#maybe there's also part of her that might just be incredibly bored; she's been around for a long while

[darabeatha]

@imarahuyo​ replied ; anyone she can fight in the parking lot

/  U know, the first thing that popped in my mind was Sen and Morgan throwing fists against each other for the dominion of the sea- I’m not gonna go into details over Morgan’s own convoluted and stacked stories that merge with each other and then get discarded and so on and so forth but basically, some early sources that might have contributed to the development of her character throughout history suggest that one of the inspirations that one of the many authors that have included Morgan in their story might have been influenced by this one character who could control the sea through incantations as well as the fishes in the sea; well Morgan’s own personality differs a lot depending on what parts u take and which u don’t, but she can be very petty- in the sense of;; if someone wants something that falls under her rulling, then out of spite she will want to reclaim such thing. Now does she really want that or is she simply bored? there is also a sense of power that is always enticing, so it could be really a bunch more of reasons; or maybe it just becomes routine to fight sen, kinda like tom and jerry- who knows; I think it could be funny

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so

PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)

part 2

The cold wind still raged on, hitting the walls of Winterfell. Her room was one on the lower floors next to Jon's and Theon's rooms. The sunrays gently fell on her sleeping figure dragging her from her deep slumber. The fireplace was filled with ashes and the chill in her bones was reasonable. It might still be summer on the North, yet the occasional snow always drifted down from the dark grey clouds. A discreet knock pulled her out of her thoughts and Theon's irritated voice filled the room.

"If you are not in the courtyard in two minutes, I am ratting you out"

Like clock work the same words sounded the moment dawn greeted the North. It was a small routine they had formed two namedays ago. She covered herself in Robb's old furs, the ones he secretly gave to her and claimed he lost them. They had kept her warm for over six moon cycles, they had holes in several places and the edges were coming apart but it was her most prized possession. At first it smelled at him and she was always trying to bask in his scent, that was until Theon caught her smelling the neckline while wearing it and she wouldn't hear the end of it until she openly caught him staring longingly at Sansa.

Unfortunately, they were both in the same position, they wanted people they could never have, and only each other knew. They would drink together glasses of wine and they would stumble giggling around the castle. One time he had drunk so much that he composed atrocious poetry about the beauty of his lady Sansa and her copper hair and then about the Northern prince that fell in love with a girl that had mud brown hair adorned with streaks of silver grey and deep violet eyes that appeared dark blue in the right light. She knew that her appearance betrayed her ancestry the Targaryen blood that flowed in her Velaryon veins.

Her family had been brutally murdered, she had heard and read the tales of how her mother gave her life to protect her dark-haired girl and the bloody necklace that hugged her fathers throat. At the tender age of seven moon cycles her whole family had perished and she had been the only survivor. Ned Stark had found her in a bundle of fabrics crying her heart out and once he saw the sword that could have taken her head, he swore to protect her and take her in as his ward. She should have been grateful, she knew as much, he had given her everything, a warm house, plenty food, clothes and a loving family one she wasn't actually a part of and maybe that was the reason she was closer with Theon and Jon, the outsiders. It wasn't like she didn't like the Starks, she loved them to bits and yet she could never be one of them. She would be the squire under their Maesters care with her nose hidden in ancient books and scrolls, lost in maps and various languages and basic training as a healer. But her new passion was sword fighting. As a woman she had only been allowed to practice archery that she was quite good at and always betted with the boys around their performance.

And that was how Theon found himself at incredibly early hours with a wooden sword in his hand, frowning at drawings of fighting styles freezing his "balls" off. She had bested him at the fine art of combat at practically her fifth lesson in a few hits. She had a strategic mind and she was quick on her feet, the most perfect and most deadly combination that existed.

He pitted the man that would take her as his wife, because most men were incredibly controlling but there was no chance, she wouldn't get things her way. He was proof enough.

She had the three of them wrapped around her little finger from all those years back. She had grown up with them from when she was a babe, but at her seventh nameday her and the Maester left, since she was his squire, she had to follow him, he had taken her under his wing, she had practically been his daughter, the one he never had. At that day and several later they had cried so much that even Lady Stark was regretting her decision, she liked the girl enough, she had the tendency to wreak havoc and get lost in her books a bit too much, neglecting her chores and her lessons at needlepoint half the time, but she made her kids happy and she was too smart and witty for her own good that it was impossible not to have a sweet spot for the orphaned girl. She had been overjoyed when she learned about her return nine namedays afterwards. Her son, her calm and collected Robb was shuffling at his feet, nudging rocks around and toying with the hem of his cloak, the bastard and the Greyjoy ward were portraying similar behaviors and she had to control herself not to laugh at their antics.

Ned had pushed his son forth, claiming that it was around time he greeted their guests, he shot him a glare and his parented watched him as he wiped down his palms at his breeches and headed towards the carriage, his hand shook as he lightly grazed the handle and pulled the door open while staring into place, not ready to accept that his best friend might have changed. He was frozen in his place as a girl wearing a dark blue dress and heeled leather boots stood before him. She tilted her head to the right and only then did he notice her hair.

A knot at the back of her head that was a swirl of chocolate brown and silver white strands that framed her face beautifully. Her violet eyes hid a familiar mischief that he had dearly missed. She nodded at him, before facing his father and dropping into an elegant curtesy. It was as if he was on a trance, unable to tear his eyes from her form. It wasn't until he heard her voice, she was speaking in a language he didn't understand, yet he could recognize the bite on her tone. His father wore an amused smile as he answered her back. He would learn at the evening feast what had caused such reactions, the news almost swept him from his feet, his whole existence reduced to one word. Betrothed. Ever since then it was like they were walking on eggshells around her. All three of them longed for their missing link.

It wasn't until a few days latter when they invited her on a hunt that they could glimpse on what they were. They had found a boar and his in bushes only to lose their horses in the process. They had been walking for hours and all it took was an ill-fated joke from Jon.

"No. I do not love you. Of course I lied to you. Yes, it does make you look fat. No, I have never been in the Riverlands. It is pronounced Eyrie. And all of this pales to utter insignificance if we are to let ourselves be food for the hounds."

They had all been tired and snappy, making comments left and right and picking fun at her the way they used to. They had been waiting quite impatiently for her to snap back and the moment she did, loud laughter echoed in the woods. And just like that everything was back to the way it used to be.

Ever since then life seemed dreamy to Robb, he had his friends and his family all getting along and everything seemed perfect. But reality hit him hard each night knowing that the girl he fostered feelings for was promised to another.

[fillinforlater]

Phone Part 10: Return of the Angel +3

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Yeh Shuhua, Jung Eunbi (Eunha), Hwang Eunbi (SinB)

Length: 1550 words

Tags: strap-ons, lesbian sex, spitroasting, double penetration, overstimulation, loveless sex, voyeurism, watching, fingering thigh riding

TW: messy crazy bs

(A/N: this series randomly returns because I just needed to get this idea out of my system for good. This might be the conclusion to it, but probably not... well, maybe you send me some ideas to where this could lead up to.)

"I'll get going."

Bomi kisses your cheek, that sore cheek, sore like every patch of your skin, every bone in your body and every damn muscle, some of them you didn't even know could hurt before today. Hell, you don't even have the strength to give Bomi a proper goodbye, a weak wave is all you can muster up.

She'll not be mad at you. For what might have been either 15 or 150 minutes, you have taken turns on her and Shuhua's pussy—licking, fingering, fucking them until those tight caverns each got a big load in them. In the meantime, Minju has been their plaything. Especially Shuhua has this cruelty towards her "friend", edging her with fingers, reddening her thighs with extremely hard slaps and always promising that she'll get your cock—just to claim you with her pussy again.

You turn around when Bomi closes the door. Shuhua and Minju wrestle on the couch, the latter clearly outmatched when Shuhua puts her in a headlock with her thunder thighs. Minju tries to escape with licks on Shuhua's clit but can't find it—the nightmare of so many guys.

"Cut it out, you two," you groan, fingers on your temple. 

"N-no," Minju whines. "Minju still needs cock, wants cum in her tummy!"

"I can't." Point at your limp dick, absolutely spent. "And I have a headache. At this point, I’ll start to hate sex. Fucking hell, I'll make myself tea."

"Oh, I have an idea," Shuhua smirks and reaches for her phone while you leave for the kitchen. Whatever it is, you don’t want to deal with it. You need something relaxing, something herbal, to heal all the soreness in your body. It’s incredible to think that there is something like too much sex. You’re really close to giving up on it, even though two nymphomaniacs have turned your house into sex hub.

“No, no, stay down. You’ll get cock soon,” you hear Shuhua belittle Minju, who just whines in her usual tone. She seems to not be a bit tired after all this.

“Well, it won’t be mine,” you shout back, watching the hot water fill your cup and turn the leaves into something magical.

“Yeah, I know, you’re basically useless at this point.” Ouch, that stings. “That’s why I called back up.”

“You what?!”

“They should be here any minute now.”

Shuhua is spot on. Before your tea is finished steeping, your door bursts open. But instead of a hung man, two rather petite women enter your house. Both have a bored look on their face and immediately get to undressing. Overcoats seem to be the shit right now, and no matter who comes through your front door, they always drop it on the floor. 

“Uhm, hello?” you carefully greet them before remembering that this is your home, your kingdom! You can’t let strangers just walk in like they own the place. “This is kinda rude, you know?”

“Don’t care,” says the taller one with long, raven hair, dressed only in jeans. “We have business to do. Also, it’s rude to just stand there, naked, while two ladies walk in.” You blush and hide your crotch with the tea cup.

“We aren’t ladies, stop kidding yourself,” the other snarks back, while climbing out of her skirt. “I bet he is a good fuck, you shouldn’t kill your chances already.”

“Eh, I’ll think about it, but first—” Both girls suddenly pull out two strap-ons from God-knows-where and put them on with the casualness one would wear a fricking hat. The taller one hasn’t even removed her jeans, wearing the harness over it, while the other is fully naked and flaunts her butt at you.

“Yeah, I know, we got shit to do.” The short haired girl slaps her butt and you almost drop the cup when she walks past you with a wink. “Shuhua, where is this needy bitch? Or are you the needy bitch?”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Eunbi and Eunbi,” Shuhua greets them and points at Minju, still trapped in between her fat thighs. “Look who I found.”

“She is insatiable. Incredible that he can still stand,” the shorter Eunbi says.

“Hm, maybe he is a good fuck. Anyways, we’ll try our best to keep her down,” the taller Eunbi says. The three conspirators try to agree on a strategy on how to fuck the angelic girl. You’ve become invisible in your own house, your entry to the living room goes largely unnoticed. Except for Minju who pouts at you when the two Eunbis lift her up and put her in a doggy position. The shorter one is below her, the other is ready to press the plastic cock into Minju’s puckered hole.

"Should we do it at the—nevermind, you're already in." The small Eunbi groans in annoyance, the other looks unapologetic and starts to rut slowly against Minju's butt. The long shaft forcing open Minju’s hole, paired with the denim on her sore, pink buttocks, must feel incredible and incredibly painful at the same time. Who knows which of the two makes Minju wail and moan more.

"Come on, Eunha, shove it in her sex," Shuhua urges on the Eunbi below as she excitedly stares at the unholy sight of fake cocks on ready holes. Her eyes mimic the camera lens for a porn shoot, while you're the director, watching the scene play out. Either way, it's good content.

"Minju's pussy, Minju's ass, so full!" Minju is loud, louder than before. Shuhua is having none of it.

"Shut up. SinB, make her stay quiet. And don't let her cum."

Two hands move to cover Minju's mouth, two cocks move in and out at a rapid pace, two sets of eyes watch on in awe. Satisfied with what crazy madness she has come up with, Shuhua sits down next to you and lazily jerks your cock with two fingers. Oh, that victorious smile, glassy, lewd eyes, you'd love to wipe it off her face.

"You like what you see? Now you don't have to do anything anymore."

"What was that about me being useless?" Grab her by the throat and spit in her face. She looks pissed, you love it. "I came in you, even when Minju was willing to do anything to get my load and now you're still cruel to her? Seems mildly unfair."

"And what are you gonna do about it? Fuck her, if you can."

Shuhua is bratty, but just as much as she is bratty, she is also light. You easily place her nude frame on your thigh, her still dripping, creaming heat right on your skin. She hisses and you tighten your grip on her throat.

"I'm going to make you cum—you know I can, it's super easy—but only if you tell those two friends of yours to make Minju cum until she passes out.”

“Fuck, bastard,” Shuhua hisses. With your thumb on her clit, this is easily the quietest and tamest she has been for hours. Her body twitches, an honest reaction to how much she is addicted to the mind-blowing orgasms you can get out of her. Such a small finger, yet she is squirming, contemplating, faltering.

“Those two are so cruel,” you tell Shuhua, nose deep in her greasy hair. “They fuck her so hard, just to pull out at the last moment. Why do you want to torture Minju so bad?”

“Be-because she needs to get to the-the point.”

“What point?”

“The point where sex is no fun. She can go forever. She will never stop, your—fuck—plan to make her p-pass out, useless.”

This explains a lot. The Angel is insatiable, her lust seems infinite, but Shuhua’s plan—won’t it make things worse? At some point, SinB and Eunha will have to stop and Minju will be more desperate than ever. She will wobble through the house, tackle you the second she sees you and will force your cock in her pussy no matter what. A true tragedy.

“Well, I don’t care,” you say and tug at one of Shuhua’s nipples, she bites her fingers. “You’ve been too greedy, time for her to—”

“Fuck, fine.

“SinB, don’t hold back. Eunha, suck her tits, overstimulate this bitch!”

“What?” the two ask in unison and disbelief.

“Do-don’t ask questions, please, just do it!”

The way the two purple plastic cocks move in and out of Minju with the sole goal of too much pleasure has you satisfied and in a new heat, your cock hardening slowly but surely. With an ever increasing rhythm, you move your thigh up and down and Shuhua starts to ride, her loudness increasing again. She is as close as Minju and it only takes SinB pulling those messed up oak strands, you to rub Shuhua’s clit, for them both to explode. 

