#made it in time for may the fourth!!!! :D my first one!

[bishicat]

I feel like they give each other the best embraces 💖

[lennadanvers]

Wish granted

Eddie Munson x Reader

Both Eddie and the Reader are close to their 30's here.

A/N: I miss writing for Eddie so bad. I miss someone real, too. I don't want to spoil anything, but there's angst here. It's based in real events- I'm definitely projecting a little bit. Stay alert, you may have spent your wishes without realizing you did.

You look magical in white.

Eddie spent an ungodly number of nights picturing you in a white dress, and still he wasn’t prepared to see you like this. He suspects the dress isn’t what’s making his voice falter. Any wedding dress would look just as pretty on you. Especially if your eyes shine like that when you look at him.

Someone hands Eddie the microphone and he has to force his knees to stop shaking so he can stand. Your reassuring smile makes it a little easier. He makes an effort not to look around, to all the faces staring at him, and focuses on you. Eddie clears his throat, wincing when the micro amplifies the sound, and starts talking.

“Hello, everyone.”

He makes a pause. There’s no need to introduce himself, everyone here knows who he is. He feels silly, and wonders for a second how long it would take him to get to the door. But, again, you’re looking at him. So he straightens his back and stars talking again.

“As most of you know, I met my best friend when we were nine years old.”

He flashes you a smile, and then whispers loudly into the microphone.

“There’s one thing no-one knows, though- I kept this secret for twenty years. I was saving it for today. I didn’t even tell you!”

Eddie winks at you, trying to appease your curious expression. He’s glad he convinced you to let his speech be a surprise.

“Ready?”

The dramatic pause gives him confidence. This is just like one of his D&D campaigns. More or less.

“I remember the first time I saw you.”

He’s staring right at your bouquet now. It matches the flower in his lapel.

“It was the first day of school. Fourth grade. Early in the morning, t’was a little chilly. I was standing in the hallway. The bell rang, and I turned around. I don’t know why. I was headed the other way. But I turned around, and I saw her… You know how in the movies time slows down, and everyone but the protagonist becomes a blur?”

Eddie chuckles and nods.

“It was just like that. She looked like life revolved around her.”

His tone shifts to a lighter one.

“I have an active imagination, as you may know...”

The laughs all around the room make his shoulders relax a little.

“And she was gone in a second- seriously, like in the movies, the sea of people swallowed her and I was left wondering if I had imagined her.”

He smirks at you.

“Like I said, I have an active imagination.

Sometimes, I convince myself magic is real. That was one of those days. I made a wish- I wished the girl with bright eyes and wild hair I saw for a second was real.”

You’re blushing a little under that makeup, aren’t you? He thinks you are.

“I didn’t see her again that day… But I did spot her in class the next day.”

Eddie can’t help but beam at you. Your nine-year-old self was adorable, all round cheeks and nervous smiles.

“After that, it’s become easier to believe in magic. That’s why, when I saw her cry over a boy for the first time, I asked for a second wish.”

He dares a quick look around, and finds that every person in the room- including a waiter- is looking at him.

“She’s always been so brave. That’s one of the things I admire the most of you, you know? How you keep your heart open for everyone to see. How you tried over and over again to find love, even if you got hurt, even if it didn’t work.”

Your eyes look a little wet now. He pushes forward, trying to remember where he was going with this.

“I wished you’d find the person that would finally be able to love you the way you deserve.”

It’s getting hard to talk with the knot in his throat.

“Once again, I proved magic is real.”

Eddie has to wipe a very embarrassing tear out of his cheek.

“Everybody knows wishes come in groups of three. So, tonight, here, I’m making my last wish. I wish you the happiest of lives. I wish you a long, beautiful marriage. I wish you the life you’ve always wanted, full of the love you deserve.”

He can’t see much through the tears in his eyes- that will hopefully stay there for another two minutes- but he thinks you’re crying too. He raises his glass, hand full of silver rigs shaking, desperate to end this hell.

“To my best friend, the beautiful bride, and her newly acquired husband! To the first day of a very long, very happy marriage!”

You raise your glass with your left hand- the gold band mocking him- because the right is holding your now-husband’s hand. He smiles at Eddie, raising his glass and mouthing “Thank you, man”.

Eddie feels sick. He hands the microphone to one of your bridesmaids, who pats him on the back, and steps away from the table.

It’s hard to breathe. He’s staring at you, at your wide smile as you hug your mom. The DJ started playing a romantic pop song, and people are standing up. He knows he should stay for the first dance. But he’s looking at you, and you’re not looking at him. You’re drying happy tears with your husband’s handkerchief- who carries a fucking handkerchief anymore? – and beaming up at him.

Eddie keeps staring at you until the sea of wedding guests swallow your white dress, your ruined makeup and your bright, happy future.

He steps outside of the venue, full on sobbing now. His van awaits in the parking lot, ready for him to escape again. Out of the two of you, he always knew he was the coward one. Since the moment you declared your love for him- at barely nine years old you were brave enough to bring him chocolates and honesty. Eddie remembers your little hand, your heart open. He remembers his dirty nails, his feelings guarded behind years of abandonment and cruel jokes. Your sad eyes when he didn’t reply. His heavy chest when he kept being your friend, every day up until today.

Too busy wiping tears, Eddie misses a shooting star disappearing in the horizon. When he looks up, the sky is empty- just like his chest, his house, and his future- and he realizes he lied.

Eddie Munson does not believe in magic anymore.

[tacoma-narrows]

Sha-Bam!

New guy alert!! Meet Kickflip! He's a cool skateboarding skunk guy and I've had him in mind since like, late July lol. Over the past several months, I've seen a lot more people making skunk OCs and every time I saw them, it made me realize how cool of a species they are to make designs out of and I wanted to make one of my own! Also, Kickflip as a name for a character like this first came to me back in February so I'm excited to finally make use of it haha.

I am SUPER happy with this guy's design as well!! (Check out his ref and some additional stuff below the cut!) I am a huge sucker for designs that are a dark base color with bright/rainbow accent markings, so I'm very happy to finally have such a design in my roster hehe.

As for personality, I don't have a ton lined up yet but I do have some key points in mind! Firstly, he's gonna be sorta rivals with Seabreeze, since on a surface level at least, there is a fair amount of similarity between surfing and skateboarding, and I think that opens the door for some rlly fun dynamics in future pieces lol. He'll also be friends with Rye, since they both kinda go for that cool guy attitude, though Kickflip tends to pull it off much better than Rye lmao. I also have relationship plans for him, but that will be revealed at a later point :3c

Anyways, like I said, I REALLY like this guy already so you'll probably be seeing more of him soon hehe. I may take some art trades soon to get some art of him rolling, so keep an eye out for those perhaps :3 Honestly huge year for new Tacoma OCs, with this guy being my fourth new character this year lmao

Hope you all like my new guy here!! Again, ref n stuff under the cut :]

Ref, plus refs for his hat and his skateboard, and an icon for him like I make for all of my OCs! Fun fact, his hat is based on one that I (used to </3) own! :3

And here's the link to his Toyhouse page if you wanna check that out and maybe give him a fav hehe. There's not a whole lot of bio there atm, but there will be more in time! :D

[redhood414]

Intro: The Games

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌: ̗̀➛

Four princes. One princess. Your father, King Clark Kent of Metropolis made a contract with the King of Gotham, Bruce Wayne. The contract said there will be games for his four sons to win and the one who wins will get your hand in marriage.

Prince Dick Grayson is the eldest; it is said he's kindest, most generous and charming of all off them. Loved by the people and humerous. He'll often talk to random people and if he's out of the castle he gives coins to the poor.

Prince Jason Todd is the second eldest, he's the general of the soldiers and is always a winning leading warrior in battle. He has a trauma since an enemy kingdom, Joker's, had taken him and beaten him to death. Luckily the Lazarus Pit ressecuted him, but ever since he's not who he was before. He's rude, grumpy, angry, rough. But inside he's just a boy who needs to be loved and feel safe.

Prince Tim Drake. The second youngest. He's almost as smart as Merlin, really. He isn't a magician, but Merlin, the advisor of king Bruce, helps him with teaching him a lot of things about herbs and to heal, etc. he's always eager to learn, maybe sometime a bit too much since he always looses track of time. He's kind, but a bit moody. And doesn't really socialise well. He's quite distant and his walls (not literally but figeruly.) make sure it stays that way.

The fourth, last but not least, youngest, prince Damian Al Ghul Wayne. The only biological son of Bruce Wayne. He got first teached by his mother, to be a great warrior. Now he's with his father, learning everything he needs to know by a personal tutor because he refuses to be learning aside Prince Tim. (They have always had beef, it'll get only worse now that you'll arrive :d) He's a gentleman, but cold. He'll try to win you over by his charm but is distant and quite easily jealous too.

The games

1. The sword fights. (They'll have to fight till two winners stay over and the winner from that duel wins that game)

2. The joust. (Where each is on a horse, galloping towards each other with a lance and try to get each other off the horse)

3. Arrow and bow. (It's just bow shooting.)

May the best win your hand in marriage, my dear.

[makethatelevenrings]

It’s White and Gold // D. Grayson x f!reader

Requested: yes!

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: You would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend for the very first time and you needed something formal to wear. Well, fuck.

Part of assassin!verse but can be read alone

“Well, I think the only reasonable solution here is that I go ask Ivy if she can concoct something that will keep me housebound for a week and we have to cancel the date,” you announced from the other side of the curtain. Stephanie booed as Cassandra tossed a shoe at your feet. You emerged from the thick rayon fabric and sent a half-hearted glare at the three women seated in front of you. You spun in a slow circle, your arms extended at your side to show off the dress Cass had picked out. Barbara glanced up from her phone and scrunched her nose up.

“Nah. Too much sequins. That would be so uncomfortable to eat in,” she declared. You dropped your arms to your sides and grimaced. She was right. The little plastic circles dug into your skin and it would be a bitch and a half to move around in.

“Fuck it. I’m staying home,” you declared.

“Who taught her that word?” Damian sighed as he emerged from the racks. “Right. Todd. I don’t know why I even bothered to ask. May I just say, those sequins are awful.”

“Thank you, tiny Tan France,” Stephanie said. “We get it. It’s a bad dress.”

