#love my body shes doing her best even at her worst shes still hot <3 anyway! time 2 find a movie to watch

[local-lamppost]

Act 3 Thoughts

Watched Wicked, came home, waited 20 minutes, binged Act 3. I do not recommend this lifestyle. Anyway...

I was so satisfied with where we ended up, but I would have also appreciated about 20 minutes to an hour more. It felt like some beats were skipped over, they wanted to get to specific endings and didn't have the time to wrap them up as neatly as I would've liked.

Maddie is a good example. She's a plant for Ambessa, okay but when and why did she become one? She couldn't have been one before Cait being named commander and when we next see her she's pushing for Cait to take power back from Ambessa. Did Ambessa just message her right after Cait and Vi started working together again as like a "the woman you love's actual love is back in the picture, you can either wallow or get revenge with me", but also made a smarmy remark about Cait 'at least being warm' or something. We didn't need to absolve Cait or villainize Maddie for their 'relationship' because they didn't even have a relationship-just a coping mechanism for Cait, similar to Vi's drinking. At best it was all unnecessary and at worst a waste of time.

Away from that, I want to focus on some good.

I am officially a JayVik shipper now. Them disappearing into a void together, encircled with each other, after Viktor spend however long within timelines/multiverses in hopes of finding a Jayce able to bring him back to his humanity? Come on, they needed to kiss. Especially after Jayce and Mel's low key break up. Honestly we were denied the three of them working together, because they would have been unstoppable.

Speaking of Mel, I love her. I love her design, her powers, her matricide, her taking command of Ambessa's armies, etc. I wish we could have seen more of her adapting to her new powers, finding peace with what she now is. There could have been a cool interaction with Viktor over how Arcane power has changed them both for better and worse.

I don't think Mel's story is done. With other characters, I can see them coming in for future story arcs as like, cameos or background details, but if the next LoL story is in Noxus I fully expect Mel to be a major player again.

Back to Jayce. I like Jayce, that could be my Arcane hot take, and I definitely want to write something more in depth on him. On all the characters really. For now, I'll just say that his determination to destroy everything he has built, because the only creation worth saving is his relationship with Viktor is just... glorious.

Viktor was amazing. I love Viktor in the lore, and they took his traits from the lore and amped them up to eleven. His body being destroyed and rebuilt, the process of which has chipped away his humanity and mutilated his dreams. He lives up to his own quote: "In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good. We have to make it right."

Ekko is a character I never realize I miss. That sounds mean, it probably is, but I am never the less so happy to see him every time. It's like finding the missing piece you didn't even know was lost: that is Ekko to me. His mini adventure in the parallel universe was adorable. Us getting to see what could've been alongside learning what matters most to Ekko, him getting a taste of a near perfect life and still choosing to return to his own time. That's why Ekko is the true hero of this story.

In terms of Jinx, I'll just say I'm not a hundred percent sure she's dead. The airship leaving at the end followed by her scribbled sign off, plus not getting a dead body shot. It was definitely left open ended. Her looking to do something good, to not mess up, alongside her fear of not wanting to try again because she is just tired of failure, of being a Jinx, was too real in many ways. I will go in depth on her at a later date.

Caitlyn's arc is going to be argued about, no question. It needed more time (see the start of this long post) to make her point of her anger burning away, of it not being sustainable, hit harder. I would have made her realize what her anger was doing to Vi, have Jinx point out that they really are acting the same in their treatment of Vi, and use the whole Ambessa was literally stoking the fires of her hatred to help fit what time they had left. Honestly just have Cait learn Ambessa was the one behind the memorial attack, that would be a much better way to explain her anger diminishing enough to look beyond her own hurt to realize and take account of her mistakes.

Vi, as usual, needed more screen time. Not necessarily because her story would've been helped by it like in act two, but just because I wanted her to have more time to enjoy her life. I went into act three with the sole hope that Vi would have a nice day, only for her to loose everything again. The only people she has left are Cait and Ekko, and god help anyone who tries something against those too now. Her ending being the chance to finally rest, to lean on someone else, was beautiful. She is my favorite character and please let her have only good things in the future, she was traumatized in almost every scene this season please-

Nobody tell Vi that in a universe where she died young everyone else ended up living. It would destroy her.

Vi and Cait relationship was great. I wouldn't say it was rushed in act three, because it felt like it was where it should be for a final batch of episodes, if that makes sense. It felt like the set up was Cait being genuinely remorseful and Vi just wanting someone in her life who wanted her in return. It helps that they have great chemistry and that when given the chance they fit so neatly together. I think Jinx encouraging Vi to be with Cait is what sold it to me. Jinx realizing how much Vi has given/sacrificed and giving her blessing for her sister to be happy with someone she disapproves of; not to mention Cait pulling the guards from their posts to give Vi the chance to actually meet Jinx in order to have that conversation. All in all, it comes down to Vi's "I don't care" because that's really all there is too it for them. Vi is done being miserable and Cait makes her happy, vice versa. Cait is someone Vi can rely on, Vi is someone Cait can find strength in.

Spitfire round:

Sevika being made a councilor

Every single one of Mel, Cait, and Jayce's designs were 10/10s

Vi not being given an actual uniform, just armor and the gloves

Jinx cutting her hair further to match Vi

Ekko getting his crystal sword/bats

Heimerdinger dying after living a life where he could make his city something to be proud of

I was fully expecting Vander and Silco to kiss in that one shot

Everything with Benzo

Loris' name being said

Vi humming the song and the song being their mother's lullaby

Viktor being held within the Herald

Sky leaving so Viktor was free to bring Jayce to his space mind palace

Caitlyn's rifle never surviving

Fishman McBlue being the only one of Cait's soldiers to stick to his guns and stay loyal

Sevika and Shoola side eyeing each other

Vander and little Vi and Powder with the bunny

The bunny being a passenger on Jinx's balloon

Singed's messed up family getting a happy ending

[phagodyke]

u know what. one thing im grateful for is that ive worked rly hard on developing an exercise routine that I both enjoy & that fits around my depression/adhd tendencies + even tho its taken years to stick, at the end of the day when nothing else is going for me in life, at least I have nice arms 😙🙏

[127rkives]

</3 hotline bling || j. jaehyun </3

about? jaehyun misses her, but she’s on to bigger better things. (world’s worst synopsis but it’s the best i got bro) warnings? angst!!! fwb? non idol au. fem reader. mentions of sex, alcohol use, drug use (weed). i think that's all. wc? 1.7k notes? another old repost👹

you used to call me on my cellphone late-night when you need my love

************************************************ 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days. that’s how long it had been since jaehyun last saw you. but, hey, who's counting? if he had been, he would have succumbed to that void feeling in his chest by now. the one created by you but ultimately worsened by his own actions. his own actions ruined the best thing he ever had. but it was your fault too, right? 

if you didn't have such an illuminating smile, such a feather-light yet addicting touch, such an effervescent personality, such a radiant aura, then he the both of you wouldn't be in this situation. no. if you hadn't wanted something more and jaehyun hadn't been too scared of ruining a good thing even though he knew you deserved more—deserved better. he knew you deserved the world and the stars along with it, but he was so afraid he couldn't give it to you. so he cowered behind his thoughts; he dismissed the relationship you had, shutting you out in the process. 

thankfully, you had a mind of your own. you knew better than to remain where you weren't wanted. you knew your worth. that's probably why jaehyun had that constant ache in his chest, that pang in his heart. the void. 

he was expecting you to dismiss the fact that he couldn't come to terms with himself you and continue with the late-night phone calls. sneaking out of the apartment at 1 and 2 in the morning—when he thought everyone was asleep—to spend hours at your place. half naked smoke sessions with deeply thought out conversations lingering in the air with every puff. or hot nights in your room that always seemed to end with clothes scattered here and there, fluffy comforter somehow still clinging to a corner of the bed, and the sheets tangled around only you because he was never there when you woke up. ’he had better, more important things to do.’ you would convince yourself. but when you finally stopped gaslighting yourself with that excuse, you realized he couldn't face his own music.

************************************************ ever since i left the city, yougot a reputation for yourself noweverybody knows and i feel left outgirl, you got me down, you got me stressed out'cause ever since i left the city, youstarted wearing less and goin' out moreglasses of champagne out on the dance floorhangin' with some girls i've never seen before

************************************************ guilt. jealousy. anger. sadness. utter outrage. one of these emotions—possibly even a mixture—was grasping at jaehyun's heart and yanking at the strings right now. even so, he couldn’t stop rewatching the clip on his phone in front of him. it wasn’t like he meant to find you. he just happened to be scrolling through the explore page on instagram and much to his sudden disbelief you were the thumbnail on some video. against his better judgment (of course) he clicks the video, watching you hold a cup of God-knows-what in the air as your body hazily sways in a sea of people inside of what looks to be a club. jaehyun’s face is still one of shock as the girl recording yells something cringey about all of her friends being ‘badies’ and ‘hot girls’ and continues to survey each of her friends, including you, while everyone gets more excited with the new song’s change of pace.

it could’ve been all in his head but that video seemed way longer than the allotted one minute. jaehyun doesn’t know how many times he watches the video before he decides to click on the girl’s profile (a bad decision on behalf of his 2 functioning brain cells). his thumbs seemed to move on their own as he scrolled down her page and searched through countless posts of herself, her with her family, and her with her friends. jaehyun couldn’t pry his eyes from the screen as he clicked on a picture with you in it, hoping you would be tagged. you were, of course, so he clicked. another mistake on his part.

your username and bio were both different. even though jaehyun hadn’t visited your profile in a while, he did remember the main details of it. jaehyun repeated his earlier actions and examined your page this time. there were posts of yourself. you and your dog. you and your family. you and this new group of friends he had never seen until now. you and some man? you and this man hugging, holding hands, kissing, traveling, eating out together? you and jaehyun used to tell each other about everything, and you had certainly never mentioned him before. you people aren’t supposed to move on this fast. hell, jaehyun hadn’t even moved on. he still listened to the playlist you two had created together. he still dreamed about you. he still woke up with the lingering touches of you on his body as if you had been beside him moments before. he still had late-night venting sessions with taeyong as he sniffled and wiped his teary face after genuinely expressing what he was never able to tell you face-to-face.

but, here you were. you had completely evolved from the person jaehyun knew almost 6 months ago. you weren’t the same girl who posted simple photos of herself in cute, comfortable outfits captioned with inspirational quotes, or wholesome reviews of the new greek mythology book you had bought at your favorite, cozy bookstore. this was some girl who had grown to almost a 80,000 followers in just 6 months. this was some girl who posted pointless photos of her newest hermes purse; some girl whose wardrobe would alternate between burberry pantsuits and louboutin heels, to nike tracksuits and air force ones, to what could very well be some bundle of strings fashion nova tries to pass off as a dress. this new girl—this new you—was copacetic, thriving, and glowing. you were happy with this seemingly very outgoing group of people who the old you would’ve never thought about fraternizing with. worst of all, the new you appeared to be enjoying life with some guy that wasn’t jaehyun. jaehyun’s a complete mess without you laying next to him at 2 in the morning and you were supposed to be the same. he was supposed to have the same crippling effect on you as you did on him. 

apparently, jaehyun had been sitting in his whirlwind of thoughts long enough for his phone to lock. he pulled himself out of his trance and made his only decent decision of the day. he went to find taeyong, knowing he would still be awake and available to examine whatever emotional baggage jaehyun had this time. he told taeyong about his earlier revelations (leaving out the part about your apparent love interest). “why don’t you just talk to her? tell her how you actually feel.” weren't the words he expected to hear. he didn't know what to expect, honestly. 

as jaehyun laid in his bed he picked up his phone with shaky hands. when he unlocked it, he felt another tug at his heartstrings, forgetting that his phone had locked on a gorgeous post of your beaming smile while he was in a daze earlier. the time on his phone read 1:46 A.M. he didn't want to call you. you might not pick up. but he wanted an immediate response. jaehyun needed validation right now. he silently prayed that your number hadn't changed along with everything else during your productive time away from him. he opened his messages and clicked on your name; ’y/n💛’. jaehyun smiled to himself as he looked at the last messages sent between the two of you. you had been sending memes back and forth, with the last message before the hiatus being three emojis expressing your laughter. 

jaehyun pondered for a few moments on what to type. ’yo y/n it's me.’ ’hey it's me, jaehyun.’ ’hey y/n we haven't talked in a while.’ he wasted a good twenty minutes overthinking, typing, and erasing potential conversation starters. then he just decided to pour out what was left of his heart. fuck it.

he didn't expect you to reply quickly, but he wanted you to, so jaehyun kept his phone unlocked and open to your messages as he waited. he had peeked two minutes after hitting send, but he didn't notice it then. jaehyun let five more anxious minutes pass before checking again. he almost didn't notice it that time, but somehow he managed to spot it.

the small subscript under his message. ’read’

jaehyun didn't know if it was him being delirious with fatigue or the actual fact of you acknowledging but ignoring him, but his breathing got short and shaky and his tears started to roll. it was finally happening. that void feeling in his chest—in his heart—that place where special memories of you were kept, had finally drawn him in and suffocated him with the realization that you didn't want him anymore, didn’t need him anymore. you no longer needed jaehyun to bring you the pleasures of life. for all he knows now, you never really did.

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[lucyalexiafic]

Two Lines pt. 1 Lucy x reader; Alexia x reader.

Summary: You've arrived in Barcelona from Lyon and have to choose between two paths. Starting something new with Alexia or reigniting the flame with Lucy.

Part 1 of ? Hey everyone. English is not my first language and this is my first fic:). My asks are open for suggestions and your wishes. 2249 words.

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“Y/n come here and meet everyone” shouted Alexia after you stepped on Barca’s training ground. Thousands of thoughts ran through your mind. Firstly, you wanted to make a good first impression with all of the team after being a new signing. Second, you wanted to avoid certain someone who makes your body flustered even with one glance over you. 

“Hola” you tried your very best to please spanish girls of the team and gave the biggest smile you could give. 

“You can do better than hola chica” said Alexia smilling.

“Bonatarda?” you said and everyone just laughed and welcomed with big arms. However, not her. While everyone was hugging you, asking questions about your career and how was your move to Barca from Lyon she just sat in the corner aggressively tying her shoe laces. 

Fuck, does she still hate me? You thought to yourself. When you were both in Lyon you dated for two years. The two years was full of love, respect, great conversations and you screaming her name out loud every other night. So, what happened? Well, Lucy wanted to leave Lyon, you said to her that it is insane to leave champions league winning team and move to Manchester after her. You decided to do long distance that lasted for about two months, when you called it quits over the phone call, because you could not put yourself through insane scheduling. Now after 3 years you moved to Barca after receiving a contract and you found yourself looking at her the same way she walked in the Lyon‘s team dressing room. 

„Well, I am so excited to join the team! It was time to leave Lyon, I know we as a team can win champions league again” you said. Lucy gave the biggest eye-roll in the world and went to jog around pitch. 

“Chica, let’s go to train I can’t wait to see you at the initiation party” said Cata while everyone in the team shouted “Si”.

Training went well, you tried not to look at Lucy, because you could feel your stomach drop every time she ran past you. After one hour of her completely ignoring you the craving of her turned into anger. Who tf does she think she is? Making me feel unwelcomed and acting like I’m the worst person in the world. You stopped looking at her and continued with a training. After the training you showered, said your goodbyes to the team and went home to prepare for the initiation. 

At home

You treated getting ready for the party as it was the Victoria secret fashion show. Changed about five pairs of clothing till you decided to wear black lace dress. Was it short? Yes. Revealing? Obviously. You let your hair down, put on golden jewelry and left the house feeling confident and like a bitch waiting for her revenge. 

The party was at the restaurant that Barca booked for the whole evening. When you arrived Cata and Mapi talked by the entrance. 

“Wow… I mean you really wow. You look amazing y/n!” said Cata while hugging you and kissing you on the cheek. 

“You look hot. I feel like I am underdressed, I need to go changed my outfit” said Mapi and did a fake run which made you laugh. 

As much as their compliments made you happy you still wanted for her to see you. Sadly, when you entered the restaurant, she was not here. Will she show up? Did she seriously decided not to attend the initiation party just to not see you? But you just took your drink and sat by the table. 

Alexia came to you and sat right beside you. Captain looked incredible herself. “I think you get the compliments all night” said Alexia. 

“I haven’t gotten a compliment from you” you said while looking straight at her face. 

“I let my eyes do the talking and you have not said to anything me either” she said. 

“Capitana, I know I can gush over your looks, but we both know that’s not the compliments you crave from me” you said.

