#my fic: 6.x

[purpleneutrino]

"Will it sting?"

Art for Chapter 1 of my new zosan fic 'Because It's You'

here on ao3

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[iamnmbr3]

Harry: So I chose someone a little bit unusual to go to Slughorn's party with me but-

Ron: Oh no. Oh no. It's happening isn't it? It's actually happening.

Harry: What?

Ron: Is the person very blond?

Harry: Yes.

Ron: With silver eyes?

Harry: Yeah actually. How did you-

Ron: And do they idolize their father and repeat all of his crazy views as fact?

Harry: Yup! You've guessed it! Or did someone already tell you I'm going with- Ron? Are you alright?

Ron: I can't believe it. It happened. It actually happened. Hermione and I saw this coming but oh Merlin.

Harry: What's wrong with taking Luna?

Ron: Luna? .... Oh. Oh. LUNA. LUNA LOVEGOOD.

Harry: Obviously.

Ron: YOU'RE TAKING LUNA LOVEGOOD! THANK GOD!

Harry: ...Yes. Who did you think I meant?

Ron: Nevermind but wow you sure have a type huh?

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“Give it to me, baby. C’mon,” JJ MAYBANK gestures to you, beckoning you with his sets of fingers flicking towards him as you gun right for him. He stoops, ripe to catch you, strapping his forearms under your thighs as he growls in approval with his teeth sunk low into the skin past his lips. You sling your arms around his neck, bumping the bill of his backwards-cap, so you fix it for him with a giddy lovesick grin.

“Jayj,” you sing, folding your legs around his hips coyly. The alcohol has reached your head, all woozy as you lull back. Preemptively, JJ arches away, counteracting your weight with his to rebalance you and bring you back to him. A tinge of hot color dusts your cheeks from the tipsy intoxication.

“How’re we feelin’, babycakes? You look a little out of it.” he asks but you know he doesn’t care about the answer, he just wants to point out how cute you look when you’ve been drinking. In your little stringy bikini, you let him grab onto your ass as he walks with you in hand. With every step, you jostle limply, breaking eye contact to pick yourself up again. Aware of your drunken state, you grin in spite of yourself, and it curls his lips too. There’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes when you meet his gaze again after you take a while to answer. “There’s my girl.”

“M’feelin’ al-right.” you reply with a committed nod, mustering up an endearingly determined expression as you draw closer to him. Sweetly, he pecks your unresponsive lips, kissing your wet teeth a bit and pulling back a string of saliva between you two that breaks. Instinctively, you chase his mouth, and murmur: “Bored.”

“‘Bored’?” he parrots, playfully incredulous, as if his princess could dare be bored. “You’re bored, huh? Well, that just won’t fly.” He shows you he’s about to drop you with a little double pat to your ass cheek, and you brace yourself for it, landing on your feet and adjusting the straps of your swim suit. “Want another beer? I’ll make it special for you.” His way of making beer from a keg in a red solo cup special is to blow a little kiss on it before he hands it to you. But you’re not interested in that right now.

This beach-side bonfire party had gotten to your head, and now you’re looking for a change of pace, so you grab onto two of his fingers to lead him away. As you walk in front of him, swaying your hips, he gets a glance at your backside stuffed into that teeny bikini bottom and he moans through his nose, head lulling back. He straightens, rolling his tongue between his lips, eyes glued to the way that ass moves when you take a step. “You look fuckin’ good, baby.” He gives you a sharper smack this time, one that makes you face him to hit him scoldingly with a scoff. As if he didn’t just swat you, he holds his arms up in feigned bewildered surrender, mouth gaping in obtuse shock. When the novelty wears off, he drops the act and steps to you. You press your hand to his chest to ward him off, but he checks you out, “You feelin’ slutty?” his low voice isn’t low enough, and you consider shoving him for saying something like that amongst all these people.

Indignantly, your jaw hangs, blinking at him in disbelief as he flashes you a raise of his brows. You concede with a roll of your eyes and a huff, snatching back his hand in which he leisurely follows you by. He knows where he’s going, what you’re about to beg him for. Find your car and finger blast you in the passenger seat until you’re ready to rejoin the party like nothing happened. Maybe if he’s lucky you’ll wanna sit on his cock a bit, play a little game of just-the-tip which always ends in you getting plowed. Warily, he glances over his shoulder to gauge any prying eyes as he lets you lead him away.

[thefrogdalorian]

Nowhere Else To Run

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Despite the fact that sharing a cabin with you and Grogu on Nevarro has given him the peaceful life he was searching for, Din cannot escape the nightmares of his past which haunt him most nights.

Although he feels unworthy of your love, the only time things make sense is when you take him in your arms and dutifully put his pieces back together. Even on nights when he feels he does not deserve it.

Word Count:  3.4k ✯ Rating:  Teen ✯ Content Warnings: ✯ PTSD, nightmares, descriptions of canon-typical violence, survivor's guilt, Din feeling unworthy of love, Din's violent past, reader's hands described as being smaller than Din's. Author's Note: I created my blog six months ago, so here is a little Din drabble to celebrate. Title is taken from 'All These Things That I've Done' by The Killers (which is so Din coded) and I also listened to 2 Rocking Chairs by Jon Bellion a lot recently, so that might have inspired some of this too! Really hope you enjoyed it and here's to many more months of Din Djarin brainrot ☺︎

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On the nights he startles awake, haunted by the nightmarish, twisted visions of the worst things he has done, he is certain that he does not deserve you. With all his evil deeds laid bare as his mind plays cruel tricks on him, Din Djarin remains convinced that he could live a thousand lifetimes and never be worthy of your love. 

His eyelids fly open as his bare, muscular chest heaves. His golden skin is covered with a sheen of sweat. Din raises a trembling hand to wipe the moisture from his furrowed brow. Disorientated and afraid in the darkness.

His sharpened senses, honed thanks to his previous life as a bounty hunter, begin to function with all the effectiveness which once led to him being deemed the best in the parsec. He cringes as he remembers his narcissism, disgusted by how dishonourable it was to take pride in such an epithet. 

First, Din feels your presence at his side. A warm mass of flesh in the dark, coldness of the night. So close that he could reach out and touch you if only he were not petrified that doing so would shatter your beauty. He yearns to draw comfort from you. Yet, he is too afraid to bring you down to his level, to defile your splendour.

Then, Din hears your soft snores. Truthfully, the sweet sounds you make are not quite snores at all. Merely the even, shallow sounds which indicate that you are peacefully resting. He relaxes slightly, relieved that his unwanted awakening has not disturbed you. 

Emboldened by your continued slumber, Din sits up and gazes at you. Your stunning features are barely illuminated by the faint moonlight which streams in through an ill-fitting blind, yet even such a simple glimpse leaves him overwhelmed by your beauty.

As he quietly watches you, Din wonders what he could have done to deserve you in a past life. He certainly is not worthy of you in this one.

How could someone as wicked and treacherous as he ever be worthy of the love you envelop him in each day of your lives?

The guilt creeps in, then. It snakes its horrifying tendrils around Din's entire being and suffocates him under the weight of his regret and his pain. 

He feels guilty that he has even found himself in a position to receive love like this in the first place. Especially after everything he has done, all the pain he has caused and contributed to.

Din wonders whether it is cruel to keep you around. To have intertwined his life with yours in the way he has. Surely you deserve someone better than him.

Inviting you to move in with him changed so much for Din. It deepened and strengthened his relationship with you while opening him up to experiences he had missed for much of his life. How to share space with someone else, to show affection and receive it in return.

Sharing a bunk with someone for the first time meant Din could not continue outrunning his past. It was a race that had begun decades prior on the day he lost everything on Aq Vetina, a marathon which continued well into adulthood. 

The race was almost won when Din took the job that changed his life and led him to Arvala-7 in the hunt for the bounty who eventually became his son.

Yet it wasn’t until Din found you that he had finally crossed the finish line. 

He still remembered the horrified look in your eyes when he awoke for the first time in your presence, thrashing and screaming as the night terrors plagued him. Terrified by the haunting visions that made his past as vivid as though it was happening right before him. 

The nightmares are indiscriminate when they strike. Extensive in their scope. 

In slumber, Din is confronted with the shameful jobs he took from the most reprehensible individuals in the galaxy, reminded of the ego he once possessed.

He relives how readily he hunted people for his gain, collecting bounties without a care for who he hurt. Who was he to be the law? To be judge, jury and, on occasion, executioner? Din is pained at the memory of the life of sin he led. 

Din sees the job on Alzoc III in harrowing detail. The unspeakable acts of violence he had a hand in. As much as he tries to downplay his role and blame the atrocities on the disgusting band of crooks he ran with at the time, deep down, Din knows that he was a willing participant in the barbarity.

He replays the moment when, in a cruel, unforgiving tone, the gold-helmeted woman he had always idolised coldly informed him that he was a Mandalorian no more. Din is tormented time and again by the knowledge that he rendered himself an apostate in the eyes of the people who saved him; who taught him how to live. Being a Mandalorian and swearing the Creed were the only things aside from violence Din had truly ever been successful at. Walking The Way of the Mandalore was the only thing which had brought him anywhere close to achieving inner peace.

But most chillingly of all, Din is reminded of the gravest transgression of his life. An act of cruelty he knows that he will never truly forgive himself for committing, for as long as he lives.

Night after night, Din is haunted by how he had given up the child you both adore beyond comparison, who sleeps peacefully next door, to the Empire for the measly sum of a camtono of Beskar. 

Was that truly all Grogu’s life was worth?

Of course, Din knows that there is no sum in the entire galaxy which would prove comparable to how Grogu has enriched his life.

Even though Din has seen the error of his ways, as he thinks back across the decades and counts his mistakes, Din Djarin knows that he is not a good man. 

Yet, somehow, he has found you. 

You are the greatest blessing to happen to him, matched only by his son.

He thinks of the way you still look at him with such love in your eyes, even after knowing the atrocities he committed in a past life; it almost embarrasses him to be loved in such a manner. 

Somehow, Din has secured your unconditional love. A fact which proves every now and then, both suns shine on a womp rat’s tail. That even the most undeserving of rodents can occasionally have the greatest of fortunes.

Even when the terrors overcome him, you have never contemplated deserting him. No matter how dark and disgraceful the visions he divulges to you are.

When he wakes up yelling for his parents or screaming for Grogu, whom he is momentarily convinced the Empire have recaptured, you are always there to reassure him and to hold him while he sobs; to kiss his pain away with a touch of your soft lips against his tear-streaked cheeks.

Even knowing all he has done, you still look at him as though he is responsible for hanging all the stars which twinkle in the sky above your cabin on Nevarro. 

Din recalls evenings spent on the porch with you outside the unassuming cabin you share by the lava flats of Nevarro. Watching the sun set beneath the horizon as he holds your smaller hand in his, while he admires how your hands fit together as they rest on his lap. He thinks about how smooth your skin is there, how it is so unlike the calloused roughness of his own.