“Sorry, Steph.” You knew she wasn’t taking the criticism to heart even if she had picked the dress. It was just the first time you would be going on a real date with Dick to some high-end Bludhaven restaurant as both a PR opportunity and as a mission. Rumor had it that a certain politician would be present with one of the largest cartel leaders and Dick needed a chance to bug their dinner and gather intel. 

Which meant that you would be stepping out in public as Dick Grayson’s girlfriend.

Dick Grayson, the son of the Prince of Gotham. The Heartthrob of Bludhaven.

The man who fell asleep into his oatmeal this morning.

“Is it too late for me to fake my death, change my name, and fall off the face of the earth?”

“Been there, done that,” Damian hummed. “Father can’t possibly do even more of that paperwork. It nearly took him out the first time.”

Cass nodded. “No, no. This could work. He ate the last oreos. Go ahead. Fake your death.”

“No one is faking anyone’s death,” Barbara cut in. “Let’s just try a different store.”

You groaned. “This is the fourth store we’ve tried and we have three hours until reservations. I might as well just go in sweats and call it a night.”

Stepping back into the dressing room, you ignored the bickering outside from your entourage and instead focused on stripping off the dress and putting it back on the hanger. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t have any formal wear. You were never assigned jobs where you needed to get dressed up. Your role was always to hide in the shadows, not to be seen. This was the exact opposite of what your training required and it was starting to grate on your nerves. How could you do this?

As if he could sense your frustration, your phone rang from the pile of your belongings tucked on the bench in the dressing room. You picked it up and glanced at the caller ID, a small smile crossing your lips as you swiped your thumb across the screen and answered.

“Hi, Buttercup,” Dick greeted. Warmth suffused through your veins at his soft greeting and you ducked your head as heat rose to your face. Fucking hell, you had at least seventeen confirmed kills under your belt and Richard Grayson made you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Hey,” you replied. “Are you cool with me wearing a bathrobe and slippers to dinner tonight?”

He laughed and you wished desperately that he was here in this tiny dressing room with you. You wanted to feel his hands enclose around your waist, stroke along your skin, and kiss your temple. You wanted to feel the safety he offered. You had four Batlings sitting on the other side of the flimsy curtain and you had years of training, but you never felt as safe as you did when Dick was near.

“Babe, you could wear one of my old shirts and those cute little shorts you wear and I wouldn’t care. I take it shopping isn’t going well?”

“I didn’t realize Damian religiously watches Queer Eye and Drag Race because you would think I’ve committed the most egregious fashion sins with the options I picked.”

He laughed again and then sighed. “I figured it wasn’t going well since you weren’t home yet. Stop stressing yourself out, baby, I can hear you thinking over the phone. Anything you wear is going to look amazing, okay? Just wear whatever makes you comfortable.”

“But the media…”

“Fuck the paparazzi. Fuck them all. Your comfort is more important than a stupid magazine cover.”

You gave up fighting the grin that spread across your face and shook your head. Holding the phone with one hand, you tugged your pants on with the other. “Okay. We’ll try one more store and if I can’t find anything, I’ll come home and figure it out.”

“Good. I miss you, Buttercup.”

“Miss you too, Westley.”

You hung up so you could pull your shirt over your head (it was actually Dick’s shirt that you had stolen but he wasn’t going to argue) and gathered up your wallet and keys. You emerged from the dressing room to join the others and your little gaggle of Batlings led you to another shop at the mall.

“Wait,” you called once your eyes caught on a mannequin in the window of some store. Steph nearly collided with you when you stopped in the middle of walking. The blonde examined the outfit and a crooked grin spread across her face.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” she cooed. “Let’s go try it on.”

Dick kept himself entertained as he waited for you by playing fetch with Haley. Cass and Steph had practically shoved you into the apartment with a bag clutched in your hand, waved at Dick, and disappeared as you darted towards the bedroom before he could say anything. He was glad he already changed into his tux because the clock was inching closer to your reservation time.

The bedroom door creaked with its aged hinges but it was enough to catch his attention. Dick raised his head and promptly lost all ability to breathe, think, and speak. You offered him a shy smile and ran your hands over the soft fabric that clung to your body. A thick strap rested over one shoulder, leaving your neck and arms exposed, and pulled taut across your chest. You had forgone a dress, but the jumpsuit was still formal enough for the restaurant you were attending.

And it was Nightwing blue.

“How does it look?” you asked, your voice quiet with apprehension. Dick sucked in a big gulp of air and he dropped the ball in his hand, sending Haley scrabbling across the wood in pursuit. He rose and crossed the room to stand before you. His hands rose to hover over your hips as his eyes raked over every inch of your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. His hands finally came down to settle on your waist and then drifted down to cup the back of your thighs, pulling you into his chest. You laughed at his desperation and eagerness.

“Is that a knife strapped to your thigh?” he murmured against your lips. You fixed the lapels of his suit and smoothed them down, a mischievous smile taking hold of your face.

“Ready to go to work, Mr. Grayson?” you teased.

“I owe Steph my life,” he groaned.

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[kayoi1234]

Now, people may remember that a few days ago, I made a post about intending to read the Scumbag Villian Novels.

I can now report that since then, I had a chance to read the first 3 stories (which I understand are the main run? the fourth has like. the filler episodes right?). I am now here to give my observations in my "Scum Villian Book Report":

My inital assessment of the series, surprisingly, was correct. This is wild.

I did not expect Shen Qingqiu to die so many fucking times. My man has a K/D ratio of 1/3. Still is the worlds funniest hater though.

There is something critically wrong with Luo Binghe and I hope he continues.

Liu Qingge seems to be consistently losing or at least suffering in every scene he's in. He's a very good swordsman it's just he has to also put up with so much bullshit.

Every character in this series is on a sliding scale of stupid and it's awsome. There is so miscommunication.

I knew this series had gay sex, because of course it did why wouldn't it I just didn't expect Shen Qingqiu to take it up the ass dry. My man has balls but also. Maybe don't do that.

He also keeps cursing out Airplane. This is funny.

Also half-related: Really like Velinxi's art in all this. I should read Countdown to Countdown again.

To condclude: This was great I may write stuff for it who knows. I finally read one of those Chinese novels so my mother no longer has to look at me weirdly for not engaging with them.

[jamneuromain]

Wild Child Chapter. 3

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

Ari had to excuse himself to take a phone call after your brief conversation, after he instructed Lana to do as she was told.

When you were sure that he had stepped out to take his call, you stopped Lana from introducing the different shapes and makes of your wedding dress, and smiled sweetly, “My phone battery died. Do you mind if I make an urgent call first?”

Lana nodded and took you to the tiny office in the corner, showing you a landline.

You had to thank this guy, Guy Thomas later.

Or you wouldn’t even go near a phone within three feet.

Telling Lana that you wanted a design with a bit of fluffiness with the flare, you sent her to find something similar in the shop while you made this call in private.

The call was picked up on the other side.

“Caroline Hastings’ office, how may I help you?” A receptionist spoke.

“Patch me over to Caroline.” Your fingers clenched on the edge of the table, before they relaxed, careful not to scratch a trail onto the surface, “Tell her it’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were back!” Caroline was patched through fairly quickly, “What do you need?”

Hearing Caroline’s voice, you let out an exhale in silence, finally able to breathe properly. Your gaze zeroed on the nametag on the table “Lana Priester”, and her scattered manuscripts. On those were some most beautiful wedding dresses you had ever laid eyes on, even if they were on paper instead of mannequins. If it weren’t for your obnoxious father and his ridiculous requests, you knew, from these manuscripts only, that she would design the dress you wanted.

“Grab a pen and paper.” You instructed Caroline. “Here’s what I need.”

You were back on the couch when Ari returned, sipping on your fourth glass of champagne and discussing with Lana whether your veil could be sparkling but less heavy.

You were patiently listening to the different fabrics that Lana was introducing to you, comparing the fabric examples in your hand, and asking questions about the features of two pieces that looked similar to you.

“It might be difficult to compare with only one layer in your hand,” Lana collected the book of different fabric examples and placed one over a sheet of white, “but the visual outcome will be much more obvious if the dress is made and we’d have this one on top of four or five layers, since you’d like your dress to be fluffy. We’d be considering at least four layers underneath it – Now the other piece is a bit greyer.” She took the other example on top of the white fabric, “Some of our customers prefer the light-grey-misty look on the dress. And through contrast, it would be shinier than the whiter one I’ve shown you.”

“I think I’ll have the whiter one.” After careful consideration, you picked the first fabric, observing it under the light, “And with these changes, you can have the dress ready in four weeks, right?”

“Yes.” Lana had a gleam of determination in her eyes, “We’d also have time to do another dress fitting, right before the wedding.”

“Excellent. I’ll leave you to it.”

Lana dismissed herself, hugging the pile of fabric examples and her manuscripts back to her office, as Ari approached you.

“How did the dress design go?” He took his seat on the couch, pouring himself a glass of champagne.

“It was wonderful.” You sighed almost dreamily, “Just the way I wanted it.”

Ari grinned not-so-subtly. For that smile on your face, he would do anything in his power to make you happy. Ari understood how you were unwilling to marry him, but he also understood your frustration of not having a choice. He didn’t volunteer to be a prince either, but he appreciated your adaptation to your new role as the future queen of this country.

He was glad he could see you in a different way, other than only judging you based on what had happened on the plane. (Plus the fact that he could command the bridal shop owner to call him Mr. Thomas or Guy instead of Your Highness.) He also wanted to retract the comment he had in mind, about you being a handful for him to deal with. You might be sassy, sure. However, considering that you had accepted your fate, showing up nicely to prepare for the upcoming wedding? You were less of a trouble than he thought you would be.

“Speaking of,” Ari stretched his long legs lazily, with a charming smile for good measures, “I’ve given you my card on the plane, as I recall.” He faked his annoyance, “You never called.”

You chuckled, glancing briefly at the large clock behind him, “I would if I had a phone.”

Ari nearly choked on his spit, “What?” He scoffed at your answer, “You don’t have a phone?”

He seriously doubted that. Since everyone would be glued to their phones and messaging apps, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was an excuse that you use, trying to avoid him as much as possible.

“You already know my reluctance to this marriage.” You said this as if it was a daily part of your life, which it was, in fact. “That was a precaution of …” You nursed over your glass, “guaranteeing I wouldn’t contact any extraction team.”