You focus not on Shuhua shuddering, shaking on you, but at Minju’s expression. Her eyes jump wide, then tears shoot out and flow down, just to be blocked by SinB’s hands on her mouth. She’d be so loud, words messier than her hair would fill the room. After this peak, both collapse. Shuhua meets the floor, Minju falls on top of Eunha, who still thrusts, even spanks the Angel’s ass. 

You’re hard again. Where is this going to end?

[thebrightsilverlining]

P5X and the Importance of Community

There’s something interesting about how P5X is handling confidants. Obviously, I’ll have to wait until it gets officially localized, but there seems to be a running trend in regards to community.

See, X is different from P3,4, and 5 in that the protagonist did not move before the start of the game. There’s no adjusting to some new environment and meeting a bunch of people there. Wonder has lived here all his life. So making friends isn’t about becoming a part of a new place. Instead, it’s a signifier of Wonder’s change in attitude.

Wonder’s whole deal is that he was just kinda coasting through life. As the lyrics of Ambitions and Visions points out: “Act like I don’t care. Why even bother? That’s what I though then. Just another bluffer.” He was a go with the flow guy who couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort whose bitterness and lack of ambition was the reason why things weren’t going the way he wanted in life. A fact that he didn’t really want to admit.

But that changes when he becomes a Phantom Thief and he begins to actually put effort in and start caring. The whole idea of the Phantom Idols is that Wonder’s connection to the Sea of Souls allows him to see the potential in people. To see who they could be. Meaning he’s learning to shed his previous ambivalence and see people for who they really are and who they could become.

This becomes even more impactful, because he’s not in some new place with new people. He’s in his home, with most of the people having already been living there alongside him. So it’s not a matter of the world changing. It’s his perception of it that changes. It’s him realizing that the people he’d written off are actually pretty amazing.

So one of the confidants is his next door neighbor and his mom’s friend. Someone who was always around but he never bothered to really get to know. It’s his mom’s friend and they’re both old, what could possibly be interesting about that? They probably talk about whatever it is middle aged women talk about. Boring.

Except she’s not. Once he starts paying attention he finds out that she used to be a fashion designer. And she was good at it!? Not to mention those photos of her when she was younger. Who knew that Mrs. Tomiyama was COOL?!

And hey, did you know that she also has a nephew? Yeah, he’s only like a year older than you and he wants to be an actor someday. Gonna star on tv in Featherman and make so many people smile. If you’re getting to know Mrs. Tomiyama you should probably get to know him too. Who knows? You might even become friends.

And hey, what about that girl that’s always helping her father with running the local bar? You must’ve passed her by a million times by now and you’ve never spoken a word have you? Did you know that she wants to be a nurse when she grows up? Or that she’s planning to simply stay home instead so she can take care of her father with his back problem?

Or what about Yaoling Li? Did you even know that a college student from China had moved into the neighborhood? Right next to the Fujikawa residence! You know, where Yukimi lives? She’s your age, why did you never even try to become friends? But maybe it’s time to remedy that, especially if you’re both gonna befriend Yaoling, who is still struggling with the signage at the local market.

It’s all about the community. That community that’s always been there, that you just never bothered to pay attention to. The people so unique and varied, with dreams and aspirations and lives so complex you can barely imagine. That you could get to know, so long as you were willing to put in the effort to do so. And maybe, if you did, you might just find your life is better for it.

It’s a concept I find incredibly interesting, and one I really hope is done well in P5X. Because, if so, it might just be my favorite handling of confidants/social links yet.

[essentiallyleaf]

day 01. titfucking. with. yel.

1709 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, college classmates, subby(?) reader, cutie not-really-dom-but-not-really-sub-either yel, i know that doesn’t mean anything but that’s kinda how it is, public, handjob, blowjob, some spit, fondling, self-fondling i guess, masturbation, titjob, titfucking (are they the same thing?), actually it’s probably just softie dom yel, idk how to do this, barely edited, it wasn’t supposed to be this long.

notes.

i accidentally opened a google doc and this is what happened. if you read this, i love you and i’m sorry, and if you don’t, i also love you and you might be dodging a bad-writing bullet, so congrats, reader. or, non-reader, i guess. lovingly, leaf.

You need to get your shit together. The first day of college was always going to be hard, but the combination of you waking up half an hour late, of your ancient, rectangular-spectacled professor blabbering for an hour, no, an hour and sixteen minutes, about derivatives and limits, and your ponytailed deskmate’s disproportionate tits almost popping out of her tight white t-shirt, begging for your attention, well, that made it incredibly harder.

So as soon as the lecture ends, you take your tired, bored and horny ass off the chair and go to the restroom to try to freshen up.

“Do you like them?” A voice pops out of one of the stalls behind you, making you jump on the spot. You see her face in the mirror, it’s the pair- or, the girl who was sitting next to you in class.

“Sorry?” You turn around, startled and confused.

“Do you like my boobs? You've been looking at them for the whole class, do you like them that much?” She asks again calmly, on her face the same bright smile she had when she entered the classroom. Guess her rack wasn’t the first thing you noticed about her. Probably the second though.

“I’m so- I wasn’t look- I’m sorry.” You can’t hold eye contact for more than like, a second and a half straight.

“You didn’t answer” She tilts her head to the side and crosses her arms, pushing her breasts together even more.

“I- Did the professor ask me anything? Sorry, I’m still half asleep from-”

“My question. Do you like my tits, pretty boy~?”

Wasn’t that a rhetorical question? Besides, how did she get in the men’s room? Before you, nonetheless. She even hid in a stall, like a ninja, hiding in the trees before jumping on her prey. Is this part of a conspiracy, an ambush orchestrated towards you? And why is your dick getting hard at her calling you pretty?

“Answer honestly. I won’t get mad” She really looks like she won’t. She has the smile of a person who’d never hurt a fly. Her head swings lightly from left to right and back, making her ponytail dangle with it.

“I- Yes” You look away awkwardly and try to fix your pants so your hard-on doesn’t show.

Then, like she’s not in the middle of a public bathroom of a public university, or maybe like she knows that she is, and finds the whole thing that much more intriguing, she goes:

“Hehe~ Wanna see them?” What the fuck?

“Yes.” You don’t even say that. The word just leaves your mouth of its own accord. And while you’re wondering how it did, she’s already taking her t-shirt off and reaching behind her back for the clasp of her bra.

Click.

She takes two steps towards you while removing the straps from her shoulders, now only holding her cups with her palms, still smiling like this is a game, and she’s winning by a landslide, playing with you at this point. And now you can’t look away.

She slowly lowers her hands and lets her bra fall to the floor, revealing a pair of magnificent, big, round breasts. You’re now fully erect and don’t give a shit about hiding it.

She lets you stare for a couple seconds, then attacks your lips while holding your head. Your tongues meet and wrestle for a while, your hands still awkwardly holding the sink behind you.

“You can touch, you know~” Your hands grip her wide hips tight, then move up her back while you’re still kissing her and reach to the front, finding her soft boobs. You fondle them with both hands, your thumbs playing with her nipples. She moans softly.

One of her hands leaves your cheek and darts down towards your shaft, stroking up and down through your pants and making you growl in her mouth.

Then she detaches from your body in a flash, like she just had an epiphany, and heads towards the stall she came from.

“Come here, I think you’ll like this” She’s not asking this time, so you don’t answer. You simply smile back, follow her in and let her take the lead.

The girl gets on her knees and starts unbuckling your pants, her stare not leaving your eyes. She pulls your pants and boxers together down to your ankles, your cock plopping down right in front of her face. She looks at it with hunger, licking her lips, while she starts stroking it. She knows you don’t need her to, you’re already fully erect, she’s just playing with it for her own pleasure, and you’re ok with that.

“You’ll need some of this, hehe~” she says as she spits on your dick, spreading her saliva around with both hands now. She then does the same on your balls, and just to keep you busy in the meantime, she wraps her lips around your rod, slowly inserting more and more of it into her mouth.

“Fuck!” You know you’re still in a public bathroom, but her mouth is too good to care about that.

She takes more than two thirds of your cock, you almost touch the back of her throat before she retreats, drooling a little.

“Hehe~ You having fun, pretty boy?” You shudder slightly at the pet name. “Don’t cum so soon though, this is not even the best part~”

She spits again, this time on both of her hands, then begins fondling and massaging her own boobs. She’s staring at you when she starts, but she slowly gets more and more immersed into her own massage and closes her eyes halfway through, high-pitched whimpers occasionally leaving her mouth as she flicks her nipples. She licks her lips, like she’s longing, waiting for something, so you instinctively reach towards them with your finger, which she accepts into her mouth. She coats it with saliva and licks all around it, even bobbing her head on it a little, still smearing saliva onto her breasts. Your dick is hanging there untouched and you just stare at her pleasured state in awe. After what felt like almost a minute she breaks out of her trance.

“Oops! Sorry, I got a little too into it, I do that sometimes” she shyly remarks. You give a doting smile.

Then she immediately wraps her tits around your shaft and starts bobbing them up and down in a frantic rhythm, causing you to seek support on the wall behind you from the sudden pleasure.

“Hehe~ I knew you’d like this, you’re so cute”

This girl will be the death of you. You know that when she casually throws compliments at you, you know that when she puts that giddy smile on, but more importantly you know that when she does all of that while squeezing your dick between her boobs and bouncing on it.

As your hand reaches for her now slightly messier ponytail, she lowers and opens her mouth, letting her tongue out. With each thrust your tip now meets her soft, wet tongue, adding more stimulation to your shaft. She even gives it a little lick once in a while, and now you’re silencing your moans. You feel your orgasm building, so you take things into your own hands.

“Fuck, wait a second”

The girl only mouths a cute “Okay~”, simultaneously taken aback and amused at how you take the lead. You grab and place her back against the wall, then reach for her tits. She’s still on her knees, but she’s quite tall, so you only need to bend your knees slightly for your dick to be right in front of her breasts. You then place your shaft between her mounds and press them together before you start thrusting up slowly.

She can now keep her eyes on yours as you gradually pick up the pace. Both of her hands are free, but you only feel one wrap around the back of your thigh, both slowly stroking it and slightly supporting you. She reaches up towards your butt, helping your hips’ motion and now almost guiding your rhythm as you speed up and feel yourself getting closer. As you thrust between her breasts, you start squeezing them like stress balls, and at this point there’s nothing other than you, her boobs, and your impending orgasm. So when she starts fondling your balls from behind, the moment the pace of your thrusts reaches its peak, you know that’s the last bit of stimulation you needed.

“I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”

She doesn’t even speak, just takes your dick and wraps her lips around it, licking all around it while spurts of white hit the back of her throat again, again and again, as you feel her mouth vibrate on you like she’s moaning on your girth. She keeps up the tongue work while bobbing her head up and down slightly, and as you release the last few drops, you’re just spent.

It takes a minute with your back against the wall for you to even be able to say anything.

“Are you okay?” She nods cutely and you notice she seems to be storing something in her cheeks. She opens wide and shows you the pool of your cum still in her mouth, not a drop wasted, then swallows it in one go. You stare at her mouth agape, she just chuckles.

Then you realize. “Shit, you didn’t- Do I need to-”

“Don’t worry, I got my share” she says while taking her still wet and sticky right hand out of her panties, then licks her fingers clean. “Yummy~” You bet. You’d love to have a taste, next time. “Thanks for offering though, you’re so cute~”

This girl will be the death of you.

The two of you put your clothes back on and wash up, trying to look as presentable as possible. When she’s ready, she turns towards you.

“My name is Yel, by the way, nice to meet you!” She extends her arm for a handshake like it’s the most normal thing to do after giving a titjob in a public bathroom. And in the awkwardness of the situation, you find that endearing.

“See you at class tomorrow?”

-

footnotes.

so, i'm trying this kinktober thing. i don’t know how many days i will write, maybe 31, maybe 10 , maybe even just this one, but i’ll try. some of them will be shorter, some longer, some softer, some kinkier, most of them probably very sucky. for now, just thank you for reading. have a kith and a good day <3. hopefully, leaf.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Ugh this blog has been bursting with content lately which I love love love love. I haven’t sent many asks but trust me when I say I follow them religiously. But amidst all this controversy about Maureen and the resurfacing of the fight between her and Ida, I do just want to say that, all that stuff and discourse is so fun and special and it’s amazing that you’ve created all of it, but in addition to that, there’s so much other stuff about ur blog that’s incredible as well. The biggest thing that I think is, I know this sudden surge of asks about Tallulah Smith that started at the start of summer and just has continued on since, might have surprised you and certain readers. And I feel like it might be easy to boil that all down to “oh well she’s not as controversial as some of the other characters so she’s easy to like”, and while that might be true to some extent, if I can offer a bit of context to all that, I have been a part of SO many fandoms over the course of so many years and this is actually pretty common. A lot of the time, with historical shows especially, where a lot of the characters and therefore the OCs that are created are white, people in the fandom who are NOT white will find one creator or one blog who is doing gods work in representing history in a more diverse way. And they will absolutely rally around the OC/ OCs created by that individual because hello?? Where else am I gonna get this sort of representation?? And like I know, I know, people might think oh but this is just fanfic, it’s not that deep, but the thing is, it absolutely is that deep. I mean think about all the people that have Indigenous family members who fought in world war two and didn’t get recognition or respect. Or all the people who might have family members that experienced racism and discrimination in the army. OF COURSE those people would be so intrigued by what you’ve created here and OF COURSE they’d be so excited by Tallulah. And I just don’t want you to think that she’s comparatively flat or boring compared to the other girls. You’ve really created something thats so incredibly special for so many people by writing her character. I mean even just her backstory aside from her identity, I was so thrilled and amazed to see this brave and incredible young girl who’s in a male dominated field and who’s going through it but is still SO gracious and tender hearted. Like even ONE of those qualities of hers is enough to absolutely adore her and of course I love her for her strength and bravery and ambition AS WELL AS her identity. And I know you said a few things about being surprised that everyone was up in arms for her and Sanchez so early on, again, I personally was not the least bit surprised at that just because of the fact that this fandom is sort of limited in what it explores. And I know that it might not have been your intention to have ur blog and this universe be THE haven for a lot of BIPOC members of this fandom, and I hope it’s not an insane amount of pressure to insinuate that it is?? Cause part of why what you do is so special is how it’s folded in so seamlessly, you acknowledge the identities of these women while also not making it the only thing about them. But I just want you to know that what you’ve done in writing Sanchez and Lu and now Tilly as well is SO beyond special and incredible and I hope you are so appreciated and loved for it because you deserve it.