You are softness and humanity in the face of his wickedness. 

A wave of nausea overcomes him. Din is stricken by an overwhelming urge to get away from you. To put some distance between himself and you before he corrupts you with his immorality once more.

He ponders that perhaps he will find some relief on the porch in the dead of night. A solitary figure, save for his thoughts and the ghosts that haunt him. Sitting in total silence, apart from the bugs which chirp in the distance, is an appealing prospect.

So Din slowly swings his legs off the edge of the bunk, careful not to disturb you. He cringes at the way the sheets rustle. It is a minor offence compared to the many sins Din has already committed. Still, he does not want to add disturbing your peace to that list.

He sighs in the darkness as he perches on the edge of the bunk, a forceful exhale which causes his shoulders to droop when he realises you are still sleeping soundly. Din is relieved that you are unaware of his distress. 

He is tantalisingly close to the door when the moment of solace is cruelly snatched away. His careful steps across the wooden floor were evidently not soft enough.

The gentle sound of your voice cutting through the darkness stops him in his tracks. Din turns to face you.

“Din?” you whisper, voice thick and husky with sleep.

The wave of guilt that washes over him is immediate. It threatens to wash him away, to drown him. 

“Go back to sleep, cyare,” Din shakily responds, hoping he sounds convincing to someone so attuned to his every mannerism.

“Did you have another nightmare?” you ask, clearly unconvinced by his display.

Din Djarin may be many things, but he is not a liar. 

Even under the merciful cover of darkness, when he would not have to look you in the eye as he skirted around the truth, he cannot bring himself to lie to you.

“Yes,” Din finally responds. His voice cracks as he struggles under the pressure of admitting his weakness. 

The light is on before he can protest, and you rise from the bed before he can insist that there is no need. Din blinks rapidly for a few seconds as his retinas adjust to the rude intrusion into the darkness.

When his eyes finally focus, you are standing right before him, already moving to gather him into your arms.

It is strange to him, this notion that he ever needed someone to pick him up and dutifully put his shattered pieces back together. A human needing repairs is an alien concept to Din Djarin. While he has always been adept at finding and fixing faults in his impressive arsenal and starships, he was never able to identify his weaknesses and repair himself. Until he found his Clan.

It wasn't until Din saved the kid that he realised he had been running from something for his entire life. Since that terrible day, when he watched over his father's shoulder as the bodies of his neighbours hit the dusty floor. Crumpled heaps, which used to be people until moments ago, were clad in the same distinctive red robes as him. The terror he felt as his parents ran through the streets, determined to save him, their only son. 

On his worst days, Din wonders if their sacrifice was worthwhile. He frets over what they would think if they could see what became of their precious boy. Whether they would be disappointed to see the life he followed. A life of such violence, such mercilessness. 

Your warm presence against him, as you take him into your arms, snaps him back to the present. Din willingly melts into your embrace, relishing the human contact. 

“Talk to me, Din,” you whisper as you hold him to your chest.

When you run your fingers through his hair, he loses all composure and breaks down into small sobs. Din shudders in your arms as you trail soothing fingers through his hair with one hand and rub your hand in circles on his back with the other.

“I don’t deserve you,” he eventually murmurs, voice quivering. 

Din feels the way you shake your head. You gently place your hand underneath his chin and tilt his face up. Din's eyes meet your gaze and he notices how your eyes are full of concern for him. He can hardly look at you, feeling mortified at being studied like this. 

Allowing himself to be vulnerable like this is still so fresh to him. To have his soul laid bare like this is uncomfortable and unnatural.

“You are not the worst things you have ever done, Din,” you whisper as you gently wipe the tears he was unable to prevent trailing a hot path down his cheek with your fingertips, “You cannot change the past. I know that you are a good man, Din, and I love you. All of you. You would not be the man that I adore without those parts of you. For better or worse, they shaped you into the man you are today.”

Din trembles under your gaze, under the weight of your words. Unsure whether he can allow himself to accept the unconditional love you offer so readily to him, time and again.

The tears stream steadily down his cheeks, as you continue to soothe his soul:

“In you, I see a caring father. A considerate man who will do anything to protect his Clan. A fearless Mandalorian warrior who has turned his fighting prowess towards a more noble endeavour. To rid the galaxy of any threats, to build a better life for your son. That is an honourable undertaking, Din.”

“I am not an honourable man,” he scoffs, instantly rebutting such a compliment. He is far too undeserving of such praise.

“You are,” you sigh, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. There is such tenderness in your gaze and in how you touch him that he struggles to keep his emotions at bay. His bottom lip trembles at your next words, “Your life is not defined by your most evil deeds. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I adore you, Din. There is so much of you that is loveable.”

Din sighs. In his current mental state, he is unable to believe your words. Unable to let them sink in, to find solace in your reassurances. He looks away from you, shaking his head in a silent response.

When he finally feels able to find your gaze again, he watches as something shifts in your eyes. A tether of patience snaps. 

There is a firmness in your tone the next time you address him.

“Do you know how empty our lives would be without you? How much the little boy in the other room adores you?" you plead in an exasperated tone. "He’s asleep right now, surrounded by a mountain of plushies that his father bought for him because even though you intimidate most you come into contact with thanks to your appearance, I have seen firsthand that, beneath your armour, you have a pure heart. And you are wrapped around each one of his little green talons.”

At the mention of his son, Din cannot help the way his lips curve upwards, the ghost of a smile crossing against his features. A welcome respite from the tortured look he has worn since he awoke from his nightmare. 

“Grogu adores you, Din. He idolises you. You would do anything to secure his happiness,” you nod, “And mine. How lucky am I to know a love like that?”

“I do love you," Din nods, "And I’m going to spend the rest of my life taking care of both of you,” Din vows, the cracks in his voice replaced with steely determination. 

Din notices the way you seem to loosen at his words, knowing that the man you know and love is gradually returning to you. His insecurities and devastation have been replaced by his determination to protect you from anything in the galaxy which could harm you.

“Then, let’s get some more rest, honey,” you whisper as you press a soft kiss onto Din’s stubbly cheek.

Din nods and laces his fingers with yours, allowing you to lead him the few steps back to the bunk you share. He slides underneath the covers, watching you as you round the bunk to join him. Once you have slid beneath the sheets, you turn the light off and plunge the room back into darkness. 

Yet, the darkness which permeated every atom of Din Djarin’s being has vanished. He can only see the light now. The way your love illuminates every part of his life. How unrelenting, yet not overbearing, the way you adore him is. 

Especially when you gently encourage him to roll over on his side so you can wrap your arms around his tight waist and nuzzle into the centre of his back. Your nose and mouth nestled between his broad shoulders.

Din lets out a sigh of contentment. 

In your arms, there is tranquillity. The necessary remedy which soothes his anguished spirit. 

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Later, when Grogu is finally sleeping soundly after another long day of being doted on by his parents, Din finally makes it to his intended destination. Although he tried to reach the porch in the middle of the night, he would rather be here now. Especially since you are by his side, sitting next to him. It is a moment of rest after a hectic day spent entertaining a hyperactive Force-sensitive toddler with a voracious appetite.

With your presence in his life, Grogu has only continued to flourish. Din’s chest swells with pride as he thinks of his son's progress and all the milestones he has reached. Din knows that being a good father to Grogu is the most important role he will ever fulfil. He treats it with as much seriousness as such a responsibility warrants.

But Grogu is asleep.

Now, it is just Din and you. He smiles as he looks at your hands together, and appreciates how your fingers are intertwined. Din relishes the comfort he draws from your physical presence. He feels soothed by the knowledge that he has hidden nothing from you, that you can still love him regardless of his past transgressions. 

Din looks out across the landscape towards the rolling volcanic hills of Nevarro, dusted a pale pink and orange colour in the fading light of dusk. He thinks about how he will grow old with you here in this little cabin. If fate grants him such an honour. 

He cannot help but smile as he thinks about how you will sit out here on this very porch, holding hands with each other. When his patchy facial hair is flecked with grey and even when it is entirely white. When the wrinkles on his face are as lined and drawn as the crevices which scar the surface of Nevarro. Perhaps Grogu will be old enough to run around by then. Maybe he will have gained the gift of speech.

Regardless, even many rotations from now, Din knows with absolute certainty that he will still think you are the most beautiful sight in the galaxy. Even after years of adoring each other, he will still wonder how he was ever so lucky to be worthy of your love. 

Din is excited to spend the rest of his life proving to you that he is the good man you repeatedly inform him you still see, even amongst all his flaws. It is a heavy task, yet one he relishes. Love had terrified him for so much of his life. When he discovered its beauty, he was determined to make up for lost time.

It is a heavy thought that he may never exhaust his capacity and reach the depths of all the love he has realised he possesses.

For now, though, Din turns his head to look at you, a soft smile lighting up his face as the sunset illuminates his features. The colour has returned to his cheeks. You return the gesture, gently sweeping your thumb across the back of his hand. 

In the fading light, your face glows golden, only accentuating your beauty. Din wonders again how he was ever so lucky to know a love like this. 

Except now, he does not doubt that he deserves it.

Now, Din Djarin allows his chest to be flooded with the warmth he feels when he embraces your love.

He accepts it, even after all the things that he’s done.

[bloodywings]

night remedy

CW/TW!!!: self-doubt, feeling undeserving, I think this counts as anxiety, reader has a breakdown, hurt/comfort, deprecating thoughts. kiribaku x reader, bakugou doesn't talk too much, low-key semi-deaf bakugou, takes place in the future

2.7k words

Gender Neutral, plus size and POC friendly!!

I think that's all! please let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: I started this in September while I was having a breakdown lmao

anyway, thanks for clicking! enjoy!

“2:25” the red numbers of the alarm clock in front of you read. It was becoming too late to sleep by the second. But sleeping was the last thing you could do.

The room was almost silent. The definition of white noise was blaring throughout the room you were in. The soft blow of a fan that was practically always on. The rustling of a plastic bag, barely blowing in the soft wind the fan let off. And two soft sets of breathing. Your lovers lay next to you, Eijirou on the opposite side of you, and Katsuki in the middle.

This became a regular thing within a few months of the start of your relationship with them. A small disagreement ensued. Bakugou had been upset because he rarely got to sleep in the middle. You and Kirishima had both assumed that he wouldn’t have wanted to be. His quirk made him hot very easily, so two sets of body heat didn’t seem comfortable. That’s what the two of you thought anyway.

Turns out the blonde doesn’t like when decisions are made for him.

He had begun thinking that the two of you loved each other more than him. And he snapped one day. Only to be extremely flustered when he realized the truth of the situation.

You and Eijirou still tease him about it every once in a while.

Usually, the memory made you smile. But the weight in your heart made it practically impossible to do so.

