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writing-until-i-drop · 3 months ago

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What's In A Name? Chapter Four

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: If Meg was more of a religious person, she would have sworn she felt Jeb’s strength helping them pull Tyler to safety at just the right moment.

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It had been a good night until everything went to shit. Tyler had been trying to get Kate to open up and she had turned the tables on him, getting Tyler to spill the details of his first tornado. Meg had felt a second of uneasiness when Tyler had asked Kate about her first tornado, something that he had said he only asked pretty girls, but the second the wheels in her head started spinning, Tyler’s hand had fallen on her thigh. Even with his attention on Kate, Meg felt connected to him, butterflies in her stomach taking flight.

Then the tornado decided to ruin the moment. Meg had a bone to pick with Mother Nature but first, she needed to survive. Tyler had a death grip on her hand and she was pulling Kate along, when they got to the motel lobby, she was livid.

“Nine times out of ten, it’s a false alarm,” The snobby girl in the chair announced like she knew everything.

“Are you willing to bet your life on it?” She shouted, “Because there’s a tornado coming and we need to get underground. Now!” The siren stopped and while the woman felt vindicated, Meg’s stomach dropped, knowing that it only meant the storm was close. Too close.

“Come on,” Kate shouted.

“Follow her,” Tyler ordered, guiding the mom and daughter out of the door. “Run, Meg,” She hesitated, not wanting to leave his side. “Please, darlin’, run.” And she did, taking off, helping the mom and daughter across the road to the pool. She and Kate helped them into the pool, Meg pushed Kate down next,

“Tyler!” She shouted, urging him to run faster, watching the winds take away the truck the couple from the lobby had climbed in.

“Get in the pool!” He shouted back, “Now, Meg!” Not wanting to lose sight of him but also not wanting to roll the dice against Mother Nature, Meg quickly descended the ladder. Kate was waiting for her, steadying her on her feet.

“Help the kid, Kate,” She pushed her friend towards the pipes. “Tyler!” Meg shouted for him again, getting a second of relief when he jumped down beside her.

“Stop worrying about me, darlin’, go,” He pushed her towards the pipes like she had to Kate. Meg rushed to the pipes, looping her arms around them and squatting as low as she could go beside Kate. She couldn’t breathe watching Tyler crawl across the bottom of the pool to get to the motel manager,

“Please come back, please come back.” Meg chanted, feeling Kate cry against her. “Please come back to me.” She screamed, seeing the horse trailer fly towards Tyler, leaning out as far as she could go without releasing her hold on the pipe, she screamed for Tyler to take her hand. Kate leaned out too, grabbing his wrist when Meg took his hand, the two girls pulled with all their might.

“You’re not going to lose him like I did,” Kate grunted and Meg wanted to cry. Jeb. If Meg was more of a religious person, she would have sworn she felt Jeb’s strength helping them pull Tyler to safety at just the right moment. Tyler wrapped his arms around them both, shielding them from the storm with his body but nothing could stop the sound of the tornado bearing down on them.

In Meg’s mind, she was back in the tornado from five years ago. She heard Parveen’s scream as he was swept away, she could see her friends ahead of her. And then her foot caught on something, sending her to the ground. There was no way that she could make it to the underpass, she knew it.

There was only one option and that was to dig her fingers into the dirt as far as they would go. The winds howled around her, screaming like a freight train. She could feel it as each of her fingers broke, her screams of pain lost in the wind as the tornado passed over her. Meg heard it when Addy and Jeb were swept away, and, and-

“Meg, Meggy, Margaret!” Kate’s shouting snapped her out of it, bringing her back to reality. Meg launched herself at her friend, hugging her tight.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much and I’m never lettin’ your stubborn ass go.” Kate hugged her back just as tight.

“I love you too, Mud Bug. So much,” Kate pulled back, brushing the hair out of Meg’s blue eyes. “But I’m going to need you to hug Tyler right now. Man looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.” Tyler. She whirled around and there he was, standing with his arms loose at his sides, tears in his eyes.

“Ty,” Meg threw herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around his torso like a koala bear.

“You’re okay,” He buried his face in her neck, one hand supporting her by her thigh, the other carding its way through her tangled hair. “You’re alive.”

“You scared me so bad,” She whispered, tears flowing freely. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, you understand me?” Meg pulled back with a fierce look in her eye, daring Tyler to rationalize the situation but he didn’t. He just pressed his forehead against hers, whispering in a raspy voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yes, ma’am.”

They separated, climbing out of the pool. Lily and Ben met them at the top, doting over the trio like mother hens.

“No more rodeo for you, Doc,” Lily hugged her tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay, you too, Ben,” Meg hugged the reporter who didn’t hesitate to return the gesture.

“Seems like you’re a Wrangler now, Mud Bug,” Kate whispered, kissing Meg’s temple. “I’m happy for you.”

“I’m whatever you are, Katie my Lady, always.”

“Traumatized?” She sassed with a humorless laugh,

“Yeah, that too.” Meg felt Tyler behind her, his hand coming to rest on her hip, the warmth of his skin bleeding through her soaking clothes. Javi started yelling for Kate and Meg but Meg didn’t move from the Wrangles. Dani ran at her through the debris to sweep her into an air-stealing hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Doc.”

“Thought I was goin’ to die again,” Meg’s breath shuddered, mind slipping again. Her fingers and wrist were on fire, burning with a pain she knew was completely in her mind but she couldn’t shake it. Not until Dani let her go and she inspected them for herself.

Meg flexed her fingers, they were all at an acceptable angle and the right color. Definitely not broken. Next, she checked her wrist, poking at it, looking for any sign of swelling or tenderness but there was none to be found.

“That one enough to scare you, Oklahoma?” Tyler’s tease fell flat, he turned her around by the waist so that they were face to face. Tyler was scared, Meg could see it in his green eyes and the way his bottom lip trembled, and besides the memories of the EF-5 haunting her, she could honestly say she wasn’t.

“Not scared of the tornado, Arkansas.” Meg shook her head. “Terrified of dyin’ or losin’ someone I cared about?” She felt so incredibly small and weak, like a child as she shook from her cold clothes. “Maybe a little.” She suddenly realized who wasn’t by her side anymore and felt dread constrict her head, mind going fuzzy. “Where’s Kate?” Tyler’s face softened, he turned her by the hips again and when Kate came into view she relaxed.

“Kate’s fine, she’s talking to Javi over there, see?” She did see and it was almost enough to make her smile. That is until she heard what Javi was yelling.

“I don’t know what it’s like, Kate? How about my friends died because you were chasing grant money for your stupid science project?”

“What the fuck did he just say?” Tyler sounded as angry as Meg felt. Kate ran off towards the decimated motel, Javi calling after her. Meg let out what could only be described as a growl as she took off across the lot to confront an old friend, wanting to wring his neck with her bare hands.

“Javier Ernesto Rivera, what the hell did you just say to her?” Javi had the good sense to look ashamed and the even better sense to put his hands up in defense before Meg started swinging on him.

“I’m sorry, Meg! I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

“I don’t care how you meant it, you bastard! How could you say that to her?” Tyler was at her back, Meg could feel his presence, but he seemed content letting her fight this battle on her own.

“It’s just, we never would have been in the field that day if it weren’t for Kate. There, I said it.” Meg saw red, red hot rage flowing through her.

“How fucking dare you put that on her!” She kicked his shin, “She wasn’t the only one pushing for that storm so if you’re calling her a murderer then call me one too.”

Javi’s face fell and so did his hands, letting Meg get a good slap in.

“You didn’t hear Addy, Jeb, and Parveen scream for their lives. You didn’t get your leg sliced open by debris,” She shoved his chest with each sentence. “You didn’t break all ten of your fingers and your wrist holding on for your life with a Goddamn EF-5 trying to kill you.” She swung with a closed fist but Tyler was quick, grabbing her arms and pinning them to her sides. “You lost your friends but you didn’t fucking watch them die. You have no right,” Meg suddenly hit a wall, losing all her steam. Her angry shouts turned into heart-wrenching sobs. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” She kept repeating the words.

“I’m sorry, Meg.” She barely heard Javi’s words over her own crying and didn’t bother to look up at him. Tyler caught her when her knees gave out, holding Meg tightly to his chest.

“How could he?” Meg sobbed, digging her fingers into his torn shirt. “T-Ty?”

“I’m here, darlin’,” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m right here with you, what do you need?”

“Get me outta here.” Tyler didn’t need to be told twice. He swept her into his arms, hustling through the debris until he got to the camper. Boone and Dexter had already begun setting up relief outside, shooting Meg worried glances that she responded to with watery smiles.

“Let’s get you into something warm, Oklahoma.” He put her down on the small couch inside and she watched him dig through everyone’s bags before offering her a bundle of clothes. There wasn’t a bathroom in the camper so he turned his back while she quickly changed into what seemed to be his boxers, Dani’s sweats, and one of Boone’s flannels.

“You should change too, Ty, I’ll, um, cover my eyes.” Not long later, Tyler was sitting on the couch beside her, bringing her onto his lap in a hug. “I need to go after Kate.” Meg muttered into his shoulder, I don’t want her blamin’ herself.”

“We’ll go first thing in the morning but darlin’, you need to sleep.” Meg wanted to argue but she knew he was right, exhaustion rolling over her as she had just pulled a 12-hour shift on the ambulance.

“I don’t wanna be alone right now, Ty.” Meg looked up at him, knowing her eyes were red and there was most definitely mud staining her cheeks, making her look like the creature from the lagoon, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care when Tyler was looking at her like she hung the moon and the stars in the sky. “Stay with me?”

“For as long as you want me to,” Those words hung heavy in the air for a long minute before he cleared his throat. “We can sleep in the bed up top, come on.”

Tyler helped her up the ladder and waited for her to get settled in the mismatched mess of blankets and top sheets before joining. When Tyler climbed beneath the sheets, resting comfortably on his back, Meg curled into his side, resting her head on his chest. Neither of them said a word and Meg was glad, knowing if she said another word, she’d probably start crying again.

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thedailydescent · 2 months ago

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Ideas for Claudia fics I'd like to see:

-Claudia killing the beggar girl from her diary, which I mentioned here. In the fic, Claudia considers turning her instead, because she sees herself in the girl, of the human future she'd have had if she'd lived. Instead, she kills her, because unlike her, who was ready to die, yet forced into immortality instead, this girl won't have that choice taken from her.

-Claudia's identity crisis throughout her serial-killing spree, which I also mentioned in the link above.

-Claudia missing her human friends which she alluded to in Season 1. Wonders why she can't visit them anymore. Loustat try to explain that she'd basically just end up killing them. It either goes well or it doesn't, depending on how you look it.

-Claudia kills her abusive uncle. Lestat doesn't react well to Claudia talking about her abuse, foreshadowing how he will react to her and Bruce.

-Claudia wants to attend night school

-Claudia draws Madeleine

-Claudia reads Mary Terrell

-Claudia sees her first motion picture. Becomes a movie buff.

-Claudia reads female detective novels and starts imitating them- by following Lestat and Louis around and taking notes. Eventually it becomes a habit.

-Claudia learns from Lestat how to mind-control animals. It's why the goat in 1x06 was so calm in her arms, but the horses in 1x04 weren't.

-Claudia wants to find her human dad. There's a big argument about it, and Claudia says something like, "You've been saying from the beginning that you're my parents, but you're not my parents. I already had a father and mother. And what if my dad's still alive?" Headcanon: Claudia's parents were very young when they had Claudia. Her dad was extremely smart like Claudia was. Inherited his ability to pick up languages quickly, his love of traveling, and his need for truth.

-I noticed on my 1x04 rewatch that after Claudia chucks out her baby dresses, in the next scene, they are mostly just replaced with more baby dresses, including the blue dress she tossed on the floor first. A sad fic on her reaction to coming home with a flapper dress from her latest kill and discovering that :(

-Claudia carrying a book of Romanian folklore around Europe like one carries a comfort blanket.

-Claudia and her aunt's dynamic. We know it was bad, but what did she teach her specifically about life? Also, just another side headcanon: Girls back then usually started pinning their hair up around 17. Her aunt was going to teach her but never did, hence why it stayed down for so long in Season 1. Claudia eventually learns to do it herself.

-Claudeleine lives, but it's not perfect. There were some unspoken issues that were never really addressed in Season 2.

-Claudia/Madeleine/Louis family mind group chat

#claudia #spark in the dark #vampterview #iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv fic #also if any of these DO exist pls let me know!

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ramsayxme · 1 year ago

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / AO3 Link

TW: emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. period sex, knives, cutting, rape, forced oral sex, forced anal sex, manipulation, ramsay bolton things. ramsay goes a little feral in this chapter.

Chapter Four: A Losing Game

You weren’t sure how many days had passed, but you knew Ramsay had lied. He didn’t come see you the next day, or the day after that. You were served cold soup and bread three times a day, sometimes only twice. Servants came in to give you more firewood, which was the only comfort you had. You desperately needed a bath and you wouldn’t dare submerge yourself in the stale water from days ago. You were fighting the cold off enough as it was, you didn’t need any additional threats.

You started your menstrual cycle this morning and your sheets needed to be changed. You wrapped a blanket around yourself as you walked to the door, pounding on the large wooden slabs. “Please, can someone help me? I need my sheets changed.” You felt humiliated having to ask for this. You were met with nothing but silence on the other side of the door. Feeling defeated, you walked back to your bed and sat down on the soiled linens. You almost felt hurt that Ramsay hadn’t come to see you. Had he forgotten you? You didn’t want him to forget about you. It felt wrong to admit it, but you liked the idea of him thinking about coming back from a hunt to be with you.

Your mind drifted off, imagining Ramsay dismounting his horse in the stables with his brain swimming full of ideas of what to do to you. Your thoughts were interrupted by the door clamoring as it swung open and a very disheveled looking Ramsay stepped inside before slamming the door shut and locking it. He wore filthy leather, caked with mud and blood. There were scratch marks and chunks missing from his leather outer coat. His trousers were stained with blood and his hair was messy. His hands were dirty, his fingernails darkened. “Hellooo, my lady.” His voice was still pleasant, almost a sing-song tone.

“Ramsay! You’re back.” You realized you sounded almost excited. He walked over to you with arms stretched out. You stood up and quickly embraced him, he stunk of iron, dirt, and sweat. You flushed red in the face realizing that not only were you being so obvious with your lust for him, but knowing that he would now see your soiled sheets. His strong arms embraced you tightly as he sighed. “It’s nice to know someone missed me.” He whispered. He pulled back from the embrace. “Ah, I see your red flower has blossomed this month.” He nodded at the sheets. You felt your cheeks turned rosy.

“Yes, My Lord, I asked for new sheets but…” your voice trailed off. Ramsay led you to the bed by your hand. He motioned for you to sit down on the bed. “I have servants bringing you fresh sheets, fresh clothes, and fresh water for a warm bath. I had a feeling you were neglected while I was gone. Nobody will treat you as well as I do, dear girl.” He smiled as he began unlacing his filthy clothes. “I need a bath as well, perhaps we can share the bath after I’m through with you.” He didn’t look at you while he finished undressing. You suddenly felt your heart race in your throat. You felt very ashamed of your cycle and didn’t ever let anyone near you during it. The mere thought of Ramsay even seeing you bleed was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole for the rest of your life.

“But, My Lord, I can’t…” you searched for the words to say. “I can’t…” Ramsay chuckled as the last bits of his clothing fell to the floor and he set his knives on the table, except for one that he kept in his hand. “What, you think a little blood is going to scare me away? Have you forgotten what I do for fun?” He chuckled, walking confidently over to you. His body was pale and naked, and rather dirty. He sat down on the bed, and you pulled your knees to your side, attempting to shield yourself from him. You did not want to do this, not like this. Ramsay grinned at you, his dark hair was still somehow perfect even though it was messy.

He placed the knife on the bed and then his hands on your legs and brought them back towards him, opening them so he sat in between your legs. You pressed your clothing down between your legs, covering yourself. “My Lord, I’m embarrassed, I don’t want you to see me like this…” you couldn’t look at Ramsay. His head cocked to the side. “If I want to see you, I’ll see you. It’s not up to you, and it never will be.” He stated, yanking your dress up to reveal your naked lower half. The inside of your thighs were bloody and slick. Ramsay stared as he gently ran his index finger across the blood. You hid your face in your hands. This was nearly unbearable. You felt utterly humiliated. You had never envisioned this.

“Why are you hiding from me?” Ramsay whispered, his hand still tracing up and down your blood covered thighs. You muttered from inside your hands, “I don’t want this. Please. Not like this.” Ramsay leaned forward, kissing your hands on your face. “I do want this, though.” He forcefully grabbed your hips and yanked you down so you were lying flat on the bed. He pulled your legs on either side of him so he was kneeling in between your legs. “I’ll tie your hands behind your head if you can’t keep them down.” He threatened. You whimpered as you brought your hands to your sides. Ramsay tore your dress in half instead of pulling it over your head. His hands quickly found your body, harshly kneading your bare skin on your stomach and chest.