“An extraction team?” Ari couldn’t figure out if he was ridiculed or shocked, “You don’t want to be married that bad?”

The high-pitched voice didn’t bother you, but you pursed your lips together, slightly regretting your decision to share, “The muscle men at the door were for surveillance, honey, not for my safety.”

Ari could not decide whether he was surprised by the fact that your phone was taken away from you, and some sort of imprisonment was ensured so that you wouldn’t run away, or the fact that when you said “extraction team”, you sounded so sincere that he couldn’t tell if you were joking.

You didn’t answer his question of whether you wanted to get married directly, but your attitude spoke for you.

You didn’t like this marriage. You didn’t want him.

On the one hand, Ari had his ego bruised like you just punched him with a boxing glove; on the other, Ari felt truly sorry for you, about his family dragging you into this royal mess that you didn’t want to be a part of. And that there was no way of getting out.

Technically, you could. If he asked to marry another girl from another noble family. But wedding invitations had been sent. Everything prepared had your name and his name on top of it. They had been planning this for over half a year now, and there was no turning back, not at this point.

If he actually did regret this deal, let aside the disappointment and punishments from the King and Queen of this country, your father would do anything in his power to sabotage Ari’s attempt at the throne’s succession, including using his influence to flare the entire Upper House against Ari.

He felt sad. And pathetic. For the fate of this whole country lied upon whether you would marry him, when he was doubtful that he could survive the Upper House without the marriage, when he read from your file that the only thing that connected you to the Upper House is your last name, while you had yet to participate any meetings in the Upper House, which consisted of only men who were old enough to have their one foot stepped into their casket and the other on a banana peel.

If you were in the Upper House, though, things would be different. He would break the marriage deal in the blink of an eye, in order to earn your support in the Upper House.

Too bad he was still a prince. Too bad he could not administer or initiate any law before he took the throne and became the King of Ballenia. Too bad he could not make changes to the status quo, not now, not with his power.

Being a man in his 30s, all Ari could mumble was, “I hope the King and Queen learn about this.”

You scoffed over the edge of your champagne glass, placing it on the coffee table with a sharp click, “And they’ll what? Let their pathetic son swoop in like I’m a damsel in distress?”

“You are a damsel in distress.” Not looking at you, he mumbled to himself, not intending to let you hear his comment.

You let out a short, amused laugh, patting him on his firm bicep, before standing up to take a closer look at the other wedding dresses in this place.

“Oh baby, I’m not a damsel in distress.” Your fingernails raked over the expensive diamonds and pearls on one of the beautiful dresses, clenching your teeth, you spoke as if a prayer. “I’m a woman in a dress. And trust me, I will have everything I want. Even if it means that I have to murder that wimp.”

Somehow, Ari didn’t feel that his head was about to go off, but rather, his dick.

You sounded like you were going to castrate him.

Okay, maybe also murdering him. He was just glad that you didn’t know he was “Ari Levinson”, or God knows what you were planning for him, or pull a knife out of nowhere.

He made the determination to keep this secret identity as long as he could.

Among the fear of his head and dick being in different places than on his body, his mind turned so quickly that he was hit with a realization, “You are laying your murder plan out in front of me? Am I still going to be alive after this conversation?”

Hearing your name being called at the door in a familiar voice, you grinned, shouting to the front door, “Over here, Caroline!”

Ari gulped. This was probably the moment that he needed to regret his reckless decisions. That he shouldn’t marry a to-be-murderer. He should have known that your families were psychos and you were equally insane as everyone else.

His body was going to be found by his guards in a few hours, laying in a pool of blood, had his throat slit……

“Relax.” You laughed, seeing Ari’s face had gone pale, “She’s my lawyer, not my partner in crime.”

Caroline hugged you and complimented you on how well you looked, but one frown from you shut her up about the upcoming wedding and started gathering files from her brown handbag.

“You are not going out of this shop until I am certain that you won’t spill a thing to anyone.” You sat down on the couch, “Caroline, NDA him.”

Ari knew too well what an NDA is.

It is a non-disclosure agreement, with the signed party swearing on almost everything that they own, that they will not leak a word to a single soul in this world.

“Really?!!” Ari assumed the paperwork was at least 20 pages, if not more. Leaning his head back, being able to see you, he scowled, “I offered you champagne and now you pay me back with this?”

“You said you didn’t care, when I told you I’d get you to sign an NDA.”

“Yeah well, I thought that was a joke!” Ari threw his hands up in frustration.

“Aww, don’t be such a baby. You know I would be hanged if our conversation gets out.” You pouted, almost sympathetically, but the smile on your face betrayed you, “Sorry, Guy, if you want the tea, it comes with the gag. But-” You dragged your voice, gesturing to Caroline to take out another file, “If you agree to sign the other file too, there’s some … perks that I can guarantee for your family business.”

Caroline picked up from where you left off, and started explaining to Ari, “If you choose to sign the second contract with Miss. Y/N, you will be her temporal boyfriend for the time being, and in return, Miss. Y/N would wear the jewellery that your business provides for the next two years over two dozen formal occasions.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Ari thought he had misheard you.

“Two years on twenty-five formal occasions.” Caroline rephrased her lines, “And that is only one of the perks of pretending to be Miss. Y/N’s boyfriend.”

“But why?” Ari looked at you, bewildered, “You were marrying … um, the prince. What do you need a fake boyfriend for?”

“You sure you want to know why?” You raised your eyebrows, “That’s gonna get you another NDA.”

He took all his comments back.

You were not a little trouble. No. No. NO!

You were a fucking huge trouble.

“And what if I don’t sign? Neither of them.” Ari challenged you, pushing you to the edge. He crossed his arms, making his biceps bulge more under that blue shirt, “What are you going to do about it, future Miss. Princess?”

You might fuck him for that slutty arm alone.

“I’d fuck you over.” You smiled, not ashamed of using dirty moves against him, not the slightest, “I’d told the royal family about how poorly you’ve done your service, and what a terrible shop owner you are.”

“What if I had connections?” Ari liked his chances, “What if I-”

“I can let you walk free if you sign the first one. I’d have something in exchange for the second one. Make your decision because my patience is short-lived.” You interrupted him. What was with this man and all his questions? You tapped your foot on the ground, bouncing it up and down, something your father forbade you to do over the years but you broke the rule whenever you can, “I like you, Mr. Thomas.” You said softly, “You seem smart. I like doing business with smart people. Now, smart people walk free when they can. Smarter people take their chances to gain more. Which one are you?”

“But I-” Ari was stalling to sign his name. It might not be as recognizable as in typing, but it was clear whether he would start with an “A” -

The corners of his eyes caught the name on the contract.

It wasn’t Ari Levinson.

The name put on the contract was “Guy Thomas”.

He introduced himself as “Guy Thomas”. Had the royal security forged a name and life experience of “Guy Thomas”, and if you presented this contract in front of him, that means you, in the limited time, did not have the time nor the patience to examine whether his fake identity was true – you must have assumed that it was solid and trustworthy, at least enough for you to bring the second contract. But the question remains – “If I sign this,” Ari signed the first NDA with ease and zero hesitation, pointing at the second one, “you have to tell me what it is for.”

“Simple.” You smirked, asking Caroline to check his signature, before replying with a devious smile, “They made me upset. I’m returning the favor.”

Vengeance towards your family and/or the royal family?

You were more than trouble; you were a fucking menace.

Ari took a sharp inhale as he lowered his head to sign his name on the second contract.

Fuck being a prince and all those rules. If this is the way you want to rebel against your family and the royal family, he’d be your knight in shiny armor, making sure that no harm comes your way.

His sane brain was preventing him from signing, as he was well aware that everyone else would know it was a joke, everyone apart from you. It would be devastating for you when you find out.

And yet, he wanted you to spend your last days before the wedding as a happy woman. You had such a horrible family that he wanted to help. He wanted to make you happy. Which reminded him that he had to call his future father-in-law, and get him on board with your plan, while you could not find out a single thing about Ari and his fake identity Guy … and demand him to return your phone and your freedom to you.

Was it pitying? Or was it that he knew you would find a fake boyfriend to piss off your family either way, and in the deepest darkest pit in the bottom of his heart, Ari wanted to be your boyfriend, and be by your side, even if it was a pretence?

Signing the name “Guy Thomas” on the line of the last page of the contract, Ari capped the black fountain pen and returned both objects to Caroline.

He gathered his thoughts as he ran a hand down his full-grown beard, his heart pumping a little faster than usual, probably because he was going undercover much deeper than he had thought he would, or because that making you happy makes him happy as well.

Or both.

The corner of his lips curled into a smile.

“I’m all yours.”

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I NEED A PART 3 OF A GODS OBSESION YOUR AMAZING AND ILY (platonically) PLEASE AND TYYYY<3

A deal with the Devil.

PT1 A God's obsession love where it first started. PT2 Golden cage of mine where I continued. Now let's go in for PT3 :D I wonder how Auron is going to be in this one, since Lucien now owns his obsessions lover soul.... TW: Blood, tearing a vocal cord, suicide via poison,

Rook felt like throwing up, they were forced to go to this party held in their 'honor'. Different God's were there with various emotions on their face as they saw Rook. It seems most of them knew who they were and how they got here.

"Love? Are you-" Soft words were interrupted by Rook snatching their arm away from HIM. Auron frowned, eyes narrowing as he looked at them to behave. He might have been too lenient with letting them act out, this was getting out of hand.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." Spitting out Rook got up and walked to the God of Love and God of the Hunt. Auron gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his calm in front of all the gods he sees over.

Rook held a gauntlet filled with wine from the God of festivities gifted them. One that would never be empty, it was about their....fourth? Glass they guessed. Alphonse looked at the cup they held and then their hand in their pocket.

"Rook, you didn't bring that vile did you?" Whispering to them, and looking around to see if anyone noticed or heard. Rook simply snorted and nodded, sipping more of their wine.

"Rook, that isn't smart." Scolding Seth kept his distance. Seeing that Auron was watching the two like a hawk. Rook laughed and looked back at Auron, flipping him off causing some minor God's to gasp at their bravery.

"Is....is he coming?" Rook questioned looking at Seth with a pleading look. A heavy sigh was heard and the brunette nodded, Alphonse was looking worried as he looked back at Auron. Who was talking to a God about something and looked back at Rook.

