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sleepynoons · 7 months ago

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togame x afab!f!reader (characters aged up), nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: marathon sex, unprotected sex, oral (receiving), slight face riding, subdrop + dubcon (not intended but could be interpreted as so), one slap on the ass, cum eating, fingering, descriptions of violence + pain + blood

notes: the underground fighter/fight club!au that no one asked for. i've never seen the movie either, so literally, take everything – especially the fight scene in this one-shot – with a fucking atom of salt. i was inspired by this lovely art, and since the manga mentions that togame has limitless stamina... well, i kinda had to do something with that info...

YOU'D EXPECT your boyfriend to be tired out by now. in fact, if you were him, the two of you would have gone to bed hours ago, deep in slumber from the day’s excitement and exhaustion. instead, you’re splayed out on the bed, arms boneless next to you and mouth releasing tired whimpers, as your body rocks along with every deep thrust from jo.

his hands hold onto your hips tightly, pulling you back as he pushes forward, attempting to bury himself ever deeper into you. jo’s always been competitive, and paired with his methodical nature, he’s obsessed with trying to bring the two of you to new heights of sexual pleasure.

how did the two of you end up like this?

your brain’s hazy, clouded by the feeling of jo’s cock kissing that sweet spot inside of you and his teeth nipping and biting at your neck and shoulders. but you try to recall, as a means to hang on, to stay awake for just a little bit longer.

you were invited to watch jo fight for the first time. you weren’t particularly fond of supporting violence, but he had insisted it was something of a casual community event, and it was good for some extra cash and fun prizes. it was also an important part of his life, and since the two of you’ve been dating for a few months now, he wanted to bring you along to meet some of his friends.

when both of you were driving to the club, hosted in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, you asked, “aren’t fight clubs illegal?”

he shrugged and said, “number one rule of fight club: don’t talk about fight club.”

you snorted and rolled your eyes. “you already have.” jo chuckled and answered all the questions you had until the two of you arrived.

he guided you toward the entrance and showed you around, pointing out a few coolers for drinks, the bathroom, and the arena itself. several people were already there, catching up and placing bets on the night’s matches.

as you walked around, you overheard someone say, “all my money’s on togame.” you glanced at your boyfriend, but he made no indication that he had heard anything.

after being introduced to a few of jo’s friends, it was almost time for the match-ups to start. he had explained to you earlier that he would have to leave you unaccompanied as all participants were required to prepare for their rounds in a large storage room, which was essentially a smaller, neighboring warehouse unit. you reassured him that you would be fine, and in the worst case, you would wait for him in the car.

the fights shortly began after your boyfriend left. you watched as challengers came and went, some throwing punches and kicks at each other while others with more experience used their wits and specific techniques. you cringed as fists collided with jaws and feet were swiped off the floor. but everyone, including the fighters, seemed to be enjoying themselves, so you remained in your seat.

after four matches, it was finally jo’s turn.

like all of the other fighters, jo was shirtless and barefoot. everyone in the audience seemed to roar for your boyfriend as he made his way into the ring. when he stepped into the light, you sucked in a deep breath, a little shocked and in awe.

you had never seen jo so excited about anything in his life.

the jo you knew ate so slow that all the food would be cold by the time he was half-finished, preferred to nap on a beach chair instead of swimming in the pool, and hosted gatherings with friends at home to avoid clubbing and drinking out. the person you’ve gotten to know in the past few months seemed to be a wholesome, harmless dork.

but this jo didn’t even spare you a glance. now that he was standing in the ring, he was laser-focused on his opponent, eyes wide with dilated pupils and a wild, animalistic glint in them. it became abundantly clear to everyone in the audience that, no matter what, jo would win.

apparently, jo had amassed quite a bit of a reputation for himself, hence why the fight club was so packed. the hollers and howls from the spectators escalated as jo exchanged blow after blow with his opponent. you watched as your boyfriend ducked a swing, shifted his balance and stepped on one of his opponent’s feet, effectively immobilizing them for a second, before using his shoulder to jab at and ram into the opponent’s solar plexus. the other stumbled back a bit before managing to land a heavy kick to jo’s side, and despite knowing it would leave a nasty bruise, jo didn’t flinch and instead lunged forward, landing a series of punches in quick succession to the other’s face. in a few moments, his opponent surrendered. you finally allowed yourself to breathe, only noticing then that you barely did throughout the fight.

as the referee held up jo’s arm to announce his victory, he finally looked around in search of you. your boyfriend must’ve noticed your stunned expression, so he cocked his head and discreetly nudged his chin towards the exit. intuition told you to wait for him outside.

as you rushed outside, jo easily caught up to you, spinning you around and pinning you to the car. you squeaked as he kissed you deeply, taking away the air you just managed to regain, and pressed his body against yours, the smell of sweat and rusting blood piquing your senses. when he broke away and you thought you had a moment to recollect yourself, he dove back in, sucking on your lips till they bruised and swelled and brushing his hands against your ear, knowing that the touch made you shudder and buckle at the knees. even when your legs gave way, he didn’t relent, and you had to gasp out a “it hurts!” for him to pull away. you watched as he let up, and when the two of you were face-to-face, that wild glint you saw earlier was still apparent in his eyes. but his usual lazy smile returned as he apologized and rubbed at the spot where the car door handle was digging into your skin.

you can’t seem to recall your return home, and even then, you only remember jo haphazardly unlocking his door as you clawed at his t-shirt to take it off. you were still oblivious then to what the night actually held in store.

you’re brought back to the present when jo’s arm suddenly wraps around the front of your shoulders and chest and heaves you up. now, your back is arced backwards, and the slight shift in angle causes you to mewl in pleasure. you’re starting to see white spots in your vision with the way his thick cock stretches your walls apart and pokes at new spots in you that you’ve never discovered yourself.

between pants, jo gulps and asks, “what are you thinking about? am i that bad?”

you want to object, but then he gives you a harsh slap to the ass cheek with his other hand that effectively silences you.

“princess, i won just for you, so give me some attention, yeah?”

you manage to choke out, “for me?” jo reaffirms by pulling almost all the way out, leaving only his tip inside you, and then thrusting himself in again heavily with force so strong you feel it rattle throughout your body. you’ve always known your boyfriend is strong, but today’s fight and sex have exceeded your expectations. you cry out shamelessly and cum unexpectedly that even jo releases a guttural moan when your pussy clamps down on him, and he also finishes.

you collapse onto the bed. faintly, you hear jo apologize, “shit, sorry, babe. didn’t mean to cum inside of you.” he helps you roll over so that you’re lying on your back, and picks your legs up to slide you fully onto the bed. you think it’s the end.

but suddenly, the bed dips at where your feet lie, and your legs are pried apart. jo lines firm kisses along your inner thighs, and you whimper at the feeling of his fingers playing with your folds. he slides the fingertip of his index finger up and down between your folds, causing you to jolt whenever he flicks at your clit.

“jo…,” you whisper. you rest your hands around your boyfriend’s neck, holding onto him in hopes of grounding yourself.

“how about one more, babe? just one more,” he pleads, transfixed at the sight of your messy, wet pussy. his want hasn’t been satiated. he needs to feel you one last time. he begs again, “i won’t put it in, i know you’re sore. i’m going to clean you up, alright?”

the feeling of his warm tongue against your hole erases all of your thoughts and concerns. he’s careful, aware that you’re spent and overstimulated, and he laps at the mixture of his and your cum spilling down and onto the sheets. when he feels your body tensing up, he pauses and presses feather-light kisses instead as he waits for you to relax once more. he then mouths at your folds, sucking one into his mouth and licking softly, then switching to the other. you’re both moaning at the sensation – you because every suckle brings you closer to your high and him because you taste, smell, and feel so sweet and delicious against his tongue. finally, he reaches the top and spreads apart your lower lips with two fingers, admiring the sight of your pert clit throbbing in anticipation and need.

you groan, eager and impatient, when jo stares for too long. you scratch at his undercut to get his attention and whine, “jo, hurry! want your mouth on me!”

obediently, he dips down and gingerly kisses your bud. you shiver at the light touch and cant your hips upward, urging him to continue. jo resumes, alternating between gentle pecks and quick sucks of your clit, which leaves you writhing and compounds your arousal. occasionally, he even hums, and the vibrations pinch at your bud and you yelp in surprise every time. you’re no longer holding onto his shoulders – you’re grabbing and tugging at the curls of your boyfriend’s hair and pressing your clit against his mouth and nose, desperate for release. jo supports your movements as his large, calloused hands cup your ass. lastly, jo adds in his tongue. the erratic, unpredictable switching between all of the different ways he can tease your oversensitive nub quickly sends you over, and as you scream and cum, your thoughts are fully consumed with the sensations of his mouth drinking up your release and his nose nudging against your clit to extend your climax. you’re wantonly rubbing yourself against jo, smearing your pussy messily against your boyfriend’s face, and your eyes roll back as he just takes it and laps at what he can.

“you’re so fucking good to me, princess,” he moans into your pussy. from his words, you feel one last crashing wave of your orgasm, pleasure overwhelming you for a little longer, before it begins to subside.

seeing that you’re coming down from your high, jo pulls away. he licks at his lips, savoring the remnants of your high, and watches as you begin to drift off. jo himself is finally feeling the drowsiness and settles next to you.

even as you’re losing consciousness, he whispers, “this is the best reward, baby.” you nuzzle into his warmth, mumble something incoherent, and fall asleep.

#wind breaker #wind breaker smut #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wbk x reader #wbk smut #togame jo #togame jo x reader #jo togame x reader #togame x reader #togame smut #togame jo smut #jo togame smut #wbk #togame #carrot cake!

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hotchfiles · 1 year ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ the mood i'm in ❞ ─ an adhd chronicles blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!adhd!reader. summary: sometimes rearranging a whole entire closet is a biological need. content warnings: fluff, adhd antics (i'm diagnosed don't try to come for me) word count: 600+. a/n: this was requested by @ficmeoutofthisworld and i felt the need to make a blurb!verse of it, so expect more fluff for these three 🩵 & the idea of jack calling you honey came from honey is for love by @angellsell

“Daddy, honey has that weird look again.” Aaron can’t help but smile at his little boy, putting the files he was working on down on his desk, telling him to come closer with his hands. Jack had gotten into the habit of calling you honey very early on in your relationship, that being one of the pet names Aaron used the most when talking to you. It was too endearing to correct him, even after you moved in. You both just let the boy be, knowing that he would call you by name once he got older.

You didn’t mind him not calling you mom or any of its variants, even if the relationship you shared now was much alike mother and child, Jack didn’t remember a lot of Haley by himself, he was too little, but Aaron always did his best to keep her memory alive in him, so if for his young mind it was easier to call you a pet name, you would take it every single time with a smile. And so would Aaron.

“What look, buddy?” He asks even though he’s sure he knows the answer, having been through that a few times over the last two years.

“She’s staring at my stuff and sitting on the floor.” Bingo. Every once in a while you would get obsessed with something, it made sense after you were diagnosed with ADHD and he learnt how to accommodate you properly, but for a while it was just a big clash of his organized and controlling nature and your chaotic mind.

“Let’s see what she needs, okay?” Jack nods, leading the way with his dad closely behind. They find you exactly as his boy explained to him, sitting with your legs crossed on the floor, staring at his wardrobe so attentively it might scare the unknown eye.

“Darling? What’s going on?” He asks without entering the room, not wanting to invade your space before you called him in, instead he decided to lean on the door frame, observing you with his kind eyes.

“I want to rearrange all of Jack’s clothes but we need more hangers for that and I don’t want to go to the store just to buy hangers, but I also can’t get up to go to the kitchen and check what else we need.” You answered quickly, finishing your ramble with a huff, dropping your shoulders and looking at your fiancé with a pout that made him get closer to you, offering his hands so you could have some support while getting up, you lazily do it, being embraced by him as soon as your feet touch the ground.

“Go watch something with Jack, okay?” His tone is always soft, as if your conversations, even the silliest and mundane ones, were secrets for you two to keep. He knew you too well, so he prevented the whine he knew would come–you wanted to get this done, you needed to rearrange Jack’s clothes or the itch in your brain wouldn’t leave–and he did so by holding both of your cheeks with his hands, making you look at him. “I’ll make the shopping list and then you both can go to Target while I get some reports done.” You nod happily, his hands moving with your head.

Telling you to watch something with Jack could seem like a mindless choice of words, but it wasn’t, Aaron knew you were feeling stuck and how bad that made you feel, you needed a dopamine kick before you could do something, and no better way for that than colorful silly shows with your favorite boy.

By the time he’s done with the shopping list, you had already started another important project: Napping on the couch with Jack. So he leaves it attached with a magnet on the fridge, gives you both soft forehead kisses and goes back to work, not minding the fact he did it quickly for no reason, happy you were resting and that it was done for when you decided to shop.

#lari writes sometimes #i dont proof read shit ever btw #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

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leaentries · 1 year ago

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Sauna | nico hischier

summary: a little dose of a cabin vacation with nico and his girl

warnings: smut (18+), breast-worship, boobjob, nico being obsessed with reader's tits, swearing

wc: 2.4k+ (holy balls)

a/n: ngl i felt naughty writing this. this might, arguably, be my fav smut ive written thus far.

Sunlight beamed through the flowing curtains in your and Nico’s room. You stirred slightly, the light waking you from your deep slumber. Taking a moment to fully comprehend your surroundings, you roll over, expecting Nico to be lying in his usual spot beside you. Upon feeling the cold, empty sheets, you peek one eyelid open. His phone was missing from the nightstand, along with his running shoes that typically find home by the closet door. You dig your head deeper into the soft pillow, more at ease now that you know Nico must have gone for an afternoon run.