He picked up the knife and effortlessly nicked your collarbone with the sharp blade. It stung and you felt warm blood trickle down your chest. “See? I don’t mind blood.” Ramsay leaned down and licked the blood that had freshly poured from your wound. He licked it up to the cut, and sucked on the open skin. You whined in an argument as he brought the knife to your throat. “Ramsay, please stop, I-“ he interrupted you. “Do you want to argue? There’s a game I have called the losing game. We can play it if you like! The rules are simple…you argue with me, and I get what I want. I always win! It’s quite fun...”

He rested the blade on your neck. You didn’t answer him, swallowing your rebuttals. Ramsay went back to your wound and licked it once more before dragging his lips down your chest. He removed the knife from your neckline and dragged it down, the tip of the blade barely pressed against your skin. He dragged the blade to your belly button and then set the knife aside. Ramsay lifted and spread your thighs, fully exposing yourself to him. You felt your eyes fill with tears as he stared between your open legs. You truly had never felt more humiliated. You began to blink your tears down your cheeks.

Ramsay noticed your tears and stuck his bottom lip out. "Poor girl. You're quite shy, aren't you?" A cry escaped your lips as he quickly plunged two fingers into your bloody slit. You wanted to cover your face, but you definitely didn't want to be tied up like this. You gripped the bedding. You admit, you did enjoy the feeling of his fingers sinking into your extra sensitive core, but you were too distracted with the burning of your cheeks to pay much attention to the feeling. Ramsay slid his fingers in and out of you a few times before pulling them out and showing them to you.

They were slick with blood and perhaps a small amount of arousal, it was impossible to tell. He grinned wildly as he admired his fingers, his eyes wide as he wiggled them towards you. In an instant, the hand that was just inside you was tightened around your neck. You gasped as Ramsay quickly choked you. The blood from your neck wound mixed with his bloody fingers. Ramsay chuckled as he mortified you. He reached down with his other hand and plunged two fingers into you, watching you squirm and writhe under his chokehold.

"It feels good, doesn't it? You know, your humiliation just turns me on even more, my dear." He growled, his fingers curling inside you and instantly making your cheeks flush. Your tears kept rolling down your temples as you lie in the bed. Ramsay leaned forward and licked one of the tears, humming with pleasure. "I like tasting every bit of you." He whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled to the side, an attempt to avoid him. He pulled his fingers out of you and raised them to your face. "Every. Bit." He grinned wickedly as you watched him put the two fingers in his mouth. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut, your face bubbling with discomfort.

Ramsay was clearly loving this. He watched you squirm with a smile on his face. You trembled and began to cry harder as you watched him suck the blood from his fingers. He groaned with pleasure as you struggled underneath him. "You make such pretty sounds when you're miserable, do you know that?" He asked you as he plunged his fingers back inside you. You whined, your body was in combat between arousal and shame. There was something dark and possessive in his eyes as his stare burned through you.

He pulled his fingers out and immediately began rubbing his hand on his cock. His teeth were grinding tightly as his eyes widened, his beaming face telling you everything you needed to know. Ramsay was downright enthusiastic about getting to fuck you while your cunt was bloody. He lined up the head of his cock and placed it between your folds. Before he pushed his length inside you, he exhaled. "I am going to enjoy this."

Forcefully, his cock plunged into your soaking cunt. Not only were you slick with blood, but you were regrettably quite aroused. Your sore and swollen insides were being massaged by his cock and you couldn't deny that it felt amazing. You mewled as he began pumping in and out, his eyes glued to his cock. His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw hung slack, something you hadn't seen before. Ramsay was enjoying himself so much that he was being swallowed by pleasure. His eyes shifted up to you, where he met your gaze. His facial expression did not change, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes desperate. He licked his lips softly. You felt your core heat up as a moan escaped his lips as they parted again.

You almost felt proud, knowing that your body was bringing Ramsay so much pleasure that he had let his guard down, allowing his tough exterior to almost melt away from the sensations. Your heart fluttered at the sight of a softened Ramsay. You wondered if perhaps you could be the woman to break him? Before you could indulge in any more thoughts, the familiar smirk broke across his face again. "I'm feeling selfish, love." He groaned. Your stomach quivered when he called you 'love'.

He pulled his cock out, leaving you empty. "Roll over for me." Ramsay commanded, his cock twitching and dripping. You didn't dare disobey, and you rolled to your stomach, feeling blood trickle out of your cunt. Ramsay growled at the sight of the bloody sheets, and just as you adjusted to being on your stomach you felt his cock between your ass cheeks. He grabbed both of your wrists and held them down by your hips as he forced his cock into your ass. You screamed, your body completely unprepared for this. The blood and arousal allowed him to shove inside you, his cock completely stretching your asshole.

You scream and fight, any attempt to get out from underneath him. "Ramsay!! Stop!" He just growls with affection in return, his cock beginning to pump in and out of your virgin asshole. From the groans and grunts coming from behind you, Ramsay is clearly enjoying this. He lets go of your wrists, one hand grabbing the knife next to you, the other hand snaking under your hips and sliding three fingers into your cunt. "Stop, My Lord, please..." You whine. "Say stop again, and you'll wish you hadn't." He groans, the knife pressing into your spine.

With your hands now free, you reach up by your head and grab onto the bedding. You bury your face in the blankets, allowing yourself to fully cry. He pulls his fingers from your cunt and he wipes the blood across your back. Ramsay tosses the knife on the floor as his hands move to work at your ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing. He bucks his hips hard, you feel like your entire backside might rip in half. You hear his breathing get jagged, and his strokes get quicker. One more deep plunge into your ass, and his cock starts leaking cum. He groans as he slowly fucks your hole through his orgasm.

He pulls out, leaving you aching and sore. You immediately roll back over in an attempt to shield yourself from any more penetration. Your lower core is throbbing and leaking. Ramsay is out of breath and covered in beads of sweat. His eyes are soft with orgasmic haze. His forehead dripping with sweat as his curls clung to his skin. He grins at you while your eyes fall to his waist. His cock is bloody, and blood trickles down his legs. He stands up and takes a deep breath. "Well, that was lovely, wasn't it?" He walks over to a pile of spare blankets that were placed in the room at some point during your sexual encounter and wraps one around his waist.

You notice his pale and toned chest glistening with sweat, but you are too broken to feel much about it at this point. Your asshole aches and your cunt continues to bleed. You're covered in blood from the nick on your collarbone and you feel washed up and abused. Apparently while Ramsay was savaging you, the servants had crept in and prepared fresh bath water for you and him. He walked over to the steaming tub, dropped the blanket, and climbed in. He sighed as he sunk into the hot water. "Are you waiting for something, love?" He uttered as he stared at you, still on the bed. "Come join me."

You slid off the bed and meekly sauntered to the bath, aware of the blood dripping on the floor from your naked body. Ramsay smiled as he held a hand out to help you climb into the tub. You stepped in and he helped you sit, placing you between his legs so you could lie back against his chest. You trembled as his arms wrapped around your waist under the water. The hands that were just abusing you were now caressing you as if you were a fragile prize to be won. He held you close and nuzzled into your neck as he pulled you back to rest on his body.

"You're very good to me." Ramsay whispered, peppering a kiss on your ear. You felt anger boil within you. "You're not good to me." You muttered. You felt his chest heave as he exhaled a chuckle. "I'm not? I believe I have saved your life multiple times. I bring you fresh linens. I feed you. I bathe you. I watch over you." his voice lowered as he spat the last words, "I pleasure you." You didn't have the strength to argue with him, you knew it wouldn't change his mind either way. You exhaled, allowing your body to slowly sink into Ramsay's chest. His hands were gently brushing across your body under the surface of the water, cleaning your skin from the blood. The water was quickly darkening from Ramsay's filthy body and yours.

It was alarming how safe you felt in Ramsay's embrace. You were too exhausted to question it, but you still knew it was unnerving. This is the man that hurt you, but yet he cradled you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the seven kingdoms. He was gently rising and falling with his breath as you rested on him, feeling his strong heartbeat pumping through his chest. "You know, love..." He started, his hand came out of the water to move your hair to the side so he could whisper to you. "Perhaps someday I'll marry you and you can give me an heir. Would you like that?" He cooed in your ear softly.

Without thinking, you nodded. Somehow, the idea of being Ramsay's bride settled your stomach. You feared him all the same, but knowing that you could belong to him made you feel... at ease. "Yes, My Lord. That would be wonderful." You were surprised at your own words. Ramsay squeezed you gently. "Good." He whispered, his lips lingering on your ear. Your brain swirled at the idea of him abusing you and then comforting you for the rest of your life, but somehow it seemed better than the alternative; being flayed alive. Perhaps you would grow to enjoy Ramsay's antics. Perhaps Ramsay would calm down once he fell in love and created a baby with you. You smiled at the thought, but deep down knew you were being foolish. Ramsay? Calm down? Never.

Chapter Five

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keis-slut · 5 months ago

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I’m so sorry if this is insane. I’ve been letting these ideas fester for WEEKS bc I’m actually feral for him rn

- i love the idea of the Hero, who risks his life every day to save Hyrule, stopping at a village or stable to help a girl with a silly side quest. He fights beasts many in the game could never dream of taking on, he has the world on his shoulders, but he’s still so kind and helpful. He takes care of people. so here’s my idea: Link completes a side quest for you, some kind of service. maybe he gathers you materials for a meal or tames a horse for you or fixes your wagon. you begin to connect & he opens up to you. when you learn the responsibilities he bears and the challenges he faces every day, you feel enormously indebted to him and want to repay him in some way 😮🤭 i imagine him in this scenario to be really subby, like you want to take care of him the way he takes care of everyone else. you want to put him first and praise him and … and hjgnngng

- Link feeling really horny after taking down an entire monster fortress 🫣

- something with a more ~lore accurate~ Link where he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to because he shows you exactly how he feels in other ways. And what if he’s quiet in bed too and it’s like.. a big deal to get him to moan. so you’re trying really hard to get him to make noise and lose composure

- HE LIKES HIS HAIR TO BE PULLED

OH MY GOD THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD WHAT???? it’s ok i like insane 😋🫰🏻

we love the lore accurate link, choosing to mostly write the last one bc i think it’s so hot for him to be quiet but like not quiet bc you get him to moan LIKE.

a little hint of the first one too bc imma try and make it fun but ANYWAY

i need him it’s bad i need to see this man come UNDONE.

silent|link

CW: ORAL, SLIGHT PRAISE, “GOOD BOY”

after just how much the hero has gone through, you wanted nothing more than to take care of him.

he was never open about what he wanted, and he would never even ask for anything either.

rather, he was such a silent and reserved person, you had to practically beg and pry him for a conversation when he’d return home.

now, this didn’t badly affect your relationship with him, only intrigued you more.

you knew why he was silent, he did tell you, and so you were understanding as well.

and, he showed his love and affection in other ways, like kind gestures or physical touch.

he definitely did talk, just not much.

and again, wanting so badly to return all of his kind gestures,

you gladly had him lay back on his pillow under you, only aiming to make him feel good tonight.

he had his hands petting your hair kindly, silently praising you for taking him so well.

his tip hit the back of your throat as your lips kissed his v-line, using your tongue to cup the underside of his cock in your mouth.

you held him there for a bit, treating him with your muscle as your cheeks sucked around him.

you so badly wanted to see him come undone, especially with just how quiet he was,

just imagine the sight.

and doing so only has you throbbing and clenching around absolutely nothing.

your hands gripped at his hips, your back arched and ass swaying as you whorishly sucked him off.

you did your best to get him to open his mouth, but all he did was buck his hips and clench his eyes shut, breathing heavily as his toned chest would rise and fall.

his head would loll back or to the side occasionally as his body started to twitch, feeling just how warm he was in your mouth.

your eyes wandered up to him, seeing as he cracked one of his open to look down at you.

catching his gaze slightly set him off, feeling him tremble just a bit more.

this made you smirk against him, pulling your mouth off with a slutty, wet pop.

you continued with your hand, your tongue dangling from your lips as some spit had still connected to his flushed tip.

you wanted him to crack, wanted him to lose his heroic composure so badly.

that was your ultimate goal, you needed it.

“cmon, let me hear you…”

you purr, licking the side of his cock as your hand held the base gently.

“link…”

you moaned, moving your body so your back arched further, taking only the tip in your mouth to give a few teasing licks.

“hylia, you’re so pretty…”

you said to him, his legs jerked slightly from underneath you, pressing your chest more into his thighs.

this gave you an idea, as you scoot yourself up and place your cleavage against the base of his cock, sticking your tongue out.

“c’mon, link, be a good boy…”

he was now staring down at you, his face glowing such a deep red, cheeks to the tips of his drooping ears.

his eyebrows furrowed as you took him in your mouth again, traveling your hands to his hips and gripping tightly again to hold him still.

you took him enough until your throat contracted, moaning against his cock.

this definitely brought something new out of link, hearing some kind of low noise in his throat just daring to come out.

you now felt yourself drip, you knew just how wet you were, seeing him like this already pleased you, maybe more than it should.

you began to go faster, and he jerked his hand to grip your hair again, causing you to whine loudly.

he brought his other hand to your head too, now pushing you farther onto him as spit pooled from your lips.

you could tell he was close, and you were close to getting what you wanted.

he started to tremble, his breathing getting caught in his throat, causing a heavy sigh to come through his nose.

your eyes flicker up at him as he never took his off your form.

you could hear him struggling to hold back, slight whining vibrating from his throat.

his hips jerked, and his cock suddenly hit the back of your throat making you gag, to which he then grabbed your head harder, and fucked upwards slightly.

he was trying so badly to get off, and you let him, hoping this would give you what you were waiting for.

his head is thrown back, mouth now hung open as he finally moaned loudly.

his body shook immensely as he let himself go, desperately shifting and grabbing at anything he could on your face.

he finally cried out, cracked whimpers spilling from his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

his body tensed with a loud whine, hand placed on top of your forehead as his head moved down again to look at you, and you felt how warm he was in your mouth.

taking a second to breath, you pull yourself off, him panting heavily as he stared down at you.

you smile up at him mischievously, and his mouth parts carefully.

you could tell he was incredibly embarrassed, but regardless,

“y-you…feel s’good…”,

he breathed.

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kydrogendragon · 4 months ago

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Call of the Night - Day 2 of Sandmanniversary

Words: 3k

Pairing: None (but implied future Dreamling)

Rating: Gen

Ao3 Link Here

When Hob signed up to help man the White Horse, he hadn't really cared about what it was they were doing. All he knew is it was a three month expedition, it paid decently, and they needed an engineer on board in case anything happened to the old girl. Honestly, he'd expected a fishing vessel or maybe some government contract type deal. Once he was aboard and introduced to the crew, however, it became apparent this was a little different.

Loads and loads of gear and boxes were set up in the hull. Constantine, their lead researcher and childhood friend, filled Hob in on the details of their mission. Apparently, they were a team of marine biologists (there were definitely more titles and fields, but they went over Hob's head, so marine biologists it was) studying some rare sightings out in the North Atlantic a good five hundred miles from port.

The journey so far was fine. He'd gotten to reconnect with Jo—who he hadn't thought he'd see again since she'd left for uni in the states. He'd also gotten to get to know the rest of the crew. And The White Horse was quite the beaut. She ran fine and ran smoothly. They probably didn't even need Hob around, which left him with more free time on his hands than he was used to. He's pretty sure he's just a few more "visits" away from Jo wringing his neck.

When he'd returned to his bunk later that week to a small stack of books and pad and paper, he just laughed. To Jo's credit, she at least found him some books that actually sounded like something he'd read.

It was a month into their journey when it happened. The sun had set long ago. Most of the crew was either having their "breakfast" for the late-night shift or fast asleep in their bunks. Hob strolled the deck, walking its length and enjoying the fresh sea air.

It was quiet save the roll of waves and splash of the ship against them. It was this, this peace and silence of the ocean at night that Hob had needed. He also probably needed something more to keep his hands busy as well, but at least Jo was trying with the drawing supplies, as shit as he was with them. The most exciting thing that's happened so far was one of the rigs kept catching when reeling up. He at least got to whip out the tools for a few hours.

He was about to head back when he heard...something. If they were closer inland, he'd guess it was a bird—still could be, he supposes. It was quiet, just barely heard over the crash of water against the steel of the ship. It droned on, long and drawn out. It was deep, pained almost. And each minute it sounded closer.

Then he saw it. There, way on the horizon, a pale red dot among the darkness. It looked like a buoy or beacon as it moved with the waves. Hob frowned, lifting his binoculars that hung around his neck up to his eyes. It was hard to pinpoint in the night, but when he finally landed on the light, he gasped.

It was still far out from their ship, the details hazy, but it wasn't a buoy and it definitely wasn't some sort of beacon or the like. It seemed to come from some sort of...creature? Fuck, it was hard to see at this distance.

The noise grew louder, sharper, as the light drew closer. Hob's heart raced in his chest as the eerie sound soon filled the air. Tales the crew had told flash through his mind, stories of leviathans, of creatures belonging to the deep. Of mermaids and sirens, of life unknown and undiscovered. Of the rare sighting they were here to locate in the first place.