Alexia looked at you with amused face “Really? Tell me what I crave”

“You would prefer if I said you are an amazing leader or fantastic football player. Giving you ego boost by the things you care deeply about. I am right? Si?”

“Only if you mean it” Alexia said. By her amused face you could tell all girls just throw themselves at her. She is not used to someone who does not simp over her.

“Well, I just had one training session with you I cannot compliment you over leadership or football skills yet” you said while sipping your drink. 

“Maybe you can’t say it, but your eyes do the talking too. You can act that you don’t care, but I see how you looking at me and your act falls apart quickly” Alexia smiled. 

“We need to check your vision capitana. You might injure someone on the pitch.” You laughed while trying not be bothered by the fact that she was watching you. To be fair you always thought Alexia was incredibly hot, but your mind was occupied earlier by certain asshole to notice that Alexia was interested in you. 

“You know that I can stop your smug act right now?” said Alexia. 

“Show me” you said. 

Alexia stood up. Walked over the mic with a grin on her face.

“Hola, bonatarda everyone! Y/n will perform her initiation song right now. She said to me earlier that she is a really good singer, so everyone bring your attention and welcome our new team player.” She started to clap and everyone joined in to follow her. 

Fuck. You thought to yourself. You walked up to the mic grabbed from her hands and whispered “You play dirty”.

“Try not to injure my ears darling” said Alexia and walked off the stage. 

“Hola. I didn’t know our captain is a liar. Here goes nothing” you laughed while everyone tried to hype you up by shouting or clapping. 

Shania Twain - Man! I Feel Like a Woman! Started to play and you tried to give your best performance while dancing a little bit and singing actually not that bad. Maybe your competitiveness and Alexia’s teasing made you want to actually try and perform better. 

During the middle of the song your eyes caught Lucy standing near the wall and drink the beer. You could not figure out her look at you, but she seem to laugh at some dancing bits you were doing and even at some point she sang out loud. She looked incredible with black top and blue jeans with her hair in a bun. You were not looking for her all night, because you had a certain blonde smiling at you at the table. After the song was finished you received a standing ovation, you bowed down and said “Gracias”. You were very smug, because Alexia thought that you going to fail miserably, but she was wrong. Barca girls rounded you up and complimented you. You enjoyed chatting, but you were dehydrated and left the conversation to go to the bar to get some water. 

“Aqua please” you said while sitting on a bar stool. 

The temperature around you changed you felt someone’s presence near you. “Hi” behind you Lucy said. 

“You can talk? That’s news to me. I thought you lost your ability to speak.” You looked at her while trying to manage your anger.

“I thought that for you to talk to me I need to call you by phone. You know I am deserving of a phone call after two-year relationship, so maybe you do not deserve word from me? Don’t you think?” Lucy said really mad. 

You just stayed silent, because you knew she was right. 

Lucy did not change her expression on her face she looked at you dead in the eyes “Come outside with me I will do all the talking” as much as you were mad at her, you were intrigued what did she had to say. So, you stood up from stall as walked behind her outside of the restaurant. 

As you stepped outside, Lucy turned around and you suddenly felt Lucy’s forearm behind your chin, by your neck and you were pinned again the wall outside the restaurant. Everything happened so fast, that did not even tried to stop her you were by the wall under her control. 

She leaned in by your ear and whispered. “Y/n what the hell are doing in Barcelona?”

“Lucy, what is your problem? I am here, for the same reason as you. To win trophies” you said frustrated. 

“Is that so?” So, you leave your beloved Lyon for champions league trophy?” she said while still pinning you against the wall. 

“Lucy, I loved you, but my career was important to me. Out of all people I think you can understand that” you said to her calmly. 

“Loved me? So, tell me why the hell are you in a dress that you know I fucked you the hardest and you are wearing the perfume you know is my favourite? She said.

“Lucy… I…” you tried to answer, but you knew that she was right. You wanted to impress her and get your revenge, because she was not talking to you earlier. 

She took her hand and pulled the hair over your back that covered your neck. Your neck was bare, you bitten your lip. But she did not kiss it she went to your ear and said “Tell me why I was not worth the flight to Manchester.” 

“Maybe, because of your stubbornness? You know you want to kiss me right now, but you are stubborn and denying us of this pleasure with the talk about the past” you said. She felt the heat between your legs, you tried to think what to answer to her questions, but honestly you just wanted for her to take you. 

“I can talk about the present too you know. Such a smiling girl around Alexia on your first day with the new team. Is that the right way to act on your first day? Do you wish it was her and not me at his moment? She said teasingly. And put her thumb against your lips. 

“Don’t be jealous. It is you who has me pinned against the wall.” You said with a smug. 

“You did not answer me.” She said while stroking your hair. 

“For someone who said that she will do all the talking you sure want me to speak a lot. Don’t you think? “. You were really horny, but also frustrated having her so close without an action from her made you boil. 

"Y/n, you always know how to rile me up," Lucy whispered, her lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. The tension between you two felt electric, making it hard to focus on anything but her proximity and the heat emanating from her body. She leaned back slightly, looking deep into your eyes. There was a mixture of anger and desire swirling behind her gaze. It was the same intensity you had once fallen for, the kind that made you crave her every touch and word.

For a moment, you felt a rush of memories—of nights spent tangled in sheets, soft whispers and promises made in the dark. But things had changed, and you weren’t the same person who had left Lyon heartbroken.

"I didn’t come here to make things complicated," you finally said, breaking the silence between you two. "I’m here for me—for my career, for a fresh start."

"And yet, here you are in that damn dress," Lucy murmured, her tone softening just a fraction. She looked down at the fabric hugging your body, her fingers brushing the hem of your dress, sending shivers up your spine. "You wore this for a reason. You knew what it would do to me."

"Maybe I did," you admitted, voice low, almost a challenge. "Maybe I wanted to remind you of what we had. Or maybe I just wanted you to stop pretending like I don’t exist."

Lucy’s grip loosened, but she didn’t step away. Instead, she sighed, the frustration in her expression giving way to something more vulnerable. "You think I’ve forgotten about you? About us? Y/n, you’ve been on my mind since the day we broke up. But seeing you here, in Barcelona, it just... it’s confusing."

"You made your choice, Lucy," you said softly, but firmly. "I made mine. We moved on, didn’t we?"

She looked at you for a long moment, as if trying to decide what to say next. Finally, her voice broke through the tension. "Maybe we never really did."

Before you could respond, Lucy closed the gap between you two, her lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. All the anger, frustration, and unresolved feelings poured out in that moment. It felt both familiar and new, a fire reigniting between you two after all these years. Your body responded instinctively, wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her closer as if no time had passed at all.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily. "This doesn’t change anything," she whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty.

"Maybe not," you replied, your lips brushing hers as you spoke. 

Lucy smiled, just a hint of that old spark in her eyes. "We’ll see."

To be continued...

[y11irfilm]

violet – chapter 3

qimir x f!reader | chapter 1, chapter 2 & chapter 4

summary: she had no direction. a nomad who didn't choose a side. but when a vision makes her save people, she has to face her mind in the worst way possible: on a planet made of water with the man who reminds her of her past.

content: deaths, many mentions of blood, power bond, a kind of “chosen one”, dark past, sexual tension, dark confessions | wc: 1600+

notes: hello, i’m afraid to post this new chapter for having rewritten so many times that i even lost count, but i loved how i was with the ideas of the story from the first part and you deserved to know about — english is not my first language!

I remember the feeling. I was disbelieved. I should have seen it coming, saved her from his hands. But how would she save her if she didn't even want to be saved? Finding her on the shores of the sea, as she swam against her own blood. I remember running to hold her in my arms, feeling her cold skin, the sand mixing with her blood and her lost gaze while she was still able to look at me. I put my hand on her face, not knowing how to help her. I was just a teenager who was learning to swim.

"Mother."

Her brown eyes.

I still see them.

I looked up, asking for some kind of help. Tears were uncontrolled on my face. Please save her. “Try to love him, he deserves salvation.” I heard it in the back of my mind. Flashes followed my mind. Young people walking on the sea marches, hands clasped with smiles on their faces. My parents.

I shook my head. "No, I can not."

His eyes piercing, trembling and dead. She was dead in my arms.

"Why? Why does he deserve salvation?”

The food looked good. She started drinking what was in the pot, it had been a while since she had eaten something hot. Just a few seconds after Qimir gave the pot, she returned it. He watched as she walked around the cave, looking everywhere with some kind of admiration in her eyes. 

A few days had passed on the island, each day being in a working-class mode. Qimir watched his partner walk around the corners of the island every day, especially the beach. Him sitting next to the water and letting time pass while watching the sea. From the third day onwards, she started asking for his company on her walk to the beach, even though they knew they wouldn't say a word to each other.

“Can we go look at the sea again?” She asked without looking at him.

Qimir tried but got no answers in his thoughts as to why. Her thoughts were racing. "Of course."

They walked side by side as before. The ocean being the only communicator of the moment. The dark sky and stars being a backdrop for feelings. She hadn't brought up the subject of her attack and the fatal kiss, and she didn't seem to want to. Her thoughts meant something, he felt.

She stopped and sat down on the sand, watching Qimir do the same. Grabbing a handful of sand in your hand. “I always liked being close to the sea. Where I lived was close to the water.” She gradually crushed the sand, watching each piece of sand fall to the ground. “I remember always training with my father on the beach. Feeling my feet sinking into the sand, the cold wind ruffling my hair, and the pressure of knowing I could train as much as I wanted, he would always see me as weak.”

She sighed loudly, the memories were painful. Remembering her adolescence only made her think that she was still weak.

“But he loved me, so he knew it was for my good. He was a great Jedi, certainly the best, but he was devoted to his family. He left emotion behind for the comfort of a heart.”

“I'm still haunted by my mother's eyes. To feel her blood running through my fingers. Rocking a dead body in my arms.” She let out a sort of laugh. “She allows me to see the visions, she lives on in my mind.” She turned her head, looking at Qimir. “My mother brought me to meet her.”

Qimir approached her, letting her hand reach out and place it above her. Sliding his fingers over her hand in a caress, he wanted her to feel comfort.

“He felt so much love for her. He killed her, wishing they would meet in her dreams.”

Flashes and more flashes appeared in his mind.

“Let’s go back, please.” She pushed his hand away, getting up, starting to take steps back to the cave. Qimir got up from where he was.

“Did you kill your father?”

She stopped, without looking back.

"Yes." — “He didn’t deserve salvation.” He heard her voice in his thoughts. Her voice being dark. Qimir couldn't remember the last time a person could enter their mind and say words to them.

She turned to Qimir. “You remember him. Every part of your existence reminds you of him. That’s why I’m here.”

“That night I didn’t just kill a Jedi, I killed my mother’s love.”

She ruffled her hair, feeling immense frustration. “She preferred to die than love her daughter!” She screamed until her throat hurt. Her voice being heard throughout that island. “A woman who didn't want children and a man who was destined for evil. Now I ask you, what would come of this?”

Qimir observed how the waves moved, at an almost uncontrolled frequency. Was her. He was impressed.

She looked up at the sky, watching the stars. “They were afraid I would turn out like my father.”

"And you are not?"

Her blood bubbled just with the doubt of being compared to her father. She walked a few steps until she was face to face with him.

“I would rather stick a knife in my chest than become like him.”

“Why so afraid?”

“He was a monster.” She felt Qimir's hand fit around hers again.

“But didn’t you love him?” Her mind became cloudy, she closed her eyes.

"I love."

“I remember seeing it happen, the first vision. My mother was watching the waves like all morning, so he walked up behind her, hugged her and pushed the knife into her stomach. The first stab, then one more and many others until I felt her body fall into the sand.”

“They both knew what would happen and the only person who felt angry was me. I denied it, and I denied it until the last second that he would. He’s my father, why would he do this to his family?” She shook her head, still refusing. Qimir wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body to his.

“Is it possible for you to be him? She saw you, she chose you.”

“But I didn’t choose her.” He pulled away so he could look into her eyes. "I chose you. My eyes are on you.”

“How can you choose her?” The voice in her mind again, Qimir took a step back. 

The water continued until it reached their feet even though he knew they were at a safe distance from the sea, the clouds in the sky closing in around them indicating an upcoming rain, the waves becoming more and more aggressive and her eyes in a long, dark void. He knew she was losing her senses and letting the other take over.

He placed his arms on top of hers, swaying from both sides to see any reaction.

“Hey, I need you here. Don’t let her say it for you, she doesn’t have that right.” Qimir tried to see her in his mind, but it seemed like a lost cause. He felt the waves reaching her knees.

Nothing.

Not a muscle moved. She looked deep into his eyes, but it wasn't her. They were piercing, trembling and dead. Qimir felt as lost as she did. He remembered the same feeling some time ago. Then something clicked in his mind.

He slowly placed his hands on either side of her neck. "I saw you. So many times. Your warm hug, your words in my ear, your lips pressed to mine and your beautiful eyes looking at me. My heart burned. Then I would wake up and every time I would feel like I was in a maze with no answers, a lost navigator.” Qimir pressed his forehead to hers, releasing a sigh that had been stored for some time. “Please, come on. Come back to me."

Get back to someone?

My heart burned.

Did I deserve to go back to someone? Do my father and I deserve salvation? No, no, no.

But I looked at her face and my heart burned.

My heart was beating fast, like the waves of this strange night. I was beating for him. By Qimir.

“Qimir.”

She felt the strength in her body giving out and she slowly began to fall to her knees and hit the sandy ground. He joined her on the floor, enveloping her in a hug. She pressed her head on his chest, slowly calming her breathing, letting her hear Qimir's heart beating. Qimir placed one of his hands on her head and his fingers massaged her hair.

She walked away for a few seconds remembering the past moments, her consciousness away to let her mother take control. Placing his hands on either side of the man's face to assess him. "Everything is fine with you? Did she do something to you? I should have foreseen how this would affect my connection with her.” She stopped talking for a few seconds, with her nervousness and worry getting louder, not realizing how fun this was being for him, opening a small smile.

“Hey, I'm fine.” She sighed, lowering her hands from his face.

“I felt so, so scared.”

They spent a few seconds looking at each other.

A smile appeared on her face, she was just happy that he was okay even after being put in this hurricane.

The difference was frightening. As her beautiful brown eyes were shining like a sun star, he wanted to drown in them. He wished she could fight everything, he wished he could accompany her across the galaxy. Her heart burned again.

Qimir closed his eyes and slowly began to explore her face with his nose. Hearing some small giggles coming out of her throat. Not even the water wetting them could erase how a simple laugh warmed the man's entire body. He wanted the moment to continue forever.

[strawberryforks]

focus // finnick odair x reader

summary: it’s the 65th hunger games and district 4’s tributes are best friends. what’s unfortunate is that everyone knows there can only be one winner…

warnings: violence, suicide, underaged drinking (which i do not condone), no happy ending

word count: 2099

author’s note: this is my first fic and as i’m new to writing for “reader” or “y/n” the format may be different on others! but hopefully this is angsty enough <3 ALSO, REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!

sitting on the train, in a booth, beside your best friend finnick you were the furthest thing from present. you paid more attention the the blur of trees and buildings than him and your mentor, mags. your cheek was pressed against the glass and your hot breath was causing it to steam up.

was dragging your finger overtop it and making various smiley-faces more interesting than whatever finnick and mags were discussing? well, yes. still you couldn’t delude yourself into thinking it was the best use of your time. just like you couldn’t be surprised when finnick’s elbow found purchase in your side. it wouldn’t bruise but it didn’t feel nice. “focus,” he scolded. “you have to listen to what mags is saying. she’s been through this already. she won. she can help us.”

finnick, with his hopefulness, blonde hair, blue eyes and fourteen years worth of boyish charm was perfect. sometimes too perfect because you would catch yourself staring. eyes stuck and cheeks turned redder than a tomato whenever he caught you. embarassing, really, because it’s common sense. you just don’t look at your best friend like that.

“sure. sorry mags. i’ll pay attention.” the victor nodded and continued her explanation—told you and finnick that your best bet would be getting away from the cornucopia as soon as possible. you nodded and though you did your best to listen, you just hoped finnick had, because wherever he went, you would follow.

—

“what are you doing?”

you were doing something you shouldn’t have–but caught, the sounds that spilled from your lips weren’t hurried explanations. you just giggled. “uhm,” you held one hand out in front of your face like a shield and sat the cup of bubbling liquid down on the dresser.

drinking. you were drinking. you moved in front of the dresser hiding the evidence with your body. finnick stepped forward quickly, crossing the room and making it to you in no time at all. he was frowning, he saw the drinks and he wasn’t happy which you didn’t understand because you were overflowing with the stuff. everything was greater than it had been, you were smiling, laughing at things that weren’t funny, and felt a bit like you were floating. “that’s not allowed—where did you even get that?”