His scent still lingered on his pillow, bringing comfort to your senses. Your breath slowly evens back out, slipping back into your sleepy state. It wasn’t long before you were awoken once more, this time to the sound of the front door closing. Still too tired to react, you remained cuddled into Nico’s pillow. Nico, on the other hand, was less stoic. His chest heaved as he tried to regain his breath from the run. Sweat glistened on his toned skin, as he pulled the bottom of his shirt up slightly to wipe his face.

The water bottle on the counter served as a solace to his worn body. After chugging down the cold liquid, he placed the bottle in the sink, remembering to rinse it out. He began to walk back to your bedroom, tugging off the sticky shirt that clung uncomfortably to his body. He threw the shirt into the laundry hamper, thankful that your rented cabin came with a washer and dryer. A soft smile made its way onto Nico’s face as he saw you clutching onto his pillow. He quietly walked over to you, unaware that you were awake. You felt the bed dip beside your head, as he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, schatzi.”

You waited until he moved from the bed to peel your eyes open. With the sun almost completely set, the light didn’t give your eyes a hard time adjusting to the room this time around. Nico’s firm back muscles contracted as you watched him get ready to take a shower. You admired the way his body moved, the ripples in his semi-sweaty skin. It made your thighs clench together as a familiar heat crept its way over your body.

“I can feel you watching me.” Nico echoed over his shoulder. You sat up in surprise, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Wha- How? I was pretending to be asleep.”

Nico chuckled before turning to walk back over to where you had your legs draped over the side of the bed.

“You’re not as sly as you think you are, schatzi. You were literally smiling when I came over to kiss you.” He placed his warm, calloused hands on your soft thighs, gently caressing the skin underneath. Nico tilted his head as he looked down at you, “Did you have a good nap? You slept for a while.”

You leaned your head into his bare chest, nodding at his question.

“Mhm. Although it would have been better if my boyfriend was beside me when I woke up.”

Nico moved his hands to cradle your face, “I told you before we even layed down that I was going for a run.” He kissed your nose, causing you to scrunch it slightly, “It’s not my fault you decided not to listen.”

You rolled your eyes in return, shoving his body away playfully. “Well, sorry for loving you and wanting to be around you.”

His head leaned back with laughter. He grabbed your arms, circling them around his waist as he walked in between your thighs. “I know, it’s a hard life you live, baby.” He mocked with fake sympathy.

A deep sigh left your lips at his teasing, “Whatever, Hischier.”

He pouted at your scowl, “Aww, don’t do that face. You know I hate it when you do that face.” His hands began to lightly jab into your sides, tickling you in the process. You tried your best to act mad, but the bubbling laughter escaped anyway.

"S-stop!” You tried your best to refute his attempts but to no avail. “Oh no. Not until you say sorry for calling me Hischier. That is not my name to you, liebling.”

You shook your head violently, refusing to give in to him. “Over my dead body, Hischier.” Nico abruptly halted his attack on your body, opting to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. With you now under him, he leaned over your soft figure. His face was so close to yours that you feel each small breath leave his lips.

“Are you sure you want to go down this road, baby? I wouldn’t advise it.” His loose threat fell on deaf ears as all you could focus on was the way his body pressed deliciously into your own. Nico wasn’t oblivious to the way you reacted to him, he easily picked up on the way your breath hitched and your thighs clenched around his waist.

Still choosing to challenge him, you shoved your chest further into his, “Try me.”

The Swiss boy’s resolve snapped as he crashed his lips feverishly into your own. Your arms remained pinned above your head as your nails dug into Nico’s hands. The kiss was hot and desperate, filled with equal need between the two of you.

Nico began to trail his lips down your jaw, no doubt leaving red marks to find later. He traced his tongue down the column of your throat, stopping just as he got to the base, focusing on the spot just above where your “13” necklace lay.

Fuck, did he love that dainty chain. It was a way to show everyone that you were his. Only his.

Lifting his head, he brought his bruised lips back to your swollen ones, placing a much softer kiss on them. He chuckled as you attempted to chase his lips when he pulled away.

Your chest heaved as Nico brought your wrists back down, rubbing soothing circles into them, finishing with placing a kiss to each. “Neeks,” You croaked, “Why’d you stop?”

Nico flashed his dimples sweetly at you, “Because I think it’s time to get in the hot tub.” With that, his warm body left yours, quickly making work to change and walk out to the balcony of your room. You remained on the bed, regaining your composure before also changing and joining Nico in the hot tub.

Nico watched as you walked out of the door, drinking in your bathing suit and thrown up hair. As you turned back from sliding the door closed, you noticed Nico’s dark eyes bore over your body. You couldn’t help but get shy. You quickened your pace to the tub, carefully climbing in with the hockey player’s assistance. You sat across from him, draping your legs into his lap as you sunk lower into the hot water.

Nico’s hands came to rub tight patterns into your feet, “Feel good, schatzi?”

You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes to relish in the bliss.

You and Nico partook in light conversation, before ultimately deciding to move to the sauna next to the hot tub. Now, the sauna wasn’t very big, with just enough space to fit 2-3 people max. Once Nico had helped you out and down the tub’s stairs, he led you into the already-preheated wooden structure.

“Planning to get me in here, Hisch? Wanna get me all sweaty, huh?” You sent him a coy smile. He rolled his eyes with a slight grin.

“Again with that name. You know, baby,” He backed you slowly until your legs hit the warm wood bench behind you, “I can think of other ways to help us work up a sweat other than this sauna.” His eyes swept down your figure once more, licking his lips. His gaze was almost primal.

He gripped your hips, switching positions with you, enticing a gasp from you. You grabbed onto his biceps for support, looking into his deep brown eyes. “You gonna show me, or what?”

A wicked smile formed on Nico’s face. He sat down, pulling your weight to straddle his lap. Your skin already easily sticking to his as the heat began to affect you both. You brought your hands to tug into his shaggy hair.

Nico’s lips began to attack your neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the spots he left earlier. His hands traveled up the expanse of your back, moving to untie your top. Thankful to be rid of the uncomfortable material, you threw it to the side as your breasts were displayed in full view.

“Oh, fuck.” Nico mumbled. The feeling of his hardening cock pressed into your clothed core. He brought one hand to your left breast, tweaking your nipple into a peak. Lowering his head, he took the bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue in skilled circles. His other hand came to cup your other tit firmly.

“Neeks,” You whined loudly. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure shot through your body. Unable to hold back, you began rocking your hips into Nico’s, causing a low groan to escape his occupied mouth. The vibrations on your nipple created jolts of fire straight to your aching cunt.

He switched his attention to your other painfully peaked nipple, taking it gratefully in his mouth. “Such pretty tits, schatzi,” He muttered into your boob, “All f’me.”

A pathetic moan echoed from your lips as you threw your head back. The feeling of Nico’s throbbing cock made you drool. Nico lifted from your breasts, moving back to your lips. It was messy, filled with need and clashing teeth. He swallowed the whimper that left your lips as your sensitive nipples brushed against his chest.

You began to squirm, wanting something more, wanting to help the tightness in Nico’s shorts. “Neeks,” You mumbled into his lips, “Wanna make you feel good.”

He pulled away, breathless from your make-out. His spit-covered lips were red and swollen as his chest rapidly rose and fell.

“Yeah?” Nico cocked his head to the side, “Ya wanna make me cum, beautiful?”

You let out a desperate noise, nodding embarrassingly fast, but you didn’t care. Not in that moment, not when Nico looks so fucking good covered in sweat and your spit coating his lips.

“Alright, schatzi, get on your knees f’me.” You obliged immediately, placing your hands on his knees. You peered up at him through your lashes, ready to please him in any way he wanted.

Nico struggled to create a coherent thought at the sight of you on your knees with your tits rubbing against his legs. He swallowed harshly, trying not to bust in his shorts before you’ve even touched him.

“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous tits together, kay?”

You didn’t reply, only removing your hands from his knees to push your plushy breasts tightly together. Nico almost whined at the amount of cleavage you had, wanting nothing more than to bury his twitching cock between them.

“Holy, fuck me.” He cursed, “So pretty, baby. I need you to scoot a bit closer to me, right in my legs.” Nico patted his lap as he spread his legs to accommodate your body. He pulled his shorts down until his cock popped up tall and proud against his bare abdomen. It was visibly red and leaking precum as Nico spit in his hand a slowly pumped himself.

He shuddered in his grasp, aching to be in your breasts. At this point, you had caught on to what Nico wanted as his hungry gaze never left your cleavage. You thanked the gods silently that you were in a steaming sauna, your sweat mixed with Nico’s precum and spit serving as a lubricant.

As soon as you lowered your tits onto his cock, Nico was gone. His head hit the back of the wooden wall, eyes clenched shut. You began to move up and down, letting a trail of spit leave your mouth and drop onto his swollen tip. With the extra slick, you squeezed harder, quicking your pace.

A loud moan left Nico’s lips as his hips began to buck up into you. “Shit, baby. So good, f’me.” He let out another guttural moan, “That’s it, just like that. Always know how to make me feel good.”

Encouraged by the praise, you tilted your head down, letting his tip dip into your mouth with every upward thrust. With the added suction, Nico knew he wasn’t gonna last long. His hips lifted off of the bench as he desperately fucked your tits.

“Fuck, don’t stop, schatzi,” He panted, “I’m so close. Gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits like the good girl you are, right?”

You bit your lip at the sight of his fucked out face on the edge of his climax. “Mhm, cum for me, Neeks. I want you to cum for me.” You rasped. The burning sensation in your arms increased, but the look on Nico’s face was worth it. His muscles contracted as his body began to converse. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, coating your breasts and lower face. His head was thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing violently as he came.

His hands gripped the bench, veins popping deliciously, making you want to trace them with your tongue. You continued to slowly pump his shaft until every drop of cum was milked from the tip. Nico hissed as overstimulation began to set in. You gently released your breasts, his softening cock falling out.

Nico sat for a moment with his eyes closed, catching his breath.

“You’re so amazing to me. You have no idea” He finally broke the silence. You chuckled slightly, not moving much due to the cum still dripping from your face and breasts. Nico readjusted his shorts, pulling them back on. “I’m gonna go grab a towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here.”

You shook your head, “Right, like I’m gonna go anywhere with your cum covering my body.” You remarked.

Once Nico came back with a warm, damp towel, he gently wiped down your body. The brunette placed a sweet kiss on your lips, showing his love for you. He picked up your bathing suit top, handing it to you. As you began to put the ties back around your back, his hand came up to stop you.

“I wouldn’t bother, schatzi. We aren’t done yet.” He nipped at your neck once more, “It’s your turn now.”

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier #nico hischier smut #nico hischier blurb #njd x reader #njd #new jersey devils #leawrites💋

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rueanaddict · 2 years ago

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His little filthy secret

permise: you found something he was hiding from you

pairing: vinnie hacker x female reader

warnings: smut- contains rough sex, uprotected sex, oral sex [female receiving], mentions about masturbating, praise kink, spit swallowing, spanking, degradation, overstimulating, fingering, swearing

word count: 2801

A/N: I am obsessed with this mf so i felt the urge to write about him

it’s only an imagine, I know that irl vinnie is literally the sweetest soul ever

(also english is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes)

hope you enjoy ;)

You were at Vinnie's house because tonight was supposed to be one of your movie nights together. You loved those nights. After a week of worrying, you were able to breathe and relax a bit. Most often you watched two or three movies and then fell asleep cuddled under a blanket. You wanted to lay your head on his chest and wrap your arms around him. However, you had to wait a bit for that because Vinnie went to get the groceries.

While waiting for Vinnie and snacks, you decided to take a nap. You were a bit tired and you wanted to regain strength so as not to fall asleep right away while watching a movie. You went to his bedroom. Vinnie's bed was the most comfortable bed you've ever slept in, so you couldn't wait to wrap yourself in a warm blanket soaked in the scent of the curly-haired boy. When you entered the room you saw that the bed was unmade.- obviously- you thought. Vinnie often forgot a lot of things in a hurry. - one of them was making the bed. You started to fold the soft blankets thinking that in a moment you would wrap yourself in them and fall into a sweet sleep. When everything was ready, you laid down on the bed, snuggling into Vinnie's pillow so you could smell his scent. However, your fingers under the pillow stumbled upon something strange. You pulled a piece of fabric from under your pillow, quickly recognizing what it was.

-Holy shit.- you said out loud.

You were holding a black thong... your thong. You used to stay over at Vinnie's a lot and sometimes you forgot something, but never your panties. Besides, what were they doing in his bed? Of course, you've slept with Vinnie in the same bed before, but not like this. After all, you were just friends. You stared in disbelief at your discovery for a moment, wondering what the hell this was all about, but you were interrupted by Vinnie's voice from downstairs.

-I'm back. Where are you?

-Upstairs.- you said, gulping down the saliva in your throat.

You took a deep breath and went downstairs. Vinnie was unpacking groceries in the kitchen, hearing your footsteps behind him.

-Listen, they didn't have your favorite cookies, so I took...

-Vinnie...?- you interrupted him with uncertainty in your voice.

-Yes?- he turned and looked at you with those damn beautiful brown eyes full of innocence.

-I wanted to take a nap so I went to your room and...

-And?- he came closer. -Something happened? You seem scared.

After a moment of silence, you gathered your courage and asked, lifting the thong so that it was now in front of his face.

-What was it doing in your bed?- Vinnie froze for a moment, staring at your panties.

-Uhhh I don't know what that is...- he stammered.

-Vinnie don't play dumb and tell me what the hell my panties are doing in your goddamn bed.- you said quite loudly.

-Ohh come on baby, don't pretend you don't know.

-What the fuck are you talking about, Vinnie?- the boy slowly approached you, looking you in the eyes with a sneer.