Hob reaches down, pulling the walkie-talkie off his belt. He clicks the button and raises it to his lips.

"Alex, you're gonna want to see this. Starboard side, up closer to the bow. And hurry. Think we may just have your mystery monster."

Seconds pass before his walkie talkie crackles to life. "Hob? What?"

"I'd get up here quick, mate. Whatever it is, it's not man-made. And it's glowing."

"Glowing? Paul, can you—...Okay, okay! We're headed up. Keep your eyes on that thing."

Hob clips his device back onto his belt and keeps his eyes trained on the rapidly growing bright spot amongst the dark seas.

The thing looks only a mile from the ship at this point when the strange sound coming from it quiets. And then there are footsteps on the hull.

Paul and Alex race up with Jo and some of the less science-more muscle crew follow close behind. Paul steps up, putting a hand on Hob's shoulders to steady himself against the rocking of the boat.

“Where is it? What did you see?” he asks.

“Paul…look.”

Hob and Paul turn towards Alex who stands against the ledge. He points out into the water where the red glow is beginning to dim. Paul gasps, waving to the others.

“Go! Go, hurry! We need to get that thing, toss out the netting now!”

The ship comes to life. People race about, orders are shouted, lights flicked on. Ropes are tossed around as the rigs are set up and ready. Hob watches that fading dot all the while. Its hard to tell from here if the thing is sinking into the sea or if whatever part of it that glows is simply…fading. Fuck. Is the thing dying?

“Sending!” One of the riggers calls out as the net is lauched out into sea. The lines of rope are illuminated in the bright ship lighting until they fade from view as they fall over their target. Then, that noise from earlier sounds off. It howls, calling out into the darkness as—Hob guesses—the net falls over it.

“The hell is that noise?” Jo shouts over the sound of machinery and waves.

“Dunno!” Hob calls back. “The thing was making a different sound earlier.”

“What kind of sound?”

“More…pained. I guess.”

Jo looks grim as she turns back towards the ocean. The crew call out to one another and the rig groans as the net is recalled. The chains and gears slowly clank. Rope and netting is hauled aboard, swirled in piles to the side.

“What the hell are you putting the thing in when we get it on board?”

Jo pales. She races towards Alex, talking into his ear. Its too loud as the winds start to pick up and the waves grow stronger. Hob watches as the two dart below ground.

The click-click-clicking of the gears rolls on. Hob backs up, giving the open area of the boat wide berth for whatever it is they end up hauling in. Paul's leaning over, calling out to the other biologists and scientists when Hob catches the words “I see it!” leave the man's mouth. Alex reappears, sans Jo, and races over towards Paul, shaking the man in excitement as the last few dredges of netting are hauled up.

And then Hob sees it. He sees the mass of wriggling black and red and white. He sees a mess of fins and scales. And he hears the deep, almost growling call that comes from the things mouth. Its…its human mouth.

The creature, whatever it is, struggles against the thick ropes as its lowered onto the deck. Salt water splashes over the boards, clinging to Hob's skin. He hears the wet slap of flaining limps and fins as the last of the net grows slack.

And then he sees hands.

Or something close to hands. The fingers are longer, sharper. Like claws dipped black. As the creature reaches out, trying to get traction on the slippery surface, Hob can just barely make out webbing between the digits. Alex and Paul step closer along with some of the others. He steps forwards and then freezes. Eyes, as blue as the ocean herself, pin him in place. The red glow fills his vision and then all Hob sees is darkness. He drifts off to the sound of shouting and a final, deep melodic groan from the creature.

He wakes up in his bunk. Or a bunk at least. His is normally the upper one but Jo sits to his left so unless she gained the ability to float, he's on one of the lower ones. Probably Matt's.

“You're alive,” Jo greets, setting her notebook down on her lap. He can just barely make out what looks to be field notes as he turns towards her.

“I am. What…what happened exactly?”

She sighs, pushing her bangs out of her face. “Matt carried you down here all freaked out. Said you'd passed out on the deck as the damn freak storm rolled in. Hell of a time to play damsel in distress there, Gadling.”

He chuckles, stretching his limbs as he does so. His body is sore, but not in any way that's out of the ordinary. His head aches a bit but not too terribly. “Any ideas what happened to me?”

Jo shrugs. “Dunno. Weird pressure drop from the storm fucking with you in combination with who knows what else. Rach took a look over you though. Gave you a clean bill of health from what she can do with you being passed out as you were. Said you should probably go see her for another once over when you woke up though.”

He sits up, nodding as he does. “Sounds good.” Flashes of the night before run through his mind. He remembers the black and red and white. He remembers fins and scales and claws and hands. And then he remembers those eyes.

“The, uh. The creature. Did you—”

“Get it? Yeah. You missed out on all the fun of figuring out how the hell to get it in the observation tank. Could have used your strength though. Thing weighed a shit ton. Had to use a hell of a lot of tranquilizer to get it to even stay calm and not flair about. We'll have to run more tests and cross-reference the sighting reports but I think this just might be ghe creature people were talking about.”

“What is it?”

Jo huffs. “That's the thing Hobsie. It shouldn’t exist at all.” She turns with a mischievous smile on her lips. “Things a bloody mermaid.”

The creature—and Jo was right. Things a bloody mermaid. Well…merman, he supposes—glares at them from its tank that is definitely too small for a thing its size. The part of it that looks human is about the same size to a normal person, though it’s significantly skinnier and bonier than most men. If it had legs, it looks like it could have been a high-fashion runway model with that narrow waist and sharp cheekbones. But, it doesn’t have legs. Instead, its got a giant fucking tail with fins and scales and everything.

Hob is definitely processing this world perception altering finding completely fine.

If merpeople are real, are unicorns? Bigfoot? Nessie? Fucking dragons?

Hob needs to sit down.

He falls into the folding chair by the wall, hands in his lap, as he watches the group of scientists flitting between their equipment, the tank, and back to their equipment again. They’re checking the water for lord knows what and currently seem to be trying to find a way to get a blood sample without the creature—man—merman thing attacking them with either its claws or tail or teeth. Christ, it has sharp teeth. Nearly took off poor Paul’s fingers when he tried to grab a water sample. Looked more like a monster from the deep than anything from the Little Mermaid.

Its skin was pale and it stared them all down with eyes black as the night sky. It’s hair—was it even considered hair?—floats off its head in the tank like the smallest, most dainty strands of kelp you’ve ever seen. Well, if kelp was pitch black, anyway. Gills protruded from its neck near the leathery looking fins and fans on its face. Its hands faded from normal-ish looking skin to inky black nails that could pierce as well as a knife.

Then there was this thing’s tail. If the upper half of it was something that should be played by Bill Skarsgard, the lower half was a thing of beauty. A dream and a nightmare mixed. Most of the scales were black, but caught the light with an iridescent shine. It reminded him of the tail feathers of the roosters they’d kept when he was young. Mixed in were sections of deep ruby reds, painted on the merman in patterns similar to koi fish. There were large fins on either side and down towards the tip, not unlike a betta or goldfish, but were currently tucked close to its body. It was quite a sight to behold.

And then there were the eyes. The one Hob kept trying to make a conscious effort not to look at but keeps finding himself drawn to. They're dark. Black like the night sky. And yet, he remembers the brilliant blue of them on that first night….

“Hob?”

He startles, whipping his head up to see Johanna standing off to his side with an amused expression. He sighs, placing a hand over his heart.

“Christ, Jo. Make more noise before you sneak up on a man like that.”

She rolls her eyes before nodding her head towards the stairs. “Walk with me?”

Hob stands, following behind her as they make their way up and out of the room with the impossible but here creature. Jo pushes the door open and they step out onto the main deck. The salty sea air hits Hob’s lungs. He takes a deep, shuddering breath and he realizes just how shaky he’d been down there.

“So.”

Hob huffs. “So? This the part where you tell me I’ve seen too much and have me killed?”

Jo just turns her head slowly to him, looking at him with her classic ‘you’re an imbecile’ face. “Nope, wasn’t planning on any murder today. But I did have a favor to ask of you.”

“Oh?”

Jo sighs, pushing her bangs up out of her face. “Obviously, we’ve a bit of a major discovery on our boat here. And, of course, I’m thrilled about it and I’m certain the rest of our crew here is too, but I also know that this whole things gettin’ funded by the Burgess family and, no hate to Alex, but I trust his father about as far as I can throw him.

“So, if that thing we’ve got down there’s got a brain like ours, I want you to try and befriend it cause there’s no way in Hell I’m letting Roderick Burgess get his hands on something like this. And if you can befriend it, then maybe we can get it to trust us enough to release it without having to use all the equipment and having people figure out what we’re doing.”

Hob blinks. This was...not where he thought this conversation was going. “What do you think the old man’s going to do?”

“Keep it trapped like some exotic pet? Try and eat it? Fuck if I know what those rich bastards like to get up to in their free time, but I’ve never heard a good story come from them when it came to keeping rare creatures in their possession. How many horror stories have you heard about those rich old fucks keeping tigers or crocodiles or other shit in their house?”

Hob huffs a laugh. “Not many, honestly.”

“Right, forgot. You like to live like it’s medieval England and newspapers and Twitter haven’t been invented yet.”

“Hey! I do use the internet, you know!”

Jo elbows him lightly as she laughs. “So, will you help me?”

He sighs, leaning back against the wall by the door. Jo watches him, hands in her pockets. Hob can say, with certainty, he’s never been asked to befriend a literal sea creature before. And he’s pretty sure that keeping one in a tiny tank isn’t doing them any favors either. But it’s Jo that’s asking. And she doesn’t ask for much, not for serious stuff like this. And he owes her a lot already, like this job, for one.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Alright, yeah. I’ll see what I can do. I make zero promises I’ll be successful, but I’ll try my best.”

“Good. And if that doesn’t work, come two months, I’ll just need your brawn instead to help haul the thing back to the ocean instead.”

“That thing weighs like a hundred and fifty kilos! I’m not that strong!” Hob cries.

“Better work on your fish charm then, eh?” she says with a wink.

Hob shakes his head. The shit he does for this woman.

“Right. Well, I’ll let you lot do your poking and prodding. I’m going to stay up here for a bit and just...process my future months for a moment, yeah?”

Jo laughs as he heads back down the stairs, leaving Hob alone among the sound of waves and the spray of the sea. He walks over to the ledge of the ship wall. He folds his arms and rests them and his chin on them, sighing as he watches the boat rise and fall on the ocean waves. The stars shine above him, land long gone from view. It's just him, this boat, this crew, and the fucking fantastical creature in the tank just under his feet. What the hell has happened to his life?

He stays there until the chill seeps through his jacket and into his bones and only then does he retreat to the safe warmth of the interior. He pads his way down the stairs and hallways until he's crawling into his bunk. As Hob closes his eyes, he drifts off to the thoughts of pale skin and blue eyes and a lingering fear of what it all means.

#dreamling #the sandman #ky writes #hob gadling #dream of the endless #mer!dream

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echantedtoon · 9 months ago

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Love Is Blind Ch3 Not What It Seems

(WARNINGS: Mentioning of death, Mentioning of someone taking their own life, Kagaya being sick and having scars, and mentioning of him being burnt in a fire.

pic of Y/n above was edited by me. IMPORTANT THO!! This is NOT what Y/n looks like except for the white hair. I just wanted to make one of these picture edits for fun. Art not mine, found on Pinterest, credit to original artist, etc. The wisteria gate pic isn't mine either and was found on Google. If you need visuals on the wysteria gate and the garden they look exactly like the links below only that Kagaya's garden has WAY more flowers than cannon.

Wysteria gate

Kagaya's garden

https://www.ign.com/wikis/demon-slayer-the-hinokami-chronicles/Chapter_3_-_Death_Match_in_Asakusa )

CLIP. CLOP. CLIP. CLOP. CLIP. CLOP.

The sounds of a beautiful black stallion's hooves walked across the old dirt paths leading down the land and through the forests. Of course having walked along this road so many times, the mighty horse was already familiar with roads. A snort escaped from his snout before he shook his mane out from an itch.

"Easy boy. Just ignore the beast and keep going."

The driver of a sturdy cart ordered the horse giving a firm and hard slap of the reigns making the stallion snort once again but got it to ignore the fox that scurried across the road in front of it. The sly red canine stopped in the treeline and looked at them before turning away to quickly scurry into the forest.

"Pretty thing. If I brought my crossbow I could've gotten a good pelt for a muff."

"Let's leave it alone, Papa." A head of white hair shined in the sunlight as f/c eyes looked at where the pretty fox disappeared. "Something as beautiful as that deserves to live free."

The older man smiled at his daughter's beauty and kindness. "I agree. That's why we're going there. You deserve to have such freedom without someone trying to stubbornly take that away from you."

You turned to him smiling widely and sweetly at him. "I'm sure everything will be fine, Papa. It's just a small visit to clear up a misunderstanding. That's all."

Your father hummed again before whipping the reigns to make the stallion trot faster. "Your mother nearly ripped me a new one when we suggested this idea. I'm still surprised that I managed to convince her to let you come-"

"I heard that!" Your mother glared at him as he chuckled before crossing her arms. "I only agreed to it on the basis that we all go with her! There's absolutely no way I'm allowing my daughter to visit these strangers all by herself! Plus I'd like to give these Ubuyashikis a piece of my mind!"

"Now, Dear." Your father gave your mother a rare stern look. "Remember what we talked about. We're going to be polite AND civil about this. If there is a reason for stern talking then I'll let you know but unless that happens I WILL do the negotiations."

His wife huffed before crossing her arms with a pout. "Fine! But we're leaving at the first sign of trouble!"

You only shook your head from the back of the cart before leaning back against the wooded side and looked out as you all passed a beautiful field of flowers. It had been nearly two weeks of this kind of travel and during the entire time it had been beautiful and peaceful aside from your mother's occasional angry spouts but otherwise pleasant. In truth getting her to agree to your idea hadn't been easy as he DEMANDED you not go anywhere near the Ubuyashiki estate but in a rare stern tone your father had put his foot town.

"Our daughter is going to be twenty next year! She won't be a teenager anymore besides she's already a grown woman. Not a child. If she decides to go see this family then we can't stop her. I'm going with her anyways so there won't be any danger. There will be no more arguments."

Your mother had no choice but to agree but insisted on coming. Not wanting another argument your father agreed but only on the conditions that she wouldn't have any arguments when there. With all these things settled, your mother had gotten your older cousin to house sit while your entire family was gone and your father had talked his boss into giving him this extra route again as an excuse to make this detour. Now here you three were traveling through places you've never been before. This was both exciting and nerve-racking to say the least. The sun was high in the sky as the beautiful trees waved in the wind and the scent of wild flowers filled the cooking breeze. It made you smile and stretch your arms out. Even if you don't marry, the beautiful sights was making this trip all the worthwhile. Your father mentioned that the pathway to the estate was closer now and you should be there by tomorrow hopefully.

The sun slowly went across the beautiful skies. Your eyes watching safely from the back of the cart until they felt heavy, and closed against their will before the moon could bless them with her presence.

Purple

The overarching flowers outstretched their petals looming overhead as arms getting ready to embrace the people below in their soft petals falling down from above as shining gifts from the heavenly tops of the trees. It was a blessed sight to wake up to once F/c orbs awoken hearing a gasp of another woman wake up and then a voice speak.

"It's so beautiful. I feel like we're approaching heaven."

It was like heaven. Staring up at nothing but beautiful wisteria blooms hanging down from the air as leaves blocked out most of the rest of the light but still patches of that beautiful sun flowed down in small splotches peeling through the trees and their heavenly flowers like shy mice. The aroma of the flowers filling this forest right out of a fairytale and the small animals running amongst the flora only added to that heavenly fairytale image. You spotted a mother deer and her two young fawns chewing on the delicate buds of the new spring grass. The beautiful mother looked briefly at the cart passing by before turning away to put attention on her children. A flurry of sparrows passed by the trees and f/c eyes smiled up following them.

"This is absolutely beautiful. It's like something out of a dream."

"This is part of the Ubuyashiki territory." Your father gestured all around the woods smiling. "All of this? They own every tree in it. In fact they own a huge chunk of this mountain. I heard it's been in the family for the past ninety five generations."

"That certainly is...a lot of territory to own." Your mother hummed with a deep thoughtful expression on her face.

"A lot of territory? Honey, these people own the entire town just on the other side of the estate! I go past it just to get to the city. If you don't know better, you'd mistake the big town for the city."

"Oh really?... That's a lot of revenue."

The cart still pulled past the forest down an old path as you looked around in awe. Everything looked so beautiful and birds were singing in the spring air. So heavenly. Unbeknownst to you and your mother, your father had continued traveling through the night turning his horse onto an almost hidden path leading deep into mountain forest and when you both had awakened, you had woken up to the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen.

"We're not too far away now. We didn't give them any notice we'd be coming so they'll certainly be surprised."

"Hmph. We're making the effort to come all the way out here so the least they can do is be grateful that we actually came here to answer them!"