Oh my goodness, this was so very sweet.

I had not registered it as a haven necessarily but I knew I was spoiled with interaction and affirmation and I massively appreciate your perspective on it. It’s not a crushing pressure at all to be that, it’s an honor and maybe a bit of a daunting one but the sheer amount of contributions my beloved anons such as yourself has brought to the plot and the BIPOC characters gives me a lotta surety I might not otherwise have.

I wanted these characters for all the reasons you mentioned and to simulate my own friend group in some ways. Glad to hear it’s gone above and beyond even that intention. Glad? Thrilled

And this last compliment?? Literally soothed my soul as it’s exactly what I wanted to come across and yet I never know if I’m managing it, thank you thank you thank you:

“Cause part of why what you do is so special is how it's folded in so seamlessly, you acknowledge the identities of these women while also not making it the only thing about them.”

[kimbappykidding]

Part One

Tag list: @dulyrana​

Jaehyun was ecstatic about your first time together and every time since. Something just came over him when he was with you and he knew he was never going to get tired of this. However, one thing that was bothering him was he typically either dated or had one-night stands whereas you were somewhere in the middle. You hung out and slept together frequently but never called it dating or defined your relationship. One night it occurred to Jaehyun you might have lots of other guys like this and that thought drove him crazy! In return, he drove his members crazy asking about it. "You know you can just ask her what you are right?" Johnny asked him "she won't think you're clingy or weird". "Yeah but if it's such a straightforward question then why hasn't Y/n asked me it yet?" Jaehyun replied. Johnny shrugged "Y/n's not an over-thinker so maybe she just never thought to. She might think it's obvious what you are and doesn't realise you need reassurance". "I don't need reassurance!" Jaehyun said "I know we're not dating I'm just...not sure what we are". Johnny nodded "clarification then, either way, she'll be fine. She's a very honest person" and Jaehyun nodded "I know" but that was half the problem. He didn't know how he'd react if you told him you weren't together and never would be. He didn't want that kind of honesty. Johnny was right and you had no idea anything was bothering Jaehyun. Jaehyun appeared incredibly chill, atleast to you, but on the inside was a different matter. Jaehyun really liked being with you but also felt like it was only a matter of time before you got bored and moved on to someone else. He wasn't sure how long he could capture your attention although he tried his hardest to keep you excited and happy. Then it seemed like Jaehyun's fears were coming true.

Jaehyun was walking through town one afternoon, just out for a walk when he passed some basketball courts. He scanned the courts quickly as he always did as he passed and saw a young couple messing around on the court. He looked away seeing they were being quite intimate and then he heard a familiar laugh. Jaehyun's jaw dropped because it was you with Seventeen's Joshua. You were playing basketball in a really cute jersey but Joshua was shirtless. He was trying to get the ball off you so was close up behind you and his arms kept reaching around you. You looked really comfortable together and Joshua looked really good, surely you'd be around someone hot like that and get ideas. You were only human and Jaehyun couldn't blame you. He tore his eyes away from you and hurried away...meaning he missed you elbowing Joshua out of the way and going to score. Joshua fell down and stared at you with a shocked smile "that was so cheating". "Yeah well I think it's a foul to wrap both arms around another player" you shrugged helping him up "don't dish it out if you can't take it" you smirked and Joshua shook his head "it is on!". "So think you'll be able to play with Jaehyun yet?" Joshua asked later after you’d settled your war. You'd told Joshua how sporty Jaehyun was and how you wanted to become more sporty to impress him. Joshua played basketball regularly and so you'd been meeting weekly to hone your skills. You weren't exactly a beginner having played a lot growing up and so you were just developing your skill again but Joshua didn't think there was much else he could teach you. "Why do you think I'm ready"? you asked and Joshua nodded. "I don't know how good Jaehyun is but you're a decent player, why don't you invite him to one of our Saturday afternoons?". You nodded "the guys will be okay with that right?". "Of course!" Joshua nodded "DK might be a mess but other than him they'll be fine."   Once Joshua realised you could handle yourself well he invited you to the games he and his Seventeen members played. There was typically always enough of them for a full-on game and you'd fit in excellently. It seemed like a perfect way to introduce Jaehyun to some of your friends and also play a sport he liked. So you texted Jaehyun right there and then, asking if he was free next Saturday. Jaehyun however was a bit busy recounting what he's seen to the others. "I don't think she's dating Joshua" Taeil said "or doing anything with him...". Yuta nodded "I've seen them interact and they just seem friends". "Y/n's friends with a lot of idols that's probably just what it is" Doyoung said. Jaehyun nodded "she is friends with a lot of idols..." and his words did not have the desired impact. "No I meant that in a good way!" Doyoung said but Jaehyun frowned "how? If she's friends with so many people that's just even more people for her to play shirtless basketball with". "Wait Y/n was shirtless?" Mark asked and Johnny hit him on the head "I'm pretty sure it's just Joshua idiot". Jaehyun sighed and looked down at his phone to see he had a text from you. "What is it?" Jungwoo said reading his expression and Jaehyun paused "she's asking if I'm free next weekend". The guys all then began to tease Jaehyun for overreacting and he replied back that he was. He was finally calming down and smiling again when he realised what you wanted to do. "She wants me to play basketball with Seventeen". The guys all paused and there were varying degrees of shrugs to frowns but Taeyong spoke first. "Hey that's good right! Seventeen are great guys and she wouldn't invite you to meet them if she was also sleeping with one of them. I bet they're just her friends and she wants you to meet them". Johnny nodded "that's good! It's always a good step when a partner introduces you to their friends". "Is it?" Jaehyun asked and the others all nodded. "Okay, I'll text her back" he said. It was agreed you would meet Jaehyun, Mark and Johnny around the corner from the basketball court. He'd gotten nervous about the idea of playing with Seventeen and so Johnny managed to score him and Mark an invite too. Jaehyun really appreciated their offer to accompany him and also yours to meet before. He would've hated to walk to the court and already see you messing around with Joshua, his hands all over you...so this was a lot better. You were already there when they got there and you spotted them immediately and waved. "She looks so cute" Johnny said and Jahyun smiled because you did. You had a different basketball jersey on but you'd coordinated it with your hair and looked like you were shooting a sporty music video or something. How hot you looked while playing sport amused Jaehyun. "Hey! Thank you so much for coming" you cried hugging Johnny and awkwardly patting Mark before coming to Jaehyun. "Hi" you smiled at him and he smiled back at you "hello". You wrapped your hands around his arm and led the way to the basketball court. Seventeen were already there and Jaehyun realised your bag was there too so you must've come with them which was a little bit of a kick to his confidence but he tried to ignore it. "So some of the guys had better things to do than play basketball" you said and Joshua shook his head "losers" making you smile. "I know you probably all know each other but just in case one of us has forgotten the other's name" you said side eyeing Mark "this is Mingyu, Jun, Seungkwan, DK, Hoshi, Dino, The8 and Joshua! Guys this is Johnny, Mark and Jaehyun" you said. Jaehyun liked how your hand brushed his chest when you said his name and put his arm on your waist just in case any of the guys didn't get the hint you were kind of together. Everyone waved and said hello and Jaehyun tried to look friendly, he knew DK so nodded to him in particular and ignored Johnny already making friends with Mingyu and Dino. "Okay so there's 12 of us so 2 teams of 6?" Joshua asked. "Sure, how are we splitting the teams?". "How about foreigners vs Koreans?" Hoshi suggested "Johnny, Mark, Joshua, Y/n, Jun and The8 against us?". Everyone shrugged figuring that was one way to divide the members and Jaehyun didn't feel he could protest so he went along with it. Ideally, he wanted to be on your team or failing that, with his members but he didn't want to cause a fuss and so just got into position. When he saw he was marking Joshua he grimaced but vowed he wouldn't get competitive. He lost 3 seconds in when Joshua barged him and scored. Jaehyun decided he wasn't going to let Joshua get the ball if he could help it and threw his whole body into blocking him. He knocked the ball out rather than let Joshua get it and was glued to him. Then Joshua claimed Jaehyun had grabbed his shirt but Jaehyun pretended like he hadn't. Both sides paused unsure what to do and then Joshua shrugged "don't worry about it I'm sure it was a misunderstanding" and that made Jaehyun even angrier because Joshua was acting like the bigger person! Luckily after you'd been playing for a while Mingyu suggested you all switch positions. Everyone agreed and Jaehyun was going to move to mark Johnny or someone when he saw you say something to Joshua and come over to him. You stopped in front of him and smiled "guess whose marking you?". "Mark?" he asked pretending like this wasn't exactly what he wanted and you smiled "no but I can swap if you...". "No!" Jaehyun said and then he paused "this will be fun". You smiled "don't think I'll take it easy on you just because I like you". Jaehyun's heart was fluttering and he was about to ask what you liked about him when Seungkwan blew the whistle he'd brought and you knocked the ball from his hands and raced down the court. Jaehyun couldn't even pretend to be mad. He chased after you like he'd wanted all along. Things were a lot better now Jaehyun had you to mark. It wasn't as competitive and more fun. You'd poke his chest and tickle him or grab his arm which were all fouls but he didn't care. At one point he couldn't get around you so just picked you up with one arm. You weren't pleased and covered his eyes with your free hands until he let you go. Mark and Johnny smiled to see how playful Jaehyun was around you and how into each other you clearly were, however, you proved to be dangerous. Your antics encouraged others and when Jun got DK in a headlock Joshua called it a day. Your team had won and you ran to celebrate with your team before coming back to Jaehyun. "You're good" Jaehyun smiled "I never knew you were good at basketball". "Joshua's been teaching me" you admitted "I'd played in school but that was a while ago, I wanted to be good by the time we played and so he's been coaching me". Jaehyun smiled "really? I wouldn't care how good you were". "I know but I wanted to impress you, did it work?". Jaehyun smiled "you have no idea" and you laughed wrapping your arms around his neck. Jaehyun happily stooped to meet you and happily kissed you in front of everyone because honestly, he forgot they were ever here. When it was safe (aka Jaehyun remembered where he was and abruptly stopped kissing you) you all went for drinks and food. Jaehyun ended up in between you and Joshua. Jaehyun found the boy a lot more pleasant now he'd realised he wasn't trying to steal you away from him. Joshua was nice and seemed very in support of this pairing.  After you all ate you stayed for drinks and Jaehyun relaxed anymore. He ended up with an arm with you, listening to Seungkwan tell a fun story and was really pleased with how today had gone. On the other side of the table, Johnny saw Jaehyun loosen up and begin to talk more to Seventeen. With you by his side, he was a lot more confident and Johnny was pleased. When they were back home with all their members after dropping you off Johnny asked Jaehyun "So how are you feeling after basketball?". "Pretty good" he admitted, "it was a very good game". "Of course you'd say that you just flirted with Y/n the whole time and made out with her afterwards!" Mark said. Jaehyun blushed but didn't deny it. He shrugged and the other guys all laughed and applauded. "So Jaehyun will be playing with Y/n and Seventeen whenever they will have him" Taeyong commented and Jaehyun nodded "yep!". "And you could clearly see her and Joshua weren't a thing right?" Johnny asked. Jaehyun nodded "yeah it turns out he was training her because she wanted to be good for our match. So she could impress us". "Impress you more like!" Taeil said and Jaehyun blushed again. "I knew you had nothing to worry about" Johnny smiled and Jaehyun nodded because he actually did see that now. He felt happy and secure with you and considering he was pretty into you that was a very good thing. So Jaehyun proceeded with no restraint with you. The two of you still hadn't labelled anything but Jaehyun was pretty sure he was the only guy you were interested in and that made him feel secure...so he decided to show you how he felt.

