 2 means me want outta space 🚀

You’re in a McDonald’s drive thru, what are you ordering? 10 pack nugget meal with medium strawberry milkshake & sweet & sour sauce for the nugs

Are you good with plants? Probs not bought some basil & my dad ended up take care of it idk if they still alive 🥲

Would your current self and high school self get along? Sure but she'd berate me asking wth girl thought you'd be an animater 😅

A food you can’t stand:

Something you’d do if money were no object: Have an lavish retreat trip somewhere exciting to meet all the you amazing gallabitches in the fandom, where we can have fanfic writing sessions, craft sessions & even have a meet & greet with Cam & Noel. Oh my! Am I making a dashcon for gallavich? 😆

The last app you opened on your phone: Amazon prime bc of Good Omens s2

and finally, compliment yourself! You are incredibly resilient, creative & full of light. 💖

Picrew

Concert ABC

Five comfort characters

1. Mickey Milkovich from Shameless

2. Lacus Clyne from Gundam Seed

3. Kaylee Frye from Firefly

4. Wylan Hendricks from Shadow & Bone

5. Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill

List five songs that someone else introduced me to that have made their way into my regular rotation

Last line written of fic

“Ok! Small Gallaghers, it's time to get moving and into the car, or I'll be getting chatty kathy up my as again” A familiar voice cuts through the tender moment and causes Ian to shoot up like he’s been electrocuted with Liam still in his arms.

(Ngl i haven't touched my fics in forever 😅)

Fanfic trope tier list

[marierg]

Biscuits and Beskar: 4

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Rating: Mature (So if you can't be don't read, under 18 be gone!)

Warnings: Angst, longing, past trauma, past assault, murder, descriptions of rampaging wookies, tipsiness, flirting, smutty dreams but nothing overtly descriptive. If I missed one lemme know

A/N: I tend to find that the kindest people are the ones who have walked through hell and come out the other side. With that said no one comes to Tattooine by choice.

Pic credits- Pinterest, Lucasfilm, Sparknala and providence-park for GIFs.

Words:4580

Song credit: Dream a little dream of me by: Schwandt, Andre, & Kahn (Recommend the version sung By Ella Fitzgerald for listening)

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“Come on you rust bucket move, MOVE!” Gunning the throttle you sped into Mos Espa. Having seen the Daimyo leave in a hurry you conferred with the kids. Apparently Krrsantan had been seen loitering near the Sanctuary. “Please let her be ok, please let everybody be ok. I'm begging you just... please!”

Pulling up you hobbled in and there stood your friend Garsa talking down an angry Krrsantan. The stately twi'lek working her charms to soothe the towering terror. Garsa always had the diplomacy of a politician and the charm of a courtesan. When she worked a room it was an art form to behold. But this was not some tame mid rim world. These were the streets of Mos Espa where blood flowed as easily as sand blew on the wind.

“You have met every challenge, won every trophy. Is it not beneath you to dismember this unfortunate Trandosian?” Garsa slowly approached, soothing and pleading with the former gladiator to see reason. All you could imagine was that the Wookie would become enraged at your friend and rip off one of her Lekku. The cold grip of panic started to take hold as the breath caught in your lungs.

“Easy little one, no need to rush in.” Large hand reaching out and grasping your arm, Boba guided you into his side. He shouldn't be surprised that you had followed, though he wished you had stayed back at the Palace. You'd only just begun walking with the brace and yet even that would not slow you down. You reminded him of a canyon rose, hardy and resilient growing among the cliffs. Keeping a stoic expression Boba tried to reassure you, “All will be well.”

Tensing, you swallowed hard, “You don't know that...”

“You doubt my word?” His head tilted just slightly to observe you in his peripheral vision better.

“No.” You reply quietly, even as your heart raced. Boba kept his hand on your arm, thumb stroking lightly.

“Madame Fwip is doing well, better she resolve this than me.” He could see doubt and worry in your eyes, “Have faith in your friend mesh'la.”

Cheeks heating with a flush at his words, you tried to believe what he said. Shifting to put your weight on the better leg you leaned further into Boba. He was so steady and you craved that comfort. It was a luxury in your world, not often indulged yet so very welcome. Much like waking up in his bed, the feeling still haunted your mind. Memory now altered to fantasy, this morning's dream still clinging like a specter.

Your hands could practically feel the silken material beneath you again, the quiet of the wind and the low gravel of Boba's voice. The masculine scent of his skin that clung to the blankets; not cologne but leather, soap, and something just... him. Arousal running hot within you, skin sensitive and aching for touch as you lay spread out beneath him. Longing for those rough hands to grasp and caress; hands that were trained to kill but were so gentle with you. You could feel his deep, rumbling laugh in your ear as he traced over your wanting flesh.