-You know... you left them at mine a few weeks ago so I decided to take care of it.- he slowly got closer and closer to you. You were stepping back with each step he took until your back hit the wall.

-I don't remember leaving it at your place.- you said looking into his eyes which were now full of lust.

-You don't remember huh?- he smiled slightly at his own words.- You used the bathroom and left them on the bathtub in a hurry. Or perhaps you did it on purpose? Maybe you wanted them to be found by me?

-What!? No Vin...

-Shh don't interrupt me.- he put his finger to your lips.- I was going to give it to you but I couldn't resist.

-What do you mean?

-Ohh baby you have no idea what I’m talking about do you?- you swallowed hard.- As soon as I picked them up, the thought of your little pussy touching that piece of cloth drove me crazy.

You looked deep into his eyes. He wasn't the same kind and loving Vinnie anymore. In that moment, lust overtook him.

-Vinnie did you... you know... did you use my panties to... - you couldn't finish the sentence.

-You don't even know how many times I've been jerking off thinking about you. How many times I’ve cummed on those cute little panties imagining that cum is deep inside your little pussy baby.- after those words you were totally stunned.

Sometimes you fantasized about Vinnie and felt awfully bad about it because he was your best friend after all. But after what he told you, the guilt disappeared and was replaced by lust. God, this man had no boundaries and you were terribly attracted to it.

You stood there stunned when suddenly Vinnie yanked panties out of your hand.

-What are you doing?- you asked trying to snatch them from his hand.

-You won't get them. This is my property now.- he said as he put your panties in his back pocket.

-C’mon Vinnie give them to me.- you leaned over to take them out of his pocket, but you lost your balance a bit and fell straight on Vinnie who caught you.

-Hey be careful sweetheart. I don't want anything to happen to you.- Vinnie held you in his strong arms. You wanted to look him in the eyes, but you couldn't. You were too flustered after what he said.

-You're not so talkative anymore, are you? I don't understand why you're so surprised. You've seen the looks I gave you. I've wanted you all to myself for a very long time and... I know you want me too.- he leaned and whispered in your ear.- I've caught you staring at my bulge more than once. You think I don't know what's going on when I'm around and you clench your legs. I know what I do to that little pussy.- shivers ran down your spine. You've wanted Vinnie for a long time, and the thought of him rubbing his cock against your panties turned you on even more.- he moved away from your ear so he could look into your eyes, then your mouth, then your eyes again, then your mouth again...

-Can I kiss you?- he asked gently grabbing your cheek and stroking his finger over your soft and thirsty of his touch lips. You nodded slightly, looking into his eyes.

He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on your lips. He moved his body closer to yours which made you feel the bulge in his pants. He lightly pushed his tongue into your mouth, asking for the access you gave him. His hands slid up your waist until they stopped at your hips. You pulled away from each other for a moment to catch your breath.

-You want this?- Vinnie asked seriously. You just nodded your head.- Use your words princess.

-I want this Vinnie.

-What do you want?- he said with that cocky smile.

-I want you to fuck me Vinnie.- that was enough for him. He quickly picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, placing kisses along your neck. You just whimpered at his actions.

-Do you like it little one?- he asked between kisses.- You don't even know how long I've wanted to sink my teeth into your neck.- he growled throatily, continuing to giving you wet kisses along your jawline. When you entered the room Vinnie gently placed you on the bed still holding you in his strong arms.- Damn, you did a really good job with that bed... too bad all that effort will go to waste baby.- he said, then kissed you.

-Listen, it only goes as far as you want princess... okay?- you nodded slightly in response as you couldn't say anything.

-Let’s get rid of this.- he started to pull up your hoodie and placing gentle kisses along your tummy, finally reaching your tits. He began stroking your hardened nipples softly, sucking on one and then the other, letting out moans of satisfaction.

-God, you have such a nice body.- when he was done with your tits, he went a little lower and started to pull down your pants. You were in front of him only in a pair of black thongs. He stared at your soaking panties for a moment with desperation in his eyes.

-I want to taste you so badly.- he placed a kiss on your lips. You started looking at him. He was still fully clothed and you were about to reveal yourself completely to him. Vinnie noticed you staring at him in frustration that he still had clothes on and he took the hint. He took off his shirt revealing his tattooed body. You moaned in satisfaction and placed your hands on his chest, running your fingers over his black tattoos. It's not like you've never seen Vinnie shirtless. It was completely different now...

-Let me take care of you baby.- he said moving down to your lower parts placing kisses on your inner thighs.- You're so damn wet for me sweetie.- he started taking off your soaked panties and hiding them into his back pocket.

-I won't get them back, will I?- you asked sighing.

-Trust me you won't need them anymore... Now lift your hips up a little bit.- Vinnie leaned down to your needy pussy.

-You want to feel my tounge on your little pretty clit sweetheart?

-Please Vinnie stop teasing me.- you moaned in response. With those words, Vinnie started eating your swollen pussy. He sucked and licked all they way up and down.

-You taste so good darling.- whimpers and moans escaped your mouth as Vinnie savored the taste of your pussy. He put one finger in your little hole.

-Vinnie please... I need more...

-Be patient little girl. My fingers are much bigger than yours.- he said, adding another. You moaned at the pleasure he was giving you.- Do you like the feeling of me stretching your tight pussy?- he asked, pushing his fingers in and out in rapid motions. He brought his face closer to yours to place a passionate, wet kiss on your lips. You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

-Vinnie I’m gonna... he immediately moved away from your swollen and dripping pussy.- My poor little girl wanna cum? Ohhh baby let yourself cum and feel the pleasure.- he started sucking your clit again.

-Ohh fuck.- you moaned.

-Cum all over my face like a good girl.

-Fuck Vinnie...- you cummed and Vinnie held your trembling legs, licking your release.

-Look at the mess you've made. I have to clean it all up now. When he was done, he pulled away from your sore pussy and admired your body.

-Fuck baby look how hard I am.- he said stroking his cock through his pants.- C’mere.- you moved closer and he wrapped his arms around you. You were now sitting on his massive thighs.

- Now... will you be an obedient little whore for me sweetheart?

-Yes Vinnie.- you said quietly.

-I want to hear you saying it.

-I'll be your obedient little whore.

-Ohh fuck you make my cock throb even more.- he said kissing your neck.- C’mon undo my belt.- he looked you straight in the eyes. You placed your hands on his bulge. God he looked so good. You unbuckled his belt and slid pants off Vinnie. He was only in boxers now.- C’mon take them off.- you slowly slid the fabric off his hips and his cock popped out hitting his stomach. Your eyes immediately widened in surprise. His cock was huge. Thick, long, pulsating, covered with veins. You didn't know how it was supposed to fit inside you. You stared at him a little too long what Vinnie noticed.

-You like what you see?- he said with a cunning smile.- Bend over that bed and stick your pretty ass up.- you did as he said.- Damn you have such a nice ass.- he spanked you hard and pulled you closer so you could feel his throbbing dick pressed against your ass.

-I can't fucking wait any longer.- he said and thrusted into you, giving you no time to adjust to his length. You felt pain at first, but it soon turned to pleasure. He fucked you at inhuman speed and the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the room. He leaned down from time to time to give you kisses down your spine.- Turn around, I want to see your face when I fuck you.- he shoved his cock back into your dripping pussy, letting out a long, guttural moan. He thrusted into you faster and faster, moaning in pleasure.

-Fuck my cock feels so good inside that tight pussy.- you just moaned and screamed his name like it was the only word you knew.

-Ohhh fuck baby... Do something for me... Open your mouth and stick your tongue out... wider...- he spat into your mouth.- Drink my spit.- you did as you were told. It wasn't typical of you, but you liked that so badly.

-You like when I’m so rough to you aren't you? C’mere...- he started leaving marks on your neck and shoulders. He held you tight, digging his fingers into your thighs, continuing his thrusts. Your and Vinnie's moans intensified with each thrust.

-Ohh fuck baby you gonna cum? Cum for me pretty girl... Cum all over that cock.- you cummed after that but Vinnie didn't stop moving inside you.- You thought I'd stop because you came?- he chuckled lightly.- Give me one more... Okay baby?- you knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, but at that moment you didn't care. You felt too much pleasure to think about anything. Your brain was getting dizzy.

-I’ve come so many times thinking about your tight little hole and now I have it all to myself.- he continued fucking you so hard and so good.- Give me your hand.- you stretched out your hand and he placed it on your tummy.- Can you feel it...? Can you feel that bulge in your tummy? See how deep I am inside you...- he was panting harder and harder.- Fuck it’s pressed against your fucking womb... Ohhh fuck it feels so good.- his moans were so hot.- Fuck baby, I'm about to fill that little pussy with my cum... Ohh fuck... I want you to cum again when I will drain my balls in your little cunt baby... Ohh shit...- his movements were now faster than ever. You felt every inch of his dick pulsating deep inside you.- Ohhh fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming... Cum for me baby... Ohhh fuck.- he started rubbing your already swollen clit rapidly.- Right after that his warm cum filled your pussy. Vinnie collapsed tiredly on top of you. He was panting and whimpering against your chest. You tangled your fingers in his soft curls, scratching his scalp. You stayed like that for a while until Vinnie spoke up.

-Was I too harsh my love?- he said, placing a kiss on your cheek.

-No Vinnie... you were perfect as you always are.

-My love?- Vinnie said softly.- I need to tell you something... I've wanted to tell you this for a long time... I fell in love with you...- you didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth and he noticed it.

-Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so sudden...

-Shhh Vinnie it’s okay.- he looked at you with love in his eyes.- I fell in love with you too...

-You don't know how happy I am to hear that... Can I kiss you?

-You don’t have to ask me Vinnie.

He placed a loving and passionate kiss on your lips.

-But Vinnie...- you said uncertainly.

-Yes sweetheart? - he asked a little worried.

-You can't steal my panties anymore.- he chuckled at your words.

-You promise?

-I promise...- he covered you two with a blanket and snuggled into you even more, inhaling your scent.

He placed one last kiss on your forehead and you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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lululandd · 1 year ago

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antics;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1.4k+

warnings: fluff, reader owns a cat, the cat has a name

note: happy holidays :3 (also on AO3)

summary: reader unknowingly pranks simon.

part i. | part ii. | part iii.

Your pet cat had been restless the whole day; pacing around the front door with his tail swishing about, meowing your way and then stared at the door to let you know he wanted to go outside, batting things away from your hands, before camping in front of the door to nap in front of it.

He’s back.

And by ‘he’ you mean the really tall burly man that lives at the other end of the hall that your cat loves. He is an indoor cat that gets to sniff the hallway and the lift on extremely rare occasions, so how he figures out the man is back home when he’s inside your flat you will never know.

He met him one time. One time. If it wasn’t for his obsession with the man you’d have forgotten about the whole thing. Your naughty pet had escaped and ran towards the open lift that day, and unluckily the doors were open, but luckily there was a man with quick reflexes right by the door that caught him in between his legs. He pinched the little bastard by the neck with his ankles and just stood there while you two looked at each other in surprise.

He recovered far quicker than you did. “You gonna get ‘em or what?” His tone is clipped, hands holding onto the elevator door so it doesn’t close on him.

It snapped you out of your stupor. “Sorry!” You walked towards him and kneeled as you tried to grab your chubby pet.

This incident stayed on his little kitty brain over and over or something because he never got over the man til this day. There would be weeks, even months of ‘normal’ behaviour until he behaves, well… like this.

Only this time you decided to indulge him to see what he would do. You cautiously watched his excited little pitter patter and raised tail a couple of steps behind, ready to haul him back home if it gets too overwhelming or if the man reacts negatively. He stood up on both his hind legs at his door and started meowing, ears perked up intently towards it. His eyes practically shining black orbs when he turned his head to look at you. He puts his paws back down on the ground and meows one last time towards the oncoming footsteps from the other side of the door.

He bolted around the man’s legs as soon as it opened, running straight into his flat. He had learnt from his previous mistake of going in between them.

“What the fuck.” He muttered under his breath as he turned his head back inside, before closing the door. You had worried he would do something drastic but he came back out a few seconds later, with your cat held by the chest as the rest of his body sits on his forearm. He seems to be content being slung around by a stranger. “Li’l cheeky bastard tried to get my salmon.”

“Oh no…” You placed both hands on your mouth, “I hope he didn't get any?”

“He allergic?” He asks, eyebrows knitting close together in what you hope to be concern. It was a little hard to discern his expression when he had his lower half of his face covered with a mask.

You shook your head as you stepped forwards, offering to take your cat back. “No, he’s not. Just didn’t want him to ruin your meal, that’s all.”

“He didn’t get any.” He bounced your fat cat on his arm like he weighs nothing. “What’s his name?”

“Meese.” You answered as seriously as you could, “Like the plural form of moose.” adding the explanation when he looks confused.

He nodded solemnly before swishing the arm with your cat on it around, “So where does Meese live?”

It took all your will power and strength to not giggle at his question, trying your best to look neutral as you pointed at the other end of the hallway.

He raised his arm so he could stare into Meese’s face, “How in bloody hell didja smell my salmon from way over there, boy?”

“I’m so sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all.” He waved it off as if nothing that just happened was out of the ordinary, like a stranger’s cat purring up a storm on his forearm is a common occurrence, and his Salmon dinner wasn’t almost ruined by said cat.

“I should probably get back.” You took another step forwards, again offering to take him off his hands. “I can come back later after you finish dinner if you want to play with him?”

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Harsh winds whipped at his fur collar, making it flap annoyingly against his helmet as he kept his sights on the building through his binoculars. The mission brought him and Laswell to Norway, with him lying prone out here on the twenty centimeter snow while Laswell is sitting on a chair in a heated fucking tent, probably has hot chocolate with her. With marshmallows.

His radio garbled to life, the sound half drowned by the blizzard. “Sitrep, Brav—.”