Your father didn't comment on your mother's tone but did also the reigns making the horse pick up his pace trotting down the old pathway. Deeper and deeper and deeper into the forest you all went. The more wysteria trees clustered around until they seemed to be the only trees in the forest. Down the pathway farther and farther until they reached a small semi clearing at the end of the pathway. The driver had the horse turn around in the clearing and started back up the path you came before pulling it back to a full stop next to a small tree with the horse facing back the way you came. Without uttering a word your father got up and jumped from the wagon, taking a minute to tie the reigns around one of the trees branches to keep the stallion from wondering off before giving the horse a few pats.

"We're here," he said turning back to you before looking past you making you blink and turn to see what he was looking at.

Another pathway lead from the original path leading away from you and towards the right side of the original path. But instead of dirt, this one was made of cobblestone and cut brick. A flight of stairs lead from the path up the hill and stopped to continue on in a normal pathway again starting under a giant wooden archway. Wysteria petals decorated the old stairs like some makeshift nature carpet and more scattered with the wind. You stared at it before a thud made you turn your head just as your father set your mother down from helping her out of the cart. You slowly stood up as he also reached out to you

"Maybe you two should stay with the cart and let me handle this." He gently grabbed your sides before heaving you up and out of the cart before placing you down on the ground. "I'm sure I can handle it from here."

"No. I came all the way here to see him and if I don't show up they'll just send me another letter wanting to hear from me. We might as well go and clear everything up now." Your nodded firmly nodded in agreement.

Your father sighed before reaching in the back of the wagon and pulling out a small box the size of three regular books across and five inches high. He tucked it under one arm before turning towards the stairs. "Alright then. Let's go settle this. Just both of you stay close to me. And remember..." He gave your mother a firm look. "I WILL do the talking."

Your footsteps echoed throughout the peaceful forest as the three of you climbed up the stairs towards the wooden archway above. Your father carrying the box under his arm and your mother holding onto his other arm looking around while you followed right after them. You stared up in awe as you all climbed up higher and higher until you all passed under the arch. Your head followed it by as you all passed it on the way through before looking ahead and following your parents down the old cobblestone path. The wysteria trees on both sides were stretched out as far as the eye could see. Beautiful purple flowers everywhere swaying in the breeze and the pleasant fragrance wafting in the air. Your mother was also in awe staring around her.

"This is incredible."

Your father chuckled. "Wait until you see the mansion. Mr. Ubuyashiki is actually very pleasant."

Your mother turned to her husband. "You've already met our daughter's supposed soulmate?"

"No but I met his father. He was rather old. In fact he was old enough to be my grandfather."

"If he's that old then how old is his son?! If he's some pervert-"

"Dear, we are not going to talk bad about someone when we haven't even met him yet-"

SHING-

You squealed out as all of a sudden there was a metallic sound, a flash of shining silver, and then the cold steel of a sword was right in front of your father's face. Your mother shrieked clinging closer to her husband on instinct. The three of you froze as a cold blade was held out to your father's next. Your previous shrieks scaring birds away from you.

"Who the fuck are you people?!"

You timidly peeked around your father's shoulder and looked past him only to pause seeing the man on the other side. It was a man around your age with short untamed white hair but what struck fear into you was the dark small pupils in his feral eyes and the fact that his body was littered in scars. When none of you answered he snarled and pushed the blade closer to the man's neck.

"Are you all deaf?! Answer me!"

"Sanemi, that is not a nice way to treat people!" A much louder voice boomed out from behind you making you squeak again and whirl around to yet another man's torso with his arms crossed. You looked up at his face and paused seeing a head of flaming red hair and just as vibrant fire like eyes. You were stunned at...how absolutely handsome this stranger was as he tilted his head at you. "Especially woman. Now why don't you lower your blade?"

The white haired man narrowed his eyes staring at the frozen middle aged man in front of him. Before glancing at your frightened mother and your frozen form behind her. "...Tch." The large blade was lowered from your father's neck but not put away as the angry scarred man stared them down. "That still doesn't excuse them from trespassing here!"

"INDEED!!" The man with flaming hair agreed loudly causing you to wince at the loud volume. "As much as I don't like my friends violent methods, I agree that you shouldn't be trespassing here! I will have to kindly ask you all to leave!"

"We're supposed to be here." Your father somehow stayed calm throughout this entire thing to his credit. The box shuffled under his arm. "I'm delivering this."

Again the white haired man looked suspicious glancing between him and the box. "Yeah? And what's in it?"

"Herbs and medicine."

"AH!! Then this must be the delivery Oyakata-sama was expecting! EXCELLENT!!" You again winced at the red head's loud voice booming out.

"Oh really? Why is there three of you then? It doesn't take three people to delivery one puny package! Gimme that dam box!"

Your father made no move to stop the man from yanking the box away from his arm. No one made a move as he placed his blade under his arm and harshly tore off the lip to poke his head inside..... before he slowly placed the lid back on the box wordlessly.

"What was in the box?"

Mr. White hair ignored his college before shoving the box back into your father's arms. "Why are three of you delivering herbs instead of just one of you?" Despite his embarrassment he still demanded answers to his questions but lost that angry edge to his tone.

"The master of this estate asked us to come here." Your father calmly said. "I thought it'd be best to see what he wants."

And again that suspicious look was back. "Why would Oyakata-sama ask to see you lot?"

"It wasn't this Oyakata-sama whomever he is. We were invited by Kotoya Ubuyashiki."

"AH!! THE MASTER'S FATHER!!" Mr. Red Head nodded in understanding. "That clears up things then! He probably has invited them here! For what purpose I am unsure however but we should take them to him!"

Mr. White Hair looked at you all before FINALLY slowly putting his blade away. "What would he want with two women and a delivery man?"

"LET'S FIND OUT!!" You jumped as Mr. Red Head quickly pointed his arm down the path again. "Please follow us! I'll show you the way there!" He looked back to your still staring face. "Miss??"

You still stared for about six more seconds until your brain finally registered he was asking for your name. "AH! I-I'm Y/n!" You gave a small bow in greeting before pausing...and slowly looked back up to him. He was rather handsome and..not bad looking. You leaned back up. Could it be-? "Are you.. Kagaya Ubuyashiki?"

The man paused, blinked, before throwing his head back and giving a few hearty laughs that had you blushing.

"PFFT!! HIM?! HA! That's a good one!" Behind you his college also began to laugh making you feel more embarrassed.

His locks swayed as he shook his head eventually his loud laughs devolving into amused chuckles. "I'm flattered you would give me the honor of mistaking me for that title, but I'm afraid you're just that. Mistaken. I am Kyojuro Rengoku, a guard for my Master's estate."

You blinked at him before turning to the now smugly amused white haired man who now had his arms crossed. Now looking at him...He was also quite handsome. Albeit in a more warrior rugged type of way but still fairly handsome. As if sensing your question he just shook his head.

"You're looking at the wrong person."

"This is SANEMI!! Don't let his scary attitude fool you! He's actually a very nice person! If you're here to see the Master's family then follow us. His home is just up ahead."

You were kinda disappointed this handsome man wasn't who you were looking for but at least you were in the right place. It was kinda awkward because Sanemi just turned and started walking away from you all with your parents following and you and Mr. Kyojuro following up behind them both. There was about an hour of silent, awkward walking as you turned your attention to the wysteria trees.

"My apologies for startling you all!" You again jumped and whirled around to Rengoku who smiled warmly. "But when we saw many people in a strange wagon we had to see what your intentions were!"

You didn't even see them coming in? Where did they even come from? Instead you shook your head. "I-Its alright. I would've been suspicious too if a bunch of strangers showed up to my house." You tried giving him a smile. "So..You work for the Ubuyashikis?"

He nodded. "Yes! For a few years now! I guard the estate for my Master!"

"You mean Mr. Kagaya?"

"INDEED!"

That peeked your interest a bit. Perhaps you can get some insight on this mysterious man. "Oh, I see. What's his family like?"

"Oyakata-sama's father is a very good man! I've known him for many years!"

"Oh that's so nice. And...what is Mr. Kagaya like?"

"The Master is the most honorable man that's ever lived!" His smile got even wider. "He's very compassionate and wise beyond his years. You'll never find another man like him even if you tried."

Your eyes widened with each word he spoke. Honorable? Compassionate? Wise? Those were traits that you used to spend countless hours everyday wishing your soulmate had until you decided to focus on yourself and your work. Could it really be everything you needed? Could the gods have sent you the perfect person?

"Is he as handsome as you?"

That caught him off guard as he blinked again before again giving a few loud hearty laughs. But it was a legitimate question from you. You wanted to know what he looked like. What he did. Who he was. What made up Kagaya Ubuyashiki.

"My dear lady, you flatter me!" He gave a few more chuckles but nodded. "But I would say that the Master is rather handsome in his own way!"

"How old is he?", your mother suddenly asked tossing him a suspicious look at Rengoku.

"Mother!"

Kyojuro held up a hand. "It's alright. I actually don't know his specific age. Never asked! But I do know he's actually around my age!"

Oh. So that meant he was actually around your age too! That answer actually seemed to satisfy your mother and she huffed turning back around. At least it did not start an argument.

"You all seem very interested in the Master!"

"We're here to visit his family so it's understandable to ask about someone I'll be meeting." You thought about something for a moment before looking back to him. "You mentioned before that he's the Master of this estate. What does he do for work?"

"The Ubuyashiki's have ran this land for generations! The whole town on the other side of the estate is essentially owned by them! But specifically Oyakaya-sama funds a rather large and successful school! I am also a teacher there when Im not asked to fill in for the usual guards here!"

"A school?" You had a small school back home you attended before studying under the local herbalist but you were surprised to hear a school being very successful.

He nodded. "He wants every child to have an education! My brother attends with his friends! I'm happy to give him a head start in life!"

"Wow. That's a lot of responsibility for him to take on."

"He's a very honorable and responsible man as I've stated before!"

Responsible. That's also what you wanted. Could this really be the one?

You all continued to walk to walk through this wysteria woods. Eventually you all walked over a cobblestone bridge leading over a small stream and continued to walk until you turned a corner blocked by a tree, and nearly ran into your mother as you looked up and let your jaw drop at what you saw.

THE BIGGEST MANSION YOU HAD EVER SEEN WAS SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ALL!!

It had to be the largest building you'd ever seen in both space and height! The old but nicely maintained building loomed over head covered in many purple petals from the surrounding wysteria trees. In the very front of the house was a very beautiful small clearing edged with small cut shrubs and the cobblestone path continued up to stop at the front steps of the manor. Eventually you all snapped out of your stupor to continue up the path and to the stairs. The first man, Sanemi, was the first one to reach the door before opening it and looking at you all.

"I'm gonna let them know these people are here. Stay with them and make sure they don't try anything!"

"DON'T WORRY!! I'll be fine!"

Sanemi rolled his eyes but left you all awkwardly standing in the doorway and hallway. You watched him walk down the long very clean corridor before he disappeared around the corner and then looked around the tiny hallway as Rengoku just...stood there keeping an eye on you all. Eventually your mother poked your father's side.

"Where does this lead?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I only came this far before delivering the previous order and leaving. I never saw the rest of this place."

That was helpful. You sighed and decided to look around the hall more to occupy time. The wooden floor was polished and well kept. Two paintings hung on the walls. One was a boat on the ocean and the other was too far away from you to see but you thought maybe it was a vase of roses?? A small table sat randomly near the corner where Sanemi disappeared and on top of it was a random decorative vase. And then there was the old man coming towards you-

....You blinked.

A little old man about your mother's height and grandmother's age came shuffling quickly down the hallway and smiled at you all. Behind him Sanemi boredly walked behind him with his hands behind his head.

"At last!" He said in a happy but slightly raspy way. "At last! At last! AT LAST YOU'RE HERE!!"

His arms extended out towards you all as if to embrace you three. It wasn't until he was past the closest painting to you that you realized that..It was directed AT YOU. He was smoking AT YOU. He was holding his arms out TO YOU. And he was coming straight TO YOU!! You had barely registered this fact before suddenly arms were being thrown around you making you freeze as arms pulled you in for a tight hug. Your mother bristled and immediately looked ready to physically yank this stranger off of you.

"I was waiting for you for so long!" He pulled away from you to smile softly and it was only now that you realized that..his little old man was crying. Fat tears rollef down his crinkled face as he smiled widely, happily, softly. "Y-Y-You have no idea about how long we've been waiting for you! To find you finally before the unthinkable happens!" Huh? What did he mean by that? You blinked as his hands cupped your face. "And look at how beautiful you are! Such hair.. It's a rare color I've only seen one other person have!"

You supposed he was referring to Sanemi but- "I'm sorry but..Who are you?"

"Yes. WHO are you?," your mother narrowed her eyes with a frown at him.

"Oh. Yes, yes. We haven't met yet." He quickly rubbed at his face but never lost his excited smile. "I am Kotoya Ubuyashiki." He gave as quick a bow as his old body could give before looking at you again. "I'm so glad you've finally decided to come! We've been waiting for so long!"

"*AHEM!*" Your father cleared his throat loudly gaining your the older man's attention to him. "Perhaps we're starting off on the wrong person. I'm Y/n's father."

"Oh yes! Mr. L/n, I remember you!," he happily greeted turning to your parents with a big smile, "You look well! And this must be your wife!" He smiled at your deadpanned mother. "I apologize for all the trouble I caused but I'm so happy you're all here! I've been trying to find my grandson's soulmate for so long. I feared he'd forever be alone once I passed away."

"Grandson?," your mother instantly looked suspicious at him. "I was told he was your son!"

He nodded. "He's that too. Won't you please come in?" He gestured down the hall towards the rest of the house. "Everything can be explained and we can discuss things."

"That is fine." Your father nodded. "But we can't stay long. My horse is down the hill-"

"Of course, of course. Rengoku please go bring the man's horse some food and water while we conduct business. Cone, come. I'm sure we have much to discuss."

You weren't too sure about this but your father wordlessly followed the smiling man and you reluctantly followed your parents leaving the first two men behind. Mr. Kotoya continued happily chatting despite your father's silence and your mother's scowling. Eventually turning a corner and pointing at random objects or rooms explaining what they were or where they came from until eventually he stopped in front of one room and smiled turning at you specifically.

"This is the indoor garden."

"Indoor garden?"

Kotoya nodded. "We grow plants inside when my grandson is unable to go outside or can't move around too much." Confusion graced your face again. Unable to go outside and move around? Did he mean when it was winter or raining really badly?? "The Library and study is just down the hall across from the dining room."

"That's...very nice but we should get back onto the topic we came back to discuss." Your father firmly looked at him and rose a brow. "We came here to discuss my daughter's involvement in all this and if you don't mind, I'd rather get this over with as soon as possible."

Kotoya eagerly nodded. "But of course. I think the sooner the wedding is the better. It'll take a little bit to throw things together but if you want it to be fast, I can have it all together in as little as a week!"

"I'm not here to discuss any weddings." Your father placed a free hand on his hip. "Ever since last October you've been harassing my family especially my daughter to marry someone she hasn't even met once, you've drove my wife insane, and you haven't taken a hint to our obvious nos!" Mr. Kotoya blinked loosing his smile as your father stood firm and your mother looked proud at her husband. "Now, Sir. I don't take too kindly to people who try and harass my little girl like this. I'm not going to agree with anything especially forcing her to marry someone. Now you better tell me why you're bothering my daughter with this or we're leaving this instant."

There was silence as both men continued to stare down one another bit your father's calm but stern gaze never wavered. Eventually Mr. Kotoya sighed and reached out to brush some of his long white hair from his old face.

"My apologies...I guess I was just desperate for both our children to reunite and allow to have some happiness in his life after so much misfortune. He deserves to be happy for once."

"That still does not explain your actions. My family deserves an explanation for all this madness."

Again Kotoya sighed. "You're right. You're right. That's the least I could do for causing you all so much trouble. You see ..Ever since he was fifteen years old and your daughter's name appeared on his hands, I knew we had to find you. You see my grandson has always had a hard hand in life, when he was only four years old his mother passed away from an accident and my son couldn't handle the grief of living without my daughter-in-law, handling my grandson's conditions, and running the entire estate. Unfortunately he took his own life later that same year." Wait..What did he say about his grandson? "Ever since then I've adopted Kagaya and ran the estate until he was old enough to handle it."

"And you thought that sending letters constantly and asking us to force our daughter into an arranged marriage would be the best way to make him happy?" Your father's brow rose more. "You didn't even seem concerned about my girl's wants. What does your grandson have to say about this?" He looked around raising a brow more. "Actually...Where is this young man? I want to see him. I want to talk to him too."

At this Kotoya lit back up and smiled hopefully. "You mean Kagaya? Would you like to see him?"

Your father nodded instantly. "Yes! I think we'd all like to meet him and see what he's like. Where is he?"

Kotoya smiled wider at him. "He's in the back garden today. He wasn't feeling too good but insisted that some fresh air would be what he needed." He gestured for you all to follow him. "Come. I'll show you the way there."