You came over one night after work and when the doorbell went Jaehyun rushed to the door. He hadn't seen you in person since the basketball match a few days ago and he missed you. He barrelled out of the kitchen nearly taking out Doyoung in the process but successfully made it to the door. He opened it and smiled at you "hey". "Hey you" you smiled and reached up to kiss him. Jaehyun wanted to make up for lost time but was aware it was chilly outside so quickly kissed you and then ushered you inside. Jaehyun then took your bags from you and your coat. "It's only been 3 days but it feels like longer" you commented and Jaehyun couldn't agree more. "I know!" he sighed "thank you for inviting me to basketball, I had a great time and it was really nice to be a couple with other people". "You don't have to thank me" you said resting your hands on his shoulders and Jaehyun shrugged "I know but I want to...I will happily mark you again any day". "Oh so that's why you liked it so much!" you said and Jaehyun paused smiling shyly "is that bad?". "No it's great and I think you're really going to enjoy something I brought to wear later when we go to bed...". That broke Jaehyun's restraint and his hands went to your waist yanking you against him "want to skip dinner and show me now?". You laughed and shook your head "you'll survive waiting a few hours...but to tide you over" and you kissed him again. Jaehyun was finally exactly where he wanted to be but he only got 3 seconds of peace with you.   "Oh for crying out..." you heard someone say and broke apart to see Johnny staring at you "so do you two not need any food considering you're eating each other?" he asked. You separated and punched Johnny in the shoulder "just try touching my portion and see what happens". Jaehyun smiled watching you and you noticed smiling too. "Now how can I help?" you said stepping into the kitchen and rolling up your sleeves. Taeil got you chopping up some more vegetables and you chatted with the boys as you did it. Jaehyun was washing all the rice and when it was done Taeil took it off him. Some of the guys then moved onto the grill outside leaving the kitchen largely empty...except for you and Jaehyun. You looked around for him and spotted him leaning on a counter watching you. "Something caught your eye?" you asked and Jaehyun nodded "yep" and came to stand behind you. "Need any help with those vegetables?" he asked and you shrugged "I'm pretty sure the vegetables aren't on your mind right now". Jaehyun smiled placing his hands on your hips and leaning over your shoulder "no they are I promise" and then he placed a kiss on your neck. You laughed "you are such a liar and a distracting one at that" but you were smirking. Jaehyun smiled "I have no idea what you're talking about" and kissed your neck a few more times getting as close to you as possible. "Two can play that game" you replied and gently rocked your hips against Jaehyun's. Then as he went to kiss your neck again you turned and kissed him instead. Jaehyun let out a large sigh/moan when you separated and that alerted the guys outside something was happening. They all looked up to see the position you two were in and sighed. "Really?" Yuta asked "you two can't be left alone for 2 seconds?". "Y/n come here!" Johnny commanded "Jaehyun you stay there and finish the vegetables...you're like teenagers". "Right in front of the poor vegetables too" Haechan nodded and you and Jaehyun laughed but did as you were told and separated. "I see you helped Jaehyun get over his public intimacy issues" Jungwoo said and Yuta nodded "lucky us!" making you laugh. Jaehyun looked on from the kitchen where Doyoung and Taeil had him trapped and you shot him a smile. In response, he smiled back and Taeil sighed and yanked his face back to the pan he was meant to be watching. At dinner, the guys purposefully seated you at opposite ends of the table but that was fine. You did need to cool off and you figured if you had Jaehyun next to you, you might get indigestion. So you chatted with Yuta, Doyoung and Mark and soon had them laughing about a misunderstanding at work. You realised everyone was listening and noticed Jaehyun watching you with a proud smile. You never got nervous but the way Jaehyun was watching you made you pause and you faltered before carrying on with your story. Johnny noticed and smiled. Half of you stayed to wash the dishes and Johnny made his way to you "noticed you got a little flustered there at the table" he said and you blushed "I don't know what you're talking about". "The two of you are really sweet" Johnny said and you smiled "yeah I know" making him laugh. "You're petty happy together aren't you? Just based on how we can't leave you alone together". You smiled "we are happy but not just in that way but very much in that way...you have a very talented member". Johnny shook his head "I didn't need to know that about him" and you shrugged "well don't tease me then" and threw the tea towel at his head. In the living room, you saw Jaehyun sat on the sofa and placed yourself next to him. He immediately wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him. "Hi" he said smiling at you and you smiled back "enjoy your dinner". "Yep" and rested your head against him. Yuta swore when he saw the two of you together but you both behaved and spent some time with the boys. It felt really nice and domestic. Then Jaehyun put a hand on your leg and that excitement came back. So when a few of the guys headed off you grabbed Jaehyun's hand and he practically jumped up. You got behind Haechan on the stairs who purposefully took forever guessing what the two of you were rushing away for. When he stopped to do some stretches Jaehyun just full-on pushed past him and Haechan paused "oh sorry did you guys have something you had to get to". In response Jaehyun shot him a look and then closed his door "so where were we?". Jaehyun really liked the basketball-themed lingerie you'd brought but it didn't get much wear. It ended up on the floor pretty quickly but neither of you minded. You were now very sleepy wrapped up together and you yawned happily "I like sleeping here". Jaehyun smiled "you do?" very happy with this piece of information. You nodded "It's very comfy" you said and Jaehyun smiled "yeah I bought a good mattress a few months ago". You laughed and Jaehyun wondered why that was funny until you turned to him. "I don't mean the mattress I mean you!". "Me?" Jaehyun asked and you smiled "yes you! All the guys make me feel comfortable and I love coming over but recently you've been the main appeal" you admitted "I love spending time with you and you have the tidiest room of any guy I know! You always smell nice and well you help me to sleep" you sighed and Jaehyun paused "I do? How?". "I don't know!" you said laughing "I usually struggle sleeping but your chest must be magic or something because anytime I'm against it I sleep well". Jaehyun didn't think he'd ever got a nicer compliment and he smiled widely. Extremely proud of his magic chest. "Well then I guess you'll have to use my chest more" he said and you looked at him "what stay over more?". Jaehyun nodded "yeah if you wanted and I could come to yours...if you want?". You smiled "okay but ask the guys and make sure it's okay with them". "I will but they won't mind" Jaehyun told you "they're pretty big fans of you too" and he kissed you softly. "Well I like them too...but you're my favourite" you replied and Jaehyun smiled. He loved hearing that and knew he'd never tire of it. Luckily it seemed like he'd get to keep hearing it for a long time. _______________ So I purposefully ended this with the couple not in an established monogamous relationship because that's not the only way a relationship looks, my friends! Polyamorous or open relationships are just as loving and fulfilling.     

I hope you enjoyed this min-series! There will hopefully more Jaehyun stuff to come. 

[sorcharavenlock]

31. Big Ass Avenger.

The Winchesters settle in nicely with Kitty, who keeps me regularly updated. There is plenty to do for them, they certainly don't get the chance to be bored!

I continue with my writing, and Loki keeps himself busy with his hobbies: playing guitar, checking his social media, reading and taking Fenrir for walks.

Then I get a DM from Nea. Her friend 'Webhead' has contacted her, and wants to meet up! He warns her he's bringing a friend who can help.

"He's running late," I say to Nea.

"Who do you think the friend is?" Kitty asks.

"let me send him another DM, see what's taking so long," Nea whips out her phone.

"Maybe it's Thor himself, wouldn't that be exciting?" Kitty smiled.

"Oh yes, I'm practically beside myself, how will I ever contain my joy?" Loki replies sarcastically.

"Be nice," I murmur at him.

"My apologies. Either it is no one important and we're back to square one, or it is truly one of the Avengers, neither of whom I'm eager to get reacquainted with," Loki explains to Kitty.

None of us notices the young man who walks into the coffee shop.

He stands still and looks around, obviously looking for someone.

"Hey Nea, could that be your friend?" I ask.

"Peter?" Nea waves him over and he sits down with us.

"Hi! Yeah, so I'm 'Webhead', but my real name is Peter. Peter Parker. And you must be Nea, Kitty, Marianna... and... and Loki's ghost. Sure. Because life isn't already weird enough." Peter introduces himself.

"It's a temporary situation!" Loki is quick to point out.

"We are trying to help Loki get in touch with his brother, Thor," I explain. "We had hoped you might be able to help with that since you've been able to get up close with the Avengers a few times."

"Up close? Yeah, you could say that," Peter mutters.

"I don't know Thor very well. I met him once or twice, but I'm not exactly on his BFF list. I'm friends with someone who is though.

He'll be here soon, he's just parking the jeep. He wanted to see for himself whether this was for real or a prank. But seeing Loki is actually here, if not a bit see-through, I'm sure he'll help you."

Before the waitress can take our order, the door opens again.

"Oh, I should have probably warned you!" Peter realises. "I can assure you, he's nicer then he looks!"

Half of our group jumps out of their seat.

"WTF! Is that the Incredible Hulk!" Nea blurts out in surprise.

"It's alright, I know Bruce. He won't harm you." Loki reassured Kitty.

We all sit down again.

"WTF? WTF WTF WTF?" Nea thinks as Bruce sits down next to her.

"Do'nt worry, I've got the Big guy under control," Bruce reassures us. "I won't start smashing up the place."

"Loki," Bruce greets Loki wearily. "How are you these days?"

"I have been better," Loki admits.

"I can see that," Bruce agrees.

"So you are trying to contact Thor. I suppose I do'nt have to ask why. Thor left with Peter Quill and some of the others after the whole Thanos thing.

I have a way to contact them, but only in emergencies. I wanted to see what was going on with my own eyes first, it was hard to believe three random ladies would know anything about Loki. Especially since I last heard you were dead."

"this time, I am," Loki admits. "For now anyway.

I have spoken to our mother's spirit and she believes I can be restored to life. She also believes it is important I contact Thor.

Can you help us with that?"

"Yeah okay, this seems emergency enough. But it might take a while, he's not exactly nearby right now."

"How do you know the Hulk?" Nea asks Peter. "And how do you get all these amazing pictures?"

"Let's say I am in a unique position to take them," Peter winks. "it's as easy as taking selfies."

"Wait.... what???????" Nea nearly chokes on her coffee. Slowly the penny drops. "Hey, that's cheating, I'm sure of it!"

"You think you might be able to return to life? How?" Bruce asks curiously.

"I'm not sure yet," loki admits. "We're still trying to work that part out. Right now, I'm open to any suggestions."

Bruce hesitates for a moment.

"I own a beach house in Sulani, it's nice and quiet there. Local legend speaks of healing waters that are rumoured to cure anything, possibly even death."

"It's a good a lead as any," Loki shrugs.

"I'm not promising anything, I haven't been able to find it. But come to Sulani, and we'll look for it together!"

"Yay!" Peter and Kitty cheer at the same time. "beach holiday!"

[kahlanmars]

PAPER RINGS part.4

So here we are, with another chapter, and now I wanted you to cry. Did you cry? I HOPE SO. Plus, our favorite Four boy is here!

MASTERLIST

4. I was screaming “Go, go go!”

FIVE MONTHS BEFORE CAPITOL 

«Do you think Katniss will come to dinner?» You ask, chopping the last vegetables on the plate. You are not a great cook, Haymitch is definitely better when he is in the right mood, but today he spent the morning chopping wood - a great sight you might add, sweats on his shirtless chest - and you don’t want him to do everything.

«No, I don’t think so, from what I’ve gathered she wants to spend dinner on the phone with her sister.» Katniss can’t legally go to her sister in District One. Or Two, you don’t remember, you only remember that Mrs. Everdeen has been kind of a bitch about it. You understand it’s not easy for her to see her house being destroyed, the very same house she used to live with her husband, and Prim on a wheelchair has been the last straw, but at the same time she has two daughters, not one. Katniss is almost an adult, but by the way she always bargains in your home with an excuse she feels lonely without a parent. Hell, sometimes you miss Holly at home. Lora often tells you how Chaff has been fundamental for her in the months after the Games, he became a parental figure for her, helping her crisis. And she is young, but an adult.

Katniss is a teenager who killed a dictator, she needs a mom.

«Oh. So sad.» You beam at the kiss on the head Haymitch gives you. «So does that mean we don’t have to do anything today?»

«Not more than usual, no.» And you’ve done the usual. You cleaned, you removed the dust, you fed the disgusting birds. You are still recovering and he doesn’t even want you to do this, but you don’t want to feel useless.

«Can we snuggle up and watch a movie?» You propose, as you feel two strong arms around your hips. He doesn’t like Capitol movies, but you love them. And there is no such thing as a Twelve movie, so he better get used to them. You adore romantic films and he snorts all the time, but they put you in a romantic mood so he bears them if it means hot sex after the movie session.

«I have a better idea, tell me how you do what you do.» He proposes. You watch him, a little confused.

«What do I do?»

He looks at you like you don’t understand basic math. «Your dresses.»

«Really? You want to know that? You’ll be bored.» You don’t think he even knows what you do for a living. He knew better when you were a teacher, because he likes to read - he loves to read - but now you suppose he is in the dark. Sometimes he says you “Want to wear dresses”, and that would make you a model, not a stylist. And he must have some sense of the difference, in all these years of Games, but at that time Effie used to do all the work for him. He just had to show up and suffer.

«Let me choose if I get bored.» He kisses your knuckles. 

You smile brightly, giving up your objections almost immediately. You feel proud that he wants to know you better. «Ok, I’ll show you.»

Five minutes after you are showing him your stuff. Some sketches, most of them are the ones you plan to show Portia, one or two for him. He is a great subject, and you like sketching clothes for him, something with a strong Twelve taste but also fashionable. You sewed him some outfits, and now he doesn’t always wear only a pair of jeans and a shirt, he wears three pairs of jeans and three shirts. Baby steps.

«And how do you begin?» He wants to know, and maybe for the first time he sees you working.

He is usually in the same room as you, but he is always doing something else. Feeding the geese or cooking or cleaning something. Or it’s the middle of the night and he is trying to sleep like the rest of the world, while your mind tells you “That idea is incredible and you have to draw it now or you will lose it!”.

«Well you sketch it, like this, then you make a model and then…» You continue to explain it, and he shows interest. You teach him about the dresses and the blouses, the shoes and the sandals, how to design a zip and what are the difficulties about it.

As you keep on, you find out he is watching you, not the sketches. «What?»

«You are fucking beautiful when you are passionate.» He whispers. He cups your cheek with his big hands. He is so gentle when he wants to, and he rarely wants to (you have bruises in mysterious places to prove that) but his touch can be the touch of a gentleman.

You try not to blush. «Why, thank you.»

«Thank you.» He leans out for another peck. 

«For what?»

This time the kiss is deeper, slower. He wants to prove to you that he is here, he is not going away. The scent of pines and woods is intoxicating, it’s the kind of scent you steal sweaters for.

«For being mine.»

PRESENT DAY

It happens in a moment. Haymitch takes a step back and then sees you and freezes. Marjorie looks at you with a guilty expression on her face. Everyone is paralyzed, until Ivy waves her little hand at you. She is adorable in a new pink dress, different from the one before. This baby has more dresses than you.

«Hi, Auntie Daisy!»

You can’t cry in front of a child, so you pat her head and you take your bag. 

Don't cry in front of Ivy, she'll think she did something wrong. Don't cry, don't cry.

«Goodbye.» You murmur, and you start running but Haymitch is right behind you. You don't even want to know what he has to say, you don't even care. He cheated on you. Kissing another person is cheating. Dear heavens, he is so jealous he would have killed someone if he was you.

«Daisy please-» He begins but this time you turn around quickly and you have such a murderous expression on your face that he takes a step back. He is a Victor and he adores it to remind you and to everyone else, and maybe you didn’t win anything, but you still survived the Hunger Games. You are a killer just like him, you have blood on your hands and nightmares too. He knows he can’t push it. He knows you are dangerous too and you are in therapy because of that, but therapy is not a miraculous system that cures you in two days.

«You don’t get to say please.» You are raging, and you are actually quite proud of yourself because your first instinct is to chop his head off. The second is to cry out loud, but now it would be showing weakness, and you won’t. The third instinct is, and you are very ashamed of yourself for that, to jump in his arms and forgive him immediately because the mere thought of not having him around is suffocating.

«Let me explain.»

«Did you fall and land on her lips?» You growl, a sound you rarely make.