You imagined Boba would call you those little names as his lips grazed over you. Call you his woman, ask you to never leave that room in the tower. That lions gaze holding your own as he found his peace within your arms. That deep burning coil building, gaining momentum and just as your body was on the precipice of climax everything would fade to the dark reality of your own little bed. These were the dreams that woke you in the early hours aching and empty for something you knew you shouldn't want. But stars did you want...

But here in the present, watching the standoff with the Wookie a small part of you felt guilty and yet greedy for this contact, small as it was. Glancing up at Boba and back words slipping loose, not really meaning to, “I never doubt you.”

Fwip offered to wipe the wookie's tab if he would let the lizard go. Really she had done a very good job in deescalating the situation, another reason he was glad to have the Twi'lek as an ally. Boba watched as Krrsantan did as she had requested and released the Trandosian... just not in one piece. Krrsantan did however pay his tab as he left, destruction and chaos still reverberating in his wake. As the Wookie stalked to the door Boba felt you straighten and try to square up, as if to protect him. Fierce some beauty, thorns at the ready. Boba's mouth quirked up in amusement and affection before turning to Madame Fwip.

“It was worth a try.” Letting go of your arm, his touch lingering slightly as he stepped forward, “May I leave Ms. Manu in your capable hands for a moment?”

Boba turned to you before he strode out the door, his fingertip just brushing the top of your hand. The look he gave you, intense yet warm, clearly told you to stay put. And with that he strode into the night.

“Kaylee, my darling girl,” Garsa swept over to you as the tension passed. Well some of it. She would be a fool not to notice the little exchange between you and the Daimyo. Gliding forward on her heels she smiled, it was far past time for a visit with you. “How I've missed seeing you, are they treating you well? What happened to your leg?”

“How am I? How are you?!” You crushed the Twi'lek in a tight hug, relieved beyond measure that she and the other staff hadn't been harmed. Garza laughed as you let out a breath you'd been holding since walking in. Still using humor as a fall back you began to babble, “You could have been mauled! You could have ripped this fabulous dress... which by the way is amazing! Oh, I'm just glad you're okay.”

“Stop, this old thing... well all things new again I suppose.” She hugged you back, one lekku draping on your shoulder affectionately. Garsa looped your arm and guided you to her private booth, signaling the bartender for some refreshments, “Actually I was thinking of you the other day. There are some things that would look lovely on you, especially now that you work at the Palace.”

“I'm a cook, what would I need to dress up for?” I chuckle at the very thought, “That is sweet of you though. Did Skad bring you those sweets?”

“Yes he was quite the diligent delivery man, only took a few in fee.” Garza could never understand your discomfort at the thought of dressing up, especially with your figure and fine taste. Handing you a wine she clinked glasses, “But really Kaylee you'd be doing me a favor and I know that you'll give my old rags a good home. Who else appreciates fashion on this planet. Now, tell me how the Daimyo has been treating you?”

“He's very generous, kind, gives me free reign in the kitchen, never complains.” Your cheeks heating at the mention of Boba, you tried to think of something clever to say. "Good taste in ships... He's very smart, always watching the city pays attention to little things."

Garsa smirked, “Smart man indeed.”

“I do miss margaritas at closing time and sabac nights with you.” I pat her hand and take a seat. “And I miss seeing all these lovely dresses. You always bring a bit of class to this dreary dust ball.”

“And now you can add a little color to that imposing fortress.” Garsa noted the little blush that crept up when you spoke of Fett, “I'm sure that the place can use some brightening and the Daimyo certainly seems to appreciate pretty things.”

Rolling your eyes at Garsa's insinuation you none the less felt a little pang. The Twi'lek owned every room that she walked in and by comparison you were just average. She was the type of woman who could easily walk side by side with someone powerful. Some days you wished that you could walk just as tall. You smiled sadly behind your drink, “He does have fair taste in many things.”

“Fair indeed to have picked the best chef on the planet and the prettiest. Even if you do hide yourself away.” She gave a tug at your flight suit. “But tell me now really what kind of man lies beneath that armor? Master Fett seems so... impressive.”

“Garsa!” Tone scolding as you shook your head.

“Only between us girls.” She batted her lashes at you. Garsa knew that she could push just a little harder and get an answer. “I've seen how you look at him...”

“It's not like that,” replying far to quickly you downed the drink and tried to hide your rising blush, “Besides Boba... Daimyo Fett has far too much to deal with to bother with me.”

“Oh my darling girl... Life is far too short Kaylee, grab it while you can lest it slip by.”