A soft stirring from your blonde lover snapped you out of your trance. His arm is placed in a different place around your torso, attempting to get comfortable and stay sleeping. His stirring caused the red-head attached to him to stir a bit as well. but still, both remained sleeping.

The blonde’s breathing was the most prominent of the two. Blowing directly in your ear. But Kirishima might as well have been next to you anyway. His soft snores filled the room, usually, it was like music to your ears.

Usually? Yes, those soft snores have lulled you to sleep on many occasions. Now? You couldn’t focus on the soft breathing of your boyfriend if you wanted to. The dark thoughts were the thing keeping you awake. You took another glance at the clock, “2:41” the red numbers blared at you.

At that moment, you wished that the red hue would swallow you whole. Practically begging for it to take you somewhere where your head was empty, not a single thought. And the only thing surrounding you was the love of the two boys laying in your bed.

“y’know, one day they’re going to get rid of you?” the voice in your head whispered. The same one that had been torturing you for the past few hours. “one day they’re going to realize that you are of no use to them, and then they’ll leave you.” “Shut up” you inwardly groaned. “you’re only saying that because I’m right, they’re going to go off and be happy, without you”

Logically, you knew they loved you. They wouldn’t be with you if they didn’t. But your brain couldn’t help but scream about how worthless you were. How they would be better off with just themselves. Or maybe even a different third person.

Someone that's not you.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the thought. But crying was not a good idea right now. The heaving of your chest might wake up your explosive lover lying peacefully beside you.

So you pulled the blonde’s arm from around you slowly, so as to not wake him. You succeeded, walking slowly to the door. Just trying to go to the living room of your shared apartment to cry, and then come back up as if nothing happened.

But just as you opened the door a groggy voice called out to you. “Where you goin’?” the grouchy blonde questioned. He’d probably woken up from the lack of body heat at his right side. “See, you ruin everything for them, they can’t even get a peaceful night of sleep ‘cause you're a crybaby” the voice taunted.

“I’m just gonna go and get some water,” you responded softly, turning around. whispering as not to wake your other boyfriend sleeping peacefully. “Sorry to wake you,” you mumbled. Katsuki sat up a bit, only to lay back down when the red-head let out a whine. His red eyes were piercing you, they almost made you want to break down.

“m’kay, don’t take too long,” he grumbled, snuggling himself back into the chest of his boyfriend. Which the red-head gladly accepted, wrapping his arms snugly around the blonde.

With that, you made your way to the living room. A place where amazing memories were made, it should have made you happy, but you couldn’t help but feel downhearted.

As you glanced around the room, the standard flatscreen tv caught your eye. It was one of the two that the three of you had to buy.

Memories flooded from when you got the first one. Katsuki had tried to mount the first one himself. Insisting, “You think those extras could do better than me?” And he did it, the TV even held well. He’d even boasted about it, claiming “you idiots should stop doubting me.”

Bakugou ended up eating his words two days later

You had all arrived home at around the same time. Just happy for the day to be over, the gruesome hero work had taken a toll on the three of you.

Only to walk in and see the TV laying on the ground, face first. The screen completely shattered. Your explosive lover expected you and Eijirou to be angry at him. But the two of you were too busy laughing your asses off to scold him for it.

you looked around at the rest of your living room. There were a total of two couches in your living room. One three-seater, and a loveseat. Polaroids strung on the wall brought more tears to your eyes. The pictures varied from the first date you had to the most recent. Each one was dated with Eijirou’s sloppy handwriting.

The very first one was when Kirishima had finally broken down during your second year and spilled his feelings for you two. And you and Katsuki both accepted.

The three of you went on a date to the fair. And Eijirou was so excited, he hadn’t been to one since he was a kid. He was practically bouncing on the train ride there. And he dragged Katsuki and you all around the fairground. Winning prizes for the two of you left and right. From stuffed animals to keychains to a fish that he had won for you.

He wanted to win another for Katsuki, but the blonde claimed “I don’t want some stupid fish that’s gonna die in three days” He scrunched his nose up in annoyance and disgust while declining the red-head's offer. Instead, Eijirou won his boyfriend a large fish plushie, as a replacement for the fish he had won earlier for you.

While your explosive lover claimed to hate it, the stuffed fish sits up at the top of your shared closet.

The most recent one was for your 7th anniversary, it was Katsuki’s turn to plan a date. And he chose to cook and take the two of you to a cliff. Fairy lights were strung on the trees, and a large tent to fit the three of you. Simple, but so thought out. He had brought you two there with just enough time to see the sunset. And then you spent the night in the forest, escaping the city life for just a night.

Those memories are what broke you, they had made you feel so loved and yet you felt as if you didn’t appreciate it. “Do you see what I mean? you don’t even have any faith that they do love you” the voice returned, mocking the thoughts it had implanted into your head.

You found yourself sitting on the three-seater, leaning over, and softly crying into your own hands. Your thoughts running a million miles a minute. You could hardly make them out.

Over and over.

But they all seemed to agree on one thing.

That you were worthless

Every piece of sadness came down on you in waves, from feeling undeserving of their love, to now feeling guilty because they’ve done so much for you, and you still don’t have anything faith in them.

But, nonetheless, you didn’t break down, just small, silent tears, with even softer sniffles.

Though you knew it was unlikely, you didn’t want any chance of either of your lovers catching you in such a vulnerable state.

But little did you know Katsuki had woken back up, realizing you weren't back from the kitchen, and had gotten up to check on you. And much like Katsuki, the lack of body heat had woken up the sleeping giant that lay next to him.

The blonde told his boyfriend to go back to sleep, but his boyfriend refused, mumbling something along the lines of “it's too cold without you.” Or at least that's what Katsuki thought he heard. Ejirou had a habit of speaking the intelligible language when he was half asleep.

The two tired men made their way through the house, with the red-headed giant stumbling the whole way there.

Out on a mission, you lovers made their way down the stairs, passed the front door, through the kitchen, and out to where you sat, with your face in your hands

“Sweetheart?” a tired voice slurred out. You lifted your head from your hands, and through your blurry vision, you see both Eijirou and Katsuki standing in the doorway. Both of them still rubbing the sleep from their vision. The red-head was the one that called out to you.

“What are you doing out here?” Katsuki asked, making his way to you with the sleepy giant not too far behind him. As you looked up at them, Katsuki noticed your cheeks glistening in the soft moonlight that came in through the window.

“Were you crying?” Katsuki questioned. His question caused the red-head's eyes to widen slightly, fully awake and alert after hearing the word ‘crying’’. Eijirou looked at your face, noticing your wet face in the same fashion your blonde lover did.

“Why are you sitting down here, crying to yourself?” Katsuki interrogated, and while you knew that there was no malice behind his question. But you couldn’t help but flinch at his rough tone, you knew he wasn’t actually agitated with you, but his tone of voice was not helping the thoughts screaming in your head right now.

Eijirou nudged the blonde, silently telling him to shut up.

“What Katsuki means is, what's the matter sweets?” the red-haired male queried. kneeling down in front of you. And at that moment, everything came crashing down on you. Your poisonous thoughts, the lack of sleep, the guilt, all of it came crashing on you.

And before you could blink, a racking sob emitted from your chest, which caused both boys to immediately panic. More and more sobs flowed from you like a messy symphony, and to the ears of your lovers, it was like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Just the sound alone was enough for adrenaline to pump through their veins in panic.

“Hey, hey look at me, ____.” Eijirou pleaded. His heart was hammering in his chest. He’d comforted people before, but this was different, he was afraid you weren’t breathing enough with how hard you were crying. But you couldn’t obey his command, you were way too embarrassed to even think of showing your face. After realizing this, your red-headed lover asked “Is it okay if I hold you?” The small nod you gave was enough for Eijirou to pull you into his arms quickly, whispering soft “its okay”-s and “we’ve got you”-s over and over.

You could feel how hard his heart was beating and it only made you feel worse.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was no better, he sat silently, a hand rubbing circles on your back. He didn’t want to say anything that could possibly make the situation worse. He knew his attitude was harsh, and he knew he had a reputation for saying the wrong thing in situations like these. If anyone had walked in on the scene, they would think he doesn’t care. But lord knows he cares a lot, maybe even more than Eijirou, his palms were sweating, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, almost as if it was trying to jump out of his rib cage.

It felt like forever until your sobs slowed down to small coughs and shaky breathing. Now that you were done crying, the situation began to dawn on you. You had woken up your partners in the middle of the night because you were doubting yourself. Sadness began to fade over into embarrassment. You hoped they could just drop this, and you’d go to bed.

But unfortunately, Kirishima was the first to break the silence. “baby? you okay?” he questioned with a strong amount of hesitation. He didn’t want to cause you to break down again. “yeah, ‘m fine” you sniffled softly, snuggling further into the chest of your red-headed lover, attempting to hide from everything that had happened.

Kirishima only hummed as an acknowledgment, trying to find the words to help you. But before the words could make their way into his chest, he heard a soft mumble from you. A very muffled and almost unintelligible, “M’sorry” fell from your lips. It was so soft that Katsuki hadn’t even heard it, which was good for you, he probably would have had your head on a pike for apologizing for something like this.

“There's nothing to be sorry for baby, nothing at all,” Ejirou whispered, one of his hands coming up from your waist to rest on the back of your neck. Rubbing small, comforting, shapes into your skin with his thumb. “like I said, we’ve got you.” your boyfriend reassured, with all of the love he could muster.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Katsuki mumbled into the crease of your neck, where his head had been sitting for a while. A small, “not really” fell from your lips before you could really think about the question.

All you knew was that the thought of speaking about your feelings was enough to make that small knot come to the back of your throat. making it borderline impossible to hold the small tears that welled in your eyes. you blinked, attempting to make them go away, but instead the small droplets were soaked up by Eijriou’s shirt.

After a small amount of silence, your red-headed partner suggested you all go back to bed. As the three of you walked back to your bedroom, well more like your two lovers, Kirishima refused to let you walk, he carried you through the kitchen, into the front doorway, and up the stairs, with Bakugou following not too far behind.

As you entered your shared bedroom, which had grown cold due to the fan being on high speed, you began to feel sleepy. you were fighting your closing eyelids when your lover placed you in the middle of your soft mattress. both men coming to lay on either side of you.

And when their arms wrapped around you, smothering you in between them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. almost as if the love they had was wrapping itself around you, but not in a suffocating way, it had just enough pressure to let you know how much they care for you.

While the love of your boyfriends couldn’t make all your problems go away, it could get you through the night. and that alone made the future seem a little brighter.

A/n: Hii, so how was it? Please let me know in the comments! If you have any ways I can improve as a writer please let me know! (remember there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude)

Notes and reblogs are appreciated

I hope you're having a good day! And if not, I hope tomorrow is better! bye darlings <3

[valeriianz]

A Sweet Romance Beginning In a Queue

a moodboard for one of my favorite Dream x Hob fics by @tj-dragonblade :) this fic is so soft and cozy and easy... i find myself rereading it a lot. so i wanted to make something for it ♥ click the title for the ao3 link!