He cuts her off immediately. “Nothin’ yet. Cold as fuck, over.”

“Snippy are we?” He can hear the smile and playfulness in her tone.“Are you out of heat packs, Ghost?”

“Savin’ a couple.” He regrets not creating a snow wall and now the weather’s getting to him. Soap would’ve laughed at his stupidity if he was here with them.

The thought punched him in the gut, a shiver washed over him as the thought of his best friend loomed heavy over his psyche.

“See anything interesting, Ghost?”

What the actual fuck is Laswell on about.

He’s never been close with Laswell, as she’s usually paired up with Price and Gaz. On the past few missions she’s in his ear, he’s never been on the direct receiving end of her casual jabber and Ghost felt a little awkward joking around with someone as high rank as Laswell. He wishes he has Gaz’s easy personality and openness right now, that man even cut through his defences like a lightsaber on butter.

He adjusted his binoculars and zoomed out a little bit to get a better look around the compound to find something to humour his superior. There’s a wooded area on the right, and a frozen over body of water on the left, a derelict civilian jeep sitting all by its lonesome in the middle of said lake. It made him smile the first time he saw it, because it’s the kind of thing he would’ve started or participated in if he worked in this god-forsaken place.

A harmless betting pool. Guess what date—and maybe time—would the jeep sink into the water, and win a couple rations, or chocolate bars maybe. Perhaps cash if they trust each other enough. Whatever prick tied up inside the jeep would just be an added bonus. The perfect pastime that could initiate an investigation.

Just as he thought about people he would love to stuff in a sinking car, a movement at the far edge of the clearing caught his eye. There were two of them, a slow-moving large animal with a smaller version of it by its side.

“Didn’t know meese exist out here.” He spoke up.

“Can you repeat that, bravo?”

“Meese. Thought they were native to Canada or North America.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

The cold plummeted his patience for Laswell. He’s trying his damnedest to sound neutral. “Moose, the animal. Like elks but ugly. Saw two of ‘em.”

Laswell had seemingly ignored his observation, the two animals he spotted had long walked away when Laswell’s voice came through his ear piece again, “Ghost?”

“Copy.”

“The plural of moose is still moose. It’s not like one goose and a couple of geese. For them it’s one moose and two or more of them would still be moose.”

“What?”

“Don’t know how else to tell you, Bravo.” He heard the start of a garbled laughter before Laswell cuts herself off out of respect. She started a moment later, “Who told you it was meese?”

The cat. The girl with the cat messed with him.

“Nobody. Thought they work the same way.”

This time Laswell laughed in his ear, purposefully turning on the radio so he could hear it.

Oh, you’re definitely getting pranked back for making him look stupid in front of his handler.

#call of duty #call of duty imagines #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #scuffed writing #when in christ fuck will ghost leave my mind so i can write about someone else #meese universe

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vinylfoxbooks · 2 months ago

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25 Days of Jegumas | Day 1 | Day 7 December 8 - Holiday Music | @noblehouseofgay | wc: 657

“We’re home,” Regulus hums, walking into the room with his son in his arms. James doesn’t respond verbally, but there are some sounds coming from the living room, and words that he can’t quite decipher.

There are a myriad of things that Regulus can walk in on with his partner, and most things he has seen already. So he’s not shocked when, of all things, he walks into the living room and James is playing Christmas music loud enough to not be heard from the entryway, but absolutely loud enough for James to be nearly belting too -- which makes sense what he was hearing upon walking into the house. They’re dancing around with a broom, singing into the end of it and twirling around the living room.

He watches them for a while, smiling gently at their partner’s antics fondly, before he clears his throat to make himself known. James pauses in the middle of their dramatic rendition of White Winter Hymnal to whip themself around to see him, grinning brightly, “Hello the my favourite people in the world.” They do a funny little shimmy dance towards them, bringing their arms to wrap around Regulus’ waist, “My love, light of my life, my star.” They kiss him softly, pulling back and pressing a kiss to a very sleepy Harry’s head, “My world, my baby.” And they bring one of their hands to push little curls out of the way so they can kiss his temple.

Regulus laughs softly, “You’re in a good mood.”

They grin, “Christmas music always gets me in a good mood, my love. Was the playdate good?”

Regulus nods, “Draco is definitely more haughty than Harry, but they warmed up to each other well.”

“That’s good,” they smile, “It’s been so long since the last time they’ve seen each other. How was Narcissa?”

“She’s doing well, I can’t tell what’s going on with Lucius, but that’s not my business.”

They hum, “I see that it tuckered the boy out.”

Regulus nods, “Mhm, I’m not sure if we should let him nap though, since it’s so close to bedtime.”

James nods and gently runs their fingers over the little boy’s brow, “We can figure it out. Did you have fun, Haz?” Harry gently nods, eyes lidded with sleep, “Well, we don’t want you going to sleep right now…” they think for a moment before humming, “Do you two want to dance with me?”

Regulus rolls his eyes but nods, and James moves to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into the center of the living room just as the song switches. Deck the Halls. Where James starts bouncing around and singing loudly, Regulus just bounces a bit, singing as well and trying to keep Harry as awake as possible.

They go through songs like that: You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, Here Comes Santa Claus, Joy to the World, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Up On the Housetop, the list goes on. And eventually Harry begins to perk up, squirming to get out of his dad’s arms and be let down so he can dance as well with the two. They take a break to eat some of the leftovers that Effie left when she came to visit earlier in the day and go back to their listening to music, though they all settle down with a board game that Harry can play.

And when the boy is in bed, after passing out as soon as his head hits the pillow, James and Regulus settle on their couch, the fire roaring. James has turned down their music and switched to the softer Christmas music, playing it low enough that they can hear it but loud enough that it can fill the silence between them.

“You and your little obsession with Christmas music is something special…”

“Hey, it helped keep our son awake, didn’t it?” They push him with their shoulder.

Day 9

#marauders #james potter #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #baby harry potter #harry potter #nonbinary james potter #microfics #25daysofjegumas

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toppersjeep · 1 year ago

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Chapter 13- All For Love Charles Leclerc

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(One more chapter left after this everyone!! Thank you for all the love on this book. It means the world) -AN

elenaleclerc✔️: I’ve been away from social media for a while now. But I really don’t think I can hide this anymore from the world. I’d like to introduce everyone to our baby girl. We thought you were gonna be a boy at first but we were very surprised the day you were born. Either way I’m so happy that you are here. I’m so proud to be your mom. I love you so much I can’t get over how adorable you are. I also can’t get over this picture like look at both my babies. With that being said I’d love to share her name with everyone. I’d like everyone to meet Jules Joy Leclerc. We knew immediately we wanted Jules but Charles had the most amazing idea for her middle name. In honor of my late mother. I hope you all stick with the three of us in this next chapter. We love you all so much.

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landonorris✔️: does this mean I can post the cute pics of me and jul??

elenaleclerc✔️: landonorris yes !! omg and send the cute family ones

adelinebellamy✔️: STAWP I LOVE BABY LECLERC

danielricciardo✔️: Jules 🥹

mercedesamg✔️: baby Jules she’s so precious

lewishamilton✔️: Roscoe misses Jules !! bring her by the paddock 🥺

charlesleclerc✔️: love you both more than anything my Ferrari girls 🥹❤️

ferrari✔️: baby leclerc maybe a future world champion like her mama 😉

maxverstappen1✔️: p says she misses Jules bring her by sometime:)

elenaleclerc✔️: maxverstappen1 I will most definitely bring Jules by the paddock soon

kellypiquet✔️: oh she’s beautiful has her moms smile and dads eyes 🥹

elenaleclerc✔️: kellypiquet so happy she had his eyes like I’m obsessed with her

I walked into the paddock carrying Jules. Everyone smiled and took pictures. The Netflix crew came up. I smiled.

“Hey Netflix this is miss Jules” I said she smiled. I then waved her little hand. “And we are off to Ferrari to see Dad race huh” I said. “Love her little Ferrari outfit” Christian said walking by.

“Isn’t it adorable” I said. “You sure she can’t have a Red Bull hat” Christian said. “What do you think” I said. Jules pointed to the Ferrari garage. “Ahhh I see just like her Dad” Christian said I smiled.

We then went to the Ferrari paddock. Everyone smiled as we walked in together.

“Aweee baby Jules” Joris said. “She’s actually pretty excited.. she napped till we got here” I said. “She’s adorable” he said. “Ready to go find daddy” I said she smiled.

We then walked into the garage.

“Oh look who’s here is that my favorite Leclerc” Carlos said. “Look it’s Uncle Carlos” I said she laughed. “Oh my goodness the whole Ferrari outfit aren’t you adorable” Carlos said. “Her little pants even have dads number” I said.

“Oh my god” Carlos said. “Oh my goodness is that my little girl” Charles said walking over. Jules smiled. “Who’s that baby” I said she laughed. “Oh my goodness come here” Charles said taking her. “She’s been so excited” I said.

“Oh I missed you my little princess” Charles said kissing her head. “We missed you too” I said. “You know I missed you my lucky charm of course” Charles said kissing me. “Lucky charms now” Carlos said. “Most definitely” Charles said looking at Jules.

“Did you see her outfit” I said. “Oh my goodness look at my little Ferrari girl” Charles said. “This is the cutest thing ever” Charles said. I took a picture of them. “So making this my lockscreen” I said. “Jules are you hungry let’s grab some food huh” Charles said.

After a long day of racing we went back to our house. Thankfully the race was in Monaco today. So we were all able to go.

“She’s having a hard time sleeping” I said. “Oh let me try” Charles said. “You can rest it was a long race day Charles” I said. “I got it” Charles said walking into Jules room.

“Oh honey what’s wrong” Charles said looking into her crib. She cried. “It’s alright daddy’s here I promise” Charles said. I leaned in the doorway. He then picked her up. “I’m not going anywhere” he said to her.

He then sung her a little song. And soon enough she was fast asleep with her little head rested on him. He then set her back into her crib and covered her up.

We both walked out of her room.

“See I don’t know how you get her to sleep” I said. “I guess she’s just a daddy’s girl” Charles said. “That makes two of us” I said. “So Mrs. Leclerc.. I believe we have a race to celebrate” Charles said.

“Yeah really oh who won today” I said. “I think your pretty amazing husband got P1 today” Charles said I smiled. “And what does he want” I said. “His prize” he said. “Mmmh..” I said kissing him.

Later…

“So will you ever come back to racing” Charles said. “Actually I am but not as a driver” I said. “What will you be doing” Charles asked. I snuggled up to him. “Toto offered me the job of a race strategist” I said.

“That’s perfect love” Charles said. “Yeah and Jules can come too” I said. “I do want to tell you after this year I’m retiring” Charles said. “You are” I said. “I wanna spend time with my girls” Charles said.

“We’d like that” I said. “And I’m thinking of opening up my own karting track for kids” Charles said. “I think that sounds like an amazing idea” I said. “Only if you’ll help too” he said. “I’d follow you anywhere Charles I have since day one” I said.

“And that’s why I love you” he said. “More that our daughter” I said. “I think I love you both equally” he said. Then Jules started crying again. “Speak of our girl” I said. “Get rest I’ll feed her love” Charles said.

“Thank you baby” I said he kissed me. “Mmmh go to sleep” Charles said I smiled. I couldn’t ask for anything better in life.

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bunnypeew · 1 year ago

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Under star-lit skies - Moon/Sun x reader part 1

Okay so I started writing this cuz my obsession for Sun and Moon came back since I keep getting posts and fanart of them so here is the first part of the fanfic you can read it on Ao3 linked in my bio :3c

it was one of those days, one where you and your class had to go to a stupid location outside of town. You weren’t eager about it since you preferred being closed in the confinement of your dorm room, but an outing was necessary even for you. You got up from your bed unwillingly and started getting dressed, some sweatpants a t-shirt and a hoodie on top, was pretty easygoing and comfortable for a day out.

you weren’t sure where you were going until it came into focus, the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex for some reason you weren’t going to question it since your school did choose some random places all the time, not caring if it’s educational or not, but you guessed it was because of the way the pizzaplex was built, could be really interesting or maybe how the animatronics worked. You all went into the pizzaplex being greeted by some basic-looking bots holding maps

“Take a map, take a map,,

you take one and look the other way a little creeped out, you hope those poor things weren’t sentient like the bigger ones otherwise this would’ve been fucked up. The tour starts then, going around the entire pizzaplex from Gator golf to Roxy raceway, it was pleasant meeting the big animatronics in charge of entertainment. Roxy, in charge of Roxy Raceway, was a wolf animatronic with long grey hair and a puff of green in the front, while Gator Golf was attended by Monty, an alligator-like animatronic with icon star-shaped sunglasses, he was pretty cool. Then you arrived at the star of the gang Freddy Fazbear himself, he was a nice bear animatronic with a little top hat on his head and an iconic earring on his left ear. He waved at everyone with a happy smile on his face, you waved back catching his attention, noticing you he winked at you also doing finger guns, you smiled and blushed a little bit at that (blushing over an animatronic? Are you okay??)

You then arrived at your last stop, the Superstar Daycare. It was a place full of kids, also full of toys and arts&crafts stuff (of course like the name said it was a daycare) but something caught your eye, the animatronic that was attending the children, it was a jester-like robot with a sun for a head that could spin around when it wanted to

“Hello everyone! I am Sun! the daycare attendant I hope you guys had a lovely tour so far!,,

he says lively his rays on his head spinning around happily, Sun huh? (ironic isn’t it) You were fascinated by him, he was really, pretty? I guess you could call him pretty.