“there was a buffet table and,” you burped, “they had drinks. y’wanna try?”

he didn’t. finnick shook his head–didn’t understand why you weren’t taking this seriously. usually he loved your attitude and outlook on things, ‘whatever happens, happens’ was usually said on your adventures but this wasn’t that. this was serious. now was not the time. he just wanted you to focus. “we’re almost at the capital. you can’t do this again, you understand?”

you bite your tongue so your inner monologue doesn’t get out. because yeah, you wouldn’t ever get to do this again (drink, legally or not). you wouldn’t get to do much of anything ever again. your days were numbered. in your last ones you would smile and wave, play pretend with your best friend at your side.

finnick was quite possibly the best and worst person to be in this situation with. on one hand, you’d be with someone you loved in your last moments, on the other… there was no world in which you won this.

finnick swapped your drink with a tall glass of water. sat by you while you sipped at it and helped you to bed. morning came and he was still there. your eyes cracked open, narrowed by bright light and confusion. “you’re good now, yeah?” he asked.

your head hurt but you nodded it anyways. there were purple bags below his eyes. “did you sleep?” you asked despite the answer being obvious.

“someone had to make sure you didn’t choke on your vomit and i didn’t want to tell mags.” lest you disappoint another person. is what he was nice enough to omit.

you weren’t fast enough with thanking him and he left you alone with the myriad of thoughts you just wanted to ignore.

—

“i know what you’re doing.” it was mags.

you turned around to face her—had just finished being interviewed by a loser in an extravagant suit, and felt like a loser, dressed in a blue frilly dress. you kind of looked like a loser too, one late for tea time.

“i don’t know what you mean.”

mags sighed and shook her head lightly. “it’s honourable but he’ll hate you for it.”

you shrug. you don’t care, your mind is more than made up, and has been since you heard his name called alongside your own. “if he’s alive to hate i’m okay with that. you know there can only be one winner.”

mags knew more than most. “i won’t tell him. don’t worry.”

“Tell him,” you made her promise, “that i’m sorry. you know, tributes are vicious but the capitol is worse. keep an eye on him for me please?”

“of course.”

—

then you trained.

“come help,” he called. finnick was practising tying knots, all which he was excellent at. “sure,” you said, allowing him to interrupt your people-watching. you were worried about the careers but figured that together you and finnick could handle them. they were adults but… most of the others were. it was fine, would be fine.

“think you should try something else? you’re pretty good at this.”

finnick laughed and you tucked the sound away in your mind. “thanks, but you? You’re not.” He gestured to the mess of rope on your end before scooting closer. his hands overtop yours, he moved them and showed you the right way to do what you had been failing at. “and there’s no way you’re telling me to train something else. have you even picked up a weapon?”

you shrugged. “i’ve just been watching. i know how to shoot a bow and use knives, i get either of those and i’ll be just fine. a few days of preparation with either won’t change much. i've used them since i could walk, y’know?”

“i just want us to be prepared.” he said.

you smiled and stood, you held his hands and pulled him up with you. “the arena’s usually have tridents, right? you’re great with those.”

and he was. you didn’t care about impressing the judges but finnick did so effortlessly.

“we’ll stick together in the arena, right?” you blurted once the two of you were alone and resting.

“until the end,” he said with a sad smile.

then, almost out of nowhere, his smile brightened. “sleepover?”

that was something you did a lot. Sleepovers under the stars, in your bed, on your father’s boat. it was your thing and somehow the idea of one last sleepover was enough to make everything okay, even just for a little while.

you crawled into the big bed the capitol provided, finnick at your side. you pulled up a blanket at the same time he pulled you into him. he held tight. so tight, for a second you forgot to breath. it meant so much. so, so much. your back was pressed against his chest and his arms were around you–hours later, you were grateful he was such a heavy sleeper. finnick was warm and safe. he was home. you were thankful he was a heavy sleeper because otherwise the way you shook as wet trailed down your cheeks would’ve woke him.

–

finnick’s knots came in handy. you stuck to higher ground, perching in trees and climbing cliffs, and managed to booby trap most of the area around us. after tributes were caught in a net finnick made, you would take turns finishing them off. you, who’d been preparing to kill since your name was called, went first.

a teen who killed without issue was concerning but so was a civilization that made their people fight to the death for glory and entertainment so what could you do?

you killed the first one with an arrow—having got both the weapons you wanted, and finnick took the second, ending a thirty year old man who had more muscles than brains with a trident that had been gifted to him by a sponsor.

two days later and you both were still kicking. In the final four.

you knew what had to be done. your plan only solidified when the other two–also allied, found you. the fight was fast. finnick went up against the remaining tribute from district ten and you fought against the tribute from district two

you were uncomfortable with the distance between the two of you. you both had stuck together like glue the entire time and now fighting and separated? you hated it. if something– “shit,” the man swung the axe and you barely threw yourself out of the way in time. you list some hair and some skin off your shoulder but nothing you really needed. the axe buried itself in the ground behind you and before your opponent could yank it back you struck. you buried a dagger in his stomach and twisted it. his hands found your throat and black dotted your vision but you kept slicing and he went limp.

you rolled the man off of you and immediately ran to help finnick.

another minute and his opponent was dead. you was down a dagger but one was enough. you smiled so wide my cheeks hurt and flung yourself into finnick’s arms. he hugged you hesitantly at first–like he was wary of you. like he expected you to bury a dagger into his back. you would never. besides, your last one was… occupied. “we did it, finn. we did it.”

“only one of us can win…”

you pulled back. both of your hands–both shaky, both covered in blood, cupped his cheeks. “i know, i know. it’s okay. you did… you did great.”

“what? y/n what are you–what do you mean?”

your legs picked that moment to give out. you dropped, knees slamming into the rock. still, you wore that lazy smile. you were losing blood quick and lots of it. you saw the drone that recorded everything begin to inch closer, zooming in as terror finally flooded finnick’s face. he fell to his knees beside you. “no, no, no, no.” his hands pressed on either side of the dagger you had yet to pull out. “what did you do?” his voice broke and his eyes glistened with moisture. you wanted to wipe them away. it was okay. it would be okay. you made sure of it.

“i helped you win...” you assured.

finnick pushed harder on your stomach and you sobbed. he pulled his shirt and pressed it around the blade. pushed again. “finnick. finn, no,” you told him—pleaded with him. you moved your hands… wanted to move his but was too weak. “you didn’t–this isn’t helping. ” he shook his head and more tears fell. “why? you can’t leave me. friends forever, remember? what about that?”

“you-you’ll be okay.”

“not after this. not without you.” agony, finnick was in agony. an ugly sound tore it’s way out of his chest. you couldn’t leave him, not like this.

“c’mere,” you begged. he did, how could he argue with you now? the damage, the irreversible damage, had been done. you pulled his head closer to yours as he choked on more tears. the capitol had taken many things from both of you—and you decided that they could have your life, your future, your finn (you hated that most, but at least he would get to live. get to have his shot at happiness) but they couldn’t have your last words. those… well, they were only for him. “i love you finn. focus… on that.”

“no. no! focus on me, on my eyes—dammit, don’t close yours. no, no, no.”

then your eyes closed again for the last time. he called your name over an over like a prayer, one that went unanswered. but you tried, you swear you did… you just couldn’t get them open again. not as finnick sobbed, not as he stood up and faced the drone. “help her!” he cried, “help her dammit!”

“kill me instead, take me instead. i’ll die, i will! just bring her back, help her! you can’t—you can’t do this!” he begged and when that didn’t work he screamed at the cameras, cursing the capital until the footage stopped being streamed.

when your heart stopped, he refused to let go. clinging to your corpse, to his best friend, he hugged you for the last time.

finnick had won, but he didn’t feel like a winner.

[karamad]

mean!aeri x reader

cw: suggestive, mean aeri, degradation

have this draft i never finished😍

‼️MINORS AND MEN DNI‼️

who could have guessed that having a a fight with your ex would lead to you having the most mind-blowing sex ever? surely not you!

while aeri was over at your place to collect her things after your nasty break-up (that happened simply because she thought you spent too much time with your best friend, minjeong) you were walking around your room nervously. it's been 3 weeks since you've last talked to aeri before she dumped you over text. you could hear her aggressively pack her things in the living room.

maybe if you just stayed in the comforts of your room she'd be gone soon. but oh boy were you wrong. hearing aeris footsteps come closer to your room you prepared for the worst, you've accepted your fate, but to your surprise she didn't even look you in the eyes. she didn't even acknowledge you standing there and just started packing more things from your room.

you were speechless. first she dumps you over text after dating for 2 years without telling you why, and now she won't even look you in the eye? needless to say, you were pissed. at her and her attitude towards this whole situation SHE got you into.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" was the first thing aeri heard leave your mouth after those long agonizing 2 weeks. she simply scoffed "watch your mouth."

"watch my mouth?? how about you explain why you dumped me over text like I'm just some side bitch of yours? what the fuck is that all about?!" you semi-yelled, getting into her personal space. you couldn't hold back anymore, cornering her into the wall. "i gave you every part of me, i gave you all my love and undying support and this is the thanks i get? after two years? and now you cant even face me?" you started tearing up.

aeri however maintained a pokerface. oh how you hated it. just as you were about to give up, not expecting her to say anything to your frustration, you turned around and started walking away. well that was the plan at least!

aeri was quick to grab your arm and switch positions with you, cornering you into the wall and staring into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't pinpoint. anger? frustration? lust ? "why do you have to run your mouth? didn't i teach you any manners you dumb slut?"

there it was. slut. oh you were gone.. your legs were about to give out before aeri pressed her body into yours, making you gasp in surprise. she simply chuckled "still a whore for my attention even after i left you hm?" you couldn't talk, you were dumbfounded. all you could muster was a tiny nod. yes, she broke up with you, but oh was she hot when pissed. so why not push her buttons even more?

you tried pushing her away, muttering a small "fuck off". it was quiet but she heard it. instead of letting you push her away, she pressed her body into yours even more, pulling her hand up to your neck squeezing it lightly. your breath hitched. you couldn't give her more reactions. you stared at her blankly.

"fine, have it your way." she turned around about to walk away. this wasn't your plan! quickly grabbing and turning her around to face you once again "no please im sorry aeri" you looked at her full of regret. she simply put her hand to your cheek, gently caressing it. "still just my stupid baby hm?" she cooed at you, before slapping you. hard.

your cheek burned. you looked at her in surprise and fear. she's never hit you before, but for some reason, you couldn't find it in you to care much. "please" you whisper. "please what baby?"

"please make me yours again."

she smirked, before pulling you into a kiss, pushing you further into the wall and coaxing a moan out of you and pushing her tongue inside your mouth. you held onto her shoulders, not even bothering to fight for dominance in the kiss. you searched for one of her hands and pulled it up to your neck. pulling away from the kiss shortly just to look into her eyes pleadingly. what better way to get her to go crazy on you?

[kalmiaphlox]

Damn, this is what it feels like to be you?

AO3 Link / Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 3

Guide Me As You Do

Twisting his head up to rest his chin on her chest, Astarion smiles big and wide. Hircine is immediately suspicious, red eyes narrowed to slits, awaiting whatever he's about to say. “My love, can I play with my—yourself?” “Clarify.”

Pairing: Astarion x Named Female Tav (Hircine)

WC: 6.5k

Main Tags: Body Swap, Humor, Fluff, Smut, Body Worship, Guided Masturbation, Massages, Little Edging, and stretching because its good for the body.

A/N: Don't walk on people's back. it really isn't good for the spine.

A big thank you to @amoremagnificentbastard for your kind words on this chapter 🥰

Tag list: @zozoparsnips

Maybe being alive is the worst thing someone can be. 

If Astarion never uses the toilet again, it will still be too soon. Ugh, he feels so dirty—tainted. 

Still stuck in Hircine’s body, still subject to her body's needs, he laments his state. 

He furiously scrubs his slim body down in the bath, leaving red marks where he might have been a touch too rough and maybe taking too long to thoroughly inspect the wonderful tits now attached to his chest. Any slight movement has them swaying and the way they squeeze and conform around every touch or surface has his core quivering for something. It's so strange, the need to be filled instead of to fill. He wants so badly to slide his fingers into this heat, to know the feeling of being inside himself like that, but Hircine might not like him doing that to her body. 

So, fondling his breasts will have to do for now. It's not easy turning Hircine into a whimpering mess that begs for his cock even on their best, most lustful days when she's so tired, so overworked, and then she said she isn't attracted to her own body which certainly puts a damper on getting hot and heavy. Sex might be off the table, and while it's unfortunate to not experience such a once in a lifetime opportunity, they will be just fine without. 

He'll take this chance instead to learn what feels good in Hircine’s body so he can apply that when—not if—they return back to themselves.

Newly refreshed, Astarion towels off, but a shocking sight catches his eye.

My—no, Hircine’s reflection!

How did he not even think of the opportunity mirrors provide now?!

Trotting up to the mirror, Astarion gapes in awe at having something shown back at him, even if it isn’t exactly what he wants to see. Hircine is so lucky that he loves this beautiful face, so staring at it in adoration for much too long is no skin off his back…

Oh, he can make those jokes.

His pretty drow wife stares back at him now. Her soft, light gray skin with those rosy undertones that makes his mouth water from how inviting it is, is lit wonderfully in the bathroom candlelight, and the shiny slate and silver streaked hair long, silky and… grabbable. He loves the way her head will bend back when he takes a fistful of those locks to plant a kiss upon her lips or to sink his fangs into the sensual curve of her neck. 

Lavender eyes with a gold ring around the pupils reflect back into his gaze, catching the light perfectly. He can’t believe he ever thought them strange, and now the glow that shines so bright in the dark is always something he searches for in their quiet moments of peace in bed or on the den couch. Lavender and gold, a much better combination than the maroon that infests nearly every corner of their lives. 

Her straight, high-born nose, and her lovely plump mouth, unfortunately stained with a plum colored lipstick. He understands why she hides her natural lip color under it, but Astarion wants nothing more than to see her ghostly pale lips at all times. 

Maybe one day.

Thinking of ghostly pale, he draws his fingers down the smooth skin of her neck until he meets the ridiculously plush swell of a breast, watching as it indents with his touch. Beautiful, truly. He cups the left breast, Belbol as he’s named such a gift, and then moves on to the right one, Iiyola, his treasure. The areolas and nipples are the same bone white of her lips, with the slightest flush of pink beneath the surface. Fuck, he loves sucking on these.

Looking down, Astarion considers, could I? Just for a moment, see how it feels for him to taste his own tits… Hircine does it for him when asked, so why can't he?

Good gods, is he horny. He shakes the thought from his mind, freeing himself from the lust that threatens to overtake him.

With a fluffy, cotton robe wrapped around his body, he returns to the bedroom, throwing open Hircine’s closet to dig out a pair of panties from a dresser that he slides on quickly. 

I would much rather be naked, but I'm trying to be respectful.

Hircine stands by the fireplace, running a finger along the marble mantle. She turns, quirking an eyebrow at his appearance. “Did you bathe?”

“Yes,” he says, tightlipped, wrapping his arms around himself for some comfort.

“Wha-What happened? I thought you only needed to pee?”

He claps his hands over his ears. “Don't talk about it! It was awful and everything is ruined!”

The whole ordeal was traumatic. Astarion very badly wants to return to his vampire self. Gods, the grass really isn't greener on the other side. 

Taking pity on him, though he can absolutely see the smile she's smothering, Hircine holds out her arms, beckoning him to her. Rushing to melt into her embrace, he's not surprised to find why she likes to be held by him so much, strong arms supporting his thin frame, easily resting her chin on the top of his head so he's swallowed in solace.

What he does not enjoy is the distinct lack of heartbeat from the chest he's resting his ear against, but Hircine, his perfect girl, she never complains about such things.

Hmm, what else is his perfect girl good at? 

Oh, he knows.

Twisting his head up to rest his chin on her chest, Astarion smiles big and wide. Hircine is immediately suspicious, red eyes narrowed to slits, awaiting whatever he's about to say. “My love, can I play with my—yourself?”

“Clarify.”

“You’re so bendy. I want to try it out, you know, like when you lay on the floor in the splits or touch your toes to your head.”

“Ah, I see. Go wild, Husband.”

He purrs into her chest, “I love when you call me ‘husband’ in my voice.”

“You are so weird, Husband,” she says as a kiss is pressed to his forehead, “Off you go. Be flexible or whatever.”

Letting out a girlish shriek that they are both alarmed by, Astarion slides the lounge chair against the wall to give himself some space before settling down cross legged on the rug. Maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, now at a loss for what to do next. “So, what do I do?”