[weatheredpileoftomes]

breaking bread

Don’t love this, but I’ve been tinkering with it for a few days without satisfying myself and want to get it out there before patch, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Frydlona, post-6.2, ~1000 words. 6.2 spoilers; mention of suicide, referenced canonical familial abuse. Might not make sense without this 6.0 Frydlona fic.

Frydlona considers past mistakes.

“Is aught amiss?” Varshahn asks.

Frydlona startles. One egg slips from her hand and smacks open against the counter. “No, I’m…”

She looks around the kitchen, the dazzling colors of Radz-at-Han. Lively chatter echoes in from the street outside.

“I don’t like this,” she admits, picking up a rag to clean the egg.

Varshahn stands on his toes to look into her mixing bowl. “Should it not be yellow?”

She swipes at the counter with soapy water, fighting the urge to tell him not to put his fingers in the batter for just a quick taste, please Miss Frydlona. “I mean…well, Zero, really. I don’t trust her.”

“And you do not often cook for people you mistrust,” he says.

She shakes her head. “I don’t… I don’t like the idea that she’s being honest with us, and maybe that’s all there is to it. Maybe I’m just being unkind again.” Haurchefant was more than enough for one lifetime.

Varshahn frowns. “You would rather I have offered my hospitality to a traitor?”

Frydlona sets the washrag aside and stares into the bowl. Her own reflection, faint and pale, stares back up at her. “I told you Zenos was alive when I left him. If she’s telling the truth, that he forced her into slavery and only his death freed her… He saved my life. He saved all our lives. I don’t want him to have died by his own hand again, when maybe I could have done something.”

“I see,” Varshahn says slowly. “And yet perhaps he found a mighty foe, and perished in that struggle.”

Perhaps.

She thinks of reality itself breaking under Shinryu’s assault, of the wyrm with the man’s soul holding her aloft while the Endsinger rained disaster on them both. Midgardsormr could yet defeat him, perhaps.

“And even if not,” Varshahn says, softly, “you cannot bear the weight of every life on this star.”

Frydlona sighs and picks up another egg, then—looking at Varshahn, and thinking about Estinien—three more.

“So this custard bread is an apology for thinking ill of her?”

The eggs crack open in her hands with a neat thunk. “Back at the end of the Doman campaign, we had… Yotsuyu goe Brutus lost her memories in the taking of Doma Castle. She’d done horrible things, but she didn’t remember any of them, and she didn’t want to do them again. She’d been so cruel, and it was all—it was all just because the world had been cruel to her. She was just like a child.”

Varshahn, who knows the shape of the war but maybe not the details, nods thoughtfully.

“I didn’t trust her at first, but Yugiri swore it was no act. She wanted… She played with toys, she wanted to bring the people she cared about little gifts to make them happy.”

“Yet she returned to Garlemald.”

Frydlona’s mouth flattens; she has to relax her jaw before she can continue. “Lord Hien told the Garleans that if her memories returned he would return her to them. He told his own people, in front of her—with her listening, still confused and frightened about why everyone hated her—that if her memories returned he would kill her.”

“I…see,” Varshahn says slowly. Frydlona looks at him, so small with such wide eyes, and thinks of Vrtra curled up behind his curtains. He loves Radz-at-Han and all of Thavnair, for all he makes himself someone to be treated gently—not feared, not even held in awe, just cared for. She thinks he would have done better. That means better could have been done.

She tosses the eggshells in the scrap basket and picks up a fork to scramble the eggs with. “And then her memories returned, thanks to a cruel trick of Elidibus’s. She killed the people who’d hurt her all her life and were planning to do it again and once she’d done that she thought she had no choice.”

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Varshahn bow his head. “Ah.”

“I’ve killed people myself,” Frydlona says. The eggs are a brilliant gold in the bowl, brighter than the ones she grew up gathering in La Noscea. She looks down at them instead of this dragon-boy, too old for her troubles and looking too young to tell them to. A splash of coconut milk dulls their brightness. “Some of them for not as good a reason. If she hadn’t thought she had no choice but to be as bad as everyone said she still was…”

“And thus you wish to do what you can to prevent another tragedy,” Varshahn says. “For her sake as well as your companions’.”

Frydlona thinks of looking Lord Hien in the face and lying to him: she’s dead, we need to get out of here before this place collapses. Thinks of how easily it could have been true, or how easily she could have failed to stop Tsukuyomi from draining Doma of aether and killing or tempering everyone there, the Scions included. You can always kill someone later, or try. You can’t bring back the dead.

She doesn’t say any of that to the satrap of Radz-at-Han. She just nods. He’s right, in the end. The details don’t matter.

“This is a traditional recipe from where I grew up,” she says instead. “With, um, a few ingredients swapped out. I thought it would be nice to let her try all kinds of food. If Estinien can think of anything he’d like to offer”—or to have again himself—“I can try to make that too.” Y’shtola was raised by Sharlayans, and Frydlona draws the line at feeding anyone Sharlayan food unless they asked for it on purpose.

“A kind thought,” Varshahn says, and nods approvingly as Frydlona spoons some palm sugar into the bowl. “And I will be sure her guards stay alert for trouble.”

I hope I’m wrong, she thinks, and I hope I’m not wrong. She doesn’t know what she hopes. All she can do is add some sweet Thavnairian cinnamon to the batter and start slicing bread, made in an unfamiliar oven with unfamiliar flour and hope that somehow, some way, this at least works out.

[imthegayone]

Missing Jenna Playlist

Summary: Without your girlfriend's comforting presence, you take to youtube to find any form of comfort. Luckliy for you, your girlfriend is a celebertiy with a lot of interviews to watch.

Warrnings: None, just fluff, and maybe some errors

Author's Note: Thank you for the love on my last fic, seeing how many of you enjoyed it has really helped me feel more motivated to write. So again, thank you and I hope you enjoy. 🩵

Word Count: 1255

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If anyone asked about your comfort playlist full of your girlfriend’s interviews, you’d deny it. Even as said playlist made an appearance in your watch history when she was away filming. 

It had been a particularly hard time spent away from each other when you gave in and made the list. Jenna was so busy that she barely had time to call or FaceTime like usual, not that your conflicting timezone was helping any either. You weren't getting any sleep, realizing just how much your girlfriend’s voice and presence had on your ability to do so. 

At first it was just one of her Wednesday interviews with Emma. Hearing both of them laugh and joke brought you back to the time you had a sleepover together while visiting Romania. It was comforting hearing her raspy voice coax you into a deep sleep. But it would always end too soon, just as you would start to drift off, they were saying goodbye and the video would end. 

So you’d search ‘Jenna Ortega Interview’, a hundred options popping up. You had your favorites and your least favorites. The ratings mostly consist of how much Jenna talked in them and the ones you knew she was excited to have done. 

One day after a week of not hearing Jenna’s voice from her phone calls you wanted your favorites to comfort you. But they were all scattered around, some from Wednesday press junket, Scream 6, her promoting her book, it was too many to just queue every time so you decided a playlist would be good. 

It’d keep everything together, no random videos to play afterwards, just all your favorite interviews in one place. You only did it as a convenience, not because you were desperate for her to be by your side, or anything. Just, supporting your girlfriend while she promoted her recent work. Plus you were tired, and fewer things to select so you could fall asleep to the sound of Jenna’s comforting voice was obviously the better option.

Maybe the playlist started to see the light of day however. Not only being played on your phone as it sat on the mattress next to you. But as the days went on you’d play it on the tv as you cooked, cleaned, or read a book. It basically became your favorite form of podcast without even being one. 

It started to become a routine, you’d come home from work, fix something to eat and watch a show you recently started, until you’d begin to miss her. Your fingers expertly pressing every button needed to enter YouTube and reach your playlist, as if it was second nature. 

It was one of those days, watching Jenna and Melissa die laughing at something Courtney said, the sound of keys unlocking your front door catching your attention. You perk up like a puppy hearing the bag of their favorite treats being opened. “Baby?” You hear the voice you’ve been wanting to hear for weeks and shoot up from your seat. 

Your socked feet against the hardwood making your trek to the door more uncoordinated than usual. “Hi, baby.” You say a little out of breath, a smile gracing both of your faces. “Hello.” She replies, cupping your face and pulling you down into a smiling kiss. You wrap your arms around her pulling her even more into you, your body buzzing with happiness. She sighs as she wraps her arms around your neck, tucking her head in the slope of your neck. 

“I didn’t know you’d be coming home so soon.” Not that you were complaining at all.

“We got a week off of filming and I wanted to see you.” Tightening her grip around your shoulder you feel her relax as you start to sway side to side. “I’ve missed you so much.”  You couldn’t be happier at hearing she felt the same. 

“I’ve missed you too.” Just as you couldn't feel any more at home, your heart sinks as you hear Jenna’s laugh, but it wasn’t coming from Jenna in your arms. No, it was Jenna prompting Scream months ago. You can’t believe you forgot to turn the tv to literally anything else. Jenna pulls away confused, you try pulling her back into you but she pulls away fully walking towards your shared living room. This is a great time to have the floor swallow you whole, you think. 

“Hey, why don’t we put your clothes up and get ready for bed. I’m sure you’re so tired and wanna sleep the rest of the day away. That sounds like a great plan, right?” Unfortunately, she continues on her way, towards the sound of her own voice. Your only comfort being the sly smile she gives you over her shoulder. She stops when she sees what’s on the tv and you sigh. You’ve been caught, and now you are gonna have to hide away for the rest of your life.  

“Did this just come on by itself?” You nod not making eye contact with her. “Yep, it just came on. I guess it got recommended after I watched the roundtable interview.” 

“Oh really?” You hum in agreement, your hands start to sweat as she looks back at you with a mischievous smile. “You didn’t just really miss me?” 

“You don’t even know.” That wasn’t suppose to come out, but it made her smile grow bigger. Her fingers reach out and grasp the hem of your shirt. Her smile and eyes softening at your admission, she pulls you in, her big brown eyes looking up at you takes your breath away for the millionth time. 

Your hand comes up and cradles her neck as your thumb rubs against her jaw bone. It’s quiet for a moment as you just take each other in. You lean down pressing your lips to hers. When you pull away her mischievous smile is back. “You missed me.” She singsongs, you lovingly roll your eyes. “Maybe a little.” 

She pulls you towards the couch, pushing on your chest until you fall into its pillows. “It’s very sweet that you watch my interviews but I can’t watch myself.” She says as she lays on top of you and reaches for the remote. You're so caught up in finally having her in your arms that you don’t realize what she's about to see. 

“You’re watching a playlist of my interviews?” She looks down at you, then back at the screen. “You made the playlist?” You groan, why didn’t you change the tv, why aren't the cushions swallowing you whole like you hope they would? Trying to hide your blush you hear Jenna giggle on top of you and her kissing your warm cheek. “Baby, you’re so cute. Do you know that?” 