"We.....we don't know if he'll agree. He usually keeps to himself at these things and if Auron saw you with him-" Alphonse clamped his mouth shut seeing Lucien finally walk in. Every noise silenced seeing the God of the Dead, even Auron looked at his every move.

"Lucien, dear. Do you think they have good booze here?" A giggling voice could be heard as a figure leaned against him. The God smiled at them, nodding and snapping his fingers for a gauntlet to be placed in the person's, God's? Hand.

Auron, finally stood putting on a smile looking at Lucien. Who, seemed unimpressed by the whole party as he focused on his plus one. Alphonse smiled as he looked at the person next to the God of the Dead.

"Lucien! It's nice to see you out of your domain. Tell us, who is this person next to you?" Loudly asking, other Gods mumbled and chatted amongst themselves seeing who the person was. Lucien simply smiled and showed them off, as the person was chugging their gauntlet.

"My spouse. You may call them Angel." 'Angel' looked at everyone and smiled widely. Waving excitedly at all the Gods gathering, Seth saw this as a opportunity to get closer to them. Giving a firm nod to Rook, they noticed as well and started going to the God of the Dead. But, sadly Auron saw this and waved his hand causing Rook to float to him as they cursed loudly at him.

This made Angel the God of Justice, glared at the God of Protection, tugging on Lucien's robe. The God with horns turned his head and scowled seeing Auron placing Rook on his lap. It seems he couldn't hide them in this life either, guilt struck the God as he looked Auron in the eyes.

"Oh, you have a lover again? Interesting." Commenting Lucien then turned away and went to the buffet table. Angel still had their eyes on Rook and Auron, glaring at the latter one last time before walking to their lover.

Rook felt their skin crawl as they sat on this bastard's lap, how dare he put them here?! Trying to get up they were held down firmly by Auron, who looked at them straight in the eye's.

"Love?.....Behave." Commanding darkly, Auron then went back to smiling at the guests. Leaving Rook throwing a pleading look at Seth and Alphonse, but a bluenette looked at them with pity and decided to do something.

Going to the God of the Hunt, the God of Stars and the Moon grabbed his arm and smiled. Leaning into the brunettes ear and bluntly stated.

"I know your planning something. Let me help." Simply words mace Seth pause and look at him. Then sighed as Alphonse looked at Seth with a 'We-need-his-help' look, so the brunette began explaining the plan.

"I'm trying to get to Lucien to strike up a deal in Rook's name." Whispering low Seth leaned to Faust. The younger God nodded and turned to Auron who was focusing on Rook.

"And you need a distraction to not look suspicious......On it." Determination was in Faust's eyes as he teleported in front of the 'loving' couple in stars. Seth and Alphonse then hurried to where Lucien and Angel were to get more help in getting Rook away from Auron.

The God of Protection scowled seeing his younger brother in front of him. Before he could shoo him away Faust started to yell at the older God.

"How DARE you! Taking a mortal from their life and trYING TO MAKE THEM A GOD! THAT HAS NEVER OR WON'T EVER WORK!!" Everyone snapped their head's at the brother's that have argued for over centuries. Whisper's rouse as Auron shouted back at him to quiet down and they wuld discuss this later.

"NO!!" Faust's power started to seep into the air as it moved around him. Showing his anger towards his older brother, and one of Faust's hidden eyes saw Seth talking to Lucien.

"What?.....GOING TO SILENCE ME NOW? EVERYONE KNOWS HOW IDIOTIC IT IS TO TURN A MORTAL TO GOD!" Screaming out Faust turned to the crowd of Gods that kept quiet. Some of the older ones gave Auron a look, he was the one that made it a rule. To NEVER turn a mortal to a God unless they EARNED the right and AGREED to be one.

The room hushed into a silence as the two glared at each other. Rook was gently moved out of Auron's lap on to his throne. Faust got into a fighting position as Auron raised his hand, the bluenette looked at Rook and winked.

Making Rook pause before looking away from the argument before them. And seeing Seth pleading to Lucien while discreetly looking at them.

As the argument went on Lucien looked at Seth and spoke in a deep voice as his power slipped into the air.

"Are you FULLY sure Rook wants this?" Looking down at the younger God, who nodded. Alphonse and Angel stood away from them as the pinkette explained to Angel what happened.

"Lucien." Angel turned to their dark lover and clenched his robe in anger looking at Auron. Their eyes of Justice started to glow brightly seeing the scene in front of them. "Free them from their shackles, please."

The was the last straw, Lucien let his dark fog roll down on the ground. Causing Gods to yell in fright as they pushed away from him, the tallest God stalked towards the throne where Rook was sitting. Faust was brought down by Auron's chains, as the red head tried to go back to Rook.

"Enough." The single words made Auron freeze where he was and the room was once again stomped to silence. All saw as the God of the Dead's horns grew as he looked down at Auron.

"I let you be here and do what you pleased. I'm not one for fighting but you forcing my old friend to being in this golden cage? Auron...You KNOW better than to anger ME!" Skeleton arms shoot out form the fog and sinked their claws into Auron. Forcing the God to his knees as he tried to thrash out of the dead's hold, Lucien ignored Auron and approached the throne.

"NO! ROOK-" A Skeleton shot up and clawed at Auron's throat making him cough out blood. His vocal cord being broken at the forced they used to silence him. Faust's chains were broken, he was helped up then went back to Seth and Alphonse who signaled Finn to heal him.

Lucien went down to one knee as he held Rook's hand, they looked at the God with hope. It was weird usually he got a look of fear when he approached a mortal, but Rook was always a weird mortal.

"Rook, my old friend. I helped you before, giving you a knife to end the protection Auron had on you. But, I failed to try and keep you hidden..." Sorrow was in his words as he looked at their face. Rook simply smiled and decided to ask him of a deal.

"I want my freedom and to NEVER be under Auron's hand again...But I know it comes with a price....." Gods started to whisper hearing the deal the mortal told the God of the Dead. Lucien nodded and materialized a contract before him, letting it go to Rook.

"It would cost your soul. I couldn't protect you after you were reincarnated....But if you were....forever dead, I could make sure Auron can NEVER have you again." Whispering to them, Rook took in a sharp breath and nodded. A feather pen materialized in their hand as they singed their name on the contract.

"no....no no no no nO.....NONONONONONONO??!!" Auron howled as he thrashed his head away from the skeleton behind him. The red heads power started showing as he set himself on a protective fire to burn the souls holding him down.

Lucien was about to summon a knife once again, but Rook held up a hand making the God of the Dead to pause. Rook then showed off the poison they had, everyone gasped seeing what it was. Lucien then stood as Rook got off the throne and went in front of Auron.

The God of Protection started acting insane, his hair going wild as his power tried freeing him. Faust looked at Rook with sad eyes, he knew them once and knew this was a hard decision for them. Seth looked at them with a sad smile and Alphonse began crying into his hands.

Glass shattered on the floor, Auron's howls echoed through the throne room and Gods all having different reactions. In the chaos, Lucien closed Rook's eyes and held out a hand to Angel. The lover of the God of the Dead went to him but paused before Auron, his face filled with tears as blood dripped from his throat and body.

"Check mate, Auron." Final words were said as Rook downed the whole vile of poison.

They began choking holding their throat as black filled their veins showing everyone a painful death. Rook's eye's rolled into their head as they fell back into Lucien's arms, slowly their arms fell.

"How dare you bring injustice to this mortal. To cause them to go this far, I hope you suffer from this till the day you slit your own throat. BASTARD!" Scoffing at Auron who started trying to grab them, Angel continued walking to Lucien. With one final smile to the Gods that helped Rook, the couple vanished into thin air.

Leaving behind a broken God, too consumed by the consequences of his own actions. Along with other Gods questioning if letting Auron lead them was even a good choice anymore.

[inkabelledesigns]

Fixing dolls with glue hair is a lot, and I really don't like doing it. XD But yesterday I made an effort to do another oxiclean treatment in my Way Too Wonderland dolls. This is maybe the fourth time I've done it on some of them? I've lost track. Most of them had excessively bad glue hair. But I am thrilled to say that we've almost got it! My Apple on the far left of the first picture still has a little glue, but one more treatment and I think she'll be okay. Apple is my favorite from this line, so it's gonna be all the more satisfying to have her fixed up. But everyone else I think is ready for hair styling and to be dressed up for display! This is my favorite Ever After High line, and I'm so excited I'll finally be able to have them all up!

Briar needs some repairs in terms of getting some body blushing. I made the mistake of not taking off her head when I did one of these treatments, so it got a little bleached, but I'm confident I can fix it. You may be wondering why I have two Apples and why Blondie is here. Well, for Apple, I actually got an incomplete doll back in my early days of collecting, but then I got another for a good price that was less damaged, save for the glue. X'''D So I have two. Contemplating doing a repaint for her, that could be fun. As for Blondie, I know Just Sweet Blondie Locks isn't a part of Way Too Wonderland, but they go together in my head, so I wanna display her with the rest.

Truth be told, part of this is an excuse to display my playset. I'm not usually one for doll playsets, but I really like the art on this one and would like all of my girls together. Currently doing a lot of rearranging, but it looks like my theme for September is a mix of Wonderland and popstars. I really wanna have all my dolls that are singers out for a bit, so it's a lot of MH and RH surprisingly. XD It's just, nice to update the display once in a while.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hihi!! Hope you're doing well! Please take rest and drink as much as water as you can (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Do you write platonic relationships? If yes, may I request headcanons of Lu Bu and reader being best friends :D

It all starts with reader approaching Lu Bu because she thinks he would like a friend to talk to. Now, they're from completely different timelines and somehow very close. It's a cute friendship because she's small and very friendly to everyone and Lu Bu scares people with just one look.

I hope this wasn't too much to ask. If you can't do it, it's alright!! Have a wonderful day and sending lots of love >:D

btw I love your works sm this is my first time requesting 😭😭😭

-The sudden pressure on his back did nothing to break his concentration as he continued to swing his halberd, working on his technique, as he wanted to fight Thor again!

-Ever since being returned to life, Lu Bu has been working hard, training even harder, wanting to have an even better match against his soul mate, the opponent he had always wanted.