Hircine chuckles, a nice deep rumble that he likes. “I’d recommend some stretching so you don’t tear a muscle… Eugh, that’s the worst.” She sits down across from him, straightening her now much longer legs along the floor and Astarion copies the movement. “This is a perfect opportunity because I don’t think you stretch this poor body near enough.

“Now, follow my lead, Husband, but even if you feel like you can go further in your stretches, don’t strain yourself.” One leg is kept straight as the other is bent in, placing her foot against the first leg’s inner thigh. “Try not to arch your back, stay straight and lean forward to touch your toes. You should be able to wrap your hands around your foot.”

Following her verbal instructions and visual cues, Astarion stretches as she does, feeling the pull in his hamstrings. His stomach and chest are pressed against his thigh which isn’t so bad, though he’d prefer them pressed against his actual body.

She demonstrates some more stretches that they perform dutifully before Hircine gives him the go ahead to do as he pleases without wrecking her—his body.

The goal is the splits.

Returning to his feet, Astarion moves off the rug, letting his feet slip slowly out from under him sideways on the polished wood floor. He’s seen Hircine do this a thousand times, she’s always slow and steady with it. Eventually his groin meets the floor, having lowered himself all the way down. Gods, what fun! Hircine is still stretching every single muscle in her body, and Astarion clears his throat to get her attention, smiling deviously. “When we switch back, I am begging you to slide down like this onto my lap, preferably naked.”

She rolls those glinting red eyes, turning over on her side away from him to continue what she was doing in peace, the broad slopes of her back now concealing her completely.

Leaning forward so his stomach presses against the ground, he adjusts his legs out behind him, curling them up and arching his back upwards. 

And just like that, his toes are touching the top of his head.

He giggles quietly to himself, giddy at the strangeness of it. “Maybe we should start stretching together. I want to be able to do this.”

“Honestly, I expected you to be in much worse condition. If we stick to a good schedule, I bet you could be bent in half before the year is over.”

“Only if I get to bend you in half afterwards, my love~” He sings in the nice lilting tone of her voice. 

“Hmmm…” Is her only response. 

Playing around a little longer, Astarion twists this way and that, even doing what she calls a back bend with his forearms and elbows laid flat on the ground. The soreness that's plagued his body settles into a dull ache after all these tests of her flexibility.

Hircine is tense all the time. He can easily recall occasions where he’s rubbed a hand along her shoulders and remarked on the tenseness there. The body must feel so sore since Astarion is more loose…

Has he ever given Hircine a massage? Perhaps not, but now is a good opportunity to try so they can learn what the other wants.

“Pet?” He calls.

Hircine stops rolling her head around on her neck to look at him. “Yes?”

“Care for a massage? I do you, you do me?”

“Oh, that sounds nice.” Getting to her feet, Hircine points to their bed. “Does that work?”

“Yes, love. You lay down first.” He waits at the edge of the bed while she climbs up, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Actually, uhm—”

“What?” She asks.

He wets his plush lips. “Can you take the clothes off? I need to see myself naked, please!” Voice morphing into a beg, the kind she uses when she wants him to come on her face, the deviant.

Hircine sighs, the sound one he is all too familiar with from himself. 

Gods, this whole experience is strange. 

Always one to give in though, Hircine begins undressing, but that's not what he wants. Rushing forward, Astarion slaps her hands away and starts unfastening each button on his own. 

“You just wanted to feel yourself up, didn't you, Husband?” She says, easily letting him do all the work.

“Guilty as charged, my love~” Ah, the sing-songy tone is very fun. His real voice just doesn't hold those notes as smoothly. 

The shirt is quickly shucked off, baring the smooth planes of his—now Hircine's chest to him. 

Oh, he could just run his tongue over every part of that body. The chiseled pectoral muscles, flat abdominals, those tight pink nipples… He drags the tip of his fingers along every bit, the silky soft feel of his real skin a delight for the senses, making sure to circle the nipples the way Hircine likes and—

Nothing, of course. She stares at him in her usual expectant way. 

Astarion pouts. “Are you not turned on because I'm you or because I'm a woman, now?”

“Both.” Not even a speck of hesitation. 

“Eugh,” How did he end up with a misandrist that is only physically attracted to men? “What if I turned into a man?”

Those glimmering red eyes flick around the room before closing with a groan of disgust. “Then you'd look like my brother and that's even worse.”

Ah, right. 

“Fine.” He sinks into her firm chest, enjoying how it stands strong against his weight. “Hold me tight, please.”

In an instant, Hircine’s arms wrap around him, squeezing Astarion until his breath is forcefully pushed from his lungs in a grunt, and then the pressure is lessened with an “Oops, sorry,” muttered into his hair.

Is he really that strong? 

Alright, that’s enough. Astarion pulls away, holding Hircine at arms length. “Still not naked enough.”

If her pretty claret eyes could roll all the way into the back of her head, they absolutely would. 

He drops to his knees, just the same as Hircine has many nights before this, always ready to please. They can roleplay for a bit, not that it will amount to anything when Hircine won’t get into the mood. More buttons are undone, pants pulled down, and all that’s left is the underwear. Nothing special, of course, because he wasn’t expecting to be eye level with his cock anytime soon—or ever.

A glance up at Hircine, who looks a mix of bored and intrigued, if such a thing is possible. Well, it’s Hircine, so yes, it is. “Are you about to be weird?” She asks.

“Just let me do this, Hircine. Don’t say anything.” It’s a desperate plea.

“Alright. Can I lay down so you can do… whatever it is you’re about to do?”

“Yes.” He springs to his feet, catching her off guard when he shoves against sturdy chest, sending her back onto their cozy bed. The pants are ripped off completely, tossed somewhere far away before Astarion crawls up, hands on her thighs. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about, hmm?” Hircine covers her handsome face with her hands in response. 

Tsk, shy thing. 

Straddling her pale thighs, Astarion bites his lip, taking a deep breath to steady himself as his hummingbird heart hammers away at an alarming pace. The sound has always been so delightful for him, but the feel is something else entirely, not quite painful but also a little unnatural—to him at least, this is normal for his lovely Hircine if all their nights together is anything to go by.

Index fingers feather around the edge of his underwear, teasing, ready to enter at any moment. 

It’s time. He has to see it as it’s meant to be seen.

Both fingers hook under the fabric, tugging each side down to slowly and delicately reveal the hidden treasure underneath. 

For the most part, it’s the same as it's always been, just from a slightly different angle. A cock with testicles. Too bad he can’t get it hard, that’s really what he wants to see. No matter, Astarion can still take a gander. Lifting his flaccid penis, he wraps a hand around it, testing the weight within this body’s smaller grasp. The foreskin is pulled back, exposing the glans. 

Is his mouth watering? 

Astarion ignores that and the heat pooling between his legs currently. It will do him no good to want his body so badly when the one inside it won’t respond well to any advances. 

Gods, they can’t turn back to their bodies soon enough. He needs to be plunging this cock into Hircine's tight cunt now.

He looks up, an arm is thrown over her eyes while he handles his own cock with care. Different bodies be damned, this cock is all his. 

“How does it feel?” He asks in a raspy whisper, his mouth so dry from hanging open as he fights with the urge to do something he probably shouldn’t.

Hircine shrugs, indifferent. He swallows down a sigh. He loves his wife as she is.

Dropping his cock in defeat, Astarion slips the underwear the rest of the way off and—

Maybe just a little smell… He brings them to his face and inhales. The underwear also gets scented with his cologne, not that Hircine cares when she isn't all that turned on by smells the way Astarion is. Rosemary, bergamot, brandy and a touch of undeath. Not surprising.

He sighs again and tosses them into the void with the pants.

Massage time. 

Propping herself up on elbows, Hircine gives him the saddest, wettest eyes he's ever seen. Is that what he looks like when he's pleading? No wonder his poor wife bends over backwards for him—literally.

“I'm sorry, Husband. I am trying, it's just—”

Astarion halts her words with his finger pressed to her lips. “Hush, pet. There is no need to apologize for not liking something. If you aren't into it, then you aren't into it. I would never begrudge you that. Now, roll over so I can sink my hands into those muscles.” 

Always a good listener, Hircine lays face down on the bed with arms crossed under her head for some support. Straddling her hips, which are surprisingly wide comparatively to the body he’s in now—thank the gods Hircine is so flexible—Astarion runs his hands over the rippling muscles in her back. Oh, these are nice. 

The hellish, scar-tissue ‘poem’ etched into his skin is promptly ignored. He's focusing on the good today, not the bad. 

He kneads his small hands into her upper shoulders, trying to press firmly into them until she shows any discomfort, but nothing comes. “How is it?” He asks.

“A little like nothing, honestly… Am I really so weak?”  

Well, that’s disappointing. “I’ve never thought you strong, but I didn’t realize it was this bad. What should I do then? I want you to feel good.”

Lifting her head, Hircine considers what to do. “How about you walk on my back? I bet the weight would feel nice.”

“Gods, my love and her big brain… or is it my brain?” She ‘tuts’ at him as Astarion gets to his feet, balancing carefully atop her back. Even though he’s now used to her more… top-heaviness, what with the mass of hair and her ample bust, balance isn’t something he’s mastered yet, so he steadies himself on a poster of their bed frame. He plants his feet along her shoulder blades. “Is it actually alright to do this to your back?”

“I don’t know—” She groans in his own lustful voice and Astarion’s knees might give out from the sound. Why doesn’t it sound like that to his actual ears? “Ooh, but it feels so good…” If he hadn’t put on panties, slick was going to be dripping from his legs by the end of this. 

He walks up and down Hircine’s broad back, putting attentive focus onto spots that get satisfied moans and groans out of her. The feeling is so strange, just digging his heels and toes into someone’s back instead of using hands as a massage… Maybe they’ll have to do this more often if the noises are anything to go by. 

It’s really hot. This whole thing is so hot. Is he really so attracted to himself or could this possibly be some leftover remains from Hircine’s body? He doesn’t care, Astarion is loving it.

The thighs are a little too slim to fully walk on, so Astarion works a foot and heel into a thigh one at a time, slowly moving up to the real prize.

That beautiful ass. 

It’s perfect. Gods, he hasn’t—Has he even seen it outside of the sides when he twists around best he can? 

Hircine is more into his back from how her hands roam up and down the curves of muscle, trailing along his shoulder blades and spine to the dimples in the small of his back. 

Astarion much prefers the tits and arse, of Hircine and of himself, apparently. 

Settling down to his knees, Astarion roughly pinches one arsecheek and Hircine jolts, peeking over her shoulder with a sharp glare. A wide smile strains his face, probably because Hircine rarely smiles, and he takes handfuls of each of her cheeks, rolling, kneading and squeezing them around. 

He leans down and bites one right in the center—hard enough to leave teeth marks.

Hircine yelps, swatting at Astarion. “Alright, enough, you wild animal.”

“Hircine, my darling love, my sweet pet, my perfect girl,” he begs in her adorable whiney voice, “I completely understand that you aren’t able to… get it up, but can I find some release here? I-I need something, I feel like I’m melting. It’s too much.” Astarion is squeezing his thighs together, anything to help the burning within.

It does not help.

Those deep pools of ruby look over his figure, probably finding it all much too desperate. Hircine chews at a lip, the motion so similar to how she does it in her own body. “I don’t mind, but could we… do it together? I could show you what feels the best to me.”

Astarion dives into her bare chest, wrapping his arms around her neck. “Oh my gods, I love you so much. You're so perfect for me, pet. I can put my fingers in my cunt?”

“Mine or yours?”

“Yes. Both. All of it. Anything, please.”

“You're so hungry, Husband.”

“I always am for you.”

She pulls away, pinching his nose. “And you. Can I put something on, please?”

Daring a peek back down, he sighs at his cock. Wretched thing might not be getting any action tonight. “Yes. Underwear only though. I need that skin-on-skin contact.”

“Yes, my lord.” Hircine mocks in a deep, affected accent as she slides off the bed, searching for wherever he threw the underwear. 

Is that what it sounds like when he’s being a brat? No wonder she finds him so silly all the time. 

“Wait, how should it lay?” Hircine asks. His cockhead sticks straight up out of the underwear, calling to Astarion, pleading to be free once again. 

Ignoring the siren call of his own penis, Astarion laughs, beckoning Hircine over. He sticks his hand into the underwear, holding back the snort of laughter when Hircine jumps while he adjusts his cock until it rests where it should, though it’s weird from this angle. “It should just… feel right? Does it?”

“I think so? I’ll get used to it.” 

“Good. I am very excited, though I’d much rather be back in my body, shoving my fingers and tongue into your cunt instead.”

“And I would much rather have your cock down my throat, but here we are.”

Hircine dirty talking him in his own voice? Could he come from listening to her describe everything in explicit detail?

Oh absolutely, yes. That's undeniable, but he wants something inside of him. So desperately, horrifically much. His cunt is throbbing with need and he knows the panties are soaked through completely. 

“Alright, pet, tell me what to do.” He takes her face in his hands, brushing a thumb across a sharp cheekbone. This is such an amazing experience. Each and every moment will be committed to memory with perfect clarity, if only they had one of those memory shards on hand so they could rewatch this as much as they please.

“I guess it’s time for you to get naked.”

His heart soars, the rhythmic pounding vibrating through his chest. “Will you help me?”

Hircine smiles, soft and sweet and he just adores the way those eyes crinkles around the edges. “Of course, Husband.” She unties the already loosened robe completely, flicking it over and down his shoulder.

With a smug grin, Astarion squeezes his arms around his tits and shakes his shoulders so they jiggle with the movement. He likes it when Hircine does it. 

An unimpressed, raised brow is all he gets for that action. “It's just a mirror.” She mutters.

“A mirror? What do you mean?”

“I'm pretending I'm looking into a mirror. This whole thing,” she waves between the two of them, “is hurting my head. I don't know if it's helping.”

“This hurts your head, but not the—” Astarion winces when, as if summoned, Herma-Mora's discordant chittering pierces a blade through his skull.

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Pinching the bridge of his nose, he groans. “I want it to stop.”

“I rarely ever hear him when I'm… enjoying myself—outside of when I seek him out intentionally. Stop thinking about him.”

“Are you thinking of another man when I'm inside you?!” I'm right here! How could she think of that vile monster when I, a beautiful, gorgeous, heart-breaking piece of man, am by her side?!

“He's not a man, and no, that's not what I meant. Let's move—”

“Hircine, my pet, I'm all for trying out new things, but bringing your mind-invader into the bedroom is not what I—”

Seemingly had enough, Hircine finds his nipples easily and pulls. Not hard, but it's enough for Astarion's brain to pleasantly shatter, the sting of arousal striking white-hot through every fiber of his being. His limbs turn to jelly, his core is screaming for something to fill him. The lewd moan that slips from his mouth couldn't possibly be contained even if he tried when his eyes slam shut, rocking forward in the hopes that Hircine might do more.

Instead, the traitorous (wo)man leans forward with a frown, releasing her tight hold on those peaks of delight much too early. “How about we move on to what's got you so bothered instead? I can smell the change… it's strange…”

“That's how I, uh, always know you're in the mood.” He's panting. His heart’s pounding. This body is absolutely quivering for more. 

How does Hircine keep it together when she responds so wholly with her body?

“Seems like cheating when you can just smell the difference.”

He wipes some drool from the side of his mouth. “That's called a natural advantage, pet. Not my problem that your body just… weeps for me.”

“Do you want to touch yourself or not?” 

He all but launches himself into Hircine’s chest, clutching at the curls that frame her beautifully pointed ears. “Please, I need it!” If he can't have his own cock, then the fingers will have to do. 

“Alright,” she climbs onto the bed, spreading her legs and patting the spot between, “sit here, back to me.” The robe is thrown to the floor, and panties, which are soaked as expected and he beats down the urge to taste them as he always does, are thrown away before Astarion dives in, situating himself right where she asked. Her cool hands immediately slip between his thighs and pry them open with ease, knees raised and feet planted on their soft bedding. The cool air in the room meets the wetness of his cunt for a very refreshing feeling. That’s nice. 

He’s stunned and insanely turned on by the forwardness Hircine is presenting when she is always the one waiting for his command. Being in his body must make her bold. 

“To start, your hands, please, Husband.” Both her hands are held up in waiting, her lips close to his ear, speaking in heady, hushed tones that have him fighting the urge to just shove her fingers into his dripping cunt so he can fuck himself silly on them.