“Shut up.” You mutter feeling even more flustered at her words and kiss. That makes her laugh more. You feel her hand slide up your body and find its resting place on your cheek. Pushing you to look at her, she smiles down at you. 

The overwhelming need to confess your feelings almost takes over but after a year of dating you wanted it to be her choice to say it without pressure. 

“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Relief and happiness floods through you, she said it and she meant it. She loves you. You can’t help but surge up, capturing her lips in a kiss, and confess the same sentiment you felt since you met her against her lips. 

“I love you too, J.” 

[edwinas]

what gets me is that amerie and malakai were never given a chance. first malakai is being secretive and amerie spirals so they break up, then malakai immediately dates someone else leaving amerie heartbroken, they either don't talk or fight, then malakai tries to kiss amerie but she stops him, amerie starts getting feelings for someone else, malakai fucking leave for switzerland and writes amerie a love letter that burns in the school fire.

the saddest part is that amerie and malakai love each other but never confessed..... they never stopped being in love.

[scarlett-ink]

Consider this a teaser since chapter 6 isn’t done yet

(about halfway done and I already cried once writing it so I’m posting this as a little breath/break before going back to writing in a few minutes)

Chapter 5 & 6 art for Eclipse of the Valley without titles

[jackiequick]

Meet The Crew | Fast Five Fanfic 🇧🇷

Pairing: Brian O’Conner x Mia Toretto, Han x Soffi

Pre-relationship: Valentina Toretto x Deckard Shaw

Setting: Fast Five (2011)

Summary: Being the run for more than 2 years going from country to country, city to city, just to run away and survive. But what happens when Dom comes up with a plan to get their lives on track? Steal from the biggest man in Brazil. Then your gonna need a crew.

Characters: Dom, Brian, Mia, Tej, Roman, Val and etc.

Click here to see information for the rest of her story.

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The last few days have ran cold. After arriving in Brazil, everything took a turn and keeping bigger lives at stack.

First with Val finding out what Mia is pregnant, having not told Brian yet. Then the heist they went on that Vince planned going haywire with Val, Dom and Brian getting caught then running to the safe house. To the argument between everyone on Vince not playing fair, where he left to go do his own thing.

And now!

They were being chased by policemen and Reye’s men across the streets and on top of the building finding themselves hiding out. Dom wanted to spilt up until Mia announced that it wasn’t the best idea.

Brian agreed with Dom, until Val said, “Tell ‘em sis..”

“I’m pregnant.” She said with a smile, out of breath from running across the bay.

Dom and Brian were shocked but happy. Hell, Brian was overwhelmed with joy fulling his best girl into a kiss. Val told them that they needed to stick together cause they’re family just got bigger.

It was settled that night by the boys while the girls slept that they had to stop running now. Make a life for themselves. So it was made to get their earning attention and some cash. Buy they’re freedom.

But they needed a team.

The next day, they planned as well as they could looking above the city.

“Okay let’s run through the basics.” Brian said leaning against his girl with a smile.

“First we need a chameleon. Someone who can blend in.” Dom said winking at Val and added, “Anywhere and can handle themselves.”

Soffi and Han were on they’re mind from the last heist.

“What else?” Mia asked.

“Hmm. A fast talker.” Dom said, “Someone who can bullshit they’re way out of anything.”

“I got that!” Brian announced with a smile.

His mind went to Roman.

“This guy has a lot of surveillance, so we need someone who’s good with circuits.” Mia added, meaning Tej could do the job.

“And with those circuits, Reyes is gonna have walls. We’re gonna need guys to punch through those walls.” Val told them with a nod.

Leo and Santos could do it.

“Hmm. Weapons and utilities.” Val added smiling.

Giselle was skilled for that.

“And last but not least. Two precision drivers. Two guys who won’t crack under pressure.” Dom said with such pride in his voice and a grin at only grew by the second.

“Oh you know we got that!” Brain repiled with a teasing grin that match his friends.

That left Val and Mia with research and experienced planning.

———

24 hours later. The team came together.

Roman and Tej walked in jokingly insulting each other.

“When you gonna give Martin Luther King his car back?” Roman asked, putting his bag down.

Tej scoffed, “As soon as you give Rick James his jacket back.”

They both cracked a smile, giving one another a bro hug. That was when a motorcycle rolled in, parking right in front of them. It was a women who was riding. The said women got off, removing her helmet as she shake her hair with hearing the guys.

“Sexy legs babygirl, what time they open?” Roman asked with a half smirk.

That was when a handheld gun landed right in between they’re faces, resulting in both men to back up a second.

“They open the same time i pull this trigger. Want me to open them?” Said Giselle with a small grin.

As if on cue, Leo and Santos walked in joking around in Spanish. Roman felt offended as him and Santos started bickering. Tej and Leo brought themselves into the conversation too as Giselle rolled her eyes.

“I thought cock fight were illegal in Brazil.” Han said walking with his girlfriend who smiled at his comment.

“I guess not.” Add Soffi with a smile, glancing up at Giselle.

That was when Dom announced himself with a smile, “I see you all met!” Mia, Val and Brian walked in behind him greeting they’re friends.

Val and Mia ran into Leo and Santos arms for a tight hug, having not seen each other in a while. Brian noticed Soffi standing off to the side, grinning to introduce himself.

“Hey.” He said with a toothy grin, welcoming her to the group.

“Hi..” She replies with a soft smile, noticing a warmth to the blonde that eased her.

“I heard about you.”

“R-really? F-from who?”

“Dom. He talks a lot about his time in the D.R. He said you and Han help him pull a heist there.”

“Oh yeah! It was burning there but we got the job done. I just don’t know why we were called here. I mean, what can i do to help?”

“Dom and his sister said you were like a chameleon. Trying to handle the situation and blend into the crowd?”

That was when Dom spoke over them saying they got a job to do, leading them to a group to debrief. Brian and Dom explained their target along the issues as everyone cut into the conversation.

“Sounds crazy. You brings us to a whole other country so we can rob the dude who runs it? I thought this was business, sounds personal to me. Is this was it is? I got love for y’all but personal ain’t good business. I can’t do this homie.” Roman said turning to walk out.

Val shared a smirk with her brother as she said, “So what we’re talking about is 100 million dollars.”

That’s when Roman stopped in his tracks, spinning around flabbergasted as he exclaimed, “Y-you say wha-? A-a-huna—you see sometimes i be overthinking man. And i know we just met girl, but you just kinda gotta..”

“Roman stop talking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Soffi couldn’t help but snort at his reaction, being a little surprised herself by the announcement of that much money. Brian shared a smile with Mia as Dom kept explaining saying whatever they can take, they split it evenly. It surprised everyone.

Then Soffi stopped to think and spoke up, “As soon as you hit the first one. They’re gonna do everything they can to protect them.”

Giselle and Han added something else, as everyone nodded to their reason.

“Exactly.” Dom simply said with a smile, planning on what to do.

With that being said, the guys went to Reyes underground place to make themselves known, that they mean business. Burning his money and coming up with the next part of the plan. As well as keeping eyes on the police department scanners. Then the plans were set into motion.

The guys did the heavy duty part like breaking into police station to see the safe they would steal, placing extra cameras around town, and searching for extra ways to get around the city. Han and Val even ordered in a replica of the safe to replace with during the heist.

Because he’s hella rich.

Roman was eating while watching them work. Tej looked over his shoulder to see Val sitting by the stairs holding a pin and needle. She was pulling some fabric together, having a placement made for their safe.

“Girl what are you doing?” Tej asked, holding up his stack of paperwork.

“Isn’t it obvious? Tini is going to the beach later haha!” Roman exclaimed with a laugh, which earned him a glare.

“Who told you that nickname?” Val said glaring at him playfully.

“Brian. I think he told the others too.”

“Remind me to whoop his ass later.”

“What? Its cute!”

“What’s cute?” Said a voice that belong to Soffi, who was snacking on a bag of chips.

“Tini!” Roman yelled.

“Who’s Tini?”

“Vally over here!”

Val groaned shared a look with Tej who snorted at her annoyance.

It clicked for Soffi as she gasped with a smile, “That’s you nickname? I didn’t know that!”

“I’mma kill Brian..” She muttered, “Only he ever used that nickname before. Now y’all know.”

Tej chuckled, “Welcome to my world! Roman will never shut up about it now.”

“It’s cute! I-I like it.” Soffi said, noticing the fabric in her hand, “Uh, w-what’s with the bikini? A-are you going to beach?”

“That’s what i said!” Roman yelled once again chuckling, “If so babygirl, can i come?”

“No, I ain’t going to be beach. Someone else will. Since Tej said the safe needs Reyes fingerprints, and we can’t exactly get them..” Val said, looking at the tech genius.

“…you’re gonna swipe his handprints to use it against the piggy bank’s system. Smart girl!” Tej said, finishing her sentence.

“Exactly! Han and Soffi are up.”

“Wait seriously? R-right now?” Soffi said, looking over her shoulder to see Han.

He leaning against the wall with a smirk hearing his name as he chatted with Giselle.

“Nice. I like the easy stuff.” Han added with a smirk and kissing his girlfriend’s cheek, “See you outside babe.”

“I-i-wait! Han! Ugh!”

“Time to work our magic baby!”

He walked out with a grin that made her blush. Roman and Tej teased the girl for blushing. Soffi was a little confused about the actions she would take until Val pulled her aside into a room to change. Soffi was gonna wear the purple bikini and Giselle was gonna be there in the background as back up, just in case.

But it was her case to do.

She was a little worried it won’t go well however she saw the look in Val’s eye. A look of bravery and courage that would result in confidence for the task.

Val even joked, “Honey i seen you in action. It’s easy.”

“Alright, alright. Give me the towel.” Soffi replies joking, snatching the towel out of her hands and run out.

All Val can do was laugh as she went back to hanging out with Tej and Roman. She knew Soffi, Han and Giselle would get the job done they’re own way, but it was time for that to wait.

However that didn’t mean Val wasn’t gonna have some fun herself, heading out to buy extra drinks and catching a ride to the exact spot where Giselle told there they would be.

She stayed nearby the palm tree with Giselle watching them, reading the room then quickly walked away.

Han was snacking on some chips and chatting with Soffi who sipped her drink. They were eyeing Reye and the group on the high deck of the guesthouse across of the low end the beach. The pair were flirting and chuckling, wondering what was the man’s plan.

“I make six bodyguards.” Han said, glancing over his the guest shoulder.

“Seven.” Soffi added watching them, “The guy with the fanny pack is a tourist.”

“You think we should stay here after this is over?”

“Sure! I like the beaches here but you should watch your habits first.”

“Huh? What did i do?”

“You quit smoking, babe. I’m happy you did! But the snacks you were eating today, a lot more than usual.”

“I know. I’m handling it. I’m getting better.”