-Your arms wrapped around his neck, giving him a small hug, “Hi~ Lu Bu!” he cracked the smallest of grins before swinging hard, splitting the ground in front of him, but also breaking his fourth halberd of the day. He wasn’t bothered, he had plenty more.

-You hopped down before he turned, ruffling your hair lightly which made you grin before he spoke, “You need something or you just hanging out today?”

-The pout on your face was cute as your hands came to your hips, “What I can’t just come and see my most favorite Lu Bu in the world?!”

-His grin widened, and to anyone else who didn’t know him, it would have been terrifying, but to people like you and Chen Gong, you weren’t bothered, he was just smiling!

-Seeing him smile, you grinned, “I came to get you, Chen Gong asked me to bring you to lunch! He found a hot pot place!” while wanting to continue training, hearing what lunch was, he agreed, plus he couldn’t say no to you.

-If anyone saw the two of you together, they would think he was threatening you, because you were an adorable cinnamon roll while he was… not.

-Your friendship was an oddball one, but many thought it was cute, big scary Lu Bu with tiny cupcake Y/N, but you got along great with each other!

-You were the only one that could sneak up on him and hug him without breaking his concentration and you didn’t care if he spent hours training, you didn’t bother him, and if he wanted you out of the way, he would tell you, but since you’re so small, usually he doesn’t care.

-Chen Gong was overwhelmed with tears when you first met him as he hugged you, sobbing comically that his lord had made a friend!! Lu Bu had been a bit embarrassed, which was rather amusing to see but only you and Chen Gong had seen it.

-Even Red Hair liked you! And Red Hair didn’t like anyone but Lu Bu; but you didn’t ride him, as he wasn’t your horse, but you could at least approach him without fear and he would let you hand feed him and brush him.

-Chen Gong greeted you both as you led Lu Bu into the hot pot restaurant, waving you over to the table he had gotten, beaming, “I ordered plenty of meat for us!”

-Lu Bu gave him a grin, and being the only other person that didn’t mind Lu Bu’s smile, he wasn’t afraid, seeing it more as praise and happiness.

-Anyone looking at your table couldn’t understand the mismatched trio seated there, you and Chen Gong were chatty and bright, while Lu Bu was silent and scary looking, but seeing him with the two of you, he didn’t seem so scary, he almost seemed like a stoic father.

-Lu Bu cracked a grin when you put some vegetables into his bowl, “Eat some veggies too!” only you and maybe Chen Gong could get away with that.

-But then again, that’s why Lu Bu liked you, you weren’t afraid of him, you just treated him like a normal person, because to you, that’s all that he was.

[piracytheorist]

Who or what is Grim Fandango?

Set in the Land of the Dead...

A tale of corruption and greed...

A soul being deprived of her peaceful afterlife...

And a soul trying to make things right.

It's a video game!

It was released in 1998 by LucasArts and a remastered version was released in 2015. You play as Manny Calavera, the guy with the white suit in the picture, and it's set in a kind of afterlife inspired by Dia de los Muertos. Manny serves as a Grim Reaper to repay his debts to life, but in an effort to get himself into a better situation, he gets involved in a whole case of corruption and conspiracy, which he has to get himself and another soul whom he accidentally gets involved into this too out of.

It's got a fulfilling story, interesting and layered characters, immersing backgrounds and one of the best game soundtracks I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

(I recommend listening to the full thing. So much great noir jazz stuff. There was even a location I would have Manny walk slowly so that I could enjoy the track that played over it longer :D)

The "Ask me about Grim Fandango" on my blog description is a reference to it made by another game by LucasArts, Monkey Island. In the first game of that series, which barely even has a fourth wall and has the characters go meta quite often, there's a background NPC you can talk to who has a pin that says "Ask me about LOOM", another game by LucasArts that was released a little after the first Monkey Island. If you ask him he'll start excitedly talking to you about LOOM while the screen shows *advertisement* over him.

And then, in the third Monkey Island game, which came a little before Grim Fandango, there's a skeleton who is wearing an "Ask me about Grim Fandango" pin. You can't ask him about it though, cause he's dead

Basically, they were promoting their upcoming game in that way, back before everyone had constant access to the internet XD

I played Grim Fandango in the very beginnings of 2020 and got absolutely enamoured about it, and even though I haven't replayed it in some time I am still very much enthralled by it in so many ways. And so that sentence has stayed on my blog description for over four years XD

The game may come off as having some puzzles which are hard to solve - it is, after all, an adventure puzzle game, and you're supposed to spend a good amount of time finding clues and hints on how to solve each puzzle - but it's very satisfying, made with a lot of love and care for the characters and the story, so I recommend even just trying it out and using a walkthrough if you get stuck. Manny is an absolute delight and moodTM to play as, which makes the experience even more enjoyable.

So anyway, yeah. Try out Grim Fandango :D

[knighteclipsed]

happy anniversary!!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Template originally by Neffi!

Name: Kano!! (i often stylize it as 'kano!!' bc lowercase and exclamations cool)

Pronouns: they/it/he (but really, so long as it isn't 'she/her' and it isn't unclear who is being referred to, i don't really care what i'm called 😂)

Birthday (no year): May 6th!

Where are you from? What is your time zone? I've got Haitian heritage, but I was born and raised in Georgia of USA! Timezone is still TOAST✨

(more under the cut,)

How long is your roleplay experience? As long as my TOA experience pretty much :joy: (So, uh, basically just over 2 years HAHA) I did do some roleplay on like. Amino when I was 11. but i didn't really enjoy it or do it much willingly haha

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? My sister was super baller (she would do Minecraft roleplay on her computer) :sungals:✨

How were you introduced to TOA? Dewa's Dimitri art showed up in Tumblr's Dimitri hashtag!! I scrolled through the blog, saw it was a roleplay one, and my Instagram-pilled mind thought she had stolen someone else's art :crylaugh: (I, uh, quickly realized while trying to confirm that the art style was consistent and the subject matter was too niche [thinking of Dimitri dancing with someone at the Ethereal Ball], so whoever this 'mun' person was must've just been really good haha) Over the course of roughly 4 or so months, I learned how narrative rp worked, encountered some of the other blogs in TOA and even followed the masterlist itself! I ended up joining when I saw the previous Linhardt had just been booted for inactivity fdnsjkfnsd

Do you have any pets? Nope! I do have a plant though. I named her Vyse (yes, after the Valorant agent HER PETALS LOOK LIKE VYSE'S METAL FLOWERS) 💞

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Spring! Winter is much too cold for my taste, and summer is good but certainly pushes my tolerance for heat haha. My birthday's in spring though, which tiebroke between it and autumn haha.

What is your IRL occupation? I'm a college student! (The job search is real.....)

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Writing. Reading. Roleplay 😂 (Offering actual info: I love programming! I draw a lot. I like making/listening to music. Love and light <3)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Baldur's Gate 3 GWAHAHA. (i have a lot of unfinished saves on other games tho: Hades(? made it out several times tho), Triangle Strategy, and the first Ori fnjkdjskf)

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: i don't. pokemon. i did once use Mew (the discord bot) tho and i really liked my Wartortle :] i also have a giant holographic Espeon card and the eeveelutions are unsurprisingly my bias GWAHAHA Honestly tho my answers are probably the same as last year--dragon and dark. Squirtle, Wartortle, Gible fndsjkf

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!) I shared my programming endeavors last year! Also some math stuff so--I play a shit ton of D&D. I've got three regular campaigns going on; might be four if my workload isn't too much :weary: I DM one of those games and am a PC in the other two--the fourth would also be a game I DM, which is why I'm working with my schedule to solve this fdnsjkfn

How did you get into Fire Emblem? Played Smash Brawl on the Wii, was suggested by Kai (WHO WRITES KLIFF RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH) to play more characters than just Sheik, and while he was wrong to suggest Ike, he was right about Marth. Later I followed him to Fire Emblem Heroes, then Sacred Stones, and then Three Houses--that's when I properly became an FE fan haha.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Finished (in order): Three Houses, Sacred Stones, Engage Started (in order): Shadows of Valentia, Awakening demo, Binding Blade in Japanese, Binding Blade in English, SOV again, Genealogy of the Holy War, Awakening (the full game), also Shadow Dragon in English--that's it i think :joy:

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First was Sacred Stones! My first finished was Three Houses tho haha. Favorite is one of those two or Engage idk GWAHAHA

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! I think Valter successfully stole first place, then Dimitri, Amber, Diamant, and then Linhardt or Selena (FE8) fndsjkf

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Dimitri! I picked his allegiance in FEH as a joke (I wanted someone to ask and myself to respond 'he's pretty :]' bc imo it'd be MAD FUNNY but then we got 3H for real and I ended up liking him a lot GWAHAH)

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Dimitri. Diamant. no one else i don't think but maybe if I ever play Fates something might happen with Kaze 😂

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: N/A - Fates: haven't played but it would probably be Kaze - Three Houses: Dimitri; Yuri is the next on my list but if we aren't looking at my completionist ass he'd be competing with a Dimitri rerun 😂 - Engage: Diamant! And probably Diamant again haha

Favorite Fire Emblem class? idfk i told someone Mortal Savant recently. it might be Wyvern Knight tho they're scrunkly :softsmile:

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Either a sword user or a mage! I would be playable, and I'd be strong in magic stats while pretty weak physically. (Imagine a swordmaster like that fgndjsfnsdf) No idea what class specifically but I'd probably be unpromoted on recruit!

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Blue Lions. long live King Dimitri 🙏✨

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons - probably Reason and Authority? Banes - Heavy Armor fndjkfn maybe Axes as well!! Budding Talent - Flying (the fear of heights go crazyyyy but i do love the thrill 🥺)

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) I'd be a Brodian sniveling about the cold 24/7 (affectionate)

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Separate letters! It's intuitive to me.

Current TOA muses: Valter and Selena (FE8)!

Past TOA muses? Linhardt as of last moon, Colm as of a year ago in two days!