Astarion enthusiastically places his hands in Hircine’s, and she guides them to his heaving chest to cup each breast in a hand. “To get started, sometimes I like to squeeze and roll them around,” and they do just that in tandem, gently squeezing the soft, weighty flesh of his tits, admiring how they spill over in his smaller hands. “Harder,” she whispers, digging their fingers in, right on the cusp of too hard. His head falls back, a breathy moan and wiggling hips, his response to the alluring sensation. 

This is decadent! He can’t believe Hircine is always so quiet in bed when it feels like this. His cunt continues to clench around nothing, and Astarion can barely wait for more.

“And when that isn’t enough anymore,” she says, shifting her grip to lay his fingertips onto his nipples, “then I know this is what I need.” They brush featherlight over the tightened buds, very gently circling around the areolas and good gods, Astarion wishes he could just come from this and literally nothing else. His tits are alight with the most delightful tingle that trails like fire through his stomach and loins, and this is only his touch, not Hircine’s.

“Can you—Can you do it?” He gasps out, arching his back to rest his head on her strong shoulder and jut his chest out. If he doesn’t get some more stimulation, he might explode. 

“Oh, my poor, needy Husband… You want me to touch you?” She coos.

“Fuck—Please, I need it, Hircine!” He demands, rocking back against her, looking down to relish in the way his tits bounce with the action. Finding it within herself to be gracious, Hircine cups his breasts now, thumb and forefingers pinching over his pale nipples to twist them around. His thighs slap together when he moans loud and long and desperate, struggling to comprehend how amazing it feels with her hands on him now. She could probably rip his nipples right off and it would still be one of the best experiences to date. 

She hums, a thoughtful noise that rumbles through her throat, and he can hear the smile in her voice when she speaks next. “I don’t think we play with our ears enough…” A wet tongue snakes along the shell of his ear, shockingly tender and sensitive, and Astarion’s breath hitches. Between the ear licking and the nipple touching, it’s all so much, so perfect, so good. 

And then Hircine pushes his breasts up towards their faces, releasing him so they bounce back into place. “Do it to yourself some more.” She commands, not all that stern in case he were to reject such a thing. As if. Following instructions like the good husband he is, Astarion returns his hands to where they belong, missing Hircine’s touch, but loving his own all the same. 

While he appreciates how much Hircine is getting into this, Astarion is stunned that she is noticeably not hard against his back. How?! 

Oh, well. His pleasure is the most important right now. 

Pinching, pulling, rolling, with this body reacting by clenching, yearning, throbbing… A frantic energy is building up within him, but with his touch on his breasts only, he knows there will be no reaching the brink of satisfaction.

As usual, Hircine’s timing is good, or maybe she knows her body well enough to understand that this kind of play would not be enough. Her fingers tickle down his flat stomach and he watches at it involuntarily clenches at the funny feeling. She then stops right at the apex of his sex, drumming against the pubic bone.

“Hmm, do you want to tease or shall I?” She asks and Astarion’s heart flutters. 

“You.” His desperate response is instantaneous. Why would she ever ask when she knows it’s so much better that she do it?

One hands scoops up a breast, lightly massaging it in a firm grip, but much to his dismay, the nipple is ignored entirely while her other hand pries open his thighs once again, palm and fingers smoothing along the supple flesh of his inner thigh, occasionally circling dangerously close to his lower lips before skirting away to repeat the motion. On his own, he could see how this wouldn’t be all that exciting, but with Hircine’s strong hands initiating, it has him on the verge of begging. 

On another lazy pass by his folds, Hircine leaves her hand to rest there, but finally offers some relief from the toying by brushing the thumb on her other hand over a peaked bud, and Astarion realizes he’s been holding his breath for much, much too long, his chest constricting with need until he sucks one in with a gasp as his hips jerk up, eager for Hircine to continue.

Her quiet voice, insistent and urging, reaches him. “Touch yourself, Husband.”

Biting back a moan, Astarion does as he's told, no hesitation, digits sliding down his stomach just as she did before, aiming for that swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves that he knows gets Hircine off so well. The second his fingers make contact, crackling sparks of pleasure jolt through his body, unleashing a debauched gasp that he didn't even know Hircine’s body was capable of. 

He’ll take more of that. His fingers slip down further, swirling just outside the hungry mouth of his cunt to coat himself in slick, and that movement is carried back up to the clit, gently rubbing around it for the most glorious sensation. Hircine, not one to sit idly by, turns her attention to his tits, kneading them with fervent affection and pulling on the impossibly, hardened peaks. He’s so breathless as his hips buck, searching for some more friction. 

“Oh, fuck, Hircine, it’s so, so good!” He mewls as she tenderly pinches his nipples. “Can-Can I put my fingers inside? Please, I want it so bad!”

He can hear how she licks her lips, letting out a quiet huff of laughter. “Are you going to fuck yourself on your fingers?”

“Yes!”

“Then do it.” She whispers. 

Instantly, he sinks his middle finger inside that glorious wet heat, then another follows immediately after because Astarion is craving it so deeply. His cunt grips his fingers as they slide in and out at a slow, cautious pace, reveling in how slick and warm and hot it is. While Astarion is lost in himself, Hircine flicks her fingers across his clit and roughly twists one of his nipples with the other hand, and he is lost to the shock of overwhelming euphoria that burns its way through his body. Her strokes on his clit continue, gentle and sensuous, urging him down a path to a mind-blowing orgasm, the likes he might not have experienced before. 

A third finger is added, a comfortable stretch inside him as he seeks out that spot Hircine loves so much and gods, does he want it. The coil is tightening within his belly, and Astarion presses back into Hircine, whining and moaning and gasping, and then—

Hircine stops, stilling all her movements completely.

Astarion is a yearning, flustered mess as he removes his fingers, panting hard when no release comes to ease the overwhelming burn. “Wh-Why did you stop?!” 

“It’s not fun if you come so quickly… I like the buildup, personally.” Her cold lips meet his cheek for a loud, smacking kiss that leaves him feeling dissatisfied. 

“Tch, I want to come, not play games.” Guess he’ll have to take his pleasure into his own hands if she’s going to be evil.

Wrapping an arm over his tits and covering his clit with her hand, Hircine smiles deviously against him. “No, we’re going slow.”

He scowls, “Is this because I fingered you under the desk while that gnome was asking for an advance payment last week?”

“Hmm, well now that you remind me… Yes. It is.” Hircine nibbles at his ear, fangs scraping against the sensitive skin there so gooseflesh raises across Astarion’s body, and he shivers. Running her fingers down through his puffy folds, she dips into his cunt once, then twice, before stroking the entrance and back up to his clit, teasing gently. “Also, my dear husband, I think it’s only fair that you know what it's like to be played with.”

It’s outright vengeance. Fine, they can play. He opens his slim legs as wide as he can, offering himself up completely for whatever Hircine has planned. Her fingers have warmed up to his body temperature now as she swirls them around, making a mess of his slick all along his cunt lips and thighs, occasionally giving some much needed attention to Astarion’s clit so he whines and squirms at the pleasure that strikes through his nerves.

Touch like this could feel just as good in his own body, but maybe it's the thrill, the strangeness, of being different that has him singing so much for each stroke, swipe and pinch. Hircine is rarely ever interested in self-pleasure unless he asks for a show, so the fact that she’s able to toy with him so well like this, knowing exactly the buttons to push, is a wonderful surprise. 

If it’s some advanced level of torture she’s learned or the height of absolute delight, Astarion is brought so close to the edge of oblivion, only to be brought back down again and again… and again, while Hircine whispers sweet nothings and taunts into his ears.

Whether her vengeance has been sated or she just knows he’s had enough, Hircine nuzzles her nose into his neck, trailing up until she murmurs in that decadent and deep voice. “Had enough, Husband?”

“Please.” A whispering plea slips past his lips, chest heaving and sweat clinging to his body as she works him over so thoroughly. Slickened fingers are brought to his mouth, and Astarion opens, keen to taste that nectar he so eagerly feasts on any other night. Musky, salty and sweet, not quite the same as it is when he’s tasting with his own tongue, but delicious all the same. Seeking out her lips, they meet in a slow, heated kiss to share his arousal. 

Hircine hums when she breaks away, red eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Different… Interesting. I’ll stop playing with you now.”

He melts into her chest, drawing circles over one of his pale nipples with an index finger, “Oh, thank the gods, I’m rea—Ah!” She buries two fingers inside his cunt before he can finish speaking, curling them up just right to hit that spot inside, while the other hand seeks out the rosy bud at the apex of his sex, rubbing it perfectly between her fingers. Astarion’s been kept mercilessly at the edge of bliss, so these intent ministrations by Hircine shoves him right over. 

His eyes screw shut while a choked cry echoes out into their bedroom as he comes, writhing in her arms when shockwaves of his orgasm overtake this body. Stars are seen, breath is trapped in his chest, and his nails dig into his tits while each rippling wave sends him reeling in euphoria. The two stroking fingers inside of his core are constricted as the walls of his cunt pulse in tune with his fluttering heartbeat, ebbing slowly to an occasional twinge as Hircine helps him ride each crest, before it abates fully, and Astarion is left a trembling and limp pile of limbs.

Eventually enveloped in a tight embrace, Hircine holds him close, placing sweet pecks to his temple. “Was that what you wanted?”

He groans and swallows to wet his dry throat, feeling like dropped jelly. “Does… it always feel like that?”

“Sometimes.”

“Fuck, that’s amazing.” Finally some sense is returned to his loose arms and legs, and Astarion curls up against Hircine, feeling purely satisfied. “Thank you, my love.” His eyes are already growing heavy, all the energy drained from his body after that mind-bending orgasm. 

Maybe after a short nap, everything will return to normal.

[hiddenfemme]

HONEY

Pairing: King Steve Harrington x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

NSFW 18+: language, oral, fingering

A/N: I was planning on making this a short series, so depending on interest, this may turn into more. This is the first fic I’ve ever posted so I wanted to keep it short and sweet. This is not proof read, sorry if there are any mistakes :)

You never meant for any of it happen. Well, definitely not the first time, or the second or maybe even the fifth time. But at some point you suppose you stopped caring about being a good friend because you’d be the worst if it meant Steve “The King” Harrington kept working your clit the way he was doing now.

“Steve m’gunna cum soon.”

“Yeah? You gonna let me taste it honey?” Steve lets out a groan, lapping at your folds like he has all the time in the world. “Shit, I love this filthy little pussy.”

“Stevie.”

“Everyone thinks you’re so innocent honey. But you’ve got your best friends boyfriends tongue in your cunt everyday. What would they think if they found out you’re just a giant slut for me.”

Fuck. Fuck.

You wanted everyone to know how you spent your free period. And your weekends and sometimes your Thursday mornings if Nancy had tutoring lessons before school. You wanted them all to realize that even when Steve had his big hands wrapped around Nancys waist, his face close to hers, saying those pretty words that make her blush pink, he was really just a slave to you.

On his knees daily, begging to worship you, pleading to taste you, crying while he stuffs you full with his cum.

Steve Harrington was yours. Nancy Wheeler could go to hell.

You could barley get your words out. Stomach bound tight and ready to explode.

“What was that honey? You know I hate it when you don’t speak up.” He looks up at you, bottom half of his face glistening with your slick, fingers prodding your aching hole.

“I want them to see.” You lean your head back against the tile of the locker room wall.

“See what?” He has two thick fingers stretching you out, hitting that sweet spongy spot over and over.

“Want them to see you fuck me out. Please Stevie, want them…” You mewl in between pumps. “to know I’m yours.”

“Shit.” His fingers move faster while he stands up to meet his face with yours. You can smell yourself on him and you love it. Oh my god you love it. Yours ears burn hot and your legs start to shake.

He kisses along your jaw, grabbing your throat tight with his free hand, moaning your name so pretty as you palm him over his pants. “No one can know it’s me filling this pussy. You’re not a good girl, you’re not like Nancy.”

His words tear your chest in two but they’re coated in sugar and you’re about to cum.

“But you’re still mine, right honey?”

But you’re still mine.

Still mine.

Right honey?

You’re completely and utterly gone. Seeing white while coming undone. Losing your balance and being held up by Steve’s body, mouth clamped shut by his palm. The noises being muffled nothing short of pathetic but you don’t care. You can’t care, not while he’s praising you and telling you just how sweet you’ve been for him the last 10 minutes.

You’re practically in tears, chest heaving and cunt still dripping when he straightens you out.

“I’ll see you after school yeah? Nancy said you’re going back to hers and asked if you could catch a ride. Don’t be late, you know she hates waiting.” He pulls your skirt back down your hips and squeezes your ass.

“Said you’ll be gone before dinner though. You’re coming to mine when you leave, yeah?” He’s got your chin between his fingers. Head dipped low to look you in your eyes.

You’re dumb. So dumb, so horny and so stupid for Steve Harrington.

You nod. “Yes.”

He didn’t have time to give you his cock this morning but tonight he would and when he was balls deep in you he never remembered her name and he always asked you to stay.

“I’ll pick you up 3 blocks from her place. Clean yourself up. You let me make such a mess of you honey.”

[call-sign-shark]

✨ Might As Well Face It ✨

Summary: It started with sex, and it ended up with Pete Maverick Mitchell addicted to your love.

Words: 1.5k Tags:  masturbation, big smut allusions, love confession, age gap, student/teacher relationship, Pete is fucking addicted to you &lt;3

notes: Here is my contribution to @roosterforme 's playlist challenge Love is in the Air TGM. My song was Robert Palmer's Addicted to Love! Here, treat yourself with a video of Tom Cruise singing that song! This is also self-indulgent because I used my own call sign, Shark, for this xReader one shot. Enjoy! 💚

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He had kissed her.

No, worst than that. He had fucked her. 

His student. 

His twenty-five-years-younger-than-him student.

It all started two months ago when he decided to have a drink at the Hard Deck to relieve the stress of the day. Coyote almost crashed his plane for he had fainted during a maneuver. Fortunately enough, he managed to wake up before it was too late. Following this anxious event, all Pete wanted was a few beers, a hot shower, and a good night of sleep. When he sat at the bar counter, his eyes fell on you - you were dancing and singing to the rhythm of Addicted to Love’s electric guitars. You, the student who had driven him crazy since day one. 

He had sipped on his beer, his eyes burning with desire as he enjoyed the sight of your attractive body swinging. His focus shifted from your bratty face to your curves: first, he watched your breasts bouncing at each movement and could not help imagining how good it would feel to lay kisses on them. Then, he looked at your hips he could easily imagine grabbing while fucking you. Finally, he had bitten his lips when looking at your butt - Gosh, the only thing he wanted was spanking it to punish you for arousing him like that. He might have drunk a bit too much or maybe was it his young self breaking free, he could not tell.  Still, he had waited until you decided to leave and offered to bring you home with his motorcycle. The last thing he remembered was you, pinned against the wall of your bedroom, as he filled you with his cum.

Hot water was raining down on Pete Mitchell, who had buried his face in his forearm that was resting against the wet tiles of the shower walls. His heart sweated.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

He asked himself out loud, his breath shaky. He growled with pleasure. His free hand was holding his cock firmly, moving up and down along his length. Fuck - he had never been so hard in his entire life. The slow and languid strokes he had started with quickly turned into frenzied movements. Each time Pete closed his eyes, his mind was assaulted with the memories of your heated encounter. He could still hear your voice chanting, calling him “Sir” as he pounded you with his hips crashing against yours at each thrust.  His body shook.

After that first fuck, he had told her it was a mistake and that they should not do it again…Only to pound her harder two days later, right in the hangar in which he reached his lessons to the squad.  Another kiss was what it took.

“Fucking brat…” 

He swore, hating you for making him feel that way. 

“She could be your fucking daughter, you dumbass.” 

He swore again, hating himself for wanting you so bad. All his muscles tightened for the fire burning in his abdomen became far too much to handle. Pete threw his head back and let out a long, masculine, and final moan. His cock throbbed while releasing his seed. 

He remained there, motionless and panting, stars dancing in front of him. 

Damn, something was definitely wrong with him. 

That was why, two weeks ago, he left you in the morning. On your nightstand, there was a little paper plane with a note written on it.

He tried. He really tried to resist - He even did his best to avoid you. But those last two weeks without you had been the worst of his life. And here he was, jerking off constantly, thinking about you, and suffering from both physical and mental withdrawal symptoms.

After a while, Pete got out of the shower and grabbed a towel he wrapped around his sharp hips. He ran one of his hands through his wet hair to slick them back and looked at his own reflection in the mirror. Despite masturbating in the shower two times in a row, the Captain’s throat was still tight and he could barely breathe.  It has been only two weeks but his body wanted more of you. His soul wanted more of yours.

He could never get enough of you.