When you got back to your dorm you picked up your laptop right away and started doing research on Fazbear Entertainment, finding a lot of weird stuff about some lawsuits and shit like that, you didn’t care you went on to look if the pizzaplex out of town was looking for a job, you really needed one and that was a big place so maybe they did need some human personal, you were also hoping you’d get to work near or in the daycare, you wanted to know more about Sun. Thinking about that you looked up the Superstar Daycare for some more information and found yet another lawsuit about the daycare this time, you read through it.

“my son was traumatised by your stupid daycare attendant and can’t sleep with the lights off anymore, whatever that thing did to him. You should decommission it right away it is not safe for children,,

you scrunch up your nose at that, because there is no way this person was talking about Sun seemed like a nice guy! So you did more research finding out the animatronic they were talking about was not Sun, but an animatronic called Moon, he was the nap time attendant and apparently, they were two separate animatronics, which intrigued you even more.

Doing even more research you find out they were actually looking to hire someone, it didn't say in which position but you weren't one to complain about stuff like that so you wrote an email and sent it, you weren't expecting a reply right away so you decided to go to bed.

It was dark, and something was bothering you but you couldn't put your finger on it, you found yourself in a jungle gym of some sort crumbled up like a pretzel, you started moving in front of you or what you thought was in front of you, while moving you could hear some sort of music, like a soft melody getting closer and closer until it stopped, you stopped as well, looking around now trying to understand where you were.

clang.

BOOM.

You wake up in your bed full of sweat and your heart beating super fast, you get your phone from your nightstand only to see it is 2 am, you definitely can't sleep after this weird ass nightmare you just add so you decide to start scrolling through social media. Before you get the chance to do that tho you get a notification from your emails, saying that Fazbear Entertainment sent a reply to your email, accepting your application!

You get up to do a little victory dance happy for it to begin.

tomorrow is another day.

this is how they will look in the fanfic since they are separate animatronics here the one in the middle is my persona ignore them I insert myself in every fandom I go in lol!!

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vitentia · 2 years ago

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SAY YES TO HEAVEN .lıllıl.

pairings ━━ rockstar!ellie williams x artist!girlfriend!reader (no physical descriptions used but female pronouns are used)

warnings ━━ little bit of teasing but sfw, teeth rotting fluff

synopsis ━━ you and Ellie came from entirely different worlds. she was all about the limelight, you preferred pen names, she lived for the burns and cramps on her fingers after a long show, while you preferred the satisfaction of finishing a strenuous piece of work. but when Ellie wakes up to find you taking a page from her book, everything makes sense again.

authors note ━━ i needed more fun ellie fics without the smut so I decided to write it myself in case anyone feels the same lol.

Wow.

Ellie’s friends often joke about her beings whipped but, fuck, she’d never felt it until now. Watching your eyes dart back and forth between her position and your canvas was truly a sight to behold. To be honest, she didn’t quite know what was going on when her eyes fluttered open with a blue tinted light casted over the room.

She’d assumed herself dead and was quite comfortable with the heaven she was casted upon, not that she though she’d be in heaven in the first but, hey.

At first, she took a sharp inhale and sat up abruptly, looking around like a madman before your frantic hands waved her down.

“No, no, no, no! Don’t move!” You stood up from your seat across from the couch she was napping on and pushed her on her back.

“Damn, woman! Let me wake up first.” She joked, squinting her eyes as you pushed and prodded at her face to position it just right.

Once you were happy with the pose, you skipped back over to your spot and began dipping your brush into the watercolor paint.

She smiled to herself, “Are you drawing me while I sleep, Mr. Goldberg?”

You gave her a pointed look and continued your simple strokes. “It was golden hour and you looked so calm, sue me.”

“Does this mean I can go back to sleep?”

“No.”

Ellie clicked her teeth but remained still, her eyes tracing over your…everything for the entirety of the time she was laying there. Silence remained a safety blanket over the both of you and, for once, her ears stopped ringing.

“I thought you were in a art slump, what happened?”

You sighed with a shy smile. “You happened.”

“Aww babe-“ she cooed, sitting up on her elbows until you fully moved out from behind the canvas.

“Don’t!-“

“Sorry!” Ellie apologized, immediately going back to her position. Once she was comfortable she gave you a smile. “Better?”

Giving her the “I see you” gesture, you slid back on your chair and switched brushes. “I thought about what you said.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Wh…what did I say?”

“The…the fight we had last week, it had me thinking.” Ellie sucked in a breath, ready to interrupt. “Don’t speak until I’m done, Ellie Williams.” She shut her mouth. “You’re right, I am too…obsessive with my art. Honestly, I think I was so defensive because it’s true. I don’t take risks with my art, I don’t branch out, and when I don’t feel like it’s good I just self implode and hate it and myself. But you’re…not.”

“Well-“

“You’re so confident about everything you do. When you fail or mess up you just…laugh? It blows me away every time. You blow me away, Ellie.” You sighed and put down your brush. “When I came out of the shower and saw you asleep on the couch with the light hitting your face just right, you looked so serene I decided to take a page out of your book. Hence the watercolor.”

When you didn’t speak again, Ellie assumed she could speak now. “Does that mean I can move now?”

You chuckled lightly and stood up, holding your hand out for hers. She took it happily and immediately walked over to the canvas.

“Hang on, I’m not-“ Cut off by Ellie’s gasp, you assumed the worst and cringed, fiddling with your hands.

“Is that what I look like?!” Ellie exclaimed. From her hunched over position, she looked up at you with a childlike wonder in her eyes. “Hell, no wonder your so in love with me. Look at me!”

You gave her a playful glare as she stood to her full height and put her hands on her hips, proudly looking at her work. Ellie smiled widely at you and yanked you into her arms, fully encapsulating you in her entire being as she squeezed away all doubts and fears you still held.

“God, I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not easy for you to let loose but the fact that you did this just for me is unbelievable.” You cuddled into her hug, trying hiding your embarrassment from her eyes until she abruptly pulled away and gripped your cheeks with one hand and staring deeply into your eyes. “I will marry you, you know that?”

You tried to smile but were prevented from that when she pulled you into a kiss, and then another one, and another one, and another one, and-

“Okay, okay, okay! I get it.” You laughed, pulling away from a breath.

Still holding your cheeks, Ellie pulled away with a geeky smile. “We should have kids.”

You gave her a confused look.

“Forget the logistics of it. I just want another you. Forever and ever.” She waved away your confused and turned into laughter, pulling you into another hug.

“Now who’s obsessed, Mrs. Goldberg?”

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selunesdreams · 4 months ago

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Chapter 9: Missed Connection

"But what about your missed connection? I wouldn’t want to stand in your way if she turns up.” Gale caught her by the wrist and guided her onto the dance floor, clasping one of her hands in his while the other rested upon her hip. Placing her free hand against his chest to steady herself, Florence let him lead the dance, her skin flushing as he leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Would you like to know a secret, Florence?” “I do love secrets.” As the music played, Gale waltzed with her casually, his hand sliding upward to fit perfectly at her waist. She could see heads turn, her peers gossiping. “You already know her quite well.” She raised an eyebrow, leaning back suspiciously. “I thought it was obvious. I’ve been trying to talk to you since the party, but you always seem to be surrounded by friends or otherwise occupied. Or more recently, completely absent. You’ve been missing from classes, the dining hall…where have you been?” “I came down with a cold earlier in the week.” The lie came to her easily, just like every other time in her life. “Nothing serious, I hope? Or contagious?” Gale leaned in close with a roguish grin, “Not that you aren’t worth the risk.” Florence halted, staring with her mouth agape. “Gale…I-” He took her hand again, pulling her against him a bit more firmly, but still loose enough that she had an out should she choose to take it. “We’re just dancing, Florence. That’s all this is,” he reassured her playfully. His confidence seemed to falter ever so slightly, but the mask slipped back into place as she allowed him to resume the dance. “Just dancing.” She echoed.

Summary: Florence runs into trouble at the goblin camp, takes a little nap, and dreams about a missed opportunity from her past with Gale. Ouch.

Pairing: Gale x Named Tav/OFC

Words: 4.3k

Warnings (please mind for this one, it gets hot and heavy, but also heavy-heavy): 18+, MDNI, violence, blood, depictions of self harm, references to incubus-related SA/deception, intrusive thoughts/distress from obsessive compulsive disorder, Astarion saying appalling things, and painful yearning.

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The following morning, Florence and her companions set out for the goblin camp Zevlor had told them about. As they wound through the woods, she did her best to step high over carrion and puddles of bloody rainwater that lined the path.

“Can’t we just side with the goblins? There’s so many of them. It’ll take hours to kill them all.” Astarion groaned.

Wyll trudged up a steep hill, hand on the rapier at his hip. “I’m going to let that question pass, because you had a bad night, Astarion.”

“It’s just-heroics aren’t really my thing-”

“I am running on little sleep and zero patience after being awakened by your teeth in my neck.” Gale growled. Florence’s gaze drifted to the scar lingering where Shadowheart had healed him from the bite. “Return to camp or come along. No one here cares, but please, will you shut up!”

The vampire raised his eyebrows and smirked, giving the wizard a wide breadth as he fell in step next to Florence, who scrambled for something to hold as she narrowly avoided face planting in the mud.

“Your wizard is testy today.” Astarion said, catching her by the elbow and dragging her uphill with him. He was surprisingly strong. “Trouble in paradise?”

“I am the only friend you have left here, Astarion. Don’t fuck it up.” She said, pulling her arm away.

“I can probably win back Karlach.”

“By advocating for the slaying of her kinfolk?”

“I didn’t say we kill the Tieflings, just…remain neutral. Let nature take its course…”

“Are you serious?” Florence stopped in her tracks. “After all you’ve been through, do you actually think - agh!”

Something like an ice pick stabbed at her brain, and she fell on her hands and knees in the dirt, clutching her skull. Astarion hissed through his teeth, and Shadowheart cried out, confirming she wasn’t the only one affected.

Hear my voice. Obey my command.

The words came from within her mind, rather outside her body, and she shook as the corners of her vision went black. She was drowning in nothingness, pulled to obey as three dark figures appeared in her mind’s eye.

These are my chosen-

The voice was cut off by a vivid orange light, energy pulsing from behind her as Shadowheart thrust a metal object forward, somehow interrupting the Absolute’s command. The woods came back into view, and Florence heard birds singing in the distance again, the babble of the river downhill.

“What-” Gale gritted out “-just happened?”

“Better question, what is that?” Astarion pointed at the artifact clenched in Shadowheart’s fist, and she brought it to her chest possessively, taking a defensive stance.

“Don’t look at me like that! I don’t know what’s happening any more than you do!”

“Nice one, Shadowheart!” Karlach clapped her on the back. “I think that thing in your pocket saved our asses.”

“Yes, but what in the hells is it?” Astarion demanded, rising to his feet. “Have you been keeping that trinket to yourself this whole time knowing it’s the only thing between us and sprouting tentacles?”

“What Astarion meant to ask, Shadowheart, is whether you might be a tad more generous with your explanation?” Well interjected.

She groaned and balanced the artifact between her fingertips.

“I serve Lady Shar.” She let out a heavy exhale. “I was tasked with bringing this back to my cloister in Baldur’s Gate for her at any cost. My memories have been repressed, and this mission requires the utmost secrecy. If I reach my contact in the city, I’ll have my memories restored, but until then, I have to guard this thing with my life,” she said bitterly. “There. You have the truth, for all it’s worth.”

“It appears we do.” Astarion murmured, eyeing the artifact with interest. “Worshiping the Dark Lady, tsk. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I can say no more, only that I can’t afford to fail.”

“Then I suggest we keep moving. We are wasting time speculating.” Lae’zel growled, pressing forward.

“Yes, let’s.” Wyll said. “We came here to save the tieflings. The rest of this will have to wait.”

“I would have to agree with Wyll.” Gale grumbled as he stood and brushed himself off. He extended a hand, tugging Florence her to her feet, his touch lingering a bit longer than necessary. His harsh expression softened, and he blushed, turning away and continuing on.

After crossing a bridge with the constructive integrity of a tree branch poised to snap, Florence smelled the camp before she stepped foot in it. It reeked of beer and strange meat, - humanoid by her assessment of its size - as it roasted it over the fire. Inebriated goblins crowded their path, and as they made their way through, Shadowheart became distracted by an owlbear cub, taking out her coin purse and bargaining with a goblin for its freedom.

“Those things grow teeth and claws first, you know,” Gale warned.

“Just-keep going. I’ll meet you at camp later. I have no interest in exploring some Selûnite temple.” The word came off her tongue like a curse as she nodded at a crumbling statue of the Moonmaiden near the temple’s entrance.

“I will not allow you to leave my sight while you hold the key that keeps us from becoming thralls, istik!” Lae’zel snarled. “I will remain as well. My creche shall cleanse me of the tadpole. I have no need for side quests.”

With a roll of his eyes but not a word of objection, Wyll waved everyone else on.

Once inside, they divided up their objectives: Karlach would address the drow running the camp, Minthara, while Wyll would look for the druid Halsin.

Astarion, Florence, and Gale were tasked with dispatching the goblin High Priestess - Gut, as she was so eloquently called - but not before investigating whether she might heal them. As they rounded the corner, however, they stumbled across a bard they’d met at the Grove, in a cage.

“We can’t just leave him.” Gale hissed to Astarion, who was eager to keep moving. “That’s the Vollo.”

“If I recall, you warned him of what the goblins were likely to do to him.”

“Go pick the lock, Astarion,” Florence commanded. “Gale and I will handle Gut.”

The vampire sulked, but broke off, muttering something about needing a skeleton key under his breath.

“He listens to you. Impressive.” Gale said as they descended a short staircase.

“Residual guilt from killing me.” Florence said and smirked. The potion vials in her pack clanked together, catching the attention of a goblin woman standing near a makeshift altar for the Absolute.