“We both know that's not wise,” Glancing at your friend you sighed, “and those days are past me.”

“Never say never my dear girl. Now one thing I do miss is your singing sweetheart.” Garza handed you another drink. She knew you needed something to grease the wheels if she was to get her song. Signaling Max and the band a familiar tune started to play, “Oh please Kaylee, indulge me.”

“When do I not,” Rolling your eyes and laughing unable to resist. Garsa always could provoke the fun to come out of you.

“Ah lovely,” Garza preened and folded her hands to rest her chin on gracefully.

Closing your eyes you felt the music within you, moving with it as you began.

“Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you' Birds singin' in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

Say 'nighty-night' and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me”

“...Fennec will be waiting when you arrive.” Boba shook Krrsantan's hand finalizing his contract. Another ally and a good one to have. It certainly beat the alternative. Reentering the Sanctuary your voice greeted him, sultry soulful tune rising in the air. The low tones of the song wrapping their way around his mind, as if a spell had been cast. Sitting with Madame Fwip in the corner booth, the eyes of the patrons on you as you sang with the band.

“Stars fading, but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you...

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me...”

Boba continued to listen as you finished, giving a nod when your eyes found him in the crowd. With the slightest gesture of his hand you rose to join him. Giving a brief nod in parting, Boba also saw the smile that Fwip had upon watching the two of you exit together. It didn't bother him, Boba almost enjoyed the idea of people thinking you belonged to him. Sooner than later it would be true anyway.

Garza's eyes smiled as you finished her favorite song. How she hoped the lyrics would change as her own fortunes had, but a self made woman could only win so often. Maybe you would enjoy the good fortune of love that had passed her by. Garsa missed your wisdom and calm along with your voice. She often told you that such talent wasted was just cruel, but maybe it was such soothing tones that had caught the Daimyo's favor.

Finally a being in this universe had caught your eye, powerful and handsome too. Garsa could see you were smitten, had never heard you speak so favorably about someone. Not to mention how shy and secretive you were, blushing at every turn. Then there was the way that the Daimyo had strutted back in to collect you, summoning you without a word. The little look and protective hand he placed behind you. Raising her glass as you left Garsa giggled, “Good luck my dear.”

Boba observed as you walked beside him. Your eyes were not on the streets and buildings, but to the stars. “You sing very well.”

“I do alright I guess.” Shrugging you kept your eyes on the glimmering worlds above. Clear nights like this one reminded you of being on the cruiser, Papa taking you to the first class observation deck after everyone was in bed. The stories he would tell you and teaching you each star by name and system. “It's a clear night, no sandstorms tomorrow.”

“Good day for riding then.” Boba smirked seeing you place one of your kitchen knives back in the saddle bag of your speeder. He chuckled, “Try not to skin the Wookie when he comes in for breakfast.”

“I'll try my best, but no promises.” Tilting your head you gave him a steady look. “Do you trust him?”

“He'll do his job.” Boba studied the old imperial speeder you rode. It was modified and had to be faster than hell to have gotten you here so quickly. “That's an awful lot of metal to handle, isn't it?”

“Not really.” You gave the man a look, teasing a bit. You ran your hand almost suggestively over the throttle while still absently moving things in the saddle bag. The drinks were giving you a nice buzz, loosening the usually tight guard you kept around Boba. “I think you'll find I can handle a lot of things.”

Boba smiled and shook his head, “Is that so?”

“Would think a hunter such as yourself would know better than to judge a book by it's cover.” Hopping astride the speeder you started the engine and giving it a little throttle. Feeling very loose and adventurous you winked, “Race you back to the Palace?”

“You shouldn't drive in your state.” His tone was almost scolding. Donning his helmet Boba pulled you to the back of the speeder by your waist, taking the pilot's spot.

“Hey now...”

“You have a bad enough tendency to hurt yourself,” Boba gunned the throttle, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Best hold on cyar'ika.”

Giving him a bemused look, you couldn't help thinking he was teasing you somehow. “You know one of these days I'll figure out what all these words mean.”

“Ash'tuur mesh'la...” Boba didn't dare finish that thought though, at least not right now.

He didn't have to take the Bantha trail back to the Palace, more rough than the main road. But between the view of the night sky and the way your body clung onto his, Boba wanted this journey to last just a little longer. He savored the pressure of your chin resting on his shoulder, the joyous sounds when you saw something. The gentle way your arms wrapped around his body, little squeezes on the occasional bump was all worth the extra distance.

The bike was a powerful little machine, you talked him through the controls and what not to push, though you only explained it as 'emergency controls'. There were a few after market mods that he didn't recognize, but he could clearly tell that the weapons system was still functional. Boba caught Fennec shaking her head with a smirk as they entered the hangar. At the door of your room he was surprised when you turned and took hold of his helm. You didn't try to tug or lift it off, instead you held it as gently as if it were his own face.