His brows furrowed at the piercing green eyes that were looking back at him, afraid of the feelings blazing in his heart. He could not believe it. Pete Mitchell used to think he was immune to the stuff - and by stuff, he meant love stuff. He was the one who broke hearts. He was the one making girls go crazy - at least when he was younger. 

What was he supposed to do? The wiser thing was to eat something and go to sleep, but he could barely do that since your last encounter for his mind was clouded by all the thoughts he had about his hot student and her sweet liquor lips he craved so much it hurt. Maverick, the man and legend, might as well face it: he was addicted to love. Torn between his reasonable self and his feelings, Pete’s mind was tormented.

Should he stick to the good decision of not flirting with his student? Or should he risk losing everything to be by her side?  The man shook his head and grabbed his clothes to put them back on. He had made his decision - another kiss is what he needed. 

The entrance’s door slammed behind him, for he almost run to his motorcycle. Riding it, he took a quick look at his watch to check the time. It was 9 pm but he could not care less: he needed to talk to you. He needed to see you, to kiss your lips, to touch your body, and to sink in your arms, apologizing for the stupid decision he took when he left you all alone in that motel room. 

Pete drove to your house, enforcing the speed limits Maverick style. When he arrived in front of your home, he got up from his bike and knocked at the door. His heart beat in double-time as he waited for you to answer. One, two, three minutes passed but no one came to the door. Pete’s seductive smile faded from his good-looking face. Maybe you were not home?

He took a few steps back, his emerald eyes watching through the living room’s windows. His brows furrowed when he noticed that the lights were on inside your house. After another few minutes, Pete lowered his head, disappointment on his face. Why would you talk to him after he dumped you with a paper note and avoided you for two full weeks? A long sigh escaped from his lips before he pinched the bridge of his nose as if he could feel a headache coming.

“I’m a fucking idiot…”  He said to himself, out loud. Goose was probably facepalming himself up in Heavens, for he had never stopped being the same loser with girls he was when he was young.

“Yes, you’re a fucking idiot Pete Mitchell.” 

Pete jumped at the sudden feminine voice he heard right behind him. He turned around and was welcomed by the blessed sight of your beautiful silhouette. He opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out. Your beautiful eyes unsettled him.

Your instructor wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, realizing that he can’t be saved anymore. The mere fact of facing you again had him damned for eternity

“Cat got your tongue, Sir?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Your mischievous eyes stared at him.

“I’m sorry Shark.” He finally managed to utter. 

“I know, that’s what you wrote on your stupid little paper plane.” 

“No, you don’t understand. I am really sorry.” 

Pete walked towards you. He was close, so close that your chest was almost pressed against his. You raised your head towards him to keep looking dagger at his green eyes.

“I was terrified. Terrified because I realized can’t live without you. I can’t and I don’t want to. I’ve felt more alive the past two months than I did in my entire life. But the truth is I am twenty-five years older than you, on top of being your teacher."

"That's why you fucked your student daily for two months and dumped her."

"I was afraid of getting fired but I don’t care anymore. All I want is to be with you and never leave.” 

"Seriously Pete. As if this Valentine's Day was not shitty enough... "

"I'm serious Shark. I don't want to leave anymore."

His eyes glimmered as he talked to you. He was struggling to hold back his tears.

A small twinge of pain pinched your heart at the sight of the legendary Maverick struggling to express the feeling he had for you. One look at his emerald eyes and all the grudge you hold against him disappeared.  What kind of superpowers he had, you thought.

“Pete.” You gently pressed the palm of your hand against his sharp jaw.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I am,” His gaze dived into yours. 

A smirk stretched the corner of your lips. Somehow, that apology was all you needed. Your fingers brushed his warm skin and traced the crow’s feet at the outer corner of one of his eyes. It was true, he was old enough to be your dad. And you could both get in trouble for your relationship... But you fell for Captain Mitchell.

And he fell. Harder.

“Might as well face it, Mitchell. You’re addicted to love.” 

“No,” he retorted, “I’m addicted to your love, Dear.” 

“Fucking idiot” You could not help but chuckle. The kind of bratty chuckle that sent Maverick to Heavens just by listening to it.

“Your idiot.” He whispered, his face coming closer to kiss you. Yet, you stopped him by pressing your index fingers on his lips. Surprised, Pete looked at you, perplexed.

"Another kiss, and you'll be mine." Your voice sang, quietly, words candy-coated with malice.

Pete snorted, amused. The way his eyes squinted when he smiled was irresistible. He chased away your finger with a head movement, only to capture your lips with his.

He was ready to risk it.

What did he have to lose? After all, he was already yours.

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credits:

Gif by @pohjanneito Mav's handwritting font by @k9effect

[aleatory-eyes]

Tw:kidnapping, wrestling.

Duo part 2 expectancy

Yandere erasermic x fem reader

Before starting, I don't think the 'reader' is dumb she just have a lot of positivity that clouds her thinking lol.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

Part 1

When aizawa told you his husband was coming soon. You were dreading the arrival all day long, yet he didn't appear.

"Maybe tomorrow" the other person in the flat grunted. Even though he had his usual cold face, the way he angrily slammed the door was enough to notice his mood.

Inversely, you were relieved (a litle happy too). Being on edge with one insane person was stressful enough, but two people was bound to give you a heart attack. "Hold on..." A word escaped your lips as you come to a realization. "Maybe Present mic is not as crazy...he could save me. He is a real hero after all" you start rumbling, to yourself of course.

"And also they are polar opposites, they probably have almost nothing in common. That includes morals, right?"

Filled with hope, now you also waited patiently his appearance. Falling asleep in the living room sofa.

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"Breakfast is served, get up" a male voice wakes you up. You can recognize it instantly by now and so you put on your best behavior. "good morning" you says cheerfully following his order and going to eat the food.

If everything went well you wont have to put up with this for much longer.

Suddenly the door is smashed open, a tall man entering with a colorful suitcase. "I'M BACK!" he shouted. Not waiting a second, he started talking to his husband "babe, this mission was sooo hard. But the hardest part was being without you love! I'VE MISSSSSS YOUUUU" after the cringe greetings he finally noticed you.

In less that 30 seconds he was already in front of you. He took his glasses off to get a better look at your face."Hel-" you started to beg but at the same time he locked eyes with the other hero, and a big smile appeared in their faces. You decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being, preferring to listen. As your expectations shatters.

"shouta... you didn't tell me" after a kiss between them the black haired man replied "I wanted to be a surprise, I didn't expect the job taking this much time".

While they were all smiles, you in the other hand were crumbling inside. Of course they were both crazy. You definitely had the worst of lucks.

With a sigh you looked to the opposite direction of the lovebirds. The door was still open, you notice. Maybe your luck wasn't that bad after all. Taking advantage of the hero's slip, you run as fast as you can towards the exit.

You hear rapid steps and even though you try to run faster, present mic manages to captured you. Throwing you to the floor and ending up with your wrists being held behind your back . Your Stomach smashing the ground as one of his knees keeps you down for good measure.

Aizawa approaches and lets go of a deep sigh, before looking at you disappointed. "I though she was adapting well for a second... but behavior wont be a problem now that you re back, love." He says looking at the other man getting closer enough for another a deep kiss. "I've also missed you, my body was beginning to ache for the waiting" shouta confess with chuckle.

Then the blond utter his request "Then...should we give our rebellious baby a punishment? That would be a hot welcome back"

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Postdata: I wonder what her punishment could be... Perhaps she isn't that unlucky.

Part 3 in the making

[merovingianprincess]

Destinies of Life - Aegon Targaryen x Reader

thank you for the kind feedback, I was expecting like maybe 3 people to read the first part lmao. I used an english to valyrian translator so forgive me if it was wrong. let me know what y'all think! also if anyone will show me how to to the line break, i thank you and send kisses.

TW: grief

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon, nor do I claim to. This story is my own and I ask no one to copy my work.

part one

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You didn't remember what the servant brought you for dinner. After you ate, you changed into your nightgown and laid down, the servant tended the fire before she left after delivering your meal. You lay on your side, a slow stream of tears down your face, wetting a small patch of your pillow.

You once read in a book about how grief was different for everyone, which made sense because you didn't feel like sobbing or throwing things in anger. Maybe you were in the denial phase even though a part of you accepted your mother was dead. You remember when your brothers died, you didn't sob hysterically or throw bits of anger at anyone like your mother did. Instead, you did the same as you are doing now, silently suffering. You felt like you didn't want to bother anyone or share your pain. But you also didn't want to wallow around in it, because what good what that do. Maybe your Septa's teachings truly worked, a princess must always put on her best face through the worst of it all. Don't let them see you down or wounded, your enemies will only use it against you. though all of it was easier said than done.

You awoke with the beginning of sunrise, hearing the seagulls off in the distance calling to one another. Another cool breeze drifted through your chambers, lightly blowing the curtains from the slightly open window. You nuzzled the side of your face into your pillow; arms and legs coiling in an inwards pull to the core of your body, taking in any last bits of comfort and warmth from your comfortable bed.

You rolled onto your back and stared at the top of your canopy for a few moments before sitting up in bed. You looked around your chambers, it was still organized chaos as your stepfather would have put it. While it wasn't a mess, items were certainly in a state of disarray but you always argued if you needed to find anything you could, as you remember exactly where you last put it. Though now you had to remember there would never be another time of your stepfather making jokes about the state of your chambers or your mother scolding you to be a more organized girl. This would be your last morning here for all you'd know.

Knock, knock, knock.

You turned your head to the door, letting out a yawn, "You may come in." you called out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from your eyes.

The door was slowly opened by a guard who stepped in, holding the door open for the train of maids who came in with pails of hot water. They all apart from one went to your bathing rooms and began to fill the bathtub.

"Good morning, my princess. I thought you'd like a bath before you leave Dragonstone and head to Kings Landing." the maid, Myra said with a warm smile and a curtsy. It was impressive how she was able to do so whilst holding a pail of hot water.

You returned the smile, "I would love that, thank you, Myra. I believe my bathing oils are already in there. Do you believe there is enough time to wash my hair as well?" you replied, pushing back the heavy blanket and swinging your legs to the edge of the bed.

"Absolutely, princess, I hoped you would want to do that. The cooks are about to begin preparing breakfast and very few others are awake yet, I should have you all cleaned and dried off by the time breakfast is served." Myra replied.

"Thank you, you are always so on top of things." You replied, then standing up and giving a small stretch of your body.

Myra nodded her head and headed to your bathing chambers to prepare for your bath. You saw the other maids head back for more pails of water, usually it took 12 large pails of hot water to fill your pearly white bathtub, only 6 maids came with Myra this morning so they'd only have to make one more trip.

You walked across the chilly stone floor to the open window, pushing back one of the blowing curtains. You peered out the window, resting your arms on the sill. Another breeze came making you close your eyes and take in a deep breath before slowly letting it out and opening your eyes. It was beautiful outside, even with the sun just beginning its ascent in the sky. The horizon was a purple-pink color, the waves of the sea lazily coming to shore, the seagulls riding the winds effortlessly. You wanted to enjoy the calm serenity, even though you were starting to feel the weight of guilt settle in your stomach. How could you enjoy the beautiful sunrise and the warming morning winds when your mother, stepfather, and brothers were dead? How was it fair that they were dead and you were alive? A tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it away as you heard the shuffling feet across the floor. You turned your head to see the rest of the maids back, heading to your bathing chambers with their large pails of hot water. You gave them a small smile, and in return, they bowed their heads as they walked quickly past you.

You took one last look out the window before turning on your heel and letting your arms fall from the window sill. You leisurely followed the trail of maids to your bathing chamber; as you walked in you saw the last pail of hot water being poured into the bathtub and Myra pouring in some of your favorite bath oils and salts. She dismissed the maids who bowed their heads as they walked past you out of the chamber with their large pails in hand.

"Well, princess the bath is ready for you and I've instructed the ladies to begin to pack your things whilst you bathe. Anything, in particular, you want to be put into your travel trunk that will be in your chambers on the ship for easy access?" She asked approaching you, motioning for you to raise your arms.

"Just a few books so I can read and a few changes of clothes." You said raising your arms for Myra to slip off your nightgown.

Goosebumps begin to form on your body feeling the chilly morning air.

"Of course, I'll let them know. I'm going to have them leave out a cloak just in case you decide to wear one on the boat if it gets chilly." She replied, setting aside the gown and offering you her hand. You accepted it and raised one leg up and over the rim of the bathtub and then the other, feeling the nice hot water welcome you. She let go of your hand as you begin to lower yourself in the tub, grabbing the side of the bathtub to steady yourself as you lowered down.

The warm water felt like a warm hug, you scooted forward bringing your chest to your knees and dipped your head back into the water, and submerged yourself, holding your breath for a few seconds before coming back to the surface. You wiped the water away from your eyes, as much as you loved being in the hot water and getting clean, you knew you had to be quick so you could get to breakfast before boarding the boat.

You heard muffles of Myra's voice only bits and pieces of her words, you made out that she was instructing the ladies on how to properly pack your things and what to leave out. You'd miss her dearly.

"Alright, my love, let's get to cleaning you up," Myra said walking quickly back into the room.

You grabbed a bottle of your favorite vanilla-honey liquid soap and began to pour a small bit into your hand.

"Good plan, you clean your body and I'll clean your hair." She said grabbing a bottle of your shampoo and putting little squirts on different sections of your head.

You let out a small giggle, "Did you think I'd be lazy and make you do it all yourself?"

"No, thankfully I'm lucky that you can manage quite well yourself," she said with a smile in her voice, hands massaging the shampoo into your hair.

You both began to work on cleaning your designated areas, You rubbed the soap onto your body quickly and diligently as Myra worked on your head, the amazing massage almost made you fall back asleep.

"Princess, may I ask you something freely?" Myra said, caution in her voice.

"Of course," you replied, finishing up with your soap, and grabbing a cloth to wash your face.

"I heard you are to marry King Aegon," she said with a pause almost contemplating her words, "How do you feel about that?" she asked, nervously.

You let out a breath, gently letting your hand fall into the water to wet it. "I haven't had much time to think, truthfully. I know people must think I'm mad to marry him after my mother's death, but if this is what ends the war and keeps my remaining brothers alive, then I will do it." You brought the cloth up to your face and gently scrubbed it behind your ears and down your neck, "Though I hope has changed from the irresponsible whore, as his reputation has been for years."

"Are you happy about it?" she asked, grabbing the last bucket of hot water and a cup.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm not sure, I just hope he is a somewhat decent husband to me. Gods know he barely paid any attention to sweet Helaena and slept his way through half the brothels on the Street of Silk whilst they were married." You began to gently scrub at your face.

She scooped some water into the cup from the bucket and tilted your head back to pour water over your head, using her free hand to rub at your scalp where the water was going.

She kept at is quietly on the different parts of your head until she saw all the shampoo was out and the bucket was empty. She squeezed what water she could out of your wet hair.

"All done, princess." She said giving you a small pat on your upper arm.

You stood up with Myra wrapping a warm, dry thick cloth around you and helped you step out of the bathtub. You were ushered over to a stool, where you rubbed your body oils on and Myra rubbed another cloth through your hair to dry it as quickly as she could.

One of the ladies brought in your small clothes and dress and helped you put the clothes on quickly so Myra could brush out your hair and put some braids in.

"Still damp underneath but it should be dry by the time you get to the boat, princess," Myra said, running her hands through your wavy silver hair.

You smiled back at her, putting in your earrings whilst a maid put on your stockings and shoes.

"Are you excited to become queen, princess?" the maid asked, slipping on your shoes.

Myra gave her a soft kick and a damning look. The maid muttered an apology sheepishly

"Truly Myra, it's fine." you said putting out a soft hand to calm, "I haven't had much time or training I'm afraid but I'm going to do my best," you replied looking at the maid who was now tying your shoe, giving her a smile. She sat your foot on the ground gently and looked at you with a smile before standing up.

You made your way down to breakfast after making sure your things were packed well and giving a final goodbye to your chambers.

You entered the dining room to find the only people there be the servants and cooks who were setting the table, each greeting you with a smile and a 'good morning princess', you smiled and thanked them before taking a seat. You grabbed a plate and picked a few breakfast items and grapefruit juice to begin. Quietly you ate for a few minutes, before a few of Aegon's advisors and men came trailing in as well, some taking a seat, others grabbing a quick bite and leaving. You wanted to enjoy your last few moments at home as long as you could. The sunlight cascaded through the windows of the room.

Minding your own business and eating quietly, you were startled when you heard chairs scraping backward and cutlery hitting the plates. You looked up to see Aegon had entered the dining hall as well. You carefully scooted your chair back and curtsied to him as his men bowed.