«She kissed me.» He argues. 

«I know. I know she fucking kissed you!» You turn around again, but this time he is faster than you and circles around to face you. «But you let her!»

«No I didn’t, I was surprised, she barged into the house…» That’s another thing to explore. What was Marjorie doing in your house? Oh, wait, it’s his house, just his, not yours. What was Marjorie doing in his house? She magically sensed you two were having a fight or what?

«You were surprised? Surprised? Haymitch, she’s been after you for a whole year, how could you be surprised?» You yell, but now you don’t care. You are giving a pretty show for the village to see. «Do you even want me?»

«What? Of course I want you, Daisy, we have to get married.» We have to. Like it’s something he doesn’t want to do anymore, like it’s an imposition. You defloured the girl, you ruined her and now you have to marry her. Or maybe, maybe you were thrilling at first, the pretty young girl who has a thing for him, and now you are just a boring woman he has to deal with on a daily basis.

«Then why do you spend time with her?»

«She, she needed help. I owed her.» The same fucking excuse all the time. She did it because of me. She lost everything because of me. Well, the entire district lost everything because of you victors and you don’t see him befriend everyone around.

«You are full of shit. So righteous. The great Haymitch Abernathy, the victor!» You shout, like you are introducing him in a show.

«Daisy-» He tries to grab your arm, but you shake it off of you. He can’t take another step in your direction, you can’t be trusted around him. You like him too much, you love him too much, and if you thought you were smart and intelligent, around him you feel like you are too young. 

«Where was she when you were drinking? Did she clean you, did she stay with you? No, I did it. I was there. Don’t I deserve it too?» 

He should have known better. He should have known that he could have hurt you so much you now feel like you are dying. 

«Baby…»

«No Daisy, no baby and don’t you dare call me Sweetheart. I love you. But this is not working.»

His face goes pale in a second. «What?»

«We are not working. I can’t be the only one who cares about the wedding, and when I return home you say it’s your house and you kiss your ex fiancé!»

«We were sixteen.»

«You should tell her that, not me.» She is the one who kissed you. She is the one who is willingly ruining everything. You are the one who is letting her do it. 

«Daisy please, let’s talk about it. Please. Please, don’t give up on us.»

«You are giving up on us! Not me, you! I never even once looked at someone in the Capitol. You kissed her. For a moment, tell me the truth.»

«Yes... For a moment. I didn’t even know what I was doing!»

«I can’t.» You try hard not to cry. «I can’t, let me go.»

«No.»

«Let me go!» You slap him to free yourself. He watches you in disbelief, but you are walking to the train station.

You slapped him.

You hit him.

You don’t do this. You, as a couple, don’t hit each other. Even when things are not pretty, even when the urges are there because there are urges to hit when you are in the Hunger Games, you don’t cross the line.

You cry all your way to the Capitol. You have your sketches and not much more, just what was in your bag at the moment. Your luggage is still in Twelve, but the thought of going back is heavy. You always have your id and your documents in your purse, so you don’t need anything else. 

You keep thinking it was a mistake. He didn’t want to kiss Marjorie. You should come back. But your guts hurt and you don’t want to see him, not now.

Your Haymitch. This wasn’t a crush anymore, you loved him, you love him. And he loves you. He loves you, right? But if you love someone you don’t kiss someone else, this is not how it works, at least not for you. You see Perla, Effie or Lora are stunning but you don’t desire them, you only want him.

A voice tells you you couldn’t survive this. Your love flourished in war, you are at your best when your life is in danger, when everything is messy and chaotic and you don't know if there is going to be a tomorrow.

Some days are not good, some days you can't get out of bed. These days, Haymitch stays with you. He kisses your hair and keeps you in his arms, he doesn't care about tears on his shirt or smudge makeup from the day before.

«Don't worry, I'll protect you. I'm here now. Don't worry.» He sings like a chant in your ear, keeping you close.

«Forever?» You murmur.

«Forever and a day more, Sweetheart.»

Some days are bad for him too, days in which the urge for a drink is almost too strong for him to resist, the shaking is heavier and the headache is insufferable. He stays in the chair, worried he could hurt you, but you end up in his lap, stroking his hair and whispering sweet words. You are so strong, you are my man, you are courageous, be strong for me.

In this you excel. You are a great couple. But when things are quiet and calm and it’s all right to stop and breathe, you are not capable of doing it. 

You have no clue why he asked you to marry him if he doesn’t want to. You didn’t expect it, it’s not something you joked about, and you have been on cloud nine because of it but you are so young it wasn’t your first thought. But now it is, now you want to get married with him, you want to be Daisy Abernathy, to sign with his name and you are proud to be his.

He is not proud to be yours. He doesn’t care one bit.

You still have three days, so you stop in the only place you can disappear to. 

District Four.

When you knock at his door and he opens, Finnick Odair can’t believe you are there. His blonde hair is longer and he seems a bit tired, but he is handsome as always. You thought he was at work, but you now remember he doesn’t need to, he has the Victor’s money. Not everyone is like Peeta, who likes the bakery.

«Daisy?»

You try to resist, but you start crying hard and you push yourself in his arms. He is confused, you appeared in his district unannounced with no warning and you didn’t go to Perla but to him, but he is one of your best friends and you didn’t feel like giving any explanation to Perla. 

Perla doesn’t like Haymitch. She will probably be very happy.

«Daisy, hei, what happened? You are worrying me.» He hugs you back. You must be a sight, with crazy hair, puffy eyes and a red face, without makeup on. 

«I don’t think I’m with Haymitch anymore.»

THREE MONTHS BEFORE

«Do you like District Twelve?» Haymitch asks you. He is feeding the geese, and you are trying to mend a pair of his jeans, on the patio. The scene is so awfully domestic and you smile so widely it hurts.

You like living with Haymitch, lingering until ten in the morning in the bed, kissing every chance you can. It’s not forever, you will have a job but it’s the perfect recovery.

«Yeah, my love, I like the District where I was born and raised.» You laugh, «Why?»

«I mean, you didn’t choose it after the war. You didn’t even choose the house.» He shrugs. You can feel his brain working, he is one of those days. His hands are shaking more than usual and his mind goes in dark places. Places where he loses you, you go away because you are too young or too bright for him, at least it’s what he says.

«It’s a bit difficult when you are in a coma.» You deadpan as you see him walking towards you. 

«Very funny.» He strokes your cheek. «You are happy, right?» 

«I would have chosen it. I promise.» You get up to kiss him and you hum in joy when he puts his hands on the pockets of your trousers. «I would have chosen this house and this bedroom and this man over everything.»

«Isn’t it a bit boring for you?» Boring. You are not bored, you are never bored. You are enjoying your life, your peace. You thought you’d never have peace in your life ever again, so this is like paradise. 

«Boring? Are you bored?» Maybe this doubt is his. Maybe he is the one who wants his life back. The old grumpy man who lives alone with his animals. It must not be easy for him to share his space with you all the time, even if he is the one who decided it. He switched from doing everything alone, with no timetables or schedules whatsoever, with a freedom you could only have when you live alone, to stay with you twenty four hours per day, a routine he has to be a part of, not always leading it. And with you of all people, a person who he loves, but you are not the easiest girl alive. You scream at night because of the nightmares, you are clingy, you have difficulties at being alone.

«No, but I’m forty. It’s not exactly fun around here.»

«You are fun!» You protest. «I’m always very entertained, thank you very much. I get what you mean, it’s not Capitol’s “All parties and stuff”, but I’ll have my fair share of them when I get to Portia. And we could arrange a holiday in Four to see Finnick and the kid. That way of life is a holiday, tho, a trip. This is real life. And I love it.» The smile you only give to him it’s so blinding he has to believe you. 

«Yeah? You mending and me feeding the geese?» He goes for a peck that you decide to deepen, because he looks too good with his blonde hair in the sun and his eyes are so blue and his arms are majestic.

«Yes! And you cooking, and you baking, and you cleaning and you prepa- ah!» You squeal in surprise when he lifts you up in a laugh. «Ruffian! Put me down!»

«So it’s me cleaning and me cooking and me doing everything, and you?» He laughs, and he packs your ass.

«I look pretty.» You declare. 

«I’ll tell you pretty.»

«Put me down!»

«Nope.» He goes straight to the house, with you on his shoulder. «You look too fucking beautiful for me to release you.»

PRESENT DAY

«Here, a cup of tea.» Annie hands you a beautiful light blue mug and you take it with a brief smile. Annie is sweet, and you can’t see a glimpse of an annoyed reaction for your ambush, but you feel a little guilty. She is only twenty two and a kid under one year, she must be exhausted. 

«Are you sure I can stay here for a few days?» You ask her. You don’t feel like facing the truth, and you know you will need to give explanations. Effie has her problems, Lora too… Perla will comment on it and you can’t deal with it right now. You just want to lick your wounds in peace. And you are exhausted yourself.

«You are always welcomed here, darling.» She answers you with a sweet smile on her face. «Finnick is alive thanks to you.»

You actually don’t remember it this way. The way you know it, Finnick saved your life and now you are barely even.

«Go rest, my love.» Finnick kisses her cheek, with Finn asleep in his arms. «I’ll stay with Daisy.» 

The sight of the Odair family, two people so young and in love, with their perfect life, it’s almost unbearable. You are envious, and you still want them to be the pretty family they are but you want it too, and since you are a spoiled little brat the first instinct is to stamp your food and demand for it.

As she goes, he looks at you. «You are not bothering anyone here. Stay as long as you want to.»

You want to cry. You love him so much, and you love his wife too. You just want to go to bed and cry for a week. You feel like your heart is not beating anymore. You just want to stop everything.

«Are you sure it’s not too much for Annie? I can help with the baby.»

«I don’t work, Daz. I can handle it. Now, do I have to kill him? Because I’m quite good at it. And I look good doing it.»

You really want to laugh but when you try your eyes fill with tears, so you just shake your head. «No.» 

You quickly explain everything, and you must be really ridiculous in your yellow top and blue skirt, a happy outfit for what you’ve thought was a happy evening.

«Do you want to know what I think?»

«If it agrees with what I think, gladly.» You deadpan.

«I think you need to go back to Capitol City.» That’s new. You thought he was either going to say that you needed to talk to him or to forget him. 

«Ok, I thought I needed to-»

He stops you. «I don’t care now, and I think you need a few days. You have to sleep, Daisy. I’m sorry but you look like…»

«Shit?» You guess. 

He shrugs. «I wouldn’t put it in these words… but your eyes are red and you look terribly tired. Tell me what you usually do.»

«In a day?» 

«Yeah.»

«I fail to understand what it has to do with-»

«Just tell me.» He sits on the couch with you and he takes your hand. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until now. You don’t have a brother, but you feel a little like he is. He is the one that saves you, and sometimes you hope you save him a bit too.

«I work. Basically I work.»

«And nothing else?» The mere thought of doing anything else is not fun. You don’t want to think about anything else, just Haymitch, but if you think about Haymitch you want to cry and scream and punch him.

You shake your head. «I don’t have much time. I want to go back to… I wanted to go back to get married.»

«But you are losing all the Capitol experience! Hell, I hate that city, but it’s a giant amusement park. And you are not taking advantage of it. So, my friend…»

«Yeah?»

«I’ll rescue you. Again.»

[scarsnfevers]

To the Stars — Hyunjin pt. 2

pairing; hwang hyunjin x female reader, (mentions of other members)

genre; titanic!au, romance, fluff, angst, tragedy

summary; the most famous and youngest violinist of her time and a young artist of the lower class on board of the Ship of Dreams? Pathetic, yes, and yet opposites seem to attract.

parts; Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 soon

warnings; mature content, mature language, cursing, tw!death, drinking alcohol (only a little bit), a little bit of smut, smoking (might add more warnings later)

word count; 1,6k

taglist; @hyunskizz, @daiyoon

authors note; Part 2 is a bit shorter as the previous chapter. I hope you like it anyways <3 If there are any typos please let me know

!minors do not interact!

In the evening, I found myself with my mother and my friends in the pompous dining room, which was incredibly large. I had seen some halls along these lines, but this one far surpassed them all. My mother leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to greet some of the gentlemen, would you like to come with me?" I wish I could have grimaced my face. Even now my mother was looking for a suitable husband for me, although I didn't even want to get married. "Later, I don't want to leave Felix and Jisung alone. That would be rude." I smiled apologetically. My mother gave me an extremely questionable look. It probably wasn't the answer she expected, but she couldn't reply to it. It would indeed be rude to just dump my friends like that. "Well then, I'll be back soon." She got up and nodded to my friends who also heard our small conversation.

I grabbed my glass of wine, even though I didn't like the brew at all, and downed a long gulp down my throat. "Honestly Felix, maybe we should get married." I grimaced as my mother mingled with the crowd. I missed Felix's worried look. It wasn't until he picked up the conversation that I looked at him, "Maybe you should tell your mom what you want?" But we all knew it wouldn't be that easy. A sigh escaped my lungs as I leaned back in my chair a little, "I don't think that would do anything." My mother simply could not be convinced of anything other than her own opinion.

"Anyway." I tried to change the subject. "Ji, how do I look?" I asked. Jisung, who had also been sipping from his wineglass, turned his gaze to me. For dinner I had changed my dress, which now corresponded much more to my taste. At least then my mother didn't constantly interrupt me. "It looks better than this morning's dress." My second best friend agreed. "It flatters your curves a lot more." A formal grin appeared on his lips, leading me to elbow him lightly in the side. "Good to know Mr. Designer." I replied with slightly flushed cheeks. Jisung laughed lightly and toasted me with his glass of wine.