“Thank you for going tonight, for helping my friend.” There was a soft smile on your face, grateful for the good that he did. It'd been so long since the people of Tattooine had someone good on their side.

Tilting his head into your touch Boba hummed, “It's my duty to protect the people of the city.”

“Maybe, but you do it well,” Softly you traced the scratches in the paint, “so I'll thank you again.”

He smiled under the helmet, his voice practically a purr through the vocoder. “Then it is also my pleasure.”

Even in your tipsy state you knew better than to give into further temptation. Your body was begging you to pull him into your room and peal off that green plating, but caution said think twice. So instead you kissed the post of his visor, the cool surface nowhere near matching the warmth of the man beneath. Pulling back reluctantly you slowly closed your door. “Good night Boba, sleep well.”

Even after your door closed and he retired to his own quarters he would find no rest. Boba could not find tranquility in his dreams, his past haunting him even there. Maybe tonight he could will those memories away though, perhaps you would find him instead. He breathed deeply as he lay back forcing his eyes closed. The sheets still held your lingering scent, the sound of your voice singing that song still fresh in his mind. A faint smile on his lips as he drifted, “Dream of me too mesh'la.”

“Kaylee can you come to throne room please?”

“Karking hells why is it always the wine coolers...." Rolling your eyes with a groan you placed the dishes aside and headed down the hall. Your head felt like a pack of Banthas had stampeded right over it. Light, sound, hell anyone breathing too loud was annoying to you right now. Muttering under your breath you forced yourself to walk towards Fennec, "And what may I assist you with today?”

“Not enough Kaf this morning?” A loth cats grin quirking the corners of her face Fennec found this very amusing. “Maybe you need some nice dry toast, Hmm?”

“Ha ha ha...”

“Poor Cookie," The assassin chuckled in her throat, "unfortunately I must add to your headache. Boba has called for a meeting of the three crime families.”

“Aqualish, Klatooinians, and Trandosians?” Verbally confirming while rubbing your temple, starting to make a mental list. This big of a meeting wouldn't have been called without reason, this was an act of diplomacy. Each group needed to be represented and appeased equally, a show of the Daimyo's generosity and power. “How much time do I have?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Dank Ferrik...” Glancing at Fennec she shrugs.

“You'll have whatever you need. Also Boba wants you to act as hostess for the evening.” She smirked at the thought of seeing Boba hot under the plating seeing you in a dress. It was the little things that brought Fennec joy with this job and torturing the boss was definitely one. "I hope you have something nicer than that to wear."

Pausing mid stride while making mental plans your face grew pale, as a chill ran through you, “What?”

“He would like you to entertain and serve the guests.” Fennec paused studying your reaction. she had seen may of your mannerisms but not this. It was as though all joy had been pulled from you.

“I can't... You understand the intricacies and the politics far better.” Shaking your head you turned from the woman starting to head back to the kitchen, trying to end the discussion. “I'll be busy cooking...”

Fennec's tone became firm, “What do you mean you can't?”

“I can't ok.” You snapped at Fennec as a cold sweat broke out. You tried to take a deep breath, voice turning low and strained, “I'm not a hostess... I'm not...”

“Hey hey hey.” Fennec took your shoulders and gave you a shake seeing the terror in your eyes, even as you tried to control it. She soothingly gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulders waiting for you to calm. “Cookie look at me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, talk to me.”

Biting out a low answer and swallowing hard you tried to meet her gaze, “It's safer in the kitchen.”

“Alright, you feel safer there, but why not out here? You're safe with me right?” You nodded at her, though stiffly. Fennec may not know what the root of this was, but she knew that the only way to deal with fear was to face it. Forcing you wouldn't be effective though, you had to make the choice. “If you really don't want to do this I can talk to Boba, but I would like you to think it over first. I promise you will be safe through the entirety of this dinner. You trust me?”

You nodded again.

“Good, because I trust you too.” Fennec gave your shoulders another squeeze. “No one else understands these people like you do. You've lived and survived around them for years and that's knowledge I don't have. I need a second set of eyes and ears in there.”

Maybe it was the firm tone, maybe it was the comforting squeeze on your shoulders. The panic started to dissipate, Fennec was right of course. This was not the Cruiser, this was not that banquet, these were not Imperials. Shaking your head you met her gaze, “You'll be there the whole time?”

“We all will.” She sees you swallow hard, deciding to try for humor, “If anyone tries anything you have permission to feed them to the Rancor.”

You snorted and smirked, finally able to breath again, “I should get to it then.”