“Now here’s somebody special!” As she approached, Florence noted that her feathered shoulder pads were matted with blood. “The Absolute has touched you, hasn’t she?”

“I ah, yes. Yes, she has!” Gale gave a slight bow.

“In Her name.” Florence added.

“Indeed. Now, Priestess Gut needs to touch you, hold out your arm so I can mark your flesh.”

“That won’t be necessary, surely.“ Gale stepped in front of Florence as she recoiled. “We need not wear such a brand to prove our faith.”

The priestess’ brows furrowed and there was the slightest brush against Florence’s mind, the tadpole wriggling as she reached for it. Next to her, Gale stiffened, presumably experiencing the same sensation.

“There is something more to you, isn’t there? You’ve got something swimmin’ about in your head, don’t you?” Gut stuck a gnarled fingernail in her ear, “Maybe I can help you with that. Us True Souls got to look out for one another.”

Gale breathed a sigh of relief. “Your assistance in this matter would be wonderful. Right, Florence?”

“Right.” She said warily.

“Let’s deal with this in my chapel. In private. Don’t want this lot interfering with True Soul business,” the goblin priestess suggested. “One at a time, though.” Her eyes flitted between them and she pointed at Florence.

“You first.”

“If it’s all the same to you,” Gale began, sensing her apprehension, “My companion and I would prefer to remain-”

“Do you want your ladyfriend to become a squiddie or not?” Gut snapped.

“She’s not-of course I-”

Florence set a hand on Gale’s wrist to silence him, and he nodded, eyes flicking between her and the priestess.

“Right, of course. I’ll wait here.” A shadow of worry fell over his features and she gave his arm one final squeeze before following Gut to her chambers. The door slammed behind them and Florence flinched, concentrating on a shortlist of defensive spells.

Priestess Gut picked a vial off a table and shoved it into Florence’s hands unceremoniously.

“Drink this. It’ll cleanse you before the Absolute can touch ya.”

Florence sniffed at the elixir, picking up on the scent of werejackal blood.

“This is a sleeping potion. Are you trying to trick-”

“No tricks! You want help or not?” Gut growled.

Without arguing, Florence obediently removed the cap and downed the liquid. If she ended up dead, Withers could probably resurrect her again. Or maybe death would be a blessing in disguise.

Her consciousness drifted away, and her limbs felt lighter, weaker. With her remaining strength, she reached out to Gale through the tadpole, her mind as feeble as her legs beneath her, before she collapsed on the ground.

Help.

Soon, she slipped into a sleep, and dreamt of a memory buried by grief, and the passing of time.

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“Gale Dekarios, are you aware your Tressym is terrorizing partygoers on the balcony?”

He turned in response to Florence’s tap on his shoulder, eyebrows raised as he smiled in recognition. He was dressed nobly for the Blackstaff ball, a black, fine linen shirt with an indigo, slim-fitted waistcoat affixed over it. His matching trousers were expertly tailored, stopping at the ankle above a pair of embellished leather shoes. Florence couldn’t help but wonder what kind of money his family had.

A light dusting of snow melted on the shoulder of his thick wool dress coat, layered over the ensemble, suggesting he had recently come in from outside. She noticed he now donned a single charm featuring the Lady of Mystery’s symbol on his left ear. Not unusual, but new for the wizard.

“Florence! I wasn’t sure I’d see you here.” He glanced around her curiously. “Where’s your date?”

She shrugged. “I don’t have one. I’ve decided to show up and see what happens.”

“Strange for you to come unprepared.” Gale jested.

“I could say the same to you. I don’t see anyone on your arm.”

“There was someone I’d wanted to ask, but she’s…rather elusive.” He answered with a grin.

“A shame. And you even changed out of your Academy robes for her! I’m not sure she deserves you, Gale.” Florence teased.

“Don’t discredit her so soon,” He chuckled, before lowering his voice. “Florence, I don’t want to alarm you, but Pierson Wenzel is staring at you.”

She spared a glance and grimaced.

“I promised him a dance earlier to get out of a conversation.”

“That guy? He can barely cast a cantrip! You can do better, surely.”

“I don’t doubt your judgment, Gale, but wizards are notoriously pretentious, and the good ones are all spoken for. My options are limited.” she glanced at the other couples around the room. Not a wallflower in sight.

With a small bow, Gale offered his hand, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at her.

“If I’m not too pompous for you, I’d love to escort you for the evening. Perhaps I’ll be weaseling you out of a regrettable arrangement.”

Florence laughed.

“And what do I tell Pierson?”

“To piss off.”

“Gale. I can’t be that cruel-“

“Why not? He doesn’t seem bothered.”

He nodded again and Florence turned to find Pierson flirting with Estee Sagedust, a petite High Elf barely in her twentieth year of life. She was a head shorter than Florence, with curly blonde hair that fell down her back, and bright blue eyes that bore into Pierson’s as his hand trailed down her arm. Estee was the kind of beautiful kings waged wars over, and Pierson Wenzel was, as Gale noted, nothing spectacular.

“Well, that makes things easier,” Florence said, “But shouldn’t we rescue poor Estee?”

“I watched her dump wine on a drunk at a party once and light him on fire with a snap of her fingers. She’ll be just fine.”

“Noted. But what about your missed connection? I wouldn’t want to stand in your way if she turns up.”

Gale caught her by the wrist and guided her onto the dancefloor, clasping one of her hands in his while the other rested upon her hip. Placing her free hand against his chest to steady herself, Florence let him lead the dance, her skin flushing as he leaned down to murmur in her ear.

“Would you like to know a secret, Florence?”

“I do love secrets.”

As the music played, Gale waltzed with her casually, his hand sliding upward to fit perfectly at her waist. She could see heads turn, her peers gossiping.

“You already know her quite well.”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning back suspiciously.

“I thought it was obvious. I’ve been trying to talk to you since the party, but you always seem to be surrounded by friends or otherwise occupied. Or more recently, completely absent. You’ve been missing from classes, the dining hall…where have you been?”

Averting her eyes, she focused on a couple dancing a few steps away. The ballroom was exquisite. Marbled floors, walls and ceilings, embellished with gold accents and burgundy drapery. Blackstaff Tower could hardly compare, nor hold such a large gathering, so one of the local nobles had offered their place of residence, as was tradition. Who, Florence wasn’t certain.

“I came down with a cold earlier in the week.” The lie came to her easily, just like every other time in her life.

“Nothing serious, I hope? Or contagious?” Gale leaned in close with a roguish grin, “Not that you aren’t worth the risk.”

Florence halted, staring with her mouth agape.

“Gale…I-”

He took her hand again, pulling her against him a bit more firmly, but still loose enough that she had an out should she choose to take it.

“We’re just dancing, Florence. That’s all this is,” he reassured her playfully. His confidence seemed to falter ever so slightly, but the mask slipped back into place as she allowed him to resume the dance.

“Just dancing.” She echoed. In this light, he was as handsome as she’d ever seen him, brown hair meticulously arranged in half bun, the rest cascading along his neck, just short of his shoulders. His beard was trimmed, little more than stubble, reminding her of how it scratched against her cheek when she kissed him the night of the party.

Florence swallowed hard. Admittedly, she’d been avoiding him, humiliated by her actions. She didn’t want a reputation for being messy, and had no desire for recklessness and impulsivity anymore.

She’d learned her lesson when she’d opened that portal in her dorm room a week ago.

Over the last seven days, she had been hiding in her room, claiming to be ill and letting friends leave food and books outside of her door. Truthfully, she was petrified to step foot in public, plagued with Haarlep’s use of her form over and over the first few nights, worried she’d be unable to stifle a moan, or worse, during classes. But loneliness was getting the better of her, and she had a tendency to unravel when she gave into her agoraphobia. Tonight was a challenge, an opportunity to test the waters after a week of what she’d hoped was the incubus losing interest.

“I’ve come on too strong, haven’t I?” Gale asked, disappointment evident in his tone.

“No!” Florence shook her head emphatically and curled her fingertips over the breast of his waistcoat. “Just…lost in thought.”

He stopped in place, still holding her hand between his thumb and forefinger, and inclined his head towards the balcony.

“How about some fresh air? I believe Tara’s finally given up on her attempts at chaperoning.”

“Air sounds lovely.” Florence beamed, letting him lead her from the dancefloor. “Is she always so…motherly, towards you?”

Gale snorted as he opened the glass-paned door for her, and she stepped into the chilled winter air. “Morena Dekarios is motherly enough. Tara is….loyal. And enthusiastic. But not without good cause. I summoned her when I was a boy as an act of defiance. I had seen a basket of kittens at the Waterdeep market one morning, and when my parents denied me one, I took matters into my own hands.”

“Ambitious.” Florence responded, sitting on a nearby bench and adjusting her dress around her ankles. “Were you always such a precocious child?”

Gale removed his coat and threw it over her shoulders. “I’ve…been lucky to study magic at the caliber I have for a very long time.” He took a seat beside her with a grunt, leaving just enough space to rest his palm against the stone surface, leaning in closer. “What about you?”

Florence gathered the coat more tightly around her. “I started studying when I was twelve. I wasn’t summoning Tressyms, but I did singe my mother’s eyebrows once.”

“Ha!” Gale rubbed his hands together, blowing into them to warm them. “Is your mother a spellcaster?”

“Not even a little. Her family teases her that for as much as she neglects her Elvish heritage, Angharradh should remove the tips of her ears. But she’s been more than supportive of my ambitions.”

“And your father? What’s his story?”

“He left.” Florence said. “When I was seven.”

“Apologies. I know that story all too well.” Gale said bitterly. After a moment of silence, he chuckled.

“Well, this is hardly a lighthearted conversation.” He stood, offering Florence his hand, and led her to the edge of the balcony. She leaned out over the railing, letting the winter air cool her flushed cheeks. Underneath them on the lawn, snow capped trees swayed in the breeze, depositing a thin layer of white on the icy ground below. The moon rose high over silver clouds, shining through a dim fog and illuminating the faint creases around Gale’s eyes as he squinted at it.

“I’d like to kiss you again sometime, if you’d let me.” He said, watching her from the corner of his eye.

Florence inhaled slowly to disperse the butterflies that soared in her stomach.

“Oh.”

Gale shook his head, a huff of steam from his nose visible in the cold air as he stared at his feet.

“That was too forward, wasn’t it? It’s just that…” he turned to her, bracing a palm against the railing and tilting his head to the side. “It’s a shame we weren’t sober for the last one.”

Florence studied him. “You’re being gentlemanly. I was the only one inebriated that evening.” She inched closer. “But I appreciate your chivalry.”

Gale reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand, the other coming to her waist as he stooped down, giving her a chance to change her mind.

“I failed to tell you how beautiful you look tonight.”

His lips parted, just inches from hers, the fog of their breath mingled in the air between them as he hesitated.

“Gale?” Florence’s eyes darted over his shoulder.

“Yes?” He asked, his lips brushing against hers.

“Someone wants your attention, I think,” she nodded towards an elderly gentleman, tapping his foot behind him. The man cleared his throat in agreement.

Florence pulled back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the side of her neck. Gale squeezed his eyes shut, vexed by the interruption.

“Is there a reason you’re interrupting my evening, Elminster?”

Florence whirled back around.

“I’m sorry, is that Elminster Aumar?” she hissed.

The old man gave her an impassive look before addressing Gale. “I hate to interrupt, but she’d like a word, m’boy.”

Gale opened his mouth to speak, but was at a rare loss for words. His guilty expression settled on Florence.

“My most sincere apologies. I... have an urgent matter I must attend to.”

“He’s Mystra’s Chosen.” she mouthed.

“I know.”

“Is he talking about…have you met her?”

Elminster cleared his throat again.

“Wait for me. I’ll find you later.” Gale tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a small smile on his lips. “Keep the coat. It suits you.”

As he disappeared with the archmage back into the crowded ballroom, Florence felt a familiar warmth ignite in the base of her spine, warming her core, and rising in her throat like bile.

“No, no, no-”

She desperately clutched Gale’s coat to her form, and the notes of his cologne - a subtle mix of whiskey, cinnamon, and something woody - only worsened her unwanted arousal.

Florence rushed across the ballroom floor and down the spiral staircase, her heels clicking against marble and echoing through the corridor as she raced towards the exit. Mumbling fire incantations at the icy cobblestone streets of Waterdeep, she ran to her dorm, slamming the door behind her when she finally made it up the stairs and inside.

She spent the evening writhing in her bed, and when Haarlep had finished, Florence didn’t go looking for Gale Dekarios. Instead, she drew a scalding hot bath and eased herself in, scrubbing her skin raw. Despite turning a bright shade of pink, it still didn’t feel clean.

She lost track of time, and when Gale knocked on her door and called out her name, she submerged herself under the water’s surface, waiting for the muffled sound of his voice to disappear. Once he was gone, she crawled out, and with a trembling hand, snatched a folded letter he’d slid under the door.

Her fingers traced over her name, and she hurled it into the fireplace with a heart-wrenching sob, watching the flames consume it, along with any hope that the incubus would ever grant her enough peace to form romantic connections.

How could she possibly admit to someone like Gale, Mystra’s next Chosen, how foolish she had been? She had been deceived, her body traded for the hollow confirmation that she would never see her father again. She didn’t even belong to herself anymore.

Erik Ashveil had sacrificed his freedom, only for his daughter to make her own body a prison.

Each evening that followed, Florence ritualistically scrubbed at her skin until the bathwater ran red. When that didn’t dispel the invisible filth on her body, the phantom touch of Haarlep’s lovers, she evoked flames to burn herself. She locked her door, refusing to eat, attend classes, or open it for anyone.

Even when Gale pleaded from the hall for three consecutive nights, she couldn’t bring herself to give him the courtesy of an explanation. On day four, his footsteps faded away, and he didn’t return.