He motioned for you all to follow him before slowly you all did again. Walking down through halls and past more people. Servants you supposed by the work they were doing. Most glanced at you all in surprise or curiosity as you passed but didn't say anything and just went back to work. Eventually Mr. Kotoya stopped and looked at both of you all with a smile before gesturing to a sliding door beside him.

"This leads outside to our back garden. My grandson is currently meditating there. He's unaware you're here but I'm sure he'll be very happy to meet you finally."

At first no one spoke. No one interacted. No one did anything. Kotoya continued to smile widely as your parents looked at one another silently unsure of what to say or do. F/c eyes turned to look at the simple wooden door and just stared silently at it. Your soulmate was behind that good. The person who the gods had decided that would be your husband when you were fifteen. He was there. Probably waiting for you. What was he like? Was he really everything that you ever wanted? Was he really handsome? Would he be everything you needed? Would you love him? The questions swirled about in your mind...and there was only way to find out. Without saying a word you reached out and grabbed the door slowly. So slowly your parents didn't even notice until you slowly pulled it back startling them both. You all paused at the beautiful sight before you all.

Sunlight shown down from the sky, illuminating what must've been hundreds of flowers blooming in a variety of colors and types all around. Their roots hugged by perfectly cut bright green grass. A full river ran right in the middle of the entire length of it only separated from the grass by cleverly placed rocks and a beautiful wooden bridge to step across it. The beautiful waters rippled and sparkled with sunlight hiding the majestic koi fish living underneath. A few small trees had stationed themselves up amongst the flowers along with a single big bird bath that was already occupied by a few...crows? You paused watching the shiny black birds. They cawed at one another in-between taking dios in the bath.

Why were there crows here? They just seemed so...out of place amongst all the other bright and colorful surroundings. F/c eyes lingered on them a little longer before looking to the left and finding something much more out of place than the crows. A bench. And on that bench was seated a person. You couldn't tell if it was a man or woman because they had their back to you.

... Unconsciously, your feet moved towards them.

The figure remained still. Unmoving as the birds sang and the wind blew. Shiny ebony shoulder length hair swayed with the wind as it rolled by. The slightly swaying of a haori coat also slightly swayed but not as much. Slowly a hand raised, and reached out to a nearby small rose bush and stayed there. A slightly shaking hand brushing so gently against the red petals. The hand jumping slightly as a fluttering little butterfly decided to say hello in greeting. You found yourself almost blank minded as you stopped just two yards away from the person. Despite the fact that your footsteps were completely silent, the head slightly turned to your figure, but not enough to show any facial features.

"Can you tell me what colors this beautiful creature is?" The hand raised up slowly to not jostle the small butterfly resting on his index finger.

Your body flinched at the voice. It was obviously a male voice and it was so.. smooth. So soft. So gentle sounding. It almost made you jump as you continued to blink at this now confirmed man. There was silence again as he didn't say anything else. Your blank mind slowly processing the question as you slowly looked from his head to his raised hand and the butterfly lazily moving it's wings.

"...The top part of the wings are pure white with black on the edges while the bottom of the wings are completely yellow," you slowly said a bit confused about why he'd ask you to describe it's colors when it was clearly right in front of him.

"Ah. An Orange Migrant." The hand slowly brought it closer to his face before it took off into the air again. "One of nature's beautiful children." It circled it's head before deciding to land on the bench a few feet away from him. His head turned back forward, a smile to his lips that you didn't see. "They're all so delicate and fragile yet they're bodies are so strong to withstand so much change. They're quite inspiring little ones."

Your head tilted at him for a moment. "Are you.. Kagaya Ubuyashiki?"

A smooth chuckle that had you blushing escaped the man in front of you before he nodded without turning around. "I am."

That got your heart beating what felt like a million miles a minute, heat rising to your cheeks. This was it! This was actually him! Your soulmate! The one who's name was once carved onto your palms. He was right here in front of you and now your body felt like any moment it would combust under the pressure.

"Your voice sounds new. I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting."

"I-..I-It's b-because we haven't." You cleared your throat in an attempt to compose yourself. "I-..M-My name is Y/n."

"Y/n?" His gentle voice questioned as if trying the name out and it had you getting more red. Hands gripped together. "Hm. You wouldn't be Y/n L/n by chance would you?"

"That's right." You nodded. "M-My parents and I came all the way here to talk to you and your grandfather about this whole-..." You gestured to nothing. "Situation. I think they'd really like to meet you."

He fell quiet for another long moment before humming and again nodding. "Very well. You all went through all the trouble, it would only be right for me to see you all."

One hand reached out to grab the arm of the bench as if to use it to push himself up as the other arm reached out to grab the back of the bench for the same reason. A shadow falling over the small defenseless butterfly as the hand approached closed above it. F/c eyes shrank-

"STOP!!"

Before you could stop yourself, you had shouted arms reaching out. Crows cawed and flapped away in a scatter and flurry of wing beats. A few black feathers falling to the grass in their wake. Your yell had scared your parents in the doorway who had been distracted talking to Mr. Kotoya in detail but all three were startled into staring at the garden. Kagaya himself had frozen instantly arm still stretched out and raised just an inch away from crushing the poor butterfly that had decided it was still too lazy to move. For a long moment there was silence before you approached and his head turned to the right following you as you approached.

"You almost crushed it." You didn't pay attention to him as you pushed his hand away to stare at the poor thing, sighing in relief seeing it was perfectly alright. "Oh thank goodness. You poor thing." Soft hands reached out to it but didn't touch it's delicate wings. "You must be exhausted from all the flying you've done."

"....Will you be grabbing it off the bench?"

"Of course not! You can't grab a butterfly especially not by it's wings! They're fragile and it'll only hurt them more than help them." You paid him no mind only sticking out a finger to carefully nudge the little thing onto it. Smiling as it slowly clambered on. "There you go. Look how pretty you are."

Without looking up from the butterfly you smiled sweetly and carefully stepped back over to the rose bush. Kagaya's head turning still following you as you knelt down to hold your hand to the nearest rose. Nudging your fingertip against the soft petals until it climbed onto the red petals, fluttering it's wings lightly. There. Perfectly safe and sound. F/c eyes crinkled up in a smile as the beautiful little thing fluttered back as if in thanks which made you giggle lightly at it. Lavender eyes widened hearing the giggling.

The woman's giggles were so...playful. So lively. So sweet. They radiated kindness and hidden love in them that had him pausing just hearing such a thing over a small butterfly and yet..She had refused to let it be hurt when he had almost accidentally crushed. ..A softer smile came to his lips. Until his body froze up. A burning sensation clawing up from deep down below-

"*COUGH COUGH COUGH*?!?!"

You jumped startled hearing the sudden sounds of raspy coughing but was stunned to find Kagaya doubled over so low and far he might fall out of the bench. His hands grabbed around his mouth as painful coughs and gasps wracked his body so much his body shook with each breath. It looked and sounded painful. A shout came from the doorway as Kotoya made his way over quickly.

"Mr. Kagaya?!" Startled you stood up and held your hands out but didn't touch him. "A-Are you alright?!" You couldn't see his face as his hair hid it from view like an ebony curtain. "W-What's wrong?!"

"Easy there!" Kotoya startled you as he ran around the other side of the bench and grabbed Kagaya around his shoulders as the man gasped for air. "I knew I shouldn't have let you walk out here by yourself! Now look at you. *Sigh* Easy, Son. Deep breaths in your nose and out of your mouth."

"W-What's wrong with him? Is he sick?"

Kotoya nodded. "Yes. He has been for a long time now. I've been praying for the gods to send him aid and they did in the form of you." Despite Kagaya gasping for breath, Kotoya shot a smile at you. "Your parents told me you were an herbalist. Thank the gods he'll have someone to care for him long after me."

You....blinked. "I'm sorry. Did you say that I would be... taking care of him?"

Kagaya's body stopped shaking finally before he slowly leaned back up. Head turning to you. You froze as white eyes stared blindly at you. Half a face covered in old, purpled scars. His mouth still open panting for air as he weakly stared at you. Fat tears stinging the corners of his lashes as you stared in shock at him. Despite your obviously shocked expression Kotoya patted Kagaya on the back with a soft smile.

"It's ok. You're going to finally have someone to care for you now. You'll be happy finally."

".... P-PAPA!!"

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Drew Tanaka (Part 8)

Lunch couldn't be more awkward.

Piper refuses to meet her glaze, only talking if Lacy or Mitchell asked her something, like salt and pepper.

"McLean."

Her sister doesn't give any indications she heard her but since Drew is literally sitting in front her, she'll dare make the guess that she's just ignoring her.

"Piper, stop being such a bad loser and listen to me." she says a little more irritated and oh, nothing works more than a snappy remark.

"What ?"

"We need to talk."

"I'm all ears."

"The both of us, it doesn't concern Mitchell and Lacy."

"Oookay," Piper looks at her suspiciously and yet intrigued, "We're free after lunch right ?"

Drew nods, a little surprised with Piper's attitude.

She expected her to be a little more bratty, daughter of big super star Drew has only ever seen a poster of, but it seems that she had been a bad judge of character, for once.

When lunch is over, Drew puts Connor in charge of her siblings and leads Piper to the stables, known place to be alone at Camp.

"So," her sister takes an apple and feed it to Guido," what do you want to talk about ? How you swept the floor with me earlier ?" She smiles bitterly, her hand mindlessly rubbing her thigh, where Drew stabbed her a few hours ago.

"Not exactly, though it has a link with why I went so hard on you."

Drew takes a big breath, trying her best to start this conversation with calm and patience.

"I want to tell me everything you know about Silena Beauregard."

Piper freezes, looking at her with uncertainty.

"Why do you want to talk about our dead sister ?"

"My dead sister, and I want to know what you think Silena was before exposing you the whole picture."

"Drew," Piper frowns, "I already know what you think of Silena, you made it quite clear."

"Indeed, but have you wondered why ?"

"Because you think she's a traitor."

"I don't think she was one Piper, I know, everybody knows."

"But they forgave her, you-"

"didn't, and never will."

"Then why do you want to talk with me about it ? If you think you are going to make me change my mind, you're wrong."

"I wouldn't be so sure, sit will you ? It's a long story."

Piper sits on the ground and Drew on a haystack.

"Okay, I know Silena was a daughter of Aphrodite who dated a guy from Hephaestus, don't remember his name though."

"Charles Beckendorf," Drew smiles sadly, "only Silena could call him Charlie, for everybody else it was Beckendorf."

"Yeah, and then he died and when you guys had to fight in Manhattan, Silena revealed she was the spy after dying trying to fight a dragon."

"It was a drakon actually, there's a difference."

"That's I all know, that she died a hero, knowing she made a mistake and trying to make amends."

"Do you think you know Silena Beauregard then ?"

"In the grand lines, yes." Piper answers from the floor, twirling a twig in her hands.

"In the grand lines," Drew repeats, "what a dignified way to say I don't know shit."

"I do-"

"Ah, ah" she stops her with her hand, "my turn to speak now. Let me tell you everything I know about Silena Beauregard."

Where, on the grand painting of Silena's life should she begin ?

"I met her when I was only a child," she twirls her leather necklace, "I arrived two years before Percy Jackson did and everything went wrong."

She inhales some air, it's been a while since she dared explore her happy memories with Silena.

"She was an amazing older sister, braiding my hair, gossiping with me, teaching me makeup and horse riding. It was scary, you know ? To be a 8 years old girl and find out there are monsters trying to kill you. But Silena, she made all the fears go away."

"She sounds really great," Piper says softly.

"She was," Drew says as softly.

"But anyways, big jump towards six years : Luke went crazy against the gods, waging war on us and Olympus. During that summer, he tried to invade Camp using the Labyrinth to bypass the frontier." Drew's voice breaks at for a moment, all she hears are the monster's screams as they erupted from the maze, "it was the first true battle and they were many casualties."

"Lee Fletcher from Apollo, Will's older brother, Castor from Dioynsus, I think you met Pollux ? They were twins, Sasha from Demeter was also killed during that battle. He was my best friend, even more."

"Oh my gods, Drew, I'm so sorry."

"It's alright," she shrugs, "been a while now. Thing is, I had just broke his heart for the Rite of Passage, only two weeks before it happened. And I was so excited to tell him that I liked him, I spent days squealing about all the date we would go on to Silena, and we would laugh together at my crazy ideas." Drew chuckles, "Once, I wanted to have a picnic on clouds, watching the sunset from the sky."

"That's sweet." Piper smiles.

"But the battle happened and I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye, Sasha died thinking I didn't liked him."

She can feel tears gathering in her eyes and does her best to hold them.

"Later," she continues with a wobbly voice, "Silena chose Beckendorf for her rite of Passage. Usually, it lasts one week, two if you're feeling really cruel but their relationship went on and on until they were celebrating monthly anniversaries. When I confronted her about it, she told me she wasn't going to break things off with him. It made me furious, I had just lot Sasha and there she was, thinking herself superior ?" Old, familiar, anger makes its way up before Drew squashes it down. "In the end, she did what she always did, say a few words with her pretty smile and sweet voice and everything was forgotten or forgiven."

"Wait," Piper frowns," are you saying she charmspoke you ?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure. She did about other things though, but don't worry, you'll know everything soon."

"The next summer, we were all tensed up. Percy's birthday was getting closer and closer and sabotaging missions we're issued by the counsellors almost every week. Beckendorf and Percy were ordered to blow up Princess Andromeda, Luke's yatch, but something went wrong." Drew grips the hay she's sitting on, "somebody warn Luke they were coming. Only Percy made it back alive, Beckendorf blew himself up with the ship."

"Oh my gods." Piper says breathless. "But they were-"

"Ssssh, let me speak, it's the best part. When Percy comes back alone, Silena breaks down, muttering nonsense when she enters the cabin and then she drops the bomb," Drew leans as if she was sharing a secret "there's a spy amongst us."

"A spy," she continues "that has been feeding information to Luke for gods know how many time. Someone that has been heartlessly stabbing them in the back while we ate together, laughed together, trained to together. Someone I hated with a burning passion for making my beloved sister cry."

"Do you know why Silena fighting the drakon in the first place ? No ? Well, Apollo and Ares had a feud concerning the flying chariot you arrived at Camp on and Clarisse decided that she and her cabinmates wouldn't fight in the war anymore. Her pride was too wounded. Long story short, only an Ares child can kill a drakon and with them absent, there was no way to win. So, Silena went to rally Ares' children, posing as Clarisse. They were best friends and knew each other well, nobody suspected a thing. Until she died, at least."

"I wasn't there when it happened, busy fighting and saving my siblings' life so I don't know what she did exactly but in the grand lines she revealed she was the traitor."

"I-" Drew stops herself, trying to think what to say next, "When I found out, my brain just short circuited. I couldn't understand why she would do that until memories started to come back, memories Silena had charmspoke me into forgetting that showed Luke and her together, whispering behind the cabins. She liked him, before Beckendorf, she liked Luke."

"And it was so confusing, to love and hate the same person with such intensity ? The urge to grieve while being happy the traitor got what she deserved ? I almost went mad and the only way I found to protect myself was making sure nobody would get as close that Silena did. That's why I was so harsh on you, because you reminded too much of her."

"Me ?" Piper says shocked, and was that a little nervous ? "How ?"

"You refused to the Rite, and your vibe wasn't good either."

"My vibe ?" her sister asks a little amused.

"Yes, your vibe. The one saying I'm not like other girls, I don't care about makeup and all that."

"Oh," Piper puts her hands in her jacket, not looking at Drew, "it wasn't against you, I swear."

"Then what made you like that ?" Drew asks, genuinely curious.

"My dad," Piper sighs, "is a famous actor and he's always busy. I guess that over time, I tried to get his attention by a lot of ways and I didn't want to be the cliche of a star's daughter, all dolled up and just a pretty thing to look at. In addition to that, the girls mocking me at my last school were all always wearing makeup and whatever. I suppose I just made a connection between the two."

"And I certainly didn't help with that, did I ?" Drew winces when Piper gives her a nod, "sorry about that."

"Well," Piper offers her a smile, "I can understand you now so, water under the bridge ?"

"As long as you don't go preaching about how heroic and brave Silena was, it's a deal."

"Mmmh," her sister makes a show of thinking, "yeah I can do that, not like I knew her anyways."

"Oh, now you don't know her ?"

"Are you going to stay bitchy like that ?"

"What can I say, it's one of my best talents."

"Oh yeah, what are the others ? Managing to fashionably wear camp's t-shirt ?" Piper teases her.

"First of all, it is one of them. But no, I was more thinking about how I kicked your ass."

"Wait until I get better," Piper threatens her with her twig, "I have eight months to beat you."

"Maybe if you ask your roman boyfriend to train you, you'll succeed."

"Talking about Jason, I still have a bone to pick with you," Piper looks at her scowling, "do you still have a crush on him ?"

"Oh honey," Drew cackles, "I never had, I just wanted to piss you off. And by Aphrodite, it worked !" Her cackles transforms into full demonic laughter when Piper groans and rolls her eyes, mumbling something about "bitchy sister" and "wait until I train with Jason, you'll see".

THE RECONCILIATION !!