"Good morning, I hope everyone slept well, we will be heading to Kings Landing soon after breakfast. The maesters have informed me the winds are good for sailing, so I hope we can get back home in less than three days." Aegon said, standing with his hands crossed in front of him, looking around the room.

You sat back down and resumed eating as the men nodded and some gave their good mornings to the king as he made his way over to you, taking the seat on your right.

"Visenya, good morning. Are you ready to head to the capital?" he greeted you with a grin, grabbing a muffin and fruit for his plate.

You swallowed the grapefruit juice you were sipping. "Yes, Ae- my king. Though I do have a question," you replied, setting down your cup.

He hummed in response for you to continue, you noticed he looked clean and he had light bags under his eyes. You assumed he was up late not getting much sleep.

"Are Vermithor and Silverwing still alive?" You asked, watching him pour himself some grapefruit juice.

He looked at you and nodded his head, "Yes, I made sure to keep them well and looked after during the night." he said, taking his knife and cutting the muffin in half.

"Can I bring them to Kings Landing with us?" you asked hopefully.

He nodded his head again, "Of course. Though the dragon pit was destroyed, I hope to have it rebuilt within the next year or so. I don't know where we will keep them, perhaps let them reside in the Kingswood clearing like Vhagar did, though she preferred the beaches from what my late brother told me. I am not sure where Sunfyre will hang out until the pit is rebuilt." he answered, letting out a breath of stress.

You grinned widely, catching his eyes as he took a bite of his muffin. He smiled back shyly still chewing.

"Is it okay if I go tell them? I want them to know where I've gone and that they are welcome to come," you questioned, taking another sip of your juice.

He nodded again wiping his mouth with his cloth napkin. "Yes, you can, I just ask you to be quick since we need to catch the winds," he said, then softly touching your hand that was resting on the table lowering his voice so only you could hear him, "I do plead that you try not to make an escape or anything, Visenya. We made an agreement to marry for peace and life, I don't want any surprises at the moment, so please take a guard," he instructed.

You looked at him with confusion and furrowed brows, "Try anything? Aegon, sorry, my king, all I want is peace and for my brothers to be alive and safe, I give you my word I won't make an escape attempt, I just want to see my dragon." you whispered back.

He gave a nod of understanding before calling to a few guards, instructing them to lead you to your dragon.

After walking quickly down to the beach, catching a glimpse of your things being loaded onto the awaiting ships, you caught sight of your beautiful bronze dragon, Vermithor, nestled happily on the beach with Silveriwng close by. You practically ran to him, though nervous to alarm the guards.

"Oh ñuha dōna Vermithor!" you called out to him in a sing-song voice. Oh my sweet Vermithor!

The giant beast opened his eyes and raised his head, seeing you walk towards him, he let out a happy rumble. You reached out a hand to touch his enormous snout, feeling his warmth. You noticed the guards behind you stop a few dozen feet from the giant dragon.

"Iksan jāre naejot dārys tegorīr naejot jiōragon married. Isn't bona kirimves?" you said, giving him a rub which gained another happy rumble from him. I'm going to Kings Landing to get married. Isn't that fun?

You put your other hand on him and leaned your head against him, you felt a vibration, some sort of happiness for you.

"Jaelan ao se Silverwing naejot māzigon lēda nyke. Though nyke won't sagon able naejot kipagon ao konīr. Yn nyke kivio kosti jikagon sōvegon." you said, giving him a kiss on his warm skin. I want you and Silverwing to come with me. Though I won't be able to ride you there. But I promise we can go flying soon.

He let out a groan, making you laugh. It was some sort of, We will come but I wish you could fly. He loved flying, he was happiest with you and his mate.

"Iksi naejot henujagon aderī, sepār gīmigon skori ao jiōragon konīr, se zaldrīzes ripo iksis dombo. Nyke gīmigon ao couldn't fit isse konīr dombo. Yn kostā umbagon isse se Kingswood." you instructed. We are to leave soon, just know when you get there, the dragon pit is no more. I know you couldn't fit in there anymore anyways. But you can stay in the Kingswood.

He rumbled once more moving his tail in a happy way, similar to a dog, making the guards nervous. Vermithor communicated that he understood. You gave him another kiss and a few more rubs before returning to your guards. You felt a relief knowing your mount was alive and safe.

"Princess, it appears everyone is boarding the ships, it is time to leave." one of the guards said, looking over his shoulder at the dock and then back to you. You nodded your head and walked along the beach towards the ship, behind you, Vermithor made a cooing noise, almost as if to say, see you soon. You giggled at him.

You looked around you whilst making the walk to the dock, who knows when the next time you'd see Dragonstone and all of its beauty. You even enjoyed having to march through the coarse sand. As you stepped onto the dock and began walking towards the ship you felt the future begin to sink in.

You were to marry Aegon, the man who put your mother to death by dragon fire and who held your life, as well as your brothers in his hands. The man who cheated on Helaena and never took his birthright seriously. The man who usurped his throne and called your brothers bastards. The man was responsible for so much death and destruction. You put your hand to your stomach, starting to feel warm and slightly nauseous.

"You alright, princess?" one of the guards who was helping load the ship asked.

You nodded your head, "I'm not fond of sea journeys is all." you replied looking at him.

"You Targaryens are spoiled by your dragons, I reckon they make travel faster than what a boat for us simple men is," he replied, finishing up with the loading as you approached the ramp up to the boat.

You turned around one last time and looked at mighty Dragonstone, the seat of your ancestors and what had been your home for so many years. It had memories, good and bad. Maybe Kings Landing could be a new start for you, something fresh. You had little memories of it from when you were a child. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out, almost as if giving the island a kiss goodbye.

You turned, picked up your skirts, and headed up the ramp, boarding the ship to take you to your new home and destiny. You looked around, not quite sure what to do or where to go, just wanting to get out of the way. Suddenly another guard approached you.

"Princess, allow me to escort you to your lodgings until we get to the capital," he said, holding out an arm for you to follow him.

"Thank you, sir, for I feel useless and in the way at the moment," you said, following him as he lead you down the stairs of the ship and into small yet comfortable lodgings. You stepped into the room cautiously, looking around and noticing a small bed, a desk, and two chairs next to the window. It would do for a few days until you got to your new home.

Soon you had set sail with everyone on board, you sat in your chair with one of the books that Myra had left out for you, Queen Consorts of the Seven Kingdoms. You almost laughed as you saw the title, Myra had a sense of humor about things that most others didn't understand. At the moment you appreciated it, might as well learn from your predecessors. That's when you also remembered that the direct predecessor was still alive and waiting for your arrival in Kings Landing. You had to admit you were not looking forward to seeing her again. The woman who basically started the whole war.

You decided to push her from your mind and enjoy your reading, hoping the three days would go by quickly. After a few hours of reading and listening to the waves, there was a knock at your door, you looked up as it was opening revealing Aegon and a maester.

You smiled and stood up, giving a curtsy, only to see Aegon put out his hands and give a small shake of his head with a smile, "No need for that Visenya, not when you are to be my wife." he said, walking towards you and sitting in the chair next to you as the maester set down a few things on the table.

"How are you finding your lodgings?" Aegon asked, looking at you curiously.

"They are nice and comfortable, thank you," you said, closing your book.

"Of course, I'm glad they are to your liking," he said, playing with a ring on his finger. "I heard from one of the guards you get sea sick so I had the maester bring you an ailment to help, though it has some Milk of the Poppy in it so it will make you sleep." he finished, motioning over to the maester who was mixing the concoction.

"Thank you, that's thoughtful and kind of you," you said, accepting the cup from the maester who handed it to you. the liquid was a pale blue color and didn't have much of a smell. You quickly drank it before handing it back to the maester, thanking him as he left the room leaving you and Aegon.

You two sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Aegon spoke up, "I'm sorry," he started looking at you, catching your eyes, and you raised your eyebrows. "I'm sorry about your mother, about the war, all of it." he apologized, maintaining eye contact.

You nodded your head, feeling a tightness in your throat, "I'm sorry too, our family has brought so much death and destruction, I wish it didn't happen the way it did." you replied, almost choking on your words.

He nodded his head, gazing down at his ring and back up at you, "I know it's hard, but I want to move on from it all. I don't want us to be at each other's throats or hate each other for the rest of our lives over this. I want to try Visenya, I do." he confessed, looking back up at you, violet eyes meeting violet eyes.

You nodded your head, taking a breath, "I do too, I think we both have a lot of anger and hurt Aegon, but I want us to be cordial together. I have heard of husbands and wives who can't get through sitting at dinner together and I don't want that." you responded.

He pursed his lips and gave a small nod, "I never saw my mother and father be loving with one another, I don't want a repeat of that, I already had that once with poor Helaena," he said with a pause, "I've already sent a raven to Kings Landing informing everyone there about our marriage. I hope you don't mind but it's not going to be some big affair, just small." he said, moving his hands dramatically at 'big affair'.

You giggled slightly at his hand movements, "I don't mind at all, there are other things more important than a grand wedding. Us marrying is the important part, I don't mind foregoing festivities and dramatics for the sake of peace." you said, setting your book down on the table where the maester once was.

"I'm glad, I didn't want to potentially disappoint you, but a typical royal wedding would be too costly at the moment and I really need to rebuild the dragon pit and parts of the capital," he explained, reaching over and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You brought your hand up and caught him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb, "I've never known a responsible Aegon, where did he come from?" you joked.

He smiled taking your hand in his, "He had to be forged together once he unwillingly became king. I had to learn quickly that I couldn't be sneaking off to brothels or ignoring counsel meetings anymore. I had to take things seriously for the sake of my family and kingdom. It's not like I could sneak off anymore, my grandfather had guards after me like a hawk after their prey. At the time I hated it, but now I'm thankful he did it for me." he explained, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

You felt a new emotion in your chest, something you couldn't describe but for now you would take it as a sort of pride for him. "Well I'm glad he was forged together, I don't think I'd want to be married to the Aegon you were before you were king, no offense at that." you breathed out.

He laughed, "No one wanted to be married to that Aegon, poor Helaena was a saint for putting up with me. But I'm much happier with myself now."

"Good I'm glad you're happier with yourself," you said with another surge of emotion you couldn't explain, maybe relief?

You felt yourself becoming drowsy and let out a yawn, covering your mouth. "I'm sorry," you said sheepishly.

"You're fine, I promise, like I said there is milk of the poppy in the ailment that he gave you." Aegon replied.

"I think I might take a nap. If I'm lucky I will sleep this whole trip," you said with a laugh, pulling your hands back into your lap.

Aegon stood up with a stretch, "Well consider yourself lucky because when you're king, no one leaves you alone until you demand them to. As much as I want too, I know at the moment it's all important war clean up so I can't ignore them."

You felt another yawn come on, "How is Sunfyre?" you asked, wanting to curl up.

"Still recovering from Rooks Rest, I can't fly with him at the moment so he's flying himself back to Kings Landing. I saw Vermithor and Silverwing heading that way as well," he replied, heading towards the door.

You nodded your head, "Hopefully he will make a full recovery."

"I'm going to let you rest, if you need anything let one of the servants know," Aegon said opening the door and stepping out, gently shutting the door behind him.

You sat for a few more moments in your chair before taking off your shoes and dress, remaining in your small clothes, and climbing into bed. Your last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were wishing you invited Myra along to Kings Landing and hoping your new feelings for this new-responsible-Aegon would not get crushed.

[youboredright]

Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Saturo x Yn

(Part - 3)

Yn's POV

I did not realise when I feel asleep, but waking up I met a quiet house. Gojo left. Grabbing my phone the first thing I realised was that I got the first ever message from Gojo.

Gojo : get ready by 7 we will go to my parents house.

My head was filled with who the people was and who was Nora. My head was filled with thousands of thoughts so the day passed away quickly. I could just do the house chores and nothing else. Soon as I sat to have my evening tea the clock caught my attention. It was 6:30. Shit. I have 30 minutes to bath and get ready. By the time I was done with bathing and touching up my makeup, I was left with 5 minutes. I hastily wore the first dress that was in my closet. It was from my mother. It was a long black silk dress. It had a lot of memories. Before I could get all nostalgic I heard the a knock on my bedroom door. When did Gojo come. Opening it I saw Gojo, in his tuxedo. He looks extra tall. Oh gosh his legs and his biceps. Snap out if it Yn. I reminded myself that I am just a tool for Gojo. I simply nodded and approached him. "Let's go". The drive was mostly silent. And it was me who always spoke. "We are staying there tonight" Gojo announced. Shit. I wore this dress which is.. well nice but for sleeping I don't think is the best.

It was deadly quite, so as a good wife I tried to break. "You look nice" I said looking at him for a clue that he liked my compliment. He did look nice but specifically hot. Those veins popping out while one of his hand resting on the steering wheel . God I am falling it has not been even a month of our marriage. But Gojo did not say anything or even look at me. Did I make it more awkward ? " Sorry I didn't mean to make yo-" "We are not going to a party why did you wear a dress like that." Our voices overlapped. "I didn't know that." Oh that hurts. This black dress was nice. I got a lot of compliments. Was it that hard for him to just say I looked nice? "You are wearing a tuxedo?" And he ignored me. "Um Gojo? About last night. Were they your friends?" I said. "Look Yn I told you it's none of your business. Why can't you get a simple shit in your mind, huh?" He almost yelled. I hate loud sound. He knew a lot about my life. But is it wrong for me to be curious about his? About my life long partner. I just deeply sighed . "Yn" he said in a firm voice. It was the first time in the car he spoke. I flinched as I quickly looked at him. "Y-Yes?" I stuttered. " I wanted to talk about our-" he was interrupted by my phone ringtone. I quickly tired to silent it but Jake called me. I got the same chills running through my body. I started getting flashbacks of my old days. It has been almost 2 months now. I should feel happy he called but no. I felt sad and also a bit angry. I wanted to hear what Gojo was saying. But I just answered the call anyway. Throughout my call I felt Gojo's dark auroma filling the car. Reaching home, Gojo slammed his hand on the steering wheel even without looking at me and got out. As I rushed to him, I saw him standing outside. Oh was he waiting for me? He grasped my wrist tightly and leaned forward. "Yn don't dare to make my parents suspicious or worried."

Gojo's POV

Last night I was sober enough to remember what happened. Even after treating her the worst treatments, she still cares. I told her about Nora. Did I hurt her? She looks so fragile as if I might break her any moment. In my life I only cared about Nora, my mom, Geto and probably Shoko. But there's is something about Yn I feel I need to protect her. A feeling I never got before. Yesterday I stumbled myself and told her about Nora. I do still love her. And yesterday and also today when Yn asked about Geto and Shoko I was, well very tired to answer. Last night I saw Yn's eyes filled with concern and care, like actual feeling. Nora was the last person I saw the concern and care in her eyes. It makes me want to melt. Her touch is so warm, makes me crave her touch more. But I will not fall in love with someone I am forced married with. I had and have to remind myself not to fall for her. Because if my plan works then this marriage will end within the next 4 months.

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I can feel her soft breathing. Her warmth is radiating and I could feel that as she looked outside filled with thoughts. She looked so good in her silk black dress. Her breasts were pumped and I could see them. I wish I was the only one who could look at those. She had the perfect body. Big but not huge breasts and ass. And my favourite thick thighs. She is so pretty and innocent. It almost makes me want to ruin her. Make her dirty and show her what is my kind of love. This woman, only if she knew what she did to me within a few days of our marriage. But I will not fall for her. I learnt a very good lesson from my past. And I will make sure I divorce her as soon as possible, when I will be done with her parents. "Yn" I said in a firm voice. She flinched as she quickly looked at me. "Y-Yes?" She stuttered. Am I that scary? " I wanted to talk about our-" I was interrupted by Yn's phone. I nodded as she answers. "Jake? Hey? How have you been?" Yn spoke in a soft yet confused voice. I don't normally eavesdrop but who the fuck was Jake? I felt weird and agitated. Why would MY wife, who wore MY ring, lived in MY house talk to someone specifically a boy? But then again I had no right to be. What was worst is Yn let out a soft chuckle hearing something 'Jake' said. It felt worst. I looked at her as I realised that I got a sudden urge to stop the car roughly pull her by the neck and kiss her. And then make a lot of dark hickeys and show the fucker the hickeys specifically the ones on her boobs and nec-. What the hell did I just imagine, making out with my arranged wife? The one I hated the most? Shit, what was happening to me. But I got a feeling that I had to remove Jake from my wife. Probably murder him. He got some nerve to talk to wife and make her chuckle. As I stopped the car in front of my parents house I slammed my hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, causing Yn to flinch. Great. Why am I getting annoyed just by remembering 'Jake' ? Why do I even care? I couldn't answer as I got out of my car.