On day five, Blackstaff Safahr forcefully entered her room, gasping in horror at the sight before her.

On day six, for her own good, Florence was dismissed from her studies and sent home.

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“Wakey wakey! The Absolute wants to know all about that critter in your head. Start talking!”

Florence roused after receiving a sharp kick in the ribs, her face plastered against the cold stone floor of the temple, wrists bound securely at her back. Blood dripped from her nose and over her lips, some fresh, some dried. She rose to her knees, glaring at the priestess as she tested her chains. To her dismay, they were far too secure to slip out of.

“Have a nice nap?” The goblin struck her across the face so hard she saw stars. “How you haven’t turned into a squiddie by now, I don’t know, but you’ll make a tasty supper-”

Blood sprayed over the floor before her, and Florence jerked her head up to find Gale with a dagger in hand, the priestess’ throat slit as he panted over her. Gut gurgled desperately, clinging to life before going still. Gale turned pale and dropped the blade, letting it hit the floor with a clang.

“Are you alright?” He knelt behind her and muttered a spell of knock to free her from her restraints.

“I’m fine.” Florence rubbed her wrists as the chains fell away. “A knife, Gale? Have you ever even…?”

“Killed someone by non-magical means? No. I’d not killed anyone until a ten-day ago. Unfortunately, I’m getting used to it.” He wiped his bloodied hands on his robes and shook his head. “With the orb the way it is, I’m trying to conceal magical energy. However, I don’t think my next calling will be as a rogue.” He said grimly, looking at the sloppy cut he’d made in the goblin’s throat.

Florence shuddered, her mind flooded with intrusive thoughts as she remained kneeling on the floor. The cut inside her cheek and her skinned knees would be highly susceptible to infection, and the contusion to the side of her temple-

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Gale cocked his head and examined her.

Florence nodded. “Fine. Just a strange dream, that’s all.”

“Sleeping draughts are miserable. I usually end up in some stage of sleep paralysis.” He extended his hand and help her up. She stumbled into him and Gale caught her by the shoulders, steadying her, before crooking a finger under her chin, lifting it so their eyes met. His smile was a comfort, and for a moment, her mind went silent. She ached for that moment on the balcony, their lips only a breath from touching, to know what he’d written in that letter she’d discarded into the hearth…

Gale released her, opening the chamber door and waving her on.

“Let’s get you out of here. The others can figure this goblin mess out.”

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daidonzo · 2 years ago

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Natural disasters aren't that bad

Author's note: This is Chishiya's point of view of Chapter 29 of my first fanfic, As much as you want. Can also be read as a standalone. •ᴗ•

Hope you enjoy!

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Chishiya woke up in a hospital room.

It wasn't the first time it had happened, as sometimes medical students needed to work twenty-four hour shifts. During them, it was unlikely there was something to attend to at all times, so when things were quiet they would opt for taking brief naps in the rooms meant for doctors to do so, which had bunk beds and little more. They were cold and dirty, however, so Chishiya just went for the empty beds on patient's room.

This time, however, was different.

He flexed his fingers and moved his limbs, seeing what worked and what didn't, doing his own physical examination. He had a few already-treated wounds in his torso, but little more other than that. He didn't feel too bad, a slight pain here and there.

It was nowhere near as annoying as his neighbor's groans, and moans.

He looked towards his right, where the other person he had to share the room with was. He looked a lot worse than him, body completely covered in bandages. He even had difficulty breathing.

When the doctor came in, Chishiya asked what happened. They explained to him that Shibuya had been hit by a meteorite, and that there were a lot of people who had passed away, many others injured in the hospital. He had gone into cardiac arrest, but was brought back.

"Where you with someone?" The middle-aged doctor asked, tapping his glasses with his index finger so that they would stand straight over the bridge of his nose.

Chishiya was already shaking his head negatively when he remembered.

The face of a girl. Young, about his age. He frowned, slightly. One second, her features were clear on his mind, as if he had spent months with her. The other, it was nothing but a blur.

Strange.

He spent the rest of the day thinking about it, almost obsessively, up until the morning hours. How could he sleep, if his new roommate did nothing but cough and complain? At one point, Chishiya couldn't stand it anymore.

He stood up, got dressed and left the room.

He knew this hospital well, he had done his practices here before choosing to specialize in cardiothoracic pediatric surgery.

He also knew how to avoid being seen when he didn't want to.

He walked through the corridors. The hospital was overflowing, most likely because of the meteorite. There were nurses and doctors everywhere, coming in and out of rooms, throwing plastic gloves to bins after examining a patient, transporting thermometers, plastic cups filled with pills, oxygen masks and plenty of other stuff between places.

He came to a halt after crossing a corner.

There was a couple there. A man who was in his forties or fifties and a woman of about the same age, who had her face buried in her hands while crying, her shoulders shaking. The man was hugging her, speaking in a language Chishiya didn't understand. The woman finally lifted her head, nodding, and dried her tears with the back of her hands, smiling sadly at something he had said.

And Chishiya saw the same girl whose face had plagued his thoughts since that afternoon, albeit twenty or thirty years older.

Was it her? Was it a family member?

He went back to his room, feeling more confused than before.

------------------------------------------------ A few days later, he was released from the hospital.

He was by the entrance, doing all the tedious paperwork, reflecting on everything that had happened.

Since he almost died, a lot of things had changed with him.

He felt like he had wasted his life until that moment and he had the hope to, from now on, live differently. And he couldn't shake the feeling that it was because of that girl.

He would recognize her anywhere.

But, if asked to describe her features, he wouldn't know where to start.

Two young women walked past him, giggling excitedly, a pretty one with dreadlocks in her hair and the other wearing a baseball cap that covered her face. They sat down in a close bench, kept talking and laughing in a tone certainly too loud for a hospital, and Chishiya stared at them.

If they didn't want to draw any attention, they were not doing a good job.

It was then when the girl wearing the cap raised her head, and he could see her clearly.

It was the one he had been thinking about. The one whose parents (now, he was sure) he had seen in a corridor that night after he first woke up.

He examined her face. Her lips were full, if only a bit too big for the rest of her face. She had a strong jaw and faintly protruding chin. A very normal-looking nose, maybe broader than what was generally thought ideal. Her eyes were beautiful, slanted, but sunken and giving her a tired look. Her skin was pale and clear, but covered in dark bruises.

Overall, no one would have said she was ugly. No one would have said she was stunning, either.

But the more Chishiya looked at her, the more he liked her looks and the emptier his head became of any coherent thought.

She laughed.

And it was as if he had been blind all his life and was just now seeing the sun for the first time. Or looking at a field of flowers. Seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the world.

She was looking at him now. And talking about him to her friend, because the woman in dreadlocks turned around and stared, without any discretion.

Chishiya couldn't help but smirk, liking that he had caught her attention. He had to come close. He had to know who she was. He left the pen and the papers he was filling up in the counter.

And just walked straight to her.

"Hello. Sorry to bother you, do we know each other?" His tongue suddenly felt heavy in his mouth. His palms were sweating. Was he nervous? That was not a feeling he was accustomed to.

Her cheeks were red, clearly ashamed by the situation. Chishiya wasn't sure if it was because of him or because her friend was laughing out loud. He silently hoped it was because of him.

"I'm not sure." She finally answered, first looking in another direction, but then focusing her eyes on his.

"Maybe we have seen each other around the hospital?"

But Chishiya knew it wasn't that, because he had thought about her hours after waking up, without having left his room yet.

"I just woke up today for the first time. I got hit by that meteorite. I went into cardiac arrest." Not many people held his stare. But she did. The way she looked at him was cautious, timid, searching, determined. A corner of her mouth bent upwards and she directed her sarcastic grin at him, which he honestly found quite disarming. "According to the doctors I actually hit my head very, very hard and quite a few times, so it might be that we actually have seen each other before and I just don't remember."

"I would remember you." Chishiya simply said.

Her friend in dreadlocks used the sudden silence that followed that sentence to very obviously pretend to receive a phone call and leave the two of them to speak in privacy.

"The thing is… I do remember you." The blonde man continued, because what he had said wasn't quite right. "I just can't place you. But I also was there when the meteorite hit, and also went into cardiac arrest, so I guess not remembering something or someone is not out of the question."

She simply shrugged, adorably. Her mouth and nose were no longer too big for her face, they were the perfect size. What had he been thinking about? Her jaw and chin only accentuated her uniqueness. Her eyes were nothing but enchanting, captivating. Her pale skin contrasted with her red lips and with her hair, and the bruises only proved how strong she was.

"Maybe we met right before the meteorite hit and we have post-traumatic stress so none of us remember. I guess then we should meet again. Have a second-first meeting."

She extended her hand, waiting for his, still with that alluring smile.

He shook it.

"Name's Chishiya."

She told him hers. He knew he could never forget it again.

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secondratefiction · 2 years ago

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Requests you say? Tmnt Donatello x enby reader possibly? Rise! Or 2012 version, whichever is easier for you. Just some cuddling on the couch that ends in a kiss and a nap :3

All right, so, fun fact about me - I am a creature of habit who really, really doesn't like change (especially in fandom). Like it took me about 4 years to come around to the 2014/16 movies. With that in mind, I have seen a little of the 2012 series, but I'm still side-eyeing Rise real hard for right now...

But, Donnie is Donnie, and nerd-turtle has always been one of my favorites, so let's see if this is something like what you're looking for...

Dedication was probably one of Don's more endearing qualities. Let it never be said that he wouldn't go above and beyond, especially when it came to the people who were important to him.

But dedication could easily give way to obsession, which was the problem you were currently faced with...

Donatello had gotten ahold of a gordian knot of a project and was apparently refusing to come out of the lab until he'd figured it out. Or, at least, that what it sounded like when Leo called asking for your help.

They were slowly creeping towards the 72 hour mark, and Donnie had actually hissed at him when Leo went in to try and get him to take a break this time. So he'd decided it was time to try tagging someone else in... and it was no secret Don had always had a big ol' soft spot when it came to you.

Though, even you were questioning that when the first thing the turtle did when the door to the lab slid open was growl.

"I said I was fine Leo," He ground out, hunching defensivly over his keyboard, "Go away."

"Definitely not Leo." You made your way around the lap, leaning on his shell as you looked over his shoulder.

He stopped, turning to you with a look of mild confusion, "I didn't know you were coming over..."

"You're brothers were afraid you were going to eat them," You shrugged off handedly, "They thought I might have better luck talking you back out of cyberspace."

Scoffing and looking his eyes, Donnie turned back to his computer screen, "I'm fine. I'm working."

"Mm-hmm, and now you're taking a break."

"I am?"

"Uh-huh." You smirked as you spun the chair to make him look at you, "You have exactly three minutes to save everything and power down, or I'm gonna start flipping breakers."

It was actually kind of funny watching him pale a little bit at the thought, "That's not funny."

"I wasn't trying to be," You shook your head, turning the chair back towards the desk, "Turn it off."

Exactly three minutes later you were tossing a blanket over the two of you and flipping through your amazon library while Don continue to pout and mutter how this was completely unnecessary.

"Oh hush," You shook your head, tugging on his arm to get him to lay down and put his head in your lap, "Like you haven't been asking to marathon Lord of the Rings again for the last month."

Donnie was still trying to act annoyed and put out, but there was no denying that he physically relaxed into you as you started the movie.... and he was snoring with his face tucked into your side before the hobbits even made it to Bree.

You chuckled quietly, smiling fondly as you tucked the blanket around him more and bent to kiss the top of his head, "Stubborn ass..."

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #donatello #tmnt donnie #donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #reader insert #request

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devil-on-acid · 2 years ago

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The Heart of Eywa Chapter 1: First Connection

Genre: Thriller/Isekai/Fantasy/Sci-fi

No Pairings yet

Word count: 3396

Pilot

Sypnosis: a Regular teenager get transported to the world of her obsession in her dreams, but upon arriving there she never could have thought the possibility of it being real and not just in her head. She could never have anticipated what she would feel and discover. why was she here ?

A/n: here i am finally with the official chapter 1. Sorry that it took so long since i posted the pilot. I need to mention i am a fulltime art student so i’m usually busy or too exhausted. When i write i try to make each chapter as vivid as possible so i really have to take my time to use the right words and to decide the pace of the chapter. I really wanna post a high quality story. Once again English is not my first language so my vocabulary is still improving. Let me know you thoughts and any ideas in the comments. I would love to hear them (same goes for feedback) for now i hope you enjoy this first chapter. 😊

ps. if you wanna be tagged for upcoming chapters let me know in the comments ^^

(y/n) Pov

Previously

Meanwhile the girl was still drifting, unaware that she was being watched. Shock settling into her body as she was still accepting and processing what happend to her. All that matters now is staying alive long enough to find the only people she might know, the Omaticaya.

It took me only 10 min before i could hear the sounds better, the river water drifting down stone. I sped up my pace now. And soon i reached the river. The water was so clean i could see right through it to the bioluminescent water plants at the bottom. I hastly scooped up water to drink from, the thirst coming back to me now. putting some water on my face i feel a lot less faint but i was still getting tired. Shutting my eyes for a second to blink properly i look at my surroundings again. The small river has a stone wall where the water came from like a small waterfall. Insects are even louder in this area. Always hearing a nice buzzing of some sort of cricked, and occasionally birds. All around me the bioluminescence was bright. Lighting up the entire river area. I started to wonder towards everything. I mostly have questions that i don’t know who to ask. ‘’why am i here ?’’

‘’how am i here ?’’

I didn’t know what to do or if i even have to do anything. The only chance of survival i have is finding a clan, but Omaticaya is the only clan where i know i might talk my way out of getting killed. Watching so many fantasy and action movies can teach you some skills in speaking differently then you do. I can only speak a few words na’vi and that wasn’t enough. Speaking English is the only option. Na’vi are extremely bright, they learn English faster then someone can teach them.