“Thank you Cookie, let me know what you need.”

You walk away, sinking into work as a distraction. The kitchen was your domain, your haven. Here is where you were in control. You had lied to Fennec when you had told her you couldn't host, hell you had been one of the best on the ship. In one swift act of violence all of the joy and pride that you had for that job had been shattered, you never looked back. Going through the inventory and sending out your orders this is already going to be a hefty task. “Ratty can you grab R4 and 8D-8 for me?”

As the crew gathered, you brace on the counter, “Ok friends I need your help.”

“I am not a cooking droid,” 8D-8 tilted his head as the others beeped and whistled, “I do not believe I will be of much help to you Mistress Kaylee.”

“You are just the droid I need Dee.” Motioning for him to follow, you both walk towards the storage area. “I need you to find these items and then help me clean and set up. Dee you've been at this Palace since the Hutt was still ruling, you know where to find everything. I know I can count on you.”

“Flattery is wasted on me.”

"Maybe but I find positive reinforcement is a better motivator than threats of dismemberment." Rolling your eyes at the droid you sighed, "Everyone adapts to change Dee, it's how we survive."

"I can not argue that observation." The droid whirred a few times and sighed. “This is not what I was designed for Mistress Kaylee, but I shall endeavor to comply.”

With a sardonic nod you left the droid to attend other matters. There was prep work to be done and a banquet to plan. Through the afternoon and into the evening it was like directing an orchestra. Ratty and R4 bringing you the produce and meat to prep while you set the mods to dressing up the throne room with 8D-8. Large table set over the grate raised a few disgruntled growls from the enclosure below. Skad came in after patrol bearing the gowns that Garsa gifted you, placing them in your office for the time being. The rascal also tried to pilfer from the trays earning the end of your spoon for it. Taking a brief glance you saw that Garsa had sent several in colors that you loved but also quite a few in green, clever woman.

It wasn't till well past midnight that you finally stepped away from the kitchen to take a break on the terrace. Gazing at the stars above you sipped at your whiskey. The burning as the alcohol slipped down your throat did little to ease the ache, never did. Glancing out at the great dune sea and the moons above your mind drifted.

The imperial officers had been charming at first, flirting like any other guests on the ship would. You remained professional even becoming stern when they didn't take the hint. Then they had decided to take what they wanted. Sadistically laughing as they beat you, the brutality as they ripped your clothing.

You had been lucky, they didn't get far, Papa had rushed in when you screamed. Killing two of the men for daring to lay a hand on you, cleaving a hand from another. Papa told you he loved you, then shoved you through the kitchen door and told you to hide. You'd stayed in the engine room for a day and a night with the other refugees, until the head steward had come to find you.

The Empire didn't care about the circumstances, any sign of defiance was dealt with the same. Papa should have had a trial, he should have had a lawyer, things that supposedly all free citizens of the Empire were entitled to. Instead he was summarily found guilty. The Empire executed him in front of the whole ship as an example.

It was why you came to this place, far away from the Empire. Hoping to bury your past and start over new. For a while it had worked, running your little diner near the city center. Then Jabba had died and that kark Fortuna took over. The drought years, the round ups, the mayor. It was a simple decision really to help hide the kids, it was the right thing to do. It's what Papa would have done. Even when everything came crashing down and you had to rebuild again you kept doing what you could. Tattooine was your home, these were your people and by the stars someone had to help them. You weren't a warrior, but you could use the skills you did have.

As you readied breakfast at dawn you took another appraising look at the gowns your friend had sent, finding one that you felt would be suitable. The green and gold shimmer silk would drape nicely while allowing for needed movement. The sari wrap would help cover anything missed by the rest of the dress. You hoped that you could shine up like a new credit or at least look presentable. There was still hours of cooking ahead, but you would do your utmost to represent the Palace well, even if the guests didn't deserve the hospitality.

You would do it for the people of Tatooine and for their new protector.

Some days you couldn't help falling into despair, thinking that perhaps you were a jinx. Sometimes you couldn't sleep. Then the next day you would pick yourself up and do what you must. Celsus Manu had raised you better, he raised a strong granddaughter and you would not disappoint him. Taking a deep breath you sent the message to Fennec confirming your choice. “Alright 'Kay, into the Nexu's den once more...”