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Linhardt! And I could totally see him coming back, but he'd need a longgggg nap first fndjksnf

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) People with really strong emotions seems to be the trend? Even in the case of Linhardt and Selena (who are generally more muted in their expression), they have strong determinations; characters that are particularly tragic are also to my liking. (Also if their dialogue is scaaaaawy I'll probably end up liking them HAHA) Not really changed since last year haha.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Not really? Though I will say my ability to write Selena is kind of a miracle; I generally have a difficult time understanding femininity and womanhood, but maybe it's that Selena is trans that makes it a lot more intuitive to me dfnjksf Either way, she's a good bridge into woman writing I like her a lot :softsmile:

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) Last time I just wrote I like dialogue! With the question slightly rephrased--I like confrontational scenes a lot actually fndjskfnds I realize a lot of folks find confrontation difficult/stressful to navigate, but I am mildly insane and slurp that shit up onb!! Say something absolutely horrendous! Slam someone into a wall (or the floor or some furniture) GWAHAHA!! (For the sake of transparency: Don't actually just walk into my inbox and start fighting my muses. I value the narrative a lot and would rather it come from somewhere and not be Too much fndsjkfnd I talk about this on Valter's mun page especially.) I like when characters don't get along! It's interesting! I love conflict! The big downside to this being my favorite is that you have to be really careful to navigate people's boundaries, but I'm willing to sort that out--just chat with me!! I only bite friends!!

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? Two answers for my present muses: for Valter, I want him to betray Maria (bc he's a fucking asshole and I want him to deal with the consequences of that fndsjkfns); for Selena, I'd really like a Glen here :oldplead: (this is not a scenario but genuinely if she found out Glen died actually she would be very sad!! get her with the emotions 🫵)

Favorite TOA-related memories? Nat and Dewa recognizing me as the Linhardt reserve just because I kept liking all of Dewa's stuff (including an arena thread with Nat's Linoan) 😭😭😭, Sirius rolling Valter as his liege in KKE, Colm getting dressed up by old ladies par Lloyd (Midsommar), Ree asking N if he was okay with writing body horror (Unscripted), Selena failing to kill "Vigarde" (AO), Valter and L'Arachel taking a million years to leave a burning classroom!!, Linhardt's Whole Friendship with Sophia, Linus slamming the Moonstone into a wall (and the floor), Valter getting chased by a giant Pikachu (Midsommar), Selena and Mlear :softsmile: (and by extension: Selena meeting Flear :crylaugh:), Valter beefing with EVERYONE (and also maybe stabbing Alfred? (he didn't)), Colm and Pelleas friendship 🥺, and the list goes on!

Present or past tense? Generally past tense? It changes mid-post a lot though; actions my muses are actively committing as present tense, but actions immediately past are generally. past. fndsjkfn It makes sense to me i prommy 🙏✨

Normal size text, small text, no preference? No preference! But I write in normal text unless asked to write otherwise; I don't take issue with the default size

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 Chat y'all already know.

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Percy's Pov

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you." He said, leaning back. "Uh, thanks." I scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has been hitting the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the black girl with brown and blonde braids. She came forward, and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. And I see you've met Selene, daughter of Clio, the Sun Goddess. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now." He said, pointing down the cabins.

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron." She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep brown skin and her long blond/brown braids, she was beautiful too, I've never seen girls like Selene and Annabeth from my school. Annabeth's eyes were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight. While Selene's eyes were a light brown color, with a hint of gold shimmering, they reminded me of pools of honey.

Annabeth glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, "You killed a mino-taur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead, she said, "You drool when you sleep." Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her braids flying behind her. "So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron." He said, smiling. "Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... does that stand for something?" I asked, looking him up and down. Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are power-ful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason." He said blankly. "Oh. Right. Sorry." I apologized. "I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time." He said, biting into an apple.

"House call?" I asked, confused. "My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a look out. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... ah, take a leave of absence." He said lowly.

I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared, and Mr. Brunner had taken the class ."You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked. Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother and let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test." He said proudly.

"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "Are you playing or not?" He asked. "Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt. "You do know how to play pinochle? Annabeth and Selene are my best players." Mr. D said, looking at Selene proudly. "I'm afraid not," I said. "Well, Selene, do you mind teaching Percy?" He asked her. I looked over at her, watching her give him a big smile and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Sir." She then turned to look at me, smiling softly.

"it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules." He explained what the game was. "I'm sure the boy can learn. Plus, Selene is a great teacher, " Chiron said. "Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun-Chiron-why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?" I asked, desperately trying to understand his reasoning. Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question." He said, chuckling.

The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile. Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer. "Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" He asked me. "She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her." I told him, sadly.

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle. "I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient." He said.

"Orientation film?" I asked. "No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know"-he pointed to the horn in the shoe box -"that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods-the forces you call the Greek gods-are very much alive." He said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that when I saw Selene's mom. I mean, my best friend has furry legs and hooves." I said, glaring down at the floor. I stared at the others around the table. I waited for somebody to yell, not! But all I got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.

"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?" He asked. "Eh? Oh, all right." He said, rolling his eyes, and handed him the can. Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

"I just can't believe GOD'S are real. Are they like the same thing as....like...Jesus..that type of GOD?" I asked. "Well, now," Chiron said. "God-capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical." "Metaphysical? But you were just talking about -" "Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter." He said, matter factly.

"Smaller?" I asked. "Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class." He said. "Zeus," I said. "Hera. Apollo. You mean them." He nodded. And there it was again-distant thunder on cloud-less day. "Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around if I were you." He said sternly.

My heart pounded. He was trying to make me angry for some reason, but I wasn't going to let him. "Ok, sure. But I don't believe in gods." I said, flatly. "Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerates you." He said, crossing his arms.

"P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock." Grover said, pleading.

Selene nudged me and urged me to stick out my hand. She told me to close my eyes and I looked between Chiron and Mr. D, then back to Selene and hesitantly closed my eyes. I felt both of her hands cup mine, and I felt my hand warmly vibrate. She told me to open my eyes, and I gasped.

There was a glowing golden orb floating in my hand. I looked up at Selene, then back to the floating ball in my hand. "W-what...is that?" I asked her lowly. "It's my powers. I can do more, but I'm still practicing." She said, gigging at my mouth- opened shocked face.

"Well, Percy, do you believe now?" Chiron asked me. I couldn't even process what I was seeing. She carefully took the glowing ball away, and suddenly, everything that had happened the last 24 hours was swirling around in my head, and I suddenly felt light-headed.

"UH OH! HE'S GOING DOWN AGAIN!" I heard someone yell before everything went black.

[cal-tastrophe]

Five different Fandoms, five different ships

Well I got tagged by wonderful @piecesofeden11. So where shall I start?

MerriCal (Star Wars) Well, what can I say? Other than Cal Kestis is my favorite Jedi, and Merrin is such a wonderful character by his side? A match made by the Force. I really like the years of slowburn in their relationship, and now I am anxious to see what the third and final installment of the game will do to my love for them, and ultimately my heart.

Stucky (Marvel's Captain America) 'til the end of the line. That is a promise those two men made to each other not even time itself could tear apart. Or Hydra. Unfortunatly though the screenwriters at Disney's managed. I will ignore this outcome of Steves and Buckys Story 'til the end of my own line, for sure.

Nero/Kyrie (Devil May Cry) One Game-series that I enjoy from the very first day since it released in 2001 (and yes, I also enjoyed the remake very much). Oh wow, I know and love this franchise for 24 years now! Kyrie and Nero though joined the fray in the fourth installment seven years later in 2008 and this game holds a special place in my heart. I knew it by heart back then. Kyrie is Neros greatest strenght and the reason he is still human. It's a cute and almost too sweet to bare relationship. Nero needs it!

Gallavich (Shameless) I just love them! They are gay-icons, went through a lot of shit together, and were actually the only characters having a really happy ending- in my eyes. Nothing to add here, Gallavich is love!

Rude/Reno (Final Fantasy VII) Those TURKS are so gay for each other, and I am perfectly fine with that! I cannot imagine Rude without Reno, or Reno without Rude. Force, they don't even function properly without their "partner". And having written all of this down, I notice that 4 of 5 pairs include a ginger. I always had a special type obviously...

I tag @tomatette, @buttsneaks, @deathclassic, @believe-in-alderaan and everyone who feels like doing it :D

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I am a huge fan of the Dark Souls series! If you want any no-spoiler tips or general recommendations, advice on what things may be helpful, etc, feel free to shoot me a line!

I’m currently on my fourth “don’t level up, start with the class that starts at level 1” run. I love this game dearly and I want others to be able to enjoy it too if they can!

Ultimately if it ends up not being your thing, that’s also okay! I do hope that whatever time you spend with it, you do get to have lots of fun.

Stay safe out there, neighbor! And remember to take breaks if you stop having fun!

Hollow knight is ALSO one of my favorite games, but I haven’t managed to no-death it yet. But I can ALSO offer advice on it too. Either way, good luck!!!

Thank you so much that's so kind of you :D I will keep this in mind when I get inevitably stuck again (tho right now I am jaunting around with the upgrade of the controller (the first attempt I made at Hollow Knight I was playing with keyboard and it was not very good .))

I am not currently playing Dark Souls but I might start sometime soon this has Encouraged Me

[backtothefanfiction]

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Seven: In The Land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel, Looking To Get F*cked Hard!

Summary: How else are you supposed to break in a new home...

Warnings: 18+ Only! SMUT & Tears! Complicated marriage, some fluff, P in V, Oral (female + male receiving)

Word Count: 5K

A/N: SURPRISE SMUT SATURDAY!!! I couldn't wait until Wednesday to share this with you all so here it is, the BIG ONE! We've been in slow burn territory up until now, but as we all know Peter and Angel's relationship isn't smooth sailing and this doesn't mean everything is magically fixed between them either. Anyway, as always, enjoy!!!

SEVEN

Angel watched out the window carefully as they crossed the bridge over to Queens. It had been a long time since either of them had spent time in Queens. Ever since May decided to downsize and move into an apartment in Brooklyn and Peter had hung up his Spider suit for good, neither of them had made their way back.

Peter hastily turned down one of the dark streets. As he got halfway down the street a large block of newly converted apartments came into view. Peter slowed and took another turn, the engine revving beneath them as he waited at a gateway. He reached for a clicker that had been sat absentmindedly in the car and Angel watched as the gate opened, revealing a ramp down to an underground car park.

“Peter, where are we?” she asked as they got out of the car. It was dark, the only light coming from a small gap at the top of the car park that let in the tiniest amount of the street light from outside.

“Can I have my phone back?” he asked as he made his way around the car towards her.