“I know and I’m glad you are.”

Han noticed the men on the stairs and sighed, “Well this is a real bust. We can’t get his fingerprints out here. Call Val, do some more reconstruction on the plan.”

“No..I don’t want to do that.” Soffi said, looking at the house and her outfit for a moment.

“She will understand. Giselle is here, we can try to do something else as we figure something out.”

“Or..um..uh-l-let me t-try something here. P-please?”

“Y-you sure?”

“Y-yeah. Watch out for me.”

Soffi took a breath, not wasting a second as she let the towel fall off her body and onto the floor. She smiled to herself feeling good swaying her hips walking away from the table in her purple bikini.

At that same time, Giselle followed beside her with a wink wearing her own valued bikini.

Han was left with his jaw dropped onto the ground, his fingertips stopped before ever reaching his mouth with the bag of nuts. He smiled softly to himself, biting his lower lip chuckling.

“Damn.” He muttered to himself.

The man speechless in place as both women walked over to the open house party, past the guardsmen smiling.

Soffi sat on the armrest of the chair where Reyes sat with a smile, as Giselle rested her hands on the shoulder of Reyes friends. She laughed at his jokes. Meanwhile Soffi smiled chatting with Reyes as he placed his hand on her bottom against the fabric of the bikini.

Han raised an eyebrow at his movements, rolled his eyes at the action with a grin.

She got the handprint.

“Nice.” Han muttered with a nod, waiting for them to finish to head over to the beach.

———

Later on the trio returned back to the bunker to find Roman and Tej working on the vault. They were confused once they returned with nothing but two bikinis in hand. One purple and one red.

Both men looked confused. Until Soffi lit a flashlight over the bikinis Giselle and Han were holding. Two handprints for extra measurements. In result the guys smirked and joked.

Tej smirked, “So did he just smack the ass or did he grab and hold on to it?”

Roman laughed as Soffi smirked waving the flashlight at both men jokingly.

————

Some stuff happened afterwards. Almost getting caught by the cops resulting in them putting a tracking on their trucks and testing how fast they were in the cars for the heist drifting away as quick as possible. But no one was fast enough, but it’s because they need certain cars to get past the city with ease.

Police cars.

So the boys went off, expect for Santos and Leo, to search for them. Meanwhile the girls stayed by relaxing, chatting about what they would do with their money.

Giselle wanted to go sightseeing without watching her back. Valentina wished for the ability to travel the word and have her own small adventure. Soffi wanted to open up a small shop to bake and sell her favorite treats, using the money left over for something special. Mia just wanted to relax at a small beach house and have her own little thing going on before she left to go to the store.

If only they could clear they’re names just as quickly.

By the same time she returned from the store as the boys did. They were racing in cop cars, with Brian winning against Dom. But Mia returned with a certain someone. Vince.

Everyone stood up in defense and confusion about his return. Some didn’t even know who Vince was but stood up to protest against against the man. Mia was trying to explain what exactly happened as they thankfully listened.

But Val was ready to pounce at Vince, it took Soffi and Tej to hold her back as she yelled at her oldest friend. Brian was about to get in Vince’s face wanting some more answers until Dom shut both of them up. Calling his oldest friends over to help him fix the car to talk, letting everyone cool down and allow Vince to eventually join in their plans.

Eventually everyone did. Cooking dinner for one another, bringing out more chairs and couches to sit on, extra tables and a radio. Some sat around tinkering with items, Dom was fixing one of the cars with Vince and Brian meanwhile Roman, Tej and Han talked. Everyone was speaking with the idea what would they do with their millions of dollars.

—————

Everyone had plenty of ideas. Some traveling, going to Las Vegas, getting cooking classes, buying houses and so much more. Tej wanted to start his own business to fix cars and not let people get ripped off.

“You peoples dreams are to start day jobs?!” Roman exclaimed, looking at them like they crazy.

Mostly looking Tej like he was just talking crazy for suggesting that idea in the first place.

Soffi crossed her arms, “What’s so wrong about that, Roman?”

“Everything! Y’all got money, use to the buy luxury gifts and items like you couldn’t afford before.” Roman said, sipping his drink.

“So what will you do then, Roman?” Valentina added, standing next to her friends with Giselle behind her grinning.

So in result the man explained how he do plenty of things, from buying himself suits to his very own plane. All the girls smirked and laughed, teasing Roman that they will try to steal the planes and jets for they’re own plans. Tej and a few of the others rolled their eyes chuckling.

Val grinned saying she will use Roman’s jets to travel the world and such. From Italy to Cuba to Hawaii and a sweet return to the Dominican Republic. Soffi and Giselle saying they will join her, suggesting France as well. A mini girls trip, including Mia and the others.

Roman jokingly got offended and rolled his eyes teasing them back, going to get everyone refills as they waited for dinner to be served. However once he stopped at Brian and Mia, he got hella confused. Mia kept saying she can’t drink and Brian insisted, leaving Roman with odd look on his face.

Until Brian rubbing his girlfriend’s nonexistent bump as Roman’s eyes lit up. It clicked.

“Ohh! Are you serious right now?” Roman exclaimed with bug eyes and a cheeky grin turning to Dom, “Is that the reason you let him beat you in the quarter mile? Hahaha that was a baby gift!”

Mia was giggling brightly.

Brain looked at his best friend, trying to defend himself and said, “No, that’s messed up.”

“That was a baby gift.” Roman repeated with a growing grin

“No, your not taking that from me.”

Tej walked up with a smirk acting all chill and asked, “Wait wait wait, hold on a second. So, did he just smack that ass or did he grab it?”

Val smirked bursting into laughter as she rubbed Brian’s shoulder jokingly and walked over to Dom. She grinned seeing they’re friends all congratulate Brian and Mia on the pregnancy.

Mia stayed hugging Soffi and Giselle the longest.

“Baby gift, huh?” She asked teasing him smiling, “Wanna explained?”

Brian followed behind her giving Dom a look, wondering the same thing as they both shared a matching smile.

“Baby gift?” Brian repeated.

“I have no idea what they’re talking about.” Dom replies with a smile, shrugging.

“Yeah sure.” Val added.

Once everything died down still celebrating the new, Dom called everyone to circle back for he can give a small toast.

Everyone chuckled, giving small smile to each other and leaned against the other person enjoying the moment.

Each member had a drink in their hands as they looked up to listen to the man who put all of this together.

Dom took a breath took as he look around the room and then spoke, “Money all come and go, you know that. But the most important thing in life will always be the people in this room. Right here. Right now. Salute mi familia.”

“Salute.” Said everyone raising their beer bottles, as you heard the light cling once they were brought together in a circle.

Everyone smiles, some sipping their drinks and others lean against the person next to them for a tight squeeze.

It was real.

They’re all here in Brazil.

Together.

And they’re finish off the week pulling off an heist.

It’s gonna be nuts.

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The Songs of Freedom Chapter 6: Silver Linings*

Characters: Sarentu OC named Kirani, and So’lek  

Synopsis: The night before the ambush you and So’lek finally confess your feelings toward one another and seal the deal

Warnings: Finally some delicious smut so 18+ 

Word Count: 4.3k

You practically melt into his touch feeling his heart beat thump against your ear like a melodic drum. You lay your head onto his chest feeling his breaths rise and fall. “Can I ask you something?” You quietly whisper. You feel him stir slightly, “hmm” He responds softly. You gaze up to him, now eye level, “Have you ever been in love?” You watch as his expression turns from his relaxed state, to inquisitive, as his ears flick. A few moments of hesitation, he swallows, “yes a very long time ago..” He stares longingly into your eyes, a pang of disappoint shoots into your chest.

Of course he’s been in love, he’s experienced more life than you. While you were locked away in cryo he was out in the forest calling to his lovers. You look down in your lap and then back to him. “Oh..” He immediately notices your change in demeanor regretting his honesty just slightly, “Hey, it was many years ago, I was young and reckless. My heart has made place for someone new..” He whispers softly.

Your ears perk up curiously to his last string of words, scooting closer to him. Unable to halt the wheels spinning in your head you shoot another question. “How many lady lovers have you called to?” With a devious yet jealous smirk on your face, So’lek knows he’s in for it. With a deep sigh he knows the only way you’ll be satisfied is with transparency. “You really want to know?” He looks to you stoically. “Yes.” You respond without hesitation. So’lek chuckles and pulls you in closer, taking a deep sigh. “Six, I have laid with six women. But they meant nothing to me. All I ever wanted was to feel. In the heat of the moments, when all I felt was pain and anguish they were there. But Kirani, that was all it ever meant.” 

You stare at him curiously, as his expression softens a bit. “Okay…” You respond with gritted teeth. “What?” He gently hooks his thumb to your chin. “It’s nothing… it’s just.. call me jealous. Even though they were meaningless hookups they still got to experience your touch before me..” You say sadly. So’lek winces at your words gripping your waist tighter, “You’re making it sound a lot worse than it is.” He chuckles. “It was just passing flings, pleasures of the flesh. Nothing more nothing less Kirani. If I could take it all back I would. For you.” Your eyes widen at his confession. Smiling to yourself that he’d rather erase his time with them just for you. “Answer my next question then…” You whisper in his ear… His eyes close in on yours squinting suspiciously, “What?” He grunts out. “Did you ever make love to them?” You gaze deeply into his eyes. So’lek freezes at your question, his breath catching in his lungs. He hesitates for a moment before clearing his throat, “No, I never made love to any of them.” He mutters hoarsely. 

Your ears flick back and forth, “Truly?’ You ask in surprise. He simply nods, his expression softens a bit looking into your eyes, “yes truly. I’ve never actually made love to anyone before. And you’re the first person who I’ve wanted to do that with.” His confession takes both of you by surprise, as be caresses your hips softly. “How would you even know how to do it?” You laugh with the fuchsia blush creeping onto your cheeks. He rolls his eyes in amusement with a smirk on his face, “I think I could figure it out.” You feel as his fingers move up to your stomach drawing circles on your flesh. 

“I’ve heard enough of the rumors to know what to do…” He voice is husky. You bite down on your lip hard, to prevent the growing moan from escaping your mouth as you feel his hot breath fan your neck. “I’m serious!” You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist tightly. Gripping you so that you turn towards him, he grabs the back of your head gently, “So am I. I know what to do..” He mutters softly.

“Give me a hint…” You move closer, to nibble his ear. So’lek can’t help but let out a soft groan at your little action, as he feels his body shudder with blooming desire. His mouth reaches the shell of your ear, “It involves touching.. and paying very close attention…” He whispers seductively into you ear, as his fingers trail up and down your spine. “What else?” You can’t help but quietly moan. 

He grins at the sound you make, with hot jolts of electricity riveting through his whole body. He then moves his mouth against your neck breathing in your scent, “It involves taking your time…slow meaningful movements…” As his lips graze your soft skin.