Mando'a translations:

Mesh'la- beautiful

Cyar'ika- sweetheart

Ash'tuur mesh'la -Someday beautiful

Tags: @pickleprickle @acatalystrising @daimyosprincess @the-rain-on-kamino @kimiheartblade

[fundiepredictions]

Reviewing my 2023 predictions

Bold means that it came true. crossed out means I was wrong. Overal I wasn't right with many predictions. I hope my 2024 predictions will be better

Duggar

Anna - We will only see her in the video's of Joy/Jed

Jana - Pulls a Sarah Maxwell and suddenly get's married

John&Abbie - keep a low profil, we will see them in the video's

Jill&Derick - keeps us up to date, the older boys will go to school in september

Jessa&Ben - announce #5, another girl

Jinger&Jeremy - announce #3, another girl

Joseph&Kendra - their 5th will be born, a girl, we will be working crazy to find the proof

Josiah&Lauren - will be seen in the video's, Lauren will have a big belly

Joy&Austin - Joy will stop with the video's for a while after the baby's been born, until she visits Carlin again

Jedidiah&Katey - Will keep giving us something to discus with their video's, they will have a girl

Jeremiah&Hannah - will announce #2

Jason - announces courtship, engagement and get's married

James - announces courtship

Justin&Claire - announce #1, a boy

Jackson - starts his own IG

Johannah - announces courtship and her own IG

Bates

Zach&Whitney - announce #5, a girl

Michaella&Brandon - They will move and have a dog

Erin&Chad - Will do surprisingly well in Florida

Lawson&Tiffany - announce #1, a boy

Nathan&Esther - announce #2, a girl

Alyssa&John - John will go into politics after they have #5

Tori&Bobby - announce #5, a boy

Trace&Lydia - announce #1, a boy

Carlin&Evan - They will finaly find answers to Carlin's health issue's, Evan goes professional with his editingskills

Josie&Kelton - announce #3, another girl

Katie&Travis - they will drive us crazy with adds for baby products once Hailey is born

Jackson - We will suspect his relationship is over, he never confirms it

Warden - travels all over the place

Isaiah - stays quiet

Wissmann

Rachel&Alan - announce birth of #4

Ruth&Ryan - goes back to her usual content after a month (no cute baby girl pics anymore)

Josiah&Abi - announce #5

Bethany&Dan - announce #6

Andrew&Kori - announce #3

Elizabeth - get's married in a bliss

Matthias&Michelle - announce birth #3

Stephen - get's engaged and married

Hannah&Jeremiah - will announce #2

Susanna - stays off the radar

Alathia - goes big with her cooking IG

Nathanael&Katrina - announce #1

Maxwell

Nathan&Melanie - they will move away from Steve too

Chris&AnnaMarie - Anna starts her own writing blog

Sarah&Kory - announce birth #1, a boy

Joseph&Elissa - announce birth #4, a boy

John&Chelsy - announce #4, a girl

Anna - finds a boyfriend herself

Jesse&AnnaPatrice - announce #1, a girl

Mary&Samuel - get married and announce #1

Keller

Esther&John - ship their two eldest to her/his parents to get married off

Priscilla&David - announce #7, another girl

Anna - We will only see her in the video's of Joy/Jed

Nathan&Nurie - announce #3, a girl

David&Hannah - stay quiet

Bontrager

Marlin&Becky - family band will stop after marriage of Lincoln and Elizabeth

Chelsy&John - announce #4, a girl

Mitchell&Bryn - announce #4, a boy

Allison&Jeremiah - nothing really happens

Lincoln - announces engagement, get's married, spouse will be sibling of spouse Elizabeth

Elizabeth - announces engagement, get's married, spouse will be sibling of spouse Lincoln

Rodrigues

Jill&David - Jill will be very openly against Timothy's marriage, goes on menhunt for Renee

Nurie&Nathan - announce #3, a girl

Timothy - marry's his rumored girlfriend

Kaylee&Jonathan - have a girl, goes Winnie the Pooh style every day

Renee - finds a husband Jill didn't find but does adore

Phillip - distances himself from his parents, Jill won't notice

Samuel - Way more weird video's of him to come

Others

Rogers - announce #13

Ballinger - Nothing happens

Young - announce #5, a boy

Etbauer - announce #3, a girl

[cheese-anon-real]