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To be continued

[deepwithintheabyss]

writing patterns

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @waffleinator-inator @anawrites3 and @vellaphoria

as I don't have 10 posted fics I'll be sharing some wip lines as well

Stupid Things [Jason/Tim]

Gotham rarely saw such beautiful days as this one.

Catch 22 [Slade/Tim]

Slade grunted satisfied as his release hit him, and pushed his hips almost impossible deeper into the lithe body beneath him. He inhaled once, savoring the feel of hot cum sloshing around his cock, before he leaned back with a deep exhale, so he could smirk down triumphantly at the trussed up little bird. With a half-lidded eye, he drank in the sight beneath him.

Sometimes all it takes is Love and Time [Slade/Dick]

Dick had grown up with rigidous meal plans and a minimum amount of what he should eat. It just came with being someone who was very physical active. This hadn't changed when his parents died and he came under the care of Bruce Wayne, if anything his food intake was only micro-managed more. The man drew up many plans as to how much he should eat if he was to go out as Robin.

Trust bleeds Red [Dick/Tim]

“It’s okay to be scared Tim” he whispers, as he caresses one soft cheek, relishing in the touch of warm skin on his, the way his angry rosy flush contrasts so nicely with Dick’s pale hand. He skillfully ignores the glare being sent his way, as Tim tries to twist away from his cold touch and the eye-contact he’s forcing onto him. “But please don’t fight me on this, I only want what’s best for you”

And when the darkness comes, you shall call my name [Jason & Tim]

Hood grinned under the helmet, breaking into the tower had been a fun challenge, he had debated about if he wanted to test out his old codes but in the end decided against it. He still didn’t know how he wanted the reveal to go exactly so it was better to not give the old man too many hints and give up the game too early.

WIP Sequel to "Trust bleeds Red" [Dick/Tim]

They’re in one of the living rooms when Tim finally breaks.

WIP OJT Week Day 3 [Jason/Tim]

Jason’s body had been trying to kill him ever since he regained clarity in the pit.

WIP Rock Hard Tension [Dick/Tim]

Tim had always been too tense for anything and everything in his life, but he made it work. He did stretches and bending and being a vigilante even if his body screamed and protested him. He learned how to move with and not against his body to keep himself from harm.

running out of good wips to share here 😅

WIP Feral Alpha Tim wooing Omega Jason [Jason/Tim]

Struggling in Ivy's bonds Tim curses his luck. Of course he would get caught on the one night where he really could not deal with this. His brain and patience were equally fried from all the posturing he had to do and put up with in the last few hours. Galas were the worst and in Tims opinion they could all burn in hell, but being a public figure meant he had to attend them and play along, put on a nice face and smile as if he he enjoyed getting his nose assaulted by the posturing alphas and omegas that loved to crowd him for his status alone. And the few that didn't came for his appearance. Alphas crowding him about how he looked like the prettiest O they have ever seen. Talking about how they could give him everything he wanted if he just let them, how he would look so pretty dominated and bent down. How he would make a beautiful bitch.

WIP RedRobinYum [Tim/Any]

Red Robin groaned as Nightwing pushed him across the desk. “Careful,” he whispered, “I'm still quite sore from sparring.”

I know I already reached 10 but because some of these are wips that might or might not get rewritten I'm gonna share 2 more

WIP Waffle Prompt [Jason/Tim/Steph]

Tim groaned when he caught sight of Steph entering the library, she looked around for a second before spotting him and made her way over grinning like the maniac she was. He was sure that if they weren’t in a library she would have whooped as well, drawing the attention of half of the college just so she could embarrass him more.

WIP “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” [Dick/Tim]

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you” Dick breathed into Tim’s hair. Tim only grumbled and shifted closer in his sleep, pressing close to Dick. “Come on” he coaxed gently, shaking the sleeping figure softly. Tim grumbled some more, clearly trying to cling to sleep but failing. One eye opened up to glare at him, but the heat of the gaze was tampered by the haziness of sleep still clinging to him. Inwardly, Dick cooed at the fact that Tim felt safe enough around him not to spring to immediate attention at the slightest disturbance. 

Already I can tell I like to start with long lines

Wasn't sure if this meant just the first sentence or like the first complete line/paragraph, so I went with paragraph

and I'm tagging uuhhh

@bi-bats @ragnarokhound @littlemourningstarr @cadkitten @zeroducks-2 @disniq and myself because apparently tumblr wants me to do that @deepwithintheabyss ??

[eriexplosion]

Since I'm rapidly running out of time to catch up we're doing EVEN MORE TBB TODAY, so off to The Clone Conspiracy

GOD CORUSCANT LOOKS. AMAZING ACTUALLY. SEEING 79S AGAIN ALL GLOSSED UP, GODDAMN. Love when the future is Neon.

Slip and Cade ;A; I'm already preemptively sad knowing what's going to happen to them. Cade talking about destroying Kamino, their home... I'm of course thinking back to the trooper that reported that Kamino had fallen to Rampart, voice hesitant as he reports the destruction of his own birth place. Slip says later he was on board when it happened. I wonder if that was him.

God though, sending a message to Rampart to give him "the chance to tell the Senate the truth before I did it myself." Cade, Cade, Cade, that is an insanely stupid move WHY did you do that and not just tell the senate directly? I know it's the urge to follow orders and chain of command but oh god of course Rampart has him killed.

Listen the first time I watched this I was SO scared for a hot second that it was Crosshair taking those shots, the last time we saw him he had killed Tawni Ames and the rapid shooting Cade and then shooting the blaster out of Slip's hand got me CONCERNED. Only when he started missing constantly did I go 'okay yeah this can't be him'

Still they really do let you think that, with how little we see Crosshair this season, it wasn't out of line to think he was there with new armor.

Can't believe "Cataclysmic Storm" is what they went with. Yeah it was such a big storm on the planet known for storms that it destroyed every single city on the planet simultaneously, very tragic.

"Shifting to a military of citizens swearing loyalty fundamentally goes against the principles of this body." I'm sorry I can't get over the fact that like, I get why the troopers don't want to retire (this is all they've ever known, they don't know how else to function, they have no other support) and the bill is objectively meant to push them out of service to essentially be abandoned but this is still an insane argument. We can't shift away from our slave army to a military of volunteers it goes against the Principles of This Body. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Riyo coming in with the actual 'hey what if we take the secret third option of treating them like people?'

I hate Rampart being so blandly pleasant, playing like he's soooo reasonable and understanding when we know he doesn't give a SHIT about the clones.

"If anyone were to dig further into what truly happened to Kamino" which I am happily discussing in a public hallway.

The scene in the bar HURTS because like, Riyo is trying but she's still locked into not treating the clones like people who should have options. She's trying to soften the being forced out plan, but they're still being forced out and thrown into a situation they were never trained for (because they were never supposed to be people) and they're pushing back against it because it takes away their choices in their own futures. There's just no option on the table that lets clones make their own individual choice whether to stay in the military or retire, and they always expected to be dead before they were too old to fight.

I want every clone to be given all the love and support in the world, all of them no exceptions.

Still the little nod at the end when they agree to work with her, my heart <3 Riyo really is trying her best she's just limited by both the Empire and the plot restrictions of how much they're allowed to criticize the Republics use of the clones in the first place and not just the Imperial treatment of them.

Riyo has been given the worlds worst and most alarming info dump and everything is happening at once, congrats your assassination risk just went up like 500%

God Slip calling Rex to try and get him out ;_; god this poor boy

Oh no not full pensions for millions of clones, god forbid we take care of the millions of clones that we literally purchased as cannon fodder.

"If I had been present, maybe more could have been saved" yeah bro your presence totally would have stopped the storm in this story you're building that makes total sense.

Bail pointing out the blatant insanity of blaming it on, of all things, a STORM.

I'm sorry I get stuck on that how was that the lie they went with how is Rampart SO stupid?

Godddd the tension of this scene with Riyo and Slip is so good, the building musical tension, the way it peaks a few times and nothing happens to keep you extremely on your toes and then Slip gets taken out just. DAMN they're good at this.

The way Riyo's guard gets shot and he KEEPS GOING.

I just realized that last time we saw Rex he disappeared into the fog, and when he comes back in he appears out of the fog. Turns out that whole time he was just in the fog.

HATE THE SCENE WITH THE BELIEVER CLONE. EVERY PART OF IT IS CONCERNING AS HELL. Including the part where he electrocutes himself to death and we get to see flashes of his fucking SKULL.

[softly-potter]

Still Friends | Chapter 18: New Day

Summary: After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.

This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 33,068

Warning: smut, drug use, depression

A/N: Find the rest of the chapters here; Chapter 1: Greetings | Chapter 2: Unloading | Chapter 3: Cherries | Chapter 4: Worth the Wait | Chapter 5: Books | Cha pter 6: Grief | Chapter 7: Unlikely | Chapter 8: Happy Birthday, Solider | Chapter 9: A Christmas Moment | Chapter 10: The Best Holiday | Chapter 11: Permission | Chapter 12: Revitalize | Chapter 13: Backstabber | Chapter 14: Luck of the Dead | Chapter 15: Pain Reliever | Chapter 16: Apologize | Chapter 17: Specially Gifted

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May 9th, 2028

Solitude is something he had always craved, but now that he had it he wasn’t so sure. He’s completely and utterly alone, and he’s the only person to blame.

I fucking hate you, is something that had crossed his lips.

Kate is only here because she needs parents, not because she actually wants anything to do with you, he had screamed.

I’m glad your family was fucking snapped, he had sobbed.

He’s pretty sure that was the last straw.

Bucky doesn’t know what cruel god had allowed him into the lives of Laura and Clint, but he knew it was an unfair one. They were nothing but good to him, and he despised them for it. They did more for him than Wanda or anyone ever could. Cleaned for him, cooked his meals, washed him. Held his hand, told him the truth.

And still he’d said all those things.

It was painful, watching them go. Knowing they wouldn’t come back. He’d finally broken them down, shown them who he really was. He was someone who didn’t deserve friends like Laura and Clint.

He was crushing them, holding them back. Ruining their family.

He gave them the push that they needed, freeing them of the burden that is himself.

Sam had reached out a few times, even stopped by his apartment, but Bucky had screamed at him, threatened his sister, and that had been enough to stop Sam from ever trying again. Good for him.

Sif stopped showing up in the mornings, but he was still able to get his alcohol, and he was happy that she hadn’t taken that away too. Maybe she had rekindled things with Thor, maybe they’d made up.

He hopes they did.

Curled on the floor of his shower, Bucky holds his knees to his chest, the tears mixing with the water and feels himself tremble.

This is all he deserves. The bottom of the barrel. He had thought that was Hydra, the brain washing, but he’d been wrong. He’s an alcoholic, but his super soldier body refuses to give in, refusing to let him succumb to the addiction.

The people in his life didn’t deserve to be around that. Not even her.

He loves them, all of them, with his entire being, but he wants them to think the opposite. Let them think the worst of him; that way, they won’t mourn when he’s gone.

May 27th, 2028

Bucky is so inebriated he can’t even attempt to workout. Not that he’s been working out these past few weeks anyway, but at least the venture had been made. He slouches on the front door, his feet wobbly in his view, and he lurches, feeling the vomit rising before it happens. Spilling the little contents of his stomach onto the sidewalk, he presses his face against the glass of the door, the cool feeling soothing against his hot skin.

The 24hour gym is completely empty, and he’s grateful no one is around to see him like this. It's pathetic really, and he sniffs, eyes trying to focus on the tv. He can’t hear it from outside, but he squints, makes out figures on the screen.

Lead is lighter than his blood when he sees her.

Dressed in white, Wanda is ethereal. She looks nervous, her hands twisting on the arm of Clint as he walks with her down a stretch of carpet.

Bucky is breathing harshly as he reads the headline outloud.

“Avengers…renew vows in..m-much anticipated w-wedding renewal.”

Clint pats the hand that is on his arm gently, handing her over to a patient and handsomely-dressed Vision. They smile at one another and lace their fingers. Bucky can’t hear but their mouths move as a priest opens his bible, eyes only for each other. The priest begins his sermon, and the camera panels over the crowd.

Now sitting with his family, Clint smiles brightly at them, his arm wrapped around his wife as their three children look on. Kate sits behind them, her face gleeful.

Bucky spots many other faces he recognizes, Sam and Sarah, Bruce sitting behind Pepper and Morgan.

His chest aches when he realizes he hadn’t even been invited.

He’s glad he hadn’t been. He isn’t sure he could’ve taken it.

Heavy tears clog his throat, blurs his eyesight. He weeps for nothing and for everything. Sobs for his broken heart and broken life. Sobs for empty promises and ruined moments. Sobs for the girl he loved more than anything, the girl that couldn’t love him back.

May 27th, 9:58AM

He stirs as he sleeps, his forehead banging on the glass door as he jolts awake. He had passed out, slept against the wall, and his body ached. He hears quiet mummers, a few snickers as he cracks open his eyes.

“Uh..you ok sir?”

Bucky snaps up, his head pounding. Three men and a woman in suits surrounded him, staring curiously. The woman had a cellphone pressed to her ear, speaking quickly into her device.

He pales, and scrambles to his feet.

“Sir, I think you should wait here,” one of the men warned. Bucky wants to melt into the floor with embarrassment. His sick is a few feet away, dry and multiple shades of green.

This is really what his life has come to, it’s worse than his nightmares.

Bucky shoves passed the suit-claded individuals, stalks to his bike. He drops his keys once, twice, hands shaking, pressing it into the ignition. The ride starts off bumpy, and his vision is watery as he tries to focus. His only thoughts are on her.

She should’ve been up there with him, not the other guy.

He had taken care of her, loved her despite it all.

The idea of him and Wanda exchanging vows, buying a house, raising a family, made his heart sore, and then dive bomb as it would never happen. He clenches the gas harder, speeds up.

He wishes he could hate Vision. The android had taken her away from him, had stolen his one chance; but he knew that was horseshit. Vision hadn’t done anything but exist. He hadn’t made empty promises, he hadn’t lied. Wanda did.

And Bucky still couldn’t find it in himself to hate her. Not really.

The wind is wiping so fast it chills his bones. It’s exhausting, the physical and emotional toll of being in love with her, and he wants to out-run it. His bike gains speed, and his teeth chatter.

It had been so long since he felt good, or at least didn’t feel bad. He needed it to stop, just for a moment. He just needed a break.

The wind roars in his ears but its silent in his head. Quiet moments where there’s nothing but the high pitched squeal of emptiness is all he desires, the only solace he has; he drives faster.

He swerves cooly around a slower moving vehicle, lane splitting between the left and right. A driver flips him off, honks their horn. He ignores it.

His pulse is pumping through his ears, the adrenal coursing quickly, and he feels nauseous hit him but he doesn’t slow down.

Moving around another car, his eyes flit from the road to his hands. The same hands that used to hold her, caress her face. They’re useless now.

Another car honks and he grunts, speeding up to split between the lanes.

Bucky wasn’t sure if he should go faster. He didn’t really want to, his cheeks ached and his head was pounding. But the world had treated him harshly and there’s only so much he can take.

He had tried, he really did. Gave it his best shot. But he had acquired happiness, and it seemed like it wasn’t supposed to be. Because of the after, after the dust settles and everyone moves on, his heart can’t heal.

The liquor had never been a part of his plan, not really. But it had been so easy, had hurt so little.

A horn sounds from his left and he swerves hard, narrowly avoiding a Nissan as it slowed down to avoid him, its horn blaring.

“May I give you a hug?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He would kill to hold her right about now.

Eyes stinging, Bucky bites down on his cheek hard, tastes the copper as he accelerates. He stops trying to weave around cars, instead lane splits completely.

“I was selfish, I wanted you for as long as I could.”

He wonders where they’ll go for their long-overdue honeymoon. He hopes it's somewhere nice, somewhere warm so she wouldn’t be cold. Somewhere without cameras so he can’t watch it on the news.

“I love you, I do,” she gasps, eyes rapid. “Don’t do this.”

Cars honk as he wizzes by, his handlebar clips a car's mirror. He can’t tell what time it is, but it must be early.

A brand new day. His last new day.

When the semi honks, he doesn’t hear it. Barely feels himself lose his balance, doesn’t really register that he’s airborne. He’s light as a feather as his bike collides with the truck, the sound of breaking glass and crunching metal is muted below him.

Maybe if he gets high enough, he can watch her fly away with the love of her life. She’s holding onto Vision's hand, the both of them smiling, and Bucky waves at her sadly, his muddled senses not registering that he’s descending.

He hopes she’s happy. It's all he’s ever really wanted for her; he just thought he could give it to her.