She quickly reached into her pocket for it, handing it over to him. His fingers swiped at the screen pushing a couple of buttons before the torch came on. “Come on, this way.” he said, holding his hand out for her to take as he guided them across the empty car park.

He reluctantly released it as they approached a door on the far side of the space, his fingers reaching for a set of keys in his pocket. He placed his phone in his mouth as he used both of his hands to put the key in the door and turn the lock at the same time.

“Come on.” he said softly as he took his phone back out of his mouth again and held out his hand to her, guiding her into the building.

“Peter, where are we? What’s going on?” She continued to ask with a curious sweetness that made him want to melt. 

“Just keep coming.” he answered with equal softness as they moved through another door and into a stairwell. “The elevators are still not up and running so we’ll have to take the stairs I’m afraid.” He said, as his fingers found their way to a light switch, finally illuminating the space around them.

“How many floors?” she asked as he stood waiting on the first step for her as she hesitated.

“7.” He said honestly.

“Okay.” she sighed and nodded before slipping off her heels. Peter held out his hand to take them from her but she waved him off, insisting she carry them herself as they began to take the stairs up to the 7th floor.

She paused for a moment when they got to the fourth floor, her hand rubbing at her side as she caught her breath.

“You okay?” he asked when he noticed her fall behind.

“Yeah, yeah.” she waved him off.

“I can carry you if you want?” he asked as he took a couple steps back down towards her,

“Don’t you dare.” she said, holding a hand up to him.

They eventually made it to the seventh floor, Peter holding the door open as he waited for her to come up the last two steps. “You doing okay there?” he smiled through his concern and she tossed her shoes forcefully into his chest in response. “Ahhh okay,” he grumbled one of his hands quickly wrapping around the shoes, clutching them to his chest as she let go of them. He let out a small hiss under his breath as she walked through the door into a small hallway, his free hand coming to rub at his chest where one of the heels had awkwardly poked at one of his ribs.

He closed the door to the stairwell, plunging them into darkness once more. The only light now coming from the city streets through a single large window at the end of the hall.

“So are you finally gonna tell me where we are?” she asked as he began to fumble around in his pocket for another set of keys.

“Would you give me a second?” he grumbled as he fought to get the key into the lock of the large double set of doors before them, whilst still holding her heels and his phone in his hands.

“Fine.” she rolled her eyes, her arms folding impatiently.

There was a small click and he pushed the doors open. He stood staring at her for a moment. When she didn’t move he motioned with his hand for her to enter first.

She slowly began to walk into the large penthouse apartment, her body moving towards the lights of the city coming from the large windows that lined the back wall of the living space. There was another small click as Peter flicked a lightswitch, illuminating the room. She couldn’t help but smile as she turned and took in all of their old furniture.

“Welcome home.”

Her feet slowly padded across the floor, her fingers gliding along the back of a forest green sofa until she came to a stop a few steps away from Peter. She leaned against the sofa, her legs crossing in front of her as she looked at him expectantly. 

“When did you do this?”

“I bought it this morning before you woke up and then organised having someone go down to the storage locker and get everything that was in there.” He explained, one hand sliding into his pocket as he spoke, the other continuing to hold her shoes at his side.

“By bought it, you mean the whole building, don’t you?” 

He blushed a little as he looked away from her, a hand reaching up to scratch the hair at the back of his head. “Yeah.” he said sheepishly. 

Although they had had money for years and he was more than comfortable with spending that money, he never really liked talking about it or drawing attention to how rich they really were or why that was. No matter what happened, there was still always an element of that ordinary boy from Queen’s living inside him.

“You can actually see May and Ben’s old house from here if you look close enough.” He quickly said as he began to cross towards the window. He still didn’t let go of her shoes.

She slowly crossed the room to stand beside him so he could point it out to her in the darkness. “It’s, uh, that one over there.” he pointed towards a small speck of a house in the distance.

“Peter?”

“Yeah.” he turned his head towards her nervously. The way she stared up at him sent a shiver all through his body that he held tight, trying to hide. No vulnerability. No weakness. He had to keep himself at a distance. He couldn’t let her back in. Not like before. But he couldn’t help it. It was her, it was always going to be her. Without him realising his body leaned toward her and she too leaned further towards him.

“Thank you.” she whispered.

He watched her closely as her eyes moved back and forth as they scanned his own, almost as if they were looking for something specific. Permission maybe. If he just leaned in that little bit closer… but he couldn’t. He suddenly pulled himself away, causing her to close her eyes and worry at her lower lip as her eyes fell to the floor.

“Let me give you a tour.” he calmly said, trying to change the subject.

She slowly followed him as he walked past their dining room table that acted as a divider from the living area to the kitchen. He finally placed her shoes down on the large island and began to walk around it, opening up the fridge and the cupboards like he was on an episode of MTV cribs.

“I made sure they stocked the fridge and don’t worry, I had all of the old plates put back in the cupboards.” He motioned towards a large stack of mixed plates. They had two sets, one fancy formal set and a mixed set of different shapes and colours that looked like they had been sourced from different antique stores over the years.

She smiled at him fondly as he showed off a snack cupboard full of crisps and chocolate like he was still on a teenagers diet.

“Okay, so it’s got three bedrooms.” he said as he left the kitchen and began to ferry her towards a set of stairs that lead to a second floor.

He showed her the two other bedrooms and their shared bathroom first before leading her towards another set of double doors which he opened dramatically to reveal the master bedroom, complete with their old super king bed, with its deep blue velvet headboard. Their old vintage red oriental bedside tables, topped with black and white, vase shaped, striped lamps. A dark red wine coloured chaise lounge, sat along the back wall besides yet another door. Peter followed her eyes and eagerly moved across the room to pull it open revealing a large walk-in closet and adjoining ensuite.

She slowly followed him, her feet creeping slowly across the floor as she took it all in. He’d even had all of the old works of art they had collected mounted to the walls. She was surprised he hadn’t also had the walls painted or wallpapered like the way they used to have them from how he’d had everything placed in as close to how they used to have things as possible, but she supposed it had only been one day, it was a big enough task to carry this out as it was.

Her eyes roamed over the items in the closet, her fingers brushing against the fabric of all the clothes she’d ended up leaving behind. Designer dresses and pantsuits. In a cubby hole was a stack of folded satin pyjamas. There was a small dressing table built into the space with what looked like most of the products from Sephora placed nicely on top in front of the mirror or placed in draws under the table, along with the old antique tasselled blush pink and red velvet dressing stool she used to sit at. 

Peter just stepped back and watched as her eyes silently scanned everything, her fingers touching all the things she hadn’t seen in three years. She suddenly froze when she came to a stack of box shelves, the middle one of which had a tray of perfumes on it. Peter felt like she was a ghost, caught up in a memory as she reached for one of the perfume bottles. It had been one of her Mother’s, a small glass decanter that held Chanel no.5, her mother’s favourite perfume.

“Is it too much?” he asked as her fingers tenderly stroked the contours of the bottle.

She couldn’t find her voice so merely shook her head, simultaneously willing the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks any second to go away. “No.” she finally said, her voice sounded hoarse and broken. She looked at Peter, tears in her eyes. He immediately crossed the floor to her, wrapping her up in his arms.

He sat them down on the floor, the perfume bottle clutched close to her chest, while he held her close to his. She quietly wept into his shirt as he gently stroked her hair, cradling her head against him as he gently rocked them back and forth.

“I’m sorry.” he said gently against the crown of her head as he placed a tender kiss there.

“Don’t be.” she said as she began to settle, pulling herself away from him slightly so she could look at his face.

His fingertips tenderly brushed against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear before they laced themselves into her hair at the nape of her neck, his thumb continuing to reach and slowly brush small lines across her cheek as he looked at her.

They stayed there for a moment, enjoying each others closeness, finding a familiar home in the comfort of their bodies.

“I’m sorry.” she finally whispered.

“What do you have to be sorry about?” he cooed as his head leaned in closer to hers.

“I shouldn’t have left.”

“We both know he didn’t give you a choice.”

“But I should have been stronger…. I should have said no.”

“No you couldn’t have.” he said as he pushed her hair back away from her face, his eyes searching hers. “We both know the man your father was.”

“I should have said-”

Peter cut her off with a shake of his head. “No… no.”

In the silence that fell between them she reached for his hand, her thumb running a path across his wedding band. “You took it off.” she said.

“I know… I thought it would be easier if I…” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“If you didn’t see it there all the time.” she finished.

“I still wore it though. Felicia got me a chain so I could still wear it around my neck.” he explained. Her eyes met his again then at the sound of Felicia’s name. “It’s okay.” he tried to soothe her as if he could read her mind and all of her racing thoughts. “I promise you it meant nothing. She means nothing… not like you do.” His eyes scanned her once more as his hand at the side of her face grew firmer, willing her to believe him. “It’s always you.” he promised as his face grew closer to hers. “Always you.” he sighed into her mouth before he gently pressed his lips to hers. It was short and tender, a question, permission, as he pulled his lips away hesitantly, allowing her the option to continue if she wanted to. 

She quickly searched his eyes, that pull like molten honey, before her lips were reaching to chase his again. It was like taking a drug in which they both relapsed, like a high they’d both been trying to chase but failing, but now finally had returned to the only thing that would hit the spot. Their kisses grew quickly frantic as her hands grabbed tightly to his clothes as their breaths became shallower and more laboured.

He pulled his lips away from her, dragging them instead along the line of her jaw as she reached to rid herself of her blazer. His fingers gripped hold of her hips, turning her to straddle him properly as her lips fought to attach themselves back to his. He slowly rolled his hips beneath her, grinding himself up against her sex as her arms latched around the back of his neck, holding him tightly to her.

He breathed her in deeply through his nose as his hands nestled into her hair, his tongue reaching out to open her up further. She moaned against his mouth as he licked between her teeth.

His hand slid down her back, looking for the zipper to her jumpsuit but grumbled as he began to struggle. “Uhhgg, how the heck am I supposed to get you out of this?” She chuckled into his lips before parting from him.

He watched as she stood, her fingers reaching for the hidden zipper in the back, slowly pulling it all the way down. She pulled the top part off of her shoulders little by little until she revealed the white lace bra underneath she had found in the little bag she had been given that morning. Peter licked at his lips with awe as he looked up at her as she continued to strip down in front of him. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband to lower the jumpsuit down her legs revealing the white lace thong she had also found in the bag, a matching set.