New Year's Cheese

2023 has been one wild ride of a year for me Writer content in the latter half of this, below the cut!! do be warned! So. In 2023 I went from Cheese the Anon Asker to Cheese-Anon-Real. I’ve formed what I like to consider my little family, with the Sparda Boys and my fellow anons! Gods below I am so grateful for all of you, you made the last like, 3-4 months of the year so much better. Got sent to Space Jail twice, broke out twice with help Found Kaz again!!! Already touched on the family, but just Met Dante, Nero, and Vergil, absolutely love them to bits(Please be alive over there, Vergil, and not split in 2. Urizen’s cool and all but good god I wanted to shadow your devil hunting so bad when I got free) and Griffon I miss you come back you dumbass ball of feathers where’d you GO- Azuree may not be an anon but gods below, do I love them!! They’re such a sweetie like wth Joker, Fresa, Queen and her daughter Kaylee, and Candy have won my hearts, as my funny little family. You’re all being adopted by me now, face your future hell with me. UwU or smth idfk Am I an UwU-ass bitch or an OwO-ass bitch? Partner says it depends lolol. On what? Who knows. I love them so much too, they’re my world. I’ve had a lot of fun meeting you all, and I hope to hell and back that we keep up these silly little interactions over the next year. I know it hasn’t been perfect, but here’s to a good ‘24 for us all! Thank you for literally existing. I hope the other anons join the official family soon. Happy New Year, @pizzalover8969, @thebestsonofsparda, @thebluerose, @the-thunder-chicken, @azureedoodles, @anonjoker, @bizcochodefresa, @anonymousqueenofrandom, @princessanonofrandom, @therealcandyanon, and finally, @reece-piece-puff

sorry if the @'s is a bad move or I like, piss some of you off with it ;;

Love, Cheese(Roseanna)

P.S. I promise I'll get on writing my lore soon, I just haven't had much time :')

Reminder; Writer Content is Below The Cut. Beware!!!

2023 was even wilder for me than it was for Cheese lmfao.

I finally got into DMC this year, after being drawn in by Gura and the OST in summer of ‘21. On a family vacation, at that! Finally played 5, beat it, beat it again as Vergil. Played 3, beat it with some help from my partner. Started a Vergil run of 3, and started 1, never finished either, because life kinda got crazy Started playing C.O.D??? Somehow?? Never thought I’d play a C.O.D. game but here I am and I like the campaign for the MW2 remake, I suck ass at it but that’s a me problem lmao Got into therapy, finally, actually working on my problems now and really happy about it Went through several Vtuber avatar designs, finally settled on one I like and I’m almost done with it!!! Just gotta struggle through the hair, hand toggles, and the face! Wow!! Went through endless self-discovery, thought I might be trans(I am in fact not trans, I am Fluid! As far as I know. Still working on that. And other things, but one step at a time!! FINALLY reunited with my two best friends. In person. In another state. One of em, I've known since we were 11 and they moved away when we were 13. I had never hung out with them outside of school, and they introduced me to my other best friend, who came up to my state to meet me in late spring of ‘21, hadn’t seen them since. That friend actually paid for the trip themself, because I went through a god-awful breakdown for a solid 2 weeks and tried to. Isolate myself from everyone I love. But thankfully they talked me out of it and got me back into the group, got me going again when I was at probably my second lowest point since I was a preteen. Got oddly close with another friend while I was there, met the majority of my friend group, and now that friend I got close with is EASILY my third best friend! Not third-best, they are also a best friend and I love them so much?? We hyperfixate on like, all the same things. Dragged them into loving Ghost(band) and they’re dragging me into Scott Pilgrim! Woohoo, here we go! Left my friend group like a month ago because one of them is uh. Not. the best? But only sometimes. They don’t have bad intentions and they’re not outright toxic I don’t think, but I uh. Got kinda sick of their sense of humor. Not always funny, kinda mean to a certain other member. Not always though. But like we can work on it when I go back its fiiiiiiine! Learned communication to a degree, holy shit I hate talking about my problems, oh my god please I don’t need help I’m just a burden anyway(I’m working on it, don’t come at me with support I’ll get there with my family and friends eventually. Not attention-seeking here, I’m building my support group as I go.) Had 13 house emergencies!!!! Will list them! Woo! 1 - water heater leak 2 - gas leak 3 - roof leak again(we had a roof leak in ‘22) 4 - house flood 2 electric boogaloo(house flooded like a week after my partner moved in, in ‘22, before I arrived) 5 - flood 3 6 - roof leak 3 7 - roof leak 4 8 - heater died 9 - bathroom door handle fell off the door for literally no reason 10 - house flood 4 11 - roof leak 5 12 - house flood 5 House Flood 5 caused us to get renovations in the organized housing, and after that, they just straight up moved us to a new house. We had 8 fffffffucking days to get the hell out of our house and into the new one. Like, they actually put the time constraint on us. So funny of them! AND THEN THE NEW ONE DIDN’T HAVE SHUT-OFF VALVES FOR EITHER OF THE HOSE SPIGOTS AND WE HAD TO GET THAT HANDLED BUT THEY DIDN’T HANDLE IT. HELP. BROTHER WE ARE TRYING TO FOLLOW THE RULES. WHY ARE YOU FORBIDDING US. so. 13 - no shut off-valves(technically an ‘emergency’ bc the pipes could freeze and then burst) Got summoned for Jury Duty in my parents’ state! IN THE TIME WHERE WE WEREN’T CERTAIN WHEN THE CONTRACTORS WERE COMING. OR IF WE WOULD BE IN THE SAME HOUSE NEXT WEEK. JESUS CHRIST. But, did also get to go on another family vacation. We got to watch the Perseids! I saw a possum there. Literally loved that so much.