I actually wanted to do it after Piper came back from the Seven quest but then I realised it would mean they stayed angry at each other for four months, something like that, and I went "eeeeeeh, not gonna work."

So they had a healthy talk about their respective attitudes and now they're on friendly ground !

At least until Drew discovers that Piper was working with a giant (:

And it gives her massive SPTSD (Silena Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #drew tanaka #piper mclean #silena beauregard #camp half blood #jason grace

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jjkamochoso · 8 months ago

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The Perfect Fit

Story Overview: Levi Ackerman begrudgingly finds himself falling in love with the Survey Corps’ seamstress. Will they be able to own up to their feelings for each other? Or is their love doomed to fail before they discover the truths of each other’s hearts? This slow burn reader insert story will be filled with angst, yearning, and a bit of mystery as we slowly unravel the truths behind Y/N’s past… and explore her and Levi’s future!

Chapter 3

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2 linked here

Chapter 4 linked here

Levi Ackerman x female reader

Warnings: cussing, minor character death (not graphic)

As the hours rolled by with nobody from the surrounding villages showing up to their appointments with you, you started to get stressed out. Were they all a bunch of no shows on purpose? Your prices weren’t extravagant but you knew times were tough on everyone, especially after the breach of Wall Maria. Citizens of Wall Rose were fighting for their fair share of resources and jobs while refugees tried their best to not starve on the streets. It was a constant battle for food and wages for anyone outside Wall Sina and you hated to see people fighting amongst themselves when a much larger threat loomed right outside the failing walls. With nothing else to do, you took the time to look over Captain Levi’s torn cape and decide how you were going to mend it. Why did he do that in the first place? Was he taking pity on you? You didn’t mean to tell him all your financial woes, they just slipped out in the heat of the moment. Maybe he just wanted to test your skills with the sewing machine he got you? Yes, that had to be it. You had given the machine a trial run earlier and now you felt confident enough to use it on commissioned pieces. Taking in a deep breath to steady yourself in the midst of the most important project of your life, you got to work.

You sewed tirelessly throughout the afternoon and evening, barely stopping for breaks. You needed to be sure this cape was done before you took your horse into the village tomorrow to see a veterinarian. Speaking of your horse, you heard her let out a long, high pitched whinny. You quickly pushed your chair away from the table and hurried outside. She looked even sicker than she did this morning—an extremely bad sign. She could barely stand, wobbling in her pasture. There was no way she could make the journey into the village, you’d have to run there and ask for an emergency veterinarian house call. You began to cuddle up to her, whispering sweet nothings to her to calm her down, and you could tell she was becoming more and more content. Placing a long, sweet kiss to her snout, you reluctantly pulled away.

“Hold on for me, sweetheart. I’m going to get you some help. Just hang in there. Please.”

Your horse just looked at you and you prayed to whatever higher being might hear you that she understood your intentions. You ran back inside to grab a lantern and jacket for the run through the chilly night air. Taking one last look at your horse, you ran as fast as your legs could take you to the village with the vet.

You were sure that when you came running into the village you looked like a complete madwoman, but you didn’t care. All you knew was that you needed to get to the vet’s house as fast as humanly possible. When you saw his house, the front lantern thankfully still lit, you ran up to the door and pounded on it.

“Dr. Becker! Dr. Becker! Please, it’s an emergency! My horse is sick. I need your help, please!”

There was no answer. Your fists collided with the door mercilessly until finally there was movement behind the creaking wood.

“Don’t you realize how late it is, girl?” the older doctor asked, opening the door. He had a disgruntled look on his face that only slightly softened when he noticed how desperate and close to tears you were.

“Please, Dr. Becker, my horse is sick. She can barely stand, won’t eat, and she’s been coughing. I’m begging you, please do an emergency house call right now for her. I don’t know where else to go.”

He sighed, rubbing his hand on his face. “I’m off duty right now, you know.”

“I know. I have money,” you said, pulling out a pouch of coins and letting him inspect them to prove their authenticity. He let out a “hmmph!” and collected his medical bag.

“Come, child. Show me the way.”

When your house came into view, it took all you had to not climb out of the cart you were riding in to run and greet your beloved companion. As Dr. Becker parked his horses, you ran over to your own. She was lying down, completely still.

“No, no, no!” you exclaimed tearfully, your hand in front of her snout to check for breathing. There was none. Dr. Becker made his way over to you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll check to make sure she’s truly gone before I leave.”

As he got on the ground to check her pulse, your mind was reeling. What were you going to do? You barely had enough money to cover the vet visit, there was no way you could afford a whole new horse! And what about your own house calls? You used to ride your horse into the village once a month to help out your elderly customers who couldn’t make the journey to your workshop. The kind veterinarian caught your eye and shook his head.

“I’m sorry. She’s dead.”

You were too numb to cry. In a daze, you handed the doctor your pouch of coins to cover the inconvenience of coming all this way, but he would only accept a third of the full payment.

“You need the money more than I do,” he explained, eyeing your deceased horse and ramshackle house. When he said goodbye and left, you realized you truly were alone. You didn’t know what to do with your horse’s body. It was going to be another hot day tomorrow and you didn’t want her to rot in the sun. It was too late at night to do anything about it, though, so you covered her with a sheet and went to bed.

The next morning was extremely difficult for you. You had to drag your body out of bed, the stresses of last night weighing you down. After you nibbled on a small breakfast, you heard a cart coming down your dirt path.

“Dr. Becker said there was a deceased animal here to dispose of?” one of the men had asked you when you walked outside. You confirmed, pointing the team to white sheet in the pasture. They loaded her onto the cart and you whispered a final farewell to your best friend and most faithful companion. Going back inside, you looked around you, gauging what work still needed to be done. You spied Levi’s cape in the same spot you discarded it hours prior. You knew that had to be finished first since he was coming to pick it up later today. You tried to drown yourself in the work but it didn’t distract you enough. When your tears landed on his cape, it took everything inside you not to scream out in frustration. You went to the bathroom to splash water on your face, hoping it would ground you. Instead, you just took notice of your unkempt appearance. Your life had gone from normal to shambles in a matter of hours and you were at a loss of what to do. It was difficult times like these that made you wonder if you made a mistake leaving Wall Sina…

No.

You couldn’t afford to dwell on things you can’t change. You could only look forward and that’s exactly what you were going to do. Getting ahold of yourself, you reminded yourself that Captain Levi entrusted you with his cape, meaning your career, at least, wasn’t in shambles. You had a great skill set that was near impossible to replicate so at least you had that going for you. You got back to work, still worried about your future but less distraught.

Another work day over, you awaited Levi’s arrival at your door for the pick up of his belonging. When the clock struck 5pm, you expected to hear him knocking at your door, but there was nothing. You didn’t know much about the man, but you knew he was always on time. You furrowed your brows when it turned to 5:10 and there was no sign of him. Was he going to stand you up like everyone else today?

BAM BAM BAM

Whoever was at your door, it certainly wasn’t the captain. You heard bickering on the other side of the door.

“Eren! You can’t pound on a door like that, especially if it’s a lady’s house!”

“Shut up, Armin. We’re in a hurry. I don’t need Captain Levi being any madder at us for being late than he already is.”

You opened the door to reveal a trio of teens.

“Ms. L/n! We’re here to pick up Captain Levi’s cape,” Armin said, a sweet smile on his face. You were well acquainted with these kids, mostly because they were always running into battle and ending up with torn uniforms (especially Eren—what on earth could he be doing to always end up with shredded shirts?).

“I’ll get that for you right away. Please, come in.”

The kids walked into your place, seemingly scrutinizing it.

“Yes, I know it’s dirty and falling apart. Your captain already lectured me on it.”

“That’s no surprise. He’s always in a bad mood,” Eren grumbled. You gave Armin the cape and Mikasa handed you the money. It was a large sum but you couldn’t even find it within your heart to be excited.

“Thanks you guys. Want any treats while you’re here?”

Their eyes lit up. Even Mikasa seemed to have a happier expression on her face as you handed them each a small piece of pastry you had made a few days prior. As they snacked, you noticed Mikasa eyeing your embroidery hoop.

“I do embroidery too. Anything you want, I’ll do it. Personal clothes or inside of uniforms. Names, symbols, whatever. Since you kids are almost single-handedly keeping me in business with all the clothes of yours I fix, the first few personalizations are on the house.”

Mikasa looked lost in thought, like she was remembering a long lost memory or something. All of a sudden, her face turned back to her near emotionless state. The three of them gave you their thanks and were ready to leave when Armin spoke up once more.

“Ms. L/n? Where’s your horse, I brought her a small apple slice. I know how much she loves them.”

You really didn’t want to cry in front of the kids over something so silly but you were close to breaking down.

“She died last night,” you explained, letting out a shaky breath. “She was sick for a short period and died in the 20 minutes I left to get the veterinarian.”

The blonde, upon hearing the news, gave you a big hug. “I’m so sorry, I knew how much you loved her. We all did.”

“What are you going to do now? Get a new one?” questioned Eren.

“I’m not sure yet, but that’s not for you kids to worry about. Now head back before Captain Grumpy finds out you’ve been messing around here too long.” When the kids and their horses were out of view, you let out another long sigh. What were you going to do?

Levi had been swarmed with meetings, swarmed with paperwork, swarmed with people bothering the shit out of him. He was in a worse mood than usual and anybody who got in his way felt his wrath. He felt bad for snapping at people, but his head just hadn’t been in the right place the past few days. Ever since his run ins with the seamstress, she hadn’t left his mind. She was strange to him, too happy go lucky for her own good. She was careless; who walks through forests without a horse these days? She was too kind for her own good. He was also jealous of the way y/n’s job was ridiculously ordinary. Being a seamstress in these times sounded woefully mediocre compared to fighting titans. It was, admittedly, still an important job. He gave her shit for showing preference to Hange’s uniforms, but if he was telling the truth, he would’ve never noticed that she wasn’t using a sewing machine. Her work was neat, precise—traits Levi could appreciate. The thing about y/n that bothered Levi the most was how damn pretty she was. Sure, he’d been attracted to a few women here and there, but they all paled in comparison. There was something about her that was magnetic, pulling Levi in, causing him to want to know more about her. This thought made him want to puke. He couldn’t get attached to any more people, he couldn’t afford to. Levi’s heart had been smashed into too many pieces by now, too many deaths he’d had to face of people he loved. His head was in the right place, trying to convince him to ignore her and focus on his duty as a soldier, but he found himself listening to his heart more and more. Finding that sewing machine for you was a pain in the ass since they were extremely hard to find, especially in working order. He had pulled some strings to get information, eventually buying one off a villager who’d “acquired” it in the interior. Then, him taking you home was something he’d never thought he would do for some stranger, especially letting you hold him in such a way that made his breath catch in his throat and his hands go clammy. The final nail in the coffin was when his fingers disobeyed any notion of common sense, ripping the biggest hole he could manage in his cape for you to fix so you could make some more money. It was no secret he had a soft spot for animals, but there was no reason he should’ve felt as bad for you and your horse as he did. Also, your house was a total wreck and he wanted to scream at Erwin for allowing you to reside there. When he thought back about his actions, he grimaced. You were just some girl he met a few days ago. How were you making such an impact in his life already? That’s why he made Eren and his friends pick up his cape. He needed to avoid you for as long as possible, needing a clear head and heart to save humanity, not pine over a random woman. He looked over the freshly fixed cape, admiring your handiwork. He could barely make out where you had sewed it back together. Your talent was a sight to behold and he was glad his intuition was right to put his trust in you. He placed the soft cloth into a drawer to wear another time and decided he needed some tea to clear his head. When he reached the cafeteria, he overheard the trio talking about you.

“That’s so sad about Ms. L/n’s horse. I wonder how she’s going to keep working without her,” Armin had said. Levi’s eyes widened slightly. Did your horse die that quickly? That would be bad news for you, personally, and him, professionally. He and the Scouts relied on you to come in half the week to do your work in the castle. There was no way you would be walking here and back, Levi would never allow you to put yourself in danger like that. He pretended not to listen, warming water in a kettle.

“I know. I feel bad for her, but there’s no way we can use the resources to keep traveling back and forth every time we need something fixed. It would be easier if she lived here.”

“Maybe if y/n lives here, you won’t have to do uncharacteristically nice things to spend time with her.”

Levi jumped at the sound of Hange’s voice unexpectedly in his ear. “Fuck off, four eyes. You almost made me spill my tea.”

Hange just laughed while Levi rolled his eyes. He hated to admit it, but Eren and Hange both had a point. If you worked for the Survey Corps, why wouldn’t you live with them? There was plenty of room here, it wasn’t like the place was overflowing with soldiers. He took his tea to go, finding solace in the quiet of his room. If Hange and the other soldiers wanted you to live here, fine. He just didn’t want to get involved with anything surrounding you. What did he care what you did, where you lived, what you spent your time doing? And where did Hange get the idea he wanted to spend time with you? Your meetings had been coincidental and ones of convenience. Whether or not you moved in with the Scouts, it would be of no matter to Levi. Like he thought before, he didn’t need another person to care about—you would die prematurely and leave him all alone, just like everyone else did.

Chapter 4

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader angst #levi ackerman x reader fluff #levi fluff #levi angst

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pegasusdrawnchariots · 10 days ago

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Not Shipping Tag Game

tagged by its creator @ninadove~ 🥂

For all relationships — OT3s, broTPs, besties, coworkers, families — that are just as fascinating as (if not more so than) what's happening in the romance department!

List as many/few as u wish & tag some friends :)

Before anyone yells at me: could u ship them romantically? Yes. In fact, some of these also feature on my top 10 ships poll! But that's not what this one is for. Sometimes people are intimate & codependent & silly & toxic & in cahoots & match each other's freak — all this without romance needing to enter the picture

Tagging: @ninadove @oatflatwhite @pixelated-glitter

@justbecringe @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @longagoitwastuesday & anyone else who wants to play! Just say I tagged u :)

Unhinged babblings abt some of these broTPs under the cut so as to spare yr dashes

(Liz don't look at the Leverage one)

Mulder & Scully: yes I love MSR yes I love them as colleagues yes I love them as friends. All is true. For this poll, I have them included as toxically codependent worsties <333 I love how Chris Carter stripped their personal lives away bc Mulder is wholly devoted to the quest & Scully is wholly devoted to Mulder's devotion. Like, Mulder doesn't even have a bed. He eats, sleeps, & breathes this quest. & Scully took one look at him & was like "this man is insufferable & beyond compelling. I'm tanking my career just to see where this all ends up 👀" & they're colleagues. COLLEAGUES. What if we were each other's compass (Field Trip) & each other's pillar (Wetwired) but NOT each other's romantic soulmate (The Field Where I Died) 🥺 & we were colleagues? 😳 Again, I love MSR but Chris Carter's vision for whatever the fuck these two had going on was unparalleled & the fans pushing him to make Mulder & Scully end up together romantically was a MISTAKE there I said it. Seasons 1-5 my beloved. But whatever. Yr main stars are rlly hot & have insane chemistry I get it. The airwaves weren't ready for freak-matching of this proportion that stayed platonic 😔

Winters & Nixon: the Winnix agenda wouldn't be nearly as powerful as it is if they weren't before anything else & at the end of the day Besties :)

Renée & Roe: cute as a ship AND as friends, but the deciding factors here were: A) kind M/F friendships are important to me personally, B) I'm not by default shoving the One Named Woman in BOB into a romantic ship w the only guy she talks to, & C) imo if ur in the dark hell of trying to heal people in an active warzone while the bodies pile high & u won't even hear the shell that kills u, establishing a platonic link is ×100 more compelling than a meetcute w a dating prospect. to me.

Helen, Odysseus, & Menelaos: tbh 70% of the reason this is here is bc of the scene at the Trojan Horse. Where Helen walks around it mimicking the voices of the Greek generals' wives & calling each of them by name, & Odysseus is inside fighting for his life clamping his hand over their mouths & wrestling them back into their seats to prevent them from blowing the whole plan. Genuinely would love to see more of them specifically pitted against each other or working together. I would risk it all for One (1) crafty canny hero, let alone TWO. 20% of the reason they're here is due to the way Menelaos & Helen (but mainly Menelaos) talk abt Odysseus in rhapsody 4, when Telemachos visits them for news of his dad. Oh my god. Oh my god. & the remaining 10% is everything that goes on in the Menelaiad. John Barth are you fucking kidding me. Lives were changed

Cyrano & Roxane: listen no-one ships them as hard as I do (with the possible exception of @ninadove & Henri Le Bret) but THEY WERE FRIENDS FIRST. They were besties!! They were kids together, they learned how to be silly together, & they're silly together to the end (see the gazette scene)!! Also see the hushing scene 🥺💀 In the Weber version, when they keep going "chut ! chut ! 🤫" at each other, at some point towards the end they go "chut !" at the same time & instead put their finger over the OTHER ONE'S mouth >>>>>>> oh my GODDD oh my god they're so playful & fun & their friendship sustains me

Parker & Eliot: "teach me to like things" just kill me now that would be kinder. The intimacy the insecurity the vulnerability ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ Eliot possesses weapons-grade freak & Parker regularly leaves him in the dust, & he's visibly weirded out by this but that's as far as it goes. He regards her w such respect & trusts her about as much as someone like Eliot can trust. & Parker also clearly admires Eliot!! She sees a trait in him that she likes & asks for it directly!! Their friendship just GRAAFAHGFRGRHHFFGR. The moon emoji is there for that one scene in The Three Days of Hunter Job btw. Where Eliot tells her he's seen the rocky sets they used to fake the moon landing. "And they're gonna paint them red & reuse them for the Mars landing" BWXSHHFDKJ I can't with them

#M*A*S*H #The X-Files #Band of Brothers #(the way I was fighting not to make like half of this BOB...)#Gilmore Girls #Psych #Scrubs #The Iliad #The Odyssey #The Menelaiad #Cyrano de Bergerac #House MD #Cowboy Bebop #Leverage #poll #characters #relationships #friends #ninadove

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the-sera · 1 month ago

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would unironically love to hear abt ur dnd character!