“Fuck baby, I know I said this morning they were nothing special but…” his voice trailed off, his tongue growing too heavy and his thoughts too hazy to finish his sentence.

She stepped out of the item of clothing, picking it up and dropping it back on the floor further away from them before she began to step closer to him again.

His hand reached to trail up her legs as she slowly lowered herself back down onto her knees, her legs straddling his thighs. Her hands began to reach for the belt of his pants when he protested. “Nuh, uh.” he said with a shake of his head, “Come here.” he said as he began to lower his back onto the floor and he shuffled himself down further between her legs until her sex was in line with his chin.

“Peter.” she sighed with a blush in her cheeks as he ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, his hands finding a home on her ass as he slowly pulled her down to sit on his face. He licked a thick stripe along her lace covered sex, the pressure of his tongue teasing her clit. “Peter.” she sighed again.

“What baby?” he cooed before his teeth gently nibbled at the lace that covered his dessert. His right hand slowly moved, his index finger hooking around the underwear to move it to one side and she sighed once more as his mouth reattached itself to her.

“Uhhh.” she sighed as she leaned forward, her good arm bracing herself against the carpet just above his head.

“Uhhg, I fucking missed the taste of this sweet pussy.” he moaned as he continued to lick at her opening, his tongue sucking her clit into his mouth every couple of strokes. “So fucking sweet.” She moaned and gasped at his words of praise as her other hand began to grip tightly around his hair, her fingers carding through his messy strands, holding him closer to her sex as her head tipped back in ecstasy. “So fucking pretty for me.” He continued to coo against her sex as he held her tightly to his face. His finger reached round to tease at her entrance.

“Fuck, Peter.” she moaned as he slowly slipped it into her wet heat, her hips already moving to grind against it and she felt him grin against the inside of her thigh.

“What is it baby?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck, Peter…” she panted as she ground back against his hand as he slipped another finger inside her, his tongue still tracing lazy circles around her clit.

“Tell me baby, use your words, I want to hear that pretty voice.” he said before he cheekily sucked her sex between his lips again rendering her speechless. When she didn’t respond he quickly removed his fingers from inside her and she groaned in protest having been growing close to her climax. His finger grabbed tightly onto her hips as he quickly flipped them, rolling her over onto her back, one hand rapidly moving higher up her back as he cradled her to the floor.

He nipped playfully at the top of her thigh and she let out a small squeal. “Ow!.” she said playfully as she lifted her head to look at the shit eating grin that spread across his face as he nestled himself between her legs.

“I told you,” he said as he leaned in and licked another stripe through her folds to soothe the sting, “I want you to use your words.” He said as he sat up, his fingers hooking into her underwear and pulling them down her legs and off of her ankles before he dropped them out of the way somewhere behind him.

In that moment she thought it was criminal that he was still fully clothed, whilst she now lay almost completely naked on the carpet of their new dressing room all ready and pliant for him, but she was still reeling from being edged. 

“Please, Peter, make me cum.” she cooed as her hands reached out for him.

He slowly slid himself back down onto the carpet, his hand interlocked with hers for a brief second before he was dragging them down the rest of her body. They moved around the backs of her thighs as he pulled her sex back closer to his mouth again.

“Anything for my Wife.” he said before his tongue dipped back inside her.

Her fingers fisted back into his hair at his ministration, his tongue drawing expertly across her sex, drawing sigh after sigh from her lips. His favourites were the little hiccuping sounds she made whenever he hit a really sensitive spot, being sure to take extra care whenever he found one.

Her back began to arch as she drew closer and his fingers reached up to enter her once more, his fingers hooking round in a come hither motion inside her. He felt her demeanour suddenly change though, her voice adjusting slightly, an almost impatience now in her tone. He quickly realised in her current position she was now leaning on her shoulder. He hesitated.

“No, don’t stop.” she said as she tried to focus on her impending climax and not the growing pain in her shoulder. “Please Peter.” she begged as her fingers pulled tightly against his hair, her pussy grinding to chase his mouth. He suddenly moved faster, wanting her to get to her high as quickly as possible. 

“Come on baby, give it to me.” he coached, hoping his words would help. She grew quiet in her focus, her moans becoming strained and caught in her mouth. “Come on.” he said as he felt her begin to tense up, her back arching, mouth silently falling open.

Her climax crashed into her like a wave. “There it is, good girl. So fucking good for me.” Peter cooed as she began to relax back down into the carpet, her hips still grinding against his face in an attempt to ride it out. Peter licked up everything she would give him until she couldn’t give no more.

She made a little whine, her fingers pushing his head away as her sensitivity peaked. “MMMmm.” she groaned and he gently kissed the inside of her thighs before he crawled on all fours to hover over her. His looming shadow made her open her eyes to look at him before he leaned over to kiss her.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her lips before he pulled away. “Taste so fucking good for me baby.” he said as he began to kiss down her neck and across her breasts. “Missed you so fucking much.” he sighed as he leaned up to lock his lips with hers again as he wrapped his arms around her and gently lifted her off the floor.

She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her back into the bedroom, laying her down softly on top of the bed covers. They separated from each other as he finally started to undress. She watched as his fingers began undoing the buttons of his shirt but she was impatient and restless, she hadn’t been with anyone else the whole time they were separated, her only comfort her handy vibrator.

She sat herself up onto her knees as she leaned forward and began hastily undoing his belt. He was halfway done with the buttons on his shirt when she started to unbutton his pants, her fingers pulling on the zipper and pulling both his trousers and his briefs down in one messy pull.

His half hard cock sprung free and her fingers reached to wrap around his warm length, giving it a few pumps and encouraging it to full mast.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned as he shrugged off his shirt and she quickly took him into her mouth. His hands fisted into her hair as her tongue circled around the tip of his cock before her cheeks hollowed and she began to swallow the length of him into her mouth. He moaned as she moved her head back a moment and pumped his length with her hand, her saliva smearing along the length of his cock as she moved her hair out of the way before leaning back in, the flat of her tongue outstretched as she ran it along the side of his length as she continued to move her hand back and forth.

“Shit, baby.” He sneered between his teeth. Her mouth felt so good but there was something else he wanted to feel more. He grabbed either side of her face as he slipped himself out of her mouth, guiding her head up toward his so he could smash his lips into hers. She hummed against his lips. “Come here.” He said as he climbed up onto the bed as he laid himself back amongst the pillows.

He helped hold her steady as she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

She leaned over to kiss him as his hand reached to line himself up with her entrance. She gasped into his mouth as he thrust himself up into her. She let her forehead fall to rest against his as he stilled for a moment, allowing her time to adjust. He slowly began to feel her hips grinding down against him and he tilted his head to capture her lips once more as he began to rock inside her.

“Fuck, Peter.” She sighed as he moved himself at an agonising pace, the slow drag of his cock teasing all of the sensitive spots within her.

His hand caressed soothingly across her bare back but grew irritated as they caught the lace bra she still wore. He quickly unclasped it and she leaned back slightly to slip it from her arms and throw it across the room. The slight change in position though opened her up more and Peter began to tease a whole new spot inside her, her pleasure growing with every thrust up and grind down. Before they knew it the slow and steady pace Peter had started, began to accelerate as they found their rhythm, her fingertips bracing herself on his chest, her nails grazing his skin. 

“Damn Princess.” He almost snarled, but she didn’t care, he was hitting just the right spot she liked, her head tilting back, mouth hung open in hiccuping gasps. “Fuck baby, you look so pretty like that.”

“Mmmhmmm.” She moaned in agreement as his fingers grabbed a hold of her hips.

“Right there?” He asked.

“Right there.” She panted. “Fuck!”

“You’re so fucking beautiful Princess, so fucking beautiful.” He praised. “You gonna cum for me Princess? Come on baby, cum for me.” He goaded as she leaned over him, her head burrowing into his neck and his arms wrapped around her tightly. He held her still as he adjusted his footing and began pounding up into her at a rapid speed that made her speechless, the only noise escaping her those small hiccuping sounds as her hand tucked itself around his neck, her fingers pulling at the hair there. He grunted into her ear.

She sighed as she finally began to regulate and catch her breath. “You like that baby?” She asked as her fingers tugged at his hair again, eliciting another grunt to escape him. “Come on Peter.” She began to egg him on as she felt her muscles begin to tighten, her climax building so close to dropping. 

His hand slid down to squeeze one of her ass cheeks tightly as his other hand moved up to cradle the back of her head. She lifted it, her forehead moving to rest against his again as the sensitivity building in her core felt too much. Her mouth hung open as she panted into his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” She moaned as her climax finally washed over her. But instead of giving her a moment to recover this only spurred Peter on to chasing his own high, his hips continuing to buck up and down as he held her close, swallowing every moan and whimper he made fall from her mouth.

She was speechless, boneless, limp in his grasp, just his fuck toy, pliant and willing. 

“Peter.” She moaned as it grew too much. 

“I know.” He tried to soothe.

“Peter.” She said again, tears springing to the corners of her eyes. 

“I know baby, I know, just a little bit more.” He said.

She burrowed her head into the crook of his neck as it all grew too much, her cunt pulsing around him and flooding his cock with a new wave of arousal as she came again.

“Good, girl, so good for me.” He cooed. “My wife, always so good for me.”

He pumped himself inside her three more times before he suddenly slowed. There was a moment's delay before she felt him twitch and throb inside her as he emptied his load into her. She whimpered against his skin at the sensation.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking good. So fucking good.” He kept repeating as he held her there close to his chest.

His hand ran up and down her back soothingly, his fingers brushing aside the hair at the nape of her neck every so often as he allowed them both a moment to calm down and take it in. Their first time being together in three years.

Little by little her breathing settled and he finally shifted her head so he could place a kiss on her forehead. She immediately chased his lips for a real one.

“I love you.” He said automatically.

She hesitated for a moment as she turned her head to look at him better, to see if he truly meant it or it was just the heat of the moment. She stared into his chestnut eyes and began to melt as he looked at her, so docile. Only for her. Only ever for her. She found herself being drawn into that sickly sweet molten honey and she couldn’t help but say it, “I love you too.”

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