“Is that so?” You begin to kiss his neck as a tease. He sighs loudly, instinctively tilting his head to give you better access. “No.. that’s not all.” His gravelly voice mutters out. It’s clear he’s struggling with his composure as you are, but continues. “There’s also a lot of different noises…” He whispers out. It takes everything in you to not concede right then and there, as your eyes roll into the back of your head. “What kind of noises?” He smiles, moving his lips back to the shell of your ear, “All kinds…” His tongue begins to trace the shell of your cartilage, slowly flicking in and out. “Like the breathless wanton kind…” He moans.

“Oh yeah?” A delicious shiver ripples down through your spine, feeling the fire burn in between your legs, growing hotter and hotter. So’lek releases a low guttural moan, causing both your bodies to shudder as a result. His hands snake around your waist as his breath grows ragged. “Mmm yes.. like that…” He growls. 

His tongue slowly moves from your ears, down to your neck once more nipping you gently. You can’t help but whine out, louder than before. “So’lek… I..” Your lust filled eyes gaze into his, both hooded with the burning desire to succumb to your deepest primal urges. He grips you tightly lifting you off the bed and into his lap, causing you to straddle his pelvis. He groans loudly at the feeling of your hips buckling against his, trying to keep you still. “Ah fuck.” He moans out. “Not so fast Kirani…” He grunts with a strained voice.

Lost in your personal quest to scratch the itch that is grinding into So’lek you shake your head and press your forehead into his, slumped in frustration. “What is it?” You pant out. He takes a deep breath clinging to the last bit of his sanity, desperate to regain his control as his grip tightens even more. “I am trying not to lose myself here. I don’t want to move too fast.” His eyes flickering into yours for a fleeting moment, “But you’re making it so damn difficult with those little noises you make..” He grits his teeth. “Did I do something wrong?” You ask shyly. Your question seems to shake him out of the spell he’s under, causing him to shake his head and laugh. “No! You did nothing wrong.” He takes a deep breath 

“Then what is it?” You ask delicately. “You… the sound of your voice, your eyes, the way your skin feels against mine, those lips of yours…” He struggles. “It’s getting me all worked up..” He huffs. Your eyes squint as you laugh “Isn’t that a good thing?” He laughs with you, as your eyes meet again, bringing his hand up to your braids and tucking them gently behind your ear. “It is, but I don’t want to rush this. I want it to be special for you..” He speaks in a hushed tone. You bat your lashes slightly and bring your lips to his ear, “I have another question?” He just hums “Hm?” You smile, “Do you want to make love to me?” You gaze back into his eyes, without any hesitation, “Yes. More than anything” He responds confidently. You smirk, and cling to his biceps tightly, wiggling in his grip… “You have no idea how badly I want you right now Kirani..” He moans

“Then show me. Make love to me… So’lek…” You mutter. In that moment, you watch as his pupils dilate completely. All that’s left is a small golden ring where his pupils drown it out, matching your eyes in return. “Of course… I would do anything for you… you know that?” He whispers almost to himself, totally lost in his yearning. He leans forward, kissing you madly, as he plunges his tongue inside. Both of your moans fill the room with mouth watering symphonies. “Fuck” You moan into his mouth. He pulls back with a loud smack as your lips separate, “So responsive…” He groans in satisfaction. 

You feel as his hands snake their way down to your thighs, clasping your skin securely. “I think this is where we take off our clothes…” You bite his ear. A loud guttural moan escapes from him, “I think you’re right.’’ His breathing grows labored as does yours. You watch as he gently removes your beaded garments from your chest, raising your arms in aiding him. He leans down to untie the strings to your loincloth, hastily undoing them with his nimble fingers. Your tail lashes behind you with anticipation, as his hands move to your back to releasee you from your confinements. 

His eyes roam your now naked form, drinking you in as his breath catches in his throat, “Stunning…” He manages to whisper. He brings his hands forward to gently cup your breasts, trailing them over your hardened nipples. “Oh…” You squeak I delight. You can’t wait another second and sloppily remove his kevlar vest and chuck it across your room causing him to chuckle loudly. Your hands weave his own loincloth and remove it as fast as your fingers can move, as he lifts up his hips to assist. With one swift movement you release the material as you watch his bare cock spring out and slap his chiseled stomach. “Oh shit.’’ You mutter to yourself. Your jaw goes slack at the sight of it, long and thick with a slight curve with his swollen balls hanging underneath. Your eyes gaze to his pink swollen tip leaking with pre cum. His shaft has slight ridges and curves scattered with the beautiful bioluminescence like a map, with the layer of foreskin covering the the head. 

So’lek watches your amusement and laughs “Impressed?” He smirks. You nod your head and look to him, “something like that…” You respond out of breath. He grins at your response, his eyes locking with yours. “That’s supposed to go inside of me?” You chuckle nervously. He sees the change in your demeanor and cups your face. “We will take it slow. As slow as you need Kirani. You’re in control here.” He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek easing your mind in the process. “I know. I want this, more than anything.” You smile.

His eyes roam your body once more, in complete awe of you “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life..” He whispers softly. He brings your face to his, in another kiss, softer than before. Filled with years of yearning and desperation as you battle each other for dominance. “I can’t believe you’re mine” He moans out. “I’m not yet…” You pull apart as the idea floods your mind. You do the unthinkable and reach behind your head to your braided queue and bring it forward. A small gasp of realization escapes So’lek’s mouth, immediately recognizing the significance of what you’re implying. He grips your waist so tight, afraid he might lose you. “Kirani are you sure?” He croaks out hoarsely, feeling his body tense up.

Without needing to think twice you nod your head enthusiastically, “More than anything.” You watch So’lek mirror your action grabbing his queue and bringing it closer to yours. Your hearts race, practically beating out of your chests, as he takes a moment to look into your eyes. “I can’t wait another moment…” His eyes being to pool with tears, watching as you bring your queues closer and closer, the tendrils desperately seeking union as they dance into the air towards each other. You both take a shakey breath watching the tendrils find each other, clinging for dear life as you make Tsaheylu.

The effects of the bond rip into both of you with a white hot jolt. Your heart skips a beat, the air from your lungs leave, and your brains shoot off fireworks. You feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as images flood your brain with memories; So’lek’s. The distant screaming of Navi, a Thanator growling ferociously, strange people touching So’lek and asking him to stay with them, a beautiful young Na’vi kissing his lips softly followed by pain and anguish. The light leaves the back of your lids as you gasp for air, watching as So’lek does the same. 

You both gather yourselves, quietly soaking in the bond together. Your heartbeats now sync to each other, feeling your atoms now fuse to his in every way possible. Your mate. “It is done..” He pants out pressing his head into the crook of your shoulder. You feel as his own mind floods with emotions a mixture of excitement and pleasure. His lashes flutter open. “Now I’ll make love to you…the right way..” His voice is ragged and strung out, bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss. “Muntxate Wife.” His thought transfers to you instantly, causing a shiver to ripple through your entire body. “Get on your back..” He whispers in your ear. “We will go slow. I know you can handle this..” He smiles confidently. Your body presses into the mattress, hooded eyes gazing to your mate with complete trust. 

You can’t help the way your legs open up for him, inviting him in like this. He gazes down to the sight of your swollen heat and pulsating bud. So puffy from desire and dripping with your juices, “So fucking beautiful.” He moans. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he brings his hands to slowly caress your breasts once more, he lowers his face down to suckle lightly on your nipple taking into his mouth as he sucks and sucks rolling his tongue against the perky bud. With his free hand he massages your other breast roughly. Your body can’t help but arch into him, begging for more. “Fuck..” He moans around you nipple. “I need to get you ready, it’ll hurt a little okay?” Your head perks up slightly, as you watch him get on his knees. With a quick movement he spreads your legs as wide as they can go, “Baby please.” You moan out desperately. 

He chuckles softly and lowers his face, his nose nuzzles into your swollen clit causing a shock of electricity to surge through your body. “Tell me, have you touched yourself?” He moans into your heat, you feel his hot breath fan against your bud causing you to wiggle in his grasp. “I… once. Since coming here, in the shower..” You moan out. “Good girl…” He groans. “Did you use your fingers?” He brings his own to create small circles on your puffy pearl, “Fuck! No. Not really. Just humped… my hand a little." You struggle to respond.

He watches your every move, smirking slightly completely clouded with his lust. “I need to stretch you out a bit before we do this baby. Just a few fingers, can you do that for me?” He huffs out. “Yes! Just hurry So’lek please!” He laughs and brings his mouth even closer to your begging heat, “such a needy little thing.” He moves his fingers into a come here position lining at your entrance, “Take a breath for me Kirani, and relax this will make it easier.” He coos to you gently. You follow his instructions to the best of your ability watching as he waits for your consent. “Okay..” He sends a positive affirmation through the bond, easing your mind more, watching as he slowly plunges his fingers into your silky walls. 

With little to no resistance at all he finds his hand knuckle deep inside, causing you to whimper loudly “Ah!” The foreign sensation feels good once you quickly adjust, finding your shoulders go slack. So’lek feels you relax and curves his fingers a bit more and moving slowly. “You like that baby? Feel that?” He teases you. 

With the perfect curve of his fingers and pace, you find your belly itching more and more. “Oh shit…So’lek what’s happening” You whimper out. He can feel the impending twitch of your first orgasm building through Tsaheylu as he moves faster, “That’s it baby. You’re going to cum Kirani, it’s natural. You’re going to cum for your mate?” He growls 

“Yes!” Your body begins to writhe faster and faster, watching while So’lek lowers himself onto his stomach. Bringing his nose into your clit he pokes his tongue out for a tentative lick and suckle on your swollen bud. The sensation alone causes a surprise climax from you as you scream out and grip onto his hair. “Oh fuck!” You screech. As your body twitches and you soak his face in your nectar he continues to lap everything up greedily. “Mmmm, if I wasn’t so determined to make love to you, I’d spend all day tasting that sweet pussy of yours…” He groans into your silky walls. Your eyes roll back as you hump into his face, feeling the last bit of your high level out. “So’lek…” You smile and sprawl out.

He shivers to the sound of your voice, rising up off his stomach to get a good look at you. You look up to see his face completely soaked in your juices, watching as it drips down his chin. He stares at you, “Look at you…” he groans. You rise up to sit, as he snakes his hand around the back of your head for a sloppy kiss. Tasting yourself on him ignites a fire inside, moaning in unison. “Kirani…” He mutters through his clenched teeth. “Let me make love to you…” He nips your neck. “Oh shit.” You squeak out. He bucks his hips into your stomach feeling the steel rod hard on practically throbbing with an unbridled hunger. “Next time” He chuckles feeling your thoughts of wanting to explore. 