With pleasure! I created a giant asmondeus tiefling barbarian multiclassed as a bard, a tall butch named Reyna. She fell in love with a warlock who was born possessed by a dark abyss demon spirit. I ended up sacrificing my character to save that other player's character. But due to a curse, dooming my barbarian to hell when she died, her sacrifice gave her soul redemption which allowed her to ascend to "heaven." With no one to take her place in the darkest pit of hell to receive the punishment, the act of sacrifice motivated by love sparked the birth of my current character in the darkest pit of hell. My little Pow. She tricked her way out of it though.

Pow is a barbarian multiclassed as a bard, from her barbarian mother, with an inherited trait from her warlock mother as well which is a gravity shift. A link to hell itself. It weakens her, stats-wise. I have played her with a curse dice for a long time, one of the deadly sins on each side of the dice (minus envy). I rolled it every session to know which sins she must commit by the end of the session. Her weapon of choice is a summoned reaper scythe taller than her, she is like 5"1 or so and her wife is 6ft. Her hair are down to her butt, her skin is red, her horns are now mate gold (since resurrection) and the goddess gave her bright pink irises (but they used to be firey orange.) A selfish, loud, disrespectful, cowardly and greedy little beast, with a lot of love to give and in need of a lot more love to receive. She is also very much a moron, but is convinced she is a genius. Ironically, she calls other people morons often. She is a troublemaker driven by her immediate needs, a horny, hungry, heavy drinker who's general overconfidence is tested daily. She is very strong and a great seducer, but that's about it. She is a devil born from a tiefling curse. Some sort of mutant of both.

There has been no shortage of events, including Pow seducing a Queen to save the party from a guilty verdict for crimes against humanity; the whole party infiltrating a James Bond-esque soiree so she gets to dance with the girl of her dreams; Accidentally setting fire to a church and cursing a village forever and just run away before getting blamed for it; Dying to save the entire party then seducing the goddess of love and being granted a second chance to live as a gift for becoming her lover; Turning a hydra into a raspberry bush that rotted when the party forgot about it, leaving the homebase flooded with raspberries that multiplied up to our waist forever; Winning a dance duel against breakdancing gnomes; Turning a white dragon into an elf lady using a one time item, hooked up before she turned back into a dragon and is now an angry ex with the intention to kill Pow on sight... and yes we almost died because of this, the dragon got half the party down, several horses were killed in the making of this session; just to name a few.

After all those years, she got a bit more stable and smarter (a little, her wife taught her how to read), broke free from her curse (dice), she now has a tiefling wife who is one of the most famous beauties of the realm. They have two kids, one of which briefly died but was brought back to life during a portion of the third campaign, in which Pow became the BBEG on a violent chase to resurrect her child. Everything worked out in the end. She made peace with her warlock mom who is herself now the ruler of a city. Pow and her wife (and kids) now live on a tropical italianesque-spanishesque island type of place. She now owns a small castle, and neither her or her wife get much sleep due to their kids. But they are all very happy and live a good life.

That's about it I think. I miss that chaotic freak.

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links-in-time · 6 months ago

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Hero's Scars

Part 2

@hyruledwarriorr

I'm really enjoying exploring Trans-Link as a character. Having trans people in my life is a big help and the first chapter was so well received I felt more confident continuing this fic.

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Link awoke with a start in unfamiliar surroundings. As his dream faded however, he remembered where he was. His platoon was still stationed at the village on the Zora border. He lay in a narrow bed in a small room at the Inn. Next door he could hear some of the other commanders getting up and about through the thin walls. He sighed and plopped his head back against the pillow, dropping an arm over his closed eyes to shut out more of the morning light. He didn't want to get up. As uncomfortable as the bed was, it was preferable to getting saddle sore on a long ride back to Castle Town.

The report he sent from their last mission would have reached Princess Zelda by now. She would be expecting his platoon to return to the castle and for him to receive his next orders. He also hoped there would be updates on Cia's whereabouts and any new monster attacks.

But in order to find those things out, he had to get out of bed and get back on his horse. Link hated long journeys, but that was part of his job. He'd much rather charge headlong into an enemy fortress, but first he had to get there. Which usuly evolved a lot of marching and riding. Perhaps he could chat with Sara on their way back.

Link's mind wandered back to their conversation by the river last night. He laid his hands over his chest and thought about what she'd said to him. She'd been so kind and understanding. Sara hadn't pushed him for answers, she hadn't even asked about his scars. Link had many scars to be fair, but the ones below his pecks were precise and obviously not made by the blow of a weapon. Impa had known what they meant, trans men and women were common and accepted among the Sheikah tribe. She hadn't understood Link's desire to hide this fact about himself, but she had agreed to keep his secret. Sara had told Link to keep his secrets to himself, unless he wanted to tell her. Which, now he thought about it, perhaps he did.

***

Outside the town, curled up in the tent she shared with three other female soldiers, Sara packed up her equipment into her pack.

"So, tell us what happened last night," one of the girls, Jade, entreated. She gave Sara a playful punch to the shoulder.

"What d'you mean?" Sara asked in return.

"Oh come on, we all saw you leave the Inn last night with Link. What did you and the Hero get up to down by the river last night?" Jade asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"What?! Nothing, we didn't get up to anything. The Captain just wanted some fresh air and I offered to keep him company. That's all," Sara insisted. It was mostly true after all. She just wasn't about to tell these gossiping coccos what the two of them talked about.

"Alright," Jade reeled in her questioning. "I know you've been sweet on the Captain for a while now. Just thought you might have got lucky at last."

"No. Besides, it's a minor crush. Lots of people have crushed on Link, but nothing ever comes of it. His mission is too important to be distracted by base desires." Sara insisted, crossing her arms after fastening her pack.

"Well, if I found myself alone with that tall glass of handsome, we wouldn't just be talking, trust me!"

Sara thought about the red head she had sent packing the previous evening. How Link had been utterly adverse to the idea of hooking up with random people. In the wild scenario Jade was describing, she didn't think Link would be reciprocating her intentions.

***

As predicted the journey back to the castle was long and uneventful. Link supposed he should see it as a blessing that they hadn't been ambushed on the road. But plodding along in formation along the dusty road was numbing his brain. He needed to talk to someone who wasn't a General, or a messenger.

Scanning the heads of the soldiers behind him, he searched for Sara. From his viewpoint atop his steed, he spotted her a few rows behind him, marching in step with everyone else. Link steered his horse off the road slightly and dismounted. He gave the reins to a page to guide the horse along with the convoy, while he went to find Sara. Link spotted her again and he managed to catch her eye without having to call out her name. For a moment Sara hesitated. It was one thing socialising with Link away from the rest of the army, but in broad daylight? She groaned at the tease fest she would get once they returned to base. But Link wasn't just a friend he was her commander, if he wanted to speak to her she couldn't really refuse.

Sara fell out of step with the rest of the troops and stepped out of formation. She trotted over to where Link stood smiling waiting for her. They continued walking together without saying a word for a long time, falling in with the rest of the army between two groups of soldiers. Although they had a few metres of space between them and the soldiers ahead and behind, their conversation would be easily overheard.

"How are you this morning Soldier?" Link asked, refraining from making eye contact with Sara. Instead he stared straight at the road ahead, as though he were still up on his horse, surveying the land.

"I'm well, thank you. How did you sleep Captain?" Sara asked, thinking it was an innocent enough question.

"Fitfully. But I can't remember having a decent night's rest since this war began," Link replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You should ask the medics to give you something to help you sleep?" Sara suggested.

"They already do!" Link replied cheerfully. "Unfortunately it doesn't always work or I forget to bring it with me when we go away on long campaigns like this one turned out to be. Cia's threats often keep me up at night."

"I can't imagine what that must be like. I sometimes have trouble sleeping. But that's more to do with the war. I've seen a lot of things I'd rather forget," Sara turned her gaze to the dusty dirt beneath her feet as she spoke. Her right hand gripped the handle of her sword.

Link noticed her discomfort and tried to change the subject.

"I wanted to thank you for your council last night," he said.

"My council? Oh, it wasn't all that much really," Sara protested.

"No, I was in a low place and you helped pull me back up again. I'd say that's something." Link paused, attempting to phrase his next words in his mind. "You remember you said you'd listen if I wanted to talk?" He asked in a lower tone, glancing sideways at Sara to judge her reaction.

"Of course," she gave a little nod.

"Well, we're a day's march away from the castle. And when I get back I'll be dragged into endless meetings. But if I can get away for a short time, would you mind if we talked?" Link asked a little sheepishly.

"Talked?" Sara parroted.

"Yeah, maybe not in the guards chambers. But some place in the castle or my quarters? We wouldn't be disturbed there," he suggested.

Sara's mind began spinning. Only this morning Jade had been teasing her about her crush on Link. Now here was the man himself asking to talk to her in private. Of course it wasn't the same as him asking her out on a date or professing his undying love. But she was startled by the proposition.

"Um, I have guard duties and cleaning rotas and drill training when we get back," she stammered, a little abashed by how different their responsibilities were.

"Oh, I see." Link replied, unable to disguise how dejected he felt from his voice. Equally disappointed, Sara tried to add a silver lining.

"But those things don't go on forever. I could always swap duty shifts with someone if need be. And I have a few days leave I haven't used yet."

"Do you know who authorises your leave?" Link asked, momentarily stunning Sara with his question.

"Er, no. Some officer I guessed."

"You're half right. It is an officer, this officer." He pointed his thumb at his chest.

Maari snorted out a laugh.

"Pft! I didn't realise you had a sense of humour Captain!" She teased.

"What?! I'm not all seriousness and stoicism 24/7." Link replied, pretending to he hurt by her observation.

"Well, you could have fooled me."

***

The army returned to Castle Town late in the evening. The town bells were striking nine when the last troops passed through the city gates. Tired, hungry and foot sore, the soldiers checked in their weapons and equipment before turning in for the night. Those who had homes in town returned to them, while the rest of the soldiers went back to the barracks.

Link passed Sara in the corridor on the way back to his chambers and they both bid each other a goodnight before disappearing into their own rooms.

What Link really wanted was to flop onto his bed and sleep. But he needed a bath and his clothes needed to be laundered. He checked the time on the clock above his desk. It was a quarter to midnight. The bathhouse would be empty this time of night. Link usually washed late at night to avoid unwanted company. The few times he had found himself amid a small crowd of soldiers, he had had to wait until they all left before he could step out of the water and wrap a towel around himself. Therefore midnight baths had become a ritual of his.

Slipping into a pair of clean plain trousers and a bed-shirt, Link grabbed his washbag and scurried off through the building. He saluted and offered brief greetings to the guards he met around the castle, but he didn't see or speak to anyone else.

When he reached the bath house it was blessedly empty. So were most of the great big wooden tubs around the room. But a few were half filled with tepid water. Link walked to a tub at the far end of the room and turned on the large tap beside it. For a moment nothing happened and he was afraid the hot water had been turned off for the night. But a second later a sputtering gush of hot water hit the surface and began to bubble away in the tub.

Link added his favourite salts to the rising water and a drop of the bubble bath he had bought from a travelling Gerudo merchant. The scent of lavender and hyacinth wafted around the room, soothing his tired and aching head and drawing him towards the bath. Link pulled off his clothes and kicked off his shoes before clambering over the edge of the tub and slowly sinking beneath the water.

Leaving the tap running to keep the hot water coming, Link reached down to his bag and pulled out the jar of medicine from within. He unscrewed the lid and scooped out a finger full of the gloopy ointment. Lifting himself out of the water slightly he rubbed the cream into his chest scars, then licked the remainder off his fingers. The effects were almost instantaneous, but there were some which were longer lasting. For example the thicker hair in his pits and round his crotch. His markedly deeper voice and his blessed lack of period cramps for a start. By Hylia he didn't miss those!

The salve also had a healing effect on his scar tissue, as well as helping to balance his hormones. Though he had been warned that it could also prevent him sleeping, he already had enough trouble in that area to notice any difference.

Another thing Link failed to notice was Sara creeping in through the doorway.

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A Little Moxxie Love Party:Gothic Hotties

Eva vs Imp

When puberty hit some girls like a freight train, it could be make or break, so to say Eva had hit the jackpot was a fuckmothering understatement at the very least. A walking, living, breathing definition of big titty goth girl with the libido to match and she damn well knew it, mothers lock up your sons and lads, hide your nads when Eva was out on the town on the prowl. At least that would usuaully be the case if she ever gave them the time of day anymore, having had a one track mind since that fateful night she'd encountered.....him and couldnt get him out of her head. Hard not to after what could only be summed up as having gotten ravished in such a way that not even her biggest toys could come close to scratching her itch so what guys could even compare anymore?

Yet Eva was in a state of mind where her crush was pretty turning into absolute hatred after having her heart and dreams crushed by the “love of her life”. First the bastard ignored her and never came or called back, now the only time she was even reminded he was around was the latest social media picture or video post of him wrecking one of the random Barbie doll bimbos around about town and the neighbourhood. If that's how he wanted to be than fine by her but she'd get her revenge on that heartbreaking, backstabbing two timing horse cocked gimp-masked fuckwipe!! So she decided the best way to get her much desired pound of flesh was to find a means that would be ideal for killing a seemingly superhuman freakshow like him was to use someone or something equally freaky and what would be more apropos than to summoned a demon from hell to take care of that bag of dicks?

It'd taken a while of course to find exaclty what she'd needed to get the job done, sure she was mad as all fuck but she wasn't desperate enough, let alone stupid enough to sell her soul. Leave it to some of her gal pals on the Goth Gals forum message board to do her solid and link her some instructions for a summoning ritual they guaranteed would be just she needed. No strings attached, just draw up the seal, place the candles to light, etc and presto, instant hellspawn minion, no soul required. But what she doesn’t realize was that when she summoned the creatures that would get the job done, it wouldn't be the one she was intending but also find someone that could take the pain away and become her new love.

But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here aren't we? Let us check in our kinky goth pixie who we find in her bedroom, home alone and fucking thankful for that what with her folks out for the long weekend. Once upon a time having the house to herself would be when she'd have one of her simp boytoys over for a nice easy lay but that wasn't the case since the "Incident" anymore. This night however, she had her room looking a few steps way from looking like the ideal spot for a Satanic cult or a Witch's Sabbath, no lights save for some candles in key places and eerie demonic symbols and runes decorating the floor. Just light these suckers up, read the incantation chant and she'd be set to go.....

Eva could just picture it already, a big hunky Cerberus or some studly incubus who would tempt her and rut her in ways that'd ruin her even further for human men. Perhaps even tempt and make that traitorous gimp masked bastard jealous and regret ever ditching her and wasting time with rando bimbos!! So you can imagine her shock and disappointment to find what she got was nothing like that, oh no. Instead of what should've been a demon version or equivalent to the Trasher, she found herself looking upon a goddamn runt imp!!

Not just any imp of course because come on, you all know this story at this point!! Yes sir it was none other than our fave little possum, who had on a bath robe as he was set to enjoy a nice, warm shower and yet here he was in the living world facing off a pissed off, big titty goth girl. What was it with these sort of girls and their sense of timing and where were they even getting this ritual from? Hell why was it set to call him up any and every damn time? But that was neither here nor there for the time being, right now he knew what had to be done.

Eva on her end of things was looking ready to choke a bitch, especially and specifically the bitches who lied to her about this summoning!! Where was her big bitch breaking demon cock that would make her lover boy jealous?!! Only for her icey blue eyes to widen and her jaw drop as Moxxie nonchalantly opened his robe and dropped it off of his frame. Flashing her quite a juicy set of legs and...a nice big old red imp cock. Making the kinky goth shudder as her pussy began to gush and dribble as suddenly the Trasher became the furthest thing from her mind.

So that glorified bbc flasher wanted to waste his time with rando bimbo Barbie dolls? Fine then, she had a new lord and master worthy of her love as Eva was shamelessly kneeling naked on the floor before Moxxie, sucking him off with a powerful, intense blowjob. Outright choking and suffocating on his big imp cock which was facefucking her in response much to her shamelessly lewd delight of course. Inches upon Inches of pussy pleasing meat sinking past her luscious violet painted lips and using her mouth and throat like a pocket pussy promising that the infamous Trasher would soon be a distant memory to a point of being forgotten entirely.