My eyes swept the room as people ate and drank around us. Now and then I caught a look or two from a young men that were intended for me. Presumably, they were also looking for a partner willing to marry. But they were definitely at the wrong address when it comes to me. "It's almost a bit boring here, don't you think?" I remarked casually. Felix's gaze followed mine. He already had more experience with such occasions, so he saw the situation a little more calmly. He agreed with me, but leaving dinner like that would cause more whispering than not sitting still for a while. So we stayed. I sipped my wine again. Maybe I started to like it slowly. "Miss l/n (your last name)?" I almost choked on the wine when I heard someone say my name. I cleared my throat and lowered the glass before looking up at a young man with beautiful eyes. They reminded me involuntarily of a little puppy. "Yes?" Slightly distracted by the fact that my counterpart reminded me of a puppy, I smiled. The young man wearing a tailored suit returned my smile, "My name is Kim Seungmin." At the name, I noticed Felix and Jisung holding their breath for a moment almost simultaneously. It seemed like they knew him? "Y/n, nice to meet you." Am I supposed to know him too? I didn't recognize his face or his name. I gave Mr. Kim a soft smile before he said.

"It's pretty boring here, don't you think? May I sit down with you and your friends? We're sure to have something more interesting to talk about than all the elderly folks who've been chewing my ear off for the whole evening." he answered me. I still didn't know who the young man was, but I found him relatively likable. However, his presence at our table did not seem to have gone unnoticed. I noticed that some people at the tables began to whisper. "It would be our pleasure, please sit down, Mr. Kim." I invited him, which the young man didn't need to be told twice. He took my left seat while Jisung shifted nervously in his chair to my right. "Please call me Seungmin. It sounds nicer when you're called by your first name." Seungmin smiled before a waiter poured him some wine. It seemed like everything in the room revolved around him. My gaze slid briefly to Felix, who also looked at me. However, he seemed to know something I didn't. But my attention returned to Seungmin as he also greeted my friends.

An interesting conversation quickly developed between the three young men, which I listened to. They seemed to get along well, and soon, it became clear why everything here seemed to revolve around Seungmin. "Since my father cannot be present, he asked me to represent him." Because he was none other than the son of the owner of the shipping company that built the Titanic. This realization probably came too late, which is why I sipped embarrassed from my wine glass, which was now almost empty. "Miss l/n, I heard that you are a talented violinist. You have played in several opera houses, but your breakthrough in your career is not that long ago." Seungmin looked at me, which made me stop. Apparently, it seemed like he had heard a lot about me. I nodded slightly in response, "Yes, that's right."

"Then you must be a natural talent." he smiled.

I returned his friendly expression with an accommodating smile just as I was about to thank him. However, Seungmin continued and asked in the same breath, "I'll give a speech on behalf of my father tomorrow night. How about you play something on your violin afterward?" Maybe it was the wine in my blood that made me so calm, or just the fact that I had to process the words in my head first. I blinked several times as if I didn't quite understand the question. Nevertheless, I knew I had to answer him. And now that I knew who Kim Seungmin was, a NO was not acceptable. I knew that only too well. Especially if my mother found out about it... So I smiled and finally nodded in agreement, "It would be an honor." The heat rose to my face as I heard myself say those words. "Wonderful." Seungmin said, raising his glass to toast us all. "I'm already looking forward to hearing you play." I also raised mine and clinked glasses with the three young men. After that, I would probably need some fresh air.

___

"Have you ever smelled sea air?" Jeongin looked at Hyunjin and Minho while they looked around the deck. Unlike the rich people, they didn't get a feast. Nonetheless, the food on board was still better than a stale piece of bread that Hyunjin had occasionally received as a gift from the baker in his neighborhood.

Minho was still eating his bun when he replied to Jeongin, "No, I've never been to the sea, or on a ship." he meant. Hyunjin smiled and said, "Then be careful not to get seasick." The young men strolled down the deck intended for second and third class. It was clear that the first class had a deck all to themselves.

Of course they weren't allowed to enter.

Hyunjin came to a halt at the front of the ship and leaned on the rail behind him. From here you had a pretty good view.

"What do you think New York will be like?" He began to rummage in his jacket pocket for a pack of cigarettes and an old lighter. "Very different from Southampton. At least I hope so." Jeongin replied before asking for a cigarette. Hyunjin handed him the cigarette he had just started while Minho ate the last piece of his bun before he also bummed a cigarette from Hyunjin, "Of course." meanwhile he said. "It has to be different." Hyunjin agreed with his friend's words with a silent nod. While his friends were chatting about their arrival in New York, Hyunjin's mind wandered from the conversation a bit away as he spotted a young woman on the first class deck. His eyes traced the contours of her face, her full lips, her beautiful nose and her eyes that twinkled like stars in the sky. It hit him from the first moment. He was sure that he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Minho noticed Hyunjin's absence after some a while when his cigarette was almost gone. He followed Hyunjin's gaze scrutinizingly, up to the first-class deck. There, he saw the young woman, which Hyunjin's eyes seem to admire. She leaned lightly on her elbows on the railing as she gazed out to sea and watched the sunset. Minho's gaze slid back to Hyunjin, who seemed to be lost in a daydream. "Forget it buddy." he shook his head. "This is not your league." Hyunjin, however, didn't seem to hear him at all.

He was completely captivated by the sight of this beautiful young woman. But... there was something sad in her eyes. Hyunjin couldn't figure out what it was, but maybe that was exactly what attracted him. He flinched when Minho elbowed him in the side. "Back on earth again?" asked his best friend. Only now did Hyunjin realize that he had lost himself in one of his daydreams. The young man cleared his throat while his friends looked at him in entertainment. "Shall we maybe go back inside? It's getting cold." he meant. His friends agreed, amused. On the way back inside the ship, however, Hyunjin couldn't help but look up at the young woman from the first class again.

Who was she? What's her name? So many questions went through the young man's mind at that moment. Perhaps he would soon get an answer to that.

[giggly-squiggily]

Oh could I request Volo and adaman? I just think those two had to have gotten bored waiting for the protag to get to the lakes ykwim.

Oo, these two! I haven't written for Legend Arceus in a hot minute! I've gotcha covered, anon! :)

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)

@gladdygirl18

Adaman gasped awake, eyes wide as he sat up, feeling his chest, his shirt, his hair. “How long has it been?”

Volo, who had been sitting by with his Togepi, gave him a bored stare. “Five minutes, Adam.”

“Pfft- no fun. You can at least pretend with me.” Adaman groaned, falling back into the grass with a huff. He and Volo had been waiting for what feels like centuries for Akari. She was a sweet, dedicated girl.

So dedicated in fact she was notorious for being incredibly, almost unforgivingly late.

Okay- not true for the most part. Important events and meetings were there on the dot, if not a few minutes too early. She never left Adaman waiting if he needed to see her asap. Really- it was his own fault for not specifying this meetup was important.

It wasn’t- but it would have gotten her here faster. Now he and Volo had to wait for her to finish catching whatever pokemon a villager required. He prayed to Arceus and back it wasn’t a female Combee. They’d be there for days.

Now they were here, waiting for Akari to arrive so they could get their Pokemon battle going. Adaman was slowly but surely losing ways to entertain himself. He tried teaching his Pokemon to sing, laid on his back and patted a song against his belly. He tried taking a nap, but the sun was too bright and he had too much energy. He then tried pretending he was waking up from a 1000 year old coma, he and Volo the last remaining survivors of this foreign land.

Yes he was an adult and the leader of the Diamond Clan. He could act like a kid when he wanted to!

…Arguing with himself didn’t ease his boredom either. Damnit!

Volo decidedly ignored the last verbal comment he made, turning his attention back to Togepi. If he was bored, he sure knew how to hide it. His expression was calm, hands busy as they tossed a little ball to the Pokemon and back. Adaman figured waiting around was part of the Merchant game.

That’s great for him, but he was losing his mind!

“Hey, let’s play a game.” Adaman rolled onto his belly, grinning at the blonde. “Truth or Truther.”

“Isn’t it Truth or Dare?” Volo raised a brow, blinking at the other curiously.

“Yeah, but if we start getting into dares, we might just forget about Akari. Besides, I wanna know more about you.” He grinned a classic cheshire cat grin, eyes twinkling as Volo squirmed. “Nervous I'll learn something juicy about you, Merchant?”

“Hehe…no, I’ll be fine.” Volo cleared his throat, sitting back. “Alright. Who’s gonna start?”

“I’ll go. What’s your type?” Right for the jugular.

“.....Normal?” Volo blinked, looking at Togepi. “Also Psychic I suppose.”

“No, no- I mean; what’s your type in people?” Adaman almost laughed at how obtuse Volo seemed. It was strangely endearing. “Like- what do you find attractive?”

“Oh…Oh!” Volo blushed, both from embarrassment at missing the question and just…the context. “I erm…I guess I like all kinds of people…maybe more so those who are interested in mythology and history…”

“Ah, a nerd.” Adaman nodded appreciatively. “My turn. I like tall blonde merchants who sell good stuff and are also into history.”

Volo blinked, face red and eyes widening. Adaman wagged his eyebrows.

“Ugh, you’re awful.” Volo laughed, hiding his face in his hands for a moment. Pushing his hair out of his face, he gestured to Adaman. “Okay, your turn. Ugh…any weaknesses?”

“Tall Blonde Merchants-”

“Real weaknesses?” Volo waved him off with a snort.

“Hmm….” Adaman hummed, thinking about it. “I overwork myself. When I get into something, I don’t stop until I’m done with it completely, so I tend to take breaks and rest.” He laughed, leaning into his arms. “Got a little real there.”

“I like it.” Volo smiled teasingly. “It’s the real you.”

“Ugh, you’re gonna make me blush.” Adaman grinned. “What about you? What’s your weakness?”

Volo hesitated again- he did that alot, the Clan leader started to notice- like he had a lot of thoughts but was selective in the ones he shared.. Gnawing at his lip, he sat in consideration for a few moments before speaking. “I’m ticklish.”

“Come again?” Adaman blinked.

“I’m ticklish.” Volo said again. “Does that bother you?”

“No, no not at all, just…I think you’re the first person I’ve ever met who just…admitted it.” Adaman blinked, taking it in. “Most people try to hide it, yeah?”

“Sure, but I’ve learned not to bother.” Volo shrugged, a teasy smile on his lips. “Not when a certain clan leader before me is way more ticklish than I-”

He was gone. When’d Adaman leave?

“Adam?” He sat up, blinking as he looked around. That’s when he felt it, a cool and devious presence behind him.