You chuckle and kiss him again knowing that right now, two lost souls finally merge. “Get on your back baby..” He whispers confidently, as the energy in the room switches at a lightning speed. He guides you down, caging you in with his larger frame. “You have no idea how much you truly mean to me..” He grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head, feeling his uncontrolled thoughts rush into yours; love. He loves you. You watch his eyes intently, as you both bore into each other’s souls. “Nothing else has ever mattered until you. And no one… Kirani….I love you..” His lip trembles with complete vulnerability his control slipping away from him wholly. 

You feel a tear spatter onto your check, never once leaving each other’s eyes, “It’s okay… I’m here. I love you too..” You croak out with utter devotion. He smiles and looks down to his throbbing length begging to sink into you. With a silent nod of your head, he removes a hand from your wrist, and slowly guides himself into your entrance. You subconsciously halt your breath, feeling his swollen tip break into your flesh with a quick pinch. “Agh” You both moan together. With one swift movement he sheathes himself entirely, inside your silken walls he buries his cock with ease. “You’re doing so good for me..” He brings his face into the crook of your neck waiting for your body to let him know to continue.

With a small clench onto his length, he groans loudly into you ear, “So’lek… I need you to move.. Please” You whimper out. With the encouragement he needed, he begins to rock his hips slowly into yours, releasing your wrists and cupping your cheeks “You feel so goddamn good…” You bring your face to kiss him as he continues his languid movements, wrapping your legs as tightly as you can around his torso. He lets out another groan, feeling himself bottom out,

“You okay?” He mutters. “Yes. Go faster…” You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down into a blistering kiss. He pulls out once more and slams his hips into yours, the smacking of skin filling your ears. His tongue assaults your mouth finding yours, dancing together, as your mind struggles to find a coherent thought. “I love you so much…” He grunts out. “Nothing mattered before you…” You pull him in closer, watching as he presses his stomach into yours closing any remaining space, as if you’re one body. 

“I know… I know. I love you so much So’lek…” You whimper out. He growls to your words, body shivering into your own, as his rhythm grows sloppy, “you feel so damn good. My mate..” He growls into your ear, his breath hot as it fans against your skin. “So’lek… I think I’m gonna..” Before you can finish he grabs your arms once, more and pinning them above your head holding you in place. “Let go… let go for me, I’m right here I’ll give you everything baby…I’m all yours.” He stutters out, feeling his own pleasure bloom

He slams into you again and again, his movements become faster with each thrust, thwack thwack. The delicious sound of your skin colliding fills your ears with complete satisfaction. “Kirani… my love… I’m almost there..” You turn and bite your bicep holding in a scream, feeling So’lek get closer himself. “All mine… mine.. mine..” He thinks loudly. “I love you” He moans, snaking a free hand down and rubbing quick circles around your clit, your body convulses as a result. “Oh fuck!” 

A squeal followed by a silent scream and your body clenches around his cock, instantly causing his own climax. “Ugh!” He moans and passes his hips, feeling his sticky cum coat the inside of your walls. Both of your bodies shudder together, feeling each other’s orgasm throwing his head back in complete bliss. You feel his tail wrap around your thigh, gently caressing your skin as you manage to open your eyes. 

He lowers himself onto you, still connected while your hand gently plays with his hair. “Incredible..” He huffs in contentment. “My love, how was it?” He perks up. “Everything I could’ve imagined but better.. So’lek..” You grin happily. “Say my name again, I love hearing you say it..” He whispers. “So’lek…Ma’Solek… So'lek te Elusa Kiro’itan..” You giggle. Your words like music to his ears, he perks up to the way you say his full name. “Like poetry…” He rises up slightly to kiss your neck.

You giggle as he peppers you with more kisses, squealing out as he tickles your torso. “So’lek!” You laugh out, but he can’t help himself. To hear your laughter is like being with Eywa herself. After you both come down from your high his eyes never once leave you.

He steadies himself, pulling out of you gently as possible, as you watch him closely. A large pool of fluids drenches your sheets both yours combined, as you subconsciously clench around nothing. “Good girl..” He coos to you. He looks to your night stand and opens a drawer to find a small cloth. While still connected with Tsaheylu he’s careful to use small movements climbing back on the bed and wiping your sensitive area. He dips the cloth into the bowl of water on the stand, gingerly tapping your skin easing the slight sting you feel. “How do you feel?” He asks softly. You raise your head to a blood soaked cloth, as he tosses it to the ground. “It’s okay, it’s normal.” He quickly reassures you, as he sees your reaction. “I feel fine. A little sore.” He gently wipes your sweat covered braids out of your face and kisses your head. “You might be a bit sore until tomorrow. I’m sorry.” He says with a guilty look on his face.

You laugh and caress his cheek, “hey, it’s fine. I’m okay baby. You were so gentle with me. I love you..” You whisper softly. His expression softens as the two of you slow down to relish in this newfound intimacy together. He lays onto his back pulling you onto his chest in one swoop. Feeling his heartbeat against your ear. “So was that still considered making love?” You tease lightly.

He laughs with you, and shakes his head, feeling his body relax against yours. “Mm I suppose it was..” With a lazy grin on his face, “Though it was a bit more intense than that..” You can’t help but feel some sort of pride blossom in your chest. To be the first he’s made love to, and now his last. Great joy seeps into your heart transferring to him. “It felt as though the two of us have been searching for something like this our entire lives. Like missing pieces to one another..” He whispers quietly. 

You feel tears prick your eyes, gazing into each other’s souls, “You’re right.. it does..” He wipes the tears as they fall onto your cheeks, so tenderly you might burst. “You are mine, and now I am yours?” You ask absentmindedly. Without hesitating So’lek kisses your head “Yes. Until our dying breath Kirani..” He happily sighs. A quick moment of silence, sobers the two of you up knowing that in just a day’s time a last breath might a mercy killing.

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Prompt 6 - Stay

@jegulus-microfic June 6, Word count 377

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Regulus pushed the handle down and heard the click as the door opened. Had he really just dragged James up to his bedroom? He should have shown him the rest of the house first! He’d been so overwhelmed when he saw James at the airport and then when he followed Remus in and saw James standing there in his hallway. He'd gone to his safe space and dragged James with him. 

James must have sensed how nervous he’d suddenly turned. His large hand squeezed Regulus’s smaller one.

“You don’t have to show me, love. We can go back downstairs if you want.” James said gently. Regulus thought about it for a moment but shook his head.

“No, I want you to stay. Besides,” He looked up with a wicked grin. “You’ll be in here later anyway,” Regulus flicked the light on and pulled James through the door. 

He relaxed as soon as he was in his familiar surroundings. The cool blue walls and the dark grey sheets of his bed calmed him. He turned to face James. “This is it. My room.” James closed the gap between them. 

“I love it. It’s very you.” James's arms wrapped around him and began to slowly sway them back and forth. 

“Oi, you two! Don’t be getting up to anything, dinner’s nearly ready.” Sirius bellowed up the stairs at them. 

“Cockblock,” Regulus muttered under his breath. James threw his head back with laughter. He freed one of his arms and left the other around Regulus’s waist. Regulus grinned as James swooped down and planted a kiss on his lips. 

“Come on, love, I’m hungry,” Regulus swallowed loudly at the way James made those innocent words sound, as though it wasn’t food he was hungry for. James could be wicked too, apparently.  

Regulus led James downstairs to the kitchen where Sirius and Remus were dancing around each other, setting the table and putting out bowls of pasta and garlic bread. Regulus paused as he watched his brother and a thought passed through his head. He was probably going to have a brother-in-law in the very near future if Sirius got his way, and looking at the way, Remus couldn't keep hs eyes off him. Sirius was bound to get his way. 

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tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @loveyouanyway @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples 💖

got back to my bucktommy post-7x05 smut (that's a continuation of a fic that apparently I posted over a month ago?? I gotta get on it lmao)

have a lil bit I just wrote haha (yes, they're only at the point of taking their shirts off and we're at 3.7k 🙈 why is my smut always this fucking long jfc)

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"There’s no rush.” Tommy smiles, as he dives in for a kiss, grinding his hips against Buck’s, and oh, at this angle it feels even better. “Let me make you feel good first.” Tommy whispers with another roll of his hips. 

“As long as you do it naked.” Buck responds, and Tommy laughs again, warm and affectionate, if a little breathless. Then, he sits up and slides his shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Buck’s hands immediately land on his skin.

“Better?” Tommy asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Uh-huh, so much better.” Buck nods, eyes scanning the expanse of Tommy’s naked chest, as his hands slowly move all over the skin, caressing the sides, gently running his fingers over the burn scar on his ribs, Tommy’s breath hitching in surprise, but when Buck looks into his eyes, he only sees affection and desire. He has his fair share of scars, too, and he knows how vulnerable showing them might be – because yeah, some people might think the scars are cool or hot or whatever, but no one wants to think about how they got there, or wants to be there to witness it, because it freaks them out. But they both get it, get the dangers of the job, and maybe one day they can share stories about their scars, both mental and physical – Buck would love to hear all about everything that made Tommy who he is now. With time, at some point, it is their second date, after all. So now he just smiles, reassuring, and moves up to press his lips against the scar gently. Tommy’s face melts into something soft. But then Buck’s leaning back again, hands back to traveling over the expanse of Tommy’s chest, going up to his pecs, shoulders, down his arms, and up his back. God, there’s just so much of him.

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He didn't so much hear Armand come in as he felt Armand come in. Like a moment of nullity moving through the room, a presence that was not a presence. A ghost.

“Daniel...” Armand sat down on the bed, his weight depressing the mattress lightly.

“No...go away.” Daniel tried to turn away but he was sweating and shivering, too cold, too hot.

“It's all right, Daniel. I'm here.” Armand shifted, bringing his legs up and lying down beside Daniel, moving into Daniel's arms. “I'm here.”

“You feel good.” Daniel pressed his cheek against Armand's cool forehead, sighing. He wrapped his arms tight around Armand and it was as though he could feel the heat melt away from him, soaking into Armand.

“My poor Daniel.” Armand stroked Daniel's pale hair. Daniel had only the faintest roughness of stubble clinging to his jaw, and his mussed hair had been cut and clipped in a slick modern style that suited him. Even his ruined clothes were new. That man had taken good care of him.

Daniel shifted, so he could move closer to Armand, so he could press his entire body against Armand. The fever was burning up inside Daniel, and Armand felt the twinge of that old fear, the fear of sickness and the death it brought. So often over the years he had seen Daniel shrug off coughs and chills that it had made him wonder at the strength of these modern mortals.

Death. His fingers brushed through Daniel's hair and Daniel sighed, turning so Armand's hand moved against his cheek. Just hiding under the skin, just beyond the bones. He wondered if he pressed his ear to Daniel's chest, if he could hear the little cells inside of him slowly dying, bursting and floating away.

“I won't let you.” Armand kissed his eyelids, speaking so softly that it was more for his own sake than Daniel's. “Not right now.” And he made that little cut on his throat and guided Daniel to to it. Daniel's dry lips moved against him, at first sluggish, but then he caught the taste of it and his mouth moved hungry.

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