But ooh as soon as that cock went from making her face feel like an oral pussy to penetrating her actual one, Eva could swear she was seeing god!! The rush and thrill of her pussy being filled by that saliva lubed up hunk of fuckmeat as it hammered and pounded her womb, proving that her encounter with the Thrasher hadn't ruined her entirely for men. But Moxxie would certainly finish the job, as he approached fucking this slutty goth girl the same way he would approach killing a target when circumstances went his way. Thorough, efficient and downright brutal!!

It had started out simple but effective with a basic missionary position, the goth babe looking on in orgasmic awe at her stomach bulging from the depth of the imp's length and girth. Before she soon found herself being pressed and folded in a mating press as the little red possum showed himself quite strong for handlig a woman quite his size. Her mind going numb with erotic bliss as his tongue invaded her mouth and slobbered away on her pierced tits, making her arch her spine and curl her toes. Her big goth booty clapping its thunderbun cheeks with every smack of those crimson balls with a rhythmic impact.

On and on the pair went, as Eva felt herself living out a pornographic montage far superior to the onslaught she had received from her now unworthy former crush. This was the real one true love of her life, as he took and fucked her like a real man should and could be able to, from mounting her doggy style and prone bone like the bitch in heat she was, to holding and groping her as he had her riding his infernal shaft in forward and reverse cowgirl which allowed him to enjoy the view of her bouncing, clapping tits and ass. Orgasms rocking her one after another and he had yet to cum himself but the times he did, she relished with delight. Showing little to no signs of stopping long into the late twilight hours.

By the time morning finally came, Eva wincing as the sunlight poured into her room while she stirred awake to find herself naked, sticky and sore in all the right places. Pouting as she found Moxxie gone, no doubt the ritual completed yet smiled as she found a note from him with his contact details, feeling absolutely giddy with glee. More so as she went on over to her computer to unlock the desktop and see that her secret cam stream ahd gone over without a hitch. Meaning she successfully displayed her full on marathon with the man she now knew was the only one she'd ever need as she shut off the stream and started searching her room for any and every tracer or reminder or her previous crush to dispose of.

Make no mistake, that kinky goth was already counting down the days before she'd decide to call and be with Moxxie once again. While her little secret porn livestream made quite the stir online with a copy even getting forwarded to Skullfuck productions, where Mr.Sketch and his personal assistant watched on with interest. The flaming skullheaded enigma's bizarre brain running with ideas for his little imp muse and making plans to consider hiring Eva as a future star. She just seemed the sort of gal who wouldn't mind selling her soul...especially with the right incentive....

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Goth Mommy in the Mood

Linda'd found that she'd been feeling lonely lately but not in a romantic sense mind you, but you see jer friends, God she loved them but they could be such a handful at times, had been driving her crazy and she needed some relief, the kind that only a nice little fling would be able to accomplish. But like Hell she was going to fish for and find some even halfway decent catches in a bar or nightclub, slim pickings for sure but if anyone was sure to have a good idea or two then it was bound to available on the internet. Christ if need be, she'd likely settle for a good Skullfuck Productions skinflick to jill off and flick her bean to, especially with some of that new stuff they'd been putting out on release recently. That Mysterious M guy was major fantasy fuel and the mask was a nice touch to really add to the name, to say nothing of that dick!!

When looking online she found something that got her attention on the Desperate Goth Gals forum, exclusive to its subscribed members under a simple title, "The Ritual". Figuring what harm as it seemed a good way to kill her boredome and pass the time, with a smile she decides she'd try and perform it, writing down the instructions set up in the guide posts with the adjustment requested online by Gothpiggyslayer2K, and darkherronqueen69. Making it clear that if she wanted some real mileage of out this, all she had to do was use a digital or electronic candle as the central Master candle, that way she could keep the promised demon around long enough. It certainly helped the terms and conditions ensured there was no catch or fine print and no risk at all to her eternal soul, talk about a real find even if she doubted it might actually work

A quick prep and set-up, few electric/digital candles and one chant later, none other than Moxxie is summoned once again, looking annoyed, a coffee cup in hand indicating this was some bad timing for him. As it was clear this was far from the first time he got called up to the living world, judging by his body language as he took a look around her room amidst the setup. Seems he was no stranger to finding himself in a goth girl's room, no surprise there BUT when he turned to see her, he couldn't help himself become enraptured with her. Oh he'd seen and "dealt" with his share of goths but sweet inferno, Lindel seemed to be in a whole other league while she herself looked upon the imp with stunned silence, no doubt of all the things to call up from Hell, this was what she got?

However once the shock soon wore off, Lindel couldn't help but squeal with joy and delight as she picks Moxxie up in her arms kissing him and calling him adorable. Hugging him close and tight as he caressed his snowballed little horned head and caused his face to be planted deep into the warm, soft valley of her chalk pale tits. Pretty much smothering the sweet little possum as he felt himself in marshmallow heaven and all all at once, oh certainly this sort of reaction from the big titty goth girl wasn't rare or unexpected but there was only so much he could endure. Lindel of course soon obliging his unspoken plea for mercy as she held him further back a bit no doubt to better take in what a little cutie she had in her grasp.

Moxxie:*She actually had a few questions about the underworld and hell what with being a horror junkie and all, especially if for all churches liked to preach about brimstone and damnation, was it so bad if it had such a little sweetheart like him in? Her semi-rapid fire pace of questions adding to the earlier overwhelming motorboating but when the interia soon wore off, he spoke up. "you know what, let's get this over with........." *The next thing tall, pale and gorgeous knew, he suddenly grabbed her before kissing her and pinning her to the bed as the momentum of the sudden make-out ambush caused her to fall back and land on it. Until she was soon gladly making out with the sweet little possum, moaning from his skilled and oh so invasive tongue slithering around to practically fuck her throat as they rolled around and about the bed getting one another stripped of their clothing.*

What follows is a long and thorough pounding from Moxxie as he played into the dominant role taking the hot Goth like a beast, showing how he earned his title mentioned in the Ritual as the Finest Lover in all of Hell, asking if Mommy liked what he got. Moans and cries of ecstasy escaping her lips as she was taken doggy style, her albino booty jiggling and clapping from every impact of each single inch of that Big Imp Cock fucking her hot, sloppy pussy. The walls echoing with the erotic rhythm of a red skin smacking chalk bone white as he'd pull on her ebony hair or slap her naughty booty. The usually cool, aloof goth's face red with a blush of arousal and sporting an expression known in some circles as an ahegao indicating just intensely she as being fucked.

Lindel says that Mommy loves it and wants more, drooling with ectasy as her brain became numb and stupid from overwhelming overdose of pleasure flooding it. The imp obliging her as he maintained a steady, intensifying rhythm, thrusting and pumping into the embrace of the goth's slutty pussy. And she could tell he was only just getting started on rocking her morbid, spooky world. Which ensured she was going to be numb and sore in all the right ways when this was all said and done.

The use of a digital/electronic master candle certainly helped, ensuring that she needn't rush things with Moxxie, who of course was a very through lover. From giving her a powerful facefuck as her head hung off the edge of the bed to mounting and holding onto her waist as he fucked her ass with her bent over on her feet, grasping her curtains for fear life. Moxxie soon quite stunned to find the goth mama to be quite the woman as she was actually keeping up and still standing with him, the pair catching their breaths as they rested on the messedup sweat and juice soaked sheets of the bed. The afterglow taking effect as they caught their breaths.

After a few hours of such intense fucking, both grew tired, a feat not achieved by Moxxie save for only a few times (his first time with Millie, ever, among a few others)as the pair decided to actually spend a bit of the time to bond, watching a few horror movies. Moxxie was taking an interest in Saw, not really caring for all the pointless torture porn and gore but for the death puzzles as it gave him some ideas for traps he could use on earth for his job. Because some assholes deserved a lot worse and slower than a bullet to the brain, as he and Lindel continued to get better acquainted socially as well as erotically. Before they soon once again found themselves making out and picking up right back where they had left off....

Whereas before of course had been more primal, raw and animalistic, this marathon session was more sensual and passionate. The goth mama and the imp love machine now on a more personal level as she currently bounced and rode his shaft at a gentler pace. Hands clasped with his as they opted for a more tantric approach, but no less lusty and determined to bring one another to the peak of climactic ecstasy. The seconds and minutes the Ritual afforded them seeming to move at a pace where both needn't rush their sense of enjoyment as they kept up at it, long and well into the night.

After deciding to go home, both having felt satisfied and fulfilled in their little rut, he gave her a card with his phone number. After all, wouldn't be any harm to do this again, albeit of course with a proper date and time arranged. Giving Lindel one last sweet kiss goodbye and says next time around, he'll let his wife join him. Soon as he was gone home in a puff of demonic smoke when the master candle was shut off, Lindel smiled and sits down to reflect on what had been a helluva an encounter.

All the while she wondered how her friends would handle the compact stud, as she had herself some wicked, fun little ideas. Said friends feeling a strange shuddering sensation run down along their spine as they had a feeling they'd be having a case of blown out backs and numb legs. While Millie back with her man was more than excited to get to learn the details about the latest hot sexy piece of ass her man had met and won over this time around. There was just something about goth girls and her Moxxie.....

And believe you me, wouldn't be the first or last goth girl in the pair's life to come their way. Especially with that Ritual going around which of course begs the questions. Who had made that thing and how did it become enough public knowledge like this? Who can say for sure.....

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Weird Goth

Tambry was down in the dumps and we're talking big time enough that you could tell just by looking at her but the how and why she was nearing a risk of emo levels of depression? Well might be because she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend of a few years, resident wanna-be rockstar and walking, talking teen wangs Robbie Valentino ooooh how she had tried, tried to keep making it work with the jerk!! She had done so much to try to keep his attention from dressing more scantily to even using some size changing crystal to make her ass and breasts bigger tbut unfortunately the spark had just died. However while most girls in her position would mope and mourn in their room after a break up, they'd follow through by destroying or getting rid of any and everything that reminded them of their ex.

But Tambry you see, is a Gravity Falls girl and of course that didn't mean she had to do it all regular like that, hell the fuck no. She had heard one way to get over a man after a breakup was to get under another for a little fling, no strings attached, just a quick, guilt free boning. She'd considered going to town hero Dipper Pines, who had seriously hit the jackpot on puberty starting with a major growth spurt but he was taken and besides given the history he especially had with Robbie when he was 12 going on 13, that would've been considered too petty. Oh sure Wendy would've likely been glad to lend a hand but Tambry was feeling more in the mood for a dude to get the job done and she sure as hell wasn't going to ask any other guys.....Gravity Falls was slim pickings and besides maybe even bottom of the barrell last resort.

Eventually she checked online browsing her phone and found something that seemed like it might be the solution to her problem, some sort of a ritual, that's said it would summon an amazing lover. Now it certainly had to be too good to be true so naturally she had to go into detail and see if there was any catch or fine print involved. So far though it had all seemed pretty legit, she didn't even have to offer up her soul or anything similar in an equivalent exchange, just a few key accessories, a few symbols to write and draw and a chant to read. Though usernames DarkHerronQueen6669 and GothPiggySlayer2K recommended that if she wanted the little devil dude around longer, the master candle had to be electronic, even using an app thst displayed a lit candle to act as substitute woild do.

They insisted, from first hand experience apparently, that the difference was very effective when they tried out it personally even including a video link she decided she’d check out later. For now what followed was a quick supply run, some setting up per the instructions here and there and voila!! Soon she found herself all ready to go, she had to admit with how her room was by default, this whole set up didn't even look out of place. Once she lit and placed the digital Master Candle in place, she goes through the ritual’s final main phase and summons this demonic lover boy it so greatly promised..

Cue the usual theatrical quality smoke and mirrors, because clearly whoever had originally set this thing up had a flair for the dramatic, Tambry was starting to think she had gotten ripped off. Sitting in what was some sort of chair like you’d see a movie director sitting in as they were doing a shoot, was our some sort of horned possum reading…was that a script? Yes folks, it was Moxxie yet again (because come on who were you expecting?) who had clearly found himself called up right when he was busy glossing over his boss’ latest pending smut project and the look on his face made it clear, he was used to this happening. A calm sigh as he put the script aside from the moment, he adjusted, Tambry had to admit, his cute little bow tie as he looked her way and figured it was best the two get down to business.

Sure Tambry doubted this little guy wa going to roc her world but hey he was pretty easy on the eyes, right? But of course ever the attentive little gentleman, the imp could see hesitation in her face and so figured they could ease any uncomfortable so they began to talk. A brief exchange of introductions, getting to know each other and in no time at all, Tambry actually found herself opening up to the little guy, seriously he just seemed so trust worthy and she wasn’t usually one for confiding in others, hence part of why she was on her phone so often. Naturally this had lead to her admitting the exact reasons why she had even gone through doing this summoning ritual in the first place and going by the body language of the imp, wasn’t the first time he heard that sort of thing.

So of course our sweet possum was more than up to giving the goth hottie her much needed act of spite but felt it fair to try offering her a chance to back out but she says she's okay with it. Somehow just getting acquainted with Moxxie just felt so nice, so right to her that somehow just doing a fling for spiting he ex was the furthest thing from her mind. Right about now all she just wanted was for the little sweetheart to show her a Good time and call her crazy but the lighting n here really seemed to make her feel all…romantic. Her eyes getting all hazy with lust as she leaned in close, locking lips with the imp as they kissed and began to make out, softly, slowly, intimately…

Tambry hadn't had a fair share of kisses and make out sessions in her romantic life to say the least but hot damn if Moxxie wasn't setting a standard that would put any wanna-bes to shame. His quite gifted tongue practically making hers dance with it as her every nerve was becoming tingly with a growing pressure of pleasure flooding it as it made its way along her spine and right to her brain. Sweet fucking Lord Almighty, she couldn't believe that she was cumming just from a kiss but there was no mistaking that warm, sticking sensation she was feeling under her skirt. It was so overwhelmingly orgasmic that before she knew it, she was naked as the imp had stripped her of her clothes as well as his own, causing her eyes to drip down to see what she'd be dealing with.

To say she was feeling so damn wet right now would be an understatement, shock and erotic awe hazing her vision as she gazed on the imp's cock. Only for him to then proceed to take her to Bone-Town and having her screaming like a banshee, begging and crying for more from her imp daddy as inch after inch of his demonic, glorious cock pounded her snatch like a jackhammer. Wrapping her arms and legs around him to hold on for dear life and keep him close as if not wanting him to disappear just in case this was all just some dream. But oooh no, that talented tongue of his dancing with her own, the smacking of those heavy balls, the delicious rhythm of crimson skin smacking tanned skin as juices splashed with every impact and more made it all very clear she was wide awake and not dreaming....and Imp Daddy Moxxie had only just begun.

Second into minutes which went on to become hours and Tambry felt like she could die of pleasure overload, orgasms hitting her one after the other like cars on a freeway piling up as they crashed into each other. Moxxie putting her ex to shame and then some with an onslaught of sexual magic as she found herself developing a fondness for quite a few positions he'd put her through more than once. Doggy style and cowgirl especially proved to be her favourites and oh to say nothing of just how fan-fucking-tastic he felt plowing her ass or facefucking her as if her mouth and throat were an oral pussy. Whoever had this guy for a boyfriend or husband had to be the luckiest bitch on the planet and likely had to use a wheelchair just to get around, as the goth and the imp continued with their own tandem hentai montage with little to no signs of stopping.

Unknown to them, Robbie had been outside thinking might have been too quick to break up with her and so had been on his way to try and patch things up. Only for the emo boy to feel like he was going to have to go into an open grave and whine like the little bitch he was as struggled to deny hearing what sounded like her with another man. Really with how loud Tambry was being right now, it was likely the whole neighbourhood could hear it, if not all of Gravity Falls local townies and oddities or even the whole state of Oregon. Particularly whenever she would howl and holler out how much bigger and better Moxxie's cock was and how much better in the sack he was than Emo Valentino. Suffice to say, Robbie Boy's ego and sense of manhood were pretty much shattered...

Not that Tambry cared enough about him to ever even consider giving him the time of day anymore after such a wild night, hugging the imp like a plush toy as they snuggled together in the afterglow. Idly making out as they made some small talk and exchanged contact information mainly so if the next time she ever wanted a repeat, he wanted to at least schedule an appointment. More than willing to oblige the little love machine after such a wonderful time, sharig one last kiss good bye. Pouting adorably as she found herself missing him already, the sweetest guy she'd ever met..and of course he lived in Hell of all places...

A day or so since that night, Tambry was browsing the clothing stores at Gravity Falls Mall, looking for something sexy to wear that she could send pictures of to Moxxie. Oh sure nude selfies and all were spicy but she wanted to know what he'd like, when she ran into none other than resident heiress Pacifica Northwest, who it just so happens was also doing the same. The 2 social media babes had never thought they'd ever have something in common but sharing and comparing their Moxxie experience? Well not a bad way to start a new friendship....or a club to form with all sorts of members to have in on it...what's another secret club in Gravity Falls, right?

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