It might be my only option to avoid getting killed by them. They are fiercely protective and loyal to eachother, they don’t trust easily. Especially after what the Sky People did to them and their world. Whether that is still in motion or already passed is another thing i wondered and remember it for the next time i might figure it out.

I decided i am too tired to move right now. But i can’t stay here for too long. ‘’i guess i can just take a little nap right ?’’ i thought to myself. A little away from the water in the shadow of some plants i lay down on the soft moss and close my eyes. Focusing on the sounds around me. I was laying comfortably on the ground on my back. Like the feeling of coming home and dropping into your bed after a long day of work. The backache from stress lessening and disappearing every minute. My thoughts are blank, which surprised me. Most people would be having racing thoughts. Especially about home, in my situation in particular. Do my parents know i’m gone ? or has nothing changed while i’m here ? is there still a possibility this is all a deep comatose sleep ?. I do have these thoughts, but they don’t bother me. It feels like time has stopped moving both here and back home.

After what felt like an hour or longer of laying there, unable to fully fall asleep i decide to move forward. Looking around me to make sure i’m in the clear i slowly let myself sit upright. I feel dizzy. In a way it feels like i’m under the influence of something. Standing up i almost have to sit back down but keep myself grounded looking for anything to hold onto. Getting lightheaded while standing up is not going to help me right now. Walking along following the river i the area cleared a bit with less plants to avoid. The soft moss underground all i felt that ripples with light every step i made. The noises in my ears started to become stronger. it felt like i could hear the noises like ripples in my body, as if music was in the back of my head. I can hear people talking in an undetectable language, children laughing, people singing. it was keeping me on edge. But also grounded to the earth.

After only minutes of walking i felt hopeless already. I was so dizzy my head started to spin, looking at my feet and the ground and taking a deep breath i hope for the spinning to fade away. after looking at the ground for a minute i looked back up and almost stepped back. Right in front of my face was an atokirina. It’s light movements like a small jellyfish or a dandelion seed in the wind. A faint light comes from it as it moves over my shoulder and gets close to my hair. Mesmerished i keep my eyes on it. it didn’t move from my shoulder. Looking up into the sky i was hyptonized by what i saw. Hundreds of atokirina are floating down from the top of the forest . atokirina are signs for the na’vi. A pure spirit to give them a message or quide their path.

I was paralyzed in my movement, i didn’t dare take another step. Reaching out the atokirina softly floated down to cover my hands and arms. More of them placing themselves on my chest and my head, softly tickling my skin. I look behind me to the other sprites floating behind me. They connected to my shoulder and my back mimicking a cape in the motion of a wave. The sounds i hear become stronger and stronger. the voices overwhelm my senses. The sounds of nature mixing and harmonizing with them. My sight was starting to become blurry. I try to blink to focus but it didn’t help, it only made it worse. My mind keeps spinning and spinning. I can’t stand without having to balance my weight. i feel so tired i stopped fighting and let it overwhelm me. In less then a second i can feel my eyes roll back into my head and falling back to the ground. But before i feel the impact everything goes black.

Third POV

This could mean only one thing, a sky demon invading into their land. No matter how outnumbered the demon was it was still a cause of concern in the mind of the na’vi hunter. As quiet as he could go he ran to his ikran in a hurry, making Tsaheylu and flying back to the village. He knew where the sky demon was headed and he wasn’t far from the village, if he was fast enough he could warn the other warriors and the Olo'eyktan about this and they would be back before she drifted to far from this part of the forest.

The Hunter was able to reach the village in a mere 10 minutes of flying. Landing his Ikran upon the branches of a tree, many more trees around it connected by long green vines serving as a pathway between the tents and little homes build around him. As he got off his ikran he could hear the gentle singing of people and drums playing music a little down below, where many of the omaticaya where eating communally around a big bonfire. Climbing down from the tree to one of the lower and larger tents he looks for his fellow hunters and the Olo'eyktan. People greet him and he greets them back without betraying the the urge and panic he feels. As he approached the leader he crouches down next to him greeting him formally.

“oel ngati kameie Jake Sully. I need a word with the Olo'eyktan, it’s urgent.’’

Jakes eyes widened in alarm for a split second before composing his face. It wasn’t often one of the hunters or clan people had an emergency or something urgent to tell him. After spending years with his people as their clan leader he learned about their behaviour and was better able to read their emotions and was able to make opinions about the situations going on around them. The look on the hunters face gives jake a sense of worry. Which didn’t happen often.

the na’vi was feeling a mixture of shock, fear and anger under the surface of a calm face. But Jake could see right through him, he knew better. His body language was stiff and panicked. Jake conteplated what had the hunter in such a state and he needed to know more immidiatly. Jake stood up passing one look to his mate who sat a little further away with the tsahik.

‘’come with me’’ he said as he walked a little further tot he side of the large tent so they could speak in whispers.

‘’speak calmly, what is wrong ? the look on your face troubles me’’

‘’while out hunting i saw something that shouldn’t be possible. I saw a dreamwalker, a sky demon’’

Jake was immidiatly alarmed. the skypeople are back ? since when. How can this have happend without his knowledge.

‘’a dreamwalker ?, are you sure about this. Did you recognise the avatar ? are you sure it wasn’t one of the scientists ?’’

‘’she’s not familair to us, we don’t have any children avatars from the humans.’’

‘’She ?, it was a girl ?’’

‘’yes Olo'eyktan, a young girl, a mere child.’’

Jake was confused by all means the scientists have no one except for Spider when it came to children, and no other than Norm and a few others had their own avatar. But they are all adults. Unless the RDA succeeded in making a young/child avatar.

A different scenario : this is a young girl from another tribe who is completely lost. But that would be an unlikely thing. He also trusted in the hunters and the other Na’vi. They can immidiatly tell who is and who is and who isn’t a sky person, even if you took the physical aspect of the avatar away. The 5 winger and eyebrows, they can always tell. It was something Jake as a former avatar wasn’t able to sense.

Then there was the worts scenario : The skypeople have returned to Pandora, How is the question. If any spaceship comes in Pandora’s orbit they would’ve seen it sooner, they would’ve seen a new star in the night.

‘’Have you told this to anyone else ?’’ Jake asked.

‘’No, Sir’’

Gather a group of hunters, bring them together at the totem. Do so quickly and calmly. I don’t anyone question what is happening.

With that he sent the hunter on his way to gather the others. Meanwhile he walked back to his mate who was currently giving out food to their children and feeding their 2 year old baby. As he came closer his children as wel as his mate looked at him expectantly, turning towards him or looking up at him. As Jake stood before them he crouched down to properly speak to her and silently observe then infant she cradles in her arms.

‘’Ma Jake ?’’ is all Neytiri needed to ask. She knew the look on her mates/husbands face, she could tell he was holding back from telling her something. The worry and confusion starting to become visible on her face.

‘’Ma Jake, what is happening ?’’

‘’Me and a group of hunters are gonna gather at the Totem, i need you there.’’

‘’is there something wrong dad ?’’ his 13 year old Daughter asks. Kiri was looking at her father with wide curious looking eyes. Usually he would expect this question from Lo’ak, but this time it came from Kiri.

‘’No there is nothing wrong babygirl, can you and Neteyam take care of your siblings and go to Grandmother. Me and your mother have something to discuss.

Rectuantly the children all gathered and stood up, taking their food with them to finish with the tsahik. Lo’ak turned before walking with them conteplating to ask his father questions, but the look Jake gave him told him no in an instant. This was absolutely no good time. So he stays quiet and goes with his siblings, Neytiri still holding small Tuk stands straight and determinded, Like a proud mother ready to protect as she looks back at him.

‘’twawne, what is happening ?’’

Jake looks back to her trying to calm his expression for what he was about to tell her.

‘’they, the hunters, saw a dreamwalker, not one of our own.’’

Neytiri looks at Jake with shock written on her face. From all the things she was expecting him to tell this was not one of them. But her shock from this knowledgequickly turned into frustration and anger.

‘’what are they ? is it the skypeople ? are they back ?’’ ‘’they never should have dared to return’’

Before she could say more Jake cuts her of without angering her more.

‘’We don’t know who they are or how they came here. Appareantly they are alone, but we don’t know if more are out there. A hunting party and me will go out to track her, they we’re spotted not far from here’’

Neytiri looks Jake in thee yes with determination, her voice not wavering or stuttering for even a second.

‘’I am coming with, i need to see this demon for myself’’

‘’Neytiri, this could be a trap, we don’t kniow how many there are or what they have, we need to be carefull about this’’

Neytiri didn’t back down ‘’i am coming, you can’t convince me otherwise. We’ll track the demonand stop them from coming here. Especially this close tot he village.’’

Jake recuantly agrees, Neytiri is a fierce warrior. Nothing will stand in her way or hold her back. She can handle herself.

‘’okay, but i have to tell the people over at the lab and warn them, or at least Norm and Max.’’

‘’you want to involve the humans again ? they’ll only be in our way.’’

‘’no they won’t, i make sure of that. They can help us. We just need to warn them for any possible outcome. I’m gonna as kif they might have a theory or have picked something up at the lab. See if they may have a clue on how they’ve gotten here.’’

With that Jake hoped Neytiri would agree with his choices, her and Jake never always saw eye to eye with some things involving leading the tribe. But whatever happens they still trusted eachother. Mo’at still being the Tsahik often agreed with Jake.

‘’i’ll inform the Tsahik, Go and prepare. I want this over with quickly’’

with that she walked away towards the Tsahiks tent to drop of Tuktirey for bed and inform het mother of the situation. Hoping everone who will come with the hunters remains uninjured.’’

Jake went tot he Totem to inform the warriors/hunters of the planand prepare. This needed to be done carefully and silently. They’ll track down and observe the dreamwalkerand see if she has any contact with anyone outside the forest. Adrenaline shot trough his body prepared for anything that could happen.

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‘’Norm, Norm do you read me ?’’

The radio comes to life with it’s spheric static noises. A few seconds went by before the radio picked up a reply.

‘’Jake, i’m here i read you. Is everything alright ? you hardly ever use the radio, what’s going on?’’

Norm, i need you and maybe max or someone else to check anything you can off the satelites still working. See if something came into Pandora’s orbit. Or try to see if you pick up any signals unfamilair to us. Anything like a habsite or a ship.’’

‘’Whoah, whoah, slow down. You want us to look for any unusual activity ? what for. Did you find something?’’

‘’Or someone’’ Said Jake. The radio went silent for a second, the words he said came out quick and without thinking.

On the other end of the radio Norm sat in the lab at the remains of Hells gate. He was still awake in his human form to look at samples he picked up earlier in the day. Now listening to what Jake called him for. It wasn’t unusual to hear the radio every once in a while come to life. Wheter it be random static noises or Jake calling in to check up on everyone if he was too busy to stop by. And he usually was. What was unusual is for hi mto call upon them this late at night.

‘’wait Jake i couldn’t hear you, can you repeat that.”

‘’i said…..i said we didn’t find something we found someone. we found a dreamwalker, potentionally.’’

‘’wait, there is a avatar out there, are you sure?’’

‘’well i wasn’t the one that found it, or sa wit. One of the hunters did.’’

Jake had to start thinking of a plan, what if there really was an avatar walking in the forest right now. What do they do ? kill them on site?. There should be another way, he still needed answers. And now whether he had to or not the scientists would be involved.

Norm was silently having a whirlwind of thoughts running trough his brain.

‘’Norm you still with me’’ Jake asked

‘’sorry, yes i hear you, i was…thinking for a second’’

‘’Norm. Can you only inform max and whoever needs to know about this. I don’t wanna cause unnecessary panic if it is a false alarm. A hunting part is going to follow this ‘someone’ they found, i’m going with them. But i need a favor’’

‘’thats the first time you ever asked for a favor, but yeah how can i help?’’ Norm questioned, he had a theary what Jake was up to but he would let him do the talking for now. Still too preocupied with his thoughts to start arguing with someone’’

‘’if there is an dreamwalker alone, i need to get them to Hells gate. We can keep them there, we can’t let them know where the village is’’

‘’then why do you want them here ? they’ll know where we are, what the thinking ?’’ Norm said as he contignues

‘’I don’t think the’ll be much better of here’’

‘’no they are. We need to keep them isolated to confuse them, not knowing where they are is the best option to pin them down.’’ Jake trows back

‘’Well, you’ll need to get them to a holding cell further inside the buildings we don’t use. But how do you even wanna get them here.’’

‘’the hard way i figured’’

‘’Jake, don’t do something unnecessarily stupid’’

‘’Can’t promise anything at this point’’

‘’Okay i’ll inform Max and the others’’

‘’Thank you Norm’’

Jake then ended the radio call. He needed to get the other hunters ready to depart. They couldn’t wait another second.

i can’t see, i can’t hear. All i see is blackness. No colors or images and no dreams. The lack of sound was giving a tingling sensation in my head. Occasionally i could hear a peep on one side of my head and it fades few seconds after. I don’t know where i am, or what is going on.

I turn and turn in the hopes of seeing anythng in the distance but the blackness was messing with my sense of direction. A cold wind comes from behind me and my first instinct is to wrap my arms around me and sit down, curling myself up shielding my body from the cold. turning to look where the wind came from it starts to get warmer. when i face behind me a bright light blinds me from under me. glowing gold and orange like the sun and warming my body. As i try to open my eyes my sight is still completely blinded. It felt like i couldn’t choose between waking up or staying asleep.

I can faintly start to feel the sensations of my body again. A pressure or support under my knees and spine, my head falls back too tired to support my neck. As i faintly hear some voices around me all the sounds completely stop again giving back the tingling sensation in my head. And the loop starts all over again. Trying to see, hear and feel.

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