Also got SUUUUPER into Ghost(band) in the last like 3 weeks and I'm head over heels for 99% of their songs that I've listened to?? Hell yeah.

It’s been an intense year of ups and downs, but I’m really determined to turn my life around for the better, now. I’m gonna put my all into actually improving my health, both physical and mental/emotional. I didn’t want that to be like, a new year resolution, it just kinda lined up with the new year.

[thatfanfictiongirl76]

Arrow Rec-- Argus Era Year Three

Year 3 of the island was honestly my favorite year. I just fell in love with Secret Agent Oliver, and was surprised by how few fics there are that are set during that time. But I did manage to find a few, so here is a rec of my favorites.

Mix Tape: Side A

By: KayleeThePete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2681957

Summary: Felicity ends up making a few less than clean hacks after Cooper’s supposed death and ends up being coerced into working for ARGUS, and Amanda Waller has the perfect partner for her…

My Comments: This fic is set during year three of the island, where Felicity is there for Hong Kong and she’s paired up with Oliver working for ARGUS. I have to say that I fell in love with this fic. Year three was always my favorite part of the island. And I love secret agent Oliver as well. Even though there are only five chapters (6th is an author’s note) this fic is to die for. Kaylee is doing a rewrite of this fic, of which there is only one chapter of, but even so I’ll link it down below. Also for the word count, I subtracted the author’s note from the one AO3 has, so that’s why it’s different. Also Kaylee has both the original and repeat posted on ff.net, so I’ll link those down below

Status: Incomplete

Last Update (Rewrite): 2/2/20 

Length (Original): 22,986 words

Rewrite: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22532464

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10854075/1/Mixed-Tape-Side-A-see-AN

Ff.net Rewrite: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13491817/1/Mixed-Tape-Side-A

Before the World Wakes   

By: ForeverFelicityQueen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4799705

Summary: Tommy Merlyn doesn't believe Oliver Queen is dead, despite his best friend having gone missing over two years ago. He needs proof, one way or another; so when he encounters Felicity Smoak, the witty computer genius, the pair criss-cross the globe on a mission to discover the truth about what happened when the Queen's Gambit went down.

My Comments: This is a good fic! I love the romance between Oliver and Felicity and Felicity and Tommy. The ending is okay, but I get that the Author was setting up the next fic in the series. I highly recommend this one, it’s sure to keep you on the edge of your seat.

Status: Complete

Length: 159,254 words

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/649364

Sequel:

In the Wake of Yesterday -- http://archiveofourown.org/works/11106885  

Wake the Storm -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/19084342

The Knight of Swords and the Queen of Cups

By: Sec982

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32152738

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmark on their wrist, Felicity Smoak chooses to ignore her own. She's too busy starting her career and explaining to her mother that she doesn't want to read Tarot cards like her grandmother did. Then one night, while working late, she draws the Knight of Swords, a card of impulsive action. She takes it as clear evidence that the tarot cards do not work. She dismisses it and takes a memo up to the CEO's office, where her own knight of swords comes crashing into her life in an irreversible way.

My Comments: I absolutely love this fic. It definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat! I love anything with soulmates, so combining that with Olicity and year three of the island was just a dream come true. I definitely recommend giving this one a read. There is a sequel that goes into year 4 that is amazing as well. I will link that down below.

Status: Complete

Length: 63,738 words

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2804680

Sequel: Saving the Knight of Swords -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/37639039

Tomorrow Will Be Different

By: Schrijverr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56013616

Summary: Instead of managing to meet up later, Oliver has to keep running with Akio. The only way to keep them safe is to go public with Oliver being alive, leaving him back home in charge of Akio, while Tatsu and Maseo are still in the wind. Oliver has to get used to being back home where he doesn’t fit anymore, while also taking care of a child and getting caught up in a larger conspiracy that keeps the existence of the Alpha-Omega virus secret. In the meantime, his primary mission is to reunite Akio with his parents, something that isn’t the easiest when being back from the dead and in the spotlight.

My Comments: This is an ongoing fic that I absolutely love. I loved the bond between Akio and Oliver, and seeing it build and play out is just wonderful. I also love Oliver trying to adapt to life back home after everything he’s been through. The author updates this fic fairly regularly so be sure to keep an eye on it.

Status: Complete

Length: 69,221 words