“Should have kept it a secret, Volo.” The voice spoke in his ear, making him jump. “Now I’m curious.”

~~~

In hindsight, Volo was rather shortsighted.

He figured Adaman would be stunned long enough for Volo to get the jump on him- or at least come from the front so he could grab his ribs- Adaman was pretty bad there if he recalled.

And yet- he forgot one simple detail.

Adaman was tricky.

“Ahehahhahaa! Wahhahahait, whahahhahahait hoohohohohoohohld ohoohohohhohon!” Volo cried, squeaking in laughter as fingers attacked his sides, pressing past his layers and going right for the ticklish spots across his ribs. “Adahahahhhamahahahahn!”

“Why wait? Don’t you like being tickled, Volo?” Adaman cooed at him, grinning from ear to ear as he worked his fingers along his torso, pinching his waist and giving his armpits the occasional prod, making the blonde yelp and snort. “Aww, aren’t you a cutie! Look at how much you’re smiling!”

Volo squeaked, doubling over as he tried blocking out the hands working towards his belly. “Ahahahahhadaahhahamn, plehaehhahahahse! Gehahahahahhahaa not thheheehehhehhere!”

“Aww, why not? Does it tickle that bad?” Adaman asked, daring a few jabs and earning quite the laugh. “Man, you were so confident earlier too! I bet you thought you could trick me, huh? Poor ticklish Volo- as if you could ever defeat me.” He grinned gently pushing the other over so he could sit on his hips, fingers flying over his belly and making him squeal. “Can’t fight back, can you? You’re just to ticklish for your own good, you cute wittle ticklish guy, you!”

“Nohohohoohoohoho! Dohohoohn’t you dahahahhahre!” Bright red, Volo covered his face with his hands, a gesture that lasted only a second before they shot back down, trying to block out Adaman’s hands as they wiggled past his shirt and jacket. “Ahahahhahahdamahahahhan! THehehehehhey’re coohohoohohld!”

What are my hands? Well, warm them up for me!” He grinned, laughing as Volo flailed beneath him, feet kicking against the grass and back arching. His hat tumbled off at one point, spilling liquid gold across the green earth. That combined with his rosy he looked, Adaman swore Volo looked like some fallen angel.

Damn- he’s got it bad.

“Gehahhahahhahahhaha! Oohoohohohokay ohohoohohkay! Stahhhahhap ihiihhihiiht!” Volo pleaded, grabbing Adaman’s hands within his own, pushing them up and out of the way. Gasping for air, he glared some, his face half hidden in his hair. “Thehehere…”

“Hmm…alright. But I want one more thing before I stop for real.” Adaman grinned, starting to lean down. Volo looked confused, then panicked.

“No! Nohohoohooho, don’t you dahah-AAHAHAHAHHARE!” Volo all but shrieked when Adaman pressed his face against his belly, blowing a loud unforgiving raspberry dead center. All of Volo’s strength left his body, leaving him drained and exhausted in helpless giggles.

“Pfft- Bahahaha! Oh man, that was great!” Adaman tittered, falling off the other and into the grass beside him, grinning cheekily. “We need to do that more often!”

“Leheheht’s not…and say whehehe did.” Volo groaned, making the clan leader laugh harder. Once he’d calmed himself, he reached out, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes.

“Golden hair, silver eyes. How pretty.” He mused, making Volo blush deeper.

“Shush.” He went to swat him away, but Adaman caught his hand, letting their fingers intertwine. Volo didn’t fight back. They laid like that for a moment, something quiet yet growing brewing between them. Adaman felt himself start to lean in-

“Hey! There you two are!” They shot apart, Volo sitting up flustered while Adaman rolled away, posing at the last minute. Akari blinked as she came up the hill, furrowing her brows. “Did something happen?”

“Just uh- Pokemon ambush.” Volo cleared his throat, pulling hair back into a bun before plopping his hat on. “Speaking of, how’d your hunt go? Anything good?”

Akari lit up as she went into details about her search, telling Volo all about it while Adaman watched in the background. Something soft lit the blonde’s face as he listened, or perhaps it was just how the sun hit it in that moment.

Yep. he definitely had it bad.

Thanks for reading!

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Midnight: Fic 5 for @remadoramicrofics

Content warning for some mild swearing and the during-HBP-setting on this one

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It's midnight on Christmas day, or maybe that makes it Boxing day. She had spent Christmas working, happy to take the increased holiday pay and the promise of a distraction from the festivities. Unfortunately, it had been so dull that she hadn't really been able to keep her mind away from the Burrow and Christmas and him. She should have gone to her parents, but she knew they'd have a barrage of questions for her that she didn't fancy answering. Her plan was to pop round for dinner at some point on New Year's Eve instead, though this was also so she could have an excuse not to celebrate it with her friends or colleagues or anyone else.

She brushes her teeth whilst sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, staring at the peeling plaster on the opposite wall. It's an incredibly boring piece of plaster and she can't stop her mind from drifting to things it shouldn't - mainly what her day might have been like had she accepted Molly's invitation to dinner. Would people have fussed over her and her dull brown hair? Would they have been awkward about her awkwardness, her inability to laugh and joke like she used to? Would she have coped with all the people? Would she have behaved around him?

She doesn't like the picture she paints in her head, yet she can't help but long for it. She misses the old normal and the old her, before everything turned to shit. Of course she knew that in war situations can change for the worse in the blink of an eye, and part of her is angry at herself for reacting so strongly to it. Why can't she just get on with it like everyone else. It was embarrassing really, that little miss auror was taking everything so much harder than the rest of them. It was positively shameful that such a huge part of her misery was caused by a bloody pig headed man, who she may or may not have driven to a suicide mission (she was unaware that her love would be that awful) and who she still loved so deeply it hurt.

Her mind was wandering too far now, it always did at midnight. She schooled herself to start thinking about the positives of the day. Hogwarts was beautiful in the snow, and as most parents no longer felt safe leaving their children there for the holidays, she'd had the grounds pretty much to herself. She had enjoyed a lovely catch up with Professor Sprout after breakfast and spent some time feeding the thestrals. No student had been cursed by a mysterious object, which was a big win these days. Dawlish had taken a whole week off for the holidays so he wasn't around to annoy her. So, all in all, she couldn't complain too much about her Christmas.

...........

Remus was lying awake on the bed Molly had given to him for the evening. It was midnight, Boxing day, and he was allowing himself one last sleep in comfort before returning to the packs. The problem was, he couldn't actually sleep. The mattress was comfy and the room was pleasantly warm, but neither of those things could overcome his racing thoughts.

He couldn't keep Tonks out of his mind. If he was being honest, he had never stopped thinking about her and he wasn't trying particularly hard to fight it either. It had gotten worse when he arrived at the Burrow, with Molly playing those stupid love songs all Christmas Eve. He had spent that evening secretly hoping that Tonks would show up at dinner the next day. Obviously, she didn't, but that didn't stop her name being thrown around the table, nor did it stop Harry asking questions about her damn wolf patronus. He was actually grateful when Percy and the Minister turned up and the room descended into family drama, whilst Scrimgeour whisked Harry away.

Now he was thinking about her again. It didn't help that he had been given Charlie's old room to stay in, and that Charlie had littered his walls and surfaces with photos of his Hogwarts friends. Remus had done the same when he was at school, but he hadn't been friends with Tonks, who appeared in many of Charlie's photographs. Most of them moved and he felt uncomfortably like she was staring at him, watching him from all directions with a smile on her face. (Seeing old school pictures of her, that weren't really all that old, should have been an encouragement for him to stop thinking about her, but it only made her feel inescapable.)

Even when he closes his eyes, his mind plays out fantasies for him where they're together. They aren't always the inappropriate variety of fantasy - though sometimes they are - mostly he just imagines himself being happy with her, having a normal life with her by his side. Or he relives those early order missions last year, where they worked so well together. She's called Dora in his mind, the name she allowed him to use when he said Tonks felt too impersonal. He lets these scenarios with Dora play out, he enjoys them and savours them, knowing they could never be real. He feels a bit guilty about that, especially as he had told Tonks to forget him and stop thinking about him. But he reckons that he can't stop her if she does think of him and so no-one can stop him thinking of her either. Not even him. Not even when it's midnight and he really should be sleeping.

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For the Sexy Days of Summers Event happening right now we've invited Scott Summers (Cyclops) fans to take part in spreading more love for him out there on the internet by creating fanfiction, fanart, fan works, etc. to celebrate our favorite X-Men leader and the possibility of what if. For the duration of this challenge so far we've received some really incredible submissions with super rare pairings that are new to us. For the month of September we'd like to share some of those and also share some various fandom creations along the way in terms of content. Some might be an old favorite pairing while others might be something in terms of shipping you've never considered before.

Today's spotlight pairing is another a fun rare one that's got a lot of potential!

Below under the cut you can take a look at this pairing and see what fun it could prove to be!

Also if you have a favorite Scott pairing and a fanfic that you've written or that you love, then feel free to drop us a note and let us know so we can showcase it in the future!

Stay tuned for more duo spotlights coming soon!

Can't stop, won't stop, I actually don't know how to stop, help by Magneatooooooo (Rated T) Nothing good ever comes from Peter or Scott being alone and bored together. It always ends in someone getting hurt or expensive repairs.

just give it some time by Silvercyclops (Rated T) Wanda holds up a glowing red hand from her spot on the couch and suddenly Pietro is stopped in his tracks. “First of all,” she says. “You’re going to burn a hole in my carpet so I need you to come over here and sit.”

when there’s nowhere else to run by Silvercyclops (Rated T) He doesn’t know why he’s surprised. He’s been coming here everyday and he’s never seen anyone else, but he doesn’t know why this particular visitor surprises him so much. (Pietro talks to time displaced Scott)

Annoyances by shroomyystar (Rated M) Peter grins, tilts his head, and he shivers a little at Scott’s hand coming to rest on his hip. Perhaps to push him off, but well, contact is contact, is it not? “Or what?”

here we are just runaways by Silvercyclops (Rated T) “Maximoff,” he says. “How’s the hero business going?” They always start out like this, so formal, like they’re still on opposite sides of the battlefield.

role reversal au but its honestly not that important

but you know i could stay here all night by Silvercyclops (Rated T) Scott maybe possibly might be crushing on Pietro a little so when prom rolls around, he figures it's time to make his move

Visitation by tobathy Pietro starts to visit Summers regularly after figuring out he could just come and go from the mansion as he pleases, long as he isn't caught by someone that'd tattle on his whereabouts.

Hail to the Thief by orphan_account (Rated T) Scott meets Peter. It devolves from there.

A Little Less Conversation by orphan_account (Rated T) Passage of time. Featuring Alexander Summers' amazing advice hour. Terms and conditions apply.

We shall meet again by Deadinsideluv (Rated T) Peter never thought it would happen so soon. In the midst of battle no less.

Sunlight/Snow by orphan_account (Rated T) They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die.

the good in my people and the trouble in me by Silvercyclops (Rated T) as they look out over Utopia, Scott Summers and Pietro Maximoff try to re-find what really matters during the war between the Avengers and the X-Men

Asshole by Silvercyclops_Shit

“Hey, asshole.”

“Do you need something, kid?”

Good Morning, Westchester by Silvercyclops_Shit (Rated T) Scott was annoyed, very annoyed. All he wanted to do right now was stay in bed and maybe give his husband a “Good Morning” blow job.

Afjdkfghgkjdjfdfjdhfjdkjfis by Silvercyclops_Shit (Rated T) Peter’s hand drifted up to his chest and he began to trace the words printed there. So maybe Peter was a little worried about his soulmate. Maybe he was more than a little worried but it’s fine, he’s fine.

Pretty Hairstyles by Silvercyclops_Shit (Rated T) That conversation was the reason Scott was going to see Peter today. And if he had put a bit more effort into his appearance than usual, no one had to know. After all, it wasn’t every day you see the man you dated a decade ago (and have been avoiding for said decade), who has somehow become your coparent, to ask if he'll do your son's hair.

Blank Space by LuthienLuinwe (Rated M)

There was nothing romantic about it. Never had been. Never would be. Xavier’s favorite soldier and Father’s favorite scapegoat.

It would be the last time, Pietro told himself. Just like he had the time before. 

And every time before that.

You know you’re in love by Skygrayson1082 (Rated T)

“I can’t say I don’t love you when I’m lying to myself, I can’t deny my feelings for you”

I can’t think of anything else sorry I’m really bad at these

How Fate Works by Silvercyclops (Rated T) the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your arm. scott and pietro's first words don't go so well.

An Anonymous Note by Silvercyclops Scott Summers has no idea how he's going to talk to Pietro Maximoff, much less tell him how he feels. When Jean suggests anonymous notes, Scott thinks he might just have found his chance.

And many more on AO3 here.

[closingwaters]

TIMING: A few days ago

PARTIES: @plunderwater @closingwaters

SUMMARY: Upon hearing that a nereid had her magic stolen, Teagan sets out to find the culprit, leading her to Aika (Shan). The two banter, threats are thrown around, but the two come to a mutually beneficial agreement.

WARNINGS: None

For the longest time, Shan wondered why they called it the Drowned Ship Gardens. It looked more like a graveyard to the transformed selkie, not anything resembling a garden. Her first swim down there led to an…interesting encounter with its self-proclaimed guardian, one that Shan had never pursued again. Succeeding swims became much more creative, finding ways to get in and around the place without the annoying singer’s notice. Or maybe Cordelia has always seen her, just not cared enough to pick a fight with a “harmless” seal.

The last time Shan had been in the area, however, a young ocean nymph tried to upset her. She knew the nymph was young because the latter didn’t seem to know what Shan was. Or maybe she did, just not convinced she was something to be feared. Days after that interaction, the selkie turned the nymph into a willing accomplice, a ‘friend,’ so to speak. Until of course the selkie’s need to recharge her pelt outweighed the ‘friendship’ of the nymph. 

“There went my ticket to the Gardens,” Shan heaved a sigh as she took a sip of her tea on the balcony of the Codfather. Pays to be related to one of its owners. The sudden trip down recent memory lane made her feel sad, more than the fact that she had stolen an innocent nymph’s magic for her own selfish reasons. “Cordelia would most likely have my head if I showed it around those parts right now… Might need to lay low for a while. Shame.”

Teagan made a point to visit the ocean after meeting Marina. Even with the beautiful nereid gone, it was easy to slip onto the beach and appreciate the ocean’s beauty. She’d even hover her hand over the water just enough to feel a soft hum. Ever so faint due to the salt within it, or so she thought. For all Teagan knew, the sensation was in her head, knowing that the ocean was not her element. She could do nothing for it besides support her fellow nymphs. 

That was what she set out to do that day, really. Down the pipeline, what fae the nix knew spoke of a selkie that had stolen her cousin’s magic. It was a distasteful act, one that required swift justice to be dealt out, and Teagan was determined to ensure that happened. “I’m looking for a woman named Aika, have you seen her?” She smiled sweetly at the hostess, who looked incredibly perplexed and suspicious. “Oh my, sorry–a bit distracted by your hair. It’s gorgeous…” She looked at the badge, “Kathy!” The employee’s brows rose with bashful surprise, and she smiled back finally. “Thank you…” 

Perfect, Teagan was excited to see that it was so easy to get a small bind. “I’ll take that gratitude and would like appreciation shown by you taking me to Aika’s table. I heard she was here.” Kathy’s eyes went blank with obedience, and Teagan was quickly led the nix to a woman who matched the poor nereid's description. Except, she left out the fact that Aika was absolutely gorgeous. “Leave us,” She waved Kathy off and slipped into a seat at Aika’s table. Her stare was intense and ready, blue and brown searing into the selkie. 

“Hear ya like to steal magic?”

As someone who has to take magic from spellcasters and especially the fae, Shan has developed a contingency to ensure her real name wouldn’t be a vulnerability. Years of dealing with the delicious tricksters only strengthened her own personal belief that words have power, and a person’s name can be used as a weapon. That’s why she has taken great effort into developing alternate identities, using different names. These also help with the less interesting laws of boring humans — Lin Ye Shan may never be able to step foot in Macau again, but Aika Chan would have no problem swindling old rich men with terrible gambling habits and an even terrible string of bad luck.

“Hm?” With eyes narrowed in suspicion, Shan turned to face the stranger Katarina had brought to her. What a betrayal. Katarina, now Kathy, had sought Shan, then Zhenchen, for help escaping her very small and very weird village in Eastern Europe. If it wasn’t for Zhenchen, actually Shan, Kathyrina wouldn’t have made a less weird and definitely much safer life in Wicked’s Rest as a part-time hostess at Shan’s relative’s swanky restaurant, the Codfather. And now she does this? Kitty Kat may end up losing her job if she keeps this up, and even this life, considering she has no more useful secrets to share. “And who might you be?”

Shan had to give credit where credit was due, though. At least the stranger the hostess brought to her was beautiful. She wasn’t the first pretty face with heterochromia the selkie has ever met, and bedded, but she was definitely in her own category. “Is that a pick-up line?” she purred, leaning forward to take in the other woman’s scent and features, all while playfully smirking at her. “But since you’re easy on the eyes, I’ll bite — What do you mean by that, hm?”

Pretty and witty, a deadly combination for the nix who had a particular fondness for the type. It was one of the many reasons Arden was so easy to drink up, and now Teagan was greedy for every glass the woman offered. “Ah…” Her lips curled into a smile, gaze turning dark as she moved past the flirtations. She couldn’t get distracted. “Believe me, lass…” Teagan leaned in, intensely. “You’d know if I was flirting. We’d already be in my bed if I was.” 

Something shone in Teagan’s eyes, foreboding and twisted. Pretty as Aika was, she’d hurt a cousin. That’s not something she could stand for, her dedication to her kind deeply rooted. “I’m Teagan.” Her gaze remained strong, expression dead. “Hope that bite’s strong because if you’re the one who took a poor nereid’s magic, then we’re about to have a bit of an altercation.” Scrunching her nose platfully, Teagan shrugged and shivered with anger so strong that it spilled over into appearing like glee. “Do you get what I mean now?”

“Well,” Shan raised an eyebrow, just as intrigued as she was impressed. “Aren’t you confident?” The selkie would be lying if she didn’t admit to herself she was fond of confident people. That and she was a sight for sore eyes. Especially with those eyes. Quite a delicious combination. Dangerous. Dark. Two things that almost always drew her in. Like a hungry seal to some free fish. Although Shan wasn’t quite sure if she was that hungry, and if this fish was even free. 

“Teagan, hmm?” Shan tried to remember if she had anything on anyone named Teagan but nothing came to her at that moment in time. “I do like my tea, but I’m not sure what you’re talking about…” Discreetly, she looked around to see if there were any other eavesdroppers, using another sip of her drink as cover, before grinning when she realized there was none. Heaving an annoyed sigh, which was followed immediately by an unintentional yawn, she turned her attention to the view. “...so let me try to make sense of all this — someone took a…nereid’s magic, you think it’s me, and now you’re here to avenge your…sibling’s misfortune?”

Teagan’s smile curled wickedly while she watched Shan’s expression turn into one of surprise. “Of course. Every scar is a lesson, and let me tell you,” She steepled her fingers, tapping them together. “I’ve learned much. Too much. So yes, I’m confident.” People rarely expected someone who looked like her to have confidence in that particular manner. Flirting? Sure, she had the looks for it. But confidence in the ability to exact violence and hold her own in a fight? Hardly anyone expected that from Teagan, and it was one of her favorite pastimes to prove them wrong.

“Lying is such a human thing, Aika. It’s pathetic and weak. Not even my human resorts to such a thing.” Well, as far as she knew, at least. Teagan was confident though, fully believing Arden to use honesty with her, where it counted the most. When it comes to emotions or issues of the heart, Teagan was even confident there. Which was more than most could say. More than she could say, even. But that was different. She wasn’t hiding to preserve herself, she was doing it to protect Arden. 

“I’m here to avenge my cousin.” Teagan began, rubbing her temples while she relayed what she’d learned. “We fae are closely knit, so as soon as I heard that a nereid had lost her magic, I immediately thought…hunter.” She giggled, genuinely happy she didn’t have to deal with that flavor of rage. Keeping her composure was important, and had Aika been a hunter, blood would have surely already painted the area. “But no, she said a woman named Aika did that to her. And lo and behold, your name is Aika.” Releasing part of the illusion, Teagan presented her claws, flexing them and digging them into the table. “So quit dilly-dallying.”

Shan grimaced at the idea of getting scars anywhere on her perfect skin. If she could, she would always avoid them, and she usually did, but she wasn’t delusional. Sooner or later, one of her…adventures was going to give her a bad one, but that was what the spellcasters she spared were for. Glamorous and all that. Like the one on her teeth right now. “Wouldn’t it be so that if you get more than one scar, then that means you never learned the lesson from the first one?” Semantics. Nothing but. But Shan did enjoy the game of words more than the game of fists. 

“A human thing…” Shan purred, downplaying the gravity of the tense situation. She feigned wonder, confusion, as she heaved a sigh and leaned back on her chair, appearing way too comfortable for a woman who was being confronted by a vengeful fae. Then again, story of her life. What sin did she commit in her past life to have such a terrible pelt, she knew she’d never find out in this one. She wasn’t even sure she’d survive to the end, to see her pelt fixed and no longer in need of a desperate fix every so often, more times than she could relax, uninterrupted by vengeful sons and daughters, siblings, and now apparently cousins. 

“Humans barely craft the lie. In my experience, the fae are so much better at it than them,” she gestured toward Teagan’s claws, implying the use of illusions as a lie, a notion that Shan wholeheartedly agrees with, using a glamour herself to play with the boring mammals on land. “I doubt your…cousin would’ve survived to tell the tale if I was a hunter. Those folks are uninspired, killing for the sake of killing…” She heaved another sigh, lamenting the many lost fae lives that could’ve recharged her pelt with little to minimal death. “What a waste!”

“If you want the truth,” Shan prepared the lie. “...I am truly sorry that your cousin had to lose her…magic.” The selkie cared about no other lives than hers. If her pelt wasn’t such a malfunctioning piece of work, maybe she’d have the privilege to care about strangers. As it stood, she wouldn’t get any close to that if she died right then and there. “But we were deep in those cold waters, and if I didn’t…‘borrow’ her magic, I would’ve frozen to death. Worse? The panic would’ve ended her, too.” A truth, though any mention of her vulnerable pelt was omitted to ensure her own survival. “I would’ve apologized to her in person but…I feared I’d drown if I returned to her.”

“Never said what type of lesson.” Her eyes went dark, expression reflecting everything she’d seen, how the wars had marked her. “Learned how to handle pain, and inflict it tenfold. Make theirs worse. The kind they couldn’t heal because, you know, you can’t heal when you’re dead.” A smile, a big one, that didn’t quite reach Teagan’s eyes, spread across her lips, an expression far darker than it was before. Aika was good at words, but her skill was no match for the nix. She was nothing compared to the skill of a fae.

Taking a deep breath, the smile disappeared, catching Aika’s insinuation. A fair one, if Teagan were honest with herself. She seldom was, but this wasn’t a matter of the darkness in her heart. This was her nature, her very appearance. She wouldn’t stand for it. “Another form, dear. Both me. Both beautiful.” Her claws lengthened the marks on the table, and Teagan was about to throw the table aside and make her attack, but Aika’s explanation gave her pause. A creature of water herself, it seemed. Hunted as well. Teagan sighed, irked that she understood what Aika had to do. That didn’t mean she had to like it, though.

“I know you’re not sorry.” She began, her hands returning to flesh. “Survival of your nature is rarely met with guilt. I can accept that. But…” Teagan rose from her seat, kneeling next to Aika to show her she could be reasoned with. Maybe Aika wasn’t fae, but she was of the water. A deal could be made. “Perhaps we can have something arranged?” Searching the woman’s eyes, Teagan’s own began to have light once again, compassion blooming. “I’ll find you a caster and you give her back her magic. Take the caster’s instead, and everything will be forgiven. Maybe…” She paused, looking Aika up and down to return the looks she’d given Teagan. “Maybe even rewarded.”

Shan paused, frowning. There was nothing else she could do when her eyes met Teagan’s. The selkie was adept at bending words to suit her favor, more than happy to profit from her silver tongue, but there was much to be said for the fae’s expertise at the field. It was like comparing a werewolf to a kitsune or a vampire to a zombie. Either way, she realized as she stole a glimpse of the restaurant’s interior, she’d rather not risk losing a very useful tool in her machinations, present and future. “Dead can be final,” she muttered as she took another sip of her tea, eyes glued on the dangerous individual in front of her. “...for some of us.”

Shan watched Teagan’s claws violate the wood of the table. What was it again? Fall collection, IKEA? She felt the tension rise, as if the other woman was about to cause a very violent scene, but remained calm. Shan was quick. She was fast. Very agile, but only because she wasn’t physically strong, especially not in a fight, not in those close quarters. The selkie had already braced herself to move when Teagan relaxed, withdrawing her, well, weaponry. “Something?” She raised an eyebrow, curious at the proposition, more so at the propositioner. The edge of her lips slowly curled into a smile. She liked that idea. All of it. 

“Maybe… But what kind of reward?” The selkie bit her lower lip, already knowing the implication. Still, she would like it more if she heard the words from her mouth. There was no declining the offer on her side obviously. Shan would prefer not making an enemy of the nix. It would be a shame for all this to end in physicality, especially outside of bed.

Teagan enjoyed the way Aika began to falter, the fight in her recoiling as she realized she had met her match. It was a satisfying sight, but there were other matters to focus on. She smiled, a little warmer that go-around. “Something, yes.” Teagan nodded slowly, leaning in and slowly tracing Aika’s jawline with her index finger. 

She watched as the woman bit her lip, the action alone enough to be a sign of agreement. But, as deals go, Teagan figured she should at least elaborate on the final details before she took anything in finality. There was more fun to be had, and she didn’t need trickery to get there.

“The kind of reward that messes up the bed, Aika.” With a boop to Aika’s nose, Teagan giggled and scrunched her nose playfully. “Now, we’ve got a deal, eh?” To seal it, the nix closed the distance between their lips, kissing Aika firmly for a few beats before pulling away with a grin. “But don’t get any ideas and don’t fall in love with me. Someone’s already got me…what’s the saying?” She tapped her chin, clapping her hands together when she found the answer. “Ah yes. Wrapped around their beautiful finger.”

[joy-of-life88]

Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story]

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Roman POV

A completely ordinary day. Or at least I thought it was going to be an ordinary day when I arrived at the arena. But that probably couldn't have been further from the truth.

As usual we passed the time backstage until the show with the usual and partly boring routine. A meeting to go through the plans and the script for that day. Then maybe photo shoots and interviews. Training, filming and rehearsals also took up a lot of time. And of course, every now and then, meetings with fans and commitments to charity. Of course, the latter two things were the best and most rewarding part of our work. The sparkle in the eyes of the smallest fans was worth all the effort and hate.

I was just making my way to the ring with some of the other guys to rehearse our matches for the evening when Amanda from the makeup department walked past us. But she was not alone. She had a woman with her that I didn't know and she was talking to her the whole time straight.

"Hey, Seth. Do you have any idea who that is next to Amanda?" I asked Seth who was standing right next to me.

Since Seth was always up to date with the latest rumors and happenings backstage, my chances were pretty good to hear something from him. I usually called it gossiping, but he was of the opinion that he just likes to be well informed about everything. Well, that was one way to put it.

"Hmm... no, I don't know. I've never seen her before. But I guess she'll work in hair or makeup when she's walking around with Amanda. She is probably new. If you want, I'm sure I can find out for you." he babbled, though I barely listened to him.

My eyes lingered on the new face. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about it. Yet she looked very fragile. And it looked like she hadn't slept for ages. Even the makeup she wore could hardly hide the dark shadows under her eyes.

In addition, she made an incredibly sad impression. I immediately asked myself what might have happened to her in life. Something in me would have loved to take her in my arms and comfort her.

Suddenly our eyes met and I saw how the mystery woman blushed. She quickly lowered her gaze again. But my eyes still followed her. I didn't know why, but I didn't care at that moment. When she looked over her shoulder and our eyes met again, her face became even redder than before, if that was possible. She seemed very shy to me.

But then she hid her beautiful face behind her hair, so that it was no longer possible for me to look at her. What a shame. I would have liked to try to reveal her secret.

And then she suddenly was gone again. I realized that this whole encounter had lasted only a few seconds. Still, it was enough to make me wonder who she was and why she looked so sad.

"Oh I think I know what's going on. The big man likes the new girl." he teased me.

"Stop it Seth!" I said, but had little hope that he would actually stop.

"It's totally okay, Roman. She's cute. And your divorce was two years ago. So you can start looking for a new lady," he replied.

I decided not to answer. I would not have known what to say anyway.

Of course, she was beautiful. And yes, she had immediately attracted my attention. But that did not mean that I liked her. She was just the new girl, so it was normal to look. Or at least that was what I tried to tell myself.

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That's so many films! Which ones have been your favourite, the ones that have stayed with you the most? Have you watched only films or did any documentaries also make the watchlist? (if so, any that you'd particularly recommend?)

hiii darling!

Thanks for the ask, and may I wish you a happy new year? May your next year be full of memories and people that make you happy. May you see and maybe purchase some wonderful new sword!

As for the films. The number sounds impressive, but many of them are just short films. And let's be honest, my film numbers are nothing compared to your book numbers lol

This will get long I'm warning you 'cause once I start talking films it's hard to make me stop so putting it under read more

Yes, I've seen a lot of documentaries as well. I am considering doing a recommendation list for documentaries one of these days if anyone would be interested. I have talked about some of them here throughout the year as well. Released this year, I've seen 3 documentaries that I think are all interesting in their own way.

I've watched Fire of Love, which I think you'd actually enjoy. It's about two vulcanologists who truly loved volcanos, but also found love in each other. The documentary is a collection of their footage they've shot over the years, with a very relaxing commentary about their life. It's so lovely and calming, and you see all this footage of the volcanos up close and their dedication to it and just yeah, HIGHLY recommend.

The other two documentaries were good, but I don't think they're really for you unless you're more into the international politics. I watched the Navalny documentary which was fascinating to see as it follows him all through the poisoning and recovery, and you get to understand a bit more what this opposition leader is like as well as see how the Bellingcat (the investigative journalists) works in uncovering (usually Russian but not just them) crimes. And then I saw a short film called Ukrainian Queer Fighters for Freedom, which was a collection of interviews with queer people in Ukraine and their thoughts on how they think the country will change going forward in regard to queer rights. I've seen it as part of a queer film festival and the director was present and talked about it a bit and it was cool

I've watched a lot of older documentaries, but a lot of them were about various conflicts and injustices around the world and such, and idk if you'd be interested in those. But one more I will recommend to you since I think you might like it. It is called Meru. It's a fascinating film about three climbers who are trying to tackle this super hard to climb mountain and like it sounds like a boring topic, but it's actually absolutely batshit crazy. Like they fail at first but then go at it again and like no spoilers but holy shit all three of them are just insane for doing it. Truly.

As for feature films, there's many that have stayed with me. I've finally watched Minari, and it was as lovely and devastating as I expected it to be. Also, finally got around to watching Tokyo Godfathers, which is admittedly a bit problematic. The way they treat the trans character is...well of its time. But it's also at the same time incredibly humanizing towards its characters (who are all homeless) including the trans character. It's fun and weird, but also like a great Christmas film. Everything Everywhere All at Once is also as good as everyone claims it to be. It's like one of the three films released this year I've seen or even wanted to see tbh. My Happy Family was a true discovery for me, and I'm so glad Siiri recommended it to me. It's about this older Georgian mother who is a bit of an introvert which in a Georgian family is...well, it's not really normal to be quiet, let's say. And she suddenly decides to move out and find her own place, to the bewilderment of her family. It's not that she stopped loving them or anything. She just want her peace and quiet. It's really lovely, and I love the topic of older woman starting anew like this. So that one I'd also recommend to you. Then I watched a lot of czech/czechoslovak films and some of them were also quite impressive like Carriage to Vienna and Ikarie XB 1.

Yeah, so that's about it, I think. Thanks again for asking <3